#artscenario

Let’s end the year strong Mizu! Restarting our art-scenarios heheheh

[ @fenrae-l​ decided to send me a few sketches to bring back the art-scenarios we use to work on (she draws; I write). Under the cut is where you will find the scenario! Thank you again, Fen!! ]

Crossover: Donten ni Warau x Inuyasha

Pairing: Tenka Kumo x Kagome Higurashi

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“How about shrimp and peanut butter?”

“No.”

“Shrimp and pickle juice?”

“No.”

“Pickle juice and peanut butter?”

“No!” Dropping the magazine in front of her, Kagome looked at the red-head from over her shoulder as she remained laying on her stomach. “Why must you make such creations, Souma-kun? Can’t you do anything normal? Like maybe a normal dip?”

Plopping down next to her on the floor of the lobby, Souma shrugged. “What kind of chef would I be if I did that?”

“A normal one.” She rolled her eyes. “You are going to end up poisoning the whole academy with your dishes.”

Souma chuckled as he rubbed his chin. There were endless possibilities for dishes he could make for the the incoming meeting with the Elite Ten. He had to leave a threatening first impression. “I should probably get some soy sauce and pickle juice-”

“You totally ignored me!” Kagome shouted as she threw the magazine to his head. “Killing the Elite Ten will be immediate expulsion!” She shook her head as she dropped it into her folded arms. “Forget it...you never listen to other people when it comes to cooking.” And that was true. Cooking was everything to him - like the rest of the students in Totsuki - and he easily ignored comments if he was thinking of recipes.

Raising a brow at the girl, Souma chuckled. “You can try it before I take it for approval-”

“Heck no!” Her head snapped up. “I don’t want to die first!”

“Who says you will die?”

“....”

Giving up, Kagome’s head dropped back down into her arms. No one could understand how his mind worked. The moment he had heard about the meeting with the Elite Ten, he had gone hours thinking about what he should cook for them. Her on the other hand, she was trying to make sure she did not mess up her personal introduction. It was bad enough the first years were a rowdy bunch who wanted to steal the Elite Ten seats right off the bat.

“Just make your famous fried rice, Souma-kun.” Kagome’s voice muffled. “I like it when you make it for me when I’m down.”

The red-head turned to look at his partner hiding her face. Fried rice, huh? A low grumble caught his attention; eyes lowered to her back. “Are you hungry?”

“Fried rice would be nice right now.” She immediately replied knowing he was going to tease her for the sound.

“I could make you some pickle juice-hot sauce dip-”

“I said fried rice!” She stopped him. “That is all I am asking for, Souma-kun!”

I can’t wait to draw more of our Yakuza!men ;)

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Twisting the towel in his hand, the red head yakuza member yawned. Another long night shift would begin in a few hours, and he was sure this time they were going to make sure the Too and Kaijo yakuza clans remained in their territory. Although he was a rookie, he and a few others had climbed to the top to become well-respected Kyodai in Seirin.

Jolting in place after feeling arms snaking under his arms to cling on his shirt, the tiger male looked over his shoulder to see his girlfriend still in her undergarments. A small blush covered his cheeks as his attention returned to the wet towel in hand.

“I thought you were asleep, Kagome.”

“I was.” She muffled her reply in his back. “You woke up, and that made me wake up.”

“Oh, sorry...” Gulping, Kagami felt her front press further into him. Even thought their relationship had been going for a year, it always made him blush to have her close. He had heard girls about getting the butterflies, but he was the tough guy in the yakuza getting the little flutters.

He heard nothing from the girl.

“Kagome?” He whispered.

“Do you really have to go?” She finally looked up.

Guilt rained on his emotions. No one knew about this relationship. No one was to know. After all, she had connections to one of the top government officials in Japan: Sesshomaru. The man had sent many policemen (and secret gangs) to get rid of the yakuza influence.

Sighing under his breath, Kagami placed the towel over the sink of the hotel bathroom. “Hyuga-senpai is sending us in.”

“To deal with Too and Kaijo, right?”

He blinked, surprised she knew about the mission. “H-How do you know about that?”

Her eyes narrowed with worry, “I heard from Sesshomaru-sama; he is sending some people to deal with them as well.”

This was news to him. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Kagami’s shoulders dropped. Sooner or later the other yakuza gangs were going to join. Feeling her fingers grip on his white shirt again, Kagami’s eyes narrowed at the sight of her scar from the mirror. A scar he had yet to hear the story to.

“When will you come back?” She asked.

“I should be back around five in the morning, but only for a shower and back on the job.”

Kagome pouted, “not even for breakfast? I was looking forward to your cooking...you know, since you aren’t making me dinner today.”

Chuckling, Kagami nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll make you breakfast.”

Dragons dragons, dragon fluff ;)

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Dragons. One of the pokemon types difficult to train, and gain their trust. Only those who were deemed strong: mentally, physically, and emotionally could be worthy enough to become their trainers. Many well known dragon-type pokemon trainers were known to be gym leaders, champions, or people with well-known titles.

Except for one.

It remained a mystery to the current Kanto Elite Four Champion. As he watched his Dragonite asking for more pokemon treats from the black haired trainer, he smiled. A normal pokemon trainer who had no dragon-type pokemon on her team, but yet she seemed to be familiar with all his dragons and those he and Claire were in charge of.

Kagome had given him a rare visit, and one to only pass on the message of her planning to travel Johto. A loss indeed, but he was sure she would become big. His boot crunched the grass underneath from his private dragon sanctuary, catching the attention of the two.

“Oh, Lance.” Kagome smiled. “Did the meeting with the other Elite Four go well?”

“No troubles,” he chuckled, “so far.”

She nodded back, “you don’t seem confident about it.”

“Well,” he sighed as he petted his Dragonite’s head, “rumors are spreading about Team Rocket’s revival.”

“Revival?” Kagome blinked. “Wait...as in they are back?”

Lance nodded again. There was no proof on it yet, but rumors on Team Rocket were not to be taken so lightly. The biggest concern he had was the rumors origin: Johto. “When is the day of your departure?”

Taken back by the change of topic, Kagome’s smile returned. “In three days.”

“Three days, huh?” He hummed. “Going to go against the gym leaders there?”

“Well, that is the plan.” She chuckled.

Taking another step towards the female trainer, Lance’s expression softened. Over the months of watching over her growth as a trainer, she had blossomed beautifully and strongly. There was no doubt in his mind she would become big in time. Gently pushing back a strand of hair behind her ear, Lance’s smile returned. “I do ask you are cautious in Johto.”

“Cautious?” Kagome repeated. “You make it sound like it’s dangerous out there.”

He simply kept on smiling. He would deal with Team Rocket without involving the girl. It was bad enough she and the others trainers had involved themselves. Although they came out victorious, who knew what Team Rocket was planning now.

“I’ll test your strength when you are done with your journey in Johto.” He smirked.

#3~ Wow, luv, my muse is churning it out toniiight! xD

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Blink after blink, Kiyoharu wondered when his presence would be acknowledged. It should have been seeing he had just come out of the shower and only ended up having time to wrap the towel around his waist. His eyes narrowed in wait while observing the sleepy female in front of the sink. He knew he should have asked for the two rooms, but leave it to his dance partner to be okay with sharing a hotel room. Sometimes he wondered if she was even aware of the obvious issues with the things she considered ‘little’.

Watching her yawn in front of the mirror, he shook his head noticing she had walked into the bathroom (which he forgot to lock) with closed eyes. His eyes traveled to the bed hair: messy.

“Oi.”

“Eh…?” The miko cracked an eye open as she turned her head to the side. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she gave Kiyoharu a lazy smile. “Good morning, Kiyo-kun.”

“The bathroom is occupied.” He sighed.

“Oh,” she blinked again, “sorry.”

She turned her body back to the mirror in search of her brush. Of course she would not care about the situation. She was lucky he also did not mind the openness of their ‘relationship’. After all, they had been dance partners ever since high school, and now as young adults entering the real world of dance, these things were not a big deal.

But he would still like his privacy.

Sighing under his breath, Kiyoharu grabbed the brush from her fingers and the hair tie on her other hand. “How you are able to get your hair ready for competitions is a mystery; you move too much in bed.”

Closing her eyes, Kagome chuckled. “I’m still cute.”

He stared at her from across the mirror as he placed the hair tie between his lips. He was not even going to agree.

Or disagree.

Hearing her yawn again, Kiyoharu began to brush her hair. “We have rehearsal in two hours.”

Fwua-fwuaaa! Look at all the fluff~ hehe these are so fun (❤ω❤)

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“One, two….huh…” Tapping the top edge of her pen to her lips, an eyebrow crooked up as she saw the order she made for the uniforms. The end amount made her thankful this was not coming out of the club’s pocket. A sigh passed the miko’s lips as she heard the door to the gym open.

“Something wrong?” Riko asked from behind as she prepare the clipboards for herself and her father.

“Nothing.” Kagome replied. “Nothing, really, Riko-senpai.” Turning around to face her coach, Kagome’s lips parted to ask about her father’s thoughts on recruiting this team to go against the notorious American basketball team, but her eyes immediately fished out the team coming in their new uniforms.

“Oi! Kise! Move out of the way!”

“Aominecchi, you’ll see her either way!”

“Both of you stop acting like children, nanodayo.”

The miko’s brow twitched; her shoulders dropped seeing the kindergarten she had to ‘babysit’ while waiting for Kagetora and the other team members he was planning on recruiting. “I’m guessing they fit?” Kagome asked watching the Generation of Miracles walk in with their new white and red uniforms on. To think they would be teaming up once again. It was something no one would have imagine to happen this soon.

“I think they look great!” Riko smiled. “I can only imagine what Kagami-kun and Kuroko-kun will look like.”

“Eh~,” Aomine raised a brow, “Bakagami is joining?”

“Kurokocchi is, too?!” Kise exclaimed.

Putting down her own clipboard on one of the seats, Kagome fully turned to face their newly formed team only to be scooped up into the arms of the tall Yosen center. “O-Oi! M-Murasakibara-kun!”

“Oi!” Both Aomine and Kise shouted.

“Murasakibara,” Akashi spoke from behind, “she isn’t going to give them to you.”

“Give what?” Kagome only wondered what had happened for the tall male to be picking her up like a sack of potatoes. Looking down at his lazy expression, she gulped. “What?”

“This sounds like too much of a pain…”

“You’re telling me.”

“…but that coach said you would have snacks for me.”

Both Kagome and Riko blinked before the miko finally turned to her coach. “He probably meant you, Riko-senpai?”

“No,” Murasakibara replied, “he said the girl with the boy-club.”

‘Boy-club?’ The vein on the miko’s forehead popped. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Exhaling, Kagome patted his shoulder. “I don’t have snacks, Murasakibara-kun. Sorry-”

“Not letting you go then.”

“Yes you are!” She shouted back. Of course she was dealing with children!

“Put her down, Murasakibara!” Aomine added. “She isn’t yours to touch!”

Another free-for-all with our dearest Kagome, bae~ Who’s it gunna be, I doth wonder? <3

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“Oh? Todoroki-kun? What are you doing here?”

Looking up from his phone, the double Quirk male’s eyes rose to see the cerulean irises of the girl who had caught many civilians’ attention during the Sports Festival. A girl who had demonstrated courage and experience when it came to one-on-one battles.

A smile stretched the miko’s lips as she saw the now cold coffee resting beside his elbow. “I didn’t take you the type to be out and about on a Saturday morning, especially in a cafe.”

“I came to clear my head.” Todoroki replied, eyes returning to the screen in hand.

Continuing to stare at the male before her, Kagome held back her habit to bite her lower lip. It was not until Uraraka pointed it out she noticed she did it when she was on the verge to ask questions. Her curiosity sometimes pushed her, but she had to hold it back.

Especially when the aura around them was not inviting.

Her eyes slowly lowered to stare at her feet, unsure how to escape the awkward meeting them. Maybe she could slip out?

“And you?”

She blinked; her gaze rose to see Todoroki staring back. “Me?” She pointed at herself.

Silent over the obvious answer, Todoroki’s brow rose. Sometimes she was clueless, but that did not play in when it meant doing her hero work. If anything, he had come to admire her way of thinking and her abilities.

Unique did not even cover it.

Sighing under his breath, Todoroki looked at the seat in front of him. “If you are free, you can join me.”

Kagome blinked again, unsure how to absorb Todoroki’s ‘kindness’. He was always polite, but to be invited to join him? Never. Adjusting the strap of her small purse over her shoulder, the smile returned before she took her seat in front of him. “So?” She spoke, grabbing the menu from the edge of the table. “What is it that is keeping your head busy?”

Turning the screen off his phone, Todoroki put it face down before giving his attention to girl before him. Grabbing his cup of coffee (and heating the cup), he looked down at the ripples. “I went to the hospital.”

“Hospital?” Kagome tilted her head to the side.

“To visit my mother.”

The miko’s eyes widened as she watched him take a sip of his coffee. His mother was at the hospital? “Oh, I didn’t know…” Dropping her gaze back on the menu, she was not sure what to say. His aura had turned a light blue, but something told her he was feeling lonely.

Slowly placing his cup of coffee down on the small plate, Todoroki noticed Kagome’s gaze kept away from his. It was to be expected; many did not know how to interact with him. He noticed her fingers tapping her chin in thought - mostly like on what to say. “Higurashi-san.”

“Huh?” Her eyes came back up.

“What do you think makes a hero….number one?”

What made a hero number one? Kagome took a couple of seconds to repeat the question in her head. She was aware of his determination to make it to the top, like everyone else, but after witnessing Midoriya’s constant growth, there was no surprise people were questioning what made a hero. “One person.”

It was Todoroki’s turn to blink back.

“You need to be a hero to the world; you only need one person to see you as a hero.” The corner of her lips curved into a sincere smile, “sometimes to that one person you will be number one, and you will learn that it is the only thing you need to validate yourself. I know it isn’t what you want to hear,” her eyes met his, “but having a big fan base doesn’t necessarily make you likeable. There will always be people out there that hate you and want the worst for you. That is why one person is enough.”

Todoroki’s head lifted a little as he watched the miko’s cheeks flare pink.

“S-Sorry! I tend to ramble without thinking!” Her head went back into her menu. “Just ignore me!”

Hearing her scolded mumbles to herself, Todoroki chuckled under his breath.

“What?” Kagome’s eyes sneaked a peek from the top of her menu.

Based off of the Hanahaki Disease trope~ Kagome Angst Angst Angst!! lol Feel free to base this off of any fandom, luv ;)

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The home she once knew was long gone, and she expected that.

But she did not expect the wasteland she saw now. Never in her wildest dreams did she believe Earth would come down to such rubble. All the green, joy, and the noise were dead. Being asleep for thousands of years left her alone and empty.

“Kagome…?”

The concerned tone made her shoulders drop as she stared at the only thing that could give her a clear memory of her past. Making her way forward, her bare feet stepped on rough patches of dirt and rock before coming to stand in front of the wilted tree. 

Gray eyes narrowed with worry as he saw the black haired miko making her way to the place he called home. After saving her from the main Galra ship, they were surprised Zarkon had kept her in a capsule - for years.

And she had been in that capsule longer than what they had thought. She was from a period long erased from their knowledge. Earth became a space-focused society.

Taking a few steps towards the silent miko, the Black Paladin had a feeling she had no idea just how many years had gone by. Everyone and everything she knew had no trace. “Kagome…” He called again.

“This…,” she whispered, “used to be such a beautiful place.” A chuckle cracked under her quivering lip. “A shrine that truly brought me peace.”

He did not know what to say. What was he supposed to say in this setting? All he knew was she was that important in history to have been placed in a capsule to withstand all war, destruction, and natural disasters over the years. And everyone, including Allura, were iffy with the idea of showing Kagome her ‘home’ after she told them she was from an era long forgotten.

Shiro’s eyes widened slightly the moment he saw a breeze carry her tears away. From behind she seemed calm, but how could he be so stupid to think she would be? A tornado of emotions were breaking her.

Taken back by her slow turn to him, he noticed the small red petal on her palm. Eyes rose to the scorched branches: nothing. Where had that come from? There was no life in the tree. The shrine that once stood here was replaced with flat ground. The pink jewel around her neck made his shoulders drop.

A jewel she had yet to explain; the Galra were after her because of it.

Another flower floated down: full. Blinking at the sight of the live flower, Shiro’s palm opened up to let it set. Eyes coming up to the miko, he could see her wanting to stay a bit longer, but they had to leave soon before the Galaxy Garrison pin pointed the foreign ship.

A sigh passed between his lips as he made his way towards the girl. Cautiously, his index finger came up to swipe away the tear curving down her cheek. “If we get a chance again, I will bring you here, Kagome.”

She nodded.

Bringing the red flower to her attention, Shiro gently placed it over her left ear while pushing back a few strands of hair. Her scars - new and old - were going to take a lot of time to heal, but he would let her know the others, especially him, would be there for her.