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

9. Why Kenpachi Shouldn't Teach Ever

Chapter 8: Why Kenpachi Shouldn't Teach. Ever

AN- See? This one sooner than the last one. Had been hoping for a bit more viewer response last chapter, but that's fine. I get it; this is still kinda fillery. Have no fears then... few more chapters then we get out the Academy! Yay!

Disclaimer: Well what do you think? How likely is it that I actually own Bleach? Not bloody likely.

You know when you have the absolute knowledge that you were screwed beyond all belief, that sensation when you longed to have had that panic room installed into your house but decided against it only to have the nuclear apocalypse come? That feeling was pushed up to eleven with the understanding that I was going to have to endure a sparring match with Kenpachi Zeraki, with only twenty nine other students to stand between us.

"What? Not gonna attack? I thought I made it pretty clear that you need to all attack me together." The strongest swordsman grunted, while Yachiru leapt off his back with a lollipop (Pulled out of one of her pockets) lodged in her mouth to watch from the sidelines.

"You want us to attack you? But we outnumber you." Said one random student.

"Ha! This is still gonna be so one sided, but if I hold back you might all stand a chance." He bared his chest, giving everyone a few chance to hit him. "Come on! I'm open! Hit me already, you cowards!"

Nobody did. I certainly didn't, not being suicidal.

"Oh... none of you got the guts to take a swing?" He asked in disappointment. "I guess I'll just have to test... YOUR DEFENCE!"

Then like a force of nature he swung his dull weapon, charging at the unfortunate sod who had claimed their match up unfair. With a shriek, he brought his sword up. Kenpachi splintered the weapon with a single swing, then knocked the boy aside with a second.

"Come on! That one was actually slow enough for you weaklings to keep up with it!"

He swung a second time, this time at a nearby girl. Unlike the boy, she had the time to prepare and tried to sidestep, avoiding the first unwieldy blow, but collapsed upon a brutal sweep taking her legs out form under her.

"Better! She actually tried to dodge! Now come on! Don't just stand there... FIGHT!"

All of a sudden students figured out he was just going to take us out one by one in a humiliating and painful manner if we didn't actually try and the bring the fight to him, so about ten of us charged him.

I remembered a lesson on working in a group against a single enemy. Me, Mika, Daichi and Hayato formed a diamond and charged, figuring that it would be best just to get it out the way. I still hurt from earlier, but in my experience it was best just to get a beatdown out of the way first. Daichi was at the front, being the spearpoint of the attack due to his mutually agreed martial ability, Hayato as his backup to his behind left, while Mika reluctantly took the right. I followed through at the back, due to my weak skills all round.

"EXCELLENT!" From his other side Akimi led a charge of students who all tried to use the Academy Stance to hit him. The Captain effortlessly dodged or blocked though, allowing himself to waste movement and leave gaps in his defence so large that even a beginner like me could see them, all to encourage more attacks, all of which he deflected while Yachiru giggled from the sidelines.

One stupid sod tried to hit the girl to try and put him off balance, and in return he cruelly delivered a five hit combo caving in his chest and shattering his arm despite the weapon being blunt.

"NOW YOU'RE PUTTING UP A FIGHT, KIDDOS!"

We reached the fighting, and could immediately see it was pointless. Five of our numbers were already out cold on the floor. Regardless, we aimed and swung. Daichi slid off the larger man's weapon, while Hayato lunged in to thrust at one of his legs (Breaking academy stance to thrust rather than cut), though he brushed it off like a Boss. Mika blocked the following sword swing aimed at Daichi's neck, though in the process her weapon nearly snapped and her legs buckled under the force.

Now, I never normally get fired up, but I knew they couldn't block another swing like that. So even though it was agreed in most cases that I was useless compared to other Shinigami at sword fighting, I decided that maybe I could block a single attack before something broke, maybe holding off the others defeat long enough for someone to get a blow or to back out.

So I went through the correct technique for blocking, trying to step in front of Mika and take the next hit. I underestimated the most badass scarred man in this franchise, because one of the bones in my arm was buckling instantly and I felt my body creak under the weight of the overhead blow. Then my sword cracked and was forced down and backwards into my chest, though I was able to angle the wooden weapon so that it was the flat side that was pressed against my chest. However, in doing so I was actually able to survive the blow since my full body was taking the full force of the blow in that case rather than just a single concentrated spot.

Mika repaid the favour (Like she always does) and immediately relieved me of the duty of blocking (Because my body was crying out to stop and I was barely suppressing an agreement due to prior experience) once Kenpachi followed through with a follow through diagonal slash, delivered with violent intent. Then Daichi swung at his head to force him to disengage from Mika, while Hayato slid into position to try and attack.

A sudden lapse, then he had rotated a full 180 to take down some of the students that had survived his first barrage and was attacking from behind. They went down like bowling pins the second time, though Akimi weathered the attack by throwing herself to one side and rolling to avoid a would be lethal stab to the heart.

Bloody hell, I think he had forgotten that this was a class full of Academy Students.

"GO KENNY!"

Back to us, whacking Hayato's blade hard enough for it to shatter, with myself shrugging off the pain to try a weak thrust (Easily blocked within a single eyeblink of the tank disengaging). Mika played support, stepping in for another counter to keep up pressure.

Before I knew what was happening, we fell into a rhythm of attacking, defending and weathering attacks tough enough to break bones. We took turns tanking Zeraki, while one of us recovered from the last attack, the third tries to counter to force him to relieve the pressure and the last prepares to block the next one. It was exhausting, even for as short a time as it took up, and after a few cycles our weapons were barely held together through luck, while Daichi's flat out broke, forcing him to use it like a jagged knife.

Occasionally he spun to deal with the resilient student that tried to attack, then he would focus on them until they were broken, but he would ultimately return his attention to us after the brief relief. Even Akimi was dispatched, but she put up a good fight before she was thrown into a wall by a double tap of his sword.

At long last, I took the last hit I could take. I was a weak fighter, suited for Kido above all else, so this was an exercise in futility and pain endurance. I was pretty sure that in the state I was in I should have been carted off to the hospital, but here in the Soul Society such wounds could be dealt with in hours, and I was used to the pain. Accustomed to it. With an almighty creak I was driven into the floor as my weapon was torn in half, bombarding me with shrapnel that forced me to grit my teeth and close my eyes, then he kicked me and I was on the floor tears in my eyes, though I wasn't unconscious.

"You!" In anger, I heard Mika recklessly charge, breaking her usual indifferent approach. Another crack, then a yelp of pain. Two more shouts then my other friends were leaping in to protect her defenceless form, since nobody could endure two hits from a Captain, even a weak one. Both my friends were on the edges of their own limits though.

I forced open my own eyes, and saw that with but his broken weapon Daichi was unable to even stop the titan. He was literally punched out of the way, since Kenpachi had no problems with breaking fighting etiquette so long as it works and was fun, and believe me, he was having a great time, cackling as he dispatched the students.

Hayato was next, knocked aside with a weak side slash.

Now Mika was alone, I could see. She was the last on her feet. The others in the class were all unconscious, too weak too continue, or not stupid enough to rise for another beatdown.

Me though? I was stupid enough. I had promised to help her. Not needed, I know, but I said I would, so I was going to. She understood me and kept me sane when I had lost nearly all hope. She was my friend, and I would happily endure a hundred strikes from Kenpachi for her. I didn't want her to end up on the floor in pain like myself or the others, because she was the last enemy left for Kenpachi to beat down, so she was going to take the full might of his attacks until she fell or was a bloody puddle. I had no doubts that Kenpachi had all but forgotten who he was fighting, and he wasn't going to stop.

As such, me, weak ol' Marcus, was going to have to be stupid and pick another fight with one of the toughest Captains, despite wanting to curl up in a ball and cry due to my aching and throbbing body.

"No. Just no, Marc. Don't be stupid! You are in no condition to fight, and even if you were I'd tell you run away screaming since this is KENPACHI we're talking about!" Asserted Javan. "Its not worth being a bloody puddle, because unlike her you DO NOT HAVE PROTECTION!" Snigger. "You're squishy, and you're gonna get hurt. Before you had the others supporting you, but not now. You'll be his sole target if you step in front of Mika, you fool!"

I grimaced, but I remembered what Momo had fundamentally told me to do in any actual close combat fight. I was never going to be a good fighter, but all I had to do was...

"No problems Javan... I'm not stepping in front... I'm taking the dirtiest move I can get away with."

"Marc! Sto-" But I had already stopped listening.

I was barely a meter away from the two, since the two had not had chance to move far in the time that it had taken Hayato and Daichi to get taken out, and so I could still get close enough to do something. I dragged myself forwards, still on the floor (Keeping low) and began to mutter under my breath words that I had memorised off by heart, like everyone else in my class.

Kenpachi swung and Mika held out for a few brief seconds, then like so many others the fragile wood was reduced to mush. Mika stumbled backwards, in the hopes that she could avoid the worst of the next attack. Kenpachi was about to follow through with another blow when-

I finished, saying some words under my breath and clenched my fist. "Hado No 11: Tsuzuri Raiden." (Bound Lightning) It was a Kido that everyone learnt how to use during their second year, and it was one that I had plenty of practice in using. It produces an electrical current in your palms, created from your spiritual energy, and passes this current into anything that you touch. So sparks coated my left, dominant fist.

Then before Kenpachi could finish swinging and before he noticed that one of the many bodies surrounding him was still in the fight, I lunged up and punched him right in the groin.

Yes, it was a very underhand move. Yes, I felt phantom pain for him. Yes, he was probably going to kill me.

Luckily, I think that Kenpachi hadn't bothered turning on his steel skin to deal with some Academy pipsqueaks, because he actually grimaced in pain at the... shocking... occurrence going on down there. He directed the swing he was originally going to use on Mika and instead turned it on me, hitting me hard enough to send me rolling across the floor and smash against another unfortunate student recovering against a wall.

Suffice to say, I REALLY wanted to give up and die or something, because god was that a hard hit! I was in nearly as much pain as when I bonded with Javan, though I was still able to think clearly.

"That actually hurt ya little punk." Grumbled Kenpachi. I heard his footsteps approach me slowly before stopping. I groaned and blinked away pain and tears to look up at the figure scowling down at me.

I wondered if pleading for my life would help me, then realised that it wouldn't.

"Yeah, that hurt." He nodded as if accepting that fact. "Your spiritual pressure is weak and that lacked a lot of oomph, but you actually managed to hurt me." He narrowed his eyes again. "That was a dick move though. Its like a rule or something- nothing below the belt- so by all rights I should beat you black and blue for being so cowardly as to use Kido in a sword spar-" HE CONSIDERED THAT TO BE A SPAR! "-and for aiming There of all places..."

And again I prepared to meet the Death Death-God...

"Idiot..." Reminded Javan wearily.

"But I won't." He finished. "Nah. You actually had the guts to try and do that to a Captain, ME of all people, which takes ball. Brass basketballs." He gave me a slight grin of acknowledgement which I could barely see. "And I guess you kept fighting even after I beat you down, even if it was just to use one of those stupid spells, so I guess your alright in my books."

I blinked. Was that supposed to be some sort of congratulation or something? Did the actual Zaraka Kenpachi just claim that I had guts? That couldn't be right. I'm me: a weak nerd willing to take advantage of every sneaky advantage I could, so I have no idea what would warrant him thinking I'm 'alright'.

"Who knows? When you graduate and if you actually get your act together I might just spar with you again sometime." He grinned, then turned away from my moans to look at the rest of the defeated class. "And you lot weren't as bad as I thought you'd be. I tell you, join the Eleventh Squad after graduation and we might just make some Real Men out of you."

An outcry of groans. After today's lesson in the school of 'Kenpachi Hard Knocks', I'd be surprised if anyone would be stupid enough to actually try join the Squad if this is what their training is like.

"There are still forty five minutes left for me ta show you some tricks, so stick around if you can swing a sword." More cries of pain. "Now, the wusses out there can go drag themselves to the nurse if they want."

Taking the dismissal like a lifeline, our entire class rushed out of the dojo as quickly as humanly possible with our various injuries (Myself being supported by Mika, who was in walking condition and insisted upon helping me to the nurses office), leaving Kenpachi and Yachiru alone as we fled.

As we turned a corner I think I heard the sword barbarian say one last thing. "Ahh crap. We didn't last the hour, did we?"

XXXXXXXXXX

"You my friend, are an idiot." Javan told me with a frown. I said nothing not disputing his claim. "I can't believe I actually thought that you were smart."

"No need to get all personal about it." I muttered, annoyed that my mental room-mate had insisted that I enter my mindscape and visit him while I was getting fixed up in the infirmary brimming with moaning students.

"But this IS personal!" Javan had many emotions I associated with him. Smugness, happiness and sudden seriousness, but I had never seen him angry. As in capital 'A' Angry. "I live in your head after all, and as such if said head gets caved it it DOES affect me!"

"Chill-"

"I WON'T chill!" Javan scowled at me. I turned away, looking over the calm waters of the lake that was my mind. A sudden point in the horizon became rather interesting, so I intently stared at it. "Sure, turn your back, don't listen, but that doesn't change the truth!"

"Which is?"

"That you're forgetting just what you're supposed to be doing!" He raged. "I thought we were on the same level, but it appears that we're not. You're weak, squishy and don't belong in this world. Therefore, I thought our goal was to survive this mess and get out alive!"

"It is."

"Then why are you acting like a suicidal idiot!" He accused, pointing a finger at me. "You've spent too damn long here and you're forgetting where you come from; you're forgetting that you DO NOT run on Shonen superpowers! When you get hurt: you bleed, you die. And you're forgetting this, even outside of this incident. You're pushing yourself too far, letting yourself take too many beatings, and not caring for your own safety!"

"That's a lie." I denied.

"Is it? Do you not spent all your time training? Do you not let Gurou get away with wailing on you despite the fact that you know that you could get him to stop if you really wanted to by talking to Momo? Didn't you interfere in Mika's life and deliberately pin a target on your back?"

"Shut up!" I snapped. "I need that training; if I don't I really WILL die in this over powered world! And as for Gurou, the beating or two isn't that bad, while tattling never helps anyone! And with Mika, he was going to do something terrible to her!"

"You could have told a teacher! You could have blasted his ass with Kido before he could even blink! You could have told Momo, got her to interfere! You didn't need to play the hero, because you aren't one! This isn't a game! This is your life, and if you're not careful you will lose it!"

"You're the one being stupid now." I told my partner severely. "I don't want to be the hero, because I know that being the hero means that I'll get my ass kicked! I know I'm not Ichigo! I know I don't have plot armour! So stop underestimating my desire to get through this alive!"

"If you wanted to get through this alive, then why did you punch Kenpachi Zeraki in the BALLS!" I winced at the volume in his voice.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Well of course it did." The spirit crossed his well dressed arms in a vaguely cross fashion. "But it wasn't. You thought it was a good idea to piss off someone tough enough to sneeze you out of existence! That is the work of an idiot or a madman!"

"He was going to beat up Mika!"

"Then where was your foolish heroism when the other twenty odd members of your class were getting their asses wiped out?"

I flushed. "That's different. She was the last one left. Besides which, I didn't die. It turned out alright in the end."

"Really? No. Your body is sporting more injuries than I can count on both hands and is lying on a hospital bed! I think that you wanted to do something stupidly heroic. I think that you want to be a hero, to do it even though it was stupid, since who doesn't? This is your adventure after all, isn't it? You're selfish, and think the world revolves around you, with yourself being the hero of your own little tale. You hate the very idea that maybe you're just the cosmic plaything of forces much greater than your understanding, that perhaps all your struggles aren't important!"

I threw up my hands in frustration. "If that's what you think- which is wrong, by the way- then I give up. Nothing I say will change your mind."

"Indeed. Same with you, Marc." The frown deepened. "You're truly stubborn bastard, and I can already tell that my words and warnings have passed right over your head. So I have no other choice then..."

"Now doesn't that sound ominous."

"You, Marcus Drake," He declared loudly, his anger fading away almost jarringly as he shouted dramatically. "are now enrolled in the Academy of Asskicking!"

"Say whaaa?"

"And the ass that is going to be kicked is yours!" He cracked his knuckles loudly, cackling evilly. "If your such a suicidal idiot, then I'm gonna have to beat some caution into you, by ramming my foot up your ass! From now on, once a week, you are going to come in here and I am going to beat the hell out of you until you can no longer stand. Got it?"

"No! Why would I even agree to that!"

"If you don't then I'll cut off my help; without my assistance you'll no longer be able to get your 'Soul Oil' from your soul." I paled. "That's right, you'll be useless. Worthless again. No power at all, only a normal human. That'd teach you to act like a Main Character Protagonist."

"How dare you..." I ground my teeth together. "That is my power! I worked hard for it, and its all I've got!"

"No. I work for it!" Javan retorted. "You just take the fruits of my labour and channel it!"

I strode over to the white suited man and grabbed his stupid tie. "That was your rent anyway, wasn't it, for living in my head? Stop being an asshole or I'll find a way to force you out of my head. I don't know how, but I would!"

"You do that and I die within a day. Do you want to be a murderer, Marc, because that's what would happen."

"No-"

"Then stop being stupid. If you die, I die too, so this is in your interests. Consider it extra training."

XXXXXXXXXX

Near the end of the year, just before the exams, an event happened which changed my opinion of the class prodigy. It was a Sunday, and since it was a day off and I had nothing else to do, I had decided to train.

It seems like such a Shonen thing to do: train. But I had to. I had snatched the top Kido spot and I was going to KEEP it, so to do that I had to practice and as such I needed to actively train. If I had to regularly take a beating from Javan, then a bit of target practice was hardly as strenuous.

When I got to the Kido target range that students were allowed to visit out of hours, I was in for a surprise. Akimi was already there, and she had obviously been there for awhile. It was still early in the morning, maybe nineish, but I could tell that she had been there for hours at least. She was sweating buckets and was panting deeply, barely able to stay on her feet. Scorches covered her hands and the targets she was glaring wearily at the painted targets, like they had done something to offend her 'fragile disposition'. Obvious signs of Kido failure.

I stood there and watched as she attempted the Kido we were studying in class, only for the attempt to explode in her face and send her to her knees. She tried to rise though, the idiot, so obviously I had to do the chivalrous thing and help her, despite my dislike.

"Sit down already." I snapped, steadying her and dragging her over to a nearby bench despite her protests. "Bloody hell, you're killing yourself out here. Take a damned rest; it'd be a pain to carry you to the infirmary."

"Sh-shut up." She muttered in response, though she didn't attempt to get up from the bench, probably because she couldn't due to exhaustion.

"How long have you been out here anyway?"

"Don't know." She said irritably. "Hours."

"Well you're an idiot." It was a plain and simple truth.

"Shut up!" She snarled once more, getting some energy back. "You're the idiot!"

"You're Reiatsu is weak, you've clearly spent all of your spiritual energy and you're normally pristine spells are exploding in your face." I listed off. "Only an idiot keeps pushing themselves despite running out of power. Look at you, you're dead on your feet."

"I know that!" She hissed. "But I have to do this! I'm not weak; I'm perfect! I always have been! I'm the prodigious heir to the Nishisaka family, and so I need to be the best, so don't lecture me!"

"So stop being an idiot." I replied. "If you're a genius, then recognise that its pointless overworking yourself, since it'll just worsen things in the long run."

"I know that!" Damn, Akimi was going into full blown rant mode. "But I shouldn't have to. I'm the best, and this has always been the case. Its what expected of me, and so its what I will get."

"Nobody is perfect."

"I am!" And that's the crux of the matter, because when I think of Akimi its always been with the label of 'brilliant', 'prodigy' or 'perfect', but throughout this year I've seen her slipping yet haven't cared.

"Don't you get what its like, being perfect?" She asked. "You don't know what its like. You don't know the pressure." Sighing, she receded into herself in a very un-Akimi-like way, all her previous rage gone. "My family... my efforts... its... its never enough."

Ahh. She has one of those family's, the type that always puts too much pressure on you.

"I'm not the best any more. Even though I'm supposed to be the best, I'm not. I'm slipping, my scores are falling despite my efforts and it won't stop." She sobbed.

Bloody hell, did she just sob? Akimi, the tough, genius girl who always ridicules me and is as stubborn as a brick wall?

"What am I supposed to do?" She whimpered, unable to even look at me. "I need to be the best for them, my family won't accept otherwise, but it won't stop. No matter what I do, I'm not the best, and no matter how much I train it doesn't change. For Soul Kings sake, you are better than me. ME! So what am I supposed to do?"

And yes, she was now crying. And no, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with a crying girl. I kinda just patted her back awkwardly and muttered reassurances.

"I don't need your pity." She threw my hand off and turned away from me.

"No, but you need a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to you."

"But why you." She cursed. "I hate you! You waste my time, forcing me to teach you stuff that you should already know and don't learn, and despite being a commoner you still take my top place in Kido class and won't let me beat you. I hate you!"

"Same with me." I admitted. "You're a bitch, quite frankly. You're vindictive and selfish and don't understand what it means to have to struggle and claw for any amount of success. You've never been at the bottom of the food-chain. You're a bad teacher, narrow minded and more arrogant and self righteous than Gilgamesh, so no, I don't like you."

By the sound of her intensified sobs, that probably didn't help.

"Man, you made a girl cry. You suck." Yep, Javan hit the nail on its head. I suck.

"But. BUT!" I almost shouted, grabbing her shoulder again so she couldn't turn away again. "I don't hate you, and most importantly I won't judge you. I'm not like your fanclub or like your family, I'll tell it how it is. So stop sitting here and crying like the world revolves around you and get it out of you're damn system, because you're my rival damn it and it'd be unbearable if you wallow in self pity like this. I want to beat you fair and square, because I'm better than you at Kido, and not because you're falling apart."

I looked Akimi dead in the eyes, took a deep breath and finished my lecture. "So cry now if you must, for I'll listen and won't tell."

"You're... right." She hiccuped. "I'm better than that. I hate you, but I'm better than this. Crying here like a little girl isn't becoming of one like me, but nor is bottling everything up and overworking myself."

"Right." I agreed. "So do what you need to do, say what you need to say."

"Fine... idiot."

Suffice to say that I didn't exactly get much time to train after that. Damn does Akimi need a councillor, because she cried for like an hour and spent the next four ranting about how the pressure was getting to her and how her family had too damn high standards and how everyone were stupid, idiotic sheep and how she was annoyed at how others were getting better.

I did what I had to do, offering reassurances when I had to and shamelessly agreeing with her bitching whenever I had to. I wasn't stupid, and lying was better than her going back into the crying mode again.

"Well, I guess I'm done." Stated Akimi standoffishly, rising from the bench as she did so.

"Done eh? About time. I was getting bored of pubescent woes." I commented, rising too.

"Not like you had anything better to do, and listening to the inner thoughts of the great Akimi Nishisaka was payment enough for your time." Wonderful, she was back to normal. I'm not sure if I should happy about that or not.

"Yeah, yeah, yer bitch. Just try not to kill yourself by over working, rest before your exams, ignore what the ponces in the fanclub and your family think and all the rest of that crap." I grumbled. "Just try not to have another breakdown; if you do I'll start charging you the standard fare for a psychiatrist."

"Shut up, idiot." Akimi couldn't keep a cute scowl off her face even as she belittled me. DEFINITELY back to normal. "You better not tell anyone about this, and rest assured that I will get first place out of all the year, in all subjects, including Kido, so prepare to lose!"

I snorted indignantly. "Yeah right. It'll be a sad day when you beat me, so when I do better than you I reserve the right to rub it in your face."

"Moron, like that will happen." She began to walk off, huffing, only pausing to thrown back one last retort. "See you tomorrow for lessons... and thanks. For listening, I mean... though I still hate you wish a passion! The only sad day would be when I admit that you're the closest thing I have to a friend."

"Yeah, yeah." I waved it off. "Unlike some genius slackers, I have things to do. So get some rest."

With one last huff, she was gone. I tried to ignore how some part of me was happy that I was the closest thing she had to a friend, by overpowering this sensation with the larger part of me that was still screaming at me all about how much of a bitch she was.

AN- Some stuff happened this chapter. We had the end of the Kenpachi training scene, resulting in a very beat up Marc and two canon characters getting an actual role in this fic, we had Javan getting some screen time besides making perverted characters and we also had some more character development for one of my OC's. But who really cares about my OC's? I know you're REALLY interested in some real plot progression and the introduction of more canon storyline elements.

Well rejoice! We'll have plot progression next chapter (Hopefully...), although much to some disappointment my OC's are here to stay, being an attempt to see if I can make likeable and realistic characters while also having a large role plot wise, so Deal With It.

And yes. Marc getting regularly beaten up will be a staple of this fic, because I'm an asshole to all of my OC's. So have questions? Want to suggest ideas? Have any feedback? If you do, or even just feel like it, drop a little review or PM, because this story don't write itself and we all know that deep down every fanfic writer loves nothing more than to wake up and check their emails to see a review or three. Undying Soul out.