#inspired by the hot guy i play red dead with like sir let me sit on your cock please

[darling-deadest]

if im good can i cockwarm you while you play video games? i promise i’ll only squirm a little

[omniscientoranges]

Get the Words Out

Dean tells Cas about John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, a boy, a crappy motel room, and the one thing he wants.

Trigger Warning - Homophobia (both internalized and said out loud)

1.9k words

[ao3]

(this is somewhat inspired by all the john’s journal posting that is like, sending me)

It's after. After all of it. After the empty, after the tearful hugs, after relieved hellos, after words still left unsaid, after the goodnights and I'll see you in the mornings. Just, after. It's only Dean and Cas sitting at the bunker's kitchen table now, and Cas gets up to walk to his room without a word (because he thinks he's been playing it off pretty well but really he's scared out of his mind to be alone with Dean, scared for the other shoe to drop). Dean gets up too, and Cas' heart flips when he realizes Dean is following him down the hallway. 

"Hey, hey, Cas, wait. Hold on a second," Dean asks, reaching out to pull on Cas' arm to get him to turn, but his hand stops short and only hovers. Somehow, that stings more than anything, the almost contact. Cas puts on a brave face and turns to Dean regardless. 

"Yes, what do you want, Dean?" 

Dean looks conflicted, then sighs and opens the door to his room (when did they get so far down the hallway?) and moves to sit down on the edge of his bed. 

"Cas could you uh, could you come here?" Dean pats the space on the bed next to him and gives Cas a tight smile. Cas looks wary, but he still trusts Dean with anything, everything, so he closes the door behind him and sits. 

"I gotta tell you something, okay? And it might, it might not be exactly what you're expecting to hear but it's-" Dean cuts himself off and looks down at his shoes. "I gotta say it first, before I can say anything else, alright? I just, I gotta tell you this first." 

Cas nods easily and fixes his eyes on Dean's face, "Alright, I'm listening." 

Dean nods once, short, and starts, "One time, um, dad dumped us- me and Sam- in Connecticut for a few months. I think Sammy was maybe, I dunno, twelve? And we stayed at this hotel with a heater that kept breaking down and a bad lock on the door." 

Cas nods again and gets a painfully soft look in his eyes that Dean can't look at, not quite yet. Cas wants to ask what does a crappy hotel room in Connecticut have to do with anything, Dean? But he sees the fraught expression Dean's wearing and decides that, whatever it is, Dean's got a damn good reason to make the connection. So, like he said he would, Cas listens. 

"Right and uh," Dean swallows hard, keeps his eyes trained on the floor, swallows again, and says, "There was this guy I knew that came around the room sometimes. He- you know I, I don't even remember his name." Dean huffs out a laugh over the lump in his throat to try and break the tension, but it just ends up making the tears he's been holding back for so, so long inch closer to the edge of his eyes. 

"But he had- he had this really cool car. I think it was a 71' Challenger. Bright red, fast as anything. But I'm kinda gettin' ahead of myself,'' Dean looks up from the floor and straight at the wall, but he isn't looking at the wall, not really. He's remembering a car, and a boy, and distantly, the worst night of his life. Gettin' ahead of myself again, where was I? Right. 

"Before that, when we got to school there the first day, I walked into whatever class I was stuck in at 8am and sat in the back because, ya know, we never hung around long so I didn't plan on learning much anyways. Didn't plan on making any friends either but, well," Dean actually smiles a bit at this. This part of the memory is fonder, afterall. "So I'm leaned back in my chair with my feet propped up on the desk getting the stink eye from the teacher already and this guy next to me he just, he just says hi to me, and he introduces himself and for some reason, I dunno I just- I just start talking to him. And he was nice and funny as hell so I decided 'yeah, yeah maybe I can have a friend. Just this once.'" Dean shakes his head, and Cas knows that's the head shake that means you idiot, what were you thinking, don't you know you don't ever get nice things? 

"So he started coming around the room, right? And usually we'd just sit and watch old westerns or whatever crap was on public access and bitch about school or life or something, but um, one night-" Dean stops looking anywhere, and closes his eyes before he continues. "One night, Sam was at the library I think, doing nerd stuff and, and the guy was over and we just- we were just sitting at the end of the bed watching tv. And then he-" Dean screws his eyes shut tighter and hot tears spill out of the corners, "He just- he just leans over and kisses me. And it takes me a second and then I just, I push him off of me and I say 'what the hell do you think you're doing, you know I'm not that kinda guy I don't swing that way,' just all the- all the usual crap. And we just look at each other for a second before he pulls me in and kisses me again and I-" Dean balls his fists in the rough fabric of his jeans and doesn't even try to stop crying, doesn't think he could stop crying at this point. He takes a sharp, deep breath in because he knows the next few words are going to knock all the air out of his lungs. 

"Cas, I- I kissed him back. I kissed him back because I wanted to, because I wanted to kiss him and I didn't care that he wasn't a girl, it didn't matter, I don't think it ever mattered. And then he starts to take off my shirt and then, well, you can probably uh, see where that leads. But- but the thing is that, it didn't lead there because-" Dean chokes down a harsh sob because he has to say it he has to get the words out because it feels like if he doesn't they'll rip through his chest like knives or like claws or like bullets. As it were, the next words weren't sharp or jagged, they were hollow and whispered, "He wasn't supposed to come back that night. He was supposed to be gone another week on a hunt he- he wasn't supposed to come back." 

Cas feels his blood run cold in a way it never quite had before, but it feels all too familiar just the same. 

Dean, eyes half open through the tears, keeps talking, "And he walked in and he was so, Cas, he was so mad you- I'd never seen him so mad before. And he wasn't, um, he wasn't scream and throw things and throw you mad, he was ice cold, dead silent mad. And the guy knew what was happening so he got his clothes and he left right away and when the door closed dad he- he just looked at me. And I'd never seen him look at me like that like he-" Dean finally lets a broken sob dig it's way out of his throat as he feels the tears from his face drip onto his forearms, "He looked so disgusted with me, like he was disgusted that I was his son. And he stared me dead in eye and said- he said 'boy, I ain't- I ain't gonna-" Dean brings his tear christened forearm up to his eyes to wipe away fresh tears, and he's almost too distraught to speak now, but he has to finish the sentence. Needs to, because he's never told anyone this, never wants to again, so he has to say it all now. 

"He looks at me and he says 'boy, I ain't gonna raise no queer son. You understand me?' and I said,'' Dean's posture straightens a bit, an echo from that moment, "'yes, sir, I understand' and he nodded at me and walked out of the room." Cas wants to reach out to comfort him, to fix something for him for once, but he knows this is a hurt that can't really be fixed. 

Dean takes a long breath out, "And then we left the next day. Never came back and, I never saw that guy again. But dad, he looked at me different after that, treated me different. Worse. He sent me on my first solo case a few months later but I- I think he just wanted to get rid of me. Like he couldn't bear to look at me, look at what I was. There weren't any more guys after that. Even after dad died I still couldn't- couldn't bring myself to do that, even though I still wanted to I just. I couldn't." 

Cas feels a tear roll down the side of his face, and he realizes he was so focused on hearing every word Dean was saying he didn't notice he had started crying too. He wipes his face with the back of his hand and says, "Dean, you know tha-" 

"I'm not finished yet, Cas. Please, just- just let me finish, okay?" 

"Okay. Okay, Dean." 

"What I'm trying to say is, I wanted there to be other guys, but I never wanted another guy more I wanted- more than I wanted you, Cas." Dean finally looks up to meet Cas' eye. 

"I wanted, want you more than I've ever wanted anything else, and I guess, hell, I guess you do too." Dean laughs a bit in disbelief, and reaches, timidly, for Cas' hand where it sits between them. Cas thinks, since when has Dean Winchester ever been timid about anything? That is, he thinks that up until the moment Dean's fingers wrap around his palm and then all he can think is Dean Dean Dean Dean Dean. Cas looks from their loosely intertwined hands up to Dean's face, back to their hands, back up to Dean's face, back to their hands again, then, finally, landing and staying on Dean's face. Dean's still crying, but he's also smiling and not for the first time Cas finds him so, so beautiful. Cas smiles too, and if he were in Dean's head he'd know that Dean finds him beautiful too, always has actually. 

"Dean, can I talk now?" Cas asks, half serious and half teasing. 

Dean teases back, "Depends, what do you wanna say?" 

Cas brings his free hand up to rest on Dean's cheek, "I want to say, that despite what your father might have believed, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. And, Dean, even if there was, well," Cas' smile widens and he leans closer to Dean, "I'll still love you, always." 

Dean looks relieved at that, like he'd been carrying a weight on his shoulders his whole life and only now did someone finally tell him it's okay, Atlas, you can put it down now.

"I love you too, Cas," Dean breathes, and leans forward to close a gap he hasn't closed since he was a teenager. Cas meets Dean in the middle and closes that same gap for the first time in his long, long life. 

When they finally pull apart it's only slightly, still resting their foreheads together. Cas pulls back a little further and tilts his head a bit to the side. Slowly, he moves his hand up to push off Dean's jacket. 

This time, it does lead there, later.

[i-learned-that-in-bookclub]

Relight that Spark Chapter 4

One shot of how the boys died and what they were thinking when that happened. Basically, everything that happened after they took a bite of the hotdogs

This was inspired by a TikTok I saw.

NOTE: I am NOT a doctor, just did a bit of research. I might have the medical things wrong.

Luke's POV

We sit down on the couch with our mouth-watering hotdogs. "This is awesome you guys. We're playing the Orpheum!" I exclaim. "I can't even count how many bands have played here and ended up being huge! We're gonna be legends." I lift my hotdog up. "Eat up boys, cuz after today, everything changes." We 'cling' our hotdogs together and begin to eat.

"That's a new flavor," Alex says, wiping mustard from his lip.

"Chill man, street dogs haven't killed us yet." Reggie relaxes.

I look down at my hotdog, wondering of Alex is right. But end up mulling over his statement and keep eating. After I finish the hot dog, I start to feel horrible. My body feels hot, like when you have a fever. My abs start to cramp, it feels like I'm being stabbed. I look over at Alex, who is hunched over holding his stomach. I turn towards Reggie and see him throwing up over the couch.

"Maybe we shouldn't have eaten those hotdogs." Reggie says, taking his previous statement back.

"It'll be fine guys, if the hotdogs were bad then we'll just throw them up." I answer.

"Yeah, ok." Alex agrees. Suddenly I feel the need to vomit. I turn around on the couch and lean over.

20 minutes later...

"Guys I don't think we got it out of our systems." Alex states.

"What would 'it' be exactly.?" I ask.

Alex shakes his head. "The bacteria, you idiot."

I nod, feeling to weak to answer. I look over at Reggie. He is ghost-white. "Reg, you're like SUPER pale." I rest my hand on his forehead to see if he's burning up. "Reggie, you're burning up, like a lot." I take my hand of, wincing slightly at the heat left.

"I think we need to call 911."I say and look over at Alex, he's also just as pale. "Alex, your skin went like 3 shades lighter."

"So did yours. I'm calling an ambulance." Alex states, he stands up a little to grab his phone, wincing at the pain movement causes.

"911 what's your emergency."

"Hi um...we ate some bad hotdogs and we don't feel good."

"Ok sir, where are you?"

"Sunset Boulavard. Outside the Orpheum, by Sam and Ella's hotdogs." Alex respond. (Sam and Ella is what the hotdog buissness is called in the show)

"Ok we're on our way."

Alex hangs up. "Now we wait."

I groan from the painful cramps. None of us can even move and we're heating up even more. 5 minutes later the ambulance arrives. "Go go, go, go." The crew says. They take 3 strechers, and put is on. I don't even know what's going on. All I can hear is the crew screaming to load is into the ambulance. All I can see is flashes of people running around, 'What's going on? Where am I? Why is everyone running around? Why am I laying down?' My mind is going crazy and I'm starting to get delusional from the fever. My mind keeps jumping from question to question. But most importantly, "WHERE ARE ALEX AND REGGIE?!" I ask, sitting up lightning fast.

"Shhh, it's ok, lay back down." A nurse instructs, starting to strap me down.

"Why are you strapping me down? I don't want this." I panic again.

"I'm strapping you down so you don't move." She answers, finishing her task.

"B-but where are my friends?" I ask again, starting to get teary.

"They're already in the truck." She answers, softly pushing me back down and putting an oxygen mask on me so I can breathe better. Some of the workers load me into the ambulance. 'Wait, wait, if I'm freaking out what about Alex?' I look over to my left and see Alex having a panic attack. He's hyperventilating and looking around the room. I see his hand hanging out of the stretcher. I grab it to calm him down. His head snaps over at me, his eyes tear-stained and a little red. The oxygen mask over his nose.

"Hey, hey Alex, calm down, it'll be ok." I assure. He nods and grips my hand tighter. Suddenly, I feel a massive pain stab my other arm. I turn my head over and see the same nurse stick a needle inside me.

"W-what are you doing?" I ask, sniffling a bit.

"It's ok just breathe, this'll kill the bacteria." She pats my head and sticks another shot in. I hear the sound of someone crying and look up a bit to see Reggie. His arm is also out, I take the opportunity to grab it.

"Hey Reg, it'll be ok. Just breathe." I say.

"You're right, it's just that I hate needles." He replies.

"I know buddy, I know." I grip his arm tighter.

"His fever is rising!" I hear from my right and turn my head.

"Get more ice to cool it down!" I hear from my left. I feel a stabbing pain from the shot. All I can think to do is hold the boys' hands tighter.Tears slowly roll down my face. I feel something cold be put under my shirt. The cold of the ice and the heat of my body make it burn. "Ahhh!" I scream out, trying to be heard, but there is too much chaos going on. Suddenly I hear a long beep. It a continuous one, I feel my self lose the grip of some of the boys' hands. I turn to see Alex's hand hanging down. "He's dead". I hear the doctor say.

"No,no,no,no.no. No, Alex please no." I beg, looking over and seeing everyone crowding him. I see the doctor try to shock him back to life with some shocker thingys. After load of tries, it doesn't work. "Keep trying, don't give up on him!" I yell. That same nurse comes over to me. I see her name tag and desipher a name, even if my eyes are blurry from tears. Jenniffer.

"I'm sorry, he's gone." She tells me, stroking my hair out of my face.

"No, no,no there has to be a way." I say, begging her to give me something.

"I'm sorry," Jenniffer says and walks away.

I look over to Alex's body, not moving not breathing. "NO. ALEX!!!" I scream, the pain in my voice. Tears stream down my face, in large amounts. I cry so much, my face getting super puffy. Just then, I hear another long beep. I turn towards Reggie. I'm slowly losing grip on his hand. I lose grasp of it and it falls. "He's dead too." I hear again. I see his lifeless body just laying there. Even more tears come down. I sob, mourning the death of my 2 best friends.

"I'm all alone." I whisper. Suddenly, I droop my eyes down a little, my whole life flahes before my eyes.

The first time I got a guitar, meeting Reggie, meeting Alex, meeting Bobby. Forming the band. Playing our first gig. Everything, then I see my parents. 'Oh no, my parents.' I think. ' Why did I run out on them?' My eyes start drooping again. Jenniffer comes over, I grab her hand, "Jenniffer, can you do me f-favor?" I ask whispering. She nods. "Can you please tell my par-" I long beep is heard in the background. My eyes close and I let go of her. 'Keep dreaming like we'll live forever, I guess that didn't happen.' I think, before my brain shuts down.

I float out of the ambulance. I get to this dark room, there's no one here. I see a bright light shining on someone. "God?" I ask, wondering who it is.

"No even better." I hear. I step closer and see Alex and Reggie. I run up to them and hug them. I cry on their shoulders, they do the same. "We were gonna be legends." I whisper.

"We were." They responds. I hug them tighter and we all cry.

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/26865526/chapters/65721589

[gaasaku-fanfests]

The Bar Flower

Title: Bar Flower Author: pikaboubou Rating: M Word Count: 11574 Summary: Sakura has decided to drink her troubles away at the bar during Naruto and Hinata's wedding reception. She is bitter with loneliness over Sasuke's neverending absence, and wanting a drastic change. When an old friend, Gaara, sits down in the stool next to her she finds a few ways to make him feel flustered, and he decides that it's time for her to go home. However, she has other plans for the evening. Plans that challenge the meaning of 'friendship'. Warnings: Sexual content, alcohol, peer pressure, dub-con, some foul language, occasional 'dark Gaara', inciting poor behavior. Authors Note: There are moments in here where things are not said nicely, and the characters instigate each other by drudging up past mistakes. These are not healthy behaviors, and I don't condone them outside of this fiction. Also, I decided to do 'friends to lovers' due to the fact that there are actually so many 'enemies to lovers' fics out there. I wanted to challenge myself with a situation where platonic friends could change drastically in a more 'realistic' (not really) situation.

Trope: Friends to Lovers or Enemies to Lovers

Sakura took another shot of hot cheap sake, the numbing sting of alcohol ran like sharp blades down her throat. Her made-up face scrunched in a harsh wince. Drunk, that's what she wanted to be. Ino had gone to hang onto Sai's arm like some lovesick puppy, leaving the other girl lonely at the bar. The saddest part was that Ino was supposed to be the pinkette's 'date'. Now Sakura was all alone, at Naruto and Hinata's wedding reception no less. "Abandoned. Again." She groaned as her head lowered to hit the shiny lacquered surface of the ornate bar. Soon someone had saddled up beside her on the next barstool earning her drunken curiosity. They were wearing a nice beige-grey button down duster, but she had no desire to lift her head to look at the person's face. She stared at the stranger's sleeve while admiring the fancy red detailing on the cuffs. "I like your...hnnn jacket?" She questioned herself, as she didn't really know what the garment should be called at the moment. The sleeve moved as if it had just noticed her, but she was still too lazy to look up. This person had masculine hands though, with very nice looking pale skin. "Hmm... you have pretty hands too..." In her stupor she reached out for the stranger's hand to practically yank it over to her. The man yelped, and it sounded familiar enough for her to actually look up to identify the person. Coal rimmed cyan eyes, soft yet chiseled features, porcelain complexion, crimson hair, and the kanji for 'love' carved on the left side of their forehead. An unforgettable face. "Eh? Ha ha! Hello Gaara!!" She grinned ear to ear, now glad to have some good company. "Hello, Sakura. Are you having a nice evening?" The redhead looked polished for the occasion, and he was smiling more than she had ever seen before. It was something that she really liked about him, the fact that he would smile honestly for Naruto's happiness. Perhaps he could smile for her too one day. "I was feeling lonely... so I drank this shit..." The kunoichi practically punched her small empty bottle of sake, and it flew off the bar only to clatter on the floor. "Whoops! Haha! Did you see how far it flew?!" "Yes, your strength is limitless." A smart smirk graced his pale lips, and she stared at his mouth for much longer than what was necessary. "Men don't like that." Sakura slurred while tugging on his arm, for some reason she wanted a very up close view of the red cuffs on his coat. His throat cleared for a moment, as if he was nervous of the topic. Did she say something wrong? "Well, I wouldn't say all men." His eyes shifted off to the side, cueing her to notice what seemed to be a little secret hiding under his statement. And so a sly smile crossed her face, jade eyes narrowed knowingly with a suggestive waggle to her well groomed brow. "Oh? You like 'em tough huh? I never figured you to be that kind of guy--" "I'm sorry, what kind of guy?" Gaara was sucked in, leaning towards her with a curiosity that made her absolutely giddy. His eyes were fresh, and sparkly regardless of the black that surrounded them. 'They’re black... like a smokey eye... bedroom eyes... ha ha...' "Hnnn... you like chicks in tight leather. Whips, chains, and bdsm! I can totally see it! Hehe!" The kunoichi started to giggle hysterically before practically rolling her head onto his forearm. The arm tensed underneath her weight, and she feared that he might pull it away from her. "You have quite an imagination." The redhead spoke tightly, as if he was trying to deflect her statement. "Ah-ha! You didn't deny it!" Sakura shot up so fast that the man she was holding captive practically fell off his bar stool in surprise over her outburst. When she noticed him trying to compose himself she started to laugh. "Don't get scared! I'm not going to flog you, and don't bother asking me either--" "I wasn't going to--" He opened his mouth to counter, but she quickly slammed her creamy palm over it. His skin was warm despite looking so cold. "SSSSssshhh! Don't speak! I know how difficult this must be... trying to get me to go home with you... but I know your evil plan, sir." The kunoichi leaned towards him with a drunken sinister intent, almost falling out of her bar stool in the process.

His hands went to her waist and shoulder to hold her upright while she giggled at the contact. Her delicate hands had braced his shoulders, not failing to notice the muscular build hiding underneath all of his layers. "To be honest, I think we should get you to your home instead--" "Gasp! You can't spend the night at my place! Scandalous!" Sakura tapped him teasingly on the cheek in a mock slapping fashion making the redhead blink dumbly in response. He looked so innocent and wide eyed. It was funny since he was so formidable, and yet it seemed like he was meant to be both extremes. Perfectly balanced-- "Cute faces don't work either... you slut--" "Okay! Well, let's get you home!" Gaara reached for his drink he had on the bar, and slammed it before placing down a rather generous amount of money. "For hers as well, thank you very much." Suddenly she was being guided off of her stool, away from the bar, and away from other people. 'He's really taking me home?!' The pinkette began to sour at the thought, quickly halting her movement that left him being pulled back by her dead weight. "What's wrong?" The redhead seemed genuinely concerned making her feel guilty over how much she had been burdening him tonight, and yet there was a selfishness there that couldn't be ignored either. Sakura needed something, she just didn't know exactly what that 'something' was. "If you're taking me home... let me wear your jacket." It was the only reason she could make up at the moment aside from the obvious reason of her wanting to stay and drink her troubles away. He gave her a confused expression until she held out her hand expectantly. "I'm cold, good sir. I need a gentleman's jacket--" "Oh!" Gaara seemed to jolt into action, removing the beige-grey coat in quick motions before handing it to her awkwardly. The pinkette silently admired the black dress shirt he chose to wear underneath, but then took a better liking to his light blush just a tad more as he held out the coat for her. She took it greedily, and covered up her flowing pink dress in favor of the masculine duster. She did a singular twirl before giddily laughing to herself. "Look! I'm you!" Sakura grinned ear to ear, but stopped when she caught him blushing just a bit more than before. "Wait, hold on a sec--" She composed herself, then crossed her arms in a power stance with a complimenting glare. "Okay, now I'm reaaally you!" It took a moment, but eventually a smile broke out on his face, and a small dusty laugh escaped him. He was genuinely laughing for her, and it made her feel loved and appreciated for some odd reason. She was inspired to snatch up his porcelain hand to pull him along with her. The redhead stumbled behind her for a moment, but eventually found a good walking pace that kept him at her side. She was reluctant in letting go of his surprisingly soft hand, so she chose to hold it for as long as he would let her. The duster swished around her ankles adding a regal flair to her already proud gate. "You seem to like my coat a lot." Gaara said cheerfully, but still in a rather relaxed tone. He had the type of voice that could put chills down your spine, or make you want to fall asleep. It was a whispering yet velvety sound, and she wished he would talk more just so she could indulge in his stimulating tone. "Well, you seem to like me wearing your coat--" "Do I now?" He pressed teasingly with a slight laugh, but two could play at that game. "Oh yes, right now you're imagining me wearing nothing under this coat! Scandalous!" The kunoichi turned to face him, and opened up one side of the duster like some sort of perverse exhibitionist. The redhead stopped dead in his tracks completely dumbfounded, and just as she thought that she had made a poor joke he started to bellow out a hearty laugh. "Alright, Ms. Flasher, which way to your apartment?" He shook his head at her antics, but wore a beautiful smile the entire time. Sadly, her apartment was right down the road. She pointed, and tugged him along with her down the darkened streets. Not failing to drag her feet slightly to prolong their fleeting time together. The talking went quiet as they approached the building, and something was telling her in her gut that she was about to do something very stupid. However, she was done waiting for someone who refused to come home. She was tired of being alone all of the time while watching her friends indulge in the one thing she had always desired more than anything; romance. Gaara was an incredible guy, and a trustworthy friend. A friend she now eyed a bit differently than she used to now that they had both grown up. He was handsome, responsible, kind hearted, and a natural leader. He had everything a girl could want in one sandy package. Was it so wrong to allow her heart to pull a bit in his direction? She couldn't see anything wrong with it, if anything he would make an incredible catch-- They reached her door, and as Sakura looked between her keys and the doorknob she finally made her decision. A decision that would definitely change whatever they had here in this moment forever, but she swore to herself that it would be better. That she would regret nothing. The pinkette unlocked her door quickly, and practically rushed inside. Her companion did not enter, however. It was as if there had been some sort of barrier holding him back. "Um... I should probably go back. I'll take my coat if you don't mind?" Gaara cleared his throat nervously before holding out his hand expectantly for the jacket, but she recoiled to hold it tighter to her person. "No." Sakura huffed, making the usually stoic man blink in shock over her spoiled display. "I think I'll keep it--" "Sakura, you have to give that back. I need to go back to my hotel room." The redhead took an unconscious step forward into her apartment, so she took a teasing step back to lure him inside. "Oh? You think so, do you? Not convincing enough, try again." The pinkette watched with a newfound excitement as he seemed to tread further in, and eventually his whole body was through the doorframe. "Sakura, no more games please--" "I'm being completely serious! If you want your coat then come over here... and take it off of me." She knew she was swimming in very dangerous waters by saying such things, but with her rational thought process inebriated all she could feel was the raw excitement of the 'now' rather than the consequences of the 'later'. "I'm going to let you rethink that statement. I don't think you understand the context you are using." He seemed... angry. No, not angry, more like frustrated. As if he was fighting some sort of invisible foe that kept him from stepping any closer to her. Yet she was so close to breaking him, and it was so incredibly wild to think about. Any second now he could snap like a rubberband, and she wanted more than anything for him to get flung in her direction. "No really, Gaara. Close the door, and come get your coat." Sakura lowered her tone, her eyes narrowing suggestively as she backed up with slow steps into her bedroom. The pinkette disappeared into the darkness of her room without closing the bedroom door behind her, allowing it to serve as a welcome sign for him to enter. She looked about herself, her inebriated state taking in her possessions from her childish trinkets on her packed bookshelf to the plain full bed complete with a pink comforter in the corner. These were items that she had recycled since her teens, and yet she wanted desperately to outgrow them. Sakura was an adult now, not a child. It was time that she took the next steps to solidify that fact. It was quiet, but she distinctly heard the sound of a latch clicking out by the front door where she left him. The light from outside had been shut out, leaving the hallway in darkness. At first she was afraid that he had left, as there was a long silence after her front door had closed. But then she heard an exasperated sigh from down the short hall, and she nearly giggled at the realization that he was still in her apartment. The redhead's feet padded softly on her wooden floors, and she could see his silhouette appear in the doorway. Her butterflies were fluttering with excitement, and her mind bubbled from the alcohol that left her pleasantly dizzy. "Alright, I'm here to retrieve my coat--" Gaara held out his hand expectantly once again, but he was in for a rude awakening. "Oh no, good sir. You actually have to take it off of me." The kunoichi hugged the jacket close to her feminine frame while he balked at her boldness. "Hnnn, I might put up a fight though... I really like this coat." Without any warning he started crossing the room going for the jacket out of irritation. She dodged him, but fell onto her plush bed in the process. With a huff he went to lunge for it, but she crawled further up the center of the bed to avoid his grasp. "Give it back." The redhead warned, his hairless brows furrowing over his black rimmed eyes as he sported a frustrated frown. "Mmm... no." The pinkette shook her head childishly at him, whipping her pink hair about her cheeks with a bright smile. However, he did not seem to be in the mood for her antics anymore. "Last warning--" Gaara leaned in, towering over her like the authoritarian person he truly was. "Or what? What will you do?" Sakura ran her polished nails down the decorative buttons of the duster, and watched curiously as his haunting eyes followed her hand with interest. The man had irises that practically glowed in the dark, so it was not too difficult to see where he was looking, and his eyes were practically tracing everything. However, he was still quite hesitant, and that just wouldn't do. 'Time for plan B.' She inwardly snickered. "Well, I am getting quite hot actually..." The kunoichi slowly slid off the masculine garment, but just as he leaned in to snatch it he paused to watch her reach for the hem of her dress. It shocked him enough that he had frozen mid grab to gawk as she peeled away the flowing pink fabric from her skin. He seemed dumbfounded by it, as if he had never seen a woman in her underwear before. Although, she couldn't completely blame the man as she was wearing a lacy show stopper teal set that was definitely sexier than her usual undergarments. She had worn them just in case this exact scenario happened, and lucky for her she chose wisely. While he continued staring at her far harder than what was considered normal she quickly slid back on his jacket, and then hugged it possessively to her half naked frame. She had never seen him look so nervous before. Usually he was confident, aloof, or regal. But lately it seemed he was beginning to let more of himself show, and she was getting to see a more private and adorable side to him. It left her craving far more than what was professional, but the whole purpose of inviting him in was meant to be the exact opposite. "There we go! Mmmm it feels even better like this! It's so soft inside..." The pinkette ran her delicate hands along her curved figure through the duster, and his focused eyes followed for a brief moment before snapping out of an obvious wet dream. "Don't say things like... 'that'." Gaara looked away from her, swallowing hard as he tried to articulate his words. Sakura could see his pale fingers twitching with anxiety. The pinkette felt so powerful, it was almost more intoxicating than the alcohol she had drank earlier, and she did not want to stop for anything in the world. Not when she felt this high. "Why not? It's my home, I can say whatever I like." Sakura started to crawl towards his cautiously standing figure before stopping right in front of him on her knees. As he straightened rigidly her face came up to his heaving chest, but that was fine with her. She had many ideas of how this could go. "I can do what ever I want in here--" "Sakura." The redhead tried warning her again, but his dusty tone sounded like he was beginning to become unsure of what he wanted. Her lithe hands came up to pluck at the buttons of his dress shirt, making his coal rimmed eyes grow wide in disbelief. "I can also do 'whomever' I want too, that is... if they are up for it, of course." Slowly she continued unbuttoning his shirt, but once halfway his porcelain hands stopped her efforts in a panic. "You're drunk." Gaara deadpanned, trying desperately to put a wall between them, but she only gave sly smile in return. "Not enough to misunderstand what I want..." She tried reaching for another button, but his porcelain hands were strong. "You don't want me, you want Sasuke Uchiha." The redhead stated softly while his features winced, as if that realization hurt him more than he was willing to admit. Well, she wasn't going to lie to herself. The words struck a painful chord in her. She wanted to prove Gaara wrong, that she didn't want Sasuke, that she was ready to try someone else for a change instead of a guy that did not give her any time of day despite all the sacrifices she had made. A boy who chose to leave her behind any chance he got. A boy who was consistently absent when she needed someone to be physically and mentally present with her. Even if the encounters were sparse, it was better than never knowing where the holder of her heart was, or never hearing from them. Sasuke always left her behind in the dirt, but now the person who could control the very sand beneath her feet was actually with her, and she wasn't alone. She didn't mind getting left behind if it was 'his' sand she was falling into. Gaara reminded her of Sasuke; that damaged soul, ethereal physical features, yet cold blooded in battle. Both of them had tried to kill her on occasion, perhaps this was the definition of her 'type'. Only, her type had changed from constantly chasing someone who was never there to someone who was currently present. She was willing to take a chance on furthering a good friendship into something much more personal. She needed someone there, right that very second. And Gaara was literally standing just inches away trying desperately not to stare at her like he wanted to devour her body, yet the expression peeked through in moments of weakness. She wanted him too. Right now. "I'm sick and tired of chasing stupid boys. I need a man." With a feminine growl she yanked hard on his pale hands, pulling the redhead attached to them onto the bed with her. His body hovered over hers with a look of utter shock. "Sakura, stop it! You don't want me, I'm not the right person for this--!" Despite his reservations, Gaara was rather easy to grapple with until he was underneath her. With an almost frightened expression he tried backing up to escape, but she followed him all the way up to the headboard. "Why do you keep moving away? Am I really so disgusting? If you're grossed out just say so!" Sakura crawled over him, irritated by the fact that he kept denying her. It made her feel more sick by the second, as if perhaps he truly didn't see her that way, and wasn't actually playing hard to get. Perhaps she had been all wrong about this, and the way his eyes had traced her body had nothing to do with fluttering butterflies. Maybe he was just truly weirded out... Maybe this was all a horrible mistake... The redhead's face morphed with confusion, and awkwardness as he tried to think of a response to that. She felt guilty for even putting him in such a situation. "You are very beautiful, and I do find this very tempting..." Gaara shyly looked off to the side, and her heart skipped a beat. 'He's really considering it--!' "It's just... I'm not experienced--" As his words grew softer she could no longer contain her excitement. "That's fine! I don't get around much either." The pinkette shrugged off his excuse with a bright smile, her energy renewed at the fact that he was actually considering sleeping with her. Sakura continued to attack the buttons of his dress shirt while saddling herself on his lap. An audible gulp had resounded from his masculine throat, and his adorable anxiety only fueled her fire. "Sakura... I'm not experienced... at all. Period." Gaara gave a heavy exhale as his shirt was finally opened, like he might be having some sort of a panic attack. The sound made her halt her actions, realizing rather quickly that he was not the one night stand kind of guy, he was a romantic. A poet. Not to mention that he was also a virgin... like her. However she did not want to tell him that. She didn't want the redhead to feel guilty about receiving such a 'gift' from her. "It's okay... I don't mind." With her buzz still going she roamed her fingers over his toned bare chest, letting her shiny nails scratch at his smooth pale skin with the gentleness of a feather. His cyan eyes followed her curiously, growing more relaxed the more she worked her soothing spell. "Are you... doing this because you want to? Or is it because you feel you have to?" Even though Gaara's question seemed like it was meant to put her off, she suddenly felt his fingers gliding along the tops of her bare thighs; proving the fact that he was leaning towards a more favorable answer. The tickling sensation he brought made her visibly shiver with anticipation. "Is it okay if I say both?" Sakura coyly dragged her fingers up until they reached his neck, the skin there was so soft she imagined touching a beautiful porcelain doll. 'He really does look like a porcelain doll...' The redhead hummed as she stroked up to his ears, and then all the way back down to his silky chest. His charcoal lids fluttered with a sharp intake of breath from every pass. She noticed that he never answered her, and that he was just so incredibly absorbed with the pleasant sensations that his thoughts had gone completely dead. "Gaara, are you alive in there?" The kunoichi giggled as she upturned his chin, petting him like one would a loving cat. His hazy eyes eventually came back to hers, and with a few quick blinks he quickly startled as if waking from a dream. "We have to stop this, right now--!" Gaara moved his hands to her hips in an attempt to move her, but she slammed his shoulders hard into her headboard in protest. "You know, there are a LOT of guys that would kill to be in your shoes right now." Sakura spoke lowly, her tone invoking obedience from the man underneath her. "I'm not going to cry about this afterwards, I made my decision. So stop thinking that this will ruin anything between us. We can still be friends afterwards." Gaara opened his mouth to respond, but she quickly covered it with her hand. "No, stop talking! You're just acting like a baby--ghhh!" It was at that moment that the redhead showed his true colors vibrantly. He switched their positions, her world spinning as he pinned her down. Next he snarled right in her face, looking like a feral version of himself from long ago. It startled her, and thrilled her at the same time. He looked so frightening that she couldn't stop herself from biting her lip with anticipation. Would he attack her? Throw her into a position that he had always desired to take a woman in? He huffed angrily like a wild animal, making her believe that those strange jinchuriki habits must die hard. "You do not want me to do this to you, trust me--" "Oh, shut up!! Stop acting like I can't handle you!!" The pinkette shouted bitterly at him, and wondered if it was disrespect that might rile him up. The grip tightening on her wrists was beginning to prove her initial thought true. "You know, Gaara, I miss that thirteen year old boy who tried to kill me just to piss off my teammates." Black rimmed eyes widened at that, and his pale lips parted in disbelief. Completely horrified. "Are you being serious right now?" The redhead's face contorted, and she felt another power high from getting him worked up. She was aiming very low, and although part of her felt bad another part of her was excited by it. It was rare to see Gaara in any state other than anger or complete calm, but he seemed to be utterly furious tonight. And it was all her fault. "Yes! You were so frightening, and untouchable. How did it feel to crush people in your hands, Gaara? Did it feel good? Did it feel good when you started to crush me too--?" "Enough, Sakura!" Gaara snarled violently at her, and for a second she actually recoiled from the heat of his burning aura, but the alcohol numbed her senses enough that she dove back in like a pomeranian fighting a doberman. "It did, didn't it?! You probably think about it when you're all alone... The sound of the air leaving my lungs, my cries of pain fueling that disgusting side of you--!!" "ENOUGH!!" The sound that came from his throat was a final warning. His burning forehead was pressed against her own with his frightening cyan eyes searing holes into her jades. She knew that his lips were pulled back into a terrifying snarl with how he heatedly breathed on her face.

Sakura had finally tapped into that animalistic side, and there was probably no running from him now. If he wanted to he could probably snap her neck before she could even think to stop him. The thought of him strangling her came to mind, and her fear was beginning to melt into something much more dangerous. "You're so angry, Gaara." The pinkette struggled slightly in his arms, squirming like weak game stuck in a predator's claws. She knew that the more dominant side of him would appreciate that, and by the way that his breath flayed against her skin she realized that she was right. "Let go, I want to play with you some more--" With a harsh growl the redhead's arms pressed down hard enough to bruise her, she winced at the pressure while struggling under his weight. "This... this is what you asked for...." Gaara puffed heated breaths against her face, and it was enough to make her head spin. In her dizzy state, and the closeness of his mouth, she pushed herself up to close the distance between their lips. She felt every muscle inside of him jolt at the foreign touch, and he even growled defensively, but she continued until he was intrigued enough to do it back. The redhead's lips were softer than anything she could have ever dreamed of, and his burning tongue entered her mouth almost greedily as he finally began to give in, dragging it along her own in tantalizing ways. As his grip let up she took the advantage by using a great deal of strength to switch their positions. Breaking their kiss as they turned, she caught him snarling again underneath her as she took the dominant position once more. She could feel him now, and it was undeniable how badly he desired her judging by the firmness under her weight. While he bared his fangs she found a way to scrape her nails firmly against his scalp, a motion that had him bucking up against her while gritting his teeth. "Damn you--!!" "Hey now! What's with the language?! Is that how you really feel about me?!" Sakura pulled back to straighten completely, feigning hurt feelings she shrugged off his coat until it pooled around her flawless thighs. Gaara's attention was instantly captured, despite his enraged demeanor. She reached for the hooks to her bra, skillfully undoing them while she looked off 'bitterly' to the side. "To think, here I thought you really liked me. Such a waste." The kunoichi's bra came off, and she stretched her arms up like a cat with the lacy garment swinging in her hand. She could feel the redhead staring at her like a piece of meat, and she finally peeked to check on his reaction. He looked like a voracious animal. "What? Do you want me to leave?" She tossed her bra to the floor, and ran her fingers through her soft pink locks before giving them a quick shake. Then she watched him carefully as he wet his lips with a predatory gaze. "No." Gaara breathed out the word, sending a shiver down her spine with how demanding it sounded. She was truly getting under his skin, and that beautiful flesh had so many layers to begin with. "I see, so you're enjoying this now?" Sakura's thumbs played with the hem of her teal lace panties while his fierce eyes drank them in shamelessly. "Somewhat." The redhead blinked as if in a daze. She watched a bead of sweat drip down his temple, and she surmised that he had been having a great internal battle. She wanted him to win in her favor, so she took a very risky step. "Well... how about this?" The pinkette's hand smoothed over his groin just below her, and with a firm grip she massaged the outline of what was most certainly a rock hard erection. A surprised whimper escaped him, and it practically had her rubbing her thighs together it made her so heated, but unfortunately her legs were separated over him with nothing to ease her burning need. She was still having a great time though, there was no 'buts' about that. "Tell the truth... you've thought about it." Sakura gave a devilish grin, enjoying the feel of his dress pants over his painful arousal. "About... hng.... what?" Gaara gritted his teeth before his naked brows stitched together with another small moan. Her hand was relentless in milking out the information that she so desperately wanted. The pinkette leaned in close, her plush naked chest brushing up against his toned one, and whispered sensually in his ear. "Fucking me." With a purr the kunoichi licked the shell of his ear receiving a very audible moan for her words, and efforts. "Say it for me, Gaara. Please--" "Yes." His voice rasped wantonly at her request, and it made her feel as if she had been licked by white hot flames. He had thought about her before this moment. Privately to himself he daydreamed about the things he desired from her. Him, Gaara, the Kazekage who was about as sensual as a brick wall had fantasized about her in an impure light. It was one of the best compliments she had ever recieved. "Are you thinking of it right now?" Sakura kept one hand running teasingly over his groin, while the other thumbed at the fastenings of his pants to undo them. She could feel him start to grind up against her hand impatiently while the moans and whimpers continued to keep bubbling out of him. "Yes..." Gaara closed his eyes shamefully, but his desire was still plainly obvious. His body had become hers, where as his pride had suffered a great insult. She was ready to humble this powerful man in so many ways, and it had her more than excited. "Beg for me, and I'll put it in." The kunoichi couldn't stop herself from giggling, and she took her giggles right up to his ear to suck at the lobe. He jolted pleasurably before giving a sharp gasp. "N-no... I can't--" The redhead attempted to turn away, exposing his neck for her to suck on greedily. He bucked up from the sensation, and her balance slipped leaving her to land fully on his lap. He was so incredibly hard, and when his hips rocked against hers she found herself whimpering with desire. With curious eyes his expression began to change, turning almost mischievous. Sakura's world turned again, forcing her underneath the man into a vulnerable position. His mouth was on hers, unmerciful with heated kisses and bitten lips. She was so dizzy from it, but it didn't make her sick. It was just simply overwhelming. With a grin, he pulled away, but ground himself hard against her. The pinkette’s body jolted with the sharp pleasure, and the sound that escaped her seemed to match. "Tell the truth, you've thought about it too." Gaara smiled darkly at her, making it known that the tables had turned in his favor. All that power she had was now ripped away, yet she wasn't afraid in the slightest. "Mmm, I'm not telling." With a giggle Sakura turned away from him, but recieved a hard grind for her punishment. She cried out desperately, begging him with her tone to just tear her to pieces. His hand found her breast to squeeze, leaving her harshly panting for more. "I know you want it, but I want to hear you say it--" "You're such an ass!" She hissed, causing him to growl, and drag his teeth on her neck. Her body writhed from the harsh attention, yet she clawed her fingertips down his back in yearning. Suddenly he was alive, and thirsty for deplorable knowledge. "Tell me... tell me that you desired this before tonight..." The redhead panted against her throat, the heat of his breath along with ravenous kisses left her more than aroused. She was ready to do whatever it took to get him to sleep with her, but she wouldn't lie to him either. He deserved honesty. "I've fancied the idea... I just never acted on it--" "You've never approached me, but I'm sure you've acted on it." Gaara purred before lowering his hand between them. The pinkette watched curiously as he slid beneath his waistline. "When you've been all alone in this dark room... you've acted on it." His haunting eyes were locked onto her, narrowed seductively as she heard the fabric of his pants shift. She licked her lips with a lidded gaze, wanting more than anything to just give him whatever he desired. "Maybe I have..." Sakura murmured, but her anticipation was still very real. "Would you like me to show you?" "I would like that very much..." The redhead answered huskily, his tone and expression both seemed to be starving, but he still waited patiently for whatever 'food' she was willing to feed him. Not wanting to hold back any longer she allowed her hands to ghost from her breasts down to her hips. The fingers soft and delicate as they traced along her own curves while cyan eyes followed their every move. Her thumbs tugged slightly on her underwear, and when she teasingly played with them she noticed his own pale hands reaching up to help her with the task. "Ah-haa... now you want to play--" "You show me yours, I'll show you mine." Gaara gave a small laugh at his own quip, but she couldn't blame him as she found herself laughing at the childish antic too. "Oof, I'm so telling on you. Don't you know boys and girls aren't supposed to show each other their privates?" The pinkette snickered, finally getting her panties past her hips before he helped her shimmy them down her creamy legs. His motions stopped once the garment was removed, his throat swallowing hard as his eyes took in her fully naked form. Her nudity had apparently struck him sober... "I can tell you've never played doctor." She withered. The redhead blinked owlishly at that, and a harsh blush radiated off of his cheeks. It seemed that his dominant streak was starting to die off again. She would just have to give him another rough push. "Why, Lord Kazekage, I didn't think you to not be a man of your word." Sakura reached forward to drag her fingertips over his unfastened pants that still kept his length concealed. "I have shown you all of me, yet you have decided to show me hardly anything at all..." Gaara's breath quickened, yet he made no more moves. He seemed to be stuck in a state of limbo. "You're so mean, Gaara. Playing rough, and torturing me with those bedroom eyes of yours..." The pinkette moved one hand between her legs, and pressed along the sensitive bundle of nerves until the sensation made her sigh. She heard his breath hitch, and he swallowed again only this time his body began to tremble after the fact. 'C'mon, Gaara. Quit holding out on me!' "How is it that you were once an unstoppable killing machine, yet now you can't even touch a woman?" That had his head up in a matter of a second, his eyes starting to narrow dangerously at the comment. "Excuse me-?" "You are excused, scaredy-cat." Sakura narrowed her eyes back him, but had an almost evil smile to match. He gawked at her for a second, but then quickly overcame his shock. "Maybe this is why you don't have a boyfriend. You're too forward, and rude." Gaara hit back with a deep insult that actually hurt her feelings, and sadly she couldn't stop it from showing on her face. He didn't fail to notice it either. "The... the reason why I don't have a boyfriend would probably be that I'm not forward enough, Gaara. I don't usually do this sort of thing..." The pinkette found the thought a bit too sobering, and started to hug herself around her chest self consciously. When his eyes remained wide on her she found herself looking away to avoid his scrutiny. "If you really don't like what I'm offering then you can leave. I'm sorry for offending you... that wasn't why I said those things..." The room went painfully quiet, and unnaturally still. It left her feeling awkward, and vulnerable. "Please... stop staring at me like that..." Sakura turned onto her side, huddling in on herself slightly, thinking back on her poor behavior up until this point. She saw his pale hand reach for his crumpled coat, and tears began to form in her eyes while her heart sank into her stomach. 'Sakura, you fucking idiot!! Why can't you just keep your stupid mouth shut--!?!' "Sit up." The redhead ordered, making her eyes dart back to him in disbelief. He held the coat up in his hands with a sympathetic smile, giving it a slight wave as he motioned her to come close. She maneuvered herself into a proper kneeling position, her watery eyes blinking in wonder over how the situation had suddenly changed. With a curt nod he draped the coat around her, and assisted her arms through the arm holes. "You're going to need this, I have a feeling you're not going to be getting dressed any time soon... and I don't want you to get cold." At the sound of his voice the kunoichi turned herself to stare at him wildly, but he simply gave a knowing smile in return. Sakura could hardly believe it, after she had baited and insulted him practically the entire evening he was still willing to go through with this. Either he was desperately worked up or unbelievably kind, but something told her it was a lot more than that. The pinkette wanted to make up for her careless mistakes. She would have to make this truly special for him. "Liar, you just want to fuck me while I'm wearing your coat." Even though Sakura made a crass joke, his kindness still made her blush considerably regardless. At first the little outburst made him stammer, but eventually he ended up scoffing. "Well, you're not wrong." His eyes danced with mischief then, shamelessly sizing her up in his duster. "You don't mind, do you?" "It's what I invited you in for--" "Is that so? I thought you were just teasing." His hands grew bold then, tracing from her jaw and down her neck. "What you see as 'teasing' I consider 'coaxing', and you needed a bit of convincing." Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a playful smile as his hands traced over her chest. "Consider me thoroughly coaxed, and teased then. My patience is running out too--" "Until you actually do something I'm going to think you're all talk." The pinkette grinned wickedly, getting the man to raise a hairless brow at her. His skilled hand moved quickly, but was still gentle as it stroked over her wet folds. She ended up jolting from the sudden contact, but soon eased herself into his touch. She started to sigh, and whimper as his fingers worked gently on the sensitive pearl hidden between her thighs. "You've done this part before, haven't you?" Sakura mewled, but he shook his head with a coy smile. "I know how to read..." Gaara blurted, but was quick to avoid her stunned gaze. "And what reading material is this--?!" "Nothing important... forget I said anything." The redhead tried to kiss at her neck, but she pulled away from him before he could reach her. "I want to know what turns you on, Lord Kazekage." The pinkette purred as she ran her hands through his red locks, brushing the hair out of his face with her lithe fingers. "There has to be something that drives you wild--" "Appreciation." Gaara groaned as her nails dragged gingerly against his scalp, leaving a shiver trailing down his spine. It was a vague answer, but at the same time oddly specific. She just didn't know how he wanted his 'appreciation' conveyed. "Well, I appreciate you telling me the truth." Sakura giggled, her hand abandoning his hair to trail down his chest. She had not forgotten about his working fingers, and had to use her other hand in his hair to grip at his shoulder for balance. The pinkette was panting hard, her vision blurring from the pleasure even though she was on a mission to provide him with something good. It was too late, she had to latch onto him, both arms were wrapped around his shoulders while her mouth kissed and cried against his neck. Her chest was pressed against his own as she arched her back in need. "Don't stop..." The pinkette pleaded desperately, and heard his breath quake. "I need you so badly..." Despite not being touched the redhead gave a wanton groan, and slipped his free arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. His head dipped next to her ear, and with his lips pursed delicately against the shell he let out a heated breath. "Say that again." Gaara whispered with a great gentleness, the hand on her waist smoothing down to her backside with a sensual touch. "I need you, Gaara--" Sakura mewled, and in response he quickened his pace. A sharp cry released from her throat, and as her body jolted from the pleasure he grabbed firmly at her bottom to keep her from squirming around. She was rocking into his hands, savoring his touch while allowing it to overcome her. Burning heat flushed to her cheeks, pounding through her flesh before leaving through her vocal chords in the form of a moan or cry. She was tingling from head to toe, clawing her nails into the fabric of his dress shirt while still desperately clinging to him. Words were leaving the pinkette's flushed lips, but she didn't rightly know what she was saying or how she was saying it. However, the redhead's harsh and desperate panting told her that her own pleasure was skewering him, poking at something wild and practically begging behind the cage to be let free. Sakura was begging him too, praying in her own way for him to take her where she needed to be. Gaara said nothing, but she could feel by the quickening in pace and the intensifying pressure that he could no longer handle having her whining in his ears, or writhing in his arms. His impatience and eagerness pushed her over the edge, white hot pleasure searing through her flesh as everything went pleasantly numb yet pulsing at the same time. Heartbeat after heartbeat, one thud after the other she felt the ecstasy pound through her, and in a whisper his name danced on her tongue. The redhead answered in a shaking exhale, his nerves raw from the experience of merely providing pleasure for someone other than oneself. He nodded quickly, his tongue wetting his lips before he let out a low hum of excitement. After tensing for such a long time every muscle in her body decided to go limp, and thankfully he caught her in his strong arms. The pinkette's world was spinning figuratively and then literally. Her body was pressed down onto the mattress in a rough, yet not uncomfortable manner. A pillow was already under her head, and for a moment she was allowed look up as she watched him roughly take off his open dress shirt. As he tossed the black garment to the side he looked back at her with an unflinching stare, every muscle in his torso tensed in beautiful porcelain perfection. With each expanding breath he took his body became more clear to her. Gaara was built like a pro athlete, but not stocky or buff. He was lean, exotic, and strikingly beautiful for a man. She would place a wager that he could probably cut through water like a shark-- The redhead moved in close, hovering over her on one hand, and both knees as his dominant hand dipped beneath the waistband of what seemed to be maroon boxer-briefs beyond his dress pants. He was no longer hesitant in what he was doing, but was still shaking probably due to holding out for so long. "Have you ever... had anyone inside you?" Gaara's trembling voice cut through her dreamy state, and she looked away from his busy hand to face him head on. The redhead's haunting eyes demanded honesty, and she didn't want to give it to him. Yet, she couldn't find it within herself to lie either. "I don't want to say..." Sakura quietly whimpered, and thankfully it didn't deter him as he nodded understandably. "Have you had anything inside you before? I do need an answer to that." Gaara was stern, and she suddenly found herself growing shy under his serious gaze. "I... um.... yes--?" She squirmed anxiously, but was startled when he gave a harsh huff. "Good." The redhead gave a quick nod, and then proceeded to finish what he had been doing before. The pinkette's anxiety started to rise, her heart began pounding violently in her chest as each second ticked by. She was no longer drunk, or even tipsy, in fact she felt far too sober. He was going to... 'They' were going to... Then it happened. Sakura got a peek at what was hidden beneath his pants. She could see the flushed erection in his pale hand, and she truly noticed the contrast in color due to obvious reasons. It was larger than she initially thought, and although it was a rather photogenic specimen she still couldn't quiet her fear of it. She squeaked. Gaara looked up from his task to question the reaction, and her hands went to her face in embarrassment. He blinked for a moment, but then he took a deep breath before giving her a calm expression. "Are you alright?" The redhead smiled gently, and for some reason it instantly soothed her. The pinkette eventually nodded, but refused to remove the protection of her hands in front of her mouth and cheeks. With a soft dusty laugh he narrowed his eyes kindly. "Would you like to touch it first?" Gaara asked in the form of a gentle murmur, and she realized then just how much of a baby she was being. This was the exact opposite of what Sakura had wanted. She didn't want to be treated like a child, or a like a precious little virgin. She wanted to be treated like a powerful woman who could handle a man without question or issue. The kunoichi convinced herself that she was just getting psyched out, and that she needed to 'nut up', so to speak. The pinkette gave a confident nod then, and began moving her hand forward... When he removed his own grip her motion stopped dead. With his hand gone she could now see the entire thing in all it's divine masculine glory-- "Oh no." Sakura barely whimpered, and then visibly cringed at herself for the slip up. Oddly enough she heard her current dance partner stifle a laugh. "You don't get around much either, hmm?" The redhead shamelessly teased her with a sly grin, tapping into a reserve of her carefully bottled anger. "You better shut your pretty mouth before I break it." The pinkette hissed venomously at him, making him blink in surprise until he eventually cracked devilish smirk. "Save that energy for later--" "OH, SHUT UP!!" Sakura reached forward with a harsh grip, and held on tightly to his rock hard length. Gaara winced, breathing through his teeth from the rough touch, but she didn't calm herself until she felt him twitch in her hand. She let go of him, but didn't pull her hand away. Instead she stared at how his weighted length rested in her barely curled fingers, and nervously bit her lip as she tried to think of what to do next. "It's not a snake, it's not going to bite you." Even though he said it to be reassuring she couldn't stop herself from turning up her head to glare at him. Despite his hovering position he somehow managed to shrug, and gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm not trying to be smart--" "You're smart with everyone." The pinkette huffed, her grip unconsciously circling around him. "Alright, well I'm not trying to be that way with you now. I want you to feel comfortable with this..." The redhead exhaled slowly, and his head drooped down for a moment to relax his neck. She was studying his feathery crimson hair when he suddenly sighed. "That... feels nice though..." With a startled blink Sakura looked back at her hand, realizing with a bit of horror that she had been feeling around his arousal for the past few minutes. She wasn't upset with herself for doing it, but rather she was surprised that she did it unknowingly. When she went to take her hand away Gaara quickly halted her efforts. He didn't lift his head to look at her, and he didn't ask for permission; instead he guided her hand back to his length and adjusted it to hold him firmly. She whimpered anxiously, but he made her continue. He moved her thumb to trace along the pipework all the way to the smooth head, and gripped around her own fingers to force out a few pumps. The moan that left the redhead made her blush, but the second it reached her ears she became completely invested. The ball was back in her court, and he had basically handed it to her. Another sensual groan had her thighs rubbing together while the sound pierced through her body, and as his hips arched into her now fearless grip she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those very same hips arching against her own. To have him groaning in her ear because her body provided his own with a shared relief. The pinkette felt her stalled engines suddenly restart in her mind, and her hand abandoned his length with the intent to make him needy. "You are so cruel--" Gaara panted. "I'm really not." Sakura slowly pressed herself up onto her elbows, feeling empowered as he curiously blinked at the closeness of their faces before she placed a soft kiss to his silky lips. It didn't take him long to hum in agreement, or for him to eagerly further the kiss. She had strung him along for such a lengthy period of time, and she couldn't blame him for his impatience anymore. Shaking hands traced up her creamy thighs before gliding back down to rest on her knees. The redhead pressed them open without question, but never even had a passing thought to breaking the connection of their kiss. The pinkette attempted to cling to his shoulders, but eventually he pressed her back down onto the mattress, and pulled her towards him by her thighs. Their hips matched up, and she felt the firmness of him gliding against her wet folds as if testing the waters. Her eager movement increased, and the tip of his length got caught in just the right place to make him pause. Their kiss was broken, and Gaara's coal rimmed eyes studied her jade ones carefully as he began pressing forward ever so slowly into her sheath. Sakura's breath hitched from the surprising pressure, and he stopped on a dime until her breathing calmed. With his gaze unflinching he pressed even further until the same response happened, and even though she felt no pain he still continued to stop until she was calm. The pinkette didn't want to tell him to just 'go for it', as she was truly savoring the way he held eye contact with her, but his careful nature was teasing her beyond belief. She was at a toss up between intimacy and need. As the redhead began moving again she tried holding her breath, and when he finally filled her completely she let out a shaking exhale that kept him from going any further. Sakura couldn't take it anymore, and rocked her own hips against his as a gesture to just 'go', and thankfully it seemed to be a universal sign. Gaara pulled back, and thrust forward while her fingers clawed along his porcelain back and shoulders. She could feel every inch of him stroking against her inner walls, leaving a heat that pooled inside her until it fluttered out through her fingers and toes. He repeated the motion, and the filling sensation caused her to cry out wantonly for more. The redhead let out a shaking breath, and thrust again letting out his own groan of desire that pierced through her like red hot knife. The pinkette whined, scratching at his perfect skin to a point where she was certain that his 'ultimate defense' would kick in, and was a bit shocked that it didn't. From that point on she didn't hold back in how hard she clawed at him, and he didn't seem to mind. The once slow pace turned into a steady one, triggering her to call out for him constantly. Her legs tried wrapping around him, but left enough space for optimal movement. Through a heated breath he kissed her eagerly, his lips and tongue keeping her tethered to her body while his actions attempted to separate her soul. She mewled against his panting mouth, and he moaned back in answer. The heat from inside her had begun to reach it's limit, the sensation guiding one of her hands up to tug at the red minky hair at the base of his skull. "Gaara--!" Sakura cried out desperately, feeling his strong arms wrap around firmly as he moved into her with a speed and pressure she could never achieve by herself. Her body was writhing from it, relishing in the intense pleasure while also not knowing what else to do. Her mind was going blank, her heart was racing in her chest while also taking note of his own. She could hear him panting and moaning in her ear, and feel him gripping bruisingly hard onto her soft curves. Everything was so hot, and her skin was beginning to glow in sweat. His lips were on the shell of her ear flaying hot air against it, whispering something-- "Sakura--" Gaara nearly whimpered her name, and the sound alone had her inner walls clenching tight. The white hot pleasure had her entire body tensing painfully, causing her to scream out into the darkness her small bedroom. A sharp groan, and deep heaving breaths echoed in her ear right before she felt a pulsing sensation inside of her. Everything felt slick to the touch, but she couldn't even begin to care about fluids or mess. All she could do was guide his panting mouth back to her own, and lazily kiss him while they both attempted to catch their breath between heated kisses. He was more than willing for the connection, and it showed in the way his hands now lovingly pet at her dewy skin. The pinkette broke away to breathe properly, but her lips dragged across the top of his own regardless. Her rabbit heart slowed, and her once clawing hands now turned gentle in their movements. "Mmm... can I keep you?" Sakura gave a breathless laugh after her own drawling comment, but he thankfully found humor in it too. "Depends on whether you like a desert view." Gaara chuckled a hairsbreadth way, brushing his fingertips from her hip all the way up her figure until they reached her jaw. She stole a quick kiss from him, and as she pulled away he ran his thumb along her bottom lip longingly. "The real question should be this... 'Will you come to Suna with me?'" The pinkette blinked, taking a transfer into consideration. She wanted to, but she also didn't want to leave her friends and family just yet. However, with how often Gaara visited Konoha and how often the two villages did business together it wasn't actually too farfetched. Dating the Kazekage? That was a whole other animal in itself. "Can we do long distance for a bit?" Sakura giggled, but was surprised to watch a blush form on his handsome face. "Oh... yes, of course. That would be nice actually..." A sweet and genuinely innocent smile made it's way across his features, and when she began to snicker he hid his flushing face in the crook of her neck. "Don't tease--" "What's with the look, Gaa~ra? Didn't think I'd actually ask you out?" Her giggles went sinister for a moment, but turned into a yelp when he scraped his teeth along her jugular. "To be honest... no. I thought you'd be done with me after you got your fix. I kind of just... I don't know... accepted the idea that this was all I was ever going to get." The redhead sighed peacefully despite the sad topic. "I'm glad I wasn't right--" "That's a first." The pinkette nearly snorted, and with a small playful growl he nibbled at her neck once again. She squealed, and maneuvered out of his arms in a huff while he graciously let her go. "I have to clean up, sir. When I get back we'll go for round two--" "What?!" Gaara balked at her, and she gave a proud laugh in return before practically dancing from the bed to the bathroom. "Yup! Did you think it was one and done?! Nope! Boy, you have a lot of work to do." Sakura gave a sinister grin before slipping into her bathroom, secretly reveling in the shocked expression he had on his face as she disappeared from sight. Sakura did what she claimed she was going to do, only she decided to take a quick shower. She polished herself up, and hydrated her skin with her fragrant lotion. The entire time she was practically humming without a care in the world, she had never felt so bright and cheerful in her life. When the pinkette came back, however, she realized that round two would have to wait. Apparently the redhead had removed the remainder of his clothes, and had passed out comfortably under her covers. With a humored sigh she followed suit, crawling into bed next to him without a shred of clothing simply because she wanted to feel his skin against her own. Gaara was silky soft as usual, and he was surprisingly a deep sleeper despite his years of being an insomniac. He'd probably be up before her at some point, not that it mattered. Sakura sighed, and nuzzled into his arms peacefully. He instinctually wrapped them around her, and breathed in her scent. Sleep came easy, and all was warm and quiet. --- ... --- ... --- ... --- Sakura woke up first, and in a panic she looked behind her only to breathe a sigh of relief. He was still there, sleeping peacefully beside her without a care in the world. The pinkette wondered if he believed she had been drunk the entire night or not. In all honesty she had meant what she said, she truly wouldn't mind trying out a relationship with him-- The kunoichi noticed something then, bunched up in the sheets just below his hips. As her curiosity drove her to peek under the blanket she nearly burst out laughing having thought the lump was his hand or something, but she kept her humor carefully contained. Instead a rather sneaky plot formed in her mind on how to wake him up, and she was feeling more than cocky from last nights events. Sakura maneuvered her body between his legs, and covered herself and her target with the blankets before running her hands gently up his smooth thighs. She took his morning arousal into her hands, listening carefully to the way his breathing changed as she did so. When he still seemed to be knocked out she gave the shaft an experimental lick-- Gaara hummed in his sleep, and slightly arched his hips. The pinkette snickered with mischievous intent, and placed her lips around his tip. "Hnnn..." A soft whine was heard, and she almost couldn't contain her giggles. With fresh excitement she took him further into her mouth, and made up for what was left with her hand. "Aah...." The redhead rolled his hips with a moan, and despite him beginning to move around she still managed to suck and lick his arousal successfully. The skin of his length was taut yet silky smooth, and she favored lapping at the even softer tip. The pinkette found a strange enjoyment from it, especially since he seemed to be more than just vocal about his approval of it. Suddenly porcelain hands were in her hair, they seemed to not only pet her head but they also moved down her face to where her lips connected to his erection. As if the hands were attempting to make sense of what was happening to his lower half.

The covers were thrown back to reveal her, and she looked up with his arousal still in her mouth to see his flushed and panting face. "Good... morning---hng..." Gaara attempted to great her, but ended up moaning as she gave him a firm suck. Sakura decided that she loved interrupting him in such ways. She knew he liked to be proper towards those he cared about, and she enjoyed flustering him in moments where he had to be sociable. The redhead placed his hands back in her pink tousled locks, a look of desire and peacefulness radiating in his cyan gaze. She kept that contact, watching him begin to crumble under her devious ministrations. "Sa... Sakura..." Gaara panted and whined helplessly. She hadn't heard sounds like these from him last night, and she wondered just how good her mouth must feel. His porcelain fingers started to tangle in her hair, his hips arching forward to repeatedly catch her mouth on it's way back down his shaft. She picked up her pace, and he nearly cried. Soon he was tugging on her pink strands, begging her not to stop as he got closer to finishing. She could tell by the sudden intense hardness of him that he was extremely close-- The redhead started to grow loud, his pale hands now eagerly pulling at her hair as he finally reached that final threshold. With an ecstatic cry she felt his erection begin to pulse harshly, and a wave of bitter salt coated her tongue in viscous fluid. The pinkette gulped it back hard, but couldn't keep herself from pulling away with a cough. She managed to swallow all of it successfully, but it wasn't entirely pleasant. Sakura felt fingers tracing her hand, and she looked back up to see him staring spacily at her. She couldn't help but crawl up his body, allowing her naked form to lie on top of his glowing one with a small giggle. "Hi." The pinkette grinned ear to ear, nuzzling her cheek on top of his deeply breathing chest. His arms wrapped around her in a comforting way, gently trailing his porcelain fingers along her back. "Mmm... yes. Hello, and good morning." Gaara took a deep peaceful breath, and once again got comfortable with her in his arms-- The phone started to ring, and it was chopping her dreamy morning to bits with its blaring sound. "Damnit!" Sakura nearly jumped off of him in a fit of rage, and stomped over to the wall phone she had in her room. The kunoichi could hear him laughing behind her, and she turned quickly to hush him before actually answering the irritating device. "Hello, this is Sakura Haruno." The pinkette formed a very professional speech in an instant, eyeing side ways to see him propped up on his pale elbows to watch her have the conversation. "Sakura, we have a problem. Gaara's gone missing. Apparently Kankuro has been looking for him all night--" It took everything she had in her power not to break out into a fit of laughter. In fact she had to put the phone into her other hand to let out a hysterical breath before bringing it back up to her ear. "Hello--?!" "It's fine, Kakashi sensei. I know where he's at, and he's more than fine." Sakura looked knowingly in Gaara's direction, and watched with glee as he began to turn a bright shade of red. "And where would that be, exactly?" "Not to brag, but he's in my bed right now loathing the fact that we are currently having this very revealing conversa---HEY!!" The pinkette yelped as the phone was ripped out of her hands, and placed onto the ear of a very frustrated Kazekage. "I'm fine!" He shouted into the receiver, and quickly slammed the phone down before turning his narrowed sights on his new girlfriend. "Oh c'mon, this is hysterical--!" "No, me folding you in half is going to be hysterical." The redhead narrowed his eyes even further, and an almost evil expression began to form. Her face paled at the thought, and with a shriek she jumped away from him as he lunged forward. Sakura dove back into her bed to attempt to hide in her covers, but he was quick about getting into her hideout. With a growl he pinned her to the mattress, but his sinister expression faded into normal flirtation as he moved in to peck her sweetly on the lips. "Breakfast first, then I'll fold you like a paper crane--" "I don't want to be folded!!" She threw a small tantrum as he began to truly laugh. His happiness was infectious, and despite the strange 'threat' she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Sakura knew that she'd be smiling a lot more from now on, and Gaara would be right there with her.

[moonlightobrien]

THE RED STORM.

AUTHOR: @moonlightobrien

CHARACTERS: Stiles Stilinski & Paige Blackwood. 

WORDS:  3902 

AUTHORS NOTE: ATTENTION!ATTENTION! I FINALLY FINISHED MY FIRST CHAPTER AAAAAH. duuuuuuude, 9 pages of writing... HOLY! But, i’m SO EXCITED to be FINALLY publishing this chapter, I hope you guys love it as much as I do. I’m SO sorry that it took so long to finish -- work just has been stressful, and editing is my top propriety since im editing this project for my best friend, and sometimes inspiration just isnt there ya know?! But, its here and ready. hope you all enjoy.

You know that feeling where you’re at a good place in your life — everything is just perfect, nothing went wrong, it’s just you and your family having a wonderful day, a wonderful summer in the culture of Chicago, where the weather is really hot like the sun was right above your head beaming on your skin on some days, and other days where it’s just a perfect chill, sunny day. Today, it was one of those days where the sky was picture perfect shade of light blue, and the white puffy clouds looking like cotton candy in the sky, how that crisp wind hits you right in the face making your skin crawl from the coolness, and the way your hair flows within the wind itself. 

One of those days where it feels right to you, how it makes you happy to be alive, and breathing on this world, thinking that maybe the world that we live on isn’t that bad, yes you may have bad days — days where you want to throw everything on the ground and cry your eyes out. Yet, they are days like these makes the good ones more appreciative, and you’re happy with it. 

Chicago is quite a small state, there isn’t that much happening in Chicago like you see in Las Vegas or even Hollywood in that matter which makes it more quieter, and more relaxing, but also dull too, you wish there was a little excitement in there, maybe there is in other parts, but sometimes we overlook the definition of what excitement truly is, excitement isn’t crazy or wild - some people think it is, and some don’t. 

Excitement is a feeling where you feel happy and you have that adrenaline filling in your body and feeling it in your bones to the point where you don’t want that feeling to stop, that ‘alive’ feeling. Life is like a book, you don’t know what chapter you’re going to be on, or what page you see your name attached too — all you can do is see where you end up on what page, or what chapter you are assigned too. Same with time, time is a dangerous thing, you don’t know what is going to happen in a one hour or in one year, but with time, life is like a clock as well — time can just come and sneak up at you, and you wouldn’t even know what happened. Today was one of those days where time dominated everything. 

Little six year old, Paige was sitting in her booster seat, licking her vanilla ice cream cone with some purple and pink sprinkles on top, as the radio was playing a summer song, and her father, and mother was smiling joyfully, and little paige was beaming with so much happiness in herself — it’s not that often where the Blackwood family had quality get togethers, Paige’s father was a businessman which means he comes home time, and time again, and there are times where he has to work on his weekends. But, when he does come home, Paige is the happiest little girl in the world — her mother also works in real estate which there are times where her job can overstress her making her not have time to spend time with Paige. Today, Paige couldn’t be more happier since she can finally spend time with her mommy and daddy on a nice sunny day. 

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is. 

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle. 

“What do you want to do tomorrow, Paige?” Her mother asked. “Ummmm… I don’t know…” Both of her parents chuckled to her indecision choice. Paige’s chocolate covered orbs wandered looking out through the window playing scenarios in her head, imagining herself in those moments. The giggles and chuckles escaping her lips, being a kid, enjoying her life as a child and not have to worry about anything, just being this  carefree spirited. Until, just like that. Little Paige’s world was turn upside down for the worst. 

“We got three victims in critical condition, we need EMTs immediately!!” Paige’s vision was going in and out due to loss of blood, she couldn’t see what was happening, or even think in that moment, “Where’s my mommy and daddy?” Her voice sounded weak as she closed her eyes once more, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, everything is going to be okay.” As the EMTs carried her stretcher rolling it up in the back of the ambulance on their way to the emergency room. 

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is. 

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle. 

Paige opens her eyes not knowing what happened, or what is going on right now. Her vision was still blurry, and she was in pain due to the injuries she has faced. She looks around seeing white walls surrounding her, white titled squares on the floor, as she notices that she has a needle sticking inside of her arm, and hearing this beeping sound on the monitor, realizing it was a heartbeat monitor. Her eyes peaked once she started to hear a creak coming through her hospital room door. “Hey, there, sweetheart. You feeling okay?” The nurse asked her. Paige can feel this throbbing pain in her head, her body feels so drained out. 

“No, my head hurts — where’s my mommy and daddy? Are they okay? What happened to them?” Many questions was popping out of her mouth, her mind was racing with anxiety filling up in her lungs not knowing what happened to her parents. “Paige, honey. Your mother is fine, she’s going to be okay.” 

“What about my daddy?” She asked, worrily. 

“Paige, sweetie — um, your father.. he.. he didn’t make it, I’m so sorry, honey.” The devastation on Paige’s shoulders as she felt her heart shattered, tears flowing up into her eyelids, rolling down her pale cheeks. “No, no no no no.” The cries was so broken-hearted that she didn’t know what to think. “Where’s — Where’s my mommy? I want to see her…” Tears kept flowing down, as she accept the news that her father was gone. The nurse took her into her mother’s room, as the tears couldn’t stop flowing. The nurse opened the door of Paige’s mother hospital room as Paige ran up to her mother sobbing into her mother’s arm, as her mother cried as well finding out that her husband, and the father of her daughter was gone. “I’m so sorry once again for your loss, and please let me know how I can help by any means. Once again, I’m truly sorry.” The nurse starts to leave the room, while Paige and her mother letting out the pain they are feeling yet also knowing that they are going to have to find a way to get through this terrible death. 

— ONE YEAR LATER. 

One year later that Paige’s whole world was changed forever, the moment where she found out that her father is dead. Attending the funeral was so brutal seeing her father in a coffin, Paige instantly broke down, while in the timeframe, Paige started to change into a different person, getting more violent, and being unbehaviorable. Paige was sitting in class not really paying attention, or not really caring in the world. Middle school was so boring, school in general is just stupid — Paige hates it. “Miss, Blackwood?” Paige rolled her eyes, groaning from annoyance. 

“Yess?” She replied back, sarcastically. 

“Please pay attention, or you would be signed up for the office, is that clear?” 

Paige chuckled, “Whatever, sir.” 

“Office, now!” Paige gets up as her teacher hands her a pink slip while Paige walks out the door — down the hall towards the office, what a surprise that once again she is sent to the office. She walks into the office landing the pink slip into the pile of pink slips she received multiple times, entering the principal office once more. 

“Paige, this is the millionth time you got sent to the principal’s office — what is it going to take for you to act right.. cause if you don’t, then unfortunately, we are going to have to expel you. Now, we don’t want that.. don’t we?” 

Paige looked up facing the principal, “Oh, I’m sorry — I didn’t get anything you just said, all I’ve heard was expell and possibly leaving this dumb school forever, i’m totally fine with that — I mean, you guys haven’t really helped me with counseling, or anything in that matter so why would I stay here? I mean, to be honest, all you really do is care about your money that goes in your pockets, but not the actual students like myself who are going through something, and you think a thirty minute counseling session is going to help me, or any of the students suffering with what I am dealing with right now — no, you just to pretend that you care about me or these students, you want to convince and please your bosses to get more money in your pockets, so please by all means — expel me, I can see why many students left this so called, ‘wonderful school’ so, I’ll let myself out.” With that, Paige left the principal office, and out of the school building, walking to her house. 

Paige plugged her black earbuds into her ears shutting off the world — listening to Avril Lavigne, or Evanescence, since those two relate to her the most. As Losing Grip was playing, tears flow down her cheeks still holding on the pain from her dad, the nightmares got so worse, the days got more greyer, she didn’t want to go anywhere, just lay in bed and cry. She reaches her house, unlocking the front door stepping in — her mother wasn’t home at this time, she was at work of course. Paige goes up to her bedroom throwing her book bag on the floor near her bed frame, as she plops on her bed trying to ease her headache from crying all the way home. 

She decided to take a quick nap to make it go away, or at least stop the pain from happening, she instantly fell asleep, hopefully where she can dream and not have a nightmare, constantly. 

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is. 

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle. 

Paige can picture the car flipping up and down, in the same motion — her body jolted from the fear of that incident, twisting and turning from her bed trying to erase that memory, “Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is. 

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle. 

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is. 

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle. 

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is. 

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle. 

“Did you have a good time today, Paige?” Her father asked, with a smile on his face seeing how happy her daughter is. 

“Yeah,” Paige replied back with a little giggle. 

Paige woke up with sweat on her skin, her heart was beating out of her chest like she was having a panic attack, her oxygen levels were low closing her throat unable for her to breathe, she immediately grabbed her water, drinking it to make the panic attack to go away, but that didn’t work, so she tried another trick that she learned from overcoming panic attacks — counting backwards from ten to one. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,” She slowly started to take deep breaths making the panic attack died down, “Five, four, three, two, one,” Paige exhale one last breath, she was okay. 

Until, she heard her mother’s footsteps coming towards her bedroom door, she quickly pretended to be sleeping, yet her mother knows her daughter really well — she pulls the trick all the time whenever she gets in trouble in school. “Paige Maria Blackwood, turn around.” At first, Paige didn’t budge, she hated talking about the same conversation over and over again, “Now!” Paige turned facing her mother’s deep ocean blue eyes, and Paige sat up crossing her arms in unison. “What happened again?” She asked, with a frustrated, and disappointed tone of voice. 

“What do you want me to say…? I told you this over and over again that I don’t want to attend that stupid ass school.. okay? So, I don’t need the same leisure every single time I’m in trouble..” Paige snapped. 

“Well.. that’s not an option for you, it’s either public school or homeschool since you clearly can’t get the act together at the school that you’re attending now,” 

“Because, that school doesn’t do anything for me except tell me what to do and what assignments to complete yet not actually giving me a real reason on why I’m learning the subjects. How am I supposed to know a particular thing that something taught me if there is no reason, no meaning.. it’s basically nothing attached to life.” Paige replied back with a sassy intertone. 

“That’s not true, but I’m not even going to argue with you anymore, cause nothing is going to change, so you’re going to do homeschool.” 

“What?.. No!” Paige didn’t like this idea, but it’s better than attending that stupid, nothing, useless, school. At least, she can pretend to be learning while being at home.. two for the price of one. “The decision is final, you’re doing this whenever you like it or not — I can’t keep doing this anymore, when are you going to grow up and stop being so irritant, and negative all the time,” Paige’s emotions started to rise again with anger, and the emotional pain she feels every day. 

“Sorry for being such a burden on you — I’m sorry that one of us can go on by their day and not feel anything about someone she loved that is no longer here, im sorry that I can’t stop being negative cause you know what, Mom.. some of us like myself are still feeling that pain from I don’t know her father that passed away so excuse me for being so irritant and negative, and emotional all the damn time,” Paige’s eyes welled up with tears as the wet salty droplets slid down her chocolate covered eyes that the sun can catch your reflection, she went passed her mother trying to keep her composure together, but her mother followed her behind, “Paige, where are you going?” 

“None of your business, just leave me alone.” Paige yelled, she couldn’t take her mother’s hateful words — this has been happening since her father went away, Paige’s mother got more tougher, and her words to Paige were hateful and mean, she didn’t want this ‘mother’ she has now, she wants her old mother back. “Excuse me! Come back here right now!” 

Paige walked up towards her mother, looking into her eyes, as her blood was boiling with so much anger, her nails were digging into her palms squeezing tightly, “No!” Paige stepped back walking towards the front door, exiting out as she can hear her mother’s cries through the door, Paige felt the pain too, but the anger was controlling her, Paige started to walk down the road to one of her favorite places in the world — the music shop. She plugs her earbuds back in her ears, listening to some of her favorite punk rock artists like Chase Atlantic, AC/DC, The 1975, GreenDay, and so much more as she starts hiking her way to the music shop. 

THE BELL RINGS as Paige opens the door into the music shop seeing all of the old/new records, cds, and headphone machines that you can listen to music online— she loved the music shop, it felt like a second home to her— seeing all of the old music back in the days especially the rock records, the rock era back in the day was so much fun, wild and free, she wished she experienced that lifestyle. “Paige, how’s my favorite girl doing?!” Paige instantly smiled seeing her best friend, Daniel. “Hey, Danny, and to answer your question — same old. Just trying to take it in one step at a time, how’s the shop doing..? Making any good deals..?” 

“We just sold ten records last week, and five this week.. how was school today…?” Paige looked at Daniel, and he knew what she meant. “I see, what happened this time?” He asked. 

“Just, the typical. Teacher being a dipshit and sending me to the wonderful principal office,” Paige sarcastically said with a smirk. 

Daniel stepped out behind the desk, and walked with Paige to see what kind of albums she wants to pick and buy since Paige is an undecided person, “I think you should give the school a chance,” 

“In a million years,” Paige chuckled. 

“Come on, Paige — I think you are smart enough to do it, you just have to put your motivation into it, because I know you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met,” Daniel gave her a soft smile towards her, Paige looked back at his beautiful forest dark green eyes, “Thanks, Daniel.. that means a lot to me,” Paige started to get lost into his eyes, she turned away facing the records again. “Um, we.. I think I would buy this one.” She showed him one of the albums, “Good choice! As always,” Paige raised her eyebrow, and smiled. “Absolutely.” 

“What time are you off..?” Paige asked. 

“Six,” 

“Want to listen to this album with me when you get off.. and go to our secret location?” Paige whispered, and Daniel thought that was the cutest thing in the world. 

“Of course, we can. Just don’t tell anyone.” He whispers back giving her a wink. 

“Yes, sir!” Paige giggled. 

Daniel handed her the plastic bag with her album in it, and Paige replied back with a smile. “Thanks, Danny Phantom, see you at our “secret location,” at six.” Then, she left. 

Six came around, and Paige was listening to her new album she brought at her secret location, she found this old abandoned train cablouse near the train tracks when she was walking around the town of Chicago, and ever since then, its been her place and no one else -- except for Daniel. She got a message from her mother. Paige glanced at the message, and ignored it. She got another message, not from her mother but from Daniel. 

Daniel: Hey! Be there in five. 

Paige smiled at the message, giving him a reply back. 

Paige: Just use your ghost powers, Danny Phantom. 

Daniel: Very funny. 

Paige decided to turn down her music, and just step outside to get some fresh air -- seeing the sunset go down, and the lights far away from the distance. The wind catches her by surprise, she can feel the coolness against her soft pale cheeks, and through her blonde locks feeling somewhat happy, and free. The depression can make her days dark and just boring. She doesn’t have that many friends, except Daniel. Paige isn’t that social with anyone. She likes being alone, but being lonely is different. “Hey!” Daniel shouted. 

“Hey again, Danny Phantom! You finally made it to defeat your villain.” Paige chuckled, she’s going to keep that nickname. 

“Who’s my villain?” Daniel playfully, questioned. 

“Me, rawwww!” Paige started to run while Daniel started to chase her around the train tracks. Giggles escaping both Paige and Daniel’s lips was cheerful, Paige felt happy whenever she is with Daniel, he has always been there for her, when she is having her panic attacks, when she needs to vent to someone, he was always there for her. “Ok, ok. That’s enough.” Paige went back to the cablouse while Daniel followed. She decided to turn the music up, Paige was jamming to the vibe, the energy to this song. “This is a solid album.” Daniel was getting into it too. 

“Couldn’t agree more,” 

Messages just kept blaring on Paige’s phone from her mother, “God, would she leave me alone?” She said, annoyingly. 

“Paige, wny do you always have to be mean to your mother?” 

“Because, you know how she is -- today, she called me irriant and negative just because I left the school that didn’t teach me anything,” Paige answered with a anger undertone in her voice, its hard living with a mother who doesn’t lift you up, always brings you down all the time. “You don’t understand, Daniel. I don’t have anyone except my mother, and you. I don’t have any friends, everything drifted apart, and it sucks.” Daniel felt her empathy, Paige felt lost in this world, she is sad all the time, she used to be happy yet all of that changed once her father passed away. Depression, anxiety, and panic attacks. Three things that sums up of what Paige is going through. Social awkwardness, no friends, and no social life sums up of what Paige deals with everyday life, “My life isnt exciting, its boring as hell. The only excitement I have is when im with you.” Daniel smiled to that complainant. “Thanks, you are too.” 

Paige put her head on Daniel’s shoulder, as he puts his head against hers -- both heartbeats beat into one, Paige decided to put some soft music on --  she turns off her mini record player listening to Alec Olsen on her phone. “We should stay here like this forever,” Daniel chuckled, “Yeah, that would be nice.” Paige smiled, as she closes her eyes imaging things in her head -- she loves the idea of imagination ever since she was a little girl. She opens her eyes and Daniel was still by her side. “We should probably go, its getting dark.” Daniel said, softly. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Paige stood up, put her arms out and smiled at him. Daniel chuckled at her cuteness, walking up towards her wrapping his arms around her neck squeezing her body close to his. “Daniel..?” 

“Yeah..?” 

“Thank you for being an amazing best friend.” Paige smiled as tears started to well up again. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Both bodies pull away from each other, and Paige wiped the tears off of her face, “Bye, Danny Phantom.” 

“Bye,” Daniel smiled to his new nickname. Paige gave him a smile starting to walk down the tracks on her way home. She finally made it home, and quietly opens her front door trying to wake her mother up. She tiptoed her way towards her bedroom door, closing the door behind her. What a day it has been for her, but being with Daniel makes Paige’s days less worse. Paige was so tired mentally, she decided to change into her pajamas and go to sleep. 

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a good/still depressed/good day. hopefully.

[aprilbrowines]

The Initiation

Setting: The Coffee Store, Chillaxation

The door flew opens as a young adult arrives at the coffee store. The man has reddish brown hair done in a short pompadour with a curl in front. He's broad-shouldered build and has wide pupiless red eyes, skin lightly grey wearing a yellow shirt with a lightweight leather jacket with the name tag, Lucius Vreedle written in red marker, dark blue jeans and engineer boots.

Roasted coffee is filled the air with a hint of vanilla. The whoosh of the espresso machine, and the clink of coffee cups and silverware that surround. Including the chattering from a few people talking behind a huge bookcase filled with books; spending hours perusing pages of books full of history, information, stories, inspiration, and new ideas. He listened to the sound of the jazz band played. He could tell it is a mixture of cozy, casual, and upbeat atmosphere in this place.

Lucius envelops himself from the coffee store until he bumped into a stranger, until he stared at the line of people waiting for them to order a hot or cold cup coffee. He realized his purpose on visiting the coffee store. He's looking for someone. He decides to join in the line and ask the person from the counter for help. He waited until he have not realized he found the person he was looking for, in front of the counter. Holly Test is in pouring a cup of coffee, and insert a black plastic lid. She put the drink on the tray, gave the cup to the customer and ask him to have a great day as she put the cash in the cashier. She exchange her glance at her next customer, Lucius.

“Hello,” Said Holly Test.

“Well Hi, sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for a Holly Test,” Lucius replied. Holly looks at him and gave him a nervous smile and answered:

“Um, that is me.”

Lucius extent his hand. “Oh well it's nice to meet ya miss.”

Holly stared at his hand and gulp. She didn't expect anyone to know her. She never Lucius see this expression on her face

“Aw come on I won't bite,” said Lucius.

“How do I know you won't?" Holly questioned.

“My Meema always taught to respect ladies. Otherwise I'll end up like my why you might call deadbeat dad.” answered Lucius.

Holly accept the hand shakes.

“This man know my name," Holly thought. "Hmm he is honest,"

Holly examines in carefully carefully. "The question is.... who told him about me?"

“Might as well get something don't want keep the line long, got anything strong?”

Lucius scans the menu to see what to buy. In the back of the line, a young tanned skin teenager in the back waiting patiently. He have medium-length wavy honey blond hair and is wearing a black skinny jeans, purple plaid shirt, and red converse with white leather gloves. He try to be cool but Lucius is talking to the redhead. He tapped his foot on the floor and staring at the clock as time goes by. Suddenly he started to snapped.

“HURRY UP DUDE GET OUR FOOD AND LET’S GO!” said Morgan, with his hands in the air. , Yelled Morgan.

Lucius turns his head to glare at Morgan.  Holly gulps as she watch the two starting to fight. People began to noticed and stared at them. One person is filming them on their phone. She took a deep breath and let go in order to avoid thinking negative possibilities. Holly watched and thinks of the possibilities of what would happens: One of them getting injured, properties being broken, and worse of all, a video posted on the web and goes viral. So Holly did the best she could to stop the fight.

“We have black coffee,” suggested Holly. “But I suggest sea salt and caramel coffee float for a mixture of bitter and sweetness.”

“Sorry about that miss my friend is a little bit in a hurry,”

“Well maybe if you weren't taking your sweet ass time I wouldn't be.”

“DROP DEAD MORGAN!”

As the air grew more tense, no one did not interfere the problem because until Janaya returning from the kitchen holding a tray of fresh-baked pastries and putting them in a large tin metal box, a keeper (A storage unit to preserved pastries), arrives to stop the fight by staring at the two emotionlessly. He cannot believed they started fighting again.

“Settles down you two” said Janaya. “You Don't want to give a lot of attention.”

Morgan and Lucius looked at Janaya and said: “Sorry sir.”

Janaya crossed his armed and true his stare into a glare. “Don't apologizes to me,” he replied, pointed at Holly. “You two are lucky... you should not mess with the this girl.”

The two looks at Holly thinking that she looks like a normal and sweet person. Holly heard this and starting to flushed deep red. She could not believe.

“Does he thinks she looks tough?” Lucius thought as he got his cup. “How much would that be?”

“$1.85 plus tax.” Holly stated. Lucius reach in his pocket pulling out a crumpled five dollar bill Holly put the money in the cashier and gives him the changes.

“Thank ya kindly,” Lucius thanked.

“Any time.”

~~

Setting: The Coffee Store again, but this time outside.

“So you know my name. Mr. Vreedle,” said Holly sitting at a table outside as she is talking to the potential recruit. She's twirls her pen between her two fingers and tap her pen on the table reserves for customers, but since her shift is over, and Janaya and her father suggested she should be interviewing the man named Lucius Vreedle. After all, he is interested  in joining The Synonymous. This is her first time being a interviewer. It is usually Ethan, Tamara, Andrew who done these.

“You have gotten have connections somewhere. The people who know my name are either my friend, family, and a few people. A lot of people who know me during my childhood have forgotten me. You can say I was invisible. I am guessing is our magical friends sitting with us.

Holly stared at Morgan and Janaya sitting with him. She never thought two recruits would come to meet her rather than Ethan Corduroy himself.

“So..... you two want to join The Synonymous hmm?” Holly questioned. “The flyer?”

The two candidates answered her question in their own manner:

“Well I tried to go join the Plumbers but due to some "accident mishaps" they've kick me out. So I check out this flyer saying they needed members and I went.”  

“And I was a vigilante taking the law into my own hands and protecting the little people.” said Morgan, standing on the table doing a dramatic pose. Lucius pulls Morgan down back on his chair. Morgan glare Lucius.

“This is a "community service" group not a comedic duo try out. The comedy try out is a few blocks away,” Janaya said sarcastically. “Go get your performances somewhere else.”

“Stop being sarcastic Janaya,” said Holly.

He rolled his eyes. "I may seem normal until people get to know me."

Holly ignored him and continuing interviewing Morgan and Lucius.

“I expects that you and Morgan are childhood friends then enemies,” Holly affirmed. She wrote their answer down on a piece of paper. She lean Morgan's ear and whisper: "You do realizes there are people in the cafe, which means we are not alone. So you made a mistake on saying you been doing vigilante work. But anyway. I would like to know about what skills you possess. So that my and Janaya's boss, Mr. Ethan Corduroy would determined which group you are in. Plus what jobs do you guys take. We split our earnings in order to support our organization of our, since we are not like the Vanguard League.”

Holly's tone is cold and expression match as well the two recruits notice that her pen is covered in frost.

“You ok miss?” said Lucius

“Yeah your pen it's…”

Holly snapped out of her trace and stared at her pen. She cannot believe she freezes her pen. Luckily, she got a spare pen on the flap of her ear and lend it to Morgan.

Morgan wrote "I have magic power” and gave it to Lucius. Lucius wrote “I'm a gifted mechanical engineer. Creating weapons and gadgets what not”

Holly stared at their answer and thinks for a moment. But Lucius, he is a mechanical engineer, which he is perfect for The Synonymous because the van that Lucky fixed that he found in the dump. It barely work and run down easily.

Holly wrote the next question down on a sheet of paper. “Do you have any fighting skills, for "self-defense"?”

Lucius wrote his weapons the Aquablaster and shock gloves down on the napkin and gave it to Holly

Holly stared at it the napkin. She never expects that Lucius use weapons for fighting. It awfully reminds him of Lucky. Lucky could use his microwave rifle gun, his M.U.G. (Multiple Usage Gun), an army of ninja bots, and his own battle suit to fight to make up for his combat skills.These two would be best friends if they get along. But then she starting to doubt that they might be rivals.

Holly wrote down the Synonymous’ subgroups: Arcane, Stormbreakers (Heavy-hitter missions), and Huntsmen (Stealth missions) and Affiliate on the paper.

“Even if you circle any. Ethan will get to decides which group is best for you.” Holly added.

Morgan wrote two questions down on a piece of his own napkin and passed it on to Holly. While Lucius circled Affiliate.

“What's arcane and affiliate?”

Holly wrote the answer down on the napkin. “The definition of Affiliate is officially attach or connect (a subsidiary group or a person) to an organization. While, Arcane are subgroup that have versatile abilities, being to fight up close or from afar, and being able to use these versatile abilities to do stealth.”

Morgan circled Arcane.

"He's want to be with Janaya,” Holly predicted in her mind. “I am not sure. I means....... true they are magic users. But they need to pass “the test”."

Lucius *writing*: So which group are you in miss test? "Janaya said to not mess with her better keep that in mind" Lucius thought

Holly wrote her answer. “I am a member of The Arcane likes Janaya.”

“Cool,” Morgan thought.

Holly got up and whisper to Lucius. "Meet me at the abandon subway. Lucius nodded.

~~

At the abandoned subway:

Lucius walked into the hollowed-out cavern. People thinks it is a waste of space, but him, it is a beautiful, imposing art deco relic that, for the last 20 years, has been left to crumble. The uncompleted subway tunnels and stations have been described as "in good shape". This is partially credited to the original construction quality, and partially the usage of tax revenues, due to the presence of Verdona Hills on top of it.

The subway tunnel is double-tracked throughout its entire length, with a concrete wall separating the two tracks. There are openings in the wall enable persons to step from one track to another. The tunnels are well ventilated and provide much light. Probably someone must have fixed them. Each tunnel has parallel wooden stringers which are bolted to the floor, and are intended to support steel rails that were never laid.

“Where is she?” Lucius thought as staring at his watch and then he looks around the subway. He would have scowl off and complains, but his meema always taught him to wait for a woman if she is late due to making a good impression, even during a battle.

"Well, well. Looks have I found."

Lucius hear a robotic-like voice and turns around He saw Holly but different. Instead of looking at her teal/navy blue gradient eyes covering with her glasses that are so warm and sweet that matches her smile. He see her eyes ice blue underneath her goggle. Her the color of her eyes could diminish the fire, yet Holly have that determination on face. She was wearing a lower face mask with voice. She is wearing an armor under a puffy purple jacket, she has icy blue skin. Her hair is covered in her hood. It appeared that her blasters are an ambidextrous arm cannon. They are both connected by a huge machine on her back. This reminded Lucius of Mei from Overwatch and Megaman.

“Nice outfit,” Lucius complimented. “Your alter ego I presume?”

"Lucifer, that is what you were called as a vigilante," Said Holly in a robotic voice from her voice modification low face mask. "This is where we fight to see if you are worthy enough to be an affiliate for The Synonymous. Instead of fighting me as Holly Test, you are facing the Synonymous' Ice Queen."Holly's eyes glows. Lucius running to the tunnel. Holly take a single step, causing ice to encased the ground. “Not so fast!” Holly shouted, as she took another step forward and the ice caught his legs. “Shit,” he said as he tried to pull his legs out, but to no success. Holly converts her shoes into ice skates, by forming blades of ice on her soles and skated on the ice. She aimed the blaster to his face."You thinks I created them do you?" she questioned him. "Yes, only to enhanced, controlled, and improved my powers."

Morgan and Janaya witnessing the fight. in the tunnel. Janaya filming the fight using a video camera while Morgan's mouth opened wide as he watch in awe. Lucius’ hand start to emitted electricity, activating his taser gloves.

“Sorry,” said Lucius, he push his hand to tased Holly. “Go Lucius!” Morgan cheered. But, the dramatic scene cut short when Holly’s deactivated her blaster canon and grabbed his wrist, quickly freezing his arm. Holly gave Lucius an unamused expression.

"Holly Test, aged 17, A metahuman by chemical mutation." said Janaya. Morgan and Lucius hears the word “metahuman”, they never expects that The Synonymous also have metahuman like her. The Synonymous have many members that are extraordinary that the Vanguard League doesn't have. "I told Lucius that she is more than just an inventor. And a shy girl."

Holly then shifts her hand back to blaster mode and blast cold frost at Lucius causing him “Didn't your mama told you it's past your bedtime,” Holly taunted him. Janaya's eyes widen in fear he shove the video camera to Morgan and tackled Holly. Morgan keep the camera filming.

“As no, Holly, no get out of character. You almost gave him frostbite”

“Sorry,” she apologized staring at the ground, flushing in embarrassment. “I’m trying my best to act cool to be just like my father. But not in a villainous way.”

Morgan watch in horror as Lucius shivers from the cold. There is frost all over his body.  "Are you all right?”, Janaya questioned with a concerned voice.

“N-n-never been b-b-better s-s-s-sorry I w-w-wasn't q-q-quick to the draw.” Lucius answered.

“Thanks God she didn't bring a baseball bat.”

~~

At Holly's place Lucifer return after a hot shower. Lucius having a towel wrapped around his neck and a blue bathrobe, he watched as Holly getting scold by her father, Mr. Test in the living room. “Holly, I understands you are testing his strength and all, but freezing him to death? I expects you to be better with that behavior of your.”

Morgan and Janaya sitting there watching TV while Josie threw shurikens on the wall. Mr. Test turns his head toward his niece and starts scolding at her as well. “Josie, how many time have I told you not to throw shurikens on the wall?”

“I am sorry but I don't speaks-pbbt” Josie said angrily closing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. Joby doing his best to finished his math, but still struggling. "Holly, would you please help me?"

"Coming" she reply, as she went over to help him.

“I'm guess I fail that test?” Lucius said sadly.

“That was so crazy.”

“At least it is not worse than your,” said Janaya.

Morgan give Janaya a mystified expression as though he had just declared himself to be a flying purple cow.

“Huh? Your what?” Morgan questioned because he is confused on what Janaya said.

“Your test.” Janaya answered.

Morgan eyes widen while, Janaya reach into his trench coat to reveal a foreign stainless steel telescopic staff and dual telescopic ends. He removes his trench coat and gives it to Mr. Test.

Lucius pat Morgan back. “Well good luck lil bub hopeful you’ll do much better than I did.”

~~

A couples minutes have passed. Morgan is unable to move from being binded by snakes made of written runes. Janaya used his bo staff and wrist elbow strike him, finishing the final blow. Morgan flips out of the way. Janaya detached his bo staff into escrima sticks and swing one of them in the shoulder and the other one to the chest. He low sweep him. Morgan rolls out of way blast some mana blast janaya dodges the blast teleport does a Sirkulo (Circular strikes) to Morgan's collarbone and then a linear strike on the same area. Morgan grabs his hand.

“Hmm?”

Morgan hand glows as he felt somewhat recharged He pulls his hand back quickly, Janaya de-extend his escrima sticks attached them back together and it turn into a wand. “Crap that wasn't supposed to happen,” Morgan thought.

“Sea Serpent's Hiss!”

Morgan throws a small stone creature which in turn grew to the size of a pit bull.The wand manifests the head of a sea serpent with sharp teeth, and fires it at the pit bull. The pit bull breaks because water is super effective against rocks causing the pit bull and Morgan to push back against the wall causing him to falls down on the floor.

“Try and catch me now,” Morgan chants, he slide in the portal closing it behind. Janaya concentrates and use his ears to visualizes what Morgan is going to do between instinct and prediction.

Janaya's eyes are widen and turn to see Morgan out of the portal. “You are there!!!!” he said as he points his wand and shoot a blast of fire at him. Morgan summon a force field to protect himself. Janaya snapped his fingers from his right hand and summon of ring of ball of fire surrounding him and the force field.

“Ring of Fire: Shield Break.”

The fireballs all go together and hit the force field causing it to break. Janaya summon rain of fire balls at Morgan. Morgan zigzags to escape the fireballs.

“Flash frenzy!”

Small explosions of flashing lights appear causing a diversion. “Dusty darkness,” Morgan said as he released black smokes from his mouth toward Janaya. Janaya obscure by the surrounding of the fog of smoke. Janaya point his wand at a moment of the smoke.

"Ribbon spiral"

A ribbon of dark energy blasted from his wand, wrapping around Morgan.

“No way.” Morgan said in awe as he is tangled and binded by a ribbon made of darkness. Morgan struggles to get out as Janaya walk up closed to him and  he finger pistol him.

“Mind Wave.”

At first, Morgan thought the spell failed, but soon something mind went blank all of a sudden. His will try tell him to starts thinking and strategizing, but his mind won't budge from the trace.

“Void Nova.”

A black hole from the bottom appears from Morgan's feet.

Janaya let go of the ribbon and let Morgan fall. Mr. Test, Lucius, Joby and Holly sat down on the couch watching the fight. While Josie holding a video camera.

“Why in my house!?” whined Mr. Test as he sat down on the couch that is slowly burning, looking down. The living room is now a mess; picture frames broken and on the floor, the other couch is up in flame (not big enough to burn it completely only a small flame), books all over the ground in ripped up piles.

“You know I am your sponsor.”

“Wait, why is your spell call Void Nova?" Holly questioned as she stare at the hole.

The hole engulfs Morgan in a searing white light. Holly, Lucius, Joby, Josie and Mr. Test see a pillar of white light out of the hole. Janaya smiles. "This is my own version of Eclipsa's dark magic spell, Black Velvet Inferno."

“Will he be ok?” Lucius asked in concern.

"To tell the truth, this is my first time using this spell. So I don't know, Dark magic is dangerous."

The light being to dimmer as Morgan’s eyes glow orange.  “I'm not giving up.” He said in determination. Morgan fly up to stop himself from falling and stares at Janaya.

"Heh bring it on" he extend his wand, now a bo staff and start spinning it, he teleported in front of Morgan and linear smack his head lightly. But suddenly Morgan made his own searing light, but instead of white, it is yellow, causing everyone to covered their own eyes until the light die down. Morgan eyes turned back to normal.

“Did I win?”

Morgan heard a groan of pain, he turned his back around and see Janaya lying on the floor. Lucius gulps in fear as he realized that Morgan used his life-draining powers.

“Will he be ok?”

Holly watch in horror as well.

“Yes,” Holly guessed. “But....He looked drained out....”

Morgan looked scared when Holly said it.

“There was a flash of light when all of sudden Janaya knocked out.”

Morgan’s lips starting to quiver. “No no not like this,”

Janaya struggling to get up. He clenched his no staff for support.

“I-I’m okay.”

“I’m so so sorry,”, Morgan said as tears being to form.

Janaya slowly walks up to him and pats his shoulder, to stop him from crying.

"I slept 3 hours of sleep, that is all You didn't use your father's powers. Honest.”

“Are you sure?

Janaya nodd, Morgan breath a sigh of relief that it wasn't his fault at all.

"He fell for my lies," Janaya thought. "Thanks goodness."

“So how did i do?”

Janaya starting to thinks. Morgan have been training magic and other skills by both his mother and great uncle. These skills he learnt have give him the advantages for him to fight crimes as a vigilante, such as robbery and carjacking. Yet Janaya thinks of the power that made his eyes, hand, and body glow. It could be dangerous to have someone in The Synonymous. But that would cocky or be a hypocritical because Holly used to be like Morgan, not using her powers because of her fear of hurting others. However she have been learning to controls it before joining The Synonymous. With the help of Vertex, The Synonymous’ intergalactic drifter, she have better controls of her metahuman powers. Maybe he can help Morgan as well. Janaya finally made his decision.

“I must say…... You pass,” Janaya concluded as he gave him thumbs up.

Morgan put his hands up in the air, bursting with energetic energy.

“All right!”

“Congratulation bub.” Lucius cheered

Josie gave Holly the video camera and smiles at the two recruiters.

“We will show the videos to Ethan and he will decide his decision for you two. He will sent you a text messenger if he know your contact numbers.

Lucius and Morgan gave each other a high five, then a elbow bump, Morgan crying happily while Lucius jump and twirl around as if they are celebrating New Year Eve.

As the boys celebrated, they didn't know that a winged creature covered in the color black, a fiend witness this from the window outside. The fiend fly back to the base, The Insomniacs. Once it got back, it landed on Vincent's head. Vincent's fiend came out of his body and have a long conversation with the flying fiend.

“Are you sure your eye on not fooling you?” said the Fiend.

The flying fiend answered with a nod. Vincent's fiend told his master everything. Vincent walked out of the kitchen and passed the hallway and headed straight to a lab where he see Ariel working on their weapon. Vincent scowled at them and leaned against the table with his arms crossed.

“Ariel,” Vincent muttered. Ariel stopped taking their notes as they caught his attention when Vincent said his name. “The Synonymous got themselves fresh meats.”

“I see,” Ariel replied as they he continue doing their little project of his. “But here is something interesting. Apparently my flying fiend, the one who had observed, said that you know these two.”

The flying fiend stretches his wings and used points at a photo frame on his table. The photo frame displayed a photo Ariel, Morgan, and Lucius as children. The genetic scientist shifted their eyes at the picture with his eyes widen, yet still remained as a stone

“We used to be friends,”, they answered. “But we...grew apart.”

“The plot thickens any second thoughts?” Vincent asked with a question along with it.

“Just be careful about Morgan,”, Ariel advised.

“He's more than Fool.”

Vincent start continuing stirring his mixing bowl until another flying fiendrised up out of his bowl.

“Very well,” Vincent accepted. “But do not say that. A Fool means he have powers far beyond others. Your so-called friends will regrets that they tarnish their honors of their evil roots of their parents he said as he release the fiends.”

~~

“What the hell are those?” Lucius cried out as

Holly lower the temperatures causing the first group of fiends to breaks as they fall one by one as if they are fragile glass falling to their sweet death. Lucius pulled out his aquablaster, aimed at the remaining group of fiends and actives hydro pump mode. The fiends were squirted away. One of the fiend containing the Belladonna as a part of the ingredient attacked Lucius, paralyzing him.

Morgan use his stone creature to grab the fiend and throws it. “Janaya, can you fight?”, Morgan turned his head to see Janaya right behind him walking around with his BO staff. Janaya answered Morgan by casting a waves of fire, expanding rings of fireballs, rains of fireballs, and spiraling pillars of flames at the fiends. The second group of fiends are turned to crisps. As the battle roses on outside of the neighborhood of Holly, Morgan and Lucius see Ariel in the air. He is watching over them as his wings on his back are flapping continuously. In a matter of second, he vanished out of thin air.

“That's not good.” Morgan gulped.

~~

Alverta sitting in her chair to stop reading her Necronomicon and coldly glares at both Vincent and Ariel for coming back from the base late. She have been ordered by Virus to wait for them before she can go to sleep. She is in charge of monitoring them tonight for evaluation.

“The two of you should spy on them, not attacked them,” signed Alverta. “I cannot believe you two disobey him.”, Vincent signed back to Alverta. “We have no choice. We do not want our predecessors to mocks us that we do not take actions.”

“Beside,” Ariel signed, joining in on the conversation.  “While they were distracted of the fiends got something from one of them.”, Ariel held Lucius's tooth in their hand.

Alverta’s eyes shifted on the tooth and then at Ariel. “I thought you do not performed experiments on humans?”

“It would be interesting if you do.” Alverta thought.

“Technically Lucius isn't exactly human per say.” Ariel corrected her so that she won't thinks they are a hypocrite. “He's an alien.”

~~

Meanwhile, back at Holly's home. Holly and Lucius are in the kitchen. Holly is stand there putting both of her hands on an ice pack on Lucius' cheek while he is sitting down.

“Well guess I'll eating soup for a while,” Lucius joking around with a smile exposing his gap teeth.

“Good choice,” Holly replied.

Morgan biting the nail of his thumb angrily as he just witness his old friend, Ariel. He can not believed that Ariel would start an ambush and one of those things just remove lucius’s tooth.

“That Jerk I can't believe he..ARRGH!” he snarled as he gritted his teeth.

“Jerk who? Your friend?” said Janaya.

“Our...former friend.” Morgan quietly answer while glaring on the floor, instead of Janaya.

“He's a member of the Alliance.” Janaya predicted. “I never know how you 3 broken up. But it is not my business nor my concern.”

“Must have been a what you might call failed ambush.”

Holly examined the gap teeth to analyzed if the tooth, the failed ambush of fiends, and Lucius and Morgan's friend were connected somehow.

“His skills is must have allows The Young Blood Alliance to let him join must have something to do with science depending on your tooth. Am I right?” Holly asked. “Which means.... fiends with a hint of your tooth dust. Which contains your Alien DNA?”

Morgan and Janaya looked concern. Morgan and Lucius imagined Ariel's laughing in their hideout, extracting the tooth for whatever purpose he is planning to do. “We better keep our guard up then.” Lucius suggested. At the same time, Ariel held up a tooth, admiring what he did and thinking of all the possibility as they extract the Lucius’ tooth with an extractor. Ariel laughs maniacally, causing the laughter to echo across the base causing everyone to stay awake with his laugh, until it got cut short.

“Would you keep it down?!” Violet yelled as she breaks Ariel's door to his lab with her Starbolt. Her glowing eyes obscure her dark circles. “It's 2 fuckin’ AM!! God, just because our job is at night can't at least a few of us get some sleep.”

Ariel stopped laughing. “Sorry.”

Vertex, Lucky, and Ethan (mention) @ej-cappy-universe/EJTHE24TH

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Alverta Tang, Vincent, Holly Test, Josie Test, Joby Test, and Janaya Lynn-Thomas by TheMarioFan1/ @froppy-butterflyfan2000

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[andrewmoocow]

Fooly Falls chapter 5: Don’t Lose Your Way (originally posted on August 21, 2017)

“Ah, another fine day in this dirty riff-raff town.” Preston Northwest said to himself as he overlooked Gravity Falls from his office window. “Perhaps I should've started out somewhere nice like Colorado.” he added before he heard the door open. “Mr. Northwest, sir!” an employee exclaimed as he rushed in.

“We seem to have obtained security footage from our Medical Mechanica factory last night!” he explained, which caught Preston's eye. He turned around in his chair to face his employee, only to find himself spinning in it. “Oh not again, can someone stop this chair?” the billionaire groaned before his butler grabbed hold of the back. “Thank you Phineas.” he thanked getting up.

“Alright Lawrence, show me the footage.” Lawrence turned on a screen to show footage of a group of individuals standing atop the factory. “Last night, two children accompanied by a pair of senior citizens, a Medical Machine and a girl with a Vespa bike have trespassed on factory grounds during the D.I.I's Satellite Geo-Saki's collision course with this town. Much later on, the footage started giving out as three more people appeared before it cut to static.”

“Wait a minute, rewind and zoom in on the one with the guitar.” Preston ordered as Lawrence did just that, focusing on a boy that was all too familiar to the philanthropist. “Oh goody,” he grimaced. “you.”

Dipper, Mabel and Ford were sitting down in the living room watching an episode of Ducktective. “I don't get it, what's the appeal of this series?” Ford wondered as the show's title character and his partner the constable solved another case. “The creator was inspired by his childhood where he and his pet duck would solve mysteries together.” Mabel replied. “Yeah, and he also made this with the whole family in mind.” Dipper added. “Silly jokes & fun adventure for the kids and some witty humor for the parents.”

Just then, they heard Haruko yowling as Stan came crashing down from the ceiling. “Hey, what's going on here?!” Dipper shouted to Haruko before turning to his grunkle, who was wearing a red jacket for some reason. “Aw come on babe, play nice now.” Stan muttered woozily, still reeling from the fall.

“NOT IN A HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS WILL EVER GET ANYTHING FROM ME EXCEPT TONS OF BULLETS TO THE FACE YOU OLD COOT!” Haruko screamed as she fired at Stan with a rifle. “Hey, calm down there!” he exclaimed in reply.

“What's with the red jacket Grunkle Stan?” Dipper wondered. “Oh, I got it from another one of Soos' anime. I think it's called The Wolf, about a cool thief with a love for the ladies.” Stan explained as we then cut to Canti washing dishes. “This was the jacket he started out with and a favorite of the original author Simian Slam. What, do you prefer the green one from Palace of Shamballa?”

“Okay, I'm going up there to give her what's what.” Dipper sternly proclaimed before marching up the stairs and opening the door to their attic room only to lay his eyes upon Haruko wearing nothing but a pink bath towel and shaking Gompers the goat in her arms.

“What, are you saying I have personal feelings for that kid?” she asked the goat, who bleated in reply. “I don't think so! The reason this mission has been delayed because the channel to N.O isn't open!” As she continued speaking to Gompers, Dipper watched in shock as she waved her butt in his face. “It's not about liking or disliking! Damn, the connection's dead.”

When she tossed Gompers to the ground, she turned towards Dipper smiling. “Oh my, were you listening?” she asked him. “Can you please put on some clothes? Puberty is pretty crazy you know.” the boy replied shielding his eyes.

“How's this?!” the Vespa woman exclaimed now dressed like Elvis Presley, complete with large pompadour while a chalkboard appeared behind her. “I meant normal clothes. And where did you get that board?” he said. “HARUKO'S MASTER THE GUITAR IN ONE MILLISECOND CLASS, YEAH! SIGN UP NOW!” she hollered.

“I think this is the part where I lose my mind.” Dipper said turning to the readers before he got fired at by Haruko with her rifle. “Grab a guitar and you can be a pop idol!” Haruko shouted some more. “Chicks dig it dude, pyon!”

“Pyon?” her younger friend questioned. “Like Filter, or Slash!” she continued on as her pompadour and her head got bigger. “Like Red Hot Chilli Peppers or Rage against the Machine or Richard Gene!” she screamed as her head became as big as the attic could take it. “Wait a minute, Richard Gene isn't a-” Dipper began before getting shot at again.

“You have to learn to say it like a cool rock dude pyon! Guys like Jimi Hendrix all started out like this!” she explained loudly before spinning her bass like a helicopter blade and hovering in the air. “Haruko wait! What's going on?!” Dipper exclaimed before getting shoved into his bed with Haruko on top of him, now back in her bath towel.

“You know it's dangerous to wave that thing around like that.” he stated blushing. “Use your guitar again Takkun, just one more time.” she purred. “Speaking of which, that was fantastic last night.”

“Not interested right now, now can let me go already?” Dipper responded. “I should teach you how to be a man Takkun.” Haruko giggled. “Yeah, like you know how!” he snapped back before he was shoved into her face by his horn until they locked lips, and conveniently enough Mabel & Stan walked in on them.

“Aha, I knew it all along!” Mabel cheered as she started taking pictures. “Wendy owes me big time!” The old trickster on the other hand was completely stunned as his face went red, then blue and every other color of the rainbow.

“Oh Takkun, that's more like it!” Haruko said. “No, this isn't what it looks like! It was my horn!” Dipper tried to make something up. “First kiss, good one!” she replied. “Liar, our first “kiss” was technically the first time we met when you gave me CPR!” he snapped back before Stan let out a mighty roar. “I can't believe it Takkun, you've been havin' sexy times with a hot chick and didn't bother to tell me!” he exclaimed. “And what's worse, that's my partner you were smooching!”

“Like I said, it was my horn!” Dipper tried to defend himself before getting shot at by his great uncle. “That's it kid, you're grounded.” Stan finally said whipping out a pistol. “And by grounded, I mean I'm putting you six feet under! We shall have a duel to the finish, winner gets Haruko's love and a box of Mrs. Pell's Fishsticks.” he announced.

“I'm for it!” Haruko interjected raising her hand. “You know what, forget the duel! My weapon's yours Haruko!” he exclaimed leaping out of his clothes before getting slammed into the wall by a boxing glove that came out of nowhere.

Later that day outside the Mystery Shack, the duel between great-nephew and great-uncle was about to begin. On one side were the twins & Haruko while the other side was Stan, Canti and Soos. “What's the matter kid, too chicken as usual?” Stan, dressed as some sort of heavy weapons guy, boldly proclaimed. “C'mon, show yourself and fight me like a true man!”

As Dipper was hiding in the tall grass, Haruko snuck up on him and tangled around him like a snake much to his displeasure. “What are you doing Haruko!” he exclaimed. “Aw come on bro-bro, Team HaruDip has to get along so that we can win.” Mabel said. “I even made team sweaters for everyone!”

She was currently wearing a yellow sweater with the P symbol from Haruko's Vespa and a blue pine tree on it. “This is no time for sweaters Mabel, one of us might be killed by our own uncle out here!” he replied.

“Are you sure about this Mr. Pines?” Soos stuttered as he tugged on the dogtags and red T-shirt he was now wearing. “I mean, it's perfectly normal for a little boy to have the hots for an older girl. Like when Dipper had that crush on Wendy.” he explained. “Not right now Soos, it's the principle of the thing!” his boss replied. “Oh Takkun, save me!” Haruko moaned from afar as she continued smothering Dipper. “Now's your chance Soos, fire!”

“I'm so sorry dudes!” Soos winced before he fired at the opposing team. “You better not be eating those fishsticks Ford, they're for the winner!” Stan called to his brother sitting on the porch, who already ate one. “Uh, they're all here Stanley!” Ford replied trying to hide the fishstick he ate before taking notice of a small car near the shack which a woman rose out of. “Can I help you miss?”

“Target sighted commander! It's blue, I repeat blue!” she spoke into a cellphone as she picked up an anti-tank rifle and aimed it at Canti. “Are you sure it isn't red Kitsurubami?” a voice on the other end asked, which happened to be Commander Amarao at a hair salon.  “So the blue is confirmed then? I already have the unofficial consent of both Medical Mechanica and this town's resident billionaire Preston Northwest so we'll take care of it here so they can't interfere.”

As he put down the phone, everything turned into something out of an adult cartoon from 1997. “I have work to do so let's make it quick!” he said. “Okay, but I wanted to look cool, you know what I mean, in a manly charming grown-up kind of way!” He picked up the phone again to contact Kitsurubami. “If we screw up here, Medical Mechanica will be all over us! Just forget Raharu, she'll just complicate everything! Just take care of yourself til I get there.”

“You know, more mature-looking, something a woman that I haven't seen in a long time would think 'This guy really is a hero but also nurturing and supportive', something like that. That's what I'm looking for.” he turned back to his hairdresser before taking notice of a boy in a chair next to him receiving some candy. “Oh, don't I get one of those candies? I prefer the super sweet ones, the sweetest ones if you know what I mean.”

Dipper was charging into battle with his twin pistols before firing at and pouncing on what seemed to be his grunkle before he learned it was one of many traps set by him. “Y'know for a smart kid, you're easy to fool!” Stan boasted from afar as the boy continued falling into his traps.

“They seem to be playing some kind of game. Looks really stupid, I'm sure I can handle this myself. ” Amarao's right-hand woman continued analyzing the scene as she peered through the scope of her firearm. “Hm, who's the girl he hasn't seen in so long?”

“What are you two doing just laying around, you should be helping me!” Dipper complained as he landed back into Mabel and Haruko's hiding spot. “My guitar isn't plugged in.” Haruko replied pulling out her Rickenbacker. “Don't ask bro-bro, even I don't know why she brought it along.” Mabel added.

“Are you crazy, this is a game of life and death!” he snapped back at the girls. “And squeegee, and bungee, and grungy! Oh, we're in trouble kid.” Haruko said. “Well, can you at least give me some backup Mabel?” Dipper asked his sister. “Anything for you Dipps!” Mabel cheerfully answered. “Good kid, now go out there and prove that you love me!” Haruko exclaimed kicking the twins out.

When they got up, Dipper charged at Canti with a bloodthirsty look on his face while Mabel jumped in the air with her bazooka. “Check it out Dipper, I can rocket jump!” she exclaimed before crashing down into the ground. “Oh no, Mabel down! Mabel down!” But her brother didn't seem to notice as he and the Medical Machine went all out against each other before Canti started getting fired at itself from an unknown assailant, which was Kitsurubami.

“Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, cobalt blue!” she exclaimed with each shot from her anti-tank rifle. “It's seven of nine, he's a sign!” When she got his head in her sights, she fired again. “CYBORG!!!” she screamed taking one last shot. “Cyborg my butt!” Haruko shouted back batting the bullet away from her as Dipper continued fighting Canti.

“Actually, confusing cyborgs with robots is a common misconception.” Ford stated. “But there are a few cyborgs who are mostly machine, like this policewoman I've met who's only organic part was her brain and strangely looked a bit like Scarlet Johansson-” He was interrupted when the bullet flung back at Kitsurubami's car, blowing it up and tossing her into the fray.

“Take this squirt!” Stan cried charging towards his great-nephew before being knocked over by the government agent and sent tumbling around. “Soos, Canti, you're on your own for now!” Dipper however saw this as an opportunity to land the killing blow. “Alright, one more shot and I win!” he proclaimed as he prepared to pounce on the machine before being interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Hi Dipper!” It was Pacifica, who had come by for some reason. “Oh no Paz, get out of here!” Dipper exclaimed jumping in front of her as Canti fired one last bullet at his torso, knocking him out. “Oh no dude, you alright?” Soos cried rushing to the boy's side. “I'm fine Soos, I just don't know how I could survive that.”

“And by the way Canti, I get three time-outs!” he turned to Canti, who blankly stared at him in reply. “Don't give me that look!” Dipper exclaimed much to the heiress's confusion. “Are you okay there Dipper?” she asked. “Oh, it's just that my great uncle wants to kill me because he thought I got 'busy' with his new friend.” he answered. “So what are you doing here anyway?” he wondered.

“Oh yeah, my dad sent me out here to tell you that he's kinda ticked off about you trespassing on his Medical Mechanica factory.” Pacifica said. “Speaking of which, is this Medical Machine like, your servant or something?” she asked. “Yeah pretty much. Hey Canti, can you go to the grocery store?” The machine did as it was told as it soared off into the sky. “And remember to get the candy Mabel likes!” Dipper called.

“So what was that about your father?” he asked turning to Pacifica. “Like I said, he got pretty mad about you and your family stepping on his territory when that big satellite nearly killed us all last night.” she stated. “And I saved us!” Dipper responded fiercely.

“Wait, you did what?” his rich blonde friend stuttered. “Yeah he did, he was all bang-slam-kerpow!” Mabel exclaimed getting back up with only a few scrapes on her. “With a Gibson?!” Pacifica continued, still utterly stunned. “It's true!” Haruko replied dancing into view and glomping Dipper, while Mabel chanted “Smooch, smooch, smooch!” several times.

“And I thought that lumberjack ghost was freaky.” Pacifica said to herself before discovering Ford sitting on the porch. “Hey, is that supposed to be your great uncle? He looks so different from when I last saw him.” she wondered. “Oh yeah, that is out great uncle, but he's not really Stan.” Dipper replied. “Yeah, Grunkle Stan had this weird portal behind the vending machine in the gift shop that he used to bring his brother back from some parallel universe or something crazy like that.” Mabel added.

“He-hey Sixer!” Haruko called to the polydactyl professor while pulling at Dipper's face before he started to feel faint.

“So this Haruko woman just decided to stay at your place after nearly killing Dipper?” Pacifica asked Mabel as they walked through the woods. “Pretty much, fate is crazy that way.” the sweater girl replied. “Plus ever since then, all kinds of crazy robots started popping out of this weird horn on his forehead like Canti for example. Plus Haruko really hit it off with Stan, even coming with him on a revenge trip.”

“And Dipper was stuck into some weird shootout after your great-uncle caught him making out with that Haruko?” the blonde added blushing. “Why would you ask that?” Mabel wondered for a bit before going silent and putting a coy expression on her face. “You like Dipper, don't you P?” she said. “What, no I don't!” Pacifica claimed blushing harder. “I just think he's a nice guy, okay?”

“So that was Preston's girl, huh?” Ford wondered with his mouth full of fishsticks. “Yeah, it turns out she doesn't have the best parents and she saved my life during Northwest Fest. How she's doing now I don't want to know.” Dipper replied.

“And are you sure you have a crush on her?” the old-aged genius added, much to his younger counterpart's embarrassment. “Okay maybe I kind of do, but I'm afraid to confess my feelings to her because I'm terrible with girls.” he admitted. “I can definitely relate Dipper. One time when I was your age, I held hands with a girl who suddenly freaked out and ran away because of my six fingers.”

“And then there's Haruko.” Dipper continued. “She was initially a complete annoyance to me but as time went on, I'm starting to like her more. Maybe it's because of all the crazy adventures we went on because of her.” Ford then came to a conclusion. “Maybe it's because she has connections to Canti.” he said. “Maybe it seems that this town's weirdness has brought her here and all the robots with her. “

“Y'know speaking of weirdness, where did Grunkle Stan go anyway?” the boy wondered before his other great uncle pulled a pistol on him. “Whoa whoa whoa, I thought you were better than this!” Dipper exclaimed. “Don't fret kid, Stan left behind one of his ten guns and I want to see how durable your head is with that horn.”

Meanwhile somewhere near the Shack in the forest, a battle-damaged Kitsurubami was retching up dirt and grime from her tussle with Stan as she contacted her superior. “I'm on the ground. The attack was a failure, some old man got me distracted and I lost the target.” she spoke into the phone as Stan got up and walked away. “

That little tumble was fun and all babe, but I gotta go find Haruko.” the con-artist said. “It's a horrific entity that flies around like it hasn't heard of gravity.” Unbeknownst to her, Canti happened to float near her until she turned around and screamed.

Meanwhile back at the salon, Amarao was still on the phone as Kitsurubami started making random noises. “Kitsurubami, Kitsurubami! Are you alright?” he exclaimed into the phone before he got hit with a splash of water. “Now hold still sir, we're gonna do the hair color next.” his dyer stated as she started rubbing his red hair. “Now who do you want it, auburn, chestnust or maybe even, fooly cooly color?”

“Fooly.......cooly........” It took Amarao a while to realize it, but he recognized that voice from anywhere and the two pulled weapons on one another, with the woman revealing herself to be Haruko.

“What's with the eyebrows loverboy? An attempt at bushy masculine charm?!” she exclaimed pointing a razor at his neck. “Chicks dig the clean-cut look, that what you were thinking?!” Amarao wasn't having it as he pointed a handgun at her forehead. “Raharu!” he growled preparing to pull the trigger. “Deciding to send your little commando on a mission!” And that's when they went all out against each other with tons of firepower.

“Ow, are you done yet Ford?” Dipper exclaimed as Ford fired a few bullets at the boy's head. “Guess I am, that noggin of yours is really sturdy.” Ford replied as he tossed away the gun. “Your horn's acting up again, could it be that fooly cooly Stan keeps rambling about?” he asked noticing his great-nephew's horn as it started to wiggle.

“Hey guys, whatcha talkin' about?” Mabel wondered as she returned to them and sat down on the couch. “We were just discussing how much Haruko has changed us and Ford shooting me to see how tough my head was.” Dipper replied before taking his sister's head. “C'mon, let's go find Grunkle Stan.” Meanwhile, Kitsurubami had enough and started emptying lead on Canti. “NOOOO! STAY AWAY!” she exclaimed.

In town, Stan was charging through the streets looking for Haruko until he ran into a overweight man wearing a shirt that had a pizza on it. “Hey big guy, you seen a young lady about yay high, has pink hair and pretty much mentally unstable?” he asked panting before the pizza guy pointed at the hair salon. “Cool, thanks!”

Back onto Haruko and Amarao's firefight, the two continued giving each other all they got before standing off. “I'm not a child anymore, I'm an adult!” Amarao proclaimed putting on a pair of sunglasses. “I can buy my own insurance and everything!” Just then, dozens of other agents assembled behind him carrying guns like him.

“That robot is too dangerous. If we don't take it out, Medical Mechanica will make its move.” he explained. “You understand what they're planning and how it would affect the planet. And that thing, when it turns red, it's Atomsk.”

That last sentence alone made Haruko really angry as she opened fire on pretty much everyone in the building, shooting agents that busted in left and right until the front door was opened by Stan.

“Haruko, I've been wondering where you were!” he cried before turning his attention to Amarao. “Hello there eyebrows.” he grimaced at the head of the D.I.I. “Stan Pines, I knew you would show up here.” Amarao replied pointing his gun at the old trickster. “I'm surprised you didn't recognize me at first last night.” the great-uncle replied pulling out a gun of his own. “Was it the fake mustache?”

“You didn't have a fake mustache you idiot!” Amarao roared before turning to his men. “Pines isn't important right now, just stop Raharu!” At his command, they all dogpiled and pointed their guns at Haruko before she blasted them off her and pointed her Rickenbacker at Amarao. “You've got to be kidding me.” he groaned surrounded by the unconcious bodies of his fellow agents.

“Two against one, sounds like pretty good odds.” Stan added brandishing some brass knuckles.

Meanwhile, the Pines twins were running into town searching for their uncle. “You know bro, you've been acting pretty different lately, a bit less awkward and more awesome.” Mabel said. “Maybe Ford was right, maybe Haruko did have a part in the grand scheme of this.” Dipper boldly deducted. “Seriously Dipper, you've become so much different ever since she came here. She taught me to be braver in the face of life-threatening situations.”

Meanwhile, Stan and Haruko continued duking it out with Amarao while nearby townsfolk ran for cover, with the two tricksters getting the upper hand.

“You already are pretty brave. By the way, what's with that weird thing on the back of your head?” Mabel responded staring at the gun that appeared on her brother's head without his knowledge. “Be honest, you like her!”

Dipper stopped right there on the sidewalk as he was taken aback by his sister's words, given that he wasn't very good with romance and that Mabel's personal goal this summer was to meet a cute boy that would date her. Suddenly, he felt something click in his head as his horn burst out and planted itself in the ground before pushing him skyward as Mabel grabbed onto it.

The siren from Medical Mechanica sounded as the boy's horn grew larger, large enough to be noticed by Kitsurubami & Canti, Pacifica and all the people of Gravity Falls. Amarao, now on the ground after losing his battle with the man of mystery and his pink-haired partner and losing his large eyebrows, got up to notice what happened.

“Oh no, where are my eyebrows?!” he screamed before turning his head to the giant horn in the middle of town. “Medical Mechanica is using these machines to destroy this town and the rest of the planet, we are so screwed!” he continued on, much to Stan and Haruko's annoyance. “Yeesh, for such a calculating government agent, he sure is a wimp.” Stan mocked him. “Your friend is the one who caused all this Pines, and now we're all screwed because of her!”

“I don't care you idiot, got it memorized?” Haruko added scowling at Amarao. “Your guitar's not up to it, that's it!” he replied. “You're a million years under-evolved, you primitive monkey!” she screamed. “Whoa, take it easy babe!” Stan exclaimed trying to calm her down. “That's discriminatory language against underdeveloped planets!” Amarao shouted back before he was hit in the head with Haruko's bass before she waved it around while chanting.

“You can't do that here! Where are my eyebrows, my eyebrows!” Suddenly, a small thing appeared on the redhaired agent's forehead. “A little small as usual, but it'll do.” Haruko said plucking it off before revving up her instrument and taking off. “You handle him yourself Stan!”

“Stanley!” a voice called from a nearby alleyway. Stan walked into it to find his brother hiding. “Thank goodness you're still alive! Listen, we need to save Dipper & Mabel and the town!” Ford exclaimed. “Yep, that's the biggest one this story might put out.” Stan replied turning back to the giant robot.

“I have a feeling Diamond Brandy might show up, so I've decided to bring this along.” Reaching into a duffel bag, the genius pulled out a stone mask with a red gem on it.

“Oh mama, that looks like mob-boss quality!” the con-artist exclaimed reaching for him before his hand was slapped aside. “This is the Eyes of Heaven mask, an ancient artifact that I've recovered many years ago from temple ruins. If Diamond Brandy dare touches it, it could bring about the end of days!”

“Seriously, what does that chick see in those kids, especially the one with the hat?!” Amarao whined still looking up to the sky. “I don't know, maybe it's because he sort of has a pair.” Stan replied with a laugh.

Meanwhile high up in the sky, Dipper and Mabel were clinging on for dear life on top of the new robot's hat as it started moving towards Medical Mechanica. “If this is our last moment together Takkun, then I want to say it's been an honor being your sister!” Mabel exclaimed hugging her brother.

“I love you too Mabel, now hold on!” Dipper replied as he tried to find a way to safely return to the ground until a red light appeared zooming across the sky. It was Haruko, surfing on her guitar and wearing a Playboy bunny outfit for some reason. “Hey, it's Haruko!” the shooting star exclaimed. “Wait, why is she dressed like that?”

“DAICON FIVE!!!” Haruko cried as she fired a small guitar like a slingshot at the robot, knocking it back a bit. “Stop it Haruko!” Dipper shouted clinging on for dear life. “Please Takkun, summon Canti so that you can save us!” his sister cried ducking for cover. “Wait, are you serious right now?” the younger by five minutes boy exclaimed. “Of course I'm going to save us! CANTI!”

The Medical Machine sprung into the air and landed by his side. “And by the way, you've always known me as Dipper, not Takkun! You better remember that!” he shouted before getting eaten by Canti's torso jaws and making it turn red. As the robot pulled out a gun and started firing at the Vespa Woman, she gracefully dodged all its attack before being knocked down to the ground by one. Suddenly, Canti soared down and picked her up, seating her on its back.

Haruko prepared to attack with the slingshot again, but it proved ineffective against the mechanical monstrosity. “Ugh, useless!” she groaned throwing the slingshot away before slamming Canti's head, turning it into a cannon which fired at the gun-toting machine. It landed quite a hit, knocking it over while Mabel nearly fell off before Canti swooped in and saved her.

“It's falling!” Grenda exclaimed as she and Candy held each other close. “If this is the end of the line, then it's been fun being your friend!” the Asian girl replied before they noticed Mabel landing right in front of them. “Well, it's official. I have a fear of giant robots with cowboy hats and guns!” she exclaimed dusting herself.

“FINAL ROUND?!” Haruko exclaimed as the robot toppled over. Canti launched one final attack, which proved nothing when the robot repelled it by firing back and sending it careening into a nearby billboard. “I'm all out of ammo!” she complained before leaping into the air with her Rickenbacker in hand, but the robot aimed and fired all its weapons at her as it formed into a hand-like shape.

“Commander!” Kitsurubami cried as she and Amarao drove into the action. “I told you this was impossible!” her superior replied in panic before they were hit by a stray bullet. The bass-playing bunny continued falling as the robot got back up on its feet before she fell into Canti's arms when his screen started glowing.

“This is bad, it's heading towards the factory, it's gonna activate it!” Amarao screamed in terror before he spotted a beam of light spilling out of the Medical Machine's head. It grabbed the light and pulled it out, forming a guitar-shaped object. “It's....” Amarao said. “It's Atomsk's....” Haruko shouted in surprise.

“GIBSON EB-0 1961 MODEL!” they shouted in unison. Dropping Haruko, Canti launched itself at the robot, smacking it with the bass and finally making it fall over. It tumbled a bit before bouncing atop Medical Mechanica and turning into a giant hand. “I can't believe it, that must be the one!” Amarao exclaimed as it continued falling. “It's the real Pirate King!”

Canti struck one final blow, creating a large hole in the palm and causing a piece of machinery to burst out. Suddenly, steam erupted from the factory covering all of Gravity Falls with it. Meanwhile, Stan, Ford, Soos and Wendy were on a Mystery Shack golf cart searching for the kids. “See them dudes?” Soos asked. “No way Soos.” Wendy replied. “But we do see some kinda meteorite headed right for us.” Stan added. “Wait a minute, that isn't a meteor-RUN!” Ford exclaimed as they all ran far away from the golf cart as it met its untimely end in the hands of the clump of technology.

The red ammo fell from the billboard as the girls all watched, later joined by the Stans and the Shack employees. The golf cart crashed into a nearby fire hydrant spraying water on the glowing bullet before it turned back into their friend Dipper, followed by Haruko landing right next to him as she gazed into Atomsk's screen. “Atomsk!” she moaned.

“Dipper, you're alright!” Mabel exclaimed as she hugged her brother. “I was worried for you too.” he replied hugging her as well, before they patted each other on the back. “It's nice that both of you have their heads still attached which means your parents won't try to kill me, but now let's head back home.” Stan said picking them up by the arms. “I think you might need some rest.”

As they all happily walked back to the Shack, everything became frozen as a portal opened before them, which out climbed none other than Diamond Brandy. “Oh, did I miss the party?” he wondered as he raised a bubble around him and the Pines family. “Well, at least I get a few goodies.”

“Someone help us!” Mabel shouted pounding on the shield. “Soos, Wendy, Haruko, anyone!” Dipper added also pounding. “That shield won't work children. Outside things are going normally but here, I get to slaughter you and nobody will notice.” Diamond replied. “Now Six Fingers, I sense you have the item that I've been looking for.” he said turning to Ford. “I said it once and I'll say it again, I will never hand you the Eyes!” Ford declared. “Well then, if I can't take the mask, then I'll take your family's lives instead.” When he finished that sentence, the rest of the family became buried neck-down in the street, struggling to escape.

“Now what will it be Stanford, your loved ones or my key to ultimate power?” Brandy offered as he summoned a sword caked in blood in his hand. “You should know this sword is painted with the blood of my enemies.” Ford quivered as his brother and great-nephew & niece begged for mercy as he lowered the sword at their heads. “I think I'll start with.....” he pointed it at Stan. “YOU!!!”

“WAIT!” Ford interrupted his brother's execution by pulling out the mask. “I'll give you the mask, just leave my family and this planet alone!” The ruby gem resting atop its forehead glimmered in the light. “Very good choice.” the demon thanked him before pulling the three up like vegetables. “Now hand it over.”

“Hey wait, before you go off and destroy the galaxy, why don't you tell us your backstory? You just can't be evil because why not.” Mabel asked. “Fine Shooting Star, allow me to let you relive my past.” His fingertips glowed before he touched the Pines' foreheads, sending them all the way back to a Mayan-looking village. “Welcome to the story of how I became the monster you see today.”

“Before now, I was just another weakling that was picked on by my kinfolk.” he narrated as a young boy that looked like Diamond was picked on by other children. “Stay back, I have awesome powers that would make you wet your trousers!” the boy that would become Diamond Brandy exclaimed before throwing his hands out, expecting to release an awesome attack but nothing happen.

“Face it Deh'Go, you're not gonna go far.” one of the kids stated as they all walked away. “If you want your own powers, then why don't you just walk into a mud pit, I'm pretty sure you'd get earth powers.”

“Good Lord, and I thought Crampelter was bad.” Stan said as they all watched the younger Brandy weep in sorrow. “I just want to hug that nice and chubby baby so hard!” Mabel exclaimed as she tried to run up to the child, but failed.

“Sorry girl, we're spirits now. Meaning we can't interact with others while in this state.” Brandy explained. “My life was pretty terrible, but then everything changed when Atomsk attacked.”

He fast-forwarded time to a point where he was standing in the flaming ruins of his village. ”I wanted to help ward him off, but I failed and our home was reduced to rubble.” A short man with a bushy beard and white robes marched up to Brandy, looking very angry. “Do you realize what you have done Bu'Ran'Doy, now we have to rebuild!” the man barked as many other equally upset villagers gathered behind him. “But Atomsk is gone, that's good right?” the taller man sheepishly replied before his fellow Pole People started throwing rocks at him. “I was exiled from my home that day, but then I found help.”

Fast forwarding a little bit more, an image of Brandy drawing a circle in the dirt surrounded by a set of eight makeshift candles. “Hey, this is just like when Gideon summoned....oh no.” Dipper realized. “Indeed Pine Tree, it was at this spot where I first met a being you might know as Bill Cipher.” the demon explained as they all watched him summon the three-sided terror.

“Egassem sdrawkcab. egassem sdrawkcab. Egassem sdrawkcab! Egassem sdrawkcab! Egassem sdrawkcab!” the younger Diamond Brandy chanted with his eyes glowing blue as a familiar shape began to form, manically laughing along the way until Bill Cipher appeared before him.

“Hey there pal, name's Bill! And I suppose you summoned me for your own goals?” the dream demon greeted Brandy. “Indeed I have oh Great Triangle God of Weirdness,” Brandy replied kneeling before him. “I seek revenge on my people for shunning me all my life for my lack of special powers.”

“You mean those Pole People? Yeah, I think I can help you with that.” Bill replied as he began scrolling through different types of magic. “Which one would you like? I got water, earth, fire, air, metal, blood, etc!” All of those sounded interesting to the young Pole Person, but one had caught his eye. “I would like fire please.” he answered. “Firestarter? That's pretty hard to master.” the triangular terror said as he turned back to Deh'Go with his hand covered in blue fire. “Now do we have a deal?”

“It's a deal.” the future destroyer replied as he shook the demon's hand. “Alright, Firestarter's all yours pal!” Bill exclaimed as he started to disappear. “And remember, THE MEANING OF LIFE IS A JOKE, I WILL RETURN HERE ONE DAY, HERE'S JOHNNY BYYYYYYEEEEEE!!!!!!!” Cipher had disappeared, leaving Buh'Ran'Doy with this paper rune as he cackled evilly. “Look out Cylindoria, I will return!”

“What I didn't realize was that a lone villager was spying on me and Bill.” And he was right, a villager with a prominent bald spot watched as Brandy laughed, fearing the worst for his people. “When he returned to the city of Cylindoria, he explained what he had saw to the high council and they decided to create a mask that would end my reign of terror. And the rest was history.”

With that, he fast-forwarded through the rest of his story, from the creation of the mask, him mastering his powers, the destruction of Cylindoria and being sealed by the last Pole Person, who turned out to be that same villager. “Now that we got my backstory out of the way, the mask please.” Brandy ordered, in which Ford complied handing it over. “Yes, ultimate power is mine!” He put it on and everything was silent. Then, beams of light burst out of his limbs as he felt his power growing.

Then everything went silent again as the mask crumbled into pieces and falling onto the pavement. “Thank you for your time mortal, I promise your planet will be left unharmed.” Diamond Brandy thanked Ford before summoning his sword and soaring into the sky while the shield disappeared.

“Hey dudes, we were wondering what happened to you.” Soos said with a concerned look on his face. “Yeah, while you were gone Haruko ran off with Canti because of some weird Pirate King stuff that isn't related to that pirate show Soos watches.” Wendy added. “We actually weren't gone, we were held captive by this crazy guy who wanted to kill us unless Ford handed over this mask he wanted!” Mabel exclaimed while Dipper gazed into the sky, wondering where Haruko had gone.

“Aw chin up kid, Haruko may be gone probably for good and the whole universe is in danger, but at least we got Mrs. Pell's Fishsticks!” Stan reassured his great-nephew which Ford blush. “Well that's a pretty funny story. I uh, ate them all.” he nervously confessed showing the empty box to his brother. “They tasted so good when they're raw!” Stan replied by punching him in the face.

Hello everyone, Ford here. Well this is it, the final chapter is almost here. I just want to say it's been a fun ride with you all and I really had a fun time, even if I nearly doomed us all. Join us next time for Fooly Falls chapter 6! Now go beyond, PLUS ULTRA!

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Hey! Your writing is amazing, I was wondering if you can do a Kbtbb fanfic of the guys cheating? Can you also have it in their POV? Please and thank you, you rock keep it up!

please don’t hate me anon TTnTTSo here’s the story: I suck at this, and although I think I have good ideas for the other guys I barely ended Eisuke’s, so I’m going to put this one here and if you like it I’ll write the others after my finals are over, cause they’re hellroutes under the cut

Warning for a slightly smut and a little angst

After a hard shift thanks to the IVC party, _____ returned to the suite she and her boyfriend shared, thinking that he and the other bidders were at the auction, unfortunately, she was dead wrong.

She closed the door and was about to enter the bedroom when a female moaning stopped her, _____ slightly opened the door just to see her fiancé being ride by a beautiful red head with his eyes closed while she was moaning her soul out, _____ gasped at the moment and a few tears went down her checks, she calmly turned around, put the engagement ring on the coffee table and walk away trying to make as little noise as possible.

As _____ was walking through the hotel’s hallways, she was trying to process the information that she had just learned, her mind was a mess, since when this was happening? Did the other bidders know? Did they lie to her as well? Could she trust anyone anymore?She knew she had to act different, to yell at him, to cry, to scare the bitch away, to do something, anything, instead, she just walked to her room in the dorms, in the most utter shock. She felt as if something has been taken away from her, for the first time in a while, she felt lost, in pain, she didn’t even remember to feel like that when she was sold at the auction, she didn’t know what to do, where to go, she didn’t want to see him again but at the same time she wanted to yell at him, to ask him an explanation but she knew she wasn’t brave enough. So, in all her confusion and shock, she felt asleep between her broken heart and tears of despair, she felt useless, and at the same time, she felt used; the last thing she thought before falling into a horrible land of nightmares was: what did I do wrong? Why did he stop loving me?

Eisuke POV (I kinda inspired on this song)

‘Disgusting’, I thought as I saw the woman that was riding me, for a moment there I forgot completely how I got involved in all this useless bunch of crap, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see someone that wasn’t _____ on top of me. ‘It’s just business’ I said to myself, remembering how the powerful underground businessman came to me with a proposal hard to ignore: connections with people that not even Soryu nor I knew about it, a large amount of money in properties and, most important, information about my father, in exchange of marry his daughter. Of course in that moment I refuse profusely, how could I marry someone else when I already had the perfect woman in all world: _____, I tried to make other arrangements, but his proposal was concrete, the only way I could get another deal was to talk to his daughter directly, who came to me a week later while I was working, she looked at me with her pair of cold and calculating green eyes, in the same way Ota evaluate fine pieces of art, when I asked what did she wanted she just said “you”, I could smirk even now remembering the ridiculous plan she had come with.

“Listen Ichinomiya, I know you have your precious and little girlfriend…”“Fiancé”- I remarked, she smirked back at me “Sure, whatever, I’m not going to step between you two, so… in exchange of what my father has, I request 10 million dollars….” –she made a pause, maybe to evaluate my expression, the first part was easy and didn’t require much sacrifice, I could recover that sum easily in an auction, it was what came next that surprised me- “and one night stand with you”“I have no intention to sell me to you, even for one night”- I said immediately afterward, she smiled “I knew you would said that, then I guess I can take my proposal to her” –she took pictures of _____ out of her pocket, the photos show her buying things, at work, even in the little kitchen of her dorms, it was obvious that they had been following her, and they must have been pretty damn good in their job for her not to notice even after I had been warning to stay alerted- “I bet that when she knows that we have information that could help you to know the truth about your family and that you might be in danger she won’t hesitate to do whatever we said” –‘bitch!’, my heartbeat grow faster cause I know she was right, _______ had already  been kidnapped for my sake twice, I couldn’t let anything happen to her“give me time to think about it”“Sorry but no Ichinomiya, I bet that if I leave right now you are going to find a way to put her on alert and to get away with what you want, but guess what Eisuke? Not this time, so right here, right now decide. Her body or yours, refuse and right now I’ll give the sign to proceed with her, accept and you can have a lovely evening with me, she’ll be okay and you’ll have the information you need”I curse myself for not having a backup plan to protect her, the same way I didn’t have one when she was sold to Hishikura. “Alright, you can have one night with me” – I said with bitterness, her eyes glow in response, she gave me her hand to shake, I reluctantly did it“A pleasure to do business with you Mr. Ichinomiya” –She squeezes tighter and whispers- “I hope as good as you are in business you are in bed… Eisuke”- she took her bag and started to leave, as she was reaching the door she said- “See you in the next IVC”.

Three hours before, the bitch had come to me in the middle of the IVC and demanded to go to my suite, she then proceeds to kiss me and to take my clothes out of me and then…I opened my eyes to see that she wasn’t done yet, ‘this is boring’ I thought, if I was going to be extorted at least I would have fun. I take her off me and put her in four to have my own pace, she was moaning all the same so I put my fingers in her mouth“shut up bitch”- I guess that turned her on cause she got tighter, I have to admit, it felt good, so I start to smack her and to do it rougher until we both came.

Next morning I order the money transfer to daddy’s pet bank account, it was a quiet and calm morning when the others arrived at the lounge; they were talking about the party and the auction of the last night, I was focusing on my own paperwork when Baba’s voice snaps me out of it“So boss… tell me, you didn’t appear at last night auction, did you get into some hot action with ____?”- I ignored him, the only person I had told the situation was Soryu since I had to ensure ____’ safety in case something went wrong, speaking of which…“I bet he takes advantage and left with that beautiful redhead” –Ota said with a smirk, I unintentionally frown at the memory- “bullseye?” “You wouldn’t do that to a lady as good as _____, right boss?” – Baba was getting on my nerves I swear“Shut up everyone”- I said as I took my cell phone and called Kenzaki, it was late and she hadn’t come to make me coffee or to clean the lounge-“Kenzaki? Where’s ______?”“Didn’t she tell you, sir?”- Kenzaki’s voice came through the phone“Tell me what?” “______ reported very sick this morning Sir”“Sick? With what?”“She didn’t say, but she asked for a few days for recovery sir”“I’ll call her and Kenzaki… bring me coffee”- I ended the phone call“Something wrong Eisuke?” –Soryu spoke for the first time in the morning, everybody else looked at me with curiosity“No yet”- it was strange, why ____ didn’t call me if she was feeling ill? I wasn’t possible that she…, I called her one, two even three times, she never stop answering my phone calls, so I started to think the worst- “Soryu, start looking into the surveillance cameras for _____, I’m going to her dorms” – I ordered as I was already walking“W-wait boss! What’s going on?”- Baba asked confused, but I didn’t have the time to answer that.

When I got to the employee’s dorms and to _____’s room, I knock at first softly, but as the minutes passed and she didn’t answer the door I grew impatient and used the master key, I opened the door and went inside, just to find everything in order, well… almost everything.The room was empty, all her stuff was… gone, which it didn’t make sense; I stayed there trying to think and to remember if she was planning to move somewhere or to go somewhere, my thoughts were interrupted by Baba´s voice.“So it is true… She is gone” –I turned to face him, he was in the doorway with Ota behind him, both looked with serious expressions “What do you want?”- I asked irritated and concerned as well “You didn’t answer your phone, so Soryu sent us to tell you that the found _____ in the tapes…”He didn’t have to say anything else, I walked as fast as I could without losing my head, I reached the lounge again, where Soryu was sitting in front the coffee table with his computer.“You need to see this” –That’s all he said. I sat next to him and look at the screen, he put play to the surveillance video, showing me ____ dragging a bunch of her bags and getting inside a cab and then she just… disappeared- “I had someone checking out her bank account, she took 500 dollars out, there are no signs of her after that” -  I stayed silent, why would she leave? maybe it was someone else’s doing? It wouldn’t be the first time, Soryu seem to read my mind because the next thing he said was: “you think that brat has something to do with this?”“maybe… Soryu, find out everything she has been doing since last night, if she or anyone on her command, even his ‘daddy’, had any contact whatsoever with _____ they’re going to pay”.The others insisted on knowing, to which I only said that it was someone who I had a troublesome business with, no that I gave a crap if they knew that I had sex with another woman, but I didn’t want them to try to get _____on their good side, since I knew they all had a crush on her.

Days passed, and, even with a mob boss, a thief, and a cop, I couldn’t find _____. The other kid had nothing to do with her and that made me feel a little bit relieved but other than that I didn’t have any other clues except for her engagement ring, which she had left on the coffee table of our suit, I was growing desperate by each passing second without her, I thought that nothing could be possibly worst… until the end of the week, when the doors of my office burst opened and when I turned to see who was the bastard, there she was, beautiful as always but with something different, her clothes were darker and she was wearing sunglasses despite the cloudy weather, I was going to give her a hug, a kiss and a piece of my mind for leaving me for a whole week without telling me and how worried sick I was when she gave me a paper.“What the hell is this?!”- I asked pretty pissed off “My resignation” –she said simply and plain“Your what?”- My mind got blank for a minute“I’m leaving Eisuke, I’m returning to Japan” –In that moment I wasn’t registering what she was saying, I just acted on instinct and ripped the paper that would take her away from me- “Mr. Kenzaki already has one, and he accepted it, I’m just giving you one out of formality, I’m leaving… goodbye Eisuke”Out of instinct, again, I grab her hand, a little bit more desperate than I initially intended.“Wait!, you can’t leave! We are engaged! We are going to get married and have a family! Or did you lied about that?!”- she showed me her naked left hand without looking at my face“I left my ring on the dinner table of your room”“our room” –I corrected, the ring was in my pocket, ready to return to the hand it belongs“Your room”- she said harshly- “Let me go”“Did anyone told you to do this? You know that I’m going to protect you and that my security is brilliant, nothing is going to happen to me so…”“I’m not leaving because of a threat, I’m leaving because it’s the best” –she made a pause, like if she was thinking her next words, which took me by surprise- “that way you can keep fooling around with other women and I don’t get hurt in the process” –I let her hand go out of shock“What?”“the redhead? In the last IVC? I mean you must remember! Surely you saw her face at least once while she was riding you!” –she said calmly, spitting the words as if they were venom to her. In that moment I understood everything, a wave of guilt and fear passed through my body“So you saw…”-She nodded slowly, for a moment I thought she was crying- “but babe, that was…. A business, to get information about my family and to protect you from..”“I don’t care, I don’t give a damn about your explanations, you are Eisuke Ichinomiya, surely you have the resources to get that information and to protect me without selling your body right?! Well, at least you don’t have to worry about the second thing because I’m not your problem anymore, so goodbye”“wait! At least give a chance to…”“let’s not do this any more difficult, don’t humiliate me anymore please?”“How can I even believe you if I can’t even see your eyes?”-She took her sunglasses off and then I understood, I believed her, I could see what kind of damage I have done: her eyes looked dead. The beautiful sparkle that used to be there and that I loved… was gone“Thank you… for everything, I really loved you, more than I thought I could possibly love someone else, these past days… were hell, I wanted to be with you but then I remembered and… well I guess I’m dry now, I don’t think you can harm me anymore, so let’s end this properly”- she gave me her hand to shake, HER HAND; I couldn’t control it and I hugged her, she got tense, but she didn’t cry, I let her go after a painful minute, she looked at me and before turning around to leave she said- “Goodbye… Ichinomiya”Those two words destroyed me, what was the point of having everything if I lost the woman of my dreams, I sat on my couch, I couldn’t cry but I was in a state of despair, hours passed and I got distracted only by the sound of my window getting open“Can’t you just enter like a normal person Baba?” –I asked the man with the fedora“She was in a hotel in the outsides of the city”“You knew”“She needed a friend, she told me what she saw, I dig a little and I told her about your deal but she didn’t care, she was broken”-I let those words to sink deep into me ‘I broke her’- “nothing happen between us if that’s what you think”“I don’t care about that, now get out, I need to work” “But boss…”“Get out”- I repeated“Aren’t you going to fight for her?, Eisuke! You love her! Why would you let go the one person who took out the best out of you?” –He sounded dead serious, more than I’ve ever heard him“Because… I hurt her, I took a very important part of her… how can I even… I do love her, but I don’t want to hurt her again… at least she is going to be safe now, far from all this shit. Now leave, I have work to do, I need to get my mind on something”-Baba walked to the door and before he left a painful thought to strike my heart- “Tell… tell Kenzaki to bring coffee, is going to be a long night”.

Soryu POV (I was actually thinking of this song)

I hated it, every moment, every movement, how gross her strong perfume smelled, I closed my eyes, wanting her to end that, while that hideous woman was having her fun I just thought of ______, I yearn her heat, her moans, the softness of her body, but I couldn’t do anything about my current situation, since this was, my very well deserve punishment.I screwed up, and my men were trapped by a rival gang, by the time I found out about the failed plan it had been enough time to torture them or to do something even worse, so, naturally I ordered Samejima to put me in contact with their leader, we settle down a date and place to meet and I went then to negotiate but..“Why should we let them go? The ice dragons are our enemies after all”“Surely you must want something in exchange…” –I said trying to figure out this man’s intentions“ Hmm not really…”- The man who was in charge of the organization looked like he had Rahman’s age and taste in fashion, but he looked way more twisted than him; he thought for a moment and then continued- “what should we do?.... just torture or kill them won’t do…” –He looked at me knowingly, with a grin almost taking form in his face- “Tell me Soryu Oh… What’s the thing you hate the most?”- I clench my fist knowing where this was going“Women” –I said, although thanks to _____ I was becoming more tolerant towards them, I still hate the simple and fake women that surrounded the other bidders“And yet you have a fiancé…”-His eyebrow raised a little in disbelief. “She is different, and don’t you dare to lay hand on her, or else next time I come it won’t be to negotiate but to kill you” –I warned him in a deathly tone, wich I think he got, cause he low his head and raise both of his hands“Calm down, I don’t want to get civilians in this, not really my style… but for your punishment… Since you hate women so deeply… you are going to get my second daughter pregnant”“What…?”-I couldn’t believe what I was hearing“My daughter doesn’t want to get married, so I told her that she only had to give me a grandson to be the heir and she could be free, and what kind of genes are better than yours? Besides, since you hate women so much it would be the perfect punishment and way to get what I want… or I could just go on straight ahead to kill your subordinates that trespassed…”I clenched my teeth, I had to protect my men, even if that meant to lose my dignity and to betray ______

After the woman left I took at least 3 showers, and yet I felt that her stinky smell wasn’t fading, I was feeling the urge to see my beloved _______, so I got out and put my normal casual clothes and kept my hair down, I knew it was late and she would probably be tired or sleeping already… but I needed her so much… I was heading towards the door when something caught my eye: her engagement ring. What was doing here? Did she take it off for the IVC? No, but it was the case she would have kept it with her to put it afterward, it isn’t like her to just leave it here, unless…The worst case scenario cross through my mind, she saw me… with that nasty girl, and as much as I hate to admit it, I don’t have any excuse to what she might saw. I hold my head, feeling the anxiety running through me, I needed to find her, to fix things up before it was too late.

I run as fast as I could to reach the employee's dorms when I got to her’s I made a pause… what was I’m going to tell her anyway?... no, anything was better than to just shut up and to let us break apart, so I gather my courage and my mob pride and knocked.“________? It’s me, can we talk?”“Soryu? What are you doing here? Go away!” –I recognized her upset tone of voice, but I couldn’t fulfill her request“______ please let me in, we need to talk”“I have nothing to talk with you”“Please, I need to explain…”“I don’t want your pathetic excuses and lies! Now go away, leave me alone!”-her voice cracked, letting me know that she was crying“please… please…”- my tone of despair surprised even me, but I was feeling quite desperate- “I don’t want to lose you..”   “Too late… you should’ve thought that before”“You think I like that woman?! You more than anyone knows how much I hate her kind, selfish, reeking of perfume, empty… but I had no other choice! This… this all my fault… If I hadn’t screwed up… my men wouldn’t have been in danger and then… I… I…”- my voice was falling, even when I raised it before, I was letting my feelings to get in the way, I knew that was bad for a mob boss like myself, but I couldn’t control it, reason was out of the window when she was involved, I only prayed for her to believe me and for my subordinates to never see me like this.She didn’t speak after that, neither did she opened the door, I just stayed there, against the physical wall that was separating us, at some point, the desperation, fear, stress, and tiredness got the best of me and I drift off to a land of nightmares, in which ______ left me behind and I was trying desperately to reach her without accomplishing it, leaving me alone and miserable.

“Ryu… Soryu…” –the sound of her voice woke me up, the first thing that came to my mind was that my head and body ached, it was confusing, why I was on the floor outside her dorm, then it hit me.“_______!” –I could see her puffy and red eyes, probably for crying all night ‘this is all my fault’- “I….”“Don’t say anything, come in, I don’t want my coworkers see you laying here so early in the morning, I don’t want them to make the wrong idea” –She said with a slightly cold voice, I looked around,  truth is… I had been reckless doing such a show in the employees dorms, so I just followed her lead into her room, she closed the door after me and then put distance between us; her arms were crossed and she was directing her back towards me, clearly she didn’t want to even look at me, it hurt, but I knew I deserved that. She let out a sigh- “What you did is unforgivable, so I’ll just hear you out, it won’t change my mind though, you have one minute to say whatever you want… after that please get out.”“_______...”“50 seconds” –I sighed, it was better than nothing, so I started to tell her everything, from how I screwed up the original plan wanting it to make it quicker, to how my men were caught and tortured and how that bastard wanted to kill them unless I gave him an heir, I even told her my suspicions that he knew about me from long time ago… because no normal man would oppose to have sex for free with a girl, so he did know about my hatred towards women and used it against me, I told her how that rotten brat mocked me, drug me so I could get an erection, and generally how much I wanted to kill her… And she listened, my beloved mob princess listened to me to the very end. – “So you chose your men over me…” –she signed again, but this time she turned around and looked at me in the eye, she looked beautiful, with a softer expression, I knew she believed me… though it didn’t mean she would forgive me.- “Actually… I’m not surprised about it, you have done it before, and I can’t expect to be different”“I’m sorry” –That was all I could say because she was right.  _____ looked at me dead serious“I can’t forgive Soryu, I can’t forget either… and even if I could, I know you’ll do anything for your men and I can’t make you chose between them or me but I don’t want to live like this… doubting you, with the fear that this might happen again...”“but if we get married…”“I can’t” –She raised her voice, changing her expression again, now she looked hurt and a bit disgusted, to be honest – “right now I can’t even see you without seeing that woman’s back” –she closed her eyes strongly and turned her head down- “I can’t do it Soryu… I can’t be with you now” –_____ whispered in a sad tone, I, on the other hand, saw a hopeful light“Now… but can you be with me again after some time passes?”“What?”“If time goes by… do you think we can put all this behind us ad be together once more?” – I asked, feeling the hope creeping through my heart“That’s… that’s not how this works Soryu… I can’t… trust you anymore, and… honestly? After this, I don’t think I can’t wait for you any longer”“I know… but what if we start all over again? I promise I’ll do anything to regain your trust a-and I’ll become a boss and man that won’t be used like this again, a man who’ll be able to protect his men and be loyal to you… and you wouldn’t have to wait because while all that happens, I’ll be there for you, making you fall for me all over again…”She looked at me unsure, but I knew she was considering, because she knew that I love her just as much as she loves me, and what’s more, she does believe me that I would never have betrayed  her confidence if it wasn’t for something serious; it passed a minute or so when she relaxed a little“I… can’t guarantee anything… since I'll always have that image haunting me, I’m neither happy or sure about it, but…you are right on something, so I’ll go with what you say for now… From now on… we are total strangers”.And that was all I needed to keep moving forward… a chance to start over… my only opportunity to win back the woman I loved more than anything in the world.