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elisaphoenix13 · 4 years

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Irresistible Desire

The bar was loud tonight. Quill was out with some work buddies and they were all still wearing their station shirts which had attracted quite a few women to their table in the first hour they were there. A couple of the guys ended up with a lady in their laps but still laughed when Quill turned every single one away watching them leave with a pout. It was what brought up the next question from Wolfe.

"How come we haven't met your boy toy yet?"

Quill huffs. "Because you call him my boy toy."

"Am I wrong?" Wolfe cackles and Quill throws a wadded up napkin at him. "What?! You're always mooning over him and telling us how pretty he is. Have you ever heard the phrase 'Love is blind'?"

Smith points to Wolfe as he looks at Quill. "He has a point. He could be ugly for all we know."

"Smith, even a straight playboy like you would be jealous." Quill smirks and takes a swig of his beer.

The guys laugh when Smith scoffs something along the lines of 'fat chance' and they order another round of beers as they laugh amongst themselves. The subject changed from Quill's spouse to embarrassing stories that the celestial unfortunately had one or two of already, one of them the others didn't consider embarrassing though. They had the garage open while working on the trucks when a couple of girls came by asking for help with their car. They had a flat tire so Quill offered his help and lifted the car to place the jack…

"...and his shirt rips clean off!" Sanchez recounts the story loudly to the girls and other patrons that stood around their table. "Quill ended up tossing the shirt and helping these chicks with their car, and they were drooling the entire time!"

"Okay asshole," Quill starts. "How about when you stuck a metal fork in the toaster?! I'm awful in the kitchen and even I know not to do that!"

Sanchez blushes. "I watched you burn water!"

"At least I own up to my faults." Quill grins.

"I'm just glad you have one." Wolfe says.

Quill laughs and takes another swig of his beer, stopping when he looks across the room at the bar. Directly in his line of sight was an ass perfectly clad in jeans that hugged every bit of said ass and legs, and Quill set his bottle down with a smug grin. The figure was bent over the bar with a beer bottle in hand, and everything out on display for Quill's viewing pleasure. Smith had noticed his change of focus and followed his gaze to the figure at the bar before looking back at the god with a raised brow.

"Uh...Quill? What happened to being happily married?"

"I can still look." Quill smiles and sits up a little before calling out, "Hey baby, did you sit in sugar? Because you got a sweet ass!"

Everyone at the table looks at Quill in bewilderment when he starts using terrible pick up lines, and Smith hits his arm. He says something about how he was taking his looking too far, but the god ignored him and smiled when the figure didn't even turn. Fine, he would play this game.

"Are you butt dialing? Because I swear that ass is calling!" Quill calls again and snickers when the figure finally straightens.

"What the fuck Quill!" Sanchez hisses.

"Relax. It's harmless flirting." Quill says with a wave to his friend.

By now everyone was watching curiously.

"Hey baby, as long as I have a face, you'll have a place to sit!" Quill says loudly and half the people around him groan.

But it did the trick. The figure turned to look at him and honey gold eyes settled on the firefighter before the man grabbed his beer and slowly made his way over. Once the focus of Quill's attention and catcalling stops at their table, the celestial gives him a lopsided smile.

"How about you take a seat? My lap's open." Quill says, ignoring the judgemental look he's getting from Wolfe as the man smiles and rounds the table to slide into his lap.

"Will you stop with the awful pick up lines now?" The man asks.

Quill sighs dramatically and wraps a muscle thick arm around his waist. "I guess."

He picks up his beer and takes another swig as his fellow firefighters gape at him. When Wolfe dives for the god's cell phone, Quill doesn't even try to stop him.

"This is uncool. I'm calling your boy."

Quill shrugs. "Fine. See if I care."

Wolfe scowls and unlocks Quill's phone and looks through it, finally finding Scott's number and hitting the call button. A few moments later, the man reaches back into his back pocket after lifting his hips and pulls out his phone. He turns the screen toward the table to show Quill's contact photo showing as his phone rings, and Wolfe ends the call as he and everyone else gape. It had Scott and Quill bursting into hysterics.

When Quill finally calmed down enough, he motioned toward the younger male in his lap. "Guys, this is Scott, my better half. Scott, those three are my work buddies. Everyone else is just good company."

"Damn, you really are pretty for a guy." Smith finally says.

Sanchez studies Scott. "You look pretty young. What are you? Twenty-five?"

"Add ten years." Scott says with a smile and drinks some of his own beer.

"What the hell?! What's your secret?!" Sanchez gawks.

"Sex." Scott answers casually and Quill chokes on his next swig of beer.

It wasn't a lot, but Quill never expected Scott to admit it so bluntly. While his husband was definitely the bearer of their combined remaining shame, saying that was a surprise. It was usually Quill before getting hit by Scott for sharing. He supposed he was becoming a bad influence on him.

The other firefighters only laughed and fell into easy conversation, Scott of course telling even more embarrassing stories about Quill that happened at home. One was about their newest family member. Quill was wondering in the back of his mind who was keeping an eye on him, and he figured it was probably Cassie. Flynn couldn't be left alone by himself, otherwise they would come home to a trashed floor as well as a screaming fox.

There were already plenty of stories with Flynn. Like the time after Quill first went to work after bringing him home. The kit was so excited to see him when he got home that he jumped up to climb the celestial, but he hadn't jumped high (or low) enough...and ended up headbutting Quill right in his family jewels.

It was already a running joke that a Celestial could be brought to his knees by a baby fox.

Quill was already covering his face from the first story and the raucous laughter that followed and Scott was starting a second story. Specifically the one about the sliding glass door to the balcony on the family floor. Quill had been talking to Sam and they were standing by the doors. He went to lean against the door, but instead just completely fell over, not realizing the door had been open.

Sam still gives him shit about it. Whenever anyone opens the sliding glass door, he turns to find Quill and loudly announces 'The balcony door is open Spacecase! Be careful!' to which the god always flips him off.

Thankfully, Spacecase is a nickname that could easily be interpreted as Airhead, so no one questioned it when Scott said it. They were too busy laughing like retarded seals anyway.

"Hey, you gonna air out all my dirty laundry to these assholes?" Quill complains as he holds Scott closer.

The younger grins. "Laundry! That's another story!" Scott ignores Quill's groan as he lays his forehead on his spouse's shoulder. "His first attempt at laundry ended in a miracle. His second attempt? He put in too much soap so our laundry room was filled with bubbles! Tony laughed his ass off and Flynn had fun." Scott grins.

Smith raises an eyebrow. "Who does your laundry Quill?"

Quill clears his throat with a blush. "Our daughter. Sometimes Scott when he's not busy."

"Cooks?"

"Same." Quill mumbles.

"If you can't cook or do laundry, what the hell do you do?" Wolfe asks.

The Celestial's heart squeezes in his chest. That was a good question. He was a disaster when it came to household chores and whatnot. Sure, he brought in a little bit of money now that he was one of two Captains (he moved up in rank pretty quickly because of his strength and abilities), but was that all he did? Helping move furniture around (or lifting it) so Cassie could vacuum sounded kind of lame, and he couldn't say he regularly fucked his husband into the mattress.

"He protects us." Scott says. "Not just me and Cassie but the rest of us."

"Babe." Quill warns and the younger turns his head to look at him.

"They deserve to know. You're responsible for them now."

Quill deflates. Scott was right. It was one thing when he was a run of the mill firefighter, but now he was their captain. There had already been times when he did something that had them curious, and it was starting to get harder and harder to spin a story about why he was so freakishly strong. So with a nod, he closes the table's tab and has the other three men follow him somewhere out of public eyes (the girls with Smith and Sanchez pouted when they left), and then turns to look at them.

"You guys already know I'm an Avenger." Quill starts and they nod.

"Yeah. You still haven't told us your special abilities or whatever." Sanchez gripes.

"In a way I'm on par with Thor." The god explains. "Just...don't freak out."

After a deep breath, Quill wills his light into his hands, and the three men swear quietly and take a step back, before looking at their captain. To Quill's relief, there wasn't fear, but rather there was excitement and surprise instead.

"You're the Living Beacon?!" Smith sputters and Quill gives him a look.

"The WHAT?! What the fuck kind of name is that?!" Scott snickers from behind him. "It's Starlord, alright?!"

"Okay, okay." Wolfe says. "So what's your story?"

"I was born with these powers. I'm what's called a Celestial. A god."

Sanchez gives him a look. "A god? Like Thor and Loki?"

"They're not gods. That's just what Loki calls them whenever he decides to have a power trip. They can die. I can't. At least not unless you find my core...which I have hidden."

"Well that explains a lot." Smith muses. "I thought I saw your eyes glow last week."

Quill nods. "Yeah, that's my Gaze. It lets me look in on Scott and the girls. I'm still expanding that. I can heal myself and others, you've obviously seen my powers on the news or something...and what Scott said his secret was…it's true."

His three friends stare at him for all of ten seconds before bursting into hysterical laughter.

"Your dick is the literal fountain of youth!" Sanchez cackles.

Quill rolls his eyes. "Alright, alright. Get it out of your system."

He instantly regretted saying that. The three men got out all of the insinuations and innuendos they could think of at the time and it was surprisingly quite a few. While they laughed, Quill's phone started to ring and he answered it and held it up to his ear…

...only to quickly pull it away and wince. There was screaming on the other end, and Quill knew it well enough to know that it was not human. In fact, it was Flynn. He was probably starting to notice that Quill didn't come home at his usual time and was kicking up a fuss.

"Papa...please come home. He's been like this for the past twenty minutes and nothing is helping." Cassie complains.

"We'll be home soon Sunshine. Try giving him one of my shirts?"

"I tried. He actually glared at me and got louder."

Quill chuckles. "Hang in there for a few more minutes." He hangs up and looks at his work buddies who had finally calmed down. At least enough. "We have to go home. My kit is throwing a tantrum."

"Sure. See you in a couple of days." Wolfe says as he snickers. "Try not to infantize your husband in the meantime."

They burst into hysterics again as Quill walks away with an arm around Scott's shoulders, and holds up his other hand to flip them off. They got home within twenty minutes, and Flynn almost instantly quieted when Quill stepped off the elevator.

The little shit ended up bringing Quill to his knees again though.

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dustofinsanity · 5 years

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𝑈𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝟡

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Chan / Reader ft Felix ㅤㅤㅤ Fantastic AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 3.1k

Summary: Hurt by what she saw, Y/n decides to distance herself from Chan and help Felix on her own. But how can you help a foreign student with his korean skills when you’re a cat?

Content/Warning: Comedy, fluff/romance, angst .

Inspired by: 100 Deeds for Eddie McDowd

Gif credit: @spearbe

Previous part / Last part

Curled up into a ball on Seungmin's lap, not paying attention to Changbin and Jisung who were staring at me, probably trying to find why I was acting so cold with Chan for three days, I was thinking about my next mission and how I could help the lovable Felix. And for once, I wanted to do it alone. Chan knew my new mission had showed up, he noticed my reaction when I saw the white light around the cute boy that Felix was, but he didn't knew who I had to help this time, I didn't tell him. Actually, I wanted to prove to myself that I could accomplish a mission on my own and... I didn't want to be around Chan, lately, it hurt too much. "Did you change her food?" Wooyoung asked, pretty concerned about the fact I looked that sad. "She maybe ate something bad." "No, I still buy her the same tuna box." Chan shrugged, leaning a bit to pet me but I stood up and went on Hyunjin's lap. "See?! I can't touch her! She doesn't even want to sleep in my bed anymore. She stays on the chair at my desk or on the top of the closet." "But she still comes back to your house?" Jeongin inquired, petting my head softly. "Yes but she don't want to go in my bag. She leaves the house before me in the morning and walks all the way back home when school is over." "I don't know what you did, hyung, but she's really pissed off at you." Hyunjin chuckled slightly, petting me and making me purr. "Did something change in your life lately? I read that, sometimes, pets don't like change." "Nothing!" Chan exclaimed, lifting his arms up. A cynical sigh parted my lips and, without looking at the boys, I left the group, quickly followed by Goku who asked me what was happening. What was happening? Chan was a liar! That was what was happening! Nothing changed in his life?! Lie! Something changed, something new came into his life and that "something" had a cute face with a lovely smile and long black curly hair! That was what was happening! I didn't tell Chan I saw him with that girl when I came back from the club. I didn't tell him I saw the way they looked and smiled at each other or the hug they shared before she left. I didn't want to tell him I thought my heart stopped when I saw them in front of his house. I didn't want to admit I hated that girl because I couldn't be her. Goku was still asking what was happening but I didn't listen to him, trying to find my new mission through all the students. When I saw Felix with the white light the first time, I immediately remembered who he was and what I did to him, finding myself, or at least the girl I was before, more and more disgusting. Felix was a foreign student who had some difficulties to learn Korean that was why I bullied him everyday, making him repeat a lot of times what he said, mocking his accent or saying a retarded monkey could speak better than him -Yeah, yeah, I know, I was a bitch, no need to remind me that fact.-. "Come on, Boo! Tell me what happ-" "Stop, Goku!" I cut him off angrily, turning back to him and freezing when, from afar, I saw the girl and her friends sit with the boys. I focused back on the dog and felt bad when I saw his flat ears and the sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, big boy, I didn't want to yell at you but... I need to be alone. I'm not in the mood for talking or even being with people. So, please, go back with the boys." Lowering his head, the dog nodded and went back to the group, snuggling against his owner's chest who hugged him tightly. A smile stretched my lips and I felt happy to know that my canine friend had an awesome owner like the cute Jeongin. Gazing at them, I saw Felix from the corner of my eyes and focused back on my mission. Fortunately for me, it was the lunch break so I had about two hours in front of me to find a solution to his problem. But how to help someone with his language skills when you're just a cat? "And she said this mission would be easy." I sighed, thinking of the witch and running behind the school, sneaking into the vent I already went through few times -Yeah, remember! When I fell into Chan's classroom! Yeah, that vent!-. "I'll know the ventilation pipes by heart after all of this." It wasn't that hard to find Felix, I just had to follow his scent, that was close to Hyunjin's by the way. Moreover, I knew he was going to the library school because I already followed him and it was a habit of his to go to this place when he had spare time. So, I was crawling through the vent when I heard three voices that made me smile immediately, three voices I knew and missed a bit. Heart beating faster, I sped up and stopped right above the girls bathroom, seeing my friends, Nayeon, Yoona and Sooyoung entering the white tiled room. They were, as usual, so pretty with their fancy clothes and perfect makeup. Oh, Nayeon changed her hair colour, it suited her so well! "Did you get some news about Y/n?" She asked, checking her look in the mirror. Awww, there were worried about me. That was so cu- "No and it's perfect like that." Yoona coldly said, adjusting her lipstick. "No one misses her, she would be better to stay wherever the fuck she is." "I really hope she won't come back." Sooyoung added, winding a hair curler under her bangs. "It almost made me sick to see her everyday." "I liked to see her everyday..." Nayeon pouted, making the two other girls stare at her and me smile a bit, relieved to know that one of them was since- "Because I enjoyed seeing her think she was like us." She laughed, followed by her friends. "She was so stupid!" Yoona laughed louder, trying to keep her mascara in place. "Honestly, who the hell did she think she was? Okay, her mother is pretty rich but... Please! She just owns a small estate agency! Nothing really serious." "I wonder how Eunhyuk could be interested in her." Sooyoung replied, grabbing a perfume from her bag. "Interested?!" Yoona repeated, looking at her friend before laughing once again. "He wasn't interested by her, he just pitied her! Like all of us, when I think about it. But now, he will have more time for me. He's already forgot Y/n, by the way." "You know, when I heard that Chan had a thing for her, I was pretty sad for him." Nayeon said, making her friends open wide their eyes and ask why, saying he didn't deserve much better than the stupid girl I was. "That's the point! Can you imagine how bad you could feel when you realise you don't deserve better than Y/n?" The three girls burst into laughter and, after checking their clothes and makeup, left the bathroom, pushing a young student who just entered the place. Mouth agape and eyes wide open, I stayed still, not believing what I just heard. How can they say that after all I did for them, after all the gifts I offered them, after all the time we spent together? So that was what they thought about me, about the one they called their "perfect princess"? Eunhyuk, my mother, Chan and now the ones I was used to call my three best friends... Why did all the people I loved lie to me? Clenching my teeth and holding back my tears, I shook my head and focused back on Felix's scent, hoping that helping him would also help me to forget my "friends" words, without really believing it was even possible. After few minutes, I finally found the cute student, sitting on the floor between two library shelves, surrounded by books, his face in his hands and his shoulders moving to the rhythm of his sobs. Seeing him like that broke my heart more than what it already was. Grabbing the grate of the vent between my teeth, I removed it and jumped into the library, right in front of Felix who jumped in fear, his puffy eyes wide open. "Not the best time of our lives, right?" I whined, coming closer to him and climbing on his lap before snuggling against his torso. "What are you doing here, Boo?" "Living the worst day of my life." Slowly, I stood up on my hind legs and placed my paws on his shoulders, letting all the tears I was holding back since the beginning of all of this without trying to hold them. I cried even louder when he softly wrapped his arms around my tiny body and engulfed his face in the fur of my neck, crying too. And that was exactly what we both needed, someone to cry with, someone who could understand our pain without knowing the reason. Someone to share our sadness with, without saying anything. And I was glad we were that someone for each other. We stayed like that for what seemed to be an eternity before I pulled away slowly and licked his nose, giving him a sweet smile he probably couldn't see. Wiping his tears away with the back of his blue hoodie sleeve, he chuckled, amused by what I just did. "You look so much better with a smile on your face, sweetheart." I almost whispered before turning to the books he was reading, noticing he used pretty difficult manuals to learn Korean. "Oh dear Lord of stray cats, you don't help yourself with these books, Felix." Making him open wide his eyes, I closed the manuals one after another and grabbed his shoelace, untying it involuntarily when I pulled on it. "Follow me, shweetheart." I tried to articulate with the fabric in my mouth, still pulling on it. "I'll show you better booksh to learn Korean. Trusht me, it will be eashier for you." "Do you want to show me something, Boo?" He asked, opening wide his eyes again when I energetically nodded. Then, I dropped his shoelace and walked to another library shelf where he could find really interesting books, looking behind me to make sure he was following me. In this one, there were manuals, or mostly novels, that were translate both in English and Korean, lines joining words with each others. It was because of these books that I improved my English skills. Jumping on the bookshelf, I patted the books Felix had to read and chuckled when I saw the expression on his face. It was true that a normal cat didn't act that way but... Hey! I wasn't a normal cat, I was Boo, a very special cat! Looking at me with brows raised, Felix grabbed a book and quickly read it before looking back at me, another smile lighting up his adorable face. "Did someone already tell you, you're the best cat on Earth?" Felix asked me, putting back the book on the shelf and taking me in his arms, making me rub my head against his chin and purr like an old bike. "It sounds better when you're the one who says it, sweetheart." "I think Boo found another lover." Someone chuckled behind us. "Oh, hi, hyung!" Felix jumped slightly, bowing in front of Changbin before noticing Jisung, Wooyoung and Chan were here too. "Hi, hyungs." "You cried again, didn't you?" Changbin frowned, seeing Felix's red eyes. "Yes." He sighed, lowering his head and lifting it up quickly, a lovely smile across his lips. "But Boo came and helped me to feel better. She even showed me books to read Korean. Your cat is very special, Chan hyung." "I know." My human sadly smiled, gazing at me. "Which books did she show you?" He then asked, tilting his head on the side to read the titles on the backs of the novels. "Y/n read them sometimes." He whispered, smiling softly and making the other stare at him. "I heard she wanted to improve her English skills so I put a note in her locker, telling her those ones could help her." "Did she know it was you?" Felix asked, pretty curious. "If she knew, she wouldn't read the books." Changbin answered instead of his friend. "You really loved Y/n." Wooyoung smiled friendly at Chan who only shrugged, cheeks turning a bit red, before coming closer to Felix to take me in his arms. But, before he could touch me, I jumped from my sweetheart's arms to the top of a bookshelf, saying to Chan I should leave quickly before someone could see me without looking at him. Then, I crawled back into the vent and, tears coming back in my eyes, ran through the vent, not paying attention to the sound I could make. When I finally went outside the building, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, thinking my heart was about to explode in my ribcage. I hated that day! I hated all the things I heard and learned! I hated the way Chan looked at me! I hated all the feelings I felt! I hated everything! And it wasn't going to get better... Opening my eyes, I noticed the witch at her usual place, on the parking place, behind a bus. I knew what she was going to say and, honestly, I didn't know if I wanted to hear that. "You almost done all your missions, Y/n. How do you feel?" "I knew better." I shrugged, sitting at her feet, looking straight in front of me. "Can I ask you something?" "Let me guess. You want to know what will happen when you're finished your missions, right?" She smirked, making a cup of tea, the one I already saw few times, appear in her hands. "No, I don't care about that for now." I replied, looking at some students who were talking and laughing together, remembering how fake my friends were with me when I was still human. "I just want to know what will happen if I don't do all my missions or if I fail the last one." "Do you want to give up?" She almost choked on her drink, raising a brow. "Just tell me." "You'll die." She dropped, making me look at her with eyes wide open. "Well, you won't really die but you'll stay as a cat and the Y/n your family and friends knew will die. They won't find your body but yeah, Y/n will be dead for them." "And if I do all my missions?" "Do you really think I'm that stupid?" "I tried." I smirked, looking playfully at her. "I'm sorry, Y/n." The witch replied before crouching next to me. "Well, no, I'm not really sorry but we will pretend I am. Anyway! Except that you'll find your human form back, I can't tell you what will happen if you accomplish all your missions. If I tell you, the answer could change your mind." "Change my mind?" I repeated, frowning at her, not understanding what she meant. "Nothing could change my mind. I want my true form back. I want to be me again." "I can't say anything, Y/n. But... There's something I can tell you and trust me when I say I'm really sorry because I really am. Your last mission will be the most difficult one, you will have to make a choice, a sacrifice. A hard one. You will have to help someone to move on. And the ending of all of this will depend on your decision." Losing my patience, I opened my mouth to tell her -Or maybe order her, oops.- to tell me what was on her mind but, before I could say anything, she disappeared, making me yell that I hated her. Well, actually, it killed me to say that but I didn't really hate that witch. Okay, she was pretty annoying, pretending she was mysterious when she was just sadistic but, without her, none of this would happen. Without her bloody curse, I wouldn't meet my awesome boys and Goku -Because yes, I liked that dog!-. Without this extraordinary experience, I wouldn't know the truth about some people I loved or saw as my friends. Without all of this, I wouldn't spend all this moments with Chan. My Chan. I couldn't deny it, my magic stupid dumbass human helped me to open my eyes and, above all, my heart. Without knowing it, he showed me who I really was and all the good things I could do for people. By his side, I learned how to enjoy simple moments -And tuna.- and how to love. How to love someone so much that it hurt not being able to tell him or make him understand. "That's why I hate you!" I growled in space, hoping the witch could hear me. "Once I'll get my true form back, I'll make you pay!" "What did she do, this time?" Chan asked behind me. "Nothing." I sighed, lowering my head and trying to stay calm. "Please, Y/n, tell me what's happening with you." He almost begged, sitting behind me. "I tried to understand what I did wrong but I need your help. Tell me what I did and I promise, it won't happen again." Slowly, I turned to him, about to dive in his arms and say he did nothing wrong. Actually, I was the one who overreacted, the stupid gi... cat who was too jealous and proud to admit it. But, when I landed my eyes on his beautiful face, I froze, petrified and heart racing, immediately understanding the witch's words. The choice, the sacrifice... My hardest mission was right in front of me.

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themagnumnopus-blog · 6 years

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You have delusions of persecution and worms in your brain

As promised to a friend. How bad could I possibly be?

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A Prologue To More: Weep for you have failed.“I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself." - Oscar Wilde

You lack originality and you couldn't be funny if you tried.

At least between the two of us, even with worms in my head, I know something's there.

You're a fool without compare and I'll kick your derriere in any conversation you can bring. You are a whining little brat that is so flat you couldn't think of any way to fight what I say. You are vapid in the head without a thought behind or to your conviction, you have already proven that by using your own contradiction, your hypocrisy is plain and you failed to come at me with a brain. You simply have an addiction to your stupidity as anyone that reads this can see. You can't stand in a debate or even speculate that you can against me, because of your propensity to lie. If you think that you might win I beg you think again because I'm really quite a nice gal or guy. I mock and shame you. I unlike you do not seek to defame you. I simply state what I see, you must have a reason you're afraid of what I say. So I will say it louder and say it prouder because you try to take my voice away.

re·tard - delay or hold back in terms of progress, development, or accomplishment.

Now if you think you have a chance come forth to let us have a dance. If I'm really a fool I can't win but you've lost before you've started and I assert you're retarded and that you simply retard whatever argument you make. I do not seek to offend you but if you think that you can seek to quiet me, you simply seek to retard society. Well hey, what do you say? I say I'll take you any day and indeed will take you any time. Oh, yes. Let me wait. It's fine. I just get more time to strengthen my debate, I don't mind. Gather whatever you might, a fool's facts are my delight, they're so easy to debunk and I'll just cut your argument down chunk by chuck. For every inch in the arena, you think you'll take I will beat you back, yard by yard. With a club of facts, I'll beat you back all the way to denial and laugh all the while. You are simply an unarmed child.

I win.

Prove that I have "delusions of persecution" , whatever you might mean by that, prove that I am of a race or gender or sex that I have talked about, defended and furthermore prove me wrong. If it's a delusion it is self-evident in the real world that I'm wrong. Whatever you think I'm wrong about. Even if you prove that I am one of the groups I defended you've done nothing but waste your time. This isn't about me or you as a person it's about our ideas.

A quote I love and it fits perfectly here, it's been attributed to a lot of people but the contents are so exacting here it's hilarious. "Great Minds Discuss Ideas; Average Minds Discuss Events; Small Minds Discuss People." - Eleanor RooseveltFace Me in the Arena: A few thousand words about the ten that could not quiet me. Part One: The BallThere is a term for when a debate or conversation over ideas political or otherwise brakes down into name calling and attacks on character. It's commonly accepted that if you have to resort to name calling or attacks on the character of your opponent you have lost. You've attacked me like a coward and now I have sympathy from whoever sees that. Your small minded hateful message you tried to quite me with has now backfired. You have tied the knot, put it around your neck and I have just pushed you off. To beat me you now have to get back on my level and try to take me off whatever high ground I clearly occupied. Good luck. You have played me an easy win by not playing the game but attacking the player. This is your penalty. You lose.That is why I always stay civil and try to approach a conversation from a neutral and objective perspective. Never claim something you can't prove when it comes to political and real-world philosophical beliefs. If I say that the West has a problem with misandry, I promise I have a reason to believe so and that proof can be found, if I say that socialism is creating fascists, the same, if say that anti-white sentiment is creating anti-white extremists and in turn creating white supremacists, you darn dootally better believe I can more then likely prove it. Buuuuuuuuut now I don't have to, the burden is on you, you poor little cretin. You have attacked me. You now have to prove me wrong or be laughed at as an idiot. The best part is I know you can't or you would have A) tried to do so publicly or B) sent proof. As to what you're calling me names over, hilariously, I don't know. I don't know what your upset over. I don't need to now through by simple fact you have shot anything you say in the foot by attacking me like a petulant child with name calling and baseless accusations.You have given me the ball by failing your argument before you've even tried to make it. If you have no way to disprove my statements then you have to attack me, discredit me, try to make me be quiet? How weak is your point of view, your argument, your belief in what you have to say that you can't defend it? How weak is it that you're afraid to talk with someone who you claim has worms in their head. What? Are afraid to lose to some you clearly think is stupid?Part 2: Hy·poc·ri·sy I bet money you claim to be against bullies, against oppression, maybe you call yourself a good person and think that you have the right to say the above. You have said what you have to me because of a difference of opinion. I think that you are the worst kind of person because of this.“Of all the tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under the omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber barons cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” - C. S. LewisYou have every right to say whatever you please, you really do in my opinion but I'll be damned if you have the right or think you have the right to try and keep people silent based on a difference of opinion. If you think I have a complex, it should be so self-evident that you have absolute proof and objective truth to the contrary, no matter what it is. I think you're projecting and have a victim complex, you are not the target of anyone least of all me. I don't care about you, your narrative or your emotional situation. What? Do you have a sob story? I'll give you a better one that I can prove. I'm here for the truth, willing to change my point of view for facts and proof. If you don't like it? Tough shit. I don't care. I will not be dissuaded by emotional pleas. If you have proof use it. Now is the time.I have never sent hate mail, I have never blocked anyone (not even the person that sent this), this is the first hate mail I've ever had sent to me and I state and stand by for a fact that I cannot be made afraid by pathetic cowards that can't even make a statement. I will gut you like this if you send anon hate to me. It will be public and I will laugh at you and everyone else that reads it will laugh at you. You have no power here or anywhere else, least of all over me. I am no one's enemy. If you come to me in good faith and as a human to another human for an honest conversation, public or private, I'm willing to talk and be friendly. You get what you put in with me.Part 3: I Laugh at Thee“Freedom of speech is not only the right to say as you please, it is also the right to have what you say contested, and where it does not accord with reason - refuted, or with sense - ridiculed.” - David Joseph Cribbin, father crowI and anyone else reading has watched your ten unprovable, undefendable, small-minded words be turned into thousands against you and is laughing with me at you right now. You look like a twit, I have made a twit of you and you deserve it. You have run into my arena an unarmed opponent and been gutted for it. I'm not sorry to anyone, most of all you. If you think that I can be refuted then do so. I have every right to offend you with what I say, though it is not my intention, the truth can be offensive sometimes and as a human, you need to learn how to deal with that. I am a human of liberty and...“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” - George OrwellPart 4: Why I Gut You.“The problem with today’s world is that everyone believes they have the right to express their opinion AND have others listen to it. The correct statement of individual rights is that everyone has the right to an opinion, but crucially, that opinion can be roundly ignored and even made fun of, particularly if it is demonstrably nonsense!” - Brian CoxI condemn in my harshest and most potent terms any and all people who prompt, advocate for or send messages like this to anyone regardless of what you think. Never hate or hate bomb anyone, ever, for any for any reason. Again ever. You give them absolute power and make yourself look like the villain, I have garnered sympathy and ran hundreds of words against this person already and I'm not even done yet, I'm lambasting and laughing at their poorly thought out insult to prove a point. They came to me so anything I do at this point is justified in the eyes of anyone looking at this. If you read this I'm sorry you misstepped and fell on a land mine face first. You came to me to get this.I make fun of you because your pitiful attempt at silencing me is in and of itself demonstrable nonsense and makes you look weak. Bullies are generally weak, using fear and work using crowd based courage and/or anonymity to strike at people that they can't actually fight and win or are not sure they can fight and win. I will never be silenced by cowards, my mind will be changed by humans that can prove what they believe and do not have to resort to childish small-minded attacks on character. Especially one so ill-founded. I will listen to anyone who wishes to speak with me as a person. BUT even to my attacker above, I still offer the hand freely, come talk to me, privet or public. Seriously. About whatever you have a problem with me over. We can sort it out. You had a reason to think this was okay, which it never is but I would actually love to hear it. Again I don't care if you apologize or not, that's not my concern. I beyond what you might think am just an honest person that honestly wants to talk, change minds and have us grow. Childish things like this hate message retard us as a society, as a people, as the human race.Part 5: I Pick My Battles“To a coward, courage always looks like stupidity.” - Bill MaherSome people may think I'm stupid for taking the stance I do on bullies and bullying, on hate. Just block people, just do this, just do that, etc. I don't care what other people do to shitty little bullies but are they going away? No, they aren't. They are going to bully someone else that might not be able to take it, until you challenge them, make them realize how they look and have everyone laugh at them. People generally don't like being mean to other people but they don't realize is that that doesn't stop cretins like this, challenge them. They think they are in the right. Prove them wrong.I'm a really nice person but in order to be worth the respect I offer freely, you have to treat me with the respect I deserve as a human. I have no problem putting down this type of person or putting myself out in the open while I do. Don't let these people threaten you, put them out in the open and laugh at them while you challenge them. Demand proof. If they had the proof they would use it but they don't and even if they did have proof of me or anyone else being specifically anything then they also have to prove that the bias they accuse you of exist. Refute the proof, provide counterproof and make counter accusations. I'll prove without reasonable doubt this person has a victim complex about the time they prove I have "delusions of persecution." For me, it just doesn't stick and I know it doesn't. I treat everyone with the same even-handed respect I expect. So instead of wasting hours trying to prove I fall into the groups, I talk about, to simply still be at square one again when I say 'Okay. Whatever. Now, prove me wrong.' Just make a statement and provide some level of proof. It's not personal. You don't need to make it personal.I never attack a person or people. Definitely not when I can fight an idea and this is exactly why. Even if you win in that respect and sway people to not like me based on character, that's not enough to win. You're costing yourself the war. You have won a battle that you and a fraction of a percent of people care about. If you win that battle and somehow prove I'm a card-carrying member of the kkk or some such nonsense. You've wasted time and energy that could have been used trying to beat my point and you still have to beat it. Call me a pedo, call me a Nazi, call me any insult, make any kind of accusation and I'll just say 'Prove it' and wait. Then if, well, when you can't I'll just call you a liar and you know you have to try and win that back. All before you even start to work on my end of the debate. I'm a smart person, I pick my battles and give no ground to anyone without cost. Without exacting, bloody, and hilarious cost. While people juggle narratives I trip them up with facts. Fight me in a fair and even exchange of political ideas and you might just prove a point. As far as your ten-word attempt goes, even if you prove I have a complex of my own and actually am stupid what you don't realize is . . . you now have to beat the idiot. I hope I've made it plain and painfully clear how hard that's going to be.Part 6: Here's The Close“Everyone has the right to freedom of opinion and expression; this right includes freedom to hold opinions without interference and to seek, receive and impart information and ideas through any media and regardless of frontiers.” - United Nations, Universal Declaration of Human RightsI only seek to hold opinions without interference as I also seek to receive and impart information. I have done nothing in the above other than impart knowledge and nothing that could be constrained by the rules that govern the civil world. Welcome to humanity those who make it here, come and talk. Drop me a supportive message or a difference of opinion, I welcome all and if you're not comfortable talking to me directly simply drop a message in as an anon, I will never disable it or my asks. I will never block anyone. Just be prepared to talk civilly. If you don't like what I say, you are free to leave or personal preference on my end express distaste. I don't want to be stuck in an echo chamber like whoever sent me the hate mail and thought it was okay.If I can take ten off-handed words and stretch that into an almost three-thousand-word public chastisement. Only six words short actually. Now if I can do that, what do you think I can do to a bad argument? Again though we could just not. Anyone, as said, can come to me and talk with respect, invite some much-needed dialogue. Never know but in the end, it is your choice. Not mine.Last quote...“You can't expect someone to understand your journey, when they've hardly lived one of their own.” - Nikki Rowe, Once a Girl, Now a WomanYou don't know me but you could so I will offer in honesty and with respect. Join my journey going forward, let's talk. Door's open to anyone. :)

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The Uchihas

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Chapter 2

The bell rang, I could only assume because everybody suddenly got up and started leaving the classroom. I took one earbud out of my ear.

Yup..Seemed like it.

I got up and grabbed my bag and wrapped it over my right shoulder before grabbing my pencil case. My nose started itching and damn did I regret not putting the pencil case in the bag.

“Sasuke!” It was the first time I was glad to see the white haired fucker.

“Scratch my nose” I said.

“I am surprised you didn’t ask me to just hold the pencil case..” Suigetsu’s reached for my nose, but I backed off.

“Bloody hell-” I pushed my pencil case in his chest before scratching my nose.

“Yeah that hits the spot” I moaned too loud. This is why people think I am weird.

We walked outside, I was glad lunch break was around the corner because I had pringles in my bag and it has been calling me all day together with that can of Monster energy. The sky was clear, but the sun was hidden behind a big white cloud. We sat down on the bench, and I put my legs on each side of it.

“Smile” Suigetsu grabbed his camera. I think the only reason he ever hung out with me was because nobody liked the school paparazzi. He is hated almost as bad as I am. However, since I barely showed up and didn’t know his ties with the school paper. I had no clue how annoying he was. I tried pushing him away by being my usual asshole self, but he didn’t flinch. It only added to my assumption of him being a retard.

“You didn’t smile” Suigetsu said, looking back at the picture.

“Why are you trying to break your camera by making pictures of me?” I asked, opening my bag and grabbing the pringles. Yes my baby and I were united.

“When you graduate high school you are gonna come out as Purple, right?” Suigetsu asked, looking at the three seniors tossing a football around.

“No..Maybe...I don’t know” I looked at him confused, “It is not like I have anyone to lose….”

“If not today, someday. The Uchihas can’t remain anonymous forever” Suigetsu stated. What he said was frustrating, but he made point. The only reason he knew about me was...Well...I never said he wasn’t a good paparazzi. He got very close a few month ago, so I decided to tell him. He can’t speak about it to anyone else..Itachi made sure of that. His genjutsu abilities are fearsome.

“Man, I can’t believe I jerked off to you” Suigetsu put the camera back in front of his face.

“I can’t believe you aren’t even asham-”

“WATCH OUT!” I turned my head and saw an football coming right at me with full speed. I saw everything slowing down before me.

I had three options.

I could move forwards, but my head would fall right on Suigetsu’s crotch

I could move backwards, but my head would hit the bench that was made out of stone, meaning I would probably black out from the hit.

I could just take the damn hit

I decided at that moment that option three was not bad at all. “Take it like a man” is what the priest used to say. I was ready for the ball to hit me, but somebody suddenly caught the ball an inch away from my face.

“That was close, dattebayo” I opened my eyes by those words and looked right into that of Naruto Uzumaki. The sunshine boy of our school. He’s a senior, does like every sport there is, super friendly. Nobody can hate this guy, he can befriend Osama Bin laden and Donald Trump at the same time.

“You guys have to watch out!” The blond threw the ball back to his friends before turning completely around. He squatted down in front of me. “So how are we doing here?” He asked with a kind smile on his face.

“Pretty good” Suigetsu said, holding his camera, eager to make a picture of the blond. I wish he did. It would have swifted the conversation from me.

“Owh what happened to your face?” He looked genuinely concerned at my face. His hand reached for the bruise and I backed away.

“Don’t” I hissed.

“I am sorry” he said, giving me this half smile, “Zuke, right?”

“Yeah, whatever” I said and looked away.

“His name is Sasuke” Suigetsu said and Naruto snapped his fingers.

“Right, my fault! Sorry” He had this bright smile..Damn..Even when I wished to hate him. I couldn’t.

“Nevermind” I muttered.

“I gotta go, enjoy your lunch” he got up and ran off, damn did he have a fine ass..I just want to bite it….Wow what is wrong with me...

“Did I mention he has an The Uchihas shirt?” Suigetsu asked, turning the camera around so I could see a picture of him with an The Uchihas shirt on where the Uchiha crest on his chest.

“Hn” I hummed, opening the pringles seal with my teeth before eating one. “Guy like him...Won’t ever be with a guy like me” I said.

“Owh Purple, is this a love confession?” Suigetsu moved his eyebrows up and down.

“Nah...Nah” I said twice stuffing another crisp in my mouth. “Next time you call me Purple, I will fuck that face of your so bad. It will look like my left arm”

“You don’t have one..”

“Exactly” I said with a evil smirk.

“So...What did happen to your left arm? How did you lose it?” Suigetsu asked a bit doubtful.

“I was swimming in the ocean and a shark bit my arm off, gruesome” I said while my mouth was filled with crisps.

“Then why did you tell Juugo you lost it during a car accident?” He looked at me confused, but I just smirked. “You son of a bitch” he hissed.

“Some mystery in life is actually a good thing” I commented.

“Life is already a mystery, ain’t that enough mystery in life?” I looked up at his words.

“Fuck off” I muttered.

“Hey you have P.E after lunch? Are you going to skip it or...Maybe actually..Show up” Suigetsu asked.

“I am going to skip that shit.Do you see my face, that is from the intense body training I had to do yesterday. My muscles are sore saving the fucking word” I hissed, “should have just left it to drown”

“What if you show up this time? For me?” Suigetsu sounded like a desperate little girl scout that had to sell her cookies for some shitty activity.

“What’s up?” shoved more pringles in my mouth.

“It’s just that...On field B the seniors have P.E too and-” He sighed deeply trying to get sympathy, “I am not there most liked junior”

“Maybe because you are fucking paparazzi” I said while my mouth was filled. “They have it out for me, bruh! You are a-” he looked around him ,”an uchiha, you gotta make the world a better place”

“If I had to make the world a better place then I would have killed you and me, but we are still breathing” I commented. Maybe I was being harsh. I didn’t realize it until I saw Suigetsu’s expression.

“Fine, whatever. But I am not gonna exercise or some shit” I sighed. I have gotten soft thanks to this saving the world bullshit.

“You won’t have to! We are climbing ropes, you are totally excused!”

“Now you guys are the suckers with the two arms” I closed the pringles, hearing the bell ring and we went to towards the gymnasium. If it was thing I realized in life is that being bad is way easier than being good.

I never went to PE, I never got complains for it either. I like to think that people assume I don’t have to participate because I have one arm. I am not sure what they really know. I could go, but since nobody was really forcing me to go, I would use this hour to take a nap. But now there was Suigetsu, who knew my secret...So I guess whenever he plays the superhero card, I just gotta go with it. We were one of the last to get in, making me absolute last in the locker room. It was better this way, I didn’t want people question the scars on my back or the bruises from training. I cursed slightly under my breath when I tried to tie my right shoelace from the mandatory gym uniform. The shoe laces were so small it became harder to tie them with one hand, but I was too stubborn to leave it.

The door of the locker room opened and I looked up for a mere second to see seniors walk inside. I looked away, focussing back on tying my shoelace. I was getting pretty frustrated at this point and I was ready to just pull it out completely.

“I can get that for you, y’know?”

I looked at Naruto who kneeled down infront of the bench. He tied my shoe before putting his hand on my knee, giving me this kind smile.

“It is alright to ask help so now and then, dattebayo” he said. I scoffed.

“I had it” I muttered, unfortunate for me. He heard.

“Sure you did, I just wanted to play the hero here” he got up, “thanks for that”

“Yeah..You’re welcome” I said, looking away. I got up to walk out of changing room.

“Hey! Is it true that you sawed your hand off with a tool box saw?” I turned my head and looked right at the brunet.

“It was actually a jigsaw” I smiled like psychopath before walking away.

“Wait, he told Ino that he fell from an apartment block and his arm was unfixable so they cut it off”

“That makes no sense!”

The arguing continued behind the closed door while the satisfaction was clearly visible on my face.

Believe it or not, I am pretty invisible. No teacher really noticed me, none of my classmates did either. You don’t expect that from somebody with one arm. I could just walk around a little and if I blend in, the teacher won’t even notice me. Just the way I like it.

That was until he pulled the rope out to climb. I figured, I will just stand in the back look at the cute butts on field B playing basketball. I could see the sweat dripping off Naruto’s forehead and I had to admit...He looked pretty darn hot, his movements were fast and smooth. He had full control of the ball and that cocky smile he had..Did it suddenly get hot in here? Because I was sure feeling warmer.

“Sasuke Nightsky!” A sudden silence fell and suddenly all eyes were on me.

“Am I excused from climbing the rope?” I asked, putting my good arm up to catch the teacher’s attention.

“Hell no! I know your type! Never showing up, hating exercise!You get your flat ass here and use those chopsticks arms and climb your body up that rope!” He scolded me and I looked baffled.

“My ass is not flat” I said offended as fuck, “But that aside, I would like to use my chppstick arms, but..Yeahh.I can’t”

“You get up here right now and climb the rope or I will give you 0%” The teacher threatened and I chuckled.

“You say it like it matters” I said.

“You-”

“Sir!” Naruto shouted from the other field, a towel was wrapped around his shoulder and he was holding a bottle of water, “he has one arm!”

The gym teacher frowned before some students stepped aside revealing the empty left sleeve. He looked surprised at first before scratching his cheek.

“Do you..Have a doctor’s note?” He asked not sure what else to say.

“Obviously, I don’t “ I said.

“Then..You have to climb the rope” I rolled my eyes. My muscles were hurting enough, I didn’t want to climb a fucking rope now too.

“Bullshit!” Naruto walked towards me and he grabbed my arm before pulling me off the field. “Like hell! Don’t you have any shame!?” He pulled me towards the locker room.

“A little, but that is like persona-”

“Not you!” He interrupted me as he turned his head back to look at me. “What is wrong with you?” He hissed, opening the door

“Well...I have one arm?” I said when he turned himself completely around and let go of my arm.

“But not half a brain!?”

“Says the blondie” I rolled my eyes, and perhaps I hurt is sensitive feelings because he was frowning. “But eh, you saved me so ..Superhero credits to you” He had no idea the irony behind this.

“You are kind of a bastard ” Naruto shook his head, “I am not sure what happened-”

“A radioactive swan bit-”

“Not your arm” Naruto interrupted me, “But..Whatever..I guess helping people is in my nature”

“Spoken like a true Captain Konoha” I joked, saluting him. He shook his head before leaving the locker rooms. Well...Now I actually feel bad for having been so sarcastic towards him.

I am not used to people being nice to me or helping me out for whatever noble reason. I have been alone most of my life and it was hard to accept there are decent people out there. Oh well...Good people..Like Naruto fucking Uzumaki.

I swallowed loudly. There was only one thing to do….Apologize.

The bell rung and when everybody left the locker room I haven’t seen Naruto. I walked back inside the gymnasium and saw him shooting balls. I walked towards him and he caught the ball before noting me.

“Hey” I said..I never really do this shit. It was pretty awkward.

“Hey” He dribbled the ball before shooting it in the basket.

“So uhm...About earlier” Was I being too direct? Does it go this way? I had no idea.

“You meant with me dragging you away from climbing the rope or you being an asshole for somebody helping you?”

“Now you are just making it sound like I am a bad person..Wait..Yeah I am” I said he gave me a serious look.

“Does that sarcasm come with an off switch?”

“Yes, but you will not like where that is...It start with a capital G and it ends with ‘spot’ ” He chuckled and for once...I didn’t feel dead awful as I usually do.

“Y’know dear, I’m not thinking any less of you, if that is what you are afraid of ” maybe he wasn’t as dumb after all. “But I didn’t do it for you...I have like norms and values..Shit like that”

“Like a civil duty?” I asked

“I don’t know, but I don’t like to stand idly by when people get bullied and shit”

“Pff..You are like..An Uchiha” he will never understand the irony.

“Nah, they do real good shit in this world. I am...Helping a little boy to ditch climbing a rope”

“Who are you calling a little boy? Fight me” I looked determined.

“Fight the rope” Naruto joked indicating to the rope. I looked at him, before looking back at the rope. I walked towards it.

“Oh shit, what are you doing?” He asked.

“Amma gonna fight the rope” I said grabbing it. I looked at Naruto before looking at the rope. I wrapping my thighs around it, pulling myself up with my one and only arm.

“Shit you can actually do it!” Naruto shouted from under I climbed all the way up.

“I am actually stronger than I look” It is a pity he will never know the irony behind my words. I climbed back down.

“Why didn’t you do that when everybody was looking! That would have been so badass!” Naruto seemed excited for me.

“What? Nah! Then I will have to do it every time!” I was almost down, but my grip softened and I slipped and instead of holding on and just deal with the fuckng injury later. I immediately let go. I expected to fall on the matt under, but I had an even softer landing.

“You did great!” Naruto smiled down at me and I felt my throat go numb. He had caught me...I looked away and bit down my lip. Why did everything feel so weird to me?!

“Thanks…” I said, looking away. His kindness made me nervous. “I gotta go! May God be with you. No I mean fuck off. No, no I mean..Goodbye..Bye!” I felt like a complete idiot as I fast walked away from the gymnasium.

“So...Naruto?” Suigetsu was standing right behind the door, holding his fucking Nikon camera.

“.....I made such fool out of myself” I said and the flash almost blinded me.

“That one is for your future kids. I call it. How I met your daddy” Suigetsu said, looking at the picture on the display.

#Uchiha #Chapter 2 #narusasu #fanfiction #sasuke uchiha #naruto uzumaki #highschool au's #superhero sasuke #bad superhero sasuke #more like a forced superhero sasuke #but natural kind naruto

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Lucifer and Thomas - The New Student

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Lucifer hoisted up his backpack, his eye twitching slightly. He stood in his human form as he looked up at the concrete gates of the school before him, watching parents and children milling around the entrance. He looked very much like a model student, standing there in a pair of newly polished shoes with white socks, a pair pressed black shorts; on his chest was a button down black jacket, over the top of a red dress shirt. The only contrasting feature to his youthful appearance was the dark bags were under his eyes, contrasting slightly with his pinkish skin. “That Levi…” His hand shook slightly as he scrunched it up into a small little fist.

He honestly didn’t know why others complained about Berith’s temper; Berith was simple. He liked Berith because he was predictable. Berith would explode in a fit of rage, causing brimstone to rain down from the skies; occasionally a few places would get destroyed bit that was it. That was his temper. Anger, fire and brimstone, destruction then that it - his temper would be gone. Dusted and done. Usually over in about 10 to 15 minutes.

Leviathan’s temper on the other hand was like like… some sort of incurable disease. It was like if you come down with some sort of incurable sickness, but no matter what you did or how you treat it, it’s still there, festering away. Leviathan would sit there and fume not just for days or weeks, but sometimes months or years. And he was never quiet about his displeasure either.

He honestly sounded like some mortal nagging mother, yelling into the night, non stop.

And for whatever damnation of a reason he decided to use Lucifer’s chambers for his yelling fit.

And what was the source of his anger?

Mostly Astaroth. Of course.

For some unholy, unknown reason, she had entered into a duel against the former Archangel, Gabriel, who, turns out, had become a Cherub. Despite knowing their differences in power and that she couldn’t use her powers as a Fallen, she persisted with the battle anyway and didn’t even think to try and make an escape.

Thankfully Asmodeus had been there and caught onto the situation quickly enough, he had managed to destroy the barrier and teleport them both out of the Primum Mobile, back to the safety of Hell.

Yet due to this Barrier, neither Lucifer or Leviathan could work out what was happening up in the Heavens. After losing contact with the pair of them, Leviathan naturally was beside himself with worry. When the pair returned, of course he was relieved… until Astaroth made some snide comment about ‘beating the damn Cherub flat on his tail’.

That’s when the truth came out.

And the quiet night of Hell ended.

Lucifer gritted his teeth and slapped his hand on the wall in frustration. He was disappointed with Astaroth, but also annoyed at Leviathan.

And now, when he needed that stupid General to carry out duties as a mortal, the fucking arsehole was no where to be seen. ‘Leviathan! Get your arse here, immediately!’

“Luce?” Lucifer looked up at the sound of the voice, looking up at Thomas as he tilted his head, looking at him in curiosity. “Did you get into a fight?”

Alice smiled and quickly kissed Thomas on the cheek, “Have a good day, sweetie!”, she quickly farewelled him before she got back into her car.

“Bye mum!”

Lucifer looked down and sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. “No, I’m just tired. I didn’t get much sleep.”

Thomas glanced upwards in thought then leaned against the concrete wall, “I thought you only slept because I slept.”

Lucifer paused for a moment in consideration; that’s right. He was a Fallen second and a Seraph first. Seraph and other angels were blessed with the ability to function without sleep for multiple days and night.

Why was he so tired?

“Sire, I’m so sorry.” His thoughts were interrupted as Leviathan ran up, slightly out of breath.

“I thought I told you to be here by 8am. It’s now 8.30. Oliver said that I needed you to sign me in at the Faculty Office for this ridiculous school.”

Heat flushed against Thomas’ cheeks, “Uh, you don’t have to force yourself.” He mumbled quietly, “I’m OK. Really.”

Lucifer froze, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. He stepped forward and placed his hand on Thomas’ head, “Sorry, kiddo. I didn’t mean that.” Thomas looked up with a half smile and Lucifer scratched at his head, trying to think of what to say, “Did you want to walk with me?”

“Sure!”

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“Everyone, I’d like to introduce a new person to our class.” The teacher walked across the room, turning her head to look out amongst the students. Her grey eyes surveyed them as she brushed her brown and grey streaks hair back into it’s frizzy bun. Her had a soft smile on her face, with wrinkle lines across her features. “Class, please welcome Lucifer Judecca.”

A few of the children gasped at the name, muttering amongst themselves.

“What kind of name is that?”

“Isn’t Lucifer the name of the Devil?”

“Why is he called that?”

Lucifer walked across the front of the room and stood, turning as he looked round. His golden eyes lazily gazed around the room, and he focused on a blue-eyed boy with blonde hair. A flicker of resentment passed over his eyes as he recognised the boy as one of Thomas’ tormentors.

“Luce? Luce? Did you want to introduce yourself?”

He pulled himself out of his thoughts, frowning at the interruption, “My name is Lucifer, but you can call me Luce. I moved here just after Christmas with my Father and will be staying here for awhile.” The whispering in the room continued and his eyes narrowed, “Keep talking and you’ll realise that it’s more than a name.”

At that, a hushed silence covered the room and all the children went quiet.

The teacher clapped her hands together and awkwardly laughed, “What a funny joke, Luce! Now, come, come. You can sit over here next to Thomas.”

Lucifer walked past the teacher, dropping is bag on the back of the chair and took a seat. A few kids peered over at him, but he glared back, causing them to look away.

This really was going to be bothersome.

Thomas rested his cheek against the wooden surface of the table, smiling and whispered, “Hey.”

“Hey.” A smile fell across his face easily. Something about this child always made him feel at ease, “Are they always like that?” He inclined his head towards the back of the room.

Thomas gave an embarrassed laugh, “Yeah, kinda. They’re not bad though.”

“Hmmm.” Lucifer crossed his arms, looking up as the teacher started roll call. He gazed about the room, taking note of each child and their names. He took note of the blonde-hair, blue eyed boy when his name was called. Ajax Foster. He’d remember that.

Shortly after attendance was taken, the teacher left the room, instructing the students to behave until the next teacher came along. The moment she left the room though, several kids swarmed Lucifer’s desk.

“Hey! Is your name really Lucifer?”

“Why did your parents name you that?”

“What school did you come from?”

“Your eyes are pretty! I’ve never seen gold eyes before!”

“Did your mum let you dye your hair? I wish my mum would let me dye my hair!”

Lucifer eyes narrowed and flashed red, “Leave me.” He ordered. At once, the children’s eyes went blank and they returned to their seats.

‘You shouldn’t do that.’ Lucifer turned and looked at Thomas, almost replying before he realised that Thomas hadn’t actually spoken. He had simply broadcast his thoughts. Lucifer rested his arm on the table and cupped his chin in his palm. Glancing over at Thomas desk, his eyes narrowed when he noticed that there were several hateful words drawn onto the desk and that it was more battered compared to the other students. He opened his mouth to ask what had happened, but was interrupted by a voice.

“Oi. Mas Tom. I thought they would have kicked a retard like you out.” It was Ajax, he stood behind Thomas’ chair with a sneer on his face. “I’m surprised you had the balls to come back.”

Thomas closed his eyes and pulled his jacket over his head, “Please leave me alone, Ajax.” He whispered.

The boy’s blue eyes narrowed and he kicked the leg of the chair, causing Thomas to fall off, “Oi. I thought I told you to call me ‘Sir’ you little runt.”

Lucifer stood up, clenching his fist. It took all of his focus to not set the blonde-haired human on fire. Surely this is something those annoying mortals would sort out. He looked around, half expecting the rest of the class to do something, but the children were all looking in opposite directions, purposely avoiding eye contact.

What the fuck?

Why didn’t they do anything?

He went to take a step forward, but Thomas quickly pulled himself to his feet, brushing himself off, “Ah, I think there is something wrong with my chair. I just fell off.” He gave a quick smile, wincing slightly. Lucifer’s eyes widened slightly as he saw a graze on Thomas’ knee and another on his palm.

“Hey-” He raised his hand, but Thomas reached out and grabbed it with his non injured hand.

“Um, I need to go to the nurses’ office, but I’ll show you where it is, seeing as you haven’t been here before. Let’s go, Luce!” He quickly walked out of the room and Lucifer was dragged along in shock.

It made no sense.

Why was Thomas retreating?

Why didn’t he take retribution?

And why didn’t anyone in class react?

He was injured!

That kid did that. He knocked the chair over and caused him to be injured.

That kid needed to be punished.

‘Please don’t do anything. Please don’t do anything.’ He could hear Thomas’ voice in his mind, chanting over and over as the grip on his hand tightened.

A slight sound of rumbling echoed in his chest as he looked at Thomas’ other hand. It was clenched tightly but blood was dripping from it, he made an annoyed sound in his throat, restraining the profanities that threatened to emerge then muttered, “Sure.”

He followed after Thomas and looked back at where Ajax was smirking.

A flash of heat passed through his chest upon seeing that smirk.

He would make that child pay.

Once they were out of the classroom, and the door closed, Lucifer pulled his hand back frustrated, “How come you let him get away with it?!”

Thomas looked down at the ground and started walking away, he held his injured hand with the over, cradling it to his chest and whispered, “Because I have to.”

“Why?! He did something wrong. He deserves to be punished.” Lucifer walked after him, growling. He didn’t like this.

Not at all.

Where was the happy child that he had seen these past two weeks?

The kid was like a shell of his former self.

“Luce, we can’t do that here. If I tell the teacher, he will just get worse.” Thomas’ footsteps quickened as he walked down the hallway.

He looked over at Thomas and noticed dark flecks forming on the boy’s golden soul. It seemed as if the child was battling against his inner emotions. A dark patch would flare up before being swallowed back under the colour gold.

His soul was still gold at least, but how long could he last like this?

He truly was fighting his own demons. And all on his own. He was just a normal kid after all. Lucifer gritted his teeth, the moment a human soul turned black, that was it.

Heaven would never accept a tainted soul, ever. It would simply be thrown into the Nine Circles of Hell, and even Lucifer with his title of Satan cannot overturn a human’s fate if it came to that.

“I don’t understand.” Lucifer sighed, exasperated, jogging slightly to keep up with him. “If you stand up to him, he will stop.”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“Why not?!”

“I’m not strong enough.”

Lucifer reached out, grabbed Thomas shoulder and spun him around, pushing him against the wall. “You have me.”

“But-” Thomas averted his gaze, staring down at his shoes.

“Thomas. You wrote that letter to me. You may have meant it to go to that Nick, but it came to me. I took on that responsibility. That is mine? Do you hear? I’m the one that agreed to be your friend. Not Nick, your ‘Santa’, not those sorry pieces of shit in your class. Me.” Lucifer’s hand shook slightly, he couldn’t understand what he felt.

It was like anger, but there was another emotion underneath it. It made him feel shaky, uneasy, like he was in pain. But he wasn’t.

What was this emotion?

He took a step forward and grasped Thomas’ chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Look, I don’t know what friendship means for humans, we don’t exactly have it where I am from, and I want to find out more about it. I suspect it’s similar to the unwavering loyalty that I have from my Generals, but there is something more. I know there is. Let me be your friend.”

A sob came from Thomas and he sniffled as a tear rolled down his cheek. “-ay.”

“What?”

“Okay.” Thomas whispered and started sobbing before he reached forward and wrapped his arms around Lucifer’s neck. The moment he held on, he started to wail, crying uncontrollably.

Lucifer awkwardly wrapped one arm around the boy and patted his head, legitimately having no idea how to handle the situation. It reminded him of the time when Astaroth had been cast out. She too had wept like this, and even then Lucifer didn’t know how to react. He simply accepted her, for who she was.

Despite being weak, this boy was the same.

He doubt he could change this crying child to have the will and strength of a Fallen, but he could accept him for who he was, and help him grow.

He could feel several emotions floating through him from Thomas, relief, thankfulness, frustration, happiness, sadness. Lucifer tightened his grip slightly and placed a kiss on the boys forehead.

It was a strange sensation with the way the emotions they blended together, mixing with one another.

Yes, he would accept Thomas for who he was.

But that didn’t mean that Lucifer had to accept the others for who they were.

Continue to Chapter 15

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Isaac, Fiora and friends had heard a strange noise coming from en empty apartment. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a kitty :( (sorry Fiora!). They’ve come face to face with a big ugly monster, and no one can hear them scream! What to do?! And...uh...what’s the glowing around your neck?

"Memorite. Now." said the male and female chorus.

"J-Just give them to it!" screamed Emma. She grabbed her necklace and tried to pull it above her head, but the stone began to glow red. She struggled, but couldn't get it past her nose before her arms gave out.

"What's your problem? Just give it up already." said Fiora.

"I'm trying, but I can't!" she cried. "It's too heavy for some reason. It's stuck."

I tried to yank mine off every which way, but the more I forced it, the heavier the stone became. By the time I got the necklace up to my eyes, my arms felt like they were lifting a freight train. Burning and tired, my hands sunk to my side in defeat.

"We can't!" I told the creature.

The monster looked at us silently before it suddenly jerked up and roared into the sky. We covered our ears in terror, huddling close together. When I found the courage to look up, I saw it approach.

"Memorite. Must take. Take it!" it yelled.

The thing went into a full sprint, nearly running on all fours like a gorilla as its heavy arms dragged against the grass. I was scared out of my mind as a battle cry left its unseen lips. I thought it would be the last thing me, or any of my friends would ever hear. Once close enough, it swing its colossal arm. Like a tree branch in a whirlwind, it would take out most if not all of us.

For a split second everything stopped. Austin was frozen with his arms in front of his face. Fiora was on her knees, anticipating the inevitable. Emma was now crouched over her, but unlike the rest of us, a faint aura had outlined her entire body. I noticed the same had happened to me. Her eyes fell on mine, but only for a fraction of the time. Without words we told the other that something was up with our shards. The light, in its growing brilliance, whispered by its shine that we were the only ones who could do something.

We weren't going to die. Not like that.

Our perception of time sped back up, and the aura became visible to the others. By the time the world was brought back to full speed, both of my arms were up, holding back the deadly blow. Emma followed suit, and with a loud cry the bony girl swerved under me and swung at the monster. The blow from her dainty hand sent it spiraling away into the back porch. It broke the iron railing and fresh boards like they were made out of foam. Squirming on its back, it laid with a handrail piercing its chest until it melted into black mush. The crystal in its hand fell into the debris.

"Are you guys okay?" I asked. Fiora and Austin nodded and stood.

We all wanted to ask why's and how's, but they had to wait. I looked around at the other empty apartments. The stone shot me a warm jolt as I noticed new sets of white eyes looking back at us. One pair. Two pairs. Four. Seven. They all left their spots and ran for us. Unlike their fallen comrade, these growled with mindless rage rather than make any demands.

"Oh my God!" shouted Fiora. I couldn't tell if she was scared or excited. "What do we do?"

Emma and I looked at each other. The shards around our necks were bright blue, and the power around our bodies began to swirl like a tornado of light. In bright calligraphy, an undisclosed force wrote the words "Of Bravery" around my body. ""Of Knowledge" adorned Emma. They hovered in the air for a few seconds before they disappeared along with the glowing aura. However, they left a parting gift; a radiant sword in my hand, and an elegant bow in hers.

The creatures stopped their charge. They hissed and murmured with each other, and drew away as I looked at them. It wasn't me they were afraid of, but my sword. I knew what pretend was all about, but the onyx blade that shot from the golden thorned cross guard and red handle was as real as could be. The glyphs down the metal, the same words that floated around me, flickered in crimson.

I held the weapon in front of me while my eyes switched focus to whichever monster was closest. They would start to advance, but the moment I pointed my blade at them they would back off.

"They're scared of it." said Fiora. She looked up at me with determination in her eyes. "You can beat them. The blade is their weakness!"

"I'm not a swordsman!" I yelled.

"You are now! Do it, Voshi!" she said.

The bravest of the beasts ran at me. With a howl it pulled back for a punch, and by the looks of its muscles, it could have nailed me into the dirt like a stake. As the punch came down, I swung my sword. The beast staggered back from the cut, and black gel slowly took up its form. Once most of its torso congealed, the light left its eyes and the rest of it turned into a puddle of soupy wires.

The six remaining creatures ran at us at once. Austin and Fiora hid behind the piles of lumber as I stepped up to bat against another beast. The birds chirps and the wind's gentle rustling of leaves had faded from my senses. All I could hear was my own heartbeat and the shimmering song of my spinning sword.

I didn't have the slightest idea what I was doing. My swings were wide and wild, like if you were trying to swat a fly with a baseball bat. Any blows that connected were pure chance, or perhaps the sword's doing.

One monster popped instantly against the tip of my sword, followed by a second. The third creature came from behind and grabbed me. I was in its tight grasp for seconds before it flung me into the vinyl siding of a wall. It cracked and dented on impact. Some of the siding even fell on me, and the glass from the second floor window cracked from the heavy impact.

"Isaac?!" shouted Fiora.

My waist down felt like pins and needles for a few seconds. I gathered my senses and got legs to stand. Other than that, the only damage happened to my clothes. The crystal around my neck glowed green before it returned to blue.

"I'm okay." I called out.

I turned my head to see Emma fleeing from three giants. As fast as they were, they couldn't catch her. It was as if I were watching a video played in fast forward as her feet carried her across the courtyard.

"What do I do? All I have is a bow and no arrows!"

Fiora stood from her spot and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Pull back the string and fire!"

"I have no freakin' arrows you retard!"

"Shut up and do it!"

Emma spun around, and with complete trust in her sister's wealth of comic book experience, pulled back the string to her purple, vine covered bow. The smaller crystals embedded in the flowery tips lit up a fiery red as a thin bolt materialized out of nowhere. She released it as quick as it appeared. It landed in the first beast, bursting it in a flaming hot mess.

I turned my attention back to my opponent, who was now an arm's length from me. It swatted the sword out of my hand and rammed its arm into my body. I went back into the wall again. My necklace turned green as it rammed my body against it over and over, but after a while the pain registered, and I fell down in a crumbled heap bordering on tears.

Emma started for me, but there was no way she would make it in time. I reached for my sword, but it fizzled into nothingness after a swift kick to the face.

"Help!" I shouted through my swelling lip.

The monster lifted its leg to stomp me flat, but it staggered back as two small arms latched onto its neck. It turned and flipped around as the glowing blonde boy struggled to choke it into submission. A glow came from his pants pocket.

"Get outta there, dude!" he said.

I stood and my blade reformed, but before I could swing it, Austin had already been engulfed in a blinding light. "Of Courage" vanished, leaving him with a silver tipped spear that he promptly used to disintegrate his opponent. The battle was over.

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