#fool you shouldn't stare into these eyes of fire you're going to regret this little fight you don't wanna mess with me i'm something higher

[strqyr]

"everyone has a choice. the branwens chose to accept their powers and the responsibilities that came with them. and later, one of them chose to abandon her duties in favor of her own self-interest. now, all of you have a choice. if anyone wishes to leave, now is the time. there's no shame or disgrace in abstaining, only in retreat."

"she was determined, at first, when she inherited her powers, but the weight of responsibility proved to be too much for the child. she... ran. abandoned her training, everyone. that was over a decade ago. there's no telling where she could be now."

"oh, shut up! you don't know the first thing about strength! you turn your back on people, you run away when things get too hard, you put others in harm's way instead of yourself! you might be powerful, but that doesn't make you strong."

spring was scared when they found her. weak. but, she was also determined, at first, when she inherited her powers. the former, if we are to take the 'we' as the inner circle and not the tribe, sounds like she inherited her powers randomly, without the inner circle's influence whatsoever. the latter, however, makes it sound like the transfer was planned and she was prepared to inherit the powers, similar to pyrrha or winter. of course, it's plausible that she inherited the powers randomly, was scared bc holy shit, what is happening, but once she was found and explained what's going on, became determined... until she wasn't.

and no matter what training raven put her through, she wouldn't learn. wasn't "cut out for this world." it was "mercy."

she was weak. the weak die, the strong live, those are the rules. raven (and qrow) were sent to beacon to learn how to kill huntsmen; some people are just in it for the money and the fame, but there's even more that are just looking to grow stronger ("you turned yourself into a monster just for power." "look who's talking.") raven trained spring, the one who wasn't cut out for this world. weak. gretchen wasn't ready, according to hazel, and she died during a training mission.

the weak die, the strong live. weak, trained by raven, died during a training mission.

scared vs determined. spring inherited the powers, but the responsibilities were too much, and she ran, abandoning her training, her responsibilities, and everyone else; the branwens chose to accept their powers and the responsibilities that came with them. raven chose to abandon her duties, the responsibilities, and everyone else.

"the last spring maiden must've trusted you a great deal before she died. i bet that was a mistake."

"hm, that's not a secret i thought she would give up so easily. your mother must trust you a great deal."

"still, who knows what [ozpin] may have hidden from us over the years."

shapeshifting is a secret ozpin didn't think raven would give up so easily, but is it really shapeshifting he's thinking about, or something else? the spring maiden must trust you a great deal. who knows what ozpin is still hiding, what secrets he's keeping... oh, btw, he's the only one to say gretchen died during a training mission, but he never says how.

"nice story. but if gretchen's death taught me one thing, it was never to trust you."

and for some reason, oscar's standing like this at haven whenever everyone's focus is on raven (until ruby makes her speech):

...it would be very helpful to know how old hazel, and thus gretchen, was and when exactly did ozpin entrust team strq with his secret—did he wait until they graduated? where they still students?—because that would clear things up A LOT with the timeline.

bc at the moment, i'm fairly certain gretchen used to be the spring maiden... it's just the matter of when and how she died that's up in the air for me.

[l3m0ngal5]

Kate:Hello there my enemy

Welcome to my punching spree

This is where I lay waste and you go home bleeding

Didn't have to be this way

Should have stayed out of the fray

Now you're heading for a beating

Didn't mother warn you?

Now she's gonna mourn you

Being damaged's how you'll end this day

You're a big mess

'Cause I'm relentless

I gotta tell you I'm on fire today

Crash and burn (crash and burn)

Some lessons are just hard to learn

Scathing eyes (scathing eyes)

That see things from only one side

Yet every misshapen spark

Suffers the judgment and pain

But just as light conquers dark

There's a beauty that's greater than pure symmetry can contain

So let's start the game!

Fool, you shouldn't stare into these eyes of fire

You're goin' to regret this little fight

You don't wanna mess with me

I'm something higher

Anguish you'll know for your miserable plight

Soon you'll bemoan your mistake of a life

You'll watch yourself suffer

You'll watch me ignite

Ana and Jake: Kate!

Kate:Usually, I devastate

This time, I'd annihilate

Any minute now, you're gonna rue our meeting

Messin' with my family

Means that soon, you're history

The moments of your life are fleeting

Looking pretty tattered

Your blood is really splattered

Won't be long until I end this game

You're looking toothless

I'm feeling ruthless

Watch me burn as you go down in flames

Ache and yearn (ache and yearn)

And wait for the pages to turn

Play both sides (play both sides)

The truth you could not recognize

As any remarkable heart

Has gone through the hardship and shame

That's born of standing apart

From the easily processed, the uniform army of same

And that's just so lame!

I dominate, desecrate, leave you in a foul state

Put you in the trash with that nonsense you perpetuate

Why'd you get me riled up? Don't you know I'm wild, bruh?

Bet you'll understand when I'm pissing on your ashes, son

Told you I'm torturous when you feel the force of this blast

You'll crash like a cardiac explosion, bitch

Bloody body, broken nose, screw it it's a bloodbath

Try to get away but there's no escaping Alcatraz

Look what you made me do, told you I would slaughter you

Fools you lose, blood cold, ice water dude

Reach into my bag of tricks, hit you with the baddest licks ever

You'll never contend, I win

Bringing out the beast in me, challenging my decency

Now I gotta ask; do you really want a piece of me?

Hope you're ready for the pain, suffer when I hit your brain

Erase your essence from Earth, no need to explain

Fool, you shouldn't stare into these eyes of fire

You're goin' to regret this little fight

You don't wanna mess with me

I'm something higher

Anguish you'll know for your miserable plight

Soon you'll bemoan your mistake of a life

You'll watch yourself suffer

You'll watch me ignite

This is beautiful Kate

[livio-doublefang]

✟ ― Even now you're chasing after me.

He doesn't even flinch when the double barrels were cocked and aimed at his face. There was bitterness in the smirk that tugged at Wolfwood's lips. Bitterness and perhaps, also regret. The grown man that stood before him now ― threatening to shoot and blast his brains out with those empty soulless eyes, was a living embodiment of Wolfwood's regret.

Seeing him up close like this in the flesh was still akin to seeing a ghost. A reanimated corpse. He'll never get used to it. Was there even an ounce of the child he once knew in there?

What the hell have they done to you. . . Livio?

Maybe he shouldn't have left the orphanage all those years ago. Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to be a Child of Blessing. (not that he had a choice) Then Livio wouldn't have gone out to chase after him. Wolfwood could not have been able to protect his little brother from the horrors of extreme indoctrination he must've been subject to, designed to strip them of their humanity.

He couldn't protect him then, he sure as hell can't save him now. Not when he's to far-gone. Was this God's twisted way of sowing for his penance? Well he sure has a funny way of forcing it.

" Plan's changed, pal. Can't let you do what your 'master' wants. " Wolfwood makes the first move. Ducking low out of the double-fang's range so he could football tackle Livio by the stomach to render him to the ground.

" You wanna get to him, then you're gunna have to go through me. "

The fool before him was a goddamn coward. Why did he not look his own creation in the eye? Hiding behind those glasses...why didn't he just shoot him. Always so much pain in his voice but never man enough to act upon it. Won't do what he was suppose to do...

Like stay with him. Not leave him....

Fine.

It was time to end this pitiful game they played. He would bring back that blonde man to his master and then finally...they'd be free. Just one more job. One more death. He'd finally catch up.

And with a twitch of his left eye, the two brothers were snapping into action without missing a beat. The moment Nicho moved, Double Fang fired, shooting out bullets at a quick velocity only to miss by a hair when the Punisher ducked out of the way.

With a startled yelp, he was tackled hard, slamming harshly into the back of the deck with enough force to crack not only the wood but pop a rib which of course quickly regenerated. The younger struggled under the stronger form, spittinig venous threats as he did.

"Why are you so-hrk...Why are you so hellbent on saving him!" The dead glare staring up at the Punisher was cold and loss to light, but the anger behind those shaded topaz eyes was real. With words of bitter sadness lingering in his mind.

'Why save him?....And not me, big brother? Was I truly unworthy? Am I...so useless to you Nicho?'

With a frustrated snarl, the silver assassins kicked out, slamming his knee hard into Wolfwood's gut.

"I'll take both of your heads then, Punisher."

[zarnzarn]

"Daki," Gyutaro says. Daki ignores him, scowling and continuing to struggle with her sashes- as soon as she gets the right fucking shade, she'll be done and can join him for the hunt, but she refuses to go looking like an absolute idiot.

"Daki," Gyutaro says again and Daki's temper snaps.

"What?" She whirls on him with a snarl, accidentally dropping her eye glamour in her irritation- her fury worsens as she realises she's going to have to sit and do it all over again. "What the fuck is so important that it can't wait five seconds, Gyutaro?"

He's unfazed by the teeth in his face as always, staring down at her silently until she recedes.

He holds out a bottle. "Here."

She grabs it from him with a squeal of delight, already appeased- Onii-chan only ever gets her the best and prettiest of things from wherever he goes. "Oooh, what is it? An ancient wine? Some new fancy skincare? Oh! A new lure for food."

"It's an elixir," Gyutaro says, thumping down next to her, looking amused. "Practically a legend- human fools think it doesn't exist at all."

Daki's eyes widen as she stares down at the bottle in her hand, maroon and turquoise and shining in the moonlight. "What does it do?"

"Supposed to make you beautiful," Gyutaro says lightly, and she smacks him.

"Am I not beautiful already?" She demands. "Are you calling me ugly?"

Ugly. The second the word slips out of her mouth, she flinches back, regretting it. Gyutaro looks away too, smile faltering and fading before it's hidden by his overgrown hair.

She- she hadn't meant it. She hadn't meant to say it, hadn't wanted to fling all the nasty, horrible things she remembered the citizens of Red Light using at him. Even while she'd being saying it, a part of her was screaming at herself to shut up, watching her brother's golden eyes fill with hurt, watching something in her brother sputter and die out as she lashed out.

Don't hold yourself so fucking low, she wanted to tell him, but the words were stuck in her throat. Don't you know I don't actually care about how you look? Don't you know you're the only thing in this world worth anything to me?

But those words were stuck down even further.

"You have it, then," Daki says instead, trying for blunt. "I'm already beautiful enough for any sane human to fall to their knees for me. But you could-" she looks over to him, voice faltering a bit. "You might like it," she says timidly, "Being pretty."

You might finally care about yourself; if only the slightest bit of how much I do, she thinks, but she can't say that at all.

Onii-chan snorts and her heart sinks- he's not going to have it.

"I'm not meant to be pretty, Daki," he says calmly, all warmth and fondness and love. "Go on, drink. It's good, I swear."

She opens her mouth to argue- she may have died at thirteen, but she's lived for hundreds, and she's not stupid. She heard her brother quietly offer that demon slayer their Upper Rank Six blood, for a fighting chance to keep his little sister safe.

Gyutaro raises an eyebrow and she sighs and swallows down the vial.

And immediately starts choking. She flies forward with the force of it, only not falling off the roof because strong hands close around her arms and pull her back.

But there's no panic in them, no urgency- and when she turns back, Daki's brother has no surprise on his face and she has one moment of pure fear.

"Onii-chan," she gasps out, even as Gyutaro picks her up easy as anything and takes off towards the forest. "What-"

"I shouldn't have taken you with me," Gyutaro says coldly and Daki's heart drops down to her numb feet, fire burning through her veins too painfully for her to respond. "Not when I made the deal, not every time after."

Daki screams into the night air, part pain, part terror at what she knows he's trying to do. They've known it ever since the first time they woke up in Limbo- him a demon and her human.

She never made a deal. She can still lose her demonhood.

Gyutaro laughs humorlessly, tears dripping onto Daki as she writhes uselessly in his grip. "I should never have been the one to raise you, either. Ugly, filthy thing like me- I shouldn't even have been allowed to touch you, let alone call you my sister."

She grapples for a hold on him even as he abruptly drops her to the forest floor. Daki pushes herself up on a trembling elbow, glaring up at her brother. He's wrong, he's fucking wrong.

"But you have a chance now," he murmurs, leaning down and rubbing a blackened fingernail and rough fingertips against her cheek, even as she screams, fangs falling out of her mouth. "You can go live, Ume. Go be who you were supposed to be, go find a handsome man to fall in love with you, go find a family who can support you the way a family should."

"You're my family!" Daki screams at him. "Onii-chan, you fucking promised! YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER LEAVE ME!"

"And I'm sorry, Ume, I didn't want to," Gyutaro whispers, knocking their foreheads together, uncaring of the poison spilling out of Daki's mouth onto his feet. "I really didn't. But it's better this way- now no one will hurt you ever again."

"YOU'RE HURTING ME RIGHT NOW," She screams, hysterical. She can feel her vision fading, her stature shrinking, the never-ending thirst for blood receding. "I'LL NEVER EVER EVER FORGIVE YOU IF YOU LEAVE ME, ONII-CHAN, NEVER!"

Gyutaro kisses the top of her head and gets to his feet. "Goodbye, Ume."

"I WON'T LET YOU WALK INTO HELL ALONE," She screams, clawing her hands into the ground and crawling forward towards him, even as her vision blurs out. "I'M NOT LETTING YOU GO, ONII-CHAN, YOU CANT LEAVE ME HERE!"

"Be happy," he says, ignoring her completely. "There's so much more to life than climbing up the ranks and pleasing some powerful asshole and spending all your time with your stupid older brother."

"I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!" Daki sobs, digging her fingers into his legs tight enough that she's dragged along when he takes a step forward. "I NEED YOU, ONII-CHAN, PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T GO WITHOUT ME!"

"I love you, Ume," Gyutaro says quietly. Gently, carefully, he pushes her back down and away, stepping out of reach and turning back to the darkness. "Be safe."

"ONII-CHAN!" Daki screeches into the night air- heartbroken, human, terrified, and losing her brother. "PLEASE! I LOVE YOU!"

But it's too late, too late, too late- she knows he's already gone and he hasn't heard her.

And for the first time in her entire life, Daki is completely and utterly alone.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

One Night...

This is part 2 to One Night 12 Days Ago...

WARNINGS: Fluff, 18+ readers, smut, oral (f-receiving), unprotected sex, breast play, breastfeeding kink? Daddy!Bucky, Papa!Bucky, self loathing, own body shame, body worship

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Bucky ignored the princess tiara that was sat on his head thanks to Morgan making him wear it (along with Sam and Steve), and focused on you and his little girl. Even though she was here and almost four months old, Bucky still couldn't believe she was actually real and all his and yours. She was perfect. You, we're perfect.

"Buck, you listening?" Steve nudged his friend.

Bucky blinked and tore his gaze away from you as you fed his daughter. "Hmm?"

"Course he ain't listening. Look at him, all lovesick puppy, drooling over his baby's mama." Sam teased before taking a swig of his beer.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh making both men laugh at him.

"Ignore him, Buck, he's just jealous." Steve smiled and put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "How is fatherhood treating you?"

Bucky's lips stretched out into a giant grin. "It's great."

He really loved being a dad. The past year had been a roller-coaster of emotions, but Bucky didn't regret his decision he made that day you told him.

"And how's the new house coming along? Y/N said you've been working hard." Steve smiled, although he was a little disheartened he hadn't had the time recently to help you and Bucky out.

"Almost finished." Bucky grinned, "Just got the master bedroom and guest room to redecorate and then that's the whole house."

"Then you've got the yard to start." Sam reminded.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah... Gonna need all the help I can get with that." He chuckled.

"I've got some time off coming up, Bucky. I'll come visit you guys and help out." Steve smiled proudly at his best friend.

"Me too." Sam offered, "Plus, we could always get Groot to help out." The three men burst out laughing together.

"... It's our one year anniversary tomorrow," Bucky smiled. "I'm gonna-"

A high pitched wail cut Bucky off and put him on high alert. "Oh, baby," You cooed softly as your little girl began crying. You stood up, rocking your daughter as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Are those nasty teeth bugging you again." You spoke softly, "Shall we get papa to help? Hmm?"

Bucky's heart broke, "Duty calls." Bucky quickly jogged over to where you were. "Papa's here, princess," Bucky scooped his little girl up, kissing her little cheek softly before letting her suckle softly on his left index finger.

Who would have thought the hand Bucky was so scared of for all those years, would be the only thing to bring his little girl comfort.

Steve and Sam watched from afar, shaking their heads as they drank their beer.

"Ugh, it's sickening, isn't it?" Sam smirked.

Steve nodded and smiled to himself as he watched Bucky calm your daughter down like a pro. "Disgusting really."

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Pepper was looking after your little girl, Bucky was downstairs cooking your anniversary meal whilst you were stood in front of your floor length mirror frowning.

All day you'd been excited for tonight, you'd even bought yourself a new dress. But then you put it on and began to doubt the decision because of the way you felt you looked. Bucky was a fool to be with you. Not that he had any choice. He'd be better off with someone different. God, you hated yourself.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up from your reflection and met Bucky's eyes in the mirror, surprised by his presence. "Oh, hormones-"

"Don't." Bucky sighed as he stepped into your shared bedroom. "I know when you're lying, Y/N." He frowned softly at you as he came up behind you. He rested his hands on your hips and rested his chin on your shoulder. "You look beautiful." He whispered.

"I don't have any make up on yet, Buck." You scoffed and stepped out of his hold.

Bucky frowned, "You don't need it."

You scoffed again. "Right. Cause bags under the eyes is such a sexy look. Not that you'd know," You muttered.

"You don't have bags, Y/N. And, you never answered my question."

"It doesn't matter." You whispered, sitting down on your side of the bed.

"It does. If something has upset you, tell me, I can fix it and make it better." He smiled softly at you.

You shook your head, "You can't fix me, so... Just forget it."

Bucky stared at you with his mouth gaped. "Fix you? What are you talking about? You don't need to be fixed."

"Yes I do." You looked up at him. "My body has changed, it's saged and stretched and... I'm not, like you. I'm getting old..."

"You're still beautiful, Y/N. And, you're body changed because it was growing our little girl. It changed for the better. And, you haven't saged..." Bucky smiled as he walked up to you. He reached down and pulled you up onto your feet. He pinched your chin and lifted your face to look at him. "You're still the same woman I fell in love with."

Before any words could pass your lips Bucky kissed you deeply. Your hands moved up his sides and up to his shoulders, hugging him closer to you as Bucky held your face close to his.

"Let me show you," Bucky whispered against your lips. "Like you showed me, when I would feel down..." Bucky kissed you softly. "Let me love you..." He trailed his lips across your jaw and down the side of your neck, smirking against your skin as you let out a breathy moans, "... Like you love me."

"Yes," You crashed your mouth against his in a heavy kiss, pulling at his shirt.

You worked together to undress one another, your lips and teeth leaving trails across each other's skin with soft praises.

Bucky let out a soft moan as he knelt back from you, his hands sliding up your thighs as he took in your naked body underneath him. "I've missed you, baby," He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to your right hip and then your left before pressing one to the stretch marks just to the side of your belly button. "Your so beautiful... Even more than before... My sexy... Mama," Bucky smirked, kissing everywhere he could.

You let out a small giggle, pushing on his forehead to get him to stop. "Bucky, I need you... Please."

Bucky smirked as he leaned over you, "Gotta let daddy have a taste first, baby."

You let out a low moan and nodded as you bit your bottom lip.

Bucky moved back down your bottom. Lightly flicking his tongue over your nipples as he fif, smirking as you mewled and gasped at the sensation. He trailed his lips down your body until he came to your thighs. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders brfitr he dived right in.

"Fuck!" You cried out as Bucky devoured your cunt.

Bucky wasn't lying when he said he'd missed you. Since you'd given birth to your baby girl had been born, you'd put a wall up around yourself. You hardly showed your beautiful body off any more. He missed being intimate with you, and not just because the sex was always great. He missed showering or bathing with you. He missed laying around naked in bed doing nothing, laughing and making jokes, or walking around in your underwear as you talked first thing on a morning. He missed massaging your sore feet or painting your toe nails for you because you couldn't bend down to do them. He even missed when you did his that one time. He missed just being close to you.

You whined pushing yourself up on your elbows when Bucky pulled back just before you came.

Bucky chuckled as he pushed himself up. "What? You thought I was gonna let you cum just like that?" He winked.

"Tease," You pouted.

Bucky crawled over you until he came eye to eye with you. "Like you don't tease me." He grinned down at you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"Please... Bucky," You breathed heavily as Bu KY trailed his lips down your throat.

Bucky smirked against you, "Think you're ready, baby? Shouldn't I open you up?"

"Just fuck me, Bucky," You moaned deeply as he lightly bit your shoulder. "Please."

Bucky crashed his his lips hard against yours as he slipped his cock through your slick pussy. You both moaned softly, hands holding each other closer.

You let out a long drawn out moan as Bucky slowly pushed the head of his cock inside your pussy.

"Fuck," You both moaned together.

You tightened your arms around Bucky's body, pulling him closer as he rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper. Your nails dug into Bucky's back, leaving behind half moon crests.

"Fuck," Bucky panted, "Baby, you feel so good," He ran his nose along the length of your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as Bucky lightly bit your neck and lathered his tongue over the marks. You let out a soft gasp as you felt something wet smudge against Bucky's chest. "Buck, I'm-"

"Shit," Bucky pulled back and looked down to your chest. White droplets pebbled from your nipples. "Oh, baby," He whispered before he bent down and began to softly lick at your left nipple, moaning at the sweet taste of your milk. "... So... Good,"

You muttered and whimpered, wrapping your legs around Bucky's waist as he drove his hips harder into you. "Yes! Oh," Your eyes screwed shut as tingles ran across your skin. "Oh god, yes... Yes!" Your body spasmed as your toes curled and your orgasm ran through your body.

Bucky's stilled as he followed, breathing heavily against your neck and he squeezed your body against his. "Fuck," He kissed your shoulder softly and repeatedly. Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you as not to hurt your sensitive body and rolled over onto his side. "I-"

The scent of something burning hit your nostrils. "Did you leave the oven-" Before you could finish the sound of the fire alarm cut you off.

"Oh, fuck!" Bucky quickly jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing his pants as he ran out the door.

You let out an amused giggle, slowly and carefully getting out of bed. You'd missed your body feeling this way. You missed being with Bucky.

"What the?" Your toes touched something as your feet touched the floor. You frowned softly at the small box on the floor.

Bucky huffed angrily as he slammed the burnt chicken down on the side. Everything was going perfect. "Damn it!"

"Bucky,"

"I'm sorry, baby, I fucked up." He sighed deeply and leaned against the counter so his back was to you. "What shall we do? Take out? Or, make a sandwich?" He huffed out a laugh before letting out a frustrated sigh.

You sighed softly, "Buck," You whispered, slowly walking around the counter until you came up behind him. "You didn't fuck up," You gently trailed your hands around Bucky's waist and over his toned stomach. "You got carried away." You giggled, pressing your lips against Bucky's naked back.

Bucky sighed. "M'sorry, doll, I wanted it to be special." He reached up with his flesh hand and took yours as they settled on his pecks.

You smiled against his back. "It is." You tapped your left hand against his chest. "See? I love you too, Bucky."

Bucky frowned and looked down. His eyes widened as he they landed on your ring finger. "God damn it," He groaned and took your left hand in his metal fingers. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. "We've still got dessert..."

[rogue-durin-16]

AN UNUSUAL YEAR (Part V/V)

Summary: After having little to no interest on girls for five years, Fred suddenly feels the need to nag the shit out of a certain witch, completely oblivious to the reason behind it.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: fluff (+ enemies to lovers)

Tags:

An unusual year: @natural-hearts @manuosorioh @lumos-solemn @westyywifee @whiskeyn-rain @warlock--protection @gossip-girl-ecr @fandomscombine @birdy944 @28cnn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: a little angst, a little snogging 👀

A/N: maybe a bit longer than I expected but it's alright. Also I might write an addition to this story, not sure tho. I hope y'all enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it <3

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"Y/n! Come sit with us?" George waved at me from the Gryffindor table as I entered the Great Hall, prompting me to sit across him and Angelina, and besides Fred. "Where's Mathilda?" He asked as I got closer, leaving my books on the wooden surface.

"She's feeling unwell." As I sat down, I noticed George's arm around Angelina and I couldn't help the knowing grin that tugged the corner of my lips. "The date exchange at the Ball turned out well, huh?"

"I could say the same about you." He wiggled his brows at me with the same grin I had.

I felt a sudden rush of panic going through my body. My eyes traveled to the boy by my side, who was oddly quiet, and I found him already peeking at me.

"Meaning?" I decided to play dumb, taking a bite of my golden slice of toast whilst ignoring the intending gazes of the couple in front of me.

"You two were having a great time last night." Angelina jumped in, leaning over her table. "Didn't see you coming back, Fred." She added, redirecting her eyes to the ginger.

"I did." His brother laughed. "I daresay you two had an intense night." I felt my cheeks reddening, not finding enough strength to meet George's look. "It was about time, really."

I was startled by Fred abruptly standing up. "See you in class." The curt reply he offered before fleeing shocked all of us; specially his brother, who, with a polite apology, left me and Angelina to go after his twin.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask." She spoke quietly.

"I don't have an answer."

I feared she would see through me. I hadn't lied, but my gut told me whatever happened had to do with the change of demeanor he had at the end of our night out.

I wouldn't say it out loud but a part of me began to worry.

The worry stayed throughout that entire week, guilt joining it at some point. Fred's attendance in Charms, Astronomy and Potions had decreased; I had only see him attend once to Astronomy. The only thing he did was play with his quill and, whenever he thought I didn't notice, stare at me.

Ironically enough, we started spending most of the time together; after the winter break, George had incorporated both Mathilda and me to their friend group, which, in different circumstances, would have been great.

Alicia Spinnet gained special interest on my best friend; Lee Jordan would joke about Slytherins and Gryffindors getting together, and Angelina— well, she seemed happier now that she could hang out with all her friends at the same time.

Fred was miserable. Everyone could see it, yet they did their best to cover it up.

George would overcompensate his brother's attitude by being louder and paying extra attention to me, but it worsened the situation.

I wanted to ask Fred what was wrong, but then again we weren't even good friends, so was it really my place to ask?

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George had proposed a trip to Hogsmade a couple of days ago and we all agreed on going, but the day came and Fred wasn't there.

His brother alleged he had a terrible headache and had chosen to stay in bed. We all saw through his excuse, and once more no one said a word.

It was that night that George came to look for me.

"—well then, go get her!" His shouts got into the common room when a second year entered..

"What's this about?" I inquired, coming out to the hallway to see the ginger about to throw hands at my prefect.

"I need you." He stated, quickly losing interest on whatever the prefect had to say. I only nodded and motioned him to move with me far from the Slytherin door. "You have to speak to Fred now." He almost pleaded, a frown of worry forming on his face.

"Sure— wait, now?" I stared at him in confusion.

"Sorry, I know it's late" his apology didn't mean he would ask me to do it in the morning instead.

I let out a sigh before inquiring, "Where's he?"

"The Astronomy tower, I believe." He replied.

"Alright," I said more to myself. "I'll go grab my jacket." He murmured another apology and a thank you before heading off to his House.

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I came to a halt at the top of the stairs when I saw him sat against the wall, his knees pulled to his chest with his arms around them, and his face buried between them."Hey there, stranger."

He raised his head, letting his eyes and nose be seen."Who gave me away?"

"George."

"Tosser" he muttered, taking his gaze to the levitating bundle of newspaper on fire that was probably keeping him somewhat warm up there.

"Is it that bad to see me now?" I took a couple of careful steps towards the boy.

"It's always that bad to see you."

"Odd for you to say that," I let myself slide down the wall to sit by his side with my legs stretched out. "given how much you stare."

"Touché." He replied, the ghost of a smile breaking through his depressed demeanor. "What are you doing here?"

"What's wrong?"

"I asked first."

"I asked second." He raised his brows at me and it was my turn to avert my eyes from him. "I'm... Worried. About you."

When I shivered due to the wind flowing through the tower, he scooted closer and moved the little fire with his wand for it to be in the middle.

"You're all dejected and sulky," I explained. "You barely attend to our classes together, and if you do, you don't pay attention." I felt him shift uncomfortable by my side. "I'm... I'm gonna regret this— I miss you being a bloody nuisance."

"I knew you loved it." His teasing, though it was meant to be funny, sounded almost painful.

"now, what's wrong?" He shrugged, his chin resting over his forearms. "Listen, if you're not gonna tell me, it's fine, but at least tell George."

"Are you thick?" The bitterness in his tone took me aback. "Y/n, I fancy you." He hid his face between his arms. "quite a lot, actually." He added in a mumble.

"I figured that at the ball, you know?" This time it was me who scooted closer. "Tell me that's not the reason behind this."

"Would you like me to lie?" He questioned, shame slipping out with his voice. "I'm a very good liar you wouldn't even question it." He took a deep breath before looking back up, stretching one of his legs and leaning against the wall. "At the ball, I tried to start something." He began, fidgeting with his hands. "I... This never happened to me, so I wasn't- I didn't know what I was doing, but I thought I was making it clear." He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "But when I left you—"

"You know I fancy you too, right?" I tilted my head, searching for his eyes. "As in, more than a one time thing."

"That I didn't know." I felt a pang of guilt, realizing that unconsciously I had played a big part on this.

FRED'S P. O. V.

We stayed in silence.

It wasn't an unsettling silence, but the air weighed over us due to the tension floating on it; I needed to defuse it, otherwise it would crush me.

My heart hammered against my chest while I extended my arm to hold her hand on mine.

It's not meant to be nerve-wracking, I thought to myself as I pulled her hand away from her lap; we had already made clear we fancied each other.

The moment she put her head on my shoulder, the tension completely dissipated. I didn't notice the sigh that left my lungs when it happened.

"Didn't put you, Fred Weasley, in the I'm-a-bundle-of-nerves-with-girls category."

"Oh, shut it." I threw my head back, laughing for the first time in a couple of weeks.

"Never." She gave my hand a squeeze and I allowed my cheek to rest over her crown. "You could, of course, find a way to shut me up."

It wasn't her words that cracked me up, but the suggestive tone she used, which took me back to that night in the Duelling Room when I accidentally let slip my feelings for her for the first time.

I raised my head from hers. "Beg your pardon?" I played the fool, trying to hide the ghost of a smile when she shoot me a wide-eyed look. "What are you insinuating, woman?"

"Do you really wanna start the teasing now?" She gave me a warning glare.

"You've just said you missed it." I couldn't hold back the chuckle.

"I knew I was gonna regret it." She groaned, throwing her head back. My eyes, finally on her, traveled to her now exposed neck and collarbone. Though they weren't visible, I could see the trail of kisses I had left there just a few weeks ago. "Stop staring and kiss me."

It didn't take anything else for me to throw the levitating burning paper away and tug her closer by her hand.

The moment our mouths met, I slipped my hand away from Y/n's so I could led her thighs to straddle my legs.

A quiet moan escaped my lips when she rolled her hips against mines; my hands automatically traveled up from her thighs to her waist, pulling her flush against me.

The temperature in the high, cold tower had shot up all from sudden. Just as we were about to start discarding clothes, quick steps were heard climbing up the stairs.

"Fuck!" She whisper-shouted, practically pushing me away as she got up. "Move, move, move!" As she helped me up and we ran to hide, it dawned on me that we were way past curfew. That got me moving.

We waited for Filch to get to the top of the tower before running down as fast as we could.

"No time for goodbyes!" she warned as we rushed through the vast hallways with Filch after us. "See you tomorrow—"

Before she could sprint downstairs to the dungeons, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a side hall.

"You won't make it to the dungeons." I stated between pants, glancing at the path we had taken. I wasn't able to see the caretaker yet, but his pants could be heard. "Take the other stairs I'll distract him."

"You'll get grounded." She observed, her breathing as heavy as mine, if not more.

"Worth it." I curtly reply, feeling the corners of my lips twisting up.

"You know?" She pushed herself off the wall she had leaned against to catch her breath. "Sometimes you're really sweet."

"Quick!" I tugged on her hand, seeing Filch finally turn the corner. "Gimme a good luck kiss!"

She pulled me down and kissed my lips briefly before taking off in the other direction. I had to tell myself to shake off that stupid smile and run.

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READER'S P. O. V.

The next morning I eagerly made my way to the Great Hall with two goals; having breakfast, of course, and checking if Fred had made it to his House without getting caught.

I soon spotted the group, this time sitting on the Slytherin table.

Soon his eyes found me too, and without saying a word to anyone, he got up and jogged to meet me halfway.

"Did you make it?" I asked, standing way too close to him and therefore attracting some nosey looks.

"By a whisker." He responded, taking a look around before looking back at me. "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a drink after class." I raised my eyebrows at him with a smirk. "We can use a passage to get to Hogsmade."

"Are you asking me on a proper date, Weasley?" I teased with my hands on my hips. "How cute."

He avoided eye contact, deciding to take another look around instead. "I swear if you tease me right now—"

"I'm free after four." I cut him off. "Now if you excuse me, I'm hungry." I passed him by, playfully bumping his shoulder, and made my way to our friends.

I didn't get far before his hands spun me around and cupped my cheeks, giving me a surprisingly deep kiss. "Are you gonna kill me?" He murmured, his lips still ghosting over mines.

"Oh, you know me so well." I replied, feeling my face heating up. We couldn't help but laugh when whistles and hollers came from behind me. "I might kill them too." I added, making fall into a fit of laughter as we pulled away in order to walk to where our friends sat. "I wanna have breakfast in peace." I warned them, sitting down with Fred by my side.

Everyone was giving looks at each other and trying to hold back the giggles, so I knew a comment was coming, but not from whom.

I could instantly tell I wasn't the only one shocked by the speaker. "But you just had him for breakfast." My best friend responded, faking confusion.

"I was just thinking about that!" Lee yelled, a bit too excited.

"Mathilda Foxglove—" I began, everyone cracking up.

"You are doomed." Fred finished, shoving a toast into his mouth to stop his laughter.

"It was worth it." She stated between giggles.

Fred gave me a side look with a half smile and I thanked Merlin no one could see the boy's fingers interlaced with mines under the table.

[capri-ramblings]

Hey,hey,hey. *Drops this post from my pocket and stumbles down stairs*

[ R a p t u r e d ]

A Twisted Wonderland Yandere Short Fic.

Summary: Your brother, obsessed with making a name for himself as a huntsman slaughters the beast in the Nostorne Forest, an olden land rumoured to be where the Faefolk reside with their Mother Goddess Gaia and her seven sons. But the rumours are true, and the price for having a fool brother is a heavy one.

Chapter One: Rage

"When was the last time you had the sun on you?" Idia asked this with a gentle smile curling on his lips. His blue flamed eyes glistening with a fondness too endearing to be let off as friendly.

The cuffs on your hand bit into your skin. Bruised and calloused, you balled your hands into fists yet your lips didn't part open for any of your anger to manifest into words.

Idia frowned. Guilt lingering on his features. The tower you were in was dark with nothing but a single window and a door only magic could make visible. In Idia's mind your refusal to speak to him was from a lack of comfort. Of course,anyone would be as frustrated as you were.

Perhaps,he could help with that.

His hand went up to unlatch the lock on the window and as he pushed the wooden frames back, a simmering sunlight entered the room through streaks of warmness you haven't felt in months. In your dreary state, you almost wanted to swoon from it, but then you caught the smile in Idia's eyes and your anger flared once more. You clenched your jaw and turn away from the window.

Idia's frown returned and this time with a painful jab to his heart.

"What are you doing?" Came another familiar voice you dreaded to hear, and it was from Riddle who had just materialised in front of you, his usual condescending gaze glowering at your cuffed form.

Idia furrowed his brows.

"The sun was out, I thought it'll be good for them."

Riddle scoffed,his high and mighty stance crushing your pride as he strode pass you and towards the window, where he glanced out briefly before slamming it shut. The moment darkness engulfed you once more, the regret of not facing the heat of the morning came to slap you in the face, and your shoulders slumped.

Idia looked to Riddle disapprovingly, but said nothing. Though he did glanced at you with pity. He knew you liked the sun even when you acted like you didn't, and being one of your captors, you weren't sure whether to be disgusted or grateful for his efforts to understand you.

"They're not a plant" Riddle drawled, "And with that scornful look in their eyes, you shouldn't be treating them to something so pleasant,brother."

"Humans need their sun" Idia argued "They'll get sick if you keep them locked up like this"

Riddle cocked one brow, his glowering glare seeping into your very bones when he stared down at you. When he began taking strides towards you,the sound of his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards made you flinch. For such a petite looking male, he walked with a confidence of a king marching with his army.

"Look at them,Idia" He said, softly, as if attempting to coerce his brother onto his side. "Just us standing nearby makes them sick."

When Riddle turned to face him,Idia wore a painful look on his face as if he was pleading for the words to not escape Riddle.

The red haired turned back to you, leaning down to push back the bangs obscuring your eyes from meeting his. The gentle scent of floral emitting from him matched well with the softness of his delicate fingers running through your hair, and yet both greatly contrasted the bitter grey in his gaze.

"You're fortunate I dislike seeing my brother displeased,human." He cooed, mockingly. "I'd have you collared and hung otherwise."

Riddle pulled away swiftly when the flames on Idia's hair flickered lightly, a sign of annoyance.

Mean while, you tried swallowing the immense fear in your throat to make way for the words you've wanted to pour out ever since you were captured. Alas, it seemed as if someone had sewn your own will too tightly.

"You're going too soft on it" Riddle said after going to Idia's side,the slight aggression in his voice earning a scowl from blue haired male.

"Them. Not it. And if you keep treating them like that they'll refuse to eat"

"If it's not eating, it's barely my fault."

"They'll die,Riddle. And I thought we were supposed to keep them well and alive until their brother gets back with his homage."

"Alive." Riddle said firmly, "The well part is only because you like them."

The accusation brought colour to his cheeks and Idia found his tongue betraying him when it refused to utter proper words. Riddle looked to the hunched over form of the unfortunate human they were responsible for looking after and sighed. Bringing up his index finger to rub the side of his temple.

"It's decaying. How could you even stand near it? Let alone find it pleasing to watch over?"

"You don't know." Idia said simply, and though he was frowning, Riddle caught the nostalgic look in his eyes.

Years together, and Riddle still couldn't really figure his brother out. He was closer to Idia than he was with the rest of his brothers,but the way Idia held certain things with such sentiment gave Riddle a headache. To think someone of nobility like his brother would go soft for something as meager as a human...He was going to have tea after this, that would clear his head.

But that was later. Now, he needed to make sure, as Idia had stated multiple times, that their human wouldn't die.

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The cold water that splashed ontop of your head and trailed down the rest of your body made you shiver and flinch as the wounds on your wrist hissed at the sudden exposure.

The small, encircling, faeries dusted in the pale colour of blue giggled at your reaction, never once stopping to ask you if the water bothered you. Water Fairies... You've only ever heard of them in stories your mother told you before you slept, but now for the past two months, they were the ones keeping your body clean.

Your gaze dropped to your bare feet soaked in the wooden basin you bathed in, and the memories of when you were free brought tears to your eyes. Before you actually realized it, you were crying. Tears uncontrollably slipping through your eyes like rain dripping in-between the creaks of a broken roof. Your body trembled and despite the soreness of your limbs, you hunched over to hug your knees. The water Fairies, continued their job, carelessly oblivious to your sorrows.

You didn't even noticed Idia entering the room until his panicked voice broke through the silence and a pair of his hands gripped your shoulders.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" He sounded worried, hasty even. The water Fairies giggled, splashing the water from your bath playfully as if to greet the young male but when he lifted his gaze towards them, the gold in his eyes flared like fire and within seconds you heard the small cries of pain elicited by the water Fairies before, one by one, Idia's fire engulfed them all.

"They're gone now" He said, cupping your tear stained face clumsily in his hands. "They won't hurt you again. I swear."

He wasn't expecting a 'Thank you' or a grateful smile or even your body welcoming him in an embrace, even if he did craved those things from you, but Idia also didn't expect for your hands to push him away so vigorously. As if by his touch alone he had made you feel disgusted.

His gaze was wide when it met yours,a tinge of hurt lingering in them but when Riddle entered the room then, it vanished and Idia looked away from you.

"What happened here? Why are you on the floor—" Riddle let common sense piece up the scenes together and when it did, the annoyance In his demeanor shifted to anger.

"Get up,Idia. You'll need a change of clothes,Azul is already downstairs,have him help you."

Idia got up without a word and when the door vanished the moment he went through it, dread settled into the room like a plague.

"I don't know how many times I've said it" Riddle started,looming over your bared body still sitting in the basin.

"But you should consider yourself lucky I'm neither Leona or Azul. They would've given you nothing to wear and tossed you out naked."

You didn't dare meet his gaze then but Riddle made you to by placing his thumb underneath your chin and slowly lifting it up.

"I wanted you dead,you know. After all, what your foolish brother did was unforgivable. Mindlessly slaughtering the creature our mother raised on her own as the family's protector..." He jerked your chin back with a flick, his every action a sting of aggression. "I've always felt my own brothers were a handful" Riddle looked you right in the eyes then before he laughed, "But now that I've seen yours,I'm grateful. Very unfortunate for you though"

"Why are keeping me like this?" The words came in a whisper but Riddle caught it and he arched both his brows as if he was impressed you could actually talk.

"You're not an idiot" He said "You heard me perfectly well."

"Yes,I heard you...but why? I don't understand." Slowly, your eyes began to burn with an ignition of life, and for once, Riddle did find it pleasing to look at you.

"What difference does it make if you did? The situation here is very clear. Your brother,an arrogant hunter, thought he'd be doing the world a favour by intruding into my family's ancient lands and arousing the beast that protects it,killing it in the end. I'll admit,it's no small feat, and he does have an ounce of talent in his veins but he's done wrong by us," Riddle's voice shifted into a drawl, gaze darkening, "And perhaps he should've think twice before angering us Faefolk."

"But why am I the captive?" You were almost screaming, your throat coarse and dry it hurt to even utter the words, but it was unfair. Why was it you had to pay for the fault of a man you weren't even related to by blood. With the little energy you had left, you stood on your trembling legs, not caring that your naked body was in full display to the red haired who all but stared at you in bewilderment.

"I'm not to blame. I take no responsibility for the death of your creature. If it's vengeance you want then maybe giving me a sword would suit better."

Riddle's rage glimmered in his eyes.

"You're challenging me?"

"No." You said. "I'm offering to give you the head of the man who dishonoured your family, Fae."

[ouuuuki]

Stormbringer ((Page 41 - 60))

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Of course, I asked him to browse the government's military materials. Of course, the materials related to the research were kept confidential and were disposed of immediately after the war, but it turned out that a unit of the army was seeking donations for human experimentation in the west. That's the first clue, I'm the biggest contributor. "Chuya seemed to understand the flow of the story, and he turned his terrifying gaze toward the last man. For Iceman cold blood. "::: I'm not doing much," he said, offering the final material. "I found the sibling composition of your parents and the family tree beyond, the location of the school you attended, the report card and grade photo, and the birth record of the government office. Don't let the chief know the investigation. I could rely on the report card because I was a small finger, and I did the burglary eight times. "Iceman Nakaya made his eyes black and white while receiving the materials. The cold blood nodded, and for the first time today, with a faint smile. Iceman Odas Few people know him normally. But when he wasn't working, his cold blood was mild, and he was a mild-mannered man who loved coffee and Leonkou code. There aren't many people who know it. I know all five people here. Chuya Nakahara looked at all of them in turn. Everyone was smiling. Piano man. Stupid bird. Surgeon usually Abatros

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Libman Iceman spokeswoman. Toshihide Tatsuhide of the cold-blooded port mafia "Why" Chuya saw the photo "This is ::-I think it's an action against the chief." It's a photo. As long as it was, Chuya wouldn't betray the Mafia, but the Pianoman shrugged his shoulders with a light face. "I was asked to watch if Chuya knew the secret, but it wasn't said to hide the secret." Chuya stared at the piano man to find out the intention of each bite. .. "Why" Chuya's expression makes me feel uneasy. "Why do you go that far?" "Why?" The piano man made a natural look. "I told you. 1st Anniversary 0" It's not a big deal. "The spokeswoman looked around, as if he was rather embarrassed by Chuya's attitude. "Speaking of which, that's right," the spokeswoman said with a very natural look. B. "Because they are friends, is it different for" Sheep "?" Shun ...

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Chuya's upset expression was that in "Sheep", all humans relied on Chuya. The reverse never happened. "Let's think about it like this, Mr. Chuya-a spokesman opened his arms and made a gentle expression." It's not a gift. It's a flag. The army has raised the flag since the time of ancient Rome. There is only one reason, to let you know. Ku We are here, and every time any of the six of us, a party of the elected ones, are in danger, you remember the flag, and of the flag. Gather below .: I'm looking forward to it. " As expected, Libman "Fufu ::: A famous speech in the middle. As expected, a public relations officer, and countless women deceived by his speech: ・:" The surgeon said like a soliloquy. "I don't know what you mean," said a spokeswoman with a cool smile. "Oh yeah, by the way, this Flags Meisho Tsu Youngkai has the official name" Flag Association ". I took the current metaphor from there. However, only the founder, Piano Man, remembers the name and uses it. "Flagsus" "Flag Association"? "A fool bird shook his head. "It's like I heard it for the first time." "Hey, did you forget it? Hey, you're in trouble, did you explain it first?" Ito Pianoman looked around at everyone, but no one changed his expression. Wait, maybe no one really even remembers? The name Natsudon that I've been worried about for three months. "Uyo, Tsu Albatross Bensetsu Dama Ribman, everyone.

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"What?" Everyone turned their eyes away from the piano man. Only Chuya was staring at the photo in his hand. It's not what you see there, but the existence of the photo itself, as if all the answers were written. "Congratulations on the first anniversary of joining the Chuya Mafia," everyone said. For a moment-for a few seconds, Chuya made a child's expression that he didn't know what to do. He compared everyone, compared the materials, and compared himself in the picture. "What happened?" Chuya suddenly returned to me when the piano man said so. "Oh, then I made an effort to make an angry face, and when I opened B and tried to yell at something, I didn't think of anything. 0 Everyone was wondering and saw Chuya. Nakaya hurried. I turned my back and shouted at the entrance. Sugu "Oh, that's right," Chuya's voice was unnecessarily loud. "In other words, if I suddenly showed this, I was impressed. I wonder if I'll cry and apologize, or that kind of aim! "Australia"

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"Do you want to get on such a hand, okay, I'll never get on it!" Chuya walked toward the entrance with a rough step, with his face turned away. "I'm going home! Okay, I'm not following you! You shouldn't look at me!" The piano man looked around everyone, and then said to Chuya. "Well, it can't be helped if Chuya returns. According to my schedule, everyone would play a billard game after this ::: Will we do it alone?" Shuhin "The guest of honor will return. What? ”A spokeswoman lifts his eyebrows. Lots of "I can't help it. Fortunately, I have a lot of sake. Fortunately, there are prizes for trying to relieve my work after a long time." "It's wonderful." "Hey Chuya. "Turn it on and go home!" The stupid bird waved toward the entrance 0 "Do it yourself!" Chuya kicked the door open and went out of the store. "Hmm" Lee Everyone looked at each other's faces, and then looked at the door to say nothing. Ten seconds and twenty seconds have passed, with the silence. Abatos

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Thirty seconds when no one is sick and does not relax. Forty seconds-a little less than the 丨, the door of the store opened small. "Shit. Explain the rules. I'll get all the prizes!" Chuya stood at the door with an expression that seemed to mix regret and anger equally. I have to do that. "The piano man smiled. It became. From then on, the scenery inside the store is quite natural, the sound of striking the ball, footsteps, cheers, swearing, moaning, clicking the glass, the sound of the ball falling, and the laughter of young people. A common sight all over the world. If you add the assets of everyone in the room, you can buy many lots of this city. However, such speciality could not be seen there. It was a conversation of ordinary young people everywhere. "Who was the last person at the bottom?" "It's still time to say such a light word." Su "I don't have enough alcohol." "Haha, I'm drunk and my hands are crazy! And lose." I'm crazy. It seems that I can only put balls about three times as much as you. "Sentence" I'm sorry! "Who?

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Someone in the lively store played music with Juke Pox. With the music of old wind instruments in the background, billard balls, champagne glasses, and all the street corners where light mouths are exchanged are commonplace. Everybody wants it, it's not too difficult to get, and when it's lost, it disappears in an instant. It was there for a champagne foamy time. "Ufufu: ・: ・ I will decide with this" You Kinba "By the way, I saw you walking in the harbor with a blonde woman. Is it a new girlfriend?" "Ah, eh? , This is terrible "" What's wrong, you, etc., do you want to lose to me so much? "" Wow, the placement of the ball is dangerous, don't turn it to Chuya! The invincible Prince I-sama gets on with it again 2 " Who is the prince of me! "" Rabbit horns, decide! I'll ask the next guy! " It was a perfect blow. The hand ball given the rotation of the push ball rolls and hits the target ball. The target ball bounced the second ball

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I'm sorry. The target ball, which became a chain of billiards, further flicked the table balls one after another, and changed its trajectory. The colorful balls that were given the power of movement drew intricate geometric patterns on the table, and "Oh," someone breathed. After a complex reflex reaction that was hard to follow, the final targets, yellow and nine-all-white No. 9, flowed into the central pocket. Kanman Ninepo City And-with a deep breathing slowness, No. 9 was in his pocket, and after a moment of silence, everyone cheered. "Wow!" "What can I see in a professional game right now!" "Artistic trajectory" "Unfortunately Chuya Nakahara, your consecutive championship was prevented by this" "The new champion "It's birth." "Who did you squeeze now?" Kimi, something strange happened there. Everyone was surprised. And everyone was looking for the person who sown. There were six people in the room until a while ago, but now there are seven people, "praise is fine," said the seventh person. Kurokami and Biiro Hitomi sentence A blue suit. Long limbs. Long black hair and dark-skinned eyes. A well-organized but serious face combination shot energy surprise

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I'm just following the basics of the investigation manual, which says, "Prize is fine. To get information from humans, you should interact more and more intimately," holding the stick vertically like a ceremonial cane. So. As planned, it seems that the ritual game has deepened the relationship. Now you can move on to the mission. "The voice of the young Shinken often goes through in Hirakawa. And his eyes are forever serious. The peaceful Billard tournament ended there. Kukuri Knife-The hatchet sprinted to the young man's head, making a sound like burning the space. "Oops," the young man in a blue suit turned his head away to avoid the blade that broke through the air. It was a stupid bird who shook the Kukri knife hatchet with the tip of his hair scattered in the air when he was late to escape. The stupid bird avoiding the blade does not lose its calm expression and sinks the whole body deeply 0 Iceman What appeared from behind was a cold-blooded whole body holding a sniper and bending like a twisted sword, The young man in a blue suit, who was shot like a sniper bullet, avoided it without difficulty. In addition, a series of pursuit stab attacks are fired, and a stubborn stick grazes the skin of his nose, burns his hair, and pierces the hair growth of his ears, but there is no direct hit. All of them are avoided at intervals of several sentences. Put them in Albatos.

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"Don't do it" Funny "Haha, it's funny-I think people in this shop without a wolf want to be killed by the soul! Let's make our wish come true-" This is Despite playing the game in a friendly manner, the aggression of the subject of the investigation is increasing. It is unreasonable. Why? "The wolves did not wait for the reply of the young wolf. Behind the young man who had lost his posture due to the avoidance of the stick, a thin, brilliant thread stretched out in a circle from the watch of the piano man who had already wrapped around. "Would you like me to continue the excuse on the floor?" The thread slowly fell on the young man's neck. A thread that is almost visible to the eye and can only be seen as a line of light reflection is wrapped around the young man's neck. When the piano man shakes his wrist, the circular thread contracts sharply and winds into his sleeve. It started to be taken. Naka-ya destroyed only one-armed winder. Pianoman has a winder on the sleeves of both arms. And once the electric winder hidden in the sleeves starts Subun, who is the decapitation stand for death that cannot be removed by any superhuman strength, immediately put a striking stick around his neck. However, the rolled-up piano wire is made of wooden sticks.

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It was chewed and cut like sugar confectionery. The circumference of the piano wire perfectly matched the thickness of the young man's neck. Mujihi Wire After that, the ruthless steel wire did not just level the young man's neck into a table. "I didn't avoid the young man. I didn't even try to remove it from my neck. I didn't have to do that. The piano wire was slipping on the surface of the young man's skin. The plow winder roared. It digs into the skin, but that's it. It doesn't get scratched, and "detects the load on the outer skin contactor," said the young man with no expression. "I will follow the assetd self-defense routine and take an escape action," and suddenly turned sideways. The body rotated like a wheel without any preparatory movement. The piano man's take-up device, in which cute leather shoes draw a circle in the air, can withstand the rotation speed, and the pieces torn off along with the piano 0 line fly in the air. "Huh, this is wonderful." The piano man is retreating. It was. "There is only one fighting talent or one to get into the mafia's burrow." Everyone took a quicker distance than I quickly. The iron rules of normal combat do not apply to those who are incompetent in combat. It's different from a gun or a knife, an unknown

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This is because it was a disaster of ease. If mishandled, the young people, who were at immediate risk of death, quickly moved away and moved into a formation of anti-combat. "No, I'm not a lonely man," said the young man, who pulled out a black emblem from the chest of his suit. "My name is Adam. That's right, I'm a detective of Europol." The air in the room changed. "Is it the police?" The piano man smiled sharply like a knife. "In that case, Mr. Yumu Adachin, as you said, there seems to have been a misunderstanding. It is wrong to think that the police power will enter this society and return alive! Public relations officer!" "I received it," said a young man in a blue suit who called himself Adam, who took out two machine guns from the back of his cloak and fired ten shots per second at high speed. , Raised the back of the hand to protect it. A nine-barrel bullet slides on the front 0 side of the back of his hand and bounces diagonally. "Detect the impact! Percentage to the limit of breaking stress!" Exclaims a European detective named Adam. "You may be doing damage to an international investigator!" "You're still a talented person who can't attack physically." Pianoman looks at the other person with a calm eye. Official, keep him in check and switch to the tactics of detention. "Nanacho, Tsu Machine Pistol Jin Yes

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Iceman "Wait" Cold blood made a bitter voice while holding the stick. "Iceman's cold blood, which doesn't feel uncomfortable on his skin, made a startling expression for the first time today." For the first time, a confused expression appeared on the faces of everyone who wasn't a talented person. A human who can't pass through and even plays a nine-piece bullet with his bare hands is not an incompetent person. That is the same phenomenon that Iceman's impossible gravity reverses and the sun and moon collide. But cold blood is the intuition. (It is impossible to make a mistake), Tsukiyo, Tsumujun It was quite possible that human beings would be faced with two completely contradictory situations, and it would be difficult to maintain the front line, leading to confusion and escape. 0 But they weren't all ordinary people. The "interesting" piano man laughed. "If so, it's first come, first served! It's all about one topic! Everyone is allowed to use different abilities!" Iriyo / Tsukasa "Uncovering the secret of different abilities, I understand" S sentence "Haha! If you try to kill him, it will take a week

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Immediately after "Fufu ::: Laparotomy", countless light spots appeared in the room, as light as a fist. It has no heat or weight, and it begins to rotate around Adam in a blue suit, like a revolving star. Immediately after that, Adam's posture collapsed. "Oh?" Saba', Adam's leather shoes sink into the hard floor. As if he had stepped into a soft desert. The floorboard crumbles like sand and swallows shoes. He steps on to pull out, but his other leg to step on is also beginning to sink. He involuntarily puts his left hand on the floor. His hands are also sinking. "This is ...:" Adam twisted his body and tried to grab the legs of the Pilard stand. Something grows from the back of his hand, and the skin is covered with fine scales. A bird-like slender head lined up with a lot of fangs in the cavities Mi-yo Tsuriyu, Tsusu It was a dinosaur. Above the neck of a small dinosaur, from the back of Adam's hand, it grew like a plant. B. "There is no corresponding information in the knowledge module." Adam shook his neck. A Subun dinosaur shouted and ate Adam's neck. Scales

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Adam shook his head and managed to avoid it, but because of that, he lost his posture and sank into the floor. Suddenly, thin threads spewed out from the ceiling in a radial pattern. The thread was entwined with Adam and then rapidly wound up to the point of ejection. The flax-colored sand slammed on Adam's ceiling scatters the wood on the ceiling, and at the same time Adam moans, the thread disappears. Attracted by gravity, Adam crashes into the falling floor. And he is once again sunk into the flooring that has turned into sand hell. Ninshiki "The battle evaluation module can't recognize the situation." Adam's neck was entwined with the piano wire again. "Challenging the six people here alone was a daring calculation mistake, the police. "My husband" A piano man with a spare winder smiled with a stern smile. "For this reason, if you receive the different abilities of the first anniversary at the same time, it's a gift that even the world champion will not have in ten seconds. You can destroy your arms and legs, Chuya." Lee You "Chuya" Adam reacted to the new leaves and changed his expression. "Are you still?" Suishun Then it was a momentary event. Funshiyu

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At Migiu, Adam deliberately sank his right arm to the floor. A dinosaur screamed and disappeared into the floor. His left leg recoiled from the floor as he sank his right arm. Adam kicked one of the nearby Billard stands with his left leg. The stroking stick on the table rolled down. The toes of Adam's toes came back to catch the stick Tsumaki Tora. And he kicked up. To even look at him. Adam's left hand grabbed the falling bar, which was kicked by his long legs, spinning in the air on his back. After turning the bar several times, his body slips out of the floor in reaction to piercing the sand floor. "Are you a musician!" Cried the stupid bird. "Don't move him to your own mountain anymore!" The piano man skips the instructions. A spokesman fired a submachine gun. Twisting in the air, Adam evaded all his bullets. Every bullet goes through 0 through the body. Adagum flies in the air as he walks through the maze of death created by the rain of bullets with a minimum of physical effort. And landing (the place where it landed-in front of Chuya, in order to prevent Chuya and others from sinking, Adam, who has not yet been desertified to the floor, raised a stick. Machine Pist Albatross

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"Chuya!" Someone shouted and threw the stick on the floor. "Mr. Chuya Nakahara" Adam kneels on the floor, hangs his head, takes the most salute attitude to you, and "I came to protect you." Chuya Nakahara was confused. Seeing a European who takes a obedience attitude in front of him with an incredible look, "This machine is a first-type autonomous thinking calculator Adam Frankenstein manufactured by Dr. Walston Craft, a talented engineer. The purpose is to arrest an assassin who is aiming at you: The name of the assassin is Verleen Paul Verleen. "" Verleen, what? "Hearing that name changed Nakaya's complexion. "Why do you know the name?" 0 "Do you know Chuya" Is it an assassin? "Su" Did you use a calculator? "A. Young people buzzing. Adam stood up and was serious. I said it with my eyes. Oshu

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Colorful spheres fly in the air. Mostly bruise, orange, dark green. A flock of bright colors to the eyes. All of them returned in arcs of different heights, "Suge :::", stunned by the stupid bird. Adam was throwing a ball of Pilard. It is thrown into the air and caught in the manner of a beanbag. Nine spheres draw complicated arcs of different heights and dance 0 in the air like a living thing. "Sure, it's not a work that a street performer can do." However, Adam said with a serious face. "The numbers of the two spheres in the highest position are always disjoint, that is, they are always arranged so that they do not have a common prime factor." "Mr. Chuya. You cannot repel Verlaine alone. He was dispatched. He is not just an assassin. He is the assassin king Paul Verlaine your brother. "Albatros

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The piano man folded his arms and stared at the dancing ball. "Hmm. 5 and 8, next 4 and 9: ・: I'm sure." "What? Common element ・ :: ・ What?" Albatross said, "Absurd bird, I'm asking you to become a little stronger in numbers. Give me. If you go up, you need numbers. "Pia Aki Nomain said with a dismayed face. Inside the Billardo store. Six young people are sitting on the billard stand so as to surround Adam. Everyone is watching Adam's acrobatics in the center. "Is this what you are good at?" Simple "It's a simple physics operation," Adam said with no expression. "Gravitational acceleration, air resistance, rotational moment, motion, Coriolis force. The physical quantity that constantly acts on a substance is calculated over time to predict the behavior of the sphere. This kind of physical calculation ability is greater than that of the human brain. Because the computer is far better. "Wow: Do you understand?" "Hmm, awesome." The stupid bird sighed. "I don't understand at all." I understand. "Ribman with cold blood" Public relations officer, you. "What?" A "I don't know here, you're the only one," said a spokesman, looking forward. "It's the last." Adam threw the ball over his shoulder and into the rear Billard stand in the blind spot. Albatross Ribman

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All the balls were exactly sucked into the pocket. In a row, all nine are blamed and quiet. "Tara!" Adam opened his arms and suddenly shouted out. Everyone was scared. Adam looked at everyone, saw the Pilard stand that threw the ball, and then shook his head. "Okokuya? No applause. It's different from the information in the external storage storage." Iceman "Um. Yahari This guy doesn't seem to be a human being." Cold blood said with no expression. "Fufu ::: European genius is more than a rumor :::" The surgeon smiled dimly. "I would like to apply the technology of the living body part to the treatment of my patients: Ukai Ue," Well, I will introduce myself again. "Adam bowed to Chuya and others. "This machine is an Adam acorn secret. I'm an artificial intelligence investigator who came to this country secretly. My favorite foods are dumplings and grass fruits. I don't like the metal detector at the airport security checkpoint. My dream is to establish a criminal mechanism consisting only of machine detectives, and to protect humans with the excellent investigative power of machines. "0" Machine-only criminal mechanism? Why? " "Of course, humans are imperfect and illogical, and we are better at being perfect machines." A "I suddenly said something scary :::" S "Well, you are a machine." Let's believe, "said the piano man. "But it's still a problem.