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alice-grace-and-ava · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2:Rage You Damn Nerd

Three American transfer students join your favorite characters at UA high. Come see as they face the challenges that come with training to be a hero while battling their demons from their past. It’s time for them to push past their boundaries and go plus ultra!!!!!(sorry I’m terrible at descriptions)

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HI! This is Alice, and I wanted to go ahead and post this! Grace wouldn't let me stop doing the tags until it maxed out.................I would rather drink unsweet tea than do that ever again. Anyway enjoy!

Alice

“ Listen Alice” I nod my head and my eyes lower back to his chiseled abs “ look here” Vlad king snapped his fingers in my face to bring my attention back to him.I'm currently sitting in his office, which is all of the teachers, and we are the only ones in the room. His cubicle is littered with fanart, a coffee cup, a mysterious bowl of some type of food, and a computer with a cat on the home screen.Why would a very well-behaved girl like me be in the teacher’s office? He wanted to make a deal with me but from how this is going so far I’m not sure I’m going to like it.“ If you behave, and I mean no hitting on me or other students- don't give me that look!” I feel myself deflate in the chair.“ You don't understand!” I flap my arms in defiance. “ And how do I not understand the fact that you won't stop calling me names, and quite frankly poor Shiozaki cant handle it any more” he challenges. I cross my arms and huff “ It's not my fault that everyone in the class is whiny babies” Vlad leans his head on his desk and is visibly exhausted.

“ Oh, Alice!” I jump from my seat as Present Mic appears, he holds a cup of jasmine tea in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.

“ Mic!” I excitedly respond, he smiles then notices Vlad King's exhaustion.

“ Hey, Hey, Hey my guy what’s wrong?” The other loud blonde in the room questions.

I slap the dying man on the back trying to show that he's okay, but he completely collapses onto the desk with an oof

“ Oh, that's not good” I quickly retract my hand and jump back.

“ What happened Alice?” Present mic sets his stuff on the desk and crouches down closer to the nearly dead man. I look away shyly “ He wants me to make a deal with him” I complain, and with a look from Mic I whine out the rest “but he wants me to stop flirting and making inappropriate comments!”

“ Man Sekkijro you can't make Alice change her style like that, we try to help the students stay true to themselves and that's who she is so let her be herself”

What the hell Mic, I stand still and look away, I hate it when people try to act like this.

“ Listen Vlad king,” I say boredly, my morning now ruined by sympathetic people, and he jumps up to attention at my change. “ Let me come and go as I please, I'll do the bookwork, don't worry, and then I'll stop interrupting your lessons with my comments.” The look of relief on his face is laughable.

“ Yes! As long as you do your schoolwork you can skip class as much as you want!”

I smile widely “ Deal!” I step closer to him and pat his chest “ but that won't stop me from acting up outside of class hours'' His skin drained of all color, Present Mic doubled over laughing. I took this chance to snatch his tea and skip out of the class, yes I skipped out of the room.

I shut the door and stand in the hallway

It’s cold like always……….

*RUMBLE*

I feel a light shake and immediately felt around for the girls, relaxing more once their presence was stable. Grace seems to be in class while Ava on the other hand…

I smile, she’s by herself on the west wing- The wing known for its amazing vending machine- wanting my mood to lighten I reach out for her more.

I hone onto her sunflower energy and a twinge of power flows within myself

Grace

To say that the school day so far has been boring would be an understatement. The only interesting part of the day was when I got to repeatedly correct the present mic about slang terms in English class. I don't understand why I have to take that class anyway. It's an easy A, or it would be if the slang that Present Mic was trying to teach wasn't from the 80s.

After English with the present mic, it was time for lunch. The entire school seems like it’s on the same lunch schedule so the lunchroom was packed. I was having trouble finding a seat when I heard someone yell out my name. When I looked around to find the owner of the voice I saw a group of kids from my class looking in my direction. Kirishima was holding his hand in the air and waving it around excitedly.

I made my way over only to find that the only available seat was next to Bakuhoe. Reluctantly I placed my tray down and moved my chair as far away from his as possible before I sat down and began to eat my food. I could practically feel the entire group’s eyes staring into the side of my head. I glanced up from my food and was met with four curious faces looking at me. The first one to speak was the pink girl. “Hi, I don’t believe we’ve formally met. I’m-” “You’re Mina Ashido, the boy with the blond hair with the lightning bolt is Denki Kaminari, black hair is Sero Hanta, the redhead is Eijiro Kirishima, and the punk next to me is Katsuki Bakugou.” They all stare at me with various looks of surprise on their faces. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was supposed to put the last name first wasn’t I?” The one to speak up was Sero. “No- well yes, but I guess we weren’t expecting to know all of our names.” I glance around and see them all nodding in agreement except for Bakugou. “Let’s just say that where I’m from you learn names and faces pretty quickly for safety reasons.” Kaminari was the one to speak up next. “Why do you need to-” The sound of Into the Unknown resounds from the pocket of the shorts that were under my skirt. When I finally can get the phone out I see I have a text from Ava asking me to meet her in her classroom and to bring my backpack. “Sorry to cut this lunch short but I have to go meet my sister.” Mina excitedly jumps out of her seat and scurries or to me before stopping directly in front of me.”You have a sister that goes here?!” I place my hands on her shoulder and push her back slightly. “Yea I have two. Technically we’re not blood-related but in the words of Supernatural “family doesn’t end in blood.”

Alice

“Oh hello Alice, I just ate my last bag of cookies sorry. If I knew you were coming I would've given it to that cute kid…..”

I am sitting on the bench in front of a vending machine Ava is sitting cross-legged to my right surrounded by food.

“Cute kid?” I smirk and poke her shoulder, she grabs my shoulder and leans in close.

“You have no idea how adorable he is, fluffy hair! Big ground eyes! And freckles, he has freckles!!”

I burst out laughing and reach up to pat her head, glad that I chose to visit her because she can entertain me.

“Why are you laughing?” she wines out

“Because you’re amusing”

She huffs and opens up a honey bun to eat it, I stare at the cup of tea in my hand,

“Alice, what’s wrong?”

Ava leans her head on my shoulder.

I glance down at a snickers bar, and a certain pomeranian pops into my head.

“Alice?”

“It's nothing Ava, nothing at all, in fact, can you hold this cup please”

I smile innocently and watch as she takes the cup without hesitation

We stare at each other

I grab a snickers bar and get the fuck out of there.

“ALICCCCEEEE!!! THAT’S MINE”

I hear her scream, then a crash of the coffee cup smashing into the ground.

Sorry Mic

I start running through the halls, fear creeps into me as I hear her running up behind me.

I hear her footsteps quickly closing in on me.

Dang, it! I should’ve rethought this, I know how fast she is, and yet I thought this was a bright Idea. A CHILD!

I reach out and grab the small purple-haired kid by the collar and yeeted him over my shoulder.

“Oh hello there goddess”

Glancing over and see the purple kid stuck to Ava, she tries to pry him off but he only continues to stick on her.

I laugh at my victory, knowing whatever Ava will try to do to get back at me Grace will stop.

I keep my walk at a fast pace, noticing how I can hear the voices of students grow louder. I open silver double doors and look around the room. A very nice cafeteria is filled with students, they sit at nice comfortable booths and chat. Scanning the room looking for my next victim

“ WHAT DID YOU SAY YA NERD!”

I smile as I hear a dog bark out annoyingly, the students sitting in the booth close to me quickly got up sensing my intentions. I calmed myself and plastered a smile on my face, I turn to see the Pomeranian sitting with 4 other people ( even happier when one of those is my dear Pikachu). I sneak towards the group, closing in behind the cute static brain, Mid rant the mutt stops and looks at me confused causing the others to look. Denki of course doesn’t notice as he is concentrating on his food, I wink at the group.

“ Pikachu I choose you!”

I yell and throw my arms around his neck. He lets out a scream and then goes into a coughing fit.

Everyone starts laughing, I slap my fellow blonde harshly on the back to assist him in not dying.

“ So who’s your friend?” the redhead asks as he wipes his eyes.

I climb over the booth and slip in between Denki and the redhead, right across from the mutt, I throw him a smirk.

“ Ah, this is-”

“ Wait a damn minute you’re the annoying brat that-”

“ I’m Alice, I just transferred from America- Also I’m Pikachu’s friend!”

I interrupt the mutt and throw my arm around my now proclaimed friend.

“ What’s your last name?” the pink girl questioned.

I remove my arm and clap my hands together to rest my chin on them.

“ I don’t have one, and who are you Pinkie Pie?”

Sensing my tone the redhead jumped in.

“ Sorry, it’s just our friend said she has two sisters that go to school here, so we just wanted to know.”

The mutt aggressively set his juice box down on the table and they stared at him.

“ Didn’t you hear her, they’re not blood-related so of course the last name isn’t the same.”

Ahh he gets bonus points

I laugh trying to change the mood.

“ Well, I’ll introduce everyone-” I interrupt Denki

“The first name only, I’ll only remember it”

He grins and points at the kid with weird elbows

“ Sero”

“Flextape”

“Mina”

“Pinkie Pie”

“Eijiro”

“ Shark - and or Shark bait ooh ah ah”

They stared at me, the mutt chokes on his juice.

“Should I even try if you’re going to give us nicknames”

Denki lets a breath out as I continue to smile, he points at himself

“Pikachu?”

I nod my head, he hesitantly then points across from him

“Mutt”

I don’t miss a beat.

“WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!!”

“Mutt” I respond with a smile and seeing how he’s at the perfect level I slip the Snickers bar towards him on the table.

“It’s okay your not you when you’re hungry”

He turns to stone, then as if he was a newly awakened volcano he exploded. Everyone at the table jumps up as he starts to produce explosions.

“Welp gotta blast” I grin out and holding my hand out to give Pikachu a high-five, then leaping across the table and now on the run for the second time today.

I weave in between students standing in the cafeteria, standing in shock as they watch 3 people try to restrain a rabid dog.

I slip through the doors and a laugh escapes me as my daily entertainment has been fulfilled.

“ Oh it’s you”

I look to my left and my biggest smile of the day creeps on my face.

“Best Boi!” I jump to hug him, he stops me by placing a hand on my head, I let out a whine as I struggle to touch him.

“You’re very loud today” he states boredly.

“Yes of course I am! I was playing with the dog and also stole some candy, which I tried to give to the dog but he didn’t want it” I pout, Shinsou doesn't even look surprised at my confession.

“ Did you at least have lunch?”

I stop trying to hug him and stood up straight, dread fills me “ Grace is going to murder me”

I whisper to him, he chuckles and reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a slice of lemon bread.

“ Can’t have the problem child dying”

My eyes widen as I stare at his outstretched hand.

“You’re stalking me”

“what - You know what I’m not even going to try to argue with you, but why would you assume that”

I swipe the package from his hand and beam at him, “because it’s my favorite snack”

He stands there, head empty no brain,

“Oh, Alice there you are! I was wondering if I could have my cup back, its a limited edition DJ Khaled cup”

I look at shinshou with a guilty look, Present Mic appears down the hall strutting my way

“Gotta blast again! By best boi”

I salute him and put the bread in my mouth, like a true anime girl, and hop out the window escaping.

Grace

When I met up with Ava there was a weird purple ball stuck to her skirt and she needed to get her spare skirt out of her locker. As it turns out Ava needed my backpack because she accidentally put the slip of paper with her locker combination in one of my folders, but the one folder she needed was at home. We ended up spending a good 10-15 minutes looking for it before we finally went to her teacher. Who was nice enough to give me a pass to class because I was running late. I made it to class five minutes after the bell rang but luckily the teacher wasn’t there yet. Just as I placed my pencil pouch on my desk the door to the classroom slams open to reveal All Might, the number one hero standing on his toes with his hands on the door frame. He leans forward so that his weight is supported by his hands, and he’s standing in what seems to be a pose imitating flying. His cape flows into the classroom, and if I look closely I can see the fan positioned in the hallway behind him that he’s using to provide the breeze for his cape.

“I am here!”

The sound of excited murmuring begins to resonate around the classroom. All might does a weird march as he makes his way behind the teacher’s desk

Sir why are you walking like you have something stuck up your butt.

“Welcome to the most important class at U.A high! Think of it as heroing 101! Here you will learn the basics of being a pro and what it means to fight in the name of good!”

All might places one of his feet on the chair and turns so that his back is faced to us while he flexes to make his muscles even larger than they already are.

“Let’s get into it! Today’s lesson: pull no punches!” All might holds up a card that just says BATTLE. The class begins to talk in an uproar of excitement. “Hell yea finally some action!” Bakugou’s loud voice in my ear sends a sharp pain through my skull. I turn in my seat so that I am face to face with him. “Bitch! Do that again! Yell in my ear again and see what happens to you! I know how to hide a body. They’ll never find you.” Bakugou slams his hands on his desk and gets closer to my face “ Are you threatening me!” A small smirk works its way onto my face. “It's not a threat. It’s a promise. Now if you don’t get out of my face I promise that I will punch you in yours.”

Before he can say anything else several slots in the wall open and shelves of number cases slide out. “ Part of being a hero is looking good so in each case is a costume based on the information that each of you provided before school started” the class once again starts to murmur in excitement. “ Young Grace, your hero costume just arrived this morning from your old school, so it is not with the rest of the classes. You will have to stop by the office to grab yours, so you are excused to go and collect that.”

It didn’t take me long to get my costume and by the time I got back to the class the last person was grabbing their assigned case number and I was being ushered in the direction of the changing rooms.

After everyone was changed we made our way to the training ground beta. I couldn’t help but look around at everyone’s costumes. A green figure caught my attention. Is that midoriya? What the hell is he wearing? His costume was interesting, to say the least. It looked sort of like a mutant bunny. Wait a damn minute. Why does his costume look familiar? I try to figure out what or who his costume reminds me of until I feel a presence next to me when I look I see no one until I glance down to see Mineta standing way too close for comfort and staring at the exposed skin of my thigh. “Man, I love this school.” My face scrunches in disgust, but before I can do anything All Might begins talking again. All Might! My eyes dart back and forth between Midoriya’s costume and All Might. The more that I look the more the similarities stick out. Did he base his costume on All Might?

“Alright, newbies each of you will step up and choose a letter from this box. This will determine what team you will be on. Since we have an uneven number of students one team will have three people instead of two.” One by one my classmates found their teams until it was my turn. I reached in and felt around until I finally was able to grasp a sheet of paper. Please not the same team as that pomeranian.Please not the same team as that pomeranian. I opened the slip and low and behold I’m on the same team as Katsuki Bakugou. Begrudgingly I walked over to Bakugou and Iida to wait for the rest of the class to finish drawing for their teams.

Once everyone was paired up for teams, All Might reached into the two boxes that had been sitting to the side labeled hero and villain. He raises his hands into the air in an extravagant manner while holding two balls. One with the letter A and the other with the letter D. “Team A will be the heroes and Team D you three will be the villains. Now go to your starting positions. The rest of the class and I will be watching. If things go too far I will stop the fight.” I follow Iida to where we need to go, but we each stop at All Might to get an earpiece so that we can talk to each other.

Iida, Bakugou, and I were placed in a large room to guard a weapon. As we wait for All Might to announce the start I hear Bakugou grumbling to himself. “Yo hedgehog. What’s got your panties in a twist?” He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Do you think that damn nerd has a quirk?” Iida speaks up before I have the opportunity to. “ Do you mean Midoriya? Of course, he has a quirk. How else would he have gotten into U.A. otherwise, and you saw him at the entrance exam.” Bakugou clenches his fist and the smell of caramel floods my nostrils. The static of the earpieces being activated sounds in our ears. “Let the battle begin!” Bakugou is the first to move, heading for the door right away. Iida starts to wave his hands around in a wild but robotic manner. “Bakugou where are you going? We need to stay-”“ You two just stay here and guard the weapon.” With that, he disappears into the hallway. “ Don’t worry Iida I’m still here.” He turns and looks down at me before his face turns a bright red color and he swiftly turns his head to look away from me. I glance down to try to figure out what has him so flustered, but I don't see the problem. When I look back at him he still refuses to look at me. “th-tha-. Let’s-um- let’s move everything out of the floor so that when Uraraka and Midoriya come Uraraka can’t use her quirk.” After he gives instructions he just begins to move things around, while still avoiding looking in my direction. “Iida?” He hums while still moving things around. “Are you okay?” I start to move things around and off the floor. “I am fine Jackson, but thank you for your concern.” “Are you sure? Because you were really red.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see his back stiffen. “I am fine, I assure you.” I don’t believe you but I’ll leave it alone.

It takes us about ten minutes or so to move everything out of the floor and put them where Uraraka can’t use them. As we wait Iida starts to mumble to himself about how to be a good pretend villain. Slowly he starts to get louder until he’s taking in a boisterous voice in a stiff or of tone. I can’t help but to chuckle at his antics, and he turns and looks at me wide-eyed as if he had forgotten that I was here. He goes to speak, but I raise my hand to silence him when I hear something. It’s quiet for a moment before the faint sound of shuffling can be heard. “Did you hear that?” Iida looks at me with confusion written all over his face. “No, I did not hear anything.” The shuffling sound happens again. “There it is again.” Iida looks around. “Maybe it was Bakugou.” I continue to look around to try to find the source of the noise when a faint scent hits my nose. “ It’s not Bakugou. It doesn’t smell like caramel. It’s like a softer smell like flowers.” Iida looks around smelling the air. “Are you sure I don’t smell anything” I continue to observe the area before I spot a pink shoe peeking out from behind a pillar. “Trust me Iida if there is anything I am confident with it’s my sense of smell. And I'm also confident that Uraraka is currently hiding behind that pillar over there by the door.” A small squeak comes from the girl.

As I go to take a step forward the building begins to shake and I end up on the floor. “Dammit, Bakugou! What the hell are you doing.” the earphone stays silent. “Bakugou I know that you can hear me!” A growl can be heard from his end of the line. “Shut the hell up. I’m handling my job. You handle yours.” The sound of static fills my ears, and I turn around to look at Iida. “Did-did he just turn his earpiece off?” All that he offers is a blank expression. The building shakes again this time a few pieces of the ceiling fall and we have to cover our heads. Once the building settles and debris no longer rains I wait a moment before I stand just to make sure that the building won’t start shaking again.

I start to dust off my pants when I notice movement out of the side of my eye. I look over to see Uraraka moving from her place behind the pillar and start running towards the weapon. “Iida!” The sound of his engines fills the room as I charge forward towards the brunette. “Got it!” I throw myself forward and tackle Uraraka before she can get any further. It becomes a mess of hands flying between the two of us. Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! You are not pennywise and we don’t all float here! The building shaking again distracts me for a moment, but it gives her an opening and she places a hand on my arm while activating her quirk. Slowly the floor starts to get further away, and I try to reach out to grab anything that can steady me without success. Instead of floating straight up like I had expected, I can feel myself start to float in the direction that Iida and I had been standing. Suddenly I feel my stomach sink and my body is no longer weightless as I slam down into the floor knocking all of the air out of me. I’m gonna remember that.

It takes a moment for me to regain my breath, but when I finally do Iida reaches his hand out to help me up. The sound of Urarka talking into her comm reaches my ears and I look over to see her grabbing onto a pillar. What are you- the building begins to shake again, but this time stronger than before. “Iida I would grab onto something if I were you.” Before either of us could move a giant explosion blasted up through the floor. To keep my balance I grabbed onto Iida. When the explosion stopped a cloud of dust remained. Something seemed to be moving within the dust and I squinted to try to make out what it was. The shape of rocks moving towards us became more apparent and the two of us ducked to cover our heads. From behind us, we heard the sound of Uraraka cheering as she came in contact with the weapon.

“The hero team wins!” It is what it is. The three of us walk down to the ground level where a medical bed is taking Midoriya away to Recovery Girl through the giant hole in the side of the building. All Might stands there amongst the rubble watching as the bed carries away one of his students. He turns to look at the remaining four of us and leads us in the direction of the observation room. The class is silent as we walk in. All Might walks to his chair and turns to look at the four of us. “While the heroes may have won this fight the true MVPs were Iida and Grace.” Mummers fill the room as our classmates talk amongst themselves. “Does anyone know why?” Momo steps forward. “The two of them discussed a plan to ensure that their opponent was at a disadvantage. They were aware of their opponent’s skill and prepared for it. They were aware of their surroundings, Grace especially. While it is okay to separate sometimes on a mission it is best to stay together, and that is what they did.” I glance over at Bakugou, but he’s looking down with his hands clenched into a fist and his teeth clenched. All Might called for the next group to go, but I didn’t pay attention to who was next, instead I chose to sit in the corner of the room and take a nap.

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After everyone completed the training exercise All Might excused us to go change and head back to the class. I was the first back in the classroom. Rather than sit at my desk, I perched myself on the windowsill to watch the world outside. Slowly everyone began to trickle back into the classroom, all except Bakugou, and the classroom began to bustle with noise once again. The door to the classroom opens and I turn to see who it is. Midoriya stands in the doorway with his arm lightly wrapped up. Everybody crowds around Midoriya, but I remain where I am staring out the window.

A familiar head of blond hair emerges from the school. I move to grab my bag, but before I leave the window I notice a head of green hair that can only be midoriya chasing after Bakugou. The two of them seem to talk, well Midoriya seems to be talking, Bakugou seems to be yelling. Bakugou turns to walk away again, but All Might appears practically out of thin air. Bakugou keeps his back to the two of them as All Might talks to him. The interaction doesn’t last long before Bakugou starts to walk away again. All Might and Deku stand there for a moment before All Might places a hand on his shoulder and leads him back into the building. While Bakugou is still in sight I grab my backpack off of the ground and throw the window open. I jump out Alice style and a familiar tingling sensation radiates between my shoulder blades as a pair of blue and purple butterfly wings sprout. I flutter over just behind the angry blonde and will my wings away. I walk a little faster to stand beside him and then slow down so that I can walk beside him as he stomps away like a little gremlin. He doesn’t look over at me, but I can tell that he knows that it’s me. “What the hell do you want?” What do I want? Why am I even here? He's not my friend. He's not even an acquaintance. I step in front of him and stop causing him to stop as well. For the first time, I offer him a small smile. “Let’s go grab frozen yogurt. My treat.” I don’t give him time, I just grab his wrist and drag him to the shop that I saw on the walk to school this morning.

When we get there the young man at the front counter greets us in a bubbly tone as he hands us our cups to go fill up. I filled my cup with coconut froyo topped with strawberry boba, coconut shavings, and three cherries. when I walk to the register bakugou is already standing there with his cup half full of chocolate with some granola and a single cherry.” you sure that’s all you want? I don’t mind, Ava usually gets two full cups when I pay so if you're concerned about the price being too high don’t worry about it.” He scowls at me a growl bubbling up from the back of his throat.” Shut the hell up and weigh your cup.” I place my cup on the scale and raise my hands in mock surrender.” All alright, alright I was just being nice.” I reach behind me to grab my wallet out of my bag. When I finally find it and turn around to pay I see the clerk handing Bakugou money.” What are you doing? I was gonna pay for your stuff.”Bakugou shoves his money angrily back into his pocket and yanks his froyo off of the scale.” I don’t need some damn extra paying for my food when I am perfectly capable of doing it myself. Now grab you shit so we can go.” Bakugou doesn’t even wait for me before he walks out of the shop. I turn and thank the guy behind the counter before I grab my froyo and follow after Bakugou. We walk in silence as we eat until in the distance I spot a park and dash toward it.” Hey, where the hell are you going!” I spot a trashcan and as I dash past it I throw away my cup but continue my path to my destination. When I reach the object behind my excitement I throw down my backpack and practically throw myself into the seat of the swing. By the time Bakugou reaches me I've obtained a pretty good height.” What the hell was that!” I close my eyes as the wind whips past me.” I haven’t been on a swing since I was a kid! My mom used to bring my sisters and me to the park all the time before-.” A memory flashes behind my eyelids and I snap my eyes open. I stop kicking my legs and my swing slowly loses momentum until it just slightly sways. Bakugou looks at me with the same scowl on his face but a gleam of curiosity sparks in his eyes.” Why don’t you sit with me. Not on the same swing of course, but it’s a nice day out today. the fresh air will do you some good.” he looked down at me like I was stupid for a moment. To be honest, at this moment I feel stupid. In the end, he sits down on the swing.his swing slightly sways as he rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet.

A nice silence settles between the two of us that lasts for maybe ten to fifteen minutes before Bakugou breaks the silence.” Why did you invite me to get frozen yogurt with you?” I look over at him, but he’s looking straight ahead. “First of all, just say froyo dude. And I guess you just seemed like you needed a pick me up.” He looks over at me, his signature scowl plastered on his face. “So what is this out of pity or something! I don’t need pity from some damn extra! I don’t need pity from anyone!” In his tangent, he stood from his swing and moved in front to stand in front of me. “ Woah, Woah, Woah. who said anything about pity. Because I know damn well that word never left my mouth. Did you hear me say ‘oh poor Bakugou’? No cause those words never left my lips. I tried to be nice because even though I don't know what it is that made you mad, frustrated, or whatever emotion you're feeling I know what it’s like to be suffering by yourself. When you're so blinded by whatever you're feeling that it feels like you're drowning in it, but I also know what it’s like to have someone with you even if it’s just sitting in silence together. I was trying to be nice, but you wanted to be an bitch. Do me a favor and get your head out of your ass because it ain’t a hat. Now if you excuse me I’m going home.” I push past him and grab my bag as I begin the journey home.

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yourfaveisyanderematic · 6 years ago

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LUVYU SNPAI

For anon who wanted “I don’t care who they are, I never want to see you talking to them again!” with Jotaro. A slightly different take on what happened when he first got Star Platinum, and why he locked himself in jail.

WARNING: Implied neck trauma.

“Are you ready?!”

The computerized announcer’s voice was loud enough to turn heads, even in the excitingly deafening din of the arcade, but you just sighed and sat back to watch. Hana hopped from foot to foot as Yamamoto straightened out his uniform, the two classmates preparing for yet another round on Dare To Dance EX’s stage…

“They’re going for it again, huh? That’s determination; didn’t Yamamoto almost break his neck on this song last time?” Nakayama—another one of the carousel of faces in your after-school clique—passed you an ice-cold soda from the vending machine as the music started in earnest. You couldn’t keep your lips from curling in a self-assured smile, an expression she mirrored as she took the seat next to you. It was your up-to-something-grin, so a fun story was surely around the corner; you always seemed to have one of those.

“Hana and I have a bet,” you admitted, popping the cap of your drink for a sip, “she’s convinced I’m hiding some secret crush—I bet she just wants to make sure Matsuda still has a chance—and won’t quit bugging me about it. So, I promised to tell her everything she wanted to know…if she can beat the record on MAXX Ultra.”

Nakayama tittered as she playfully elbowed you, nearly making you spill your drink. “That’s so mean of you!” She pointed in mock accusation, giving you a close-up of her chipped neon nail polish. “You’re too competitive to let her beat you on the easy levels. You’re really going to ask her to beat your score on the hardest?”

The song ended, eliciting a chorus of disappointed groans from your friends as the scoreboard popped up. Third place changed the most frequently; right now it was held by someone going by MRBST. Second place had also changed recently, to a TNKAK.

And of course, first place, the score no mere high schooler would beat, the letters that had been in place for months…

SNPAI. You’d entered it as a joke; for a while, the #1 in the arcade had been entering LUVYU in all the machines they could, and it was going to be your way of admitting a crush at the time. Surpassing them had ruined the joke, though, and since you were the oldest of your friends they’d naturally assumed the name was referring to you.

“We got close that time!” Yamamoto grumbled, patting his pockets for more change, “I’m sure we can get it—hey, you brought enough coins to do this, right…?” He glanced at you. You sighed, already reaching for your purse.

“They’re going to make me bankroll my own defeat? Who’s the mean one, again?” you muttered to Nakayama, who giggled again; this time definitely at you, not with you.

“He wasn’t…oh, never mind.” She waved a little as Hana laughed and Yamamoto suddenly found new, very interesting depths in his pockets to search.

You felt heat creep up your neck. “…ah.” The song started up again as the two got back into position, both very determinedly keeping their backs to you. You stood up, quickly enough to make Nakayama do a double take.

“Oh? Do you want me to get something else for you, Senpai?”

“No, I just feel like walking for a bit. I’m going to go buy some snacks.”

“Then I’ll go with you!” she jumped up, trailing behind you like a brightly colored comet as you crossed the tacky carpet and various games to the snack counter. You were just in line to order when she said something that gave you pause.

“Huh. What’s he doing here?”

“Who?” You whipped your head around and immediately regretted it. “Ugh.”

The arcade was full of people, bright lights and loud noises, which made it your ideal stomping ground once classes were done. It was also someplace that Jotaro Kujo—some punk who happened to be in the year above you, not that he acted like it—shouldn’t have been caught dead.

And yet, there he was: tall, brooding, and stubbornly still wearing his uniform, stock-still in the ever-changing crowd he’d once said wasn’t really his scene.

…what he’d actually said, that afternoon you’d tried to invite him with your friends, was: “What a hassle. Arcades are annoying as fuck, I can’t believe you actually spend all your free time there.”

You couldn’t decide what it was about him that rubbed you the wrong way, what sent that spike of irritation through your good mood or why you practically glared at the little of his face you could see. People had different tastes, and some were ruder about it than others; you weren’t someone who could honestly claim to be unfailingly polite. Your little circle ran the spectrum of honor students to borderline delinquents, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t fit in. You couldn’t even say he was particularly boring, or hard to look at.

It was just…

Nakayama nudged something into your hand, bringing you back into the present moment. It was the candy you were going to order.

“Oh, hell. You should have said something sooner, let me pay…” you fumbled for your wallet as the two of you started to push back towards the others. She just smirked, glancing back at the direction you were staring; Jotaro was tall enough that he was visible even from here, still conspicuously not doing anything in a place where everyone was doing something.

“You seemed preoccupied, what can I say? But…” she leaned in conspiratorially.

“is it Kujo you’ve got a crush on? Because I didn’t take you for the type to be into bad boys…”

“Oh my god, isn’t it bad enough I have to take this from Hana?”

She threw her head back and laughed, then immediately cursed as she spilled some of her snacks. “come on, you know I had to! But really…it’s gonna be weird if he is, and you start bringing him around. He got in a fight with Miiki the other day, that’s why he wasn’t at school.”

You frowned at her as the music from DTDEX got louder and louder. It was a different song than when you left, so Hana must have given up for the day. “Miiki told me he’d fallen off his bike.”

Nakayama shrugged. “He knows you hate fighting, he probably didn’t want to piss you off. Who knows what boys are thinking?”

——

There was another reason you loved the arcade so much, and it was because silence gave you the creeps. There was a thrill, an energy you got when there were a lot of people around, especially when they were paying attention to you. You’d gotten so used to it that its absence had made you uncomfortable, and you found yourself looking over your shoulder periodically as your footsteps echoed in the empty halls of your school.

If there were still students or faculty around, you didn’t run into any of them, which was just as well. You were never really good at hiding your feelings, and the expression reflected in the windows you passed would only invite questions you didn’t feel like answering.

You slammed the door open to the stairwell and stepped inside, frowning as you caught some cigarette smoke wafting from the fire exit. You checked your watch—it was a little after 3PM—and slowly descended, letting whoever was in here with you hear each and every footstep.

Jotaro watched you turn the corner with a blank expression that could only be surprise, cigarette still frozen a few inches from his face. He probably hadn’t moved a muscle the moment he he heard you come in.

You stopped on the last step, still several feet away but high enough that the difference in height wasn’t as extreme. You leveled him with a stare you hoped was cold and waved the folded-up note in your free hand.

“Hey, Kujo. Let’s talk.”

If Jotaro was surprised that you knew the note was his, he didn’t show it. He just leaned forward a little, maybe to check and see if you really had come alone. “You’re early. None of your groupies came to back you up?”

If they knew I was meeting you, maybe, you thought. What you actually said was: “I’m already doing something at the time you wanted to meet, and I figured we could get this over with before I head to the arcade.”

Jotaro growled, a low rumble deep in his throat as his eyes bored into yours. The brim of his cap threw most of his face into shadow, giving his sharp features a more menacing cast, but you didn’t flinch. You’d seen worse.

“What can I do for you, Kujo? Hoping to get my homework? Money, cigarettes? I hope for your sake this isn’t a confession, because after what you’ve done to my friends I won’t have any problem breaking your heart.”

Miiki. Reo. Yamamoto. In between injuries and nebulous troubles, the boys who tagged along with your group after school were suddenly finding excuses to not hang out, and your other friends were starting to follow suit. It didn’t take a Philip Marlowe to figure out why, but you got all the proof you needed when you confronted Yamamoto at his house and all but forced Jotaro’s name out of him.

“They’re not your friends,” he hissed, taking a step forward, “they’re a bunch of hangers-on who only want to talk to you because they think you’re attractive. That, or they’re trying to get something.”

You laughed, but there wasn’t any humor in it. “Oh, and that’s something you’d know all about, huh?” Jotaro’s scowl was growing deeper and more dangerous by the second, but you couldn’t help but grin; if fists were his weapons, words were yours.

“Maybe if you bothered to talk to people more, you’d understand. You could have had that with us, not that it’s going to happen anymore—not after the stunt you pulled. They’re my friends, and they could have been yours!” As if someone else was speaking, you felt your voice rise, felt the heat fill your face.

There was a smaller voice somewhere in the back of your head that whispered that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to provoke him like this, but it was easy to ignore. Giving Jotaro exactly what he deserved felt too good.

“I don’t care who they are, damn it!” Jotaro shouted back, carried forward in the burst of his words, until he was inches away from your face. You moved to push him away or take a step back, and realized that his hands were wrapped around your shoulders, holding you in place.

That little voice was getting a little louder.

“I never want to see you talking to them again.” He hissed, watching your eyes widen as if he’d slapped you. Maybe he thought he’d cow you into compliance if he got physical, but the rage that filled you—rage at this bastard for daring to think he could step in and control your life, with one conversation—overwhelmed any instinct you had to obey.

“No. No, I won’t,” you spat, “I’m not going to cut myself off from everyone just because you want me to be as alone and scared and miserable as you.”

You made your move, in the instant the words hit home and his face twisted in inarticulate rage, bringing your knee up to slam into his groin and give you the space you needed to get away. You—

In the next instant, you weren’t looking into his face but at the washed-out wall of the stairwell, peculiarly slanted, and it took another heartbeat for your mind to catch up and realize you were looking at it from the ground.

You had been in a car accident once. There was a strange sensation—not quite vertigo, not quite nausea—that overcame you after the initial overwhelming force slammed you backward into your seat, drawing the breath from your lungs and the blood from your face. It was so strange, feeling it now.

Had he moved? You didn’t see it. And yet, you had been hit and sent flying backward. The back of your neck must have connected with the cement edge of the stair behind you, something you knew was horrible but couldn’t really feel too worried about. You watched a thin line of ants make their way along the cracks in the wall with a faraway sense of alarm.

Could you get up? You should get up.

You couldn’t get up. You could see your hand, fallen by your face in the awkward sprawl Jotaro had knocked you into, and you could see it twitch but you couldn’t make it close. You couldn’t move it to prop yourself up. You couldn’t do anything.

Someone pressed their hand to your neck, shaking with enough force that you felt your chin jitter a little. A face came into view; Jotaro’s, of course. No doubt admiring his handiwork, even though all the anger had vanished from his eyes and he was now holding your face as carefully as if you were made of glass.

A bit late for that, don’t you think, Kujo? You wanted to say, but couldn’t.

“I don’t—I didn’t do that. I didn’t…” he choked, a surprisingly vulnerable whimper from a man who practically dwarfed you. His body curled forward, shielding your eyes from the eye-searingly bright light overhead.

You felt yourself get pulled upward, gathered into his arms like a child collecting their doll. One of his hands came back into view, now covered in something red. Irritation rose in your throat, and you longed to kick at him, to tell him put me down before you get that all over my uniform, but all that came from your throat was a high-pitched whine.

“I know. I know.” he whispered, brushing the hair from your face, leaving a streak of something warm and wet in its place. “I’ll…I’ll fix this. I’ll take you home, find out what happened. I’ll take care of you.”

Your head lolled forward, resting against his shoulder as he pushed through the door and carried you out of the back of the building, away from the sounds of other people. The pain was coming, now, a stabbing pain that sat behind your eyes and radiated through your head, overwhelming all thought. Maybe it was better not to think.

Your senpai would take care of you.

#yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jotaro #fun fact: DDR didn't come out until like a decade after part 3 #there's probably a couple other anachronisms in this fic #if you point them out to me you will taste my blade!#by me

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big-bad-shorty-king · 6 years ago

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Danger Days Master Post

Happy March 22nd! I’m running a Danger Days based table top using the Atomic Highway system so I had to do a lot of research to figure out slang and world stuff! You may or may not have remembered me teasing this back in January (which was suppose to be out by the end of Jan but life sucks so lets dance but it’s better late than never!) I did a fuck ton of research for a game right now, so ill turn my hyper-fixation into a helpful guide for anyone hoping to write some fan fiction!

LOCATIONS

So locations are a little weird in this universe, we dont actually know the exact locations of places but we have a general idea about some.

Battery City

Zones (1-6 if during the music videos, 1-7 if set after the videos, Zone 7 was established after the videos and before the comics)

The Dinner - Fab 4 hide out

Wolfblood Beach, likely somewhere in Zone 1 close to Battery City since people are allowed to go there.

Neon District, either in Zone 1 or in Battery City

Mega Moon's Throttle bar, full of Wave-Head’s, likely somewhere deep into the zones

Hyper-Thrusts, some sort of store, carry “dust mouth”

Fuck You House, concert venu

Route Guano, highway, Kobra Kid and Jet Star are killed here in the album

Zone 55 - Brazil

Mega Moon’s Throttle Bar - Full of wave-heads

The Lobby - Slums of Battery City

The Nest - Ultra V’s hide out

DESTROYA is located here

Mailbox Shrine - Alter to dead

Phoenix Witch guides souls of masks here

Letters reach loved ones

B.L.I Headquaters

Gas n’ Gulp = Dr. D’s - radio station

L.A. Crater

Cherrri’s Home - Artifacts of Fab 4 located here

Gravel Gertle’s Orphanage

Zone 5 Carnival

Zone 3 Crater

The Tube - Battery city, reprograming

Zone 55 - Brazil

Retinal Resorts - BLI owned, “everyone is famous”

Slang

Oh boy is this a long one, let me know if I missed anything

Moterbabies- Kids on the run, survivors

Ghosted - Dead, killed

Bonus track - Look attractive

Crash Queen - Daredevil

Slaughtermatic - Loud, crazy (sound)

Microbursts - Small stuff

Dracs - Draculoids

Crows - S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/

Exterminators - Highest level Dracs/S/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/

Dusted - Killed

Ritalin rats - Drug addicts

Wave-Heads - Radiation addicts

Shiny - Awesome

Clap - Fight

Fire fight - Fight with ray guns

Pig - Scarecrow operatives/poliece

Upthursts - Turn up

Tumbleweed - Person who wanders desert

Zaps - Laser blaster

Zone Rat - Lives in zones

Zonerunner/Zonehopper - Spends time in Zones

Costa Rica - Crazy or bad

Dust Angel - Zone runner

411- Info/update

Getaway Mile - Route Guano

BLI(/ind) - Better Living Industries

Flies - Tiny spy cameras

Carbons - Money

Hit the Red Line - Running away, usually going as fast as a car can go

The Individual - Ray gun

Rubberburner - Goes so fast it destroys tires

Graffiti Bible - Droid holy scripture

Radical tubes - Probably drugs?

Plus - Battery replenisher, addictive

Power Pup - Dog food, killjoys eat this

C.A.T. - Surveillance device, looks like an actual cat

Droids

Have emotions

Can become absolute

Turned to satellites

DESTROYA = God

Graffiti Bible

Types

Blue, 50 Carbons, Loving

Yellow, 150 Carbons, Passive

Orange, 250 Carbons, Aggressive

Purple, 500 Carbons, Fiesty

Green, 750 Carbons, Soothing

Red, 1000 Carbons, Fiery

Supernatural/Religious Figures

DESTROYA - God-like machine

Foretold to free droids in Graffiti Bible

Abandoned experiment by BLI

“Too large to manage”

Phoenix Witch

Representation of death

Zones divided on belief

Is real

Takes care of the dead through offerings of anything “close to the soul,” usually a mask, and guides a dead person to the proper destination (afterlife)

Collects from Mailbox Shrine and battlefields

History

The history is really weird and murky and can kinda change depending on the medium used, i did my best to piece this together in the most coherent way possible

Creation of BL/ind

Great fires of 2012

Rise of Bl/ind

Helium Wars - Texas destroyed

Analog Wars (2014-2015)

Dr. D lost legs

The Girl’s mother is killed

Pig Bomb (2017)

Events of videos (2019)

Events of comics (2029)

Battle of Utah (Unknown when it happened, so it can be placed wherever)

Brands/Logos

Clown logo (we know literally nothing about this)

Skull logo (we know literally nothing about this)

Cosmic Thrust - Sells “zone-tested radical tubes”

Dead Pegasus - Oil company

Electrokat - Likely sells batteries

Supa Stinga Exploders - Explosives

Mousekat - Cartoon from Batter City

Dr. Phizzles’s - Hair dye

Spider - Symbol for Fab 4

Better Living Logo

SCARECROW unit

Better Living Industries

Corporation, evil

Runs Battery City

Came into power bc of Great Fires of 2012

Monochromaticism

Employees

Draculoids

Masks sucks souls out

Lowest ranked - Rayguns

Eliminate threats

S/C/R/E/C/R/O/W/S

Highest ranked (Exterminator)

Eliminate threats

More advanced ray guns

Leader - The Director

Fact News - News program

Slogans

“The Aftermath is secondary”

“Everything is perfect”

“Keep smiling”

Products

Plus - Battery replenisher, addictive

Power Pup - Dog food, killjoys eat this

Air fresheners

Medication of the Month Club

C.A.T. - Surveillance device, looks like an actual cat

BL/ind Vending Machines

Fangs, 8 Carbons

KJ Replica Mask, 4 Carbons

Frankuloid Fun Toy, (Fun Ghoul’s mask but a toy), 10 Carbons

Motivational sticker, 2 Carbons

BLI-Sanctioned Raygun (the individual) - 50 Carbons

Cartoon Animal Stress Head, (Mousekat head), 20 Carbons

Plus, 80 Carbons

Yum-Duck Candies. 5 Carbons

Ammo, ?? Carbons

H20, ?? Carbons

Weapons, Devices & Other Items

Power Glove - Button activated

Used by Kobra Kid

Melee

Modified NES Power Glove

Ray Gun - Lasers

Ranged

White = Draculoids

Colorful = Killjoys

Modified NES Zapper

MP5 - Advanced lasers

Ranged

Used by S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S

Vend-A-Hack

Hacking device

Known to work on vending machines

Based on original model GBA

Flies - Tiny spy cameras

C.A.T. - Surveillance device

Looks like a cat

Sends messages to BL/ind

PTTP - Portable TV

1979-81 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. - Fab 4′s car,

Boombox

Holo-Phone

Inner-Internet

Dr.Phizzles’s Poison Red - Hair dye

Magazines

Shiny - Robot p()rn

Murder

Modern Exterminator

Blasters and Batteries

Radio Stations

WK’L 109 FMX

Host = Dr. D

JUNKPUNK

Host Benjamin Cyanide

Bands

Mad Gear and the Missile Kid

Massive/Awesome

Cold Dead Hands

BONUS!

Here’s a quick naming table I made for my game, it requires a D-20 to use!

#Danger Days #Killjoys #my chemical romance #MCR #Reference #the black parade #Bullets #three cheers for sweet revenge #MCRmy #Gerard Way #Ray Toro #Frank Iero #Mikey Way #March 22nd #Danger Days Master Post #I SPENT LITERAL MONTHS ON THIS SHIT #March 22

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cherryyharryy · 6 years ago

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84! But maybe it's his baby and he's getting a divorce, so it can still be romantic.

Here you go, sorry it took so long!! Hope you like it!

Word count: 2,125

The best love is unexpected. The kind that comes out of nowhere and sweeps you off your feet. The kind that releases feathers in your heart and sends shivers down your spine. The kind that overtook your senses when your best friend walked in the room.

But the worst part about the best kind of love is when it’s dangled before your eyes everyday, so close but your not allowed to touch, and the most you can do is dabble in overwhelming fantasies before you finally fall asleep at night.

“Harry did you hear me?”

Harry, whose heart was not feather filled and was planted firmly on the ground, jerked at his desk from Daniel’s voice, knocking the mug of pens over.

“Uh, sorry. What’d you need?”

“Can you get me last month’s reports?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, scooping up the scattered pens and sliding them into the Friends mug—and wow— the word hurt. “Yeah I’ll get ‘em now.”

***

Harry set his leftover pasta on his desk, sucking in a breath past his teeth as he fiddled with the hot lid of the tupperware bowl. The steam hit his face and his mouth watered once he got the first real whiff, jaw already lowered but quickly realized he was missing one important aspect of lunch. So with a grunt he rose from his seat and straightened his tie before heading to the small kitchen towards the back of the office.

“So have you thought of any names yet?”

“Um, no not yet.”

Y/n’s eyes strained to stay focused on Emily. Had she any real power she would have bored holes in her co-worker’s face. But if she had any real power she’d probably choose invisibility. And God, could she use that now.

“Well what about the birth? Are you going natural? Or a home birth? My sister had a c-section, and—”

“I really don’t know yet, Emily.”

Emily nodded and grabbed the pack of crackers she bought ten minutes ago from the vending machine dispenser. “Well alright, I’ll talk to you later.”

Y/n stood at the counter, stirring her already cooled coffee with her lip trapped under her teeth. “I know you forgot a fork. I’m fine. Now go.”

“Should you be drinking coffee?”

Y/N sighed, shoulders slumping as she shifted her weight to her right leg. “I’m fine.”

“Y’know I...I…”

“You what?” She turned around, revealing the belly that seemed to have doubled in size since the last time he’d gotten a good look.

“Just want you to be okay. Both of you.”

“I know,” she whispered, “we are.”

Harry nodded. “Good. And uh, the ultra waves are good?”

“Ultrasounds?” She held back a smile. It wouldn’t be fair. “Perfect.”

“Good, good.” Harry pulled a drawer from the counter open only to close it and repeat his actions with the next drawer.

“Right here, as always.” Y/N stepped around him and pulled a drawer open a few feet away, taking out a fork and holding it out. “How do you even make it through your day?”

Harry took the fork and shook his head as he turned towards the door. “No idea.”

***

She was all alone. This thought overtook Harry more than he liked. More than Kaylin liked too, because whenever she came home and the dvd menu was frozen on the tv or the kettle was whistling loud enough to wake the dead, he had the same concerned look on his face despite him mumbling out a nothin’ when she’d ask.

“What about Olive Garden?”

“What?”

Kaylin sighed and reached over to turn the faucet off. “My parent’s anniversary. We can all go out to Olive Garden.”

“S’fine.”

“Yeah I know.”

Harry looked down at his wife as she finished rubbing in the moisturizer across her face. “You mad?”

“What? Mad? Of course not. Why would I be?” she scoffed, spinning on her heel and stepping into their bedroom.

Harry followed her a moment later. He pulled his shirt over his head and kicked the sweatpants off his legs before sliding into their cold bed. His hand was an inch away from turning the bedside lamp off when Kaylin’s voice broke the dead silence from beside him.

“Really? You have nothing to say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

She huffed out, shaking her head. “You know what?” She yanked the covers over her body and thrashed until she was laying on her side, back to her husband. “Nothing. Say nothing. You’re pretty good at that.”

***

A new baby in the horizon was something Harry had pondered time to time. It really didn’t start until y/n was dancing through his mind more than usual, and more than a friend should. But what had started out as surprising thoughts of how cute y/n looked when she was struggling over their chemistry homework quickly turned into how pretty she’d look in a fancy white dress, and before he could stop himself the idea of looking for a house or arguing over whose turn it was to cook breakfast were more pleasing than finding someone to bring back to his dorm on Friday nights.

But now that baby would never have to grow up to his parents bickering over bacon and eggs. And Harry tried to find comfort in that. Tried.

“I want to go with you. Your next appointment.”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Y/N pressed the close button and settled into the corner of the elevator, bringing her tired eyes up to Harry.

“It’s my baby too. And you’re...well you’re my…”

“You’re what?”

Harry brought his hand to rub at his neck, straining his jaw as he searched for his words. “My, I don’t know but you’re my something. You have to be something for me,” he whispered. “We’ve been together too long for you not to be.”

She looked down at her flats toeing at the floor, trying her hardest not to let a tear slip at the reminder that she wouldn’t be in heels for a while. And there’d be a lot of things she wouldn’t be doing for a while. “Things are different now, Harry.”

“I know, God I know things are different.” He relaxed his tense shoulders and sighed. “I just want to be there.”

“What about Kaylin?”

Harry shook his head, watching the number above the doors stop at thirty. “She has to be okay with it.”

The doors opened and Harry motioned for her to go, following behind her.

“She doesn’t have to be—”

“Yes she does. She can’t keep me away from my child.”

Y/n nodded. “Okay. It’s next week, next Tuesday at three.”

***

“So, what happens exactly?”

Y/n set her hand on Harry’s bouncing knee, offering a small smile. “What do you mean?”

“The appointment...what goes on in there?”

She giggled, patting his leg before retracting her hand. “Well, first they probe the baby.” Harry’s eyes shot open and she fought against her lips trying to smile. “Then they hook me up to this machine that uses electro-magnifying radiation waves to turn the baby, y’know so it doesn’t come out with its head lopsided.”

His jaw was shaking, and his skin had lost all its color, but he nodded along to her words.

“And then, and this is the worst part, they put these suction cup things all over my belly so they can hear the baby talk, and God, he has your dreadful accent.”

“You little shit.”

They busted out in laughter, getting shushed by a few of the other women in the waiting room.

“You just wait,” he spoke between laughs, “You’re in for it later. Had me scared out of my mind, thought I was gonna pass out.”

“Your face was priceless, I loved—”

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles.”

Y/n raised a brow and drew her lips into a tight line.

“What?” Harry shrugged. “A man can dream, can’t he?”

***

“Is that cold?”

Y/n nodded as the doctor spread the jelly over her bare stomach.

“Can you warm that up for her? She’s—”

“Harry, it’s fine, I’m fine. I’ve done this before.”

He nodded and set back in his chair by her side, eyeing her hand that was toying with the belt loop of her jeans. Without another thought he reached over and pulled her hand into his, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles and giving a gentle squeeze. She kept her eyes on the monitor that was now lit up and dug her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Here’s your baby. Strong heart, everything looks great.”

Harry couldn’t stop it, the unrelenting sob that overtook his body. His head fell to his hands, losing his grip on y/n while his cries racked his body.

The doctor set a box of tissues by his chair and patted him on the back. “I’ll give you two a moment. Seeing the baby for the first time is emotional for most parents.”

Once the door clicked shut y/n pulled her shirt down over her now clean belly, running her hand over the growing bump. “Hey,” she whispered, “y’know if you cry I’ll start. And I won’t stop, you know how I am.”

He nodded into his hands, releasing another strained cry into his grip. Her hand ran over his back, lightly scratching his shaking form.

After another minute or two he brought his head up, face a blood red with eyes to match. His cries slowed down and he took advantage of the tissues left by him. “M’sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I cried the first time too.”

“Th-that’s it,” he struggled to get out, straining his jaw to keep the sentence going. “Y-you’re by yourself, and that kills me. And this baby...I should be jumping for joy right now but all I can think about is how much I’m gonna miss.”

“You won’t—”

“Bull shit. I’ll miss everything. This is all so screwed up. And it’s all my fault—”

“Hey now, none of that.”

“S’true.” He cleared his throat and tossed the handful of tissues in his fist into the trash. “I left you. Left you all alone. And now that’s what I’m gonna be. But it’s what I deserve.”

His body slumped over and his head fell back into his hands as his shoulders began to shake once more.

“Harry, Harry look at me.”

His head shot up, and he rose to his feet to stand before her, grabbing both of her hands into his. “Let’s move in together, wherever you want—”

“What? Harry no, that’s crazy.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because we can’t. We shouldn’t. You’re married and I’m pregnant.”

“Listen, I haven’t told anyone this, but I’m going to file—”

“Don’t say it. Do not end your marriage because you’re feeling guilty.”

Her eyes bore into his own but his grip on her hands tightened.

“I’m miserable, y/n. She’s miserable. I’ll never be able to give her all of me.”

“Harry,” she drew out, “you need to think about this. You’re married to this women. You promised her that you’d be there.”

“And I promised you that and look what I did. Ran away the second I found out your pregnant. S’not like she’s not expecting it.”

“Harry, sweetheart…”

“Marrying her was a mistake. A huge, stupid mistake. I don’t love her, a-and what kind of marriage is that? She deserves to be with someone who does, and as much as I wish I could, I’ll never be that person for her.”

Y/n closed her mouth. She could see it in his eyes. He was right, and she doesn’t want to push two people together who don’t love each other just as much as she doesn’t want to encourage a life commitment to end.

“I don’t know how I feel about this,” she sighed.

“I’m gonna talk to her. I really think she’s in the same boat as me. We’ll figure it out.”

Y/n nodded and slipped her hands from his grip, stretching her arms out. He wiped a stray tear off his cheek and stepped into her embrace, nuzzling into her neck.

“We can talk about us, right? Once me and Kaylin get everything together?” Harry pulled back, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I guess we’ll have to. I’m sure you won’t leave me alone once you do.”

A smile pulled at his lips and he tucked her hair behind her ear. “You have no idea, darling.”

Her lashes beat against her eyes as they lined with tears and her mouth wobbled around silence before her voice finally gained strength. “I love you.”

He nodded and kissed the top of her head. “I love you too.”

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kokomatcha · 6 years ago

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Running With It

A writing exercise for myself. Get it?! Because running and exercise—sorry, haha.

Anyway, this will be an exercise in learning to not be too much of a perfectionist and try to write shorter doses because my problem is I overthink my writing and I also make it long and convoluted with added details. This, in itself, actually started branching out into more of a plot, but it’s mainly slice of life style and the way it started and the following interactions does make it easier for me to keep things broken down so I guess we’ll see how it goes. I think I’ll try to write it by night/encounter (I mean in the story, I definitely can’t update this every night. It’s really a miracle I’ve written and posted twice in the span of a few days!)

The funny thing is I was going to write something else because I was feeling not so Plus Ultra yesterday, but I actually fell asleep, lol so I woke up feeling better and got this idea instead!

All Might x Reader

You’ve noticed the same strange man jogging along your street at odd hours of the night and early mornings. He never fails to slow down and take a breather right in front of your apartment building and as time goes on you find yourself lingering on your balcony, intrigued by these indirect, nightly visits.

Running With It

Chapter 1: I’m Staying Up For...

As a night shift worker, sleep loves to elude your grasp like trying to hold water in your hands. No matter how hard you try it always manages to slip between your fingers and you find yourself sitting awake in the wee hours of the morning exhausted and miserable.

Too tired to do anything productive. Not tired enough to fall back asleep.

As such, you’d often find yourself running on small amounts of broken sleep, either going through cycles of staying awake for an entire day or even days before finally passing out for a good twelve to fourteen hours only to find yourself repeating the cycle all over again. It was taxing on your body, but it was an adjustment that you chose to live with.

Which is why your best friend was caffeine. A cruel mistress that offered temporary charges of energy to get you through your job, but lingered in your system to continue to exacerbate your insomnia. And then, of course, there were the caffeine withdrawals, but it was better that than having nicotine invading your blood stream and filling your lungs with plumes of smoke and tar. You had enough time huffing and puffing up the stairs from exhaustion resulting out of your sleep deprivation—you didn’t need to diminish your lung capacity in addition to that.

Although, you muse lightly as you cross your arms over your balcony’s railing, you’d look more intimidating with a cigarette between your fingers than with an energy drink in your hand.

You lean your head to the side, resting against one of your arms as you lightly swirl the contents of a small can of coffee held limply in your grasp that dangled over the railing and the street below.

It’s fine, after all. It’s two in the morning. No danger of dropping it on some poor, unsuspecting pedestrian. And even if you had, you’re only on the second story.

But then the universe was always a force you should know better than to tempt as the distinctive sounds of footsteps caught your ear. You turned your head in the slightest, squinting in the darkness. A few street lamps offered some light, but the reach was small and you could barely make out a figure approaching at a steady pace in the distance.

Their footsteps were almost like gunshots, their shoes slapping against the pavement and echoing against the cluster of apartment buildings and concrete walls. It wasn’t long until the mystery runner finally popped under the fluorescent light for you to get a quick look at their guise.

They were incredibly tall, even in the distance you could tell especially when comparing their height to the street lights they passed. A shocking head of bright blond hair and a brightly color jump suit decorated in colors of red, blue and white. It had distinctive American-styled influences, but with the familiar patterning, you could guess the runner was either an alumni or associate of the famous hero school. Definitely not a current student, you judged from what you could see of his face, which was very little thanks to the lack of light.

You also noted how incredibly skinny he was, his sunken cheeks made the angles of his face stand out starkly given the harsh lighting he’d pass under. His breathing was audible and you could hear the underlying wheeze straining his lungs and the glint of perspiration drenched across his brow and down his neck as two loose bangs flapped wildly across his face.

You watched him lazily, briefly wondering what on earth could possess a man to take a jog at this hour, but you stopped yourself since you’re sure if the question was turned around on you, it did seem odd for someone to be hanging about on their balcony in the dark staring out into the empty streets for the past half hour.

Surprisingly, the tall skeleton of a man slowed his pace and stopped right in front of your apartment. His breathing was harsh and he was doubled over, grasping his knees tightly as he struggled for breath. At this distance you could actually see the drops of sweat hitting the drying pavement. His form seemed to be trembling, whether it be from the exertion of his run or a chill from the cold exacerbated by his clothes dampened by his sweat, you weren’t sure, but you felt a twinge of sympathy.

For whatever reason, this man felt driven to push himself to his limit and it was almost painful to watch as he struggled to meet his own self-imposed standards. When he did manage to look up, staring down the path in front of him as if to gauge what more punishment his body could take, you noted how extremely pale he looked.

You hadn’t moved from your spot since you had first noticed him so he was unaware of the small audience of one that had been keenly observing him from your darkened perch. Your hand holding your can of coffee had even stilled, your attention raptly focused on the stranger before you. In your mind you briefly debated going inside to fetch him a bottle of water, but several things stopped you.

One, you didn’t know this man and you have never seen him before in this area, which didn’t mean much since you weren’t exactly keeping tabs of all your neighbors. He was also very tall and could easily scale the wall of your building into your apartment to murder you, if he so wished.

An extreme assumption, but not unheard of in these trying times.

Two, you’re pretty sure you didn’t have bottled water laying around and the only thing you had was cans of coffee and energy drinks you’ve collected from supermarkets, convenience stores and vending machines during sales or on your walks home. You’re not even sure if you had any other variety of beverages in your home at this point in time, if ever. But by the looks of it, he actually did look like he could use an energy drink.

Three, it might unnerve him to find someone had been watching him, making you seem like the possible threat and maybe even a bit creepy.

And lastly, while you were busy pondering if this man had the potential to murder you or if your underlying altruistic nature would win out on forcing you to action, he had already caught his breath and was straightening up.

You watched as he picked up his jog, traveling the last few yards up to the corner at of your street, pausing at the crosswalk only to choose to round the corner and disappear from sight. For a few moments you stared at where the man had last been, as if waiting to see if he’d come back the way he came, but minutes passed and you came to the conclusion he probably had used the opportunity to turn around and run back the way he came on the other side of street, probably for a change in scenery.

Ah, you thought as you finally pulled yourself from your slouched position to straighten up, I guess he made the decision for me.

Your joints popped and cracked in protest, but you sighed as the tension left your body. Remembering your drink, you swiftly downed it in a few swallows before returning back inside, making sure to carefully lock your sliding door to your balcony behind you before ambling to your kitchen to rinse out the can and set it aside to dry for later recycling.

You were unhealthy, but at least you recycled your bad habits.

Actually, that didn’t make it sound any better, did it?

You glanced at the clock on your microwave, the digital numbers glowing brightly in the darkness.

3:11AM.

Sighing you made your way to the bathroom to rinse your mouth and brush your teeth, resigning yourself to making another attempt at sleep, but you could feel it was already a lost battle with the peculiar incident of the strange man jogging down your street still running through your mind, already wondering if he would be okay or if he made it home by now, why was he running around at this time—

You closed your eyes, starting to shake your head as if to rid your self of those thoughts, but stopping as minty foam dribbled down from the corner of your mouth. You rinsed your toothbrush, spitting the used paste out into the sink as you wiped your chin with the back of your hand.

It was just as well, you thought as you filled a small cup with water to rinse your mouth, swishing it around a few times before spitting down into the sink.

You probably wouldn’t see that man again.

Spoiler: You do.

If you enjoyed this, let me know! I’ll probably still post a few chapters regardless since it’s an exercise for myself, but I’d love to hear from anyone who enjoyed this or any constructive criticism to help me become a better writer! My anons are turned off tho, sorry, I’m kind of shy and fragile so I keep them off just in case.

I know not much interaction happened this time, but next time for sure, promise! I might post on AO3 but it depends on how complicated it is since I’ve never used it before, but I know tumblr (which can also be frustrating) so most things will be here first.

#All Might x Reader #Yagi Toshinori x Reader #BnHA #All Might #Yagi Toshinori #kokofic #Running With It

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weirdponytail · 6 years ago

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Ket’s Bag of Tricks (The University Backpack Survival Kit)

Ket’s University Backpack Survival Kit

I’ve found that I can break the ice way more easily if I have something someone else needs. Also, when you arrive 2-3 hours before your classes actually start, having extra stuff and repair supplies is always really handy.

Here’s the list of my usual kit stored all over/in my backpack, corresponding to the picture! :D

1. First Aid Kit in a Glasses Case (assorted non-latex fabric bandaids, alcohol pads, antibiotic ointment, 3 packets of Cold & Cough medicine pills, bottle of OTC painkillers and Migraine Relief pills)

2. Excoriation/Skin Picking prevention kit (ultra thin glove liners for wearing in class, nail cutters, nail files)

3. Spare hairbands and headband

4. Compact mirror (In case of King Basilisk, carry compact mirror. Thanks for the advice, Sophie Casterwill!)

5. Sewing kit with canvas style thread (for those pesky holes in your 14+ year old backpack)

6. Tape! (both electrical and scotch. Because why not.)

7. 18-in-1 screwdriver (this has seen a lot of use, and made me better acquaintances with my broken-glasses wearing classmates)

8. Knife (Because knife. If you think it’s a little big, you should have seen the one I used to have in my bag…)

9. Flashlight

10. Spearmint gum (for making friends)

11. Spare headphones and USB charging block (IF YOU DON’T HAVE HEADPHONES, DON’T PLAY YOUR MUSIC OR VIDEOS IN THE PUBLIC SPACES AT SCHOOLS AND UNIS. IF YOU DO, YOU LOOK LIKE, AND PRETTY MUCH ARE, A HUGE DICK.)

12. Small notebook (Sketches, reminders, headcanons and memorable snarky comments.)

13. Quarters (The card readers on the vending machines can be temperamental.)

14. Portable Radio (Alright, I’m a sucker for the hourly news broadcasts on NPR. This is my main radio, but I’m going to get an extra/spare to keep in my bag since I usually forget this one at home.)

#Adventures of Ket #it may be weird but it's saved my butt #useful stuff is useful #Ket's radio obsession #dont be a dick #wear headphones #if you dont have any sorry but i am trying to study out there #i dont make you listen to my music so dont make me listen to yours #have fun at school folks!

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technavio · 5 years ago

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Top 5 Trends to Follow to take Your Vending Machine Business to The Next Level

According to a new research report by the market research and strategy consulting firm that the intelligent vending machine market size will grow by USD 11.48 billion during 2018-2022. This report offers an analysis of the market by product (beverage, food, and tobacco) and installation sites (retail sites, public transport hubs, and others). The Internet and digitization are quickening the pace of development and changing various ventures, one of which is the astute intelligent vending machine market.

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All things considered, the Vending machine Market has experienced critical change in the course of recent years, utilizing smart and sophisticated technologies to deploy innovation as diverse as touch-enabled HD screens and remote gadget the management software technology to go a long ways instead simply dispensing food and beverage.

The following are insights about this market from our industry specialists.

1. Cashless installments

Although it might appear to be an idea of the distant future, plastic cards, check books, and even cash may totally vanish in under 10 years, with the rise of a scope of cashless payment options. Without a doubt, cashless and mobile payment technologies are becoming more and more Common. Today, various vending machines are outfitted with a standard alternative of cashless payment.

2. Smartphone interaction with Artificial Intelligence

There are many smart vending machines provide the option of cashless payment, few vendors are taking it next level. Some smart vending machines would now be able to associate with cell phones in real time. A client approaches a brilliant vending machine, the AI-controlled portable application figures out which machine it is and continues to draw up a real-time inventory, introducing the choices to clients on their cell phone.

3. Energy-Saving Vending

Ongoing innovations in gadget the executives applications have empowered merchants to recognize, analyze and fix machines remotely. Coca-Cola uncovered a ultra-saving vending machine in Japan that utilizations airtight doors and vacuum-protected materials to guarantee that drinks remain cold in the daytime without the requirement for refrigeration, which consume more energy, reducing energy bills and sparing the planet. Such platforms offer unlimited open doors for the vending business to expand gainfulness and profitability.

4. Facial Recognition

Facial recognition technology was first presented in vending machines in 2014, while numerous organizations have been dealing with it for quite a long while. The Luce X2 vending machine incorporates a movement sensor that knows when clients are drawing closer and a camera that can recognize the customer. The machine at that point offers a customized menu dependent on the buy history of the client and keeps them from obtaining limited items

Numerous intelligent vending machine producers have grasped this technology and have just propelled vending machines launched vending machines with facial recognition technology in the commercial market.

5. Self Inventory

Sensors that are incorporated into intelligent vending machines gather an immense amount of data, including the vending machine inventory. These groundbreaking machines utilize the Intelligence to monitor their very own stock. Basically, these machines are fit for making smart inventory decisions for their own. For example, they will know to stop requesting Ice creams if the temperature drops, in this way protecting the item stock and diminishing waste and extra expenses.

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richjapan · 9 years ago

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#RichJapan - 2.0 - Tokyo

Fun-employed (when you’re having fun while unemployed because of a culmination of freedom + savings) since January 11, 2019. In late March 2019, accepted an offer to start another new venture on April 15, 2019. With two weeks to spare, I booked a trip to Japan. I knew my next venture would be the most challenging of my career so I chose Japan as a place to prepare my mind and body for the journey to come. Coincidently, it was also Cherry Blossom season (which only lasts about a week) in Japan.

Another reason why I chose Japan is because of how many great, deep thoughts I had last time I was there. This time I was hoping to go deeper down the rabbit hole of my own subconsciousness to find and define my purpose in life. During this trip to Japan, I read books and articles on this subject.

The last time I was in Japan I wrote a summary of each day in-the-moment. This trip, I did not have the time or energy to sit down every day to write, but I did compile notes each day of memorable experiences. Now that I’m back in San Francisco, I’ve decided to write a few entries to share with the world segmented by each city I visited.

Major update since this blog was written. I turned the Google Sheet which listed things to do in Japan into an app:

https://richjapan.glideapp.io

Observations:

- It’s hard to fathom how international travel was possible before smartphones. It’s mind blogging how everything is easier and faster with an iPhone in my hand.

- No one in Japan jaywalks. There could not be a car for miles in either direction, but people will NOT cross the street until there’s a green light for pedestrians.

- Japan’s snacks, sweets & beverages are on another level. The variety and quality of each treat is out of this world. I gained at least 10 pounds in less than two weeks. Is this the equivalent of Japanese Freshman 15?

- Japanese vending machines are like the 9th Wonder of the World. They are EVERYWHERE! I played a game of Pokemon Go while I was in Japan (”Gotta catch them all!)”. I was determined to try EVERY variety of beverage displayed in each vending machines I ran across. I would sometimes buy something new only to take a few sips and then throw it away. I could write a whole separate blog about my critique and ranking order of each beverage I tried.

- When I learned Japanese in college I learned the word “no” which is “iie”, but no one in Japan actually says “no” because it is seen as impolite. They use different variations of no.

- A couple of months ago I was in Brazil for Carnaval, but while in Japan I found it easier to read and pronounce Japanese than it was to do the same in Brazilian Portuguese. Maybe this is because words in Japanese are pronounced phonetically or because their words are pronounced syllable by syllable.

- I love listening to Japanese speak their language. They speak with such enthusiasm and, to me, it sounds very melodic. When I hear some Japanese speak it almost sounds like notes going up and down on a piano.

- Not sure if this was just for Cherry Blossom season, but Japanese put cherry blossoms (sakura) in everything and it tastes amazing. I had cherry blossoms in alcoholic beverages, tea, mochi, dumplings, donuts, etc and it was all sooo good!

- Uber has a presence in Tokyo, but it’s about 1.5x more expensive than cabs and even cabs are expensive. For instance, taking a cab 5 miles will cost you about $20. Without Uber, I forgot how much energy is expended when you have to walk from place to place or take trains. One day I walked 11 miles and on average I walked 7 miles a day in Japan.

- Japanese really take pride in their work regardless of the role. When I encountered train ticket agents, restaurant workers, retail associates, or any other service worker I was impressed by their enthusiasm to serve me.

- Japanese are very sexually repressed. For example: I’ve yet to see any public displays of affections and married couples sleep in separate beds. There are times and places where the Japanese express themselves sexually but it’s very underground and not spoken about publically.

- There’s always the most random American pop music playing in the background of bars, restaurants, and shops. Usually songs at least 15 years old.

- I found myself cringing every time I heard an American accent and doing everything I could NOT to mingle with Americans (or any Westerners). Americans abroad have the worst reputation (and for good reason). I found them to be loud talking, inconsiderate, culturally ignorant, and arrogant.

Memorable moments:

- I forgot how much I missed Japanese bathrooms. Japanese bathrooms are a microcosm of Japanese mindfulness. They’ve thought of everything and incorporated it into their bathrooms.

Don’t want people to hear you pooping? They’ve thought of that.

Brought your baby in the toilet with you? They’ve thought of that.

Need someplace to put your umbrella? They’ve thought of that.

Need a deeper clean than just toilet paper? They’ve thought of that.

Don’t like the cold shock of a toilet seat? They’ve thought of that.

Need to quickly wash your hands after you’ve flushed? They’ve thought of that.

- Ate at a Chinese restaurant in Tokyo and tried new foods including: 1,000-year egg, pig ear, jelly fish, and. . .fried scorpion.

- Walked an area called “Grandma Street” on a Saturday morning. They close down a strip of streets every Saturday to spur community engagement. On this street are a bunch of shops and activities accommodating the elderly. Witnessed grandpa’s dressed in fancy clothes hitting on grandmas and took notes ;). This street is also where I discovered and fell in love with sweet potato pastries.

- Drinking with Japanese businessmen is like an episode of Mad Men. Conservative suits and ties, dim-lit bars, lots of cigarettes, binge drinking, and conversations too offensive for ultra-liberal San Francisco.

- Ate at a small, family-owned sushi place in Koenji neighborhood called Kiku Sushi. I was the only person sitting at the sushi bar. This position gave me the sushi chef’s and his mother’s full attention. They asked me questions about where I was from and what I planned to do in Japan. I spoke to them in my broken Japanese. They were so genuinely AMUSED by my stories. Everything I said was greeted by positive verbal and non-verbal communication. They were feverishly nodding their heads up and down, smiling, and giggling at everything I said. I was so amused by their amusement. Their warm, genuine intrigue, and hospitality really encapsulates Japanese culture for me and it was one of my most memorable experiences of this particular trip.

Learnings:

- You can buy a JR Rail pass when you land in Tokyo and available at the airport or select stations like Shinjuku. Also, I didn’t realize this when I was first in Japan in 2017, but JR Rail pass is not only good for traveling from city to city but also good for certain rail lines within Tokyo.

- According to a few locals I spoke with, Japan is NOT a Socialist country. I categorize a Socialist country by high taxes, free healthcare, free college, free child care, government-owned major industries. These locals said Japan does not have any of those things. Think of Japan as Collective Capitalism.

Places Visited:

- Kōenji（高円寺）- The thrift shop capital of Tokyo. Picked up a couple one-of-a-kind shirts. Thanks, Brian for the recommendation!

- TeamLab Borderless - An art exhibit made for the post-Instagram world. It was alittle bit like you were in the middle of the movie Fantasia. An internet meme that definitely lived up to the hype. We were there for two hours before they closed, but would recommend going earlier and staying longer. Thanks Ian for the recommendation!

- Kagaya - Wow. What an experience! Think Improv meets Sesame Street meets South Park meets Japanese cuisine. If you like irreverent, random experiences make a reservation. As my friend, Dan who recommended says, “Don’t Google it! Just book a reservation and show up with an open mind.”

- Jazz Blues Soul Bar - Cool place with walls lined with old records and an eclectic mix of soul jams playing in the background, but too many Western tourists so I wouldn’t go back.

- Jiroumaro - Small restaurant where you stand-up and eat a super-tasty array of pieces of wagyu. Highly recommended!

- Odaiba Oedo Onsen - The DisneyWorld of Spas. Bars, restaurants, and spas. It’s an experience the whole family would enjoy.

- YAKITORI燃 - Best yakitori. Get the wagyu and ask for sake pairing recommendation from the manager (he's kind of a celebrity chef in Japan).

#Japan #Mindfulness #Tokyo #sakura #cherry blossoms #teamlab borderless

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gopunksphilly-blog · 8 years ago

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Into the abyss....

Dusty rolls his banged up, Ford Grenada across the lot, parking it next to Otis. People are still milling about, irritated, cursing… max pissed off to say the least. The ‘Misfits’ all wear a hang-dog, dejected look. “Oi, what the fuck are we going to do, guys? Halloween is in the crapper now.”

“Yo, you got that right, Dusty. This fuckin’ sucks,” Skate replies dejectedly as he and Tim kick beer bottles to and fro.

I flick the spent Red into the gravel and try to hold the ‘Misfits’ from totally giving up. “Just chill for a minute, Skate, there’s gotta’ be something going on to salvage this night.”

“There is something,” replies a meek voice from behind our cars. Florian McDonnell, a thin, scrappy runt of a punk from Trenton typically appears out of nowhere at almost any City Gardens production we attend; tonight is no exception. “Gather around guys, I think you might like this idea.” We encircle him as he pulls out a band flier and immediately let out war whoops and tribal screams that shake the heavens above.

“Are you for real, Flor? This is just sick….pure fuckin’ crust man,” Dust blurts out.

The flier reads like a Who’s–Who of hardcore acts. ….

Mammoth

Nevermore

Ultra Violence

Psychos

Reagan Youth

Murphy’s Law

Cause for Alarm

And headlining……The Cro Mags

AT CBGB’S!!!!!

The Zippo’s orange/yellow flame lands under another Red before huddling up the boys for a brainstorming session. “Listen, this would be a fuckin’ brill’ night for sure, but we have to make sure the girls know what kind of crowd this is gonna’ be. Sammi has never been to a show before, so it will be like tossing Christians to the lions for her.”

“Fair enough, bro’, we’ll talk to them right now.”

“We have to do it soon, Dusty cuz’Jersey Transit will be leaving in an hour. We don’t catch it, we miss the last acts,” Florian adds.

We get the girls together to tell them about how hardcore the night may be, but they all give an approving, thumbs-up to our plan and even Sammi seems psyched about the change of events. Gem grins and hugs our newbie Princess. “Don’t worry Samms, you will have a ton of bodyguards tonight. We’ll be like a fortress around you. Hell, Oren is a fortress on his own.” Gem yanks on his massive forearm and her eyes grow wide when he hoists her off the ground like a rag doll. “That’s right, love, old Oren here will take care of em’!” The big man grins, snagging Sammi off the ground for good measure. We get a good laugh at Gem and Sammi’s expense and start shoving each other around in anticipation of the night possibly being salvaged. Florian tries not to be too much of a killjoy as he points to his wristwatch. He’s fuckin’ right, we have to haul ass.

“All right, so we’re all good on this? Flor, jump in with us. Dust, follow me over to the train station. We gotta’ get booking, brother.”

“Yo, Rob, I’ll be right behind you! Just keep that motherfuckin’ Otis moving!!”

With Otis primed…miraculously, he starts up in a flash, everybody’s in the car and very amped about the nights’ prospects. Darting through the dark, mean streets of Trenton with Dusty giving hot pursuit, there are a few times I chance it, blowing through consecutive red lights to make up some time.

Dusty wails on the Grenada’s horn, flashing his high beams in approval. The ride plays out like a chase scene from a bad 70’s detective show, and the ‘Misfits’ are laughing their asses off at how ridiculous these two smoking, bucking shitboxes must look flying through the potholed, scarred city streets. With a hard turn, our tires are squealing relentlessly until both cars come to a smoking, screeching stop in the station parking lot. The amused attendant gives us the overnight rate and I pay for both rides just to save time.

Tumbling out of the cars like a Chinese fire drill gone bad, sprinting across the street with reckless abandon, everybody lets out their best war whoop, while Gem runs alongside of me, laughing hysterically as we invade the train station. What a beautifully ridiculous sight we must be to the commuters groggily going about their mundane travels tonight.

Our group of Bohemians is in total disarray, making sure funds are available to get into Manhattan and for the return trip home. Dusty, Steph and Otto say they’ll pay for Tim and Skate, our true street punk cat burglars, who very rarely have two nickels top rub together at any given time. Their drug of choice right now was speed or crystal meth, and they were notorious for smoking it to get a full ‘rush.’ The hard charging days into night of no sleep or eating has them looking older than their true age of sixteen, making it a lot easier to pass them off as college kids at clubs.

Eventually, we get into line. I’ve had several very good months of cleaning offices along with making some very righteous coin busing and waiting tables at a local pub by college, so money is not a big issue for once; a rarity in a punk kid’s life. I take care of Gem’s ticket, and have already let Otto, Yuka and Sammi know that I’ve got their door charge at CBGB’s.

There are a growing number of people staring at us and the late night, Wall Street expatriates give us their fair share of contempt. Much as we’d like to give them a hearty “fuck off,” we keep our tongues in check, since there is an overwhelming Brody presence out tonight.

Sadly, the homeless population overtakes the station tonight as well and there have been a few instances of assaults on them lately which anger me to no end. Like Gem has said before, “no one chooses to be homeless.” Sleeping bags and clothing are strewn about and their hollow eyed, unwashed faces stare out from behind ratty looking blankets. This epidemic of despair is tragically replayed throughout major American city and industrial town unfortunate enough to be raped by the global economy and the awful scourge of Reaganomics.

A girl, possibly a few years younger than Gem, catches her attention. She sits alone in a tattered, light green jacket, with what look like her few worldly possessions scattered about. An empty canvas bag and a blanket are at her side and her eyes are swollen and red from what must have been endless bouts of sobbing, drugs or heaven knows what. Gem puts a tight grip on my hand, sighs and rests her head on me.

“That was me, four years ago; in despair, shivering in the cold, all spun out from a daily diet of booze and speed.” The pain in Gem’s eyes is hard to bear and she can’t stop staring at the bedraggled girl who looks blankly back at her. Lena and Steph notice the girl too, as both of them now hold Gem’s hand tightly, giving her a sad nod of acknowledgment….these sisters of the street, so sympathetic to the despair and vulnerability of this young girl.

“Babe, give me a minute. It’s not much, but there’s something I have to do.”

“Steph and I’ll come with you, Gem,” Lena adds in an angelic, soulful tone. The girls depart to the vending machine to each get a cup of coffee. Gem took a small day pack with her when we left the apartment, and she now produces a few creamers, packets of sugar and what looks like a plastic stirrer.

Walking slowly to where the girl is sitting, kneeling down next to her, she initially recoils in their presence, but Gem smiles, leaning in tenderly to reassure her that they mean no harm before handing the girl the coffee, creamers and sugar, and for the first time, this young, threadbare soul smiles lightly at their gesture.

I can’t avert my eyes from Gem because she is a true angel of mercy, holding this girls’ hand and talking to her so peacefully. Lena sweetly helps her drink the coffee while giving her a reassuring smile and Steph pulls a small brush from her jacket, finding a water fountain near where this young child of the hardscrabble streets sits. She runs the brush under the water, quickly returning to kneel on the ground and carefully stroke the brush through the girls’ straggly hair.

Yuka and Sammi, the ever caring den mothers, gather the girls’ possessions together, put them in the canvas bag, and take the pilled, worn blanket gently placing it across her legs. Yuka softly rubs her back and smiles. “There you go, baby. You have to stay warm tonight.” The rest of us surround her and Gem introduces us to Claire, who says she’s been on the streets for the past three months.

Claire smiles sheepishly and keeps thanking us for the warm drinks. Otto, Dusty and Oren spot another vending machine, scrounge up some loose change for a few sodas and put them in Claire’s bag. Oren pats her shoulder lightly. “Make sure you drink them, little girl. They’re not for anyone else,” he says in a fatherly tone. She shyly asks us if we have any smokes to spare, so I give her a few Reds, and Tim hands her a pack of matches. We try to keep her company for as long as we can, until we hear our train being announced to arrive on Track 4.

Steph gives Claire a light kiss and tells her to keep the brush, which she now cradles like a prized possession. The rest of the ‘Misfits’ wish Claire well before making their way downstairs to the platform, leaving Gem and I alone with our young waif. Gem strokes Claire’s cheek, softly telling her to get some help and find a way to escape the dangers of the street before Claire clutches onto Gem’s arm as if begging her not to go.

Gem leans down again to give Claire a long, thoughtful hug. “I know where you’ve been, little sister. Get some rest and please get some help because you owe yourself that much, Claire.” I kneel down next to Gem, discreetly putting a ten spot in Claire’s tiny, porcelain doll-like hands. “Keep this hidden, little one. It’s not much, but if you use it well, you can feed yourself for a few days. Take Gemma’s advice, Claire, please get off the streets. You have your whole life ahead of you.”

Claire hugs both of us tightly and kisses Gem on the cheek. “Thank you so much, for just caring, Gemma. You are my angel… I won’t forget you.” Tears stream down Claire’s cheeks but Gem holds her closely, wiping her tears away. “Don’t ever let anyone out here see you cry, little girl. Do it in private. Be strong…get help. We’ll be back in town sometime tomorrow. I promise, I’ll look for you, little Claire.”

Their hands slowly separate as we say goodbye to Claire who’s already starting to drink her second coffee after we depart. Gem and I sprint quickly towards the entrance, turning long

enough to observe Claire smoking a Red, smiling and waving to us. Gem blows her a kiss before we run downstairs, jumping onto the platform, where our tribe eagerly awaits us. The conductor lets us board but not before giving us some good natured ribbing about our looks.

The passenger car is half empty, so we’re all able to sit together. The ‘Misfits’ start talking about Claire and how they hope she’ll be alright. Gem sits quietly, holding and caressing my arm as we pull away from the station. Her eyes keep focus on the outside world until she loosens her grip, pressing both hands against the window. Lena has the same reaction, and soon all of us are against the glass, glancing up to the passenger waiting area, where little Claire stands with her tiny hands pressed firmly against the large window. I just about make out the warm smile on her face before we all wave goodbye to our newfound little sister. The train picks up speed and Claire’s outline grows smaller by the second. Gem, the hardened, shivering girl from the street, wipes a tear away and forces a smile. She takes a breath, letting the words swathe through the passenger car as only her strong, soulful voice can do.

“Look me in the eye

Then, tell me that I’m satisfied

Was you satisfied?

Look me in the eye

Then, tell me that I’m satisfied

Hey, are you satisfied?

And it goes so slowly on

Everything I’ve ever wanted

Tell me what’s wrong”

I lend my voice to the refrain and the strength of our sound has caught the attention of everyone in the car, whether they want it to or not.

“Look me in the eye

And tell me that I’m satisfied

Were you satisfied?

Look me in the eye

Then, tell me I’m satisfied

And now are you satisfied?

Everything goes

Well, anything goes all of the time

Everything you dream of

Is right in front of you

And everything is a lie”

Any of the Misfits who know the rest, now add their emotional refrain…

“Look me in the eye

And tell me that I’m satisfied

Look me in the eye

Unsatisfied

I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied

I’m so dissatisfied

I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied

I’m so unsatisfied

Well, I’m a-

I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied

I’m so dissatis, dissatis….

I’m so…”

The singing ends with nods from the tribe because we understand what this song means to all of us, the words, the emotion, it fits us completely. The aching, strain of Westerberg’s lyrics….it is our lives, our hopes, our fears. It’s the painful reality of our abuses and abusers; it’s the not so distant past of street life for some of us. It IS the painful realization of Claire and those who face it now.

The green eyes glisten and she latches onto me, as if readying for a fight against all the evils wanting to hurt us. Her warm breath reaches my ear and the words which follow make my heart melt. “No matter what you do, whatever you decide…I am yours, Robbs. I will fight for you until my last breath departs to be one with the spirits. I will love you forever.”

The train glides hastily over its steel skeleton, on past the cold, brick facades of factories with their ominously billowing smokestacks, past the rolling hills, the dark, menacing forests, past the harsh realities of the hollowed out, burnt and boarded up squalor of urban tenements, only to be followed by the bedazzling glitter emanating from the towers of wealth and power.

New York, its lure of dreams come true and hopes dashed into the abyss lies dead ahead.

Excerpt from the draft of Rich Cucarese’s (that’s me!!) upcoming, fictional novel, ‘PUNKS’, Chapter 11, ‘Into the Abyss’.....

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The Inugami - Chapter 10

Summary: When Kagome Higurashi moved to the bad side of Chicago to help with her grandfather’s restaurant, she expected chaos. Being thrown into a fake gang, caught in the middle of a drug war and grudge that stretches centuries back in time, befriending a grumpy half demon along with a ragtag bunch of three other misfits… wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. High school AU. Inukag.

Rating: T (some language)

Pairings: Inukag, Mirsan

Chapters: Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Shorts: 1. Sesshomaru | 2. Miroku

**Also on ff.net here.

“We need to end this,” Sango said firmly at the booth they had stuffed into the day after the Lake Michigan Epic Bike Dunk. It was another night at the restaurant after it was closed, where the Inugami sat around with their dinner and traded homework answers. Therefore, when Kagome heard Sango say end ‘this’, she wasn’t sure if it referred to a greater evil in the world than her functions worksheet.

“Agreed,” Shippo groaned, dropping his pencil atop his lab report. “You can only smell a dead shark so many times with a fox nose before your brain starts to liquify.”

“I meant,” she sighed, “this fight. With Naraku.”

Miroku’s mouth twitched. “I do believe the point of starting the fight was to end it, dear Sango.”

“We need to end it!” said Inuyasha, snorting. He leaned back, balancing a spoon on his nose. “What a fucking fantastic idea. Why haven’t I thought of that?”

“You two,” Sango pointed at them with narrowed, danger eyes, “need to stuff it before I stuff you. My point is, it’s getting ultra dangerous now. We’d just been reducing Shikon levels and doing some recon for the last months, but look, I have a life!” Sango slumped down into the end spot, absently molding to Miroku’s side when his arm went around her. “We’re going to college after this summer. I need a better job. We all do. The thing we don’t need is Naraku around, almost killing us in stupid motorcycle chases. We need to speed up this operation, have a plan.”

Kagome put down her pencil and stirred her soup with a frown. She’d been having similar thoughts, but the fight against Naraku had been slow going with no solution in sight. The Inugami had spooked Naraku once, making him much harder to find. Now, he was finding them, and rather violently, at that.

Her eyes, as usual, swept to Inuyasha, who was glaring at his bowl like it had given him a personal offense. He stirred it, then rolled his shoulders. Then, he winced, swallowed, and blinked several times. Now that she looked closer… he looked very pale. Almost a greenish tinge.

Kagome leaned to whisper to him, “Inuyasha? Are you okay? You look pale.”

It was only for an instant, but he froze. “Fine,” he gritted out. “You’re imaginin’ things.” With that, he turned back to the conversation. “I’d love to hear how to find Naraku’s lab and distribution,” Inuyasha said snidely. “I know! Let’s just go ask them nicely!”

There were snickers around the table followed by Sango’s huff, but it was Shippo who spoke, “Ask them… Hey, I have an idea.”

Kagome perked up; as a fox demon, she knew he was more cunning than the average freshman. “What’s that, Shippo?”

The others listened attentively as Shippo’s bright eyes glowed. “Look, Inuyasha was right. The one thing we haven’t tried is asking nice…” His nose twitched. And again. And he frowned. “Inuyasha? Are you… okay?”

Her eyes darted to Inuyasha, who was clenching his jaw. “‘Course I am. Keep talking.”

“No, you’re not,” Shippo said, wrinkling up his nose. “You smell like a dying dog.”

“Well, you smell like a rat’s a-”

He was interrupted by Kagome’s hum of discontent. “Inuyasha I told you, you don’t look so good.” Her eyes narrowed. “You did sleep more last night, right?”

“Yeah, and I’m fine,” Inuyasha grumbled, shoving away her concern. “Shippo? Plan?”

“Did you throw up today? It smells like you did,” Shippo said instead.

“Food disagreed with me. Drop it.”

Miroku leaned forward. “That’s not normal for a half demon, Inuyasha. And you aren’t eating now, either.”

“Not hungry,” Inuyasha protested, but the growls of his stomach betrayed him.

“Are you nauseous?” Kagome asked with a frown. She lifted her hand to his forehead, and then quickly drew it back with horror. “You’re burning up! And the cold sweat--we need to get you a cold cloth and some medicine!”

Sango stood, followed by Shippo and Miroku out of the booth. “I’ll get the cloth!” Sango said hurriedly.

“I’ll get your mom, Kagome!” offered Shippo, eyes wide.

“Inuyasha, you should lay down,” Miroku said severely.

But Inuyasha rose quickly to his feet. “For fuck’s sake, guys, calm down! I’m fine-”

And then he stumbled trying to get out of the booth, crumpling into Miroku’s startled grasp. But he just pushed himself clumsily away and up again. “‘M fine. Just a cold or somethin’.”

“This is not a cold!” Kagome scolded, coming up behind him with a hand on his arm. “You should have told us you were sick! Miroku is right; you need to lay down and rest-”

“Kagome, I’m-!”

“Shut up!”

“I…” He seemed to struggle for words, and he was closing and opening his eyes rapidly. His chest moved up and down in a disjointed rhythm, and then he was falling again. Kagome squeaked, grabbing him along with Miroku quickly to lower him to the ground. This time, Inuyasha was out cold, and-

“Oh my gosh,” choked Kagome, words spilling out. Inuyasha was jerking uncontrollably, sending fear spiking through her heart. “He’s seizing. Miroku…”

“We have to turn him on his side,” Miroku said firmly. His dark eyes met hers, where she was frozen and gaping. “KAGOME!” Miroku shouted gritting his teeth. “Snap out of it and help me!”

“R-right,” she breathed, pushing Inuyasha onto his side and aligning his arms and legs into the correct position. He’d stopped seizing, and Miroku put two fingers on Inuyasha’s pulse.

“It’s uneven,” he muttered. “Hospital. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with him.”

“Me neither,” Kagome said, trying not to let panic take over again. “I-I’ll get his legs…”

There was a groan, and Inuyasha’s eyes fluttered. Kagome scrambled up to his head, where she frantically brushed some stray hair from his face. “Inuyasha? Can you hear me?”

“‘C-course I can,” he murmured, words slurred. “Wh-what j-just…?”

“You had a seizure. We’re taking you to the hospital and you aren’t going to protest,” Miroku told him calmly. “How do you feel now?”

Inuyasha finally gave in and moaned, “Like I... was… run over by... train.”

Once they re-entered the scene, the others gasped and scurried over, including her concern-ridden mother. Inuyasha did protest at being carried on Miroku’s back, but couldn't seem to walk for himself right after the seizure. In the back of Miroku’s SUV, they laid him so that his fevered head rested on Kagome’s lap.

The hospital got him a bed right away, the doctors exclaiming at his insanely high fever and wondering how he was still alive. Kagome and the others watched as Inuyasha was hooked up to IVs, blood samples taken, ice packs put on his head and around his face. Kagome put her shaking hands on the glass outside the room, cursing herself for not noticing earlier, praying to God that this was no more than a terrible virus.

She felt warmth, and realized that Shippo had wrapped his arms around her from behind. He was hugging her. In comfort for her or himself, Kagome didn’t know, and didn’t care. Kagome hadn’t realized how tall he’d gotten… he must be an inch over her height now. She could nestle her face into his mint-scented, flannel shirt. She wondered if fox demons grew faster than dog types.

“He’ll be okay,” said Shippo firmly. “He’s the toughest guy in the world.”

The faith Shippo had in him managed to bring a small smile to her face as she nodded. But the smile didn’t last; Sango was pacing loudly, Miroku leaning against the wall and tapping his foot while staring unblinkingly ahead. Her mother had gone to get them some water from the vending machine, but Kagome figured she’d really just needed something to do with herself.

“Sesshomaru,” blurted Kagome suddenly, shaking her head. “Oh, I should’ve called him first thing-!”

“Already did,” Miroku said tonelessly. “He’s on his way.”

“He’s here,” a cool voice surfaced, accompanied by resounding footsteps. Sesshomaru had strode toward them, silver hair tied back and commander’s uniform slightly wrinkled. Kagome had thought his face always was serious, but before was nothing compared to the stony expression he wore now. “What is his condition?”

“We don’t know,” Kagome said, biting her lip. “They won’t let us in yet.”

As if on cue, a doctor finally emerged from the room and closed the door behind him quietly. Wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead and chestnut hair, he regarded the group tiredly. “Family?”

“Me,” Sesshomaru said shortly.

“Right, you can come in-”

“His friends brought him here,” said the demon, eyes flashing. “Them and myself are all he has. I request that they be allowed to enter so that I don’t have to annoyingly repeat all of the information to them.”

The doctor’s eyes nervously trailed from his badge to the demon markings on his face. Choosing life over job, he swallowed. “O-of course. You can all come in.”

Kagome’s mother returned as they entered the room, busying herself with making sure everyone had something to drink. Inuyasha appeared to be unconscious, but his eyes fluttered and he was still grimacing. Color had not yet returned to his cheeks.

Examining his clipboard, the doctor cleared his throat. “We’ve seen these symptoms before, and a blood sample confirmed it. Mr. Tashio here is showing signs of heavy Shikon Jewel withdrawal.”

The room erupted.

“That’s bullshit!” Shippo said first.

“How the hell?!” said Sango, aghast.

Miroku was shaking his head quickly. “There has got to be a mistake.”

“Impossible,” Sesshomaru agreed shortly, eyes narrowing dangerously.

It was Kagome that spoke up to the distressed doctor. “Sir, that can’t be true. Inuyasha here--he’s dedicated his life to taking down the Spiders and their Shikon. He hates it; Naraku killed his parents! I’ve watched him destroy any bit of Shikon he can find. There’s no way on earth he’d ever take some!”

“Perhaps he didn’t,” sighed the doctor. “Many patients with this problem had the drug forced upon them. It is easy to slip in when one is distracted. A drink, food, even a whiff of what would seem to be perfume-”

“Inuyasha is not that kind of fool,” Sesshomaru snapped. “He knows better than to accept food or drink from anyone but a trusted source.”

“I’m sure that’s true, Mr. Tashio,” the doctor tried to mediate. “But sometimes victims just don’t realize it. The batch he seems to have ingested or breathed in somehow is an extended release, which would give moderate boosts of energy for a long period of time before a very severe and quick crash. Harder to notice a change. It reflects the ingredients that the makers seem to give to demons, but luckily, he has not been given a full dose. He must’ve stopped part way through eating, drinking, or inhaling whatever Shikon he was slipped. If he’s a fighter, he should make it through… but it will be painful.”

Words caught in Kagome’s throat, and it was her mother who voiced for her, “Painful? How? And how can we prevent that?”

“Well,” the doctor viewed Inuyasha’s fitful form, pity flooding his gaze, “the demon energies in the drug involve forces that science alone can’t explain. In this case, they’re an evil power that’s used to punish the user for not taking more of the drug. The demon energies will attack his insides until they eventually fade away. From what I’ve been told, it’s like knives stabbing you from within your own body.” The man clicked the clip on his board--a nervous tick. “He’s in for a rough night; the best we can do is give him a high dose of morphine. The Shikon rehabilitation program that weans people off of the drug is currently out of the drug and have no idea how to make more.”

Kagome’s eyes flicked to Sesshomaru, who was staring hard at his brother. She knew he probably had some Shikon in the evidence locker, but- “Use the morphine,” Sesshomaru said shortly. “He will make it.”

Nodding, the doctor hurried from the room to get the medicine. After one, long and unreadable look at his brother, Sesshomaru swept out as well. Kagome’s mother left right after, muttering about getting them food and glancing worriedly at Inuyasha.

As if approaching a minefield, the Inugami crept toward Inuyasha’s bed. Kagome sat closest, right up by his head. Despite the ice, his head was still sticky with sweat. She swept away his silver hair so that it tucked behind his ear. While she had been about to ask if they should just sedate him until the energies had faded from his system, she now saw, as he kept grimacing and taking in sharp breaths, that he was feeling the pain even in his sleep. The pain medication, something to dull his pain receptors, would be of more use.

From his seat in a wooden chair at the end of the bed, Miroku watched the doctor’s every move as the morphine was hooked up to the IV, and Sango continued to pace. Shippo took his place beside Kagome.

“I should’ve noticed sooner,” blurted Kagome suddenly, gulping thickly as she traced Inuyasha’s clammy hands with her own. “I should’ve noticed the energy, the not sleeping, how he was sick-”

“Don’t be silly, Kagome,” Sango said, but her tone was gentle. Her pacing slowed. “We all could’ve noticed, but he was hiding it well. He didn’t want us to think anything was wrong. He wouldn’t want you blaming yourself, either. Inuyasha will be just fine.”

“What I want to know,” Miroku spoke gravely, “is who managed to get the drug in his system. He wouldn’t have eaten or drank anything from anyone else, or left food or drink unattended, like Sesshomaru said. It had to have been injected or inhaled.”

“Injected? Like a syringe?” Shippo shook his head. “As if anyone could get close enough to Inuyasha with a needle without getting punched in the face. And it’s not like he’d fallen asleep anywhere but Kagome’s house. If the Spiders knew where Kagome lived, they would have attacked her already.”

Kagome nodded. Of course, Spiders had tried to follow her home before, but Inuyasha had always sensed them and managed to lead them off… or fight them. Eventually, they just gave up on that approach.

Frowning, Sango said hesitantly, “But he’s been attached to the hip with Kagome and the rest of us for the last two weeks. Also, his sensitive nose would’ve noticed that he was inhaling something. Has there been any time where he was out of our sight?”

The group lapsed into silence, mulling over the question. Kagome closed her eyes, thinking of every interaction she’d had with him in the last week. They all went to the club, been together at the beginning and end…

It is easy to slip in when one is distracted. A drink, food, even a whiff of what would seem to be perfume...

Kagome gasped, mind flashing to an image of Kikyo kissing Inuyasha in a dark hall, and how Kagome had left afterwards-

“You… you don’t think…?” Kagome paused. Surely not? Surely Kikyo wouldn’t go as far as to hurt him… “At Gehenna, when he was with-”

“Kikyo?” Sango finished, eyes narrowing. “Why would she-?

Sango was interrupted by knocking on the door. At first, she thought it must be her mother returning, but why would her mother bother to knock?

Since Sango was already standing, she strode over to answer it. There, framed in sickly light with a chill about her, was Kikyo. Her face was stoic, white hands clasped delicately around a small purse in front of her. As always, she wore black and purple, dark hair streaming down her back.

Raising her eyebrows challengingly, Sango tilted up her chin. “Kikyo. What do we owe the pleasure?”

Yeah. Sango apparently had no problem openly disliking Kikyo.

“I heard about Inuyasha,” Kikyo said levelly, steady eyes sweeping over to his restless form. “I came to see if he was alright.”

“He’s not,” Shippo said, crossing his arms. “No thanks to you and your Spidery friends.”

The comment didn’t seem to faze her. “Is he in pain?”

“Yes.” Miroku stood, crossing the room to stand beside Sango in a sort of wall between Kikyo and the bed. “Do you have any idea who slipped him the Shikon?”

She didn’t answer the question. All she did was close the door behind her hold out her purse slightly. “I brought some for him, to wean him off; it’s a less painful and safer way.”

To the astonishment of all occupants, Miroku’s face flashed with rage, and he roughly pushed her hands away. “We don’t need more of your damn drugs! They’re what got my friend into this state in the first place, and you’re crazy if you think I’ll trust whatever Naraku mixed up for him.”

“Miroku…” Kagome said, unable to think of something that would calm the flaming look in his eyes.

“Inuyasha is strong, but without this, he very well may not make it through the night,” Kikyo went on, jaw tightening. “You don’t have much of a choice. I will supply you with Shikon; in exchange, you will hand over the girl to Naraku.”

There was a pregnant pause in which the Inugami forgot to breathe, and then Shippo sputtered, “Wait… you mean Kagome?!”

Kikyo nodded.

At this, Sango let out a slightly crazed laugh. “Haha, well that’s a no. Bye!”

“Naraku will not harm her,” said Kikyo, making no move to leave. “And Inuyasha’s survival can be insured. If she truly cares for him, she’ll come with me.”

Clenching her shaking hands, Kagome rose to her feet. “Okay. I’ll go.”

Shippo caught her wrist. “You’re not going anywhere! Inuyasha would never let you.”

“Inuyasha can’t stop me,” Kagome argued back, pulling her hand away.

“We can,” Shippo shot back. His bright, green gaze settled on Kikyo with a heated scowl. “It was you, wasn’t it? You drugged Inuyasha!”

Kikyo’s eyes slitted. “So what if I did? Inuyasha will be just fine if Kagome comes with me.”

“Like hell,” said a deep, scratchy voice, and Kagome spun to see Inuyasha trying to push himself into a sitting position.

“Lay back down!” she ordered, but couldn’t hide the relief in her voice that he was awake. “You need to rest.”

He ignored her in that endearing, stupid, stubborn way. Wincing and drawing in a hiss of breath, he managed to glare Kikyo in the eye. “You… you did this? How… how could you?”

“The plan intended for you to be fine,” Kikyo explained quickly, taking an unsure step back. “Naraku just wanted Kagome to come in exchange for the Shikon! You know I want Naraku defeated as much as any of you-”

“And you’d go through with a plan that would involve the most evil asshole of all time getting a hold of Kagome?” Inuyasha snarled heatedly. “As if you thought I’d be fine after that and Naraku would let me live and-”

He doubled over, coughing and clutching at his stomach. A cry was pulled from his throat, and Kagome rushed to his side.

“Please lie back down,” she whispered, tears threatening her eyes. “The medicine will work better soon.”

“You can’t go, you hear me?” Inuyasha gasped, clawing at his sheets to sit back up. “Y-you can’t play into his hands. I-I’ll be fine. I’ve survived a shit ton worse. I won’t take more of it. I won’t. I don’t care what happens. I won’t.”

“B-but you could die if we don’t wean you off-!” protested Kagome, and he just snorted.

“What do you think I am, some pansy who can’t take a little-AH! Ugh...pain?”

“Inuyasha…”

But he was regarding Kikyo once more. “You… you distracted me. Had me i-inhale. You… used me. Tricked me. T-to think I ever thought…” His whole body shuddered as another wave of pain seemed to rush through him. “I-I thought you were b-better than this… I was w-wrong. You k-keep that shit away from me. Tell N-Naraku that I don’t w-want his damn dope and he’ll get Kagome over my dead body.”

Kikyo had the nerve to look sad. “But Inuyasha, I thought we-”

“Well, you thought wrong!” he shouted suddenly, shaking. “And so did I! Whatever the hell we were, it’s over! You never cared about me! I should have known that! If you did, you’d keep Kagome out of danger! But you were willing to bring her to fucking Naraku. Hell, you nearly killed me to do it!”

His claws had ripped into the mattress as he snarled, “Y-you get out of here. Get that Shikon in the trash where it belongs and away from my friends!”

Kikyo’s nostrils flared, face hardening like ice. “So be it. If you change your mind and start caring for Inuyasha more than saving your own skin, Kagome, let me know. I’ll be at the school.”

Swallowing, Kagome hung her head, but Sango had ripped open the door. “You don’t talk to her like that. Get. Out.”

And she stalked from the room. Sango slammed the door behind her and spun, fuming. “The nerve of that girl! Gah, saying you don’t care about him?! She’s the one that drugged him in the first place! Nasty, conniving, self-righteous-”

“Sango, c’mon, let’s just calm down and try to figure this out,” Kagome sighed.

“-lying, sadistic, jealous, pretentious, filthy, scum-sucking-” Sango finally breathed.

“Hold on,” Shippo said, tapping at his phone. “Don’t stop. I’ll pull up a thesaurus for you.”

“-twisted, spineless, snotty, stuck-up bitch!” finished Sango, kicking the bed post. Miroku took her hand and pulled his chair over for her, not even bothering to belay her anger.

“We should probably refrain from shaking Inuyasha’s bed, dear Sango,” was all Miroku said, squeezing her shoulders soothingly.

“S’fine,” muttered Inuyasha. His eyes were hazy. “Stay, Kagome.”

“I’m right here,” she told him, returning to her seat. “How are you feeling now?”

“Mmm,” he hummed, letting his head loll back with a grin. “Sssswell…”

Shippo’s eyes grew round. “Swell?” he echoed fearfully. “What’s wrong with him now?”

With a frown, Miroku walked to the IV and read the labels and machine. “Holy… man, this is the highest dosage I’ve ever seen! No wonder he looks totally baked.”

“Well, it’s better than Shikon or pain,” offered Sango.

“She… she betrayed me,” sighed Inuyasha, closing his eyes. “Knew Kagome was right. Didn’t listen. You were right, Kagome. She don’t love me.”

She tried not to show her pity. “I’m sorry, Inuyasha. You deserve better.”

“I p-promised to save her… and I will. But then… there’s nothin’...W-well…I know now… that it doesn’t matter…” His words kept slurring and trailing off. “I’ve got yoooou guys. You’re all… all the best. I love you guys.”

Miroku’s eyes twinkled with mirth. “We love you too, Inuyasha.”

“You don’t caaaaare that I’m a half breed,” he went on, thoughts spilling more recklessly than she’d ever heard. “Not like my village did… when they tried ta… ta kill me when Naraku killed Ma and Dad...still have nightmares…”

At this, they all could do no more than stare at him, horrified and unknowing what to say. But he just kept blabbing on. “So many years I said… I wanted ta… kill Naraku ‘cause he killed them, get justice… I guess I needed to punish him…” Inuyasha let out a low hiss, the gold in his eyes flashing. “Make him feel all those things he made me go through… want him to be alone and have people burn him and stone him and treat him like he was a waste of space so that he never finds a home anywhere!”

Kagome backed away slightly, shrinking in her chair. The pure and absolute venom in his voice lashed out so hard that it cut through the haze of the drugs he was under. Hesitantly, she curled her fingers around his hand, and he instantly gripped her back. Inuyasha’s eyes met hers. “But now… I don’ even care ‘bout that… anymore… I wanna defeat him… to protect all of you.”

There was a purring noise from his chest, and he lazily brought her hand up to brush against his cheek. “‘Specially yoooooou…”

Mortified and feeling like her face might explode, Kagome cleared her throat and removed her hand. “Oh dear, that medicine is sure having an effect on you! Maybe you should sleep, Inuyasha. You’ve had a rough day.”

“You so pretty,” he sighed instead, clumsily trying to find her hand with his own. “Never told ya… liked that dress…”

“Y-you should really sleep,” Kagome stammered, shooting a despairing and blushing look at the others, who were clearly trying not to laugh.

“I know, I knoooooow…” he slurred. “You don’t love me…”

Sputtering, Kagome said, “I-I do too! You’re my best friend! Don’t say things like that.”

“In love with me. That what I meant.”

She could hear her heart pounding in her head. “You don’t want me to be.”

“Pfft, never said tha’...” he scoffed, eyes fluttering. “C’mon...don’t be dumb…”

“You’re practically stoned and you still call me dumb,” she sniffed with a scowl.

He only managed a single laugh in his state. “So cute when you mad…”

“Totally stoned,” Shippo agreed with a snicker.

“Go to sleep,” Kagome told him firmly, pulling his covers up to his shoulders.

“Don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving.”

His eyelids fluttered. “I want you to stay here.”

“I know.”

“Cuddle with me.”

“No!”

“Whyyyyyy…”

“You are in a hospital bed!”

“Mmm, cuddle be good medicine.”

She granted him a squeeze of the hand. “Go to sleep before you say something else you’ll regret. I’ll be here.”

“Foreveeeeeeeer…?”

“Whatever you want. Just sleep!”

“Mmm ‘kay, ‘gome.”

“Good boy.”

Kagome had waited long enough.

Inuyasha was snoring lightly, and Shippo and Sango were asleep, curled up in armchairs next to one another. Her mother and Miroku had gone home two hours ago. She closed her eyes and removed her hand from Inuyasha’s under the blanket. When she opened them, he was still sound asleep, thankfully still not wincing in pain because of the morphine.

She stood, chancing a last brush of her hand over Inuyasha’s cheek before she pulled on her jacket and crept to the door. Her finger gripped the doorknob, and she held it tight so that her hand would stop shaking. When she took a last look at her friends, her heart hardened; she had to do this. For them. For him. The meds wouldn’t last forever, and then he’d be in excruciating pain. All she had to do was trade herself for him, and she was willing to do that a hundred times over.

Kagome opened and closed noiselessly. She turned, and took a step-

-in which she ran directly into Miroku.

She was unable to help her gasp, but then she clapped a hand over her own mouth. Miroku was staring down at her, indigo gaze hard and narrow. Kagome had never seen him so serious for such a long time. She almost missed the dorky, sensitive Miroku.

“Where exactly,” he said lowly, “are you going?”

Swallowing, she dropped her hands to her sides and clenched her fists. “That’s my business. What are you doing here? I thought you went home.”

“I saw your face when Kikyo said you needed to turn yourself in. I’m not stupid. I’ve been waiting out here all night.” He crossed his arms, like he was a guardian angel standing watch over a bridge to a dark place. “You’re trying to give yourself up to Naraku, aren’t you?”

“I have to do this,” Kagome hissed, trying to sidestep him. He appeared in front of her again. “I have to do this for Inuyasha! Y-you don’t understand; I can’t stand to see him like this. I love-”

“Don’t understand?” Miroku said quietly. There was a sliver of danger in his voice that she’d never heard from his mouth. “I never told you how my parents died, did I?”

A wisp of dread curled in her chest. “No.”

Kagome saw Miroku’s fingers tighten on his arms, turning his skin white. “Naraku has always wanted to collect those with spiritual power, like you, because he knew that they could grow to destroy him. I had the largest spiritual potential of anyone in my ancestral line. He found out.”

Kagome wasn’t sure she wanted to hear this.

“He came for me once, on a day when we were out of the house. In an alleyway on the way back. It looked as if my father had fought him off, but a few days later, my father started… having this inexplicable fever, seizures, pain…”

“Shikon,” Kagome whispered.

Miroku gave a slow nod. “Naraku had gotten him in the middle of the fight. He sent a Spider to tell me that if I gave myself up, my father would be spared with some more Shikon. He’s played this game before.”

“Did you do it?” she asked quietly.

A pause. “Of course I did. I loved my father.”

“Then you have to let me-!”

“I’m not finished,” Miroku cut her off. His eyes were locked on hers. His jaw clenched, throat worked. “My father was given the Shikon, and I was taken to Naraku. I was terrified, but I felt like I’d done the right thing. Naraku was about to give me a dose before my mother finally found me, pushed me out of the way… and the needle hit her instead.”

“Oh Miroku…”

He seemed deaf to her sympathetic exhale. “She d-died in only a minute, in which she told me to run away and help my father. I blasted them with all the spiritual energy I had and took off. When I got home, I found my father dead in his bed.”

The breath caught in Kagome’s chest as Miroku’s eyes intensified, widening, pleading. “Don’t you understand? Naraku shows no mercy! At this point, he won’t hesitate to kill you or Inuyasha. He’s done this before and he’ll do it again. As soon as you’re not useful to him, he’ll take you out of shackles and slaughter you where you stand.”

“I-I…”

“It’s the second dosage that my father got in trade for me that killed him. If I hadn’t gone, if I’d just trusted in my father’s strength to survive the night, they’d both be alive right now!” His hands gripped her shoulders, not in a way that hurt, but not gently either. “It may feel noble, but all this will do is get both you and Inuyasha killed. If you care about Inuyasha at all, you’ll stay and ignore what Kikyo said. Inuyasha the strongest man I’ve ever met. He will make it.”

The fear that had been crashing through her seemed to calm like the sea after a storm, and Kagome gave a shudder. “O-okay. You’re right. Okay. I...I’m so sorry.”

Finally, his shoulders relaxed, and his hands loosened. Miroku breathed out deeply, and then gathered her up in his arms. “I understand, Kagome. It’ll be okay.”

He hugged her for a minute, tightly, and then backed up with a tired smile. “Now how about you get back in there and get some rest on the couch?”

Kagome nodded quickly, blinking away tears before they could escape. “O-okay.”

He led her back into the room, where she curled up in the old, cushy loveseat in the corner. Miroku took her place at Inuyasha’s side, checking his friend’s fever and replacing the cold compress.

“Miroku?” she said feeling drowsiness settle in her eyes.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you. For saving my life.”

The old Miroku smile seemed to be back again. He stood, rummaging for a moment in the drawer next to the bed until he found a blanket that he tenderly spread over her. “Anything for such a loyal friend as you. Have a good sleep. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she told Miroku without hesitation, falling asleep with a smile.

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FLASH MOB ONLOOKER CLICKBAIT ~ Marcos Oro

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Manic nihilism for only a personal sake RePtilian CloWn ClonEs GlitcH in The MatriX of immediate Earth Spinning rapidly in a counterclockwise charcoal spiral dust notionserpentificial ebbing grinding on this clump of jealous flashbulb money identified atomizing parfum in pockets of bloodmist air — Three dimensional strobes press in to see the memory idea demolished into a tarantula bathroom sink. Come for me on Tuesday when the sun is green, and every blade of grass a cutting crystal million running bystander wears eye wind in rain erupting terra burnt once crumbling bricks powder red sinks eye wind. Pop culture tongue out — Burnt up by earth. Rain, soil, copper, opal, brass. In icy fields artificial ebbing the days with dogs far worries red running sea. dreaming warm corroded ribbon of dreary immersive notions M: She will be here in person on her very own, the human facsimile is without flaw and the nano-switch seamless. Prepare yourself for a very smooth ride indeed. M: Did they personally genetically modify her in the whole existence freeze-out swing firecracker gene? M: Yes. M: They spray tuned identificial gelating warzone…mmerce. Moneyshot brush grey…uting beginning immersive congruent artified on one identif…ebbing holographic bystander graphic x OPTION option out optout signal 1 sanction fire code & eat bologna radio special effect squish color red jugular spit fountain red hose of guts rows, soil, copper flowing into unborn for retro celebrity ricochet laserscan outdated eight-track graphic, picking who me? I can’t believe myself, my eyes. Repeat: warning! laserscan outdated eight-track functionality. is questionable. Seize ((( sudden force ))) and de-activate all history. generate a bright white razor-sharp cumulus — softly usher in the intricate stream of a new seething universe of seeing dimensional piecemeal in ultra-color flux. Slide panel shuts. Others cannot be exposed to this intricate stimulating artifice. Not yet. …and eventually, the celebrity question terra la-la spirals outwardly through a blackhole of cameras radio red passing through clumps of static, changed your rain-stained fingernails ((( eye stain ))) to holographic feline nails of shiny brass doily ribbon sliced sector bobbing whispered ribbon sliced snowdrift running terra redburned my congruent spiral of questions out of control running terra static parallel bloodbath massacre of wallflower gangsters. 1949. M: Up here? Fuck you Jack! Y'r a fucking Egghead Imeanit!!! annoying insatiate knowledge of wrench upgrade, slipping oily bolt of Frankenstein overhaul metalblaster syringe detected in centralized control heatmap scan Who is I? Who is self… and who is me? All tiny icons that rise and eventually fall in newsprint Denial, train inverts its way split in paper, a prisoner of love’s reflection in the rain goodbye eye duel Action movie fugitive dust in the dreary notions of a november night, stuck in a cave with a backdoor maniac waving goodbye to the disappearing train — icy fields surrounding us shimmering bloodred The bullets listen pop and spray I felt deep in my pocket for my harmonica running away from an every-sided whistle I slept on the floor near the vending machine and dreamt a space opera of my own that was very quiet and very bright I walked along in it with my head held high but woke up to the sung endless night the sidewalks are slanted no matter how straight you look at the sideshow farther it yet goes silent as a molecule fading into a nano-speed blackhole crescendo crack-up — Doily stained ribbon sliced sector red enough? detected in central control Who is the stat icon that rises and eventually falls off the edge between two worlds of tense flames? There’s the bluest sky got your name on it sunshine’s got your name on it la-la-la la-la-la yeah a prisoner of love’s split spit-shine reflection starving and aching on the thin bed nullity:liquescent:becoming:liquid: disintegration:destruction: of ego forgiving in the absolute:equilibrium purify ? black? very? ?dark? ?grip? nerve endings rooting to inner-wall of moist red wet heavy arm black hair underwear blackeye roughed up like fuck fucked him up as good as a bitch. Two pewter grey loaded glocks pointed to my neck. My chin up dripping in nerve-induced sweat.eyeflutter spasm — M:…and Johnny. Johnny (clears throat) this one goes out to you in Bell Mawr babyface, dollhair, you keep mama’s gummy bears afloation’ ont a river of popt heavenly funtimez sugarbaby. You know you dooz it fo’ yo’ mama! (chuckles to herself). 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