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Reliving the dream- Part 2

This is the second part of my new Rafael Barba mini-series which I hope you will all enjoy, feedback is always amazing to have.

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Part 3

Summary: (Y/n) and Rafael had to recover from losing their baby 2 years ago, but their lives start to change again when (Y/n) finds out she’s pregnant again.

Enjoy.

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A headache formed behind (Y/n)'s eyes which seemed to be a persistent companion no matter how many times she fought it off or took painkillers to kill it. But the headache shrouded her mind from the worries she was fighting which faded into nothing and when she was at work, at least work took precedence over her personal thoughts.

Her hands fumbled to clip her gun in her hip holster and her badge onto the waistband of her jeans. She and Carisi were heading out to talk to their victim while Fin and Amanda canvased round to try and find a suspect.

"You want me to drive?" Carisi shook his car keys at (Y/n) to which she nodded before grabbing her jacket from the back of her chair and slipping her delicate arms into it.

Her eyes followed Carisi and her feet moved to keep up with him but the pair of them barely got past Amanda's desk before the only and only ADA stormed into view like a tsunami. Desperate to make everyone bow down to his every whim and will.

"Hey councillor, we're just heading out to see a vic."

The smile on Carisi's face did nothing but irritate Rafael who didn't spare him one glance as he stormed past, he simply waved his hand as if to give Carisi permission to go off on his adventures.

"You're coming with me."

(Y/n)'s heart started to stammer in her chest when Rafael held her elbow and swiftly but gently turned her around before he walked her back past her desk and towards Olivia who was just coming out of her office. A smile seemed to come to her face before she noticed the way Rafael looked perturbed, a man on a mission. And his wife was rushing to keep up with his pace but she didn't have a clue what his mission was.

"Counsellor, what can we do for you?"

"A word in your office."

Olivia held her hand out to signify he could enter and as swift as that he was passed her and stood in front of her desk. His chest was puffing out like a bird showing off their feathers or an animal getting ready for a fight and showing what they had.

"What can I do for you?" Olivia perched herself on the edge of her desk, looking at the couple with a smile but apprehension in her eyes because she didn't know where this was going. Usually Rafael told them he was coming by or more often than not they had to ring and tell him they had something for him to come and see. He didn't come in unannounced and in such a mood as this.

"I know you haven't told her Querida." Rafael whispered the words in (Y/n)'s ear and her eyes closed when a shiver crept up her spine and caused her neck to curl back.

"Now is not the time, Rafi." (Y/n) spoke through gritted teeth, her head turning to Rafael but her eyes switching between him and Olivia who was stuck on what this was about and why the secrecy about it.

"Querida you need to listen to me-"

"Rafi stop it-"

"Alright you two, enough of the domestics. Can someone tell me what I'm supposed or not supposed to know please."

A look passed between Rafael and (Y/n) as if they were egging each other on, debating who would be the one to speak but Rafael could see that (Y/n) wasn't going to. She wanted to keep it quiet, something just the two of them knew about for now. If everyone else started to know then it would be the same as before and if they got ahead of themselves then the worst would surely happen, again.

"(Y/n)'s pregnant, she needs to be on desk duty and if she told you last week then she wouldn't have been on that raid two days ago. That's not happening again, it's a risk and I am not taking it."

Rafael knew about the raid, but when he knew (Y/n) was there he knew that either she would have to tell Olivia or he would. She couldn't be going on raids anymore, even with a bullet-proof vest on she was still at risk and it was protocol for her to be on light duties from the moment she told her boss she was pregnant. He couldn't have her on full duties when he knew her anxiety was already peaked as it was.

"You are? Well congratulations. (Y/n), you can still go talk to victims and families but you know you'll be restricted where you go and no raids, no arresting the perps for now."

"Don't... don't tell anyone, please?"

Olivia looked from Rafael to (Y/n) and back again. She didn't know how she was to respond to that request. Of course she wouldn't say anything but that would only make it worse on (Y/n) when she started to show and she eventually had to tell the rest of the team. They would start to wonder why she wasn't out there searching for the perps and arresting them, this couldn't be kept quiet for long because she would start to have a bump soon.

"(Y/n), it's not for me to tell the team but they will find out soon, it might be easier for you to tell them."

"No Liv I don't want to."

"Carino, we can't keep this a secret for long-"

"No. When they know things will be different, we'll tempt fate and I'm not risking that again."

(Y/n) shook her head to try and stop the headache from worsening but it wouldn't and the room was closing in on her. Hands reaching for her, voices telling her not to overthink when overthinking would keep her and the baby safe. (Y/n) wanted it simple, safe, if it was kept quiet for now and they didn't prepare anything then when they knew for sure that the baby was okay and would continue not to be at risk, then things could start to move forward.

She pushed herself out of the office but when she was back in the main room of the precinct, it was just as stuffy and there were more eyes on her. More people trying to find out her secret she was holding deep within her. She wanted to move her hand to protect her baby but she couldn't let people know what or where her secret was.

"(Y/n)? You coming... everything okay? Counsellor?"

Carisi jumped up from sitting on top of his desk when he saw the three of them emerge from Olivia's office. But his eyes narrowed when he saw the panicked, uneasy look on (Y/n)'s face and the perplexed expression Rafael wore.

"Just leave it Carisi." Rafael shook his head in dismissal at the detective before he tried to catch up with his wife, wondering where she was trying to go.

A sigh passed through his lips and he shook his head lightly before he sped up and reached out for (Y/n)'s arm, he didn't know what she was doing but he knew what was going through her mind and he wanted to rid those thoughts. He knew she wanted things to stay secret so they could try and take it slow and not to tempt fate into repeating itself but that wasn't always the right thing to do.

"Carino solo détente y mírame!" Rafael's chest heaved and his heartbeat was pounding furiously in his ears when they reached the hallway where no one was loitering around. He grabbed (Y/n)'s hands when she slowly did as he asked and turned to look at him and when she dipped her head down he cupped her face in his hands.

He had to be loud and stern for her to stop and just breathe.

"I know what you're thinking but you need to try and calm down. We can't go through this pregnancy thinking the worst, everything will be okay."

A shuddering breath left (Y/n)'s lips when Rafael pressed a longing kiss to her temple, smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks before she leaned forward and tucked her face into the crook of his neck. Breathing in his scent, his cologne, the smell was an instant relaxing drug to her and when she felt him wrapping his arms around her, she could of melted.

This is what Rafael was afraid of, that these next few months would be shrouded in panic when it should be full of excitement and anticipation. But what (Y/n) was afraid of was a repeat of what had already passed.

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(2 years ago)

"She's been great in prepping, she'll do great today." Amanda was nodding to herself as she spoke, her eyes looking to (Y/n) as if for some agreement or some further conversation. Their victim was coming on the stand today and although she was nervous, she had done great when Barba had been prepping her ready for the questions which might be thrown at her from the opposition.

(Y/n) nodded in agreement but she couldn't find the energy or the nerve to respond right now. She was nervous, every case they handled which went to court made her nervous, all (Y/n) wanted was justice for those who had been hurt and she wished she could make the jurors see it from her eyes sometimes.

Adjusting in her seat, (Y/n) straightened her back to try and fight off the discomfort she had been feeling for most of the day now. She felt like her back was bruised and sore but when she asked Rafael to have a look this morning he said it must just be pregnancy pains, she had no bruises or marks. Now the baby was wriggling and it was becoming... well, it was a sharp throbbing sort of feeling she felt.

A sigh escaped her lips and she slowly started to smooth her hand over her stomach absentmindedly while she watched her husband begin his light questioning of the victim.

Watching Rafael at work was always something that enamoured and intoxicated (Y/n).

The way he strutted around the courtroom like he owned the place and everyone there were just his visitors gave him an air of confidence and exuberance that no one else could match. When he kept one hand in his pocket and used the other to wave in front of him as he talked was something (Y/n) liked to watch. He would spin on the heels of his polished black shoes, he would loosen his tie when he wanted someone to trust him or he would rest his arm on the witness box to seem more approachable.

He would smile with the perp and ensnare them into his trap to then grin like the Cheshire cat when he had gotten them to admit what he wanted to hear.

(Y/n) loved it.

When he was with a victim, he was timid, quiet, calm to ensure they felt safe and to show that they were not the one who needed such harsh and tactical questioning.

But (Y/n) couldn't focus herself enough to keep watching her husband at work when normally it was so easy to follow his movements and listen to his intoxicating voice. She felt uncomfortable to the point that watching him was too much to focus on and the throbbing was too hard for her to ignore.

'Settle down baby girl.'

"You alright, you seem distracted?" Amanda leaned her head to the side, tearing her eyes away from the witness for a moment to look at (Y/n).

"Just feeling a bit rough."

(Y/n) bit her lip to keep herself more in focus but after a few minutes, her stomach pulled in and her shoulders hunched forward. Her breath stayed caught in her lungs before she slowly moved her hand further down her protruding stomach that was wriggling and sucking inwards.

(Y/n) rubbed her hand under her stomach and around the sides and for a second or two, between her legs. But when she moved her hand back, everything started to spin.

Why was there blood?

Tears were already clouding her vision and her body was slowly trembling from shock and the throbbing feeling that was turning into aches and pain pounding along with her heartbeat.

No, no, what was happening? She had been fine right up until the early hours of the morning when she felt achy and then just now in court it seemed to become more apparent. (Y/n) hadn't done anything, she didn't do anything wrong to hurt her baby or signify anything going wrong.

Managing to turn her head, (Y/n) looked at Amanda and lightly nudged her with her trembling elbow.

"I- I'm bleeding." (Y/n) could barely get the whisper past her lips but when she did, it made her heart add a few extra beats which pained her chest.

Amanda again tore her eyes away to look at (Y/n) but when she saw the little puddle of blood on her fingers, panic started to surge through her. Her body turned to look behind them at the other rows of civilians watching on with intrigue. They needed to get out quickly but as quietly as possible not to disturb the trial.

"Okay hun, let's get you out of here." Amanda moved her hands to gently hold (Y/n)'s elbow, reassuring her before trying to get her to stand so they could quietly make an exit. But then (Y/n)'s next words made that a lot trickier for Amanda to try and think about.

"I want Rafi."

Amanda moved her hand to rest on (Y/n)'s back and tried to smile reassuringly as she nodded. Barba was in the middle of a trial, he was right this second talking to a witness. But then again, if Amanda knew the sassy ADA then she knew that he wouldn't want (Y/n) to be sneaked out and taken to hospital without him knowing. And (Y/n) wasn't likely to go without him when she was scared, in pain and needed him to calm her down.

"Of course... I'll try and get him now for you just try and stay calm for me, everything is going to be okay." Amanda squeezed (Y/n)'s shoulder before she got up, leaning over so she could slowly get out of the aisle so she could try and get closer to Barba to talk to him.

She could see in (Y/n)'s eyes that the pain was now becoming very apparent and moving was going to cause a scene. If sitting down like this was uncomfortable and painful then standing and walking was going to be a lot worse.

She did feel bad, Amanda knew what she was about to do. By trying to even get Barba's attention she was going to disrupt the trial, make a set back for Barba and not to mention their poor witness who was practically shaking already and couldn't go through this again. Then there was the judge, he didn't seem the kind or forgiving type and this wouldn't seem like quite the emergency to him, Amanda would guess.

Reaching the wooden barrier that separated the court from the attorneys and witnesses, Amanda glanced around before she leaned over and tried to signal to Barba. Her fingers curled to try and get his attention and she made a small hissing noise of his name.

Rafael frowned and slowly turned around, his eyes darting from side to side before he frowned and shrugged his shoulders at Amanda when he realised she was the one hissing. He was just about finished with the witness and about to let the defendants lawyer talk to her.

"Barba we have a situation." Amanda's voice was low but the desperation in her eyes made Rafael's stomach drop to his toes.

"Mr Barba, are we keeping you from something?"

"Uh, no your Honour. No more questions for this witness, thank you." Nodding his head at the judge, Barba sat down in his seat at his desk but leaned as far back in his chair as he could manage. He turned his head slightly to the left and glanced at Amanda, curling his finger to indicate she could talk to him quickly.

"(Y/n)'s- uh, she's bleeding, Barba. There might be something wrong with the baby, I need to take her to hospital."

The moment those words hit Rafael's ears, Amanda saw the change in him immediately. His eyes darkened until they were black holes, every muscle in his face tensed and the veins in his neck were pulsating against his taught skin that was turning redder by the milisecond. When his eyes landed on his wife, Amanda could see Hell letting loose inside of him.

Rafael felt like he couldn't breathe when he caught just one glimpse of his beloved. She was leaning over like she wanted to fold in on herself but also didn't want to draw anyone's attention. But when her eyes looked up, he could see the terror hidden behind them. She was in pain, he knew when she was overjoyed, sad, pained, troubled and the happiest in the world. This was definitely a bad situation.

"Mr Barba, is there a problem? You do realise you are still required to listen to the defence, don't you?"

In a matter of seconds, Rafael snapped to his feet like a coiled spring, uttering the words 'approach the bench' without even requesting it before he was stood in front of the judge's box.

"I request a continuance your honour, an urgent personal matter has arisen and I need to leave."

"Leave? Mr Barba this court does not revolve around you, there is one more witness on the list today. What is the personal matter you have to attend to? If it is relevant then you may go and court will be adjourned."

The irritation was plain as could be on Rafael's face, this was not the time or the place for the judge to be criticising whether his personal problem was of relevance or not. It should be taken on account that if he was saying he had to go then clearly something was wrong. Rafael never had to leave court for any personal reason before in his time as an ADA. He had a high reputation and only wanted continuances when it was for his clients or witnesses, not himself.

"My wife is in the court today and she's suffering a pregnancy complication, I need to take her to a hospital." Rafael's palm started to tap on the wooden counter of the box and his foot rapidly beat against the polished floor. He had to go and he had to go now whether he was allowed or not.

"Finish today's agenda then go and be with your wife-"

"No that's not-"

"Security, please help Mrs Barba out of the courtroom and find a medic and get an ambulance. Court will not be adjourned, back to your desks gentlemen."

Rafael couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Judge Mason was not the kind of man to go easy on anyone, witness or not but he didn't think he would be this cold-hearted. This was an emergency, it was a desperation that Rafael had to go and be with (Y/n). When he turned to look back at her he could see the panic and the anguish in her watering eyes as she shook her head, trying to fight off the security. She would leave with Rafael and Amanda, no one else.

Even the defence had a look of sympathy for Rafael's predicament, this wasn't the time for the Judge to be playing God in the courtroom and it was clearly distressing for a few people here.

"Your Honour with all due respect that is my wife and unborn child, I am not waiting in court when I need to take her to the hospital. There will be a continuation or you carry on without me."

Rafael slammed his hand down on the counter a little harsher than he should have but his adrenaline and anger were getting the better of him. He was going whether he was told he had permission or not, his wife and baby were worth more than this job and everything else in his life put together. His anger was coming out and he wasn't going to be able to control himself for much longer, whether that meant he was in contempt of court or not.

"Mr Barba! If you walk out of this court you will be found in contempt and there will be grounds for mistrial."

"Esta corte puede besarme el culo."

The words came out in an angered but quiet tone, spat rapidly from Barba's lips on the premise that the judge couldn't speak his mother tongue. If anyone in the court spoke Spanish then they would have realised that he had told the judge that the court could kiss his ass. By the look on the judge's face, he wasn't sure what had been said but it was sure not to be something kind.

He didn't bother to turn and look back at the judge before he stormed past his desk and bent down on his knees in front of where (Y/n) was sitting. Shouts and murmurs could be heard all around them, the jury were being told to disregard what they had heard. Court was dismissed pending a meeting as to what had happened today.

"Carino, mi amour what's happened? Talk to me." The desperation in Rafael's voice could be heard from a mile away.

When he looked up at his wife, he saw that her face was absolutely drenched with tears, her eyes just barely managing to open and focus on him and her whole body was trembling and shaking. But the growing patch of blood between her thighs on her jeans was making Rafael's adams apple bob up and down and he went back to the old habit of straightening his tie and pulling down his shirt to try and control his mounting anxiety.

"We're gonna get you straight to the hospital, I'm not leaving you alone, carino."

(Y/n) reached her shaking hand out and grabbed Rafael's hand, entwining their fingers together causing his arm to shake from how badly she was trembling. She felt the slightest bit calmer when she felt him kissing the back of her hand but she could see the worry pooling into his orbs and that was never a good sign.

"I've got you, carino."

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2darklymelanatedstories · 2 years ago

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Dragonball High (ft Goku)

It's the first day at a new high school. I wasn't really nervous, I loved meeting new people plus my friends Bulma and Krillin were there. We've been friends my whole life. I put on my uniform, the classic white shirt, black pants and red tie. I gotta say I don't like formal wear so I put my jacket over it since I didn't have a blazer.

"Goku, hurry up its time to go!"

Master Roshi is calling. I better hurry, can't wait to see the strongest kids there and take them on.

I grabbed my stuff and ran out my room. I grabbed my giant lunch from the kitchen before saying bye to Roshi and flying off Capsule High. The first high school that let aliens and anyone else that wasn't human learn on Earth.

I landed outside the school gate. Half monsters, animal people, aliens and humans all together. It was a beautiful site. If only the rest of world was this accepting.

Next to me pulled up a nice, blue Capsule Corp brand car. Immediately I knew. She stepped out of the car dressed in her white shirt, blue skirt, wearing a signature brown glove, red Capsule Corp jersey and pink sneakers.

Looks like i wasn't the only one changing up the uniform.

"Hey Goku."she said. "Its been so long. How you been?"

"I'm good Bulma. So you finally got that drivers licence huh?"I asked, practically stating the obvious.

"Yep and my dad and I made this beauty. Now its perfect by my standards and full of surprises."she said confidently. "So you ready for your first day?"

"Yeah and I can't wait to join the martial arts team I've been hearing about and fight the strongest fighters here."I said, hitting my fist in my palm in excitement.

"Typical Goku."she sighed. Though Bulma does know how I get. "Though there is this guy who just transferred here a few weeks ago and he's a Saiyan too."

"Really? Another Saiyan!?"I exclaimed. Great. He must be strong.

"Yeah but he's a real meanie though."she sighed. "Anyway let me show you around." She led me inside and showed me around the school. Man was it huge. But anything sponsored by Capsule Corp should be.

The tour ended at my locker which was across from hers. She said I'd probably lose the key or forget the combination so she made me a fingerprint scanner on my locker. She knew me so well.

"Hey Goku!!"I turned away from Bulma to see my old buddy, Krillin, running towards us. He hasn't changed at all besides the fact that he grew hair.

"Yo, Krillin."I said waving to my shorter friend. "So whats new? Are you in the Super MMA team I've heard so much about?"

He expression changed after I said that, like he was angry and disappointed. He looked down in disappointment, his fists clenched.

"What happened buddy?"I asked.

"Well...its just..."

"He didn't make it."Bulma said, cutting him off.

"It wasn't my fault!"he exclaimed. "If it wasn't for Vegeta..." He was so mad, I've never seen Krillin this way. What did this guy do?

"Woah wait, who's this Vegeta?"I asked. They both just stood there in silence for a moment.

"Vegeta is the other Saiyan I was telling you about."Bulma said. "And he's not exactly Mr. Popular more like Mr Thinks-he's-high-and-mighty."she said sarcastically. "He's tormented a lot of people since he got here."

"That bad huh?"

"Yep and he's one of the strongest on the team, he's beaten everyone."she stated.

"Well in that case, how bout I teach him a lesson for bullying?"I asked. "Just lead me to him Bulma."

"Hold up. I can't, Goku, class is about to start and you can't just punch a guy you barely know in the face."Bulma said stopping me in my tracks.

"Wait, are you defending him Bulma?",Krillin asked accusingly. He folded his arms and glared at her. She immediately just laughed it off as a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead. "What....no, how could you even think that. Hehehe."

As if on cue, the bell rang. Karma taking Bulma's side once again. "Oh look the bell, lets head to homeroom Goku.",Bulma said, she grabbed my wrist and practically pulled me to class. I was actually unable to keep up and almost stumbled twice. Boy, was she in a hurry.

We entered our homeroom and immediately people started acting buddy-buddy with Bulma. She's probably the most popular in this school.

The teacher introduced me to the class before I went to sit by Bulma, Krillin and their friends.

I sat on an empty seat next to Krillin by the window. Bulma introduced me to their friends.

Tien, a triclops, I had to try so hard to stop myself from touching his 3rd eye.

Yamcha, Bulma's ex boyfriend, I'm pretty sure she's the one that gave him those scars as a warning to other guys below her standards.

18, she's apperently an android. And I caught Krillin looking at her funny. Whats all that about?

Apparently they're all part of Super MMA team too. But not Krillin, what the heck? He totally deserves to be on the team.

We were all talking for a while till the teacher started calling names. I was too distracted, thinking about the Super MMA team to notice the teacher calling my name three times.

"Goku!"everyone shouted causing me to fall off my chair in surprise.

"Ow.",I whispered. "Oh sorry Mrs...uh whatever your name is. Here." I nervously said.

"Goku, her name is literally engraved on the front of her desk.",Bulma stated. I scratched the back of my head and chuckled. "Sorry I cannot English today."

"Boy you're hopeless."

I sat back down as the teacher called Vegeta's name. I searched the room for him but he wasn't there.

"Vegeta?",the teacher called again.

"Calm down I'm here.",a voice said. I glanced at the door to see a spiky haired dude leaning against it. He was wearing a grey denim jacket over his shirt, no tie and black fingerless gloves. So that's Vegeta.

Everyone just stared in silence, some kid even stopped breathing once he saw Vegeta. Even the teacher looked nervous.

He walked past us and gave Krillin a glare. Poor guy almost fell off his seat. I'm pretty sure that amused Vegeta because he just chuckled then glanced at Bulma. A grin appeared on his face to which Bulma responded with sticking out her tongue. After seeing this he slowly licked his lips, which made Bulma blush and look away. He saw me staring at him and gave me a dirty look then sat in his seat at the back. This guy practically took the whole back row.

I was about to get up and talk to Vegeta when a black haired girl stumbled in. She was wearing the same uniform except with red fingerless fighting gloves and red sneakers.

"Chi Chi you're-"

"Yeah sorry I'm late Mrs...uhm...ms...sorry ma'am.",she stammered. Looks like I'm not the only one who forgot the teachers name. She looked familiar and I feel like I've heard that name before.

She glanced at me. I immediately sat back down, feeling a little weird. She came up to us.

"Hey guys.",she greeted.

"Hey Chi Chi."

She looked back at me. Her eyes hungrily stared at me like I was a piece of steak.

"Hello Goku.",she said softly. "Never thought I'd see you again."

What? How'd she know who I was and where have we met before? Well she looks like a fighter, maybe we met at a tournament. But I just stared in confusion.

"Uh. Do I know you?",I asked nervously. Everyone just fell to the ground. Chi Chi's eyes which were filled with what seemed like adoration changed to pure rage. I could literally see flames.

"Why you!",she started. "Bastard!" Woah, language.

"I can't believe you don't remember me!"she said as she punched me in the chest. It really hurt, I couldn't help but smile. Boy, she was strong, beautiful and fiesty. I just wish I could remember where we met.

"Hey sorry, its not my fault.",I said defensively.

"Yeah Goku fell on the head as a child and ever since then he'd sometimes have the memory of a goldfish.",Krillin said, stepping in between us.

She just huffed and sat on the chair next to Bulma, her arms folded.

The bell rang and we proceeded to head to our classes. Krillin and I had most of the same classes. Though I did see Vegeta a lot but he kept to himself unless he was terrorizing students.

It was lunch time and me and the gang headed to the cafeteria where I met some of their other friends. Puar, Oolong, Chiaotzu.

I left my table to get my food, the cafeteria food smelled delicious. Another perk of having rich people sponsor the school. I filled my plate but the lunch lady stopped me before i could finish everything. She even took five burgers off my tray. Aw man, now I was left with four burgers, two small bowls of noodles, 3 cupcakes, 7 apples and 1 pudding cup. I'm not gonna survive on this.

I sat back down in disappointment and everyone was staring at me.

"I forgot that Goku loved to eat." Krillin laughed. "Well I didn't, thats why I sent Roshi those lunch boxes as a welcoming gift for Goku.",Bulma said.

I immediately remembered the lunch boxes Roshi gave me today.

"Oh my lunch boxes. Almost forgot."I cheerfully said. Now I can snack after MMA tryouts. "Thanks Bulma!"

Suddenly I saw a hand snatch three of my burgers as fast as lightning.

"Thanks for the lunch, you fool."

I looked up to see Vegeta staring at me for a moment. Like he was observing me. Like he knew something about me that I didn't.

"Hey you!",Bulma shouted. "If it won't trouble your inconsiderate, annoying, high-and-mighty ass, we'd like to get back to our lunch."

He glared at her, he was really pissed, guess he wasn't use to someone speaking to him like that. Everyone in the cafeteria was soon staring at our table. Vegeta turned around, his eyes travelled around the room. The whole cafeteria bowed down to avoid his glare.

"Oh and keep the lunch. I know you don't get fed decent food and you're probably tired of eating out of the dumpster you call a home." Oh snap! Everyone lost it. The rich, preppy prodigy dissed the Great Vegeta.

"Why you little-",he started. I stood up in front of him so he wouldn't get any closer to Bulma. I knew she could handle herself but I really just wanted to see this guy fight.

"So I hear you're the king bee of this school, huh?"

"You could say that."

"Well I got a question for ya'.",I said. He grunted in response. "How 'bout we take this outside."

He smiled and followed me outside. Soon half the school was surrounding us.

I got in my fighting stance. "So Bulma tells me you're a Saiyan and that you're really strong.",I said.

"Oh she did, did she?" He glanced over at Bulma for a moment.

"Hey don't get any ideas!!"she shouted at Vegeta. He frowned and turned back to me.

"Lets see what you've got.",he said, getting into position. We both just stood their for a moment till Vegeta came at me with a punch. I blocked it then hit him in the jaw, sending him back.

"Not bad, for a peasant."he said. Wow he really does think he's high and mighty.

We went at each other with everything, well I was. I don't know if he was doing the same.

"Get him Goku!",Yamcha shouted.

"Yeah, punch that smirk off his face!",Bulma added.

Vegeta's foot aimed at my ribs but he got distracted by Bulma's words. That was my chance. I grabbed his leg and swung him around a few times before releasing him into a wall.

"Grrr...Kakarot.",he mumbled.

I looked at him confused. "What about a carrot?"

With no response he tackled me to the ground and punched me repeatedly, barely giving me a chance to block.

"Goku!" That voice. Chi Chi?

"Goku get up and crush this dweeb. Make him suffer!" Why do I feel like I've heard all that before?

"You dweeb, I'm gonna crush you."she said after trying to kick me in the face. I dodged it and tackled her.

"Do you give?",I asked, satisfied with her defeat. I held her arm tight and gropped her waist with her other arm in mine. Preventing any escape.

"Never!",she said. She stomped on my foot, making me release her arm as I winced in pain. "I'm going to make you suffer." She jabbed her elbow in my stomach. I coughed, clutching my stomach and chuckled.

"My you're strong. I've never met someone like you before."I, stated, still in a little pain. She positioned herself in her stance and smiled.

"Thats because there's only one of me."

Chi Chi, I remember now. I snapped out of it after hearing Tien.

"Shouldn't we help him?"

"Yeah, I say lets do it."Yamcha agreed.

"Guys wait Goku will be-"Bulma said. "Yeah, we should help him, Goku's my friend."Krillin said cutting her off.

Vegeta sent a ball of energy towards them before they could reach me. Guess, he didn't want any interruptions. I could hear their screams but knew they'd be fine.

Now's my chance. I punched him in the face and kicked him off me. I started forming my Kamehameha in the palms of my hand. Vegeta immediately followed with his own. We just stood there, balls of energy growing in our hands.

"KAAAAMEEEEEHHHHAAAAAMEEEHHH-"

"Stop!",a stern female voice made everyone freeze on the spot. Even Vegeta.

"Oh shxt its the Principal.",said someone in the crowd. I glanced over to the light purple woman, she had pointy ears and small white horns on her head, she wore a white suit, white heel boots and her light lavender hair was tied into a cute messy top bun.

She actually didn't look bad. Looked like she trains...wait the principal is an alien too!?

There were a bunch of guys in black suits behind her. Some alien, some human. Next to one of the guards stood a green dude in our uniform but with his sleeves torn, showing of his ripped muscles. He had pointy ears too and antennas on his forehead. He didn't look quite happy to be here.

The Principal glanced over at Vegeta. He tried to look tough but I could sense he was getting nervous.

"Vegeta.",she said.

"Yes I know ma'am, wont happen again."he said, his voice lowered a bit out of embarrassment.

"Hmp." She turned to me. "I assume you're the new student, Goku." It wasn't a question. She already knew.

"Uhm, yes and you're the principal right?"I asked. I lent out my hand hoping for a handshake but as soon as I did everyone gasped. She glanced at my hand and back at me.

"I'm Principal Toriyama. Goku, Bulma says you're close friends and she's convinced me to enroll you in our school.",she said leaving me hanging. "I hope I didn't make a mistake."

I frantically waved my hands in the air. "Uh no, no, ma'am, I promise it won't ha-happen again."I said.

"Good because I've requested Sensei to add you to the Super MMA team."

"What!!",Vegeta and I screeched in unison. But for completely different reasons.

"Yes, we'll be battling students from across the galaxy and we could use someone like you.",she said. "So, I assume thats a yes." I glanced over at my best friend for a minute.

"Only if my friend Krillin can join too."

"Really Goku!?",Krillin asked with hope I'm his eyes.

"Yeah you're my best friend, I'd be crazy to leave you behind."

"Well I was planning on filling that spot with Piccolo over here.",she said pointing at the green dude, who's arms were folded, still didn't look happy to be here. "But I suppose we have room for one more."

"Yes!",I shouted.

"No!",Vegeta retaliated.

"What was that Vegeta?"the principal asked. "I could easily give away your spot."

"Uh...nothing."

"Then its settled. Now-",she said. She snapped her fingers and a bunch of guys in suits came with a toolbox, a bunch of flowers, paint supplies, shovels, bricks and cement, a wheelbarrow. "-you three are going to clean up this mess and fix what you broke."

"Three?",I asked.

"Yes, you, Vegeta and Piccolo. Piccolo destroyed a few things too, earlier today."she clarified. After all this, her expression never changed. It was still cold and emotionless.

The bell rang and the principal cleared her throat. "Get to work you three. As for everyone else, head to class. Now."she ordered. "Oh, and stop calling me ma'am, makes me feel old."

"Umm, Principal Toriyama.",I heard Krillin say. "Can I help them?"

"Me too."Bulma raised her hand. "And us." The whole gang offered to help. Good 'cause I dont think it'd be a good idea to leave me alone with Vegeta and some grumpy looking green guy I've never met before.

"Sure, I don't care as long as everything is clean."she said blandly. She then left us there, with the men in suits following her.

"Aw, thanks guys."I said. Vegeta just scoffed, grabbed a shovel and began filling the crater we made, alone. I grabbed one too and went over to help him.

"I don't need you're help."he growled.

"Would you just get off your high horse and let us help."Bulma said. Vegeta just grunted and continued.

Boy does she have a way with him. If I said that I'd probably get punched in the face.

Everyone started working. Vegeta and I were filling the crater. Tien and Yamcha were fixing the wall. Krillin was fixing and repainting some benches and poles we broke. Chi Chi, Puar and Oolong tended to the flowers and plants. 18 was helping Bulma fix the wires Vegeta blasted when he tried to hit Krillin, Yamcha, 18 and Tien. Piccolo was fixing the fountain by himself, he enjoys his own company.

"Hey Piccolo."I called out.

"What?" He sounded almost annoyed.

"I'm excited to have you on our team. You must be really strong if they added you.",I said cheerfully.

He smirked and went back to working on the fountain. New school, new friends, new partners and a chance to fight the best fighters across the universe.

Yep, I'm gonna love it here at Capsule High.

#goku #bulma #goku x chichi #vegeta #yamcha #tien #krillin #piccolo #chi chi #android 17 #android 18 #dragonball #dragonball z #dbz #dbs super #dragonball super

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katelynn-a-fan · 5 years ago

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Somewhere Over The Rainbow: Chapter 3

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Summary: Patton and Remus have found a wound on the child’s stomach that’s bleeding out fast. They attempt to beat the clock and get this child the help they need before it’s too late, if only Patton wasn’t so forgetful.

Word count: 6.9k (6869)

Warnings: Blood, hospital, thrashing

Remus cursed under his breath as Patton gasped and covered his mouth with his hand at the sight of the gash on the child’s stomach. Remus quickly dug around in his bag for something while Patton stood there like a deer in headlights, staring at the blood oozing from the wound.

Remus said something to him, but he couldn’t hear anything much over the roaring of the blood in his ears. His feet were like boulders rooting him to the spot. The world became dimmer as his thoughts raced through his head.

I can’t- Why didn’t I notice? I could’ve checked them and gotten Remus here sooner to help and then they wouldn’t be worse like they are now. I’m so stupid. I could’ve done so much more and I didn’t! I-

“Patton!”

Patton jumped nearly a foot as Remus’s voice cut through Patton’s spiraling thoughts. Whipping his head up to see Remus still kneeling in front of the couch, Patton squeaked belatedly in fright.

Remus’s face scrunched up with concern at Patton’s reaction. His eyes were wide and sympathetic, but his face hardened when Patton met his eyes.

“Patton, I need you with me. No going off into guilty land or something okay? You rescued him from the snow, you didn’t do this to him, so not seeing this isn’t your fault. I need your help to move him as fast as possible; you have to focus for me, alright?”

Sniffing a little, Patton wiped at his eyes where tears had begun to form again and solemnly nodded. His hands fiddled absently with his sleeves as he waited for Remus to instruct him on what to do; Remus was the expert on this, and Patton was following his guidance.

Pulling another medical item from his bag, Remus nodded back without really thinking about it.

“Okay, first thing’s first. Go get anything you need to drive us over to the hospital. Your car is better in the snow, so we’re taking yours instead of mine. Your wallet, keys, coat, and your crutches are probably the only things you’ll need. Only get the essentials, we need to get this child to the hospital as soon as we can.”

Patton frowned. The thought of driving this child to the hospital sent his pulse spiking, but it was the fastest and the most convenient option, he supposed. Scowling a little, however, Remus took his silence to mean something different.

“Patton, there is no time to call an ambulance, alright? You call an ambulance so that medical professionals can attend to you sooner, not just so you can get to the hospital sooner. And I’m the medical professional, so just do what I say and they’ll be fine.”

Patton went to protest, his lips parting in the ghost of a word, but time was of the essence. Instead of trying to preserve his pride by correcting Remus which would ultimately only waste more time, he humbled himself and bolted out of the living room.

His heart raced as he ran down the hallway towards his room. Wracking his brain, Patton attempted to recall where each item he needed to get was.

His crutches were in the living room, so he didn’t need to worry about those. His coat would be last; it was already hanging by the door. His wallet was in his coat pocket from where he had gotten groceries. Distracted by the prospect of baking cookies, he had forgotten to take it out after removing his coat. Everything was accounted for in his mind except for one item: his keys, the single most important part of his mission.

I’ll worry about getting my wallet and coat later; I already know where they are. First things first, I gotta focus on finding my keys.

Unable to slow his rapid momentum, Patton almost slammed into the doorframe in his haste. He managed to stop before his whole body made contact, but he did receive a grazing blow to his side that still ached from his earlier fall. Patton quickly recovered, though; the pain easily faded into the background like the aching of his feet.

Quickly shouldering his bedroom door open as he entered, he flipped the light switch to illuminate his surroundings. Patton had to blink for a few moments to adjust his eyes to the much brighter overhead light in his bedroom. His pupils were nearly pinpricks in the flood of new light, to the point of a slight bit of pain, but they slowly grew the longer Patton was in the room.

Covered in a plethora of plushies, Patton’s room was quite homey. The room was quite a vibrant, bright blue with pictures of various tiny animals on everything that could possibly have it. Patton’s bed covers were a gradient of light blue to white that he loved. He never got tired of blue; the color just spoke to him in a way none of the other colors did.

Pausing to think, Patton searched with his eyes around the room first. His first inclination was to scan the room left to right. But he had read something somewhere about how people noticed what they were looking for more when they went against that habit. So instead, Patton scanned from left to right, trying to jog his memory with where he had laid his keys.

Unfortunately, the tactic didn’t work. Patton couldn’t see his keys anywhere. He didn’t always bring his keys to his bedroom, but it was the first and farthest place he thought to look.

Starting out and searching slowly in, it saves time… I think. Patton frowned.

When he hadn’t seen his keys just by a glance, Patton began to search by hand. He launched into his search on the right just like he had done with only his eyes. Moving every item, Patton looked behind most of the things in his bedroom that he could.

Still no keys.

Maybe they aren’t here, I’m wasting time just searching one place. One of these times, I’m going to remember. It’s probably an obvious spot that will be the last place I look; it always is when I’m trying to find something like this.

Patton gave the room one last look-over before he backed out into the hallway again. Though he didn’t think they would be there, Patton stuck his head quickly into the bathroom after darting down the hall to it. Luckily, the hallway light was above him, so he didn’t even have to turn on the light to look the tiny room over.

There was always a possibility Patton had brought it in the bathroom without thinking about it. But Patton didn’t find anything in his quick scouring of the bathroom, so he moved on back towards the living room. It was then that Remus’s voice became audible from the living room.

“You found what you’re looking for? Please hurry!” Remus called out.

The sound of something ripping came from the living room as Remus tore off a piece of gauze to soak up some of the blood from the child’s abdomen, as Patton observed in passing the entryway to get to the kitchen table.

Patton frantically searched the table. Some of his partners' things still littered it, waiting for when they got home to use them again. He searched under books and cups and anything he could think of before he slammed his hands down on the table as frustrated tears sprang to his eyes. Trying desperately to bite back a cry of frustration, a small sound managed to escape his lips.

“Patton, you okay in there?”

Oops, Remus was not supposed to hear that. But I can’t fail now! I have to find the keys soon! Why is everything that could be going wrong, going wrong? I-

“Patton? Hello?”

Oh right, still haven’t answered him.

Patton pushed himself back up from the kitchen table, making sure he kept his voice level when he replied.

“Oh sorry, just trying to find my kee-ys.”

Patton cringed at the crack in his voice despite his best attempt not to have it do so. He flexed his fists like he did when he burned his hand, now he didn’t even feel the burn, it was never anything to bad. But the movement helped Patton focus again, to help beat back the panic of not finding the keys and making Remus worry.

“Wait, your keys are on the coffee table, you know.”

Patton’s hands stopped flexing.

“Wait, they are?” Patton bolted back into the living room, where Remus was preparing to press down on the wound on the child’s stomach after wiping some of the blood away.

Arching his eyebrows in a silent question, Remus nodded toward the coffee table where sure enough, Patton’s keys rested. Patton stared dumbly at the keys, mouth gaped open. How he could’ve possibly missed that they were there?

Avoiding Remus’s probing eye contact, Patton hurriedly grabbed the keys from the coffee table. He stuffed them in his pocket with his phone before coming over to Remus’s side again. Patton continued to avoid eye contact, focusing in on the child instead and how pale they suddenly looked.

“Do I need to do anything yet?” Patton asked.

Remus’s gaze flickered down to Patton’s pajamaed form and then glanced at Patton’s coat.

“Go put your coat on. We’re going to carry them out as quick as we can, so I need you clothed before we move them.”

Wringing his hands, Patton nodded. He bounded over to his coat, but when he went to pluck it off the hook, it stubbornly hung onto the hanger. Patton nearly knocked everything off of it as he pulled his coat this way and that. After trying to do that, he finally just hooked his fingers under the coat and found where the coat was being snagged and then easily lifted it off the hanger.

Another snag Patton encountered was when he went to put his coat on. His sweater’s long sleeves bunched up at the elbow as he put the coat on. He was forced to pull his hands out before thrusting them back in; then he was able to slip his arms through much more smoothly the second time.

Once it was on, he made sure to pat his coat pockets to make sure he did indeed have it. Patton breathed a deep sigh of relief when he did grasp the wallet in his left jacket pocket. Turning up the collar on his coat in preparation for the cold when he got outside, he stooped down to pull on his snow boots. Fortunately, putting on his boots proved to be the easiest feat he had to accomplish. Wiggling his toes, Patton adjusted his boots to make sure they were snug and comfortable before he then more clunkily made his way back to Remus.

Remus gazed up at Patton as he approached. His footsteps were much more audible than moments before, so Remus was able to anticipate his approach, evident by his gaze already pinning him down before he even got into Remus’s view.

“Okay, if you’re ready, I’m gonna have to stop this blood flow, but they're not gonna like it. You gotta help me make sure they don’t squirm too much, no matter how much they cry for me to stop okay?”

Patton winced at the thought of the pain they had to inflict to try to help this child, but he nodded, if but very hesitantly.

Patton’s wince didn’t escape Remus and he softly sighed, as if trying not to sound too angry.

“Promise me, Patton. I know you’ve got a lot of empathy up there in that brain of yours, but please, work with me even if they scream for it to stop. It’ll only be until we get to the hospital, alright?”

Patton’s eyes widened, a preemptive tear coming to his eyes as he nodded more vigorously.

“I promise, Remus. It’s like a disinfectant. Hurts but helps.” Patton tried to make his voice steady, but it shook despite his best effort.

Remus smiled thinly, but it didn’t last long. His face turned serious as he turned back to the child’s pale form and beckoned Patton over.

“You support his lower half, I’ll apply pressure and support his upper half until we get to the car and you can get in and drive us off.”

Patton interjected before Remus could start, “We’ll also need my crutches and the ice scraper for the windshield.”

Remus made direct eye contact and nodded.

“Okay, go get those quickly, once we’ve got them to the car then. You ready?.”

Turning to the child, Patton nodded.

“Get ready. 1, 2, 3!”

Remus pressed down on the child’s stomach, and Patton immediately understood why Remus had cautioned him not to panic at what Remus was going to do. The child almost instantly groaned, a fair number of creases appearing on their forehead as their face screwed up in pain. Patton fought hard to suppress the urge to tear Remus’s hand away from the child’s stomach.

Patton bit his lip as Remus looked over at Patton, and together they carefully lifted the child. Patton and Remus had some difficulty maneuvering around the coffee table, but they managed.

The child, however, began to whimper and sluggishly squirm against Remus’s hand creating pressure on their wound. Too weak to do anything much, the child’s hands flopped against Remus’s hand without much coordination. Other than the child being vaguely aware of where the pain was, they had barely enough focus or strength to nudge Remus’s hand. It honestly broke Patton’s heart… again. If only Patton could take all this child’s pain away, he would in a heartbeat.

Slowly, they inched their way to the door. It’s much slower going than any of them would’ve preferred, but it was as fast as they could go without hurting the child more than they were already hurt by acting carelessly.

Remus got to the door first. He gestured with his head for Patton to move around to open the door; Patton was the only one of them who had a free hand to spare for the time being. Shuffling around to be closer to the door, Patton obliged Remus. He tried not to drop the child as he removed his right hand from under the child, but the child was genuinely so light that the weight distribution didn’t make much of a difference.

Patton opened the door with one hand and shouldered the door open the rest of the way behind himself so he didn’t have to use his hand to continue to open the door. Testing something while Remus wasn’t paying much attention to him, Patton slowly let go of the child's leg. He watched to see any strain on Remus’s face, but there was none even as Patton fully removed his hand.

It wasn’t until Remus stepped forward, looking down at the child’s legs and then over to Patton that Remus was aware the weight distribution had changed. Glancing between the child and Patton, Remus frowned for a moment before he spoke aloud.

“Oh, I suppose this child’s lighter than I thought. That’s… not good. But...”

Remus gazed back to Patton, who was still standing beside him gaping down at the child’s utter lack of weight. His eyebrows drew together slightly as his eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing just standing there? Go get your crutches and the ice scraper. I’ve got them and I can take them the rest of the way to the car. Go!”

Patton jumped a little at the volume, but it was enough to startle him into movement. He sprinted the opposite way than Remus was back into the living room. He quickly grabbed his crutches, leaning against the couch arm like they had been since Patton put them there.

Darting back to the door, Patton rested them near the door instead so that he could quickly get the ice scraper and get on down the road. Remus had probably gotten the child to the car

There were two places it had to be: in a drawer in the study, or in the basket under everything. Patton deliberated only for a moment before he started to the closer one. The basket. He threw item after item of clothes and a few of his and his partners’ well-worn shoes behind him without caring too much where they landed in his haste.

But even after he threw item after item out of the basket, there was no sign of the ice scraper. It wasn’t until his hand came up with empty air as he had gone through every item that he was certain that the ice scraper wasn’t in there. That could only mean it was in the study at the back of the house.

Well, I gotta have it if I want to be able to see while I drive, so here goes nothing.

Patton huffed softly as he pushed himself up from where he had been hunched over the basket. He darted rapidly down the hallway. He passed his own bedroom and his partners’, not even giving them a glance until he reached the study.

Like his bedroom a few minutes before, he blinked in the sudden light of the room. Patton went to the first set of drawers that were more likely to have the item he needed and yanked it open, his eyes hopeful and his mouth slightly open in anticipation. His face dropped, however, when the only thing in the drawer was various pieces of paper decorated with notes and details of his and his partners' various projects they worked on, both together and for their own professions.

Snapping the first drawer shut, Patton pulled the second drawer under the first one open. The second drawer contained various writing supplies as well a couple of car air fresheners. That only spurred Patton on as he slid the drawer closed again, holding his breath as he slid the third and the bottom most drawer open.

And there it was.

Patton inwardly celebrated as the drawer slid open and revealed not only the ice scraper he needed sitting there in the drawer, but various other seasonal tools such as a mini handheld fan and even a mini trowel. Only grabbing what he had come in there looking for, Patton didn’t close the drawer with his hands, instead straightening up first and nudging it closed with his foot. The drawer closed with a satisfying click and with that Patton was off back out the study’s door.

He flipped the lights off before he completely left the study. It was a waste to leave the light on when he wasn’t coming back for who knows how long.

And with the ice scraper in hand, Patton ran back down the hall. However, his foot decided right then would be when everything caught up with it, and a large spike of pain shot through it. Thankfully, the sudden pain didn’t cause him to lose balance, but it did cause him to have to support himself for a moment on the hallway wall.

“Ow…” Patton whined softly, trying not to cry out in pain.

Gritting his teeth, he slowly moved off the wall and limped even as his foot sent pain through him with every step. Patton’s only saving grace was that the pain was rapidly fading, though it couldn’t come fast enough in Patton’s opinion.

Passing by the living room nearly ready to bolt out into the snow to join Remus, Patton caught something out of the corner of his eye that made him slow up.

The second cookie.

He hadn’t ever finished it when he had heard the sound outside the door, so it was just sitting there sadly, half eaten.

Should- I can’t take too long, but I really don’t want to leave. Oh, who am I kidding?

Making a sound that he doubted he could recreate even if he tried, Patton limped over quickly to the coffee table where the cookie was sat and nabbed it. Thankfully he still had the napkin, so he quickly was able to wrap it like the two other cookies and easily slip them into his coat pocket.

As quickly as he got over there, he instantly turned and hurried back to the door. Patton turned off the lights in the living room as he came to them. He had to leave the kitchen lights on as he truly couldn’t waste any more time before he got his crutches and slipped through the crack into the door into the cold winter air.

Despite his coat, Patton still shivered in the frigid air of the outside. He had the distinct compulsion to wrap something tighter around himself. But Patton had buttoned up his coat already and there was nothing to wrap tighter around him, so instead he gently rubbed his own arms as he made his way down the steps.

Looking up at the car, Patton expression momentarily screwed up in confusion. Remus was still outside of the car. He was holding the child tightly to himself while trying to still press on their wound at the same time. It wasn’t until Remus turned around at the soft sound of the front door firmly closing that it hit Patton.

He hadn’t unlocked the car door.

“Patton, the car doors are-” Remus called out to him.

“Locked? I just realized. Crap, crap, crap, crap.” Patton hastily fumbled for his keys, adjusting the ice scraper and the crutches in his arm to fish in his coat pocket for them. As Patton pulled them out, he pressed the unlock button due to years of muscle memory.

Shoulders relaxing a little as he briskly walked towards the car, Patton sighed as he watched Remus open the car door with his fingertips and quickly eased the child into the back seat. They easily laid across the backseat, only taking up a little more than one lying down on the seat. All this gave Remus more than enough room to sit beside them in the last spare seat by the open door as he stretched out his hand to close it.

Even trudging through the almost three inch layer of snow on the grass portion of his walk, Patton made quick progress to the driver side door. Unfortunately, another complication in the already long series of unfortunate hangups occurred.

Before he attempted to get into the car, Patton wielded the ice scraper he had diligently retrieved from the house and set his crutches to the side once more. He swiped away the layer of pure snow on the windshield first. The powdery snow cascaded down the hood of the car and off the side of the windshield like a frozen yet mobile waterfall or a mini avalanche.

Once the snow was removed, Patton set about trying to apply the perfect amount of pressure that wouldn’t scratch or shatter the windshield, but would break up the ice. Starting to scrape the ice off rapidly, he found the sweet spot and set about clearing enough of the ice to see the road to safely drive.

It was entirely too long before Patton was satisfied with the amount of ice cleared away. He shook off the ice scraper as he picked up his crutches and stepped to the other side of the driver’s side door.

When Patton went to open the driver’s side door, though, the door didn’t budge. Frustrated tears sprang to Patton’s eyes for the third time that day as he tried again to tug the door open to the same failed result.

“Come on! Please! I just need one thing to work out right now! Time is of the essence! Now. Open. Up!” Patton accentuated his last few words with concurrent tugs on the door.

To Patton’s great delight, the door finally gave way as he tugged the last time, opening with more force than normal due to the sharp tugs Patton had been making to dislodge the door from it’s icy prison. Patton breathed a tiny huff of relief as he righted himself from the slightly off balance stance he had from the sudden shifting of the door.

“That door gave you a lot of trouble, now come on!” Remus called up from the backseat of the car.

“Yeah, I’m working on it!” Patton snipped back without too much bite.

Slipping into the driver's seat with some slight difficulty due to how long his crutches were, Patton got into his car at breakneck speed and set his items aside. He produced the keys once more from his pocket and jammed them into the ignition with the swiftness of a coursing river as Li Shang from Disney’s Mulan sang.

Murmuring a quiet plea, Patton braced himself for failure as he turned the key in the ignition. However, he was pleasantly surprised to find the car easily turned over, the roaring of the engine sending pleasant jolts of surprise through Patton as he mouth slightly fell open.

Huh. That’s great, I didn’t even have to try again.

Patton huffed in relief as he gripped the wheel in silent celebration. Going to depress the brake, Patton didn’t hesitate to attempt to slip the car into gear to begin his slow creeping backwards down the driveway. However, in his sudden haste he accidentally pressed the gas pedal instead, slowly revving the engine.

Patton frowned as the sound of the engine grew louder until it hit him, his eyes widening and his cheeks tinging pink.

He was lucky Remus couldn’t see in the dim light or he would see Patton’s cheeks and his sheepish expression as Patton spoke.

“Oops, sorry, wrong pedal.” Patton said, trying not to sound too embarrassed.

“Yeah, yeah, you made a mistake. No need to dwell on it, please just go! There’s no time for apologies or formalities!” Remus raised his voice unapologetically, an edge of hardness but also of panic in his voice.

Patton’s cheeks only got hotter at Remus’s words. His stomach was tight and as was his chest.

“Okay.” Patton said thickly, blinking a few times as he kept his gaze on the garage door.

This time, he made sure he was pressing the brake instead of the gas before he slipped the car finally into reverse. Patton prayed his blush was gone or that the lights were still too dim for Remus to properly discern his face when he turned around in his seat to reverse out of the driveway.

Bit by bit, Patton let up on the brake and held his breath as the car began to back down the slight hill the driveway was on. He could already tell as he bit his lip that the drive was going to be slower going than he wanted and very precarious.

Patton’s eyes flitted over to Remus, who wasn’t focusing on him, but was focused downwards on the child. That was where Patton’s eyes flickered to next, he couldn’t see all of the child as the headrest blocked a portion of his view. But of what he did see, the child had already gotten worse since the last time Patton had properly seen them.

Remus had a blood-soaked piece of gauze he was switching out for a new and fresh piece. The child was not going to last long if they bled that much in such a short amount of time. Laying mostly still, the child was no longer trashing against Remus’s hand as he pressed down on their wound. And that could’ve comforted Patton, but instead it just gave him a sinking sensation in his gut that he couldn’t quite place.

Patton shook his head a little like he was trying to clear it.

He was getting distracted. He couldn’t get distracted. This was too important.

Patton winced as the car bounced as it backed down onto the main road. Opening his mouth, Patton nearly began to apologize for the harsh movement until the words Remus said came back to him.

‘There’s no time for apologies or formalities!’

Should I apologize? Did it- Wait! Can’t get distracted! Gotta drive.

Patton pressed the brakes as fast as he dared to bring the car to a full stop in the proper spot in the road. Thankfully, he had angled the wheel to turn them properly on the road as the car had exited the driveway.

Shifting the car into drive, Patton slowly drove through the thick slush on the road towards the hospital. The slush ultimately made the road bumpy enough that Patton was again brought back to concern about the child in the back seat directly behind him, but Remus was also back there with them. Remus could tell him if he needed to slow down. Patton needn’t worry.

Patton and Remus in the car slowly rolled down the block in mutual silence. The incessant crunching sound of the snow underneath the car’s tires was the only backing track they had to the slow trek.

To remedy the lack of sound and the creeping awkwardness that came with it, Patton pushed the button to turn on the radio to turn it on. When both he and Remus jumped at the blasting sound of some drums, Patton immediately lunged for the volume dial. Biting back yet another apology to Remus, he turned the volume to the lowest setting.

Instead of apologizing, Patton glanced back to Remus. Remus was looking away as Patton’s focus shifted to him. His heart raced faster as Remus’s expression was stern but slowly turned to a deeper and deeper concern at Remus looked the child over.

It wasn’t until an element of panic slipped into Remus’s expression that Patton’s heart really began to race.

Unfortunately, Patton had to tear his eyes from Remus as he had let his gaze wander for too long. Gratefully, when he turned back to the road, nothing was in his way and he hadn’t accidentally deviated too far across any of the lines he could only guess were there under the thin but obscuring layer of snowy slush on the road.

“Patton.” Patton’s hands tightened on the steering wheel with that one word from Remus. Remus’s voice was mostly steady, but near the end of his name, Remus’s voice wavered and nearly broke. Just that was enough to send ice down his veins, and not from the cold outside.

Only able to chance a glance in the mirror at him, Patton didn’t turn to face Remus. The ice-in-the-veins feeling in Patton only grew at what expression Remus’s face held in the rearview mirror.

Remus’s eyes were wide and his mouth was slowly opening, his lips parted.

“Y-Yes, Remus?”

Patton gulped, trying to swallow down the lump that formed in his throat.

“Go faster.”

Those two words sent chills down his spine (in addition to the ice in his veins). Remus sounded deadly serious.

Remus never sounded serious.

And right now, Patton was not about to argue with him when they needed to get this child to the hospital as quickly as possible. But even so, Remus’s voice stuck with Patton. It took a lot for Remus to be even slightly serious and Remus’s expression was devoid of anything but seriousness.

Patton’s pulse spiked at Remus’s tone as he turned the corner. They weren’t far from the hospital now, which Patton was grateful for. Luckily for the three of them, the hospital wasn’t far from Patton’s house, so they didn’t have too much longer to go.

Knuckles turning white, Patton gripped the steering wheel in a death grip. They had to save him.

GOD, I wish I could go faster in this weather! I just want to BE THERE so it’s not like both of us are waiting for something to go wrong.

Having to fight the urge to place his head between his legs, Patton bit his lip hard enough to accidentally draw blood. The metallic taste of his own blood only further brought back the memory of the child’s front blooming with blood.

Memories of the child’s cries when they weren’t aware of what was happening and their thrashing when Remus finally put pressure on their wound rewound itself like a tape and kept circling through Patton’s head.

Whoever you are and wherever you have been, my- my? ...my child, you won’t be hurt by whoever hurt you this way ever again. I vow it. A vow is a promise, and I always keep my promises.

Edging the car as fast he dared due to Remus’s insistence, Patton focused more on the road in front of him once more to bat away all of the thoughts that were threatening to overwhelm him.

When Patton heard a low curse behind him, he nearly broke his neck in haste to low back at Remus. But the moment Patton looked back, he was met with Remus’s eyes. They were hard and something Patton did not want to mess with.

Remus's eyes were a clear message: Turn around and focus on driving, asshole. I’m dealing with too much to have you hounding me.

If Remus were speaking aloud or if he had more clear evidence that Remus had cursed loud enough, Patton would have chastised him (at an appropriate time, mind you) on using such language and in front of an impressionable child nonetheless. Instead, he whipped his head back around at nearly the same breakneck speed and let his eyes again focus more on the features outside.

Even after so many times he had tried, it proved fruitless to even continue to try to follow the outline of various shapes in the snow on the sides of the road or anything to distract himself. No matter how interesting or detailed the patterns the snow made in the distance, Remus’s curse gnawed at the back of his brain.

What had happened? Was the child even more hurt than either of them thought? Had Remus uncovered an even more hidden wound?

Patton bit his lip again despite the metallic taste still lingering in his mouth from his bitten lip. He was on the edge of verbally screaming or just something to release the growing tension in his body and his mind.

However, he didn’t have time to try as the sign for the hospital finally came into the view. It was still very distant, but that didn’t stop from Patton feeling like a man in the desert finding an oasis in the distance. Except luckily for Patton, unlike the thirsting man in the desert, this vision of relief was not a mirage fabricated by the mind. This was reality, not something fake or mental, a physical object that signaled the salvation of this child.

Caught in the pleasant haze of being within eyesight of the hospital, Patton jumped at Remus’s abrupt and harsh grip on Patton’s shoulder. Just the tight grip alone increased Patton’s heart rate again, but what came next would nearly stop it.

He didn’t turn around, his eyes not leaving the road. Patton had learned not to turn around to face Remus, so he didn’t turn around. Remus appeared to wait for Patton to turn around, judging by his hand not moving on Patton’s shoulder.

When Patton continued to face forwards, Remus took the initiative and leaned forwards towards Patton and whispered in his ear: “Fast and Furious, now.”

Patton’s eyes widened, his grip somehow becoming even tighter on the steering wheel. His foot pressed the gas as Patton had seen at least one of the movies from the franchise, though which one he had no clue, but Remus’s message was obvious. Also, the name was self explanatory, Fast and Furious.

If Remus needed ‘Fast and Furious’, ‘Fast and Furious’ was what he was going to get.

Patton pressed down the pedal even more, the engine revving faster and faster as Patton pushed the car far beyond his comfortable speed in the wintery and snowy weather.

His vision tunneled into just the hospital sign as he pushed the car to its snowy limits. Patton had to let up on the gas only a little bit when the car started to fishtail a little bit, but other than that he really raced down the road as fast as he could.

Slowing down only at the last minute, Patton yanked the wheel to turn into the hospital parking lot. His heart was jumping in his chest, but whether it was from the excitement of getting there or the stress from having to drive all the way there, there was no way to tell.

Patton gasped softly. The hospital parking lot had been salted, so the hospital was virtually clear of snow, which meant Patton could go at whatever speed he liked.

He wasted no time in navigating down the path, bypassing each exit into the parking lot for a much better route, the emergency lane of the front of the hospital. Patton nearly swerved into a pillar of the overhang over the entrance in his hurry, but he corrected the mistake before the car made contact.

No, he didn’t care if what he was doing was illegal. They had to get this child help as quickly as possible, and only in this instance was Patton a little more willing to break the law if he had to.

As soon as he was nearing a stop, Patton heard Remus’s door open as Remus hastily prepared to rush the child into the building. Patton threw the car into park as fast as he could, opening the door and jumping out to assist Remus.

Remus had already gotten his medical bag back on his shoulder and was in the process of picking the child up when Patton came around to assist. Seeing Remus had his bases mostly covered, Patton resorted to propping the door open for him and supporting the child a little where he could. Remus carefully picked the child up in a half bridal carry while still pressing that constant pressure on their abdomen.

Once Remus had a proper hold, he immediately bolted for the doors. Patton was close behind, having to close and lock the doors in his frantic state.

The automatic doors opened swiftly in anticipation for Remus and Patton, slowly easing closed with a relaxed slowness that was nowhere near the panic of the two running through them.

Distracted by something on her desk for a brief moment, the woman at the front desk started with a “How may I help you?” before looking up and her eyes went wide in recognition.

“Huh, Remus, you’re a little earl- Wait, is that-”

Remus interrupted her as he ran past the desk.

“Ava, Code Blue! Code Blue! They’re bleeding out!”

Ava’s eyes widened and she pushed a button, bringing the phone in front of her to her ear. “Code Blue coming from the front. Dr. uh, Remus, he- just find Remus!”

Ava slammed the phone down as Patton started to run past her; Patton skidded to a stop just past the desk.

“Whoa, where are you going? You aren’t authorized medical personnel.”

Patton waved his hands and gestured down the hall towards Remus.

“I- I’m with Remus, he-”

Ava interrupted him.

“Oh, you must be Patton? Remus has mentioned you once or twice.”

Patton nodded curtly, ready to bolt down the hallway when he could.

“Can I follow Remus back there?”

Ava smiled sadly, her eyes conveying all the apologies her lips couldn’t.

“Unfortunately no, not unless you are related to the patient or you have some kind of medical degree?”

Patton opened his sharply, ready to lie and say anything to get him back there to make sure he could be with the child. But just as he began to shape his first word, he stopped.

It was true, he wasn’t a medical professional. If he got back there, what would he even do? He wasn’t a surgeon, he couldn’t just go in there and watch. This… was a benched trial for him, Patton supposed.

He snapped his mouth shut before he opened it again, speaking the truth instead of basing his first interaction with Ava on lies. Patton’s words came out much more calm and sad than before, his shoulders slumping as he dropped eye contact.

“No. I’ll… just be in the waiting room then I guess.”

Walking a little bit back towards the waiting room, Patton stopped before turning back to Ava, who was looking at him as he retreated with sympathetic eyes.

“Can… can you tell Remus where I am or notify me if he asks for me? I’ll… be here.”

“I will, Patton. You can count on me.” Ava nodded, her eyes still open and sympathetic.

And with that, he went over into the waiting room where there were only two or three other people.

Patton sat down, his legs suddenly wobbling uncontrollably just as he reached the seat. But even in the comfy cushions of the seat, Patton could not even hope to get comfortable. Placing his head between his legs like he so desperately wanted to in the car, Patton finally let himself cry openly for this child and their uncertain fate.

#somewhere over the rainbow #sotr #sort #patton sanders #intruality #child #k's writing #sander sides fic #tw blood #blood tw #hypothermia #protective patton #eventual romantic dlampr #chapter 3

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goldenchocobo · 5 years ago

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Kingdom Hearts Disney Character Daemons

I’ve finally done it, and made a list of all 59 human Disney character’s Daemons that appear in Kingdom Hearts.

I’ve listed them in Game Order and then World Order, with Worlds appearing in subsequent games only listed in the first game they debuted in including all characters, even if they themselves didn’t appear in that game (eg. Olympus is only listed in KH1, but includes Meg). I’ve added notes as well for a ‘quick analysis or things I’ve found out while researching the animals, names or characters.

Since it’s a monster of a list, I’ve saved everyone some Dash space and listed everything under the cut.

Kingdom Hearts

Wonderland

Alice: Unsettled, usually in the form of a cat. Jacob (Dinah)

Queen of Hearts: Anna’s Hummingbird. Basil

Notes: I wasn’t sure if I was going to include the Queen or not- but I decided to, since there isn’t anything that says she’s not human. I chose a hummingbird for her for her frequent mood swings due to the fact that (male) hummingbirds can get very aggressive.

Olympus Coliseum

Hercules: Pegasus (he’s half mortal so, they’d be extraordinary)

Megera: Ferret. Creon

Notes: I’ve found myself with a stereotype that if I can’t find a particular animal for a Daemon, I simply make them a mustalidae, but I think it works with Megera as she gives off a fem-fetale confidence.

Deep Jungle

Tarzan: African Fish Eagle. Juana

Jane: Jewel Beetle (Chrysochroa fulgidissima). Iain

Clayton: Sabor

Notes: These were some of the hardest Daemons I’ve had to place, since I could not think of what to give them (apart from Clayton). But looking closer at Tarzan and Jane’s personalities, I chose what I feel are fitting Daemons, with the Eagle being a symbol of bravery, and the Beetle being a symbol for intellect and quirkiness.

Agrabah

Aladin: Sadaf (Abu)

Jasmine: Arabian Mau. Dara

Jafar: Jacqueline (Iago)

Notes: I did almost give Jasmine Rajah for her Daemon, but wanted something smaller and less imposing, but equally as outgoing, so I decided to keep in the Feline family. Also, TIL; Iago is Welsh for Jack.

Monstro

Gepetto: Fidela (Figaro)

Notes: I do want to say that I think that once Pinocchio becomes human he would get a Daemon, and that Daemon would be Jimminy, granted by the Blue Fairy. But considering Jimminy’s role in the KH franchise, I thought it would be weird for him to be traveling with Sora + co.

Neverland

Wendy: Unsettled, Mostly takes the form of a Bluebird. Geoffrey

Peter: Unsettled, usually the form of a Cuckoo. Ceil

Slightly: Unsettled, usually in the form of a Vixen. Jackie

Cubby: Unsettled, usually in the form of a Black bear cub. Thea

Hook: Slender Mongoose. Adelaide

Mr. Smee: Mallard duck. Deryn

Notes: Smee’s Daemon was going to be a Schipperke (a small black dog) until I looked up Smee’s name and found it was a common old name to call Waterfowl (mainly ducks and Smews), and his personality fit!

Kingdom Hearts II

Land of Dragons

Mulan: Cri-Kee

Le Shang: Pallas Cat. Ushas

Shan Yu: Hayabusa

Ling: Japanese Macaque. Binh

Yao: Hamadryas Baboon. Jie

Chien Po: White-Cheeked Macaque.Yu

The Emperor: Indochinese Tigress. Indrani

Notes: I based Ling, Yao and Chien Po on the three wise monkeys in terms of Daemon themes. The White-Cheeked Macaque isn’t the best choice, however, since it was only recently discovered..

Beast’s Castle

Belle: Eurasian Jay. Clarus

‘Beast’: Wild European Sow (Boar). Addison

Notes: I wasn’t going to give Beast a Daemon at first- she’d only appear in his human form at the end credits scene anyway, but I chose to give him one of his design inspirations, since the personality matched.

Port Royal

Capt. Jack Sparrow: Sparrow Hawk. Wyleye

William Turner Jr: Arctic Tern. Vilma

Elizabeth Swann: Barnacle Goose. Aaron

Capt. Hector Barbosa: Great Skua. Rossa

Notes: Yes, they’re all birds because all of their names (apart from Barbossa) were names of birds. I changed Jack’s from just ‘Sparrow’ to ‘Sparrowhawk’ since I think that suited him more. Also, Skuas may look like a drab seagull, but they are mean little things that rob other birds for food and eat chicks!

Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep

Enchanted Dominion

Aurora: Boreal Owl. Garrik

Maleficent: Diablo

Flora: European Robin. Zephyr

Fauna: Dunnock. Silvius

Merryweather: Great tit. Onofrio

Notes: I’ve already talked about the Fairies before and haven’t changed their Daemons. Aurora is an owl because owls are stereotyped into two things: being knowledgeable, and being tired all the time. Disney themselves play to this trope a lot too.

Castle of Dreams

Cinderella: Jaq

Lady Tremaine: Lucifer

Anastasia Tremaine: Lion Tamarin. Bion

Drizella Tremaine: Peacock Pheasant. Felix

Notes: I chose the sister’s Daemons for specific reasons. They’re both prideful in their looks, singing voice and being ‘better than’ Cinderella. the two most common animals that symbolize pride is the lion and the peacock. giving these animals as Daemons to the sisters gives them a falseness about them. They may see themselves as all these good things, but in reality- they’re nothing but a sham.

Dwarf Woodland

The Queen/Witch Hag: Panther(leopard)/Rook. Gunnar

Snowwhite: Bluetit. Vardan

Notes: When matching Daemons to characters, I like to do research on those characters, and as it turns out- the Queen was going to be given a black panther as an animal companion in early drafts of Snow White. This was changed to a crow that lives in her potions’ lair later on. I gave her two forms, because I could foresee her using magic on her Daemon to make the disguise more complete.

Dream Drop Distance

La Citè des Cloches

Quasimodo: White Dove. Natalie

Judge Claude Frolo: Silver Fox. Agrippina

Esmerelda: Djai

Captain Phoebus: Goldcrest. Petra

Notes: I don’t have much to say here other than Pheobus’ Daemon was chosen based on his name alone, since they are small birds with a very bright crest that looks like sunshine when it catches the light.

The Grid

Kevin: Tarsier. Doireann

Sam: Marva (Marvin)

Notes: I did this very late on and very quickly due to me forgetting that Sam and Kevin are humans in this world! even at a quick look, I think I got them right.

Kingdom Hearts III

Kingdom of Corona

Rapunzel: Pascal

Flynn: Eurasian Magpie. Owena

Mother Gothel: Orchid Mantis. Chrysanthos

Notes: I only really had trouble with Flynn’s Daemon, but landed on a magpie because they both like shiny things- like enormous piles of money.

Arendelle

Elsa: Ermine. Vetle

Anna: Mountain Hare. Kai

Kristoff: Svalbard Reindeer. Bae

Hans: European Wolf. Gerda

Notes: I based Elsa’s Daemon from the early concept of Frozen, where she was going to be an evil queen with a coat of living Ermine. Other than hers, all other Daemons are based on the original Book’s characters, with Hans’ Daemon being named after the main character, which further amplifies the end twist.

San Fransokyo

Hiro: Japanese Beetle. Kei

Gogo: Hedgehog. Hwan

Honey Lemon: Bumble-Bee. Benigno

Fred: Iguana. Pamela

Wasabi: Mediterranean Mantis. Ginger

Notes: I originally had them all as Insects, but I have forgotten what other insects I had for Go-go and Fred, but I still feel I gave them the right choice.

END If you’ve made it this far, congratulations! my days of hard work was not wasted!

#Kingdom Hearts #Kingdom Hearts 2 #Kingdom Hearts 3 #Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep #Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance #KH #KH2 #KH3 #KHBBS #KHDDD #His Dark Materials #HDM #The Golden Compass #Disney Characters #Disney

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hopeisour4letteredword · 5 years ago

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innocent bones ch1

Summary: Apollo gets a wake-up call in a few ways. It’s okay, though--he’s got best-friend backup.

Link to AO3 in the notes.

Apollo’s first thought when his phone rings at some ungodly time in the middle of the night is fuck off. His second thought is oh my God oh no Clay, because he’s had a shit year and maybe it’s made him a bit paranoid and he’s Clay’s emergency medical contact. His third thought, as he toes the line of lucidity, is wait, that’s the ringtone I set for Klavier.

Fuck. If Klavier is calling him at this hour, it’s probably important.

He slaps haphazardly at his nightstand until he finds his phone and yanks it off the charger. He gives himself one last moment to squeeze his eyes shut against the ache of fatigue, then rallies enough to answer the call.

“Justice speaking.“

“...Hurts.”

Suddenly much more awake, Apollo sits bolt upright in bed. “What?”

“Herr Forehead,” Klavier says, in the most childish and petulant voice Apollo has ever heard out of him. To be fair, Apollo hasn’t heard him overtly childish all that many times, so that’s a low hurdle. It’s not much comfort. “Feel—feel sorry for me. I’m in pain.”

“You—what? Are you alright?”

“No.”

Apollo stares unseeingly into the darkness for a second until adrenaline overrides panic and he launches himself out of bed. He almost trips trying to keep his phone to his ear and disentangle the sheets around his legs at the same time. Light, where’s the light switch on his lamp? “Where are you? How bad is it?”

“It sucks,” Klavier whines. “An’ I’m all alone.”

“I’m coming to help. You’re gonna be fine. Are you—you sound really out of it. Did you hit your head? Are you drunk?”

Blood loss? he doesn’t ask. Don’t think about the worst-case scenario. Keep moving. He finds his keys and his wallet, tosses them over by his shoes near the door. No telling if he’ll need his bike or his bus card until he has more information.

“Drugs,” Klavier says, glumly. Apollo grits his teeth. Klavier is one of the most law-abiding people Apollo has ever met; there’s no way he took hardcore drugs of his own volition. Please don’t let it be roofies. Please don’t let him be stranded, injured and alone, in a place where somebody roofied him.

Clothes, clothes, Apollo needs to not get arrested for indecency the second he steps out the door. He yanks on the first pair of shorts he encounters. Shirt? He shoves a hand into his dresser blindly. It comes out clutching one of Clay’s old Sailor Moon shirts, faded and worn. Apollo wears it as a pajama shirt sometimes, but in public—fuck it. Klavier’s safety is worth the weird looks for being a grown man wearing a magical girl anime shirt in public. He’s not gonna dig around for an acceptable shirt at a time like this.

“Keep talking to me. What hurts?”

“My mouth.”

“Your mouth? What happened, do you remember?”

“They stole my teeth,” Klavier says, woefully, and that finally makes Apollo pause, balanced on one foot to pull a sock on the other.

“Your—your teeth?”

“Took ‘em—took ‘em right out. With knives. Now my mouth’s full of holes. It hurts, Herr Forehead.”

An image is cementing itself, slowly but surely, out of the fog of panic and lethargy in Apollo’s mind. He lowers his foot. “Who took your teeth?”

“Teeth doctor.”

“Did...did you get teeth taken out? By a dentist or—?”

“Yeah! Wis’om teeth. They stole them.”

Apollo slumps back against his door like a puppet with his strings cut, and sinks to the ground. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Oh my God, Klavier. Start with that next time.”

“Next time?” Klavier sounds genuinely befuddled. “But they’re already gone.”

“I thought you had been roofied or mugged or something,” Apollo says. He settles on laughter, and it comes out hysterical. “God. Don’t do that to me. I’m too young to have a heart attack.”

“Don’t do what? What’d I do?”

“You scared the shit out of me.” Apollo draws his knees up to his chest and leans on them, trying to take deep breaths. Klavier is okay. He’s not bleeding in an alleyway behind some bar. He’s not about to be assaulted. He’s only stoned on painkillers. “You owe me for this one. I was halfway out the door.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” There’s a rustling noise on the other end of the line. Klavier’s voice is soft and contrite. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“That’s fine,” Apollo says. “We’re fine. I’m not mad. Well, maybe a little bit. Just—goddamn. Okay. Talking. I can talk. Wait. You’re home, aren’t you? You’re not wandering the city like this?”

He’s hyperaware of his own heartbeat, still too loud and too fast. That was a hell of a wake-up call. Apollo has more than enough trouble getting to sleep on a normal night. There’s no way he’s knocking out any time soon after this—might as well keep Klavier entertained if he’s going to be awake the rest of the night anyway.

“Yeah!” Klavier says, perking up again. “I’m home. Oh, but—Vongole is gone.”

“Gone?” Apollo frowns. “Where’d she go?”

“Sebastian took her.”

“What for?”

“He said I prob’ly shouldn’t walk her tonight,” Klavier says, despondently. “I miss her. She’s a good dog.”

“She is a good dog,” Apollo agrees. He scratches a hand through his bedhead and tries not to yawn. “But you’ll get to see her again soon. I’m sure Prosecutor Debeste will give her back tomorrow.”

“But I want her now.”

Apollo doesn’t have a rebuttal to that. God only knows how many times he sprawled next to Vongole on the floor while Mr. Gavin was out of the office, complaining about the trials of law school. She’s a good listener. Always knows when someone needs a hug. She’d make a good therapy dog if she didn’t have so much energy. It’s no wonder Klavier wants her back when he’s this miserable.

“Sorry, man.”

Klavier sighs melodramatically. “Can’t believe he left me and took my dog. I think he likes her better than me.”

“Can you blame him?” Apollo says, wryly. He realizes his mistake right as Klavier makes a quiet, wounded noise.

“...No.”

“Joke,” Apollo blurts out. Fuck. Of course Klavier is too out of it for their normal banter. “I’m joking. That was a joke. I didn’t mean—“

“It’s okay, Herr F—“

“Of course he doesn’t like your dog better than you. Don’t be stupid. That was a really shitty joke for me to make, and I didn’t mean it at all.”

Klavier laughs, weakly. “Right, sure.”

“You’re—ridiculously likeable.” It spills out of Apollo’s mouth before he can stop himself. But why should he stop himself? It’s the middle of the night and Klavier’s fucked up on painkillers and Apollo was an asshole. He can part with some kind words to make up for it. It’s the right thing to do, probably. God, he’s tired. “And a good person. Everybody likes you just fine.”

After a few beats of silence save for the shudder of Klavier’s breath across the line, Klavier asks, half-joking, “Even you?”

Apollo rolls his eyes. “No, I’m talking to you at three AM while you’re high as a kite on anesthetics because I hate you.” Another beat. “That was another joke. Just to be extremely clear.”

“You like me?” Klavier asks, so damn hopefully that Apollo doesn’t have it in him to pretend otherwise.

“Yeah.”

“I like you, too,” Klavier says, happily. Apollo’s heart thumps traitorously hard against his ribcage. He’s too exhausted to deal with his own pining right now. It’s not fair that Klavier can do this to him out of nowhere. He’s not even trying to flirt right now. He’s just a naturally affectionate person and it’s destroying Apollo. “I wish you were here. I wish Vongole or Sebastian was here. I’m bored and lonely and my mouth hurts.”

“I know, bud.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Sleep?” Apollo suggests. Klavier makes a dismissive sound. “Uh. Watch something on Netflix? Or whatever rock stars watch their movies and shit on these days.”

“I start falling asleep when I try to watch anything and then I have nightmares ‘cause my mouth hurts.”

That sounds like it will be a problem no matter what Klavier does to occupy himself. “Do you have more painkillers?”

“I... forgot where I put them. And how many to take.”

“Find them and read the bottle, then.”

“Print’s too small.”

“...Are you so drugged up you can’t focus on text?”

“No, but they made me take my contacts out before they stole my teeth, and—“

Klavier wears contacts? Apollo opens his mouth to ask about it, but there’s an abrupt series of loud noises on the other end of the call. Loud, brief knocking, the thud of a door closing, the jingle of metal on metal.

“Sebastian!” Klavier cheers. Apollo hears a distant curse and thumping. “You came back!”

A voice, muffled and indistinct. The intonation lilts into a question.

“Herr Forehead,” Klavier answers, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, good grief. Give that here.”

“No, don’t—!“

“Hello?” Prosecutor Debeste says, his voice clear and focused now. It has the polite edge of professionality. “Mr. Justice, I presume?”

“That’s right,” Apollo says. He feels kind of weird about talking to somebody from the Prosecutor’s Office who isn’t Klavier while he’s on the floor, hair a bird’s nest, wearing a Sailor Moon shirt and one sock. Yeah, Prosecutor Debeste can’t see that or anything, but it’s the principle of the matter. “Hi. Um.”

“Sorry about the trouble. I hope he hasn’t kept you up too long.”

“Uh, no.”

“Sebastian,” Klavier wails, in the background. “Give it baaack!”

“Are you staying with him right now?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I just. To be honest, he made it sound like you stole his dog and ditched him.”

“Of course he did,” Prosecutor Debeste says, exasperatedly. Klavier whines, barely audible to the receiver. Vongole barks happily in response. “I’ve been here all night. I only took Vongole out for a bit to do her business and run around—she hasn’t been able to sleep either, not with Klavier this wound up. Don’t worry, he has someone keeping an eye on him.”

“That’s, um. Good to hear.”

“I can take care of things from here, so I’ll let you get some rest. Klavier can get in touch with you again in the morning if you need anything from him.”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Justice. Thanks for keeping him company for a while. Klavier, say good night—“

“But we were talking—!“

The line goes dead.

Apollo takes his phone away from his ear and just looks at it. He thinks maybe he should process the last thirty minutes. His mind chases itself in loops instead. After a minute, he presses the heel of his free hand against his eyes, trying to massage out the exhaustion headache that’s starting to set in. Fuck. He still doesn’t know if he can sleep. What’s Clay always trying to tell him, about resting and keeping your eyes closed for a while being better than not sleeping at all? Can’t be any worse, at least. He might as well give it a shot. He settles back into the sheets, long cold by now, and tries to relax.

A street—not dark, but dim, maybe, with the hazy glow of a setting sun in the evening. The shadows are long and the light is golden. It catches on the leaves of trees in the park, turns them ethereal with shining halos.

I’ve been here before, Apollo thinks, then, that’s absurd, it’s the park, of course I’ve been here before.

Another golden halo, beside him on the park bench. Klavier’s hair catching the sunlight it so often seems to be spun from. Klavier’s blinding smile as he laughs at something Apollo just said, something already forgotten. Déjà vu strikes Apollo again. He does remember being here, remembers the way Klavier turns to him with a conversational parry, smirking, words balancing perfectly on the bizarre line they walk between sharp and friendly.

That’s what he remembers. That’s not what happens this time. What happens this time is:

Klavier’s smile goes soft and warm, an affectionate curl of his lips, and he says, “I like you, too.”

#klapollo #klavier gavin #apollo justice #ace attorney #long post

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codewordpumpkin · 6 years ago

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A Very Denny Christmas

Merry Christmas, @heart4hawkeye !! I’m so sorry I couldn’t post this sooner! I don’t even know if you’ve ever watched Boston Legal before, but hopefully, you’ll enjoy this little fic nonetheless!!

“Really, Reddington? Your Blacklister couldn’t wait until after the holidays? It’s Christmas Eve, for god’s sake.”

“I’m sorry, Donald, did you have something better planned? Well, don’t pout or shout just yet. If you’ve been a particularly good boy this year, you may just find a gift from Santa waiting for you at home… or on your doorstep if you’d prefer the illusion of security—I know the FBI loves that.”

Cooper’s brows furrowed as his temples began to throb. “Reddington.”

Red was adept at picking his battles.

“Denny Crane,” he said, as if the name alone was explanation enough.

“The CEO of Flamingo Corp.?” Elizabeth asked.

“The one and only.”

“I still don’t get how he thought that’d be a good name for an arms company,” Aram said from his spot behind his computer.

“Don’t try to get into the head of Denny Crane—it’ll only make yours ache.”

Hands on his hips, Ressler asked, “Is he the next person on the Blacklist?”

“Heavens, no! Denny is a dear associate of mine, and he is to remain untouched by you ham-fisted lot.”

“Get on with it, Red.”

“Relax, Harold. I was, as you so eloquently put it, getting there.” Brushing imaginary lint off his pristine vest, the infuriating man smiled blandly, reveling in the glares burning holes in his suit as he took his sweet time to elaborate. “The man has a memory of a goldfish, hence why he carries around a voice recorder everywhere he goes. That is the key to our next Blacklister.”

“Are you going to tell us who this Blacklister is?”

“All in due time, Samar. All in due time.”

“How are we going to get our hands on this recorder?”

“You mean, your hands. Really, Elizabeth, modesty doesn’t become you.” Before she could snap a retort, he continued, “Denny is hosting a Christmas party this evening. I am invited, as is my plus one, and I have no doubt we’ll have at least one server slipping on banana peels tonight.”

“All right, then,” Cooper exhaled slowly, “brief Agent Keen on her cover, and—”

“Actually, Harold, I was thinking Agent Navabi should accompany me this time.”

That caught everyone’s attention.

“And why is that?”

“Ah, well, I know how much Elizabeth loathes dressing up for these things, so I thought, why not give her a little break—”

“I’ll take a break once we get this over with, Reddington,” Liz said, trying to will down the flush spreading across her cheeks. She hoped the tinge of hurt in her voice had gone undetected.

Cooper turned to Red, an expectant look on his weary face.

“Well, then,” he nodded, clearly displeased, “you’ll need a dress.”

***

“Raymond!”

“Denny!”

Elizabeth watched with mild amusement as the two men exchanged an enthusiastic bear hug. With sparkling eyes and stretched cheeks, they greeted each other rather boisterously, falling into a chatter as if they had never been apart. She was certain they were speaking English, but for the life of her, couldn’t understand what in the world they were actually saying.

“Well, well, well, well, well, and who might this goddess be?”

The stout, rosy-faced man openly leered at her, scrutinizing her from the toes of her strappy heels to the top of her styled head, then dipping back down to gaze at her modest curves. She, too, took the time to scan his appearance, glancing at his expensive tux only fleetingly before zeroing in on the ridiculous headband that held a conspicuously tall sprig of mistletoe.

“Ah,” Red acted as though he had forgotten her very existence, “Denny, meet Elizabeth. Elizabeth, meet Denny.”

Smiling politely, she reached out her hand—which Denny immediately grasped, stamping a kiss just beneath her knuckles. “I’m sure it’s a pleasure to meet me, Lizzie,” he said so smoothly that, for a second, she thought she had misheard him. She also had to apply considerable force to tug her hand out of his stubborn grip. “Denny Crane.”

She wasn’t sure whether Red’s twitch was a result of Crane calling her Lizzie, or if it was because of his overly friendly touch. Either way, his reaction didn’t bother her. In fact, she could admit to herself, she rather liked it.

“Of course,” she finally responded.

Turning to Red, he said in a stage whisper, “You sly dog, still got the touch, eh? But, say… isn’t she a bit old for you? What say I take—”

“Keep your pants where they are, Denny,” Red cut him off, his smile no longer reaching his eyes. “Did I mention Elizabeth’s a vegan?”

She blinked.

Denny blinked.

“What the hell is that?” his associate asked, genuinely confused. “Listen, there aren’t many kinks I don’t know about, but kids today—”

“It means, she not only doesn’t eat meat,” he continued to lie, “she doesn’t consume any animal products at all.”

Gasping, Denny snapped, “Now why the hell would you do that? What, is she anti-gun, too?”

“Careful, Denny,” he warned gravely, “just the word g-u-n is enough to get her shaking in her heels. Point a water-gun in her face, and she’ll scream bloody murder.”

Where the hell was he going with this?

“A veggie and a communist! Where’d you pick this one up, Red? Los Angeles?” Before Red could respond, he waved a dismissive hand. “Well, whatever. You must keep her around for a reason…” He waggled his brows, then winked as if she wasn’t right there. Straightening his bow, he offered her his hand. “Care for a dance, sweetheart? I’ll show you just how well my body moves… Denny Crane.”

“Actually—”

“Sure,” she shot Red a meaningful look, hoping he understood what she was trying to convey, “I’d love to.”

Just before they left for the dance floor, Denny again stage-whispered, “There’s a g-u-n in my pants I’d bet my life she—”

“Denny—”

By then, the egotistical, borderline-predator flirt was too far away for him to strangle. Or gut. Or maim.

Trying not to let Raymond’s withering glare distract her from her task, she brought one of her hands up to rest on Denny’s puffed chest. “So, how did you meet Raymond?” she casually asked, doing her best to maintain a respectable distance between them—which was easier said than done, considering he was doing his best to plaster their bodies together. On the bright side, that meant he was too preoccupied to notice her wandering fingers.

“Why talk about that fat cat when we can talk about Denny Crane? Go ahead, ask me anything.” He continued before she could. “Why, yes, I’m very giving in bed. I’ll go down—”

“To the bar,” Red said, appearing from out of nowhere just as Denny was about to grope her ass. “There was a leggy blonde looking for you.”

“Leggy, you say? How many legs are we talking here? You know, my father once said that the best sex—”

“She won’t be waiting all night, Denny. I’d run as fast as I can if I were you.”

Was she imagining the threat laced in his words?

“We’ll have to continue this later, Lizzie.” Dropping her like a hot potato, he licked his lips and turned to dash. Looking over his shoulder, he bid, “Keep her warm for me, Ray.”

Luckily for him, he was surprisingly fast.

“I got the recorder,” she quietly confirmed to Red, assuming that was the reason he had interrupted her dance with Denny. “I’ll just pass it to Ressler or Samar—”

“The song isn’t over yet, Lizzie,” he said, reclaiming his nickname for her with a glint of… something in his eyes, his voice.

With one hand in hers and the other low on her back, he encouraged her to fall into step with him, their movements easy and natural. But even when the song ended and changed, they didn’t stop, instead slowing further and sinking into the lulling rhythm of the music.

She wasn’t aware of when or how it had happened, but she belatedly realized just how close their faces were. A mere inch forward would allow her to graze her nose against his smooth skin, inhale the clean, unique scent of him. A little closer, and she would be able to taste the champagne on his lips. With a gentle pressure, a slight gasp, she could so easily—

They jumped apart at the sound of a loud crash.

It didn’t take long for them to discern where the commotion was coming from, as there was already a loose crowd forming near the bar—and at the very center of it was none other than Denny Crane.

He was standing across from a scowling man and a tall blonde woman…

Raymond and Elizabeth both had a feeling they knew what had started this mess.

“I didn’t proposition her. I just asked her to have sex with me,” Denny announced, as if that was a perfectly acceptable thing to say.

The man’s face flushed with a worrisome shade of crimson, and to everyone’s horror, revealed that he was seriously armed. Before he could do anything with it, however, a loud bang shocked everyone still.

On his previously unblemished pants, right in the middle of his thigh, was a bright blob of yellow… paint?

“Oops. Wrong one.” Bending down, Denny retrieved a small gun that had been strapped to his ankle. “Denny Crane doesn’t get shot at,” he yelled, aiming at the man’s other thigh and pulling the trigger without hesitation. “Denny Crane shoots!”

Chaos commenced as the two literally engaged in a gun fight. Bullets whizzed, screams erupted, glass shattered. People ran this way and that, tripping over dresses, abandoning stilettos, and doing their best to escape with their flesh in tact.

“I was a sniper in the Navy!… Or was I a helicopter pilot?” Now with a gun in each hand, Denny shot bullet after bullet, shouting as he ducked and spun. “I have an erection. Lock and load, baby! Denny Crane!”

“That’s our cue to leave,” Red said in her ear, practically dragging her by the elbow. On their way out, he released her briefly to stop Ressler from getting involved. Something on the ground caught her eye, and she used the few seconds she had to take it, attempting not to get trampled on in the process. “Lizzie. Now.”

This time, they didn’t stop walking until they were safely encased in the back of his car, Dembe driving them out into the night.

Keeping her stolen object carefully hidden, she turned to Red and smirked. “Well, that was interesting.”

“That’s one way of saying it,” he said, chuckling.

He leaned back, settling into the seat and closing his eyes. Knowing an opportunity when she saw one, she gripped the accessory from beside her hip and placed it on his head, refusing to move away as he jerked and snapped his eyes back open.

She didn’t give him a chance to question her.

She didn’t give herself the chance.

Not wanting to waste another second, she pressed her mouth to his.

The kiss was chaste, but it lingered—long enough for her to notice just how soft his lips were. And although she had always been more of a wine girl, she reveled in the fact that she really could taste the remnants of champagne, the crisp flavor blending with subtle, intoxicating notes that could only be described as him.

Finally, after seconds or minutes—time was irrelevant to her at that moment—she pulled back, still close enough to feel his radiating heat and sense his racing pulse. Just as his thumb had stroked the small of her back, she used hers to brush his lips, his jaw, before reaching up to flick the mistletoe hanging above them.

“Merry Christmas, Red,” she said, just as softly as her smile.

Pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, slowly gathering his wits, he tentatively reached for her hand and tangled their fingers together. “Merry Christmas, Lizzie.”

Neither of them spoke for the rest of the ride, but both knew that they didn’t need to.

Words could wait.

For now, they had each other.

Finally.

#The Blacklist Secret Santa #elizabeth keen #raymond reddington #denny crane #the blacklist #boston legal sort of #lizzington #lizzington fanfic #fanfic #will post to ao3 too at some point #ao3

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bunnibai · 5 years ago

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Round 2 But It Actually Works

Wow imagine getting your round done – characters featured in order of appearance: Tokachi Ameko, Sugiyama Tsuki, Inoue Hiraku, Grigori Vai, Takakutou Shakou, Spellman, Lyrimon (mentioned), Hiyasu Shimokizu (mentioned), Funkee, Zeke, Otsuka Aimi (mentioned), Fuji Hotaru, Seishin Tamashi, Yukino Zoe, Tokei Yameru (mentioned), Gakusa Oh, Fujinuma Ozen (mentioned), Ogura Svetlana (mentioned)

“This is Hop To It, reporting in.”

“Now You See Me Now You Don’t, reporting in.”

“Key Lime, Reporting in.”

“B - bondage-san, reporting in.”

“This is Takakutou--”

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Now You See Me Now You Don’t is right, we have to use the code names!!”

There was a silence on the other end, followed by a heavy sigh.

“...Holey Cow, reporting in.”

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A week before, Ameko had been sitting in homeroom with the rest of 1A. It was a little energetic in the classroom, which had intimidated Ameko at first, but the careful excitement of 1A was quickly starting to grow on her. She appreciated the way that Lyrie-chan had a habit of lowering her volume when it got too loud for Ameko, and how it was becoming second nature for the person closest to Hiyasu-chan to put their arm around her when she seemed too cold.

Ameko leaned against Lyrie-chan as the class chatted, feeling the warmth of her part-horse body taking over the coolness of Hiyasu-chan beside her.

“Hey, guys!”

Ameko’s voice carried over the others, and they all looked over at her, finishing up conversations and turning over in their spots; in a chair, or sitting on a desk, or enjoying the giant cuddle-pile that had collected around Ameko.

“What’s up, Tokachi-kun?”

Inoue-chan raised an eyebrow and rested his chin on his hand. Ameko straightened in her spot, letting her hands flitt around her as she spoke.

“We should have a secret comuni-ni-nation device!” Ameko declared. Inoue-chan paused for a second, before clarifying in a smooth, calm voice, “Communication device?”

“Yes! That!”

“How would we even do something like that?” Takakutou-chan snorted, rolling her eyes. It was, of course, to be expected of the grumpy girl who never seemed to care much for being a team player. The entire class gave each other a knowing, amused glance.

“Like - like a walkie-talkie or something!” Ameko continued, “For when we’re doing training stuff.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Inoue-chan mused. “If we had the knowledge to do something like that, anyway.”

“We probably could,” Spoke up a boy in the back. He was a transfer student, and had arrived that day in the train station alongside another late arrival, Otsuka-chan.

“We can?” Ameko lit up.

“Yeah. I could make some headsets and connect the transmission to some AM radio waves; if we all hit the same channel, we can talk to each other. They won’t hit a terribly long distance, and anyone with another radio can listen in, but they’ll work.”

Ameko hopped up, her hair bouncing with her and a grin on her face. “You’re so super smart! Haaah, what’s your name again?”

“Funkee, Zeke.”

Ameko blinked a few times.

“Fu… foon-kee…?” She scrunched up her nose.

“You can call me Zeke, if it’s easier for you.”

Ameko blushed, shaking her head. “That’d be really embarrassing. I could--” Her voice lowered, “--do you mind being called Kisai-kun?”

“Talented? Why?”

“Because - because you’re making the radios!” Ameko bounced on her heels, feeling her quirk threatening to burst. “And if we have radios, we gotta have codenames!”

There was a bubbling excitement in the class as they all huddled together, paper in hand…

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Fast forward to a week later, and their first hero lesson had started. Ameko quickly learned her field was connected to Inoue-chan, Gigi-san, Takakutou-chan, and the newest transfer, Sugiyama-chan. She had caught her just before they split up, handing her a headset and collecting a code name.

She stood on the edge of a dilapidated city, looking at the aged buildings and the almost peaceful atmosphere. It would have been just Ameko, if her ears couldn’t pick up the faint chatter of her classmates. The overhead speaker boomed an excited set of instructions from Kyokkou-sensei, interrupted every so often by a mildly-irritated Kuzu-sensei.

“Ready!”

Ameko crouched down, letting her foot skid slightly on the ground, gripping the concrete under her.

“Set!”

Her hand brushed the dust-covered surface. Breath in. Breath out.

“Go!”

The dust stirred as Ameko took off, and the familiar feeling of jumping high, so high, gave her a quick rush of excitement. When she was hopping, it almost felt like flying. Ameko felt like she was making good progress when --

“Shit!”

Ameko skidded to a stop when she saw one of her other classmates, Gigi-san, sprinting towards the goal. Behind them, an empty trash can that had sprout legs -- their quirk, Ameko knew -- was running along at a frankly impressive pace. A glob of lava flung out at the trash can, melting it and leaving the orb rolling away.

Right at Ameko.

“Bondage-san--” Ameko blushed as she spoke into the headset. “--how fast can you run?”

“Pretty fast,” They replied, “Why?”

“I can kick the ball towards the goal, but you gotta catch it before it goes over.”

“I have an idea.” Gigi-san sprinted towards the sidewalk, finding a bench and touching it. Their quirk made it come to life, and like an animal, pranced anxiously as Gigi-san climbed on. “Go.”

Ameko kicked the ball, and Gigi-san hurtled after it, their opponent struggling to catch up. Without much hesitation, Ameko kept hopping towards her goal, and after a few minutes the radio crackled to life with a relieved, “Thanks, Hop To It.”

Ameko spotted the shining from a window a few buildings ahead, and slowed down, slipping into the doorway with quiet focus. The building was run down, but maybe not as much as some of the others, because it was clearly sturdy. Dust coated the floor in a very thin layer, and the air had a heaviness that made Ameko’s breath hitch the wrong way. There were a lot of floors; Ameko figured at least five. With the winding rooms and nooks and crannies, it felt like hours (although in actuality, she had only been searching maybe five minutes) as she shifted boxes and climbed staircases.

She tried to listen for her opponent, but she heard nothing.

Although it would be lying to say that Ameko knew all of the kids in 1B well -- She had classes with them, but besides the people that she had gotten close with, she was much more focused with the familiar, family-like feeling of her own class. But Ameko had run into quite a few, and she could recognize a lot of them.

Ameko had known Seisei-chan since the exam, and she had a pretty solid grasp on his quirk. She had gotten used to the way that he popped out of existence when he was startled, the way his heartbeat was a bit too slow whenever she went in to hug him. She knew that Seisei-chan was slow; maybe not to the average person, but definitely to someone who’s quirk was good with speed.

Ameko really liked Seisei-chan. Some might even say that she loved him; that, of course, would depend on whether you believed love could even be accomplished after two weeks of school. But Ameko was also here for a reason. She was here to grow, to be a good hero, and Seisei-chan was too.

If she didn’t try her best, even though she liked him, then she wasn’t being nice to either of them.

“Hop To It, this is Now You See Me Now You Don’t, reporting in.”

“What’s up?” Ameko whispered, opening one of the doors and poking her head in.

“You’re fighting the purple ghost kid, right?”

“Yeah?” Nothing. Close the door, rush down the hallway, look in another door.

“He’s running towards the goal with the orb.”

Ameko stopped. For a split second, she’s confused. She would have definitely heard someone come in; footsteps, breathing, little huffs and puffs and bumping around that, although not much, was enough for someone with sensitive ears.

Unless, of course, he was invisible. And he couldn’t be touched -- or touch the things around him.

Ameko cursed a soft, “Sweets and sugar,” as she opened the window and launched herself out. “Where?”

“I’m bad with directions,” Sugiyama-chan admitted on the other end. After a beat of silence, Yukino-chan piped up, “You’re looking for Seishin-kun, right, Hop To It?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“He’s nearby!” Yukino-chan assured. “Go three blocks East and two South, and he’ll be there.”

This was, of course, something that the class had considered before the match; because of Yukino-chan’s quirk being like a person detector, she could easily direct people towards any targets. In preparation, they had all made sure to have compasses on hand. Ameko had to thank Tokei-kun for that idea.

“Thanks a ton!” Ameko called out, and started sprinting in the direction.

Seisei-chan was floating, fast but not as fast as Ameko. He saw her coming, and when she went to tackle him, he floated up and out of her grasp.

Ameko rolled on the ground and popped back up, her feet skidding on the ground. Seisei-chan floated further down, eyeing her with apprehension.

“Sorry, Tokachi-chan.”

Ameko lurched forward again, and again, he flew back. Ameko quickly realized that this wasn’t going to work.

Ameko had remembered the days afterschool in her backyard, in the makeshift training ground, trying to knock Gakutori-nii off of his feet. She’d try the same lunge. She remembered his slightly amused tone when he told her that it wasn’t a good idea -- Ameko would get tired a lot quicker than Gakutori-nii would. She bit the inside of her cheek and thought.

Ameko’s quirk buzzed with energy waiting to be used. When Seisei-chan took a floating step towards his side of the goal, Ameko knew what she was going to do.

When Ameko was little, she used hopscotch to try and control her quirk. She tried to stay in the squares by doing little jumps, because otherwise, she could hurt herself. Her quirk was one that she loved, but it was dangerous, too.

Patience. Self control. Ameko tapped her foot on the ground and lunged, aiming higher. This was no problem for Seisei-chan; he ducked lower, instead.

That was his mistake.

She shifted her attack to kick his side, and he cried out in alarm, the ball rolling out of his arms and down the street. Ameko was fast; she scrambled, grabbing the orb and breaking into a run towards her goal. Seisei-chan floated after her at a speed that was actually a little startling for Ameko; she was faster, but if she made one wrong move, he’d catch up in no time.

Ameko heard it before it was going to happen. She could hear most of her classmates’ fights from the headset, but Takakutou-chan’s boisterous, “We’ll see how you like this building, Tall Girl.”

A building.

“Holey Cow, this is Hop To It, reporting in. Did you say you’re going to bring a building down?”

“I sure as hell am! Why do you care, Bunny Girl?” Takakutou-chan spat into the mic, followed by a grunt from what Ameko assumed was her battle.

“Where are you? What’s your 20? I need to slow my opponent down.” Ameko ducked into an alleyway to her left, ran, then hopped a street over. The orb was cradled in her hands like a child.

Takakutou-chan laughed haughtily. “Saving your ass, am I? I’m on the building on the corner -- it’s the one next to the burger shop.”

Ameko clicked her tongue, and on her next hop, spotted it a few minutes away. “I need you to hold off on that building. Can you do that?”

“Of course I can! What, you think I’m in trouble? I’m already winning the--” Takakutou-chan shrieked, and there was a crash, “--I’ve got Tall Girl under control!”

“Great.” Ameko waited, and once she passed the building, she shouted a loud, “Now!”

A lot of things happened at once. Behind Ameko, there was a rumbling, and the building Takakutou-chan described started toppling in on itself without the weight of the chunk she punched out. Ameko looked back, but kept going, and stumbled over the finish line orb in hand. Her chest heaved, and she slumped against a tree, the orb rolling at her feet.

Ameko heard the call of, “Tokachi Ameko wins!”, but she was more focused on the sweet, satisfying taste of her candy.

After the exercise and a shower, the bed Ameko rested on wasn’t her own. She closed her eyes, soaking in the quiet of a soundproofed room and the vibes -- the cool breeze of a fall night, brushing your cheeks and enveloping you in a refreshing embrace. She could feel the slow, steady rise and fall of breathing from the person she was laying on.

Underneath her, Lana-chan let out a gruff oof as Gakutori-nii flopped on top of the two girls. “So, 1-A had radios, eh? Who’s idea wassit -- Bird knock-off?”

Ameko grunted as she went to twist, looking up at her best friend and his dumb, smug smile. She stuck her tongue out in return, blowing a raspberry.

“It was my idea!” She bragged.

He snorted, ruffling her hair roughly. “Not too bad, Amenee.”

Ameko couldn’t help the smile that infected her entire being.

#bnha #mha #bnha oc #original character #writing #taiyuu #taiyuu oct #tokachi ameko

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