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От переводчика: Thank goddess, I’m really glad to read it. Though I was certain that there’s no way Yatachan could hate Fushimi easily despite of what Fushimi did to him.

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Game center, ramen store, Homra bar, the path through basketball court’s back.
Yata Misaki didn’t exepect that compare to the light feelings he has while riding his skateboard, there’re also some fun in his sphere of activity.
Sometime like today, Yata doesn’t drop in Homra bar. Therefore, he’s at game center.
After enjoying himself in cheers of the gallery with the rhythm that made him use all of his energy, Yata’s in good mood and gets hungry. Therefore, he’s at ramen store.
His comrade’s at his home to help out by chance, so Yata thinks of contacting that comrade and inviting him. He strokes his PDA wristwatch and slides his fingers in the screen. But then he selects another column of the telephone directory by mistake.
”!”
The row floating in the space is “HA” row*.
If he stretchs out those names that line up on vertical row and scrolls down, it’ll arrive to a certain name that he’s still unable to delete…..but,
“KE-!”
There’s no way that he would do it. Just hurry changing to the “KA” row and call that comrade.
“Hey Kamamoto, it’s me! I’m about to go to eat ramen, wanna join me?”
His tone was rough somehow.


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*The “HA” row includes those letters : “ha” “hi” “FU” “he” “ho”. It means that if Yata scrolls down, there’ll be “Fushimi Saruhiko” here. In other words, the name that Yata’s still unable to delete in his telephone directory is “Fushimi Saruhiko”.

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K Side:Red (глава 2 - The Golden Cage, часть 1/2)

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От переводчика: Here’s part of the book’s main storyline. WARNING: Spoilers, really really bad translation.

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Anna was watching Suou silently from the shade of the counter.

With her small hands and feet folded and sitting while hugging her knees, the lower half of her body was hidden behind the counter as she softly peeked in Suou’s direction. It appeared as though Suou was using all of his power to ignore the little observer.

“Hey…” Suou’s deep voice filled the air. Kusanagi, who was cooking behind the counter, feigned an innocent smile.

“Yeah?”

“What’s up with that?”

“What do you think, she’s interested in you. Aren’t you popular. Isn’t it nice, bein’ watched by a cute girl.” When he said that cacklingly, Suou glared bullets at him.

Normally, Suou doesn’t care about other people. He was of course used to being payed attention to, having people try to gauge his expression, and having his every move scrutinized. He’d accepted it as a matter of course.

But, when it came down to it, being stared at by a little girl with only half her face peeking out made it incredibly difficult for him to relax. Anna looked away in a manner that seemed very intentional, Suou moved his legs around irritably while leaning on his elbow, and Anna continued watching him as though it were deeply interesting.

Kusanagi’s expression softened. It wasn’t a terribly funny situation, but…

“Hahah, this is great. Been a while since I’ve seen you act so straightforwardly annoyed.”

“Shut up.”

Recently, Suou had been seeming to wear away at his emotions in order to keep the balance between his power and his mind. To Kusanagi, seeing that Suou make such an immature face because of a child was delightful.

Before anyone realized, Anna, who had been hiding half of her body in the shadow of the counter, had moved forward a little. She was still balling her small body up as usual, but she was a bit closer in Suou’s direction, and now she was watching Suou from behind a chair. Suou’s face screwed up.

“Hey, what happened to Totsuka and the others? Make them take care of her.”

“Ah, Totsuka’s off with Yata-chan to clean up some outside business.” From that alone, Suou seemed to understand. ‘Hmph’.

Then, a red marble fell from Anna’s pocket. Anna started, watched the marble with her eyes, and stood up. The marble rolled along to Suou’s feet. He leaned down slightly and picked it up.

He had heard from Totsuka that Anna may have clairvoyant abilities. Kusanagi and of course Suou had figured that the red marbles were likely the medium for the girl’s powers. Suou, in a way that implied it wouldn’t be exaggerating to say he was interested, looked into the marble.

Through the red glass, Suou looked at Anna. When he felt that their eyes had met through the marble, Kusanagi’s whole body shivered.

…They connected.

Without understanding why, Kusanagi felt that. Through the red marble, two different people named Kushina Anna and Suou Mikoto were set to the same channel and /connected/.

Suddenly, Anna’s body shuddered and twisted. Her small body then fell.

Before she hit the floor, Suou, who had kicked his chair aside and stood up, grabbed her in his arm.

“What!?” Kusanagi hurried out from behind the counter. While being held up by Suou, Anna twitched a little several times as though she were having convulsions, and then she went limp.

“I guess… we’ll need to call an ambulance, right…?”

“Yeah.” Kusanagi slowly let the strength escape from his tensed up body. He felt a cold sweat on his back.

“…what was that just now?”

All Suou had done was look at Anna through the marble he picked up. But at that moment, Kusanagi had felt that the two of them “connected”.

Suou clicked his tongue.

“That was careless.”

Kusanagi frowned, and looked between Suou and Anna’s white face.

“What happened just now?”

“Probably, this one’s /too sensitive/.” Suou gestured at Anna, and then looked at Kusanagi to question what he was going to do. Kusanagi wordlessly replied by indicating the ceiling. Suou obediently carried Anna up to the second floor, and put her on the bed he usually used.

It was hard to tell whether Anna, having lost consciousness, was even breathing or not without looking closely, and one would be concerned about whether she was really alive. Kusanagi properly covered Anna’s body with a blanket before turning to Suou. At the same time, Suou threw the red marble he had had clenched in his fist at Kusanagi.

Barely catching it, Kusanagi held the marble up to the light. Looking through the red glass, the world was stained red. He remembered Honami saying that Anna was only able to sense the color red. Perhaps Anna looked at the world through this marble.

“This is…”

“That’s just a normal glass ball.” Suou threw this statement out and sat down on the sofa.

“But, to that brat, it’s probably a key for the sake of connecting to the world.”

“A key, huh… then, that was…” Suou pulled some cigarettes out of his pocket and put one in his mouth. He then spoke around the cigarette in a slightly muffled voice.

“She probably accidentally connected with me.”

Totsuka said that perhaps Anna had the power to “see” and “feel” something. If that power were to extend to a human’s inside and memories, then…

There was no way a seven year old girl would be able to look at Suou’s insides and be fine. Kusanagi sighed deeply, and also pulled out a cigarette.

“What should we do…”

Thinking of what would happen to the little princess their former teacher had entrusted them with, Kusanagi let out another sigh along with smoke.

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The Nanakamado Scientific Research Center.

-Is the institution Anna was hospitalized in. Up front, it was just a medical research center. There was a hospital attached to it, and it was a general hospital that many civillians went in and out of.

But in truth, its real main goal was to treat those who had been harmed by incidents involving supernatural powers, and the research part of it focused on the research and education of Strains. It was a place like a combination of the golden king’s public and underground sides.

“It’s really fishy, how they’re secretly grabbing Strains from the shadows.”

Totsuka smiled wryly at Yata, who was already raring to invade enemy territory.

“Well, even if you say it like that, most Strains don’t know why they’ve got their powers. In order to keep civillians from finding out about powers and panicking, and to educate Strains and hide them from society, that kind of thing is needed… or so they say.” He’d been told that by Kusanagi. However, Totsuka was also not able to shake off his suspicions towards this “Center”.

Ever since the incident the previous night where Yata and Kamamoto came in contact with the blue clansmen, Yata had had blood rushing to his head. Last night, Yata and company hadn’t known that Anna was a Strain, but when they were about to explain, Yata jumped to the conclusion that “those guys, I bet they’re doing human experimentation on Strains underground!” and even Kamamoto was going “that’s right, Yata-san! Let’s go deal with those guys!”. But what they were supposed to do today was examine the Center. Definitely not barge into it.

Totsuka was, in a way, Yata and company’s supervisor, but it was worrysome with just Totsuka who was a noncombatant, so they were dragging Fushimi along. Fushimi obviously didn’t want to be there, but in the end he came along without objecting.

Totsuka, Yata, Kamamoto, and Fushimi, the four of them, passed through the general hospital’s wide entry hall. With the reception counter patients went to in the corner of their eyes, they went further into the hospital. Totsuka and Fushimi, in their comparatively normal clothes, were one thing, but Yata who had a skateboard at his side and Kamamoto who was portly, had blonde hair like a textbook delinquent, and wearing sunglasses, stood out and drew stares.

“…Is it okay that we’re being really conspicuous.” From diagonally behind Totsuka, Fushimi said that softly. It wasn’t okay, but, well, it couldn’t be helped.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’ll all work out somehow. More importantly, Saru-kun, this is the way towards the research area, right?”

“…please go up the staircase further in.”

Fushimi replied as he looked down at his own terminal. Before coming here, they had had Fushimi using hacking to get ahold of the Center’s outline. Of course, the hospital side’s map was normally posted on the walls, too, but nothing about the research side was made public.

Following Fushimi’s directions, they continued through the hospital which was so big it would make a first-time visitor think it was a maze. After going far enough, the presence of other people got smaller all at once, and the staircase Fushimi had mentioned had a “authorized personnel only” sign on it, but they ignored it and went on by.

Going up to the forth floor and exiting into the hallway, silence hit their ears. Passing by places without much human presence, and after the hallway had turned several times, that door was there.

“Past here should be the roofed passage to the research area.” Said Fushimi as he looked at his terminal. Yata suddenly put his hands on the locked white door, and tried to open it forcefully. Fushimi kicked him from the flank, on the flank.

“Ouch! What do you think you’re doing!”

“As if it’ll open from just that, stupid.”

Yata looked sullen at Fushimi who looked exasperated, dropped his skateboard to the ground, and put one leg on it.

“I’ll just break this thing into bits.” As he said that, a red aura spilled from inside Yata’s body. Totsuka hurriedly held back his shoulder.

“Now now, hold on!”

“What!”

Fushimi sighed ostentatiously from behind Yata. He then went in front of Yata, held down the nose of the skateboard with his foot, and got in the way so Yata couldn’t rush forward.

“Cut it out, dolt.”

“Wha!”

Being told that by Fushimi, who looked completely fed up, Yata turned red. In that opening, Totsuka dragged Yata away from the board.

“Kusanagi-san said not to make a fuss, right? Stop it with the ‘if there’s an obstacle, break it apart’ approach.” Being told that by Totsuka, Yata frowned like a spoiled child.

“Then, what are we going to do? Give up?”

Totsuka shrugged his shoulders in a droll gesture.

“Nope. If we went back here, there’d be no point in having come. But, there’s also no point if we make a fuss and people gather around. I’ll do it.”

“Eh, can you?”

Yata showed his surprise so straightforwardly it was rude. Totsuka smiled and stood in front of the door. He put his hand on the door, pulled back a bit, and confirmed the places that were locked. Fortunately, the lock itself appeared to be something simple.

Totsuka stared closely at the gap between the door and the wall- the part that was locked. Then, he filled his gaze with power. At that moment, Totsuka’s body shined faintly red. His head heated up, and he felt like the insides would burn up. He endured that pain by clenching his teeth, and just focused his power in his eyes. Straining out his body’s power thinly, sharply, imagining something like radiating heat from one’s eyes into a physical object.

Like that, for tens of seconds. He continued to concentrate despite Yata getting tired of waiting and starting to fidget at his side, and filled his gaze with all of the thin power within himself. With a sharp noise, sparks flew from the part Totsuka had been staring at. After that, strength left his body as though the strings holding him up had been cut, and he wavered slightly. But, he stopped himself after only stumbling back half a step.

“It was a success… I guess?”

Totsuka smiled while breathing a bit harshly, and put his hand on the door to try pulling it. It appeared as though the lock part had been cleanly cut, and the door opened easily.

“…this doesn’t count as wrecking it?” To Yata, who said that in an exasperated way, Totsuka replied dully.

“It’s okay as long as we wreck it quietly.”

As he stroked the cut lock with his finger, Kamamoto growled in an admiring way,

“But man, you sure are talented.”

Totsuka ended up hearing the same thing from Kamamoto as he had heard from Kusanagi that morning. In the red clan, Homura, most of the members have destructive powers. Within that, Totsuka was extremely weak combat-wise, but in place of that he was able to use his powers in strangely “delicate” ways instead of destructive ones.

The bird of flames like a magic trick he had shown Anna that morning, and cutting off small objects with high heat. Of course, not only did they require an environment to quietly concentrate as well as time, and an extremely small amount of power, making it almost useless in battle but, well, it was pretty useful.

“But now I’m tired out… sorry, lemme take a break…” Letting some complaints spill out in the face of the lethargy that came after using his power, Totsuka kneeled down.

“We haven’t even started anything yet, you know.”

Even while making an exasperated face at the already exhausted Totsuka, Yata waited a little while. He gave Totsuka a hand when he got his breath back and tried to stand up again.

After entering the research area through the door with the broken lock, Yata rolled his shoulder, Kamamoto folded his arms above his stomach, and Fushimi pushed up his glasses.

“Now then, let’s go uncover some evildoing!”

Along with Yata’s yell, the four of them stepped into the Center’s research area corridor.

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It was the usual, tiresome dream again.

Suou was standing in the middle of a burnt wasteland. It was a vacant lot with only the remaints of crumbled buildings and such to be seen vaguely, with thin smoke rising, and a burnt smell permeating. Suou stood alone in the center of it. There wasn’t a single person other than him who was alive.

…no.

“Don’t come into someone else’s dream.”

Saying that lightly, Suou turned around. Behind him was a doll-like girl wearing lacy blue clothes. At a single glance, he understood that it wasn’t just an existence brought to life by his own dream. The girl standing in front of him existed as a distinct, different

personality that had nothing to do with his will or unconsciousness. The girl- Anna tilted her head with her expression still blank.

“I’m sorry.”

She said that without a shred of apologeticness. Suou breathed in lightly, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

“…s’okay. In fact, sorry for showing you something weird.”

This was probably a result of Anna ending up “connected” with Suou using her power and the marble. They were sharing dreams. Anna slowly looked around the wasteland with smoldering burns.

“Mikoto.”

Suddenly, Anna called Suou’s name. His eyes widened slightly. He shouldn’t have introduced himself to her yet, but then he thought that Honami must have told her for just a moment, before immediately realizing that that train of though was idiotic. He and Anna were “connected”. Not only his name, it wouldn’t be strange if Anna knew everything about Suou’s past.

“Did Mikoto do this?” Even though she spoke in such a halting way, Anna said this strangely maturely. Suou didn’t reply, sat himself down on some remaining rubble, and breathed out some tobacco smoke. Come to think of it, this may have been the first time he had heard Anna’s voice.

“Do you know about the Kagutsu Crater?”

Anna tilted her head at Suou’s question.

“It’s something that happened before you were born, but in the past the lay of the land was a bit different. One day, the southern part of the Kantou region went flying, leaving just a crater.”

Anna silently looked up at Suou.

“Apparently, that thing was caused by a single human’s powers going out of control.”

To be specific, it was the power of the previous red king. Ones who become king have powers beyond human knowledge, but once they lose the balance needed to control their powers, the powers go berserk, and the king is disciplined by the “Sword of Damocles”. That discipline doesn’t only destroy the king, but also causes huge damage to what is around them. The falling of the Sword of Damocles is the one thing that must be prevented at all costs.

“…will that happen to Mikoto, too?”

In response to the small girl’s straightforward question, Suou smiled self-depreciatingly.

“Who knows.”

Honestly, there were moments where he thought that wasn’t bad. Moments where he thought he would want to just use up all of his power.

But the sight waiting after that is what’s shown in this damned dream. This was Shizume City, having been completely destroyed by Suou’s power. And that, to Suou, was how the future would be.

Anna was silent for a while, looking straight at Suou. And then, she slowly opened her mouth.

“You have something you can’t throw away, don’t you.”

Suou frowned at her words. What a cheeky brat, he thought. Sometimes, he was assaulted by urges to destroy that were difficult to control. Sometimes he wanted to let loose the aching power within him, taste a moment where his blood could boil, and throw away all the shackles binding him.

However, Suou was aware of the things that he would lose if he were to end up doing that. And so, whenever he was assaulted by those urges, in order to kill them, he would chip away at his feelings and ambitions, becoming like a living corpse.

That was a way to protect the people around him from himself.

“Mikoto.”

Suddenly, Anna spoke.

“Mikoto is pretty.”

Being called something he had never been called in his entire life, Suou made a questioning face. Come to think of it, he remembered that Anna was only able to see red, and that she was able to see the red color of his powers. He sighed lightly.

“You’re a difficult brat, too, aren’t you.”

Upon opening his eyes, Suou saw Anna, who was sitting up on the bed. Still lying on the couch, he turned his face to look at her. After carrying Anna who had fainted to the bed, Suou had nothing to do and dozed off on the sofa. And then, they accidentally shared their dreams, most likely.

“…Are you feeling okay?”

Anna no longer had a white face like she did when she fell. To Suou’s question, she nodded a little.

“I see.”

What a weird kid, Suou thought as he closed his eyes again.

+++++++++

Fushimi’s glasses reflected light from the monitor as he faced the computer. From behind, Totsuka and Yata peeked at what he was doing.

Yata and company had successfully invaded the Center’s research area and were breaking through the security of a computer to take a look at the data within.

“Hey, how much longer? If you don’t hurry, someone’s gonna come.”

“You’re annoying. Be quiet.”

Fushimi replied in an annoyed way to Yata, who was irritably rushing him. Kamamoto was keeping watch at the door to make sure no one would come. Several times, someone would pass through the hallway and make them nervous.

“…this, huh.”

Along with Fushimi’s small whisper, a search window opened. In it, Fushimi typed ‘Kushina Anna’. Along with blinking words saying one had been found, Anna’s face appeared. Her doll-like photograph and profile were shown first. Within that profile was the matter of the day her parents died.

Kushina Tetsuya and Ayuri died in a traffic accident. They crashed due to a malfunction with their breaks. They both died instantly from cerebral contusion.

Yata scowled at the facts written. Remembering Anna, who was so expressionless despite her age, he almost started feeling bad, and quickly shook his head. Fushimi scrolled down more. What continued down the article was written in a difficult, jumbled up way, but even Yata could tell it was talking about Anna’s abilities as a Strain.

Anna’s abilities were ‘high level empathic powers’. On top of that, it was labeled ‘danger levels high. observation required’. Yata frowned.

“Is that kid’s power really something that dangerous? It’s just that she’s seeing lots of different things, right? How is that bad?”

To what Yata said, Fushimi snorted a bit as he ran his eyes down the screen.

“In other words, either there’s a danger that it’s not just something like clairvoyance, or they want to be able to use ‘because she’s dangerous’ as an excuse.”

When Yata looked like he was about to question that, Kamamoto moved. Jumping back from the door he had been watching out of, he whispered ‘someone’s coming!’. Fushimi clicked his tongue, closed the window with Anna’s information in it, and forcibly shut off the computer.

The four of them hiding themselves in the shadow of a desk and the room’s door opening happened at almost the same moment. Opening it loudly, a man in a white coat came in.

“Hm? Who left this mess out?” Saying that in a suspicious voice, the man approached. While the computer was turned off, they had ended up leaving a bunch of files open on the desk.

Watching the man’s face from the shadow of the desk, Yata thought. Should they run across the floor and escape? But if four men moved, then surely they’d be noticed. There wasn’t any choice but to use force.

When Yata began to stand up, having decided to beat the guy up and shut him up, Totsuka noticed it just in time and held him back. Without actually saying anything, they gave each other looks that said ‘What are you doing!?’ and ‘Calm down!’ silently, then Totsuka while still holding Yata down gestured at Fushimi with his other hand.

Fushimi sighed slightly, moved along the floor, and when the man came up to the desk he swiftly got behind him. Fushimi hit the back of the man’s neck with a chop. It was light, but the man in the white coat fell without a single sound. Yata looked indignant and turned to Totsuka who was holding him.

“Why’d you let Saruhiko do it even though you stopped me?”

“You were just going to beat him up like usual, right? I keep telling you it’ll be bad if we make a fuss.”

Yata looked away feeling sulky when Totsuka said that. That was true, so he couldn’t complain, but as it was, he felt like Fushimi was more trusted than him, so he didn’t like it.

“Though, now that this has happened, it’s only a matter of time until they find out we’ve sneaked in.”

Totsuka, who looked unconcerned about Yata’s sulking, folded his arms and said,

“If we had to say what else we wanted to check out, it would be…”

He looked at Fushimi, who said with a bored look,

“Of course, the place where they’ve actually got the Strains, right.”

++++++++++++

It was a surprisingly peaceful scene in the place they reached by following the map of the Center Fushimi had hacked.

Rather than a facility, it had an atmosphere more like a school dorm, and people who appeared to be Strains were loitering around. Coming this far, the four of them looked less out of place than they did in the hospital. If it was within the Strains who walked around freely, then there wasn’t a need for Yata and company to hide, and it was surprisingly simple for them to mix in.

“Things look unexpectedly free, don’t they. I thought it’d be a place more like a lab or something.”

Said Kamamoto as he hurriedly looked around the area. Yata shoved Kamamoto’s head down with one hand.

“Don’t look around! They’ll think something’s up!”

“You’re noisy, too.” Fushimi said as he looked at Yata dully. Looking down at his terminal, Fushimi whispered like he was talking to himself.

“…the reason why this place is so open is probably just because the only Strains here are ones without particularly great powers. Guys with more important or dangerous ones would be more properly isolated… looking at this, that’s probably underground.”

Fushimi looked to the side at Totsuka.

“What do you want to do? If you want to get in there, then not making a fuss… I think it’ll be impossible.”

In response to Fushimi’s heatless, indifferent words, Totsuka smiled away in an unconcerned way.

“That’d be bad. I guess we can’t go that far. We need to do our best to stay out of trouble this time.”

Without going in any deeper, then what they could do to get as most information as they could would be…

As Yata folded his arms to think, someone spoke to them from behind.

“Hm? I haven’t seen you all around. New guys?”

The one who spoke to them was a friendly-looking Strain boy of about seventeen or eighteen. Just what they needed. Yata put on a smile. With an expression so bright it was fakey, he went up to the boy and threw an arm around his shoulders like they were good friends.

“Hey, sorry, but could you talk to us for a sec?”

The Strain boy’s face was drawn when Yata’s smile suddenly invaded his personal space.

“Sooo, basically, we came to check and make sure you guys aren’t being treated unfairly. Got it?”

In the deserted hallway they had taken the Strain boy to, Yata was saying that to him in a threatening way, arm still around his shoulders.

At a glance, it looked like they were in the process of shaking him down.

Yata who completely had the taste of a thug who was acting under the guise of friendliness, the huge-bodied Kamamoto who wasn’t saying anything but just standing there to the side, Fushimi who was boredly leaning against the window and looking outside with an unreadable expression, and finally, Totsuka whose thoughts were impossible to read under his smiley face.

The Strain boy was totally nervous.

“…um, no… there’s nothing particularly unfair… the food’s actually pretty good…”

“There’s something, isn’t there! Getting forced into human experiments called “check-ups”, or being treated like cows, or getting beaten up when you disobey at all!”

“No… not really…”

The boy scratched his chin with a completely troubled face as he looking from side to side as if to find a way to escape.

“In fact, since you can get some compensation if you cooperate with the examinations, some people come just because they want to… I mean, I’m one of them…”

“Aah?” Yata ended up letting out a threatening voice at this situation, where it seemed like the theory about the Center being the bad guys wasn’t matching up.

Strange. Even though the blues who appeared in front of Anna last night showed a bad atmosphere.

“Even if that’s true for you, do you know anything about how the Strains with stronger powers are treated?” Totsuka asked with a smile.

“Not really… well, there’s lots of weird rumors, though.”

Yata leaped at what the Strain boy mumbled immediately.

“Hey, hey, there IS something! Try telling us.”

“No, but, it’s just a baseless rumor… that in the basement, there’s Strains who were caught committing crimes and they’re being secretly experimented on to turn them into something like living weapons…”

“That, that, that, that!” Yata got excited and his eyes shone. In contrast, the Strain boy got less and less excited.

“…it’s seriously just a rumor. There’s not many guys who take it seriously.”

“No, they’re totally experimenting on Strains. My intuition says so.” Yata folded his arms and nodded to himself.

“Have any other weird things been going on?” When Totsuka asked, the Strain boy tilted his head in a troubled way.

“Even if you say that, what’s weird and what isn’t… I’ve even gotten used to stuff like the ‘Rabbit’s’ inspections even though they took me by surprise at first, so…”

“The rabbit’s inspections?” Yata frowned at the weird-sounding word.

“You don’t know about the ‘Rabbits’? They’re the guys with the weird masks. They wear a creepy mask that’s got something like rabbit ears sticking out, and they wear something like kimono… they come at certain times and look around the center. It’s super creepy. Since they’re all wearing the same masks and kimono so you can’t tell them apart at all. Instead of a group of people, they feel more like different creatures…”

“…They’re personal guards.”

Totsuka spoke.

“They’re a group who never show their faces and their identities are unknown. They wait on the golden king, and if they receive orders they’ll do anything… the reason why superpowered kings are able to exist without causing much of a fuss is thanks to the ‘Rabbit’s’ information control unit. They show up when something happens that could cause a panic in society and make the memories people have related to dangerous things vague, apparently… I guess the ‘inspections’ are them coming to check and make sure everything’s being run properly.”

Yata went ‘hmph’ as Totsuka spoke while looking off into space, trying to recall.

“If the personal guards’ examinations are that exaggerated, then even if this facility is under the Golden King’s reign, it doesn’t seem like he trusts them all that much.”

Totsuka nodded. Watching Fushimi and Totsuka’s conversation, Yata went ‘hmm’ and let his voice spill out.

“Not being able to trust his own comrades or whatever, that golden king guy’s a weirdo.” He thought it was the kind of thing that would be unthinkable in Homura. Suddenly, he realized that Fushimi was looking coldly in his direction.

Totsuka smiled wryly as though to intervene.

“Well, the golden clan is so huge compared to everyone else you can’t compare them, so it’s completely different from us.”

“You guys, you’re red clansmen… huh.” Said the Strain boy as he looked at Yata and the others. Kamamoto stepped forward, cornering the boy.

“Don’t tell anyone about us, ‘kay? …Anyway, when those ‘Rabbit’? Guys come to inspect things, do the guys here act like they’re trying to hide something, or anything like that?”

The boy looked like he was desperately trying to think.

“Aah… well… the Center guys look kinda nervous before the ‘Rabbits’ come. Come to think of it, Mizuchi-san also-“

Partway through what the boy was saying, Yata felt a chill run down his neck. Before confirming the situation, he followed his instincts and shoved the talking boy away before jumping back.

Where Yata and the boy had been standing a moment ago, along with a sharp cutting sound there was a silver flash. Yata’s cheek hurt. He turned around. To the side, he saw Fushimi get out several knives and get ready in the corner of his eye.

Behind Yata and company, there was a guy in blue holding an unsheathed saber. Thin eyes looking out from under a long black fringe, and thin lips. Cheeks that looked smooth.

“You…” Yata glared at the blue guy. He felt blood run down his cheek. His skin had surely been cut slightly. He had been cut at from behind with no warning.

“I didn’t think we’d meet again so soon.” On a face that looked like a Noh mask, the guy in blue wore a slight smile. It was the blue clansman Yata and Kamamoto had come in contact with last night.

“I said that the next time we decide you’re in the way of our mission, we’ll kill you, right?” From behind the black-haired blue guy, another blue guy with light brown hair and the exact same face appeared, saying this while mixing glee into his smooth voice.

“…Yata.”

“These guys are the creepy twins we met last night.” Yata said in response to Totsuka’s quiet question without looking away from the twins in blue. He had a cold sweat on his back. He had only just recently become a clansman and didn’t have much experience, but he was blessed in power. And yet he (and, as far as he could tell, Fushimi) hadn’t noticed the blues at all until the moment they attacked.

“Haha!” Laughed the black haired guy in blue.

“Fufu!” Laughed the brown haired guy in blue as well.

“You’re intruders, aren’t you?”

“You’re who we’re too elimate, aren’t you?”

Totsuka looked between the blue twins who spoke alternatingly with a smile that was starting to look a bit nervous.

“…if we surrender quietly, would you listen to what we have to say?”

“It’s no good, Totsuka-san. You should get back.” Yata dropped his skateboard to the ground and put on foot on it, getting into position. No matter how he looked at it, it didn’t seem like they’d be able to negotiate peaceably. They had killing intent leaking out.

Totsuka obediently took a few steps back.

“I’ll follow your warning, but in truth, we’re the ones at fault here, so don’t do anything rash. Our goal is to retreat.”

“If it were possible, I’d like to do that.” Said Fushimi in a quiet voice. The brown-haired guy in blue slowly drew his sword. The two of them took a stance with their swords pointing at their opponent’s face together.

“Scepter 4, Minato Hayato.”

“Also Scepter 4, Minato Akito.”

“We will advance with sword in hand.”

“For our cause is pure.” The twins in blue said that in turn, in voices holding no emotion.

“…for future reference, can I ask what you two’s ‘cause’ is?” In response to Totsuka’s question, the two of them lifted the corners of their mouthes more.

“The punishment of those who would break the rules.” The twins spoke in sync.

Yata and Fushimi stood forward as though to confront the twins, while Totsuka and Kamamoto were behind them. If they hadn’t been like that, then Totsuka may have been the first targeted.

The black-haired guy in blue- Hayato move. He ran in Yata’s direction. To avoid his sword, which came down from above their heads, Yata slipped to the side on his skateboard. At the same time, he collected power in his right fist. The power in his right fist shone red, and right after the sword was lowered he tried to bury that fist into Hayato’s stomach.

But, right then, he felt a presence behind him. All of a sudden, the brown-haired guy in blue- Akito was behind Yata. Yata, who had been distracted by Hayato’s attack, had a sword soundless slashed at his back.

…Shoot.

These two aim for one person together.

This was something he had learned last night. As he was about to click his tongue at his own carelessness, a knife surrounded by a red aura came flying. Akito’s saber, which was about to cut Yata’s back, immediately changed direction to intercept the knife.

The clanging sound of blade on blade resounded.

It was Fushimi. Fushimi was holding knives that shone red with the power he had filled them with. With eyes one couldn’t imagine from his usual unmotivated form, he was looking dangerously at the twins.

“…is it your style to attack the weaker guy and take him down together?”

Yata was offended by Fushimi’s way of saying it. He had already experienced the fact that these guys wouldn’t fight fairly one-on-one, but he couldn’t accept the ‘weaker guy’ part.

But, the twins smiled.

“That’s right.”

“Hey, hold on! Whaddya mean?! Are you trying to say I’m weaker than Saruhiko!?”

“Totsuka-san.” Ignoring Yata’s howls, Fushimi called out to Totsuka in a cool voice.

“Protecting you is a pain.”

Totsuka nodded immediately. Understanding that he had been told he’d be holding them back, he grabbed the arm of the Strain boy who hadn’t been able to get up after being thrown away by Yata, pulled him up, and started to escape from there together.

“Saru-kun, Yata, what’s our aim?” Even while moving away from the sudden battlefield, Totsuka spoke. Fushimi replied in an annoyed way.

“To escape from here, right.”

“Right. Don’t get done in!”

“Please hurry up.”

Smiling wryly at how annoyed Fushimi sounded, Totsuka ran off.

“Kamamoto, you go too!” Yata said as he glanced to the side at Kamamoto.

“Yata-san…” Kamamoto looked worriedly between Yata and company who were confronting the blues, and Totsuka who was leaving, while not sure what to do.

“There might still be other blues around. Go with Totsuka-san!”

“Ri, right!”

At Yata’s words, Kamamoto was finally able to decide, and went after Totsuka who was already running ahead.

“Now, then.”

With a bulging vein, Yata glared at the twins in blue.

“I’ve been reminded of the unfair strategy you guys use. Fine, come at me together!”

Putting one foot on his skateboard, Yata let out a red auro that seemed to flow from his entire body. The red aura gained heat, and the room’s temperature rose abruptly. The aura in his right fist was realized and took the form of flames. The ends of the flames crackled. Yata turned his blazing eyes on the twins.

“Don’t show off alone. Even though I had to help you.”

“Shut it! Don’t say something patronizing! I could’ve dodged it myself!”

“Hmm… well, I don’t mind letting you off with that. But since it seems like it’ll be too tough with just Misaki, I’ll help out.”

“I keep telling you not to call me by name! I’ll help out just because of that, too!”

In front of Yata and Fushimi, who were quarreling, the twins tilted their heads together.

“Are you done talking?”

Turning back to the twins, Yata and Fushimi kicked off together. © trashbunny.tumblr.com/post/40135556172/k-side-r...

@темы: official-info, k project

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[Остынь, Альмейда!]

Они чудесны.
Особенно Тотсука вместе с Королем )))) Да и все остальные тоже )))



P.S. А почему нет тега Тотсуки? А то я все удивлялась что его никогда в тегах не проставляют))))

@темы: official art, Anna Kushina, Kusanagi Izumo, Suoh Mikoto, Yata Misaki, Totsuka Tatara

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[Тереска]

Тот самый долгожданный оф.арт
Кликабелен :3

Вот тут все такие милые солнышки, а взгляд Мунакаты меня совершенно точно пугает О чем он думает, косясь на Суо?

@темы: Neko, official art, Fushimi Saruhiko, Isana Yashiro, Kusanagi Izumo, Munakata Reisi, Suoh Mikoto, Yatogami Kuroh, Yata Misaki, k project

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[Ноэмин]

По копирайту пишут, что оф-арт. Оф-арт!!!НЕМОЖЕТЭТОГОБЫТЬВАШУЗАНОГУ!




Даже если не оф, всё равно ->

АПД.
АВЫУЖЕПОНЯЛИОЧЁМБУДЕТВТОРОЙСЕЗОН?!

Суо/Мунаката заказывали, эхехе?

Что из этого оф-арт и есть ли тут вообще оный - никому не ясно. Поэтому стоят оба тега.
Арт с СаруМи официален.
А Суо/Мунаката - фанарт, как нам подсказали в комментах.
А нам всё равно, мы фапаем на всё.

запись создана: 09.01.2013 в 10:44

@темы: fanart, official art, Fushimi Saruhiko, Munakata Reisi, Suoh Mikoto, Yata Misaki

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[K] Drama CD #3 - Year-end Party

[Ноэмин]

Featuring: Munakata Reisi, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki

Translator note: Again, audio is not mine. Just doing shitty translation. I really had a lots of words i don’t understand from this Drama CD and i’m not sure that if someone already translated it but just wanting to contribute. Enjoy. If you have any drama cd that needs to be translated just provide me with the audio file and i will translate it word by word with the best of my abilities.

полный текст, английский язык

Munakata : Specter 4, Lonely Year-end party.

Yata: Excuse me! Sorry for the wait, here are your drinks. Ah, please pass them through. Is this all of the drinks ordered? If you have any more orders please press that button for assistant.

Fushimi: We will commence the specter 4 forget-about-age party!

Fushimi: And, why are there only me and commander present?

Munakata: Awashima-kun seems to have a meeting with the girls and is currently attending that party.

Fushimi: Vice-commander… a girl?

Yata: Excuse me! What are your orders?

Fushimi: Edamame, Sashimi Moriawase and Dashimaki tamago. [note that he kept ordering vegetables]

Yata: With pleasure!

Munakata: Despite looking like that, in the dorms Awashima likes to sleep surrounded by fancy stuff toys.

Fushimi: How do you know it?

Munakata: Hehehe…You didn’t thought i would install surveillance cameras in all dorms of the Specter 4?

Fushimi: It’s a crime.

Munakata: Every eyes and ears.

Fushimi: What’s with your smug face? Can i leave the dorm?

Yata: Excuse me! Orders?

Fushimi: Komochihisha, Yulinchi and Hokusai kimchi.

Yata: With pleasure!

Munakata: That is how i’ll be drinking with you alone today. Ah, you are still underage. Well, it’s rare to have a chance like this to speak with you, do you have any troubles?

Fushimi: Don’t mind me. Even if i have troubles, i wouldn’t ask for your assistance.

Munakata: Hmph, that’s cold.

Fushimi: It’s really tough to be with you alone. What happened to all of the others? I’m sure they’ve gotten the notice.

Munakata: Akiyama-kun’s great-grandmother in the hometown is ill. Benzai-kun is celebrating his sister’s birthday. Kamo-kun has english lesson. Domouji-kun pulls an all-nighter to line up for a newly released game. Enomoto-kun forgot to record a TV drama. Fuse-kun’s rented videos were due. Goto-kun was walking his dog, Hidaka-kun went back home because he tore his shoelace.

Munakata: Getting to the point, it was later confirmed that all 8 of them went elsewhere to drink together.

Fushimi: Commander, are you really being respected?

Yata: Excuse me! Here are your Edamame, Sashimi Moriawase, Dashimaki tamago, Komochihisha, Yulinchi and Hokusai kimchi. Are they still any orders?

Fushimi: Kaiso salad, Geso karaage and Kyuri no iponzuke.

Yata: Yes. With pleasure!

Munakata: Even though i was looking forward this year’s too… All members participant hidden talent showdown.

Fushimi: Isn’t that because of the pressure, everyone back down? Since you never laugh.

Munakata: That’s not true. I looked forward to it every year. I would remain expressionless, just plainly observing. While my subordinate is being distracted by my reaction they tend to fail, looking at them makes my heart feel quench. Saying that it’s my yearly anticipation isn’t an understatement.

Fushimi: That’s the worst.

Yata: Excuse me! It’s your Kaiso salad, Geso karaage and Kyuri no iponzuke. More orders?

Fushimi: Ehiru no Aburayaki, Takowasa, Agedashi tofu.

Yata: Yes. With pleasure!

Munakata: Speaking of hidden talent show, Awashima was good last year. Although she personally felt that it was her black history.

Fushimi: The 5 mins i held Vice-commander felt eternally long. It’s been since school’s lesson that i felt 5 minutes was long.

Munakata: I liked it. Was there some kind of reason behind it?

Fushimi: You don’t have to know that.

Munakata: So, i hope you have prepared something today.

Fushimi: Even though it’s not something to boast about in a hidden competition.

Munakata: Oh, card magic?

Fushimi: Please pull one card, don’t let me see the card and remember it.

Fushimi: Call ‘stop’ whenever you feel like it.

Munakata: Then stop.

Fushimi: Slot the card in here, just cut it randomly, here.

Fushimi: The card you just pulled, is it this card? 3 of Spade.

Munakata: Hmm?

Fushimi: Was i wrong?

Munakata: No, it was correct, how do you know?

Fushimi: It won’t be magic if i talk about it.

Munakata: Fushimi-kun, one more tim-

Fushimi: No.

Munakata: Fushimi-kun, please let me know the tric-

Fushimi: No.

Munakata: I’m am your boss.

Fushimi: That’s power-harassment.

Yata: Excuse me for interrupting but here’s your order.

Munakata: Fushimi-kun, since just now aren’t you ordering a bit too much? It won’t be long before the table is completely filled.

Fushimi: Isn’t it fine since it’s funded? It isn’t an amount that we would be hated by the money sector.

Munakata: Well, i don’t mind but despite ordering this much, you have rarely even lifted your chopsticks.

Fushimi: That’s because i hate all vegetables.

Munakata: Fushimi-kun is a picky eater.

Fushimi: The only thing i’m interested are those who have blood and flesh. Ah, i hate raw fish too.

Munakata: Quite selfish.

Fushimi: I don’t want to be told off by you. Excuse me for a bit.

Munakata: Where to?

Fushimi: The toilet. I’m leaving my card here so it’s fine if you want to check it.

Munakata: How? How is it different?

Yata: Sorry, coming through. C-coming throu- AH!

Yata: I’m sorry! Customer are you alright?

Fushimi: It stained my feet though, wipe it MISAKI~

Yata: I’m sorr- HUH?

Yata: HUH? Saru! Why are you at this place?

Fushimi: You finally noticed?

Yata: Ah! It was your table that keep pressing the darn bell!

Fushimi: That’s because didn’t quite notice.

Yata: As you can see, it’s end of the year season and i’m shitty busy. I don’t have the time to look at every customer’s face. I don’t have time for you today! If i’m fired, i wouldn’t be able to pay this month’s rent.

Fushimi: Hehe, isn’t it tough for poor people.

Yata: Shut up! Heh! Sames goes for you, having your end-year party at this kind of run down bar. You blue guys must be spending too much money on unnecessary things right.

Fushimi: I have received something that you don’t. It isn’t like you get payed by Homra right? For somebody doing dirty work to be putting on airs, all they do is to stay in the bar the whole day. The truth is aren’t you giving Kusanagi-san trouble? Right? Don’t you feel bad for Kusanagi-san?

Yata: You bastard, don’t talk about the Homra like you’re familiar with them.

Fushimi: If you’re just looking for a job, why don’t you just join Specter 4 too? AHH! But you’re a junior high graduate idiot, you probably can’t even pass the written tests!

Yata: You were in junior high when you joined Homura too! Feh! Because you all are gathered by things like written exams that your organisation are all tensed. The connection between us Homura are something more mental and emotional. It’s admiration for Mikoto-san and bonds!

Fushimi: Heh, don’t the Homra have some lame entrance test?

Yata: Don’t say lame! That’s for us to see if we’re able to receive power from Mikoto-san or not. In a grand…mysterious ritual!

Fushimi: Puh! Mysterious ritual? You’re an idiot right!

Yata: Shit! I still can’t believe why someone like you passed the test. It must be some kind of mistake.

Fushimi: Heh~ Even your Mikoto-san makes mistakes too huh?

Yata: You bastard! Whatever you do, mocking Mikoto-san is something i won’t forgive. Seems like you want to get killed badly. Fine, get out in the front.

Fushimi: Aren’t you in the middle of work?

Yata: Like i give a shit about work! Killing you is my top priority now!

Fushimi: That’s more i like it. Just quit your puny job and keep on chasing me MISAKI!

Munakata: Hmm, there doesn’t seem to be any trick in the cards. Fushimi-kun, please tell me the tric- Ah, he hasn’t been back since he left for the toilet.

Munakata: Hmm, alone huh? I have also prepared something for the hidden talent show but there’s isn’t anybody to witness it. What a waste for this nose-glasses. Laughing or not, it’s the best way to allow me to observe my subordinate without being troubled by my reactions. Huh, it’s boring.

Munakata: I hope Akiyama-kun’s great-grandmother will be alright. Benzai-kun’s sister, I’m wishing you a happy birthday as well. Kamo-kun, let’s hear you talk in english starting from tomorrow. Domyouji-kun, you can buy your new game online. Enomoto-kun, I’m recording the same TV drama. Fuse-kun, I thought the rental shop closed down two weeks ago? Goto-kun, your pet is a cat, isn’t it… Hidaka-kun, aren’t you always wearing engineer boots?

Munakata: Fushimi-kun! Is Fushimi-kun done yet?

Munakata: The bill please, the receipt to Specter 4.

Munakata: Hah! Am i lonely?
© vk.com/project_k_official_community

@темы: Fushimi Saruhiko, Munakata Reisi, Yata Misaki, k project

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[мазолист]

Одна из CD-драм с четвертого выпуска BD-дисков аниме.

"Праздник в честь окончания года"
Мунаката, Фушими, Ята.

DRAMA CD – 03 セプター4·ふたりぼっち忘年会 by listyaka

Краткий пересказ (взято тут):

Фушими и Мунаката празднуют окончание года в баре, где подрабатывает Ята.
Оказывается, что у Мунакаты есть камеры слежения в комнатах всех членов Скептра4, поэтому они обсуждают своих коллег.
- Видишь, у Авашимы-кун вся комната набита чучелами животных.

Оказывается, что основной состав Скептра разбежался по делам.
Акияма вернулся домой, потому что его прадед серьезно болен. Бензай празднует день рождения своей сестры. Камо отправился на занятия по английскому. Энди ушел в ночную очередь добывать только что выпущенную игру. Эномото сбежал, чтобы поставить на запись дораму. Фусе отправился сдавать взятые в прокате диски. Гото выгуливает собаку, а у Хидаки порвались шнурки на ботинках, поэтому он просто не может прийти.

Вот Фушими и Мунаката и празднуют окончание года вдвоем.
При этом, они прекрасно знают, что все члены Скептра использовали совершенно тупые предлоги ради того, чтобы не прийти на ужасно скучный и надоевший всем праздник, на котором вечно устраивалось шоу талантов (а еще им явно надоел Мунаката, который вечно наблюдал за всем этим с бесстрастным лицом, нацепив на себя какие-нибудь смешные очки).
Фушими приготовил карты для фокусов, чтобы показать их во время своего выступления, и теперь Мунаката просит его научить всем трюкам.

Фушими заказывает себе блюда из овощей, пускай и ненавидит их. Но потом ему, очевидно, надоедает сидеть в баре с Мунакатой и он отлучается, но в коридоре неожиданно сталкивается с Ятой, который наконец-то понимает, кто был тем странным посетителем, заказывавшим только овощи.
Начинается извечная перепалка.
- Если меня уволят, я не смогу оплатить свою квартиру!
- Ну, в таком случае, почему бы тебе не присоединиться к Скептру? Ах да, ты ведь закончил только среднюю школу, ты точно не сможешь пройти письменные тесты при вступлении! - смеется Фушими, как бы забывая, что он сам тоже закончил только среднюю школу.
- Чтобы вступить в Хомру, нужно тоже проходить разные тесты! - не сдается Ята. - И вообще, помни, что ты получил свою силу от Микото-сана во время благородного, таинственного ритуала!
Фушими смеется над последними словами Яты.
Перепалка продолжается.
В конце концов, Фушими задевает Микото, Ята бесится.
- Мисаки, бросай свою работу, - дразнит его Фушими, - бросай ее и преследуй меня!

А в это время Мунаката сидит в баре один.
- Акияма-кун, я надеюсь, твоя прабабушка в полном порядке...
- Сестра Бензай-куна, я поздравляю тебя с днем рождения...
- Камо-кун, давай с завтрашнего дня ты будешь говорить исключительно на английском...
- Доумоджи-кун, ты ведь можешь купить эту игру онлайн...
- Эномото-кун, а ведь я тоже записываю эту дораму...
- Фусе-кун, а мне казалось, что тот прокат закрылся две недели назад...
- Гото-кун, твой питомец ведь кот, не правда ли?..
- Хидака-кун, ты ведь всегда носишь сапоги без шнуровки...

@темы: Fushimi Saruhiko, Munakata Reisi, Yata Misaki, k project

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[Остынь, Альмейда!]

Подскажите пожалуйста, а что ближе к новеллам, которые я так понимаю являются оригиналом каноном истории, аниме или манга?
А то они как-то друг с другом вроде не особо вяжутся....

@темы: вопросы

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[Gamma~]

мой фанарт на эту парочку, очень люблю этот пейринг♥♥

@темы: fanart, Neko, Yatogami Kuroh, k project, G

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Side:Blue Prologue

[Ноэмин]

пролог Синей новеллы, английский язык

"The Chosen Man" stands in the rain.
A cold rain which, at any moment, may turn into ice. However, the chill seeping into his skin and the uncomfortable sticking of his wet clothes are irrelevant to him. Each raindrop falls to the ground without a single one touching him, coincidentally avoiding his body entirely. Almost as if there is an invisible umbrella open above him.

"The Chosen Man" stands on a battlefield.
The exploding grenades, falling to the ground like a torrential downpour, however, stray from their vertical trajectory before impact, so he is unharmed by the scattering fragments. The stronger the power of the grenade, the further diagonally it strays from above his head.
So, what if an atomic bomb was to be dropped above "The Chosen Man?" Even if it glides diagonally away and misses ground zero by a few kilometers, he can no longer escape injury to his body.
However, destiny will preserve his safety to the last. As a result, what would happen?
Nothing.
The bomb will neither fall, nor will it explode. It will continue to exist, paused in mid air still full of its fatal energy, above the invisible umbrella--

The above is a thought experiment called casually, "Umbrella and Bombs." It's an allegory for the Weismann Theory's concept of a probability point. The nature and abilities of the leaders chosen by and who could control destiny were first defined, measured, and theorized in Germany in 1944. Then, the following year the first scientifically defined "King" was born in the middle of conflict. In the midst of death and destruction, a shining sword hung over his head. This is neither an allegory, nor a fairy tale. This is historical truth.
But, perhaps--
If thought of as the point in time where the rules of the real world were rewritten, maybe it should be called a certain kind of fairy tale, a myth of creation. They twist, stop, and dominate with their will the laws of nature once controlled by microscopic coincidences and macroscopic certainties--the era of demigods.
201X - In a corner of the world, set on an island in the Far East, the prologue to this myth is still continuing.

†
Casually, they're "superpowered."
Said a little more politely, they're "uniquely powered individuals."
Scientifically, they're "probability-inclined psychokinetics."
Legally, they're "persons retaining abilities caused by a unique phenomenon."
In the jargon within the police organization, they call them "supes."
When police officer Kusuhara Takeru first saw that, it was his second month as a part of the Metropolitan Police Department Riot Squad. It was his nineteenth summer. The strong rays of the sun reflected off of the asphalt. His protector and helmet were burning him up on both sides, and the sweat forming inside his uniform dripped to his feet and pooled in his boots.
"…It's hot," he murmured quietly.
Next to him, head patrol officer Tamura Atsushi, still facing forward, said shortly, "Don't lose focus."
"Ah… I'm sorry." As he answered, he moved his head slightly to catch a glimpse to see how Tamura was doing. He was six years older than Kusuhara. The younger members of the squad adored him like an older brother because of his more mature calm demeanor and good humored personality. That Tamura was unusually nervous. He couldn't see his expression behind the face shield, but he could feel a strong wariness from his small movements.
The robber had taken hold of a bank in the office district--that was how the situation had been explained to Kusuhara. They stood directly in front of the bank with its shutters down, gripping their riot batons and making a blockade line with their riot shields. It was a dangerous mission where they were literally bearing the brunt of the theft, but since Tamura had experience in scenes like this, he always kept a collected composure. To Kusuhara, that was reliable… But what about now?
He could overhear bits and pieces of the correspondence a platoon commander in the back row was having with command headquarters. There were two robbers. They had threatened the clerks at the teller window and taken the money, but since emergency communications were prompt and they ran into trouble retreating, they had failed to escape. They took some of the bank staff and customers as hostages and shut themselves inside.
It had been two hours since the incident. With communications open with the criminals on one hand and the information gathered from off-duty clerks and customers kept out from the hold, they were able use both to get a grasp on the situation. How the criminals looked, the number of hostages, the facilities within the bank--and most importantly, the weapons the criminals had. Most of the customers witnessed the gun pointed at the teller clerk and testified, "They shot the ceiling as a threat," "One of the fluorescent lights broke." On the other hand, there were others saying, "I didn't hear a gunshot," "It didn't go off," and that contradiction led investigation headquarters to call to mind one possibility.
"--Inclination levels have moved from 3.5 to 4. Assuming suspect as a supe."
"Understood. Assuming suspect as a supe and guard--"
Tamura's mouth stiffened at the overheard exchange coming from behind them.
"So it is a supe… Be careful."
"…What's a soup?" Kusuhara whispered back. Since Tamura had talked to him, he figured it would be alright to talk just a little bit. Rather, if he dared to open his mouth in a situation like this, then he might have something important to say.
"A superpowered. You've heard of them, at least?"
"Ah yeah, like, a superhero--" When Kusuhara spoke, Tamura stirred and stood at the ready. The side entrance opened slightly, and a man in a brown beanie poked his face out. In his hand, he held a gun. Once in a while, the robbers would come and look at the outside situation like this. "…But he looks surprisingly normal."
"It's weird that he looks normal."
"Huh… Ah, okay," Kusuhara nodded. What felt "normal" was, more than the man's appearance, the impression he got from his movements. Whether it be a blade or a gun, the one holding the weapon will move with their consciousness centered on it. Holding it in front of them at the ready in order to use it at any time, or holding it with the muzzle or tip pointed down at the feet in caution--it would be an obvious thing were it a real gun. But were it to be a model gun or some other bluff, then they would most certainly try to deliberately show it as a real one. But this man wasn't showing the characteristics of an armed person. He was treating the gun in his hand carelessly, like a toy.
-- Why, in a tense scene of a crime, walking around carrying something like a gun, isn't he treating it like a weapon?
If Kusuhara put the "unnatural naturalness" he felt into words, that's what it would be. The answer was--
--Because the criminal had separate weapons for show and use. Then why didn't he show the weapon he used? He could think of two reasons: He didn't want to show his real weapon… Or, that weapon was invisible.
"--Look carefully. There's something like a heat haze coming out from around his body, right?"
"Ah, you're right." At Tamura's words, Kusuhara nodded. "Kinda, like, waving…"
"By gravity or light or whatever, it's warping bit by bit."
"Ooh, gravity. I don't really understand, but that's awesome… Do they fly and shoot beams like superheroes in movies?"
"Nah, if his power's in the single digits, then he's got the strength of a kid at most."
"What," Kusuhara gave a wry smile. "His gun looks like a fake, so why don't we just charge in and hold them back?"
"Don't let your guard down," Tamura said with a hardened voice. "I almost died because of that."
"What?"
"This eye… I've only got half my eyesight in it." With a gloved fingertip, he tapped his face shield. "It'll be four or five years ago now… Had a run in with one of those supes. When we ran in with our shields, an invisible finger stuck me over my shield and into my eye. Like… twisted."
"Ew…"
"There were some other guys who got their brains smashed. You be careful, too."
"…Yes." Kusuhara nodded meekly, and stood on his toes to look over the riot shield. "If that's so, then we should definitely stay as far away as we can… Oh." His movement must have stood out within the group; the man in the beanie, who had been looking around at his surroundings, locked his gaze onto him and gave a light wave with his gun.
"…?" Kusuhara leaned forward--
"--Idiot! Don't stick your head out!" Tamura said sharply, and Kusuhara involuntarily shrank back. At that moment, the man in the beanie swung his gun downward. It was almost like he was trying to hit someone in front of him with the grip, but--
Thump.
With a hard sound, the top of the riot shield was sliced off diagonally.
"Wah!?"
Kusuhara threw his head back, and Tamura yelled, "He's in range!"
"--Pull back! All men pull back!"
The policemen around them withdrew like the receding tide. Kusuhara, who had fallen on his behind, and Tamura, who was grabbing onto his collar and dragging him, were left behind.
"Get rid of your shield! It's not gonna help!"
"O-Okay… Wah!?" The shield he had just tossed away was split in two in front of him, and a number of cracks ran through the asphalt at his feet. They were long, straight cuts, much like an invisible knife cutting butter. That "power" was surely no more powerful than a child's strength. But at the same time, it had more range and density than Tamura and the others had imagined. The unseen blade the superpowered himself materialized from over twenty meters away passed through the road surface on Kusuhara's sides and arrived at Tamura's feet.
Tamura fell with a grunt. The blood from his calf scattered on the asphalt.
"Tamura-san!?"
The moment he turned around, Kusuhara felt a strange sensation on his back. That omen of the wavering of narrowing space, an echo without a sound. The next attack was closing in on them.
His body moved reflexively against that invisible phenomenon. He got himself up, gripping the fallen riot baton by his feet and posing on one knee, he swung.
Clang! There was the sound of clashing metal. Then, the asphalt behind Kusuhara's left side cracked open. The wooden baton hit the invisible blade and made it change directions, and hit the road.
The man standing in the door at the far end of his sight was looking his way, puzzled.
-- That was…?
Kusuhara himself was also looking at the baton with wide eyes. Something like a faint haze on his hand and baton wavered, then disappeared. When he looked back at the door, the man in the beanie was raising his gun again. Most likely, he used his attack with swinging his arm down like a sword. Timing it with the instant the man lowered his arm, Kusuhara stood, raising his baton in an uppercut.
Clang! Again, he flung away the invisible blade causing a hard and heavy response.
-- I can do this…!
Keeping his labored breathing under control, Kusuhara held out his 120 centimeter baton at the ready out in front of him, like kendo. He was able to block the "invisible attacks," which had been able to slice in two with no problem a thick polycarbonate shield, with a wooden baton - as irrational as that guess was, he had an intuitive belief. The feeling of the hit from just a moment ago still remained in his hands.
"Don't move!" The voice from the speaker he heard from above him was directed at the man in the beanie. Behind him, using the personnel transport vehicles as shield, a number of troops held submachine guns at the ready, pointing them at the man. This was no longer an average crime, and the response had changed to that of dealing with an armed terrorist attack.
"Put down your weapon and come forward, slowly!"
In this case, he didn't know how much meaning there was in making him throw away his "visible weapon." Were the man able to use his power unarmed, then wouldn't taking away his weapon be impossible? But in any case, in this situation it seemed that his side would settle it in their advantage. With all the guns pointed in his direction, the man was no longer able to move. Were he to try to cut Kusuhara and the other troops, he would be showered with tens of bullets in the next instant. He had no choice but to obediently step down.
When Kusuhara let his guard down just a little, another man appeared from within the side entrance. It was the second man of the two criminals. His clothes were similar to that of the first man, but he was a bit taller, and his beanie was black. From his demeanor, he looked to be the leader. He seemed to be saying to the first man, "What's taking so long!?" In one hand, he was holding a simple gun.
"You two, throw down your weapons!"
At that voice, it seemed as though the man in the black hat realized the situation for the first time. Or he may have put on such an act on purpose. He looked around, and gave a shrug of his shoulders at the number of guns facing them. Then, the man tossed his gun as he was told. He let it go with a big, slow movement, as though it was a display to Kusuhara and the troops. Then--he swiftly swung his arm to the side.
Boo- boo- boom!
Suddenly, three personnel transport vehicles behind Kusuhara exploded. The mass of heat and impact from the inside of the vehicles ripped the frames off, and scattered iron scraps at high speed with the blast. His colleagues were blown away like splinters and hit the ground.
"Wha…!?" Kusuhara winced, and at his feet Tamura groaned.
"Beta Class…!"
"Beta…?" When he tried to ask, the blast, delayed by a few seconds, hit his back, and he fell forward a step.
Clonk!
The baton was cut in half right in front of his eyes. He could see a smooth cross section, like a cucumber cut with a kitchen knife. While his attention was taken with the explosions behind him, the first man attacked with his "invisible blade." At the same time, there was a light impact on his forehead. For a moment, the image of his head and helmet both in round slices appeared in the back of his mind, and reflexively he threw off his helmet. Blood slipped down his temples. The blade had cracked his face shield and reached his forehead. But it was only a slight wound.
Preparing himself for the next attack, Kusuhara held the halved baton at the ready, and brought it up to his face. Then the man in the black beanie pulled back the man in brown, and took a step forward.
Beta Class. That's what patrol officer Tamura had just said. It was probably about that guy. What did it mean? Was it the strength of his power? Or the type?
The man in the brown beanie attacked with an invisible blade, but the man in the black's weapon was most likely invisible bombs. Would he be able to block it with a stick? Hit the bombs he throws like a baseball… Could he do such a thing?
As he churned these thoughts, the expression of the man in the black beanie reflected in Kusuhara's eyes. His cheeks were twisted in a smile, and he thrust his fist in his direction--
As he opened his hand, in the far distance in front of Kusuhara a small thing burst out. A clump of very high energy with neither color nor shape--it seemed like the very air itself was compressed. In the next moment, it shone like the sun--
-- Will it explode!?
Kusuhara dropped the baton and covered his face with both his hands. At that moment--
Ting! With a high pitched noise, the explosion was sealed.
"Wha…" Kusuhara opened his eyes partway.
The strange and dangerous bomb was like a small sun the size of a fist, but an even more mysterious thing was covering the dazzling ball of light. It was a shining blue cube, about ten centimeters on each side. Like the bombs and the blade, it was not a normal object and seemed like a distortion of space, but it appeared in a shape he could clearly see. The bomb sealed inside was violently pulsating to release its fatal amount of heat, but it was firmly constricted, like shut inside a living crystal.
The blue crystal sealing the pulsating ball of light was a strange work of art that slowly spun before Kusuhara's eyes.
As his eyes were enraptured with that unrealistic sight, a voice from far behind him spoke, "…You are quite the natural at this." It was a calm, well-carried voice. He turned around, and in the black smoke that lingered over the road, there was a strange group.
It was a group of about twenty, wearing an unfamiliar blue uniform. Each carried a long saber at their waist, and walked together at a calm pace. The image of them in two lines was almost like that of blue castle walls. Kusuhara was used to the sight of blockade lines made of armed riot policemen, but what made him still think so was that each man's existence was filled with some sort of energy; an immensity of each presence. The man standing in the middle of the line stood out even among them. He was most likely the leader of this group. From his rather thin and tall body and spectacled, intelligent features he had a presence that almost overwhelmed everything around him.
"There are many of those who manifest their power in the shape of a sword. That is because the sword itself is the symbol of the most fundamental offensive ideal and the will--it is an extension of your arm in a hard and sharp form." Keeping his pace, the man in glasses spoke to Kusuhara.
His interest was for some reason directed not to the bombs that destroyed the large vehicles, nor the injured lying here and there, nor the superpowereds who caused their injuries, but to Kusuhara.
"However, those who can use their sword for protection are few. You strike against and stop a sharpened and concentrated will off attack with your own just as, or even more, concentrated will. An innate talent over simply technique is necessary for such an unusually difficult action." When the man came in front of Kusuhara a smile appeared on his face, and he placed a hand on the protector's shoulder. "Indeed. That was you just now. It was truly excellent. …But afterwards was not so good."
"Huh…?"
The man in glasses concentrated power into his hands slightly, and Kusuhara took a step back. Then he extended his hand to the crystal remaining in mid air, and it moved to his palm and began to slowly spin there.
"If you hold on to your will strongly, everything within reach of your sword will become the sanctuary your will controls. Even the most primitive of accidental power discharges will not encroach on that." Playing with the crystal in the air, the man turned to the superpowereds in the doorway. His associates also passed Kusuhara and stopped a few steps in front of him.
"…Scepter 4!" The man in the black beanie flung his right hand sideways at the ranks. Five bright balls of light appeared in front of them and--
Ting! They were all sealed within cubic crystals without waiting a second for an explosion, and floated in a stack on the palm of the man in glasses. In that opening, the man in the brown hat attacked with his invisible blade. But, a woman in the blue uniform jumped out in front from behind the man in glasses, cutting into the blade's path and repelling it with the saber scabbard in her right hand.
She then held her scabbard at her waist and saluted him. "1315, transfer of authority in this incident as a Beta Case has been recognized by the Metropolitan Police Department."
"Very well."
The man's finger met with the bridge of his glasses and he gave a faint smile. He then looked up and spoke as though he was chanting to the heavens--

We of Scepter 4 carry out duties of the sword.
Forgiving of neither war in the sanctuary, nor chaos in the world--
We will advance with sword in hand, for our cause is pure!


"Men, draw!" The uniformed woman waiting at the man's side commanded the other men.
They all drew their swords at once, and held them in front of them at the ready with the blade standing. A blue, wavering atmospheric distortion spread out in a circle from each of their feet. This must be the "sanctuary" that the man in glasses had mentioned earlier.
Kusuhara, too, had heard of their name in rumors. Created by superpowereds, the superpowered-response public security organization "Scepter 4" - this ground was already their territory.
The situation was already far from the hands of normal people. When Kusuhara tried follow Tamura, who was being carried off on a stretcher by the relief crew, the man called to stop him. "Ah, you. Please wait. I'd like to show you an example."
"An example…?"
The man in glasses moved his right hand lightly, and all six blue crystals flew into the air. As he unsheathed his saber he gave a single slice in an elegant motion, and with that one blow all the crystals were cut in two.
Boom!
Said simply, six times the energy of the bombs that had destroyed the vehicles earlier was released in one fell swoop, and engulfed Kusuhara and the Scepter 4 troops in explosive flame. No, the blue sanctuary created at the same time as the explosion from the feet of the man in glasses spread much larger and stronger than those of the other troops, and protected them all.
And still, the energy pushed to the boundary of sanctuary and normal space swirled up to the skies and concentrated overhead at a mechanical equilibrium point, pressurizing.
"…!" Kusuhara Takeru looked up and saw what was being born--a huge crystallization of concentrated space and energy.
It was a sword of bombs.
It was a symbol of a will suited for order, a symbol of a spontaneous discharge of power, and a symbol of an authority to control the world.
His nineteenth summer, the first time Kusuhara Takeru saw that--
The Blue King, Munakata Reisi, and his Sword of Damocles.

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@темы: official-info, k project

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[McCreation]

Про больной мозг и выдаваемые им ассоциации хDD

@темы: k-Anime, Seri Awashimа

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я тут вроде этого ещё не видела...

[Shisui-sama]

❝ in the tenth episode, we wanted to show everyone’s feelings, and where their relationships stood before they would have to engage into the final battle｡- GoRA
это так мило Q_Q

нумыпонеличо

взято из этого поста

@темы: GIF, k-Anime, Fushimi Saruhiko, Munakata Reisi, Suoh Mikoto, Yata Misaki, k project

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[мазолист]

перевод краткого содержания тех частей Красной новеллы, в которых рассказывается о Яте и Фушими.
взять здесь.

Фушими и Ята присоединились к Хомре после окончания средней школы. Ята тут же сошелся со всеми, в то время как Фушими держался в стороне. В самом начале новеллы, Тоцука смотрит на Фушими, который, придя первый раз в Хомру, чувствует себя не в своей тарелке.
- Что?.. - спрашивает он.
- Хмм, мне просто хотелось посмотреть на новичка, - беззаботно отвечает Тоцука, чьей работой, как мы помним, было присматривание за новоприбывшими.
Фушими не доверяет Хомре, поэтому Тоцуке подобное "присматривание" дается не очень легко. Он решает называть Фушими "Сару-кун", и тот лишь бесится, потому что терпеть не может подобное обращение. Но молчит. В отличии от Яты, который, услышав из уст Тоцука "Мисаки-кун", сразу же разозлися и запретил его так называть.
Тоцука понимает, что Фушими бесится из-за подобного обращения, но все равно не прекращает его называть подобным образом. Вообще, для Тоцуки, Фушими - человек (вернее, ребенок), которого очень легко понять и прочесть его мысли, что, в общем, делает его интересным.
Вскоре после вступления Фушими и Яты в Хомру, бар посещает Кушина Хонами, бывшая учительница Суо, которая приводит с собой Анну, свою племянницу. Анна, как мы уже знаем, сирота, ее родители погибли, а сама она долгое время находилась в больнице. Поэтому Хонами, желая хоть как-то развеселить девочку, приводит ее в бар к бывшим ученикам. После разговора с Анной, Тоцука понимает, что она стрейн. Поразмыслив над этим, Хомра приходит к выводу, что Анна попала не просто в больницу, а в больницу, где изучают стрейнов, и ей грозит опасность. Ята и Камамото отправляются туда вместе с Хонами и Анной, чтобы проверить все и, в случае чего, защитить их.
Ночью, Ята и Камамото, сидят в парке и ведут наблюдение. Будучи друзьями, детства, отношения у них вполне нормальные и доверительные, и Ята, пользуясь случаем и свободным временем, решает придумать себе кличку, с которой было бы не стыдно уходить на задания.
- Не хочешь просто использовать свое имя? - интересуется Камамото.
- Не-а, оно совсем не крутое, - отвечает Ята.
- А, точно, - вспоминает Рикио, - ты же всегда ненавидел свое имя из-за того, что оно какое-то девчачье.
Ята бесится и отвешивает ему подзатыльник. Они еще немного спорят, и в итоге Ята останавливается на "Ятагарасу".
- Ну... звучит, нормально, - бормочет Камамото, явно не впечатленный кличкой так, как Ята.
Они обсуждают свое задание. Рикио вспоминает о том, что изначально сюда должен был отправиться и Фушими.
- Этот парень сказал, что подобная работа для него слишком надоедливая, - цокает языком Ята. - В последнее время с ним стало слишком тяжело общаться. Черт, этот Сарухико!..
Ята еще немного вспоминает о том, каким Фушими был в средней школе, когда они были лучшими друзьями и проводили вместе много времени.
В это время Анна пытается сбежать из больницы. Она тихо спускается по лестнице, но путь ей прекрывает человек в форме Скептра. Ята и Камамото отправляются к ней. Поскольку Скептр, уже десять лет находящийся под контролем Золотого Короля за неимением своего, работает на чужой клан, этот человек советует членам Хомры не лезть не в свое дело, иначе может пострадать статус Красного Короля. Появляется еще один член Скептра, брат-близнец предыдущего. После короткой беседы, они удаляются, и Ята, считавший Суо своим героем, злится, потому что он очень хочет помочь своему Королю, но боится подвести его и допустить, что Суо пострадает. Камамото успокаивает Яту и уверяет, что все будет в порядке.
Услышав рассказ Яты и Камамото, Красный Клан решает вторгнуться в больницу и забрать Анну. Тоцука, Ята, Камамото и Фушими решают взяться за дело. Ята и Рикио подтверждают, что в больнице действительно проводят эксперименты над стрейнами, поэтому им нужно быть осторожными. Для того, чтобы проникнуть в здание, им нужна помощь Фушими, который, не без раздражения, соглашается помочь Хомре. Прежде чем отправиться к Анне, Фушими при помощи своих навыков взламывает систему больницы и получает на свой КПК карту. Чтобы проникнуть в больницу, Ята решает выломать дверь, но Фушими останавливает его, пнув.
- Что ты делаешь? - злится Ята. - Это же больно!
- Ты думал, что таким образом сможешь спокойно октрыть дверь, идиот? - в ответ на эти слова Фушими Ята пытается ударить его в ответ. Тоцука пытается предотвратить завязывающуюся потасовку, чем и пользуется Фушими, останавливая скейтборд Яты, не давая ему прыгнуть.
- Перестань уже, одноклеточное, - шипит Фушими. Ята краснеет, пытается как-то ответить.
Пока он занят потасовкой, Тоцука, используя свои способности, открывает дверь.
Проникнув в помещение, Хомра направляется в исследовательский центр. Фушими взламывает компьютерную систему, и Ята, как всегда непоседливый, торопит его.
- Ты слишком шумный, - отвечает Фушими, не отрываясь от работы, - помолчи уже.
На экране появляются данные об Анне, и пока Хомра читает, появляется работник. Ята хочет разобраться с ним, но Тоцука останавливает его, приказывая Фушими это сделать. Ята злится, он ведь тоже хотел показать себя, как боец, а вместо этого разобраться с противником поручили Сарухико. Тоцука объясняет, что если бы работником занялся Ята, то их бы тут же обнаружили. Ята мысленно соглашается с этим, но все равно злится из-за того, что Фушими оказался более полезным, чем он.
После того, как Хомра попадает в отделение для стрейнов, они встречают маленького мальчика и разговаривают с ним об этом месте. Оказывается, что среди подчиненных Золотого Короля нет доверия, потому что к ним примкнул Синий Клан. Ята радуется, что подобной проблемы нет в Хомре, но замечает холодный взгляд Фушими и удивляется ему.
Они продолжают разговор, но неожиданно появляются близнецы из Скептра, которых уже встречали Ята и Камамото. Синие пришли, чтобы поймать нарушителей, и Ята с Фушими принимают бой. Когда Яту чуть ли не задевают, Фушими прикрывает его.
- Нападать вдвоем на слабейшего - это ваш стиль боя? - спрашивает он.
- Именно, - отвечают близнецы, а Ята вновь злится из-за того, что Фушими назвал его слабым:
- Я что, выгляжу слабее Сарухико?
Фушими зовет Тоцуку и говорит о том, что защищать их - отвратительное и раздражающее дело. Тоцука понимает и уходит, пытаясь увести с собой Рикио. Ята и Фушими заканчивают бой с близнецами, во время которого Фушими в очередной раз выводит Яту из себя, называя его по имени. В конце концов, они уходят и возвращаются в бар.
Ожидавший их Тоцука проводит Яту и Фушими на второй этаж, посоветовав принять душ. Фушими пропускает Яту первым. Ята с сомнением смотрит на Суо, но тот пожимает плечами и пропускает его туда.
- Только будь тише, - останавливает его Тоцука, - Анна-чан сейчас отдыхает, поэтому не буди ее, хорошо?
Когда Ята уходит, собравшиеся на первом этаже обсуждают события прошедшего дня. И тут сверху раздается крик. Судя по всему, кричал Ята, а не Анна. Тоцука и Камамото переглядываются, затем переводят взгляд на Фушими, который только пожимает плечами, но настораживается. Кусанаги и Суо тоже переглядываются, не решаясь идти наверх, но, в итоге, присоединяются к остальным.
Поднявшись на второй этаж, они натыкаются на совершенно голого Яту и Анну, смтрящую прямо на него.
- Ч-что тебе нужно?! - чуть ли не кричит покрасневший Ята.
- Я просто хочу помыть руки, - спокойно отвечает ему Анна.
- Сто... что?!
- Прекрати уже выставлять свою невинность напоказ, - произносит Фушими с поскучневшим выражением лица, словно он только что увидел самую глупую вещь на планете.
- Н-но девочка неожиданно зашла сюда!..
- Это всего лишь ребенок, не так ли?
- Н-но ребенку нельзя видеть подобное!
- Ну так поспеши и прикрой то, что ребенку нельзя видеть.
Пока Ята и Фушими переругиваются, Тоцука продвигается вперед и разворачивает Анну спиной к Яте.
- Ха~ И стоило идти сюда из-за такой бессмысленной ситуации, - вздыхает Кусанаги.
Суо ничего не говорит и молча уходит со скучным выражением лица, показывая таким образом все свое отношение к этой ситуации. Только Камамото, вздохнув, находит полотенце и накрывает им Яту.


продолжение следует~

@темы: другое, Anna Kushina, Fushimi Saruhiko, Kamamoto Rikio, Kusanagi Izumo, Suoh Mikoto, Yata Misaki

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[Ноэмин]

Сайд-стори Сару и Сэри. Отрывки, я так понимаю.

Сэри

Сару

© vk.com/anime_k

@темы: scans, Fushimi Saruhiko, Seri Awashimа, k project

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[мазолист]

согласно официальному сайту, второй сезон К начнется 4 октября.
prepare your hearts.

@темы: k-Anime, k project

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[crywer]

здесь...

@темы: icons

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С Днем Рождения Куро!!!

[Дамира]

@темы: Yatogami Kuroh

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miniDJ "Shotahiko-kun!"

[koganeiro.no.kousai]

Здравствуйте, дорогие сообщники.
Захотелось поделиться одной из милейших на pixiv'е мини-додзи о малыше Сарухико.

+shotahiko-kun!+

pixiv: キョウ

Что там творится - думаю, и так нетрудно догадаться. Но я была настолько умилина, что перевела это дело.
Это голый перевод. Тем более - мой первый в жизни. Да и учу я сей лунный язык год с хвостиком.
Мои дорогие сэмпаи по нихонго - gomennasai; я приму все ваши тапки и помидорки со смирением.

мой бредоперевод

Диалоги разделены на страницы и панельки (---) для удобного ориентирования в тексте.
1 стр
(задний фон) Фушими-кун малюткой стал!
Фушими (Ф): Тц!
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Мунаката (М): Смотри-ка, Фушими-кун, это сладости~
Ф: *круть*
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М: Смотри-ка, Фушими-кун, это мишка~
Ф: *круть*
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М: Смотрии-ка, Фушими-кун, это Ята Мисаки~
Ф: !!!
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М: Ну-ка, ну-ка~
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Ята (Я): ЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЭЙ!!!
2 стр
Я: Ты какого хрена человека словно куклу какую-то подвешиваешь?!
Ф: Митяки…
М: Нуу, для привлечения внимания Фушими-куна ты все-таки лучше всего подходишь.
Ф: Митяки…
Я: Да пофиг мне, придурок! Опусти меня уже!
М: Оу, ну это вряд ли…
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Я: ЖИВО ОПУСТИ МЕНЯ!
М: Это вряд ли…
Ф: *всхлип*
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Ф: *плак* Ми… Митяки-и... (капитан – дурак! так нечестно! )
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М: С-смотрии-ка, Фушими-кун, это Ята Мисаки~…
Я: С-смотри, Сарухико, это я~…
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*бдыщь*
М: Ого…
3 стр
Ф: Митяки-митяки-митяки… *тиск*
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М: Ята-кун, позволь и мне его, пожалуйста, на ручках подержать.
Я: Нет. Сам у Сару спрашивай.
М: Фушими-кун?..
Ф (?): Хоть пальцем ко мне притронетесь, посчитаю за сексуальное домогательство.
М: …
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М: *топ-топ*
Я: ГЬЯ-А-А-А-ЧТОЗА-ЧТО-ТЫ-ДЕЛАЕШЬ!!! *отпихивает*
М: Да ладно, я не против и с Ята-куном вместе. Дайте мне себя обнять. Тоже хочу к вам присоединиться…
Я: Да ни за что!!! Извращуга! Хватит, сказал! И к Сарухико не лезь!!!
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Ф: (слова на ленте) Сегодняшнее страстное откровение: «К Сарухико не лезь, К Сарухико не лезь…»
Я: Чё это он вдруг засмущался…
М: А ты, я смотрю, всё также неизменно сражаешь Фушими-куна наповал.*
* в оригинале написано «キラー», что происходит от англ. «killer», только в японском искажен смысл: убить – не «лишить жизни», а именно «сразить своим очарованием».

@темы: fanart, Fushimi Saruhiko, Munakata Reisi, Yata Misaki, k project, PG

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[#Penguin_antlered]

Название: Эта яркая счастливая улыбка
Автор: lbrook9
Переводчик: Широсаки Хичиго, он же Fukuda-kun
Фэндом: [k]-project
Пейринг: СаруМиса
Рейтинг: G
Жанры: Агнст
Статус: Завершен

Опять этот взгляд.
В нем я вижу радость.
Эта яркая счастливая улыбка.
Ты выглядишь таким счастливым, рядом с ними. Почему ты не выглядишь так, когда я с тобой разговариваю?
Я знаю, это эгоистично с моей стороны, просить тебя об этом...
Но мне просто все равно.
Почему Мисаки?..
Почему ты не можешь просто ответить мне..?
Почему я тот, кого ты отбросил в сторону?
Это так странно и как-то неправильно.
Я не прошу много.
Я не прошу, что бы ты никогда не оставлял мою сторону, хотя это было бы неплохо. Хех... Наивный!
Я не хочу, чтобы ты был прикован ко мне навсегда. Хотя кого я обманываю?
Я просто спрашиваю, почему, когда ты смотришь на меня, я не вижу твоей лучезарной улыбки, которая освещает твое лицо, ярче чем солнце, небо над головой.
Я не понимаю, что я делаю неправильно.
Я забочусь о тебе, и пытаюсь показать это.
Но я не знаю как.
Что я делаю не так? Что с каждым разом ты становишься все дальше от меня.
Почему ты никогда не улыбаешься мне?
Почему ты всегда слишком занят для меня... но у тебя всегда найдется время для него?
Если ты восхищаешься им, то так и скажи.
Если ты ненавидишь меня, то скажи это, и не мучай меня.
Но я не смогу справится с этим, если услышу правду.

Я хочу быть с тобой. Я хочу остаться здесь. Но я не принадлежу этому миру в котором находишься ты. Я притворился ,что не заметил, что никому нет дела до меня.
Может быть, я был здесь так долго и ждал тебя, что бы наконец только ты заметил, что я ушел.
Мне больно видеть, что единственным способом обратить твое внимание на меня... это угроза тому, что ты любишь, и чем дорожишь больше своей жизни.

То чем вы гордитесь, это песчинка в пустыне Сахара. Вот ваша гордость.
Ты говоришь, что ХОМРА наша гордость. Но как это может быть, когда ты и вообще все на этом отшибе жизни не замечаете меня?
Как это может быть нашим, если мы никогда не вместе?
Я всегда с тобой Мисаки.
Я всегда на твоей стороне.
Я всегда плетусь в конце, отдавая тебе все пространство, чтобы не мешать.
Но, возможно, этот разрыв между нами стал слишком большим, чтоб его когда-нибудь можно было закрыть.
Я считал, что это единственный путь получить твое внимание.
Разве это плохо?
Все чего я хочу, это видеть как ты улыбаешься, смотря на меня.
Я просто хочу, чтобы ты любил меня Мисаки.
Я люблю твою улыбку, что ярче мириад звезд.
Я люблю твою страсть.
Я люблю твою душу.
Я люблю тебя Мисаки.
Почему ты не любишь меня?



Название: Больно!
Автор: Широсаки Хичиго, он же Fukuda-kun
Фэндом: [k]-project
Пейринг: СаруМиса
Рейтинг: G
Жанры: Агнст, Стихи
Статус: Завершен
От Автора: Noah Leroy, спасибо за мотивирующий хлыст


Больно! Мисаки, слышишь, мне больно!
Я привык от любви умирать,
Снова и снова заставляя свое сердце страдать.

Я иду за тобой, как за путеводной звездой.
И почему-то мне уже все равно,
Что мой мир превратился в немое кино.

Шаг за шагом, вслед за тобой,
Твой силуэт растворяется во тьме ночной.

Страшно! Мне страшно тебя потерять!
В этом мире огромном — опять.
Я слишком многое отдал, чтоб за тобою пойти,
Как мне мир в душе без тебя обрести?

Ты нарушаешь порядок привычных правил моих,
Словно плохо сложенный стих,
Твой голос во мраке затих...

Слово за словом, порядок не важен,
Воздух в комнате слишком разряжен.
Кислород утекает, словно вода,
Я задыхаюсь, и договорить не смогу никогда!

Плохо! Мне плохо!
Слова застреваю в груди!
Почему я не могу нужных найти?

Всего-то и нужно сказать: - Я люблю тебя!
Мой мир не полон без тебя!
Никогда не покидай меня!

Но уже слишком поздно,
Это уже невозможно...


Перевод и мои почеркушки по СаруМи, принимаю мягкие тапочки

@темы: fanart, yaoi, Fushimi Saruhiko, Yata Misaki, k project, G, fanfiction

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