Long Distance Bromance: part two

Kisumi had to cover his mouth watching little Hisa go over to the seat he had picked out for dinner. Hopefully he was the type to bounce back quickly otherwise Kisumi would be a goner. He would be the sucker doing anything he could to get him to smile again. It was probably why Hayato was so spoiled by him. His parents were really lenient towards their second son. When he was punished for something and the big fat tears rolled over his cheeks Kisumi was always there whispering kind words and promises to cheer him up later.

Sousuke will probably regret letting him babysit later on.

“Ah, I figured so. You looked like a mess when I saw you.” Frantic and pleading, ready to just cancel the appointment probably wasn’t a good mind set going into it.

Kisumi was glad he no longer had to train his face to keep his smile at bay. He took his own drink of water and his two slices of pizza towards the table as he sat across from Hisa, he figured he would want to sit right beside his Dad even though he had just been scolded by him. The empty seat beside him made him wonder why he had gotten a table for four when it was only normally two of them, Hayato and himself. Maybe he just had a sense of things to come.

“We had a lovely time..” Kisumi smiled towards Hisashi. “I was taught quite a lot of information, apparently I didn’t pay close enough attention in my science lectures.” He chuckled a bit. Science was the far end of the spectrum for what he was gunning for. Communications was probably where he would have wound up if not for basketball. That or marketing. The only science he ever liked was biology and plant study but he doubted something like that would ever interest Hisa.

Kisumi couldn’t help but grin being able to forbid Sousuke from doing the dishes. Whenever he got the chance to order him around a bit it was fun. Even though this time it was him who was going to be doing the work later. Being able to take a little of the stress that had compiled on Sousuke’s shoulders off was way worth it.

Besides he got to spend some time with Hisashi because of it. Double worth it. Having another meal together too? Triple it.

Kisumi wasn’t going to force Hisa to come say goodbye. It was enough the little guy was even excited about the possibility of seeing him again soon. It was a far cry from how shy and nervous he was before. Yet.. that could just be the sugar in Hisashi’s system doing all of the talking for him. Either way he was going to except it. It wasn’t like it was every day you could bound with your ex’s kid.

That was awkward wasn’t it. To even consider Sousuke an ex. Normally he would have thought of that term for someone bad, someone you wouldn’t come in contact again. It always sounded so negative. Sousuke was that. Now he hoped they had repaired their relationship enough to be considered friends again. They would always be friends, right? At least that’s what he had thought before they got together. Even if we don’t end up by each other’s side I’ll always be his friend, that’s enough.

It was going to have to be.

“I can free up my schedule pretty easily. You and Hisa on the other hand have a packed busy life. Just tell me whenever and I’ll make sure to swing by.” He added after patting Hisashi’s back while he clung to his leg. “You’re welcome buddy. I’ll always be happy to get the chance to spend time with you.” He added with a smile. Maybe it was a good thing he had a little soda or else Sousuke would be carrying him all the way back to their home. Kisumi walked them towards the door to see the two of them out. “Bye guys, thanks for sharing dinner with me.” He had a feeling once he closed that door it was definitely going to feel a lot lonelier in his apartment.

Maybe Hayato would want to sleepover soon...

Warmth bloomed on Nezumi’s leg and shoulder. The throbbing sensation soaked through his body as the vermilion of his blood spread and darkened his grey and cooper clothes. He continued to move, never stopping to check the injuries, adrenaline urging him forward—towards survival and safety.

By some strange odds, the paladin didn’t panic and reacted accordingly. Nezumi was unspokenly grateful for that. The shield that they brought up provided defence and coverage, more than Nezumi’s ever could. He gave one single glare at the offer of protection, but wouldn’t argue mid-battle and slipped inside the lion, the paladin followed.

Nezumi threw away his own shield with a loud clank and gripped a knife, the very last weapon in his arsenal, ready to fight any attackers who’d have the luck to catch up to them. None arrived.

They made it into the lion safely and the pilot went for his seat. Blood drummed in Nezumi’s ears and an odd sensation spread in his chest. Would this be it—? Would they just leave the planet? Would he abandon his mission today? ( His home and the mass grave where his family was buried. )

He allowed himself a second of thought, then pressed his palm against the front of his shin and slid down to the ground. He felt the heat of the wound, the pain and the pulse. Blood stained his fingers and the lion launched into the sky. Nezumi’s stomach protested and his head swam, but he blinked it away and fought to stay conscious.

Surely, the paladin would want explanations.

The explaination would have to wait until he could shake off the enemy around them. As soon as he launched himself into the pilots seat the dashboard display lit up like fireworks. Beeping alarms alerting in coming attacks, flashing alerts to indecate rockets approaching threw Kisumi into action. A little panic but mostly action.

“Hang on!” He called as he had shot forward to simply put some distance between them. He began to maneuver his lion to weave in and out not letting them track his movements. This was an area Kisumi shined in. He could fly intricate patterns and carry out all sorts of maneuvers. Only problem was this probably was a hell of a ride for whoever was currently sharing his cockpit. Hopefully they didn’t have a sensitive stomach.

Kisumi finally was able to clear most of the obstacles. Luckily for him it didn’t seem like this planet saw any action and was completely unprepared for an alien landing of any kind. It was only after he was able to sneak into the atmosphere he began to breathe a little more easily. Many of the rockets couldn’t withstand the altitude. They would need to bring out long distance devices but Kisumi would be gone before that could have been put into effect.

After several ticks and a dobash Kisumi finally acknowledged his fellow passenger. “Sorry about that rough escape.” He mentioned before laughing like mad. It had been quite a thrill! Adrenaline pumped like ice through his veins before he took his helmet off exposing his Rosen locks. “You okay?” He tried to glance back and see how they were faring. Did they get hit? Crap. He needed to get the lion to a safe area to check everything out. His healing abilities were so-so. He had taken the medical courses, everyone had to if you wanted to be considered a pilot. He only passed by the skin of his teeth.

commission for @soudevoted! a modern hades!sousuke and persephone!kisumi <3 

It’s All Greek to Me

Oh okayyyy.

He had definitely touched a nerve there. The space around them in the small booth began to darken as if they were experiencing an eclipse. Sousuke was no longer the person he had first watched out on the sidewalk strolling past with the cute dog. Frankly when his anger or aggression spiked he was a bit terrifying.

He wanted to jump and point.. ‘see?!’ Yet refrained since that would just lead them to a dead end and ruin this whole attempt. Kisumi chewed the side of his cheek as he tried to get his thoughts together on how to best explain his point.

“Well, one good thing about humans is.. they’re always changing. Yes, at times they do things that are similar and stumble at the same mistakes. But these ones aren’t like the ones you were familiar with long ago.” Kisumi shrugged. “Besides, don’t you want to prove them wrong?” He asked with a little smile.

He knew that more than anyone. He wanted to show he was more than what he was suppose to be. Given a role to fill yet he didn’t know how to do it other than to be himself. Sousuke seemed very concerned with how others perceived him. He acted all high and mighty one moment then lost it the next. Maybe a little time above could do him some good. Add a little pallor to those cheeks.

They were certainly chiseled..

“Two more stops.” Kisumi mentioned as he looked around. He has gotten pretty wrapped up in their conversation he didn’t want to lose track of the time and where they were.

Kisumi knew Sousuke didn’t have much hope. He could see his standpoint too, why would he go through all that effort? Mortals were no different than ants to him in terms of their lifetimes. Maybe even less if he was honest. Sousuke didn’t owe them anything, he didn’t owe him anything either.

Yet it might give him a little peace of mind if he actually gave them a chance.

A change of perspective always did some good when you had a sticky issue. If it didn’t work, well, at least he gave it a shot? Better than moping alone for several eons.

Kisumi stood up beside Sousuke, “it might be, don’t lose hope.” He suggested before their train soon came to a shifting stop. Kisumi noticed that Sousuke was watching the other humans to pick up on their social cues. He grinned as he too held onto the pole until the train doors opened. Kisumi began to weave them through the crowds until they made it to the exit stalls, “You just walk right through.” Kisumi had instructed before he demonstrated that very move. This time he was sure Sousuke wouldn’t go destroying it.

Once they made it past the last obstacle they had arrived at the countryside. “Here we go.” Kisumi already felt like he could breathe a little easier. His stomach had a few flutters of excitement. This was new. He really couldn’t remember the last time he came out here. Large stretches of fields, only a few dusting of houses and buildings were about. They were even close to the sea side but that they would surely avoid. “Let’s go on a walk.” He suggested as there were a few nature trails they could head down.

Long Distance Bromance: part two

Kisumi had to cover his mouth watching little Hisa go over to the seat he had picked out for dinner. Hopefully he was the type to bounce back quickly otherwise Kisumi would be a goner. He would be the sucker doing anything he could to get him to smile again. It was probably why Hayato was so spoiled by him. His parents were really lenient towards their second son. When he was punished for something and the big fat tears rolled over his cheeks Kisumi was always there whispering kind words and promises to cheer him up later.

Sousuke will probably regret letting him babysit later on.

“Ah, I figured so. You looked like a mess when I saw you.” Frantic and pleading, ready to just cancel the appointment probably wasn’t a good mind set going into it.

Kisumi was glad he no longer had to train his face to keep his smile at bay. He took his own drink of water and his two slices of pizza towards the table as he sat across from Hisa, he figured he would want to sit right beside his Dad even though he had just been scolded by him. The empty seat beside him made him wonder why he had gotten a table for four when it was only normally two of them, Hayato and himself. Maybe he just had a sense of things to come.

“We had a lovely time..” Kisumi smiled towards Hisashi. “I was taught quite a lot of information, apparently I didn’t pay close enough attention in my science lectures.” He chuckled a bit. Science was the far end of the spectrum for what he was gunning for. Communications was probably where he would have wound up if not for basketball. That or marketing. The only science he ever liked was biology and plant study but he doubted something like that would ever interest Hisa.

Having dinner with someone, Hayato hardly counted, was lovely. Hisashi didn’t say a whole lot but when he wasn’t eating he interjected into their conversation. It was nice. Sousuke’s boy seemed to be getting along with him fine. His old fears and worries began melting away.

It always felt so surreal being able to talk to Sousuke like this. He swore sometimes when he was laughing at something Sousuke said or brought up he wondered if this was all just a long drawn out dream.

They were friends again. He couldn’t ask for anything more since it filled him to bursting.

As dinner came to an end much too quickly Sousuke was already jumping up to take care of the Three dishes they manage to dirty. “Sousuke, no.” He protested as he rose trying to block his path to the sink. “You’re at my home, I can take care of it. Also I don’t need money for dinner. You and Hisa are guest.” He insisted. Besides it was just take out pizza, it’s not like he was going to be hurting for treating them.

He could understand why Sousuke felt the need to make things even for having Kisumi babysit, but he enjoyed it. “This was more of a treat for me than it was for you.” He explained as he ruffled up Hisashi’s hair. “Really Sou, I had a lot of fun. You had a hard enough day as it was.”

There were two types of Galra troops, two main focuses the fallen Galra empire took, depending on whose rein they followed. One branch specialised in taking prisoners, interrogating them for information with unimaginable methods, then they studied them like lab rats, learning their strengths and weaknesses through their biology. The other branch didn’t bother with the living. They were scavengers, the took ships and crafts and killed everyone on board, then claimed their technology and improved and grew through that.

Nezumi had learned the hard way which idea the troops on this planet followed. His family, his comrades, the only living beings he knew in his life and could trust, were killed during an infiltration mission.

The Galra had never found their base, but little did it matter when Nezumi, during his early teenage years, was thrown along with the dead bodies into a pit and left to die. They must have thought it was funny to leave a child to its own death. Maybe they were in a hurry and didn’t think Nezumi would make it out alive. He was insignificant to them. Not even worth the effort of murder.

Now they would learn the hard way, just like he did, that he was not to be underestimated ever again. He was in full vision, he knew, but so was the prize and the paladin … who was … waving at him?!

Inwardly, Nezumi steeled his patience and rolled his eyes, but he didn’t try to hide his approach. There was nowhere to hide on the deserted rocky terrain and if that stupid man had turned around, he’d see the Galra weren’t very stealthy either. They were readying their weapons, unfazed by the single bike that was speeding towards the paladin. They were about to snipe him, snipe both of them if they had to.

Nezumi had to act and he had to do it fast and without stopping. Thankfully, the craft wasn’t designed to stop unless manually made so and Nezumi had just enough explosives loaded in it that it would give them enough advantage to flee for the lion. He rode straight for the paladin, eyes of steal set on the man.

“Take cover!” he yelled ( doubting he’d be heard ) and just as he passed him, he jumped down, the bike continued onward and Nezumi silently gave his goodbyes to the many weapons he brought with him in naive thought he’d have a chance to set up coverage and use them. The vehicle went rouge and Nezumi heard gunshots. He launched for the paladin and pummelled him to the ground. 

A few shots bounced off a shield on Nezumi’s back, one bullet pierced his shin and another scraped his shoulder. Blood soaked his attire and pain cut through his flesh, but he didn’t wince and slid the shield to one arm for protection. Then an explosion lit the horizon as the bike collided with the Galra troop. “—back to safety, quickly!” he yelled and the second he was steady on his feet, he began to urge the man towards his lion.

Kisumi was thinking maybe this person, whoever they were, had crashed landed on this planet. How long had they been here waiting for someone to rescue them? After all this time they were finally going to get their wish and that made Kisumi so happy. Not only that but frankly quite proud to be a paladin of voltron (or soon to be officially at the very least).

As the bike came closer Kisumi was brimming with excitement to hear how he could help them and then continue on his journey back to the others.

Thing didn’t quite go as planned.

One. The bike went off on its own. Two the person launched themselves at him like he was in danger. Three. They were really in danger. The galra troops he hadn’t seen before this moment made their presence known and attacked the person who was now covering him. Pleading to get back to his lion.

Kisumi didn’t have to be told twice. Panic flooded his system as he moved without full awareness. His body was in survival mode as his arms pumped at his sides while he ran. Moving up behind the other being, person, alien (he wasn’t sure which term was appropriate) his shield lifted up from his arm device. The holographic shield glow blue as he protected himself and the other as they were both scrambling towards the lion.

As they approached Kisumi shouted, “run inside, I’ll protect you.” He assured as the bike had been the means for a great distraction. He was holding off much fewer fire than he would have unknowingly moments ago. His lion roared, becoming anxious with the fight around them blooming. “Hey girl get us out of here!” Kisumi yelled as he catapulted himself into the pilot’s seat. “You better hold on.” He urged as he hit the thrusters, propelling themselves into the sky.

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Some Kisumi doodles and practice

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