So @kazinsblog And I Had Been Talking For A Bit And We Decided That It Would Be Fun To Collab On Something!

So @kazinsblog and I had been talking for a bit and we decided that it would be fun to collab on something! So I drafted up a story and she drew a comic based on it! We will link each other’s posts so you can check each other’s parts out. Here’s Kazin’s side!

But yeah! This was a ton of fun! And I hope you enjoy it.

Even CEO’s need TLC

How long had it been since their clash in the Mystery Labyrinth? Days? Months? Years? He didn’t know. And truthfully, he didn’t care to remember.

Ironic, coming from the detective who was an amnesiac at one point in his career.

But it mattered little. All that was important was the here and now. The ‘here’ in question being the grand penthouse suite on the top floor of Kanai Tower, where the CEO of Amatarasu resided. Not many were permitted access to this place. After all, it was the home of the most powerful person in Kanai Ward. But Yuma had… special privileges here, being the original of the CEO and all.

Currently, said CEO was in his room, hopefully getting some sleep. Yuma had returned to Kanai Ward to check on his homunculus only to find him exhausted beyond belief from overwork. Of course, he couldn’t exactly fault Makoto when he himself had been guilty of that exact same situation. So he had simply closed the laptop, and guided the poor homunculus to his luxurious bed, and had turned the lights off.

So now, Yuma was cleaning the penthouse to pass some time. He reorganized the papers and books, tossed the snack wrappers in the trash, and dumped out the old coffee and energy drinks that were scattered around the desk.

Everything had been nice and quiet. A peaceful evening that would hopefully result in Makoto getting a good night's rest.

But those hopes were tested as he heard something concerning. The sound of glass shattering coming from the homunculus’s room.

Yuma dashed over to investigate, slowly cracking the door open and peeking inside. Makoto was sitting up on his bed, panting harshly and staring wide eyed at the destroyed mirror in the room. A small statue was on the ground near the glass shards, the likely candidate to have been thrown to break the mirror.

But the destruction wasn’t the concern at this moment. Makoto looked terrified and he needed to understand why.

“Makoto, what happened?” he asked in a level voice. He kept calm as those fearful eyes shot to him, the rest of the CEO’s body tensing upon catching his original in his sights. “Makoto, I promise everything is okay. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“No… no more. Please… no more,” the clone whispered desperately, his body starting to shake.

Yuma had a feeling he knew what had happened. A waking nightmare, possibly recalling memories from his captivity at the UG labs. He had read the reports on what they had done to their perfect homunculus, and the only way he could describe it was torture. Makoto had been made to suffer in so many ways for no sensible reasons. And it was clear that his exhausted mind hadn’t been able to handle the memories as well as he usually did. Leading to the mirror’s destruction, likely a defensive reflex from seeing what he perceived to be another person.

But the detective also knew a good way to help. So he slowly stepped forward, his expression calm and reassuring. “It’s okay, Makoto. I’ll help you. I’ll protect you. No one can hurt you anymore if I’m here. Okay?”

Makoto didn’t reply until Yuma had climbed on the bed and sat right next to him. “You… promise?” the all powerful CEO whimpered.

Yuma carefully wrapped his arms around his homunculus, bringing the shaking body in for a comforting hug. “I promise.”

Makoto almost instantly leaned into the hug, burying his face into Yuma’s shirt. The detective rested his chin on top of Makoto’s head, using one hand to stroke the unbrushed hair. He made sure to continue to be careful, as the man was in a fragile state. But he had no intention of going anywhere.

After a minute, he began slowly laying their bodies back down onto the mattress and letting their heads hit the silk pillows. Makoto kept clinging, and Yuma didn’t let go.

Yuma then recalled a song that he had heard Yakou hum on multiple occasions when he had been that helpless rookie sleeping on the couch. A nice tune that helped calm him down despite the constant stress he had felt on a daily basis. Maybe, just maybe, this might also work on his double.

So he began softly humming, continuing to stroke the long bleached hair. He felt the other’s shaking diminish until it stopped entirely. The grip he had on the shirt also loosened, the shaky breathing evening out and quieting as he listened to the song. It must have been a familiar tune to the CEO, as another voice joined in as the song started for a second time.

A good sign, because this meant that Makoto’s mind was focusing on the song more than the memories. So the humming continued, their voices working together to fill the bedroom with their own music. They continued until halfway through the third repeat, when the homunculus’s voice started growing quieter and quieter. Soon, it had disappeared completely.

Yuma let his own voice rest as he peeked down to observe. Makoto’s face was far more peaceful, sleeping without a hint of worry. Good, maybe this time he could stay asleep.

But the detective didn’t let go, continuing to hug his double to his chest as he closed his own eyes. Companionship and accepting help were still new concepts to them both. But perhaps, this night could be the starting point of something. Proof that they could get better.

But those thoughts could wait until the morning. For now, the two could sleep. To rest with the one who they trusted the most.

I decided to try something a little different to my typical fics. This one spawned from a dark idea that wouldn’t leave my brain. But it was interesting to try something new!

Yomi manages to say something that really angers Makoto. And this time, there are severe consequences to those toxic words.

Okay, so I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while because I’ve noticed a trend amongst this fandom. So here we go. The poll.

@snivyartjpeg posted more doodles of the kokolight vampire au. You know what that means!

New fic, baby!!!

Enjoy the blood!

Taps, my beloved.

So glad people are recognizing him and giving him the love he deserves.

Taps warmup for the day + maskless Makoto

So I’m curious.

To the fanfic writers out there, what is that one line or paragraph that you’ve written that you are proud of and still impresses you that it came out of your brain?

Mine is: “Why must every action be transactional? Can’t someone be charitable for the sake of it?”

Feel free to share what yours are!