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In order to come back to life, you have to fight soul-destroying graffiti monsters named after music terms using the power of friendship and fashion.

One of the characters uses a stuffed cat to beat the shit out of said soul-destroying graffiti monsters.

The soul-destroying graffiti monsters are also controlled by dead demigods

Wearing pins gives you superpowers.

The brands you wear are literally life or death decisions.

Buying items from shops can get shopkeepers to fall in love with you.

One of the villains in the game is obsessed with food puns and constantly makes them.

Another one of the villains is obsessed with math and even activates his most powerful attack by reciting the entirety of pi.

There’s a mini game based around a Beyblade parody.

There’s an entire alternate universe based around said Beyblade parody.

Japan is saved thanks to one kid becoming less of an asshole.

- You can eat a real meal once a day and then you have to pop vitamin supplements for additional nutrients.

- In order to come back to life, you sometimes have to be a successful marketer and advertiser.

- You’re not just recommended, but required to participate in mental manipulation.

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Oh god, it burns my eyes. 

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“–tor? Victor!”

He snaps out of his thoughts, blushing when he feels Yuuri’s hand on his cheek. Yuuri’s close, and his beautiful eyes look at Victor with worry, while a tiny wrinkle between his eyebrows makes him look so kissable that Victor has to blink forcefully to get rid of the vision that appears before his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Yuuri asks, moving his hand from Victor’s cheek to his forehead as if to check his temperature. “You seem a little out of it. And your face is warm. Are you getting sick?”

Victor clears his throat, blushing harder. “No, I’m, I think I’m fine. Maybe a little tired.”

“Ah,” Yuuri smiles, full of apologetic beauty. “I probably shouldn’t keep you up for long then. You need to rest or you’ll get sick for real. I’d feel awful if it was because of me.”

He retracts his hand, but Victor chases after it and puts it back to his cheek. He sighs happily then, smiling as he says: “Oh, Yuuri. I’ve been sick since the day we meet… lovesick.”

He winks, and Yuuri blushes, and–

The whistle of the kettle Yuuri has put on the fireplace startles them both. Yuuri jumps to his feet to finish making their tea, and Victor sits there, sulking. He’s still sulking when Yuuri comes back and sets a cup of delightfully smelling tea before him.

“Why the long face?” Yuuri asks.

“Iwanttokissyou,” Victor mumbles so softly that Yuuri must have not heard him, because he simply cocks his head to the side, looking at Victor for answers. “It’s nothing,” Victor explains with a sigh. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing when you’re pouting,” Yuuri replies. “Victor, you… you know you can tell me, whatever it is, right? I can’t promise to help if it’s beyond my power, but I can always listen?”

“How are you so lovely?” Victor complains, and slumps onto the table. “You’re so unfair, my Yuuri.”

“How’s that unfair? I just want to help, if I can,” Yuuri says, and smiles when Victor looks at him. “So? Will you tell me?”

Victor considers him for a moment, before he gives in. “I don’t know if I should. I promised to myself to wait until you mention it first, but…”

“Mention what?” Yuuri asks, sipping on his tea.

Victor sighs again, this time like the lovesick fool he is.

“I want to kiss you.”

Yuuri chokes on his tea as if on cue, and maybe Victor does feel a little guilty when he begins to cough like he wants to spit out his lungs, but… maybe he also feels a little satisfied that he isn’t the only one suffering right now.

“You… what?” Yuuri finally rasps out. There are tears in his eyes from coughing, which he doesn’t even bother to wipe away when he turns his attention to Victor. “How long have you…?”

“Oh, Yuuri,” Victor clicks his tongue. “How long isn’t what matters here. What matters is that I’m dying to kiss you and I can’t find the right time to do it, because something always gets in the way, and I want it to be special! I want it to be something you will remember forever! Something you could tell–”

–our children about, Victor wants to say, but the words die on his lips when Yuuri leans over and seals them with his own.

He backs away sooner than Victor would like. After all, he’s waited this long, and of course he’d wait far longer if that’s what Yuuri wanted, but to think that he had it and it lasted not even a second? As far as first kisses go, Victor feels absolutely underwhelmed, but also… but also he feels utterly overwhelmed, too.

Yuuri, the sneaky bastard, caught him unawares and now, now he has the audacity to sit back in his chair, blushing like that, and voiding Victor’s eyes? It’s mean, it’s beyond mean.

And Victor loves it.

“Yuuri…” he starts in a voice so smitten that he doesn’t think he’s ever heard himself like that, but in the moment it hardly matters. Yuuri, Yuuri is all that matters.

“You should’ve told me earlier,” Yuuri tells him without ever looking his way. “I wanted to do this for a long while, too.”

“What?” Victor breathes. “You mean we could’ve been kissing for days if I told you I want to? Yuuri, you–”

“Don’t say it.”

Yuuri bites his lip, the lip that was just pressed against Victor’s, and Victor can’t help but groan in want. That little noise is what makes Yuuri turn his head towards him. And Victor sees, oh, he sees the effect it had on Yuuri, and he sees what it did to him in the reflection of the fire burning in Yuuri’s eyes, too.

“In fact,” Yuuri says, while Victor loses himself in his gorgeous eyes, “don’t say anything. At all.”

Breath stuck in his throat, heart frozen with want, Victor feels as if his veins filled with lava and his belly has turned into a roaring volcano that wants to drown him in flames.

So he doesn’t say anything. But when he moves, Yuuri meets him halfway, and neither of them speak much for the rest of the night.

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He arrives in a barrage of rose petals that whip around the wings of the dragon that span overhead much like rose petals themselves: rounded and layered, and rose hued. Victor has to close his eyes and lift his arms to protect his face from the slashing attack of what’s supposed to be a symbol of love, and almost falls on his butt when the ground trembles as the dragon lands heavily a little ways from him.

Only when the shaking stops and the blizzard of petals slows down to gentle caress against his skin, does he look up into an unfamiliar face: that of an adult Stoneheart Dragon, who looks at him like he’s a far more curious thing than the new surroundings must be. Victor, a lover of all breeds, looks back without fear, since he knows that however imposing Aura dragons might look, they will never harm another being. There are dragons who could pose danger to humans even now when they have learned to live together, but Aura dragons are farthest of such disposition. They are sweet, loving and the most friendly of the dragons known to wizard folk. Even the Stoneheart, Ire, and Scorn dragons, whose names bring nothing but negative impressions, in truth are just as lovely as the rest of them.

So, content in his safety, Victor rakes his appreciative gaze over the beautiful snout of the dragon, before taking him in wholly: it’s long, bent horns, the massive body touched by stonescale, and finally the short, supple tail, which languidly swings here and fro, bringing red with it wherever it lingers. It truly is a magnificent beast, Victor has to admit.

Amidst it all, though, one thing catches him off guard. The red of the fire pouches at the sides of the dragon’s jaws and over its chest is so vivid that Victor needs to blink for a moment to get used to the colour. In fact, all the red on the dragon’s body is that same vibrant red: possibly the red from the potions that the old wizard Mort accidentally fed to the first dragon of this kind. The colour is bright, almost blinding in a way, but the true beauty hides within those cheeks: red, flaming, so ready to burst with fire. They look like rubies under direct sunlight, and they’re stunning.

Victor’s hand itches to touch one of them, and he is sure they’ll be warm. Hot even, maybe. Yet the glare of the dragon’s eyes stays on him so attentively that he hesitates to move. Before he can decide on whether or not to approach it, he becomes distracted again. This time not by any dragon, which is unusual in and of itself, but by Katsuki Yuri, who effortlessly slides off the back of his Stoneheart and hops down the powerful leg all the way to the ground.

They should look silly and clumsy, those little hops he takes, but there is something in the way Katsuki Yuri moves that instantly captures Victor’s attention. It demands it, in truth. And Victor, Victor gives it before he even truly knows it.

Now, Victor has never been too interested in people. He has long since preferred dragons over those of his own kind, but within seconds of catching a glimpse of Katsuki Yuri, he’s unequivocally charmed by him. Even more so, when he finally sees the face of the man who seems to possess more grace in his body than the whole of Yubileyny put together – and oh, what a face it is!

“Hello,” Katsuki Yuri says on an exhale that makes his cheeks delightfully puffy. There are rose petals in his dark hair, too, Victor takes notice, and his heart does as well: it trembles oddly in his chest as he stands there, mute. “My name is Yuuri, Yuuri Katsuki. Mrs. Baranovskaya should be expecting us? We’re here for a co-op breeding for this event?”

It is hard to look away from the lips that speak these words, but Victor does. And then he ends up staring again, because above them are those soft, plush cheeks touched by a blush from the harsh winds of the ride, and further above those – once Victor startles himself out of his reverence – are the loveliest eyes Victor has ever seen: brown and warm, and bewitching him with sweetness.

It’s as he gets lost in them that Victor absolutely gives up all pretence of normalcy.

“Hello, Yuuri!” he greets with a smile, mindful to pronounce the name exactly the way Yuuri did.

Even if his heart is beating out of his chest at his own boldness, he reaches for Yuuri’s hand and bows over it to leave a fleeting kiss to his knuckles. The blush that has been adoring Yuuri’s face is far darker once Victor looks up and, truly, Victor can tell that his own face must also be stained with his excitement. But that, that matters little as long as he gets to bask in Yuuri’s beauty.

“Welcome to Yubileyny! I’m Victor Nikiforov, and I’ve been tasked with guiding you around. We’re delighted to have you here,” Victor says. He peers over Yuuri at the Stoneheart dragon, to whom he nods as well. “Both of you.”

“Thanks,” Yuuri squeaks and pulls back his hand. Victor mourns the loss, but it seems that Yuuri hasn’t taken any offence in his actions, when he asks: “If it’s no trouble we would like to have a day to settle in before we start breeding. Raths has come a long way, so I think the odds will be against us if we try to force it when he’s tired.”

Victor nods eagerly, because isn’t that just the perfect excuse for him to stay with Yuuri longer?

“Good thinking,” he says. “How about I show you both to the habitat for… Raths, was it?  And then I will take you to the inn, so you can rest as well. Travelling on dragonback can’t be too comfortable for such a long time.”

“That would be nice. Thank you.”  

Yuuri’s voice is as pleasant to listen to as his face is to look at, and Victor wouldn’t mind hearing more of it. Yuuri, however, doesn’t seem too generous with his words. He falls silent after that, but that is more than alright. Victor suddenly has a lot to say, and so he fills the silence with endless chatter in hopes of eliciting another reply from Yuuri’s sweet lips.

“Your Stoneheart looks really impressive. Lilia really knows how to choose the best, I’ll give her that.” He smiles when Yuuri’s face scrunches up like he wants to protest. “Don’t be modest. You can’t deny your skill when they are as obvious as a level eight Stoneheart dragon in the first week of the event.”

“It was just luck,” Yuuri insists, battling a flush that Victor wishes he could capture and keep close to his heart forever.

“And don’t they say that luck is a part of your skill set for this job?” Victor winks. “I know a great breeder when I see one, Yuuri. Trust me, if you can’t trust yourself.”

Yuuri says nothing to that, but the way his eyes flutter shut at the praise… oh.

Victor doesn’t remember ever feeling this way. Something so strange has happened to him the moment he saw this man, he can’t even explain it. It’s impossible to put in words, and it’s impossible to define in feelings either. It’s just…

Victor has had his fair share of flings here and there, fleeting romances that never lasted longer than a few months. He knows the signs of attraction by now. This, however, is nothing like that at all. This, this feels like… oddly enough, this feels like he’s smitten already, and it’s ridiculous, no? They’ve only just met.

And yet, as Victor leads Yuuri down the pathways of the Aura island and rose petals float around them, he can tell that this meeting and the time they will spend together is special.

“We have a few habitats around here that can take Raths, but do you have any preference?” he asks, just to have something to talk about. “We can put him with other Auras, or we can put him alone, depending on how he behaves with other dragons.”

“I think he’d like to be with others,” Yuuri says, looking back at the dragon, who has been patiently padding behind them. The small, fond smile that lights up Yuuri’s face renders Victor absolutely awed. “We are quite unlike each other in that department.”

“Ah,” Victor clears his throat and offers a smile of his own. “Not a people’s person, are you? I can relate. I’m much more a dragon’s person, if you know what I mean.”

Yuuri laughs, a sweet little sound that makes Victor’s skin tingle all over.

“I do know what you mean, and I agree. Dragons are so much easier to be around.”

Smiling, Victor looks at Yuuri, and finds his eyes already on him. Yuuri’s cheeks colour at having been caught, but after briefly looking away, he turns his gaze back on Victor as if he is just as drawn to him as Victor has found himself charmed in return.

“I have a feeling we’ll get along quite well, don’t you think?” Victor says, heart full of this strange lightness that only warms over further when Yuuri offers a tiny: “I have a feeling you might be right.”

And, truly, Victor doesn’t know what is the name of the thing he feels, but he feels it anyway – and it’s soft like the rose petals he brushes from Yuuri’s hair with a dazzling smile.