Alla fine cosa rimane? Solo il banale orrore di due persone che si trovano per caso, si piacciono, si amano… Magari pensano persino che l'amore sia qualcosa di eterno… finché una delle due abbandona l'altra… e scompare… così come scompaiono mille e mille estranei che nella vita incontriamo per un attimo e non vedremo mai più.
It has been a long process, but it feels really good to be at a point with Chalo where we can just dabble — just flowing between playing and bouncy, happy heeling. Just a sloppy novice trainer with a primitive-type dog, just enjoying.
‘The Fake AH Crew has been captured and is in police custody,’ says Sergeant Burns. They were caught when an attempted robbery failed due the train they hijacked being deliberately diverted manually by off-duty officer Miles Luna, who has since been promoted. This brings an end to the 5-year reign of the infamous….
“Alright Ramsey, that’s enough. Hand back the newspaper.” The guard steps into Geoff's cell to take away the newspaper he had asked for.
“I’ve barely started reading it,”
“You’ve seen enough.” The guard hands the newspaper to one of his fellow officers after shutting and locking the cell door. It clangs loudly, the noise irritating Geoff. The guard smirks at the grimace on Geoff’s face.
“Better get used to that sound Ramsey, you’re going to be hearing it a lot more in your future.”
“That’s what you think,” Geoff whispers to himself, as he turns away from the door, huddling closer to the wall. In his hands, he holds a pencil, knicked from the man’s shirt pocket.
“Let me out!” Michael is unsurprisingly yelling at the two guards still standing at his cell door. The third one had to leave after the first 20 minutes when the sound grew too much and caused a migraine. The two left had long since forgotten the rules and put in earbuds, blasting any kind of music they had to drown out the Jones boy’s voice.
“Hey Bitches!! Pay attention to me. Fucking look at me. Come on, I’m BORED!” And finally one of the officers snaps.
“Shut the Fuck UP!”
The guard opened the cell door and marches in, gun in hand. He aims it at Michael’s head.
“Shoot me.” With that, Michael grabs the guards hands, wrapping them in his own.
“Miss Patillo, if you cooperate with us, it could really reduce your prison sentence. Is it really worth throwing so much of your life away for these men?” The psychologist looks Jack in the eyes with her own tired ones. She smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. They look sad. Jack’s face mimics hers.
‘They saved my life.” Jack utters it quietly, looking down at her lap before turning her face to the side, losing interest in the conversation. “Besides, I don’t know anything. I’m just the driver.” Jack leans back in her seat and refuses to make eye contact.
The psychologist leans marginally closer to Jack, and whispers. “Do they really care about you?”
Jacks eyes widen, and she glares at the psychologist. They stare at each other for an eternity, then Jack leans, reaching out and grabbing the psychologists shirt. “You don’t know.” She rips the top button off and the psychologist gasps. Jack leans back again in her chair as officers rush into the room. The button slips into her bra as she crosses her arms.
“I’m bored Lil J,”
“Yeah, me too Gav.”
“Wanna play Patty Cake?”
“What are you, eight?”
“Got a better idea?”
The pair shuffles from their position of leaning against each others backs to sitting cross-legged in front of each other on the bed.
“This is dumb.”
“Just play along. Ready? Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Bakers Man.”
“Bake me a cake as fast as you can.” A guard turns and stares at the two known criminals playing with each other like children.
“What are you doing.” The guard steps closer to the cell because surely this is some devious plan, and they must be hiding something because no way would two grown men be playing pattycake of all things while locked in a cell.
“Playing. It’s boring in here.” Gavin smiles sweetly to the officer.
“Are we annoying you? Sorry, that really wasn’t the intention.’ The guard falters at the innocent smile on Gavin’s face, and the almost shy way the other hides behind him.
“It’s okay, I guess.” The guard turns away, missing how Gavin’s smile changes, into something more devious.
“Why don’t we play a different game?” The pair stands. “Bet I can run into that wall before you can!”
“It’s on.” The pair grin at the guard as he turns to stop them.
“We’ve got you all Vagabond. Even if you escape, there’s no one left for you.”
The officers turned it into a game, to see who could rile up the vagabond more. It’s not as if there’d be any repercussions. The man’s been tied down for hours in the interrogation room. The door has been left open so everyone passing can see the infamous vagabond tied down like a dog, incapable of fighting back.
“You’re no threat. You’re nothing. You can’t do a single thing. The vagabond who’s killed more people than slept with caught by the police, along with his entire pathetic crew.” The officer taking his turn on the Vagabond is a thin and mildly pathetic thing. The highlight of his year is this moment. Ryan thinks he’ll kill him slow.
He becomes distracted however when he sees Jack being dragged past the open door. Her head is down, her red hair covering her face. Someone hurt her. Ryan thinks he’s let the guards have enough fun; he needs to get back to his crew.
Ryan feels around behind him with his hands. The cuffs are simple. The Vagabond knows everything there is to keeping someone captive, usually for torture and over the years he’s learnt you can escape cuffs. The cuffs slip off and he catches them before they clatter to the ground. Then he stands. The wooden chair legs break when he kicks his legs apart. Cuffs hung from his ankles and one wrist.
The entire room’s mood changes in an instant. Every single officer has a weapon in their hands within seconds, pointed directly at Ryan.
“A single step and we will shoot.”
Ryan grins and takes a step.
“Oi, Geoff, wake up.” There’s a pat on his cheek, and he opens his eyes. The rest of the crew stands around him. Jack is patting down Jeremy, ensuring he’s healed properly, while Ryan talks with Michael. Gavin is looking down at him.
“Is everyone all good?’ Geoff asks after climbing off the metal table.
“Yeah. It’s about 8 o’clock. Caleb brought us some clothes.” At the mention of his name, Caleb came forwards carrying Geoff’s suit. Looking around, Geoff noticed he was the last awake.
“How’d everyone get out?” He asked while pulling on his pants.
“Well, Jeremy and I ran head first, full speed into the cell wall. Broke our necks. Apparently, the officer who was watching us quit an hour later. Weak stomach. Probably good he’s not a cop anymore.” Gavin was smiling at Lil J, who giggled a bit. It was a surprising sound in the quiet of the room, but it made Geoff smile none the less.
“I got the cop to shoot me in the head. Made him angry enough he came into the cell and put his gun on me, so a grabbed his hands and made him pull the trigger. Dude’s probably fired.” Michael was grinning from his perch on another of the cold metal work benches. “Not as impressive as Ryan though.”
Geoff raised an eyebrow at Ryan who grinned sheepishly. “The had me in an interrogation room, me and about 12 cops. They all shot me when I escaped the handcuffs.” Ryan sounded embarrassed but Geoff beamed at him.
“Good job buddy. What did you do Jack?”
“Nothing amazing. I stole the psychologist’s shirt button and choked on it. Wasn’t the best way to go. They tried to give me the Heimlich.” Jack was blushing a bit. “What did you do Geoffrey?”
“Slammed my head down on the pencil I stole. Took a few tries though.”
“That sounds gross.” Gavin had wrinkled up his nose in distaste. Jack looked a little alarmed.
“Yeah, It’s not an experience I want to repeat. Come on, let’s go let the city know we’re back. I’m sure they missed us.”
Along with chapter 42, Young Ace published a short report on the anime recordings of Bungou Stray Dogs focusing on the Port Mafia cast, with art by Kanaineko-sensei, the author of BSD Wan. This is part 2 of 4 in the series of Sea Urchin’s (that little black star) observations - part 1 will be posted later (we recently realized we do have the raws after all, but this one was already done XD).
Brought to you by Liz (raw provider & translator) and Cris (cleaning, redrawing & typesetting).
When Their Rival Destroys Their World (Requested/Mafia AU)
•High Trigger Warning: Blood, Death, Child Death, Mentions of Vomit. Angst to the Extreme•
Namjoon begged you to look into his eyes, even as the chamber of the pistol aligned with your skull. Your daughter whimpered in fear, watching as her mother raised her eyes and stared deep into the ones of her father.
“L-look away D/n! Don’t look baby girl.” Namjoon cooed to his 6 year old daughter. The masked man chuckled and held an identical gun to his daughter. Namjoon roared and tried pulling on the chains binding him.
The gunshots had his body going numb. Namjoon could no longer feel, not that he wanted too. You dropped forward first, followed by the limp body of your daughter. Namjoon sobbed in anger, sadness and grief.
Worst of all, he couldn’t hold you both one last time.
Jin growled and bucked against the chair holding him back. His daughter whimpered and stared at the body that once contained her mothers soul. Jin cursed, kicked and spat in any direction.
“Baby? Baby look at daddy okay?” She raised her big round eyes, just as the second bullet lodged itself in her skull. Jin screamed in agony. His eyes clamped shut and a silent sob trapped in his throat.
His daughters pretty pink skirt was stained in blood. Her favorite teddy bear still clutched in her fingers. Jin fell back into the chair, exhausted and a broken shell of the man he once was.
He looked into the barrel of the gun with blank eyes.
Yoongi watched his wife squeeze their daughter close, trying to protect her one last time. Both were sobbing, his wife begging for the release of her daughter. Yoongi attempted to break free of the two men holding him back, but they were far stronger.
“Please! Don’t hurt them! It’s me you want!” Yoongi begged, dropping to his knees. He had never begged a single time in his life, his pride far too large for that. Yet he would grovel for the rest of his life if it meant protecting the ones he loved most.
“Kill then both.” The masked figure chuckled. His henchmen unloaded a round into Yoongi’s wife and child, emotionless. Yoongi screamed, cursing and growling like a deranged animal.
“No! No please! NO!”
Hoseok watched the two blindfolded females whimper behind the gags. His hands were retrained and so were his ankles. He was helpless and there was nothing he could do to save the two most important people in his life.
“I’ll get you out of here. If it’s the last thing I do-” The man in the mask appeared from the shadows, chuckling. “Don’t touch them.” Hobi growled. The man didn’t say a word, lifted his gun, and took out his daughter first. “NO! No, love…my love, look away.” He whispered to his wife, covered in the blood of her child.
His wife screamed, a sound that chilled his bones. Not more than the second gunshot however. His wife fell face forward into the hard ground. Hobi followed suit, mumbling to himself, a cold sweat breaking out across his body.
It was over.
Jimin pulled against the collar around his throat. He was being tied like a feral dog while he watched his Wife and daughter forced to their knees in front of them. They were just out arms reach. His daughter was crying, tears and snot running down her face. She was scared, frightened and hurt.
“It’s alright sweetheart. Appa is here.” He tried to force a smile both the cloaked man approaching his wife sent chills down his spine. The man reached down and grabbed a fist full of his lovers hair. Jimin growled and tugged at his chains.
“Say goodbye, Jimin.” His wife went limp after the gunshot, mouth spilling out blood and head oozing the same red. The little girl screamed in terror, reaching out for her Appa.
“APPA!” Jimin stretched his hand towards her, right before the final shot. His daughter fell forward, her blood coating Jimin’s face and neck. Jimin screamed for the first time in forever, the sound strangled an forced.
His entire life was gone.
Taehyung cocked his head to the side, blood dripping out of his skull. His wife and child sat a few feet away, curled into each other. His speech was slurred as he tried to talk and communicate with them.
“Y-Y/n….don’t worr-y.” His mouth foamed with blood which he spat in the floor. Tae attempted to kick his feet only to realize they were retrained to the chair. “I’ll get you both out of here.” The door on the opposite side of the room opened, and a tall man with dark eyes and chocolate brown hair entered.
He cocked the gun in his hands and held it to the little girls head. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut. “Don’t hurt her!” Taehyung yelled. What followed next would ruin him. The bullet lodged itself into her head, Taehyung’s wife sobbing in horror.
Taehyung was emotionless, mouth agape. His wife was the next target, shot in the head execution style. She fell sideways, laying over her dead daughter like some sort of cross.
Taehyung shook with anger and a broken heart.
Jungkook took another low blow to the stomach. His daughter crying for the mean men to stop hurting her father. Jungkook growled and wiped the blood from his mouth, looking up at his daughter and wife. Both were terrified, watching him get the living shit beat out of him.
“Not so tough now huh?” A deep voice chuckled. Jungkook lifted his head with wide eyes at the sound of a gun being cocked. His mouth went dry as the figure held the gun to his wife’s skull, watching her pray under her breath and hold the child close. “You’ve forced my hand.
The gunshot had his daughter screaming, which was cut off by another bullet. The two sunshines of his life fell into each other, their blood pooling on the dirty ground. Jungkook felt his stomach churn, and he puked over himself. The scene was sickening.
Jungkook sobbed. Tear and vomit mingling together.
Kunikida and Iida meet and together they create the ultimate schedule. Future agency president to class president. They're an unstoppable force.
they actually hung out somewhere in a cafe and the share their stories of their struggles of watching over their comrades and some advice of discipline (and rules
im sorry that this is short and took so long to reply is just that im rlly tired and my back hurts and i seriously need some rest and hopefully i can make a continuation for this (kuni’s side) when i feel better