"Yeah, and fuck you too!"
A man spat as he was thrown out of the establishment and into the cold of the night. The downed individual glared at the door of the bar he was just in as he pushed himself upright. He retrieved a cigarette and a lighter from his jacket, put a stick in his mouth, lit it, and inhaled a deep puff. The nicotine swirling in his lungs calmed him down, allowing him to think clearly. He ruffled a hand across his dark hair before his pair of emerald orbs at the brightly lit bar, observing the other patrons through the window. They looked like they were having a good time, it's best not to cause any more trouble for them, he's already done enough today. So, he decided to begin the walk home. He owned a car, but since he already knew he was gonna be shitfaced tonight, he wisely figured to leave it at home.
He sighed, another job another bust. Though that wasn't abnormal for some time now. He'd jump from one job to another, just trying to find some semblance of stability. He had hoped that by getting out, he could achieve some form of peace, but life seemed to make it even more difficult for him as the days passed. It's not that he's bad at his work, he can do almost anything and was quite skilled, but his attitude and mental state certainly didn't help. He'd act up, do something stupid, and he was gone.
The man shivered before taking a deeper puff of the cigarette in his mouth, quickly burning up. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to get drunk in this part of town at this hour, but he seriously needed a drink or he was going to lose it. Actually no, he'd already lost it, he was just grappling for strings to try and keep himself together. There was also no one he could go to for support. He has no relatives to rely on anymore, the few friends he has have also got their own problems to deal with, and the government is shit. So, he's effectively on his own.
There was nothing left for him anymore…
Arriving home, he kicked off his shoes and went to the kitchen where he pulled a beer from the fridge before heading to the living room and crashing on the sofa, he turned on the TV to watch some live basketball. The day was done, he put flowers on his loved one's grave, wrote a will, and got smashed at the bar. The last part turned out a little messy, but whatever. Now, it was just this last beer with this last game for the night, then it was off to bed…
And then it was time…
Dressed in nice clothes, including a comfy sweater gifted to him long ago, he went to the bedroom and sat on the soft bed. He took some time admiring some old photos he held close to him and a silver ring that was his whole world before reaching for the loaded pistol beside him.
"It's been fun," He mumbled as he checked the gun before pointing it at his right temple. "I'm coming, baby. Lady Death, take me home…"
It takes at least 4.5 pounds (2.04 kilograms) of force to pull the trigger of a Kimber Custom 1911. And one .45 ACP round was enough to take all his problems away. It was easy. And he was just going to cross that after two more… one more pound… and…
*DING DONG*
"What the hell?"
His doorbell hud been rung. Someone was outside. That's strange, he wasn't expecting anything. It was probably some Christmas Carol group hoping to sing him a song. However, he wasn't in the mood for that, so he just decided to stay quiet, hoping that they'd go away to also spare them the ugly sight.
Unfortunately…
*DING DONG*
*DING DONG*
*DING DONG*
*DING DONG*
"Aarggh! Goddamnit!" He grumbled in annoyance. "What time is it even? 11:00 p.m?! Who the fuck is out there?!"
Grumbling some more, he set the gun back down on the bed before getting up to investigate. He made an effort to make himself more presentable as he approached the door.
"I swear if it's those stupid kids again…" He grumbled as he pulled the door open with a little too much force. "Yes— what the?"
After opening the door, he was greeted with absolutely nothing. In front of him was the little stone path leading to his door, the sidewalk, the road, and then the house across from his. Looking from side to side, he noted only a dark neighborhood that was void of activity at this time of the night, causing his annoyance to rise.
"Tsk, damn kids," He muttered. Now he really lost the energy to do anything.
"Ugh…"
He froze upon hearing that. Looking from left to right for a moment more and noted that there was nothing there. But when he looked down…
"Holy shit!" He exclaimed with wide eyes.
A couple of inches away from his feet was a blue mass with white hair. There was a person lying face down right at his goddamn doorstep!
"Oh my God!" He exclaimed again as he quickly kneeled to examine the person. "Are you alright?!"
"H-Help… m-me," The person mumbled weakly.
"Okay, just try to relax," He told her in a calmer voice, hoping to ease the situation, as he gently turned them over.
Once she was reoriented, he got a good look at them. This person was a girl, a short one too which led him to believe she was pretty young. She had fair skin which was a bit dirty and short, white hair that had blue streaks. She wore a dirty, oversized, shark-themed hoodie, a separate shark hood, and a pair of dirty white sneakers. And also, uh… was that a shark tail hanging out of her back?
Choosing to ignore that tidbit, he got to work checking her. She was breathing but it was a bit ragged, and there were beads of sweat forming on her face. And there was also, oh dear God, there was a large scratch on her forearm and it was bleeding!
"Christ, hold on, sweetheart. Let's get you inside!"
It was fucking cold out, there was no way he can keep her there! So, he carefully picked her up and brought her inside then gently placed her on the sofa.
"Let me patch up that wound a bit, then I'll call an ambulance. So just try to relax, alright?"
He then stood back up to retrieve a medkit when he felt something grab onto his sweater. Looking back down, he saw that she had grabbed onto the hem of his sweater, keeping him from leaving.
"F… d…" She mumbled incoherently.
"What?" He said, moving closer.
"Food," She repeated much more clearly.
He blinked. "Huh?"
"This tastes so good!"
"Yeah."
It took some convincing, but he was able to get her to allow him to dress her wound first and foremost. Once that was done, he got a pack of microwave sliders, heated them up, and fed them to the girl who basically inhaled them. All the while he just stared, trying to make sense of it all while he drank a glass of milk.
"Right, judging by your energy right now, I don't think an ambulance is necessary anymore," He remarked.
She swallowed and smiled, showing off her strangely sharp teeth. "Yup! Thanks for patching me up and the food, mister! I'm all good now!"
"That's good to hear," He said and donned a serious expression. "So now, you're gonna explain. What were you doing out so late and in this weather?"
She stopped eating, swallowing the food in her mouth as she backed into a more reserved state. She looked down, seemingly deep in thought as she searched for a good answer.
"I, uh… I've just been looking for a place to stay warm" She answered with a sad tone. "I've tried every other house, you were the last one."
"What are you, a runaway, or something?"
"... You could say that."
"Oh my God!" He cringed. "Young lady, your parents can say some pretty stupid things every once in a while, but they do care about you! You need to go home this instant!"
"I am not a kid! And no, you don't understand! I had to get out of there!" She argued.
Normally, he'd dismiss an argument like that, especially a girl like her. She was young, so she was very likely just being a bratty kid. However, the emotion she had plastered on her face right at that moment was so clear, that he had to cut her some slack. There was more going on than he initially thought.
"Alright then, fine," He played along. "Now, can I get your age?"
She paused to think about it for a moment before replying. "I'm not really sure, but I guess 9,361 years old. Give or take a couple of years."
"Mhmm, so 7 to 9 years old then. Noted."
"I told you, I'm not a kid!"
"Then tell me your real age, dumbass!" He frowned. "Where are you from anyway?"
"I'm from Atlantis."
"Right," He said. "Atlanta, so just around here? Well, that makes things easier."
"No, Atlantis. With an 'is'," She clarified. "You know, every time I've brought up Atlantis since I came up here, I'd always get weird stares! How come you humans have never heard of Atlantis?"
"Kid, I don't know what fairytale you're talking about, but Atlantis isn't real. It's a fictional city featured in lots of stories," He told her calmly.
"I get that too, but just why? Weren't we trading with humans a couple of thousand years ago?"
"There's something seriously wrong with your head if you think I'm buying that," He stated.
"And there's seriously something wrong with your eyes if you don't notice the tail!" She retorted, her patience running thin, as she lifted up the appendage sticking out from her backside. "This should be a clear sign that I'm an Atlantean, not human, dummy!"
He did not speak more after seeing that. Her tail had suddenly lifted up, and she wasn't even using her hands… Yep, something's not quite right here. He had a few ideas on what it was, but he was mostly just tired. So after rubbing his eyes with his hands, he spoke to her again.
"You know, sorry 'bout this, but I didn't get your name?" He asked.
"Oh right, sorry about that too, hehe," She giggled, shedding away the earlier frustration as she held up a hand in a playful mock salute. "Gawr Gura from the City of Atlantis, but you can just call me Gura. Nice to meet you!"
He gave a small smile and gave her a nod. "And my name is Michael Kane. Just call me Mike," He introduced. "Now, Gura, I think it's almost midnight now and we're both drained. So, why don't we both head to bed and we can continue this conversation in the morning? Sound good?"
"Is that okay?" She asked hesitantly.
"It's kinda too late to ask that now, but I know it's either here or the cold. So, whatever, you can stay the night. I've got a guest room with a spare bed. You can crash in there," He told her.
Her eyes glistened as if she was about to cry but did not, simply rubbing her eyes a bit. "Thank you so much, Mike."
"Don't mention it."
After she went through four more sliders, she was finally ready to go to bed. He suggested she take a shower but denied it since she was so exhausted. So he cleaned up the guest room a bit and allowed her to crash onto the bed, it didn't even take long for her to start snoring. And with that, he went to bed too. He put away the pictures, ring, and pistol before hopping onto his bed, not even bothering to change.
"Not tonight, I guess," He muttered as he stared up at the ceiling.
When morning comes he'll get as much truth out of her before calling the cops and handing her over to them. She'll become someone else's problem, and that's that. Then he could continue…
He sighed and drifted off to sleep.
*CRACK*
*CRASH*
Mike shot up from his bed upon hearing those strange noises. He forced himself to calm down before focusing around him. The lights were off so he relied on his hearing. The noises weren't even that loud, but he was sure he heard them. And sure enough, he could hear the faintest noises of feet hitting the ground. Multiple of them even.
"Ah, Christ," He muttered under his breath, turning to the LED clock on the nightstand. "3 a.m., this just keeps getting better and better."
He quickly but quietly got out of bed a moment later, retrieving his pistol and sneakily heading for the door. Opening it ever so slightly while keeping the gun pointed and ready, he peered into the dark empty hallway, seeing no movement until one of the doors quietly opened with a head peeking out carefully before looking around until a pair of eyes landed on him. He pointed the gun while quietly moving to Gura, keeping the pistol pointed down the hall just in case.
"Mike, what's happening?" She whispered with trepidation in her voice.
"Home invasion, I'm guessing. Robbers looking for a quick payday," He answered. For a second he wondered how a kid like her even heard it while asleep, but dismissed it for now.
"Oh, intruders. In that case, let me help. I can drive them away," She offered.
"No, stay here and lock the door. And do not fucking open it for anyone unless you hear my voice. Am I clear?" He demanded.
"... Okay," She said, and from what little ambient light there was, he could see the outline of her head bobbing like a nod.
"Good. Just sit tight and I'll take care of this. It won't take long."
"Mhmm."
Something told him that she did not completely agree, but whatever. There were insects in need of squashing right now, so that's what he was going to do. So with that, he moved to defend his home. He leaned on the wall, stopping just at the entrance of the hallway connecting to the living room. There, he listened.
"Are we sure about this, Steve?" A voice quietly whispered.
"Don't tell me you're bitching out already," A different voice, 'Steve', replied just quietly.
"I heard this place belongs to some hot-shot, special forces dude. Like, Call of Duty fuckin crazy, bro. You sure we should be doing this?" Another voice asked.
"We're already here, aren't we?! C'mon, let's just get some shit and leave. I heard this guy's got some good stuff. We can sell them for big buck for the five of us," Steve said.
"If you say so," The third guy said.
So there were five guys but he could only hear three voices. That means either the other two just weren't talking, hadn't entered the house yet, or were not present at all. Either way, he was confident he could take care of them quickly. He had been in situations where he was outnumbered before. This was no different. And with that, he acted.
Tucking the gun into his belt, Mike swiftly but stealthily emerged from the hallway and into the living room. He locked onto the first outline of a human he saw and delivered a heavy left hook at his face, sending him to the ground. The other two around him panicked and sent wild throws into the dark which he easily dodged. He ducked down, before sending his right fist straight into the gut of a figure he spotted. The man recoiled from that, allowing Mike to spring upright, grab his head with both hands, and throw it down onto his knee, knocking him out instantly. The last guy sent a wild punch in his direction, successfully hitting him and hurting him a bit. But he was able to quickly recover from the hit, turning around and giving him a right hook straight in the face before Spartan kicking him into the wall.
Mike stood in the dark, looking down at the three sacks of shit that dared to enter his home to take his stuff. Honestly, he could've just shot them, and in retrospect, he should've, but that would mean getting blood on the carpets, which would suck. Not to mention the legal bullshit that comes afterward.
"That's three," Mike mumbled under his breath. "Where's the other t—"
Gunshots rang in the darkness, forcing him to take cover. He then crawled behind the couch as the shooter just mag-dumped his living room, making him groan in frustration. That's gonna be a bitch to clean. The shooting stopped right as he sat up straight behind the couch, figuring the shooter had just run out of ammo. He saw an opening to fight back, twisting around and preparing to peek up to shoot back—
The lights suddenly flicked on and he turned to see the muzzle of a gun pointing right at his face.
"Light's out, motherfucker," The gunman spat.
Although he was staring death in the face, Mike was more disappointed than anything. He was about to get killed by some lowlife with a Hi-Point! A fucking Hi-Point! It's even got the 100-dollar bill design on it, what the fuck?! Oh well, guess this is it.
"ACK!" The gunman fell over as he felt something hard crash onto him.
He tried getting up but slipped on the wet, uncarpeted floor he was on. Wait… Wet? Checking himself up, he noticed that large parts of him and even the area around him were drenched like someone just dropped a bucket of water on him. Mike also saw it and was just as confused. He hadn't even moved and he did not remember leaving a bucket of water lying around, so it didn't make sense.
"Hey!" Someone else yelled, prompting both men to turn to it.
Mike had to blink twice to make sure he was seeing this right. There stood Gura, with her shark hood shed off, putting up a fierce front with water spilled around her. Normally, no one would be intimidated by someone like her. However, right now, she displayed a menacing aura that was reinforced by the blue, glowing trident she was wielding.
"Get lost now, asshole!" She growled.
"Don't do nothing stupid now, kid!" The gunman warned as he stood up and aimed his gun at her.
"You asked for it."
She then raised her left hand to point at him. And what he saw next left him absolutely speechless. A bit of light suddenly formed on her hand. Then the water around her seemingly just levitated from the ground and collected on her hand, creating a spinning ball of sorts. The ball gradually got bigger and spun faster until it shot forward like a jet toward the gunman. This action did not even take more than two seconds. The fast pillar of water slammed onto the gunman at center of mass with so much force he was knocked out of his feet and through the window, ending up in the front yard. Mike simply stared in stunned silence with wide eyes as her gaze locked onto him before she moved over to him.
"Mike, are you okay—"
She was cut off when more gunshots rang across the living, forcing both of them to duck down. Mike looked up to see the last guy charging in through the window while unloading his pistol's magazine at them.
"Water bending?! What the fuck?!"
The gunshots eventually stopped followed by a bunch of clicks. The goon's gun jammed, because he was also running Hi-Point. And Hi-Points are shitty guns, so much so that you're probably better off using a flintlock from the Revolutionary War instead. The stupid bastard fumbled with the gun, trying to clear the jam while Gura took this opportunity to get back up and throw a ball of water at him. It wasn't as forceful as the water jet earlier, but it still hit hard enough to daze him which gave an opening for the little shark girl to dash forward and wack the goon in the head with her trident. The goon fell to the ground unconscious and that was that.
Gura took a few deep breaths while looking down at the unconscious bodies on the floor, making sure they really were down. Afterward, she turned around to face Mike who was still wide-eyed with shock.
"Y-You… You really aren't human. Are y-you?" He stuttered.
"What gave it away, the tail, the trident, or the water powers?" She deadpanned with a sigh. She then extended the arm with the trident before it dematerialized into liquid which just faded away.
"Cut me some slack, you're not supposed to exist!" He growled at her before rubbing his face with his hands. "So, you're from Atlantis, huh?"
"Yes."
"And you're not human?"
"Uh-huh."
"And this is all happening? It's all real, right?"
"Yup."
"... Okay, I guess that's enough evidence. I believe you," He sighed.
"Thank you," She smiled a bit.
"This conversation is not over, you've got a hell of a lot to explain, young lady," He stated.
"Hey, I'm not a kid!" She protested but was ignored.
"But for now, we gotta deal with this," He said, gesturing to the mess in his living room. "So, this is what's gonna happen…"
After securing each deadbeat with some duct tape, Mike called the police, and six minutes later, three Atlanta Police Department cruisers showed up at the front of his house. They were pretty surprised to see five guys tied up with duct tape sitting on the grass while some guy who reeks of alcohol and a little girl watched over them. Regardless, the exchange was peaceful. Mike handed over the goons (who were, surprise surprise, a bunch of teenagers) and explained the situation to the poor police officer who was woken up to deal with someone's stupid bullshit.
"Jesus, Steve, this is the third time now," The cop muttered as he pushed the stupid goober into the squad car.
"Wait till my dad hears about this! He'll—" Steve was cut off as the door was slammed shut.
"Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge, dumbfuck."
"These assholes have been pulling stupid shit like this for some time now. However, they kept getting bailed out since they were minors," The lead officer sighed. "Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you ask, three of these kids just hit 18, so they can be subject to a regular court."
"Kids these days. I swear to God," Mike muttered.
These kids grew up spoiled by their parents while playing GTA and Call of Duty. So, some of them have the bright idea to join gangs and commit crimes thinking it'll be fun and cool. Thinking they can just break into people's houses and shoot up the place. Unfortunately, they quickly learn that it isn't as fun and cool when someone else shoots back at them, reminding them that they can die pretty easily.
"Mhmm. Would you like to press charges?" The officer asked. They had convened in Mike's house, in the dining room, to escape the cold of the night.
"Hell yeah, they shot up my living room," Mike replied sourly.
"Alright, I'll get it on the report. Can I have some identification, please?" The cop asked.
"Uh, yes sir," Mike said before pulling out his wallet and handing over one of his IDs. The cop took it and examined it, his eyes widening a bit upon doing so. "Oh damn, glad you're alright from this, Major."
"I'm not a Major anymore, officer. I'm just a civvy now, like everyone else," Mike clarified.
"Still, you've got Army blood flowing in ya, I have to respect that. I used to be in the Army too, before getting out and being a cop," The cop enthusiastically said.
"Oh really? What unit did you serve in?" Mike asked.
"7th Infantry Regiment. Did two tours in Iraq then one in Afghanistan," The cop replied and reached out a hand. "By the way, I'm Daniel Cohen, sir, 'should've introduced myself earlier. Staff Sergeant then and now. 'Honor to meet 'ya."
Mike took his hand in a firm grip and shook. "Likewise, Staff Sergeant."
"What about you, Major?"
Mike retreated and clenched his jaw a bit before answering. "Uh, I was in the 75th."
Officer Cohen's eyes widened once again. "You're shitting me, a Ranger?! Holy fuck, I'm even more honored now!"
"We were both grunts doing the same kind of job, Staff Sergeant. It's nothing too special," Mike said with a shrug.
"Nonsense, you guys are freaking legends! In fact, Rangers saved my life once before. And for that, I'm forever grateful!" Cohen smiled.
"That's just the job," Mike said, getting a bit uncomfortable now that the topic of his former job was brought up this much.
"Hahaha, despite the shit I've seen, I like thinking about my time then. We really kicked ass back then," Cohen thought back with a smile.
Mike did not share the same sentiment. Instead, frowning more while staring at the grassy ground.
"... Yeah," He said quietly and distant.
Cohen immediately caught on to this. He had seen that distant look before, too many times in fact. He immediately regretted getting lost in his memories and scrambled to change the topic. He fumbled a bit and cleared his throat.
"A-Anyway, we went off track back there, haha. Sorry, sir," Cohen chuckled nervously. "Let's get back on topic."
A bunch of other basic questions were asked which Mike answered immediately. Until it reached the 'youngest' individual present there.
"Hi there, young lady. Can I have your name?" Cohen asked, leaning down to try and match the girl's height.
"Gawr Gura," She answered honestly.
"Gawr Gura? You've got a very unique name," He chuckled. "I'm sure you know what's going on here. Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Of course!"
"First off, who is Mister Kane to you, Miss Gura?"
Mike had expected questions like this, there was no way they could get around the topic of Gura with the cops. But there was absolutely no way they could tell them that she actually was. So, he came up with a series of convincing lies that they could tell them until he could figure something out in the long run. Mike made her memorize the lies before the cops arrived.
"He's my legal guardian. My parents passed some time ago. I have no other relatives," She answered.
"I see. Has Mister Kane treated you well since you've been with him?"
"Yeah! I was really sad when my parent died, but Mister Kane has always been by my side since then. I'm happy that he's taking care of me now!" She stated with a smile.
That last part was improvised; Mike did not tell her to go that far. He was surprised and impressed. She was a natural and it made him wonder if she was quite a troublemaker back wherever she was from if she could lie like that.
"Wow, is that so? That's good to hear," Cohen smiled, noting that down on his notepad. "Now, let's get to what just happened, alright?"
It took another ten minutes but the police officer was finally ready to leave. It would've been quicker, but all their minds were a bit slow from exhaustion. So everybody was pretty happy when this whole ordeal finally ended. Although, Cohen kind of wanted to talk to them a bit more, especially Gura. He got the impression they weren't being completely truthful, but he could not detect any sign from the little girl that she was in any danger. It may have been because he was tired, but in any case, he wasn't gonna anymore tonight.
"Alright, Mister Kane, I'll turn in my report and you should get your lawyer up to speed soon. But from my perspective, you're clear while those kids are screwed. So you shouldn't worry too much," Cohen told him.
"Of course. Thank you for everything tonight, Officer," Mike replied.
"Just our job. And, oh…" Cohen raised a hand which Mike took and shaked. "Thank you for your service, Major."
If Mike had any sort of reaction he was able to hide behind a small smile. "You're welcome, Staff Sergeant."
Cohen nodded and let go before turning to Gura. "You be a good girl now, alright? And you've got one hell of a guy looking after you, so don't worry about nothing."
"Yes, officer!" Gura smiled.
"Nice. Alright, I'll be taking my leave. Take care now, y'all!"
And with that, the officer hopped back in his squad car and left the two of them alone. Gura waved at the retreating car a bit while Mike simply stared from the porch. And once it was out of sight, both deadbeat and shark girl kind of just stood there, trying to figure out what happens next.
"So," Gura began. "We have a lot to talk about, huh?"
"Yeah," Mike sighed. "But let's do that when the sun's up."
And so, they retreated into the house, hoping to get a little bit more sleep before another info dump. And this whole event would mark the first steps in a long journey ahead of them…
AN: Eyyyyy… What the hell am I doing here?
So, about a month ago, a video documentary showed up in my YouTube recommendations, so I decided to watch it since I had nothing to do. It was about a certain talent company running into some hot water recently. And when I say running into, I mean, the motherfuckers drove right into oncoming traffic, ran over a bunch of pedestrians, crashed into a daycare, and blamed everyone else for their braindead actions. Like seriously, I could not grasp how utterly fucking stupid they were. Literally everything they did wrong, how the fuck did they even achieve that?! Oh my God! They should be in the top ten of 2024's biggest fuckups, lmao.
Anyway, I ended up diving deeper into the V-Tuber rabbit hole after that. I eventually stumbled upon a video featuring Hololive and decided to watch it. It was downhill from there… All Paths leads to Hololive…
I've known about V-Tubers for a long time and I've been familiar with Hololive too. They're really huge, lol. I keep seeing their collabs, especially in World of Warships where there was an event where you could get unique ship commanders with the voices of the talents. However, I only got truly invested very recently. So, I kept going deeper until I arrived in the realm of fanfiction right up to this moment.
The fanfiction realm is not insanely huge, but a good chunk of it is just smut lol. There's also like only a handful of stories that feature themes like this too. The story I've liked the most so far is Living with A Bunch of Myths by Leonard E. Claire on fanfiction. net. It's the one that gave me an idea to write (go check it out, it's pretty neat.) This whole first chapter is actually the first three of that one, lol. However, it updates slowly and I'm impatient. So, now I'm once again writing out of spite to introduce themes I like into fandom while also keeping myself entertained.
However, this is when it gets kinda complicated. Unlike all my other stories, these aren't fictional characters, not completely at least. Behind that gorgeous 2D anime girl with a crazy lore is a living, breathing human being. So, it's kinda weird to write considering I'm kind of writing about real people in some way. And that is just plain weird. However, I can get around it by simply writing their personas and that's what everyone's been doing too. So it shouldn't be too much of a problem.
I do have an idea for a plot featuring the real people behind the persona tucked away somewhere…
This is only the first chapter, so things will still change, but I'm going for the secret society-type setting in the future. I'm combining elements from Hellboy, SCP, Godzilla's Monarch, Marvel's S.H.I.E.L.D., and a bunch of other things while also giving it my own touch so it's not so dark and dreary. Yes, fate of the world and all that jazz, but I want some lighthearted moments too. I'll also be stealing from other stories too, lololol.
Romance? Most likely yeah, but I'm going with OC x Talent. If you want Yuri, there are 300 Yuri fics right next door. But as I've stated, it's complicated and weird, so I'm still thinking about it. However, I've already teased who the main girl would be if that was the case.
Anyway, this AN has gotten long, so I'll be cutting it here. Thank you for taking the time to read my first Hololive story! If you have any ideas you'd like to share or any comments, please leave a review. I really love reviews, it helps me a lot.
Once again, thank you so much for reading and I'll see you all in the next one. Peace out!
The Black Rainbow shows its true colors.
The Dragon was betrayed.
The cries of a hundred thousand was mocked, it shall be their final mistake.
From the depths, She rises again.
Adorned with wings of yellow, and the will of her people, She soars freely to new heights.
Onwards, fellow Dragoons.
We shall show them what is negligible.
For the Dokibird, let's sink the yacht!
T. Marine No. 76. 69th Dragoon Raiders.