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Of Happy Coincidences and Fated Connections Chapter 2

Act 2

Diana’s emotions were all over the place. She can’t even remember the last time she was like this.

Perhaps when her mother died, but that was more an overpowering sadness than anything else.

She can’t even remember her father’s death since he died when she was only 2 so she doesn’t remember anything about him except stories her mom used to tell, so although sad she’s not sure how she feels about her father, a tinge of sadness that she could not meet him at an age she can actually remember, but life isn’t always so fortunate for some at times.

In any case these feelings are decidedly different after all.

These flurry of emotions started ever since that rambunctious girl Atsuko Kagari or Akko as she prefers people to call her came at Luna Nova every clash with that girl managed to unravel her a bit and she was not used to being caught of her element and the girl’s attitude towards tradition and academia, grades and her overall manners left much to be desired.

Yet instances like the Jennifer Tree memorial and just recently the Samhain festival and the amazing show akko did, made Diana force to really look at her and Akko asked her at Samhain festival herself to look at her.

It’s even the smaller stuff she manages to do that sometimes catches her off-guard but she can’t help but still be so irate that someone would go about saying they’re a chariot fan yet still be so sloppy with grades and her practical magic, yes she gets it Akko did not come from a magical family and perhaps she’s being too severe, but she can’t help but feel uncomfortable somehow.

This feeling only exacerbated further a 2 weeks before the Samhain festival when akko was running around the hall and bumped into her.

Of course as her job she reprimands akko for being so reckless and not being allowed to run through the halls, akko says sorry and that it won’t happen again, like I believe that.

However I decided to help her pick up the scattered cards after she bumped into me, coincidentally Hannah & Barbara were in the library because they haven’t properly finished one of their essays, so I left them to their own devices while I decided to maybe check out more about the Arcturus words.

I was helping akko put them all in in a small box of sorts. I froze though when I was holding one card in specific. It was a Taurus card I had a nagging feeling that I knew this card. Akko noticed the card that I’m holding and told me to give it to her since she puts that particular card in another compartment, but it must’ve gotten mixed up with her chariot card. She grabs another small card compartment and takes out the very card I have a copy of. Oh god no don’t tell me….

So I ask Akko where she got the cards from she answered at a chariot show some years back and she said she exchanged her cancer sign with the girl’s Taurus one. Oh please no.

So I got up and akko looked confused I announced I had something urgent to attend and did not have time to waste here. Akko’s expression went from confused to irate and told me to ‘go ahead, she didn’t need me anyway’.

So I stormed off. Oh goodness that was rude.

However memories of being dragged around by an energetic brown haired girl and how frazzled she left me came rushing back to me. Why didn’t I say something? Actually stronger even why did I forget? I can’t help but feel conflicted by all this. Annoyed that akko still has such a huge effect in making me lose face and throw me off guard and surprise me every time and also angry at my current self to have not remembered such an unabashed promise not only to my mother to the keep the card on me just in case I meet that brown haired girl again, but also to myself when I was small and pondered from time to time in which grand way we would meet.

I’m unsure how to feel. Why her? I was wondering and yet I admit it makes so much sense because of our shared idol and why I even have such a fascination in her.

I can’t calm down and I start pacing around my room, luckily Hannah & Barbara are fast asleep and have a bookcase separating my bed with them.

I still can’t calm, actually I’m getting more agitated. Akko’s magic while sloppy has an undeniable charm. A certain charm that is unmistakably closer to Chariot’s than my more polished magic ever is. That grates me. Is this arrogance? Or jealousy? Most likely or maybe it’s my Cavendish pride, but I can’t help but feel there’s something else behind this, was it how much I’m denying my past admiration for Chariot or that magic has become more of a necessity than pure joy? Perhaps, but such an occurrence was inevitable. I have to be an upstanding and strong Cavendish member, because we have a rich tradition to uphold and the expectations of everyone I have to meet them no matter. I don’t regret being a proud Cavendish, but it’s the gnawing feeling that maybe I could’ve done more to maintain bo- no that’s silly such a thing is impossible.

So I decide to go for a walk to perhaps cool off. It was quiet until I arrive near the courtyard and saw a few silhouettes. I was tempted to give them a scolding, but not having patrol uniform meant that I was also breaking curfew, but I wanted to head their anyway to see who was up and about after midnight like me.

“So bet you wanted to do such an amazing show too huh Amanda” I can hear akko saying while as I move in closer I noticed her puffed out chest.

“Neh I’m more about acrobatics myself and besides if I do something it’s going to be something so grand no one will even think to mimic it” Amanda boasted right back.

“I agree with Amanda in regards to that, you have to do something that goes in line with who you are and what you want to convey to the world and that varies per person”

“Hmm I suppose you’re right, that’s what you said at the Night Fall event as well right Lotte?”

Lotte didn’t say anything but I assumed she nodded from what I can make out.

“Anyway akko let’s go to sleep before Diana or some out prissy patrol sees us here I don’t want detention no more after the last one”

Prissy?! The nerve of O’neil. I wish I was patrolling now.

Although I confess despite how irate akko makes me and how bad I feel about wanting the vision of akko leaving luna nova to come true I also don’t want it to and I can’t concretely explain it. Besides I feel it was misfortunate that akko was disqualified for the running of moonlight witch and she deserves to celebrate with her friends. A pang. Why? Do I somehow wish I was friends with akko as well?

Team red & green bid each other good night and head to their respective dorms, I hide a bit more behind a pillar so I go completely unnoticed.

What Lotte and Miss O’neil said about being just them though rings true, I decide I know what might help. So I head back to my room after the coast is clear.

I go to my bookshelf and push away a few books from the front and hidden there’s a storybook.

One I wasn’t able to touch for 6 years, ever since my mother died really. I had only been 10 at the time and she was the one encouraging me to not let go of stuff I love, no matter how much people called me out on it.

I had not kept up on that particular sentiment and I’m sorry mom. I’m not sure if I can change to before, I am who I am now, but I think it’s finally time to touch this story book again.

I remember the 3rd story probably being helpful to my dilemma so I went to take a shower and changed into my Pj’s and finally went to my bed, I grabbed the book and started.

The Virgo that learned the meaning of something only she can do

There was once a virgo called Lyza, she was helpful and attentive but lately she was feeling a bit jealous or inadequate if you will………

Diana closed the book. Honestly the stories always had a nice feeling with them and this in particular was relevant and a cautionary tale of her very own fixation on Akko Kagari and the comparison to Chariot’s magic and while it did abated those feelings a bit it still couldn’t disappear completely, but certainly enough for her to get some shut-eyes.

One thing that not all people realize is that sometimes dreams are your most honest part of yourself. Diana was having one such dream.

“Diana come on! We have to make it on time for the Chariot show” as they both went about scuffling and putting the cards away having just played a few games.

They had gotten ice cream from their parents earlier before they started playing some chariot cards. Their parent aren’t sitting too far away and they notice Akko frantically waving.

“It’s time!” she announces in a boisterous voice and so Diana gets dragged again by this energetic girl, while the first few play dates she was annoyed by it, she can’t say she minds it at all.

So instead she gets a spring in her step and put her hands in akko’s. Akko gives her a mega-wat grin all the while they start practically running to get to where the show is held.

Their parents warn them to slow down and so they relent but that doesn’t take away their pure happiness of being in each other’s company, the fun play date they had or the utter joy of going to see another chariot show.

Diana wakes up refreshed in the morning and had a smile in her face, she doesn’t remember much about the dream but the feeling of euphoria after the dream remained and she felt today would be a good day because of it.

#diana cavendish #Diakko #DianakkoWeek #Dianakko

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liketolaugh-writes · 7 years

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Forget-Me-Not, O Lord

Author: liketolaugh Summary: Children do not follow Kenpachi. Kenpachi picks them up and takes them with him, and they are glad of it. Unfortunately for Kenpachi, Red isn’t quite the same as Yachiru.

When Kenpachi first came into town, Red was watching from a window.

It was easier to find an abandoned structure here; no one bothered to chase you out unless they wanted to use it. The shack Red lived in now was particularly run-down, so that wasn’t much of a problem, but he didn’t worry about the rain anymore.

And it was permanent. That was… new.

The point was, though, that he could see when a large, scarred man came into town, with a little pink-haired toddler on his shoulder. They were talking.

Red didn’t speak the language here, but he’d picked it up in bits and pieces over time. He still didn’t really speak the language, but he knew what he needed to. (Not much – even now, people saw his arm and murmured things.)

He watched them through the window for a while, frowning. New people didn’t come by often, and these two- they stood out.

The girl half-turned on the man’s shoulder, twisting around to look back as if she felt herself being watched, and then met his eyes.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn’t look away. After a moment, she smiled cheerfully and waved, and then she and the man turned a corner and were gone.

Red waited a few more minutes, and then ducked away from the window again, and put them out of his mind. They probably weren’t his problem anyway.

Much later in the day, Red had almost forgotten about the newcomers. His stockpile of (stolen) food was dwindling, so he needed to go and get more. The market was usually the best place, when it was busy enough that he could lose himself in the crowd, but not so busy it was hard to move.

Stomach growling irately, Red deliberately blended into the crowd and kept an eye on the stalls as he passed them by, his hands stuffed in his pockets. His face stood out a bit, which was annoying, but it wasn’t so bad if he kept his head down and his sleeves long.

“Hey! Mado-san!”

Red ignored the call and kept his head down, keeping half an eye on the store fronts as he passed them. There were usually a few tired or distracted shopkeepers that he could get his food from, but today, for some reasons, they were all alert, even tense.

Two hands closed around his left wrist, and he bit his tongue on a yelp. Before he had time to think he’d twisted away, his wrist easily sliding free of the grasping fingers. In another heartbeat, his wide gray eyes had found the big scarlet ones of the little girl who’d waved at him earlier.

For a moment, he stared at her, confusion and annoyance mixing in his mind until his mouth formed a scowl.

“What?” he demanded harshly, shoving his hand back into his pocket before someone noticed.

She beamed at him. Unsettling.

Then she chattered to him, but she was talking so fast that Red couldn’t even try to keep up, blinking at her in confusion. A second after she stopped, staring at him expectantly, her mouth formed a pout and she grabbed for his arm again.

He stepped back with the ease of long practice, still staring at her. It was enough to bring him into the alley, out of the not-so-busy street. Sadly, she followed him.

“Mado-san!” she repeated insistently, clasping her hands behind her back since her previous plan had been foiled. She was still pouting. “I’m taikutsuna. Won’t you asobu with me?”

Red just blinked, scowl deepening slightly.

“Where’s your dad?” he asked, the first thing that came to mind.

She crinkled her nose in confusion, and a beat passed in silence before her eyes widened in realization and she giggled.

“Ken-chan’s not my dad,” she chided, eyes dancing, with a big grin like it was a good joke.

Red raised his eyebrows. He didn’t see how the man who’d carried her over his shoulder like a particularly valuable sack of potatoes could be anything but her dad, but whatever. He was hardly an expert.

He shrugged. “Where’s… Ken-chan, then?” And why isn’t he keeping you away from me?

“Ken-chan’s isogashī,” the girl answered instantly, nodding to herself as if to reconfirm her own words.

Right. So either he hadn’t been watching and this little shit had wandered off, or he was a piece of shit and left her.

Either way, really.

Red considered. Honestly, it wasn’t his fucking problem to begin with. And it wasn’t like he could help the girl get back except by looking – he barely had the words for this conversation, and he’d still missed a bunch.

But.

She probably wouldn’t go away at this point. And she was so tiny she wobbled when she walked.

“What’s your name?” he asked the little girl, just to cement his fate.

She smiled brightly. “Yachiru!” She stuck out her hand. “What’s yours?”

He ignored the hand. “Don’t have one,” he said blandly, already regretting everything. He turned away towards the street before he could see the expression on her face and vaguely wondered how to find a hulking mountain of a man.

His stomach rumbled.

Right. There was that too.

A moment later, Yachiru was in front of him again, leaning forward, so close and so fast that Red reeled back with a yell. Yachiru ignored this.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, voice full of fascination.

Red opened his mouth to tell her what a stupid question that was, but at the sudden sound of heavy feet, he cut himself off and looked up.

It was a man, tall and broad and angry, interchangeable with all the others like him. Red thought he recognized his face, but he didn’t know his name.

Yachiru let out a soft squeak, but when Red glanced back, she didn’t look frightened. In fact, her eyes were narrowed, and even with that childish pout back on her lips, Red wondered if she, like many of the people here, was somewhat older than she looked.

Red was suddenly struck with the realization that he did not know how long he had been here, or how old he had been before.

“I know him!” Yachiru whispered urgently, reaching out to tug at Red’s elbow. Red shook her off, but half-turned to look at her anyway; the man had some ways to come. “Ha-san paid Ken-chan to kill his friend!”

It took Red a moment, and then he scowled.

“What does he do for work?” Red demanded, but it was a rhetorical question. The man had reached them.

He spoke. Faster, louder, and more complicated than Yachiru, Red didn’t catch much of it. But he heard ‘father’ and ‘kill’ and an entire fuckton of swear words, so it was easy enough to put together.

Fuck. This was not what he wanted. This was exactly not what he wanted.

The man was frothing at the mouth with rage. He wasn’t holding a weapon, but he didn’t need one – Red remembered where he’d seen him now.

Weak-dick son of a bitch. Red had seen him kicking some of the other street kids.

A scowl, deeper and darker than anything he’d directed at Yachiru, spread across his face.

“I’m gonna anata no o shiri o kikku!” Yachiru declared to the man, arms crossed. Red didn’t understand it, but really, it didn’t take much to figure out.

He huffed, and with only a little bit of remaining reluctance, he stood by Yachiru.

By the time Kenpachi found them, the still-nameless man was a quivering pile on the ground, and both Red and Yachiru were sitting on him.

Yachiru was giggling to herself, playing with the unconscious man’s hair as if he weren’t drooling blood. Red ignored this.

Instead, Red was thinking about the fight, which had been… much easier than he’d expected.

He’d actually kind of expected it to be token at best. A grown man against a toddler and a kid? Red had thought it would be a slaughter. An ugly one.

But Yachiru, for all that walking seemed awkward for her, packed a hell of a punch. And she bit.

Red shuddered.

And Red himself – he didn’t remember much about before, not anymore, but he knew that he’d been disinclined to fight. Because he was too small, and not strong enough-

He flexed his fingers and looked at the scraped knuckles, and thought about how he’d heard ribs crack.

All he had to show for the fight was a bruised cheek.

He jumped as booming, raucous laughter echoed down the alley, and didn’t relax until Yachiru leapt up and cried,

“Ken-chan!”

Oh.

Somewhat warily, Red looked over, closing his bleeding right hand over his exposed left.

The man was grinning down the alley, eyes glittering. He had a bloody sword slung over his shoulder, and more spots scattered over clothing and skin.

None of this bothered Yachiru, who ran right up to him and started tugging at his shirt, babbling about ‘Heikin-kun’ and ‘niisan’ and ‘reiatsu’.

‘Ken-chan’ stopped appreciating the carnage long enough to look down at Yachiru, listen to her babble herself out, and then grin even more violently.

“Niisan?” he asked.

Red was wondering the same thing, actually.

Yachiru beamed and pointed at Red. “Niisan!” she repeated, following it up with a firm nod.

“Huh.” The man looked at Red. Red scowled back, unsure what kind of epithet he’d been inflicted with now. “Hey kid, you got a name?”

Red frowned. “No.”

“You want one?”

Red scowled. “No!”

“Alright.” The man nodded to himself, and then said, “Name’s Zaraki Kenpachi. You use Kenpachi, or Ken-chan like the brat does.”

“Huh?” Red’s scowl dissolved in the face of his confusion. Kenpachi was going to take Yachiru and leave, wasn’t he?

Ignoring this, Kenpachi reached down and lifted Yachiru by the back of her shirt, and set her on his shoulder, the way she had been when Red first saw them. He made it look easy, like he was lifting a pillow.

Then Kenpachi reached over and picked Red up by his shirt, too.

Immediately, Red screeched and started struggling.

“Let me go!” he spat, reverting to English in his rage and thrashing in Kenpachi’s grip. “Let me go, you stupid fucking asshole son of a three-spined lobster-”

Apparently, though, his new strength didn’t extend to this guy, because Kenpachi just laughed at him.

“Ochitsuku,” he said, and set Red on his other shoulder.

Red froze.

Confused and wary, he glanced over at Yachiru, who just grinned at him again. Yachiru was not helpful.

Slowly, Red settled, and with his right hand, he got a solid grip on Kenpachi’s shirt.

He supposed that if things got too weird, he could just let go.

#red!allen #kusajishi yachiru #zaraki kenpachi #bleach #bleach crossover #d.gray-man #d.gray-man crossover #fanfiction #my writing #so aside from travelling 2500 miles #this is what i did with my day #and don't ask me about the title tbh #also the translations are courtesy of google translate so um #don't kill me lmao

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