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xxbluestrifexx · 4 years

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Scripted - Choi Chanhee

Summary: Chanhee and Y/N never expected their soulmates to be foreigners, but neither of them were against the idea. It would open a window of opportunity for adventures that they couldn’t dream of as teenagers.

Characters: choi chanhee (new) x reader

Genre/Warnings: soulmate au, college au, foreigner au, fluff, angst if you squint

Words: 2.4k

Additional: Bold words are spoken in Korean

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Chanhee was peeved. The elegant script on his wrist didn't remotely resemble the harsh lines of Korean characters, rather the curly and exaggerated letters of the English language. How could fate be so cruel, to match two people who may not ever meet? It was a tragedy. But what really made him upset was that he couldn’t even read his soulmate’s name.

On the other hand, Y/N was very excited when the ink appeared on her wrist. All of her friends were complaining about how basic and common the names of their soulmates were, narrowing their chances of finding the right person. But not this young girl, no, her soulmate wasn’t a James or a William. He was exotic, someone who’s name that she’d have to study to be able to learn; and she loved the challenge.

Chanhee’s soulmate’s name had made itself known when he’d turned sixteen, almost dead center of his high school career. At this point, he’d completed his required language credits with two semesters of Japanese, and it seemed that he’d have to sacrifice his extra choir classes for English ones. It’s not that Chanhee was off-put by the fact his soulmate was different, he was actually quite excited. He just believed that the romance may have been doomed before it had even begun because of the distance. There were too many ‘what if’s’ to factor in, and it made Chanhee’s heart hurt when he thought about it too much. All of the heartache was left behind when Chanhee was first able to utter the name on his wrist.

Y/N L/N....

Y/N’s wrist had also been inked when she’d turned sixteen. Unlike the sprawling cursive that she’d seen adorn the wrists of her friends and family, Y/N’s wrist was characterized with dark lines and odd symbols that she couldn’t decipher. It was puzzling to say the least, but the scowl had quickly turned into a smile. Unlike Chanhee, she hadn’t fulfilled any language credits, leaving the challenge of learning Korean right open. It took her awhile to figure out that the language was indeed Korean, believing it to be Chinese first. But eventually the symbols matched to letters and the words all fell into place…

Choi Chanhee…

Both people were giddy with excitement, continuously mouthing the name of their soulmate over and over, ingraining it to memory. They threw themselves into studying the other’s language, losing sleep some nights just to perfect simple sentences. By the time Chanhee had graduated high school, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind about attending an English university. He applied all over the world, applications being sent out to America, Great Britain and even places in Asia that had good exchange student programs if going abroad failed.

Unfortunately, Y/N had the same idea. She applied to every major university in South Korea, hoping to god she’d get in. She had other colleges in mind too; ones with good Korean History majors with exchange programs. The pair got their acceptance letters on the same day, shock written all over their faces. Out of every university, they each only got accepted to one choice; it had to have been fate.

Chanhee spent the summer studying English for his first semester at NYU, anxiously trying to master as much as the foreign language as he could. Y/N took summer classes at UCLA to brush up on her Korean, the acceptance letter to Seoul National University tacked to her cork board the moment it had come in. Both were anxious, hoping and praying that fate would give them a chance. To Y/N and Chanhee, the single acceptance letters meant a meeting, a one out of a hundred chances that they could be together.

Chanhee’s bags were packed and loaded into his family’s car by 7:30 am that August day, his flight leaving at approximately 8:45 and headed to New York. The time difference was messing with Chanhee’s brain the deeper he thought about it; He would technically land at 10 am on August 7th, the same day he departed his home in South Korea, but yet almost fourteen hours ahead. Regardless, Chanhee found himself settled into a less than comfortable economy class seat on a plane that would hopefully take him to his soulmate.

Y/N didn’t get any sleep on August 6th; there was honestly no point. She would have to leave her childhood home shortly after midnight to catch her 1:30 am flight to New York. There wasn’t a huge difference between Los Angeles and New York, her flight putting her in the state a little after 10 am. The flight wasn’t long, around five hours if she was lucky. The flight to South Korea that would follow would be hell; she didn’t know how on earth she’d be able to stand a fourteen hour flight. She’d have to count on lots of sleep.

--- Y/N’s POV - 10:34 am ---

JFK International Airport was just as big and noisy as I’d expected it to be. Too bad I had a headache and couldn’t appreciate the full beauty of New York City. Every corner I turned had people from different parts of the globe at it, their native languages adding to the endless chatter that bounced off the walls of the airport. I got to baggage claim a little bit after 10:30, spotting my mustard yellow suitcase from a mile away. My smaller plastic case covered in stickers ordered off of Amazon conveniently laid next to it. After successfully attaching the small box to my suitcase, I took off towards the shuttles, catching one before it had shut its doors.

I took a seat and pulled up a map on my phone, trying to figure out where the seating area and terminal were for my next flight to South Korea. Sighing to myself when I saw they were on the opposite side of the airport, I shut my phone off and closed my eyes. So much for the idea of stopping for breakfast.

--- Chanhee’s POV - 10:42 ---

Baggage claim had been a nightmare. I’d frozen at the sheer amount of English that I hadn’t heard which area his suitcase would be dropped off at. A business-looking woman had kindly told me in broken Korean as we exited the terminal. I thanked her profusely before running off in the opposite direction, following the many arrows and signs meant to direct me towards the baggage claim. In the end I found it with just enough time to claim my silver suitcase before it disappeared through the chute. I sighed with relief, the voice in my head had been dreading having to go to a help desk and attempt to explain the situation.

The shuttle was practically empty of people heading to the main building of JFK International Airport. It was easier on me this way, I could read everything and fully absorb information without crowds of people getting in the way. As I exited the shuttle, luggage dragging across the ground behind me, my neck tingled slightly. It was like a breeze had come through and raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I couldn’t describe the feeling, it was overwhelming yet not in so many different ways. Unfortunately the moment was ruined by the ringing of my cell phone. I sighed and unlocked it, answering the call and putting the phone to my ear.

--- Y/N’s POV - 10:49 am ---

I ambled around the main expanse of the airport, looking for my terminal and any fast-food restaurant that could fulfill my stomach without making me miss my flight. I’d already passed through airport security, the process much quicker here than back home in LAX. I scanned the faces of so many people, trying to find one that looked friendly enough to go up to. If I could just find someone who might know where the Asian airlines were, I could save myself a trip to an Airport Help Desk that could take more time than I was willing to sacrifice.

As I strutted along I caught the ending of a conversation in Korean. I listened for a moment to confirm I was indeed comprehending the language and turned to pinpoint the source of the conversation. About ten feet away stood a guy; He was taller than me, with a skinny and lanky body and thick brown hair that resembled a mullet if you squinted. He was speaking rapid Korean into his phone, pushing hair out of his face, his soulmate tattoo peeking out from under his sleeves.

In a moment of desperation, I made my way over to him, hoping that he had indeed just come from Korea and would know which shuttle I could take to find my terminal. It really did seem silly, fully aware that I was choosing a person who’s language I was still learning over any other passerby who could comprehend my native tongue. But something in the back of my mind was urging me to go to him, to speak to him. I reached him just as he had seemingly hung up on the phone, his hand tucking the device back into his pocket.

“Excuse me, could you tell me where terminal T18 is?”

I spoke slowly, hoping that I’d gotten every pronunciation and word correct. He stared at me in stunned silence, his mouth gaped open. After a long pause, he regained his consciousness and responded in Korean.

“Maybe- try taking that shuttle over there. I’m pretty sure T18 was near where I came from.”

--- Third POV - 10:50 ---

Chanhee honestly couldn’t believe that his first interaction in America would be in Korean. He was so ready to speak English, pushing all the doubts of his pronunciation and accent down. But here he was, speaking in his sharp Korean to a complete stranger, a foreigner no less. Though, he supposed, he was the foreigner now.

The girl bowed briefly and thanked him, turned to re-grab her loaded down suitcase and head to the shuttle loading area. She was beautiful, Chanhee thought. Her piercing (e/c) eyes and her expertly tied up (h/c) hair. The light makeup she wore suited her, and the form-fitting leggings accented the muscles in her thighs and calves well. He didn’t mean to shamelessly check her out, but it was hard not to appreciate true beauty when he saw it.

In the split second the girl went to walk away his hand shot out and grabbed her forearm. Both of them were shocked to say the least; Chanhee’s thoughts were very muddled when he met her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, Chanhee beat her to it in his best English.

“Where are you going?”

The girl seemed puzzled, and looked down at the grip he had on her arm. Chanhee immediately released her and stepped back, allowing the girl to take him in fully as well.

Y/N was shocked when she felt the hand stop her from advancing forward, and even more shocked when the stranger asked her a basic question in heavily accented English. She was torn between talking to the very handsome stranger and getting to the terminal early. She examined the time on her watch, the digital face telling her it was 11 am before meeting the eyes of the man and responding.

“I’m going to South Korea, I’m attending college in Seoul.”

Chanhee seemed surprised by the answer, though he didn’t know what he was expecting coming from someone he happened to stumble across in the airport. He supposed that this meeting was a chance, a Korean-speaking American stopping and asking an English-speaking Korean for directions to her terminal. They thought made him pause then smile, wondering if this had been fate.

“What’s your name?” Chanhee asked quietly, the ghost of a smile on his lips and hope in his eyes.

“Y/N.” She responded, turning towards Chanhee questioningly, still not catching on to what was happening. “What’s yours? What brings you to New York?”

Happiness. Joy. Excitement. These were all the emotions coursing through Chanhee. Y/N, a face to the words scrawled on his wrist. There was no doubt in his mind that this was his soulmate; that this was his home.

“My name is Chanhee, nice to meet you! I’m in America for college as well.”

The look of shock that crossed your face when you processed his words would stay in his mind forever. The way Y/N’s eyes sparkled with tears, and the way her lips curved upwards into a brilliant smile. The airport seemed to quiet around them, as if time was frozen in this moment just for them.

Y/N was shocked; She didn’t think that this chance meeting would be the one to bring her and her soulmate together. She thought that meeting Chanhee would have occurred in a class or perhaps at a small coffee house near campus. Never in a million years was Y/N prepared to bump into Chanhee at JFK International Airport the day before she would start a new life in South Korea dedicated to finding him.

The pair smiled at each other, taking in the sight before Y/N unexpectedly threw her arms around Chanhee, pulling him into a tight hug. After a moment of processing, Chanhee wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and laid his chin on her head, laughing at the gesture. They pulled back and stared into each other’s eyes just as reality cut back in.

“11:30 am flight to Seoul, South Korea at T18 is boarding, repeat, flight to Seoul at T18 is boarding now!”

Chanhee’s mind was frantic, whipping his head back down to search Y/N’s face. Surely she wouldn’t leave him this quickly after meeting? Then the thought occurred to him, that she would have to leave eventually. Her tuition and expenses must have already been paid for the year in Seoul, not to mention the plane ticket fee that would go to waste if she didn’t leave right this moment. His face grew somber, laying a hand on Y/N’s shoulder who seemed to be deep in thought.

“What are you all sad about? Did someone die?”

“You need to go, your flight is boarding...”

Y/N smiled, resting her own hand on top of Chanhee’s, “I’m not going anywhere for quite some time Chanhee.”

fin.

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mik3ysprincess03 · 4 years

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Hajime Iwaizumi X Tati <3

It was a crisp spring morning in Miyagi prefecture, with the warm summer weather around the corner it was becoming tee-shirt weather season, soon the students of Aobajohsai High private school would switch to their summer uniforms instead of the warmer winter uniforms their school had. Hajime Iwaizumi had headed out to school, he was standing by some of the lockers, Oikawa was in front of him babbling about eating too much Japanese styled pudding the night before and he now had felt sick, classic move.

Iwaizumi had rolled his eyes at his friend’s remark when he noticed his girlfriend Tatiana walk down the hall with a couple of her friends. “Iwa-chan are you listening?!” Oikawa stammered as he noticed Iwaizumi become distracted, Oikawa was unaware of their relationship yet. Actually, no one on Iwa’s side of the story had no idea about his new and perfect girlfriend. Today he had planned to tell his team at practice, knowing it was better to do it sooner than later due to Oikawa being unbelievably nosy.

“One second, I need to speak to someone.” Iwaizumi muttered as he walked off from his friend. Iwa wore his schools lavender coloured dress shirt, a red tie which was slightly undone, not neck tight, and beige tight pants. Though it was common for Iwaizumi to talk with people from his class, which as far as almost everyone knew Tatiana was just his friend, however they would make the announcement today to their friends that they are in fact in a romantic relationship. Iwaizumi walked up to Tatiana, he almost wanted to kiss her right there or hug her; except considering the setting, that wouldn’t be the most formal and or proper thing to do with being in public.

“Good morning, Tatiana.” He gave a small smile to his girlfriend as her friends quickly said good bye to her and walked off to their classes. “Hi, good morning Iwa-chan!” Tatiana giggled cheerfully to her boyfriend, copying the nickname his childhood friend, Oikawa gave Iwaizumi. Though it was much cuter when she said it, “are you still coming to practice after school so we can tell them if you’re ready?” He asked, “yep, sounds good! I’ll come by right at the start.” The dark haired girl blushed looking up with her hazel eyes to her boyfriend. “Sounds good, I’ll see you then, babe.” He nodded his head as the two went their separate ways.

Once all classes for the day were over, Tatiana made her way down to the boys gym where the volleyball’s team practice was located. Tatiana was a gorgeous girl, she did catch a lot of attention from guys, and girls always complimented her on her beautiful eyes, smile and skin. Not to mention Iwa, who was always in admiration because of how adorable she is. A few guys on the volleyball team had mentioned her, you know, guys being guys having some locker room talk of who they thought was the cutest girl at school. Within all the third years at Aobajohsai, Tatiana probably had the highest grades, teachers loved her, she was highly respected just like Iwaizumi.

Upon arrival to the gym she slightly peeked her head inside the gym, the team was running through basic drills, and damn Iwaizumi looked good in that uniform. It almost made her mouth drop when she saw him, wanting a boyfriend her entire life was nothing more than a fantasy. Until she became friends with Iwa and they slowly developed feelings for each other. Then she realized how special she was, it felt like a dream to have him as her boyfriend. To be called his girl.

“TATI-CHAN!!!” She heard a voice yell out, here comes the grand kind: Tooru Oikawa. Though Tatiana was a fairly extroverted person, a situation like this was an excuse. It was a bit nerve wracking because she wasn’t sure wether their friends would support them or not. She had told a few friends about the relationship she had with Iwaizumi a few hours ago, everyone had been so supportive. It was a fairly big deal since this was her very first boyfriend! “Hey Oikawa!” She smiled as she stepped into the gym, it was cool, the fans in the gym were more so circulating the air rather than keeping it cold but it was still fairly chilly.

“Why are you here today? Did you come to see me?” Oikawa was honestly pretty much crushing on Tatiana, it was obvious to Iwaizumi too. However, Iwaizumi wasn’t particularly jealous because it was normal for Oikawa to be flirty with most girls, and he trusted Tatiana. Iwaizumi felt so lucky to be with a girl who fit him so well, who balanced his personality.

“Oh I-“ Tatiana started but Iwaizumi cut her off while walking over to the pair. Putting his hands on his hips. “Actually she came to see me, Oikawa. We have something important to tell everyone.” He looked at Tatiana as a confirmation that it was okay to tell everyone. The whole team slowly came over confused as to what was going on. Was it a school announcement? A graduate announcement? A new team manager? Everyone anticipated a response. Tatiana gave a soft smile and nod into his direction as an “okay, I’m ready” type response. Iwaizumi’s teammates were actually suspicious as to what he’s been up to recently because he hadn’t been hanging out his friend group as much at lunch or study breaks as often as before. Him and his girlfriend developed a habit of going to the local connivence store to get snacks on study break.

Taking a deep breath, Iwaizumi spoke, “Tatiana is my girlfriend. As your vice captain of the team I think it’s important for me to tell you this, since she’s a big part of my life. I was thinking of having her become a manger to help out and she will be at some practices and games if she wants. I hope you get along with her well. She’s an amazing girl.” Iwaizumi bowed down his head slightly to his team, looking at all of his friends. As Issei Matsukawa, the middle blocker broke the silence. “Hey man, you’re a lucky guy.” He patted Iwaizumi’s back. “I’ve got history with her and she’s super smart, not to mention pretty cute. I think she’d be a great manager considering how organized all her school notes and papers are.” The tall boy smiled. Tatiana blushed like a strawberry.

The coaches weren’t in the gym right now, considering the practice just started and they are usually out to smoke during some of the warm ups. Oikawa bit his lip, “oh my god I knew it Iwa-chan, you’re so bad at being sneaky. You little rascal!” Oikawa stammered. “I’m not a ‘little rascal’, and I wasn’t trying to be sneaky either” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “Yeah Oikawa, you’re the sneaky one here, you are the one with multiple girlfriends.” Tatiana teased giggling as she made the team let out a chuckle. “I mean you’re not wrong. It’s really nice to see you and Hajime together. I think you two are pretty cute together.” Hanamaki politely added as Kunimi added a simple “yeah, I wouldn’t mind her helping us out.”

“Have you guys kissed yet, or even better made out?” Oikawa curiously asked, “Guys that girls squeal over piss me off. Knock it off dude.” Iwaizumi sighed as he looked at Oikawa with his typical childish antics. Oikawa, raising his eyebrow like a desperate child wanting to pry more information off the pair. Tatiana looked down at her skirt and knee high socks embarrassed and she couldn’t help but laugh at the two of them, they bickered like this often but the two males were very close friends, especially after all they’ve been through according to Iwaizumi.

“How else am I going to show my appreciation to her? Tatiana is precious to me. I hope to be with her for a long time.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and crossed his arms now. “Oikawa, silly! Why do you want to know so much?” Tatiana giggles “w-well no one can deny that you are cute and I’m also pretty cute. I just want to make sure he takes care of you. Protect the cuties!” Oikawa stuttered, “Tati-chan what’s your number? I want to make a group what with you, iwa-chan and I, so we can talk lots and you can keep me updated on all the juicy info!” He brightly smiled holding his hand out in a peace sign. “Great, now you’ve let out a barrel of monkeys.” Issei groaned.

“Alright babe, I’ll come see you after practice. You can just sit here on the benches.” He smiled grabbing her hand to walk her over to a bench. He looked down at her, as Tatiana sat down on the bench. Holding a carton of chocolate milk from the schools drink machine. “I bought you a bottle of water too!” She beamed happily hanging over a bottle of some fancy mineral water the vending machine had. “You didn’t have to spend 600 yen on me just so I can have fancy water.” Iwaizumi chuckled looking at his girlfriend as he stroked his hand through her silky hair. “I know but I wanted to get it for you. It’s the best kind!” She assured him with a smile. “Alright alright, fine, I trust you” the spiky haired boy added.

“Damn, you can really tell how much he likes her, just by the way he looks at her. I haven’t seen That guy ever have a soft expression on his face, she’s something alright.” Tatiana heard one of the guys mutter as she blushed to herself. “Oh and Iwa-chan after practice we are going to the cafe across the school to get macaroons right?!” She asked happily, hoping he wouldn’t be too tired after practice. “Of course. I’ve never tried them before, I’m looking forward to it, Tatiana” he responded as the coaches walked in. “Alright guys lets get this started!” One of them yelled out. As Tatiana turned her attention back to her boyfriend. “Work hard for me!” “Anything for you, honey” he quietly added as he jogged off to the court.

Tatiana felt truly happy to have such an amazing boyfriend as Hajime Iwaizumi. Perhaps they were in love.

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theotter99 · 4 years

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Uncovering Fables

Intermission 1.1

[Scrolls are an important way to keep our history and the events we go through in our minds. Our past is important and it gives lessons to learn so we can improve our future and not repeat the same mistakes. But sadly, we may not get the entire past. Does this mean we don’t learn from it or should we take the fact that something is missing as a lesson in itself?

The scrolls before our young adventurers is covered in blood and a green substance. At first the handwritten Japanese symbols on it is neat but as the story we are now reading continues the handwriting becomes more shaken and panicked.

This is the story of an unhumble and disobedient servant.]

I accomplished something grand for my people today.

It almost feels unreal that my research has been funded by our great emperor. Since childhood, my parents have pushed me study and cherish knowledge. I have obeyed their wishes and I continued in school even when my selfish mind wanted me to stop. Thankfully, I did not as I remembered that I must continue the legacy of our wonderful bloodline. It is full of great scholars that I can never live up to but hopefully just a small part of what I do for them will be remembered.

Still, it has taken several years of classes and dedication to my empire to accomplish just the funding of the research but the great emperor himself approved of it. Thinking back to my meeting with him, my heart was racing and as my knees landed onto the ground to bow to him, his presence overwhelmed me. His words felt like soft honey and the peaceful tweeting of birds. His wisdom overtook my senses and I wanted nothing more but to please him.

I presented the idea of how we should do more study on the waters that surround our great island. If our people are to become more powerful and stronger then we should take advantage of what has been given to us.

But then I almost felt our world freeze when the emperor stared at me after I explained this. He asked about the life and beauty of nature surrounding us and what I planned to do with it. Did I plan on upsetting the gods that have generously gave us the plants and animals? Did I plan to anger the spirits of this world by disrupting their home and destroying their lives? If I did that, then all I was asking for was the world attacking me and my people.

The denial on his face was clear and I quickly promised to him and to my ancestors that I would not harm any creatures or their homes as I did this research. By some miracle, this pleased him. He agreed to let me travel with a group of samurais who were traveling to a nearby island to do some business that I was unaware of.

I thanked the emperor as I kissed his feet. He has given an opportunity of a life time and I will not let him or our people down. I am grateful for this chance and I promise that our people will grow because of this.

Thank you, my great emperor.

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Soon enough, I gave the news to my wife. A wide smile spread across her face and she hugged me, thanking the great emperor for this happy day. I embraced my love and whispered to her how greatest will continue in our family. To celebrate this great day, we had a giant feast and went to see a play afterwards. The play warned us about the selfish demons inside us and how they can bring the collapse to a great city. I can’t help but praise my ancestors that they have taught me to be better then the selfish man in the play.

We then walked along the edge of the lake near our home. I glanced over at my wife and the smile on her face brightened our great day even more. I will make her and my people even greater soon. She will have a good life.

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Today we embark on the journey to the small island where I will be conducting my research. We will be traveling for a few days on a ship that is smaller than the usual ones. This way the journey will be faster. As I step up onto the deck this morning, I examined the beauty of the sails the careful craftsmanship of the boat. Soon, we started sailing and I walked to the front, placing my hand on the railing and feeling the breeze blow through my hair. Looking down at the crashing waves below, a small smile spread across my face.

I hid this from the crew members that worked on deck behind me and I did my best to keep a serious face as I pretended to take a water sample.

Looking out into the waters, I felt something touch my shoulder as a soft hum could be heard in my ears. I softly sang along with the song without noticing what I was doing until it was too late. The song sounded familiar. Almost like a melody that would help a child fall to sleep after the scares of a storm.

My heart filled with joy as I quickly looked around, expecting someone to be standing by me— someone that I haven’t seen in years.

The word, “Mom?...” quietly slipped out of my mouth.

Nothing like this has ever occurred during my lifetime and nothing else like this occurred in the hours that followed but I have still been thinking about it all day. As I sit in my cabin on the ship, I am alone. I am thinking about this and I can’t help but wonder if this is a sign. Maybe someone is trying to tell me that I am doing good. That this is what I am meant to do to build our empire.

Why else would my ancestors come to me in this way? Why else would they send me a guardian in my own mother? My spirits lift as I know that I will successes in making my people grander. No one can stop me with the discovers that I shall make.

I…

It is strange to write ‘I’ like that. Everything that one does is for their country. One cannot afford to be selfish but… A spirit is following me on my journey. Does that mean that I am somehow special? That my research is important that my ancestors themselves come to protect me? Whatever I was going to accomplish must be great. I shall be great and maybe even the emperor himself will bow down at my feet.

I’m currently smiling at this thought but I need to stop. This will only lead to selfishness and personal pleasures. I need to remove these thoughts for my head and remember that I am here to help my people. Not myself.

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We had arrived at the island. It is small with a beautiful forest in the center of the land mass and sandy beaches run along the edges of the land. One side of the island raises above over the ocean and its rocky cliffs can be clearly seen from where our ship docked in the distance.

I was one of the last people to leave the ship and get onto the island using our small canoe for they seemed to be more important. The trip to the island was nothing special but once we walked towards base, I couldn’t help but be in awe of what I saw. In the middle of the island was a hidden entrance to an underground cave that has been made years ago.

First, we entered a huge and long hallway and I spin around to get a better view of the area. The long tunnel held many doors that lead to rooms for cooking, worshipping and other necessities that the people here needed. Other doors lead to dorms for the people to sleep in and when I asked where my room was, I was told that is was the furthest away from where the important work being held. I was taken aback by the selfish nature of my guide. We were all here for a reason— To improve our people. Why would he think so little of me?

In fact, why did no one see that I was here for a reason? Were they all too busy with their own work? If that was the case, there wasn’t a lot to do on the ship so why did they not speak to me there? These questions still linger in my head.

I was led out of the living quarters where we entered a large cave where nothing has been built and nothing has been disturbed. Leftwards to the door that we walked out of was two other hallways— the middle was where the samurais would train and make plans. I was strictly told that I was not allowed in there. Instead we strolled through the third door and we walked down a long hallway. And soon enough, I found my lab.

There was a few tables and a mat in the corner. And that was it. It was fairly empty and if I didn’t bring my own supplies then I would have been worried for how I would do my work?

I turned to my guide and was about to thank him but he was already gone, probably to the living quarters. I softly sighed and looked around my lab and knew that this is where I was going to live for the next few months.

I was going to be alone so I better get to work.

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I was right with being alone. I have done most of my work alone as I sit in this lab and every few days, people will only check up on me. Sadly, I only think this is too see if I wasn’t dead. The emperor himself has funded my project so why am I not treated as important as the others here?

That doesn’t matter right now. I need to stop asking these questions and go back to my studies.

I have been doing studies on the ocean for a few weeks now but I haven’t encountered anything special. If I am going to do anything with what the emperor has given me, I need to leave this empty island, which I will do soon. I have finally convinced one of the people here to let me use the tug boat and ride out further into the sea. I have packed a meal and plan to be out all day. I will write if anything of interest is found.

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I come back with delightful news even if a strong wave almost sunk the boat. The further I went out into the waters the rougher they became as I heard a roar in the distance. If anyone had came with me, they would have told me to sail back to the island, that I was invading on the foreign spirits’ land and that I was angering them.

I almost decided to head back when the boat almost flipped over.

But I couldn’t go back now. I couldn’t when I soon saw the soothing waters in the distance and soon, I made it there. I breathed out and took in my surroundings of the sea. That was when something poked out of the water in the distance. Was that a tail? I needed to know so I continued sailing forward.

And what I saw next amazed me. I couldn’t get a clear look but I could see something beautiful in the waters below. The fishes below had their own community of colors structures and rocks. They lived in unison and none of them seemed to be in danger. It was peaceful and nice.

I think I have discovered something great and I need to look further into this.

But how? There is no equipment for me to get into the waters to swim or a way for me to get a closer look at the beautiful city.

There is also the promise that I have made to my emperor. I would not harm or disrupt any nature and animals. This frustrates me because I am so close to finding something breathtaking for our people yet so far from getting it. I will find a way to get there. I already have a few ideas and I will test them tomorrow.

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Another Failure.

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[This goes on for a dozen more times. The handwriting becomes shakier and tear stains can be seen on the strolls as the words of disappointment continue]

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I have done something terrible. I have accidently broken my oath to the emperor and now I am staring at a broken piece of a colorful rock on my table. I have broken a piece of the fishes’ home and I am expecting something to hurt or punish me but nothing is. The wait is killing me more than anything.

My heart is racing as I pick up the stone and examine the smoothness of it. What have I done? How can I face my emperor now that I have broken the oath? How many spirits would be after us now that I have done this? Is everyone in danger now? Will every death and injury that the others encounter from now on be my fault? I didn’t see why not.

What was I supposed to do now? How do I make this up to my emperor, my ancestors and to the gods? Do I sacrifice myself in order to save the others? Would my blood satisfy them?

Just the thought makes my skin go pale but I would do anything for my people, right? But why would I consider that as one of my first options when I could attempt to return the stone? Right? That was always something that I could do…

Realizing this, I need to sit down and consider all my options. I need to think through this clearly. There must be more that I can do other than the worse. I shall return at night with a clear head.

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After my pervious fears of what nature was going to do to us, I still decided to fish to think. Everyone around me sticks to the cave during this time of day so it was better to find a place where I could be alone to think. I made my way onto the surface and at the edge of the cliffs, sat underneath a tree. This was where I casted my line to catch my dinner for the evening.

This is where I considered all of my options.

Drawing a shaky breath, I looked at into the horizon and thought that I should try to return the stone back to where it came from. Maybe then, the spirits will take pity on me. They may forget everything that I have done to them. I hoped.

As I continued watching the horizon, I noticed the tail poking out of the water again. Was I not crazy the first time I thought I say a creature like this? I hugged my fishing pull tightly as I watched this animal swimming through the waters and something tugged at my soul. I had a feeling that no one had ever a creature like that before. If only I can see it closer up but why would the gods bless me with such a sight when they are already angry with me.

Suddenly, a pull could be felt on my fishing line and I quickly tightened my grasp on it. Holding my breath and trying my best not to fall off the cliff, soon enough, I pulled the fishing line in and the biggest fish I have ever caught was on the line. I was going to eat well tonight.

But this didn’t make sense.

If the gods were mad at me then why would they give me such a pleasant meal for tonight? Why would they give me the energy like this when they could have sent a tiny fish near my way? Or even no fish at all.

Was this another sign?

As the wind blew around me, I heard the soft hums of a childhood song again and I breathed in. This was a sign. Did I really not angry the gods at all? Was I safe?

A small smile spread across my face as I slowly became relieved. The gods weren’t mad at me. In fact, I must be doing something right if they gave me this. And if that was the case, did they want me to go into the waters and disturbed the land after all?

And there was that tail again, appearing in the water beyond. Why did it keep appearing? Was this another sign too or was I just think too deeply? No, I couldn’t be. And even if I was, I couldn’t ask anyone else here what they thought. They always ignored me, and didn’t believe that I was supposed to be here with them.

Well, I’ll show them. After all, I have my ancestors behind me and guiding me to my destiny. I am going to show them who is really important here. The gods have given me a sign to show just how important I really am and soon they won’t have a choice but to know that I am the important one here.

I glanced back into the sea and watched the creature swim peacefully in the waters.

And the first thing I was going to do was get that creature.

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Naia: A Character Bio

Name: Naia Addington

Appears in: La Vie en Bleu

Character Summary:

Star Sign: Pisces

Personality Type: ENFJ,-A/-T

Physical description: Naia is of Japanese descent like her creator. He made her as a homage to his lost country. She has soft brown eyes and black hair that she keeps cut just above her shoulders. She usually pulls her hair back and in the later books ties it up in a red kerchief as she’s working about her sweet shop. She’s described as having a proud but kind face.

Break-down: Naia is a Mechi, or an advanced form of AI. Mechi are sentient at this point in Lacuna history but they still face much prejudice and are of the working class. They aren’t very trusted and most humans in Zenith do not afford them their basic rights. Most Zenith laws are against Mechi, not for them, and so of course this springs many troubles. Being one of the first generation of sentient Mechi, Naia faces much backlash and emotional abuse by those who do not understand Mechi and she feels the sting once she is pushed out into the world. She barely has time to learn about the world around her and to develop her personality when her creator sells her.

Her first job comes in the form of the Addington family who buys her as a maid. She keeps her head down and does her job, ignoring the gossip and tittering of the other servants,that is until the eldest son of the family arrives home from the boarding school he was forcefully shipped off to for his strong personality. Her first encounter with a decent human being becomes a passionate affair that must be kept secret in a world that would see her love for a human as a crime. Naia’s personality eventually reveals itself to be kind and loyal, someone who will always be there in times of need. Later in life she becomes an independent Mechi and a pioneer for others in her position.

Relationships:

Loki (sibling)

Details: Naia and Loki were made by the same creator and so they refer to one another as siblings. They have a short time together after they’re made, learning with one another before they are seperated and pushed into different forms of labor as the Zenith law decrees. Later in the series, Loki and Naia do reunite and keep in close contact. They continue to see one another as family and Naia eventually uses her status in a high ranking corporate family to help Loki throughout his own tumultuous journey towards autonomy and freedom.

Isaiah (romantic)

Details: When Isaiah Addington comes home from boarding school, Naia isn’t sure what to think of him, but as they get to know one another, and she learns to trust him, the boundaries between human and Mechi are blurred and she finds herself falling in love. Isaiah treats her as what she is, a sentient being with thoughts and emotions and together they navigate this strange new world. Their story spans decades and her love for this human carries her through an often difficult life to an end no one expects.

Miel “Blue” Vauquelin (friend)

Details: Naia meets Blue through Loki and becomes a fast friend to her brother’s cherished lover. As Blue comes into his own, Naia is there to hold out her hand to him and help him along. She’s a very generous individual and Blue feels a genuine connection with her because she’s the only family that Loki has in the world. Naia sees in Blue the struggle she had to go through being a Mechi that harbored feelings for a human. She understands the pain and heartache that follows these forbidden unions and will do anything to help someone walking in her shoes.

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“Is this the new model?” A woman’s voice came from somewhere above me but I kept my head down, waiting to be acknowledged personally. I was used to people talking over my head as if I wasn’t there. In their minds, I wasn’t really. I was just a shell, a body that walked and talked but didn’t really have thoughts of its own. I was an it, and had been one since I was created.

“It’s in much better shape than the last one,” The woman said with a dismissive sniff. “Girl, what’s your name?” I glanced up, keeping my face smooth as my creator taught me.

“They do not know what I have made here,” he had told me once. “I have played God, and you are the result.”

“Naia,” My voice sounded so quiet, a little bird chirping, trying to find its way out of a house it didn’t belong in.

“You will take the surname Addington,” The woman said. Her eyes looked down her nose at me, sharp flints of jade. My new mistress seemed to be made of sharp angles; her face, her tone, her personality. They all cut with razor sharp precision.

And so I became Naia Addington and I learned to walk on tiptoe, a nice accompaniment to my bent head. I hardly ever enjoyed the sea in those first days as I learned my new role. I could smell it on the air, the scent of salt water, and something putrid. Dead fish, the Mechi butler had whispered to me once. We always talked in whispers if we talked at all. The only reprieve we had was our noon break and the moment we fell into bed, not to sleep, but to give the mistress and master of the house their own reprieve from our strange presence. We could have worked into the night, but the master was kind and he pushed his wife’s hands on many occasions in favor of the servants of the house.

I would lie awake in bed at night, resting my system, looking at the whorls of wood in the ceiling above me, smelling salt and dead fish on the air.

“In Greek a naiad was a water nymph,” Loki had explained in the first few weeks of our creation, as we were learning about the world around us, our hands touching, sharing information. “You were named after that. How curious.”

My room was in the basement of the house, hidden away with the other metal objects and discarded antiques. Sometimes in the dead of night I would wind my way through the stacks of dressers and books, and once or twice I slipped from its hiding place, an old world photograph book. In the book were photographs of generations of Addingtons. This particular home had seen a century of the same bloodline filing through its grand doors. I always admired humans for their ability to procreate, something that wasn’t within my grasp.

As I looked at the faces, sweeping by with each turn of old brittle pages, I noticed a pattern to the family; they all had fine, handsome faces. Only a few had had abnormalities about them and the pictures of those particular relatives were scant and few between as if to hide away their human imperfections. Humans were amusing. My mouth had tilted slightly at the corner as my fingers danced their way through history. When I had gone through all the photographs, I slipped each book carefully in its place. I had gotten very good at placing objects exactly where they had been left.

A few times the mistress of the house thought to test me. She would move a book from the bookshelf and place it on a coffee table, or leave a glass of water sitting somewhere unseen, and often changes were barely detectable, a candle moved a centimeter out of place. She would know if I had cleaned thoroughly, and I always did. When she was certain I was thorough, she began to leave me to myself and objects stopped moving unless I picked them up to clean under and around them.

“You’re clever,” Ethos the butler said when I had worked for the Addingtons a month. “More so than the last. I hope for your sake that you remain clever.” Something in his tone, in the way his eyes shifted away from me and swept the room made me wonder what he was truly speaking about. This was before it was common for humans to take Mechi lovers, and I had barely been alive a year, a child really.

I never had eyes for the master of the house. He was handsome as all the Addingtons were but he was also old, kind, and reminded me of my creator. He would compliment my work when he was about the house which was rare, and then drift away to more important things. It was the mistress who dealt with the servants, her calculating gaze was what mattered, what kept us all trying to please her. We didn’t want to end up on the scrap pile earlier than our expiration date.

If you would like to know more about the series this character is from, stay tuned to this writeblr. I’m going to put up many more character bios and short stories, or stop by my website https://amdailybooks.com/ for more info and many freebies/short stories that will be popping up soon! I’m always up for asks and will talk nonstop about these beloved babies.

This story will be free on the website when it is completed!

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psyfi · 7 years

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Something Familiar

Ok, so I felt the urge to post something, and this came to mind. Its the first fanfiction I’ve written, and I never finished it. Anyone is welcome to continue this if they want, I’ve just lost the motivation to finish it. That being said, I hope you enjoy this *thing*.

@fillyreports I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER!!!

As a car sped through Paris, the boy inside it thought back to a few weeks before. “Wait, you’re sending me to Marinette’s place because?” The half Japanese boy asked. “Well, with the monsters being beaten and your grades dropping due to your laziness, I thought that you might need a change of scenery.” Randy’s mom replied. “We haven’t talked to them in ages and I think it would be a nice surprise for Marinette. Besides, do you have any other plans than to play Gravepunchers with Howard?” His mom looked up from her knitting to give Randy a questioning glance. Randy sighed. ”Yeah, I guess you’re right. But I doubt she even remembers me anymore. The last time we saw each other, we were barley eight.” Randy stood up from the couch in the living room to examine what his mom was making. “I mean I remember he- MOM WHAT ARE MAKING?!” Randy’s mom looked up again, with a teasing smile on her face. “I knew you would like it. But this is for Marinette.” His mom held up a red scarf with a black border on it. He looked closer, and found that there were little ladybugs sewn into it.” I think it’s fitting, considering the heroes of Paris. You can give it to her when you go over to France.” His mother stood up, signaling the end of the conversation. “Huh-I don’t even get to choose to go?! Mom!” Randy whined, his mom walking away with a laugh. He looked at the scarf again. ’Curse my love of scarves. Mom always holds it over my head.’ With his mother being a world-famous fashion designer turned stay-at-home-mom, she only made a new piece when she really thought someone deserved it. He knew she was serious if she had even made something in the first place. Randy turned to go upstairs, when a red flash caught his eye. The Nomicon? But he had defeated the Sorcerer not that long ago, what did it need? He checked if his mom was upstairs, then opened the book and promptly passed out drooling on the floor. Randy fell through the book, passing words and phrases along the way. He crashed into a tree, and landed in ….. A bird’s nest? What, was he gonna fight a sparrow? Or, heaven forbid, a chicken! He shuddered a bit, then looked around at the branches for clues. The only thing he saw was his path through the tree, which, now that he thought about it, REALLY hurt. Randy winced, and turned his attention towards the center of the nest. There, a small black egg with red cracks sat, just waiting to be touched. So touch it Randy did. A resounding crack sounded throughout the forest, evidence of the line that was slowly creeping down the egg. Randy jolted back with a cry, landing on his backside. Oh god, what did he do? Was that important? Was he going to die? The Nomicon wasn’t saying anything, so he took it as a sign to crawl forward again. The line had made more progress and was about to reach the bottom. He touched it once more, and the egg finally split open. Inside it was a completely feathered bird, with dark feathers covering most of its body. The only exceptions were the red tipped wings, and the white face with four blue stripes. There were two above the eyes and two below. Randy whispered quietly to himself, “The tengu? But I thought it was in the ninja mask. Why is it so tiny?” The small demon bird chose that moment to open his eyes, which were a bright red. The minuscule bird opened his beak and Randy prepared to be attacked, but the tengu said in a high pitch, “Hi there friend! You wouldn’t happen to have any caramel, would you?” The tengu explained that he could only come out when the Sorcerer wasn’t there. When Randy asked why, the demon bird explained that since he was a protector of nature, the Sorcerer’s magic could have had horrible effects on him. He also explained that since he was trapped for so long, he had converted to primal instincts. He felt sorry for what had happened to Howard, and asked if he could apologize. Randy had said it probably wasn’t the best idea, since Howard cursed at everything that even looked like a bird. So a few weeks later, when Randy was getting on a plane to France, he had to smuggle a palm-sized bird in his hood. Not to mention a whole lot of caramel. Tōchi (The name the tengu had given him) said it was his main source of energy and that he could go without it, but he would be extremely weak. Randy had responded with a simple, “But why caramel?” Tōchi had looked at him like Randy had insulted his entire family. The bird had snapped back, “Because it’s delicious, that’s why.” As for why he was tiny, the response he got was “for convenience”. Randy got the feeling he didn’t want to talk about it, so he just changed the subject. Now he was in a taxi, heading towards Marinette’s school. Tōchi kept reassuring him that everything would be okay. While they were on their way there, Tōchi had shown interest in the heroes that watched over Paris. Randy decided that he better catch Tōchi up on modern day happenings a lot more later, but for now he was content to just explain Ladybug and Chat Noir. “Well, they’re these heroes that protect Paris from akumas, which kinda infect you if you have negative thoughts.” Randy paused for a moment. A questioning look came upon his face. ”Now that I think about it, that sounds a lot like what happens in Norrisville. Do you think they’re related?” The tengu shrugged. “You’re right there, pal. But it must have happened after I was imprisoned. Nothing comes to mind.” Randy sighed, but perked up when he saw outside the window. “AHH, we’re here. Do you think she’ll recognize me? God, I’m so nervous Tōchi!” The car was approaching Marinette’s school, and Randy’s stomach flopped down to his toes. Tōchi swatted Randy with his tiny wing. “You’ll be fine! Now pay the nice taxi driver before he turns around and finds you talking to yourself.” Randy laughed nervously, and handed over a bit more money than needed to the cab driver. He glanced at Randy briefly, but Randy just waved a hand at him as he stepped out of the car with his bags. “You can keep the change. Thank you for the ride, sir!” Randy shut the door quickly, and hopped unto the sidewalk. “Well, that was a bit awkward.” A voice inside Randy’s head pinged. “What! Who said that?!” Randy flailed his long limbs around for a bit, but stopped when Tōchi snickered. "Was that you, Tōchi?” “Of course it’s me! Do you know anyone else that can speak in your mind?” The voice said again, which now definitely had sounded like Tōchi. “You’re gonna have to explain all of this to me later, okay?” Randy asked as he started to walk to the front of Marinette’s school. “Yeah, I promise I will, now come on, can I see this childhood friend of yours or not?” Tōchi whined as he crept back into Randy’s hood. Randy swallowed hard, then mentally prepared himself. Alright, just go up to her and say, ’Hey Marinette, you might not remember me, but I’ve known you since we wore diapers.’ Randy shook his head. No that just sounds creepy. The school bell rang before Randy could come up with anything else. Kids came pouring out of the beige-bricked school. The school looked nothing like NHS. This one was all old brick and had a certain Paris charm. Randy’s school was new and stayed new, from all the repairs it needed constantly. Tōchi whistled in his head, “Man, this school has a whole lotta class!” Randy chuckled, then responded back in a mind-whisper. ”What, don’t like Norrisville High?” Tōchi stuck his tongue out at Randy, and responded with “I was trapped there for 800 years or so. In fact, you’re the second ninja I’ve even had contact with.” Randy blinked. That’s right, he was trapped in that stone for so long, but something else came to mind. “Hey…” Randy began, but a girl’s shout of alarm cut him off. “Hah, Marinette! Nice job tripping over air!” A blond-headed girl was hovering over someone but Randy couldn’t make out who it was. “No wonder you can’t even hold a conversation with Adrien.” The blond shifted and Randy saw something that took his breath right out of his chest. There, kneeling among her scattered school work, was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was taller (duh) and carried a purse with her, which was new to Randy. But her hair was still in the same style since he last saw her. He could recognize those twin tails anywhere. So when the blond started jabbing at Marinette’s ego, he felt something rear up in his chest. Whether it was his hero complex acting up or the tengu’s instincts, Randy didn’t know. But he knew no one hurt his friends, especially Marinette. Randy found himself dropping his luggage and marching over to the two girls. By now, they had attracted the attention of three other people, which Randy guessed were Marinette’s friends. Randy came to a stop behind Marinette, and spoke with a disarming smile, "OH, I’m sure that Nettie has a much larger vocabulary then you and is more than capable of holding a conversion.” Marinette froze, in the middle of reaching for her history book. The blond paused, then went white as a sheet as she took notice of Randy. “Y-Y-You’re Randy Cunningham.” ,she stuttered out. He shot her a fake surprised look. “Oh really? I didn’t know. And look! You can’t talk either. Cat got your tongue?” A snicker came from Marinette’s friends, but Randy ignored it. The girl blanked for a second, then retorted, “Well, what’s the son of a world-famous fashion designer hanging out with her for?” She waved her hand at Marinette, who was still frozen. Randy replied back as quick as a bullet. “She’s my friend, and I don’t take kindly to people who hurt my friends.” Randy nailed the girl with a glare, then kneeled down to help said friend. The blond huffed, then stalked away. The group that had gathered froze as well. Randy shrugged it off to help with the mess of school supplies. Marinette was stuck staring at the ground, a faint screeching coming out of her mouth. Randy put his hand on her shoulder. ”You ok there, Nettie?” Marinette turned around slowly, and asked in a whisper, “Randy?” Randy smiled and hugged her in a death grip. “The one and only. What, you think I would forget all about you? No way! As if I can forget the time you broke my leg with a bat.” Marinette blinked and swallowed. “Y-Y-You still remember that? And I thought I told you it was an accident!” At this she laughed and shoved him away. “You wouldn’t move so I tapped you with the bat.” Randy scoffed. “You broke my femur! I went around in a wheelchair for a month!” But he smiled good-naturally. “We did have amazing races on that thing, though.” The two old friends continued to laugh, unaware of the two tiny gods that had taken interest in the boy's aura.

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Foibles: Of Mice, Men, and Bunny Tracks

“The Heart of man is the greatest imposter and cheat in the world. God Himself states it, ‘the heart is deceitful above all things.’” Matthew Mead, Puritan Preacher 17th century London; Almost Christian Discovered

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The danger of any people is that in their blindness, they see perfectly. It is here between the morbidity of idiocy and the sheer determination of people to elude the truth that wars begin. Of most danger is that the America which was borne and bred out of the bloodshed of those Americans who cherished liberty from the heavy burden of government and the rule of tyrants shall once again be taken captive by the same evil which America broke free from. How shall a people stand if in the sway of political correctness and in the pride of their own souls, they do not see the enemy before them. For say they, I looked and wondered where be the enemy? But as I saw, so saw I that indeed, “We are the enemy”!

“But should the people of America once become capable of that deep simulation towards one another, and towards foreign nations, which assumes the language of justice and moderation while it is practicing iniquity and extravagance and displays in the most captivating manner the charming pictures of candor, frankness, and sincerity, while it is rioting in rapine and insolence, this country will be the most miserable habitation in the world; because we have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge, or gallantry, would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” —John Adams, To the Officers of the First Brigade of the Third Division of the Militia of Massachusetts, 1798

Foibles: Of Mice, Men, and Bunny Tracks

Today in America we have Mice, some Men but not plenty, and as those in Washington and in the liberal press go about looking for enemies, the one they choose is Donald Trump. Along with him as a target is anyone who may have voted for him or have sympathized with him. While Islamic terrorism, open borders, and open immigration are not an enemy to these people, it proves that trying to protect America is viewed as an enemy. Free elections, democracy, and giving someone a fair shake in the Presidency is also not in the cards for the liberals who funded by Soros and others continue their war.

The Mice are rats, or a better term maybe cockroaches that have gotten into the American system and have chosen to undermine the constitution and the American way of life. The so called Men in the picture are anyone with testosterone and the sexual anatomy that God originally gave them. And The Bunny tracks are those systemic failures of a people to really see what is ahead of them and the real enemy which lay in their future. In short, the recent election of Donald Trump which followed 8 years of the liberal, left leaning, communist and socialist agenda of Barack Obama has shown just how far down the proverbial rabbit hole of destruction we have fallen. For a people in America, we cannot see the truth for the mud of oblivion which is being launched by the left wing media types and the political hacks in DC.

Let me digress for a minute. As I thought on this article, I was sweeping up my sidewalk and driveway. It was one thing I could take care of today. After a horrid winter some time ago which killed off all our trees, we have now laid to rest all of them. The branches, twigs, and remnants still remain to some respect. We have more to cut and the yard is the worse it has looked since we moved here. The lawn was the best in the area, and it was here I did gardening and planting and busied myself with things I enjoyed to do. As I surveyed it, I know with work; it will come back. But as I did clean up this morning; America, DC politics, and the divide in this country is not something that can get fixed. I might add, much less do anything about it!

The forces dividing this nation have taken root and what is more the systemic problem here in this nation is one of God, faith, and repentance. Today we herald multi-culturalism, homosexuality, transgenderism, lesbianism, fornication, murder, and many other things that are the rule of the day. We have cast off Christianity and the one True God. In its place under Obama we have pushed Islam and actually saw an uptick in the attacks on Christians and their businesses who wanted to stand on the principles of their faith.

It is true here that we are a lawless people and really have not one clue as to what is right or wrong. At the beginning of this article I quoted 17th century preacher, Matthew Mead. The likes of this Puritan preacher would have been drawn and quartered if he was preaching in London today like he was back then. The riots from Muslims and Christians alike would be expansive as they battle the heretic Mead and his preaching. The same thing would happen in America if he came here to preach his message.

But as America has fallen headlong into lawlessness and the iniquity which it has embraced, the silence of the major churches, denominations, and Pastors are the loudest of all. The preaching of the Gospel of Christ, the continuance of the Christian faith in America, and the freedom of practicing our faith are all in jeopardy today. The voices today do not call for repentance.

Instead they herald a cry for blood and vengeance over the election of Donald Trump. I have heard, seen, and read so many who openly called for Trumps assassination that this is truly unreal. Very few of those saying these things are ever taken to task for it. In fact, the thing to do is to threaten and aim such verbal assaults on Donald Trump.

I can hear the dismay of Michael Moore over Trumps election and his administration. Moore calls for his downfall and to put Hillary in his place; his voice which echo’s over the land can be heard and repeated by thousands of liberals who believe he is right.

On the heels of a New York Times story saying members of Republican President Donald Trump’s campaign had multiple interactions with senior Russian intelligence officials, Moore hopped on Facebook and wrote that it’s “what we all suspected. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on: TRUMP COLLUDING WITH THE RUSSIANS TO THROW THE ELECTION TO HIM.” He then suggested that Hillary be put in his place. The Blaze

Moore is nuts, but the problem is; there are many just like him. Just as radical, and just a hateful. He just as soon as see America and her way life return to what he thinks is correct. That means liberal socialism, and not one conservative voice allowed to speak up.

Star Treker, George Takei took to the media to blast Trump as well. He views Trumps order to stop immigration like to the days when the Japanese in America were put into camps. This by far is the biggest stretch of imagination to date. Today is nothing like World War 2; although George was young at the time and with his parents was put into a camp. But realize at the time the Japanese did bomb Pearl Harbor, Germany had pretty much ran all over Europe and the world by then.

At the time Americans literally feared a Japanese invasion. You cannot judge history and what happened by just looking back. Even as a child Takei had no sense as to truth, all he saw was injustice. But the situation is not even close to the same although Takei wishes to stretch the truth. In World War 2, the Japs were the cause of the problems. If anyone is to blame it is the Japanese and not America’s policies at the time. If the Japs had not of attacked, then there would have been no camps.

George Takei has taken out of context what happened in World War 2 and compares it to a limited 3 month immigration/refugee stay in order to see that those coming in are properly vetted. Even Obama did this during his rule as President.

Takei said Trump signed his travel ban executive order just like President Franklin D. Roosevelt did with the Japanese internment order in the early 1940s, “with a broad brush characterizing one group of people as terrorists.” Trump in late January temporarily banned travelers from seven predominantly Muslim countries from entering America — a measure that a federal judge later halted. Trump acted in the name of national security, much as Roosevelt did in 1942 when he authorized the relocation of several thousands of Japanese Americans into internment camps after Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, Takei said.

The issue here is that Muslims in the world are the terrorists and I can name you where Christian persecution exists and in many cases it is Islamic terrorism and war that causes it. Although many times it is simply Islam which persecutes Christians, like in Pakistan, Indonesia, Sudan, Yemen, and other places.

At the Orange Coast College in Costa Mesa, student Caleb O’Neil recorded a video of a “human sexuality instructor telling a class that Republican President Donald Trump’s election was an act of terrorism”. The fact that such an idiot of an instructor said this and was allowed to say it to students shows how liberal classrooms in California have gotten. O’Neil literally got suspended for taking the video. In fact, the student cannot get back in school until he meets with the dean of students.

Right now Trump’s White House is besieged with leaks and the Left wing media, democrats, and Trump haters all smell blood. They have successfully taken out Michael Flynn and have eyes on Steve Bannon, and others who work alongside Trump. Then they are determined to take down Trump with a mighty stroke.

The problem is Obama’s hold-overs that are in place. These people are virulent, anti-capitalist, socialist leaning wackos that have not been ferreted out of the place.

Obama and his loyalists, it seems, will remain in the center of the political fray, officially and unofficially, in an organized effort to undermine the Trump administration…the leaks are part of a larger, loosely organized effort now underway to preserve Obama’s legacy. This effort involves Obama-era officials still inside the federal government, former Obama staffers working in the private sector, and Obama himself. Obama had eight years in the White House to secure his legacy. Any efforts on his part to undermine his successor aren’t just an affront to the principles of our democracy; they’re an admission that he and his acolytes never put much stock in democracy to begin with. The Federalist

Today the Foibles of those running DC, the government, the spy agencies, and the left leaning wacko newspapers can be seen everywhere. From specialized anti-Trump hit pieces to jumping on the issues that heralding Trumps possible downfall, the media has it covered. In fact, the worse besides ABC, CBS, NBS, MSNBC, CNN, and others is the MSN network and its own windows 10 app that covers the news. It is a minefield of Anti-Trump coverage and hit pieces. It is so bad I have stopped using it as much. They run and re-run old Anti-Trump news, and add to it.

The voices I have included in this piece are limited. There is enough out there to write several books on. To me, I will go back outside; clean up and make my world where I live a little cleaner and brighter place. I don’t expect America to change, or the churches to speak up, nor will the Pastors to do anything like really preach Holiness or the gospel. But I can change some things around me. But as for Washington DC, the Presidency has changed but Barack Obama, George Soros, and other liberals are in place in close proximity of DC politics. Nothing will change anytime soon and in fact things could get much worse. Between the socialist types like Soros and Obama and the globalists, America as we know has no chance of being brought back from the dead. America is on life support and much to the chagrin of those watching, we can identify with the danger to our society and way of life.

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Majisuka Gakuen 4 Redux

Chapter 1

It’s a sunny spring morning that sees the start of the school term.

Perhaps in a more civilized part of town, there may be students in their freshly pressed uniforms and book bags disembarking from buses and hurrying along the streets to their schools. That would not be a common sight in this particular area.

Instead, the beginning of school year in southern Tokyo sees young adolescents leisurely wandering the streets in packs, while donning a mockery of the uniform regulations: ripped up sleeves, ankle length skirts, pipes or baseball bats slung over one shoulder, bright dye in their hair, and smoke and violence trailing in their wake.

Majisuka Jyogakuen has always boasted some of the more infamous delinquents, and the grounds reflect as such. With students loitering about in the courtyard, if they deem it fit to show up at all. The old brick walls are scribbled all over in all manner of paints and pens, depicting obscenities, names and threats, and even random declarations of power. The corridors are somehow even more chaotic, with students clamouring over each other in the tight spaces, a stray swing of a fist here, bits of broken glass littering the floor, a vicious kick there, all in the hopes of furthering their positions on the school’s hierarchy for the upcoming year.

Upon the second floor corridor, the smell of cooking food wafts throughout the halls. This year it appears to be a familiar scent of cooking meat, only now it’s not so much smoky grilled, but steamed and complemented with a rich broth smelling of tantalising spices. The second year students have vacated the hall, lest they become a little too tempted to burst through the third classroom from the stairs and do something stupid.

Inside said classroom, sits a dozen students who have become rather desensitized to the mouth-watering aroma of the hotpot-of-the-day in past year, and five girls in red jerseys crowd around a boiling pot, simmering to the brim with mushrooms and vegetables.

For Team Hinabe, this is more than just the start to a new year, it’s the year they stake their claim on the school. First years are hardly ever taken seriously, and so second year is the crucial moment that decides their trajectory for the rest of their high school careers. The team’s founder and captain Uonome, is deep in thought as she stares at the bubbling broth.

There are so many different ways they can do this, but honestly, she can’t see most of them ending in success. Majisuka Jyogakuen, like most delinquent yankee schools in the area, is organised based on strength. The hierarchy is almost entirely a show of physical and martial power – unfortunately, as she looks at each of her contemporaries around the stove –

“You put something disgusting in it again,” Dodobusu complains, giving the piece of tripe lying limply on the ladle a nauseated glare as though it had somehow personally offended her.

Kusogaki probably is personally offended because she’s quick to chime in with a rather juvenile, “The only disgusting thing here is your face!”

“What? Say that again after looking into a mirror!” Dodobusu’s reply isn’t exactly much more mature.

Predictably Kusogaki is quick to grab onto the collar of her teammate’s jersey menacingly, but before any threats (or acts) of violence can get uttered, Jisedai interrupts with an exaggerated eye roll, “Oh shut up. Can’t I eat in peace?”

The final member of her team, Kenpou chimes in with, “Article 14: the general populace are equal by law, that is to say they are not to be discriminated by race, religion, gender or by their face.”

Uonome curses the nitwit who planted the idea of going to law school in Kenpou’s head. Her teammate has been speaking entirely in verses of Japanese law for months. If she isn’t so annoyed, she might’ve actually been impressed at how Kenpou managed to still participate in most conversations with such…restrictions.

“It’s too early for you to be talking Kenpou!” Kusogaki moans, rubbing her forehead as though thinking is actually causing her pain and the entire group descends into more and more juvenile squabbling.

Just as they’re reaching ‘I know you are, but what am I?’ levels, Uonome succeeds in becoming temporarily deaf. Why yes, Uonome thinks sardonically, there’s a lot of fearsome power to be seen here. Luckily though, an invaluable source of information drops onto their lap this year in the form of an old friend and mentor.

Wota, now known as Scandal, former leader of Team Hormone and a member of Maeda’s (technically Otabe’s) Rappapa, has returned from her exile to Fukuoka.

Scooping a generous serving of the broth into a bowl, Uonome offers it to her returning senpai, “Neechan, the hinabe is ready.”

“Thanks,” the green jersey clad girl takes the bowl while wondering when the food thing became so extravagant.

It had started with Scandal – or Wota as she went by back then, eating her lunch in class because she was hungry. When the teacher said nothing, she started doing it just because she could. Then Bungee started bringing her food, and then Unagi lugged a grill she found on the side of the road in one day, and then they’d started grilling hormone in class because who the hell was going to stop them? It appears the tradition has gotten more ridiculous over the years because Team Hinabe actually has an entire cooler set aside for themselves, filled with raw ingredients and condiments.

“Where are you guys getting the money to have hotpot every day?” Scandal is still a little incredulous at the whole thing. She remembers squabbling with her teammates over who had to pay for the hormone every week, and they were the cheapest cuts of meat you could get.

“Fighting, duh,” Kusogaki says in a matter-of-fact tone, and Scandal is reminded that this particular food-themed-team formed a little differently than most in Majijo did.

“That and Kenpou is rich,” Jisedai adds wryly.

“Sh! Article 13: every individual has the liberty of protecting his or her own personal information from being disclosed to a third party or made public without good reason!” Kenpou hisses, eyes flickering around the room warily.

“Oh relax, like anyone’s going to steal from us,” Dodobusu waves off her worries dismissively.

“It’s been a long time right Neechan?” Uonome steers the conversation away from that because the last thing she needs is for Kusogaki to start making loud declarations of how no one has the guts to challenge them, and well of course, those kinds of boasts result in just that, “How long were you suspended for?” she wonders aloud.

Scandal resists the urge to knock the kid on the head, she knew exactly how long Scandal has been gone for, “Two years brat. They sent me to Fukuoka you know? Just when I had the chance to be Vice-Captain too.”

“Oh yeah, it was the thing right?” Kusogaki asks, and the little rascal has the audacity to make the sign for ‘lover’ at her.

Scandal shoots her a poisonous glare and wonders when these punks got so bold. Probably in the two years she was gone. God did she hate Nezumi sometimes. That sneaky rat set her up. Scandal takes a bite of a mushroom and decides to change the subject before she slams a head into the boiling pot, Otabe probably won’t appreciate that – also she really needs to graduate soon and causing grievous bodily harm to her juniors is counterproductive to that, “Anyway, what’s been going on lately? How’s my team doing?”

“...how are we supposed to know? The last of Team Hormone graduated when I was a first year, like my actual first year,” Uonome says incredulously. Surely being sent to Fukuoka couldn’t have damaged Scandal’s memory that much?

“Not Team Hormone, I still talk to them. I meant you lot you genius,” Scandal points out, grinning through her teeth, knowing full well that it would rile them up.

“We’re not your team! They’re my team!” Uonome as always, is completely indignant over any insinuation that the formation of Team Hinabe isn’t a hundred percent due to her.

“Uh-huh, sure. Who convinced you make a team again?” Scandal takes great delight in needling the younger girl. It’s hilarious when she goes a little purple, but to Scandal’s surprise, Uonome remains relatively calm. That’s a good sign, guess the kid is making progress after all.

“Whatever. We’re doing good. We practically run this school you know, we keep the other schools in line,” Uonome is also a boastful braggart, but that part isn’t new.

“Really now?” Scandal says indulgently, before looking around in mock confusion, “This doesn’t look like the Rappapa club room to me. I thought you had to be Rappapa to be on top? Or has that changed in the last two years?”

Uonome scowls, and it’s Jisedai who answers her, “Nah, Rappapa’s still technically in charge.”

Scandal feels an eyebrow rise, “Technically?” now this has got to be interesting.

“They’re still the strongest around, but their presence has faded quite a bit,” Dodobusu explains in a way that isn’t really an explanation, like she’s hedging her answers because she’s afraid Scandal won’t like it.

“Elaborate,” Scandal demands flatly. Because last she checked, Otabe is still stomping around school (something about avoiding her father, Scandal hasn’t exactly been able to pry much out of her), and so the Rappapa can’t have gotten that weak over the last two years.

“Well, they’re still monstrously strong as ever. On a technical scale, you could probably say they’re actually one of the strongest Rappapa teams in the history of Rappapa. But well...compared to Yuko’s time...” Uonome sighs, and rubs her temples, as if this is a problem that has been plaguing her for years. It probably has been, “They just don’t care.”

Scandal frowns and makes waving motions in the air with her chopsticks, “Keep elaborating.”

“Like, Shibuya used to push people around for fun. Black was quiet but terrifying when she got serious. Gekikara was a nightmare no more explanation needed there. No one messes with Sado, I mean, her nickname was Sado. When Torigoya got going, you got the fuck away. And Yuko was the psycho who smiled when she jumped into twelve vs one fights. This Rappapa prefers to just keep to themselves, if you pick a fight with one of them directly, they’ll make you sorry for it – well Yoga makes you sorry for it – but if you just beat up a random Majijo gang, they don’t care. We’re getting kinda scared that the other schools might get it into their heads that they can start attacking Majijo without any consequences.”

Scandal blinks, taking that in, “Well...can’t say I’m that surprised. Disappointed, but not really surprised. Otabe was always passive. She only ever got off her ass when Yabakune declared all-out war. I’m just surprised she has a Rappapa who aren’t itching for a fight. Lord knows we were seconds away from mutiny-ing in my third year.”

Dodobusu starts counting down using the fingers on her left hand, “Bakamono is really the only one who fights for fun but Otabe has her on a pretty tight leash. Magic is unmotivated unless it amuses her, Yoga only gets barely motivated if you get in her way or try to challenge the Rappapa, and Salt is apathy made human.”

“Exactly, I’d rather run into one of Salt’s Rappapa in a dark alley than Yuko’s any day,” Jisedai says, “Technically better fighters or not, there’s no fear factor, Salt’s more likely to yawn at me than beat me up.”

“Hold up,” Scandal places a hand out in front of her, brain struggling to come to terms with what she just heard, “Did you just say Salt’s Rappapa? That salty bitch is the president of Rappapa!?”

“Oh yeah, Salt became president last year,” Uonome states casually, like the information didn’t just fry Scandal’s brain.

“How? Why? What? Who the hell thought...I thought she didn’t give a shit about the presidency? She barely agreed to be a Queen.”

Dodobusu snorts, “She still doesn’t give a shit. See, after you left, there was a huge fight for the open Rappapa positions. Then Nezumi’s father forcibly transferred her to a private school, something about a politician having a daughter in a yankee school not looking good for him. And without her, Centre dropped out and joined the army. So that was most of the Rappapa gone, and there was a huge power vacuum.”

“And what? Salt decided that then was the perfect time to knock Otabe off her throne? Actually, what did happen to Otabe?” Scandal presses, perhaps she should’ve kept in closer contact with her friends back in Majijo, because this is just a little too interesting to have missed.

“Article 230 subsection 1 of the Penal Code: A person who defames another by alleging facts in public shall, regardless of whether such facts are true or false, be punished,” Kenpou says solemnly, earning a blank look from Scandal.

“…translation?”

“It means we don’t know, and this is one of those rare topics that they actually care about. So if we keep talking about it, someone might snitch and Yoga will beat us black and blue,” Uonome explains in a strangely cheerful tone.

“Huh...I have a feeling I need a nice long chat with Otabe sometime soon,” Scandal muses, she’s missed out on so much, “So where does this put you lot this year? Planning on challenging the Rappapa?”

Jisedai snorts, “As if. Salt is a monster, and Bakamono nearly killed Kusogaki that one time – ”

“—hey I nearly beat her!” Kusogaki exclaims indignantly, only to wilt with a half-hearted, “I was only kicked back by like thirteen metres.”

“Article 37 Subsection 1: An act unavoidably performed to avert a present danger to the life, body, liberty or property of oneself or any other person is not punishable,” Kenpou growls threateningly at Kusogaki, who merely stares back at her blankly.

“In other words, we will beat you up and tie you down ourselves if you pick a fight with Bakamono again. In one kick she broke your wrist, cracked three of your ribs, fractured your shoulder blade and gave you a concussion,” Jisedai deadpans as Kusogaki sulks into her bowl of hinabe.

“The concrete wall did most of that.”

“Anyway, they’re all third years, so they’ll be gone by next year – well maybe not Otabe, if the past few years are anything to go by. But they’ll mostly be gone, and we’ll take on the Rappapa title. Not like it’ll change much, we’ve been pretty much doing their jobs for them anyway,” Uonome says.

“I don’t know whether to commend you on your dedication to Majijo, or be disappointed in your lack of confidence,” Scandal says wryly.

“Well, Majijo first right? That’s what you taught us neechan.”

“Damn right I did. Well, Salt is the president huh?” Scandal chuckles, which then transforms into full blown laughter, clearly finding something that only she knows funny.

The members of Team Hinabe exchange a look of concern, “...Should that be that funny?” Dodobusu asks uncertainly.

“Nah, this is just gonna be an interesting year is all,” Scandal says, though the full teeth grin does nothing to dispel the rest of them of suspicions.

“You know something,” Uonome accuses.

“I might,” Scandal shrugs non-committaly.

“And you aren’t going to tell your poor ‘team’ about it? After all, you helped found us,” Dodobusu says innocently.

“Laying it on a bit thick aren’t you? Just ten minutes ago, you were denying that. Very loudly too.”

Whatever Scandal is going to say is interrupted by a very loud crash as someone goes careening into a desk. The girl who steps through the door – and clearly the one who kicked the other poor girl over (something Haruka?) – is not one who looks familiar.

The new girl walks over to an empty desk and sits down.

“Here’s a hint for you kids,” Scandal says, shit-eating grin still ever present on her face, “Stay away from the transfer student. Sakura’s been in a volatile mood lately.”

Uonome blinks, “You know her?”

“Went to my school in Fukuoka. She’s dangerous.”

“Ch,” Dodobusu glances over the girl with her hair cropped to her shoulders, “Bendy Legs over there doesn’t look too tough to me.”

“Don’t say senpai didn’t warn you.”

“Article 38 subsection 3: Lacking knowledge of law shall not be deemed lacking the intention.”

“I don’t know what that means kid.”

__________)

Meanwhile, two floors above Team Hinabe’s classroom, sits a particularly spacious attic that the Rappapa have commandeered for their clubroom. It’s a somewhat dark space, with the one lightbulb perpetually turned off, and the only light source being the rays of sun streaming through the windows.

Magic has set herself up under the area with the most sunlight, citing that all good magicians perform in full view and don’t rely on something as cheap as darkness to hide their tricks. She shuffles her deck of playing cards and spreads them out over the table as Bakamono watches in rapt attention.

“This is your card,” Magic states with a clear certainty while flipping over a queen of diamonds.

“Yup!” Bakamono nods excitedly, clapping her hands together with enthusiasm, “That was awesome!”

“How many times are you going to amuse her with the same trick?” comes Yoga’s bemused voice from the table she’s meditating on.

Magic’s eyes flicker over to where Yoga is sitting in her default pose, “Is somebody jealous that I’m not paying attention to her?”

“Don’t be childish. I’m just sick of seeing you do ‘pick a card’ for the last three days,” Yoga sighs dramatically, trying to get rid of the memories

“Alright then,” Magic acquiesces with a too-smug-to-be-innocent grin, before pulling out a cup, which immediately catches the attention of Otabe.

“Oh no, not this one,” the elder girl drops the hacky-sacks she’d been playing with and sits up from her armchair with a groan that predicts an incoming headache, “Don’t you dare –”

“ – Tada!” Magic ploughs on, ignoring Otabe as she seemingly drops a coin through the solid upturned glass cup and onto the table.

“Whoa! That was like magic! How’d you do that?” Bakamono exclaims, picking up the glass for inspection.

“Bakamono it’s solid,” Otabe says in the tone of a person who has long passed exasperation and is now stating things out of obligation, “Don’t –”

“—can it pass through the table too?” Bakamono throws the cup onto the table, wincing as it smashes into pieces, “Oops,” she mutters sheepishly while Otabe lets out a long sigh.

“If I step on a shard of glass, I’m going to choke you out Magic,” Yoga warns without opening her eyes.

“Kinky,” Magic smirks, but her attention is on the door on the far side of the room, the one plastered in ‘solt’ stickers.

They’d made quite a commotion.

Sure enough, it slams open with a bang. A rather bleary eyed and irate girl stumbles out.

“Salt-san!” Bakamono (who is clearly unable to read the atmosphere) bounds forward with an exuberant greeting, “Good morn – ow!” only to be rudely interrupted by a fist to the face.

Salt’s voice is hoarse, likely due to sleep and disuse, “Shut. Up.”

Wow just two words Magic notes, and mentally adds a reminder to stay away from Salt for the next few hours. At least until their president manages to get enough sleep to resemble a functional human being.

“Was that really necessary?” Otabe asks mildly, pulling Bakamono up from the ground. Not that she actually needs the help (Salt is usually more bark than bite), but Bakamono looks like a kicked puppy and sometimes if left alone, she would just sulk on the floor like a child.

“Don’t you start. I don’t need a lecture this morning Ota—” Salt stops mid-sentence and looks down, “There is glass on the floor.”

“Magic will be cleaning that up,” Otabe says like it’s a fact, and Magic will very much like to contest that.

“What? Bakamono broke it,” she points out, and rather reasonably too, if she does say so herself.

The meditating one with her eyes closed this entire time apparently believes otherwise, “You knew exactly what would happen when did that trick. So you clean it up.”

“Shut up Yoga. Mind your own damn business,” Magic snaps back.

“Magic – ” Otabe starts.

“—No,” Magic interjects before the elder girl can start lecturing, and wonders if disappearing for the rest of the day will make Otabe forget, the elder girl is wonderfully absentminded about unimportant stuff like that.

“Magic. Clean. End of discussion,” Salt states.

And that is that. Magic isn’t in a belligerent enough mood to argue with Salt this morning, so she changes the subject, “So…I hear there’s a second year transfer student starting today.”

Otabe grins, “Is that right? Second year transfers are always interesting. She might even liven the place up, right Salt?”

“Whatever,” Salt disappears back into her private room, most likely to take another nap on her red sofa.

“Well she’s fun today,” Otabe comments dryly when the door clicks shut, before taking the conversation back to the previous topic, “The last second year transfer student was you, right Yoga? Isn’t this nostalgic?”

“From what I hear, you were a transfer too,” Yoga points out. Her transfer from Sutegoro had been…rocky to say that least. But this isn’t that story.

“Third year,” Otabe clarifies, sounding almost a little disappointed, “All the interesting ones are second years.”

Bakamono chooses this moment to chime in with a cheeky, “Oh that’s right, you came in your third year. Oi Otabe,” she pokes her fingers at the dark blue collar of Otabe’s seifuku, “Just how long have you been at this school for?”

“Idiot,” Magic mutters as Otabe slams Bakamono into a wall. Trust the moron to push Otabe’s one berserk button after triggering Salt’s.

“It’s all about the timing you understand? If you don’t understand, I’ll rearrange your brain and perhaps then you’ll understand.”

“Sorry sorry sorry!”

Yoga cracks open an eye and smiles at the scene, from Bakamono falling over apologising, to Otabe glowering over her, and Magic shuffling a deck of cards while pretending that she’s not watching the proceedings highly amused, to even Salt who is most likely listening to them, because they’re all being loud and she hasn’t come out to kill them again.

All in all, it’s shaping up to be a usual, boring school year.

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