Christian xi Chen is one of the Chen family he has a brother named Blyth xi Chen there father named serap xi Chen he is the president of the company Chen hais group Christian xi Chen is just Blyth half brother. Blyth always bully Christian. Christian didn't know that it's not because he's just  he's half brother,but that is not it.

Christian xi Chen is one of the Chen family he has a brother named Blyth xi Chen there father named serap xi Chen he is the president of the company Chen hais group Christian xi Chen is just Blyth half brother. Blyth always bully Christian. Christian didn't know that it's not because he's just  he's half brother that's why Blyth bully him it's not because of that.

Christian Tsunade a high schooler in the respected Sakura academy, but Christian is a boy that get pissed easily, and because of this he can be violent, being someone who beats up people he is hated by almost everyone in the academy, but one day changed that, three people helped Christian to accept people and value their company, but the more Christian knew about these people the more he saw their own hell, and now Christian tries to help his friends that helped him.

_ Here we go again! what's wrong with him this time ?

A cry is heard, quickly followed by crying.

_ Leave him alone. He fell on his knee. 

The child's face twists in pain. Big tears roll down his cheeks as a trail of snot, straight out of a nostril, moves dangerously to his lips.

_ Are you listening ?

Lily turns her head towards her brother who's placing a box of cheese in his cart trolley. She shrugs.

_ no.

Christian holds back the urge to roll his eyes as Lily walks past him with a little smirk.

_  i was saying that i won't be able to eat with you tonight.

Lily nods while her gaze scan the rays.Christian stops in front of a shelf of olive oil. Taking a bottle, he continues

_ i'm still going to cook though. I often work until late at night, and I don't want you to get into bad habits - he points the green bottle at his sister - no junk food.

Lily rolls her eyes but nods. Eventually, the siblings arrive at the checkout behind which a young woman waves to a customer and her son leaving the supermarket.

_ Ho ! Good afternoon mister Perrin!

_ ho please Lizzie, How many times should I tell you to call me Chris?

Lily cringes at her brother's tone. The man sports a charming smile as he strikes up a little chat with the ginger lady with large yellow glasses.

Flirting with the cashier.

The teenage girl looks away,clearly not interested in whatever he's saying that the blushing cashier is already laughing about. Turning her head, the brunette notices a pile of papers next to the cash register. Somethig is written on it, wit the same picture on all of them. Missing posters.

_ Ho! A new face in town?

Lily raises her eyes up at the cashier who gives her a welcoming smile. 

She has gapped front teeth. 
Cute.

_ Lizzie may i present to you Lily Perrin, my little sister.

_ Hi - Lily smiles briefly before focusing her eyes back on the papers.

The redhead lets out a little gasp. Her eyes travel from a sibling to the other twice before asking

_ a sister?! Wow you never talked about her!

The brunette girl snickers. Beside her, Christian lets out an awkward chuckle after sending a side glance to her.

_ well-

_ of course he didn't- Lily interrupts him. Her eyes focused on the sheet of paper she's holding.

Christian frowns, he begins to place his groceries in a cardboard bag. He'd rather stay silent.

_ How long have you been in town? - the cashier resumes- Unlike your brother you have a slight accent. Were you living in a whole other country ?

_ Ho I used to live with our grandmother, but she died so, poor Bro has to put up with me.

This time, the man can't stop the groan from escaping him. An awkward silence fall on the three people. Lily wears an almost genuine smile while she's looking at the young woman in front of her, who didn't know what to say anymore. With a movement a little too hurried, Christian puts the money in front of the redhead then takes his cardboard bags without meeting the eyes of either of the two women.

_ Thank you Lizzie, we're leaving now.

And with that, the man leaves the supermarket followed closely by the teenage girl just behind him.

The sun sets. On the road to the house, a heavy silence hangs in the car. Christian says nothing, his face impassive, his fingers wrapped firmly around the steering wheel. In the passenger seat, Lily's reading the missing person report again an again, her eyes fixed on the photograph.

 "Do i know this guy?"

The house front door opens on a Christian still silent. Arms full of groceries, he walks calmly to the kitchen, leaving Lily to close the door behind them. Once the purchases placed onto the counters, the man turns to the teenager, his face's expressionless, but his voice's  firm, cold.

_ I'd rather have this one conversation you're absolutely avoiding then letting you behave like that indefinitely.

Lily clenches her jaw, but doesn't say anything. Her brother's gaze is heavy, severe, but her eyes do not falter. Two can play at that game. A game that, she can admit, she's started.

_ you can't keep on this attitude.

_ watch me.

Christian closes his eyes and grits his teeth. Lily doesn't move. She needs to stay stoic, she won't lose against this feeling of remorse growing inside her. 
To be honest, she takes no pleasure in getting into conflicts with him, in seeing his dismay.
Guess it's just easier.

Christian takes a deep breath then turns around to take the groceries out of their bag.

_ We'll talk about it eventually. Take your time.

The end of the sentence is whispered in a sigh. Lily bites her tongue and looks away. He's actually making it harder then she was expecting and god. She hates it.

_ i'm in my room…

Once alone in the kitchen, Christian puts the jar of jelly down before bringing a hand to his face. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, that she wasn't going to make things easier for him, but it's way harder than he expected, much more painful. 

"Just think..."

The brunette takes another deep breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose, an attempt to block the headache he feels coming. Exhaling, he opens his eyes again. These then fall on an object next to his coffee machine. A groan escapes him.

" Damn it..." 

The headache is here.

09:15 PM

Laying on her bed, hand holding her phone screen just above her face, the teenage girl is bored. She needs fresh air or anything that could help her relax. This whole situation feels wrong, being here feels wrong. She needs to go out, to go for a walk. 
She doesn't know how long she'll stay in Hyacinth Valley, hopefully not too long, but knowing her luck, she's not leaving anytime soon. So she might reconsider her "I'm a lone wolf" attitude. 
But the idea of making friends makes her anxious due to past experiences.
 Besides, it's a small town. everyone knows everyone. Rumors go fast, dangerously fast.

knocks on the door bring her out of her thoughts.

Lily puts her phone on her stomach and turns her head towards her bedroom door. Christian is standing at the entrance, he seems to be careful not to enter, as not to invade his sister's space. 
Hands in his pockets, a polite smile on his face, green eyes with a glint of sadness in them. He stands there for a second before breaking the silence

_ Diner is ready and i'm leaving for work.

Lily looks at the man for a moment, then stands up.

_ Thank you.

Christian nods and looks away, he brings a hand to the back of his neck.

_ Before I go, let me tell you the house rule.

Lily stops dead, an incredulous look on her face that intensifies when she sees the small smirk that appears on her older brother's lips.

_ yeah, deal with it, it's an easy one.

_ ho come on!

Christian chuckles at his sister cry of annoyance. He can act like a little brat too.

_ You are not allowed to leave the house alone after eight p.m.

_ Ho really? - Lily whispers irritated.

_ Yes, and before you ask why, know that the reason for this curfew is on your bedside table.

_ What ?- the teenage girl asks with an arched brow.

The siblings simultaneously lay their eyes on the nightstand where the young woman had left the missing poster minutes ago.

_ The town may be small and pretty but it remains dangerous late at night. This teenage boy isn't the first one to be gone missing this month.

Her eyes still fixed on the poster, Lily frowns but nods. Christian smiles, ready to leave the room. He takes a step back then adds

_ so, you stay home, eat, watch a movie, sleep.

Lily throws an irritated look to the man. The brunette smirks before walking away, leaving behind him a really annoyed teenager. 

Through one of her bedroom windows, Lily watches her brother's car leave the house and hit the road.

" A house rule hm?"

Her stomach growls.
Well, maybe she's hungry.

The rule can wait an hour or two before she breaks it.
.
.
.
.
.
breath in
breath out
breath in
breath out
.
The blonde tightens his grip on his baseball bat. His phone vibrates. The boy is startled. His heart beats hard against his chest.

"please, just relax"
.
Breath in
breath out
breath in
.
The boy takes his phone out of his pocket. He just received a text. 
.
breath out
.
He opens it.

Big Pa : _ On my way. i'll be at the store in twenty minutes.

Barry closes his eyes for a moment, he hears his heartbeat in his ears, but the sound starts to fade. 
His anxiety is getting out of hand, even in the one place that used to  always put him at ease.

How can it be otherwise?

The teenager looks around. bookcases, each shelf overflowing with books, novels, encyclopedias and comics, fill the room. 
He must occupy his mind. So, one hand firmly holding his bat, he lets his other one take a hold on a comic book he knows well. One of his favorites. 
Barry lets his back slide against a wall and sits on the floor. 
.
Breath in
.
he places the bat on his knees then opens the book.
.
Breath out
.
Only twenty minutes left to wait.
.
.
Reading has always served as an emergency exit door for the blond, when reality becomes heavy, stressful. When real life becomes almost unbearable, he enjoys living another one elsewhere in universes hidden between lines of black ink. There is nothing better to relax him and make him lose track of time.

How long has he been sitting there?

the sound of a bell is heard.

maybe ten minutes already.

_ Big pa?

He gets up, takes his baseball bat, and returns the comic book to its shelf. He was sitting at the back of the store, so he has to walk a bit, climb three steps and take a turn to get to the entrance. It was a moderately large bookstore. He is proud of it, he always found it very pretty.

_ you finised early toda-

The boy is stopped mid sentence by a violent hit between his two eyes.  Shocked, the blond barely has time to assimilate the pain before he is struck in his hand then in his knees by a metal bar. 
Barry falls to the ground, his eyes wide, his breathing is getting ragged.
Despite the panic blurring his vision, the blonde begins to distinguish a pair of old white sneakers walking towards him. 

_ Hi bratty - a male voice singsongs.

The blonde quickly lifts his head, a new bruise has already started to appear on his forehead. 
In front of him stands a young man in his twenties. Fair skin, sharp jaw line, black wavy hair, downturned eyes with dark brown irises, and thin lips twisted into a vicious grin.

_ Behind the checkout, now.

It's an order, and Barry barely has time to react when two other men he hadn't noticed picks him up and pushes him towards the stool behind the bookstore checkout. His heart is going to explode, the erratic beats are deafening and the blond feels like he's about to faint.
.
Breath
Breath in
Just breath
.
_ Dean, I think he's losing consciousness.

The black haired man frowns and swears before approaching the blond.

_ Not yet, you little bitch!

the sound of a violent slap resonates in the bookstore.
.
.
.
.
.
.
If she could, she'd punch herself. How can she be so stupid? She has no sense of direction and she is so lost now.
Let's break the rule, she said. 
Because I clearly have anger issues I can't cope with, she thought.
Now here she is, walking down a street she doesn't know, just like the rest of this town.
.
She can be so stupid sometimes.
.
Well, at least it's pretty. But it's getting cold, she might as well turn back on her path and hope to find her way back home easily.

"are the stores already closing? What time is it ?"

10:12 PM

Lifting her head from her phone, her eyes fall on a store at a street corner, in front of crossroads. The blinds hide whatever it is inside, but the title: "The reading corner", and the light that emanates from behind the blinds, suggest that it's a bookstore not closed yet.
Well, it's cold outside, she can warm up inside thise little store while she purchases a book or two.
.
.
.
A bell ring. Barry doesn't know if he should feel relieved or even more anxious, if it's Big pa then he'll be in danger too, if it's someone else, then, depending on who the person is, maybe the blond's nightmare will come to an end-

A teenage girl.

Well.
He won't die alone tonight.
He's not sure if that's better actually.

Silence.
For a few moments, no one talks and Lily struggles to hide her surprise.Eventually, the dark haired man, Dean, turns towards the young woman, a charming smile on his face.

_ our apologies miss, the store is closed.

The brunette finds the man's eyes. Dark eyes. He knows that she understood. Even a blind man would understand, thanks to the tension drowning the room. But he expects her to turn around and leave. Lily's eyes, then fall on the blond boy behind the checkout. He sits on a stool with his head down, but she can see new bruises on his face. On either side of him are two other men, one a little overweight, bald, the other skinny and tall, a read head. 
Lily's eyes find Barry again.

Now, seeing as she started the night acting stupid, she might as well act stupid until the end.

_ Barry ? i didn't know you worked here! - the teenage girl says with a big smile, taking further steps into the store.

Dean frowns.
The young girl arrives in front of a small bookcase and pretends to be looking for something.

_ It's great! I was looking for a book lately, where's your best-sellers ?

Barry's eyes are wide.

Is she crazy? Dumb? Both?

The three other men send side glances to each other. Obviously the brunette girl doesn't want to leave, but can they take this risk?
The dark haired man gives the bald one a discreet nod. Lily takes a random book from its shelf and goes through the pages.

_ you know, i wanted to ask you something the other day.- She starts.

Barry sees the bald man taking a metal bar before walking by a bookcase to get behind the teenage girl. The blond's heart stops.
She has to leave now!

_ i-i-i'm s-s-sor-r-ry b-but we a-are c-clo-s-ed r-ight n-now.

Lily doesn't move from where she stands, but her eyes raise to find green teary orbs.

Barry wants to stutter something else, something to make her leave, run away, but at this moment, he stops.

Her eyes.

How is she so calm?

A metal bar smashes against the back of the girl's head.

_ NO !

A punch in the stomach silences the blonde who lets his forehead fall against the wooden surface in front of him. Tears roll down his cheeks. He doesn't want to see this, he wants everything to stop!
The girl is on the ground. The bald man then looks at Dean, who doesn't seem pleased.

_ you didn't have to hit so hard!

_ she was asking for it!

_ you're going to put us in trou-

The two men stop dead when they see the teenage girl get up. She doesn't stumble, she doesn't seem disoriented, she doesn't seem hurt. If anything, when she turns to the man who just hit her on the head with a metal bar, she looks angry.

_ are you mental ?!

The man seems in shock for a few seconds before sending a full blow back to the brunette's jaw. The girl falls a second time as the bald man takes a step back. Lily gets up again, faster this time, clearly pissed off. She turns around just in time to intercept a third attack. 
Quickly, she grabs the weapon with her bare hand before snatching it from the man.

_ What the fu-!?!

Lily's forehead crashes against his nose. Sending him fall backward against shelves.
Barry, who raised his head when he heard the noises of people fighting, widens his eyes, next to him, the redhead grabs a baseball batt on the ground and runs towards the young woman who doesn't see him coming. The man smashes the bat against Lily's back, who sees herself falling to the floor again. The red-haired man wastes no time and continues the hit her, leaving no moment for the girl to get up until the baseball bat breaks and the man no longer feels his arms. 

Dean, a few steps away is frozen.

_ what the ... What the fuck are you doing!?! - He eventually yells.

He comes to the other man an puches him away from the brunette woman on the floor.

_ Are you trying to murder her ?!

The skinny, breathless guy is about to respond when he sees, in horror, the girl take a bar of metal from the floor and gets up. Again. 
Noticing the fear in the readhead eyes, Dean turns around and feels his heart stop. No scratches, bruises, cuts, or even a black eye. Behind him, the girl stands straight, one hand gripping the metal bar, a furiouse gaze directed at the two men. 

_ What...is that..? - Dean whispers with wide eyes.

On the floor, the bald man brings a hand to his bloody nose before getting up. Slowly he pulls a knife out of his pocket, Barry notices and gets up from his stool.

_ Behind you!

the action takes place in slow motion.
 Barry feels a tear run down his cheek as he sees in horror Lily turn to the bald man. the skinny guy, in panic flees the scene and leave the store while Dean yells, too late, at the other man to stop. The young woman isn't quick enough to react and the man with a bloody nose smirk as he stabs her.

At least,
that's what he thought he did.

A breaking noise echoes in the store. 

Lily hasn't moved, her grip still tight around the metal bar. Her eyes, emotionless, are fixed on the shiny bald head of the man frozen in front of her.

 Small pieces of broken steel fall to the ground. 

No one moves. 
Hand trembling, the man lets go of his broken blade and takes a step back. The young woman does not take her eyes off him, and he seems terrified. 
Dean for his part, has stopped breathing a few seconds ago, and remains motionless, as if not to attract the brunette's attention.
But her gaze is on him now. Gaze empty of any emotion. She observes him. She observes the conflict in his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the trembling of his hands that he tries desperately to hide.

_ leave.

No need to yell, no need to threaten, no need to even command. The dark haired boy leaves the room.
No sound is heard until Lily drops the metal object to the floor, causing a piercing noise that makes Barry jump. Only then the brunette girl turns to him. Her once neutral face is now crossed by many emotions that the blonde cannot really determine.
Is she tired ? 

... afraid?

_ you owe me. 

Barry stiffens at the girl's words. 
She adds.

_ you-saw-Nothing.

just like that, after emphasizing on the word "nothing", it's the brunette's turn to leave the bookstore.

"Looks like I really can't treat you like a lady, Hua. You are simply too unlady-like."
"What do you say? You playboy!"
"Stop it already, you two just met and already argue with each other." Daniel interrupted Arthur and Selina.
"Who are these two ladies, Alexa?" Daniel asked.
"Oh yes! I will introduce them, they are Emma and Emily, my and Selina's roommate," said Alexa.
"Greetings to the first star of Seraphium. My name is Emma Addy Brown, Count Brown's first daughter." Emma slightly bent down and lifted her skirt as she introduced herself to Daniel with noble etiquette.
"Greetings to the first star of Seraphium. My name is Emily Anna Brown, the second daughter of Count Brown," after Emma, Emily also introduced herself with noble etiquette.
"Don't be so stiff, just call me Daniel. All my friends call me that. You are Alexa and Selina's friends, so you are also my friends. Don't hesitate to call me Daniel."
Emma and Emily looked at each other, then bowed and thanked Daniel.
"My name is Arthur Fotia Rosenfeld. You also don't need to be reluctant and just call me Arthur," Arthur said, introducing himself informally but remaining polite to Emma and Emily.
Emma and Emily nodded their heads.
"Since it seems like we came to the South Building with the same goal, how about we go in together?" Daniel asked.
"Fine by me!" Alexa said.
Emma and Emily once again only nodded while Selina though nodded in agreement is showing a reluctant face and pouted.
"Let's go in." Daniel led their group to enter the building.
After they entered through the main door of the South Building, they saw a lot of people huddling in the lobby.
'Luckily I didn't bring Ciel here,' thought Selina.
They waited for a few minutes until finally the crowd dispersed and gave way after seeing Daniel lead their group. They then looked at the map of the location of each club room on notice board in the lobby.
"Which club do you want to see first?" Daniel asked.
"How about we see the club that is closest to the lobby first?" Alexa gave her opinion.
"I agree with Alexa," Jackson said.
The others just nodded in agreement with Alexa's opinion.
Daniel then looked back at the map and said, "The club closest to the lobby... is the Potions Club."
"I once asked one of the seniors in the Undine dorm. She said the Potions Club only accepts students from the fifth year and above," Emma said.
"Why?" Alexa asked.
"I don't know either..." Emma shook her head.
"Maybe because Potions lessons are only given to students from the fifth-year and above, so if students from the second to fourth-year join in, they think it will be in vain," explained Arthur.
"Hmm... Makes sense," said Jackson, who was stroking his chin.
"Then we go to the next closest club," Daniel decided.
They then walked towards the club room which was right beside the Potions Club. On the sign above the chocolate wooden door is written 'Beasts Study.'
*Knock… Knock… Knock…*
Christian knocked on the door of the club room. But after waiting for a minute the door never opened. Then he made eye contact with his friends.
"Just knock again, if the door is still not open we go to the next club," said Arthur, who then replied with a nod from Christian.
*Knock… Knock… Knock…*
Christian knocked again on the door. This time there was a noise from inside the room before the door opened to reveal a teenage boy wearing a dark green shirt and jeans pants.
"Hm? P-Prince Daniel! Please come in," said the teenage boy, slightly surprised to see Daniel. He then opened the door wider.
What Selina saw when she first entered the room were various drawings of ordinary beasts, magic beasts, and demon beasts that filled every corner of the whiteboard. Besides each drawing is also written characteristics, affinities, abilities, and other things about the depicted beasts.
After observing the drawings for a few moments, Selina turned her attention to the teenage boy who opened the door for them earlier. Besides the teenage boy who opened the door, there were also two other people in the room. One was a teenage girl who was the same age as the teenage boy who opened the door and another was a boy aged four or five years above Selina.
"Greetings to the first star of Seraphium. My name is Tyler Thirio Weeks, Count Weeks's first son. I am a twelfth-year student from Sylph dorm and the head of the Beasts Study club," said the teenage boy who opened the door.
Tyler introduces himself with the noble etiquette just like what Emma and Emily did. The difference is that he slightly bowed his head to Daniel while his right hand positioned right above his heart.
"They both are members of this club. My twin sister Tiana Agrios Weeks and Justin Chavez."
"Greetings to the first star of Seraphium."
"Greetings to the first star of Seraphium," Tiana and Justin greeted Daniel at the same time.
Daniel nodded his head and said, "They are my friends, Arthur Fotia Rosenfeld, Selina Hua, Alexa Bella Chronos, Emma Addy Brown, Emily Anna Brown, Christian Prasinos Grecass, and Jackson Ragurd. We are here to look at all the clubs in the Seraphium Royal Academy."
Tyler nodded and then introduced the Beasts Study club, "Beasts Study club is one of the oldest clubs in the Seraphium Royal Academy for students who have an interest in Beastology. Our meetings took place on Saturday from nine in the morning until noon. Attendees were invited to bring their familiars to learn more about them."
Tiana seemed unable to calm down and finally asked Arthur and Selina, "Is the rumor about the two of you formed a master-familiar bond with the Dragon and the Royal Nine-Tailed Fox is true?"
"Tiana!" Tyler rebuked his twin sister.
"It's okay," Arthur said to Tyler.
"That rumor is true," Arthur answered Tiana's question.
"Wow! Can I see them?" Tiana asked with a twinkle in her eyes.
Arthur and Selina looked at each other then nodded at Tiana.
"Synergátis."
"Synergátis," Arthur and Selina chanted the familiar summoning spell simultaneously.
*Puff!*
From the puff of white smoke came the figure of Tristan and Ciel.
"..." Tristan looked at everyone in the room without speaking a word.
"Has Lina finished visiting all the clubs? Where's the vatómouro ice cream that Lina promised?" Ciel asked.
"Ciel, I haven't finished visiting all the clubs and bought ice cream for you. I called you because senior Tiana wanted to see you and Tristan," Selina answered.
"Ohoo... he can speak Gaia," said Tiana while watching Ciel closely.
"Royal Nine-Tailed Fox has pure white fur, exactly like what Teacher Harry said. Dragon! I never thought I could see a real Dragon in my entire life!" Tiana squealed in delight while trying to hold her right hand that wants to touch Tristan and Ciel.
Tristan jumped and landed on Arthur's shoulder. He did not want himself to be touched by Tiana. Ciel on the other hand, after he saw the expression of Tiana who was obsessed with him, shuddered and finally jumped into Selina's arms then hiding his head.
"Tiana..." Tyler patted the shoulder of his twin sister.
"Sorry, brother."
"Please forgive my sister's behavior. She is very happy because this is the first time she saw a Dragon and Royal Nine-Tailed Fox," said Tyler, who bowed to apologize to Arthur and Selina.
Selina raised her hands to stop Tyler and said, "No need to bow senior Tyler, I understand."
Arthur nodded in agreement with Selina's words and said, "Then we'll leave first because we want to see the other clubs."
"Oh! Please."

Selina is one of those lucky people who was reincarnated to an Otome game world after being killed by Lord Truck. After memories of her previous life resurface when she was four years old, Selina has an ambition. An ambition to become the best alchemist in the entire continent or maybe in the world slash official at Union Guild. 

But how come I, Selina that never made enemies out of someone suddenly become a target of hatred by dozens of grandmamas who should just stay at home, mothers who should take care of their children, young ladies that already have fiances, teenagers that should have been studying for their professional exam, and toddlers that I don't know since when one of them is clinging to my legs. Why this is happening? 

"Lina just gives up will you?" 

"So this is your fault, you Womanizer!!!" 

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"Heather could do it." Cassidy's answer was so quick, it seemed rehearsed. "She needs the practice, you know, finding people on demand. She hasn't done much of that."
"We could ask Heather," Cadence began, keeping her tone even, "but it might take her a while to locate him, and you could tell us right this very second exactly where he is."
Once again, Cassidy seemed to be having trouble swallowing. "It takes me a little bit of time to find people, too."
"Yeah, I know. But you could tell us right now, without digging into his head, couldn't you?" Cadence said again.
Cassidy turned her head sideways and studied Cadence for a moment. The older sister didn't blink or look away, only held her insistence. "He asked me to keep his personal information to myself."
"Why?" Cadence asked. "Why would he trust you after what just happened between you two? And why would you agree?"
"I can't explain it," Cassidy replied with a shrug. "I didn't mean to see what I did in his head, but I saw it. At the time, when he came to me, I really wanted to go after Daunator, and no one would listen to me. You guys weren't here. So when he said he had a plan, I wanted to help. He made me promise not to say anything, though, and I feel like I need to keep that promise, even if it is Christian, and even if he is still the biggest jerk ever born."
"Cassidy, it's noble that you want to honor your promise to Christian," Aaron began, his voice soft and calm, "but he could be in a lot of trouble. Daunator is unlike anything we've ever faced before. Christian doesn't seem to recognize that if he thinks he can face him alone. And even though he took a few of his new weapons with him, we have no idea if they will even be useful against someone as strong as Daunator. If you know where he is, you need to tell us before he gets himself into trouble."
"He's already gotten himself into trouble." Cassidy didn't sound overly concerned, just matter-of-fact, which seemed contradictory to Cadence. It was as if she was trying to keep her promise for the sake of having made it but didn't otherwise care what happened to the Guardian.
"What do you mean?" Aaron asked. "Trouble how?"
Her sister's eyes flickered from Cadence's face back to Aaron's. "Really, couldn't you just ask Heather to find him?"
Growing frustrated, Cadence could feel her muscles tightening. She tried to keep her cool. "What do you think will happen if you tell us where he is? It's for his own good."
"I don't know. I'm just not comfortable being the one to tell you, that's all. Why are you pressuring me into doing something I don't want to do?" Cleary, Cassidy was getting agitated now. Her hands were fists on the table. "It's my superpower! I should be able to use it however, whenever I want!"
"All right, all right." Aaron held up his hands between the two of them, but it wasn't necessary. Cadence was done trying to get her sister to cooperate anyway. "Thanks for your help, Cass. We'll let you know if we need anything else."
Without a word, Cassidy pushed her chair back and slunk to the door, no longer resembling the girl Cadence had glimpsed through the frosted glass at all.
"Heather will be here in five minutes," Aaron said, reaching for Cadence's hand.
Cadence gave it to him, but she was still upset. "Why does she do things like this?"
"She's a teenager," Aaron replied, as if that summed it up.
"Christian is already in trouble? Is that what she said? And yet, she won't tell us why or where he is."
"Surely, if it were life or death, she would've told us."
Scoffing, Cadence said. "Maybe. Or perhaps it's the fact that she doesn't like him that is keeping her from telling us."
"I don't think that's the case. She seemed hell-bent on keeping her promise to him for some reason."
"That doesn't make any sense. None of it does."
"Since when do teenage girls make sense?"
"Hey, when you met me, I was a teenage girl," Cadence pointed out.
"I rest my case."
She glared at him, though she knew he was joking, and to some degree, he was right. She hadn't made things easy on him back then. Not that it was even that long ago. 
"I'm going to work on getting Skelton's clip ready for everyone while we wait on Heather. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just confused." She blew out a lungful of air and realized her mouth was dry. Standing, she let go of his hand and headed toward the mini-fridge. "Do you want anything?"
"Water would be great."
She could tell he was concentrating on what he was doing, and she didn't want to interfere, but she was having a really hard time getting over the situation with Cass. Her sister had been at war with Christian for as long as she could remember. So why defend him now?
With two bottles of water in hand, Cadence returned to the table and sat down, twisting off her lid and taking a long drink. "Well?" Elliott asked in her head. "What's the verdict? Am I right, or am I right? I'm right, aren't I? She knew."
"She knows. But she won't tell us."
"Say what now?"
"Yeah, Heather's on her way over. Cass was defending her decision not to tell us, a promise she made to Christian."
"Cass? Chose Christian over you? Why?"
"I have no idea. But Heather will tell us where he is, and then it won't matter. Still, I can't figure out why she wouldn't just tell us. The whole thing is weird. And stupid."
"Maybe there's another reason she didn't want to tell you, and she just didn't want to say."
"Well, if there is, she better tell us later because I don't like not being able to trust my own sister."
"Me neither. All right. See you in a bit. But first, could you just go ahead and tell me I was right? Please? I just want to hear it. From you."
"Elliott."
"Oh, come on now, just this once? For your old pal? Your old used-to-be-dead pal?"
"Fine. You were right. I was wrong. I am stupid and you are the king of all smart people. How is that?"
"Better than expected."
Rolling her eyes, Cadence turned off the conversation as Aaron stood. "Heather's here."




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If vampires aren't real, what did she just kill?

Cadence Findley never gave much thought to vampires until one night when a dark encounter changed her life forever.

When her friend is lured into the woods by a stranger with steel-gray eyes and pale skin, Cadence instinctively knows he is dangerous, so she follows at a distance. Moments later, she finds herself all alone with his decapitated head--and her friend's body at her feet.

Except she's not really alone. A mysterious man appears out of nowhere and insists she runs. The monster has friends--the blood sucking kind. 

And now, they are coming for her.

Swept into a world full of creatures she never dreamed existed, Cadence is left with a choice. Can she outrun the clan of vampires who've marked her for death, or should she follow the advice of the sexy man in black who warned her in the woods and now insists she transform into a vampire hunter?

Will Cadence escape the bloodsuckers on her tail as she enters the secret world of vampires and guardians, hunters and hybrids?

Follow the adventure as Cadence Findley leaves her life as a college student to become an extraordinary vampire hunter.


There I was. 

"Tracey !" "Say something !"  I shouted at the bleeding 15 year old boy, my childhood friend  as I held him in my arms

It was broad daylight, and we were on the sidewalk in front of an abandoned house.

 Everyone knew what happened, everyone in this neighborhood knew a teenage boy was dying out here. 

But no one dared help him, and no one dared snitch, those were street rules in my home town Chicago, Illinois 

I tried to use the cloth from my shirt to stop the bleeding, but he was shot more than once, I didn't know how much than and its been more than three years if you include my time in the time chamber.

I just know he was shot across his torso multiple times

"911 Help !" X

"What is the emergency ?" 911 Operator
"My friend was shot !" I say, more surprised than terrified

"Where are you at  ? What is your location ?" female operator 

I tell her where I'm at and despite it being an emergency the so called "help' arrive fifteen minutes later.

I couldn't stop the bleeding. My friend that I knew since I was ten years old had passed away, before my very eyes. I couldn't even speak, when questioned.

Scene change

I wake up sweating exhaling heavy, Phae is staring at me with concern, the other girls were still asleep

(A/N Phaedra's nickname is Phae, he started calling her that randomly during conversation)

"You were having a nightmare yes ?" Phae asked looking deeply into my eyes

" No....I was having a flashback." Christian I say still breathing hard and wiping sweat from my brow, but smiling to downplay the situation

"I came to wake you with a kiss, but you were sweating and shaking at the same time." Phea says smiling

"But on a serious note, what was the "flashback" about." Phaedra

"Ummm....something that happened almost three years ago, long before I met Amaya."

"That doesn't answer my question, in fact you answered an entirely different question that no one asked." Phae

I look down
"....I rather not talk about that yet." X

Scene change open field behind the vacation home


It was the day after Christian's date with Amaya, and tonight was Star's date

But first X would train in his football field sized 1/4 time barrier


By training, X wanted to raise the purity of his aura, which is incredibly lower than what X thought. The purity is only about 37 %

Christian decided he would steadily increase the purity of his aura each night and use white magic to produce the effects of sleep.

But really it was to avoid having that dream.


First person POV


( Shit it's been awhile since the last time I've I thought of that seen.) X thought to himself, while in cultivation 

( It's been about three years, but really more since my time in the chamber, yet that memory still haunts me. ) 

(I just wanted to meet up with my friend, and he was killed in his way home from school damn !)

What's crazy is that if I had been with him, I would have died too, I was on the phone with him only a few blocks away when he was shot.
No one helped, "help" came after nothing mattered.
And what's really crazy, is that took the blame for....

"Hey Christian are you okay ?" Amaya  asked walking up to me

"Yeah I'm fine, just a bad dream." Christian

"You had a bad dream ?" Amaya asked tilting her head to the side

Making her cute fox like ear hang to the side

(Amaya must not have told them) I thought

"Yeah, but that's over now." I say standing up

"Okay, so tell me...What do you have planned for Star's date, I don't think she would like being pushed out of a plane like me." she said with an mischievous smile

"Well she is a fan of pop and just turned 18, so I figured I take her to a concert." X says with a smile

"But isn't that just people lip singing music in crowded places." Amaya 

"Ha ha yeah. But people love it. Even I want to go to a concert. Crazy how this one will be my first." Christian

"So who's playing ?" Amaya

"Ugh...Selena someone and 5 seconds of spring or some shit." I honestly don't care, this is for Star, that's all that's important

Scene change Third person

Christian dressed in a Versace jacket, pants and white T and met Star at the door of the house

The girls had spent all day getting Star ready

She came in a fuchsia Jean outfit

"Oh wow I bet it took you hours and hours to decide what to wear." I say taking her hand

"That's only because everyone wanted to argue about what I should wear." Said the blond cat yokai

( Gate )

Las Vegas, Nevada U.S


We came from an alley, as I had previously practiced and made our way to the "Colosseum at Ceaser's palace"

( A/N That's right, get used to the mc going to landmarks around the globe. He's a traveler for a reason.)



The show starts, and I drown out everything around except for Star and her soft hand I'm holding

After hours of listening, dancing, flirting and thinking my worries go away.


Eventually I'll have to expose my past.....I hope  Star and the rest don't turn on me too.




The show ends, and I hear Star's stomach

She blushed and looked up at me

"Umm...." Star 

"I know, let's grab a bite and then start part two of this date " X

"What ? There's more ? Christian this was already an amazing date, we could go home." She says without knowing she unconsciously let her tail out, and it was wagging

"Your body is more honest than your mouth." X

She blushes and ask
"What does that mean ?"Star

"Hahahaha." X

"What's funny !?" Star days early pouting with a red face

"Because you're cute." I say while still laughing

"Good answer." Star says, smirking and walking off

"Hey wait up." X

Scene change after eating
Rome, Italy
When we got here I used the ever useful, translation spell on a few different people

( A/N last time I say this, it isn't a perfect translation spell, you can't possibly just meet anyone who knows every word of their language and and you can't find anyone  who doesn't use some words incorrectly.)

For the last part of my date, I took my girl to a fashion show, just for most part I didn't pay attention to anything.

I just stared at the run way and the pale blue haired woman who talked

she had long wavy blue hair that went down her back, with a perky rack and what looked like indigo eyes

She talked and gave names but that didn't matter to me
Most of the models all looked like mops, and 

baseball bats, which made me wonder: How did the compliment "you look like a model" 

ever become a compliment, they look almost like people addicted to cocaine...And I really have seen people addicted to cocaine.

However there were a few that actually looked above average. 
Especially the hostess with blue hair

It seemed like she glanced in my direction more than  a few times but I ignored it


"This is amazing." Star says fighting her grip on my hand

"Yeah, you know you look much much better than these so called models up there, on the runway right ?" X
"Ohh...you don't have to say that to make me feel special." Star 

"No I really mean it, most of those models up there are freakishly tall, and I'm 6'2 myself, they all look like they use tapeworms to diet." Christian

"Yeah,most of them up there do look a little too thin huh ?" Star said giggling 

"What about The hostess up there Kayla ? She's pretty hot isn't she ?" Star

"That sounds American...." I say

"She is American,  how do you not know about
her ? You are the one who brought me here, how could you not know of any of these models ?" Star says laughing into her hand

"I'm not a fashion guy." I responded

"Says the man wearing Versace. Well anyways I feel like the hostess Kayla has watching us for sometime now." Star says waving at her


...I could have sworn "Kayla" looked at my girl and smiled

Third person POV

The fashion show ended and X made his way to an alley with Star....but he noticed a dot on his mental map following him


( Wtf we posed as normal humans.) thought Christian

Christian glances at the smiling and unsuspecting Star and asks himself

Could he really kill someone in front of her or Carmen, who are apart of the supernatural, but only because of race.


Those two aren't warriors, they're just teenage girls who happen to have non human blood. They only know enough magic to disguise as humans. Nothing more.

( Okay it's decided )


Christian smiled at Star, took her hand and ran around a corner, and teleported.


20 minutes prior


Kayla found one of her best maids


"Shuri, see that cute girl over there ?" Kayla whispered and eyed Star 

"Yes ma'am." Shuri

"Go tail and capture her after the show, try not to hurt the man as much as possible." Kayla

"Aye aye my lady !" said Shuri saluting

The story will center around a guy named Christian Graham living in modern times with a past history of violence, who discovered he has an op esper teleporting ability.
But really it's space manipulation, also he will find out that there is an entire supernatural world existing within the shadows, who would love to have a space manipulating esper in their grasp.
Read as Christian becomes the strongest or maybe not

First few chapters pacing may be quick

So guys I'm back again with another update of the story, I hope you guys enjoy reading it. See you at the other side. 💖💖💖

Daddy , daddy ,wait for me , I said running towards dad . He turned and smiled, 
"Princess Isabelle "
wait a minute, dad never calls me princess Isabelle. 
"Princess Isabelle " he called me again but this time his voice was sounding far and more like Mrs Garcia's. 
"Princess Isabelle " he said faintly once more .
Suddenly a bright light shines behind him , I squinted and blinked my eyes due to the light and on opening it , I met the gaze of Mrs Gracia. I sat up ,
"good morning Mrs Gracia."
"good morning princess Isabelle,  sorry to disturb your sleep but I was ordered by the Queen to come and wake you up, "she said. 
"okay "
"she told me to inform you about the arrival of the Danish royal family," she said. 
"but I thought that was around 10am," I looked down at the clock and my eyes widen. 9:39am.
what..... I must have over slept. As I was rushing out of the bed, my leg got tangled with the duvet and I fell face flat down on the floor .
"oh my dear , be careful not to hurt yourself ," she said while helping me to get up. I rubbed my nose and forehead and headed for the bathroom. 
"I've already prepared your bath princess Isabelle, so what would you like to eat this morning? "
"Some pancake and coffee will do, Thanks Mrs Gracia, " I answered from the bathroom. I heard the door close and I locked the bathroom door in case. 
I stood in front of the mirror and suited down my hair. I picked up my toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it and started brushing. After brushing, I rinsed my mouth and spit it out and went on to take my bath. When i was done, I wrapped my body in a towel and went out , I met Mrs Gracia setting up my breakfast and I walked into my closet and picked out two clothes. One was royal blue sleeveless gown that stops right above my knees and the second one was a black long sleeve Off-shoulder  gown that stopped right below my knees . I walked out of my closet and asked Mrs Gracia, 
"which one is better, this one, " i said holding the blue one up against my chest. "or this one, " i said holding the black one up my body. She looked between the two of them and said, 
"the blue one looks great on you but i will go for the black one, it brings out your blue eyes. "
I held the black one up my body and said, "yeah i think I'll wear it . Thanks Mrs Gracia, you're the best. " i said while walking back to the closet 
"anytime Princess Isabelle " she answers from the room. I returned the blue one and wore the black gown with a pop socks and a black Maryjane shoe. I rushed out of the closet and started eating my food.  I gulped down my coffee and pancakes quickly ,
"slow down Princess Isabelle,  you might choke on your food. "
"Mmkay "
Immediately I finished my food, I went to sit in my vanity area and brush my hair and made it to be on my left side . I applied mascara and eyeliner and a red lipstick , just a simple makeup , even though it have my own makeup artist but sometimes i like to do it myself.  After i checked my self one more time, i took my phone and went down stairs. 
"Good morning princess Isabelle "
"Good morning Princess Isabelle "
The maids that i met on my way down greeted and i just waved at them . As i got downstairs,  i checked the time again 10:05am, 
phew... better.  I saw a few messages from Claire and i opened it. 
'have you met him yet '
'what is he like '
'is he really that handsome real life '
'is he nice or rude '
'ugh... why are you not answering '
'you know I would have been there if not for Fabian'
'ANSWER ME 😖😖😖'
She sent all these texts within five minutes so then I texted her back a simple 'No' and turn my phone off. Grandma came downstairs wearing a violet suit and skirt with a violet little hat to match.
" Good morning Grandma ".
" Morning, did you oversleep again ?"
I smiled sheepishly at her and she shook her head at me.
" everything ready , let's go "
Then we left for the airport.
🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤
Immediately we arrive in the airport was when their plane landed, later on the door opened and a lady in her mid-40s and a man in his early 50s came out followed by a man in his early 30s and a teenage girl and a bunch of bodyguards . They walked towards us gracefully , they stopped walking when they reached us. 
"Good morning My Queen ," the couple greeted. 
"morning Veronika  , Damon "
"Good morning My Queen " the other man and teenage girl greeted. 
"Morning "
"this is my daughter, Karen and my son, Christian ".
"  this is my granddaughter , Isabelle "
" Good morning, your Highness, " 
"No need to be too formal dear , Veronika and Damon is ok. "
We all went back to the castle, Grandma, Veronika and Damon went inside to discuss about the Treaty and she told me to go and give Christian and Karen a tour of the whole Castle Wing.
" come on , follow me, " I said to them. I show them all the whole east Wing and I tried starting up a conversation with Christian and Karen but he was glued to his phone and Karen on the other hand is not talking much . So yeah the tour was a boring one. At some point Karen asked for the direction to the bathroom and I directed her , then a call came in on Christian phone he excused himself to go answer it.
" excuse me , I have to take this call ," he said and left. I took out my phone from my bag and turn it on, immediately a call came in and I checked it was Claire , I answered the call.
" Isabelle winter Ashcroft , how dare you turn your phone off  ? I've been calling woman , it's been 20 minutes , where were you , huh ?" clear screamed. I had to shift the phone from my ears and laughed. 
" I'm sorry ma'am , " I said laughing.
" it's funny to you right , keep on laughing well, tell me how is he ? Is he hot ? Did you feel sparks when you touched him ?"
" Nah I felt nothing. I wouldn't say hot, I will say he's okay .Have you been watching those rom-com again? " I asked. I saw Christian and Karen coming back and I said to Claire,
" call me back later , they're coming back . we'll talk later ". Before I ended the call I heard Claire says something like "party later". I turned to them and said,
" shall we continue ?"
❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤

Plan your life accordingly Princess Isabelle. 
Quit worrying about everything and just go where the road takes you. 
Be careful of the decision you make, your future and those of your kingdom depends on it. 
Don't think about tomorrow, just live in the moment. 
Everyone is alive but not all is living. 
I am Princess Isabelle and I want to live. 
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Dive into the world of love, responsibility and friendship. Hope you enjoy.

"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of this world." 

—Akaashi Keiji (Haikyuu!)

Christian paused the anime that he is watching for a few hours. He took a deep breath before placing his mobile phone to the drawer besides his bed. He stares at the ceiling, observing the movement of the blades of the ceiling fan. The blades are spinning nonstop, unless the ceiling fan will be turned off. Just like in a movie, the story revolves on a particular character which is the protagonist. It will stop revolving once the movie ended. But sometimes, the audience tend to ignore the supporting characters as they were too focused on the protagonist. In a ceiling fan, we can only see its exterior which is the blade and the bracket. But the ceiling fan won't be a 'ceiling fan' without its interior parts, such as the motor and the wire. 

These random thoughts kept running in his mind. How he correlates the ceiling fan to a movie, it seems stupid. But it is his job after all. To write an interesting story that will caught not just the teenagers, but also different generations' interest. In order to produce a good movie, the reference story must be solid. A building must have a solid foundation to stand through different phenomenons. The plot, characters, setting, sequence of events, everything. Everything must be solid and strong. However, you need skills to create a good story. The creativity of words, the structure of each statements and of course, the grammar. Nowadays, grammar is big deal to teenagers. It seems like it is the standard of being intelligent. Also, you need an inspiration. As a writer, you need to identify your motives or intentions on writing. What inspires you to write, maybe your purpose on writing. It's important because it gives you encouragement whenever you are experiencing a writer's block. Lastly, you need to have experience. Those experiences are very important. Experiences may give you ideas about your story. Also, you may use your experience to improve the storyline. You just have to play with lines. 

A good story must be carefully made. It is somehow similar to a baby. It depends on the parent on how they will raise their baby. In a story, it depends on the author. 

Christian Simoune, a writer who is currently having a hard time thinking about a plot. It is very rare to see him struggle on writing a story. He produced a lot of stories, and those stories does have a movie. His penname, Toshiko Ryouta. 

Recently, his novel editor gave him three months of deadline to finish his story. It is for the novel prize award. Christian on the other hand, felt comfortable about it so he agreed. For the first week, he seems determined as he thought of a story plot. He even presented the plot story suggestion to his editor earlier than the planned date. But his editor said, "Cliché." So he discarded all his draft and think of a new plot. A month had passed, the deadline has come but he doesn't have anything to present. His editor is disappointed, and even mocked him. "Tan Enuo, not participating in the Novel prize award? Shame" His editor said in a teasing voice. Christian is disappointed to himself, and rushed. Two months and he still doesn't have a strong and concrete plot. 

Disappointing. He thought. 

Christian's editor asked him if he could still do it. Christian, being a prideful man says he could do it. But behind his direct statements, he is doubting himself. His editor left, giving Christian personal space. 

Christian took his phone to watch some movies for him to gain inspirations. He searched The Teenage Mutants, which is a cartoon. The main characters really caught his attention but at some point, he felt guilty. He is guilty that he gave the supporting characters less importance. Christian realized that the supporting character is like a ladder. A ladder that is used for climbing higher ends. 

Suddenly, Christian thought of something making him paused the cartoon he is watching. 

What is the life of an extra. 

Christian thought it was a good plot, so he immediately wrote it down and make a draft. He can't wait to share it to his co-workers, especially to his 'egoistic' editor. 

The next day, Christian is fully energized as he went to his workplace earlier than ever. The security guards greeted him, with a confused look on their face. "You seems early, Mr. Simoune."  One of the guards told him. "I'm just motivated." He replied ecstatically. The security guards gave him a worried look as he entered the elevator, pressing the his office floor button. 

When he entered the office, it's unusual that he is the only one inside. Well, it really is unusual when he is always late. Minutes had passed, his co-workers came one by one as they gave Christian a disbelief look. His editor finally came, and it is the signal that he should start sharing what he thought last night. 

Christian cleared his throat to get his co-workers attention. "I know it's unusual that I came early than everybody, but I thought of a plot." He said with a cheerful tone. His co-workers are exchanging looks, and his editor is surprised. They even joked that maybe he is sick or something. He rolled his eyes as he continues his announcement. "It's about the life of an extra." He said with full of pride. His co-workers on the other hand, couldn't understand what Christian meant by his statement. "Would you expound it for us?" One of his co-workers said. 

"A movie always includes: protagonist, antagonist and the supporting characters. Usually, the director put depth on the protagonist's story. Sometimes, the back story of the antagonist, of why did they turned to be the bad guy. It sounds cliché, doesn't it? Unfortunately, the watchers tend to not give importance to the supporting roles." Christian paused for a while to catch his breath. "What if we take a closer look on their story." He continued. 

His co-workers looked at him, and they seemed amused. Christian could hear his co-workers laughing and whispering. He felt disappointed because he thought it was a great idea. But, he heard someone speaking from his back. "Doesn't the story makes the supporting character the protagonist? I mean it really depends on the author." His editor spoke. It made him unease and confused. He couldn't seem to understand what his editor means. But a phrase popped up on his mind. 

'the author's view'

Christian Simoune, a famous author.  Throughout his journey, he faced a lot of challenges. Unfortunately, He tends to feel burned-out writing because of those challenges. As time passes by, he experienced unusual events.  Will it help him reach his goals despite of the challenges he is facing?

But after a long time, His journey reached to an end. Is he happy? Is he satisfied? But the important question is, 

"Did he reached his goal?"

"So tell me. Is my re-emergence why you are trying to call whomever it is you are trying to call? Are you trying to call our parents perhaps? Do you need to let them know that I have finally been found?" asked Grant


Christian just glared at him.


"Also," Grant said pointing at the door, "your men won't be checking on you, at least not for the next hour. You requested some 'me time' and who van argue with that?"


Christian slammed down the phone in frustration. "What do you want?"


Grant sat down making a show of getting comfortable. "Nothing much" he replied casually, "Just an opportunity to clear the air. The attack on U.N. wasn't SHIELD, it was Hydra, specifically a man named Daniel Whitehall."


"Well, that's interesting. I thought you were Hydra" Christian said in a fake confused voice. 


Grant leaned back on his chair, looking relaxed. "Now why would you think that big brother? Have you been asking around about me?"


Christian tried to look unaffected. He shrugged. "I am United States Senator. We hear things."


"Well apparently not true things," Grant said lightly mainly to just irritate him, there was no way Grant would let him know the truth, "because I am here as SHIELD, not Hydra otherwise you would be dead already." The last part was added with force fullness making Christian earlier angry expression into a fearful one.


"You didn't come here to clear the air " Christian said contemptuously after regaining control over his emotions. "You need something from me and all this swaggering simply tells me you have nothing to offer in return"


"Au contraire (on the contrary)" Grant responded in perfect French with a smile. "You should know me better than that"


"And if I do somehow believe that you have something to offer, what do you want to do? Go on the record defending SHIELD, condemning Hydra?" Christian asked scornfully. "The American people are looking for a simple enemy grant it's what makes them feel safe."


"Safe," Grant said deliberately, drawing out his pronunciation. "That's an interesting word. It means protected, not exposed to danger." Grant gave Christian a considering look. "Being safe is something that's important for kids isn't it? All kids should feel safe, especially in their own homes. I certainly hope your kids do."


Christian reddened a little as he sat down heavily in his chair behind the desk. He gave Grant a mocking smile "I was wondering when we would get around to that. It's really too bad that Thomas never felt safe, especially when you were around. If that's the kind of safety you provide with SHIELD, then you will excuse me from questioning if that's what's best for our country."


"Of course I will excuse you, after all our parents raised us to believe that social niceties should be observed. So then you will have to excuse me from wondering just how safe our country is with leaders like you at th helm. I mean isn't it a little dangerous to have someone who makes decisions based on besides or personal vendettas? Don't you think we might feel safer if we have people who actually care about us in charge?" Grant sat back, watching with satisfaction how Christian's expression change from smug to anger to fear. Seeing Christian's ever-changing expression Grant thought 'Why was I, Grant Ward ever afraid of doing this? This is so much fun.'


"Are you threatening me Grant?" Christian's expression was one of incredulity. Clearly, he was having difficulty with the realization that the show was now on the other foot. His face changed and Grant braced himself. "After all we have been through together as brothers" Christian said with a warm conciliatory tone, "after all we know about each other, this is how you treat me the first time we are together in years?  I always told Thomas that you really did love him, that you loved all of us but just didn't know how to express it after all we are family."


'Wow! He is good! No wonder he fooled the teenage Grant' thought Grant as he sat back "No Christian, I am not threatening you. Why would I do that? But keep going I am enjoying this."


"Enjoying what?" Christian looked both afraid and puzzled.


Grant smiled and said "Watching you work"


"I am... I am trying to have an honest conversation." Christian seemed like he was trying for a sincere even humble expression but couldn't quite manage it, "Please tell me how am I working?"


"Changing tactics, using my name, mentioning Thomas... I used to fall for all of your tricks" Grant said as he remembered how easily he was manipulated first by Christian than Garrett.


Grant watched closely as Christian's face twisted into one of desperation. "That's not how I think Grant, that's how you think!"


'Does Christian even realize what he is been doing or all of this is just second nature to him' This was an interesting question one that Grant hadn't truly considered before. He had always believed that his older brother knew exactly what he was doing and why but maybe that wasn't true. Maybe Christian learnt all too well from watching their parents. Perhaps their behaviour just soaked into him. But right now it didn't mattered to him as he still needed to do what SHIELD needed him to do.


"And now you are turning it back on me" Grant paused wanting to be certain that Cristian heard the next sentence. "You take after mother." Grant said while thinking 'Lets see what he does with that'


Cristian reared back as though he had been slapped. "I take after...?" He forcefully shook his head "No." Suddenly he got to his feet and started pacing behind his desk. Grant remained silent fascinated by Christian's silent struggle. "No I am the one who is different from mom and dad" he pointed at Grant "You! You are the one who takes after them. You always twist every act and blame it on someone else. Mom and Dad were terrible but they didn't put the match in your hand when you burnt down the damn house. And I didn't squeeze the trigger when you killed all those people"


"It's true I did those"


A boy Reborn in the Marvel world as Grant Ward after he cursed the guy for being stupid. How will he live the life different from the original Grant ward let's see.

At first the power he gains isn't that good with regards to being in Marvel world but he will be gaining more power in the future so don't judge it based on that as my Grant Ward would become the strongest Human in the future.

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projet annulé

Reincarnated into Side Character: This Alchemist Hates Being Called #2

The Clandestine Saga

Traveler X: Black out

Alive but living

The Author's View

Reborn In Marvel as Grant Ward

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