Hareta Hachi hopped up and down while waiting for the train to arrive, her glasses and white and blue backpack rising and falling with each jump. Now a teenager of 15 years, she was finally able to start on her journey to becoming a hero. Well, she already started, but it was still surreal to her. Especially since she made it into the all-time best hero school there ever was: Yuuei High! And got into Class 1A! She still giggled at the sear amazement of it all. A dream come true!
Her comrades stood at the side, chattering amongst themselves and sparing a side-way glance to the bouncing girl.
"Oh, this is awesome! Going to our internships! Far too awesome!" Hachi sputtered between hops. Her fellow students smiled weakly at her over enthusiasm as she fixed her wide glasses back onto the bridge of her nose.
It was after the Sports Festival, of course. Everyone in her class had both succeeded and failed, including her; but that didn't stop her for a minute. Just got to keep going.
'So, who are you interning with?" One boy with quills sprouting out of his head and back, resembling a porcupine, asked a girl with teal hair and violet skin.
"I'm interning with Uravity. You?" the girl known as Kaminoke inquired.
"I'm going to Red Riot! He's awesome!" the boy known as Tenshi answered back.
"I don't think interning with him is the greatest idea," Another girl with pink irises and forearms glistening with clear gel interjected when she walked in range of the conversation. Amujeru, also known as the buzzkill girl in Class 1A.
"What? Wha ya mean?" Tenshi questioned.
"Your quirks don't mesh well together, meaning that he won't be able to teach you well. His is hardening while yours is throwing quills," she informed, rather rudely in Hachi's opinion, if she were listening.
"Fine, whatever, these don't really matter anyway."
Kaminoke gasped quietly before saying, "How do these not matter? We have to train as heroes, and who to teach us than pros?"
"Yeah, but my cousin says it's was a waste of time for him. The hero he was interning for just pampered him and put him in shiny clothes."
"Can't Stop Twinkling, I presume," Amujeru hummed.
"Yep."
"Well, let's just hope it goes okay for us. Amujeru, who are you interning for?" Kaminoke calmed the rising tension with an off topic question.
Amujeru straightened her back and a small, proud smile stretched her cheeks. "I'm interning with Pinky." The other two hid their snorts behind their hands at the hero name. "She will be able to help me with more control with my quirk, solidifying gel."
"That's great," Kaminoke said.
Tenshi glanced back on Hachi who was staring at the train schedule, but her train of thought wandered into space. She snapped back to reality with a question from his mouth, "Hey, Hachi, who are you interning for?"
The girl spun on her heel to face the others, who could have swore they saw sharp canines sprout from her mouth. "Why!" Hachi exclaimed with a dramatic flare. "I'm interning with the greatest hero of all time! The one! The only! KABOOM!" She yelled as she pantomimed an explosion with her arms aimed at the sky.
She waited for an answer, but when none came within five seconds, she lowered her arms and tilted her head back to her audience. She saw on their faces expressions of awkwardness and disagreeing opinions. Silence rang through the circle of classmates before Hachi cut it short. "What?" She asked, unaware of the embarrassment clouding her words.
"Don't you think that KaBoom can be a little . . ." Kaminoke started.
"Intense?" Tenshi finished.
"Well, y-yeah, b-but that doesn't really matter. His skills are incredible! Like when he beat up that one guy last month! Plus, his quirk has to do with his hands like mine, and ummm. . . ." Hachi trailed off, her brown eyes flicking from one pair of eyes to the other.
"It's true about the hand similarities, it's just that my friend's brother once had him for an internship. The poor thing went home crying half way through the week." Kaminoke told the girl, trying to ease the news onto who she was worried could hurt her feelings.
"And, no offense, but he sort of acts like you in a way, really crazy when you're fighting somebody, which is kinda . . ." Tenshi couldn't finish his sentence. So Amejeru finished for him.
"Like a villain."
Hachi stiffened. Tenshi and Kaminoke whipped their heads to Amujeru with a hiss of disapproval.
"No," Hachi muttered, the three looked back at the girl's face. "He's not a villain. He's the number three hero, but the absolute best at his job. So what he's intense?" Hachi spat the word as if it were venom from a snake bite. "He's the greatest hero there ever was."
The others tried to say something else, but she turned to leave before they could. "My train comes in five minutes, so I gotta go." She picked up her suitcase with the number six painted on each side, and walked briskly to Station 4.
An hour later, Hareta Hachi stood in front of a pair of glass doors, outside a tall building that could have been a skyscraper if it had one more floor. This was it; KaBoom's hero agency building.
The brunette stood there, basking in its shadow while one hand death-gripped one strap of her backpack while the other clutched the handle of her suitcase for dear life. Her entire body quivered and her breathing became ragged. Anxiety gripped her heart, but her grin never wavered. Clenched teeth filled her smile and she stiffly walked to the doors, one step after the other.
Passerbys hardly noticed the girl's struggle as they went along with their daily business.
Hachi grabbed the stainless steel door handle and threw it open with a jerk. She quickly walked in, a blast of cool air hitting her face, and she made her way to the reception desk before the door slowly closed.
Many people in suits and hero costumes passed and traveled down many hallways and pressed buttons for the elevators. A few glanced her way, some lingering longer than others, but they flicked their eyes back to their paths.
A line complete of two people, now three since Hachi joined the line, waited for the receptionist to stop typing away. She addressed the woman in front, who seemed angry for some reason. The receptionist gave the lady a card and told her to wait in one of the chairs. Though she wanted to continue, she snatched the card and stalked to one of the uncomfortable looking chairs at the right wall.
The man next in line only seemed to need a floor number and he was on his way to the elevators.
Then it came Hachi's turn. She filled the spot in front of the desk when the receptionist smiled warmly and said, "Hello, what can I do for you today?"
Hachi smiled nervously back before stuttering, "Umm, I-I'm here for the in-internship. For KaBoom. W-When can I be there?"
The woman typed with lightning speed on her computer for a few moments, the teenager standing awkwardly, gazing around the room. Something seemed to pop up onto the screen and the receptionist said, "You can go up there right now. His office is the top floor, the first door you see on your left."
Hachi nodded, bowed quickly and muttered, "Thank you."
"Good luck," the receptionist said as Hachi walked to the elevator.
She joined the small crowd standing in front of the elevator doors. When the doors opened, another crowd spilled out to make room for the next one. The people seemed to morph to the box shape and Hachi stepped in to the slightly cramped space and managed to press the button to the top floor. The doors closed, Hachi standing in the middle, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, as the boxy compartment ascended to the floors above. Each resident stepped off the elevator when his or her floor came, until it was only Hachi standing alone in the elevator.
"Okay, inhale," Hachi took a deep breath in, "exhale," she released the breath and along with the oxygen and carbon dioxide, she could feel the wires of tension unravel into straight lines. Her usual grin smacked back onto her face, her excitement finally taking control of the wheel. "Oh, man, I'm meeting KaBoom! Finally! This is AWESOME!" The brunette pumped her fist to the ceiling and jumped.
A ding came from above the doors and a second later, they opened to reveal a nicely furnished open space complete with a stunning view of the city from atop the buildings. The carpeted floor covered the entirety of the room, though rugs were strategically littered about. Black leather couches and chairs were placed around a wide, glass coffee table that was covered with newspapers and a lonely coffee mug. The high ceiling made way for several dome-like chandeliers to light the dark room.
The girl looked to the left and there it was, the gray door to KaBoom's office like the receptionist said.
Hachi gulped and walked to the door. Her hand hesitated before it rapped thrice on the door with wooden knocks. A moment later, a rough voice sounded from within, "Come in."
Her hand gripped and turned the silver knob, the door opening to reveal a room made up of four navy blue walls, a dark gray carpet and another dome chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She opened the door wider to see a slightly smaller room than the other but still had a brilliant view of the city above. In front of said window was a sandy-haired man dressed in a business suit sitting in an office chair behind a desk with a simple computer and keyboard off to the right side while a single framed picture turned to him occupied the left. Two office chairs stood in front of the desk as an audience. His arms were crossed over his chest and he seemed to glare at her.
This was it. The Explosion Hero KaBoom.
"Who are you?" He questioned harshly to the girl in the doorway. His red eyes pierced her soul and she struggled to say something.
"I-I'm Hareta Hachi. I'm here for the in-internship . . . ?"
Realization flashed across his eyes before returning to its stern gaze. His back straightened and he reached under the desk to pull out a drawer. He rummaged inside before finding the chosen item and pushed the drawer closed. He lifted the object to his face, his hand holding a . . . stopwatch?
"Five minutes in and you already fucking failed," KaBoom said, staring at the face of the little clock.
The girl blinked. "What?"
"A hero is always ready for action. In other words, in their hero suit. Which you are not. So I'm giving you five minutes to find the bathroom, get dressed and run back. Got it?" He informed. Hachi barely followed.
"Wait, wh-"
"Starting now," he hit the button with his thumb, the tiny arm moving steadily around. When he glanced up to see her standing there, dumbfounded, he carefully instructed once more, "MOVE IT!"
Hachi finally snapped out of it, jumping at his bark and spinning around to run out the door. Her backpack and suitcase jiggled as she ran across what she would know call a sun room over to the right side of the room where a hallway covered side to side with doors waited to be traveled, or ran upon. She frantically searched each door, opening and closing each to be disappointed with the sight of no toilet or sink. She came to a door in the middle of the hall and placed on the left side, she couldn't describe the relief to see a sink and toilet.
With no time to lose, Hachi jumped in, slammed the door shut, and flung off her backpack and school uniform. She knelt next to her suitcase and unclipped the top to reveal her hero costume. Hurriedly, she placed her glasses in her glasses holder and slipped into her full-body spandex, complete with arms and legs, and struggled to reach behind her back to zip it into place. Then, she pulled the Kevlar breastplate over her head and struck her arms through the holes at the side. She then snatched the shoulder guards and clipped them into place. Next, she shoved her legs through the knee-high boots, also strapping on the knee guards, then realizing she almost forgot her elbow guards and strapping them on, too. Then, solely for fashion purposes and to cover her butt, she slipped on her skirt that was made up of six leather triangles connected by a strip of black elastic. The inspiration for the design screamed "gladiator."
Finally, she stuffed her long, bark brown hair on the top of her head and squeezed her head into her helmet. White plastic covered the back of her head, then it stopped at the line to make way for clear plastic glass made specifically for her eyes, holes punched at where her mouth should be so not to fog up the glass easily.
Quickly, she grabbed her school uniform and stuffed it into her suitcase to replace her hero costume. She slammed it shut, one arm of her coat sticking out the back, grabbed her backpack and the handle and she jerked the door back open to allow her to sprint back to KaBoom's office. She skidded across the carpet as she turned suddenly from the bathroom, continued running through the hallway and across the sun room until she made it to the office. Though, tripping on the last step and the floor personally welcoming her to the face. But she was just barely across the doorway.
KaBoom clicked the button again upon her arrival. He consoled the time before saying, "Well, congratu-fucking-lations, you made just in the nick of time."
Hachi laid there on the floor, panting her lungs back to life. Upon processing what he said, she grinned and closed her eyes in tired victory. Shooting an arm in the air, she whooped the word, "Yes!"
"Get up, idiot," KaBoom commanded as he stood from his chair and rounded the desk just to lean against the front.
Hachi did as instructed and hopped up from the floor with new found energy. She stood, straight as a board, and awaited new instructions. It would be lie to say she wasn't excited already.
KaBoom looked her up and down, judging her hero costume. He clucked his tongue before saying, "Alright, kid. You're not the one I asked for but I'm stuck with ya for a week so you'll have to do. I saw you at the Sports Festival," Hachi brightened at being noticed, "You have a strong quirk. Lots of potential, but you lack talent and focus." Hachi dimmed at the honesty. "I saw how you froze up at the third match. Like you saw a fucking ghost. But I'm gonna make sure that doesn't happen again. Got it?" His blood red glare made it so that it would not be questioned. Hachi regretful expression morphed into one of determination.
"Got it!"
"Another thing, you will call me either KaBoom or sir. Any other name and I'll personally throw you out the window."
Hachi raised her right hand to her forehead in a salute. "Got it, KaBoom sir!"
The hero rolled his eyes and grunted. "What's your hero name?"
Hachi straightened her posture, partially glistening with pride. "Plasma Cannon!"
The man raised a brow, his mouth turning into a frown. Judgement of her name was evident, but he didn't say a thing about it, instead he got up from his leaning position, rounded his desk and pulled out another drawer. Shuffling through it, he picked out a file and walked to the door. Hachi respectfully stepped out of the way.
"I have to go to a fucking meeting with a bunch of asshats who think they know more about money than me. I'll be back in three hours. If you go through my stuff you'll find yourself tied upside-down to the flagpole for the rest of the week," he threatened with a evil glint in his red eye.
"Y-Yeah! No stuff-throughing! I'll remember that!" Hachi replied nervously.
"Good. Now get into some normal clothes and vacuum the place," KaBoom commanded. Hachi was about to ask why, but one glance at his sneer said to not question him.
"Yep, yep, yep! Vacuuming! You can count on me!" Hachi saluted once more, which a growl rumbled from KaBoom's throat followed. He walked to the elevator, pushed the button, which surprisingly opened immediately for him. As if the elevator was afraid of the mighty KaBoom also.
When the doors closed and the hero was gone, Hachi released a breath that she didn't even realize she was holding. She looked down at her hero suit and sighed. Guess she got dressed for nothing, huh.
The teenager dragged her feet back to the bathroom with her suitcase and backpack in tow. Once there, she traded her hero costume for her uniform, which she also traded for her casual clothing. A simple black shirt with an angry skull painted at the front and dull green cargo shorts whom she realized too late were for boys; but they worked as pants, so who cares? She slipped on her sandals as she walked back to the sun room and dumped her luggage on the floor next to the hallway. She looked out at the almost empty sea of gray carpet with islands of couch and rug.
"Okay, vacuuming. I can do vacuuming, just have to find the closet," she said to no one in particular. She traveled back down the hallway, much slower this time, and again checked every door. She was meant with the sight of no vacuum or any cleaning supplies for that matter. She had made it to the final door and thinking this was it just to being thoroughly disappointed again. Frustration knocked its way into her head and zipped around her body, resulting in her stamping her feet on the carpeted floor.
"Okay, okay. Think," Hachi closed her eyes and scrunched up her face as she knocked her knuckles at the sides of her head, only the most obvious way to think. "No vacuum. Has people do it for him. Which means janitors. Which means supplies closet. And that means . . .that the reception lady knows where it is!" The last line she cheered for her smartie-pants accomplishment.
She ran to the elevator and punched the button, but the elevator stayed closed unlike with KaBoom. The girl groaned, her shoulders slumping at the excitement ruined by waiting. It was fair to say that it took about six minutes for the doors to open, the brunette spending her time by whistling, looking around the room and sitting on the floor.
When they finally opened, she jumped inside from the floor and hit the button for the main floor. She bounced in anticipation, the elevator moving slowly compared to her mood, and occasionally stopping for another passenger. As each new arrival came, she continued vibrating with impatience. Each floor dinged away every minute. She would have gone faster via stairs.
When she finally made it to the ground floor, she dodged bodies and skidded in front of the reception woman. It seemed that the lady was expecting her as she turned to her with a practiced air and asked, "What can I do for you, miss?"
"Y-Yeah, do you know where the supply closet is? I need a vacuum," Hachi explained.
"Down that hall, third door to your right," the receptionist instructed as she pointed to her left, but also seemed to be rehearsed.
"Thanks!" Hachi over her shoulder as she dashed to said door. The girl dodged several more people before she planted her feet in front of the beige door, but when she found that the knob that was rubbed dull with use was locked, she stomped her feet and banged her head on the door once, twice, thrice before she slumped her shoulders with her face supported against the dull wood.
Two people walked by, sending her bemused glances, before she rebounded off the wall and gripped her hair between fists. Her face scrunched up once more while she thought with her whole brain. "Okay. Okay, okay. Locked. Key. Vacuum in the supply closet that is locked, but is a supply closet so . . . janitors!" Her body jumped without her mind registering it and she landed running to find any clue of a janitor.
Her feet smacked the floor as she raced down each hallway around the lobby for a person with a big garbage can with wheels, but none were to be found. When she made it back to the lobby, she decided that the next floor was to be searched. But with the stairs; she couldn't waste any time.
Finding the stairs to the next floor, Hachi ran up the stairs two at a time. She spotted the familiar red door with the silver block to push your way onto the next floor. Bursting from the doors and breathing heavily, Hachi looked left and right before turning right and running down for at least a guy in blue footie-pajamas. The brightly lit hallway was strangely empty compared to the lobby.
Again, searching the floor in a wide square, she was rewarded with no janitor.
Hachi ran back to the stairs, jumping up each odd numbered step, she came to the door of the third floor. "Third time's the charm!" she cried to the new floor. Opposite of the last floor, she turned left, this hallway occupying one human that seemed startled to see a girl running toward them in a somewhat darker hallway. Hachi found it funny that she heard a squeak from the person.
The teenage girl turned to the next hallway before even reaching the sudden turn and almost hit the wall as a result. Then, she saw the thing of her ambition, a man in navy blue janitorial clothing and pushing a garbage can on wheels down the hall.
"SIR!" Hachi yelled to the man leisurely walking down the way. He jumped at the sudden cry and turned to see a creature sprinting at him full speed with a shirt that could be described as death. His face showed slight fear before she stopped in front of him and leaned on her knees gasping for air. "Do you have . . . hhehheh . . . keys for, heh, supply closets?"
"Well, yeah, I do. Why?" His slight drawl sounded from his throat and a brow raising on his forehead.
"I need a, uh, a vacuum. For vacuuming."
"Heh, and here I thought you needed to kill a zombie," the janitor chuckled.
"Yeah, that too, can I have the keys to get it now?" Hachi inquired with impatience evident in her voice, leaping from foot to foot.
"Nah, I have to keep them on me at all times. You'll have to show me the closet."
"O-kay! Just follow me!" Hachi said stiffly as she pointed back down the hall and started speed-walking to the stairs.
"No can do, I have to finish this floor, but I'll come down when I'm finished," the janitor said.
Hachi's eye twitched and she had the urge to stomp her foot on the ground in frustration, but she just grumbled, "Okay."
The janitor went on walking, but Hachi followed him, feeling that if she didn't have him in her sight, he would disappear, never to be seen again, and unable to open the closet.
The man didn't walk into any business rooms that were undoubtedly holding meetings of some sort. He just walked along, dusting off a fake plant or two and replacing full garbage cans with fresh plastic bags, and trying not to look behind himself to see a girl staring holes in his back with eagle eyes.
After what seemed like an a century for the burnette, the man rounded his way back to the elevator doors with the words, "Alright, all set. Let's go get you a vacuum."
Hachi mentally screamed, "FINALLY!" and silently pumped her fist to the wall.
The janitor pressed the button for "down", but it didn't open right away, which Hachi honestly expected. The two waited, and waited, and waited, and . . .waited. Hachi could feel her eye twitching again. She tapped her sandled foot, the sound muffled on the carpeted floor, and she felt she was going to scream when the doors finally opened. Two people filed out and the janitor and the brunette filled in their spots, with Hachi rushing in with the slower janitor leaving his portable garbage can and stepping in as well.
The doors closed and the elevator took its time once again to the ground floor. When the elevator stopped and the lobby came into view, Hachi didn't even wait for the doors to fully open. She jumped out of the way of more bodies of people, though the janitor man waded through the crowd and met her at the other side.
"C'mon, c'mon, this door over here! OPEN IT!" Hachi ran down the hallway with the designated door and hopped from one foot to the other as the man sauntered up and reached into his pocket for his keys. A large circle of metal decorated with keys was revealed and the janitor began the irritating task of finding the right one. He murmured under his breath as he searched, checked the key in the lock, then getting discouraged that it was the wrong one, and starting over again with the next key.
After a full two minutes of murmuring and key-checking, the janitor found the final key, it sliding in and turning with ease. Hachi quietly thanked the heavens.
The door opened, and a small supply closet lined with maintenance equipment was revealed. Without flipping the switch, Hachi scanned the interior until her eyes laid upon the treasure: a blue and white vacuum.
"YES! Yes, yes, yes!" the girl chanted as she pounced on the vacuum and dragged it through the doorway by the handle. "Thank you!" she called as she ran backward to the elevator with the vacuum.
"No problem," the poor janitor called back as he closed the door and walked to the elevators as well.
Hachi managed to catch the next ride up the building and squeezed herself and her vacuum into the crowded space. Her finger slammed the button for the top floor as other fingers pressed their assigned floors. She stood bristling with pride all the way to the top floor and stepping out into the sun room. Until she realized.
The cord wasn't long enough to reach the entire room.
"Stupid fucking bastards! Think that I'm no good with money! I'm the best with damn money! They just haven't fu-" The hero KaBoom stepped from the elevator into the top floor made specifically for him but stopped in his tracks at the sight he saw.
The place was littered with orange and red snakes of electrical cords all connected to a single outlet and a single blue and white vacuum toppled on its side. Standing next to it was the girl that was here for an internship, standing frozen as if in mid-jumping jack. Her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clutched tight into fists above her and she screeched with her whole mouth to the ceiling as if the vacuum was a sacrifice to the heavens above.
"The hell is this?!" KaBoom yelled at the girl.
Hachi didn't stop screeching as she opened one eye to see the hero standing in front of the now closed elevator. "I have finished vacuuming, KaBoom sir!" Then she continued screeching to her victory of the past three hours.
"Stop screaming, dumbass!"
She immediately stopped, letting her arms fall and her attention turned back to the hero.
He massaged his forehead, fury barely contained. "Clean this up and don't bother me. I'm not in a very good mood right now and if you don't want to be exploded, I suggest going to fucking bed!"
Hachi raised her hand slowly. He saw it suspended in the air, wondering angrily what that was supposed to mean, which he figured out a moment later. "What?" he barked.
The girl's hand shot down. "Ummm, where do I sleep?"
"Oh, FOR THE LOVE OF- Find something! A closet, a bathroom, you could even sleep outside for all I care!" KaBoom stomped to his office and Hachi winced as he slammed the door. Screams of rage were heard from within before ending abruptly.
Hachi looked at the door for a moment before pouting subconsciously and got to work to gathering the cords and winding them around the vacuum. In the end, the vacuum looked like a cocoon made of stiff orange and red rubber. In a long debate with herself, Hachi hid the vacuum in one of the many rooms of the hallway, hoping no one came and discovered her handy work.
She gazed from the hallway at the office door, half expecting the man to burst out and crash through the window. After a time-span of three minutes with no bursting of doors, Hachi ran to her backpack, grabbed it and retreated back to the bathroom to change into her pajamas; her pajamas being loose gym shorts and a shirt with many explosions detonating at once with the word "kaboom" printed on the front.
In the solitude of the bathroom, Hachi sat on the floor next to the toilet and withdrew her phone from the side pocket of her backpack. With the screen lighting up and the password being answered, the girl checked for any missed calls or text messages. Sad to say there were none, though she had expected it.
In a glimmer of hope, Hachi clicked for her home phone and lifted the device to her ear. Ringing could be heard on the other end as she waited, but only being rewarded with a mechanical female voice saying, "Sorry, this person cannot be reached at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep." A long beep followed.
Hachi opened her mouth to speak, but her voice was caught behind a rock in her throat. She cleared her throat, pushing it away. "Hi, it's me, Hachi. I called to say I'm doing great! Yeah, KaBoom's kinda mean, but he taught me a good lesson! Always be prepared! Really good stuff! And, uh . . . I did vacuuming as my first task. Surprisingly hard. And, and . . .I hope you guys are doing okay. . . When I come back, I'm gonna have abs, I know it! You're gonna love it! Alright, bye, love you!" The call ended, and the girl leaned her head back against the wall and stared at the starch white ceiling, thinking and thinking. After what felt like an hour, Hachi stood up from the tiles, unzipped her backpack to grab the needed items before walking to the door.
The day had turned into night, the sky inky black with no visible stars, but the city was still alive and kicking with artificial light and noises from the street below.
Hachi stood at the mouth of the hallway. She looked to the elevator doors and saw four light switches side by side. She flicked them all down at once, the lights above went off, and she strode carefully toward the couches of the sun room. A blanket dragged at the carpet behind her and a pillow was hugged to her side. The girl threw her pillow to the leathery stiff couch and flopped face down after the pillow. She didn't bounce from impact and she soon came to realize that the couch was extremely uncomfortable, but it was better than sleeping on the floor.
Hachi twisted around into the most comfortable position under her blanket, but soon turning so that she was wrapped in a blanket burrito. She sighed, looked out to the city one last time before closing her eyes.
Angelfishcake, being a jerk-face. I am so distracted!
Alright, for those confused, this is a continuation of my other story, Heroes For Little Girls. I decided to make this a separate story because I wanted to keep the other a one-shot while those who have read it can leave the story at that, just a simple story. And those who read this one can have a big mystery as to why she admires Mr. Explodo-kills so much. Well, sort of.
But if you want to read my other story, go ahead. I don't mind.
This is multi-chap btw.
REVIEW! *cough* Sorry, frog in my throat. Anyway, please review and stay creative.