Y/N Kayama is the daughter of the R-rated hero Midnight and is also a little finding a caregiver/Daddy. Bakugo is also looking for a Little, lucky him he finds Y/n coloring in a coloring book with a paci on his first day in UA class 1-A.

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As I run past the man I feel his arms take hold of me pinning me to him as he picks me up.

"Let go of me! My father will kill you!" I scream. I kick at him but he holds me tightly. "He's the Alpha!"

The man kneels down and I feel my feet touch earth. He continues to hold me tight. Eventually he loosens his grip not enough to free me just enough that he can look me in the eye.

"Your father is gone." The man tells me.

"No!" I yell at him. I swing as hard as I can punching the man in the chest. "I don't believe you!" I didn't see Daddy but he is a strong wolf! An Alpha! No way he is dead! 

I feel the tears run down my face as I look around. Fire, rubble, and death... everyone is gone. I fall into the man sobbing. I can't fight any more. My pack is dead. The man picks me up again carrying me to his car. 

"What's your name little guy?" He asks. I have a hard time making words through my tears.

"B... Bray... Brayden." I stammer gripping his shirt.

"Hello Brayden... I'm Alpha Aaron... I'm gonna take care of you." He says.

I just cry. I can't say anything. He tries to put me in the back seat of his car but I pull myself up so my arms are around his neck.

"No! Don't leave me! Please Alpha!" I don't know why... maybe because he is Alpha... or because he promised to care for me but I trust him. I'm scared. He can't leave me alone. What if they come back?

"Shhhh buddy... you're gonna be okay. I won't let anyone hurt you." He hugs me patting my back.

"Don't leave me!" I beg holding him tightly.

"Ok. Ok... I won't leave you... I have more to do here tho. Can you walk on your own Bray?" I nod and he sets me down. I grip his hand tightly. "Gather the elders and the adults." He says to the other man. We walk to the field on the south end of our land. A few of the adults were gathered. I recognize them but the only one I know by name is Mr. Richard.

"Evening." The Alpha says to the group. "I would like to discuss the future of your pack." I am hidden behind him. He pulls me in front of him with his hands on my shoulders. I hear my pack gasp when they see me.

"Brayden! Come here boy!" Mr. Richard calls. I look up to the Alpha. He may be an elder in my pack but the Alpha is now the ranking wolf. "Now boy!" His tone scars me and I subconsciously back into the Alpha. He squats down to eye level with me.

"Go ahead Brayden.. they want to make sure you're ok." The Alpha says.

"But you said you won't leave me! You'd take care of me! Please Alpha!" I'm drawn to him. Probably because he's Alpha. Daddy said the pups are drawn to him because he is.. was Alpha.

The Alpha sighs and stands up.

"You have three options. One you move south and join my pack." I see the adults are not fond of that option. A few of them even growl. "Two I can leave you to fend for yourselves. Without an Alpha you will become Rouge. Or I can send a few of my pack to protect you and help you rebuild. I will protect your pack until Brayden comes of age. I will raise him and teach him to be a strong Alpha. When he turns twenty I will return him to you as your Alpha."

"Why would you do that? No Alpha takes in another Alphas pup! How do we know you won't just kill him so he can't challenge your pups?" One of them asks.

"I have no mate... no pups... he will be returned to you before that becomes an issue. If I wanted to kill the boy I would have by now. It is your choice but I won't leave him to die with you should you refuse my help." The Alpha says.

The adults talk to each other a while. I feel myself getting tired. I am dizzy. I guess I haven't fully recovered from the attack. I stumble backwards and the Alpha catches me picking me up. I rest my head on his shoulder.

"We accept your terms... Brayden is our Alpha... train him will." Mr. Richard says.

"I plan to." The Alpha responds. I fall asleep as he carries me away.

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I wake up in a big bed. I sink into the middle. I sit up and look around. Where am I? Daddy? Momma?... Oh... I remember what happened and start to cry.

"Hay hay hay... come here pup." The Alpha runs in pulling me into his arms. "Shhh Bray... you're safe... I got you."

"Alpha?" I look up to him.

"Yea Bray I'm here." He responds.

"Is momma dead too?" I ask.

"Yea pup... the only adults left are the ones you saw yesterday." He tells me.

"Bellas gone too... I'm all alone." I cry as he holds me rocking back and forth.

"You know... my family's gone too... we can a be family if you want... the Alpha orphans." Family he wants to be my family. I hug my new Alpha. "You can call me Aaron if that helps." He says hugging me back.

"Ari." I say. He laughs.

"Alright pup... just to you I'll be Ari." He pulls away and tosules my hair. "Come on... they're serving breakfast at the pack house."

I jump up and take his hand as he leads me to the pack house. This place is massive. Houses line a street ending at a mansion Ari calls the pack house. Woods surround the houses. Wolves walk around casually. The pack house is full of people.

"How big is your pack?" I ask amazed by the number of people here.

"A little over 600... this is the largest pack in north America... possibly the world." My jaw drops. Ari is the most powerful Alpha in the world and he took me in!

"Wow!" I gasp.

"Yea." He laughs. "I guess that can be a little overwhelming... eat up pup."

Ari loads a plate for himself and me. We sit at the table and I feel all eyes on me.

"Everyone is staring." I whisper.

"Yea... they always stare at me." He says. I'm not sure its him they are staring at.

"Why?" I ask. He is there Alpha... if it is him they are looking at they should respect him but it looks more like they are sizing him up.

"I'm 19... you don't prove yourself a true Alpha until your 20... they are trying to figure out if I am really Alpha." He explains.

"But you are!" I can feel his power. It is like Daddy but stronger. He is an Alpha.

"Yea... I know... the pack however demands proof." He sighs. "In a few months there will be no doubt."

"Sooo... what do I do now?" I ask. I know he's Alpha and probably has alot of work to do.

"Loads of pups around... you can go play." He says.

"But... I don't know them." I whisper. Ari lowers his face to mine.

"You can't get to know them hanging around me." He whispers. I look around. I don't want to leave him. Ari laughs as he stands up. "Come on pup let's go."

We end up in a kind of game room full of toys and games and TVs. 

"I gotta work Bray... you can stay here or pick something to take to my office." Ari says watching me. I look around the room. "Really?" He asks as I come back to him with a stack of Doctor Seuss and coloring books. I nod. "Alright let's go." He takes my stack and some crayons. I grab his free hand as he leads me to his office.

I set up a nest in front of the couch in the office. A few pillows and a blanket wound up fitting me perfectly. I drop my books in the nest and settle in. Ari is sitting at his desk. I open up one of the books and begin flipping pages. After a while Ari stops working.

"Can you read pup?" He asks looking up from his papers.

"Yea... well... kinda... Daddy taught me lots of words." Ari laughs

"Read one to me." He says.

"This one my favorite... it makes you sound funny." I open the book. "F..o..x so..ks (it comes out more like soaks.) B..o..x K..n..o..x (the K was not silent in the reading.)" I begin to read. Ari smiles.

"You know you can't read Suess without a proper fort." He stands up and walks over to me. He pulls the cousins off the sofa making a fort with them and draping a blanket over it. "Now!" He says crawling in. "Give me that book." I jump in after him. Culing up to his side I hand him the book.

"Fox socks box Knox. Knox in box. Fox in socks. Knox on fox in socks in box." He continues to read the book as fast as he can never stumbling over the tongue twiters. "Fox in socks, our game is done, sir. Thank you for a lot of fun, sir."

I hear clapping from outside our fort.

"So Little Aaron can read!" A man's voice says. Ari climbs out of the fort. "Guess you just can't read reports on your pack. You limited to kids books boy?"

"No Beta James. I can read just fine... and its Alpha." Ari says.

"I know what you are Aaron... I'm trying to help you boy. Alot of people question your leadership. You need to earn the title of Alpha. Do it before you turn twenty. Earn the respect of your people now and they will love you forever." The man puts a hand on the back of Ari's neck. "I love you boy... you are ten times the Alpha your father was... but you are young and will be challenged until the day you prove yourself... these next few months will be trying. You don't have time for stories with pups!" Ari looks down at me.

"Sorry Ari." I say looking at my shoes. 

"No! Don't be sorry pup." He kneels in front of me. "I'm not... I want to be an Alpha that cares fore people. One who leads well, with love. One who knows his people. One who is respected and loved... not feared!" I think he was talking more to the man than me. He stands up and faces the man pulling me to his side. 

"I took this pup on. He is my responsibility. Mine to raise. My work will be done. I know what's going on in the pack! I know the people question me! I know near by packs are poised to attack! I know we are in danger! There will be war soon! But panicking and reading files won't change that! It won't prepare me for what is to come!" Ari turns away running a hand through his hair.

"I can't control what they do James... they are a few days out and we will be ready. I've pulled everyone back close to home. Patrols are set double. Pups are kept in the pack house. Warriors are on the ready. I will lead them. I will protect our home. I AM Alpha! Soon enough the pack will see that." Ari leads me out the door.

"Goodnight Alpha." the man says as we leave.

Ari leads me to the stairs and we ascend the staircase. He takes me down a hallway and stops in front of a door.

"I need you to stay here in the pack house, Brayden... Mrs. Jones is just down the hall if you need anything." He says.

"But Ari..."

"Don't question me pup!" He cuts me off. I flinch away from him. He drops to one knee. "Hay... I'm sorry Bray... I'm trying to protect you." He puts a hand to the back of my neck dipping his head down so our foreheads meet. "I'll be here if you need me. Just get Mrs. Jones and I'll be here in minutes. I'm not leaving you Bray."

He opens the door and puts me in the bed. He tucks me in and bids me goodnight.

"Thank you, Ari... Night." He pauses at my doorway a moment as I say this then he leaves closing the door.

Pack destroyed. Father dead, mother dead, sister dead. Little Brayden is left alone. If it weren't for the teenage Alpha that finds him and takes him in.

Story excerpt 

As I run past the man I feel his arms take hold of me pinning me to him as he picks me up.

"Let go of me! My father will kill you!" I scream. I kick at him but he holds me tightly. "He's the Alpha!"

The man kneels down and I feel my feet touch earth. He continues to hold me tight. Eventually he loosens his grip not enough to free me just enough that he can look me in the eye.

"Your father is gone." The man tells me.

"No!" I yell at him. I swing as hard as I can punching the man in the chest. "I don't believe you!" I didn't see Daddy but he is a strong wolf! An Alpha! No way he is dead! 

I feel the tears run down my face as I look around. Fire, rubble, and death... everyone is gone. I fall into the man sobbing. I can't fight any more. My pack is dead. The man picks me up again carrying me to his car. 

"What's your name little guy?" He asks. I have a hard time making words through my tears.

"B... Bray... Brayden." I stammer gripping his shirt.

"Hello Brayden... I'm Alpha Aaron... I'm gonna take care of you." He says.





This is backstory for Brayden from my book Alpha Lilly. This story runs from before Alpha Lilly until part way through Orphan Wolf so spoilers are certain for those books. I'd suggest reading them first but you don't have to.

The return of the angel dreams wasn't as negative as the last time, but they were still unsettling for Jasmine as she couldn't figure out why she was having them. She had even tried steering her mind away from them proactively last night by thinking of dragons as she went to sleep.  

Still, they came and left her pondering them as she brushed her teeth that morning and went through the rest of her morning routine. She only remembered her homework, classes, and that the judges would be showing up today for the art contest as she stood at the bus stop closest to her house in the neighborhood. 

As the yellow behemoth of a vehicle rounded the corner and came to the stop, she greeted the bus driver with a nod of acknowledgement to their, "Good Morning," as she boarded. Finding a seat, she tossed her backpack up against the side closest to the window, unzipped it and thumbed through the folders she had for her various subjects, verifying that she hadn't left her homework behind. 

By the time the school bus pulled up to the curb out front of the school, Jasmine had banished the thoughts about the dream from her mind. Disembarking the bus, she glanced at the number on the side of the bus that had followed them into the drop off zone.  

It wasn't the one that Liliana would take, if she had chosen to ride the bus, so Jasmine headed to the double doors, following the stream of her fellow students who were also early arrivals.  

Ever since that Monday, Jasmine had been catching herself checking for her friend's arrival for it wasn't a matter of if Alan would act up, but when and which of them would be the target.  

Finding a seat on one of the attached benches at the long tables within the cafeteria, she retrieved her sketchbook from her bag along with a felt-tipped pen that she favored for inking her sketches. She flipped through the pages to find the kimono girl and began killing time, carefully tracing lines and erasing stray chicken scratch pencil marks so she could photocopy it for her friend. 

Liliana found her and after a short exchange, they headed down the long hall that branched away from the cafeteria to find their classrooms.  

In between breaks in classes, free time after a quiz in one of her morning classes and pretending to take notes while teachers lectured, Jasmine managed to finish inking the sketch by lunchtime. So, her first stop after hearing the lunch bell, was the library to visit the photocopier there.  

She ran off two copies. One for her to give to Liliana at lunch and the other to hold onto for in case her friend asks for another copy.  

Liliana wasn't exactly good at keeping track of paperwork.  

As she left the library, she passed the doors to the room the school had chosen to hold the gallery at and noticed that one of the doors was open. Inside, she could see the school counselor along with another teacher and a couple of adults she didn't recognize. 'The judges,' she guessed.  

They walked around carrying clipboards and would stop in front of each piece, check something off on what she assumed was a list, then continue. Although she was interested in knowing what the results would be, Jasmine knew that she shouldn't loiter at the door, thus continued her way towards the cafeteria. 
 
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In the cafeteria, Liliana was being her usual self and played the role of a minor social butterfly. Flipping back some of the long blonde curls of her hair that had fallen towards her face as she returned to her seat at the long table, she listened in to the few classmates who tended to sit with her at the table.  

She was aware of the thoughts and opinions her peers held for her. It wasn't that she was stupid. The truth of the matter was nearly the opposite.  

Liliana Kane had been born with a gift and this gift was the secret she guarded the most. She had a form of extrasensory perception (ESP) that tended to be more of a distraction than a boon, for she had to exert a great amount of mental energy to stay in control enough to hide it. The gift, which she viewed as a curse, was a form of precognition.  

Most people would see an ability to glimpse into the future as an easy way to get whatever they want. Want to be rich? Just look to the future for the winning numbers of the lotto! Want power? Respond appropriately to the future opportunities revealed and climb up!  

Thus, people could be split into two major groups. The users and abusers being the first, who would believe and seek such abilities to serve their interests. The second group were the dissenters and non-believers who would regularly call any type of fortune-telling as a scam and on occasion, would seek to harm such businesses or the ability users, themselves.  

The only saving grace for Liliana was that the ability didn't really wake until she was in pre-school, and the first time she referred to a vision, it was discounted by bother her peers and the adults around her. So, statements like, "You are going to get hurt," and "You are going to be sick," were played off as just a warning from a peer who was speaking on the principles of cause and effect. 
It took just a few times of her peers arguing back at her as well as their claims that she cursed them that had caused her stop mentioning them. Afterall, at that age, she wasn't sure if they were right and that she was unknowingly cursing them by making a self-fulfilling prophecy.  

This was when the gift was first awakening. Now, it was another matter entirely!  

For as it grew stronger, she would perceive that there were more options and came to understand that there was no fixed path. Divining the future was a practice of measuring the sheer amount of options a person had at any given point in time and the statistical possibility that they would make every turn or choice necessary to arrive at that destination.  

It was like looking at a tree and standing on the trunk. Some branches were closer, while others were distant. You could choose to go out on a limb, but then there would be several splits off from that branch with some being a dead end.  

However, Liliana's gift was sporadic and nearly uncontrollable. It wasn't one where she could pick and choose what she saw, so there was no way to direct it. Nearly every meeting of a person would trigger a glimpse of one of the infinitesimal possible futures of anyone in the vicinity! Her brain would be overloaded, constantly by inane data that was more often irrelevant than relevant!  
This was the challenge. Suppressing those mini-visions and still having the energy to focus on studies, thus her scatter-brained appearance was the result. Her borderline passing of classes through the years was also a result of this constant internal battle. 

However, Liliana had found a sanctuary in this chaotic space within Jasmine. This led her to being blindsided a few times over the years she had known her friend, because it seemed that every event that Jasmine was involved with, was a surprise.  

Jasmine just never appeared in the predicted possibilities. It was curious and sometimes frustrating, but Liliana couldn't get upset with Jasmine for the anomaly in her ability. Instead, it provided a little bit of normalcy and excitement to Liliana's life, so she chose to keep this friend around her as it made her curious as to what the future had in store for Jasmine. 
 
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The cafeteria was noisy with the chatter of students and faculty alike, which made Jasmine regret leaving the peace of the library, but she still needed to hand off the copy of the sketch to her friend. Liliana happily received it and chatted with the classmates that she was acquainted with at the lunch table while Jasmine joined the line to get some food. 

The cafeteria's food was far from being able to compare to any decent restaurant, but they at least provided options for those who didn't bring anything from home for lunch. Jasmine accepted her tray and paid for the few choices she had made in the line and joined her friend in time to listen to the other's complain about a quiz in a subject that she hadn't gotten to yet. 

Using this bit of forewarning, she pulled out the relevant textbook and skimmed over the material they mentioned was on the quiz. At the end of the lunch period, Liliana handed back the homework she had borrowed from Jasmine, which she put away along with the textbook and they headed to class. 

The afternoon classes were predictable. Jasmine and Liliana took the quiz that they had heard about at lunch, turned in their homework assignments to the respective classes, and reached the end of the day school bell without issue. Splitting up at where the school buses picked up passengers, they parted ways to go home.  

Other than the anticipated question about homework from Krystal, which Jasmine got to answer no, time passed quietly for her once she got to her room. She spent this time coloring in the second copy of the sketch after deciding that she could just run off another copy for Liliana, if needed. 
Dinner came and with just her father and sister present, there was nothing remarkable to the meal or the discussion at the table. So, she was able to bathe and get ready for bed a little earlier.  
The whole day was like the calm before the storm.

Life is but a waking dream. 

What if dreams are real? You dream you are someone else, but in truth, you are living one of your other lives when you dream.  Then in that case, which one is the real you?

Jasmine is an ordinary teenage girl. Not very religious, not very academically inclined. In fact, her only talent seems to be  an overactive imagination and the arts. Yet, is it really her imagination gone wild or are her dreams seem a little too vivid and coincidental?

Dreams of a celestial war between angels and demons that seem to be around the time before Lucifer's fall from heaven are just some of the things she experiences. There are also the dreams of dragons, magic and unknown worlds, but when tragedy strikes and she finds herself in the form of Japanese shrine maiden who has been dreaming of her life and shares some of the same dreams that she has had.... wait a minute, what is going on here?

A tall blond man in 30s walked up to a girl in a blue shirt and beige shorts who was coloring her book in the lawn and tapped on her shoulder.
 
"Hey sweetie."
 
The girl looked up and smiled at the blond man.
 
"Hi, Uncle Logan." she said while smiling wide.
 
"Mind if I ask you, have you seen John anywhere?" Mr Logan smiled at her while waiting for her answer.
 
"John? I thought he went inside the house." she pointed at the entrance of the door which was their house.
 
"He did? I thought he was with you. Anyway, I will go and look for him then." he rubbed her head and was about to walk into the house when the little girl called for him.
 
"Why are you looking for him?" she asked him curiously while her right hand played over the red colored pencil.
 
"I have an errand for him, sweetheart. Tell him that I'm looking for him. Will you?" he winked at her.
 
"What's in it for me?" she asked back while tilting her head to the side.

"What do you need?" he asked.

"Something sweet, yummy and delicious." she smirked at him.
 
"I'll buy you your favorite flavor in Baskin-Robbins." he said as his right fingers rubbed his chin.
 
"Deal." she said and she continued back doing her coloring.
 
Time passed by as she finished coloring a picture. Flipping through a few pages, she kept wondering if she could finish up the rest of the pages. As she sat, her mind went blank and nothing came into her head. Not long later, a boy was seen sneaking at a nearby bush and was observing the girl at the lawn. His lips turned into a small smile while his eyes followed her every movement. Slowly sneaking out from the bushes, he slowly creeped behind the small girl and waited for the right timing. After a short moment waiting, he took out a horn and slowly placed near to her ear but trying to avoid from her noticing he's there.
 
Holding on his breath, he counted till three and pressed the horn as long as he could. Due to the sudden loud horn, the girl was taken by surprise when the side she was coloring in the book became a line. She held closed her ears and stood up looking in shock at who might be doing something crazy like this. She turned to the person who does it and looked at him in disbelieve. Her ears still was blocked by the deafening sound but she could not believe what had happened a moment ago. Once her ears slowly calmed down a little, she looked straight at him.
 
"YOU!" she shouted as she pointed her finger at him while her left hand was covering her left ear as it was still ringing loud inside. Though the horn has stopped, the sound was still there.
 
"This is a payback for telling dad on me." he showed his tongue out and started to laugh at her.

"Do you think this is funny?" she was almost in tears because it was painful but then she held in.

"When I look at you, it is funny." she laughed.
 
"My ears. I can't hear properly." her ears was still ringing as she slowly rubbed the hole.
 
"Serve you right." and laughed again at her.
 
He laughed till he fell on his ass but that didn't stop him from laughing. She could not take it any longer at his mischief, she stood up and looked at him in anger. Her both hand wrapped into a fist as she stared him down.
 
"You rascal!" she screamed and dashed towards him.
 
Realizing the girl was running fast towards him, he quickly stood up and ran away but at one point he tripped and fell. This was an advantage to the girl to catch over him. Unable to hold her anger, she started to pull his hair leading him to scream in pain. Pulling him closer to her, she waved her right hand and punched him at his face. Though blood was not see, the punch was still a hard one.

Both their parents who were sitting in the living room, while having a chat was taken back with the scream and ran out to see what was going on. Reaching the lawn, they stood stunned. The mothers wanted to stop the fight but the fathers signed them not to interrupt as they felt it was amusing.
 
"Honey, we need to stop them." said the girl's mother to her husband.
 
"Lets see how strong is she in fighting." he said.
 
"She is strong. Your daughter definitely will be a fighter." said Mr Logan.
 
"Enough. I give up. I am sorry." the boy begged her while holding on to her hand, trying to prevent her from pulling harder. Still, she was not satisfied in what he was telling her.
 
"You're a liar!" she screamed.
 
Knowing there's no escape, he quickly pushed her down and stood up. He moved away a little and kept apologizing to her. Still, it was obvious she isn't going to let it go.

"I'm sorry. Really, I'm very sorry about what I did to you." he repeatedly said to her.
 
"I don't trust your sorry. You always do this to me." she stood up.
 
With anger, she wanted to hit him again but her eyes caught on to a hose which was just at the side of the lawn. Without wasting a moment, she ran over to the hose. Opened the tap and started to sprinkle at the boy. It took a few seconds for him to realize he was soaking wet. Quickly, he ran to his parents which left them speechless. Looking strongly at where the hose was moving, he quickly starts to run away from them because the water was directing towards his direction.
 
The girl's father, Mr Henry knew this was going to be a mess, tried to get close to his daughter but she sprinkled on him knowing she will be caught. As the boy slowly tried to sneak behind her, he quickly grabbed onto her hip, making her to leave the hose while trying to free her from the grip.
 
"Let me go!"
 
"I said I'm sorry. You made us all wet." the boy tried to talk to her.
 
She stopped moving and looked around her to realize everyone was wet. She turned to him and stared at him. He stopped moving a moment and wondered what was she thinking before he felt himself being pushed to the ground.
 
"You lost!" she said as she never let go of her sight away from him.
 
Both of them stared at each other and started to laugh. Whereas for both parents who were taken by surprise of the splash, looked at the kids and started to laugh by themselves. Mr Henry chuckled a little and went to both of them. With both hands on his hip, he gave them the angry glare.
 
"What were you both thinking?! Both of you stand up and apologize to each other."
 
"But Uncle Henry, she started it first. She started to hit me." the boy tried to defend himself.
 
"He started it first, dad. He blew the horn right at my ears. It's painful." as she tried to explain her situation.
 
"Enough! Both of you. John, Casey. Apologize to everyone. Now." he said sternly to both of them.
 
They looked at each other but no words came out.
 
"Just because both of you are kids, that does not mean I can let you off this easily." Mr Henry said that once again.
 
Both of them looked at everyone and sighed.
 
"We're sorry." they said as their eyes shifted from their parents to  the ground.
 
"That's much more better. Now, both of you off to bath and get change. You are grounded for a week for this." they looked at Mr Henry in a surprise 

"No way?!" they shrieked together but Mr Henry gave then a stern look.

"My answer is final." he said and both of them didn't say another word.
 
They knew Mr Henry meant what he said. They slowly walked back into the house with their heads dropped down. Their mothers followed them to help them get change. Mr Logan went over to Mr Henry and tapped on his shoulder.
 
"You don't have to be stern with them. They're just 8. Weren't we like that when we were kids?" he said.
 
"It's just to make them realize that they will not escape from what they are doing." said Mr Henry
 
"We were worst than this, you know." said Mr Logan as both of them looked at each other.

"Well, the moment we become a parent, things have changed a lot more than we expect." said Mr Henry with a smile.
 
Few seconds passed by, they start to laugh out themselves over the memories they had as children. They sat over at the porch waiting for the rest to take bath and they went in for their.

"Son, you…"


His parents were shocked.


This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.


"Forget it, when a child grows up, they should have their own dreams…"


His father and mother weren't someone from a high-ranking position on Kurama Clan.


Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakening of Kekkei Genkai.


"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"


Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-hearted.


His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."


"I believe that the clan would accept it."


Akabane is very confident about this.


The three of them slowly walked back home.


…


As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continue his comic.


"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"


He immediately cast seals to summon a clone.


"I'll work hard today!"


Akabane chuckled and started coloring the pages from before.


"Oh, that's awesome…"


The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.


Not awe from his coloring but for how he didn't laze after summoning him.


As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.


…



After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.


"Haaah… it's done, up to the next one."


His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.


"With your skill of drawing, then why bother learning about shadow clones? You could finish it by yourself faster.


"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest too."


Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.


…


"[System!]"


He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.


But today, he only gained a slight point.


Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increase his physical strength.


He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.


Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.


Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.


What can he do with that little improvement?


At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.


Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.


Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore his diminished chakra.


The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't sleep after he finished coloring. 


He thought that his original will laze around and leave everything to him so seeing him meditating surprised him a little since  he didn't expect it at all.


He sighed slightly and then kept on working.


Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.


At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.


Of course…


With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.


It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.


"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."


Akabane lies on the bed to recharge his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.


Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.


"Ahh. He's asleep."They Sighed at the same time, and continued to work.


…


On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Arata came to make a report on today's exam.


Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Arata.


After all, there are many details that a chuunin level cannot be seen clearly.


"Ryo will have to be punished as planned. As for the other, they all passed."


Hiruzen Sarutobi said.


"Yes!"


Arata received the order and left the office.


The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.


On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.


In the end, he filled in a name.


"Shimura Danzo."


"Let Danzo come here."


Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.


He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected…"


Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.


"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root training or any other that is related to Anbu."


Hiruzen was very clear about this.


There is no room for mistakes.


"You have nothing to worry about."


Danzo picked up the list.


and said "They are all geniuses. One year is enough."


"As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu." Hiruzen said.


"One year is the same for you."


Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.



I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

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*Disclaimer*
Cover, not mine, found it on net-kun. DM me if the owner wants me to remove it and I will.

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The bell rang dismissing classes for lunch; it woke up Tirza who had been sleeping peacefully and she began to wail. "Poppy! No woud!" Snape was instantly at her side and lifted her from the playpen. "Hush, its okay, daddy's here." Still holding Molly, Tirza cuddled against Snape's chest. "Are you hungry princess?" Tirza nodded enthusiastically. "Ungee! Baby ungee peez!" Snape kissed her head and they left the classroom. Tirza struggled against him and Snape finally set her down and took her hand. Holding Molly by the hair, Tirza toddled along slowly beside him. "It will take us an hour to get there if you don't let me carry you," Snape told her. "No warry," Tirza replied stubbornly. "Professor!" someone shouted behind them. Snape and Tirza both turned to see Draco hurry towards them. "Ducky!" Tirza shouted happily. Snape chuckled as Draco rolled his eyes at his new nickname. "Can I hold her Professor?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Why are suddenly so kind towards my daughter Mr. Malfoy?" Draco shrugged. "Look at her; she's... cute!" Tirza started wiggling and trying to pull her hand free from Snape's. "Ducky warry! Peez!" "Is it alright Professor?" Snape nodded and Draco picked up the wiggling little girl. "Tis Mowy," she said, holding the lion out towards him. "I would refuse if I were you Mr. Malfoy, she's been drooling all over that thing," Snape warned. "No," Draco told her. Tirza wrinkled her little face into a nasty scowl. "Tis Mowy!" she ordered. "Baby kiss Molly," Snape told her. Instantly the scowl was gone, replaced by a smile and Tirza slobbered on the lion's face again. "Cute dress kid," Draco told her as they continued down the hallway. "Baby pwitty," she replied, nodding her head. Even with Tirza being carried, they arrived in the Great Hall as everyone else was already sitting. By now most of the school knew of what happened to Tirza and nearly everyone waved at the adorable little girl. Tirza happily waved back, smacking Draco's face several times in her excitement. "Come on princess, let's go eat," Snape said as he took Tirza from Draco. "Bye ducky!" Tirza yelled loudly. Everyone laughed and pointed at Draco; he cringed. Now everyone would probably start calling him ducky!
"My my, aren't we a fancy baby?" McGonagall greeted Snape and Tirza as they approached the table. "Hello to you as well Minerva," Snape said. "Oh Severus! She's just so very sweet that she completely outshines you!" Snape rolled his eyes. "I need some sort of chair for her to sit in, would you hold her for a moment?" McGonagall nodded and Tirza happily went to her. "You look so pretty, honey, do you know that?" Tirza giggled and pointed to her dress. "Pwintis." McGonagall kissed Tirza's cheek. "Yes you are, you sweet little thing." Tirza leaned over and spotted Dumbledore. "Tanta! Tanta!" She dropped Molly and held her arms out to Albus. The kind old wizard happily took the little baby and sat her on his lap. "Ooh (you) tanta! Tanta pretin (present)?" Albus had no trouble understanding her and nodded. "Just a moment darling and you shall have a present." Tirza clapped her hands and bounced on his lap. Albus took his napkin and folded it into a circle. He took out his wand and Tirza watched him, her dark eyes growing wide. He said a spell and the napkin circle was turned into a glittery pink bracelet; he gently slipped it onto her tiny wrist. Tirza stared at it for a moment, then touched it and giggled! She leaned up and wrapped her arms around Albus' neck and gave him a slobbery kiss. "Tayooh Tanta!" "May I hold you dear?" Sybill Trelawney asked. Tirza peeked around Dumbledore and stared at her. Tirza wrinkled her nose, pointed at Sybill and spit. "NO!" she shouted. Sybill was very insulted and turned away. Flitwick approached Tirza. "How about me? Can I hold you?" Tirza looked at Flitwick's long beard and than at Dumbledore's. "Tanta?" she pointed to Dumbledore. "Tanta?" she pointed to Flitwick. "Pretin tanta?" Flitwick smiled and gathered Tirza in his arms. "Of course you will get another present; pretty little girls must always have many presents." Tirza giggled. Within moments, a napkin was turned into a glittery gold crown that perfectly accented Tirza's dark curls. (Okay people, what is Flitwick's first name? Has it even been mentioned in the books? LOL, so I'm probably idiotic, but forgive me! Have pity on my poor brain!) Just then Hagrid entered the Great Hall and Tirza watched him with wide eyes. "'Cuse me headmaster, had me some trouble with a few of the blast end skrewts (did I spell that right?)." Albus nodded. "Of course; have you met out guest of honor?" Hagrid looked toward Tirza, who was attempting to tell Flitwick to give Molly a crown as well. "Well, if'n it ain't a little princess," Hagrid said, smiling at Tirza. Tirza wrinkled her nose at him for a moment. "Yient! Fee tie ooh tum!" she announced happily. "Ain't you a bright one! Bet you'd like ter come and see me animals?" Tirza's face lit up. "Yamimals?"

"No, she would not," Severus said, coming up behind them. "She will not be playing with any of your animals Hagrid; she'll be staying with me so I can keep an eye on her." He turned to Flitwick, who handed Tirza back to him. "Time to eat now princess." Dumbledore chuckled. "Princess," he said under his breath. Snape noticed the bracelet and crown. "Where did those come from?" Tirza giggled and pointed at Dumbledore. "Tantas!" Snape looked confused. "She thinks Flitwick and I are Santa Clauses; of course we could not disappoint the sweet thing, so we gave her some presents," Dumbledore explained. A house elf suddenly appeared beside Snape. "Kind and wise Dumbledore tell us special food for little missy," the elf explained. "Where little missy?" Snape pointed to Tirza. "Oh, little missy is VERY little missy!" The elf handed the plate to Snape and left. Tirza was now settled into a chair whose arms wrapped around the little girl, gently holding her and the chair was scooted up to the table to serve as a tray. Snape looked over the contents of the plate; peas, a slice of bread cut into tiny pieces, chocolate pudding, and a piece of meat cut very tiny. He nodded, thinking the food would be just fine, and placed the plate in front of her. Tirza looked skeptically at the things on her plate and than looked at Snape, who was eating his own meal, not paying much attention to her. She gingerly picked up a piece of bread and put it in her mouth; she decided that was good and turned to pick up a pea. Tirza's little button nose wrinkled in disgust and she took the pea out of her mouth and set it back on the plate. The meat received the same reaction, but the chocolate pudding passed with flying colors. Tirza stuck her hand in the pudding, than pulled it out and began licking it. After carefully licking her hand, she took another bit of bread. Bread of course is not nearly as exciting as chocolate pudding, so she turned her attention back to that, once again putting her hand in it. McGonagall laughed and nudged Snape. "Look," she told him. Snape looked at his daughter licking pudding form her hand and shook his head. "Tirza, do not do that!" he scolded.

Tirza did not like to be scolded and felt that she could eat her pudding any way she wanted! After all, wasn't she a princess? She stuck her tongue out at Snape and threw a piece of meat at him. "Tirza Jade, you stop that!" She ignored him and turned back to licking her hand; Snape shook his head and decided she really wasn't hurting anyone so he might as well let her be. The pudding soon was gone; a majority of it made it inside her mouth, but some ended up smeared all over her face as well as the table cloth. Tirza looked at the food left on her plate and giggled. She grabbed as many peas as her tiny hands could and began smearing them on the table cloth. She giggled at the "paint" and used her finger to draw in the mess of peas and pudding. After creating a masterpiece she reached for more peas and this time threw them at Snape, giggling. They didn't go as far as she hoped and she angrily threw her plate at him, which went much farther and smacked Snape's head. "Bloody hell!" he swore loudly. Tirza giggled. "Wody hell!" she repeated. Snape rolled his eyes. 'Probably how it all started the first time,' he though. "Wody hell!" she yelled and giggled. "Wody hell!" "I've created a monster," Snape moaned to McGonagall. McGonagall could only laugh at the chocolate and green mess that covered Tirza as well as part of the table. "Tirza, you will not throw food!" Snape scolded. She scowled at him and threw a nearby piece of bread at him. "Wody hell!" she shouted triumphantly. "I mean it young lady," Snape said, his temper rising. She continued to fling bread slices at him and the rest of the staff offered absolutely no help; they were enjoying it too much to be of help! Tirza giggled at the scowl on Snape's face. Snape was not amused and grabbed both her hands and looked her in the eye. "Tirza Jade Snape, no throwing food!" he shouted. "Wody hell! Tupid poppy!" she yelled, a scowl matching his own on her face. "Tupid poppy!" Snape was speechless for a moment; had she really just called him stupid? In front of the whole school? "Tupid tupid tupid wody hell!" she repeated. Snape said the spell to release the chairs arms form holding her and grabbed Tirza. "Lunch is over young lady!" She started kicking and screaming as he carried her towards the door of the Great Hall. Snape carried her kicking and screaming all the way to his chambers.

Snape was in the bathroom, the water running, attempting to wash Tirza's face when there was a knock on the door. Not in the mood and rather busy at the moment to get up and open the door, he called for the person to come in. Tirza continued to scream as he tried to wash her little face. "Almost sounds like you're murdering her Professor." Snape looked behind him and saw Hermione. "Miss Granger, what is it you need?" She shook her head. "Tirza dropped her lion and I thought she might want it." Tirza continued to wiggle and scream and Snape was getting another headache. "Um would you like some help?" Hermione asked. Snape nodded and handed the messy baby to her. Hermione sat down and took the washcloth from Snape and gently pulled Tirza onto her lap. "This is the way we wash our face, wash our face, wash our face," Hermione sang softly. She alternated gently wiping Tirza's little face and tickling her tummy. Snape watched the whole procedure wondering why Tirza would sit still and be quiet for her and not for him. Several minutes later, Tirza's face was clean; Hermione kissed her clean cheek and stood up. "She needs to be changed," she told Snape. "I know, I'll go get another outfit." Hermione shook her head. "Not just that, her nappy needs to be changed." Snape cringed and Hermione laughed. "You touch leeches and dead spiders; a nappy isn't bad compared to that." Snape highly doubted it; he carried Tirza into her room and wondered what to do next. "You've never changed a nappy, have you?" "Aren't you a bright one," Snape sneered. Hermione ignored his comment; even if he was nasty and deserved to have a big messy nappy; Hermione cared about Tirza and wouldn't let Snape's uncertainty make her miserable. "Here, I'll show you," Hermione said. Snape handed Tirza to her. "I'll need another nappy, a pin, a cloth and several wipes," she instructed. Snape nodded and found the requested items. Hermione spread the old towel he had given her on the floor and laid Tirza on top of it. Within minutes, Tirza's messy nappy had been replaced by a fresh one that Hermione pinned securely with a large safety pin. Snape had watched the process with a look of sheer horror on his face. "That is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen. I cannot believe a person has to do that." Hermione laughed. "You get used to it eventually. Anyways, I am going to wash my hands and than go to my next class." Snape nodded. "Thank you for your help," he choked out. Hermione nodded and headed for the bathroom. Snape looked at Tirza, who was now sitting up in her messy dress. "You certainly had fun, I'm sure." Tirza giggled and Snape began to unbutton her dress. "I feel bad for the house elf that has to clean that," he said as he threw it into the hamper. Tirza now sat on his lap in nothing but a nappy, smiling at him. Snape smiled back; he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so young or so happy. It surprised him the way he was actually enjoying two-year-old Tirza. 'How unfortunate it that it has to wear off,' he thought.

Tirza was once again sitting in her playpen in Snape's classroom. The students were diligently working on their studies and her father was sitting at his desk, correcting papers as usual. Now clad in a blue sundress that featured a large image of Tigger and Pooh on the front and a white sweater to keep her warm; Tirza picked up the blue crayon. "Boo," she said to herself. She looked at the crayon and than at her dress, her little mind registering the fact that they were the same color. "Poppy ook!" Snape glanced over in her direction. Tirza held up a blue crayon. "Boo!" she announced, than pointed to her dress. "Boo!" Snape smiled. "Yes, your crayon and your dress are both blue; what a smart baby!" Tirza giggled and turned her attention to her coloring book, attacking it once again. She happily scribbled a page with the blue crayon and grabbed the yellow one next, adding even more scribbles to the page. "Pwitty," she announced. Tirza ripped the page out of her book and picked the green crayon and attacked the next page. Snape was relieved that for the moment she seemed occupied; she was fun, but she was a lot a lot of work! He kept his attention on grading as Tirza continued to attack pages and than rip them from the book. After scribbling and tearing out nearly ten pages, Tirza was bored with her Winnie the Pooh coloring book. Her dark eyes caught sight of the rows of books on the shelves next to her playpen, her curiosity peaked. Standing in the playpen on her little tip toes; she stretched her chubby little arms towards the bookcase and grabbed the first book that she could reach. She giggled and let the book fall inside her playpen and reached for another, and another, and another. After four books fell into her playpen, Tirza sat back down and struggled to pull the first heavy book over to her. She opened the hard cover and carelessly pushed the pages; several pages were smudged, bent or ripped by the time she stopped. She grabbed her green crayon and began to draw on the page; sure the book had no pictures, but that didn't matter because she could add her own! When finished with that page, she ripped it out as she had done with the others and turned to another, choosing the pink crayon. This time she left the page in the book and attacked another with the gold crayon, giggling all the while. Snape continued to pay attention to his papers, completely oblivious that Tirza was coloring and ripping pages from his precious potion books.

Tirza was on the third book before anyone noticed that she was no longer playing with her coloring book. "Um Professor?" a first year Ravenclaw said, raising her hand. Snape looked up and the girl continued. "I think the baby's coloring in your books." Snape quickly strode to Tirza's playpen; sure enough colored pages of potion books were strewn around the playpen. Snape stood there for a moment, his eyes closed, trying VERY hard to control himself. He loved his books; they were almost as precious to him as his cauldrons! "Poppy," Tirza said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Tirza held out a page about truth potions that was now decorated in black crayon. Snape grabbed the page from her and gathered her crayons and any pages in the playpen. "My books, ruined," he moaned. Most of the students rolled their eyes; to them, the books were just books. "You do NOT PLAY with my BOOKS!" he shouted. Tirza's lower lip began to quiver and her eyes welled up with tears and she began to cry. The girls in the class shot nasty looks at Snape behind his back; it was bad enough that he was mean to them, let alone a little baby! Tirza curled into a ball and sobbed; all of Snape's anger and frustration melted away at her heart wrenching sobs. After all, they were just books. She struggled as he lifted her out of the playpen, slapping at him with little balled up fists. He gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. "Ooh mwean! Ooh woud," she sobbed into his shoulder. Snape sat at his desk and kissed her head. "I'm sorry I was loud sweetheart." She looked up at him, tears running down her face. "Baby tupid?" she asked. He gently wiped her face and kissed her cheek. "No, baby is not stupid. It is bad though to ruin daddy's books." Tirza looked very confused. "Baby bad?" she started to cry again and Snape tried to think of a better way to explain it. He tipped her chin up and wiped her face again. "You're a good girl Tirza, but no books, alright?" She stopped crying and wiped her nose on Snape's robe; he inwardly grimaced but said nothing. "Pway dig tooks?" she innocently asked. Snape shook his head. "No, no books." Tirza nodded. "Dood baby?" Snape hugged her tight. "Yes, you are a good baby." Tirza wrapped her little arms around his neck. "Wuv ooh poppy," she told him. Snape smiled and cuddled her close. "I love you too."

"Hahaha, EZ!"


A young man laughs, looking at the screen of his computer, and typing.


"G-E-T-R-E-K-T.."


A snicker escapes his mouth as he's smiling from whatever the screen shows him.


*Ring~!*


The phone beside him vibrates, singing a melodic song.


He takes his eyes away from the screen and glances at the phone, grabbing it and answer the call.


"Hey, Goth! You call right on time!"


He speaks to the person on the line named "Goth." His face display excitement as his voice mimic it.


"I must tell you that if you keep that toxic behavior of your going on, either you get a perma-ban or not, our guild is going down."


The synthesized voice reply through the phone, warning him about his recent activities.


"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! I know!"


"In the end, It's them who starting first! No matter how many losses they get, they still don't learn their place!"


He says, standing from his comfy gaming chair and walk around in his room.


"Yes, but couldn't you just mute their chat?"


"It's better hearing the peaceful silence than the dog's barking."


Goth's voice sound concern as he suggests a better way out for him.


"Nah, man. You know, I love reading the reaction, especially when It's from The Golden-Spoon 7th."


"Okay, Okay! Off with the nonsense. I've called you because I have urgent information to inform you about the big league, starting this November."


His eyes fill with sparkle, anticipating the news.


"In the participant list, our guild, The Brewing Good Old Time, is on the list."


"And the top notable fight of this year is..."


"Is?"


Goth drags his voices, exciting him up.


"It's Shelby of TBGOT versus Gordon of TGS7!"


"Yeah! The year I've been waiting for is coming!"


"The day I'll kick Gordon's ass!"


Shelby- a young man in his early twenty and a full-time pro-gamer of the popular ongoing MMORPG, The Lunes', is at the top among the billion.


For Shelby to become the best among the billion, he has invested countless times, training.


And spend his fortune to gains his strength.


Shelby participates in countless competitions throughout the game's lifetime, winning most of them, and is revered as the best player of Lunes'.


"Glad they listened to your whining, Shelby."


"Well, that Gordon guy is expecting this as well since he's been topping up a lot lately."


Shelby jumps onto his bed, laying down on his back with a smile on his face, speaking to Goth.


"Haha! Don't worry, friend! I'm a light year ahead of that guy."


Shelby looks to the left, where there is a picture of a girl in a maid's outfit is singing on the stage, smiling sweetly.


"Don't you dare overestimate that Gordon guy! He's a loaded bastard, and who knows what other than money that he doesn't lack?"


Shelby chuckles.


"Still, he doesn't have the blessing of my dear Noki~!"


Here is Shelby- apart from a young man in his early twenty and a full-time pro-gamer, he's a part-time otaku and a loyal fan of Noki, the rising idol of the decade.


Other than spending his time playing Lunes', he's spending his time training his voice, singing along Noki as she lives.


And as a loyal fan, Shelby never misses any of her shows, from the live performance to her cooking class that lives only on mobile devices.


Shelby shapes himself to be the ideal person that Noki likes. A man who can cook, clean, and is funny is what she describe in one of her Q/A.


"Right, Noki-chan's blessing is op."


"The last time you've taken a photo with her make us a champion of the last year."


Goth laughs, talking about the event from the past.


"Hey, by the way, Goth."


Shelby sits upright, asking Goth.


"Yea?"


"Today, I'll be online a little too late, around midnight. I have to attend Noki-chan's cooking class and doing some stuff."


"Jeez... Alright, Take care then, Shelby."


"Yea, see you later, friend."


Shelby ends his conversation with Goth, getting off from his bed.


He looks at his phone's screen, seeing the time displayed.


" Already 4:11 pm? Damn, time does fly fast."


He walks to the door, twists the knob, and gets out of his room.


Shelby gets down a stair and is on the first floor of his house, heading to the living room.


"Noki-chan's class is about to live any second now~! I can't wait!"


He grabs earphones and plugs them into his ears.


*Ring~!*


His phone vibrates again as the notification that states, "Noki♪ cooking class is live now! Come and join her in making a masterpiece!"


Shelby taps the notification without hesitation, joining the show as the first person.


"Hi! Hi! Noki-Doki's here! Greeting every Pokies for attending the class!"


A 3-dimensional girl with turquoise hair and matching eyes, giving the attendee a radiant smile and waving at them.


"Hehe! Thanks, Mr. Shelubi, for his diligence, attending at the first person as always!"


Shelby bites his lips, trying to contain himself.


He taps and sends a heart into the chat.


"♥"


***


Right now, with over thirty-thousands attendees, Noki is wholeheartedly teaching them to cook a four colored cake called, The Pokies's power!


"Here! At this part, Pokies must carefully measure the amount of the food coloring. If too little, the color will be faint and vibrant! But if too much, the color will be too saturated!."


Noki expresses her worries while she's whipping the ingredients, mixing them together before take the pink food coloring and pour a single drop into the mixing.


Shelby's carefully follow her instructions, whipping the cream together, only that he's not using the pink but blue coloring.


"See? It's just brightly pink, not too faint and too saturated. "


"One done, three left! What do Pokies think about what color Noki-Doki should use? Let me know below~!"


"Yellow!"


"Red!"


"Green and purple!'


"Baby blue is best with pink!"


The chat is flooding with various ideas and comments for the color.


***


Time goes by and half an hour passed by in a blink of an eye.


"Is anyone finishes yet? For Noki-Dokis' is done, and now I'm taking it out from the oven for everyone to see~!"


Noki put on a pair of cute baby blue baking gloves in her hand and taking the colorful cake out from the oven.


"Tadah~! How was Noki-Doki's skill? Comment down below, Pokies!"


The cake fit its name as The Pokies's power since it represents her fan's idea.


On the table is the cake baked by her, made of four colors, pink, green, orange, and blue.


Noki starts decorate it with various fruit and sweet of the four colors. There are strawberry, matcha powder, orange, and blueberries.


"Great work, my Noki~!"


"Look tasty!"


"Here's my ♥"


"I would like to buy the Noki-Doki's hand-crafted cake!"


While the chat is busing praising her cake, Shelby casually takes his version of cake out from the oven.


"W-What is this c-crap I've made?!"


The cake he made is poorly colored, each color mixed with one another, resulting in becoming gray.


He places it down on the table and looks at Noki's cake.


"How can it be? I follow her instruction correctly and without any mistake!"


He looks around in the kitchen.


"I remember using this blue food coloring..."


He found the bottle of blue food coloring.


He examines it closely, but when he turns it around, he finds something that surprises him.


"A-A nail paint?! A nail paint!!!!"


His eyes almost pop out from its socket when he learns of its true identity.


An image of his mother comes into his mind, revealing her cooking the breakfast while watching the video on "how to polish one's nail."


And then she mistook the 'real' food coloring for her nail paint and taking it with her after cooked her breakfast.


"A-And this nail coloring? No-scent, chemical-free?"


"That's the reason why I don't notice the smell. It has no smell!"


"C-Curse you, Mother!"


His voice echoes through his house.


Shelby is the type that could mistake the poison for a cure. He is careless.


***


"It seems like that Noki-Doki's time is out, thanks to all Pokies attending Noki-Doki's class today!"


"Before we're parting, Noki-Doki is proud to announce that, in this year competition of Lunes' that held in November. Noki-Doki will be performing a live show as the special guest of the event!"


"Also, Noki-Doki will be performing a new single! Be sure to book a ticket before it's running out!"


Shelby's ear twitches as he heard what's she said.


"Goodbye! See you next weekend, Pokies!"


The show comes to an end with Noki's farewell to the viewers.


It's a short time, but it restores people's spirit by enormous amounts. Look at Shelby as an example.


"She's performing for this year's competition?! The official doesn't talk about this?"


He forgets the cake and throws it in the trash as it's uneatable.


He opens the browser and looks at Lunes' official website for the topic regarding Noki.


"Yeah, I'm sure they keep their lip tight is intentional."


"Anyway! This year is a good year for me! Kicking Gordon's ass, and enjoy Noki's performance for free!"


"I must tell Goth about this..."


Shelby type Goth's contract and calls him.


The two talked about the topic regarding Noki and her appearance at the competition.


"Yeah, see you!"


He looks at the time displayed on his phone's screen and sees that it's now 7:39 pm, just right on time for his mother to come ho-


*Knock!*


"Shelby! I'm home!"


The door smashes open as Shelby's mother steps into the house with a smile on her face.


"And I've bought you your favorite snack!"


Shelby follows her voice and walks into the living room, where she's carrying a basket filled with stuff.


"What is it, mother?"


He takes the basket, helping her carry the stuff.


"Haha, I'll cook dinner, and you'll see."


Shelby curls his brows.


"So early? Dad is not even home yet, mother."


"Hmm? Oh, about that."


"Your old man is staying late for an OT."


Shelby's family consisted of three, his mother, his father, and Shelby.


They're not wealthy, but they live happily nonetheless.


His father owned a business that works for the video game giant, The Elek-trick Artist.


And his mother is a chef of a local restaurant that surprised Morton Lamby once, the world-renown chef, making him praises her for her cooking skill.


"Oh! I forget to buy some milk!"


His mother opens the fridge and surprises to see no milk.


"Shelby, could you go and fetch me two cartons? I'll give you 10$ as a walking fee."


"Okay, mom!"


Usually, Shelby will outright refuse to do it, but if there's a reward as an exchange, he'll do it no matter what.


****


Shelby walks out of his house and along the street, listening to Noki's song, Shining bright and brighter.

♪♪♪

He made it to the grocery store located inside the park.


*Dee, toot!*


The door slides open for him as the sensor detects his presence.


"Ah, 812 welcome you."


The store's clerk drowsily greets him with half-closed eyes.


He takes a basket and looks for the milk.


He finds them in the fridge and takes two cartons into the basket.


He glances at the green can in the left corner of his eyes, a Devil energy drink.


For a gamer who like to stay late into the night, this is essential.


He takes two cans before walking back to the counter to checkout but grabbing some snacks along the way.


"12$ Do you want these? Two for one price."


The clerk suggests a promotion, but Shelby declines it with a wave.


The stuff is packed into a plastic bag as Shelby pays the money.


He grabs the bag and left the store.


♪♪♪


While walking along the trail, Shelby takes a break and resting on a bench.


He looks at the sky. The star reminds him of the song he's listening to right now.


Shelby looks around for people before starts singing along while looking at the stary night.


♪♪♪


The star in the sky starts to shine brighter and brighter.


Shelby realizes something weird and stops singing. Only that's it's too late.


The star reveals to be falling, and it's aiming at Shelby.


The song is at its last chorus as the star hits the ground, obliterates everything around.


*Booom!*


Shelby dies, obliterates by a meteor.


***


Shelby's POV


"Shine brighter, brighter!" was the last thing I heard before it comes crashing on me...


While I'm thinking about it, I feel a sense of jubilation, sadness, and guilt?


Did I die?


That's means I'm missing the chance to kick Gordon's ass forever?! And Noki's performance?!


I could cry, but I couldn't feel anything.


I can't breathe, but I don't feel suffocated.


I can see only the darkness that surrounds me.


"I see. lets me give you an offer."


The voice of a woman echos in this empty space, coming from all the places.


Hello? Who is it? Is it the goddess just like some manga?


"Haha, the mortals even have the records about our existence? Interesting."


She chuckles softly.


Huh? Did she hear me?


"Anyway, you just died, and it's intentional."


W-What?!


I'm not surprised that I'm dead, but it's intentional?!


"We've been observing you throughout your whole life and have made the decision."


"We saw your potential, and you are an important person for our plan."


Then an image of a blonde girl in a white dress appears before my eyes.


She looks at me with her black eyes, captivating me with them.


"I'm sorry to kill you in such a way, but the tune you listened to got me emotional, and I unconsciously bought down a star on you."


She fidgetings, adverting her gaze away.


"I plan to make you stumble an air and fall head-first into the bathtub then drown to death..."


Eww? T-That's painful.


Anyway! Now I know why It's intentional.


At least, getting squashed by a meteor is not painful at all, not at all.


"Okay, let get to the point. I come to give you an offer, an offer that you will not decline!"


Okay, please revive me and go away!


"No! That won't do!"


Why? You killed me! An innocent person!


You rob me of the happiness that yet to come!


"Hoho?"


She smirks and places her hand under her chin.


"You want to live? Okay, I can give you that only if you listen to what I'm going to tell you first."


Okay.


"I want- No, We want you to save our world from the tyrant demon king who is currently gathering his force, preparing for the world domination."


Well, that sounds like the most protagonist in this kind of genre is dealing with, fighting with the demon king.


"After you've defeated the demon king, the god will send you back in time prior to this moment."


She walks around back and forth, explaining to me.


Why should I do that? There are more people suitable for this task more than me.


I'm not the trained soldier nor the strongest person. Why I'm your only choice?


"Again, as I said. We've been observing you throughout your lifetime and have decided that that person will be you."


"A-And..."


I focus my non-existed ocular power and glare at her.


Somehow she notices it and stager for a moment before continuing.


"W-With my power... S-Sending you back right now is impossible."


Okayyyy?


Huh?


WHAT?!


She covers her ears.


"I'm sorry! But my mana is depleted from summoning the star on you!"


"T-The only way for you to go back is to defeat the demon kin-"


No!


I don't want to!


Why?


"P-Please! Our world needs your help! If I let this continue, our world, and soon yours, will be ruin!"


I could only hear the first two sentences.


She extends her hand forward to me, looking at me with teary eyes.


"B-Beside! The time in your world will be freeze and will continue once you're back!"


She taps the air, making the golden transparent panel that floats between us.


"Think of it as a vacation to another world that you wish one day you'd be there."


There is an image of a beautiful seaside, forest, and snowy mountain are showing on the panel.


"Beautiful, isn't it? Our beautiful world's natural wonders, but these may no longer exist without your help."


S-So she's saying these are the samples of the places from her world?


"Well, I don't know what you mean by "Isekai" or "Manga", but I do understand you have the wish to visit the world beyond your reality."


Y-Yeah, she observed my whole life, and I literally once have that wish.


"How was it?"


She looks at me, smiling softly.


Okay, now, that doesn't sound half bad. I'm dead, but no at the same time.


"That's right~"


She nods.


I could still be there for an event, complete with Gordon, witness Noki's performance, and back home safe and sound.


Also, I get to have the chance to witness the world beyond that I could only imagine.


Most young men like me have a similar dream.


Okay, brief me more.


"I see you make up your mind."


She smiles.


"From now, my name is Vivi. I'll be your guide and help with your task."


The girl introduces herself.


"Okay, I'll tell you about our "problem."


"The world of Celle, filled with magic and mythical creatures, and a variety of races, is your destination."


"And from our observation, we see that you have a long time experience over the year of fighting the monsters and alike though the magical device you called, Computer."


I like the fact that being good at Lune will do me something good.


Now I'm not regretted spent my time training.


"There, on Celle, our god has created a weapon to defeat the demon king, but it appears that the weapon is lost, and the demon king is aware of the situation, so he's preparing for the world domination!"


"And that including, taking his ambitious plan beyond Celle as well."


W-What that mean?


"It means that's the demon king may invade another world."


H-He can traverse through space?


I'm genuinely surprised as I raise my audible-thought high.


This setting is too bizarre! The demon king who know of space voyage an-


"N-No, no, no! It's the use of dimensional magic!"


Vivi waves her hand and sweats, explaining the truth.


Oh, so that's how he goes around?


"Yes, It requires a certain degree of strength and mana before traveling to a different dimension, but doing that makes you weaker since some of your strength is spend for the magic itself."


I-It sound complicates, but I don't think that's matter right now.


"Y-Yes. Ahem! Let's get back to our topic."


"The demon king, his lair is located in the Baltik, deep within the demon territory."


Hahaha, you make it like I know where that is.


"Oh! I completely forget about that."


She rubs her head and blinks at me.


"Don't worry, I, as your guide, will do my job."


"Anyway, we're against the time. I will explain more to you as we go on."


She turns her back to me, looking past her shoulder with a smile.


"Are you ready to depart, our savior?"


Yeah! This forceful vacation to another world of mine, a place that I'm unwilling to go, but I'm excited to see what is beyond the pages with my own eyes.


It's starting as Vivi's hands glow golden yellow, writing the strange scriptures on the air.


"Here we go!"


The light pours in from the gap created by Vivi, blinding me with eternal white.


And this is how a side quest that is not meant to do is to start.

"Hey! Make that dish again! I'm not satisfied yet."
This man is the master of this house, and my employer is infamous, "The Monstrous Duke".

He is known for his cruelty and abnormally strength that even the monster fears him.

He is the person who kills anyone without remorse and is not hesitate to do so.

I, a pro-gamer, who got transported to this fantasy world filled with magic, turned into a girl by the goddess, on a mission to save this world from Its destruction, somehow ended up working as a maid for this man.

His first impression fits his notorious title, "The Monstrous Duke" very well.

The first time we met, he's pointing his sword at my throat!

And right now, he's sitting impatiently, demanding more food?

Hah, while the world is going down, I'm stuck here with this child in a man's body, cooking him a meal.

The next three days were pretty much the same. Ziv woke up in his two bodies. Ate breakfast with Rai and then left for school. At school he would go through the lessons and do what he was supposed to quickly and efficiently. He didn't care about hiding who he was out of fear that people would look at the girls differently. He would just spend all of his free time drawing and reading. He distracted himself from anything that might make him feel negative emotions.
 
Well during the breaks Korral came back over to Ziv, during the break. At first she started drawing in the seat next to Yyella not talking, just coloring and taking peeks at what Yyella did. The next day she asked Illen's name and Yyella wrote it down for her to read it. Korral found it difficult to pronounce Illen's name compared to Yyella for whatever reason. Though as Ziv thinks back, the teacher did say Yyella's name a few times. But at the end of that day when Rai came to pick the girls up, she overheard Illen's name. So she was able to speak it clearly the next day. Korral is a fast learner or is just observant.
 
Then Friday rolled around.
 
"Illen do you want to do something with Yyella on Sunday?"
 
Rai asked Illen for her opinion. To which Illen and Yyella have proven the other day at the behest of their teacher proving Ziv's knowledge of the written language. Thankfully that made Rai less worried now that the girls were able to communicate. Yyella already had a notebook for drawing, so another, smaller, notebook was bought for Illen. It would allow her to write out answers.
 
Now Illen and Yyella were separated, within range, so Jalin also asked Yyella the same thing. Why they asked Ziv with the girls separated confused him, but he answered the same with both girls.
 
[Park]
 
Honestly he wanted to go out and walk around nature. Relax and read in the fresh warm air outside.
 
---
 
Sunday arrived after a day of lazing around watching more Sparkling Gate with the adults. Bern was much more subdued yesterday from work, but today that wasn't the case.
 
Ziv woke up that morning to three individuals standing in his room. Rai, Jalin and Bern all jumping around singing happy birthday. Bern made his presence more noticeable than ever as he started dancing. Everyone just stared at him.
 
"Happy birthday girls!"
 
Their beds had been pushed together since Ziv's crisis so he wouldn't be away from his bodies. So at the end of their beds the adults stood. Jalin was carrying two boxes, one in each hand. In the middle between Bern and Jalin stood Rai holding a cake with candles and a big five on top in pink and white frosting.
 
Ziv actually had never seen a cake before, but he read about it many times. It was something he was looking forward to and today was that day! So Ziv had Yyella express her excitement in a similar manner to Bern, while Illen was more subdued as Ziv was when it was his birthday with his family.
 
Rai lowered the cake and gestured for the girls to crawl to the edge of the bed.
 
"Illen and Yyella, how about you two blow out the candles at the same time?"
 
Ziv nodded excitedly and moved over to the edge of the bed. At the same time both girls blew out the candles. Ziv wished Illen and Yyella a happy birthday wherever they were. He also said a thank you and goodbye to his mom and dad. At the same time wishing that Rai's parents were doing well. Regardless of where they were, whoever was connected to him, he gave them a big smile in hopes to make them proud.
 
Bern grabbed a few chairs and brought them in for the adults to sit on. Rai cut and plated the cake and handed them out to everyone. Jalin, in the meantime, handed a box to each girl. Getting the ok, Ziv opened each one.
 
Yyella got a set of glitter markers, sketchbooks, more colored pencils, and a coloring book. Ziv was actually happy about this. He was slowly getting better at drawing and he enjoyed coloring at the school. It's a gift that was given with care for Yyella and Ziv acknowledged their efforts with a hug.
 
Illen opened her box to find a 'tech pad'. It wasn't actually a tech pad, but it was similar to the smart phones they used but a bit bigger. Ziv wasn't entirely happy to find out the reason for this gift was that books were expensive to buy physical copies, but he was aware how expensive they were. When he researched the technology over the past few days, this wasn't something you would buy for a kid, but they must have seen how engrossed he was in books that they got him one anyway. Without hesitation he ran over and hugged the adults.
 
They ate their cake and then started to leave the house.
 
---
 
It wasn't the type of park that Ziv imagined. The place they went had an area of sand and slides. Kids were swinging on the playground. Laughing and yelling consumed any relaxation that Ziv wanted. But looking at his family and seeing their smiles, he decided to go with it and enjoy it.
 
The first thing Ziv tried were the slides. The feeling of letting gravity take him down in a controlled spiral on the plastic tubing, was exhilarating. After a few rounds of that on different slides, Ziv found his way over to Rai and Jalin. Jalin was on the swing as Rai pushed her on the swing softly. Jalin quickly jumped off after seeing the twins.
 
"There are my two muffins! Aunty Jalin and your big brother will push you on the swings!"
 
She made a big scene that was quickly drowned out by the continuous laughter and yelling of the children that roamed around.
 
There was a bit of fear that Ziv felt being pushed on the swing. The height and speed increased, but Jalin and Rai must have noticed so they slowed down. It was enjoyable, but Ziv made sure to hang on as best he could.
 
Eventually, lunch time arrived. The girls were led over to Bern. He was at some cooking site with a table. He was grilling different meats and veggies. They took their time eating and enjoying the food. They thanked Bern at the end.
 
 
"Girls come over here and let me put some sunscreen on."
 
That was a new term for Ziv. Regardless he went over to Jalin and she put a cream on the girl's skin. Ziv was questioning what it was as Jalin answered that it was to protect from the sun. He did notice that the sun was shining much brighter now, as the clouds were covering it earlier.
 
Then they played with a frisbee. Passing it to each other out in the field near the park. It was great and Ziv was having a blast. It was the best birthday he ever had, even if it wasn't 'his' own.
 
---
 
On their way home for the day, Ziv was out like a light. Rai was driving, Bern next to him and Jalin and the girls in the back. They had a quiet conversation as they drove.
 
"You think they had fun?"
 
Bern wasn't playing around earlier as he was cooking. Sure they played around, but he was still curious as to what the other two noticed.
 
"Of course they had fun. They must be so tired from all the running around."
 
Hugging them close, Jalin answered back. She was pretty tired herself, so she was nodding off.
 
"They really needed that. Going outside and having fun like a normal kid. I think they… are doing better."
 
Even though Rai was driving, he took a moment to look at his sisters in the back. He noticed that they had been trying to help him rather than asking for help themselves. He wanted to do something for them and their birthday was the perfect excuse to take a day off work and have fun.
 
"I won't be staying the night. I'm going to head home."
 
Bern knew he had a long day of work ahead of him so he thought it was best to leave early for the night. Sure he would have liked to help clean up and take care of Illen and Yyella, but the other two would be alright.
 
"Rai, I'll get them cleaned up and in bed. I got tomorrow off, so I can stay over."
 
"Thank you Jalin. I clean up and head to bed. And Bern, thank you for coming along with us! Your ability to grill still amazes me, thanks man."
 
---
 
Monday came around and three girls sat at a table in a sea of hectic children drawing and reading. Today Korral became more talkative. No, that isn't right. She just stopped being quiet.
 
"…and my mom stopped me from eating more. I'm not dumb."
 
Ziv looked at the girl with both twins this time. At first she talked about her favorite color then she talked about what she did over the weekend, then about the cookies her mother made and now she says she's not dumb.
 
He had been listening, praising multitasking of two brains, to the little girl. The thing that bothered him were the incomplete thoughts and changing the subject at what seemed like random. Not a lot fit, but he tried his best to understand as the people around him were his best sources for everyday information.
 
So he just nodded with Yyella and then Korral continued while looking at Yyella.
 
"I know you said you didn't want to be my friend, but I think you are my friend."
 
'Oh.'
 
Actually Ziv had thought about that this morning. She had been hanging out with the twins and was nice enough to respect his inability to speak. The other kids around had asked a few times this past week, but Korral never did. That was something Ziv didn't realize that he cared about, and now he did.
 
Yyella turned to her and nodded with a nice smile.
 
"That is super duper cool. Um… Illen do you want to be my friend too?"
 
Illen put her book down to give a nod before going back to the book.
 
Ziv has fleshed out the twins and their personalities as to who they should be. Being Illen allows him to somewhat aloof and quiet, so he can read in peace and quiet. Being Yyella allows him to interact with the others and keep them away from Illen. Working together he is able to enjoy what he likes even if he gains attention.
 
---
 
The end of the day arrived and Korral's mother came over to pick her up. The twins were standing next to Korral outside with their backpacks on.
 
'Backpacks are so cool. The outward cosmetic design isn't something I care about, but folding over my shoulder to carry a greater weight than my body is just so useful.'
 
Though at the mention of the twins' names, he looked over to Korral.
 
"Mom can Illen and Yyella come with us to the park on Saturday?"
 
Her mother turns towards Ziv. She looks at him like him with a big smile.
 
"Twins? Look at how cute you two are. My little Korral," She looks back over to her daughter with a motherly look. That is something that Ziv misses. His mother and father…"she's always been a talker. Well, do you two want to come with us?" Ziv nodded with the twins, but more distinctly with each girl. "Once your parents come to pick you up, I'll talk to them about it."
 
'Parents… mom… dad… Hopeless…'
 
"Yyella! Illen! There you two are. Oh, who are you?"
 
Rai looked at Korral's mother.
 
"My name is Heryan and this here is my daughter Korral. Are you the father of these girls?"
 
"…No. I'm their brother. Is there a problem?"
 
"Not at all. My daughter and you sisters have become friends. We were planning to go to the park this weekend and play around. My daughter invited them to come along."
 
"I see."
 
"They are free to join us. I'm sure you're a busy man and we are too." Heryan takes a piece of paper and pen and writes something down. "This is my number. Please pass it along to your parents." She turns towards the twins and her daughter who are a few steps away watching their interaction. "Come on Korral, we have to go pick your brother up now. It was a pleasure to meet you all today."
 
Ziv watched Rai stand there. His hands were tightly balled into fists. His face just showed how much he cared for his parents. For his family.
 
Ziv thought to himself. Maybe it was too early to accept the loss of those around him. He shouldn't be here and he is just an imposter. Someone who doesn't belong and stole the future of the people around him.
 
'Hopeless. Hopeless. Hope…'
 
Rai picked up the girls in a big hug. Ziv noticed that there were tears falling down his face, but he didn't cry. Rai had tears building up in his eyes.
 
---
 
Ziv had distracted himself. He believed that he accepted it and those feelings of doubt would disappear. They stayed. Those feelings never left. He just ran away from them, hoping it would get better.
 
He looked at Rai, as he drove home. Perhaps they were the same. Hiding their feelings and compressing it, until it burst. It was just a leak in the air filtration system and if he didn't find it, the whole thing would have been destroyed. Ziv would have broken again.
 
"I'm sorry."
 
The car came to a quick stop in the road. There were horns blaring behind them. He looked at Rai who just looked back at Ziv with a caring smile. One of a caring family.

This story is about Ziv. A boy who has lived with technology, his parents, and lots of reading material.

After his introduction, I write different ideas and throw Ziv in those situations. I wanted to give myself a place to write random ideas that come to mind. I do have cross overs with my other stories, but most are just self contained.

Some ideas that I have made so far:

The two cross over stories, LoH and EMW.
Ziv has control over two bodies
A time travel story. 
A grid like world.
A one shot based around fighting/combat.
Ziv takes over a body on an injured person - though there is a warning for that chapter. Nothing bad, but there are implications that most people (myself included) find disgusting. I wrote it in good faith though.
Ziv becomes an AI.
A combat Story.

In a small room with nothing but a bed, a nightstand, a dresser, and a tv, a middle-school aged boy is currently turning off his phone and putting it on the charger next to his bed before getting changed.
When the dark brown and shoulder-length curly-haired boy took off his shirt, he revealed his 5 feet 7 athletic and both slightly muscular and skinny body with a few small hairs on his chest you would need to actively look for.
He has murky green eyes, mean eyebrows, a round nose, full lips, a square jaw, and a bit of acne.
As he was preparing to go to sleep after an hour of doing nothing besides laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, he finds himself looking at a floating screen with words in front of his face.
[First mission!]
[Survive until dawn during the initial outbreak of the virus.]
[Difficulty: Easy.]
[Reward: 1 skill point.]
[complete hidden objectives for bonus experience!]
"Huh."
He stares at the floating blue screen for a second before making a small noise. He looks at his almost phones lock screen, before wondering if he should've prepared for an apocalypse.
It was 11:30 PM.
After debating his life choices, he gets up and puts on a pair of ankle tight black sweatpants, black tennis shoes, a plain white t-shirt, a blue hoodie, and lastly a black beany.
He spends the next 10 minutes downloading numerous free offline survival guides and different types of guides for different fields, examples being agriculture, mechanics, etc, on his phone.
With 20 minutes left, he goes to the closest 24/7 store and buys a solar-powered charger, a few water bottles, and nutritious bars. He ignored the cute cashier as he wasn't interested in people in general, and avoided the other strange people giving him looks, putting his hand in his pocket holding a flip knife for comfort.
He doesn't have much money since he's a kid, and he also has next to no support, so his resources are limited.
He then goes and covers all his apartment windows with curtains before locking the door.
He looks out the window into the rainy darkness, with scantily dressed women walking along with drunken men, sad teenagers wearing all black with slumped shoulders, adults too busy talking to each other to notice the crying children, and more, just in the confines of the town road in front of him.
He gets disappointed the longer he looks, so he turns over onto his bed and stares at a picture of a small child, a woman, and a man, smiling in the stereotypical family pose.
He creases his eyebrows in annoyance before grabbing his phone to divert his attention, hoping the videos he finds on the internet will make him get sleepy.
He won't be able to live long if his body doesn't cooperate with him.
.
A few hours later, around 3 quarters to dawn, screams start to slowly emerge, becoming louder, more numerous, and closer by the minute.
The boy in the bed opens his eyes and roughly rubs the wads of hair from his eyes as he grabs the beany that fell off onto the floor and put it back on, before looking through the window behind his bed.
Chaos was everywhere.
There were 3 people, in the store he went to hours ago, eating the cute looking cashier from over the counter, her face covered in tears as her open eyes were glazed with a lifeless feeling, and her stomach was covered by the 3 heads, but the blood flowing onto the floor gave away what was happening.
That was only the small store.
Things like that were happening everywhere.
Almost naked women with dirty makeup eating dead men's guts.
Teenagers in black either punching people, running from people, or running to people, with a few being eaten alive as well as eating others alive.
Adults too busy arguing to notice the growling and crying children, some adults being eaten alive, others grabbed and pinned, leading to other adults to eat them and the children as well.
The boy slowly closed the curtains, his mouth cracked slightly as he sat upon his bed, wondering why this was happening, before supposing it was karma for humanity as a whole.
Judge by the average, right?
He went over to the kitchen, which was right outside his door, and grabbed a cheap steak knife, before going back to his bed and laying under the covers, silently listening to the gradually ending screams.
.
After a few hours of laying in bed without moving, the boy sees a screen floating sideways in front of his face, allowing him to read the context easily.
[You have passed the first mission: Survive until dawn during the initial outbreak of the virus!]            [Reward: 1 skill point.]                                                                                                                               
The screen had rainbow confetti floating along the edges as it stayed still for a few seconds before the white words on the transparent screen started to morph.
[As you have gotten a skill point, think 'Skills' in your head for your skillset to appear, and think of which skill you would like to improve, costing one skill point every time!]
He reread the screen a few times so he didn't miss anything, before thinking 'skills' in his head in a 'think' type of way, making the words on the screen once again morph into different things.
[This is the skillset, it will show the skills you have, examples would be running, mathematics, marksmanship, leadership, and hundreds of more! Just remember, simple things like running or mathematics will need to be at a high level before it will appear on the list, subsequently being available to upgrades!]
[If you think there are too many skills, or you don't want to see an individual skill, think about hiding it, and it will be hidden unless you think of seeing the hidden skills.]
After the first 2 paragraphs, the screen morphed to show many different skills and numbers, with a small icon at the bottom right corner saying 'page 2'.
After reading through the 2 pages twice, the boy decided to hide the ones he wouldn't need to track, examples being reading and mathematics.
[Running: Level 9]    Boxing: 3]    [Karate: 3]    [blunt weaponry: 7]    [Throwing: 6]
There were more, but the boy noticed nothing was over 9, so he put his only skill point in running.
[Congratulations, you have reached the human body's limit in the skill 'running'! In order to progress this skill, you must need 2 skill points to improve it, giving a large increase in your ability to run!]
[When a skill reaches 9, it will no longer progress, the only way to progress said skill is by spending 2 skill points! As you have upgraded a skill to 10, you have largely increased the power of the skill! You have reached the limit of a normal human in that skill's aspect, needing an extra skill point required to increase your abilities!]
He didn't feel anything after he upgraded the skill, only knowing he could run faster.
He got sat up on his bed and peeked through the curtains of his window.
The people with the virus had settled down, either laying down or stumbling about. Anyone truly dead was nothing but bones, already completely eaten.
He looked for a while before going back and standing up, needing some food to fill his stomach.
He walked over to the small kitchen comprised of a counter, a microwave, and a sink, and grabbed a pack of chicken flavored ramen, put it in a bowl after crushing it, added some water, and put it in the microwave for 3 minutes, but only after looking up online how to stop the sound of the microwave with his phone.
As he ate his meal of the day, he reread through all messages he has received from the screen so far by thinking of an inbox type function.
He noted some things down in a journal he found under his mattress, probably from when he went to school.
{I will get missions and rewards depending on unknown factors.}
{The source of what is happening is a virus.}
{I will get a prompt telling me how difficult a mission is, and the reward I will receive.}
{There are hidden objectives I can accomplish during missions to get bonus rewards.}
{I will get a prompt for when I finish a mission and my reward.}
{So far, I will be given a guide to navigate through the screen.}
{Skill points will most likely be my most common reward, and can be used for improving skills I have, and/or have a high degree of skill in.}
{I can control whether or not I see specific skills, and can easily navigate through my skills to see what my strengths are.}
{I easily reached the presumed pinnacle of human capabilities in running by thinking, and will now need 2 skill points to further improve.}
{The skill points are a resource type that the screen uses to directly improve me.}
{The screen knows everything I am good at, what I am not good at, and can read my thoughts.}
After spending a while noting what he could, he wrote the last one after hesitating, guessing the screen, as he calls it, would already know he knows.
He reread the page of confusing notes a few times before closing it and putting it back under his mattress, before wondering if he should go outside.
He supposed he should before something like running out of food, losing his courage, or something else were to happen.
He checks his clothes, deciding that it is okay to wear them to fight maniacs who eat flesh, and grabbed the steak knife beside him.
He walked over to the door next to the kitchen as he put the empty bowl and fork into the sink and put his hand on the handle, before opening it and walking into a new world full of death and fear.

As he was preparing to go to sleep after having an hour of doing nothing besides laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, he finds himself looking at a floating screen with words floating in front of his face.

[First mission!]
[Survive until dawn during the initial outbreak of the virus.]
[Difficulty: Easy.]
[Reward: 1 skill point.]
[complete hidden objectives for a bonus reward!]

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