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Confession of a Yandere (ヤンデレ彼女の 白状)
Love’s Paper Crane 愛の折り鶴
#RegardingSaekiSayaka #FanFiction (#BloomIntoYou)
The four women sat in silence, pondering what had happened. Arisu and Touko seemed to have finally found a place of mutual acceptance, while Yuu and Saeki were trying to follow their logic. Even if the encounter between Arisu and Touko had been #unplanned, it had been an unforeseen boon.
Sarasa-san arrived with their order. “I hope it’s not cold,” she said, setting the tray down. “You were all having such an intense conversation, I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You see those two girls over there?” Arisu nodded toward Haru and her date. “Take this,” she said, handing Sarasa-san some money. “Bring them a pastry and cover their bill. If they ask who it’s from, say, ‘Someone who wishes to make amends quietly.’” She thought for a moment and then #called after Sarasa. “Oh, and give the athletic one this.” Arisu handed her a paper crane. “Tell her it's for luck in love.”
“I can do that. Enjoy your tea. And if you’re planning on watching the fireworks, there’s a little shrine at the end of the mall. Not many people know about it, but the view’s amazing.”
Conclusion
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Yuri #Yandere #Manga #Anime #LightNovel #Romance #Romancelandia #FanFic
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Confession of a Yandere (ヤンデレ彼女の 白状)
Touko and Arisu
#RegardingSaekiSayaka #FanFiction (#BloomIntoYou)
Touko thought the question over, giving it the consideration it and Arisu deserved. “What would I do if Yuu seemed interested in someone else?” she muttered.
“I’d talk to Yuu, and if she said she preferred the other person, I’d be content as long as she’s happy… But I’d feel awful.”
Arisu stared. “You would? You’d give her up without a fight?”
“…Yes. I wouldn’t fight it. I’ve spent too long taking advantage of Yuu’s feelings. Saeki’s too. But I don’t want to be that kind of person anymore. If Yuu… if she changed how she felt, then that would be her choice. I wouldn’t stand in the way.”
Yuu silently shook her head. No way was she leaving her girlfriend.
Touko’s voice quavered. “But I never said it would be fine; it would hurt—down to my core. I’d still love her. That wouldn’t change. But I’d carry my pain quietly, for her. Better to bury myself in my career than risk hurting her.”
Arisu looked down, bit one of her knuckles, ignored the hand Saeki offered her, and then responded. “I wish I had that kind of strength. But I don’t. I’d cry, #curse, beg, and follow Saeki around like a stalker—like before. I’d shoot dirty looks at the other girl too. If someone could intimidate her that easily, they wouldn’t deserve my Sayaka. And then... I’d go. If that’s what Saeki needed, I’d have to respect it. I’m not cold like you. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t tear me up.”
“No, you’re not,” Touko laughed with genuine amusement at how different they were. “You’re passionate in a way I never was. Saeki likes that. I don’t think Yuu would, so we’re both well matched.” She paused, then continued. “Maybe that’s why I turned Sayaka-san down. She needed that kind of fierce loyalty. Yuu doesn’t. If I’m tied up in rehearsals, she quietly does her own thing or comes to the rehearsal and reads a book she keeps in her #bag. I could never have given Sayaka what she needed.”
“Arisu?” Saeki asked, seeing her girlfriend’s look of deep concentration.
She responded slowly, thinking about each word as she said it. “So it wasn’t Saeki you rejected; it’s that you were unsuitable.”
If the conversation hadn’t been so serious, either Yuu or Saeki might have laughed at that turn of logic. But Touko answered with dead seriousness, “Something like that, yes.”
“Then you’re forgiven.” Arisu’s answer was just as serious.
“Friends now?” Touko asked.
“Friends.” Arisu nodded. “And I take back that crack about your being cold.”
“Thank you, that hurt.”
Yuu and Saeki exchanged looks, then shrugged. Touko and Arisu were in a world neither of them could fathom.
5 of 6 Continued
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Yuri #Yandere #Manga #Anime #LightNovel #Romance #Romancelandia #FanFic
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Confession of a Yandere (ヤンデレ彼女の 白状)
Touko’s Irony
#RegardingSaekiSayaka #FanFiction (#BloomIntoYou)
Unlike the others, Touko was unsure how much Arisu had grown. She could picture Arisu’s jealousy flaming out of control, wreaking havoc around her. There were plenty of emotive types in the theater, just like her. There was no telling what they would do when aroused. If you said the wrong thing and #bang there would be a scene. A statement Arisu had made on the way here returned to her: “I’ve even forgiven Touko-chan’s poor taste in rejecting you.”
“It’s ironic… You hated me for not returning Sayaka-san’s feelings and hated Haru because she might.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, Touko regretted it. It didn’t answer the question, except obliquely; instead, it sounded like a direct challenge.
Instead of rising to the bait, Arisu pressed Touko with a tough question. “Well, what would you do if you thought someone was going to steal Yuu-san away from you?” Her tone softened what sounded like a return challenge to an honest query.
4 of 6 Continued
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Yuri #Yandere #Manga #Anime #LightNovel #Romance #Romancelandia #FanFic
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Confession of a Yandere
Amber Teahouse
#RegardingSaekiSayaka #BloomIntoYou #FanFiction
The next day, the four women met at the Amber Teahouse to plan their day. Their geta-clad feet ached, and with the sun beating down, they were glad to duck inside.
The shop was busier than usual, full of people enjoying the festival before the fireworks, but Inukai-san, the proprietor, still had time to greet them at the door. “Arisu-san, Sayaka-san, welcome. You brought your friends Nanami-san and Koito-san. I’m glad to see you; it’s been a while.”
The women greeted Inukai-san, who bowed and resumed talking. “It’s busier than usual, so I can only stop for a moment. But I have a new tea blend from Kenya that you might enjoy. Arisu-san has had it and liked it. And Sarasa made orange scones that are a perfect match.”
“Kenyan will be fine,” Saeki said, and Yuu and Arisu nodded. “And the scones,” Yuu #added.
When the other three had ordered, it was Touko’s turn. “I’ll #pass on the tea but I’d love some coffee, if you please, with cream, and whatever pastry will go well with it. I remember everything Sarasa-san makes is excellent.”
“She will be so pleased to hear you said that,” Inukai-san said. The lilt in her voice showed the compliment pleased her as much as if it had been for her. “I’ll #pass your kind words on to her, but pease tell her that when she brings your order—ah, the corner table just opened up; I’ll go clean it, and you can have a seat.”
Inukai-san was as efficient as usual, and she cleared the table almost instantly. Then, with a bright smile, she was off to take another customer’s order.
Soon, only Arisu remained standing, oblivious to the other patrons sipping tea and laughing. Their chatter washed over her, unheard.
“Is something wrong?” Yuu asked Saeki.
“I don’t know. Arisu, are you okay?”
Arisu blinked and sat down, mumbling what sounded like an excuse.
2 of 6 Continued
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Yuri #Yandere #Manga #Anime #LightNovel #Romance #Romancelandia #FanFic #Yandere
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Confession of a Yandere (ヤンデレ彼女の 白状)
A Candle Not Fireworks
#RegardingSaekiSayaka #FanFiction (#BloomIntoYou)
“Arisu, that was Yuu on the phone. She’s bringing Touko to visit me and #view the local fireworks. She wants us to join them. They would like to get to know you better,” Saeki shouted from the kitchen, a “privilege” she had wrestled from her service-oriented girlfriend.
“I have to finish this costume and study. Plus, you wanted me to ace that stupid math test.” Arisu’s excuses might have run on, but Saeki cut her off. She knew this game. It was called, “Get Arisu to do something for herself, not ‘Mistress.’”
“That girl is quite a handful,” she muttered to herself.
Louder, she said, “You work too hard. They’re coming all the way out here to see me, and it would be nice if you joined us. Yuu likes you, and if you don’t pick a fight with Touko, it will be fun.” Saeki had to admit she wasn’t very good at this game. Like now, she had already switched to coaxing.
Saeki had to smile to herself. She’d never imagined the day would come when she would be coaxing a girlfriend to do something fun. Her high school friends would laugh at seeing serious Sayaka-san pushing to do something as frivolous as fireworks viewing. She wasn’t the same girl who had first met Arisu; even her language had “deteriorated.” She amended the thought to “become less formal.”
Arisu poked her head into the kitchen, paper #crane in hand and a smart-alecky smile tugging at her lips. “Will you wear the yukata I made you?”
Arisu was better at this game, Saeki had to admit. But she still had one card left.
“Only if you wear yours. No street fashion, no Lolita, and NO Goth.”
“Deal, senpai!” Arisu’s grin lit up the kitchen.
Saeki rolled her eyes at her girlfriend using “senpai” but let it go; it was better than “Mistress,” the title Arisu favored.
1 of 6. To be Continued
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Yuri #Yandere #Manga #Anime #LightNovel #Romance #Romancelandia #FanFic #Yandere
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Minashi-by-the-Sea
#MicroPrompt #MastoPrompt 8/16
The moon rose above #slumbering Minashi-by-the-Sea. Its #cream walls glowed faintly in the light. Unbidden, the caravan camels stepped faster, setting their harness bells to chime. The drivers laughed at libelous jokes or prayed to their small gods. The moon that had threatened to vanish now waxed strong.
Forgotten was Far Karabash, its walls decaying in the gloom. No caravans, jars of aromatic spices, or bolts of fabulous silks would enter its gates. The crystal fountains of Minashi-by-the-Sea ceased murmuring a dirge for its passing. Instead, the waters celebrated the new dreamer, who built rose-tinted towers and #creamy sand beaches.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Drabble #LordDunsany #Pastiche
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Return to the FATE GEAR
Chapter 9: Hoist yer spoons
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
Captian Mina paced the Fate Gear’s deck, which always #sloped so Mina was going uphill. Sorawo could imagine the ship silently chuckling to itself. Periodically the captain checked a large brass compass #finished to the umpteenth degree of shine, huge altimeter (shiny), and massive steam-powered sextant (blazing brilliantly).
Finally finished pacing, satisfied they were on course, she turned to her navigator. “Tell the lasses that grubs up.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Yuri said while her fingers flew over the keyboard.
(“Hoist yer spoons, lassie. Benimori got vittles for you in the mess,”) Fate Gear announced. A shrill train whistle screamed, signaling the same. “Get yer vittles on!”
Nana took over command as the captain walked toward the mess.
Nana’s first act was to turn on the Otherside pair lounging at the railing, mops motionless. “And you two bilge rats, wash yer hands and help Benimori serve. Look smart or you’ll feel a kiss of the Bosun’s cat.”
Toriko and Sorawo hurriedly complied and dashed off to help Benimori.
“Take these,” Beni said, handing enormous pots of warm, rich-smelling stew. “If you spill any of it, the ship will have your carcass for dinner.” Beni grinned as she waved a huge spoon.
“That’s not very pirate,” Toriko observed.
Beni lost her smile. “Let’s see you do better.”
“Slop any of this swell, I’ll be keelhauling a pair of deck rats before you can say ‘drunken sailor,’” Toriko supplied.
Beni whistled in appreciation while Sorawo rolled her eyes.
“These two deck rats better be getting this swell to the mates or the cap be slitting our sails,” Sorawo joined in.
The other two’s mouths dropped, and they stared at Sorawo. For a moment, it looked like Toriko would drop the pot she held, and Beni’s spoon wavered in the air.
Toriko was the first to recover. “Now ye be talking like a pirate, matey.”
#TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 23: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part I
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 7/25. Jewelry and fashion in your story.
“I didn’t see any rabbits when I was alive,” Emily began. “There was no warning of a problem, just suddenly there were flames. My last wish before I blacked out was to go back and warn myself. When I came to, I was no longer on the Hindenburg; instead, I was in Frankfurt on the day I’d left.”
The first thing I tried was speaking to her in her hotel room. I remember standing in front of the door, frustrated that I didn’t have the key. I gave the door an angry shove, and to my surprise, my hand went through it. That’s when it really hit me: “I’m a ghost.”
“It’s tricky going through things, but I managed to enter the room.
“There I was, putting on a long blue…” Emily began, and I waved my hands for her to get on with it. Clothing wasn’t what I was interested in. I wanted to know about Nazi rabbits and mind-reading studies.
“Anyway, I tried talking to her, but she couldn’t hear me. I was #nagging and yelling at her by the time we reached the lobby, and that’s when I saw them. There were two rabbits dressed—the way you saw—in those awful black SS uniforms, talking to the ‘kind’ officer who had ‘volunteered’ to drive me to the aerodrome.”
“I didn’t know if they could detect me, so I made myself inconspicuous. I wasn’t getting through to her anyway.”
“All I could do was drift along above the car, following them to the Hindenburg. It felt like floating through a movie scene, #severed from reality.”
“Wow, Emily is one adaptive person.” I hadn’t tried any of those things: passing through walls, floating, flying, and God knows what else.
Emily continued her story. “When we got to the aerodrome, there were two more rabbits. I don’t know if they were the same ones. They had the same black uniforms and death-head insignia. They watched me—her—board the Hindenburg. My driver nodded to a rabbit, a major, and they also boarded. I don’t know how many are on the ship, but at least three.”
“That’s the story. You saw me trying to talk to… myself. Oh, and I tried possessing myself with no luck.”
I thought I understood, despite the tangle of “I”s and “me”s. But for the future, I said, “It will be easier for both of us if you refer to your living self as ‘her’ or ‘Ms. Pang.’ And you”—I pointed at her—“as ‘I’ or ‘Emily.’ Is it all right if I call you Emily?”
She nodded.
#TootFic #Serial #PulpFiction #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP
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#wss366 #MastoPrompt 7/12
Return to the FATE GEAR
Chapter 8 Crystal Showers
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
“Make yourselves useful,” Captain Mina barked, looking at the Otherside pair. “Swab the deck.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!” Toriko roared, throwing up a sharp salute.
Shards of the crystal spheres lay all around and would have lacerated the busy crew’s feet, if not for their heavy, thick-soled boots. Sorawo would’ve called them clunky punk shoes or just clunkers, and Toriko thought of them as “cool and emo.” Either way, they spared the crew damage from the glass on the deck.
(“As well as being cool and emo,”) the Fate Gear commented, à propos of nothing.
Now that the Fate Gear was #flying through the ether, the ship was quieter. The creak of timbers, snap of canvas, and sharp orders of the bosun’s mate masked the anti-grav generators’ gentle hum.
Toriko’s energetic swabbing, combined with Sorawo’s lackadaisical help, sent cascades of crystal sloshing overboard. The resulting sheets of shooting stars lit up the sky and were long remembered as the legendary Tik-Tok Shower, named for the Tik-Tok of Oz constellation it came from.
As they finished, Mina approached. “You be real swabbies now. Can either of you swing a cutlass? Play a guitar? Drum?”
“Guitar? Drum?” Sorawo thought. Then “Why those?” slipped out.
(“Metal-powered steampunk.”) the ship answered. (“You best start believing in steampunk settings, Miss Sorawo—you’re in one.”)
Toriko started speaking, “Back in Canada, I…”
But Sorawo didn’t give her a chance to finish. Who knows what she’d say or what predicament she’d put them in? “No, none of those.”
“Any fantastic abilities: raging, berserk, kung fu, or spidey sense? Anything like that?”
“I can touch unreal things,” Toriko said.
Sorawo winced.
“And I have this.” Toriko pulled out a SIG Sauer P220.
“You’re not a eunuch, are you?” Mina raised an eyebrow, smirking like it was a private joke. Then, without missing a beat: “And you, swabby?” She turned to Sorawo. “Do #tell.”
Yuri glanced up from her console. “Got a tambourine, if that helps.”
Sorawo looked between the three of them, lifted her hands in surrender, and said, “Sorry. We were going to a party.”
“Ship, have Benimori bring this swabby the ‘Thunderbolt’ she used last time.”
(“Aye. It’s not quite rum, but it’ll do.”)
Mina ignored Fate Gear’s latest snark and addressed the adventures. “When we attack, climb the rigging and give my crew fire support. If there are aerial opponents, they’re your priority.”
Sorawo gulped, looked up at the rigging, her face green. “Aye, aye, Captain.” Her voice was a squeak next to Toriko’s prior roar
“You’re not a eunuch, are you?” Toriko smirked, eyes glinting. Her face all but said, “This is a day I’ll always remember—the day we almost got Sorawo to act like a real pirate.”
#TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #Metal #JMetal #Satire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG -
#wss366 & #MastoPrompt 06/27
Return to the FATE GEAR
Chapter Seven: Band on the Run
#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear
The Fate Gear surged forward as the crew #hit their riffs and licks, producing thundering music that assailed the sky. The anti-grav generators surged in time to Haruka’s drums. With every drum hit, it soared higher and higher.
Sorawo and Toriko began hearing heavenly music above them. A chiming of the celestial spheres and crystal stars surrounded them, bathing them in soft, melodic music.
“Is that Muzak?” Sorawo asked.
(“What would you expect of the heavenly host?”) they heard Fate Gear say. (“Bland, inoffensive, conservative; don’t make waves; don’t talk on the elevator—buy so the wheels of the economy never stop grinding—music.”)
Yuri’s fingers flew over her keyboard, and an announcement boomed from the bass amplifiers. “Alert. Alert. Incoming…”
The rest of the words were drowned as ‘the rain exploded with a mighty crash.’
The masts creaked, and the ship bucked under the onslaught of wind. Fate Gear’s engines whined at an inhuman pitch.
With Yuri’s fingers flying across the keyboard, new announcements boomed out. Even over the roar of the wind, the bass orders rang out, “Reef the sail. All hands to their stations.” The rigging screamed in the wind, and the sails groaned under the strain, their seams ready to rip. As the sailors took in the reefs, the groaning receded, leaving only the singing of the rigging.
Mina stopped playing and said, ‘But the band played on.’
“They just hit us with their best shot,” Mina said, smiling just before the ship surged forward, finally catching the solar wind as they breached the stratosphere, sending crystal shards flying as the spheres of the heavens cracked and buckled.
“‘And the first one,’” Toriko said, pointed to herself. “‘Said to the second one there,’” and pointed to Sorawo. “‘I hope you’re having fun.’”
Sorawo groaned. How could Toriko be having so much fun at a time like this? This was serious.
Toriko continued singing, accompanied by the Heavenly Host:
‘Band on the run’
‘Band on the run’“Must you?” Sorawo said. “And anyway, how do you know the words?”
“It was a hit song,” Toriko said.
“And garbage,” Mina said. “#Vending machine bubblegum pop.”
“Please stop,” Sorawo added.
“‘And the jailer man.’” Toriko pointed at Sorawo. “‘And Sailor Sam,’” she pointed at Mina.
“Stop!” Sorawo and Captain Mina said together.
Barely heard, Mina added, “‘Before we fall into the sun.’”
Band on the Run by #PaulMcCartney and the #Wings (All opinions are the characters and may not reflect the views of the author.)
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG