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All the Time We’ve Got-- Chapter Four, “Stakeout, of Sorts”

Marinette had barely been able to pay attention in class. It didn’t help that it was a two hour lecture, or that the professor had such a droning voice as he read from the syllabus, or that when she arrived there were only two seats available in the hall that were a) both in the back and b) both under a dim and flickering light fixture.

All she could think about was finding her soulmate. They were out there somewhere, she finally knew that now, but it killed her to know that they were so close but she wasn’t able to find them yet.

She wouldn’t dare leave class early for such a silly reason, but the moment class was over she darted out of the room and made her way back to the quad. Once again, the area was filled with people, none of whom she recognized.

Marinette ended up staying for almost an hour. She sat down on a bench in the area and people-watched, occasionally looking down at her wrist to see if anything had changed. She knew she was within range for anyone that passed through the quad, so she tried to relax a little. Surely they’d pass by again soon, right? Right.

She would’ve stayed longer, but she had another class to get to. Plus, she hadn’t eaten all day, and her stomach was starting to revolt. That could wait until later, though. Class was more important.

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On the other side of campus, Damian was also getting out of class. He had left Dick in the cafeteria and sat through his short lecture, and as he left the classroom he considered going back to the quad to see if he could find his soulmate again. At the same time, though, part of his mind was telling him to run away and never look back. He was a vigilante, for crying out loud! He couldn’t bring a soulmate into his world and risk their safety like that! Of course, all of his family members who had soulmates were lucky enough to have ones who also were involved in the hero life— Dick and Kori, Bruce and Selina, Jason and Roy— but would he be that lucky? Knowing himself, probably not. Could he take that chance?

No. Not yet, at least. But the counter was still there, taunting him. He took a clean handkerchief out of his pocket and tied it around his wrist to cover the counter and walked back towards his dorm building. He made sure to avoid the quad.

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MLB rewrite AU. Chapter 4: Dark Cupid

(Dark Cupid redesign inspiration @crimsonmonsoon)

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Kim takes a deep breath, checking once again the ring he bought for Ondine. It's silver, with a small (fake) pearl on top and bluish details. She saw it in a store one day and loved it, but they were out of money at the time and she said to let it go. For today, he needs everything to be perfect, so it's better to give her something she already said she likes than to risk something else, right?

-Kim, how are you? – asks his Bô´, noticing his nervousness.

-Ah, yes, yes!! It's just… I'm going to ask a girl to be my girlfriend and… I just want everything to work out!!

-It's Ondine, right? – his dad smiled.

-…how did you know?

-You've only talked about her since you met, Kim. You don't need to be a genius to understand this.

-I noticed and told him. It'll be fine, son, don't worry. Then tell us how it was.

-And take her to get some ice cream!

–

Ondine arrives at class anxious, jumping up and down. Her best (and only) friend asks:

-Ondine-chan, what happened?

-Ah, hi, Kagami!! It's just… remember the boy I told you I liked, Kim? The athlete!

-I remember, yes, why?

-He asked me out today, on the Pont des Arts! I'm excited, I think he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend!! – the scholarship holder gives another little jump of happiness.

-Good, I'm happy for you. What time will it be?

-Two!

-Just know that if he hurts you, I will kill him.

-No, don't do that!

-Alright, but just ask me and he will never be seen again.

–

-Can I ask you something? – Adrien says, sitting next to Nino.

-Of course, dude! What is it?

-It's something I've been asking myself since I met you. What botton is that on your backpack? – and points out the one.

-It's the non-binary flag, dude.

-Non-binary flag? What is that?

-Non-binary is a gender identity under the umbrella of the trans spectrum that includes any identity that is not one hundred percent within the binary of completely male or completely female.

-So… you mean… you're neither a man nor a woman?

-Uhm. I use pronouns he/him and they/them, these are the ones I like.

-Wait… – Adrien stops, his eyes, for the first time since Nino met him, wide. – Can you not be a man and also not be a woman?!

-Yes.

Adrien's jaw drops.

-And you can be called in a way that doesn't sound feminine or masculine?!

-Yes.

-I… I… – and he stops, in shock. – Nino, I think I'm non-binary.

-Really?

-And I really like the pronouns they/them.

-Nice, dude! – and gives a high five.

Adrien smiles. They feel good about themself.

–

-Hey, Adrien! – Marinette says during the break. - How are you doing?

-Good, and you?

-Oh, I'm nervous about something, sorry, so I'll say it right away! – they exclaim, and hands them something. When they open their fingers, there is a ladybug botton there. – I made some friendship buttons for us!! Look at mine!! – and points to the suspenders, on which there is a black button with a green cat paw symbol. – This way, we always remember each other!!

-…thank you very much, Marinette! – and smiles. – Oh, I found out I’m non-binary! I use they/them pronouns!

-Ah cool! I'm trans too, and I use she/her and they/them pronouns!

Following Nino's example, Adrien raises their fist for a punch. Marinette does.

–

-Okay, Max, are you sure it's going to work? – Kim asks in front of the school, at the end of class.

-It will, I calculated this four times with different circumstances to make sure it will work.

-What is it? – Marinette asks, getting into the middle of the conversation and dragging Adrien behind her. Since it's only been three weeks since classes started, they don't know people very well yet, and Nino and Marinette have been trying to start their friendships with other people, since Chloé barely talks to anyone other than Adrien or Sabrina.

-Ah, hi, Mari! I'm going out with a girl today!

-It better be Ondine. – Marinette turns very serious.

-Wait, do you know each other?!

-We met at that swimming competition of yours.

-Oh, yeah…

-But Kim is not dating her yet, he is going to ask her to be his girlfriend today.

-Max!!

-Everything will be fine, Kim! Do not worry! – Marinette says, smiling at him. Adrien, behind her and without saying anything, gives him a thumbs up.

-Go now, otherwise you will be late at the Pont des Arts!! – exclaimed Max.

-Thank you guys!! – Kim thanks him, and runs away.

-…he's cool. – Adrien smiles a little.

-Yes, he is!! Chloé is calling you, right? See you tomorrow!

-See ya… – however, they stop. – Huh… where's Chloé? – and look at the message. She had said she couldn't take them today, as she was going to be at the Pont des Arts. - …Oh no.

–

Kim leans on the edge of the bridge, anxious, and then is startled when she appears at his side.

-Hey you!

-Ah! Oh, it's you, Chloé?

-You're in my class, aren't you? Kevin?

-Kim.

-Yeah, that's it, whatever. What are you doing?

-Not that it's any of your business, but I'm waiting for a girl.

-A girl? – and sees the box in his hand. – Are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend? Oh, my dear, this won't work…

-Oh yeah? And may I know why? – he grumbles, already irritated.

-To begin with, you're a bit ugly, you're dressed like you've just left the gym, you're sweaty, stinky, and besides… - and she picks up the box, and, upon opening it, pushes it back to his hands. – My God, what an ugly ring!! No girl would want to be with you that way, wake up and try to improve all of this before asking anyone to be your girlfriend!!

-What the hell are you talking about…?!

-Kim?

The boy freezes when he hears her voice. No, please don't… But when he turns around, she is really there. And her eyes are watery.

-Ondine!! Ondine, this is not what it seems…! – he tries to explain, however, she puts one hand to her heart, another to her face and runs away.

He tries to run after her, he really does, but she is faster. And in the end, at the end of the bridge, he watches the girl he loves so much leave with a broken heart, along with any chance he might have had with her.

–

Marinette receives Alya's call not long after class ended.

-Look at my blog!!

-What? Why?

-Just look!

That's when she opens the blog.

-…Porra.

-You saw it, right? Don't leave the house!!!

-Wait, what are you doing out there recording, then?!

-Do what I say, but don't do what I do!!

-Get out of there!!

However, Alya just hangs up on her and Marinette growls a little in anger. She turns her attention to the video on the blog. The dark, winged and large figure is not very distinct in the image, shooting something similar to black beams that she can't quite see what it is either, but it is obviously an akuma, because now, with Paris the way it is, what else it could be? Even more so because it’s on Ladyblog, under the caption “dark cupid”.

The girl transforms, frustrated, and goes to the place where Alya is apparently recording.

–

He looks like an emo album cover.

It is Marinette's first thought as soon as she sees him. The large black angel wings, the eye band, the black jacket, shirt and pants, complemented by the fact that he is barefoot. And, of course, she is obviously a little terrified that this is clearly Kim.

What happened? Why is he an akuma? The only plausible explanation would be that he was rejected by Ondine, but he would have to have made a phenomenally big mess for it to have gone so wrong for him to become an akuma.

Trying to get herself to focus on the current situation again, she tries to see what those arrows of his were doing, but she can't see from the angle she is at, but whatever it is, it can't be good. That's when she throws the yo-yo, which wraps around the villain's arm.

She starts to think about whether she should stop using this technique, since this is the second time that the villain is stronger than her, throws her away using the yo-yo string and laughs at her as she flies through the sky.

-How are you, my lady? – Chat Noir smiles, holding her by the arm and preventing her from falling to the ground.

-Ah… hi, Chat… – and, retrieving the yo-yo, they climb onto the roof where they were. - Thanks.

-No problem, that's what I'm here for.

-To stop me from falling off buildings?

-For anything. Where is the villain?

-I think coming after us, he… – however, she stops when she sees, for a moment, just one, Chat Noir's eyes wide. And, in the next second, they grab her and jump to the ground, as if protecting her, and she only has time to see the akuma's arrow dissolving against Chat Noir's back. – Chat Noir!! No!!!

-Ladybug… – they murmur, panting, their voice suddenly weak. – …you are my… my… my worst curse!

-What?! What did he do?! Chat Noir, stop that!! – she exclaims, trying to push them away, but they hold her tighter against them.

-You are the person I hate the most in theisworld, Ladybug!! You are nothing, not to me, nor to anyone!!!

In a panic, afraid of what Chat Noir might do, they bite them on the shoulder, making the cat miraculous move away a little and she has room to push them a little and kick their stomach, managing to free herself and get out of there, playing her yo-yo away.

When Ladybug finds herself alone in the middle of an alley, it takes her a minute to calm down. Okay, okay, okay. What should she do now? Chat Noir, after being hit by the akuma, apparently started to hate her. This makes several options of things that could go wrong come to hwe mind: she could be shot by an arrow, Chat Noir could kill or capture her, Dark Cupid could kill or capture her, they could both team up to corner her, she could…

Her train of thought is broken when she narrowly dodges one of Chat Noir's crutches.

-Chat Noir, stop!! I don't want to fight you!! – and throws the yo-yo to another roof, heading away from there. She doesn't know if she would even be able to beat them in a fight, since they were physically stronger than her.

-Aww, what a shame, is the ladybug afraid of being swallowed by the cat? How did your kwami ​​choose you, anyway? – and raises one of the crutches towards her, which she deflects, and leans on the other.

-Have you even stopped to listen to yourself?! You look like a fucking incel! Just yesterday you were talking about that anime movie where you cried because of the power of friendship in it and… – and she stops trying to move away. – Lä shî. I… I'm really going to have to do this… CAT, COME HERE!!

-Wait, what? – Chat Noir mutters, then widening their eyes and running away. - What's that?! Get out, you savage!!!

-COME HERE AND TAKE YOUR MEDICINE!!! – and, chasing them through Paris, they throw the yo-yo and manage to tie up their body, keeping them hanging over a post, like a pulley.

-No, no, no!!! – Chat exclaims, trying to get away from her.

-Ok, I don't know how to do this. Should I hug you or something? I don't know what people consider an act of friendship or what you would consider or… – suddenly, she is cut by an arrow that almost hits her, taking her away from Chat Noir. - Caralho! Mas que pau no cu!

She moves away, pulling out her yo-yo and freeing Chat Noir, letting them fall to the ground. Ladybug runs from Dark Cupid, who shouts:

-Chat Noir!! Come!!

-I'm going!!

Shit. So they actually ganged up on her. Ladybug calls out the lucky charm, becoming confused when she sees a manga volume. When she sees herself being chased by the two incels, she leafs through the manga in her hands as she runs, trying not to trip, avoid her pursuers and think about what that talisman is for at the same time.

That is when Ladybug notices that this is the manga that originated the film that Adrien talked about yesterday. And, when she skips to the end of the volume, she sees how the best friend let themself be hit for the other, and how, however, they didn't die, because they had chosen to sacrifice themself for someone they loved.

At that moment, she falls to the ground with something on her back knocking her down hard, and her body turns upwards abruptly. Chat Noir stands over her, a hand hovering over her chest as the dark energy she recognizes as the cataclysm envelops it. Their canine teeth are bared in a macabre smile, drool running down them and landing near her face. She hears Dark Cupid saying that, if they kill her, they must bring him the body so he would take it to Hawk Moth so that he can absorb their kwami.

Fear fills her heart. The lucky charm should certainly bring her a solution, but the only one she can see will almost certainly end with her dead.

The lucky charm wouldn't kill me. Chat Noir will return. They need to.

-CHAT NOIR, YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I TRUST YOU!!! – and, grabbing their arm, pushes the cat's hand towards their chest, cataclysms their own heart.

The girl howls in pain as she feels the destructive power being pumped through her body and distributed throughout all her cells, making her almost wish she would die all at once so she wouldn't have to feel such pain inside her. Her tightly closed eyes release involuntary tears, and she feels small drops falling over them.

When she opens them, she looks at Chat Noir's face, with an expression of pure shock and their eyes watering, muttering at what they had done:

-No, no…

-Chat… you're back… – she sighs with relief, and uses the little strength she has in her deteriorated lungs and throat to scream: – IT'S THE RING!! IT'S IN THE RING!! I HAVE EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL, JUST GO THERE!!

-O-okay… okay!! OK!! – and jumps on top of Dark Cupid. There are some banging sounds, until Chat shouts: – I BROKE THE RING!!

Seeing the white butterfly approach her, still lying down, Ladybug feels like she is going to faint as she throws the luck charm up to use miraculous ladybug. As soon as the magical ladybugs touch her, however, all the pain disappears and she is able to stand up with the same ease as before. Sighing in relief, she runs up to Chat Noir and Kim, and asks:

-Is he ok?!

-I think so…? Hey, man, are you okay? – asks Chat.

Kim then, looking a little confused, looks at the two of them, and his eyes start to water and he bites his bottom lip. Ladybug saw that expression before. He really, really wants to cry.

-Oh my God!! What happened?! Why do you want to cry?! Is there anything I can do to help you?! – she asks, panicking a little because she doesn't know if she should help so much because she's Ladybug at that moment.

-The girl I like now hates me!! There was a big mess and she must never want to look me in the face again!!!

-Kim? – murmurs a voice. The three turn in that direction and see Ondine, timidly entering the street that they ended up unintentionally emptying when they took the fight to there.

-Ondine!! You have to listen to me!!! I swear it was a misunderstanding! – he runs towards her.

-Who is this? – Chat Noir whispers in Ladybug's ear.

-His swimming buddy. You know, the girl he likes.

-I saw the akuma on the ladyblog and he looked just like you, so I ran here… I thought that, as you turned into an akuma right after that happened on the bridge, there must have been something that I didn't understand…?

-I think we can leave them alone, because I want to talk to you about something. – says Ladybug.

-Okay, I also wanted to talk to you. Where are we going?

-My home. I think I'll detransform soon.

-Alright.

As soon as they find themselves on the roof of Marinette's house and she detransforms, she turns around, looking very angry with them, and exclaims:

-What the hell was that?!

-What?! What are you talking about?

-Why did you throw yourself in front of the arrow to protect me?! You could have just gotten me out of the way or whatever!! You didn't know what was going to happen to you! We can't keep sacrificing ourselves for each other, my miraculous ladybug doesn't resurrect people and we don't always know what a villain is going to do to us!!

-But you also sacrificed yourself!! You pushed my cataclysm straight to your chest!! Do you have any idea that you could have died?! I really could have killed you!! I thought I killed you!

-But I didn't die, right?!

-That's not the point!! You didn't know you weren't going to die!

-Yes, but the lucky charm showed that that was the only way out, so I knew I would somehow be able to use the miraculous ladybug later to solve this!! And you, why did you sacrifice yourself?! Why did you throw yourself in front of that arrow for me instead of just pulling me away?! Huh?! Huh?!

-I… I don't know, I didn't actually think at the time! I didn't realize I could pull you away! Besides, I thought that… that…

-That what?!

-I don't know, it would be better for me to be hit than you!! I'm not good in this superhero thing, have you noticed?! I don't know how to make plans, I can't fix things, I don't have a way to always win somehow, you're much better at this than me!!!

-ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I wouldn't have been able to make those plans if it weren't for you! Two weeks ago, I couldn't do anything against Stormyweather and you were the one who saved everyone! We are partners, we have to do things together because NONE OF US IS BETTER THAN THE OTHER!! Never say again that you are worse than me or that it would be better for you to be hit than me!!!

-…alright. Sorry. I'll try not to do that again. If I do, it won't be intentional, I promise.

-OK. I'm sorry I made you think you killed me. Let's agree to never again sacrifice ourselves for each other without doing it in a way that we know is strictly necessary for our victory and know that everything will work out and return to normal in the end. Promise?

-Promise.

-Pinky promise? – and extended his own.

-Pinky promise. You are one of my best friends.

Chat Noir leaves Marinette's rooftop.

–

-…this is weird.

-Why? – asks Plagg in his human form.

-You, here, in my room.

-I'm your new social worker, kid. It's a completely plausible reason for us to spend time together.

-Yeah, the fact that you are a primordial god of destruction, my kwami ​​and my social worker is what is strange.

-At least, I can keep an eye in that shit father of yours.

-Hey, father is not that bad.

-Whatever you say, kid. – and turns into a cat. – But seriously, do you like her?

-Holy hell, you don't speak but the meaning enters my head! That's bizarre! – Adrien feels a shiver. – Wait, what? Like who?

-Marinette, obviously!

-What? No! She's just my friend!

-I was thinking about the whole thing today, that guy turned love into hate… you love her, don't you?

-Yes, but it's not romantic!

-Hmmmm… – and looks at them with very narrow eyes. Then they walk away. – As you wish, kitten. Where is the camembert cheese?

–

-Do you like someone romantically? – asks Tikki, in her ladybug form next to Marinette on the rooftop, at that night.

-I do not think so.

-Not even Adrien?

-What, Adrien? They are amazing and all, but we're just friends. There's nothing much about us.

-You need a strong connection with a person to be able to do what you did today, and I've never seen such strong trust in such a recent friendship.

-Sometimes this happens, Tikki. I don't know what else to tell you.

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Dark Cupid is here! Yay! Things are starting to get really good! This was a really fun one, and I had a hard time with having them have a (for now) platonic friendship and platonic act of love and trust, but I did it! Remember that cataclysm, you might recall it someday... evil laughter. Kagami and Ondine first appearances, though Kagami will only come back at Revenge (Riposte), the concept of them being classmates is @zoe-oneesama's. Also, Chloé is still a bitch, but she is not the fucking criminal of canon and she WILL have a redemption. Next one is Loverbug (Anti-Bug), in which I hope to get you to understand her, at least a little. Hope you guys liked the chapter!

Flashing Lights #4

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers(?, slow burn, angst, smut,

Warning: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping,

⋆.˚ please dont copy, if inspired please tag me

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

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“Shit,” you murmur. Somehow, the room card doesn’t work when you swipe it up and down. You just woke up from a nap in the car, and still felt dizzy.

“We’ve been standing here for five minutes,” Drew’s voice reminds you of his presence, who you’ve forgotten about for the last…yeah, five minutes. Yet it felt like five hours, because this damn card wouldn’t work. 

“Shut up,” you groan, still going at it. Your arms and legs felt heavy, so this task was ten times harder than it usually was. 

His hand suddenly takes the card away from you, and he presses it against the lock. The door opens, and you stare at him dumbfounded. It was that easy?

Eager to sit down, you don’t even say thanks and just rush in, kicking your heels off. You take a quick scan of the room. It was a nice suite that Laura arranged, having a small living room, kitchen, bedroom and more. You head to the bedroom, plopping yourself down on the bed. You didn’t care if you had dirty clothes on, hell, it was your bed, you can sleep on it however you want. 

You close your eyes, ready to drift back to sleep, but Drew’s voice interrupts you. “There’s only one bed.”

That makes you sit yourself back up, and you look around. Yeah. He is right, only one bed. Stupid Laura, she couldn’t have gotten a suite with two bedrooms? You look at Drew, leaned against the doorway, his eyes already on you. 

You want the bed. And the look he gives you shows he also wants the bed. 

“I’m sleeping here,” you voice out first, calling dibs. 

“You don’t get to choose,” he quickly says, crossing his arms. “The bed is mine.”

You scoff. “Yours? Maybe the floor is yours, but I’m sleeping on this bed. I need it.”

“You need it? Just ‘cause of some drinks? No, I need it, after spending an entire day with you.”

“Hey, my head hurts like shit. And I’m already laying on it. I’m sleeping here.”

“Fuck no.”

“Go argue with the wall,” you say, laying back down on your back and closing your eyes. This bed is comfortable, and in your tired state, it's the best bed ever. Fuck Drew, he can go sleep on the couch or the floor. This bed is yours. 

——

A hot towel startles you, forcing you to wake up. 

You find the reason behind it; Drew. 

He’s sat on the bed next to you, half naked. Is this part of your dream? 

“Hey; get the fuck off. You stink.”

Okay. Definitely not a dream. “What?” You say, still staring at him. Your eyes lead themselves down his body, at his chest where you notice a necklace, abs that god probably helped sculpture, and sweatpants that hugs his lower waist. Now that he’s sitting next to you, you get a clear look of his body. He definitely works out. 

“A picture would last longer.”

You quickly avert your eyes back up to his face, seeing his stupid smirk. Asshole. Sitting up, you look around and down at your body. He was right; you stink from the alcohol and you feel dirty. How long did you sleep anyways? “Get the hell away from me,” you say, the best comeback you could think of right now. 

Drew shrugs in a ‘whatever’ type of way, moving further up the bed. You watch as he makes himself comfortable, eyes now glued onto his phone. 

You get up and walk to the living room, finding your suitcase and opening it. You grab your underwear and a random shirt, before heading to the bathroom. 

——

“Hey, you’re in my bed.”

Is he dead? You tap on his chest again. “Hey, get up.”

This isn’t working. So, you slap his chest real hard this time, and that causes him to startle awake. He rubs his eyes, and you’re not helping by pointing your phone flashlight directly at him. “What the fuck?” He curses, turning to lay on his back.

“You’re in my bed,” you repeat, more annoyed this time. 

“Can’t you see I’m already laying in it?” He hits you with a familiar line to something you said earlier. 

“Yes, but I claimed it first,” you say, not caring how bratty you sounded. He’s seen worse of your attitude, so you might as well fight for this bed in the most annoying and childish way. “You’re a guy, you can handle sleeping on the couch.”

Drew’s eyes are squinted, mainly due to the light flashed on him. But you couldn’t care less. Until, the corner of his lips curl up again. “I’m not listening to a fucking ogre.”

Now you’re pissed. You grab the pillow from under him, hitting his face repeatedly with it. The phone drops to the floor, but you only cared about causing damage to Drew’s face. Well, a pillow was weak but it was all you got in your sudden burst of anger. 

“Hey-“

"Stop-"

You ignore his calls for you to stop, hitting him with the pillow repeatedly.

Only when his hand suddenly grabs your wrists, and he flips you over onto the bed, is when you stop. He hovers over you, pinning your wrists above you. You’re breathing heavily from hitting him, and his necklace that dangles near your face pisses you off even more. 

“Get the fuck-“

“Y/n,” he cuts you off, and you realize he’s also breathing heavily. The little light from your phone on the ground shows enough for you to see Drew, his expression tired but mean, his blue eyes glaring into yours. “It's 3 fucking am. I just want to have some sleep. In a comfortable fucking bed. So leave me alone, got it?”

He should’ve known better than to say that shit to you, because you weren’t someone who easily listens. “You can have some sleep on the couch. This is my-“

“Fuck, why can’t you just listen like a normal fucking person?”

“Me? What about you-“

“Me what? All I’ve done today was put up with your fucking attitude. It’s only the first fucking day, y/n, and I have to put up with you for the rest of the-“

“You think I want this? Hey, don’t fucking act like I owe you. You got yourself into this-“

“Yeah, yeah I fucking did. And I fucking hate myself,” Drew says, and he lets go of you. When he lets go, you realize how hard he’s been holding onto you, that bruises might form. He gets off of you, running his hands over his hair. “You want this fucking bed? Have it.”

He leaves, and this fight over the bed ends. “Asshole,” you murmur, massaging your wrists. Hurts like a bitch. But at least you had the bed to yourself now, that was all that mattered. 

You pick your phone up from the floor, turning the flash off and placing it on the bedside table. Fixing the pillow, you lay down on the spot Drew was just in. It smelt like him, his shampoo and scent still lingering in his spot. 

And somehow, it doesn’t bother you as much, because you fall asleep almost instantly. 

——

The only person talking in the car is your PR manager Maple, who’s explaining what’s expected when the two of you are on the yacht. Today’s schedule in Bahrain was another stunt, to show the public how sweet you were with each other ‘privately.’

She praises you for the hard launch yesterday, to which you ignore and just chew on your gum. It was just a stupid bet that you lost, yet the internet is acting crazy. 

“Whatever,” you murmur, eyes glued to the scenery outside. 

“Now, there will be a few staff onboard, but just to serve food and drive the yacht around the area,” Maple continues. “So while they’re in eye sight, don’t send glares to each other. Like right now.”

You furrow your eyebrows, glancing over at Drew. Only to find him already staring at you, his expression blank. But you know he’s thinking about something, the way his blue eyes seemed so fixed on you. “What?” You rudely ask.

“Nothing,” he replies, looking away from you. 

Whatever. The car stops near the docks anyways, meaning you’ve arrived. 

As the both of you open the door to get out, Maple says in the most serious tone, “Cameras are everywhere. Remember that.”

“Of course,” you roll your eyes, getting out of the car. Once the both of you were out of the car, Maple drives away. You first look around, checking for the paparazzi. Sure enough, a few of them hid behind the bushes.

“You there?” Drew’s voice pulls your attention back to him. 

You cover your mouth, pulling Drew down by his arm. “Behind the bushes.”

He looks over to the bushes near the dock, and sees the paparazzi too. He then holds your hand, looking away towards the yacht. “Which one is it?”

His hand is warm just like yesterday; the ring on his finger the only thing that feels cold against your skin. You tighten your grip around his hand, leading him towards the white yacht. One of the staff greets you, giving you a warm welcome once you enter the walkway. 

It was one of the smaller yachts, suitable for a short ride around the area. Drew, politely shakes hand with the main manager of the yacht, exchanging a few words. The manager attempts to shake yours, but you just keep your hand intertwined with Drew’s. You don’t even smile at the man. 

He guides you two to the back of the yacht, where the dining space was. You let go of Drew’s hand, sitting down. He sits across from you as the staff places two menus down. “if you need anything, we’re just inside.”

And while the yacht starts to drive off, you stare at the open sea. You needed to smoke so bad. You haven’t done one in almost a whole day, and it was killing you. This minty gum that Drew offered only lasts a small while. 

Good thing you secretly brought one, with the help of Maple. You asked to ‘borrow’ her vape, even though you both knew you were gonna keep it for yourself. In fact, it was the first thing you said to her when you saw her this morning. Everyone whose worked closely with you knows how anxious you get, and how alcohol and smoking could calm you down, so somehow these days, someone always had something for you.

It was like an unspoken rule now, for there to be cigarettes and alcohol near you. 

The vape was in the hidden pocket of your emerald green sundress, out of sight for others yet you could feel it against your thighs. You look at Drew, who was focused on reading the menu. Could he hurry up?

You force him to hurry up, calling the staff back in. “Give me five of your strongest alcoholic drink,” you say, the line becoming your catchphrase almost. 

Drew looks up at you, his expression mean. You just shrug at him. “One Biryani, falafel, and an American stake, and just a plain water.”

The staff nods and leaves, and you raise an eyebrow at Drew. “What did you just order?” You snicker at the funky food names. 

“Look at the menu yourself,” he replies instead, turning his gaze to the sea. 

Okay. You definitely needed a smoke if you were going to be on a yacht ride with this man. You get up, ready to find a bathroom and do your business, but Drew’s voice stops you. “Where you going?”

“Bathroom,” you coldly reply, wondering why he needed to know. When he doesn’t say anything else, you walk inside the yacht. The staff inside looks at you with sparkled eyes, but you ignore them, following the directions to the bathroom. 

Once inside, you lock the door and take the vape out of your pocket. You put the seat down, but not before spitting the gum in it. You take a smoke out of the vape, the chemical running through your veins, and you taste nicotine with the strong strawberry flavor it was. “The fuck?” You curse, always preferring regular cigarettes with heavy nicotine, instead of these fakes with the preppy flavors. 

Well, this was all you got, so you take a few more puffs of it. You definitely feel much better now. 

You stare at the circles you make when blowing it out, and you decide to try making a circle within a circle. You giggle, almost succeeding in one. You then attempt to adjust the sizes of these circles, with each inhale, it gets more and more interesting. You even take your phone out, searching for fun vaping smokes to recreate. 

But your fun wonderland shuts down when a bang on the door startles you, causing you to drop your vape on the ground. “Shit!” You curse, picking it up and wiping the mouth part. 

“Y/n, you in there?” 

Drew. “Busy!” You yell back, hoping he goes away. 

“You’ve been gone for ten minutes, y/n. What the fuck are you doing?” It's been ten minutes? Feels like a minute since you got here.

You stay silent. 

“Open the door, y/n.”

Ugh, too much nicotine in your brain right now. You shake your head, trying to shake some sense back into yourself. “Um, I’m busy! Go away, Drew.” Of course. Saying you’re busy always works. 

“Open the fucking door, y/n,” he repeats, his voice more deep and threatening this time. 

You quickly put the vape in your pocket, shutting your phone. You unlock the door, and Drew quickly opens it. Your eyes widen at how fast he is, because before you know it, he’s in this small bathroom with you, the door locked behind him now. 

He towers over you, and with this tight space, he holds himself up by pushing his arm against the wall behind you. So, you’re trapped between his arm and the wall. “Where is it?” He questions you immediately. 

“What?” You act dumb; crossing your arms and looking directly into his eyes. 

He smirks, licking his lips. He’s staring down at you, and his cologne hitting your nose just reminds you of how close he is to you. “Gosh, you’re a horrible fucking liar. You sure this is what you do for a living?”

Now he was lying. “What are you talking about? I was taking a shit, and you barge in-“

“It smells like fucking strawberries in here, y/n.”

Fuck. Caught red-handed. But you don’t show it, still looking up at him. “Something’s wrong with your nose,” you calmly say. 

He squints his eyes down at you, clearly not believing a word that comes out of your mouth. “Then we’re staying here until I’m right.”

Who does he fucking think he is? “You can stay here, I’m going out.”

You slightly bend down and escape from his arm, going to unlock the door. But you nudge the lock harder than you’re suppose to, your vape falling out of your pocket. 

Okay, now you’re caught red-handed. 

Drew picks it up, and laughs at it. He laughs cockily, knowing he busted you. He then locks the door again, not caring about people that might want to use the bathroom. You just cross your arms, not wanting to admit you were wrong. Wait, you’re not wrong. Nothing was wrong with you vaping. “What? Is it a crime?” You start, unwilling to get ashamed with Drew’s strong presence in front of you. 

“You finished, the entire vape in ten minutes?”

You furrow your eyebrows, grabbing the vape from him. It was empty, but you didn’t realize you smoked that much. “It, it was halfway done when I got it.”

“‘When you got it'? Who did you get it from, a hobo-“

“I got it from Maple,” you hurry to say. “I know she always have one-“

“That’s not the point-“ Drew shakes his head, as if it could help get rid of some of his anger. “You’re fucking vaping in here. A smoke alarm could have went off. Someone could have seen you.”

“Well, they didn’t, so calm your balls down,” you brush it off, turning to unlock the door. But Drew grabs your wrist, pushing you against the door. Hard. You panic, knowing someone outside definitely heard the bang, plus, now your back hurts. “Are you a fucking lunatic? Get off me-“

He takes the vape out of your hands, releasing you to throw it into the toilet. You watch with your mouth open in shock, as he flushes it down. “What the fuck are you doing?” You yell at him. 

“Stopping you from getting into trouble!” He yells back at you, just slightly quieter. “I can’t have the staff finding out you’re running in here to fucking vape.”

“Yeah, as if you cared that much.”

“Yeah, I do care. Because you’re my fucking girlfriend, to not only them, but the entire fucking world. So of course I care.”

“Please. You think you’re that relevant?” You scoff at him. “Hey, they know you because of me. And don’t fucking act like the saint here, you only care about the contract-“

“I’m trying to keep you out of trouble-“

“What trouble? Bunch of people smoke, drink-“

“You are addicted-“

“Literally no one cares, Drew!”

“Don’t deny it, y/n, everyone fucking cares-“

“Will you fucking shut up? No one gives a single fuck about-“

“Ms y/l/n, Mr Starkey, are you in there?” A voice outside asks. 

Drew covers your mouth, but you fight to push him off of you. “Yeah, out in a sec.”

After a few seconds, you immediately push him away. “What the fuck? Now they think we’re fucking in here!”

“Its better than overhearing this conversation, or catching you with vape,” Drew angrily replies to you, running a hand through his hair. 

“No; this is much worse,” you angrily throw back. “Fine. You won’t let me smoke in peace, I’ll drink in peace. And there will be plenty of witnesses then.”

This time, you unlock the door and get out quick enough that Drew couldn’t stop you, or at least, he doesn’t stop you. You walk out, ignoring the staff giving you curious glances, forcing yourself to act as if nothing happened in there. 

You sit down at the table, which was now filled with food and your drinks. You immediately down the first one, the anger inside of you enough to numb the burn. Who the fuck did Drew think he was, interfering with how you want to treat your body?

You down the second drink just as Drew comes out, sitting across from you. You turn your gaze towards the sea, knowing that your mouth will go off once you make eye contact with him. 

This just might be the worst yacht ride ever.

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Staying in the Shadows (A Naruto Fanfic) Chapter 4 - Dropping Out.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Part I) Chapter 3 (Part II)

"Two Ichiraku Special, please," Jinko ordered as both her and Mitsuki sat at a table.

"Ichiraku ramen is the best ramen in the world!" Jinko looked at Mitsuki. The room smelled of spices and filled with customers chatting amongst themselves. The place had been redecorated. It was much larger than Jinko remembered. Jinko couldn't recognise it.

"Here you go!" A waiter placed their food. Both of them said their prayers and dug in. Mitsuki was gulping the noodles. His eyes were wide, amazed at the taste. Jinko chuckled at him. Mitsuki finished his bowl when Jinko's bowl was half. "Do you want some more?" she asked. Mitsuki shook his head. Mitsuki wanted to ask her about her past but was not sure how to bring up the subject. Jinko knew something was on Mitsuki's mind but she let it slide. He will tell her when he wants to.

"Uh, Jinko," Mitsuki interrupted in between her bite.

"Hm?" she asked.

"How come you never told me that you're from Konoha?"

She swallowed her morsel before replying, "Never came up. Didn't think it was important." It wasn't just that. She didn't want to bring up the subject as she didn't want to remember those days. Only few people knew of it, most of them were dead. Orochimaru knew some of it, but not everything.

"Well I'm bringing it up. Could please tell me?"

Jinko sighed. "I'm from Tao clan, which is a small but a proud clan of the Konoha. I grew up here, went to the academy and became a genin."

"What happened after that?" Mitsuki asked. He was curious about her past life. She was from Konoha meaning she might know some of the people here. What if she knew Naruto Uzumaki? The thought wasn't very far from his mind.

"Something came up and I had to dropout from the programme," she answered looking down. Mitsuki couldn't believe his ears. Dropping out of the programme? How can she quit? What was so important to give up being a shinobi?

"Why!" he exclaimed.

"It's a story for some other time. Nothing special. I don't want you to dwell on these trivial details," Jinko shook him off. "Now if you are done, we should leave and find ourselves a hotel to rest. I don't know about you but I'm pretty beat."

Jinko paid the bill before standing up and leaving the hotel with Mitsuki on toll.

After an hour of searching, Jinko and Mitsuki finally settled in a two room suite, which wasn't too hard on their budget. After making sure that Mitsuki was asleep, Jinko slid into her own bed. The streets seemed silent. It must be around midnight, she thought. Although she was tired Jinko couldn't make herself to go to sleep. Her mind kept going back to her past.

It had been months since formation of the Team 7. The missions assigned to them where only D-ranked. Naruto was becoming a nag, always complaining how bored he was with these mission and how he was ready for some serious ones. Tch, baka.

Ever since the bell test Jinko knew she was the weakest amongst them and she had to train extra hard for her to be of any use. She got up every morning and practiced her punches and shuriken throwing skills. She meditated before going to bed to increase her chakra control. She even asked Isao, her older brother to spar with her but he was too busy. Teme, if he ever comes to me asking for help, she thought grudgingly. These D-rank missions were easy as it didn't require any Ninjutsu or any other skills for that matter but she knew the day wasn't far away that she might have to go on a C-rank or B-rank missions.

Team 7 was in the Hokage's office for their new mission. "I don't want any of these baby missions. I want some real mission," Naruto yelled.

"How dare you! You're only freshly graduated genin and you are going to do missions D-ranked only, just like everybody else!" Iruka sensei yelled back.

"Naruto, listen to me," the Third said calmly. "Different people come to our village for missions and then we analyse them and categorize them into A, B..."  Lord Hokage was explaining how the village works but Naruto, Kakashi, Sasuke, Jinko and Sakura all zoned out and started listening to Naruto who was talking about ramen. "So I had this Tatsu ramen yesterday and I think I need Miso ramen today—"

"Silence!" Hokage silenced him. They directed their attention to him now.

"Ah! You always lecture me as if you're my grandfather or something! But I'm not the brat who pulled pranks all the time. I'm a ninja now and I want some ninja mission!" Naruto puffed his cheeks out and turned his back to lord Hokage.

Both Iruka and the Third laughed at his antics. "Alright. Since Naruto wants us to know that he is a former brat and want some ninja mission. So be it. I will assign you all one since you are so determined." This piqued Naruto's interest and he turned to the Hokage again.

"I'm giving you a C- rank mission. You are going to be the body guards of our client."

"Really? Who? Is it some feudal lord? Or a princess?" Naruto began rambling. Everyone was excited for the higher level mission but Jinko was sweating bullets. She knew this day was coming but never thought this early. Damn you, Naruto! she thought. She wasn't ready yet. D- rank missions were easy and nobody really understood each other's capabilities. But C- rank mission will be different. They would need to use their skills and talent. What if they laugh at Jinko for being so weak?

The door of the office was opened and in stepped a drunk old man. "What? A bunch of snot nosed kids," he slurred. "And you, the little one with an idiotic look on your face."

"Who's with the idiotic look on the face?" Naruto laughed. Everyone stepped closer to Naruto and he understood that it was him. "I'll demolish you!" He started flailing his punches around in the air.

Kakashi hold him back, "You can't demolish the client Naruto!"

"Now if you leave the room, I have some important matter to discuss with Jinko," the Third voiced over all the ruckus. Jinko looked at the Hokage, "Huh, me?"

"Yes." Everyone left the room and Jinko was now facing Iruka sensei and the Hokage. He put his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers. He looked gravely at Jinko, almost like he knew whatever he wanted say wouldn't settle with her. He pitied her. Jinko was scared. Her mind overworking her imagination. Was someone dead? Is it Isao? No that can't be I saw him leave today. Who then? I'm I in trouble? Is it because of my performance? Jinko kept searching the ground as if it had answers.

"Jinko, your parents and I had a meeting this morning about your future. They had a peculiar request," he said, finally breaking the silence.

"A request?" Jinko's eyebrows creased.

"They came here for your unenrolment from the programme."

Unenrolment? "What do you mean?" Jinko asked incredulously.

The Hokage sighed. "They don't want you to continue being a shinobi. They want you to drop out," he said grievously.

"But why?" Jinko exclaimed. Outside the door, her team and Tazuna was interrupted in their argument by her loud, distressed voice.

"That you are going to have to discuss it with your family, my dear," the old man replied. His voice laced with sorrow for the girl. Jinko's eyes filled with tears, looking pleadingly at him to help her out. Her face flushed and a knot was forming in her stomach. Why would they do this? She thought many reasons as to what made her parents to take this step. Never in her wildest imagination she would have guessed the actual reason which would be released to her later that day.

"That's all, my child. There's nothing I can do here. If your parents change their mind then you can rejoin your team but till then I must strictly ask you to not participate in any kind of missions with your comrades."

Jinko couldn't hold it any longer. As soon as the Hokage was finished, she slammed opened the door and darted past her fellow comrades. She had her arm around her eyes to hide her tears but she couldn't help the sob that left her lips. Everyone outside were surprised by the sudden loud sound of the door slamming against the wall. Their faces were of confusion and concern for their teammate who passed by them sobbing. Even Sasuke was taken aback. "Hey Jinko! What's the matter? Where you going?" Naruto tried to stop her but his voice didn't reach her ears. He was about to run after her but Kakashi stopped him. "We have a mission to worry about," he told him, knowing full well of the conversation that was held inside. The Hokage broke the news to him just after Jinko's parents left. Naruto couldn't argue with him. Kakashi was right. I would ask her on our way to the Land of Waves, he thought.

"Mother!" Jinko yelled as she barged inside her house. "Mother! Father!"

"What is it Jinko? Should a lady be yelling this loud?" her mother chastised her as she came out into the living room.

"Mother what is this nonsense about you asking me to drop out?" Jinko asked wiping away her tears and fixing her attire.

"Yes. Your father and I need to talk with you," her mother replied calmly. "But before that, go and clean yourself. I will not have you in my house looking this filthy!"

Jinko went to her room and changed into her yukata. After tidying herself, she went downstairs in the living room. Jinko sat in front of her parent in a seiza, with her head bowed down. Her father, the head of the Tao clan, cleared his throat. "Jinko, my dear, you know how the Tao clan works, correct? We may be small but we are a proud clan. We are not powerful like the Uchihas, or have renowned kekkei genkai like the Hyugas, but we have connections. Connections which make us stronger, perhaps even more than the Uchihas. We maintain these connections by having good relations.

"And these good relations are because of mutual respect and a little give and take. Some times they make requests and we have to abide them, if we don't there will be consequences. Consequences which harm our clan's reputation. The same goes for them, dear—"

"But what does that have to do with me dropping out?" Jinko cut him off. "Quiet! Shouldn't you know better than to interrupt your father!" Jinko's mother shushed her. Jinko looked down at her hands clutching her yukata.

"As I was saying, a request has been made by the Eguchi clan from the Land of Silk. A request which involves you. The son of the feudal lord, heir of the Eguchi clan and you are arranged to be married." Jinko's father finished. There was silence in the room. Jinko sat transfixed, clutching her yukata. Her eyes flickered with shock. Married? He is not serious. He can't be!

"But why?" Jinko wailed. "Why me? I don't want to marry!"

"The Eguchi clan and Tao clan are bounded together by our common perspectives and our respect to our ancient principles and our traditions. They wanted a daughter in-law from a family with such beliefs. No better than the daughter of the Tao clan, don't you think?" her father explained. His face showed no emotion. He was unfazed by his daughters tears, which were now running down her cheeks.

"Now," her mother started this time. She looked almost bursting with joy to tell her further news. "They wanted a lady, one who could bear them their heirs and not a shinobi. That is why you will be dropping out of the programme and stay at home. I will teach you all the things that an ideal and perfect housewife needs to know. You'll be a real lady in no time." She smiled at her proud. Her mother got up and walked around the table. She bent down and hugged Jinko with her thin arms. She then proceeded to kiss Jinko's wet cheeks, all the while Jinko was motionless. Her mother then got up from her position and left with her father, both talking about being fortunate to receive such a proposal. Neither of them paying heed to Jinko.

A tear slipped from Jinko's eye as she remembered the day which turned her world upside down. She quickly wiped it away and shut her eyes to get some sleep, but orange light shimmered through her windows and fell upon her bed. The birds started chirping and the swishing of the brooms sweeping the road was heard. Well, might as well arrange breakfast before Mitsuki wakes up, she thought. Jinko stretched as she stepped out of her bed and started her day.

Chapter 4 of Sour Droplets!

[Chapter 4 - Mirror-Image]

As An listened to the song, it seemed to grip her very heart. 

The gentle piano was accompanied by a sweet music box, and the guitar that Kanade added seemed to play a sentiment that shook her very soul. There was no lyrics added yet, but it was already a touching song, even if An didn’t really listen to this type of music. It was so impactful that of felt like she was right next to Kanade, listening to the song right there.

Soon though, Kanade clicked on her mouse again, pausing the song. She turned to look at An, her eyes full of concern.

“Are you alright An?”

With that question An snapped out of her trance and realized that, without paying attention, tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. And every time she blinked to get rid of them, two more teardrops would appear in their place. Was she… crying? Why?

An knew that if she said anything, there was no doubt she’d break down in tears. So she did one thing.

“Aunt Nagi…!” She wailed, not entirely sure why. She began sobbing, using what meager energy she had left to squeeze tears out of her eyes. 

Kanade’s eyes widen in surprise but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she walked over and silently put her hand on An’s back. She wasn’t trying to get An to shush, or interrupt her crying. It was her way of showing An that she was here, even though she was crying in front of someone she had just met today.

It took a while for the sorrow that eclipsed An’s body to leave, but when it did she allowed herself to slump onto the bed, her eyes red. Kanade just stayed silent until she smiled softly, the corners or her lips perking upwards.

“I think I know what to add to my song now.” Kanade said, breaking the silence and snapping An out of her trance that her misery put her in. Yet the sentence only served to confuse her, causing her eyebrows to furrow.

“You.. you do?” An asked, the emotional thorn in her mind reminding her of Nagi seemingly a little duller now. “But I.. I.. I didn’t even help you.”

 Kanade just continued to smile with a tinge of sadness in her eyes, and An’s heart broke. For her to act so mature like this… like she knew what to do… she must’ve been through this kind of pain a lot.

Kanade shook her head, clearly disagreeing. “You actually helped me a lot An. It was through you that I was able to feel your pain, and reach deep in the depths to make my melody.”

Feel my pain? An silently repeated to herself, pondering the meaning. But meanwhile, Kanade continued.

“I can tell you’ve got a lot of pain on your shoulders, and if I can ever ease the ache you’re free to come over.” Kanade promised, her words bearing a silent weight to them. “But right now you should rest. With the state your fragile body is in you could be vulnerable to getting a cold. We can talk more when you wake up.”

As if flipping a switch that sentence made An realize how tired she was. She had cried and talked until her eyelids felt unimaginabley heavy. 

So as a yawn battled its way up her throat she just nodded to Kanade, who smiled in response and sat in her chair by the computer. It was clear Kanade was going to compose more music as An slept, and she wondered if she’d ever hear a song such as emotion-stirring as that one again. 

Speaking of “that one”, did that song even have a name…?

An wanted to ask, but the murky fog that held her brain captive was making her unbelievably sleepy. So she made a mental note to ask, before laying down and closing her eyes as her head rested on the pillow. And it wasn’t long before sleep took her, painting her vision an abyss-black.

The next morning Magnus and Aisha kiss there babies before going to the edge of the woods to wait for Silas and Qetsiyah.

"So are you going to tell me what kept you up all night or are we gonna pretend that never happened," Magnus says looking at his wife.

"The second one sounds quite nice," she said looking at her husband with a grin on her face, "Seriously what kept you up all night. I'm only asking because I care for you and the baby" he asks looking at her with concern in his eyes.

"I know..." she leans in to kiss his cheek, sighing "... it just when I was healing Silas wounds I saw something"

"What you see?"

"I-I saw Silas and a girl kissing but the girl wasn't Qetsiyah I think it was her handmaiden," she said looking at her husband with distaste on her face.

"That what kept you up all night Silas cheating on his little girlfriend"

"It's not just that it's-it's the fact that he lied to her to us"

"What? Aisha what they do is none of our concerns let's just get this over and never see them again. Okay?"

"But-"

"No but's I know you want to tell her but it not our problem"

"So if we were in the same situation you wouldn't want one of your friends or beta's to tell you that I was with another lover"

"Of course I would but the difference between us and them is that your my mate and we were destined to spend eternity together and I kill for you in a heartbeat..." she smiles and squeezes his hand, "... But we are not their friends we own them nothing so it's not our business or yours to her anything. "

Sighing, " I hate cheaters" she mumbled, " I know my dear " he pulls her into a warm embrace her face in his chest well his face is in her hair breathing in her scent.

"Awww isn't that just precious," said a male voice, " isn't that just sweet my love?" he said ruining the moment for the two lovers.

"It is my dear," Qetsiyah says looking at the couple fondly well Silas looked at them with a smirk well his arm around Qetsiyah waist.

Aisha glared at Silas with fury in her eyes, " Qetsiyah it's lovely to see you again" she says giving her a warm smile, " Likewise may I just say your glowing this morning do you always look this good in the mornings" she asks starting at Aisha in awe.

"Yes"

Magnus says. Aisha with a smile looks away from her grinning husband who stares at her with love. She turns back to Qetsiyah.

"Thank you Qetsiyah pregnancy can do that to a girl," she says a hand on her bump, "Oh. Oh! Wow, congratulations. Is this your first child together? Do you want a boy or a girl " the young girl says in one breathe with excitement.

Silas looks bored with the conversation well his girlfriend was buzzing with the excitement, " Thank you, Qetsiyah and No this actually our fourth child hopefully more to come and we kinda hoping for a boy this time. " she says looking at the girl.

Qetsiyah was about to open her mouth and say something when" Can we get move on already we're burning sunlight" Silas says turning around making his way through the woods.

The young girl looked disappointed for the moment when she looks at Aisha with apologetic eyes and turns to fellow her fiancée.

"Asshole" Aisha whispered well her husband nodded in agreement. They started to follow the young couple.

"So how far is this village of yours," Magnus asks to stand next to his wife.

"Not that far" Silas deadpanned

"Just a 1 hour and 37 minutes walk unless we get lost than 2 hours and 35 minutes," Qetsiyah says looking back at the couple with a grin.

"That's very specific," Magnus says looking at the back of the girl's head. Qetsiyah shrugs her shoulders, " When you have nothing else to do you tend to take notice of things" she says not looking back at them.

"Hmmm"

"So Qetsiyah how did you and Silas meet," Aisha asks trying her hardest not to step on rocks, " Oh! We knew each other since we were just babes. Basically marrying my best friend" she says smiling towards Silas who was not paying attention to the conversation.

"Aw that's sweet you two must know each like the back of your hands," Aisha says looking at Qetsiyah with a smile, " Yep. Isn't that right my love"

"Hmmm" he grunts walking over a tree log.

Qetsiyah smile deflates a little, " Don't take it personally Silas isn't really a morning person." she says looking at Aisha and Magnus.

Aisha smiles at her, " So....is it true?" Qetsiyah says looking at Aisha with her had brown doe eyes, " Is what true." Aisha says acting like she didn't know what the young girl was talking about.

"You know...Being the first immortal, creating the first werewolf and bestowing supernatural abilities to men and women around the world. " she says looking curiously at Aisha. 

"Uhh...I guess you can say that I am" Aisha says feeling a little weird. She never really talked about being one of the few first witches to walk the earth.

"Wow I can't believe it..." she says looking at Aisha like she was gold, " Well believe it," Aisha says awkwardly stepping over a rock.

"Do you mind if I ask you somethings when we get to the village. I have always been a bit curious about the first witches. " Aisha look into Qetsiyah's hopeful eyes hoping to be told all the secrets and knowledge about the witch lineages.

"Yeah sure"

"Oh that's just grand I heard so much that-"

"Get would you please just give it a rest already. I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to hear you the whole walk there." He says, " I know I don't" he mumbled the last part quietly but they heard it.

At that moment a pebble hit Silas in the back of his head, " Ouch! What the hell!" He spun around looking at the three people. Qetsiyah looked shook well Magnus glared at his wife who only smirked at Silas.

"Oops. My bad" she says with an unapologetic tone.

Shaking his head and smiling, "You know for a powerful witch..." Aisha raised an eyebrow at him, "You know what you're not  even worth it"

"Very mature of you. Must be nice finally being the bigger person "

"You know what I don't get why I even need you in the first place. I and my love are powerful witches and-"

"Well, first of all, you don't have the spell, and second your not really that powerful your girlfriend on the other hand her energy is just very very strong. " Aisha says looking at Silas than Qetsiyah.

"Thirdly you really desperate that you need me to do the immortality spell for you and your 'true love' "she says looking him deep in the eye when she says the last part. You can see in his eyes were shock well his face was neutral.

"Aisha!"Magnus says in a harsh voice, pulling her away from the younger couple, " You need to calm down and don't let him get to you" he says

"Did you hear how he talked to her as if she was a nuisance..." she said looking at the couple, " I'm gonna tell her"

"No you are not whatever is going on between them is their business. Aisha looked at me (she look at him) as much as I want to tear his heart from his chest for what he said to you and her. I can't just like you can't tell her about the other women."

She looks away again, " Okay. Aisha!" "Okay I won't say nothing" she rolled her eyes and went back to her spot next to Qetsiyah.

After 12 minutes of walking, they finally got to the village. And like they said it was a ghost town. Everything looks untouched except one house that's where Silas and Qetsiyah slept.

"Okay we got you here now will you help us," Silas says looking at the couple with his eyebrows raised.

"What you think honey do you think we can bring this village back to life," Magnus says putting his arm Aisha shoulders looking at the rundown village, " Hmmm yea I think I and the girls can work with it," she says nodding with a smirk on her face.

"Good now, can we get on with it. We had a deal" he says looking impatient with them, "Yes we did but the sun is about to set and I don't know about you but this gal is tired and wants to rest for a bit. We can talk about the spell tomorrow"

Feeling Silas's anger brought a smile to her face well walking away from the young couple with her husband, making their way towards an empty house.

Chapters: 4/10 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Sejin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, BLACKPINK Ensemble Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, film school, Film Student Jeon Jungkook, Composer Min Yoongi | Suga, Prostitution, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Gender Issues, Nonbinary Character, Past Rape/Non-con, religious trauma, Foster Care, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Homophobia, Slurs, Drug Use, random other idols I like, Music, Background Relationships, Slow Burn, Min Yoongi | Suga-centric, Alternate Universe - Namjoon can drive, Violence, Platonic Kissing, various other ships - Freeform, it's college everyone's hooking up, Angst, Dissociation Series: Part 1 of All your lights are red but I'm green to go Summary:

Basically, Yoongi is a mess. He knows this. His roommate, Seokjin, knows this. No one else knows this. He’s gotten good at hiding his scars, his depression, his increasingly dangerous substance abuse, and his questionable methods of making a living from his friends, even at times from himself. But somehow, fucking impossibly, he’s unable to hide from the new kid, the wunderkind directing major who’s dealing with the social and academic consequences of his outspoken short film.

I can't open the keep reading posts so I'm just putting this here' it should say who it's by.

The Cursed Prince AU Novel: Chapter 4

The Cursed Prince AU Novel

Written By: Kieri (@blazian_scribbles)                                                     

Co-written By: Aayden (@Artistiarc)

Edited By: Ava(@askewdoodles), Melany (@nonsense.socialite)

Chapter 4: What is Your Outfit?

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Names of Creatures in Paintings in haunted house Confirm.

I haven't seen anyone else make a post about this, nor have I seen a video with them. So apologies if this is old news.

So I got to the part where's Boris throws carts at you in the boss fight and since I had a box to hide behind I decided to pull up the seeing tool even though I knew there weren't any messages. Or so I thought.

It apperd there the names of the monsters/Creatures on the painting. Could these possible apper in Bendy and the Dark Revival? Sorry for image quality, have batim on Xbox and not good at taking pictures with my phone. I recommend playing the game for yourself

(i think her name was evergone or something like that. I can't remember)

Porter

Albertrum

Daisy.

Since we do see a fully ink Verison the chest monster (I forgot his name) by the end of chapter 5 batim, it could be possible Those characters and these can apper in the new game. And if that's the case....OH BOY we're in danger.

Sorry if I wrote this strange, not good with my words.

Bonus :

"Freinds to the End"

Wow Henry way to make this fight even SADDER!

Yours Truly - Chapter 4: How Do You Know?

・❥・Pairing: Elvis Presley x original female character

・❥・Genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・Word Count: 3.3k

・❥・Summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & Warnings: SFW. curse words, brief mentions of sex (literally a single sentence).

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NOVA 

As the door swung open, the bell above it dings to signify the presence of us. The smell of roasted coffee beans fill my nostrils, its scent permanently nestle in the air of the cafe. The cafe tables adorn the small, but inviting space - its mahogany wood nicely greeted by the warm, ambient lighting. A few chalkboards adorn the walls above the counter, listing the selection of choices that we may purchase. We approach the long counter, and my eyes immediately flock to the contents to the three layers of the glass display case. An assortment of luscious pastries sit invitingly on pastry tray displays; cakes, donuts, cinnamon rolls, croissants, pie and muffins. 

The various baked goods make me unconsciously lick my lips. 

"I take that you like what you see, huh?" Elvis questions in a rhetorical tone, his voice taking my attention away from the sweet delights. 

I smiled, "Very much so." 

Before he could say another word, we are interrupted by a loud and cheery voice of a woman.  

"Elvis!" A woman who looked to be in her late fifties wore a bright smile on her face, as she quickly rounded the counter and enveloped the man beside me in a tight hug. She had red hair secured in a  tight bun, and welcoming brown eyes. She wore an apron over a burgundy dress and a shinning name tag clipped on it. 

She parted from the hug with her hands cupping his face, "Aw look at you sweet boy, still handsome as ever." 

"Not as beautiful as you are Miss Esther." Elvis muses, with a beaming smile that provided a small glimpse of child-like happiness. 

The lady chuckles "Ever the charmer."

Elvis chuckles at this, he returns to my side with his right hand lightly touching my lower back. I feel a rush of warmth through my body, like a jolt of electricity. I intake a sharp breath and pull my lips into my best smile, although my mind is captivated by the lightest touch of his hand. 

"I have brought someone special with me. This is-"

"Heavens above. . .Nova?" A gasp escapes her, her hand quickly covering her mouth as her eyes widened - staring into mine. My brain was still processing Elvis' description of me as 'someone special' and now, on top of that is this wave of shock that seems to be aimed at me. 

How does she know me? I am dreaming. I am dreaming. I am dreaming. I repeat this in my mind because it is the only logical explanation. This is not real. 

I slowly nodded, "Yes, that's me." 

"Nova, meet the great Miss Esther." Elvis says, as she envelops me into her arms. I am beyond confused, but her warm motherly nature eases me a little - I return her hug. She parts from the hug, and her hands slide down to my arms as she smiles brightly at me. But the pure picture of disbelief still very much evident on her face. 

"Oh my, it is such a pleasure to meet you, dear." Her voice is filled with clear delight. 

"It is so nice to meet you too, Miss Esther. I like this place, its calming." I smile, finally mustering a string of words despite my brain running with a million questions. 

"Well, it's hard not to like when it is owned by someone as great as Miss Esther." Elvis smiles, putting his arm around her shoulder into a side hug. 

Miss Esther shakes her head, "You flatter me too much, sweet boy. I know that you only say that because of the food and hot drinks." 

"That's only half true." Elvis shrugs jokingly. 

Miss Esther mocks a gasp, "I knew it! My, my, I feel sorry for that this nice girl is stuck with you." She gestures at me. 

I let out a laugh, "He is a bit of work." I sigh very dramatically. 

"Hey, don't be lying honey!" Elvis plays along, his eyes intense as ever - his level of eye contact make my cheeks heat up a little. 

Our laughter eventually dies down.

Miss Esther's eyes flicker between me and Elvis, a glint in her eyes that I can't quite decipher. 

"Now, what can I get you both?" 

Elvis' eyes light up at the question, removing his hand from my back and steps forward to the selection of choices displayed. I try my best to ignore the absence of the warmth, and instead focus on Miss Esther coming beside me to lean forward - her voice lowered to a whisper in my ear. 

"Truthfully dear, I am not the least bit surprised that this boy was so hung up on looking for you." Miss Esther placed a finger under my chin, tilting it up a little - a gesture that I was all too familiar with that my grandmother does, "You are a beauty." 

I am relieved that Elvis is not within earshot to hear this, as I feel my cheeks bloom a shade of rose embarrassingly. He is far too distracted with picking what to order. 

"Looking for me? What do you mean?" I furrow my eyebrows at her.

Miss Esther tilts her head, appearing to be wearing the same confusion on her features, "Oh, didn't he tell you Nova?"

"Tell me what?" 

Miss Esther's mouth opens to begin a response, but is interrupted by the sound of Elvis' voice. We both turn our heads towards him, his hands on his hips with an eyebrow arched at me. 

My mind is puzzled even more by Miss Esther's words, and I do appear to be zoned-out when Elvis looks at me questioningly. I shake my head, "Sorry. . . what were you saying?"

He chuckles at this, "I was asking you if you want anything else. " I approach him and peer at the pastries displayed on top of the round glass trays.  In the corner of my eye, I see Miss Esther walk around and position herself behind the counter as she taps her fingers on the counter - humming a tune. 

"I've chosen two slices of the red velvet cake and two cups of coffee for us. So, anything you wanna add?" He asks, but I freeze at  the mention of the choices he has picked.  He quickly notices this. 

"Why? What's wrong?" 

I shake my head, "Nothing. It's just, um, what made you pick the red velvet cake?" 

"Because what kind of guy does that make me if I don't order it for the birthday girl?" His southern drawl evident, as his lips pull into a crooked grin.

It's a dream. It's a dream. It's a dream. Is it really?

A chuckle escapes me in disbelief, "I- I have no words. Red velvet is my favorite." 

A dream is a product of my subconscious mind, so of course Elvis would know this because everything about who I am is stored within the corners of my mind. All of this has to be a dream. I created this all. Well, my subconscious mind did. 

Miss Esther suggests her special pie that I 'must' try, in which I was hesitant at first due to my nature of not being an adventurous eater at all. But eventually I gave in. We insist to wait for our orders, but Miss Esther ushers us to a table near the front window and informs us that she will bring it out to us when it's ready.

"Well, she is the boss." I chuckle, as we sat down opposite each other. 

"That's Miss Esther for you, the nicest lady but no point being stubborn around her." Elvis laughs, shaking his head. 

A silence falls on us with the only noise being the chatter of the other customers occupying the cafe. 

I don't want to wrestle with my thoughts anymore, it might cause an unfortunate headache which would ruin this dream. I think out of the million questions that ares swimming in my head, there is one that I can keep whilst filtering out all the rest; why is Elvis Presley in my dream? I understand that dreaming about celebrities  is not an experience that is uniquely for me because everyone dreams about celebrities. But I always believed that, if someone were to dream about a celebrity; it would often be a celebrity that they have spent a lot of time thinking about. A celebrity that they are a huge fan of. 

I'm not a huge fan of Elvis Presley, but I am also not a hater. I only just begun learning about him after watching that Elvis movie that came out in the summer. But for him to appear in my dreams? It was not like he was actively occupying my mind throughout the day; because he wasn't. 

It just does not make sense. No matter how much I try, I just keep running back to square one. I guess the only thing that calms my rational mind is that this dream will end eventually, might as well make the most of it. 

As I return my gaze on the present time, I study him. His black hair matched perfectly with his tanned skin, and those smouldering blue eyes with that twinkle of wonder and amusement in them. His features are chiseled, a maturity to him that eliminates the baby fat on his face. He does not have that boyish look about him anymore, there is sureness and confidence that comes from maturity. 

I pursed my lips in wonder.

"What is it , honey?" Elvis asks, snapping me out of my stare on him. 

"Hmm?"

"I ain't a mind reader. Would you tell me what's going on in that pretty mind of yours?" Elvis smirks, biting on his bottom lip. 

I feel  a rush of heat on my cheeks, as I try to fight back a smile. 

"My goodness, you are such a flirt." 

He leads forward a little and holds his hand up as if to count on his fingers, "So now I'm a psychopathic, impulsive, flirty guy? Hot damn." He jokes, letting out a whistle. 

"You really are a wild combo." I squinted my eyes jokingly at him, pointing my finger at him. 

He suddenly leans forward even more, and without any warning - bites onto my finger. I yelp in surprise, his eyes stare at me intently as I giggle uncontrollably trying to retract my finger. 

"Hey!"

He lets me go and casually leans back on his chair with his arms folded over his chest, a laugh bubbling out of him. 

I cannot help but join him in his laughter, it's a laugh that just really encapsulates his entire being. His shoulders moving up and down, as he looks up and then gazes back down to me. 

"You are a strange, strange man." I said in between my laughs. 

"Gotta keep things interesting, honey."

Before I could respond to him, we are interrupted by Miss Esther approaching our table holding a tray of our order. She places it on the table, and transfer the contents from the tray, in which I notice a candle on top of the slice of cake in front of me. 

"Enjoy, kids." Miss Esther smiles and then rubs my shoulder, "Happy birthday, sweetie."  

"Thank you, Miss Esther." 

"Thank you Miss Esther, this looks good." Elvis says. 

She then leaves and Elvis turns to me, "Are you gonna make a wish?"

I close my eyes and think for a second. . .

I wish to have the answers to my questions. 

I open my eyes and blow out the single candle. 

"Happy Birthday, Nova." He smiles at me, and it's not a smile that stops at the lips. It's a smile that reaches his eyes, it's the kind that you cannot help but smile back. 

"Thanks, E.P." 

His blue eyes widen a little in surprise, and my forehead creases in surprises and confusion. Where did that come from? Why did I call him that?

"You haven't called me that-"

I wave my hands quickly in embarrassment, "Oh god, so sorry I don't know what came over me."

"Relax, darlin'. Relax. It's okay." Elvis shrugs, chuckling. I see him lift his hand, as he nervously scratches the nape of his neck, "I was surprised, that's all. You haven't called me that in a long time."  His tone seems to be in a daze. 

I squinted at him, "What do you-"

Elvis clears his throat and turns his gaze to the food on the table. 

"We should eat." He interrupts, "and you have to try this pie!" He takes a bite out of the slice of cake and then the Banoffee pie afterwards. 

I shake my head at this and remind myself 'do not think too much of it Nova.' I first take a bite out of the red velvet cake and the familiar luscious delight makes me beam. It was always either chocolate or red velvet for me, I've tended to switch between the two for each of my previous birthdays. 

I take a small portion out of the Banoffee pie, as Elvis anticipates my reaction, "What'd you think?" 

"Oh my gosh, that is amazing!" I exclaimed, quickly taking another bite out of it.

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After we finished eating, we bid goodbye to Miss Esther in which she wishes for us to come back soon. And I truly do want to, but this is not real life. 

We step out of the cafe with Elvis ahead of me, he stops and faces me. 

"I have a birthday present for you." 

"You do?"

He nods, "So we need to get to where it is." 

"How?" 

He flashes me his signature smirk at my question, in which I panic a little, "Oh no, what do you have planned now?"

He tucks his hands into his front pockets, facing away from me and began to walk across the street. 

"Elvis! Where are you going?" 

He briefly turns to me and uses his head to beckon me to follow him. I sigh and follow him into yet, another unknown. 

"Wrong question, honey. It's where are WE going?"

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"Nova? Nova?" 

A hand is rapidly shaking my arm, I gasped bolting my eyes open. I blink my eyes a few times and survey my surroundings; beige walls, photos, posters, a closet. It seems to be that I am laying down, my hands move around and feel soft material beneath it; my bed. I am in my bedroom. I slowly slide myself up in a sitting position. 

"It was a dream. It was all a dream." I mutter to myself, swallowing hard at the realisation. 

"Of course it was, you nutcase!" I turn to my right and see Luke with his backpack slung over his shoulder, holding a jug of water. 

I yawn, "Luke? What?" 

"F.ucking hell, woman! I have been trying to wake your ass up for the past, " He pauses, looking at the watch on his wrist, "Fifteen minutes now!" 

I shake my head a little, "Why?"

He takes out his phone from his pocket and faces the screen to me. It's Monday. Monday which means we have a lecture today. 

"Oh s.hit." 

"Exactly! You better get dressed now, or I will be using this jug of water after all!" He threatens to spill it on me. 

"Okay! Okay. I'm up." I get up from the bed, rush to my closet to retrieve the outfit that I have planned a week ago and then rush to my bathroom with a quick shut of the door. 

It's not that Luke particularly cares about being late for class, because he doesn't. It's just that the seats in this specific class become full very quickly, and the only unoccupied seats that would be left are the ones at the very front. Ones that both myself and Luke hate since this particular professor just loves to aim the questions at the people in front row. And there is no room for error; this professor wants the right answer. If you are not precisely providing him the right answer - it is the humiliating. That is why the very back row is the safe haven in this class. 

I plop my clothes on the bathroom counter near the sink, as I start to brush my teeth. 

"Luke, I am so so sorry! This never happens."

I hear Luke pacing back and forth outside the door. 

"It never does which makes me think. . . " Luke gasps, "Were you having a s.ex dream?" Luke questions in a hush whisper, his pacing steps stops. 

"What?! Oh god, no!" My cheeks flare up in embarrassment at the thought. 

"You sure?" 

I shake my head, even though he cannot see me. 

"I am positive, Luke!"

"Positive that you were having one or positive you weren't?" He asks further, his voice closer now as I imagine him closer to the door. 

I quickly finish changing into my clothes and swung the door open as I brushed through my hair. 

"I did not have a s.ex dream. "

He puts his hands up in defence, "Just making sure. I mean, even if you did - I would not be the one to judge you, bestie. I myself indulge in my own share of pleasurable dreams, so-"

I shut my eyes and wave my hands, "No, no, no. let's drop it now, okay?"

Luke laughs at my reaction, "Alright. But you can't blame me for asking though since I have never seen you in such a deep sleep. Plus,  you did have a really big smile on your face." He arched an eyebrow at me with an amused grin, teasing me. 

"I did?" 

"Uh-huh. Like a child on Christmas morning. You were glowing, missy." He elbowed me playfully. 

We exit the apartment and make our way to the parking lot. As I close the door to my car, all that fills my mind is the fact that for the first time in my lifetime; I can remember it all. I remember my dream. Every detail, and it is so vivid in my mind. 

It was so real. It felt so real. 

I let out a deep sigh, and start the engine as I turn the radio on. I reverse out the parking lot, as Luke drives closely behind. 

"Good morning to all our listeners. Ah, Monday. Another week continues! If you are a student dreading the classroom, or an office worker mustering the strength to get though that 9 to 5 routine - we are here at HITS 101. Bringing you all music that will get you through whatever the season. Now we have requests coming in very fast. Our first request is an old, but gold tune. This person requested this to be played for their friend whose recently celebrated their birthday. Here is A Little Less Conversation by The King, Elvis Presley!" 

I almost slammed my brakes. 

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A Request No One Asked For:

Someone👏🏼 give 👏🏼me👏🏼 some👏🏼 SMUT👏🏼 with👏🏼 our 👏🏼blue 👏🏼thick 👏🏼mandalorian👏🏼 Boiiii👏🏼 AKA the Heavy Infantry from Chapter 3.

I wanted to draw Sammy so here’s Sammy I don’t know what this is though. He’s supposed to be dead But in this I guess he’s alive

Something something end of book 4

And there are my characters from chapter 4. There names were Xandra Angel and Emile.

Detenganme!estoy escribiendo como una loca XDD

Stop me! I'm writing like a crazy woman XDD

The English version is below ;)).

Sorpresa!!capítulo nuevo :DD

Cap 4:Intentando ser amigos...

-2 días después-

Estos aún seguían enojados,aún después de pasar un tiempo,simplemente esa discusión fue mucho para ellos,como para querer hacer algo.Warden aún no lo quería dejar ir,nunca dejaría ir a un prisionero,eso jamás lo aceptaría.Once-ler no le hablaría por rencor y orgullo,lo odiaba y ese era más que un motivo suficiente.

Once-ler:Pff,idiota!-enojado y acostado en la cama-

Warden se encontraba en su oficina,de mal humor y viendo hacía la ventana.

Warden:Pff,quién lo necesita?yo no,solo es un cretino,engreído-haciendo puchero y hundiéndose en su silla-para nada genial…claro que no!

Esté tratando de entretenerse,mirando a todos lados y pucheros.

Warden:¡Aaa!maldita sea…voy a ir con él y voy a confrontar esto!-levantándose de la silla de un brinco y yéndose-

Caminaba hacía la celda de Once-ler,de manera lenta y de vez en cuando deteniéndose,dudoso de su decisión.

Warden:Agg…sí,no,sí-arreglándose el traje y nervioso-no importa,yo mando y voy a ir ahí,no importa lo que él diga!yo soy el guardián y nadie me da órdenes.

Esté deteniéndose cuando llegó,sin darse cuenta llegó y esto lo puso nervioso.

Warden:Uff,ya llegué?-tragando saliva y tomando una gran bocanada de aire- pff,desde cuándo me importa esto?

Esté tocando lentamente y pausada,esperando a que el otro le cediera el pase.

Warden:Nop!mala idea! -volteándose y apunto de irse-

Once-ler:Si eres tú,largo!no estás bienvenido aquí-sonando enojado y gritando-

Warden:Pff,qué?-sonando incrédulo-soy bienvenido aquí sí quiero!no porque tú me lo ordenes,pff -cruzándose de brazos y un puchero-

Once-ler enojado salió a la puerta,abriéndola y viendo al otro con enojo.

Once-ler:Creí que había dejado claro,¡que no te quiero aquí!-gritándole y con el ceño fruncido-

Warden:Supongo,pero no me importa-transportándose con un arco-iris a la cama del otro-

Once-ler:Um?oye,oye…baja de ahí!-yendo hacía él y jalándolo de las manos-

Warden:¡No! -aferrándose a la cama- ¡vamos!

Once-ler:Vete?-jalándolo y tratando de poner fuerza-no tienes nada que hacer realmente…seguramente no sabes hacer otra cosa…

Warden:No,oh,no!te sorprendería lo que puedo hacer -sonriéndole y mirándolo-

Once-ler soltandolo y alejándose con pena.No intento hacer nada y simplemente se sentó a lado del otro,con las manos en su rostro.

Once-ler:Ugg…eres fastidioso,lo sabes?-sonando serio y agotado-

Warden:Umm…sí,me lo han dicho algunas veces…aunque no es cierto,solo soy un poco insistente,nada más-sonriendo y moviendo las piernas-

Once-ler:Ignoras tu realidad realmente…aunque supongo que eres feliz con eso-mirándolo-

Warden:¡Sí,lo soy!sabes,es mejor serlo…la realidad,amm…apesta un poco,es gris-sentándose a su lado y sonando feliz-

Once-ler:Sí…un poco,aveces…no lo sé-pensando-

Warden:Mmm…oye?-sonando serio-

Once-ler:Qué?

Warden:Aún te duelen las heridas?-sonando preocupado-

Once-ler:Oh,eso?no tanto…solo si las tocas…solo sanarán,ajam-pasando saliva-y tú?

Warden:Oh,pues…estoy bien,golpeas fuerte chico-sonriéndole-

Once-ler:Tú también,supongo que no debo provocarte entonces-sonriendo un poco-

Warden:Sí,supongo que es Superjail…-acomodándose los lentes-perdón por eso,debo tratar de tranquilizarme,no es normal que golpee a los reclusos,no soy un tipo de golpes-risa nerviosa y acariciando sus manos-

Once-ler:Sí,yo tampoco..me descontrole un poco,perdón…supongo que fuí un poco grosero…

Warden:Oh,eso?...tranquilo,los demás reclusos no son precisamente princesas delicadas,jaja-riendo un poco-no serías el primero en golpearme realmente…

Once-ler:Oh,entonces ya estás acostumbrado?-sonando preocupado-eso no debe ser agradable…

Warden:Tranquilo,no es algo de qué preocuparse…supongo que es algo normal aquí,no lo tomó a mal…solo como algo de su conducta en reforma.

Esté tratando de sonar tranquilo y acomodando su sombrero,un poco nervioso.Once-ler simplemente lo pensó pero supuso que no debía preocuparse del todo.

Once-ler:Sí…creo,si no es molestía preguntar…¿por qué insistes en ser mi amigo?no te lo tomes a mal…-sonando nervioso-

Warden:Oh…pues,pues…pienso que eres un tipo agradable,no muchos lo son aquí y quiero ser tu amigo,sí,eso-tratando de no sonar extraño y nervioso-

Once-ler:Oh,gracias…sí,creo que lo soy y supongo que no actue muy agradable ese día jejeje

Warden:Tranquilo,eso ya pasó…lo olvidaré,créeme…por eso trate de arreglarlo!-sonriendo y parándose de la cama,brincando-y voy a arreglarlo!

Once-ler:Oh,pues…qué vas hacer?-prestando atención-

Warden:Tú solo sígueme-yéndose,dando brinquitos y sonriente-

Once-ler:Oh,espera!-siguiéndolo y llegando a su lado-

El otro tenía un plan y lo iba a hacer,está vez sin arruinar nada o tratando de no hacerlo.

Once-ler:Qué vas a hacer?-mirándolo-

Warden:¿Tú bebes alcohol?-rodeándolo con un brazo-

Once-ler:Sí,no soy un gran bebedor pero sí…

Warden:Yo tampoco lo soy,pero aveces tomó un poco en el Superbar,es un lugar tranquilo,te gustara

Once-ler:Sí,supongo que lo es jeje-un poco nervioso,sabía que ese lugar sería un desastre o por lo menos un matadero-

Estos llegaron al Superbar,entraron y sí!El lugar era un desastre como siempre,aunque normalmente bajaban la intensidad del caos en cualquier lugar cuando Warden llegaba,por algún tipo de miedo al tipo loco y caótico que consideraban que era él.

Warden:Y aquí estamos!será divertido Once-ler-haciendo que el joven pase y sonriendo-

Once-ler:Sí,no creo que sea tan malo-entrando y volteando a todos lados por temor-

Warden:Sí!estarás bien,estás a mi lado!-sentándose en la barra junto con Once-ler-

Once-ler:Supongo…-viendo como unos tipos atrás le hacía señas obscenas y amenazandolo de muerte-aunque parece que algunos no les agrado…jeje

Warden:Tranquilo,yo me encargo de que nada te pase…para eso soy el guardián y tu…conocido,eso creo-volteando a ver todos lados-dónde demonios está…JARED!-sonando irritado-

El hombre bajito llegó,nervioso y mirándolo con miedo.

Jared:Sí señor?

Warden:Oh,ahí estás…como puedes ver!Once-ler y yo venimos a tomar algo…tal vez platicar las cosas y necesito que utilices tus manitas para preparar unos tragos-sonriendo y explicando con las manos-ok?

Jared:¡Enseguida señor!-yendo a hacerlo rápidamente-

Warden:Y bien Once-ler,qué puedes decirme de ti…digo,tengo un expediente de ti que Jailbot entrego,asi que no puedes mentirme en algunas cosas-tambaleando las piernas,sacando el expediente y guardándolo en su sombrero nuevamente -

Once-ler:Pues…amm,haber…no creo ser tan interesante,bueno!Soy el dueño de una fábrica de Thneeds.

Warden:Oh,sí!eso lo leí en el expediente…suenan bien esos t-th…bueno,eso!-sonriéndole y tratando de decirlo con algunas complicaciones-

Once-ler:Pues sí,de hecho son una cosa muy imaginativa…creo,pueden ser lo que quieras…ya sabes esas cosas como”tu imaginación es el límite”y eso…

Warden:Bueno,señor Once-ler…supongo que usted es muy imaginativo!eso te debió dar ventajas…

Once-ler:Sí,aunque fue difícil llegar a ser lo que soy…-recordando aquellos tiempos-

Warden:Oh,y quién es Once-ler exáctamente?digo…el nombre es un poco extraño pero,solo pregunto.

Once-ler:Pues…no lo sé,así me llamo…es un tanto extraño,aunque ella dijo que era su error de…una vez-un poco triste y cabizbajo-

Warden:Uff,bueno…quién lo dijo?suena como una especie de cosa cruel…-mirándolo y sonando curioso-

Once-ler:Mi madre…aunque fue una discusión,no creo que lo haya…dicho en serio…

Jared entregándoles sus tragos y yéndose.Warden lo miró,un tanto incómodo y no sabiendo qué hacer para hacerlo sonreír.

Warden:Uff,padres…no soy exáctamente bueno con esos temas,no soy precisamente bueno para decir que tuve una figura paterna a seguir…y eso-girando los ojos incómodo,queriendo cambiar el tema-

Once-ler:Sí…creo que yo tampoco -tomando de su trago y dando un soplido-pero,no creo que debamos hablar de eso…mejor,dime algo tuyo-sonriendo de nuevo-

Warden:Oh,¿de mí?pues-emocionado siempre de hablar de sí mismo-pues…sabes,yo construí está cárcel y como puedes ver,es increíblemente genial y súper avanzada,claro que sí…odio las cárceles de verdad,son grises,aburridas y para nada divertidas!como la de mi padre…pero hice que ese legado fuera más alegre,menos gris.

Once-ler:Entonces esto es algo de”de generación a generación”?

Warden:Sí,pero…pero yo soy mejor guardián,pff,claro que sí-tomando de su trago y sonando presumido-hay un premio en mi cuarto que lo dice,ajam!

Once-ler:Supongo que eso es genial,no tengo precisamente un premio pero si el reconocimiento de muchos…aunque tal vez en el futuro podría tenerlo…oh,cierto-otra vez sonando triste-

Warden tomó su trago,un tanto nervioso,sabía que significaba ese “oh,cierto” y no quería pelear con él otra vez.

Warden:Amm…¿cuántos años tienes?pareces ser uno de los reclusos jóvenes que llegan aquí…-cambiando el tema repentinamente-

Once-ler:Amm…25 años,y tú?pareces ser joven también-curioseando y sosteniendo su trago-

Warden:Oh,me halagas,en cuanto a eso,pues…-sonando nervioso,no es su tema favorito pero él mismo se metió y no podía escapar,no había ventanas-amm…oh,eso…pff,39…per-pero soy muy atractivo,eso debe quedar claro!- tratando de cubrir su ego dañado-

Once-ler:Tranquilo,nadie dijo que no…sí,eso creo…no pensé que los tuvieras,te ves menos que esa edad-tranquilizando al otro-

Warden:Obviamente,como puedes ver…¡soy alguien sumamente atractivo y elegante!-sonando presumido y con el ego subido-pff,la edad es algo…algo aparte…a quién le importa?

Once-ler:Tranquilo,supongo que no…no creo que debas preocuparte de eso,no aparentas esa edad-tomando-

Warden:Oh,gracias…es bueno saber que alguien reconoce eso,es obvió que es eso.

Once-ler:Bueno,sí…creo-acabando su trago-

Warden:Y bueno~qué más tiene para contarme,señor Once-ler-mirándolo atentamente y sonando interesado-

Once-ler:Ammm,veamos…-pensando en que decir y no sonar aburrido-no lo sé,pff,probablemente solo pueda hablar de mi negocio,de Thneed-ville y de la bola de pelos-sonando un poco molesto-

Warden:Uh,de qué hablas?me refiero a lo último

Once-ler:La bola de pelos?hablo del Lorax…es una pequeña molestía para mí y mis planes,solo va a mi oficina o a cualquier lado a donde voy,solo para molestarme y decirme”no tales los árboles””sabes hacía donde cae un árbol?””estás cegado por la avaricia”pff,tonterías…

Warden:Uh,suena molesto…he lidiado con algunos sujetos molestos,¿quieres que le diga a Jailbot que se encargue de él?-pensando en ya como hacerlo o lo que le diría al robot-

Once-ler pasó saliva y se quedó en shock por lo que menciono el otro.

Once-ler:Qué?no!...digo,el tipo no me agrada pero tampoco quiero que tu robot asesino se acerque y le haga daño,si lo entendiste verdad?-mirándolo con sospecha-

Warden:Ok,ok…entendido camarada,no le diré que le haga daño a tu molestador personal-tratando de sonar convincente y relajado-

Once-ler:Eso espero,sabes…antes eramos amigos pero…

Warden:Pero qué?-poniendo atención y dispuesto a oír la historia-

Once-ler:Pero eso acabó cuando…cuando empecé a talar los árboles,prometí que no lo haría…pero son solo unos árboles,realmente a nadie le importan…

Warden:Uff,bueno…ciertamente así lo es…rompiste tu promesa,nah,no me sorprende oír a alguien que rompió una promesa…menos de ti,no por nada estás aquí-sonriendo-

Once-ler lo miró un poco molesto y con un claramente “este no es el momento”.

Warden:Uh,sí…claro,perdón-sonriendo ahora nerviosamente-ajam!supongo que eso hizo que se apartaran,no?

Once-ler:Sí,creo que es al único que le importan los árboles…bueno,se supone que esa es su tarea y para lo que nació hasta donde yo sé…el tipo salió de un tronco a reclamarme y decirme cosas como”soy el Lorax guardián del bosque,habló por los árboles¨”realmente fue algo extraño…

Warden:Oh,yo también soy guardián de algo…¡tenemos tanto en común!podríamos ser amigos-sonriente-

Once-ler:Sin ofender…pero no creo que le agrades,el no es fan de la violencia y no es precisamente un tipo que le guste la sangre,que por cierto tienes algo de ella en la mejilla derecha-sacando un cigarrillo de su saco y prendiendolo para fumarlo-

Warden se limpió la sangre con un pañuelo que sacó de su manga y la miró con una cara seria y pensativa.

Warden:Jeje…sí,es un problema por aquí,de todos modos no le agrado a mucha gente-sonando un poco serio-creo que tengo más enemigos más que amigos,ajam!pero eso no importa…tal vez son ellos los del problema…

Once-ler:A veces así es,pero a veces no…no importa,creo que yo tampoco tengo tantos amigos de todos modos,algunos solo están conmigo para sacar noticia o algo que puedan decir de mí…de todos modos no me importa,estoy consiguiendo lo que quiero…aunque es un poco molesto que gente ande detrás de ti todo el tiempo,solo para saber si hiciste algo mal o algo bien para difundirlo,pff-dándole una calada a su cigarrillo-inquietante…

Warden:Mmm..sí,supongo…no hay gente detrás de mí todo el tiempo exáctamente,pero entiendo que debe ser una molestía,ajam!aunque Jared es como tener a una bola quejante detrás de ti todo el día,pero aprendí a ignorar eso-siempre lo ha hecho-

Once-ler:Mmm…sí,eso creo,quiéres?-ofreciéndole un cigarrillo-

Warden:Oh,no gracias…tampoco soy un buen fumador,solo debes en cuando…ya sabes,un poco de estrés por aquí y haya que liberar-sonrisita-

Once-ler:Ok,está bien…entiendo eso,a veces solo hago esto en mi oficina y veo como mi dinero crece…me pregunto cómo irán las cosas haya?-pensando y sorpresivamente no muy preocupado,solo pensando en cuánto tendrá que hacer-

Warden:No…no lo sé,supongo que bien…-un poco nervioso y jugando con sus dedos en la barra-

Once-ler:El Lorax debe estar cantando de alegría al ver que ya me fuí,pff,nunca lo he visto cantar…eso debe ser algo histórico jaja-risita divertida-nunca está de buen humor como para hacerlo de todos modos…

Warden:El tipo suena como alguien divertido aunque un tanto gruñón-pensando y poniendo una de sus manos en su mentón-

Once-ler:Uff,lo es…aunque puede llegar a ser alguien con quien platicar si lo necesitas…jeje-recordando esos tiempos y recargándose un poco en la barra-

Warden lo miró y simplemente sonrió,el chico parecía muy nostálgico ahora,de alguna forma se veía atraído a querer conocerlo aún más.

Warden:Sí,suena interesante…

Siguieron platicando y bebiendo,hasta que Warden simplemente cayó en la barra dormido,es ahí cuando Once-ler entendió que era hora de irse.

Once-ler:Amigo,qué haces?diablos-acomodándose el traje-estás dormido?

Viendo como unas Z salían de su alrededor,alejándose de él.

Once-ler:Pff,eres todo un personaje…vamos!-moviendolo-no quiero cargarte!...

Warden:Mmm…no-durmiendo-

Once-ler se levantó,un poco desequilibrado pero pudiendo mantenerse firme después.

Once-ler:Entonces,te dejaré~-fingiendo que se va-

Warden:No!..no puedo pararme,estoy un poco…mal

Once-ler:Parate,no seas exagerado…-viéndolo y cruzado de brazos-

Warden intentó pararse,parecía bien,pudo hacerlo y mantenerse firme.

Once-ler:Vez?estás bien…solo hay que irnos-sonriendo-

Warden:Creo que sí-dando un paso y cayéndose,sin intentar mantenerse-

Once-ler:Ups,tenías razón entonces…bueno,tengo que llevarte entonces…

Esté agarro los brazos del otro y lo llevo arrastrando,no lo podía cargar ahora por la falta del equilibrio por el alcohol ,pero al menos intento algo.Warden era liviano en Superjail así que no había de qué preocuparse,aparte el tipo estaba dormido,no le reclamará por eso. 

Once-ler:Bien,ahora dónde está tu cuarto?-viendo a todos lados-

Warden:Mmm…m-me encargo-sacando su bastón y llamando a Jailbot-Jai-jailbot ven a recoger a papá en el pasillo,ya sabes-soltando su bastón y durmiendo de nuevo-

Once-ler:Qué?pudiste hacer eso todo el tiempo?...agg,ya que..-soltando al otro y esperando a que el robot llegue-

Warden:Shhh~haz silencio,estoy durmiendo…-acurrucado y sonriendo en el suelo-

Jailbot llegó y cargó al alcaide,sabía lo que tenía que hacer,sonriéndole con cara de píxel feliz al joven.

Once-ler:Supongo que te encargas de él,bueno…adiós-sonriendo y despidiéndose-

Warden:-medio dormido-Adiós!

El robot se fue junto con el hombre mayor.Once-ler se fue,un tanto divertido por todo lo que acaba de suceder.

Once-ler:Esto será…extrañamente divertido…

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Surprise!! new chapter :DD

Cap 4:Trying to be friends...

-2 days later-

They were still angry, even after some time had passed, that argument was simply too much for them to want to do something. Warden still did not want to let him go, he would never let a prisoner go, he would never accept that. Once-ler would not I would speak to him out of resentment and pride, I hated him and that was more than a sufficient reason.

Once-ler: Pff, idiot! -angry and lying in bed-

Warden was in his office, in a bad mood and looking out the window.

Warden: Pff, who needs him? Not me, he's just a jerk, stuck up - pouting and sinking in his chair - not great at all… of course not!

He's trying to entertain himself, looking around and pouting.

Warden: Aaa! damn… I'm going to go to him and confront this! -jumping up from the chair and leaving-

He walked towards the Once-ler's cell, slowly and from time to time stopping, doubtful of his decision.

Warden: Agg…yes, no, yes-fixing his suit and nervous-it doesn't matter, I'm in charge and I'm going to go there, it doesn't matter what he says! I'm the warden and no one gives me orders.

He was stopping when he arrived, without realizing it he arrived and this made him nervous.

Warden: Ugh, am I there yet? - swallowing saliva and taking a big breath of air - pff, since when do I care about this?

Knock on the door and deliberately, waiting for the other person to give the pass.

Warden: No! Bad idea! -turning around and about to leave- Once-ler: If that's you, get out! You are not welcome here-sounding angry and yelling- Warden: Pff, what? - sounding incredulous - I'm welcome here if I want! Not because you order me, pff – crossing his arms and pouting –

An angry Once-ler approached the door, opened it and looked at the other.

Once-ler: I thought I made it clear that I don't want you here! -screaming and frowning- Warden: I guess, but I don't care-teleporting in a rainbow to the other's bed- Once-ler: Huh? Hey, hey… get down from there! - approaching him and pulling his hands - Warden: No! -clinging to the bed- come on! Once-ler: Leave? - pulling him and trying to put force - you really have nothing to do… surely you don't know how to do anything else… Warden: No, oh no! You'd be surprised what I can do-smiling and looking at him-

Once-ler let go of him and walked away shame He didn't try to do anything and simply sat next to the other, with his hands on his face.

Once-ler: Ugg…you're annoying, you know that?-sounding serious and exhausted- Warden: Umm…yes, I've been told that a few times…although it's not true, I'm just a little insistent, nothing more-smiling and moving his legs- Once-ler: You really ignore your reality…although I guess you're happy with that-looking at him- Warden: Yes,really! You know, it's better to be… reality, amm… it stinks a little, it's gray - sitting next to him and sounding happy - Once-ler: Yes…a little,sometimes…I don't know-thinking- Warden: Mmm…hey?-sounding serious- Once-ler: What? Warden: Do your wounds still hurt? -sounding worried- Once-ler: Oh, that? Not so much… only if you touch them… they will only heal, aham-swallowing-and you? Warden: Oh, well… I'm fine, hit hard boy-smiling at him- Once-ler: You too, I guess I shouldn't provoke you then-smiling a little- Warden: Yes, I guess it's Superjail… - adjusting his glasses - sorry about that, I must try to calm down, it's not normal for me to hit inmates, I'm not a figthing guy - nervous laugh and caressing his hands - Once-ler: Yes, me neither… I got a little out of control, sorry… I guess I was a little rude…

Warden: Oh, that?…don't worry, the other prisioners are not exactly delicate princesses, haha-laughing a little-you wouldn't be the first to really hit me… Once-ler: Oh, so you're used to it now? - sounding worried - that can't be pleasant… Warden: Don't worry, it's not something to worry about…I guess it's something normal here, he didn't take it the wrong way…just as something about his behavior to reform.

He's trying to sound calm and adjusting his hat, a little nervous. Once-ler just thought about it but figured he shouldn't worry at all.

Once-ler: Yes…I think, if it's not a bother to ask…why do you insist on being my friend? Don't take this the wrong way…-sounding nervous- Warden: Oh…well, well…I think you're a nice guy, not many are here and I want to be your friend, yeah, that-trying not to sound strange and nervous- Once-ler: Oh, thanks…yes, I think I am and I guess I didn't act very nice that day hehehe Warden: Don't worry, that's already over… I'll forget it, believe me… that's why I tried to fix it! -smiling and getting up from the bed, jumping- and I'm going to fix it! Once-ler: Oh, well… what are you going to do? -paying attention- Warden: You just follow me-leaving, jumping and smiling- Once-ler: Oh, wait! -following him and reaching his side-

The other had a plan and he was going to do it, this time without ruining anything or trying to do it.

Once-ler: What are you going to do? -looking at him- Warden: Do you drink alcohol? -surrounding him with an arm- Once-ler: Yes, I'm not a big drinker but yes… Warden: I'm not one either, but sometimes he had a little at the Superbar, it's a quiet place, you might like it. Once-ler: Yes, I guess it is hehe - a little nervous, I knew that place would be a disaster or at least a slaughterhouse -

They arrived at the Superbar, they entered and yes! The place was a disaster as always, although they normally lowered the intensity of the chaos anywhere when Warden arrived, out of some kind of fear of the crazy and chaotic guy they considered him to be.

Warden:And here we are! It will be fun Once-ler-making the young man pass by and smiling- Once-ler: Yes, I don't think it's that bad - entering and turning everywhere out of fear - Warden: Yes! You'll be fine, you're by my side! -sitting at the bar along with Once-ler- Once-ler: I guess…-seeing how some guys behind him were making obscene signs and threatening him with death-although it seems that some of them don't like me…hehe Warden: Don't worry, I'll make sure that nothing happens to you… that's why I'm the guardian and your… acquaintance, I think so - turning to look everywhere - where the hell is… JARED! - sounding irritated -

The short man arrived, nervous and looking at him with fear.

Jared: Yes sir? Warden: Oh, there you are…as you can see! Once-ler and I are going to come over for a drink…maybe we'll talk things over and I need you to use your little hands to make some drinks-smiling and explaining with your hands-ok? Jared: Right now sir! -do it quickly- Warden: Well, Once-ler, what can you tell me about yourself? I mean, I have a file on you that Jailbot gave me, so you can't lie to me about some things-moving your legs, taking the file out and putting it back in his hat - Once-ler: Well… amm, I have… I don't think it's that interesting, well! I am the owner of a Thneeds factory. Warden: Oh yes! I read it in the file…those thne-thneed sound good…well, that! -smiling at him and trying to say it with some complications- Once-ler: Well yes, they are actually something very imaginative… they can be whatever you want… you know those things like "your imagination is the limit" and that… Warden: Well, Mr. Once-ler… I guess you're very imaginative! That must have given you advantages…

Once-ler: Yes, although it was difficult to become what I am… -remembering those times-

Warden: Oh, and who is Once-ler exactly? I mean… the name is a little strange but, I'm just asking.

Once-ler: Well…I don't know, that's my name…it's a bit strange, although she said it was her mistake…once-a little sad and crestfallen-

Warden: Ugh, well…who said that? It sounds like some kind of cruel thing…-looking at him and sounding curious-

Once-ler: My mother…although it was an argument, I don't think she meant it…

Jared handing them their drinks and leaving. Warden looked at him, somewhat uncomfortable and not knowing what to do to make him smile.

Warden: Ugh, parents…I'm not exactly good with those topics, I'm not exactly good at saying that I had a father figure to follow…and that-rolling his eyes uncomfortably, wanting to change the topic-

Once-ler: Yes…I don't think I do either -taking his drink and drinking- but, I don't think we should talk about that…better, tell me something about yourself-smiling again-

Warden: Oh, about me? Well-always excited to talk about himself-well…you know, I built this prison and as you can see, it's incredibly cool and super advanced, of course…I really hate normally prisons, they're gray Boring and not at all fun! like my father's… but I made that legacy more cheerful, less gray.

Once-ler: So this is a “generation to generation” thing?

Warden: Yes, but… but I'm a better guardian, pff, of course - sipping his drink and sounding smug - there's a prize in my room that says so, aha! Once-ler: I guess that's great, I don't exactly have an award but I do have the recognition of many…although maybe in the future I could have it…oh, right-again sounding sad-

Warden took his drink, a little nervous, he knew what that “oh, right” meant and he didn't want to fight with him again.

Warden: Amm… how old are you? You seem to be one of the young inmates who arrive here… - suddenly changing the subject - Once-ler: Amm… 25 years old, and you? You seem to be young too - browsing and holding his drink - Warden: Oh, you flatter me, as for that, well…-sounding nervous, it's not his favorite topic but he got into it himself and couldn't escape, there were no windows-amm…oh, that…pff,39…but-but I am very attractive, that should be clear! - trying to cover his damaged ego - Once-ler: Don't worry, no one said no…yes, I think so…I didn't think you had them, you look younger than that age-reassuring the other- Warden: Obviously, as you can see… I am someone extremely attractive and elegant! -Sounding conceited and with a raised ego-Pff, age is something…something apart…who cares?

Once-ler: Don't worry, I guess not… I don't think you should worry about that, you don't look that old- Warden: Oh, thanks… it's nice to know that someone recognizes that, it's obvious that's what it is. Once-ler: Well, yes… I think - finishing his drink - Warden: Well~ what else do you have to tell me Mr. Once-ler-looking at him carefully and sounding interested- Once-ler: Ammm, let's see… -thinking of what to say and not sound boring- I don't know, pff, I can probably only talk about my business, Thneed-ville and the furball-sounds a little annoying - Warden: Hey, what are you talking about? I mean the last one. Once-ler: The furball? I'm talking about the Lorax… he's a bit of a nuisance to me and my plans, he just goes to my office or wherever I go, just to bother me and tell me "don't cut down the trees" A tree? fall?" "You are blinded by greed" pff, nonsense… Warden: Uh, that sounds annoying… I've dealt with some annoying guys, do you want me to tell Jailbot to take care of it? -thinking about how to do it or what I would say to the robot-

Once-ler was surprised by what the other mentioned.

Once-ler: What? No!…I mean, I don't like the guy but I don't want your killer robot to come up and hurt him, you understand right? -Looking at him suspiciously- Warden: Ok, ok…understood comrade, won't tell you to hurt your personal annoyance-trying to sound convincing and relaxed- Once-ler: I hope so, you know… we were friends before but…

Warden: But what? -paying attention and willing to listen to the story- Once-ler: But that ended when… when I started cutting down the trees, I promised I wouldn't… but they're just trees, no one really cares… Warden: Ugh, well… it certainly is… you broke your promise, nah, I'm not surprised to hear someone who broke a promise… least of all you, you're not here by anything good -smiling-

Once-ler looked at him a little annoyed and with a clear “this is not the time”.

Warden: Uh, yeah… sure, sorry-smiling nervously now-ah! I guess that made them move away, right? Once-ler: Yeah, I think he's the only one who cares about the trees… well, that's supposed to be his job and what he was born to do as far as I know… the guy came out of a log to claim and He tells me things like “I am The Lorax, guardian of the forest and I speak for the trees.” It was really something strange… Warden: Oh, I'm also a guardian of something… we have a lot in common! We could be friends-smiling- Once-ler: No offense… but I don't think he likes you, he's not a fan of violence and he's not exactly a guy who likes blood, which by the way you have a little bit on your right cheek. I take out a cigarette his and light it.

Warden wiped the blood with a handkerchief he pulled from his sleeve and looked at her with a serious, thoughtful face.

Warden: Hehe…yes, it's a problem around here, not many people like me anyway-sounding a little serious-I think I have more enemies than friends, haha! but that doesn't matter…maybe they're the ones with the problem … Once-ler:Sometimes it is, but sometimes it isn't…it doesn't matter, I don't think I have that many friends anyway, some of them are only with me to get news or something they can say about me…I don't care anyway, I'm getting what I want…although it's a little annoying that people are after you all the time, just to find out if you did something wrong or something right to spread it, pff-taking a drag on his cigarette-disturbing… Warden: Mmm…yeah, I guess…there aren't exactly people behind me all the time, but I understand that it must be a bother, aha! Although Jared is like having a complaining ball behind you all day, but I learned to ignore that-he's always done that- Once-ler: Mmm…yes, I think so, do you want? -offering him a cigarette- Warden: Oh, no thanks… I'm not a good smoker , you just have to from time to time… you know, a little stress around here and you have to release it-smile- Once-ler:Ok, okay…I understand that, sometimes I just do this in my office and watch my money grow…I wonder how things are going?-thinking and surprisingly not very worried,just thinking about how much he will have to do - Warden: No…I don't know, I guess fine…-a little nervous and playing with his fingers on the bar-

Once-ler: The Lorax must be singing with joy to see that I'm gone, pff, I've never seen him sing… that must be something historic haha-funny giggle-he's never in a good mood to do it anyway… Warden: The guy sounds like someone fun although a bit grumpy-thinking and putting one of his hands on his chin- Once-ler: Uff, it is…although it can be someone to talk to if you need it…hehe-remembering those times and leaning a little at the bar-

Warden looked at him and simply smiled, the boy seemed very nostalgic now, somehow he was drawn to want to know him even more.

Warden: Yes, it sounds interesting…

They continued talking and drinking, until Warden simply fell asleep at the bar, that's when the Once-ler understood that it was time to leave.

Once-ler: Dude, what are you doing? Damn-adjusting his suit-are you asleep?

See how some Z's came out from around he, moving away from him.

Once-ler: Pff, you're quite a character…come on!-moving it-I don't want to burden you!… Warden: Mmm…not-sleeping-

Once-ler stood up, a little unbalanced but able to stand his ground afterwards.

Once-ler: Then, I'll leave you~-pretending to leave- Warden: No!…I can't stand up, I'm a little…bad Once-ler: Stop, don't be exaggerated… -looking at him and crossing his arms-

Warden tried to stand up, it seemed fine, he was able to do so and hold his ground.

Once-ler: See? Are you okay…we just have to go-smiling- Warden: I think so-taking a step and falling, without trying to stay- Once-ler: Oops, you were right then… well, I have to take you then…

grabbing the other's arms and dragged him, I couldn't carry him now due to the lack of balance due to the alcohol, but at least something. Warden was light in Superjail so there was nothing to worry about, besides the guy was asleep, He will not complain to for that.

Once-ler: Well, where is your room now? -looking everywhere- Warden: Mmm…I-I'll take care of it-taking out his cane and calling Jailbot-Jai-jailbot come look for dad in the hallway, you know-releasing his cane and sleeping again- Once-ler: What? Could you do that all the time?…agg, since…-releasing the other and waiting for the robot to arrive- Warden: Shhh~shut up, I'm sleeping… -curled up and smiling on the floor-

Jailbot arrived and picked up the warden, he knew what he had to do, smiling with a happy pixel face at the young man.

Once-ler: I guess you'll take care of him, well… bye-smiling and saying goodbye- Warden: - half asleep - Goodbye!

The robot left along with the older man. Once-ler left, somewhat amused by everything that had just happened.

Once-ler: This will be… strangely fun…