Hello I am sorry it took me this long to update ive been going through some stuff but I shall prevail with writing please feel free to PM me story requests and ideas are appreciated for all storys and will be considered and accounted for thank you...Shadow Brockwell
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Chapter 5: Trust
Terasaka was starting to get irritated with his bitch of a teacher, having to wait for her to show up for hours in the classroom. In the end he had said screw it and he and the others in his group started to search the mountain. They looked at the pool and all the hiding spots only the students of class E knew about. They searched every possible place they could think off but after all that they had found nothing and Bitch-sensei had never showed up to help them.
"Where is that bitch-of-a-sensei," Terasaka growled as his friends gathered with him outside the classroom after their search was over, a little bit breathless from going up and down the mountain.
"Well, she's called that for a reason right?" Muramatsu said with a shrug a strange, crooked smile on his face at his joke.
"Maybe she was caught in the black hole of her dysfunctional love life, doomed to float for all eternity, her happiness swallowed up by the never ending dark, her yells forever unheard. . ." Hazama said a sinister smile on her face.
Yoshida sweat dropped but continued on with his previous thought, the thought he was going to say before Hazama got all dark and creepy on them,
"Should we just continue without her? We looked everywhere on this mountain and waiting for her would be missing the point of looking for personalities." Itona just shrugged as he watched Okajima fidget beside him. There was a somewhat awkward silence as everyone turned to their unofficial leader.
Terasaka opened his mouth to say something but his words were cut off by a sound of a nearby explosion that shook the ground slightly under everyone's feet, sending everyone to the ground except for Itona,who stood in place, his arms crossed and blinked. "What the hell was that!" Terasaka yelled as he pulled himself up from the ground. Itona's phone buzzed and he looked down to see Ritsu on his screen. He put her on speaker and held her up for everyone to see without a word,
"It seems Karma's group have found a troublesome personality at the school."
"What was that explosion just now!" Okajima said leaning in closer to Itona's phone, Itona pulling his phone back as he did,in panic, not realizing that Ritsu had technically answered his question for him. Ritsu tilted her digital head to the side, "It seems like Mischief-kun likes to use Rocket launchers for his escape plans."
There was a long silence before. . .
"WHAT!"
X Assassination Classroom X
Sugaya realized now that he really should have trained more in Karasuma-sensei's lessons; Nervous was almost impossible to track when he was free running. For someone that was so. . . well, nervous, he didn't stutter or trip when running away from someone that was chasing after him. Why did he have to be so confident is his ability to run away? It wasn't helping in the slightest and Sugaya felt like the world was against him at that very moment
Sugaya panted as he chased Nervous behind yet another corner, this time leading into an alleyway nestled between two busy streets bumping into a person during the chase, she apologised and then resumed running, still keeping her sight on the personality running after him and then to cringing in exhaustion as he saw Nervous flip onto a ladder that was at least five feet in the air, hanging upside down before flinging himself up to grab onto an upper rung, pulling his legs out of the rungs and placing them firmly on the first step. He climbed up the ladder faster than would be thought possible and disappeared on top of the building, the last thing Sugaya saw was his blue hair.
This was not Sugaya's day and he wasn't afraid to think that as he jumped up to grab the ladder as well. Sugaya was wondering why no one else was helping her or chasing the personality. Karasuma ad told him to follow Nervous, after Sugaya yelled what happened to him from the backyard of that house, Karasuma's voice voice sounding almost panicked, then watched as Karasuma had free ran into the distance, phone up to his ear. And Sugaya had stood there confused for a few seconds before realizing that standing there would accomplish nothing and ran after the personality he was ordered to chase. Sugaya decided not to focus on any of that though as he pulled his tired body up onto the roof, raping his arms a little accidentally, leaving small trails of blood on his forearm, ripping sluggishly off and onto the roof.
Wincing he looked up to see that Nervous was about to jump onto another building. Nervous turned around to see how far Sugaya was and his eyes widened in panic. Nervous turned back quickly and started to jump forward only to trip and fell off the building with a panicked yelp, his hand outstretched for help before disappearing out of sight, the last thing to be seen was his scared face, eyes wide.
Gasping, Sugaya surged forward, tripping over his own feet and practically dragging his body along in his rush. Placing his shaking hands frantically on the ledge of the building's roof, Sugaya peered over to see the alley below and sighed in relief. He could see Nervous below, hanging upside down by his leg, his foot trapped in between yet another ladder's rungs, his face showing pain in the form of a grimace from how he was caught in midair. His shirt and jacket was hanging loosely from his arms, showing his skinny but surprisingly toned torso, his hair also following the laws of gravity, flowing like a waterfall from Nervous' head to the ground.
But only for a second did the calm last because only moments later Nervous began to slip, his foot starting to come out of his shoe and him falling a few centimeters. Nervous yelped in panic and closed his eyes shut tight, somehow knowing that moving would not help his situation through his panic. Sugaya's eyes widened and he jumped up in alarm. A few more centimeters and Nervous opened his eyes only to watch with wide eyes as his sock-clad foot slipped completely out of the shoe, as if in slow motion. Words formed on his lips as the rest of the foot came loose:
"Help me."
Sugaya reacted before he could think, slinging himself over the side of the roof. He grabbed onto Nervous hand in midair, grasping it with all his strength, pulling him closer to his body, before hitting the ground in a roll and then crashing into a pile of newspapers and other trash that had occupied the alleyway.
It all happened all in only what felt like a second.
Both of them stay there for a while panting, breathe uneven. All they could do was stare at each other for a few moments. After a long silence Sugaya chuckled, as if not believing what he just done, and Nervous just laid there in the trash as Sugaya put his hand on his face in relief, "Well, that turned out better than expected."
"S-s-s-sugaya. . . .you-you-"
Sugaya sighed before digging himself from the trash pile and getting up. He walked over to the ladder and hoped up to grab the closest rung. He climbed up, wincing slightly at the burn in his arm and grabbed the missing personalities' shoe with one hand before jumping down to the ground. He then turned back to Nervous, putting down the shoe in front of Nervous as if it was a peace offering and thrusting out his hand for the personality to grab, it now covered in dirt and gunk from where they landed and by the rust that coated the old ladder he had just climbed,
"Sorry I hurt you earlier, I didn't mean to do that." Nervous didn't take his hand but instead covered his red face in his hands. Sugaya just kept his hand out and continued talking,"It's okay to be nervous, I would be too. Actually I would be scared that I almost fell off a building. . . Anyway, you don't have too feel too nervous with me. I'm your classmate, well I guess that you aren't, technically, but that's not the point! So please take my hand okay? We need to get you home. . . yeah." Could he be more awkward? He really wasn't good at this kind of thing.
As Sugaya spoke Nervous moved his hands lower and lower, slowly exposing his eyes to the world. He didn't speak or move to grab the hand or shoe but he didn't run either so Sugaya took that as a good thing. Instead of bending down to his level like he would do to little kids Sugaya kept standing with his hand out, a smile on his face that he thought would ooze safety and trust. He hoped.
"S-s-s-sugaya?"
"Yes?" Sugaya said still standing firm but now he had a look of inquiry that made the smile on his face look kinda strange.
"S-s-s-sugaya . . . are you n-n-nervous talking to me?"
Sugaya shook his head instantly but his smile faltered just a tiny bit, coming out crooked and awkward because the sudden change of topic, "No."
"B-b-but you're acting n-n-nervous, I w-w-w-would know since I am N-n-nervous . " Nervous looked at him, blush still coating his face like makeup, his wide eyes showing that he knew more than Sugaya did about himself.
Sugaya blanched internally, trying to keep the smile on his face and failing miserably,"Really. . . .I'm not nervous, Nervous." That sounded way better in his head.
How embarrassing.
"But. . . " Sugaya sighed and Nervous stilled. Covering his face and looking away Nervous changed the subject, his looking at a people walking by on the nearby street walk by.
"You don't find me a-a-annoying at all?"
"No I really don't, Honest." Sugaya wondered why he was being asked this in the first place but decided to ignore it because he seemed like he was close to a breakthrough and he didn't want to go through this again.
Nervous stared up at him for a long time, for the first time really looking at him, saying nothing and his eyes analyzing Sugaya's face, posture and finally his hand that was still floating in the air in front of him, ready for him to take, "R-r-r-really?"
"Really." Sugaya's smile this time was genuine, not forced in the slightest. He was telling the truth after all.
"A-a-a-are you sure? Y-y-you're not lying?"
Sugaya shook his head gently, being patient. Gulping, Nervous pulled up his hand, slowly, inching it to Sugaya's.
His fingers twitched and he hesitated, his eyes glancing at the ground and his arms trembling.
"Are you ready to go home, Nervous?" Sugaya prompted gently, making sure not to spook the personality again. He really didn't want to chase after him after what just transpired. He just wanted to get wash up and take a really really long nap.
Nervous blushed even redder, his eyes moving toward Sugaya's hand and said, "You won't m-m-m-mind my sweaty hands?"
Sugaya sweat dropped at the sudden change in topic, he wasn't expecting that at all, "No. . . you're good."
Nervous inhaled deeply and then nodded his head in determination, his mouth set in a firm line, as if he was a child wanting to have his way in a argument. He reached out, his eyes meeting Sugaya's for the second time and grasped Sugaya's hand, fast, as if making sure he actually follows the action his brain is telling him to do instead of backing out and running away again. Sugaya was grateful, a smile on his face as he said,"Let's get you home."
Nervous gripped his hand tighter, making Sugaya wince slightly, "T-thank you."
"No problem." Nervous didn't lie about the sweaty hands, Sugaya thought.
X Assassination Classroom X
Swinging his arms gently as he walked, Trust felt like he was going the right way, surly he knew where he was going. It had long gone dark outside and he had trusted his feet to take him where he needed to go. To the original, to home. But as he got further into the city the streets became dirtier and people were huddling in groups, neon lights flashing against the cracked asphalt, shouts breaking the silence often. He shivered. He was so cold in the clothes he was wearing, none of it protecting from the chill outside as the stars started to appear above him. He trusted his mother's decision on clothes after all, 'why wouldn't his mother know what was best for him?' His hair was tied up with blue bows, short skirt flowing in the wind and long white socks that went up to his knees, flats on his feet. The word 'Trust' plainly detailed on his blue short-sleeve shirt that had delicate lace and a bow. No one could tell the difference if he was a boy or a girl but he trusted that people were smart enough to realize this ultimate truth. Trust wrapped his arms around himself as he kept walking down the street. He would get there soon, he trusted his instincts.
After walking for a long while out in the cold Trust felt something touch his shoulder and he turned around to find a man smiling gently, his teeth impossibly white,
"What is a little lady like you doing out here so late?"
Trust smiled and opened his tiny, cute mouth, "Actually I'm a boy and-"
The man smiled even wider and slung his arm over Trust's shoulders and Trust could smell stench he couldn't place on the man's breath, "Don't worry your pretty little head, I'll take you somewhere safe, somewhere where we can get you out of the cold."
"Oh but I need to go home." Trust stated
"Don't worry I can take you home, it's dangerous to be outside in this part of the city alone."
"Oh, okay," Trust agreed instantly. 'This man could never show him harm right? He's too nice for that.'
But as the man led him down the grungy street, his arm wrapped around his waist, Trust felt something inside, a new ideal that he couldn't place. It was something that he couldn't grasp no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he wanted to, knew that he needed to. He knew what is was called though:
Mistrust.
Mistrust was something that he couldn't feel. He had to trust this man beside him wholeheartedly, it's just the way he is, and he smiles up at him, his lips hurting with the effort, bangs swishing cutely with the movement.
Trust had decided to trust him, of course. It was his only option. Really...he had no choice.
X Assassination Classroom X
Responsibility felt like he was responsible for this whole situation.
'How could he let it get this far? How could he be this stupid?
He was supposed to be the responsible one and looked what he let happen? 'Why did Trust have to trust too much?'
Responsibility knew it wasn't the others personalities fault, and he was being irresponsible to blame it on Trust, but...
Responsibility felt a headache start to form but he knew he was responsible enough that he had to discard this fact and keep jogging down the street to his destination.
He was responsible for all the personalities safety and keeping them close to the city as possible whilest the others found them he was failing. How could he let Trust go with such a shady man and then lose him in the crowd? He stuck out as a sore thumb and he lost him anyway.
He was so stupid and now he had to seek outside help from someone he knew would be hard to talk to,maybe not hard to persuade, but hard to talk to none the less. And he felt like he was making it hard for the class to find all the personalities by making such a pact. He was responsible for that too, he supposed, as he turned a corner. He wasn't allowed to help directly, not in this class had to do this or Nagisa will never recover, never feel the same again, never learn from this experience.
Of course he could give advice, he already got some calls from the groups about locations and the likelihood of finding a personality there he was responsible for making it look like Nagisa was alright, after all. He had to pretend he was the real one, that's why he was the least changed in the looks department. Of course he would have his cell phone and was answering all of Nagisa's calls while he was out. It would be irresponsible not to, but he could do no more than that.
It would defeat the whole purpose of this incident and for once he was not responsible for that rule.
He did feel responsible for that too but that's a different story altogether.
Shaking his head to dispel his thoughts Response skidded to a halt in front of a warehouse on the edge of town.
He scanned the area before making his way to the huge sliding doors. He wasn't sure if this was the right place when he starting heading out to look for this person but it was his best guess at the moment. If he wasn't here, in this warehouse, Responsibility will just search somewhere else.
Response reached the metal doors and took a breathe of air before he reached out to open it.
"Here goes nothing."
With a squeal the doors opened to blackness and a smell of dust and mold. It smelled almost like this warehouse hadn't been used in years but Response didn't deter at that as he walked slowly in, talking to himself almost silently, "Really, why does he like hanging out in the dark?"
If he was here at all that is.
Sighing Responsibility made his way through the dark warehouse, the only light being from the crescent moon outside, barely illuminating the entrance and nothing more. With his hands out in front of him to search for any obstacles, he walked a few more paces, where he thought was in the dead center of the warehouse, and cupped his hands over his lips to magnify the sound of his shout, "Anger! Are you in here? I need to tell you something! It'll probably make you angry! Really angry!"
There was a long silence before a shout came from above, a light turning on in the process and blinding Responsibility for a moment and making him blink multiple times so his eyes could adjust, "Why the hell are you here, you copy cat bastard?"
"Hello, Anger, it's been awhile." Responsibility said moving some hair out of his eyes, unfazed by the attitude and recognizing the voice immediately.
Responsibility looked up to see Anger on a metal walkway far above him, disregarding the safety handrail all together and sitting on top of it in a very lazy and uncaring way. He was glaring with his eyes much like Karma's when he was mad, the most striking thing about the personality, the feature he alone had, was his eyes. They were bright red, as if they were covered in a layer of crimson blood and melted on with fire. His hair cut down to his chin, straight as a board. He wore a black leather jacket with a red 'A' on the breast pocket and since the jacket was unzipped Response could see a black shirt that he couldn't tell if it had sleeves or not, and a pair of black jeans with rips up and down the length of them. A chain was hooked on the pants loop and connected to his pocket. On his hands were black leather gloves.On his feet were wared down black sneakers with white circling the bottom covered in dirt and a splash of red like he had stepped into a pool of blood on his way here.
"Been a while? What the hell you talking about you idiot, you know for a fact that it hasn't been a while. You didn't answer my question, you bastard!"
Response just stared up at him before sighing and admitting the reason he was here, tilting his head to the side slightly as he talked, his pig tails swishing with the movement, "I need you help."
Anger burst out laughing before his face scrunched up in, well, anger, "My...help? You need my help! What a load of bull," Responsibility could see Anger tightening his hold on the railing, knuckles turning white, "Why does a goody goody like you need my help! You are such a pain in the ass! So fucking annoying!"
Responsibility continued as if he just didn't get insulted and yelled at, watching as anger snarled and frowned, enraged,"Yes. I need your help and I know you might enjoy this-"
Anger snorted at that statement,"As if."
Responsibility continued, ignoring the interruption and getting straight to the point, "Trust was taken by a shady man and I lost him in the crowd and I honestly have no idea where they went," Responsibility leaned closer to Anger, his head tilted to the side and his eyes turning persuasive,"Doesn't that make you angry that such a man had his dirty hands on someone so naive?"
Anger's eyes grew intense and he glared down at Responsibility "What! How could you be so stupid! YOU KNOW TRUST IS TOO TRUSTING, YOU DAMN IDIOT!" Anger roared as he threw himself from the railing to land on the floor, cracking the cement on impact, the cracks stretching a good three feet from where he landed, "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS SOONER YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
"I tried." Response said nonchalantly, knowing that would irritate the personality further, as he watched Anger run past, his footsteps leaving cracks in the floor as he went.
Anger stormed out of the warehouse leaving Responsibility behind with the cracked floor ,"OH WHATEVER! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT LOSER! JUST YOU WAIT YOU SCUMBAG! YOU GOING TO BE IN A WORLD OF PAIN! AHHHHHH!" Angers yells faded into the distance and Responsibility didn't move until they were only murmurs to his ears.
"Well, that's settled then," Responsibility said dusting off his pants as he walked out of the warehouse and onto the darkened street outside.
He knew Trust would be just fine.
Nothing angers Anger more than someone taking advantage of the weak, thought Responsibility as he closed the big warehouse doors behind him.
X Assassination Classroom X
Maturity watched, exasperated, as Disgust pulled out another set of gloves, "Don't you think it's clean enough?"
Maturity knew the answer before Disgust even turned around, Disgust looked almost scandalized when he did, "There is no such thing as 'clean enough'!"
Disgust had been cleaning Karasuma's apartment since he showed up with Isogai and his group and the apartment was spotless. So clean it would put a certain captain to shame. "Uh huh," Maturity said before turning to Innocence who was watching TV," How are you doing Innocence?"
"I'm fine Matty, this show is very interesting!" Innocence said without turning around, focused on the moving pictures in front of him. Maturity smiled at that, glad Innocence was doing okay. Just then there was a crash to his right and he sighed. 'This whole situation is interesting,' Maturity thought moving his eyes over to Disgust and Hunger in the kitchen area, where the crash came from.
"Ah! Hunger I just cleaned that counter don't get you grubby, crumb covered fingers on it!"
Maturity sighed, pushing up his glasses as he did so.
Why him?
"Hunger, why don't you listen you brat, that's so disgusting!"
Maturity sighed, how immature.
There was a knock on the door and Maturity turned to the bickering personalities then back to innocence before getting up from the couch and heading for the door. He placed his eye up to the peephole to see who had knocked. He cringed when He saw a blushing Nervous gripping a poor Sugaya's hand in a vice grip, completely covered in dirt, trash, and little bit of blood. Maturity slowly turned around in despair when he saw Disgust cleaning the tiled floor with a towel, knowing how the personality would react when he opened the door.
Really.
Why him?
X Assassination Classroom X
Mischief sniffed and let go of Kanzaki taking a few steps away and wiping his eyes with his arm to ride the last of the tears that stained his face from the world. On one hand he felt like he should be ashamed that he just cried, sobbed really, on Kanzaki's shoulder like a baby but he could honestly admit that he felt better.
Embarrassed but better.
Kanzaki smiled," Feel better now, Mischief-kun?" Mischief debated if he should answer her or wanted to take the childish route but decided that Kanzaki didn't deserve that. He finally decided on neutral ground, after a slightly long silence, turning his head away from her with a shrug ," I'm sorry almost blew up everyone. Though it was kinda awesome."
Kanzaki smiled innocently and walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder, her grip almost vice like, leading him to the edge of the roof and making him look down with her other hand on the back of his head, "You don't have to tell that to me, Mischief-kun."
Mischief blanched as he saw Karma glaring at him, full of blood lust and anger, cracking his knuckles.
"Shit."
It didn't help that Sugino looked like he wanted to kill him too, one eye covered in blood and Nakamura smirking as if she knew the inside joke.
Kanzaki gripped his shoulder harder, smiling still as she forcibly lead him to the door she came through to get on the roof, "Come on Mischief-kun, it's time to face your misdoings."
"Can't we just run off into the distance while they aren't looking?" Mischief said also desperately as she made him go
down flight after flight of stairs.
Kanzaki stopped and Mischief felt a slice of hope only for it to be crushed when she turned to him, smiled and said, "No."
Mischief internally cried at that moment.
Kanzaki dragged him to the main doors of the building before pushing them open with her one hand and pulling Mischief out with her. She turned to Mischief and then pushed him toward the angry pair of boys as they stacked closer to him, "Tell them what you told me, Mischief-kun."
'That's totally not the same situation!' Mischief thought as Karma arm flew upward, hand clenched in a fist. Karma's punch landed hard to his cheek and Mischief flew to the ground with a crash and a loud thump. He got up slowly, spitting blood out of his mouth," Okay, I deserved that."
"You almost killed us you piece of shit!" Karma yelled, enraged, raising his fist once again. Mischief snapped his fingers and a shield appeared in his hands with a poof, his voice almost panicked as he yelled, "Wait, hear me out!"
Karma was not amused as he continued to attack the personality, Mischief dodging his blows, though some connected making him hiss, and using his shield for further defense. Karma continue to attack and Mischief felt, for the first time, like he was going to die.
"K-karma-kun you should listen to him!" Okuda said from what seemed far away," He let Kanzaki touch him without hurting her. We should at least hear his side of the s-story!"
Karma stopped and looked at her, his eyes slowly losing their blood lust, his fist mere inches from Mischief's face. Karma let his arm fall only to grab Mischief by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground, "You better spit it out in five seconds or else. And drop the shield."
Mischief let the shield drop from his fingers to the ground, "I'm sorry I almost blew you all up! I just didn't want to go back and I got a little carried away!"
Nakamura snorted, "A little?"
Kayano elbowed her in the side.
Mischief continued, "Plus Kanzaki beat my ass up on that roof so...yeah."
Mischief shrugged almost hopelessly.
Sugino's head whipped around to look at Kanzaki with admiration, finally leaving the angered expression he was wearing before hand, "Well done Kanzaki."
Kanzaki smiled and Sugino blushed even harder.
Karma stared at him for a long time before letting go of his shirt and dropping Mischief to the ground, who scrambled backwards and onto his feet, dusting off his shirt and pants.
"At least no one was seriously injured," Mischief said before turning to Sugino, "I could patch that up if you want. Think of it as a peace offering."
Sugino turned to Kanzaki and she nodded her head so he turned back to Mischief, "As long as you don't try anything funny."
Mischief laughed, "Wouldn't dream of it."
As Sugino went to Mischief Kayano leaned over to Kanzaki
and whispered, "How did you get his to stop, you know, being psycho?"
Kanzaki's eyes turned sad, "I saw that he was sad inside," Kanzaki looked up to Mischief to see him snap his fingers so the shield disappeared and thread and needle appeared "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Don't worry I had to dress plenty of wounds I caused myself over the years.", Mistcheif stated
"He was just lost and I felt like I had to help him see the light."
Kanzaki smiled, "I didn't do much really. I just talked to him and convinced him that what he was doing was wrong and that he could trust us."
Kayano blinked," And that worked?"
"Yes," Kanzaki's smile became genuine as he watched as Mischief finished stitched up Sugino, who looked like he might cry from the pain but was holding on with gritted teeth, holding a thumbs up to Kanzaki, "He just need someone to lean on."
"Huh." Kayano said now watching Mischief as well, wrapping gauze securely around Sugino's head and snapping his fingers, getting some medical tape to hold the dressing firmly in place.
"Who would've thought that it would be that easy." Nakamura sighed looking up at the sky. Okuda beside her nodded her head, her brains flying with her movements.
"Hey...what's Karma doing?" Kayano asked curiously pointing her finger toward the red head.
Nakamura looked over at Karma and shrugged, "Beats me."
X Assassination Classroom X
Karma's phone buzzed in his pocket as he held up Mischief. He stared at Mischief for a while as the phone vibrated in his pocket. He finally let Mischief drop and walked away taking his phone out of his pocket and checking his caller ID and the others talked to the personality behind him.
Nagisa-kun
Fingering it was Responsibility Karma answered the phone," Responsibility?"
"Oh, this isn't Responsibility, far from it~" Came the voice on the other side in a sing song tone.
"Who the hell is this," Karma said narrowing his eyes.
"Oh, Karma- kun~. How rude of you. I thought you would love to hear the sound of my voice but I guess not, so sad~"
Karma heard more than saw the others in his group heading towards him,"Answer my question."
"Karma-kun ~!"
Behind him Mischief burst out laughing. Turning around to glare at him he saw mischief doubling over in his mirth,
"Oh, this is just great."
Everyone turned Mischief, looking for answers to the joke they couldn't figure out.
On the other side of the phone Karma hear," Oh is that Mischief~! What a coincidence!"
Mischief whipped a tear from the side of his eye only to laugh even harder and double over holding his stomach as he laughed, "Virgins better run cuz Lust is on the line!"
There was only a long silence only broken by Mischief unstoppable laughter.
Well, this should be interesting.
List of Personalities to find:
Anger (Looking for Trust)
Sadness
Love
Hate
Envy
Lust (kinda)
Shy
Evil
Fear
Happy
Reckless
Determined
Trust ( In Trouble)
Composed
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Hope you enjoyed chapter 5 i do apologise for the wait at the moment I am trying to get permission to rewrite the story 'brainwashed' as you have requested feel free to comment more or PM me ideas and inspiration is appreciated and considered thank you shall update soon...Shadow Brockwell