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What if Carlisle's chsrisma (asumin thst is his gift, following this blog lore) went overboard during Breaking dawn (once the Volturi show up), and everyone fell in love with him as they did with Bella in a previous glorious ask?
The blog lore Carlisle Cullen gift. The time the entire universe fell in love with Bella Swan.
You know the sequel's rarely as good as the original, yes?
Well, let's give it a go.
The Trial Gets Weird
Carlisle's very nervous, more nervous than he's ever been in his life. It very much appears that the Volturi have come to kill them, have now brought an army to take out not only his family but all of Carlisle's friends who are risking their lives to stand with them, with Alec and Jane's gift should they decide it... everyone will be certain to die and Bella will only be able to protect herself and maybe one other.
Bella hopes Renesmee will escape, but it's more likely that she and Jacob will be caught immediately, and they'll die horrifically.
If there's a time for Carlisle's gift to decide on a sudden sharingan style stress induced upgrade, it's now.
However, Carlisle doesn't know that.
What he does know is suddenly no one's talking.
They're all just standing there.
Caius looked like he was about to set Irina on fire, he's stopped somehow in the middle of that (oddly enough, Irina has stopped protesting as well, seeming to have forgotten she was two seconds from being burned alive).
Carlisle slowly realizes that everyone's looking at him.
It takes him a moment to realize it's because he's the Cullen patriarch, and that as he's responsible for the coven, they're probably expecting him to speak even though Edward's Renesmee's father.
Right.
"Well, as you can see, Renesmee is not an immortal child and we have dozens of witnesses who can attest to the lack of danger she presents."
They're all still staring.
Even Edward is staring at him dumbly.
(Carlisle wonders if he accidentally said something very stupid.)
He blathers, "Despite her remarkable growth, Renesmee consumes as much blood as the average vampire, and seems to be able to thrive on animal blood as well as the rest of us. She has never once drunk human blood and is incredibly controlled for even an average vampire, let alone an actual baby who is three months old."
Still nothing.
"So, we have not broken the law but simply discovered... a new... species..."
Carlisle trails off as he doesn't want to get into how, exactly, they managed that.
Everyone's still staring.
Eventually, Carlisle blurts, "Are we found innocent?"
That startles Aro (the quickest to get over this as he was already basically at the level of in love he was with Carlisle already, he just momentarily forgot/found it very difficult to kill him).
"Uh, I need more evidence," Aro says, and then notices the oddly betrayed looks that the entire crowd is giving him. The entire crowd including--are Marcus and Caius glaring at him?
Oh right, because Caius wants Aro to kill everybody, yes, that explains that, until Caius opens his mouth to order the entire Cullen back to Volterra under house arrest so they can watch the little monstrosity grow.
Aro is... very surprised.
It's what he was going to suggest. Well, not the entire family, that's ridiculous, but he'd take the baby at the very least and whoever else would come along so long as they didn't throw a fit.
That Caius is suggesting it is--
Oh, Caius is going to murder them all as soon as they get back, yes, of course, classic Caius.
(Still a bit odd for him, underhanded, when he could suggest they just kill everyone here which was what Aro had expected from him.)
"Yes, we should do that," Aro says lamely now that Caius has stolen his thunder.
Edward immediately protest, as does--everyone else. Including the Romanians. Now, what's odd isn't that they're protesting, but that they seem to be suggesting that Carlisle (and whoever else he wants, whatever) should come live with them.
Suddenly everyone's protesting the idea of the Cullens going to Volterra.
"I'm not saying they're guilty," Aro hedges, "Just that I want to--"
HOW DARE YOU TAKE THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN AWAY WITH YOU!
(Carlisle is getting increasingly embarrassed by this. He wishes everyone would stop, just stop.)
Aro's also very confused. Now, if he were in their position he'd say the exact same thing, but everybody can't be in love with Carlisle, that's just silly.
(Bella, likely immune, is also very confused and a little put out as this was supposed to be about Renesmee. She's trying to feel relieved that everyone, including the Volturi, has gotten waylaid by Carlisle.)
Aro meanwhile touches Marcus's hand and oh dear god, they actually are all in love with Carlisle, even Marcus is, what the fuck?
Bella, however, has decided she's actually angry about this. She spent all this time worrying and they don't even care about Renesmee. Instead Carlisle's just standing there, uselessly, and watching everyone bicker over who he should live with. In Aro's distraction, throws Carlisle under the bus.
"Well, if everyone wants Carlisle so badly, why doesn't he just go to Volterra."
(Edward is horribly betrayed by this idea and looks at his wife in disbelieving horror, as does everyone else who's in love with Carlisle.)
Bella thinks this is a great idea, though. Carlisle's an adult, grown, man, he'll be fine where Renesmee's just a baby. He can go to Volterra for a while, he lived there before and seemed to like it, and the rest of the Cullens can write him letters.
Just as long as Bella, Edward, and Renesmee are not in Volterra.
The trial quickly argues back into taking Carlisle and Renesmee (as just because they're in love with Carlisle does not mean anyone's actually forgotten about Renesmee) while Carlisle tries to come to terms with Bella trying to sell him out with 0 prompting.
This continues until Nahuel shows up at which point Aro with relief can say case closed. He wants to shuffle off screen but... no one else is leaving.
Everyone ends up crashing at the Cullens, waiting for Carlisle to move out with whoever.
So, coming to Ireland, Carlisle?
It's very awkward as the Volturi really aren't welcome but... they're not leaving...
(Carlisle suddenly wants to move out to the wilderness and never see anyone again.)
Eventually, the Cullens have to leave Forks as even with hunting on the sly, the sheer number of vampires is just too noticeable, and they move to the wilderness where the Cullens are miserable and Carlisle is pestered by absolutely everyone to come live with them and uh get off this weird diet.
(Beautifully, despite the gift upgrade, no one wants to do the diet.)
#twilight#twilight meta#twilight headcanon#twilight renaissance#carlisle cullen#aro#aro/carlisle#meta#headcanon#opinion
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12 Days of Writers Self-Love - Day Three
Day 3 of @writeblrfantasy event! The prompt is repulsed and I’m using a snippet from The Fairy. Once again it does not directly involve the prompt, but does through implication.
It's one of the main characters earliest experiences with dark magic. Dark magic and light magic, as well as the people who use them, are incompatible and naturally dislike one another.
Irina clutched the strap of the satchel and swallowed. The siblings were surrounded by power, power like what she’d felt in the forest, but wrong. It was dark and unwholesome, this thing that twisted and twined around them like snakes. There was nothing there when she looked, but Irina could see it from the corner of her eye. She took a step back. “Only want my deer back,” Irina said. “I told you. If I get her I’ll leave, leave and not come back, god’s oath on it.”
The brother looked down and frowned. “You said she was pestering you. You stole a deer?”
“Rothe!” the girl whined. She clung to her brother’s arm, but she glared at Irina as she did so. “I need her more than you! Something alive to fix it. It’s more broken with you here!” She gestured towards the edge of the trees with her head. “Look what she did to my forest Rothe. You said you’d help me. You promised!”
The boy, Rothe, and Irina both looked at the trees around the glade. The bark looked different than before, darker overall, but with bits of white appearing around the edges, as if the trees had been singed by fire.
Rothe looked back at Irina. “How many deer you got?” he asked her.
Irina forced herself to meet his eyes. “Without Sunshine, the herd’s eleven.”
He whistled. “Eleven’s a lot.”
“Not enough, not to pay for taxes and for food and deer for next year.”
Rothe shrugged. “You got a house? You got land?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Know what we’ve got?”
Irina said nothing.
“Ain’t got a thing. Stealin’s wrong, I know it, but so’s having, and not sharing. Stop pestering my kid sister over one lousy deer.”
He walked forward and Irina scrambled backwards. Her foot caught in the tall grass and she stumbled.
Rothe reached out on instinct to catch her, and grabbed ahold of her arm.
The feeling of wrongness was even worse up close. “Let go!” She tried to pull away.
The same feeling from before rose up and the lantern in her hand flared again, though not as brightly as before. This time the heat concentrated on where he was holding her arm. There was nothing there but skin and clothe, but it burned like a branding iron.
“Ow!” Rothe dropped her arm and shook his hand to cool it.
Over and over as a child, Irina had been scolded for fighting. She didn’t think anyone would scold her now. While he was distracted she kicked his legs. Rothe stumbled backwards and fell. Irina turned and ran.
She didn’t make it far.
He tackled her from behind, sending them both crashing into the ground. Irina tried to wriggle out from under him. He snarled at her, actually bared his teeth and snarled like a wolf. “Why you have to be like that?” he asked. “I was gonna make you leave but now I see that’s not enough.” He sat on her legs and raised an arm as if to strike her. But it wasn’t physical force he used, it was that strange aura around him. It was magic.
Something cold and slimy rose out of the ground and swarmed her, biting and scratching like rats. Irina saw nothing clearly but she felt the weight of them holding her down, felt each time something broke her skin and made her bleed, felt the cold sinking into her bones, as if to leech all the heat from her body.
The candle flame guttered and went out.
“No!” Irina thrashed. No matter how she fought, she could neither budge him nor make any contact with the magic he used against her.
The little girl laughed. “Give up. No one’s stronger than my big brother.”
Rothe nodded in agreement with his sister’s words and smiled down at Irina. “You’re strong too, but it don’t mean a thing if you can’t use it proper. Too bad. Might could have been a mage someday. Not anymore.”
The boy leaned forward and placed his hand against her forehead. Irina’s vision began to swim, and then dim. She blinked to clear it, but nothing changed. Cold and exhaustion pulled at her bones.
The last thing she saw was Rothe’s eyes glowing red. The last thing she heard was a whispered, “Sleep tight now.”
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Alias l Irina & Sark l Lit Me Up
It lit me up like a torch on a pitch black night Like an ember in the needles of a dried out pine
#aliasedit#alias#irina derevko#julian sark#lena olin#david anders#userthing#irina x sark#isplus#myedit#videos#irina as the fire that burned him alive#and all that's left is a shell of a person who thinks he's BETTER because of it. he's GRATEFUL for it.#after s2 he only wants her to do it again. make him new again.#not to quote cw's nikita but he thinks of it as a gift. what she gave him. and wouldn't have it any other way.#believes he's good for one thing only and always will be.#he will never be able to break the cycle#and i love it so much :))) sark as a tragic figure my beloved :)))
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Hello Sorrow [Chapter Four] Out of the Pan and Into the Fire [Karl Heisenberg]
Tag List: @unlikelyllamanerd
It all happened so fast.
The monster lunged, but the sharp point of the auger missed her as Irina slammed her back against the door in a poor attempt to evade it. The force in which it took to strike her temporarily knocked the blundering creature unsteady, giving her a chance to unlock the door and make an escape. However, the monster swung its arm, catching her in the side with its potent backswing.
The sharp rotating drill tore through her overcoat like tissue paper, slicing into her skin with a maddening screech. Irina cried out in pain – the worst she had ever felt – and lurched away from it, losing her balance and falling onto her stomach with a stifled oomph. Quickly and driven by curiosity, she rolled onto her back despite the burning pain in her side, just at it emerged from the room, staggering with every lethargic step.
Had it been human once? Perhaps, Irina thought. It looked more like a machine to her; headgear over its cranium and a red glowing reactor on its brawny chest. Perhaps … but not anymore. The only semblance to a human it had remaining was its figure and most of this was covered in thermoplastic hoses and wound tubing.
What was this thing?
As it trudged closer, Irina scooted back on her elbows, incapable of taking her frightened eyes off it. The blood covered auger fused to its arm span slower as pieces of her torn coat jammed the drill, looking no less intimidating to her. It shifted its head around, teeth chattering as it searched for her. Irina wondered if the monster wasn’t able to see with the headgear on – she was near it and yet it hadn’t attacked her. Easing back, she held her breath and gripped the chain of her shackles in her shaking hands, so not to alert it.
There was a staircase on the opposite side of the furnace; maybe she could make it over to them. Irina scooted her tired body across the grimy concrete floor, keen eyes glued to the monster. Closer and closer she moved, not realizing until it was too late that she backed into the leg of a workbench. It scared her so much, Irina let out a gasp.
The monster heard.
It turned in her direction; its mouth peeling back into a lipless snarl and lunged. Irina got back onto her feet, attempting to flee, well aware that she couldn’t evade its attack a second time, being too slow to react. Her breath caught in her throat.
But a sudden thunderous bang pierced her ears.
She reached the stairs and turned, seeing the monster twitching in a gruesome heap on the floor with Heisenberg looming over it. The helical face of his sledgehammer was covered in blood and slivers of bone.
Why did he kill it?
“Damn idiot,” the man sneered, knocking brain matter from his boot.
Heisenberg glanced at her, panting and holding her injured side in pain. She was backing up the stairs, eyes wide in fear. “It made a liar out of me. Shame I had to destroy it; moron was hard to make.”
She wanted to remind him of the fact that he lied to her about the time limit, but opted not to.
“I don’t know how it got off its leash.”
Where these the pets he spoke of?
Irina gave him a heated look. He was a lunatic.
“Come on now. Don’t be a prude.” Heisenberg hummed and brought up his hand. “Tell you what … I’ll give you a present; something to help you.”
He reached into his pants pocket and took out a key, tossing it near her at the base of the stairs.
Irina gave him a suspicious look.
“Go on and take it,” he ordered.
She eased onto her knees and picked it up.
“Why are––
“Shut your hole and listen to what I have to say.”
She winced in fear at his outburst.
Heisenberg pointed his finger. “Look at the key.”
Irina did.
It was small, made of metal, and had a horse and horseshoe etched into the bow.
“See that crest; it represents my house and goes to a specific door on B1,” he explained.
Irina was confused. Was this another one of his games?
“Understand?”
She really didn’t.
“Can this open the entrance doors?”
He grinned. “Afraid not.”
There’s no guarantee, she though as she stared at the key.
“Then I can’t take it,” Irina declared, tossing his key onto the ground.
She was aware that her decision was foolish, but she couldn’t trust him. The hope he gave her hurt. She wanted to believe that he was giving her a chance, but somehow, she knew better. Tears stung her heated eyes.
“How can you be so heartless?”
Heisenberg snorted. Opening his hand, the key lifted; the atmosphere seemed to thin and crack as scraps of metal hovered in the air.
How was he doing this? Irina stared in fear; the shackles bit into her skin, pulling so hard she feared her wrists would break.
“Are you sure?”
She was.
“I am,” she said with a nod.
Heisenberg grinned. “As you wish.”
Pointing his finger, the scrap lunged and slammed into the wall around her with a deafening crack. Irina screamed in horror and covered her face. Her clothes were cut to ribbons; metal splinters bit her skin. It stung so bad; an indescribable pain. She imagined it was like being tore apart in a hurricane.
Once the barrage ceased, she was surprised to be alive. Irina sunk to her knees, tears pouring down her face.
She heard Heisenberg laugh, sounding much closer than before.
“You’re not done yet, are you? Where did all that spunk go?”
She dug her nails into her skin. Done? What kind of fucked up game was this? Uncovering her face, Irina glared at him. He was standing at the furnace, grinning at her.
“Stop messing with me. Fucking kill me if you’re going to,” she barked.
Again, Heisenberg laughed. “Patience, darling. You may prove to be of some use to me.”
Lifting his finger, the air thinned and the shackles tugged at her blood-stained arms. Irina groaned in pain and stood, being forced to go to Heisenberg. Every step was excruciating. Her head was heavy; eyes sore and blurred.
Was she bleeding out?
Falling onto her knees, her arms remained suspended by means of the cuffs. Her head hung in exhaustion.
“I can’t … let me die.”
Heisenberg tsked and yanked Irina to her feet.
“Am I gonna have to carry you?”
She didn’t answer.
He tossed her over his arm with ease; her cut up slender body was slack, bleeding through both his shirts.
“Have you gone and died on me?”
Again, Irina didn’t answer.
Before darkness consumed her, she had a though.
Why did the Duke put her on this path?
If she ever saw him again, she would ask.
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Golden Eyes - Paul Lahote x Reader
A/N: I thought of this last night when I had trouble sleeping. Can’t wait for you all to hate me, but I thoroughly enjoy it and encourage you to read until the end. It’s kinda a sad one folks, but I give to you a soft Paul
Paul and I sat in the meadow as we had grown accustomed to. He had found it on patrol a few months ago, so now we come here as often as possible, now that the threats of impending vampiric doom was dwelling since Bella and Edward got married a few days ago. It was time for everyone to breathe for what felt like the first time in forever.
I inhaled the fresh scent of teakwood cologne on Paul’s chest. My head rested on his bicep as we laid down. Simply enjoying the company of one another, laughing at each other’s stupid jokes, and giggling whenever he whispers yet another sweet nothing into my ear.
The light shone on us almost magically, it almost felt surreal. I felt the warmth from the sun’s rays shining on my skin, pairing with Paul to make the almost chilly day bearable.
The deep rumbling of his chest sent waves of happiness throughout my body, his laugh was the air I needed to breathe. Paul really made me feel things I never knew were possible.
Suddenly, the air grew quiet. The sounds of nature came to a halt. We no longer heard the sounds of birds nor the rustling of the wind. Paul’s chest tightened and he inhaled deeply. His large body turned over onto mine, crushing me into the ground.
“Paul?” I asked, voice trembling.
“Shhh.”
He looks around, trying to find the source of whatever killed our blissful moment. Though that only lasted a few seconds before I heard his voice once again.
“What’re you doing here, Irina?” Paul asks, letting himself get off of my chest.
I turn and see the woman I recognized from Bella’s wedding. She stared daggers at us all night.
I looked into her golden eyes, and I saw nothing but pure disdain. She was not happy to see us.
“I came to apologize to Carlisle for my behavior at the wedding.” She smirks, looking over at me.
“Well, you’re about fifteen miles away from their house.” Paul says, growing more uneasy by the minute.
He stood in front of me, I began to stand myself but my legs were trembling with fear.
She wouldn’t be stopping to see us for any good reason. She might’ve actually came to apologize to Carlisle, but smelling us out here might’ve presented too good of an opportunity for her.
“You killed him.” She scoffs, her golden eyes burning holes into Paul.
I knew Paul wasn’t trying to escalate the situation, as he was trying to avoid more conflict and was hoping she would just leave. But it was after then he knew that he had to phase.
“He tried to kill Bella.” Paul reminds her.
I latched onto his bicep in fear.
“He wanted to be like us!” She yells, beginning to walk closer.
“Move back.” Paul whispers, shoving me backwards.
His body bursts into one of a large grey wolf, snarling. He backs up closer to me, protectively standing in front of my trembling frame.
“Cute.” Irina scoffs.
Before I could even blink, she was running at us. Thankfully Paul was able to actually see her as he met her in the middle. He threw her into a nearby tree, snapping it in half. Paul runs over to where she landed, hoping to just destroy her.
“Where the hell are the rest of them?” I mumble under my breath, panic fully setting in. I tore my eyes from Paul and Irina and look into the tree line, hoping to see the rest of the pack.
Irina was a seasoned vampire, she knew what she was doing. I had all my faith in Paul, but I worried for his safety greatly.
A loud wine caused my blood to run cold. It was Paul. Irina had crushed his ribs.
“Paul!” I scream, almost running over, but I couldn’t bring myself to run-- it was like my legs were made of concrete.
It was then that my eyes almost bulged from my skull. I watched as she grabbed him from the neck, killing him instantly. I watched as his lifeless body slumped to the ground, his eyes rolling.
“I’ll protect you until my dying breath.” The memory of Paul’s voice rang through my head, echoing around the walls of my skull. He meant those words more than anyone else would ever have.
I immediately fell to my knees, screaming but nothing came out. I tried to run over, but I couldn’t get up from my collapsed state. I was stuck to look into the love of my life’s dead eyes.
Until she stalked over to me, far too slowly. She grabbed me by the throat, lifting me off the ground with an enormous smile on her face.
I watched as the rest of the pack charged out of the treeline, though it wasn’t before she bit me.
I fell to the ground as Irina was grabbed by Sam and Jacob-- being destroyed.
I was flailing on the ground, convulsing as the venom surged through my body. It felt like there was no longer blood traveling through my veins-- it felt like fire, like corrosive acid. I was looking around, screaming-- trying to get up and run to Paul. But I couldn’t, my eyes simply just faded to black-- ignoring the signals my brain was attempting to send to them. Suddenly, I was void of all sight and sound.
Suddenly, I hear my screaming again and I’m sweating profusely. Anxiety coursing through my veins.
“(Y/N), wake up. Please.” Paul begs, gently shaking me awake.
My eyes shoot open and see a worried Paul leaning over me, clutching onto me for dear life. I immediately grab him, pulling him into me.
“(Y/N), you had a nightmare. You’re okay, I’m here. I’m here, baby.” He whispers, raking his fingers through my hair as he held me close.
He picks me up, placing me in his lap, shushing me as I sobbed into his chest.
“I got you, baby. I’m here. It was just a nightmare. It’s okay.” His raspy voice soothes.
“P-Paul.” I choke on my sobs.
“Shhhh, talk about it when you calm down.” His warm hand rubbing circles on my back, my head on his chest.
Hearing his heart beat was the best thing I had ever heard. I was so grateful to hear it, to feel his chest warm. To see him alive.
We sat there for a few minutes, waiting until my uncontrollable sobs turned into slight sniffles.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He whispers into my ear.
I nod, pulling away to look at him. I felt that it was better to tell him, afraid this dream was an omen of sorts. Maybe to consult with Alice.
“I’m just so happy to see you.” I press my forehead onto his.
His warm hands stayed on my waist, his eyes never tearing away from mine, patiently waiting for me to tell him about my nightmare.
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A/N: yeah sorry I love you guys tho, don’t kill me lmaooooo I just wanted a little bit of a angsty thing, I wanted a shocker. I wanted to scare some of ya. Please lemme know if you enjoyed or not. Including a very soft Paul.
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Killing Eve: Episode Analysis
*SPOILERS*
Season 3, Episode 4 - Still Got It
This episode is different to all the other episodes of this season, as well as the whole series, as it is not structured chronologically, but it’s order goes through each character’s separate timeline instead.
We begin with Niko who is starting his new life in Poland, as a bread delivery man. Just like Villanelle does, it’s apparent that Niko also has a type, as when he’s in a bar he looks interestedly at a woman with the same voluminous, curly hair that Eve has.
When we get to Eve’s storyline, we see her in the Bitter Pill office. She’s getting ready for work after spending the night there, after Villanelle broke into her apartment and left the pink teddy bear with the voice recording in it.
When Eve is brushing her teeth, the camera specifically pans onto her toiletry bag as she puts her toothbrush back in it. Our attention is being drawn to this, in connection to S2E6. In S2E6 when Villanelle broke into Eve’s house to mess with her things, she brushed her teeth with Eve’s toothbrush and puts the toothbrush back into the same toiletry bag that we see Eve using in this scene; so we can see that Eve is still using the same toothbrush from that episode - Villanelle still manages to pop-up unexpectedly in Eve’s life, even though she is trying to forget about her.
When the bus birthday cake from Villanelle arrives at the Bitter Pill office, Eve knows it’s from Villanelle and she touches her neck. She touches her neck in exactly the same way as this in S2E5, when the white roses spelling Eve’s name arrives on her doorstep. Eve repeating the same action, immediately after receiving another gift from Villanelle, shows us how just like in S2E5, Eve is feeling flattered by the attention and knowing that Villanelle is thinking about and paying attention to her.
A song starts playing over this scene of Eve receiving the cake, which doesn’t look like it’s been released yet, but we can assume it’s by Unloved. The lyrics that can be heard are:
“I once had a love,
Or did Love have me?
It set me free,
It set me free”
The lyrics represent Eve’s inner turmoil in regard to her feelings for Villanelle. She can’t decide if Villanelle was once her “Love” or if Villanelle “had” her (if she only belonged to Villanelle) - she can’t decide if the feelings she had/has are her own, and what she really wants, or if she is powerless to Love’s control over her.
This struggle to determine her love and her feeling’s over Villanelle is what causes Eve to have the same reaction to the bus cake that she had with the teddy bear recording. With the recording she is angry with it at first, but then she changes her mind and holds it up to her ear to repeatedly listen to Villanelle’s voice. Similarly to the recording she feels both happy and angry when she receives the cake. She first puts her hands to her neck (which shows us she’s flattered), then proceeds to throw the cake off the building in anger, but then almost immediately after she’s let go of the cake she yelps in distress, suddenly regretting what she’s done.
Another interesting thing to note is that no-one else acknowledges or is even aware that it’s Eve’s birthday, except for Villanelle. It’s highlighting how Eve is isolated in her life and now has no-one left who knows her so well or cares about her as much, except for Villanelle.
Regarding the story that Konstantin gives in S3E8, about what happened with him and Kenny, we can see that the story doesn’t add up. The wall around the roof of the building, which Eve throws the cake from and which Kenny supposedly “got scared” and accident fell off, is way to high for this to have happened.
[Unrelated but in the same vein, is that in this scene we can see that there are two chairs on the rooftop, one of which Eve put the cake on and the other has been knocked over. We know from Bear’s video footage from S3E8, that Kenny and Konstantin seemed to be alone before Kenny died. So it looks like perhaps the two of them were sat talking on the roof (Konstantin might have been interrogation Kenny about what he knew) and then maybe Konstantin pulled Kenny off his chair and was holding him at the wall around the rooftop to threaten him and then that’s possibly when he accidentally fell off - just a speculation.]
After Jamie told Eve to stay at his house, we see Eve lying in bed holding up one of Jamie’s child’s teddy bears. She holds the bear up above her face and asks it “what do you want from me?”. Eve is clearly speaking to the bear in lieu of Villanelle, she is recreating their encounter on the bus when Villanelle was face to face with her.
When we get to Villanelle’s portion of the episode, we see her dancing in her Barcelona apartment while she’s trying to make a birthday cake for Eve. Dancing is a big theme in Season 3. We only see Villanelle dancing comfortably twice, once in this scene and the second time is in the tea dance scene from S3E8. In the dancing in this episode, Villanelle is on her own but she’s thinking about Eve and the encounter they just had on the bus. In the tea dance scene Villanelle is also dancing with Eve.
In this Season they use dancing as a symbol of happiness and comfort, and more specifically having these things with other people or another person - dancing is a two person activity, an intimate activity and also something that people aren’t willing to do if they don’t feel completely comfortable.
The previous times Villanelle tried to dance, was at her wedding with Maria in S3E1 and with her family in S3E5, people who you ordinarily should be able to feel comfortable with. So Villanelle only being able to dance when she’s either thinking about or is physically with Eve, shows how she’s never as truly comfortable or vulnerable as when she’s with Eve - also stressing the point that they’re soulmates, which is another theme in Season 3.
This is also the first time that we see Villanelle listening to music through headphones, and she continues to do this in the next episode, S3E5. As she starts to listen to music after her kiss with Eve on the bus, and when she’s making Eve’s birthday cake, we can see that it’s from Eve and the rejuvenation of their relationship that she starts to do this.
Although Villanelle has found out from Dasha that she is being given her promotion, while she is out shopping she still pauses to look longingly at two women shopping together. Even though she has everything she was always aiming to get (money, status, a nice flat, a fun job) and is going up in the world in her professional career, she still can’t help but feel that there’s something missing in her life, she still doesn’t have that “someone to watch movies with” that she told Eve she wanted in S1E8.
As Villanelle is out shopping, the song ‘Satan Is His Name’ by Holly Golightly starts to play. The lyrics are:
“Satan is a name he goes by,
He got a lotta devil in his eye,
He got a kiss of fire and it burns you well,
Breaks your heart and it hurts like”
The first two lines of the lyrics that are heard, are played when Villanelle is walking along with her shopping, giving us the impression that Villanelle is “Satan”. However, the next two lines are played as Villanelle is observing the two women in the shop; telling us that “Satan” is actually Eve, because Eve is the one who hurt and broke her heart. This makes sense as Villanelle is thinking about Eve kissing her on the bus and probably how, although it seems like Eve finally reciprocated her feelings, they haven’t spoken about it and so it hasn’t been made clear if this is the case - and so she could still be burned and hurt by Eve.
The fact that we are initially led to believe that “Satan is Villanelle, but the it turns out to be Eve, also emphasises how they’re now becoming “the same” more than they were before - they are both “Satan” because they both have the same “darkness” and “monster” within them.
In return for finding the information about her family that Villanelle asked for, Konstantin says to her, “but I need you to do something for me, something personal, off the record”. Just like in S1E1, when Villanelle repeats Konstantin saying that he can’t stay and watch a movie; and in S1E8, when she repeats what Irina says about languages - Villanelle being able to repeat these things shows us that Konstantin has repeatedly asked Villanelle to do ‘off the record’ jobs for him throughout the years, as a favour.
After Konstantin has given Villanelle the information about her family, she starts to hiccup, which continues throughout the episode. One reason for Villanelle’s hiccups could be because she was in shock, after slapping Eve in S2E8 she tells her “you were in shock. You needed a surprise, like hiccups”. So similarly, Villanelle could have been in shock from finding out her family was actually alive after thinking for her whole life that they died in a car crash.
However Villanelle’s hiccups do have a clear link to her association with family, as she first gets them when she’s with Konstantin and learns her family are alive, and also when she’s experiencing what it’s like to be a child when she’s playing and is hugged in the garden with Kruger’s wife. Villanelle also explicitly says to Pyotr in S3E5 that she came home “because I had the hiccups”.
We then see that the “off the records” job that Konstantin has asked Villanelle to carry out, is killing Bertha (Kruger’s wife) to tie up his loose ends from the money he stole from The Twelve.
Since we know that freedom is very important to Villanelle, she tells Bertha that she should be happy, saying to her “you’re free now, you can be whoever you want”; but Bertha replies by saying “I don’t want to be free, I want to be a family”. By giving Konstantin’s betting slip, and their chance of “freedom” to Eve in S3E8, it shows just how much trust Villanelle has in Eve; to be able to entrust her with the key to the thing she regards as the most important - Eve isn’t just an obsession (like Anna) for Villanelle anymore, but she’s become the only person who she knows that she can truly rely on.
Interestingly though, Villanelle does say to Bertha that it’s her husband’s death which enables her to be “free now” and she “can be whoever you want”. This brings to surface the thought that maybe Villanelle considers that freedom for herself, and being allowed to be whoever she wants, is similarly only attainable by being without Eve. Villanelle does tell Konstantin in S3E6 that she’s willing to leave with him and she’s aware that means leaving Eve behind as well. However, she seems to change her mind by S3E8 and chooses her family (Eve) over her freedom (leaving with Konstantin). Although Villanelle doesn’t understand it at the time, Bertha’s statement to Villanelle, “I don’t want to be free, I want to be a family”, becomes true for her by the end of the season.
At this point, Villanelle also still can’t understand the love that Bertha has for her husband and family, in favour of her own freedom; in the same way as she couldn’t understand why the prison mate in S1E7 would “rather die” than have her freedom; and just as the nanny from S3E3 was so willing to sacrifice her own life for a baby that wasn’t even her’s.
When Hélène goes to speak to Dasha at the swimming pool, she describes Eve as “the one who wears the...” and then Dasha finishes Hélène’s thought with “...turtleneck”. It is interesting that Eve’s turtlenecks are her defining and notable feature, as when Villanelle returns to Mother Russia, she too wears a turtleneck. If Hélène and Dasha have noticed that Eve wears turtlenecks, then Villanelle definitely has. Therefore Villanelle’s choice to wear a turtleneck, when she’s going to be reunited with her family, is like she’s taking a bit of comfort with her. She’s choosing to wear something that Eve is known for wearing so that she can feel close to Eve, and can have the comfort of her being with her when she’s going to do something that’s so important, nerve-wracking and uncertain for her.
Villanelle’s choice to wear a turtleneck is also her attempt at blending in. The turtleneck is something Eve is obviously known for wearing, and so because Eve wears them, Villanelle associates the turtleneck (like Eve) with all things normal and ordinary. However, despite her attempt, it’s clear from the rest of her outfit that she’s still far too well/over-dressed in comparison to the rest of Grizmet’s inhabitants.
When Villanelle arrives at the train platform in Mother Russia at the end of the episode, she touches her neck. This scene comes right after Niko has just been stabbed in the throat by Dasha, and so it could be to demonstrate Villanelle’s connection with Eve - in line with the ‘soulmates’ theme of Season 3 - it could be to show that Villanelle is being stopped in her tracks by feeling Eve’s grief and shock at seeing Niko being stabbed (in a similar vein as when people say that they just felt a chill, like someone was walking over their grave).
However, Villanelle touching her neck could also be a sign that her hiccups have gone, as she doesn’t get them again after this moment. It could be that by returning home to Mother Russia, Villanelle got the “surprise” that she mentioned to Eve in S2E8 that you need to get rid of the hiccups. The ambiguity of the action of Villanelle touching her neck (given that we’ve seen that she’s had hiccups throughout the episode but also that this happens right after Niko is stabbed in the neck) indicates that she touches her neck for both of these reasons, not just one or the other.
You can read my previous Killing Eve posts here:-
First Introduction to Villanelle
First Introduction to Eve
S1, E1 - Nice Face
S1, E2 - I’ll Deal With Him Later
S1, E3 - Don’t I Know You?
S1, E4 - Sorry Baby
S1, E5 - I Have a Thing about Bathrooms
S1, E6 - Take Me to the Hole!
S1, E7 - I Don’t Want to Be Free
S1, E8 - God, I’m Tired
S2, E1 - Do You Know How to Dispose of a Body?
S2, E2 - Nice and Neat
S2, E3 - The Hungry Caterpillar
S2, E4 - Desperate Times
S2, E5 - Smell Ya Later
S2, E6 - I Hope You Like Missionary!
S2, E7 - Wide Awake
S2, E8 - You’re Mine
S3, E1 - Slowly Slowly Catchy Monkey
S3, E2 - Management Sucks
S3, E3 - Meetings Have Biscuits
S3, E5 - Are You From Pinner? [Part 1]
S3, E5 - Are You From Pinner? [Part 2]
S3, E6 - End of Game
S3, E7 - Beautiful Monster
S3, E8 - Are You Leading or Am I? [Part 1]
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Chapter 2–Hunt for the Deadly Sins; Scene 3
master of the heavenly yard pages 18-28
It was currently nighttime, and there were no artificial lights anywhere in the desolate field they could rely on.
Even so, as there were no buildings to block the light of the moon it actually wasn’t all that hard to see.
--Just as Allen had been when he first came here, Nemesis seemed unable to believe the scenery before her.
“How…could this be? The Millennium Tree Forest was destroyed along with the rest of the world—no, it was burned down even earlier than that. So how…”
The trees were flourishing in abundance.
As though they had never been destroyed at all.
It was undoubtedly strange, considering everything they had seen up to arriving here was wasteland.
“There’s no cause for finding it so unusual, Nemesis. To put it in layman’s terms…These exist here under the same principles as that clinic did.”
Nemesis seemed to immediately understand when she heard Allen’s explanation
“The specialty clinic in the illusory Moscow that Levia Barisol created…I see. Thoughts can materialize in the Hellish Yard…In other words this too is an illusion created by souls—"
“You catch on quick. Not that I’d expect any less from the original ‘Master of the Hellish Yard’.”
“My…so you know that much, do you?”
Allen pointed up to the moon in the sky.
“I studied everything about this world inside the ‘Blackbox’ up there. So I understand most of what’s going on.”
“You studied ‘everything’ but you only understand ‘most’ of it?”
“I’m not as smart as you. That, and there are some things I couldn’t study with the black box.”
“Such as?”
“The gods call this world the ‘Third Period’. The black box taught me about events that occurred there. But…I wasn’t able to get much information on the world before, the ‘Second Period’ where the gods lived.”
“Assuming it was Sickle who created that ‘Blackbox’…That information was probably left out on purpose. Well, it sounds like something she’d do, anyway.”
“…?” Allen made a curious expression. “Is Sickle—a girl?”
“By my reconning at least.”
“I see…I always thought he was male. Well, at any rate, you would know more about the ‘Second Period’ than me.”
“And that’s why you brought me along on your journey.”
“There is that, and I also was wanting to borrow the connections you’ve built up over your long life. There’s a lot of souls on the ground world now that lived in the past. Naturally, a lot of them are people I’ve never met.” Allen looked back to the forest before them. “For example, the spirits that live in this forest. I didn’t even know they existed back when I was alive. However…That’s not the case with you.”
“The spirits—are still residing here in the forest?”
“Yeah. This forest itself was something they conjured up.”
Nemesis reached out to put a hand on a nearby tree branch.
Despite it being an illusion, she was able to touch it. It felt peculiarly rough…It certainly “existed”, but it gave across a somewhat strange sensation that felt unstable to her.
She noticed something moving at the edges of her vision, and turned toward it. A single fox was gazing at her, but the moment Nemesis saw it, it quickly hid itself in the shadow of the tree.
Phaser…
Nemesis remembered that fox’s name. She was certain it was one of the spirits that lived in the forest—or would it be more accurate to say “people”?
Whichever it was, she knew this one to have an affable personality. That they refused to come near in spite of that must be because she was in this form, Nemesis thought to herself.
I am…the one responsible for destroying the forest, after all.
Nemesis turned back to Allen.
“Is Michaela coming back here?”
Allen shook his head.
“If she’d intended to do so, she would have come along with us.”
“That’s true. So this forest is currently—”
“Being managed not by Michaela, but a proxy.”
In that next moment, they could hear someone’s voice from above their heads.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit harsh to treat me as a mere ‘proxy’, Allen?”
A single blue bird flew above them. It was the bird that had spoken just then.
“That voice, and that manner of speaking…Professor Held!?”
Nemesis’ eyes widened.
“If you’re calling me ‘Professor’, then…Your memory has come back.”
“Yeah, it’s all returned, thank you…Why do you look like that?”
“Various reasons. By all rights I was unable to materialize on the ground world due to my restrictions. As a result of tirelessly endeavoring to slip through a loophole in those rules, I wound up as this bluebird.” Held selected a branch on one of the trees and landed there. “By the way…What is it I ought to call you?”
“Nemesis is fine.”
“I see. Then, dictator Nemesis—you’re guilty of quite the horrendous deed, aren’t you? The reckless act of firing the weapon of mass destruction ‘Punishment’ at the world and bringing it to an end.”
Nemesis felt no fear at Held’s grave words.
“I don’t feel like apologizing for it. As you well know, that was my goal from the very start. You and Hazuki laid all sorts of groundwork to avoid it, but it looks like it that was all in vain.”
“You wished not for ‘management’ but ‘destruction’…So, as we feared, your mind was already infected with ‘malice’.”
“So what if it was? If you want to kill me you’re welcome to do so.”
“I have no intention of holding you responsible for that now. That wouldn’t bring the world back. …And besides, I’ve come to be increasingly less certain as I’ve watched you, Seth, and that girl Irina—all of you who have been reduced to ‘HER’s.”
“Less certain of what?”
“—Just what in the world ‘evil’ is.”
Nemesis was wordless for a moment at such an abstract question.
Allen silently listened to the two of them speak from the side. He wasn’t boorish enough to cut into an exchange between “gods”.
“…Evil is—” Finally Nemesis opened her mouth. “—Those who won’t obey the established ‘rules’. Those who disrupt order. That’s the basics of it, right?”
“Then what about Gallerian and Riliane’s case? They were the ones who created the ‘rules’, after all.”
“I said ‘rules’ to be brief, but there’s many applications of that. Rules of countries, rules of the court, personal rules, or…the rules of gods. Occasionally those contradict each other. In that case—the rules of the one who wins out in the end are taken as just.”
“So you’re saying that you aren’t ‘evil’.”
“Correct. I’m the winner.”
“…Is that really so? It’s true that you’re the sole living thing in the world. But…It’s still possible for the dead to kill the living.” Held looked up at the night sky. “If you wish to become the true ‘winner’…I would advise you do something about that.”
At that moment, Nemesis finally noticed it.
On the other end of Held’s gaze, floating high in the air, was a peculiar object illuminated by the light of the moon.
“That’s…it can’t be! What’s that doing here?!”
It was an enormous ��black box”.
If Nemesis’ eyes weren’t deceiving her, that was without a doubt a “Blackbox”—a piece of technology from the Second Period.
“Is that an illusion someone conjured up too?”
“It can’t be. Who could think one up, given it didn’t exist in the Third Period?”
Upon hearing those words, Nemesis immediately turned to Allen.
“Nope, it wasn’t me.” Allen denied firmly, shaking his head and waving his hands. “And that ‘Blackbox’ looks a bit different in construction from the one I’m familiar with.”
There were several types of “Blackbox” that Nemesis knew about.
The one floating in the air just then was—
It’s unlike the Type E, as well as the Type L that I made. The closest I can think of is…the Type S!
The second edition device created by the physicist Seth Twiright.
That was the “Type S”.
But the Type S wasn’t loaded onto the spaceship “Climb One” that we’d been riding on. It shouldn’t be in this world—
And there Nemesis recalled an event in her past.
A battle between sorceresses that had occurred in Merrigod Plateau…That phrase that had been spoken by the Red Cat Sorceress.
…She had called the device that was installed in her chest cavity a “Blackbox Type S”. If that was a “Blackbox” that Seth made in this world—
If that “black box” up there was no illusion, but the real deal.
There was a chance that Seth had created it in secret.
Though I’d no inkling of him making such a thing while he was with me—or rather, Nemesis—at the very least. Perhaps when he was in the Hellish Yard before…But then, I can’t imagine Gumillia would have allowed it.
It might have been fastest for her to just ask Seth, but given that he wasn’t around at the moment she couldn’t do that either.
“How about we try getting close to it for now?”
Allen nodded at Nemesis’ suggestion. “That might be best.”
“We’ll just head to ‘Evils Theater’ later…”
“—It looks like we might not have to.”
Allen pointed above the “black box” in the air.
It would be more clearly visible if this were during the day, but…it appeared that something else was floating there.
Nemesis strained her eyes, trying to confirm what she was seeing.
And once she understood his response, she was shocked once again.
“…I don’t get any of this. How is a theater floating above the ‘Blackbox’?”
“I guess that looks bizarre to you too, huh?”
“I could say the same for the ‘Blackbox’, but…A heavy building like that floating in the air should be completely impossible under Third Period technology, at the very least. Even if it’s an illusion, it’s just completely uncalled for to deliberately have it floating in space. It’s like a child made it up.”
“…Surprisingly enough, that might be accurate.”
“…?”
“I mean that theater might be an illusion brought about by a child, or else someone with a child-like personality. In any case, we should probably go see it first.”
“Quite right.” Nemesis approached the blue bird that was sitting blasé on the tree branch. “With that, we’ll be leaving soon.”
“Hmph…You alright leaving without saying anything to your friends?”
“—They aren’t the ‘Climb One’ crewmembers anymore. They’ve lost their memories, and live in this world as spirits.”
“True…But there are exceptions. Those who have regained their former memories.”
Nemesis didn’t need to ask him who those “exceptions” were. She had a pretty good idea of who that applied to, and also knew that none of them were in this forest right then.
Rather, she had something else that she needed to ask him.
“One last thing…Professor Held. Why did you become the ‘Great Land God Held’?”
“…? What do you mean?”
“You were against us managing the new world. That was the reason why we wound up fighting each other. And yet despite that—”
“You can’t understand it. You’re wondering then what in the world were we fighting over.”
“—Yeah.”
“…It was the ‘Moon Goddess’s idea. I—no, none of us, could go against her. …Now then, I think you best be off.”
And at that, Held finally stopped talking completely.
It was as though he had turned into a mere bird, that would not reply no matter what Nemesis said.
“…Farewell, Professor Held.”
“…”
Nemesis reluctantly said goodbye to Held, and went to move on ahead with Allen.
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5–Memory of Flames; Scene 2
The Muzzle of Nemesis, pages 178-193
“What—is the meaning of this!?” I demanded of Gammon, with the burning mansion in my sights. “Didn’t I ask you to wait until I arrived?”
“That’s what we were planning, but…Some of the militia men went against orders. It was hard even for me to hold them back.”
“Even so…”
--I had headed for the Dark Star Bureau after killing Tony, but it had already fallen to the militia.
Apparently they had captured Bruno. He had been brought to the militia’s main headquarters, and so was no longer at the Dark Star Bureau.
Also not at the bureau…was Gallerian. From the looks of things he had abandoned Bruno and escaped via a secret passageway.
They told me Gammon and some of the soldiers had followed after him, and so I had immediately left the building to rendezvous with them.
What I ultimately arrived at was here…Gallerian’s home—
I had asked Gammon ahead of time not to lay a hand on Gallerian.
And yet, they had already set fire to the mansion.
…According to Gammon, it was our opponent who attacked first.
“One of the soldiers suddenly caught fire. His body was consumed by blue flames.”
“Was he fired at by some fire arrow or bottle bomb?”
“…I don’t know. It didn’t look that way, at least. It was as though he’d had some spell put on him—”
…A spell, huh.
Thinking on the people Gallerian had known—my mother, and Nikolay, it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary if he knew how to use magic.
Mr. Ziz, currently my mask, spoke up.
<Blue flames…In the past I have seen a sorceress who could use those>
“Who?”
<Irina Clockworker. The red cat sorceress, who lived an eternity manipulating other people. As far as I know she’s the only one who can use blue fire. I don’t know how Gallerian can do it>
“Is there…a chance that this red cat lady taught it to him?”
<She’s gone now. She died long ago>
“…”
<Perhaps Gallerian has also contracted with a demon>
“Just like…me?”
<Though even if he has—you can still kill him. As long as you use that golden bullet, there’s no way you’ll lose>
Appearing to believe I was muttering to myself, Gammon peered at my face with a doubtful expression.
“—Nemesis? You alright?”
“Huh? Yeah…I was just thinking aloud. –Gallerian is inside. You’re certain of that?”
“He can’t get outside with these flames. If we leave the mansion be, eventually—”
“…That’s not good enough.”
I couldn’t just let him die without having ever confronted him.
I slowly started to walk towards the mansion.
“Hey, Nemesis! It’s too rash to go in there! Stop!”
Gammon cried out to me from behind, but I ignored him and pushed on ahead.
--As I got closer to the mansion, I could feel the temperature around me rising.
When I reached the entrance the flames were almost touching my skin.
<…Hey hey, don’t do anything excessive, Nemesis>
The moment Mr. Ziz spoke, the fire suddenly parted around me.
“Woah…So a demon can do that too.”
<You won’t die even if you’re fried to a crisp, but it’ll still take a while for you to heal, and more importantly your clothes will burn off. You don’t want to reunite with your Papa naked and charred black, do you?>
“Thanks for your concern towards my being a lady.”
Then I stepped foot in the mansion. Unlike the outside, the fire had yet to really reach the interior of the house.
I could hear someone talking from further in.
I advanced in that direction.
.
From what I could glean from the doorway, this room was the study.
Inside a single man was sitting at a desk, talking to a doll clutched in his arms.
“—The bat’s gone now.”
“…”
“Don’t worry, Papa isn’t going anywhere.”
“…”
“I wonder what kind of place hell will be.”
“…”
Is this…
So this man was my father?
This man with such girlish interests as to talk to dolls?
…The doll he was holding looked familiar.
It was that doll Mr. Ziz had taken from the ocean. They must have handed it off to him after it was recovered by PN.
“Mr. Ziz—now that I think about it, there’s something I’ve always meant to ask you.”
<What is it?>
“Why you went to such lengths to collect that doll.”
<Because that is…another “Vessel of Deadly Sin”, like Grim the End>
“Then there is…a demon inside it after all.”
<--Maybe>
Then did that mean that the “Will of the Forest” I had spoken to—was the voice of a demon?
I emptied out the cylinder of my revolver.
And in place of the regular bullets, I loaded in the golden one from my ammo case.
<Oh, you’re finally using it! That’s good. If he has a Vessel of Deadly Sin then it’s most likely that Gallerian is himself a contractor>
While listening to Mr. Ziz speak, I entered the room—gun at the ready.
“Dark Star Bureau Director Gallerian Marlon.”
When I spoke to him he finally noticed me.
“And you are…Ah yes, you’re finally here. The one who will kill me.”
Gallerian stood from his chair, boldly smiling.
While still clutching the doll.
“You’re alone. What happened to the others? Did they not come inside?”
“…I’m perfectly able to kill you on my own.”
I aimed the gun at his forehead.
Despite that, his faint smile didn’t waver.
“That’s a good gun. It smells a bit like gunpowder smoke—and blood.”
“I’ve recently used it to kill someone. Tony Ausdin…Your friend.”
“I see. So you’re the one who killed Tony. And now you’re going to put me down with that gun—”
“It’s the gun you sent to me—‘Master’.”
When I said that name to him, finally Gallerian’s expression wavered.
“…That you know that form of address—Heheh, so that’s it. You’re—‘Number 8’.”
“Yes, exactly. Nice to meet you—Though we’ll soon be parting forever.”
“I don’t understand. You were my ally, so why are you threatening me now?”
“Because you…are evil. You’ve ruined so many people just to fill your own pockets. This gun that will soon shoot you is the face of everyone’s anger—Come, repent!”
The Dark Star Bureau—the organization that managed the USE’s judicial system.
Gallerian who was the director at its top had used his position to commit evil deeds, time and time again.
His goal was to accumulate money. As long as he received a bribe he would reduce the sentencing of any sort of villain, and conversely would charge those who went against his will with false crimes to bring them down.
That wasn’t all. He would also secretly erase those who might get in his way using assassins like I had once been.
And I guess he plays with dolls at home…
I couldn’t find with a single redeeming quality.
He didn’t deserve to live.
Even if—he was my father.
“…I have one thing I want to ask you. Why did you have me made into an assassin?”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“Don’t try to bullshit me. I know that you run PN’s shadow organization—Pere Noel. The man Bruno always called ‘Master’…That is you, isn’t it?”
“You are correct on that. I am ‘Master’. I don’t mean to try to deceive you on that point now. But—the last member that I hired personally was ‘Number 7’, Eater.”
“…Huh?”
“To tell the truth, the only things I know about you are your codename of ‘Number 8’ and that you’re an assassin. Until just now, I mean. You were inducted as a member through Bruno’s discretion alone. He has always worked very well on my behalf, you see. I had no reason to object. I was just grateful to him that he had obtained another asset for me.”
Gallerian hadn’t known anything?
Not even that I…was his daughter?
--So what if he didn’t. That didn’t change the fact that this man was a villain.
I didn’t come here out of a personal grudge. I was here as a mouthpiece for the world’s righteous fury.
I moved yet closer to Gallerian.
“…Select either path. Whether your brow will be shot through, or burned up in this hellfire.”
“Let me give you some advice as a judge. Don’t leave your choice of verdict up to the defendant. If you want to kill me, then you select the method yourself.”
If he had wailed and begged for his life I would have still shot him without hesitation.
But as I was growing irate at his arrogant behavior, at the same time I was beginning to have some unwelcome doubts.
Gallerian showed no sign of reflection. Even if he fell down to hell, he likely wouldn’t regret any of what he had done.
--Was I really satisfied with that?
Maybe I had wanted him to apologize to me.
For throwing away his own daughter. For making her unhappy.
But…Gallerian hadn’t known that “Number 8” was his daughter.
On the contrary, there was a possibility that he hadn’t even been told that my mother—Kayo Sudou, had given birth to a child at all.
I thought about asking him. About whether or not he knew about me…About the daughter named Nemesis.
…What would happen if I learned the answer?
We weren’t eating at some refined restaurant right now. This was a warzone, and I was pointing a gun at him.
Even if I went as his daughter in this situation—it wouldn’t gain either of us anything.
If he didn’t know, that was fine with me.
I would have Gallerian die without knowing of Nemesis.
I pulled back the firing hammer of my gun.
All I had left to do was pull the trigger.
…
But no matter how I tried I couldn’t carry out that last act.
<My my, are you hesitating at the last moment, Nemesis?> Mr. Ziz said mockingly, but I ignored him.
Yet even so he continued to speak to me.
<So then…How about this? You give him a chance for “atonement”>
Atonement?
<If he sincerely regrets his sins, then save his life>
He couldn’t seriously be suggesting that at this stage—
<Naturally, that comes with the condition that you do so right here. As long as you have my power, you will be able to slip through the flames with him. After that you should hand him over to Gammon. Even after everything’s said and done, the Tasan Party is a proper political organization. If Gallerian surrenders himself they aren’t likely to kill him then and there—the fact that they captured Bruno alive is proof enough of that>
“…”
<Whatever the case, Gallerian will be ruined…But if you want him to feel any remorse for his deeds, this option would probably be better than killing him>
In a sense, that suggestion was very appropriate for a demon to give.
It wasn’t based off of any benevolence, but rather a simple desire to see Gallerian suffer more.
But—perhaps it would be good to give him a chance, in order to make my decision.
“Gallerian—if you have any thoughts of repentance…Relinquish your fortune.”
“Oh?”
It wouldn’t be enough for him to just turn himself in. Even if the Tasan Party pardoned him, the world would most certainly still wish for his death.
In order to weaken the pressure of society against him even a little bit he would need to show some self-reflection with a tangible act.
“You stole a great deal of money and goods from people…If you promise to give it back, then I will spare your life at least.”
Gammon seemed to also want back the sword that had been stolen from him. Maybe if he learned it was in this mansion he would even move to stop it from burning down.
Gallerian had run away too readily from the Dark Star Bureau. His fortune probably wasn’t there.
Then the only other place I could think of—was his home.
“You would…spare my life?”
“Yes, Gallerian. You must have something you’ve still yet to do. If you live then maybe you’ll be able to obtain the chance to achieve it. If you die then that’s it for you!”
I tried to persuade Gallerian now in much the same way as Mr. Ziz and Gammon had done for me.
In response to their arguments, I had chosen to live.
Even Gallerian would surely—
“…My fortune—”
Yes, as long as you let it go, I will save you.
“—I won’t ever hand it over to the likes of you!” he…replied without a trace of doubt on his face.
“Everything…All of it, it’s mine! Why would I need to give anyone what I worked so hard to obtain? You lot…don’t even know why I gathered all of it in the first place!”
“…”
“And let me say up front, my fortunate isn’t even in this mansion! My precious money and items, they’re all hidden somewhere else! Somewhere you’ll never find! And if living means giving it to others, then let it sleep there for all eternity!”
“…You’re trash that can’t be helped.”
I had known it well. This man had no notion of “atonement”.
Even if he were to survive and go to prison, he would go the rest of his days without renouncing his acts.
So it’s as I thought—I had to end him here, by my own hands.
I thrust the muzzle of my gun at Gallerian’s forehead.
“Let mine and the people’s hatred wash over your body…and then sleep.”
“Oh? So, it seems you’ve chosen to kill me with the gun. …If you’re going to do it, then hurry up. You’re scaring my daughter.”
“—Your daughter?”
“Can you not see her? She’s right here.”
He looked at the doll that he was carrying.
“It’s alright, don’t be afraid.”
He patted the doll’s head.
“This young lady here only has business with your Papa. You have nothing to worry about.”
Gallerian spoke to the doll with kind eyes that he had most certainly never directed at me.
.
Could he honestly think this doll was his daughter--?
Did he think it was me?
Then…he really did know about me.
He'd thought I died.
And then went insa--
.
"--Don't worry, it'll be over soon…Michelle."
.
…
…Heh.
……Ha ha ha.
That's right.
Of course not.
Gallerian had had a daughter with his proper wife.
Her name was Michelle.
She--had been aboard the ship that I sank.
She was already gone.
.
…And yet.
You don't look at me.
Just at the doll.
You just keep looking at that dead girl.
Even though--I'm still alive, right here.
.
Hey, Father.
Look at me.
.
Look at me too.
.
--With this it's truly over.
Let's make everything end.
At some point Gallerian had quit speaking to the doll, and was gazing at my face in utter stillness.
In his eyes there was neither the affection he had directed at the doll.
Nor any fear of death.
Nor anger at me.
There was none of that.
Merely—the empty eyes of a madman.
.
"--Farewell."
You sinful “evil”.
My father.
.
I pulled the heavy trigger.
And then—the golden bullet was fired from the muzzle.
.
Ordinarily this would kill instantly, with no time for words.
But as he collapsed backwards--
He murmured in the end:
"I'm fine with this…Thank you--Nemesis."
.
………Huh?
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(if) they stand in front of you, watch their back;
Fandom: Far Cry 5
AO3: Right there!
Description: Irina just wanted to get some rest in the cabin in the woods. She didn't expect to see Jacob Seed, carrying his wounded little brother on his back.
And didn't expect that she will have to help him by pinning his brother to the table.
Word count: 4260
Author’s note: This is just a one-shot that I felt the need to write down because reasons. :))) We have three idiots in one room and sexual tension can be cut with a knife but there’s nothing explicit, just John and Jacob having a time of their life, and Irina just wants to bury herself in the ground. :))
Irina had a weak spot for cabins in the heart of the woods. They were small, not exactly warm, but also very minimalistic - something she quite liked. There were many nights in her life before Hope County when she slept in her car. It wasn't the best, but definitely enough for her. Now she didn't have her car, but she would steal one from time to time. Peggies didn't learn about her car-sleeping preferences yet, so she was safe, to some extent at least.
This night she didn't have a car to sleep in, though, so one of the cabins had to do. She chose the one that was still in the Whitetails, but also dangerously close to the Holland Valley - in case she needed to get away from the Mountains. The good thing was that Jacob was always kind enough - or, actually, confident enough - to let her know that the hunt for has has begun, which gave her at least few minutes to find a safe spot. Not that it always worked. Sometimes hunters' arrows manage to find the way to her knee after just few seconds.
She always considered herself to be the worst resistance leader in the history of resistance leaders. And she didn't even want to get the job in the first place - the fact that she got it was just an example of how desperate the people in the County must have been.
The first thing she did was checking if there is anything good inside the cabin, and by that she was thinking about cigarettes. Alcohol would do as well, but she wasn't that much fond of it. It was good to drink some when she was having a talk with Nick and Kim, or when Adelaide felt the need to share another one of her heated stories about Xander. This was something that Irina couldn't listen to while being sober, especially because she had no sexual experience whatsoever - so despite her prideful attitude, she felt really weird and uneasy when she had to listen to people talking about it.
"Hello there." Irina murmured with delight when she managed to find a half-empty and slightly sticky bottle of whiskey, a bit of oregano - she didn't need it, though - and two cigarettes. She put her bow on the wooden table in the center of the room and sat on the old and squeaky chair by the window, sighing quietly and hugging her knee to her chest. It was afternoon, and the dark clouds covering the sky for the last few dozen minutes finally began to release the first drops of cold rain. She just hoped it would end soon enough for her to get out. She couldn't stand sitting in one place for longer than an hour.
She took off her black, dirty jacket, leaving only a loose shirt, bloodied and torn to a point where it was nearly non-existant. She pulled out of her pocket the one thing that she couldn't move anywhere without - a lighter - and lit a first cigarette, putting it to her mouth and dragging it thoughtfully. As the first clouds of smoke were released from her lungs, the cabin door unceremoniously opened - with quite a lot of force, so it definitely couldn't be a wind, it didn't managed to get strong enough yet. Her instincts kicked in with a slight delay, and if it wasn't for the fact that the person who just came inside didn't want to kill her, Deputy realized that she propably would already have a hole between her eyes. ... Wait, he didn't want to kill her?
She was already accustomed to seeing Jacob, so each of their subsequent meetings no longer caused her to feel exaggerated emotions. This would also be the case this time, even though he had just entered the place where she intended to rest - were it not for a small detail - he had a traveling companion on his back. John lifted his head from his brother's shoulder, showing chaotic tousled black hair and poking his huge blue eyes on Irina, who was just two meters away, parting her lips slightly. Jacob tensed instantly, reaching with his hand to his thigh holster, while a woman was completely speechless and stared at the two brothers in disbelief, feeling her cigarette begin to burn out and dangerously approach her knuckles. "Are you lost, or...?" She asked after a moment or two, blinking way too faster than she should. She saw in Jacob's eyes that he's calculating, gears in his head are turning furiously, and then his muscles seemed to relax a bit. John, on the other hand, seemed tense - and he was looking at her in a way that was far, far from comfortable. Irina felt like she was being devoured alive, and wasn't sure why it felt somehow amusing for her. "Oh, for fuck's sake." Jacob finally spoke, then closed the door to the cabin by kicking them with his foot, and moved to the wooden table where she left her bow a few minutes before. He took it and placed it by the door, so if she wanted to get to it, she would have to get through him first. Well, she had a knife strapped to her leg, but Irina wasn't stupid enough to try and attack him. She tried once, it didn't go well. She wasn't a match for him. "Get outta here, girl, before I change my mind and knock you out instead." If Jacob would ask her to leave in a more polite way, she may have actually done it. But Jacob was Jacob - and Irina was Irina. Her pride and stubborness didn't allow her to just do his bidding, so of course, she decided to start another one of verbal fights with him, one that they shared many times already. And she never got bored with those. But usually lost anyway. It wasn't suprising that, in the current state of events, she just hugged her knee to herself with even more force, like if showing that she wasn't planning on moving anywhere, and took another drag of cigarette, before smashing in on the floor with her shoe. "I was here first." She deadpaned. Jacob grunted in response, but she was sure that there was a hint of amusement in this sound. "So get your little squirrel with you and go away."
John scoffed when he heard his new nickname, and oh, if looks could kill. Irina send him a short, dry half-smile, that seemed somehow menacing when combined with a big scar on her left cheek. Jacob, on the other hand, shrugged a bit, giving his brother the signal to come off his shoulders, which the younger Seed did. "Stop gambling your life, will ya?" Jacob looked at her one more time and wrinkled his nose slightly, seeing the extremely torn shirt she's been wearing, then took off his military jacket and tossed it at the woman. "You're distracting my squirrel." He explained with a hint of amusement in his voice, then started to take care of John, who was still far from happy and sitting on the edge of the table. Irina accepted the little gift with a slight, cynical smile and swiftly put the jacket on. It was warm, which was actually pretty pleasant, and smelled of fire, resin, blood and gunpowder - nothing new to her. Irina rolled up the sleeves, which were far too long for her, and lit a second cigarette, watching Jacob unceremoniously rolling up John's soiled and bloody shirt out of the corner of her eye. she refrained from sighing with delight, noticing the blood and tattoos on the body of the younger brother. She was starting to understand Adelaide's fascination, but would absolutely never admit it out loud. Not to mention that for her John was still the most irritating being in the whole County. Pretty body wouldn't change it.
"So." She cleared her throat. "Care to tell me what the fuck brought you in here?"
"No." Was Jacob's harsh response when he saw that John was ready to start answering. "Stay quiet, Dep. We both know you hate small talk and don't give a fuck about little anecdotes."
"Oh? How can you possibly know that?" Irina asked just to push him a little bit, even though he was totally right. She really didn't like talking. Well, in most cases. This time she was actually a little bit interested.
"I managed to notice." He wasn't looking at her, focused on the wound on John's stomach. A bullet wound, no doubt, she realized, while slowly finishing the second cigarette. Damn, something interesting must've happened.
"Because I was always silent when you were telling me parts of your life story?" "I told you to shut up, didn't I?"
This time Irina really did obey, but not without a quiet, irritated hiss. She turned her back on whatever Jacob was doing to John, but she definitely felt the eyes of the second one on her back, and it was driving her mad. She gritted her teeth and focused on looking at the window, trying to get fascinated by the race of two rain droplets that managed to catch her eye in this specific moment. Boring activity indeed, but it was far better than thinking about her current situation, which was far from what she hoped for on this day. She ran a hand through her forehead, then the mess on her head. She never really cared about her hair, so they were truly wild and untamed, pretty much like she was. She smiled a bit at that thought, but returned to her neutral, bored expression after a short second. It was quiet - the only sounds being the rain hitting the walls and windows of the cabin and rustle of fabric, where Jacob was trying to bring his little brother - squirrel, she reminded herself - back to shape. Then she heard a loud hiss, like if someone stomped their boot on a rattlesnake.
"Fucking hell, Jacob!" John growled, sticking his fingers into the edge of the table to the point that they started to turn white. Irina looked at him, head resting on the window frame, trying not to look as amused as she was right now. "Wait, you don't have any antiseptic?" "Well it's not a luxury hospital, little brother, the best I can do is find some alcohol." Jacob responded calmly, but with a bit of typical, brotherly mockery and shrugged, which definitely didn't brighten up John's mood.
"Squirrel." Irina murmured under her breath, but loud enough for them to hear it. The look she got from John was sharp enough to cut through diamonds. Jacob growled and it was enough to silence her once again. She sighed, watching as Jacob started to rummage through various shelves, looking for someone good enough to treat John's wound with, but all he managed to find was a bit of oregano she noticed earlier and a pack of cigarettes. Damn, she thought. How the hell she didn't notice this one? Her eyes glowed and she run a tongue over her lips. Jacob shot her a quick glare, smiled, in his own way, and tossed the cigarretes to the table on John's leg.
"Fuck you man..." She sighed, barely audible. But the most important thing right now was that the soldier didn't manage to find what he was looking for. Oh, that's something she could use, but she didn't speak about it. Yet.
"No alcohol." Jacob looked at John, who clenched his jaw so hard she could almost feel it. "Pretty fuckin' weird, considering that most of this county has a weak spot for it."
"Oh, but there is a bottle." She said, finally, looking at him nonchalantly and swaying her legs like a little girl. "Well, half of it, to be exact." "Oh, someone's been drinking?" This time John spoke up, a bit strained, and instead of killing her with his stare he smiled viciously, then clicked his tongue. "Tsk tsk." Jacob rolled his eyes, but didn't care enough to give a comment. "Give it to me." He ordered in his typical, calm voice, but with a characteristical sharpness in his eyes. "Not until you give me those cigarettes you found a second ago." It was a bold game to play with him, but she was determined to do so.
"You're in no position to bargain." He said, but realized a second too late that it wasn't the best choice of words, since it was him that needed something the most. "Either you tell me where it is, or I will force you to. It's your call." "She would probably like that."
Now it was her turn to shot John a murdering glare, and his to chuckle darkly, but she did her best not to start playing his game - she knew she would eventually lose. The most reasonable thing Irina could do right now would just tell Jacob where the whiskey is and stop bothering him, but her pride was stronger, so she wasn't going to go down like this. "Force me, then."
Jacob seemed a bit tired, or bored even, but he wasn't planning on giving her a second chance to change her mind. He was fast, so incredibly fast she almost gasped, before his scarred hand closed around her neck and pushed her head even more into the window frame, to the point where her hair weren't good enough to shield her from it's hardness. She gritted her teeth and raised her lip a little, in a feral tic, flashing a few teeth at him. "Whatever you say, Dep." He said hoarsely, and while she couldn't really focus on John right now she was sure he was glad to look at all of this - even though he was bleeding and sitting on the table, slowly starting to freeze without any shirt on him. "Now. Where is it?" Jacob asked, while still clenching his hand on her throat. At this point she was truly starting to have trouble with breathing, and a first bits of adrenaline started to kick in and her pupils dilated significantly, almost completely obscuring the light brown iris. But she kept silent, with cold expression on her face, like almost daring him to go further than that. She stared into his eyes, a piercing blue, until she actually saw a glimpse of her own face in them. If Irina had a more artistic soul with a tendecy to make metaphors, she would say that this is a sign, a symbol of how similar they both were. "Oh for fuck's sake, get a room." John growled with a bit of something weird, something off - jealousy? - and then tossed the cigarettes to her, and she managed to catch them while not breaking an eye contact with Jacob, and then she smiled cynically, pointing her head to the second chair where she left her jacket.
"You're welcome." She rasped calmly, barely able to breathe. Jacob's hand left her throat and she stroked it with her own fingers, narrowing her eyes and taking a deeper breath - but not loud enough to actually show how hard those last few seconds were for her. Well, she asked for it, didn't she?
Jacob came over to the chair on the other side of the room and took a half empty bottle of whiskey from under her jacket, then came over to his brother. "Alright, lay down." He said, patting his shoulder. His voice was a tiniest bit different when he was talking to John - he really must've cared, she realized. It was weird to her because she never had any siblings, but Deputy guessed that this is how the love between two brothers looked like. For a short second she felt jealous, but ignored it and returned to staring at the window, just hoping that they would finish this soon and get out of here.
Well, part of her wished they stayed. The silence, onece again, was to be short lived - John growled, nearly screamed, when his brother poured the alcohol into his wound while pinning his shoulder to the table, holding him in place. "Oh come on, don't be a pussy." Jacob huffed and Irina actually giggled a little - thank God they didn't notice, or maybe just didn't care.
"Yeah, because you would-FUCK-stay silent during something like this!" Was John's irritated response and he raised his head to look at what Jacob was doing.
"Of course I would." Jacob mused, then patted his brother's forehead. "Keep your head down, will ya'? You're really not helping." He put the whiskey bottle - with quite a bit of fluid still left in it - on the counter behind him and fuck, Irina realized she's thirsty, and that this is the only source of anything to drink right now. She gulped and then slowly and quietly stand up, trying to sneak behind Jacob and take the bottle, then hurriedly get back to the chair where she belonged. And maybe twist the knife in his leg? No, that would be impossible, even if it was tempting.
Irina wouldn't do it because she cared about him, somehow. About both of them. She slowly came closer, focused on the bottle and she was so, so close, but then Jacob knelt down and took the bottle, almost snatching it from her fingers and giving it to John, who was looking really... Bad. He was quite pale at this point, his hair. scalp, beard and whole body were covered in sweat, lips parted like he was struggling to breathe. Irina looked at him in silence and she realized that she was simply staring, so just hissed and turned around, trying to get back to her chair and keep sitting there in silence. She was just hoping that John was so much beaten up by the pain that he didn't notice her staring from few seconds before.
"C'mere, Dep." She heard Jacob and cursed under her breath, slowly turning on her heel, her eyes watching him with unspoken question. "Keep him pinned down, I have to put the bullet out of his wound."
Irina just stood there, confused, and blinked a few times. "... You want me to stop him from moving."
"Yes." He stated, matter-of-factly, not even looking at her, focused on preparing everything he needed to get started. "And you're not... I don't know, afraid that I would try to stab him in the process? Whatever?" Deputy kept asking, not daring to move, shooting a quick glace over to John, who was taking a sip from the whiskey bottle. Her throat became even more sore at the mere sight. She gulped and oh fuck, he was looking straight at her, his eyes narrowed, his gaze tired, but lips curled in that mocking smile of his. Oh fuck you John, sincerely, fuck you. "You wouldn't dare." Jacob looked at her for a short moment, his eyes sharp like knives - and yes, he was right. She bit her lip, rolling the sleeves on his military jacket once again, then slowly came over to the other side of the table, but still not close enough for John to reach her, in case he tried to do so for some reason. He was touchy, she knew it. "Do you want to keep him pinned down with your willpower, or will you stop being all blushy and do what you're supposed to?" The soldier sighed and she sensed the first bits of irritation in his voice, like if he was a poor old man forced to take care of two stupid kids. And goddamn, this seemed exactly like it, she realized. "Trust me, he won't bite." "Oh, what makes you so sure?..." John mused, finishing the bottle of whiskey with another sip and swayed slightly, putting it down on the floor. "I might bite, but not too hard, don't worry." The bastard smiled, wet hair sticking to his face, and Irina never wanted to punch him in those perfect, white teeth of his more than now. "Christ, fuck it." She murmured and then decided to just be harsh and professional. Everything will be fine, it will only take a couple minutes, maybe even less, then you can go home. Her fingers touched his shoulder and his back collided harshly with the wooden table beneath. The soft "ow" came out from his lips and she felt that sting of pure satisfaction, which was definitely visible in her eyes. Yeah, you won't be such a cheeky bastard now.
Jacob dipped the penknife in John's wound and damn it, Irina had the feeling that the scream that was starting to come out of his throat would reach beyond the county limits, so instinctively - and quite violently - she put one hand to his face to silence him. His beard was moist with sweat and irritated the skin on the inside of her hand, but she tried to ignore it. Be professional, don't say anything, don't look at him, just look at Jacob's hands. And keep this bastard down... OH FUCK! She didn't realize that she actually hissed those last two words out loud, but she doubt she could be blamed - because when Jacob was starting to get the bullet out of his brother's body, John's teeth dugged in her finger. Irina growled and did her best not to hit him in the face, looking at Jacob instead, the feeling of betrayal clear on her face. "You said he wouldn't bite, you fucking liar!" She knew how stupid and childlish it sounded, but was too irritated to really care. "Well, to be exact he said he actually would, so I didn't lie. It was just a miscalculation." Jacob didn't even look at her, focused on his job, but she could swear he smiled.
"Fuck you. Both of you. I'm fucking done." "What's about you and fuckin'? Your preferences are showing." He responded and in this moment, she went speechles and felt John starting to chuckle, blocked by her hand, so she dug her nails into his cheek. He almost seemed to enjoy it, enjoy her frustration and the fact that Jacob was winning in almost every argument, every sentence. She didn't respond, because the only thing that came to her mind was another "fuck you", but somehow it didn't really feel like it would help. Stay quiet, get over with it and get out.
It took him a way longer than she would hope for, but finally Jacob managed to pull the bullet out of his brother's stomach, applied some stitches and oh damn, she could finally leave the table and get back to her chair. She slumped onto it and sighed, closing her eyes. This was not how she wanted to spend this afternoon. Jacob got rid of everything and John managed to slowly lift himself up and looked around. "Where's my shirt?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. "Jaco--" He didn't managed to finish before his brother tossed the blue and still covered in blood shirt to him. "Yeah, thanks, brother." "You're always welcome." Jacob answered and leaned on the kitchen counter. If it could be even called a kitchen, this cabin had just one room. "My jacket, Dep. I know you've probably grown fond of it, but it's mine." Irina just scoffed and a bit reluctantly - because damn, she actually did grow fond of it in those last few minutes - took it off and gave it back to it's owner. She felt at unease - of course someone was staring at her. She did her best not to look back at John, just focus on the silence currently lingering in the air. If only not the fact that he was breathing so fucking loud and she was losing her mind- "Deeeputy?" He nearly sing-a-songed and she clenched her jaw, feeling the scar on her cheek tense. Irina sighed and looked at him, waiting for bastard to continue. "Oh, there you are. Such a frustrated little thing." He chuckled darkly, then shook his head and looked at the ceiling. "Sweet." She wasn't sure if he actually said that, it was so quietly spoken that she told to herself it was just an illusion. "Who needs a room now, huh?" Jacob mused. "Well, put the shirt on, we're leavin' before she will start throwing things at us, and I see she's close to doing so."
"Very close, indeed." She murmured through gritted teeth. John clicked his tongue once again and she took a sharp breath, but didn't say anything else, just watched him getting dressed - he was quite clumsy at it, and Irina was looking at him purely because she wanted him to feel watched, feel the frustration when someone is making fun of him. She wasn't sure if it actually worked, though. "Alright, let's get movin'. See you around, Dep." Jacob didn't even look at her anymore but she heard the dangerous promise, the silent threat in his voice and she was already on edge, feeling the sudden need to run away as far as she can, preferably somewhere outside this god forsaken county. Irina watched as John clumsily stood on his own feet, then Jacob opened the door to the cabin, waiting for him.
John looked at her one more time and something flashed in his eyes, and without a word he left with his older brother, both leaving her alone. Irina just slumped on the floor and let out a loud, nervous gasp, feeling the fire slowly rising in the bottom of the stomach.
#that's it#the first thing I've written in the last 10 months#I can do nothing for the rest of this godforsaken year#cheers#fc5#far cry 5#my writing#john seed#jacob seed#deputy irina carter
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Part 2, Chapter 4-The Hellish Yard, and “Ma”; Scene 1
Fifth, Pierrot, pages 274-282
Since yesterday and going on today, she had seen death’s door multiple times.
Attacked by Gatt Coulomb, her throat almost slit by Lemy as he was revived over and over, fired into a peculiar space after being caught up in the explosion caused by the red cat, and after all that she was almost eaten by a giant skeleton. The blast from the convergence of power had once again invited Gumillia to a new location, it seemed.
It was a dreary place, with dirt and bedrock as far as she could see. There were a lot of chasms in the ground, and from deeper within them she could see red lava flowing. But, strangely enough she felt no heat.
This place was quite large. The horizon spread out far in all four directions. And the sky was obscured by a surface of black. A black that was unlike that of the night sky or rain clouds.
There looked to be people here. Men and women alike were all naked, and each of them either sat scattered on the ground or stood around in a stupor, looking up at the sky. Gumillia decided to try talking to an old man that was closest to her.
“Excuse me.”
“Hm? What is it, miss?”
“What is this place?”
“…Ah, a new arrival. This place is the Hellish Yard. Where the dead assemble.”
“The Hellish Yard…!?”
Then did that mean that Gumillia had died? Certainly, the shock that she’d received back then had been strong enough to do so.
The old man continued talking.
“You can see the river of lava I assume. Follow it up. Once you do, you’ll come to see a giant door. And once you’ve passed through, then you’ll be able to reach Heaven, safe and sound.”
“Why haven’t you gone?”
“I’ll go eventually. But…I need a bit more courage. I am a man who once killed his wife and abandoned his son. And committed many other misdeeds besides. There are probably a lot of people waiting for me in heaven who despise me. I need to figure out how I should face these people—and so I’m hanging around here a bit longer to put my feelings in order. It’s probably the same sort of situation with all the others here.”
“Even people who have, committed crimes can equally enter Heaven?”
“This…is an abandoned place. Strictly speaking there would probably be a ‘Master of the Hellish Yard’, and that person would decide whether the dead can go to Heaven or Hell. But God didn’t deploy a ‘Master of the Hellish Yard’ to this place. So now this place is just a mere highway, unable to fulfill its established role. –That’s what I’ve heard from the others.”
“I see…Are there any new arrivals here, aside from me?”
“Maybe. You should try heading over to the door. Most of the dead people are probably gathering there.”
Gumillia bowed her head to the old man, and then started walking along the river.
.
As he’d said, there was an enormous door there. There was a zigzagging bridge over the river of lava, and it looked as though once you crossed it, you’d arrive at the door.
Before the bridge was a single woman—or no, not a woman but a man. The pervert wearing the maid uniform was there, with his foot planted on a mask-like object.
“Behemo…so you died too.”
“Hey, Gumillia. That’s not it. I was just blown down here to the Hellish Yard by the blast. It’s probably the same for you.”
“What’s the mask?”
“Ah…you mean this guy?”
Behemo scooped up the mask and handed it to Gumillia. The mask was a half-mask that only covered the top of someone’s face, with ominous symbols painted on it. And there was no hole to see out of the left eye section.
“—So we meet again, Gumillia.”
Shockingly, the mask could talk. And she recognized the voice.
“You’re…The Demon of Wrath!”
“Yes, this is my true form. A mask with a will—a species that doesn’t exist in this world, but they flourished in the ‘Second Period’, enough to form a country consisting of nothing but the mask race.”
Behemo took the mask from Gumillia’s hand.
“Seems the blast wielded influence even outside of the mental world. The Demon of Gluttony probably opened a hole when she entered. And so this guy got caught up in it as well.”
Upon hearing that, the mask started cackling.
“Goodness, what a blunder...Though it looks like that other person staying in the key escaped.”
“The other person?” Gumillia asked.
“Yeah. There was another being inside the golden key. Apparently he was repelled from the key as well, and wound up being blow somewhere far away. …I have to think that he’s found some other vessel and climbed inside it by now.”
There were no other figures before the bridge. Gumillia looked around them, and then asked Behemo, “Where are Levia, Irina, Eve, and the ‘Demon of Gluttony’—”
“They didn’t come here. As for what happened to them…I don’t know.”
“Is there a way out of here?”
“I don’t know any way up to the ground world. But it looks like we can head to Heaven for now. Held is likely up there. Asking him about it might be the fastest way to find out.”
Behemo started to cross over the bridge, holding the mask. Gumillia followed after him.
The door was closed, but as Behemo grew closer it opened automatically. A dazzling light seeped out. The light was too bright to see what was on the other side.
“Come on, let’s go—to the ‘Heavenly Yard’.”
Behemo started to enter the door, but the mask stopped him.
“Hold it. Leave me here.”
“…? Why?”
“I don’t want to go to the Heavenly Yard. I don’t want to meet all of them there.”
“But if you don’t, you won’t be able to return to the ground world.”
“I don’t care. I’ve gotten tired of that place. And it looks like there are a lot of new sights here in the Hellish Yard. I would like to start some new research here, now.”
“I see…Well, do whatever you want. See ya, Seth.”
Behemo flung the mask down, and then went through the door.
Gumillia moved to follow him, but the moment that the light touched her left arm, she could feel an extreme heat. She immediately pulled it back.
--Her arm was burned black.
If she entered the door, she’d be burned to a crisp.
“What is it? Aren’t you coming?”
She could hear Behemo’s voice from inside the light.
“Too hot to enter.”
“Ah…So that’s it. That’s a problem. The only ones who can enter the ‘Heavenly Yard’ are dead people. You arrived here in the Hellish Yard while still alive…”
“So why are, you alright?”
“I’m a god. Gods are special cases.”
What did that mean? If she couldn’t go to heaven or return to the ground world, did that mean that she had no choice but to spend the rest of eternity here in the Hellish Yard?
“Is there, really no way to go to the ground world from here?” Gumillia asked Behemo.
“Didn’t I tell you? I have no idea. The only person who knows is ‘Master of the Hellish Yard’—but she’s not here right now.”
“Where, are they?”
“…The Master of the Hellish Yard is my sister, Levia. As long as she’s not in the Hellish Yard, you will never get out.”
Lying on the ground, the mask again started cackling. Gumillia stomped on the mask as hard as she could, and said, steadying her resolve, “…Then, I will wait here. Until the day that Levia—that Elluka Clockworker comes to, get me.”
“Haha, what a laughable thing. My sister, come to get you? …Well, that might end up being the case.”
“--? What do you mean?”
“She’s already regained her memories. And our wish—is to destroy the world. If my sister hasn’t forgotten that, then it’ll come to pass sooner or later. As the ground world is destroyed, the barrier between it and the Hellish Yard will be dissolved, and so it may become possible for you to leave and for her to come here.”
Was Behemo still aiming for the destruction of the ground world? Gumillia asked him, and after a moment she heard his reply.
“I’ve…had enough. I’ve slept for so long I’ve stopped caring about all of that. I had wanted to end everything and rebuild the world anew before humans could prosper. But it’s too late. There are a lot of humans in the ground world now, aren’t there? I no longer have enough inclination left in me to reset them.”
“…”
She prayed that he wasn’t lying. At least, it was the only thing Gumillia could do then.
“Gumillia. I don’t mind that you’re waiting here, but…The Hellish Yard has a miasma. It will slowly eat at your mind. It’d be nice if you could hold onto your sanity until my sister gets here.”
“Wha…!?”
“Well then—I’m off. Try to hang in there, kay?”
She could hear footsteps from within the light. The sound was growing steadily farther away.
“—Wait, Behemo!”
Eventually, she was no longer able to hear the footsteps.
The mask continued to laugh, with Gumillia still pressing her foot down on him
“Is this time to be laughing, Seth? At this rate you and I, will be driven mad by the miasma.”
The mask stopped laughing.
“That is a problem… But managing a situation is the duty of a scientist. First I suppose I’ll start researching a way to ward off the miasma.”
So it seemed that all she could do was put her hopes on Seth’s intellect. Gumillia took her foot off the mask.
“However…” the mask murmured with a serious tone, “Unfortunately, I obviously have no arms or legs as I am now. My research cannot commence in this state. So then. I want to put you to work as my limbs.”
“You want me to help you.” Gumillia thought on it for a moment. “—Fine. Seems like the only way I have.”
“If it’s too troublesome to carry me around, then I’d be ever so grateful if you could put me on as a mask. …Relax. I’m not some cursed mask—I won’t take over your body. It’s just that, being on a person’s face is very calming for me, given that I am, after all, a mask.”
“…Don’t trust you.”
“Oh no, you must believe me. I upheld our agreement during the battle with Lemy, didn’t I?”
“…Tch.”
Clicking her tongue, Gumillia picked up the mask and then put it on.
“—The left eye should be covered up, but I can still see just fine.”
“Don’t make light of my functions. While you are wearing the mask, you can see all even in darkness, and be able to read the hearts of other people. –Come, first we should begin by searching for materials and building some tools.”
Gumillia nodded, and began walking away.
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My Review of The Rising of the Shield Hero
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Yeah, this warning because apparently I curse more than normal here. That should give you a fun indicator of what you’re in for.
Is this a joke? Is Medea really going to watch a recent Isekai anime?
No joke. I am. Yeah, since just about every Isekai I’ve ever watched was made before the year 2012, I thought it was time. And in case you’re not hip to the lingo, Isekai is where a random person is transported to a strange world (different from their’s) and go on an adventure. Things like Escaflowne, InuYasha, Fushigi Yugi, Kyou Kara Maou, and to a far-lesser extent, Sword Art Online! But because I haven’t watched anything made past 2012, and haven’t watched things like Konosuba, ReZero, or Overlord, my knowledge is shit and I should be ashamed.
So I’m going to start with one of 2019’s best animes, The Rising of the Shield Hero.
Naofumi Iwatani was checking out light novels when he was transported into another world. But unlike many other Isekais with this similar setup, Naofumi isn’t alone.
He and three other boys (from alternate timelines of Japan) are transported as well to the kingdom of Melromarc. These four boys are going to be the saviors of the kingdom as the “Four Cardinal Heroes” where they must combat against these entities known as “waves”. However, Naofumi is seen as the weakling from the very beginning due to being the holder of the shield (and is now known as the “Shield Hero”). But it goes even further than that! The king of Melromarc immediately shows his disdain for the shield hero due to the previous shield hero doing something to him. I don’t know what, just fuck the king. The kingdom, the other heroes, and the people of the kingdom did just about everything to Naofumi to make him feel like trash. If he was on fire, they wouldn’t even spit on him to put him out!
Being the lowest-level weapon user, no one will join his team and even if they did…they would swindle him, set him up for failure, and spread the worst lie you could ever lie about. But Naofumi can’t return home due to all four weapon users must be there until they defeat the waves. So Naofumi is stuck in a new world where literally everyone hates him or fears him.
That is until he buys a slave (named Raphtalia) and their EXP points can grow. Along the way, he obtains an egg that hatches into a filolial (later named Filo) who has the ability of turning into a human female. And every now and then, the second princess of Melromarc (named Melty) will come along with Naofumi. Trust me, she’s the nice one in that family.
Let’s watch the struggles and rising of the Shield Hero!
BETWEEN THE SUB AND THE DUB: So this is licensed by Crunchyroll (but I think FUNimation dipped it’s cookie in this milk). I know these two companies divorced some time ago, but FUNimation sees no problem piggy-backing off of Crunchyroll when they get a hit. And yes, this got an English dub and because of that, YES I watched the whole thing dubbed! Done by the good folks in L.A.! I gotta say this was a well-done dub. Well, they did one thing right by hiring Erica Mendez to play Raphtalia. Just about everything Mendez plays is friggin’ gold! Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.
JAPANESE CAST: *Naofumi is played by Kaito Ishikawa (known for Kiawe on Pokemon SM, Genos on One Punch Man, Mitsuo on Golden Time, Urui on Tokyo Ghoul :re, Sakakibara on Assassination Classroom, and Rinne on Kyokai no Rinne)
*Raphtalia is played by Asami Seto (known for Officer Jenny on Pokemon SM, Mado on Tokyo Ghoul, Young Yukiatsu on Anohana, and Shizu Delta on Overlord)
*Filo is played by Rina Hidaka (known for Last Order on Index/Railgun, Ririchiyo on Inu x Boku SS, Kohane on xxxHOLiC, Silica on SAO, Nemesis on To Love Ru: Darkness, and Urara on Food Wars)
*Melty is played by Maaya Uchida (known for Norman on The Promised Neverland, Rikka on Chunibyo, Rui on Domestic Girlfriend, Frenda on Railgun, Yoshino on Food Wars, Irina on High School DxD, and Yusa on Charlotte)
ENGLISH CAST: *Naofumi is played by Billy Kametz (known for Jousuke/JoJo on Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Part IV, Osomatsu on Mr. Osomatsu, Metal Lee on Boruto, and Galo on Promare)
*Raphtalia is played by Erica Mendez (known for Ryuko on Kill la Kill, Haruka/Uranus on Sailor Moon redub, Emma on The Promised Neverland, Nico on Love Live, Yuuki on SAO II, and Tsubaki on Your Lie in April)
*Filo is played by Brianna Knickerbocker (known for Rem on Re:Zero, Akane on Durarara x2, Arisa on Love Live, Anna on The Promised Neverland, Iori on Charlotte, and Erica on Berserk 2016)
*Melty is played by Jackie Lastra (known for Conny on The Promised Neverland and Selka on SAO: Alicization)
FAVORITE CHARACTER: I know I’m gonna have fun with the next category, but I think I spent most of this series hating on several people where I forgot to pick a character I liked.
Well folks, I gotta say that I loved Raphtalia. And after her, Filo! Then Elhart, Queen Melromarc, Melty, and Fitoria! With the exception of Elhart, it’s all women! That’s rare! Don’t worry, there’s one woman that has received a restraining order from this category. On with the worst!
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Y’all know what’s coming!
DISLIKED CHARACTER: Prior to watching this series, I have gotten several warnings about one particular character! Princess Malty or Myne, whatever people call her. This woman is despised throughout the anime community and even going so far as to say she’s on “horrible character” status left only to infamous characters like Griffith, Makoto Itou, and Shou Tucker. And I’m like, “WOW, what did she do, kill a pope?” I mean seriously, how bad could she possibly…?!
*one episode later*
FUCK THIS BITCH: Oh this bitch can burn at the stake for all I care! Yes, everyone else who treated Naofumi like shit can go jump off a bridge. Because I hold no sympathy for towns-idiots that treat a hero with no respect (as I’ve said before with One Punch Man and Dragon Ball Z)! But Myne just took that zero respect and pushed it to a crispy 425 degrees of fuck-roast! In the first episode, she seemed genuine with pitying Naofumi because no one would join his team. That didn’t even last a whole day. Myne ends up faking a rape by lying to the kingdom that Naofumi sexually assaulted her.
Faking a RAPE!
Faking a FUCKING RAPE!
Bitch, this is 2019 (I KNOW IT AIN’T THAT IN THIS KINGDOM, I’M JUST FUCKING PISSED). Faking a rape is a big, fat, NO-NO!
After he spends the little money he had on her to buy equipment, she double-crosses him by setting him up for immediate trouble and switches to the Spear-Hero side. Well fuck you too, you skank! Have fun with your dickhead Spear Hero. And may that be the last time I ever see you!
*several episodes later*
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! You cheating, lying, slut! Just when you think she can’t possibly get any worse, this bitch takes worse and shoves it off a fucking cliff. As if faking an assault wasn’t bad enough, screwing townspeople for your own gain is another story. She would take over a whole town and give no fucks if it’s destroyed by her or her fuck-face spear-hero. Add to that fuck-cake, every time you run into Naofumi, you find some way to screw him over time and time again. This bitch tampered with a fight between the shield and spear hero so that Naofumi could fail and they could steal his only team member away from him! You have your father, the church, your dickhead boy-toy of yours, and the royals wrapped around your little finger. Myne just continues to be worse than tainted peanut butter. I wish she would catch the worst STD imaginable and die a painful death!
*several more episodes later*
AAAAAAAH gabba da da ffuuuu worble BITCH FACE gararba fruznuss SET FIRE plskay adkkin aidnnlwjsnda UP DONALD TRUMP’S ASS galidamdh amoiejwm wwwaasosoh A POPCICLE! FUCK! AAkajrriaja DIDIA LEJHE KLHAEHAE FYUEEajejioqih3hv SSLLSHE3V ADKDKDDHEI333!!!!
Oh, you do not want a translation from my…whatever the fuck I just wrote. Just know that Princess Malty or Myne is worse than hemroids up the ass. I can’t believe this woman is still around, breathing and shit. Also, I’m tempted in re-writing my Top 10 Least Favorite Anime Character list because Myne would definitely be at #4 after Griffith from Berserk.
Okay…Okay…I think I’m calm now.
WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE CUT THIS FUCKING CUNT’S HEAD OFF LIKE A CHICKEN IN CHINA TOWN?!
Now I’m calm! Now then…
ANYONE ELSE WHO NEEDS TO DIE IN THIS SERIES?: So obviously I hate Bitch and Trash (Myne and the King). And I have the same kind of respect for the townspeople who treat Naofumi like shit. I ain’t got time to be dealing with townsidiots again. But if there was anyone else that should get a mention of how much I want for them to be set on fire and I’ll just sit there drinking my ginger ale, it would be Motoyasu.
Now by no means do I hate him more than Miss Bitch over here. But I hate him on the same level as Shinji from the Fate series (which is now teetering on my top 10). I question why he’s still alive and why no one has introduced his face to a jagged boulder. Unlike the other heroes Ren and Itsuki, this guy has got a vendetta against Naofumi from the get-go. And this was like before the sexual alligations came about. After that incident, this fuckturd tries at every turn to make Naofumi’s life worse than it already is by stealing away his crew and challenging him every chance he gets. And when he’s not doing that, he’s screwing over the townspeople and doing very little to be a “hero” (which is his freakin’ title). Then again, Ren and Itsuki aren’t great heroes either, it’s just I really need to lay into Spear-Dick for the shit he’s done.
SHIPPING: Hmm…aaaaahhhh….eeeeee…urrrrggggh…
Naofumi x Raphtalia: I know Naofumi doesn’t see Raphtalia as a romantic partner and more as a partner on his team, but Raphtalia doesn’t see it that way. She is 100% loyal to Master Naofumi. Who could blame her? Naofumi saved her from a lifetime of enslavement and cured her from an illness she’s had for years. She’s grateful and every other hero is crap in her eyes! She’s worshipped the shield hero since she was younger when she would hear stories about the shield hero. So imagine her worry every time Naofumi talks about going back to his home world, she gets horribly upset. Me being very skeptical here, I can’t really imagine this going any further than team partners. I can’t see at the end of the day Naofumi staying in Melromarc forever or Raphtalia somehow returning to Naofumi’s world when all of this ends. So for now, I’m just going to see where this takes us.
FUNNIEST MOMENT: Whenever Motoyasu gets conked in his frank-and-two-beans by Filo! If anyone deserves to be whammed in the nuts, it’s Motoyasu.
SADDEST MOMENT: I don’t usually mention sad moments in anime anymore, but one moment touched me and that was episode 15 where we learned a little more about Raphtalia’s past. Raphtalia, even after losing her parents in a wave attack, she tries her best to keep a smile on her face. But shortly after that, she and many other demi-humans were taken away from their homes and sold off to a nobleman. This is when we see some pretty inhumane moments where Raphtalia and many of her friends are whipped for the fun of it, starved to death, and sold off to traders.
In this episode, we learn about a few of Raphtalia’s friends (Keel and Rifana) from her younger days. The day Raphtalia got sold off, it looked like Rifana was teetering towards death. When the Shield Hero’s party came to rescue the surviving demi-humans (like Keel), Raphtalia went to see if Rifana could possibly be alive. And if the disturbing picture of Rifana’s skeleton doesn’t churn your stomach, I really don’t know what will. God damn, that was just messed up!
I CANNOT TELL A LIE, THIS ANIME HURT: I know I have sadistic tendencies and take joy in the misery of others. But I seriously cannot enjoy any second of the humiliation and degredation given to Naofumi. And it was because of the abuse put on the Shield Hero that made me feel sick to my stomach just watching all this happen to this guy. I thought it would last for a few episodes at the most, but it carried on a lot further than I imagined. Almost to the very end! And every episode you put on, you just wish for some kind of karma to kick in or for one more person to be nice to Naofumi or something, anything to happen!
But because the king has a vendetta against the previous Shield Hero, Naofumi has had to pay a heavy toll by having every horrible crime or offense thrown at him including rape, murder, attempted murder, cheating, witchcraft, and treason. AND HE COMMITTED NONE OF THESE OFFENSES! So you spend just about 20 episodes watching this poor boy having to go through this hell. I can’t even imagine having to go through this kind of torment and some of these moments make me ill in my stomach and quite pissed off. So like I said, this anime hurts to watch.
ENDING: As it turns out, the kingdom is corrupt under the rule of the king and his daughter, Princess Cunt (yeah, BIG shocker there). How corrupt? Well, they were in cahoots with the church that had their own religion praising only 3 of the Heroes (guess which one they don’t praise)! That was until the pope decided that everything must be wiped away because they are “unclean”. That includes the monarchy, the heroes, and their crew! Thankfully, they were able to put an end to this cult, with a little help from the true leader of Melromarc, Queen Mirelia of Melromarc. She finally shows herself and her powers on the battlefield. And now ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the moment everyone and their mama have been waiting for.
JUSTICE IS SERVED: With the queen’s return, come some harsh sentences to her own family. Her husband, the king and her daughter, Princess Malty! I gotta tell you, seeing these two in chains makes my heart so happy. The king was guilty of summoning the four heroes prematurely and causing a lot of harm to the kingdom of Melromarc with the church. Then the queen puts a seal on Myne’s chest, giving her unimaginable pain whenever she lied. That still didn’t stop the bitch from lying! In one swoop, it’s proven that Naofumi was innocent the whole time and that the king and princess were worse than period cramps. And for their crimes, THEY ARE SENTENCED TO DEATH BY GUILLOTINE!
FUCK YEAH! BRING IT ON!
CUT THEIR FUCKING HEADS OFF!
Yeah…unfortunately for my blood-lust self, that didn’t happen. Instead, Naofumi stopped the queen seconds before blood was to splatter. Claiming that the princess and king should be stripped from their titles and must go through life with new names! The king will be named “Trash” and Malty/Myne will be named “Bitch” (or “Whore” when she’s traveling). Okay, I guess it’s all good. With that, the church of the three heroes is abolished and handled a lot better than I thought.
But seriously Queenie, was it really, REALLY a good idea to keep your daughter alive? I know she’s your own daughter and you felt severe hesitation (in the anime) before calling for her execution. But for fuck’s sake, literally a day after she’s spared from the guillotine, she’s poisoning food meant for her sister Melty, Naofumi, and his friends!
IN THIS AFTERMATH: Now has Naofumi finally obtained acceptance throughout the kingdom? Yes and no! Yes, it’s true that the people of the land respected Naofumi after all he’s done. It’s just that some of the other heroes and castle men who still treat Naofumi with such disrespect. The queen wishes for all four heroes to be treated equally and to get along so that maybe they can defeat the waves without too much trouble. Hell, the queen of the filolials also said the same thing! I think Ren and Itsuki have kinda been on board with this for a while (even if they are kinda dickish about it). It’s just that Motoyasu’s still a condescending dick to Naofumi! Sigh!
FINAL WAVE ATTACK: Final one for now! On their way to another land, Naofumi ends up getting chummy with two travelers (L’Arc and Therese).
We meet these fuckers three episodes before the finale.
They’re bad guys, aren’t they?!
Something like that! Yeah, the next wave attack was coming up real quick. And the heroes have to go up against Glass again (the woman who caused a lot of trouble in the midway point of the series). But it turns out L’Arc and Therese are in cahoots with Glass. But it gets really…complicated here!
Glass and L’Arc are both fan and scythe heroes from another world. And they’re destroying the waves on this side along with destroying the people of this world to prevent catastrophy in their world. Yeah, finale time guys! How many parallel worlds and heroes are there?
READ THE LIGHT NOVEL!
Fuck me! Well, Naofumi and the other hammy heroes were able to stop the wave attack once more. And we even get to watch Queen Melromarc in action again! In this aftermath, Naofumi gets a new member on his team. Yes, it’s another female, but at least this one is older than all the other girls that hang with him (making this a little less ewwwie). Rishia was abandoned by Itsuki’s team for…reasons. So she’s going to join Naofumi after she helped in the last wave attack. And we get some last-moment hopeful scenes as we see things that give me hope for people in this series. Raphtalia’s old friends and homeland is getting back into the swing of things and Naofumi will take control over the land. And we wait for this promoted second and third season Crunchyroll swears by. Seriously guys, when are we getting more Shield Hero?
DON’T KNOW! READ THE LIGHT NOVEL AND STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS!
If you can’t already tell, I liked this series! Yes it was unbelievably painful to watch certain things where all of these people gang up on Naofumi and screw him eight ways from Sunday, but I guess good stories have a little struggle. Except here, it’s a lot of struggling! It was an interesting tale and is giving me a little hope for the Isekai genre as a whole. Will I get into all the other recent ones so I can one day watch Isekai Quartet? Don’t get too cocky! I’ll stick to this and maybe head on over to Konosuba later on.
Rising of the Shield Hero was definitely a tale and I highly recommend it. It’s just that if you’re prone to anger when it comes to absolute injustice, half of this series might be a little unbearable to handle. But there were several great moments (particularly from Raphtalia) that kept me going with this series.
Especially episode 4! Best episode of the series! Her undying devotion for Naofumi was definitely one to behold! I can’t wait to learn more about these different kinds of worlds, kingdoms, and heroes in the upcoming stories. In the meantime I will await for these seasons two and three Crunchyroll assures us are coming…They are coming right? You guys weren’t just blowing smoke up our asses in the last CRX convention, right?
READ THE FUCKING LIGHT NOVEL, YOU AUTISTIC TWAT!
I can’t do it! There are too many chapters!
Currently, both FUNimation and Crunchyroll have the entire series subbed and dubbed.
Okay, great stuff! What’s next on my Amazon/Netflix…or Crunchyroll licensed anime!
Magical Girl Site?
Oh fuck. I heard about that first episode. This is gonna hurt.
#the rising of the shield hero#anime review#raphtalia#naofumi iwatani#motoyasu kitamura#malty melromarc#myne#filo#melty melromarc
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The Price (Part 3)
Masterlist. Wergild.
Part 2.
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He didn’t think she could do it. Clarissa couldn’t do it, had reached as far as her hands breaking and had run away in tears, cradling her injured limbs. It had taken weeks for it to heal and the suspicion had doomed their friendship.
She had never suggested trying again and Jace had taken the hint.
He would’ve done it. If he could, he would’ve shouldered the burdens of his entire clan to give them a better life. But, no, it had be an elementalist.
It had to be a willing elementalist. The caveat that had doomed them all. No one was willing to do this, not when the curse had started to build and certainly not now, after all these years. Coercion and threats didn’t work, never worked. The curse could only be lifted by someone who truly wanted to.
And then Clarissa’s little sister had skipped inside and rubbed salt in his wounds, rubbed them so deep he had trouble seeing straight. She knew perfectly well he couldn’t kill her, no matter how badly his hands itched to shove six feet of steel through her heart. Clarissa could forgive him a lot – had, indeed, forgiven him countless attacks and assaults – but her baby sister? No, if Jace killed the girl, he could dig himself a grave.
He couldn’t leave his people without a leader. Not now. Not when Mirai was gasping out the last of her life. Not when five of the six great clans were planning to meet and ratify a peace treaty. Not now.
If he couldn’t kill her, at least he could strip the truth from her words. Anything, she had promised, a deal she couldn’t hope to keep. Let the little girl have a taste of what real life really was and when she went running back to Clarissa, Jace could honestly say she’d asked for it.
“Jace,” Felix sidled up to him and he held up a warning hand. The rest of his clan looked to him, to the girl gingerly placing her hands on the boulder and back to him. They got the message. No interference.
He watched coolly as the stone rippled, earth wrapping around her arms, going higher than it had with Clarissa, almost to the shoulder. He watched, a hint of amusement on his face, waiting.
The stone surged and the girl slumped. Her breathing was ragged. She hadn’t screamed, Jace had to give her credit for that. He shifted forward a step – he wanted to see her face when she admitted she couldn’t do it, when her empty promise turned out to be just that.
She never turned back.
Jace watched in growing confusion as water lapped around her distorted limbs. This was not how it was supposed to go. The girl wasn’t willing, everyone knew that. There was no way she wanted to accept this pain.
The water turned to ice and red dripped down her arms. The harsh breathing grew louder, small whimpers the girl was clearly trying to suppress.
For what felt like an eternity, the scene was frozen. The water, the whimpers, and the active silence of more than fifty people.
Then the flames sparked.
The girl started screaming, a high-pitched keening sound clearly audible over the shouts of his people. They looked at him again, several starting for the girl as if intending to pull her away.
Felix grabbed him and turned him away from the girl on fire. “Jace, you can’t do this!” he yelled.
Jace looked at him. The flames had reached the girl’s shoulder now. “I can’t stop it,” he pointed out, more calm than he felt, “I told her what wergild I would accept. This was her decision.”
“She’s being burned alive!” Felix shouted. The girl’s screams had reached a fever pitch.
“She is willing,” Jace said quietly, “Only a willing elementalist can break the curse.”
His people were looking at him with a combination of disgust and dismay. He didn’t care. If she could do this, if she could break this curse – if he could take his first breath of fresh air…
“Do you think Clarissa will see it that way?” Felix asked, his voice low and cold.
“I don’t care,” Jace shrugged him off, “She killed my sister. She’ll break the curse in repayment.” It was a spark of hope in the crushing darkness of his despair.
“Clarissa will kill you.”
“Then I’ll follow Mirai to the stars, knowing that my people are protected and my clan is safe,” Jace said, meeting Felix’s gaze and narrowing his eyes, “Do you understand?”
Felix stepped back and lowered his head in acquiescence.
The fire had stopped. Good. He couldn’t see anything happening but the girl had her forehead pressed against the stone, unmoving. Was the curse broken? How could he tell?
The question was answered a second later – the boulder crumbled to pieces and sent out a shockwave. Jace staggered back amidst surprised cries – it felt like something inside of him was tearing, something was ripped away and out. He regained his balance and inhaled sharply and –
The air tasted clean. He didn’t even know air could smell so pure. He took another gulp, and another, until he was nearly dizzy. He looked around him in stupefaction – had the leaves always been so green? Had the sunlight always felt so warm, like a blanket around him? Had the earth always felt so solid and supportive under his feet?
He met Felix’s gaze and saw all of his questions reflected in the half-wondering, half-stunned eyes. Was this truly what the rest of the world felt like?
“Chief,” a voice startled him from his reverie – a voice that sounded richer and deeper than it had before – and Jace turned. Most of his people were wandering around in befuddlement, dazed expressions on their face as they turned in circles, but a few had drawn closer to the boulder.
It wasn’t a boulder anymore. It was a pile of rubble, and Jace could see a trickle of water through the debris. The spring, the one his grandfather had talked about. It had been here all along.
Crumpled at the edge of the pile of rubble was a dark, unmoving form. As Jace got closer, he could see the red, bubbling, mutilated mess the girl’s arms had become.
Clarissa was definitely going to murder him for this.
“What shall we do with her?” one of them asked.
Jace bit back his instinctive response – she killed his little sister, she deserved the deepest, darkest parts of hell – and took a breath. She had broken the curse, upheld her promise. She had given wergild and so the debt between them was repaid. Jace had to treat her with the courtesy of a visiting guest, his honor would demand no less.
“Take her to the infirmary, tend to her wounds,” Jace said curtly, turning away himself. He had traded his sister’s life for his people’s future – and he owed it to Mirai to tell her that much.
The infirmary was in chaos when he arrived. The shockwave had not stopped in the clearing and Jace had forgotten to inform the rest of the clan about what was occurring. He sighed – Felix would see to it. He had only one priority now.
“Chief,” Irina stepped into his path, clearly frazzled. He glared at her in annoyance but she ignored it. “What is going on? Has there been an earthquake?”
He looked past her, to the pallet where Mirai lay, her wheezy breathing the only indication that she was still alive. “No,” he said impatiently, “The curse has been broken. The boulder is rubble and apparently the spring our elders talked about was contained within.” He sidestepped her and because her wide eyes told that she clearly wanted more information, he huffed, “You can go outside and get the details.”
He knelt at the edge of Mirai’s pallet and took her cold, clammy hand in his. Her skin was ashen pale and beaded with sweat. Her breath came out in harsh, painful rattles and her lips and fingertips were beginning to turn blue.
The poison was a slow, painful death. There was no cure for bluebell nectar. The fall had paralyzed her from the waist down. All his little sister could do was lie here and wait to die.
Jace lifted her hand and pressed it to his forehead, trying to escape the burning of his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his breath hitching, “I’m so sorry, little sister.”
“Jace…” He had never heard his sister so weak before. Mirai was mischief and laughter and brightness wrapped up in energy and smiles. The girl in the bed was a pale imitation of his sister and it broke Jace’s heart. “What happened?”
“I am so very sorry,” he said, closing his eyes, “So, so sorry, Mirai.”
“What did you do?” She was weak and in pain and hours from death but still quick on the uptake, “What did you do, Jace?”
He lifted his head and looked at her because his little sister deserved that much. “The girl who stabbed you,” he said, stumbling over the words.
“Nerali,” Mirai said faintly.
“Nerali,” Jace repeated. He supposed he would have to remember her name now. “Nerali came here and offered her life as wergild,” he said, “For you.”
Mirai’s next breath was harsher than the last and her fingers grasped at him as she stared, her eyes wide. “No, Jace, tell me you didn’t.” When she didn’t get a response, she clutched at him, “Clarissa will murder you and we will both have died for nothing.”
“I told her that her miserable little life was not worth yours,” Jace said and watched his sister relax and slump back. “So she promised me anything that she could give me as wergild.” Mirai watched him, curious. “I’m sorry, Mirai. I accepted.”
His little sister looked at him with only understanding. He searched for anger or disgust or sadness in her gaze and found nothing but love. “What did you ask for?”
“The curse,” Jace said softly, “The one that can only be broken by a willing elementalist.” Mirai’s eyes widened with every word. “She did it, little sister. The curse is broken. Our people are free.”
He forced a smile on his face so that Mirai could see it even if he never wanted to be happy again. The girl had kept her word, kept her promise and Jace had secured his people’s future at the cost of the light in his.
“That’s wonderful, Jace,” Mirai said, “I –” But whatever she was going to say next was cut off in a flurry of movement as Irina reentered the room.
The healers all around were in a tizzy, muttering and smiling and opening books and scrolls. Irina herself knelt at Mirai’s side and propped up her head, touching a clay pot full of a clear liquid to Mirai’s lips. “Drink,” Irina said, her voice steadfast.
Mirai drank and gasped. “What was that?” she asked and Jace stared at her. Her breathing was better and her skin was no longer so ashen. “That tasted like…” she cast around for words and Jace could hear her voice grow.
“What was that?” he asked, staring at Mirai. A minute ago, she looked like she was moments from death. Now, she looked like she was resting off an injury – still weak, still hurt, but with a chance of getting better.
“The spring water,” Irina said, smiling. It was the first time he’d seen the healer smile in a while. “The spring is back, Jace. Its healing properties…”
“It could cure anything in one pure of heart,” Jace finished, almost numb with disbelief, “Mirai…”
“It will cure the bluebell nectar,” Irina said. Her grin was splitting her face in two. “Now that the curse is gone, our spells should work again. Mirai will heal. Completely.”
~#~
The thatching on the roof of the hut was wound in circles. Nerali laid on the pallet for hours, following the lines over and over and over again. Sometimes someone would come in and change her bandages, sometimes offer her water or a weak broth. Jace had hovered at the door once, staring at her, before disappearing again.
No one talked to her. She didn’t expect them to. She had paid wergild for her crimes, but that didn’t mean they were forgotten. It probably took all their effort not to sneer at her. She should probably be happy that Jace hadn’t taken the opportunity to kill her anyway.
(She wished he had.)
It was awful, laying still and unmoving. Every shift of her torso brought renewed fire lancing down her arms and they were already twin centers of agony. The slightest breeze could inflame the pain to the point where Nerali was biting her lip and scrunching her eyes and doing all she could not to cry out. She often couldn’t tell when she slipped into unconsciousness, because her dreams were of broken bones and ice needles and fire, fire, fire. There was no difference in pain between sleeping and waking.
She opened her eyes to a hushed conversation and groaned when she aborted her movements too late. Pain radiated down and she stayed perfectly still and concentrated on breathing, in and out, until it became mangeable again.
“Here,” a cool, familiar voice said, pressing a clay pot to her lips and inclining her head with a careful hand. Nerali sipped at the water, soothing and fresh, and looked up at her helper.
“Thank you,” she said, as she always did, only to choke on the words as Mirai’s face came into view.
Nerali flailed backwards and the pain exploded. She tried to curl away from the perceived threat but every movement just made it worsen and she finally stopped in a half-curled position, taking fast breaths and trying not to scream. She could barely see Mirai’s face through her blurred eyes but there was no mistaking it.
“Are you haunting me?” she asked through hitched breaths and sobs, “Or am I dead?” If this was the afterlife, Nerali had made a gross miscalculation. She couldn’t survive this pain for eternity.
“Shh,” Mirai’s familiar voice said, though it was softer than Nerali remembered it. There was a hand on her forehead, blissfully cool, and it stroked strands of hair away from her face and delicately wiped away every tear as it fell. “I’m not haunting you. Neither are you dead.”
Nerali closed her eyes tight because there was only one explanation. She didn’t think that this was what losing your sanity felt like, but the agony of lifting the curse could’ve shattered her mind into a million pieces. She had gone mad.
“I’m not dead,” Mirai continued. The careful hands continued their soothing motions, tugging Nerali back into a straightened position and carefully setting her arms back into position. Nerali hissed at every movement but they were being very gentle. The hands didn’t stop Nerali from trying to bury her face in the pillow and merely resumed stroking her hair.
“You are,” Nerali said when she could breathe again. Her next words were small and choked with guilt and regret, “I killed you.”
Jace would never agree to the peace treaty, even with her wergild. She had doused his revenge but would never be able to quell his anger. Clarissa would have peace, but peace without her best friend by her side.
And it was all Nerali’s fault.
“No,” Mirai disagreed, “You saved me.” Her voice took on a tinge of irritation, which made it sound more like Mirai, “I can’t see how helpful that was, given that you first stuck a poisoned sword in my gut and pushed me off a tree –”
“Mirai,” Jace’s voice said, exasperated.
“But no harm, no foul,” Mirai finished on a cheerier note. Nerali opened her eyes and craned her neck to see the door – sure enough, Jace was standing there, the expression on his face torn between annoyed and fond. He was looking at Mirai, who was sitting at Nerali’s side.
Her vision somewhat clearer, Nerali could see a few differences in Mirai. Her skin was paler than Nerali remembered it and she sat awkwardly, like her legs were in the way. Her clothes were as skimpy as usual, though, and Nerali stared at her toned stomach and the large, angry, half-healed gash on it.
“You’re not dead,” Nerali said, blinking at her. A couple of objections voiced themselves in her head and Nerali frowned, “How are you not dead?”
“Careful, sweetheart, you almost sound disappointed,” Mirai grinned at her, the often-seen shark-toothed smile that always meant she was laughing at Nerali’s expense.
“You discovered the spring,” Jace said from the doorway, “A legend of my people is that our spring is protected by the spirits of our clan and the water can heal anyone pure of heart.”
“I discovered what?” Nerali asked. She had broken the curse, she hadn’t done anything about a spring. Had she woken up in some alternate universe where Mirai wasn’t dead and her wergild had been something else? Or was this all a fever dream to make herself feel better?
“In the boulder you shattered,” Jace clarified. That would explain it. All that Nerali remembered of those last moments was pain.
“Which brings me to a problem,” Jace said. Nerali swallowed, but he didn’t look mad. Neither did Mirai, when she glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. “You broke the curse as wergild for my sister’s death. But Mirai isn’t dead.”
Nerali looked at Mirai again and all the signs that pointed to the girl not being quite well yet, no matter what they said about the spring water. “She would’ve been,” Nerali said in a small voice, “Bluebell nectar is fatal and the fall… She would’ve died without your spring water.”
“But she didn’t,” Jace said, an undertone of harshness to his words, “Which means that you gravely injured my sister, but then brought me the means to save her. Those actions would cancel each other out. But that was not all you did – you broke the curse on my people and you allowed us to live freely for the first time in living memory.” He walked a few steps forward and knelt fluidly at Nerali’s side, bowing his head. “What would you like in repayment?” His hands were clenched tightly in his lap.
Nerali flicked a quick glance at Mirai. She was staring at her brother, whiter than before, her mouth a pinched line. “If you do not feel up to making a decision now, I can of course wait,” Jace said, his body stiff with tension, “The spring water is healing you, albeit slowly. You don’t have to give me an answer now.”
She didn’t have to, but judging by the look on Jace’s face, it was going to eat him alive until she did. She hadn’t thought about this situation – she had never dreamed that the head of a rival clan would be asking her for what she wanted. She didn’t know what would be equal payment for what she did, she didn’t even know what she wanted. Nerali wished Clarissa was here – surely her big sister would know what to ask.
Clarissa. That was it!
“The peace talks,” Nerali said hurriedly, “The conference of the clans. Has it started yet?”
Jace looked at her, bewildered. “It starts tomorrow,” he said, “What does that have to do with –”
“Go to the talks,” she cut him off, “Work together with the other clans. Build peace in the land.” Fulfill Clarissa’s dream, she just managed to stop herself from saying.
From the wide-eyed look Jace was giving her, he was shocked. Had she asked for too much? “What?” he asked, sounding slightly strangled.
She had probably asked for too much. “Go to the peace talks,” she mumbled, hunching into her shoulders. Jace was still looking at her like she was from another planet.
“That sounds like a lovely idea,” Mirai said, her voice cheerful but a bite to her words that Nerali couldn’t quite untangle, “Doesn’t it, Jace?”
“Is that all you want?” Jace asked, ignoring his sister, “What if I was already planning to go?”
Well, then she had misjudged him entirely. “Were you?” she ventured.
“No, but –”
“Then that is what I want,” Nerali cut him off, wavering confidence in her words.
Jace looked at her, his face still blank. “I will, of course, go to the peace talks if that is what you truly desire,” he said carefully, and Nerali looked at him. She heard a ‘but’ coming. “But you broke the curse on my people, Nerali. I’m not sure if you understand what you did and how enormous an impact it has had on my clan. I don’t think going to a conference is a sufficient wergild.”
Oh. He didn’t think she was asking for too much. He thought she was asking for too little. “You have to go with the purpose of making peace,” she ventured slowly, “You have to believe in it and strive to make it come true. Work towards a future where the forest is a place of safety and happiness.” This was probably too much, but it would give her a sense of where to meet in the middle. Perhaps to go to the conference and avoid starting a fight? Clarissa had always complained about Jace’s ability to annoy almost anyone, though she hadn’t yet seen that particular talent.
Jace looked at her, his gaze intense, and she waited for his answer. “I would consider that a sufficient wergild,” he said finally and Nerali exhaled in relief. Clarissa would be so happy. She had finally managed to fix the monumental mistake that had started with a poisoned sword and a twenty-foot drop.
(Perhaps Clarissa would even smile at her and ruffle her hair and say that she had made her proud.)
“Nerali,” Jace spoke again, his voice soft and careful, “Are you sure that this is what you want?” He looked at her with a searching stare, “I don’t wish to sound rude, but you didn’t seem like you were that interested in the peace talks.”
Nerali flushed because it was true. She hadn’t cared and that loss of caring had led her into the forest on a patrol a week before the carefully balanced peace talks even though something was obviously going to go wrong.
“Clarissa dreamed of peace,” she said. A peace with Jace by her side, she hadn’t said, but it had been obvious enough.
“I know she’s fanatic about it,” Jace managed a small smile, “But I didn’t know you were.”
“She’s my sister,” Nerali said, looking away, her voice getting smaller, “And I almost ruined her dream beyond repair.” She looked back to Jace, “I had to fix it.”
Jace blinked and looked to Mirai. Nerali followed his gaze but by the time she turned her head, Mirai was looking down at her and offering her another sip of water. She took a gulp of it and laid back down, looking back up at the circles of the thatched roof. There was a smile tugging at her lips, and something loosened inside her chest, something that had tightened when Clarissa had looked at her with those sad, tired eyes.
It wasn’t an ideal position – her arms still hurt like hell – but she had managed to deal with all the consequences, and all by herself, too! She could comfort herself with the surprised but delighted look that would be on her sister’s face when Nerali explained everything she’d done. Clarissa would be so proud.
“Nerali,” Jace asked quietly and she turned her head towards him, “Did Clarissa say that you had to fix your mistake? Did she tell you that it was your fault?”
“No, of course not!” Nerali frowned. Like she was a child that needed to be scolded. She could take the blame for her actions by herself.
“Then why did you come here, Nerali?” Jace asked in the same tone of voice. It sounded remarkably similar to the time Aiden coaxed an injured leopard cub out of hiding.
“To pay wergild,” Nerali blinked at him. Was something wrong with Jace? Did breaking the curse have a mental effect?
“It wasn’t your responsibility,” Jace said levelly, “Wergild is usually negotiated between clans.”
“Oh,” Nerali had not known that, “But it was my fault.” And she didn’t want to put Clarissa in the position of ordering her into a dangerous situation or accepting capitulations. Jace cast another glance at Mirai and Nerali frowned.
“You said you were expecting to die when you came here,” Jace said haltingly, pausing before every word, “But you knew that wouldn’t happen, right?”
“I didn’t think of it before you pointed it out,” Nerali mumbled, not looking at Mirai.
“Think of what, exactly?”
“That obviously my life would not be worth hers,” Nerali said, her voice dropping even lower. She hunched into her shoulders again.
“Don’t be silly,” Mirai said, her voice determined, and Nerali straightened again, “Jace would never have killed you because if he did, Clarissa would’ve come after him. In fact, it’s extremely fortuitous that this sequence of events have resolved themselves with minimal bloodshed and little lasting damage.”
“Clarissa wouldn’t have come after you,” Nerali said, incredulous, though Mirai was right, it was incredibly lucky, “It was wergild. She would understand.” She frowned – she hadn’t thought of what Clarissa would’ve felt if she’d heard of Nerali’s death. Yet another person she hadn’t considered would be affected by the consequences of her actions.
Jace’s face was doing something funny, his expression twisted somewhere between disbelief, confusion, and horror. “She would understand,” Jace repeated, his words devoid of all emotion, “She would understand that her baby sister was murdered and would do nothing about it?”
“Not murder,” Nerali said, wincing. “Payment.” This conversation had certainly taken an odd turn. “She loved Mirai too, you know,” she said, her words soft and reproachful.
“Nerali,” Jace said. He sounded calm, but he didn’t look it, his hands clenching into fists and a muscle jumping in his jaw. “What did she say to you when she heard what you did? Exactly.”
The words had echoed in Nerali’s head since she first heard them and even now they felt like daggers to the heart. She repeated them warily, not understanding the undercurrent of anger in the room, but recognizing it nonetheless, “That she loved Mirai like her own sister and she understood what you were going through.” She paused, but Jace was looking at her, expectant. “That your rage would burn down the world if it wasn’t put out.”
There was a long silence. Jace looked at her blankly, unmoving. Nerali turned to Mirai, but her face smoothened over the instant she saw her and Mirai mutely offered her another sip. When she turned back, Jace was getting to his feet.
“Well, it’s clear she still understands me, though I’m not sure I still understand her.” He nodded at Nerali, “Thank you for this great service you’ve done to my clan, Nerali. I hope you will consider partaking of our hospitality until you recover.” He looked to Mirai, “I need to pack quickly if I’m to reach the conference tomorrow. I know Irina wanted to check up on you again.”
Mirai got up ungainly and Nerali could see clearly that she hadn’t fully recovered yet. She leaned heavily on Jace’s arm as she limped out the door, flashing a quick smile at Nerali before she left. Nerali relaxed back into the pillows, feeling so much lighter. Everything had been fixed and Jace was going to strive for peace. With both Jace and Clarissa working together, her sister’s dream would come true. She would probably take Jace up on his offer – she didn’t want to see Clarissa’s face when she saw Nerali’s arms, and it would probably be better to do a quick check-up on the spirit spring before she left, just to make sure that the curse had fully dissolved.
Nerali slipped back into sleep, content.
~#~
He waited until he was out of earshot of Nerali’s hut, which was honestly more self-control than he thought he had. “She what?” he hissed, furious. Mirai leaned against a nearby wall. Several people in the vicinity were pretending quite hard that they weren’t eavesdropping. “She basically told her sister that she was responsible for the breakdown of peace in the forest!”
“To be fair, she would’ve been,” Mirai pointed out.
“Nerali is her sister,” Jace hissed, unable to put the roiling pit of anger and fear inside of him into words, “Her sister.”
“Jace,” Mirai started tentatively, but Jace cut her off.
“Her baby sister, Mirai,” he said, crossing to her and gripping her shoulders tight, “Have I ever said something like that to you? Have I ever even implied it?”
“No, Jace, of course not,” Mirai placed a soothing hand on top of his, “You would never do that, I know.”
“But Clarissa did,” Jace said, closing his eyes. All this time, and he thought she had been the righteous one. “She basically told her that her life was worth less than yours.”
“She didn’t say that,” Mirai said quietly, “She would never say that.”
“That’s what she implied,” Jace said, “That my anger was a bigger problem than her baby sister’s continued survival.” He felt sick to his stomach. He had dug his fingernails into his hands to stop from breaking something when Nerali was talking. “It’s what Nerali heard, otherwise she wouldn’t have walked all the way over here to throw herself on a sword.”
She hadn’t even seen anything wrong in it. She had asked for peace because it was what her sister wanted. She had been ready to die, thinking it was what her sister wanted.
“I thought it was a joke,” he said finally, “When she arrived at the gates, talking about wergild. I thought it was cruel mockery. Offering me exactly what I wanted and knowing I couldn’t take it. Watching me fight my revenge to save my people – forcing me to acknowledge that something took priority over you, even as you were dying.” Mirai was silent. “But it wasn’t a joke, was it? She was serious.” He swept Mirai into a hug, holding her crushingly tight until he could feel her heartbeat. She squawked at him, but he didn’t let go.
“Promise me you would never do that,” he said, loosening his grip slightly, “Promise me, Mirai, that you would never give your life up for anything or anyone, thinking it’s what I want. Promise me.”
“I promise,” Mirai said softly.
“It doesn’t matter if you burn this whole forest down until there’s nothing left but ashes, because I will not blame you. I will never blame you,” he pulled back until he could meet her eyes, “And if you die thinking it’s what I want, I will slit my own throat, do you understand?”
Mirai swallowed, tears in her eyes, and nodded mutely. Jace fought back the burning in his own eyes and hugged her again, hoping that if he held her tight enough, he could forget what Nerali had said.
He finally let her go, wiping at his eyes roughly. The people around them had given up all pretense of pretending not to listen. Several of them looked shocked. Many looked as sick as he’d felt listening to Nerali. The healer outside of Nerali’s hut, paused with a small cup of soup in her hands, was white-faced and sorrowful.
“Chief.” He turned to meet Felix’s determined gaze, “Tell us she’s not going back there.”
“I strongly suggested she stay here until she’s healed,” Jace said hoarsely, “I trust you can manage to keep her here without using actual force.” The healer nodded. “She’s disoriented and woozy from the pain, so it shouldn’t be too hard.” He turned back to Felix, “You should pack. We’re leaving for the peace talks.”
Felix blinked, “We are?”
“Yes,” Jace said, “Nerali asked that as repayment for breaking the curse and I accepted. Besides, it gives us the perfect opportunity.” A slow smile stretched across his face as he thought of the possibilities.
“Opportunity, chief?” Felix asked.
“To show Clarissa the error of her ways.” And he would make sure she’d learned her lesson before letting Nerali anywhere near her again.
~#~
Part 4.
#whump#whumpfic#wergild#arc: the price#consequences#not as dead as claimed#still cripplingly low self-esteem#don't worry#people are going to fix that
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DSoE: MotHY; Chapter 2-Hunt for the Deadly Sins
Master of the Heavenly Yard chapter content summary under the cut.
New character names untranslated: Feizaa
-Scene 1
There's a bit of recap about Gallerian Marlon, how he built a theater in the forest (Evils Theater) and how he only screened one film there about his collection. His lover was the screenwriter. He died before the film was finished. His "doll" that he cherished was the director of the theater. Etc.
-Scene 2
Gammon Octo is watching a movie in Evils Theater and remembering when he arrived there. It was after he had become head of the Tasan Party. His position had come with a lot of intel, and from that he'd found out that the Venom Sword was at the theater.
At that time, he was suffering a curse on his body. Basically it made him full of lust towards women, which made it difficult for him to get anything done. He tried to stay away from women, but that was pretty hard with Nemesis as his second in command. And he didn't want to hurt her, as she's the woman that his brother loved. In the end, he abandoned his post and ran to Aceid, eventually ending up at the theater.
He'd been planning to use the Venom Sword to cure his curse.
Gammon sees the red wineglass on the movie he's watching, and shudders (despite being dead now). The narrative recalls that the demon Banica Conchita resides in it, otherwise known as "Master of the Graveyard". When they'd met in the graveyard she seemed to have no interest in him--but the servants were another matter. They'd attacked him. He wasn't afraid--he was a soldier, after all.
When he'd fought them, though, a large man had appeared and turned into a giant skeleton monster. The World Eater (which he'd heard stories about). The World Eater had attacked, and Gammon lost consciousness. When he awoke, he was in the theater. He started living there as the "gardener".
Gammon stands up and turns off the movie. Just before it turns off, he sees two mirrors in it. This reminds him of "Waiter" (written as "matsumono"). If it hadn't been for her, he'd have been killed by the theater inhabitants. She'd also cured his curse for him with the Venom Sword. Even if he ended up dying anyway.
Two "punishments" were fired at the forest. The first one did not destroy the theater, as the previous gardener--the sorceress of time--protected it with her powers. But when the second one hit, the sorceress was already dead, so it blew up and he died.
He wonders if what he's doing is revenge. But he decides it isn't, as it's not personal.
He hears the sound of people gathering below the theater, his comrades. He gets up to head outside to lead them, to save the world.
-Scene 3
There's no lights out in the wasteland, but the moon makes it decently easy to see. Though Allen and Nemesis can't trust what they're seeing, as they enter the Millennium Tree forest despite it having burned down before the world ended.
Allen doesn't think it's so strange, comparing it to Nemesis' false clinic that she was in as Levia. Nemesis comments on that too (and confirms the facility was, apparently, in Moscow in the Second Period). From her commentary it seems turning people's thoughts into reality is specifically a function of the Hellish Yard?
Allen comments on her catching on quick--appropriate as former Master of the Hellish Yard. He explains that he knows that because of all that he learned inside the BlackBox on the moon (though he doesn't understand everything because he's not a genius and there's some things he doesn't know from the BlackBox, such as everything about the Second Period).
Nemesis comments that if Sickle is the one who made that BlackBox, then it's like "her" to leave the info out on purpose. Allen is confused at that--having always assumed Sickle was male. Nemesis says that's just her understanding of Sickle (she doesn't seem 100% sure herself). They brush past it, Allen saying Nemesis probably knows more about the Second Period. That's why she's with him (and also because she knows more people, having lived through history longer than him, such as the spirits in the Millennium Tree Forest).
Nemesis goes to touch a tree--it's solid, but it still feels strange. She sees a fox nearby, but after looking at it, it vanishes into the forest. Nemesis recalls its name as "Phaser", one of the spirits who lived there. Normally they're friendly, but of course she's the one who destroyed the forest that they live in.
Allen says that Michaela is not ruling the forest, but rather its previous god is. Held jumps into the conversation at that point, as a bluebird. Nemesis calls him "Professor Held". He's a bluebird after struggling to manifest in the ground world (despite not being allowed to? Idk it feels like a handwave so not looking at that too closely).
They talk a little about how Nemesis destroyed the world, and she refuses to apologize for it, as that had been her goal from the start, despite Held and Hazuki trying to stop her. Held comments on her infection from malice, and she invites him to try killing her. But doing that won't bring the world back, so he won't. He's since lost sight of what "evil" is anyway while observing the likes of Seth and Irina and the rest.
After a short silence, Nemesis says that evil is people who won't obey the established rules and such. But Held points out people like Gallerian and Riliane, who used the rules to do their evil. Nemesis says that there's many rules--those of countries, laws, individuals, and gods. It's the one who wins out in the end who is just. Nemesis is the one who won in the end, so she is just.
Held says she might be the only one alive, but it's still possible for the dead to kill the living now. If she really wants to win, she needs to do something about the enormous black box in the sky. It's not an illusion of anyone in the Third Period--no one there knows about that. Even to Allen, it's a slightly different form than the one he knows.
It's not a type E or type L box. It's a type S. The kind invented by Seth Twiright. But there weren't any type S models brought along on the Climb One. Then Nemesis remembers the box that Irina had used during the duel of Merrigod Plateau, which she'd called a type S.
[Here is an illustration of Allen, Nemesis, and Held, with the Black Box in the background (split screen--Nemesis is looking at it)]
Therefore the box is not an illusion, but the real deal. Seth didn't make it while he was with her as far as she knows, and Gumillia wouldn't have allowed such a thing while they were together in the Hellish Yard.
Allen suggests they go to it. He points out that Evils Theater is floating above it. Nemesis is confused because buildings don't float, and Allen speculates that it's an illusion conjured by a child or someone with an infantile personality. Nemesis tells Held goodbye, waving off his offer of reintroducing her to her old colleagues as they're no longer the crew of the Climb One that she knew. Held says there are exceptions to that, people who have recalled their past, but Nemesis doesn't ask about that.
She asks him why he became the earth god Held, as one of the people who objected to controlling the third period. He says it was what the "Moon Goddess" wanted, and no one could go against that.
He won't say any more, so Nemesis and Allen head out.
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Right now they appear to be heading south. Nemesis asks Allen if he knows anything about the "Moon Goddess". He says it wasn't in the BlackBox archive, which means she isn't from the Third Period. Nemesis thinks it was the nickname of someone from the Climb One, but doesn't know who. She isn't a person who likes solitude but she was always too invested in her research to pay attention to people (her research into people's psychology, ironically).
As they get close to the black box (just a note--the black box here is called "black box" in Japanese, rather than the all caps English BLACKBOX that the other one is) they see a lot of souls gathered around it. They advance so as to not be seen. They see that the souls are men wearing soldier uniforms. There are probably over a hundred of them. They're all sitting down as though they're worshipping the black box. Nemesis realizes they're wearing the uniforms of Tasan Elphegort. She even recognizes some of them as her subordinates. Encheri, Polrio, Areus, etc.
She doesn't approach them, a little weirded out by what they're doing. She sees Gammon up on top of the black box, recognizing him by his voice as he shouts down to the gathered soldiers. She'd looked for him at the theater before--the first time was a failure, and the second time is when she'd met her mother, and she'd left before seeing him.
After a short period they hear Gammon explain the circumstances of the world's destruction for those who might not have cottoned on yet (recap basically). He explains that there are two kinds of humanity in Evillious--normal people and those afflicted with "HER". He says Queen Merry-go-Round of Levianta tried to destroy those who had "malice", but failed, and that their spread over the world is the cause of all tragedy. He lists off events like the Venomania event and such, saying that while people think it's because of demons, really it's the "evil" that dwells within people that's to blame. He says that the Tasan party fought against this, but they failed to realize the evil among their own ranks.
Nemesis knows where he's going with this.
He says that Nemesis was evil. It's not just her--the whole world was full of evil at that point. It's that reason the world was destroyed. However, he says that the gods have given them a chance to fix that with the Black Box. He declares that they must expunge the evil souls among them. He then jumps from the box and floats down to the ground.
Gammon notices a young soldier who seems nervous, and asks he speak his mind. The guy says basically that there's way more people in this world than there were before the world ended, and he doesn't think they can kill all the evil ones with just the numbers they have there.
Gammon's not worried--he tells him to relax, saying there's no need to fight all the evil in the world. He goes into a speech using blood and hearts as a metaphor basically saying they're going to kill the root of evil, which is just five people/souls.
The BlackBox acts as a screen showing them their targets (with a grid pattern appearing on it first before it disappears to show them one by one). The first is Banica. The next is Kayo (Allen recognizes her). The next is Riliane (which also shocks Allen and Nemesis). The next is Venomania, which causes some disturbance as he looks a lot like Gammon and he's his ancestor. The next and final one is Nemesis.
At that, Nemesis puts a hand on Allen's shoulder and tells him they should leave, and they do.
-Scene 5
They discuss it after they leave the forest. For one thing, Gammon said a few times in his speech he got this mission from the gods. There's only four actual gods in Evillious. Held, Sickle, and Levia and Behemo. It couldn't have been Levia, obviously. And the odds of the other three telling that to him are unlikely. There's a chance it was all a lie on his end, but still.
They talk about him a little, Nemesis affirming that Gammon has a lot of charisma to command the soldiers like he does, although he didn't seem that devout when she knew him. Allen points out that, barring Venomania, his targets have almost no connection to him personally. Except Riliane (Nemesis points out)--he must have known her as Postman.
They realize all the targets are people who contracted with a Demon of Deadly Sin. But they're not the only contractors in history.
Nemesis suggests asking Gammon directly about all this. She doesn't think it's dangerous, as they're all dead and she's alive, but Allen points out she was able to touch him right before they left. She wonders to herself if a living human can touch mere spirit data, though she doesn't know enough to say. It seems Sickle's rules are all messed up.
She changes the subject to how Gammon intends to get rid of people who are already dead. Allen asks if the BlackBox would allow him to achieve that, and Nemesis recalls that the function of the Type S BlackBox is transitioning to a parallel world. She recalls that the world her spirit data traveled to when she used it once as Levia was very similar to her own world, and that's where she met her "other self".
Allen speculates that Gammon might use the box to send them somewhere where they'll never return, which would do the job in a nutshell. Nemesis then says that with that in mind, it's likely the "god" who told him all this was Seth. However, Seth is under Gumillia's supervision now, so it's also unlikely. She says they should ask him personally about it.
Allen ran into Michaela when he first touched down on the world in the forest. Gumillia and Seth he ran into while they were trying to track down criminals who had escaped from hell. These criminals were demon contractors. So, if they go where Gammon and his soldiers are searching, they might run into Seth and Gumillia. Though, among Gammon's targets, Gumillia's only hunting Venomania.
Nemesis is alive, Banica is a demon now, and Riliane was reincarnated before she could go to hell. Nemesis points out it's odd she and Allen reincarnated--that was something that the Twins of God could do, but they aren't the Twins of God, they only look alike. Allen doesn't know why--Sickle had only told him he was "Irregular". Nemesis thinks it has some relation to the circumstances of their birth.
Back to the criminals Gumillia is hunting, Allen explains that she took Kayo her in as her personal seamstress (?), unwilling to send her to hell as she looked so much like Elluka. Nemesis finds this funny. The outfit that she's wearing as Master of the Hellish Yard is Kayo's work.
They should head to Asmodean to find Venomania, but Allen still wants to go to Lucifenia, likely worried about Riliane.
Allen behaves more like an adult than he did when he was alive--he learned a lot of knowledge over 500 years from the BlackBox on the moon, etc. But he's still human, and he still has people he cares about.
Allen points out it's not just his own personal feelings--Riliane was in the theater once as Postman. She might know something about Gammon's black box. They also need to head there because Riliane's holding a party with a lot of people gathered there--among them is likely to be lots of demon contractors like Kyle and Mikina, increasing their chances of finding Gumillia. There's also Prim, but she probably wouldn't be at the party. Not to mention, Gumillia is familiar with a lot of the people at the party personally.
And on top of all that, there's people Allen wants to see again. And it's closer than Asmodean. It's just a little ways further south.
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I’ve been having fun with Google Translate
So here is the movie Aftershock (2012), according to Google Translate:
Aftershock is a 2012 Chilean-American horror film starring Nicolas Lopez and Mino’aka Roth. Written by Lopez, Rossi Guillermor Mod, based on the story of Rossi Lopez. Three tourists, Gringo Ariel and Polo, traveled to Chile. Was lucky three young women, the Hungarian sisters Monica ,Kylie , Russian girl Irina. They were married and decided to go to Valparaiso together. During the earthquake in Valparaiso a new tree was enjoyed, the railway, those who fell to the ground were destroyed. When Ariel tried to help him, he broke his arm. The group tried to leave, but their door prevented another throw. The cleaner enters the hole near the water tank. While walking, a truck caught the old man and killed him.
As they made their way down the road, a group of people tried to get out of the car, but to no avail. Ariel developed anorexia and the company decided to take her to a mountain hospital as soon as possible. A tsunami alert was issued and everyone went to the parking lot to climb the hill. After much deliberation, the drunkard agreed to leave Ariel alone in the car.
Workers were watching the car reach the top of the hill when the cable suddenly broke and the car fell again, destroying the car and killing all the occupants. The tombs are trying to get to the church on the hill through a cave that was previously hidden. The group arrived at a hot street party, where prisoners escaped from a nearby prison damaged by the earthquake. She tried to escape, but the women of the group welcomed her. As he ran, a part of the house fell into Gringo’s hands, keeping him alive. Monica and Polo help Irina and Kelly stay with Greening. While they are looking for help, Monica and Polo find the train wrecked out of control.
Even though the pit was closed, the truck stopped and one of the flames in the car ran into a tree. Polo and Monica release the surviving firefighters. He explained that some detainees were trying to rob a train. As a result, they went out of control. Meanwhile, Kylie hears the prisoner coming while Irina tries to calm down Gringo . Gringo tells Kilie and Irina to hide. The women hid in the tomb while the prisoners threatened Gring.
They served her alcohol and threatened to set her on fire if she didn't tell them where the women were. The terrified gringo pointed to their hiding place. Irina left her hiding place and tried to escape. He was immediately arrested by prisoners. The leader of the prisoners killed Irina while the others sat and joked. Gringo throws rocks at the guide and tries to help Irina. The king was angry, he set him on fire, burned Gringo alive and died. Kylie, hearing all the noise outside, decided to run. Kylie is able to escape and meet Monica and the others. They returned to Irina and left Polo with the king's brother who had died. When the team left the place where the prisoners and leaders saw her sister's body, they shot and killed Irina.
The rest of the group escapes to find a fortress in the courtyard with the other animals that live there. The single mother refuses to let them go, but the neighbor wants to open the door. When Pollo asked, the woman shot him in the chest and injured him. Others help carry it, but choose to hide it so they can ask for help. Poll's phone rang immediately and one of the inmates heard him and found him. They killed him and continued to persecute other people. The group arrived at the church, where they were rescued by a priest who locked the door in time. When an aftershock occurs, the church begins to fall.
The priest leads them to a secret passage in the church. The group descends a staircase through a secret passage, with a storm shaking the staircase. The priest fails the trial and Kylie dies and an iron bar pierces her thigh. Monica, meanwhile, only resisted because she was the last to go down the stairs. The firefighter tries to help Kylie by removing the object and taking off her clothes to try to stop the flow. He takes off his coat to show the prison flags on his arms and shoulders. She was one of the prisoners who escaped carrying the engine, Kylie was scared and didn't promise to tell anyone.
Monica is able to find some ropes and walk down the stairs until she skates. He saw Kylie's body in one of the tunnels. A firefighter / prisoner tried to kill her, but the earthquake hit her and Monica managed to kill her with a knife. Monica managed to escape between the cave and the beach. He was walking on the beach, shivering, and finally made safe. When he turned around, he saw the tsunami approaching.
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EVENT 006, PART IV: HOGSMEADE, CHAPTER 2
After snowing steadily all morning, the air had finally fallen silent, as if it could sense something was about to happen. Students, professors, and holiday guests were none the wiser, still walking around in the cold winter air, bundled up but most of them, red-cheeked with joy. Despite it being the new year, there was still a strong sense of holiday cheer, and most happenings of the morning were light-hearted and filled with brightness.
How quickly their faces fell when out of nowhere, thirty terrifying figures Apparated onto the scene. Wearing the white robes of Grindelwald’s Army, his mark in bright red on their backs, and their faces painted like skulls with the same colors. They didn’t hesitate and immediately started sending out curses in every direction, albeit all non-lethal, Hogsmeade quickly fell into chaos.
As soon as the playing field was under their control, the army started going after their real targets ━ Death Eaters, and anyone who was associated with them. Payback for the way they’d been framed against the centaurs, but the hatred with which they fired Unforgivable Curses signified their much stronger feelings of hatred against this enemy. Students who sided with Grindelwald were completely taken by surprise as well, and the terror displayed on almost every single face was completely real.
People were attacked left and right, fights broke out all over the little village, buildings were destroyed and lit on fire. What was supposed to have been a day of fun to end the holidays had turned into absolute terror.
RITA SKEETER went to hide in an old cellar, where she’d have a perfect view of the fight going on, whilst simultaneously stay safe from the attack. It was only after BERTRAM AUBREY fell down the stairs and tumbled into the basement with her and the building collapsed on top of her exit, she started to regret her decisions.
Caught fighting against a much more powerful enemy, RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE is both disarmed and injured. He is about to be finished off by the Grindelwald supporter until ALICE FORTESCUE sweeps in and saves him. She tries to help him escape from the fight and get them to safety.
After being hit by a horrible curse, LUCIUS MALFOY finds himself gravely injured and on the brink of death. He is trying to get to safety, but with all the enemies around him, it’s near impossible. Luckily, AMELIA BONES is there to defend him - though she’s not very happy about it.
JAMES POTTER and LILY EVANS are trying to do the best they can, defending those who need to be defended and fighting to protect others, they make quite the formidable pair. It’s just PETUNIA EVANS that seems to have gotten stuck with them that occasionally messes things up.
Seeing some army members going in the direction of his students, FILIUS FLITWICK quickly follows them to fight off whatever they were about to do to LILIANE CHASTAIN and LORCAN D’EATH. Unfortunately, in his defense, they catch him by surprise with a painful curse - the army members think it’s over, but they forgot about the two Ravenclaws, ready to defend their beloved Head of House. LILIANE also takes an injury, but they make it out.
ANTONIN DOLOHOV is trying to make sense of the situation and why he wasn’t informed when a stray spell from a defending REMUS LUPIN hits him. Already filled to the brim with anger, he decides to return the favor.
With a huge target painted on their backs, ANDROMEDA BLACK, EVAN ROSIER and NARCISSA BLACK are cornered by six enemies. The army members know that getting their hands on a Black means great renown, and went after the two youngest girls because they seemed like the weakest links. They are surprised by EVAN and how hard they fight back, however - and luckily, all three of them make it out injured, but safe.
Hit by a stray spell, NOURA SHAFIQ is being taken care of by POPPY POMFREY. A random Death Eater seems to mistake her white-and-red nurses’ clothing for a Grindelwald’s Army member, and fires off a curse in her direction, leaving her heavily injured as well. OTTO BAGMAN finds the two and tries to heal them best he can, before helping carry the both of them out of the fighting lines.
GABRIELLE BELLAMY and EDGAR BONES find themselves in a vicious attack against five members of Grindewald’s Army. They are soon joined by KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT. The ensuing fight is show-stopping, and all three fight with such fluidity and comfort that it seems like they’ve been dueling together for years. GABRIELLE and KINGSLEY make it out injury free, but EDGAR is hit in the thigh with a Laceration Curse.
JOSEPH MULCIBER finds himself in a battle for his life against four members of Grindewald’s Army. During the fight, he ends up setting fire to the shop he’s in. Just when things are looking dire, RUBEUS HAGRID rushes in to help. Despite waging a tough battle, JOSEPH finds himself knocked unconscious. HAGRID then throws him over his shoulder and rushes him to safety.
FLORENCE CONSTABLE, terrified by what is going on, takes refuge in Ceridwen’s Cauldron. She notices one really large cauldron in the back room that seems like the perfect hiding spot! Only, when she climbs inside, she realizes the spot is already taken by a terrified BEAU WILKINSON. They decide to share the cauldron and wait out the battle together.
ADELE IVERS gets caught in a burning building, the same building set aflame by JOSEPH MULCIBER. She is caught in wreckage, unable to escape, when DORCAS MEADOWES and MARLENE MCKINNON hear her screams. Together, DORCAS and MARLENE work hard to rescue ADDIE from the flames.
FANTA CARROW, the mother of AMYCUS and ALECTO CARROW, is hit by a Blasting Curse fired from a member of Grindewald’s Army. FANTA had been at lunch with AMYCUS, and his new fiance, EMMA VANITY when this occurs. Enraged, AMYCUS kills the attacker, his first act of murder. This draws the attention of multiple other fighters, but AMYCUS and EMMA manage to fight their way out. Unfortunately, FANTA succumbs to her injuries and passes away before the duel is done.
PINKY PARKINSON rushes through Hogsmeade in a desperate search for her little brother, POWELL. She finds him inside of Zonkos, only he’s not alone. LOGAN WILKES is there too, and together, they all move towards the door to find a way to safety. Unfortunately, they are stopped by two members of Grindewald’s Army. LOGAN has the opportunity to escape, but that means they must leave PINKY and POWELL to fend for themselves. Do they leave the siblings behind or do they help them get to safety?
SEVERUS SNAPE and PROFESSOR SLUGHORN were both trying to have a quiet afternoon of shopping. They’re in J. Pippins Potions when the fight breaks out. They’re safe inside, but they’re surrounded outside. It’s too many opponents to fight with wands alone, so they’re forced to use all of the Potions around them to fight their way out. Good thing they’re both Potions experts.
VALERIUS VANITY, ALEXEI KRUM, and LUMINA ORION are all running away as fast as they can, however, when LUMINA is hit by a stray curse, VALERIUS and ALEXEI must work together to carry her to safety, while also making sure that they don’t end up hurt themselves.
LUDOVIC BAGMAN takes off in a sprint from the moment he detects trouble. He’s nearly safe when he finds himself caught in the crash of a collapsing building. Coincidentally, this is also the building that JOSEPH MULCIBER lit up in flames. Severely injured, and unable to move, LUDOVIC begins to fear for the worst when a white-robed figure begins to close on him. However, to his greatest relief, SAVANNAH WILKINSON comes to his defense. It is now up to her to rescue LUDOVIC, while also defending the both of them from any oncoming attackers.
REGULUS BLACK struggles to defend himself against his attackers, but he is outnumbered by the sheer volume of people coming at him. He is saved by his elder brother, SIRIUS BLACK, only SIRIUS is badly injured after coming to his aid. Does REGULUS stay behind to help his brother or does he leave SIRIUS behind?
FABIAN PREWETT has found himself standing shoulder to shoulder with GRETA CATCHLOVE and ALECTO CARROW. When the battle is finished, GRETA is left on the ground injured. ALECTO is more concerned about the whereabouts of her brother, so she leaves the pair to their own devices. It is now up to FABIAN to keep GRETA safe, alive, and free from any further harm.
When Grindewald’s Army descends on a group of students, fellow member NADEZHDA BURKE is the only one left unharmed. Enraged, suspicious, and confused, BELLATRIX BLACK corners NADEZHDA alone, determined to get answers out of her one way or another.
ANDREI DRAGANOV and IRINA DRAGANOVA find one another soon after the fight begins. They quickly realize that neither one knew anything about the attack, to IRINA’S disappointment. ANDREI is accidentally hit by a friendly-fire curse, meaning IRINA must -- reluctantly -- help her brother get to safety.
ROLANDA HOOCH defends muggle CALLIE AUBREY in the fight, and works hard to get her to safety.
CASSANDRA WILKES and DAISY HOOKUM are enjoying a nice drink at the Hogs Head when the chaos breaks loose. Under the influence of alcohol, they must find a way to get to safety.
GIDEON PREWETT and EMMELINE VANCE surprisingly make a pretty good team when it comes to dueling. Every move they make is in sync, and their opponents quickly wish that they had chose to engage with someone else. However, when they spot a wandless THOMAS AVERY being targeted by two men with red painted faces, they make it their new mission to get him to safety.
Confused and disoriented because they knew nothing about the attack, ZHENYA SELWYN and LUCINDA TALKALOT find themselves sharing a hiding spot near the Shrieking Shack. They decide to wait it out here until the fight is over, but they quickly fall into bickering. ZHENYA, still upset and defensive over LUCINDA’S supposed robbery of the Slytherin captaincy from her friend EMMA, decides to make this known to LUCINDA, who doesn’t take the insults lying down.
In all of the chaos, Auror CHARLOTTE FAWLEY has one of her curses hit TED TONKS, causing the Hufflepuff to be quite injured. POMONA SPROUT notices this encounter, and is a little suspicious of the Auror’s mistake. Unfortunately, she has no time to seek out any further information, because there’s attackers incoming.
After spotting what looks like a wounded AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD holding off against three opponents, FRANK LONGBOTTOM spares no time to rush towards the Ravenclaw so he could save him. The two of them fighting side-by-side looks quite formidable, but they are still outnumbered.
EDWARD and ADELINE BONES are trying to enjoy a nice outing together in the village when they find themselves overrun by multiple attackers. EDWARD, still weak from events past, struggles to keep up. Luckily, ADELINE is more than capable of protecting them both. Even after taking a curse to the shoulder, she is fighting valiantly. However, it isn’t enough, and they’re in danger of being overrun when fellow married couple SAWYER and RUBY WILKINSON come to their rescue. They manage to fight it out, but RUBY does sustain some injuries.
THORFINN ROWLE is running, three members of Grindewald’s Army hot on his tail. He can see a Professor up ahead, and he hurries in that direction, knowing he will be safe when he gets there. He is close, extremely close, when his luck runs out. He is hit from behind by the brutish Entrail Expelling curse, and he falls down to the ground. AMARA ZABINI is only a few meters away, hiding in the bushes, when she sees THORFINN fall. Terrified, she rushes over and drops down next to him. THORFINN is a gory sight to behold, covered in blood and worse. AMARA, panicked, promises to get him to safety, but THORFINN knows his time is running out. He grabs AMARA’S hands, and within minutes, he closes his eyes forever.
The aftermath of the battle is rough. Grindelwald’s Army had the element of surprise on their side, and while there was a definite dwindle in their numbers, they caused much more damage to the other sides. The dead bodies of Fanta Carrow and Thorfinn Rowle lay in the streets, and especially the latter makes people stumble back because of the brutality. Blood covers the snow, and many of the students trudging through it. Two buildings are destroyed, and one is still burning. Only a rare few remain untouched by injuries, and the Hospital Wing quickly spills out into the hallways. With Poppy Pomfrey down, it’s up to some of the professors, the holiday guests and whatever students have the ability to help heal and save lives.
Hogwarts goes on complete lockdown, though inside the castle walls, they are much safer than in the village - with all the protection spells, but, before the doors close, there is one bit of news that flows in. Hogsmeade wasn’t the only place that had been under siege. The body of Druella Black was found inside her home, her beautiful, blonde head cut clean off. A cousin of the Lestrange brothers was found strung up by his own innards. Walburga Black was found in an alleyway, her blood painting the walls surrounding it bright red. Ophelia Malfoy blown to bits in a small cafe where she was enjoying her afternoon tea, her fingers were found in the cauldron full of tomato bisque and her right leg found near the bathroom door.
Grindelwald had decided to wait until the time was ripe, and then take out some major Death Eaters and those related to them. He knocked out a big chunk of the lives that surrounded those who supported Lord Voldemort - and managed to heavily injure quite a few as well. Inside the castle, it is currently the only place deemed safe, but with Death Eaters seeking vengeance and tensions rising up high, will it stay that way?
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Let It Burn (37/?)
Here’s the next chapter of LIB! Thanks for all of the comments, likes and reblogs etc! Warning(s): EXTREME violence. Kind of gory. Sexual scenes. You wasn’t sure how she had managed to fall so far behind Takashi but before she’d realized what was happening she’d found herself surrounded by guards, all of whom seemed intent on killing her. She’d barely managed to scramble to cover before they had opened fire at her. She hadn’t been able to get close to them so she had settled for throwing whatever she could, ducking and diving between using couches, coffee tables and walls for cover. She was largely distracted by the thought of where Chika could be though and finally one of the guards somehow managed to get behind her and hit her hard on the head. She vaguely heard him demand that she not be killed, because she could be useful if she was taken to a facility. She could be used as a weapon, he had said. She’d felt a small prick on her arm and then the room started to spin. She quickly realized the guard had tried to sedate her and as she struggled free she realized her abilities weren’t working. The drug wasn’t enough to knock her out but it kept her from breaking free.
She struggled as best she could as she was dragged up the stairs by two guards. She couldn’t get free though and she felt herself begin to panic. Maybe she would never see Chika again. Or Riko and the others. Maybe she was going to be taken somewhere and tested upon like she’d heard had happened to other ability users. She would never get to kiss Chika again, she’d never get to tell her she loved her or tell her how much their friendship had meant to her. She’d never hear her voice again. She heard it clearly though, a moment later as she was dragged into a large office. “YOU-CHAN?!” Chika cried out, ducking a slash of a blade. She tried to make a dash toward You only to be caught by a punch to the stomach. You looked up, her eyes widening as she watched Chika fall to her knees, clutching her stomach. “Ch-Chika-chan…” She could hear sobbing and yelling and she looked around, finding Eli on the floor, her head in Umi’s lap. There was a pool of blood forming around her. Honoka was nearby, sobbing uncontrollably into Umi’s shoulder. “No…” The man she recognized as Takashi was seemingly pinned against a wall, his cheeks wet. He was yelling at Umi, asking her to tell him if Eli was still alive but she wasn’t answering. Umi was crying too, You could see, but she was talking. You couldn’t hear what Umi was saying over Takashi’s yelling. He was alternating between pleading with Umi and telling the woman holding the bloody knife that he was going to kill her when he got his hands on her. Umi was leaning over slightly, her shirt lifted up so that she could press it to Eli’s chest to help with the bleeding. Eli wasn’t awake. Her eyes were closed, her hands limp at her sides. “I found this ability user.” The guard who was holding You stepped forward with her. “Thought she’d be useful.” “Oh, she will.” It wasn’t Kasumi who spoke but Tsubasa. “Bring her to me. And sedate this one.” “NO!” Chika screamed though as she tried to push herself up, Tsubasa kicked her in the head, sending her sprawling back to the ground. Nico’s ability kept her from passing out but it hurt and she was left dazed long enough for one of the guards to inject her. You dug her heels into the ground as she was dragged toward Tsubasa but she couldn’t fight it. She was powerless. “Good. Hold her.” Tsubasa commanded the two guards. She held up the knife in her hand, smirking to herself. “This might hurt a bit.” “NO!” Chika screamed, desperately fighting against a guard who was holding her back. “Please, don’t.” You pleaded, her heart pounding relentlessly in her chest. She stared into Tsubasa’s eyes but it was as though they were empty, devoid of feeling. “Please, please…” Tsubasa gripped You’s chin with her free hand and lifted the knife, a smirk on her lips. She precisely cut straight across her forehead, causing You to scream out in pain. “NO, STOP IT!” Chika screamed tearfully as You’s screams stopped. She had passed out, from pain it seemed. “PLEASE! Please stop, take me instead. I-I have more than one ability, I can...I can memorize them. Up to five at a time. PLEASE. YOU DON’T NEED HER!” Tsubasa paused at that, thinking about it. She didn’t have much time though as someone appeared right next to her. She looked to her right, her eyes widening when she recognized the time traveller they’d been after. “HONOKA!” Takashi yelled from across the room. “Eli. Get her out of here, please!” Future Honoka’s gaze shifted to Eli and she felt her heart skip a beat in her chest. There was so much blood and Eli looked so pale. She was reminded of her own time, when Eli had thrown herself in the way of a shadow to protect her. Anger boiled up quickly and she growled furiously, her fists clenching. She threw her arms up and focused intently on the space in front of her. Tsubasa backed away in alarm as a portal opened up in the middle of the room. Future Honoka stormed over to Irina and grabbed her by the collar. With a yell of anger, she threw her into the portal. “RIN, GET ELI BACK TO THE BASE!” Future Honoka yelled at Rin as she rushed for another guard, forcing him into the open portal. She noticed Rin didn’t move. “RIN!” “R-Right!” Rin dashed toward Eli just as Takashi did. She grabbed her and Umi, using her ability to get them out as quickly as she could. As the guards decided to run, You fell to the ground and Chika crawled over to her. “You-chan…” She felt for a pulse and released a choked sob when she found one. “Oh god. I thought…” The clang of a knife hitting the floor drew her attention and she looked up to see Tsubasa shaking, staring at her hands. “Get out of here.” Tsubasa said shakily, looking up to meet Chika’s angry stare. “I-I don’t want your ability. Or the one with the strength. Just take her and go!” Chika frowned as she quickly took off her jacket, pressing it to You’s head. “But you were just…” “IT WASN’T ME!” Tsubasa slid her hands into her hair, breathing heavily. “But i-it could take over at any seconds so please just leave. It’ll sense your ability. Please get away from me. I-I can’t let it win...” It took Chika a moment but she finally realized what Tsubasa was saying. “Y-You’re just like Mari-san, aren’t you? She told us that her ability has a mind of it’s own. L-Like a parasite...You can’t control it. W-We can help you, if you come with us.” Tsubasa shook her head and gritted her teeth. “I just need Erena. I can’t go anywhere without her.” “Your friend? We can go back for her, we can…” “NO!” Tsubasa yelled loudly. “They’ll kill her before we have the chance! Just get away from me before I kill you both! Now, I’m...��� Chika mistook Tsubasa’s sudden quietness for hesitation. “We can help. You don’t have to…” Tsubasa’s cold laugh sent a shiver down Chika’s spine, effectively silencing her. Slowly, Tsubasa bent to pick the knife up. “I don’t need your help. I’ll just have your abilities. Now where was I? Oh yes, carving your head to get access to those delicious abilities. I believe you were offering yourself up?” “What?” Chika stared at Tsubasa in terror. It was like she was a completely different person. The emotion that had lingered in her eyes just a moment ago was replaced with pure, murderous intent. “Shit, you’re…” “Hmm.” Tsubasa smirked as she stepped forward. “Now stay still while I take your pretty little head off. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt too much. You’ll still be alive at least.” Chika tried to shrink back but she couldn't leave You behind so she stopped as Tsubasa advanced on her with the knife in her hand. “Takashi, can you take my idiot past self?!” Honoka called over to Takashi as she slowly advanced on Kasumi. Takashi, who was holding Honoka close to him as she sobbed into his chest, looked up. “Yeah, I’ve got he-” He was cut off by the sound of a loud scream from Chika. Future Honoka stopped in her tracks and turned to Chika and Tsubasa in time to see the leader of A-Rise cutting Chika’s head open. “Oh god…” She hadn’t thought about the possibility that Tsubasa could take Chika’s power, of all people. She didn’t have time to move before Tsubasa pointed her knife at Chika’s head, moving it slowly to the right in a cutting gesture. She knew what that meant. It was Tsubasa’s ability. She’d seen it before in the future. She swallowed against the bile that rushed to the back of her throat as Tsubasa ruthlessly prised Chika’s head open, the girl screaming the entire time. She glanced back at Kasumi briefly. She wanted nothing more than to kill her but she couldn’t. And she had to stop Tsubasa. She couldn’t let the girl get her hands on such a powerful ability. She took off at a sprint toward the girl. “TSUBASA!” Kasumi called just as Honoka teleported. Tsubasa narrowed her eyes at Honoka, memorising the ability and focused intently. Just as Future Honoka appeared next to her she disappeared, teleporting herself over to Kasumi. She grabbed the older woman and teleported them both away. “DAMN IT!” Honoka cried though she didn’t have much time to think about the situation she was in. Chika was a mess, sobbing loudly as blood spilled down her face. “Oh god...fuck!” She quickly reattached the top of Chika’s skull, having to swallow hard again as her stomach shifted uncomfortably. “Fuck...it’s okay. It’ll heal in a minute. It’s okay.” Chika clutched at the front of Honoka’s shirt, unable to hold back her sobs. It hurt so badly and she couldn’t even pass out. She was just glad that You wasn’t awake to see what had happened. Future Honoka looked up, relieved to see that Takashi had taken off with her past self. She didn’t move yet, slumping down onto the ground instead as Chika continued to sob. “I’m sorry.” She choked out, pulling the hysterical girl into her lap. She should have been faster. She shouldn’t have hesitated. “I’m so so fucking sorry…” --- Umi lightly brushed Honoka’s hair from her face. Her girlfriend had been hysterical when she’d gotten back to the base with Takashi. Rei had only been able to calm her down by injecting her with a strong sedative. Umi had fallen asleep at her side for a few hours but Honoka was still sleeping soundly. She was glad of that at least. She glanced at Eli in the other bed. She’d been injected with Nico’s blood and her injury had mostly healed. There was still a wound and Eli had to wear an oxygen mask to breathe for the time being but she was alive. You was in a bed on the other side of Eli’s, having not regained consciousness yet. There was a bandage on her forehead from her wound. Chika had a similar one though her wound had seemed much worse. Even with her regenerating abilities it had still been bleeding when she came back to the base. She’d been just as hysterical as Honoka, if not moreso, and she’d been sedated too. She was with Kanan and Riko now. Umi wondered if whatever had happened to Chika had been what Future Honoka had seen, to make her so quiet and closed off when she’d gotten back. The moment she’d arrived she’d went straight to Nozomi and hugged her as tightly as she could. Even Nozomi had looked surprised by the strength of the embrace. Hearing movement from Eli’s bed, Umi got up and went over just as Eli reached up to take her mask off. She gently grasped Eli’s hand to intercept it. “Hey, hey...stop that. You need it on.” Eli’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion. “H-Hono…” “She’s safe. See?” Umi pointed to the bed to her left and Eli painstakingly pushed herself up into a sitting position so she could see. She relaxed slightly when she saw Honoka sleeping. Eli reached up to take the mask off so she could speak only for Umi to gently stop her again. “I told your dad I would watch you.” Umi said, giving Eli’s hand a gentle squeeze. She decided not to let go this time. Eli nodded in understanding. “Are you…” She winced, her hand going to he aching chest. “Hurt? H-Honoka…?” “I’m fine. We’re both fine.” Umi said with a shake of her head. She’d probably gotten off the lightest out of all of them. She hadn’t been hurt at all. “W-What ha-happened?” “Honoka’s future self saved us. She um…” Umi paused for a moment, biting her lower lip. “She did something really bad to your mom.” “G-Good.” Eli choked out, her tone emotionless. “Wait...H-Honoka isn’t awake. I-Is she…” “Rei-san sedated her.” Umi answered quietly, glancing at Honoka. “She was hysterical. She wouldn’t stop screaming for you. A-And Yukiho…she should be calmer when sh-” She was cut off by the sound of Eli trying to suck in a large breath of air. She glanced over to see she had taken off her oxygen mask. She knew immediately that Eli had planned to get off the bed and go to Honoka but she couldn’t breath. Umi grabbed the oxygen mask and pressed it back to Eli’s mouth as the blonde desperately tried to breathe. Her other hand went to the back of Eli’s head to hold her in place. “It’s okay. Just breathe slowly. I’m right here.” Eli’s watery eyes locked with Umi’s and she followed her instructions, her breathing gradually slowing down. “Why did you do it?” Umi whispered, gently stroking Eli’s hair. “This was meant for me.” “I-I couldn’t...let you die.” Eli said hoarsely, each word an effort. She hadn’t really thought about it before she’d jumped in the way. She’d needed to do it, that was all. Umi looked down at Eli’s bandaged chest, her own eyes stinging with tears. She hugged her as carefully as she could before she pulled back and kissed her cheek. “I’m glad you’re okay.” “You’re awake…” Eli looked past Umi to the door where Takashi had walked in, clutching Rei’s hand. “Yeah…” Eli raised an eyebrow at their joined hands but she was too tired to question it. It didn’t take her father more than a couple of seconds to let go of the hand he was clutching. He crossed to her and hugged her gently and she allowed herself to sink into the protective embrace. Umi decided to give the two of them a moment and crossed back to Honoka’s bed, perching on the edge next to her. “She’s going to be okay, isn’t she?” She asked Rei in concern. “She’s going to be fine. So is Eli-chan, I’m sure.” Rei answered with a small smile as she looked over her notes. “Don’t worry.” --- “Hey.” Maki said softly as she rubbed Kotori’s back. Her girlfriend was staring into space from her position at the kitchen table. “You need to get some sleep.” “I need to wait for Honoka-chan to wake up. Umi-chan said she’ll tell me when…” Kotori trailed off wearily. Maki glanced at Yume who was watching her daughter in the concern. Her attention quickly turned back to Kotori though. “She will. She’ll wake you up. Now come on, let me take you to bed. We both need to rest.” “In different beds.” Yume reminded them, narrowing her eyes. “In the same bed. For tonight.” Maki’s voice wavered but she was adamant she wasn’t going to be swayed. “Kotori needs me there. She’s worried about Honoka and the others. I need to be with her.” “With the door open.” Yume declared, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Come on, do you really think I’d try to have sex with her when she’s…” Maki quietened down at the livid glare she received. “Fine. Come on, Kotori.” Kotori allowed Maki to take her hand and pull her to her feet. With a mumbled goodnight to her mom, she left the room, Maki tugging her along. They headed up the stairs together to Kotori’s room and Maki left the door open as asked. Kotori however, closed it halfway. “Wha…?” Maki didn’t have time to question the decision before Kotori’s lips were on hers. She automatically kissed back, her arms going around the other girl. She quickly came to her senses though and pulled away. “Wait, wait...we can’t.” “I need you. I need a distraction…” Kotori mumbled, pouting as Maki leaned back to keep their lips separated. “But your mom…” “I don’t care. I need my girlfriend.” Kotori said with a shake of her head. “Y-You’re tired too.” Maki argued meekly, aware she wouldn’t be able to resist for long. “I don’t want to make it worse.” “We can take it slow. Like we did yesterday morning.” Kotori drew away from Maki’s loose embrace and shrugged off her shirt as she made her way to the bed. Maki watched, her mouth slightly ajar as Kotori stripped until she was completely naked. “Damn it, Kotori…” Kotori climbed onto her bed and lay down on her back under the blankets. Maki glanced back toward the door, hesitating for a moment before she stripped off her shirt and skirt and went to join Kotori under the covers. If she stayed focused enough she should be able to hear anyone before they got too close, she told herself rationally. She was taken by surprise when Kotori grabbed her arm and pulled her down on top of her. “If your mom comes we need to stop.” Maki warned even as she allowed herself to sink into Kotori’s warmth. “Talking about my mom isn’t sexy, Maki-chan.” Kotori said, rubbing her hands up and down Maki’s back to warm the slightly chilled girl up. “Well sorry. Your mom is going to kill me if she walks in on you again.” Maki said with a heavy sigh as she looked to the door. “She thinks I’m taking advantage of you or something.” “Maybe I’m taking advantage of Maki-chan.” Kotori said with a smirk. She turned serious though when Maki still looked worried. “I’ll pull the covers over you if she walks in. That way I can just tell her that you’re visiting Nico-chan and Hanayo-chan.” “So lie to her?” “Sure. It’s not like I haven’t done it before.” Kotori answered casually. “Wait...don’t tell me you never lie to your mom?” “Of course not! I mean...maybe once or twice.” Maki said sheepishly. Technically she had lied to her mom earlier when she’d promised not to do anything to anger Yume even more. She hadn’t meant to though. It was just that Yume was being unreasonable. “Let’s just forget about it for a while.” Kotori suggested softly. She pulled Maki down closer to her and smirked playfully. “Come on, it’s fun to be naughty sometimes Maki-chan. I know you wanna. I’ll even let you give me visible bites.” Maki’s face turned red at the insinuation. Usually she only left scattered marks over Kotori’s lower half but the idea of doing something different was appealing. “D-Damn you…” Kotori smiled at Maki’s reaction. “I guess that’s a yes then.” She leaned up and lightly nibbled Maki’s earlobe. “Come on then. Do what you want with me…” Maki shuddered at the sensation. She’d had no idea that Kotori could be so seductive. “Anything I want?” Kotori swallowed thickly as Maki licked her lips. “Yeah. Anything you want, Maki-chan. I trust you.” “Good.” Maki leaned down and kissed at Kotori’s neck before gently scraping her teeth against the area. She grinned at her girlfriend before she slipped down under the covers. She was perplexed for a moment before she realized what Maki was going to do. Her eyes widened at the first brush of Maki’s tongue. “Oh my...aaah!” “Kotori, are you okay?” Kotori’s eyes widened at the sound of her mother’s voice. Thankfully she sounded quite far away. She didn’t expect her to have come upstairs already though. “I-I’m fine! Just getting ready for bed!” Kotori hissed as Maki’s tongue pressed against her again, firmer this time, her fingers rubbing at her too. “Maki-chan, don’t.” Maki stopped what she was doing to crawl back up the bed. “I thought you wanted me to be dirty?” She asked with a smirk. She slowly licked at her fingers, knowing it would drive Kotori crazy. “I-I meant maybe...like what we did yesterday, remember?” Kotori asked shakily. She remember it well, waking up to Maki languidly kissing her chest, a hand already making it’s way down into her underwear. The thought of it caused her to groan softly, her hips bucking up into Maki slightly. “I-I need to be able to cover for us if someone comes in. I need to be able to speak properly.” “You sounded fine to me.” Maki smirked before she slid back under the covers to resume what she was doing. Kotori quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, barely managing to suppress a moan as Maki picked up where she left off. She breathed through her nose, grinding her hips up with the movement of Maki’s tongue and fingers. She wanted nothing more than to stop holding herself back but she couldn’t, not if she wanted to avoid attracting attention. Her free hand snuck under the cover to the back of Maki’s head, drawing her closer. There was a light knock on the door followed by Yume’s voice. “Kotori, can I come in? I wanted to talk to you and Maki-chan about earlier.” Kotori cursed under her breath. She didn’t need this. Maki didn’t let up though. “Mom, please don’t come in. I-I’m changing. And Maki-chan went to see Nico-chan and Hanayo-chan. Maybe we can talk tomorrow, a-all three of us?” There was a moment of silence before Yume sighed. “Alright then. Goodnight.” “Goodnight!” Kotori called out. As soon as she heard Yume’s footsteps fade away she clamped her hand back over her mouth and focused on Maki again. “Fuck…” She mumbled into her hand, the tightness in her lower stomach building as Maki’s tongue slipped inside of her. “Mmm…” Maki pressed down against Kotori’s hip as the girl bucked into her, almost pushing her away. She pulled away briefly, sucking firmly at Kotori’s left thigh before she delved back in again. She wasn’t sure how she had managed to convince herself that she’d be able to focus on anything but Kotori. All she could do was lose herself in the ashen haired girl. Kotori needed a distraction though so she was going to give her one like she’d asked. It didn’t take more than a few more laps of her tongue and a slight thrust of two fingers for Kotori to reach her climax, a soft cry passing her lips as her back arched off the bed slightly. She shuddered through her climax for a moment, whimpering and moaning until she slumped back down. Maki slid back up to Kotori, lightly kissing her lips. Her hand slid down until she was brushing her fingers against already sensitive folds. “Do you want to stop?” Kotori shook her head and Maki smirked to herself as she went in for another kiss. It seemed like it was going to be a long night.
--- Riko and Kanan had been watching Chika from opposite sides of the bed for what felt like hours. Riko could feel her eyes growing heavier with every passing second but she couldn’t let herself sleep. She brushed her fingers against the bandage on Chika’s head, frowning to herself. “You’re worried about her.” Kanan said softly, her fingers tangled with Chika’s. Riko nodded. “I’m angry. With Honoka-chan. As soon as I can speak to her, I’m going to tell her what I think.” “What do you think?” Kanan asked, intrigued. She was angry too but she wasn’t sure whether Riko’s anger was a reflection of her own. “Honoka-chan shouldn’t be taking Chika-chan out on her suicide missions!” Riko’s voice was harsh but Kanan knew it wasn’t directed at her. “She’s too important to all of us! Something happened to her out there. You saw how she was reacting. And the way Honoka’s future self looked...something really really bad happened to her, Kanan-chan.” “Yeah.” Kanan murmured, focusing on Chika’s bandaged head for a moment. She couldn’t remember Chika ever looking so distraught as she had when she’d gotten back with Future Honoka. “Yeah, I know.” “Kanan-san, she looked like...she looked like you did that night. With Mari-san.” Riko said reluctantly. She didn’t want to bring it up but it needed to be said. Kanan bit her lip. She’d been hysterical that night when the others hand found her. Mari had lost control and used her body to beat Dia up. It had been bad. Really bad. And neither of them had really been able to look Dia in the eye since that night. “You think she encountered a parasite ability user?” Riko kept her eyes on Chika as she gently stroked her hair. “Is that what Mari-san calls herself?” Kanan nodded. “Yeah. She explained it to me after what happened with Eli. I already knew she couldn’t control it but I didn’t know how out of control she was until then.” Riko swallowed thickly, watching as Chika’s hair slipped through her fingers. She didn’t want to look at Kanan, aware of the haunted look that would be on her face. “Why are they called that?” “Because their abilities have a mind of their own.” Kanan explained quietly. “They trigger a certain part of an ability user’s functionality. I don’t think even a strong mind ability user like Maki could help her to get rid of the impulse. It’s as though it’s a part of her ability, not part of her. A person who has a parasite ability gains an unbearable hunger. For Mari it’s to have complete control of her companions.” “Well then how does she stop herself?” Riko asked though she wasn’t certain she wanted to know the answer. Kanan took a deep breath. “I let her control me. At night, when she needs it. It helps her.” “Kanan-san!” Riko’s voice rose in alarm but she couldn’t say she hadn’t expected it. Kanan and Mari were so secretive recently, and they never came out of their rooms at night. “Shh, you’ll wake Chika!” Kanan reached out, grasping Riko’s arm. “It’s only when she’s really stressed. I need to help her, Riko. She hates her ability. She hates hurting people. She’s not a bad person, she’s just...she’s Mari. She’s harmless but she’s a different person when her ability takes control.” Riko was silent for some time after that, her mind racing with thoughts about Mari, Chika and the friends who weren’t with them. “I’m scared.” She finally said, looking up at Kanan. “I’m scared that Chika-chan is...traumatized, like...like you were. And the person who hurt her is as traumatized as Mari-san was. A-And now Mari-san is...maybe going to lose control eventually. That’s how it works, right? She’ll lose herself?” Kanan nodded somberly. “She’s fighting a losing battle. I don’t know how long she’s going to be able to keep it up. Probably not much longer. I’ll deal with her when I have to.” “Deal with her?!” Riko’s voice was high and shrill, her eyes suddenly brimming with tears. “What does that mean? Kanan-san? Kanan-san!” Kanan lowered her head, her own eyes prickling with tears. “I love Mari. I do. But I need to keep my promise. She belongs in a facility, Riko. We were wrong to break her out.” “H-How can you say that?” Riko’s words were choked as she got to her feet, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Those places aren’t right!” “For everyone except her.” Kanan wiped roughly at her eyes. “She told me she never wanted to be out. She wanted to get the people who didn’t belong there out. That’s part of the reason we were arguing the first night. I didn’t know why she’d want to stay there. You saw her lose control that day with Eli. You saw what she did. What she can do. Chika is our leader and the most powerful of all of us but when it comes down to it she won’t be able to stop Mari. It’ll have to be me, I...” “STOP IT!” Riko cried out, silencing Kanan completely. “Please. Please, just stop it!” She slumped back down over the bed, crying quietly into her arms. Kanan felt her stomach twist with guilt. She knew Riko wasn’t ready to hear any of that and yet she’d still told her almost everything. “I’m sorry.” She reached out and touched Riko’s shoulder only for the girl to draw away from her. Kanan sighed. She deserved that. “Let’s just focus on Chika now, okay?” --- Nozomi sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixated on Future Honoka. She hadn’t said a word since she’d gotten back from the Sonoda estate. All she’d done was hug Nozomi tightly for a few long minutes. She’d grown distant after that, sitting at the desk across the room. She wasn’t doing anything, she was just sitting there. Nozomi winced and grasped her chest as a wave of desperation, panic and grief hit her. She didn’t know where it was coming from and she couldn’t block it out. After what had happened, everyone’s emotions were out of control. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, staring at Honoka’s back until the future version of her friend turned toward her. “I can’t do this.” Honoka’s voice cracked slightly as she spoke. “I-I thought I could come back here and make things better but I can’t. I just keep making things worse.” Nozomi frowned. “Okay, just tell me what happened.” “Tsubasa took Chika’s ability. Which means she can hold up to five abilities now.” Future Honoka ran a hand over her face, exhaling loudly. “She killed all of you with just one and now…” She paused again, seemingly reflecting on that. Nozomi was about to say something when Honoka stood quickly and crossed the room, kneeling down in front of her. “Nozomi, you need to get out of here. You need to run.” “Senpai, I’m not going to-” “YOU HAVE TO!” Honoka grabbed Nozomi’s hands, her voice rising to a yell. “I can take you somewhere safe. I can take you anywhere in the world, you know that!” Nozomi swallowed thickly. The fear and desperation in Honoka’s eyes hurt more than anything else she was feeling. “I won’t run away and leave my friends.” Tears gathered in the corners of Honoka’s eyes. “Nozomi, please. You don’t know how dangerous it is. She’s going to kill you! I need you to go!” “Why?” “Because I do, because I can’t let you get hurt, because I...because I love you!” Honoka gripped Nozomi’s hands as tightly as she could, pleading with her to understand. “Please just let me take you away from here.” Nozomi opened and closed her mouth in shock. She’d never expected to hear Honoka say that. “W-What about you? You won’t leave, I know you won’t.” She cupped Honoka’s face in her hands and kissed her trembling lips. “I’m with you until the end, remember? Until A-Rise win. Or until we win and you decide you’re done with this. I’ll be with you for all of it.” Honoka choked out a sob and gripped Nozomi’s wrist. “I have to kill her. I have to before she gets Nico’s ability. When she does she’ll be unstoppable.” Nozomi wrapped her arms around Honoka, drawing her close. “We need a plan…” --- Nico wasn’t all that surprised to find Hanayo waiting for her in her room. She was surprised to find the girl pacing agitatedly though. “I guess you heard what happened?” “Rin-chan told me.” Hanayo walked over to Nico and quickly looked her over. “Are you hurt? You look exhausted.” “Of course I’m not hurt, don’t be stupid.” Nico shrugged Hanayo off and walked over to her bed, lying down on it. “I had to give Eli some of my blood. And You. Then I had to hold Chika down because she was losing it. God, they’re all such a mess. Where is Rin anyway?” “She came by but she didn’t want to stay. She said she needed to be alone and she needed to sleep.” Hanayo answered with a tired sigh. “She looked really shaken up. I don’t know what she saw but it must have been bad.” Nico hummed in response and slid into bed. “I’m going to sleep...” “I’m tired too. Do you mind if I stay?” Hanayo didn’t wait for an answer before she turned off the light and crawled into bed next to Nico. “We’re in danger, aren’t we?” Nico sighed in response. “We’re always in danger.” “No, I-I mean we’re in more danger than usual.” Hanayo said anxiously. “People are coming after us again. Eli-chan is hurt, Honoka-chan is losing control...and we could be attacked at any second. They could find out where we are.” “Hey.” Nico turned onto her side and shuffled close to Hanayo, curling an arm around her waist. “Nobody’s going to hurt you while I’m around. I promised in the facility, remember? I’ll protect you.” Hanayo nodded in response. Nico had kept her promise back then so she should trust her now. It wasn’t easy though. They were up against so much danger. “Do you think...maybe one day this might be over?” Nico paused for a moment, thinking about that. “I hope so. We’re just in the thick of it right now so you can’t see a way out. Don’t worry. We’ll beat them.” “Do you think Honoka-chan will be okay?” Hanayo turned in Nico’s embrace so that she was facing her. “And Eli-chan?” Nico forced a smile to her lips. “Of course.” She lied softly. Saying anything else would have only upset Hanayo more than she already was. “They always are. And they have Umi.” “I guess.” Hanayo murmured thoughtfully. She bit her lip for a minute, clearly zoning out before she spoke again. “I-Is it weird for me to say I’m glad we were taken together?” “Very.” Nico said with a roll of her eyes. “I’m just glad we’re better friends now.” Hanayo confessed tentatively. “Rin-chan is so distant now when something is bothering her. I-I’m glad I have you too.” Nico scoffed despite the strange warmth she felt. “Well just don’t get attached. I’m not very good at this whole ‘best friend’ crap.” Hanayo smiled. Nico’s words were scathing but her tone was anything but. “I disagree.” She mumbled, closing her eyes once more. “Let’s sleep, Nico-chan…” --- You was worried. It had been two days since Chika had gotten back from her ordeal at the Sonoda estate and she hadn’t said a word about what had happened to her. She had woken up screaming each night but she wouldn’t talk to You or anyone else about the nightmares she was having. Riko and Kanan had both tried several times to get Chika to open up to them but she was adamant that she wasn’t going to talk. You had learned from speaking to Eli’s dad that Future Honoka was the person who’d brought her and Chika back. She told Kanan as much and the older girl had gone to Future Honoka, asking her what happened. She’d been told to ask Chika or figure it out for herself before Future Honoka had slammed the door in her face. Chika barely spoke now, unless she had to. There were odd times when she’d try to seem optimistic but it always failed. She was only doing it for You and the others. You knew that already. It was sweet, but it didn’t make her worry any less. She was at a loss for what to do. Neither she, Kanan nor Riko could get through to Chika and Kanan had ruled out Mari even trying for some reason. You wasn’t sure why but even Riko had been completely against that. Whatever was wrong with Chika, You knew they couldn’t help so she decided to get help from Muse instead. She thought immediately of Honoka who Chika looked up to but it was clear that Honoka wasn’t ready to help anyone. She was still heartbroken over her sister being killed. Nozomi came to mind next. From talking to people in Muse, You had quickly learned that Nozomi was the most nurturing of the group. They looked to her for help and advice. Besides that, she was an empath. If anyone could help Chika with her emotional distress it would have to be Nozomi. She paused in front of Nozomi’s door and took a deep breath. Even Kanan was intimidated by Future Honoka. You knocked on the door, hoping that Honoka wouldn’t be the one to answer it. Unfortunately she was. “Uh...hi.” You said nervously. “I was hoping to speak t-to Nozomi-san about something.” Honoka narrowed her eyes. “She’s not here. What do you want her for anyway?” “I was hoping um...to ask if she could help me with something.” You stuttered nervously under Honoka’s glare. “I can come back la-” “Don’t be like that, senpai.” Nozomi interrupted, appearing behind Honoka at the door. She gave a soft smile when she noticed You standing there. “You-chan, right?” “Yes.” You answered hurriedly, deciding to focus on Nozomi instead of Honoka. “I was wondering if you would talk to Chika-chan for me. Since she came back she’s-” “No.” Future Honoka said, effectively cutting You off. “You’re not dragging her into that crap.” “But Chika-chan needs help!” You insisted desperately. “She needs someone who can relate to her. Someone who’s good at talking to people. Everyone in Muse says Nozomi-san would be the first person they’d go to if they needed to talk about something.” “I said NO!” Honoka exclaimed angrily. “I’ll help.” Nozomi’s softly spoken answer earned her a look of disbelief from Honoka. She quickly continued before Honoka could argue. “I’m doing it. I need to help someone. I’m not just going to hide behind you and be useless.” “Nozomi, it’s dangerous!” Honoka exclaimed in alarm. “We talked about this. We have to be…” “Careful, I know. But we have to do this. I have to do this. I’m sorry. I’ll be back later.” Nozomi kissed Honoka briefly on the lips before she turned back toward You. “Can you take me to her?” “Uh...yeah.” You said, blushing slightly. She didn’t look at Honoka, not wanting to see the time traveller glaring at her. “She’s just in our room so...if you want to follow me.” Nozomi cast an apologetic look back at Future Honoka before she followed You down the hall. She’d briefly heard what had happened from Honoka so she already knew it must have been quite traumatic for Chika. “Thank you for doing this.” You said gratefully, looking back at Nozomi. “I really want to help her. And so do Kanan-san and Riko-chan. But we can’t get through to her and we just feel so helpless...” “I can’t promise anything but I’ll try.” Nozomi said uncertainly. She wasn’t even sure what she was going to say to Chika. They didn’t even know each other. “Has she said anything at all?” You somberly shook her head. “Just that she’s glad I’m okay. She’s trying to pretend everything is fine so we don’t worry but she’s not herself.” She paused at the door to the room she was sharing with Chika. She opened her mouth to say something. Maybe to plead with Nozomi to try as hard as she could but instead she stayed silent. She opened the door and stepped into the room. Chika was lying on her back on their bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. “Hey, Chika-chan. I um...brought someone to see you.” Chika pushed herself into a sitting position and frowned when she saw Nozomi. “Sorry for intruding.” Nozomi said politely. “My name is…” “Nozomi-chan. The empath. I know that already.” Chika said curtly. “What do you want?” “Chika-chan, please don’t be rude.” You glanced apologetically at Nozomi who responded with a shrug and walked further into the room. “Honoka-chan told me you were her childhood friend. You used to live right next door to her, right?” Nozomi asked quietly, stopping at the foot of the bed. “You must have been pretty happy to see her again.” Chika watched Nozomi with a hint of distrust. “Yeah, of course. It’s been a long time since I saw her.” “Do you mind if I sit?” Nozomi requested motioning toward the bed. Chika nodded her bandaged head and Nozomi sat, looking at the bandage in contemplation. The wound must have been bad, for it to be taking so long to heal. “You-chan is your childhood friend too, right? What about Riko-chan? You two seem close.” Chika drew her knees to her chest. “I’ve only been friends with Riko-chan for about a year. W-We have a connection though. She’s one of my best friends. Kanan-chan too, s-she’s been my friend for a long time.” Nozomi smiled softly as Chika spoke. “That sounds nice. I didn’t have a childhood friend myself. I was always too quiet. And being moved around all of the time. I have a best friend though. Elichi. The girl with the fire ability. You probably remember her, she can be a bit...hot headed. No pun intended.” Chika snickered at the joke, much to her own surprise. “U-Um, I thought Honoka might be your best friend. You seem close to her future self.” Nozomi shook her head. “Honoka is one of my closest friends and she’s precious to me. To us all. But she’s not the reason I’m close to her future self. It’s complicated. Besides Elichi, I suppose...Nicocchi is my best friend. She’s always there for me when I need her.” Chika scoffed and looked down at her knees. “Is this the part where you tell me my friends are here for me and I need to open up to them? Because that’s crap.” You shifted uncomfortably, trying not to take offence. Nozomi gave a soft laugh. “No. Sometimes the last person we want to open up to is our friends. Especially if it’s about something bad that’s happened to us. Sometimes they’re too close to it and it’ll just hurt them. Is that why you won’t let them in?” Chika shrugged her shoulders. “Does it still hurt?” Nozomi continued, not dissuaded. “I can help with that. I’m an empath so I have a high pain tolerance. So don’t worry about hurting me.” “I’m not.” Chika said dully. “I’m just...I don’t have anything to give you. I don’t really feel anything anymore. Nothing hurts. I saw You-chan crying because she couldn’t help me last night and I didn’t care. I don’t feel anything.” Nozomi’s brow furrowed in concern. “Do you mind if I…?” She reached out to Chika’s chest, pausing before she touched her. When Chika shrugged she pressed her hand against the girl’s chest and closed her eyes, focusing intently. Nothing. She gritted her teeth in concentration but there was nothing there. “See?” Chika murmured. “Nothing.” “We need Nicocchi.” Nozomi said, taking her hand away. “Maybe it’s an effect of her ability. I know you said you don’t get the effects with the abilities but maybe it’s different with hers.” “I don’t have that ability anymore.” Chika said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Honoka-chan’s future self made me copy over it. That’s why this is taking so long to heal. It would have anyway but I don’t have Nico-san’s ability now…” Nozomi leaned close to Chika, gently pressed her hand to the girl’s cheek to turn her head as she looked at the bandages. “Did something happen to your nerves?” “Huh?” “Chika-chan, do you remember exactly what happened to your head?” Nozomi asked seriously, lowering her hand again. She wouldn’t be able to see anything. Chika shook her head. “I just remember it hurting a lot. And...being glad it wasn’t happening to You-chan.” Nozomi looked to You who was hovering anxiously in the doorway. “Get me Honoka. The one I’m...dating. And Nicocchi. And Rei-san.” As You hurried off to do as she asked, she turned back to Chika. “We’ll need to go to the infirmary, Chika-chan.” Chika nodded. “It’s fine. I just want to get better. I want to feel like myself again.” “We’ll do everything we can to help you.” Nozomi promised, getting to her feet. She hoped they could. Obviously Tsubasa had damaged something in Chika’s head. “Come on, let’s go.” --- Future Honoka decided to use her time wisely after Nozomi left and headed down the hallway to Nico’s room. She let herself in, finding Nico and Hanayo sitting on the bed. “I need to speak to you, Nico.” She said directly. She cast a pointed glance at Hanayo. “Alone.” Hanayo got the hint and scrambled off the bed before scurrying from the room. Honoka watched her go, raising an eyebrow. “I wish I could say messing around with the first years isn’t like you. I’m surprised it isn’t Maki this time.” Nico scowled. “Is that what you came to talk to me about? Not that it’s any of your business but I don’t need to be screwing someone to be friends with them.” Honoka scoffed. “Friendship suggests you care about them. That’s not very like you.” “You know what?” Nico rose from the bed, already irritated. “Fuck off and get out. I don’t want to speak to you. You’ve caused nothing but problems since you got here.” Honoka crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I came to tell you that Tsubasa is after you. After your ability. And when she gets it, none of us are going to be able to stop her. Not even me.” Nico looked shocked for a moment but then she shook her head. “What the hell do you want me to say to that? Maybe she already has my ability. Maybe she took it from Chika. What does it matter? If they can take me prisoner there’ll be a way to stop her. And then we’ll just have to destroy her brain or...” “This isn’t a damn joke, Nico!” Honoka exclaimed loudly. “Tsubasa managed to kill all of your friends in the future with just one ability. Do you have any idea how unstoppable she’s going to be with five? And your ability?! She’ll be fucking immortal!” “And whose fault is that?!” Nico countered, storming over to Honoka. “You said it yourself. In your future she only had one ability. But you had to come back and screw EVERYTHING UP. IF YOU WANT SOMEONE TO BLAME, LOOK AT Y-” She was cut off by a sharp punch to the jaw that sent her reeling back. “Well if that’s how you want it…” She bounced back within seconds, countering Honoka’s punch with one of her own. Unlike her, Honoka had to pause because of the pain and it gave Nico a chance to land another punch, to the young woman’s cheek this time. With a roar of anger, Honoka tackled Nico to the ground and hit her again. You walked in in time to see Nico kick Honoka in the lower back, using her distraction against her. She flipped them over and raised her fist again. “Hey, hey, hey!” You rushed over and grabbed the back of Nico’s shirt, easily picking her up. She set her back down on her feet and put herself between the two. When Honoka made to get to Nico again, You shoved her, sending her flying back onto her ass. “Stop fighting! Nozomi-san needs your help with Chika-chan.” Future Honoka grimaced as she got back to her feet, wiping blood from her lip. She had to admit, Nico could punch hard. Not nearly as hard as her Nico though. “Shit, you really are strong. Fine. Take us to her.” “This isn’t over.” Nico warned, her hands still clenched into fist. She held it up to show the bleeding grazes healing. “And unlike you I can go at it longer.” Honoka scowled. “Fuck y-” “HEY!” You yelled in frustration. “Both of you, stop! We need to help Chika-chan, not bicker amongst ourselves!” “Yeah, ‘Honoka’.” Nico glared angrily at Future Honoka. “We need to do something useful. Not that you would know what that’s like. I don’t know what Nozomi sees in you. You’re nothing like our-” Honoka growled under her breath. “You little…” “ENOUGH!” You stormed over to Honoka and threw her over her shoulder, causing her to yelp in surprise. “You two are coming with me.” Nico tried to back away but before she knew what was happening she was being lifted too, You’s arm under her stomach. “What the hell?! Hey future girl, aren’t you going to stop her?” Future Honoka was busy trying to wriggle free of You’s iron grip. Finally with a grunt of frustration she fell still and allowed herself to be carried out of the room. “Yeah, I can’t. She’s too strong.” “This is humiliating.” Nico muttered with a huff as she glared at the ground. She could only hope that Maki and Hanayo wouldn’t see her. Finally she found herself being set back onto her feet along with Future Honoka. “I’ve got them.” You announced, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “They were busy bickering so I had to carry them here.” Nico looked around, for the first time noticing they were in the infirmary. “Huh? Why are we here?” “I ran into Rei-san when I got here.” Nozomi said, not answering Nico’s question. She nodded toward the doctor who was standing next to the bed Chika was lying in. “Chika-chan needs our help.” TBC
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