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Little detail i noticed when looking at these.
When the Bros are side-hugging each other at the beginning, Mario squeezes his brother's shoulder and brings him in closer 🥺
#literally a blink and you'll miss it#it goes by so fast#but just another little detail that gives more character to mario - that he loves and adores his brother ❤💚#super mario#mario#luigi#the super mario bros movie#super mario movie#mario movie#mario and luigi#brotherly love#brothers#family bonds#scheduled
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The Hardy-Well Syndrome
The Tom Hardy-Well is the man of the hour at least for now since he is on the news it is a factor but he soon rallies to meet me in a bid of heat latching at me someone who he has deemed to be a enemy since I now have what has been opposed to me.He is my boss upfront when I had enough of his nonsense so when he walks into a awe inspiring golden board room swooping over us both and he ushers everyone to leave the room in a hot feverish battle of anger. I roll my eyes as he instructs me to sit down more like orders me he sighs heavily pacing the room a bit and I slip my hands under the table and pressing a button I had placed in professionally.He is left lost in a barrel of my laughter as it rises up a tornado of my laughter bouncing off the wall hitting his ears and he panics the fear is evidently driving him up the wall shaking him to hell a core.He loses himself racing to the wall pounding on the door so hard as it is slamming more like wailing the expression is apparent on him and be spun about to face me with rage on her. He attempts to leap over the table but I am prepared throwing a bomb on the floor right in his face as it blows up flowing up all of the entire room and covering it into new levels of pure shocking display. Yelling at him he stops cold the anger in his eyes is alivecurrently the nerve of him it is palpitating his senses as he backs up to the wall I am in control. Snapping my finger I can see his dominance leaves him shattering into about a million pieces as shards are left on the floor showcasing his on demise at the hand of an employee. I knelt next to him cupping his hand as I lift him up his chin as I kiss him slowly as the will to fight me and hold back is vanquished. “Rise up to your feet, stand tall and undress for me.” I demand informing him as the reprogramming taking effect.
“Who the fuck are you? What are you doing to my dad?”
“Your dad is helping me off”
“Bastard! Get off of him”
“No son!”
“Dad! What on earth?”
“Tom! Please correct your son”
“With pleasure “
“Yes dad!”
“What are you calling him dad?”
“Dad? Stop!”
“Zip it punk”
“Listen to your new dad and boss”
“He is your God”
“You are compelled to obey”
“Explain sir”
“Good boi! Focus on me Ellis boi”
“Into my soul”
“I can’t resist! Drag me to hell”
His ex-wife gave him two more children this one’s name is the Andrew Garfield a famous odd looking model and actor who he rarely speaks to at all but loves very much so he invites him to the office. He invites him to the office which the man appears extremely unhappy with a swagger in his steps so he
is proud to be himself and I hide behind
the door and he saw me in distance very confused.
“What do you want?”
“Spend time with my son”
“Since when”
“Since I was bitched out “
“Broken in to”
“Reprogrammed for him”
“Bro! What is he going on?”
“We belong to Master”
“This is my company “
“Do you want to join us?”
“Serve him with us?”
“Excuse me!”
“We love him”
“You shall too”
“Get back! Back up”
“Flip the switch on the wall”
“Woah! What the fuck?”
“Oh My God! You are fucking beautiful “
“Hey Dad”
“Bro!”
“Are you ok?”
“Who is this ?”
“Submit to me!”
“I love you “
“Take a look at this “
“Fuck! I can’t help it “
“Drop in and explore”
“Give in”
“Call me Master Lawrence “
“Yes Master Lawrence@
The end
#tom hardy#tom holland#tom ellis#andrew garfield#hypnosis#mind control#reprogramming#hypno slave#mind control slaves#hypno submission#family curse#hypnotic love#gay hypnosis#Family Bonds
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Sabellian, holding Wrathion in a headlock: He may be an insufferable idiot. But he's MY insufferable idiot.
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I made the mistake of talking about the unspoken.
If you are a daughter, and you have a mother, you know what it is.
The thing.
The slimy uncomfortably object not materialized that can never be said out loud to each other, or else it will become truth.
it's true. you're sure of it. you've been talking about it quiet as the mouses, in the kitchen, trying to find barely there crumbs with your sister ever since you both been old enough to see the same pain in each others eyes.
The house was shook.
I cried, accidentally, which made everything worse.
Mother told her piece.
but then again, has she ever not said her piece?
I said sorry.
i was not sorry, but there is no reason to extend something that i know will not lead to anything but pain. only for me
She went to bed.
I did the same. There is no use in crying for the spilled milk.
there is no use in crying for a pain that will never go away because the cause simply cannot understand how it can hurt someone in the first place
Can the boogeyman ever go away if we pretend that is not under the bed?
#mommy issues#it's me again with the mommy issues#personal#poetry#poem#writer things#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#woman writers#girl writer#girlhood#sisterhood#sister#mother and child#daugther#mother and daugther#family bonds#family is complicated#familyissues#family is exhausting
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Our Ghost Best Friend
Rottmnt + gn! Reader
Time is funny. Time doesn’t wait for anyone nor does it spare anyone. Sometimes you don’t realize what you have till it’s gone.
You sat with Donnie listening as he rambles about his work. He talked about his newer invention as he worked on it. You snicker as he accidentally zaps himself with the wires.
“Not funny, L/n.”
“I disagree. It’s kinda funny.”
You knew that he wasn’t angry with you. The look in his eyes didn’t even show a bit of annoyance. He laughs and shakes his head.
“Maybe I should zap you. See how funny that is!”
“DONNIE NO-“
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You were in the kitchen with Mikey helping him learn how to cook. You taught him how to bake a cake and then taught him how to cook a meal.
“You need to let that sit for longer. It needs to look a little darker before we put it o the skillet.”
“But it looks fine like this!” Mikey held the bowl of meat up to your face. The scent of sauces and seasonings hit your nose instantly.
“Yes it does, however the meat needs to sit for longer so it can be just as juicy when we cook it. You trust me don’t you?” Mikey nodded as he put the bowl back into the fridge.
“Yeah.” Mikey seemed a little saddened. You put hand on his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.
“Then let me work my wonderful magic. I promise it’ll taste awesome! If it doesn’t, pizza on me!” His face brightened with the light of a sun.
“Ok!”
———
Leo was hanging upside down from the top of the half pipe as he made a funny face to you. He wanted to impress and also annoy you slightly.
“I’m just saying! I can think so much clearer now! Ideas are coming so much faster! I might as well be smarter than Donnie!”
“I doubt you can make a second turtle tank.” Leo only widened his smile and laughed.
“Please! I’m awesome! I’ve got looks, humor, an now the brain to back it up.” Leo stands up but falls down the half pipe to your feet. You worriedly checked him over tying to see if he was ok. Leo looked up at you and grinned.
“I think I just fell for you.” You scoff and help him up.
“Oh shut up. Let’s get you checked out by Donnie.” Leo went limp complaining the whole way to Donnie’s lab.
“NOOO NOT DONNIE!”
“Hurry up you big baby!”
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You and Raph had a dance competition. You both were trying to beat each other’s score but you two had gotten so tired that you admitted to your tie. Raph offered a movie and you accept.
Raph gathered blankets and sat with you as you chose a movie. You picked a Jupiter Jim movie and hit play. You chowed down on the popcorn that Raph brought and watched in silence…for like five minutes.
“And this is the part where he..”
“Raph, you know I love you like a brother but you gotta be quiet. I wanna watch.”
“Ok.. Do you need anything? Snacks? Drinks?”
“No I’m good.”
“Want a pillow?”
‘Raph, just watch.”
———
You looked around confused as the rain passed though you.
“What the-! Guys! Guys look! It’s passing through me! Leo, I’m like so cool!” Your cheekiness was unheard as you did your best to call for them. You found them in an alleyway and called to them.
“Guys! Guys! Why aren’t you listening! I’m..right..here.” Your cries for attention stopped as soon as you saw your dearest friends in the rain crying their hearts out. Raph held something close to his chest and as soon as he pulled away, you saw your dead body in his arms. Their wails for a sign that you were alive shook you to your core. You held your head as a memory came back to you. Just like all the others.
———
“Let them go!” Raph yelled as a member of the foot clan held you by the neck. You could barely feel your feet on the edge of the rooftop.
“Give us what we want and they’ll be free. If you don’t..I guess you can say your goodbyes now.” The hand tightened, causing you to cough for air. Raph looked to Donnie and Mikey as Leo was gone desperately looking for what they wanted. When Leo finally came back, your feet weren’t even on the roof anymore. Purple marks started to show on your skin, underneath the clan member’s hand. You cried as you kept saying that you didn’t want to die.
“Toss it over!” The clan member told Leo. Leo threw it to him with a scowl on his face.
“Now let Y/n go,” Raph demanded. The clan member smiled cruelly and laughed.
“Ok, I’ll let them go.” As soon as the words left their mouth, Mikey started running. You watched as you fell from the top of the building. He reached out to you but his hand wasn’t close enough. You never thought falling felt so peaceful.
———
You reached to touch your dead body. It felt so warm to you. You felt like your body was home. Warm and cozy. However you were gone, forced to live as a being that no one could see or hear. You could only listen to the broken cries of your dearest friends.
#writing#fiction#fanfic#fantasy#angst#x reader#character death#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#rottmnt self insert#rottmnt leo#rottmnt#rottmnt mikey#platonic#family#family bonds#Spotify
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Ever since I watched the fourth movie, I have this headcanon about White-san being Sacha (Satoshi)’s paternal uncle, even though they’re both unaware of it. He’ll learn about it much later, while seeking some answers about his father.
White-san (and Sacha’s father) are partly Alolan, from their grandfather. Which explains a bit the connection Sacha feels to Alola, even if he’s unaware of his roots!
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I don't think anyone will love someone as much as a sibling will love them. That is someone you didn't choose to be with and yet you make it work because who else is going to be there? Parents can be overbearing but your siblings deals with that with you. They know what it feels like to deal with them too and you bond over that.
Of course you fight, argue, tussle even but at the end of the day you'll still get that text asking for you to pick up food.
I love my brother so much and I will be there for him for whatever he needs. I may not get him water when he asks or close his door to annoy him but I'll always be there to support him like he's supported me.
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Family Bonds Au
Jim wipes the sweat off of his forehead “Can we take a break?” He could barely catch his breath. 
Journey glares at her little brother. “No. You still can’t catch me.” She, unlike her step brother, was breathing just fine.
“It’s not my fault this thing is heavy!” He yells as he points at the amour. Blinky steps forward and pats the young Trollhunter’s shoulder.
“That is why you are chasing her so you can get use to the amour.” The six eyed troll says, “but you both need to take a break.”
Jim smiles at this while Journey looked like she was going to eat the troll. Then again she did punch him in the eyes already.
#trollhunters#trollhunters oc#trollhunters au#family bonds#journey#jim lake jr#blinky galadrigal#spoilers
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Do you consider your family friends, or maybe your friends family?
Whatever the case I don’t have any of either.
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Are you a newlywed or all set to get married? Then we are sure you are navigating the dynamics with your mother-in-law.
#Bond With In-Laws#Bond With Mother-In-Law#Bonding With Family#Family Bonds#In Laws#lifestyle#mother-in-law#Mother-In-Law & Daughter-In-Law#Relations#Relationship With In-Laws#Relationships#shaadiwish
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Despite the little time the Bros were together and how little Luigi was in the movie, I am amazed that they still managed to not only get the loving relationship down so well, but also kick off a character growth for Luigi.
The point of the baby Bros flashback (which I initially thought was just for fluff) actually ties into the way Luigi sees himself and Mario. He put all his time into believing Mario would come and save him (as Mario always has), but while Mario did indeed save him, in the end, Mario had to be rescued from a situation he couldn't fight out of. And Luigi was the only one to do it.
I love these Bros so much😭💗
#super mario#mario#luigi#mario and luigi#character development#brotherly love#family bonds#family love#brothers#baby mario#baby luigi#the super mario bros movie#mario movie#the super mario bros movie spoilers#super mario movie#super mario movie spoilers#mario movie spoilers#mario movie 2023
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The Life Bestowed
The details…
Title: The Life Bestowed
Author: Patricia Spencer
Publisher: Self-published Independent Author
Publication date: February 6, 2024
ISBN: 9781738052714 (ISBN10: 1738052710)
Available formats: ebook, paperback
File size: 2110 KB
Length: 388 pages
Genre: Contemporary LGBTQIA Fiction
Themes: sapphic romance, transgender romance, gender identity, sexuality, equal rights, family…
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#divorce#equal rights#Falling in Love#family bonds#gender identity#living an authentic life#parenting#sapphic romance#sexuality#transgender romance
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Explore the incredible story of survival and solidarity in "The Grapes of Wrath Analysis: Resilience in Tough Times" on Healthy Habit Journal. Dive into an inspiring journey through the Dust Bowl and Great Depression, learning lessons on family bonds and human resilience. Don't miss this soul-stirring read! #TheGrapesOfWrath analysis
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Sisterhood can not be defined.
I will fight with her until the end of times, screaming matches since we were little about nonsense - but if a god hurts her i will learn how to kill a immortal.
How could i not? She has the same scars, same inherited pain. We may not look alike, but we have the same reflection. We are made from the same fabric of flesh, same mesh of DNA.
She is a piece of me. I am one of hers. We are neither, we are both.
#sisterhood#sisters#sister#mommy issues#family is complicated#familyissues#family is weird#family bonds#poetry#poem#personal#writer things#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#woman writers#girlhood
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chapter two
FLAMES
Overview: This delves deeper into the dynamics between Keitaro and an old friend, as well as closely exploring Keitaro's complex feelings towards Haruki and his internal struggle with his own identity and past. It will include vivid scenes and emotions throughout the chapter. Through it all, you'll witness the complexities of Keitaro's temperament, the challenges it brings to the use of his "curse" which not only serves as a glimpse into his mind, but also adds layers to the dynamics between characters.
Happy reading below the cut!! ; )
The rain, as expected, cools me down enough for me to coherently find my way back to the hideaway. The library being close to the edge of the city, makes it easy to get there from the countryside that has been abandoned ages ago simply because it is impossible to grow any healthy crops in a climate on haywire all the time.
The field is, like any other part of the city, filled with all kinds of wreckage. Fun to jump around on. Although one mishap could get you impaled.
Old military run facilities were a good hiding spot. As kids we ran off to find a place and ended up at the end of a runway. A spot with three hangars built to store huge planes in. Long forgotten for the sake of flight safety with the aggressive storms and all. The hangars had lightning rods though, we could harness electricity with little to no difficulty and enough space to not feel too cramped up. Food is a little less accessible but through errand runs and with the help of the area’s security guard we get by well enough. Griffin is good security. Not good enough to rat us out, but good enough to keep anyone who’s not with us, out of the premise. A weird man with endless stories, some too extravagant to even consider true, but entertaining nonetheless. My twin sister, Kira and I practically raised ourselves, but he was there watching us leave and return with cuts and bruises or even worse injuries only he was equipped to treat. Whether or not he got questions about his bloody clothes from his higher-ups is sadly information I don’t have. We have yet to get in trouble though and it’s all thanks to him.
“Aww, the wet puppy has arrived!” Kira announces as I jump off a broken airplane wing, down to the hangar's main area. I mumble a string of mocking incoherent noises back and toss her the plastic bag of books I brought her. The oil changing of the engine she has been working on for around a week now has her undivided attention until the bag lands in her lap. She read that she had to do that somewhere but had little information as to how she was going to go about things.
“I got your books, so shut it.” I take a seat on a stool and let my head hang heavily. Her face lights up before it morphs into a frown.
“I see that, wow. What a treasure hunt you went through.” “Lose the attitude, will you? You’ve been gone for days and I don’t even get a hug upon your arrival?”
“I found nothing! How am I supposed to feel, huh? And Haruki…” My fists clench at their own accord, heating up and threatening to set themselves on fire.
“You were bound to run into him at some point, please. He owns the place, Taro.” she scoffs.
“Still hurts.” Kira places her books onto her desk neatly, then makes her way over to me in a similar manner to how one would approach a stray cat. We are twins. Two halves of a whole as our mother liked to call us. Kira is a complete polar opposite of me in almost every way I can think of. If I was in her shoes at this moment, I would not know what to do with her. Kira on the other hand has learned to take care of me the way our parents did. A little rougher on the edges, but still efficient enough to not have me quite literally explode.
Instead of talking to me anymore about what I’ve been up to the past two days, she cradles my head while standing next to me. Not without a fight though, but she eventually gets a solid hold and rests her head on top of mine, in turn letting my hair soak her favorite hoodie that’s been through a lot with her. Occasional small holes, oil stains, spray paint, markers, even food since she is unintentionally a very messy eater, and all of which she has not been able to wash away despite hours of trying. Kira holds onto it despite that , and refuses to get rid of it. The hoodie getting wet is the last of her worries. She holds me until my hands stop glowing like the earth’s core and my heartbeat reaches a somewhat normal rate.
“We need to redo these, buddy.” Kira grabs one of my locs between her fingers then brings them all backwards in a soothing manner. My mood is still sour but it does the trick and sleepiness crashes over me like a tidal wave. She scratches my scalp gently with blunt nails, occasionally massaging my head to ease any tension that might still linger.
“You can do it if you want, I’m way past the point of caring.”
“I see that,” she snickers, tugging on my ear playfully.
“Shut up! I just wanna shower and sleep. I feel disgusting.”
“Do that then, I’ll heat up some food for us.” She doesn’t make it far before I see her stop in her tracks in the corner of my eye, facing towards the entrance of the hangar. I look up to see what it is and she turns her head back to me, giving me an apologetic look before occupying herself with her new books. She just told me to go shower and she would prepare food. Why did she change her plans? Aiming a glare back at the entrance, the lightning outside lights up a shadow that grows bigger by the second.
My flight instincts are on high alert now. Although Kira does not seem all that worried, this occasion is not a usual one. If Griffin is planning to pay us a visit, he will send us a message through the crappy radio on our dinner table. Other than that, it really is just me and my twin sister. Whoever decided to waltz in here without warning must be lost. Gone miles away from where they should be. And by the looks of it, Kira is not going to help me figure it out.
“Kira, what the hell? You expecting someone?” There is no sign of alertness in her stance which keeps me in my seat. All she gives me is a shrug and a tight smile, completely lacking eye contact.
“This has nothing to do with her. I’m just here to give you your bag, Keitaro.” Ah, the shadow speaks. I can feel my heart rise up into my throat and I choke on whatever threat I was going to throw at him along with his name in a weak whisper. Haruki Nakajima is here in flesh and blood. God must have really had it out for me this week.
“Here. I’ll leave.” I do not know what he might pick up from my feelings, but I am frozen in place while he places a strap from my bag into my hand that is getting hotter by the second while I myself feel like a brick of ice. His face is still covered in a shadow from his hat so it’s hard to make out any expressions. He steps back even further from Kira’s desk light, seeming completely out of place. Kira lets out a heavy sigh behind him, knocking me out of my trance and gaining Haruki’s attention.
“Welcome, Haruki,” she smiles, pulling out a chair for him to sit in. “Wanna eat?”
“Can’t say no to that,” he says shyly, walking over to greet her. It has been a while since the two of them saw each other since I’m the only one who ever goes to the library. I leave them to go to the bathroom. Bag grabbed tightly. I never noticed I left it at the library, its content is far too important for such a mistake to occur.
Once in the confines of my own quarters, I dump the bag down on the mattress and fall down on it right after like a sea star; exhausted. The water from my poncho slowly seeps through the sheets, making me jump up at unimaginable speed. I am not changing those today.
The shower washes away days of sweating through busy streets and awfully crowded bars, miles of walking in untraced and treacherous forests and hours spent in different libraries looking for something I am not sure even exists. A way out. It is starting to sound like a fairytale. A sick and twisted one. I close my eyes and wish someone has not been trailing me. I also thank Kira and her smarts since she figured out how to get us hot water since it is easing out nearly all the tension in my body. My muscles feel like newly puffed pillows. Kira is a genius, really. She likes to do stuff constantly, build things, and create new ways to solve problems. Me, I am just there to give her books so she can do the things she wants to do correctly because I am the one who usually knows where to find things. An acquired skill I am starting to doubt heavily these days.
The hot shower, as relaxing as it is, does not wash away any of my worries however. Our parents are still gone, I have not found a way off this cursed land and people like me still move like prey in this predatory society. Haruki? Well…he still reminds me too much of what I am. Also cursed.
I avoid Haruki every moment that occurs like a plague, but it only keeps my head stuck thinking where I should go next. Only criteria is being somewhere he is not. It becomes an exhausting practice after nearly ten years of doing so. It is too draining so I have subconsciously resorted to being cold whenever I am forced to interact with him. Icy, snappy replies to any innocent question or suggestion he might have, in hopes that he stays away from me on his own. But since he is a saint who cannot do anything of the sort even if it is to protect himself, it results in him bringing back my bag and sharing dinner with us in our home. It went as wrong as it could go. Griffin is going to have to explain himself too for that matter.
I hear Kira and Haruki chatter in hushed voices through the door of my quarters and decide to block it out for the moment and really take my time getting dressed and getting my head out the gutter. My eyes catch the bag on the mattress figuring I should probably check that everything is in there. Notebooks, maps, bandages, cleaning alcohol, extra clothes, and wetland shoes. All check. I stare at the contents for a moment longer and a new fear arises. Haruki would not open and read my journal, would he? The page marker was pulled out entirely from the journal. Silky, wide black string laying flat across the other contents of the bag. If Haruki is the cause of that, the man is 1: unbelievably klutzy and 2: aware of what I’m always doing in his library. If he told anyone, it would not take long before I was either thrown into a deadly prison or just killed. Not to mention he is indirectly mentioned in my journal one too many times for me to be comfortable with the notion of him having read it.
Hunger and unmatched exhaustion is enough to push the concerning thoughts away. It is enough for me to brave up and leave my quarters and set foot towards the already set dinner table. Haruki is seated timidly by the table watching Kira bring the last plate to the table with his hands fidgeting impatiently in his lap, cracking a few knuckles every now and then. I always hated that but it was the only sign of nervousness one could ever get from him. His face is always covered and he never was one to talk about himself so when we were children, I grew to have a little appreciation for the knuckle cracking as gross as it is. He still managed to form a soft smile and laugh at Kira’s silly little jokes. The scene felt uncomfortably familiar. Enough to tug painfully at my heart. After the shower, the anger was replaced with sadness and that sadness only grew at the sight of my twin sister and once best friend in our home.
“Oh, Keitaro!” Kira announces once she sees me. I stopped moving long ago and had to once again bring my thoughts back down to earth. “Please come eat, we waited for you.”
“You shouldn’t have,” I mumbled under my breath, taking a seat opposite her. She rolls her eyes at my statement before she starts serving each one of us the soup she heated up. When she gets to mine, the radio goes off in statistics.
“Guys, incoming.” It was Griffin’s voice being heard through the speakers. I let out a humorless breathy laugh before I say a quick prayer and dig into my soup. He has really put himself in deep shit now. Kira laughs a little too. Haruki on the other hand, is visibly confused, eyes going from me, to my sister, then to the radio, several times.
“Don’t worry, it’s just our friend,” Kira chuckles, giving him a quick pat on the back. His head twitches upwards slightly in registration to this information, but he remains still. Not at all surprising since we all pretty much live in hiding and “friends” are considered a luxury in this day and age. Haruki does not pry any further. He just closes his eyes for a few seconds before he too starts eating.
We sit in relative silence. I know Kira hates it and I cannot really do much about that. Reality feels so distant, it almost feels like I’m being fed the soup in front of me and my head is in the clouds without anything solid to grab onto. I am lost in thoughts without end until Griffin, the failure of a security today, makes his entrance.
“Evening, kids!” He beams, arms out in a warm greeting. I refuse to hear any of it and he has to know.
Within just a few moments, I have the old man pushed back out and around the door we indeed keep open to not die of heat. It might rain and thunderstorm all the time but the heat is next to unbearable. I stand in the rain with a solid grip on the man’s collar, gritted teeth and hands threatening to start glowing again. ‘What has happened has happened‘ is what Kira would say but here is the thing, I don’t want it to happen again.
“He had your bag, buddy, you know how you get about that thing,” Griffin stutters nervously, letting out a laugh in an attempt to ease the situation. The idiocy is laughable. An excuse like that could kill him right here on the spot.
“That’s enough to get him past you?” My eyes squint in question and my jaw is starting to hurt. Griffin better think about his future before he utters anymore nonsense.
“Okay, okay! Just–” His words are cut off and my glare goes down to my grip that has already tightened far too much, it has nearly cut off his airway. I loosen it reluctantly to let him speak. I feel like choking the stupidity out of him but I do not have the energy for that at the moment and his face was getting a concerning red color. Lucky for him, I am not planning on ending his life.
“Okay, thank you. Oh heavens,” he breathes, nursing his neck with a careful hand around his throat and the other kept steady on his knee. I watch him Catch his breath, almost starting to feel a little guilty until he shrugs in a careless manner.
“Spill!” I say feeling impatient. Griffin straightens himself up with great effort and drags down the zipper of his windbreaker slightly.
“You know, he had your little brand thingy.”
“Our little brand thingy,” I laugh bitterly. “I’m not gonna ask again, Griffin.”
“Keitaro, who else knows about it except you people?”
“You.”
“Fine, but the ominous guy had it on his stomach so he showed me and I thought it was okay since he had your bag and all, and you’ve been gone for like two days buddy. I assumed he knew you. Your bag is like your most priced possession. You won’t even let me anywhere near it.” He finishes his frantic rant with a sigh before he tries to fruitlessly look for a seat out here.
“Never again, man. Never.” He nods quickly and puts a hand to chest dramatically. I push him back into the hangar feeling pretty much done with everyone and everything.
“Anyone ever tell you that you should respect your elders?” Griffin utters over his shoulder.
“Don’t test me today if you value your job, old man.” He is lucky I cannot shoot laser beams out of my eyes.
We finish our food in silence while I once again disappear into a haze. Gone enough to not notice Kira dragged Griffin off to her engine to show him something. It is routine for her to do so but I wish she would hold off on that at least until Ki left. Instead she went through with it and the two of us were trapped in an awkward silence. How do you even begin to explain to someone that they are a reflection to the monster you are? How do you make them stay away from you when back in the days you considered each other a complete set together. How do I erase years of pain I have caused?
“Keitaro?” I hear from beside me, almost a whisper and could easily have been missed if it was not for the fact that we were seated in nearly dead silence. I look up at him, but he has his head down and face covered as usual, making my heart’s acceleration halt for a second. “I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable,” he goes on to say, his head falling even lower. Is he really sorry if he stayed for dinner knowing that? “I just wanted an opportunity to talk to you.”
Silence falls over us again. We should talk. That is the right thing to do. Being alone with him is overwhelming though. Agh, I also want to know if he even touched my journal. I should really stop writing stuff about this self-assigned mission I am on. Someone is bound to see it.
My head hurts from all this thinking. It is pulsating like a second heart, driving me absolutely mad. I stand up, grabbing Haruki by the arm a little farther away from Kira and Griffin’s loud chatter back and forth. Haruki steadies himself on his feet and tries to relax himself under my skeptical gaze that hides insecurity and years of pent up sadness.
“Go ahead.” Just in that moment his unit rings loudly between us, interrupting whatever Haruki had right at the tip of his tongue. He looks at his unit, biting his bottom lip so hard it almost looks painful. I hesitate to put a calming hand on his shoulder which he notices, backing away in reflex. As much as it hurts, as much as the sharp sting in my throat is begging me to shed tears in front of him, I stand my ground and let him leave to take his call. In that instant, the voices of Griffin and Kira stop, gaining my attention. Kira knows better than to ask any further questions so they carry on with their rambling.
It is a relief to see that my sister is not burdened with excruciating thoughts of escaping all we know for a dream outside the barriers of our imagination. Yet she tries her hardest to come up with plans, plan B:s and sub plans to keep my mind at ease. Griffin accidentally became her idea-dumpster and I thank higher power every day since he seems to enjoy it. Our father would have loved it too, but he died years ago. The inner emptiness in Kira’s life was so prominent she almost died from lack of food and sleep. Hope was crucial in her life and since our father could not provide her with that any longer, I had to take that responsibility and join our minds to form a plan that would take us to this supposed “better” life; off the Island. Griffin took the dumpster role as the elder here and he has silly stories to tell from his unbelievably eventful life as a soldier in the Islands top force, before he got booted for excessive drinking. The stories make Kira laugh though, and I could not ask for much more.
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Shocking fantasy What is the appeal of "Henn na Ie", a work that represents modern Japanese literature?
“Weird House” by Amena
Japanese author Amakura's book "Henn na Ie" is becoming well-known as an illustration of contemporary Japanese fantasy writing. This book has the ability to captivate readers by immersing them in an enigmatic universe while portraying an odd family and their peculiar existence.
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