moon's chosen.

▊狐 “Would you like to kiss it, goshujin-samaaaaa!? ❤”

▊狐 “The only thing anyone needs to kiss is–”

“My Ass.”

     Now, it’s not like she actively looks for him. There are times she thinks, at the corner of her eye, she can see someone similar, but it all stays like that, too, and nothing more. What Hakuno never thought it would happen was recognizing his voice, because faces are easier to remember, but voices can leave one memory’s easily.

     But when one hears it again after so long, it’s like it has never left.

     He’s there, carrying more books than seem like his height even allows, putting them on a table of choice. Though part of her feels certainly bad at the idea of interrupting whatever he is doing, she has... waited for this. This one moment. It’s not like Hakuno expects anything to come out of this, and truly, she just wanted to know he’s ok - and there he is. Safe, and sound, and more important, alive. 

     Ah, but when she realizes, she’s standing right next to him. Great. Now you ought to say something, girl. “... Leon...” Would this really be okay? It’s not like they’re friends, or even acquaintances. Just... former teammates. But if she could hope for something... it would for her to become something more. She doesn’t really have any friends here, after all. “I’m glad... I’m glad you’re okay. I’ve been worried since... since all of that happened.” Whether he remembers her or not... well, in all honesty, it’s not too important.

     It’s a shock of white and blue as baubles and trinkets hang solemn around a hand, the air thick with the energy he’d just cast away. Arjuna found the chase to be mere child’s play. Before him was the pit, wide and vast and as empty-looking as the day that they’d arrived. When he sensed someone behind him, he spoke without turning – 

     “… not often do I find myself asking others such things, but do you truly believe this all ends here when we have no way to confirm it? This encounter… – to seal away the copies of ourselves in a realm we can’t access… – is it the right thing to do when they’re unable to act of their own free will?”

     “... But was there any other option?”

     This time, it’s different. It’s not parts of her that have been split; no mind, no soul, no body. This time, she is whole, a perfect mirror, except for the memories that each had. This Hakuno is human - not a NPC, not data fabricated in the SE.RA.PH as a copy of another -, born and raised in this island, with friendships built in a way that she doesn’t really understand. This Hakuno has never witnessed the Holy Grail War, has no idea that she is capable of magic, even if little. This Hakuno doesn’t love Saber, Caster and Archer like she does. This Hakuno is her, but at the same time, she isn’t.

     In a way, she couldn’t help but think that this is like the dreams she has of a distant day, of another side of the Moon, of a time she hasn’t witnessed but at the same time, she has. It’s the same here, and Hakuno could never bring herself to hate this girl, or wish for her to be gone.

     When she reassures her copy - her other self - of that, it calms her heart to see that her anxieties are mostly gone, too.

━━━━━ TO: CCC GROUP CHAT ( @falsanctus & @128th ) ━━━━━━━━━━ FROM: LEO

….. SENDING ………… SENDING ………………… SENDING [ ENCRYPTED FILE HAS BEEN SENT ]

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ Meet my Juliet!

TO: CHUUNI CHURCH CREW ( @falsanctus· + @kinglysun· ) FROM: HAKUNON

( text. ) leo shes so cute  (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡

hakuno kishinami. 16 years old. local amnesiac.

memories? don’t know them.

subversion AU hakuno is basically what the real hakuno was probably like. she has amnesia syndrome, which is some type-moon shit. it's basically a virus that violates the nerves in a person's brain, making those infected gradually lose their memories. at the end of the road, the disease kills them. 

on a light note, spirale’s medical development is advanced enough that hakuno’s disease can be treated. it cannot be cured, but it can be fought against and save both her life and her memories.

she has retained no memories of her childhood, however. she remembers important people like her childhood friends leo and kougyoku, as well as her parents, but that’s about it. 

hakuno frequents the hospital a lot to treat her amnesia, where she met shirou and soon became friends with him. the both of them + leo are the chuuni church crew ( aka ccc ). nothing good comes from their friendship.

she spends most of her time with her friends, being homeschooled, at the arcade, the hospital or online browsing. 

    “Ah, my face is full of pie here...” A prank, she supposes. A memory she does not remember. Finding an old photobook had been fun; reminiscing about their time as children sends her a nostalgic feeling that Hakuno may no understand well, but it’s warm. They have been together for a long time, the three of them. Always taking care of each other, always supporting each other. Always being there for her despite her condition.

@128th

▊狐 She wandered aimlessly from place to place on a whim. Carried by powerful paws, physical strength unlike anything she’d been used to in her usual form, it was easy for Tamamo to chase balls, or pounce on squirrels, or fight angry wolves. Every time she thought ‘this is stupid’ she ended up doing it anyways.

So when she encountered someone she truly cared for, like Hakuno Kishinami, she couldn’t even contain her happiness and jumped the Master right then and there, laying atop her like a cat might its owner. “Goshujin-nyama!” That was wrong. Still, she snuggled extremely close to her face.

“How do I feel!? Super fuwa, yes? This is Cat’s special fuwa service! I bet I look suuuuuuper cute like this? Nya!”

    Eh?

    Wait, eh? What??

    There had been barely time enough for Hakuno to realize just what was happening, between turning her head around and the mass of hair and fur and weight pouncing on her and taking both prey and predator onto the ground. The impact is hardly anything she isn’t used to, but it takes a couple of seconds for the Master to realize just what was happening, and that voice... so similar and yet so different... but there’s no way she couldn’t recognize the way one so dear to her would call her, except with... a small difference. Tiny, really. Barely unnoticeable. 

    Goshujin... nyama?

    When she raises her head just enough to take a better look at her attacker... 

    C... C.... C.........!!!!

    So cute...............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    She’s oh so terribly lost, and she doesn’t even know it. The glances thrown at her should’ve told her everything - you’re not supposed to be here, aren’t you a bit too young, where are your parents?! -, but Hakuno Kishinami pays them no mind, for the fog prevents her to paying attention to the people that whisper nearby in light of how often the cats in that part of the ward would meow. Were they hungry, or maybe hurt? Though her instinct is to follow their pleas, the amount could only make her lose complete and total track of where she is, and the fact little could she see doesn’t help either.

    But then, like a shining hope at the end of the tunnel, she sees a similar silhouette. Surely it would be a figment of her imagination, a plea of help from her own mind, but the more she approaches, the more the figure is clear, and her doubts wash away.

    Closer, closer, steadily and slowly, for that familiar figure seems to be.. hiding? Peeking from a corner at the unseen, and Hakuno would rather not disturb her at all. She sneaks in close, attempting a look at whatever her ally and friend is spying on - with no success whatsoever, for little she could see -, and touches the girl’s shoulder gently, with a whisper to let her know she is here, now. “Rin. What are you doing here...?”

▊狐 Overthinking. Maybe it seemed that way to Hakuno. But on top of her time with Chaldea, she’d also spent a lot of time in this city and another without her precious goshujin-sama. Moving on was difficult, but she’d tried her best! She’d come a long way! So why was seeing Hakuno now enough to spill her tears?

Ears folded back as she was pat, face quickly buried in the girl’s shoulder to hide a crying face she knew was ugly as she stained Hakuno’s clothes with her tears. She’d been holding onto these feelings for so long… so long…

“I missed you, goshujin-sama… so much…” What else could she even say right now? Her ears folded back sadly. 

    So odd, to see Caster so overly fragile like this. Hakuno may know of her inner secrets, of her true feelings, but oftentimes she would have a façade up when they were both around others. In private, she is soft and kind, if not slightly devilish and needy. But never one to break down this easily, as though she has been holding something back for a long, long time.

    Hakuno may not really understand how, or why, or what it is, but she isn’t one to dismiss someone’s feelings. Especially not someone she cherishes so dearly.

“To think you’d still care about a no-good Servant like me that’s been serving another Master despite pledging my eternal loyalty to you! Fuu…!” Here come the Tamamo Waterworks.

    “Caster. You’re overthinking.” To be honest, she doesn’t really get what she means with that - serving a new Master? maybe she has found someone new here while Hakuno was away... -, but it little matters. 

goshujin-sama this is a no judgment zone

@128th​

🌹 : Setting sun felt as if a poetic appearance to grace her arrival, predictable by knowledge yet it’s timing is not one she is accustomed to predicting. Other needed no introduction, she knows her name well. As uttering it brought smile alone to lips, fond as she’d been to recall her. “Praetor– no, Hakuno.” Such a proclamation was a habit of before, their previous trials minded. Step down from high ground, and see one another on relatively equal terms.

“It is.. delightful to see you once more.” Concerns aside, a moment to tame her brewing emotions. Yes, she must be strong. “..Shall we move along?” A point to library behind featured by university. Wealth of knowledge, information, and so on made for an excellence location. “I chosen what should hold some of the answers you seek.” Explanations to what happened. That is what she wanted yes?

    It’s as though time has stopped, suddenly. As though the pieces of the puzzle have finally been put together at last, and everything feels right. In order, even, as though it had never been taken apart and played with previously. The soothing voice isn’t the first to reach her; it had been their bond, that closer and closer to that beautiful figure, felt like home. Then it had been the familiar smell, intoxicating and addicting, and when she calls out her name, Hakuno is home.

    No matter whether it’s by her side, or looking over the Rome she has built for herself in the SE.RA.PH, or in a completely unknown land, her feelings for that one person are the same. Gratefulness above all, and Hakuno Kishinami couldn’t be more fond of her. Suddenly, as she speaks, reassures her even, with a guiding voice akin to a leading hand, it’s all hardly truly processed, for that Emperor’s voice are like the peaceful tweets of early morning birds.

    Relaxing. It all feels right, then.