#Insomnia Hypnosis Carefree

[uniquelynorthern1]

[oliversrarebooks]

An adorable, shy maiden hastily dusts the crumbs off her blouse and approaches Lily Lily! … oh, wait, "Miss Lily" or "Sir" is proper, yes? Ahem. Miss Lily, I have an awful hard time getting to sleep. Nighttime jitters, you know? I was wondering–only if you would be amicable to it, of course!–if I could give you my blood in exchange for a small nightcap? Now and then? Just the 'carefree sleepytime' parts of vampire hypnosis, without the, um, 'losing my autonomy' parts. Would you find such an arrangement agreeable? … S-sir! (I didn't forget, I promise!)

tw: hypnotic induction

Oh, you poor dear. Insomnia is terrible, isn't it? All those sleepless nights, anxious, tossing and turning... you must be absolutely exhausted. I'd be more than happy to help you sleep! It's my pleasure, really.

Now, why don't you just get comfortable here. You don't need to worry about a thing. Just relax as best you can, and I promise you'll be off to slumberland before you know it. All you need to do is do your best to listen and follow my very simple instructions. Don't worry if you get too sleepy to pay attention. That just means it's working. Here, let me get you a nice soft blanket, too. Comfortable? Good.

Now, all I want you to do is follow my fingers with your eyes as they flutter back and forth across your field of vision. Back and forth... back and forth... just like this. It's easy, isn't it? You can do that for me while you listen. As you focus on my fingers... back and forth... you're going to start to feel more relaxed. More and more relaxed as you watch my fingers. Yes, you're doing so well. 

You'll start to feel your muscles getting loose... your legs and shoulders releasing all the tension of the day... the knots in your back coming undone... your limbs starting to get heavy. It's so relaxing, isn't it? You don't even need to think about it, it just happens. All you need to do is keep watching my fingers flutter back and forth, back and forth, more and more relaxed and comfortable.

Good. Now you can watch my fingers as they flutter downwards in front of your eyes. Down, and down, and down, like raindrops from the sky. That's it, keep focusing. As you watch my fingers going down, and down, and down, you're going to start to feel a little bit sleepy. You don't need to force it, you don't need to fight it. Just keep focusing and listening and before you even know it, you're going to start getting sleepy. Relax, stay so relaxed, relaxed and listening and starting to get sleepy, just a little bit sleepy.

That's right, you don't need to worry about a thing. You're so relaxed, and you're going to start feeling sleepy no matter what you do. You're going to watch my fingers as they flutter down, and down, and down, and it's going to start making your eyelids feel heavy, too. Yes, your eyelids are starting to feel so heavy and relaxed, just like the rest of your body. And it's going to make you feel sleepy. You're starting to feel so drowsy now. Each time you watch my fingers flutter down, your eyelids feel a little heavier, your mind feels a little slower and sleepier.

And it's not just my fingers. My voice also makes you drowsy, so, so drowsy and tired. As your heavy, sleepy eyes watch my fingers flutter downwards, my voice is casting my sleeping spell on you. You can't resist it. It's impossible. You're getting sleepy... drowsy... falling under my spell. Each time my fingers flutter down, your eyes follow, and your eyelids start to droop. They're so heavy, aren't they? Almost like they want to shut. 

Here, just stay relaxed, and I'm going to trace little circles on your temples. Just like this, slow and soothing, and it's going to make you even sleepier. You're focusing on my touch going around, and around, and you're so sleepy now, aren't you? Aww, you're getting so, so drowsy. Look at you yawn. It's adorable. No, don't try and fight it. You wanted me to put you to sleep, didn't you? Just relax. You're too sleepy to resist, too drowsy to fight. 

Every time you blink those leaden eyelids of yours, it's going to become a little harder to open them again, okay? They're so heavy, and it's so much effort, and you're so tired. Your eyelids would like to close down... they want to shut down tight and rest... your sleepy, drowsy eyelids just want to rest... that's it. It's so hard to keep those eyes open, isn't it? You know that if you shut your eyes, you're going to start falling asleep. You want that, you want to sleep, and your eyes are starting to close down all by themselves. They're just too heavy to keep open any longer, and you're too drowsy to resist. 

Close your eyes now, dear. Just let them fall shut. It feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good to let your eyes rest. If you try to open them up again, you'll find that you can't. It's too much effort, and they're much too heavy, and you're already starting to fall asleep. You can relax, relax and fall under my spell. Just let your drowsy mind drift, drift far away, and you'll feel like you're dozing off. Like it's so, so easy to just go to sleep. No anxiety, no resisting, just allowing me to lull you deep asleep. 

You're going to go to sleep now, dear. Go to sleep, let your tired mind rest. You're falling fast asleep, but you can still listen. You can listen to my voice as you go to sleep. You don't have to think about anything I'm saying, because my voice just puts you deeper and deeper asleep. It feels so good to finally sleep, doesn't it? 

So sleepy, so suggestible... completely asleep... your sleeping mind completely under my control. But you don't need to worry about that. You can just sleep and leave your thinking to me. No worries, no cares. You don't have to worry about your autonomy and free will, not at all. You can sleep so easy knowing that I'll do all of the thinking for you.

Isn't that so good? Aren't you glad you came to me with your problem? You can always trust me to help you with your problems. You're always safe with me. And all you have to do in return is listen.

And, since you so kindly offered your blood... Just sink deeper into sleep and expose your neck for me dear. Yes, that's it. Oh, there's nothing more delightful than a sleeping, hypnotized human offering up their blood. I'm sure you'll taste just as delicious as you smell. Now stay perfectly still and asleep for me. You won't feel any pain.

[hypmicreload]

chapter one (part two)

written by: Beenz, Dan

edited by: Dan, Miki

word count: 4626

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For Hikari Izanami, each day started off with her set routine, get up at seven-o'clock sharp, study, greet her two fathers warmly, then quickly head to her university—barely even cramming in breakfast. Breakfast was the least of her worries though, it wasn’t nearly as important as keeping awake; between insomnia from nerves, studying, and working a part-time job, she had no time for little meals like toast or eggs. No, caffeine and the small, incredibly convenient supplements she took were enough to keep her living and functioning through each and every repetitive day.

“Morning, honey!” Her blond father, who in fact acted like the mother she never had, sparkled and radiated through the room with his beaming, wide smile. One that he shared with both her and her other, much less dazzling father who did nothing more than go to work, go home, and spend time with his cheery and terribly needy husband. She admired her red-haired and seemingly depressed dad’s dedication to his family, despite his habit of complaining that things were a bother. She knew he loved her and the man dressed up in an apron across the room.

“...You’re still wearing that damn apron…” He grumbled as he sat down at their table.

“Don’t tell me I don’t look good in it, darling!” The other winked.

Hikari laughed at her parents’ exchange before greeting them warmly.

“Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Dad!” She chuckled to herself at the nickname she had given them before rushing over to make herself a coffee, swiftly tipping an unmeasured amount in before adding the water and milk. Most would call her jittery, restless, and anxious due to it, but she thought it was closer to excitement. She wasn’t that bad.

“Breakfast’s ready!” Her father sung, announcing the bacon and eggs like it was a trophy.

“U-Um, er, sorry..! I can’t eat today either, nursing!” Hikari raised her cup and drank the bitter contents, taking each and every supplement as she did. Instantly feeling less exhausted than when she woke up.

“I’m sure there’s time to eat, do you not like your father’s cooking?” The tone of her father’s voice was that to be pitied, a sad, pouty tone.

“Dad! Come on, it’s not that! I’m just really busy, really, really, busy...all the time...A-Ahaha! It’s all good! Everything’s A-Ok!” She brushed away her negative thoughts that loomed and put out a thumbs up. She didn’t want to make anyone worry about her.

That also meant she kept things like her night-job a secret from her overprotective parents and everyone she knew.

It was the only thing that wasn’t plain and boring in her life, yet it was embarrassing and paid quite little.

After saying goodbye to her parents, it was studying until six in the evening. What she’d tell her parents was that university ended much later, however that wasn’t exactly the truth.

Everyday after her course ended, she entered a cafe beside an alleyway in the heart of Shinjuku and opened the back door to the staffroom, where she took off her nurse uniform in exchange for her maid uniform, and decorated herself with dainty white gloves and lacy stockings.

That wasn’t all, the manager went all out by giving them bells on their chokers, cat tails with cute bows, and on their frilly headpieces, there of course poked cat ears and more bells.

It was strange, but her frilly headpiece would give her a boost of confidence each time she adorned it. It helped her serve customers with confidence and even sneak some flirting in to get tips—she seemed to be better at being a maid than being a nurse unfortunately.

Hikari sighed as she entered the cafe, despite it being plastered with anime “neko girls” and menus with cat puns, it was somehow professional-looking with its amazingly clean tables and expensive chairs. Even though the walls were striped white and pink, you could somehow take it seriously. She glanced over to the “Most Favourited Catgirl” to see her beaming face in a frame. Wow, if only she was actually that happy.

She turned to walk to the front, as always it was her responsibility to greet the customers first.

“Good Evening, Master!” Hikari cheered.

“Come this way, where would you like to sit, nya~?” She continued with all the enthusiasm she could muster, leading the two middle-aged men to a marble white table.

“You’re so cute! Sit on my lap for me, will you?”

She laughed. “Oh no, that’d be naughty of me! What would you like to order?”

“Uh, I’ll get a vodka on the rocks and…” Hikari began to quickly tune out as one of the other maids was introducing another worker clearly younger than her to the cafe. A girl of small stature and short chestnut-coloured hair whose fuschia eyes scattered across every inch of the room as if she had never seen a cafe before.

So cute... Hikari thought to herself.

“Uh...Excuse me, are you going to take our order?” The second man from before questioned from his seat, snapping her out of her daydream.

Hikari turned sharply and continued her act.

“Oh, goodness me! My bad, Master! What was it?”

“He wants a vodka on the rocks and a prawn salad, and I’d like just the Bloody Mary.” He explained.

“Of course, I won’t make you wait too long.” Hikari gave them a wink and a twirl of her short dress and headed towards the bar, only to be stopped by Mei, a red-haired maid who was now showing the same newbie from before around still.

“Hikari, could you do me a favour? I need you to explain what we do here and maybe teach her a few tricks about how we do things. I know you’re like the best. Thanks to those genes, right?” She laughed, Hikari scoffed but held back her annoyance at her statement and instead, smiled.

“Of course, anything for my fellow maids! What’s your name, pretty lady?” She tilted her head, turning her attention to the short girl who had a strange expression on her face. Maybe something of interest as they locked eyes? Hikari wasn’t sure but something told her that just maybe, this girl wasn’t exactly here to be taught—but maybe she was being paranoid.

“Oh, uh!” The new girl seemed spaced out and as if she had only just woken up. “Yumeno Nao. Nice to meet you, miss.”

“Yumeno Nao..? That’s a cute name! Follow me, I’m actually taking an order to the bar and kitchen this moment.” Hikari began walking, expecting the new maid to follow. “So, what brought you here to become a maid? You look far too young to be out here so late!”

“It's just my baby face.” She lied quickly, plastering a soft smile on.

“Really? Wow, I’m so jealous.” Hikari laughed, pinching at her eye bags momentarily.

“You’re suuupeer adorable. Anyway, here’s the bar if no one’s shown you already.” She gestured towards the counter. “Here at NekoNeko Cafe, you always, always have to act in character, act as cute as possible and never break it, kay?”

There was a momentary silence before Nao spoke up “Just like you do everyday, right, Izanami?”

“U-Um, did I introduce myself already? Funny, I don’t remember that!”

“No, you didn't.” Nao looked down, trying their best to remember the intimidation tactics their brother had taught them “You're not as focused as your fathers I see…”

“...My fathers?”

“Izanami Hifumi and… formerly Kannonzaka Doppo, correct?”

Hikari froze wondering what was this girl was up to. Maybe a family relative? She laughed carefreely despite her worries and paranoia that maybe this girl was out to get her.

“...Have we met before? You seem to know a lot about my family!”

“How to phrase it… Our fathers are old friends.” Nao tried their best not to show their own fear, swallowing hard to conceal the stress being so harsh but them under.

“Friends? I’ve never heard of anyone by the surname Yumeno!”

“...N-Not even Gentaro?”

“Hmm, that does sound familiar, but nope!”

“...” his intimidation game crumbled, annoyed cries spilling out like a flood gate had opened. “Ah! Y-you're making this so hard! Koro-Nii is going to think I'm so lame!”

“Huh? Oh, no, don’t cry! Do you need to go home? I can take you home if you need!”

“Home? N-no, not until I have you!” They choked out, not aware of how creepy such a statement seemed.

Hikari laughed nervously, fiddling with the frills on the bottom of her apron

“Oh, I’m really sorry, are you an admirer? You’re a very cute lady but I don’t swing that way...”

“...Huh? AH! No no no no! It's nothing like that, I swear! I-I'm not here to date you or anything I just…!”

“You just..?” Hikari tilted her head and the bells jingled subtly, looking curiously at what she thought was a girl.

With a defeated sigh, Nao dropped the act, reaching into his dress and pulling out two pairs of socks used to fill in a bra. With his voice a pitch lower he said, “My stupid big brother wants you to join our team! Please, can we talk in private?”

~

Together in the staff room, along with a warm cup of coffee each, the two were left to talk.

Nao had managed to calm himself down and began to speak clearly again, being more himself.

“It’s, it’s called Re:Load, we are trying to form a team—a rapping team of only the best so...so we’re able to take down Chuuoku and...this false peace they’ve made.”

The idea of being able to take down Chuuoku sounded far-fetched and that was clear by the confusion written across Hikari’s face, yet it sounded like a dream. If they could successfully take them down, she couldn’t imagine how proud her parents and her uncle would be.

“...I appreciate the invitation, but I’ve never rapped in my life.”

Nao perked up a little “Um, well… I’m the same, actually! But our parents used too, they were naturals at using hypnosis mics...They participated in rap battles together and…”

“Battles?! I...I had no idea. I guess they would never tell me, they’re always so protective - and those mics, they hurt people…” She paused. “Why exactly does your...brother want to take down Chuuoku?”

“...I’m sure most of us aren’t happy about the new laws being held in place..”

“That’s true…”  Hikari was still unsure, but… to not have those dirty glances casted at her by the guards that watched people’s every single movement, and to not be treated like a criminal for simply existing—everyone would be so much more happier.

“...You’ll...you’ll be fine. We can learn together, okay? We know someone who will teach us.”

Silence, followed by an extended hand and a warm grin

“In that case, it’s a deal!”

.

.

.

When you live in a small apartment alongside two younger brothers and two parents who, as lovely as they are, do not understand the concept of mornings, you don’t need an alarm clock to get you up.

Much like every other morning, Ikumi is woken up at 6 am underneath the weight of two boys shaking her arms, tickling her sides, or whatever she needs.

“Onee-san!” Both the younger boys chirped in perfect unison, only greeted by a loud groan of annoyance and a misguided slap that only managed to hit Mitsuki’s arm.

“Piss off…” She yawned, trying to pull the blanket over her head, such an act leading to her punishment of the loss of her blanket altogether. Through the power of determination, both mischievous twins pulled the corners of the duvet and tossed it onto the floor in a pile of discarded clothes and plushies she threw the night before.

“You’re the worst!” She whined, sitting up and scowling at the unwelcome cold weather that awaited her outside the comfort of her bedroom.

“Mum said breakfast is ready and you need to go to school because you have exams.” Hazuki piped up, Mitsuki nodding along happily.

Yet there was no happy nodding for her, she felt her heart stop…

“Exams…” She looked towards the calendar that hung on her wall, a month-by-month book decorated with anime characters from a show she wasn’t too fond of but her father got it for her thinking she would love it.

“Nuh-uh! My exams ain’t for another week! On the 28th!”

“Today is the 28th!” They both spoke up again—God, she wished they wouldn’t speak at the same time… those creepy kids.

“...No way!” She stood up with haste, collecting a shirt to throw over herself and sprinting towards the kitchen beyond any human speed where both her parents were waiting. Her mother making breakfast and her father preparing to head off for work.

“Good morning de-”

“What year is it?!”

The frantic look in her eyes sent the message clearly towards the parents that, once again, her brothers managed to convince her (convince used lightly, she’s too gullible) that she had missed a deadline.

“It’s October twelfth.” Nemu sat her down at the table, setting a plate in front of her. Today they had pancakes.

Ichiro handed her his mug to offer her some coffee—she wasn’t allowed to drink coffee as deemed unhealthy by her mother. but it didn't stop her sneaking sips when she wasn’t looking.

“...” She sat on the statement for a minute, sipping at the bitter beverage absentmindedly.

“So no exams?”

“Mitsuki! Hazuki! Be nice to your sister!” Ichiro called out, smiling at the laughs he received in response.

“No Iku, no exams.”

Now calm, she began to eat up the pancakes that were adorned with various fruits. Her mother stood behind her and began to neatly style her daughters soft, long hair as she ate, humming a sweet song as she did so.

“Your uniform is pressed and ready for you on the couch.” She added, finishing off the side ponytail with a neat red ribbon she knew her child wore every day.

“Thanks, Mum.”

~

Walking to school was an unwelcoming experience ever since the law came into action. On every street was some form of camera, surveillance or official watching over them. Train stations and rail lines had been obstructed with fences; all borders of the cities were blocked off and guarded. It was like a prison.

Coming to what was once Ikebukuro station, she got out a permit and met yet another government worker in a far too familiar uniform at a window, along with a long line of school students and workers who needed to get through the boarders.

“Yamada Ikumi, traveling to ○○ highschool.” She recited as if it was simply muscle memory doing the work, she held out her arm and offered the permit, then her wrist to allow the bracelet to be locked on once approved.

“Please be back before curfew.” The worked down woman recited back at her, as if saying the same five words each minute all day and every day wasn’t completely mind-numbing.

“For those who need to leave their own division between these hours, you will need a permit. Upon showing this permit, you will be given a band that marks your division, any member of the public caught outside of curfew or outside of their respective institute will be punished accordingly.” She remembers hearing that over the radio whilst in the car with her dad on their errand together. (Manga, they were buying manga).

She nodded slowly and left through a gate—again, greeted by guards. Nowhere felt safe, huh?

Nowhere other than the underground at least. An area hidden from the government's eye, it’s used for rap battles and other illegal activities she chose to turn a blind eye towards, it wasn't her place to snitch.

After a long day at school it felt like all she could do to unwind, most days she would turn up still in her uniform, her mic tucked away secretly in the bottom of her bag.

“Afternoon, Double.” One of the frequent visitors to the dingy, poorly lit hideout greeted her with a cigarette sitting in his hand. The room was large and industrial, concrete floors and walls enclosed several people, a few dirty couches strewn about, and a segregated area for battles to take place and others to watch.

She nodded to acknowledge him, choosing to set herself on the armrest next to him. At this point she was able to filter out the stench of cigarette smoke and tolerate it enough to be around it. (All it really took was a weekend at her uncle’s house.)

“How’s it going?” Ikumi hummed, not expecting an answer and paying no mind to the newcomer sitting only a few meters away. At least not until he approached her himself with an overconfident expression on his face.

“Hey lady! You’re the total legend around here, right?” The chirp in his voice and the bounce in his step was odd, as if a child had come in and had no real clue where he was.

“Lady? Don’t call me that.” She exhaled out a half-hearted laugh. Folding her arms across her chest she asked, “What do you want?”

He didn't miss a beat to respond. Pulling a mic out of his back pocket and waving it around carelessly, as if it weren't any more than a toy to him, “I wanna get your number and I wanna battle you!”

Ikumi laughed again, this time with much more energy. Her laugh had lasted for a while and left her wiping a fake tear from the corner of her one red eye. She then shook her head and waved her hand back and forth to dismiss him and the prospect of any kind of fight between them.

“I don’t deal with new kids.” She stated, shooing him away.

“Aww, don’t be so mean!” He giggled, holding out a hand. “I’m not a new kid at all~ In fact—” His smile shifted in a smirk, something flickering in his expression. He moved in closer, with a low voice only she could hear.

“I’m like you, Yamada Ikumi.”

“Oi!” Her hand smacked over his mouth in a slight panic. “Don’t go spouting my name so carelessly! Who the hell are you?”

“Hopefully a new friend. My names Saikoro—”

“Like the steak?”

His playful expression faded, a look of dread and sorrow plastered on his face, as if a whole life of being named “diced steak” wasn’t bearable.

“...Yes, like the steak. My father is an idiot.” Saikoro’s eyes rolled but in a snap his face was back to being childish. “Perhaps you’ve heard of him~ Arisugawa Dice?”

“...” Ikumi stood up, slinging her bag over her shoulder and nodding her head to the side. “Come with me.”

~

Underneath the streetlight with his hands in his pockets, Saikoro rocked back and forth on his heels, chewing on some gum. “So then what do you say?” He held his hand out to her.

“You’re risking a lot, you know that, right?” Ikumi sighed, fiddling with the uncomfortable band on her arm. “Forming a team? Sure… But going to such an extreme?”

“We can do it!” He nodded. “It’s like you always say, being made up of two legendary rappers makes it natural, right?”

“...It’s creepy that you know that, Stalker-Koro, but—”

Her mind ran through the outcomes, the punishments they would receive if caught, the reaction she’d get from her parents, any possible risk she would be pressing to anyone she cared about… then again, this was a cause her parents and uncles had all fought for in the past, it was almost a prophecy—at least to someone who believed in that kind of thing like herself.

That, and she missed her own freedom. She missed being able to stay out past 9 pm without having to break the law and dismantle the damned GPS attached to her. She missed spending nights in Yokohama with her idiot uncle, she missed her friends.

She missed everything, just as much as every other citizen did.

Ikumi came to her conclusion, taking hold of Saikoro’s extended hand and shaking it with enthusiasm.

“A team made up only of the best? How could we possibly lose?”

“Then it's settled! Welcome to RE:load, Ikumin~”

-

A 4 am start was standard for Takeshi Busujima.

Usually a light sleeper, it took only a few irritating ‘“beeps” from the alarm on his phone to wake him up.

He sat up with perfect posture and reached for the pair of glasses set off to the side the previous night then grabbed his phone, turning off the chime for another day.

Two more days to go. He noted from the time, swinging his legs off his bed and standing up right.

The floor was cold as usual, but Takeshi didn’t wince. Rather, he shuffled quickly towards his bedroom door in search for his slippers as salvage from the winter.

Once his feet were safe, he flicked on the light to illuminate his unusually clean bedroom.

On each wall were perfectly leveled posters, vintage ones he had collected over time and cherished dearly. On another wall were books ordered by height and kept tidy, one space missing in the collection from a book he had taken out the night before.

Everything about Takeshi's life was ordered and pristine, everything had its place and he liked it that way.

The only thing in his bedroom that stuck out from the colour palette and organisation was a single, obnoxiously pink Purikura that was stuck to his mirror—but that wasn’t anything worth noting.

Taking his uniform that hung neatly on a hook, he made his way towards the bathroom to shower.

~

“You have time to eat, dear, just sit down for a moment.” The ever concerned voice of Iruma Jyuto spoke up, looking behind his shoulder from his place at the stove as Takeshi sat in the genkan, sliding his shoes on already

“It’s fine.” He insisted, already fixated mentally on how far behind schedule he was after he let himself sleep for an extra half hour today.

His father knew fighting it was futile, so he made his way over with a neatly wrapped bento box instead, handing it to his beloved son and kissing the top of his head.

“Have a good day then, dear, and make sure you eat something at school.”

The endearment of having such a loving father filled the stoic younger boy with a sense of happiness, even if he wasn’t entirely capable of expressing it.

“You too, dad.”

~

After a gentle jog down the early morning streets of Yokohama on a route that took him by the bayside, he arrived to his ever quiet high school. Although it was a popular and well established school, it was rare to see anyone other than staff walking the halls when he arrived.

Takeshi, being the student council president, took it upon himself to ensure all the club rooms were left in an acceptable state. Making his rounds he occasionally cleaned up a few crooked chairs or wiped the dust left on a chalkboard.

Making his way around the corner, the tall boy opened the door to the photography club, stopping when he remembered the room was now empty. Student numbers declined with the new law and a few clubs were forced to close. It was unfortunate, he thought.

One final check and he came to the library on the top floor, a room full of a few other third years beginning their studies… it was all he really did anymore, he found himself sighing.

Taking his usual seat, Takeshi opened up a book and set to work.

~

Another long day.

Takeshi could feel his eyes getting heavier as he walked down the street towards a public library after the school closed. Luckily for him, the nearest library was only down the street and stayed opened during exam periods.

Once more he took his seat, as if he hadn't sat down enough today.

The final class he had to study for today was history, the one he looked forward to the most.

Setting his notebook out carefully and laying his pens parallel to the spine.

He then went to grab his text book, but to no avail.

Digging through his bag carefully to be sure he really didn't miss it, Takeshi frowned in annoyance.

He had left his history book on his desk at home.

“Damn it.” He whispered to himself, setting his bag down and standing up… at least the library would have a copy.

~

“Yukkun, the library is boring, you said we could go to the pier!” A loud protest rang through the library, receiving a hurried hush from another voice.

“Shh, Yacchan, don't yell in the library.” Nao hurriedly covered his friend’s mouth, retracting it just as fast when she licked his palm.

“Gross. I just need to find a book and then we can go.” He instructed, pointing down an aisle of books. “Go look at the manga or something.” He shooed her away and she quickly obliged, skipping off in the direction he pointed. With her gone, he glanced around quickly

“Koro-Nii said he had orange hair and glasses… it shouldn't be too hard…” He began the walk through the aisles, pretending to look for a book—that's when he spotted the taller boy.

Geez, he was a tower…

“History.” He whispered to himself walking back to the clueless girl he sent off. Once finding her, he grabbed her hand.

“Aww! Yukkun is grabbing my hand, so romantic.” She beamed, letting him drag her away from the books she was barely looking at.

“I just need to grab one last thing, then we can go.”

“Kay~” Ikumi nodded and he turned down the history section.

Almost instantly she froze and dropped Naos hand, her eyes fixing on the tired boy who was still scanning through the books.

“Mushi-Nii?” She spoke up, dragging his attention away from his task and towards the girl staring at him wide-eyed.

It took a second… he blinked once, then twice, but he didn't have any doubt in his mind, nor did she. As a result, she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around him “Takemushi! It’s really you!”

“Ikun...” A smile tugged on his infamously stoic expression, he put his hands on her back and suddenly he didn’t feel so drained.

Nao spoke up with a sly grin, as if he didn’t plan any of this at all

“Oh? Is he a friend, Yacchan?”

~

“A team…” Takeshi thought out loud, sitting out the front of the library with the two younger teens, studying the piece of melon bread the white haired girl gifted him upon finding out he hadn’t eaten for the last few hours.

Reservation sat in his voice, the plan Nao had described seemed odd… complex…

“You should do it!” Ikumi spoke up, a mouth full of the other half of the melon bread. She swallowed quickly. “If we do it right, you’ll totally be a part of history!”

Nao nodded at the statement. “If we are successful, then yeah.... But we can’t be successful with just the four of us.”

Takeshi looked up, it was dark now, but the lights in Yokohama hid away all the stars.

He thought about the school, his clubs, the students he lost from the dumb new law… it was risky, but no great war was ever won without danger or… casualties.

“If it can fit around my school work...” He nodded slowly, pushing his glasses up. “I will fight for your cause.”

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Obesity Hypnosis in Scottsdale

### What is Obesity Hypnosis? | How Does It Work?

Obesity is a significant health challenge for many people, especially those who work long hours in transportation. The demands of trucking or other transport jobs often lead to unhealthy eating habits and limited exercise. This makes it hard to manage weight. Obesity hypnosis offers a solution that helps people make lasting changes in how they think about food and exercise.

Hypnosis for obesity works by tapping into the subconscious mind. It helps to:

- Break unhealthy eating patterns.

- Encourage a positive mindset toward exercise and physical activity.

- Reduce emotional eating caused by stress or boredom.

Unlike traditional weight loss methods, hypnosis doesn’t rely on willpower alone. Instead, it addresses the mental triggers that lead to overeating.

### Why Transportation Workers Struggle with Weight | Unique Challenges of the Industry

For truck drivers and transportation professionals, maintaining a healthy weight can be a real challenge. Here’s why:

- **Sedentary lifestyle**: Long hours behind the wheel mean limited physical activity.

- **Limited food options**: Many drivers depend on fast food or gas station snacks, which are often unhealthy.

- **Anxiety**: Targets, traffic, and long periods of loneliness can cause emotional eating.

- **Irregular schedules**: With no set mealtime, drivers often eat whenever they can, leading to overeating or skipping meals altogether.

Hypnosis can help by resetting your mind to make better food choices, even in tough situations. It’s about building new habits that fit into your hectic lifestyle.

### Benefits of Obesity Hypnosis | How It Can Help You

Obesity hypnosis provides more than just weight loss—it offers a mental shift. Some benefits include:

- **Increased self-control**: You’ll feel more in charge of your cravings and impulses. - **Stress reduction**: Hypnosis helps manage stress, which is a common trigger for overeating. - **Better food choices**: Your subconscious can learn to crave healthier foods and feel less drawn to junk food. - **Improved mental focus**: As hypnosis helps reduce stress, you can stay more focused on your job and drive safer. For transportation workers, these benefits are especially valuable. Hypnosis not only supports weight loss but also promotes a clearer and more alert mind, which is essential when spending hours on the road.

### How Obesity Hypnosis in Scottsdale is Different | Tailored to Your Needs In Scottsdale, practitioners specializing in obesity hypnosis understand the unique needs of transportation workers. Hypnotherapists take into account your lifestyle, stress levels, and the challenges you face daily.

Here’s how obesity hypnosis in Scottsdale stands out:

- **Customized sessions**: The hypnosis is designed around your personal triggers—whether it’s stress, boredom, or convenience foods. - **Flexible options**: Sessions can be done in person or online, making it easier for those with unpredictable schedules. - **Proven techniques**: Scottsdale hypnotherapists use evidence-based methods that have helped countless people lose weight and keep it off. ### What to Expect During a Hypnosis Session | Step-by-Step Process

If you’ve never experienced hypnosis before, you might wonder what a session is like. Here’s a quick breakdown:

1. **Initial consultation**: Your hypnotherapist will talk to you about your weight loss goals and any challenges you face. 2. **Relaxation**: You’ll be guided into a deeply relaxed state. This is essential for accessing the subconscious mind. 3. **Suggestion phase**: During this phase, the therapist will introduce positive suggestions that target your eating habits, cravings, and motivation for exercise. 4. **Return to awareness**: After the suggestions are planted, you’ll be gently brought out of the hypnotic state. Most people feel calm and refreshed. It’s important to remember that hypnosis doesn’t make you lose control. You remain aware of what’s happening and can’t be made to do anything against your will.

### Long-Term Success with Hypnosis | Making Lasting Changes Obesity hypnosis isn’t a quick fix—it’s a tool for lasting change. For transportation professionals, this can be particularly valuable. The key is consistency and a willingness to embrace the process.

Here’s how to ensure long-term success:

- **Commit to multiple sessions**: One session may not be enough. Hypnotherapy works best when reinforced over time. - **Practice self-hypnosis**: Many therapists will teach you how to practice self-hypnosis. This helps keep your new habits strong even between sessions. - **Pair with healthy habits**: Hypnosis is more effective when combined with healthy eating and exercise, even if it’s just light stretching during breaks. By reinforcing positive behaviors, hypnosis helps make healthier living second nature. For truck drivers and transportation workers, this means breaking the cycle of stress eating and unhealthy habits for good.

### Is Obesity Hypnosis Right for You? | How to Get Started If you’re a transportation worker struggling with weight, obesity hypnosis could be the answer you’ve been looking for. 

Here You will come to know if it is right for you.:

- **You’ve tried other methods without success**: If diets or exercise plans haven’t worked, hypnosis offers a new approach. - **You want a solution that fits your lifestyle**: Hypnosis can help you create habits that work with your schedule, not against it. - **You’re ready to change**: Hypnosis works best when you’re open to change and willing to follow through. To get started, look for a qualified hypnotherapist in Scottsdale who specializes in weight loss. Book a consultation to discuss your goals and how hypnosis can help you reach them. Finally Take the Major Step towards Your Health Obesity hypnosis in Scottsdale offers a fresh approach to weight loss, especially for transportation professionals who face unique challenges. It’s more than just a quick fix; it’s a mental reset that helps you develop lasting habits. Whether you’re battling cravings, stress, or a lack of time, hypnosis can help you overcome these obstacles and achieve your goals. It is the time to take control of your health now. With the help of hypnosis, you can make sustainable changes that fit into your life on the road. Ready to give it a try? Take the first step today and explore obesity hypnosis in Scottsdale. You Can call at 480-652-6698 or visit personally 7202 E Carefree Dr Box 2800, Carefree, AZ 85377, United States or drop email at info@uniquelynorthern.com.

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