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[K] RoK Prelude shortstory Aftermath of the Nickname (Red Side)

K RoK prelude shortstory Aftermath of the Nickname (Red Side)
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Aftermath of the Nickname by Suzuki Suzu

“Hyaauwn.”

When Kusanagi, stifling a yawn, set foot in his bar, there was already someone inside. That someone was Kushina Anna, the current Red King, freeloading off Bar HOMRA. Seated in her usual spot on the couch, she was looking through a few sheets of paper enthusiastically.

Leaving the ringing door bell behind him, Kusanagi raised his hand in an easy greeting, “Morning, Anna.”
“Good morning, Izumo.”
“Where’s Yata?”
“Sleeping.” The red eyes glanced at the ceiling briefly.

Presently, Anna lived on the second floor of Bar HOMRA. It was that way when Suoh was around, and it did not change after his death. Although for a period she lived elsewhere, after having awakened as the Red King, she returned to this bar.

However, she was still only a little girl, even if she did have the power of the Red King, and with “jungle” on the move, there was no way Kusanagi could leave her all alone. As such, the Homura members took turns staying at the bar to guard her, but…

Kusanagi sighed heavily and stared at the ceiling as well.

“What a hopeless guy. He’s completely lacking understanding of what being the Princess’s knight means.”
“…So you, too, would prefer "Princess”, after all, Izumo?“
"Huh?”

Kusanagi, who didn’t expect that sort of reply to his casual comment, blinked in surprise. As Anna shifted her gaze back to look down at the sheet in her hand, Kusanagi went around the couch and peeked at the sheet over Anna’s head.

Written down on it were all those nicknames that the idiots thought up for Anna.

Among them, there was a line that read, “The Red King’s route "Princess Anna” who is loved and protected by her knights" astounding in its unadulterated stupidity.

“…Would it be better if I acted like this?”
“No, no, no, no, no! I-It wouldn’t, Anna, I assure you!”

The idiots’ stupid discussion, that started with the idea to come up with a nickname, or rather, a second name for Anna, escalated, taking progressively more nonsensical turns, until it bore fruit - an absolutely abysmal and hopelessly embarrassing title that they tried to push on Anna. Anna wanted no piece of it, and her brutally cool-headed comments tore it to shreds. All of it happened only yesterday, but Kusanagi, after sleeping on it, forgot about the whole ordeal completely.

Anna, however, apparently hadn’t.

“…Ohime-sama… Princess… Sir Kusanagi…”
“Calm down! Get a hold of yourself!”

Kusanagi grabbed the girl, who began muttering under her breath, by the shoulders and shook her violently. When she looked back at him, her crimson eyes were alight with uncertainty.

“O-Okay, listen, Anna. As I’ve already told you yesterday, that schtick is a temporary disease that only 2nd year middle school boys catch, something like measles, if you want. And it’s absolutely not something you should concern yourself with!”
“Really? Then it’s OK if I don’t become Princess Anna?”
“That’s right! You just need to be yourself, is all!”

Lucidity started to return into Anna’s eyes, and Kusanagi felt immensely relieved. He knew that Anna, being so painfully young, tended to be swayed by things pertaining to her kingly power and the responsibility she shouldered, but he never imagined that some stupid idle gossip would cause her so much worry, although that it did probably went to show just how pure Anna was. ‘Oh boy, purity of a child is a seriously scary thing,’ Kusanagi muttered to himself in his mind.

Anna inclined her head to the side and smiled a little with her eyes. “…I understand. Thank you, Izumo.”
“You’re welcome. But, well, they sure put a lot of thought in it,” Kusanagi said with a smile pointing to the sheet in Anna’s hand.

Anna looked at it again and whispered quietly, “…"Scarlet Lady Anna”…“

”…Anna?“ Kusanagi called out to her on an instinct, and the reply came in an uneven, shaken voice.
"I-It’s nothing.”
“Don’t tell me you actually like it?”
“No!”

Denial was immediate and was accompanied by a glare in Kusanagi’s direction. Moreover, her abnormally pale cheeks were flushed - probably with shame.

Izumo’s jaw dropped, and he knew he needed to pick it up off the floor asap. Because if he didn’t, he was in a very real danger of bursting out laughing, and if he did end up laughing, Anna would not talk to him for all eternity to come - or at least for the whole of the next week for sure.

“Of course you wouldn’t. Alright, I’ll dispose of these then.”
“Ah…”

As Kusanagi promptly snatched the sheets away from Anna, she made a little disappointed noise.

Hiding those pieces of paper that could very well be called dangerous in a certain sense in his pocket, Kusanagi thought, ’…Oh well, Anna is almost of a 2nd year middle school student age herself, I guess.’

T/N: 2nd year middle school student disease is none other than the famous “chuunibyou”, sometimes translated as “delusions of grandeur”.

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Fushimi: Jeez, this is so troublesome. Why do I have to do this, anyway?
Munakata: This is not something warrantying complaining. As the members of the public morals committee, it is our duty to inspect students coming to school once a season.
Fushimi: But it doesn’t mean that I have to line up in front of the main gate together with another dude so early in the morning. So stupid.
Munakata: If you wake up early, you still have enough time to have light breakfast. It is also good for stimulating your brain’s activity. Good things all around, do you not agree?
Fushimi: I can’t eat anything in the morning though.
Munakata: Oya, that is no good. I will not say that you always have to eat a three-plate meal like I do, but how does consuming at least a banana and a yogurt in the morning sound to you?
Fushimi: Shitsuchou, you’re being oddly positive about this kind of work, huh. Why is that?
Munakata: Simple. I believe that protecting things that, on their own, each seem completely trivial leads to protecting public morals and, in turn, ties in with reforming the school as a whole.
Fushimi: Way to exaggerate.
Munakata: Hmm. So that is the way you chose to take my words… Then, allow me to ask: why do you dislike this work so much?
Fushimi: Why, you ask?
Munakata: As far as I know, you may have a lot to say, but you always accomplish the task you are given and produce results better than expected. I do not know whether it is due to your pride, sense of duty, or simply your serious nature, but that trait is what I appreciate about you the most.
Fushimi: Well, thank you…
Munakata: However, this time I feel like your motivation is even lower than usual. Why is it, I wonder.
Fushimi: “Why is it”, eh? Then allow me to answer honestly: because it’s worthless, ridiculous and stupid.
Munakata: Why, exactly?
Fushimi: Because it is? I just fail to see any meaning in measuring the length of the female students’ skirts and rummaging in their bags to make sure that they didn’t bring cosmetic products to school.
Munakata: I think you are misunderstanding something.
Fushimi: I hate this sort of nitpicky anal retentive enforced regulations the most. Why even bother to perform inspections like this in a school with the environment as lax as in this Academy? Why not just let them all be? Who cares how the girls look or what they’re trying to bring to school?
Munakata: Haah. Good grief.

*steps*
Munakata: Oya. Today’s first student has arrived, it seems. Fushimi-kun, no matter how unwilling you may be, work is work, so let us get ready and do our best.
*steps coming closer*
Munakata: Good morning.
Kukuri: Good morning, Munakata-senpai, and Fushimi-kun. Are you in the middle of your public morals committee work? Thank you for your efforts!
Munakata: Thank you, too. You are quite early, are you not, Yukizome-kun?
Kukuri: Yes, I am! I’m on day duty today.
Munakata: Yukizome-kun, I sincerely apologize, but what I am about to ask is one of my duties. I would like your permission to inspect your personal belongings.
Fushimi: Tch, you’re already going ahead with this anal retentive inspection even though the words are barely out of your mouth yet.
Kukuri: Of course, you have my permission. I will cooperate willingly and with pleasure!
Munakata: Understood, thank you. Now, excuse me.
Fushimi: Wait, shitsuchou! What the hell are you doing?!
Kukuri: Eh? Oh no, Munakata-senpai! Please don’t stare at my legs so much while crouching down! It’s embarrassing.
Munakata: Yukizome-kun.
Kukuri: Y-Yes?
Munakata: I am very interested in what is under your skirt. Would you please pull up the hem a little and show me?
Fushimi: Are you a pervert…?
Munakata: Yukizome-kun, I am serious.
Kukuri: N-No way…
Munakata: I would much prefer to avoid saying such things, but… this is my order as the president of the public morals committee who exists to amend public morals in this school.
Fushimi: You don’t have to listen to that kind of order! Shitsuchou, are you really off your rocker?!
Munakata: Yukizome-kun!
Kukuri: R-Right! Ahhh!
*things falling and clanking*
Kukuri: Something came falling down…
Munakata: Hm. Just like I suspected.
Fushimi: Wh…! What is all this…?
Munakata: A folding knife, a hunting knife, a butterfly knife, a ballistic knife, and also the famous curved Gurkha knife utilized by the Gurkha soldiers, also known as “khukuri”, huh?
Kukuri: Ah, oh no! How embarrassing! Such an incredible knife has the same name as me!
Fushimi: Hey, you. You’re seriously off the mark about what you should feel embarrassed about.
Munakata: My, my. How shameful. That is quite a lot you managed to stuff inside your skirt.
Fushimi: I see. You stuffed it into your garterbelt, huh. You sure know your dirty tricks, eh.
Kukuri: D-Don’t say that!
Munakata: In addition, the school bag of such a shameful student as you will also need to be checked. Excuse me!
Kukuri: Ah! D-Don’t stick your hand all the way inside and rummage so deep!
Munakata: Hoo, I found something very interesting in there. Tell me what is this?
Kukuri: Erm, ummm, that would be… hahah, a hand grenade?
Munakata: To be exact, the M67 fragmentation hand grenade, also known as “apple grenade” or “baseball”. Officially adopted in the United States military.
Fushimi: Whoa, don’t just casually pass it to me!!!
Kukuri: I’m sorry, Munakata-senpai. Looks like I was still half asleep.
Munakata: I see. Something like putting a TV remote control into your bag absentmindedly and going like that to school?
Kukuri: Yes, that!
Fushimi: No, this is totally different. It’s a criminal offense.
Munakata: Well, it cannot be helped then. Unfortunately, this school does not allow to bring in grenades. These are regulations, you see.
Fushimi: Generally, no institution allows that. Except for terrorists. No one, save for persons affiliated with the military, is allowed to tote explosives around.
Munakata: Therefore, as of now, these knives and the grenade are confiscated and placed in the care of the public morals committee.
Kukuri: Okaay.
Munakata: You’re wrapping it up with just that?!
Kukuri: Well then, Munakata-senpai, Fushimi-kun, see you later!
Munakata: And off she ran energetically. She is quite the cheerful and pure girl.
Fushimi: Umm… What was that about?
Munakata: Yukizome Kukuri is in the same class as you. Always positive and good at taking care of others. She appears to be very popular in her class as well, does she not? But she has a flaw of unconsciously bringing to school lethal weapons sometimes.
Fushimi: That’s more than a flaw, you know!
Munakata: There is nothing to worry about. She is a good girl at heart.
Fushimi: Even if she is, it’s meaningless if she does that.

Munakata: Oya? The next girl has arrived. Fushimi-kun, stand by, please.
Neko: Boss Glasses and Mean Glasses! Good morning!
Munakata: Good morning, Neko-kun. You are here quite early.
Neko: Uh-huh! I need to help Shiro, so I came to school early! You have it tough with your work, too, right, Boss Glasses and Mean Glasses?
Fushimi: Tch.
Neko: Huh? What’s wrong, Mean Glasses?
Munakata: You do not have to worry. Mean Glasses is a bit shy.
Fushimi: That way of calling me!!!
Neko: Is that so? Even though he’s Mean Glasses, huh!
Munakata: Huh, indeed.
Fushimi: Please stop with this retarded exchange! Let’s just check her and let her go already.
Munakata: Oya? You are being unusually proactive.
Fushimi: Because dealing with her is a pain! I just want to get it over with quickly.
Munakata: Understood. Well then, Neko-kun, without further ado, your skirt…
Neko: What, what? Want me to flip it up for you? Pull it up? Or take it off completely?
Munakata: No, none of those is necessary. You are fine the way you are.
Fushimi: Nothing seems to be wrong with her clothes. Should we check her bag’s contents?
Munakata: Yes, why not. This time, Fushimi-kun, I would like you to do it. No objections, I trust, Neko-kun?
Neko: Nope! Be my guest!
Fushimi: Alright, I’m opening it then. *rummaging* Huh, it sure is stuffed with lots of stuff.
Munakata: Is everything OK? From what I have seen, I had a feeling that something more dangerous than explosives could be inside that bag.
Fushimi: Why are you saying that after I put my hand inside?! Huh…? What’s this?
Neko: Ah, that! That’s my panties and bra.
Fushimi: Geh!!!
Munakata: Hmm. It looks like my hunch turned out to be correct yet again. Still, why did you put something like that into your bag?
Neko: W-Well, Shiro said I should wear underwear, but I feel so constrained in them…
Munakata: Could it be that it is simply the matter of unsuitable size?
Neko: No, that’s not it, I just hate having to wear any!
Munakata: Should I assume that right now, the panties and bra…
Neko: Uh-huh! I’m not wearing either!
Fushimi: That’s not something to declare so proudly! Anyway, I’m returning these to you. You have no objections, right, shitsuchou?
Munakata: Let’s see… I have a feeling that this presents a slight problem, public morals wise, but fundamentally it is up to an individual to decide whether to wear underwear or not. Since these items present no danger, we can return them.
Fushimi: Here, take ‘em.
Neko: I don’t need them!
Fushimi: Don’t give me that! Here!
Neko: You can have them! See ya!
Fushimi: That stupid chick!!! Damn, she ran off into the school building.
Munakata: Fushimi-kun.
Fushimi: What is it?!
Munakata: Standing in a daze in front of the school’s main gate while gripping women’s underwear in your hand makes you look like a pervert.
Fushimi: You made me do it!!!
Munakata: Well, nothing to it. We shall return these items to her later, but right now, let us focus on our work.
Fushimi: Can’t we at least put away these knives, grenade and women’s underwear somewhere?
Munakata: We have no time for that. See? The students are finally coming to school en masse. As a member of the public morals committee, please do your best to avoid possible misunderstandings. Ladies, you are the members of the girls’ volleyball club, I take it? We are with the public morals committee. Good morning.
Fushimi: Dammit! This is why I didn’t want to do this!

Munakata: It took quite a while, huh. Fushimi-kun, please list the items we have confiscated so far.
Fushimi: 5 knives, a hand grenade, women’s underwear, a squirrel monkey, a gibbon, a DVD so obscene that it’s banned by the society, a foreigner of unknown nationality. The students tried to sneak all of the above into school.
Munakata: Very well. Well then, I would like you to deal with the grenade and the underwear. In particular, concerning the underwear, please make sure to explain the notion of modesty to the girl.
Fushimi: Eh? I’m the one who has to do that?
Munakata: There is no one else. I shall deal with the rest of the problematic items as I see fit. I am counting on you.
Fushimi: Ahh. There’s one thing that I now know for sure.
Munakata: Yes, what might it be?
Fushimi: In this Academy, public morals that we’re supposed to protect don’t exist to begin with!
Munakata: Ahahaha! That is why we are going to create them, and build proper order.
Fushimi: The gibbon, sitting on your head, is grooming your hair, shitsuchou.
Munakata: Hahahahaha.
Fushimi: Ah, I’m so done with this. He wandered off somewhere with a monkey sitting on his head. Is it really OK for me to remain under him?

*steps*
Fushimi: Hm?
Neko: Um, listen, Mean Glasses.
Fushimi: Oh, stupid cat chick. What d'you want?
Neko: Erm… I got scolded by Kurosuke. So give me back my underwear that I gave you!
Fushimi: Don’t say weird things! I had to intention of keeping them in the first place! Here.
Neko: Thank you, Mean Glasses! You’re a surprisingly good person, huh, Mean Glasses!
Fushimi: Stop with that “Mean Glasses”! Also, even though it’s not in my character, but if you’re aware that you’re a woman, have more modesty. This is shitsuchou’s message for you.
Neko: Modesty…? Ahhh, I don’t really get it!
*shutter sounds*
Neko: Nya, nya nya?! What is that?!
Fushimi: What’re you doin–?! You assholes, you’re from the Light Paper Club! Wait right there!
Neko: What? What?!
Fushimi: Damn, I lost them. They sure know how to run away fast.
Neko: Nya! Who were they?
Fushimi: The photographers from the Light Newspaper Club, aka the Light Paper. They’re a vulgar group that publishes things like school’s dirty gossip and whatnot.
Neko: Eh? But why? Why did they take photos of us?
Fushimi: Not so much of us as of the underwear I was handing over to you. Tch! So annoying… I can already imagine the title of their article: “Shameless! Bold breach of public morals in broad daylight in the form of sexual harassment with women’s underwear by a member of the public morals committee who is supposed to protect those morals!” Something along these lines, no doubt. Those guys think nothing of fabricating a story or two, after all.
Neko: What are you going to do?
Fushimi: Tch, let’s see… Hehahaha. Since our cause is to protect order, it’s not like I’m out of options, here.
Neko: Hmm. You’re making a scary face, Mean Glasses.

Munakata: Ahh, the classes are over. The day has passed so fast. By the way, Fushimi-kun, did you hear?
Fushimi: What, shitsuchou?
Munakata: There was an explosion in the club room of the Light Paper Club.
Fushimi: Hee, really, I didn’t know.
Munakata: It seems like the perpetrator threw explosives into the room, choosing the time when there was no one in the vicinity, so no one suffered any injuries. But all the photo data and video footage was destroyed beyond salvation.
Fushimi: Waaah. How wicked of them. Oh well, that club’s bought a lot of hate from all kinds of people.
Munakata: What kind of attitude is that?
Fushimi: No, no. I just thought that with the school as lawless as that, even the confiscated items that I locked in the safe today could be stolen any moment. Dangerous, so very dangerous.
Munakata: Fushimi-kun.
Fushimi: Yes, what is it?
Munakata: I really like you, you know.
Fushimi: Heh. Well, thank you.

Note: since this is no longer about Scepter 4, referring to Munakata as “Captain“ is no longer viable. Since we all are too used to calling him Captain, calling him something else just feels weird, and so I just left his position as it is in Japanese, that is, “shitsuchou“

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[Gakuen K] Drama Gakuen Kaidai

Gakuen K drama Gakuen Kaidan
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Summer

Gakuen Kaidan (Academy’s Ghost Stories)

Totsuka: The after school hours. The students’ bustle dies down, and inside the academy, shrouded in twilight, doors leading to the other world open. The more people come here in daytime, the deeper and thicker the phantom darkness crawling from out of those doors becomes. And when night falls, sometimes, those phantoms even bear malicious will towards humans… Oh, look: today, too, one boy is about to…

Kamamoto: Academy at night is sort of scary… You get the impression that there are people standing in the darkness and you imagine seeing strange things on the glass panes of windows.
Yata: Mooron, what are you talking about? Are you an idiot? What an idiot, seriously, you’re an idiot among idiots, idiot!
Kamamoto: Yata-san, aren’t you scared?
Yata: As if! Like hell Yatagarasu of the Red Club would be scared of the night academy!
Kamamoto: Yata-san.
Yata: What is it, Kamamoto?
Kamamoto: We’re on our way to the music room to get the PDA you forgot there, right?
Yata: That’s right. I would go get it in the morning, but unfortunately, Totsuka might call me tonight, so I have to get it back now.
Kamamoto: Then why can’t you just go there alone?
Yata: Well, that’s because, uh… because, you know, of, of, of, well, that, you know! That! Come up with something yourself!
Kamamoto: Could it be it’s because you don’t know where in the music room you left your PDA, so it will be much easier to find if we call from my PDA to yours and go to where the ringing will be coming from?
Yata: That’s right, dude! You knew, didn’t ya!
Kamamoto: *siiigh*
Yata: Kamamoto, you bastard, if you have something to say, say it to my face!
Kamamoto: Eh, no, I don’t want to say anything. And I definitely didn’t just think, ‘Yata-san is such scaredy-cat’.
Yata: That’s precisely what you just thought, didn’t you, you jerk!

*ghostly sounds*
Yata: What’s that…?
Kamamoto: Sounds like a shakuhachi to me.
Yata: I-Idiot!!! That’s not what I mean! I’m asking why do we hear these sounds this late at night in the empty Academy!
Kamamoto: Yata-san.
Yata: What?!
Kamamoto: These sounds are coming from the music room we’re heading to.
Yata: Keh…?
Kamamoto: I’m sure of it. Hear? Wh-what should we do? Turn back?
Yata: Don’t be freaking out. We’re going there anyway. We the Red Club won’t lose to anything, be it shakuhachis or hammers!
Kamamoto: Then please stop using me as a shield while saying stuff like that!!!
Yata: Pipe down! Just face forward and walk already!

Munakata: *sigh* I have finally achieved harmony in my performance for most part. I must say shakuhachi is a difficult instrument to play.
Yata: Whadda…!
Kamamoto: What are you doing, president of the Blue club, Munakata Reishi-senpai?
Munakata: Oya? Who do we have here? Yata Misaki-kun and Kamamoto Rikio-kun, from the Red Club, huh? What a wonderful night, don’t you agree? Good evening.
Yata: “What a wonderful night, don’t you agree? Good evening”… don’t give me that crap! What the hell are you doing in a place like this?!
Munakata: Can you not tell from looking? I was playing the shakuhachi.
Yata: That’s not it! I can obviously see that! What I’m asking is why the hell are you playing the shakuhachi in a pitch dark place like this all alone?!
Munakata: “Pitch dark”? Being under Suoh Mikoto does not help nurture a taste for beauty and refinement, I suppose… Just take a look. The moon is so beautiful, don’t you find? And the gathering clouds every here and there. A perfect night to play the shakuhachi.
Yata: I give up. Taking to this guy is completely useless. Kamamoto, let’s just find my PDA and get out of here.
Kamamoto: Right.
Munakata: Ah, are you coming in?
Yata: Huh? What, are we bothering you? Well, you may be the president of the Blue club, but we’re not taking orders from you, cause we’re the Red Club!
Munakata: No, that is not why I asked. *the door shuts* But now it is too late.
Yata: What’re you mumbling about?
Kamamoto: Yata-san! This is your PDA, right, Yata-san? It was lying on the table.
Yata: Oh, Kamamoto, thank you! That’s mine alright! Sorry for intruding, Munakata-senpai. Let’s get going, Kamamoto.
Kamamoto: Ah, sure. Munakata-senpai, we’ll be going ahead then. *tries to open the door* Eh? H-Huh?
Yata: What’s wrong?
Kamamoto: W-Well, that’s, uh… the door closed on its own, and now… *grunts* This is strange. Heave-ho! It doesn’t open.
Yata: What the heck? Step back and let me try! It usually happens when the door stopped fitting properly into the door frame. And here! Here! Heeeerrrre! No dice. It didn’t even budge.
Munakata: Hmmm. As I thought.
Yata: What did you say? Do you know something?
Munakata: Should I provide a simple explanation for you or a detailed one? Which one do you prefer?
Yata: Huh?! The simple one, obviously!
Munakata: Very well then. I shall explain it in as simple words as I can find. The music teacher who is in charge of this music room has an obsessively watchful personality. This room gets locked with an electric lock once all the lessons are over, but the lock seems to be malfunctioning: you can open it from the outside but not from the inside. I have been locked in this room for quite a while, I might add.
Yata: Huh?
Munakata: Luckily, I had a shakuhachi at hand, so I did not have to deal with ennui - ah, simply put, ennui means boredom.
Yata: I didn’t ask about that! Actually, warn us BEFORE we get into the room!
Munakata: You had already stepped into the room before I had the chance to give you a warning. Did you forget?
Kamamoto: Yata-san! No need to worry! You have your PDA. Now you just need to call someone from the Red Club to come save us.
Munakata: I would not be so sure: radio waves are being jammed in this room. The teacher I mentioned earlier flew into a temper when he caught some students playing with their phones secretly during his classes.
Yata: The teachers at this Academy are just… argh… Can’t be helped then. This flimsy door won’t last long if I hit it with a chair or something heavy!
Munakata: Yata Misaki-kun! You must not do that!
Yata: Huh? What now? Do you have a problem or something?
Kamamoto: Yata-san, this person is the president of the Blue club, you remember? Damaging the school’s property right before his eyes can’t be good…
Munakata: No, that is not why I am against the idea. It appears that breaking this door by force will trigger a high voltage current. By my estimates, its voltage is 100,000 volts.
Yata: What is this room, a fortress?!
Munakata: As such, I recommend we simply wait for the rescue to come. Rest assured: at worst, in the morning it will work out somehow. Hahahaha.
Yata: Arg, dammit all!

*clock ticking*
Yata: Dammit… I never thought I’d end up in a situation like this.
Kamamoto: Yeah, I never thought that going to get back something we forgot would result in us getting locked up…
*sounds of the shakuhachi*
Yata: Look, Munakata-senpai, I’m sorry but could you stop that?
Munakata: Why is that? It may come off as a self-praise, but I highly doubt I am so unskilled as to produce a sound completely disagreeable to the ear.
Yata: No, it’s just, uh… how should I put it… it’s a bit… that, you know…
Kamamoto: Yata-san… Don’t tell me you’re scared of the shakuhachi’s sound?
Yata: I-Idiot! That’s not it! I’m not! I just don’t like it!
Munakata: Hmm. If that is the case, I do not mind to cease playing. I see now. The Red Club’s vanguard is no good at dealing with this kind of atmosphere, it seems.
Kamamoto: I apologize for him.
Yata: I’m not scared, I friggin told you!!!
Munakata: Still, this leaves me with regrettable lack of occupation. I investigated the electric system earlier and found that even turning on the lights is impossible.
Kamamoto: Uh, the light from the moon would be good, only the moon got overshadowed by clouds.
Munakata: Yes, we mostly cannot even see each other’s faces anymore. Things that we can do now are very limited.
Kamamoto: Yeah, hehe. Would you like to play shiritori?
Munakata: Yes, I would. “Gakkou” [school].
Kamamoto: Eh?! You’re seriously gonna play that?! What about you, Yata-san?
Yata: I’ll pass!!!
Munakata: Then it is going to be a one-on-one duel between I and Kamamoto-kun. Well then, to start anew. Let’s see… simply saying “school” is no fun at all, so how about “yoru no gakkou” [school at night].
Kamamoto: I see. “Yoru no gakkou”, huh? Then I’ll go with… “u”, “u”… “umekigoe” [groan].
Munakata: “E”… “Etai no shirenai nani ka” [something strange].
Kamamoto: “Ka”, “kaibutsu” [monster]!
Munakata: “Tsumetai onna no te” [woman’s cold hand].
Kamamoto: “Temaneki suru hito” [beckoning man].
Munakata: “Totsuzen mayonaka ni hibikiwataru keta-keta to iu waraigoe” [cackling laughter echoing in the night].
Yata: Enough already!!! What the heck’s up with that weird horror-themed shiritori?!
Munakata: Hahaha. Please forgive me. It looks like I got drawn into this atmosphere.
Kamamoto: I’m sorry, too, Yata-san. I got caught up in it as well. We really should probably stop with this kind of scary stuff though. This academy has this sort of countless rumors floating around, after all. If we’re not careful, we just might end up attracting something.
Munakata: Hoho! How very interesting. What kind of rumors, exactly?
Kamamoto: Let me think… This is something that I heard from a friend. A student came back to the academy to retrieve something he forgot. Warily, he was walking along a dark hall, thinking, ‘I don’t like this one bit… It’s so dark…’ all the while. At the end of the hall, a girl peeked at him, with only her head visible, from around the corner.
Munakata: I see.
Kamamoto: It was sticking out at an unbelievably low level - around that student’s knee height - that’s from where her head was peeking out. The student gathered up his courage and cried out, “Who are you?”
Yata: *eeek!*
Kamamoto: And when he did… the girl crawled out on all fours swiftly - crawl, crawl, crawl! - and said, “Let’s plaaaaay!”
Yata: AAAAAHHH!!! No blood! No bone! No ash! Ah! Stop it! Stop with “crawl, crawl, crawl”!!! Just stop!!!
Munakata: Hahahaha. If it is about that kind of stories, I, too, have heard one.
Yata: Wai- wai- Heyyy!!!
Munakata: It is about a certain school room. Strange phenomena kept happening in it, so the teacher in charge of it went a little mad and installed there a security system with an electric lock and high voltage current, so that nothing and no one could enter the room at night.
Yata: Eh?!
Munakata: But his efforts were futile, of course, since those entering the room were not human in the first place. Hahahahahaha.
Kamamoto: Hehehehehe!
Yata: Wait a sec. Wait a sec there! That story…
Munakata: Even now, every evening, monsters gather in that room, and if they happen to catch any stray students…
Yata: M-M-M-Munakata-senpai, why are you coming closer to me?

*PDA rings*
Yata: Ah! Oh, oh, oh, that scared the shit out of me. Ah, it’s from Totsuka-san. It does have signal here after all! Hello, it’s Yata!
Totsuka: Ah, Yata? Can you talk right now? I wanted to know your opinion about something concerning King’s birthday.
Yata: Yes, I can talk! You know, I feel really relieved to hear your voice, Totsuka-san.
Totsuka: Huh? Is something wrong?
Yata: Ah, well, it’s not a big deal, but I got locked up in a classroom at school. I’m sorry to ask you this, but it looks like the door only opens from the outside, so could you please come get me out?
Totsuka: You sound like you’re in a real predicament. Of course, I’m coming right away. Where exactly are you?
Yata: The music room.
Totsuka: Okay, got it. Kamamoto’s with me right now, so I’ll take him along and be on my way to get you out right away.
Yata: E-E-Eh, eh…? Totsuka-san, what did you say just now?
Totsuka: Eh? That I’ll be on my way right away?
Yata: N-No, before that. Did you say that Kamamoto is with you right now?
Totsuka: Yes, he’s here. Want me to put him on?
Kamamoto: Ah, Yata-san, g'evening.
Yata: Eh…?
Kamamoto: What happened?
Yata: Eh?! K-Kamamoto! Y-You’re the real Kamamoto?!
Kamamoto: Huuh? What are you talking about, Yata-san? I’ve been with Totsuka-san the whole evening.
Yata: Then… who was it that I’ve been with until now…? Kamamoto!!! Hey! Huh? This is strange. Kamamoto’s disappeared. A-And Munakata-senpai too! H-Hey! Where did you go, you two?! Hey, don’t mess with people!
*the shakuhachi resounds*
Yata: Ah! What the hell! Who’s touching my shoulder?! Stop it! Enough with this stupid joke! I’m gonna turn around. Listen, you. If you’re still messing with me when I turn around, I’m seriously gonna beat the shit out of you. If you wanna apologize, this is your last chance. Here I go. I’ll turn around on the count of three. 1… 2… 3!
Ghostly voice: Let’s plaaaay!
Yata: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Totsuka: When we made it there, we found Yata fainted from fear. We only heard the details of what had happened after the morning came. Since then, Yata came to loathe the sound of shakuhachi. And also the president of Blue Club just a little. Heh. Be very careful when going to the school at night. Ghosts might be ready and waiting there, wanting to play with you.

*shakuhachi sounds*

T/N: shakuhachi is a type of flute.

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[K] Side:Red Drama CD, drama Sitting Arragements

K Side:Red Drama CD, drama Sitting Arrangements
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Sitting Arrangements (Aiseki)

Sitting Arrangements (Aiseki)

Bartender: Welcome! Would a seat at the counter be all right with you?
Mikoto: Yeah.
*Reishi and Mikoto notice each other*
Reishi: Hm?
Mikoto: Hm? Hmph.
Reishi: What a troublesome person to appear. There are plenty of other bars for you to visit, Suou Mikoto of Team Homura.
Mikoto: Is there any reason why I should leave the bar I just entered, Munakata Reishi of Scepter 4?
Reishi: You do not see it? The reason is that my liquor tastes bad because of your presence.
Mikoto: I see. All the more reason for me to stay then, while you can get lost already.
Reishi: Hmph. Audacious as ever. Why not come here later?
Mikoto: Where I go and when is not for you to decide.
Reishi: That is why I’m saying you are audacious. You always fail to sense the mood.
Mikoto: Mood, huh.
Reishi: Oh, and… could you please put out that cheap smelling cigarette of yours? It is quite revolting.
*Mikoto does the opposite*
Reishi: Huh?
Mikoto: Heh.

Bartender (nervous now for obvious reasons): Um, excuse me, sir, but… what would you like to order?
Mikoto: Wild Turkey, double.
Bartender: Right away, sir.

Reishi: Such an unlucky day today.
Mikoto: What a coincidence. I was thinking the same thing.
Reishi: And it had to happen on the day when I came here to relax a little for a change…
Mikoto: Yeah. My sentiments exactly.

*the bartender comes back*
Mikoto and Reishi: Hm?
Bartender: Thank you for waiting. Here is your order.
Mikoto: Thanks.

Reishi: Bourbon? You could have it to your heart’s content at your own bar. Honestly, I fail to see any need for you to visit a bar in a strange part of the city just to drink it.
Mikoto: Don’t you tell me what and where I’m to drink.
Reishi: Did you get into an argument with your clansmen? Despite the fact that close friendly relationships is the only merit your clan can boast?
Mikoto: Well, did YOU get into a fight with your henchmen? Cause I sure don’t see your shitty admirers around. What, have they all finally abandoned you?
Reishi: I simply make no habit of taking people who serve under me out to drink, is all. Unlike you.
Mikoto: Sorry to burst your bubble, but I never ask ‘em, they just tag along on their own. Looks like I’m a real popular fella, you see. Unlike you.
Reishi: Oh? Popular, huh? Excuse me if that line does not sound convincing in the least coming out of the mouth of a person who came to drink all alone to an unfamiliar bar despite his clan having their own.
Mikoto: Hah. I just felt like drinking alone tonight.
Reishi: Hm. Well, let us leave it at that, then. It will not do to pick on a poor lone stray dog, after all.
Mikoto: Your ways of picking a fight are roundabout as ever, eh.
Reishi: A fight? God forbid! I simply expressed my sincere heart-felt pity for you.
Mikoto: Well, whatever. I’ll just ignore you. Can’t be helped if your clansmen don’t want to spend their time with you more than absolutely necessary, since you’re the kind of superior who can only spew sarcastic remarks once he opens his mouth. And I don’t think there can be found even one among your subordinates who would wanna have a drink with you, anyway. So no wonder you’re being all bitchy.
Reishi: I cannot believe you. I have clearly stated that taking my subordinates out for a drink is not among my habits.
Mikoto: That’s why I’m saying I’ll just let it slide. It’s a tear-jerking topic, after all.
Reishi: If you were me…
Mikoto: Hm?
Reishi: …you would never consider taking your subordinates out for a drink ever again after having tasted a mouthful of martini with anko.
Mikoto: Huh? Martini with… anko…?
Reishi: Oh, how loose of me. It seems I’m a little tipsy.
*Mikoto gets a little flustered at that*
Mikoto: Oh… really… I see…

Reishi: So you felt like drinking alone tonight, huh…
Mikoto: Ah?
Reishi: Hmph, nothing. It’s just…
Mikoto: Just what…?
Reishi: Isolated and surrounded only by the chosen few… it means you, too, are a king…
Mikoto: Hmph.
Reishi: Good grief. I really am drunk, huh.
Mikoto: Then go home while you still can.
Reishi: If it’s so hard for you to put up with my presence, I’ll do you a favor and leave. I imagine it must be quite nerve-wrecking to have to seat and drink next to me.
Mikoto: Huh?
Reishi: Oh? I was trying to be considerate, you know?
Mikoto: Hmph! Munakata.
Reishi: Yes?
Mikoto: You don’t like me, do you?
Reishi: No, I most certainly do not. I would think it should be obvious even without me telling you as much.
Mikoto: Being next to me turns your stomach, right?
Reishi: Yes, that is correct.
Mikoto: I get on your nerves and make you nauseous, yes?
Reishi: Yes.
Mikoto: Is it because you find me terrifying?
Reishi: Of course, not. You could not be any wronger about it.
Mikoto: I didn’t think so anyway. It’s the same with me.
Reishi: Eh?
Mikoto: Rejoice, Munakata. I’ve a strong dislike for you, but I’m one of the handful few who don’t feel a sliver of fear before you.

Bartender: Sir, would you like anything else to drink?
Mikoto: Turkey.
Bartender: Right away. And you, sir, is there something I can get for you?
Reishi: Let’s see… Well, I will have the same, I believe.

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[K] BD6 drama Izumo's Room 3

K BD6 drama Izumo's Room 3
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Izumo’s Room 3

Kusanagi: Aand, our first guest today goes by the pseudonym “Snow-san”. Are you a student?
Kukuri: Yes, I am! I can’t disclose my school’s name, but I’m a 2nd year high school student. Nice to meet you all!
Kusanagi: Yeah, ditto. Let’s get straight to business: any worries?
Kukuri: I’ve been in this show from the very first episode, so how come I still didn’t get a character song of my own?!
Kusanagi: Any worries other than that?
Kukuri: Ugh…! Let’s see… There’s a boy in my class who’s a little peculiar… and, uh…
Kusanagi: Oh-ho! Could it be that he’s stealing your peace of mind?
Kukuri: Hehe, well… he does steal my peace of mind, as you said, but, uh…
Kusanagi: But what?
Kukuri: But not in the way you think. He just gives me this feeling that he might disappear any moment, and I get a little scared every now and then.
Kusanagi: “Disappear”? Is it because he doesn’t have much presence?
Kukuri: No, if anything, he stands out quite a bit, I think. He just has this slightly mysterious air about him… Ugh, I can’t find the right words, sorry.
Kusanagi: No, no, you shouldn’t. If anything, I’m glad to hear that.
Kukuri: Huh?
Kusanagi: This! This is the kind of topic you’d expect to be discussed in an advice corner! This bittersweet soul-deep rapport of hearts that could or could not turn out to be love! I’ve been waiting for normal stuff like this forever!
Colorless!Kukuri: You’re jumping to conclusions here, dude. Ghehehehaha!
Kusanagi: Huh?
Kukuri: Eh?
Kusanagi: Um, just now, what…? Was I hearing things…?
Kukuri: Well, as I was saying, when I first started paying that boy close attention, I myself became a little strange…
Kusanagi: Ah, hoho, “strange”? Aren’t you mistaken calling it “strange”? I’m thinking you should replace it with “smitten”?[*]
Colorless!Kukuri: Wrooong! Don’t make stupid shit up, ya blockhead, I toldja already!
Kusanagi: Whoa?!
Kukuri: Ah, just like right now, from time to time I feel like I’ve started having these blanks in my memory… I didn’t do anything unbecoming just now, did I…?
Kusanagi: Uh… n-no, it’s… okay, I guess?
Colorless!Kukuri: By the way, if we said that everything we’ve told you up till now is just acting on our part, what wouldja do?
Kusanagi: Eh?
Kukuri: Ah?
Kusanagi: S-See you next time…

Kusanagi: Our second guest today is “Gold-san”. He is a person of a highly prominent position, whose influence spreads onto the daily lives of all of us, though we might not realize it.
Kokujouji: Cut the unnecessary preface and get started.
Kusanagi: Ah, very well. Kindly allow me to ask, then: do you have any worries?
Kokujouji: I’ve been in this show from the very first episode, so why haven’t I got a character song of my own yet?!
Kusanagi: What, you, too?! Ahh *cough, cough* Maybe you have something that worries you besides that? Your position and power are truly peerless without any exaggeration, aren’t they?
Kokujouji: Hmph! Maybe. But lately, my health has been making me uneasy.
Kusanagi: Ahhh! I see! Now that you mentioned it, age always takes its toll. Still, you always pay special attention to your health and are careful with it, no?
Kokujouji: Yes, I am. Early in the morning I do a rubdown with a towel and go for a short walk. At noon, I make sure to have a sword training session. I also refrain as much as possible from eating oily foods, and always try to go to bed early.
Kusanagi: That is a very healthy lifestyle that you lead. And despite that, there is still something that’s bothering you about your health?
Kokujouji: To those bearing the king title taking care of themselves is part of their duty. They have got to make extra sure. And you, too: if you’re a retainer of a king, you need to pay close attention to his physical condition.
Kusanagi: I completely agree with you on that point, but he’s just so stubborn and unruly…
Kokujouji: I understand what you mean. After all, fast and flashy lifestyle isn’t limited to mindless youth only. Surrendering to youth, they indulge in fights, wild ideas, alcohol, women until they’ve tried every dangerous thing there is, and no one can stop them. It’s a manifestation of vitality. When I look at that king of yours, I’m reminded of the pilot school washouts and suicide corps survivors on the loose.[**]
Kusanagi: Suicide corps survivors on the loose…?
Kokujouji: Yes, especially with mobsters like you people, things they do are always the same in any given time period.
Kusanagi: Calling us mobsters is rather old fashioned…
Kokujouji: Then how about “biker gangsters”? Ah no, you’re not riding motorbikes, are you? Motorbikes are very useful though. I may not look it now, but when I was young, I was a modern boy enamored with science and technology.
Kusanagi: What an unexpected hobby! I’m surprised!
Kokujouji: Riding dashingly along the streets of Dresden, with that person in the attachable side car is the dream I saw once upon a time.
Kusanagi: “That person”?
Kokujouji: Nothing is impossible as long as you’re alive… You, too, etch this truth into your heart.
Kusanagi: Haah. I’m deeply impressed, really. Oh, our time seems to be up. Please take care of your health, Your Excellency.
Kokujouji: Oh, huh, it’s already over? Hmph.
Kusanagi: Well then, see you next time!

Tsukumo: Show some respect!
Kusanagi: Ah, right, I’m sorry. Before talking, it’s only proper manners to introduce myself first. Ehm, I go by the pseudonym “Cloud”[***]. Nice to meet you. Well, now, about my worries… will you listen to them?
Tsukumo: Here I come.
Kusanagi: Haha. You mean that no matter what your conversation partner might think of you, just charge ahead and start talking, right? I get it. Well, actually, I’m a host of a certain show, but I’m thinking that it’s about time I washed my hands of it, you see…
Tsukumo: Punishment!
Kusanagi: You mean I should nip this weakness in the bud and man up? I see~ I feel like you’ve opened my eyes. Lately I’ve been dealing with nothing but troublesome guests, and looks like it really put a damper on my spirits… Heh, well, thank you, really
Tsukumo: Much appreciated.
Kusanagi: Oh no, it’s me who should be thanking you. I promise I’ll make use of the numerous pieces of friendly advice you’ve given me. I’m resolved to do my best hosting the show from now on. Well then, see you next time!

Kusanagi: This show was sponsored by GoRa!

T/N: [*] what Kusanagi actually says here is that he thinks Kukuri is mistaken in her choice of the kanji (字が違い when describing her emotion, and that she should replace the bottom radical in the kanji for ‘strange’ (変 with the radical for 'heart’ (心 which turns it into the kanji for 'love’ (恋

[**] Back in the times before and during WWII, Japan had the elite pilot training course (海軍飛行予科練習 or 予科練 yokaren for short) which produced highly skilled and outstanding pilots. However, the number of pilots the school had the capacity to train was desperately small, in contrast with the huge demand that WWII imposed. So in the closing stages of the war it was decided to dramaticly increase the number of students (at the expense of training quality, of course) as a desperate countermeasure, but it didn’t help as by the time Japan’s resources had already been exhausted (fuel shortage didn’t allow to waste it on training flights, and later, due to shortage of aircrafts, even training crafts were put into active service). Thus, the big number of the course’s students couldn’t become pilots and were forced to find other ways to serve their country, with most of them joining various suicide corps or taking up jobs like digging bomb shelters and such. After the war ended and they were demobilized, they returned to their home towns, only to find that the society as they knew it no longer existed, and changes were prominent and imminent. Some of them became totally lost, unable to cope and adapt to their changing world, and their frustration manifested in increasingly reckless behavior and violence, which made them no different from ordinary hoodlums and earned them the derogatory naming: 予科練崩れ and 特攻崩れ (yokarenkuzure and tokkoukuzure - washouts/has-beens of pilot school and suicide corps).

[***] His name, Izumo (出雲, uses the kanji for “cloud”. Also, a few words later, he first uses the masculine personal pronoun “ore” when reffering to himself, but quickly corrects himself by changing it to the gender neutral “watashi” as to try and remain as anonymous as possible (not that it helps any, lol)

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[K] BD 6 drama Momikomi

K BD6 drama Momikomi

читать дальшеMomikomi [Rub’n’fatten her up!]

*chime*
Kukuri: Hi, everybody, good day! Your favorite student council is here!
Mishina: Oh, Yukizome-san! Working hard, eh?
Kukuri: Tehehe, yeeah. Who’s in charge of filling the equipment application forms for the school festival? I’m here to collect them.
Girl1: Ah, that would be me. Sorry, but please wait a little, I’m filling it right now.
Inaba: Okay, Kukuri, wait here a bit, right here.
Kukuri: Sure, sure.
Inaba: Here, have some chocolate cookies for the admirable, hard working girls.
Kukuri: Ah, thank you. *munch munch*
Girl2: I will give you some potato chips then!
Girl3: And from me, you get this Umaibou!
Kukuri: Aww, so many snacks! *munch munch* Ugh.
Inaba: What’s wrong, Kukuri?
Kukuri: Earlier, I was given snacks at a different class, too… What if I get fat…
Inaba: Whut? They try to tame you by feeding you at other places, too?
Kukuri: Eh?! Tame me by feeding, huh?
Inaba: I won’t forgive that! Eat! Eat more cookies! Your fat must only come from the food I give you!
Kukuri: *squeak*
Girl2: Inabacchi, you really like Kukuri, eh.
Girl3: I don’t get why she’s angry, though.
Inaba: C'mon, eat more! More! And more!
Kukuri: *sigh* Girls, please stay my friends even if I become a fat piggy.
Inaba: Oh, don’t worry! Our friendship is eternal! Uh-huh-huh!
Kukuri: Don’t “Uh-huh-huh” and touch me in weird places!
Inaba: It’s not a weird place. All places on your body are gorgeous, Kukuri.
Kukuri: Ah!
Inaba: Your whole body is one big charming attribute.
Kukuri: Hohohohowh!
Mishima: Hey, hey, Inaba!
Inaba: Shame on you, Mishina! You shouldn’t peek at girls when they’re having touchy-feely bonding time! How naughty of you!
Inaba: What, no! I wasn’t peeking or anything!
Inaba: I wonder. Kukuri, you’ve got to be on guard. Dirty men are all too eager to prey on your flesh.
Girl3: Ahh, that’s right. Mishina is so lewd.
Mishina: Look, you people…
Kukuri: Ohh, this is embarrassing. My body is not so great to be targeted like that.
Inaba: Don’t say that! These are treasure, I’m telling you. You’ll know when you touch these. This miraculous tactile sensation!
Kukuri: Ahhahah! Don’t…! Don’t pinch my embarrassing places!
Inaba: There! Let’s see you getting embarrassed some more!
Kukuri: Th-These hand movements… could it be… massage for squeezing fat out?!
Inaba: Huhaha! I’d never do that. After all, if I did, this superb flesh would get reduced in quantity.
Kukuri: Th-Then…?
Inaba: Hehehe, that’s right, this is not a massage for squeezing fat out, but for building fat up!
Kukuri: Gyaa!
Inaba: There, rub'n'fatten you up! Rub'n'fatten you up! Rub it, and fat will spring forth. Become a loose-bodied fatty!
Kukuri: Stop cursing me!
Girl1: Hey, sorry for the wait! I’m done filling this fo..rm… What on earth are you people doing?!
Kukuri: Help me! They’re fattening me up with some mysterious ritual!
Girl1: Hahahaha! What’s that?
Girl2: “Ritual”?
All girls together: Huh… Hahahaha! And there! Rub'n'fatten her up! Rub'n'fatten her up!
Kukuri: Kyaa! Hehehe.
Mishina: You girls are being silly. Inaba, cut that out already. Yukizome-san is in the middle of work, you know?
Kukuri: Kyaa! I’ll get fat! I’m getting fat!
Mishina: Wha…!!! Yukizome-san?!

*chime*
Mishina: Dhah!!! Haah… Huh? That was… a dream?
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Hi, everybody, good day! Your favorite student council is here!
Mishina: Oh, Yukizome-s…Wait, EH?!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Tehehe, yeeah. Who’s in charge of filling the equipment application forms for the school festival? I’m here to collect them.
Girl1: Ah, that would be me. Sorry, but please wait a little, I’m filling it right now.
Inaba: Okay, Kukuri, wait here a bit, right here.
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Sure, sure.
Mishina: Hey, people, that’s…
Inaba: Here, have some chocolate cookies for the admirable, hard working girls.
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Aggh, thank you. *munch munch*
Girl2: I will give you some potato chips then!
Girl3: And from me, you get this Umaibou!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Aww, so many snacks *munch munch* *pause*
Inaba: What’s wrong, Kukuri?
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Bhah, earlier, I was given snacks at the class next door, too… What if I get fat…
Inaba: Whut? They try to tame you by feeding you at other places, too?
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Bhuehh?! Tame me by feeding, huh?
Inaba: I won’t forgive that! Eat! Eat more cookies! Your fat must only come from the food I give you!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Bhuheeh!
Girl2: Inabacchi, you really like Kukuri, eh.
Girl3: I don’t get why she’s angry, though.
Inaba: C'mon, eat more! More! And more!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Buhuh. Girls, please stay my friends even if I become a fat piggy.
Inaba: Oh, don’t worry! Our friendship is eternal! Uh-huh-huh!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Don’t “Uh-huh-huh” and touch me in weird places!
Inaba: It’s not a weird place. All places on your body are gorgeous, Kukuri.
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Buhuh!
Inaba: Your whole body is one big charming attribute.
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Bhuh! Bheh! Ohh!
Mishina: H-Hey, Inaba…
Inaba: Shame on you, Mishina! You shouldn’t peek at girls when they’re having touchy-feely bonding time! How naughty of you!
Mishina: N-No! That’s not the problem here!
Inaba: I wonder. Kukuri, you’ve got to be on guard. Dirty men are all too eager to prey on your flesh.
Girl3: Ahh, that’s right. Mishina is so lewd.
Mishina: You people…
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Bhuhh, this is embarrassing. My body is not so great to be targeted like that.
Inaba: Don’t say that! These are treasure, I’m telling you. You’ll know when you touch these. This miraculous tactile sensation!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Buhuh! Don’t…! Don’t pinch my embarrassing places!
Inaba: There! Let’s see you getting embarrassed some more!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Buh, ah, ah, ahhh! Th-These hand movements… could it be…!
Inaba: Hehehe, that’s right, this is a massage for fattening you up!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Brrruuhehhhh!
Inaba: There, rub'n'fatten you up! Rub'n'fatten you up!
Girl1: Hey, sorry for the wait! I’m done filling this form… What on earth are you people doing?!
All girls together: Huh… Hahahaha! And there! Rub'n'fatten her up! Rub'n'fatten her up!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Bhuuehh! Bheh! Bhuhuh! Buehehe!
Mishina: Hey, wait! Stop for a sec! This is seriously dangerous, on a lot of levels! Heeey!!!
Kamamoto!Kukuri: Bhaaah! Ughhh!

*chime*
Mishina: Ghuhhh! Aghhh! Haagh! This was… another dream… Huh?! AHHHHH!!!

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[K] BD5 drama Izumo's Room 2

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Izumo’s Room

Izumo: Today, our first guest wishes to appear under the pseudonym “Blue-san”. You do police-related work, it is quite a dangerous line of work nowadays, you probably have a lot of worries.
Reishi: Yes, indeed, I have quite a few of them. Speaking purely hypothetically, let us assume I have a friend who is like a huge bomb and gradually losing control over himself, probably due to being surrounded by unreasonable hoodlums who understand nothing and act purely on impulses.
Izumo: Oh, you don’t say… On the other hand, though, has a thought that it might be exactly because your friend is among the kindred spirits that he is able to maintain his self-control never occurred to you? Speaking purely hypothetically, at the very least, they are better than the likes of a person who throws someone into a jail and still ties to disguise himself as his friend after that.
Reishi: What a valuable piece of advice… I am greatly obliged to you for it.
Izumo: No, no, don’t mention it.
Reishi: But then again, I have to wonder how much a piece of advice telling me not to work on that friend of mine and not to take any measures and just leave everything as it is could be worth…
Izumo: Geh, erm… You could view it like that, too, I suppose… Nothing less from a person doing police-related work, your insight is really sharp and perfectly logical.
Reishi: No, no.
Izumo: Still, I daresay, that perfect logic might be what drives your friend into a corner before you even know it, so maybe more consideration towards his wishes would be in order, too.
Reishi: Indeed. You might have a point. But, I daresay, that consideration is what robs him of the means to maintain self-control, and, as a result, drives him to his downfall. It may be that such a choice is the case of getting the priorities backwards and mistaking the cause for the end.
Izumo: Gih! Well, you are quite right. It would have been so much easier if what the cause is and what the end is could be clearly determined by outsiders and that dear friend of yours docilely obeyed to what those outsiders decided for him.
Reishi: Weeeell… hahahaha. *unleashes his power *
Izumo: Indeed… hehehehe. *releases his flames *
Reishi: It looks like our time is up, though. I shall use the numerous advice you have given me as a possible reference. A very hypothetical reference.
Izumo: Of course, I’m happy if I was of service to you. Today I wasn’t able to be a hospitable host, however. Come to think of it, I even forgot to offer you tea.
Reishi: That’s quite all right, you don’t have to fuss over me.
Izumo: Well, see you next time then!

Izumo: Ehm, so, our second guest today goes under the pseudonym Heartless Woman.
Seri: Stop calling me that, I told you many times already, didn’t I?
Izumo: Well, Seri-chan, then.
Seri: Why do you have to attach ’-chan’? Do your work seriously, didn’t they tell you this last time, too?
Izumo: It’s fine as it is! And you could have comforted me a little, y'know? Your superior was really mean to me just now, y'know? Here, anko for you as a little extra service from me.
Seri: Khm. To me, it looked like you both went out of your way to throw insults at each other. Well, I’ll take the anko, though. Thanks. Now come on, get on with it.
Izumo: With you ordering me around like this, it’s hard to say which one of us is the host here… Em, so, is there something that troubles you?
Seri: There is. Looootsa things.
Izumo: Lotsa?
Seri: Yes, looootsa. Like shrewd overbearing superiors who love to always get their way. And after getting manipulated and abused by them, I have to cover for my subordinates who love to do things in their own pace way too much. And then…
Izumo: Wha, there’s more…?
Seri: Much more! I told you upfront, didn’t I?! For example, the government that always curries the favor with His Excellency, yet tries to make lapdogs out of us; or the police that try to get in our way because they think it’s their territory; or the National Defence Force that keeps coming at us to probe into all things Slate-related; or Tokyo Assembly that drags out structural alternation to the Family Register section for the n-th season already. Oh, and the Neighborhood Association tried to force us - and us alone! - to sort out our garbage!
Izumo: The Neighborhood Association…?
Seri: Not to mention that there’s a mountain of inside issues, too. We’ve got to let the Rabbits with their equipment supplies pass through, yet our agents are so slow to start working! The Captain is unexpectedly careless when it comes to paperwork and just pushes almost everything onto me. Fushimi-kun can do work, but his working attitude is absolutely terrible…
Izumo: Hey, wai– Stop! Stop! It’s turning into a completely one-sided monologue, y'know…
Seri: But that’s not even half of it! Oh well. Now, propose a solution.
Izumo: Eh?
Seri: You’re giving people advice here, right? So, propose a solution to my troubles, I’m waiting.
Izumo: Solution… Ah! Well, about that… Erm, uh, what I want to say is…
Seri: What you want to say is…?
Izumo: See you next time!
Seri: Don’t you try to worm your way out of it! Give me proper advice! It’s because you lot are so damn irresponsible that…
Izumo: Wai–! Neck!!! My neck!!! Ow!!! Uncle, uncle!!! Ah…!

Izumo: Aah, today is an awfully unlucky day for me… Let me introduce our third guest today going by the pseudonym Monkey-san.
Saru: Tsk! What the heck? Misaki’s not coming here today, huh? Geez, how long does he plan to hang out with those worthless guys anyway? He should just stop playing their make believe game of heartwarming camaraderie!
Izumo: Um, excuse me…
Saru: Tsk, ridiculous.
Izumo: Monkey-san…?
Saru: How come–
Izumo: Saru?
Saru: –he’s all relaxed and keeps grinning like a moron when I’m gone?! I’m gone, goddamnit!!! Me, gone!!! That fuckin’ Misaki, he understands no jack!
Izumo: Hey, can you hear me?
Saru: He should’ve chased more desperately after me!!! When we run into each other, he’s all fired up seething, ‘Damn traitor!!!’, isn’t he?! Then why the hell he’s not coming to chase after me with the same zeal?!
Izumo: Eeh…
Saru: If I were in his shoes, I’d go join even Scepter 4! Yes, that’s right, that’s what Misaki should’ve done! That’s the right thing to do under the…
Izumo: Well then, see you next time! And Happy New Year!

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[K] BD5, drama Wild Suoh

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Wild Suoh

Kusanagi: He, too, would’ve been happier had he been born a lion somewhere in the savannah.

Totsuka: Totsuka Tatara’s super animal legends: Here comes Homura.

Totsuka: This is the African savannah. Today, we will take a look at the lifestyle of one Suoh Mikoto - a wild beast of prey living in this savannah.
Suoh: zzzz
Totsuka: Here he is. This is Suoh. Big, isn’t he. When a Suoh grows to adulthood, his height can reach 185cm. He is sleeping at the moment. Generally, Suoh is nocturnal and usually spends daytime sleeping like this, preserving his stamina in preparation for the night. However, it’s not rare for him to sleep at night as well. Actually, he doesn’t really work.
Suoh: *zzzz*
Totsuka: The sun is slowly setting over the savannah. Nightfall is here. Suoh’s time has come.
Suoh: *grunts*
Totsuka: Ah, he woke up. He raised his head.
Suoh: Hm?
Totsuka: Oh? It seems like he spotted something. And his gaze is focused on…
Kamamoto: Sheesh, I can’t eat any more! I’m full! But I’ll still have another one!
Totsuka: It’s a Kamamoto. It looks like he strayed from the pack.
Kamamoto: No, seriously, I’m totally full, y'know. I’ve already had more than enough, really, but still…. Munch-munch-chew-chomp.
Totsuka: Kamamoto is omnivorous and can eat anything. At this time of the year, with winter drawing near, a typical Kamamoto stores up on fat. This Kamamoto is quite chubby and well fattened, too, isn’t he.
Kamamoto: Munch-yummy-chomp-chomp-yum-hehehe…
Totsuka: He is happily continuing feeding, none the wiser. But… Suoh has started to move, slowly. He’s going for Kamamoto. He broke into a run! Fast, fast, what incredible speed! When Suoh hunts, his speed can reach up to 200kmph. It goes without saying that this speed is the top class even here, in the savannah. He caught his prey! What a splendid display of hunting skills. We expected nothing less from the king of the savannah.
Kamamoto: No! Wait! Gimme a break please!
Totsuka: Suoh calmly delivers the finishing blow to the Kamamoto he caught. The Law of Nature can be quite harsh, can’t it…

Kusanagi: Now, wait a sec, will ya!
Totsuka: Oh, Kusa-ji, what is it?
Kusanagi: Suoh was clearly sleeping just now, right? Then how did he become aware of Kamamoto’s presence? He was lying upwind, so he couldn’t have smelled him. And his eyes seemed closed to boot.
Totsuka: You’ve noticed quite an interesting detail, Kusa-ji! Please take a closer look at Suoh’s hairstyle.
Kusanagi: Hairstyle? You mean that red stuck up fur?
Totsuka: Yes. Do you see the two forelocks hanging down?
Kusanagi: Oh, yes, I see.
Totsuka: Actually, those are antennae.
Kusanagi: EH?!
Totsuka: Suoh can sense his prey with those two antennae.
Kusanagi: Oh, I get it. But still, I could’ve never imagined those actually were antennae… I’m in big shock from those antennae!
[T/N: Shokkaku dake ni daishokkukaku! is a (not funny) homophonic pun utilizing the similarity between ‘shokkaku’ = antennae and 'daishokkukaku’ = very shocked] Just joking.]
Totsuka: Mnn, Kusa-ji, today your jokes feel even more forced than usual…
Kusanagi: Oh, oops.

Totsuka: Now then, meanwhile, after hunting, Suoh started to stroll about. He is checking his turf.
Suoh: Aah… Burn 'em…
Totsuka: Whoa, that sounds dangerous. But rest assured. Suoh is just feeling like making declarations like that at the moment, but actually, he will not release his fir– Ah well, at least not as much fire as you could expected. Even if he might not look it, Suoh is a creature who is able to understand you if you talk to him. But of course, there are a lot of times when establishing communication fails.
Suoh: Hm?
Totsuka: Oh? Suoh’s behavior has changed.
Suoh: Hmph.
Totsuka: He’s vigorously glaring at something. In that direction there is… Ah! It’s Scepter 4! Scepter 4 is Suoh’s natural enemy! It looks like they trespassed on Suoh’s turf. And…
Munakata: Oh?
Suoh: Tch.
Totsuka: There he appears! Another great beast of prey representing the savannah, Munakata Reishi! He is the boss of this pack. Scepter 4 are beginning to stir. This is a tense moment…
Suoh: Burn 'em.
Munakata: Good grief.
Totsuka: Two giant swords appeared in the sky above the two beasts! These are the Swords of Damocles! The situation became very grave. Suoh and Munakata are going to fight for the right to be the hegemon of the savannah.

Kusanagi: Wait a sec!
Totsuka: Alright. What is it, Kusa-ji?
Kusanagi:'What’, you ask? Are you even for real? Those swords are floating in the sky! What are they? Don’t tell me those two are going to fight swinging around huge things like that? If they do, now that’s what I call grave!
Totsuka: No, no, it’s fine. Actually, those swords by themselves have little meaning. They release them to intimidate their opponent by making themselves look bigger.
Kusanagi: Ah, I see!
Totsuka: Indeed. On the other hand, though, the two beasts possess enormous power, and if they were to clash, the resulting damage to the savannah will not be light, that’s for sure.
Kusanagi: I see. That’s terrifying. Even if you release your Damocles, no one will praise you for that! Just kidding.
[T\N: Damokuresu nante dashitemo, homete nanka wa dare mo kuren ssu is another (bad) homophonic pun, this time using the similarity between 'damokuresu’ = Damocles and 'dare mo kuren ssu’ = no one will (praise you)]
Totsuka: *sigh* Aah, Kusa-ji…

Suoh: Munakata!!!
Totsuka: Now, let’s see if the two will end up wiping off the entire city or not. At the moment, they’re moments away from clashin their battle. At this rate, the savannah’s peace will really be in danger…
Anna: Mikoto.
Suoh: Huh?
Munakata: Hm?
Totsuka: Oh? Suoh straightened up from his fighting stance. What happened, I wonder? His opponent Munakata is still wary but, despite that, slowly lets his hand fall away from the sword he was ready to draw.
Suoh: Tch.
Munakata: Ooh?
Totsuka: Suoh is slowly going away from the pack. Somehow or other, the conflict has been avoided. Suoh takes his dignified leave. I don’t know why he suddenly backed down, but Suoh is a whimsical creature to begin with. Maybe, unexpectedly, his hunting flame was appeased by the Kamamoto earlier.

Suoh: Aaaah.
Totsuka: The Eastern sky is gradually brightening. Dawn is drawing near in the savannah.
Suoh: *grunt*
Totsuka: It appears that Suoh is going back to his sleeping place. And with this, Suoh’s day is over.

Totsuka: A beast of prey living in the savannah, Suoh. Is the brightness of his smile only a figment of our imagination?
Suoh: Hmph.
Totsuka: The beast leisurely strolling across the savannah with a solemn look on his face. Where is he going and what is waiting for him there? One thing we know for sure: no matter what the future might have in store for him, Suoh will still fearlessly press forward. Because Suoh is the king of the savannah.

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вторник, 07 июля 2015

22:58

Все-таки похвастаюсь "уловом":

Вверху (побольше форматом) - додзики, а внизу (поменьше) - новеллы (проще говоря фанфикшн). Все по пейрингу РейСару из K project (правда, там одна додзя с пейрингом АкиСару затесалась) Я, наверное, единственная, кто не только додзи японские добывает, но еще и японские фан-новеллы, ибо я ж читать люблю больше даже, чем картинки глядетьXD Между прочим, в транспорте удобно читать - и формат у новелл обычно небольшой, карманный, и то, что на япе - плюс, ибо заглядывающие через плечо все равно не поймут, что в тексте жесткий яой творится, хехехе;Ь

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