Rock star demon reminds me of Shougo its the hair for sure it gives a mix of Shougo and Hiromi tbh
It's actually quite scary how on point some of you are, haha. I was working on a comic featuring Shougo when I decided to come up with this character design. I initially wanted something of the same vibe as Ren from Nana, but then went for slicked back hair instead, and I suppose I unconsciously used Shougo as my inspiration.
I was wondering if anyone would notice, but then I thought, nah, it's too far-fetched. Who the hell is going to see the slight pompadour and go 'wait this resembles Shougo'. Especially when I can count the Crows x Worst fans on one hand.
Anyways, I've been proven wrong and I'm frankly amazed whenever y'all manage to get inside my head. I should be doing more fanart of the boys, but I don't trust myself yet to handle the original style.
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Upon entering the common room, they were greeted by an elaborate stage setup, surrounded by an audience and lots of cameras.
Up on the stage on one side sat Leorio. He looked stiff, sitting upright in his chair, gripping the armrests tightly. His brow was furrowed over his too-small glasses, creasing his small eyes. It was clear he was very nervous.
On the other side sat Ging. His expression was unreadable, his body relaxed. But the tension in the air was obvious.
And between the two identical men stood Shougo, a wide smile blossoming over his rosy cheeks. He looked as handsome as ever, his ginger hair framing his angular face.
“The results are in! In my hand is an envelope,” He held the envelope aloft in the air for everyone to see. “And in this envelope are the answers to all your questions! Ging, you were concerned that Leorio was not your son. But with these DNA results, we can tell you…” the room went silent in anticipation. Shougo struggled to tear open the envelope. He looked around nervously as he peeled the back of it off in small strips, letting them drift to the floor, like confetti. Kalluto watched on with unmasked delight.
The Oxbridge students were shocked that this was even a question. The two men looked so alike. When they stood next to each other, you could hardly tell the difference between them. Ging and Leorio looked more alike than - than - Kurapika and Sasuke!
Finally, the envelope was open. “Ging, you are NOT the father!!!!!!!”
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The city surrounding them was immediately recognizable. There was no mistaking the energy and vibrance of the Hanshin Republic, where both the people and the scenery were loud.
“Wow, this brings back memories,” Fai said with a sigh. Back to the beginning. The very first world on their journey. So much had changed since then. It was nostalgic, but melancholy too.
“I wonder if Sorata and Arashi would let us stay with them again?” Mokona asked, climbing up to perch on top of Fai’s head.
Even if they wouldn’t, it seemed rude to be in their world and not say hello. They still remembered where Sorata and Arashi’s apartment complex was, so they walked through the busy streets until they found it.
Syaoran knocked on the door, heart pounding. He wasn’t the Syaoran who had been here before. And yet he had all the memories of his previous self up until the events in Tokyo.
He was prepared to explain. He was not prepared for Sorata to beam at the sight of him and pull him into a tight hug.
“You’re back! How’s it going? Where’s Sakura-san?” he asked with enthusiasm. He pulled away in concern when Syaoran flinched.
“Well, a lot of stuff happened,” Fai said. He laid a gentle hand on Syaoran’s shoulder. “Is it okay for us to come in?”
##
“I see...” Sorata said. They were gathered in the small sitting area, grouped in a circle with mugs of tea. “I’m not sure I understand everything, but you’re a different Syaoran than the one we met before?”
“Yes.” Syaoran stared at his blurry reflection in his tea. If only the other Syaoran could be here. He would be delighted to see his old friends again.
Sorata rubbed his jaw, considering. “Well, I wouldn’t call it a happy ending.” He crossed his arms over his chest. He was sad to learn of the fates of the other Syaoran and the other Sakura, Syaoran could tell. “But you’ve survived such a perilous quest and saved your princess. You really did your best!”
Syaoran smiled, but he wasn’t convinced. He should have done better, should have found a way to save the other Syaoran and the other Sakura.
Well, he would keep looking. Someday he would find one. They weren’t dead, so they could be saved.
“That you’ve returned here to the Hanshin Republic is a cause for celebration,” Sorata was saying. “You won’t find cooking as good as my honey’s anywhere else. But you also can’t get okonomiyaki like in the Hanshin Republic anywhere else. It’s a tough decision.”
He did look troubled, so much so that Fai stifled a laugh. Kurogane caught Syaoran’s eye and rolled his toward the ceiling. Syaoran found himself smiling. Sorata was so optimistic and passionate. They were admirable qualities, even if they did make Sorata look silly at times.
Arashi, quiet up until now, spoke up. “Perhaps okonomiyaki would be best. That way we can invite other friends as well, like Shougo-san and Masayoshi-kun.” Her expression never changed, which was unnerving. But Syaoran knew that she was kind.
And despite her expression never wavering, she still managed to convey annoyance when Sorata flung his arms around her and gushed, “What a great idea! You hear that? My wife is the most lovely and brilliant. I’ll call the others right now!” And he darted off to the phone.
Arashi remained where she was with her hands folded in her lap. But her eyes sought Syaoran’s. “I hope you’re all right with that. The others will want to know what’s happened.”
Syaoran straightened his spine. “Of course. It will be good to see them.” He was aware that Kurogane, Fai, and Mokona were watching him. Their worry warmed his heart, but he would be okay. It would be so easy to pretend to be the other Syaoran to the friends that the other Syaoran made here to save himself the burden of bearing bad news. But it wouldn’t be right, and he couldn’t stand the thought of doing it. Clone or not, the other Syaoran was real. He existed. And Syaoran was the last person who would want him to be erased.
##
As parties went, this one was raucous but not quite as wild as the one in Piffle. Of course, that might be because of Touya keeping a stern eye on everyone to make sure they behaved while he fetched food and drinks.
Syaoran expected to be the one to tell the story, but the others took their turns as well. After all, he realized, it wasn’t his story alone. Fai sat next to Syaoran in the booth and kept his arm around Syaoran’s shoulders. Syaoran drew strength and comfort from the contact, and found that he was able to cry, laugh, and joke with the others. And there were tears.
Shougo was a good person for all that he was a troublemaker. He wiped tears from his eyes with his scarf, and after a brief silence of mourning for the other Syaoran, the first thing Shougo asked was whether he was as good in a fight as his counterpart. Syaoran was startled into laughter, but Primera was not impressed.
“Honestly, is fighting the only thing you think about?” she complained, leaning over the back of the other booth to pout at him.
“Hey, hey. No picking fights with our guests, even for fun,” Sorata scolded. “They only just got here. Let them settle in.”
More chastised by Sorata than by Primera, Shougo let the subject drop.
“What’s up?” he asked, noticing Syaoran looking around.
“It’s just that I haven’t seen Masayoshi-kun,” Syaoran said. Masayoshi had been the other Syaoran’s good friend, and he wanted to meet him.
Shougo twisted around in the booth. He had squished himself next to Kurogane. “He was here... maybe he’s being shy again. Oi! Masayoshi! Get over here!”
Sure enough, Masayoshi appeared through the crowd of Shougo’s friends and Primera’s fans. His faced was flushed and he grinned shyly when his eyes met Syaoran’s. “Hi, nice to meet you,” he said once he reached the table, and he bowed to Syaoran. “It’s good to see Fai-san and Kurogane-san again as well.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Syaoran said, smiling warmly at Masayoshi. “When I was watching through the other me, I thought that you seemed like a kind person. I’m glad that I got to meet you myself.”
Masayoshi blushed with embarrassed pleasure and wiped moisture from his eyes with his arm. “Thank you! I was looking forward to showing Syaoran-kun how much I’ve improved, but...”
Syaoran smiled. “I’d love to see it, if you don’t mind.”
Masayoshi’s face lit up. “Okay!”
##
It was in the early hours of the morning by the time they got back to the apartment complex and collapsed on their futons. As had become typical, Fai and Kurogane slept wrapped around each other. When Syaoran laid down, Mokona tucked herself next to him on the pillow. He fell asleep with her warm weight against his cheek and dreamed of fire.
The flames blazed around him and from its centre emerged a wolf with a horn protruding from its forehead. Syaoran recognized it. It was the kudan that had belonged to the other Syaoran. When it spoke to him, its voice was the crackle of flames.
“We have met before. And yet we have not.”
“That’s right,” Syaoran replied.
“I am the master of those who utilize flame. In the past, one that was like you made a contract with me. Your heart is as strong. Do you also wish to use my power?”
“If you will allow me.”
“Very well.” The wolf dissolved back into formless flames, which pushed into Syaoran’s chest.
Syaoran woke with his chest suffused with heat. The burning slowly faded into a more bearable warmth as he sat up and focused his breathing. Syaoran pressed a fist to his chest and smiled. It seemed he would be able to give Shougo the match he wanted after all.
