I Died And Reincarnated As A Tiger Prince?! | Demo

I Died and Reincarnated as a Tiger Prince?! | Demo

Byakko sheathes her katana and finally lets out a breath.

“My, such bloodshed.” She glances over her shoulder as the royal doctor walks into the building. “Bandits, I presume?”

“Mostly. But others… They seem like sorcerers and mages.”

“Magic users? In this environment?”

The building they were asked to investigate looked abandoned on the outside with cracks and ivy along with boarded up windows. But inside, it looked like some sort of infirmary.

“If anything, I was thinking of something with more materials for sorcery.” The doctor murmurs, walking over to a table with several vials of organic material and potions.

“Yosano-sama, I will continue searching the building for any leftovers.” Byakko announced, already seeing herself off.

Yosano watches her and sighs fondly, shaking her head. “It feels like a lifetime ago, and yet you still act the same.” She turns her attention back to the books and studies and drafts strewn about the table.

She wasn’t familiar with sorcery and anything magic-based, even though she herself has the highest level of healing magic, one that could save someone from the brink of death. But they already have a mage in the royal administration, one that she was familiar with. And yet she doesn’t recognize any of these drafts. She picks up one of the papers, frowning.

“What was even done here-” Yosano’s voice stuttered when her eyes continued scanning further the pages. Resurrection? Supplements? Dosages, very low chance… Her hands trembled slightly as she looked back at the various vials on the shelves.

Just what has been dealt here?

“Yosano-sama.”

She turns around at the sound of Byakko’s voice. “Byakko, we might have to return here another day. Something-”

Yosano cuts herself off at the sight of what was curled up in the other’s arms. A child, a little boy with abnormal platinum blonde hair like the moon and motionless white tiger ears and tail, his wrists and ankles bruised. Half-human children tend to have these features of theirs move when asleep. Yosano looks down at the papers in hand.

“Yosano-sama,” She turns her attention back to the royal captain, seeing the hint of anger in her slight glare. “He was found in the middle of a sorcerer’s circle, chained down.”

“What?!”

“Shh.”

Yosano stops herself from the sudden outburst, seeing the child’s tiger ears tremble slightly from the loud echo. She glances at the papers in hand. “Something’s not right…” she whispers under her breath.

“It’s best we return to the castle and report that we took care of the problem, but that it leads to something more.” Byakko said, already making her way to the door and Yosano quickly puts the papers down and follows behind. “No wonder your brother said for you to come with me. He likely foresaw this, that fortune teller.”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” sighs Yosano, thinking back to the conversation earlier today of Ranpo practically pushing Yosano over to Byakko just before she left the castle grounds. She sighs heavily and looks at the building they just left.

Yosano observes the other for a long moment, noticing the woman’s normally dilated sharp pupils being bigger and rounder as she gazes down at the boy in her arms. I never took her to be quite the mother. Yosano smiles at the thought. But it suits her.

“Seems like you have adopted a cub or your own, hm?” Yosano inquires.

Byakko simply glances at her from over her shoulder before turning back when the child suddenly shifts in her arms.

—  —  —

All Atsushi could remember was abrupt, shocking pain. Then the sense of floating. For a moment, he thought that he had died, which was the likely ending. The pain was unbearable compared to what the orphanage usually inflicted on him. This one was done by someone not of staff, but… a terrifying man of pure white hair and voidless red eyes. Truly, he did think he died, no doubt about it.

But that didn’t explain him suddenly… waking up again.

He was being carried, his head propped on a shoulder, eyes blarily staring up at an unfamiliar abandoned building with overgrown ivy. He suddenly felt a hand rest carefully on his head and someone came into view.

“Oh, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” the woman asks, magenta eyes looking at him.

Atsushi stares for a second before grumbling in pain, squeezing his eyes. “Everything hurts…”

“Where, by chance?”

“Head… my back… my hands and legs, too.” He opens his eyes again to see the other frowning slightly.

“What do you remember last?” she asks.

“I…” He swallows roughly and just shakes his head, burying his face into the shoulder. “I don’t remember…” Suddenly, something foreign on the side of his head shifts, and his eyes shoot wide open in panic but then a hand rests against his back.

“Shhh…” a deep ethereal voice hushes gently, and it calms Atsushi almost instantly even though his grip was still vice. “Things might feel different, but right now you are still hurt,” the voice continues gently. “It’s best we leave before it gets dark. By then, you will be treated by the royal family.”

Atsushi blinks owlishly. “R-Royal… family?”

The doctor hums silently, looking at him. “Seems like your memory has been affected a lot… What do you remember by chance?” she asks as they came to a wagon and the one holding him carefully set him down and pulled their cerulean blue shoulder cape to wrap around him.

Atsushi frowns and ducks his head only to go rigid at the sight of black stripes on his arms and legs along with his nails sharp like a cat’s. Before he could panic further, hands gently held him and he looked up to meet sharp yellow eyes, just like a tiger’s. “Do you remember your name? Age?” she asks.

Atsushi stares at her for a moment before quietly nodding his head. “N-Nakajima Atsushi… And I think I’m 14…?”

“14?” The doctor echoes, eyebrows furrowed.

“I think so,” he nods.

The two women glanced at each other before the doctor stepped next to the other. “I’m Yosano Akiko. And this is Kemono Byakko,” she introduces themselves to him. Atsushi blinks before nodding his head back.

“Now,” Yosano stands up and walks inside the building.

“Yosano-sam—” Byakko began.

“Just going to do something.”

They watched as the doctor disappeared inside, and after a bit of crashing sounds that made Atsushi wince at the sudden volume in his ears, Yosano walks out with something in her hands.

“Yosano-sama…” Byakko warns slightly.

“Oh, don't worry. Yosano waves a hand. “Just made sure we grabbed everything.” Atsushi stares before squinting in slight confusion.

“But you don’t have anything but those papers,” he points out.

“Quite! But that’s for later.” Turning to Byakko, “I’ll explain once we get back to the castle.” Byakko frowns before sighing quietly and looks back at Atsushi, gently petting his head before her eyes lowered. He stares back in confusion before gasping when she suddenly rests her hands gingerly on his bruised wrists, and a gentle blue-iridescent light covers the bruises. Atsushi watches in awe as the aching faded and the bruises completely vanished as she pulled away to do the ones at her ankles.

“Let’s get you home,” Byakko whispers, gazing at Atsushi earnestly before moving to the front to begin moving the wagon. Yosano pulls herself up on the wagon with Atsushi just as it begins moving and she looks off into the distance at the building.

“What else do you remember, by chance?” she asks.

Atsushi stares before looking down slightly, ignoring the stripes and claws for now. And besides his name and an idea of his age…

“Pain.” he answered.

“Pain?”

“But I should be used to pain…”

Yosano looks at the other before resting a hand on his head. “Feel anything different, then?” she asks.

Atsushi nods and looks around. “Everything is louder and brighter, and something’s moving on my back…”

Yosano hums carefully. “Do you know anything about half-humans?” Atsushi looks at her in confusion. Smiling, “Half-humans are humans, yes, but they are a bit different in appearance.”

“Like what?”

“Additional or replaced features compared to a human,” she explains. “There can be many kinds of half-humans, so a subspecies.”

“So… a different race?” Atsushi asks, feeling himself get tired.

“That’s right. But the most common of half-humans are humans with animal-like features. Be it cats, wolves, squirrels even.”

Atsushi yawns and slumps down, curling into a ball. “Am… I one of them?”

Yosano gazes down at him. “Yes. A white tiger. Surprisingly, we’ve only heard of such beings in stories as a lineage of legendary and brave warriors.”

Atsushi blinks slowly, the information having not been able to process fully. “Do… Do they get treated nicely?” he asks, eyes slipping closed.

Yosano simply smiles and rests her eyes as well. “They are treated as equal as anyone would want to be treated.”

The sun had just begun to lower to the horizon below the mountain their kingdom was set on as they came to the castle grounds. Wasting no time, Byakko unleads the horse from the wagon and lets the stablehands take care of them, and pulls the wagon to where the others were.

“Phew,” Yosano sighs as she steps off. “A single day of travel, the most I’ve been out for a long time.” she murmurs. Byakko nods as she rounded the wagon and carefully scoops Atsushi up, now bundled up in her cape and sleeping soundly. Her gaze softened slightly to see the child’s ears flick in his sleep.

“Now how do we explain to the royal family that you suddenly picked up a child of your own?” Yosano hums as they make their way to the doors.

“His Highness would understand,” responds Byakko and Yosano hums, smiling quietly.

“That he would,” she agrees.

Byakko felt a shift in her arms and looked down as ametrine sunset eyes fluttered open, taking in everything slowly. “Feeling better?” she asks quietly.

Atsushi hummed quietly, letting his eyes rest closed for a while longer as he rested against her. “It’s numb, but it’s uncomfortable. Feels weird…”

“It would be,” hums Byakko. She glances at Yosano who nods. “Hungry, by chance?”

It takes Atsushi a moment to realize he was starving. Thankfully, his stomach growling was enough of an answer for them.

“The chefs are likely preparing dinner as we speak…” Yosano murmurs. “Byakko, take Atsushi to the infirmary, the private room. It’d be best if we don't have the others bother him until further notice. I’ll go and retrieve some food that one who hasn’t eaten as of late can stomach.”

Byakko nods and makes her way down the hallway, parting ways with her. Atsushi watches Yosano vanish behind the corner before looking around once more.

“Where are we?” he asks quietly.

“The royal castle,” responds the woman.

A beat.

“Do you and Yosano-sama work here…?”

“Yes, but Yosano is a part of the family. But she's more devoted to his medical work than the usual duties compared to her brothers,” she explains. “I’m the royal captain guard. But I wish to be your mother, as well.”

Atsushi stares at her for a moment. “My… mother?” he echoes.

“Yes,” she nods her head. “Would you mind?”

Atsushi was quiet, thinking about it.

Back at the orphanage, there was never a set parental figure amongst the children. The most he’s seen was the oldest residence protecting the younger ones, which usually led to them being kicked out right then and there. Of course, none of them protected him. He was more trouble than what was worth.

But in books, he had an idea of what a happy family would be, and what the relationship between parent and child should be. It was nothing compared to the orphanage.

Atsushi looks up at Byakko. She seems nice… And she helped me, too. “Will that be okay…?” he asks, still hesitating.

“I am not a part of the royal family, even though they took me in all the same. I am but their royal captain guard. I don’t think they would mind me returning with a child of my own, one in need of help.” she responds.

Atsushi stares at her before humming quietly, resting his head on his shoulder. Byakko freezes up slightly before relaxing quietly, resting her head against his as they continue towards the infirmary.

(A/N: This is all but randomness I spewed out a day or two ago, and let me tell you my brain juices are running dry. But I still wanted to play around with the idea, so have this as a demo. Unsatisfied but satisfied enough to at least place it down here. The one I would make might follow the same outline but with a few changes in the worldbuilding [I'm bad when it comes to that] but everything is mostly the same!)

BEAST!BSD x MHA Y'all thought I escaped this brainrot, but no. I'm stuck here. I don't know how to get out. And it got worse. It has infected the unhinged side of my brain where it just mashes things together more than it should be. How? Look at the title again.

Basically: Beast!SSKK stay in touch after Nakajima and Kyouka take to the orphanage, with Ryuunosuke every now and then coming by to visit and see how the two are faring. Not only that, but to check in on the Book that Mori took with him upon leaving his job as the Port Mafia boss.

They were talking with Nakajima talking about a story that caught the attention of the majority of the orphanage's children. A world where having powers were normal, and that it's worldbuilding was quite thought through.

But admist their conversing, they suddenly hear the sound of pages flipping.

Before they could realize what was happening, a white light blinds them, and the next the coldness of night greets them, when it was last afternoon for them.

At first they thought an Ability got them and trapped them in some sort of dimension or room in hopes to get the Book. But that wasn't the case, as the simple white book laid right next to Nakajima.

The next thought was why are we 15???

Cue Ryuunosuke feeling a familiar rush of having full control of Rashomon again, tendrils of his Ability coming off the clothes on his back, hovering around them protectively without his command. And Nakajima all but panicking in silence at the familiar pain around his neck.

Because he killed the Headmaster when he was 15.

Before they could find out what's going on or figure out what to do first between the unfamiliar world around them, the possibility that someone is attacking the orphanage back home, or what happened to themselves, Rashomon suddenly lashed out. Only for her to stop short in front of a... small talking white rat in a suit.

Ominously, they suggest the two, "Why not take the entrance exam held at UA High School?" and vanishes without a trace. Nakajima is convinced his hallucinations are getting out of hand, Ryuunosuke snaps him out of it but agrees that the being could be a cryptid.

Deciding their options, they take to the high school, standing in front of its opened gates as students slowly by surely trickling inside; today seemed to be the school's annual entrance exam to evaluate to-be students.

But Nakajima is hesitant; he still had problems, is still undergoing self-rehabilitation, and is definitely not able to handle helping people when he's internally fighting with his Ability. Not to mention, they have the Book with them. Or a Book? At least a receiver of some sort, a closed gateway to return back home through their own copy of the Book. (The problem being they don't know how, having opened and closed this book multiple times for nothing to happen, and the insides all but blank.)

So they come to an agreement: Ryuunosuke would take the exam and hopefully-most-definitely ace the exams, while Nakajima goes around finding a place for them to stay.

Preferably a city in Yokohama, for a sense of familiarity.

Cue Ryuunosuke passing the exam with more or less the highest points in Rescue, getting into 1-A, and have shenanigans just begin. All but while keeping an eye out for clues on how to get back home but also something else whose eyes are on his partner...

(A/N: [faceplants on the table] I've truly fallen out of my prime =m="")

(A/N: It's a whole series~ Weeeeee ^^ | I am completely outing my ao3, aren't I-)

modern au but is it really?

chuuya has recently moved to the countryside from the busy city, for the change of scenery but also because it's closer to the hospital that is looking after his twin brother. verlaine and rimbaud think it's a good idea, for a change of pace.

anyways chuuya goes through the notions of being the new kid from the city now in the quiet countryside with their dirt roads, hokura(small shrines found on the country roadsides), and rice fields, as well as neighbors a good walk away from his new home. he adjusts well, surprisingly. his friends at school who claim themselves to be called the flags, his neighbor who frequently visits who he found calling her ane-san. and since moving, he was able to visit his brother in the hospital more often, whose health has been progressing slowly but positively. baki's now able to walk with a cane, an upgrade from his wheelchair!

but he could tell that something was... different about this side of the country. he couldn't figure out what the feeling was. and when asking ane-san and the flags, they all deduce that he was simply getting used to the airy atmosphere the spirits brought, as if welcoming them. that same night, he could hair faint whistling amongst the gentle breeze and rustling treetops.

—————

it was any other day where chuuya found himself laying amongst the grass, enjoying the sun on his skin. then just a moment later, he hears a skitter. but when he looked over, there was nothing. thinking nothing of it, he resumed minding his own business. this happens for the next few minutes before chuuya just got tired and snapped his head over. only to see a white fox from the nose to tailtip.

with his phone in their jaws.

needless to say, chuuya gave chase after the animal who raced off, letting out loud squeals that sound as if it were laughing. but in this current scenario, chuuya felt-- no, knew-- it was mocking him. they ran all over the place; his open front yard, down through the streets (it didn't help that he people were out and about harvesting their fields, they have a front row seat to the spectacle happening before them. the flags, definitely), and through the forest brush.

after chasing the white speck of squealing fur for what felt like a lifetime, chuuya finally first through the forest and... into a small clearing. it physically made him stop to take in the sudden change of scenery, as one second ago it was purely forest. and now... there's a path that he could tell has been overun by the grass. he could barely see the stone slates that help make the path. at the edges of the clearing, small but prominent stones with shimenawa encircled the clearing. and just ahead of him, a rundown and unattended hokura, a small stone statue in the form of a fox with five tails. five? suddenly, he hears a mischievous snicker behind him, and he whips around, remembering what brought him on this wild goosechase.

only to be met twin white fox ears poking out the top of curly brown hair, a glint in heather brown eyes accompanied by a mischievous smirk, and five white tails behind them and their blue kimono.

oh, and his phone in their mouth.

(A/N: Ayyyye, look at that! A bit different from the discovery part, but I like the outcome =w=)

BSD but what if Atsushi's hair wasn't cut?

I imagine as a child, he had at least shoulder-length hair, the height in which his current uneven bangs are. The stripe is still there, but the tips of his hair is black, a callback to his concept art. In some way, he was an odd child by appearance: natural platinum blonde hair with abnormal black edges and single stripe and almost piercing purple-yellow eyes? Unheard of and practically inhuman. And for a long time, he's hated his hair and eyes. It made him stand out when all he ever wished was to blend in.

Due to some... "divine intervention" (cough—Byakko—cough), the children weren't able to make due with their prank but it only caused a louder ruckus (COUGH—BYAKKO—COUGH). In the end, and because he was blamed for practically everything, the headmaster punished Atsushi, ending him with a large burn scar running across his forehead. (It was aimed to be over his eyes, but Atsushi moved his head. But it still hurt all the same.) Since then, Atsushi has began taking care of his ever-growing hair, especially his bangs in a way to cover his scars, and his piercing eyes. It was the only thing he could think of to try and hide the upper part of his face. And after several years and no more pranks (because the pranksters became {sparkle}traumatized{sparkle}), Atsushi's hair had grown past half way down his back, and his bangs no cover just over the tip of his nose.

Since meeting the agency and becoming a member, Atsushi still had his guard up when it came to covering his face. He got some tips from the girls and even Kunikida on how to maintain such a long length of hair. Of course, his coworkers were concerned that having such long hair could pose a problem during missions or block his sight, but it didn't slow him down thankfully. But it made them awfully curious. It was his pride and joy.

Until a small incident with/regarding Akutagawa.

Needless to say, upon one of their joint missions that got turned into a fight (because of unresolved feelings and unspoken words), Atsushi managed to duck from Rashomon's slash. But in doing so, his head suddenly felt... lighter. Literally. Turning his head to see his long hair, cut, laying on the bloodied ground and albeit a frozen Akutagawa on the other side, Atsushi saw red. He did not know what happened after his sudden rampage, but Dazai was grinning like an idiot while Chuuya looked impressed, terrified, and indifference.

Which lead to where they are now: back at the agency (Dazai dragged Chuuya and Akutagawa along) with the members all but staring in horror at his uneven cut hair that stopped just about his shoulder blades, fists bloody and apparent tear marks from under his thankfully untouched bangs. (Because Arahabaki forbid if Rashomon managed to cut his bangs).

Cue Yosano, Naomi, Kyouka, Haruna, and even Chuuya trying to salvage as much as they could with Atsushi's hair. Meanwhile, Dazai does some talking (read: prodding) with Atsushi to figure out what really is going on under his long bangs. But it goes on for so long back and forth that Akutagawa soon grew irritated and used Rashomon abruptly as a hairband and pushed Atsushi's hair back.

(Or for a more bonding moment, it happens when they fought: Akutagawa grabs Atsushi by his bangs, effectively tugging them up only for stand in shock at the other's gorgeous bi-colored sunset-ametrine eyes and such a harsh burn scar across his forehead, all wrapped together with the younger's panicked expression which leads to a whole lot of confessions and bonding and just- [gestures wildly] The potential)

Anywayssss, they awe at his pretty eyes, go through the urges of wanting to kill an already dead man, and while Atsushi still wanted to keep his bangs, he gets a bandana to both keep them out of the way but to also cover his scar.

(A/N: Yippeeeee owo)

BSD but Atsushi just... has the Book.

Whenever he was locked away, the place would be barren. It always has been. But somewhere in some time, the ground oddly looked uneven.

So, taking the chance, he pulled up a loose piece of the ground and saw it. A white book that looked to have stayed clean even when laying on the ground. It had no name, but it had a pretty pattern.

Atsushi had always loved reading, and it's more or less what he's used to doing. So he picks up the book and begins reading. It's text read of numerous, mystical things; fantasy and down-to-heart, future and the past, of celebration, liberation, adventure. It was as if all the books Atsushi has managed to read in the library, all its genres, all in one book.

It brought him comfort in this cold hell of his, reading the text to almost a brand new story the next time he finds himself in his gaze. It... It made him seek for the comfort the book has repeatedly explored, over and over and over again. Repeatedly explored the prospect of a family, a family the protagonist chooses.

But the headmaster always seems to disregard his thoughts, even downplaying them, saying that he won't ever find a family. That was all the more reason he wanted to keep this book, to protect it, protect their stories. Because he had an irksome feeling that if the headmaster would find out about it, he'd burn it and make Atsushi watch as punishment.

That has been several years ago, back when he was a child. Now 18 and facing all odds the headmaster told him, he found his family in the Armed Detective Agency. He has kept the book close to him but still hidden away, managing to sneak it out with him when he was kicked out initially.

And because of how much stories he's read from the book, the others would always come to him and listen to more. Atsushi didn't think of himself as a good storyteller, but oh well.

But oh boy was he not expecting that the book from his childhood would be the source of all kinds of problems they would be facing.

(A/N: I've actually written a whole other ordeal about this one, along the lines of Atsushi finding the book when he was locked away (I wasn't aware that the book would just be in the library like that, from one of Atsushi's flashbacks). But in classic ME fashion, it was sskk =w=" | Canon divergence, Atsushi is a civilian and lives with the Akutagawa siblings, and is always reading the book. Unfortunately I couldn't touch the idea to my expectations and ended up deleting it entirely. And even if I tried finding it, it's all but buried away in those many days and hours of the "Last Edit" part of Google Docs. regardless, have this ^w^ | And maybe one day, I can touch back to this idea.)

Modern!BSD but...

Atsushi, a criminally underrated fashion designer with his sketches more or less being taken off the internet and reused by the more greedy designers. And his muse, a model and internet sensation, and what seems to be the only outsider that sees through the bulls--t, Akutagawa. The same muse that inspired Atsushi to start designing in the first place. And mutually, the same designer that Akutagawa has followed since the very beginning.

Burnt out and, rightfully, done with the world, Atsushi is left with little to no will of himself. He hasn't been able to sketch outfits nor touched his sewing machine that it could practically collect dust. And while laying on bed, watching his designs being thrown around for what feels like the nth time that week, Atsushi impulsively decided on going on a trip, disabling his account temporarily and taking a step back from media. That impulsive decision landed him back in his hometown, to visit his sister and reunite with his previous roommates and roommates. Meanwhile, Akutagawa finds himself getting dragged along by his sister and her friends to what could be explained as an isolated village. But the insist on visiting for the weekend at the very least. His schedule was free, so they jumped at the opportunity regardless.

And in all honesty, this trip was all that Atsushi needed. To take in the fresh air, see how much (or how little) his hometown has changed, hanging out with friends, and especially the village cats that took a liking to him almost instantly. Maybe the village cats Atsushi remembered as a kid has told its kids about him and it just continued one with its several generations. Coincidentally, that's how he comes face to face with his muse, Atsushi pausing his sketching to pet some cats while Akutagawa peering over his shoulder, at first intently staring at the cats, but then noticing and recognizing the outfit sketches in the sketchbook.

Obviously, that encounter spooked both of them at their personal revelations about the other that Atsushi all but scrambled off back to his current stay, unfortunately leaving behind his sketchbook. And obviously, the companions of both ushered them to talk to each other. So after bumping into each other in the same place, with Akutagawa the one petting the cats, they start talking. And kept talking. If anything, Akutagawa's entire weekend was just him getting to know this faceless designer he has admired for quite a while.

By the end of the weekend and Akutagawa having to catch the train back home, Atsushi catches him in time to give him something; his most recent sketches that was inspired by this trip. Specifically: his time with Akutagawa. His previous sketches, Atsushi has only ever seen Akutagawa through a screen. But meeting him in person, Akutagawa was an entirely unique person. And for Akutagawa, this designer has always been faceless, only showing off their most recent sketches and getting angry over the fact that it was just being taken. And by GOD he's pretty.

It came to no surprise from either party that they developed a crush even as they continued talking and messaging each other. And when Akutagawa was given an invitation to some sort of awards ceremony with a theme, he goes right to Atsushi.

(tbh that was a weak ending on my end =~="" | My brain was slowly but surely failing on me towards the end, but hopefully my vision still went through and I could understand it later when I come back to this)