･ﾟ*. 人類の勇者 ･ﾟ

hiya guys !! sorry ive been mega dead for awhile now but unfortunately, im here to announce that im probably gonna be moving on fandoms from now on and its been dead here for like awhile so i thought it was only fair to make this post now so please dont expect too much anymore. i really apologize aaa ... i will say that i will probably pop in every now and then to mess around on ritsuka since i do still love him very much but my motivation for fgo as a whole is just kinda gone but otherwise, ill probably be on @unmeinoniwa which is my multi-oc blog so please do follow!

      he would never underestimate humanity’s last master !  after all ,  this was the character who had somehow taken down goetia ,  right ?  alongside remedying all sorts of other singularities ,  one dangerous ,  albeit no-doubt entertaining adventure after another .  he could give the other some credit for their talent in self-preservation .  and yet ,  ‘ i wouldn’t say anything’s so certain when it comes to myself .  are you really any different from these people ? ‘

      the severed head in his grip lifts and shakes ,  its mouth agape ,  empty lids rolling open ,  revealing its tongue and eyes missing .  beside its gruesome expression ,  the assassin blithely grins .  ‘ ever since the professor fixed me up ,  i’ve been having lots of fun .  lots and lots and lots of fun !  why would i ever get tired ?  when i’ve finally got it all ? ‘  money ,  fame ,  power !  every intoxicating vice and wanton luxury finally at his touch ;  not just brushing his fingertips ,  but gripped and strangled in his hands . 

      he laughs .  loudly ,  callously and violently from his stomach ,  to match the pathetic sound of the other’s whisper .  somewhere in the back of his mind are memories of himself shattering glass ,  destroying mirrors ,  tearing at things with his teeth and laughing miserably as music pounded beneath the floors and his men fret over another hysteric episode .  shinjuku’s assassin falls silent for a moment ,  before deciding to answer the other’s question with one of his own .   ‘ do you ever get tired ?  of living .  of being determined .  of being used by those so-called ‘friends’ of yours . ‘

     RITSUKA couldn’t physically bear to look upon the sickening sights any longer and ripped his gaze away, hoping it would at least subside his nausea even slightly despite the abominable words that were pouring from the Phantom’s mouth ( don’t look, don’t look, don’t look ! ).

     “ Even after threatening me .... you still haven’t done anything yet so I’m more than happy to take my chances. ” By no means was Ritsuka confident that he was safe from being subjected to the Assassin’s cruelty but as his master, he was well aware of the importance of holding his ground in this instance. He was more than prepared to utilize his command seals if necessary but he wouldn’t be so quick to resort to it, not when the Phantom was merely provoking him. 

      ‘ aw ,  ‘  he coos ,  yet his expression flashes —  and condescends .  ‘ are you that weak that’cha can’t do anything yourself ?  like right now ,  ‘  the severed head lowers ,  and the phantom’s other ,  empty hand lifts and raises towards the other’s instead as he steps closer and closer .  right when he could have gripped and yanked them by the hair ,  his palm merely pat-pats the other instead .  his smile is discordantly chipper .

      ‘ nobody cares !  disturbin’ ,  huh ?  every night someone dies in this city .  someone loses the fingers on their hands ,  the toes on their feet ,  or their eyes ,  nose ,  tongue ,  or ears .  ask any of us hornets an’ its an excuse for a real occasion .  you’ve gotta live well ,  or else you’re next !  so c’mon ! ‘  he claps the other on the back —  hard ,  his palm lingering to scoot them towards the tree .  closer up ,  its rotten ornaments could be easier recognized :  his list of missing parts could easily be found decorating green branches .  ‘ don’t mind ,  don’t mind ~ .   me an’ my boys don’t give a damn ,  what’s a little blood ,  guts an’ vomit durin’ a fun time ?  ha-ha-ha ! ‘

     “ PLEASE don’t underestimate me. ” An instant retort, his brows furrowing in aggravation. “ I’m not so weak that I can’t survive on my own and besides ... you won’t do anything to me. ” Regardless, Ritsuka’s eyes caught sight of the hand that was lifting towards him. He cautiously trained his gaze upon his every move but not daring to move a single muscle lest it would provide any motivation for provoking. However, the moment he realized Yan Qing’s hand was coming down on him, he braced himself. His faith bore fruit and all tension slipped away from him for a brief respite. He blinked, evidently caught off-guard by the condescending pat to the head but he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t relieved. He let out a sigh and narrowed his eyes up at the Phantom.

      “ ... Still, that doesn’t mean that you should -- oof ! ” The hearty smack to his back was for one, unnecessary and fueled his irritation towards this entire encounter to no ends but it would be nothing compared to the pure disgust that about to overwhelm the master to the core. Ah ... jeez. No matter how desensitized one could be to death itself, the sight of the tree paired with the Phantom’s unsettling words made him sick to his stomach. 

      ‘ aiya ,  ain’t’cha a little slow ?  how’d ya manage ta save the world so many times like that ?  hehe ! ‘  even if it’s a little cute ;  that much he could admit .  ‘ what’s the problem ,  what’s the big deal ~ ?  a celebration only needs celebratin’ .  —  ah .  is it maybe ...  this ? ‘  he holds the head up once more .  shakes it a little ,  the sound of wet meat audible .  ‘ they’re already dead ,  y’know ?  even throwin’ it away ,  he won’t spring back ta life again ! ‘

     AS desensitized as he was to the prospect of death, it wasn’t any less unsettling when a decapitated head was being so casually dangled in front of his face. “ Through sheer determination and the power of friendship, that’s how. ” Putting it simply anyways.

      ‘ or what ,  maaaster ?  right now ,  i don’t see any servants with you .  i think it’s much more in your favor ta play along an’ start feelin’ festive ,  na ? ‘

@jinruinokibo : maybe we dont do that?

’ i liked you better when you were in jail . ’

      AWAWAWA ... ? AWAWAWAWA ... ?! 

     Ritsuka truly couldn’t believe his ears in this moment. Though part of him didn’t necessarily doubt that his servant would be willing to accompany him to the Gala, there was always this anxiety-ridden side to him that fretted over the worst possibilities imaginable. Unable to contain his absolute embarrassment anymore, he buried his hands in his face, overcome with the unbearable shame towards the fact that he acted like a complete idiot over something so simple ... ! He found himself jolting out of his thoughts the moment the Assassin’s arm came to casually sling itself over his shoulder and he even went as far as to ruffle his head like he was some kind of kid ... !

     “ T - that’s -- ... still ! I know we can spend time together any day but asking you out as a date is a completely different thing ... ! But if you’re really fine with it then ... ” He bashfully peeked between the cracks of his fingers and mumbled, “ ... I’ll be in your care, Yan Qing. ” Honestly, he was still in disbelief that this was even happening but even he couldn’t very well deny the elation from both the relief and the excitement that made Ritsuka want to scream out the window. 

      “ Oh ... r - right -- ” He slowly lowered his hands and anxiously flitted his gaze to the side. He wasn’t sure if he could look at Yan Qing in the face without his heart absolutely bursting. “ Since it’s a party, we’d probably wear something more formal -- urk ... ! Don’t remind me of such an embarrassing get-up ... ! I didn’t have any choice in the matter ... ! ” That was probably the only time he cursed everyone in the room for making him wear an unnecessarily provocative attire ( the fact that Yan Qing even remembered it made him want to die inside ).

He paused, as if to recall what it was Abigail had called this outfit.

“Abigail had mentioned it to be a Warlock, a “caller of spirits” was the theme she had selected- but I assume she chose it because it looked fine on me. I wouldn’t imagine something more- but perhaps I AM thinking about it too much…” His tone drifts, Obviously it wasn’t anything new that Sanson thought of things too literally. Thankfully, however, he relaxes himself from thinking too deeply. If he looked fine, then that’s what matters, right?

Checking the bucket once more, Sanson made a quiet “hm”, before personally selecting one he would assume would sate his Master’s appetite.

“Some are flavored in combination of other flavors, although if it’s something that will balance bitterness out, I think I may have one specifically for you.”

The one he had picked out seemed to be a wrapped truffle of sorts.

“This one is still dark chocolate, but it is filled with a mousse that I think you would enjoy, Ritsuka. It’s smooth and satisfying to eat when you want something with quality.”

Handing the truffle to Ritsuka, Sanson then smiles gently at his beloved.

“Perhaps next year you may influence me to be something else. That is, if you can also convince Abigail before she decides.”

Oh how warm he felt with them both standing here like this. It’s a cold night but Sanson was well content with being here with his curious eyed lover.

     “ A warlock ... You do fit the bill pretty well ! Goes well with the natural edgy vibe you already have going on. ” Not that it was a bad thing or anything; it was just what made Sanson ... well, Sanson ! He’d argue that the cool and stoic side to him quite definitely enriched his lover’s more softer moments because at first glance, one wouldn’t expect such endearing behaviour from Charles Henri-Sanson.

     That aside, he felt a bit bad that he wasn’t entirely willing to consume every treat in that pumpkin basket of his but even he couldn’t put himself through the bitter horrors of dark chocolate. He leaned over to see what else he could possibly stomach and to his surprise, Sanson had picked out a truffle mousse. His eyes lit up in curiosity at the treat and he soon returned his generosity with excitement.

     “ Oh ... you’re really doing a great job of selling it to me. Alright. That honestly sounds really good ! Thanks ! ” With that, he tore the wrapper to pop the piece of chocolate in his mouth and oh, how it melted in his mouth. He already ascended to heaven with all this chocoletey goodness. “ Mmmm ~ ! It totally melts in your mouth ... ! “ After consuming his treat, he licked off any remnants of the chocolates that melted onto his fingers. “ Mm. You know, I bet a lot of these chocolates would go well with sweet hot drinks. The contrast would be something to marvel at, don’t you think ? ”