There were rumors starting to spread of Vongola Nono losing his edge to the passing of time.
Though the word of mouth was the sort to be whispered under the vicious reach of the greatest mafia famiglia in the world, it had still spread, until the people who attended the mafia gala they held were with calculating eyes on the Don and his heirs, risky murmurs breaking out like a rash against the snowy landscape.
It was for that reason, that the old Sky took acute notice of the swordsman that approached his adopted heir on that day, bearing sterling eyes and bared promises that were not projected, but rather kept to themselves; for themselves.
Xanxus, he had known, was a vicious one with a temper to rival the gods themselves- and so when the silverette didn't drift towards his more influential heirs, fixing interest on the supposedly arrogant one that spat and hissed like a scathed cat, the swordsman had quickly become a point of intrigue.
Especially when instead of trying to ineffectually sidle up to the heir like the others before him, he simply stood and watched with the gait of someone trying to figure out if another was worth their time.
After the event, it had barely taken a moment, before the male's information was bought to him- one Squalo Superbia, a prodigious swordsman who had gotten into the most prestigious Mafia Academy on a Scholarship.
Already surpassing everyone in the academy was a feat in within itself, considering the strongest families were the ones to enroll their members- that, was enough to make him idly curious enough to recheck the current activities; for despite the Vongola being an investor, there were more important things to be done with his time.
Of curious note, so far there were 2 extremely strong Flame trackers that had been recorded by the school's system- A Sun and Lightning, though it was likely they were simply the ones that had been unable to hide it.
5 Clouds in total, which made sense- with the Cloud Flame frenzy that had overtaken the Mafia once it was discovered their territorial instincts, Families had taken to either hiding away their Cloud members or inserting them into places of high standing for protection.
From marrying off a Cloud when a family was too weak to protect their own, selling their Cloud's for high prices, and apparently even enrolling them into prestigious Academies, where an open attack would bring the strongest famiglia down on the aggressor's heads; great lengths were being taken.
Apart from the Chiavarone having a Sky in the school, there had been brief mention of a Hibari of all things.
That was enough to make him pause, as he was one of the few old enough to remember when the Clan had been a veracious terror in the Triads and Yakuza, famed for their ruthlessness and bloodlust.
Now though, the Clan had slipped back into the half shadows- whispers remained, of course, of illegal tournaments and dominating champions, of how the Mists had veiled themselves and spread out into the world in a storm of wander lusted warriors.
Even so, apart from a short, dismissive report of the Hibari having matched Squalo in strength, it seemed the ones he had had investigating deemed the clan member inconsequential compared to the pages of information on genuinely influential heirs.
Steepling his fingers, Vongola Nono sighed slowly through his nose, before reaching a decision.
If it had only been Squalo, perhaps he wouldn't have bothered- but if there was the possibility of another student of Hibari origins; from a clan that guaranteed capable fighters; then maybe it was worth offering to enroll Xanxus in the Academy.
The Sky would need guardians, and so far, the swordsman had been the only one who's Flames didn't tear away instantly from his sons Flames of wrath.
(And in another world, the offer would never have been thought of. There, began the ascension of a parallel world to a completely separate timeline.)
…
Examining her long, painted fingernails, she tucked a lock of cornsilk fine hair behind an ear; the mass of which tumbled down her back in cascading waves.
Raising kaleidoscopic eyes, she smiled warmly at herself in the mirror- a pause, and she tilted her head just so, exposing a sliver of her neck and making her hair fall into her face.
She blinks, and her entire form distorts- a moment, and she's back to being a soft featured, gorgeous girl with warmth seeping from her pores.
The smile drops, and her eyes fall to half mast, annoyance marking the crease between her brows.
The expressions still seemed too stiff.
Sighing, Mary Sue stood from her place in front of the vanity- of course, she had an entire dorm room to herself.
Otherwise, she would have had to start hiding bodies in the walls again.
Stretching lazily, she swiped a small, flimsy looking knife from the table top, tucking it into the waist band of her skirt even as she straightened her shirt to hide it- striding forward, heeled boots clicking the ground as she walked, she swung her decorative scythe from its stand against the wall; a flicker of Mist had the cardboard edges gleaming metal under the lights.
She pulled open the door, a gentle, fixed curve to her glossed lips, and nearly tripped over herself when she was greeted to the sight going on in the hallway.
As it was, she simply froze incredibly conspicuously, and watched as a dark-skinned Cloud kicked a girl in the face hard enough she heard the cheekbones splinter.
The tall girl leaned backwards slightly, pose provocative, chin tilted down and eyes darkened under her brows- misaligned lips were twisted into the impression of a scowl, and Mary had half a mind to calmly step back into her room and shut the door.
Because, contrary to everyone around her, her eyes were a bit too clear- Cloud Flames writhed within her, and the blonde carefully shifted her weight.
The Cloud Flames froze in place, and the Cloud faltered, confusion in her stance as her legs nearly buckled.
Mary frowned, and belatedly realized how large the…. Indian's? Italian's? reserves were, to the point she was surprised they were still accessible.
It was rather crippling, if she were to be honest.
Upping the dosage of the Mist Flames that saturated the air, she silently commanded them to remain as a miasma around the Cloud, and relaxed when the girl's eyes glazed over faintly, and her Cloud Flames once again began to shriek in asynchrony.
But still….
She hesitated, before making up her mind, a cheery smile on her face- bounding up to the Cloud, she grinned.
"Hi! My name's Mary Sue, and you are?"
For a moment, she thought the Cloud wouldn't answer, and got ready to slit the girls throat with her blade- if she could still resist, then she was a threat to the mission, and with the amount of Mist Flames seeping into her lungs, she shouldn't be able to react in time.
"…. Rydia Hibari."
She claims finally, and the girl relaxes- there's a fearsome curl to her unwilling partners lips; sculpted features made to be intimidating.
"Could you show me to the cafeteria? I don't know my way around yet."
It wasn't a request.
The Cloud- Rydia- stiffens as she attempts to follow the order, her Flames ripping violently in a gale that was honestly terrifying- for once, there was will.
Blood trickles from between her lips, and she doesn't say anything as she nods shortly, mechanically beginning to lead the new student towards the cafeteria.
It doesn't matter that Rydia wasn't confrontational, that she wouldn't have picked a fight with random girls, it doesn't even matter that she was supposed to be training.
The girl following her hums a cheery tune with a sardonic undertone, and the trickle begins to thicken.
Mary smiled, and decided she quite liked the idea of having a Cloud bodyguard.
…
He was annoyed.
He ignored everyone as he walked, stride prowling and unforgiving- something had his hackles risen to full attention, so he scarcely paid attention to the students that fled from his path in bouts of piercing self-preservation instinct.
They congregated behind him in ripples of murmurs, and he was half interested to see if any would leap to challenge him- but strangely, none did, and he wondered distastefully how he had gotten stuck with the weaklings.
He turned the corner, and strides past a pair of students- despite his indifference, he gets the fleeting urge to look back at the figure of blonde hair and kaleidoscopic eyes, but it's gone before its properly registered, so he continues without a backward glance; his glower parted everyone from his path.
Mary froze in the middle of the hallway, and whirled around- the student who had ignored her is still making his way down the hallway.
Having been making her way towards the cafeteria, chattering lightly at the Cloud beside her, she had been understandably caught off guard to take note of someone in complete control of their Flames.
She uses sharp eyes to take in the spiky black hair, cut into a crew cut- blood red feathers and what seems to be an animal tail of sorts had been braided into a longer lock of hair, and falls from the nape of his neck over a shoulder.
She flares her Mist Flames, but he doesn't stop walking- a moment, and in her growing confusion, she attempts to track his Flames.
(Scarlet rage and howdareyou, ripping tendrils that sting rather than attract, a miasma that ripples around him like a heady cloak of hissing spits- the suffocating RiPrIpPierce that slices through everything around him. Unforgiving currents and dismissive darkness that doesn't bother to shy from the light, instead a worn armor- the hateHaTeHaTeHATE that would tear any Guardians and bonds to pieces.)
She retches, falling to her knees as blood flies from her lips- though her control flickers, the students still flock to help her up.
And would have too.
Instead, her head is slammed into the ground, and the impact is enough to temporarily stun her- when she comes to, she realizes the side of her head is under a boot, and the Cloud has crouched to stare at her with lilac eyes.
The Flicker had given the girl too much leeway, and stupid stupid stupid, She should have slit her neck-
Rydia wipes away the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, not breaking eye contact- then, abruptly, she leans in, and whispers, ever so soft.
"How pathetic."
The boot crushes her head harder into the ground as they push to their feet and walk away, dismissive and cold.
Mary's eyes widen as she lifts herself slightly- a numbness says a bruise is starting to spread down the side of her face, but her eyes are locked on the back of the Cloud.
Theres a waver to the girls stride; a tell tale that she was still weakened.
If she had said anything else, a pulse of Mist would have had the students lunging at Rydia in a bloodbath of death and overwhelming crowds.
If she had said anything else, a pulse of Mist would have made Rydia snap her own neck.
Instead, she's numb to the hands that fret over her, trying to help her up with adoring eyes- all she can see are (Harsh, calloused hands, and oh, aren't you such a PrEtTy ChIlD? Knives and you'retooweak, hands around her windpipe and monsters that watch her from the mirrors, monsters that remind her how BlEsSeD she is to have the face she does, Disfigured soldiers that couldn't meet the standards she set as such a BeAuTiFuL DoLl- Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, and god, you're so PAtHeTic-)
She struggles to her feet, hair falling in a curtain around her (DeAdDeAdDeAd) eyes, and Why didn't he look? She was PrEtTy, wasn't she?
(Be perfect, perfect, perfect, and oh how BlEsSeD you are to have so many Flames, and such a PrEtTy Face! And so SmArt and BeAuTiFuL She was their FaVoRiTe DoLl)
…The mission had been compromised.
She stares silently, and her mask abruptly clicks into place- a warm smile, a gentle laugh, and agreements on how cruel the cloud had been- she allows them to escort the poor, weak, delicate princess of a doll to the infirmary, and makes connections so easily with a gorgeous smile and implication of their own beauty.
But the master was always right.
She recalls (Stormy Sky that blends so easily into the russet red dawn).
The target had arrived, just how the master had said he would.
The master was always right.
…
Rydia barely made it around the corner before she manages to stumble into a hopefully abandoned classroom- she hits the desk edge with both hands, and tries to focus on her breathing for a few moments, because what the ever-loving hell was even happening anymore.
She had gotten into this School so she would have a safeguard until she was strong enough to watch her own back, front and center.
She hadn't been counting on a tactician and Flame user on par with flipping Gokudera.
Because that's exactly what 'Mary Sue' was- She hadn't picked up on the Mist Flames that had seeped into her system, and would never have if not for the dissonance that had occurred moments ago, and she still didn't know what had triggered it.
And that was only accounting for the Mist Flames.
The girl had a bloody cocktail of Flame types, granted none of them were as strong as her primary- even so, the fact that the girls weakest flame was a Sky flicker barely strong enough to light a candle, made it all the more baffling.
It would explain things though, if she had laced her Mist Flames with the little Sky she controlled- if so, the Misty Sky Flames would be actively attracting and tangling around peoples Flames, with the Mist element acting as a euphoric type of drug.
It had the backlash of inversing Flame Natures, though that could have been intentional if she had purposely injected a module of Storm Flames to throw everyone off balance- Rydia had been the most badly affected because of how her first action with her own Flames had been to suppress them.
…. And all that discounted what she could do with her Sun, Lightning, Rain, and Cloud natures.
All in all, a terrifying tactician who had managed to get into a School under supervision of Vongola, and Rydia was kind of regretting how she had blurted out an insult, because now she was probably on the girls hitlist.
…. She just wanted to get a retail job.
Groaning, she slammed her head into the table.
"VOIIII, you done with your shitty existential crisis yet?"
A voice growled, and it's tantamount to how off balance she already is, that she actually manages to ram her elbow into the table and nearly get whiplash in her attempt at snapping her head up to look in the direction of the noise.
Scowling, it was not a sulk, she rubbed mournfully at the developing bruise- Squalo was watching her irritably from a corner of the class, hair messed up and book in his hands- in her expert opinion, she would bet he had fallen asleep with it on top of his face.
…. She had been the victim of that many a time.
"Screw off, I just realized how annoying everything is."
She groaned, and dropped to the floor, body tilted in his general direction.
A pause, before she thinks to question his being here.
His answer is a dark glare, and a pen thrown like a javelin.
Her eye twitched, and she forcefully didn't look at the strands of hair that had been sliced with the attack- instead, she cast an overview of his Flames, and was surprised to see his reserves clear of Mary Sue's taint.
In fact, it almost seemed as though his Flames actively knew to fight against the pull; the flicker having given it enough traction to purge itself clean; Almost akin to an immune system.
…. Interesting.
Unfortunately, she hadn't just swept over his Flame nature, and she had quite a range on her tracking abilities- as such, she made an odd squawking noise when assaulted by sheer (Blood red hate and the slash of an executioner's axe, the roaring rage that makes Murasaki bleed with bloodlust unlike her killing intent-)
She abruptly cut off her Spidey senses, and stared with slightly widened eyes at Squalo, suddenly realizing he was able to track Flames to a certain extent as well.
"Exactly."
He scowls grumpily, and drops the book over his face again- there actually are dark circles under his eyes; probably as a side effect of the few days spent under Mary's control; though she's curious as to why he would be avoiding Xanxus.
Because really, Rydia was only mildly delusional, and it was a bit hard to mistake the Flames of fairy flipping Wrath.
"I thought your Flames would be all over the apparent douche, since you are one."
Was her flat attempt at a snarky probe, and once again she ignores the new pen embedded in the wall behind her head, and how her fringe is now decidedly uneven.
"VOIIIIII! GO FUCK A CACTUS YOU SHITTY CLOUD, I AM NOT DEALING WITH ANY SHIT TODAY!"
He spits, enraged, and she doesn't realize how glad she is to have him back to screaming at full volume until she wants to rip his tongue out and shove it somewhere uncomfortable.
That being said….
"Same bro,"
She says sympathetically, and gets up to start making a pillow fort out of the fancy ass cushions on all the stacked chairs in the class.
He watches her in disbelief as she promptly curls up in an attempt to pass out.
There's a high chance he's wondering what type of hitwoman sleeps in a fucking pillow fort when there's a possible enemy in the room, but she's quite happy to pin him as jealous he hadn't thought of the idea first.
There's an audible smack as he palms himself in the face.
"Fucking idiot."
He hisses, but the rest of the first 3 classes pass in relative silence, and only one attempt at spontaneous murder.
And that one was more akin to a love tap delivered with a 10 ton hammer, because apparently Rydia thrashes around a lot when she has nightmares, and Squalo did not appreciate having a pillow flung into his gut.
(And its so easy for Rydia to snap back to form, because none of this was real, obviously. And she would rather sleep the days away than think about how Mary's eyes had been too stunned, too half crazed, to have been a 2D illustration.)
...
Its around half way into the fourth hour of both Squalo and Rydia trying to catch up on lost sleep, When Dino bursts into the room, desperate- hes greeted to the sight of how the two slackers dealt with being awoken suddenly.
Namely, Rydia snapped her eyes open and was in a combat crouch before he could blink- her free hand had slung the nearest object at him, and so hes hit in the face by a table that throws him to the ground.
Which was actually good, since Squalo immediately sent a slash of blade sharp air at where his head had been moments ago; sword gleaming and chair on the ground behind him.
A moment of silence as they realized how badly they had overreacted, and how Dino's Flames were strangely clear of Mist Flames (Was it bad she was assuming Squalo already knew about Mary?) – Apparently Dino himself doesn't seem to have picked up on anything that had been happening, since he scrambles out from under the chair.
"They hired a mafia tutor!"
He shrieks, horrified and every movement pleading for some sort of divine help- Squalo's eye twitched, and he began yelling something at Dino, whereas Rydia just muttered a 'Finally' and dropped back into her nest of pillows.
Needless to say, Dino ended up sulking sadly in a corner of the room.
…
A few more hours, and it's become evident none of them want to attend class, and that Squalo wasn't training because apparently sword maintenance had taken up all the shits he gave.
The sound of his sharpening it filled the room, and Rydia was starting to toe the dangerous line of stupid and insane.
…. Or extremely bored.
Squalo was tempted to watch through his fingers as she plodded the length of the room like a curious Labrador, sending concerning glances at the windows every so often.
"Have you ever wanted to jump out of a window?"
She asks abruptly, and Squalo does put his head in his hands.
"NO."
He snaps, and there's a moment of silence, before the sound of glass breaking shatters the atmosphere.
Disbelieving, he raises his head.
"VOIIIII, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU JUMP THROUGH IT CLOSED?!"
…
Morbidly curious, he stared out of the window, down the six-story drop, and was greeted with the Cloud casually doing stretches in the bed of broken glass.
Squalo comes to the revelation that Rydia's stupidity is a crime against humanity, and swings himself out of the window after her- he turns it into an overhead strike, unsheathing his sword at maximum momentum.
She has to roll out of the way as he carves the ground where she had been, wrenching and shattering the dirt- he twists midair, and without touching down, backflips to his feet.
Rydia brings her staff down on his blade, eyes and grin manic with the idea of a proper fight, despite her having said she wanted nothing to do with him.
He examines her sleep deprived eyes, realizing she needs to vent- that's till does not excuse her sheer stupidity, so he tries to carve her heart out.
"VOIIIIIIIII, ILL FUCKING MURDER YOU!"
"Expand your vocabulary; it's getting staler than your bloodlust!"
A leg lashed out, and he took a blow to the side even as his blade whistled a line of blood from under her eye.
"FUCK OFF!"
"GODRIC, YOU CANT EVEN BANTER RIGHT!"
"THE FUCK WOULD I BANTER?!"
Slam, dodge the spikes erupting from the ground, slash her thigh and be glanced by an elbow that would have taken his neck.
"BECAUSE YOU JUST HAVE TO, DAMNIT! IT'S A THING THAT'S JUST DONE!"
Squalo ignores her, and her eyes narrow as they both fall into silent, heated flurries of combat.
(Maybe, Xanxus thinks, this entire school isn't so hopeless after all. Red eyes track the duos fight with detached interest, blood splattered boots grinding a student's head into the ground. Weaklings didn't belong in the Mafia.)
…
Nana smiled warmly at the Hibari Matriach as she opened the door to her- despite this, Kasumi still caught the almost reflexive twitching of the woman's fingers.
Ignoring it, she simply smiled gracefully and swept into the house- Nana plodded after her with cheerful, carefully absent-minded chirps of how she hoped Tsunayoshi would do well in kindergarten, and oh, would you like some tea?
Moments, and the grey eyed Mist is watching the brown haired one across from her over the steam of green tea- She was far from a Flame tracker, but…
"Mou, I'm so happy to see you visit us!"
She beamed.
No-one saw you enter, and you chose a time when the house was empty.
Kasumi's eyes curved into a smile eerily reminiscent of her father.
"Well of course. Namimori is under protection of the Hibari, and you are a rather new resident. Have you been fitting in well?"
I found the hitmen sent after you, and though I dealt with them, this kind of security risk shall not be tolerated.
"Mmmhmm! The neighbors are so friendly; I feel really welcome!"
Are you trying to say you can't handle them?
"Is that so? And what of your husband?"
I'm saying I shouldn't have to. Namimori is a place for the retired descendants of Mafioso and the sort, and your husband is disrupting the peace.
"Ah! He calls when he can, but he's on such a long business trip…. He barely finds the time to visit, to be honest with you."
She sighed longingly, and tucks her long brown hair over a shoulder- the top the woman wears is lower in the back, and the action pointedly reveals the faded tattoo of a dragon that peeks out.
He hasn't been here long enough for the hitmen to be from the mafia, and you know it.
"I do hope your managing alright with Tsunayoshi."
And what of your child?
"Mah, he's making a lot of friends! Just like his father!"
Namimori is a place for the descendants of those who retired, and you know Tsunayoshi-kun's lineage. Your own husband is guilty of it, and so is your child.
Kasumi rose the cup of tea to her lips, and was pleasantly surprised to taste no poison hidden in the bitter depths.
"I would hope he makes friends…. he seems rather…. quiet."
Do you plan on teaching him to protect himself?
"Mou, He'll grow out of it! I'm sure he will!"
I will not drag him into that life.
"He is your husband's son I suppose."
You don't have a choice, marrying a member of the mafia- a Sky, no less.
"Mm! But what about Kyoya? Mou, we really need to catch up!"
You said this place is under protection of the Hibari. We've known each other this long Kasumi, can't you do something?
"Kyoya takes after his father to a worrying degree. And yes, we do- maybe later, however."
Kyoya will be taking charge of the overworld protection, and perhaps I can delay it.
She smiles warmly at the Matriach, a note of relief in doe brown eyes that had once been full of the rebellion of the local Yakuza.
They had history, and Kasumi was smart enough to keep it under wraps.
"Mah, I don't suppose we could set up a playdate for Kyoya-kun and my little tuna-fish?"
I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but how strong is your son as a Cloud….?
"Kyoya would eat him alive."
Was the deadpan response, and Nana laughed.
Too strong for your son.
What followed were idle pleasantries, before the Matriach excused herself- it would not do well for people to take notice of her closeness with the resident 'empty headed housewife'. Not only did she have a reputation, but she would rather not bring Nanas façade into question.
…. The woman deserved peace for as long as it would last.
(And Mists were terrifyingly fragile- to be distanced from her Sky for so long…. Sawada Iemtisu was truly a fool.)
…
Location: Undisclosed, 18:00.
It was always dark.
A red light blinked, on and off, on and off, on and off, and it was what his eyes had latched onto with a terrifying intensity.
The light was too dim and too small to make headway into the shadows.
Cloth rustled, and a chair creaked, a torturous groan to pierce the silence- he blinks, slowly, and his scars drag at the lids in a weight like sand.
A white light blinked on, once.
It blinked at 10-minute intervals.
He allowed his eyes to slide closed; his breathing sounded too loud.
Machinery whirred softly as it begun to start up, but still nothing changed except for the gentle click of an AC activating- he thinks he hears whispers in the darkness.
He listens, and he listens until he thinks there's breath at his ears, murmurs filling his lungs with the impossible smell of apple cider and wood smoke.
He feels long hair running through his fingers, and he claws at the empty air- no, he's running his hands through long, untangled hair.
He dares not open his eyes.
The smell of wood smoke grows stronger, and then the laughter begins to make itself known- still, the breaths are at his ear, and he desperately reaches to hear something, anything, a divine direction-
And he hears.
Tears of joy slide down his face, and the laughter makes itself known- he hears the clinking of bangles as they dance, he hears the tinkling of wine glasses as they drink, he hears the crunching of fruit as they feast, he hears the-
He hears them starting to fade, and he cries out for the old gods he knows are there, he cries out until his fisting his hands in the hair, begging them not to leave him alone to the darkness.
The hair turns rough and greasy in his hands, and the strands tangle around his fists- skeletal hands tighten around his throat, and he seizures in an attempt to plead.
The breaths at his ears grow more fervent, and he hears them hissing, spitting at him- he has displeased them.
He cries. And the wood smoke turns to the smell of flesh burning, the apple cider to that of bodily fluids.
He cries, and it's a tortured sob of sheer agony- because he was not worthy of their unrelenting perfection, he isn't worthy.
He had been, once.
He had been a god once, he had been more powerful than any man before- then, the Vongola had come, and they had come with their heirs and their weapons, they had come with their vigilante turned mafia, they had come with their high tier illusionists.
He still remembers the tale of the man with the spade in his eye, and how dare they?
How dare they bring forth an illusionist that had been prided as the most powerful, more powerful than him?
How dare they revel in their glory when their power was falling, when the heads of their serpents were old and blind?
The skeletal hands have tightened, and he dares to open his eyes, wide and pleading for proof that he was still worthy, was still perfect-
He sees a single red pupil, and a single white pupil, and he screams because he sees the spade, and had they forsaken him for-
The red light blinked.
The white light blinked on at 10-minute intervals.
And he screamed.
He's still screaming when the door is finally creaked open, when hesitant murmurs try and wake him from his living nightmare- the murmurs turn fearful, and finally one dares to brush against him, hoping to rouse him.
"Master- "
His hands snap up, and tightens around their face- he sees brilliant blue eyes with pupils dilated in sheer terror, and they should be grateful for how beautiful they were-
The illusion practices were harsher that day.
(A/N) (Anyone interested in submitting OC's for the story, skip to the last bracket.)
HA, BET YA THOUGHT MARY SUE WAS A PARODY CHARACTER!
….none of you thought that….well, I think I'm funny. But no joke, this chapter took me absolute ages to get out, mainly because I scrapped a lot of chapters since I was unhappy with them.
Let me know if you guys want me to create another fic full of the scrapped ideas and unfinished one shots- that way, you'd get a few glimpses of TimeLess while an actual chapter is being pumped out, and you could choose what one shots you'd like me to continue.
By the way, I've got a Deviant account i upload fanart of this fic on, which is...basically...my art...since RYDIA HAS TAKEN OVER MY LIFE AND NOW SHES MY GO TO MUSE- ahem. here ya go- thesecretaryofsatan . deviantart . com
Anyways, I've got a fic recommendation for you guys! Its actually my favorite KHR fic currently out there, sooo…
Under a Clouded Blue, by TheMidgetTitanSlayer
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