Non-despair AU
Mukuro Ikusaba has dealt with people all her life but she is hardly close to understanding relationships.
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How many years has it been since she left?
That was a rhetorical question. Of course she knows exactly how long it has been, even down by the days. She's meticulous like that or at least, that's what she wants to tell herself. She does not want to admit that a part of her remembers the number so well because she's still not sure if she made the right decision. The choice to leave. She does not regret it but she rarely looks back on it in fondness.
Ever since she left, she's missed out on a lot of things.
And then she started missing a few people as well.
So when her sister informs her of a high school reunion, she does not think twice. She immediately finishes her work contract and boards a plane straight for Japan. Her eyes are closed for the whole ride but she barely sleeps. Her mind is a battlefield on its own and memories and thoughts are fighting for dominance. She tries not to think of how beautiful her homeland is compared to the desolate minefields that she has been walking on. She tries not to think of all the people she has left and the connections she has lost because of her job. She tries not to think of how easily she made the decision to return in contrast as to when she left.
She tries but she thinks about them anyways.
And when her plane finally lands, with her baggage rightfully with her, she thinks of what could have led her to this. Standing in front of her is a classmate that she does not expect to see not until the reunion. She's not even sure if this classmate would even show up in the first place because just like Mukuro, she has a habit of disappearing.
Her heart thumps harder. Excitement? Anxiety? Danger?
She realizes too late that she is unprepared for this. She knows that she would meet people eventually but not this soon. And when she stares at the woman in front of her, the picture of calmness, she suddenly wishes that she should have gone back with her sister instead.
Mukuro was expecting a lot of things when she got back to Japan but not this.
"Welcome back. I trust your trip was pleasant." Kyoko Kirigiri politely greets her first.
Mukuro hesitates. "How did you know I was back?"
With a wave of her hand, she flips her hair in smugness. "Coincidence. You could say that I just got lucky."
Lucky. Mukuro knows she chose to use that word on purpose. She knows that to them, this word is almost synonymous to a name. The name of a person who is precious to both of them. She knows that Kyoko likes the word very much and uses it more often around Mukuro.
"Liar." She says blankly.
"I've been told that my jokes are getting rather stale." Kyoko giggles softly behind a gloved hand but Mukuro hardly flinches at her humor.
"Did you hear it from Junko?" She asks levelly.
"Yes. We've been keeping in touch." There's a glint in her eyes that she knows only Mukuro can see. "I hear about you from her more than I do from the actual source."
There's no accusation in the tone because there's nothing else to add to the truth. Mukuro's job does not allow for outside communication and even then, she only ever talks to her sister. A reason for that is because her contact list has become outdated. Another reason is that although she could ask her sister for contacts, she doesn't have the courage to actually initiate a conversation. And while it's no surprise to hear about her sister apparently prattling on about her without her prior consent, she almost takes a step back when she realizes the implications of what Kyoko has told her.
"You ask about me?" She questions disbelievingly.
"Of course, I do." Kyoko pauses. "I make it a point to know everyone's current affairs."
She's not really sure how to respond to that. "Okay?"
"But I wasn't lying when I said that this meeting was an unplanned coincidence." She smoothly steers the topic back. "I actually just arrived yesterday myself."
"I see." Mukuro makes a mental note about that.
"More importantly, have you already booked for a hotel room?" She crosses her arms.
She shakes her head. "Not yet. I thought I'd look for one once I got here."
Mukuro makes an effort to walk away but a hand holds her in position.
"Don't bother. We can share the suite I'm staying at."
"No, thank you. I don't want to be rude."
"You must have misheard me." Kyoko's smile is cunning but Mukuro thinks it suits her beautifully. "You don't get a choice in this. Now let's go."
She thinks she might have heard those exact words not too long ago.
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"You don't get a choice in this. Now let's go."
Mukuro did not need the help but she was forced to take it. There really was no need for aid because she could handle things on her own just fine but her assistant was ruthless. No matter how sharp her knives were, they could not cut through this person's words. Her logic would always cut sharper. Such was the person known as Kyoko Kirigiri. With her usually private demeanor, Mukuro thought that she would be the last person to voluntarily help her but just as she speculated, she could not understand her.
"Why are you helping me?" She was honestly curious.
"To repeat a certain someone's choice words," She paused for dramatic effect. "Do I really need a reason to help somebody?"
There's a smile hidden there somewhere because even though Kyoko's face was poker-faced as ever, Mukuro knew that she heard her in a smiling tone. And maybe a smile was ghosting on Mukuro's face as well because she's already heard those words before.
Mukuro also knew very well who that certain someone was.
"But you are not in the wrong for asking such question. I'm no good samaritan unlike him." She casually continued on. "I actually have my reasons. Two, in fact."
"Then why?" She's even more confused that she was telling her this.
"You looked like you needed the help or at the very least, the company."
"And the second?"
Her smile right then was just one of the first that would haunt Mukuro. "You have caught my interest."
And she wondered just what did she get herself caught into.
Although it was not the most normal of beginnings, that must have been the moment that they became friends.
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Kyoko easily picks up the conversation where they left. It's to be expected since between the two most reserved in their high school class, Kyoko is the more talkative one but the term is used rather loosely. She only talks when she needs to and she only does so in clipped sentences unless she's in detective mode wherein she could hold her own against chatterbox queens such as her sister. Mukuro wonders if maybe that's why those two have oddly enough bonded to form a unique friendship. But that is a question for another time, right now, Mukuro has to face a conversation that's been long overdue.
"How was it in the Middle East?" Kyoko sets the pace slow.
But Mukuro is having none of it. "It sounds to me like you already know so why bother asking?"
"Well I only know what Junko knows and and you know how she can be." Mukuro knows this too well how her sister can be a little more expressive and a little less factual when it comes to gossipping. "So is it alright for me to ask for the details?"
"It's classified." She blocks.
"And?" She parries.
And Mukuro relents.
"If you must know, it was fine." She sighs tiredly. What else is she supposed to say when her job is being a mercenary for hire? There's not much to say. "As fine as any war goes."
Kyoko pats her on the shoulder like how a mother would encourage a child. It's embarrassing. "There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
That's something Mukuro is still not used to from her. There was a time when she only saw one face of Kyoko and that was her stoic emotionless one that could win any poker game. But she's come to learn of the different sides to her like the playful nature she's showing right now. It's still hard to read her but she thinks that Kyoko is giving her hints on how. She knows this because Kyoko only shows her other facets with her, and with him.
But she does not want to think about him just yet. So she asks her instead.
Mukuro starts this time. "How about you?"
"What about me?" Surprise clearly written on her face. She did not expect Mukuro to try and lead the conversation.
She wants to ask something else but she goes for the safe question. "How was America?"
"Ah, yes." She stares at anything but her eyes. "That's where I first went off to. I'm surprised you remembered"
Of course, Mukuro remembered. After all, when the class finally graduated, the two of them were the first to pack up and leave. They went overseas to pursue their careers in different areas of the globe. They each had their reasons for attending Hope's Peak Academy but those reasons did not apply to college. After all, there was no college that could teach them, the ultimates, anything they did not already know. And rather than integrate themselves into society, they instead went for the safe and familiar zone of their talents.
Mukuro does not want to admit that she also remembered Kyoko's destination so that they could meet on the off chance that she'd get assigned on a mission there.
"First? So you travelled elsewhere."
"A number of countries in fact. I actually came back from the Netherlands."
"I see… And your answer?"
"Both were good to me. I've learned a lot from my trips but I still have much more to learn."
Mukuro is at a lost on how to continue. She realizes just how impaired her social skills are and how taking up arms in a war did nothing to refine them. Talking has never been her strong point and she could never be bothered to improve. She silently regrets not taking up her sister's offer to practice for conversation even if it was only over video call. She knows it's her turn to ask a follow up question but she does not know what. Thankfully, Kyoko speaks up first.
"That's enough small talk for now." And Mukuro almost regrets not asking that follow up question.
Kyoko's tone is questioning, almost interrogating. "Please enlighten me as to why you're here."
But Mukuro is unfazed. "The high school reunion."
"You're not wrong but…" She's staring at her with a calculating gaze and now her tone is accusing. "I think it would take more than a class reunion to bring you back."
She only flinches on the inside. "I could say the same to you."
"That's true." Kyoko smiles knowingly and Mukuro almost hears the words in her head before they are even spoken. "You and I are here for the same reason."
She knows that some words stay true no matter how many years pass.
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Ever since that unusual conversation, Mukuro began to see Kyoko more often. It wasn't as if she made an extra effort to be seen but it was more like a spotlight followed the purple haired girl now. She was always there in the background but she never really paid a closer look not until they actually talked. Before, Mukuro only noticed her when she was within fighting proximity or whenever she was around him. But since they talked, she'd see a flash of purple from the corner of her eyes and she'd be automatically drawn to her.
They never talked much to each other though unless it was absolutely necessary like for schoolwork, emergencies, and especially him. They never formally agreed on it but they had a working system. Mukuro would protect him during school hours while Kyoko would see to it that he got home safely after school. It was routine for them. His luck was just not something that they could take chance with. So they had this unspoken alliance to safeguard him from such accidents. It was strange how this all went past him without even noticing it but then again maybe it felt so natural because he never pointed them out.
"You and I are here for the same reason."
Every once in a while though, Kyoko would tell her this. Nothing good ever followed that sentence and the circumstances prior to the statement were always worse. The system that they've created only worked because they hardly had to interact with each other. There's no overlapping of shifts and no need for conversation. So when they do talk, just the two of them, it's never lighthearted. Something has happened to a certain someone and they need each other's help to get him back.
Kyoko's offer was just for formality. "Can we agree to a truce?"
"For now." Mukuro would concede each time because there were much more important things to do and if a truce could get things done faster then so be it.
And they work together, Kyoko and her investigative skills and Mukuro with her combative prowess, and they're absolutely terrifying together should you be on the receiving end of their wrath. And that's the thing, they're always furious together because goddammit, someone has kidnapped him yet again. There's only death and destruction left behind on every place they touched until he's finally safe and sound. And it's only when he'd earnestly thank both of them that the rage of their storm finally would calm down.
But before they part ways, Kyoko would always tell Mukuro the same cryptic line.
"The truce ends here. Goodluck to both of us."
She didn't understand at the time what she meant so later on, she asked her sister.
That was how she found out she had a rival.
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"Reasons." Mukuro corrects her. "I'm not here for just one."
"What a coincidence. Me too."
Mukuro does not believe her. The coincidence part. Between the two of them, nothing happens by chance unlike him and his luck. But for them, almost every move is pre-planned and no move goes to waste. Every word and each action of hers is calculating and deliberate, honed from her talent as a detective. She knows this well because second to her sister and him, she has spent most of her time with Kyoko. So when she says that she's here for more than one reason too, she hopes that it's only two.
Two reasons that just so happens to have names.
There is a smirk on Kyoko's lips. Maybe they're both on the same page after all. "Out of curiosity, is it alright if I ask you what your reasons are?"
"No." She answers readily.
She sighs. "That's not the answer I was looking for but then again maybe I asked the wrong question." Her eyes lock with Mukuro's in a heated gaze. "Let me rephrase the question. Just who are your reasons?"
And that's when all military training drilled into her fails her as she freezes on the spot. Mukuro does not know what to answer but not because she does not know the answer itself, rather she's unsure if she should say it in the first place. She knows by heart who her reasons are and she doesn't doubt that Kyoko already knows too but saying it out loud…
There's a lot of other difficult things she'd rather do than admit those reasons out loud.
Her voice is an octave higher than she would have liked. "That's!" None of your business, she wants to say but she knows the lie in it. As far as Mukuro is concerned, Kyoko is also concerned.
There is a lull in the conversation as they engage in an intense staring contest. Had their classmates been here to witness it, they would have called it the ultimate stare-off contest between the two ice queens of the class.
Kyoko is the first to break it off and she does so with a light chuckle, clearly she's the only one amused by all of this. "No need to be so flustered. I was only teasing you."
"..."
"Are you mad?"
"No…"
"You're cute as ever."
She giggles and Mukuro has to focus to try not to get distracted from how wonderful her laughter sounds. She's probably already red enough but her laughter warms her even more. She almost feels the embarrassment worth it. Almost.
A gloved hand teasingly strokes Mukuro's chin. "Really, you should be more honest. I don't bite."
She wants to retort with yes, you do but the words are stuck in her throat and her hand isn't helping.
"I missed you too." Kyoko lightly pecks her at the cheek.
And the words are out of her mouth as she catches her breath. "Me... too."
"See? You can be honest if you want to." She chuckles, satisfied with her answer. "And I didn't even have to bite you this time."
She flushes harder at that comment. "That was underhanded." Her voice is so small that she just barely manages to squeeze it out.
She just grins slyly. "That's why I always wear gloves."
Mukuro knows this to be a joke but what others don't know is that Kyoko is not the type to use her hands for light banter. In fact, her hands are a taboo topic that just like her hands, they simply cannot be touched. But sometimes, Kyoko would take off the gloves, metaphorically and on rare occasions, even literally. It's never around strangers though, not even around her supposed family. She says she only wants her skin to touch those that has touched her heart.
As far as Mukuro is aware of, she knows that only two people has achieved both.
"Let's move along now." Kyoko claps and motions for Mukuro to follow her. "There are matters that cannot wait."
She briefly wonders if she's been waiting all this time too.
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"There are matters that cannot wait."
That was just the beginning of the most confusing conversation that Mukuro has ever had. The classes for the day were already over and although that was Kyoko's cue to inconspicuously guard over Makoto on his walk home, the boy had made prior engagements with other classmates so she was free. They hardly talked without him in between so when she came to her with a serious face and a slightly different greeting, she had assumed the worst.
"What is it? Did something happen?" Mukuro asked while also scanning the area for possible threats.
"It's not the case of something has happened." She calmly shook her head. "Rather, it's that something should happen. Or perhaps, it's the matter of nothing is happening."
She blinked in confusion. "What are you trying to say?"
"I guess being blunt works best with you." She sighed and quickly straightened herself into an intimidating posture.
What ever happened to their simple and clipped conversations?
"What are your intentions with Makoto?" Kyoko just blatantly laid out the question.
It was too sudden and too incomprehensible that Mukuro was at a loss. "My... what?"
"Perhaps I should rephrase the question." She took a deep breath to ready herself and then proceeded to fire question after question relentlessly. "How do you feel about Makoto? And what do you plan to do with those feelings? Are those the only feelings you possess right now?"
The speed in which she spoke reminded Mukuro of a machine gun but her words were bullets of another kind. They seemingly had a layer of truth underneath them. But Mukuro has dealt with gunfire all throughout her life so even though these were truth bullets, she easily dodges them just like all of the bullets that's been aimed at her ever since.
"Why should I answer these?"
"I'll answer that on the condition that you follow through with your answers after."
"..." Mukuro did not agree to it nor did she reject the proposal. Instead, she let her opponent decide on what to do next.
Kyoko continued to speak unfazed as if she already expected her to stay silent otherwise. "We'll be graduating in less than a year now and I don't know about you but I may not be staying here for long after. That's why I want to make the most out of these precious last days with him and… maybe also with you."
Had Mukuro not been paying attention, she would not have noticed her gaze soften. But she did. She saw it, the slightest change in her eyes and the almost inaudible shift in her tone. Kyoko
may have looked detached but Mukuro knew how far from the truth that was. She knew better. This was a whole new level of emotions that she only saw when Makoto was with them. And Mukuro was just so confused as to how she could see this when he was nowhere to be found. Moreover, she's unsure as to what to feel by this.
In this moment, Kyoko was opening up to her, and onlyher.
"Whether by coincidence or not, you've become a cherished person to me. No, I don't think it's a coincidence at all. Chance is someone else's forte." She did not stop there. "We may have started out by being passively connected to one person but I'd like to think that we've come far together."
She didn't know why her heart was beating frantically.
"What I'm trying to say is that I have held these strong feelings and I plan to act on them. I'm telling you this because I feel like you have the right to know." She then added the next words as an afterthought. "And perhaps, I also want your input in this. "
And something in her just shattered. These peaceful days were just too good to last forever. She knew this would happen. She knew how much Kyoko liked Makoto and how that was reciprocated to a certain extent. So she thought that it was only natural that they'd get together. She knew from the very beginning that it would end like this. She just didn't expect herself to enjoy the journey. She also didn't expect to grow attached to Kyoko as much as she did now. But even so...
"I care for him." She finally answered with full honesty. She's not sure whether these words would ever find the courage to actually reach him but for now, she lets them be heard by someone just as trustworthy.
"I see..."
"And I guess, good luck with your confession to him."
There's a horrible feeling caught between her chest and her throat and she didn't know why it was there. Was it because she knew that things would change? That things were ending? She's not even sure what whatever this was. But she did not like the feeling one bit. It reminded her of something she had always pushed to the back of her mind at the first signs of it. This was such a human emotion and she was still in the process of finding her humanity. She almost failed to remember what it was called.
Was it fear? It probably was fear. But fear of what? Fear of losing Makoto? Fear of losing Kyoko? Both?
"Were you listening to me at all?" Kyoko's voice cut through her thoughts. "I never said I was only confessing to him."
"What?" She spoke on reflex.
She casually brushed off her response. "While we're at it, please tell me what you honestly think of me."
"You?" By now, Mukuro did not even have the capacity to think through her words. She just said whatever first came to her mind and they were all disorganized questions. "Why you?"
"Why me indeed." Her smirk just showed how rhetorical that was. She levelled her voice, goading her for a reply. "Let's set aside the why for now and focus on the what. Your answer, please."
And Mukuro was still too overwhelmed by the turn of events. What was she supposed to say? Did she expect an in-depth analysis? How much of an answer did she want? What did she think of Kyoko? In all honestly, she thought about her a lot. She thought about her more than she should have and maybe, she sometimes thought of her separately from when she thought about Makoto. There were too many ways to answer her question.
But the short answer was. "I guess… I care for you too."
"So we're on the same level, huh?" It was phrased to sound disappointed but it didn't sound like she was. In fact, she seemed quite pleased with that answer for some reason. "That's reassuring to know because the feeling is mutual."
Her words took some time before they sank in.
"Huh?" She didn't even bother to try and hide her shock. "Wait. Mutual?"
Her trademark sly grin was on her lips again. "Didn't I tell you before? Makoto's not the only one I'm interested in."
Mukuro thought that this time that she was the one who was interested.
She didn't know the name of the feeling back then but she thinks she's closer to finding out now.
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"Where are we going?"
"Patience." She tells her. "I believe we're right on time."
If there's anything that her training has taught Mukuro is that never go into a battlefield blind and that everywhere is a battlefield waiting to happen. No place is safe. But when Kyoko decides to drag her along downtown to an area she has never set foot on, she temporarily forgets her training. That's how much she trusts her. She does not know what exactly they're doing standing on this particular street corner, not to mention exposed to threats, but she trusts that they have to be here. Her eyes are constantly scanning but before she even finds whatever it is that they're here for, it finds her first.
"No way!" A voice shouts from afar. "Mukuro! Kyoko!"
And maybe Mukuro forgets to breathe. There he is, the other person she has been meaning to meet after all these years and finally seeing him, she realizes just how much she has missed out on. Out of the three of them, Makoto Naegi has changed the most. Without them knowing, he's grown fuller now, probably caused by a late growth spurt. He's taller now and his jawline is sharper. But when he tackles them both into an embrace, she is reaffirmed that he is still the same.
The same warm, safe, and precious Makoto.
He pulls back after what seems like minutes but even then, he keeps them at arm's length. "You guys should have told me you were already here! I could have asked for an early leave."
"It's alright. We just arrived earlier this day and finished unpacking, right Mukuro?"
"But you-"
"We both arrived today, isn't that right?" She places a well tempered glare on her.
"Y-yeah. Great timing, I guess" She quickly corrects herself.
Makoto feels that something happened just now but it's nothing too serious so he sets that aside. "Well, I'm glad you two got back safely."
And it's been so long since she's last seen that smile of his but her heart remembers. Her heart is thumping loudly against her ribcage and she finds it hard to breathe but she thinks that it's not an unpleasant feeling. Because a little breathlessness is worth the butterflies in her stomach and the safe and warm feeling that envelops the rest of her.
He's grinning so hard that it's practically contagious. "I've missed you both so much!"
"So have we." Kyoko warmly smiles.
"We missed you too." And Mukuro can't help but smile too.
"Oh, geez. Now I'm really happy." Makoto scratches the back of his head out of habit. "But now that you two are finally back, let me do the honors and make it official."
He takes a hand in each of his and they close the chain by holding hands as well.
"Mukuro. Kyoko." He pulls them in again for another heartfelt hug. "Welcome home."
The two women share a knowing glance with each other. As if their hearts are connected, they naturally say the words at the same time.
"We're home."
If home is where the heart is then the three of them are finally home.
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Mukuro Ikusaba has dealt with people all her life but she is hardly close to understanding relationships.
She's not sure what category Kyoko Kirigiri falls under.
Friend? Rival? Love interest?
But now that she's here holding her hand with her right and her left holding Makoto Naegi's, she thinks that maybe she's closer to finding the right word.
Partner.
And although she does not understand what exactly their relationship is, the three of them together, she thinks that whatever this is, she loves it all the same.
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Shinra-ex-SOLDIER
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OMAKE
Dateless
This was it. The fated day of the reunion. Makoto has been looking forward to this for years now. He hasn't even confirmed yet if those two are attending but something in him tells him that they will come. He wants to believe in them and he can't wait to see them again. There's so much that has happened and so much more he has to tell them and he just can't hold in the excitement any longer. Behind these doors are his former classmates and among them are his two most cherished persons in his life. He takes a deep breath and opens the door.
To an empty hall.
That's weird. Was the reunion supposed to be a surprise party thing? He started shouting. No replies. He shouted some more and he might have done something desperate had an employee not come in to check what the commotion was all about. He tried to explain his situation to them and the employee just had this pitying look on their face as if they already knew what was going on. They told him to check the date of the reservation and he did.
Only to realize that he mixed up the numbers of the month and day.
This was not the fated day of the reunion but at least he still had something to look forward to, right?
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BONUS
Bathroom Break
Somewhere, in a dark gritty alleyway, a random faceless thug was about to regret ever choosing the thug life.
"Hey, check out what I snagged today." He proudly held up his loot. "BOOM! Look's like that guy I swiped this from just got his salary." He laughed and the rest of his gang joins him. "He looks like he's from around here. I think I just found the lucky wimp who's gonna be paying for us for a while."
"I think I saw him right by the park. What do you guys say we go pay him a visit?"
This time nobody answered. That was not the reaction he was hoping for. "HEY! SPEAK UP WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU GUYS!"
Silence met his outburst. "What's with the silent treatment?" He roughly grabbed the nearest person by the collar and that's when he suddenly felt a chill across his spine. The person he grabbed was already passed out but since they were standing, he didn't notice.
And that's when the bodies hit the floor.
"What the fuck?" He tossed his hold and he tried to grab his hidden pocketknife.
Only to have a knife at his throat and a gun to his temple.
"Wh-What the h-hell?" He was sweating buckets now. His body shook horribly and it felt like he'd sooner get slashed from all his trembling and with the knife cold and sharp on his skin. He wanted to pass out right then and there but he didn't want to wake up dead. "Who are you! What d-do you want f-from me?!"
Silence. And then he heard a disembodied voice from the other end of the alleyway. It was muffled, probably to distort the voice from its original so he could not recognize it on the street. Finding the person doing this was the least of his worries. The fact that scared him the most was that there were more of them. It wasn't just the one or two people who were holding the knife and gun. Oh, god, did he accidentally trip up the yakuza?
"You don't know who we are but let me make this clear. WE. KNOW. YOU."
"It has come to OUR attention that you have been acting rather distastefully. Should you continue with your actions, we will not hesitate to deal with you accordingly."
He gulped audibly. "D-deal with me?"
"We will find you and we will kill you." The knife swiftly slid across his throat.
He choked and his hands frantically went up to his neck to stop the bleeding but his fingers only touched skin. He was surprised that there was no blood nor wound but the adrenaline of it all was enough to make him pass out purely from fear.
The thug was still unconscious on the ground so he never saw them take his loot away.
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit park, a clueless boy was frantically searching for his friends.
"Oh, there you are." Makoto let out a sigh of relief when two girls finally came into his view. "Where did you two go off to all of a sudden?"
"Bathroom break." Mukuro answered promptly.
"Yes, there was a line so it took a while. Sorry for not telling you beforehand." Kyoko supplied appropriately.
"We were in a hurry."
"Oh, and on our way back, look what we found."
"Here." She handed over the said item.
"My wallet!" He immediately went for the pocket where it should have been and stared at it disbelievingly. "What the? My vest pocket tore a hole!"
"That explains how you lost it. At least you were lucky enough for us to find it." Kyoko said smugly.
"Take better care of your things." Mukuro said with concern.
"You guys saved me again. Thanks!" And Makoto just beamed at both of them. "I'm really lucky to have both of you by my side."
It's better to have him believe it as luck but two women knew better.
What happens in the ladies' bathroom stays in the ladies' bathroom.
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OT3 FOR CHAPTER THREE
Ask and you shall receive. For the NaekusabaFanGirl who wanted this OT3.
This one mainly focuses on the development of their relationship dynamics especially on the Ikusaba and Kirigiri side because we have loads of materials on the other two. I just wanted to establish that first. So the next time I write for this OT3 (which is behind a long queue btw), it will be just FULL ON FLUFF! SO LOOK FORWARD TO THAT!
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Also here's an AU that I NEED but won't have time to write:
Triforce AU where Kyouko has Wisdom, Makoto has Courage, and Mukuro has Power. But instead of the two trying to beat the third, they're all actually really good friends so they're trying to fight their destinies and break the endless cycle of conflict.
UPDATE: It's already written! Check out chapter 9 Try Friends Not Force!
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We're going back to the regular naekusaba ship from here on out. Next up, the rest of the girls make an appearance! Why? Coming soon!
Anyways, tell me how this went for you. And drop by a request too even if you've already requested before, you can drop more when the idea hits you! See ya!