#matsuxjun

SakumotoBRO’s are BACK!

ThAT’S RIGHT! Stronger than ever.

Of course, you are free to give it a pass.

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Aika just rolled her eyes lightly as she smiled slightly in a lopsided manner at the dare. What a prick. With a sigh she got up from her chair and then went out to the living room. She put the note on the table and then climbed on top of it herself. She was barely a mere 156 centimetres, she could use the table as a platform. The small girl put her hands to her lips as she started calling. @sakuxraipho @matsuxjun @krungprincess @fest-haru @yuujibaba “Sakurai-san, Matsumoto-san! Sandara-san! …Isn’t it sshi in Korean?” she mumbled the last part to herself before she continued. “Sandara-sshi! Haru-san! Yuuji-san! I’m doing your dare so come out!”

the girl watched the entrances to the living room but within a second she got bored of it already and she put her phone and such on one end of the table, emptying her sweater pockets. She then went back to the middle of it and picked up the note again. He could get what he wanted, although she was conserative of her body she wasn’t one to like losing. “Ah, come in!” She waved everyone over with a smile and then cleared her throat. “I got a fun dare from Yuuji.” She quickly flashed the note before reading it out.

[LINE]Cool 👍

Once he was satisfied with everything he’d written he folded the piece of paper neatly. Writing a letter was certainly old fashioned these days but in his opinion it was far more touching than sending the same message via mobile.

He checked his watch for the third time within few minutes. The King was late. The former idol remembered well that the scheduled moment for the next order was supposed to be at 8 am. He started to clean away the dishes from the small desk in front of his couch to bring them back to the kitchen when the door opened and he turned his attention towards it as he held the plates with a glass on top of them. The folded letter was hidden in the pocket of his pants.

“Even though it was Arashi that aided me in getting this job .. I still work here, huh?” He spoke by himself, the grin fading. He’d taken advantage of his caster privileges that allowed him to enter the studio building without any trouble.

The large animated steam punk clock started its ringing sequence, giving a show to by-passers and tourists. About 30 floors above it the former idol ignored the chilly rain that started to fall while he stood on the roof, out in the open, an easy target to the small drops that fell from the darkening evening sky. This kind of mood put him at ease at least for a short moment.

 “I’m sorry. I cannot accept a job which I earned after years of hard work with Arashi. It would make zero sense,” he started to laugh slightly at his lame pun while staring at the scenery. He was standing a long, safe distance from the edge of the roof. Otherwise his fear of heights would have distracted him from his last mission. He would face his phobia soon enough. 

“I started to doubt it myself. Whether all of these people ever existed. Whether my own family ever existed,” he confessed to the man standing nearby. He didn’t know what to believe, the King had captured his mind and changed it into another piece in the twisted game of chess. He wanted to break free from this prison. “Our mutual dream was murdered in cold blood. 18 years of memories ripped apart. The rocky road to success became something we walked in vain. There is no purpose. It’s ridiculous,” his teary eyes shifted while he smiled bitterly.

“I don’t want to play his game anymore. And neither should you,” he said bluntly while his trembling hand reached inside his jacket. “I won’t allow that asshole to take away my last brother,” he turned around, determined eyes glistening with tears as he pulled out the gun he’d been hiding since him and Matsujun first got the weapons to protect themselves against the King’s minions. Now he would use one of these weapons to protect them both against the King himself.

“This way we will win, right? He won’t be able to manipulate and control us anymore. We choose our own fate. Well .. I’m sorry. I choose it for you, too,” his voice cracked slightly as he raised the gun and aimed it at his remaining Arashi brother while his useless arm was covered by his jacket.

However something kept holding him back. His finger struggled against the trigger, his hand trembling visibly.

The former idol had become a statue by the large window, staring into the distance while he muttered his thoughts out loud. He was aware of the fact that he wasn’t alone in the living room yet the tone of his voice was barely audible.

“Speaking of which. What is the one thing you would wish to do right now, while you still exist?” He acknowledged the presence of his remaining Arashi brother yet he wouldn’t move from his spot. He was in a slight trance. His mind full of the knowledge he’d learned from the book as he was studying the castle’s history, long before this morbid game had started. Funny enough he had been planning to visit Shizuoka prefecture and its most famous sight seeing spots on his own as soon as his hectic schedules would have given him the chance. Now here he was, so close yet so far. Trapped in this shared house with the other players.

Of course. <3

With zero regrets. As always.

Nah, dude. Ain’t no dying today. We haven’t had an order together yet, let alone the finale.

It would be extremely inconvenient if that were to happen .. Your support is touching. I will do my best as Aiba-kun’s eyes. I’ll do my best for you. And for ARASHI!!! Yeah!!!