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A term for the awareness of transience of things, and both a transient gentle sadness at their passing as well as a longer, deeper gentle sadness about this state being the reality of life.
“Just tell me what I did wrong.” Kaito said the moment she got out of the women’s locker, and Asuka almost jumped back, because he couldn’t come at a less convenient time.
She just sighed and pushed him softly so he would let her pass, he put little resistance, but the moment she withdrew her hand, his was quick to catch it, entwining his fingers with hers.
It took all of her to let it go and keep walking.
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“Kaito-kun, can we talk?” Yusho said behind him, just as he was about to leave for the day. And he had to restrain himself from answering with a rude ‘What?’ and he turned around after convincing himself that he would not snap at his teacher.
“…Yes, is something wrong?” Of course he already knew what was wrong.
“I apologize, but yes, it seems like once again I got complains about today’s class, OTK, in dueling practice you did nothing but OTK every single one of your students, and not just that but the feedback you gave them was way too curt and harsh…” He went on and on, and Kaito tried not to face palm, wishing he just get on with it, behind his teacher he saw that Asuka was already on her way of leaving and he felt a frown set on his forehead and he balled his fists. “… I like that you’re stricter and have higher standards and that works for your older students who get quickly annoyed of being coddled but…”
Unfortunately, Yusho, being his annoyingly usual self, noticed where his eyes were looking to and he had to watch how Asuka waved him goodbye but didn’t do the same for him.
Their teacher stared blankly at him, and then back at Asuka’s retreating figure before his eyes widened.
“Ah…” He said as a way of reaction when the realization hit him, Kaito supposed that even the great Yusho Sakaki could get short of words. “… I do not wish to get my nose on your personal business, but maybe you should talk to someone?” Whatever look Kaito gave him, it made Yusho chuckle and put his hand up before he could protest. “Before you tell me that it’s not necessary, I’ll remind you that one of your students told me your dueling gave him the chills, and it was not the good type.”
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She missed him.
Somehow, her bed felt incredibly larger and colder than before, and it gave her no comfort to lay in it, and just like all the days as of recent, sleep had been eluding her, at least until her body was too exhausted and it gave in, but it was a restless sleep.
All because of the same nightmare, every time.
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“Fubuki that’s cheating!” Asuka, feeling much smaller than usual yelled at her brother – also, much younger – before kicking his shin, he was always so good at hiding how much it hurt and he simply lifted her against her will bearing with her kicks until she tired herself.
“I can’t help it Asuka, you’re my only and cutest little sister and whenever we play hide and seek I get so scared that I might lose you forever!” His face always morphed into the ugliest most ridiculous sobbing expression ever whenever he got into one of his moods.
“You’re so dumb,” She said puffing her cheeks and sticking out her tongue to him before turning her back on him. “And I’m not so little anymore! I won’t get lost.”
“Of course not Asuka, you’re smart.” His voice sounded older again, and suddenly she felt very cold, and the garden disappeared, leaving instead a deserted wasteland. “I’m the dumb one who got lost.”
His voice was so far away, and when she turned around she was alone, in the sand there was nothing except his duel disk.
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She awoke to a soft knocking on her door, the clock on her nightstand said it was almost midnight, and there was only one person who ever visited that late.
Asuka should let him keep knocking, she shouldn’t be getting up, and walking towards the door, luckily enough the rational part of her brain won at the last moment, just as she was about to open.
“Go home, Kaito.” She told him loud enough, and got no answer whatsoever, but the faint light under the door frame she could see two feet still standing there.
“You’re the one who called me a coward before…” He started, to her surprise he didn’t sound angry or accusatory. “…And now, I’m the one who had to wake up to a text message of you saying that we need a break right before blocking me?”
Yeah, that had been stupid, blocking someone who you saw every day at work anyway.
“Why are you here.” She asked after pondering many answers and being unhappy with every single one.
“For an explanation, you can give me that at least.” He said and she could tell he was now leaning on the door because he sounded closer. “Just tell me what I did, so I won’t make you upset anymore.”
“This is not about you Kaito, it’s because of me, and…” She had to stop before her voice broke down, how could she tell him? That someone had found Fubuki’s old duel disk and cards, but no sign of him anywhere? How could she tell him that she learned from others the fame he had in the battlefield? That after learning about it, she had been assaulted by equal amounts of guilt, disgust and regret? That because of his cruelty he was most likely dealt in a more definite way? That she had no idea if that brought her sadness or relief?
No, Kaito had done nothing wrong, she was the one who had no right to be with him, because of what she learned about him, it was like a weight in her heart, waiting to crush both of them?
So, she let him go before any of that happened.
“So that’s it? You had your fun and now you discard me like some old toy?” Now she finally heard some anger in his voice, good, dealing with his anger was far easier. “…You can try to pretend all you want, maybe some time ago I would have believed you capable of it, but now I can’t. Even if you say I did nothing wrong, I know… at least I think I know, you were the one always asking things about me and my life before war…and only now I realize I have never done the same.”
Why? Why? Why?!! Why did he have to be such a gentle person?
Against her better judgement she finally opened the door, to find him leaning in the doorframe, he made no motions to enter of close the distance between them, but she could tell he wanted to.
Because tears were streaming down her face.
“Fine, I lied.” She said, aware that her sniffles were making her no favors. “Happy now?”
Kaito took that as a sign that he could embrace her, and Asuka was so thankful because finding herself so close to him was a relief, as if she could finally breathe. She could tell it had a similar effect on him, because he burrowed his nose in her hair and took a deep breath.
There was nothing sensual about this moment, but somehow it felt more intimate than any other touch they ever shared before, and she was content with it.
“Is it okay if I stay or…?” He said, withdrawing the slightest bit from her, only for her to pull him back.
It’s nothing against y,ou Sora had shrugged, but I can’t really see you in a relationship.
Yea! Sawatari agreed, You’re like a mom. It’d be weird.
Asuka knows that she shouldn’t let simple words control her thoughts yet the conversation keeps replaying in her mind.
Asuka Tenjoin is not a mom friend and she prove it.
Out of same-age students in the You-Show Duel school, it’s clear as day that Kaito Tenjo is the most attractive one. Even Asuka can see that. The two have had a couple exchanges. but nothing to show an actual friendship.
As the fusion duelist walks through the school she begins to doubt her resolve as she looks for the xyz duelist. Her heart is pounding and her palms are sweaty.
Soon she finds the former Resistance member, and takes a breath. The hallways are empty, and based off what Kaito has told her in the past, he waits for his little brother to get out of class.
If I can defect from Academia, then I can do this.
“Tenjo!” Asuka shouts and soon sees she has the cipher duelist’s attention.
“Tenjoi-?”
Asuka springs into action before her courage fades. She presses her lips onto his and pushes their bodies together.
She can tell that Kaito is caught off guard, but he doesn’t push her away. Asuka grows a bit bolder and makes the kiss harder and moves her hands throughout his body, until she reaches his belt.
“Ten-Tenjoin,” Kaito says as he separates their lips after a few minutes. “Classes are going to get soon. People will see-”
“So?” Asuka can’t deny she’s enjoying the physical connect. And the thought of people seeing them together, intimate, excites her more than she thought.
The two remain in a standoff until the bell went off - indicating the end of classes - and Kaito pushed her off.
Asuka felt a bit a disappointment, not only from the rejection, but also from the heat her that is now left unsatisfied.
Before Kaito walked over to his little brother, Kaito spoke into the ritual user’s ear, “We can continue this some other time.”
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The winner of the Summer Solstice race would receive Asuka’s hand in marriage - a prize no one, not even Asuka, took seriously. Until a dark horse made known his arrival.
Robustshipping - Kaito x Asuka
Day 2: Summer
AO3 | KO-FI
“I’ll be bold today and ask you one favor. Goddess Asuka… may I have your blessing?” The tip of his crescent moon-shaped spear caught the sun in her view, nearly blinding her for a moment. She was forced to put her hand up over her eyes, anything to shield her.
What a joke – a blessing. Asuka could only scoff – there was always at least one every year that acted too seriously and attempted to make a ‘princely’ sort of appearance. Usually they were a friend of her brothers and she was meant to play along. “I don’t make bets on this game, so I’ll have to decline. But best of luck, eh… what’s your name again? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.
A stranger? Surely, he had to be a friend of her brothers. Some sort of obscure god alone at the edge of the world with nothing but his spear and bloody armor to accompany him. But he had gentle eyes, each a different color. “This will be my first game I’ve only just received an invitation. I’m a War God from the North.”
Of course. Those were only a dime of dozen. “Ah, then you’ll fit right in, War God…?”
“Kaito.”
A pleasant name, she decided and was ready to turn away. But he did not go and instead, he bit his lip and Asuka raised a brow; was that nervousness in his expression? Over a silly game? She couldn’t help it and laughed, trying her best to cover her mouth. She leaned over the bannister and laid her hand on his shoulder. “You better relax or you’ll get eaten alive. It’s all fun and games here. If it helps, I’ll root for you. See, my blessing and all that. May the game be in your favor, Kaito.”
There was a strange light in his eyes upon saying his name – perhaps a fire ignited, determination to win and bestow a high honor upon himself with the approval of a worthy goddess. “… do you wish me to win?”
Her eyes went wide and for more than a hot second, she was struck with uncertainty. That was… different. “You’re a persistent one. As I said, I never make bets but… I suppose it’ll be interesting. I always enjoy newcomers. I’ll be glad to see a new face around here – especially a face as serious as yours.”
She removed her hand from his shoulder and thought it the end. But then, his hand was quick as lightening – enveloped in his. She had never felt such heated skin before. “Then I shall win this game, Goddess Asuka, as you desire.” She had no wish for a winner – only an entertaining game to unfold.
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Every year during the summer solstice, a war game would persist for three days and two nights and upon sundown – a winner would be declared and given various prizes. Some years, it was a singular wish that none of the other gods could intrude upon though none cared enough about another’s business. Other times was the elusive and unnecessary title of king of the gods; how did one rule lawless immortal and ethereal beings? And lastly, perhaps the silliest prize of all was the hand of the reclusive Love Goddess, Asuka. Her husbands and wives were many and ever-changing.
The prizes had started by a bored death god and each year, he came up with a different one. But the consistent one was the hand of his precious sister, Asuka. He was granted her permission first year and thought it was a funny prize seeing as she was never serious regarding any of their brethren even though she had many an admirer amongst them. The point of the occasion was to enjoy the company, to let out some steam, and perhaps have an excuse to fight one another.
And as each year passed, most of the participants had forgotten about the prizes. The judges did not remind them, and the contestants did not bring them up. It didn’t matter really.
That was… until this year.
With the final swipe of his crescent blade, the dark horse contestant that no one had batted a second eye won out. Through the races and fights and feats of strength, he stood victorious in the middle of the ring with the sun setting in a glorious blaze of fire beyond him. Asuka wasn’t kidding when she said she had been looking forward to a new winner and so were others as they all cheered him on, chanting for the War God that appeared from nowhere.
They cheered and raised their glasses for a drink to celebrate the end of the games and the beginning of the summer. The ring around them dissipated and the opponents of before now put away their war faces, the anger and hostility and raised their glasses and ate merrily. Kaito merely avoided them – locking eyes with her and he stomped the non-lethal end of his spear against the ground, a clatter as the earth below them shook. The attention of the other gods was halted from the party, merely upon the war god and the commotion he caused, including that of the Love Goddess. His eyes were not festive. His expression stoic. He never faltered in his steps toward her until he was right before her. “Evening, Asuka.” He took a deep breath and a visible nervous gulp.
Asuka turned and Fubuki nearly snorted. Plain to see why, the look of a puppy love was always so easy to catch and an annoying situation for Asuka. But it was a festive mood and she wouldn’t have her spirits dampened. “Ah yes, my worthy champion.”
“I did say I’d win. You are… happy?” A strange question, as though searching for a confirmation.
“I enjoy new faces, remember? And as a good will to your determination, I did tell my brother of you and he made quite a bet. You’re on his good side now, so be wary.” Asuka laughed, downing her drink instantly. She had a few now but it was no matter, her mind was still somewhat clear.
“I guess that’s not a bad thing for me to be friendly with a death god… especially a brother of yours. But I didn’t win for his good side. You know that, right?”
She wished her mind was less hazy. It would be easier to decipher the tone in his voice, it was familiar – had it to do with how the fire in his eyes burned through her iced skin or otherwise, she was knocked from her thoughts by Fubuki immediately wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close as he laughed. “You! You, sir, are my newest, most favoritest person!” His other arm grabbed hold of Kaito, trapping him as well. The War God looked perplexed, as though he’d never been touched in a such a familiar manner – especially by a drunk god. “I welcome you to the family! Whatever you need, I will most definitely get it!”
Kaito tsked, the annoyance rushing to his eyes. He was so easy to read and Asuka found that terribly amusing… also terrible, since Fubuki was quick to exploit. She managed to free herself from her brother’s hold and instantly, stumble and drop her drink. Glass shattered and shards flew about her feet and in the blink of an eye, Kaito had freed himself from Fubuki and lifted her up, saving her feet from any cuts and scrapes.
He caught her off-guard, her mind still processing where she found herself. Where his hands were and how his fingertips burned worse than any gaze of his eyes. It nearly hurt – a strange sensation. The lights and sounds of the party around them increasing, ever more persistent. “Asuka, I-.”
“Hey now!” The sudden and loud slap of flesh and Kaito hissed in pain at the sting on his back – Fubuki had a strong hand indeed. “Only I can cart around my sister like that.”
Asuka wanted to kick him; she didn’t want to be carted around by a single person, least of all Fubuki and it was worse that he seemed to be fighting for the honor. And it wasn’t even Kaito doing so on purpose, merely helping her in a stupid drunken moment. She blinked once – twice, before an angry pout took away. She was ready to speak and tell him off, patting Kaito’s shoulders to be put down but instead, his grip was tighter – nearly squishing her against his chest. “I won’t relinquish my wife.”
Her mind cleared up in a hurry. It was not a sentence she expected to hear, completely unexpected. And she couldn’t pinpoint what she had said or done that gave him the idea that “Your what?!” The loudest her voice had become and the air stirring away from the festive mood to tense and stuffy, threatening to suffocate all participants who were starting to become aware of the scene.
His attention fell away from her brother, agape along with the rest of the crowd – back to her. “Wife. I won this game and that makes us married.”
Asuka kicked the spear in his hands and a loud clatter echoed as it fell over, his grip on her loosening as she was dropped from his arms. “Shut up.” She gritted her teeth and a noticeable chill was in the air, their glasses of wine frosted over. Even the top of his blade suddenly grew frost and Kaito felt the chill to his heated skin. Asuka turned away from him and to Fubuki with such angry eyes; she wished for his help. Anything to defend her against this trespasser.
Her brother huffed, stepping in front of her and noticed immediately how Kaito stiffened his shoulders, poised and ready to fight like a strutting peacock. “Hey, come on now… Kaito, you said? Let’s not make this a downer! Come! We’re all friends here and my sister won’t actually marry you. I mean, technically she can if she wanted to but honestly, no one’s claimed a prize before. Seems sort of dumb to start now. Also, between you and me – this is a terrible way to show interest in her.”
He narrowed his eyes and slammed his spear down to the ground, splitting it in two. A shockwave through the earth as Kaito huffed. The other gods slowly backed up, not wanting to find themselves entangled over such a dispute. “I won this game, didn’t I? And marriage to her is my prize”
The whispers in the crowd were small at first.
“Is it good to fight him on this?”
“Fubuki did make that a prize.”
Then increased.
“For sportsmanship, she should honor the prize!”
“He is within his rights!”
They were not on her side.
“Let him through, Fubuki!”
She could not and did not win this.
A God’s word was not to be broken and he did promise that – and ages ago, she had agreed. But it was never serious. She never thought there would be anyone across the earth so willing to bind her. “Asuka…” The sound of his voice infuriated her. Fubuki stepped aside, defeated and angered – no, maybe ashamed there was not much he could do to help Asuka in her hour of need. And now, Kaito held out his hand for her. A fire threatening to melt her down – worse than the summer heat surrounding them. “I shall treat you well.” And he had the nerve to still stare at her with such burning eyes.
