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[G]ifts

Context: Been researching NieR: Automata a lot and I came upon a really good concept art of formal clothing for the 2B and 9S Androids. https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/2673645 Thus a bit of a story formulated in my mind. ---------

“Gifts are such a useless ritual.” said 2B coldly.

“Wow, okay. Where’d THAT come from?” “It’s rude to give a person something without their permission. What if they don’t want it?”

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“Heh...’ 9S says under his breath. ‘I hope you won’t hate me for this.” He says grinning to himself. 9S stares at the black box in front of him. Ah yes, the Black Box. Symbolic for the usage during YoRHa missions, only to be used in dire situations, along with another android’s black box, upon contact with one another would create a large scale explosion within the local area, wiping out enemy machine lifeforms and completing the missions issued by Command. But, it wasn’t that type of Black Box. No, what was in front of him was a black pendant box. Inside, a necklace. Forged from white gold, glistening to the chandelier lights above. There’s a charm in the middle of the necklace, a small clear cube lined with more white gold. Within the chambers of the cube, contained a bright diamond. Of course, to 9S, the composition and the materials, doesn’t really mean anything to him, for all he knew was Humans from the Old World cherished these items. Though, it may not make entirely much sense to him, he knew one thing; it was pretty. And hopefully 2B will think so too. He closed the box and proceeded to put it in his tailcoat’s inner pocket. In the distance, he hears to what appears to be “ballroom” music. In the hallway, he double checks himself and puts on his black visor. As he’s about to set off for the ballroom, he hears the clacking of heels in the other direction. “Oh. 9S. You’re here.”

He turns around to find. “2...2B.”

There she was, 2B. In a beautiful black dress befitting her perfectly. Along with an added flower of the Lunar Tear attached to her hairband that she always wore. Elegant and beautiful couldn’t even compare to what he saw in front of him. Yes. In front of him was...His comrade, his “friend” although 2B’ll never admit that, but more importantly, his- “Gah! My pulse rate is rising! What’s going on!? ... Huh, it seems to have normalized. How odd...” he thought to himself. After countless missions and adventures together, 9S even being a scanner model, still could not fully grasp what “love” was. After a brief moment, he relaxed and maintained his previous composure. “Wow 2B, you look...beautiful tonight.” he says as he walks closer to her. “Just, tonight?” she said coldly to tease. “Wha- I mean, no! You’re always beautiful! I mean... It’s not...” “Whatever.” a cold as ice retort.

“GAAHHH 2B!” a panicked 9S says trying to rescue the situation.

She gives a soft sigh and smiles. Her eyes relax under her visor. She reaches out for 9S’ face and caresses his cheek. 9S freezes in place. “Ah...” Without missing a beat. She ruffles his hair slightly. A small giggle emerges from her mouth.

“Aw 2B! I tried really hard to style it!” “Oh? Who were you trying to impress?” “That’s- Ah-” 9S stopped. Dead in his tracks. 2B snickers to herself. “Commander is waiting, we shouldn’t be late.”

“Yeah yeah...”

“One affirmation will suffice.”

“OH for the love of...Fine. Yeah.”

2B set of first in front of 9S. Then suddenly 9S remembered something. He remembered reading up on some old data from when Humans existed about being a “gentleman” and entering a “masquerade” as a pair.

“2B, wait!” 9S shouted.

“Hm? What is it?”

He quickly walked to meet at her side. He bent is arm to form a triangle. He gestured at her. Only to confusion. “What? What do you want me to do?”

“Oh uh, put your right hand in between my arm. I read up on some data from the Old World and this is how we’re supposed to enter one of these “masquerades” as...” his speech slows to a halt. “As what?” “As..a-a pair.”

A second pause.

2B smirks and calmly puts her hand on 9S’ arm. “Alright. Let’s go.”

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Realizing 2B actually complying to this. 9S fidgets slightly and then proceeds to walk side by side with 2B down the hallway. The ballroom music grows louder with each step.

9S can’t shake this uneasy feeling from him. It was the feeling of being nervous. Feelings aren’t something an android can really comprehend, especially when you have 2B barking “feelings are prohibited” all the time. But nonetheless he pressed on. Soon enough, a large white door to the left of them is wide open, with two YoRHa units also in black dresses look at the two androids. “Welcome to the YoRHa Ball. May you please identify yourselves?” asked Unit 14D. “Unit 2B.” “Unit 9S.” “Identity confirmed. Please enjoy your night you two!” said Unit 17D playfully. “We will.” said 2B.

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The two androids entered the large ballroom, illuminated in bright, white lighting. A large chandelier dangles within the middle of the ballroom high above the room. In front, was the ballroom dance floor. The floor was a dark brown, mahogany wood. You could see a couple of androids dancing around happily. Past the dance floor was two large curved staircases. They were covered in red carpeting. At the very top stood the Commander. She stood there dawning a stunning white dress par to her body type. 9S always thought of her as a slave driver since all she told him was one commander after another, but tonight he saw her as a beautiful woman.

“Oh is it the Commander who you’re trying to seduce?”

“2B! Would you stop it with the-”

“Negative. Unit 9S is currently searching for the affection of Unit-” “POD!” he screams at his robotic Pod companion 153, cutting him off. 9S sighs deeply. “Pod 153, I order you to halt any communications to myself or any other units concerning my current status, for the remainder of the night. Just please enjoy the night... Come on, the machine lifeform threat is gone, let’s just relax a bit, right?”

“Affirmative.” On cue, Pod 153 leaves and rejoins the other pods who are conversing in a nearby corner.

“Uggghhh...”

“Come on. We’re here to enjoy the night aren’t we?” 2B said cheerily. Which is always odd for him to hear. He’s used to the cold, authoritative tone of 2B, which is always something he liked, but this tone, was different. Though he liked it a lot.

She gave her hand a little pulse, reminding 9S that it was still there, as she looked in another direction.

He smiled. “Yeah. Let’s go.” He put his other hand over hers and proceeded to walk towards where they set down sentimental hors d'oeuvre trays and drink bowls. --------

“9S. What’s all this?”

“Oh, the Humans would tend to get hungry during events like this, so usually there would be light foods and drinks displayed out like this.” “I see.” “Wanna try one, 2B?”

“We androids have no need for things like this.”

“Oh come on. Just a small one. Plus this gives us a good chance to test our taste receptors that got installed.”

“Tch...” 2B reluctantly picks a small circle cracker. It’s smeared with a cheese topped with smoked salmon and small sprig of dill. She turns to 9S.

“Aren’t you going to try one too?”

“Huh? Oh uhhh I guess so. “ he picks one up as well.

“Bottoms up.” he says.

The two both put the small piece of food in their mouths and practice the method that humans performed known as chewing. The consumption of the food now completed. The two reflect on what just transpired.

“That tasted...” 9S said still trying to process.

“Good...” 2B said quietly.

“Yeah... I gotta give it to the Research & Development team... They did amazing with the taste receptors!”

2B slowly reached for another piece of food and consumed it.

“Liking it 2B?” asked 9S.

“It’s...quite nice. This will be useful data for the R&D team to-”

“Oh come on. Just admit it, you like it.”

“I...yes. I like it.”

“Hehe. Now was that so hard? Oh, maybe I can learn how they make it some day, I heard there’s data in these storage units called ‘cook books’, that might have the recipe for them.”

2B grins. “Sure.”

“Really? You promise?” 9S asked excitedly.

“Yeah.”

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The music stops.

“Attention all YoRHa Units! This is your Commander speaking!”

Without missing a beat, all units turn around and walk towards the dance floor to assume formation. The clacking of heels resonate throughout the ballroom.

“On this day. We celebrate the destruction of the hostile enemy lifeforms known as machines. It was thanks to your efforts that we have reclaimed the Seas, the Skies, the Land! Though it is no secret now, that the Aliens and Mankind no longer exist. However, that does not mean we stop fighting. We will continue to fight to protect ourselves, and the ones around us. A new age of peace has dawned upon us. There are still machines out there, but they too seek peace. I believe we can interact with them safely, and together we can create a new world. One where we can all be free! Now, go. Enjoy tonight’s festivities. GLORY TO ALL!” A synced salute from all androids. “GLORY TO ALL!”

The Commander walks away from the railing as the music resumes itself.

“Huh even when celebrating the Commander still sounds like a total slave driver...” 9S says depressingly.

“Orders are orders.”

“Yeah yeah...”

“So 9S, what do you want to do?”

“Huh? I-”

The music changes from an upbeat ballroom to a slower tune.

Realizing this. He takes a deep breath.

“2B, would you care for a dance?”

Taken a back, she hesitates formulating a response.

“Dance? But I don’t know how to dance.”

“It’s alright. I read up on some old data and there were some instructions how to do a few dances. Here let’s try.”

Being calm, 9S offers 2B his hand. She’s hesitant at first, but agrees and puts her hand in his. They slowly walk towards the center of the ballroom. As they walk, some of the androids take notice and start whispering to one another. One of the androids to notice was Unit 21O, 9S’ operator. She had quite the affinity towards 9S and to see him with 2B like that, made her pulse rate rise and mental state deteriorate slightly. She was hurt. She wanted to be with 9S so badly. She was alone, she wanted a family, with him. But alas, such is the cruel way love works. She tears up a bit before leaving her group quickly.

“Hey 21O where are you going?” asked Unit 6O, 2B’s operator.

“I...I just need to run and fix my NFCS really quick, I’ll be back.” “Oh 21O...I know what heartbreak feels like too...” said 6O to herself. 6O turns to see 2B and 9S in the center of the dance floor. Eyes wide open, her hands clasped together in excitement. Bless her pure heartedness.

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“9S, this is embarrassing...”

“It’ll be just for a bit I promise. Now just put your arms like mine.” He moves his arms up into position.

“Like...this?” she asks.

“Yeah. Now hold onto my hands.” She complied and held his hands.

“Good, now just follow my lead alright?” he said softly. For once he was in the commander’s seat.

“Alright.” she responded softly.

They begin to move along the dance floor in a way similar to a waltz. Staying on beat with the music (for reference, idk maybe play Vauged Hope Cold Rain in the background). At first their movements were well, robotic, but soon enough their moves became more fluid, to a point where it felt natural. The other androids continued to watch onward, as there were just 9S and 2B on the dance floor. Whispers of them being together were spreading like wildfire.

“Hey 2B, you alright?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“Have you enjoyed tonight so far?”

“I have.”

“That’s good. Hey can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Will you ever call me Nines?”

“9S works fine.” she says in a playful tone.

“Heh... you’re so cold, you know that?”

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“Oh hey 2B, I read that one of the dancers would lean on the other, while the other one leans backwards, it’s supposed to be---”

“Like this?”

“Ah--”

Without letting him finish, 2B dips onto 9S and instinctively raises his arm. 9S leans back on cue, a smile cracking from his face. He rises from the dip.

“Ah, usually the guy does it...”

“Oh. I see.”

She giggles. Something rarer than a blue moon.

9S smiles.

“Man... I don’t want this to end... 2B. There’s so much I want to tell you but I...”

The song slowly comes to an end. The two slowly stop and break hold.

“Aww.. It’s over?” 9S pouted.

“There’ll be other dances you know.”

“What? You mean-”

“Come on let’s get a bit of fresh air.” 2B walks ahead towards a large glass door leading to a gigantic oval balcony.

“Whoa whoa, 2B wait up!”

As 9S tries to catch up with her, girlish screams can be heard in the distance from the other androids.

“Go get her 9S.” whispers the Commander under her breath.

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A clear night sky, with a crescent moon high above. It would be considered a late time for Humans ~1:00 A.M. but androids don’t rest for days at time. And they only rest because of maintenance.

“2B!” 9S said finally catching up to her. He paused. Stared.

There she stood. Her arm on the balcony railing. She leaned on it sideways while looking towards the moon. The outside lanterns illuminated her skin, accentuating her pale skin.

She turned toward him.

“It seems like you’ve enjoyed the night so far.”

“Yeah I have. It feels like we’re really living.” he says as he slowly walks beside her.

He rests his back against the railing and looks at 2B.

“Hey...2B.” he said hesitantly.

“Hm?” “I know we’ve talked about this before... and I know you’re not exactly fond of these... but...”

“What is it 9S?” she asked a little bit more sternly.

“Well... I kind of got you a gift.”

“You what?”

“I got you something.”

9S slowly reaches for his tailcoat pocket to bring out a black rectangular box.

“Here. It’s for you.”

“A black box? You know we already have-”

“Ah- why don’t you open it?” he moves his hand closer to her.

She slowly opens the small box with her hand. Once uncovered, the shimmering of white gold glistens from the lights nearby. There lied the pendant.

“It’s...beautiful.”

She lifted the necklace from the box and looked at it closely.

“But how did you...”

“I asked Pascal to give me a hand. I really owe him one.”

“I love it.” 2B says softly.

“May I put it on you 2B?” 9S asks.

She smiles and nods. 9S gently takes the necklace and slowly puts it around her neck. A small click can be heard locking the necklace in place. He takes a step back.

“You look beautiful 2B.”

She pauses as if hesitant to respond.

“Thank you Nin---” “Alert. Unit 2B’s vital signals have changed. 2B’s pulse rate has risen to an irregular le-” “POD! SHUT UP!”

“Pffffff---” 9S snickers. “You shut up too!” 2B retorts. “Pod 042 I order you to halt all communications to me or any other units concerning my current status, for the remainder of the night.”

“Affirmative.” Pod 042 responds coldly, like a robot should and floats off back to the party. 2B heaves a huge sigh of relief.

“Soooo, what was that all about hmmm?” teases 9S.

“Why you...”

“Hey hey, whoaaa let’s take it easy here. No need to get angry.”

9S snickers to himself before straightening himself up.

“So... do you like it?”

“Yeah. I really do.” 2B says quietly.

“Heh. That’s good.” 9S says slightly saddened. He clenches his fist lightly.

“Well... I suppose we should back to the party huh?” He slowly gets off the balcony and begins to walk back to the ballroom.

“The Commander will start to wonder if we ditched YoR...huh?”

His hand was grabbed. A grip hard enough to not let him move. For a combat model like 2B, this was easy, and there’s no way a scanner model can beat a combat model in sheer strength.

“2...B...?”

Not saying a word. She comes closer, slowly loosening her grip on him. They’re staring at each other now. 2B slowly brings her hand up to caress 9S’ cheek. Her face slowly leans in. Closer and closer...

“Whoa is she actually going to--”

Lips. The gentle touch of her lips touched his. A kiss. A meaning of love and affection. Her forehead lightly touched his. Their hands now holding each other’s shoulders. This, this was bliss.

She slowly moved towards his ear and whispered.

“Thank you, Nines.” before moving back and laying another quick kiss on him.

She lets go of him before turning around walks back into the ballroom to meet the many screams of her fellow androids who were watching all of that go down through the clear glass windows.

9S still standing there dazed, finally came back to reality.

“Wait... did she call me Nines? W-WAIT 2B COME BACK! DOES THIS MEAN WE-”

The End.

[G]ifts

#nier automata #nier #fanfiction

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neuroticallymine-blog · 8 years

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A Casino’s Trickery

“And it’s a 36. Red.” says the dealer. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo...” exclaims a now distraught man. “Hm hmmmmmmmmm~. Well played I suppose.” the winner, a young man says reaping in his winnings. “YOU...YOU CHEATED. I SWEAR!” protests the man.

“I don’t know if it occurred to you, but I’m not the one rolling the ball. I suppose it was just fate that it landed on 36 once already. I think the term you’re looking for is lucky. Tough luck for you buddy.” he says as he stares at the coin he’s rolling in his hand.

“YOU’RE THE DEVIL.... THE. DEVIL.”

A glint of light in the young man’s eyes awakens him from his nonchalant nature.

“Yes.... I AM...’

He drops the coin on the roulette table and puts arms out simulating a god looking over his creation. ‘AND WELCOME TO MY PLAYGROUND...” A sinister smirk emerges from him. The man takes a step back in fear eyeing the so called Devil once over. A young man, short blonde hair, blue eyes as deep as the ocean, wearing a striped yellow dress shirt, under a black suit vest, with a white scarf loosely wrapped around the collar. Just before he finishes analyzing the enemy, the young man reaches for the last thing on his person, a black fedora with a yellow ribbon perfectly fitted on. He stands up and expresses and exaggerated bow.

“’Til next we meet. I do hope for for next time you enter my playground, you do come prepared. Hahahaha! Now please, save whatever dignity you have left and leave before security takes notice.”

“TCH... What is your name....”

“It’s...

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A roar of cheers erupts from the Craps table.

“Hey what’s all the screaming about?”

“Hm? Oh you don’t know? The Eleven is playing.”

“The Eleven?” the man asked. “Yeah. That woman right there, the shooter. She’s The Eleven.”

The two spectators eye her down carefully. A young blonde woman, with deep ocean blue eyes. She has a thin, somewhat revealing black and yellow dress. Spaghetti straps with a thin black chest piece that’ll make an man go gaga for, coupled with a yellow teacup skirt trimmed with black. A black feather boa covers her to make the needy eye want to see more.

“Why is she called that?”

“I don’t know what kind of luck she was born with, but she always gets an 11 on her first roll.”

“No way. That’s impossible.”

“I know, and that’s why she’s called The Eleven. And she’s an eleven if you know what I’m talkin’ about.’ he winks and nudges him. ‘But yeah, her and the Demon of the Roulette Wheel pretty much run this place, they’re winning is impeccable. They’re called the Devil’s Favourite Gamblers”

“I could take them.”

Silence. The young woman turned towards the words. She turns her head toward the dealer. “Resign.”

The audience gasp. The dealer counts the money quickly and prints a ticket to give to the woman. As soon as she received the ticket, she slowly walks towards the two.

“My. Oh my. Now which one of you two fine gentleman said that they could take me on?” she asks in a sweet tone.

Intimidated, they don’t say a thing.

“Hmmm hmmmm~ come on don’t be shy. I’ll gladly take you on.”

Taking a deep breath, one of them steps up. “It was me. You may call me, Kaito.”

“Well then Kaito, you can call me The Eleven, as everyone likes to call me.” she smiles wickedly. “How about we play a different game, a game of skill.”

“Anything with a moderate stimulus is fine with me. What shall we play?”

“How about a game of Poker?”

“Poker you say?” a mysterious voice asks. “Count me in.”

The audience gasps loudly.

“Well. Well. If it isn’t the Demon of the Roulette Wheel.”

“At your service.” The young blonde man takes off his hat and bows.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing the Demon out of his dungeon?” he asks visibly annoyed. “Oh nothing. I just heard from a little bird that there was a ruckus at the Craps table and wanted to see what is happening. But, now that I know.... How about we raise the stakes a bit, hmmmm?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“A couple’s bout.”

“Huh?”

“It’s quite simple. Us, the Devil’s Favourite Gamblers, versus you and a person of your choosing. Best of 3 rounds in Five-Ace Poker. Whichever side has the higher hand wins the game.”

“Tch...Agreed. This way I’ll rid you both at the same time!”

“Fu-fu. You seem to not understand....” says the Eleven. “We run this place...”

“But since you’re so determined. We’ll give you a shot. Now, who would like to volunteer to help Mr. Kaito win it all?”

The audience mutters to themselves. “Hm? No one? Come now surely there’s someone that would love to kick us out of-”

“I’ll join.”

“A twin ponytail female walks through the crowd.” “Ah, good we have a volunteer! And your name Miss?” asks the young man. “You may call me Miku.” she says confidently. Another young woman. She’s dressed as what looks to be a modernized black and blue Qipao, an Asian style dress.

“Right then Ms. Miku, you understand the rules of the contest? Best of 3 rounds, Five-Ace Poker.”

She nods.

“Well then... I think you know what time it is my dearest Eleven.” “Yes I do believe I do.”

They both throw their neck-wear into the air and theatrically spin in unison before catching their opposite’s article of clothing. They stand back to back and put their arm closest to their opponent towards them. “IT’S SHOW TIME.”

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neuroticallymine-blog · 8 years

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Yin Datsu Ch.1: War

April 17th. 2047

“My liege, we have heard messages from multiple outposts from Hong Kong that the Japanese are waging upon civil war!”

“Ohhhhh~ is that so Commander? Well then... shall we disembark for the land of the rising sun?”

“As you wish my liege, my men are ready and are at your disposal.”

“Tsk tsk. Now Commander, have I not told you before to think higher of your men? They are mine as well~ and I think no man is expendable.’

He pauses. “A man who serves his country and dies on the battlefield with chivalry and dignity. Would you not agree that is a valiant way to die, dearest Dalton?”

“Y-yes, forgive me for speaking my liege!!”

He bows begging for forgiveness. “Now now, I’ll have no room for that. Head held up high! We will conquer that defenseless country in due time. I’d enjoy watching them squirm when we land. Ready your men, however let’s take the scenic route this time Dalton. I’d very much like to travel the sea and remember how blue it is...’

He cracks a sinister smile.

‘Before I turn it a crimson red~~~”

* * * *

At the Same Time

The sun felt warm upon Yin’s skin, who is relaxing on the front porch having returned from school. It is quite the trek for Yin having to walk several kilometers everyday, regardless of weather. Though he doesn’t see it as a hindrance, it’s good exercise or as his father tells him ‘It builds a good character’. He rolls his eyes at the thought. He leans back against a pillar and closes his eyes.

The surrounding area is quiet and the air is still. You could hear a fly buzzing from a mile away. Though the sound of wooden sandals breaks the silence. The front door opens and out pops Kashin. Raising an eyebrow he asks.

“Finished all your homework?”

“I did, most of it was done at school.”

“I see. Have you done any practicing with your sword?”

“A little bit, mostly on guarding and diving lunges. You’ve been telling me to practice a lot more now. Is there something coming up? A tournament?”

Kashin grimaces. He walks to a nearby pillar and lowers himself to the ground.

“Yin there is something you need to know about... and unfortunately it is not good news.”

“Mmm? What is it?”

Kashin cringes and takes a deep breath.

“The country is not in a good place currently. As you may already know from school, but recently the daimyo has been assassinated and we are not sure who committed the heinous crime. This has created political instability with the other shoguns... and we are possibly at the point where we are to be... at war.”

“War? But what does this mean for us? What do we do?”

Kashin clenches his fist at his response.

“Yin, you are 18 now... And under the law of the shogun, once you reach that age and if are to be called by the shogun to fight, then we have no choice but to. It pains me to see such petty matters are being brought into your generation... I thought everything was set and done for, and that we could live peaceful lives.”

Kashin’s fist clench harder in anger.

“Dad, it is okay. I am ready to serve, I am ready to fight, whenever it may be. In the name of honor, justice and truth, I will fight. We cannot stop these matters with just mere words. To stop the fight, we must fight!”

Kashin releases his vice grip on his fist and rises from his pillar. He gives a wry smile.

“You are a fine warrior, well, of course you are. You are my son. But it is every parent’s nightmare to see their children fight in war. Anyway, clean yourself up and grab your brother and sister, dinner will be ready soon.”

“Yes Dad.”

Without missing a beat, Kashin walks back into the house and closes the door.

“War huh....”

Yin pulls out the rainbow colored sword out from the thin metal sheath that Yamura crafted for him. He thinks back to what the blacksmith told him;

“ For your father, while fighting the sword ‘spoke’ to him and your father repeated the incantation needed to summon this power. “

“So you speak to me huh? Wanna tell me what the incantation is?”

No response.

“Yeah... I didn’t think so either...Guess I should probably go grab Yahi and Yuuko.”

He sheathes his sword and stands up. He dusts himself off and walks back into the house, closing the door.

* * * *

May 12th, 2047

Kashin looks out longingly at the rich, fertile fields that surround his house, only to see a small speck in the distance creating a dust cloud. It’s getting closer.

“What in the---”

Before he could finish his sentence. He realizes it’s a villager running for dear life. Kashin raises and eyebrow before stepping towards the sidewalk. The villager continues running before skidding to a halt in front of Kashin. He is gasping for breath. He falls under the weight of himself and drops to his knees.

“What ails you? Did something happen?”

The villager speaks while huffing and puffing.

“Weeee---- the village----- need-----”

“Take a deep breath. Calm down, and speak again. I did not understand a thing.”

The villager takes in a couple of very long, controlled breaths before speaking.

“Kashin, I come bearing terrible news. The villages to the North East and the South West have been attacked!”

“WHAT?!?”

Shocked by this discovery, Kashin clenches his fist.

“What is their last known status?!?”

“...Ah...’ He looks pensive.

‘Completely destroyed...”

Kashin’s eyes widened. In anger and fearing for the worst.

“Alert the entire village. Tell them be prepared to evacuate. Make sure the mayor remains calm, he gets very anxious when bad events happen. Also make sure our horses and carriages are in working order...I will alert the soldiers.”

“Yes! Right away!” he runs towards the village square.

“Tchhh....’ he scowls angrily.

‘I see... so they have made their move. Damn... I wanted to believe those numb skulls could talk it over... But, I suppose there is never a hope for that. I must accept the facts once again...’

He looks up to the sunset-lit sky.

‘We are at War...”

May 13th, 2047

The morning sun rose from the east like it always does. The sun is supposed to symbolize warmth, happiness and joy, but to the opposite sides of the compass for this lone village, word has it that they have been destroyed. Kashin does not take this lightly, and gathers as many soldiers as he can to the village square. “Everyone, I would like to thank you all for coming here in such a state of confusion. Now I understand some of you are confused on why you have been summoned, but let me assure you, that it is not without dire reason.’

The villagers remain quiet and stare blankly at Kashin.

‘I have heard several reports from last night that the village, to the North East. Hinwada and the village to the South West, Torada have been ravaged. We do not know the current status of the villages, nor who’s the one destroying the villages. However, we must be ready for anything. We are at war, and we must fight to protect those that are near and dear to us. Arm your swords and ready your belongings. This is not a large village and our numbers are quite small, so be ready to defend yourselves and move to neighboring villages.”

Kashin pauses, which leads to the soldiers, possibly 300 at most, begin to panic and yell. Kashin eyeballs some of the older folk in the audience. Comrades from the last war. Age has hit them harder than any sword has, but there was no time to complain. Kashin looks towards the ground, still trying to deny the possibility of war, and that this was all one big nightmare that he’d wake up from.

“I am sorry everyone. The time for peace.... is over. This is a war, we must fight. Not only for ourselves, but we must serve the shogun. We will fight, we will survive, persevere and rebuild. WE. ARE. WARRIORS.’

The panic has calmed and replaced with heroic pride.

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Kashin cracks a smile.

“WE. WILL. SURVIVE.”

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“WE WILL FIGHT TO PROTECT BECAUSE WE. ARE. SAMURAI!!!”

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

To put icing on the motivational cake, Kashin unsheathes Senjiku, and raises it in the air.

“TO ARMS MEN. PREPARE YOUR WEAPONS AND HORSES. THIS VILLAGE WE CALL HOME, MAY FALL IF WE STAY. WE MUST EVACUATE FOR THE SAKE OF OUR LIVES. WE SHALL MOVE TO THE SOUTH WEST TOWARDS THE WATER AT DAY BREAK TWO DAYS FROM NOW. AM I CLEAR?”

The soldiers stand straight up and in unpracticed unison.

“YES SIR!”

The soldiers walk off in their respective paths and the crowd begins to disperse. Kashin takes a deep breath, regathering his composure. Soon enough before he treks off, Yin shows up wearing his usual black and white yukata.

“Hi Dad.”

“Yin? Why are you here so early? Don’t you have school?”

“School has been cancelled until further notice. They are not fooling around, this is war.... The email I have gotten and the news I’ve been seeing is saying that Shogun Yuran is responsible for at least the demolition of the neighboring villages. He has even admitted to it.”

“Yuran? Tch... He’s behind those attacks? Grrrr... that power hungry tyrant, you haven’t changed since the last war....”

“Dad what’s the plan? I am here to help.”

“We are to pack and head to the South East towards the water two days from now. We need to evacuate this village, I just hope nothing happens before then...”

“We will need to fight won’t we Dad?”

Kashin cringes at the thought.

“Yes... we will have to”

“I see. I will go tell the rest of the family then.”

With little to no facial expression, Yin walks back in the direction he came from, which leaves Kashin all to his lonesome.

“Yin, you have good resolve and that stone cold face is something that I commend you for, especially at a time like this. However, you do not yet know the pain of war yet. I wish you didn’t have to in this lifetime.”

May 14th, 2047

The air today is quiet, but eerie. There is a heavy atmosphere. The sounds of horses neighing and the clattering of items being put into carriages. The Datsu family followed by carefully putting items into their carriage.

“Remember to only take what’s necessary; food, clothing, hygiene.”

Kashin being the fatherly figure he is makes sure to what he says does not go to waste. Yin packed nothing more than his clothes, a couple of snacks he stashed away, and his I.M.S. (International Messaging System). He checks to see if there has been any advancements on the war.

“Anything?” asked Kashin.

Yin scrolls through with his index finger.

“Hmmmm... the northern regions are ripping each others heads off essentially. The Umiga shogun is showing no mercy and is making advances from where he currently is; at the water to the very North West. He’s going directly East by the looks of it.”

“I see... Anything near our region?”

“Ahhh..... Nothing from what I can see yet. I suppose we continue going on with the plan.”

“Right.” agrees Kashin.

As Yin puts down his clothes and jumps off the carriage, his mother Yukikio emerges from the house, many clothes in hand.

“Ah.... Let me get that for you Mom.”

“Ahhh... Thank you sweetheart.” says Yukiko in a sweet tone.

The mountain of clothes blocks Yin’s vision, but luckily for him he wasn’t far from the carriage. Kashin sees the large amount and speaks up.

“Yukiko, is that really necessary? That many pieces of clothing?”

Yukiko crosses her arms, puffs up her cheeks and looks away from Kashin.

“I see someone doesn’t want his own wife to look beautiful, hmph!”

“W-wha---- No it’s not that! You were just- with some clothes I---- YIN, help me out here!”

Kashin commands.

“Huuuuuuhh??? Sorry what? I’m busy putting away my stuff in this carriage with blocks out all sound!”

He says visibly walking deeper into the carriage.

“WHY YOU LITTLE....THIS WAR WILL FEEL LIKE NOTHING WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!!” Kashin says while challenging him.

Yukiko giggles which in turn calms him down. Kashin sighs.

“Okay I guess the clothes are okay, but please no more.The kids need room to sit as well.” he gives a defeated grin.

She pecks him on the lips.

“Okay~”

They hold one another.

“We got this house after the last war... It’s a shame we have to say goodbye to it.” Yukiko says in a depressed tone.

“Yes...we thought we finally have reached peace, but I suppose that was wishful thinking. Still, I’m happy that we had it and shared many memories in there.”

He holds her tighter while planting a kiss on her head. He turns towards the carriage.

“THAT’S WHERE YOU WERE BORN YIN. ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT IN DETAIL.”

“SPARE ME. I THINK I’D RATHER WISH FOR THE WAR.” says Yin, voice somewhat muffled from the carriage.

He chuckles.

“Okay, let’s finish packing. We move at the break of dawn.”

May 15th, 2047

The break of dawn strikes the horizon and the entire village respectively on horseback or in their carriages. The mayor of the village and Kashin are on horseback taking the front line.

“Is everyone here and accounted for?” asked the mayor.

“Yes I believe so.”

“Then let us set off.”

“Will this be the safest course of action, Kashin?”

“Right now we are fleeing to another village by the water, to help reinforce them as well as them giving us shelter. The trek should not take longer than a couple of days.”

“Mmmm.. I see. Well I trust your judgement so please lead the way.”

“As you wish Mayor.”

With that Kashin takes the lead and the horses begin trotting to the South East direction, taking a main dirt path. The long line of horse and carriage follow. Inside one of them shelters the Datsu family. Yahi and Yukiko are asleep in the carriage while Yin and Yuuko are on the two horses pushing it. Yin stretches and lets a big yawn slip.

“Geez you should really stop doing that, Yin.”

“Doing what?”

“Yawning with your mouth open. You already know that it’s bad manners, and Mom already gave you lessons on that.” she says while grinning slyly.

“Oh come on. It’s not like that she’ll notic---- ow. What the?”

A small pebble hits the back of Yin’s head. He sheepishly turns around to see Yukiko gawking at him with one eye closed. A little freaked out he immediately turns back around and looks ahead.

“S-she knows...”

“Hahahahahaa~~~ that’s what I th--thoouaawwwwwwwwwwt~~~” Yuuko lets out a near identical yawn to Yin’s. No mouth covered.

Yin turns around fully expecting a rock being thrown at his sister but there Yukiko was passed out cold. Yin cringes at the lack of rock throwing.

“I sense a conspiracy here.....”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Yin.”

“Grrrrr...”

The sixteen year old girl giggles to herself. As she fixes her long, straight hair that went down to her back.

The first few hours go without a hitch. Kashin slows down as he sees a body of water.

“We will take a break for now and let the horses rest. Feel free to take some water as well. If anyone needs filtration tablets, do ask me.”

He gets off his horse and immediately walks towards his family’s carriage. When he arrives he raises and eyebrow. He sees Yuuko sitting sideways on the horse. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Little Yahi is poking his head from the Carriage. Still nothing weird. Then he turns his head over to Yin, whose chin is on top of the horse’s head. Yin opens his mouth wide and and then slams it shut, like he’s trying to beat the horse from the impact. He does it again, and again. Until the horse shook his head viciously which makes Yin lose his balance. In turn his chin slips and WHAM right into his face goes the horse’s long face.

“OWWWWW.” he hides face in pain.

“Bahahahahahaha. You idiot, what were you expecting to happen?”

“Shut up!” he bites back with a sharp tongue.

“Seems like everything is fine here.” Kashin remarks.

“Tch... Yeah. Ow.... Everything’s fine here Dad. Mom’s still asleep in the carriage.”

“Mmmmm. I see. Well make sure everything’s fine over here. Especially the horses. Wouldn’t want them to be annoyed now would we?” he teasingly stares at Yin.

“I sense that message was rather direct....”

“Not at all.” A sly smile enters Kashin’s face. “I’m going to see how the other villagers are doing, so I will see you soon.” Kashin waves and continues his rounds.

“Well since we have a little bit of a break. How about we stretch our legs, and have a bit of a spar?” asks Yuuko.

“Mmmm? Yeah sure. Ah, but I forgot to put our bokken in the carriage.”

Yuuko heaves a sigh.

“Hey what’s that over there?” she points to the left making him look away from her.

“Over whe---- OWWWWW.” Before he could finish his question, a wooden bokken smacks into Yin’s skull.

“WHAT IS WITH EVERYONE AND HITTING MY HEAD.”

The horse grunts with comedic timing.

“OH DON’T YOU START!”

“HAHAHAHAHA! Oh man, where would you be without me?”

“In a place where I don’t get blunt force trauma to the head...” he grumbles.

“Oh, quit complaining and come on.” She hops off the horse and heads to the open plain beside the lake where the horses are grazing.

Yin hops off the horse and picks the bokken off the ground. He walks to the flat plain. They both walk a couple of steps back. They ready their swords. Yuuko in a kendo stance with the blade straight in front while Yin puts his by his knee.

“Ready?” asks Yuuko.

He nods.

“Go!” says both of them.

Yin dashes towards Yuuko. Yuuko stays in place waiting for him to strike. He grips his weapon harder and preps to swing.

“Mmm? Head on? Come on Yin that won’t wo---- Where’d he go!?”

Her prediction was wrong, Yin like a flash of light vanished and goes for the her blind spot, behind her back. He goes in with thunderous might, but before blade meets body, it is interrupted by Yuuko’s bokken. Her body did not change positions, only her blade and armss. Yuuko literally just reached backwards and blocked a blow from the blindest spot a human has.

“Wha---” Yin says shocked.

“That was really close... half a tick later and you would’ve won.” she jumps and backflips over her brother, removing her sword from the block and resetting the spar.

“Tch...” he grits his teeth.

“Man... I was close there... If it was anybody else I would’ve won easily. But no, not with her. Yuuko despite looking like a doll has two things on top of me. Strength and Perception. She’s real analytical, which when we were young would always beat me in spars. But, thanks to her I get something that can trump that. Heightened Instinct and Speed. Strength is nothing if you cannot make contact... So if I...” He thinks to himself.

“Come on Yin, is that all you got?”

“That was way to close... I honestly thought I was going to lose there. How did he get so quick? Grrr... it doesn’t matter just focus. He’s faster, but I can predict his moves... Just relax and wait until he goes too far...Then...” She thinks.

“Haaaaaaahhhhh!!!!” Yin roars while charging in for another attack.

“Eh? I’m not gunna fall for another fast trick like that again Yin!”

He grins and swings to the side, hitting from head on.

“Huh?” she says under her breath.

Before she could voice out her opinion, Yin goes in with constant side strikes, holding her down to a blocking position. Side to side Yuuko blocks. Without as much as a missed beat, Yin changes up tactics and goes for an over head strike. Yuuko panics but manages to block the strike, barely. She puts one of her hands on the blade part of the bokken to make secure a the block. Her knees bent.

“Heh...” Yin says quietly.

Again before Yuuko could speak a single word, Yin spins taking the sword with him and goes for an unexpected side strike which Yuuko blocks just centimeters before it makes impact with her body, the momentum the sword was blocked makes Yin spin again in the opposite direction. Yuuko blocks again. Another onslaught of side strikes, bu Yin looks like a spinning top at this point. But then Yuuko notices Yin’s arms changing formation.

“Over head strike... I have you now!”

Determined Yuuko braced for the overhead strike, and it went as predicted, almost. Yin front flipped and struck her at the same time. The tip of Yin’s bokken smoothly slid across Yuuko’s blade as Yin front flipped until he landed and his blade ended up under Yuuko’s. He puts tremendous amount of force on Yuuko’s shoulder making her yelp in pain and loosens her grip on her sword which in turn launches it into the air. The both turn to one another. Yin smiles and then throws his bokken sideways and immedately dashes, Yuuko catches it with little effort but was not prepared for the quickness of her brother. She blocks him with the side block, but instead of going forward, Yin launches himself upwards towards the bokken. He meets with it in the air, grasps it in his hand and spins for momentum, then throws the bokken like a ninja star. The added velocity makes it look like a speeding bullet towards Yuuko. She blocks the bokken but the speed and force of it knocks her off balance. Yin lands and dashes forward toward his sister. She braces for a frontal attack but all she sees is a cloud of dust. She takes half a step backwards, but before she could even complete it. Yin very gently karate chops her at the top of her head.

“That’s game.”

“W-wow...”

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Yin Datsu Prelude: The Color of Japan Cont.

He turns to Yamura. “I sense this is not the same metal you used for Senjiku.” Yamura crosses his arms and nods firmly. “What we have here is not steel at all. Instead. It is Titanium. It’s weight to density is much different to your sword. It’s purpose is to strike, not block. Your son has strength, but not to your caliber, Kashin. However, just looking at that your son does have something you lack, and that is speed. This is why a light one handed weapon would suit him better, swift yet deadly.” Kashin nods in agreement. He cracks a grin. “You now have a sword to call your own, Yin. Please thank Yamura for all his hard work.” Yin gets on his knees and bows his head. “Thank you for all you have done sir!” he shouts. The old man picks his ear.

“Eh??? Sorry what was that, I didn’t hear ya.” he announces teasingly. WHAM Suddenly Yamura’s head begins swelling cartoonishly where Kashin struck him. “EHHHHH!?!? HOW DARE YOU STRIKE A LEGEND LIKE MYSELF WITH SUCH BARBARIC NATURE, APOLOGIZE!!!” “What he meant to say was, ‘it was no real problem.’ Isn’t that right ‘LEGENDARY BLACKSMITH’?” Kashin clenches his fist and gives a devilish grin. Wanting to avoid another slobber knocker like that, Yamura nods rapidly. Kashin laughs. “Alright son, go on and practice your technique with your new sword. You must master it, before it masters you hahahahaha.” “Right!” Yin runs off into the fields nearby.

* * * *

He sees off his son and immediately turns to Yamura, with a grim look on his face. “You came here with a reason, Yamura’ he puts his hands behind his back. ‘I take it that the shoguns are arguing once again...” Rubbing his sore head, Yamura nods in agreement. “It is unfortunate to say, but the politics behind finding the next daimyo is not easy, especially following the assassination of our last one, but you already knew that. Still there hasn’t been any leads on who’s ruling it was to lead to the assassination. Town to town, it’s all been different accusations. Soon everything will escalate. We will be at war once more Kashin. And I fear, we will not make it this time. “’She (the country)’ might not make it. This is why I put this sword on your son. He is a mirror image of you. A lot less thick headed though, but just as stubborn. He might just be our only hope, if you are to fall.” “Yes... you are right. I am not the same warrior I was, Yamura. Age has weakened me, but that will not stop me from showing them what is right.” Yamura heaves a sigh. “Pig headed as always. Be ready Kashin, by the look of things, war will rain havoc soon. Alert the villagers to be cautious leaving for neighboring towns. Word has spread, and the people are not happy. I must be going now, I will return to the mountain to continue my works.” “You can’t lie to me old man... You know how this will end.’ He clenches his fist but cracks a smile, while fighting back tears. ‘I will try and visit regularly, and maybe drop incense and Yukiko’s orchids, since you love them so much.” Yamura closes his eyes and heaves a sigh.

“You are still such a child Kashin. But, you know this as well as I do. We will not make it, but I will die in the way of a commoner, you in the way of the warrior. You have done very well for yourself. A beautiful wife, 3 children, a place you can call home. A diligent warrior, with sword skills that could rival God himself. Yet, you will forever have one flaw. You are knowledgeable, but you give too much away on pure emotion, like you are now. Your fight is not over yet, but for me; I have lived many moons, survived many wars, and created many a sword of which to fight with. Kashin, I have done enough. It is time. Mind if I take a couple of orchids with me?” Kashin, visibly sobbing, nods while wiping his snot onto his sleeve. The old blacksmith sheepishly kneels and plucks a couple of orchids out from the ground. He sniffs the orchids and gives a relieved sigh. He looks up to the sky.

“I will remember this smell. The smell of clean air, the smell of peace, harmony and happiness. Give my regards to Yukiko and say that the old man will remember what you have given him. I must get going now, but before I do...”

“YIN! COME HERE!” Yin’s head perks up to the sound mid swing of his sword. He rushes towards the blacksmith. “Kashin. You better go inside, I know how much pride you have, you’d rather not let him see you cry. Take care Kashin. I will see you in the next life.” Kashin, still very teary eyed, turns towards the blacksmith and bows deeply. Yamura puts out his arm and---

boop. A light punch to the head. “Now we are even. Hehehe. Now get going. You have much to prepare.” Kashin reluctantly walks back into the house. Yin arrives with sweat dripping down his forehead. “You called Master Blacksmith?” “Yes I did. I will be heading back to the mountain now. But before I do I need to tell you something about your sword. Imbued in that sword, is something... otherworldly, a hidden power if you will. Like Senjiku, there is something there. For your father, while fighting the sword ‘spoke’ to him and your father repeated the incantation needed to summon this power. I assume Niji is no different. I do not know what the incantation is, that is something for you to discover out on your own.”

Yin stands there, completely confused on the explanation that was just given to him. “You will find out soon enough. I must get going now. Remember, you are your father’s legacy. Show dignity and honor, always. And never forget to keep color in this world. Take care young one.” “Y-yes! It was an honor meeting you! Thank you for everything!”

He bows deeply as the old man hops onto his bull. He looks down at the young boy and cracks a smile. The bull trots off the yard and onto a small dirt road. Kashin looks outwards from the front window. “Take care old man...You were like a Dad to me.” “Papa, let’s play!”

Out from a corner, comes little Yahi, Yin’s 6 year old little brother. She has a small ball in her hands and bounces it towards Kashin. He turns his head and smiles at her.

“Okay Yako, let’s play!” He picks up the ball and him in tow. He takes him to the front of the house, sits down cross legged and bounces the ball back to him. He picks up the ball and bounces it back. As time went on, with each bounce, Kashin grew deeper in thought. War is emerging yet again. There hasn’t been a civil war in 20 years, and only now are people barely prospering from this time of peace. He has to fight yet again... But he knows that he’s not the same warrior he once was. Yin being only 18, his sister Yuuko 16, and little brother only 6, they have not been through the hardships of war. They have not experienced what it’s like to lose someone near and dear. No parent wants their kids to go through the trials and tribulations of war, let alone at such a young age.

The ball soon hits him square in the nose. Yahi laughs and points a finger at him.

“Hahaaha, Papa got booped!”

He smiled, and rose from his seat. “Okay Yahi, that’s enough for now. Papa is tired. Go ask Mama what’s for dinner.” “Otay!” he scurries off.

Kashin turns around to see Yin continue to work his technique. His eyes flicker when he sees small waves of energy surge from the sword. He thinks back when he found out Senjiku did something similar. Ripples of energy... The ripples begin to strengthen and become more visible with every swing, as if responding to the strike. Kashin leans against a pillar and closes his eyes. “You have the skills of a warrior son, but I know we both understand that you do not have the heart, at least not yet. When war comes, you will be forced to have one... And right now, I apologize in advance. For bringing old problems from a previous generation into yours...” “You will be ready, you have to be.”

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Yin Datsu Prelude: The Colour of Japan

Born into a bloodline of known Ninjas and Samurai, Yin has experienced it all. The experience of growing up, the warmth of family, the peacefulness of his home...but on the hand, he has felt the pain of loss, the coldness of bloodshed, and chaos of war... Now at the young age of 18, he is forced into the life of a warrior. His parents killed in front of him from civil war. His siblings; a younger brother and sister, kidnapped, not heard from for months. With a civil war still in its infancy, he has no choice, but to uphold honour and fight. * * * * In the fantasy world of a Feudal Futuristic Japan, Yin sets upon a journey. For what reason? He may not know. Avenge the parents, find his lost siblings, self discovery... hard to tell. With nothing but garb and light armor, crafted by his artisan mother, Yukiko, a short bow laced in black feathers crafted by his father, Kashin, made especially for quick assassinations as well as camouflage, and a katana that has been handed down generation through generation. A sword known for it’s un-wavering slashing abilities and reputation for destroying opponents’ swords, the people call it; “Senjiku the Sword Eater.” Of course every samurai walks with two swords. But when Yin’s village was pillaged, the opposing army stole Senjiku’s brother “Yamata the Blood Curser.”, a simple poke that made skin contact could kill a man due to it’s unfathomably deadly poison and neuro-toxins that is oiled on before battle. A Datsu family secret. Though with his family missing and dead, that secret might just be a little harder to retrieve. Though back to the Yin’s second sword. One day a legendary blacksmith entered the village. His name, Yamura echoed across the mountains. An old man, but a talent like no other, looked at the Datsu family and greeted then kindly. He took a liking to them and was offered lodging for his stay for which he gladly accepted. Over the days, Yamura took a liking to Yin and his family. He took Yin aside and offered to make him a sword. Yin is a very soft spoken boy, of course he can’t say no, but he questioned if the blacksmith was certain. He gave a laugh only a grizzly old man can do. He spoke in a very calm manner with eyes of wisdom. “My dear boy, there will come a day when this country will only see in black and white, and I bequeath to you a sword that will bring the color back.” Confused like anyone else would be, Yin did not get a single word the blacksmith said. Again the Yamura chuckled and waddled towards his bull of which was resting nearby. He pulls out a stone. A colorful odd stone. “What is that stone?” asks Yin. “You need not know of the stone’s origin, but the result it will give.” “Then what will it do?” “Bring color back to this country.” Without missing a beat, the blacksmith walks towards the Datsu’s forge. “You will see what I mean come the dawn of tomorrow. Now grab this old man some sake and rice would you?” He gives a heckling chuckle and waves off the young boy. Yin bows and does as he is told. Nothing but thoughts of what just transpired run rampant in his head. The sun begins to slowly fall behind the mountain lines. He delivers the nourishment to the blacksmith silently as he continues to stare at the forge now burning hot. As he sets down the food and drink, Yin makes an executive decision to remain with the blacksmith. He sits on the ground and idly watches the blacksmith monitor the stone. The sun can no longer be seen and the shadows slowly creep in. It’s getting late now. The blacksmith has not moved a muscle in hours. Yin still sitting wonders how he does it. As he thinks that. Tiredness hits the young boy right across the face. He fights to keep his eyes open, but alas fatigue is a fight no one can win against. He drifts off to sleep, falling sideways with a rather loud thud. “HEEHHH?!?!?” The old man turns around, and sees the sleeping boy and heaves a sigh. “It won’t be made any faster if you stay here... but never in my years has anyone stayed with me while making weaponry. You are an interesting one. Kashin raised you well...however...’ As he stares at the boy with a smile, he quickly gives a pensive look. ‘You have yet to experience pain... And I fear your path will be jaded for at least the first little bit. You will hold this sword to bring back color, but you yourself will need to be released of black and white. I hope you will realize it sooner rather than later.” The blacksmith rises from his post and quietly walks to his bull to pull out a blanket. He puts it above the young boy and simple plops on him. He goes back to his post. Yin is awoken by the sudden drop. “HUH?!? WHO’S A WHAT?” “Eh? You’re still here? Why aren’t you in your house?” “I wanted to stay here Master Blacksmith. Not for the making of the sword, but to perhaps see the master that is behind it all.” Yamura’s eyes widened. He gives another chuckle. “You are an odd one, but do as you will. I’m just an old man staring at a fire.” “No, you aren’t. There is a lot going in your mind. I am not sure what, for I have no knowledge of how to make a sword, but I know you’re thinking a lot more than just the sword itself.” “You seem to know a lot, but be careful with that knowledge, sooner or later it will come around to get you.” He says nonchalantly. “Yes I understand.” “Rest young one. You maybe the son of Kashin, but even he cannot battle fatigue. And he was the man that wielded both your family’s swords at the same time and fought for 3 days straight during the last war.” “Right I will.” Yin tucks himself under the blanket and drifts off to sleep on the cold hard ground yet again. “He still remains here... What a strange boy.” The Legendary Blacksmith cracks a smile. He turns around and grabs the rice that was left there several hours previous and dabbles in it while picking up small gingered vegetables for flavor. He takes all the sake in the cup in one gulp. Cup in hand, he stares at the stone that is still burning in the forge. Thus the night continued without a hint of noise. * * * * CLANK CLANK CLANK The sounds of metal being hit by a hammer was the alarm clock for the young Yin. He wakes up and stretches. He hones in on the sounds of the hammer making contact with the metal. To his right, Yamura skillfully working away on the colored stone. Yin gets off the ground and walks toward the blacksmith. “Ah so you do wake up!” The boy’s eye’s twitch at the comment but thought better than retaliating. He gave the joke no more thought and gave an exaggerated shrug in response. “I thought you wanted to see the sword being made, but you were so deep in sleep even a kick from my bull wouldn’t wake you up!”

He laughs whole heartedly, then continues hammering away. Yin looks down at the blade. His eyes widened. The color of the blade It’s tinted in several different colors. Blue, Purple, Green... the list goes on. He looked up and down the blade, but then he realized; “There’s isn’t a hilt guard?” The Blacksmith’s eyes gleam. “No young one. This sword is designed for swift strikes. This sword is much lighter than a katana but has the same power as one. It can wielded by one hand, so the speed at which you block, will only need the blade. Adding a hilt will only slow you down. You are Kashin’s son. Your way of the sword is practically unrivaled. Believe me, I can sense the aura of which you expel. Though it may not be as strong as your father’s yet, you need not fear it, you are still young. Your father was never this good at your age and I knew him since he was a young boy.” He gives another whole hearted laugh, until; “And to whom has the right to say I wasn’t a master at his age, hm?” Kashin emerges from the house. “AHHHHHHH!!!! K-K-KASHIN!!! Ahhahahaha... Well you know you were still very skilled and still formidable to even the grown ups at the time and and.....” The old man stumbles upon his words while Kashin gives a belly full of laughs. “Hahahaha, you see son. Even the Great Yamura fears me. But unfortunately he’s not wrong. I worked very hard to be where I am, however, you have a natural gift of being talented, and to learn techniques quicker than anyone I have ever taught. Though you are my son, I am not surprised. But with what I am surprised with is, you Yamura. You said his Aura is not as strong as mine. I object to that.” “Eh? What do you mean? You are doubting my judgement Kashin?” “Yes and No. Yamura, he is holding back.” “Hmmmmm, is that so?” And as the hammer strikes the anvil for the last time, Yamura rises up and sharpens the blade with quick but precision strokes on the nearby sharpening stone. “Then let us test out this sword and your son as well.” He gingerly walks towards Yin and hands him the sword. “I, Yamura, Blacksmith of Mount Fuji, bequeath this sword. To you Yin Datsu. May you only use this sword to uphold your honour and deliver divine justice in the name of Bushido.’ He bows. And presents Yin the sword. Yin bows and accepts the sword in tow. “I will name it. Niji the Sword of Rebirth.” “Niji? As in Rainbow? You never cease to amaze and confuse me about these sword names” Kashin snickers. Oh that struck a nerve. “WHY YOU INSOLENT LITTLE BRAT. YOU’RE LUCKY I EVEN MADE THOSE TWO SWORDS FOR YOU! YOU SHOULD FEEL GRATEFUL AND IN DEBT TO ME!!!” Kashin could not hold his laughter in any longer. He breaks down and laughs until you could see tears running down his face. The old blacksmith crosses his arms and grunts like a small child would when they wouldn’t get what they wanted. “Now then why don’t we test this sword, shall we?’

Yin nods eagerly.

‘Kashin, I suggest you get Senjiku for this bout.” “You really think this can withstand Senjiku? But, as you wish.” Kashin steps out for the moment, and quickly returns with a long katana unsheathed. “Senjiku....” Yin says under his breath. A long silver katana, shined to perfection, made from the finest steel on Mt. Fuji. Made by Yamura many moons ago. “Now Kashin, I want you to be his opponent.” Yin looks surprised. He’s versed his father in spars before, but never with real swords, let alone Senjiku. He’s only used Bokken in bouts. The thought of it makes him quiver. “Calm down young one. Your father knows better. He will go full force but he will not dare harm a single hair on your head.’

Taking a deep breath, Yin readies his newly forged sword. “Yin, this sword. I want you to wield it with one hand.” “Huh? Are you sure? But wouldn’t two hands be better to rival my father’s two hands?” “You will soon see. Just try it.” Heeding his demands, Yin changes his stance to one that fits a one handed sword. “Are you ready son?” asks Kashin. Yin nods. His muscles tighten in preparation. “Upon my clap.” CLAP The father and son dash at astronomical speeds towards one another. Kashin prepares to strike down Yin lowers his body and prepares to guard by swinging his sword upwards. The swords clash making a loud clinking noise, but the result. Kashin exasperated, looks at the situation he’s in. Senjiku has a reputation for destroying the opponent’s sword, unrivaled. Yet, here this sword has been stopped dead in it’s tracks by his son, with one hand. Yin has no visible facial expression of wavering. He is calm, and even more so, in control. Kashin jumps back. “Son try and attack me now. Do not hold back.” He nods. Yin sprints and leaps into the air and strikes down with thunderous might. Kashin raises his sword in a blocking position for hammer strike, sideways. The swords clash yet again. This time, it is Kashin who does give off a face of effort resisting the sword blow. His knees start shaking and bend. With one loud battle cry he pushes upwards and repels the attack. Yin flies into the air but lands gracefully, barely making a sound. Kashin’s breathing is irregular. Astounded by this development. He smiles. “You have made me proud son.”

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Alone (Oneshot)

*Beep beep beep beep*

I wake up.

7:50 A.M. Ugh 5 more minutes... Maybe 10. Snooze. *Beep beep beep beep* Ugh shut up... 10 more minutes.... Snooze. *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEPP* OKAY I GET IT.... I’m up.... Alarm off. I heave a sigh. Another day... I get off the bed. Scrape the sand off my eye That the sandman left The Previous Night I put on socks The marble tiles are cold. 8:12... I walk to the bathroom Brush my ugly teeth Do my business. Back to the room.

8:15... Better get a move on. I wake up my dog. He gives the puppy eyes. “Why do you have to leave?” I don’t know either... But something tells me I have to. 8:20... I let the dog out. He’s happy. Does his business. I call him to me. I open the basement door. Say hi to my Dad. He asks if the dog went. I say yes. I chat idly for a couple of minutes Then say my goodbyes. 8:25... Onward to the bus. The clouds aren’t friendly. Time to speed walk. Made to the stop. Forgot umbrella.... Phone, Weather network.... 80% chance of rain.... shit. 8:30 Bit of a lineup going in, But I made it. It’s a long bus ride. Check the phone, See how exciting other people’s Lives are. Oh look. She got a new dress. cool. I turn on my music. It’s the same old stuff. But it’s listenable. I should probably update. But there’s never a right song For moments like these. 8:45 More than halfway there... It’s still agonizingly slow sometimes. My textbooks feel heavier today. Ugh I should’ve left some at home. Maybe I should’ve stayed home. I yawn. I stretch my hands out. The feeling of Carpal Tunnel Feels all too real. I crack my neck. Ow. I was expecting one. Got three. 8:52... Made it. The campus bus stop. Crowded as all hell. I’m usually the last to get off. Class starts soon. But it’s just a 2 minute walk. No time for coffee this time around... darn. The class room is relatively empty. I take my seat. Few rows down. Close to the door. 8:59... It’s much more crowded now... 200 people. Packed together into one place.. It’s quiet as the prof walks in. Not my kind of party. I crack open my laptop. I have the notes open on one side. Facebook on the other. And a card game. 9:20... Oh my god... Just shut up already... How can you be this exuberant... I want to shoot the person to my left... He kinda looks like wants to do the same... I quickly raise my eyebrow... He does the same. Even though we wanna kill each other. We are “friends”. It’s just too early for this. damn. 9:25 I gesture to the right of me. Girl. Cute. I give a fake smile. I message him on Facebook. Get her coffee. He rolls his eyes. I do the same. What a wuss. The class goes on quietly. 9:50... That’s one class done... Excuse while I stay in the same class. Students begin leaving. It’s getting empty again... empty. 10:00... So it begins again... 11:00... And again... 12:00... And again.... 1:00 And again...... 1:50... I’m done for the day. No breaks between classes suck. But at least I’m off early. Coffee? Not really in the mood anymore. Hungry? No. I don’t really eat. Just 1 meal is good enough for me. haha. 1:55... I don’t like being on campus When I don’t have to. I feel more at ease When I leave. The bus is empty this time. I can actually sit down. The notes I’ve written. Eh.... I’ll read them eventually. I already did my homework for half my classes, In other classes. Aren’t I a model student... great. 2:20... I’m so tired... But I can’t nap. It’s a shame. My mind is tired. I wish coffee would wake me up. Maybe I should get one... Nah I have tea. Like 20 different types. Plus you’re a Uni student You can’t just throw money around. stupid. 2:30 Oh hey the bus stopped. Man how long has it been? Where was I even? I think everything’s getting to me. grand. Let’s just go home... Yeah. “Home” 2:38 I walked a bit slower today.. Man there’s something wrong With me. I drop my bag on the ground. Turn on the computer. Go downstairs. Open up the basement. Greeted by my dog. At least he’s happy to see me. I give him the pets. Tell him to go upstairs. He races me up the steps. Unfair. You get the head start. I fill the food bowl With his favourite food. 2:43... Now what...? I’m not in the mood to open Photoshop. man... It’s been 3 weeks of no edits... Come on get in the game... I’ll just watch Youtube To pass the time. I might learn a thing or two. Back to Facebook. Oh hey another Donald Trump article. Blah blah Walls. Blah blah China blah. Blah blah Hillary. awesome. 4:45 I’ve done nothing... Oh hey Mom’s home. No I’m not hungry. Yeah I know I look pale. I’ll take my vitamins. I never do. Not because I don’t want to. I just feel like it. Yeah yeah I know. Health blah blah. spare me. 6:30... I can hear talking from the basement. Viet people I swear... It’s either turn on the speaker To 11 Or Nothing at all. Maybe I’ll crack open a game. Hey Hearthstone. Ready to activate my trap card? Noobs. riveting... 8:00... Oh hey Dad’s going to work. I can hear the dog scream like a monkey. I feel more at ease when he’s not here. Yeah I know... But he’s not the easiest guy, To get along with. I’ve learned that no matter what I’m always wrong. Always... This is why I don’t speak my problems. I’m wrong. And it’s my fault. My solution. Hold it. Live with it. Be burdened by my own problems. 9:00 Oh hey friends are on. Let’s League. Pow pow. Get rekt! Oh we got rekt... Oh well. Always next time. If only... 12:00 A.M. Oh, it’s tomorrow. Maybe I should sleep soon. 1 more game. Hey we actually won for once. 1:15 Good job guys. I’ll see you later. And here I am again. alone. Sometimes. It all comes crashing in. All the problems. I don’t wanna speak out. It hurts my head. It even hurts to write it out. I’m not supposed to have problems. But I do. I brush my teeth. My dog’s already asleep. Don’t wake him up. I crawl into bed. I turn on my laptop. Plug in my earbuds. Put on some read through Of a Visual Novel or Book. I like listening to people talk. It takes away from the silent air, In my reality. I watch the minutes go by. I listen in on the novel. His voice, low tone, raspy, but nice voice. He can emote. I like this guy. 1:45 I hate insomnia, but whatever. It’s what I got. No, I don’t wanna take pills. I’ll deal with it naturally. Yes I know that’s pigheaded. I get it. The story deepens. Oh god... feels. “What if this was all for naught.” Yeah... “Look at me. Riddled in Problems.” Yeah... “Why... Am I like this...Born to be nothing but a nuisance.” Yeah.... Wow this is hitting real close to home. When something as simple as A few words on a screen Hit you with such impact... It hurts. It really does. sad. When you feel the worth Of yourself. none. When burdens is a life moto. Your creation was a mistake. And you know it. When you’ve been told that. When you were never planned. Sure I say it as a joke and don’t care But deep down. This is the hugest cut. I was never supposed to be here. I burden my own family. I burden my friends for existing, but they’ll never tell me that. But I know I do. 3:30... The thoughts of, You’re the worst. I hate you. Never exist. why. The warm embrace I long for... Not there. The warmth I get Is the tears that come from down my eyes. A river. The story goes on. “Yeah it’s time for me to----” My internet is cut out. The tears flow. The pain... Yes... this familiar feeling. Embrace me. You are here for me When the nights are cold. The shadows Of my own doubt Veil. You are there. Yes. I know. I am broken. But my shadows accepts that. And at night. That’s all I have. I close my eyes. I’m still crying. I put the blanket over my mouth. I scream. Yes. Let it out. You can’t speak your mind. But it’s not healthy to keep it in. Your glass already broke. Long ago. When the bottle fills. It doesn’t just leak. It pours. That’s right. Now. Sleep. It’s late. Your shadows will look over you. Yes... Because at the end of the day. I am nothing but. alone. Writer’s Note: Hey! Thanks for reading. This little thing I just wrote at the top of my head, but this does have some real life elements, that hit very close to home. Hahaha, it’s funny when I write stuff like this. Just need to enter a zone in my head that’s rarely touched, but it’s nice to dabble on sometimes, even if the subject matter is rather sad. Nonetheless, always know that people are there. Tomorrow will always be there if you’re there. If there’s a bad day that you’re having. Know it’s just momentary, there will always be a bad day for every good one and vice versa. Chin up. Tomorrow is a new day.

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Stagnation Ep 5: Brother Foxes

“OH HEY GOOD LOOKIN’ HOWSH IT GO--- Andrea?”

A rather intoxicated Ben looks down at the tearful Andrea. Confused he helps the broken woman up from the ground. “What are you doing here? And why the hell are you crying? What happened?” he asks. Her eyes shoot wide open, thinking back at the event that just transpired mere seconds before. The floodgates re-open as she lets out a wail that turned a couple of heads nearby. The club music still roared on into the night. Andrea sobs and throws herself into Ben’s chest. Acting on instinct alone, Ben’s arms wraps around her body. Still confused he asks again; “Andrea what the hell happened?” Still no words, only sobs of pain. One of her hands claws into his shirt while the other shot straight up at the private room of which the illicit Patrice presides. Ben looks in the vague direction. He may be intoxicated, but he slowly but two and two together, suddenly it clicked. “Oh no... He did not... Shit!” Ben thought to himself. He had a feeling Patrice may be meddling around with that alleged hot chick his bouncer friend said when they entered. Going on a whim, he tries to distract the distressed Andrea. “Andrea come with me. You needsh to sit down.” he slurred. He walks her over to the bar area. He waves the barkeep over. “Get her the sweetest most alcoholic drink you got for her. She’s had a bit of a bad day. Boss promoted some bimbo over her. It’s on me.” The bartender gives the A-OK and resumes his work. “Andrea, I’ll be right back okay? You stay here, please.” he pleads.

She nods and sniffs while slamming her head against the bar. Ben bolts up the staircase to what he thinks is Patrice’s room. He plugs one ear and presses the other against the door, trying to hone in on any sound from the other side. He looked stupid, but he was too drunk to care, also the idea of knocking on the door completely went over his head. Faintly, he heard sound from the other side. “OH GOD YES!! RIGHT THERE! OH~ AHHHH~ I’M CUMMING~~~” Ben immediately takes his ear off the door trying to understand what the FUCK he just heard. He leans in once more. “AHHH~ AHH~ OHHH MY GOD~ YES YES YES~ MORE~ AHHH~”

Again he takes his ear off the door. “Oh god... if that’s Patrice doing it to that chick, I gotta be honest I am one jealous mother fucker... Well third times the charm.”

One last time he leans. Only to hear nothing. “Huh?” *WHAM* Something crashes into the door which takes Ben aback. He goes for the door again only to hear constant banging on the other side of the door. “The fuck!?” he says shocked. His brain once again put the pieces of the puzzle together. He’s doing it with her right against the door. Moans erupted from the door. “Oh my god just-- AHHHH!!!” Ben starts arguing with himself in his head. “Do I knock and open the door... or not? Like I wanna know if it’s them right now... but if that is him... Bro’s code, gotta let him finish. GOD WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? HIS GIRLFRIEND’S DOWN THERE. WELL, I GUESS EX NOW, BUT WHATEVER! I GOTTA KNOW FOR SURE!” The banging from the door stopped. Slowly he motions for the door handle. “You’re so rough! Bad boy!” Jenna says lying on top of Patrice on the couch. She closes in for a kiss. “Excuse me, I was just giving the nurse what she wanted. If I remember correctly I’m not the one that was shouting ‘Oh yes, oh god more.’” he says teasingly. Jenna’s cheeks puffed up. She gently slaps him on the chest. “Psh...” her cheeks reddened. “That really was amazing though.” she says in a strong British accent. “That’s only because you were amazing. Not to mention you said I could cum into Britain. How could I say no to that?” He winked. “I didn’t think you actually would.” she says as she rubs her nether regions. “You know what’d happen if I-” A kiss. “I think you and I could handle it, ma cherie.” he says calmly and confidently. She smiles. “You know I’m not one to do this a lot, or at all even. I don’t know what it is about you, but I just needed you.” Jenna says shyly.

“Heh. Believe it or not I’m not one to do any of this either.” “I don’t believe that for a minute.” “It’s true I haven’t.” Patrice’s waist had white liquid on him. Jenna looks and notices the problem. She slides her way down to his crotch area and gently caresses his still erected manhood. “Wouldn’t want any of this to go waste now would we, love?” she asks playfully. “No. No we wouldn’t.” he says as he cocks back his neck into the couch cushion. Jenna slowly licks his waist line picking up the white cream before moving towards his schlong. She teases him by letting the liquid fall on it. “Excuse me, but I don’t remember having a dirty nurse on the job.” Patrice says pretending a stern voice. A soft giggle comes from Jenna. “My apologies doctor, I’ll clean it right up.” As she slowly puts his wood inside her mouth. The door opens. “HOLY SHIT.....”

If you thought Andrea’s eyes were wide open, they paled in comparison to Ben’s. Eyes the size of bowling balls and a jaw cartoonishly wide open. “Oh hey Ben.” Patrice says casually while gesturing a wave. “I- daaa-- holy-- you... and.. naked.. her...” Jenna looks up, yelps, and jumps out of her skin and tries to cover up her body with her hands. “Sup dude. You alright? Kinda look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Patrices says with the same casual tone, as if nothing happened. He rises from the couch and picks up his boxers which were thrown around during the wild intercourse. He puts them on while putting on his pants. He grabs his coat and gently puts it over Jenna while he goes to pick her underwear and bra. “I... you.... her... hi....” Still at a loss for words. Patrice takes over. “Ah Jenna, I’m sorry for all the intrusions, but uh this is my friend Ben. Sorry he’s probably a bit lost at the moment.” “Hi Ben~” she says in a seductive tone. Ben’s face immediately reddens. Patrice flicks her forehead. “Ow~~ what was that for.” she retaliates. “Don’t tease him like that.” he says while passing over her undergarments. “Uhhhh...” Ben says in a robotic tone. “Right...” Patrice says as he rolls his eyes. “He’s probably just dumbfounded by how beautiful you are.” Ben nods in agreement, jaw dropping more as the conversation went on. “Ohh hah. Well thank you love, but as you can see, I’m not exactly in the mood for anything fun, well not anymore.” she says in a flirting tone towards Patrice. He smooches her.

“But, I think a couple of my girlfriends might be interested in you, Ben.”

That woke him right up. “REALLY?!?!?” Ben asks energetically. “Oh so you didn’t come alone after all?” Patrice asks. “No, I left them the moment I saw you enter the club. Sorry Patrice, but I don’t like sharing when it comes to my girlfriends.” she teases. “You’re just perfect for me.” he slyly says. “Well there you go Ben, she has friends that might wanna get to know you. And remember we got this room too. Just you know let the stank out, haha.” “Haha... Yeah I guess you’re right. So Jenna, where would your girlfriends be at?” Ben eagerly asks. “They’re probably on the couches chilling, they’re in rather bright dresses, can’t miss ‘em, love.” she responds while putting on her dress again. Now fully clothed, Patrice asks. “Shall we go then?” “I think so.” says Jenna planting a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah let’s go. Oh uh Patrice, think I can talk to you for a minute in private?” asks Ben cautiously. “Uhh sure. Catch up with you in a minute, ma cherie?” “Yes Doctor.” After one last kiss on the lips, Jenna passes the door and journeys down the stairs. Ben closes the door. “You got some ‘splaining to do.” Says Ben sternly. “What?” “You know what. What the fuck happened to Andrea? How did she know you were here?” “I dunno.” “Patrice you can’t lie to me, I know when you’re lying, just spit it out. I’m not pissed. She was your girl.” Patrice shrugs. “She texted me constantly, so I was like I’m here at Aura. I gave her a warning, now is not a good time. She didn’t care so, I told her come up here. She saw me and Jenna...” “Oh HELLLLL NAH.” “Yeah...” “Patrice what I’m about to do is just because Andrea’s my friend.”

Ben steps up to Patrice and slugs him with one helluva right hook. “Tchhh..” Patrice winces at the pain. “Sacre bleu that is one hook... hurts more than I remember...” Ben waggles his hand trying to regain feeling in his right hand. “So by the looks of it, you’re done with her... You sure you wanna do this? I mean even though she saw this, I’m sure you can still talk some sense into her. It’s not too late.” “Heh... And give up on what I just did with that British beauty?” “Really dude...” “Oh come on. It’s not like you didn’t want to do anything to her all naked and shit. You can’t lie to me either.” “Shut the fuck up.” Ben punches Patrice’s arm. “That’s what I thought. Now then... About her...” “Yeah what do we do?” “If I go down there it’s only gunna cause a bigger mess.” “I guess I gotta go comfort her?” groans Ben. “Where’d you place her?” “Edge of the bar closest to the entrance.” “Smart man. Here, just try to calm her down a bit. Lemme guess you went for the fruity shit for her. Just get her a shot of tequila. Get Remi to help her call a cab. And then, those girls Jenna’s talking about could be yours.” “Why are you always the one with plans like this? I’ve been around you since we were little, and you always have a plan for everything, especially shit like this...” “Il est la façon dont je suis, mon amis.” says Patrice in a care-free tone. (It is the way I am, my friend.) “Yeah whatever you say Frenchy.” “I’ll give you a few minutes. Come knock when you’re done. And remember the sooner, the better, don’t wanna keep those ladies waitin’ do you Ben?” “You son of a bitch...hehe.” Ben opens the door and proceeds to walk down the stairs towards Andrea. “Hey Andrea. You doin’ alright?” Her head still crashed on the bar, gives a small nod. “That’s good to hear.” he says while gently patting her on the back. “How’s about one more drink. Just something hard, straight so you can just try and relax. Sound good?” She nods again between her arms. “Barkeep, just one straight shot of tequila.” The Bartender gives a thumbs up and skillfully fills the copper shot glass with tequila while fitting in a wedge of lime and sliding it down the bar to Ben. “Thanks Barkeep.” he gestures a thank you. “Here Andrea take this.” Without a single word she takes the shot and bites the lime. “I can imagine you’ve been through a lot today. Here I’ll call a taxi and leave you with Remi, you remember him right? He’s one of the bouncers and he’ll keep you safe until the taxi arrives alright?” She nods while giving a blank stare. “Okay let’s go.” he slowly guides her to the entrance. Andrea is not much of drinker, the alcohol is hitting her quite hard. She starts staggering back and forth before making it through the door. “Yo Remi, think you can give me a hand.” “Is that Andrea?” “Yeah she’s had a bit of a rough day to say the least, you think look after her till a taxi comes up? I’ll dial.” “Yeah sure I guess, but can’t you look after-- Oh.. OHHHHHH. Got you man. Enjoy the night. I got this.” “Next drink is on me, after the night’s done Remi. Thank you.” Ben dials the taxi service and requests one for the Aura. “Alright thank you. *hangs up* Alright Remi, she’s all yours, thanks again.” “I want that $40 shot of tequila.” teases Remi. “Yeah fuck you too. I’ll see you later haha.” Ben bolts back in up the stairs and knocks on the door. “Coast is clear?”

Patrice asks. “Yep. Remi’s got her.” “Alright then.” Patrice puts out his fist. “Allons-y”. “With pleasure. Hehe.” Ben returns the fist bump. *Ding Ding* A text message. Mom. “Patrice. Est-ce que vous allez être à la maison ce soir?” (Are you going to be home tonight?) “Non Maman, je pense que je vais être à l'endroit ce soir Ben. Trouvé sur c'était une occasion spéciale, ne vous inquiétez pas, je serai de retour dans la matinée. Je t’aime.” (No Mom, I think I'm going to be at Ben's place tonight. Found out it was a special occasion, don't worry I'll be back in the morning. I love you.) “D’accord. Te vois dans la matinée. Je t’aime” (Okay. See you in the morning. I love you.) “You good man?” asks Ben. “Yeah man. Let’s go bro.” “I thought you’d never ask. Hehehe” The two give a devilish grin at each other and set off into the ever rowdy crowd of the club.

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Stagnation Ep 4: Fox In Heat

“About what?”

“Us of course. Listen, I think I was too quick to judge... about what happened. I just wasn’t ready. Well, I don’t know if I am now, but at least I want to talk to you about it. Where are you? I’d rather talk to you in person.”

Patrice hesitates, then quickly jots down his words.

“Can we tlak about this latree? I’m a bit busy.”

“What could be more important than talking about us? Patrice where are you right now?”

“Well...”

“Patrice. Now.”

“Andrea, fine. But I warn you, you won’t like what you’ll see. I’m at the Aura, on Granville.”

He puts his phone on silent.

“Sorry, now where were we?”

“We were talking about you.” replies Jenna playfully.

“Haha, last time I checked it was about you and what you do.” he winked.

She spins the straw of her drink with her finger.

“Hmmmm, well I’m a nurse.”

“I’m sure all of the patients loooovveee you. Say, I’m do for a check up.”

She chuckles.

“Only if you’re a good boy.” she says seductively. “Well, what about you Patrice? What do you do?”

“Well, I’m studying to be a doctor actually.”

“Oohh, what about me Dr. Patrice, what happens when your nurse gets sick?” she asks as if she was a damsel in distress.

“I think a full body inspection would be necessary. Just to be sure.”

“Well love, I don’t see a problem in that.” she leans her head on his shoulder. “Well then, on your free time what do you like to do?”

“I model and do photography.” he says nonchalantly.

“Wooow, I can tell that you’re a model, but a photographer too? Can I book a private shoot Mr. Photographer?”

“Heh, bien sur mac cherie. What’s your taste?”

“Lingerie.”

Patrice’s heart beat quickens.

“I’ll think about it.” he says slyly. “So what do you like to do Ms. Jenna?”

“Hm? Oh nothing... Just this.”

Jenna turns her body to face him. She sits down on his lap in a cowgirl position. Her red dress rises up to her thighs. She leans in, putting her right hand on his shoulder and gently slides her fingers up his neck. Her fingers slide further up to his chin where she put one of her fingers over his lips.

“I think you’ve been a good boy.”

Patrice grins while giving her an alluring gaze. He pushes his back off the couch and gently puts his finger under her chin.

“And what do good boys get?”

“Hmmm... I wonder.”

She moves her finger and pecks his lips lightly.

“Awww, is that all? I thought I was being good.” he says blatantly faking sadness.

She chuckles under her breath and then leans in for a long, deep kiss. And then another. And another.

“You know, we French have a special kind of kiss. Would you like me to show you?” he asks playfully.

Both of them were breathing a lot heavier after the make out session. Jenna, almost as red as her red dress responds.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” she says coyly.

The two kiss again, this time a lot more passionately. Patrice’s tongue slips from his mouth and caresses Jenna’s. The famous French kiss. She moans lightly in surprise. Patrice slyly moves his hands up Jenna’s legs. He then moves toward her backside and grabs her ass. She moans louder.

They finally break from the long, spit swapping kiss. They both gasp for air. With vixen eyes she stares at Patrice. She puts the tip of her finger under his chin.

“I take that back, you’re quite the naughty boy.” she leans toward his ear. “And naughty boys get special treatment.”

“Oh? And what would that be, Ma Cherie?”

He says while moving one of her straps off her shoulder.

“Hmmmm, I wonder what, love.”

Without missing a beat she pushes him down onto the couch. Patrice gives another smirk staring at her magnificent body with indecent eyes. She aids him with taking off his jacket and throws it aside. She sits on top of his stomach.

“Since you were so keen on it...’ she wraps around the already fallen strap of her dress. ‘I guess this is your reward.” she smiles and slowly pulls down the other strap. The dress falls down to her waist. Patrice said nothing, all he could do was stare. A black bra. Her boobs weren’t gigantic, but he wasn’t exactly into Triple F Cup.

“Nothing to say hmmm?” she chuckles while again giving those vixen eyes.

“Can’t a guy just admire a beautiful woman? Tu es beau.”

Jenna blushes. She slowly starts unbuttoning his dress shirt. She starts from the top. She kisses his lips and starts gently kissing his neck. The shirt continued to be unbuttoned and the kisses began to become deeper, soon enough she was sucking on his neck. Patrice started to breathe heavier. He put his hands up towards Jenna’s boobs. He grabbed them. Caught by surprise she sucks hard on his neck.

She releases the death grip her mouth had on his neck. She finishes unbuttoning his shirt and pushes it to their respective sides.

“Ohooo love, I didn’t think you’d have these.” she says referring to the abs Patrice has.

She brushes her fingers up and down his six pack and kisses it gently.

“I suppose, you’ve been waiting to see these now.” she sexily puts her arm under her breasts and raises them slightly.

Patrice, still breathing heavy gives a nod while giving her devilish eyes. Jenna puts one of her hands on Patrice’s sternum still feeling him up while the other hand unhooks the front of her bra. The silken bra falls and Jenna’s bare body was Patrice’s to see and capture. He grabs her hand and pulls her down to his level. They kiss passionately.

The club below them still roars with all the people dancing the night away. Ben still lost in the crowd, aimlessly wandering in hopes to find some action.

Jenna pushes herself up to release herself the kiss’ grip. A small line of spit connected their mouths. She wipes her mouth with her hand.

“Such a naughty boy...”

She says seductively.

She gives one last peck on the lips before sliding her body down to Patrice’s waist level. She starts playing around with his belt before undoing it.

“And I thought you said you were just here for a couple of drinks.” she adds.

“Guess I got a little bit extra.” he responds while adding a wink.

She throws the belt aside and unzips his pants.

“Have you ever been into Britain, love?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Well here’s my invitation to you then.”

She says while pulling down his pants and boxers. She looks at what’s in front of her and smiles devilishly. She crawls back up to him and whispers in his ear.

“You can cum into Britain anytime.” she giggles and slides back down to his waist.

She takes her red dress off her legs and throws it further down the couch revealing her black underwear. She uses her fingers to move the bottom part to the side.

“Paging Dr. Patrice, your nurse is ready for insertion.” she seductively says.

“The Doctor is ready for tonight’s operations. Allons-y.” he smiles lecherously.

She slowly starts lowering herself onto him.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

The doorknob turns and the door opens. Jenna pauses and turns around to see who it is.

“Who are you?” asks Jenna.

“Andrea...” Patrice says under his breath.

Wide eyed, jaw open, Andrea glares daggers at Patrice, but says no words.

“Patrice, do you know who this is?” Jenna asks while looking at Patrice.

“She’s...” Patrice pauses.

He thinks back. Back to the year they had together. The fun times. The dates, the small trips, and their first kiss under the fireworks on the beach. All these memories flashed in his mind, but one memory remained. The text message. “...c’est fini. Bon nuit. Bonne chance.”

“Jenna could you please pass me my phone? It’s right beside you.”

She passes the phone to him still confused.

“Jenna, she’s....”

He turns on his phone and opens his text messages. He opens up a chat and sends a message with evil eyes.

“Check your phone Andrea.”

*Ding Ding*

A text message on Andrea’s Phone. Patrice.

“SHE’S NO ONE....”

A look of fear appears on Andrea’s face as she read the text. Patrice gives a smile of pure evil, while he grabs Jenna’s waste and brings her downwards connecting the two.

Insertion. Jenna moans loudly at the sudden motion. She moans louder and louder the deeper and deeper they connected.

Andrea covers her mouth in anguish, disgust, sadness, anger. Not even all the emotions in the world could describe how she felt. Her eyes filled with tears.

“Patrice...”

Andrea said under her breath. She slams the door and runs down the stairs into the crowd. She bumps into someone and falls down. She looks up.

“Ben...”

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Stagnation Ep 3: Fox

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

The phone illuminated in the dark room. Patrice’s grip on the knife became nil. The knife falls flat on his neck and slides down onto the mattress, blade tip pointed under his chin. Again, silence. The air was heavy, Patrice’s phone went dark after a few seconds, once again making the room pitch black save for the moonlight shining through the small little slit between the curtains.

“Fine...”

Patrice says while he heaves a small sigh and sheathes the blade and puts it on his nightstand. He proceeds to pick up his phone and texts Ben back.

“You know what. Maybe the club isn’t such a bad idea. Just go easy on me alright? I don’t want to hook up with anyone or anything, just a couple drinks and that’s all. Got it?”

“THAT’S MY BOY!! Don’t worry man, I gots you. I promise I won’t do that. It’s gon’ be fun!”

“Why do I doubt that’s gunna happen...?”

“PFFFFT, how could you ever doubt me?”

“Those several times when we went to the club and you got drunk and hooked me up with a couple chicks.”

“. . . You know what. Fuck you. I didn’t need to take you out anyway.”

“You always need me there. I’m your wing man, asshole. You have no idea how many times I had to convince a girl to at least talk to you, because your ass was so drunk. They come to me first anyway. So you’re welcome I’m such a good friend.”

“Fuck you. I DON’T NEED YOU.”

“You want me to come and you know it. Anyway, it’s Saturday now. You wanna go today? Where you wanna go?

“Yeah today sounds good. Idk, Aura on Granville? Say 8? Eat a bit and mess around and then head?”

“Yeah sure. Don’t forget some gum this time garlic breath.”

“IT WAS ONE TIME PATRICE. FUCK YOU.”

“She was a solid 9 and you know it.”

“Whatever man. 8pm Granville Station, meet you there.”

Patrice put down his phone and tucked himself in. His mind still in shambles, tears still stream down his face even after he closed his eyes. The clock continues to tick ever so slowly as Patrice’s consciousness begins to fade.

. . .

“You’re late, Patrice!”

Yelled Ben across the street. That drew a couple of curious glances from passersby. Patrice looked at his watch; 8:01 P.M. He rolled his eyes as he crossed the street, eyeing down Ben every step of the way with an annoyed look on his face.

“Little cold for just that don’t you think?” asked Patrice.

“Less to carry, less to take off.” He says slyly. “Says, Mr. Wannabe Korean Pop Star here.”

“Pffft, you know this is how I dress. Just model things”

Patrice is wearing a black dress shirt untucked in his gray skinny jeans, with the collar button undone while having a white tie with miniature black crosses on it done half way up to a point that it looks fashionable and not sloppy. All of it covered up by a long, thin black hooded jacket that reaches to his calves. Patrice models in his free time, so having a wardrobe was somewhat a given to him.

On the other hand, Ben was much more simplistic; thin white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, and some black slim fit jeans with a white belt.

“Patrice, even rolling out the color contacts? Dude, you’re out for blood.”

“Shut up. Didn’t feel like glasses today.”

Ben with this eagle eyes notices the green color contacts Patrice is wearing. Usually Patrice wears glasses, but for modelling, he uses contacts to make him look more mature.

“Anyway, where you wanna go? Timmy’s for a coffee and a doughnut?” asks Patrice.

“Nah man, I’m not exactly up for that.” Ben shrugs.

“You forgot gum again didn’t you...?”

“SHUT YOUR MOU--- WHAT THE FUCK?” A pack of gum was thrown at Ben’s face.

“You’re welcome.” Patrice says with snark. “Well if not there, what’re you up for?”

“Cactus?”

“Yeah sure. Whatever you want. Not exactly hungry.”

“Alright. Leggo.”

The two walk down a few blocks and enjoy dinner at the Cactus Club, a fairly known restaurant chain. Patrice orders a small appetizer while Ben pigged out on a humongous burger. Clubs usually don’t have real action until 10 P.M. It was now 9:30. The two paid their bills, tipped and left toward the club.

“You know that waitress was eyeing you right, Patrice?” said Ben as he elbowed him in the ribs.

“Yeah, but you know she was about a 7, not bad, though I’m not exactly in the mood to do anything. Just here to clear my head. Remember that.”

“Yeah yeah relax. Geez, who do you take me for?”

The leer of Patrice’s eyes were enough to speak volumes.

“Right... I’ll try not to do anything stupid.” Ben says giving Patrice angelic eyes.

The two finally reached the club after 20 minutes of walking. The bouncer at the door looked menacing; 6′5′’ 220lbs, maybe and that’s looking from afar. Tough as nails in his deep voice asking for I.D. would make any quake in their shoes. It was finally their turn where he lowers his glasses and leans in to take another look.

“Ah! Ben, Patrice! It’s been a while! How ya been?”

“Hey Shroud, it’s been alright.” said Ben.

“Guys please, we’re good friends, it’s Remi.”

“But dude you’re working. Gotta keep that good name.”

“Ahhh who gives a fuck? Anyway, what brings ya around?”

“Ah you know just chillin’, homeboy got his ass dumped the other day. So I’m just tryin’ to cheer him up.”

Patrice lightly smacks Ben’s sternum.

“Shut up...” refutes Patrice.

“Shit that sucks man. Well if the line thins out, I’ll buy you a bev.”

“Thanks Remi.” says Patrice.

“Alright, go on right in guys. Oh yeah there was this beaut walkin’ around. Someone you might like Patrice.” Remi says while raising his eyebrow.

Patrice sighs. “Not in the moo- mmphgghh!?!?”

“THANKS REMI!” Ben says covering Patrice’s mouth and dragging him in.

“Rum and Coke please.”

Patrice says placing an order at the bar. Ben chugs down two shots of Vodka, slams the shot glasses on the counter and then proceeds to leave.

“Patrice I’m gunna-”

“Yeah yeah go have fun, I’ll be here.”

Without missing a beat, Ben wanders off into the crowd. The loud bass beats boom into Patrice’s ears. It takes some time for the ears to adjust to the new club surroundings.

“Rum and Coke.” says the bartender.

Patrice opens his hand as the bartender slides the drink down the counter with precision.

“Cheers.”

He stirs it with the stick that came with the drink and takes a sip.

He notices a red figure walk in his peripheral and sits down beside him.

“Mojito please.”

Patrice looks to his side and analyzes who’s beside him. It was a girl. No, a woman. A hot woman.

“Asian? Mixed probably. Alright, she’s blonde, she can rock it. Damn, she looks really good... God damn... Okay act cool dude. She’s good looking, like an instant 9... was this the girl that Remi was talking about? Jesus Christ...” Patrice thinks.

“Umm, excuse me?”

Patrice snaps back into reality.

“Is everything alright?” she asks.

“Uhhh, yeah just fine.”

“OHHHH SHIT, A BRITISH ACCENT? OH GOD... 10/10... TEN OUT OF TEN!!! MY KRYTONITE... DAMN YOU WOMAN..”

“That’s good. You just seemed out of it. Just wanted to see if you were alright.” says the woman.

“Oh, yeah I’m good. Been a rough little bit that’s all.”

“So you go to a club to unload?”

“Haha, no my friend dragged me out. He’s already drunk, probably getting a little too close with some of the girls.”

“Well hopefully he doesn’t get too close to me.”

Patrice smirks and chuckles.

“I’ll stop him if he does.”

“I hope you will.” she chuckles. “Got a name, love?”

“Patrice. Et toi, ma cherie?” he says sounding as French as possible.

“Jenna.”

She says coyly.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Jenna.” Patrice says while giving a sly smirk.

“The pleasure is all mine, Patrice.”

“Hey Barkeep, her mojito; on me.”

He gives the thumbs up and returns to his business.

“So kind of you.” she says.

“I’m sure all the guys do that for you.”

“I actually reject a lot of them. But for you, I’ll make an exception.” She winks and sticks her tongue out.

“Well don’t I feel honored.” he says jokingly. “Well how’s about you and I take our drinks and go somewhere else a little private?”

“Oh? And where would that be?” she asks genuinely curious.

“Ey yo Barkeep, think you can get Orion on the phone? Tell him Patrice said hi.”

The Barkeep gives another thumbs up and brings up his phone and dials.

“Where are we going?” Jenna asks.

“You’ll see.”

The barkeep passes the phone over.

“Orion?”

“Patrice! Ça va?”

“Bonne. Maintenant, de toute façon. Puis-je avoir une chambre privée?” (Good. Now, anyway. Can I get a private room?”

“Bien sur! Ne pas aller trop fou avec la fille de la chance. Hahahaha!” (Of course! Don’t go too crazy with the lucky girl.)

“Merci, Orion!

Patrice hands back the phone.

“Who was that?” Jenna asks.

“That was Orion. The owner. He and I are good friends. And I just landed a VIP room with yours and my name on it.” he gives a sly smile.

“Well, you put in so much work how can I say no?” she responds playfully.

“Allons-y, ma cherie.” he offers his hand.

“My, what a gentleman.”

The two walk upstairs to one of the VIP rooms. It came with it’s own array of liquor, pink lighting and long cushioned couches against the wall. They enter, remembering to close the door behind them.

“Wow, I can barely hear the club.” she says in amazement.

“Yep, these rooms are pretty much sound proof. So it’s just you and me.”

They sit down beside each other. Patrice wraps one his arms around her.

“So Jenna what Jenna what do you--”

*Ding Ding*

“Sorry probably my drunk friend asking where the bathroom is.”

She laughs lightly.

Patrice checks his phone, only to see that it wasn’t from Ben. His eyes opened widely.

“New Message. Andrea”

“Hey... Can we talk?”

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Stagnation Ep 2: Lifeless Pup

“Patrice...”

“I’m sorry. I’m just not ready for that. What you want and I what I want are very different. I still love you, but you love me for the wrong reasons. We had a good year, mais... c’est fini. Bon nuit. Bonne chance.” The words, punctual, cold as ice. Silence. Not much as a muscle twitch. Seconds pass. Then minutes. A statue could take notes from Patrice at how frozen he was. He opens his mouth and wryly says-

“It’s a little early for April showers don’t you think...Andrea?”

It was October. Tears begin to fill his non-blinking eyes. They begin to stream down his face and onto his screen. Drop by drop the screen gets covered by the waterworks. To what seems like an eternity, Patrice slowly angles his face at his phone which was completely drenched in his own tears. He clears it with his sleeve and turns it on. He opens the text message again. He presses to respond, but his fingers go numb. This only brought more tears to his eyes. His phone vibrates and rings to the song “Senorita” by Justin Timberlake. The name reads “Ben”. He answers and puts it on speaker.

“Bro?”

“Patrice? You there man? Heelllooooo?”

“...What?” Patrice says in a deep and depressed tone.

“Whoa. The hell happened? It’s been like 30 mins, I just wanted to call to see if you’re good.”

“It’s over.”

“What’s over?”

“We’re over...”

“Patrice I’m not a fucking mind reader here, what’s over?”

“ANDREA AND I YOU FUCK. WE’RE DONE.”

“I...Patrice, I’m sorry.”

“It was over text too man...” He sniffs.

“Look man, don’t beat yourself up about it. You just went over the line one time. She’s just a bit ticked. Don’t worry about it. She’ll come back.” Ben says encouragingly.

“You don’t know that...”

“Tell ya what. Since you’re being such a sad panda. I’m taking you out. Come on let’s hit the club.”

“...Pass.”

“Oh come on. It’ll be fu--”

“PASS...” Patrice says indignantly.

“Alright fine. But my offer will stay up. Call me, text me, Facebook me, whatever if you ever wanna go.”

Silence.

“Okay Patrice I’ll let you go. But please for the love of fucking god, don’t do anything stupid...”

Still no response.

“I’ll see you later ya sad sack of shit. Love ya man. Take care of yourself.”

*Beep Beep* “Call Ended.”

“. . . Love you too.”

He staggers with the sentence all the while clenching his fists. He turns to the bottom right corner of his monitor to see the time. 2:17 A.M. Patrice slowly rises from his chair, grabs his phone and drags his feet to the nearby bookshelf. He reaches behind a couple of his books to pull out a pocket knife. He stuffs it in his pocket, and continues walking to the stairway. His eyes, lifeless. No desire, no will. A mere fraction of the person he once was. In the eyes of everyone else to put it simply-

“Pathetic...”

“That’s what I am... Haha...”

He takes a step.

“I mean... why wouldn’t she break up with me? Hahaha...”

And then another.

“Just look at me now... I wouldn’t love me. I don’t love me...Who would”

Step by step. Insult after insult. The maniacal laughter longer than the last. Soon the words became gibberish once he reached the top. Patrice slowly pushes his bedroom door open. Street clothes still on, he falls into the mattress. He turns onto his back and reaches for his pocket knife. He pushes the tab that pulls the blade out. The moonlight glistens brightly on the blade, bounces the light onto the ceiling.

“Yes...”

He admires the blade above his face. His eyes still lifeless, his mind still blank, he slowly angles the blade toward his neck. The blade slowly towards the vulnerable throat. 2:25 A.M. The old hand clock ticks rhythmically, then suddenly comes to a halt.

“Ma vie...” he whispers.

“C’est...” The blade touches skin.

“Fin---”

*Ding ding*

A text message. Ben.

The clock continues to tick.

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Stagnation Ep 1: Pup

“Don’t you think this is-”

No. Not in his mind it wasn’t. Slowly did he creep closer, each small movement more painfully slow and awkward than the last. His hand slowly brushed her face. Silence. The rustling of a few newspapers could be heard a few steps away. The darkness of the sidewalk barely illuminated by the nearby street lamp. His breath started staggering the closer his face was to hers, hand slowly reached for under her white t-shirt. Contact. Slowly did the hand rise up the shirt, only to be greeted by a -

“No!!”

A loud smack thundered across the empty streets. His face, wavering in pain and rejection. He slowly turns his face towards her, half of it redder than a tomato. “Patrice, this is all going too fast....Je suis désolé, mais je ne peux pas.” She runs off into the darkness of night.

“Andrea...”

He pins his back against the wall he just put her against. Wide-eyed he tilts his head back looking at the stars glistening in the night sky. His hands clench into fists. He thrusts one of them to the side slamming the wall. “Damn it... DAMN IT!!!” He stands up, turns around and punches the wall in anger. And then again, and again. He explodes with a loud scream. “SHUT UP!” said a distant individual. “People are trying to sleep here!” Patrice freezes at the sudden realization of where he is. His anger subsides, straightens his jacket and kicks the wall one last time for good measure. The bulb in the street lamp begins to flicker, and then blacks out. Darkness.

“I’m sorry.”

Is what he texted her on the long walk back home. The wind began to pick up making Patrice flinch. He quickened his pace while staring at his phone, praying for a response. Nothing. Not one text. After what seemed like forever, home. Patrice walked up the stairs, unlocked the door, took of his shoes and walked toward the kitchen. “Allo, Maman.” he said to his mother Torrie. “Ah, bonjou--- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?” she asked in terror. “Quoi? Oh, it’s nothing, someone tripped me by accident and I fell really weird.” he lied. He had to. Torrie loved Andrea, so he can’t tell her what happened. “Your knuckles are bleeding!” she screamed. “Yeah. It was a hard fall. It’s fine I can clean up myself.” he responded nonchalantly. “Be careful, your father always told you to look down when you walk. Anyway, get cleaned up and head to bed soon. I know you’re done all your tests but still get some rest.” she said in a joking motherly tone. “Oui maman, bon nuit.”

“Please...Call me back”

Another text. No response. Patrice put his phone down on his desk. He looked at his now bandaged fingers. 7 fingers bandaged. The small red rings of blood seeped through the bandages. The smallest of bends triggered blood to release from the wounds. Carefully he turned on his computer and logged onto Facebook. Patrice wasn’t one to voice his problems to anyone. His image to everyone was happy-go-lucky, not a problem in the world. But this time, he felt the need to ask for help. He went to click on his good friend Ben.

“Yo...Got a minute?”

Patrice asked, waiting to see the ellipses appear on his screen to know Ben is writing back.

“Well if it isn’t my good old friend Patrice. What’s up?”

“I... kinda fucked up something.”

“Now what could you possibly screw up?”

“Andrea.”

“WHOA WHOA WHOA. YOU FUCKED UP ANDREA?”

“NONONONONO. I DIDN’T BEAT HER.”

“Okay good. I would’ve had to beat the shit out of you.”

“...”

“Okay, maybe not beat the shit out of you... because I know you can kick some ass. But if not that, then....??”

“I took it a step too far... We were walking home, on Davie and then I kinda put her up against a wall and then...”

“Then what? Make out? Not the first time someone did that Casanova sorry to break it to you.”

“I started to feel her up...”

“And?”

“She slapped me and ran off.”

“Ooohhh... Fuck dude, uhhhh. I mean sorry to hear that... But I mean how long have you two been going out for... a year?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I don’t see the harm in that, maybe not in public though... I’m not THAT ballsy.”

“Well I mean... I guess I went too far, everyone’s got their limits. I sent her a text so hopefully she’ll forg-”

*Ding ding*

A text message. Andrea.

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