Film Sparkling Detective Akeboshi Koutarou: Fiance of the Funeral Procession Akeboshi Koutarou (lead) Sparkling Detective Akeboshi Koutarou Akeboshi Koutarou (lead) Kirameki Revolution Shima Hiroshi (lead) According to Lady Amane Nakano Ginzo (supporting) The Story Of My Favorite Idol Coming To Be My Assistant Kawaguchi Subaru (supporting)
Television I Hope To Be With You Forever Ike Masaya (lead) Love Paradox Hayashi Kouji (supporting) But My Little Brother Still Wants To Fall In Love!!! Akimoto Wataru (supporting)
My Future Plans
The third movie in the Sparkling Detective Akeboshi Koutarou series has been greenlit, so please look forward to it.
My Talents
My sparkling personality lights up a room ✨ I'm also fond of paper crafts.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
I prefer classic novels. Please support my co-stars in Fiance of the Funeral Procession, coming soon to own on video and DVD!
My Ideal Partner
Height
175 cm/5'8"
Body Type
slim
Smokes
for spells
Drinks
yes
Drugs
that's bad for you!
Sign
Scorpio, Dog
Education
high school
Occupation
romance actor, exorcist
Income
that's private ✨
Children
none
Pets
none
Hobbies
reading, riding public transportation
[What else would he mean...? Matoba fixes him with a befuddled, annoyed glance as he eats his first (unnecessarily large) bite of Natori's cake, and then turns his eye back down to the plate as he uses the time chewing that huge bite as an excuse to more carefully choose his words.]
The ayakashi, of course. Players and not inhabitants, I mean. [He says, swallowing and licking a flick of frosting from the tip of his fork, then scraping together another larger bite of cake.] There are a few who are particularly troublesome when these... curses, like the one that gripped this place during the cursed moon that Halloween, make them even more ill-behaved.
That is why I am warning you to be wary. They are bad enough without the negative influence of this realm twisting their malevolence even further.
[Yes there is very obviously a story or several behind this warning, but the fact that he isn't voicing it makes it pretty clear he's speaking from experience, no? Don't ask him. ...Or so the glaring omission and his irritation seems to say.] Of course, humans were also being cursed, but in that case, you could say that it is part of an exorcist's duty to relieve it, hm? With appropriate safeguards.
[...Of course, when it comes to him, Matoba was the one who considered him the latter, wasn't he?]
[Natori raises an eyebrow at the strength of Matoba's complaints. Yes, there's clearly some particular guests that he's thinking of. Probably the same as the ones who like to bite him, given that same irritation and... put-upon attitude as when Natori had first noticed that spectacular set of bruises all over his body. Absentmindedly, Natori rubs at the back of his neck at the thought.]
I've gathered. [Except the person he's thinking of here is poor Baizhu, still catching strays in Natori's head as the ultimate example of what an ayakashi would do in this place.] But even staying in the rooms doesn't stop them from sending trick or treaters to your door, does it.
[Not that he actually had much trouble with the trick or treaters... Matoba probably caught sight of a few background guests with autographed photos, if he'd spotted what other people were hauling around.]
Or any sort of guests, really. [Like, say, Christmas Eve guests.] I guess I should feel lucky that the wine's not spiked with anything.
Ahaha, no, I suppose it doesn't. Although you really shouldn't be opening your door to strangers, Natori.
[Brat. He smiles brightly, blithely ignoring the insinuation Natori is making about the guest that he got at his door tonight. After all, he doesn't count! He slices a large piece of cake off with the side of his fork and takes it into his mouth, just a couple bites left already on this slice. Hmmm... He could do one more slice, he thinks, surely...]
D'n't be p'post'rous, [He scoffs through a sticky mouthful of frosting, swallowing and licking it away like a cat licking its chops.] I would not purchase something so troublesome to bring along tonight.
It's the free food that you must be careful about. [Those Mating Season meet-n-greets, Natori.... Be careful.] Gifts included. Ah, that's right, you didn't receive anything suspicious when your birthday passed, did you?
[God. Matoba is disgusting. Don't talk with your mouth full, you absolute brat. Natori wrinkles his nose and resigns himself to washing these sheets anyway.]
'No such thing as a free lunch,' and all that. [He's debating whether to pick at tonight's offering in that context, tease out what this is if not a gift, but Matoba's question knocks him out of it.] --Hm? Well, not like you're thinking.
[He wonders if Matoba had heard rumors of someone roaming the hotel for several days with a six-eyed mask. Probably not; Natori hadn't exactly been social, and it wasn't out of the ordinary enough to have people talking.]
I got a scolding. [Two, if he counted the mask itself.] My fans gave me the silent treatment for a few weeks because I wasn't grateful enough for their support.
[Matoba hums in agreement around his cheekfull of cake, at least having the propriety to have his lips sealed shut this time. Especially when it came to food offered by ayakashi- the tales were as old as time, the first things he had thought of, cautiously, when he had arrived here to the resort's welcome parties. But after a little while, there wasn't much to do about it. And now it has been nearly two years...]
[And now, Natori too. A tiny, displeased sigh escapes out his nose as he ponders, eye fixed on his plate as he idly scrapes at frosting.]
Fufu.... Women are quite fickle, aren't they? The apparitions of them even moreso. [Don't ask how he's heard. "They're not real women" and all that.] ...I thought it was a little empty in here since I last visited...
[Natori rolls his eyes at the gall of Matoba Seiji talking shit about women like he's a harried husband complaining about how his wife can't make up her mind, but given the context he doesn't feel the need to defend his beloved fans. Probably another of his crimes to be added to the receptionists' lists when they inevitably spy on this conversation.] Such a romantic.
[He nods at the emptiness of the room around them, settling back against his bed with his solo cup of wine.]
It wasn't my choice. Something broke in around... September? When we were all stuck on that camping trip. Shredded the wards and destroyed nearly everything in the room. But that's no excuse to be careless with gifts.
[Matoba gives him a strange look. A romantic? The women he's thinking of would beg to differ, certainly.]
[He's finishing off his plate- well, Natori's plate- and eying the cake again, like he isn't going to serve himself another slice. As if he has propriety.]
Tsk.... What did you offend to earn such a tantrum?
[He doesn't like the sound of that, though. Something that just barged in through Natori wards? It must have been something almost as powerful as the suits, he thinks, to manage that. His hand reaches for the cake knife.] You weren't here when it attacked?
[Natori sees Matoba looking at the cake and pushes the box a little closer to him. There, now it's an offer from the 'host.']
I wonder... [He looks at the wards on the wall-- fresh ones, obviously, regularly replaced and updated to make sure he doesn't leave himself vulnerable-- then leans back on his hands to look up at the ceiling, his cup balanced carefully in between his crossed legs.] No, it was sometime during those few weeks when we couldn't leave the Vale, so I don't even know when exactly it happened. The trail was cold by the time we got out.
[But he's wondered. After a moment, he adds]
Did you go exploring in the caves? Around that time.
The Vale? --Ahh, the "camping trip", [Matoba hums, serving himself another fat slice. This should tide him over nicely...] Our trip was rather uneventful, I must say, but I am aware it was a bit more difficult for others.
[He says it with, as always, the air of the pampered head of the Matoba clan who is aware of the hardships of smaller clans but can't speak from a place of anything but pity for them.]
[Ignore the royal(?) we.]
And the caves? [He looks to Natori with a sip of his wine, a bit of a tanginess before delving into his cake again.] What was in them?
[Natori snorts in response, assuming the royal we is referring to the higher ranks and their drastically different living situations.]
I heard. "Glamping," right? [He takes another instinctive glance at his wards, as if expecting them to start degrading in front of his eyes. As if assessing whether they're any use in this situation, given the state of his room upon his return. More of a safety blanket than anything else. Slowly, casually, without looking back at Matoba:] In one of the caves was an eye, as large as the wall. An associate of mine accidentally made eye contact, and he was frozen in place until I forced it to blink. It didn't open up again after that, but we didn't stay to go any deeper.
[He takes another sip of his wine, glancing casually over at Matoba.]
So I might have irritated something rather large. [Something large with a huge organ lying around in the dark corners of the hotel, one that punished people for looking at it.]
[That's the only sound Matoba has for him as he indulges in a large bite of cake, thoughtfully chewing and savoring the frosting on his tongue as he lets the zen of both disappointment and expectation wash over him. He needs a moment or two to formulate the exact cut he'd like to deliver.]
Always biting off more than you can chew, aren't you. [He swallows and delivers precisely, before taking another bite. Taking on jobs he isn't equipped for, or involving himself in the personal matters of others that are beyond his ability.]
[Shuichi's getting very bold lately. At some point, his luck is going to run out.]
[But it would be a lie to say Matoba wasn't interested.]
I wonder. [His tongue flicks the frosting on the edge of his fork thoughtfully.] Is our friend the house hiding yet again... Or was it a new monster? A shame. I'd have liked to have encountered it myself.
... You didn't let it look, did you? [You'll have to forgive the snide doubt in his voice, since you did just tell him you provoked it.]
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The ayakashi, of course. Players and not inhabitants, I mean. [He says, swallowing and licking a flick of frosting from the tip of his fork, then scraping together another larger bite of cake.] There are a few who are particularly troublesome when these... curses, like the one that gripped this place during the cursed moon that Halloween, make them even more ill-behaved.
That is why I am warning you to be wary. They are bad enough without the negative influence of this realm twisting their malevolence even further.
[Yes there is very obviously a story or several behind this warning, but the fact that he isn't voicing it makes it pretty clear he's speaking from experience, no? Don't ask him. ...Or so the glaring omission and his irritation seems to say.] Of course, humans were also being cursed, but in that case, you could say that it is part of an exorcist's duty to relieve it, hm? With appropriate safeguards.
[...Of course, when it comes to him, Matoba was the one who considered him the latter, wasn't he?]
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I've gathered. [Except the person he's thinking of here is poor Baizhu, still catching strays in Natori's head as the ultimate example of what an ayakashi would do in this place.] But even staying in the rooms doesn't stop them from sending trick or treaters to your door, does it.
[Not that he actually had much trouble with the trick or treaters... Matoba probably caught sight of a few background guests with autographed photos, if he'd spotted what other people were hauling around.]
Or any sort of guests, really. [Like, say, Christmas Eve guests.] I guess I should feel lucky that the wine's not spiked with anything.
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[Brat. He smiles brightly, blithely ignoring the insinuation Natori is making about the guest that he got at his door tonight. After all, he doesn't count! He slices a large piece of cake off with the side of his fork and takes it into his mouth, just a couple bites left already on this slice. Hmmm... He could do one more slice, he thinks, surely...]
D'n't be p'post'rous, [He scoffs through a sticky mouthful of frosting, swallowing and licking it away like a cat licking its chops.] I would not purchase something so troublesome to bring along tonight.
It's the free food that you must be careful about. [Those Mating Season meet-n-greets, Natori.... Be careful.] Gifts included. Ah, that's right, you didn't receive anything suspicious when your birthday passed, did you?
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'No such thing as a free lunch,' and all that. [He's debating whether to pick at tonight's offering in that context, tease out what this is if not a gift, but Matoba's question knocks him out of it.] --Hm? Well, not like you're thinking.
[He wonders if Matoba had heard rumors of someone roaming the hotel for several days with a six-eyed mask. Probably not; Natori hadn't exactly been social, and it wasn't out of the ordinary enough to have people talking.]
I got a scolding. [Two, if he counted the mask itself.] My fans gave me the silent treatment for a few weeks because I wasn't grateful enough for their support.
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[And now, Natori too. A tiny, displeased sigh escapes out his nose as he ponders, eye fixed on his plate as he idly scrapes at frosting.]
Fufu.... Women are quite fickle, aren't they? The apparitions of them even moreso. [Don't ask how he's heard. "They're not real women" and all that.] ...I thought it was a little empty in here since I last visited...
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[He nods at the emptiness of the room around them, settling back against his bed with his solo cup of wine.]
It wasn't my choice. Something broke in around... September? When we were all stuck on that camping trip. Shredded the wards and destroyed nearly everything in the room. But that's no excuse to be careless with gifts.
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[He's finishing off his plate- well, Natori's plate- and eying the cake again, like he isn't going to serve himself another slice. As if he has propriety.]
Tsk.... What did you offend to earn such a tantrum?
[He doesn't like the sound of that, though. Something that just barged in through Natori wards? It must have been something almost as powerful as the suits, he thinks, to manage that. His hand reaches for the cake knife.] You weren't here when it attacked?
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I wonder... [He looks at the wards on the wall-- fresh ones, obviously, regularly replaced and updated to make sure he doesn't leave himself vulnerable-- then leans back on his hands to look up at the ceiling, his cup balanced carefully in between his crossed legs.] No, it was sometime during those few weeks when we couldn't leave the Vale, so I don't even know when exactly it happened. The trail was cold by the time we got out.
[But he's wondered. After a moment, he adds]
Did you go exploring in the caves? Around that time.
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The Vale? --Ahh, the "camping trip", [Matoba hums, serving himself another fat slice. This should tide him over nicely...] Our trip was rather uneventful, I must say, but I am aware it was a bit more difficult for others.
[He says it with, as always, the air of the pampered head of the Matoba clan who is aware of the hardships of smaller clans but can't speak from a place of anything but pity for them.]
[Ignore the royal(?) we.]
And the caves? [He looks to Natori with a sip of his wine, a bit of a tanginess before delving into his cake again.] What was in them?
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I heard. "Glamping," right? [He takes another instinctive glance at his wards, as if expecting them to start degrading in front of his eyes. As if assessing whether they're any use in this situation, given the state of his room upon his return. More of a safety blanket than anything else. Slowly, casually, without looking back at Matoba:] In one of the caves was an eye, as large as the wall. An associate of mine accidentally made eye contact, and he was frozen in place until I forced it to blink. It didn't open up again after that, but we didn't stay to go any deeper.
[He takes another sip of his wine, glancing casually over at Matoba.]
So I might have irritated something rather large. [Something large with a huge organ lying around in the dark corners of the hotel, one that punished people for looking at it.]
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[That's the only sound Matoba has for him as he indulges in a large bite of cake, thoughtfully chewing and savoring the frosting on his tongue as he lets the zen of both disappointment and expectation wash over him. He needs a moment or two to formulate the exact cut he'd like to deliver.]
Always biting off more than you can chew, aren't you. [He swallows and delivers precisely, before taking another bite. Taking on jobs he isn't equipped for, or involving himself in the personal matters of others that are beyond his ability.]
[Shuichi's getting very bold lately. At some point, his luck is going to run out.]
[But it would be a lie to say Matoba wasn't interested.]
I wonder. [His tongue flicks the frosting on the edge of his fork thoughtfully.] Is our friend the house hiding yet again... Or was it a new monster? A shame. I'd have liked to have encountered it myself.
... You didn't let it look, did you? [You'll have to forgive the snide doubt in his voice, since you did just tell him you provoked it.]