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"Team Envy's lunchtime" and "Team Melancholy's lunchtime".
i have the official localization of the comics and it left out the part regarding Jeje where it says that he isn't included and because of that, in my opinion, it doesn't convey that Mikuni is a jerk.
Sure, it's just him and Abel, huh? xD It's funny that Jeje has girls over him and Mikuni doesn't :))
Also, I'm not sure what Mikuni meant in the lines outside the speech bubble in the first panel...Like he was saying that he wants a fancier lunch so why did he say something like "Abel you're the best"?.
I think maybe he was implying that it was Abel who chose where to have lunch, most likely a cafe if teenage girls where there. So yeah, it could be that he was saying that although he wants something fancy every now and then, Mikuni will always choose whatever Abel wants.
Yeah...It was Abel who told him, right? XD
As for team Melancholy, I think Tsubaki spoils Otogiri the most :)
for mahiru's birthday post-canon, the melancholies also celebrate it with him and otogiri gives him soba making kit with expectations in her eyes
and even though mahiru knows she gives it to him for her own purposes he actually is kinda grateful receiving novelty kitchen tools because he's always interested in them but feel bad buying them because he's not sure he'll use them often
“Who else do ya keep starin’ longingly at the door for?!” Karasu screeches, slamming a hand on the counter. The other makes a weird gesture around his face. “Y’know, the redhead? Long hair, pretty eyes, the one who told ya to eat shit when ya asked for his number the other time?”
“Oh, Chigiri?” Eita hums. “Yeah, he’s cute. But I’m not into dudes, man. I wasn’t waiting for him to come by.”
Karasu groans. Hiori laughs harder.
or, otoya eita vs the concept of bisexuality: the fic
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Summary: "If vampires are so horrible," Kyoko struggles to say, "and okaa-chan is a vampire, then...." She forces the words out. "What does that make me?"
Her grandpapa doesn't flinch. "An abomination."
~
Written for @fangs-of-despair.
Rating: T.
AO3
Click here for the proper mood music - the song from which the title was taken.
Today.
“Puhuhuhuhuhu.~”
Laughter crackles through Junko’s lips. Blood drips from the hole in her chest, and when she barks out a cough, it splatters onto Kyoko’s face. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Kyokyo. Murder….” She strokes her thumb along Kyoko’s jaw, smearing her blood across her lips. “It’s really not your style.”
Kyoko doesn’t say anything.
“You should have bitten me. Still….” Junko uses her fading strength to drag herself closer, pushing Kyoko’s bare hand deeper into her chest. “I’m proud of you,” she hisses in her ear.
Kyoko brushes her fingers against Junko’s cold heart, and her own beats once, hard, in response.
“Ooooo,” Junko croons. “Rip my heart out and eat it, why don’t—” She cuts herself off. Her eyes flash gold. “What are you—” She coughs again, then growls, “What are you doing?”
As Junko tears back, Kyoko thrusts her hand deeper, seizes Junko’s heart, and forces her palm flat against it.
“Killing a monster.”
~
Three Days Ago.
Junko Enoshima has no soul.
There are no doubts about that.
At least, there are no doubts for Kyoko Kirigiri, who sees in Junko nothing more than the face of her once human friend.
Magazines litter the kotatsu before her, and Kyoko can’t help but stare at Junko’s face plastered on each one of them. It’s harder to tell she’s a vampire than Harukawa-san, since Junko covers her blood red eyes with icy blue contacts, but a good hunter can still tell, just from the way her top lip frames hidden fangs – a subtle difference most editors don’t fix because most readers won’t notice.
Kyoko Kirigiri is not most readers.
After a few minutes, Kyoko crosses her arms and, without looking from the magazines, calls out, “Are you finished yet?”
“Nyeh.”
“I guessed as much,” Kyoko murmurs, running her tongue along one fang. “A soul can be a hard thing to contain.”
~
Three Years Ago.
“My eyes? Oh, they’ve always been this way!” Ryoko brightens, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Mukie always said they made me look like a vamp, but that’s just a rumor, right?” She glances up at the older hunter with them. “The whole red eyes thing?”
“No.” Kyoko answers bluntly before her partner, Yui, has a chance to respond. “All vampires have red eyes. But you cannot use that as a distinguishing feature. Too many vampires use contacts to disguise their eye color—”
“And,” Yui interjects, “a handful of humans get red contacts to look more like vampires.” An awkward smile traces her lips. “It’s kind of alluring – black hair and red eyes. Like Harukawa-san!”
Kyoko presses her lips together as she considers the model taking the world by storm. “Harukawa-san is a vampire, onee-sama.”
Ryoko giggles, interrupting them. “You two seem like the best of friends! Just like me and my sister!” Her gaze drops as she sobers. “Before she disappeared.”
“Stolen by a vampire.”
“Kirigiri-chan, you don’t know that.” Yui nudges her again.
But Kyoko keeps staring straight ahead. “I know.”
~
Thirteen Years Ago.
“Otoo-chan!” Kyoko rushes after her papa. She doesn’t know how to speak her fear, and she doesn’t want her grandpapa to overhear. “When....” She hesitates, running her tongue along one fang. “When will you be back?”
Her papa smiles down at her and ruffles her hair. “Soon, my little bat. Very soon.”
Kyoko glances back at her grandpapa, swallows, and nods.
~
Three Years Ago.
“So you’re my age, right, Kyokyo?” Ryoko sits next to Kyoko, her pajama pants covered with brightly colored bats, and smiles up at her. “But you’re already a vampire hunter! How did that happen? Mukie never could, and I heard that vampires are—”
Kyoko tunes Ryoko out as she stares across the fire. Most of what she says isn’t important. Yui is better at engaging with her, although she also gets tired of her chatter. She’s just too kind to tell her to stop.
It’s distracting.
Just another reason Ryoko shouldn’t be there.
It takes a few minutes before Kyoko notices that something is off. She tunes back in, only to realize that the steady hum of Ryoko’s voice has faded away. “Is something wrong?”
“You’re not paying attention to me.”
“No.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Kyoko sees Ryoko’s cheeks puffing out in exasperation. She sighs. “Most of what you say is filler, and I need to make sure no other monsters—”
“I can help!” Ryoko exclaims a little too loudly, clenching her hands into excited fists. “I’ve never met a monster, or anything, but my sister was obsessed with them!” She looks up at the starry sky. “There’s not a full moon, so we won’t run into any werewolves, and—!” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a bag of sunflower seeds. “I have these for when we run into vampires! You just reach inside and—”
“Don’t.”
“—throw a handful of seeds on the ground—”
“Don’t.”
“—and vamps have to stop and count all of them!” Ryoko scatters a handful of seeds in front of her, then beams at Kyoko. “Mukie was so good at knowing all the—” She stops. Blinks twice. “What are you doing?”
Kyoko refuses to look at the seeds. If she doesn’t look at them, they won’t be there. “Nothing.”
“You’re looking at the seeds.”
“No, I’m not.”
Ryoko stares at her, confused. Then her eyes slowly widen. “Are you counting them?”
“No.”
Ryoko gasps. “You are, aren’t you?”
Kyoko doesn’t look at the seeds. It takes a lot of effort, but she’s succeeding. She cannot imagine how hard – no, impossible – this would be if—
“No,” she repeats through gritted teeth, fingers clenched into painful fists.
Ryoko starts gathering the scattered seeds. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were—” She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her brain catches up to her words, and she looks up at Kyoko with large eyes. “You’re a—”
“No,” Kyoko says, meeting Ryoko’s blood red eyes and trying not to think of how her blood must taste. “I’m not.”
~
Thirteen Years Ago.
“Ojii-san?”
Kyoko kicks her tiny feet against his couch once more and then stills. Her papa has been gone nearly a month. Her mama is sick, and he’s looking for a cure, while her grandpapa keeps an eye on her. It’s confusing. Vampires like her mama aren’t supposed to get sick. Her grandpapa says—
Well.
Kyoko looks over at her grandpapa. He’s filled the silence with more silence. She knows why.
“If vampires are so horrible,” she struggles to say, “and okaa-chan is a vampire, then….” She forces the words out. “What does that make me?”
Her grandpapa doesn’t flinch. “An abomination.” His words are solemn, even, uncompromising. “A tool to better hunt those monsters.”
“Like okaa-chan.” Kyoko glances up with large purple eyes, a tinge of red rimming her pupils. “Is okaa-chan a monster, ojii-san?”
Her grandpapa scoffs. “Why do you think she’s sick, child?”
~
Three Years Ago.
“She shouldn’t be here.”
Kyoko stares at Ryoko, whose head rests in Yui’s lap. Something firm and unhappy stirs in her chest; later, she will know herself well enough to understand that feeling is jealousy, but she’s never felt anything like it before and so does not know what to call it now. “She’s human,” she continues, “she knows nothing, and she’s liable to get herself killed.”
“I’m human,” Yui counters, running her fingers gently through Ryoko’s blood red hair. She doesn’t glance up, doesn’t look across the fire, and doesn’t keep an eye on the fading darkness as the first light creeps into the sky, painting it a dewy, milky grey. “Most hunters are, aren’t they?”
“She’s too young.”
“She’s your age!”
Kyoko presses her lips together. It’s her watch. Yui should be resting before they set out again, not staying awake with a client who shouldn’t even be here in the first place. “She’s a distraction,” she says, “and she’s nothing like me.”
Yui smiles, a small and gentle thing. “No. Of course, she isn’t. There’s no one quite like you, Kirigiri-chan.” She takes a long, thin stick and prods their fire’s dying flames. “Some of us start young,” she murmurs. “I did, after my sister was turned. No one else wanted to find the vampire responsible, and no one else….” Her eyes grow hard. “No one else wanted to risk looking for children.” She tucks strands of hair out of her face, fingers lingering on her single stark strip of white. “Maybe Otonashi-san will become a hunter, too. Taking her with us lets her see what it’s like.”
“Taking her with us will get one of you eaten.” Kyoko sits on the log next to Yui. “Her sister’s already gone.”
“You don’t know that, Kirigiri-chan.”
“I know.”
Silence, filled only by the crackle of the dying flames and Ryoko’s soft snoring.
(There’s drool on Yui’s knee. She doesn’t seem to mind.)
Then Yui gently places a hand on Kyoko’s smaller one. “Have a little hope. We could find Ikusaba-san before the vampires drain her.”
Kyoko’s lips purse together. “I doubt it.”
Still, she turns her hand beneath Yui’s and clasps it in hers. Yui’s hand is warm. Comforting. Kyoko can feel Yui’s heart beating through her skin, the constant thrum of the blood through her veins. She feels something else, too, something much more familiar, but far less comforting – a longing that she will not indulge.
“I’m glad you’re with me, Yui onee-sama.”
“I told you to quit calling me that.” Yui presses a gentle kiss to Kyoko’s forehead. “And I’m glad you’re here, too, Kirigiri-chan.”
~
Thirteen Years Ago.
Kyoko stares down at the gold scar in her slumbering mama’s chest, a stake in one hand.
She looks at the stake.
She looks at her mama.
She looks behind her.
Hesitating.
“Ojii-san, are you sure?”
~
Three Years Ago.
Vampires encircle their little troop. Ryoko’s blood red eyes focus on her sister – not dead, as Kyoko hoped, but turned far too young. She’s just another form of bait now: a lost child who can ask for help finding her parents, luring in sympathetic and unsuspecting victims.
“Mukie!”
Ryoko doesn’t stay with them the way a smart individual would. Instead, as the vampires draw near, she throws her handful of seeds into the air, bursts through the few that distracts, and races after her sister.
“Wait!” Yui reaches out, but her fingers barely brush Ryoko’s collar before grasping empty air.
Kyoko stakes the first vampire, and it explodes into dust. “Go get her, onee-sama,” she says, calm as anything. “I’ll take care of these monsters.”
Yui hesitates.
“Go.” Kyoko meets Yui’s eyes as scarlet dust taints her lavender hair. “I can take care of myself.”
“Kyoko,” her papa whispers, not looking at her, his scarred right hand clenching into a fist. “What did you do?”
~
Three Years Ago.
“Yui onee-sama?” Kyoko calls out, racing in the same direction the others disappeared. “Yui onee-sama?”
She should call for Ryoko, too, and part of her considers that, twists the thought through her fingertips, then shoves it down. She wishes she had werewolf in her heritage instead of vampire; a wolf’s sense of smell would help immensely with tracking. Unfortunately, she doesn’t, she’s alone, and it’s getting darker.
As Kyoko starts to call out a third time, she stumbles.
No.
Not stumbles.
Trips over…over something.
The something groans.
Someone.
Kyoko glances down. She freezes.
“Onee-sama?”
~
Thirteen Years Ago.
Kyoko hesitates. “I—”
~
Three Years Ago.
There’s not much left of Yui Samidare.
Perhaps that’s the point.
Vampires can be cruel when they want. They frequently use their thrall to cause half of a hunting partnership to kill the other while both are unaware, but sometimes, when they want to cause a different kind of pain, they do something like this, leaving their victim torn, bloodied, missing limbs, neck pierced as their body bleeds out, as they wait to—
To turn.
Kyoko notices multiple bite marks along what is left of Yui’s arms and down both sides of her neck. Her blood gleams in the moonlight. (It calls to her.) She bends down and takes Yui’s remaining hand in both of her own. “Yui onee-sama, I—”
Yui’s lips curl back, exposing her canines. Not long, not yet. Her human teeth will fall out within the hour, while sharp vampire fangs pierce through her gums. Already her skin is pale, already her hand cold and growing colder, already the thrum of her heartbeat steadily slowing. She lets out a bark of a cough, and blood splatters about her lips.
“I’ll find a soul,” Kyoko says, squeezing Yui’s hand. She’s not sure how she’ll do that, or if it will even work. She only knows that—
“No.” Yui rips her hand out of Kyoko’s and struggles to push herself up. Red already filters into her hazel green eyes – like Christmas, but bloodier. “I don’t….”
Kyoko meets her eyes, confused. “Don’t what?”
Yui’s eyes flicker – green to red and back again – as though she’s trying to maintain herself long enough to say what she needs to say before she becomes someone – something – else. “I’ll…I’ll hurt someone while you….” She coughs again, and it’s the same as before, only this time, there’s no blood. “You can’t bring back everyone I’ll kill or give souls to—” She cuts herself off with a third cough, tears pricking her eyes. “I don’t want to be a monster.”
Kyoko flinches.
“No, that’s not—” Yui stops. Pleads, her voice a thin whine. “We don’t have time.” Then she reaches forward, wraps her hand around one of Kyoko’s stakes, and pushes its point against her chest. “Please,” she says, trying to force it into Kyoko’s hand. “Please.”
When Kyoko hesitates, Yui gives her one last, gentle nudge.
Kyoko tightens her hand on the stake.
“Save Otonashi-san, if you can,” Yui murmurs, closing her eyes. “She didn’t ask for—”
~
Thirteen Years Ago.
Kyoko doesn’t look up at her papa. Instead, she stares at the stake in her hand, the dust on her fingertips.
She swallows her heart.
“I killed the monster, otoo-chan.”
Her hand hurts.
“I killed the monster.”
~
Three Years Ago.
Kyoko dusts herself off as best she can.
Not that it matters, when it comes to a vampire nest.
There will be more, and they will all die.
~
Three Days Ago.
Kyoko raises her palm. In its center rests a golden seed, smaller than the smallest grain of rice, so small that she can barely see it. “It’s so small.”
“Nyeh,” the mage says, rubbing her eyes. “Souls are.”
The seed warms Kyoko’s hand. No matter how small it is, it bleeds a constant, comforting warmth. She rolls it to the tip of her middle finger and tucks it beneath her fingernail, where she feels it warm against her skin.
This way, she won’t lose it.
~
Today.
The golden fleck like a mustard seed burns in the palm of Kyoko’s hand.
It burns as it presses into Junko’s heart.
It’s not like a fire, not anything like holy, but it burns, it burns, it burns, and yet Kyoko holds her hand still all the same.
The gold flicks around her fingers, up her arms, and it’s only then that Junko tears away, eyes flickering as that same golden light burns through her contacts. Junko coughs, sputters, rips at her chest with long, bloodstained nails. “What did you do?” she croaks out – a croak that is a yell that is nothing at all as that golden light engulfs her.
Kyoko wonders what it would be like if the fleck was larger. It could kill a person.
(It could kill her.)
Someone else might avert their eyes from that bright golden light, but Kyoko doesn’t, and for a moment, she’s struck blind. Then the light is gone, and standing before her is a girl who looks exactly as she did before Kyoko forced the soul into her, only the hole in her chest has disappeared. Instead, a scar in the shape of an exploding star – etched in gold – remains.
Kyoko stares at the girl but doesn’t say anything, just waits.
Her hand hurts.
Just like the first time she staked a vampire.
(Probably because her mama had a soul, too. There was so much her grandpapa refused to understand.)
The girl brushes her hands along her clothes, along her arms, along the new scar like a starburst etched into her chest. She runs her fingers across each stich and shivers. “What—” Her brow furrows, and she looks up. “Kyokyo?”
And still, Kyoko waits.
“Man, I really thought those seeds would work!” Ryoko leans forward and conspiratorially whispers, “Actually, not wanting to count seeds is super hard, and it totally worked, but only for, like, five of them. I don’t know how you pull it off, Kyokyo!”
Kyoko tenses. “I’m not a monster,” she whispers.
“Oh?” Ryoko runs a hand through her pink hair and winces. “I might be.” Her head tilts, and she turns to Kyoko, confused. “Wait, don’t you mean vampire?”
“It’s the same thing.”
“No, it’s—”
Kyoko reaches into her pocket and throws a handful of sunflower seeds into the air.
Ryoko screws her eyes shut. “If I don’t look at them, they can’t hurt me.” Then she cracks one eye open and stares at the seeds. “Or maybe they can’t hurt me at all?”
“Welcome back, Ryoko,” Kyoko murmurs. She flexes her fingers; they’re tingly and numb, but that will fade. (It will come back, too. Like her papa’s did.) Scars twist around her right hand and up her wrist, etched in the same gold as Ryoko’s starburst. She ignores this. “Let’s go.”
“Which means now it’s your job to help me.” Kyoko clears her throat and looks away. “If you want.”
Ryoko’s head tilts again, and the smile that crosses her lips is more Junko than Ryoko. She nudges Kyoko gently, then takes her right hand in both of hers. “I didn’t know vampires could get scars like this,” she says, brushing her fingers across them. Her eyes light up. “You know, I could make you some really cute gloves to cover it, if you want! Maybe some lace, or—”
Kyoko runs her tongue along her fang, tunes Ryoko out, and smiles.
