Uihai where Hairu is brought back as a full ghoul and Ui has to figure out how to deal with that and what side he’s on now?

I like the way you think. (I also kinda wouldn’t be surprised if this happens?)

“Oh Ui my dear.” Furuta waves Ui into his office. “I have a surprise for you.”

Ui approaches suspiciously. There’s a figure buried under a white sheet on Furuta’s desk. How many heads has the director arranged into a sculpture now? “What?”

“This!” Furuta yanks the sheet off to reveal Hairu, gagged and bound.

Two kakugans.

“Hairu!” cries Ui, lunging for her.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Furuta shoves him back.

“You bastard! What did you do to her?!”

“Nothing really. Kanou did it all. i’m not a scientist, but I’m flattered you think so.”

“Shut up and answer me.” Ui lowers his voice. Not Hairu. She can’t be.

“Only ghouls can be brought back. We were planning on turning her into a one-eyed, you know, kinda like Kaneki Ken. But turns out she was already part ghoul.” Furuta dissolves into laughter.

“Liar!” Ui’s seen her pass through Rc scanners.

Furuta snickers and cuts the gag off Hairu. “Hairu, my sweetheart, do you want to tell Ui about yourself?”

Hairu can’t move. She’s too afraid – even death did not frighten her, but Ui knowing – well, she can’t bear it.

“You’re going to tell him. We can do this the nice way or the hard way.” Before Ui can react, Furuta holds a knife at his throat.

“Stop.” Hairu’s breathing races.

“Tell the truth.”

Hairu’s face crumples. “It’s true, Koori.”

“More!” Furuta crows.

“I was born as a failed experiment between ghouls and humans. We’re a special type whose Rc cells can’t be detected by CCG’s scanners.” Hairu gasps through her tears. “How could I – how could I tell you and break your heart?”

Ui’s heart hammers. All this time, she’s been lying to him. She didn’t trust him. She is an enemy.

“Goodbye, Ui. Let it never be said I don’t keep my promises.” Furuta lifts the knife.

“Bastard!” Hairu leaps from her chair, snapping all restraints. Her red rinkaku, not unlike Kaneki’s, slams Furuta to the floor.

She looks at Ui tentatively.

He can barely breathe, but somehow he knows she, the woman who saved his life, is not an enemy. He grabs her hand – she may be a ghoul, but she’s warm and alive. “Tell me everything.”

For a gen prompt, can we get a Urie and Kaneki reunion? Let’s see how he reacts to how much he’s grown, emotionally and… ghoulishly.

“You.” Urie screeches to a halt before his former sensei. “What are you doing here?”

“I assume you’re here to kill us.” Kaneki seems sad by the idea, almost like he cares.

“I’m the only one here.” Urie was actually in the forest to search for something dead to quell his hunger, but Kaneki can’t know what he’s become.

“Really?” Kaneki steps closer and sniffs. “Urie.”

“Don’t say it!” Urie scowls.

“You framed out.”

“I said don’t say it!” Urie claps his hands over his ears, just like a child.

“Urie, you know I still love you all.”

“Then why did you go?” Urie looks up, and Kaneki’s shocked to see tears in his eyes. He has matured. “Mutsuki’s barely recognizable, Saiko still cries over you, the new Quinx hate you…we all hate you, actually! You broke our hearts!”

There he is, the Urie Kaneki remembers. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Urie spits.

“How can we help you?” A blue-haired woman – Urie recognizes her as the manager of Re cafe – slips out from behind a tree.

“I don’t know.” Urie squeezes his eyes shut. When he opens them, the woman is holding out a chunk of meat to him.

He takes it. “Thank you.”

Urie said thank you. Kaneki just wants to hug him.

“I guess you could start by explaining yourself,” Urie says between bites.

In light of chapter 111, can we get a scenario where Shirazu didn’t die and he and Urie talk? Old chapter, I know, but the idea hit me.

Urie collapses. Two figures, one blue and one black, swim before his closing eyes.

“We better get to Higa and Shirazu. Someone tore the poor kid’s arms off.” Hsaio scowls at their captain. They’re supposed to be fighting the clowns, not each other.

“How is Urie?” Shirazu looks up from a wincing Higemaru to see his friend’s faces painted with darkness. “Where is he?!”

When Urie wakes up, he’s back in his own bed. Higemaru. What happened?

“Higa’s fine. Recuperating, but fine. The clowns were repelled.” Shirazu slouches against his door.

“Shirazu…” Urie mutters. His head pounds.

“You framed out.”

Urie’s blood chills. “What?”

He knows. He just hasn’t wanted to admit it.

“You framed out. Lucky for you, Saiko and Hsaio were able to subdue you and save your ass. Even after all that shit you gave us.” Shirazu softens when he sees Urie’s stricken expression. “I would have saved you, too.”

“I don’t deserve it.” Urie is terrified that Shirazu will ask him to eat normal food, and terrified that he can’t.

Shirazu comes closer and holds out a brown cube.

“What is that?” Urie asks cautiously.

“A sugar cube made with the blood of yours truly.”

“Are you fucking insane?”

“Sasaki once mentioned that he used to eat them. I thought it’d be worth a try. Can’t have you starve. We need you.” Shirazu shoves the cube in Urie’s mouth. “Don’t worry, we all contributed to the Urie-sugar-cube fund. Well, Higa accidentally contributed the most, considering how much he was bleeding, but you know.”

“I’m a monster.” Urie swallows the melting cube.

“Nah. You have us. We’re your friends. We keep you in line, and we keep you alive. Isn’t that what friends are for?” Shirazu snickers.

Shiraiko/Beauty and the Beast

Anonymous asked: After that Mulan-Mutsurie mashup, I dare you to write Disney-film mashups for: Ayahina, Touken, Takirona, Akiramon, Uihai, Nishikimi, Tsukikana, Arieto, and Shiraiko. Ty and good night.

I’ll be posting these once a day (probably) until the list is done!

Mutsurie/Mulan: here.

Ayahina/Sleeping Beauty: here.

Uihai/Tangled: here.

Akiramon/The Hunchback of Notre Dame: here.

Tskukikana/The Little Mermaid: here.

Nishikimi/Snow White: here.

Takirona/Frozen: here.

“I’m not sure I can do this.” Shirazu cringes as Mutsuki helps him into a suit jacket. Damn her for holding him to promises made before he died.

“You must!” Higemaru stomps his foot. “You must be bold. Daring!”

He follows Shirazu to the mirror. “There will be music. Romantic candlelight, provided by us. And when the moment comes, you’ll confess your love!”

Shirazu stares at himself. “I’m hideous.”

“You look the same was ever,” Urie says in his quintessential bored voice.

“I’m not though.” He’s dead. He’s a zombie. A walking corpse. Whatever you want to call it.

He should never have agreed to this.

“It’s okay.” Sasaki – excuse him, Kaneki – pats his shoulder. “Saiko won’t care.”

“Now, show us your most winning smile.” Aura can’t believe he got roped into this. Not only is he now friendly with ghouls, but he’s also friendly with the undead.

“Maybe a little less…toothy,” Higemaru advises.

“Onward you go, brave one.” Kaneki smiles at him. He doesn’t care if Shirazu is a zombie. His kids are back.

Shirazu sees a very pregnant Touka and lithe Hsaio shove Saiko out from behind the curtain. She’s dressed in a beautiful blue ballgown that shimmers with her every move. White gloves adorn her hands.

“Hi,” she says, almost shyly.

Shirazu croaks. His stiff suit and jerky movements are even worse by comparison. “You look nice.”

Still, he takes her hand and leads her into the ballroom.

Ui stands there, ready to start singing. “Tale as old as time…”

“Of course you’d ask for this song.” Shirazu smiles at Saiko.

“It’s still the best.” Saiko offers him a mischievous grin.

With his heart pounding and something stuck in his throat, Shirazu places his arm around her waist. She steps in tune with the song, beaming brighter than the sun.

“Beauty and the beast…” Ui sings, and on cue, Saiko stops moving.

“I love you, Shirazu.”

“I’m – who can love a zombie?” Shirazu blinks back tears.

“Me. I do. Saiko does.” She draws him closer, and, peering into her sparkling eyes, Shirazu dares to hope he too might have a happy ending.

Hairu elbows Ui, who begins singing “Sha-la-la-la, don’t be shy…”

Touka tries not to laugh. The room erupts in cheers as the happy couple seals their future with a kiss.

Urie/Saiko – accidental proposal

“Urie, you’re not paying attention.” Saiko comes up behind her boyfriend and wraps her arms around him. “Why are you a grumpus today?”

Urie groans. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not!” Saiko jumps onto his lab and tickles under his chin.

“Stop!” Urie shrieks. Ever since his girlfriend found out he was ticklish, he’s been in hell.

Actually, he’s been in hell over guilt for not stopping Furuta sooner, but Saiko doesn’t need to know that.

“What, are you sad you’re a full ghoul? It’s not like you ever enjoyed food anyways. Now you can live on protein alone, just like you always wanted.” Saiko sticks out her tongue.

“I’m afraid I’ll drag you down with me,” he blurts out.

“Huh?” Saiko frowns.

“Look how inactive we were on Furuta. What if – what if I go crazy – and you follow me – into the ghoul life?”

Saiko’s hands meet her hips. “Ooookay. Where do I even begin. For starters, Urie, many ghouls are wonderful people, present company included. For second, the worst thing about being a full ghoul would be a lack of sugar. But you never know with science. Maybe I’d be able to eat sugar again.”

“I know,” he mutters.

“Good. What will cheer you up? Marriage?” Saiko shrugs. “City hall is open.”

“Come off it!” Urie gasps. But his heart trembles.

When they’re cuddling later, he has to ask, “Did you mean it? Would you marry me?”

“Of course.” Saiko rolls over to smile at him.

“Do you wanna marry me, then?” Urie’s eyes are huge. He did not intend to ask this today. Someday, in the distant future.

Saiko giggles. “Yes. You know, you’re more like Takeomi than you realize.”

“Break up!” Urie howls, and she hits him with her pillow.

koyuki-tan:

October 1st is National Uihai day!

With their birthdays being so close at the end of the month, 2 days from the 1st of October, meeting half way for Uihai day.

Let’s make it a day to celebrate this adorable ship by writing, summiting art, whatever’s your fancy! Be sure to leave #Uihai2017 so we can see your contribution ^^

These two deserve some more fan love~

(Inspired by @soutasnotebook ‘s short story! ❤ )

❤ ❤ ❤

Uta asks Yomo “are you a virgin?”

soutasnotebook:

This is the best.

“Ha.” Uta tosses an eyeball into the air and catches it in his mouth. “So juicy.”

Yomo frowns, but says nothing.

“Ever so stoic.” Uta tilts his head. They’ve been trying out friendship for the last few months, and he’s already bored. "Sometimes I think you don’t even need a mask.”

Yomo rolls his eyes. “You couldn’t bear it if I died.”

“That’s true,” Uta admits, sitting on his desk. “Is that all we are, though? Acquaintances who hope the other don’t die?”

“It’s called friendship, Uta.” Yomo blushes.

“Your face is red. Hell, you really are emotionally constipated.” Uta snickers. “Are you a virgin?”

Yomo splutters. He steps back to collide with the wall. “Don’t ask people that.”

“I just did.” Uta narrows his eyes. “I can’t tell with you, though, Renji.”

“We all know you aren’t.”

Uta gasps. “Are you calling me a tramp?”

“You broke many men’s hearts last year.”

“But not yours.” Uta bestows his special puppy eyes upon Renji.

“I’m confident you can.” Yomo shrugs.

Uta sidles up to him and runs a hand down his friend’s arm. He can feel Yomo stiffen under that stupid coat. “So you are a virgin.”

“No,” Yomo mutters, his face a brilliant red.

“No?” Uta gasps. “Who is she?”

“He and I was drunk at the time. Sorry I don’t have details.” Yomo tries to brush past Uta, but his friend grabs him by the arm.

“Want practice?” Uta puckers his lips.

“Are you seducing me?”

“You’re not very romantic, are you?” Uta grins. “Oh well. Kiss me, Renji.”

Yomo glances around the shop. No one around. This isn’t a joke.

He kisses Uta.

@hamliet

“Thank you,” Uta murmurs. “You sure you don’t want to kiss me again?”

“Stop teasing,” Yomo says gruffly.

“I want to make love to you. Sober.” Uta crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Yomo looks at the floor. Of course he wants to. But – should they?

“I promise not to wear a mask.”

Yomo breaks into laughter. “Sometimes I still hate you.” And then he kisses Uta again, and Uta is leading him upstairs, to his flat.

Uta slowly undoes Yomo’s coat buttons as Yomo caresses his hair.

Uta can’t resist nibbling Yomo’s chest, and Yomo has to laugh again. “I should have guessed you don’t take this seriously.”

“I take everything too seriously to never sprinkle in some fun.” Uta’s eyes widen. “Wanna pull off my shirt?”

When they’re both fully undressed, they stroke every inch of each other’s bodies.

“You’re so strong,” Uta whispers. Yomo is still red, like a virgin, but he looks happy for once. “I can’t live without you.”

“Stop the fatalism.” Yomo shakes his head.

“Sounds good.” Uta rolls on top of Yomo and asks quietly, “Are you ready?”

Yomo nods.

“I’ll let you do me later.” Uta winks. His bed shakes beneath their rhythm, and he keeps whispering Renji’s name.

“How long have you wanted this?” Uta asked when they lie side-by-side, panting.

“Since I realized you liked me. Last month,” Yomo mutters, still painfully shy. “You?”

“Since I realized I’m not lonely when I’m with you.”

Takirona/Frozen.

I’ll be posting these once a day (probably) until the list is done!

Mutsurie/Mulan: here.

Ayahina/Sleeping Beauty: here.

Uihai/Tangled: here.

Akiramon/The Hunchback of Notre Dame: here.

Tskukikana/The Little Mermaid: here.

Nishikimi/Snow White: here.

“Help m-m…” Yasuhisa Kurona struggles to form the words.

“Kuro!” Suzuya Juuzou shoves open the cell door to see his former nemesis lying on the floor, her arms feebly reaching for the door. Her skin is tinged with blue, and her eyes are dull.

“I thought Kanou was going to give you Shiro back.”

Kuro shakes her head. “H – h – he never cared…”

There’s a gaping hole in her stomach. Suzuya does not have the Rc cells to save her.

“You have to get out of here.” Suzuya knows the Rc gas in her cell is keeping her from healing – if she even can.

“You should…go.” GOAT is fighting outside. She took as risk coming here to beg Kanou.

“I am not leaving here until we find some way to save you!” Suzuya crosses his arms.

Since he can’t atone for Nashiro, he will save her sister. “Kuro, who’s the strongest ghoul you know? We’ll get you to him. You can eat his kagune or something – you’ll be okay.”

“T…takiz…owl,” she mumbles.

“Takizawa!” Seidou. Of course. Suzuya hauls her up. She can lean on him. “I’ve got you!”

————————————————–

Bodies – and pieces of bodies – litter the CCG lot.

“Owl!” Dr. Kanou howls at Takizawa. This ghoul, his creation, is too powerful to defeat on strength. “You can’t run from your crimes!”

Takizawa hesitates. Even now, free, the sight of his torturer frightens him. He’s right, of course; all Takizawa does is destroy. It’s all he knows anymore. Once V is destroyed, Takizawa must die. “Give Kuro her sister back, and then we’ll talk.”

“Kurona? Kurona came to me stabbed through by the CCG investigators you used to support. Kurona is dead, just like her sister!” yells Kanou. His eyes light up – Takizawa is frozen. So he does care for the girl.

“No – no.” Takizawa helped her into CCG. He helped her to help Shiro, because it would make her happy. “No!”

He screams and falls to his knees. He’s done this again. He’s killed his family again.

Kanou draws a quinque and holds it above the shaking monster.

“No!” screams the last voice Kanou expected. Kurona hurls herself between Takizawa and Kanou.

His blade strikes her, but Suzuya hurls him back. Kanou’s head cracks agaisnt the pavement.

“Kuro!” Takizawa looks up at his blood-soaked friend. “Kuro, no!”

He wraps her in a bear hug and sobs. His kagune wraps around her broken insides, holding them in.

And then color begins to return to her cheeks.

Takizawa frowns.

Kurona gasps.

“Your kagune.” Suzuya points.

His kagune glows. Everywhere it touches her flesh, the battered bruises and torn skin knit themselves together.

“You’re healing her.”

Takizawa begins to shake. Can he – can he really do something other than destruction? “I love her.”

Kurona looks into his eyes and envisions a whole life even without Nashiro. “I love him, too.”

Uta asks Yomo “are you a virgin?”

This is the best.

“Ha.” Uta tosses an eyeball into the air and catches it in his mouth. “So juicy.”

Yomo frowns, but says nothing.

“Ever so stoic.” Uta tilts his head. They’ve been trying out friendship for the last few months, and he’s already bored. "Sometimes I think you don’t even need a mask.”

Yomo rolls his eyes. “You couldn’t bear it if I died.”

“That’s true,” Uta admits, sitting on his desk. “Is that all we are, though? Acquaintances who hope the other don’t die?”

“It’s called friendship, Uta.” Yomo blushes.

“Your face is red. Hell, you really are emotionally constipated.” Uta snickers. “Are you a virgin?”

Yomo splutters. He steps back to collide with the wall. “Don’t ask people that.”

“I just did.” Uta narrows his eyes. “I can’t tell with you, though, Renji.”

“We all know you aren’t.”

Uta gasps. “Are you calling me a tramp?”

“You broke many men’s hearts last year.”

“But not yours.” Uta bestows his special puppy eyes upon Renji.

“I’m confident you can.” Yomo shrugs.

Uta sidles up to him and runs a hand down his friend’s arm. He can feel Yomo stiffen under that stupid coat. “So you are a virgin.”

“No,” Yomo mutters, his face a brilliant red.

“No?” Uta gasps. “Who is she?”

“He and I was drunk at the time. Sorry I don’t have details.” Yomo tries to brush past Uta, but his friend grabs him by the arm.

“Want practice?” Uta puckers his lips.

“Are you seducing me?”

“You’re not very romantic, are you?” Uta grins. “Oh well. Kiss me, Renji.”

Yomo glances around the shop. No one around. This isn’t a joke.

He kisses Uta.

In someway the CCG manages to bring Shirazu back to life…he knocks on the quinx’s house door. Urie opens the door unaware of what is going to stand in front of him. Shriazu is back

“Who is it?!” Urie yells, stomping up to the Chateau front door. “Go away, you rapscallion imbecile.”

He screams then. His hair momentarily turns white.

“Urie,” whispers Shirazu, his dead friend.

“You’re a lie!” Urie slams the door shut.

“What’s going on?” Higemaru bounds up to the door. “Hello?”

————————————-

When Higa screams, Saiko knows she needs to head downstairs. “What’s this about?”

“There’s a ghost!” wails Higemaru.

Aura heads towards the door with a shrug.

“Oh my god!” He slams the door shut again.

“I didn’t see!” Saiko shouts.

“Men are idiots.” Hsaio hurries forward and yanks open the door.

“Don’t you remember me?” Shirazu sounds scared.

“You idiot!” Saiko tackles him. “Like we could forget you.”

“How?” wails Urie.

Mutsuki finally exits his room, tromps downstairs, and freezes. “No.”

“Mucchan,” whispers Shirazu, opening his arms. Urie launches himself into them first.

“How?” Mutsuki repeats Urie’s question. He’s too scared for a hug. Good things don’t happen, not anymore.

“Kanou. I’m going to have to pretend to be his puppet, but I can’t do that – I needed to see you all first.” Shirazu blinks back tears. “You have to know it’s really me.”

“I know.” Mutsuki’s face crumbles. “I love you, too.”

Hsaio has the presence of mind to shut the door, and all the Quinx, even the new ones, gather around for an embrace.