Extra I
AN- Well here it is, some extra content. Admittedly the responses for the last two chapters weren't the best, but I love writing this story anyway, so here it is. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. Stop asking lawyers.
Beta: Nope.
Omake: Career's Advice
"So why do we have a careers day again?" Asked Daichi in confusion. "I mean, aren't we in the first year? Wouldn't it make sense for it to be later on? And even if it did make sense, why is Marc here? He's just going to head to the Fifth Squad regardless!"
"Because this isn't canon." Said Hayato distractedly as he read from an oddly orange book. Hayato was blushing profoundly, and Marc didn't want to know why.
"Oh yeah!" Daichi clicked his fingers. "Anyway, lets split up and search for clues gang! I'll go off and look with Hayato, and you can go off alone. So yeah, bye!"
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"Oh Solus, what are you doing here?" Asked Captain Puppy-Kicking-Aizen himself as Marc took a seat in the booth set up for the Fifth Squad's recruitment.
"Because its careers day." He replied in a 'no shit Sherlock' kind of way.
"Yes, but due to my evil scheming- I mean- due to bureaucratic red tape, you'll be in my Squad anyway, so why are you here?" He gave a nice smile, stood up and quickly went to donate some money to charity and purchase a cute kitten in order to ward Marc away from the truth. He probably failed once he got back to his seat with the kitten in tow and began to absent mindedly stroke it, subconsciously cackling.
He requested that Momo fetch him his swivel chair, on a completely unrelated note.
"Well, it isn't against the rules to go purely out of curiosity. So treat me like any other student and give me the ol' recruitment speech."
"Of course." Aizen cleared his throat. "Join Squad Five, the winning team! In our wonderful Squad you will be taught valuable lessons in character and skill," 'Like in getting brainwashed' he finished under his breath. "And will be treated as a valuable member of the community!" 'Like a pawn'. "And you can always talk to me if you wish!" 'So I can scheme on the matter'
"Any other perk's?"
"Perform well enough as a pawn, and then you'll get bumped up to the position of Grunt, then Minion, then Underling. Imagine, you can be my Underling! I'll teach you valuable lessons in momologuing, work on your stage skills, and even help you purchase good furniture!"
"Furniture?" Asked Marc in surprise. "That seems a bit off hand."
"Meh. You can always do with a good sofa." The evil genius informed the student. "Like, a really large sofa!"
"Aizen Sama Kun San Sensei~!" Cheered Momo as she entered the booth with a wide, black leather swivel chair. "Where should I put this?"
"Excellent..." Said Aizen darkly as he stroked his pussy... pussy cat, for reiteration purposes, for those beyond the fourth wall. "He never noticed my evil plan... this went exactly as planned."
"I heard all that you know."
"Exactly as planned!" Insisted Aizen.
"I just heard you talking about evil plans."
"EXACTLY AS PLANNED! Now get him out of here Momo, I want a back massage!"
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"And what can you offer me in the Fourth Squad?" Asked Marc to the Fourth Squad Captain.
"I can offer you excellent dental health." Claimed Unohana. "But that's about it really. We're like a hospital, and that's it. In fact, I sort of regret becoming the Captain of this squad."
"Oh."
"Yes, its so boring and too much hard work! And there's never enough death and killing because I'm supposed to stop it!"
"Really?" Marc had the feeling that Unohana had forgotten that he was even there.
"I mean, who heard of a Kenpachi leading a healing squad! Its madness, not even Sparta!" She moaned. "Why!? Why did I let him trick me! This is hell! I think I'd die for a good fight! And don't even get me started on the paperwork!"
Marc slipped out as she began to throw things and rant about the low pay and little gratitude the job provided. He crossed the Fourth Squad off his list.
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"So let me get this straight." Began Marc to the wolven Captain of the Seventh Squad. "You're a wolf."
"Yes."
"Now, are you some sort of reverse werewolf? I mean, the Soul Society is mad, but since when have there been talking wolves? And why aren't there any others."
"They're there." He claimed. "Its just they're shy."
"So there's an entire army of reverse werewolves who are just really good at hiding?"
"Indeed."
"Now, do you have an intense hatred for sparkling vampires, or is that just me?"
"The thought of sparkling vampires actually sort of enrages me." Admitted Konomaru.
"So do you happen to be in a love triangle between a vampire, yourself, and a mindless whiny teenage girl? Just out of curiosity?"
Konomaru sighed. Twilight really gave him and his species a bad rep, and this wasn't the first time someone had asked. "Just get out."
"How's the sex!? Y'know? Wolf sex? Hairy stuff hu?" Asked Marc awkwardly as the lieutenant dragged him off. "If you have sex, DOES THAT COUNT AS BEASIALITY!?"
He didn't get an answer before he was ejected.
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"Third Squad? What's in it for me?" Asked Marc to Gin Ichimaru.
"Ya get to see a snake."
"You mean you? Y'know, because you describe yourself as a snake a lot?"
"Nope. Just a snake." He admitted with a wry grin.
"Is it friendly?"
"Nah, it'll try and eat you."
"Then no thanks."
"I'll show you my snake if it'll help." Marc shuddered.
"That'd probably be even worse."
"Look, da deadly snake is perfectly harmless."
"GAH!" Shouted a voice offstage. "The snake bit me! Why!? The pain! The poison! Why!?"
"Crap! That's the fifth corpse today! Call in the Fourth Squad!"
"They can't help! They're busy calming down Unohana and giving her some anti depressants!"
"DAMN! What about anyone else?"
"Are you kidding me? Our medical service is about as effective as using leeches to cure cancer!"
"How about when our characters survive mortal injuries?"
"That's different! Plot Armour Hax! No main characters ever die!"
"GARGH! The poison is still killing me!"
"Of course it is Gary, you're a minor character."
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At the Eight Squad, the Captain was unfortunately passed out from binge drinking. The Lieutenant had given up and gone to get some aspirin, leaving Marc to read only a sign.
If you're a hot chick, you're in. Guaranteed. We're like that one college that'll let anyone in regardless of grades, skill or desire to learn. If you're a guy, bring some booze. Then we're probably cool. If you're a chick, but not smokin' hot (Which is unlikely since every female in this series is hot), then you probably aren't welcome. Try Tousen's group, since he's blind and all.
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"Justice!" Screeched Tousen of the Ninth Squad. "That is what I offer! Justice!"
"But why should I practically join the Ninth Squad?"
"Because then you shall be JUST! And carry out JUSTICE! You'll be like Batman, except not the Dark Knight, because I'm the only DARK KNIGHT here!"
"Racist!" Called out a voice from off stage.
"I'm the REALLY Dark Knight!" Declared Tousen enigmatically. "And I'm the hero this dictatorship needs... also, I'm black, so its totally not racist."
"Soooooo?"
"JUSTICE! The sweet smell of it in the morning arouses me! Join me in loving that which is JUST! JUSTICE FOR ALL! Hail, the might JUSTICE! Let us read out JUSTICE prayers from the book of the JUST!"
Marc walked out.
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"The Thirteenth Squad is-COUGH-goood for-COUGH COUGH- and we'll- COUGH COUGH COUGH!" The white haired man hacked up a lung, which one of the third seats quickly tried to shove back into the Captain's mouth, only for the other Third Seat to try and claim the honour, resulting in a brawl.
"COUGH COUGH COUGH- friendship! COUGH COUGH! Welcome!" The other lung joined its companion on the table.
"I'll head back to the Fourth Squad booth." Reassured the hastily retreating Academy student as he wiped phloem from his robes, hoping Unohana had taken her medication.
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"I'm sorry, Captain Kuchiki, but I don't think me and the Sixth Squad will work. Not enough conversation."
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"If you join the First Squad, you may have the honour of being in one of the most prestigous Squads in the Seireitei, and shall be able to practice your skills at being noble and aloof. You shall be perfect though, because if you ruin our spotless record, I'll quite frankly burn you." Informed the Captain Commander pleasantly from the other side of the table.
"Really?"
"Yes." He nodded his head. "I'll burn you. Then I'll set fire to the remains. Then burn the fire. Then set the ashes on fire."
"Excellent. Any other perks to joining?"
"Well, since hair is the path to power (See the Goku experiments for more details) then you shall be very strong, for you will be guaranteed facial hair."
"Really?"
"Yes. We will help you grow a mean beard or moustache." Both he and Chojiro the lieutenant stroked their own respective facial hair and let out a sigh of contentedness.
"You know, I'm actually kind of tempted."
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"What does the Second Squad have to offer?" Asked Marc, not really wanting to see what would happen this time.
"This." Soi Fon clicked her fingers and a ninja assassin dropped from the ceiling to put a blade to the students neck, giving him the cleanest shave he had ever had in his pubescent life. "You will be taught to strike from the shadows, to kill without mercy and to move without sound. You will become a ruthless killing machine, the sword of the state, or die trying."
"Oh. Well, sounds cool enough."
"And you will regularly spar with the other ghost ninja samurai to the death as well." Explained the petite Captain. "Can't have too many deadly assassins active at once, you know? The Reverse Ninja effect and all that. Better to whittle down the numbers occassionally."
Marc began to sweat nervously, the blade still at his throat. "Anything else I need to know before I join?"
"You will be given full rights to join the Church of the Yoruchi." Soi Fon declared devoutly. "You may worship the Holy Cat and Godess given Feline Form alongside myself, and we shall sing the prayers of the Yoruchi and pray to the Yoruchi effigies," Soi Fon was trailing off, sounding rather excited and happy. "And we can murder the non believers, then sacrifice their heretical corpses to the Yoruchi Effigies! Oh, it shall be fun! So, do you wish to join?"
"What happens if I say no?"
"Then you aren't allowed to leave here alive with our secrets." She cheerfully informed. "Anyhow, worship on sundays and sat-"
"Nope." Announced Marc. "Not for me."
"Then we kill you."
"Hang on!" Demanded Marc as the blade cut flesh and drew blood. "Aren't we all souls? We're dead already! If I leave here, it won't be alive anyway!"
"Oh yeah, let him go." Soi Fon was apparently resigned to the thought process of the Troll Logic, albeit reluctantly. "You can go."
Marc hoped she never realised that he had actually been alive the entire time, so liable to the death sentence that his Troll Logic had allowed him to escape.
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"Tenth Squad?" Retorted Hitsugya rhetorically. "You can join. Seriously, I don't care who you are, you can join. So long as you can do paper work, I'll get on my hands and knees for you to join! Seriously, do you have ANY idea how much paperwork I get because nobody will do any work? Rangiku is always hosting drunken parties! And if you're a drunk, piss off!"
"I'm not legally old enough to drink." Commented Marc.
"Then good. Heck, if you want I can even give you the post of Lieutenant, not like Rangiku would miss it." Hitsugya contemplated for a moment. "Hell, you can be the Captain if you damned well want. Just help with the paperwork, please!" The white haired male was now on his knees, literally praying for some help. Marc almost said yes just out of pure pity.
"Heeeyyyaaaa Captaiinn~" Slurred a drunken Rangiku as she stumbled into the booth. "Just thought I'd pop in from the 'congratulations for thinking of joining' party, since its for such a good cause~"
"You always seem to have a good cause for drinking, partying and blowing our Squads budget on parties." Grumbled the Captain as he rose.
"Happy you agree!" The busty woman pulled the ice user into her bountiful chest. "Ya know since you love me..."
"NO." He pulled himself away.
"Well, here's some paperwork! YAY!" Rangiki piled a pile of paper she had been hoisting onto the table. It was tall enough to reach the ceiling. "And its smaller than normal!"
"How bloody big is it usually..." Muttered Marc.
"Oh, that big." Pointed out Hitsugya as a bulldozer crashed through the wall to push enough paper to flood an Olympic sized swimming pool into the booth.
"And there's the rest of it!" Pointed out Matsumoto happily as she drunk some sake.
Hitsugya decided to end his suffering in the quickest and least painful way possible: by giving himself enough paper cuts to cause himself to bleed out.
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"So then, what is the Eleventh Squad's 'amazing training regime'?" Asked Marc, while he still had some paper stuck to his shoes, like toilet paper to a porta potty frequenter.
"Ya see," Began the bulky Captain with a bloodthirsty grin. "I draw my sword an' try an' cut yer with it. Ya run away until I get bored."
"What happens if you don't?"
"Then yer run until yer die." Stated the man bluntly. "Then the next day I try and cut yer some more. Ya know you're doin' well if ya don't die."
"Oh really..." Added Marc sarcastically.
"Yeah. So I keep killin' yer until ya don't die, even when yer killed. Then I move onto tryin' ter stab you too..."
"No wonder everyone in that squad is a psycopath." Concluded Marc as he tossed some sweets onto the floor to buy himself time to run away before Kenpachi could give him an example or taster of the regime, while a pink haired devil made a nuisance of herself.
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"Welcome, welcome!" Greeted Mayuri Kurotsuchi of the Twelfth Squad enthusiastically. "Its a pleasure to see you Subject 742!"
"Pardon?"
"I meant lab rat. No! Potential employee. Yes. Employee. Now, come in!" Mayuri shuffled the confused student into the booth, which included a tunnel for some odd reason. "Take a seat! Take a seat! Nemu, get our good subject a seat."
"You mean employee, Master?" Inquired the cyborg.
"No, I know what I meant!" Snapped the man, before realising his error. "In fact, yes! He's our friend after all!" Kurotsuchi turned on Marc with a very, very, very wide smile. Marc was very worried. "Take a seat!"
"Here." Nemu forcibly seated Marc on a very hard and high up seat with wheels on it. In fact, it looked like a hospital trolley.
"Oh dear! You look terribly sick! Are you well?" Inquired Mayuri with faux sadness.
"I'm fine."
"NO! My friend, I'm a doctor. A mad one with no formal qualifications, but a doctor regardless! Trust me! Terribly sick! Now lie down!"
"I'm fine!"
"Help him Nemu!" Insisted Mayuri. Nemu quickly applied straps. "Now, we'd better give him his injections! For his own safety of course!"
"Stay away from me you maniac!" Screamed the only sane one in the building.
"Nemu, duct tape." He commanded. Nemu complied, applying tape. "Now, lets go have a nice experiment-I mean- a nice talk," Mayuri nodded, apparently satisfied with his correction. "About experimenting on you." He added on an after thought. "Now onwards, for Science!"
Marcus D Solus realised that careers day sucked in more ways than one. In thirteen ways actually.
Interlude- Mika
Mika didn't quite know what to think of Marcus D Solus. From their first meeting he had been an enigma, someone who broke the regular routine of her life. It wasn't even that he was an increasingly interesting person (Even if his admission into the Academy was odd) it was just the way that he had squeezed his way into her solitary existence, despite her attempts to make the reverse occur.
She had always been happy alone. There was no reason for her to need to wear a mask if she was alone, so she was content by herself. Certainly she was polite, that was the way she had been brought up. Certainly she wore her mask when needed. It didn't matter who approached her or how much they disgusted her, she would greet them in the same pleasant way, with a smile on her face.
So when a strange boy had stumbled into her garden, the one place that reminded her of home, she had sought to get rid of him. She had spoken pleasantries and helpfully led him to his destination, away from herself, and had expected nothing else. She had returned to work in her garden and had been happy to return to the pleasant silence. She had put thoughts of Solus out of her head, because there was no doubt that there would be no need for him to ever approach her again, and if he did she would politely ward him away, like all the others whom had sought her.
She wasn't blind to the way that her classmates treated him, the way that he didn't fit into classes and how he was so worthless at any subject he tried. It was almost painful seeing him futilely struggle on, despite how everyone could see he was going to fail.
In a way she had been expecting him to return to her garden, but on the other hand she had been unhappily surprised when he had broken the silence of her garden once more with his noisy and clumsy movements.
As politely as she could phrase it, he looked a mess. His treatment had been getting to him, and he looked ready to give up and curse the heavens. Then again, Mika often felt like cursing the heavens, yet she did not look so terrible. No, her mask was a well made one.
Regardless, she didn't particularly care about Solus. If he gave up and left the Academy, or if he endured the disappointment or simply surpassed everyone's expectations didn't matter. It wouldn't affect her in any way at all.
No, she still wanted him gone.
But there was more than that. When he asked to stay, much to her own surprise she had slipped into her pleasant façade and had foolishly let him stay.
She regretted it almost immediately.
At least he was quiet though, that was something. He didn't engage in pointless banter or fake interest in her for his own selfish reasons. He had sat and made no trouble for her.
So when he had approached her and opened his mouth, she had figured that her initial assumptions had been correct. Instead he had asked to work, which had really surprised the calm girl. Since she had already allowed him to stay, and since it would be rude to turn him out now, she had been forced to agree to let him work.
"If only on the weeds. He couldn't mess that up." She had thought. So he worked, and though the patches he had done were sloppy and rushed, he had toiled away without complaint or rest. Not up to her standards, but good enough.
So they had worked, but as time passed and the sky had begun to darken she had grown anxious to return to her room, since she had already spent far longer than usual. But she was polite, damn her choice of a mask, so she endured the additional hours of work and the company she really didn't want.
Finally though, he stopped, to her relief. If she accomplished too much there would be nothing for her to do the next day.
Then he thanked her, to her bemusement, and asked why she has stayed with him. She didn't know why she had stayed really, perhaps pity? Maybe she felt like doing a good deed and allowing someone to silently work was hardly a crime.
So she had told him "I suppose that I stayed because you looked like you needed someone to be there, even if you didn't want to talk."
Things only got worse from there. She had repeated her mistake of initially allowing him to stay and had told him that he could return again if she wished. Mika was truly kicking herself at this point. It was HER garden, and she liked working alone, so why had she let him return?
Pity, she settled on. It was an excuse as good as any other. But she didn't think he would return again. Her company was inadequate and the labour was thankless, so she doubted he would actually take her up on her offer. "It was a one time thing."
It wasn't. He annoyingly returned again and again and again. She did not speak, hoping to throw him off. She would give only her customary smile and then ignore him, hoping he left quickly.
After the first month or two she had finally realised that the visits wouldn't stop, she had truly dug herself into a hole and it was all her own fault for letting him in. He was quiet though, it was the one consolation.
Then he became not quiet. He asked meaningless questions without prompt. Mika was forced to politely respond due to her damned good manners.
Marcus D Solus began to grate on her nerves. There was no purpose to his questions, and he didn't even seem to benefit from all the things he asked. Mika disliked this, it was different to the other males whom had tried to speak to her, and this annoyed her. What was his angle?
So she asked some of her own questions, purely to find out what his purpose was in being there.
As far as she could tell, there wasn't an ultimate purpose. It was almost as if he liked bothering her!
Eventually once the seventh month had passed she had become accustomed to the idea that her quiet and alone time was no longer quiet OR alone. She debated leaving her garden and finding a different spot for herself, but she enjoyed tending her garden too much for that.
So she put up with Solus.
Then she planned for him being there, to save time, setting aside work specifically for him so that he wouldn't infringe on her own preferred activities.
Mika was almost disappointed on the days the annoying boy hadn't turned up, since jobs he would have performed for her were left undone. In a way Mika had accepted Marcus into her garden, because she had finally given up on the idea of him leaving her alone and had instead had to accommodate his lacklustre gardening ability so that her sanctuary would not suffer.
Still, he was preferable to the other male in her life that continually bothered her. That Gurou, he refused to leave her alone. He was the very sum of all that she disliked in people, the reason she enjoyed being alone. He was an irritating person, a stubborn bully and ultimately had decided that he would get what he wanted off her, even if she didn't agree.
So in comparison to him, Marcus was a relief. His questions were annoying, but some of his answers to her own were somewhat amusing if only because of his nonsensical sense of humour and portfolio of anecdotes.
So at the end of the year, when she had decided to stay in the Academy over the summer and look after her garden, she was almost expecting the two men that bothered her in different ways to interact.
She knew how the meeting would end though. She had seen how Marcus was treated by him in Hakuda lessons and knew that ultimately he would favour his own continued life expectancy and leave the two of them alone, where she would be forced to once more rebut his advances.
Three surprises awaited her. One, Gurou had brought his minions to pressure and intimidate her. Two, the arrogant meathead had dared follow her to the one place that was hers in the world. And three, Marc had stood up for her.
It was as pitiful as it was unexpected. The very idea that the Kido lover would ever tell his brawny classmate to go away when he was accompanied by his 'friends' and had already beaten the shit out of him repeatedly was almost incomprehensible.
Impossible.
Mika almost wanted to break her mask of polite hostility and false smile just to tell the suicidal idiot how his defiance was pointless, and that she didn't need him to 'stand up for her'. She had been happy alone, she had always dealt with Gurou alone. His actions were futile.
Yet somehow Gurou had backed off, perhaps because the sight of the Kido practitioner making him do anything was hilarious. Mika agreed, it was funny.
She had told him off, told him she didn't need his help, yet he had the AUDACITY to claim that he wanted to help, that he liked her, that they were FRIENDS. She needed no help, she didn't like him, only put up with him, and they definitely weren't friends! Right?
All along she had never wanted him there, she didn't want to talk. She was happy ALONE. Marc infuriated her, he really did. He was so damn stubborn! He even suggested that he walk her to and from classes, that they alerted others to their interaction. No. If that happened people might actually assume she wanted to talk and others would try and socialise with her. Mika would ever have her silence again.
He persisted. "I. Will. Help. You." He had told her with a resolute expression.
She had realised then, he wasn't going to give up. He wasn't going to give up on this, even if she begged and pleaded. From the start he had ignored her desires, her will to be alone, her preference for silence, and now he wanted to help her. He couldn't help her, his efforts were futile, but he was going to try anyway.
"Now let me help you!" He had insisted.
"You won't give in, will you?" She had concluded. Up until this point he hadn't changed his mind, and she doubted he would now.
"No." He stated "You have helped me, so I want to help you in return." What? He really thought she had helped him? No, she had wanted nothing more than for him to leave her and her flowers alone.
But he hadn't left, and much to her annoyance Mika realised that even if she refused to admit it she had grown used to him, it wasn't the same in the garden without his awkward attempts to intrude in her life. In a way, she liked, no, needed him there.
"And I can't do anything to persuade you otherwise?" She had asked, despite already knowing the answer. If he had put up with his classmates ire for and his own spectacular failure for a year and not given up, left, then he could sure as hell be stubborn about this.
"No. Now," Marcus rubbed his hands together in one of his silly impressions, one of the actions she had actually secretly found amusing "do we need to do this the easy or the hard way?"
Mika liked the hard way. She sat down and began to work, employing her regular defence by ignoring the sixteen year old, not even glancing at the worker whom had naturally sat next to her and rolled his sleeves up.
She tried hard to ignore him by loosing herself in her work, but she couldn't. Now Marc was even intruding on her one solace by mingling in her mind, which was unforgivable! Why was he still here? Couldn't he take the damned hint and go? His help wasn't wanted, nor had he ever been wanted. So why?
"Why?" It was now dark, and she had unknowingly said the words that had occupied her thoughts. The mask wasn't even raised, she had just asked him what she was so damned curious about.
"I suppose that I stayed because you looked like you needed someone to be there, even if you didn't want to talk." He said. Even Mika could see he had been echoing the words she had stupidly said all those months ago.
"Stupid me." thought Mika. It had been stupid from the start for her to deny it. She had helped him. Even if she stated otherwise, she had been there for Marc, even if she hadn't intended to.
Now he wanted to return the favour. Whether she wanted it or not.
"I always will be there, if you want to talk or not."
It was futile to resist, Marc was as stubborn as a mule. He wanted to help her, and although Mika had never truly received that help in the past when she most needed it, she wanted that help now. Even if the issue with Gurou was amazingly insignificant in comparison to her past, Marc thought it mattered, and he wanted to help her. Not because he had insidious motivations or wanted to get closer to her. Not because he wanted to trick her and gain her trust. But because he thought they were 'friends' and wanted to repay the assistance she had unknowingly given. She wanted that help so badly.
The unmasked face she had shown twisted into a bountiful beam, regardless of her own will or intent.
It was no mask.
"Then thank you." She honestly told the boy whom she had realised she actually liked being in her garden. He who was so damn stubborn. The one who's pointless help actually meant a lot.
Yes, Mika did not know what to think of Marcus D Solus. But that meant little, because he would be there for as long as she needed to decide what she thought of him. And she had the faith that he WOULD be there for him, because she knew how stubborn he was. She was counting on it.
AN- Well, here's the extra chapter. Hope you liked it anyway. The omake was sort of random really, just a bit of a comic interlude to add some more nonsense to the story. Its clearly non canon, obviously. And yes, Mayuri was going to turn him into a cyborg penguin. Don't ask why or how, he just was.
And the Mika interlude. I sort of wrote it on an urge, but it grew rather large, thus why I split it off from last chapter. Mika was also not originally characterised like this, initially a lot more of relatable and likeable character, but after writing this I quickly realised that some aspects of her character were more important than others. I hope you liked the insight this gave into her character, and into some of the seemingly random scenes that have appeared so far. Its all there for a reason. Cookie for anyone who guesses the reason why Mika smiles so much, and for if you guess her backstory. And for all you readers from the previous version... no cheating~ the story has changed...
So feel free to leave your opinion or answer. Want more Extra chapters like this? Did you like this omake? Want more? Enjoy the interlude? Tell me, maybe I'll write more. Hate 'em? Maybe I'll stop. Tell me! I can't do anything if you don't give me your opinion. Undying Soul out.