Yuno:

_{— {♟} The bed feels unnaturally heavy this morning. Sleepy eyes fogged while adjusting to the sudden burst of light… A…ah, today was not good. Today was…}

      _{“W-w-wait…“}

                          _{The bed feels unnaturally heavy.} 

                                 _{U N N A T U R A L L Y      H E A V Y .}

      _{”– - YUNO! What…what are you doing here?!“}

      _{Call him dense, but it honestly took him that long to realize the awkward position he had found himself in. Immediately jumping to an upright position, the former grogginess had vanished, replacing itself with imminent embarrassment.}

^{{ o u t  of f i r s t  } ;;}  _{tHEY HURT ME TOO}

_{LETS CRY TOGETHER, OKAY, ANON~? ps just rewatched episode 22 and dskljfalsdjf it destroyed me akISEEEE!!}

i-am-shining:

These words hit him hard..like a bullet to his stomach. It was true..he did have quite an ego, and praise was a thing much appreciated. He was popular, he got praised a lot. And he had to be honest with himself, the more someone appreciated him, the closer he was towards them. But that didn’t mean he didn’t return the favor!

There was also something he learned about being around the others, when he was forced into a new school and had no choice but to make new friends. People like Mao, Hinata, Akise..they were different. They didn’t praise him everytime he beat a new record on the track. Heck, if anything he got lectured for his giant ego. But he learned from this, he learned that friends don’t always praise each other. They give each other insults too, especially when they need it.

And Yukiteru was spewing nothing but utter bull.

“Ha! You think I’m that much of a jerk? Maybe you’re right, I like it when people cheer me on, call me brilliant. But have you seen my diary? It tells me when other people are being as brilliant as me. Tell me, is that really selfish? I know when other people shine!”

It was also true that he had poked fun at Yukiteru through the years, but in all fairness it was just harmless fun. Kousaka really was trying to get to know Yukiteru, as hard as it was. But what did that loner do? He told him to stop bothering him, leave him alone. Was it really Kousaka’s fault he wanted to take the high road?

"There’s more to friendship than being just kind, you know! And you know what? Maybe I was being a little hard on you all those years, but I was just trying to see what kind of person you were! Sometimes I’m a little hard on people..but I made friends who are just as hard on me. And I go through all the bull with them because they need me, and maybe I need them. So don’t say I’m not a true friend!”

{.♟;;  _{He should have thrown a punch. It would have been weak, so pathetically weak, but it would be some way to transform his anger into action, some way to knock the stupidity out of that idiot’s head.}

      _{“HahahaHAHAHA! Now that's funny! Your…your diary?! Oh God, that’s really the last thing you should be talking about here!” Blood was pounding, so loudly, so thirsty for an act of justice against this idiocy. “That excuse for a diary is useless! You think it helps? Well, it doesn’t! You could have gotten something like mine o-or like Minene’s! But things about your so-called brilliance and the occasional acts of others? Hah! That’s nothing but stupidity! Guess it matches the owner perfectly well, huh?”}

      _{Anger was not often present in the body of Yukiteru. His emotions usually were balanced between self-pity and pain. But not anger. He was not very good at raising his voice or trading insults. His voice was usually leveled, never reaching decibels above the ordinary. Yelling meant squeaking; puberty was not kind to him. But he could still relieve some anger by ranting, by pointing out every stupid flaw in this stupid moron's stupid life.}

      _{“B-being hard on me? Haha… That’s your excuse for bullying!? Ha..ha… That’s gold, that’s real gold. Gee, thanks, what a great job that bullying has done! Do you know how much I’ve cried because of some off-handed comment you made about me? Huh?! That hurt, you know! To have you constantly pestering me, to have you kicking me desk, to have you BETRAY me and hand me over to Ninth! And then you say Yuno's the one lying to me?! That’s a lie! You’re a lie! I HATE YOU!”}

      _{He really was pushing it. He was aware of the cruelty he was dishing out, but it was not something he could stop. How dare Kousaka accuse him of being a bad friend? How dare he?! So what if they had different ideas of friendship? What it really came down to was whether or not they benefited from the relationship! Why couldn’t he see how twisted everyone was? But nooo – that pathetic shield of self-righteousness and the bigness of his head blocked his eyes from seeing how life truly was!}

      _{He threw the punch. A fairly bad one for that matter. His aim was usually above average, yet anger blinded him. His curled fingers had aimed for the nose, but ended up grasping the air. The momentum however had enough energy to push him forward, resulting in an awkward fall. How could he mess up on the first shot?! Oh no, oh nononono – how unlucky was he?}

      _{I’m really a loser, aren’t I? P A T H E T I C ! !}

      _{I’m a terrible, terrible friend with no reason to exist besides to wallow in self-pity… I know I’m not special, I know I’m a nobody.}

      _{But I won’t have other people who are twice as bad call me out for it. Especially people as stupid as Kousaka! Can’t he see that friendships are really for benefits? That there’s no such thing as a true friend?! Is his head that clouded?}

      _{Still on the floor, still in that awkward position. Yet too enraged to give up. “GO DIE, KOUSAKA! SEE IF I CARE!”}

itsuwarinogemu:

   _{{ ♪ };— - Her hands? The twelve?} 

   _{He blinked once. Expression still devious, though his eyes were closed this time. At this moment, he wondered what he looked like himself. A lunatic perhaps? Heh. It didn’t matter so, after all, his whole personality was a paradox in its entirety! Black and white. His demeanor was like saccharine honey on the outside, though a small intake of the sweet, golden sugar would destroy your inner organs with the deadliest poison.}

   _{”Intriguing.” Len started. Cerulean optics opened once again, a step taken to slightly close the distance between himself and the boy. “You seem to be one that enjoys recording and reporting, aren’t you…” Slender digits were brought up to tip his head back ever so slightly. Shadows casted upon his features, his eyes were now concealed underneath sinister shadows, his pearly teeth emphasizing on the devious smirk upon his features.}

   _{”I wanted to keep it a secret — us meeting that is— -“ A pause as a digit was brought upon his lips. It was true though. This information was being recorded? Oh, my. That was certainly a big no-no! He had to erase any tracks that led back to him. Just for the sake of anonymity of course. He had to stay apocryphal, his T W I N should N O T find him again.} 

   _{Who exactly is his twin sister?} 

   _Ah. 

   _{To put it simply it was someone that was as deceptive as he was. Someone who could play the game as well as he did. She, who weilds abnormal charisma as well as talent, she who did not view anything in a blind eye situation.}

                K͇̪͚̭̞͖̲a͙g͏̜̮͈̙͙a͈̬̬̭̜m̻̗͚i̩͇̺̖̗ne̦͖ ͠ R͙̦͔̙̫̺̟i̤̦n͉͍͚̤̹͝.

   _{”When someone has a secret, regardless of whether you have incentive to use that information or not you’d have to keep it a secret~” A pause as another step was taken.} 

   _{”You gotta lock it….”}

   _{[Step.]                                [Step.]} 

   _{”….In your pocket….”} 

   _[Step.]

   _{”And take it to your own grave.”}

   _{A mere arms length away from the stranger now; Len mustered up the most innocent expression that he could, his voice mirroring that of his own expression.  “But ne~ have you ever heard of that saying — - —?” Len inquired, as another small step was taken. Len opened his mouth to speak once again.} 

   _{”Two can’t keep a secret —” A pause as his finger zipped up to the latter’s chin, abruptly grasping it to force him to face Len. His nails didn’t scratch or sink into his skin, merely locked his face so that it wouldn’t be ripped away from his ominous stare.} 

   _{”…….Unless….                                                                                                                                                                           …One of them is D E A D.”} 

{.♟;;  _{The aura had changed. Talk of secrets and death, how could mere words composed of mere letters be harmful? But they were. It was a truth Yukiteru knew too well. Words were weapons, and one wrong move could result in a blow from pain. Pain visited him too often, emotionally, mentally, and physically. He wanted to get stronger, to cast aside bullies and trauma. But, haha – now that was something impossible.}

      _{The boy was quite mystifying in his ways. Those lips curved into that impish parabola, pointed teeth now visible. It was blatant teasing, but now it seemed quite demonic… Was he scared already? Nono, not again, not this quickly… He had fallen into the hands of Fear yet again.}

      _{“Recording and reporting?” Was that what he was doing? In truth, his mere existence was about recording, and he did not intend to report much. That was the fault of Gasai Yuno’s diary. “Don’t you enjoy jumping to conclusions? Geez, why want to meet someone as boring as me? You’re wasting your time.”}

      _{If this was a prank, it was going too far. His lack of emotion – well, lack of anything besides that taunting smirk – made it impossible to draw any information. It was unlikely that someone so mysterious would be one of the Twelve, but he had never admitting whether or not he was. Perhaps his intentions were to keep his identity secret as well? Deception at every corner, he is not one to trust.}

      _{And then came the skin-to-skin contact. A gentle yet strong finger placed against his chin, angling it slightly just so their eyes met. He had such icy eyes… It was uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that Yukiteru almost yelped. He did not like being touched, not by Yuno, not by anyone. Being touched meant being vulnerable. And he could not afford to expose anymore vulnerability.}

      _{“If you wanted to keep our meeting a secret, you’re doing a pretty bad job of it. Don’t you know? There’s no such thing as secrets in this world.” Big talk coming from a small guy. What was he doing? Trying to ravel himself in mystery just like the stranger? But such sophisticated language did not suit him… He would have to take a different approach, one that would reassure his life’s safety. “If you try to hurt me, she'll know. She’ll kill you if you hurt me.”}

      _{That was unknown. Yuno most likely would not hesitate to kill, but what if she were to find a new Yukiteru to love? She was always unpredictable, that girl..So beautiful, yet so unstable. He would keep her safe by not revealing her name. But he would still use her to ensure some sense of security. But despite this all, the uneasy emotion still remained.}

      _{H e   w a s    t e r r i f i e d .}

      _{“Sorry, but I’m not to interested in your stupid secrets. And I’ve never heard s-such a silly phrase. If…if you really want to vent, go buy some cheap diary and write in there.”}

      _{Who knows? Maybe it’ll tell the future as well! Haha…}

[ ooc ]

mimicryminene:

Sorry I got sicktracked also exprimenthing on how to improve my rping thanks to Yukki Mun.

^{// o u t  of f i r s t  ;;}  _{w-w-what?! omgomg i’m getting all mushy on the inside wowowow, thank you so much!! im inspiring yeeaaahhh distant sobbing in the background aaaa}

_{uuuuu sorry my advice sucks,you dont need it(youre very kind and omg i bet you can improve on your own and become even better than you already are!!uvu) You’re already really good, and it won’t take long before you become reaaaaally great!! :D what is great, i dont evcn know omg theres a perf yuno somewhere out there who’s perfection in writers form but im not great yet ahahahah aPRACTICE MAKES PERFECT, KEEP ON WRITING!! Experiments never hurt, right? After all, writing is about how it makes you feel! Be happy when you write! Be free~~~~ //sparklesparkle, motivation <3}

_{ps your blog’s music is really pretty i keep it on while i blog huehue //u//}

_{pps sorry this is so late, i had no idea there was stuff in my tag omg >____<}