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[rootless]

So

heihachi

[treewhispering]

[SO TSUYUKUSA WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I WANDERED INTO COURT... HYPOTHETICALLY...]

[rootless]

[you mean other than not believe his nose for about five minutes

then get curious and follow the scent

then run through the possibility that it's idk his descendant or grandpa or something

and not catch himself staring before Heihachi does]

1/2

[treewhispering]

[but why are you staring]

Tsuyukusa?

[treewhispering]

[--WAIT you're different! definitely different!]

...What's going on.

[rootless]

[no i'm still

just

floored]

Heihachi...?

FOR MAKOTO

[didnteventry]

[Well, it sure has been an interesting few months for Makoto in Trainwreckville. Killing Shinji was a lovely way to cap it off, huh? Lucky for her the Tohsakas are a bit better at parallel world things than the Matous, so they're able to do some experimenting while she's apparently waiting for Byakuya to call her back home. It's not like she really needs to know that she's never going to be called back. The Tohsaka certainly aren't going to tell her about Shirou's murderous rampaging, after the phone call they got begging them not to.

So she's left in the dark for a few days, as Rin and Sakura mess with things in the basement under the gentle watch of their mother. And then the two of them, with Makoto, spend one late evening setting up a magic circle, in hopes of trying out a few leads they found in old books.

Only as soon as the circle's done and Makoto's stepped on it, it lights up all on its own without any prompting from any of the three of them. It seems someone's been waiting for an anchor point... and Makoto will find herself transported in a very disorienting and nauseating manner into a much more familiar basement, with a much more familiar Byakuya.]

Finally! What kind of stupid place did you get yourself off to anyway?!

[osananajimi]

[ when she can finally feel her feet on solid ground, makoto realizes she's been holding her breath. knees wobbling, she takes a few hesitant steps on the cobblestone floor before she exhales. this felt right; it felt like home and it sank in much quicker when the sound of her father (definitely her father) rang between her ears in a way no sound ever had before. she feels tired, sick and a little confused, but it doesn't stop her from clumsily stumbling in his direction, crashing into him and arms hooking around his waist.

she really doesn't waste any time before she starts wailing at him. ]

[didnteventry]

[He sighs and pats her on the head, sounding exasperated above all else. He's concerned too, though. It's been too long. He's been searching every day, blindly, hoping to find Makoto and a magic circle in the same place. He had no guarantee it would work, but he had no other leads, so he kept at it. After this much time, he'd nearly given up, too. Now he's glad he didn't quit. He couldn't rely on the competence of other people to have gotten her home on their own.]

I know, I know. It's been awhile, huh?

[osananajimi]

[ finally. finally. her home, her world, her dad. everything was definitely going to be okay now, right? she's been through a lot without you byakuya! her grip tightens around him the more she thinks about it. ]

I-I don't know what happened... I didn't know how to get back. It was really bad... !

[didnteventry]

I don't really know what happened either. We just hoped this would work. Looks like we got lucky, huh?

[Looks like this requires further headpats. Normally he'd ave extracted himself from the physical affection by now, but he figures it's a special occasion. He can be nice for a little longer.]

Kariya will be glad you're home.

AND FOR SHINJI...

[didnteventry]

[Meanwhile in the other reality where Shirou isn't made of swords, the twins are celebrating their first cover on an a-list magazine! How flashy! They have truly become the upper crust! There was a lot of really fancy food and really fancy alcohol and now Byakuya is leaning heavily on Shinji as they stumble out the door and towards the waiting limo.

Damn. The bright lights of fame sure are dazzling when you're wasted.]

[disenfranchised]

[ it's been a whirlwind to say the least, considering just a year ago they were barely feeding themselves and keeping warm. shinji certainly isn't above letting it go completely to his head either, considering they could have the wealth they had before and better living conditions to go along with it. not to mention the satisfying, smug feeling he gets from the two of them being "self-made" instead of trust fund leeches. tl;dr being hot and rich kicks ass.

he clumsily plods along, supporting byakuya all the while. geez, either his tolerance was pretty laughable or he got his hands on more alcohol than shinji realized. they flop onto the seats and the door is closed; the car starts moving. shinji sets byakuya upright, laughing. ]

You're not gonna get sick, are you? [ he's teasing a little. ]

[didnteventry]

Don't think so.

[He definitely had a lot. It was just so easy to keep going, not paying any attention to how many cups and glasses had passed by. Now he's feeling warm and dizzy and nauseous, but not quite that nauseous. Just enough so that he's a bit uncomfortable, and he stays close even in the car.]

God it's late...

[disenfranchised]

But it's okay, since I'm here and all.

[ shinji had never really lost the sense of appeal had for taking care of his brother, you see. if anything, it had only intensified as they lost the atmosphere of danger around them. granted, shinji's first love was attention and praise, which he was filthy fucking rich of these days. attention and praise from byakuya, however, was still a coveted, special treat. it's with a smile that shinji keeps him upright and stays hovering a little too close to his face. the back of his hand to byakuya's forehead, then both hands to his cheeks, shinji can't help but laugh. ]

You're going to have a rough day tomorrow, Byakuya.

for kariya

[prebeard]

[Tokiomi is not usually the sort of eat lunch outside. It's terribly unsanitary, and likely to ruin his uniform. But it is a very nice day, so he's been persuaded to come outside with his box lunch. He finds Kariya on a bunch in the courtyard, and approaches with one hand shading his eyes against the bright sunlight.

Ah, the warmth of early spring after a long winter. He supposed he can forgive the lack of proper furniture.]

Did you already buy something?

[swarmed]

[It went something like this:

It was nice out. With some effort he, somehow, was able to coax Tokiomi outside for lunch. Which meant he had to have a lunch to eat. Which meant getting something -- but the lighting was nice, and he has his camera, and without thinking he neglected to buy anything more than a box of strawberry milk.

So when Tokiomi finally appears, his first instinct is to quickly snap a picture to commemorate the occasion.

His second instinct is to lower the camera, recall his apparent lunch failure, and shove the box of milk up his vest to conceal it]

...sorta.

[prebeard]

[Of course. Of course Kariya has to take candid photos, as if his going outside is a momentous occasion that has to be recorded for future proof. (It kind of is.) He sighs, sitting down on the bench and holding out a packaged sandwich. He was prepared! Kariya never remembers anything important when there's something pretty to point that damned camera at instead.]

Here. You'll never grow any taller if you don't eat, you know.

[swarmed]

[Camera still clutched in one hand, he takes the sandwich with a slightly put-upon smile...

And lets the carton of milk fall out of his vest and plop on the ground sadly. With a sigh, he retrieves the carton and plunks down a bench.]

...I'll grow taller when I want!

[He says, annoyed, though the look he shoots Tokiomi is more expectant than anything else. Time to set the camera down in his lap and unwrap that sandwich]

I've still got time.

so

[endears]

[ hey tosshi, remember this. yeah I don't either.

let's skip ahead a bit, shall we? after much ado about nothing, the two of them have found a café. given how he went to so much effort to convince kida to come along, how he very nearly lost him, how this cobbled-together sorry excuse of a plan rested almost entirely on getting kida somewhere private, he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief now they're here. there's a lot left to do, of course, but the first step, always the hardest, is out of the way. not that he's ever been one to relax.

as for the café itself, it's a quiet place, one tucked away from the usual hustle and bustle of the city. it actually belongs to nitari's family, so after calling in a few favours, aoba has it booked for the day. this means the other few patrons are aoba's friends, of course, but that's a fairly inconsequential detail and can you tell it's been two years since i last played aoba. their drinks have already been served (just a plain soda for aoba because he's a loser), and now it's just a matter of waiting for whatever the hell it is they ordered. ]

So, what was Mikado-senpai like back then?

[concretejungles]

[He's still not sure what's up with this kid. It's odd to think of someone so close to Mikado and Anri, and moreso to think of someone who'd be so interested to talk to him. Given what they're all involved in, of course it's suspicious. But he's doing his best to trust that it's fine. It's not impossible for there to simply be a cute, talkative underclassman in the picture. Just because his life has fallen entirely into the bad side doesn't mean that other people can't have perfectly normal relationships with perfectly normal people.

So he's keeping his nice face on, poking at an annoyingly elaborate decorated milkshake and trying not to show any signs of nervousness.]

The same as always. He's a "first place" thinker and a "last place" performer! From the moment we met he's always been the prince of skinny nerds.

[endears]

[ honestly, it's not like he particularly wants to go through with this. not that sentimentality has anything to do with it; murder is a messy matter at the best of times, even after the hassle of actually carrying out the deed, there's the matter of proper disposal, making sure everyone has their story straight, distancing yourself from the event as much as possible, all things aoba would rather not deal with.

but of course, he's been cornered, and once again: when it's between his own life and kida's, there isn't any room for doubt. he doesn't like how he's been rushed into this, how he's been forced to come up with something on the spot, but he always does his best like this. when the chips are down and there's nowhere to go but up, aoba soars.

now, after that failed attempt at sounding deep, aoba feigns a smile. it's not exactly difficult to pick up on how kida's feeling, but that just means he needs to get this over with. making sure he's not being obvious about it, he eyes kida's drink, taking a light sip of his own. this one's safe, after all. ]

Ah, really...? I've always felt that Mikado-senpai is a very kind person. Kind of cool, actually!

[concretejungles]

He is a nice guy. And he's kind of cool, in a nice, awkward way.

[And in other ways. Mikado is someone Kida admires a lot, despite his outwardly shy and ordinary appearance. He has an inner strength and determination that certainly outmatch Kida's own cowardly insecurity. They're like night and day, honestly. Where one has a weakness, the other often has a strength. Although lately...

No. Now's not the time to dwell on unhappy things. He has to keep that smile up, even if it means hiding the falter behind the impressively quick disappearance of his milkshake through his straw. He'll be feeling that soon.]

It's not really something you want to copy to get popular, though.

[proteusmoon]

SO, how about a Fate/AU where Cecil is Diarmuid's Servant? |≖ω≖)a

[creaturecomforts]

Court AU, Kalaika/sexswapped-Tokiomi in a dressing room at the shop? Optional: they're trapped in it and can't get out unless sex.