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[jaechanartz]

New OPM fanfiction

Hi guys! It's Jae here, bringing a brand-new One Punch Man fanfiction here to Tumblr!

Heroes & Monsters Rising is an action-packed fanfiction that roughly follows (mainly) the timeline of Season 2, inspired by Arcane: League of Legends, telling the story of a brother and sister who joins forces from rival sides to take the Monster Association and potentially save the Earth as a whole.

Five years ago, the close family relationship between Zende and Jaela Ishikamura was suddenly torn apart after their father is killed in a terrorist attack. Five years later, Zende survives and fights as a hero alongside Saitama, Genos and other heroes, all in the hopes of being reunited with his younger sister. Little does he know that Jaela, though scarred from the trauma of her past, now lives as a human-feline mutant and S-Class assassin, raised by the ninja Speed-o'-Sound Sonic, and has earned herself the name Gunslinger Neko - princess of the criminal underworld.

But as fate brings them to cross paths once again, Zende and Jaela find that in order to restore their bond, they must cast aside their differences as hero and villain and stand together as they battle to try and prevent the oncoming threat of a war between heroes and monsters, potentially the great catastrophe foretold by Shibabawa. But will they be smart enough to know for certain who their real allies and enemies, or will they become monsters themselves?

The story is currently available on Wattpad and Ao3, and the prologue and first chapter will be posted later on tonight. Looking forward to sharing it with you all!

Jae

NOTE: Art related to this story can be reblogged if desired, however DO NOT reblog any of the chapters without my permission

[bakagun1312]

One Punch Man x Reader (One-shots) (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/1RxBuOu Various characters x reader Reader is gender neutral I’m not taking request but you can SUGGEST things for me to write (THERE IS NO GUARANTEE I WILL WRITE WHAT YOU SUGGEST) I do not write one-shots that involve sexual intercourse. (No lemons, smut, or lime) I write fluff & angst. Enjoy :)

[jaechanartz]

Heroes & Monsters Rising Chapter 1

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Five years later...

"Shit, it's so damn hot today."

A young twenty-year-old male drenched in sweat slowed his pace and slumped down under the green shade of a nearby tree to hide from the sun blazing heat in the park. Dark patches formed on his grey sleeveless hoodie from his underarms, and his face, biceps and hair were damp with sweat from all the running he had done up until this point. He swung his light rucksack off his back and within seconds his water bottle was out. Taking a few good gulps, he sighed after the cool liquid he seriously needed ran down his throat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and rested his chin on his palm as rays of sunlight penetrating the leave above him made the dark turquoise fade of his naturally raven hair glisten. He figured he would stay here to catch his breath, and then head back home. After stealing another quick gulp of water, he leaned back on the tree trunk and closed his eyes, only to hear a familiar voice soon afterwards.

"Oh, hey! Is that you, Zen?"

Zende opened his eyes and saw a young bald male wearing a blue running suit and carrying a grocery bag, standing in front of him. He instantly sat up the moment he recognised him.

"Oh. Hey, Saitama," he greeted.

"Hey. You out on another run?"

Zende chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah, I was. I think I'm going to take a breather and head home," he replied before glancing at his shaven-headed friend's blue running clothes. "Hey, aren't you hot in that? It's blazing out here."

"Well, you've been out running, right?" Saitama pointed out, "Of course you're going to feel hotter. You can come over to my place if you want to."

"You sure? Genos will most likely kill me if he sees me like this." Zende tried to say jokingly, remembering Saitama's cyborg disciple reacted the last he saw him in this current state.

"That's okay. You can sort yourself out when we get back."

"Saitama, I live just below you."

The twenty-year-old smiled with a shake of his head. He had never met anyone in his life as chill and casual as Saitama. He remembered when the two first met: just two months before he was nineteen, he got caught up in a fight against a monster in Z-City, and he sustained multiple injuries to the brink to defeat. He would have died that day if the hero for fun hadn't arrived and saved him, giving the younger man a good insight of how powerful the guy truly was. He had been Saitama's friend ever since, and that day his childhood dreams of becoming a hero came back to him, and sure enough, after he became registered as a B-Class hero, he was training himself up to get stronger so that he would be able to fight tougher monsters and villains and raise his rank. As he learnt from Saitama, he decided to become a hero not for sake of public praise, but because he wanted to. Not only that but he had his own secret motive.

"Well, no matter. I guess it wouldn't hurt to crash at yours again for a bit," he remarked, getting to his feet. "Do you want to head back now?"

Saitama smiled, "Well, if you're ready to go, then yeah!"

The two heroes chatted and occasionally joked all the way back to Saitama's apartment in the abandoned area of Z-City, where they both lived since Zen lived on the next floor down. The conversations were about small stuff, like hero work, brief plans for the next week and so on, until Saitama asked a question that changed Zende's mood entirely.

"So, Zen. Have you found any clues yet?"

"Huh?"

"You know, about your sister?"

"Oh...that..." Zende hung his head and gazed down at his feet. Five years ago, his father was killed during a terrorist attack, and out of his own guilt and self-hatred, he took his anger out on his younger sister as though the incident was her fault, even though he knew deep down that it wasn't. He had walked away from her, leaving her on her own, before he soon succumbed to his injuries and passed out, only to wake up in the hospital. And his sister? He was told that she was never found, and he was immediately seized with knife-twisting remorse. For the last five years, he had been trying to search for his younger sister, and every time he recalled that day, he regretted what he had done to her. He still loved her, and missed her terribly every day. He missed her bright smile, her outgoing and energetic personality. He even missed seeing her cute little face and being able to pick her up and swing her around in his arms. He could've given up entirely, but his thoughts of her, along with the hope of being able to be with her again was enough to keep him going. In fact, finding his beloved sister was the ultimate, and only, goal he had. It was the reason why he wanted to get stronger, why he chose to become a hero. But deep down inside, it threatened to kill him with pain. Whenever he thought of the day their father died, and of how he left her, ignoring her pleads for him to come back, there was always that pain in his chest, that twisting and crushing in his heart, and he ended up breaking down. He tried his best not to let the pain show in front of others, including Saitama and Genos, but whenever the topic of his sister was brought up, it wasn't always easy.

"No," he said quietly, "No I haven't. Sorry."

"Oh," was the response from Saitama, "What was her name? Jaela, right?"

"Yeah..." Zende whispered, his voice slightly starting to break. Any more of this and he could shatter.

To his surprise, Saitama placed his hand on his shoulder with a comforting pat, and when the black haired male looked up, he saw a smile on his friend's face.

"Don't worry about it too much, okay?" he said, "I'm sure you'll find her soon. I bet she's out there somewhere waiting for you. So don't give up hope yet, okay?"

Zende, whose dark hazel eyes were glazed with tears, gave a sad yet hopeful smile. He was happy enough to know that Saitama was there for him when he needed it. He may not have looked it, but he was the kind of guy who could actually understand, someone Zen could easily talk to.

"Thanks, Saitama. I appreciate it."

"No problem. I mean, I am your friend and all," he replied casually, giving Zen another shoulder pat before lowering his arm. "Hey, if you're struggling, then don't be afraid to ask me to help you find your sister. I wouldn't mind."

"Sure. Thanks."

After that, Zende felt slightly better. Knowing that he wasn't fighting alone was enough for him to keep going, to keep fighting until he reached her. The sadness instantly washed away and soon he was continuing to talk and joke with his friend. It was the least he could do to take his mind off things, apart from the exercise and training he was doing.

'There's still some hope left. I can't waste it. I won't give up until I find you, Jaela. I promise, no matter where you may be right now, I'll find you. I'll save you...'

[jaechanartz]

Heroes & Monsters Rising - Prologue

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Special shout outs: @gofancyninjaworld @goldfishshithead @rayadraws

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"Daddy, I'm ready!"

A twelve-year-old girl with her dark brown hair tied back in one hurried down the hallway to meet with her father. She was wearing a pastel purple hooded sweater and blue denim jeans, with a galaxy rucksack on her back, and she seemed pretty excited. She was going to be thirteen in a month, and she was going to go shopping with her father and older brother to prepare for her upcoming birthday party.

"Oh, there you are, Jaela," her father laughed when he saw her. "Where's your brother? Not ready yet?"

"Mm, I dunno. Where is Zen-chan?" she wondered.

"I'm here. Sorry for the hold-up," her brother called behind her.

"Zen-chan!" Jaela wrapped her arms around her brother's waist. "What took you so long, Zen-chan?"

Fifteen-year-old Zende chuckled and smiled down at his energetic sister.

"Sorry, sis, I had to search for my phone."

"If you're both finally ready, then let's go," their father said.

"Okay!" the siblings chimed in unison, and followed him out of their apartment.

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Jaela's excitement to enter the clothes store to select her party outfit was getting the better of her – during the car journey, she wouldn't keep still, and now she was so hyper that her brother had to hold her up to keep her from running away until their father was ready, but even then he couldn't stop her fidgeting and squirming. She finally calmed down once they were inside, but out of nervousness. The massive size of the store scared her since she wasn't yet used to exploring such huge places, but a reassuring squeeze from Zende gave her some encouragement.

"Don't worry, sis," he said to her with a smile, "Remember what we used to swear when we played heroes."

"We both solemnly swear that we will never leave each other's side no matter what," she recited.

"That's right! So just keep holding my hand and you'll be fine, okay?"

Jaela's confidence came back in an instant. "Okay!"

Whilst exploring, the siblings crossed the accessory section, where Zende found a headband with glittering black cat ears.

"Hey, Jaela. How about this one?" he asked, showing his sister the headband.

He was surprised to find Jaela shake her head with a frown. "Why not? It would look cute."

"I don't want black," she countered. "I want cat ears that match the colour of my hair."

"Dark brown?" Zen checked the rest of the accessories, but couldn't spot anything that could be to Jaela's liking. "They don't seem to have that here, sis. Sorry," he said with a shrug. "Maybe we can get Dad to order some, okay?"

"Okay," she replied with disappointment. Having a pair of cat ears that matched her hair colour was the only thing she wanted more than anything, but no matter where they looked, nothing could be found.

Her brother smirked with a raised eyebrow. "Hey, come on now. Cheer up. It's not the end of the world yet," – he took her hand again – "Let's go see if we can get you a dress. We might be able to find a cool hero costume, or even an outfit suitable for a little gunslinger like you if we're lucky."

"Hehe, yeah." She answered with a giggle, and soon they found a mannequin model wearing a short black dress under a matching jacket and ankle boots. The size was meant to be for teens, but it didn't match Jaela's size, but she liked it.

Jaela hugged her brother's arm as she admired the style. "I can imagine myself with that one."

"Yeah, wearing it to your party." Zende replied with a teasing tone. "All the guys are going to come chasing after ya once they see you in it."

"Found something you like, Jaela?" their father asked as he approached.

"Uh-huh. I want that one, Daddy." She answered, pointing at the mannequin. 

"Ha, ha. We'll have to see if they have it in your size first, little kitten," her father pointed out, lifting her up. "Is that the only thing you want?"

"Mm, I wanted cat ears that matched my hair colour, but they only have black ones," she replied with a pout. "Do you think you could...maybe see if they have any online? I really want them."

Her father smiled. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Don't fret, Jaela. Your birthday isn't until next month so we have plenty of time. We'll buy this outfit for you and get the cat ears later, alright?"

"Okay!"

Much later...

"You know, Jaela, sometimes I don't understand why you have an obsession with being a gunslinger." Zende remarked, as they stood outside the car in the parking lot.

"Cos it's super cool! And fun!" she replied with a giggle, before imitating 'gunshots' with her hands and voice. "Pew, pew! Pew!"

Suddenly, there was a loud and panicked commotion somewhere in the parking lot. The siblings froze in their tracks. Their father looked up in the direction of the noises. Soon afterwards, he was pushed back by the impact of a bullet hitting his left shoulder. His daughter turned around as he hit the floor.

"Daddy?"

Hooded men with guns poured into the parking lot, their head raised his into the air and yelled at everyone.

"Everybody down! Now!"

Two ear-splitting shots were fired. Jaela screamed and covered her ears, terrified and confused, while Zende wrapped his arms around her before he saw his injured father struggling to get up. "Dad!" He had just hit the floor on his knees before another shot was fired into the air, and the siblings quickly scrambled towards their father.

"Dad, are you okay?! You're hurt!" Zen panicked, not knowing what to do except support his father's back as he tried to sit up.

"Don't worry about me, Zende," he grunted. "I'll be fine. Just keep your sister safe..."

"No, Dad, we can't just-!" his son protested, before a shot fired right at his foot. He looked up and saw a gunman aiming at him.

"I don't miss twice. Better keep your mouth shut if you want to live."

Silently, Zen glared at him as he pulled his trembling sister close to him. Jaela whimpered, tears welling up in her hazel eyes.

"Zen-chan...I'm scared." She whispered.

"It's okay, sis," he murmured. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Four gunmen went around, planning to attach hidden explosive to cars. Jaela steeled herself and tried to find some way to get out of their situation, but there wasn't any. But then she looked up at the car boot which was still open, noticing the first aid box just near the edge, then at her father, who was making huge efforts to stop the bleeding from his shoulder. Then she had a dangerous idea.

"Zen-chan, I have an idea," she whispered in her brother's ear. "Maybe if we're careful enough, we can get the first aid box in the car and help Daddy..."

Their father overheard what his daughter was saying and lost his composure when his son slowly shifted towards the car boot and his daughter tried to reach the first aid box, and forced himself up. "No, Jaela, don't!"

Suddenly, there were two loud shots, causing the siblings to flinch. When they turned around, they saw that their father had been shot again. They shut their eyes as more bullets penetrated his body and he dropped to the ground like a lifeless rag doll. Screams of panic filled the parking lot. Zen jumped to his feet to try and help his father.

"Dad! Gah!"

Two bullets hit him – one on his arm and the other hit his calf and he fell onto the floor. Seconds later, the bombs detonated. Explosions surrounded everyone. Jaela made a run for it, tripping over her own feet as she ran to hide, and before her brother could come after her, their father used the last of his strength, throwing his arms around his son to protect him from the full impact of the explosion.

When Zen regained consciousness and tried to get up, he winced at the burns and bullet wounds. His grey hoodie and black trousers were torn and matted with blood. All he could see were flames, blood and overturned cars. No gunmen. Just gentle rainfall. Regardless of the pain, he forced himself to get to his feet, only to turn around and see his father lying on his back with wounds all over.

"D-Dad! Dad!" Zende staggered towards him, dropping on his knees. He felt stinging tears in his eyes once he saw the fullest extent. Seven bullet wounds – two fatal – and multiple burns. "Dad, no, please, don't..."

His father placed a bloodied hand on his son's face. "You're a brave boy, Zende," he breathed out while Zende shook his head slowly, "Stay strong. Stay courageous. You can...become a hero...in this world, or another..."

"Dad, no..."

"Protect...protect Jaela..."

His hand slipped off his son's face, leaving smears on it, and dropped lifeless on the floor. Within a moment, Zende's screaming broke the silence. Biting his lip, he got to his feet with slight unease. Of all the people he wanted to protect if he became a hero, the one person he couldn't protect was his own father. The tears welled up when his sister, having heard his screams, came out of hiding and ran to her brother with temporary joy.

"Zen-chan! Zen-chan! You're okay!" she said with happiness, but she stopped in her tracks when Zen turned to face her. "Zen-chan? Where's Daddy?"

"Where were you?"

"Huh?" Jaela was confused.

"Where were you?" her brother repeated approaching her with a limp.

"What do you mean?" But then she saw her father's dead body and realised the truth, and she started to cry. "No, I-I...I didn't know... I didn't know! I just wanted to help... I just wanted to help!"

"You...ran away. You ran away, while Dad was dying!"

Out of his self-anger, he slapped his sister's face. Hard. The impact made her fall backwards, and when she sat up she screamed, "Why did you do that?!"

"Because you're a coward! A coward and a jinx!" he shouted grabbing her face, "I should never have listened to you!"

Suddenly, as Jaela started to cry and plead, Zen realised what he was doing and slowly came to his senses. What had he done? He had hurt his own sister, when none of this was even her fault. Wouldn't he have tried to reach that first-aid box in her position? He let her go, stared down at his bloodied hand with a pained expression, then closed his fist tightly. With self-loathing and pain, he gave his sister one last look, before he walked away from her, leaving her crying, screaming and begging him not to leave her. He ignored it, not wanting to feel any more pain than he already was. Suddenly when he reached a nearby car, he collapsed, succumbing to his injuries. The last thing he remembered was seeing a black figure depicting a man walking towards his sister's direction before he blacked out.

Soon afterwards...

As the flames continued to flicker and the rain continued to fall, a figure appeared from the shadows and walked towards the dark haired twelve-year-old girl, with her clothes torn at the seams and on her sleeves, crying on the floor. The male was wearing a black bodysuit with metal highlights, with his purple scarf flowing behind him. He also wore a black hood over his head and a mask covering his mouth and nose. He stopped in front of the girl, who was crying so much she didn't even notice him, went down on one knee and pulled down his mask.

"Hello, little girl," he spoke in a soft-like voice. "Where's your brother?"

Jaela looked up at the male in front of her with a sniffle. All she could see under his hood was his obsidian bangs and the purple tattoos under his grey eyes. With tears in her eyes, she threw her arms around him, almost catching the man off guard. His hood came off in the process, revealing his black hair in a top knot.

"He...he left me," she answered in a broken voice, "He left me. He promised he would never leave me, but he...he broke his promise and abandoned me. He is not my brother anymore..."

The ninja looked down at the tearful child, and, pitying her, slowly closed his arms around her in an embrace, placing one hand on her damp hair.

"It's alright," he told her. "We'll show them the punishment they deserve. We'll show them to respect us. We'll show each and every one of them."

As those words sank in, a flame of desire ignited inside Jaela. A desire to become stronger. A desire to get her own back. A desire to make humans and monsters, heroes and villains alike, to fear her. A desire to show the whole world, including her own brother, to pay her with the respect she was due. And on that very same day, that small flame of desire became a wildfire.

[jaechanartz]

A Disciple Named Sky - Prologue

Contains violence references and some language

Tears fill Sky's eyes. Her blue hair is matted with her own blood, which also stains her white martial arts clothes a deep ominous red. Her entire body is covered in bruises, cuts and blood. Her friends are all battered and wounded gravely. Everything hurts. Even as her master holds her back supportively she's still hurting. 

"M-master Bang," she barely whispers. Her throat is suffering when she tries to speak. "I'm sorry. I tried...I tried to stop him..."

"Shh. It's okay, Sky." the old man says soothingly. "Save your breath. Try to rest. You'll be fine."

"Ngh..." The pain is too much for her body. She can't even cry. It hurts her to even try. "I don't want to close my eyes. What if...what if I never wake up?"

"You will, Sky. I promise." Bang squeezes her hand gently, but even then he is afraid that it will cause her pain.  "You will make it. just have to be strong. For me. For...for Garou."

Sky's ultramarine eyes lowered to his wrinkled hand. It had always felt warm, but this time, for some reason, it's like standing really close to a fire.  A weak smile forms on her battered and bloodied face. Her eyes flicker back to Bang's lighter eyes. 

"If you find him, please...tell him...tell him I love him. Please, Master. Promise me." 

"I will." Bang doesn't cry, but inside, he's in fear of losing Sky. He had raised her, allowed her to grow up at the dojo. She is like his daughter to him. 

"I...love you, too...Master Bang."

He gives her a kind smile as he slowly and gently lifts her to his chest. She winces, but endures it, clutching the front of the old man's shirt. A light chuckle came out, bringing back her sweet smile. Before she finally closes her eyes and rests herself, he whispers something in her ear. 

"Yes. I love you, too. Sky."

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She still has her scars. Like the scars he inflicted upon her when he went on a rampage and left her and the fellow disciples of Silverfang for dead. But she still forgives him. She wants to believe she can change him. She wants to believe she can save him. She wants to believe she can prove her master that there is still some good within him. That determination alone is what makes her an extraordinary girl

[jaechanartz]

My Bodyguard is a Ninja? (Sonic x Reader) - Chapter 2

Story so far: You were desperately searching for the piano score you planned to use for your upcoming piano recital. This search led you to meet Sonic, the new bodyguard that your father Zeniru hired. The kind gentlemen returned your score. When you returned to your room, you admired his charm and his mysterious vibes, and then suddenly wondered if you were starting to fall for him, but then you realised how stupid that sounded.

Chapter 2 - Getting to Know Him Just a Little Bit

Having Sonic as our new bodyguard has gone quite well so far. He seems to take his job very seriously, even going so far as to refuse my father's offers for a drink while he was working, only ever accepting tea or water. "No, thank you. I don't drink." he always says even when my father asks him in earnest. "When it comes to my job,  I don't overstep the professional line. I hope you can understand. Drinking was not part of our contract." The first time he said that, my father stood there confused. Was he being serious or making a joke? Even I am not so sure myself whether or not he means it or not at times. But he doesn't make a joke out of his professional status, that I am absolutely certain of.

Other than that, things turned out OK. I'll admit I'm still not great with interacting with men, but oddly enough, I'm starting to find it easier to talk to Sonic little by little. Whenever I walk into a room he's in, his grey eyes are immediately on me, and I don't even realise he's there until I hear his voice and see him sitting at a window sill in the room with his arms folded. He greets me in the same way every time: calm and collected voice, even with the occasional smile. Even offers to help me with something, or checks if I'm okay.

"Good morning, (Y/N)."

"Good evening, (Y/N). What are you doing up so late? Is something wrong?"

"Hello. What are you doing in here, (Y/N)?"

"Is something wrong, (Y/N)? You look like something is bothering you."

"Did you lose something in here, (Y/N)? I'd be more than happy to help if you need it."

At first, I was a little nervous. I often responded in a way that left him looking at me in a confused frown. As if to ask me "What's with you? Are you afraid of me or something?" I always used to reassure him that I was fine, that everything was OK, even when it wasn't even true. But now, I'm slowly starting to get used to him being around. He's pretty good at finding things, so I always try to ask him for help if I need it.  I've even found the confidence to ask him questions about his experience.

"Have you worked as a bodyguard before?"

"What do you like to do in your spare time?"

"What made you decide to become a bodyguard, Sonic?"

These kind of questions he'd answer with ease, he'd even slip in a little story or even a small joke to amuse me. But questions like "How did my father know about you?" he'd answer differently. His smile would drop, he tends to look out the window away from me and say, "I can't tell you, (Y/N). Sorry." It's disappointing but I can understand where he's coming from. My father has his private business, doing certain things that I am pretty much forbidden to interfere with, so it would be wrong to try and force it out of Sonic. My mother used to tell me when I was little that there's always a reason to hide something, and my father's main reason is to protect me. I always left it at that and didn't pry into things any further. Even now that I'm twenty-one years old, I still believe that my father is protecting me. Not everybody out there favours us. Being the daughter of a multi-billionaire is great and all, but it also comes with the risk of walking around with a target on you back if you're not careful. If I pry into stuff I shouldn't be, or I say the wrong thing aloud in public where anyone could hear me, even if it was accidental, it could easily put me or my family in danger, which is probably why my father decided to hire Sonic.  Not just to protect me, but my family. Well, more like my family's reputation, but my father would do anything to make sure I'm safe. 

Which was what I am able to confirm today, the night before my piano recital. I'm trying on my outfit for the big night in the mirror: a pure white dress that goes down to my ankles. My father bought it especially for me - he always buys me new outfits for my performances. I asked Sonic if he wanted to see earlier that day, and just a few moments later, he knocks on the door and lets himself in. He stops when he sees me in the dress, and suddenly I'm smiling. 

"Well, what do you think, Sonic? Pretty, right?" I laugh, giving a twirl. 

"It's...it looks good on you, beautiful even." he simply replied. 

"I know, right? My father bought it for me! It's so pretty. I honestly feel like I'm getting married."

He laughs like it's a joke. It was slightly intended to be one, but it was an honest emotion that I feel. The he composes himself. 

"(Y/N)."

"Yes?"

"Why did you ask me if I wanted to see you wearing this?" he asks. He goes down on one knee running his fingers over the skirt of the dress, feeling the silk material. 

"Oh, um..." I hesitate. I feel my face growing warm. "I-I just...I just wanted you to be the first to see me like this, before everyone else does tomorrow night..."

His grey eyes blink up at me. Do I really mean that? Yeah, I think so. I wanted him to know that I wanted him to see me wearing the dress first. He's going to be seated at the back of the auditorium with my father. It could be hard for him to see me on the stage from the distance. I would be like a miniature doll, just too small to see clearly. Having him see me up close now would be advantageous for him. 

"Actually, about tomorrow..." he started. 

I look down at him. 

"Your father asked me something about it."

"Huh? What was it?" 

"Well..."

My father asked Sonic something about tomorrow night? Would he not be allowed to come and watch me play? Does he have to stay and guard the home? No, that wouldn't be fair. There's a part of me that wants him to watch me perform so bad, even if I don't know if I like him or not. I don't want him to miss out. 

"Y-yeah?"

He stands up formally and looks into my eyes. I find myself lost those grey eyes of his. 

"He asked me to be your personal guard and escort for the night."