"What made you get this tattoed?" Wang Yong held Xin Qian's hand in his as he traced the tattoed script on the side of her wrist. The sudden touch, the out of the box gesture had Xin Qian go still for a moment. She tensed and her body stiffened slightly. She raised her head slightly, now focusing on Wang Yong's face instead of her hand in his.

The stiffness in her body left as she stared into Wang Yong's eyes. He had this genuine curiosity in his expression that made Xin Qian loosen up a bit and ignore the skip that she had felt in her heartbeat and answer the question that he asked.

Though he might seem to be cool and collected on the outside Wang Yong was also experiencing the after-shocks of his actions. Initially, it had felt like the most natural thing to do, they were about to become husband and wife after 10 days so it had to happen someday, no? So why not now? But it took him another 5 seconds to realize that this was the first time he had held her hand, what would Xin Qian think of it.

Both of them had conflicts going in their minds but the moment their eyes met, every trace of awkwardness vanished, "It was a dare actually. My friend Regina, who is a tattoo artist, dared me to get a tattoo on her my birthday given that the tattoo design was going to be her choice."

"And you weren't scared about it?" Wang Yong asked, still holding her hand.

Xin Qian chuckled, "I was more scared of the pain than the tattoo design. I had full confidence in Regina that she won't tattoo something awful on my skin."

Wang Yong smiled and did something that is natural for couples. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand and said, "It suits you. You are one of a kind indeed."

Xin Qian felt her heart beating faster than the normal rate, her cheeks reddened and a shy smile curved onto her lips, "Thank you."

Wang Yong couldn't help but admire the beauty in front of him. Just 5 days, since the moment they had met, Wang Yong had witnessed different shades, different sides of Xin Qian. He saw the confident, sarcastic and a strong woman in the video recording from Yu Yan's room. He saw the sly fox like creature under the guise of a sweet innocent rabbit the day it was decided that they will get married. He got to meet the little bit crazy, humble and kind woman yesterday when they went to meet his parents and today, today he got to see the kind, shy and gentle Xin Qian. He could actually write a book on her and the title will be "Many Shades of Zhao Xin Qian".

Their staring session lasted for a minute until they were disturbed by a servant. Xin Qian removed her hand from his and gulped down the remaining juice in a go.

"Master, Miss Ye has arrived." the servant informed.

"We will be there in few minutes." he said dismissively. 

"Miss Ye?" Xin Qian asked while Wang Yong just smiled in return.

****************

Ye Yi Yi was sitting on the sofa seat, doing something on her cell phone when Xin Qian and Wang Yong entered. Yi Yi smiled at the sight of Wang Yong but when her gaze fell over the woman standing behind him her expressions changed. She felt as if she had seen that woman somewhere but wasn't able to pinpoint as to where had she seen her.

"Miss Ye, this is Zhao Xin Qian, the one I am going to get married to." Wang Yong started the introductions, "And Xin Qian, this is Miss Ye Yi Yi, she's a fashion designer. I asked to bring some of her best wedding dress designs for you to chose the one you like the most."

Xin Qian could feel the conflict of emotions raging inside her. She wanted to laugh out loud, feeling smug that Wang Yong and others didn't know who she exactly was and what she actually does because had he known that he wouldn't have called this designer Ye. She was also feeling a bit guilty for hiding this from Wang Yong but she was actually waiting for the right moment to strike. And then she was also feeling happy that Wang Yong took the initiative for their wedding preparations to start this way.

Ye Yi Yi shrugged off the momentary confusion about Xin Qian and passed her the catalogs that had the best and costliest wedding dress designs. "All these dresses are ready and will just need some alteration to fit your body. We can also make you a fresh dress as per your preferences if you like."

"Uuumm," Xin Qian looked at Ye Yi Yi and then at Wang Yong before placing the catalogs on the table, "Actually I have the dresses with me already." said Xin Qian making Wang Yong a bit confused while Ye Yi Yi looked a bit annoyed.

"You have?" he asked.

"Well, yeah." she smiled, "I designed then and got them stitched a few months ago. There are matching outfits for you as well which will need to alter a bit." Xin Qian looked at Wang Yong trying to gauge his reaction.

"So, I guess I am not needed here anymore." Ye Yi Yi collected the catalogs and stood up, "I will take your leave then."

"Sorry for the inconvenience." Xin Qian had a sheepish smile on her face but Ye Yi Yi just walked away without giving them another glance.

Xin Qian looked at Wang Yong apologetically, "I am sorry for not telling you about this before.." but was interrupted by Wang Yong as he said, "You don't have to apologize. It's your wedding and you have all the right to take such decisions. Now tell me about these outfits that I have to wear."

Xin Qian then began telling him about their wedding attire. The outfits that they were going to wear on their Chinese wedding was inspired by her parents' wedding attires and those that they were to wear the next day for their church wedding was based on Cinderella theme.

"I am not going to show you mine outfits but I do have pictures of yours. I came early today to show them to you and get your approval. Wanna have a look?" she asked and he nodded.

Xin Qian then showed him the pictures of his outfits, "I got some accessories for you as well." said Xin Qian making him chuckle, "Accessories? For me? What kind of accessories?"

"Nothing much, just a Cinderella shoe brooch and a silver wrist watch which is Cinderella themed as well."

"So do you like it?" she asked and once again Wang Yong just responded with a smile.

"I will ask my tailor to message you my measurements. Give me your contact number, I will ask my tailor to message you." asked Wang Yong making Xin Qian giggle, "I will wait for your message." she smiled making Wang Yong blush slightly.

"Ah! I just remembered! You wanted to make some changes in our bedroom and create a workspace in that other room, no? I have called an interior designer as well, you can discuss your requirements with her." he said before turning around and moving away leaving behind a giggling Xin Qian who couldn't help but admire this cute side of Wang Yong.

"He's so adorable!" she chuckled to herself and stood p to follow Wang Yong to his room, their room to discuss the changes that she wanted to make.

The interior designer came an hour later and was told about all the changes that Xin Qian wanted to be made in her new home. The designer was impressed by Xin Qian choice and had commented that the changes that Xin Qian asked to make will only make this house look more homely. A perfect place for a couple to live, love, raise their kid and a dog as well.

"A dog? You want a dog?" Wang Yong asked making a face.

The interior designer had left half an hour ago and Xin Qian thought that it was the perfect time to bring up the topic of having a pet. "What's with that face? I am not asking you to get me a tiger as a pet! It's just a dog."

"I am not opposed to the idea, it's just that I haven't had a pet ever. This is going to be my first time, so I have the right to be a bit skeptical about it." Wang Yong reasoned.

Xin Qian rolled her eyes as if it was the most natural thing to do. She was suddenly reminded about the change in their relationship, they were now another step ahead of being familiar with each other. All this time that they had spent together and the coming hours that they will spend in each others presence had affected the awkwardness between them. They were no longer strangers now.

Xin Qian smiled and held Wang Yong's hand in hers, something that she had wanted to do since he let go of her hand this morning when they were informed that Ye Yi Yi had come. She kinda liked the warmth radiating from his hand, "Don't you worry! It's just a dog."

"Fine! We will get one later, after our marriage okay?" he relented.

"Aaww, thank you!" in her excitement Xin Qian leaned down and kissed Wang Yong on the cheek but froze the moment she realized what she had done.

She quickly moved back and ran away making an excuse leaving behind a wide-eyed Wang Yong who could actually hear his heart pounding against his chest beating like a drum. He felt a tingling sensation as a blush crept onto his cheek. Raising his hand he caressed the area of his skin that was just touched by Xin Qian's soft lips.

"I should get two pups instead of one." he smiled to himself.

****************

Xin Qian bolted the washroom door closed and leaned against it. She closed her eyes, cursing herself for what she just did. The memory of the kiss flooded her brain making her open her eyes in shock. She covered her mouth with her hand and made a crybaby face, "Why in the crazy world did I do that!?! What would he think about me?"

"Ish! How would I face him now?!" she cried.

While Xin Qian was berating herself for what she did, Wang Yong, on the other hand, was quite happy with the show of affection from Xin Qian's side. He had never been kissed by a woman (except his mothers) before because he never liked it when someone touched him or kissed him like that. It was indeed a surprise for him that he didn't feel uncomfortable when Xin Qian kissed him, instead, he actually liked it.

"Uumm, I need to go." Wang Yong was brought out of his thoughts by the sudden announcement made by Xin Qian.

"Actually something important came up so I have to leave. Bye, then." Xin Qian was about to walk away but stopped when she felt Wang Yong hold her hand. She turned to look at him with a questioning gaze.

Wang Yong gestured her to lean in and close and when Xin Qian did that, he swiftly placed a soft kiss on her cheek, "Bye." he whispered into her ear.

Xin Qian tilted her head and looked at Wang Yong with a dazed expression, thus commencing a staring session that lasted for a minute. "Bye." Xin Qian repeated before finally walking out of the house.

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It was sheer coincidence and bad luck on Marie's part that she ran into Ryan Johnson, the cool and the top ratted boyfriend material by TeenTweets in the country. Despite his dashing looks and amiable demeanor, Ryan has a secret and he would go about any lengths to keep it from the harsh society.

A/N: This is a fictional comedy and hardly realistic.

Bolemo was a frustrated tattoo artist. A craft he love but never love him back. 

He has no sense of artistry, beauty or the skills. He just wanted to be an artist that believes that doodling is also an art. 

When he went to visit an old lady in the mountainous region of the Philippines to have a powerful beast art tattooed on his body, 

- he fell from a cliff.

Bolemo found himself in a new world. A world he doesn't understand at all. Magic? Mana? Law? 

He doesn't care! He has his imagination and craziness, through this... he will show the world that cultivation is also an art! 

An art that can curve even the vilest Devils and arrogant Gods! Slay immortals and purge the bottom of hell!






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I post chapter as soon as I finish writing them. 

I cannot guarantee a stable release, but it should at least be 3 chapters a week.

Thorn: He came into my tattoo shop looking to cover scars, I knew all about that, but the more he came in... the more I was burning with questions and maybe something else from this hot and broken biker.
Darrin: My brother convinced me to go see this tattoo artist that he knew, I never expected her to be so fucking gorgeous. I also never expected her to understand, I never expected her to get it, but she does. the more sessions I book the closer to her I feel, but if she knew the whole story... would she still look at me with that softness in her eyes or would she be disgusted?
Trigger warning, violence, swearing, and sexy stuff. Enter at your own risk.

It was the age of Witches. 

Churches crumbled on the ground. Witch Hunters dead, and the Holy Book is nowhere to be found but hidden.

Sheira Murray having a hard life fitting into the world of her own race. Because of a history legend, her family became extinct. Thanks to the guidance of her uncle Martin Murray, she able to survive. And thanks to her handsome protector Marcus Johnson, she always escapes death. 

She needs to stay alive and healthy for her younger brother Max Murray, a 10 years old innocent angel.

But her aggressor is getting persistent, that even during the day or anywhere she was, she's been nonstop attack through performing a deadly curse oration. 

So they decided to flee, again. 

Would be the new place is safer? Or she'll face even scarier pack of her race? The witches-who-eats-flesh.

Follow Sheira Murray to her survival changes to fight and tame down her own race and ended the Witch's Age.


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Disclaimer: I don't own the photo. Credits to the artist on Deviantart.

First Published:
October 2017



Enya POV 

It's been 2 days since the incident happened. 

Everything came back to normal but some students are still scared, while I'm sad and also scared thinking if something happens again I'll just depend on Ichiro and will be protected, I belong to a circle of friends but I'm just too different" 

Enya!!" I heard Phoebe's voice. I looked back and saw her waving her hand 

 "Let's go shopping with Ichiro and Hideo!" She stated after holding my hand. I looked down while chuckling 

"Let's go" I said with a smile 

We entered the classroom and saw Ichiro and Hideo there 

"You two are early!" Phoebe said and runs towards them. I sat down at my sit and slid some of my hair behind my ear 

"Shopping?" I heard Hideo asked after Phoebe told them the plan 

"Is Enya coming?" Ichiro asked that made me flinch 

"Yeah" Phoebe answered 

"Y-You can leave me-" 

"Okay I'm in" I flinched after Ichiro answered, am I not a burden? 

"You two are too noisy. I don't want others to think why am I with you two, so it's better when another quiet one is there" Ichiro emotionless answered, 

"Are you sure that's the only reason?" Hideo asked while smirking. Ichiro flinched, he tilt his head as he smile 

"You guys are my friends anyway" Ichiro said that made the three of us flinch 

"I-Ichiwo.." Phoebe called his name while being teary, Phoebe jumped to hug Ichiro. Hideo pats Phoebe's head while looking at Ichiro 

"This is the first time you call us your friends" Hideo stated, I just look at them and chuckled. 

Yeah, I might be the normal one but it doesn't matter because they'll always be my friend 

The class ended and we started to fix and grab our bags 

"Let's change first!" Phoebe said, we all agreed and headed to each others dorms 

"Enya! You look beautiful!" Phoebe commented after I opened the door. Phoebe is wearing a oversized sweater and skirt, Ichiro is wearing a shirt with long sleeves and pants, also Hideo but his sweater is tucked in 

"I thought you don't like dresses" Hideo softly said, I'm wearing a black dress that made my rose tattoo close to my chest show 

"Enya? You can't have tattoo, right?" Phoebe asked, I covered my chest while smiling 

"They ignored my tattoo since this tattoo shows I'm a part of Sullivan family. Anyone is thinking why people in Sullivan are beautiful but most of us are dangerous, makes as a rose" I explained while softly touching my tattoo. But being Sullivan doesn't makes me dangerous because I'm just being protected 

We entered the mall while other people are kept looking at us. I looked down and slid some of my gray hair behind my ear again while looking at people with my blue eyes 

"Hey Ichiro!" I heard Hideo shouted, my heart beats faster thinking something happened again but Ichiro just entered a toy that sells stuff toys 

"His eye is sparkling" Phoebe said while smiling 

"Your eyes are sparkling too" I said 

"N-No..I don't like stuff toys like I'm not a baby" Phoebe hardly denied 

"Your pink eyes are sparkling" 

"Shut up!" 

We spent the time together like they're normal people. Testing out some clothes but won't buy them, eating and laughing together 

We're laughing while walking while exiting the mall but I flinched when I saw a man 

"Enya...?" He said with a confused face, he's my dad. The strictest person of Sullivan, for him being a Sullivan means not having any friends. I kneeled down at the floor 

"Is this called studying?" He asked while I decided to not to answer 

"Answer me, you shit..!" He shouted and his hand are ready to slap me. I looked down and closes my eyes, I flinched when I heard a slap sound but nothing hurts. I opened my eyes and looked up and saw Phoebe blocking me while she received the slap instead 

"W-Why.." I said with a low voice. I grabbed her sweater while looking at her back 

"We're friends!" Phoebe shouted at my father. Her jolly personality, messy black hair, long black hair at the side and pink eyes. A tear fell at my eyes 

"Leave her" 

"Don't be friends with her!" 

"Sullivan people are scary" 

"She's not allowed to have friends" 

"How can you be a crybaby for not having friends! Sullivan doesn't need friends!" 

 I never experienced laughing while talking with someone because people are too scared, even reaching out their hands 

But I didn't think I have people protecting me now 

I grabbed Phoebe's sweater tightly, I smiled while crying at the same time 

"Phoebe...Thank you" I said while holding some of my hair behind my ear 

"Please go away, sir. We're just having fun" I heard Hideo said and stood up in front of Phoebe 

"Don't be too scared, we're here" I looked at my right and hear Ichiro emotionless said that but he's reaching out his hand. The stars are behind him, he's like a moon helping a fallen star 

I grabbed his hand while smiling and bravely faced my father. I looked down before stating some words 

"Don't start a scandal, Father. You're my father but that doesn't make you control my life. If you excuse me, I'm going home with my friends" I said with confidence and holds Ichiro and Phoebe's hand tightly 

"We can run" I said with a low voice and run away from my father 

"HEY WHY ARE YOU GUYS RUNNING!!" Hideo said while also running 

"What a loser!" Phoebe said referring to Hideo 

"How can you say that to me!" Hideo complained. The wind blows while I'm laughing 

"I want to be friends with you guys! Forever and ever and ever! Being different from you guys or not, I still want to be friends with you!" I shouted while smiling 

"W-We're already friends" Phoebe said. We continued running and running while the wind isn't stopping from blowing, being person without potential isn't stopping me from being friends with them. Different of not we can still be friends

Hasegawa High School have an unexpected secrets that not all of the students know. Despite Hasegawa School being famous because of obedient,rich and smart students. It suddenly became interesting when Ichiro Davis transferred.

Other people in school know that Ichiro is the "rare one" that's why they started to recruit him or let him die.

Ichiro just wants to be a normal person like Enya Sullivan but Enya is envious of Ichiro's potential. Find out the adventure of Ichiro Davis, Enya Sullivan, Hideo Duncan and Phoebe.

[Blythe POV: The Present]
Turning back to the present.
I could feel my shoulder burning - a sign of overuse of my power. All of the power of the special was actually borrowed, and not created. In my opinion, it just showed how amazing Mistress was that she managed empower a couple thousand people.
Our power was channeled through to us from tattoos. The tattoos looked like female gender symbols, only the top was a crescent moon. However, the catch was that since all the power was actually being channeled to us by Mistress through the tattoos. Therefore, if we overused them not only would we feel a burning pain near tattoos that would eventually lead to total combustion if not treated properly, Mistress would also have suffer a backlash that weakened her.
Of course, each of us special ones only had one tattoo that gave us a varying amount of power. The real reason we were more powerful was simply because Mistress chose to "charge" our tattoos with more power than the others because we were the first made.
I was rudely awakened from my various recollections when I was hit by a flash of light. Ouch. Thanks to the interruption in my concentration and my already overused power, I clumsily tripped over a random tree root. My face ached and I had barely avoided getting a mouthful of dirt. Though my throbbing muscles were finally relieved, I knew this one collision had clearly spelled out my fate. I was going to be caught by the angels.
"Blythe!"
Adira's concerned voice rang out above me. I blankly stared at a deeply lined forehead, under which were rapidly blurring crimson eyes. Why was she still here?
"Listen, honey, I'm not gonna go crybaby on you but we're going down together or never. Got it?"
Hands pulled at my arms as my slow wits finally caught up and realized was happening. Though I was strangely perfectly fine with the idea of dying, I regretted not being able to see Mistress again. I knew I couldn't burden her further after my inevitable death. All I could do was hope to delay. With that thought running through my mind, I pushed myself up and shoved Adira away from the angels. 
White, feathery wings along with a blinding golden light swiftly approached. A barrier of air was slowly moving Adira back inch by inch. 
Somehow hanging on, my flaring shoulder consistently reminded me that I was going to combust soon. Comprehending what I was planning to do, she finally cooperated with me and sprinted away with moist eyes.
As for me, I prepared to self destruct and incinerate these pesky angels.

Sorry to anyone who feels disappointed. I've decided to PAUSE this novel, because I really don't have the time and brainpower to invest into this right now... Maybe I'll start it again sometime later. However, I'm going to be working on another collection of story ideas - I have a fair amount, but I can never seem to realize them. Thank you for your understanding.

Though known as the Mother of Demons and Queen of Lust, Lilith was actually an ordinary woman.

At least, until that "little brat" Adam tried to assert that he was the top in their relationship and God backed him up.

She ran away from the Garden of Eden to live her life in peace.

Who would have known that that would be the beginning of a badass girl tragedy? Me. :>

Cliche? Whatever, Lilith gets that a lot.

Meanwhile, her faithful servant Blythe struggles to rejoin Lilith on her path to vengeance.

Listen to Lilith's perspective - revealed to us by Blythe.

Original: - written by Mnerenuk Water aka 8kkkkkkkk
              - not a translation
WARNING: may have R-18 language
WARNING: may have sexual connotations or actions
WARNING: may have religiously offensive stuff
WARNING: will only be updated once every week or two

Other than that, have fun reading :)

Hermione was back to being our friends. 

I gotta say, I missed her so freaking much. 

Dustin was still staying with us. He didn't want to live with his parents anymore and my parents were really happy to have him with us. 

We had written our SATs and we all passed. 

So now, it was writing application letters to college and well getting ready for prom. 

Hermione was freaking out about the latter. We were in a store looking for prom dresses. 

"Hermione, prom is 2 weeks away. Why are we looking for dresses now?"

"Because by next week, all the stores will be a hunting ground. It's better to find now. We should have searched months ago. Even before SAT."

I rolled my eyes when she gave me a pastel pink ball dress that stopped on the knee to try out. 

When I came out, her eyes widened. 

"That is the one Tracy."

"Really? I feel like Cinderella when her evil stepsisters tore her dress."

"Just check the price tag. You are paying for it." she said firmly. 

I groaned and sat on the couch when she entered the dressing room to try her choices. 

"So how are the guys?" she asked. 

"We're good. Tomorrow is movie night."

"Who's hosting?"

"Clark."

"Oh."

"You should come." I suggested. 

She came out with a pretty red number. I liked it but from the look on her face, she didn't. 

"I don't think they'd want me there."

Ever since the Allison incident, Hermione had been avoiding the guys to the sadness of Jayden. I have been telling her they wouldn't mind to have her but she keeps shaking her head saying they would 

She still feels guilty every time. 

Clark apologized to me and even invited me for his mom's birthday. It was beautiful. Her reaction was priceless and everything Clark probably dreamed of. 

"Hermione, of course they'd want you there. Dustin's hanging out with us too, you know."

"Dustin didn't betray their trust Tracy. Just drop it please."

I sighed and watched her enter the dressing room. She came out with a blue flowing dress. 

Okay this was it. 

"This is it." she said. 

Later that evening, Dustin parked his car in front of Clark's house. 

I carried the 2 boxes of chocolate that Dustin and I bought and walked to the front door. 

I allowed Dustin to knock. Selone opened the door, a toothy grin on her face. 

"We have more visitors. Hi Tracy, Tracy's friend."

"It's Dustin."

She had a confused look on her face. 

"Why would your parents name you after a chore?"

Dustin shrugged. 

"I ask myself the same thing every single day. Love your pigtail."

She smiled. 

"Thanks. Come on it."

We entered and sure enough, everyone was here. Even Jaine, Fred's younger sister. 

"Finally." Clark yelled. 

"We're only 3 minutes late." I said. 

"We could gone through all the production shit the film would put us through by then."

I rolled my eyes. 

"What movie?" Dustin asked. 

"The entire John Wick franchise."

I groaned. 

Love, love, love Keanu Reeves. Not a fan of John Wick. 

"Exactly why I want us to watch it." Clark said pointing his finger to me. "Now, pass the chocolate."

We had already gotten past all the production dedications when a knock was heard. 

"Who ordered pizza?" Clark asked not taking his eye from the TV. 

"No one. We have 5 boxes here." Fred answered. 

"I got it." Selone yelled. 

I heard Selone's chipper hello and a muffled reply. On instinct, I turned my head and saw Selone followed by a blonde head. 

"Hermione." Dustin said, gaining everyone's attention. He stood up and walked to take the box of pizza from her hand. 

"Sorry. Didn't know you guys had pizza already." she said, her cheeks turning tomato red. 

"It's okay. More for us." Clark said collecting the box from Dustin's outstretched hand. 

"Now sit your ass down. We are watching John Wick." Fred said turning his attention back to the television. 

She gave him a small smile and sat down beside Jaine. 

Jaine stood up and told Hermione to scoot. 

"She likes to sit at the edge of a chair." Fred explained. "You can sit next to Jayden."

I saw he and Dustin share a look. I raised an eyebrow (although I think I raised both). Since when did Dustin start matchmaking? 

Hermione blushed and sat down beside Jayden. 

After the movie, I volunteered to trash the pizza boxes outside. Caesar said he would follow me. 

After we trashed everything trashable, Caesar asked for my age. 

"I'll be eighteen the day after tomorrow. Why?"

He shrugged and had the passive look on his face. 

"No reason."

Oh yeah, because of all this Hermione drama, I totally forgot about my birthday. 

So on Sunday, after my parents and Dustin had sang me the birthday song and Dustin volunteered to do all my chores for the day, I sat down in my room listening to Imagine Dragons. 

I got a lot of birthday calls from people I was expecting (my cousins, aunties, uncles, grandma, Hermione, lab partner since freshman year). What I was not expecting was a call from the virgins (I know it's weird to call them that). 

"It's my baby's birthday." Fred said. 

"Dude, remove your face from the camera. I can't see the birthday girl." Clark said. 

We were on facetime. 

"Happy birthday Tracy." Jayden said with a smile. 

I couldn't really see their faces because Clark and Fred were wrestling to grab the phone.  

"Yeah, what he said." Fred yelled. 

"Thanks guys." I said, my cheeks heating up. 

"We have a surprise for you." Caesar said as calm as the sea on a sunny day.

"Really? What is it?"

"If we told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." Clark said with a smirk on his face. 

"We'll come get you."

"Why can't you show me here?"

"Because we need to take you to the surprise. Duh!" Fred said. 

"Alright fine. But you'd better come early. My mom won't let me go anywhere until I eat my birthday breakfast."

Clark tsked. "Such a child."

"I'm guilty with that." I said. 

"Tracy, breakfast's ready." my mom yelled. 

"Coming mom." I yelled back and faced the four boys in my screen. "See you guys later."

After breakfast, my parents went to their room while Dustin and I went to the living room to watch Grown-ish when we heard the doorbell. 

"Who is it?" Dustin asked. 

"Special delivery for a Tracy Bouts." someone said. 

He looked at me. "You wanna get it?"

I groaned. "Fine."

I went to the door and opened the door to reveal four guys. A black, brunet, blond and redhead. 

"Tracy Bouts?" Fred asked, a smile on his face. 

"That's me."

"We were sent to take you out."

"Really? By who?"

"Us bitch." Fred yelled. 

I rolled my eyes. 

"Oh, it's you guys. Thought you were some kidnapper of some sort." Dustin said. In his hand was a butcher knife. 

Their eyes widened.

"You were planning to ambush us with that?" Caesar asked, his expression back to impassive. 

"Well yeah."

"What if we had guns?" Jayden asked. 

"Then I will blame Sidney Sheldon for his amazing storylines."

Fred crossed his arms with a knowing smile on his face. 

"I didn't know you read Sidney Sheldon."

"I didn't know you know Sidney Sheldon." Dustin retorted. 

Jayden covered his mouth. Clark and I snorted while Caesar just had a smile on his face. 

Fred had a flabbergasted look on his face. 

"We just came to take Tracy out."

"Well, you have to check with her parents first." Dustin said pointing to the staircase. 

"MOM, DAD, SOME FRIENDS ARE TAKING ME OUT FOR A BIRTHDAY SURPRISE." I yelled. 

They all flinched. 

We heard my dad's reply, "okay honey. Be back before 2."

"'KAY." then I looked at the boys. "C'mon, let's go."

When Fred said they had a surprise for me, I was expecting a day at a really fancy restaurant. I wasn't expecting a tattoo parlor. 

"Why are we here?" 

"To get tattoos. Duh."

"You forgot TCOTPBMCACMWB #5. Fucking tattoos. We are graduating soon and if we don't get the tattoos, all our restrains not to kill you was for nothing." Clark said. 

Okay, Clark and the word 'killing', 'murder' and 'death', is beginning to scare me. 

"You agreed to it Tracy, remember?" Jayden said. 

We were still outside the parlor. 

"Think of it as your passage rite to adulthood."

"I thought it will be taking alcohol." I said bluntly. 

They all started to laugh, even Caesar.

"Wait, you are not kidding." Fred said after looking at the serious look on my face. 

"Sweetie, every teenager in America has tasted alcohol." Clark said. 

"If not gulped down." Jayden added. 

"Come on Tracy, please get a tattoo with us." Fred pleaded. 

I thought about it for a while. 

"Fine, but I am getting it because my parents gave me their blessings to get a tattoo once I turn 18."

"Bless your parents." Fred yelled. 

"Well, we are outside standing like we are in a Harry Potter franchise, let's go in."

-*-

"What would you like?" the tattoo artist asked me. 

Unlike most tattoo artist, he had only one tattoo on his massive body. It was on his right arm. It was the crufix. 

Whoever drew that, needs to be praised. 

We all decided to make me get mine first. There was no way, I was getting mine last. Or even second. 

I checked the book he had and found nothing to my taste. It was only hardcore tattoos that will probably take forever to do and a lot of pain. 

I told him to give me a minute and quickly searched Pinterest. It gave me amazing ideas and I finally chose a butterfly tattoo. 

"Do you want it where it was done?" he asked pointing at the picture.

It was on the back of the wrist, where the palm of the hand was. 

"Yeah."

"Alright."

While he was doing it, I tried to zone out the pain but I just realized that the tattoo was done around the vein area and well, he was doing it on the vein area. 

It hurts. 

"Crybaby." Clark muttered. 

I only realized that tears were streaming down my eyes. 

"Macho Banana." I retorted quietly. 

That was the only retort that was in my head at that time. 

Fred burst out laughing and even the tattoo guy let out a smile. 

After forever hours, he was done. I stood up and looked at the black ink on my wrist. It was a beautiful butterfly. 

I also looked at the red blush surrounding the black ink, my hand was still red from the pain. 

Was this what people like Justin Bieber and Wiz Khalifa went through?

How do they even go through this? Props to them all.  

He handed me a white cloth with wet with what felt like methylated spirit. I took it gratefully and placed it on the tattoo. It hurt but soon, it became and uncomfortable sting. 

"Who's next?" he asked. 

Jayden raised up his hand. 

He showed the guy, Daniel was his name, what he wanted. 

Daniel nodded and began drawing it out. 

For a rather big drawing, Jayden didn't even wince once. 

At the end, it was a Sphinx on the left side of his neck. 

Clark got a weird tattoo design on his shoulder blade. 

Fred got the word Fraine on his elbow. 

"Fraine?" I asked

"Fred and Jaine." was his answer. 

Caesar got a book drawing on his skin just above his heart. 

After we were done, Fred paid and we drove back home. 

"Thanks." I said when Fred packed in front of my house. 

"No problem. See you during prom."

"Yeah."

-*-

Hope you enjoyed it?

East Ville was graced by the new arrival of four new hot guys in East Ville: 

Caesar Brown, 
Fred Meyer, 
Clark Colin, 
And Jayden Crown

Caesar is the quiet, reserved and introvertic one. He is also really smart on stage. 

Fred is the loud, stupid, fun and childish one. He is also the richest of them all. 

Clark is the sarcastic and blunt one. He is also the bad one, the one who is not afraid to break the rules. 

Jayden is the cute, adorable and smart one. He is also quiet but not the way Caesar is. 

The moment they got to East Ville, they were immediately popular because everyone assumed they were playboys. But unknown to the students and every other person, they are virgins. Yeah that's right! Virgins. 

Now that's done, let's face our main character: 

Tracy Bouts, your average classic lead female character. A 12th grader. She can be seen either behind a book or in front of it. She's not the classic, clumsy nerd.

By chance, she got to hear the boys' secrets and now she is in shock and has no idea on what to do. 

This is not a love story involving two people. It is a love story between friends.

Screams and shrieks echoed in my ears that night, even though my age was short, I could understand what was going on. Tears of fear flooded my eyes and all I could do was hold my mother's arm. I could not scream, the fear was so great that my mouth was sealed shut. The voices of the people who were in the main part of the house resounded very loudly, they were very angry.
I could not imagine anything, the only thing I could do was to believe that something serious was not happening and try not to imagine the possible situation that was happening in the main room.
My mother, like me, was immobile, not moving any muscle, her eyes were in the direction of the door where my brother David was standing nearby.
My mother's eyes started to get wet and the tears fell endlessly, she tried to dry them, but she didn't succeed, they kept falling. Her hand kept holding my arm, and her gaze kept coming out of the basement where we were hiding. 
My father was the only one upstairs, he was the only one who tried to do something about it, even though he was surrounded, he was not going to let those intruders hurt us. I tried to breathe to stop crying, but the air barely entered my lungs, the fear was on top of me and he wouldn't let me do anything. A scream of pain echoed in my ears, it was my father's voice, they had done something bad to him, in those moments the fear reached its peak and I stood still, I could not move, nor could the tears continue to fall, I was paralyzed.
"No Dad," shouted David in desperation, "Dad, let me help you!"
I knew that David had made a serious mistake, at the moment of shouting, David came out of the basement without hesitation, he completely disappeared from my sight, the only thing I could hear was the sound of a sword piercing something, a sound that seemed like a knife slicing a piece of meat in one movement. I did not know that this would be the last time I would see my brother. 
My mother let out a huge cry and took me by the arm, led me to the far side of the basement, left me sitting there for a few seconds. She ran to a small compartment on my father's desk. My mother opened it and took a syringe filled with a red liquid that looked like the blood of some living thing. Without delay, my mother injected the liquid into my arm. 
My body became paralyzed, my vision became blurred and all I could see were silhouettes moving back and forth. My mother, with her face congested, ran to the basement door. With all the strength he still had left, she tried to keep the door closed, but it was too late, a masked man had come in and beaten my mother, who fell down the stairs leaving her completely defenseless. 
My eyes closed and I could no longer see anything. I could only hear my mother's screams and curses and the footsteps of that masked man coming towards me.

James got up from the makeshift bed he made the night before. He was in Charlie's room, a friend he had known for some time. The room was messy, full of food, and filled with posters of naked women taped to the walls and clothes strewn all over the floor. It looked like a typical teenager's room, even though Charlie was in his twenties. 
James woke up with a lot of sweat running down his forehead. He dreamt the usual, that night he and his family were attacked. It was always the same ending, when his mother injected him with that strange syringe it was when he woke up full of sweat and with a frightened face.
James stretched out his arm to reach the clock on the furniture next to his partner's bed, who was still sleeping. He held it for a moment and looked at the time.
"Nine thirty in the morning, it's a little late," he muttered to himself, "we must leave the last things in my apartment."
James got up from his makeshift bed still in his boxers. His toned body stood out as he lifted the blankets off the floor.  A tattoo ran down his back. It was a dragon's tail that started on his face and ended on his lower back.
It was a strange tattoo that appeared when he woke up days after the intruders had attacked his house. He didn't remember anything about that occasion, the only memories that invaded his head were nightmares.
He didn't take long to change, in a few minutes he put on a pair of pants with huge holes in the knee, a shirt, which made the muscles stand out, and finally, some sneakers, which seemed to have been used in a fifty-kilometer marathon, the sole of the shoes was smooth and the front part broken, where some fingers were sticking out.
"Get up, asshole, we must finish leaving my things in the apartment."
Charlie's body didn't even move, it was like he was talking to a wall. James raised his hand and dropped it on Charlie's head, making him get up immediately.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," said Charlie as he massaged his freshly hit head. We still have a few days for Luis' next assignment.
"I want to get this over with, and not worry about this nonsense anymore, and also enjoy my new apartment."
"Your new apartment? What are you talking about? You've been living there for about six months."
"Yes, but with the money I've saved, I've been able to buy furniture, electro-domestic appliances, and all that stupid stuff that's in the houses."
"Aha, but my question is, why don't you send everything you buy directly to your apartment?"
"You know why, I don't want them to know my location."
"Then I'm the one who gets screwed."
"We had already agreed, besides, you have that stupid pick up that you don't even use, now you can use that gas machine by taking my furniture."
"Don't insult Jenny, she's a beautiful car."
"You even named that thing, you're pathetic."
"The pathetic one is you."
"You can shut up, and we'll finish running things."
"Sure, crybaby."
James turned and looked at Charlie angrily, walked to the exit, and closed the door with great force, causing a noise that hit Charlie's ears. 
"He's a crybaby," Charlie whispered.
It didn't take long for Charlie to change, a pair of beach shorts, a flowered shirt, and some sandals, as if he were ready to go to sea. He always dressed that way, every day. He had different colored shorts, but that shirt he always wore, looked like it was stuck to his skin.
"Again with that horrible shirt," said James, as he was doing his hair.
"Look who's talking, the man with the broken sneakers, I think it's better to be barefoot than to wear those damn sneakers."
"I don't think so."
"You should spend your money on your image and buy yourself some good sneakers and quality new clothes."
"I don't like to spend on those things."
"Idiot, it's hygiene, it's your image, it's quite important stuff."
"I buy other sneakers if you put on another shirt or pants and not those shorts, we don't even live near a beach."
"What are you talking about, it's my style, I like to be like this also this beautiful shirt was given to me by my mother, it's for good luck."
James was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, a little steam coming out of the sink, soaking into the front mirror. James looked at his face, it looked a little tired, with some dark circles under his eyes, several scars marked his face, but what he always looked at every time he prostrated himself in a mirror was his right eye. The eye had a different color, a reddish color as if it were a ruby or blood scattered by some living being. James began the daily routine of touching his face trying to erase the imperfections, the scars and what he hated most about his body was the dragon tattoo, which surrounded that right eye. He looked down and took the towel next to the sink and wiped his face trying to forget the image of the tattoo.
"How many things are missing to take to your apartment?" Charlie asked.
"A few, I think we can take everything on a trip."
"Great, when we're done we should go for a drink, don't you think?"
"It seems that the only thing you know how to do is drink."
"Is there a problem with how I enjoy my free time?"
"No, but, you should cut down a little on your excessive alcohol consumption, you even scare your mother when you get home drunk."
"I'll have time to worry about those things, what do you say? You accede to my great proposal." 
"No, I want to rest and accommodate everything in my apartment."
"You are boring, man."
The two friends left Charlie's house, said goodbye to Charlie's mother and went out to arrange the missing furniture. It took a few trips to get things settled and immediately the two friends got into the car without much hesitation. A side-to-side smile filled Charlie's face as he started the car. The noise of the engine reached James' ears, making a gesture of disgust.
"You know, every time I turn on this beauty it makes me feel alive," Charlie said as he ran his hands from side to side on the steering wheel.
"Can you stop being so pathetic?"
"I always knew it, you're envious, you always wanted a car like this, I hope one day you get it, but I doubt it, with your negative attitude you'll ever get it."
"Shut up already."
The streets were full of cars, the bustle of the city of Tenma penetrated any ear, except those of these two friends. Inside the car, you could hear the music of different genres. Charlie didn't like a specific music genre, he always tried to find out about new talents and musical alternatives. Charlie was a guy who had a particular musical taste and always made it known when they got into his car. The car speakers would vibrate and make the windows move. At one point, James had had enough of listening to music at such a high volume. At the traffic light, close to his destination, he unhesitatingly turned off the car stereo.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?!," asked Charlie, tapping his partner's hand, which was still on the off button.
"I'm tired of listening to your stupid music, especially at this inhumane volume you're always playing."
"It's not that bad."
"It's no big deal, you say! You're crazy if you keep listening to music or any other sound at this volume you'll go deaf."
"I've been listening to music at an even higher volume for many years and absolutely nothing has happened to me."
"You say that now."
"Then let me turn it back on."
Charlie reaches for the power button, but James with a somewhat desperate movement hits Charlie's hand, pulling away from the car stereo.
"No!, besides we'll get there, when you drop me off at my apartment, you can play your music at whatever volume you want."
"Okay, James, just this time I'll listen to you, but don't get your hopes up that I'm following your orders."
"I don't care, you don't even listen to your mother."
"You're right about that."
The moment of silence arrived and the two friends remained mute without saying a word. Charlie's forehead began to expire, so much so that drops of sweat fell on his face. James looked at Charlie's face and handed him a handkerchief he always kept inside his jacket.
"Tell me what's going on, Charlie."
"What are you talking about?"
"You're not someone who gets nervous in that sudden way. Tell me what's going on?"
"Nothing."
The words that came out of Charlie's mouth were cut off again and again. The sweat on his forehead never stopped,
"If you don't tell me what's going on, Charlie, I'll hit the stereo so hard that you'll never hear that junk music you love so much again."
"You wouldn't."
"You're challenging me, you idiot."
James' fist closed so that it looked like a rock, the hardness in his knuckles was noticeable with the scars that formed on them. He took a little space and James' fist pointed in the direction of Charlie's stereo. The sweat on his forehead began to look like a waterfall that ran down his eyebrows and ended up on his flowered shirt.
"Stop it, James," Charlie took the handkerchief and wiped away the sweat from his forehead, leaving it soaking wet. "I'll tell you what happens."
"Go on."
"A few days ago I got a letter from Tirana."
"Tirana? Why did it come from there?"
"Actually, it didn't come to me, it came to you."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because the letter was sent by your grandfather."
Thousands of memories passed inside James' head, so many that his eyes fell, where he watched the garbage generated by several days inside the car. One memory stuck out so much that he relived that moment, where his grandfather was talking to his mother about living in Tirana. Hearing the name of that city made him so angry that James' fists closed in such a way that his nails began to dig into his skin.
"Why didn't you give it to me?" James asked as he wiped the little blood from his palms.
"So you see how you get when he mentions that city. You must calm down, the letter is inside the glove box, take it, and read it. You will know what to do."
The car kept going, the noise of the city flooded into James, reminding him of the chaos in Tirana. He remembered how the thugs walked in the streets as if they were normal people, while the police did nothing to stop them. Corruption and crime were the daily bread of that city. 
James opened the glove compartment and took out the envelope. He read what was written on it and saw that the letter was almost freshly made. He opened the envelope and took out the piece of paper on which the message was written. It was short and concise:

Dear Grandson

Come to Tirana I have information about your father, I know that you are interested the only thing you have to do is to visit me here. Bill will pick you up at your old apartment. You have until Monday to come here. Remember that this is your hometown.

With love: Alejandro LeCroix

The disgust reached James' throat, he was about to tear up the piece of paper, but he stopped, as soon as he saw what it said. "Information about my father," he thought, as he continued to hold the piece of paper angrily. "I have to do it, it's the only way," a clear image of him formed inside her head. He saw himself without tattoos, without the reddish eye, and without those scars, he hated so much. He imagined himself happy, walking the streets of Tenma without any fear. 
Tired of so much imagining, he tore the letter in two and smiled in such a way that his teeth shone along with the sunlight.
"What are you doing, James?"
"Forget my useless apartment, I'm going to Tirana," said James as he kept that strange smile on his face.

Tirana is known as the city of opportunities, but at the same time it is also known as one of the most dangerous cities in the world because of the high degree of criminal organizations operating there. James Johnson, a guy who is bitter about life and has a torturous past, works as an assistant in a criminal organization in another city. On an ordinary day he is given a letter which was written by his grandfather, telling him that he has information about his father, so, despite hating Tirana, he returns to the city where he was born to find some clue about his father and to get rid of a strange curse, caused by the absorption of demon blood. On the other hand, Angel Renaud, bastard son of Raymond Renaud, the most powerful criminal leader in the country, by act of revenge, makes a plan to create his own gang and declare war on the mafia of the city. A story full of violence, betrayal and demons.

After the mother and daughter pair left the shop Xiao started to clean the table when the bell on the front door chimed again, he slightly turned his head and saw a nervous teenager with a round face framed by a short mess of fluffy dark-green hair which sticks up at odd angles.
His hands suddenly stopped, and he released his grip on the cleaning cloth, and with an irritated look, Xiao approached the nervous kid.
"M-Mister... I am sorry for trespassing..." Xiao ignored the kid and walked past him, Xiao exited his restaurant, and instead of getting greeted by a beautiful night sky and street, he was greeted by sunlight, a blue sky, and a stretch of pines grove.
Immediately his irritated expression contorted in fury "Fuck you, OLD MAN!!" Xiao howled while pointing an accusing finger at the sky. "You sadistic, A-Hole!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs and in pure unadulterated fury, he unconsciously released his suppressed magical energy, not even a month has passed & the old man already had started to mess with him.
The kid trembled in utter horror as the man before let out a sickening dark aura, the surrounding air became so thicker that he found himself even hard to breathe. A feeling of dread filled the air, the kid topples down on his butt as he finally took notice of the surrounding, terror like never clutched his heart with an iron grip as he saw the very space around Xiao started to contort, the trees up to 100 meters radius dried up and deteriorated in seconds.
Dark black clouds formed overhead and pretty soon a loud boom of thunderclap greeted his ears, he slowly looked up and saw the man's eyes glowing with a crimson shroud, the kid couldn't take it anymore and finally passed out in fear.
After cursing for minutes Xiao finally calmed himself down, he put a lid back on his power, and with a wave of his hands, the destruction caused by him was restored to its original state.
With an irritated look on his face, he turned and walked back inside his restaurant, on the way in he grabbed the kid by his collar & roughly drag him to an empty seat.
He set the kid down on an empty seat and sat opposite to him, he then conjured up a small ball of water hurled it at the kid's face.
"Hah!" The kid woke up with a sudden jerk. "Ahhh!!" The Kid shrieked out in fear as soon as his eyes landed on Xiao.
"Stop screaming like a little bitch, your voice is annoying to listen to." Xiao's cold words shut him up.
"How did you find this place? Is it the old man... Hmm?" Xiao looked down at him coldly. "I... I... I am sorry..." The Kid broke down to tears while he profusely begged Xiao not to kill him.
"Kid, beg for your life one more time and I will cut off that little head of yours" The scared kid let out a gasp on hearing this. "You can't..." He stammered out in panic.
"Chuckle" Xiao let out a dark chuckle.  "I can, Kid. " The kid paled on seeing the confidence in the man's voice. "So, Come on, chop-Chop, I don't have all day" Xiao growled in a deep, menacing voice
"Seven... hour ago..." The kid lowered his head and looked down at his lap. "I meet All Might..." He said quietly.
"All who?"
"He is the number one hero and symbol of peace... in my world" The kid replied and was about to say few more words on this 'All Might dude'. "Whatever, get to the point. I don't have all day"  The green-haired brat meekly nodded his head.
"I asked if I can become a hero, even though I don't have a quirk... he said you can't." The kid said & broke down to tears.
Xiao heaved a tired sigh on seeing him bursting into tears again. "Kid, don't waste my time." Xiao said in a tired voice.
"Yes... All my life I was suffered constant bullying and unacceptance from the society... so I decided I didn't want to have a bad day anymore. and take my life from jumping off the school roof" He said in shame.
"Wow, School roof, really, do you want to give kids nightmares?" Xiao sneered. "I am sorry" The kid lowered his head in a submissive way and continued to tell his sob story.
"When I was about to jump... I heard a voice claiming to be God, he told me not to take my life and he can help me to become strong..." The Kid said quietly.
"I knew it, fucking Old man... " Xiao muttered under his breath. "You believe this voice, kid, it seems you do have some screw loose..." Xiao said.
"I am sorry... but I am not lying... the voice is real... I can prove... Agh!" Xiao bopped the kid on the head. "Stop saying sorry every fucking time, you sound like a restrained dog!" The kid lowered his head. " I am..." A sudden chill ran down the kid's spine, he looks up and saw Xiao's body is doused in a crimson black aura and his eyes are as cold as ice.
"Say sorry one more time, I dare you!" 
"Gulp... God gave me this" The kid pushed back his right-hand sleeve and shows xiao a tattoo of a dragon swallowing its own tail. "God said if I concentrate hard and say activate this tattoo will take me to a sub-dimension where I can train to become strong." The kid continued.
"When I came here, I found your door, and God said that you will be the one who will train me" The kid's finished.
Xiao burst out in laughter after hearing his words 'Really, you choose an unstable suicidal kid to do my job, wow?' Xiao muttered underneath his breath while he stared at the ceiling.
[I did not choose him] Xiao's face scrunched up in irritation on hearing his former boss's voice in his head. [Before you start to cuss again, first hear me out]
[Old man, every time you mess with my business it makes me wanna take my boot and shove it so far up your arse you're gonna be spitting out shoelaces all your life] Xiao replied.
[Ho ho, you kiss your mother with that mouth?]
[I don't even have a mother, smelly old man!] Xiao grumbled. [What the fuck do you even get by interfering with my life?]
[Chuckle... Nothing, help me out just this once] God chuckled. [You are the God, the creator of cosmos and life, just snap your finger and take care of the problem] Xiao said in irritation.
[What's done is done, if I interfere my daughter will throw a fit] God said. [Let Fate throw a fit, I don't want to shoulder this problem!]
[One more assist and I will never contact you, promise] God replied. [You never keep your promise!] Xiao sighed heavily and then looked down at the kid who is staring down at the floor, wallowing in self-pity.
[Fine, what do you want me to do with this kid?] He asked. [A random low-level fucker, reincarnated a person from earth on that kid's worlds, and that person took this kid place as the protagonist]
[This crybaby is a protagonist?] Xiao asked in disbelief. [Well, if you jog your memory you might remember who this kid is... Or do you want me to awaken those memories?] God asked.
[Nope, thanks, I am fine.] Xiao declined the offer. [I see... Your loss, moving on... so this reincarnated person doesn't do well in the future, and due to his countless mistakes this world will be in ruins in a matter of few years] God stopped and let out a chuckle. [Well that's to be expected, you know. If you stole someone's else fate, my daughter will sure hit you back with more problems] The old man said with a proud chuckle.
[Xiao, my old friend, I want you to train this kid and prepare him for the upcoming troubles] God added.
[Who the fuck is your friend, go to hell!] Xiao snapped back before he let out a sigh [This crybaby will die before he can complete my training] Xiao said after a moment of silence. [The crybaby will survive, trust me, the kid has a will of iron.] God added and then ended the conversation.
Xiao rubbed his forehead and grabbed the kid by his collar. "You want to be a hero, huh? Kid lesson number one... Heroes don't exist, the world is full of cravens who pretended to be heroes" Xiao said coldly and dragged him roughly out of the restaurant and entered the subspace.
"Sol" Xiao called out and seconds later an old man with crimson eyes materialized out of thin air. "My Master, what can this servant do for you?" The old man kneels and asked respectfully.
"Take care of my restaurant" Xiao replied. "Yes!" The old man rose to his feet and gave a polite bow before he entered the restaurant and closed the door behind.
Xiao used his powers and broke the link between the subspace and his restaurant. "H-How did he?" The kid in his grip stuttered out with wide eyes after seeing a man popped up from thin air.
"You talked with God, and this shit surprise you?" Xiao dropped the kid on the ground and asked. "Name?"
"Midoriya Izuku, Sir" The kid replied. "Midoriya Izuku, let me clear a few things... I will train you, but if I saw you slacking even once, I will kill you" The kid nodded vigorously.
"Second, you do what I ask, no complaining no whining, do you understand?" Xiao asked. "Yes!" The kid nodded.
"Third, If I ever saw you slacking and whining like a little bitch, I will kill you, You're a man, so act like one!" The kid nodded his head quickly so that Xiao can understand that he understands and willing to do every task.
"Good... Soul Removal" instantly Midoriya's expression went blank and then his body fell backward on the ground.
"...My Body, what did you do to me?!" An astral form of Izuku's appeared beside the fallen body. "Shut up, you are not dead!" Xiao growled out.
"Then?"
"I am altering your body so that you can get some powers..." Xiao said shocking the kid. "... You are giving me Quirk?"
"I am giving you something more powerful than that... Now, shut up! Let me do my work!" The kid shuts up immediately. Xiao summoned a vial filled with red blood and poured it down the kid's throat.
"What is that?" Izuku couldn't help but ask. "Phoneix blood..." Xiao replied with a sigh, it looks like his new disciple is too stupid to keep his mouth shut.
"B-B-Blood?" Midoriya cried out in fright. Xiao ignored the kid and summoned another vial filled with golden liquid and poured it down his(Izuku's) throat.
He then used his power and modified Izuku's cells to accept the blood and the golden liquid, after he has done this he sat back and watched calmly for the process to start.
"Oh My God! My Body is growing!" Midoriya let out a cry of surprise when he saw his body grew up by few inches right before his very eyes, soon muscle started to appear on his lanky arms, his green haired darkened & soon changed to army green, his face, and skin also underwent big changes.
Right now Midoriya looks like a living doll with soft, beautiful skin and a mature handsome face.
"Congratulation, you have joined the rank of Casanova!" Xiao said sarcastically. "...Now get back in your body" Before Midioriya could say something Xiao grabbed his astral form and yeeted it back towards the altered body.
After a few moments, Midoriya's lips twitched and his eyelids fluttered open, he groggily rose up and looked at his body.
"What did you do to me?"
"You are mortal... Do you think you can handle my training? No, you can't... I used Phoneix Blood and the blood of Atlas, the titan of endurance, to bestow you some powers like regeneration and superhuman durability to withstand this..." Without a fucking warning Xiao kicked Midoriya right in the gut.
"BOOOM!!"
Like a metal ball shot through a cannon, Midoriya's body hurled through the stretch of pine groves, no matter how many trees Midoriya crashes into they are not even able to decrease his speed. Very Intense pain spiraled through his chest area, Midoriya felt his consciousness seeps away from him as he violently crashed into trees after trees.
The last thing the poor Midoriya Saw Xiao interrupts his trajectory by suddenly teleporting before him and grabbing roughly by his head, stopping him completely.
"That was just a love tap" Xiao sighed in disappointment at seeing the passed-out disciple in his grip.
[A Week Later]
It's been a week & Xiao's restaurant is doing well, but strangely he didn't even once get a human customer to serve, almost all of the customers are from the supernatural side. He assumed that the place his shop is probably in the territory of these supernatural beings, and at first, he thought they might cause some problems for him, but he was wrong these supernatural beings act like civilized peoples and like normal well behaved people they enter his restaurant, order something to eat and they leave after paying for the food.
Since he opens his restaurant at night, he utilized his daytime to train the little twerp. Today Xiao plans to travel to his disciple world and make some changes in the little twerp life.
After putting on some black sports pants, a white hoodie, and a face mask, he tore the very fabric of space and opened up a portal close to Midoriya's location.
When he walked out of the portal he found himself on top of a rooftop, he approached the railing and found he was on top of a school as he can see kids in uniform exiting the gates.
As he looked through the swarm of kids he finally found a mop of green hair in the midst of the kids. "There you are..."
[Midoriya POV]
As his homeroom teacher distributed printouts on the students' desired life-course, his childhood friend, well former friend, Kaida sneered and spoke. "Hey, teach... Don't lump me in with this bunch of losers! I'm the real deal but these guys will be lucky to end up as sidekicks to some busted D-lister, Ha!" Kaeda declares arrogantly.
"You think you're better than us?" "Let's go, I'll take you all on!" shouts of enraged classmates filled the class.
"Huh, you've got impressive test results. Maybe you will get into U.A. High." 'Don't boast her ego' Midoriya thought as he quietly glared at the teacher, they don't understand how many mistakes these peoples are doing, one day this massive ego of her will become her downfall.
"Heh... I aced all of the mock tests. I'm the only one at this school who stands a chance of getting in. I'll end up more popular than All Might himself! And be the richest hero of all time! People all across the world will know who I am and it all starts with U.A. High!"
'Please shut up, your voice is so annoying' His body is already aching and sore from the beating and the gruesome training under Xiao's tutelage. He was trying to have some light nap and rest before he enters the subspace, but it is not possible to sleep when someone is screaming like a banshee.
"Oh yeah, Midoriya... Don't you want to go to U.A. too?" Izuku grimaced while his classmates burst into laughter.
"Midoriya? You're kidding, right?" A random guy exclaimed. "There's no way of getting into the Hero Course without a Quirk." Another one said. "Well, actually they got rid of that rule." A girl said, Izuku knew if the teacher was not here he would have instead got these words. "A useless like you have no place in U.A" "Stop dreaming, Quirless shit!"
He snapped out of his stupor when he felt a hand grabbed him by his collar, the person was Kaida.
"Listen up, Deku, you're even worse than the rest of these damn rejects, you Quirk-less wannabe! Do you really think they let someone like you in when they could have me?" Midoriya instead of replying looked down at his left hand, he is looking specifically at the silver bracelet on his hand.
This bracelet is given to him by Xiao to hide his new changes from the world, the bracelet creates a real solid illusion around his body and even suppresses his overall abilities so that he doesn't harm anyone by mistake.
He subdues his desire to remove it and looked blankly at Kaida "Bakugo, remove your hand..." All the racket in the classroom came to a halt, a cold chill crept up Kaida's spine, raising the hair on the back of her neck as he saw Izuku's eyes, they are cold as ice, she for the first time of her life didn't saw any innocence or warmth present them, all she saw deep hatred. 
She unconsciously releases his grip, without saying another Izuku grabbed his school bag & exited the class.
"Oi, Midoriya where are you going you? The class hasn't yet ended ye..." Before the teacher could finish his words the bell struck and school was dismissed.

"Am I dreaming, did he just stood up against Kaida?" A random student exclaimed. "He is acting out of his character for the past week..." another one pointed out.
'Fucking Deku, I'll get you for this humiliation!' Thought Kaida in anger as she clenched her fists. Unknown to her she will never get the chance as this will be his last day on this school ground.
....................................
After, Izuku reached halfway down his house he felt a presence behind him. "What got you so mad?" A familiar voice entered his ears, he turned and saw Xiao.
"Sensei, what are you doing here?" He asked him politely. "Your studies are getting in the way of training."
"But If I don't finish my middle school, no hero school will accept me!" Miodriya complains. "...You don't have to worry about that, I have taken care of that... Here" He shoved a certificate in his face.
"How did you..." Midoriya looked at the passing certificate with wide eyes, he quickly snatched it from Xiao's hand and saw yes indeed there was his name printed on it.
"Now you have two years to prepare before U.A exams" Xiao said and continued. "Go home and pack your stuff" 
"Huh, why?" Confused, Midoriya asked. "You are going to stay in the subspace from now on." Xiao said.
"B-But, what about my mother?" Midoriya asked. "You can meet her once a week... Listen, Midoriya, I know it's hard to leave a loved one behind, but if you want to achieve your goal you have to work hard" Xiao said seriously.
"Aren't you tired from all that stares of disdain? Aren't you tired of being kicked down like a dog?" Xiao asked.
"I... "Xiao could clearly see turmoil in his eyes. "One day, I will give you one day to decide. Midoriya" Xiao sighed and then disappeared without a trace.

10,000 years ago I was summoned by God, the Alpha, and the omega, to be his little errand boy.

Worked my butt off for 10,000 years... Now I am tired, can't think of anything, but a way out of this stupid low-ass paying job.

Author: Beware, my grammar is shit.

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