Upon the Wingbeat of Butterflies

by Undying Soul98

CANCELLED:Being a Self Insert is harder than the fanfics suggest, especially when Fate itself is out for your blood, threats beyond canon refuse to leave you alone and you have the sneaking suspicion that your experiences are scarily familiar. "You're not the Special Snowflake you think you are, Marcus. But even the smallest of butterflies can leave devastation in their wake"-OC SI

8. Ordinary Life

Chapter 7: Ordinary Life

AN- Well, sorry for the delay in the release of this chapter. Real life strikes again, and I had other projects I wanted to put some focus into (Which you might want to check out, since in my humble and unbiased opinion some of my other stuff is semi-decent), but here it is. A bit short, and perhaps slightly filler-y, but oh well. A chapter's a chapter, and this one had comedy shenanigans and some character insight DAICHI of all two dimensional characters (That's right, he's now considered three dimensional beyond the plain 'pervert' archetype), so I hope you enjoy. Next chapter should hopefully be out quicker than the last one.

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo developed Bleach. Not the actual bleach, since that would be rather lame, and would be a lie, infringing into copyright violation, but he made the anime/manga series involving dudes swinging BFG's around, so is cool enough in my book. Now here's hoping 1000 Blood Year War gets an adaptation of some kind, since it would help out quite a few later elements in my fic.

School was back on, which was rather important, seeing as it led to what I was doing at the present moment. I glared at the human shaped target in front of me. It was the average distance away for someone of my classes ability to practice with. People were still tired and unready for the classes that had restarted after the long summer break, but not me. No, I had been preparing for this day.

Over the summer, I had not had much to do, seeing as most of the students were gone. To be honest, all I could do was hang out with Mika (To her displeasure... I think?) and practice what I knew, so had used the time to read a lot of Hayato's literature collection (What he didn't know couldn't hurt him) and practice my Japanese further, due to how terrible at it I was.

However, about two weeks into the holiday I had received a visitor. Why Momo Hinamori had taken the time to find me I figured out pretty damn quickly; she showed up to give me some extra lessons. Maybe I showed promise or something, but I hadn't complained about her giving me remedial lessons. Heck, under the hour or so every two days or so she was able to spare I learned quite a bit.

We had focused on Kido for the most part, since I enjoyed learning it and she enjoyed teaching it. I was still a rookie though- so no trade secrets- but she had helped me learn some of the stuff my class was going to be learning when we came back. It took a lot of solo practice to get up to Momo's level, but I had plenty of free time, and Mika was willing to let me go off alone.

We did some other stuff too, sparring and what not. Under a Hakuda user who wasn't out to get me and break my legs, I had obtained a few hints and tips on how to endure my torture sessions despite me naturally being weaker. The key thing she told me to do was to cheat.

I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner, but Momo told me that outright I would never be a Taijutsu expert, especially due to my unique situation and my biased teacher (I SWEAR that I had to talk her down against marching up to the headmaster on the issue due to how annoyed she was at an educator acting in such a way), so in the end she informed me that my best chance to survive a close up encounter was to take every dirt move I could get away with, and to try not to get myself killed.

In Kido I ended up getting a free lecture out of her on other uses for Kido besides combat, and she mentioned that high level Hakuda users used Kido to reinforce the strength of their blows through force manipulation and spiritual reinforcement (Like Yoruchi zappy-super-move-that-I-Couldn't-remember-the-name-for was). Perhaps if I get good enough with Kido (Say in a bajillion years time) I could try and do that for myself?

Anyway, summer was spent practising for this moment in front of me. Everyone had gone first to shoot their target with the new Kido we had just been shown by our instructor, purely for the lesson of showing us how difficult the concept and usage of Bakudo is in comparison to Hado. Everyone failed to cast it, including Akimi, whom had done better than everyone else. Now it was my time to step forwards.

"Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini." I thought back to how Momo explained Bakudo and Hado: I remember just what she had told me. Hado was simple. It was taking your spiritual energy and shaping it into a form able to damage, like lightning. It wasn't easy, but it was easier than Bakudo because the purpose of the Bakudo spells is not to damage or to harm, but to bind. Reiryoku can be shaped in many ways, but its ability is fundamentally affected by will, and believe me when I say its easy to visualise and imagine a bolt of lightning then force your power into that shape and then blast it off, but doing other stuff is tricky. With Hado you form it once, fire it off and the job's done. For Bakudo you need to force it to keep its shape, and as such for a good Bakudo to work you need to have the Reiryoku power to overpower the targets, and most importantly the will to keep the attack together.

"Look upon yourself with horror and tear out your own throat!" I continued, moving my hands into the universal and familiar shape used to activate a lot of beam based Kido, then I channelled my power. My metaphysical tap dripped out some of my power and I shaped it in my hands, using the words of the spell to direct my control and help shape the form of the Kido. Orange energy flickered at the end of my outstretched fingers, and I knew it was time to use it. "Hado No 9: Horin!" (Disintegrating Circle)

The whip like appendage writhed forwards like a cobra and wrapped itself around the target dummy I aimed it at, while one end of it was still connected to my finger. I gave a quick tug and willed the tendril to move, knocking over the target but keeping it gripped tight. I held it for a few seconds, maybe ten, then dropped it to address the confused class.

Oh the looks on their FACES! It was worth all the hours of practice it had taken to get the damn thing down just to see the look on Akimi's face as I trounced her efforts. "Carry on." I commented, stepping back in line with the class. After a few moments, Daichi began to clap my efforts happily, inputting a few 'whoots' as he did so. Hayato followed shortly after, shutting his book to give me the honour of his full attention. After that the others clapped me one by one, most grudgingly, but I could somehow tell that Mika's clap was genuine (Not because of her smile, but because I knew her) while Akimi was only doing so to keep appearances and wanted nothing better than for me to have failed epically so she could retain her top spot.

Well nope. No. No way. She might have gotten better than me last year, but not THIS time! She was a prodigy and things came easy to her, unlike me, who had to work my ass off to get to where I was at the moment- however bad I currently was- so I refused to let her beat me this time! In Kido at least, I would stay ahead of her even if it killed me!

"Well done." Congratulated Javan from within my mind. "After all the work you put in, its about time you got some bare respect, yeah!"

I smiled despite myself. "Same old Javan..."

"I'm never going to change." Nor would I want him to.

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"Maannn~" Joked Daichi as he ate his lunch quickly. "You move quickly, dontcha Marc?"

I felt one of my eyebrows twitch, but tried to ignore it in favour of eating my own meal. I looked at the gathered faces whom were sitting with me in the lunch break. There were the regular faces of Daichi and Hayato, but the new addition was Mika. It had taken forever to persuade her (Nearly the entire summer holiday) but I was finally able to make her cave in and eat lunch with me and my friends. Being cooped up in her garden all the time probably wasn't healthy, and so due to her reluctance I dragged the company and food to her and her garden instead.

I am mostly sure that Mika was only passively accepting the two additional presences due to me vouching for them, although Daichi's actions in immediately dripping sauce onto her precious flowers didn't do him any favours.

"Afterall, I leave you alone for two months then I come back and find you, my good friend, hanging out with a cute girl like Ikeda!" Daichi giggled. "On the hotness factor, she's a good eight and a half!" He gave me a corny thumbs up and wide grin.

My eyebrow twitched again.

"So nice going..." He continued. "You sir, are a stud. I for one ship you two, as does Hayato. Don't you Hayato!" He kicked our quiet friend jokingly, who shrugged. "See? I declare this ship Markeda! Or maybe Marka! Heeey~ how about Milus?"

I was unable to stop the hand palming into my face. "We're not like that!" Myself and Mika said together. The giggle erupted into a full out laugh, with Javan joining in from inside my mind.

"Sure you're not~" He joked, pointing his slice of pizza at us in an accusing fashion. "I mean, she brought you a bento! You can't get more couple-y than that!"

"Kuroisho," Began Mika in a pleasant fashion, her radiant smile not leaving her face. "I cook for him because he is terrible at, and because unfortunately over the summer I began to make them for him and I merely forgot that his roommate that normally dealt with cooking was back so continued making them. Nothing more, nothing less. I do not like what you are implying, for we are merely acquaintances."

"I dunno..." He mused. "I can just feel the unresolved sexual tension between the two of you."

Her smile grew even larger, and in doing so terrified me further.

"Hey. Hey. Hey." He pestered, poking me as I tried to enjoy the Japanese cuisine prepared for me (Barely being able to pick the food up with the chopsticks provided). It had taken me forever to adapt to the more Eastern cuisine I had to eat most of the time, so I was going to damn well enjoy it is peace now that my pallete had finally adapted!

"You done it yet? Y'know. It. And if so, how big are her-"

In an odd coalition of coincidences, Daichi somehow tripped up, while Mika just happened to be next to him, and then the Diet Coke (Which I had managed to persuade/bribe one of the Shinigami patrolling the Academy to bring in for me) I was drinking magically spilled all over him, drenching him in the liquid, and then I might have accidentally knocked the pizza out of his hand as I did so.

"Oopps." I said innocently.

"Indeed, how unfortunate." Agreed Mika. "Why, its almost like Karma is trying to curb such scandalous lies which are obviously false seeing as we are just friends."

"Didn't you say you were just acquaintances before?" Accused the wet male.

"You see that." I mused. "That is the sight of the hole you're digging getting larger. Followed shortly by the sound of two people committing preordained murder by filling that hole with cement."

"True." He conceded. "I guess I'll shut up now."

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Time passes how it normally does: quickly. Lessons continued and myself and my friends carried on as we were before. Our sometimes unwilling friend Mika slipped into the regular group antics easily, though she was normally quiet and found the action of interacting with us as Troublesome as a certain lazy Ninja. Regardless, she always had her smile up and even I couldn't see through it sometimes.

We still occasionally did the gardening alone. Even if I had revealed the garden to Daichi and Hayato for the sole motivation of getting Mika some human interaction she probably needed, I didn't reveal that we spent time together alone. Gardening was our activity, and after the months alone we had our own quiet dynamics that I wouldn't dare ignore.

With the coming of school though and the passage of time, a certain annoyance reared his head. Gurou, with nothing better to do, began to pester Mika again.

Now, I had promised Mika I would help her, no matter how stupid and silly it was to say that, and I still don't know what had happened previously between the two of them, but I had promised her, so that meant keeping him away. I am still weak, even with my skills in Kido, so it required a large amount of subtlety and a greater amount of bluntness to deal with him.

I learned his schedule and bribed other students to tail him, to figure out his habits. It was expensive, but after a few months I could normally point out where he would usually be, and by staying at Mika's side like a shadow I was able to normally keep a distance between us between and out of lessons.

When that failed, all I could be was vigilant and try and outright force him to go. I got beaten up a few times by him, but I was used to that from our regular curbstomp matches in Hakuda. I nailed him a few good times though, with every dirty shot I could. Groin smashes, headbutts and trips, whatever works. I'd go for his eyes and face, make him work for the beat down. And out of classes when he went for Mika with his lackies, I'd use my Kido. I'd still loose, and often needed time to chant with which he'd use to beat my ass, but after I pointed out 'politely' how I could shock his ass (By 'politely' shocking his ass with a Hado spell) he figured out that it wasn't worth it and would leave me to nurse my bruises for a few weeks before returning.

In Mika's words as she tended to my injuries when they were minor or sent me to the nurses office when they weren't, "You are truly a fool".

Apart from classes and my interaction with my friends, the only noticeable thing to really occur over the next few months were the tutoring sessions with Akimi.

In a single word: tiring. For both of us.

After I showed her up in that Kido class and continued to practice alone to make sure I stayed at the top of the pack and ahead of her, she had become increasingly intolerable and aggressive. Despite being better than me at everything else, she just couldn't accept me doing better than her at Kido, and it certainly showed in our tense sessions. Civility was all but transparent and improvement was slow despite the amount of time I had put into her lessons, simply because geniuses were often bad teachers and she honestly didn't want me to improve.

I might have had respect for her, but the petty way she wanted to remain number one and was

actively putting me down pissed me off.

Though, I think I pitied her as well. Despite her skills and nature, it almost seemed like the pressure of being the best was wearing her down, since her shoulders gradually slumped over the course of the year while the dark rings round her eyes grew in intensity. Sleep was alluding her and she was always tenser than a taut wire, and I hated myself for enjoying the fact that the view for her from the top wasn't quite as excellent as she would have hoped.

"Have you heard? Nishisaka's faltering and her grades are slipping."

"I know, right? Guess she isn't such a hotshot, huh."

"Stuck up bitch, She deserves it for rejecting my confession."

"Who does she think she is? She isn't the best anymore."

"Not perfect."

"Not perfect whatsoever."

It was almost tragic how at the first sign of weakness her fans were abandoning her left, right and centre. As I said, I pitied her. Though not enough to do something about it.

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"So why are we stalking some girls again?" I asked for what felt like the seventh time.

"Because," Whispered Daichi in a voice that was louder than his regular speech. "we're going on a wwwuman hunt."

"But its exam season." I pointed out, which Hayato nodded solemnly to reinforce (Since he too had been dragged along).

"Wwwuman season."

"Exam season."

"Wwwuman season."

"Exa-" I stopped myself, sighing. "I'm not doing this. Just nope. Leave it to Bugs. If you're going stalking, leave me and Hayato out of this."

"Quick!" Daichi grabbed me and my silent companions robes and tugged us into a perpendicular corridor since the three girls in question we were following switched directions. "Safe!"

"I should tell them upfront that you're following them just to spite you by this point."

"Nooo~" He mock cried. "Then the hunt would be over! Besides which, since you are so resolute on being a chaste hero and won't deepen the romantic sub plot with Mika or Akimi then we're gonna have to get you some laaddy action to loosen you up~"

"There is no romantic sub plot!" I almost screeched, prompting a muted 'shush' from Daichi.

"But there is!" Insisted Javan internally. "I mean, all the flags for the routes have been set off! You've already started setting off flags with Mika, Akimi, that nurse chick and even Momo!"

"Don't even THINK about it!"

"The Harem has begun," The spirit cried. "And it shall be fed, on blood or on women! You can run all you want, bury your head in the sand all you want, but the routes are started and by the end of it you're gonna have to deal with the Harem route or die via Dead End!"

"Marc, Marc!" Chided Daichi with a grin "The ladies love you! Even a Lieutenant like Hinamori has taken an interest in 'training' you." He said while make the universal quotation make symbol in the air, but based on his glance and wide, knowing smile I could tell what he really thought the 'training' I had undergone in the summer was. "The Solus Gland seems to attract women to you like moths to a flame, and that love triangle cannot be ignored!"

"Watch me!" I snapped, turning to leave.

"No! The chance to add another girl to the Harem is present!" Bellowed Javan. "Don't waste the chance, partner!"

"Can you stop trying to encourage me to get a Harem!" I bellowed.

There was silence. Damn. I think people heard that. Thank god that Mika said she was going to be watering her plants when Daichi came and dragged me off for some 'male bonding', or else I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Excuse me." Said a voice irritably. It was one of the girls we had been stalki -correction- pursuing- and her friends. "We couldn't help noticing that you were following us. Rather obviously. What do you want."

Daichi muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'curse it', then put on his best lady killer face and addressed the cute school girl. "Why heeelllo there beautiful~" He greeted. "We weren't stalking you or anything, its just that your radiance couldn't keep me away and I- and my FRIENDS HERE-" He grabbed me and Hayato and shoved us forwards. "were just working up the courage to ask you lovely young ladies out on a date."

"Not interested." Me and Hayato declared together and stood aside, eliciting sweat drops from the resident pervert.

"Aaannyywaay... you wanna go on a date with me?" He finished.

The girl sighed, looked over me appraisingly once or twice, then turned back to Daichi. "While your friend-" She pointed at me. "Might be more of my preferred tastes-"

"YES! SEE!? CHICK MAGNET!"

"NOT NOW!"

"-but I guess you'll do. So sure. I'll go on a date with you. Friday?"

My mouth hung open in surprise. Daichi was actually GETTING a date!? What next!? Raining gerbils and hamsters, Yamamoto being 'hip' and 'with ze kidz', Rukia going up a bra size and Kenpachi becoming a pacifist!?

"DAICHI GETTING A DATE?" My ally roared. "RUN FOR THE HILLS, BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE IS ENDING! Like, RIGHT THE HELL NOW!"

Daichi paled, and gave a miraculous impression of a flailing fish before Hayato helpfully closed his mouth for him. "F-f-friday!?"

"Yeah, I'm free then." The girl mentioned absent-mindedly.

"W-w-well..." Daichi stumbled, all of his confidence and swagger gone in a flash. "Actually... kinda busy then! Yeah, umm... laundry... gottogonow! BYE!"

And then he ran away, faster than I'd ever seen him before. And no, he NEVER does laundry!

"What an odd guy." She mentioned. "How about you then, hot stuff? You're kind of wimpy looking, but you seem to possess more intelligence than your friend."

"Not interested." I repeated.

"Oh... well bye." Then she too was gone, along with her friends.

"How odd." I muttered to Hayato, whom had pulled out his current novel, 'Lord of the Flies'.

"Not really." He flicked to the next page of is book, spectacled face reading intently. "Every time he gets a date he does that."

"REAALLY odd then."

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Today we had another celebrity guest, which was interesting because my class hadn't had an 'official' guest from the higher up since Momo had come in to lecture that one time. Sure, I saw her outside of that, but she had only come in to visit the school and the officially take a class only once. So today was a big thing.

We were in our regular sparring dojo, with our wooden swords at hand (Since we assumed that today would be a practical demonstration seeing as it was taking place during Zanjutsu).

"Wonder who's comin'?" Asked Daichi casually, picking some crap out of his ear and flicking it away. "He's like five damn minutes late, whoever it is. Ooh! Perhaps its a cute girl, like the Lieutenant of Squad Ten." His face broke out in a perverted grin. "I heard she has a larger rack than an all you can eat ribs buffet~"

Hayato pulled a book out of hammerspace and smacked it in his face, his passive expressions not showing the annoyance he was feeling. Then he put it away, and I honestly considered asking if he had been studying Forbidden Spacial Kido. Mika was also with us, though I think she had settled into a comfortable routine of 'ignoring the hell' our of Daichi whenever he got too perverted.

"I'm sure he'll be here any minute." She pleasantly stated.

As if the universe heard her, the thin dojo wall imploded as a bulky figure sped through it, spraying debris everywhere. Students move away in alarm as he skidded into the centre of the room, however I was too slow to move and promptly took an elbow to the chest, throwing me into the wall that he hadn't crashed through.

"Heh. Sorry about that." The voice said unapologetically, though I think he was talking more to our normal, elderly teacher than to me. It was like I was a fly that had been swatted almost easily. "Kept getting lost."

"Kenny should have just followed my directions." Childishly said a second voice, a female one. "I told him he should have gone left at the ruined kitchen."

With a groan I pulled myself up. Rather, Daichi had come over to give me a hand up. My head was spinning and I was short of breath, and pretty sure that something had sprained or cracked. Then again, my bones seemed to get broken in practical lessons so frequently that I had a permanent bed in the nurses office. It was scary how quickly I had gotten used to getting injured, and just how resilient my body was becoming after a year or two of it.

"Please tell me that someone got the numberplate of the truck that just crashed into me." I moaned.

"That wasn't a truck. It was the Captain of the Eleventh Squad, Kenpachi Zeraki." Daichi told me with a squeal. "I heard he once picked a fight with a T-Rex and won, and that he punched out a Menos Grande, and that he terrified a Hollow so badly that it spontaneously exploded!"

"...Oh." Well that explains why I felt like a truck had hit me: because it had been Kenpachi. By all rights I was lucky to be alive; if he hadn't slowed himself down with that skid and had been holding back, I would have been squashed like a bug. Wonderful... another reminder of how squishy I am.

"I mean, he's so cool!" Daichi's eyes glowed in admiration and I sighed in response even as I was getting steady again. And now he's also a Kenpachi fanboy... not a good thing.

"ANYWAY! Listen up squirts." Zaraki grunted, scratching his chin and regarding our mismatched class menacingly through his one uncovered eye. "It was time for a Captain to visit this shit hole, and I lost the straw draw, so I've got to teach you runts something while you're teachers get to piss off for an hour. That's your cue for leaving, by the way."

Our teacher nodded his head in thanks, looked worryingly at the group, then left.

"Being taught by the Kenpachi Zeraki!" Daichi fangasmed. "What an honour!" The rest of the class were saying similar things. Afterall, the Kenpachi is the best sword fighter in the entire Seireitei. Me and Akimi grimaced instead though; we knew better.

""Dunno what though. When you've got a sword, you swing it. You don't care about how you do it or all the other small stuff. All this form and technique stuff is all total bull, 'cause in a fight it doesn't matter who you cut them, only that you do." A bloodthisty grin spread across his wide expressions, though he was slightly less terrifying than he could be due to the pink fuzzball that had inhabited his shoulder area and was giggling innocently. "When your in a fight, you aim to kill. Got that? There ain't no fancy swordwork that'll stop those claws from tearing you apart, or any of those teeth from biting you. No. They're gonna try and kill you, so you do the same."

He drew his jagged Zanpakuto from his sheathe, baring it to the world in a CLING of metal scraping metal as it was drawn harshly from its place, without technique and without refinement. Brutal. "So you aim to kill. If you don't then your dead. You can't be scared. Live and kill 'em, or die like the shit that you are." He spat onto the immaculate floor. "Your gonna live and die, so enjoy it! Make 'em bleed and make 'em suffer, because a true Shinigami always takes the Hollow down with him in a bloodbath of carnage if he's gonna go."

"Yeah!" Chimed in Yachiru. "Its so boring when people just roll over and stop playing! Its much funnier when they keep playing until their arms fall off... or are bitten off! One of the two, I always forget~" She finished this with a smile that was far too cheerful for the topic of conversation. Then I realised, Yachiru wasn't just a pink haired ball of candy loving energy. She was raised by KENPACHI ZERAKI! She's just as messed up as he is, and she's probably more than an acquaintance with the Reaper, probably not even seeing their meetings as significant.

"Yeah, what she said." The battle lover pointed. "So form is pointless, footwork stupid and caution for cowards! If your gonna fight, kill and die, you should enjoy it and do whatever you have to do to kill the enemy! If it works, do it! If it can hurt them and kill them, do it! We're all barbaric monsters inside, so abandon your fear and your inhibitions!"

The class was dead silent, most of us thinking about the blunt message he was giving us. I for one was thinking of the day that I had first gotten into this mess, the one time I met Death's jaws and escaped. I remembered the Hollows and how they had nearly killed me and devoured my soul. I remember it, and in an odd way Zaraki was right. Hollows were monsters that would try to kill us, so what good would static and rigid sword work? In a way, whatever works works, and in the end victory is all that matters. Whether you have fun along the way doesn't really matter, so do it if you want, because either way someone was going to be dead by the time the last of the blood was shed... or at least this was what Zaraki thought.

"Right... guess I'm done." He turned his back on the group, not even caring about the impression he had left. "I've done my bit right? We can go now and spar, right Yachiru?"

"I dunno..." Yachiru frowned. "When I was bothering Re-Re for sweets when you were complaining to Oldy she said something about lasting an hour and that she'd find us I we didn't last."

"Damn." He cursed. "So I've gotta talk for a whole hour."

"No, just that you've got to teach for an hour." The pink haired girl pointed out with a wide smile.

"Oh..." He looked back at the group and at the attire everyone was dressed in and the wooden training weapons we had, then smiled a smile that made me want to mimic him in running through the wall, only away from this room and not into. "So you've got those little twigs huh? If I gotta waste my time, might as well have some fun. Doubt any of you will be any good though."

"What do you mean?" Asked Akimi with a frown, though I'm pretty sure she knew what was coming.

"Its pretty simple, girl." He said, leering down at her. To Akimi's credit, she didn't flinch away. "This is a Zanjutsu class, right? So lets see what you've got!" With two quick strides he slid his sword back into his sheathe and reached the wall where some blunt ornamental katana's were hanging, purely to set the mood for a sword practising room. He then tore one off, despite it being tightly nailed into the wall and gave the blunt piece of metal a few experimental swings.

"It'll do." He tossed it between his two muscled hands and smiled like Christmas had come early. For me it was more like Halloween, only with more murderous maniacs and less sweets. "All of you, come at me, right here, right now! Lets see what a so called top class can do!"

I desperately hoped that blunt swords couldn't kill you.

AN- Another day, another chapter. Not much to say here, besides the fact that I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. I started writing the continuation of this scene, but it kind of dragged on, so will be covered next time. However, there has been some stuff in the chapter which wasn't filler, and I ACTUALLY had an appearance of a canon character (Which is a surprise to us all, I know), so lets be grateful for that, preferably by giving some feedback on how glad we all are that some non OC's have gotten some Time in the Limelight.

Now, time to catch up on the schoolwork I've been neglecting. Damned Physics trying to bring order, complexity and homework to all of the chaos of the universe... Undying Soul out.