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@deadlock-shot     Ever since running into each other all those months ago, Hanzo’s life had gotten better. Of course there were many factors to thank for that, but days he spent with Jesse were always simply the best. He hadn’t changed all that much since they had first met, the most obvious changes were just ones you expected when you had the blood of several people on your hands and you’ve accepted the fact that the world is an extremely dark place and you have to take advantage of the good you can still find in it.

   Wonderland was different though. It wasn’t the dark world they knew, at least not from what they knew of yet, and he knew deep down in his heart that maybe, just maybe, he was just taking advantage of that fact. A voice in the back of his head telling him constantly that he was still holding onto old feelings, that he was taking what he could get and he still didn’t and probably wouldn’t, care for Jesse like he once did. That the moment this good had run its course, he too would be gone. But it was also why he had been spending every moment of his free time that he could with McCree because he couldn’t care for him like he once did, because no matter how much he still was like his younger self, they weren’t the same. He wanted to learn to care about this new Jesse McCree and learn to love him for who he was now and not who he was.

   So that night, just like all the previous ones, he had spent with the cowboy, simply enjoying drinks and trading work stories from that past week and talking about things they’d done before ending up in wonderland. It was exactly like all the other nights, yet at some point it had felt different. He had felt something, what he wasn’t sure, but it hadn’t been bad. It was like a warm feeling and it made him feel safe. It wasn’t long after that feeling had passed that he had somehow fallen asleep leaning on the other male and he could only assume they both passed out around the same time since he had woken up to them still in the same spot when usually he’d be moved to a bed or the couch.

   He wasn’t bothered by this, though he did have a sore neck from the uncomfortable position. He’d just have to stretch that out later he thought to himself as he made his way to the bathroom. He glanced at his reflection as he passed the mirror and froze instantly when he noticed something on his neck. An A with a spades….an ace of spades. He knew what this was, he’d read about these when he had first gotten there and wanted to learn everything he could about this strange new place. This was a fating mark and to prove it he quickly rushed back to Jesse, turning his head and pulling the mans collar down, not caring if he woke the poor guy up with his rough handling, and gasping loudly when a matching mark was there on his neck as well.

   He was in shock, frozen as he stared at his mark.

   Why? Why had this happened so soon? Why couldn’t they have given him more time to know for certain? Nothing genuine could come of this, nothing genuine never came from things like this.

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It had been nice for this man to volunteer to escort Haruhi back to her dorm. There had recently been a number of unsettling reports about suspicious activity. Though Haruhi normally wouldn’t heed the warnings, she didn’t want to chance anything in this foreign land.

"I don’t think there’s a reason to use hat” she asked. Haruhi didn’t know how the man would react in a striation, but for a moment she was worried that some person would be caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. “I’m sure everyone has just been overreacting due to stress or something like that.”

Entering the ______, McCree looked around the entrance He had a feeling that he got the right place, but now to actually find the Cat. Entering the library, since books were mentioned in the riddle, McCree looked high and low for any sign of Cat...but there wasn't even a speck of dust moved in the place. "Damn that Cat, where in the hell could he be?" Moving along, he felt a presence in another room...he's felt this presence before. He entered the room.

At the sudden movement, Cheshire felt his ears perk (yes, his cat owns that normally smoothed themselves under his hair) up as he stared at the entrance. There stood a cowboy, one that Cheshire knew all too well.

Cheshire clapped his hand together, his sour expression still on his face. “Oh, look. The wildest bamf in the west actually managed to find me. I’m so surprised.”

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    There was a sudden ache in his chest when McCree spoke up. He hadn’t expected it,not completely. A part of him felt like he should have been offended by the little faith Jesse had in him and assuming something so small could have taken his life so easily. He had been the hair of the Shimada clan, he’d fought against much stronger enemies, enemies that were smarter than him and had come out alive. But despite all his anger, the pain he heard in his voice quelled him, made him want to just calm him and let him know he was there and he was safe, and most of all, that he was alive. 

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Taichi hated how much fur he had. Sure it kept him warm but he kept shedding making him so uncontrollably itchy. It was a nuisance more than anything. As he walked down the street to help find some solution to all this shedding, Taichi spotted someone who look uncannily like himself. Taichi decides to approach said male who also had fur all over his body. “Well, I thought I was the only one but I’m guessing you happen to changed into a werewolf as well!” he states with a chuckle

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“I hate violence,” he says through gritted teeth as he then proceeds to throw some schmuck out of the club in a smooth, swift motion. One of the schmuck’s buddies takes a risk by jumping at Shizuo, but his feeble attempt is quickly thwarted with a prompt fist to the face.

“And I especially hate,” he continues with a harsh growl, “bastards like you who make me resort to it!” Nursing his face, the idiot stumbles toward the schmuck to help him up ( they fall a couple of times, and Shizuo would have at least smiled if he wasn’t so damned pissed off ) before they disappear into the night.

And that’s when Shizuo decides to call it quits. The Ace of Clubs has always been a problem for him - especially on Saturday nights which his boss knows he hates working. Still, money is money until his patience runs thin and then nothing matters anymore.

He’s stalking down the avenue in the dead of night - well, it’s past midnight and yet the district still seems to be up and booming - when subconsciously his hands dig in his vest pocket to pull out his cigarettes. Smoking usually helps calm him down.

Except when he goes to fetch his lighter, there’s nothing there...and now his anger has spiked because maybe - just maybe - that schmuck or idiot got him so worked up that it fell out of his pocket. That’s a logical explanation, isn’t it?

Trying best to calm his nerves so he wouldn’t freak out again, he puts the cigarette away and hurries to find an alternative. Luckily there’s a little bar up ahead that doesn’t look too crowded. If anything, most of the denizens are partying elsewhere.

The door leading into the small establishment jingles with the bell placed atop of it. Like Shizuo assumed it was dead except for a few older gentlemen seated on some stools and a few other less than notable people scattered about.

He slides into an empty booth and orders some tea to ( hopefully ) mellow him out. But, his nerves are still on end as he stupidly keeps replaying the scene over and over again.

Meme | Caught in the Rain

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The sky was dark. And her umbrella was at home. Rain had been inevitable as she ran errands and she couldn’t move them to another day.

Stupid girl couldn’t complete them fast enough.

Now she stood under the awning of a closed shop, watching the sky’s torrential downpour. Her heart pounded in her chest.