Zankanijiku Stories

ﾠﾠﾠﾠﾠ ❝𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗨𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟, 𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡.❞ ˋ°•*⁀➷ To be precocious is to live in a future the world hasn't caught up to yet. When two such frequencies collide, it creates a rare intellectual resonance. This shared state is an ontological alignment where two "early arrivers" finally find a mirror for their isolation. It is a bond forged in a language the rest of the world hasn't learned, a synthesis of thought where the weight of being "too much, too soon" is finally shared and halved. What happens when two minds that have outpaced time itself find their only remaining mystery is each other? 𝙋𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 05/04/26 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: [Will be following the Manga] HIGHEST STORY RANKINGS: #1 in Zankaxreader (05/13/26) #1 in Nijiku (05/13/26) #2 in Zankanijiku (05/13/26) #4 in Zankaxoc (05/13/26) #1 in Kyouka (05/19/26) 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 © Hirareiya 𝗚𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗮 © Kei Urana

"I didn't know you were married, Tamsy?" - Cleaners "Well, neither do I" - Tamsy Caines A random kid showed up at the HQ claiming to be Tamsy's child. One he'd never known he had. He wanted to deny it, yet all the allegation seems to throw buckets to his face. "Aren't you curious who my mother is?" "Not really." Note: The reader is the mother, not the child.

"you're a... What?" "You've never heard of a shark before?" "What even is that?" く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡 A shark has landed in the Ground! How, why, who? Dive into the sea, or trash in this case, to find out! 🔷Gachiakuta belongs to Kei Urana and Hideyoshi Andou for the grafitti designs.

(Zanka x Eishia x Jabber) There's nothing more complicated than being in love with two people (with clashing personalities) at the same time. Jabber likes where he stands in their relationship, even if it feels like he's just squishing in. Eishia didn't understand it all at first but she's growing to handle them both how they like. And Zanka is still wondering how the FUCK things ended up here. Or Zanka, Eishia, and Jabber get together somehow.

Your very first clear memory was not of the Ground , but your own death. You remember the pain . the sounds of sirens and screaming. A piece of metal was sticking out of your stomach. Your skin coated in a deep red while paramedics run about to save other survivors. Not you of course, you could tell it was over for you. Left ear torn off , blinded in your right eye , and blood spilling from your mouth. The scent of smoke was all you could smell before you closed your eyes forever. Reincarnation ? you never believed in it. Neither did you believe much in other religions. You'd stayed playing it safe as an agonist but questioning the purpose of life and death only made your head hurt and heart race. Looking in the mirror with a new face you kinda had too. (Reader is reincarnated and wakes up as Hyo but doesn't realize it until a concerning amount of time has passed.)

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞" "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...?" "𝐑𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐡𝐦...𝐮𝐡...𝐨𝐡! 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 '𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭' 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠" ˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ A prophecy. A promise you desperately want to keep. That's what your life has come to be. Now, so close to your goal like never before, you won't falter nor give up, not even when the resident bird-looking cleaner can't stop messing around with you. Not even when you can't seem to stop either. ˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ Disclaimer!! Cover by @akariri Gachiakuta © Kei Urana

"I don't belong in a palace, Zanka. And neither do you. You look like a ghost in there. Come be a monster with me." Zanka Nijiku is the "Ice Prince"-a porcelain masterpiece of Triple Axels and silent perfection, held together by the suffocating grip of his elite family. Jabber is the "Enforcer"-a 6'0" whirlwind of neon pink eyes, golden-ringed wicks, and a masochistic love for the bruise. One moves in graceful arcs; the other moves in straight lines and bone-deep collisions. When Zanka finally snaps under the weight of the "Nijiku Standard," he doesn't just fall-he jumps. Straight into the chaotic, cigarette-stained world of the Grey District. Living in a "Trash Palace" apartment littered with used guitars, broken dreams, and the heavy scent of wintergreen and rebellion, Zanka must learn that "perfection" is a cage, and "trash" might just be the only thing that's real. Between the 4:00 AM practices and the high-stakes world of underground grit, the friction between the skater and the enforcer begins to melt the ice. What starts as a volatile rivalry transforms into something deeper-a raw, messy, and fiercely protective bond. In a world of cracked needles and gold medals, they'll have to decide if they're just two kids running away, or if they've finally found a place where they can truly be handled.

You are the Librarian-the Keeper of the Cleaners' HQ archives, responsible for preserving records of missions, weapons, etc. You live a quiet, controlled life, surrounded by paper and silence... until Enjin keeps walking in. Smirking. Teasing. Borrowing files he doesn't need. You've been here before-tangled with him in the sheets, burned by him. Every time you let him in, he disappears back into chaos. "Still pretending you don't miss me, Ms. Librarian?" He leans on your desk like he owns it, smirking like he remembers everything he shouldn't. You tell yourself you're over it. Over him. But fire has a memory. Once it's lit, it remembers how to burn. You are no damsel. You've fought beside the Cleaners before...and if the mission demands it, you'll fight again. Only this time, not just in the battlefield .💋 #1 Gachiakuta 10/17/25

"WAIT NO I'M SORRY I GIVE UP I GIVE UP!!!" ☆࿐ཽ༵༆IN which, a kid with horrid anxiety isues joins the world of the Cleaners with nothing but a hat that quells their mind GN!CHILD!READER X PLATONIC!VAR.CHARACTERS ALL CHARACTERS IN GACHIAKUTA AND GACHIAKUTA ITSELF BELONG TO THE LOVELY KEI URANA!!!

"Will you toss my heart into the gutter..." a girl with [hiar color] hair and teal ends sang. She stood in front of the rising sun, her hair flowing with the wind. The wind started blowing stronger and stronger and the hat on her head seemed to fly off. Immediately a hand grabbed it before flew too far away. "Will you treat me better than the others..." The girl slowly turned around to look at the person who grabbed it. "Will you let me be your lover..." she sang the last part as she took the hat from the man's hand staring at him lovingly "Will you...stay with me together... forever." The girl's [eye color] eyes that were once full of life were now blank, empty. "You must be [Name]. I am Arkha" A man with black hair in dreadlocks put in a ponytail, white eyes and dark skin told her gently with a carrying smile, he spoke so softly. "I heard you wanted to join the cleaners, but why." The girl seemed to stare at him in the eye for a little while, contemplating. If she should tell him or not. " I want them to pay." Her eye were right now filled with anger and hatred , yet her voice was broken and sad. "What happened to you must be devastating. I don't know how you feel that I understand that you are hurting." Arkha told her gently, then pated her hat on her head. "Welcome to the cleaners. I hope that you'll find a place for you here." [Name], what's surrounded by her teammates , each one of them looking at her with a smile as they were eating together. "I hope that with time you will feel better." [Name] was in a party laughing and smiling. "I hope that you find something to fill your empty heart here." [Name] stood on top of the roof looking mesmerized, in her eyes he stood right there in front of her in all his glory. He manged to fill the empty hole in her heart again. [!!]warning[!!] This book has curse words, death, abuse, spoilers, grammer and spelling mistakes. English is not my first language. I don't own any of gachiakuta.

A quiet rain-soaked morning becomes the start of something lasting. On her first day of high school, gentle, observant Amo crosses paths with strangers who will slowly become anchors, kindness offered without obligation, words exchanged without promises. In a world of new halls, unfamiliar faces, and small, human moments, this tender coming of age story explores how the simplest encounters can quietly rewrite a life.

Amidst a budding romance, Zanka thoughtfully gives Kali a healing tool to try for her vital instrument, and chaos ensues. Kali finds herself becoming one of the most powerful givers in history, but at what cost? "No one should have this kind of power."

redamancy /riˈdamˈanˈsee/ 1. the act of loving someone who loves you back. --- Fu's first New Years celebration with the Cleaners, cue a midnight kiss with Zanka.

(AUSSIE HS AU !) only bcs im aussie and cant be bothered researching american stuff, soo with that. this fic includes aussie spelling.. boo!! beware. (characters are.. Zanka: 16 yrs, Jabber: 17 yrs.. both going into year / grade 12) Zanka Nijiku, a- (decently) behaved teenage boy with a short temper, moves to small town on the coast of Western Australia, (yes we are getting an aussie Jabber) expecting a scorching, boring summer.. however instead he finds himself boarding the ride of his life after finding a new, somewhat.. 'psychotic' friend who just happens to know where to get the best stuff and how exactly to sneak around some restricted spaces. How will their relationship turn out? (I'm expecting there to be drugs, vapes and alcohol in this fic too btw!) im BEGGING please lmk if that was ok.. ^^ anyhoww.. i may give up on this so uhm be warned? enjoy.

astound /əˈstound/ verb 1. shock or greatly surprise. --- Zanka gets drunk and somehow he and Jabber get married.

cover art isn't mine

"Uhh-You're Zanka, right?" Enjin could've sworn that the suicidal teen he talked out of that well sounded like a guy; they talked for a decent amount of time, so he should be able to tell. Said teen stood in front of him now, and Enjin wondered if he had it all wrong. The well that he-or she-maybe they?-hid themselves in was a dark place, so Enjin couldn't exactly get a full grasp of their appearance. 5 times people questioned whether Zanka was a girl or a boy, 1 time Zanka accepted that they're neither. Or, a few things happen which lead to Zanka realizing that he might be trans Fall for my androgynous Zanka propaganda woooooh

When Omei was born, everything finally felt peaceful. For the first time in years, [Name] had a home. A family. A future worth protecting. But then the world fell apart. Separated from her brother and stranded in a place that should not exist, [Name] finds herself forced to navigate a brutal new world alongside her young daughter. Surrounded by monsters, strangers, and secrets that refuse to stay buried, survival quickly becomes the least of her worries. Because some memories are missing. Some truths don't add up. And the people she trusts most may know more than they're willing to say. After all, every storm begins with a quiet day. And this was the calm before it. _________ Manga/anime spoilers will be taking place in this work. So brace yourselves ya'll, it's the beginning of the end. The manga/anime Gachiakuta DOES NOT BELONG TO ME and belong to its RIGHTFUL OWNER. Kei Urana. Anything relating to its contents featured in this work rightfully belong to her. Any hate towards her will not be tolerated. This work isn't officially apart of the manga/anime series Gachiakuta. The stories plot line belongs to me along with any OC's mentioned or described. This is a Female Reader Insert. There is implied teen pregnancy. Yes, this is a yandere story, just not the psycho/gorey kind. Chapters will have a lesser eord count than future chapters. And yes, this is a slow burn.

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥?" You walk around like you got a big one in your pants. Maybe it's cuz if you were a guy, you would most definitely would. Maybe you wouldn't be involved in all this if you hadn't got a good heart in your big 'ol chest. Now, you got a bunch of crazy lovebirds chasing you. - Well, at least they cute.

An attention seeker is someone who frequently behaves or speaks in ways meant to draw focus, approval, or reactions from others. You've always been called an "attention seeker". Maybe they're right. However, in your line of work, where you have to deal with highly dangerous criminals on a daily basis, attention can be dangerous, but staying quiet has never been your style...so what will you do? VARIOUS!GACHIAKUTA X FEMREADER