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all-the-names-are-taken-aaaaa · 4 years ago

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Lie Lie Bye

Alya sighed as she looked at the Akuma shelters Tv. She wished she was out there. The footage would be so good for her blog. It was easily the strongest akuma ever. Lila had everyone go to the shelter though. She was worried about her getting out and targeting them. Alya wasn't too worried. They took everything but her clothes and hid them after locking her in that closet. Plus they were pretty sure she kept the pin in her purse so she could not transform. Alya took notice of the fact ladybug had yet to show up. Everyone was getting nervous untill Chloe shreeks "that is Ladybugs kwami" Alya sighs again thinking 'when did that brat get here she was not with the class.' There was a loud bang as the camera shook then fell facing were the reporter ran. The reporter and crew are shown trying to free Marinette from a fallen building. 'Ugh why is it always her. Bet she would not be helping her if she knew what that girl had done.' Alya thinks. The Tv switches to another live stream. The fight is long and hard. Chat manages to defeat the Akuma. Tikki purifies the butterfly befor passing out. Chat stops in front of the reporter "Ladybug is missing possibly hurt. I have to go"

"As many of you saw our fellow reporter trying to free one Marinette Dupain-Cheng rubble earlier today. What you did not see was the brave action taken by this young woman. Marinette was seen assisting many injured people who would most likely have died without first aid befor the incident. Marinette saw a little girl that had been separated from her mother and mother and dived to shield her from the colapsed building. Now to the reporter who found her"

The reporter from earlier in the day stands in front of a hospital. "The brave young woman you saw earlier today is undergoing a life saving surgery. The surgery is the first of it's kind. It is extremely risky. It has been determined that the surgery is the only way Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng will survive. Marinette was injured protecting a young child barierly four years of age. I need a moment -"

The camera switches "Take your time Nadia. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a wonderful, amazing, and kind girl. I speak from personal experience. Everyone here at Tvi has her best wishes in mind. The people she helped are being checked on in the hospital. The child has only scraps and bruises thanks to-" Alya cuts the tv off. Her phone started going crazy.

"Chill guys the cure will fix everything" Alya sends to her panicking freinds.

Chloe responds "Unterly redicoulous. Alya you had a Miraculous. You know they have timers. You should-" Alya does not bother reading the rest of Chloe's text. "Quit trying to make us feel bad for that lieing traitor." Alya sends back. Then her phone goes silent afterwards. Shrugging she goes to bed.

It had been a week and ladybug has not showed back up only her kwami. There had been a hand full of minor akumas. They did minimal damage. Paris thanks luck for that. Two weeks and a temporary ladybug shows up. Chat appears less but on time for every akuma attack. The Akuma class have become outcast because of their behavior around the subject of the hospitalized hero.

Week three

"Are you sure you are ready to return?" Kagami asks handing the earrings to Marinette. "Do I have a choice? We are in the Akuma class after all." Marinette responds while making a jester to Chloe. "Utterly ridiculous they try to stop Mayrue they nearly killed ladybug and countless others." Chloe snaps out. "Once we get Hawkmoth we can bring justice for our bug" Luka states continuing a melody. They had all become permanent heros with new costumes after Marinette was allowed visiters. Now that she is allowed to leave to hospital they decided to meet up at her place. Chat/Adrian was invited but he could not be around Marinette for very long without crying. He had gotten better as she got proper prosthetics but originally any time he saw her mechanical, technological parts he cried. Now though Marinette looked and felt almost completely normal if not for the massive amount of strength on her right side. He did explain why he could not do anything to stop Lila and how much he regretted it. Marinette understood and had forgiven him but he had not forgiven himself. Kagami had to be held back by both Luka and Chloe as to not hunt down Gabriel for having Lila spy on his own sun and the fact Lila was blackmailing Adrian by stating one sentence from her would have him under house arrest was enough to have Marinette seeing red. Though the crying boy snapped both the girls out of it.

Chat running by the bakery yelling Akuma was enough to snap Marinette out of her thoughts. Kagami and Marionette went one way while Chloe and Luka went another. They had learned quickly splitting up in groups offered advantages. However not long after heading out Ryuuko pulls Ladybug down within sight of the akuma but also within sight of Hawkmoth. "Inform the others I will keep him busy." Ladybug explains.

The others quickly take out the Akuma but Hawkmoth is quick to make his move too. He manages to stab ladybug through her right shoulder. Marinette felt the pain as one normally would but as soon as Hawkmoth turned his attention to her teammates she pushes forward ripping off his miraculous. Chat rushes forward knocking Gabriel out with his staff. Queen Bee holds chat back and Luka holds Kagami back. Ladybug falls back just barely able to cast the cure befor passing out. Adrian collects all the things related to the miraculous and turns them in. The team decide to reveal their identities as to clear Adrian name and help with the lawsuits Marinette is preparing.

"The broadcast is supposed to air 30 minutes after class starts." Adrian was nervous. This was the first time he were coming back to class since Hawkmoth was defeated. Gorilla and Abby were their fulltime bodyguards now.

"Yeah I'm just hoping the principal corporates with the police." Marinette responds. Adrian nods. They enter the classroom. Many of their classmates say harsh things about the so called traitors but none come close to them in fear of their bodyguards.

When it comes time for the broadcast Ms Bustier makes it a class activity because why not? Only for the class to stare in shock at the the back row of their class. Marinette, Adrian, and Chloe continue to ignore their class as they ask questions. Ms Bustier tries to scold them for "not taking part in class discussion"

"Why the hell should my client disclose any information to a bunch of incompetent self righteous idiots who nearly killed ladybug!" Chloe's bodyguard snaps. Nino looks horrified. Juleka covers her mouth in shock. The pen in Nathaniels hand snaps. Ms Bustier looks taken back "My students wou never-" the door slams open. "Alya Cesaire and Lila Rossi are to come with us impatiently. If you refuse we will take you by force. You have been deemed a threat to those around you" The man said. He clearly was not an officer but the man behind him is. Alya yells something about diplomatic immunity. "Alya Cesaire and Lila Rossi you are under arrest for attempted murder." The officer states while the man beside him just looks exasperated. "We only did it because we thought she was Mayrue! We only locked her in a closet!" Someone yells. "A closet in a building you knew the Akuma was targeting. If she had not of sent her Kwami through the air vents the Akuma would not have been stopped. If she had not gotten out dozens of people would have died including her. In case you have forgotten the miraculous cure did not fix anything that happened during that time because there was not a ladybug to case it so those people are still healing." The man states. "She looks perfectly fine now" Kim says. Chloe takes off part of Marinettes mechanical are and "yeet"s it at Kim's desk were it breaks in two. "Life saving risky surgery" is all Chloe says while picking up and returning Marinette hand. "As for the rest of you. You will give statements then head straight home unless told otherwise. Your parents are being contacted as we speak."

Nino, Nathaniel, Sabrina, and Juleka were allowed to stay. Ms. Bustier had to leave for the day. As it turned out the only one that had any idea what had happened was Nino who thought he had convinced his girlfriend not to act on what Lila said. Nino had no idea anything had happened that day until that moment. He believed Marinette stayed to help people because that is who she is. Ms. Bustier is fired as a teacher and brought up on charges of neglect as no teacher or adult for that matter could be that blindof all of what went on inform of them.

Nino gains temporary Miraculous. Nathaniel becomes Foxie. Juleka becomes Bunbun. They all continue to be heros for different reasons.

The classmates directly involved go though the justice system. Those that helped plan or just knew about it were sent to different schools for troubled teens.

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call-me-merlyn · 4 years ago

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I found a list of my favorite things you ever said to me. I cried in a way that I haven’t since I was a small child- broken by my parents’ words, mistakes, and anger. I curled my knees to myself and remembered that I can do hard things. I started to wonder where we went wrong. Because my feelings for you never changed. But then I realized that was never the issue. These words I read now ring as true today as they did over the four years you wrote them. But I want them back. I want you back. I want pragmatism and growth. I want to talk about the hard things and work them through. But I can’t tell you that. I can’t tell you anything because you don’t want to hear it. Because you’re hurt and you want space. So if you stumble upon this blog- the one I told you not to look at all those years ago- I will let a few snippets of your words remind you. Mind you, these are 12 out of about 30.

1. Baby. I want the future with you. It just hit me so hard. I want the visions I have. I want us and I don't see that changing. We are the most beautiful couple I have ever encountered. Not just because we're both convinced the other is drop dead gorgeous, but because I see such magnificent potential in us, together. We are that rare couple that could actually have the dream life that everyone wants and fears is impossible or that they don't deserve it. Health, happiness, adventures, perfect children, successful careers, growth and excitement, cuddles, intellectual stimulation, respect for each other, kisses that leave us breathless, freedom, good friends that we both care about, a lovely home, a dorky dog or five, all the sex we can handle, our families coming together wonderfully, and true fucking love. I want it all with you and I believe that we can have it with all my heart. Ugh I want it and I'm so excited to build towards the future we want. With you. Every damn day, one day at a time.

2. Morning love. To build a home? I'll always like yours more. I'm binging your music this morning. Speaking of songs that make me cry. Night in shining armor? I love that whole analogy. Your words are one of my favorite things about you. I love the music that spills from your lips, whether you're singing or laughing or reading or teasing me. It's all heavenly music to my ears. I'm so proud to be your person, your once and future someone. I love you so much. The dark times have passed baby, you brought the light back into my life.

3. This one's hard to explain. I've never met someone who is such a clean harmony. Your identity, your character, is a beautiful, pure chord. Every interaction I have with you I hear that resonance, and the notes weave together perfectly. That chord resonates with who I am on such a deep level, and I could hear it from the very first moment we interacted. I want to listen to that chord every day, to hear it form your melody, day in and day out. Puzzle out it's layers and listen to you add more. And to play my own song to match yours, to create our own wonderful song in this life.

4. You elicit feeling so well with words, sometimes it makes me feel inadequate

The way you express yourself so effortlessly

Because I've always prided myself on communicating verbally

But it comes pretty effortlessly to me too

Especially when I talk about you

I know I keep coming back to this, I'm sorry

But it resonates so strongly with me

To imagine you as a song, chord, or melody

The way your music weaves with mine

Haunting, ethereal, and divine

You make my eyes and heart shine

With love and affection, at my most painful times

When I can't feel it about myself

You come to my house and put happy memories upon my shelf

I want to show you how much you mean to me

So that you will always see

You are my light

And in the middle of the night

When I roll over and feel your breath

On my neck, I don't fear death

Because a life next to you is a life worth living

The love I have for you is a love worth giving

5. I was watching How I Met Your Mother, and to be honest that show really means a lot to me. I'm not sure why I bonded it with it so hard, it feels kind of silly in retrospect, but I did. In the episode, the main character runs into the girl who left him at the altar for another man, and they talk about true love and who you choose to be with. And the guy has an open moment about his yearning for that special connection that people find so rarely. That spark between people that's so unique and magical when it occurs. The song Careful by Michelle Featherstone plays in the background. I'm sure you've heard it, and it just pulled at my heartstrings. Maybe listen to it as you read this? Bc I am as I write. It makes me think of you. I've said it before, and the words fall flat, but I'm so damn grateful for you. Every piece of you. The fractals, the perfectly formed little moments of unadulterated Merlyn, that come together to form this perfectly cohesive being of fucking light. You know me. And I don't like to admit that I falter, or that I need help from anyone. It goes against what I've been trained to be by my father, my experiences, and my own cynical nature. Before you walked into my life...I wasn't entirely happy. I was missing something. I could feel it. And it made me ache. I went looking for it everywhere, even though I wasn't sure what it would look like when I found it. But I knew how it would feel. And you... you rescued me. From my own damn self. I'm prone to loneliness for a number of reasons. I'm solitary. I like to be independent. I'm proud. I can be harsh and judgmental. I get exhausted by humanity. I can be very sensitive when I'm vulnerable, and I don't like to give more than a handful of people the power to touch my heart. But since you walked into my life? I don't have to look anymore. I have never felt such constantly genuine, gentle, fierce, and unselfish support from anyone. Not from my parents, not from friends, my cousins, my lovers. No one has ever looked at me the way you do. No one has ever been so unyieldingly loving. Every time I have trusted you with more of my heart and my self, you do your absolute best to make me feel valued and loved. No matter how that best manifested, I have always felt your effort. You are always careful with my heart. I used to carry around this utter, soul crushing feeling that I missed someone. Someone vital. But there was no one to miss. And I didn't know where to direct that desire for connection. I got lonely because I wanted someones company...that I didn't know. But since I met you, I haven't felt that even once. I have only rarely felt lonely, and even in those moments, it was because I fucking missed YOU. Your laugh, your touch, our connection. And that's such a revelation to me. To know the face of the person I feel I've been missing all this time. It's been you. I love you, Merlyn. You are an unparalleled treasure to me.

6. God damn it Merlyn, I have so much love for you. I'm so lucky to have you, the thought of losing you is a nightmare. I want late night quesadillas and then to push each other to eat right. I want to scoff at each other's baby names until we get to ones we both love. I want to be your shoulder to lean on, cry on, or try to dislocate with a kimura. I want yours to be the same for me (maybe without the kimura bit?) I want to sing duets with you and write stories on lazy Sunday afternoons. I want to make you grin and I want to make you bite your lip. I want to hear your breathing every night when I go to sleep. I want to put Tristan on my shoulders, have a debate with Chris, try to get your cat to like me. I want you to cuddle into me and let me hold you at night even when I get hot because you're the most precious fucking thing in the world to me. I want you to train with my dad and shop with my mom. I want to get drinks with your mom and laugh at your dad's dirty jokes. I want to travel with you, go jet skiing on tropical islands and throw snowballs at each other in the mountains. I want to walk around crowded cities with you until I get too anxious but you tell me to chill out and stop being such a baby about it. I want to hear my daughter call you mother. I want to see you spin like you did when I first walked you home. Nothing brings me more joy than the thought of sharing the little moments, the big moments, and everything in between with you. Nothing is worth jeopardizing that future for me. I love you with all that I am. Count on it.

7. I just read all your words top to bottom and they hit me hard. I've been looking at them as bits and pieces. One day, one note at a time, not a tapestry. All together in one sitting, I can just feel where your heart was, and maybe still is. I hope it still is in some ways, because I've never been loved like how you love me. Not with such admiration or surety. I've never been wanted the way you want me. It makes me feel simultaneously unworthy and determined to live up to your love. It breaks me to feel the pain in your pen strokes. I want to wrap you up in my arms and fend away anything that would ever make you cry. I hate myself sometimes for making you cry. It breaks me every time, a corruption of my purpose. Every time, to read the simple words "today was hard..." It rips me apart. I love, live to see you smile. To laugh with you. To make music with you, whatever the form. I'm sorry for all the pain I've ever caused you, my darling. It's never my intention. You are my most precious gift, and words fall short of expressing the breadth and complexity of my feelings for you. They boil down to what you've written over and over again though: I want this life with you. I want all the complications, all the routine days, all the late night phone calls, and the adventures. I want to walk around knowing we have the same last name. I want you. Endlessly I want you. I wish I could pull a fragment of that feeling out of my chest and give it to you just so that you'd understand. God I miss you. I love you. You are my partner, and I hope that stays true for the rest of our lives. I can't say it enough. You are everything to me. I want you to express every part of you, never stop, because I love them all. Every mellifluous note in your melodies, every word of poetry in your fascinating mind, every fierce moment on the mat, every tear that falls in your fragile, vulnerable moments. I want to be there. To give you love and to be the best partner I can be. For you. God I can never say enough

8. Kay I'm heading to bed so gonna write this out. It's difficult. Love defies definition by its very nature. Which is a paradoxical statement right out the gate but whatever. I started writing my response in a philosophical approach but it didn't feel right. There's no need to ramble about Forms or essence or any of that philosophy mumbo jumbo. All that matters is how you opened my eyes. I used to think that love was about passion above and to the detriment of everything else. I used to think that love and pain were joined at the hip, inseparable. I used to fear that love was a curse, a burden, a surrender. I used to think that to fall for someone was a trap, and that you were taking a terrible gamble by giving someone the power to destroy you. I used to think that relationships were ropes and that love was a noose. I used to think that love was jealous, demanding, forceful, combative. I used to think that love was sporadic and messy. I used to think that there was no true, sustainable happiness to be found. You've turned it all around. Hell, you've upended the board and thrown away the rulebook. You've shown me that love is a balance of passion and choice, that they should play off each other build each other up. One is useless without the other. Passion will burn you out, but so too can you drown going through the motions. I've been through both. You're the only one that has struck the balance with me. You've shown me that the only necessary pains from love are the growing pains. I've been given and dealt horrible wounds, been through wars. Our relationship is the only one in which both parties can put their weapons down. You've shown me that love is a tank of oxygen when you're drowning, a shoulder to lean on, an investment. Trusting you with my heart has liberated and empowered me. I believe that trusting me with yours has done the same for you. We use that understanding of each other to lend strength, to give joy, to protect. You've shown me that relationships are lanterns and that love is the sun. You lit up my world. You've shown me that love is generous, thoughtful, gentle, supportive. You've shown me that it's steady and pure. You've shown me that happily ever after isn't just in storybooks. It's attainable. We have an obligation to chase it. We've been given a gift. And I will be grateful for it for the rest of my life. I will cherish it. I will cherish you. You've given me everything. You are my true love. Goodnight I hope you sleep well

9. Darling, gorge yourself on my love

I pray to God that it’s enough

To fill you up and keep us above

The water line of that rising slough

Darling, gorge yourself on my heart

I pray to God it’s what you need

Ignore the pain in the darker part

Come home again to me to feed

Darling, gorge yourself on my mind

I pray to God it’s what you want

Those angry echoes you may find

Don’t let them drive you from this haunt

Darling gorge yourself on me

I pray to God I’m what you crave

I know I’m flawed but I can be

The one who saves you, the one you save

Oh darling, I’ll gorge myself on you

On your mind and body, heart and soul

So darling, gorge yourself on me too

To keep us human, keep us whole

10. I want us to be tethered by the sea, to back each other to the hilt, to paint the walls red with love, to get lost in the light. Baby I promise I will take true care of you, tell you that some things last, and know you better than your piano. Because you found me. You came out of nowhere, you made me fall in love with a single touch, and this ain't a haunted house no more. I can't take my mind off of you. Only you can help me to forget the terror that comes and goes in waves. You keep me warm, and I know that all will be well and we'll be just fine. So don't give up love. Three more months, flyin your way home to me. We'll be inches apart and even closer at heart. So send me your location, cause I'm jealous of the wind that ripples through your clothes. Put your eyes on me, and I know a place that we can get away. Say you won't let go, tell me it's real, and let's go somewhere only we know. We won't need to take our clothes off to have a good time, but I'll get the lights and you lock the door, cuz we won't leave that room til we both feel more. Cause I see it all without the lights. No one will ever see you the way my eyes do. You are something to behold. Elegant and bold, you are unforgettable. You are the fire and the flood. Last night I woke the fuck up, realized I never wanted anything so much as to drown in your love. If you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts could tell. I feel life for the very first time: love in my arms and the sun in my eyes. Ohh I fall apart, and I can't help falling in love with you. I still can't believe that I found love where it wasn't supposed to be. Right in front of me. At (college). I made a fumbling play for your heart, and the act struck a spark. I want to be with you for the rest of my life and beyond. No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to you and go straight into your arms. I'm in love with all that you are.

11. You always wonder about the future. What makes you different from the others. There are infinite answers, but some of the biggest ones are that..you make me understand and feel things that people always say but never mean. Until you, I've never truly wanted all of someone. And I mean it when I say I want ALL of you. I am in love with every inch of you, every word that comes out of your mouth, every little habit, every quirk. I have wanted every piece of you in every moment that I've known you without fail. I have never adored anyone or anything so much. You are perfection to me. In the truest sense of the word baby. You make the cliches make sense. You make them feel not cliche. It's incredible. You make sense in my bones. I am so in love with you. I can picture nothing more glorious than a life with you. That's how I know you're the one. Because it's obvious. And when it's right, it should just he obvious. Easiest choice in the world.

12 Goodnight ____. I hope you sleep well. I really enjoyed hanging out and listening to you play tonight. I know you were half joking about how I should be paying you compliments, but your music abilities really are such a gift. It always makes me happy when you use them. You get this energy about you that’s so wonderful to see. I’m listening to your soundcloud stuff again now. Been a while since I’ve done that, haven’t had access to the account for a bit. I wish you had more of your stuff on here. It’s all so lovely. It always makes me think about us. You don’t seem to care for it much, but especially To My Future Someone. I hope I live up to all you dreamt I’d be when you wrote those words. I hope to the gods I’m the one you sang about. Because you are everything I ever wanted in a true love, and more. Things that I didn’t even know I needed. You’ve made me a kinder, much more grateful man. And a happier soul. You deserve the best in this world, and I’ll always do my utmost to be him. I’m so in love with you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, my light. Sweet dreams.

When did the thought of losing me stop being a nightmare? Because the hurt was never more than this. Never more than this love. You said in another snippet that you’d do anything to be the person I built a home with; you’d do your best to be the my person and to never hurt me. But you don’t want to be with me. And you chose your nightmare over your dreams. And I still choose you. I still chose you every second of every fucking day. It was my nightmare too and I’m living it.

But, I’m changing. I’m harder now. The tears don’t fall quite as easily as they used to. And at least I know who I am now. I am a warrior. I am beautiful. I am strong. I am new. Don’t think 8 weeks can change someone?? Come see me again. I’ll show you exactly who I’m not anymore. The only thing that hasn’t changed is my love for you.

And if you want to lose these words and this love, so be it. I won’t fight you. I won’t fear you or that anymore. I don’t want to be the only one fighting. I can’t. And I won’t be afraid of my worst nightmares because they have come true and even though I pray I won’t lose you, nothing in this life is certain. If you don’t want to fight, I will be someone else’s light someday. And I will shine unashamed; unabashed; strong and sure. I will bring beautiful children, music, and love into the world. But until then, I’ll be my own light, and set my darkness aflame every morning, just as I have since the day you left. After all, there’s not much darkness left anymore.

#journalentry #long reads #personal entry

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stanskzseungmin · 5 years ago

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BC ~ Corpse Party

Supernatural! + CorpseParty! AU

Genre: Angst, Horror

Trigger Warnings: Graphic descriptions of gore and death, Chan has a bit of a potty mouth oop-

Word Count: 4834

A/N: I took light inspirations from Corpse Party, but it isn't a direct retelling of the series. Credits to the original owners of Corpse Party for giving me inspiration for this imagining as well as credits for the character, Sachiko, and the Sachiko Ever After charm.

A/N 2: i actually tried to proofread this time (I know, shocking), but I got lazy and really want to get this one up lmao. So we kinda dying like men?

A/N 3: I suggest listening to the soundtrack as you read, but it's fine too if you don't.

Chan and you had always been close. You both grew up as next door neighbors. The two of you formed a fast friendship when your ball accidentally rolled over to your neighbor’s yard with it stopping by his feet. The dark haired boy with chubby cheeks looked at you with your red cherry ball within his hands. You had asked him if he wanted to play play along with a wide toothy smile that showed the gap in your teeth. You ran over the boundary to grab him by the wrist and the rest was history.

“Hey, short stuff. Are you ready to leave this hell hole?” Chan chuckled landing a light punch on your shoulder.

“You’re not going to be able to leave this hell hole if you don’t study for your final. I didn’t agree to stay after school to tutor you just for you to fool around,” you smiled back tossing a rolled up paper ball at him. The ball bouncing pathetically off his forehead, eliciting a “hey!” from him.

“Nu uh. You’re not tutoring me, I’m tutoring you,” Chan enunciated by pointing at himself then pointing at you.

“Dork,” Chan laughed at your remark. ”Chan, we’re tutoring each other on different subjects.”

“I can’t wait to go home, I’m pooped,” Chan exclaimed dramatically.

“Me too, but we’re stuck here until the storm ends,” you pointed your pen to the window with rain pattering against the glass as the night sky lit up with a loud thunderous boom.

“Ugh!” Chan leaned back in his chair and throwing his head back.

“Might as well to use this time to not procrastinate and squeeze in extra studying,” you suggested.

“But I don’t wanna~” Chan whined.

“What are you? 8?” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Don’t you have any other ideas?” Chan sighed slumping over the table, sprawling his limbs over both your notes.

“I got one idea.”

“Do tell,” Chan sat up leaning his cheek on his hand.

“Do you have scissors?” you asked pulling out a sheet of paper.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Chan rummaged through his backpack for the school supply.

“Have you ever heard about the ’Sachiko Ever After’ charm?” you asked grabbing the scissors from his grasp.

“Mmm mmm,” Chan pressed his lips together as he shook his head.

“I read it on a blog online,” you started, cutting the paper into a doll shape. “It’s a charm that blesses people with eternal friendship.”

“Lame,“ Chan snorted.

“Rude,” you pouted.

“Hey, we’ll still be friends forever,” Chan smiled grabbing your hand gently shaking it softly. “So what is it?”

“Legend has it that years ago there was a school that was met with a tragedy. The school nurse died in a tragic accident: she fell down the stairs and her neck was deformed and bent out of shape. Allegedly her daughter, Sachiko, went missing that same night.”

“And this ensures eternal friendship how?” Chan inquired, his eyebrow quirking up. The room lit up as thunder boomed.

You shrugged as you cleaned up the shape of the paper doll. “They say that her spirit still wanders the earth and she has the ability to grant wishes. If you do the ‘Sachiko Ever After’ charm, her spirit will channel through and give her blessings for eternal friendship.”

“Cool,” Chan smiled. “So how do we do it?”

You held up the paper doll. “We need at least two people in order to do the charm. We both have to firmly grasp parts of this doll, then we chant ‘Sachiko, we beg of you.’ We have to do it in our head, one time for each person in the room. In our case, we have to chant it twice. Afterwards, we have to pull on the doll. Ideally, we keep the paper scrap on our person at all times.”

Thunder struck loudly as the room shook lightly.

Chan laughed. “This could be a sign? Sachiko doesn’t want us to be friends.”

“Very funny, Chan,” you responded sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Chan grinned at you grabbing the doll’s legs with you grabbing the head.

“You ready?” you looked at him.

“Yeah,” Chan smiled.

‘Sachiko, we beg of you. Sachiko, we beg of you.’

Chan and you made eye contact and nodded to each other signifying you were done. With a firm grip, you both pulled on the doll, the paper ripping along the waist.

Lightning tore through the night sky as deafeningly loud thunder broke through the silence. The walls shook lightly as the lights flicker. The window shatters as the harsh winds force the tree branch that was tapping on the glass to break through.

“Wack,” Chan frowned, leaning over to his backpack to grab his wallet and slide his piece of paper into it with you doing the same to yours.

“So, now you’re stuck with me for eternity,” you giggled.

“Gasp. The horror!” Chan smiled as he grabbed the fabric of his shirt over where his heart is residing before throwing an arm around you to pull you into a hug.

You and Chan paused as the entire building shook. The tables moving along the vibrations. The lights were flickerings as books were shaken out of the book shelves.

“Earthquake!” Chan called out, reaching out to grab your shoulders to pull you down to the ground.

“Channie!” you called out, with panic laced in your voice.

“I’m here, I got you-”

The ground shook once more, this time the shaking was so much more forceful. You felt the vibrations stopping momentarily as the ground disappeared below you. Your heart skipped a beat and you and Chan stared at the dark abyss that suddenly appeared below you. Soon afterwards, both you and Chan starting falling into the darkness as a scream ripped out of your throat.

“Y/N!” Chan called out to you, reaching out to you. Your hands reach up to grab at his sleeves as he pulled you close to his body. “Don’t let go!”

That was the last thing you’ve heard before you were engulfed by the darkness.

You awaken (by Stray Kids) in an unfamiliar place. You sat up slightly, feeling the searing pain in your shoulder. You let out a small whine as you rubbed at your aching shoulder with your free hand.

“Chan?” you called out for your friend realizing he wasn’t with you. “CHAN?!”

You stood up on your knees as your frantically looked around the room. Outside the window was the same familiar thundering storm, but the room you were in was unfamiliar. The walls were greying and weak. The paint has chipped off, worn over the years exposing the weak splintering wood underneath. The floor was made of the same wood. There were holes decorating the floor as a few planks were popped up. Surrounding you were many desks, broken and tattered, knocked over haphazardly. Curiously, the desks were all on the smaller side. There were a few posters pasted to the walls, the ink and image faded away due to age. You can barely make out the faded text and image. It looked to be what was one a colorful cartoonish image with various letters on it.

Were you in...an elementary school?

“Channie?” you called out again, standing on your feet.

Thunder rumbled lightly outside as the rain pitter pattered lightly on the window. Lightning cracked through the atmosphere again, illuminating the dark room momentarily. You screamed at what you saw, backing up quickly. Your back roughly collided into the book shelf as you lost balance. Your hands reach out to the shelf to catch yourself.

Opposite of you on the other side of the room, was a sprawled body. An arm was outstretched as the head rested on the limb. Both eyes were void of any contents as it appeared as if a vast emptiness was staring deep into your soul. The mouth was open in a silent scream. The skin was grey with several wrinkles and had a texture similar to leather. The clothes were ripped and tattered as you saw bone peeking through the holes.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out, feeling your legs give out under you. You curled up on the floor, pulling your knees to your chest. Your hands overlap over your erratic heart as your breaths labor. You felt a chill ran down your spine as goosebumps appeared on your arms. You lifted your arm into view as your fingers grazed over the bumps to soothe them.

In your peripherals, a blue light illuminated the corner. In curiosity, you faced the light. Your heart dropping as your eyes widen. In a seated position with her knees pulled to her chest, a girl, red, boring deep into your souls. Her skin looked pure and pale as a sheet, but her red attire, what used to be a pretty red dress was torn and distressed. The fabric was fraying out and dirtied with who knows what -- things you wouldn’t dare to imagine. The figure’s hair was long and dark and in disarray. Strands of hair lingered in front of her face as her glaring wide eyes peeked through, you can feel her gaze burning holes through you.

You made eye contact with a girl as you felt an electric shock running throughout your veins. Cold sweat began forming in various spots in your body as your breathing became increasingly more labored. Fear wracked your body when you realized that your limbs felt as if it wasn’t your own anymore. The girl, without a sudden sound, stood upright in a straight posture and walked menacingly close to you. You wanted to protest, but even your mouth betrayed you. Your mouth was fixed in its clenched position as you were forced to watch the specter inch ever so closer to you. A hand was brought to her chest as the object glinted. Held by the base of the blade, was a squeaky clean unrusted pair of scissors as the lips curled upward in a small innocent smile.

Your blood curdling scream ripped through the air.

Chan had awaken with a jolt as he shot awake. His head was pounding as he rolled onto his back with a pained moan. He brought his fingers up to the throbbing pain, feeling warm liquid and a slight stinging upon contact. Bringing his hand into view revealed to the Aussie his brilliantly red coated fingers.

“Fuck,” Chan let his hand fall limp as he screwed his eyes shut. Chan let out a breathy sigh as he cracked his eyes open a bit. He took a nice long look at the cracked, worn and discolored ceiling not recognizing it.

“What the fuck? Where am I?” Chan wondered out loud shooting up into a sitting position, wincing loudly at the throbbing on his head protesting from the abrupt action.

“Ow ow ow,” Chan pressed his palm firmly onto the head wound as he willed himself off the ground.

Lightning illuminated the room briefly. It was a small quaint room with faint evidence of childish crayon and marker scribbles on the wall. The floor was littered with various markers and crayons as well as various toys. Chan scanned the room from left to right. He eyed the sprawled out letter blocks, each block was gathering dust and spread out haphazardly. He then analyzed the several balls that were scattered on the floor. Chan’s eyes narrowed at a point of interest as he stepped forward towards an oddly familiar ball.

“What the fuck?” Chan shook his head in disbelief. His hand reached for the ball, his fingers grazing over the worn rubber as he rolled it towards him.

“No,” Chan said sternly backing away quickly from the ball. Written on the ball scribbled with permanent marker was his and your names from your childhood days. Chan remembered the ball that started his long lasting friendship and vaguely recalled the ball popping and tossed due to the worn rubber from continuous use and play being weak and thin. Chan remembered the ball bouncing into his parent’s rose bush and the beloved toy popping.

“That’s- that’s not possible,” Chan whispered out. Chan turned away to step out of the room only to trip over the stacks of blocks gathered by his feet. “What?”

Chan’s eyes darted to the corner where the blocks were previously rested at only to find it bare. How did it gather at his feet?

"This is getting freaky," Chan grumbled stepping over the blocks.

Chan made his way towards the door of the room only to find a flipped over toy remote car blocking the doorway. Unlike everything else in the room that was greying and gathering dust, the car had a brilliant gloss and sheen over the red paint. Chan bent down to pick up the toy car and examine it closely. It looked to be in pristine condition with a fairly strong smell of fresh plastic.

"Why- aah!" Chan yelped when the car revved to life as the front two wheels began turning left and right frantically dropping the car as it fell and bounced on the ground. Pieces of plastic shattered and fluttered off during impact. The car bounced and rolled until it was on its hood, the battery casing popping off the bottom.

It was empty.

A loud scream shrieked through the atmosphere as Chan jumped up ready.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Chan barreled out of the room into an unfamiliar hallway.

"Oh shit," Chan cursed as he stopped just in time, swaying back and forth trying to keep his balance. The room Chan was in led to a collapsed floor. The wood was splintering around the edges and the remaining wood creaked and groaned under Chan's weight. Chan peered down the hole, it seemed endless; Chan was unable to see past the darkness.

Chan pressed his back against the wall to shimmy his way to his right down the hallway back to solid ground. Going left wasn't an option do to the lack of structurally sound wood, the ones that were there looked as if they were rotting away and can give way when applied any sort of pressure.

Chan could hear you scream once more.

"Y/N?" Chan looked past the huge collapsed gap on the floor as he sees you stumbling out of your room, landing directly on your back. Your eyes were wide and glossy, your hair was disheveled with several strands sticking in every direction. Panic wracked through your body, Chan can see all the trembles and could almost hear your labored breathing.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Chan tried to call out to you from his side of the gap.

Your head slowly turned to face his directly as your face paled impossibly whiter as if you've seen a ghost. Whimpers erupted from your lips as you quickly back up and ran away.

"Y/N! Wait!" Chan called out, reaching out an arm, but you were already gone.

You whimpered to yourself as you slowly walked down the stairs, jumping slightly after every creek of the wood holding against your weight. Paranoia wracked your being as your dilating eyes dart back and forth at every single nook and cranny. The air felt heavier the further you walked down as if there were more paranormal activity in the air, but you kept pushing on. You needed to get away from that thing you saw.

"Anything was better than that," you would whisper to yourself in a dire attempt to console your erratically beating heart. A fleeting feeling rushed through you. The heavy atmosphere felt as if it was pushing against you, the weight of it putting pressure over the entire surface area of your body. Your thighs subconsciously rubbed against each other as your hands absentmindedly trailed down to your pelvis area. You didn't notice it before, but it felt full and overflowing, close to bursting. The heavy atmosphere made the need for relief more dire.

You whined loudly. Why did you need to go now of all times?

You rushed down the hallway, each step creaking loudly in protest as you pushed opened the door. You yelped after being greeted by another deceased form, two actually. One larger than the other as it held the smaller within its arms. Both their eyes were hollow and dark like the one before, but their facial skin had more integrity. It was off colored with hollow cheeks. Their clothes looked clean, almost too clean. What was more off putting was the familiarity of it. You screamed shaking your head vigorously as tears flowed out in streams with your body shaking in fear.

They were donning what you and Chan were wearing.

"How horrible," Chan grumbled gazing at the sight of two bodies before him. One was was upright against the wall with the other sprawled on the floor. The one sat up right had a dark stain on their dress shirt. The once white shirt now had a large black spot. The skin underneath looked raw and torn, the flesh looked ferociously torn open by a wild animal. The other body lying on the floor had a similar black stain along their jaw. The body had decayed enough where the skin shriveled and exposed the teeth, within the junction between two teeth had evidence of meaty flesh that used to be there.

Chan groaned in disgust as he leaned down to grasp at the discarded piece of parchment. The back was blank and had a dark browning blood smear. Chan turned the piece of parchment over to read the desperate chicken scratch. Most of it was illegible and covered by drying bits of blood and dirt.

"We… starving.

… food…

Itchy… scratchy…

Rock, paper, scissors

Loser… eats winner."

"Oh my fucking god," Chan exclaimed tossing aside the scrap note. "This has got to be a sick joke."

Chan shuddered momentarily as he continued down his hallway trying to make his way to you. Chan wasn’t really the type to believe in the paranormal. Sure, Chan liked to indulge in the superstitions and the good scare of ghost stories (much to your dismay), but that doesn’t necessarily mean he believes in them. The whole building seemed to look in complete disrepair as if not a single soul has been here for years. The entire place was silent, more or less, the only noises that permeated throughout the entire building were the muffled thunderstorm outside, the building settling and himself. Chan’s entire body stiffened as a cold chill ran down his spine. A low moaning came and went like it wasn’t even there. Chan whipped around to check his behind only to see nothing out of the ordinary. Soft gurgling could be heard, similar to someone gurgling their mouth with mouthwash. Chan whipped around once more, each noise came and went but it sounded like it was directly behind him.

“What is this bullshit?” Chan mumbled under his breath, turning back the way he was originally going. His breath hitched when he noticed a figure of a small child glowing a pale blue at the end of the hallway. Chan’s eyes widen as he blinked repeatedly.

“No,” Chan spat. “I am not seeing ghosts.”

The same gurgling sound could be heard from the child. Chan gulped once he finally took in the child’s entire appearance. The child was wearing what used to be a white sweater, the white now painted a brilliant red along with a simple pleated skirt, knee high socks and black flats-- standard elementary uniform. While her body seems physically unharmed, her head was an entirely different story. Chan froze in place as he felt as if his feet were nailed to the ground. The girl trudged towards Chan with a slight wobble and limp to her step. A bloodied hand was outreached trying to grasp at Chan as she walked closer. Chan’s jaw went slack staring directly at the girl, everything jaw up was missing. It was a painful sight. The skin looked red and raw, the anatomical evidence of the upper mandible and the upper vertebrates of the spine was gone. Pieces of hair were desperately holding onto the missing skin of the neckline and the skin desperately looked like it was ready to roll back down as if you wore pants with too loose of a waist band. The flatness of it was horrendous, the lower half of her head look as if it was displaying the lower jaw and tongue on a rouge serving platter.

Another loud scream broke him from his trance. Your scream.

The headless girl still walked over towards Chan every so slightly with an arm outstretched with gurgling noises coming from the blood bubbling in her esophagus. Even if the danger before had a higher threat, his priority was you. Chan pushed forward sidestepping the girl, her tiny hands barely missed Chan as he rushed for the staircase behind her. Chan barreled down the stairs, his left hand holding on the railing using it as leverage to swing around the staircase. Chan let out a pained yelped as his fingers sliced on something. Chan stopped where he stood to examine his fingers. A huge gash was lined diagonally beginning from his index down to his middle as the blood spewed out in rivers of red as it dripped to the floor.

“Ah, shit. Shit, shit, shit,” Chan cursed grasping at his fingers trying to stop the blood flow. Upon closer inspection, Chan noticed a singular nail protruding out of the hand rail. A bundle of piano wire was gathered around the metal objects as it stretched out to the wall opposite. A small portion of the wire was dyed red with Chan’s blood as a singular drop fell towards the floor.

“What the fuck?” Chan breathed out, analyzing the wire. His uninjured hand ghosted over the wire wincing by how sharp it was. It was thin, almost transparent to the naked eye. Only upon close inspection with a critical eye, would one see the metal wire.

“That’s fucked up,” Chan ducked under that metal wire to continue on.

What you don’t know, can’t hurt anyone right?

You were currently waddling with your thighs being pushed together as you desperately trying to hold it in. You had some pride within you, you wouldn’t be able to live it down if you had to squat in the corner to relieve yourself. Even if Chan never knew about it, you can practically hear Chan clowning you about it for the rest of your life.

“Oh my god, yes! Thank you!” you sighed as your bolted toward the restroom with a sign that displayed a silhouette in a skirt. Your hand reached for the handle when a familiar voice from within stopped you. It was an old fashioned knob with an old fashioned keyhole. You kneeled down peek through the keyhole. As you expected, the voice was indeed familiar. You could see Chan standing before a stall. His head was hung low slightly. You noticed there was someone in the stall Chan was standing in front of, but you couldn’t see or hear who it was. Only parts of her front were peeking out of the stall, you can faintly see the outline of the figure standing on a bucket with their arms rope bound before her. You could also make out a rope tied to the ceiling.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you panicked as your heart raced in your chest. You watch Chan without hesitation kick the bucket from under the figure as their bound hands flew to their neck. “Oh god. Channie, why?” you wailed out. You gasped when you see Chan turn his head towards the door, his eyes were hidden behind his fringes that were matte and almost sticking to his forehead.

Whimpering lightly, you stumbled backwards totally ignoring the need to relieve yourself as adrenaline rushed through your system. Quickly getting up to your feet, you sprinted the other way, ducking into the first hallway you passed. Your eyes were clenched shut as you blindly sprinted the other direction. The sound of your erratic heartbeat was thundering loudly in your ears as you heard heavy footsteps behind you.

You screamed when you collided with a hard chest. The impact sending you falling to the ground with you landing on your butt ungracefully.

“Y/N?” the voice called out to you. You felt his hand gently grasping your arm.

“No! Let me go!” you wailed, kicking at your assailant.

“Y/N? Y/N! It’s me, Chan! It’s ok, I got you!” he tried to calm you down by grasping at both your flailing arms.

Your eyes cracked open to the man before you. How did he end up ahead of you? You didn’t even stop to consider that he actually looks different. Unlike the Chan you saw just moments before, this Chan actually had a head injury-- red, raw, puffy and bleeding and his fringe was still styled up and out of his face exposing his forehead and eyes.

However, the murder you had witnessed was still fresh in your mind. You screamed and thrashed within Chan’s grip who was desperately trying to ground you in reality. Your breathing was getting ragged and breathy as panic struck. You watched Chan murder someone, what if he was going to murder you too?

“It’s ok. It’s ok, Y/N. Just breathe!” Chan spoke calmly trying not to prod at your panic attack. “Y/-”

You managed to release your dominant arm from his grip and gave him a firm blow to the jaw with your fist and kicking him off of you, by landing a swift harsh kick to his torso knocking the air out of his lungs and him flying backwards. Chan was coughing roughly from the harsh attack.

“Y/-” he coughed, interrupting himself mid sentence. You got up, jumping over his downed body and sprinted down the hallway.

“Wait! Y/N!” Chan called out to you as he stood up to follow.

“Get away from me!”

“Why? Y/N, wait! Talk to me, please!”

“No! No! No! Leave me alone!” you bawled, your voice cracking after every word. You pulled open the door to the stairway and ran up the stairs. The door swinging shut behind you as Chan’s eyes widen in horror remembering what was there.

“Y/N! DUCK!” Chan screamed out desperately.

“What?” you breathed out.

Thump.

Chan’s heart skipped a beat as he stopped before the door. Suddenly he felt as if he was a fly ensnared in a fly trap. His legs were heavy as if gravity had his ankles in a vice grip.

“Y/N?” Chan whispered out, his voice betrayed him.

“Y/N?” he called out once more weeping.

He willed his legs to move even if they so desperately want to stay rooted to the ground. With trembling hands, he wrapped his fingers around the door handle and slowly pulled the door open. His heart was trembling in his chest as he feared what was going to be revealed behind the door.

“No, no, no,” Chan weeped shaking his head. His face scrunched up as his lips parted to weep and his eyes welled with tears. A strong stench of urine filled his nose. Your body was slumped over the incline of stairs with a leg bent awkwardly in an unnatural direction, a puddle of liquid pooling just below your pelvis. Your eyes were wide staring straight at him as your jaw went slack. Your cheeks were decorated by the recently running tears. From the piano wire suspended in between the wall and the railing, a section was red and dripping as your head rolled, bouncing pathetically down each step like a deflated ball with it stopping by his feet.

“Hey there! Do you want to play ball with me?” you called out with a toothy smile, showing off the gap between your teeth proudly.

Ugly screams ripped through his vocal chords. Chan’s cries of despair, mourning and pure raw emotion kept coming out. His voice reverberated throughout the walls. Chan fell to his knees, his hands grasping at his locks pulling at it as he kept screaming. His eyes were wide as his gaze couldn’t focus on anything other than your lifeless orbs.

Stood atop the stairway as the familiar headless specter in blue. Chan looked at her in horror as tears free fell from his eyes. She outreached her hand again, but this time something was within her small grasp. Chan recognized the faux leather material, the smiling faces of you and Chan was shown from the display pocket of your wallet. In her other hand, the bottomless paper doll that was yours. Chan can feel the weightless paper scrap securely stored in his wallet weighing down his pocket.

“Cool,” Chan smiled. “So how do we do it?”

You held up the paper doll. “We need at least two people in order to do the charm.”

We need at least two people in order to escape.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids angst #stray kids chan #bang chan #skz chan #stray kids imagines #chan

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warlock-enthusiast · 5 years ago

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Waking up slow

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Adam du Mortain x female Detective (in the future)

Detective Kat Kingston faces a murder, Unit Bravo and her mother.

Chapter 2: a second murder makes Kat doubt her abilities as a Detective

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Chapter 1

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I was unaware You were lighting flares Now I'm runing scared How did it come to this?

Kat rested her head against the steering wheel.

Another victim.

Another one, she didn’t protect. Garret Hayes lay dead and cold beneath the harsh lights of Verda’s lab, neck mauled and eyes milky. The sight alone made her stomach turn, though having to deliver the news to his mother took her number one spot of upsetting experiences of this day. Kate had started to cry immediately and she’d got down on her knees to pull her close and comfort her.

Even with the help of Adam’s erie, professional abilities, nothing much had come out of questioning the grieving woman afterward. Kat didn’t blame her, but she couldn’t help but wish for even the smallest trace of their killer.

Garret’s death seemed more personal somehow, closer to home than Janet’s, and Kat hated herself for lacking objectivism.

She tried to breathe and to ignore the memory of Tina’s face when suspicion had become reality. How her warm eyes filled with tears, how she firmly pressed her lips together to suppress a sob.

Kat felt exhaustion grip her whole body.

Where to go with this investigation? A vicious murder ran rampage in her town and left almost no evidence but some blood and saliva and more questions than answers. Motives? Profile? A link between the victims?

Her hands shook, as she fumbled for her keys.

Maybe she wasn’t meant to be a Detective. Maybe all of this had been a pipe dream from the beginning or an attempt to impress her mother. She’d started this career to help and to protect and frankly, Kat currently sucked at both. Good grades and tests held no value, if you couldn’t handle a real situation and failed at solving two murders. Especially, if your body crumbled beneath the first symptoms of stress.

“Detective Kingston?” Adam crouched down to look through her window. “It’s late. You need to go home.”

“Eh.” Kat sat up straight, feeling herself blush with shame. “Yes, of course. I was … I.” She stumbled over her own words and saw his green eyes squint against the streetlights.

“You need someone to take you?” Adam’s face remained passive and unreadable and she heard a note of impatience . Somehow his presence only sparked another bout of self-pity and anger towards her lacking abilities concerning this investigation. Frustration bubbled in her throat, ready to erupt.

Oh look at you, Mister super Agent, always so sure of everything, always so strict, always lacking empathy, always so handsome. Kat bit the inside of her cheeks. “No, of course not. I can handle this.” Adam raised a brow, which clearly stated that he didn’t believe her statement. Not one bit.

“You must focus, Detective Kingston.”

“I know, Agent du Mortain. Good night!” She started her car and drove home.

Home meant her small and messy apartment, with heaps of books stacking up everywhere, and a whole collection of dirty coffee mugs, adorned with clothing and hastily written scribbles. She should really clean up her place (maybe on the weekend), but Kat’s body just longed for a hot shower and sleep.

She indulged it.

Her dreams seemed to be inconsistent and dark and awoke a feeling of dread in her stomach. Kat’s subconscious replayed her failing at her job, pictures of the murder scenes, and threw in some traumatic experiences of her teenage years.

Morning arrived to soon and yet not soon enough.

Kat hit the snooze button and crawled beneath her blankets. Just five minutes of peace, before everything came crashing down around her. Pure bliss. Hidden in her bed, she felt reminded of her childhood and how she’d waited for her mother to come home night after night, wrapped tightly in a blanket, which still smelled of father.

“Ugh.” With five minutes to go, Kat decided on just picking up clothing from the floor and putting her hair in a small bun at the nape of her neck. No makeup today, just bare exhaustion and pure professionalism.

Kat adjusted her driving mirror and caught a glimpse of her pale reflexion. “This is a new day! Be better, be smarter, Kat.”

She needed to solve this and to grant the families and the victims closure.

Douglas seemed to be missing from the frontdesk, probably late or taking a break, and she sighed in relief, because one less person she had to face today.

“Detective Kingston! Good morning, it’s good to see you.” Nate watched her entering the room, but his smile suddenly froze.

The attention of the whole team focussed on her, gazes drifting from her neck to her midsection.

“Eh, your buttons.” Felix, obviously the most helpful agent, pointed at her blouse.

“Oh, shit.” Some buttons had come undone, or probably hadn’t been closed earlier this morning, and offered a view of her sports-bra and too much skin. Kat quickly closed them, making the mistake of meeting Adam’s eyes, who didn’t meet hers, because he stared at said failed buttons.

Her heartbeat sped up and pressed against her rips. The moment stretched and stretched and Adam’s shoulders looked tense.

No no no. Close your stupid buttons!

Neither time nor place to act like this.

You haven’t dated in a while and are probably hormonal and vulnerable.

With her head as red as a ripe tomato, Kat sat down behind her desk. “We have a murder to solve, not witness my wardrobe malfunctions.”

She reached for a pen, just to hold something in her fingers. “But I’m sorry for… that.”

Felix handed her an Agency folder and patted her shoulder. “No offense taken, Detective Kingston.”

With that, the tension seemed to leave the room. Nate got up to offer her a bit more space, while Mason excused himself for a cigarette break (finally not vanishing in a cloud of smoke any more). Douglas had rolled the whiteboard into her office earlier and she clipped Janet’s and Garret’s pictures at the top. “Lets visualize our evidence.”

Kat carefully wrote down the basic informations beneath their pictures. Names, ages, occupations, social groups, families, a blank space for the lab report.

“So, what do we have?” With her hands on her hips, she knew that it wasn’t much. The nagging feeling that somehow Unit Bravo withhold information got stronger with the passings minutes. Nate and Adam exchanged glances too often, Felix tried to charm away her questions, and Mason did was he was told without any sign of interest.

Maybe she’d call Rebbeca later today, if she got a hold of her.

They discussed for a few hours, slowly going over the evidence again, moving in circles until early afternoon. Kat dialed up Verda three times, but the hospital still hadn’t examined the blood samples. Cutting funding to a necessity would do this.

Another wasted day. More lives on the line.

Kat rubbed her temples, as she began to feel a headache build between her eyes. Her phone vibrated on her desk and she gladly excused herself.

“Bobby. Not the best time.” She’d hoped for a call from Tina or Verda, but no, it had to be him, a whole nother cause of headache. Kat brought some distance between her office and herself, but still managed to watch Unit Bravo at work. Everytime, Kat left there seemed to be some kind of argument? To be a mice in that room now.

“Is it ever, angel?”

When Kat didn’t reply, he continued talking. “It’s your last chance to give me a statement.” Kat needed a moment to process his words and shook her head in disbelief. “Are you actually threatening me?” “No, of course not. Just gathering information to form a better picture. The people of Wayhaven deserve that.” “I know, but we follow strict guidelines.”

“You sure?” She heard his smile and her suddenly her body turned cold. Kat rubbed her hand against her hip. “Yes, but we can set up an interview in a week.” “Nah, too late.” Bobby chuckled. “Bye, Kat.” “Bye, Bo..:” But he’d already hung up.

Combat training had always been the hardest discipline for her, but she surely would’ve kicked some punching back this very moment. How did he manage to get under her skin so easily? After all those years, Kat still fumbled for words when talking to him.

“Grow up.” Kat whispered beneath her breath. She held her back a bit straighter and returned to her office.

“I’ll head to Verda now. You guys are better equipped than us. Is there a chance that your forensic experts may take a look at their clothing? Look for traces of DNA, hair?” Mason shook his head. “We’re not CSI.”

“Sadly, I don’t really know what you guys are, because no one ever told me exactly. And for all your expertise, nothing is going forward.” Kat’s cheek reddened again. This time, because anger made her irritable.

“Detective Kingston.” Nate crossed the room to stand at her sight. He smelled clean and fresh and rather unobtrusive. “We’ll take the SUV and look at that warehouse again, if it fits with your plan.” “Of course. Call me, if you find anything.” And Kat left the office and Unit Bravo to their own devices.

She shivered from the cold room and put her jacket tighter around her, while sitting at Verda's side. They examined the blood anomalies again and the traces of saliva, which they'd found on Garret. Nothing new there, but a welcome distraction from being locked in a small office with Unit Bravo and clashing with their personalities. They'd probably thought her a total failure. Overly emotional and not able to get herself dressed in the morning.

In comparison the pathologist was kind and soft and far more bearable.

Verda and she'd quickly become friends, because both of them loved a good book and shared a knack for the science side of police work. Not to mention that he'd made her feel welcome at the station from day one.

"We'll call the hospital tomorrow. All of this takes too long." Standing up, she corrected her reading glasses.

Verda followed suit and switched his pc off. "We'll do that."

"Don't stay up too late, though. We all need our sleep."

"Back to you. I can see your dark circles."

Kat laughed and waved his concern away with a quick eyeroll.

"Bed, here I come."

Her office was blissfully empty as she returned and the sun had already set, so Kat closed her eyes, enjoyed a deep sigh, and collected her things.

She took her phone and opened a chat with Tina.

you free this evening?

- I might be? depends on what you offer

walk, talk, coffee and muffin?

- shit day?

yes.

- mine too. can’t fathom what happened to Garret

- ... - pick me up at 7.

will do.

Something to look forward to then.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #femdetective #kat kingston #headcanons

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cherryeol04 · 4 years ago

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Hyde (TW)

Genre: Dark, angst, songfic Pairing: Hyuk-centric Word Count: 1.2K Summary: Sent to his room for bedtime, darkness fills the makneas mind, filling his every thought with hatred so strong that it can't be controlled.This is his inner darkness ranting Trigger Warning: graphic depictions of violence, depressing and dark thoughts, homicidal tendencies. Please mind the warning. It contains triggering content. Hyuk is not a nice person in this fic.

*Hyuk’s POV*

Thunder sounded in the distance, the rain pounding against the windows of the dorm. Even in this gloomy weather, the hyungs were having fun. But not me. I was sent to my room, to finish up my homework and get to bed early. I had school in the morning. Damn them all. How do they expect me to go to bed when they’re causing such a ruckus.

‘New generation is back.

Yeah we killin’ this track right now

We started from the bottom.

We just do it now, ah. Just follow

There’s no way I said those words

There’s no way I said I would leave you

Girl, please believe the me of right now

(There is a crazy person inside of me)

Oh how do I explain this?

You’ll probably think it’s all an excuse

Girl, I’m the not same me as yesterday

(There is a crazy person inside)’

Peeking out of the room, I watched silently. God how I hate every one of them. There is a list of things that I can name off, but who could I possibly start with? Why not with Leo hyung? Look at him, just sitting there all silent, watching them carefully. He acts like he’s so cool, but he’s not. The fans don’t know the real Jung Taekwoon, not like we do. And he’s just….just ugh!

He’s too sweet, too nice! And mean too. He’s a big bully most of the time. It’s like walking on eggshells around him. You never know which version of him you get. And he’s never nice to me. He always ignores me, even when I need help. He just sits there and stares.

‘Don’t leave (leave me)

I love you (no I hate you)

I am both Jekyll and Hyde, don’t run away from me

I’m not a bad person, I love you

Don’t give me those scared eyes

There is a different person that’s not me inside of me

There’s a different me that’s not me inside of me

Just can’t control (x4)’

At least Wonshik hyung would help me. Not that he’s much of help. He’s about as dumb as a box of rocks. He thinks he’s all that, writing all our lyrics to our songs, making up his own raps. Rapper, please! I’m a better rapper than him and I make my shit up on the fly. I don’t understand why he was picked. I think our CEO picked him because of his abs.

‘There’s no way I said those harsh words

There’s no way I hurt you

Girl please believe me, who’s in front of your eyes

(There is a crazy person inside of me)

I only know you alone (that’s all a lie)

You know me (no, you don’t know)

I am both Jekyll and Hyde, don’t run away from me

I’m not a bad person, I love you

Don’t give me those scared eyes

There is a different person that’s not me inside of me

There’s a different me that’s not me inside of me’

And then there’s Hongbin hyung. God, that smile. So wide, so bright. Sometimes I just want to rip it right off his face! How can someone be so damn perfect? His voice is beautiful, his dancing is great and his visuals….god I hate him so much! And he was the one who liked me the least from the start. He’d rather hang out and spend time with Ravi all day.

What’s up with that? I know I’m young, but still! It’s not like I don’t want to make friends with them. I want to! I want to be best friends with them, but I know, in their eyes, I’m just the silly little maknae. Jaehwan hyung calls me that all the damn time.

“Oh Hyuk, you’re such a silly little maknae.” What the fuck does that suppose to mean? You think because I’m young I don’t understand what you’re talking about?! I’m a guy, I live in this century, I know what you’re talking about, include me! Jaehwan hyung is so funny, always pulling jokes. But if the jokes are too dirty, they never get said around me.

The thunder was so loud now! I can’t tell if it’s from the storm anymore, or if it’s in my head. Honestly, I don’t care. There is still one left, the male that holds the most of my hatred; Cha Hakyeon.

‘The devil you saw last night was not me

Actually, I don’t really remember myself, I think I’m crazy

I try to block myself but as I saw myself jumping around, I knew I was sick

I need a remedy called you, come inside of my body

A different person that’s not me has been caught inside of me’

That wannabe maknae is such a blubbering idiot that it’s not even funny. Always trying to act cute, always trying to steal the attention away from others. Why can’t he act his damn age?! And then he acts like such a mother. A mother that wants to smother her children. He’s so annoying. If he’s not picking on Leo, he’s picking on someone else, searching until someone responds and unfortunately it’s usually me. He never gets the hint either.

There have just been days when I’ve wanted to take a pen and stab him in the eye to make him go away, or staple his mouth shut to make him be quiet. But I don’t think even staples could keep him quiet.

‘Only you know me, you are my last

I’m scared of myself if you leave me

There’s a different me that’s not me inside of me

I’m not a bad person, I love you

Don’t give me those scared eyes

There is a different person that’s not me inside of me

He’s trying to hurt me

There’s a different me that’s not me inside of me’

Sometimes...I just want to take a knife and slid it across that tan neck of his, blemishing his precious dark skin and silence him forever. Peace...silence. It would be so golden. So...so golden. I can smell the blood, see it dripping from the blade. Yes….silence….

“Hyuk, it’s time for bed.”

‘Just can’t control Just can’t control Just can’t control Just can’t control Just can’t control Just can’t control Just can’t control’

Looking up, my head cleared of the fog that suddenly clouded it. Those were such deep, dark thoughts. Especially the ones about N hyung. They scared me, they always scare me.

“Oh right. Sorry N hyung, but you guys are a little loud. Do you think you can quiet down a bit?” I asked softly.

“Oh, I’m sorry Hyuk. Sure, we’ll be quieter. Now, off to bed with you.” N said and pushed me back into the room. I smiled at him and nodded, waving. “Good night Hyuk.”

“Good night N hyung.” I said. And as the door closed, those dark, evil thoughts filled my head again, horrible images filling it. Blood, blood everywhere, and finally silence. I would finally have solitude. I could be alone, left in the darkness.

There’s someone inside of me that isn’t me. And I can’t control it. These thoughts, they never leave my head. Why….why?

‘Just can’t control’

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imalreadyjudgingmyself · 6 years ago

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The Teacher Trap (Aizawa x Reader) P3

Teacher Trap Masterlist

So, you might be a little hungover right now. You blame Kayama. She invited you out to drinks last night. No, you blame yourself. After all, you said yes. Either way, your head is killing you, and of course, Kayama is perfectly fine (something you resent thoroughly).

“You wouldn’t be in pain if you had more of a tolerance.” Kayama playfully scolds you.

“I wouldn’t be in pain if you let me stop and drink water when I wanted to.” You reply sharply, ripping open the package of aspirin Kayama had handed to you.

“But you’re so cute when you’re drunk!” She slaps both of her hands to her face and lifts a leg, making kissy faces at you. You turn away from her sipping your tea, trying to focus on your plans for the day. “Plus, you talk a lot about a certain someone,” she whispers in your ear before licking your cheek.

“Okay,” you jump out of your seat. “You’re too much. I’m going to school, you can get ready or whatever, just make sure to lock the door on the way out.” You fly out the front door with your drink in hand and take off towards the subway.

You love Kayama, she’s a really sweet and smart woman. She can be a real handful though. She drank so much she was nearly blacked out, and you had to ‘carry’ her (for lack of a better word) to your apartment. No way you were letting her go with any strangers, not even a taxi driver. How she’s not hungover is a mystery you’ll never understand. You don’t know what she plans to wear to school today, hopefully not your clothing—that would be awkward, and you don’t really put it past her. Maybe you should go back.

The subway screeches as it pulls into the station. You sigh, whatever she has planned she needs to do it fast or else she’s going to be late. You stand on the far end of the subway, your hero instincts kicking in so you can survey the other passengers. You listen to morning chatter of the people around you, sighing as you feel the nagging headache pulse against your skull. It was a stupid decision, you shouldn’t drink the night before classes. It’s about then that you realize you left your lesson plans back at the house as well. Today is not going to be a good day.

You arrive at the station and take off towards the school. Hopefully, you’ll get there with enough time to rewrite the plans. You need to be efficient with your time, finals are coming soon. No distractions. You race up the steps of the school and reach the top before finally collapsing against the railings and taking a moment to breathe. Your head feels like it is going to implode, but once you catch your breath you take off up the hall. You open the door to the teachers' lounge a little too harshly and jump at the slamming noise it makes.

Everyone in the room turns to stare at you. Your face burns as you apologize and step into the room, rubbing your now ringing ear. You walk more cautiously towards your desk, now feeling all eyes on you. You sit down and pull some paper and a pen out of your desk. Okay, you were planning on doing a lab. Go you. You roll your eyes at your stupidity. Okay, textbook. You flip it open and begin rewriting the plans.

“Yooooo!” Yamada calls out way too loudly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Head: pulsing. Ears: ringing. Mood: not in it. “You went out with Kayama last night, huh?” No volume control. None.

You take a breath before responding. “How’d you know?” You flinch at how ‘customer service’ your voice sounded.

Yamada pulls his phone out and starts scrolling through it as he says in a sing-song voice, “A little birdy told me.” Kayama not only sent him messages—she sent him pictures of you drunk off your ass. What god did you anger for the day to go this way?

“Leave them alone. Can’t you see they’re working.” Aizawa, your knight in shining armor, comes to the rescue. He pulls Yamada off of you and grumbles, “Something you should be doing as well.”

You smile lightly at that comment, murmuring a small “thank you,” before turning back to your work. You hide your burning face in the textbook. Kayama comes strutting in a few minutes later—wearing her hero costume (thank goodness but also how the heck did she get that) and holding your lesson plans. You nearly cry as she hands them to you. Maybe today won’t be that bad of a day after all.

Nevermind, you think to yourself as you watch smoke billow out of the laboratory windows. Everything was going great until class 1-A. You don’t even know what happened, but suddenly one of the containers at Mineta and Kaminari’s lab station started smoking. Kaminari grabbed the container without gloves but thankfully you used your quirk to rewind his actions and stop him from burning his hand. Then, you ordered the students to leave the classroom.

The fire alarms started going off with an earsplitting noise, making you slightly dizzy (or maybe it was the smoke). The chemicals in the experiment weren’t supposed to act like that. There should have been no chance of a fire. You covered your mouth and nose with your hand as you start processing the smell of sulfur. You thought of using the fire extinguisher but since you had no idea what chemicals the students stole to make that mess you couldn’t risk making the fire worse. The smoke has covered the ceiling by the time you left the classroom. You’ll just have to wait for the firemen to clear out so you can find out what Kaminari and Mineta stole to cause this reaction.

So, there you are, watching smoke billow out of the windows of your laboratory. Sitting on the ground, being checked out by a fireman. You warned the firemen before going in that you were afraid that there could be sulfur dioxide in the room, which led to your impromptu check up on the front lawn on the school. Thankfully, the firemen finally left and joined his team. You set your head in your hands. Don’t cry. Don’t CRY. DON’T CRY. This is your fault. You should have been keeping a better eye on the students. You have mentally revisited the beginning of class multiple times trying to figure out how the students got a hold of the chemicals. You never saw them even go near the chemical closet which is by your desk, so how could they have gotten something.

“Are you okay?” You jump slightly, leaning back and opening your eyes to see the Principal standing over you.

“Clean bill of health,” you say, giving a thumbs-up before moving to stand up.

“What happened?” The Principal asks, wringing his hands and looking over his shoulder at the lab.

You shrug before crossing your arms over your chest, “To be honest, I have no idea. I think the students go into the chemical closet somehow. But, it doesn’t make sense.”

“Nothing teenagers do makes sense,” Aizawa states coming up beside you, and your face dusts a light pink. “I wouldn’t put it past my students.”

“Well, I’m hoping to find out what chemicals caused this fire. I’m also hoping that there’s no damage to my equipment.” You trail off as you finish that statement. What would you even do if the lab is destroyed? You wouldn’t be fired, would you?

“Were you not able to rewind the fire?” The Principal asks.

“No, the two chemicals were already in the container so even if I rewound they would have just reacted again.” You slide your hands up to your shoulders, looking back over at the lab. At least it’s no longer smoking.

“It’ll be okay.” The Principal says kindly. “I’ll talk to the firemen, please let me know anything that you discover.” He then leaves to go talk to the firemen that are now packing up the truck. You sigh, watching the last of the firemen leave the laboratory. The principal gives you a thumbs-up and points at the lab. Another sigh.

A hand rests on one of your shoulders, and you look at Aizawa. He looks serious as always. “Mistakes happen. Don’t waste time worrying about it.”

You chuckle, and his hand slips off your shoulder as he fixes you with a glare. “Sorry, but you really need to work on your emotional support.” His scowl deepens, and he shoves his hands back into his pockets. You cough to kill the laugh bubbling up your throat. “I’m going to investigate the lab.” You say, turning back to face the mess.

“I’ll come with. I need to find out what student needs detention.” Using your quirk, it didn’t take long to figure out what had happened.

Mina cheered to herself internally all afternoon. Mind you, she really didn’t think the boys were dumb enough to catch the lab on fire, but you and Aizawa were pushed together, just as she hoped! The plan was actually for Kaminari to use the acid on Mineta’s pop-offs to cause chaos and for you to have to talk to Aizawa about it (don’t worry she had a plan to save the grape—no matter how much she’d like to see him suffer). But looks like the boys teamed up to do something extra stupid. In the end, she got what she wanted so, no big deal. At least that’s what she thought until she, Kaminari, and Mineta were pulled from their heroics class halfway through. They came face to face with an extremely peeved Aizawa (and a very nervous you), who gave them detention until the end of the semester. Ashido tried to play the victim but Aizawa was not having it. So—this plan was a bit of a bust. But she won’t give up!

After school, you are talking to Aizawa about the students’ detention. You felt it was a little harsh and are trying your best to defend them. Of course, Aizawa’s having none of it, and to be fair, he has a lot of good points. You exit the teachers' lounge together and notice Midoriya standing outside, nervously fidgeting. You assume he’s there for Yagi when he nervously calls out, “P-professor!” You pause, and so does Aizawa.

“Yes?” You ask, nervously. Aizawa leans against the rails, looking out over the campus. You turn back towards Midoriya, who notices Aizawa as well.

“Y-you’re Re-Action, right?” He asks excitedly, becoming starry-eyed. You cringe at the mention of your hero name. Ugh, it’s so clunky and awkward, and you thought it was sooooooo cool when you came up with it in high school. You swear you almost head Aizawa snicker. “You rewound Kaminari in class today, didn’t you? Wow, you were even in the top ten for a while.” You cringe again. It was just a week, and it was terrifying. Many heroes are jealous of the top ten, and you had accidentally beaten out the tenth rank. You almost shudder at the memory of the glares you received. They weren’t very hero-like. You notice Midoriya has started to murmur to himself, which makes you even more anxious.

“U-uh.” You say, trying to figure out how to stop him. You wrap your arms around yourself.

Thankfully, Aizawa is your knight in shining armor for the second time today. “Midoriya, you should be heading home.”

Midoriya flushes, realizing he had been murmuring. “Y-yes, sir!” He then turns around to leave. Still, Midoriya is observant, and he saw how you and Aizawa walked to the entrance together, as well as the flush of pink in your face as you headed your separate ways. Midoriya remembers Mina trying to recruit him a few days ago to the “make our teachers fall in love squad” (motfil (pronounced like the French words “mot” and “fil” because guess who) squad for short) and suddenly, he doesn’t think her idea is that random after all. Maybe he should rethink his membership.

A/N: Wow, this part is ridiculously longer than the others. Hopefully, that'll make it worth the wait? I have started college again so the updates on this will be sporadic at best. Don’t ask me about Mina’s plan. I know it’s dumb, I just could think of anything better. I love that Midoriya part at the end tho. I think it’s pretty funny tbh. So, yeah, your quirk allows you to rewind a person or object up to two minutes. But there’s also an investigation side that allows you to rewind a “scene” to see things that have happened. In that, the people themselves are not truly rewound but you can see the events leading up to an accident. Neither of these events actually mess with time itself, which is why Midoriya was able to recognize that you had rewound Kaminari. Idk if that makes any sense at all, oh well, I tried. Btw all the likes and reblogs are killing my heart. I don’t deserve it, haha. Also, I’m having a lot of fun just exploring your relationship with other teachers. After all, you do have a life outside of your crush on Aizawa. Hopefully, you guys’ll bear with me cause I think it’s important to flesh out yourself as a character too. Idk. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Have a wonderful day!

#aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader

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dontgrowupokay · 8 years ago

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Niisan and neechan, part 2 - Naruto imagine, Jinchuuriki!Reader

*gif’s not mine

Hello! So, I’ve finally written part two, and this time you meet a very nice character. I realized I forgot Naruto’s speech tick (dattebayo) and remembered to use it this time. I did my best to keep everyone in character, but if you have any suggestions and/or tips, please, message me or comment them! =)

If you haven’t read part one, click here.

*requests are opened for Naruto, ATLA, Disney, Sherlock and PJO* +fandoms will be added soon! ;)

You sighed as you sat on the dusty swing under the old tree. You didn’t like the place very much, it always made you feel distant from the world around you and the shadows never failed to sadden you, even if slightly.

However, you had washed your pants the day before and didn’t want to dirty them by sitting on the ground. Your schoolbook was opened in your lap, but your gaze kept drifting to the empty yard in front of you and, moreover, to the closed Academy doors.

Kunoichi classes had been canceled. Apparently, Amaya-sensei, the jounin in charge of your age group, was out on a mission and there was no one to substitute her, leaving you and the other girls free to go home two hours earlier than usual. That change of routine had its ups and downs.

The good side was that you sort of disliked the whole flower arranging, acting, and etiquette thing you were forced to learn. You weren’t very good at those and being able to go on a day without having to remember the mannerisms and dressing code of every village was a relief.

On the other hand, that meant you were out two hours before Naruto, and you didn’t know what to do next. On a normal day, you two would go somewhere to eat something (most likely Ichiraku’s) and then head home, maybe go train a bit sometime later.

Alone, though, you didn’t feel like going to your apartment and wasn’t hungry yet. Having nothing better to do, you decided to wait for the Uzumaki outside the school, pacing around as you urged for the clock to hurry and make the bell ring already.

One hour and a half later, you were desperately bored and tried to entertain yourself with some studying. Weapons (or Bukijutsu) really wasn’t your best subject, but still, you attempted to throw all the information inside your head.

“Kakute are rings with a few horns on its surface. They are usually used by shinobi in undercover/assassination missions, especially by kunoichi, and can cause enough distraction for a quick escape. If painted poison on the horns’ edges, the attack may be deadly and the mission successful.”

There were some pictures of said weapon, and you realized how effective that technique could be in the right situations. Silent kill, that’s how your teachers would call it. Well, that wasn’t hard to remember. Ring with spikes,

On the bottom of the page, though, the exercises began. You had just read the first one and were already confused.

1. What’s the name and physical characteristics of a tonso-jutsu (flight jutsu) weapon that is usually hidden on the ground?

Had you really learned that? You frowned as you brought the book closer to your eyes as if it could help you think better, muttering the question over and over again as you scanned whatever knowledge resided in your brain.

“A weapon that is buried in the ground... I think I remember it, it had sharp edges...” You told yourself, scrambling your mind “Yeah, so then enemies would step on it because of the sandals...” Your face started to lighten up “But... what’s the name of it? Naku? Maku? Maku-something? Ugh...” You whined, staring at the empty space awaiting your answer.

“Would it be makibishi?” A deep male voice asked, and you looked up startled, almost falling off the swing, the book hitting the ground with a soft thud. You held onto the ropes tightly as you sat correctly again, staring at the person in front of you, who was kneeling down to get the textbook.

“Here.” He said, handing you the object, and that’s when you realized he was just a boy. Not an adult man or anything. A teenager boy, with long black hair in a loose ponytail and a bad case of lack of sleep.

He wore a dark-colored outfit and even without seeing the back of his clothes, you knew he was an Uchiha. The physical appearance was enough proof. After all, there was a boy just like him in your class.

“T-thank you” You said awkwardly, not used to people talking to you in such a... polite way.

“Don’t mention it.” He answered, and beneath his formal behavior and controlled mannerism, you could feel a hint of sincere kindness. It was unexpected to you, and you couldn’t help but widen your eyes, taken aback by the sudden realization.

His gaze studied you, calculating, as he seemed to remember something. You weren’t entirely sure how to react to that strange boy. He was just too controlled and thoughtful of every little movement. A frown shadowed his expression, making the young man look way older, and for a single second you could almost read his eyes, a tingle of pain twisting inside them, so carefully hidden.

You felt the urge to ask his name, question him what was he doing there and why on earth talking to you. It wasn’t something most people did. Starting conversations with either you or Naruto was often badly seen by the rest of the villagers, and you had gotten used to that.

Still, the Uchiha spoke to you, not with harsh words and shouts. And that was intriguing, for the only people who acted that way towards you were Teuchi, the Third and your blond best friend. Yet, you couldn’t formulate the phrase to ask him any of that, too confused and full of conflicting thoughts to concentrate on that. Sp, you kept silent, caressing the hard fabric of your t-shirt.

“The answer is makibishi.” He said after a while “They’re cubes with sharp arms that shinobi hide before their missions in case they need a quick escape route.”

You blinked, turning to him surprised, looking at the blank answer lines on your homework as you took in the information.

“Oh, um... Thank you again...” You replied, looking down. You really weren’t used to that. He simply nodded, focusing on the sunny sky above. Slowly, you started reading the book again, this time writing the correct name and characteristics, thanks to the pre-teen stranger.

Seconds passed.

“Lend me your notebook and a pen, please.” He asked suddenly. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, stopping to write for a moment as his question repeated itself in your mind. Slowly, you handed him what he requested, hesitant, not knowing what to say or if you should have refused it. The shinobi, however, didn’t make you feel threatened in any way, so you decided to go along with it.

He thanked you quietly, using the tree as a support as he started writing something on a random paper sheet, the distance not letting you find out what, exactly. True, your curiosity was rising at each heartbeat, but you forced yourself to stay on the swing, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing. He could just rip off the page and go away, after all. Maybe that wasn’t for you.

An extremely long minute passed before he finally brought down the pen, carefully giving you your supplies. You quickly glanced at his writing, looking back at him immediately to ask what was that all about. He certainly used a lot of kanji you still hadn’t learned.

Once you opened your mouth, though, the bell rang, and in seconds dozens of kids ran out of the Academy. You put your things in your bag, still staring at the young Uchiha who now searched the sea of children in the front yard.

As the initial celebration of the end of class subsided, you heard a loud, high-pitched voice yell:

“Nii-san!”

Directing your head towards its source, you spotted the black haired student you had known only by name, Sasuke, approaching. In an instant, he had thrown himself onto the older Uchiha.

“Nii-san?” You raised an eyebrow, grinning at the kind teen.

He smiled slightly in return, and suddenly a voice you knew all too well rang through your years:

“Nee-chan!!” You heard Naruto announce as he dashed towards you, stopping right in front of the swing as he painted for some seconds. “We learned to throw shuriken today, ‘ttebayo!” He beamed, spinning said weapon around his fingers.

“REALLY?” You jumped towards him, smiling excitedly “Can you teach me later?” You pleaded, glancing the shuriken expectantly.

“Of course!” He answered, just then noticing the Uchihas “Hey, were you talking to them?” He asked curiously.

You hesitated.

“Yeah, kind of...” You said uncertain, looking at the older boy, whom name you still didn’t know. Finally gathering enough courage, you start to ask the so awaited question.

“Oh, um, I don’t think I got y-”

“Sorry, Sasuke and I need to head home, our father wants us there immediately.” The teen cut you off, turning around, holding hands with his little brother. You closed your mouth displeased.

Sighing, you managed to yell a last thank you, before Naruto grabbed yours and his bags, starting to walk towards the apartment. You quickly followed, distracted as the events kept you deep in thought.

“Did you wait too long? You should’ve gone somewhere else, not wait for me all that time, dattebayo...” He told you, but you barely paid attention. You couldn’t control your anxiety any further, so you stopped on your tracks and reopened the paper sheet. A few moments passed before you made sense of the first pair of lines.

Henge-no-jutsu

For when you need to go somewhere and not be recognized.

You remembered something similar when ninjas suddenly changed their appearance to completely different people. You instantly thought of the whole fiasco at the library some days before, smiling at the neat handwriting. That would definitely come in handy.

“Actually, it was a good idea to wait for you...” You told the Uzumaki, who looked at you worried because of your weird behavior “...otouto.”

You started to ran before the word sank in, laughing, and soon a yell could be heard from behind you.

“YOU CALLED ME OTOUTO! You’re officially my big sis, come back here, ttebayo!”

You kept laughing and running, joy spreading through your body.

In the end, that had turned out to be a great day!

I’m also tagging everyone who liked part one: @my-otaku-life101, @instantlightnerd, @12-percent-of-the-science-bros , @mercy1997 , @flyforeverfree , @animetube

@Thank you all for reading this! Any feedback will be largely appreciated!

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wolfandironheart · 7 years ago

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Working title Wolves Ch.1

Ship: Sun and Moon (HatixSkoll) Ongoing roleplay story with @blueravenking honestly I’m not sure where the plot’s gonna carry but here we go. First time finally breathing some real life into these characters

Massachusetts was particularly cold on that harsh winter day, giving its best snowstorm that it could whilst allowing buses to move and schools, albeit struggling, to stay open. The weather was sadistic in Skoll's opinion. All that fluffy white bullshit falling from the sky and he still had to come in for 8 hours of boredom? Lame. Especially as it required layering up his clothing and obscuring his signature (and rather beaten up) leather jacket.

Equally as sadistic was the sight of the school as it came into view. He drove in with his bike, scrutinizing the way the school could look so constantly dreary no matter what weather came its way. Snow or sunshine, the sad grey exterior always seemed the same. As he slipped the helmet from his head, and shook his helmet hair free from its retains, he scoped out the area.

Inside, he hummed to himself, throwing glances at those who he passed. Everyone was rushing off the buses or out of their parents cars to hurry indoors. He couldn’t blame them, it felt like shit standing out in the cold, slushy mess of ice and rain. Not to mention he… well, he wasn't the friendliest of people at school. No one would have waited for him anyway, except maybe the rest of the pack. Everyone else just stayed out of his way, just as he wanted. Some took to calling him the Boston Diablo, though he found the name to be cheesy, corny and a unpleasantly grating mashup of languages. Still, he didn't argue with the name, as long as people understood that he wasn’t hanging around to play nice and make friends.

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Freki

We’re inside. hurry. new boy in class

Alright, weird, but whatever. The twins were always weird, but if they were pointing something out, it usually proved interesting. Inside then. That confirmed his thought. Time to go inside and see whatever new kid Freki thought would be cool enough to point out. Skoll guessed it would've just been another quiet child from bumble-fuck nowhere that kept to himself. After all, it seemed like the only new students they ever got in this district were the pampered little brats of would-be politicians, or the quiet country folk finally moving to the cities after spending so long in the woods. Either way, there was no point getting his hopes up for a new partner in crime.

"Late again, Mr. Delgado." The teacher uttered, writing on the board and not bothering to check if he was right. He was always right about Skoll's tardiness.

"Sorry sir." Skoll replied with a roll of his hazel eyes. He wasn't sorry, but it came automatically from his mouth. He took his regular seat by the back left.

Skoll's friends, the other three members of the pack, snickered at the small interaction and gave him high fives as he passed. One of the twins spun in their seat to see the brunet's reaction once he sat. Beside Skoll, in what was usually an empty desk, sat the new kid.

Every inch of the boy was foreign and beautiful.

While most students rolled their eyes and continued to chat till the real lesson began, the boy sat quietly, seemingly absorbed by the clicking of chalk against the blackboard. His legs, long and thin, were tucked under his seat, and his hands, slender and nimble, balanced and bounces an expensive silver fountain pen between his fingers. While most students dropped off their heavy outerwear in their lockers, he still wore his custom tailored, dark grey woolen peacoat. Around his neck, he wore a slate blue scarf, still dotted with ice from the mess outside. Every strand of hair was white as snow, And along with a sharp set of black framed glasses sitting on his straight nose, it made his glacial blue eyes seem all that more vibrant.

Those eyes flicked to the boy sitting beside him. There was an air of caution to the boy, and yet something warm. Something that couldn’t be shielded no matter how many layers he still wore. With a soft smile and a strange, thick accent, the boy gave a nod and a polite little hello.

Skoll stared at the boy, intense and raw. He hadn't realized how heavy and thick of a stare it was, but he just couldn't look away. What seemed like a scowl was actually the slowing down of his mind as he took in the sight of the other. Time seemed to freeze in those quick moments. The earth itself ceased spinning and the universe came to a halt while he stared into ice blue eyes.

He's Gorgeous! How would any god alive be able to mold such a stunning creature and not want to keep it? Skoll bit back a frustrated groan that struggled in the back of his throat. The poor boy bent forward, banging his head lightly against his desk once and then sitting up perfectly straight. With a deep breath, held out his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you." He broke his typical stern demeanor and gave a somewhat pitiful, defeated smile to match the way his voice nearly cracked.

Hati laughed. And when he laughed, it was like the first songs of birds returning to the north after a long winter; sweet and melodic and airy. His smile brightened and he tried to hide his amusement with the way Skoll immediately seemed flustered. Was it flustered? He wasn’t sure, but it was certainly a greeting like no other he received since coming to this new place. "My name is Hati," he said slowly, carefully, in that same thick accent. He seemed like he was using a lot of concentration to speak the unfamiliar language correctly, though his eyes shined with every word. "I just move here few days ago."

"Mr. Delgado." The teacher barked at the front of the room. Everyone else had gone silent for class, except the two boys in the back and the still quietly snickering pair of identical brunets. "Is there already a new person I have to separate you from?"

"No sir, just being friendly as usual." He pulled a fake smile from his pocket and slapped it on, already frustrated that he was scolded a second time within the span of a minute. He had a definite knack for pissing most people off, and it seemed to be one of those days where it was at its best. The man huffed. His lips tightened into a thin, disapproving line. “Well you can be friendly with your new classmate once the period is over. Till then, I expect you to pay attention, and allow him to do the same.

“Got it.” Skoll replied with a small, dismissive shake of his head. Once the teacher turned back around to begin writing on the board, Skoll’s attention moved to the new kid once more.

"I'm Skoll." He leaned over, whispering low enough not to be caught by the teacher a third time. "Where are you from?"

Hati just lifted a finger to his lips with a soft little smile and turned his attention to the teacher. Every so often, he'd glance back at the brunet just to see if he was looking over too. And every time they made contact, Hati would quickly look away like a bashful fawn and pretend it didn't happen.

When the bell rang to switch classes, Hati was gone. In the time it took Skoll to collect his notebook and shove it back in his bag, Hati had disappeared like a ghost. Skoll frowned at the now empty seat and hurried into the hall in hopes of catching him once more.

"Dude, what happened back there?!" Fenrir rushed to his friend's side with a laugh and a grin. The raven haired teen gave his friend a rough, playful bump with his shoulders while the twins dashed to meet them "You scared Snow White away already? Hey you look sort of tense. Relax, you don’t have to sniff him back out right now do you?”

“Yes! I do, Fen! I actually really have to! Ugh, come oooon, where the hell did he go?” Skoll scanned the hallway with a look of disappointment. How hard was a kid with bright white hair supposed to be to find!? Another whine worked its way into his throat, and this time, he let it out freely, voicing his grievance to the world. “Skoll, dude, pull it together,” Fen rolled his eyes. “Man, I've never seen you get so worked up before over someone you shared three sentences with. What happened to my smooth, charming best friend, huh? You look like he just ripped your heart out and ate it. Probably with a frilly napkin and a smile.”

"He did, and I let him...Did you actually see him? Because he was truly something... Such white hair and oh god he has an accent, Fen. An accent!" He was ready to leap from his hair and exclaim to the world his desires. Barely anything swayed his emotions, but he was being killed by the love of his life. The love of his life who he only got to say three full sentences to. The love of his life who reduced him to a pitiful mush of heartache with nothing but his laughter and a hello.

"... What did you do to Skoll?" Freki asked, looking up from his phone when the brunette finished taking. “Because obviously the real one isn’t here today. Who are you?” "The new kid liquefied his insides and ate him like a spider. And apparently, he left Skoll’s body as a sad reminder for us," Geri answered while answering a few texts of his own. "It’s now housed by some kind of Ent spirit because this Skoll is filled with nothing but sap.”

"…Eww, okay Geri! We get the analogy, just spare the detail next time." He shuddered with mild disgust and scrunched his nose while crinkling his brow. "Anyway, I don't know where he went," he continued on with the previous topic, "but all I know is his name, that me moved here recently, and that he's got the most beautiful accent ever. I just need to find him."

"Hey," Fenrir cut back in and laid a hand on Skoll's shoulder, "worst case scenario, you still see him in class again tomorrow. He's not gonna disappear forever. So relax, okay? We got bigger things to think about, like which hills we can build the best sledding ramps on once we're out of here today."

"Oh man, that completely left my mind." A hand clasped the back of Fen's neck as he stood, laughing as the idea came to mind, though that thought wouldn't last. Not when he still had most of the soul crushing seven-hour school day to face. Not when he was still so sure Hati’s face would be filling his mind for all of it.

Math was, as expected, unengaging and unappealing (although that wasn't the case for Fenrir, as the love of his life was teaching it). He spent the duration of that lesson kicking the back of Fenrir's chair when the offending boy began to daydream of unnameable situations with the teacher that had nothing to do with analytic geometry.

Science was no better -luckily no worse, other wise he wouldn't have hesitated to walk out- and it was equally as boring. None of the pack were with him, which made his fingers twitch in irritation, and knee fidget in annoyance. The lesson definitely drew itself out longer than math.

Study hall was...Well, as invigorating as study hall got. Skoll using his imagination and passing the time while his friends prattled away in their music lesson was the common strategy. Sledding couldn't come soon enough.

History secretly made Skoll excited. He was with his friends, the rest of the class were decent people, and his teacher was enthusiastic. History was his favorite, and it felt like no time at all until his own music lesson came around, which consisted of banging on the drums in a separate room until his hands throbbed with all the hitting that traveled up the sticks and through his bones. It released some tension that built itself up, but it did little to diminish his hatred for his next lesson. English.

English was his first language (even if he acted like it wasn’t), but there was no beauty in it. Nothing inspired him to write a poem on how red roses were comparable to a woman's blush, or some dumb nonsense like that. Nothing moved him the way it could with other people. English was a tool, not an art form. It was just something to communicate with. The fluffy, overly complicated strings of sentences were lost on him, and he wondered what those poets could have been feeling that couldn’t be described with common language.

That was, until, he saw who was sat in the spare seat next like to his regular spot.

Hati.

He couldn't catch a break. Or maybe he was catching one right now. Skoll couldn’t really tell anymore. His heart began to drum as heavily as he had in music class just before. Sitting in his seat and small as he could, he contained his pained scream at how beautiful the other boy was.

Hati seemed to pay his classmate no mind. He offered another small nod and a smile of acknowledgement, but said nothing as class began, choosing instead to listen intently to the lessons. Coming in halfway through the year, Hati wasn't sure what they were reading, but he still did his best to focus and understand. It was poetry of some sort, but the beauty of it lost was on his foreign ears. To him, it was a strange, flowery way of saying things that could have easily been said in a few sentences. Just like Skoll, it lost his attention.

Hati's pen moved in quick, liquid movements over a scrap of paper, which was then flicked across the aisle. It landed neatly on Skoll's desk, weak fold coming open to reveal the writing. In perfect Spencerian cursive, written in storm grey ink was a single word. Stockholm. The answer to Skoll's question that morning.

Skoll’s eyes flicked down to the note, then to the boy, and to the note again. Rough, calloused fingers opened the note and read the word. He looked back over to the newly-declared Swede and smirk lopsidedly, fighting the tight tugging at his lips that desperately wanted to break out into a giddy grin.

He wrote back, and even though his handwriting was printed, scratchy scribbles, it was legible enough to read:

'Must feel at home with this weather'

Hati read the letter and tried to keep the amusement out of his eyes. The teacher, a short young man with sandy hair and a roman nose, was busy marking up homework assignments from his last class. Still, Hati didn't want to risk drawing his attention with too large a smile or too loud a laugh. Again, he quickly scrawled out a new note and passed it. His writing seemed much better than his English speech.

'Always. I love the cold, but do you?'

‘Fucking hate it.’

Skoll replied, adding a little snicker of a laugh onto the end of it as he handed it over rather than sliding it into his desk. He wanted the small contact that came with the non verbal speech, just to feel some connection with the new boy. Without his friends there to laugh behind his back, he allowed himself to smile as much as he wanted; a full grin pulling itself from ear to ear.

Hati stifled a laugh with his hand. He bit his lip to try and control his gleeful smirk as a thought entered his mind. Skoll was an interesting boy, one he was having loads of fun teasing. It seemed every action Hati fed to him was met with something wonderfully over the top and painfully embarrassing in return. How much could he get from the brunet? His hands worked on another note. This time, he passed it just like Skoll did, and briefly let their fingers brush each others.

'No better weather to cuddle beside a fire'

Skoll was stunned. Reading the note once wasn't enough for him, nor was reading it twice. Over and over again, he scanned the note for it being remotely fake before he almost gawked at him. Cuddling, he repeated in his mind until it became a numb term to him.

"You're more than right about that ;)" Was the lamest thing anybody could write in response to that, but there was no stopping Skoll's hand. He sent back the note before he thought about it.

Hati's pale face went pink at the sight of the tiny winking face at the end of the note. It was cute, but he needed to tone it back before he got too ahead of himself. Teasing was fun, but leading him on was not. Still, Skoll was oddly charming despite his flustered appearance and sappy puppy eyes. Class was coming to an end and he only had time to pass one more note.

‘My cat is at home waiting for me for that exact reason.’

The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, and students wasted no time shoving their books away so they could hurry out the doors. This time instead of heading straight out like everyone else, Hati lingered, waiting for his new acquaintance. "Where is your locker?" he asked. Strangely, his accent was much lighter. Clearer. It never disappeared, but the boy had a much easier time commanding his words. It was as if he had spoken English regularly for half his life, instead of just the year or two of experience he appeared to have that morning. "I'm sorry I rushed out of our class earlier. I had to find where mine would be. I didn’t have time to find it on my way in, and carrying my coat all day would have been a pain. It's in the hallway just before the nurse's office, by the way.”

Skoll had an easier time understanding him, though actually taking in what he said and finding the words to reply proved difficult, especially when Hati sounded so delightful when speaking English.

"Mine's in that direction, too." He shrugged, trying to slather on his usual cool demeanor, if only for appearances for everyone else. Hati wasn’t making it easy for him, but Skoll didn’t want to ruin his reputation by going soft and squishy for the Scandinavian angel. Though, he thought, he might actually start using his locker soon, if only as an excuse to talk to Hati more, or at least as a way to catch him on the way to a class.

"Then we can walk together," Hati's voice rang like windchimes. He scooped his books into his arms and ventured out into the halls, walking side by side with his friend. Curiously, he watched the way Skoll seemed to change once they were surrounded by others. He looked tense, like he was purposely trying to put on an aura that would scare others away. It reminded Hati of a small, growling newborn puppy. All bark and no bite, at least not for him.

"You are friends with a pair of twins, yes?" Hati asked with a tilt of his head. "What were their names.. Freki and Jerry? Brown hair, freckles, always wearing big, cheesy grins.. They talked to me during ah, what was that time called? Study hall? They said you went looking for me after our first class."

"Geri and Freki, yeah...Uhm, I was actually looking for you. Just wanted to see if you were okay with getting around the building. Being new in such a big, foreign place isn't the best feeling in the world." He shot him a cool look over his shoulder, which was when he finally took into consideration their height difference. Of course they were sat down the entire time of their meetings, but now as they stood and walked, he noticed just how small the other was in comparison to him. Skoll was always tall, but this kid barely came up to his nose! Even Fen was taller than that. "How are you finding it though? Everything going well?”

The boy's white hair flopped as he shrugged, and he shifted his books in his arms so he would have a free hand to push his glasses back up onto his nose. "It's not such a big school, my last school was bigger, but thank you for the concern. I'm learning my way around slowly. The students here are surprisingly helpful compared to the stereotypes I've heard about this place." Hati paused to shake his head and undo the lock in front of him. "Everyone is always asking if I need help finding where to go, or if I'm having trouble reading signs; never mind that I've been learning English since you were learning how to add and subtract. I only pretend I don't speak well so that if a person ends up crazy, I'm not forced to keep talking. But yeah.. Everyone has been very kind."

"Good. Don't get used to it. All the happiness and smiles will last a week before they decide whether to like you or not. Me included." He joked, hoping the form of humor was understood by the other. He leaned against a miscellaneous locker and picked at the lock aimlessly as he spoke. It kept him distracted from looking too hard at the other. He didn't need to memorize the other's eye color so soon, nor the way he smelled...

"I wouldn't have it any other way~" Hati smirked to himself while he pulled his coat and scarf back out of his locker. No doubt the weather was still frigid. Regardless, his smile was far too sickeningly sweet for the words that followed. "After all, I'm doing the same to all of them~ And I'm still making up my mind on what I think of you."

How could anyone make Skoll, the most notorious intimidating kid in school, feel smaller than he was? How could they make him doubt how powerful he felt amongst the other students? With just a few words and a dangerous smile from a little blue eyed dream, the King of Bad was now a jester.

"All good so far I hope, Hati." The sharp vowels felt a little clumsy on his tongue, but the name itself felt velvety slipping from his lips. He said the name just to know how it would sound from his voice. Instantly, he loved it.

Hati looked over and laughed his characteristic birdsong laugh. Skoll seemed to shrink from a mountain to an anthill in the span of one conversation. Interesting, he thought, and something to keep note of. So far he'd seen only hints of the bluster that everyone else seemed to think Skoll possessed. Poor guy. "Relax," said the white haired boy as he finished packing his bag and closing his locker, "I was only joking. Well, half joking. I liked you since the moment you hit your head on the desk this morning. Very charming~"

"Haha, very funny. Had me in stitches." He spoke as he pulled out his new pack of cigarettes and held them upside down, hitting them against the other palm of his hand in order to distribute the tobacco better in the cigarette. If smoking didn't make him look less embarrassed, then he'd lost a game he didn't even know he was playing. "You in any clubs?"

Hati shook his head and walked beside the brunet as they left the school grounds. His choice of companionship earned a few strange looks from passing students who were used to Skoll socializing with no one outside of the pack. "I haven't had any time to join," he said, tilting his gaze to the thick grey skies when they made it through the doors. The snow had surprisingly stopped for now, but they both knew it would be falling again before the last light faded from the already dim sky. "My parents will likely want me to join orchestra or something else, but we'll see. What about you?"

"Theater. All of my teachers were betting a lot of money that I wouldn't get a good role, so I added money to the pot and I auditioned. Now I'm the lead role, but I didn’t think about the fact that I couldn’t get out of it." His words were muffled with a cigarette poised between his lips, ready to light up once they were officially outside the gates and past the boundaries of the school yard. His right hand, stuffed into his pocket, fiddled with the lighter; he needed to remember to get a new one soon; the fluid was running out.

"Well, that's one way to prove a point," Hati said, mostly to himself. They were standing beside Skoll's bike now, and soon enough, someone would be coming to pick Hati up as well. "I guess I should let you go home before the roads get worse then... Will I see you tomorrow or do you think they will finally shut down classes?"

"They've only ever closed down the school once when I've been here. I doubt it'll be shut tomorrow." He didn't trust himself to lean back against the bike, knowing luck wouldn't be on his side and he'd push the bike back and topple with it. "You okay to get home yourself?" He asked after the smoke came from the cigarette. The distant sound of Fen's laughter approached, though he didn't look back in recognition.

Hati gave a stifled, unhappy cough as the wind blew the cigarette smoke his way. "I'll be fine," he said with a small frown. He stepped out of the direction of the foul smoke. Just as he responded, a black SUV with tinted windows rolled up to the side of the road. It sat there, waiting for the boy with white hair to come. Hati forced another smile despite the ugly scent that still hung around and waved as he left Skoll's side to go to it. "And there's my driver now. I'll see you tomorrow then, Skoll. Get home safely."

"You too, newbie." He gave the smallest salute possible, watching as he climbed into the seemingly fancy black car and was driven off.

He assessed the damage that was his dignity, and after deeming it still in tact, he turned around to see the approaching figure.

"Hey, someone's out of science late...Clash with the teacher again?" He teased Fen, smirk dripping with gorgeous mockery.

Fenrir walked with the fire of the sun blazing in his eyes. "I have literally never hated a person more in my life," he snapped with a fist clenched in front of him. "My phone fell out of my pocket and she took it because-" he rolled his eyes and began talking in a whiny, high pitched mockery of the teacher's voice, "-obviously if it fell out of your pocket, you were playing with it~. Fucking bitch. Joke's on her though because you know what I did? Broke into her desk drawer when she went to the bathroom and took her car key out of it. I mean I didn't take them, because I'm not getting stuck in detention with her over this, but I did hide them in the microscope shelf. So since she probably won't find them, I hope she knows how to use Uber."

The black haired teen huffed and stole the cigarette from Skoll's lips, choosing to just take it rather than ask for another. " But fuck... Whatever. How'd your locker date with the new kid go? I saw you talking to him."

"I've never struggled finding the right words to say to someone before holy shit... I'm in love." At first he frowned at the taking of his cigarette, though the frown softening in a smile at the thought of the new boy. "He's Hati, he's from Stockholm, and we share the same English class. I didn't know angels had Swedish accents."

Fenrir cracked a smile with Skoll's cigarette still stuck between his lips. "Ohohoh, So you know where he's from now! Well that's an improvement from this morning. What's so great about him though? I mean I only saw him a few times in the hall, but he seemed kinda.. I dunno, generically European to me. What's so great aside from that sparkling white hair and pretty voice?"

Skoll took that chance to take the cigarette back and draw a deep breath from it, letting the smoke come out as he talked. He flicked the ash from the end and watched it dirty the snow covered ground with a new spot of grey. "Aside from those two very valid points? First of all, fuck you, he's not generic. Anyway, he's not afraid of me. Usually at first glance they see the...Well, me, and it puts them off. IKEA has some balls."

Fenrir snorted and grinned, toothy and wide. "Pfft, IKEA. Good name for him. Buuuut you should invite him to hang with us sometime then. Let us all be the judge of how ballsy your little pixie viking is. Till then, we're all going to the old warehouses to build sled ramps. I'm pretty sure the twins are already headed over there. You coming or are you gonna go home?"

"Gonna go pick up some groceries for grandma first then I'll be over. Don't do anything too stupid whilst I'm gone, or the fun'll be over." Slipping his helmet on, he handed the rest of his cigarette over. "Make sure the twins don't kill themselves, Kay?'

"I make no promises, but I'm pretty sure after the lava lamp incident, those two gained immortality!" Fenrir laughed and stepped away, watching as Skoll brushed the snow from his hair and climbed onto his bike. "See you soon! And don't crash!"

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