Whats One Question You Wish More People Asked You?

What’s one question you wish more people asked you?

Oh, I do not know.~ Perhaps why I always seem to try to give everyone a fair chance and the answer would be this: Everyone should be treated as though they are innocent unless proven otherwise.~ I do not care what you have done or who people think you should or should not be, because every one of us is human.~ Everyone makes mistakes and sometimes we cannot help but dwell on them, but do not let’s them define you.~

I hope I have not gone too deep with that answer, haha!~ Have a rainbow-tea day, dearies.~

“You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the center of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.”

— Abby McDonald

As you can see, I love Katakuri-Kun from One Piece.~ Best Boi.~ Also kinda learned how to draw muscles.~

💜💚(Ishimaru X Reader) Bathroom Counters💚💜 Part 1

I take requests and am fine with fluff, angst (not entirely good at that) and smut, mweh heh.~ If I do start getting requests, they might be slow since I like to take my time.~

Here is Masterlist of things I know.~

Part 2

Key:

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicey

💛 = Lemon/ Lotz Spicey

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF GORE AND R@PE FROM 'THE FIRST PURGE'! MONDO AND LEON ARE IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU KNOW WHAT COMES WITH THEM!~ SMALL PANIC ATTACK WARNING! POTENTIAL CUTENESS OVERLOAD FROM TAKA!~

"Put me down! Dude, my skirt is lifting up, fuck off!" My (s/c) (Skin Color) hands pounded fruitlessly on the strong back of the one and only Mondo Owada.

    Currently, I was slung over his shoulder as he forced me with him to Leon's house for a hang out. This corn head only had one arm tightened around my waist as I squirmed in his grip and screamed to be let go once again, to which he only chuckled and shifted me to keep me from falling.

"Ya know that I'm not letting go, just like I know that you don't care about people seeing under ya skirt." A few runaway strands of my (h/t) (Hair Type) hair fell into my mouth from my ponytail, eliciting me to sputter it back out before answering the smug gangster holding me captive.

    He wasn't wrong with what he said but I still felt the need to feign injustice. "Okay, fine, maybe not, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't wanna go to ol' firehead's house for some stupid party!"

    My steely gaze glared at the back of Mondo's dark brown mullet that contrasted the burnt orange of his bumpy pompadour. "S' not a party, just a small gathering of friends, doll."

    I could practically feel the smile he donned on his tanned face. "Not my fault that you get a bit too into your "Ultimate" when my bro is around, kid. Into the goody goody ones, right?"

    The only response he received from me was a huff as my cheeks warmed and my legs crossed in the air at the resurfacing thought of our loud, innocent and hot class president.

'Fuck, he's right-'

    The "Ultimate" ability Mondo's referring to isn't my official title. To the world I'm "The Ultimate Home Designer" but to people closer to me, I've been dubbed as "The Ultimate Flirt" for my charismatic ability to flirt and turn on anyone, boy or girl. The ability doesn't phase me for the most part since I can control my urges that come with the quirk, though I would be lying if I hadn't used it to gain some "experience" at parties before.

    Unfortunately, the most affect it's had on Kiyotaka is that he becomes red and unresponsive, at best, instead of the usual flirty response I get back from most people. It's. . . unusual, to say the least. I suppose that just shows how much of a true gentleman Kiyotaka is. How troublesome.

    As my mind wanders to places I'd rather not say out loud, I stop resisting Mondo and hold my hands to my warm cheeks stretched into a bashful smile as the opportunity here clearly presents itself.

"Put me down, ya shitty piece of overdone corn, we have a party to go to!~" The change in my demeanor has the addressed boy loosening his grip around my waist so I can slide down his front to my feet, a lopsided smirk hanging off his lips as I do.

"Knew you'd come around eventually, and looky here, we've already made it." After fixing my school uniform, I lift my head to gaze upon the mansion that is Leon Kuwata's. Said aforementioned male claims he needs all of this space for "when the ladies start rolling in", his words not mine, and they need a place to stay after an "exhausting night". And yet no one has seen any trace of these supposedly rolling women. Everyone believes that they're getting ample rest; enough to leave before they're seen at least. Plus, Leon was always one for the saying "go big or go home". Guess he interpreted that saying differently.

"Yosh, lets go in then! They don't know I'm coming, right?~ What better surprise than the Ultimate Home Designer?" A wink and blowing kiss sent to the stagnant boy beside me starts him off towards the dark mahogany front door ahead of us with any eye roll.

    Following his ring, I see the camera above the threshold point at Mondo's tall frame blocking my smaller one from view. Soon after, it puts out Leon's slightly rough voice, accompanied by a symphony of other distant male voices in the background, from our sides.

"Come on in, the door's open!"

Taking the invite inside that's basically extended to me, I quickly slide in front of Mondo and enter before him. After slipping off our shoes and replacing them with the red and white guest house shoes available, I start to look for everyone. I've only been here a few times which makes the layout a bit fuzzy at the moment, so I just follow the familiar mixed voices to a modern looking living room with all of the boys sitting around a circular, inactive kotatsu.

All of the boys from class 78 were present, save two. Hifumi had left for a fan-fiction convention right after school today, and the "class prince", Byakuya, would never be caught dead with any of us outside of school except maybe Makoto but that's a different kind of tea.

The two guys right in front of the doorway when I came in were the flame headed host and the only person that could persuade me to come with just the mention of his presence alone: Kiyotaka Ishimaru. With everyone so engrossed in the snacks at the table and each of the conversations taking place, they didn't notice Mondo and I walk in until I dropped down to my knees and crawled in between Leon and Taka. Slinging my arms around both of their shoulders, I feel them jolt, Leon more than Taka, before snapping their confused expressions to the sides of my smiling face addressed mainly towards Leon. "You know it's really rude not to invite me to your little parties! What? You afraid I'm gonna redesign your shitty house?"

At the sound of my feminine voice cutting through the deeper ones of everyone else, all attention turns to me. The innocent children of the group give me a smile and greeting while Hiro lets out a little 'Yo'. Seeing this and being my totally not over dramatic self, I grab at the left side of my partially unbuttoned school dress shirt, and fall to the left into Taka's lap.

"Ahh!! My heart! I've been impaled from the innocence!~ Goodbye hopeful world!~ Bleh."

My sudden drop made Chihiro and Makoto fret for second, blushing profusely even though I've done this before, while Hiro prays for my soul to be passed on safely. Knowing him, he probably thought I really was dead.

Unbeknownst to my momentarily diva self, Taka was gently blushing with his hands raised in an unsure way as he gazed down at my outstretched form draped across his white uniform pants.

"(Y/N)! It is good to see you as well but this is not how you sit at the table! Please straighten up!" His loud, commanding voice made my body shiver as I took a silent deep breath.

"I don't care about how you're sitting, my house isn't shitty, stupid! I'm sure it's bigger than yours!" Leon's aggravated voice harshly invaded my ears before I could slip into another fantasy.

At this point, Mondo had taken the last empty place between Chihiro and Makoto while everyone started up their conversations again, having no interest in Leon's yelling. Peeking an eye open to look up at the the irritated boy staring down at me with his pale grey eyes, I smirk and reluctantly sit up to retaliate.

Turning on my charm, a chuckle resonates from me as my pointer finger trails from Leon's stomach to the top of his beard with my face closing near his faltering gaze. I lightly tug on his facial hair, dragging my lips up his neck and next to his ear. The warmth of his oncoming blush and hot breath coming through his barely parted lips radiates onto my (s/c) neck as I respond in a sultry voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. " 'I'm sure it's bigger than yours'?~ I bet you have to say that all the time to your "female" dates, huh Leon?~"

Hiro and Mondo immediately started laughing boisterously while the children sat there a bit confused.

"Uh, you compare houses on your dates, Leon?" Makoto asked with a thoughtful expression.

    This only made Hiro and Mondo laugh harder, myself eventually joining in quietly as I slithered back into the safety of Taka's lap to put some distance between me and a now even angrier, red-faced Leon. I both felt and heard a sigh from my new seat as Kiyotaka looked from Mondo and Hiro to me with an accusatory look in his piercing red eyes.

"I do not know what that was supposed to mean, but given that Leon is even angrier, and bro and Hiro are laughing, I can only deduce that it is not about houses! And in that case, if it was something mean, that was not very nice, (Y/N)!"

His scolding tone, the feeling of his words reverberating in his chest against my arm, has my face pinking and insides tightening momentarily as I laugh harder to hide my reaction.

"And another thing, I do not think it is appropriate for you to sit-"

"Oh c'mon, Taka, lighten up!~ It's Friday night and next week is Spring Break so have some fun!~ Please?~"

Everyone agrees with me in their own ways as Leon just scoffs under his breath before turning everyone's attention to the TV to find something for us all to watch, not waiting for Taka's response. I keep my gaze on the uniformed boy I'm sitting on, moving further to sell my point, and hopefully distract him from the beginning of his previous argument, by wrapping my arms around around his slim torso and giving a pouty face.

I could feel the rising and falling of his chest, every hidden muscle he's gained from the joint workout days with Mondo under his jacket. His posture was rigid even while sitting, which was the opposite of his fluctuating heartbeat doing backflips it seemed. It was all felt just through my close proximity, and I loved every little thing about him.

This time around, I saw his pale cheeks and the tips of his ears burning a tinge of red as he stares down at me, our eyes locked together for a few time-slowing moments. My face was moving daringly closer to his grasping one while taking in every detail for as long as I could. His mouth was partially agape as if he had something to say, warm breath fanning my (s/c) face. Like before, his arms hung in the air to my sides, hesitant to place them anywhere in fear of their placing being wrong. Our position made me warm all over and I'm unable to help myself from sneaking a glance to his teasingly parted lips.

Suddenly, as if someone returned time to its normal speed, Taka takes in a staccato breath before snapping his colored face to the side, now hiding his radiant eyes behind eyelids as his hands find solace flat on the floor. 'So close!' This reaction halts my slow advancement as a small pout tugs down the corners of my lips.

"I understand this is free time b-but we must keep peace. Though.." Opening his eyes again, he accompanies his crimson pupils and face with a small, awkward half smile to face me again.

"I will try my very best to have fun."

The pure stare of determination he expressed towards me despite his moment of hesitance made my heart skip a beat, my previously pleading facade faltering into a snippet expression of adoration. My grip on the sides of his uniform tightened a little, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss, and maybe fuck, him. . . though that immediate reaction was rudely interrupted by the noise of everyone else at the table.

It seems they, Mondo and Leon being literally the only ones, had been arguing this whole time, but Taka and I had been stuck in our own little bubble until it was forcibly popped by the increasingly loud voices. I quickly let go of his uniform jacket and straightened up my posture like Taka already had when redirecting his attention to the chaos ensuing as well. At the moment Mondo and Leon were arguing about whether to watch a scary movie or an action movie respectively.

"You're just a big ol' scaredy bitch, Leon! Can't handle a few jump scares?~"

"I can totally handle that baby shit, Mondo, I just want to watch something exciting! It's my house!"

Makoto was trying to calm down Leon, Chihiro was attempting the same with Mondo, and Hiro was just cowering back from the table so as to not be a part of the drama. A sigh of exasperation leaves my mouth as I changed my position in Taka's lap so I was reverse cowgirling his legs.

'I guess I'll have to continue this later. Kiyotaka will fall for me tonight! My internal vow had me nodding to myself with a clenched hand held to my chest.

Since I was talking to myself, like a normal person, I didn't notice Taka's flared up face as he stared at my figure in its new position. He had his mouth agape again like he wanted to say something but his embarrassment caught his voice just before it could be released. After a minute of listening to the arguing of the two hot headed boys and sitting through the inability to speak to me about where I should sit, Taka apparently just decided to deal with with something he could handle right now: being a mediator and leader.

Amusingly enough, his voice seemed to be fine with working for this course of action after clearing his throat.

"Bro, Leon! Please calm down! There is no need to fight because I am sure there is a movie that involves both action and scary elements!"

Even as Taka slipped back into his usual authoritative self his blush stayed, leaving the only other questioning thing being me in his lap. Mondo looked only momentarily surprised to see it as he stopped yelling to look at his bro with face of simmered anger that was quickly dispelled and replaced with one of mischief.

Kiyotaka overlooked his bros' demeanor change, but I focused on it to which Mondo responded by starting to silently tease me with different expressions insinuating towards Taka and I doing. . . things. Leon on the other hand couldn't care less except that he would've wanted me to sit in his lap like that, but didn't even bother to argue the point. Not that the stubborn boy would ever admit his attraction to me directly.

"Oh yeah? And what movie is that, Poindexter?" The latter boy asked condescendingly to my seat. (Like calling him a seat is any better-)

"How about 'Deep Blue Sea'-" He answered matter-of-factly with a raised pointer finger.

"Ugh! We are NOT watching another stereotypical shark movie! Especially an old one like that! They're not even scary! Next!"

I remember watching Kiyotaka's suggested movie with him, Mondo, Sakura, and Aoi when it reaired in theaters last summer. It was supposed to be a class bonding thing, but us 5 were the only ones able and willing to go. Everyone was joking about it afterwards, but Taka was perturbed and "covertly" came up with reasons to avoid going to our following beach weekend.

It was safe to say that Mondo and I both knew he thought it was a genuinely scary movie.

Probably to keep Taka from saying another embarrassingly innocent suggestion, and save him the ridicule of Leon, Mondo butts in with a suggestion of his own after a few moments of thinking.

"How about. . .'The First Purge'?~"

This caught Leon's attention as he stopped sneering to grin challengingly at Mondo, seeming to have reached an unsaid consensus on the movie now.

"Its on Prime Video." He added, which spurred Leon to get to work on pulling it up. Though those two seemed excited for the movie, the rest of the group grew a bit uneasy.

"H-Hey guys, maybe we should do a, uh, majority vote. . ?" Hiro asked shakily with Chihiro and Makoto nodding their heads along.

Though Taka didn't say or do anything to object, I could feel his legs stiffen up underneath me which, I'm guessing, is what he did with the rest of himself. As everyone else once again descended into their own discussion, Taka and I were left with each other. Turning my body to look at him, I see the usually confident boy sitting stiff as a board and shoulders held squarely taut. Though it may seem like he was just sitting like he normally does, being so close allowed me to feel the tenseness his posture now held.

    His behavior concerned me since it was obvious that he was scared of watching this movie, even more so than that shark movie. To avoid the poorly remade human Grillby from hearing me, I scoot back further in his lap and leaned against Taka's chest, turning my head to whisper to him discretely.

"If you get scared you can hold onto me, Taka."

    Said addressed boy flinched subtly from both my words and sudden close proximity as his shallow breaths became more apparent, worry and building fear swirling and tainting his faltering eyes as they set on my contrasting, (e/c) (Eye Color) ones. My suggestion was born from both concern for my friend as well as a tiny, selfish desire of wanting to feel him close to me like we are now. I don't want to see him in fear like this though; it doesn't suit him.

    After staring at me, or through me, I couldn't tell, he finally starts to calm down again and gently nod his head. Once more, his rare, gentle voice made an appearance.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate the generous offer," A low, lofty chuckle makes him close his eyes. "And here I thought I was to be the brave one." His adorable quip, although simple, made me smile stupidly at him and laugh quietly to myself.

    Finding myself this close to the man (Yes our bean of innocence is a mans, a gentlemans-) I've been silently pining over ever since this semester started has my bonfire of desire relit as it was earlier, just not as strong. It's taking everything out of me not to just lean up and kiss him right now, the only thing holding me back being probability that Taka would consider that intimate and not want the attention it would bring to us.

    Especially since I would be doing it seemingly out of no where in his perspective.

    I wanted to respect his world renown morals, so I just huffed internally before turning my head forward again, not moving from Taka's strong chest. It made me feel like the one being protected and it was the only thing I could do to quell my restarted fire. . . for now. His arms were on either side of me, resting on the table now, and caging me in his lap against the round edge of the table.

    In my recent movement of leaning back against my now upgraded chair, I had positioned myself further up his thighs so my back was flush against his front. This fact suddenly became obvious to Taka as he had calmed himself down enough to notice the immediate smell of my peach-scented shampoo from under his chin. It was so sudden that he jolted a little and stiffened up for the second time against me which made me chuckle to myself, inferencing well on why he did so.

"(Y-Y/N), I think now is a good time to talk about your s-seating arrangement-" Luckily for me, this was the moment when the argument had been settled.

"Okay! Then it's settled! The rest of you sissies will have partners while I will stay strong by myself.~" A large amount of smugness coated Leon's voice as he unknowingly cut off Taka while addressing everyone.

    Mondo rolled his pale lavender eyes at the boast as Chihiro moved closer to him as his partner, which left Makoto and Hiro to fend with each other, and defaulted me and Taka together. That was good because I wasn't giving him up. Ignoring Mondo's restarted silent teasing towards me about my closer proximity and the unseen glances also sent towards Taka about his red face, I watched as Leon finally hit play and dimmed off the lights with his phone. By now the sun had started to set so it would get darker in the room as the movie went on, giving a better ambience.

(Gonna be honest, got all info about The First Purge from Wiki ehhh- I FEIGN PLOT RELEVANCY-)

    As the intro played, I could feel the bubble of ease I had set up for Taka dissipate as he shivered. I tilted my head down to see his pale hands clenched on the table as his heart beat faster against my back. Putting my attention seemingly back to the big screen, I reached my hands up to take a hold of his, my thumbs caressing along the backs of his taut tendons. He lets out a warm, shaky breath against the side of my neck that unintentionally drives me crazy again. This time there is nothing to stop me from taking a step towards mirroring my imagination and reality.

    My warm hands take a hold of Taka's cold fists to guide his arms around my waist. Due to his building fear, the boy in question doesn't react negatively, instead taking the gentle movement prompt and hugging me tighter like a teddy bear. The caresses of my thumbs to the dorsal side of his hands don't stop as he does this, my concern for him still there but just mixed in with other. . . exciting motives. Nothing harmful.

At this point, we've reached the part of the movie where Nya is almost raped, her screams make even me shiver and turn my head away. Knowing Taka is probably taking this worse, I do him the courtesy of slowly turning sideways in his tight grip around my waist to cover his ears. At my touch and the sudden quiet, Taka's screwd shut eyes shoot open to stare tearfully up at me from his hunched position, the pained look storming in his beautiful ruby eyes nothing I want to see again. This dampers my alternative motives harshly, and I stare right back, trying to convey as much comfort with just my eyes as humanly possible.

    Having seen him communicate with some of the special needs students on campus before, I know he can read lips so I mouth soothing words to him.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be okay. Just focus on me, Taka."

    With him not being able to hear the movie as much anymore, I can feel his body slowly relax against me, his posture sagging further with tiredness. The intense stare he normally carried 24/7 is reduced to one of half-lidded, gentle gratitude and seeping weariness. Eventually I started to tune out the bloody noises of the movie and hum lowly to him as my hands, still covering his ears, guided Taka's head to rest against my chest as I noticed his eyes fluttering. Some time passed when the strict boy began to fully lean on me as he drifted into a hopefully peaceful sleep.

    I felt an unfathomable amount of self content at seeing my uptight, spiky haired class president leaning against me in complete relaxation. These emotions were so overpowering that I didn't even notice that the movie was over. With my focus being solely focused on Kiyotaka, I also spared no attention to the stare of Mondo who was the only other person not shaking in a wad of covers *cough**cough* mainly Leon *cough**cough*. Even if I had seen him I wouldn't have bothered to let the gangster tear my gaze away from the innocent face Taka held while holding me with all the trust in the world right now.

This is part 1 of 2!~ Hope you enjoyed this and my other stories to come!~ The next part of this will be a direct continuation and will come real soon!~ Love you, dearies!~

Part 2

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 3

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

Last part of this oneshot!~ The next stories that will be posted will be requests that I've gotten!~ Exciting!~

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Part 2

After two more hours of ignoring Fuyuhiko's stares, and having an entire hour of practice of some new moves in the school dojo, I was extremely tired mentally as I trudged through the mostly empty halls to detention. I wasn't worried about Fuyuhiko bothering me anymore since I'm sure Kiyotaka would kick him out if he tried to come in to talk to me.

A heavy sigh resonated from me as I walked through the door, greeted by the sight of red eyes boring into me expectantly.

"(Y/N)-Sama! It is good to see that you did not forget your detention! Please, have a seat and keep in mind the following rules-"

Guiltily, I toned out Taka's words as I turned to sit down, only to stop right in my tracks as I saw my detention partner.

"-and lastly, no music or talking to the other students! Fuyuhiko-Sama is your only other fellow delinquent today, so I hope that will not cause any problems,"

No matter how much I wanted to speak, I couldn't. The boy leaned back in his far right corner seat, black suit and all, stinging his green eyes into me and looking relatively unhappy but not fully upset.

"(Y/N)-Sama, please take your seat," Kiyotaka ordered, spurring me into motion hesitantly as I stiffly sat down. 'Well, there is a no talking rule so he can't bother me without getting in trouble. It's only 30 minutes, then I can run out to Gundham's car outside.'

Forcing myself to relax, I just took out my notebook and began brainstorming ideas for a new dance set. All was silent, excluding the scratching of Kiyotaka and I's pencils against our papers, for about 15 minutes which made me forget that Fuyuhiko was even there. That is until the silence was broken by loud, mixed laughter and the sound of something being sprayed.

Of course, this caught the Ultimate Moral Compass's attention, making him stand him and march out towards the noise.

"Excuse me for a moment, please. . . Leon-kun! Mondo-kun! Please stop running in the halls and- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THESE LOCKERS?!" Hearing chuckling behind me, I reluctantly turn my head to the left to glance at the root of all my recent problems, only to see him already smirking at me.

"It's amazing what people will do for $100 and a few threats,"

The Yakuza stood up confidently and made his way beside me where he leaned against the desk immediately to my left. "You know, when someone ratted me out earlier to the "Pain-In-The-Ass Compass" for yanking on you and yelling, I thought it was a stroke of bad luck, but now I see it as the perfect opportunity to interrogate," It was quiet between us for a few more moments, and just like 15 minutes ago my body locked up and wouldn't move unless forced. I could feel and see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, a neutral face on his face as he filled in the quiet.

"What's your story? Where did you come from?" He was being surprisingly calm for some reason. 'Wonder what he's figured out about me.'

Clearing my throat and swallowing the nonexistent saliva in my mouth, I kept my eyes on my paper. "I don't know what you're talking about," 'He's probably talking about that. Obviously.'

"Don't play dumb. Peko and I did a little looking around on our servers and the school records for you. Found out some interesting things." I forced myself to act nonchalant while simultaneously pushing down the nervous bile rising in my throat. I couldn't let him know how on edge he had me.

"Oh? Like what, that I like to dance? 'Cause if you had to search around for that fact-"

"That's not what I'm talking about, (Y/N), and you know it," he slowly moved in front of me, leaning on my desk towards me with an accusing gaze, "Or should I say "Korean Tengu"?"

Even though I already knew that that was what he was going to say, I still flinched and clenched my jaw out of disdain for the name. My uncomfortable response made the bastard smirk since I just showed he was right. 'No point in denying this part, I'll see how much he knows. At least it seems like the school actually held up their end of the bargain.'

"How did you find out about that?"

"I have many resources as the next heir to the biggest Yakuza family in Japan. Illegal fighting rings are right up my alley. But that's not the important thing, is it?" 'Fuck, what is he getting at now? There's so many things he could've found out.'

Fuyuhiko reached into his jacket pocket and unfolded a piece of paper before slamming it on my desk and continuing to lean on my desk. It was an article with an accompanying picture; one that made my blood run cold.

"Care to explain why the undefeated champion of an entire illegal fighting ring killed her own dad? And only a day after her 2nd championship win at that?" The short boy's smirk was gone and his surprisingly hardened face made me shudder. He already knew the answer to the question, he was just seeing how I would react. This felt like the interrogations I had to undergo for the police, minus the pitying looks the officers gave me then. It was getting hard to breath right. I could barely look at the picture the article displayed of my dead father's beat up body. It just confirmed what I already knew for the past 2 years.

"You don'. . . it's not. . . I didn't. . ."

"I think you did. And I also think that one "Ruler of Hell" knows all about this as well. Don't think I didn't notice how cozy you two were yesterday," That spurred me to spew out a defense. I was getting desperate and didn't want him to connect Gundham to me.

"Leave him alone! He didn't do anything, so keep him out of this!"

"Not until you tell me what your connection is to him, and why you killed your own father, bitch!"

Too little air, so many voices, harsh words, harsher hits. It all came rushing back as I remembered everything that still haunted me every time I fall asleep. My head lifted up to stare at Fuyuhiko with an unadulterated hatred as his young and only slightly upset image flickered back and forth to an old, furious one that returned the same gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut so I could respond without freezing up. My body ached faintly as though I had fresh wounds and bruises just like I did back then. Tears burned my shut eyes but I force them away.

"That bastard deserved to die. You don't understand what he put me through. . . what he threatened to do to my brother and mom. . ! I was the only thing protecting them, keeping him at bay! I spent years fighting, getting better, becoming the best at fighting no matter what. Years of running my body into my own grave as I risked my life against grown ass men," A slightly insane, masochistic laugh strained from my throat as I hugged myself and dropped my face to one purely neutral, eyes still closed.

"But he still wanted more. A mere hour after my final championship, winning the grand prize money of half a million dollars and trophy, he said it: that he wanted to sell me to a dojo to make me continue training and. . . kill people with the new skills," I swallow thickly, opening my eyes to a now perturbed Fuyuhiko.

I'm sure he wasn't unsettled by me having to kill someone but by the fact that my dad, my family, tried selling me. Just for money. Hajime told me once that Fuyuhiko didn't have the best relationship with anyone in his family and that he always got flack from his dad about how soft he was at times, but I'm sure even his dad never tried to sell him. All I did was laugh dryly at his face as I tried to ignore the obvious hallucination of my dad flickering over him.

My gaze instead honed in on the mangled remains pictured in the paper below. It grounded me. Fed into my weak reassurance that he wasn't really here. Not anymore.

"He would have gotten 75% of each paycheck I received from a hit. It was all about money with him. Nothing more. And if he had sold me, he would have moved on to my brother and made him do something with dangerous animals to keep a flow of revenue since even then that little diva had a way with animals. Obviously couldn't let that happen.

"I don't know what he used it all on but I'm sure it was nothing good. But hey, at least he didn't add domestic abuse or double child neglect to his track record, though that was only because that was my one condition for staying with him: that he didn't touch my brother and mom and took care of them financially." A beat of time.

"Gundham's your brother. . ."

It wasn't really a question from him, but more of a realization since I'm guessing him and Peko at least tried to put Gundham somewhere in my life story's cast roll. I was too tired to dispute; besides I'm sure he would have figured it out eventually.

That revelation hung in the air as a deathly silence seemed to blanket the world. I was inexplicably exhausted from my inner turmoil of emotions and felt very vulnerable having told one of my deepest secrets to the boy that reminded me of my dad. The ironic smile that twisted my lips stuck as I drew a deep breath to calm myself down. The nervousness churning in my stomach almost made me want to throw up again.

"I'm sorry," 'Doth my ears deceive me?'

Sneaking a peek up at Fuyuhiko allowed me to read the regret and uncomfortableness that painted his face. He shuffled on his feet and avoided all eye contact with me.

"I didn't know you were forced into it, I just thought you did it for fun when you were younger, your dad let you, and the flashbacks were from people you fought. I guess. . . I should've just minded some of my own fucking business after that whole. . . shit show that happened yesterday so. . . yeah. . ."

My eyes widened in surprise at the half assed apology, his words trailing off at the end. I wasn't expecting anything like that coming from him. 'I guess when you think you've seen everything, the universe pulls a shifty one on you.' Since I couldn't verbally respond out of shock, I just tilted my face downwards to hide my watering eyes.

Other than the principal, only Gundham and our mom knew about any of this, and they both always took pity on me for what I had to go through for them. The sincerity of Fuyuhiko's words wasn't riddled with a consoling tone, but one of understanding which made me feel better than any comforting words. Didn't even try to address my situation, he just excused his own behavior which I suppose is in character.

I have never been angry at my family for acting the way they do towards me but I've always wished that I could share my story with someone who understood what it was like to go against your own nature just to please someone else; I guess I accidentally found that person in Fuyuhiko. Now don't get me wrong, I still think he's a little asshat that has a problem with managing his emotions, but I suppose everyone has their faults.

Swiping at my stinging eyes, I sniff before looking up at him and nodding in acknowledgment, no longer seeing my dad's haunting figure. When I did that, it seemed the tenseness in his shoulders washed away. Guess he really doesn't know how to deal with anyone's emotions. At any rate, I eventually found my voice as I started to put my things away into my backpack while settling back into my regular demeanor.

"Thanks, I guess. Just stop snooping around in other people's lives and this won't be a problem for you ever again, kid," Aaaaand back to normal we go. His respectful silence was officially over because of my comment.

"What the fuck did you say?! I already fucking apologized and don't call me a shitty kid!" His cheeks turned red as he finally sat up from leaning on my desk and clenched his hands at his sides.

"Yeah, a half-assed apology about digging up my traumatic past makes me feel real better.~ But I bet that was really hard for you, huh?~ Don't worry, it will get easier with time.~"

"Like hell I'm ever apologizing to your ass again! I shouldn't have even done it the first fucking time!" His excessive cussing made him even cuter and childlike. Like a kid thinking he's badass for using bad words. By now I had gotten my stuff packed and stood up to my full height just to mess with him.

"Oh, I think you will eventually, Baby.~"

It's fun riding the line of death and teasing. Just as predicted, Fuyuhiko got even madder since I was now obviously a lot taller than him, and because I called him "Baby". Then he paused and smirked all of a sudden.

"Only if it's after I fucking kill you." 'Oh I have the perfect way to turn this around.~'

"What? You said you're going to kill me by fucking me?~ Jeez, at least take me to a few dinners first, there's a fancy restaurant down the street.~"

Satisfaction replaced the shame on my face that was probably supposed to be there at the sight of Fuyuhiko's embarrassed and shocked face. I took this opportunity to wink at him before walking around him and out of the classroom. It was well past our time to be in here. Not even a few seconds later, I heard his angry little footsteps run after me as I lazed down the hallway.

"That's not what I fucking meant and you know it, bastard!! Why the fuck would I even want to fuck you anyway?!"

"Hey, I don't know, I can't tell what you're thinking.~"

"I wasn't thinking anything like that, fucker! And stop calling me those damn pet names!!"

"No, I don't think I will, doll.~"

This retort causes a string of curses to fly from Fuyuhiko's mouth towards me, putting even a sailor to shame. Eventually he stops swearing and walking but doesn't respond, and I can see him staring up at me from the corner of my eye. The small male reaches into his jacket, where he apparently keeps everything, and takes out my hat. 'Oh yeah, I did kinda leave that on the ground yesterday, though I didn't expect him to pick it up.'

Of course, he can't just hand it to me normally, so what I got was my hat slapping me in my face before falling into my arms. I couldn't help the little smile that tilted up the corners of my mouth as I tilted my head questioningly towards him. He wasn't scary now that he wasn't trying to punch and expose me.

"Listen up, idiot. I'm only going to say this once so pay attention," he sighed and seemed to get a bit serious again, "Just so you know, I'm not gonna do anything with what I learned about you, and I'm not gonna try and recruit you into my yakuza either."

This clarification made me a bit more at ease since I was unconsciously thinking about those possibilities. But Fuyuhiko looked like he wanted to add something, so I raised a brow as I placed my hat on.

"Anything else?~" He scoffed at my prompting but continued.

"But. . . if you ever decide to, y'know, get back into action with practicing your skills in the field, I'm lacking manpower in turf fights sometimes so even a shitty dancer like you can maybe help out. You wouldn't be killing anyone and you could, y'know, stop whenever you wanted," He looked embarrassed again, just for even hinting at offering me a spot in his yakuza. There was nothing else I could do but laugh which Fuyuhiko obviously took the wrong way.

"You could have just said no! There no need to laugh, next time I won't offer you shit-"

"Pfft, no no, that's n-not why I'm laughing!~ I just- you're too- haha!~" My laughter kept interrupting my own sentences, and all I could do is double over while raising a hand in a request for patience. Even through my joy, I could feel the anger meter rising in Fuyuhiko the longer I took to compose myself.

"Shut the hell up and say it already, bitch!!"

"Okay, okay, I'm fine," a few chortles died out as I stood up straight again, "Hun, I'm not laughing at your offer, I'm laughing at your embarrassed face.~ You get so flustered too easily.~" A look of disbelief from him turns quickly to anger.

"That's not any fucking better than laughing at what I said, dumbass!" My clarification only made his cheeks redder, "Enough of this, let's go before Ishimaru gets back. I only paid those idiots to preoccupy him until 2 pm and it's 10 'til." The red faced yakuza turned on his heel and quickly walked the rest of the way down the hall with me following him in stride but with fewer steps.

"I think you're just trying to escape from me.~ Am I making you too worked up?~"

"Shit, don't say it like that!! Fuck you, you tall ass bean pole!" 'Opportunities just love to present themselves to me, don't they?~'

Moving to walk beside him instead of behind, I lean down close to his ear with a smile full of bad intentions.

"What the fuck-?"

"Fuck me?~ When and where, Baby?~"

A shit-eating grin spread across my face as he turned into a cherry tomato. I took this as my cue to leave, and attempt to save myself from the oncoming ass whooping I was sure would come once Fuyuhiko came to his senses.

"Oh, would you lookie there, that's my brother's car.~ Welp, gotta blast!~"

I took big and fast strides to the black convertible that had my brother surfing his phone, and the Four Devas playing around on the dashboard. When I hopped over the door and landed into the seat, he put his phone away and started to speak. The Devas ran across the leather and jumped all over me, squeaking and nuzzling me. Their little paws scrambling all over me just added fuel to my laughing fire.

"Hello, sister of mine.~ How was-"

"Hey hey, we gotta go, Gundham.~ I'm gonna die, start the car!~" Contrasting my urgent words, laughter poked through my words as I turned to smile back at the forthcoming, fuming Fuyuhiko.

"Get back here, (Y/N)!! I outta have you fucking sold to a whorehouse!!"

Gundham's eyes widened in surprise at what he yelled as he started the car.

"Now wait just a moment, you quarter-sized halfling-"

"Already tried it, not very fun!~ Go, bro, or we're both gonna be a part of the BABY'S tantrum!~" I pronounced the nickname extra loud just for shits and giggles.

"Fucker, get out of the goddamn car and face me!!" Just before the angery boi reaches our car, Gundham finally listened to what I said and peeled off, making me have to reach up and hold my hat to my head. Watching Fuyuhiko get smaller in the side mirror, I let out a loud laugh which made my sibling continually glance from the road to me in confusion.

"Would you care to explain why that fiendish devil, the one who you swore personal oath to avoid for as long as possible, has just threatened your being with a 'whorehouse'? Is he still bothering you?" There was a contained anger that rose in my brother's voice toward the end of his question, making me realize what that exchange looked like to him. The Devas looked back and forth from me and Gundham, sensing the clash of our different tones.

"Oh, yeah, we're coolish now.~ Some things happened during detention that made us realize that. . . we aren't that different." My previously wide smile simmered down to a melancholic one as I dragged my hat down to my lap. The four little hamsters sniffed at it before climbing inside to lay down. Probably seeing the truth in my peaceful expression, Gundham relaxed and went silent for a few moments.

"You told him, didn't you?" I nodded.

"Yeah, but he kinda dug up part of the story with Peko, the little shit.~ I just filled in blanks and details once I realized he wouldn't stop bothering me if I didn't.~" A weary sigh from my right.

"Was that the correct choice of action? He could use it against you one day."

That questioning made me doubt what Fuyuhiko reassured me earlier about not blackmailing me. My fingers ran over the soft fur of the now sleeping Devas as I thought. The idea of just blindly trusting a Yakuza's verbal "promise" sounded stupid to anyone with common sense. . . but I haven't had any of that for a few days now, so there's no point in getting some now.

And sure, we could discuss the potentially lethal repercussions of everything I just did to Fuyuhiko that will bite me in the ass tomorrow, but is this really the time?~ I hardly think so.~ Right now was the time for answering my brother with an unhealthy amount of confidence, considering the kind of answer I was giving.

"Yeah.~ It was.~"

This part was short too, but I hope you enjoyed it!~ Take care, dearies!~

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Hiatus

I'm sorry to say, but in light of recent events, I have lost a lot of my motivation for writing and drawing. A bunch of things have happened and I can just barely get out of bed so I am going to try to push out the 2 story requests that I've gotten already but after that requests will be closed until further notice. I'm really sorry, I'll try to get out of this slp soon. Thank you, dearies.