So here is chapter 12, full of drama it is 5,273 words without Author's notes.
I hope everyone ends up liking it! I should start updating more often soon as I will be out of college for the summer.
Chapter 12
"I... I need to talk to you."
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked, fidgeting as he looked up at his friend.
"No it is nothing bad... I.. Do not.. believe at least... Just.. I- please?" Fumikage all but begged, trying his best to force his nerves under his control.
"Of-of course 'Kage!" Harry said a little unsure he grabbed the other teen's hand doing his best to comfort the other. He was obviously quite nervous about something.
"W-I... I have come to the realization that... I like," Fumikage paused, no he would have to truly express the way he felt or Harrison would likely not get it. He was quite oblivious about such things. Concise and to the point then. "-no-that.. I-am-in-love-with-you-and-and- I would like... I would very much so like to take you out on a date!" Fumikage managed to choke out. Panic immediately filled him when he felt Harrison's soft delicate hand go slack in his own. Shock was plastered across the other teen's face, clear as day. No, no, no! He messed up he-
"You-you really... like me?" Harry uttered in a small stunned voice almost shell shocked looking.
"Y-yes.." Fumikage agreed, voice equally as quiet. Though his entire being was completely consumed with nerves.
"I-I"
"Harrison! Can I see you for a moment? I have something really important to ask you!" Shinsou said, dragging the stunned teen away to a private little corner.
The much taller boy stood. Shifting awkwardly. "So... Since I don't have to work all the time now I... Well... We're kind of perfect together aren't we?" Shinsou said quietly, running fingers through his wild hair as he gave Harry a small almost love sick smile. "I... I would really like to take you out... like you know.. On a date." The purple haired teen continued. Rubbing the back of his neck in reflex.
"W-what?! But how.. I-I don't understand!" Harry squeaked. Feeling completely overwhelmed. Both of them? How did this happen? When? How didn't he pick up on this?
"There you are. I was getting worried..." Aizawa glanced around, his eyebrow raising. "Why are you hiding out here? It's a good thing I have the ability to hunt you down." The man grumbled, something cryptic in his tone as his eyes wandered to his phone screen for a moment before he clicked it off and slipped it into his scarf.
Shinsou had a feeling he... likely didn't want to know what the man was implying. The teen gave the other man a scrutinizing look, there eyes meeting for several seconds before be broke away, and refocused back on Harrison.
"So, you have a check up today... Apparently, it is required for you before the sports festival even though you are required to participate." The brunet explained. Even as he glanced back and forth at the pair of teens. Harrison was clearly extremely affected by something... Though he wasn't really sure by what. He had obviously just missed something big happening between the two. Aizawa almost wished he hadn't stopped to talk to an oddly distressed Tokoyami. What the hell was going on with his kid and these brats? Did they have a falling out or something?
"Okay mom. We-we should probably get going then, shouldn't we?" Harry readily agreed. His voice a hoarse squeak as he eagerly snatched his mother's hand and began all but dragging him away from the other teen.
A glance back at Hitoshi and Shouta's suspicions were confirmed, the boy looked panicked and ready to be sick. Was he getting teary eyed? What the hell was going on? Harrison didn't even try to convince him to let the other teen to come with.
"Alright, just settle down we have enough time to get over there. I am the one that actually set up the appointment this time. Not your... fathers. You don't need to pull my arm off." The man grumbled in a good natured tone of voice even as his guts filled with worry. He would be getting to the bottom of what was going on between those three.
Once drug to his office, Shouta turned and closed his door. His hand on his hip. "I lied to get you out of what ever that was, now spill. Tokoyami and Hitoshi? What the hell's going on?" The man demanded.
"Shouta Baby?"
Shouta's eyes flickered up to the Hizashi's before focusing back on his son. "So?" The man stressed, going wide eyed when Harrison burst out in full blown sobs and tears.
"I didn't know and I just-just!" Harry tapered into full blown babbling furiously rubbing at his tears and the snot that began dripping. Feeling more than a little cornered and overwhelmed in that moment. It was like he had lost all self control. All he wanted to do was go home and curl up in a ball in some corner somewhere and to try and sleep until the overwhelming emotions that he was feeling had calmed into something-something somewhat manageable. The tell tale tingles of his Quirk trying to act up just made everything worse.
"Baby doll~ it'll be okay. Just tell us what's wrong! What happened?" Hizashi cooed, face screaming his distress at the situation.
"It-I-I!"
"Calm down. You are going to make yourself hyperventilate like that." Shouta almost crooned. His facial expression gentle and calm as he pulled the sobbing teen into his arms and petted his hair. His eyes screamed murder. "See? Starting to feel better?" The man said after a few minutes. The hint of an affectionate smile ghosted over the man's lips as he eyed Harrison who had his face firmly buried into his chest.
"I-I want to go home." Harry mumbled, shaking a little. The strain of getting himself under control and of keeping his quirk from lashing out sapping him of any of the bubbly energy that he had before. He just wanted to sleep for a year. That and hide forever from the pair that had just confessed to him. He was glad that it would be the weekend. Then after that he would have to see the both of them at the sports festival. No he wouldn't even let his thoughts go in that direction!
"Come on Har' please tell us what's goin' on?" Hizashi pressed clearly worried sounding as he gazed at his son looking ready to spring over and crush his baby in a hug.
"Don' want to talk 'bout it. Not now." Harry sniffled, clinging to his mother's shirt like a small child.
Aizawa went to speak before pausing and narrowing his eyes then letting out a sigh. "Alright. Not now... But we are going to talk about this... When we get home you will get a couple of hours to calm down and compose yourself. Then we will talk. Do I make myself clear?"
Harry couldn't help but let out a pained whine at that.
"Alright?" The brunet repeated tone more authoritative then before.
"Yes, mom." Harrison agreed in a small, almost hurt voice.
"Good... Could you get Harrison something to drink before we leave Hizashi? Maybe... some juice? I am sure his blood sugar's low." Shouta said in a calm low tone, allowing Harrison to lean into him as he lead him to the couch in the corner of the office. He could feel twitching tremors starting up throughout his son's body. His quirk clearly trying to act up. Just a few weeks before hand it was totally out of control. The slightest upset had it acting out and harming the people around him. Shouta's chest warmed a little with pride even as his lips were pulled into a firm, narrow line. His poor baby, how dare they upset his sweet son like that?
Shouta sat himself down on the couch pulling Harrison with him. Letting him curl as close to him as he possibly could. The boy's soft cast pressed into his side. "It's alright. Everything will be okay Harrison."
"It won't and I don't know what to do to make it better!" Harry insisted stubborn.
Shouta sighed pausing in his hair petting. "Well... you could... I don't know... Just tell me what's wrong?" A hint of teasing in his tone. "I am quite a bit older than you after all squirt. I'm sure I can give you some sound logical advice. Even if I can't I am all ears. I am a good listener, as you know." The man stated. The brunet nearly groaned when Harrison instead nuzzled into his side, lips firmly clamped shut. Why did his brat have to be acting so uncharacteristically stubborn? He was never like this!
"Hey, what's going on? Is something wrong?" Toshinori asked, shuffling into the room. Clear worry on his face. "Hizashi seems upset about something." He explained as he looked around, sure that the other man was there. Pausing once he got a look at the pair curled up on the couch. An almost stricken expression flashed over his face. "Did something happen to Harrison?" The man asked firmly locking eyes with Shouta before focusing on his sniffling boy. Immediately making his way to the couch. Toshinori sat next to the pair and automatically began rubbing at Harrison's back.
"He refuses to tell us." The brunet explained, only pausing his petting for a moment before resuming. Oddly not getting even a grunt from Harrison. The man carefully eased the ink black floof from Harrison's face. Sleeping... He must have really worn himself out with all of that crying.
"I've almost never seen him cry like that." Toshinori said. Deeply troubled. "What-what happened? Did his quirk act up or... just-"
"I don't think anyone was hurt... physically at least... Something definitely happened between Harrison and two of his friends though... Hitoshi and Tokoyami." Shouta explained a grimace making its way over his face. "When I went to get Harrison I first encountered Tokoyami... he kept insisting that he was being a total fool and was nearly hysterical. When I went to grab Harrison he and Hitoshi were in an out of the way cubby... It... was weird... and Harrison was literally just keeping back a melt down. Hitoshi had an oddly confident look on his face until I made an excuse for Harrison to get away from the situation." Shinsou paused and cleared his throat. "He then began to panic and looked like he was going to cry. The whole thing was... very... disconcerting."
"Sounds like it, poor baby doll." Hizashi cooed sympathetically from the doorway hunched over a bit. He looked to the pair. "You want me ta carry him Shouta?" He asked getting a questioning look from the other man he gave him a weak smile. "I can't stop thinkin' about when he thought... when.. he told me about 'that' nightmare... I-I don't think I would be too good for drivin' right now." Hizashi admitted unashamed. He already sounding a bit choked up as tears began wetting his eyes. He couldn't help it. Hizashi may have been sadistic when it came to fighting people and purposely tormenting them but he was also a very emotional guy and he was very empathetic when it came to those that he loved and cared about. If Harry cried Hizashi would to, it couldn't be helped, he was a sympathetic crier after all. Nothing wrong with that.. well unless you needed to be able to see well... and driving required one to be able to do that.
"Yeah... that's fine..." Shouta agreed not even thinking about mentioning the full blown tears running down the other man's face.
"I-I'll drive." Toshinori said, forcing himself to his feet. His body sorer than it usually was. He had definitely stayed in his All Might form too long that day.
The brunet gave the other man a dry look. "I don't think so. I'll drive." He growled. Daring the other man to challenge him.
"You're a terrible driver. I thought we would flip going off of that ramp last week! You drive way too fast!" Toshinori exclaimed, getting a pair of insulted narrowed eyes as a response.
"Says the grandpa driver." Shouta grumbled petulantly.
"Shouta Baby, Muffin, can we... like please not do this-this r-right now?" Hizashi sniffled, pushing his glasses up to rub at his eyes. He was so going to, like, pop an eyeball or something any minute if he didn't let it all out and have a good cry. Hizashi was so not in the mood for arguments. Especially not with something obviously going on with their baby.
"Of-of course! I'm sorry Hizashi! I just-it's fine!" Toshinori meeped flailing in panic at the look on the other man's face. He was... Hizashi was right this was absolutely not the time to fight. How could he be so self centered and selfish? Maybe he shouldn't have even let Harrison start school. At least then he wouldn't have been able to have some sort of falling out with his friends then... though then... Toshinori would have never have been able to bring Shouta and Hizashi into his life... No that was-was just such selfish thinking!
No matter how much he was growing to lo-like them Toshinori should have never even given his son the chance to have such a thing happen to him... He was such a bad parent he couldn't protect him no matter what he did. Harrison would have been so much better off with Shouta and Hizashi. So much happier. Toshinori jumped as a hand was firmly planted on his shoulder. He must have gotten lost in his own little world again. The man's face flushed red as Shouta's face was mere inches from his own.
"Hey." Shouta said, voice soft as his breath ghosted over the other man's chapped lips. Calm concern clear on his face. "Stop that."
"Wha-"
"Your doing it again... I... can see it. Telling yourself how much of a piece of shit you are for 'letting' Harrison get hurt.. when I... doubt anyone could have prevented any of it." Shouta said pointedly, "Telling yourself, 'if I only did this', is not going to help or change anything. Locking Harrison up away from the world wouldn't make anything better either." Shouta exclaimed, making sure to keep eye contact with the other man. "You... know this. He is a teenager. He's going to have to learn how to... you know... deal with stuff. The world. We cannot just wrap him up in cotton wool and lock him away no matter how much.. We want to... He needs to learn how to live and we can teach him... guide him... and do our best to raise him... to love him and help him but we can't live his life for him. We... we will just have to do our best to help him through this. Right?"
Toshinori couldn't help but to let out a pained sob bringing a thin massive hand to his face. He could distantly hear Hizashi crying along with him. Unable to hold anything back anymore. How could he ever thing that this man was-was cold and uncaring? He was anything but. Shouta was just not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve and was quiet, completely introverted. Not like him or Hizashi. Especially Hizashi. How could he do so much to hurt this man and he still was so kind? He let out another pained sound as he other man gently ran his fingers through his hair much like he had done with Harrison while mumbling calmingly to him. He went red when the other man planted a kiss on his forehead, almost seeming to snap him out of his strange funk.
"Come on. The three of you cry babies can do that at home. We don't want anyone finding the three of you like this, right?" The brunet teased, though his voice was kind, affectionate even. "Don't either of you worry about anything... I'll cook tonight... you... just get Harrison talking." Shouta said. Taking the car keys. 'Let me love all of you and take care of you' was heavily implied.
Hizashi let out another little sob. His Shouta was just too good for this world! He didn't think it was possible to love the man anymore than he already did in that moment. He was just such a sweetie pie, a grouchy cat of a man yes, but also a totally gods sent angel of a sweetie pie that deserved all of the cuddles, apple sauce, expensive organic chicken and bright yellow sleeping bags in the world!
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Harry stayed cuddled up in bed with his parents pretty much the entire weekend. Dreading with all of his heart what he would have to face that Monday. It almost hurt not to tell them what was going on. As the three were clearly worried and as miserable as he was over the ordeal even though they didn't even know what it was that he was conflicted over. Harry still couldn't believe that they both liked him like that and had both even confessed within a couple minutes of each other!
It was just too much and his brain still hadn't caught up enough to even begin to process anything. Harry was sure that they were expecting something, some sort or response from him but... it just wasn't something that he could give. He had no idea how to even react or what to say or if he could even face either of them!
Harrison just didn't know what to do and would have much rather been able to hide and never face the reality he had been punched so violently into. It wasn't fair! They were so happy before all of this!
Fumikage and Shinou may have been a bit tense when around each other but they didn't seem to mind that he was friends with each of them and he loved being friends with them. Fumikage and Dark Shadow just got him and were so sweet to him and thoughtful. Shisou was just so kind and adorably awkward and it just kind of clicked. Harry adored them both. But... how could he ever pick one or the other? This was just cruel of them. And-and what if it didn't work out? What if he lost whom ever he picked forever or-or what if he lost both of them? Harry didn't think he could bare it!
The more he thought about it the more Harrison realized that he... well... he really wasn't nearly as apposed to being with one... either of them really as he thought he would be... but the thought of picking one over the other and... the crippling fear that by agreeing to date one he would lose the other or both was overwhelming, nauseating and paralyzing even. But he-he couldn't face them, either of them. Not without an answer. Either way he was destroying one of them. Breaking their heart into a thousand pieces and he.. Harry just couldn't do it because if he did... his own heart would surely shatter. Oh gods no! Was-was he in-in love with both of them this whole time? Was that the problem? Or did he just care too much about both of them to chose? He felt like he was falling apart while being pulled in two directions. What was he to do?
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Harry couldn't believe his luck! How could his shoes just fall apart like that? It made him almost want to cry again. They were his good running shoes to! "You want one of us to go in with you puppy?" Toshinori asked tentatively. Unable to keep himself from fawning over his sweet boy.
Harry shook his head. "N-no, it's okay.. I can do it. Then you guys can go shopping." Harry said, trying his best to smile. He was pretty sure all he managed to do was look awkward and pained though. No he was certain by the long annoyed sigh his mom let out and the way the man narrowed his eyes at him almost suspiciously. He hadn't been pleased with how long Harrison had managed to hold out on him. It nearly made the teen burst out in tears again he knew that his mom was just worried. He said so himself.
Harry wanted to tell him, to tell them so so badly but he didn't even know how to say it. To even bring it up. It was way too weird and awkward and Harrison frankly didn't even want to even think about it again. There were just too many conflicting emotions surrounding the whole... well everything. He forced such thoughts from his mind before his parents insisted on him going back home they were pretty good at picking up on his emotional state, especially mom. It was hard enough to convince them to take him to the mall to grab himself a new pair of shoes. He was pretty sure the only reason he managed to was because they were so low on groceries. With the Sports festival coming up it was pretty hard to even find time to get supplies.
"Well... We.. Should probably give you a phone so you can call us. Just in case you get overwhelmed or something." Shouta said. His eyes practically screaming that he wanted his son to not go alone.
"Yeah! We'll be right here if you need us, alright Baby doll?" Hizashi eagerly agreed. Unable to hide how anxious he was feeling. The idea of leaving his baby doll after seeing him nearly throw up from crying for nearly 2 days straight left him heartbroken and clingy. He just wanted to keep his baby close and to give him a thousand puppies and blankets to get that bubbly happy smile back on his face. He had never felt such a need to beat the living daylights out of his students before then. How dare those brats make his sunshine like this?
"Here, take mine." Toshinori insisted, holding his phone out through the open back window. 'It's a piece of shit that should have been replaced a decade or so ago' was heavily implied. As Harrison reluctantly took the battered flip phone. "If you get worked up your quirk shouldn't do as much damage to it as it would to Shouta or Hizashi's phones." The rail thin man explained unnecessarily. Looking ready to beg Harrison to not leave him for his own peace of mind.
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Harry was pleasantly surprised by how manageable the crowd was. He was still terrified and there were quite a few people but he didn't have to go through the popular part of the mall or anything to get to the sport's wear store and he was grateful for this. Harry yelped, as someone bumped into him easily knocking him to the floor. He grimaced in pain, but was glad that his nearly healed broken arm was spared. Harry grabbed the manga that fell to the floor next to him. "Sorry about that." Harry said blindly holding up the book as he stumbled to his feet. All he got was an annoyed growl.
"You should really watch were you're going." The man growled, snatching the manga away protectively.
Harry did his best to dust himself off. Unable to even fake a smile at that point. Especially with the way that the pale red eyed man glared at him. He had to fight not to start crying hysterically. Embarrassment flashed through Harrison as he felt tears wet his cheeks... apparently he had lost that fight with himself. He couldn't believe he was crying in front of this man! Shame practically oozed off of the teen. "I-I'm sorry sir." Harry managed to choke out before stumbling away. He really rather go hide and cry that face the humiliation of anyone seeing it happen. Especially in that situation.
"Hey, wait! I know you." The man growled, snatching his arm. The blue, almost white haired man sucked in a surprised breath before dragging Harrison to a bench out of the way.
Harry yelped squirming in the man's grip before 'umphing' when the man pushed him onto the bench. A fanatical excited look was plastered across the pale man's face that was suddenly so familiar to Harry... but why? The man grabbed his wrist again, fascinated looking delight clear as day on his cracked face. "I wondered... what my quirk would do to you." The man exclaimed.
"Sir? Do I um... know you?" Harry managed to get out. He really just wanted to hide away and cry.
An odd look crossed the man's face freezing into something unreadable and serious before slowly curling to something almost cheerful. "... Not really. We've met in passing... You can call me Tomura. Your's is... Harrison right? I'm glad we could finally meet under... better circumstances." The man purred something about the grin on his face screamed inside joke as he spoke.
"Y-your lip, it's bleeding." Harry sniffled. Rubbing his tears away with his casted arm as he automatically pulled a wade of tissue from his pocket and thoughtlessly dabbed at the man's torn lip. And just like that Harrison thoughtlessly pulled the man to sit besides him and began to mother hen him and coo to him sweetly. His woos put aside, at least at that moment. He pulled a chapstick from his bag and a tube of Neosporin which he nearly always had on his person.
Tomura eagerly chatted Harry up as he allowed Harrison's gentle hands to sooth his aching scratchy face. It was strangely comforting, almost hypnotic. That gentle voice and those lovely green eyes. He felt like he was in one of those storyline dating sim sort of games he loved to play but never would admit to doing so. "Get food with me." Tomura insisted. Leaning forward a bit. He was going to get those 50 heart points and snag himself a Disney princess!
"Sorry... Tomura.. I can't I have to get some shoes... it's important." Harry explained.
Tomura curled his lip petulantly. Huffing. Must not be on beginner mode. Oh well, he would just have to gain some more exp and level up. Then he was sure the dating options would be unlocked! "Fine. We'll get shoes first." The man agreed, pulling out his phone to send a quick text.
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Harry wasn't really sure what to think of the man that had been hanging out with him. Something felt... off... dangerous about him. His mind and quirk demanded he remembered the man but he just didn't. The man was childish too, but he didn't seem like he was really that bad. He was funny in a dry kind of dark sort of way and surprisingly easy to speak to. Harry felt kind of bad for him, he seemed lonely. He hoped that he would take his advice and take better care of himself or at the very least try to figure out what it was that he was allergic to as Harrison was pretty sure his skin problems were primarily from allergies. Poor thing. Harry forced away the voice in the back of his mind that snarled at his empathy for Tomura. Where had that come from?
Harry shook his head and climbed into the car, shoe bag in his hand.
"Took you a while. We were just contemplating going to find you." Shouta said, almost teasingly. Even as his eyes studied Harrison critically from the review mirror.
"Sorry."
Toshinori affectionately patted his head. "That's fine sweet heart." He crooned.
Harry leaned into the other man. Why did he suddenly feel like he had somehow terribly wronged them?
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"Kurogiri!" Tomura barked dissolving the door to the bar in his haste to enter.
"Sir, the door! That is the 5th this month! This is getting completely out of hand. Not even one a week anymore!" The purple mist like man scolded. Clearly displeased.
Tomura completely ignored the bartender. "Why didn't you answer my text? I was counting on you and you totally ignored me!" He hissed.
"Text? You know that I do not approve of using cell phones while I am working the bar. I did not even know that I had received any. Is everything alright?" The man asked, tone mildly worried.
"I don't know I just found someone that's not effected by my quirk! I was trying to get your advice on how to get a date and you didn't help me! Harrison doesn't even have a cell phone or anything I can talk to him with! It isn't fair!" Tomura whined petulantly, snatching up a table and throwing it at a wall in his tantrum like rage. It burst into ash before it could even hit a wall, peeving him even more.
"Harrison?" The mist man prompted, ignoring the destroyed table.
Tomura was immediately back to his excited child like state pulling his phone out to cheerfully show him a picture of the Black haired beauty and babbling eagerly about him.
If Kurogiri could go pale, he would have. "Is that not that child that damaged the Nomu?" He asked. Tone careful. The young adult had never came off as having pedophiliac tendencies before. This child looked like it was possible only 12.
"Of course he is! What a stupid question. Why are you even bringing up bad memories like that when he's so pretty? Isn't he pretty?" Tomura more demanded then asked for conformation at his gushing. Practically shoving the screen in the man's face. "He's really sweet and smart and it felt really nice to touch him. His skins really soft. Even showed me some cream that he said should help my skin. He's the best! His file was completely accurate with what it said about him."
The childish man cradled his phone to his chest like a crushing school girl. "I think I'm in love with him!" He said, getting as close to swooning as a man such as himself was capable of. Completely oblivious to the horrified choking noises his mansitter was making.
Kurogiri was sure that nothing good could come of the man child's infatuation... at least not for that poor child. Tomura had said a few things here and there about the child but he never thought that it was anything like this.
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To: Kuroguri
I think I'm in love! What the hell am I supposed to do? #givemefuckinghelp #needsomedamnpointers #NOW
From: Shigaraki Tomura
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Harry was practically vibrating by the time they had ate and cleaned up. Nearly sweating rivers. The idea of facing the following day made him feel like he needed to vomit... again. He-he needed to talk though. Talk to someone. He would do this. "Daddy?"
"Yeah baby?" Hizashi immediately answered. Doing his best to whip his hair behind his shoulder without touching it with his wet hands. The man was completely focused on Harry even as he furiously scrubbed away at the dish in his hands. Forgoing the dishwasher to try to get his mind off of what was going on with his son. He couldn't stand feeling so useless.
"Can... Can we talk?... Alone." Harry asked in a small voice.
Hizashi's eyes widened. "Of course baby doll!" He exclaimed, drying his hands with a towel. "You can always talk to me about whatever's bothering you, I promise!" Smiling kindly at his son. He followed his son he was so glad his mini-muffin was coming to him! He couldn't bare the pain of being unable to help his son who was obviously hurting. Hizashi never wanted to feel so helpless when it came to maintaining his baby's happiness and comfort ever again. It was an absolutely horrible feeling.
"So... what is it that we need to talk about?"
End Chapter 12
So here was Chapter 12, hope everyone likes it! Turned out completely different than I planned. It was going to be the sports festival's start as well but it didn't feel right so the sports festival starts next chapter.
Man, I feel super bad for pretty much everyone involved in this chapter!
So between all of the votes given to me in private messages and in the comments I was very surprised that Fumikage won as on the Poll Shinsou won. I think with as crazy as everything is right now I will kind of let them feel it out. Who knows one or the other could end up with him or even both? Not sure yet. But this story has pretty much full control of its self at the moment so I don't even know what is going on until it is written at this point when it comes to that sort of stuff. Tell me what you guys think!
Please review and tell me what you think and your ideas! I am really motivated by everyone's comments especially with how tired and busy I am and comments for ideas really sometimes help me with figuring out what to do with my stories!
Next chapter is going to be crazy as hell by the way. Like way crazier than this one. I can't wait to start it!