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phoenix-manga · 2 years

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Meet the New Junior TA

Summary: Now that a child has been brought to NRC accidentally. They need to find a way to accomodate the toddler and her... interesting pets.

[Story Under the Cut]

“Dire… You can’t be serious…”

Crewel was tempted to take a swig from the alcohol in Vargas’ desk as he had already run out of whiskey from his flask.

Crowley didn’t seem fazed as he just kept that stupid grin on his face while he held Posie in his arms.

The child wore a handmade uniform in NRC’s colors and a patch that said “Junior Teacher’s Assistant”, next to Posie are her Pokémon that were all given special collars that have the NRC logo on them.

Signifying that they too are members of this school.

“I am very serious, Crewel! This is for the sake of lifting the school spirit!”

Crowley’s plan for Posie is that while she’s technically under the staff’s guardianship due to the “other world” issue, he thought it would be good to incorporate her as a way to motivate students to be better. Everyone likes cute kids right?

As if Crowley forgot that some of the dorm leaders don’t like kids *ahem* Leona *ahem*.

“She can be the school mascot, her little familiars are cute too, wouldn’t you agree? I spent sleepless nights making the outfits and collars, you should be more enthusiastic about it!”

Crowley huffs at an unimpressed alchemy professor.

Trein coughs to catch his attention to cut into the conversation.

“Crowley, if I may? The child has been here for at least two days and you using her like some motivational figure is too soon. Second, not everyone in this school is too keen on seeing a child wander around… Have you seen Leona? And third, did you even ask the child?”

Crowley gives him a smug grin as he haughtily informs Trein that he did in fact, asked Posie.

“I-I want to help! Mommy said it’s not good to be a f-freeloader, I will do my best!”

Posie stutters as she looks at the adults who were resisting to just pinch her chubby cheeks.

“If the kid wants to help then who are we to crush her dreams?”

Vargas pipes in, he approaches Posie and bends down to her eye level to shake her tiny hands.

“It’ll be a fun school year with you around, squirt!”

Posie returns his handshake, silently in awe of how large his hands were. His palms could hold several jars of cookies, according to her toddler logic.

“Now that all of this is settled, I should introduce you to your co-workers, Posie~”

Crowley points to the staff one by one, introducing their names to her.

“You’ve already met Divus Crewel, I’m sure. The one with the cat is Mozus Trein and his cat’s name is Lucius...”

Trein’s strict neutral face softened at the sight of Posie who shyly waved at him. Lucius huffs and purrs in response.

“Then the big man just now is Ashton Vargas, our PE teacher...”

Vargas bumps a fist against his chest as he grins proudly.

“Lastly, the one with tattoos is Sam the shop owner of our school store!”

Sam waves at her cheerfully, Posie is quite interested in his tattoos and she swears that his shadow moved a bit.

None of the staff can argue if Posie really insists to help, so the decision has been made. Posie is now the teacher’s assistant along with her Pokémon as emotional support “animals”.

Though most of her tasks would be games that can keep a toddler occupied. Vargas and Sam were more than happy to arrange them for her.

A few hours before the lunch bell rang, the first “task” Posie has to do is to find some stickers they hid in the school building, if she gets all five of them then a prize is waiting for her. Posie was handed a magical map by Sam that keeps track of her footsteps to ensure she doesn’t get lost.

“Think you can handle this, little doll?”

Sam asks her as he hands her a small beaded bag with the map and some snacks inside.

“Of course, Mister Sam! Leave it to us!”

“Woop!”

“Budew!”

“Swir, swirlix!”

Her Pokémon chirp happily as they follow behind Posie in a train. Sam looks on as she disappears into the halls, ready to face the students.

The lunch bell rang and most of the students would be in the cafeteria, which leaves the hallways open to explore for a toddler and her trio of explorers.

Posie looked at her map and the stickers are marked as these sparkling gold stars. Posie looks around the halls for anything sparkly. Mr. Doodles tried to help but got distracted by a flowering weed outside the window. Rosie and Mr. Sweets were the only ones who were actively trying to speed up the search.

The Budew went around the corner but bumped into someone’s leg and fell over. The Pokémon felt someone adjust her to a standing position once again, that’s when Budew looked up to wide eyes and three beautiful faces. Rosie blushed pink as these boys looked back in shock.

“Riddle! What’s holding you- What is that?!” A ginger-haired male exclaimed.

“Is this some sort of fairy? I wonder… it looks nothing like the ones we’ve seen” Riddle mutters.

“Now this is quite odd… first the fire cat and now a walking rosebud…” a green-haired male said.

Rosie shook herself from swooning over these pretty boys as she spotted a shiny gold sticker below a portrait just behind Riddle. She quickly dashed past his legs to peel off the stickers with her bud, once the sticker has been attained, the Pokémon quickly waddled back to Posie’s location.

The three students were tempted to follow it, eager to find out if there were more “bud fairies” to be seen. Cater was the first to chase it down with Riddle following after him but it was mostly because the red-head yelled at him that they shouldn’t run in the halls, Trey followed lastly with amusement on his face.

The Pokémon wasn’t too hard to keep track of since it was quite average in walking speed. They paused when they saw the child from the entrance ceremony along with that familiar floating cotton candy and an unknown blue creature with a bunch of dandelions in its mouth.

They watched as the rosebud hands the sticker to the child who puts it in her bag. They wondered what were those for?

“That’s the child from the entrance ceremony! I wonder why she hasn’t been sent home yet…” Riddle wonders.

Cater went ahead and greeted Posie who seemed startled by his sudden appearance, which prompted Mr. Sweets to growl at him.

“Whoa! Easy there floating cotton! I come in peace”

“Swirlix! Grrr!”

“Cater, you really should consider taking a cautionary approach, didn’t you hear from the freshmen that’s the creature who wrestled prefect Kingscholar?!” Riddle scolds him. He takes a glance at Posie and at her Pokémon, there was a small hint of curiosity in his gaze.

“I just wanted to see more of these cute creatures, Riddle! I didn’t think a kid would own them though… That being said, your name’s Posie, right? Why aren’t you back home?”

“Umm, Mister Crowley said that there were some problems on the magic mirror... but he can fix it! I have to work hard as a Junior T-TA in the meantime! I-I’m currently on a special order to find stickers from Mister Sam!”

Posie straightens her back as she shows off her “Junior TA” patch to prove to them that her occupation is legal. Cater puts a hand over his mouth as Riddle and Trey heard him mumble about something about why his sisters can’t be as cute as Posie.

“What in the world is going on with Crowley that he can’t send a mere child home?... Honestly” Riddle says.

He felt something rub against his leg, he looked down to see the rosebud looking at him with love-struck eyes. The poor boy stood stiff as a plank, unsure what to do if the creature retaliates and hurts him. Posie quickly takes back the Budew into her arms.

“W-We are quite busy so we must get back to work!” Posie does a small bow and Cater squeaks once more.

Trey chuckles, he was quite fond of children as he had younger siblings. He decides to play along as he pats her on the head out of habit.

“Well, we mustn’t keep you from your job, little lady! Keep up the good work, okay?”

Trey’s words brought a spark of motivation to Posie as she salutes him for the praise.

She walks off with her face glued to the map and her Pokémon followed suit. Cater was about to beg her to come back but Riddle had a good grip on his blazer as he dragged the whining ginger back to Heartslabyul.

“Aww come one! Riddle, admit that you are curious about the creatures, and plus, don’t you think the kid is adorable?”

“Those creatures of hers are certainly… odd to say the least, but we are not here to play daycare! We are here to polish our skills and become exceptional wizards! Off to the dorm or it’s off with your head!”

“Booo… Yes, dorm leader…” Cater pouts as he slouched his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, maybe you’ll see her around! Though I wonder if she’ll be alright if she encounters the guys from Savanaclaw….”

Trey was concerned about Posie’s safety because not everyone would pardon a child easily. Especially when someone is going through the stages of puberty as a beastman.

The next sticker was at the courtyard with a big tree, she quickly managed to locate it and thanks to the sunlight the sparkly sticker was easily spotted.

Posie runs to the tree to quickly peel it off the trunk and place it into her handy bag. She feels quite proud of herself for a productive search, she was about to look for the next sticker when all of a sudden-

*GROWL*

Her stomach grumbled, it was already snack time! If she was back at home her mother would make some cookies and berry smoothies for her and her Pokémon would chow down on some poképuffs.

But she’s not at home right now, she remembered that Sam packed her some snacks in case she got hungry. She opens the bag to see there was quite the selection he packed.

There were sugar cookies, some peeled oranges, a bag of candy, and a pack of apple juice boxes. Posie decides to share the snacks with her Pokémon. She sits down under the tree and opens the pack of cookies.

“We should eat first, daddy said we can’t work when our tank is empty!”

The Pokémon obediently sit around her, Mr. Sweets munches on the sugar cookies while Mr. Doodles and Rosie share the oranges. Posie helps herself to the cookies and a box of apple juice.

It was a peaceful lunch until Mr. Sweets started growling behind the tree. He quickly floats behind the trunk and attacked whoever was hiding there with a Thunderbolt. The figure dodged the oncoming attack immediately.

“Oh? You’ve spotted me, little Des bonbons~”

A blonde wearing a feathered hat emerges from behind the tree with a sly grin. He doesn’t seem bothered by the growling Pokémon who was close to attacking him again.

“W-Who are you?” Posie asked nervously as she tried to shield her Pokémon.

Rosie the Budew saw the young man's handsome face and immediately darted over to him with a blushing face.

Rook picks up the rosebud and coos at the creature with a gloved hand. He has heard from Vil that a curious petite feé was brought to the college and she had such odd little familiars. He had to see it for himself as a hunter of course.

He left Vil’s side as soon as he saw the floating cotton candy, Vil’s yelling would be worth it as he now has one of the familiars in his hands. He noticed that the child looked worried as if he was going to do something bad.

“Bonjour, petite feé~ I apologize if I scared you but I can’t help but notice these beautiful creatures from afar and I had to see them up close”

“U-Umm is that so? Then it should be okay mister…”

“Rook. Rook Hunt is the name of the hunter of love!”

“N-nice to meet you Mr. Rook! I’m Posie, t-the Junior TA!” Posie did a small bow to him.

Rook feels this urge to just twirl her around to see more cute expressions, he would think she’s more of a bunny than a fairy.

“Oh the Junior TA, are you? What a pleasure to meet such a hardworking miss! What do you call these companions of yours?”

“This is Mr. Sweets, this one is Mr. Doodles and that’s Rosie! I’m sorry if she bothered you, she likes pretty people...”

Rosie nuzzles his hands and chirps at him happily. Rook felt such intrigue at the sign of trust from this creature. He would’ve loved to stay a little longer but his ears picked up on Vil calling for his name. Oh well, if he must part then he must.

“I think someone might be calling for me, I wished I had more time to get to play with the petite feé but duty calls! I’ll see you and these little beasts on another day, adieu~”

Rook pulls out a bag of macarons, at the sight of the sweets Posie had this joyful look in her eyes. He placed the bag in her small hands and he quickly left.

“Rook! There you are, you can’t just run off like that!”

Vil scolds him when he returned to the dorm leader’s side.

The huntsman took the scolding like a champ as his mind is occupied by the sweet rosebud and the adorable petite feé with squishable cheeks.

“My apologies, Roi Du Poison~! But I cannot help myself but chase down my prey, fufu~”

“Ugh… go bother some poor other beastman AFTER next time”

“Oui~”

After an interesting lunch encounter, Posie was back at sticker hunting once again. Looking at the map, there was one in the greenhouse so off she went. As she walks down the hallways, the students glanced in her direction but mostly it was towards her Pokémon who followed her in a train.

“Who’s kid is that?” a student murmured.

“You didn’t hear? This kid showed up at the entrance ceremony…”

“What’s up with those weird creatures… Wah! It growled at me” Mr. Sweets was getting annoyed by all the constant staring the students were giving them, especially towards his sweet little Posie. Let her do her job!

“Swrilix... Grrr!”

He growls at a Heartslabyul student who tried to sneak up on him to touch his fur and at another who was trying to lure Mr. Doodles over to them.

Mr. Sweets huffed as he picked up Mr. Doodles by his tail and now he has the Wooper hanging upside down in the air. But it’s the best option to keep him from wandering far.

Once they reached the greenhouse, Posie and her Pokémon got distracted for a while due to how there were so many unknown flora and the sunlight beaming through the glass ceiling was quite a breathtaking sight.

Posie’s few minutes of awe were cut short when she sees Mr. Doodles about to munch on some unknown fruit.

Remembering how her mommy had to warn her about eating unknown fruits just like her daddy who accidentally ate a Tamato Berry. She made it in time to get Mr. Doodles away from the plant. She puts on her best scolding face and wags her finger at the Wooper.

“Mr. Doodles, don’t eat that! We need to get stickers right now”

Even though she was scolding the Wooper, he has this derpy grin as he waddles off somewhere else, not paying any attention to Posie at all. The Wooper explores every nook and cranny of the greenhouse and on occasion tripping over himself.

“Wooper? Woop!”

Mr. Doodles spotted a “brush” and he suddenly had the urge to paint something, he spots a small bucket of water nearby, perfect!

He took the “brush” into his mouth and dipped the tip into the water and drew circles on the brick pavement. Mr. Doodles was quite happy with his art until the “brush” started twitching and it quickly retracts from his mouth and into the bushes.

Mr. Doodles quickly chased after it only to be met with a tall figure with messy dark hair and lion ears.

“What the hell is pulling at my tail?!”

It was Leona Kingscholar, this is quite unfortunate for poor Mr. Doodles who doesn’t seem to be aware of his demise.

He seemed more concerned about where the "brush" was, said "brush" was actually Leona’s tail that he had been using.

Leona swishes the water off the tip in annoyance as he glanced down at the odd blue creature who was the cause of his disrupted nap.

“You… you’re the one who dared to toy with my tail… I hope you better be prepared to have your owner pay!”

He plucks the Wooper from the ground and made it clear that the creature was in trouble, but Wooper still had that derpy grin on his face which irritated Leona more.

“Grr, you think this is a joke? I don’t hold back even if they are some dumb blue alie-“

“W-woop…”

Mr. Doodles’ eyes were cast downwards, Leona looks down and he can see his foot was stepping on a wet puddle. To him, it was a puddle but to Mr. Doodles, it was his masterpiece.

And he DARED to step on it!

“WOOPAAAAHHHHH!”

“What the fu-! AGH!”

Leona barely had time to react as Wooper jumped on him and started to use Slam on him. Something this small shouldn’t be enough to knock a beastman, let alone him, onto the ground. This is the second time he was humiliated like this!

The commotion was heard by Posie and company, she quickly points to the source of the noise and looks to Mr. Sweets.

“Mr. Sweets, Mr. Doodles is over there! Quickly, before he starts to cover them with mud!”

“Swirlix!”

Mr. Sweets quickly floats to the location and when he sees Leona getting a smackdown, he can guess what happened. Mr. Doodles is named that way for a reason, he loves to draw.

But the thing is, Mr. Doodles HATES it when someone ruins it. He’d go crazy and lash out at the one responsible. In this case, it’s Leona.

Mr. Sweets took his sweet time getting to them before deciding that this was enough beating and plucked Mr. Doodles off Leona by his tail and quickly floated back to Posie, leaving the poor lion halfway fainted on the ground.

Posie quickly gathers Mr. Doodles into her arms who is still fuming, quickly getting a spare macaron from her bag, she shoves the treat into his mouth which effectively calmed him down.

“Phew! I told you not to run off like that, Mr. Doodles! We still need to find the sticke-“

She noticed that Mr. Doodles has a shiny sticker on his tail so she plucked it off and put it in her bag.

Apparently, Leona napped where the stickers were placed and it ended up on his back. The beating from the Wooper must have gotten it off him during the scuffle.

Well, Posie might just forgive Mr. Doodles for losing it just this once, but she scolds him that he better not do this kind of thing again or else he won’t get more munchies.

“Woop….woo”

The threat of losing snacks made the Wooper whimper which almost made her feel bad but she has to be a big girl right now! Onto the next sticker then!

Posie read on the map that the third sticker was somewhere with a lot of mirrors. Following the map led her to the hall of mirrors where students came and went from those large mirrors.

Posie can’t help but stare at the magical mirrors in awe, she wondered how those could work. When she was done gawking at the magical mirror gates, she got to work looking around for the sticker.

The students gave her confused glances but went on their way as they were too busy to concern themselves. But it was obvious that they wouldn’t forget the image of a toddler with a train of weird creatures anytime soon.

A certain eel boy who just so happened to skip his class was making his way to the hall of mirrors. His mismatched eyes spotted something shiny, he bent down to inspect a pillar to find a rather childish-looking sticker. He peels it off and inspects it with a bored look on his face.

“Ah! That sticker!”

He hears a pitter-patter of little feet running towards him, he can’t help but feel a grin appear on his face. This must be the little girl that the freshmen and Azul have been talking about.

The students nearby feared the worst and felt concerned for Posie’s safety. Everyone in the school knows how Floyd Leech is a wild card with his constant mood switches.

They’ve seen him “squeeze” a student who accidentally bumped shoulders with him on his bad days. It did not end well for the student.

They held their breaths as Floyd leans down to Posie’s eye level, the cotton candy monster already puffing up in case he tries anything funny.

“I didn’t know that a little shrimp was wandering through here… ah but you’re smaller than shrimp so maybe you’re more of a krill…”

Floyd mumbles to himself as Posie looks confused at his words. She points to the sticker in his hands and politely asks for it.

“Ah, hello mister... I'm the new Junior TA and I was told to collect those stickers so... c-can I please have it, mister?”

Her big eyes blinked at him innocently, Floyd is tempted to just pick her up and stuff her in his pocket, she literally was like a doll to him. But he won’t pass up the opportunity to tease the kid just a little bit.

“Oh, this? Well, I suppose I could give this to you but I’m from Octavinelle, you know? And we don’t give things for free without any payment, Krill-chan~!”

“H-Hua?!”

“Swirlix?! Grrr!”

Swirlix was just about ready to Play Rough this boy! How dare he try to bully his trainer!

Flying towards Floyd, Swirlix wrestled his arm but for some reason, it didn’t seem to do much as he grabs the fluffy Pokémon looking like an excited child.

“Whoa~! This is a funny-looking puppy! Hey, mind if I borrow this fluff ball in return for the sticker?”

“A-Ah, you can’t! Mr. Sweets isn’t up for trade!”

The students thought that Posie was done for! Because saying no to Floyd would result in a one-sided roughhousing. By the looks of Floyd’s face, they thought he was mad.

“I can’t? Then what can Krill-chan give me in exchange for the stickers?”

“U-Umm… would these macarons suffice? I can give you all of them if y-you want!”

Posie rummaged through her little bag and presented Floyd with a bagful of fancy macarons. With a determined face, she shakes the bag in his direction as if to convince him. Floyd’s mismatched eyes clearly are focused on the bag she held.

She feels upset that she hasn't gotten a chance to even try one but as a kid who is confronting a trade, she figured that the best kind of sweets was tempting enough.

Without even pausing, he tossed Swirlix back to Posie who floats back to her but it was clear he didn’t like being handled like a ball. With a huff, he keeps a distance from the tall boy.

“I’ll take the macarons then, Krill-chan~!”

He has his palm out as Posie placed the bag on it. Noticing how small her hands were compared to his, he was almost tempted to play with them like he would with a cat’s toe beans.

Once she gave him the sweets, he gave her the sticker, he would’ve teased her some more if he didn’t hear his brother and Azul calling out for him.

“T-thank you, mister!”

She ran off out of the hall of mirrors while Floyd chuckles as he pops a macaron into his mouth, the taste of lemon and strawberry cream tingled his taste buds. He saw Azul and Jade approaching him, the former looked annoyed with him.

“Floyd, there you are! Professor Crewel was fuming when you walked out of the classroom all of a sudden! This is sure to affect your grades which will affect our dorm- are you listening?!”

Floyd tunes out Azul’s scolding as he gleefully enjoys crunching the sweets, his thoughts going back to the small krill among this sea of anemones.

‘I wonder if she’d let me give that puffy monster a squeeze…’

Posie arrived at an old tree by the shop Sam runs, she felt a bit intimidated when she saw how gnarly it looked. The branches looked charred black and they twisted themselves into shapes of clawed hands.

Posie shook off her fear to the best of her ability and told herself that she only has one left before her job is done.

She and her Pokémon looked around the trunk but there was nothing, then she looked inside the hollow hole and finally found the last sticker.

But it was too deep for her to reach in, Mr. Sweets was too fluffy to squeeze through and Mr. Doodles’ head was too wide, which left Rosie as their only option.

Posie called over the Pokémon and held her in her tiny hands.

“Rosie, can you get that sticker in the tree?”

She points to the hollow hole and the Budew chirps confidently as she was held to the opening. Rosie hopped and grabbed the sticker and just as she was about to give it to Posie, a gust of wind ended up bowing the little rosebud into another direction.

“Ah! Rosie!”

“Budeeeeew!?”

The Budew cried out as it held tightly onto the sticker, Posie and the others tried to chase after her but they were too slow to catch up. Even Mr. Sweets had a hard time maneuvering around the wind.

They were panicking because they could lose Rosie if she gets blown into the direction of the forest just behind the shop.

*THWACK!*

Luckily for them, they didn’t have to worry when Rosie got tangled on a set of…horns?!

Posie and her Pokémon stopped a few feet before a tall young man with long dark hair and two large horns that sat proudly on his head like a crown. She watched as he carefully plucked Rosie out of his horns and held her in his gloved hands.

He seemed confused as to what kind of creature landed on him, Rosie on the other hand, was fawning over his beautiful face.

The man with horns is none other than Malleus Draconia who was simply out for a stroll during his free period.

“Oh? What an eccentric little rosebud you are… Could you be a small fairy? What is that you have there?”

“U-Umm, excuse me?”

The horned fae looks down to see a small child which made him surprised, but then he remembered that Lilia told him of a child being sent to the college along with some odd-looking familiars.

He looks to the dazed rosebud in his palm and realized this was one of the child’s familiars.

“What is it, little beasty?” Malleus leans down to her eye level trying not to look intimidating.

“Can I have R-Rosie back, please? The wind blew her away…”

She twiddles her thumbs, she didn’t seem intimidated by him, more like she feels bashful. That was a first for Malleus, but he won’t deny that this was amusing to him. He hands her the Budew.

Malleus took notice of how Posie wasn’t hesitant to make eye contact with him, could it be that this child doesn’t know who he is? No, maybe she’s just too young to know who he is…

His green eyes glanced at the creatures, the floating cotton candy seemed to be slightly wary of him, and with the way it floats near the child, he can assume that it was protective of its master.

Then there was this blue axolotl that seemed to be in a world of its own, mindlessly drawing circles with its tail.

Then there was the small rosebud, still staring at him as if it’s seen a brilliant gem. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed this was a fairy of some sort.

And all three are bonded to this little child for some reason. How intriguing indeed.

“Such interesting creatures you have, little beasty. Usually, those with familiars would have already gray hair but here you are, a mere hatchling of a human who is able to possess three familiars no less...”

He chuckles as Posie tilted her head in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.

“I’m quite curious to know why you were adamant about collecting these stickers”

“Ah! The old man crow sent me on a hunt for stickers as my job as Junior TA! I need to work hard to earn my keep, that’s what mama says!”

Posie says with a smile so bright it might as well be the sun incarnate.

Malleus covered his mouth with his hand as he suppressed the urge to snort, calling the headmaster an “old man crow” was the most outrageous thing he’s heard all day.

If Crowley heard such words, he would surely have his pride shattered.

“My, my, you are quite the diligent child, a few humans could learn a thing or two from you… miss?”

“Ah! My name is Posie! What’s your name, mister?”

Malleus was about to speak his name but he hesitated, for now, he won’t tell this child his name…

“I can’t tell you my name due to certain reasons…But in exchange, I will let you choose a name only you can call me”

Posie thought for a moment before pointing to Malleus.

“T-then I’ll call you Smokey!”

Malleus blinked for a few moments before he bursts out laughing.

“Smokey? Why call me that, little beasty?”

“Because you remind me of this TV show that I like, Smokey the Charizard! He always helps out little kids!”

The sound of the bell rang signaling the end of classes for the day, students were starting to leave the store as well. Malleus quickly stands up and leaves but not before saying some parting words.

“You’re quite interesting, little beasty… We shall see each other in the near future, until then please continue to work hard Junior TA…”

He disappeared in green sparkles, Mr. Doodles tried to eat them like snowflakes but ends up tripping and kissing the ground.

Posie was amazed at the magical light show, Mr. Sweets had to nudge her from her daze. She realized that it was getting late and she was told not to stay too late outside the school building. Stuffing the last sticker into her bag she hurriedly runs back into the building.

Posie came back and was greeted by Crowley who looked like he was busy reading a magazine while the mountains of paperwork on his desk were just for show.

When he heard the door open, he quickly threw the magazine into a bin as he got a quill and pretended to document something.

Upon realizing it was the child he sighs in relief.

"You're back, how was the assignment my little Junior TA?" He asked while flashing her a toothy grin.

Posie proudly hands him all five stickers as she swiped imaginary sweat from her forehead.

"I worked hard, Mister Crowley!"

"Oh hoh~ You got all of the stickers, as promised I shall give you your salary!"

He presents her with an envelope full of bills. All of the bills were in the 10s and 20s since Posie's number knowledge doesn't extend to the larger number of bills yet.

The total amount he gave her was 1000 madols. It was a lot for one small child. Crewel threatened him into giving Posie lunch money under the guise of "payment for work".

Posie's eyes widened at the amount she got, she felt like a grown-up.

'This must be how mommy and daddy felt when they work!'

She thanks Crowley and goes to her room, reading the map to get there because she's a big girl with a job now! She can walk herself to her room like an adult.

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kumiko-desu · 3 years

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Nijisanji Kanae | Relationship Headcanons

Pairing: Kanae x Streamer!Reader

Tags: reader insert, pov second person, fluff, established relationship, displays of affection, domestic fluff, confession, reader is a streamer, kanae is a troll

Notes: Assuming Nijisanji doesn’t have a dating ban or restrictions on having a relationship.

Kanae is the type of boyfriend who is sweet and caring but can get really mischievous and teasing sometimes. Some days he will just want to cuddle and hug you all day and the others he will hangout with Kuzuha and other streamers.

Kanae is a very friendly and talkative person. You would never run out of interesting things to talk to him about and from that, you both became friends immediately.

When he discovered that you also play games a lot, he would invite you to do streaming collabs. During the streams, Kanae would very VERY likely to tease you, whether fooling you with his words or accidentally pushing you off the map in APEX or Minecraft.

But of course, you both will have great moments like clutching a gameplay in APEX and getting a champion, winning games in Pokémon Unite. You both will cheer loudly and Kanae has the subconscious thought of wanting to hug you.

You and Kanae just have this resonance with each other, something that makes him always want to be by your side. Every moment with you is kept securely in Kanae’s memories. Whether it be you stressing out over a comment or nervously playing a game, he always enjoys every second spent with you.

It was until you two have become so inseparable that one time you were hanging out at his place, Kanae smoothly confessed while sitting closely next to each other and staring directly into your eyes. At the end of the day, a relationship was formed.

Kanae pulls you into a gentle hug and his warm breath exhales by your ears, “I really enjoy being with you, (Name). Every moment spent together is memorable and I can never forget them. My worries seem to disappear when I’m by your side. Will you go out with me (Name)?”

This is a huge leap for the both of you. Balancing your relationship and your jobs as streamers will be difficult but with Kanae’s resolve and your determination, you both will pull through as well as keeping it from the public’s ears.

The viewers will notice Kanae’s sudden fondness for you and will talk about when he will do another collab with you again in the comments. Even though it is discouraged to mention another person’s name in the comments, Kanae will pick it up and answer the comment. Giving the listeners a few teasing comments like “You don’t love me anymore?” and “I won’t collab with (Name) again!”

“Is she streaming right now? Don’t disturb her when she’s streaming.”

“Hmmm…maybe I should call her and ask to play APEX right now.”

You will show up more in his streams and various games will be played. Kanae will often invite you to his free chat streams. Kanae decides to use (ship name) as your unit name without the viewers knowing that (ship name) is official.

Now that you and Kanae became a couple, he will leave subtle hints to his fans but not too much to protect your privacy and he won’t reveal without your consent (but he wouldn’t want to reveal anyways).

Once, Kanae tweeted “Homemade dinner is so good.” and “It feels nice to get pampered.” in his personal account. He found amusement when reading through his fans’ confusion and questions.

“He’s not eating UberEats?”

“Is he cooking?”

“Kanae can cook??”

“Is someone cooking for Kanae?”

He was giggling from scrolling through the comments of his latest tweet, “Kanakana, stop messing around or your food will go cold!” You called out from the kitchen.

Teetee moments ensue in your collab streams. Flirty comments, playful jabs, you two trolling around each other and just basic wholesome moments will be brought to the viewers. Sometimes he will give you a red superchat when you’re streaming. Your chat will spam with Kanae’s name and your ship name.

You were hosting a free chat stream after your 12-hour stream of playing various games. This was your little break talking to the viewers. You and the viewers were having a discussion on which other VTubers you want to collaborate with. A few comments mentioned Kanae so you picked it up.

“Hmmm I have been collabing with Kanakana a lot recently… I really enjoy playing games with him, he’s fun to play with!” You told the viewers, “Don’t tell Kanakana this okay? But the main reason I play games a lot with him, especially Apex, is so that he can carry my ranks up hehe.”

What you didn’t expect was Kanae sent you a red superchat saying “I already knew 🙌 let’s keep playing Apex together”.

You were definitely surprised and thanked him using his catchphrase, “Awww, arigato baby~!”

Chat:

“(Name) so cute草”

“(ship name)!!!”

“(ship name) tee tee!!”

“Kanae is so cute!!!”

“This is so wholesome”

“草”

If Kanae decides to be annoying, he will call you in the middle of his stream while you’re asleep to play some games with him.

“Wake up (Name), wake up.”

“Ssssss...”

“Wake up, wake up~. Let’s play some Pokémon Unite~.”

“Let me sleeeeep...”

“C’mon, I wanna play Pokémon with you~”

“If you...carry me then I’ll play…”

“Of course!”

Kanae will try his best to support you by watching his stream and attend to you when you’re at your lowest. Every time you go live, he will try to watch your stream if he can or leave it on in the background and muted. Occasionally he will turn to your stream, silently proud of you for having a smooth stream.

#kumiko kara !#nijisanji kanae x reader #kanae x reader #nijisanji x reader #vtuber x reader #nijisanji kanae #kanae #nijisanji #vtuber

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sexysilverstrider · 2 years

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A Foolish Punishment 2/END (Volokari)

Oh, what a foolish girl.

A gasp choked out of pale lips. The bleeding didn’t seem to stop, instead gushing and flowing down the side of her waist. Her left hand squeezed her waist, fingers digging into the open flesh in hopes that the bleeding would stop. Crimson liquid stained her Survey Corps outfit, though her mind was clouded with something else entirely.

She should know better than to underestimate her surroundings.

This wasn’t the future. This wasn’t her timeline. Pokémon were crueller, scarier, far more territorial than she had ever met from her world. From the moment she was exposed to the ancient lands, Akari knew better than to underestimate the Pokémon that were sometimes larger than life.

She hated this. She hated this so much.

Tears ran down her face. Endlessly. Painfully. She wondered if this was how it would end. She wondered if this was some sort of sick punishment from Arceus himself for disrupting space and time in her own world.

Was it her fault that she was too late to stop Cyrus from summoning Dialga and Palkia? Was it her fault that she forced Giratina to intervene? Was it her fault that she had to stop the Renegade Pokémon from tearing Cyrus apart, and then possibly the world?

Was this her fault? Was this her punishment?

Was…

Where…where did she go wrong?

More and more tears streamed down her face.

“It hu…rts…” Teeth ground as she withstood the pain. “It…h-h…” Her vision was a blur. Her voice was a croak. “Mom…” Ah, this was unfair. “J-Ju…n…” This was extremely unfair.

Dark, hazed eyes lingered to her satchel. It splayed not far from her, her Pokémon tucked inside their Pokéballs. To her dismay, her new team of this time didn’t know how to let out of their capsules unlike her Pokémon from her time. The mechanics were different, a bit sturdier than she thought. Akari opened her mouth, tried to scream out any of her Pokémon’s name.

Hestia.

Beidou.

Mustafa. Ayato. Liliana. Sariel.

None of them peeped from trembling lips. It only echoed in her mind, one that hyper-focused on the gaping wound that slathered across her right waist. Another weak groan slithered between clenched teeth. The girl laid on her back, then regretted immediately as the agonizing pain punctured deeper into her skin.

This was her fault. She should have known better. She was told time and time again that Alpha Pokémon were extremely dangerous. While she did take that note seriously, there were times that the reminder left her mind completely, especially during battles.

And especially when she was fighting a Parasect.

It was a simple, easy battle. Nothing more. Akari bumped into one of those Mushroom Pokémon when she accidentally stumbled into his nest. She wasn’t even near him or his swarm, but the Survey Corp member should know better that the Pokémon were needlessly aggressive. Luckily, she was able to let out Hestia to deal with the problem. Despite a few had them surrounded, Akari knew her Tyhplosion had no problem burning them to the ground.

Alas, she herself had a few problems, one being not as sharp as her starter.

Slitch—skritch!

She remembered unbearable pain on her right waist. She remembered her eyes going wide. Her mouth gaping a hollow scream. As the girl turned to the side, a Paras had slashed her, dark eyes noticing deep red stained on one of his claws.

She then noticed something else—something purple and oozing.

While the human froze and staggered in her place, the Typhlosion only gaped in utter shock.

First came shock.

Then came fear.

Next came fury.

Gone were the sleepy expression she always wore. Pupils shrunk to tiny dots, Hestia flared her mighty flames around her neck and exhaled bright blue flames. The excruciating fire took the Alpha off guard, immediately burning his flesh before he could cry for help.

Over and over and over again Hestia released her fire, washing the land with bright flames of blue and red, cleaning the land dry from any nearby Paras.

While the corpses burned in place, Hestia spun around and released a ghostly parade of purple fire against the one who dared lay its claw on her beloved human. The shrieking balls of demons engulfed the tiny Paras. And before he could burn to a crisp like his Alpha, Hestia took him in her fangs and ripped the Pokémon into pieces.

Rrrip—slitch—skrrritch! was all Akari heard. As she dropped down to her knees, her blurry vision focused on the malicious Typhlosion. Fear began to root in a manic heart. Fear at the Pokémon that were capable of murder. Fear at the Pokémon who might one day take her life before she had a chance to reunite with her world.

Instinctively, she returned Hestia back to her ball. And once the starter was returned, Akari finally dropped down, her satchel thrown a step away from the impact.

Thankfully, the fire had died down the moment it swallowed every living Paras and Paresect around her.

Unthankfully, the poisoned now bubbled in her wound, causing unimaginable pain that stung tears in such blood red eyes.

“Hel…p—” More and more tears trickled down squeezed eyes. “Help…m-me…” She was forced to be strong. She was forced to face this deadly world.

Mom… She was alone.

Jun… Utterly…

Cyn…thia… Completely…

V-Vo…lo—

Alone.

“Now what do we have here?”

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Truly, life works in mysterious ways.

At sunrise, he decided to have a little walk, to find more mysteries and relics that would help him achieve his grand dream. At noon, he cooked some stew for him and his Pokémon. They really enjoyed it. His Togetic couldn’t stop pestering him for seconds, anyways.

Near sunset, here he was, standing before a person who was at death’s door.

A person who had long invaded his mind. A person who had long wrecked his thoughts. A person who—as Volo continued to believe—had no right haunting his slumber.

A person, from the moment he saw her in such a state, who caused him to mentally scream and panic at the realization.

He didn’t know when his legs brought him to her. He didn’t know how he was now standing before her who was lying in a pool of blood. Once Volo stood before her, he kept his mask on. He kept his wits about.

But his heart screamed. How it screamed and shrieked so madly at the sight.

He hated this.

“Now what do we have here?”

He hated her.

Luckily, as if some stupid mercy, her eyes closed the second their eyes met. A flinch. Then a jolt happened from him. How badly he so wanted to fall to his knees and tend to her. How badly he so wanted to hold her in her arms, to check her pulse—

He hated this.

No. Instead, with fists tightly clenched, after momentarily confirming that she wasn’t moving nor awake, Volo slowly squatted down. Grey eyes observed at her breathing: ragged and choppy. His vision then darted to her waist, to the gaping wound that continued to trickle blood. He spotted a hint of poison, which then made his throat clench at the thought of her life chipping away.

Why would he care?

“Stupid girl…” Lifeless eyes stared at the fallen corps member. It was her fault, was it not? If anything, she deserved it. He had no part in this. He had his own dreams to seek. And if anything, she was only a pawn—

Pupil shrunk inside dim irises.

Grey eyes then darted to her satchel.

If anything, she had the remaining plates.

For a second, his breathing stopped. For a second, his heart skipped. There, placed within arm’s reach, was her satchel that miraculously could fit quite literally anything—including the plates. He could take them. He could finally collect all the remaining pieces and left the corpse to rot. No one would know. No human would get a chance to find her remains by the time they reached her.

He was close. So close.

A sniffle was heard, causing him to flinch a gasp he didn’t know he was holding.

Grey eyes slid to the dying person.

Blood still pooled under her. Her eyes were still closed. Still squeezed shut. Her grasp on the open wound loosened, letting him see such a disgusting sight that pierced the attire and skin. Judging by her staggered, weak breathing, she only had a few minutes left.

Just a few minutes. That’s all he needed.

His breathing hitched tightly inside a dry throat.

Volo then snapped his neck towards the satchel. That’s all she had left. That’s all he needed. Squatting still beside her, the young man reached for her satchel.

He stretched his hand towards it… Finally…

Closer… Finally…!

Closer… Finally—!

“I…like…seeing you around, you know.”

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Vision was a painful blur as eyes squinted open.

Slowly. Carefully. Vision a blurry haze before adjusting to the dim light of her surroundings. Her mouth parted open, breathing out quiet gasps and short groans instead of incomprehensible words.

Her mind was numb. Her thoughts were jumbled. As seconds felt like hours, memories of time ago knocked the back of her head.

The Paras. The poison. The fear.

Realization hit her like a truck, and Akari shot up straight.

Or tried to, anyways.

“Ahh!” Sharp pain stabbed the side of her waist. Immediately she plopped back on her back. One hand went straight to the gaping wound, only to then freeze at the feel of something soft and slightly wet.

“What the—?” Dark eyes moved to the wound, pupils then shrunk at the sight of her state. The Survey Corps jacket was nowhere to be seen. She still had her black shirt on, though the ripped material allowed her to feel another piece of cloth wrapped around her stomach.

Before thoughts could compute the situation, Akari then flinched at the burst of sunlight in her eyes.

“I’m sorry!” A Survey Corps apologized, voice rattled and soft as she realized what she had done. “I heard your voice and came to check and—oh, I’m glad you’re awake!” Guilt bitten in her heart to see such a poor state, the member kneeled by the tent’s entrance. “Do you—can you remember who you are?”

What a stupid question to give to someone who was almost half blind and nearly poisoned to death.

The bitter reaction was bitten back as Akari slowly lowered her arms. “I’m Akari…” Her voice felt dry, coughing once or twice that led the member to quickly reach out a bowl of water near her. Seeing the water she sorely sought for, Akari slowly tried to sit up, cringing every now and then at the numbing, piercing pain in her waist.

Gulp, gulp, she drank, throat feeling refreshed and heart feeling relieved that she still had her sense of taste.

Once the water was finished, Akari handed over the empty bowl. “Thank you…”

“Welcome!” the member replied. Relief slowly washed her face to see the fellow mysterious outsider feeling more and more…alive. Kneeling by the entrance still, she checked on the bandage around her. “How do you feel, by the way?”

“Still in pain.” The answer was given quite apathetically. Though a smile graced Akari’s mouth, knowing that she should feel grateful that Arceus gave her another chance. Black eyes looked around the tent. She then sighed heavily to see her satchel in pieces and her Pokémon safely tucked inside their balls.

One hand caressed the bandage around her stomach. “Thanks for finding me and patching me up.” Truly, no words could describe how thankful she was. “If you guys were a bit late…well…” Shivers ran down her spine.

“Well, I would like to say no worries, but we weren’t the ones who found you, though.”

Akari ceased her caress.

“I’m sorry?” Widened eyes gazed at the concerned member. The blonde-haired woman didn’t seem like she was bluffing, and this only stumped her even more.

“You were brought in by someone. By the time you came to our camp, you’re already patched up but still fainted so we assigned you in a tent for medical observation.” A small smile graced the woman’s lips. “We were shocked to find out you were poisoned. Thankfully, you were already given an antidote to dissolve the poison, but it still scared us.” A sigh popped out of her lips at the thought of nearly an hour ago. Once the Survey Corps relayed the message back to headquarters, they received a quick reply from Professor Laventon who was clearly in a fit of panic and on his way.

“Who…?”

Akari’s voice—taut and meek—brought the member back to reality. The woman looked at her, eyes widened with bafflement and mouth agape in shock. The sight alone almost seemed funny.

“Oh,” Finding the situation amusing, the member continued, “it was a blonde Ginkgo Guild member. I believe his name was—”

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One man stood by a cliff. One man observed the camp that was hustled and bustled with people about. Judging by the sight, something must have happened. Something about the girl.

Breathing hitched momentarily.

Pupils widened at the sight of black hair coming out of the tent.

Fists clenched tightly.

She seemed better. Alive. The professor then came pouncing towards her, giving the startled outsider a hug before immediately releasing and apologizing constantly. He saw as the girl stumbled, then waved her hands as an act of reassurance.

What a nice girl.

He hated it.

He hated this—!

‘Volo.’

Breathing was released in shaken sighs at the sound of a chirp.

He shou—he hated her.

The wind flapped quite roughly on his side. Volo then looked to the right, mouth pursing a smile at his ever so loyal Togekiss.

The Happiness Pokémon could sense his friend’s distress. His numbing pain. ‘She’s fine now!’ Togekiss cheered, hopping in place before taking flight once again by the wielder’s side.

Volo’s smile tightened.

The wind blew again, shielding his eyes from the horror that gleamed each iris. Memories of an hour ago still reeled in his mind, still taunted him deliriously as some sort of punishment for his bastardly actions.

He remembered clearly how he madly rummaged through his backpack for the antidote. He remembered clearly how he held her in his arms, cold and shivering, leading him to shiver and stifle a scream. He remembered clearly how he ripped her coat open and lifted her torn, black shirt, causing his jaw to strain at the sight of her scarred skin. He remembered clearly how fast he acted, disinfecting the wound and wrapping her stomach with white gauze.

He remembered clearly, so vividly, how he brought her close to his chest, nuzzling her head as he locked his arms around her weak shoulders.

He hated how blurry his vision was.

‘Volo?’

Once again, his voice dragged him back to reality. Volo looked at Togekiss, seeing nothing but a frown that graced his friend’s face.

That never suited him.

“I’m fine, dear friend.” His voice was calm, low, hinted with gentle care that he so forced himself to remind that it was for his Pokémon—never her. “Come, let’s make a move, shall we?” Hesitance still plastered the Pokémon’s face, so Volo patted the top of his head and spun his heel.

Togekiss knew Volo so well. The simple action was enough to tell him that the conversation was over. Releasing a sigh, the Happiness Pokémon looked at the lively camp one last time before flying to his friend’s side.

Volo walked away. Away from the camp. Away from her. Away from the memories.

Pink lips pursed tightly at the memory of her forehead. At the reminder of how sweet, how soft her skin tasted.

Ah, what a truly foolish man.

END

#Volokari #Volo #Akari #Pokemon #TADA!!#i have a thing for denials and hot villainous ikemen #also i really love the theory of akari is actually hikari #adds more Pain #imagine if shes forced to leave n this forces volo to accept his feelings for her.....mya #ANYWAYS HAPPY ADVANCED BDAY TO ME HAHAH #fafar writes

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bamfdaddio · 3 years

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X-Men Abridged: 1981 - the Body-Swap

The X-Men, those body-swapping mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. We’ve been untangling that history for a while, but sometimes, you really want a more in-depth look. Interested? Then read the (un)Abridged X-Men!

(Uncanny X-Men 151 - 152) - by Chris Claremont and Josef Rubinstein

Emma Frost and her frenemy Ororo Munroe have not been getting along! One fateful evening, as the two quibble away, they mysteriously switch bodies and minds. Talk about your Freaky Friday! What lessons will they learn, walking a mile in one another’s shoes? And will they be able to switch back, or will they stay in each other’s bodies forever? Mutant Monday, coming soon to a cinema near you. Starring: Elizabeth Banks, Angela Bassett and Elliot Page. (PG-13)

For a moment, we’re in a proper period drama: a letter delivers ill tidings!

I love that Kitty’s parents are so self-involved that it took them A WHOLE YEAR to realize that it’s weird that Kitty is the only non-adult attending the Xavier Institute.

I can only assume the mailman interrupted a pool party of some kind? Or a communal shower? I get why Kurt would not swim a lot - all that fur - but did Scott wear that while they were splashing around? Was it a beach volleyball competition where one half got to wear swimsuits and the other half superhero costumes? Most importantly, was Scott’s costume always this tight?

Not that I’m complaining, mind you.

The awful thing is that Kitty’s parents are transferring her to the Massachusetts Academy, not realizing that headmistress Emma Frost is, in fact, a terrible human being. Charles, uncharacteristically, says that changing their minds telepathically is a line he does not cross (any more) and half the viewing audience bursts out in laughter. More importantly, last they saw Emma, she was kind of dead-by-Phoenix, so it might be better there this time? Kitty does a Classic Teenage Stomp-Off and Storm comes to comfort her. Kitty cries that life is unfair (“My parents are only doing this because they’re splitting up”) and Ororo tells her that yes, life is unfair. You just gotta roll with the punches as best you can.

To be fair, bald men are technically all cheek, so it doesn’t matter where you kiss them.

While I enjoy the relationship Kitty has with the other X-Men (Scott gave her a compliment! Logan told her his name!), especially the mother-daughter-bond she shares with Ororo, the whole Piotr-thing always gives me pause. Even if we’re being very generous with age, Kitty is, what? 14 going on 15? And Piotr is… 19? At best? I get why Kitty would have a crush on him: he’s a gentle hunky giant: at fifteen, my teenage ass would have felt the exact same viz-a-viz Colossus’ upper arms. The fact that Piotr reciprocates feels skeevy, though, especially because they’re always treated like star-crossed idiots these days.

Skee-vy.

Ororo drives Kitty to Massachusetts, where her young ward is greeted by someone named Muffy and whisked away for orientation. All seems well. Ororo stands in a parlour, surveying the grounds and considering that they should have fought harder for Kitty. Still, nothing seems too wrong just yet: this Academy just seems very preppy.

Not-at-all-dead Emma takes her cue and jumps out, saying (essentially): “Surprise motherfucker.”

There’s a flash of light, and then...

I’m willing to bet that Emma’s EVIL journal has the following to-do-list: - Steal Storm’s body. - Experiment with her powers. - See how good Storm looks in white. (Leather? Fur?! Both!??) - REWARD: Smoke break.

I wonder if Emma’s plan hinged on being able to body-swap with Storm, or whether any X-Man would have sufficed. Was her original target Xavier? Cyclops? What if one of Kitty’s parents had brought her to Massachusetts, would she have taken Kitty instead?

In a locked cell, Storm wakes up in Emma’s body and is horrified. I wonder why Emma didn’t take any more precautions. Couldn’t the guy who made the freaky friday-gizmo also make a power dampener to nullify not!Emma’s telepathic abilities? Or did Emma count on her victim being so utterly incapacitated by her mind-powers that they’d be driven mad? (This would actually tie in with some of Emma’s later-revealed history: when her powers first emerged, she also got locked away in a padded room because of her madness.)

Emma is not wrong, by the way: Storm can’t get a handle on Emma’s powers. What follows is possibly the sweetest moment in an arc filled with sweet moments:

This arc isn’t drawn by any of the regulars - not Byrne, not Cockrum - but Josef Rubinstein brings his own kind of panache to the pages. I love the way he draws women’s faces: in a story that’s all about women, their faces are actually distinguishable. Kudoz.

Emma, meanwhile, coordinates with Sebastian Shaw to execute the second part of their two-pronged attack on the X-Men. They both laugh evilly in their phones while the mansion is attacked by Sentinels! These androids take out Cyclops and Xavier with some sleeping gas and knock out Nightcrawler, but the rest of the X-Men manage to trounce these robots. Then ‘Storm’ appears! She zaps the rest of the X-Men (and Amanda Sefton), successfully finishing their master-plan.

It’s not entirely clear what the Hellfire Club wants with the X-Men this time, but I’m assuming it’s more experimentation to improve the sentinels? Eh, doesn’t matter! Nefarious Hellfire Club is nefarious.

The real Storm, meanwhile, comes to claim Kitty, forgetting that she looks like the one and only Emma Frost. Kitty spooks and Storm accidentally reaches out, knocking her out telepathically. Whoops! Storm takes Kitty and flees in a car, while Emma gives chase. (How dare Ororo run off with her body, which is absolutely the kind of hypocritical hilariousness we all love Emma for.)

Kitty awakens and jumps from the car, causing Storm to swerve and...

JETSTREAM!? Speaking of which, where are the Hellions in all of this?

Kitty sees that an unconscious ‘Emma’ is about to burn to a tender and moist little crisp and she is faced with the hero’s dilemma: would you save a villain that would never save you?

Emma, meanwhile, has realized the downside to body-swapping: somebody else gets to run around with your body too. Shaw, of all people, talks her down from her anger.

You can’t just introduce a persona exchange gun to the plot WITHOUT EXPLAINING WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOT IT FROM.

My favorite detail is that Emma keeps calling Kitty brat, like she’s some sort of Pokémon-villain.

Kitty, meanwhile, has saved ‘Emma’ and tied her up with a special knot. Storm tries to convince Kitty, going for the “ask me something only Storm would know”, but Kitty’s all: “Duh, you’re a telepath.” Ororo insists, but the thing that clinches it is when she breaks free of her ties without breaking a sweat. That knot was taught to Kitty by Ororo and she’d be the only one who knew how to break out of it.

Storm and Kitty recruit Stevie Hunter to come pick them up and during the ride, Storm-being-angry-mother!Storm convinces Kitty more than anything else:

After all, Storm was voted most likely to say: “If you don’t stop this nonsense immediately, I will turn this Blackbird around, so help me God!”

Ororo and Kitty sneak inside. Ororo even uses Emma’s telepathy to help her pick a lock after phasing through a door. (Kind of funny: Kitty’s still such a neophyte that she can’t even phase with anyone else yet.) Emma, meanwhile, taunts the captured X-Men, presenting herself as the new white queen:

Anybody feel the inclination to point out that the Hellfire Club did this exact same thing last year, except then they tried it with a redhead?

I secretly suspect that the Hellfire Club’s plots always revolve around seducing X-Men to their side and dressing them up in sexy lingerie. (Which: fair.) There’s also a subplot where the guys Wolverine cut apart last year want to exact revenge on him for being made bionic, but eh. We’ll start paying attention to them when they become actual Reavers.

Kitty phases through the locks of the X-Men, freeing them, and a kerfuffle ensues. Emma starts using Storm’s powers, but they grow out of control. Colossus tosses Shaw out of the window - which should just be company policy, really: all Shaws should be defenestrated - where he’s promptly hit by a rogue thunderbolt.

When he doesn’t get up, Emma starts to lose it. The weather goes wild. Storm intervenes, using her telepathic power to help calm down Emma (and the raging storm), but she also manages to get a hold of the swap-gun. There’s a zap, and with a satisfied sigh, the status-quo is restored again.

My favorite implication is that, apparently, Emma decides which school Kitty attends and not her parents.

While this little arc is neither the most iconic nor the most profound of 1981 -- those would be Days of Future Past and I, Magneto, respectively -- I still love this for a couple of reasons.

As a lover of Freaky Friday, 17 Again and the new Jumanji-film, I just have a soft spot for body swap plots. (Hi Psylocke!)

It focuses on the Xavier Institute as a school, planting seeds for the upcoming New Mutants.

It is very female-driven without beating you over the head with it. (Looking at you, Birds of Prey.)

It has three definitive main characters, who all get fleshed out in fun and interesting ways. It starts the trend of robbing Ororo of some of her powers and tossing her into against-the-odds circumstances, only for her to come out on top.

It solidifies the Storm/Kitty mother/daughter (or older/younger sibling) dynamic. Kitty is a believable teenager when it comes to Storm - clever and kind, but also looking for answers and prone to rash decisions - and I love how much they care for each other.

Jean/Storm-friendship-callback, yay!

Emma gets fleshed out as a villain. Resourceful and petty, powerful and vain. It’s no wonder she’s one of the break-out antagonists of the X-Men, because, like Magneto, Claremont is not afraid of giving her depth. Arguably, she is the most three-dimensional of the Hellfire Club at this point.

Yay! And fuck completely sensible plots, if you don’t know what to do with your plot, just introduce a random persona exchange gun. Let’s use it on Xavier and Legion in Way of X next!

#x-men abridged #abridged x-men #x-men #storm #professor x #kitty pryde #uncanny x-men #emma frost #cyclops #nightcrawler #stevie hunter #colossus #sebastian shaw

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rebelliouslala · 3 years

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A Man Who Plays Volleyball.

happy birthday my beloved little anime boy, Ushijima Wakatoshi!

summary and warnings!: OC!Yuri-Chan (they are there as you, the reader!) x Wakatoshi, fix it fic! Shiratorizawa wins to go to the Nationals; angst, descriptions of parental abuse, descriptions of anxiety, flashbacks, a form of s/lf h/rm, accidental cause to injury, unwanted touching, a creepy guy, divorce drama, this story describes the suppression of men’s mental health, a good spoonful of fluff at the end

word count; ~10k words

a/n: this was SUPER rushed. but, i love him. you have no idea how much i saw myself in satori. in wakatoshi. i love shiratorizawa. may this alternate universe make the original ushijima wakatoshi smile :)

The Shiratorizawa volleyball player, Ushijima Wakatoshi walked home. He carried his volleyball clothes in a duffel bag. He wore a white hoodie with a purple outline. It said, printed, “Ushijima #1” on the back. He walked in silence. Because he preferred it. He felt tired.

The Miracle Boy felt tired. The crickets in the warm farm fields began to buzz with the swift wind that came from behind. He closed his eyes and stopped. He softly smiled as he looked up at the cloudy autumn sky. The sun was setting.

How long has he waited for this day; His eyes, to anyone else, would be dull. But that day, after his battle against Karasuno, they sparkled like freshly oiled olives. His hairdo was gently ruffled as a train passed by to his left, and he took a deep breath. He pumped his fist as a tear went down his cheek.

“I won.”

Once the Miracle Boy arrived home; He placed away his uniform in a laundry machine, and gently sucked on a popsicle. He blinked a few times, watching the machine churn and churn and churn and churn and churn and churn and- His lower back ached. He leaned against the wall, continuing to gently bite the tip. Satori once called him insane for biting ice cream.

“Doesn’t it hurt?!” Satori cried during their summer training. Wakatoshi had offered his land to use for training. Coach Washijo had taken the offer with happiness. He had bit his thick popsicle in response. “No.”

Wakatoshi turned to a sob from the threshold. There sat on its diaper ass one of the Ushijima twins, Kazane, who blinked. She had a straight bob and palm green eyes. She whined.

The boy sighed. He gently bent down and picked her up. She babbled stupidly and gripped at his hair, then whined more for his popsicle. “No.” He continued to bite it and he frowned as Kazane started to whimper. Wakatoshi now began to bounce her and he looked at his uniform as it continued to wash. She stopped making noises and instead clung onto him.

“Wakatoshi? Wakatoshi have you seen—?” He let his mother find him as she sighed. She had straight black hair, one that was in a messy bun since she gave birth to the twins.

“Hello Oka-san.”

“Wakatoshi, you know she can’t have ice cream!” She said, exasperated.

“I know that. She is trying to take it.” He continued biting it.

“Here, gimme,” Ms. Ushijima took Kazane, and let her soft cry in her neck. Wakatoshi simply continued to look at the swirl of his clothes. “I called your father.”

Wakatoshi turned, and he blinked. Once. Twice. His eyebrows furrowed, but he straightened himself up. “Is he not busy?”

“Yeah, but you know, it’s nice because you‘re going to Nationals-, isn’t that what you wanted, Wakatoshi?”

The boy sucked on the stick as the machine stopped. He went down to take the uniform, and began to fold. “Yes.”

She sighed, “Stop acting dramatic. I know you’re happy. Oh- I also invited your girlfriend over.” Wakatoshi now walked past his mother, and his baby sister as he went to his room. He hung his shirt and pants. Ms. Ushijima followed him, “I suggest you wear some nice formal wear, got it? And I want you both in the family room.”

“I was thinking of a nice berry bush, a purely platonic meeting. In the back—?”

“Ugh, fine. Whatever. Sure. Remember to change Mayumi’s diapers.”

Yuri had met Wakatoshi at the side door of his house. Yuri hopped up and gave him a kiss to his jawline. “Good afternoon, ‘Toshi-Chan!”

Wakatoshi blushed. He held his cheek. “Afternoon, my flower.”

The wind that messed up Yuri’s hair passed, and Wakatoshi with no hesitation helped them fix it, after a soft question if he could. He gently petted their hair back.

The couple sat peacefully in the bushes. Yuri, after the wind, then went to the strawberry bushes and started to pick. They hummed as they put them in a small bucket, as Wakatoshi instructed them to, and rinsed them in a bucket his Grandfather made. After that, they handed the small fat berry to his hand, as he cut off the top part of the berry.

“The leaves are edible, but are annoying to the throat. It’s better to mush them together, since they have good properties for the body.” Wakatoshi explained. Yuri giggled in response, continuing to pick a few more, with a here and there bite to the smallest one.

Yuri might even turn around, and coo, “Look at this, ‘Toshi-Chan! Aw, it’s no bigger than my thumb!” At which Wakatoshi leaned over, uncomfortably on the small blanket his Mother gave him, before nodding. “Do you want to name it? Like a child?”

“Oh great idea! How about, hmm, Plate!”

“Hm?”

“Because strawberries, and plate berries!”

“Ah.” Wakatoshi nodded, and he gave them a small side of the mushed leaves. “This should be enough for both of us. Do you think so?”

“Mhm! Oh, how are the twins?”

Wakatoshi leaned back and took a deep breath. Kazane cried so much he had to wake up Grandmother Nijiko for it. She complained loudly, but went over and in a few hours the silence was gone. Mayumi singlehandedly ate the rest of the prepared milk bottles his Mother made. Wakatoshi lost approximately 3.26 hours of sleep. “They are well.” He said.

“Oh! They’re the cutest!! With their little soft lettuce cheeks-! I can’t wait until I can feed them little berries!” Yuri popped one in their mouth.

“Mayumi-tan loves blueberries. Especially playing with them. Kazane-tan prefers spitting the strawberry seeds in my hair.”

“No wonder you take so many showers, Wakatoshi-Chan!” He ate a bit of the mush, and he looked above at the clouds. Yuri laid next to him, and dipped their finger in the mush.

“Satori-kun told me- you- uh, you got mad. I was wondering where you were after the game.”

“We had to celebrate. Besides that, I could not charge my phone. The TV crew took up all the outlets.”

“Aw, bummer! But still, Wakatoshi-Chan~,” Yuri poked his side. He twitched in response. “You got mad. It was a close game.”

Wakatoshi ate another strawberry dipped in mush. “I won. Do not worry. I am okay.” Yuri laid on their stomach and pouted. “Promise?”

“I would never lie to you, Yuri-Chan.”

“Good. Then critique me on my violin, okay!”

He nodded, as Yuri brought out their violin case. Being best friends with Satori, all sorts of little stickers were on it, especially a large Pokémon one. Wakatoshi crossed his legs as Yuri took their violin out, and their bow. They hummed quietly, tuning the violin and hastily rubbing rosin on the bow. They used the bow on the violin, once- twice -the first made Wakatoshi fear the twins would wake up from their nap- before Yuri played.

The Swan.

Wakatoshi laid back. Yuri closed their eyes, leaning into their instrument, and played. The wind picked up again. And Wakatoshi closed his eyes.

Yuri and he met in freshman year. Wakatoshi saw Yuri come in, shy.

“I am so sorry! I thought this was the auditorium.” Wakatoshi had just worked out. He assumed in their vision, this would be attractive and more romantic. To him he felt more comfortable and relaxed.

“It’s a few more blocks down. But I believe the Coach will not allow music.” Seeing Yuri’s jolt of embarrassment, Wakatoshi added, “But I believe outside is a perfect place to play. I would help you, but I know the plants shall tell you what to do.”

And here, as the wind guided Yuri’s fingers, their bow, the soft and intimate touches to the strings, did Wakatoshi hear how his advice had really counted. From Day 1 to Day Now, their improvement let him smile quietly in pride. They were perfect.

After a few days of waiting for a response from Wakatoshi’s father, it was settled and official. He would join them that night for dinner.

Yuri held onto Wakatoshi’s arm, their middle finger writing characters he could not decipher. He looked around at Grandmother Nijiko holding the twins. Kazane was in a little blue robe and Mayumi in red. His mother opened the door to the wardrobe for Wakatoshi. He wore a tight white shirt, and black sleek pants. He observed a royal purple kimono.

Yuri gulped as they watched his mother gently pinch his ear, “Nuh uh, do the Atlantic Blue.”

“I believe it is Pacific Blue.” Wakatoshi responded as he took that instead, and dawned it. He helped Yuri with their kimono.

“Wow, your family is like, really traditional, Wakatoshi,” they said quietly, looking at Wakatoshi.

“It’s my father’s arrival. Oka-san likes it like this.” He paused, before he continued to help them put it on, “and Oba-san, of course.”

Wakatoshi could not admit it, but he did appreciate it too. The clan was well, they just valued the importance of continuing to be perfect. It was only in their strict rules he did not want his new siblings to be subjected to. Wakatoshi glanced at his left hand. as he tied Yuri’s pink clothes together.

“‘Toshi, remember to smile.” Ms. Ushijima reminded him.

Wakatoshi grimaced. “Yes Oka-san.”

Yuri squeezed his hand, and looked up at him. He gently smiled back.

“Yuri-kun, make sure Wakatoshi doesn’t go on about volleyball again!” Grandmother Nijiko said. His smile faded.

His mother went from the twins, to going to him and attacking his stance.

Ms. Ushijima went on her tippy toes, muttering and complaining about his height, then how his hair was so dry, how he needed to use lotion more, and how filthy he was.

Yuri only stared at their feet. The Ushijimas stared at Wakatoshi, having his mother flick his ear and pinch at his stomach. “Stop eating so much rice! Obviously this sport isn’t putting off enough weight, eh?”

The doorbell rang. Finally, Wakatoshi took a gulp of fresh air as his mother went to the door.

It opened. Wakatoshi couldn’t stop smiling.

Everything seemed to blur and fade into each other. Wakatoshi took his coat. Yuri was taken away. The twins began to cry and whine for food. Ms. Ushijima said nothing.

The dining room in the Ushijima home was tiny. The dinner table was small, made of driftwood from Wakatoshi’s great grandfather. The clinking of dishes were mixed in with the twins crying. Yuri sat uncomfortably. Wakatoshi only ate as he looked at his father.

Mr. Utsui Takashi barely had hair- he was balding. He had a curly like stubble though, and he had developed an annoying, wheezing-like cough after inhaling any sort of food. It seemed his vision got worse, since he had thought the twins were identical. He had to take a double take to Yuri and Wakatoshi before laughing and embracing him tightly. His hands were disgusting. He smelled of fish and B.O.

But Wakatoshi put his face in his neck, and embraced him thrice as tightly once he had seen him minutes ago. Wakatoshi nearly lifted his father from the ground. Now, as Wakatoshi picked at his small serving of possibly 382 pieces of rice and steak, he watched his father talk to Yuri.

“Ah, Wakatoshi, she is so cute! Ooh~,” he pinched Yuri’s cheek who giggled and thanked him, a little awkward. Wakatoshi ate his steak, a little curve on his lips from their interaction.

“Utsui-san, I am so excited! I cannot believe you came all this way, because ‘Toshi-chan is going to nationals!” Yuri smiled.

Wakatoshi’s grandmother stopped feeding the twins and sighed. “It’s not why he came.”

The young man felt the steak he swallowed start to froth in his mouth. He forced it down, and turned to his father. “What is the news that you have?”

“I got fired from my job.” Mr. Utsui said, a little weak. “Well, they laid us off—,”

Ms. Ushijima stood up and gathered the plates. “Your father is coming back to live with us until he finds something good. Hopefully in Tokyo so he can move out again.”

“Y-yes...” Mr. Utsui slouched, but he continued to eat his rice.

Wakatoshi ate his steak, and he quietly let his mother take it as he looked at Yuri’s hand. “Will you be taking care of the twins, then?” he said.

Mr. Utsui opened his mouth, a little confused, but he only sighed, “Ah- well yes. I will. I am also discussing that matter with your mother.”

“Do you need to go to court for it?” Wakatoshi continued to sit as Yuri held onto him, adjusting their feet from the long period of sitting on them.

“No, Oba-san will handle the matters.”

Wakatoshi nodded, and quietly asked his grandmother to be excused. Once she nodded, she eyed his left hand as he helped Yuri up.

“Your lover cannot go. I need to ask them some things as well.”

“Oba-san.” Wakatoshi bowed his head, “they need to stretch out their feet.”

“I don’t care. Sit by me, Yuri-tan.” Yuri looked back, and shooed Wakatoshi off. He bowed, only slightly, before sliding open the doors, and going outside.

The Ushijima Land stretched for only a couple of square acres. Wakatoshi sat down awkwardly by the lake.

It was technically a marsh but his mother never liked him calling it that. He fondly remembered how he invited his team here to train. Goshiki nearly passed out in the fields further West, if Grandmother Nijiko had not taken care of him. Wakatoshi smiled remembering how she pinched his cheeks and cooed, “Goshiki-Bo.”

“Wakatoshi.” He turned, slightly, and Mr. Utsui sat down next to him with a bit of difficulty. “Ah, what a nice night, hm?” he tried to hide his cough.

“Yes.” the young man said.

Mr. Utsui sighed, tapping his fingers and looking off at the side, towards the stars. “H-How is Shiratorizawa?”

“We won against Karasuno a few days ago. My team and I are going to nationals.”

Mr. Utsui smiled. “Ah, perfect, perfect, good for you. I’m happy that it makes you happy.” Wakatoshi looked down. He did not feel anything. The dream that had woken him up this morning has scared him. He had no idea why. “You trained hard for this, hm?”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad my son has come all this way. You’ve gotten so big and strong! Tell me, do the twins bother you? I hope the farm work isn't too much either. But you’re 18 now, and-,”

Wakatoshi stood up. He took a deep breath. He simply took off his kimono.

Mr. Utsui blinked. “‘Toshi?”

“I’m going for a run.” The boy ran without a word to his father. He was glad Mr. Utsui didn’t follow. Because Wakatoshi began to cry.

After a good ten minute run, Wakatoshi took yet another shower once he got back. He now wore his pajamas. A big shirt he had been gifted once from Mr. Utsui, and Pokemon themed pants he got from Satori a year ago.

Wakatoshi went to the entrance of his home, holding Yuri’s hands. It was time to say goodbye to Yuri-Chan. “Your Grandma is so weird.” they giggled, trying to hush their voice. That made no sense to him, really. Grandmother Nijiko heard everything.

“She is my blood. I got it from her.” Yuri giggled and kissed him softly, and he did in return. “You’re so weird~,”

“Yes.” He wanted to go inside already. He needed to think of what the matter was with his father. But he needed to also stall for Yuri to feel safe.

“Heh, okay, tomorrow is my practice.” They pulled him close and cooed, “I’ll see you?”

“Of course.” He stared at their features. He remembered hearing a few opposing volleyball players try to bully Yuri. He made sure they lost within two sets. For Yuri was like a flower to Wakatoshi- they had a timeless beauty. He loved staring at the shape of their eyes, how their nose scrunched ever so slightly when they smiled, and especially, when their irises dilated. He never felt such an intense feeling pull himself toward her.

They hugged him tightly. “Love you, ‘Toshi-Chan.”

“I love you too.”

After another kiss, Yuri-Chan’s aunt pulled up in her car. With another wave, Yuri had disappeared from his grasp. Wakatoshi was all alone.

☆彡

The Last Set. Wakatoshi took his stance as one of the outer blockers. He watched the ball be served by the Karasuno Crows. The Samurai Crow, Asahi, paused before spiking, causing Wakatoshi to miss his timing on the block. On the next turn, when Kenjiro sets, Wakatoshi returns his point as he spikes against the block. In games, he lets Satori do the blocking, since he is better. Wakatoshi is smart, he has no doubt about that in this sport, but he knows his teammate’s instinctual guess is better than anything. When Satori went left, Wakatoshi followed and blocked it correctly. He quietly nodded as Satori beamed with pride.

After another few more scores, Wakatoshi blinked at the sudden point Karasuno took. His eyebrows were raised as he drank his water. He was surprised by the new attack Karasuno made. Never in his years of volleyball research, of play, did he believe it could work against his strong team, or actually score. They were extremely fearless.

Wakatoshi frowned at himself when Reon missed. But now he can make a point to honor him, and also win back the lead. As he spiked, he spotted the little short Libero, the Lightning Bolt Crow Yu. He frowned, and he spiked quickly to his left. It was quick, causing a jolt of pain to his shoulder, but it did the trick for them to get a point.

Despite that, the Blond Crow, Kei, tried to go against him. Which made him annoyed. This tiny blocker, tried to go against his immeasurable strength? Wakatoshi huffed quietly.

Wakatoshi hated how Kei knew how to one touch, how to time his spikes perfectly. But he didn’t even have the strength like Satori did. He was just a wannabe Satori. And no one is like Satori. And such thoughts, that the young man had, made his strength greater with the stress of the Blond Crow. Kei made a grave mistake. Pissing off the Miracle Boy.

With the next point to be made, and with his new power up that Kei unknowingly gave Wakatoshi, the Miracle Boy then, out of pure anger, made sure he could not play. Using his entire body weight, he made sure that Kei was out. Against Kei’s perfect block, Wakatoshi had spiked so hard to Kei’s right fingers, he heard the crack.

As Wakatoshi landed, he turned away. He had scored. And Kei would be gone.

After Karasuno’s kerfuffle of Kei’s condition, now Wakatoshi could serve. Now that the Blond Crow was gone, just a few more points were made by him and Wakatoshi could see Father.

“Bring it!” Karasuno yelled.

Bring it? Wakatoshi thought. How amusing. He will. He threw the ball up, jumped, and struck it hard. The Samurai Crow hit it in the air, his skin turning red from impact. Typical. Karasuno was playing yet another synchronized attack. But Wakatoshi saw how Satori eyed Sugawara’s shoes, and jumped immediately. The Captain relaxed at seeing Satori’s correct guess, and watched. He watched Satori glare down at the boy, a blush blooming on his pale cheeks. Wakatoshi could not help but smirk to himself as well.

The Eagles were soaring far above the Crows.

The Last Set. Wakatoshi, being a not loud person, clapped for Satori as the rest of his team screamed. Satori’s blocks were always one to be celebrated. His skills were amazing, and were an important asset to the team.

After switching sides, Wakatoshi served. But he can feel himself getting tired, as he jumped he got a blurry vision and hit the ball to the net. He makes a genuine apology, deciding to let his team do some more of the heavy lifting. After all, the Blond Crow was gone.

But seeing the Chibi-Chan, Shoyo Hinata, Wakatoshi stood taller. He scowled at the boy. Kenjiro sensed his anger, and set the ball to the Ace. Now he spiked it down. But no. As if the boy was blessed only with his speed, he saw, in awe, how the boy caught the damn ball with his face. Satori missed his spike, the two comrades tched at the boy. Wakatoshi could feel his and Satori’s hatred at the boy’s talentless smile. Even more so, what made Wakatoshi steam further was that Shoyo still scored points. Not only was he reckless, he always just went for his head. It made the Ace sick to his stomach. Ungrateful runt.

Wakatoshi had not doubted he wouldn’t win, but now he wanted to crush the small boy. He wanted to win just as bad as he did.

After the next loss, due to Satori’s overthinking, Wakatoshi tried not to chuckle at seeing Satori get yelled at by the Coach. Despite the hilarity, now the Captain had to make up for Satori’s lost concentration. Right now he couldn’t depend on him. Right now he needs to win. Even if Satori can’t pick up his slack.

The first years’ reckless quick attack. Wakatoshi hated it. Speed was all he had. Nothing like the great rival Wakatoshi had expected him to be; no, just Stupid, Small, Sly Shoyo.

Wakatoshi can hear Yuri-Chan cheer loudly from the bleachers with his school. He heard his school cheer proudly after Eita’s no touch serve, only to find Karasuno's ridiculous cheering. Now he turned around, to his team, and he furrowed his brows. He looked upon their glistening faces. “We Shall Finish This.” Now all of Shiratorizawa sang aloud. Perfect. A traditional song. A traditional strength of his. He will beat all of Karasuno, if he has to, to the ground.

Wakatoshi watched as Shoyo reflected his spike, and made what should’ve been his point, theirs. He never wanted anything more than to crush Shoyo as he did to Kei. He clenched his fists and turned away.

Goshiki talked. Gushed about the Shrimp. “Can you believe it, Wakatoshi? It’s like his speed can power through your strength!” The Ace said nothing in response.

Stupid Shoyo....he shouldn’t have done that at all.

Goshiki was trying to prove himself, to help Wakatoshi’s previous loss- Wakatoshi felt like he was trying to watch paint dry.

In retaliation, Wakatoshi hit hard against the New Crow despite the Samurai Crow’s time block that he copied from the Blond Crow. But now he felt his arm throb. Store. He would need to wait until he can use all of his strength to beat them. To finish this. But first, Wakatoshi needed to calm himself down.

He needed a replacement.

Wakatoshi turned to the smaller, youngest member. He put his hand on his shoulder, and made strong eye contact. “Goshiki. Do not panic, you have much talent. Let us finish this.”

Wakatoshi moved out of the way, and he caught his breath. Goshiki made a great point. As he planned. As he should. So he can finish beautifully. It was often like the paintings his Uncle Hideaki would make, little colors mixing in, adding up to the pine forests next to the Ushijima Acres. What Goshiki did was pure art. With a serve to get them back in the lead. With Goshiki’s now flared ego, Wakatoshi knew he could lead this. He had successfully stored up enough energy, and calmed himself down-

A tie.

He noticed Coach staring at him. As Captain, as Ace, as a Volleyball Player. He needed to win for him as well. He lowered his stance. Kenjiro made the set to, The Traditional Wakatoshi, The Traditional Strength, The God, spiked hard to the Libero Crow. The ball flew past.

One More Point. Wakatoshi heard. One More Point. Because they are stronger.

But who came running back? Just as they were winning, for one more point. The Blond Crow had flown back to the game.

The Last Set. 15 Shiratorizawa. 14 Karasuno.

Wakatoshi wanted to crush his dreams, and now his other fingers. Yunohama came in, but Satori read failed on a part of the play against Tobio. Wakatoshi wanted to say something to the Blond Crow. But he realized he did not despise him like Shoyo. Only found him as an obstacle to crush.

Wakatoshi reminded Kenjiro. “Use me mercilessly.” He had enough stamina. He needed to be ready to beat the dreams of these foolish crows. As Reon made the ball go up, Wakatoshi struck Kenjiro’s fake set, right at Kei. He stared him down during their fall. He felt himself puff out his chest. He talked with his glowing eyes, as if saying, I can beat you.

Wakatoshi needed to serve again, but at the stupid Libero. He felt his thighs shake as he readied himself. He leaped up high, and hit the net to fool them.

But it didn’t work.

Satori couldn’t block the return attack. And now Karasuno was in the lead. Despite how hard Wakatoshi used his strength to get through the Blond Crow. During Coach’s timeout, Wakatoshi squeezed the pouches the twins had packed for him. Every game. Every practice. The twins packed him a little juice pouch.

He relaxed. His legs really needed to sit. A lot. Despite how tired he was from that run, he caught his breath. Kenjiro asked if he can still be used. He saw his teammate’s red, exhausted faces. This game was worrying them. Karasuno was in the lead.

Wakatoshi agreed with a warm smile. Because now he can win, with real, strong teamwork. Everyone depended on him. “Use me.”

On the court, the Libero saved it from the Samurai crow’s attack. Meaning he can serve, and he- It didn’t count. He tried to push it far. But his shoulder ached. Stupid Shoyo. Too late. He was too quick. Wakatoshi felt his muscles ache, like quiet screams.

This time, he spiked inside. Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi was breathing heavily. But, he looked up, and grunted out of happiness. Stupid Shoyo!! He thought to himself.

Reon served. But, Shoyo made the next point.

Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi smiled though, when Shoyo tried to quick attack, and Satori blocked it. But he didn’t grimace out of disappointment. He only kept thinking.

Stupid Shoyo.

Wakatoshi watched the ball on the next attack. He watched Hinata not jump. His legs froze. Stupid Shoyo. He congratulated Goshiki on the new point, with a nod as he went to the net.

He watched the ball slowly fall as a new play began. Another point-

The Libero. Wakatoshi felt the ball slip through his block. He hated the feeling as he grimaced at the passing and quick sting to his pinky. Wakatoshi stood and watched the Blond Crow figure out their attacks, he couldn’t help but now feel the same sense of annoyance as with Shoyo. He needed to truly show them who was going to win.

The Last Set. Hinata served. They do a minus tempo back attack. Shoyo spiked at Taichi. When he failed, Wakatoshi picked it up and yelled at his server. It’s time. Merciless Attack.

He wanted to hit. He wanted to hit Stupid Shoyo’s face so hard. Kenjiro noted Wakatoshi’s burning fury. Goshiki whimpered under his breath as he ran. But Wakatoshi flew up, and he spiked it to three blockers. But he spiked it right at their setter.

No point. The ball went up.

His nose flared, and he grunted underneath his breath.

Those crows.

Those.

Those damn crows.

THOSE BASTARD CROWS DARED DEFY HIM. HE HAD NEVER FELT SUCH HEAT IN HIS BODY; AS IF LAVA HAD BEEN SPURTING OUT OF HIM IN RAGE. SUCH ANGER INSIDE HIM AS HE SAW THE KARASUNO CROWS WEAKLY FIGHT; SUCH ANGER INSIDE HIM AS HE SAW THE KARASUNO WEAKLY TRY AND CONTINUE TO FIGHT AGAINST HIS STRENGTH. HE WAS PINNING THEM DOWN.

THE BALD CROW PICKED IT UP. CHANCE BALL.

WAKATOSHI COULDN’T STOP. HE NEEDED TO FIGHT.

STUPID SHOYO NEEDED TO LOSE!

This time, Shoyo flew up in the all out quick attack. Wakatoshi saw the ball. Where it went. Down. On his side. He felt his throat being choked, by someone.

Beneath him.

Wakatoshi saw it. He shook Shoyo’s hand and walked away. His face was grim. He saw Coach;s face staring at Shoyo. He noted how Satori was painted, with a tear falling down his face. How Goshiki sobbed. Reon staring at his hand. The Libero panting, his face a bright red.

Wakatoshi heard it. A flat thanks. No one spoke. Except the single mutter, “I thought we couldn’t lose.”

Wakatoshi smelled the salt, he saw the youngest shake and cry, hugging his broad body. A single, disappointed turn from the Coach. A flat, “hit 100 serves when we get back.”

“Wakatoshi, didn’t you get mad?” Satori asked.

Wakatoshi felt his body relax. His inner thigh was being stretched out. He paused. “I wanted to say I am stronger than them. Isn’t that childish? I wanted to say it.”

“Childish reasons are what drives us. What a great game.” A pause. “I’m quitting volleyball. I’m going to watch you on TV and brag about how we were best friends.” Satori giggled. “It’ll be fun to be interviewed about you when you get big and famous!”

21 Karasuno. 19 Shiratorizawa.

He turned away to the bright smiles of the first year duo. The Great Eagles had lost their feathers.

Wakatoshi woke up with a gasp as he held his throat. He panted, beads of sweat dripping down his bare chest. He groaned quietly, and he held his head.

It was a dream. A Dream.

Stupid Shoyo...he had invaded his dreams. And Wakatoshi looked at his left hand. He held the trophy.

He had held the trophy. Not the Karasuno Crows. He did. He touched it. And no one else could ever take that feeling away from him.

Wakatoshi turned on the bath again in his personal restroom, and got in. He sat in complete silence, and he filled the bucket with water. He dumped it upon himself. It was cold. He let his body shiver. He let himself sink as he weakly washed himself.

He heard his dad snore a few rooms down. But the worst thing that Wakatoshi did that night was cry.

☆彡

Wakatoshi knocked on the door to Coach Washijo’s room. “Wakatoshi-kun, come in.”

The boy walked inside, and blinked softly. He wore his school uniform, freshly ironed. “Coach Washijo. May I sit down?”

“Of course.” Wakatoshi pulled out the chair, and sat, he looked at his feet. Coach Washijo sighed, and he looked to the windows. “You know it, hm?”

Wakatoshi nodded. “We do not deserve this trophy.”

“I am already surprised you finished your punishment. I am extremely disappointed by the fact you brought the Chibi-Chan on our school grounds before. And for the game itself, Captain.”

Wakatoshi moved the chairs aside and he got on his knees, bowing his head. “I do not deserve the title as Captain.”

“Neither does anyone else on the team, son. But, I was the one who called you in here,” Coach Washijo went to him, and tapped his back. Wakatoshi slowly got up, and looked down. “I am proud. Don’t tell the others this, Wakatoshi-kun. That was a close game. I need you to practice with everyone. Get everyone ready for the Nationals. You deserve it.”

Wakatoshi bowed. “Thank you, Coach.”

As he left, his mind became fogged. How, how could he have even let himself be seen like that? Coach knew. Coach and he are the only ones, only ones who know the Karasunos were so, so so close to becoming the winners.

So.

Close.

Wakatoshi turned to the restroom quickly, and he began to breathe heavily. He loosened his tie as he stared into the sink. That close. Two points away from his dreams, his father, everything he had known into the sink, washed away because of Shoyo.

“STUPID SHOYO!”

With the force of thunder, he punched the mirror. He panted, and looked at his reflection. The mirror didn’t shatter. The boy sighed as he turned on the sink, and washed his face. He rinsed it, as the water turned hot. Hot. Hot. Hot-

He held onto the sink, gasping for air. He remembered it. He remembered his mother scrubbing him fiercely with a wood scrubber. “Wakatoshi you need to start scrubbing!” She picked at his hair. “You need to start getting off those dead skin cells!” She ripped off anything that came off him. “Or else no one will like you! You wanna end up like your Dad? I married him out of pity! He was supposed to give me money!”

Wakatoshi held onto the sink, panting again as he washed his face. No. No he did not want to be like his father. Injured. No, that's why he ate well. He treated his body well. Run no less than five laps around the acres. Avoid the tree stump to the right. He could never, ever end up like his dad.

He threw his head up and panted as he stared at himself. His skin was pink. He felt nothing on his skin. He only sighed. He grabbed the paper towels and wiped his face. He started to cry.

He was so close to ending up like his Dad. Like Tooru. No. He is strong. He got to Nationals.

He’s living his true, and only dream.

Then why is The Miracle Boy panicking?

☆彡

The lunch room was bustled, filled with happy and chattering students from the game that happened a week ago. The chefs served sushi today. Yuri was away in the auditorium for practice.

Wakatoshi ate with his team. Satori smiled. “Wow! Did Yuri give you good luck concerts for their concert, Wakatoshi-kun?”

“No.” he responded, eating a salmon roll after.

Eita sighed, “Well, I hear they’re playing with that new transfer, Choboyo-kun.”

Wakatoshi looked up, and scowled. “Oh.”

“Ooh, Eita-kun you’re going to get Wakatoshi-kun so angry!!” Satori laughed.

Wakatoshi continued to eat, and he frowned as he looked down. It was one of his worst flaws. Jealousy. Shoyo. Tooru. Despite how they collapsed, how they looked up in anger, he knew they still probably had nice days. Tooru probably was nice with his nephew. Shoyo had hugged his best friends. Wakatoshi had his teammates and the twins. Yuri and he had been dating for a year, four months, and 27 days. The thought of Yuri being with another boy, of course it was rational he would get upset.

Besides, Yuri never told him of anything remotely close to the concert for that night. He continued to eat. He would tell them later.

☆彡

Wakatoshi slammed the ball against the ball in a beat. One two, one two three. He remembered the beat from a lullaby his Uncle Ushijima Hideaki sang to him. He threw the ball up, and ran, staring at the ball. He wanted nothing more, like Left Handing Hideaki, than to show his strength. He hit the other side of the net.

Satori, Goshiki, and Kenjiro were across Wakatoshi. Taichi and Eita were with Wakatoshi. He watched as Satori took the first hit, giving Kenjiro time to serve to Goshiki. Wakatoshi moved with Taichi to go for a block. Wakatoshi jumped early, but blocked Goshiki’s spike.

“One touch!” Taichi yelled. He jumped down, as Wakatoshi quickly caught the ball and moved it up. Eita made a pretty decent set. Wakatoshi did not want to upset him by saying it was much too far from the net, but he jumped.

Satori jumped perfectly. A great timing block.

Wakatoshi froze. He saw Satori’s crazy blood red eyes flash into the Blond Crow. Wakatoshi smacked down the ball.

“FUCK!”

The game stopped, and everyone went to Satori’s hand. He winced quietly, and he flexed his middle finger. His comrades gasped out of grotesque. “Wakatoshi-kun! Shit-, you do scare me!”

“Sorry.” Wakatoshi panted. He was sweaty. He was sticky and sweaty. He wanted to shower.

“Is everything—?” Coach Saito started.

“Let’s put Hayato in while we practice.” Wakatoshi grabbed the ball, walking over. “We need to make sure we win the next game.”

“Captain, we did win.” Goshiki gently took Satori close, wrapping his fingers with a tape.

Wakatoshi scowled. He didn’t want to admit to his comrades they barely won. Stupid Shoyo almost took away their name of the Great Eagles. But he turned away. “One more game, then Eita and I shall take Satori to Nurse Yui.”

Everyone gave a hesitant agreement. Wakatoshi sighed, he banged the ball against the wooden ground. He looked across the net.

Six players in black and orange uniforms. Goshiki’s hair had faded to the Captain Crow. The foolish Lightning Libero Crow. Kenjiro looked so much like Tobio.

Wakatoshi twitched. He threw the ball up. Not again. Not again. He leaped into the air, and he felt- no he saw Goshiki move. Shoyo. He spiked hard, past Hayato, past Goshiki’s defense, so hard the ball had flown to the ceiling, and had gotten stuck in a beam.

Wakatoshi panted, his muscles spasming, and he looked at Goshiki with anger. He showed him. He showed him he is the strongest. He showed him no matter how hard he would train like Tooru he would not—

Satori gripped his arm. Wakatoshi stopped breathing. His best friend frowned. “Wakatoshi. You won.”

☆彡

Yuri smiled and they held Wakatoshi’s hand. They had been wandering the neighborhood for awhile, and now Yuri was just beginning to look at the music stores and babbling about their new deep desire for something about a gem. They said it would make the music sound crystal clear.

“Is it not clear already?” The boy asked.

“Silly! No!! It needs to be perfect for the concert!”

The concert. Wakatoshi followed them around, and after the eighth story about how they loved little stuffed animals, he asked, “Who is Choboyo?”

“And- huh? Oh! Choboyo-Senpai! He’s in university, so he offered to play with me! He’s a little bit much though...”

Wakatoshi went closer as Yuri continued in telling their story. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuri looked over and sighed. “Because look at you! Wakatoshi-Chan, you’re slouching. Don’t worry, he’s only in the background of my performance for tomorrow. Now come on! Chin up~! I need to pick out a good outfit for tomorrow! I wanted you to help!”

Wakatoshi was too tired to disagree, despite him having promised his mother to babysit the twins. That morning. He knew Grandmother Nijiko would tell Ms. Ushijima, and he knew he would be subjected to the marsh cleaning, but, seeing Yuri’s smile as they picked out a strawberry shirt for their suit, was enough for him to think;

“Who cares?”

Wakatoshi was benched. Coach Saito had explained to Wakatoshi that he had to maintain his speed before he could be put back on the court. Which was perfect. During lunch, privately, he practiced. It was better for him then.

No more Karasuno Crows.

But tonight, the concert hall had changed. However, Wakatoshi's face was non wipeable of his scowl. He wore a hand me down of Mr. Utsui’s suit. It smelled horrible. It was stiff.

“Ah~, Yuri-kun!” Choboyo was indeed a young man, with a stubble, messy and sleek white hair, his eyes a never-ending black.

Wakatoshi scowled as he watched Yuri hug him. Yuri wore a lovely green suit, their hair pulled back.

They were so beautiful.

“Choboyo! This is my boyfriend, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He’s a volleyball player- He’s going to the National Championship!”

The young men stared at each other. Wakatoshi nodded. “Good luck.”

“We say break a leg, actually.” He only despised him even more, now. “Come on, Yuri,” Wakatoshi eyed his hand. His right hand lingered on Yuri’s waist, on their shoulders, and on their hands.

Wakatoshi sighed to himself.

Yuri turned. “Is something wrong?” Choboyo also looked, raising a white eyebrow of his. Wakatoshi gripped his fists and he scowled at Choboyo.

“You like Yuri-Chan. My partner.”

“Wakatoshi—!”

“I won’t lie.” Choboyo took his hands off Yuri, “They’re very attractive.”

Wakatoshi widened his eyes. He didn’t expect the man to just admit it. It was almost like he was trying to be a pervert.

“E-excuse us,” Yuri put a hand to Choboyo’s chest. “I-I’ll be right there.” Yuri sighed as Choboyo smirked to himself, kissed their hand, and walked away.

Wakatoshi stepped closer. “Do you not see this? He’s a pervert.”

“It’s one performance,” Yuri said, rubbing their arm. “Don’t you realize this is why I’ve been asking you to be with me? W-why I’ve been playing more around you, and not practicing here? I know.”

He blinked. He wanted to say something. Anything. He gulped. He blinked. “Yuri-Chan. I do not think you should play with him.”

Yuri looked up with teary eyes. “If you’re not going to be here to support me right now, I-I want you to leave. I can’t do this right now, ‘Toshi. I want to take a break.”

He gulped. “Yuri, perhaps you should think straight. D-don’t—.”

“I’ll see you around.” They turned around, and just like that, Wakatoshi again, was alone.

☆彡

Wakatoshi locked the door behind him. He sat on his bed. It creaked. Across the hall, he heard the twins.

The twins.

He got up as fast as he could, and he went to their room. Everything in the room was painted pink, and had little birds that twittered happily with the characters of bird songs next to their beaks. The room was split into Mayumi’s play space, and then Kazane’s.

Wakatoshi squatted down.

The twins were on the floor, Mayumi’s foot was in her mouth. Kazane was trying to climb back in her crib. Her left hand was on the crib. Wakatoshi picked up Kazane, and started to hum.

Before he had heard his mother and father fight, he actually wanted to sing. He remembered seeing his father’s sisters all perform and sing. It made him stare in awe. The twirling of their batons, of their voices, their silks. Wakatoshi adored it. He once thought of himself there, dancing.

It was Grandfather Ushijima Touma who frowned at catching him. “Nijiko.” he had stated firmly. “He is pretending to be a daughter.” Wakatoshi had never felt such pain as he did that evening.

But being an artist was worse. That was when they discovered he had a tendency to write with his left hand. Just like the exiled Uncle Hideaki. He was supposedly in Germany.

“You had let him draw?!” cried Ms. Ushijima. Her parents stood next to her. She gripped his hand. “Does this look right to you? Huh, Takashi?!”

It was only his father. Little, nothing for brains, Mr. Utsui, who stood in front of his son. “He’s just a boy! He’ll use it for-for something great! You just wait!”

Wakatoshi picked up Mayumi as well, and began to hum. He began to quietly sing the lullaby. An old song. It was about change. About the discovery of an island. About how the tide changed with each roll onto the warm sand. Yes, everything to the nude eye was the same, but change happened. With tradition, came slow, but sure, change.

He lifted his baby sisters above him. He teared up. “This forbidden, new world, on a summer day we meet.” Mayumi was the only one awake now. He hummed as he knelt beside her. “On a summer day, we will meet again, Imoto-san.”

“Wakatoshi?” The boy turned, with teary eyes as Mayumi drifted into sleep. Mr. Utsui stood there, his mouth slack open. He closed it. “I didn’t know you sang.”

“Me either.” Wakatoshi stood up.

Mr. Utsui looked away, “Ah- well, Wakatoshi, why don’t we go outside?” He nodded and stood, awkwardly following him outside.

The sun was setting to the west of the Ushijima Acres. Wakatoshi sat on an old swing. Mr. Utsui sat next to him. Wakatoshi made sure not to look at his father; for he smelled horribly.

“Son, I- well, I have some news about you and your sisters.” Wakatoshi looked at him. Mr. Utsui had gained many splotches of white on his face, and wrinkles.

“Yes?”

“I got a job out of Miyagi Prefecture. I’m taking the twins with me. You will continue to live with your mother.”

Wakatoshi paused. He looked out at the sunset. “No.”

Mr. Utsui wheezed out of his age, “I beg your pardon?”

“You have not been here for the divorce. You were not there for Oka-san when she gave birth. You were not there to take care of the girls. You were not even here for me.” Wakatoshi looked at the sun, and it disappeared.

“You do not deserve the twins.”

The boy got up, before he stopped. His shirt was caught on something. He tugged. To no avail. He tugged and he- Wakatoshi had stumbled, back, he was trying to regain himself.

But everything flashed.

Yuri.

Kazane.

Mayumi.

Mr. Utsui.

Ms. Ushijima.

Grandmother Nijiko

Grandfather Touma.

Kei.

Shoyo.

Himself.

Wakatoshi had fallen into the marsh, and he had passed out into the water.

☆彡

Wakatoshi awoke, to Kazane biting his finger. He gasped, and he groaned. He began to gently flex his body, and groan again. “O-oka-san-?”

“Hold still.” Ms. Ushijima scrubbed his body. “You nearly drowned in the lake. Ugh, look at the water! Oka-san!” she cried. She wore a bra- she never wore such things. Sweatpants?

Were Satori’s theories true? Did alternate universes exist?

“Oka-san- agh- I-I cannot-,”

Ms. Ushijima smacked his face. Satori was wrong, alternate universes did not exist. “Still, I said! You banged up your knee pretty badly.”

Wakatoshi sat up, practically leapt up, but he moaned loudly in pain. “N-No, no. No- O-oka-san- please- I can’t-!”

“Shut up, you’ll heal if you sit still!”

Wakatoshi looked up, and started to cry. “I-I won’t win. Oka-san,” he hugged her, he cried in her neck. “I-I won't a-able to play! I’ll fail at nationals! Tell me!!” He held her tightly as he looked at her.

Ms. Ushijima stared down at her son.

Wakatoshi had clear snot on his upper lip. His tears were salty, and stained his cheeks as they dripped down into the tub. He was only in his bare underwear. The water was marshy. He had a rose colored bruise blossom on his knee.

Ms. Ushijima took his chin. “Listen to me, Wakatoshi. If you sit absolutely still, I’ll see what I can do. Just,” she heard the baby whimper.

“O-oni. . .” one of the twins started to cry.

Wakatoshi sniffled, and he looked at Kazane. Ms. Ushijima gave the baby to him. “Kazane-kun, go comfort your Oni-tan.”

“Oni~!” Kazane wrapped her chubby arms around him, then Mayumi as Ms. Ushijima placed her on him. Mayumi, adorably, finished her sister’s sentence, “tan!”

Wakatoshi smiled, and he softly cried, as Ms. Ushijima lifted up his right leg. “It’s alright, Wakatoshi-tan, I’m here.” She held it with care, and repeated, quietly as she wet some rags, “I’m here.”

☆彡

It was the night of the concert. Wakatoshi wore his school outfit, despite it being the weekend. He told his parents it’s on school grounds. They did not argue.

Goshiki found out about his injury. He had gotten the word out. Wakatoshi had been numb the entire night. He went to bed the night before, sleeping with his sisters in their room. He had awoken to their stuffed animals on his face.

Mr. Utsui chuckled about how their first word was for their elder brother. Grandmother Nijiko spoke nothing as she ate breakfast with him.

Satori sat next to Wakatoshi, wearing a hoodie, and he smiled. “Yuri-kun looks awfully pretty today, huh Wakatoshi-kun~?”

Wakatoshi said nothing. He only looked down. Strangely, he did not want to get up this morning. He did not want to do anything. He felt as if he should retire from life.

The Miracle Boy was supposed to be strong.

Never to get hurt.

And yet, here he was. Pathetically existing next to his family. He did not even mention to them that Yuri did not love him anymore. He did not tell anyone, either, of his sisters moving away from him.

They sat on his lap though, pacifiers in their mouths.

“Wakatoshi-kun, your sisters are so so so cute!” Satori laughed as he picked up Mayumi. She began to whine, aher pigtails bouncing as her blue eyes stared at Satori in fury. She fussed before Wakatoshi gently put her on his lap.

“She does not like to be held from under the arms. Only by her stomach, Despite her being ticklish there, she loves it.”

Satori smiled softly. “You love them a lot. Were they there for you when-?”

Wakatoshi nodded. “Yes. They were born right after. Oka-san was tired. They kept me company.” He paused. “I do not know what to do without them.”

Satori sighed softly, “I understand.”

The lights dimmed. A hush over the audience. The auditorium was huge and packed.

Yuri, and Choboyo came out. Yuri was so uncomfortable. Their eyes looked down at the ground. Choboyo grabbed the microphone. “Thank you, everyone, for our performance tonight! I gotta say- Yuri has something great planned out!”

The two turned to the middle of the stage. Yuri nodded. They held a different violin. It was not theirs.

Choboyo went to his grand piano proudly, and he looked at Yuri’s body, then at their eyes. They both looked at each other, finally, nodded and looked away. After a few seconds, Choboyo started off.

Wakatoshi hated it. He pounded a key, then followed it as if he was trying to sing a love song for Yuri.

Despite the famous classical song, it was still the one Yuri had played what seemed like eons ago. The Swan.

Here it went by the Carnival of Animals.

But Wakatoshi knew what Yuri was trying to replicate. But their music, their bow, the sound made Wakatoshi cringe.

It was not the joy, peaceful, calm song Yuri played in the land. Here, mixed in with Choboyo’s romantic noise; was their song of sorrow. They focused, as if on the music, and not on their own play.

Wakatoshi looked down. Two birds. One defeated. Another attack for more.

The song ended.

Wakatoshi clapped, his hands smacking like thunder, and Yuri looked at him, just for a moment. They went backstage, and the next duo came out. The song was the infamous Clair De Lune.

“Wakatoshi?”

He looked at his dad beside him. Mr. Utsui showered the night before due to falling in the marsh to save Wakatoshi. He had done his hair. He had also shaved.

“Your mother and I talked, we decided that I’ll live here. After my first paycheck I’ll get a good car, so I can drive in and out of the Prefecture. And, son?” Mr. Utsui moved in closer.

Wakatoshi suddenly teared up. When he was little, he remembered exactly how his father smelled when he protected him from the traditional rules that had ached his once frail bones.

Like hot sand.

Mr. Utsui, in that moment, murmured into Wakatoshi’s ear, as the song had ended, “I am so proud you got into Nationals. Keep working hard. Keep getting stronger for us.”

As Wakatoshi’s hot tears fell, he whispered, looking at his father, “T-Thank you, Oto-san.”

☆彡

Wakatoshi had bounced the ball. He stood firmly on his right leg. He breathed in deeply. He eyed his friend across from him, and Mr. Utsui who held the twins. Mayumi was on the sand, babbling and trying to eat it.

“Imoto-san, do not try to eat the sand, okay?” Wakatoshi looked across to his sister.

“Oni~!” Kazane cried with a laugh.

Wakatoshi chuckled, and he gently bounced the ball. The sand underneath his sneakers. His deep and panting breath. He looked at his friend with a soft smile.

Satori panted himself, his red hair sticking to his forehead. He only smiled widely with happiness.

Wakatoshi breathed deeply, and calmed himself.

Satori and he, underneath the midnight moon.

Wakatoshi served. Satori dived under and threw the ball up, before spiking. Wakatoshi, with great speed, blocked and Satori read him. Satori gathered himself again to throw the ball, set, then spike. Now Wakatoshi served it to himself, and he quickly set it. He now went to the left, and spiked hard right. Satori tried to follow for a moment, before he watched the ball slam beside him. Satori, however, blocked enough to make a dump. Wakatoshi nodded.

A great defense.

Satori smiled with a small breath of relief, “Wakatoshi-kun, I love playing with you, but you scare me.”

The young man smiled as he went underneath the net to get it. “I try my best to be a Strong Monster as well.”

“How scary!” Satori gasped, and Wakatoshi took the ball. He spun the ball as Mr. Utsui cheered happily.

“Go Wakatoshi-kun!”

“Are you okay? I know your dad is back.” Satori said quietly.

Wakatoshi turned around. “It’s okay. I-I’m not happy he is back.”

Satori widened his eyes. “Oh?”

Wakatoshi sat beside him against the barn. The Ushijima space was so peaceful now. Not in a flash as he usually saw it. Wakatoshi took a deep breath again. “He came to announce he lost his job. He told me he was happy and I was happy. Not that he was proud.” Wakatoshi began to practice throwing the ball up and setting, as if it was instinct. “I was thinking. I am not happy. We nearly lost, Satori.”

His friend looked up at the stars. “I wanted to quit after that game.”

Wakatoshi stopped. He looked at his friend. “But you have so much—,”

“Those memories won’t stop flowing. Once we win nationals, Wakatoshi-kun, that’s when I’ll stop. Seeing your smile hold that big, big trophy, that’s when I’ll quit. Because then you won’t need me, and I won’t need you anymore.” Satori smiled. “I love you.”

Wakatoshi opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it. He closed his eyes, before he looked at Satori. “I love you too, Satori. Thank you for being by my side.”

They both, slowly, turned to gaze at the stars.

“So, you’ll recommend me for a movie interview, right Wakatoshi-kun?”

“Perhaps.”

☆彡

Snow drifted down. It fell against Yuri’s umbrella.

“Wait!”

Yuri stopped walking, and took out their earbuds as they turned around. They widened their eyes. “Wakatoshi-ch-? What are you- Why are you running?” Yuri started.

Wakatoshi winced, and he sighed. He hid a huge dandelion bouquet behind his back, with a small box.

“Yuri-Chan.” the young man panted, “I-I am not the strongest. I lost a lot of things in the past few days. I gained some of them back.” He showed the bouquet, and the box.

“I should have focused on you, my flower. On your music. I went to your concert. You did not practice, did you? It is alright. I do not want to jump back to our relationship if you are not ready. I believe we should go back to the beginning, Yuri-Chan. If you like, we can go back to my farm, and I can listen to you play, and play, and play until we fall asleep.”

Wakatoshi, after a moment, opened the box. There was Yuri’s dream sapphire blue rosin. One swipe, said the ad on it, and the bow is brand new.

“I will always love you. But I was not okay. Now, if you take me back, I will be. Then I will never break that promise.”

Yuri looked at his big tearful eyes. “I love you, stupid!” Yuri cried and they jumped on him, tackling him. The couple held each other, with laughter and deep chuckles as they cuddled close in the soft winter wind. In an act of warmth, Yuri hugged. In an act of love, Wakatoshi kissed.

The couple was late for their classes that morning.

☆彡

Wakatoshi rinsed his face in the sink, lightly with cold water. Goshiki stood beside him by making faces. Reon patted the youngster’s back, and laughed. Eita instructed, but also listened to Kenjiro. Satori sang to himself.

The clinking of the lights above the young man began to go into a rhythm. His eyes tilted up, and he blinked. Once. Twice. And again.

He, and his teammates, were in a full purple volleyball outfit. The Number One on his shirt was bold white. His muscles flexed gently when he looked at his short olive hair. His eyes glimmered seeing where he was. How he was there.

The young man smiled to himself.

“Great Eagles.” The young man who played volleyball said, “Let’s finish this.”

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My Shining Star

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Up until some recent events, I used to be an aspiring shiny hunter. Technically I was pretty good at it, too, at least by encounter standards. But even though I was great at finding my fair share of shiny Pokémon , I’ve never been able to keep any of them.

The first one of these shiny Pokémon I found was by a random encounter. I’d gotten lost in Rock Tunnel after forgetting to bring Flash, and spent so long in there that I ran out of Repels. Just as I was giving up hope that I’d be able to escape on my first run, she appeared.

I knew about shiny Pokémon, but hadn't ever thought I'd encounter one of my own in the wild. I was unprepared, and after a moment of staring in surreal wonder, I concentrated on figuring out how to catch her with my limited supplies. Thankfully it wasn't very hard, and soon I had my first legit shiny.

I normally wasn't creative with naming my Pokémon, but I wanted her to have a special name. I asked my mom for help, and she suggested "Star." I liked it, but the name itself seemed short and boring, so I added a couple stars to the ends to give her name a little flair.

I was beyond excited to put my first shiny into my team, and plowed through the rest of the cave. She was the light at the end of the tunnel, and I had to get out to the nearest PC, because I knew a shiny baby Cubone was waiting for me to adopt her.

I quickly fell in love with the little green dinosaur, and soon she was the shining star of my team. I used her more than my starter, and neglected the rest of my party a bit in the process, but still made it through the game alright. Setbacks didn't matter when I had a shiny.

Lots of time and multiple trips through the Elite Four later, I proudly turned ★Star★ into a level 100 Marowak. She was the first Pokémon I ever raised to level 100, and I couldn't have been prouder of her.

It had been a couple years, and I was starting to feel unsatisfied with just ★Star★. I was itching for more, and felt like I probably should have found some other random encounters by now, with all the time I'd spent playing.

Feeling inspired by all the shiny hunter videos I'd been binging on YouTube, I decided to start taking up shiny hunting. I was feeling ambitious, and decided to go straight to hunting for a shiny legendary Pokémon. I was a weird player who didn't really bother going after the birds or Mewtwo in my HeartGold, since I planned on transferring up my legends from my LeafGreen. I decided to rework ★Star★'s moveset for capturing legendary Pokémon.

The moveset I settled on was Bonemerang, False Swipe, Stone Edge, and Swords Dance. I decided to keep her moveset mostly offensive because she was still a member of my team, and not just a shiny-catcher. I planned on replacing False Swipe with Aerial Ace at some point, but I never got the chance to.

I decided to pick Mewtwo as my target. Lots of people find green shiny Pokémon overbearing and unattractive, but ★Star★ made me fond of them. Plush, Mewtwo was awesome, and I thought the two of them would look great together.

I spoke to ★Star★ aloud, saying, "Are you ready to do some shiny hunting, ★Star★?"

"★Star★ let out a roar!"

I thought she was just as enthusiastic as me.

I made it to Mewtwo, saved my game, and started the tedious process of soft resetting.

I’ll spare the details of how long it took, but eventually I came across the sparkling green Mewtwo.

I led with my team's Ampharos to paralyze it, and switched to ★Star★.

I remember being very lucky with this fight at first, with Mewtwo being fully paralyzed every turn.

I used Swords Dance to fully buff ★Star★'s attack stat so False Swipe would do as much damage as possible.

But even though I swore that I had chosen to use False Swipe, ★Star★ proceeded to use Bonemerang.

Shocked, confused and distressed, I watched as ★Star★ mercilessly beat the shiny Mewtwo down, knocking it out in one hit with her increased stats.

I felt crushed and dejected as I went back to the overworld. I blamed myself, thinking I had misclicked the wrong move and killed the Mewtwo myself. In my wave of disbelief, I absentmindedly talked to ★Star★.

"★Star★ is green with envy!"

I decided to go back to square one and start over.

A dozen thousand resets later, I saw it sparkle again and I was shaking with anticipation. Part of me felt twitchy and paranoid, like I should have used my Master Ball right away.

I decided against it because I wanted to hunt the birds later, but decided that if the Mewtwo seemed like it would run low on moves, then I'd use it as a last resort.

I probably should have listened to my guts though, because the same thing happened all over again. I knew for certain this time that I had chosen False Swipe, but the game purposefully made ★Star★ use Bonemerang. I saw it completely clear.

After seeing the Mewtwo go down a second time, I just cursed and slammed my desk a bit. I glared accusingly at my Marowak.

I decided to put my shiny hunting on hold. I used an Escape Rope to leave, and decided to place ★Star★ in the PC, quarantining her in an empty box for a time-out.

As I dejectedly hunted for a third time, I thought to myself what was wrong with my game. I wondered if it was just glitchy, or if I was misinterpreting the situation. I decided to convince myself that it was a mistake on the game's part; otherwise I wouldn't have been able to handle killing the Mewtwo twice in a row.

Finally, it sparkled one last time. I decided not to screw around while reclaiming this shiny. I had hunted it twice before, and decided to just use the Master Ball on it.

I had earned this.

After the initial rush of finally obtaining the shiny, I decided not to nickname it until I thought of something good, and watched as it got sent to the PC. I excitedly saved my game, and made my way out of the cave and to the nearest Pokémon Center.

But when I got there, the Mewtwo wasn't anywhere to be seen.

I shouted curses in confusion as I scrolled through every box in a state of denial. Where did it go, what could I have possibly done? I thought of all the ways I couldn't possibly messed up, did I have an evil hacked Pokémon from the GTS that deleted it, was this actually a bootleg game and Nintendo's anti-piracy revenge was to delete my legendary?

After a few minutes of searching, I gave up. My Mewtwo was gone.

I scrolled back to ★Star★'s isolated box and looked at my only green shiny in mourning. Obviously it wasn't something wrong with just her, but the game itself. In a game as glitchy as this, I was seriously worried that I might lose her, too.

After looking at her for a bit, it seemed like she might've been looking at me? I wasn't sure if she was supposed to do that, but in a game that was acting up like this, I didn't doubt it.

I took her out of the PC and put her at the front of my party to talk to her, to see if anything else was up.

"★Star★ nodded slowly."

She only did more random friendly things after that. Quite chipper for someone whose life might be threatened, I thought.

I decided to trade her over to Platinum for safe keeping. I wasn't sure what to do about the rest of my Pokémon on HeartGold, but ★Star★ was the most important one to me right now.

As I traded her over, I noticed that her eyes were red now, instead of the green I was just looking at. I was off-put by this inconsistency, especially with the recent events surrounding her. I forced myself to brush it off, however, notice I could do about it.

Even though I had an unfortunate experience with my HeartGold, my thirst for more shinies still persisted. Maybe it was the fact I had lost my shiny three times that I really had to fill the void, now. A couple weeks later, I found out about a method of shiny hunting called chaining, and wanted to try it out. I felt a little more at ease, since if you accidentally killed a shiny with this method, the chain wouldn't break, and you could keep going. Plus, Platinum should've been fine.

I chose Route 208, as it had a good selection of Pokémon for me to choose from. I wasn't picky, so I just started chaining whatever Pokémon I liked until I got a decent chain. I heard that the shiny odds max out at a chain of 40, so after that you can just keep resetting the radar until the grass sparkles.

I landed on Roselia, and sent out my shining star Marowak.

I started with False Swipe, since I wouldn't need to buff up ★Star★ for a LV. 19 Pokémon.

"★Star★ used Swords Dance!"

Oh no.

I panicked as memories of the last incident came flooding back, and how it had started out with her disobeying. Not giving her a chance to kill it, I frantically switched to the items menu to start throwing PokéBalls instead.

(Name omitted for personal reasons.)

I had plenty of them, so I stared throwing Ultra Balls, since they had the highest odds. At least one of these would probably work.

" blocked the Ball!"

"Don't !"

I tried throwing one, but it failed, as if I tried using it on a trainer's Pokémon.

I had no idea what in the world was going on, what could be stopping me from catching a wild Pokémon? Was my Platinum glitched out too? Was I cursed??

I tried using different balls, but nothing would work.

Eventually, I ran out of PokéBalls to throw. I'd failed the shiny.

Frustrated, but not enough to kill the Roselia, I fled the battle.

I had no idea what to do after that, and was exasperated. I wanted to berate myself, and that I should've tried test catching a normal Pokémon in Platinum first to make sure it was going to work okay. But really, how was I supposed to know that was going to happen? And always, conveniently when I was in the middle of hunting a shiny. I thought of berated my parents instead, if they had bought all my Pokémon games for me on eBay.

Was it really my games, thought? I don't even know if you can trade Pokémon from fake games. Was it my DS could it have been hacked? Can you even bootleg a DS? I tried going to the Internet for answers, and read some Reddit and random Pokémon forum posts about glitches and bootlegs for an hour, but gave up without finding a real conclusion.

So, I'd given up hunting for some time. But, I hadn't gotten tired of Pokémon. I bought Black for myself, and played through the story just fine.

I found out you could get a Shiny Charm if you completed the Pokédex. That made me excited, until I remembered my past luck. Was it worth trying again?

Shortly after transferring up all my Pokémon, I decided, yes. It was. I went for the hatching method this time, since the Pokémon ends up right in your party afterwards- no catching, no PC transfer. It would be my final test, and if THIS didn't work, I would officially give up on ever getting nice things.

Foreign Ditto in hand, I went to work. I went for a shiny Flygon, since they were one of the best looking, and it'd be a nice addition to my competitive team.

One long hunt and a really late night later, eyelids barely able to stay open, I saw it.

I'd never seen anything more beautiful.

Skipping the nickname, I rushed to immediately save my game, wasting no time. I checked my party to see my Trapinch was still there, and chalked it up as a success. I was an official shiny hunter now.

Since ★Star★ was level 100, I figured she could battle for my baby Trapinch until she could hold her own in battle. I only wanted to take her up a few levels, so I could personally train her afterwards. Just raising her immediately into a Flygon would be too soon.

I attached an Exp. Share to her, and started running around in the tall grass. After a little bit of grinding, my Trapinch made it up to level 8 before I accidentally stepped into the thick grass and triggered a wild double battle.

Knowing the wild Pokémon were too strong for the underleveled baby Trapinch, I wanted to flee, but I first noticed ★Star★'s sprite as it asked me what to do.

The end of her bone facing the wild Pokémon was no longer symmetrical, being sharpened at the end of it. I'd seen her sprite enough times to know it wasn't supposed to look like this.

I tried to flee, but it failed.

"★Star★ used Swords Dance!"

"The wild Pidove is watching carefully!"

"The wild Patrat is watching carefully!"

"Trapinch is watching carefully!"

★Star★ had started using moves on her own. Stunned, I tried to switch out.

"★Star★ can't be switched out!"

Giving up, I told ★Star★ to use Stone Edge on the Pidove, and told the Trapinch to use Bite on Patrat.

"★Star★ ignored orders!"

"★Star★ used Bonemerang!"

I gasped as she struck my Trapinch instead.

"★Star★ is green with envy!"

As soon as I read that text, it hit me. This wasn't any ordinary friendly fire.

"Trapinch fainted!"

It finally allowed me to run, so I immediately tapped the button and rushed to my party to see the damage.

My Trapinch was gone.

I tried resetting to bring her back, but it was hopeless. My shiny new baby had been murdered.

Connecting all the dots in my head, I realized the reason I'd failed every encounter was because of ★Star★.

My grief and fear quickly turned into outrage. I couldn't believe she'd done this to me. She'd made me suffer hunt after hunt, just to take every shiny away from me.

This was the source of my games acting strange, and I knew there was only one way to correct it.

Feeling rash, I rushed over to the PC and hovered over the "Release" option for a few minutes.

"★Star★ was released."

It hurt to let her go, but I didn't want my game behaving strangely with her around.

"★Star★ came back!"

"★Star★ will never leave you."

But she refused.

Resorting to desperate measures, I did the only other thing I could think of.

I traded the stubborn Marowak over to my nearly empty White version that I never got around to playing, and deleted the save file.

"Deleting all saved data... Don’t turn off the power."

"★Star★ will n"

Sayonara, ★Star★.

After deleting the save file, I thought things would start working like they should. Sometimes, I'd replay other Pokémon games just for the fun of it, hoping I'd find other shiny Pokémon with ★Star★ gone.

Almost comically, I somehow thought it would be a good idea to go full circle and try hunting on HeartGold for a shiny starter. I had heard from other shiny hunters that it was an easy hunt, and it was, only taking a few days.

I affectionately named him "Chico."

My first step into the tall grass, and...

"★Star�� is green with envy!"

I had never been so unhappy to see a shiny.

I guess she's been out in the wild all these months. And looking at her sprite, I can only wonder what she's been up to. I wonder how she feels to see me again?

Oh, no.

“Can’t escape!”

"★Star★ used Bonemerang!"

"Chico fainted!"

Of course, Chico was no match.

The game froze after I blacked out.

I figure it was because ★Star★ killed my only Pokémon.

"The save file is corrupted. The previous save file will be loaded."

My save file, corrupted with the loss of my starter's data, brought me back right to this spot that I was all too familiar with. Through frustrated tears, I begrudgingly went to pick a normal starter so I could play the game normally.

“I dare you to love again.”

And I’ve never found a shiny since.

#Pokepasta #Pokemon Creepypasta #Marowak #My Shining Star

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alexanders-pokemon-adventure · 2 years

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Alexandria‘s @alex-ishvan post about adopting paternal hybrids this time of year has inspired me to share a bit of my journey with my first pokemon. For a bit of backstory my family has always been till very recently on the economically disadvantaged side of things, and by the time I was born my family had basically settle down in the Endless Mountains. An almost “ region” on the western continent south of Unova. 12 years ago there wasn’t a professor within reasonable distance for anyone living in the Endless Mountains to get their starter from ,so if a child was in a place economically where they could go on a journey Their starter Pokémon was generally just something their parents caught for them locally .Purrloin and Sewaddle are the most common in Wildale town were I’m from. My family has always felt that a child first Pokémon is something special and is something that thought should be put into, so if their child favorite Pokémon (within reason) with something that they could potentially get for them as a starter, they caught or purchased it for them.

To reiterate my family until very recently was poor, but as children all of our favorite Pokémon were generally on the pricey side. For example The starter I asked for was A Standard Torchic.

The Endless mountains are roughly 6606 miles from the Hoenn region , where a referable breeder would only charge you around $100 for one as that’s the region standard Torchic’s originate from. The nearest referable Torchic breeder was about two hours away in Unova and sold standard Torchic’s for prices ranging between $980 and $1050 dollars. That price range was very much not “within reason” for my family. My parents did consider getting me a “ livestock“ breed Torchic as they are significantly cheaper but found they can’t legally be used in contacts or gym leagues as The selective breeding used to make them also made them significantly less resilient injury , unable to evolve and a normal type. My parents apparently were going to ask me to select another Pokémon , but the breeder they had contacted in Unova got in contact with them and asked if they were interested in purchasing an accidental breed. The breeder name Jennifer had traded two female Blaziken’s with another breeder in Galar, one of the traded females had while unattended breed with the Jennifers’s Empoleon and while under the stress of haveing been displaced to an unfamiliar environment gave “live birth” to a group of 4 Torchic that all to some degree expressed undesired paternal traits. Jennifer had been calling perspective clients that had ultimately chosen not to because of a price range to see if they were interested in purchasing one the Torchic’s for a discounted price of $40. My parents jumped on that deal ,pre-paying over the phone and picked up the very last one.

I named her Azure. Owning a paternal highbred is a commitment to always be learning and adapting. From the moment Azure was given to me it has been a learning experience . I had to let go of any preconceived notion‘s I had about this species behavior or needs. It was very obvious from the moment I met her she was structured differently than your average torchic . She had thick dermal fat covering most of her body and incredibly dense layers of contour feathers and down feathers beneath then. Her legs were much thicker than average and even had a web feet. She for all intents and purposes looked like she was made for swimming rather than running. contradictorily her body was too buoyant to dive , which is something she tried to do often. She didn’t eat any plant matter like an standered Torchic would ether , she would only eat meat preferring raw Magikarp meal , or other fish-pokemon products. When she was old enough to start training she was very clearly learning both water and fire type moves. At the time I was working under the impression that Azure was a fire / wate type.

When Azure Evolved into combusken thing radically changed. She maintained her thick dermal fat and dense feathers , she was left Completely unable to use fire or water moves as she was able to do beforehand. Of course I took her to a professor upon discovering this, her internal bio-furnace had shrunken and extinguished itself, her H2O synthesizing structures like her Bio-furnace shrunken as well and seem to have gone dormant. Professor Birch at the time told me because there wasn’t very much research done on paternal hybrids and because of how drastically they can vary from each other he couldn’t tell me a distinct reason as to why such important structures in her body would stop functioning upon evolution. He suggested

“ perhaps because the Bio-furnace and H2O sympathizing structures are both organs that also generate hormones , and because they were both so prominent in Auzur’s body they acting as a invisible stressor on her . Through evolution her body adapted by reducing their prominence and efficiency”

It was worrying and disappointing at first as we functionally had to start at zero again, but with time I realized that through evolution Azure had changed types. They quickly began learning steel and fighting type moves . I figured that perhaps as part of their means of adapting to the hormone instability they change types to no longer rely on a bio-furnace or H2O synthesizing Organs. Another interesting adaptation upon evolving I discovered was they were no longer completely carnivores. She expressed a great interest in eating plant matters like berries and seeds.

Azure Final evolution into Blaziken , once again through a wrench into everything. Upon evolving the first thing she did was let loose A flamethrower that morphed into a bubble beam in excitement . Once again through evolution she had changed her Type back into a fire/water . Of course I was initially worried about her having hormonal irregularities for the rest of her life , but through consultation of a professor Birch again it seems as though a Azure’s Bio-furnace and H2O sympathizing structures through evolution had a reactivated and worked in equilibrium now. Neither Organ with as big or as prominent as they would be in there non-hybridized counterparts but had shrunken and distributed themselves in a way that they were no longer producing hormones in excess or interfering with each others functions. While she never learned any more fighting or steel type moves after evolution she still maintain the ability to perform the ones that she learned as a combusken , while continuing to develop more varieties of water and fire type moves.

The only mystery I’ve never been to able to truly solve was what their ability? Initially I believed it was blaze or torrent as I didn’t notice in battles where we really struggled their fire and water type abilities did seem like they increased in strength , but once Azure evolved into combusken I noticed similar things happening to steel and fighting type moves. I couldn’t find an ability on either of their lines that would do that specifically. I suppose it’s possible that they have some sort of hybridized ability as well but I couldn’t find a name for it.

I hope anyone who reads this see that I can be extremely rewarding experience to raise paternal hybrid Pokémon. That while it is a commitment and can be hard is it worth wild one

#pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon oc #alexander’s pokémon adventure #torchic #combusken #blaziken #pokemon hybrid #pkmn fanart #pkmn #pkmnart #pokemon roleplay #pokeart #pokegraphic #pokemon hybrids #pokemon drawing

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lilrasiesworld · 2 years

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Lil Rasies World!

About Me And DNI Under Cut!

♡❀About Me!❀♡

Name ~ Rasazy

Nicknames ~ Ras, Raz, Razie, Asie, Ajax

Pronouns ~ She/Her, They/Them, He/Him, ro/rose/roses/roses/roseself, star/star/stars/stars/starself, mew/meow/mews/meows/meowself, cat/cats/cats/cats/catself, kitty/kitty/kittys/kittys/kitself, 🌸/🌸s/🌸s/🌸s/🌸self, Ajax/Ajax/Ajax's/Ajax's/Ajaxself

Age/Little Age/Birthday/LGBTQ+ Labels ~ Minor, Probably around 5-8ish, May 25, Pansexual, Neopronouns

Caregiver ~ No one yet, I may let people request to be one in the future though!

I Like ~ My Little Pony, Odd Squad, Wild Kratts, Genshin Impact, Doraemon, Pokémon, Anime, Video Games, Animals, Nature, Stuffies, Bunnies, Cats, Stickers, Keychains, Drawing

Aesthetics ~ Pastel, Flowercore, Agere, Sanriocore, Rosecore, Cloudcore, Kitty Aesthetic

Other Blogs ~ I don't want to associate this blog with any of my other ones it makes me very uncomfortable so I won't link it here, feel free to ask though :3

Other Info ~ I'm currently a closeted age regressor so please be kind to me. If I need to, I will block you!

I sometimes use big words so if it ever gets confusing please ask for clarification when I'm not regressed or I'll get confused.

Please don't make me go through your blog to check if I need to block you or not, as I have other things to do.

If I reblog something from a bad source, please tell me!

If I accidentally say/post something against my DNI, please notify me as regressing can often mess up my brain. This is not a poor excuse to get out of bad or serious situations.

Tags ~ Original content is under Rasie Posts, edits are Rasie's Edits, art is Rasie's Drawings, random text posts are Rasie Talks, reblogs are Rasie Reblogs, and semi or fully regressed is Lil Rasie!

DO NOT INTERACT

N$FW/K!NK

Swearing/Cursing

M4ps/P3do

T3rfs/Sw3rfs

Anti LGBTQIA2S+

Racist/Anti-BLM/Anti-StopAsianHate

G0re/S3lf H4rm

Anti/Pro Shippers

Anti-Agere/Anti-Petre

Anti-Neopronouns

Political/Religious Extremist

There is definitely more that should go on this list but I can't list them all or the list would be too long so please be considerate!

#about me #sfw interaction only #agere #age regression #age regressor #agere community #sfw agere #agere blog #Rasie Posts #Rasie's Edits #Rasie Talks #Rasie Reblogs #Lil Rasie

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toonytoodles · 3 years

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Clementine, banging on the door: Sofia! Open up!

Sofia: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Emma: No, she meant-

Avery: Let her finish

Clementine: Can I be frank with you guys?

Avery: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Emma: Can I still be Emma?

Pond: Shh, let Frank speak

Clementine, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Avery, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Emma, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Sofia, trembling: What are we playing

Clementine: Avery isn’t answering their phone

Emma: I’ll call

Clementine: Sofia and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Avery: Hello?

Clementine: *Screams*

Avery: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Emma: Should we do something?

Pond: No, I want to see who wins

Clementine: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Emma: *turning to Avery* How tall are you?

Emma: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Clementine: Wasn't Avery with you?

Avery: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised

Store Worker: Would a Ms. Clementine please come to the front desk?

Clementine, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Emma and Avery*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Emma and Avery, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Clementine: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Emma: Avery, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Avery: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Emma: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Clementine

Avery: I was thinking I'd do some magic-

Clementine: You? Magic? Avery, it says talent show

Andie: Andy and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Andy: Sentences.

Andie: Don't interrupt me.

Avery: Emma was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Emma: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Avery: Emma, you ate a chair.

Emma: It was an accident!

Avery: HOW DO YOU ACCIDENTALLY EAT A CHAIR

Avery: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!

Emma: Really? Name one law

Avery: Don't kill people?

Emma: That's on me. I set the bar too low

Avery: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

Clementine: Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Avery*

Avery: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Clementine: Are we gonna let Emma keep Avery?

Andie: We kept Sofia

Clementine: Where's Andie Andy and Avery?

Pond: They're playing hide and seek

Clementine: Where?

Pond: I don't think you understand how this game works

Avery: Don't worry your pretty little head about a thing, Auntie Avery has it covered!

Clementine: I'm a year older than you...

Clementine: I never learned to read!

Andie, at Pond: Are you blind?!

Everyone but Andie: Yes

Andie: ... Cool, cool, cool, cool, just checking

Clementine: Where's Avery?

[Silence]

Clementine: Emma, let me see your pocket

Emma: What? Just cause you can't find her you think I have her? I mean you're right but still-

Avery: What's your worst fear?

Emma: Being feared

Clementine: Loneliness

Sofia: Being abandoned

Pond: Silence

Andie: Loosing everyone close to me

Andy: Being taken advantage of

Avery: ...

Avery: ... Well I was gonna say eels, but now I feel stupid...

#incorrect quotes #incorrect oc quotes #toonytoodlesoc #original character #oc #avery trowbridge #amelia mcconnel #clementine moores #sofia hodges #pond the elemental #andie and andy #andy and andie

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mimi-cee-hq · 4 years

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A Pikachu for You - Kenma x Reader

Getting together headcanon stories from match-up requests

Summary: Ever since Kenma saved you from your freak-out in class, you had a crush on him. He noticed you often glancing at him playing his video games and then you started to get to know each other.

Genre: Cute fluff

Words: 805

A/N: This is from an anonymous match-up request. I know this anon loves Kenma so I tried to see if I could come up with a story with him and it worked.

Match-up stories taglist: @nxlx96, @nagichi-kenma, @muffins-puffins (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

When you freaked out over the buzzing near your ear, everyone in class stared at you. Now you were both embarrassed and scared.

Nobody else knew what was going on and you couldn't get the words out to explain what happened. But then you heard a "whack" behind you. "I got it," Kenma told you plainly. And then he gave you a small and soft smile.

That was when you started to have a crush on him.

You started to steal glances at him and would sometimes peak over his shoulder to see what video game he was playing.

Kenma obviously noticed so he told you he was playing Pokemon.

Because you were interested, he started teaching you about different strategies you could use and which moves were the best to keep for each pokemon.

With all the information he was sharing with you, you suggested he should make a tutorial video and maybe even post it online.

He had never made a video of himself playing and explaining things before. So you helped him out a bit because you had some experience with video edits. You even drew thumbnails for his videos.

You both had fun with this new project and messaged each other often to collaborate on his videos. You accidentally showed your sassy side because it was easier to talk to your crush when he wasn't right beside you.

Kenma was slightly surprised and commented on your sass at school the next day. When you got embarrassed about it and became flustered because he was standing right in front of you, he started to consider the possibility that you liked him.

After a couple of months, you got more comfortable with each other. One day you commented on a hoodie he was wearing, mentioning that it looked really comfortable. When he offered to give it to you, you got flustered and tried to refuse. He smiled, now fairly certain that you liked him.

You got anxious that Kenma's videos weren't getting a lot of views. He mentioned that just because the number of views were low, it didn't mean the video was bad. He continued to explain that it depended on the video platform's algorithms and that they just started out.

You were discouraged because the two of you worked so hard. But you knew he wasn't sugar coating his words to make you feel better. Kenma said things as he saw them.

One day, Kenma invited you to come to an amusement park with him, knowing you liked them. But when you found out that Kenma didn't like roller coasters, you felt bad. He told you he invited you anyway, knowing there were other things you could do together.

You both walked past the carnival games and Kenma saw you eyeing the stuffed animals. He usually wouldn't try the games because he thought they were rigged, calculating the probability of winning in his head. But of course you eyed the large stuffed pikachu, reserved for the most difficult games.

So as you two ate some ice cream together he watched the various people playing the carnival game. When he finally thought he understood how to improve his chances of winning, he approached the game area. He knew his chances were still slim but he wanted to try anyway.

After losing a few times, he started getting competitive. You told him he didn't have to keep trying but he said he was using the small amount of money he earned so far from the videos' ads. When you complied, he got really focused at trying to figure out how to beat the game. You thought it was cute and you liked seeing him like this.

He continued to play while you went to buy some drinks. As you walked back to him, you saw him suddenly turn around, looking for you. When your eyes met, he said with a large grin, "Y/n! I won!"

That wasn't a sight you saw too often so you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up. When he got the large stuffed pikachu, he placed a necklace over its head. The necklace had a large pokeball as its pendant. He walked over to you and you were shaking for some reason.

"Here," he said. "This is for you." You took the pikachu and he gestured at you to open the pokeball pendant.

There was a little note inside: "Are you an HM move? Because I can't seem to forget about you."

So now you felt like dying, wondering if this was really happening. But then Kenma saw the note and muttered Kuroo's name.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Kuroo must have put it there. That was not how I wanted to ask you out."

That was the killer blow for you.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

I hope you liked it. (Please don’t die on me, anon. lolll.) Fun fact: my s/o used to do pokemon strategy videos at one point so he was my reference for that part of the story. lol.

If you liked this one, check out my other stories in my masterlist.

*****

Match-up Request:

Hey, I'd like a HQ matchup plz! I'm a 5"4 straight female who is a little on the chubby/curvy side. I have longish blonde hair and blue eyes. In terms of personality, I'm a depressed and socially anxious little bean, but with the right people I can be sassy and fun. I like to play video games and watch anime (provided I'm in the right mood). I also like to make edits, write and draw sometimes. I'm okay with some physical contact like cuddling and hand holding, but PDA should be limited.

I like to wear hoodies and graphic shirts because I don't feel comfortable in "fashionable clothes" (I think I look like a potato). I have a lot of weird quirks like my phobia of pretty much any flying insect (but especially bees/wasps/flies bc I hate the buzzing noise they make). I love plushies and cute things. I'm the type who likes to do something if they go out (e.g. I'd prefer to go to a theme park rather than sun bathe at the beach). Ran out of things to say, hope I did okay ^^;

I love stuffed toys a lot - most of mine are Pokémon plushies.

So because I accidentally told this anon that I didn’t get her request, she had two versions. lol. The last line is from her second version.

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gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights · 3 years

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Rating: G

Summary: XY tries to steal Luka's non-existent gym badges. Instead, they both end up making a new friend. (For @luxyweek day 3: Pokemon)

Word Count: 2071

XXX

Luka woke up to a stranger rummaging in his bag.

He should’ve known better than to fall asleep in the Pokémon Center, especially in a city as big as Lumiose. Exhaustion after a late concert was no excuse to be careless. Even if crime was rarer after the takedown of Team Flare, there were still unorganized thieves around.

Like this idiot who thought Luka was an easy target.

“C’mon, he’s gotta have at least one…” The idiot was mumbling.

Without opening his eyes, Luka slowly moved his hand to his pocket. He pulled out the one pokéball he had on him.

“Who the heck carries so many metronome items…?”

While the thief was distracted, Luka pressed the button on his pokéball. One click, and his Loudred burst free.

“GWAHHHH!!!” She boomed, and the thief jumped back with a shriek.

“Wh-h-hey!” he stammered. Luka finally got a good look at him. Tall blonde hair, tacky outfit—was this some remixed Team Flare grunt after all? He was wearing purple rather than red, though.

“That’s an, uh, nice dude you got there.” He eyed Luka’s Loudred dubiously.

“Symphony is a girl.” He scratched her behind the ear, and she made a low rumble.

“Uh. Nice babe then.”

Luka snorted. Why had this thief bothered to stick around? He thought he’d have run off by now. Luka really hoped he wasn’t going to have to battle. Symphony had worked hard enough tonight.

“Why were you looking through my bag?”

“Pshaw, I wasn’t doing that. Besides, you don’t have anything useful.”

Wow. This guy really was an idiot. The Team Flare grunts were never too smart, either. Just a bunch of kids who got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

Well, Luka was no trainer like the ones who’d busted them up last year. But maybe he could keep one kid from following down that road.

“What do you count as useful?” Luka asked. “Money? Items? Pokémon?”

“Maybe Pokémon would be useful, if they’d stop being haters and listen to me.” The guy crossed his arms and pouted.

“...So you’re not a trainer?” Luka glanced around the Pokémon Center. Everyone else was very determined to mind their own business. Not that Luka needed their help to deal with a guy who couldn’t even use his own Pokémon, but still. Someone could’ve tried.

“I’m going to be a trainer. Just as soon as I steal a badge and get this Zorro dude to listen to me.”

Luka raised an eyebrow. “Zorro dude?”

“Yeah. Dark type? Sick red ponytail? Likes to copy me and make me look stupid?”

He sat up straighter. “You have a Zoroark?”

That Pokémon was rare enough to border on legendary. They didn’t even live in the Kalos region.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.” The guy looked at Luka like he was stupid.

“How did you catch a Zoroark if it won’t even listen to you?”

“Dad gave ‘im to me. He wants me to get famous here, but it’s harder to fake battles than I thought.” He sighed dramatically and sunk to the seat next to Luka.

Clearly the ‘get famous’ plan wasn’t working. Luka had no idea who he was. At least he was pretty sure he wasn’t a Team Flare grunt, though.

“And you’re telling me this… after trying to rob me… why…?”

“Cause you asked.”

Luka blinked. “Touché.”

He gave Symphony one last pat, then returned her to her pokéball.

“Traded Pokémon won’t listen to you without badges,” he told the would-be thief. “And I don’t have any of those, if that’s what you were looking for.”

“Really? But you look—” The guy gestured to all of him. “Y’know. Cool. Tough.”

“Thanks? I guess? I’m just a musician, though.” He patted his guitar next to him. It was pretty telling that this guy hadn’t tried to steal that. “I only battle if I have to.”

“Huh. Well that’s pretty cool too, I guess.” The guy shrugged. “I did Pokémon Contests in Hoenn for a while. Before I got banned for using holograms.”

Luka raised an eyebrow. “Any other international crimes you want to confess to?”

“Crashed my boat into a herd of Luvdisc in Alola. But that was an accident. How was I supposed to know they were endangered?”

“I was being sarcastic, man.” Luka shook his head. “Nevermind. Come on.”

He stood and hoisted his guitar over his shoulder.

“Huh? Where are we going?” The guy trotted after him.

“To catch you a Pokémon. Before you get yourself kicked out of another country.”

XXX

The stranger’s name was XY. It stood for Xavier-Yves. It didn’t sound like an Unovan name, but that was still the least weird thing about the guy. Maybe that was just a pseudonym. He probably needed one after all of his criminal acts, accidental or not.

“Alright, XY.” Luka stood knee-deep in the grass of Route 4. “You’re going to be borrowing Symphony for this. Borrowing. If you run off with her, she’ll suplex you into the ground.”

XY eyed the Loudred next to him. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

“Got it, Mr. Couffaine.”

“Just Luka is fine.” He sighed. This was such a weird way to be spending the night after a concert, but it was still better than going home.

“Got it, Mr. Luka.”

Close enough.

“Alright, now follow me into the grass.”

“I can’t do that! That’s where the Pokémon are!”

Luka rolled his eyes. “That’s the point. You’re going to catch one.”

“I thought you were going to catch me one. Because you’re cool and sexy like that.”

“Flattery’s not getting you out of this.” Luka grabbed his wrist and tugged him into the grass, Symphony following behind them.

XY squealed again. “But what if they eat me!”

“We’re on Route 4, dude. The biggest Pokémon out here is a Skitty.”

“...Those things eat meat, right?”

“No.” Even if they did, they would probably know better than to eat XY. They didn’t know where he’d been.

“If I die, you’re paying for my funeral,” XY grumbled, even though he’d already gone off on four tangents about how rich his dad was. Luka didn’t even bother responding.

Suddenly XY screamed again. A few Fletching flew out of the red flower patch. At this rate, they’d never catch anything.

“What is it this ti—oh.” Luka blinked down at the tiny Pokémon clinging to XY’s ankle. “It’s just a Flabébé.”

The little girl seemed to have mistaken XY’s socks for a flower. She was shuddering, cowering against the fabric even as XY tried to shake her off.

“Dude, cut it out.” Luka gripped him by the shoulders. “This is perfect. She already likes you.”

“Y-you think so?” XY set his foot back on the ground. The Flabébé tentatively looked up.

“You might not even need Symphony to weaken her. Here.” Luka took out a pokéball, but hesitated to hand it over. “Are you going to take good care of her if I give you this?”

“What gives, man?” XY snatched the ball. “You were gonna teach me about catching Pokémon, not about, like, parenting stuff.”

Luka hadn’t thought this through enough before seeing the little Flabébé. He couldn’t in good conscience condemn her to a life with XY without knowing that he would treat her right.

“Are you staying in Lumiose? I live at the edge of the city. I could come check on her. Just to make sure she’s not giving you too much trouble.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna want joint custody.” XY smirked. “But sure, whatever. Can’t complain if you want to do half my work for me.”

He knelt down and tapped the Flabébé on her head.

“You are just a little thing, aren’t you?” He let out a nasal laugh. “How do you feel about me being your new dad?”

“Please don’t say it like that.” Luka groaned.

The Flabébé fluttered into XY’s palm and nudged the pokéball. Wow. She must really have no standards.

“Sorry. Me and Lu are gonna be your new dads.” XY grinned.

“Aaaand that’s even worse.”

The Flabébé looked at Luka. He looked at her. She looked at him. He looked at her.

“...I’m not being your other dad.”

Symphony blasted out a honk of laughter. He glared at her.

“Don’t make me put you back in the pokéball.”

She just smiled innocently.

“Okay, okay. Shut up. We’re doing this.” XY took a deep breath and pressed the button on the pokéball with his thumb. It split open, sucking the Flabébé into its light.

The ball glowed red while rocking back and forth. Once. Twice. Three times.

Then it went still.

“I—I did it?” XY stared at the ball in his palm. Luka swore there was wonder in his eyes.

Hopefully this hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

“You did it.” Luka clapped him on the shoulder. “Why don’t you let her out now? She should get used to you before you take her home.”

After fumbling for a moment, XY popped the ball open. The Flabébé flashed back out and hovered in the air. She quickly zipped down and plucked a red flower, hugging it close.

“Aww, our first date and she’s already giving me flowers.” XY laughed.

“It’s not for you. Flabébé has to keep one close for protection.”

“Ah. Like a comfort blanket.” XY nodded sagely. “That’s okay! I’ll pick my own flower. Then we can match!”

He snatched up another red bloom, then tucked it behind his ear.

Luka was surprised to find himself smiling. Who would’ve thought XY could actually be cute? When he wasn’t trying to steal Luka’s non-existent gym badges, anyway.

“Are you going to name her?” He asked to keep his thoughts away from that tangent.

“Huh? Oh. Uh… hmm.” XY’s brow furrowed. He stared at the Flabébé, who had fluttered back into his palm. “You can’t tell me your name, can you?”

She let out a tiny squeak.

“Hmm. Yeah. I feel that.” He nodded. “How about Cheeto?”

“Cheeto?” Luka burst before he could think better of it. Who named their Pokémon Cheeto?

“Yeah, ‘cause she’s got that yellow dust all over her.” XY rubbed a tiny bit of it off with his fingertip. Flabébé almost seemed to purr.

“You mean… pollen?”

XY raised an eyebrow. “Ew, gross. What kind of name is Pollen? Sounds like Pole-men. And she’s a girl.”

Luka wanted to smack his forehead. Symphony gave him a sympathetic pat.

“Well. Have fun with Cheeto, I guess.” He sighed. “I’m going to go get some sleep. You’ve got my Holo Caster number.”

“Wait!” XY jogged after him, cradling Cheeto close to his chest. “I didn’t get to say—thanks, man.”

Luka looked back over his shoulder, surprised. “No problem. This is better than stealing gym badges, right?”

“A lot better.” He looked down at his new Pokémon fondly. “Uh, sorry about that, by the way. I—I’m gonna make it up to you.”

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah! I’m gonna—take you to the hotel I’m staying at! So you don’t look homeless!” XY grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him back towards the city.

“I literally told you I live in town…?”

“Then why were you sleeping in the Pokémon Center like a hobo?” XY smirked. Symphony laughed where she was lumbering after them.

You’ve turned my own Pokémon against me. Luka scowled.

“Didn’t feel like dealing with my mom,” he said under his breath.

It was stupid, running away just because he’d finally found out about his dad. His whole band was here. Including his sister. Lumiose was a big city, but he couldn’t play guitar for Kitty Section and dodge his parents at the same time.

“Perfect! There’s no moms allowed in my hotel room!” XY beamed.

If staying out was stupid, then even considering XY’s offer was downright moronic. XY had tried to rob him just hours ago.

But the dude was rich. Luka didn’t have anything else he could want. And whatever hotel room they ended up in was bound to have a more comfortable couch than the Pokémon Center’s.

“...Alright,” he finally agreed.

XY’s holler of joy could probably be heard in the next route over.

“Sweet! Bro co-parenting slumber party, here we come!”

Luka let Symphony laugh at him. He deserved it for ending up in such a ridiculous situation.

But somehow, he felt better anyway.

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shoichee · 4 years

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GoMs + Kagami, Hanamiya, Teppei as Pokémon Trainers

Pokémon x Kuroko no Basket Crossover

Headcanons on KNB characters if they were trainers

For only the “Generation of Miracles” (plus Kagami), I wanted to show that they are prodigies in the pokémon universe by each giving them the appropriate specialty legendary/mythical pokémon respective to their anime counterpart abilities/personalities.

Also, as GoMs in the pokémon universe, I was careful to also choose some of their respective pokémon based on base stats and the consideration of type variety, unless a team had most pokémon sharing a type for a reason, in addition to already choosing pokémon based on their pokédex entries.

I have also given pictures of said pokémon suited to each KNB character below the cut.

Warning: spoilers on KNB characters, it’s a given

Kuroko Tetsuya

his lack of presence would directly translate into the pokémon world pretty nicely and would make him pretty attuned to ghost pokémon floating about, but that won’t necessarily mean he’ll have a full team of ghosts

I feel like he would accidentally just pick up the mythical pokémon, Marshadow as a kid without knowing its reputation and would just let it follow him around like a buddy… and then they would become an official trainer-pokémon relationship later on // they’re both tiny and usually unnoticeable; they’d be best friends

he’d definitely have a Zoroark, since these pokémon require very strong bonds with their trainers, and they’re infamously known for their illusions and trickery; for Kuroko, he probably saw right through a Zorua’s (pre-evolution) tricks back in the day and then it became intrigued by him and joined him along the way before evolving into the Zoroark we see present day // this is a tribute to Nigou as well, since they’re both dog-like/fox?????

surprisingly, he’d have a Hatterene just trailing behind recently; Hatterenes hate extreme emotions emitted from humans and I’d feel like it would just be lured in by his dry personality

Hatterene’s color scheme is literally the same blue and pink like Kuroko and Momoi, so Hatterene is very much a Momoi who chases Kuroko around while he doesn’t mind it at all

his 4th pokémon, Vanilluxe, came to be when he spent hours hiding in the tall grass for a Vanillite (pre-evolution) to show up; he was willing to go out of his way to catch one because he wanted an ode to his love for vanilla milkshakes

all in all, he would be the trainer who is able to instantly connect and make friends with other pokémon around without even trying; ironically, he would have the most variety of typings in his team because of that

he’s the protagonist trainer who would always be the first to openly stand up against the villain teams and foiling their plans, but he would need the support of the other GoMs (cough) to take down the team bosses

he would definitely be friends with N (BEST franchise character)

he’s a “youngster” trainer like a “youngster joey” vibe KDJWORKWKW but like he’s pretty OP by the end of his journey

Kise Ryota

Cinderace with its hidden ability Libero is perfect for our blondie; Libero is an ability that allows the user to become that type of the move it just used until it uses a move of a different type, and then it’ll switch to that next type (I thought about Greninja with its Protean ability at first because it’s the OG ability and it's the exact effect just a diff name; but Cinderace’s design is a soccer motif and it reminded me of Kise in the old Teiko days)

Kise would very much be a renown model in the pokémon universe, and he’d idolize Elesa (from Pokémon B/W and B2/W2); both are blonde models too LOL (except she dyed her hair black in B2/W2)

so he’d have a Luxray (non shiny OR shiny, both suit him), because since he looks up to her so much and she’s an electric-type gym leader, he’d probably have an electric-type of his own

I would think he’d have a dragon-type pokémon like Haxorus to connect him with Aomine (a dragon-type trainer) since in the anime, Aomine was Kise’s mentor and role model in basketball; it would give him a fighting chance with Aomine if they ever faced each other in a pokémon battle

he would have a shiny Sylveon, and he would love to dote the ever living fuck out of it and feed it poképuffs (maybe from Murasakibara’s café LOL) and sing with it, and every time it sweeps someone’s team with its Moonblasts, he’ll cheer it on so much BDHWIRWI it also adds a certain connotation to his idol reputation as this “approachable guy” with his adorable Sylveon too

this guy has an idol status not just in the beauty/fashion industry, but also in the sports world (especially in Unova’s sports stadium in Nimbasa city)

he’d meet tons of other models and fashion icons like gym leader Nessa, champion Diantha, etc. WHEW JUST SAYIN

he would have his face plastered everywhere on trainer PR videos and even getting offers for some minor acting roles in Pokéstar Studios

one day, while he’d be at the studio, there was a whole commotion how the studio and the museum had their deliveries mixed up because the studio had the real meteorite while the museum had the well-made prop of a meteorite; and uh, it turns out this meteorite had the alien virus that pretty much had its DNA mutated into a Deoxys

long story short, being a very experienced trainer, Kise would manage to catch it after hours of chasing it in the wild areas nearby

over time, he and this particular Deoxys would come to have enough mutual respect for each other to be able to battle as a proper trainer-pokémon duo

that being said, he won’t resort to using it unless it’s life-threatening; note: he changes its Formes using a chunk from the meteorite in the studios he broke off (Deoxys [and its many forms] is further reference to his versatility as a basketball player)

Midorima Shintarou

as a man who seeks for good luck and fortunes he’d stack up on a Chimecho for sure and…

Togekiss; he used to have its pre-evolution Togepi to solely to try to make it stand up while sleeping for good luck (according to the pokédex), and the more he kept trying, the more he made it attached to him and before he knew it, he had a fully evolved Togekiss // he’ll NEVER admit that he loves it to bits, though

this might be unexpected at first glance, but he’d have a Mega Absol; hear me out, it’s called the “disaster pokémon” according to its pokédex, however it is only named so because it warns others of disasters when it appears SO IT WOULD WARN MIDORIMA OF INCOMING BAD LUCK

he’d probably receive a Rowlet from Momoi as a gift from her laboratory, and he didn’t have the heart to abandon it; he’d evolve it to a Decidueye… and just… keep it (this pokémon is a reference to his no-miss shots)

ultimate good luck bringer: Ho-Oh ✨

would have the most “balanced” team out of everyone in terms of type-coverage (reference to him having the most coverage in skills for basketball, from shooting to absolute defense to having ball-handling skills)

he’d totally avoid Akashi’s Kadabra (pre-evolution of Alakazam)—who will be mentioned later down in the list—because it’s said to bring bad luck, as well as avoiding all the Ninetales because he doesn’t want to risk accidentally pulling off one of their tails and be cursed

he’ll avoid caverns as much as possible (but it’s impossible to avoid them all) because those are the habitats of Golbats (who will supposedly give bad luck if one bites you) but if there wasn’t a leeway for him, he will literally LATCH onto his Chimeco and keep his Togekiss and Absol out of their pokéballs to guard him LMAOOO

I would feel he would constantly strive to fill up his entire pokédex, so he’d be a pokémon master in training in a sense; he’s someone who wants to prepare himself for any situation and opportunity, so being a pokédex filler would always provide him an encyclopedia on potential pokémon to either stay away from or catch more of because of certain luck factors

make no mistake though, he’s a seasoned pokémon battler, don’t fuck with him

Aomine Daiki

an intimidating Garchomp would be his ace™️ pokémon, ummmm have you SEEN its base SPEED stat??? it’s a monster

we’re gonna go overkill and give this man a Mega Rayquaza just for the sole fact that he’d be the “ace” trainer of ALL ace trainers and veterans alike

however, because of his “lack of practice/training” like in the anime, he’d probably just stick with these two pokémon, since usually Garchomp already sweeps everyone’s teams without a sweat

homie is probably napping on top of one of the laboratory roofs (probably the one Momoi works in) or escaping to a nearby cliff or hill to relax and keep a lookout for any promising trainers that pass by him

is a trainer who pretty much kept one-shotting all the trainers throughout his journey in the region (aka that’s us protagonists when we play against NPCs)

he would also be that trainer who wiped the floor with the current champion so badly that he felt that all his “training” leading up to that moment didn’t even feel rewarding (plus there’s those countless trainer battles before where it didn’t feel thrilling), and so, he just left the league after, waiting for the day a sufficient rival could show up in his life

he’s definitely cleared the challenging battle systems of each region (probably back when he still had some passion for battling and had a good full team): Battle Frontier, Battle Tree, PWT tournament, Battle Manson, Battle Tower… you name it, he’d probably be done with most of them, if not, all

Murasakibara Atsushi

he’d have a Bewear, Appletun, and lots of variants of Alcremie’s just hanging around him

note: you should search up all the variations of Alcremies yourself, hint cough, it’s 60 variations total

maybe he’d have a Snorlax chilling nearby because it’s so huge

Murasakibara would be a Pokécafé owner AND HE’D HAVE HIS BULKY BEWEAR AND HIS SNORLAX GUARD THE SHOP, YOU CAN’T ARGUE WITH ME

or he would UNLEASH his G-MAX forms of Alcremie’s

and he’ll just use his pokémon to make the tastiest poffins, poképuffs, and pokécurry

he’ll never bring out his final pokémon, Melmetal, unless it’s an absolute emergency and his shop is in danger

he would love Kuroko’s Vanilluxe, in a sense where he would always impassively joke about eating the ice-cream pokémon and Kuroko would just constantly hope he’s not being for real

he wouldn’t be motivated by ambitions like other trainers would have, he just wants to chill and loaf around all day; if someone pissed him off about he was a “weak” trainer or how they were becoming overly cocky when talking about their goals, he’d be right there smiling and ready to annihilate them | (• ◡•)|

Akashi Seijuro

Espeon would totally fit him as his first pokémon; its eyes are very reminiscent of his feline irises, and it’s tiny in size but a very powerful sweeper when set up right AND THEY’re ~calm~ while being capable of either sweet or very calculating later on / LIKE PET, LIKE OWNER

Tsareena; this one has a literal attitude of a queen and its pokédex is pretty terrifying in which one kick from its legs “leaves a wound in the opponent's body and soul that will never heal”... sound familiar?

Nidoking, cough I wonder why I picked this guy he’s a king, but jokes aside, it’s here to add more type variety to his team, and it’s mostly there to be a status inflictor (aka poisoning) and hazard setter with traps for his opponents… sound familiar with how he initiates his shogi strategies?

Mega Alakazam. that’s it. this pokémon has 5000 IQ like ?? would totally wipe the floor with Akashi in shogi if it tried

you thought Aomine had an overkill legendary, but Akashi has Hoopa, who’s capable of a Confined form and Unbound form, representative of his two contrasting personalities

he’s an ambitious trainer aiming to become a Pokémon Master, and he’s one of those feared prodigies that all the region champions just lowkey sweat hearing about him coming to wreck their leagues apart

his pokédex would be damn near completed

he looks more into a pokémon’s utility and how it can fit into his strategies; it just turns out that most of the capable/eligible pokémon he ends up picking are psychic-types because they all tend to have extremely high intelligence to pull them off

Momoi Satsuki

Mega Altaria fits Momoi’s aesthetic of being cute, but very dangerous if you underestimate it, and I wanted a cute connection to Aomine who I primarily headcanoned to be a dragon-type trainer, so Altaria is a dragon-type pokemon that I picked out (perfect alternative would be Mega Gardevoir if she never met Aomine)

Blissey is a pokemon that brings happiness to anyone that eats their eggs, and it very much fits Momoi’s personality

Tapu Lele is a totem pokemon that has incredible knowledge, and is known to be able to outsmart any opponent during battle, referencing her pre-cognitive defense research abilities

she would definitely be constantly mistaken as a pokémon “Beauty” (yes that’s a trainer title), but in actuality, she’s training to become a pokémon professor as an assistant

Momoi’s “professor specialty” would definitely be her researching about a pokémon’s current stats (plus their EVs and IVs) and would pinpoint their level of potential and thus, predict their growth (and the steps taken for a certain type of growth) // she’d probably become really famous in the world of competitive battling because a lot of trainers would try to approach her to help “train their teams”

Kagami Taiga

I think he would ironically have a Lopunny because it used to be Alex’s but she just left it in his care and now he has this prankster bunny that’s basically an Alex 2.0 to other pokémon in its vicinity ?? but it has hops like Kagami so

a hotheaded, short-tempered guy like Kagami would have an Incineroar (they… kinda look the same)

Krookodile would be very much up his alley… its offensive stats are also not something to take lightly, especially when paired with moves like Earthquake and Foul Play

Kommo-o would be a pokémon that embodies Kagami’s personality very well: it seeks to battle only strong opponents for the reason to defeat the “darkness,” and its presence is more than enough to scare the weaker opponents away; Kagami has been mentioned as the “light” many times throughout the series, and his piercing gaze on the courts generate suffocating pressure on the opposing teams // it’s also a pseudo-legendary pokémon on the same base-stat caliber as Aomine’s Garchomp (hinting at their game against each other) ( ᐛ )

last one I’d find really amusing to give for Kagami would be Victini, the adorable mythical pokémon said to bring only victories for its trainer… and it’s a reference to his ascendance to the top of the Winter Cup after defeating all the GoM’s teams

oh yeah, I forgot Mega Lopunny existed so I’ll just attached that right below

anywho, so he’s a rising pokémon trainer who wants to become a pokémon master… but only for the battling part LOL like he doesn’t believe in “catching ‘em all” so to speak because he’d be someone who would believe in winning battles with the pokémon you truly bonded with; in other words, he’d probably only catch new pokémon if he feels a certain connection with them

but because of that, he doesn’t have much info on other pokémon besides his own, and it bites him in the ass when he has to try to figure out ways to take down opposing teams

reluctantly would team up with Kuroko after finding out many of the competitions require double battling but he doesn’t have a single strategy for it, and then Kuroko would pop out of nowhere and offered a hand to be his double battle partner until he learned how to double-battle on his own

spoiler alert, they totally start becoming travel companions in exploring the world together

of course Kagami would have battle strategies, but he isn’t like Akashi where he would actively look for the appropriate strong pokémon for his strategies; he makes strategies to accommodate his existing team

Kiyoshi Teppei

HE HAS A LUCARIO, NOT ONLY THAT A MEGA LUCARIO; they both seek for justice and they’re extremely loyal, and they both are able to read their opponents very easily

HE ISN’T CALLED THE “IRON HEART” FOR NOTHING, I CAN SEE HIM WITH A SHINY METAGROSS JUST BEING AN OFFENSIVE TANK YET BEING ABLE TO SWEEP, JUST LIKE AN ACE WOULD

he would live a double life: a shopkeeper of his grandparents’ pokémon item/antique store by day, pokémon ranger and patroller by night

he would keep his local area safe (ง'̀-'́)ง

yes, I only see him as a steel-type trainer

he’d be so precious with his pokémon and meticulous in his care for them: he’d probably shine his Metagross everyday or brush out his Lucario’s fur, just because !!

and his pokémon would be fiercely protective of Teppei in return, mostly because they noticed he has bad knees and they don’t want him to strain them any further(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Hanamiya Makoto

no debate, he’d have a shiny Hydreigon… dude that pokémon is an absolute nightmare to level up and evolve, let alone tame, but back when it debuted in Pokémon B/W, it was the most OP pokémon out there // shiny variant of it because it has a similar color scheme to the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team, and he’d probably have a shiny version just to flaunt it off and piss people off

Salazzle with a hidden ability Corruption, where it allows it to poison any pokémon regardless of type or ability; again, it’s to piss the trainers off in battle

and finally, a Dracovish; a person like him would totally have this inherently fucked up pokémon just for the sole purpose to disturb the hell out of his opponent trainers, but make no mistake: it’s an underdog sweeper

look, he’s an admin of some sinister villain team and he has his other Kirisaki Daiichi starter players as his personalized grunts (they’re like a specific sect of the villain team; e.g. Shadow Triad or the Seven Sages of Team Plasma)

you might wonder, why don’t I give him a “spider” pokémon, since the webs are the analogy used to compare to his strategies in basketball? too many villains have Ariados in their teams and Galvantula is a friendly, fuzzy tarantula soooo it wouldn’t fit Hanamiya at all

I don’t think he would have any deep motive to be villainous other than to just enjoy people getting fucked over by his own deeds and actions; sometimes, it isn’t so deep

“it’s your boy, Guzma Hanamiya” if you get this reference I love you

End Note: “Mega” forms and “G-MAX” forms are not separate pokémon, but rather, temporary power-ups during battles; they are just shown to show the differences in appearances compared to their original forms when they transform.

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