Pain Doesn't Matter

‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them.

‘♡’ and my character(s) will cuddle yours!

a word and I’ll write a headcanon based on it.

‘♪’ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.

a ship you have for my character(s) and I’ll tell you what I think.

age and a question and my character(s) will answer as that age.

unwanted (or bad) advice for my character(s).

ask my characters for advice.

bad (but hilarious) pick-up lines!

prompts or drabble ideas!

Questions!

‘Crush?’ for any romantic interest my character(s) might have for someone.

‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)

a headcanon you have for my character(s) — I will accept/reject.

“[name]…has passed away” for my character’(s’) reaction.

★ for an IC fact, or ☆ for an OOC fact

Give my character a difficult decision

‘Would you rather…’

♛ and I’ll summarize our muses’ relationship with a gif.

Out of all the attractions that were available on the three islands, Fiore probably enjoyed going to the park the most. The park itself was lovely in design—the fountains were well-designed and the pathway was so carefully built that her wheelchair never had an accident with it. Additionally, it was an area situated outside, so it offered plenty of fresh air as opposed to the library, which would also occasionally become lonely—with how quiet it was in there, and had enough shade to make up for the hot weather that was to be present this entire week.

However, today seemed to be quite cloudy—perhaps it will rain after all later today.

Still, she made her regular visit to the park to take a breather after spending most of her time reading in the library. Admittedly, going around alone and defenseless like this wasn’t the brightest idea, but she didn’t really have many friends here. Even if she did, she wouldn’t wish to trouble them with accompanying her everywhere due to her paranoia. That would be quite selfish of her—and she didn’t wish to come across as that.

Arriving at her destination, Fiore spotted another individual resting on one of the benches in the shade. She gave the individual a friendly smile and waved, just as she would have done so at her former school. It never mattered to her if she had never once spoken to whoever she was waving to back then, for all she wished to do was to maintain her image of a pleasant person there—and it had become a habit as a result. That won’t change now even with this setting. Old habits die hard, after all.

Fortunately, she didn't have too long to mull over her seclusion. Within a few minutes, a new face appeared out of the corner of her vision. Her curiosity piqued, especially considering the state the newcomer was in, she leaned forward on the bench and returned her wave with friendly smile attached.

The weather, huh? She hadn't exactly been watching the skies, but a quick glance proved the girl's statement to be true. It looked like she'd have to retreat inside after a while. "Huh. I guess you're right. Man, that blows. I was just starting to relax."

Was she well? Haven’t killed anyone? She knew what she would’ve said weeks earlier. She knew what she wanted to say at least and those words would have been lies. Yes, she was doing great. A murder island? Getting into her head planting seeds of doubt? Fat chance. If she killed, she would have boasted her yes. All of her foes were dead in that infirmary, right now at this very moment; they wanted to prove Isuke was nothing more than a brat with gel nails but she proved them wrong and they paid the price with their meaningless lives. 

Isuke Inukai didn’t change. This is what she wanted to shout. To boast and whisper and howl and giggle.

No.

No to both of those things, but trying to form the words only brought a sneer in her lips and scorn in her eyes. Directed at Haruki herself? Not at all. But she was here, wasn’t she? The redhead would be the buffer, Isuke decided, subconsciously more so.

"The opposite." Much better than outright ‘no’. But not by much. It made her skin crawl to admit such things; always would.

The answer was almost clear before it was even vocalized, but Haruki couldn't quite tell if she was shocked at this revelation or not. She had somewhat been expecting it, but hearing it come from Isuke Inukai herself...

It riled her, just a bit.

However, she didn’t seem shocked in the least. Even Ai was impressed when he watched the girl shrug off their predicament. A robot, such as him, with no feelings even felt concern about their situation…

"Is that so?" He didn’t know where he’d be without the ocean. The ocean was the reason why he had been born, because… No, don’t think of it.

His words intrigued her, and she raised a brow at him in response. She supposed she couldn't quite understand his sentiment, considering how rare it was that she found herself on the beach. There was one particularly odd comment, however, that caught her attention.

"An eternity over and over again?" she mused, fear beginning to rise in her chest as to what such a description could mean to her. An eternity away from her family, especially in their current state...

She shook her head, trying her best to correct her brief falter in thought. "That's pretty pessimistic, don't you think?" A far more shaky smile than she usually gave crossed her face as she wordlessly tried to convince herself that he wasn't simply being realistic.

"Apology accepted." Due in part that despite the long absence, the other girl still knew very well how to refer to Isuke. It was more than she could say for the rest of the individuals on this island. 

But still, she found that she couldn’t bring herself to be too harsh on her former room mate; Haruki Sagae always was someone that Isuke could tolerate within reason. She may dare say that this unexpected arrival was a surprise. A pleasant surprise.

Then again, assassins weren't really the type to keep in touch and send friendly letters back and forth, she supposed.

♔}    Haru was no stranger to dangerous situations. She had, after all, been a target practically since birth. Her close family had been wiped out in an attempt on her life, she’d been placed in a class designed specifically to "test her abilities," as it had been put, and now this. One would probably expect her to be angry or sad about the situation, and she was. She was very angry, and extremely sad, but she was also grateful to have survived until this point. If she survived this, too, she’d be the luckiest girl on earth.

    These thoughts were going through her head as she was making her way to her room, too immersed in her own little world to notice the door standing open in front of her until she’d already barreled into it. The impact snapped her out of her thoughts and she stumbled back a few steps, curiously watching as the culprit stepped out.

    ❝…Ah?❞ Were her eyes playing tricks on her? She reaches up to rub at them, but the girl is still there. A feeling of both relief and dread well up inside of her as she takes in the familiar face. She’s glad to see someone she recognizes, but the last time she’d seen the girl was when she was attempting to kill her—although that was true for nearly all of her former classmates. Not that she’d seen any of them around here, though.

    ❝Haruki-san? What are you doing here?❞ She realized how rude it may have sounded, but she didn’t try to fix it. ❝Are any of…the others here, too?❞

For the time being, she had been exploring and getting settled in as best she could. She had been in and out of her room a few times, flitting about here and there in search of some answers. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together for her through various eavesdropping sessions, casual strolls, and those random announcements.

She had been gearing up for one last walk around the school, mostly in order to gather her thoughts about the whole thing, and had opened the door with a little more enthusiasm than required. It was then that a dull thud sounded on the other side.

Immediately, a laugh spilled over her lips. Yet another first meeting started off by a door to the face. She really had bad luck in that aspect, didn't she? As she stepped forward to apologize to the person, she simultaneously braced herself. Haruki doubted this person would simply brush off such an injury like Haru Ichinose had...

"...oh?"

Haruki raised an eyebrow at the familiar face before her, more than perplexed at the development. What in God's name was she doing here? The redhead had heard that she had made it through Myojo alive, but she had honestly never expected to see the smaller girl again.

It wasn't long before Haruki found that Haru was in a similar state of bewilderment, as well. Her regular smile gradually returned to her face at her former target's questions, and she shrugged.

"I could ask you the same thing, dude. But to tell you the truth, I'm not quite sure how I got here, myself." Despite the severity of the situation, she laughed aloud at her own predicament. She shook her head, hoping to ease the girl's fears about the other assassins. "Nah, it's just me and Isuke-sama right now. Nothing to be worried about." Well, barring the fact that Isuke was likely still immensely pissed about her last encounter with Haru. But Haruki didn't think to factor that in. "Speaking of the others...is Azuma with you?"

Powerless and bored. It has been a day since he got in this place and he realized that nothing was really working anymore. He couldn’t use his Cero, his Sonido were gone and he also felt that his body was pretty weaker than before— but still, he was pretty much bored by this whole fact, it felt like it was a while since he actually had a good fight, and everyone the Espada met in this island seemed so weak.

So now, Grimmjow decided it was time to walk around this island, and find one that he could have a good time trying to fight, if he met someone that was strong enough. It was no fun if they were weak— so for now, he continued walking, and then he saw— a girl, and based from what he feels, she was pretty strong. At least for a little fun. The Arrancar walked towards her, with a smile on his face.

It hadn't taken long for her to realize that the people at the academy were a far more...eclectic mix than those that had attended Myojo. She had given the new crowd the benefit of the doubt at first, given the circumstances were just a teensy bit more deadly than those that she had previously encountered at a free-for-all killing school. The combination of all the ruckus and the sudden appearance of a strange man questioning her strength, though, blew that all out the window. They were just downright strange.

But the worst part was that they couldn’t escape. They were all dead. Yes, he was sure of that. Though, eventually they revived, one by one. Had Ai been more than just an empty, metal shell, he probably would have gone mad. However, he was empty; hollow to the core. It had seemed like a misfortune to him, at first. Now, Ai felt as if it were a blessing.

Though, he didn’t know about the rest of the students.

A brief stroll around the island’s coast was a short distraction from the despair within the hearts of those stuck there. Ai, for a multitude of reasons, enjoyed the ocean side. It relaxed him. It reminded him of home. It reminded him of…

Well, the android wasn’t exactly capable of feeling surprised. For a few moments, the teal-haired boy stared at the redhead with an expression just as blank as hers. Was she okay, or was she sightseeing? Whatever the answer was, he found himself approaching her and sitting at her side.

'Keeping us from going home'? Huh. She had figured as much, but was secretly hoping that wasn't the case. Seemed she was stuck here, after all. Wonderful.

In order to push the fact that she was stranded with very little knowledge to the back burner, Haruki instead decided to focus on the ocean. She glanced out at it one more time, giving a bit of a shrug. "To tell you the truth, this is the first time I've seen it in a while. Guess I'm not really a beach person, y'know?"

Isuke? Happy to see someone? Preposterous. 

Not like she’d say anyway.