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I've gotten a lot busier than before, so updates will be kind of slow.

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Still looking for a beta.

"Hagoromo, you know this is for the best. For you three and the world."

I stared at the moon.

I wasn't dreaming.

I looked around, making sure no one was around.

This was an illusion.

But was it really?

A thick pervasive fog filled my mind, numbing all thoughts from that subject.

This is real.

A soft voice (it sounded like - - - - - - (Why can't I remember the name?)) echoed the room.

Or in my head.

Clearly, I must be going insane.

"Clearly."

Other/Past/I-don't-even-know-anymore me appeared in front of me, worse for wear.

Black mist-like fluid (blood?) dripped from the cuts on the Other Me's body, dissipating before touching the ground.

"You're hurt."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Fuck off, Watson."

We sat in silence.

The window cracked and shattered. A small bundle of smoking something skidded across the floor before stopping.

"Crap. She's coming?"

The figure staggered to its feet and growled.

"Who?"

"Kaguya. Who else?"

"Oh, I dunno, some other-worldly entity who decided that 'Hey! You're going to be my secretary/slave' and decided to mess around with reincarnation so I went through some significant number of trials to deem me worthy or something."

More silence.

"We're getting off track here. You, Third-Life, remember this. This is not real."

"Okay-hey wait, what do you mean Third-Li-" The sound of ripping interrupted our conversation.

A horned shadow slipped into the room, with each step Other-me and the small figure grew fainter.

It stared at me.

I stared back.

It stretched out a limb to touch me and I blacked out.

"Six days left."

Sitting here was boring.

I stared at the book Ciana left, contemplating whether or not to read it.

I may be bored, but I'm definitely not that bored.

Nevertheless, I reached out to grab the book.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep that night.

"Five days left."

"Avery, you look terrible!"

"I blame it on my boredom."

"Four days left."

Another sleepless night.

The red moon stared down from the sky, as if it were mocking the world below.

This isn't real.

Those words echoed in my head, but I didn't know where they came from.

I ignored those words.

"Three days left."

Sherlock stared outside. "When are you going to be discharged?"

"Probably in a few weeks or so. They still need to run tests."

"Two days left."

"Come on, Avery! Just a few more laps and you'll be done!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"One day left."

Another two weeks passed without an incident.

"A week has now passed. What is your answer?"

I was talking to Sherlock when a small knock drew our attention to the door.

Before a hyperactive thing burst through the doorway in a shower of confetti.

"HEY THERE, AVERY!"

"Paris, stop doing that! I can't clean up after you every time!"

I stifled a laugh. "Well, that might just add a few more days, Sher-" Sherlock had his hands tightly over his ears. "Oh right…"

London, who finally cleaned up all the confetti, whacked Paris on her head. "Don't do that around Sherlock!" He hissed at her, "you know he doesn't like loud noises."

"Oh...yeah…" Paris slightly wilted and looked guilty. She walked towards Sherlock and tapped his shoulder. Sherlock looked up and moved his hands away.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, nii-san."

The world blurred. I heard shouts in the distance, but they seemed too far away.

What's happening?

Too late for the question, as the world fractured around me.

Bruises made themselves known in flares of pain. Sharp snaps of bones echoed around.

Sherlock reached out to me, his face distraught, but even he was riddled with cracks and disintegrated.

A burning sensation bloomed in my chest, spreading throughout my whole body.

Then…

Nothing.

Or maybe not.

Everything cleared, and I was greeted to an irate face.

"Hagoromo-nii, you're late."

Omake: Tanked (3)

Hamura was going to do it.

He was going to ask Yami what she thought of him.

Hamura hoped that his previous attempts at… asking her hand in marriage had been forgotten.

Adjusting his robes, he set out into the forest, where he knew Yami would be picking herbs.

Yami was bent over, inspecting each leaf before it was placed in the straw basket.

It was a daily routine of hers; a way for her to get away from the rest of the village.

Not that she didn't like the village, per say… but it was nice to be alone for a change.

Or at least, so she thought.

Hamura hid behind a tree, watching for the perfect moment.

There!

Stepping out, he walked towards Yami, he cleared his throat.

Yami whirled around, shocked, before fading to her usual annoyed face.

"So… hello, Yami-san." Hamura coughed. "So, um…"

"What is it, Hamura-sama?" Annoyed and defensive. Not good.

"I'm-er, I apologize for my previous attempts at courting you."

Yami's face took on a confused look.

"It was rash of me to demand marriage without your consent." Hamura continued, looking down in shame.

"And so, I would like to propose that we-" His words were drowned out by a deep rumble.

"Get behind me." He ordered Yami, who obeyed without hesitation.

They waited.

And waited.

Until a tank crashed through the foliage, breaking a trees.

The barrel glinted in the sunlight, towering over both of them.

"Yo!"

Hagoromo popped out the hatch and waved. Zetsu formed on his head and waved sheepishly.

"Oh," seeing both Hamura in front of Yami, Hagoromo came to a realization, "are we interrupting something?"

Not waiting for a reply, he spun the turret around and shouted "Full speed backwards, Shio-san!"

"G-got it!" A muffled voice came from the front. The tank thundered back into the forest.

Another moment silence.

"I'm going to kill him." Hamura growled.

"I'll help." Yami offered, grabbing a nearby stick.

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