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Hololive: Ministry and Myth

Chapter One

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“How did you get that stopwatch?” It was a common question that quickly became a joke as Amelia never cared to answer or laughed it off awkwardly when her friends asked. But in front of her wasn’t a friend, nor a foe, a stranger that turned her away years ago when she was desperate to save someone dear to her. Just the same, Ameila didn’t care to answer, but it only made the female Warden frustrated. “I asked you a question, human. Who gave you–how did you get that in your possession?”

Amelia stared back at the Warden, with the click of her tongue she took it out, holding it by the chain. The watch was a dull gold color with the glass fogging from the years. The chain was only an accessory she kept around for the sake of Krono, a reminder she was graced with a gift. She smirked, a infamous warning to those that were to see it, and flashed to object at the Warden. The Warden’s eye twitched in annoyance. Ameila found it amusing how much her presence brings the Warden pain, a struggle to control the situation, and gather answers she wished to know.

“Tch,” The Warden turned away. “Be stubborn.” She took a small glance back. “Don’t be surprised when you disrupt the order, causing timelines that bring pain to many.”

Amelia cocked an eyebrow. “Never took you for caring about human lives.”

“I have a duty to uphold, your people seem to neglect your own responsibilities.” Ameila saw the Warden vainish, leaving only faint blue particles behind. She woke up in her chair, a room she shared with one of her friends, living in the house with the rest. She groaned at the ache from the sudden call the Warden forced her to attend. She twisted around, seeing her friend sleeping, drool coming from the corner of her mouth. She chuckled silently, throwing the blanket back onto her small body, and turning off her desk light.

When she went back in time to save her friend from death, it took her endless tries to come to the possibility to rescue her. But the only timeline that she succeeded in was the one her friend voluntarily left her home to follow her interest in the world above–to safitsy the curiosity and boredom she’s been waiting to fulfill.

She never knew how many emotions she could feel in one moment, but in her dreams she relieved them all. Her mind played the many scenarios of her friend dying, her dying, the city falling to the bottom of the ocean. It caused her to wake up with tears of panic. It felt real to her, sadly, she kept it to herself–even to the person that no longer remembers those tragedies.

She crawled up onto the top buck, climbing under the covers and closed her eyes. She no longer begged for good dreams, she always expected the worst, and they always gave their regards.

***

The following days were a struggle, the constant lessons in adapting to a different country, languages and mannerisms her friend gladly taught her. Each day Amelia studied, note cards piled up on the corner of her desk, journals filled with quick letters to herself about the things she went through to end up in a place she called home. Photos on her bulletin board of her friends, more so her roommate.

She jolted up from her seat when a gust of air blew past her ear. She cupped the said ear, turning around to see her roommate smile at her. It was a smile that drew her own lips to curl up, and she laughed, relaxing her arm to her side.

Upon the many timelines she witnessed and created, she could still remember the first one, the one that held the origin of how she met her roommate. She studied her friend, the small long shark tail that lifted up any shirt she were to wear. Amelia checked the time, seeing that it was barely noon. She glanced over at her roommate.

“Gura,” Amelia called out to her.

Her roommate rubbed her eyes before returning eye contact. “Yes?”

“Want to go out and get some food?” The shark lit up and the sleepiness wore off. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Amelia chuckled, reaching for her coat. “Don’t forget your hoodie. It’s cold out.”

“Shouldn’t we ask the others?” Gura spoke, struggling to fit her arms through the sleeves.

“If they want to come they’ll ask,” Amelia forced herself to remain calm. “And anyway, I just want to spend time with you.”

Gura jiggled her eyebrows. “I see.”

“Knock it off,” Amelia pushed her playfully, laughing.

Amelia left the room first, checking every so often behind her to make sure Gura was following along. Taking a house key from the keybowl in the kitchen, she locked the door behind her after making sure everything was in place, and they didn’t forget anything. She carefully took steps down the concrete stairs in front of the door, and reached to the sidewalk. Gura jumped from the second to last step, lifting her arms in the air, yelling out a yawn.

Amelia knew her life was great, better than any other timeline scenario she has ever witnessed, it has been so long since she used her stopwatch that some days she forgets about it. But her encounter with the Warden, the one that greatly resembles Krono, reminded her of the object that lived in her coat pocket. Due to that, she was fidgeting with it while Gura kept getting distracted with her own conversations.

“I wonder what the others are up to,” Gura mumbled.

Amelia knew that going for food, whether it was breakfast, lunch, or even dinner, it was as a group, but she felt her stomach twist. An uneasy feeling. It was a feeling, telling her to keep watch on Gura, to make sure she doesn’t go too far. It was already hard knowing Gura doesn’t remember anything from the past, the many timelines where she died, or watched Amelia die. It was a curse, and there were times Amelia didn’t know if she could ever get out of it.

There was a timeline that she almost made a reality, one where everyone she knew now didn’t know she existed. In school years, she watched Gura from afar, everytime she wanted to get close she stopped herself, or something stopped her from reaching out to her. But all she could do was leave a letter behind, introducing herself to Gura before erasing herself from that timeline. She believed that Krono, or his counterpart was stopping her from interacting with those that she hadn't met before, in many other timelines she had known Gura, or woke up knowing her character knew her. In the timeline where she didn’t exist, she was in a classroom feeling a sort of adrenaline rush when she somehow managed to make eye contact with Gura.

She doesn't want to believe that one scenario made her insecure in everything her friend does, every word she said made her overthink. It was a struggle she kept buried, and only two knew, but those were the worst people to know of her burden.

Gura pulled at Amelia’s coat, saving her from knocking into a bus stop. “You okay?” Amelia’s breath hitched and she shook her head. She didn’t say anything, continuing forward without glancing back at Gura’s possible expression of confusion.

Once the cafe came into view, Amelia sighed. The place was intoxicating, the smell of pasties and milk sent her in a melted state of relaxation. Gura always teased her and the others agreed with her. She entered with a slight push of the door. The bell dinged as the workers waved and bowed at their appearance.

“Go find us a seat, I’ll order the usual.” Gura insisted.

Amelia was about to protest, but Gura already had skipped off the moment her lips began to move. She held her hands together and went to the furthest corner near an open window to sit down at. She stared at the window, her hand covering her mouth as her weight rested against it. She closed her eyes and the smell coaxed her to sleep.

“Amelia!” She opened her eyes to see Krono. His usually deadpan expression seemed frantic, his bow out of alignment to his suit, and the end of his gloves were uncomfortably rolled up. She could tell she was in an abyss, similar to the Timeless Void she first met Krono, but she was floating as if she was underwater. She saw the stress in his eyebrows, the fidgeting of his gloves, and how his eyes never made contact with her own. “I cannot explain in all details, but understand, one of the Ministry members has failed to uphold their duties, or rather, is rogue and neglecting the boundaries I have set.”

Amelia squinted her eyes, confused. “Why are you telling me this?”

“We are both to blame.” He clasped his hands together, then let them rest to his side. “My power, a fraction of it, rests in that stopwatch. It is not my pick to consult with you, but I have no other choice in the matter.”

“What about the others?”

“The others? You mean the other council?” He shook his head. “Not now, not until I’ve seen you fail.”

“So. . . what has gone wrong?” He turned his head, and a faint voice echoed in the void.

“Time is soon going to stop, the color red is your enemy, and soon your friends may as well.” He gave a small smile. “I failed my duties, but maybe you can save Ministry, with me.” He closed his eyes, his body turning into the same gold and blue color and the swirls of light entered her watch. She took it out, seeing it glow as the power grew. The second the light stopped she was back at the cafe.

“Amelia, did you stay up again?” Gura asked, setting down the drinks.

Amelia blinked, lifting her face off her hand and rotating. “Even if I slept a whole day, it won’t be enough.” She laughed, taking her drink. “Thanks though, I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Gura took a slip from her cup and glanced at the window. It was a comfortable silence, Amelia was glad she could sit quietly with someone without it being awkward.

Amelia, even if she wanted to enjoy the moment, her mind was running, thinking without a hint at stopping. The sudden call from Krono, it worried her. She didn’t understand, but knowing a powerful creation is losing himself, it scared her. The thought that constantly rang in her head, something that even Krono probably thought as well; was it her fault? Was it their fault? Was the making of the stopwatch with even a small part of his power being used by a human, causing timeline after timeline, end up breaking something?

Her mouth opened, a small gasp came from her throat. Over the years, she had learned of what the council consisted of: Time, Space, Nature, Chaos, and a Guardian. She furrowed her eyebrows. It was Chaos who lost himself. The color red, it meant him. Krono told her who the problem was and then abandoned it all, but where were the remaining members? The Guardian may not be as helpful, but Space and Nature are powerful to a point. Her hand balled into a fist. She knew if she called for help from the others, they would patronize her the same as Krono. She shook her head.

She sighed. It was stressing her out. The burden on her shoulders would soon collapse, and she would fail whatever her mind was set on. She glanced at Gura who was twiddling on her phone. There were many times where she wanted to speak to Gura about everything. About her nightmares, the constant nagging from the Wardens. She pushed the thought down.

“Hey,” Amelia jerked her head to Gura. “What’s on your mind? I've been hoping you would talk about some major project, but. . . you’ve just been thinking way too much. I mean, seriously, your eyebrows would either go up or down.”

“Do you ever daydream? About random things.” Amelia asked.

“Hmm, yeah sure, I guess.” Gura pondered. “Eh, honestly, if I ever did, I don’t remember.”

Amelia smiled. “Don’t worry too much about it, just asking.” She stood up, holding the cup in her hand. “Why don’t we get out of here. How long has it been?”

Gura checked her phone. “Half an hour.”

“What do you want to do? You want to go check something out?” Amelia asked.

Gura’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, we can meet up with the others at the mall!” She smiled.

“Oh.” Amelia quickly changed her disappointed expression with a soft smile. “Yeah, sure. It’s not a far walk.”

Gura groaned. “More walking?”

Amelia chuckled, dropping her cup into the trash. “Yeah, more walking, stinky.”

***

The walk to the mall was quicker than Amelia had initially thought, but Gura didn’t seem to complain as much when she saw the three by the entrance. Gura ran with her tail wagging behind her, jumping into the arms of Death, then her sandals were back onto the ground as she made her greetings. Amelia made her way to them, her hands behind her back awkwardly watching her friends interact. She knew she was distant from the rest, when she showed up she saw the humanoid Phoenix gazed at her shocked. She would’ve jokingly jab at her, but it wasn’t right, nothing here felt real to her.

There were times where she felt as if she wasn’t truly there. When they got together, her body didn’t feel her own, as if she was floating above the group just hopelessly watching.

“You doin’, okay there?” Amelia felt a strong hand on her shoulder and saw that Death had taken notice of her shadow. “The rest have already gone inside, you seem to be a lot quiet these days. Not like that’s bad, but abnormal? You only hang out with Gura.” She smiled at the way Death said her name. “Hey, now, don’t make fun of my sayings.”

“I’m okay, it's just been a while since we’ve all been together. Getting used to it, y’know?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure.” Death stared at the door. “Let’s catch up!” She pulled Amelia with her.

Being outside for so long, Amelia blinked and rubbed her eyes in hope it would help them adjust, but it only made her lightheaded. Death held her steady and in the end guided her to the rest of their friends. Gura was bouncing, pointing towards the restaurants in hope to get some treats that she forgot to buy at the cafe. Amelia reached for her wallet, took out some money and handed it to Gura.

“Oh, you’re just gonna give her so much control?” The humanoid Phoenix asked, smiling as Gura ran off. “She’s already hyper as it is, but I figure you’re the culprit.”

Amelia nodded her head. “We had some drinks, it seems I forgot about the consequences.”

“Don’t sweat it!” Death joked. “Hopefully she won’t cause trouble.”

“Well, why don’t we follow her? I’m hungry as well!” The Phoenix exclaimed. “Look at Ina, she is practically a zombie!” Amelia glanced at Ina who looked as if she just woke up.

“Alright then, I’ll pay!” Death smiled, her tongue between her teeth cheekily.

“Oh?” The Phoenix chuckled. “This is gonna be fun!”

Amelia followed behind them, but once her hand was stretched out to catch the door, she hesitated. She felt a sensation, a paranoid tingle at the back of her neck. She turned around, glancing at the barely empty walkway, ever-so-often was a family passing by. She glanced back and in the reflection of the glass door was an unknown face. Her breath hitched and took a step back.

She didn’t recognize it, but the rat ears gave her an idea. The man, or creation, stared back at her with a mischievous lick of his lips, the piercing on his tongue blinded her for a second. It was Chaos. The very being that Krono warned her about, or in words that seemed to be talking about him. He wiggled his eyebrows, studying her, and she saw him lift a vibrant box.

You better be careful from now on. You know the time it took to clean up your mess? I wish Krono was here to watch me, but just like Omega, when you need them the most they hide away.

He spoke to her in her mind, the echoing and pulse from his voice gave her mind a jolt of pain. She winced, holding the side of her head, same with the door handle with a white-knuckle grip.

I wanted to believe in Muman, that humans were precious and misunderstood. That through the evil good perviled, and all the paranoia Krono showed was in good light–not in pure desperation. Then he broke the rule, gave you that stopwatch. A human shouldn’t have that much power and he knows. What was he thinking? Do you know, Watson? You and him may have kept it a secret from the others, but dear, he can’t hide from the very being of Chaos.

“What?” She gasped at him, the pressure on her head growing stronger.

In return, he smiled at her and faded from the glass.

She closed her eyes, hoping the pain from her head would subside, but all she felt was a cold touch on her neck. She jerked her body around and saw Krono. He stood with a guilty expression. She turned back to the door, seeing the others ordering, and in the same reflection of where Chaos was, Krono wasn’t seen.

“Don’t bother.” Krono spoke, messing with his glove. “I’m not really here. Only in your mind.”

“Then how could I feel you?”

He sighed. “We are one, I feel what you feel, in both manners, and you do as well.” He stood behind the glass beside her. “All I heard from Muman was how much he was fascinated by the bonds humanity created, he barely told us about the evil–kept it as his own burden. I understand the fascination, looking at your friends interacting with each other with only goodwill, it humbles me a little. But it seems Chaos took a different approach. . .” He smiled down at her. “Though, watching the time they were with you, I feel your. . . insecurity.”

She clicked her tongue. “Great, you can know everything in my head?”

He shook his head. “Only the things you realize. There are emotions I feel and have no word for because you haven’t given it one. I can make guesses, but I cannot truly read you.”

She gripped the handle. “You. . . You’re just going to be my ghost?”

“The second you walk in there I’ll leave.” Krono spoke.

“Is Chaos going to keep showing his face?” Amelia faced him. “I know you’re trying to distract me from that fact, I can guess just the same as you.”

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m not so sure.”

“So you left them all to suffer?”

“I have my reasons.”

Amelia scuffed. “You neglect your responsibilities as much as us.”

“Watch yourself. I don’t need to be lectured by a human.” Amelia bit her tongue, entering the shop and as Krono said, he didn’t come with.

Ina took notice of Amelia and ran up to her as fast as she could. “Hey!” Her soft voice exclaimed. “I was wondering where you were. The food is going to get cold.”

“Oh, did Gura use all the money?”

“Nah. Calli took it from her before damage was done.” Amelia felt her body shock itself to remind her of reality. She forgot the rest of her friends' names. Death was Calliope, why did she forget that? The Phoenix was Kiara. The ache from her head started again. She pinched her thigh and smiled at Ina. “Oh, do you mind telling her she can keep it?”

Ina gave her a knowing look. “Are you leaving?” She tilted her head.

“I. . . have some business to take care of. Tell her I’ll be at the house when she’s done.”

Ina grabbed Amelia’s hand before she could step back. “Are you okay? The others may be too distracted to notice, but you stayed out here longer than needed. If there is something bothering you, you should let us know. If that’s too much, then tell me–even Gura.”

Amelia tensed. “Nothing is wrong, and even if there was something wrong, it wouldn’t matter if the whole world knew–it has to be fixed by me alone.” Ina opened her mouth then quickly closed it letting Amelia go. She left around the corner not turning back once.

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