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Unsolved Mononokean Mysteries

Just like the meta list, this is mostly for my own reference… I just like lists a lot, okay haha.

 As usual, feel free to correct me/add anything I haven’t noticed (as of right now these are all off the top of my head).

Always editing, so check the original post if you’re interested!

  • What Ashiya’s whole deal is (seeing yokai (also why did he not notice any until high school), his last name, his powers, his personality change, hearing voices of yokai that no one else seems to hear)
  • Where’s Ashiya’s father?
  • Where are Abeno’s parents? Why/how did he start working at the Mononokean (at 7, no less)?
  • Where does Abeno live??? There’s been no indication that he actually lives in the Mononokean. Does he have a house/apartment? Related to above, does he have any family?
  • Why won’t he let anyone inside his closet? (lol)
  • How exactly did Aoi die? There are several heavily implied clues, but we haven’t gotten the whole story yet. (also is Aoi dead at all)
  • Why/How did the rumor about the second master of the Mononokean killing the first one start? Was it on purpose, or just what yokai assumed because the master changed?
  • What’s so special about the medicine that Abeno gave to Big Boss Scree? Why does he keep that one specifically around his neck? Why did he need it so urgently when he went to Koura’s place?
  • Why can’t Yahiko go to the underworld? Why doesn’t he want to?
  • Why are there foxes on the underworld gates? And why did their eyes open when Kinako was exorcised?
  • Why exactly does the Executive hate humans? Most other yokai seem pretty ambivalent.
  • How separate are the underworld and the mundane world?
    • Are humans in general common knowledge? Just like most of the human world has no idea yokai exist, do most yokai have no idea humans exist?
    • The Legislator says that there’s only a few select yokai who know that the master of the Mononokean is a human, and in exact words, “There’s no telling what would happen if [yokai] learned humans were in the underworld.”, but don’t all of Abeno’s clients know he’s a human? Abeno tells Mitsuchiguya (mask yokai) that Ashiya’s a human without any hesitance, so is it okay? Do at least some of Abeno’s clients think he’s a yokai?
    • How famous is the Mononokean, exactly? It’s popular enough to have a waiting list for its services, and Big Boss Scree says he’ll tell the whole underworld about it (to which Abeno replies that he doesn’t need more work).
  • How do yokai end up in the mundane world when there’s such strict restrictions on official travel? Part of working at the Mononokean also seems to be going around looking for lost yokai.
Character Study-Pride Edition

Just a little something I wrote in honor of Pride season. I like to think Connor never did stuff like that till he met Oliver; here’s what’s going on in his head. Also, I like the idea that Connor’s middle name is Edward. Someone call Shonda and Pete. Make it a reality. Enjoy, and happy Pride to all!

Connor thought he’d never have this, that he’d never do this.

In fact, Connor thought he would never do a lot of things. He never thought he would be top of his class at Middleton, and working for one of the most renowned lawyers in the city. He never thought he would get his hands dirty rifling through file after file and case after case. Connor never thought that he would spend night after night with his colleagues pouring over evidence to try and find something to make client after client innocent when all the odds were against them.

He never thought he would chop up a body in the middle of the night, hands cracking and drying underneath his gloves. He never thought he would have to carry a body up an exorbitant amount of stairs, or that his teacher would yell at him to shoot her point blank.

Connor thought the nightmares would stop after he left undergrad. He thought the cold sweats were far behind him.

“Hey,”

At the soft voice, he snapped out of his thoughts, blinking and remembering where he was. He looked to the man standing beside him, and another flood of thoughts entered his mind.

He never thought he would have a boyfriend.

Sometimes, when he catches himself alone in the bathroom—their bathroom, looking in the mirror, he has to laugh. Connor Edward Walsh, with a boyfriend.

His reputation at boarding school and college was one of legend; he was a heartbreaker, he didn’t “do” boyfriends he would say time and time again. It wasn’t his thing. And it never will be his thing. Connor Walsh is, has, and always will be, single. And he liked it that way.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Connor realizes how wrong he was when he goes to the farmer’s market on Saturdays, with an eager Oliver pulling him along, a list of ingredients in hand, laughing at his determination to find that particular herb Oliver needs for that one recipe he’s been dying to try. Or on Friday nights, sharing the hugest bowl of popcorn ever, yelling at the antics of the Housewives of New York or the idiocy of the chefs on Chopped. He realizes how wrong he was when Connor shuffles home after a particularly painful day, the stress and anxiety and life about to get the better of him and Oliver envelops him in his arms and doesn’t say anything; he just sees and knows and holds. And Connor holds right back.

He realizes how wrong he was when their limbs are woven together, sheens of sweat cover their bodies, and names get cried out like a chorus of angels and prayers kisses rain down on one another. And in the aftermath, warm bodies gravitate toward each other, and stories and jokes are shared under the dim light of the room.

Boy, he was really wrong.

“Hey,” Connor says back, gazing at the man next to him.

“Let’s walk around, we have fifteen minutes before the show starts,” Oliver says, grasping his hand.

Connor smiles, “Yeah, let’s go,” and laces their fingers together. He sighs when the cool breeze and briny scent of the waterfront fill his nostrils.

Connor’s smile grows as he catches sight of the dazzling display of rainbow around him; on flags, on shirts, on faces. Rainbows of different colors, standing for different things, all for equality and peace.

He laughs when he sees the group of guys whooping and cheering to the music playing over the speakers, and he joins in the cheering when he sees the drag queen decked out in a red sequined dress and six-inch heels. His eyes can’t help but well up slightly when he sees the two dads admiring their happily dancing daughter, rainbow tutu billowing in the breeze, a smile as bright as the sun on her face. They well up some more and almost spill over when he sees an old couple of wives, sitting in the grass talking to a couple of boys, holding hands like Connor and Oliver’s, who can’t be more than thirteen years old.

This was Connor’s first Pride. He had no idea what he was missing all this time. His head flitted about some more trying to take in as much as he could, and his heart skipped a beat at the amount of hugging and kissing and laughing and happy crying and love.

Love.

He wipes away a pesky tear that fell from his high at the reassurance that he was in love and was loved, truly loved by another. It wasn’t a dream or a scenario he made up in his head. The love he has with Oliver is real, and tangible; so physical that he’s walking right next to him.

Connor stops in his tracks and makes Oliver stop too.

“Wh–” is all Oliver can get out before Connor’s lips met his. Hands on his cheeks, the kiss, was tender, a seal of this reality around Connor.

“What was that for?” Oliver asked when they parted, foreheads touching.

“I just…I love you, a whole lot. That’s all,” Connor breathed.

Oliver smiled, “I love you a whole lot, too.” And they joined lips again, arms winding around each other, deepening the kiss.

Connor never thought he would have this, and now that he does, he’s never going to let go.