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#and i catch them like some rugby ball passed to me and i suddenly know shit
inkyvulture · 3 years
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"Do I have this issue or is my brain hyperrealistically adopting this issue to self sabotage?"
A musical.
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secretshinigami · 3 years
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Don't mess with an annoyed L
Author: @skaelds
For: @lightsturtleneck
Pairings/Characters: Light/L
Rating/Warnings: K/K+
Prompt: Domestic Lawlight
Author’s notes: Heyy ! This was very fun to write, i hope it’s qualified as a Domestic Lawlight, and i hope it will please you :D L’s Pov here you go <3
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L Lawliet prided himself on being a patient person. It was something he had to learn over the years, to know how to calm his ardour in order to achieve his goal at the right moment, to know how to bide his time. The methods of The Anger Trap: Free Yourself had taught him how to temper his frustration, how to lower his tension and how to avoid anger-related symptoms such as chest tightness or tachycardia.
He remembered several times when waiting had been the key to his success, when victory meant hours spent crouching behind a screen watching the slightest change in attitude. A treacherous whisper of his mind whispered the name of Light Yagami. L promptly ignored it.
A patient person, thus.
Therefore, not very quick to lose control over his nerves.
That is why his smile didn’t tighten on his lips, his eyelids didn’t twitch and he didn’t take a breath intended to bring down his tension. None of that. No. And anyone who would say otherwise would be an odious liar.
“I thought Light-kun had given up his idea of murdering me in cold blood. I note this betrayal with real disappointment. When you confessed to me that you had changed and no longer wanted to crush the hearts of criminals between your chips-covered fingers, I thought your madness was over. Sadly, I realise that this is not the case. I am on the verge of death, Light-kun, and my death will be blamed on you. I hope you’re happy with yourself.”
“Shut up and chop.”
“Your coldness hurts me.”
“No, that’s just the impact of the weather. And the current temperature of -10 degrees. And probably the fact that you’re not wearing gloves when I insisted for twenty minutes that you put them on.”
“The analogy is completely unfounded. There is no correlation between the temperature and the state of my heart. Who is hurt, I emphasize. Broken into a thousand shards of glass. Crumbled. Set on fire.”
“Oh damn it, L, it is you I’m going to set on fire if you don’t stop complaining!”
Light straightened up suddenly, throwing his axe vigorously into the snow - ruffled hair, long caramel-coloured strands sticking to the soaked face, reddened by irritation and effort. Two eyes that shot him with force - even made him check to see if he had not just taken two bullets. The tip of his nose was reddened by the cold, gleaming on his face. L was taken by a sudden urge to cross the few steps that separated them and to kiss this angry face, to make the frown that was spoiling the beauty of the face disappear.
Who did he think he was fooling? As if the beauty of the other could be spoiled by something as trivial as irritation. On the contrary, seeing irises inflamed with anger aroused a tingling in his stomach that he refused to identify.
L crossed his arms on his chest, his own axe falling to the ground.
“The muscles of my upper body are less developed than those of my lower body, Light-kun. It’s a torture” he complained, sulking expression on his face. “And I’m not the one who decreed that it was imperative to chop down our own tree. Watari was quite willing to give us one. With all the characteristics you were looking for.”
Light rolled her eyes. Passed a hand through his hair, dislodging some snow dust.
“It’s a tradition,” he insisted. “You can understand, you’re the one who insisted on coming to spend Christmas at the Wammy House. Saying that it was an obligation and that you wouldn’t neglect it.”
“The Wammy has a perfectly satisfactory tree.”
“L !”
“I love you too.”
Pushed sigh with a mixture of exasperation and affection. He shook his head, caused flakes to rain down. The cold crept up his neck, down his sleeves, over his ankles - came to lay his frozen hand on him and mark his territory. Even though his hands were in his pockets and a heavy scarf was wrapped around his neck as if to strangle him, he felt the icy air pressing his lips to his skin. He shivered - they might have to amputate his toes. Terrible notion, how could he slide them over Light’s warm skin at night? He deliberately omitted the fact that this act was always followed by a yelp from Light, a startled awakening and usually a punch that would make him fall out of bed.
Light was particularly susceptible.
“But I am cold.” A real complaint, camouflaged in a childish mumble. Annoyed. He had followed Light willy-nilly in the winter cold, had rushed into the forest with him, but they had been sawing the tree trunk down for more than forty minutes - or almost - without the damn tree ever collapsing. L would have almost scribbled Abies balsamea in the Death Note by pure spirit of revenge. “I’m about to lose my fingers.”
“That’s a shame.”
“ Be careful, Light-kun forgot what empathy is all about again.”
Light shook his head once more - shaking in a canine manner - before taking a few steps forward, axe forsaken, and a slight, almost amused grin on his lips. He almost retreated backwards by reflex, preferred to take his hands out of his pockets and hold them out to Light, and was immediately assaulted by a warm and perhaps at least a bit empathetic mass.
Lips pressed against the icy skin on his neck - he shivered upon the contact, tightened his grip around Light. Light smiled against his neck, put another kiss on it, his own hands wrapped around L’s waist. “So you’re looking for a cure against the frost?”
Ecstatic nod, ready to close his eyes and-
PAF!
The universe fell under a cloud of white, an icy envelope wrapped around him like a predator, leaving him in shock. A snow avalanche, creeping into his neck, waist, ears, wrists, ankles - even swallowing a handful of it, his eyelashes covered with frosted crystals. Time froze for a moment, leaving him lying on the ground, too shocked to reflect on Light’s betrayal - the only indication of his survival testified by the regular blinking of his eyelids.
A simply awful laugh tore his eardrums. Those that came from the back of the throat, resounded like thirty bulls charging towards him, reflecting all the petty amusement and cunning of his host. L felt betrayed.
What seemed like an eternity later, he stood up slowly, one elbow leaning against the snow.
Threw an absolutely polar glance at Light.
“Did anyone ever told you you had a goat’s laugh?”
The hiccups of laughter redoubled.
L touched the snow next to him, leaned a second elbow to stand up. “I hope you know that I never leave a blow unanswered, Light-kun, you’ve just signed your death warrant.”
Tears were now streaming down Light’s face. Tears of laughter, for sure, which would soon turn into tears of suffering if he was allowed to give his opinion. He stood up on his legs hesitantly - shaking himself to make the snow fall, making it slide further down his neck. L restrained a relatively virile yelp, stood there for a few seconds - a perfect representation of a forest gremlin. Or the Yeti. Covered with snow as he was, the resemblance must have been striking.
His resolution taken, he bent down, gathered the snow into a compact ball and rushed towards Light - taking him by surprise. The other stumbled back, tripped over the handle of L’s axe, flapped his hands like a chick thrown from the nest before tipping over on his backside. In a second, L was on top of him - drove the snowball into his coat’s neckline.
Light shrieked - grabbing L’s hands to stop him from continuing. L pulled to get out of the grip, lost his balance for a few seconds-
Collapsed next to Light.
A few seconds passed in total silence, only the sound of their breaths breaking the silence before they exchanged a glance - L felt his lips stretch in spite of himself, resisted valiantly before giving in and joining Light in his burst of laughter. Breathless, they tried to catch their breath, each new glance at the other finishing them off again.
Light eventually cut himself as best he could, stretching out one arm to wrap it around L.
“I may have a goat’s laughter but I can still stand on my feet. Do you want a cane, old man?”
Slap addressed with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. L was covered in snow, infiltrated down to every pore of his skin, had just tried to cut down a pine tree for a good forty minutes and had just been tackled like a feverish rugby player on the ground. In short, he was soaked, exhausted and probably in hypoglycemia
From an objective point of view, therefore, he was absolutely not responsible for his own actions.
That is why he smiled slightly at Light Yagami, interlaced their fingers with his left hand - the one where Light was wearing his wedding ring - and quickly kissed him on the cheek. Slipped his other hand through the melted caramel-coloured hair - and it reminded him of the caramel-filled cookies waiting for them in their kitchen, what a wonderful idea - by tightening his fingers on the strands.
And slammed Light Yagami’s head roughly into the snow.
Justice was always delivering its judgment.
Later, when they returned to the Wammy House, the fire crackling in the fireplace and their hands wrapped around a nice hot chocolate, L put his cup on the table and climbed up to sit next to Light.
“The children told me that they love the tree initiative. They have even started to decorate it” grinned Light with a satisfied smirk. That of the cat who had devoured the canary and had just blamed the dog.
L gave him one of his own smiles.
“Maybe I could make it up to you in some special way…”
“Perhaps you could…”
He leaned over to Light- interrupted suddenly by a shrill ringing of the telephone. Annoyed grimace, device grabbed with fingertips to refuse the call, turning off the object and throwing it across the raised eyebrow of Light, who split into a new smile before putting down his cup and swinging L onto the couch.
Ah. A thought crossed his mind as Light’s lips rested on his skin-
Maybe he wasn’t that patient in the end.
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artificialashley · 3 years
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OMG UR DOING PROMPTS WHAT A GREAT DAY could i pls get uhhhhhh a fluff 7 with Vanique pls bc it just Screams them thank u 💖💖💖
Thank you girlie!!!!! I’ve never wrote them before so loved this! Not exactly the definition of fluff but hope you enjoy!
7. “You’re and idiot.” “But you love me.” // Vanique
“What you wearing to the social tonight?” Vanessa asked as she passed the ball to Monique, hoping their team captain didn’t notice the fact her feet moved three times as she did so (or if she did that she was being too nice to point it out).
“Not going.” Monique passed to right but Vanessa’s little legs weren’t fast enough to follow. That or she was far too distracted to even see where it was going. Most likely the latter, given that the fifteen-degree temperature meant everyone had opted for shorts and ponytails for training that day. Monique was wearing shorts that day.
“But who will I hang out with?”
“Erm, all of your other friends?” Monique stopped passing altogether, keeping the ball tight in her hands despite the mixture of mud, leaves and general gunk that it’d accumulated over the seven times Vanessa had dropped it that day. Vanessa didn’t question it. “Besides, it’s a mixed social. The whole point is that you’re gonna get paired up with some arsehole rugby player and spend the night with them, I wouldn’t be hanging out with you anyway.”
“But I never see you anymore!” Vanessa exaggerated, knowing fine well that even if Monique didn’t join her on the social, she’d still go to the club with her housemates after and they could have a dance then. Because those vital hours had started to become the highlight of her week, counting down the days until Wednesday when she could get lost in the laugh that tied her stomach into bows and lifted her all body the way to the top floor of the club, where they played the songs that were just a tad to gay for floors one, two and three. “Please!”
“I don’t wanna get coupled up with none of them white boys, Vanessa.” Monique rolled her eyes and Vanessa was sent spinning down her own spiral, falling through the netball court and into an endless black hole of stars, planets and aliens who told her to grow a pair of balls and tell Monique that she fancied the pants off her (or at least that's what she assumed they were telling her, she could never grasp French in school nevermind the native language of extraterrestrials).
“You can couple up with me.” Vanessa watched as Monique passed the ball lightly between her own two hands, letting it dance between the two different options. Vanessa wanted to run up to her and push it on the one that said: “Yes, go to the social and have the best night of your life with Vanessa”. 
“Like they’re gonna let that happen.” Monique laughed and it made Vanessa want her to come even more, despite thinking that wasn’t humanly possible at the start of the conversation.
“Who’s gonna stop us?” Vanessa replied, reminding Monique that she was the hardest girl in the whole University, nevermind on their team. An image that was faltered not even a minute later when Monique suddenly passed the ball back and Vanessa squealed as though it was a machete coming her way.
“Erm, Jackie?” Monique pointed a finger at their captain, Vanessa too proud to miss the opportunity to throw back and catch Monique off-guard too. “Jesus, V!”
“You really think Jackie could take us?” Vanessa laughed. “Besides, I think she fancies me anyway, pretty sure I could break every single handbook rule and I’d still be on this team.”
Vanessa watched Monique's smile break for a minute before she grabbed the ball and tossed it back. “What, like you haven’t already done that?”
“Exactly!” Vanessa’s mind flashed through images of the pair on their initiation the year before, sneaking drinks into the twenty-four-hour library and convincing nerdy third-years to buy them drinks in the SU to make definite that their team won the challenge. That was the night Vanessa realised how much they had in common; both loud and fiery and determined to keep trying even when the biggest of odds stacked against them.
The perfect wing to her centre.
“You’re a terrible influence.” 
There was Vanessa’s glimmer of hope. Maybe Monique wasn’t quite as determined as herself after all.
“I’ve convinced you!” Vanessa just-about growled with excitement, throwing the ball as high as she could in the air and catching it like a kid on their break time full of energy and enthusiasm. 
Jackie obviously didn’t share the same enthusiasm, blowing the whistle in her direction and telling her to hustle like the control freak she was. Maybe she didn’t fancy Vanessa quite enough to get away with that one.
“You haven’t,” Monique spoke between laughs, shaking her head at Vanessa in a way that made her want to never behave anything but bad for the rest of her life.
“What do I have to do then?” Vanessa replied, hoping Monique didn’t say something like run a marathon or eat an onion whole (not that she wouldn’t have done those things anyway).
“Score a goal.” Monique stuck her tongue out, knowing fine well that all five feet and two inches of Vanessa were incapable of doing such a thing, evident in the fact she hadn’t left the centre third yet that day.
“That’s all!” Vanessa grinned like a serial killer but didn’t care. Because her night would be spent drinking shots with Monique, letting the other girl twirl her in the club and again in her dreams later on.
“Yep.”
“Yvie!” Vanessa started to run across the court without any further hesitation. “Let me hop on your shoulders for a minute?”
“Shit.” Monique caught up with her, trying and failing to pretend that the corners of her mouth weren’t fighting to turn upwards at the sight of Vanessa clambering up the taller girl like she was a tree. “You’re an idiot.”
Vanessa felt Yvie grip her legs tightly as she “scored her goal”, giving one last helpless look at Monique before plopping the ball into the net with the utmost ease.
“But you love me.” She shouted back before getting down, hoping that at least an incy wincy tiny little part of that was true.
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shwni-blog · 5 years
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Rugby Balls on Sale
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Rugby Balls on Sale: Top 3 to Buy Today
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Just think of this, that old rugby ball which has seen better days that you use to practice with suddenly pops and you don't have another one to use How are you going to carry on with your training? Rather than wait to borrow somebody else's Why don't you get yourself one of these top of the range rugby balls so you won't have to stop training and you can guarantee that they are very durable which will last you a long time So this is why these balls that I will show you soon, make it on the list of the Top 3 Rugby Balls on sale today
Durable Rugby Balls
One of the toughest sports in the world needs to have a very durable and strong ball as it will be going through a lot on the field Even though they are quite light these days, they are very tough and can withstand the heaviest of rugby players landing on top of it without bursting! Well, Most Of The Time. Take a look at this... Ever since William Webb Ellis picked up a ball and started running with it in Rugby School in 1823 creating one of the greatest games in the world, manufacturers have been trying to perfect the rugby ball for a better game Unless they can make one that scores the tries for you I think they have got it mastered! Just a brief history of how we have got the rugby balls we have today then on to my top three rugby balls for sale
The History of The Rugby Ball
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Richard Lindon Holding 2 of the early day rugby balls that he made In the 1800s two men, Richard Lindon and Bernard Solano started hand stitching four leather panels together to form the casing around a pigs bladder to make what we now call "the rugby ball" and hence why they are called today "pigskins" Obviously not all the bladders were the same size so no two rugby balls were the same or the shape they are today They were more rounded and spherical than they are now as they only had the shape of the bladder to go to when it was inflated They didn't have ball pumps back then so the pig's bladders were blown up by mouth through a clay pipe inserted into an opening of the bladder. I can't imagine there were many people queuing up for that job! "So what do you work as these days dave?"......"Oh just the usual...I blow up the bladders of pigs with my mouth" That job is not for me I'm sorry, I like the pigs near my mouth cooked and crispy!
Gone Are The Pigs
It wasn't until 1870 that rubber inner tubes were put into the rugby balls by the legendary Richard Lindon And with the rubber being more pliable than those poor piggies insides they started to form more of an egg shape that we have today rather than the sphere In 1892 the RFU made it compulsory for all rugby balls to be oval in shape so over the years they have been gradually flattening them to the required shape
Changing With The Times
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All rugby balls were traditionally made of brown leather but were like catching a boulder if they got wet as the leather would get water-logged So in 1980 the leather casing was replaced by synthetic waterproof materials which didn't drink all the water off the pitch like a thirsty camel That then gave the rugby balls a much better grip and much lighter making it a faster and more exciting game to watch
Rugby Ball Rules And Regulations
Nowadays rugby balls are still required by the RFU to be made with four pieces of material stitched together but with the help of machines doing all the work they can be made a lot quicker and mass produced The material is still made of leather and a variety of synthetic substances and the surface is dimpled for that extra grip. The regulation measurements for today's rugby ball are..... 28 - 30 cm (11 - 12in) long 58 - 62 cm (23 - 24 in) in circumference at its widest point 410 460 g (14 - 16 oz) in weight Inflated to 65.7 - 68.8 kpa (9.5 - 10.0psi) The modern rugby ball has come a very long way since the pigs bladder they use to kick about and there really is some superb examples on the market today So I have looked all over trying to find what I think are the top 3 rugby balls for sale but it is only my opinion As Well As Rugby Balls To Play The Game, Rugby Safety Equipment Is A Must To Play A Safer Game
And Here They Are...
Top 3 Rugby Balls on Sale
1. Canterbury Thrillseeker
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Canterbury Thrillseeker Rugby Ball Colour - Ceramic Blue Sizes - 4&5 Grain Grip - Improves handling. Submerged Valve - For increased flight accuracy. 2 Ply Rubber Blend Latex Bladder Aesthetic Pattern This is a great choice for those matches with friends in a park Its design made of rubberized textile promises that passes are smooth and handling the ball is comfortable My Rating - 8/10
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2. Gilbert Phonton Match Ball
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Gilbert Phonton Match Ball with a Standard grip and Patented Truflight Colours - Black/Royal - Fluro - Navy/Scarlet - Navy/Sky Sizes - 5 Standard grip. Truflight valve. 3 ply core spun polyester and cotton laminate. Functional rubber surface. Hand stitched. Level - senior club/schools. Conforms to World Rugby specifications. This Gilbert Phonton is a good solid ball with excellent grip in all weather, although I have noticed it tends to go down more often than the average rugby ball. My Rating - 9/10
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3. Rhino Vortex Elite
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Colour - Black/Red Fitted with In-Seam bladder with dual balance to produce a more accurate flight path Aerosensa grip technology D - senses air movement helping the ball to attain more lift and drag when in flight 4 Ply laminated construction Hand stitched Weight: 455 grams  Dimension: 75cm/58cm The Vortex Elite is a top-level rugby ball suitable for all rugby teams of most age groups.  It is the official match ball of the British and Irish Lions and is the official ball in the PRO 12 competition in the UK My Rating - 8/10
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Which Rugby Ball Do You Prefer?
I have to say that my favourite out of the top three rugby balls for sale I have shown you is the Gilbert Phonton Even though it has a tendency to deflate quicker than most I prefer the handling and the grip of it better than the other two If you have a favourite rugby ball here or even one that isn't on this list Feel free to let me know in the comment section below and share with others your best rugby balls SEE THE TOP 10 RUGBY SHOULDER PADS SEE THE TOP 10 RUGBY KICKING TEES SEE THE BEST SPORTS WATER BOTTLES
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arwenkenobi48 · 7 years
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Zabraks: Spy The Spy! Episode 1
This week on Spy the Spy! Seven Zabraks will spend a week living in a normal suburban house, but rumour has it that one of their own is a secret spy, planning against them. 
This week’s participants are Maul, Savage Opress, Feral, Viscus, Lash, Henki and Derevo.
Can they find the spy and bring this scoundrel to justice? Find out now, on Spy the Spy!
Day 1:
Maul and the other Zabraks arrived at the house and unpacked. They had previously been informed that one of them was a spy and everyone was wondering who it was. Once they’d all settled in, Viscus called a family meeting in the living room. “Ok, people, listen up!” He said in an official voice. “We’ve got one week to find the spy in our midst. Now, here are some rules: one, we mustn’t be paranoid. Fear can cloud our judgement. Two: don’t accuse anyone unless you have hard evidence. Got it?” “Yep,” Everyone nodded. 
Everyone except for Feral, that is. “Feral?” Viscus noticed the young Zabrak staring out the window, daydreaming. “Hello? Ground control to Major Feral!” Viscus announced. “Huh? Sorry, Viscus, I just saw a butterfly out the window,” Feral shrugged. Viscus, Maul and Savage facepalmed. Everyone else, however, became a little suspicious.
Later that morning, everyone was doing different things. Maul and Savage were playing Star Wars Battlefront 2, Henki was singing karaoke, Feral was playing Tattletail, and Lash was outside with Viscus, having a game of tennis. Lash was always a rather good at tennis, but this time he got hit twice in the head with a tennis ball and almost knocked himself out trying to defend himself from Viscus. 
“Oof!” He fell over backwards and lay in a heap on the lawn, seeing stars. “Lash, are you ok, buddy?” Viscus exclaimed. “Yeah, I’m ok,” Muttered Lash unsteadily. “Hey guys, how’s the tennis?” Asked Derevo. Derevo had been chatting to the others occasionally, but had been a bit of a loner. He seemed to be gaining a bit of confidence though. “Hey, you decided to speak,” smirked Lash. “Yeah, just thought I’d join in,” Shrugged Derevo. “I wish they’d invented tennis triples.” “There’s a first time for everything!” Grinned Viscus.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Henki had lost her voice from singing too many Taylor Swift songs and was watching Feral playing Tattletail. “So, Feral,” She said thoughtfully. “Any idea who the spy is?” “Not really,” Feral shrugged. “Why?” “Eh, I’m not one to judge, but I’d put my credits on Derevo,” she said. “He’s been spending a lot of time on his own, looking at a stone. I bet it’s a secret communication device!”
“Wow!” Feral looked pretty excited now. They both went downstairs and saw Derevo playing Battlefront 2, while everyone else watched and applauded. “Wow, Dev, you smashed my high score!” Savage laughed. “That is some crazy luck!” “Not luck, Savage, skill!” Derevo grinned. Lash’s stomach growled. “Oh man, I’m hungry.” He said, glancing at the clock, which was noon already. 
Everyone went into the kitchen and ate their lunch. After he’d finished his grilled cheese sandwich, Feral asked Savage, “So, brother, who do you think the spy is?” “I’m not sure, but I’ve got my eye on Derevo,” said Savage quietly. “His action have been inconsistent,” Maul agreed. “And there’s something about that stone he carries. I’m sure there’s something going on,” Derevo, who was eating some sushi, suddenly jumped to his feet and yelled “FIRE!” before seizing a bottle of water and draining it of its contents in seconds.
Everyone stared at him. “Derevo, I thought you were gonna attack us!” Henki shrieked. “What? No, it was my mouth that was on fire!” Derevo yelped. “I put too much wasabi on my sushi!” “It looks like guacamole to me,” said Feral. “It’s really not,” said Derevo, still a little breathless. “I’d only have a smidge if I were you.” But Feral had about half a spoonful of the stuff. His eyes went wide and his face went purple and he sank to his knees, making a noise like a deflating balloon. “Bweeeeeeeeee!”
Savage got him a glass of water and everyone waited anxiously until he was ok. “Feral, are you alright?” Asked Savage. “God, that stuff packs quite a punch!” Feral squeaked. “Well, I did warn you,” Derevo replied nonchalantly. His casualness raised everyone’s suspicions. “Derevo,” said Viscus thoughtfully. “I’m just gonna outright say it: are you the spy?” “For your information, no,” Derevo replied. “I’m just introverted, I guess,” “Aha! So you are the spy!” Feral exclaimed. “Introverted means ‘shy’, Feral,” Savage deadpanned. “Oh,” Feral pouted.
“Look, people, I’m not a spy, ok?”Derevo smiled innocently. “It’s not me.” With that, he turned on his iPod and went upstairs. Everyone watched him suspiciously. “Denial’s the clincher,” said Henki after a brief pause. “He’s the spy.” They decided to sneak upstairs and see what he was up to. Lash tiptoed along the hallway and put his ear to the bathroom door. He could hear Derevo humming inside. He would have burst in to interrogate him, but the door was locked, of course. “False alarm,” he told the others a minute or so later. “He’s just using the bathroom.”
The afternoon passed with seemingly no event. Unknown to Derevo, however, the other Zabraks had formed an alliance...and a plan. It was to be executed in the dark of the night. “It’s totally foolproof!” Henki insisted. “We’ll catch ‘em red handed! No offence.”
Later that night, Henki gently woke everyone up. Derevo happened to be her roommate and she had noticed he was missing. “Okay, people,” she whispered excitedly. “This is our chance(!)” Savage gently shook Feral’s shoulders. “Wake up, Feral,” he whispered. “I’m asleep,” muttered Feral, pulling the covers over his head. Savage sighed. “Stay awake, Feral. It’s for the greater good.”
Feral muttered something about ‘the greater good’ not being a thing if he couldn’t have his beauty rest, but reluctantly joined the others. Secretly, he didn’t think Derevo was the spy, but just a misfit, a bit like himself. Flashlights in hand, the Zabraks sneaked down the upstairs hallway in their pyjamas and heard Derevo speaking.
He was out on the balcony. “Shhh...” Henki put her finger to her lips. “Everyone stay quiet,” “I got a bad feeling about this...” muttered Viscus. Like Feral, he was a little uncertain that Derevo was the culprit. But any doubt he had quickly vanished when he and the others saw what Derevo was doing outside.
He was standing with that painted stone of his raised to his mouth, gazing at the sky, as what looked like missiles flew overhead. “It’s so wonderful,” he said in awe. “Mom, dad, I wish you could see this.” Henki was the first to react. “STOP HIM!” She yelled, Derevo had no time to react. All six Zabraks ran toward him and rugby tackled him to the floor.
“So it is you!” Maul exclaimed. “We all knew you were up to something!” At that moment, Viscus looked up. “Those aren’t missiles, Maul,” he said. “It’s a meteor shower.” “I know!” Derevo protested. “All I did was come outside to watch it and you think I’m the spy!?” “You were using that stone to contact somebody!” Savage pointed out. “No, I wasn’t!” Derevo protested. “I only wish my parents could see the phenomenon, that’s all. I never even knew them.” 
“Guys, he’s not kidding,” said Maul, who could tell right away. “Awww...” Murmured everyone. “Well, if Derevo’s not the spy, then who is?” Asked Viscus, breaking up the moment. Everyone turned to look at Henki, who had basically started this whole shenanigan. “Ehh, anyone want some milk?” She grinned.
To be continued...
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