*a light switches on, making the room, covered in papers, folders, unknown knick knacks and whatnot, seem less dark and possibly, less desolate. Even with all the junk around me, I am aware of a muffled clicking sound coming from the short steps I make.

After some searching, I see what I'm looking for. An aquamarine blue rectangle on the table, next to a Totoro puzzle, almost done. With the light shining on it, it looks like it's glowing. In a flash, I flip the lid open, and it reveals a dark screen, with my reflection visible.

I sigh, but find a nearby cable, and plug it in. A red dot flashes, and I hold on the power button for a few seconds

. . . . . .

I see my password screen appear, over a background of all the One Piece characters, and start typing.*

The summer war has endeeeeed~ WOOOOOOOOH~ it's school time soon, which most people wouldn't be happy about, but I kind of am~! 'Cause I get to see my friends, aaand . . .

I CAN TYPE MY FANFICTIOOOON~

Even though I said I might be able to have more time to type this summer, alas it didn't happen. So as a reward for you patience, I'm going on a releasing spree and am trying to devote most of my time to writing and publishing new chapters and hopefully, some one shots to make up for it. As always, write reviews, and enjoy the chapters~!


Chapter 7 - Post Magnus

Magnus's P.O.V

I slump back in my chair, resting in my room. I am positively burnt out today. I've chosen a crush, which tend to last a week at best, entertained guests and played hell out of those cards. Ironically, it doesn't seem like that much but, I assure you, it will take out your spirit.

As I slowly change into my night suit, I ponder on this new development. It's become a hobby for me to choose a random someone to like, whether it's one of our financiers, or just a passerby when we're having a party. I always manage to spend my time, weaving elaborate stories about those around me. Rom Coms, tragedies, you name it. Me being hetero-sexual has been a strange predicament for my political role. I have {awkwardly} discussed this with my parents, and we've concluded that it should be kept secret, or somewhat ignored. Ironically I don't feel any offense or pain about it. I understand why they've said that, and honestly, I would say the same thing. Most people wouldn't the the same way as I do, but I really do feel the connection of my parents. My dad, being the gruff greater demon he is, doesn't express his emotions well, so I've grown accustomed to it. He's kinda sweet that way.

Laying in my bed, I feel surprisingly tired, as if there was an invisible vampire, who sucks out energy instead of blood. I roll around a bit, throwing the pillow up and down, till it rests upon my chest, slowly going up and down. Yeah, because throwing a light object up and down while resting your back and legs must be sooo tiring. I finally close my eyes, dozing off, dreaming of a giant Chairman Meow, and his soft, grey fur against my cheeks.

I wake up groggily, seeing my Mary snooping around my table.

"Uhmmm," I mumble. She flinches and stumbles back a bit.

"W-what are you doing up so early?" She stutters.

"What are you doing at my desk table?" I say while getting out.

Her cheeks turn as red as the garden roses. I click my tongue. It's too early in the morning for this.

"Just, just go. It's fine, I guess . . ."

She quickly scuttles out of the room, like a petite blond mouse. Recently she's really been getting on my nerves. My stomach growls rather un-prince like, so I decide to deal with it later. Dressing in a comfy black button vest, white collared shirt and long dark pantalons. Today's one of my free days, meaning I can do whatever I want. Anything, absolutely anything. I could even, I don't know, run in women's clothing in the yard while singing our anthem. Ok, maybe I couldn't do that but, probably anything else. Probably.

I smell the waffles covered in syrup from the staircase, and hurriedly trot down while buttoning my velvet vest. One of our butlers, named Ellington Miser, informs me with his deep, rumbling voice, that my parents are out on another business trip. I half listen to his rambles while scoffing down some delicious waffles before they get cold. Oh well, less distractions for me.

Don't tell my mother that.

I wipe my mouth with the white linen napkin and feel the heat rays, making my hair feel like a hot pan. I excuse myself, and decide to spend my day making more potions and talking to Chairman Meow to make up for lost time yesterday. Yes, a nice, warm day like this, with birds singing and butterflies fluttering, should be spent in the cold-ish, sort of dark basement.

I go in, and see a weird, glowing mixture inside a conical flask I was working on, on another day. I became entranced with it's neon yellow pigment, and it's aura of energy that it seems to be emitting.

"It," I stammer. "It can't have, have actually worked. It couldn't. It doesn't make sense. How would 'that' chemical change?"

I walk closer, and tap the top of the flask. It's warm around the concoction, but icy cold at the top of the beaker.

"It seems," I think aloud. "that the heat around it is being pulled in."

This could be revolutionary. It really could. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more progress and we could do whatever we want to.

I smile, knowing that I can make my parents proud.


OOOH~ WHAT IS IT~?

Sorry, there isn't any ship moments in this, but this'll come in important later, so I decided to put it in now ehehe. FORESHADOW FORESHADOW FORESHADOW~

Sorry sorry sorry for taking so long. I really am sorry. Please look forward to the new chapters