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Furthermore, as the next ruler of that land, you should’ve believed the fairytales your mother used to lulled you to sleep, many years ago.

But still, those are just stories jumping from one mouth to another, you get nothing listening to the same old stories without signs of its existences over and over again.

But just moments ago—until now—you see and feel the existence. The sensation of flying through the night sky, right above the sparkling lights of Agrabah. The sensation of riding a magic carpet, the wind blows through your hair. The sensation of “Magic”, you feel it.

And the one who showed it to you in a first place, is a boy who claimed himself to be a prince.

Or so you thought.

Up above, the view of Agrabah from the magic carpet felt surreal. The city’s glowing like jewels, like stars in the night sky. It is the same as the usual view from your balcony, but somehow, it’s even more beautiful now—as if some magic enveloped the city entirely.

But you realized, you were sitting on one of the miracle itself.

“Did you… like it?” A blonde boy with playful eyes and mischievous smile looked at you as if he asked the most uncertain question. Face held such hope, afraid of what he would hear moments later.

You, on the other hand, realizing that you are the holder of his answer; spoke your heart truthfully.

Honey drips from your lips, “never have someone blessed me with such wonders in Agrabah.” Your mouth breathes hot air like a love language. It forces Mikey to come closer and closer, enticing him more than the magic lamp has ever been.

And it was strange how you kept looking into his eyes, even when his lips met yours while the night sky became the silent witness of a fairytale yet to unfold.

Aladdin

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Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Where some place embraced by grains of magic, the others weren’t so fortunate.

In another land, where mountains clashed like thorns of earth, feared mouths speak of a Serpent God who resides among the dark of the caves.

The God cruelly tied the land and people to one wicked fate—one that of course, meant for his own good—that is, a recurring sacrifice of a maiden every once in a first week of the eighth lunar month. Or else, the God will cursed the land with all sorts of calamities.

And so, one maiden will be sacrificed every year.

One flower withered every year, one family cried of blood and screamed agonizingly every year. Usually, it is always the daughters of slaves and criminals who are sacrificed. Until one day, a girl from a common working class family, offer herself to be sacrificed.

The girl named (Y/N), believes that one day, they will eventually take the daughters of the common villagers to be the sacrifice—when the slaves’ and criminals’ daughters are all have been wiped out.

So she decided to overcome the God, by offering herself.

Being the youngest daughter of the family, worsen her parents worries of her choice. But she soothes them—armed with a sword and accompanied by her lovely dog—she told them about her honest purpose of breaking the cycle created by the wicked Serpent God himself.

And to the dark hollow of caves she goes.

With a basket of rice cakes to lure the God out, she gripped the sword in her hands. Once the head of him came out, she intends to cut through as fast as she can—

“Well, well. What do we have here?” A deep, reverberating voice was heard from the depth of the cave. “A sacrifice with a basket of rice cakes? What do you want to do with that? Perhaps, negotiate with me to let you go?”

The girl sees it. A silhouette of a huge serpent with striking eyes—enveloped by the darkness of the cave—shifted into a tall man with a cunning face, black sharp eyes, and a braided blonde hair. He wore a black attire that flows elegantly above his ankles, and a serpent’s symbol was carved at the side of his head. His appearance seemed foreign to her, yet his posture screamed authority and threat. Quickly, she learned that a basket of rice cakes is way too far from a ‘distraction’.

“Hmm… a weapon at my face, interesting. Looks like you’re different from all of the previous’ maidens. Then come, I shall have more fun with you tonight.”

Li Ji Slays The Giant Serpent

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Baji Keisuke

You should’ve known something was wrong before you took a seat.

You should’ve known that by the mess at the long table, three crazy characters—who couldn’t stop laughing, giggling, and throwing jokes at each other every minutes—and a weary atmosphere lingering in the air ever since, like forever!

And now, your patience began to wear off, trying so damn hard to think of an excuse to leave that mad party as soon as possible.

You looked to your left, to your insane-not funny-not quite good in the head-out of his mind-disheveled-tired-new friend, “when will this tea party be over? Did Time not give you any mercy?”

Suddenly, silence filled the air.

The man with long black hair, visible pair of fangs, wearing a black top hat, turned to look at you slowly. He has a cautious face, as if your words have daggers in them. The other two began to do something else, either lower their gazes or filling their cups with more tea.

The man who called himself ‘The Mad Hatter’, bring his face very close to you—his breath seems like dancing with yours.

“He gave me a punishment forever, (Y/N). Did you not hear it clearly? Forever. No mercy, no end, only the never ending tea party. So stop, calling out his name. I’m beyond pissed, because I was given the worst of all.”

You frowned as he went back to his seat, suddenly not in the mood to find another excuses to leave the party.

“Now, now, dollface. Why don’t you have another cup of tea? I’m sure the sugar will get you sugar-rushed this time—“

“HA!”

“Yeah! That’s a good one, Baji!”

The other two laughed like crazy while giving a series of applause to ‘Baji’ The Mad Hatter. As for Baji himself, he waves his hands in the air while bowing and sometimes giving kisses to his ‘audiences’.

You grew tired of the events—it wasn’t even a funny joke or an extraordinary punchline.

With a slam on the table, you walked away from them. Not giving a care about your newly poured warm tea or even Baji who coaxed you to stay and tell either a joke or a new punchline for them to enjoy.

Alice in Wonderland

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Mitsuya Takashi

You bowed respectfully while still slightly shaking with nervousness. All eyes were on you, once the door to the ballroom opened. You never had these many eyes stare at you with such admiration in them before—it’s as if they saw a goddess. The only memory of the same stare was with your father and mother back when you were still a child, before the nightmare began.

Speaking about nightmare…

You search for three pairs of evil eyes cautiously. Your fairy godmother told you that with her magic, no one will recognize who you truly are. But still, there’s a lingering fear inside you that your stepmother and sisters will found out soon.

“Excuse me, Miss?” A voice, so smooth like a silk, pulled you back to the ground. You were startled by the sight of the prince himself, standing in front of you. Lavender eyes like serenity stared into your very being, his grace enticed you to lower your gaze and bending your knees, once again.

“Your Highness, it is a pleasure to meet you—“

“No, it is my pleasure to meet you, my lady. Never heard about a woman whose beauty matched that of a goddess before,” you met his eyes briefly before lowering your gaze again, feeling your cheeks began to heat up. The prince’s hand came to your vision, “may I have this honored dance?”

You froze in your spot, you didn’t know what to do. You never thought that miracles would pour itself over and over at you in one single night. First, the very existence of your fairy godmother. Then, a chance to attend the royal ball with a proper appearance. And now, a chance to dance with the prince himself.

You never asked for any other things, really. All you wanted to do, was attending the ball because the King ordered that all of the commoners were invited. And because you hoped that your stepmother would show you some fairness in treating you just the way she treats her own daughters.

You focused back on the palm of a hand, waiting for a response.

Putting your hand on top of the prince’s, you made up your mind, “it would be my pleasure, Your Highness.”

You decided that these miracles—this wonderful night blessed upon you—were the results of your good deeds in every day of your life. And you don’t intend to reject the virtues that Heaven has sent to you as a reward. Like a rare jewel, you embraced the night as the prince glided your body through the ballroom.

Who knows? Perhaps, your mother watches you from Heaven. Maybe, she was the one who blessed you these miracles.

Cinderella

Koko gripped the black and white diamond hair pin nervously. It has a carving of an ostrich beautifully and the diamond’s texture compliments the sparkles that radiates from the lights above him. He’s not so sure if you’re a fan of ostrich or not, the hair pin catches his eyes the moment he laid on them. It catches his eyes more than the butterfly, flower, swan, even love-carved ones presented by the shop owner. The hair pin was the most unsold, he said. Koko thinks he should considers the statement, but still he bought it. After all, the most unsold means the uniquest, right?

Right, he tried to convince himself

Suddenly, the big bedroom door opened. You walked in with two big suitcases dragged within your arms and a little note in your left hand. Koko hesitates to approach you. He was so sure it’s gonna be easy, but now the reality made doubt creeped its way up his spine to his heart.

Will you forgive him?

The question was the source of his hesitation, haunting him like a soul to its body. Been there even before the thought to buy an apology stuff, been there ever since he realized the cold sheet he slept on for six months. He hoped for the warmth of his home again when he decided to brushed his hesitation away. One step closer, he let out his voice. “You look like—“

“A body just arrived. I won’t be back until I finished all my works,” with that you walked out of the bedroom. Suitcases left behind, uncovered and untidied with a man who fell silent. Slowly, he bowed his head. Weigh made its way to his heart like a slow-motion of a crash. Slowly, surely, and painfully. The room seems to get colder, even if it’s 10.00 A.M. and the beginning of the summer. His legs lost all its support until he sat on the edge of bed. Fingers rubbing the diamond hair pin delicately as if he was trying to comfort himself.

The reality speaks its words now. No road back to forgiveness. Trapped in a cold prison-like place he built for himself.

It was so cold how you cut him off like that. Your words carved a hundred-like daggers to his heart with a deadly venom dripped from its edges. Those daggers stayed inside unreleased while its venom spreads, filling every cell of his body. Torturing him for the rest of his life.

I deserved this, he tried once again to convince himself. It’s okay, I deserved this.

The weigh will remains there in his heart, be a burden wherever he goes. As he averts his eyes to the view outside of a window, a tear escaped.

“Black emptiness as it was, something always managed to slip in. Blurred in the lines of whether it’s a light or just death making its way to visit…”

You put the make-up on top of the corpse’s face tenderly. Treat the dead respectively as if you treat the living, ‘cause a mortician’s job is to be the comfort for the dead before their burial, once your instructor said. You followed the statement. It gave you some sort of relief, knowing you can provide some help for some people. Knowing you can be useful and needed.

A feeling you’ll never get from him.

“Akane was very beautiful, no one will and ever compare to her.”

You should’ve known. You should’ve known from that moment that he’ll never look at you the way he looked at Akane.

“You should dye your hair with white color instead, (Y/N). It’ll make you look prettier.”

It hurts. It hurts so bad. It hurts to the very core when you realized you’ll never be Akane, it hurts when he doesn’t and won’t recognize you as you are. As (Y/N). Not someone else.

“Fuck it off, will you? Be more reserved like Akane, please.”

You’re tired, you don’t know what to do anymore.

The final touches has been done. The corpse is ready to be seen by the family to observe. You put the make-up aside. Your eyes studying the result of your work in case something’s missing. All has been put on, nothing’s missed. The powder set on perfectly, not too thick but not too thin either. The eyes didn’t smudged, lips red like a living. Instead of small mistakes, you found… perfection.

You found beauty. You found such a serenity in the dead. In a lifeless body.

And before this, you were never attracted to death strongly—like a string of fate.

You jolted for a second. Someone knocked the door.

Your colleague walked in, “(Y/N), your friend comes to visit you.” You looked behind him and saw Inui. The usual companion. The regular person in your life. Your only friend.

You exhaled silently, knowing what will come to you in a moment. You packed your things, gave a farewell to your colleague, and stood in front of Inui. Your eyes catching his stern face even before you get this close to him, “I can expl-“

“Let’s just talk somewhere. You need to be clear, anyway,” Inui walked off first, steps made like an impatient man. Clear and tough, you just knew you have to be honest to him. About your feelings, your conditions, all of your situations.

No more hiding, no more lying. Even if it’s just a grain of sand.

“Wounds from past, pins growing in each veins, dead soul—dead mind. The remains are only empty, void, numb…”

Red ceilings and walls, it is the usual cafe. Not too far away from your workplace, the place has been your own “asylum” with Inui to consult. Much like a diary but with Inui being the silent reader.

You told Inui all the struggles you’re faced with. The struggle of loving him, the struggle of convincing him, and now the struggle of forgiving him. Inui has been with you since you dated Koko. Even more, Inui has watched you before you approached Koko.

And he tried to warn you about the upcoming tragedy. This tragedy.

But still, your savior heart—or rather complex, because now you see it pointing its thorns back at you—decided to play its usual scenario. Saving another beings from a danger that could kill themselves. Preventing them by diving through the dangers, unaware of the fact that not every beings wanted to be saved.

Now, you realize. How painful it is to always be the hero—heroine—in every story. You look up to Inui as he set his cup of coffee. Eyes bore into each other’s, his tells a longtime tales of worries. And you’re very grateful that he took care of you tirelessly. Especially your emotional needs.

“Why did you move out from the cottage?”

You knew it. Though Inui tried his best to stay calm, there’s still a slight tremble in his voice. Honest, you tried to remind yourself. Be honest.

“He tried to find me for a longtime, Inui. I can’t stay mad at him,” it’s true. No matter how hurt you’ve been, your heart refuses to hurt those who hurt you for a longtime. It is a curse and a blessing, you once agreed. But now, you see it as more of a curse than a blessing.

Inui gives you a firm gaze, “then what about him? Did he give a fuck about you all this time? He’s all about Akane, isn’t he?” No venom, no anger, not even hatred. He asked like a person asking his friend how they’re doing, you knew it. But still, it didn’t stop you from spitting the truths in the depths of your heart. No, he didn’t. He never loved me. He always sees me as Akane.

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you confessed something which you don’t realize you said it yourself. Out loud. Away from the depths of your mind. Once locked in the darkness, came outside simply. A confession that’ll make Inui drops tears silently few moments later.

And forever will make him feel hopeless—hollow.

“I’ve been thinking…” you stopped long enough. Doubts still lingering in your head, before you push the words defeatedly. “I want—“

“Droplets… oh so sweet. So beautiful. Let it be their trail of memories—for it shall guide them through dark, narrow, hallway.”

Inui didn’t even look at you when you stood up and went home—house. It’s just a house, not a home.

At this point, “house” even isn’t worthy. More of a hell on an earth.

He doesn’t have it. Doesn’t have any strength to lift his head. Doesn’t have any courage to stare one more time at your back, as you left the cafe—your figure still visible behind the cafe’s huge glass like window while you took a glance at him one more time, as if he’s that one person you’ll always longed for. He’s afraid he’ll pour more tears than he already has, even though the ones on his lap have a wide stain already.

And even though he doesn’t want it, his thoughts took a trip back to six years ago.

Times where he met you with Koko not yet as a couple, but as a friend. Times where he would see you distracted Koko from his grief by cheerfully dragging him to cute cafes. Times where you were smiling brightly and your smile seemed unbeatable.

Now, the days were gone like a smoke of memories.

Slowly, your smile started to seem troubled. Your body didn’t move as cheerful as it was. You look tired. He should’ve knew it. How your mind began to trace around at nothingness. How your behavior changed. How you seemed to rather be alone while you always dragged Koko or him to hangout with you.

Inui choked back a sob.

If he paid more attention to you, maybe you’ll still have some smile to give. If he knew how you felt all this time, maybe he can buy much more time to be there beside you. If he could gave a much clear warnings, he can prevent this. And then you would still be the cheerful girl he knew. The girl who have a soul so bright, he could die of its luster.

And maybe, just maybe. You could be his instead.

Fuck the if’s. Fuck Koko.

He’ll never get over his grief. He’ll never forget Akane. He’ll never open his heart to anyone after her. Inui doesn’t even know if it’ll affects him when (Y/N) goes away. Whatever will happen, Inui won’t stop cursing him. He’ll hates him for the rest of his life and there’ll be no forgiveness.

Right now, he just has to wait. After all, you’re gonna move out and find peace in the end.

“Wavering heart… what’s the matter? The road of black and the road of grey, it is all yours to choose. Be strong, or you shall float between blinding of whites.”

The bottle of red wine were gripped hard.

You took a visit to the nearest wine store to buy your favorite earlier, Ruby Port. You need something sweet tonight, in fact very sweet it could awaken the diabetes moments later. You also bought a jar of painkillers, in case it could reduces the pain you feel now and later.

I want to die. I want to die, Inui.

You don’t bother preparing the glass. You will drink it in one go anyway. You may not be able to swallow the whole painkiller pills, but you surely won’t let a single drop left in your wine bottle. You afraid it would spill and stain the expensive carpet Koko has bought. You can’t waste his money, not when you won’t see him anymore.

I’m sorry. But I don’t feel loved. Not even once.

All set. The wine stood proudly on top of the glass table, the painkiller’s jar beside it. Now, you just have to wait until the clock struck to midnight. Koko usually finishes his work around that hour, so you don’t have to worry about any disturber.

I’m tired. I don’t know what to do.

You sat prettily on your chair. Fingers gently tapping the glass table, following the tune of your silent humming. Your parents used to sing it when you were a child, either through their daily basis or putting you to bed at night. It became a habit on you too. You started to sing it whenever you’re in the same room with Koko. You don’t know if Koko liked it though, you bet he was annoyed.

Thank you, Inui. Thank you so much. I’m so grateful to have a friend as good as you. It’s not your fault, I’m the one who wasn’t strong enough.

Now, you won’t hum the tune anymore. You won’t listen to your favorite song anymore. You won’t eat sweets anymore. You won’t see the sunshine nor sunset anymore. Your feet won’t touch the salty water of the sea anymore. You won’t see children running around the shore anymore.

I’ll leave tonight. Once again, thank you and I’m sorry. I hope you have a joyful life waiting in the future.

You won’t live anymore.

You’ll forget what it feels like to be alive. What it feels like to have warmth surrounding your body. What it feels like to have a beating heart. What it feels like to step your feet onto the solid ground.

But why dwell on it now?

You called the angel of death via a bottle of red wine and a jar of painkillers since three hours ago. He is sitting prettily on the table now, waiting with you for the clock to struck to midnight. Why do you think of repelling him now? Isn’t it rude to cancel the agreement you’ve just made five hours ago?

It is 11.55 PM.

Right, it is rude. You have to do it. There’s no going back. Five minutes to go. Going back only meant for cowards. And you don’t consider yourself as a coward. You have to do this. You never felt alive anyway. He drained your light, any energy you had left. He sucked it mercilessly. You didn’t have warmth surrounding your body, your heart was long stopped, and your feet longed to touch the sky.

You longed to touch the clouds, to float between air and don’t feel anything.

12.00 AM.

You pour the pills as many as you can in your hand and tried your best to fit it all in your mouth. You grabbed the bottle of wine and gulped it straight down your throat, helping the pills to pass through. You didn’t choke, no. Instead, you felt a burning sensation all over your body. Sweats covering your skin, it felt so hot yet you can’t let out a single scream. You succumbed to the pain, embracing the heat as you fell to the floor. Your mouth begins to pour some white foam, seizures all over your body.

It went for some time, until the sight of the luxury ceiling began to fade. Black and numbness took over as you exhale one last breath of life. Managed to smile even for just a few seconds.

“Empty, numbness… follow through the trail of memories—that leads to the edge of red.”

Koko hopped to the train once the door was opened. He grabbed the nearest handle since the seats were already taken by elders or pregnant women. Normally, one of his butler would drive him with his Mercedes for the more efficient road. But he decided to use the public transportation now, since he remembered that one time you took him to another cute cafe in different district.

“Inui! What happened!? Did she tell you something!?” He didn’t answer. He just looked blankly to the scene before him. Bright, yellow police’s line surrounded the room. Inside, there were three cops and one lifeless body. Two cops inspected the body while the other inspected a bottle of red wine and a jar of painkillers. Some pills fell to the desk table and the carpet.

Koko let go of Inui once he realized he won’t answer. Sobs still filled his breath, his tears long dried since he called the police. However, he was still staring at Inui. “How could this happen…”

It wasn’t really a question, more like wondering to himself. But then, Inui’s eyes snapped at him, eyebrows furrowed like a menace—a stare of disgust. Then, words like daggers flew out, “it was your fault, don’t play dumb. You killed her for the sake of Akane, didn’t you? If only you could forget her, Koko. Then she would still be here. If only, you could forget her.” With that, he walked away.

Leaving Koko froze in the place he stood, silently watched his figure getting smaller by the distance. Slowly, he looked back to the scene. Eyes directed towards a pair of feet, unmoved. Chest began to tight, body felt like jelly. And before he knew it, his body fell to the floor.

The sound of door opening can be heard again. Koko waits for other people to walk out first, so that it’ll be easy for him when he walks out.

After he exited the station, Koko took a road that leads him to a quieter place. Sounds of neighbors talking to each other, children playing the traditional games, and bicycles tires rolling off the road can be heard. He is still quite far from that place. From that one specific cottage.

He woke up from his passed out state, remembering everything. Not like some dramas or movies where the protagonist lost their memories and can continue their life without burden. He remembered everything, he felt everything. And the guilt started to eat him alive inside and out. Different from the first time it crawled up his spine, the guilt filling him fully this time.

Like a possession, he doesn’t recognize himself anymore. It used to be a shell of a someone who lived in.

The cottage was still in a great shape, despite not having someone to take care of it.

Koko went inside. His feet touched the dusty floor. Even the walls are still sturdy, though the paint has lost its fresh, green color. Koko closed the door and walked around. He looked at the paintings you’ve made. There is one painting showing a father and a daughter who hugged lovingly, the father wears green attributes while the daughter wears white attributes. It has a black background, with a sunset on a distance.

The next one is a painting of a beautiful lady with a white dress who sleeps, a red rose in her hands. Her face says serenity. It also has a black background, even the bed too. A sleeping beauty, perhaps?

There’s another one which is very simple. It’s just a painting of a rose.

Koko doesn’t know if those paintings meant something, he just looked at your masterpieces while his feet took him to every single corner of the cottage. Until he arrived at the bedroom, he sat on the bed. Mind trying to shape your apparition doing your daily activities. Ears trying to remember your soft voice, either it’s singing, humming, or just talking. Nose doesn’t have to try, your scent still lingering inside the cottage. Unfortunately, skin has lost its memory no matter how he tried to rub it together. Soft skin, touches, he can’t feel it. He can’t hallucinate it.

Which reminds him again that you’re already gone six years ago. Vanished, nowhere to be seen solidly.

Slowly, tears making its way to his eyes. He thought of how things could be different. How if he opened his heart and finally let go of someone who should rest in peace years ago, your existence would still be here beside him. Then, he would repay you by taking you to luxury places instead. Drinking on top of a hill with a sunset view, or a date in a historical palace. He would marry you and have a family together, moving towards a future. He would grow old with you while watching your grandchildren play, little feet running around the house.

But those are just another “what if’s” in his life. Reality speaks of a dreams burned in ashes, warm to recall nothing to grab.

“Ah! Your Majesty! What an unobtrusive of you to gave such a good deed to see me again,” Duke South bowed his head while Mikey hold his urge to rolled his eyes. “I prepared the banquet at the Garden of Inanna, only the best Earl Grey’s could come to the taste of yours. Would you mind as to spend the afternoon with that?”

Mikey clenched his fist hard while trying to keep his face straight at the bewray sauciness offered to him.

It is true that Duke South assisted many things for his empire ever since his father’s polity. Bearing a hand from war to war and assisting many of his men to work inside the palace. But still, dragging an emperor away from his duties just to spend the afternoon by drinking some tea is an act way too indelicate for a so-called empire’s comrade.

Even less, Mikey knew Duke South’s true intention—he grew very tired of it.

The emperor straightened his posture, “very well. But I have to continue my duties regardless what kind of haps consist. We will surcease it by sunset.” There’s a slight look of disappointment in Duke South’s face as he bowed lightly. But even as an emperor, Mikey has to be outright to whosoever it is—no exception for every gentlefolk family.

With a light gesture, Sanzu puts his robe.

Garden of Inanna truly was a piece of fallen heaven.

With a soil lusher than the other gardens, it appends varieties to the dishes of the palace by planting foreign seeds from the comrade’s empires. Besides keeping good relations, Garden of Inanna was blessed for its sunset pulchritude.

Which, will happen in a few moments.

Mikey has made the garden private since his coronation day. Only few people are allowed to see such its beauty. And just because being allowed to see, doesn’t mean being allowed to do something with it.

Doesn’t mean being allowed to hold such banquet—even less without his permission first.

Right now, the emperor was trying to hold his urge to groan out loud. Beside him, Duke South already talked about his “beautiful” daughter for what seemed like forever.

A betrothal.

And Mikey will never fall to that kind of trap.

The emperor coughed, “what about the Gate of Isis?” Duke South stopped, seemed lost at the moment.

“Pardon me, Your Majesty?”

“What about your men? Did they hold in custody of the people around there?”Mikey asked the Duke again as fast as the Duke stopped his sentence.

It is now intelligible that the emperor feels disgruntled at this banquet. Even more, at this whole afternoon.

None the less, Duke South tried to keep his composure, “…yes, yes Your Majesty. I’ve harbored the area and the people around there.”

“Good,” Mikey took a sip of his tea. “The previous war had taken many sacrifices. Perhaps, I shall go there by myself to see into the safety’s upturn someday.”

And the emperor swore he saw a glint of fright passing by the Duke’s face.

Unaware, Sanzu came behind him. “Your Majesty, the sunset begins.”

Mikey took a look of the remarkableness on his left. Such a radiant light from the sun, creates beautiful hues of orange to the sky. No wonder the previous empress loved this garden dearly. Unfortunately, he has to make it clear that many tasks are meant to be done—as an emperor—to Duke South.

With one last look, the emperor ended the banquet.

You admired the placement of the additional desk in your chamber.

Days ago, you told your father that you want to keep studying at night. At first, your father didn’t know what to feel. Whether it’s him worrying that his daughter may took his words too solemnly—that you, the eldest daughter, shall keep and bring more wealth to the family when it’s your turn to be the head of the house—and ended up tiring yourself, or proudness because of having such a dedicated daughter to be his next successor.

But the moment he saw your puppy eyes, your father saw the little girl he loved so much despite the little girl is now a lady.

This evening, four butlers moved a rather large wooden desk to the left side of your bed, near the big window which heading straight to the balcony. Your father apologized for not giving the proper desk—meaning not giving a desk made by copper or diamond or even gold—you told him to rest assured because you just wanted to study, not showing off the desk to anybody else. Still, after that, your father call to mind you to not study too late, or else you shall get easily tired in the morning.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Just when you wanted to take a seat, someone’s already waiting outside the balcony.

You silently cursed yourself, forgetting that tonight is the night. With light steps, you opened your window slowly. There he is, black robe blanketed his figure entirely. Anyone shall see him as no one, until they saw the black void eyes he has.

And the white hair, shining celestially under bright moonlight.

“Come in, Mikey.” Your heart pounding wildly through your chest once he’s inside your chamber.

Mikey took notice of his surroundings, not much changed after yesterday’s night he didn’t show up—unless for one additional furniture (by this moment, he knew your chamber too well rather than his own chamber). “What did you study?”

You looked to the additional desk, “oh, it’s my family’s work.”

Mikey proceeded to the desk. There, sheets of paper, a big book, and a lantern sat silently. All concerning the black irons’ trade your family has. “You balloted to be the next successor of the family?”

You smiled, “yes. Even more, I place credence that the irons have more potential than just being a mere fixable furnitures.”

Mikey set eyes on you dearly. It’s true, his heart never ratted him. From the first sight his gaze fell upon you, he knew you shall be his empress one day. How he loves your ingenuity, your demeanor, and your pride at who you are truly.

With one step onward, Mikey verged to you. His right hand osculated the back of your head lightly, whilst his other hand embosomed your sides tightly. Both could sensed each other breaths from the adjacency.

Mikey inbreathes your savor, leave alone its toxicant to punch a ballot to every presence of mind he has. He shall be sotted before you, “…make love with me.”

With that, you leaned toward each other. Lips met in a hot, red desires. Tongue dancing with tongue, saliva ran down your chins like linn. Mikey moved to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva down your chin, to your neck, and on your chest.

You felt divine, Mikey licked and sucked your neck so hard it turned purple. His lips went back to hovering over yours. Hands slowly undressed your nightgown. Fingers tracing your body as if it was a sacred treasure—his sacred treasure, his worshipped celestial goddess’ body.

Too vertiginous, you fell to the bed. Mikey groped your body harder, grabbing your breast like some bawdy alley men down the street. His still clothed cock pressed against your bare cunt, your liquid bedabbled the pants. Mikey’s cock twitched hard as if it can’t wait to be inside you.

Impatiently, he turned your body around. Your breast landed on a soft bedsheet while you buried your face into a pillow. There was never a day where you felt unsatisfied making love with him. Even now when he inserts three fingers to pumped your cunt, you have to dive back to the pillow—or else your family hears your desperate moaning, wailing like a trull in brothels.

Without finishing you off, Mikey pulled out his fingers. He sucked it like his favorite dinner while the other hand undressed himself hurriedly. His member rubs against your cunt in a teasing manner. Mikey leaned down to your ear.

“You know… I’ve tried some of my concubines this morning…” You gasped at the thrust of his tip, “and as well as my expectation…”

You bite the pillow while crying. His length filled you up to the hilt.

“T-they didn’t grip my cock as tight as yours.”

Mikey starts with a rough one. There’s no “soft way” tonight. He has to release all of his frustration for being an emperor. From those unsatisfying concubines to Duke South’s betrothal attempt. All has to be released to the right hole.

You tried to speak despite your choked moans, “h-have-ah! H-have you tried… nghhh… everything?” Mikey didn’t stop his hips, too cunt drunk to even think a proper answer.

“I have,” the emperor held back his lustful moan, “all were miserable.” You felt his cock started to tear your womb. “They couldn’t even give me a good mouth fuck.”

You started to feel your sanity vanishes. The moment he pushed his cock even deeper to fuck your womb, you knew you won’t ever come back from the heavens. Your womb became hotter, preparing to shoot out its cum.

Just when you’re about to cum, Mikey halted his hips. He leaned down to make out again while his cock buried even deeper—you thought it’s touching your womb’s wall due to the fullness you felt.

Tongue clashing against tongue again, Mikey rubbed his cock inside your womb. Relishing in the warmness of your guts, he could just shoot his cum straight up your uterus. But he wants to make it last, he never wanted it to end honestly.

With little care to your desperate whining—begging for him to move again—Mikey kissed all over your body. Teeth biting your skin, wanting to mark you entirely. When he felt your walls began to calm down, he moves his hips again.

This time, he edged himself by moving real fast. In just minutes, his dick throbbed painfully. “I shall cum in your mouth. When I pulled out, suck it real hard, understand?” Mikey didn’t wait for your answer.

He pulled out and turn your body quickly. Your opened mouth suddenly being filled with meat, and he doesn’t even adjust to your gag reflex. Later, you felt a warm liquid ran down your throat. The same liquid that stayed in your womb almost every night.

You saw Mikey’s face contorted in pleasure. His hips fucked your mouth slowly while his hands gripped your throat—making sure you swallowed all of his. You thought it shall went for just one minute, turns out his cum kept flowing like a ford.

You grabbed his hips, trying to stop him mouth fuck you. He just took your hands and kissed it as if to calm you down. Keep shooting his cum like eternity. After a while, he pulled out of your mouth slowly. Watching a string of saliva mixed with his cum connected your tongue to his cock.

Seeing your dazed face made him proud. He shall makes sure only he can do these things to you. Same as him, you have an even bigger pride because it’s you who can make him like this—not those gentlefolk’s trulls called concubines, you thought.

Mikey traced your body with his cock, back to your hole. One thrust, and he buried himself again, “ah… such a hole made for me.” Mikey starts pounding hard, “maybe in the future, I shall just pound you like this. No need for preparation.”

“Oh yes, please… treat me like your own.”

Mikey kissed your lips, “you already are.” There it is, the urge to cum again. Mikey put your legs on his shoulders. The position made you sob of how he nudged every right place. Without a warning, his cum went straight to womb. It felt warm like a hearth.

Gently, Mikey turned your body again. “One more time, my lady. Just one more time,” Mikey lifted your hips high, he entered you again with a sigh. “I love you. I love you so much, wish you shall be my empress one day.”

Despite the pleasure, you shook your head. There’s no way you can be an empress. A future Baroness? With no gentlefolk blood running through her existence? Absolutely a dream. Not to mention the higher gentlefolks’ families would reject you the moment you stepped onto the floor of the palace.

You can just relished these moments, these temporary moments. Nights where he loves you to the utmost, your chamber became the silent witness. Nights where you are just lovers without titles and rules. Nights where you wished it was eternal.

Mikey noticed your tears. He kissed them away while chasing his orgasm again. He rubbed your clit to make you forget about the damned fate you both took a role in. Cursed them Moirai, he shall make you his empress in any way. No titles nor blood can get in his way. He shall make his own moira.

You shut your eyes hard, the biggest pleasure is coming. Mikey kept rubbing your clit, hoping you would clench him harder when you cum. Three more thrusts and your body twitched lewdly. Mikey follows right after, couldn’t pull out by how tight you clenched around him.

You both stayed like that for three minutes, don’t want to let the other go. Warmth slowly fade like a sunset, Mikey pulled out. His body cradled yours tightly. Eyes bore into each other, as they spoke a silent promise of an eternal togetherness.

He who kidnapped you just for the sake of his experiment.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of heavy steps made its way to the bedroom. You didn’t surprised—nor flinched anymore—when a certain light lilac haired guy appeared after the door opened. He has the same crazy grin, chemical smells, and dirty laboratory coat attached to him.

And it won’t change, you thought.

No matter what kind of futures you jump to, he’ll still stay the same.

He’s already sick. Twisted being.

Approaching you, he pinned both of your hands beside your head and nuzzling his nose with yours, “good morning, pet. How was your sleep?” You didn’t answer. Mind began to numb at these morning routines for the past two years. “I spent all night, you know. Trying to make something good for you…”

You noticed an unusual glance in his eyes. Something more sinister, something more wicked.

“And I came up with this!”

A pill.

A pink coloured pill.

You don’t know what kind of pill that is, but you’re sure it’s bad. Everything he ever made is bad. “No—“

“Ah, ah! I wasn’t even begin to explain the effects yet you already rejected me,” you stopped. You froze, not even dare to move just a bit.

Cuz’ his right hand’s ready to slap you at any moment.

“Good girl, seems like you’re more than ready to have my baby, yeah?” Mitsuya forced your mouth open and shoved the pill. He kissed you hard while moving his tongue inside, making sure you swallowed the pill.

His left hand traced your body until it touched your sweet cunt. Forcefully, he shoved two fingers inside. You furrowed your eyebrows, not having any lubrication before made it very hurt you afraid it’ll bleed. After a while, it started to feel good. Your walls begin to contract and warmth spread your body like an aphrodite.

Just when you’re about to cum, Mitsuya pulled his fingers out and flipped your body to face the mattress. You knew what he’s going to do, yet you can’t get away. This is your morning routine with him, you grew numb. Oddly, he didn’t shove his cock right away.

“You know, I’m craving something new today…” your eyes widen in horror.

You felt it.

The tip of his cock.

In your asshole.

Without another word, he shoved it all in one single thrust. Pain filled you, tears flowing through your eyes like waterfall. Mitsuya moaned so hard, so loud at the tightness—he almost came.

Slowly, your hole starts to stretch. “Fuck… d-don’t worry, pet. The pill’s effect will give you lubrication,” still in haze, he rubbed your clit to relaxed your body—cuz’ you’re still tight as fuck and if he cum soon, there’s no fun in that.

After a while, Mitsuya started pounding into you. Your body still felt a little bit of pain, but it’s quickly replaced with pleasure. For now, you almost grateful for the pill’s effect to decrease the pain. But it’s not long after Mitsuya finished inside your ass.

He moved down to the cunt.

“Sadly, playtime’s over baby. It’s time to work.” He entered your cunt and you felt a strange burning sensation spread through your body. Unintentionally, you let out a loud moan. “Oh? You started to feel the true effect?”

Your cunt tighten even more.

“I-it’s stimulate your body. Your libido will increase twice as high and fertilize your womb even more,” Mitsuya pulled out and slammed it back, hard. “I’ll make sure you’ll pregnant this time.”

With that being said, you last six hours that morning. In the middle, he’ll use your mouth as his plaything then back to your cunt. In the end, there’s no hope for you to not to get pregnant this time—like there’s even one in the first place. You even doubt God’s help, because the chance of miracle is so little you just hope to die.

Either it’s him killing you, or you kill yourself. In which way, you better off from this world than to be this man’s wife and mother of his child.

You don’t mind it, honestly.

If anything doesn’t have to do with the ocean, you don’t mind it.

So, here you are. Sitting comfortably far, far away from the ocean with your bikini’s on, sunglasses to cover your eyes, and a bunch of snack and cold drinks seated by your side. Ryu is still in the water, playing with his brothers while you watched them with awe.

You always admired Ryu for his kindness, shyness, and tenderness to everyone around him. Especially his own family. It’s unfair, really—his TRIGGER’s image and his true self being the opposite.

It took you back to two years ago when he asked you out with his body shaking violently, face as red as tomato, and a cute stuttered-words. What made it even funnier was the big screen above him showing his advertisement for a new high-class club in Okinawa with him surrounded by girls while wearing an off-buttoned white shirt—what an amusing view, you thought.

Ryu looked to the direction your eyes went and his face can’t get any red than before. Shaking even more violently and can’t even form a word anymore. You giggled, decided to help him. You took his hand and accepted the ask. Ryu’s face suddenly lit up and you can’t help but to vow that you’ll protect that smile to the end of time.

Back to the present time, you saw that Ryu and his brothers were playing volleyball. Since they’re back on the sand, you decided to play with them. Just when you’re about to run, you hear someone screaming.

You searched for the source of the voice and there it is. A young boy, almost drowning near a big rock while three children stood on the rock—laughing and calling the young boy names.

Horrified with the view, you immediately run into them.

“Get away little bastards!”

Yeah, you knew you should’ve not call children with bad names.

But these children crossed the line with bullying other, made you doesn’t even think twice and jumped straight into the water.

Into the sea.

Into your fear.

Quickly, you grabbed the boy and swam your way to the shore. When the boy’s feet finally touched the sand, that’s when the nightmare begins. While most of your body still in the water, suddenly your left leg started to feel cramps.

It can’t be moved, thus you started drowning.

Fortunately, the boy noticed and started to grab your hand while screaming for help. Ryu heard the boy’s voice and saw a matching bracelet attached to an arm he knew too well.

Little bits of worries hit him like stuns.

With a speed of lightning, Ryu ran and scooped your body back to the sand. You coughed up water, as soon as you feel the sand underneath you. Your body weakened and you feel like you’ll pass out at any moment.

Ryu brushed the hair out of your face, “(Y/N)? Hey, (Y/N)? What happened? Can you hear me?” You can’t form a word, honestly. You’re too tired to even shake your head. Ryu knew what to do and carry you back to the hotel.

There, he set you comfortably on the bed and embraced you. Rock you back and forth like parents to their child and reassure you that you’re now safe in his arms. No ocean to engulfed you, no creatures will pull you to the depth, and no waves to crash you into pieces.

It’s only him.

And his warmth.

And his voice-like-heaven singing comforting words to your ears.

After a while, Ryu asked about what happened back in the beach. You told him with a shaky voice, still in the weak state. After hearing all about it, Ryu sighed and gave you the same smile you adore so much.

“Well, what can I say? You’re too kind to others, you forgot about your own fear,” your face heated. You really didn’t think of yourself more than a dumb person when you jumped into that water. But it wasn’t the case for Ryu, “you may not know this (Y/N), but your kindness and pureness that drew me in the first place—I don’t date anyone just because I’m one of TRIGGER’s member, like most people think I am. That event scared me, really. I don’t know what to do if I ever lose you.”

He inched his face closer to you, “but I can’t get enough of the virtues you showed to the world.” And the afternoon passed with a warm kiss exchanged between each other. Ryu hugged your body tighter as if you would dissapear into thin air.

And I hope to live with that virtues too for the rest of my life, (Y/N).

He won’t hesitate when it comes to you, though. A date outside? Of course. A walk in a park? Of course. Spend some “private” time in a hotel? Absolutely. After all, you both did those things very carefully to avoid any scandals. His manager also trusts him with these kind of things after a while.

His friends also being supportive of the romantic relationship he’s in now—in fact, they’re the ones who chose his outfits and telling him some gestures to create a romantic atmosphere. It means a lot to him, especially when Growth reached its popularity where they each have their own busy schedules.

Koki knocked the door three times, waiting for the person behind to open it.

It was like a slow motion for him. At first, (Y/H/C) hair was seen when the door first opened. Then the arms, body, and lastly you. Smiling brightly with a white dress hugging your body perfectly like a goddess. Koki stood still for a moment, eyes frozen in place at the sight.

“You like it that much?” Koki was pulled back to reality. You laughed lightly and move your body from side to side. “I never thought this could still be fit, though. It’s my mother’s, the first dress she wore for a prom with my father.”

Koki tried to think. He tried to listen to what you say. But alas, your existence itself doesn’t make any sense. How could a creature be so perfect let alone a human? A girl just like other girls? But it’s different in his eyes. You’re a perfect creation, a blood to his heart.

When you stopped talking, you quickly pulled him inside and closed the door.

Koki took off his hoodie and went to the kitchen. Everything was perfectly placed. From the room, dinner meals, and candles. Soft light creates a sensual atmosphere which you both found peace between each other. You’re back from the front door and approached him.

Nervousness creeped up behind you, “do you like it?”

Koki turned to look at you. Soft smile embracing his face like a cloud on a sky, “I love it. Wish we could do this everyday.”

You pecked his lips, “shall we eat, then?”

The dinner was like any romantic date.

Random conversations, delicious food (Koki asked for an extra—which kinda funny since he has to keep a perfect body figure), and little pecks here and there when you were washing the dishes together. It all ended with a wine and a movie.

Koki looked at your side, obviously ignoring the movie and just bathing in a sweet scenery of your goddessly face (if that’s even a word). It took you five seconds to realize that you’re the one who were being watched instead.

You chuckled, “what is it? Something on my face?”

Now that you turned your head to look at him, he can’t turn away. Your eyes hypnotizing his as he thought of an answer to your question. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N).”

You averted your gaze to another direction, cheeks heating and embarrassment creeped up your body. No one watched the movie while you’re playing with your hands, unsure of what to respond (not that Koki needed the respond though, he’s just living his life—being with you).

Seven seconds later and you responded.

The night goes on with an intimate talks, warm cuddles, and a long kiss to end the night. Watching his back leaving your apartment, you just longed for this night to come again. Knocking at your door, giving you the warmth to erase the coldness.

Little did you know, Koki wished the same. His lips still relishing the aftertaste of your kiss, wanting to feel it again.

Aoi yawned. Drowsiness started to take over, when he saw one tiny blue star twinkled. Thinking that his brain started to hallucinated things, he rubbed his eyes. Seeing that it’s not twinkling again, he shrugged it off and went back inside the dormitory.

The sky is blue, dilly, dilly The sky is blue Go walk with her, dilly, dilly Go walk with her Today, Aoi suprisingly has a day off, except for rehearsing with the other members again though. The director from his new drama series involved in some scandals, thus the making of the drama is in hiatus. His agency busied themselves with this problem, making sure that Aoi’s image didn’t scratch the slightest bit. Meanwhile, Aoi himself is preparing for tonight’s dinner. Kitchen filled with chopping sounds, Aoi cooks the vegetables in silence. There’s a faint sound from the TV informing the breaking news of the train accident in Sapporo, Hokkaido. When he’s done, Aoi turns off the TV then went inside his bedroom. Aoi decided to pass the time by reading some books or doing anything else he likes. Unfortunately, not long after he started reading, his mind wanders back to this morning. His brain kept manifesting an image of a girl with beautiful smile and heavenly voice. Aoi cannot keep his mind off of her. There are many girls he met before her. His classmates, his fans, his fellow actress’ friends—and there’s plenty who likes him and want to start a relationship with him. Though, he turned them all down. Besides his strict agency’s rules about not allowed to date, Aoi felt that they don’t love him sincerely. Some of them just like his handsome face—because he is the Prince of Six Gravity, everybody adore his heavenly face. And some of them just wanted to get as popular as him—he can see how egoistic they became once they got to take a photo once with him. Aoi is sick of those people. Those who just want to take advantage of him. Sometimes, he even feels like quitting. But he loves his job, it’s all he ever dreamed of. In the first place, he should’ve known that this wonderful carrier comes with an equal consequences. Then, he met her. Although barely knew each other—he even doesn’t know her name—only with the simple “you okay” and “I’m fine”, Aoi felt entranced by her. He felt entranced by her presence, her simplicity, her serenity, and her voice. God, her voice. Aoi momentarily thinks that she should be the one singing in Aoi’s place right now. However, he awares that this is not a fairytale. It’s not a lovely book story where the prince saves the princess, they married, and lived a happy life ever after. The princess won’t fall in love easily with the prince just because he saved her. That’s right, this is not a lovely book story where there’s only happiness along the way. Maybe if he takes a walk and meet another woman, he’ll forget her.

I love to sing, dilly, dilly I love to sing I’m so happy, dilly, dilly I’m so happy Today is a bright day, Aoi took a walk around the park near Six Gravity’s dormitory. While the birds are chirping, he can see some couples sitting together on the bench. A few kids playing on the slide and some on the swings. Aoi decided to stay in the park until he clears off his head. It has the shortfall of being an idol though. One of them is having to wear a mask wherever they go, the same goes with Aoi. Sure, he’s not the most popular one in Six Gravity. But he has the title “Prince of Six Gravity” which he earned because of his princely face. Almost all young girls in Japan worship him. Aoi sighed, took a rest on one of the bench. Hands in pocket, he looked up to see the sky above. Blue sky filled with celestial white clouds, the sun spreading its warmth through the air. When the temperature’s getting hot, Aoi decided to buy an ice cream to cool off his body. The stall isn’t that far away from the bench he sat on, it’s actually just across the bench. When he comes back from getting his vanilla ice cream, a ball flew over him. It toppled his ice cream and a few gasps followed not long after. There are six children standing beside him, fear etched within their faces. “H-hey! It’s your fault!” A kid pushed one of his friends to face Aoi. “I-I’m sorry, sir! Sh-should I replace your ice cream?” The kid asked, trembled. Aoi puts his heavenly smile, even though they can’t see it. Aoi patted the boy, “it’s okay. Next time, be more careful. Okay?” The boy lets out a big smile and nodded eagerly. Then, he and his friends went off to play again.

Aoi sighed, looking at his toppled ice cream—

“That kid sure has a strong leg, he can kicked a ball this far from the field.”

Aoi looked behind him to see the girl he met from this morning.

The very same girl.

No wonder it’s a familiar voice.

“I’m sorry I talked to you out of nowhere, it’s a habit of mine to speak my thoughts out loud. Do you still want an ice cream? I bought two.” Aoi snapped out of his dazed state when the girl handed him the ice creams. One is a vanilla flavor and the other one is a gum flavor.

“T-thanks…” Aoi himself, didn’t know why he was stuttering. “I think I’ll take the vanilla one.” The girl smiled, giving Aoi the vanilla one while starting to eat the blue ice cream. One thought came to Aoi, “may I know, why did you buy two? Did you come with someone?”

The girl chuckled, “my friend was supposed to meet me here, we made a promise that we’ll hangout today ‘cause she’s been in a really busy schedule. But it turned out that she forget and went with her boyfriend instead.”

Aoi furrowed his eyebrows, face scrunched with worry. “…I’m sorry.”

The girl gave a reassuring smile, “It’s fine. Maybe she’s more comfortable with her boyfriend, can’t blame her fully.”

They stood again in silence. Their ice cream are starting to melt and the sun is starting to set. The girl rubs her hands when she finished the ice cream, “well, it’s getting late. I should probably go home.”

Before the girl can turn her heels, Aoi asks a question that’s been bugging his mind since this morning. “W-wait! What’s your name?”

She flashed that pretty smile again, “it’s (Y/N).”

Lavender’s green, dilly, dilly

Lavender’s blue

Wipe your tears dear, dilly, dilly

Oh wipe your tears

You open the door of your small apartment. The night air blew coldly and you want nothing more than sitting comfortably in front of the hearth. You took off your scarf and sweater, letting them sprawled on a chair while you hasted yourself to make a tea.

You stare at the blazing fire in the hearth.

The flame was moving wildly like it was dancing on the timbers. You remembered that one scene from your childhood movie, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe where one of the protagonist was lulled to sleep by a satyr.

Instead of small dancing figurines, you see some light features of a person. Sweet smile, blonde hair, soft skin when he accidentally rubbed your skin while taking the ice cream, and a pair of clear blue eyes. A pair of eyes so beautiful you could literally drown in them.

No doubt it was a man from this morning.

When you see him, dilly, dilly

When you see him

Will he be there, dilly, dilly

Will he be there?

You stroke your hair gently, the water run down your body create a feeling of secureness with the temperature. While the warmth of the water spread through you, your head were drowning in thoughts. There is one certain thing for sure now.

The man’s face was too familiar.

You knew you saw him somewhere… but not too sure about it. In the television? Magazines? Dramas? If so, then he must be an actor. A person works in an entertainment industry. Just to make sure, you scurried yourself to your room.

You remember you watched a movie where the protagonist is a man with face’s features similar to him. After you opened your laptop, you searched for the movie and see through the credit roll. Satsuki Aoi—you searched for the said name on the internet.

Satsuki Aoi. An idol, actor, and model under one of the big agencies in Japan, Tsukino Talent Production. Member of an unit called Six Gravity.

You slumped on your chair. Not even one second in the world would you think about bumping with Japan’s No. 1 Prince. A person whose name always being screamed and whispered from young girls’ mouth. Being squealed from your stepsister’s mouth.

You groaned loudly.

It’s always tiring to hear your stepsister chanting Aoi’s name everytime she watched his music videos in her phone. Excited, face red, and giggling wildly like a crazy person. But at the same time, you love to see her being so happy about something.

As well as being content in your presence.

You shook your head, feeling the drowsiness overcame. You shut your laptop and went to your bed. Before you could sleep, you reached for your phone to call your stepsister. Suddenly feeling a yearning to meet her. The line goes on for some time, until a cute voice made its way to her ears.

“Hello?”

You smiled happily, “hi, dear. How have you been?”

You can imagined her beamed face before she started babbling about her day and you two exchanged stories about what happened today.

“Oh! I almost forgot! You wanna come here tomorrow? I have pasta and blueberry pie stored for us.”

“Sis! Are you sure!?” You bring your phone a little far away, flinched to hear her suddenly pitched voice. “No joke! I’ll be right there as soon as the sun comes up! Be ready for the loud bangs in your front door!”

You both laughed and said your goodbyes and goodnights, before you really went to sleep.

Tomorrow’s gonna be a good day with her.

It’s comforting, dilly, dilly

It’s comforting

To be with you, dilly, dilly

To be with you

You little stepsister really came at five o’clock. The beginning of the dawn.

As soon as you heard loud bangings in front of your door, you rushed over to open it before your neighbors could complain. There, stood your stepsister with a jacket, scarf, boots, and… a shorts? In the middle of autumn? You saved the scolding for later and pulled her inside.

It would be a miss if you look at it from a far distance. But when you take a look closely, her legs are definitely freezing. It’s trembling lightly and all her hairs are standing. Even when she spoke, her voice also quivering. You quickly pulled her to the front of the hearth and went to make some warm tea.

“Really, what are you thinking… going here with shorts?”

Your stepsister pouted, “fashion is number one! Cold can catch up later.”

You walked over to her, bringing two cups of tea. “You said that when you’re already freezing. Don’t be so reckless next time.” You gave her the cup and she didn’t drink it. Instead, she stared at it. “What is it?”

She turns to look at you, “you know I don’t like warm drinks.”

You rolled your eyes while sighing heavily, “don’t be stubborn now, okay? Or I won’t serve you the main meals.”

Your stepsister groaned loudly, “Oh! Come on!” She began to take a sip little by little while you’re prepared to cook for breakfast.

Before lunch time comes, you both spend the time by watching some movies, talking about each other’s recent activities and taking little naps together. When it’s time, you prepared the pasta and baked the pie. All while listening to your stepsister talking about her boyfriend.

“You knew Dani, right? He still chases after me! That fucking ex doesn’t know how to give up! I’m really done with him! By the way, how about you sis? You find someone interesting enough?”

You chuckled, “interesting for what?”

“For a relationship of course! Don’t say that you haven’t!”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Right. That’s her, my lovely sister. Determined to keep herself pure and single for another nine—no… ten years, maybe!”

You sighed, “that kind of thing can wait, dear. Right now, I have to focus on my work and prepare the money for you to get in a university.”

“Sis! How many times do I have to tell you that it’s fine! I can get the money by doing some part-time jobs! You don’t have to worry about that!”

You closed the oven, “it’s my duty as one of your family to finance you, dear. All you have to do now is study hard for your upcoming exams. I’m sure you’ll be qualified to get in one of the top universities in Japan.”

Your stepsister silenced, defeated. She clearly doesn’t know how to be firm to you when all you did to her was kindness. Endless kindness. Even when she just came to your life nine years ago and not your blood-related family. But still, those nine years were filled with warmness everytime she’s with you.

Two hours later you both eat the main meals.

The sweet spaghetti melts in your mouth, creating more warmness to the one that’s already been there. The blueberry pie makes a perfect dessert to end the warm evening that day.

Your stepsister left at five o’clock in the dusk.

Another day, dilly, dilly

Another day

Let’s meet again, dilly, dilly

Let’s meet again

The next day, you decided to go to the same park.

Your boss informed you early in the morning that the project you worked two weeks ago has been a success and she gave you three off days as a reward. Hearing this, you have a mix feeling. You’re happy that you reached an achievement, but at the same time you don’t know what to do in your apartment.

After a long thought, here you are. Buying the same ice cream like two days ago.

You sat on a bench across the ice cream stall. The park still quite deserted since it’s Monday and nine o’clock in the morning. Many adults went to work and the children went to school. You thought about your stepsister going to school.

She better studies hard and not thinking about getting some part-jobs anymore… you thought.

Actually, it is true that you’re not the one who’s supposed to take care of her finance. It is her. Your stepmother. The woman that married your father nine years ago and demanded a divorce when she knew about your father’s illness.

When your father is at his worst, dying.

You’re not dumb, you knew about her intentions. Her selfishness. But your father told you to have a kindness no matter what life threw upon you. And now, she doesn’t take any jobs and relying everything on her first daughter. Your another stepsister.

She’s quite the same as her mother, though. Doesn’t like you a bit, but gained a little respect after she knew about you financing her little sister. After all, your position and salary are much higher than her and she realized that she can’t finance her toxic mother when she can’t even finance herself.

All those thoughts made you go back to the past and resurfacing one curious question.

Why your stepmother doesn’t like you in the first place?

What is it with you? Did you make a mistake to her? Did you remind her of someone she despises?

And more questions created by one resurfacing question.

When they first came to introduce themselves, you still remember their faces. Stepmother and older stepsister who are looking at you with furrowed eyebrows and little stepsister who’s innocently, curiously looking at you with those big cute eyes of her—

“You came here again?”

When the meeting was over, all members prepared to go home. It was the same for Mikey, not until a message pop up on his phone though. When he saw your username, he immediately unlocked his phone to see the message you sent.

It was a video, actually.

At first, Mikey thought it was just a random funny video you usually found in god knows where. But when he saw the thumbnail that was you, he couldn’t help but wondered. Did you record yourself doing something funny though? Mikey doubts that.

He played the video anyway.

Oh and—fuck you—he wished he would just drive right back to his home.

‘Cuz’ now he found himself walking away from the rest of the members while calling you. Sweat started to appear on his forehead, he felt his body all hot from just waiting a pick up voice—your voice. Fuck you and your antics, always find ways to make him horny—

“Mikey?” Fuck, just your voice and he felt like cumming. “It’s late already. What hap—“

“You wanna know what happened? Fine. You just gave me a boner with your stupid little act and I hope you’re prepared for what’s coming. Bent that ass high and handcuffed your hands, ‘cuz I’m not stopping ‘till you’re bruised.”

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Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Draken knew it. He should’ve known from the strange red thumbnail he saw on his phone.

He was talking to Mikey about the ambush of Moebius when his phone suddenly vibrates. At first, Draken ignored it ‘cuz he knew he can check it after Mikey finishes. But apparently, Mikey notices the light inside Draken’s pocket. “You should check your phone Ken-chin.”

Draken hesitates, “you sure, Mikey? I can check it after you finished though.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s probably from (Y/N), maybe she needs your help.” Mikey looked to the other side while Draken sees what you sent him.

A video. With a strange red looking thumbnail.

What now? You recorded a summoning of a demon? He played it anyway.

Draken didn’t realize it’s been five minutes since the video stopped and Mikey waving his hand in front of his face. “Ken-chin! KEN-CHIN! What happened!? What is it?—“

“NO!!!” Mikey was taken aback when his friend suddenly screamed and clutching his phone hard, near his heart. Really, what made him scared so much that Mikey failed to take a peek into his phone?

And Draken curses his face for turning pink slowly.

“…you got a fever?” Draken ignored Mikey’s question, while he walks fast avoiding other remaining members. He picks up his Zephyr and guiding it while reviving the engine. When he’s sure he’s far away enough from everyone, he gathered enough courage to call you.

Lines. Fucking lines made him more nervous until—

“Hmm? Ken? What’s up?” Fuck your sleepy voice. Fuck everything else.

“Be ready, babe. Mouth open and wait for me. Oh and make sure your throat’s slick enough. I wanna go hard tonight.”

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Mitsuya Takashi

The meeting has ended and now Mitsuya is talking to Hakkai about the food they gonna get on their way home. Mitsuya thought about getting a burger when suddenly his phone vibrates. He unlocked his phone to see you sent a message.

Before he can open the app, Hakkai screamed. “Taka-chan, let’s just go to the nearby restaurant. They’re having a discount package!” Though Mitsuya’s a little bit disappointed, he lets Hakkai do his things.

When they got to the restaurant, Hakkai being the one who orders while Mitsuya looking for their seats. When Mitsuya waited for Hakkai to finish his orders, he opened the message you sent again. He was surprised to see it was a video, not a text.

Seeing the thumbnail that was you, he thought it was just a video of you doing cute little things.

When he played it, he didn’t see anything cute though.

Rather than cute, he saw your sexy—curved—body doing poses that make him… you know. Bathed in red lights, he couldn’t see what you were wearing. Or is it actually nude? You? Naked? Fuck, now Mitsuya’s legs trembling hard and—

“Taka-chan, you okay? Your face’s all red.”

Mitsuya tried to gain his composure back.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Mitsuya shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide his blushing face and his boner. Hakkai slightly notices his leader’s weird behaviour though, but he decided to ignore it.

Moments passed and Mitsuya tried. He tried. To be calm again. To not be bothered by what he just saw.

But fuck. He couldn’t resist you.

With a swift, he exited the restaurant. Hakkai was calling him when he revived his Impulse. He searched for your contact and began to call you. Long lines made him impatient and ready to just drive into your house when suddenly your voice came out.

“Mitsuya? What is it?”

Fucking slut—

“You ready, babe? Legs open wide and make yourself wet first. You won’t come to school tomorrow.”

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Kawata “Smiley” Nahoya

The ambush of Moebius is decided and Toman will go all out on August 3rd.

Nahoya, being the one excited for the event, deicided to warm up by playing some brutal online game with Souya. Before they got to their motorcycles, Nahoya makes a bet with Souya; whoever lose must buy the groceries every morning for a week.

While his brother grumpily agreed, Nahoya phone vibrates. His revived engine got forgotten when he unlocked his phone to see you sent him a message. “Nii-chan, you’re coming?” Nahoya waved a hand at him to wait for a minute while he reads your message.

There was no message, only a video with you smiling on the thumbnail. Thinking it was just you doing some tiktok’s dancing, he played it immediately. At first it was just you, smiling and doing cute poses. Until the middle of the video, you stayed in one pose and the screen suddenly turns red.

And you start to do sexy poses.

One of them being grinding on the walls.

Fuck, Nahoya wishes it’s his crotch you grind on.

He didn’t realize he drools until Souya punched his shoulder. Eyes squinting, he eyed his brother’s suddenly strange behaviour. Thinking it was because of the video, he tried to peek over his shoulder. Nahoya locked his phone quickly and told Souya that he canceled the bet.

“You go home first. I have other things to do.”

While Souya still thought that his brother acted weirdly, Nahoya paid no mind. He guides his motorcycle away from the rest of the members and began to call you. Grinning widely, the long lines just made his excitement grows he felt he can explode.

“Nahoya? Babe?”

That’s it. That’s my bitch’s voice.

Nahoya felt his whole body shivered.

“I saw your video. Wanna grind on my lap instead? Also, you can provide a good stripping before that.”