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ninjakittenhaswords · 5 years ago

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Found the Time

Author’s Note: Not really based on my Multiverse AU, but I had idea when I was talking with my friend.

Amanda belongs to @alena-1987

Phoenix and Dr. Kitty Saunders are mine while the other characters (don’t deserve to) belong to LEGO.

He hadn’t ever expected this outcome.

He been through this countless times but it always ends with the same result. He ripped open time, going in and out of existence before he finally found a way to come back, only to be thrown back into this blank lifeless void.

He was getting tired of it all. Losing hope at every nonexistent second he spent in the empty space. He forced himself to try one more time. He had to.. He at least had to try to go home... to spend whatever time he had left to make amends with his brethren and with their mother.

He ripped time once more, pulling the Time Windows to different timelines he usually looked through open for him to go through. One of them opened up and he was surprised to hear someone yelp and see someone land right in front of him.

“Ugh... Dad’s adventures were always in Ninjago. How come mine always starts with portals?” She grumbled, sitting up and rubbing her head. Her green eyes looked up to the armored man before her. “Oh hi!” She smiled while greeting him. He looked surprised and confused at her. “This never happened before.” He mumbled.

“Uh hello?” His tone remained confused. She began the conversation with such ease. He ended up telling her his story, or enough of it for her to not question further. Her face went from questioning to determination.

Something told him he should’ve just made her leave but... he liked the presence of another that was genuinely concerned for him and not someone who would deceive him like many others have.

“Come with me.” She kept at those words. He tried to refuse, to give her a reason to stop, but she was just as stubborn as his old friend was. He gave in, trying to not cry at her stubborn kindness and followed her into her timeline.

There was peace.. For once, the world he knew was at a calm and he didn’t have to throw himself back into a long forgotten war only to be forgotten again. He gripped her hand tightly trying to be certain that he was actually there and he wasn’t going to fade like so many times before. You couldn’t blame him, with him knowing that he didn’t belong to this timeline. He was a part of another... Plus this present was the future of his own, so it wouldn’t be surprising if time was going to spit him out just to keep it from tearing apart.

“I’m... Im really here.” He spoke so softly that his voice was almost recognizable. “I’m here... I’m here!” He let out a chuckle before sobbing broke through. “Yes you’re here.” She nodded and smiled. He wiped at his tears, messing up the green and black face paint, smearing it across his cheeks and nose.

“I’m going to help you get home.” Her words almost broke him. He had to lean on her for support while she led the way.

He was unsure what to make of their reactions, but it broke him a little more when he heard “who is he?” from the older time master. To think he was once so close to these two and yet he was forgotten about everywhere.

“His name is Phoenix and he needs a place to stay and I just happened to come this way.” The little girl said. She had an innocent air but with the way the gray haired man groaned, Phoenix could guess she’s done this before. “Amanda, you cannot just bring a stranger here without consequences.” Phoenix gave a pained grimace beneath his large green scarf and gripped on her hand a little more.

“He’s not a stranger. He’s a friend and I can’t exactly bring a grown man into my own house without my dads overreacting. He’s been through a lot and I don’t want them to overwhelm him.” She spoke back at him. The younger man with a dark mane nodded. “She has a point, brother.” Phoenix tensed up at the familiarity of the word. “We are not letting him stay.” Krux glared at Acronix. The younger twin let a grin spread on his face. “You said the same thing about Kitty.” Krux huffed. “This is a person. Not an animal.”

“Who’s Kitty?” Phoenix questioned with a cocked eyebrow. Acronix gasped in horror. “You haven’t met Kitty?!” Amanda let go of his hand just as Acronix took it. The guy let out a surprised “whoa!” Acronix ran with a head start with Krux following, “Acronix do NOT bring him in! Nooo-!” He got ignored with a door slammed in his face. Aggressive knocking sounded out before it was followed by the clinks of keys. Phoenix looked to Acronix who only shrugged at Krux’s antics. “He’ll be fine after looking through his keys for a while. Now Kitty time!”

Next thing he knew, he was surrounded by kittens while Acronix had set the main cat right in his lap. Amanda snuck in through the window to join in on petting the cats while Krux had unlocked the door. “You are in such deep sh-.” “Shh. Brother. It is Kitty time.” Acronix shushed him while Phoenix laid down, letting the small kittens crawled all over him.

“Grr...” Krux let out an annoyed sigh, “Fine. Just a few nights alright?” Acronix grinned. “Yay I have new friend to join the Kitty Club now.” Meanwhile Phoenix was still on the ground, now sitting a kitten up and playing with the little toe beans. “So this is bliss.” He muttered. Amanda gave a soft laugh while petting another small kitten on the head. “Yes it is.” The tabby calico mix mewed at him messing with the toe beans. A small smile grew on his face behind the overly large scarf.

Questions were unavoidable. He learned that many times over and over. Who was he? Where did he come from? How did he get here? He answered with, “I’m Phoenix. I clearly don’t live around here and I got pulled here from the void by a very persistent little girl.” They took the last answer very well. What the heck does this child do in her free time.

And then that one question got pulled up. Why was he wearing armor that looked like theirs? Seems like anywhere he went, that question always got repeated. “It’s... complicated.” He forced the answer out of himself. No matter how much he wanted to explain, he had to avoid this one. He couldn’t just tell why then and there. It’d confuse them. He knows it would.

Amanda could see the expression he made when the subject got pushed further and decided to stop it before it overwhelmed him into a breakdown. If he was anything like Krux breaking down then she wanted to avoid it if she could. “Well if the armor bothers you how about we get you some other things you can wear?”

“Hmm?” He looked puzzled for a moment. Amanda sighed, “Come on. Uncle Acronix and I were planning to spend time anyway.” The little girl pulled him up to his feet. “You’re heading out with him?” Krux asked, crossing his arms. Acronix rolled his eyes. “We’re going to be fine. It’s Amanda who’s taking us out.” The older looked over to Phoenix. “It’s not her I’m concerned about.” Acronix only chuckled. “You worry too much. You’re gonna end up adding more wrinkles to your face.” He poked his cheek, making Krux pull away at that with a huff. “We’ll be fine. Besides it’d be two against one. You know the odds would be on our side.”

Krux sighed. “Fine.” Amanda pulled Phoenix out the door. “Come on. Let’s go.” Acronix followed, looking back to Krux. “I’ll give a call if something happens, alright?” The older twin only looked away with a small hum.

“See ya, big bro.” Acronix called back to him, shutting the door.

The building was larger on the inside than it looked on the outside. ‘Guess this is the more advanced look to the usual marketplace.’ His eyes looked around to see people of all kinds walking around. Last he remembered being in a marketplace, it was mostly humans but now there was.. what was the word? Diversity.

There was a diversity of humans, some Serpentine and a few mechanical looking people called Nindroids were acting as security. A smaller Nindroid sat on a taller one’s shoulders. The taller one didn’t seem to mind. In fact it looked like he was used to it from the shorter.

Phoenix kept himself between the younger Time twin and Amanda, trying to avoid any stares. None of them were really turning an eye to him. In fact, it was as if the world had seen the worse than him. They didn’t understand that he could be terrible but he never wanted to go through another timeline and bring ruin to it like he did others. He pulled on his scarf slightly, fiddling with it between his fingers before he gripped on it tightly, making his knuckles turn white.

“Hey... Hey man... Phoenix. Phoenix!” He heard Acronix’s voice break through his thoughts. He let out a small almost silent gasp when his train of thoughts were thrown off the railing. “You alright, man?” A hand firmly held his shoulder, as if he tried to keep the other grounded to reality. Phoenix glanced at his hand for a second and nodded. “I’m alright.”

“Ooh let’s try this place first! It’s not as crowded as the other places.” “Pfft. Not yet.” It seems like this will be quite a while.

What happened next was a mix of “try this” “no this” “let him pick” and a lot of clothing getting thrown at him by the more chaotic time master. He almost got buried by the multiple designer shirts and heavy multi pocket jeans. “You two please... Please stop. I’m stuck.” He managed to get his top half visible. “What’re you doing? Are you trying to throw the whole shelf on me?”

Amanda chuckled at him. “More like throw an entire wardrobe.” Acronix shrugged. “Ey, whichever it is. Go try it all on.” “You sure you’re not just grabbing things for yourself too?” Phoenix raised an eyebrow at him. “What? No. Nonono. Not at all.”

Phoenix rolled his eyes at that and mumbled. “You’re still as obvious as ever.” Acronix hummed. “Hmm? What was that?” The armored man got himself out of the pile. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” He huffed. “Just help me carry some of this you two.”

So basically a whole lot of it got subtracted and put up. Acronix was at first a little disappointed that he couldn’t get a few things but nonetheless still got to purchase something for himself.

Phoenix had let out a soft laugh at Acronix’s excitement. “Hey you actually laughed.” Amanda pointed out. He pulled his scarf up on his face, hiding himself. Acronix pulled on his scarf. “Oh get back out here. She means it’s nice that you’re letting loose.”

“Right?.. Shouldn’t we head back?” He questioned the two. “No way! I said were spending time together so we still have other things to do.”

“Well what did you have in mind?” Amanda gave a grin at them. “I know exactly what.”

“Absolutely not! I’ve been stuck in the void for a long time. I do NOT know any of this music.” Phoenix was quick to respond. Amanda, as he found out, was still as stubborn as her grandfather Ray. “Just do it. You need to have some fun.”

He gave her a serious look. “You will not make me.” Acronix grinned at this opportunity “You’re right. She won’t. I will.” He grabbed him by the shoulders. “Set everything down. We’re going up on stage!” Phoenix tried to keep his ground, but Acronix was still able to push him while Amanda took the bags off his arms. “Wait! no!”

“You’re going to do it!”

“Noooo-.” Acronix chuckled at him. “You sound a lot like Krux.” Phoenix froze a little at that. He ended up on stage anyhow. The small luxury he got is what he wasn’t alone and Amanda helped pick the song.

“I can’t do this. I mean how am I supposed to know when to start?” He whispered. “Stop being dramatic. You got this.” Acronix smiled at him. ‘Dear FSM. Don’t smile at me like that.’ He thought just as the music started. “Let’s go. We got some karaoke to do.”

Thankfully it started energetic, except with a piano contrasting to some of the music that he heard on the way here. “Goddammit Amanda. Did you have to pick this band? You know some of their music ain’t my style” Acronix stared at the so called cinnamon roll of the group, who only smiled and snickered up at them.

“It has to be this one.” Acronix hissed softly. “Oh well. Let’s do this. I call the first verse.” Phoenix smiled at his demeanor. He missed that so much.

“I'm sorry, mother, I'm sorry, I let you down / Well, these days I'm fine; no, these days I tend to lie / I'll take the Western train, just by the side of Amsterdam / Just by my left brain, just by the side of the Tin Man” His voice still had that roughness, but he really was trying to go along with the tune. The long haired man looked to the other.

It was Phoenix’s turn and boy to say he was nervous would be an understatement. “I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry, I let you down / Well, these days you're fine; no, these days you tend to lie / You'll take the Western train, just by the side of Amsterdam / Just by your left brain, just by the side of the Tin Man”

“Your time will come / If you wait for it, if you wait for it / It's hard, believe me / I've tried, but I keep coming up short”

“I'm sorry, lover, I'm sorry I bring you down / Well, these days I try, and these days I tend to lie / Kinda thought it was a mystery, and then I thought it wasn't meant to be / You said yourself fantastically, "Congratulations, you are all alone!"” He kept up with the younger Time twin even though he faltered at the end.

“Your time will come / If you wait for it, if you wait for it / It's hard, believe me / I've tried / Your time will come / If you wait for it, if you wait for it / It's hard, believe me / I've tried!” Apparently Phoenix was able to hold the note better than Acronix did and honestly Amanda and the other time master were actually kinda impressed.

“But the rain won't fall for the both of us / The sun won't shine on the both of us / Believe me when I say / That I wouldn't have it any other way!” It was at that moment it happened.

It appeared that he got so lost in the moment that he ended up pulling his scarf right off. The younger Time Twin could actually see his face. He had the same skin tone and hair color. His face shape looked so identical to his and Krux’s. Heck, even his eyebrows and the creases were so alike to one another.

“Your time will come / If you wait for it, if you wait for it / It's hard, believe me / I've tried,” Phoenix smiled so broadly and by FSM, even the way he did it was too hauntingly alike to his own. “But I won't wait much longer / 'Cause these walls, they're crashing down / No, I won't wait much longer / 'Cause these walls, they're crashing down!”

“And I keep coming up short” It was at the last lyric that the other realized that Acronix was dazed at him. He was confused for a moment before he realized that he had pulled off his scarf. He pulled the fabric back on and dropped the mic, turning tail and running.

“Phoenix wait!” Amanda somehow got her leg hooked on the chair leg and tripped herself all over the bags. “You alright, Amanda?” Acronix stood still her side. “I’ll be fine. Go get him!”

He nodded and chased after him. “Come back here! You need to explain!” He screamed after him. “I can’t do that right now!” Phoenix turned his head and yelled back at him with the same exact amount of vigor as Acronix. The Time Twin skidded to a stop and let out. “Phoenix look out!”

“What-.” He turned his head back ahead and in a moment of stupidity, smacked head first into something wooden. “Gah!” He fell back and rubbed his forehead for a moment, feeling a little lightheaded. “Oh fu-.” He mumbled and felt himself beginning to faint. “Phoenix!” He could barely hear Acronix yell. His vision got fuzzy but he could see Acronix running fo his side. “A... Acronix...”

“It’ll be alright. You’ll be fine... Let’s just go home. Krux will know what to do. Amanda, we need help here!” Phoenix couldn’t catch the last bit, but he did manage to see Amanda running up to them. ‘Home...’

A groan sounded from him when he awoke. “Oh so now you wake up?” Krux crossed his arms at him. “After fifteen minutes of making Acronix freak out and Amanda worry, you now decide to wake up.” Phoenix covered his eyes, groaning in pain and annoyance. “Shut it, big bro. It’s not like I intended it to happen.”

“Excuse me?” Krux questioned. Phoenix felt himself suddenly pale when he realized that he let the words slip. His hand slid down from his eyes to his nose then his chin. He looked down, seeing his scarf wasn’t there. He supposed that the scarf would he off for his breathing but the more important thing was his- oh no.

He sat up quickly, regretting the action but not caring for his temporary blindness or the headache. Nothing was more important than his treasured object. “Where is it? Where is it?” He could hear it clicking so it wasn’t far, so maybe- “You looking for this?” The ebony haired man looked over to see the older man holding a gold watch with a matching clip attached to a red ribbon. “Give it!”

“Calm yourself. I hadn’t done anything to it.” Krux huffed. “Not like it would let me open it anyway.” He grumbled. Phoenix got up from his spot, stumbling a little on his feet and almost falling forward again. This time, instead of being inconsiderate like he could be, Krux got up in time to catch him. “Stop. You won’t exactly get better if you try to start walking now.”

Phoenix only sighed and held onto him. “Mmm... give me back my watch...” Krux raised an eyebrow. “Why should I? It looks a lot like mine.” The other dug his nails into his outer jacket. “Please... It’s important to me.” He spoke lowly, almost sounding pathetic. The older time master sighed. “Fine but only if you explain..” he looked at him up and down, noting the features, “this whole situation.”

Phoenix took his watch pendant back, clicking it back around his neck. “Huh?” Krux huffed at him, “Don’t give me that shit. I’ve dealt with enough of it throughout the years. Now explain yourself and don’t be vague like Wu.” The younger huffed back at him. “Fine, but don’t blame me when you get confused afterwards.”

So he ended up telling him his whole story. From the moment he lost his arm to being torn out of time, getting forgotten, going through multiple timelines, snatching his arm back from an old friend-now enemy, thrown back out of time again, and everything starts all over. Krux found he was right about being confused over the whole thing. It made too little sense and all the sense in the world, but then-

“Why didn’t you just say so at the beginning?” Krux crosses his arms. Phoenix was quick to mimic him. “And how was I supposed to say it? That there are three hands on the clock but the third hand broke off so the clock doesn’t work right anymore even after trying to put the hands back together?” He sat down with his head in his hands. Dear FSM he looked too much like him with that upset expression. Phoenix sighed softly. “I was stuck there for who knows how long anymore... I’ve had to watch you and Acronix fail every time. There was one time where you two actually took over Ninjago but neither of you were happy..”

He gripped on his pendant watch. Krux could see it glow in a rhythmic beat, almost like... a beating heart. “I.. I was going to try something different.. one more time. If I allowed the plan to go in motion, I could’ve used the Iron Doom to go back a little more.. to stop Chen from ever deceiving us and Clouse from using his spell... If I could’ve done that, I would’ve been there with you two... I could’ve gone home to our Ma and tell her we made it out okay and that Pa missed her so much.”

Acronix looked into the room at that. “Pa?” He questioned. “Yeah.. I saw him for a moment.. Looks like us but.. battered and older. Definitely could tell that he’s seen so much in his years... and still so sad that he can’t ever see Ma again.” The room felt all too gloomy. The third hand decided to change that. “So... how is she?” Krux went to answer. “I know she’s gone now but.. was she okay? At least in health? Anything?”

“Truth be told, she was sad too, but I at least made sure she was better in her later days when-.” Krux began and got interrupted once more, “you mastered your Saunders disguise.” Phoenix nodded and sighed. “Seems like tragedy likes to follow every villain around huh?”

Acronix huffed at them. “Enough sadness. I’m grabbing Kitty and their Minis!” He went out of the room and came back a few seconds later with the fluffy gray tabby cat. “Meow!” “Meow yourself! We need the sadness to leave and you’re always able to make it go away!” Phoenix chuckled at Acronix arguing with the cat. “Oh my god, you were the same way with Sandy.”

“You knew our first cat, Sandy?” Acronix perked up at that. “Of course I did. Fluffy tabby cat that always felt so sandy up in her fur no matter what you do. I wonder if Kitty responds the same way.” Phoenix patted his chest. “Come here, Kitty.” The tabby responded but setting their gloved paws on his chest and rubbing their face on his chin. Phoenix let out a happy gasp. “They do! Oh that’s so precious.”

Acronix chuckled at him. “Kitty likes you already.” “I guess they do.” Phoenix laid back with the cat settling on him. “You fool. You’re not going to be able to get up with the cat on you.” Krux warned him. “Then I’m stuck. That’s it. This is my fate.” He responded while petting the cat. “... You are so much more nicer here than any other timelines I tried to stay in.” He cooed at the kitty. “Acronix, did you forget the little fluffy bean babies?” Acronix responded with “No. They’re coming. Amanda’s getting them.” Amanda came on with kittens crawling over her back. “Help. They climb.”

Krux sighed at them. “Yes they do climb, Amanda. They’re assholes in training.” They mewled at him just suddenly grabbing them. “Don’t argue with your grandpa. I’m not in the mood.” “Mew~” “Do one good thing for me and just keep this one stuck with your parent.” Phoenix gasped. “No wait.” “You started this. You’re gonna remain stuck now.” Acronix smirked at Krux. “Don’t you mean you’re gonna remain stuck meow?” Krux turned his head at him with the most unamused face you’d ever see. “Do NOT ruin this.”

Phoenix chuckled at him with Acronix. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” Krux left. “Amanda you have to get home before Kai decides to come to the door.” The young brunette smiled. “Alright. I’m coming back tomorrow though.” He could hear Krux give an audible sigh, “Fine.”

Kitty remained seated on Phoenix, purring underneath his pets. “Yeah. You’re already fitting in nicely. Krux will probably keep you too.” He looked up to Acronix. “You think so?” “Probably because he doesn’t always want to hear me rant about Kitty at three in the morning.” Phoenix smiled. The younger Time twin smiled too, matching his. Phoenix let out a chuckle and, for once, he felt that maybe it was going to be a grand time... even if he forgot that the time was limited to him.

Part two - coming soon

You heard me. I had to split this into parts. Mostly because I need to relearn how to write the Twins and this is mostly an AU from my friend (I’m calling it Redeemed AU because well her OC has the ability of a cinnamon roll and is able to befriend just about any and everybody including the villains) and then I just stuck my OC right in there so this is gonna be a while.

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poloniumt · 5 years ago

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I decided to try my hand at angst. I hope it is sufficient.

Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland . I’m planning on writing a shorter sequel to this that doesn’t have a bloody fight and this much angst.

Warning: There is a bloody fight scene in this fic. DO NOT READ IF BLOOD OR VIOLENCE IS UNCOMFORTABLE FOR YOU.

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The day was bright as Red stepped out from the light blue and white swirling portal, staring into the communication device thoughtfully. It was a quarter to eight in the morning. She was an hour early, despite getting lost for most of her trip to Taiga Town. The road was directly in front of the fountain in the square, beyond which was the decently large castle.

Red read the map sent to her by Polonium, not watching her front. She only stopped walking when a large mass stopped her rather forcefully. She looked up in confusion, before she squeaked in fear.

The man was huge, easily the size of Endi plus a couple inches. His arms were thick, almost the size of her torso. He was built like an iron golem. He huffed as he breathed, as if his large muscles impeded his ability to do so. He looked at Red, one bushy eyebrow raised. “Leetle feesh boy, are you alrigh?” His thick accent was hard to understand for Red.

Red nodded vigorously. “Uh, y-yes sir, just looking for Taigan Castle, sir..” Red stuttered the words out, trying to avoid looking at him. She hid her fins behind her hair.

He thought for a moment, huffing out a breath. “Polo princess may be sleeping, so is a leetle hard to get in righ now. I work in guard, can help.” He extended a boulder sized hand out. “ Genral Firok, at service.” Firok grinned as Red gently shook his hand.

He led her to the gate, where two armored guards protected the door. They looked at Firok and instantly stood at attention. “Firok, sir! What brings you here on your day off?” The taller one squawked out.

Firok held a hand up, gesturing loosely to Red. “Leetle fish looks for Polo princess. Meeting is soon.”

The guard nodded, motioning for the gate to open. The large spruce and dark oak doors opened silently and smoothly. Red thanked Firok for his help before jogging into the castle grounds, looking for the path that led to Polo’s chambers.

Red didn’t notice the slim figure of someone watching from one of the taller spires, a small pair of binoculars pointed at their fins, a sickening smirk on their face.

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Polo paced back and forth in her bedchamber, frost formations outlining her steps. Her head was hung in nervousness, her voice slightly shaky and quiet. He squire opened the door silently, letting themselves in.

“Princess Polonium? I’m so sorry to bother you when you’re brooding, but miss Red of the ocean kingdom is here.”

Polonium stopped, turning to face them. “It’s the Southern Ocean Monument, not a kingdom. Let them in, Squire.” She returned to pacing, rubbing the soft material of her sleeves. The nerves had been on edge since dawn, she had been awake even longer. The door was left ajar, letting Red quietly slip through.

“Polo! P-Lo!” Red called out happily, practically leaping into Polo’s back, and taking her down.

“Ah! Ugh, hello...” Polo groaned into the carpet, lifting her head up. “As energetic as ever...” she slowly lifted her body off the ground, Red giggling as she held onto the white vest. “Don’t get comfy, now. We still have your tour to do.”

“Speaking of, how much of the city will we see today?” Red asked as they climbed down. “It’s a huge city, and I’m sure one day isn’t enough!”

Polonium thought for a moment. “We can pace ourselves and do sections of the town. You get to choose the first part of the tour.” She grabbed the rolled map and unfurled it. “We are in the apex of town, and there are four other sections of the town. Do you want to save the castle for last?”

Red looked at the colorful map, and pointed at the blue section, which surrounded the castle walls and the river. “I like the idea of doing this part first!”

Polonium nodded, responding with a hum. “Solid Idea. We shall begin in a moment. I’m going to change into my common clothes, then we shall go.” She turned to face her rather small wardrobe, and picked out a black vest with a fur-lined hood, a grey undershirt, and basic jeans. She retreated to a screen for only a moment, and after some shuffling and annoyed growls, emerged from the screen in the same attire she had worn when she first met Red. “Let’s go before it gets too crowded, now. Lots of markets are in today, but it’s mostly Netherite and Ice Spike Kingdom wares. I think a Desert Kingdom ship will arrive later...”

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The market street was just as busy as Polonium had thought: almost no room to walk and even move. She squeezed past all the larger stalls, Red in tow. She managed to get through most of the tour without an issue, but it didn’t last.

Red had ducked into a midroad, one connecting two districts between the houses. She stood against the brick, having lost Polonium in the crowd, and having her nerves act up. She sat against the wall rigidly, like a life-like statue.

The bustle of the crowd was already enough, losing Polonium in it was worse. The noise created a sort of cocoon, effectively trapping Red to the alleyway. She sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind her head fin. A sudden cough drew her attention to the front of the alley.

The person was silhouetted by the sun, only a dark shape forming their base. They looked rather bulky, however. “Good evening.” They bowed deeply.

Red swallowed their nerves and bowed back. “He..hello. Have you seen princess Polonium..?” She asked hopefully, only to have a sudden force knock the wind out of her.

“Apologies, fish, but you’re just a target. Best to stay quiet-“

“RED! There you-“ Polonium’s voice cut through the stranger’s words. She stopped short of them as she saw the stranger and a hunched over Red. “Oh, no...” the breath had been taken out of her lungs as she began to shake.

“You. What did you do.” She began to march forward, blue magic swirled around her for arms and eyes. “What. Did. You. DO?” She called to the now paralyzed form, anger and venom laced in her question.

“Ah, of course. Haha..” the form revealed a knife hidden in the folds of their cloak, grinning madly. “I’ll get top dollar for both Kipling meat AND a princess..Have at thee!” They lurched forward, only to be impeded by a large block of ice. “Grr...Fight me, weakling!” They growled, chipping away at the wall.

Polonium removed the wall, causing the figure to stumble, and threw a heavy hit to their cloak. Shattered glass shards fell out, along with a sickening green liquid. The stranger growled, and retaliated, swinging the knife around. The knife eventually struck its target, slicing Polonium on the arm and part of her elbow.

Polonium cried out in pain and anger. She hit again, making contact with the stranger’s face. The hood fell, revealing a disheveled individual. Polo faltered, but struck again, this time with the blade.

“Foolish magic wielder! You really think you’ll win?!” The stranger cackled, slicing up, then stabbing at Polonium. Polonium dodged, grabbed the foe’s wrist, and kicked them hard, sending them flying.

“I’m not trying to beat you, now..” Polonium advanced on them. “I’m trying to protect her from YOU, Jiroh.” She growled.

Jiroh looked up at Polonium, wild eyes staring at cold fury. “You remember me NOW, princess. Soon everyone will.” They advanced again, thrusted the knife, and trapped their arm again, this time in the wall.

Polonium threw a ball of ice magic, and began aiming for the knife, which had been trapped in a crack deep in the wall.

Jiroh cackled, advancing on Polonium and stabbed her in the shoulder. Polonium screamed as the knife tore through the muscle, red hot pain coursed through her. “You can’t beat me! YOU COULD NEVER BEAT ME!” Jiroh stabbed again, only for Polonium to dodge the attack, flinging another ice ball. The ball exploded against the wall, trapping Jiroh.

“I’m done...Playing your shitty game, Jiroh.” Polonium growled, clenching her jaw in pain. “I’m not...your live game. Neither is...Red.” Red looked up finally, holding her stomach. She shakily stood, walking towards Polonium slowly.

“Po-Po...please..you’re hurt..” Red sniffled.

Polonium looked at her apologetically, but stood firm. Blood dropped from the wounds, a deep crimson dying the shirt and vest. “Jiroh, you’re under arrest. It’s best for the kingdom to be safe from you.” Polonium whistled, and an echoing vwoop was heard mere seconds later.

Endi stood tall, ripping Jiroh from the ice and teleporting away. Polonium sighed and fell to her knees. Sobs echoed through her body, as did pain.

Red moved her to the clean wall, monitoring her wounded friend fearfully. “Are you dying, Po?” She asked nervously, voice thick in fear.

“No, Red....Just hurting.” Polo coughed, a bit of blood leaked out of her mouth. “Maybe I am. Endi will come for us soon.” She rested her head on the cool stone wall, frost formed on her cheek and near her wounds. “This heat is unbearable.” She groaned.

Red sniffled again, blood staining her unkempt hair and sleeve. “Please do...don’t die..” she hugged the battle-scarred princess, nuzzling against her undamaged shoulder. “I c...cant lose you, too..”

Polonium scoffed, looked at Red, and smiled. “I’m not dying on you, Red. But damn it hurts.” She looked towards the still loud, still bustling crowd. “I’d do this again if it meant stopping a chronic crime problem.”

Red sniffed, smearing blood on her cheek as she tried and failed to wipe her tears. “You coulda l..left me for dead, you know...why’d you fight for me..?” Tentative words left before Red could controls herself.

Polonium slowly turned her head, pain shooting through her dulled nerves. “You mean a lot to me. Of course I would.” She sighed, lungs surprisingly rigid. “You’re precious to me. Even with only a couple of months of friendship.”

That answer seemed to be acceptable for Red, since Red and Polo sat in silence until Endi arrived with a paramedic and Firok in tow, and removed the two friends from the scene of the bloody scuffle.

#mineblr #minesona #polofic #red #poloniumt #polonium #angst #tw blood #tw fighting #tw violence

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lbat1901 · 5 years ago

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Eddsworld: At World's End Chapter 1

Two Month Aftermath - (Chapter 1) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey Edd! Come quick! You're going to miss this really important thing. Hurry it up!" yelled Matt from the living room. "I'm coming Matt, I'm coming" said Edd. It's been roughly over two months since the accident with Tord and having his house destroyed. Luckily Tom found an apartment for all three of them to live at and surprisingly enough it was going great. Edd walks into the living room where both Matt and Tom were seen sitting on the couch. "Oh Edd, you're just in time" said Matt while looking at Edd. "Just in time for what?" asked Edd. "You're just in time to see a video of me being a contestant in a convention that's what" said Matt. "Matt, we've already seen the video like a million times, we already know what you've won" said Tom who was bored out of his mind. "Shh! That's what the judges want you to believe" said Matt. "Believe what?" asked Tom. "Judges tell lies Tom, they really do" said Matt. "No they don't" said Tom. As both Tom and Matt were arguing, Edd didn't bother to interrupt them; instead Edd remained quiet the whole time. It wasn't long till Matt noticed and stopped arguing with Tom. "Edd, what's wrong?" asked Matt. "Nothing, it's-it's nothing" said Edd. "Just tell us Edd, you've been acting kinda word lately" said Tom. "Okay fine. I'm just a little down on what happened with Tord" said Edd. "You're still hanging on to this? It's been like two months, I thought you would've forgotten about this eventually" said Tom. "Yeah, I thought so too, but after seeing his robot blow up, I've been thinking that his death was all my fault" said Edd. "Oh Edd, I know you're still down and I have to admit, I'm down too, but it's not your fault" said Matt. "I knew you were going to say that Matt, but I can't get him out of my thoughts" said Edd. "Hey, I know what could put a smile on your face, how about we throw a cola party? Cola always make you happy" said Matt. "Matt you know that we can't throw a party in a apartment that's about this size" said Tom. "Who says that I'm going to invite a hundred people here? It's just going to be me, you, Edd, and Ringo" said Matt. "That's even worse" said Tom. "I would love to argue with you about this, but I got a cola raid to do" said Matt. Matt soon gets up and proceeds to go get a whole lot of cola. ~Meanwhile~ "I spy with my little eye something large? Yeah large" said Mark. "Grr....we've been over this Mark, I don't want to play I spy and besides I'm not in the mood" said Eduardo. "You're never not in the mood. What are we even doing here anyway?" asked Mark. "It's for Jon" said Eduardo. "Eduardo, I know you're still down about Jon, but there's nothing we can do" said Mark. "I know that. It's just that I may be a jerk but I do care about you guys and it would tear me apart if something bad happened" said Eduardo. "Yeah something did happened. Jon was hit by missiles and got killed, yet you decided to put him in a hospital where he's currently on life support" said Mark. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need to you to come with me" said a nurse. "Sure thing" said Eduardo. The nurse lead both Eduardo and Mark through the hospital and down a hallway which is the emergency room. "Is Jon going to be okay?" asked Eduardo trying to break the silence. "Well once we got him here, he looked pretty bad and his heart rate was very low once getting him on life support. In other words, his condition became slightly worse after you called" said the nurse. "Take us to him now" said Eduardo. "But sir we're trying to save him, well kinda" said the nurse calmly. "I said take us to him NOW" said Eduardo this time a bit sternly. The nurse gave a slight nod knowing that she wasn't going to win the argument and proceeded to take both Eduardo and Mark to the room where Jon's being held at. Inside Jon's room, there were a couple of chairs, hospital equipment, and there was Jon in a bed with a monitor that shows his heart rate. The monitor was beeping as a trail of light showed the current state of Jon's heart rate which appeared to be in its low numbers. Eduardo walked up to Jon before glancing at the monitor with concerned eyes. "Oh Jon, I wish that I could take back what I said about wanting you dead. I didn't mean to say that because well....you're in a hospital on life support and...land your heart rate is going down one....one number......at a.....time" said Eduardo while starting to cry. Mark who was watching the whole also started to cry. "Jon.... may have been an idiot, but you're our idiot" said Eduardo as tears were starting to flow from his eyes. "Eduardo......" said Mark quietly. "Also......even though....I hated you.....and your presence......I...I cared you......a lot. I don't......I don't even see you.......as a.....as a friend.....I.....see you as.....as a brother....." said Eduardo before breaking into tears. While breaking into tears and talking about how much Jon means to Eduardo, the monitor slowly goes down to zero before doing it's usually long and final beep. "Mark.....come here and comfort me" said Eduardo while while walking from Jon. Mark didn't process on what Eduardo said and hugged Eduardo close before the two cried together. Without them noticing, there was some slight movement as the monitor picked up signal waves before starting to beep again. Both Eduardo and Jon stopped crying as they turned their attention to the monitor only to see Jon's heart rate go up back to normal. Eventually, Jon started to shift a bit before slowly opening his eyes. "W-Where am I?" asked Jon who was surprised. "J-Jon? Oh my god, you're alive" said Eduardo while coming to Jon. "E-Eduardo? Is that you?" asked Jon. "Yes Jon, it's me and look, Mark's here too" said Eduardo. "Hi Jon" said Mark who gave a small wave. "Mark? Eduardo? I can't believe what's happening right now" said Jon. "Neither do we Jon, neither do we" said Eduardo. "Heh, I was in a good place. There was a green paster along with hills, there was a nice cool lake, the sun was shining, there wasn't any clouds in the sky, there were horses, and there was picnic. There were people there too who seemed that they were throwing the picnic. One of them noticed me and came up to me. They began tickling me which surprised me and then suddenly I'm back here again. Why am I here?" asked Jon. "Because you were so close to dying that I rushed you to a hospital and I had them put you on life support" said Eduardo. "Oh well that makes sense, but why did you have to do that for?" asked Jon. "Well that's because I CAN JON!!!" yelled Eduardo. "Oh..oh....s..sorry for asking" said Jon who was shaking in fear. ~Back With Matt~ "Oh I'm walking down street, do do do, I got some cola, do do do, I'm getting ready to cheer Edd up, do do do, I'm so popular, do do do" sang Matt while he was coming back from the store with a supply of cola in bags. While Matt was walking he was halfway crossing the street and he didn't notice an incoming truck until it was too late. "Oh I'm- WAHH!!!" screamed Matt as he braced himself for impact which didn't happen. Matt opens his eyes to find himself on the ground of a sidewalk before realizing that he was saved. ~Matt's POV [A/N: Ooooh we're going second view. This is a first guys. How exciting]~ I looked around dazed and yet very confused on what just happened. My thoughts quickly went to the many bags of cola hoping that they didn't bust and luckily they didn't. Whew that was close. I got up and picked up the bags before seeing a man with black hair wearing a black sweater on the ground. I approached the man hoping that he wasn't hurt. "Hey there, are you okay?" I asked with concern. The man looks up at me and said "Oh yeah I'm fine". I put down the bags before putting my hand in front of him just to help him up. Once he was up, I continued to ask him questions. "Umm this may sound a bit weird, but did you just saved me?" I asked. "Yeah I did. You were lucky that I was there or you would've been burnt toast" he replied slightly annoyed. Geez, what's his problem? I wasn't paying attention that's all. "Well thank you for saving me. I'm Matt" I said. "I'm Anthony" said Anthony. I smiled at his name before saying "Hey that's a cool name. Do you mind if I call you Tony?" I asked. Anthony, well Tony, blinked a few times giving me a clue that his mind is processing about the shorted version of his name. It didn't take long for him to reply. "Oh yeah, I've never thought about that before. Heh, thanks" said Tony. "Why you are very welcomed" I said cheerfully. Tony smiles a bit before turning around and proceeded to walk the other way. I then noticed that while he was walking, he was limping slightly. Has he been badly injured from getting me out of the way from that truck? "Are you okay? You seem to be limping" I said. I noticed that he jumped a bit from what I said about him limping. "Oh no, I'm not. I'm fine honesty" he said. I can tell that he's lying so I did what like what any random civilian would do and went over to him while putting my arm on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm helping you because you're injured and I'm not leaving you all by yourself" I said determined. Tony didn't say anything to protest me and just remained quiet. While walking, I can hear Tony grunting more like wincing in pain. Oh poor guy, I feel so sorry for him. If only I was the one who gotten injured maybe just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad. After a couple of minutes of walking, we've finally made back to the apartment and my god, why is there so many stairs? After going up the apartment of one million steps we've made it. "Just a quick thing to let you know, they guys that you're going to see are my closest best friends and my roommates. I guarantee that you're going to like them" I said. "Oh really? Well okay then" said Tony. I opened the door in excitement before yelling out "I back!"

#eddsworld fanfic #eddsworld at world's end #eddsworld edd #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom #eddsworld tord #eddsworld hellucard #eddsworld eduardo #eddsworld jon #eddsworld mark #eddsworld paul #eddsworld patryck #eddsworld todd

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stereksecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @daddy--oreo!

Have some feels and fluff! I hope you like it!

Rating: T

Summary: In which Stiles and Derek face their greatest foes yet: miscommunication and a crippling lack of self esteem! But hey, they work it all out in the end!

*****

Cast Aside These Broken Hearts

“It’s just a sprained ankle, buddy,” Stiles says, trying to pull his foot away but having no luck.

“I’m not your buddy,” Derek says, looking up from where he’s carefully wrapping Stiles’ ankle in a bandage to glare at him.

“Of course not,” Stiles says, sighing in what sounds like defeat.

It’s strange, Derek thinks, how shutting Stiles up just doesn’t fill him with the same glee that it used to.

“I didn’t…” Derek tries, “I mean, that’s not..”

“Whatever,” Stiles says, taking Derek’s stuttering as a chance to break away and stand up, ignoring the pain shooting through his ankle at the pressure. “I’ll get out of your way. See you next time something tries to kill us, I guess.”

He’s halfway to the door before Derek tries to stop him.

“Stiles,” he says, “I… you can’t drive like that. Let me bring you home at least.”

“I don’t drive with my left foot,” Stiles says, and then he’s gone, clicking the door shut softly behind him.

It somehow makes Derek cringe more than if he’d just slammed it.

“What the hell was that?” he asks the empty room. The room, thankfully, doesn’t answer.

“Why is it always you?” Derek groans as he dodges another honest-to-god fireball, pulling Stiles down to the ground with him before he can get barbecued.

“Because the universe is fucking cruel,” Stiles replies, still trying to catch his breath from running. “Obviously.”

Derek finds himself unexpectedly smarting at the comment. Stiles is always sarcastic and quick-witted, but the extra bitterness Derek hears in his voice recently is new. And unwelcome.

“Just stay down,” he says roughly, shoving Stiles behind what’s left of a warehouse wall.

“Hell no,” Stiles says, pulling himself up to crouch next to Derek again. “You want me to hide while everyone else gets charbroiled? You’re nuts!”

“We’ll heal,” Derek says, “just stay out of the way and we’ll take care of it.”

“Hey!” Stiles exclaims, “I’ve saved your furry asses more times than I can count! Don’t tell me to just roll over and play dead!”

“Stiles!” Derek shouts, eyes burning red in full force for a moment until he can get it under control.

Stiles, while resolutely refusing to show any fear, has gone silent.

“Just…please,” Derek says. Begs, really. “Just stay safe for once, ok?”

Stiles considers him for a long long moment, before finally nodding tightly.

“Fine,” he says. “I’ll sit this one out. But if you or any of my friends get fired, I’m resurrecting you just so I can kill you again! You got it?”

Before Derek can reply, a fireball flies past him, and he turns to face their opponents, roaring in anger at full volume.

He can’t be sure, but it definitely sounds like Stiles is laughing in delight behind him. But he’ll worry about that when all these freaking firestarters are taken care of.

“What I don’t get,” Stiles says, tossing the basketball over to Scott without even trying for the net, “is why he still hates me so much. I mean, it’s been like 6 years. And now I can’t even spend summer break back home without the ‘grr, arg’ act!”

“Pretty sure that’s vampires, dude,” Scott says, tossing the ball back to Stiles, who catches it with a huff.

“Why are we even doing this?” Stiles asks. “Neither of us play basketball.”

“It was your idea,” Scott says, shrugging.

“I think I needed to be doing something manly while I had this embarrassing conversation,” Stiles says, clutching the basketball to his chest tightly.

“It’s not embarrassing,” Scott says, “you’re allowed to talk about your feelings. Even if you don’t know what they are yet.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles whines, “you take a year of 101’s and think you’re Dr. Phil!”

Scott scoffs. “Dr. Phil is a hack!”

“True,” Stiles allows.

“And Derek doesn’t hate you,” Scott adds, belatedly. “I think that might be the problem.”

“What does that even mean?” Stiles asks, exasperated. “He’s always brushing me off, or telling me to stay out the way, or questioning all my plans, like I’m not training with Deaton on top of literally going to school for law enforcement!”

Scott decides to switch tactics to try and get through.

“How long have you wanted to be a cop?” Scott asks.

“My whole life,” Stiles says. “Except for that summer I wanted to be a rock star.”

“We were awful,” Scott laughs. “And how long have we known each other?”

“Forever, dude,” Stiles says. “I don’t know, like 15 years or so?”

“Right,” Scott says. “And how long has it been since I got bitten?”

“Six years,” Stiles says. That one, he knows he’ll never forget.

“And how long have you been in love with Derek?” Scott asks.

“Five years,” Stiles says immediately, and then cringes with what Scott can only assume is his brain re-booting.

“So you see the problem now?” Scott asks, gently.

Stiles just nods slowly and hands the ball over to Scott, who has gotten much closer than he was a moment before.

“I think I do,” he says. “I need to go…like right now, I need to go and find Derek.”

“Yeah you do!” Scott says, clapping Stiles on the shoulder. “Go get him!”

Stiles laughs and shakes his head.

“I need to go apologize to him,” he says. “I must have been making him so uncomfortable with my feelings or chemo-signals or whatever other stuff werewolf-y noses pick up on!”

“I don’t think you need to do that,” Scott tries, but Stiles is already jogging off towards the Jeep and waving goodbye.

“So,” Stiles says as Derek opens the door. “We should talk.”

Derek looks at him warily, but moves aside to allow Stiles in anyway, closing and locking the door behind him. The new apartment is nicer and warmer looking than the loft, but he still doesn’t ever feel completely at ease.

Stiles kicks off his shoes and settles down on one side of the couch, folding his legs under him and leaning his back against the couch arm. After a pointed stare at both Derek and the other side of the couch, Derek rolls his eyes and goes to sit down, mirroring Stiles’ pose just to annoy him.

“I wanted to apologize,” Stiles says once he’s seated. And well. That was definitely not what Derek was expecting.

“For what?” Derek asks, smirking. “If it’s about the time you dropped my favorite mug and tried to convince me a rogue pigeon took it out… don’t bother. Nobody believed that.”

“I’m being serious here,” Stiles says, frowning. “And I am sorry about the mug. But that’s not what this is about.”

“Then what?” Derek asks, giving Stiles his full attention.

“I need to apologize for my like…everything,” Stiles says, waving a hand around as if to encompass his entire being. “I didn’t realize I was even doing it until it was too late, but I’ll try to stop from now on. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable anymore.”

“What are you even talking about?” Derek asks, bewildered and more than a little concerned at the tone of Stiles’ voice.

“The feelings!” Stiles bursts out. “The romantic-y type feelings! That are not reciprocated. Like, at all. I just… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh,” Derek says, suddenly subdued. “Those feelings.”

“Yeah,” Stiles says, wiping angrily at his eyes with the back of his hands and avoiding Derek’s stare.

“Maybe we should just not hang around each other for a while,” Stiles says, quietly.

Derek flinches back at that, but pulls himself together before his face can show just how much he hates that idea.

“If that’s what you think is best,” he says.

“I guess I do,” Stiles says, standing up and heading for the door.

Before he can get past Derek though, he finds himself stopped by Derek’s fingers around his wrist.

“Wait,” Derek says. “Please. Just, don’t run off.”

“I really don’t want to stay and humiliate myself further,” Stiles says, moving to wrench his arm away, but Derek’s grip stays tight.

“Is it really that humiliating?” Derek asks, looking oddly hurt. “I mean, I know you don’t feel the same way I do. But is it so awful that you think you need to run away?”

“I don’t want to put any pressure on you!” Stiles says, “not even subconsciously. You deserve way better than some scrawny asshole shoving his hormones in your face all the time!”

“What?” Derek asks, suddenly feeling like he’s completely lost the plot.

He drops his grip from Stiles’ wrist, and watches as it goes slack and falls to Stile’s side.

Stiles sighs deeply before squaring his shoulders and finally looking Derek in the face again.

“I’m fucking crazy about you, man,” he says, pausing to steel himself and take a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

Derek, however, is just looking up at him like is entire life has been a lie.

“You’re crazy about me?” he asks, incredulously. “Since when?”

“About twenty minutes ago,” Stiles replies. “Give or take about five years.”

“What.” Derek’s so shocked that he can’t even make it into a real question.

“I’m a little slow on the uptake sometimes, shut up,” Stiles says, crossing his arms against his chest defensively.

Suddenly, Derek is laughing. Full on, body-shaking, gasping-for-air laughing, head buried in his hands on his lap.

Stiles really isn’t sure what to do in this situation. He’s prepared for if Derek gets angry(retreating,) or if he gets mean(wolfsbane and then retreating), but no protocol for Derek melting down with laughter.

“I don’t know what’s happening here,” he says as Derek’s laughter starts to die down, “but I’m gonna go now. Thanks for not mauling me and all that.”

“No!” Derek says, standing up so suddenly that Stiles gets a little dizzy.

And then Derek is right there in front of him, green eyes shining from the tears of laughter, smiling at Stiles like he knows something that he does not.

Which, considering the way the day is going, Stiles imagines is entirely possible.

“I thought you were apologizing for not feeling the same way I do,” Derek says, finally, reaching out to rest one big hand against Stiles’ neck, cupping his jaw.

“I..I was,” Stiles says, shivering at the touch against his valiant attempt not to.

“Then you obviously have no idea how I feel about you,” Derek says, smiling in that way that always makes Stiles knees feel like jello.

“How do you feel about me?” Stiles asks, voice hoarse, “because I was under the impression that it was somewhere between hatred and reluctant ally most days.”

“I’m fucking crazy about you, too,” Derek says, and then he’s leaning in and all Stiles can do is meet him halfway for an incredibly sweet kiss.

“Hey,” Stiles says later, when the Netflix screen asks them if they’re still watching the show they haven’t seen a minute of.

“Yeah?” Derek asks, running his thumb under Stiles’ kiss-swollen lips and staring up at him with lust-hazed eyes.

Stiles grins, completely forgetting whatever he was about to say.

“Never mind,” he says instead, moving down to kiss Derek again. “This is way more important.”

Suffice to say, Derek agrees.

#daddy--oreo #stereksanta17 #*fic17 #*gifts17

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dalsethel · 7 years ago

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Hybrid: first bit

So... figured i’d post this here. I’m an amateur writer, and i honestly wasn’t sure where else to put it. @probablyhybridrpgideas, HERE IT IS!

All was quiet in my room. The predawn darkness was comforting, as were the sheets wrapped around my body. Then, my alarm clock went off. No matter how low I turned the damn things volume it always made my ears feel like they were on fire. Blessings of being an elf. I glared at the red numbers for a second before slamming my hand on the off button. Something looked off about my arm, but I couldn't quite place it. I dragged myself out of bed slowly, reluctant to leave the warm covers. It was winter, and i’d made the dumbass choice to not put on pjs after my evening shower. The cold air gave me goosebumps everywhere. I walked over to my dresser, pulling out a set of undies, not caring if the pieces matched. No one would see anyways. I noticed the dim light catching strangely all the way down my outer thigh and shin. Quickly fastening my bra in place, I walked over and turned my rooms light on. Darkvision can only do so much. It took a painful second for my eyes to adjust, and when they did… I was expecting that maybe i’d somehow gotten soap dried on to my leg, or that i was just imagining things. I was not expecting to have grown a thin coating of blueish-silver scales on my legs. I gasped and stumbled back, no idea what i was hoping to accomplish. Then I saw my arms. The scales covered the back of my hands and my forearms like a pair of gloves, continuing up to my shoulders, leaving the flesh closest to my torso exposed. I slowly turned and looked at my full body mirror. The scales covered about as much as video game female armor. I could have walked around buck naked and just looked like I was wearing a skimpy jumpsuit. Scales traced my brow, the ridge of my nose, my eyelids, thinner, more translucent ones coating my cheeks and forehead. My eyes were the same silver they’d always been, but the pupils were like triangles pointing down. I couldn't help it. “MOOOOOOOM!?”

A few minutes later I was downstairs, sitting across the table from my mom, holding a mug of hot chocolate. “Oh Brei… where do I begin? I mean, i'm sure you might have figured bits of it out but… Corellon, I never thought this would happen.” My mom sighed. I had actually figured a bit out. I’d never known my dad. Mom had always said he’d been stronger than any elf, and that wanderlust had taken him from us. “Argentum was… he was a dragon. Not the kind you tend to read about in stories, the ones that always hurt and hoard and burn. He was a metallic. A silver. His kind protect us from the chromatics.” I could feel my stomach churn just a little bit. It was one thing with a human, but how would you… I mean, the size… and they were like, animals…

“How…?’’ I gestured helplessly.

“When we met he was in a different form. He looked just like any other elf. He remained that way until he left.” That… sorta explained it. “Brei, I know you’re confused. Anyone with unusual heritage is when they find out. I wasn’t expecting this to happen either. You showed no signs for so long�� but that doesnt mean I wasn't prepared. How do you feel about getting your ears pierced?” I stared at her. Where did that come from?

“Uh… sure? I mean, i’m good with it but… why?” I internally facepalmed. I can talk just fine upstairs, but everything that comes out of my mouth… just... grr. Speaking of my mouth… something felt off there too.

My mom chose that moment to start talking again. “I had an earring made to hide any potential… beauty marks. I figured if they happened you would like to keep them hidden until you got adjusted.” The words didn't really register. I was too busy feeling out my mouth with my tongue. The tongue itself felt thinner, rougher, more maneuverable. I was also fairly certain my teeth were sharper. All of them, not just my canines. I stuck out my tongue, cringing a little bit at the long, forked sliver of flesh that came out. More came out than I intended and I quickly retracted it. Some deep part of me wondered what Val would think. “Brei, hello? Anyone home?” I quickly looked up at my mom. She looked extra concerned. “I saw that look. You’re worried about something.” She stared into my eyes, the emerald green seeming to expand slightly. “Anything or anyONE you want to tell me about?” I winced. Val and I had been dating three months and I had yet to tell mom we were anything more than friends. Damn mom radar.

“Well… you know Val, the drow i’ve brought over a couple of times? We’re… sorta…” She looked at me with slight disapproval. “Dating.” She stared at me witheringly and I shrunk back in my seat.

“Brei… you know our kinds relationship with drow. They slaughtered us by the THOUSANDS! Being friends is one thing but DATING!?” I shrunk back further. Suddenly her expression softened, the anger slipping away to reveal a slight smile. “Well, if that doesn't testify changing times, I don't know what does.” Waves of confusion washed over me. She was ok with it? But what was the…? Oh.

“Mom… you really need to stop messing with me like that. No-one finds it funny but you.” She smiled unrepentantly. I glared at her, feeling my eyes adjust in ways they hadn't before. She refused to back down, instead casually looking at the clock.

“Well, if you don't want to be any later to school, you best get dressed and let me take care of your ear.” She moved her hand through the motions of a conjuration and a slim needle of energy appeared. I stood and walked over. She stood and turned my head sideways before gently slipping the needle through my earlobe. I felt her slip the stud in, felt the slight tingle of illusion magic wash over me. It felt cold and vaguely wet. Mom smiled at me. “I decided to leave the eyes. Now, go get dressed, unless you want to make a major fashion statement at school.” I looked down at the mismatched graphic shirt and sweatpants i’d put on. Val had bought me the shirt as a joke. “My girlfriend worships Lolth” was emblazoned in red paint over the black cloth, replete with a graphic of an elven profile. I cringed internally. That probably tipped off the relationship to mom. I needed somewhere different to put that. I ran upstairs and pulled out some jeans. I looked in the mirror. The shirt fit nicely. It would probably look good with my leather jacket.... I decided to keep it on, quickly changing into the jeans and grabbing said jacket. What a rebel I was. I looked over at the mirror, making sure the earring worked fully. Just as mom said, it left the eyes untouched. I quickly grabbed a comb and straightened out my hair- which, now that I knew about my heritage, the blue color made a little more sense- put on some socks and my boots and raced downstairs.

There was a slight uneasiness in the car as we drove to my school. I could tell mom was worried, probably thinking about how I might be judging her life choices. She worries about stuff like that despite being a couple centuries old. Last month was her 250th birthday, a big thing for us elves. 150 years of being considered a full adult isn't anything to sniff at. Granted, legally we’re adults at 18, same as everyone else, but the old traditions still apply in most circles. As we pulled up to the drop off point, she sighed. “Be careful Brei. We don't know what else has changed. Worst comes to worst… try not to land yourself a murder or assault charge.” I looked at her. She was genuinely worried about me accidentally killing someone? No matter how strong you are, it’s hard to kill someone accidentally without the use of a weapon or magic, and both of those were hard to use accidentally. Granted, in the case of the latter, sorcerers were a thing that happened every now and then. Was she implying i might be a sorcerer? “Brei, it’s not getting any earlier.” Oh shit.

“Oh, right, byemomiloveyou!” I practically flew out the car door and up to the school doors. Ooh… flying… I was part dragon, maybe i’d develop wings. Wait a minute, since when was I getting used to this? And wouldn't having wings make getting dressed and stuff kinda hard? I pushed the door open and went into the front office. A human teen with dusky skin was manning the time stamp. He looked over at me, clearly bored.

“Third period.” he stamped a pass and handed it to me. I nodded to him and ran towards the F- section of the school. The school is pretty well organized. Each section was a letter of the alphabet, A on the east side of the school through F on the west side, 100’s on bottom, 200’s on top. Third period was an elective for me, Gods in our Time. It mostly went over the ways all the ancient gods like Lolth and Corellon had changed since the middle ages. Today we were supposed to cover the circumstances of the treaty drow had made with everyone else- which happened recently enough that there were black and white photographs of all three of the gods involved. I made it to the end of the hall, made a right turn, and flung open the door, just as the start of class bell rang. Val was sitting in her usual spot at the back of the class, keeping a spot open. I quickly took it. She looked at me oddly.

“Why’re you in such a rush? More importantly, where were ya this morning? I didn’ see ya in the library.” She had the oddest drawl, probably from watching too many westerns. I personally found it cute, but some of the teachers found it annoying. I looked at her.

“I uh… had some family stuff to take care of. Sorry I missed our usual meetup.” She narrowed her eyes at me- quite a vibrant shade of purple- before relaxing.

“Jus’ don't do it again, ‘less it’s important stuff.” She smiled warmly- not easy for a drow to pull off.

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jodiexists · 7 years ago

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So im in year 10 now and i found a bunch of my really old school books from when i was a lot lot younger and im here to share some of my favourite quotes ok here goes

- "Asleep on the couch there was a great big cucumber"

- "Shreik shreik shreik shreik shreik shreik shreik"

- "i grow grapes in the garden. This means that i get free grapes"

- "i fell down the stairs. This causes pain"

- "I try not to use big words, consequently, oh no! there i go again!"

- "Jesse Owens, the grandson of black slaves, became the first man to win four Olympic gold medals in the track and feild athletics. The German Nazi Party wre upset when he won them during the 1936 games. because they would have preferred the white, German athletes to have dominated. The German people understood that Jesse Owens was a hero and a true athlete"

(i only learnt about the Nazi Germany’s loss in the Olympics a week ago what the actual fuck how did i know all this i was like ten maximum.)

- " 'You don't scare us!' Jonah boasted swankily"

- "What a shame" said the voice evily"

- "Lets go and find out!" Letty shreiked excitedly"

- "other fuck" oh no wait its "Other facts"

21) write a correctly punctuated question beginning with the word below: Why_______________________________

- ”Why do you always blame me for your mistakes?"

i missed a comma in one question and the teacher put "grr.... Jodi!" in green im sobbing

please tell me "sillily" isnt a word please god tell me that isn’t a word

44) add a prefix to the beginning of each word to make it mean the opposite:

- anti religious

- illegitimate

- unimaginable

- innumerable (WHAT DOES INNUMERABLE EVEN MEAN)

WHAT WILL YOU REMEMBER ABOUT PRIMARY SCHOOL? - "I will remember the millions of practice tests and the effort i put into them, even if they weren't very important at all"

there was a big "farewell from friends..." and i crossed out farewell and wrote "'til the next time's"who even was i

HOW HAVE YOU CONTRIBUTED TO YOUR PRIMARY SCHOOL? - "i have always tried my best to shine and avoid being loud or annoying"

HOW DO YOU THINK YOU WILL FEEL ON YOUR LAST DAY OF YEAR 6 - "I'll cry all day and all night."

i seriously don’t think i was ok.

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thatothercosplayer · 7 years ago

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Secret Base Cafe Offensive Squadron THE MOVIE : The Great Akibahara Eradication Plan

The screen is black for a moment, before the Toei Company Logo fades in….only to get a stamp reading “Unofficial” in red ink above the kanji.

The logo grows and grows, before encompassing the screen. The shot pans down, revealing that the shot had been in a cloud...right above a certain district of Tokyo.

Akihabara....a vibrant, electric playground filled with arcades, manga, anime, and just about anything your average nerd could want. Here, otaku revel in their desires, living out their lives away from the rest of society.

The camera zooms down to street level, showing various shots of life in Akibahara. Maid cafes, retro game stores, manga stores, bustling crowds, bright gaudy electric signs......

Juxtaposed with this are the blue collar workers who help make this ‘paradise.’ Shop keepers, maids, bartenders....and even the salarymen who stay shut up in their offices, working nonstop.

These two realities co-exist, intermingling on daily basis.

However....

The camera pulls back out, showing a bird’s eye view of Akibahara.

....there is a place here that is host to a third reality. One of brave exploits, selfless sacrifice, and flashy heroics. It is rare....but occasionally, it collides with the two existing realities!

A man cries out, dropping his newly bought merchandise to the ground. It had been a rather large purchase- a vinyl statue he’d been eyeing for a while. It was a highly detailed figure of one of his favorite Gundam characters, Haman Karn.

But!

It was smoking. The paint had degraded to cheap variants that scraped off at the slightest touch. The vinyl was low quality and snapped as soon as it hit the ground.

He’d just been here on vacation. Had been wanting to visit for a while, when he saw his waifu. There was a spot in his display case back home that was just waiting to be filled by her. But it had been altered by...

....a frill-necked lizard monster who was painted in garish metallic colors that didn’t seem to shine any. His facial features were bleeding color, screaming of improper paint apps. He laughed, his tail dragging on the ground as he danced in place. He was wearing a singular metal chest plate that had a red star in the middle. His scales were green, fading into a eye-blinding yellow on his belly.

“Kyahahahahaha! I, Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage, have ruined your cameo in this movie! What do you think of that?!”

The man looked up. “Godzilla...how could you do this?!”

The lizard paused. “What? NO! I’m Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage! Just because we’re both lizards doesn’t mean I’m Godzilla!” He was furious now!

Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage advanced, ready to strike and end this man's life. However....

"WAIT!!!" A woman cried out.

"What?! Who's there!? Show yourself!!" The lizard demanded.

The camera pans up to a rooftop above the scene. On it, stands a woman dressed in formal business attire. Her hair was flowing in the wind. The sun was at her back, and she had her arms crossed.

"Foolish one, who doesn't know the emptiness of nerdom...purchases are to collect things you love! And those brave individuals who dare to make those purchases....are known as 'otaku'!"

The lizard monster looked up, holding up a hand to cover his eyes some. "Who would dare pull this at Akibahara?!"

The woman dramatically pointed. "Scum like you doesn't deserve to know my real name!"

The camera refocuses to reveal who it was- it was Ikura!

Ikura crosses her arms, then thrusts them outwards. “Chou kenzoku henka!”

In a flash of light, she was covered in a suit of crimson armor.

“Where’s there is dark, there’s light! Where there is evil, there is justice! I am the Armored Avenger, Kyusha!” Her armor shined dramatically in the direct sunlight, before she raised a fist.

Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage stumbled backwards. “Kyusha...! It can’t be!” He wailed.

“Neurevolver!” A slot on Kyusha’s right thigh opened up, ejecting a laser pistol. She caught it and leapt down. “Sharp Shot!” She fired several precise shots, which all struck the lizard monster, sparks erupting all over him as the lasers connected. He was tossed backwards, and Kyusha landed.

“Grr....I won’t be defeated so easily!” Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage declared as he pushed himself back up. He raised his arms and opened his mouth, spitting out fireballs at Kyusha. She rolled out of the way as they flew at her, the projectiles hitting the ground and creating multiple minuscule explosions.

“What, you think turning up the heat will stop me, Jirass!?” Kyusha cried out.

“That’s not my name!” Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage protested, stamping up and down. “Alright! Let’s see how you like this!” He leered, firing a laser beam from his eyes. Kyusha raised her blaster to return fire, but the beam hit the blaster, which made it heat up instantly.

She dropped it, and was shocked to see the Neurovolver had been transformed into a cheap knock-off! The metallic sheen it’d had before was gone, and a hastily molded in blue star crest on one side had been added. There was one on the other side, too, but it was unpainted. Multiple green stickers with lightning on them had been added on, reading “CRUSHER” in a big, garish font.

Kneeling down, she picked up the blaster, looking back and forth at the lizard monster and her blaster in shock. “O-oi! What did you do to my Neurevolver?!”

“Foolish human! You have now witnessed my true power! My Bootleg Beam is unstoppable! Tremble before me!” The lizard monster cackled, dancing in place again.

“Why....you...! Gomess, this is unforgivable!” Kyusha shouted.

“I told you, that’s not my name!” Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage yelled. “Why...just for that, you’ll see my other attack!” He held his arms up like he was flexing, and the out-of-place red star on his armor glowed, shooting out a star-shaped laser at Kyusha. “Chest Star!” He called.

The blast hit Kyusha, who was tossed away, rolling on the concrete some. She pushed herself up. “Oh...that’s it...you’ve done it now, buster!”

Standing up, she held up her right arm. “Stardust!” She cried out, a slot on her right shoulder opening up and firing out the handle of a laser blade. Catching it, Kyusha caught the blade. “Red King....! For not only attacking this man, and for ruining my blaster....I will destroy you!”

“STOP GETTING MY NAME WRONG!” Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage screeched at the top of his lungs, running at Kyusha, claws bared.

She ignited the laser blade, before running at Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage. “RUNNING RAZOOOR CRAAAASH!”

As Kyusha ran by, she slashed the lizard, getting sliced by his claws in return. The two paused after running past one another.

There was a tense moment.....before Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage began sparking and twitching. “No! Noooo! This can’t be!”

Kyusha posed as the lizard monster fell over, before exploding.

With Būtoregumitsubaisurushōhinfurirunekkutokage’s death, both the Neurevolver and the statue of Haman Karn were returned to their normal states...the statue was even repaired!

The man ran up to Kyusha. “Thank you for saving me! Can I get a picture with you?” He asked.

Kyusha deactivated the laser blade, returning it to her right shoulder. “...sure! Let’s do it!”

The end result was a picture of the two together, Kyusha holding up both her hands with two fingers in the ‘v’ shape.

The photo fades away, leading to a black screen, before the title flies in, chunk by chunk before emitting LASERS EVERYWHERE and flashing once just for good measure while the cast yells out the title.

-----

Later, Ikura arrived at where she’d been heading- the Secret Base Cafe. Normally her walk to work was pretty uneventful, but that was the first time a monster attack had ever happened on it. She had to admit, she was rather winded; running up all those flights of stairs to get to the roof of that building had been a lot of work, but it was worth it because she got to look cool.

Hikaru greeted her when she came in. “Welcome back, Chief!!” She cheerily said, saluting. She was wearing a UAOH uniform.

“At ease, soldier,” Ikura joked, taking her lab coat off the rack by the door and putting it on with a dramatic flair. She fixed her hair, before resting her hands on her hips. “Man, the pedestrian traffic this morning was pretty heavy. Some people got really angry- they were pretty monstrous!”

“Sounds like a lot of trouble,” Yuna said as she dusted the display shelves. She was cosplaying Mei from Zyuranger.

“Tch....I bet. The train was pretty packed this morning, too. It was pretty annoying,” Keiko grumbled. She was wearing Natsumi Shinohara (from Carranger)’s red jumpsuit, complete with cap turned backwards. As usual, she was stationed behind the bar.

“Well....those are just slight inconveniences, right?” Ikura asked. “Today should be pretty normal!”

Secret Base Cafe. Themed around the various Sentai throughout history, it pays tribute to the warriors who have protected Earth for over 40 years. Here lies our third reality. As you have seen, it is home to those who would risk their lives to protect the other realities of Akibahara....including the fourth reality- yours!

Ikura cleaned the inside of her ear with her pinkie. “Is it me or does this place seem a bit noisier than usual?” She asked.

“Probably just your imagination, Ikura,” Keiko said. “By the way....no need to help us get ready to open today. When I got here these two,” she gestured to Yuna and Hikaru, “had already done that.”

Ikura clasped her hands together. “Great job, ladies! That’s what I like to see!”

Yuna bowed. “Well, you know me, Hakase-san. I like to work hard.”

Ikura rubbed the back of her head. “I feel like....I’m missing something. Wasn’t there gonna be a comet flying past Earth today?” She asked.

“Oh! I think I know what you mean! You mean Bailey’s Comet, right?” Hikaru asked. “It’s supposed to fly over today at noon! Maybe we’ll get to see it and make a wish! Wouldn’t that be exciting?”

Ikura crossed her arms. “I dunno if we’d be able to see it, though.....the rest of the building on the street are rather tall,” she said. Thinking about it, she shrugs. “I’m sure someone will catch it on video or something,” she says dismissively. “Everyone’s got cameras on their phones, sooooo,” she trailed off.

Hikaru pouts. “Mou! I was hoping to see it! Hey, Chief, can I go see it on my lunch break?”

Ikura cocked her lips to the side. “Well....yeah, sure. I don’t see why not.”

Hikaru leapt up and down, clapping excitedly. Guys, she has a large chest. Just...think about that. If this was a real movie I’m sure there would be ten different GIFs of this exact moment at differing speeds, because boobies!!!

After she calmed down, Ikura rubbed the back of her head. “I’m starting to remember why I hired you,” she joked. In truth Hikaru’s skills and infectious attitude were part of why she got hired. The large breasts were just an added bonus.

“Anyways, I’m gonna head downstairs. I’ve got some work to do,” Ikura said. Heading over to a shadowbox containing a replica of the Greatest Treasure in the Universe (which...was a triforce, for some reason), she lifted it to reveal a lever. Pulling it opened up a section on the wall, revealing a elevator. Stepping in, Ikura headed down, to the lab where all the tech for Kyusha is held.

----

Meanwhile, in space....something sinister was headed towards the Earth. While it was true, Bailey’s Comet was going to be passing today, another cosmic object was on its way....

It was a large chunk of....something. It had been cobbled together from all sorts of matter, organic and artificial.

An ominous red light pulsated at its core before it entered the Earth’s gravity well, before being dragged down into the atmosphere.

It had its eye set on one location; while this entire planet radiated sin, there were one location it had its eyes set on....Las Vegas. Unfortunately, the Earth’s current location didn’t make it able to head to its original location so it settled for the next best thing.....Akibahara.

It crashed down into an empty back street, because civilian causalities make me sad.

Smoke rose from the crater as the camera swapped to a crane shot, This is how you know it’s serious! Slowly, the camera zooms in. In the center of the crater is a small rock, with a single slit in the middle of it.....the rock crumbles, revealing a solitary, crimson eye, with sickly purple flesh around it.

Suddenly, it opens.

----

It was midday when the press began to gather around the crater. Only one brave reporter dared to approach it....

He looked over his shoulder at his camera crew, who gave him a thumbs up. Hesitantly, he stepped forwards, before he reached the edge.....he peered over it, and disappeared in a flash of light!

The camera crew dropped their camera, and they disappeared, too- followed by everyone else on the street.

----

Meanwhile, at the cafe, in the Secret Base Cafe Secret Base, Ikura was checking to see if the Neurevolver was functioning properly. It had briefly been transmogrified via high frequency molecular structure altering instananeous light transmission (translation; a laser beam altered it into something shittier before getting reverted back). She had goggles on and was poking the various parts with some kind of diagnostics tool whilst starung back and forth at a super computer that took up the whole back wall.

She would glance back and forth between it now and again. She frowned. Nothing seemed to be wrong, but..

Pulling the goggles up, Ikura cocked her lips to the side. "Man....this bugs the crap out of me," she muttered to herself. Reaching up, she pulled the goggles off her head, before undoing the ponytail she'd tied up for work.

Setting down everything, she closed the pistol back up and returned it to its proper storage unit.

Quite suddenly, a window popped up on the main monitor. Quirking a brow, Ikura went over.

DIMENSIONAL SHENANIGANS DETECTED. CODE BEIGE.

"Oh, shit! Code Beige!" Ikura begins rapidly typing away on the keyboard, just like your average Hollywood Hacker.

"Just bypass the firewall, feedback loop the IP, hopskotch through the backdoor and....!" She hits enter, and throws her arms up in the air. "I'm in!"

The main monitor pulls up a news feed. It's a long shot of the crater, taken from down the street.

A newswoman was reporting on the scene. "...officials have declared that all citizens keep a berth of the crater due to the anamolous properties it displays. The whereabouts of the people abducted by it are unknown, but there is already speculation that...."

Another window pops up.

THAT WAS RATHER UNNECESSARY. YOU KNOW I AM CAPABLE OF TAPPING INTO SATELLITE FEEDS.

Ikura rolled her eyes, closing the window. "You know I progammed the First Law into you...that should have explained it perfectly!" She muttered.

I FAIL TO SEE HOW ASIMOV'S LAWS OF ROBOTICS APPLY.

"Not Asimov's Laws. My laws." Ikura said. "Law 1: Rule of Cool is absolute! Honestly, I don't even know why I programmed sarcasm into you!"

Hitting a switch, she powered off the supercomputer. Whatever. Returning to the elevator, she hit the button marked 'exit'. There was a bit of a shift as the elevator swapped tracks, before opening up into the staff break room. Stepping out, Ikura headed into the cafe. There was a bit more time for the movie to focus on her before she got everyone else involved, right?

"Chief!" Hikaru shouted. "I'm going on my lunch break! Bye!" She skipped out, heading out into the street before changing into her Raptoroid form and flying off.

Ikura nodded, even though it was...kind of late for that. Looking over to Keiko and Yuna, she stuffed her hands in her lab coat pockets. "Hold the fort down, ladies. I've got an errand to run."

Keiko quirks a brow. "You're not seriously going to that crater, are you?" She deadpanned. "We kind of need you not to disappear."

Ikura's eyes widened, and she pointed. "A-ah! How'd you know?!"

Holding up her phone, Keiko showed her Twitter. How's that for product placement? Can you say 'our budget ran out'?

"Everyone won't shut up about it. I know you, Ikura. You don't have me fooled." She shut her phone. "You're not going alone. I'm coming with you."

Yuna came over. "...um....I am too, Hakase-san. I can't let you hurt yourself."

Ikura dismissively waved. "It's a threat assessment, is all. If I get my ass handed to me, I'll come back and we can go fight it together, alright?" She grinned. "Besides! We're still in business hours! So I am heading out. Smell ya later!" She declared, rushing out the door.

“Hey! Wait!” Keiko called after her. She was about ready to jump over the bar when she noticed the time- it was about time to start serving alcohol. She cursed. Ikura had deliberately picked this time to go investigate this so she wouldn’t be impeded! “Heh...clever as ever. Don’t screw this up, Ikura,” she muttered to herself.

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Ikura arrived at the end of the street the crater was on to find it quite crowded. She sighed. Stupid gawkers! She tried to push her way into the crowd, but...well, when you’re 161 cm crowds are kind of a problem. She hopped up and down a couple of times to see over people’s shoulders, and that didn’t go too well, either.

She groaned. “Come on! Move! I wanna see!”

A man looked over his shoulder. “What? You should have been here first, then, shorty.” This person was rather rude!

Ikura put her hands on her hips and huffed. “Hey! Back off, man. I’m a scientist!”

That seemed to be enough to get him to...well, back off! “Oh! Sorry! I should have known by the lab coat.” He stepped aside, gesturing for Ikura to step through. “Thank you,” she said.

Moving the front of the crowd, Ikura went up to the police tape that had cut off the street. She could see the crater pretty clearly from here- it had stopped smoking a while ago, but now and again a flash of red light would come from it. Grabbing the police tape, she pulled it up, and stepped past, letting go of it.

“Hey, are you crazy?” Someone shouted. “You’ll disappear, too!”

“Life in your own hands, man!” Someone else said.

Ikura fixed her labcoat, and stepped forwards. Given the reports of disappearances, it was very popular the causation was dimensional in nature- perhaps, tearing open brief rips in the fabric of space-time and dropping the victims into pocket dimensions. But for now that was just a hypothesis.

The equipment the reporter crews had on them when they disappeared was still laying on the ground, some of it damaged from being dropped so suddenly. Ikura cocked her lips to the side. What a shame! Good equipment is hard to come by at a decent price. Someone was gonna get fired for this, she was sure.

Taking another step towards the crater, she reached into her lab coat and pulled out a small pocket device she’d invented. While she had made it around the same time Kyusha was created, this was the first time Ikura had ever really had to use this particular creation. It was able to measure dimensional fluxes, energy fields, and detect foreign bodies not native to Earth. She called it the Birute...mainly because Tricorder was already taken.

Flicking it on, she tapped a few of the buttons on it before raising it.

Just as she’d suspected, there was some kind of dimensional flux going on here- the people who had disappeared were still very much alive, if that was the case. However, she couldn’t get a lock as to where they’d been taken. There were trace particles left over from the energy burst created when they were abducted, but nothing that could indicate a potential destination.

Furthermore, whatever was in the crater was definitely not from Earth. Kind of obvious given the situation, as that wasn’t that function’s intended purpose. Atop that, it was something she already knew.

Sighing, Ikura flicked it off and tucked it back in her coat. Looks like the hands-off approach she was going for wasn’t going to work. Turning on her heel, she glanced at the curious onlookers. “Do any of you know about how far down the street I would have to go before I would be taken away?” She asked.

There were a few moments of disarray as everyone talked it over, and no one was quite sure. The general vicinity of the crater seemed to be the most prevalent idea.

Running a hand through her hair, Ikura couldn’t help but laugh. None of these people were witnesses- how could they know? At the very least, they’d tried to help. She could give them that much.

Turning back around, she began carefully pacing towards the crater. The stability of the street was in question here, so there was no such thing as being too careful.

Ikura was about 6 yards away from the crater when smoke began billowing out of it. She paused, tensing up.

The lights that had been flashing periodically in the crater were now swirling wildly, giving it a surreal look.

Suddenly, a hand reaches up to grab the edge. It pulls itself up, revealing a misshapen, anomalous head with a solitary red eye rising above the edge of the crater, the pupil looking around before staring at the camera.

Ikura quickly entered a ready stance as the onlookers backed off a bit from the police tape.

Another hand reached up to the edge of the crater, and more of the body was revealed. It was a crude, cobbled together figure; patches of organic matter could be seen holding together, with the rest of its body being made out of asphalt and street signs it had taken from the area the meteor had landed in. Other eyes were scattered around its body, their gaze transfixed in various directions.

“What the hell...?” Ikura said. She’d fought plenty of monsters before, but this one had...something else to it.

The eye on the head swirled wildly around, taking in its surroundings, before locking on Ikura. The creature raised its right hand, pointing a gangly, misshapen finger at her. “Delete.....”

It stepped forwards. “....delete!”

Ikura quirked a brow. What did it mean by that?

Outside of the most obvious answer and that it wanted to kill her, of course.

The creature charged, and Ikura dodged its first swing with its left arm, punching it in the chest....before pulling it back and shaking her hand. It was like she was punching concrete! It swung again, and she sidestepped, kicking at its chest instead. The creature merely stumbled back, seeming nonplussed and attacking again.

At this point the onlookers were cheering her on- this scientist lady sure had a lot of facets to her! “Yeah, get ‘em!” One of them called out.

This creature, at least from what Ikura observed- was acting instinctively. It was perceiving her as a threat- but why!?

“Dammit! Scientific observation isn’t easy when your subject of study is trying to kill you!” She shouted out in frustration. Leaning backwards to avoid a rather wide swing, Ikura looked at the creature again. There were those fleshy parts! Maybe hitting those would be effective?

Moving in, she punched the eye on the creature’s breast. It felt...really gross! Very squishy and definitely organic. The creature howled. That seemed to have some effect on it!

It swung once more, enraged, and Ikura backflipped to avoid it and create some space. She did a handspring off the asphalt once she came down, and landed in front of the crater. “Alright! That’s enough messing around!”

Ikura crosses her arms, then thrusts them outwards. “Chou kenzoku henka!”

In a flash of light, she had been covered in the armor of Kyusha, which glimmered in the sunlight. “Alright, ugly, let’s throw down! Stardust!”

A slot on her right shoulder opened up, revealing the hilt of a beam saber. It fired out, and Kyusha caught it, igniting it as the slot closed. “Toh!” She leapt forwards, landing and slashing against the creature’s chest. Sparks flew as the attack connected, and it howled in pain as the eye on its chest was split down the middle.

It stumbled backwards, wound smoking, before standing upright. Some of the asphalt on it began shifting, covering the eyes and organic bits. It was now completely covered, with no way to get directly at the eyes or flesh. Even the eye on the head was partially covered.

“So, that’s how it is, huh?” Kyusha asked. “Okay! Change Beta!” She thrust a hand up in the air, the armor lighting up before being consumed in a blue light. It dissipated, and the armor had become bulkier and even changed color. Kyusha was now Mode Beta, and was a bit stronger as a result.

Stepping forwards, she held up a fist to ready an attack. The creature did likewise, throwing a punch. Kyusha countered with one of her own. The punches collided, a small shockwave being sent out from the impact.

“Boson Chopper!” She called out, her left arm igniting in azure energy. Kyusha performed a mighty cross chop across the creature’s chest. The chest exploded, the creature getting tossed to the ground.

“Did it work?” She asked.

As the smoke cleared, the creature pushed itself back up. Despite Mode Beta’s immense physical strength, there was no damage to the integrity of the asphalt and signs holding the monster together.

“What?! How?” She huffed. Fine then! If Mode Beta didn’t work, it was time for something else! Kyusha thrust her arm up in the air again. “Change Gamma!”

This time, the armor became covered in green light, molding to Beta’s form, then causing the profile of it to slim down. The light dissipated and this time she had changed into Mode Gamma, the lighter, faster form. Rolling her shoulders, Kyusha popped her knuckles before running forwards.

“Emerald Stamp!” She stopped in front of the creature, repeatedly kicking it with one leg ala Chun-li in Street Fighter. She spun on her left heel, then began performing repeated roundhouse kicks to it. “Orbital Round!”

The creature stood still as a statue as this assault happened, sparks flying off it with every hit.

Kyusha finally finished, landing her last blow. The creature stared for a moment, before swinging at her with one arm. She dodged to one side, but it held its other arm out. Since she was already committed to that direction, the momentum carried her right into it, and she slammed into it hard.

The armored heroine was tossed to the ground, wind knocked out of her after such forceful impact. Not only was it resisting her, it was analyzing her!

Pushing herself up, she punched the ground. What was this thing?!

It stepped forwards, looking down at her. “....pathetic human.”

Kyusha looked up. “What?!”

The creature stomped on her back. “You....are a sinner. We will erase your sin.” It dug its foot in.

“Aaaggh!” Kyusha writhed as her suit sustained damage, the OS giving multiple warnings in her helmet about the structural failures that were being created as more force was being brought down upon her.

The creature spread its arms. “You humans may refer to us as ‘N.’ We have arrived on this awful planet to cleanse it of its sins, starting with this hive of filth.”

Kyusha was trying to push herself off the ground, despite the armor beginning to lock up and cease functioning as the damage became greater. “I....hnngh....aaaagh!” She yelled out in pain as the weight of the foot on her became greater. How was it increasing its volume?!

“I can’t let you do that! This is my home!” Kyusha declared. “Change Beta!”

Her armor flashed blue, and very quickly Gamma was replaced with the more armored Beta once more. The damage on this one was much more sustainable!

Kyusha began pushing upwards, using every ounce of strength she could. “I won’t...” She grunted, getting leverage with one knee. The force of N’s foot was still weighing heavily on her. “....just stand by...” She got more leverage with her other knee. “...and let that happen!”

Finally, she had enough leverage to buck N off, and pushed herself to her feet, clutching her side.

N quickly landed on its feet, before looking at the state its adversary was in. It was pretty clear who had the upper hand right now- and it wasn’t her. Turning around, it looked at the crowd, who had gone silent.

“A lot of sinners, all waiting for their judgement...” It waved its hand, and they all disappeared.

“Where did you send them?!” Kyusha demanded.

N slowly turned around. “To a proper world...” It ran forwards and kicked Kyusha, knocking her over. N went to stomp on her again, but she rolled out of the way. Mode Beta wasn’t as fast as the other two forms, but it was fast enough to react. “Change Alpha!” She cried.

Kyusha was consumed in crimson light as she returned to her base mode. Alpha had taken little to no damage, so it was most ideal. She was starting to feel the beating she’d been handed- her whole body was sore.

For now, the best plan of action would be to retreat...but she needed something to take with her! N had proven resistant to all her attacks so far. It was time to bring out the big guns!

“Stardust! Starcrusher!” Getting to her feet, she caught the two beam sabers, and quickly plugged their ends together before igniting them both. “Star Collider!”

She held the weapon out to her side, bringing up her other hand to her helmet. Kyusha pressed two fingers to her temple. “Hyper Scan!”

A red bar begin to slide across Kyusha’s visor as she analyzed N, a stream of information going up the side of the HUD as various lines jumped out to point out various features of the creature.

N watched in curiosity. This was a setback in its plan, but once this....game, it supposed, was done, it would go back to its purpose.

Finally, all the information stopped and pointed out a single place on N’s body- below the left breast. “Alright!” Kyusha declared. She readied Star Collider, and two bright red eyes appeared in her visor.

The camera cut to Kyusha standing in front of the background of a solar eclipse. She whirled the Star Collider about twice, before holding it out sideways.

“Gemini!” She slashed once.

“Slider!” She slashed again, the solar eclipse going supernova as she shot forwards.

“Crash!!” She yelled out, slashing one last time as she passed N.

She appeared on the other side of him, posing. N seemed unaffected at first...before multiple explosions erupted from the very spot Kyusha had targeted, chunks of its body flying off. N fell to its knees, before pushing itself up. It was time for it to retreat, too!

Kyusha caught the chunk that had been flying towards her, and deactivated the Star Collider. N returned to its crater in a hurry....and Kyusha fell to her knees, as well, the transformation deactivating. The safety measures in the suit had kicked in right as a cloud rolled in, thunder booming overhead.

Ikura panted, using her free hand to brace herself. The right corner of her lips was bruised, and she had a few cuts on her face. At the very least, she’d procured a sample.

A drop of rain hit the ground in front of her, followed by another one....before the skies opened up and a torrential downpour came down.

Ikura picked herself up, holding the sample close and clutching her side. It was time to get back.

----

Ikura stumbled into the Secret Base Cafe, completely drenched. She still had the sample taken from N clutched close to her body.

“Chief!” Hikaru cried out, running over to catch her and helping her over to a table. Keiko and Yuna paused what they had been doing, and left their stations to gather around their boss.

Ikura sat down, resting on the table and setting the sample on it. She slammed her fist into the table. “I’ve never fought...someone so tough,” she panted. “They’re gonna....!” She moved to push herself up and winced when she felt the wound on her back flare up.

“Hakase-san! Take it easy!” Yuna urged, moving to make her sit back down. “What’s going on?!”

Keiko was already scrolling through twitter. She could see some pictures of Kyusha fighting....something. Sighing, she flipped her phone shut and tucked it away. “Dammit, Ikura. What are we gonna do with you?” She asked, sitting down. “Oi, Yuna. Fix some tea!”

Yuna saluted. “Hai!” She ran to the bar, beginning to whip together something herbal that could help ease the pain.

Resting her elbows on the table, Keiko leaned in. “Oi, Ikura. What’s going to happen?”

Ikura, who had calmed down a bit at this point, gestured at the sample she’d taken. “This... ‘N’ guy....said something about...cleansing sin. They’ve been abducting people, or something...I can’t....figure it out. All I know is they’re bad news. We’ve got to stop them.”

Pushing herself up, Ikura grabbed the sample and headed back over to where elevator down into the Actual Secret Base was. Keiko went to grab her and stop her. “Hey! Knock that off! You’re not gonna be doing anything in that state!”

Ikura shoved her away. “Dammit! Just listen for a fucking second!” She yelled, causing everyone to pause. Hitting the button to call the elevator up, the Hakase leaned against the wall. “I appreciate the concern. But this isn’t the time to rest. If we don’t do something...that guy will...!”

The wall opened, revealing the elevator. “If you wanna help, come on!” She stumbled into the elevator.

Hikaru followed her, grabbing Ikura and making sure she was gonna stay standing. Keiko rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and also stepping in.

Yuna paused, looking at the unfinished tea, before sighing. Sometimes her boss was a handfull! She cleaned up quickly then ran in after them.

----

After a bit of convincing, Ikura finally agreed to at least let Yuna do first aid.

Ikura’s bra, blouse, lab coat and jacket were all hanging off the chair in front of the main computer. Ikura was standing over her work table, looking at the damaged Mode Gamma. Bandages had been wrapped all the way around her abdomen, up around her chest, and behind her shoulders. She was completely covered, for the most part. though some of her abs were still showing. They weren’t...super ripped, but Ikura was fit, for certain. This was bad- the damage to the suit was extensive. This would require intensive repairs...which she didn’t have the time for. Hitting a button, the section of the table Gamma was resting on receded, before a lifting up to reveal that it and the other two modes of Kyusha were in one giant storage block. It rotated around to Beta, which rose out of its side before the table settled back in, retracting the other two sides to fit.

Beta...wasn’t as bad. It could use some quick repairs and be in good shape, but...right now Ikura just couldn’t focus on that. Pulling up her goggles, she sighed, setting down her tools.

Moving over to a work station that Keiko was seated at, she looked over her shoulder. “Any luck?” She asked.

Keiko looked up. “Yeah. There was a bit of exposed flesh.”

She had already extracted a smaller bit of the sample Kyusha had blown off of N, and put it on a slide. Currently, she was examining it under a microscope. “You might wanna see this.” Keiko swiveled her chair out of the way, and Ikura pushed her hair back over her shoulders. She didn’t have time for a pony-tail, like she’d normally do when she was working.

She looked down at the microscope, and gasped. “What...!? Those..”

“Yeah.” Keiko said.

Thousands and thousands of cells, with eyes just like the one on N, were wriggling around. “Man, why do cells from outer space always have to look super evil?”

Keiko furrowed her brow. “I’m sorry, what?”

Ikura stood up, moving over some and leaning against the worktable. “Well, in the movies, whenever a scientist looks at like...a zombie virus, or a sample, the cells they discover always look super evil. Like, there’s spikes on them, and they’re really darkly colored, and impale other cells and shit. This isn’t that much different, it just looks menacing.”

The other woman crossed her arms. “...I see what you’re getting at. That is weird.”

“Right?” Ikura said, grinning.

Meanwhile, over at the main computer, Yuna was monitoring the activity in the crater. Things seemed to be quiet...for right now, at least.

Ikura called over to her. “Anything?” She asked.

“Not that I can tell,” Yuna answered, tapping a few keys and doing a few other kind of scans. “It’s still active, but there haven’t been any spikes or surges.”

“Weird.” Ikura rubs her chin. “So, Keiko, tell me what you think of this. While I was fighting N, I heard it refer to itself as ‘us’ and ‘we’. What if...”

“...it’s a hive mind?” Keiko finished. “So, it’s not just some random alien...it’s aliens, plural?” She asked.

“Maybe. I just...don’t understand why a body of organisms like that would feel the need to ‘delete’ and ‘cleanse’ things of sin,” Ikura thought out loud. “It doesn’t make any sense.” She tapped her chin, biting her lip some. “Hey, Hikaru! You get anything from that combat data?”

Hikaru looked up from another part of the main computer. “Well, chief, I’ve got a few things, but I’m gonna have to hear your opinions on them,” she stated.

“Alright!” Ikura went over, resting on the computer some. “Whatcha got?”

“Well, I was a bit interested how it was able to resist your attacks...the ‘evolution’ it displayed makes sense with the nature of its cellular makeup, but the way it reinforced its skin...well....” She tapped a few keys, bringing up some of the footage from Kyusha’s perspective. She slowed it down, highlighting a few areas on N’s chest. “I think the way it was able to be so tough was that its cells kind...enrooted themself in the matter it absorbed to construct that body, and like...it reinforced itself, or something?” Hikaru didn’t sound too sure of herself. “That’s really all I’ve got....”

Ikura smiled, patting the girl’s head. “You did good, kid.” Going back over to the table Beta was resting on, she grabbed her blouse and put it on, not really bothering to button it up. She put on her lab coat, sticking her hands in its pockets. “Alright, team. Here’s the plan. We’re gonna hit the crater while it’s dormant, and give it everything we’ve got. That pocket dimension it’s got is our main priority- we’ve got to save everyone trapped in it first before we kill this bastard. How’s that?”

Keiko sighed, resting on the table. “Sounds stupid, but....not much else we can do.” She nodded. “I’m in.”

Yuna nodded. “Me too! We can’t let N get outside of Akibahara...we have to stop it before it gets too powerful!”

Hikaru salutes. “I’ll follow ya to the ends of the Earth if I have to, chief! You can always count on me!”

Ikura grinned. “Heh...I’m glad I’ve got friends like you guys. Alright! Let’s go!”

With that, the four left....and, right after the Actual Secret Base became empty, an alert popped up on the main computer.

WARNING! ENERGY SPIKE DETECTED! WARNING! CODE RED! WARNING! ENERGY SPIKE DETECTED! WARNING! CODE RED! WARNING! ENERGY SPIKE DETECTED! CODE RED! WARNING...

----

Meanwhile, back at N’s crater, it had already begun to draw in more matter. It had clumped up into a spherical form, energy crackling around it as it drew in more and more. It was growing- and rather rapidly at that.

To the point that, when the four arrived outside the Cafe, the entire street was covered in shadows. “What’s going on?” Yuna asked. She looked around, then looked up, gasping. “Um...guys...”

The others looked up, to see that already, N had grown taller than most buildings in the city. And, from the constant flashing lights around it, it was sending more and more people to its pocket dimension. Smoke was rising from various parts of Akibahara.

“Holy....” Ikura began.

“....shit,” Keiko finished.

Everyone exchanged glances, before nodding and running towards N. It was do or die time. There was no turning back.

As they drew closer, the streets got more and more ravaged- rubble from buildings, overturned cars, signposts, you name it- Akibahara wasn’t looking too good.

As they ran forwards, the four disappeared in a flash of light.

----

The lights surrounding Ikura were overpowering, making her the only discernible thing in frame. There was loud ringing- as if she’d just been right by a massive explosion without any protection. She opened her eyes, the shot moving to a POV camera as she rolled over. As her eyes focused, she looked around.

Another day, another morning. She looked over, out her windows- the sun was shining right in them. Ikura raised a hand to her eyes. “Uuugh...” Sitting up, she sighed. Stupid sun. Crawling out of bed, she opened the door from her bedroom and went into the living room. She could see the kitchen from here; her father was at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. Her mother was fixing breakfast. “Mornin’,” Ikura said groggily, yawning.

Mother looked over. “Good morning, honey! About time you woke up. Your boyfriend’s going to be here in an hour.”

Ikura’s eyes widened. “Oh, crap! Really? Gah!” She scrambled back into her room. “I’m not ready!”

She slammed the door behind herself, and ran to the dresser. She had to look good for him! They were going to go out on a date to Osaka today.

She paused.

Why...didn’t this feel right? They’d been going steady for a while, and she was planning to move out once she got a promotion at the office. Furrowing her brow, Ikura set the clothes she was going to get down and turned around, going over to the window.

Was it just....the way that she’d woke up that had her feeling off?

----

Yuna sat up on the couch, looking around. Had she fallen asleep out here again? She looked down. There were blankets on her.

She smiled. “Kei-kun,” she whispered to herself. He must of put these on her when he came back from work last night! Throwing her blankets off, Yuna stretched. Time to get dressed. She had errands to run! Going to the bedroom, she could see Kei’s side of the bed was empty. Where was he?

Hearing the door open, she peeked out of the bedroom. “Yunachii~! I brought you some breakfast!” A handsome man called.

“Ah! Kei-kun! Arigato!” She left the bedroom, going over to him and wrapping her arms around him. She stood on her toes and pecked Kei’s lips before pulling away and taking her breakfast. Peering into the bag, she grinned. “Omurice? Really?” Yuna asked with a laugh.

“Well, I felt like spoiling you this morning,” he said with a chuckle.

Going to the kitchen, Yuna grabbed a fork. “Well, I love it!” Sitting down, she clapped her hands together. “Itadakimasu~!” With that she took a bite out of it. “Hmm...it could use some ketchup. Kei-kun?” She asked.

“Hai!” He went over to the fridge, pulling out the bottle and squeezing some out on his fiancee’s breakfast. “How’s that?” He asked.

Yuna took another bite, and paused.

Suddenly, she...felt light-headed. She shook her head some, trying to make it go away.

“Yunachii? Are you alright?” Kei asked. Yuna contemplated her answer, before nodding. “Hai. Just...still waking up, is all,” she said dismissively. That wasn’t the truth. Something felt funny.

----

Keiko knocked on the door to the apartment. “Reiko! Are you in there?” She asked.

“Hold on!” She heard from inside. There was the sound of someone running to the door before it opened to reveal someone that looked exactly like Keiko. “You’re here a bit early!” She said.

“Yeah, well, it’s been a year or so since I last saw you. I got excited.” Keiko shrugged. “You gonna let me in? It’s pretty cold out here.”

“Oh! Right! Come on in!” Reiko stepped out of the way, and Keiko entered. She began removing her coat, hanging it on a coat rack after closing the door behind herself. “So, how’s the new place?” Keiko asked.

“Well, it’s pretty nice. Plenty of room. Lots of places for the cats to hang out.” Reiko laughed. “You know how they are.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Keiko said with a chuckle. She finished removing her coat and looked at Reiko. “So, where’s that photo album you found while you were moving out, huh? I wanna see it!”

“Wow, right to it? You’re being unusually impatient today!” Reiko teased. Keiko stuck her tongue out in response. “I’ll go get it. Just wait in the living room for me, okay?” Reiko asked. Keiko gave a thumbs up and went to go lean against the sliding door to look out at the rest of Sapporo. She was glad she’d moved to Tokyo- while snow was something she was used to, given she grew up with it her whole life, but after all that time she’d wanted to get away.

The glass felt cool against her face......maybe too cool, because she began feeling light-headed. Backing away some, she rubbed her temples. “C’mon...you’re from up here. You can handle a bit of cold,” she muttered to herself.

But....that didn’t quite feel like what it was.

----

Hikaru looked over her shoulder at her wings. The down on it was nice and soft, a rather pleasing golden yellow. They’d finally finished growing. Well, at least for now. In another twenty years or so they’d start growing again, but she’d finished maturing!

“What do you think?” She asked her family. Her mother nodded. “You look beautiful honey. Your colors remind me of your father when he was your age. Isn’t that right, dear?”

“Un. But I’d like to think mine were more intense! Hot and passionate, like fire!” He said. The three laughed. E5 Raptor had had a bit of unrest after Zangyack attacked, but the occupation was going over rather well. Things had finally gone back to normal, save for the constant presence of Gormin and Sugormin trying to sniff out the resistance.

The only downside was that it’d put a damper on her transfer to go study on Earth. Zangyack had shut down all immigration, on-world and off.

Though...she supposed she was fine with being here. This was her home. Why should she leave the nest?

Hikaru paused. Why....why was she so light-headed?? Something wasn’t right.

Was it just Zangyack’s occupation was getting to her??

Maybe that was it.

----

Ikura continued to stare out the window. This...this wasn’t right. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something wasn’t right. She was sure of it.

Hearing a knock on her door, she heard her father. “Ikura? Are you in there?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m getting dressed, don’t come in!” She said.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” he said.

She hadn’t heard his voice in years. They hadn’t spoken to each other. Furrowing her brow, Ikura leaned up against the glass. Why was it that had happened again??

A sharp headache made itself known, and she gripped her bookcase. This wasn’t right...! She stumbled out into the living room. “Hey! Old man!” She shouted. “Why am I living here again? I have my own place!”

His father glared at her. “You’ve always lived here!” He said back.

“No I haven’t! What is this?” She asked. “You kicked me out right before I left for college! Why was that?”

“I never did such a thing!” He insisted.

“Shut up! Answer me!” She yelled.

“You live here! You’ve always lived here! That’s final!” He yelled back.

“I don’t believe you!” Ikura had her fist clenched. The headache was getting really strong- it was becoming practically unbearable. Her head was throbbing.

“Old lady! What about you?!” She demanded.

“Honey, please, don’t fight with your father,” her mother demanded.

“No! You’re hiding something from me!”

Things were starting to distort. She was right! This wasn’t real....what was going on?! Ikura continued to press. “What are you hiding?!”

“That’s enough!” Her father stepped forwards and he swung at her. She caught it, and the camera panned over to Ikura. She was smirking.

“A bit eager to silence me, are you?” She said coolly.

“Stop misbehaving...your boyfriend is going to--”

Ikura tossed him away, the old man landing on the kitchen table and falling through it.

----

Yuna sniffed the air. Everything...this was her apartment, back in Tokyo, but....it didn’t feel right. Her instincts, her inner wolf that RJ and the others had trained to help her be more in tune with, they were going nuts.

Something was off.

She stood up.

“Kei.” She said, looking over at him. “When did we get engaged?” She asked.

“Well, about two months ago-” He said

“No!” She declared. “We didn’t get engaged.”

“Yeah we did,” he insisted. “Yunachii, what are you talking about? I’ve got my engagement ring right here!” Kei held up his hand. Yuna looked down at her hand. She had an engagement ring on, too.

She frowned.

“This is wrong.” She brought her other hand up, slipping it off her finger and slamming it on the table. There was an anxiety creeping up in the back of her mind; a fear. It was his presence. Kei was doing this to her and she couldn’t understand why. But it was wrong. She knew that much. “You’re not in control of me anymore,” she started. “You think you are, but I’ve gotten stronger.”

“Yuna, shut up...” Kei said.

“Make me, then!” She spat back.

“I will!” He moved in to smack her, with enough fury to knock her down if it connected. She dodged, countering and grabbing his wrist and twisting it. “I...I’m afraid of you. I’ll admit it. But I’m not running.” She bared her teeth. “I’m not letting you control me anymore!” She declared, kicking him in the gut and knocking him across the room.

----

Keiko turned around as Reiko came into the room. She stared at her.

Reiko looked...a bit weirded out by this. “Why....are you looking at me like that...?”

Keiko narrowed her eyes, going over to Reiko. She grabbed her shoulder. “Reiko....you’re supposed to be dead.”

“What are you talking about?” Reiko asked. “I’m right here. I’m pretty sure I’m alive.”

“No. You died. I remember it.” Keiko frowns. “You’re not her. Stop lying to me.”

“Keiko, what are you--”

“Stop talking and tell me the truth. Right now.” She’s glaring. This isn’t right.

Reiko moved Keiko’s hand off her shoulder and stepped back. “Quit acting weird....you’re starting to scare me.” She set the photo album down. “Didn’t you come to see this?” Her twin asked.

“No. I never came here. Because you never bought this!” Keiko kicks over the coffee table. “Tell me what’s going on. Now.”

Reiko stands up. “What the hell?! That’s my furniture!”

“I don’t give a shit!” Keiko angrily declared. “You’re not Reiko!”

----

Hikaru paused. No....no. She left. She could remember it. She could remember the fire, she could remember....she shouldn’t have her down! Why are her natural wings here...!?

“Weren’t you with the resistance?” She asked.

Both her nestparents paused. “What...?” They said in unison. “That’s asking to be executed by Zangyack. You know we wouldn’t do that- that’d endanger you!”

“You did it because you cared about me!” Hikaru said, raising her voice. “You paid to get my wings replaced....when...when they got cut off in the attack!” Her voice was shaking. She was starting to remember. The pain....! “You’re not my real nestparents...” The Raptoroid pointed an accusing talon at them. “I don’t know what’s going on....and I wanted to like it. But...this isn’t right! This isn’t right!”

One of them stepped forwards. “Stay away!” Hikaru yelled, slashing at them. It hurt. They looked like her parents. They sounded like them. But this wasn’t them.

----

Ikura dusted her hands off. “I don’t have a boyfriend. I haven’t had one since I realized I wasn’t into boys.” She crossed her arms. “You kicked me out because I came out to you. I did that right before I left because I had somewhere to go. I don’t care for either of you.”

Her father got up, and he ran at her again, she kicked at him, tossing him into the wall. The ‘boyfriend’ came in. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” He shouted.

“You’re not real! None of you are! I live on my own, I have a girlfriend who I’d go to hell and back for, and I certainly don’t deal with your bullshit anymore!” She shouted. The world around her began to crack and splinter, before it shattered like glass. White light flooded the area. Ikura had crossed her arms. The outfit she’d been in when she woke up was gone- she was back in her usual ensemble, sans coat. Her blouse was still opened to reveal the bandage. “Who the hell do you think I am!?” Her lab coat billowed as her expression intensified.

Her parents tossed off their clothes, revealing two of the monsters the Akibaranger had defeated in the past- Seitakaawadachisouhidenagaaburamushi and Shibuyakouzorinahigenagaaburamushi! The fake boyfriend did the same, revealing Monzennakachōhashibirokō!

----

“You abused me,” Yuna accused. “You hit me, you bullied me, and you told everyone how awful I was. You gaslit me, and I left.” Her voice was shaking. She wanted to run. She wanted to get out of here. But she was going to stand and fight.

She’d grown without him. She’d become stronger. Thanks to her family- both at Jungle Karma Pizza and the Secret Base Cafe. “Don’t give me any of this...any of this...” She inhaled. “....any of these fucking lies! I don’t want any of it! I don’t want anything to do with you! If you’d ever really loved me like you said you did, you wouldn’t have done any of that to me!”

The world began to crack and splinter. Kei stood up. “I hated you!” He hissed. “Never submissive. Always resisting. You’re useless. You were then, you are now. Useless, worthless, disgusting waste of space!”

“NO!” She yelled. “I’m not! I’m not useless! I’m not worthless!” Yuna held up her sheathed sword, which had been hidden from her until now. “And this is why! This is how I know! All my friends...no...! My family! They’ve helped me grow through this! And I won’t let you stifle me anymore!”

The world finally burst into light, and Kei shattered, revealing Kabukichōmesugurohyoumonchou!

----

Keiko turned over another armchair. “Quit fucking lying to me! You’re posing as her!” She grabbed the collar of ‘Reiko’, and held her up. “She’s dead. I know she is. I was at her grave earlier this year. I’m sick and fucking tired of people trying to use her memory against me. If you want to hurt me, fight me! Stop hiding behind smoke and mirrors like a coward!” She tossed Reiko across the room, and landed on the counter, sliding off it and hitting the floor in the kitchen.

The world was breaking up, splintering like glass.

Shimokitazawahoya stood up from where Reiko had been.

-----

Hikaru slashed at both her ‘parents’ - this was wrong. This was wrong! “No...no! I live on Earth now! You helped me escape there after the surgery to replace my wings!” She lashed out at them. “You’re not them! You’re not my family!”

Their identities shredded away to reveal Tsukishimaalpaca and Asakusaalpaca!

The alien home broke up, and shattered, the light becoming so intense that it washed out everything else. The same happened for Ikura, Yuna, and Keiko.

They were all kicked out into a rock quarry, and a familiar one at that. The four landed on a ledge above all their adversaries.

Ikura’s fist was shaking. She was furious. “To take advantage of our memories and lie to us...! Not even that! To ‘fix’ our lives, and make them ‘ideal’!” She raised it. “UNFORGIVABLE! Your perversion of everything I’ve done to get to here....no! Everything we’ve done to get to here disgusts me!”

Keiko nodded. “Twisting my sister’s memory is something I can’t forgive....never!”

Yuna stepped forwards. “How is putting me with someone who hurt me so deeply ‘ideal’?! How is that supposed to make me happy!? I’m perfectly happy without him! I have someone who cares about me....who cares about how I feel, and wants the best for me!” She unsheathes her sword.

Hikaru looks down. “My metal wings...they’re a sign! A sign of my courage to leave my nest and fly on my own! If you look down on me for that....I...I can’t allow that! My family’s sacrifices won’t be in vain!”

“Ikezou! Minna!” Ikura cried out.

“Un!” Yuna, Keiko, and Hikaru cried out in unison.

Ikura curls her hands into fists, bringing them to her left hip. Raising her right fist, she moves it in an arc above her head, before crossing her arms, then thrusting them outwards. “Chou kenzoku henka!”

And, just like that, the Armored Avenger has appeared! In .0384 seconds, the Japanium armor has covered Ikura, transforming her into the cool hero that fights evil in the name of the name of box office ratings!

The transformation was so fast, however, we didn’t see what happened. Let’s take a closer look.

Ikura crosses her arms and then thrusts them outwards. “Chou kenzoku henka!”

A satellite dish on top of the Secret Base Cafe fires out a beam that’s reflected up into the atmosphere, which is then reflected off another satellite before it hits Ikura, sending out a small shockwave as she is enveloped in energy. The armor forms, the tech across it lighting up as different parts whir and settle into place, letting out firm ‘kachunks’ when they lock in.

“Armored Avenger…Kyusha!” A red smoke explosion goes off behind her.

Keiko dug her feet into the ground, clasping her hands together before splitting them, raising one skywards while she brought the other one closer to the ground.

Moving them in diagonally then clasping her hands together again so her hands invoked the image of a lightning bolt, Keiko’s eyes briefly flashed.

“Kurakunaru!”

In an instant, a ring of violet flames developed around her, towering higher and higher before converging on her. A bolt of lightning struck her, and the flames turned monochrome before exploding outwards. Intricate patterns swirled as the area behind her darkened, flames kicking up as the eyes on the helmet lit up to become their signature piercing crimson. “I am the spirit of vengeance! Dark Paladin!”

A black smoke explosion goes off behind her.

Yuna thrust the sheathe of her sword into the ground, before raising the blade above her head and swirling it in a circle. She held it out to her side as a gate of light opened above her, the Soul Metal armor flying out onto her at lightning speed. When the helmet formed, she howled, before flicking her wrist outwards and summoning the cape. “Knight of Lilacs...YUGO!”

A purple smoke explosion went off behind her.

Hikaru held her arm up, showing off the translator bracelet she always wore. She smacked the gem with the side of her fist, lights swirling around her as her human disguise was shed to reveal her Raptoroid biology. “Transcendant Wings! Hikaru!”

A gold smoke explosion went off behind her.

“Blazing down the road of justice!” Kyusha cried out. They each performed a roundhouse in succession, the sound of a racecar driving by playing as they did. “Secret Base Cafe Offensive Squadron! VERSION THE! MOVIE!” The four called in unison.

The four posed, Kyusha and Dark Paladin pointing upwards, while Hikaru and YUGO pointed outwards. A massive fireball went off behind the group.

The group then leapt from their vantage point, Kyusha doing a flip in midair; Dark Paladin looking ready to grab someone’s face; YUGO falling gracefully; and Hikaru folding her wings and kicking downwards.

Immediately, they entered the fray; Kyusha took on Seitakaawadachisouhidenagaaburamushi, Shibuyakouzorinahigenagaaburamushi, and Monzennakachōhashibirokō.

“Stardust! Starcrusher!” The crimson heroine caught the twin beam sabers as they fired out of the slots in her shoulders, igniting them and entering a ready stance. The three monsters circled her, before the twin beetle monsters attacked. Seitakaawa was first, entering with a claw attack; Kyusha spun on her heel and kicked him in the face before slashing across his chest with Stardust. Shibuyakou tried to hit her from the back, but she ducked and elbowed him, before turning and slicing him with Starcrusher.

She went to go push herself up, only to see Monzeenkacho attempting to bring his staff down on her. She rolled out of the way and tossed Starcrusher at him, causing him to drop his weapon.

Rolling to her feet, she crossed the space between them with the power of a jump cut, hitting him with a spinning dropkick ala Sharivan. When she knocked him down, she grabbed Starcrusher again and backflipped several times.

The twin beetles charged again, this time going for a two-pronged attack; Seitakaawa went to go hit Kyusha in the back, while Shibuyakou aimed for the legs. With a single bound upwards, she landed and did a cross slash to hit both of them.

“Alright, that’s enough--” Monzeenkacho attempted to strike at her with his staff, and she locked it between both of her beam sabers, getting up in his face for a moment. The two struggled briefly before Kyusha snapped his staff in half and punched him in the gut, sending him flying upwards.

“As I was saying, that’s enough playing around!” Kyusha plugged the two beam sabers together. “Star Collider!”

She paused, taking a moment to collect herself, holding the twin beam saber out horizontally. The three kaijin charged, and she sensed them come forwards. The two crimson eyes in Kyusha’s visor lit up, and she dashed forwards to meet them. “ “SUPERNOVA CRASH!”

The beam sabers intensified in power, shining even in the bright daylight. Seitakaawa was first, whom she slashed with the left blade of Star Collider, quickly followed by Shibuyakou, who she hit with the right blade. Lastly, she spun and slashed Monzeenkacho twice, before stopping once she was on the other side of the monsters.

The camera cut to a view from in front of her, and she twirled Star Collider several times before resting it behind her. She held a thumbs up, before turning it downwards right as all three hit the ground and exploded.

Meanwhile, YUGO was locked in combat with Kabukichōmesugurohyoumonchou. She brought her broadsword down on Kabukicho, who caught it. He pushed her away, before getting in two quick strikes with his fists. She whirled around, slashing at him horizontally before hitting him with the butt of her weapon. He grabbed her shoulders, repeatedly kneeing her in the gut, before tossing her away.

She caught herself by digging her sword into the ground, whirling around on the hilt, letting go and hitting him with a flying kick. Landing on the ground with a flourish, she adopted a fighting stance she’d learned from RJ. Kabukicho charged in again, and this time she countered his grab, twisting his arms. She lurched forwards, biting his shoulder before tearing away, causing sparks to fly everywhere. Leaping backwards, she fetched her sword, tossing off her cape.

Retrieving an ancient, weathered lighter with mystical carvings on it, YUGO flicked it open, turning it on and running it down her blade and touching it to her armor before tossing it aside. All at once, she and her blade were consumed in a brilliant blue fire. The camera viewed her at a low angle so the blade seemed larger than it actually was. Successful Obari pose reference count: 1!

Rearing back, she howled, before gripping her broadsword with both hands and dashing forwards. She impaled Kabukicho on her blade, grinding to a halt before slashing outwards and turning away. YUGO rested her sword on her shoulder as Kabukicho fell over and exploded.

Elsewhere, in an abandoned warehouse, Shimokitazawahoya was tossed through a wall, landing on a crate which broke under his weight. Dark Paladin was in hot pursuit, wielding Hellfang. She leapt, slashing downwards at him. Shimokita rolled out of the way, stumbling to his feet and running away. Bringing a hand up to her helmet, she lashed it outwards, lightning firing outwards from her fingertips and hitting him in multiple spots.

Shimokita seized up, sparks erupting from all over him as the attack connected. Dark Paladin closed the distance, withdrawing Dark Kaiser from her chest and entering Hell Knight mode. Shimokita began fleeing again, this time getting behind a random office desk that had conspicuously left in the middle of the battlefield. Running behind it, he dug his feet into the ground before pushing forwards, making the desk fly at Hell Knight.

She leapt up, kicking off the table and crossing her blades in midair, firing down energy upon him. The two blades glowed, and she slashed him once each before turning around and kneeling yankii style, resting the tip of one blade on the ground and the other on her back as Shimokita seized up and exploded.

Outside the ware house, Hikaru swooped in, dragging Tsukishimaalpaca and Asakusaalpaca along the ground. The two flailed as their wool was heated up, before she let go and landed, skidding to a halt and kicking up sparks as she did. Gliding forwards, she slashed across the two with her talons, before spinning around and spreading her wings, knocking them away.

Asakusaalpaca stumbled backwards, but as soon as he regained his balance he whipped out multiple small spatulas with hot monjayaki on them, holding them between his fingers like throwing stars. He tossed them at Hikaru, who folded her metallic wings in front of herself to act as a shield. The spatulas stuck to them, and exploded, but the Raptoroid continued to stride forwards, before unfurling her wings again and spinning towards Asakusaalpaca.

She drilled her talons into him, before uncrossing her arms and slashing outwards. He had prepared more spatulas, but he tossed them into the air after getting hit. Hikaru flapped her wings several times and created a gust of wind that redirected them at Tsukushimaalpaca. They stuck, and they all exploded simultaneously, taking him out. That only left his older brother.

Hikaru flew upwards, high above Asakusaalpaca and held her arms up. She splayed her hands open so the talons were all ready, and folded her wings into a conical shape. She then redirected herself downwards and spun rapidly, piercing through her fore and landing on the ground in a crane pose. Asakusaalpaca exploded right as she did.

The four met back up in the rock quarry, giving each other high fives and cheering a couple of times.

“Way to go, ladies! I think that’s a new record!” Kyusha declared, giving a thumbs up.

YUGO nodded. “However, there’s still the matter of getting back to Akibahara...we broke out of the illusions, but....”

“We’re still trapped inside N’s construct.” Hell Knight crossed her arms. “Well....he’d created a giant spherical construct, right?”

Hikaru nodded. “Un! We just need to bust out of here and fight the final boss, right?” She tilted her head. “Also! Chief! Who were those guys?”

Kyusha paused. “Hm...they seemed pretty similar to foes the Akibaranger fought. My best guess is that, while N was absorbing matter from the city, he was also absorbing memories...that’s probably why he was able to put us in those pocket dimensions? Who’s to say that he also pulled those guys out of the memories of the streets and buildings here?” She shrugged. “I dunno. It seems hastily-conceived, but that’s my spin on it.”

Hell Knight thought for a moment, then snapped. “I’ve got it! We’ll use Kyusha’s Mode Beta!” She looked to YUGO. “Alright, we’re going to use your broadsword as a springboard. Hikaru, you catch Kyusha in mid-air, and she can use Mode Beta’s strength to break the ground. I’ll weaken it with blasts from my swords!”

Everyone piled their hands together. “One...two...three...break!”

The team assumed their positions, with Kyusha shifting to Mode Beta. Hikaru had flown up high into the air, ready to catch her. YUGO was positioned with her broadsword, ready to throw her. Hell Knight was already blasting at the ground using the combined power of Hellfang and Dark Kaiser.

“Ready, Hakase-san?” YUGO asked. Kyusha nodded, stepping onto YUGO’s broadsword. “Okay, go!” She called, and the wolf knight launched her upwards. Hikaru caught her, though just barely, before throwing her even higher.

Kyusha brought a hand up to her temple. “Okay! Hyper Scan!” She looked downwards, zooming in on the spot that Hell Knight had been weakening. “Alright! Target locked!”

Fixing her angle in the air, she extended a leg outwards for a kick. “HIGH DIVE BOMBER!” She called out, picking up speed as she descended. A blue aura began to collect around her foot. Finally, she hit the ground so hard the Earth (or rather, N’s version of it) shook, and the ground opened up beneath them. “The way forward’s open! Let’s get outta here and finish cleaning up this mess!”

“Right behind ya, chief!” Hikaru called out, flying through.

“Good job with the plan, Keiko-chan!” YUGO said, giving a thumbs up before she tossed her broadsword out, landing on it and surfing the way down.

Hell Knight let out a simple “Heh,” before leaping down.

The four landed on a rooftop together, turning around to see that the giant, massive sphere that N had been building out of pieces of buildings and streets had practically quadrupled in size.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Kyusha said. “Episodes 5 and 6 of Neon Genesis Evangelion, when Ramiel is drilling down into the Geofront. All we need now is for N to scream geometrically.”

Hell Knight slapped Kyusha over the back of the head. “Not now! We’ve got a city to save!”

It was right about then that the giant mass pulsated.

Delete.....delete....! We will delete the world! Our evolution is complete!!

All the artificial matter on the giant spherical mass was sucked inwards, replaced with the gross, fleshy organic matter that N was known for. The sphere began to twist and contort until it had finally become a gigantic humanoid with a single eye in the center of its face.

Hikaru stumbled backwards. “Whooaaa! He’s gigantic! Chief, I think this is a bit outside our pay grade! We should call in one of the Ultramen!”

Kyusha waggled her finger. “NONSENSE!” She declared. “N just declared their evolution is complete...which means they’re in their final form! That means only one thing....”

She dramatically pointed towards the kaiju. “They’ve raised the flag for their defeat! Now, if you’d excuse me...”

Kyusha ran to the side of the building before leaping off.

The others followed, looking down to see where she’d gone. “What kind of stunt is she pulling?!” Hell Knight shouted.

----

Back at the Secret Base Cafe’s Actual Secret Base, Kyusha threw a cover off a motorcycle that hadn’t been touched in several years. It was the same crimson as her, and it had a single sidecar that looked rather boxy. Climbing on it, she revved the engine. “Alright, Hyperleaper...it’s your time to shine...”

Hitting a switch to open a door, she sped out of the Actual Secret Base....but not before hitting a switch on the dashboard of Hyperleaper!

As Kyusha tore down the streets of Akibahara on her motorcycle, a red Toyota Prius covered in decals related to Z-Cune Aoi drove up alongside her.

She saluted. “Yo! Good to see ya in action again, old friend! Alright! Machine Itasshar! Hyperleaper! Let’s go!”

Kyusha hit a pile of rubble that was suspiciously shaped like a ramp, and the Hyperleaper got some serious airtime. “Hikonin Henkei!”

The Prius began to divide and separate, transforming into the one, the only, Itasshar Robo!

“Yossha! I’m not done yet! FINAAAAAAL FUSION!!!” Hyperleaper was still in the air, and Kyusha hit another switch on it’s dashboard before leaping off, landing in the Itasshar Robo. Hyperleaper began to twist and transform; the wheels split off from the motorcycle, flying over to the mecha and attaching to the back, becoming gyro wings. The mid section folded up, revealing a giant barrel, transforming into a giant laser bazooka.

The sidecar split into two; the front section folded outwards, attaching to the left arm of the Itasshar Robo and becoming a blast shield. Lastly, the rear section of the sidecar mounted on the back behind the mounted Ita Launchers, turning into a missile rack.

“Complete! Itasshar Robo Full Armor!”

Itasshar Robo flew up into the air before striking That Pose(TM) from Gundam SEED.

The mecha flew off to the roof top the other three had been standing on, grabbing them and tossing them into the cockpit.

“C-chief! What’s this?!” Asked Hikaru.

“Don’t you know?!” Kyusha shouted. “This is our saviour! Let’s rock n’ roll!”

Itasshar Robo flew forwards, grabbing the Signage Rifle off its back and firing some warning shots at N.

N turned around. “You worms are nothing compared to our power!” It declared.

“Yeah, well, shove that power right up your ugly fleshy ass, pal!” Kyusha replied, hitting a button. “Yandere Missile Rack! Fire!”

The cap on the missile rack opened up, revealing a full compliment of...well, missiles. They all fired out, spiraling through the air Macross-style as they rocketed towards their target. The assault slammed into N, small explosions springing up all over it and leaving behind huge, ugly welts.

“Just as I thought! In this final form they’re vulnerable!” Kyusha cheered.

“You mean you’re telling me you didn’t know if this was gonna work!?” YUGO asked in disbelief.

“Come on, girl, focus! We’ve got a kaiju to beat!” Kyusha hit another button. “Alright! Time for the laser barrage! Yuna, I’m giving you control over the Ita Launchers!”

YUGO saluted. “Hai!”

“Hikaru! I’m gonna aim the laser bazooka! I’m leaving you in charge of flight controls!”

The Raptoroid saluted. “Roger!”

“And Keiko...make sure we don’t open ourselves to attack too much!”

Hell Knight saluted. “Okyu!”

Controls popped out of the backseat and the dashboard where the other three were seated as they took over various functions.

Itasshar Robo boosted forwards, twirling in midair for style points. It hefted up its laser bazooka, what used to be the windshield springing up and acting as a targeting reticle.

As it flew around, it dodged shots from N’s eye; at the same time, dodging the kaiju’s hands as they tried to swat the mecha out of the air. Shots from the rear mounted cannons peppered it occasionally.

“Chief! How’s that lock on going?” YUGO asked.

Up front, Kyusha was aiming down the laser bazooka’s sights. “We’re about 95% done! Hikaru, take us up by the eye!”

“W-what!? But aren’t they shooting lasers from there at us?!” She shouted frantically.

“Just do it! I order you to as your boss!” Kyusha demanded.

“R-right!” While hesitant, Hikaru flew the mecha up to be at eye level with N.

“96%....” Kyusha began counting aloud.

“So....you finally decide to show yourselves! We shall swiftly strike you down!” The kaiju declared, charging up an optic blast.

“97%.....”

“Chiiiiief,” Hikaru let out, getting anxious.

“98%....”

“We’re gonna get killed! Get us out of here, Hikaru!” Hell Knight yelled.

“Fuck that!” Kyusha screamed. “99%!”

N’s optic blast fired outwards.

“100%! AKIBA LASER SHOW GRAND FINALE! FIRE!!!”

Kyusha pulled the trigger, and the laser bazooka fired a stream of lasers that all converged into one in a spectacular, flashy sequence that was sure to dazzle the mind of anyone who saw it. It smashed into the laser that N fired, and a beam struggle began.

“C-chief! It’s getting hard to keep us up here!” Hikaru noted.

“Keep her steady! We can do this! Keiko! Yuna! Fire the Signage Rifle and Ita Cannon!”

The two saluted, firing off the weapons they were in charge of and adding them into the mix. This supercharged the laser bazooka, giving it the added push it needed to win the beam struggle. The finisher punched through N’s laser, piercing through it’s eye and emerging on the other side of its head.

“Noooo.....noooooooooooooooo!!!” N wailed as its skin began to boil and bubble, before finally the whole construct exploded! Itasshar Robo flew away from the explosion.

With N’s destruction, all the people sent to its pocket dimension were released, appearing where they’d been abducted. They pushed themselves off the ground, looking around confusedly before realizing what had happened. Everyone got up and began cheering, some embracing each other while others waved as Itasshar Robo flew overhead.

Also, because this is toku, all the buildings, roads, etc. that had been wrecked by N absorbing them were magically repaired, something seeming to be like stardust falling down on Akibahara.

Itasshar Robo landed on the rooftop of the Akibahara UDX Building, before hopping out and detransforming, lining up.

Ikura’s lab coat dramatically billowed in the wind. And in case you were wondering, no, she still hasn’t buttoned her blouse back up.

“Man....the view from here’s pretty great, right?” Ikura asked, looking at the others. Yuna smiled, nodding. “Hai! It’s nice and scenic. Maybe I should come up here on a date with Emiri-kun!”

Keiko rubbed the back of her head. “Eh. It’d probably be better at...say, sunset. Or night time, even. This is Akibahara, after all. It’s not complete without all the signs lighting up the place at night.”

“Wouldn’t you say that about Tokyo in general, though?” Hikaru asked, who had folded her hands behind her back. “Still, this is really pretty!”

Ikura looked around. “So, uh....how are we getting down from here?” She looked back, and saw that Itasshar Robo Full Armor had already split back into the Machine Itasshar and Hyperleaper. “Ah! They changed back!!” She ran over. “What are you doing!! We’ve still gotta leave!” She began pounding on the hood of the car. “Hey! You stupid robot! Come on! We’ve gotta go!”

The camera began pulling back as the others went to join her, laughing as they pulled her off the car and beginning to chase each other around.

And so, another chapter in Akibahara’s fourth world comes to a close. Thanks to our brave heroines, the Electric Town will sleep peacefully tonight.

The shot fades to black as the credits begin to roll up, as behind the scenes footage begins to play. The filming of the scene in the rain; the fight choreographer showing the suit actors how Kyusha’s fight at the beginning of the movie is supposed to play out; the filming of the Hyperleaper scenes...

Interspersed are some bloopers. Ikura tripping when she first enters the cafe; Yuna flubbing a line; Ikura slamming against the wall in the cafe a bit too hard; Ikura getting her lab coat stuck in the elevator doors...come to think of it, a lot of these are of Ikura.

“Yo! Keiko here. I have to say, I was a bit annoyed at a customer today. He kept ordering things we didn’t have on our menu! He asked me for ramen, then beer...an hour before we started serving alcohol! Man, what a pain. I love my job, but there are some stupid people out there. On the bright side, I got to kick some ass later today to get out my frustration! So it's not all bad, I suppose. ”

As Keiko’s narration finishes up, the vocals on the ending theme kick in.

The credits finish rolling, and a gigantic

THE END

Appears.

...and then it fades out, showing Ikura’s apartment. The light is on in the bathroom. There’s a bit of rummaging around, and she steps out in a bathrobe, before pausing, a bit surprised. “You’re still here?” She takes a few steps forwards. “It’s over! Go home!”

“Ikuraaaaaa, I’m waaaaaiting~” Kozue calls from the bedroom.

“Coming, honey!” Ikura calls after her. She begins heading back that way, before looking over her shoulder. “Go on! Go!”

CHIKA CHIK-AAAAAAAAAA

#plot point #Ikura #Yuna #Keiko #Hikaru

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theisbifamilyisbi · 8 years ago

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TIFI Chapter 1.5 Too Much Happens

In this chapter, I scream in agony.

Abraham: “What if I were pregnant, too?”

I would kill a sim if you guys make me test if my portrait panel mod works. THERE BETTER BE A SINGLE BABY IN THERE, ISSY.

So I threw a birthday party for the twins because Issy wished for it. I wonder if Mochi is crying.

Fun fact, the party wish was for Mochi but Hank Goddard was blocking Issy from getting her the entire party so I didn’t actually get the wish ;-;

More importantly, HOW DO YOU MAKE THESE? I WANT THEM.

That’s Skittles aging up. Yay!

She got the Eco-Friendly trait. I mean, it’s kind of interesting. I guess.

Skittles: “This house is green, but not the good type of green.”

Mochi got the artistic trait, and that is her first painting in the background.

Mochi: “My new artistic sense makes me realize our house is an eyesore.”

At least Connor is having fun. That kid there is Terrell Sekemoto, son of Emma Sekemoto and Leighton Sekemoto. And we see Ginny too.

I missed it but apparently Iqbal Alvi married Tori Kimura so his last name changed. That must be awkward for his kids.

This is the Keaton’s son I think. He has a... face. He looks kind of like a skull, in my eyes to be honest.

Kind of? Also whatever that gif is from, I want to watch it.

After I put them in their outfits I realized that they both have similar braids and I gave Skittles the braids Mochi had as a toddler. Oops? Thus, Mochi’s goggles. Also her eyebrows were scary.

I feel blessed that they’re fighting over cleaning up the plates.

KitKat: “You don’t have the skills for this, brother.”

Reeses: :(

REESES. MY POINTS. YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO IS DOING THIS.

Reeses: “It’s Skittle’s fault!”

Mochi: “Actually, I’m Mochi, brother.”

I should probably make that bathroom bigger but I’m out of money.

Remember when I said I’m out of money? I don’t think genies are cheating.

Issy: “I must rub this lamp!”

Genie: “What do you want.”

Issy: “Beau-”

Issy. You’re already irresistable. And married. With five kids. And you’re pregnant.

Issy: “Money.”

She rolled the wish for beauty but her slots were filled so it went away. Good. I’m not wasting this lamp. I’ve decided to make it more fair it’s going to be a once-per-generation thing.

Issy: “OMG SPARKLES!”

I wouldn’t complain if you dropped a money bag on her head and killed her, Sims 2 Wishing Well Style.

Awh they’re bonding. Also Mochi painting that picture is way after this picture. She hasn’t completed it yet.

I’m keeping an ear on you. You will only play Dark Wave and Electronica, not kids music.

Look the chess table and high chair is back!

I’m not using that 100k for a full house until gen 2 where I update it in the heir’s colors. So until then just Issy’s greedy wishes and common sense is whats causing the buying.

The bunk beds were annoying me when Abraham was reading kids to sleep, so I bought everyone individual beds. Isn’t it cute how they’re all together? Sorry for the walls being down, I didn’t want to heavily distort the view.

Aw they’re sitting together! And I think Abraham is happy that either the twins aged up or there are two chairs for the table now because he didn’t use it before I sold it.

That paint has only been there a week. It’s probably time to finish it. I really want a portrait of the heir and heir’s spouse to put in the basement of achievements.

This table is blinding. But it was the cheapest long table.

Pocky: “I hate you, always breaking, always dirty, toilet.”

I put toys outside for the kids to play with. And this is a full view of Skittles. I think she’s cute!

Everyone is bonding! :D

What are the stages of eating a man, Issy?

Issy: “Gnomes are yummy!”

And so he was eaten by a giant. I’ve had this game, full expansions, for years, and never saw this. I guess it’s because I avoid parties lmao.

My only issue with the playground stuff is the sims are outside at night and pictures are dark.

KitKat: “This is depressing. The swings are better.”

You have four siblings, ask one of them to play with you!

Abraham really likes the chess table now! I guess it was the kids or the missing chair.

Issy: “I AM DISTURBED!”

PLEASE BE A SINGLE GIRL TO FULFILL THE WISHES.

Abraham: “Wait-another!?”

Good job Abraham. I mean, I guess you guys do have five kids. She’s going to be fine considering she had a home birth of triplets all on her own.

Did I mention there’s a chance of quadruplets because of Story Progression?

Issy: *stares pensively out the window*

Welcome to hell, Twix Isbi! This single baby girl was born with Loner and Hates the Outdoors.

I took a peek at her as an adult. She’s uh, kind of alright. Average, really. She took after her dad more than her sisters.

Of course Pocky doesn’t go home after school. When does she? The bus is mocking me.

Don’t worry. Mochi also wanted to stand in the rain after school instead of going home.

Reeses went to a friends house. That is Michale McIrish. He’s the son of Fiona McIrish and Connor Frio. I wonder where his blonde hair came from?

He is blonde. He’s like Reeses blonde but the custom hair he’s modelling that I just got makes his hair look darker. Also the lighting in this house is atrocious. He’s a werewolf, likely because he was a Full Moon Baby.

Skittles also went to a friends house. That is Terrell, again. They were bonding. Then he left her.

Bonding again. Yay!

All I’m saying is he really likes this chess set now.

She decided to make her own food since nothing in the fridge was good.

Issy was stir crazy so she brought Twix to the entertainment park where a show was going on to teach her how to talk. I wanted to watch a performance.

Also Twix wasn’t happy to be here. She hates the outdoors.

I was disappointed. Who are they all watching? There is no one! I hope this is a one time thing. I like this part of showtime, damn it!

Then Iqbal Kimura died. I was honestly watching all the elders arrive and was like “Welp someones dying.”

Issy: “FIGHT-O!”

Twix: “Fight-o!”

She did finish learning to talk as he died.

I got them out of there in case they got a sad moodlet for watching someone die. Issy actually wanted to resurrect him but her wishes were full. THANK GOD.

Why do you try making my life hard, Issy?

Issy: “It’s just... SO SAD!”

Right, I think she’s over-emotional.

So Issy rolled a wish. To woohoo with Abraham. Risky is currently at 10% for a pregnancy.

*SCREAMING* DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?

I DIDN’T WANT TO TEST THE PORTRAIT MOD SO SOON!

YOU DESERVE THAT. YOU BETTER HAVE A SINGLE BABY THAT IS THE GENDER YOU WISH FOR.

Abraham got promoted so he promptly left work, got said promotion, and read his favorite book outside. Baby Incoming, Preparing with Vigilance.

One of the kids brought this handsome chap home. His name is Rhett Kao. He’s a werewolf.

It was here I realized Pocky was missing. She thought she could make it home before I noticed but I counted kids in the house and realized I was missing someone.

She rolled a wish to have a baby while pregnant.

GEE, I WONDER WHAT BEING PREGNANT DOES FOR YOU?

Issy: :D

Can I use you for your genes?

Rhett: “I feel like I’ve made a fatal error coming here today.”

Look it’s birthday time! Also, did I mention Pocky and Reeses got honor roll? KitKat skipped a day so she didn’t get an A.

The teens aged up. This is KitKat WHOSE EYES ARE CLOSED. GRR. I hate this chapter. No one is on my side. You know she has purple eyes. And let me tell you, she is gorgeous! She got Natural Cook.

This is Pocky. Pocky is also very pretty. She got the Dog Person trait. Boooring.

And Reeses. Reeses continues to have like no personality, and he got Computer Whiz. Anyway, I warned you he looked like his dad. I gave him glasses because they kind of make him look better.

Pocky: “WHO WOKE ME UP FOR THIS SHIT?”

She’s such a grumpy butt sometimes.

I honestly don’t know what to say about you. Don’t look so smug.

Reeses: “Everyone went back to sleep?!”

Pocky: “I’ll fuck you up if you wake me again.”

KitKat: *Unresponsive*

Don’t look at me like that Issy. I’m still mad at you.

Points:

Births: (5) +25 100K Simoleons: (1) +40 Honor Roll: (2) +10 . Bladder Fail: (2) -10 Total: +65

Previous: 1.4 Y U No Come Home Kids

Next: 1.6 House Full of Kids

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locshar · 8 years ago

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The White Princess Diaries - Ep 1 Part 2 - no - its still not him...

Ep 1 Part 2

So – Westminster then – and King Dr Who keeps pulling down all the lovely white rose banners and beautiful murrey and blue boar banners saying “Burn them!” (hmnnn –don’t I remember that line from Ep 2 series 1 about a portrait of Not Margaret of Banjo?) Now he’s on about burning snow – doesn’t that just make a lot of hot air? But he is a very lucky king because it is August in England and there is a lot of snow around. Ask poor old nude Aneur-not who apparently is still laying on Bosworth Field four days later.

It is moving in day and Dr Who takes the bouncy kings bed – forgetting the springs will have gone because it once belonged to Ever Ready Eddy and Caitlyn Stark – sorry – Mad Mags - gives herself an upgrade and nicks the penthouse suite….which is apparently ‘just through this passage…” Exit stage left…

Meanwhile….Parkin is still hiding in a loft in Yorkshire…..he’s a right pudding – obviously. And still blond. What I don’t understand is why he couldn’t have gone to court with his mother with a towel round his head. It worked last time and if anyone asked him he could say he is waiting for his new hair colour to take hold.

But hey - Lizzie-Mini-ish and Ex-Queen Sisterbeth now arrive in London and have a pool party – at least they all gather around the Pools and it is still snowing believe it or not. No wonder Parkin is going to Turney – for the weather if nothing else.

So lets all go see the king – Who? Oh yes…him. You will recognise him – he wears a crown ALL the time. Makes him feel important. And king. Just in case anyone thinks he shouldn’t be there. Or be king.

Pleasingly, we now have diddly diddly cloisters instead of diddly corridors…and “The Yorks” - as Sisterbeth is now calling herself - all get shown to a Travelodge as Mad Caitlyn has nicked all the best hotel rooms in London so she can invite all her saints to enjoy the coronation.

All the family fit into a single room with one bed. Princess Cecily immediately has a cob on and is walking round with a face like a slapped-arse. Who knows why? No please – if who knows please tell me! They are given some women who never speak as ladies-in-waiting who remind me of the ladies who never spoke who were Duchess Isabels ladies-in-waiting. Remember them? Or even her?

Rumours in the city are once again rife -and it would appear that Dr Who may be considering marrying his mother because she’s in the queen’s bedroom and he doesn’t want to marry a horse. What? Oh a whore! (sorry the medieval juke box in this tavern is doing my head in and I can’t hear what gossip this bloke in disguise is telling me – I have no idea who he is. He just said to call him Frank) Note – this bit may have only happened in my head.

Dr Who is now flexing his political savvy by revoking all English trade with Burgundy. Er - because the Duchess of York (remember the fleeting shot of her leaving England some episodes ago) was always trying to catch him and execute him. Which was some mean feat seeing as he was in Brittany and then in France and never went out.

We then hear a well known saying that I last heard murmured in Dothraki. The princes are dead. King Aneurard killed them.

“It is known!” (wink wink nudge nudge) someone murmurs quietly - hoping they don’t get done by GRR Martin for plagurism.

The stupendously loyal Earl of Lincoln is presented to Dr Who. He used to be Richard’s heir – and not his hair obviously, and the good Doctor threatens to take everything he has and says he is hair to nothing – or hair to eternity or something (well not if he shaves that beard off!) Not to be fooled by such a ploy – King Aneurard’s loyal nephew immediately pledges his allegiance to become Dr Who’s new companion which makes Duchess Dyson suck in deeply! She is disgusted and reminds all the Puddles that their sister in Burgundy would never stoop so low – but she was quite short when we last saw her so what that means is anyone’s guess. But Dr Who sneers that who cares because he has revoked all her trading privileges so nah nan a nah nah! This is a man so powerful he can enact laws without parliament. Yes Henry – you know – Parliament - it’s a big building on the River Thames! I keep forgetting you are not from around here.

Then Grasper Fatboy grabs the old lady and she is hauled off to hoover the tower apartments. Then up steps Teddy who wants his uncle back – don’t we all I hear you say. All of this is done underneath a bloody big boar banner – and Dr Who gets a bit uncomfortable when Teddy helpfully points out that one day he will be king instead. Brave boy if not very clever. As everyone mutters in shock and awe some set dresser rushes on unseen and changes the banner because next thing it is green and Teddy is so confused he is fooled into saying “God save the king.”

Teddy then loses his lands which he never had because he was under attainder anyway and they are given to the Stanleys for being traitorous bastards at Bosworth.

Now in private, Dr Who is calling Mini-Lizzie-ish a horse and saying he won’t marry her. Nay Nay I hear you say. Well – I think this is what he said as the fire in their chamber was crackling very loudly at the time. Either that or the preview audience were all tucking into Werthers Originals – which are much more original than whatever this is we are watching.

Back at the Travelodge on the A1, Young Cecily is bouncing on the bed as her mother writes a letter. Oh God not in blood this time please….and if Cecily bounces on that bed much more I am going to christen her Cobby the Castle Elf.

Relief! Queen Sisterwitch is only writing a letter to Turney to see if her son got there all on his own at around 10 years old and still in his nightie….she is worried he might not have made it (really? Whatever gives her that idea?)

Now the diddly diddly cloisters are all wet from the rain so it must be water music. Oh, I do miss Anne Neville at these moments…I can still hear her clling “Izzy, Izzy –lets get busy” as the music played.)

Whats this? Queen Woodville is meeting some young stud in the stables – and now sending him to Turney. She gives him a ring….because he is mobile – God! Could this be Son of Blackenberry? He has things to communicate!

His name is Ned – or Nokia Ned to you! Beware my son – skulking around that woman with that name you are in mortal danger of being bonked to death and not making episode 2. Unless they bring you back as Cardinal Morton as I haven’t seen him yet.

On the way back she bumps into Mad Lady Stark and I am really not too sure what she has done to her skirts since she became My Lady the Dr Who’s Mother. I think she has them stuck in her knickers to expose her saints knees as they are all tucked up at the front!

As they glare at each other in the musical cloister, they have a Game of Thrones Off – “My sons throne is bigger than your Lizzie-Mini’s throne” Hang on – script written by who?

Item: The music is very annoying as it is the original soundtrack and I keep looking up in heated anticipation but no – no fetching blue doublets or dancing eyebrows here…shame! I could cry! The music, the memories, the script….

Dr Who is now visiting Lizzie-Mini-ish and says she has to dress him – I think. Well he does appear to have put on a Ralph Lauren polo shirt under this doublet and Cecily certainly has her eyes on his Henry Tudors…

The Werthers are back and above the crackling Dr When wants them to dance for him. Well I have seen some dancing in my time but this takes the Captain Biscuit. And now that bloody banjo is back and Lizzie-Mini-ish and Cecily the House Elf they are sort of dancing like Ed Balls and Russell Grant being regaled by buskers on the Pan Pipes. All together now - Step left, step right, step forward step back, step left step right, step forwards step back…. Shake it all about. You get it…

Oh that Dr Who King bloke is a smug bastard- I want to smack him in the Tardis! He gives Lizzie-Mini a motto as he wasn’t there for Christmas and she’s a bit of a cracker. Humble pie and pestilence…sorry the insane fire crackling may have made me hear that wrong.

Dr Who gets angry because he still doesn’t want to marry Lizzie-Mini…yawn – yeah right. Then a man turns up in a rugby hat but I don’t know who he is or where he is from and as he doesn’t introduce himself I take it that he is actually Olympic de la pool….(A friend and I have seen that hat before and on a man eith beard and in a pool!) It’s a sign! Of what I am not quite sure!

As I said earlier, Dr Who goes EVERYWHERE in his crown and now he is folding his arms and sulking in a corner until his Mad Caitlyn Mother nags – sorry – tells him that he has more divinity than anyone she had ever met. Divinity? Div more like and take off that bloody crown for five minutes please - we get it! We do! You cheated and you are king! King Dr Who! Or someone…

Ooh we are now in the YewMe garden – where there is a new maze that you can use for jolly japes to lose the silent ladies-in-waiting who follow you around with knowing looks which tell you they are really spies for the Dr. The maze is not so amazing as in true form they have all had the same clothes on for days – but it is also musical. Its made out of box hedge – so it is in fact a music box.

Now the man with bad hair who no one has introduced us to tells Lizzie-Mini she has to meet Dr Who in his bedroom alone – which pleases Cecily no end you can imagine! (Well we know what she is imagining but then she has already proved she is a bit dumb – some character development needed) Oh – I have just remembered – what has happened to Tom Dorset? You know – the Queens brother who kept his eyes and ears to the ground before he buggered off and joined Chewdor? Never mind – am sure he will crop up somewhere – or as some one…

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ladyspades · 8 years ago

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It’s a total snippet

It’s still a rough draft (understandably) and there will be changes to it, but I’m much happier with the beginning than I was when I first started writing it, Honest but respectful feedback is always welcome/appreciated :)

With that said, click the “keep reading” link below to have a look at the first scene in my work ^_^

P.S: It’s meant to be in past tense

Oh man, high school; where for art thou high school? Well, I’ll tell you. Since I graduated from middle school in May, I hadn’t really given much thought about starting this new place until I realized… my first day’s tomorrow? Of course I’d be the one person to forget I was starting a whole new chapter in life. By the way, my name is Siesta McCormick.

You’re probably asking yourself the same question I get all the time: doesn’t your name mean nap in Spanish? If I had a choice in the matter, I wouldn’t be in this situation, all right? My parents were the one who decided this fate for me. They blamed this tidbit on me not crying when I was born; hey, I guess I was too tired from driving my mother insane with the event of my childbirth. Me, I blame both of my internationally bred parents. My mom Diana was born in Amsterdam in Holland, which they called The Netherlands these days. My dad Seamus was born in Ennis back in Ireland. I thought it was fortunate of my parents to have met each other because they both love schemes and themes. My older sister got the super Irish name of Sieobhan, although she preferred her middle name Noelle. My younger sister got the English dark red color of Sienna. All three of us had names beginning with Sie.

I still never really understood why exactly I got my name though. And getting older sure didn’t help my case either. I was constantly told by both lovely (read: annoying) sisters I have a ‘sleepy personality’, which was their nice way of calling me a complete ditz. I beg to differ. My older sister was extremely weird beyond the normal capacity and my younger sister was a complete trouble maker at the ‘tender’ age of eight and a half. Me? I was the angel in this family.

But enough about the history of my name; I start school and I wasn’t particularly happy about it either. Firstly, we started a whole week earlier than elementary and middle schoolers. How was that even fair? Secondly, my tummy was giving me trouble of all days to act up. As a result, I was buried under my light green comforters on Monday, August 30th half lucid dreaming when dear old (Sieobhan) Noelle decided to interrupt my… whatever state of mind I was in.

“Estie, darling, wakey, wakey chunky monkey!” she buzzed in my ear.

“Oh, dear God,” I muttered, covering myself up even more.

Noelle shook me. “I said wake up, chunky butt!”

“Ga weg!” I groaned (I told her to “go away” in Dutch).

“Make me!” she taunted, shaking me some more.

Grr. “Sieobhan, stop!” I whined.

She began slapping what she thought was my leg but was actually my back, rustling my stomach uncomfortably. “Get your chunky butter butt up now, lady!”

I wrestled with the covers to kick her and we began slapping each other repeatedly. “Stop it!” I squawked at her.

“Get up!” she reiterated. I shoved her and she stumbled over some of my clothes. “Okay, you’ll pay!”

I squealed and jumped out of bed trying to dodge her. But she was fast and my room was kinda small. She tackled me and ended up sitting on my back. “Get off Sieobhan!” I yelled.

“It’s Noelle, monkey butt!” she corrected me, bouncing lightly.

“I HATE YOU!” I screamed. “MA!”

Sienna came into the room and jumped on my bed, chanting, “Sister fight!” over and over again.

I was finally able to squeeze myself out from under Noelle and I jumped on her back in return. “Eek!” she exclaimed. “That’s why you’re fat, you nutter butter!”

“You’re the nutter butter in this family!” I argued as we tussled around.

Thankfully, Mom finally pulled us apart from each other. “Hey! Stoppen!” she yelled at us as she held me at arm’s length and pushed Noelle behind her. She turned to Sienna still jumping on the bed. “Sienna Faye, get off the bed and eat your breakfast!” she scolded, her Dutch accent coming out to play.

“Eep!” Sienna chirped. She calmly climbed down and skipped out of the room, humming merrily.

Mom turned to Noelle. “You, miss Sieobhan Noelle, this is not how I asked you to wake up your sister!”

Noelle sighed in a bored way while picking at her nails. “I got the job done, didn’t I?”

Mom narrowed her eyes. “Out!” she growled, pointing to the door.

“Ha, ha!” I gloated.

“And you!” Mom rounded on me. I gulped audibly. “I told you to set your alarm or be faced with Sieobhan, did I not Siesta Leandra McCormick?!”

I gaped. “Hey, why’d I get my last name too?!” I whined.

“Ha!” Noelle teased. I scowled at her.

“Out, out!” Mom yelled, shoving Noelle away.

“I love you too, Diana!” Noelle buttered her up.

Mom huffed, pushing her blonde bangs behind her. “Get ready, or else get your own ride to school. Understood?”

I looked at my sparkly toes in shame. “Yes, mama,” I reluctantly agreed. With one last puff of breath, she turned sharply on her heel and left the room.

I sighed and was about to take off my sleep shirt when Sienna entered my room again. “Yeah, Sienna?” I asked her politely.

“Chunky butt!” she laughed as Mom reappeared behind her. I shook my head at her.

“Out, out, out!” Mom growled, pinching her ear.

“Owie, owie, owie, you’re abusive!” Sienna groused.

“OUT!” Mom finalized harshly.

Jeeze Mom, I don’t think China heard you!

#original work #writing #original characters #oc #sampled work #future novel #writing a novel #oh what fun #*whispers* help me!

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sumergosuigeneris · 6 years ago

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March 5, 2019 Part I

I forgot a couple of things that happened over the last few days until I got sucked into twitter this morning.

First, on my way to see my bluesfriend, I was getting off the exit ramp and we were stopped at a light. The light turned green and the guy in front of me didn’t move. At first I thought it was because of traffic. Then after the light turned red again, I noticed his head hadn’t moved, and he potentially looked slumped. Lord amighty, I was scared. If he was dead or in trouble. Or if I got out of my car, pissed him off and he shot me. I mean, my road rage is such that someone shooting me for theirs makes sense. So I approach at a couple feet away. Calling ‘excuse me sir.’ I was slowly getting closer as he wasn’t answering. All of a sudden, he moves. I am ready for him to shoot me or mostly, to say he was hurt. Dude looks at me, gives me a smile, answers me he’s alright, and starts going. His eyes were so fucking pink. He was high as hell. Not sure if the dope made him sleepy, or he was sleepy and got high, or ..... I was concerned for him on the road, and for others around him, but...there’s no way I was calling the cops on him. It didn’t occur to me for a while even, because you never know what they guys are gonna do to a person around these parts. And, who knows what petty shit persons around these parts got going on with them that a damn traffic stop or safety check will get them into big trouble. And that’s the shit that bothers me. We can’t turn to the popo in need without worrying about negative consequences. If you go to the cops for one thing asking for help, that should be sanctuary against anything else. And don’t get me started on murder-cops.

So the other thing, when I was talking to bluesfriend about different gig locations, I was kinda trying to push this local joint by me. Up and coming, I hope. And some other guy was telling me about the little clubs, etc...so I mentioned those too. And my buddy, 90 years old black man. He says he won’t play at most black-owned clubs. He said ‘we’re not good business people.’ That was a painful thing to hear. I mean, he’s not 100% wrong, but you have to put it in the context of why. How many people grew up around well-run businesses, or business people, or people with the opportunity to become managers and such, in the white world? How many people get the opportunity to take business classes and start their own, vs. going to work for a corp? There’s just not as much opportunity to learn the ‘right’ way. So people make do. And they get shit done, and provide goods and services the best way they can. And I’ll add in, we live in a society in which they are more likely to get screwed over, so that major swathes of the black community live in a screw-or-get-screwed culture. ‘Nobody’s helped me or gonna help me, so I gotta take of myself and get mine, while I can.’ Oh yes, and that reminds me of how the white culture sets the black community up to lose (education, laws, etc...), targets them with predatory laws and practices, and then if someone starts doing well....doesn’t matter; the rug can be pulled up at any point. So yeah, there’s a lot of suspicion, a lot of get it fast, that goes on in certain sectors. But damn, I know the guy’s a star, and old, so he shouldn’t have to be bothered with anything thing that is aggravating; however, to eschew your entire community, when you could bring in the business to these small venues? Grr. It’s hard to hear.

DeputyDolittle is on my damn nerves this morning. He was supposed to approve something last week. I had to ask him to do it again this morning. Then he asks if his meeting is really cancelled. I mean, I get worried and double-check things too, but I generally check my email first. Still, I shouldn’t be annoyed at that. Then he asks me to rush for scheduling a meeting with a collaborator, b/c the last time scheduling it took too long. I was about to blow my gasket. You know why it took so long? I sent boss’ time to him and one other person, and they never responded! I had to start all over again a couple months, I believe. But I gotta rush?

The boss keeps asking for all these things. And quickly. And others too. I can’t do everything first at the same time!

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shinobikage · 7 years ago

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Saya Uchiha

Chapter One

Genre: Adventure, Action, Romance, Realistic

Rate: Teen

World: Naruto (Boruto’s Timeline)

Summary: The war has been over, it’s been peaceful and technology has pushed progress forward creating a new era. The world of Shinobi is not as it used to be, but better. This story is centered around Saya Uchiha (OC) and her team/friends. The first chapter takes place the same day Boruto Uzumaki starts the Academy and it goes from there.

Warning: OC Centric, suicide attempt.

‘What difference does it make?’ Saya asks herself every single day, it is the first thought she has when she wakes and the last before she falls into slumber. Daily she wakes up, goes to work, and comes back home to the desolation overcrowded with screams of despair. There are so many expectations of her and all are overwhelming. She believes she is not good enough so her question once again is ‘what difference does it make?’ After taking a shower, she gets dressed and brushes her teeth. Staring into a fogged mirror as she had showered in the hottest setting she can possibly go. Her skin ached and was a little swollen with a hue of red rose color. She walks downstairs to her kitchen, being welcomed by the suns' rays. She fills the coffee maker with water turns it on. She puts some toast in a toaster after buttering each slice. She stands patiently waiting for everything to finish. A beeping sound breaks the silence, a strong rich scent of roasted beans fills the room and her mouth salivates. She walks over to the counter without any will left in her body.

“Coffee…” she whispers as she pours it into a mug, and sits down at the table with three slices of toast and two sunny side up eggs. Only the hands of the clock ‘tick tock tick’ prevents the room from being soundproof. Biting into the crunchy buttered bread, chewing slowly with no desire to continue eating because of the lack of company. She places both hands on the mug and grips it, seeking warmth from an object, seeking comfort in an object. She sighs and sips her coffee. She enjoys the warmth it brings, the scent it brings, and even the bitter taste with a hint of sweetness. It doesn’t really help her wake up, but it definitely gives her a good start, as it is one of the few things she seems to enjoy in life. After she was done eating, she puts on her boots and begins to head out. It's a sunny day, a nice breeze that caressed her skin and greeted her.

As she walks through the village, few greet her because of her aloof presence, and those that do quickly regret it and distant themselves. ‘What’s up with that weird woman?’ ‘Shh, she will hear you! Look at her crest on the back, she is an Uchiha.’ ‘Seriously? I have had it with the Uchiha, they are all the same!’ ‘I don’t care if an Uchiha helped the Hokage save us, it was an Uchiha who caused the war in the first place!’ ‘They are all so pitiful.’ ‘Disgusting, their attitude is the worst.’ Whispers begin to drift in the atmosphere. Slowly brushing their way into her ears, thoughts that should have been kept to themselves, they travel like the wind. It’s not that she does not want to socialize, she has tried that in the past; and it’s all smiles at first, but then comes a time when betrayal and manipulation is always the outcome. People take advantage and in turn Saya remotes herself from having a social life. She prefers to avoid anything and anyone that can hurt her, especially a village that seems to hate her clan. She understands that her clan has caused a lot of pain and loss for the village, however she is not at fault. Still, she lets them be, as it is better to stay quiet than to confront people. This is her resolve. Despite this hatred towards her, the ambient is very peaceful, people are happy and rightfully so. A time of peace after the Fourth Shinobi War, nations are now getting along and working together. No longer making it their goal to destroy and overtake one other. She feels out of place, she wants to fit in but somehow, she is the piece of the puzzle that no one seems to figure out where it goes. She passes by a flower shop where a blond kid with light blue eyes rushes out and bumps into her.

“Watch where you are going lady!” he yelled as he ran towards the direction of the Academy.

“Good grief! Inojin you will hear from me when you come back! Are you okay? I apologize on behalf of my son. My name is Ino Yamanaka!” Ino comes out of the shop bowing.

“No problem, Yamanaka-san.” Saya mentions as she turns to walk away, she was used to people bumping into her as if she were a ghost that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“Wait! Beautiful, don’t you think we should give her flowers for that? As an apology that is.” Suddenly a pale man with dark hair wearing an apron with flower patterns steps out with four blue irises.

“You see, he is our son and we own this shop. Please forgive him and stop by whenever you’d like.” The man smiled at Saya as he placed the flowers in her hands. ‘What a kind family’ she thought as she took the flowers.

“Yes, of course! These are freshly cut, please take them as an apology!” Ino smiles at Saya.

“This isn’t necessary it wasn’t a big deal, however, thanks…” Saya turned around with the flowers in hands and resumed walking. A little bit of joy sparked in her heart, however, it was not enough. She is also headed in the direction of the Academy, she may arrive late, she could run, but ‘what difference does it make?’

“Are we seriously the last ones?!” a furious almond haired girl with beautiful brown skin and emerald green eyes paces back and forth in the classroom.

“Just sit down, no matter what someone will eventually show up.” said a boy whose hair is cerulean colored and skin is tan. His eyes match the color of the azure sea. He was lying on the bench and he was yawning constantly.

“Don’t tell me what to do! You should just stay quiet, fish bait!” she says with a smirk.

“That’s not my name!” He sits up and clenches his fists.

“I…I don’t think we should fight… we are going to be teammates so…” a quiet timid boy fidgets as he tries to break up the argument. He has peach colored skin, white pearl eyes with no pupils, and rose gold colored hair.

“Tch, well our Sensei is so lame!” the girl pipes down a little and crosses her arms.

“Bring me a bucket.” The cerulean haired boy requests, at first the girl is angry at the request, but she realizes what he is planning and snickers.

‘They all sound so annoying’ Making her way through the halls of the Academy, Saya had heard most of the conversation ever since she stepped into the Academy. ‘These kids are the supposed genin? What a joke.’ She slides the door and suddenly the room goes quiet. She noticed they had placed a bucket of water on the floor, two of them have a smug look and the other is looking at the floor embarrassed.

“Is this supposed to be a team of clowns? I didn’t realize, must be the wrong classroom.” she closes the door and waits outside for their reaction.

“WHAT DID SHE SAY?!” the boisterous girl turns all red in anger and grinds her teeth.

“What? She just left? Is she really supposed to be our Sensei?” the cerulean haired boy gets up from the bench and stands next to the girl.

“LET’S GO AFTER HER!” she slides the door open and gasps.

“Did you really think your little prank was going to work on me?” Saya looks down on them with a menacing look and blocks the entrance.

“S-Sensei we—” the timid rose gold haired boy began to speak, but she cuts him off.

“Shut it, follow me so we can get this over with.” Saya turns around and she hears their loud and obnoxious footsteps following behind. ‘They are supposed to be ninja’ she sighs and continues to lead them.

“What is up with her?” the angry almond haired girl asks.

“No idea, she seems annoying. I heard she has already failed 5 teams, now I can see why.” The blue haired boy responds.

“Seriously? She broke the Sixth’s record?” the timid boy remarks.

“She makes me feel awkward.”

“Yeah, she seems very mean and cold too.” he mentions. Suddenly Saya stops and they all bump into her.

“Uwah!” they all rub their nose and look up to her. The feel shivers down their spine as they see her gloomy eyes.

“You know I can hear you right? Stop talking and pick up the pace.” She glares at them and then turns around and continues to walk.

“…” the genin follow her silently.

“Here we are. What you need to do is get these bells from me and—” Saya gets cut off by the almond haired girl.

“Hey, we just walked all the way from the Academy to the training grounds without saying a single word. I mean, aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” the girl asked as she crossed her arms.

“What does it matter? It’s not like you guys are going to pass.” Saya’s expression are hard to read normally since she wears a mask. Their only clue of expression are her eyes and right now they look deadpan.

“What does that mean?!” the three asked at the same time.

“Fine. I am Saya Uchiha.” She says and a moment of silent drags on.

“And?”

“I don’t like you guys. Everything else is classified, clear?”

“You know, you are annoying Sensei.” The cerulean haired boy scratches the back of his head and looks away.

“Kai, b-be kind to…” the rose gold haired boy gets interrupted.

“Well my name’s Kaminari from the Arashi clan and I transferred from Kumogakure. I am here to prove the people in Konoha that Kumogakure is the strongest village. I will—“

“Become Hokage, yadda yadda I have heard this 5 times and you made it the 6th.” Saya cuts Kaminari immediately.

“WILL YOU LET ME FINISH MY SENTENCE?! I don’t want to be Hokage, I want to become the strongest ninja in the world!” Kaminari poses with her arms at her hips and looks up to Saya with gleam in her eyes.

“Pfft” Saya’s first clear reaction shocks the three wannabe genin.

“What’s so funny Sensei?” Baffled, Kaminari asks.

“You are.” Saya immediately answers angering Kaminari.

“Grr! You are the worst Sensei ever!” Kaminari stops posing and continues to bicker at Saya.

“Anyway, my name is Kai from the Ningyo clan and I transferred from Kirigakure. I don’t really have a goal or whatever, I am just doing this because my parents are forcing me.”

“You know? Your life sucks fish bait.” Kaminari had a deadpan face as she said this.

“Stop calling me that! I have a goal now, and it is to destroy your goals in life!” Kai points at her as he yells.

“WHAT?! WHY DON’T YOU TRY IT RIGHT NOW FISH BAIT!” Kaminari yells back.

“M-my name is Haruto Hyūga and my dream is to protect Himawari Uzumaki with my life.” The entire atmosphere changed after this awkward comment. Everyone was uncomfortable and it was silent for a while.

“W-what?” Haruto asked.

“So you have anger issues, you are lazier than someone I know from the Nara clan, and you are a creepy quiet boy who is obsessed with Himawari? I didn’t need the introductions, it’s pretty obvious to me. You guys are weird.” Saya responded.

“What was that?” Kai asked.

“WHAT?! SENSEI I AM GONNA—” Kaminari was cut off by Haruto.

“You are really bitter!” Haruto blurted out immediately covering his mouth regretting it.

“The task is to grab these bells from me. There are only two, so one of you will fail. Start!” Saya had a plan, what she wanted to see was not just teamwork, but she also wanted them to notice her suffering. She wanted to call out ‘If they can save me…’ she thought, and immediately dismissed the thought away.

“All of you failed. Go home.” She said sighing, disappointed. ‘What was I thinking? They are only genin, they can’t possibly see my struggles. Even if I kept dropping hints, it was no use.’

“You are so messed up, you know that right?” said Kai as he tried to get up from the ground but was exhausted. He reached his left side of his leg for his water bottle, but did not find it. ‘Where did it go?’ he thought as he panted.

“N-no… I can’t believe this.” Haruto mentioned as he teared up and clenched his fists. ‘I am not worthy to protect her…’

“Are you happy now Saya? Do you like doing this? You are not worthy to be called Sensei.” Kaminari was angry and she gave Saya a hateful look. ‘What the hell is all this about?’

“If you have complaints, go to the Hokage. It will all be over soon.” Saya disappeared right after that last attempt of cry for help. ‘Every single time, these kids think they know everything and can do anything but at the end of the day… what does it matter?’ Saya thought, she was disappointed and hurt because she believed in this team. For the first time, she believed that maybe they were able to see her hurt. ‘This was the last time anyway.’ She thought as she leaped from tree to tree.

“What does that mean?! What a jerk!” Kaminari looked at her team, they were exhausted and beat. She eased up and saw that Kai was having issues breathing. She scanned the area for his water bottle and found it.

“Geez, you really are like a fish outta the sea aren’t ya?” she mocked as she grabbed the water bottle and tossed it at him.

“It’s not something I can control yet, I have been separated from the ocean for a while. Plus I used most of my chakra.” Kai began to gulp down the water.

“It’d be funny if you start flopping around like a fish.” She laughed, Kai threw his now empty water bottle at Kaminari.

“Still… don’t you think the whole thing was weird? I mean, we worked together, that’s what I thought the bell challenge was about. But her comments, her ways of moving… it was strange. It wasn’t normal.” Haruto spoke surprising Kai and Kaminari.

“…So you noticed something was off too didn’t you?” Kai said as he scratched his head.

“And that genjutsu she placed us in was really weird too…” Kaminari mentioned as Kai and Haruto nodded. They stay silent for a while, thinking of what to do next.

“Well whatever it is, we should reach to the Hokage’s office before she does.” Kaminari said as she helped Haruto get up.

“Excuse me!” someone unknown calls out to the three students.

“W-who is—” Kai sat up straight after regaining some strength back.

“Kiseki nii-san?” Haruto says confused.

“You know this dude Haruto?” Kaminari asks as she points at him with her thumb.

“Yes, he is my cousin.” Haruto mentions as his right eyebrow perks slightly wondering why he was there.

“So he too is from the Hyūga clan?” Kaminari asks.

“Duh, look at his eyes.” Kai remarks after he yawns.

“Shut up fish bait!”

“Don’t call me—” Kai gets cut off by Kiseki.

“I could not help but overhear your conversation.” Kiseki immediately prostrates himself to the ground.

“Please forgive my friend! She has gone through a lot and she may seem very cold, but she is very caring! She feels all alone in the world and shoulders a lot of weight and responsibility! She doesn’t know how to ask for help, rather she feels like she is a bother! She resorts to being rude because she knows it makes people distance themselves from her! I know it’s a lot to ask but please! Forgive her!” Kiseki still stays in a prostrated position, not lifting his head to look at them.

“W-what is going on with her?” Kai and Kaminari asked.

“Well that was very blunt and personal, I am sure she would have liked to have kept that in priv—” Haruto was scolding Kiseki, but he gets interrupted.

“She has been struggling for a while and she distances herself from people on purpose. It does not mean she doesn’t like you, she just doesn’t want to get hurt. I have been away in a mission, it is the first time I am back in the village in 4 months. I haven’t been able to speak to her, I just got here. She is my rival, therefore I vouch for her!” Kiseki looks at them with determination in his eyes, ‘her chakra feels different.’

‘She seems annoying. I heard she has already failed 5 teams, now I can see why’ thought Kai.

‘You are really bitter!’ Haruto thought and guilt began to make him uneasy.

‘You are the worst Sensei ever!’ a flashback crossed her mind and she clenched her fists.

“Sensei, can you take us to her? I have to apologize otherwise I won’t be honoring Kumogakure.” Kaminari said determined, whether Kiseki helped her or not she would find a way.

“Yes nii-san, I owe her an apology as well.” Haruto felt uneasy, ‘something is not right’

“Whatever happened, we had no right to disrespect her.” Kai said as he thought ‘what was I thinking?’

“We want to be there for her.” They all said determined.

“Thank you! Yes! Follow me!” Kiseki got up from the ground ‘this is the will of fire burning inside of them! Surely these have to be the ones that can give Saya hope!’

‘It’s not just that, last thing she said was ‘it will all be over soon’ Kaminari thought as she followed Kiseki.

‘She kept quiet a lot, she spoke very little words’ Haruto thought to himself, his heart raced.

‘She seemed tired, she was distant and her expressions where robot-like. As if she trained herself not to let others know how she is truly feeling.’ Kai thought as he leaped through the trees.

The shouts were overwhelming her ‘I can’t take this anymore’ she thought. ‘It all needs to stop, what does it matter? Every single day is the same, this loneliness and this constant voice. It makes me weak.’ Once she ignored the voices in her head, she discarded them as soon as she thought them. However, lately they have been increasing. Not just in quantity, but in volume, every single day they got louder and louder. They don’t let her sleep, they don’t let her think, they don’t allow her any time for bettering herself. They are there, constantly knocking at her door. The knocks started with fists, but now they have escalated to beating the door with bats and other heavy equipment. It breaks down her walls, it takes her and beats her up constantly. At the end of the day she is bloodied on the ground by her constant beating. Her vocals are damaged from screaming, dry lips from thirst, she was thirsty for help. Eyes blurry from blood covering her entire body and oozing. Inflicting pain onto herself to stop the voices, she was desperate to silence them, so desperate she had cuts and bruises all over her body. Numbness because all the nerve endings are damaged from this mental abuse. Her breathing was labored and her chest was rising paradoxically, her broken ribs from crashing against the walls. It hurt to even sigh.

‘Do it, no one will care’ says the voice.

‘Does it even matter?’

‘Not like anyone will miss you’

‘Who do you think you are?’

‘Stupid Uchiha’

‘Disgrace’

‘You are weird’

‘Pathetic’

‘Dishonor’

‘Failure’

‘Stupid’

‘Disgusting’

‘Pitiful’

‘I heard she has already failed 5 teams, now I can see why.’

‘You are the worst Sensei ever!’

‘You are really bitter!’

‘Worst Sensei’

‘Are you happy now?’

‘Annoying’

‘Messed up’

“SHUT UP!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! SHUT UP!” she yells and cries, certain that no one will hear her agony.

‘You don’t even matter.’

‘Do it’

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!” She falls on her knees, drowning in these thoughts. So deep that she doesn’t have the will to swim anymore, so dark that she can’t see the light above her. She feels helpless, worthless, she feels alone.

“AHHHHHH!!!” She punches the floor in frustration and hears something clank onto the ground. She looks to her side and sees a kunai peeking out from her pouch. Calling out to her, begging to be taken.

‘Grab it’ the voice says but she hesitates, however she somehow finds comfort in that kunai. The one thing that she believes can save her, is the thing that will kill her. She grabs the kunai desperately and she grips it with both hands. Trembling, she holds it up to her neck. Suddenly, a loud tumbling startles her and she activates her Sharingan by instinct. She looks up to see her door knocked down and four figures standing there.

“SAYA!” Kiseki yells and puts a hand out to stop the genin.

“S-Sensei!” the genin step forward, but feel helpless. The only thing standing between them and Sensei is Kiseki’s hand. They all stare in horror, never had they ever encountered something like this.

“It’s all over now, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.” She says as she closes her eyes and begins to drive the kunai towards her neck. Suddenly she feels a gust of wind, she hears a movement so fast it almost didn’t register.

“Ngh!” A gushing sound makes her open her eyes. She doesn’t feel pain, she only feels guilt and remorse. Her eyes widen.

“W-what?! Kiseki you—” Kiseki’s arm is in front of her with the kunai embed into his arm. She turns her head and sees Kiseki smiling, he embraces her as if securing her from any other harm.

“You can’t, you can’t die on me.” He whispers and immediately she hears footsteps rushing towards her. Young children’s cries fill the once empty lonely silent room. Cries of people she just met today. Cries of children that didn’t like her, the ones she made angry on purpose so that they hate her.

“Sensei! I am sorry! You are not the worst!” Kaminari yells as she grips Saya, hugging her from the front.

“And you aren’t annoying!” Kai blurts out, he is trying to control his tears but they slip down the cheeks uncontrollably. He hugs her from the left side, burying his head on her shoulder.

“I wasn’t right on calling you bitter! I am sorry!” Haruto repeats over and over as he tightens his hold on her right side.

“Please Sensei! Don’t do this!” They all say at the same time.

“You guys…” Saya is speechless. For the first time, she is speechless and not on purpose. She begins to cry, not just tears, but her whole soul is crying. Her voice comes out as broken, but in reality she is saved.

“See? we want you to live.” Kiseki says as he places his forehead on the back of her neck as tears slip from his eyes, caressing his cheeks.

“…passed…” Saya mumbles and the genin suddenly stop crying in order to hear her, they look up at her with trails of tears on their cheeks.

“Huh?” the genin say in unison.

“You all… passed… you are now genin.” Saya smiles while her tears cascade from her eyes onto her now damp mask. The genin smile and hug her tight as if to never let go of such a wonderful person. A misunderstood person who just needed warmth, real comfort and not from a hot cup of coffee. ‘Maybe there is hope in life’ Saya thought to herself as she smiled, a genuine smile that she had lost long ago.

To be continued.

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