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sugarandsoft · 5 years ago

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Mother Duck

request: Can I request for a fluffy uraraka x male child reader oneshot ? The reader is a 6 years old homeless orphan who is saved by uravity, and he likes being carried in her arms. She will bring him at ua to take care of him like her little brother and he is clingy to her because she was the first person to ever care for him.

It’s been over a month since I’ve written, I’ve just become busy with school and once I established a routine I realized that I didn’t give myself time to write! This is the first time I’ve ever written for a male reader, so hopefully I can meet your expectations. Please let me know if anything should be changed. Thank you so much for waiting! Feel free to comment, I love getting feedback :)

Requester further asked to name the reader, so this is more of an OC oneshot.

pairing: Uraraka x male!oc

word count: 1.4k

Hikaru didn’t really remember what happened earlier in the afternoon. He just knew he was trying to find a kind-looking person to spare him some food or change, until suddenly some sort of earthquake hit the town and he was knocked to the ground. There was one thing that was engraved into his mind, however.

Through the pounding pain in the back of his skull (which was probably bleeding, but Hikaru couldn’t bring himself to move any of his limbs), he felt someone pick him up. It was the warmth of someone kind and heroic. As the last of his strength left his fluttering eyelids, Hikaru briefly saw the round, concerned face of a teenage girl.

He woke up in an unfamiliar room, in a white bed with clean sheets. Hikaru immediately sat up, but the throbbing in his head stopped him from moving any further. There was a loud beeping machine next to the bed, and the young boy realized that it’s noises had only increased in speed when he sat up. A man wearing a white coat burst into the room. Hikaru flinched, but then recognized the man’s attire.

A doctor.

The doctor sat in the chair next to the bed and smiled. “Hello, kid. I’m glad to see you’re awake already. We thought you may have had some brain damage, but it appears to only be a concussion.” Most of the vocabulary was medical stuff that Hikaru didn’t understand. How could he? He was a six-year-old boy living on the streets of Mustafu. He’d never had anyone tend to his cuts or bruises, let alone a doctor to give him a physical checkup.

The doctor, who introduced himself as Dr. Yamamoto, continued to ramble on and even prodded Hikaru’s body with some strange looking instruments. He reassured the boy that nothing was going to hurt, but to let him know if anything felt strange. After a few minutes of confusing examination, Dr. Yamamoto left the room.

A sudden thought flew into Hikaru’s mind. Money. Everything in the world costs money. Food, clothes, school, medicine. Who was going to pay for this? A fear spread throughout his body, and he fought the urge to sprint out of bed and back out into the streets. Then, a small noise caught his attention. It sounded like several people were talking outside of his hospital room.

From what he could hear, there were two women and one man, probably Dr. Yamamoto. Hikaru couldn’t make out that many words, though. He was only able to grasp bits and pieces.

“Parents--- him up?”

“No…. street -- ward of..”

“... few nights,”

“Part--- internship..”

Eventually, the voices drifted away into nothing. The door opened again, and this time there were two new people. One of them was a taller blonde woman, with short hair and a strange looking headpiece that covered part of her face. Hikaru’s eyes shifted to the person next to her and gasped. It was the pretty lady who saved her! She was much shorter, with the same round cheeks and short brown hair. Her outfit was mostly pink with some dark accents. They must be heroes, Hikaru deduced. That’s why the chubby cheeks girl had saved him.

“Hey, kid, you feeling alright I’m Ryukyu, what’s your name?” The older woman asked him. She was kind of intimidating, but Hikaru felt safe in her presence.

“I’m H-Hikaru,” he stuttered out. “When can I leave?”

“Well, since there’s no one listed to contact you, we’re going to have to wait a little longer to make sure no adults come by to claim you first,” she told him.

“I don’t have parents. It’s just me.”

Ryukyu frowned. “Don’t worry, Hikaru, we’ll be taking care of you for a little while and we’ll find you somewhere to stay.”

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As Hikaru suspected, no one came by to ask for him during the rest of the day. As the sun started to set, Ryukyu returned again with the girl who saved him. He learned that her hero name was Uravity.

“Hikaru, the hospital’s visiting hours are going to end soon. You can stay here if you’d like, but we think it’s probably better for you to be able to walk around and sleep in a more comfortable place. How does that sound?” He nodded, unable to find the words to convey how he was feeling. They were just going to take him in? Just like that?

As if she could read his mind, Uravity smiled and added, “As heroes, it’s our duty to protect people and take care of them! You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

So it was decided that Uraraka would take care of Hikaru until the weekend, when the city got back on its feet after the damage from the disaster. By then, there’d be a social worker available to take on Hikaru’s case.

Ryukyu went back to her own office, and Uraraka was dismissed for the day. She picked Hikaru up and carried him during the whole walk to Heights Alliance, the dorms at U.A. Hikaru decided that this felt nice. It’d been forever since he felt warmth and love from somebody. He never would’ve thought that a complete stranger could show him so much kindness.

Upon their arrival U.A, Hikaru started complaining because the chubby-cheeked girl had to put him down. “Urara-nee, pleaaaaase,” he whined. He made grabby fists in attempt to sway her, but Uraraka thought it’d be better for Hikaru to introduce himself to the rest of Class 1-A before she carried him up to her room.

The reaction of the class was pretty even across the board. The girls, of course, gushed over the cute little boy who was in their care for the next few days. They did everything they could to get his attention, but Hikaru only had eyes for his savior. No matter how many snacks they offered or attempts, none of the girls could stop him from hanging onto Uraraka’s legs.

“Aw, he’s so cute! Like a baby duck following its mom,” gushed Mina. Even when Uraraka had to finish up the classwork she missed for her internship, Hikaru insisted on sitting on her lap. He wrapped his arms around her neck like a monkey, embracing her warmth as if she were his actual mom.

On the other hand, the boys were pretty nonchalant about it. Bakugou wasn’t impressed at all by the little pipsqueak, and Todoroki simply greeted him before retreating back to his room. Iida first asked Uraraka if it was even okay to have a non-student at their dorm, and was pretty intimidating until she reassured him that it was approved by Ryukyu and principal Nezu.

Deku was nice to Hikaru as he reminded him a lot of Kota, the boy he had saved during their class’s summer training camp. Luckily, Hikaru didn’t have nearly as big of a rebellious streak as the other little boy. From what Hikaru saw, the way Deku and Uraraka talked to each other reminded him of the couples he saw on TV. When he blurted that out, the girl immediately turned a bright red, stuttering out that it was time for Hikaru to go to bed and say goodbye.

For a kid who’d just been through hell and back in one day, Hikaru was pretty wiped out. He offered little resistance when Uraraka took him to the bath and gently washed him off. When she washed his hair, Hikaru started nodding off. It was nice, having someone look after him for once. When Uraraka noticed that the little boy’s eyes were now closed, she picked him up, dressed him in some clothes the hospital gave her, and tucked him into her bed. Before she could walk back down to the living area, she felt a tug on her sleeve. It was Hikaru, subconsciously gripping onto the warmth he’d become attached to. It was as if he was saying, please stay with me.

She smiled and tucked herself into bed with him, holding him closely against her body. Even if she couldn’t give him a family, Uraraka knew she wanted to make him remember what the love of one felt like.

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And that’s a wrap! Wow, it was longer than I expected. You might tell that it’s a little rushed from the middle to the end. I really need to improve on that. Once again, please let me know if you want anything changed! I’m still accepting requests. Hope you all have an amazing, spectacular, fantastic day!

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comicgeekscomicgeek · 5 years ago

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 46: Doctor’s Orders

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Earlier chapters can be found here

Kimiko Ojiro put a hand on the boy’s arm and concentrated, drawing upon her Quirk. She had to keep this controlled, confined to just one area. As she did, the layers of skin, muscle, and other bodily gunk seemed to just vanish, eliciting a gasp from the boy. It was, even she’d admit, kind of gross. Especially the part where she could see all the muscles and stuff. On the other hand, it was the perfect way to see the bones beneath.

“Okay, I’ve only been doing this a little while,” she said, “but that is definitely broken. I’m ninety-nine percent certain you shouldn’t have a gap there.”

Hisashi Horikoshi, a General Studies student with a drawing-related Quirk, winced. “Any chance you can turn that off? I really don’t like looking at it.”

At that, Doctor Izumi chuckled. “It is a bit strange, isn’t it?” she asked. “But Ojiro here has already saved us a quite a lot on running the X-Ray machine. And it’s easier on you too if there’s no radiation.”

And good for Kimiko too, she had to admit. Doctor Izumi had arranged for a small stipend for her for whenever she’d needed Kimiko’s services as an X-Ray machine. It wasn’t a lot, but it put a few extra dollars in her pocket, and she got some additional experience.

Being Doctor Izumi’s Intern wasn’t too different from what she’d been doing before. Ever since the doctor had gotten her interested in becoming a Medical Hero, Kimiko had spent what time she could studying medical texts, preparing to earn a paramedic’s license, and assisting Doctor Izumi with minor injuries on the U.A. campus. Between that, Hero training, her regular classes, and working on her webshow with Takuma and Kenta, she had a very full schedule.

The studying was going to be the death of her, she just knew it. She was probably somewhere around the middle of the pack in grades, but she needed to do better. Especially if she wanted to be a Medical Hero. There were accelerated programs for Heroes who wanted medical training, she knew, after she graduated, but she had also been warned that they were very demanding. Doctor Kimiko Ojiro had a pretty nice ring to it though, so she was going to give it her best.

Plus, it made her feel like she was really doing something with her Quirk. Something more than just sneaking around. She was proud of the work her mom did, but she didn’t want to be completely defined by being invisible.

“It’s a clean break, fortunately,” Doctor Izumi told Horikoshi. “How did this happen again?”

“Gym class,” he said, looking a bit ashamed. “Fell off the climbing rope and landed on it. Not, ah, real good at climbing.”

“Oh, that’s not so bad!” Kimiko said. She’d been doing it for years. Sure, she didn’t have quite the upper body strength her dad did for it, but she was more than athletic enough to do it without even needing to get her feet involved.

“For you, maybe,” he said. “Those of us not in the Hero course have to make do.”

Kimiko opted not to point out that her new friend Kocho wasn’t in the Hero Course yet but had done good enough to take Third Place in the Sport’s Festival. Horikoshi had actually made it past the first round as well, she recalled, but had gotten taken out very early into Quirkball.

Doctor Izumi examined the break again, then nodded. “You’ll feel a slight tingle here,” she said, laying a hand on Horikoshi’s arm, right above the break. “Can you keep holding on, Ojiro? It’ll be even easier on me if you do.”

“Sure thing,” Kimiko said, not even bothering to nod. It would have been a useless gesture anyway.

“Thank you,” Doctor Izumi said. “Hmm. Probably about fifteen minutes…” A soft glow began to spread from her hand and it was all Kimiko could do not to grasp in shock as the glow spread to Horikoshi and the bones in his arm began knitting themselves back together, as though the damage was going in reverse. Kimiko had a pretty good eye for detail—a necessity when you couldn’t see yourself—and it was so much more than that. She could see little signs of the rest of him rewinding as well. Not a lot, but the smudge on his face, the disheveled state of his hair, all these things rewound too. In mere moments, it looked as though his arm had never been broken at all. Doctor Izumi let out a breath and released him.

“Perfect,” she told Kimiko. Kimiko likewise let out a breath. Doctor Izumi’s Quirk was impressive, to say the least. It was little wonder that in addition to working at U.A., she kept herself on call for multiple Hero Agencies and several local hospitals. She’d even occasionally been raced across the country for special cases.

Which was not to say all her talents lived in her Quirk. Kimiko had already seen that her medical knowledge was very real. Most diseases couldn’t be so easily rewound and there were limits to the damage she could repair.

“Thank goodness,” Horikoshi said. “That was my drawing arm. Don’t know what I would have done otherwise.”

Doctor Izumi smiled. “Glad to hear it. Go get a pass from Recovery Girl, and get back to class.”

“Yes, Doctor,” Horikoshi said, hopping down off the bed.

Kimiko watched him go. Recovery Girl was nearby, sleeping at her desk. “You’re pure evil,” she said in her sleep. “Just like newspaper comics…”

Horikoshi hesitated, then gently touched her. Her hand instantly shot out, grapping his arm. “Ah ha! Thought you could sneak up on me, eh? But I’ve got you now, Dirty Dairu! Ha ha ha!”

“Recovery Girl,” Doctor Izumi said, firmly, “he’s a student. Could you let him go?”

Reality seemed to return to Recovery Girl. “Oh, of course, dearie.” She patted Horikoshi’s arm. “Don’t worry about it, sonny, takes me a minute to remember where I am sometimes.”

Once Horikoshi was gone and Recovery Girl had returned to her nap, Kimiko gave Doctor Izumi a curious look. She tried to telegraph that with her crossed arms and other body language. “Ah,” she began, “maybe this is rude of me… but should she really… be around students like that?”

Doctor Izumi closed her eyes and shook her head. “Recovery Girl outlived her family. Deku and a lot of other alumni have all offered to pay for a place in a top tier retirement home for her, but she won’t have it. U.A. is all she has. At least here, she has people who will watch out for her. And even with her diminishing faculties, she has her lucid moments still.”

Oh. Well. That was… pretty sad, actually.

***

Medical scissors, gauze, medical tape, pen light, mouth-to-mouth shield, rescue blanket, ballpoint pen, syringes, waterproof bandages, tunicates, stethoscope… Each of these and more had a place in the bag before her, had to be loaded in a specific order, each had to be placed in a specific spot.

And in an emergency, each was something that had to be retrieved quickly. You had to know exactly where each and every item in the EMT kit was. Time was people’s lives.

And for the first time, Kimiko had been able to retrieve each item Doctor Izumi had called for without looking!

“I did it!” she squealed, clapping her hands together.

“You did,” Doctor Izumi agreed. “What changed? You were really struggling with it before.”

“Studying,” Kimiko groaned. “And practicing. So much studying. I even made flashcards.” She let out a puff of breath. “I don’t know how you do it, Doc. I start doing all this studying and I feel like my brain’s going to ooze out of my ears.”

It wasn’t like Kimiko was stupid. Well, her grades weren’t the best. She was in the back part of the class, though she was ahead of Takuma and Kaminari. It’s just that her areas of knowledge were very specialized. For example, she knew just about who everybody in the first year was dating and probably at least half of the second and third years. Plus there was all the celebrity gossip she had floating around in her head. And she was great at getting that out to the people.

But ask her to remember facts and figures or solve equations? That was a lot harder.

She needed to get better, she knew. Hard to be an EMT or a doctor if you couldn’t tell the difference between a tibia and a femur. Wait. Was that actual medical terminology? Maybe she was getting better at this!

Doctor Izumi gave her a small smile. “You do realize I didn’t learn all of this in a few weeks, right? You’ve been working with me off and off since the second week of school, but that’s still only been a couple of months. It may have been an accelerated program, but I did go to med school.”

Kimiko made a face and was instantly grateful her expressions weren’t visible. “And how long did that take?”

“Three years at U.A.,” Doctor Izumi said, counting off on her fingers, “the whole time of which I was interning under Recovery Girl. Then two years pre-med, and three years of medical school. All the while balancing Hero work and assisting here. Which is ridiculously short. Aoyama’s husband gives me hell about it all the time. Mostly teasing, but still.”

Doctor Izumi’s cellphone rang. “A phone call is here!” the phone proudly declared, in a voice Kimiko recognized as Deku’s. She looked at the caller id and let out a small gasp.

“Excuse me,” she said to Kimiko, putting the phone to her ear. “This is Doctor Izumi.”

She listened for a moment, something Kimiko couldn’t hear, then spoke again. “That’s… that’s wonderful! Yes, absolutely. My husband and I can be there. Next Tuesday. Thank you, thank you…”

When she turned the phone off, Kimiko realized that Doctor Izumi was crying happy tears. “Good news?” she asked.

Doctor Izumi dabbed at her eyes. “The best, actually. Kota and I, we’ve been trying to adopt for a while now. We’re both orphans, so this is our way of giving something back, now that we’re both successful Heroes and teachers.”

She flipped the phone around, showing Kikimo a picture of an adorable little girl with pale purple skin, darker purple hair, and pointed ears, probably no more than three or four. “Her name’s Himari,” Doctor Izumi said. “She lost her parents in a villain attack about a year ago. Kota and I finally got approved to adopt her. We’re bringing her home next Tuesday.”

Kimiko clapped her hands and let out another squeal of delight. “Omigosh! She’s so adorable! I know you’re going to make a great mom!” A thought popped into her head. “Wait! That means Mister Aizawa is going to be a grandpa!”

The doctor smiled again. “He is. But don’t tell him, or anyone else for that matter. We want it to be a surprise.”

That got a gasp out of Kimiko. “Sitting on juicy gossip like that? Ooooh that’s so unfair…” She flailed her arms and stomped her feet. Doctor Izumi just stared at her, so she quickly stopped. “Okay!”

***

One advantage to interning with Doctor Izumi was that, since she didn’t have an actual Agency, Kimiko was just able to stay in her dorm room, rather than bunking in some Agency with a bunch of sidekicks or whatever. Of course, with everyone else gone, it was oddly empty, but Doctor Izumi kept her working long hours (helping with students during the day, quizzing her over medical knowledge, helping her with paperwork and study aides the rest of the time) so that she didn’t have much time to dwell on it.

Still, she missed the others. Especially Takuma and Kenta. They really were her best friends in all the world. Takuma, at least, was uploading content about his Internship. Kenta had done one brief video at the start and then they’d just texted sporadically.

The school had also had people in doing construction on the third floor, where Kaminari, Tokoyami, Mineta, and Koda lived. As it had turned out, there were actually more than four rooms on each floor. It explained how they were so far apart, actually. The other rooms were just hidden away behind wall panels. They’d unlocked one of those and brought in furniture for Koharu Kocho, the moth-winged girl she’d met during the Sports Festival. Apparently, she’d be transferring to the Hero Course starting with the second semester!

Good for her! Even though Kocho’d beaten her, Kimiko still liked her a lot. Plus, it’d be pretty nice to have the girls outnumber the boys around here. Not that their boys were too bad, but more girl power was always going to be appreciated.

Logically, she knew she should get some rest. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day. But the siren song of Hero gossip was calling her. Maybe just a little look wouldn’t hurt. Kimiko opened up her laptop and clicked over to one of the gossip feeds she followed. Which also reminded her she really needed to follow up on whether or not Haimawari was dating Tetsutetsu from 1-B and what was going on with Mineta and that large boy in the Shiketsu uniform…

Some things, she could disregard immediately as clickbait, like the rumors of Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods splitting up. The chances of that happening were almost nil. Others were potentially more accurate, like the possibility that Wing Saber and Stardust were dating. Which was actually pretty gross, since Stardust was his Sidekick. Definitely improper.

“Oh!” Kimiko let out a gasp at the next item in the feed. Sequoia Rose, the daughter of Kamui Woods and Mount Lady, was spotted with a movie starlet she’d rescued from kidnappers last month. A grin crossed her lips. “A rescue romance? Just like Tensei and Takuma!”

But what she saw next made her laugh out loud for a good five minutes before she was composed enough to even think straight.

Fighting back giggles, she looked over a picture of Suneater and Nejire-chan, along with Kenta. Suneater was looking at something off camera she couldn’t see, while Nejire-chan was standing very close to Kenta, grinning wildly. Probably asking him a million questions, she guessed. Kenta was looking slightly uncomfortable at the attention.

But it was the headline that had made her laugh. Is Nejire-chan Scoping Out a Younger Model to Replace Suneater? She knew it was a total fabrication, but some nebulous feeling stirred in her. She pushed it down.

She took a screenshot and sent it to Kenta and Takuma’s phones. Moments later, hers buzzed.

Kenta: Just kill me now.

Takuma: You lady killer you! (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me about this, Kenta! How rude!

You know I’m supposed to get first dibs on all gossip!

Kenta: Kimi, you know that headline’s nonsense!

Takuma: Just what someone trying to throw us off the scent would say!

Definitely got to share this with the world!

Kenta: I know you’re both kidding, but I am this close to just taking a bite out of my phone.

Kimiko just laughed. Those boys of hers…

***

It was raining and Kimiko was getting soaked and cold. All the more reason to be glad she could just make her brightly colored pink and neon green costume invisible along with the rest of her, rather than having to strip like the way Mom did. It was plastering her short hair to her head and outlining her features in random blotches.

Doctor Izumi, it turned out, was in incredibly high demand. Trauma centers and ER’s across the country vied for her time and she gave them what she could. Rescue services and Rescue Agencies also frequently called upon her and her skills. Such as they had now, responding to an earthquake in the coastal city of Takodana. It was almost weird to think that nature alone could do such damage, compared to the kind of damage a runaway villain could do.

She’d been making herself as useful as she could, performing field x-rays on civilians, making doors and other things invisible so that other rescue workers could see inside, and sometimes just helping people get to triage where more experienced medical workers could treat them.

“X-Ray,” Doctor Izumi said, pointing to where a pile of rubble blocked the entrance to a small shop. “Can you give us a visual?”

Kimiko nodded, her silver goggles fulfilling their secondary purpose of marking where her head was. “On it,” she said. Carefully, she placed a hot-pink glove on the on rubble and pushed her Quirk outward. Slowly, the rubble became indistinct and then completely invisible. The invisibility spread to each piece touching the one she was, then onto the outer wall of the building itself. It was a lot to make invisible at once and she felt a pressure growing in her skull, but she could hold it for a moment.

Inside, they could see two women, one pinned under a fallen metal shelf, the other holding her hand. A store clerk appeared to be trying to lift it, but to no avail.

“Good job,” Doctor Izumi said. She tapped the communicator in her ear. “This is Doc Clock. We’ve got one confirmed wounded, possibly two additional wounded. Requesting someone with a Quirk than can shift rubble to my location.”

Gritting her teeth, Kimiko released her invisibility field. Her head ached from the strain. She’d never tried to extend her invisibility around that much mass before. It had left her feeling… stretched out.

“Are you all right?” Doctor Izumi asked.

“Fine,” Kimiko said, quickly. No time to be showing weakness now.

“You’re not,” Doctor Izumi said. “You’re showing signs of Quirk Exhaustion. You can only push yourself so far.” She gently touched Kimiko’s shoulder. “May I?”

Kimiko nodded and she felt a strange warmth flowing through her and the headache dissipated just as quickly as it had arrived. Some of the tiredness she’d been feeling was gone too.

“Only about ten minutes,” Doctor Izumi assured her. “Just to get you over the hump.”

“Sorry,” Kimiko said, shaking her head.

“Don’t be,” Doctor Izumi said. “You’re doing great. But you’ve got limits, just like everyone else. A Hero gives their all, but if you sacrifice yourself, you’re just one more body to be rescued.”

Kimiko nodded. “Okay.”

***

Back at U.A. the next day, Doctor Izumi dropped a large stack of paperwork down in front of Kimiko. “What’s this?”

“After action report,” Doctor Izumi said. “I know you’ve seen those in class before.”

“This looks a lot more complicated,” she said. “I definitely don’t remember the ones Mister Aizawa had us fill out having this many lines on it. Or that many little boxes.”

“They’re different for Medical Heroes. Any time Quirks are used in medical treatment, there’s more paperwork involved. Before, we were under the auspices of the school’s consent to treat, but out in the field, it’s different. More liabilities involved and more to be accounted for.”

Kimiko’s head fell on the table. Great. Just great. More paperwork. “How much more complicated are we talking about?”

“They’re generally about twice as long as a regular after action report. More so if things get complicated. I’ve got a lot of my own to fill out, but I’ll help you get started on some, since it’s your first time.”

She carefully put a hand on the stack of paperwork when Doctor Izumi wasn’t looking and applied her Quirk to it. “Started on what?” Kimiko asked.

At that, Doctor Izumi laughed. “Nice try, kid,” she said, pulling up a chair next to Kimiko. “But it’s not that easy.”

Kimiko let out a pitiful whine, but took her hand off the paperwork, releasing her Quirk. “Oh, all right…”

Truthfully, the paperwork wasn’t that big of a nightmare. Though she was definitely beginning to understand why bigger Agencies just had people to handle this kind of thing. But at the same time, each one was a reminder of the good they’d done last night. Maybe her part hadn’t been the biggest, but she actually felt like she’d done important things.

“Um, Doctor Izumi?” Kimiko asked.

“Yes?” she replied.

“I just wanted to say thank you. For giving me this chance. And for believing in me. I know I’m kind of an, ah, airhead sometimes but… Thanks.” Kimiko paused. “I’m smiling, by the way. I know you can’t see it.”

Doctor Izumi smiled. “You’re a good kid, Ojiro. And you’ve got a good eye and a bigger heart. You’re going to do great. And trust me, I know all about the power of someone believing in you.”

In her pocket, Kimiko’s phone dinged with the alert notification from one of her gossip sites. She didn’t bother to check it.

Right now, some things were more important than gossip.

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waltzofthewifi · 6 years ago

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Kota Chapter 1: A New Start

Table of Contents | Chapter 2 | AO3 | Fanfiction

So this story, at least at the start, takes place mainly in Paris with the Miraculous Ladybug characters. More PJO/HoO/KC characters will show up, and eventually there'll be things happening in America and at Camp Half-blood, but it builds up to that. For now, it focuses on Lacy and the MLB cast. That being said, there is a lot of references to events that happen in PJO/HoO/KC, specifically Lacy's friendship with Sadie and her relationship with her sisters Piper and Silena.

Mild amount of angst, some Lila/Bustier salt (and a very small pinch of Alya salt), lots on dealing with anger/grief (which is great because I know nothing about that), more character development than I've ever written before, and whole ton of headcanons on the miraculous, their origins, intended use, who can use it, and backstories for Fu/the butterfly and peacock miraculous. Adrinette endgame with some Lukanette, as much DJWifi as I can work in because they're cute. and mild amounts of Julerose.

There will be no redemption arc for Lila or Gabriel, but possibly for other characters. We'll see.

Lacy will eventually get a miraculous, as will some not-yet-confirmed Miraculous Ladybug characters, a few other PJO/HoO/KC characters, and few a OCs.

Oh and chapters will be much longer than my standard in this story.

Kota

Chapter 1: A New Start

Lacy Hatzi, for once in her life, was awake when her alarm clock went off.

Of course, it wasn't like she slept much that night. Her usual nightmares combined with the unfamiliarity of her new room and nerves for the day ahead of her made her restless. When her alarm went off, she was laying face down on her pillow, trying to block out the impending morning.

With a groan, she pushed herself out of bed and pulled herself downstairs.

Her dad was eating oatmeal calmly at the kitchen table, while her stepmother Elisabeth stared intensely at the coffee machine.

"Good morning, squabby," her father said, giving Lacy his most affectionate smile. "Ready for your big day?"

"No," Lacy admitted. "I'm terrified."

"You'll do fine, dove," Elisabeth said, coming up behind her. She squeezed Lacy's shoulder. "You'll see."

"You tell me that every time," Lacy replied, leaning against Elisabeth. "And it's never worked so far."

"You likes your last school," Elisabeth said. "Got along with Sadie and -"

"Elisabeth, love, Lacy has every reason to be nervous," her dad chimed in. "Starting a new school is always nerve-wracking, especially in a new country. Don't try to pretend to not be nervous."

"Right," Lacy replied. "I'm nervous. That's okay. Everyone's nervous - bad school record or not."

"Principle Damocles didn't mind your school record, Dove," Elisabeth said. "And neither did any of your teachers. Or anyone at BAG."

Lacy nodded. "Right."

Her dad stood up and placed his hand on her shoulders. "Remember to breathe."

"I'm breathing," Lacy said. She took a deep breath to prove her point. "I'm also starved. Did you find that cereal?"

Her dad chuckled. "It's next to the oatmeal."

"Thanks." Lacy walked into the kitchen, looking over the apartment's cabinets. "One question. Where's the oatmeal?"

One bowl of cereal, a quick shower, and three changes of clothes later and the start of school was almost there.

Lacy eventually settled blush pink shirt, light blue jeans, and her pink Toms. She pulled on her gray jacket and reached to pull her hair back into her usual ponytails.

She hesitated. New country, new school, should she try a new hairstyle? Her sister Piper always had her hair in such beautiful braids, and Lacy had been wanting to try it out. Making her decision, Lacy brushed it her hair out again and started on a French braid.

It didn't look as good on her as it did on Piper, but she was willing to give it a day.

Finally satisfied with how she looked - and thankful she looked like someone who had a normal sleep schedule - Lacy reached for her new knapsack. She double-checked she had everything. Textbooks, snacks, sewing kit, first aid kit, the Swiss Army knife Valdez made for her, emergency nectar and ambrosia.

None of which she needed to hide. To her surprise, her new school had a lax rule on sharp objects - something about wanting to encourage emergency supplies? It fit well with the habits she learned from Camp Half-blood, and the instructions Piper had drilled in her head.

Any big city like Paris had lots of magical threats. Stay armed. Stay aware. And don't get involved.

Getting involved was the reason she decided to switch schools in the first. Sure, it coincided with a major need for her father's job in Paris, but her family wouldn't have moved across the ocean just for that.

With Camp Half-blood running into more and more different magical beings and people, it was much more important to stay away. Especially for someone like Lacy, who wouldn't be able to hold her own the same way Piper or Clarisse could.

No, she just needed to keep her head down, even if that meant she had to leave her school, and her friends.

Still, Lacy hesitated to put her real weapon - a celestial bronze dagger she definitely didn't know how to use, disguised as a sunglass case - in her bag, even with the special pocket Piper made for it. Was it worth bringing a weapon she didn't know how to use with her?

But Piper had said to stay armed.

With a sigh, Lacy followed her older sister's instructions. Besides, monsters did have a habit of masquerading as teachers. She needed to be prepared.

Lacy secured her pack over her shoulder, flicked the lights off on her room, and headed down the steps of the apartment.

Her dad had already left, having a full day of work ahead of him, but Elisabeth offered to walk her to her new school. They lived close, and after that incident, Lacy was wary about public transport.

Elisabeth was dressed for work, in her blue slacks and blazer and black shell, but there was still a warmness and casualness to her as she walked beside Lacy. She bumped shoulders with Lacy as they walked, teasing her about every "handsome European" boy they saw.

They were technically early, but the outside of the school was already bustling with students. A teacher stood off to the side, checking something on a tablet.

Lacy felt a pang of anxiety in her chest, like an alarm going off in her head. teacher teacher teacher teacher

Lacy forced herself to take a deep breath. She rolled her shoulders a few times, trying to release the tension building in her chest.

"Are you Miss Bustier?" Elisabeth asked. Her obviously accented French reminded Lacy how grateful she was that she magically spoke French.

"Yes," the teacher replied. She smiled at Lacy. "You must be the new American student."

Lacy nodded. "Nice to meet you."

Miss Bustier smiled, and Lacy could tell that the warmth was genuine. She knew that she had been placed in Bustier's class because the teacher had a high record of helping students like Lacy, but that could mean anything. Meeting her now, Lacy could tell Bustier had a passion for teaching.

Good intentions only went so far, but it was a start.

Lacy watched her teacher's facial expressions as she talked with Elisabeth, and then she was walking with Bustier as her mom headed to the metro.

"There's no need to be nervous," Bustier told her. "Our class is really nice."

As far as you know, Lacy noted. She didn't know how fairly Bustier appraised her class. Teachers didn't always see everything.

A few moments before they reached the classroom, another girl skidded in front of the door.

"Miss Bustier! I'm so sorry I'm late!" The girl huffed.

"It's okay Marinette," Bustier said. "I know I asked you here really early." She looked at Lacy. "This is Marinette, our class president. Since you're new to the city and your parents said you were nervous about starting school, I thought you'd like to meet her."

The first thing Lacy noticed about Marinette was that her hair was in pigtails, and she looked with them. Oh, I knew pigtails would still look cute, I should have-

Marinette reached out a hand. "It's nice to meet you, Lacy."

Lacy smiled and took the hand. "You too."

"The rest of the class should be arriving soon," Bustier said. "Let's go in."

Marinette's usual seat mate was on vacation, so she offered the seat to Lacy.

"It must be scary, moving to another country," Marinette said.

Lacy nodded. "It is. But it's such a great opportunity. I try to remind myself of that when I get too homesick."

"My best friend Alya moved here recently," Marinette said. "I know she still missed her old friends for a while, but she fit in fine here too. I'm sure you will too!"

Lacy chuckled. "Thanks, but I've already heard enough pep talks today. Doesn't help with the nerves much."

"No, I guess it doesn't."

More students began filing in, some coming up and introducing themselves, others too interested in what they were doing to notice Lacy. Lacy was thrilled to meet an adorable couple - Mylene and Ivan - who always looked at each other with admiration. The romantic in Lacy awwed every time they looked at each other.

Wish I had my camera, she thought wistfully, before turning back to the front of the class just to see another student approaching her.

"Who are you?" She asked, hands on her hips.

Lacy blinked. She'd heard that attitude a thousand times in her cabin before - snotty, possibly spoiled, and definitely an incoming headache.

"Chloe, be nice," Marinette said, exasperation bleeding through her voice.

Lacy looked over the other girl - Chloe, was it? Yeah, she would fit right in with some of Lacy's sisters, with her expensive clothes, bratty expression, and face full of high-quality makeup. Better just ignore her, she figured.

"I'm the transfer student," Lacy said. "No one important."

"Obviously," Chloe replied, before heading to her seat.

"Ignore her," Marinette said.

"I was planning to," Lacy admitted.

"She's not always that bad," the blonde hair, generic-facial-expressions student in front of them - Adrien, or some other European name- commented.

The student next to him made a face. "Dude, she kinda is."

"I'm used to people like her," Lacy said. "Just duck your head and don't say anything."

"You don't have to hide here," Marinette said. "Chloe or not. Don't let her scare you."

"Sorry I'm late," another student said as she walked in.

Marinette tensed up immediately, almost like a cornered animal.

"It's okay, Lila," Bustier replied. "Just go take your seat."

Lila smiled and turned to the class, and Lacy could see a million red flags in her facial expression. If Drew had any Italian relatives, she was she was meeting one.

And then Lila looked at her, and Lacy wanted to run.

"Oh, are you new?" Lila asked.

Lacy nodded. "First day." She pulled on her jacket sleeves nervously.

"Welcome," Lila said. "I'm Lila. I'm fairly new here too."

Lacy forced a smile. "I'm Lacy."

"I'd love to show you around later," Lila said, before walking to her seat. Lacy felt herself withdraw into her seat.

"Are you okay?" Marinette asked.

Lacy nodded. "Just... reminded me of someone. That's all."

Lacy gripped the strap of her bag as she scanned the cafeteria.

"You can sit with us," Marinette offered, stepping up beside her.

Lacy nodded. "Thanks."

Most of the class sat together - three had gone home to eat, and another was calling his girlfriend, and thankfully Lila seemed otherwise occupied - and they all greeted Lacy nicely. She ended up squished between a girl named Alix and Marinette.

"I love your hair," Lacy said after they introduced themselves.

"Thanks," Alix replied. "So, what brings you to Paris?"

"I calculate there's a 90% chance her parents are Kumer boomers," another kid, Max, said.

Lacy frowned. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Kumer boomers," Marinette replied. "It's what the media's been calling all the new workers coming in. Therapists, teachers, social workers, politicians, any job that's in more of a demand thanks to Hawkmoth."

Lacy spluttered. "Hawkmoth? What kind of name is that?"

"I ask myself that every day," Alix replied with a chuckle.

"A lot of people have been complaining that no one has warned the boomers what they're getting into," Marinette noted. "The Hawkmoth situation hasn't been publicized much outside of Paris."

"Don't worry about," a student named Rose chimed in. "Ladybug and Chat Noir have the situation under control."

"Ladybug and Chat - did I step into a Marvel movie?"

"I ask myself that every day," Marinette admitted. "But yeah, they're superheroes."

"And Hawkmoth's a super villain?" Lacy questioned. "Great. I live in the same city as a super villain."

"Rose is right," Alix replied. "You have nothing to worry about. Being Akumatized sucks, but Ladybug fixes everything in the end."

"Okay, whats being akumatized?" Lacy asked. "Because that doesn't sound fun."

"Hawkmoth has the ability to create super villains out of ordinary people," Marinette replied. "By capitalizing on negative emotions."

So much for safer.

Then again, Lacy's father was a therapist. Even with everything she's been through, Lacy always had an advantage with dealing with negative emotions. Maybe she'd fly under the radar. After all, Paris was huge city - there was no reason for super villains (or superheroes) to notice her, was there?

"Besides, all the Kumer boomers are helping us handle those emotions," Rose said.

"Or replacing those who don't want to deal with it," Alix added. "A record number of teachers have quit because of Hawky."

"Thankfully, we have Ms Bustier!" Rose said. "Who's been so helpful with dealing with our emotions."

"Like that compliment thing we started with," Lacy remembered. "That was cool."

"You have the best teacher in the school," Alix added. "Trust me - she's awesome."

"So what-" Lacy was cut off by a loud boom.

"Akuma," Alix said.

"It has been a while," Marinette muttered.

"Sources say it's on the other side of - no, wait, it teleported," Max read. "It's getting close."

An alarm went off, with purple flashing lights.

"That's the akuma alarm," Alix said. "If you live close enough, you should head home."

"But where is it exactly?" Lacy asked.

Max helped her find it on the map on her phone.

"Okay, and that's about..." Lacy scanned the map helplessly. "I don't actually know where I live."

Max asked her for her address, and he typed it in.

"It's on the other side from you," Max said. "You should head home."

Lacy nodded. Most of the table had already begun scattering - Marinette had been the first person out the door - and now only her, Max, and Alix were there.

"I'll walk you there," Alix said.

"Don't you-"

"It's too far for me. I'd be stuck waiting it out here, and that can get boring fast. Besides, you're still new - I don't want you getting lost."

"Thanks."

The walk back to her house was quick, and Lacy let Alix into their tiny living room. Alix sat down on their couch and Lacy on a box of... something.

"Sorry about the mess," Lacy said. "We haven't finished unpacking yet."

"That's fine," Alix replied. "Spend enough time on the Liberty, you get used to anything."

Lacy frowned. "The liberty?"

"Juleka's House boat," Alix replied.

"Juleka has a houseboat?" Lacy asked. "That's so cool!"

"I know, right? Plus her mom is super chill," Alix added. "Lets Juleka invite us over whenever. Some of us are going over there tonight if you want to come."

"I'll have to check with my parents," Lacy said. "But I'm sure they'll say yes."

"Great!" Alix replied. "Marinette said she'll bring snacks - have you been to her parents bakery yet? They have the best pastries in Paris."

The akuma attack lasted for 2 hours, a long time according to Alix.

"It's probably because she could teleport," Alix guessed. "Those always last longer."

The classes they missed would be made up the next day through a load of homework - "Hawkmoth's doubled our load of homework," Alix had complained. "He's truly evil." - but they still had history with Miss Bustier to end the day.

"Would anyone be willing to let Lacy work with their group?" Bustier asked. "American ciriculem doesn't focus on French history as much as we do, so I'm sure she'll be happy to have help catching up."

"She can join me and Alya," Marinette offered.

"Unfortunately, Alya already has to catch up herself after she comes back tomorrow," Bustier said.

Adrien raised his hands. "History is easy for me. I'd be willing to help."

"But you're already helping me," Lila said. "I mean, I think I'm fine by myself if-"

"Me and Nathaniel can work with her," Alix offered.

"We can?" Nathaniel asked.

Alix flashed him a grin. "We talked over lunch. I think she'd work well with us."

"Alright, now that that's settled-"

Bustier reviewed some of the major parts of the homework, and Lacy did her best to pay attention and keep notes. But paying attention was not her strong suit, so she hoped her new partners had longer attention spans than she did.

Well, she already knew Alix didn't. But maybe Nathaniel did?

When Bustier dismissed the class, she asked for Lacy to stay a little after.

"Yes?" Lacy asked.

"I was just wondering if you were okay," Bustier replied. "This was your First Akuma attack."

Lacy nodded. "I was surprised. But, I'm fine. I went home, and it didn't get close to me."

"Good," Bustier said. "The school has plenty of resources if you ever need them. Just let me know."

Elisabeth had bought tea bags on her way home to work, saying they were famous for calming people down after akuma attacks.

"Your dad is stressed from it," she said as Lacy sat down across from her. "It's no wonder they're hiring so many therapists."

"One of my classmates, Mylene, told me about he therapist she and her boyfriend went out after the first attack," Lacy added. She sipped the tea, surprised at how good it tasted. "She also said our teacher is putting in extra effort to help us stay calm."

"I've heard nothing but good things about your school's response," Elisabeth said. "Still, I can't imagine going to school like this."

"When does Dad start seeing patients?" Lacy asked.

"Friday," Elisabeth said. "I guess he knows why they're putting him through so much orientation now."

"His job must be so much more stressful here," Lacy said. "I mean, what if one of his patients gets akumatized and targets him?"

"That's part of the training," Elisabeth reassured her. "I think he's more worried about you."

"Me?" Lacy questioned.

"We moved here to get you away from this type of thing," Elisabeth said. "But he's starting to think he put you in something worse."

Lacy shook her head. "Magic like this is everywhere, it's just so much more obvious here. I left BAG not because the Egyptian demigods were there, but because I was starting to become involved with them. If I keep my head down and not befriend anyone too involved, I'll be fine." Lacy took a shaky breath. "Besides, whats the chances of me actually meeting Hawkmoth or one of the superheroes?"

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crashdevlin · 6 years ago

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Secret

Author’s Note: This is part one of my second card for @spnskinnyballs‘s 500 Follower Challenge. The prompts for this were Jody and ‘What are you wearing?’

Summary: Y/n is missing her girlfriend because she doesn’t get out to Sioux Falls very often.

Pairing: Jody Mills x Reader

Word Count: 1643

Story Warnings: Biting kink, exhibitionism, femslash 18+ HERE BE SEX, DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!

The phone rang twice before she picked up. “Mills.”

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, y/n.” You could hear her smile and you loved it. “You're calling? You always text.”

“You know, I don't like how my voice sounds through the phone but I love hearing yours, so I decided to suck it up.” She chuckled and you could imagine the skin on her neck turning ever-so-slightly pink like it always did when you complimented her. “So… what are you wearing?”

Now you imagined her rolling her eyes at you. “My uniform. I'm at work.”

“I love you in your uniform, Jodio.”

“You aren't Donna. Don't call me ‘Jodio’. Did you call for a reason or are you just bored and trying to get a rise out of me?”

“Baby, if I'm calling ‘cause I'm bored, it's not to get a rise out of you. It's because I'm lonely and I miss you.”

You could hear a car door shut and knew she'd climbed into her truck to talk to you in private. “You're lonely, huh?” Her voice had taken on that husky quality that she usually left to the bedroom and it sent a thrill straight to your core.

“Uh-huh. Haven't seen my girlfriend in a few weeks ‘cause she won't let me tell my best friends and travelling companions about us, and we don't find a lot of time to just hang out in Sioux Falls.”

She sighed and you heard the engine of her truck rumble to life. “Oh, this is one of those conversations, then?”

“Yes, it's one of those conversations. I just don't understand why it's okay for your girls to know, but we can't tell my boys.”

“Because it was good for Claire to know, y/n. It was good for her to see that there wasn't a problem with it. Can you imagine how those guys would react?”

“Yes, I can, because I'm with them all the time and they know I'm bi, Jo. They watch me every time we go into a bar to see if I'm gonna try to pick up the same quality of roadhouse pussy they do and every time I go back to the motel alone, they make backhanded comments about how they think I'm lying about my own sexuality because they've never seen me with a woman before. I’m sure you don’t understand what that kind of erasure feels like, ‘cause you’re still half in the closet, but it hurts. More than they think and more than you know. I have endured that pain, and I will continue to endure, for you because I love you. But these conversations aren’t gonna stop just ‘cause you don’t like ‘em.” A familiar rumble outside caught your attention. “Hey, I gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye, Jody.”

You bit your lip and waited for the door to open. Jody appeared in the doorway of the Sioux Falls Sheriff’s Department, completely bundled against the South Dakota winter. Your teeth pressed into your bottom lip harder as you watched her unbundle, taking off her beanie, coat and gloves. She really was gorgeous, and you were so damn lucky.

You smirked and moved to lean against her office doorjamb. “Hey, Sheriff. Is this where I report a stolen heart?”

Bright hazel orbs jumped to your face and she gasped, dropping her gloves on her deputy’s desk and rushing for you. “You’re here?!” She exclaimed, ignoring your cheesy line as she wrapped cold fingers around the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss.You moaned as she bit your lip and tugged it with her teeth.

You wrapped your hands around her wrists and pulled back. “The guys are here, too. They’re in the break room raiding your vending machines.” You whispered.

“So, we got a few minutes, then.” She said, smirking as she pushed you into her office and kicked the door closed. As soon as she had you on the edge of her desk, she pulled the collar of your V-neck thermal out of the way and started to lick and suck at your neck and shoulder. Her teeth came down hard on your shoulder and you moaned, loudly, as wetness dripped out of you.

Your eyes rolled back and closed as she continued to scrape her teeth at the bite and she slipped her a right hand into the front of your jeans to rub at your clit through your soaked panties. “Oh, god, Jo.” You whined. Jody just bit you again and increased the pressure on your clit. When you opened your eyes, Sam and Dean were standing at the door, arms laden down with snacks and eyes wide. “Jody. Sam and Dean, they’re-”

“Let ‘em watch.” She whispered in your ear. “They might learn somethin’.”

Now, exhibitionism was not usually your thing, and you didn’t really want the Winchesters to know what your ‘O’ face looked like, but with Jody’s voice in your ear, her fingers working you hard, her teeth digging into your earlobe, you didn’t really have a chance against the climax that crashed over you.

She smiled and licked her fingers before waving at the guys to enter. “See somethin’ you like, boys?” She asked, leaning against her desk next to you.

Dean smirked, dropping his snacks on Jody’s desk and turning to Sam. “Yup. Ten bucks, in my palm right now, Sam.” Sam rolled his eyes as he pulled out his wallet.

“Why is money being exchanged?” You asked.

“I told Sammy you had a secret girlfriend in Sioux Falls. He didn’t believe me.”

“You thought it was Claire!” Sam argued, but he still handed the money over.

“Doesn’t matter. Bet was that y/n had a secret Sapphic relationship in Sioux Falls, which she did.”

“Ew! Claire is jailbait.”

“Not technically.” Sam and Dean said, together.

“Still way too young for anyone in this room to even consider sexually.” Jody said in her very best Mom voice.

“Oh, yeah, totally.” Dean agreed. “‘sides, she’s a brat. But she digs chicks, y/n digs chicks, you never said you did, so I thought she was keepin’ it secret ‘cause Claire’s so young.”

You shrugged. It made an amount of sense. “You know, I’m surprised you know the word ‘Sapphic’, Dean.”

He scoffed and smirked. “You kiddin’ me? The amount of pornography I consume? Course I know that word, as well as a few other choice words for what just went down.”

“So, uh, how’d this start?” Sam asked, gesturing between you and Jody, who took your hand in hers. You smiled down at your fingers entwining with hers.

“Remember, uh, couple years ago, when Amara tried to eat me and I ended up bedridden with depression?” You bit your lip. Having your soul ripped from your body and almost eaten by God’s sister had taken a toll on your will to live. “Jo got me through it.”

Jody brought your hands up to her lips and kissed the back of your hand. “She got herself through it. I just didn't let her give up.” She squeezed your hand and gave it another kiss, before turning her attention back to Sam and Dean. “Anyway, she fell asleep in my arms watching Dirty Dancing and I knew that I wanted that to happen again, as many times as I could get it to happen.”

“And when did it, uh, get fun?” Dean asked, a suggestive twitch to his eyebrows.

You looked to Jody, not sure if she wanted to answer such an invasive question. She chuckled. “Soon as I came to grips with the fact that I wanted it to get fun.”

Dean seemed satisfied with that answer, nodding. “Okay, so… now that we know about y’all, no more lying and making excuses to come to South Da-fuckin’-kota, right? From now on, just say ‘I miss my girlfriend and I wanna go get laid’ and you can borrow one of the Letters’ cars. Okay?”

You nodded. You pressed your lips to Jody’s cheek. “How long ‘til you can take me home, baby?”

“I’m on call ‘til 3am, but I can do a patrol over near the house, take lunch.” Her tone was suggestive and it made you bite your lip.

“It’s gonna need to be a long lunch. This one’s been sexually frustrated for weeks.” Dean chuckled.

“Thank you so much, dude. Jerk.”

“Just callin’ it how I see it.” Dean picked up his snacks and ripped open a Snickers bar with his teeth. “Come on, Sam. Let’s let the ladies have their together time.”

Sam shook his head as Dean walked out. “I’m happy for you. You deserve it.” He smiled and followed his brother out of the office.

You turned to Jody with a smile and squeezed her hand. “Why’d you do that? You didn’t want them to know.”

“But you did.” She pulled her hand from yours and turned flush with you, fingers moving to curl around your hips. “The only pain I want you to endure for me, honey, is the good kind.” She leaned forward and scraped her teeth against your neck. You let out a breathy moan and wrapped your arms around her. “Come on. Take me to lunch.” You pressed your lips to hers and grabbed your coats, before following her out to her truck.

“The girls in?” You asked, sliding as close to her as you could.

She smirked. “Nope. Some music festival in Colorado. I can make you scream as loud as I want.”

You shuddered at the thought. “I know you’re supposed to uphold the law, baby, but maybe lean on that pedal a bit.” You requested before leaning back to bask in your current situation.

“Patience.” She scolded, but you noticed a definite increase in the truck’s velocity.

Hunters- @mrswhozeewhatsis, @adoptdontshoppets, @letsby, @spnskinnyballs

Everything tags- @heyitscam99

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a-byronic-heroine · 3 years ago

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“I left the Order of the Jedi just before the Clone Wars broke out, actually. I never fought in the War unless I was forced into confrontation. War was everywhere, so I did, of course, have a few encounters with both sides that required violence. I prefered my studying and training. Until I realized it was all the machinations of one of my kind. Then I started looking a bit closer at the war. Sidious was called Sheev Palpatine back then.”

She remembered the day the Jedi Council called her in and questioned all of her time spent in the data library’s classified vaults. She’d been stupidly cocky back then, as most young are. Kly had very bluntly told them she had no idea what they were talking about. She batted her eyelashes and played sweet innocent, but they had seen through her. Her ability to hold a facade was paltry compared to what she had now. They’d called in the Temple guard and ordered her arrested for use of the Dark Side. Kly had snarled and roared at them as she was dragged away, telling them they were no better than the very thing they feared.

Her escape had been a fortuitous accident. Master Krell had stopped the guards detaining his former padawan. He’d just been returning from a mission. Kly had used the distraction to fight her way out of their hold and bolted. Now that she thought on it, Master Krell had never made a move to stop her. He even stepped out of her way. Had his own descent into the Dark Side begun as well at that point? Or had he just been observing her behavior. Kly half expected the Council to send him after her, but they never did.

She frowned at Marek’s description of his nightmares. How they had begun. Whoever this Jedi “Kota” was, he hadn’t considered the fact that this was a clone. Essentially a newborn given full-fledged powers. The fact that he automatically assumed it was the Dark Side doing it was laughable. As if it wasn’t a part of the same Force that the Light Side came from. There was only one Force and it had many facets. Even he should have noticed that much.

“More likely it’s because you were newly created. Essentially an infant with the powers of an adult. And no one has taught you, or taught the original you, how to fine tune your control. You should learn. It will help you harness all that pent up angst and turn it into power. And Force knows you have way too much angst. I can practically taste it. We can work on this. And work on your fine tuned control. You’re powerful, but you need more than raw power. Not everything can be solved by killing and beating things into the ground, believe it or not.”

She sat the mask beside her, looking down at it and feeling the faint pull. It wasn’t as strong as some other artifacts. Kly assumed it was because, much like Marek, Revan had been a proponent of both and neither side of the Force. Sith souls couldn’t really rejoin the Force after death. They tended to latch on to things of importance to them, raging and screaming through eternity. Some were accepting of death. Used it as an opportunity to continue their influence on the universe and others simply wanted to exist and watch the galaxies age. Most were not so peaceful.

“Tython has always been strong in the Force. The Jedi were formed there, after all. But there was a war between the Eternal Sith Empire and the Jedi and their Republic. The Sith ravaged the planet. Most things don’t survive on Dark Side worlds without being warped. There will be some wildlife there. It will all be hostile. Nothing someone with a blaster or a saber couldn’t dispatch. The thing to watch for is the pack species. They’ll swarm you if you aren’t careful. There is nothing sentient that exists there anymore. It makes people uneasy, being around that much Dark energy. They avoid it.

“It will be hard for anyone not well-versed in the Dark Side to find us. Because its so concentrated, the Force feels different. It’s often overwhelming for the first weeks you’re there. It’s like trying to find a specific scent in a room full of scents with only your nose. Don’t be concerned if this is the case. The more you panic about it, the worse it will get. The Force feeds on that. There are many places to hide. Plenty of ruins and underground cave systems. If the Empire wants to find us, they’ll have a hard time of it.”

One good thing about Nal Hutta, Kly mused, was that it was easy to hide in. Other than the Hutt’s guards, there was no policing force, so as long as one stayed away from the bleak looking palace, all was hidden to the eyes of the Hutts and the Empire. No one gave her a passing glance, and those that did quickly looked away at the sight of a dual-bladed lightsaber hilt strapped to her thigh. Another good thing about Nal Hutta was that everyone could be bought. Wave enough credits at port workers, poor rabble and mid-level gang bosses, and you could know the ins and outs of the city. Who was new, who was leaving, who was on a hit list, who was looking for work. So when Kly got word that someone was asking questions about her, she knew of it almost immediately. She let whoever it was look around for a few days before giving one of her contacts the go-ahead to give them a location.

There were four different cantinas in the capital of Nal Hutta alone. Two were for the common thugs and rabble. One was an underground bar, hidden from the Hutts, created by escaped slaves working together to free themselves before fleeing into the swamps. The last one was for the richest and most influential beings on Nal Hutta. All members of the Grand Hutt Council went there as did the top gang bosses and cartel leaders. Kly had enough good standing with the Grand Council after doing jobs for them to be allowed to come and go as she pleased. Her contact would lead the one asking questions there.

She sensed whoever it was as soon as they stepped inside. The Force rippled around her at the presence, like a pond’s glassy surface being disrupted by a skipping stone. Kly remained relaxed and calm. She was sitting in a highly visible booth, anything this person tried would have to be done in the open around several very dangerous and influential powers. She took a long drink of her blackroot as she listened to footsteps coming closer.

“You ask dangerous questions, stranger,” she offered, her back still turned to them.

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at-venture-trail · 7 years ago

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The N.I.K.E. Framework: Content Needs of India's Users

2018 has been the year when content, especially on mobile, has found its wings in India. There is a lot of excitement about content businesses in India, and rightly so. There is tremendous opportunity created by the next 500Mn Indian internet users with 9 out of 10 users not being conversant in English. This opportunity has created potential across languages, regions, interests and multimedia formats. But given this diversity, saying that we are excited about content businesses would be an unjust generalisation, especially for a country like India.

As the web welcomes the newest and most diverse set of consumers it has ever seen, the demand for relevant content will far exceed the supply for a few years to come. While there will be horizontal platforms like Sharechat that will serve the needs of multiple types of users, we believe that there is enough demand in the market to support platforms that serve a specific type of content. We thus use the N.I.K.E. Framework to define content needs for varied users. We believe each of these categories can have large standalone platforms, reflecting unique user need/behavior, product nuances and monetisation models.

The N(ews).I(nformation).K(nowledge).E(ntertainment) Framework

News

News is a highly verified piece of content, which is generally relevant for a limited period of time. It can appeal to users defined by geography (national, local etc.) or by interests (politics, sports etc.). For the literate members of the next 500Mn internet users, newspaper reading is a daily habit and quite often the only source of news.

People care about news content that is highly relatable to their life, neighbourhood, city, state, nation, the sport they like or the celebrities they follow. Demand for news content is so high that many cities have mid-days and evening dailies in high circulation, besides the morning edition. People prefer reading news in the language they best understand. That explains why the largest newspaper in India is in Hindi (Dainik Jagran) with a daily readership of 70 million.

In fact, in tier 2 towns and beyond, to be able to read a newspaper is directly linked to one's literacy levels. So it is not surprising that in India, newspapers have an estimated readership of ~400M while television has an estimated viewership of ~780M.

These macro conditions imply that a mobile news platform should provide content in regional languages and use multimedia formats, especially videos to appeal to a vast audience. Moreover, since users care about 'relevant' news, personalisation of news is also an interesting open piece.

Information

Information is verified content, but unlike news, it may be relevant for a longer period of time, mostly a few days to years. Some relevant examples would be content on platforms such as Zomato, Babycentre, Tripadvisor and so on.

In the offline world, information is concentrated with local 'experts' - relevant people you trust in your network. For instance, in different parts of India, most women in their pregnancy phase consult their elders or a trusted doctor for parenting related queries. Holiday planning gets heavily influenced through the experiences of one's friends or relatives.

The first wave of information platforms in India addressed the needs of the English speaking audience. But the first-time internet user in India today doesn't just need information in their own language but also seeks locally and culturally relevant content.

And therefore, platforms need to solve for both creators and consumers. Creators need access to a broader audience base to disseminate their information as well as tools to create seamless information. For this information exchange, they need a way to be paid - either in the form of virtual currency like recognition (likes, followers etc.) or real currency. Consumers, on the other hand, need information in an easily consumable and discoverable format. Vernacular audience adds another level of complexity given varied languages, needs and consumption patterns, which the platform has to solve for.

Knowledge

Knowledge is what you get when you combine information with experience and analysis. It helps you get better at something or teaches you an entirely new skill-set.

Educational institutes are considered the primary source of knowledge dissemination in the society. But there are two problems with this system for the end consumer: limited access to quality knowledge and affordability. A lot of students migrate to test-preparation hubs such as Kota because some of the best quality teaching talent is concentrated there. Some US universities offer advanced degrees in domains such as machine learning, but a large number of students cannot afford to pay their tuition fee. Many people want to learn how to speak English, but the social stigma attached to group classes stop them.

Platforms can bring trust into the knowledge ecosystem by enabling the most qualified tutors or curating high-quality content in different verticals and making them accessible to the relevant audience. Various features can enhance delivery of this content such as interactive live-streaming formats, tutor-to-peer and peer-to-peer discussions and so on. Our portfolio companies Toppr and Unacademy are building products in this vertical.

Entertainment

Entertainment content thrives on leisure time. While leisure time spends may be different for different types of users, the need for entertainment is truly ubiquitous.

Offline, entertainment content is served through various mediums such as TV, cinema, radio, magazines, events, shows etc. Each of these formats has either large organisations or celebrities which create content and act as a pull factor. For instance, people pay for a movie because it stars their favourite celebrity or buy their favourite magazine because it caters to their interests.

Earlier, the expertise involved in creating such high-quality content and distributing it resided with a few companies and people. But Youtube changed that by allowing any creator to upload content for a large online audience. However, the onus of quality content creation remained with the creator. The next wave of platforms is democratizing content creation by bringing quality creation tools to masses. For instance, Musical.ly and Douyin are letting everyone show their talent innovatively and become a micro-influencer and sometimes, command an even bigger following than mainstream celebrities.

Entertainment platforms must make users hooked to the platform and not just the content on it. These are two different things. The content can be a commodity in nature (example: licensed non-exclusive PGC content), and users will watch the content wherever they can find it, with limited loyalty to the platform. The content can be differentiated (platform-created UGC content, original PGC content) and users will use the specific platform that serves it.

The 2M's of content: Moat and Monetization

There are two types of moats that a content platform can build:

Creator network moat: By having creators who create differentiated content on your platform. Netflix's IP-driven content is immensely defensible and enables it to have unique content that one would not find elsewhere. Instagram has created micro-influencers who create quality content on the platform using robust platform-provided creation tools.

Distribution moat: By having sizeable captive userbase consume content on your platform. For instance, telecom and smartphone players such as Jio and Xiaomi have distribution moat. Instagram today has distribution moat as a consequence of creation moat.

Distribution moat either comes with time and scale or with marketing spend. Hence, startups in the early days should focus on Creator Network moat. Let's take an example of a UGC platform.

The initial days require a strong focus on providing 'highly relevant content', which can be seeded too! This becomes a base for new users to learn from. But true exponential growth kicks is when users start generating content directly on the platform. This leads to better engagement and retention. To achieve this, the platform needs to give users tools to create content as well as create “Heroes” out of its users. Once this happens, the consumers come to the platform not just for the content but also for the content creators and the Creator Network moat is established. This has been done successfully by the likes of Instagram, Douyin and Sharechat. We will talk more about this in our next post in the series. Stronger the moat, higher the ability to monetize. Quantum of monetization depends on various factors such as the underlying TG, type of interest and size of the userbase. Below are some popular (not exhaustive) monetization models across categories. Although, once you have a captive user base loyal to your platform, there is no dearth of the number of things you can try to make money.

Don't guess, talk

If you are building a platform in one of the above categories or thinking towards building one, make sure you go deep into understanding what the user needs are by talking to a large number of regional users. There is a limited history of how these users consume content online, hence, guessing will not work. The only way to know is to talk to them. Of course, you can also ping us, and we would love to brainstorm with you. :)

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summertrainingatsamyak · 7 years ago

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Data Science and Analytics Training in Jaipur

Data is everywhere. In fact, the amount of digital data that exists is growing at a rapid rate—in fact, more than 2.7 zettabytes of data exist in today’s digital universe, and that is projected to grow to 180 zettabytes in 2025. Data Science and Analytics Course is all about analyzing and extracting right info. It is easy enough to become a data scientist. Once you get the art of data analysis right, it is just a matter of practicing your newly-found skills well enough to become proficient. One of the ways is to join Data Science Training and data analytics training at Samyak ,Jaipur.

Also, you can become a Big data analyst. Big data is high velocity, high variety or high volume assets that demand cost effective innovative forms of information processing that enable enhanced insight, decision-making, and process automation.” Big Data analytics find insights that help organizations make better business decisions. The company Also provides an industrial training program on big data.

The list below are courses that are available for Summer training or internship program. Also 6 week or 8 week Industrial Training program in Jaipur,Ajmer or Kota.

1. IOT Internet of Things

2. Big Data Certification

3. R Language

4. Python Class Certificate

5. Machine learning

Samyak IT Development and Training Institute is one of the leading IT development and training company in Jaipur. The company offers one of the best Industrial Training Program in Jaipur. In addition to 6 Months Industrial Training program, you can also register for Summer Industrial Training program offered. You don’t have to be a student to register for the Summer Internship or Training program if you want to become a data scientist.

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irobotjohor-blog · 7 years ago

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Robotic Vacuum iRobot Kota Marudu Jawdropping Rebate

The iRobot Roomba 980 (RM4850) will be the newest flagship robot machine in the organization that first put robotic servants in American properties.

Unlike its predecessors, the 980 has the connectivity, battery life, and abilities to plane from bedroom to place without getting dropped. That means it is the primary software machine we might suggest for variable-room cleaning. However, owners of folks with lots of clutter, small houses, and bargain seekers might want to stay away from the 980.

The initial robot vacuum we'd suggest for multi-room cleaning.

That is not even close to an indictment with this style. Understand that software vacuums are inherently a bargain, cleanup within a device, operated with a simple battery and combining robot.

Indeed, the 980 excelled as an automaton, flitting around our software vacuum obstacle course just like a leaf around the wind. Got a house with wonderful furniture or fragile wainscotting? Here is a robot machine that won't scratch it.

Nevertheless, the 980is mild effect comes in the expense of outstanding washing. For example, the Roomba 650 was—by comparison—a robot that was far worse, ramming into furniture like falling bookcases produced the room cleaner. But that hostility translated to the brushes getting into more locations, which designed more soil found.

The 980 was also stopped by that not enough oomph that was additional from climbing atop high- a which merely a couple of software vacuums have accomplished, pack rugs. (you are able to view the full exam while in the above video.)

By the end of the cycle, the 980 just picked 8.5 grams of soil up. The equivalent Neato Botvac Connected—the highest-rated robot vacuum we have tested in 2016—picked up 11 grams, to put that in contrast. the pickup hole adds up within a week's length, although that might not appear to be much of a distinction. Essentially, you will get up greater soil pick from a machine that costs RM1200 less.

What exactlyis the deal using the 980is high price tag? Also for sale, it's RM4850.

We don't have a question that the technology to build up as that is expensive. Infact, if you take a look at Neato, which offers a WiFi- robot vacuum, the escalation in price between the Botvac Connected is all about the same as the bounce between your not- related 880 along with the 980.

Envision coming to work and learning at the last second which you have guests coming over. You control the 980 to give your floors a once over and blow out your cellphone. If you are down even a thousand kilometers or the street apart it doesn't matter, the 980 can get the job done.

It might possibly utilize incorporated Electronic Wall Lighthouses to maneuver from room to area. Just place Lighthouses in each room-you need cleaned, and they'll guide the 980 from place to room—and back to the charger, if required. Additional robot vacuums without this feature—like the LG Hom- Bot—can get lost whenever they wander too much from their charger.

We are led by that towards the second question: Is it worth every penny?

However, like all robot cleaners, the 980 isn't ideal. It shied away from superior loads and limited areas that its competitors had no issues with although it never got trapped during our barrier course. Robot that is different vacuums—including our top-rated Neato—have WiFi connection, and other robot cleaners are better looking.

The underside line is that the 980 adds a fairly regular robot vacuum and some outstanding features together. IRobot has always been a primary mover in the robot vacuum space, and we've undoubtedly the next generation of robot cleaners may stand on the shoulders of the 980.

If you want a software machine that is designed to clean numerous bedrooms, the 980 is a superb choice—at least until later in 2013, when the Samsung PowerBot Turbo VR9350 debuts its unique adjustable-space technology.

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priyankarajput22 · 2 years ago

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Best Data Science Course in Kota

The best data science course in Kota is a comprehensive and industry-relevant program designed to equip individuals with the knowledge and skills needed to excel in the field of data science. This course covers a wide range of topics, including data analysis, machine learning, statistical modeling, data visualization, and big data technologies. It is typically delivered by experienced instructors and may include hands-on projects, real-world case studies, and practical applications of data science tools and techniques. The best data science course in Kota aims to prepare students for rewarding careers in data analysis, machine learning, and data-driven decision-making, making it a valuable choice for those looking to enter or advance in the data science field.

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existentialstatesofmind · 8 years ago

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Opening Up

Clare: often found new books online by browsing through suggestions of similar reads to past favorites. She was sure this wouldn’t be much different. “I like that feature already. The biggest problem I run into is looking for paranormal romance and getting horror. Yeah if the cover looks gory or violent, I won’t get it.” She grinned at him. “Thank you, if you really don’t mind helping me out. We probably will be using a wok. Unless they are worried about grease fires.” Clare became uneasy at the thought. “There are so many distractions in a classroom and I have slow reflexes.” She laughed nervously. “No problem. We’ll get along fine. I just have to warn Alli.” Her best friend was more outgoing than she was and could easily become defensive. Clare remembered how Alli had taken an immediate dislike to Jenna. Once she made up her mind about someone it was difficult to change it. “Good! I was starting to miss the days when I didn’t care about my appearance and would wear whatever I wanted even if it caused me to be made fun of.” She chuckled. “Yay!” She enthusiastically responded to going to a Cultural Festival. “What is Host Cafe?” Clare knew if it had anything to do with drinking the schools were going to say no. “Oh my god.” She squealed. “If we are doing this, we have to go all out! No point in doing something with so much potential half assed. You have to wear an apron with a big satin bow tying it in the back, gloves, high heels, maid headpiece and feather duster. Everything allowed. Thigh highs with the garter might be against the rules. Though I’d pay money to see you, Kota. Of course I’ll gladly wear a male waiter costume which is probably a vest over a button down shirt, black slacks, a bowtie, and men’s shoes. Can’t forget those. I’m going to have to buy a wig. What color should I go with? I want straight hair too that will make me look different. Maybe Alli and I can draw fake mustaches on each other! I think that would look better than one you glue on. I wonder if I can trick her into letting me give her a goatee?” She grinned mischievously. “I know. I just wasn’t sure how much you trusted him with. I’m glad he’s not like your brothers, you need someone to confide in besides me. So we let everyone think whatever they want? But I don’t have to lie?” Clare was glad she didn’t have to confirm any rumors that might make their way back home. She didn’t care about being thrown out of Jesus Club, however, Clare couldn’t let her parents find out she dared to sleep in the same bed as a boy (even if they weren’t doing anything other than sleeping). “Technically it’s an Irish Claddagh ring.” She doubted many girls would ask the meaning behind it. “I’m not ready emotionally, and I make no promises when I will be. Emi’s good birth control. I love her but I couldn’t take care of her full time like you do. My family’s a mess, I’d have zero support, and a baby is a lot more work. I don’t want us to resent each other because we had to miss out being a normal teenagers. I’m going away for college, I want to live in a dorm and be independent.” If she really got pregnant at 16, her parents and especially Darcy (who looked down on teen moms) would pressure her into giving the baby up for adoption but Clare saw no reason to bring that up. She nodded. “We’ll table it. I obviously am not comfortable with relying on a condom either, I’d have to come up with a way to get around needing parental permission. Or Mom’s head would explode.” Clare didn’t want Kota to change his mind later on and break up with her for a girl who was on birth control. There was nothing she could do about it though. “Seriously? That might be your best kept secret. I mean I have seen tabloid articles with headlines like Melanie Martinez goes on a weekend rendezvous with her younger man! But they never mentioned Toronto.” Clare didn’t feel stupid for not recognizing her own city or Kota if he’d ever been caught on camera too because no one else at school did either. Mostly Clare thought those articles were bogus. But sometimes they guessed Melanie was in some exotic location with an upcoming actor who had a baby face but was really 25. She listened to their crazy adventures, and more they could possibly have. She could never be apart of that. But that was okay. At least she was finally getting to go somewhere AND currently hanging out with Melanie Martinez! Clare smiled. “It won’t be a free for all but it will be parentless.” She walked out of the office and looked at Melanie before answering Kota. “How about starting with Yohio’s lab?”

Kota: looked at Clare when she mentioned paranormal romance and getting horror. "They classify paranormal as supernatural and I've read one supernatural romance that I liked. It didn't have horror, but it was also adult." he explained. "I'm not sure, to be honest I haven't heard of them using a wok, but if you go to someone's house to learn they may use a wok." he shrugged. He listened to her talk about warning Alli and nodded, then laughed when she mentioned her clothes. "A host club is basically a legal form of prostitution without the prostitution. We'd have to wear suits and look nice, the customer will get a list of names of who's on duty and pick which one they want to be with. We'd have to sit with the customer or customers while they eat, we'd be able to drink soda or something with them and we'd have to do what they say. If a girl tells me to flirt with her, I'd have to or we'd lose money. I'd have to kiss her hand regardless though, when the customers leave a kiss on the hand is a proper goodbye." he explained the best he could. Hearing Clare go on about the cafe causing him to shake his head. "You can't do any of that. Everything is supplied by the school. The outfits are decided by votes, the ones that get the most votes are what we will be wearing and they're handmade by our class. The wigs will be provided by the theater committee, the shoes will also be provided for us by the school. You and Alli cannot have facial hair of any sort, you'd have to look like a high school boy and there will already be someone to do your make up and mine. Who knows they may only straighten and style your hair, there are guys with long hair at school. To be honest, I do my hair differently in Japan, there are times when Natsumi stood on a chair and tied my bangs for me with a band on the top of my head. It looked like a small ponytail and it's not uncommon for guys to do that there like it is here." he assured. "No we don't have to lie. If they know you're a virgin who cares? If they think we're having sex, let them." he said honestly. He didn't correct anyone either, he just let them think what they wanted. "I feel the same, I'm not emotionally ready and I don't know when I will be either. I'm actually going to community college because most dormitories won't allow Emi to live with me in them and who's to say if and when my aunt will come back for her. When I graduate Degrassi, I'm getting an apartment to live in wherever I go to school and I'm going to bring Emi apartment shopping with me. If my aunt comes and gets her by then I'll stay in a dorm. I do know that newborns cry a lot and not all of them sleep through the night so continuing high school with a child is nearly impossible and it would be just as impossible to go to an actual college like we want, we'd have to go online and that would suck a lot. I don't plan on having sex until I'm able to take responsibility for whatever happens." he smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "We can worry about that later and I don't think you'll need to get your mom's permission for birth control. I'm not planning on being ready while I'm still in high school so there's no need to worry about that." he said honestly and listened to her. "No, we were in Cali when that happened so don't worry about recognizing the city. I'm able to take small trips between here and America when I want as long as my mom knows. Plus they didn't really get my face, I wore dark glasses and a hat so they couldn't get my face." he confirmed. As Clare spoke, he looked around his office to make sure he had everything and smiled. "Yohio's lab it is." he said before hearing his phone ring and answering it. "Great, I've been trying to call you." he chimed to the person on the other end. "I'm bringing my girlfriend when I bring the jacket to you so..." he trailed off and listened. "That'd be perfect. I'll make sure she's free and I'm willing to pay you back for this. Her name is Clare and please whatever you do don't embarrass her. If you do the IOU you have against me will be null and void." he stated in the phone and smiled. "Great and ok, I'll put paper in my fax machine so you can fax whatever you need to." he smiled. "Ok, I'll see you then and I promise not to tell her. Love ya too." he chuckled and hung up the phone. "Clare, keep your schedule clear for next Saturday. We apparently have plans and I'm not sure what's going to happen since I'm in debt to someone right now." he explained. "Ah, debt that you need to pay with your body." Mel laughed jokingly. "That's not funny, for all I know she could be planning something and though she won't make me her slave I'm still unable to find out what she has up her sleeve." he sighed and stood up. "To Yohio's office." he chimed and lead them down a corridor. "We can't go inside due to the fact he's working and if we scare him or the chemist it could cause problems." he informed and stopped to press a button on the elevator. "What is he making?" Mel asked. "Perfume." Kota answered. "We're selling it in the store downstairs and in Japan first. If the perfume sells well, we'll build him a lab in Japan." he added as they got on the elevator and he pressed the button for the third floor. "The girl you were on the phone with, do I know her?" Mel asked. "Not personally, but you know who she is." he said. "That could be anyone." Mel sighed. "I'll tell you who it is later." he said. "Maybe she just wants to hang out." Mel shrugged. "That's a possibility. I have only been able to hang out with her in America so maybe she wants me to give her a tour of Toronto." he sighed in relief as the elevator stopped and he lead them to a big window. "This is Yohio's lab." he said looking through it to see Yohio and waved at him, in turn Yohio waved back wearing a hooded lab coat, hospital mask, rubber gloves and protective glasses. "Where to next?" he asked.

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