Muddy Buddies (@ thestrongestmaninikebukuro)

mafia-and-coloring-books:

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She’d never realized before exactly how long Shizuo’s arms were. Whenever she saw them attached to his person, they appeared directly proportional to his height. But Akane couldn’t even fit her hands down to the elbows of these enormous sleeves. Occasionally, her mother would purchase her a dress or a shirt that was a size too big, and Akane would enjoy how the sleeves covered her knuckles. She thought it was silly, to think she only had a few fingers poking out of her wrist instead of a complete hand. 

But this was extraordinarily different. Shizuo’s sweater was so big, it actually piled on the floor beside her feet. Akane found the wool material almost too heavy, as though it was trying to bear her to the ground. Of course, it kept her toasty warm. And it smelled like him. Akane smiled to herself. From the hall, the comforting hush of hot water floated to her ears. Shizuo was probably still in the shower. Akane herself hadn’t required much cleaning, since her clothes took the brunt of the action. Her poor uniform was filthy now, covered from shoulder to skirt in mud. 

She’d only been trying to help, really. She knew Shizuo’s job was dangerous. Sort of dangerous, anyway. Those men were stupid, thinking they could make fun of Shizuo while she was there to hear them. Akane wanted them to stop. No one had expected that thug to pick her up and throw her, Akane least of all. She was unhurt, but her clothes…

It was all for the best, she surmised. Akane padded down the hall and went to sit outside the bathroom. She would wait for Shizuo to finish his shower. The little princess pulled her hands to her chest and curled her knees. Grinning mischievously, she poked her head inside the sweater hole and tightened herself into a little ball. When Shizuo emerged, he’d see an empty sweater sitting out by itself! Akane congratulated herself on this clever joke.  

Being a bodyguard was never an easy job even though he was someone everybody feared. In this world really dump people existed along with the smart ones yet unfortunately, he never got the chance to meet those so called ‘smart’ people, perhaps it was because of his bad luck but lately, Shizuo’d started to question those people’s existence since all of the people he had ever met up till now seemed like they had problems with their heads. Especially the ones he had to dealth with today.. Really now, what was that idiot thinking throwing Akane like that? Jeez, just how far does the foolishness of humans extend?

A soft sigh of relief escaped the blond’s lips as he felt the warm water against his skin. This was a good way of letting relaxing, most affective one actually if he had to say. His body was all tensed up from the unwanted events today, and he believed he really deserved some piece of mind, did he not? Also, the fact that Akane was did not get hurt made him quiete happy. Normally people would curse speding their time with this monster but she was different. It was almost like she ‘enjoyed’ being around him.. perhaps it was because she was still naive to realize just how much dangerous this person was.

Covering his lower body only with a towel, Shizuo headed towards the door. Noticing one of his sweaters laying there like that he raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t this the one Akane barrowed from him? What was it doing here then? Ah, perhaps she got it dirtied and changed into something else.. not likely but oh well, let’s toss it into the laundry basket.

With a soundless sigh he picked up the sweater. “.. Huh?” At first Shizuo didn’t notice it was heavier than it should be.. Also, there should not be a head sticking out from it.



mafia-and-coloring-books:

thestrongestmaninikebukuro:

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"Yeah, I wanna see it."

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"How about this one!"

"Ahahah— I don’t know whether it’s silly or adorbale."



mafia-and-coloring-books:

thestrongestmaninikebukuro:

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"Sure we can. A pedophile is a— you will learn what it means when you are older."

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"Hehe, OK! Hehe, that’s such a silly face, Onii-chan. I can make a silly face, too! Wanna see?" 

"Yeah, I wanna see it."



mafia-and-coloring-books:

thestrongestmaninikebukuro:

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"Uh-huh, although you are a bit too young to get married and I don’t wanna be called pedophile yet." 

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"OK, so I guess we can wait until I’m a little older. I’ll be prettier then, too. But what’s a pedophile?" 

"Sure we can. A pedophile is a— you will learn what it means when you are older."





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“Tch…”



mafia-and-coloring-books:

thestrongestmaninikebukuro:

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{ At least we have each other, eh? }

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"That’s right! Onii-chan, that means we have to get married, OK?" 

"Uh-huh, although you are a bit too young to get married and I don’t wanna be called pedophile yet." 



mafia-and-coloring-books:

thestrongestmaninikebukuro:

{ That’s probably it. Are we the only survivors ? Seems so. } 

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Oh my god, Onii-chan.

We’re all alone…! 

{ At least we have each other, eh? }



mafia-and-coloring-books:

{ Same here, on my other blogs I mean. Everyone either went on hiatus or no longer active anymore. It’s a sad thing actually. }

I know, it’s like everyone disappeared at once. Where did they go? Is some kind of disease spreading? Did they all get the tumblr-virus-from-hell?

it is a mystery.

{ That’s probably it. Are we the only survivors ? Seems so. } 

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