Well well, chapter 11! Unfortunately, I'll be going on a trip for two weeks, and after that I'm in charge of a summer camp as a teacher of sorts. So no updates until the end of August :/ No worries, I'll be working in ways to write the next few chapters, because the action rises afterwards!
I would like to thank Flameses, Melibells, Devonne, Abby-Flourite, umbreon241, and SwirlzSmile! Also to those who added this story to their alerts or favorites! I'm happy that you guys enjoy this story!
Saturday, February 5, 2000
One should wonder how the instructors in Shino Academy became qualified. Did they serve as shinigami for a portion of their life and then retire to teach the next generations? Was there a special school in Seireitei for teachers-to-be that I was unaware of? They had to have some experience to teach the newcomers to the shinigami business. After all, this was a path of the military and the military was always dangerous.
So how in the world did Kada become certified to teach students in this Academy? The man did not even try to help me figure out the origins of my lack of self control. Each day, from start to the end of the class, we meditated. No, I meditated; he left after five minutes. One time he even asked me if I had encountered my zanpakutou after all the meditation I had done.
Rukia and I didn't have eternal patience. I could see the way my failures affected her. Of course it would; anyone would've predicted that my Kido problems would disappear after one term. I'm sure that Shino expected this from Class Fives and Fours, maybe a handful of Threes, but never from a Class One.
"Kada-sensei, I think we should do something productive today," I requested, regarding the teacher that was sitting in a seiza position, or Japan's formal sitting, in front of me.
He lifted an eyelid open to reveal those oh-so-annoying mocking brown eyes. "What is exactly the meaning of 'productive,' Costa? I think we're doing just fine."
"No, we're not. I even got worse than when I started."
A black eyebrow rose. "Really? That is most intriguing. Thank you for the piece of information."
"You're not going to do anything about it?" I asked in an incredulous tone, my voice level that of a normal person.
Kada heaved a sigh and lazily nodded. "I am about to. Tell me, are you up for some questions?" Before I could answer, he continued, "Good, well then, what is your favorite color?"
"Yellow," I bit out. No use in asking him when his answer will probably infuriate me further.
"Have you been under too much stress lately?"
Yes. "A manageable amount."
"Is there something disrupting your mind?" His voice was taking an exciting, childlike quality that I became wary of.
What? "I don't understand," I admitted.
"Before coming to Shino, is there something you did that now you don't do?"
"I used to practice martial arts with my sensei every day for about ten hours. Is that what you're talking about?"
Kada hummed and shook his head. He abruptly stood up and started pacing around the tiny wooden room, the back of his hand under his chin and a look of pure concentration on his face.
My teacher paced around for a couple of minutes, meanwhile I stared at something akin to amazement. He was actually doing something for my good and not being a lazy good-for-nothing.
Finally he stopped and turned to face me. "Do you have an unrequited love?"
I blinked. "Not at the moment, no."
"Did a family member die in the last five years?"
"No."
He took a step closer to me and crouched, scrutinizing me intensely with narrowed eyes. "Do you have a passion for something?"
"Yes."
"What is this passion?"
I hesitated in answering. Ever since I came to Soul Society, I had never seen a piano. Quite peculiar, indeed, since pianos would be one of the things I would make sure to have inside my mind. Of course, I blamed this on my lack of imagination, considering the fact that nothing ever went my way.
He sighed and abruptly stood up, shaking his head. "I guess I should explain my seemingly random questions," he stated with a chuckle. Please do so. "You see, one would think that reiryoku and reiatsu are easy to understand. After all, reiryoku is what makes shinigami different from souls, and reiatsu is simply that reiryoku released.
"Everything you see is made out of reishi. You should know that by now, right? Reishi is not entirely aligned with the person. In a way, you could say that reishi is impersonal; the far it goes relating to you is your body and your surroundings. Reishi does not willingly shape itself to what you want, but you have to shape it yourself. Doing so takes a couple of years to do, but once you master your reishi you're done. It will never change composition, so your ability will work now and five hundred years later, and for that we can be grateful.
"Reiryoku, however, is personal. It is your own power. My reiryoku is not the same as your reiryoku. I can't manipulate your reiryoku; it could take years, and who in their right mind would let someone else manipulate them? You are the only one that can master your reiryoku and use it for yourself. The ability to use and manipulate reiryoku depends much on your emotional and mental state. Manifestations of this occur in reiatsu, allowing the people that are very close to you to see fluctuations in your reiatsu and your general well-being. Shinigami consumed by anger will release oppressing reiatsu, those that are in the midst of battle will release reiatsu with the intent to kill.
"It is easy to read emotions in reiatsu, but mental states are harder to decipher. This comes from the idea that emotions are usually easy to read in one's expressions, but you can't read a person's thoughts, no matter how much you know them; you can only have a slight clue of them depending on how perceptive you are. Mental states–"
"Do you think I have a 'mental state'?" I blandly asked, looking up to my teacher with unimpressed eyes.
"–are usually more delicate than emotions," he finished, glaring at me slightly. "They last so long that they become part of a reiatsu signature. I'll ask again, what is your passion?"
When he put it this way, I really didn't have much choice in the matter. I could only hope that he would not read much into it. "Languages and music, particularly classical, jazz, and novelty piano."
"Interesting. . . So listening to music is your passion?"
"No, playing piano is."
Kada grinned and snapped his fingers. "When was the last time you played?"
This time, it was imperative that I answered truthfully but didn't offer all the information. "Before I came to Shino."
Kada's eyes widened in astonishment. "You've gone so long without doing what you love? How is that even possible?" he exclaimed, clearly surprised at my answer.
I, on the other hand, couldn't be more confused. "I don't see why that is bad. I won't die from not playing piano."
My teacher's brow furrowed in thought. "Well, I guess this is the only way. . . Costa, in this time that I have been seemingly doing 'nothing,' I have used this time to finish my Kido."
"You. . . Developed a Kido?"
He grinned and nodded his head proudly. He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall. "Took me a decade and a half, but it's finally usable. The incomplete form is a Bakudo that allows the user to tell things like mood and superficial thoughts. The main purpose is to analyze the reiryoku flow, though. Unfortunately, even the Bakudo needs to be further developed, and I think that I can only use it by means of Hakusui."
"You think you can use it?"
Kada smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head in nervousness. "Well, I have never tried the Bakudo before; I just finished the first phase!"
"And you want to use Hakusui, the source of my spiritual power, to achieve this? You do know that if you make a mistake, you will seal my powers forever, right?" I will never become a shinigami, and I will be stuck in this world forever. I could say that if that happens, I'm as good as dead.
"Now, now, the chances of that happening are very low. Trust me in this, will you? Besides, we might never know the true reason of your failing reiryoku control if you don't let me do this."
I exhaled through my nose and frowned. Honestly, I was very curious myself in seeing what was causing my lack of reiryoku control. Knowing the cause was a step in finding the cure. Rukia had told me that if my control got worse–which it was steadily doing–then I would eventually be unable to learn shunpo, manipulate reishi, use any form of Kido, and communicate with my zanpakutou. The end to this seeming disease was the end of my goal to become a shinigami. The clock was ticking against me.
However, I wasn't about to let him endanger my life and get away with it. "Fine, I'll allow this only with one condition: teach me the Bakudo and Hado when I get better at Kido."
He looked very surprised to say the least. "You want me to teach you Shin'nyu Rida and its complete form?" He then grinned. "Sure, sure; I don't see why not." He waved his hand upward, signaling me to stand up. His face was now solemn and serious, so I inferred that he was about to perform his creation.
I was surprised when Kada placed a hand above my chest where my Hakusui was. "Remain calm, alright?" I nodded slightly, and a sense of trepidation made my hands shake slightly. "Shin'nyu Rida," he muttered, and his hand glowed in an orange light.
I felt something foreign invading me. The feeling was uncomfortable, as if every cell of my body was being studied closely by an unknown source. The force prodded around my brain especially, and an invasive force entered part of my subconscious, my being, superficially.
Trying not to focus on the uncomfortableness, I instead directed my attention to Kada. He wore an expression of intense concentration with a mixture of surprise and wonder. Kada must've found something that intrigued him.
After about five minutes of careful exploration, Kada's hand stopped glowing and he placed it under his chin. He took a step back and grinned sheepishly. "Well, I have some good news and some bad news. Which ones do you want to hear first?"
"Bad news."
"Well," he drawled, "your reiryoku flow is heavily. . . ano, what do kids say these days? Scarred up? No. . . ah, yeah, screwed up. No wonder why you can't use Kido! I guess that after denying what has become a bodily need for so long you damage yourself.
"Now unto the good news! This is completely treatable, and will take some therapy plus giving your body what it needs. The therapy will take a couple of years, but if you go more time without playing piano then your condition will worsen exponentially till you may not be able to use reiryoku at all."
"Interesting. Mind explaining me the mechanics behind this condition?"
He nodded and urged me to sit, which I followed. He raised his hand and pointed his index finger upward. "Now, mental states can affect your reiryoku flow. Unrequited love can affect some people so much that their beings change completely, changing their reiryoku in the process." He started pacing around, clearly too excited to be standing in one place. "The loss of a family member can cause so much pain that one may be unable to use reiryoku. Stress can also do this. Finally, there are some things we do that become intrinsic to our being. This surpasses the idea of hobby; it becomes a passion. My passion is practicing Kido. If I stopped practicing Kido for long periods of time, then my reiryoku would go haywire trying to cope with the idea of no more Kido. Since I do not know how to deal with my new reiryoku, I would have more difficulties in using it.
"Same thing happened to you. After going through so much time without even a thought on piano, you put yourself under so much stress that your reiryoku became inaccessible to you, sometimes even attacking you in the process. Surprising though, usually the passions of shinigami-in-training have something to do with their line of work." His eyes got a thoughtful look and a frown marred his face. "What I don'tunderstand is what's wrong with you. Costa, your reiryoku is like. . . split or something. No, that's not it. Something is constantly consuming your reiryoku, which is weird because you keep your reiatsu stable, as if nothing was happening. Do you feel sick or something?"
"Never better," I replied, as confused as he was.
His frown deepened. "There's something out there that's eating your reiryoku, and for some reason your body doesn't feel alarmed or threatened. . . What are you hiding, Costa?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.
As a small child, I had been taught not to lie. After making my own mistakes, I had realized that lying brought unnecessary pain to the liar and to the victim. Truth, however, was liberating and saved both sides trouble. Even though I do not lie, that does not stop me from doing what is most convenient for me. "I don't understand, Kada-sensei. I am as confused as you are in this matter. Maybe it has something to do with my dyslexia?" I was not telling the truth but I wasn't lying either; I honestly didn't know what was going on.
He sighed and leaned against a wooden wall. "Well, maybe it does. You're just confusing, that's all. If this. . . sucking thing hasn't killed you by now, then it can't be all that harmful. I'm really surprised you can even emit some reiatsu with that thing sucking your energy. You must be pretty strong, kid. Don't push yourself, though. This means you'll tire more quickly than your comrades, which means you have more chances of dying," he warned seriously.
Even more complications to my path to becoming a shinigami, then. No worries, I had no intentions of dying just yet. "Yes, Kada-sensei. What I'm wondering is how am I supposed to explain this new. . . condition to all my sensei?"
"Well, I'll explain this to everyone. I'm sure that with this they won't ask some Kido from you any time soon. What this means is that you'll have it harder to pass your first year." I heard noise from outside, signaling that the students were out. "You're a smart kid though, Costa, and I'm sure you'll pass." Kada grinned and waved his hand. "Ja ne," he said and walked out of the room, leaving me sitting down in the middle.
Wait. . .
How was I supposed to find a piano in this place?
Friday, February 18, 2000
Two twelve-year-olds walked in a hazy road. The first week of seventh grade was finally over, and they were happy to see that they had some classes together. That, and Janice finally had a crush.
"Bea, he's so nice to me! And he smiled too!" Janice gushed.
Beatrice smiled. "Maybe he likes you," she replied softly.
She turned to her best friend, brown eyes hopeful. "You think so? Oh, it would be so wonderful if he did!"
The older girl was about to reply when she felt something bothering her. "Jan, do you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
Beatrice shook her head and continued walking. She was about to explain those chills she got when the feeling got even stronger. Curious to find out, she grabbed her friend's hand and guided her closer to the source, ignoring her protests. The closer they got, the more Beatrice knew something was wrong. She couldn't fathom why Janice did not hear the yells and pleas for help just yet.
"What are you doing, Bea?" Janice demanded when they stopped at a corner. For some reason, her friend didn't want to turn.
"Shh!" Bea placed a silencing finger on her lips and inching closer to the turn. What she saw horrified her. A giant bipedal monster that resembled a gorilla was gorging on a hazy looking man, who was the source of all the noise. Seeing too much, Bea turned to her friend with a horrified expression. "T-There's a-a m-monster out h-here!" she whispered.
Alarmed, but not trusting her friend, Janice walked confidently to the corner. Beatrice was expecting for her friend to scream, but she only looked confused. "What are you talking about, Bea? I know that Mrs. Gast can be mean, but why would you call her a monster?"
"No!" Bea almost shouted. "There's a. . . a black thing in there! It has a freaky mask too! Can't you see it?"
Janice blinked at her friend. "No, Bea. I think you're seeing things."
Beatrice walked to where Janice was standing and there it was again! The monster was breathing heavily and looking around the street. The older girl pointed a shaky finger at it and murmured, "Can't you see it?" Her voice broke as she choked a sob. The thing was looking at her, sizing her up.
It's coming for her!
"Something the matter honey?" an older female voice asked from behind.
Bea turned to see her parents looking quizzically at her. She launched herself at her father and cried in his chest. "T-There's a monster in there! I-It ate a man!"
"Where's this monster, Bea?" her father asked. Bea pointed a finger at the general direction without looking. Carlo frowned. "There's nothing there, Bea."
"But it's real, Papa! It'll come to eat me!"
Carlo stroked her daughter's light brown hair. "Just because you can see it doesn't mean it's real, Bea."
"What do you mean?"
"He means that for something to be real, it has to be observable," Esmeralda said with a comforting smile.
"But, Mami. . . I can observe it."
"Not real for us, though," Al replied, joining the little group out of nowhere.
"I guess that they're saying that if everyone but you can't see it, then it's probably not real," Janice said with a shrug, walking closer to the embracing pair.
Beatrice frowned slightly. "So I'm weird?"
Carlo chuckled and ruffled her daughter's hair. "Think about it like this: people with schizophrenia see things that are not really there, but they think it's real. That doesn't mean that what they see is true."
"So I have schizophrenia?" Beatrice asked in a small voice.
Esmeralda bit her lip and got closer to her daughter. "Some people just see things every once in a while, honey, but that doesn't mean you're sick."
"Remember to pursue the truth," Janice reminded her.
"Truth. . ." Beatrice muttered. "Right." Her eyes widened when she realized she no longer was surrounded by her family but people she had never seen before. The only trait they shared was that they looked hazy.
"That's right," a voice said.
"We ain't real!"
"It's all in your imagination, girl."
"Surprising, 'cause you couldn't come up with something good in your life."
"We exist inside your head. How nice."
"Tell everyone how cuckoo you really are!"
Beatrice started breathing rapidly the more she turned to see who was addressing her. There were so many of them. Suddenly, two more monsters came, one resembling a snake and the other a spider. They started devouring the hazy people as soon as they got there, seemingly relishing on their victims' screams.
"Remember, Bea: what isn't a part of reality isn't real. Look for the truth, always," her father said above all the screams and maniacal laughter.
"There's always an explanation for everything," Esmeralda added.
"Besides, you really don't want to be the odd one, do you?" Al continued with a grin.
"My parents might not let me have a mad friend, after all."
Everyone suddenly disappeared, and all what was left was the twelve-year-old girl and the arachnid beast.
"Oh. . . You look tasty. Don't worry, little one. Remember that I ain't real!" the hollow yelled before eating its precious meal.
My breathing erratic when I opened my eyes. Thick beads of sweat rolled down my face as I scrambled from my futon to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face to cool myself down and then used the hand towel to dry myself. I exited the bathroom and noticed the mixture of oranges and yellows that signified the sun was rising. Sachi was still asleep from her side of the room, her breathing even.
No use in going back to sleep, seeing as I would have to wake up in an hour anyway. However, my body still ached from yesterday, so I decided to lay down on my futon and rest until Sachi woke up.
That dream. . . It was a weird mixture of my memories with my imagination. I usually did not dream, and if I did I always forgot what they were about. Some pieces of my dream were missing already; I remembered a conversation, but how I got there made no sense.
I do remember that most of my dream is a combination of my memories regarding those beasts and the hazy people. After telling my parents, I refused to acknowledge them. After I told my parents of my hallucination, they panicked and surveilled me intensely. This included going to doctors for the next few months to make some tests to see if I really had a problem.
After that, nothing ever bothered me again. Turned out that my parents were right again. My definition of reality did not match the authentic one, and for a moment that affected me. Of course, even now I try to find plausible reasons behind suddenly being able to see those things. Fortunately, the hallucinations never came again, so I never bothered in finding out the why and relive painful memories in the process.
I saw those monsters the day of the shooting. Those hollow started devouring hazy people, but yet again no one seemed to notice them. It was after I was shot that I met a person who could see and destroy the hollow, which adds as another reason to believe that this place is of my creation.
That dream was a great birthday present. Wow, today I officially turn twenty. One more year and I could be drinking some beer with my college friends. College. . . Oh, well, time in this place is probably different, so I shouldn't worry–
"Artemis-chan? Are you awake?" Sachi asked from the other side of the room.
Well, time to rise and shine. "Yes, I woke up earlier than usual," I replied, raising my upper body and leaning on my elbows.
Sachi looked surprised. "I hope you slept enough. You went to sleep late yesterday on that report."
I decided to stand up and stretch. "Well, considering how the students of Class One are their respective team captains in our field trip to the living world, I need to impress the assessors."
"Because you can't perform Kido?"
I nodded. "Correct. I found out that you need an average of eight to be in Class One when you add all of your four Shinigami Arts grades and divide them by four. I've been getting excluded from Kido all this time because Shino had no idea what was happening. Now that they know that this is all my fault, they are treating me the same as another candidate." With good reason, of course. It would be too hypocritical if I wanted special treatment meanwhile I openly criticized it.
"But that's impossible! The highest you can get is a thirty out of forty, and that's not an eight!"
"I know," I said quietly. "Even if I get perfect scores in Hakuda, Hoho, and Zangetsu, if I get another blank grade for Class One I'll be demoted to Class Two." I sighed and shook my head; there were other things I was worried about. "Sachi-chan, have you found the information I asked you about Soul Society musical instruments?" I went for my uniform and then to the bathroom to change into the bathroom.
Kada and Rukia were both trying to heal my reiryoku by converting my affected reiryoku into the original one. However, each day that passed, there was less original reiryoku to use as an example for Rukia and Kada to convert. Besides, what my teachers converted soon became affected afterwards in a vicious cycle. The best they could do right now was to halt the advancement of the unstable reiryoku.
For this purpose, I needed to find my passion, the piano, before it was too late. Most shinigami did not have passions that used "human" items because they never got out of Soul Society until this point. Kada had explained that these passions were an intrinsic part of us. Strong and experienced shinigami abandoned these passions and instead acquired serious goals, most which required all of their might to achieve. The complexity of the beings living in here never failed to surprise me.
"Artemis-chan?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you hear me?"
I sighed and opened the door, facing the bewildered girl. "Pardon me, Sachi-chan. I was lost in my thoughts."
Sachi giggled, her blue eyes not at all bothered. "I said that I couldn't find much information on this piano that you need. The only person that my family is positive that has an instrument is Hisagi Shuuhei-fukutaichou of the Ninth Division. He has a guitar but unfortunately can't use it."
A guitar? Well, I was interested for a while when I was thirteen, and went to classes for a month or two, but I quickly grew disinterested and returned my full-time to piano. I learned some scales and chords, but my knowledge is rusty. I can't teach Hisagi guitar if I don't know how to play it. There goes my idea of teaching Hisagi in exchange of smuggling a piano in this place.
"Thank you, Sachi-chan. So are you sure there are no pianos in here?"
She shook her head slightly. "In fact, if my grandmother hadn't told me and you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't know what a piano was. But Artemis-chan, I'm curious: how do you plan on remaining in Class One?"
"A couple decades ago, a group of Freshmen Class One went to the living world to practice Konso. The group, however, was then attacked by hollows, and they were overwhelmed until Aizen-taichou and Ichimaru-taichou, at that time Ichimaru-fukutaichou, saved–"
"Wait, you don't plan on killing a hollow, do you?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
I grabbed my wooden katana and shook my head. "Of course not. That may kill me; I have no intention of dying any time soon. The point is, some freshmen stayed and fought with their remaining leader. They made such a great example that even one who was horrible in Kido managed to stay in Class One." For time's sake, I refrained from telling Sachi the names of this people. The story I was told was from the combined information I got from Renji and Mihane, reason being Renji was being far too proud and he might have been exaggerating on a few things (which he was, like killing two hollows meanwhile saving Hinamori-fukutaichou simultaneously, but oh well).
"I still don't understand."
"I'm going to make a new field in which to grade my skills. This person was very brave–" or a lucky thickhead "–so he remained in Class One. I don't have courage to do that; I don't want to risk my life, but I'll show that I'm intelligent enough."
"That makes sense," Sachi agreed, getting her uniform from the drawers close to the window. "I still don't know how I'm supposed to deal with my team. What if they have a zanpakutou and I don't? Won't they question me?"
Airi had successfully materialized her zanpakutou. She was not the first one, but she was one of the first. We were taught in the beginning of the second year how to seek out our zanpakutou or communicate with it, but some got their hands on it as early as their first month of school. Most of these people belonged to Class One, and it was uncomfortable being surrounded by such talented people.
Kannogi had a zanpakuto. The idiot.
"Having a zanpakutou and knowing how to wield it are two different things. We're going to be given real katanas, a sign of finishing first year as a Class One, and we are better in wielding it than those who have a zanpakutou."
Sachi stopped on her walk to the bathroom, but didn't turn to see me. She gave one nod and disappeared inside.
I sighed and sat down on my futon. Being in Class One or not didn't bother me as much as my reiryoku condition. I needed to get better already, if not I would become unable to use my power because my original reiryoku would be gone. Kada had explained that once all of my reiryoku was damaged, my body wouldn't be able to adapt and use all of it. Then there was the matter of whatever was feeding on my energy. Unfortunately, I had no idea what could be eating away my energy, but there were other matters at hand.
For example, that field trip could very well seal my spot in Class One. There weren't many changes done in ranking once someone graduated first year; if you were bad in the first year then you probably won't change in the years that follow. The point of the field trip is to watch how to perform konso, and if a student already had a zanpakuto, they had a chance to try.
The twenty-seven Class One students were the leaders of each of the twenty-seven groups of roughly six students, including ourselves. Along with us came our sixth year senpai, five of them, to watch over us. They would grade us in the small amount of time they checked on us, and then give our grade to our teachers.
This was why I needed to show a good grasp of knowledge in what I was doing. If my senpai gave a good report about me, then Shino would see that I fit as a leader, despite my powerlessness in Kido.
Ever since the accident that happened a couple of decades ago, each of our senpai were given a special device that would call for backup to Soul Society if something happened.
However, knowing that this was a trial imposed by my mind, the chances that something went smoothly were low.
Not that it's going to impede me from properly enjoying my birthday. Maybe a spar with Fuji will get my blood boiling, and a tea with Hanari would really be nice. Wasn't the little captain coming over today? Today I might be feeling meaner than usual and might want to focus my evilness on Hitsugaya. Neither Sachi nor Airi knew that today was my birthday, but for some reason I wouldn't tell them unless they asked me.
Perhaps I didn't feel like lying to them if they asked how old I was getting, and that thought bothered me greatly.
So Devonne brought an interesting point in one of my reviews. And so I presented the mental stress that all of this ordeal has brought to Artemis. Of course, I had been planning this, but I decided to put it earlier now.
I took the trouble of making up the reiryoku thing. Tite Kubo never really explained the mechanics behind using reiryoku and learning how to use it and stuff. Ichigo could be considered a natural prodigy, knowing how to use it by instinct alone. I hope it seems somewhat credible!
There's something that makes me really confused. In the wikia, it says that students usually materialize their zanpakutou near the end of Shino. But then Renji, Momo, and Izuru had their zanpakutou two months after starting Shino, since they were out practicing Konso (in the anime, they were doing that and getting rid of artificial hollows). Which brings me to, which one's right? I'm just improvising here. I guess that's why Academy stories can be hard and fun to write at the same time. Who knows what really happens?
Now there's the explanation why the Soul Society world is so hard to believe for Artemis. She's been brainwashed without meaning to, and although this brought complications, she managed to continue living a somewhat normal life. I mean, I would do the same thing. If someone told me that they were seeing monsters and all of that, I would tell them to get checked or something. It didn't happen like it was said in the dream, but the general context did.
So finally it's my birthday! It would be nice having a license by now, but I don't even have a permit -_- A lazy family, I tell you.
Send me some love, will ya :D?
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