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@frcstie || Kaigaku

“Get your fuckin’ cooties away from me, bitch.” was he currently leaping away to get away from a particular demon that dealt with love? Absolutely he was.

“ i’m sorry. ” it’s still not enough, but it’s something. better than nothing. better than never saying anything even though there’s not really anything be can think of that would ever be good enough to say about this because this is still uncharted territory for him. with mafuyu, it almost always seems that way, though. it’s not always a bad thing, though.

but he’s sorry. sorry for not saying anything sooner, sorry for not asking what was wrong sooner, sorry for not noticing. sorry for yelling / for making him run out and taking him this far just to talk about painful things. he’s sorry that mafuyu’s father was the man he was / and so much more. he can’t apologize enough.

mafuyu’s right, though. it’s cold, something ritsuka’s only been on and off noticing every so often since his focus was less on the weather and more on the state of the other. more absorbed in thinking of what he could possibly do to try and make mafuyu feel better while listening to him cry as the world went on around them and he came up with nothing. his own uselessness settles inside of him like seeds and mafuyu’s tears do nothing but water them, causing the feeling to slowly grow and root within him, but that’ll have to be something he works out later. they should go anyway. it’s freezing and it’s getting late.

ritsuka doesn’t yet speak, but he nods and pulls himself away from mafuyu. takes a moment before he can actually bring himself to look at the other, silently staring and after three seconds, he reaches for mafuyu and wipes the resting tears from his face before pushing himself off the ground. “ do you want to go home…? ” he can’t imagine mafuyu would actually want to go back to where they had just came, not after running out like he had done / not after saying what he did and crying like he had. but also home / ritsuka can’t speak for mafuyu but mafuyu’s place feels more like an empty bird’s nest still mourning the loss of something. “ you can come over to mine if you want? stay the night so you don’t have to be alone if you don’t want to. ”

Home. He has no idea if his mother is home or if she has another late night shift. She’s always throwing herself into the work she does to not think about the trauma she put her son through. What could she do for him? There weren’t many memories that had her standing up against his father, and maybe there’s a reason for that. Mafuyu knows that Ritsuka would be accepted there, just as he is accepted in the Uenoyama household. 

Mafuyu finds himself leaning to Ritsuka’s touch. Soft and comforting, he can’t help but close his puffy eyes. It’s all he wanted, for as long as he could remember. A soft touch, a comforting touch. One that never hurt him. He might be starved of it, but Ritsuka has been more than willing to fill the space for what he needs. 

❝     My mom is at work, I think.      ❞      He’s mumbling mostly. He can’t remember, and he left his phone in the studio.     ❝     And. There’s a letter on the counter from...     ❞     His voice trails off as he glances away. 

[     Did she think that it was too late? 

❝I would allow you back – if you took my blood again.❞ His eyes cut away, and then to her again. ❝… it would be different this time. I would even allow your little apprentice.❞

There had been a change… after Yoriichi. Surely one that she’d noticed. He retreated further from the world. Yes, he was still cruel to his demons. Yes, she had betrayed him. And that was why he was insistent on establishing the link again. So he knew that she wouldn’t turn on him. ❝I would allow you to keep the majority of your freedom.❞

There would be allowances.

But there were things that he needed to know. ❝Just how far along are you with your little plan to kill me?❞ Was she aware that it wouldn’t work? That all it would take was one single moment and she would be under his control again? That this time he could be infinitely more cruel, more hateful to her?

She didn’t understand that he had let her in – more than anyone else. ❝Yes, even knowing about that…. I’m offering you another chance.❞ Truly, he was offering himself another chance. He wasn’t going to chase her… but if she refused he would kill her. Otherwise, she was much too dangerous for him. He usually kept his word, even if he sometimes twisted them to meet his own wants and needs. But she knew that. And the ones he were speaking were so very plain. There wasn’t any room for him to wiggle in or out of.     ]

Perhaps once, she could have loved him. Yet, wrapped up in her memories from when she was human, Tamayo’s heart was split in two. He’s a manipulative man, one that uses chemistry against people. Using the hunt for power against people. Using the desire to become strong against people. Her heart, once beating strong for the love of her family now sitting idle in a body that could resemble a corpse, yearns for him. Why, why does she yearn for him? Why does she allow herself the fantasy of what it feels like to be at his side. For decades, she wanted nothing to do with him. And now that they’re face to face, something in her burns with desire. 

It slipped, the simple comment. Because if given the chance, she would have loved him. Perhaps there’s something in her that still does. The tiniest drop of blood that she was unable to catch could still sit somewhere in her. She’s a demon, after all. And he in the king. It’s a near surprise that he barely has a control on her, and that was the torture she put herself through to remove him from her body. 

Anonymous asked: 🌼🌸 anon here to make your day a bit sweeter !! you're an amazing person and i hope you've had an amazing start of the week. now, onto some nosy questions: where do you get your inspiration for your character(s) from? are there specific types of medias that have influenced the way you write or maybe even specific writers (maybe even from the rpc)? anyways, i hope your week continues to be sweet and amazing because the best of the best is what you deserve, dear friend !!

hello hello nonny!! thank you for this lovely message! it made me smile! 

onto the questions, most of my inspiration gets from the source itself. for example, looking through manga panels or watching the episodes of the anime allows for the muse of the canon character to get stronger / come back after a long hiatus. for my OCs, I think I find myself thinking of random things in the moment. it’s one little thought that grows into a character. like when I thought up koshita, it was her curse technique that I came up with before the character herself!