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Mindfield Project Unclassified - The Start. Pt1

The dimly lit room, a room that Howard knew all too well. It was the room he often found himself inhabiting, even when he wasn’t on shift. Sadly, it was a curse the best of the best had to endure. Quietly, his boots made soft thuds against the dirty floor of the hideout. His mind reeled with who he would encounter on the other side of that rusted, metal door. An enemy? A spy? A close friend? All were possible, some more heartbreaking than most. 

Howard had seen many things in his time in the organization, but he hadn’t seen anything quite like what was hidden behind that door. Anticipation filled his every fiber, causing his muscles to tense as his fingers grazed that cold metal door. With a grunt, the male threw the door open, or… well, more like swung it open. Despite his efforts to push that door, it appeared to be far more rusty than he had remembered. 

Scanning the room, the dimly lit room held a small table covered in tools of Howard’s trade. His eyes slowly moved from the piles of dirt in the corners, to the spider webs along the walls, to the chair… the chair he had seen so many poor, unfortunate souls trapped in. Before his eyes, though, seemed someone who was far more comfortable in that chair than they should be. Narrowing his chestnut eyes, the soldier took in the form before him. 

It was a small male, no shorter than 4’0, but no taller than 4’5. Their long, brown hair looked disheveled and pulled out of its neat bun, their stormy grey eyes seemed to reflect the room, but in a darker light. The poor lighting threw unnatural shadows onto their face, highlighting their scars but hiding their secrets. Those secrets that Howard was tasked with uncovering. There was a tattoo, a stark contrast to the scars on their exposed skin, that piqued Howard’s interest, the Ace of Hearts was tattooed onto their skin. The meaning of this eluded Howard, but he couldn’t let the strangeness of the enigma in front of him change his mind. Howard Bryant never stepped down from a challenge.

The folder in his hands bent under the force of his grip, his eyes stared down at the short soldier in front of him. How could someone so… small be wrapped up in something so horrid? If Howard had to guess, the soldier in front of him looked no older than twenty-one, barely having started to enjoy the throws of life. Far too young to be a Commander already… perhaps there was more to this enigma than meets the eye. Quietly circling the other male, Howard set the folder down on their lap, the large print glistened under the light of the barely working hanging lamp above them. “Tell me about Project Mindfield,” His deep, grave voice said into the small soldier’s ear, eliciting a sharp inhale from them. 

“Where would one even begin to tell the tale?” The small soldier replied, their voice catching Howard off guard. His eyes narrowed slightly as he walked around them again, his boots creating a rhythmic thump on the dirt-covered ground. “I could start with Operation Black-Gate, but that wouldn’t be the start… no, the start is farther back than both of us care to go…, but it’s only fair to start at the beginning…

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Left to Soon (PT1)

My hands slid through the sheets as the sound of my alarm blared in my ears. Smacking my bedside table until I hit the clock, my body ached from the day before’s shift. Slowly raising my head out of the nest of pillows and messy hair, I squinted at the figure who was pulling open my curtains. His messy dark blonde hair was almost golden with the morning light of LA. Groaning, I grasped one of my silk covered pillows, cocked my arm back, and threw this pillow at his back as hard as possible. A satisfying yelp echoed in my room as I rolled over, pulling my blankets up to my neck as I snuggled back into my slumber. “That wasn’t nice!” Evan Buckley whined as he slipped his arms around my waist, lifting me out of bed. 

“Buck!” I whined loudly as I tried to escape his iron grasp, blankets and pillows following him as he dragged me toward the door. “Five more minutes, please???” He spit out some of my hair as he carried me out to the kitchen, where our other roommate was waiting. Eddie Diaz sighed as he sipped his coffee while watching Buck dragging me off to the living room, where Chrisopher was playing video games on the TV. “Morning Chris!” 

“Morning Ace!” he said, smiling wide as his glasses skewed themselves on his face. I huffed at Bucky as he tossed me, half haphazardly, onto the couch before running off to get me a coffee. “How did you sleep?” I asked, turning my attention back to the young boy next to me, who had set down his controller to look at me with that signature bright smile of his. 

“I slept pretty well,” he replied, though something in his eyes told me that he wasn’t exactly telling me the truth. Perhaps he didn’t want to talk about his mom, but I took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Chris was one of the few people I really cared about, though I never really showed it a lot. 

Feeling a pair of hands on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the sore spot between my scapulas. A groan fell from my lips as I dropped my head, it felt so good, and Eddie knew what he was doing. Ever since I had shown him how to give good back massages, the latino man had always given me one anytime I was sore. My head snapped up when I felt something resting against my shins. Glaring at Buck for a few seconds before sighing as I sat up to dig my small fingers into his gigantic shoulders. 

A yelp fell from his mouth as I rubbed out the knot in his shoulders. Eddie’s husky, morning voice boomed with laughter along with Chris as Buck wiggled and wormed out of my grasp. “Revenge!” I giggled before tackling the bigger male to the floor. 

Somehow, I had managed to pin the firefighter to the floor as his sister poked her head into the house. “Well, that’s not something you see every day-” she chuckled before taking a photo, much to Buck’s dismay. “I am surprised to see you up this early, Ace.”

“They are working a day shift with us,” Eddie explained as he handed her a cup of coffee with a side hug. Maddie nodded slowly in an understanding way as she greeted Chrisopher. Yelping as Buck started to do push ups with me on his back, I grasped his shirt tightly. He got about fifteen push ups in before he started to struggle, as Eddie plopped down beside me, holding his legs up in an attempt to keep them off the floor. 

“You…. guys…. Are…. heavy…” he grunted between push ups and breaths. Swatting his arm, I stood up with a sigh and stretched. Slipping out of the room toward my bedroom, I closed the door behind me, deafening the roars of laughter coming from the living room. A sigh fell from my lips as I flopped down on my bed. 

Today, of all days, I just had to work a day shift. Rolling over to look at the clock, the date burned into my eyes, today… Today was my birthday, a day I would rather forget ever existed. I hadn’t told anyone my birthday in a while, but Cap knew when it was. He always left me a little piece of cake with a single candle on it in the fridge of the station kitchen. I never really understood why he did it, I had told him multiple times that I never celebrated my birthdays, to many hurtful memories. But… the longer I worked at the fire station the more I looked forward to that little slice of cake. 

Maybe, just maybe, this year would be different. I doubted it would be as I struggled to throw on my pants. Huffing deeply, I slipped my shirt over my head, tucking it into my pants before stepping outside my room. Maddie was talking quietly with Eddie in the kitchen while Chris and Buck were playing on the TV. As soon as I entered the kitchen for a piece of toast, Maddie tapped his arm before walking away to bother Buck. I gave him a suspicious look before grabbing my toast. “Hey, I am going to the store before work.” I said to Eddie as I took the keys off his belt loop. The feeling of his breath on my check as I looked up at him. There were only a few inches between us, but I could see the look in his eyes, he was watching me with a playful look. 

Moving out of his personal space, I grabbed my jacket, waved goodbye to everyone and hopped up onto the railing of the stairs. Sliding down the railing, I hopped off before walking over to my truck, Eddie loved to drive it even though he had his own to drive. Something about how it drives better than his own, but I just think it’s because Chris likes how soft the back seats are. Which I don’t mind, but I hate it when he and Buck take it out for a late night drive while I am at work. They never bring it back to the firehouse so I can get home. 

Sliding into the front seat, I sighed deeply as I turned the key. It purred to life as I slipped on my seat belt and threw it into drive.

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Fun Haikyuu story thats all.

Warning: Mention of death 

He was a shy quiet kid, never spoke a word to anyone. Volleyball was the only thing that got him excited, it was also the only sport that kept him somewhat normal. Jayden Wright sighed deeply; his labored breaths pushed pasted his dry, chapped lips. His brown eye was glued to the ball as it came toward him, the lights played a little illusion on his eye. It appears there was a halo around it. A stiffness formed in his legs, anticipation for what was to come. An easy point? To finish off the game. Maybe. Millions of things ran through his mind, each not staying for more than a millisecond. The stance of all the players, the blockers, the liberos, the spikers, and the receivers, were all flooding his mind with numbers and calculations for this split-second decision. The ball was getting closer to him as he lifted his hands up above his head. He saw the calculations floating in front of his eye as he lifted himself off the floor in a small jump. The ball touched his fingers lightly, as his eye flickered around quickly. Putting all his power and speed into this ball, Jayden set the ball into one of the two spiker’s hand with chilling accuracy. There was a rush of air as it was hit into the glossy wooden floor. The squeak of shoes filled the air from both landing and the sound of the ball hitting the floor.

 He looked down at his hands as his teammates cheered and jumped around in celebration. Even though it was just a practice match, they always got excited when they scored a point. Jayden really wished they wouldn’t touch him, but it was a habit of theirs. It wasn’t that he was a germaphobe, it was just… he had bad experiences with people touching him, but when he touched the ball… even for a split second, he could feel the smooth texture of the surface of the ball. It was amazing, just to touch the ball for a second in any game. Jayden wasn’t as old as his teammates were… in fact, he was playing with high schoolers even thought he was only in the third year of middle school. Jayden wasn’t like other kids… no, he wasn’t even like his two twins. He was smarter than them, quicker, and more flexible that them. Max and Alex were just middle schoolers, that’s it. Jayden… he was doing first year high school work, level five. He didn’t really understand why his teachers asked for this kind of work for him, but he did it without having to be taught the material. It was a nice surprise for his teachers. He sighed as he looked at the opposing team, they were hanging their heads in defeat. It was a weird sight; one he has seen a lot, but he didn’t really have time to sulk over the look. The team captain slapped his back happily, with a wide smile, but Jayden could see through the smile. The captain was only happy because they won, if they lost it would have been three flying laps around the gym and a lot of serving after. “Nice setting Wright!” the Captain said laughing as he ruffled Jayden’s long black hair, which he had tied up in a ponytail. His hair wasn’t that long, only about shoulder length, but it was now all pulled out of the ponytail and pointing in different directions.

 Jayden huffed, slightly annoyed by this show of affection, he pushed the Captain’s hand away from himself. The younger male sighed deeply, he turned away and looked over his shoulder at the light’s height above them. They reminded him of the sunset him and his siblings often loved to watch in America, when he was six. Being fourteen now, Jayden had far less time to see the sunsets, from school to practice, which always ended when it got dark out, and the walk home through the busy Tokyo streets. He had always been in love with the sunsets, they were always so pretty and beautiful. They had always been something for him to look at, something pure and happy. Tetsaro Kuroo, the team Captain of Nekoma, set a hand on Jayden’s shoulder, as if it was a normal thing to do. Ever since Jayden was taken at the age of six, and hurt for six months, he hasn’t spoken a word. Not one, except to one person, knew what his voice sounded like. Kuroo had to learn what Jayden was thinking or feeling through the little changes in his behavior, how he played, walked, or fidgeted. Even the little thing like hitting a ball differently, made Kuroo worry about him. The older male had often been found watching Jayden, just trying to see what was going through his head. Jayden had the best poker face Kuroo had ever seen. No one could figure out what was running through his mind. His body never betrayed his mind, his heart only gave emotions, not its intentions. It beats, yes, but it has more of a reason than just beating to exist. It was there to keep the machine moving, just like the brain did.

 Kuroo smiled at Jayden, as his eyes pierced the younger male’s one eyes, trying to pull out the boy’s secrets. The team watched quietly as they looked between the two males, their wills battling an invisible fight, trying to break down, or defend, walls that had been so hard to build up. The air around them was electrically charged with two emotions, fear and worry. Kuroo finally looked away from Jayden’s unrelenting stare. “You did good today Jay, it will be sad to see you leave… but the crows have gotten themselves a great weapon in their arsenal now.” He said softly as he watched Jayden take a water from the giant Russian man baby. Jayden hummed against the cold plastic of the bottle as its cold content rolled into his mouth and down his throat. A cold expanded in his chest as he pulled the bottle from his dry lips. The thoughts of moving to a team who he didn’t understand all that well, made Jayden worried. What if he disrupted their momentum? At least he knew one person on that team. The young male was moving to the countryside, and with that moving schools as well. His two twin siblings would be staying, continuing their manager jobs on the Nekoma team. Max would join the team next year no doubt, and with that, the two would become enemies. It wasn’t like they weren’t already. Jayden was very distant from his family, yes, he cared and loved them… he had just lost a lot of his emotional ties when his younger sister passed.

  Jayden set the bottle of water down and bit his lower lip gently. He wasn’t exactly part of the family after what happened. Max always thought it was his fault Lily, their younger sister, passed… but that wasn’t true. Jayden had done everything he could to protect her, he had gotten her to the hospital once they broke free. He had carried her, and himself – who was extremely hurt- all the way to the hospital.

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