A/N: Sorry if the formatting is weird, damn issues uploading.. Will fix as I go, have to alter through the website smh..
Prologue
In the beginning, God created the world and life soon followed. Once mankind was brought to the world, however, there was never only one world. Where in one, Lilith defied God and Adam, being exiled to what would then become Hell whereas in another, Eve did not exist due to Lilith's accepting of her role as mother to humanity. This was the beginning of the vast, endless creation of the multiverse. Every choice made, and those that could be made, created a new world of its own, all running parallel to each other.
At a certain point in human history, although only God would know exactly when, the number of possible worlds exploded, new worlds diversifying even more radically than before. One world where animals evolved further than mankind, another where ninjas harnessing elemental abilities and more existed. There was even one where over 95% of the population mutated into having superpowers.
Eventually, God needed a system of some form of organization, eventually settling on a form of grouping, where several worlds that shared the same- what would later be known as- Anchor Beings that essentially connected those groups of alternate worlds together. In His ever-loving way, God created extra worlds, devoid of life. These blank slates were meant to become their own, mixed worlds created from those grouped together by their Anchor Being. For example, if an Anchor Being were to perish before God deemed acceptable, they would be brought to their corresponding blank world, which would act as a kind of afterlife for those connected most closely to the Anchor Being, who would be brought there as the other corresponding realities died out from the loss of their Anchor Being, which would become a synchronized event among that group of realities.
This is the story of how such a blank slate of a reality became its own mixed bag of a reality, cultures and ecologies blending together into one. And, the story of one such Anchor Being, who finds themselves the center of both ill tidings and a group of women who care about them to the point of constant disagreements. This is the story of the version of Earth otherwise known as the Blended Reality.
~B.R.~B.R.~
Seventeen year old Nick Negron opened his eyes knowing he was already late waking up. He knew this because of the cacophony of voices he heard outside, his ever-present entourage of close friends, all of which happened to be women he had grown up with here in the city of Crystal Springs. Here we go again. Nick thought, sighing.
He quickly got himself dressed, hurriedly applying deodorant before slinging his backpack over one shoulder, rushing towards the front door. "Seriously, stop following me to Nicky's every damn day! You're a bunch of fucking followers." Came the audibly irate voice of his closest (and childhood) friend Samira Hiralgo.
"You don't own him, either, Mira!" Nick sighed at Elizabeth Holden's tone, the two girls never seen without bickering despite being close friends.
Stepping outside, Nick whistled, which garnered the seven gathered girls' collective attention. "Morning, girls. Any chance we can spare Mrs. Yew the bickering today?" He asked, waving to the older neighbor leaning against the railing of the second story veranda of the house next door.
"Don't worry about me, Nick." Mrs. Yew called back down with a laugh. "A war for affection is a refreshing sight to see, what with the state of the world."
Nick nodded, there had been all too many headlines and news stories of death and destruction, and not enough of anything else as of late. "That's true. Have a nice day!" Nick smiled, turning to walk down the street towards where the high school was located. He turned after a few steps, not hearing any other steps following. "Are you girls coming or not?"
The group of girls rushed to catch up, a head of red hair leveling with Nick's at the front of the pack. "Morning, Nick. Check it, I saw a falcon nesting in the tree in my backyard yesterday." Said Elaine Truman, showing Nick a picture on her phone.
"Was it a giant falcon like last time?" Teased Elaine's closest friend out of the group and the jock of them, Lana Kingsley.
Elaine pouted. "Fuck off, Lana!" Nick chuckled as another one of the girls rolled her eyes while tossing her brown hair behind her head, wrapping it into a ponytail.
"I foresee a lot of turmoil in the near future." She said as Lana frowned.
"Abby, you always see turmoil in the near future. It's unavoidable to our group."
"Don't encourage her, Lana." Laughed Giselle Porter, plucking a random Sakura flower from a tree next to the street. "She does have accurate predictions most of the time."
"Yeah, and she's bomb at target practice for Archery." Chirped up the last girl of the group, Fiona Farrell.
Nick tuned out most of the girls as they all kept walking. The seven of them had all begun following around after him starting with Elizabeth after quickly becoming friends with both Nick and Samira. The others followed like a trickling river until Nick was rarely seen without at least one of the harem (as others in school had started calling their group), usually Samira. It didn't help that the seven all had their own, uniquely harem-esque roles. Samira was the possessive one, Elizabeth was the one with mean set of anger issues, Elaine was the hyperactive but brainy girl of the group. Lana was the tough one, Abby was always concerned about the future (and whether or not she could see that future had been up for debate for several years already), Giselle was the eternally calm one like the flowers she loved to study and Fiona was the one who ate when stressed, never gaining much weight if any.
All in all, the seven girls obviously had crushes on the singular man of the group, with Samira's being the only one Nick was actively aware of. Being honest, he felt the same way about them all, but he didn't want their friendship broken up if he went and decided on one to at least ask out. So, he stayed blissfully ignorant of it and lived day to day with keeping the seven of them from getting into trouble, which seemed the eight of them were all a magnet for in some way or another. As today would prove most tragic..
The group continued walking for several more blocks, the school building rising above the otherwise residential neighborhood as, suddenly, screeching could be heard. Turning around, the group saw a pickup truck speeding down the road, the tires smoking and the chassis swerving towards the teenagers. Reacting without thinking, Nick shoved the girls he could reach out of the way, they themselves bumping the remaining few out of the strike zone as the truck was now sideways, looking as if it would begin flipping over as it struck Nick with enough force to send the teen's body hurtling into the wall of the nearest house, the seven girls all staring in shock before breaking down. The last thing Nick would remember- other than dying- was the Dodge Ram icon painted onto the side of the truck.
Heaven..
God sighed. Another Anchor.. it's as if something is killing them off.. More specifically, targeting the Nicks of each reality. Those girls from the other realities already destroyed were lucky I moved their consciousnesses into limbo until their souls could reincarnate in the Blended Reality created for Nick.. their Anchor Being. He thought as he snapped his fingers, the poor teenager's soul floating into his hand. "I'm sorry, my boy. You shouldn't have been brought over Death's Door, not so early. But, hopefully you will find a better life soon enough." Waving His other hand over the soul, it shimmered before disappearing, going off to settle in its new home..
New World, the Next Day..
Nick shot up from his bed, gasping for air as he could swear he felt the force of the truck that had just struck him. But, where was he, then, if he was back in his room? Or, what seemed like his room at first glance. It was definitely the same room he'd left last, but the decor was.. a bit more odd. Like one poster for what looked like a live-action Naruto movie based off of Naruto's father Minato, the tagline reading based on a true story, watch how The Yellow Flash got his nickname. Then he realized things were very different as he saw Mrs. Yew- or who should have been Mrs. Yew- outside on her veranda as usual. Although, now the woman standing there was one Nico Robin from One Piece. Or, if not really her then someone pulling off a flawlessly realistic cosplay.
It wasn't until a little later that Nick realized that something wasn't just different, something was in fact wrong. None of the girls had shown up yet, and even on a Saturday, Samira would have been at his door by the time breakfast had been made. But he didn't dwell on that as much as he'd have liked to as the news began playing and Nick realized that not only was the Nico Robin next door real, but the entire world had become some.. strange mishmash of different video game, anime, even other media worlds. With that realization, Nick also realized he may not know what- or more like who- the girls had become, if they were also here.
Maybe this is.. a parallel reality? Was I somehow.. did that truck fucking Isekai me?! Nick found himself frustratingly thinking as he walked down the road, masking his fascination and awe at the literal lizard people who just walked past him as if it had been their routine for life. This is going to get some getting used to, but.. where are the girls? Or at least, some alternate versions of them..? He continued asking himself throughout the day, visiting every location in town- whether it had become something else or not- where the seven usually hung out at with no luck to show for it.
Nick repeated this process of aimlessly wandering about town several times, each with as little results as the first time as the days went from daylight to night and back again. It wasn't until that next Monday that Nick would realize what had happened and why he couldn't find the girls he'd known for so long already as easily as he thought he would.
Two Days Later..
Nick walked down the street, playing with subspace as he summoned the lightsaber-esque Keyblade to his hand before banishing it again. He had found, oddly enough, that he was proficient in this world with the Force as well as an affinity to the Light, although anyone who looked at his Keyblade would believe him more affiliated with Darkness or whatever its equivalent in this new world was. He was also considered part of the Dragoon job class, his surprise evident at the fact. He had a lot of potential for magic, but most spells would have to be taught from a book or other tutor present around town.
So, he walked down the street with the clear goal of making it to school as quickly as he could, his curiosity making him eager to see how schooling was different in this new world. Nick stopped walking for a moment as he felt the pulsing sensation in the air that said someone was using magic close to him. While magic was used for all manner of things in this world, only non-menial uses of magic were what would send the sensation through another magic user. Nick wouldn't have thought much else about it, if the sensation had also sent a spark of electricity- visibly- running up his arm, making Nick shake that arm at the sudden shocked sensation.
What the hell was- His thoughts were interrupted as the few people around him all parted from the center of the sidewalk, a girl with long silver hair tinged with purple, matching purple eyes and even purple lipstick- her lips upturned into a triumphant smirk- standing directly in front of him. With an exasperated sigh and definitely irritated groan, the girl stomped towards Nick with her arms crossed across her chest. "Fucking finally! Where the hell have you been hiding, my sweet little adventurer?"
The girl's voice sounded a bit too sweet to be innocent, and something about her made something click in his mind. He knew who this girl was, and yet he didn't. Not in the way he realized as he recognized the look the silvery-purple haired beauty leveled at him. This girl, according to Nick's most likely toxic amount of knowledge of anime and video games, wasn't a normal young woman. No, this was a Goddess given human form, one who could control the masses with just a look and a smile.
Somewhere in his head, Nick knew it only made sense that Samira would appear in this anime and video game-based reality in this form, especially judging by The memories that seemed to come flooding back to him, events in this world strangely mirroring the Old world quite similarly. This young woman, Samira's new identity, was.. "Freya? I could say the same about you. I've been looking for you all weekend."
Freya Miraulo smiled. "Good. I had some.. family matters to attend to at my grandparents' place. I got back last night, but I.. couldn't feel your magic anywhere."
Probably because I realized I had it only last night but started experimenting this morning.. Nick thought as the two fell in step with one another, Nick realizing Freya had a backpack slung over one of her shoulders. "I see. I'm sorry if I worried you."
"I wasn't worried," Freya defended herself just a bit too quickly. "I was just afraid one of the others might have figured a way to hide you from my awareness."
Definitely Samira, possessiveness and all. Looking at the situation, it's no wonder she became Freya.. Nick thought, nodding to Freya's words. "No, I honestly haven't seen any of you girls since before the weekend. Maybe you all wound up having shit to do?"
Freya hummed. "Maybe. Claire is usually busy chaperoning her little sister and her boyfriend on weekends, at the very least. It's no matter, I finally found you," The silvery-purple haired beauty said, looping Nick's arm with hers as they kept walking. "The others have to learn that I was here first and therefore, you're mine."
"Freya, we've talked about this," Nick said, his memories reminding him they had indeed spoken about her obsessiveness before. "None of you are more important to me than another. All seven of you are my Lights."
Freya smiled, but Nick could tell her mind wasn't entirely following with his words. "Yes, well. You're lucky my Charm magic doesn't affect you, Nicky."
"Indeed I am. I don't want to know how you'd cause chaos if you could control my actions at all." Nick replied sarcastically, Freya frowning. "It's better you can't affect me, Freya. You wouldn't be able to tell whether my feelings were genuine or not if you did."
"I know that! It doesn't mean I would if I could."
Nick laughed. "Somehow, I find that hard to believe." He shook his head, his mind still reconnecting itself with the new memories of this version of Samira as he offhandedly wondered why she had become who was essentially- and more recently confirmed as- a villain.
"You're no fun."
"Controlling your friends and peers shouldn't be considered fun, Frey."
"Semantics. Did you do the Magic Theory report?"
Ah, now she asks about school.. Wait, we have Magic Theory as a class here? Wracking his brain for an answer, he nodded after a moment. "Yeah, of course I did. Borrowed Dr. Ansem's Reports on the Heart as a basis, since he noted magic down in them as well. I was surprised that the strength of one's heart can determine how powerful someone's ability with magic is."
"Mhm. And you didn't use Claire or even Laura for help with it? They're both the closest in abilities to other Keyblade Wielders." She frowned, looking at Nick's hand.
"No, I didn't think to ask them, actually. Once we got the assignment I went to the Doctor's office to inquire about his reports. What about you? Did you just use your own magic as a basis?"
Freya nodded. "Yeah, although not my Charm magic. It seemed much simpler to use my Lightning magic instead."
"Probably was, since if you dissected your Charm magic, then anyone would know how to counter it. And while I don't like you using it, it's also one of your most powerful skills."
Freya giggled, her cheeks darkening with a blush. "At least you see that.." She trailed off, her own thoughts full of reminiscence she shouldn't have recollected at all.
Alternate Earth (Danmachi Parallel), Time and Date Unknown..
Samira was acutely aware that she was no longer in her own body, grieving over the body of Nick as the life drained from it by the second. She was also conscious of where she was, although she didn't understand how she wound up there. The world she saw through eyes that were hers yet weren't looked like something out of an intricate video game, although Samira recognized it thanks to knowing Nick for so long. Samira had somehow wound up inhabiting the body of someone who lived in the previously fictional world of the anime Danmachi, otherwise known as Is It Okay to Pick Up Girls in A Dungeon, but she couldn't tell exactly who. Not at first.
Her questions began being answered as she saw herself raise one hand, snapping her fingers as Samira became aware of a neon-like purple glow hazing the edges of her vision. Although there was no sound, it became obvious who Samira had become as dread began to settle into her mind as realization struck, the person in front of her gaining glowing eyes the same purple color before fading away, the man kneeling down as if Samira's body had taken control of it. No.. why would I.. why am I Freya?! She mentally screamed, her mind reeling at being revealed now as the actual villain of the anime itself as everything went dark.
When Samira found herself conscious in her own mind again, she realized something was very wrong with this world. Nick, she surmised, had become the hero of this anime, a boy named Bell whom Freya- the person whose body she seemed to now inhabit- was unhealthily obsessed with, to the point she had created an entirely new persona for herself just to get closer to the boy who was immune to Freya's Charm magic. The issue then was that Bell.. the Nick of this reality.. had already died in this world, or at the least disappeared without a trace. It didn't take Samira long to realize her new body and the mind that ruled it were after one thing: finding him, by any means necessary. With this new information, she watched the outside Freya literally beg Hestia- Bell's Familia Head and the only one outside of Bell that was immune to Freya's Charm magic- to help her find him, although with the treachery and chaos Freya had wrought already made the motherly goddess cast her aside like garbage. And.. maybe Freya was, Samira surmised. In her obsession, Freya single-handedly destroyed the order of their world, and it seemed the now absence of Bell was the punishment for those actions.
Samira didn't know what was happening as she watched the silent yet hostile exchange between Hestia and herself, Freya becoming angered until her rage boiled over, resulting in purple sparks rising from her skin, the scene going white as everything faded into the brightness of the void. Until she woke up, her mind now fully integrated with the Freya she had become a part of, and recognized the outside world much more now than before, since she saw her bedroom now, albeit altered with much more, realistic-seeming paraphernalia for anime and video games. She also realized that, while knowing who she had been, she knew there wasn't truly a Samira anymore, only this version of Freya.
Then the rest of her now true memories flashed through her head, causing a pounding headache as the obsessiveness of Freya shone through, the thoughts of her friends and rivals for Nick's affections coming to her. Great, I still have to share him with those six.. She thought before getting out of bed, aiming to find Nick before the others could..
And that was where she left off that morning as she went to find Nick. While her physical appearance was now Freya, for the most part, her personality was undoubtedly more Samira than anything else.
However fleeting the still-clinging memories of the old reality Samira remembered were, even now she felt them slipping away. Maybe forgetting her old life was inevitable, she couldn't possibly know. Both sides of Freya just wanted the same thing, and right now they had him.
"You sure you're alright, Freya?" Nick asked soothingly, feeling the tension beneath her skin where their arms entwined.
She looked at him, a blush evident as she fumbled with her words. "Wha..? Y-yeah, no, I'm alright. At least, I am now, Nicky.."
"It'll all work out, you'll see. I have a gut feeling about it." Nick smiled back at her, making Freya hug their arms tighter as they continued walking. I hope so..
~B.R.~B.R.~
Crystalis Nova High School, A Short While Later..
Freya was humming by the time she and Nick reached the wall that surrounded the outer entrance quad area of the high school, Nick glad for the change in her demeanor. She was different than Samira had been, but Nick could see the same mannerisms through her new appearance. Why did this happen? Was all Nick could ask himself as he saw a small blue ball of energy fly by them, colliding with a fire hydrant nearby. Upon contact, Nick noticed, the hydrant had exploded, not the ball of energy. Freya groaned as the two turned around to the obvious culprit, judging by the second energy ball formed in the hand of a girl with long black hair and a specifically-shaped five-pointed star hanging from a thin silver chain around her neck. "Arm's length, Reya." She said, smirking as she motioned as if to throw the new ball of energy.
Nick knew who this was, where she was from as far as anime went, but it was Freya who confirmed not only who this new girl was, but also who she had been before this strange new world. "Fuck off, Bambi! I had him first." Freya pouted, her eyes beginning to glow until Nick stopped her.
"We were wondering when you or the others would show up, Bambi. Come on, let's just get in the school. You girls don't have to fight over me." He said, making both girls just sort of.. fall in step with him.
"Yes, Nicky." They said in unison, making Nick chuckle. Guess some things never change. He thought as they entered the school.
Shortly after, Bambi sat at her desk, thinking back on the fading memories she still held onto that made her know this world was a second- possibly even third- chance to get what she wanted. Who she wanted..
Alternate Earth (Bleach Parallel)..
Elizabeth sort of knew where she was as she looked out of eyes she knew were her own yet.. weren't.
Bambi Lizandra grit her teeth as she clutched her side, her hand reaching out towards the orange-haired version of Nick. "N-no.. I can't let it end like this.. I can't let his Majesty kill.. him.." She tried summoning her reishi to blow up the attack sent by Yhwach but her sight faded out, even as she heard this world's Nick shout her name.
Waking up in the room she recognized as her own before being.. wherever she had been, Bambi clutched at her chest before getting dressed. She had to make sure Nick was alright, even if just for her own reassurance…
Bambi sighed. "At least Nick is alright, but.. ugh, she's my best friend but I still can't with Freya. Nick couldn't possibly choose her, not after what she did last year." She said to herself. The previous year, Freya had used her Charm magic and made zombies out of the entire school, even the other six girls she was close friends and rivals with. Bambi specifically, being her best friend of them all, was still understandably bitter about Freya's choices, whether she was under duress or not.
Cafeteria, Some Time Later..
"I said I was sorry, Bambi! You're really still that upset over my loss of control last year?" Freya said, arms crossed as she sat at the lunch table.
"You turned me into a fucking zombie, Freya! Not like Giselle's, thank everything holy but still. Your powers are too much, Freya, and even with his immunity you can't just use it all willy-nilly." Bambi half-shouted back as Nick plopped himself between the two. "Tell her, Nick!"
Nick chuckled. "I think you two need to settle this shit. You two are friends, you can't let accidents get between that. Or your affections." He said, nonchalantly taking a bite of his sandwich.
Both girls looked at him with matching, shocked expressions. Did he just..? Was the thought that ran through both of their minds as Bambi absentmindedly released a ball of reishi, a crater forming on the ground by the table as the grass exploded. "Accident or not, her powers are a total violation of people's rights. She should be sealed."
Freya pouted. "Hey! I don't use my magic like that all of the time, Bambi! That was a mistake on my part. My little brother died!"
Bambi looked at her, her eyes wide. No one knew the exact reason why Freya had gone out of control that day, no one except for the student counselor at the school. Freya revealing this made things click in Bambi's mind, memories of Freya's younger brother Fry flitting through it as she realized there had been no sign of the boy since then. Everyone had thought he'd been sent to their grandparents' so he could control his own powers better, although now it appeared that was just an excuse others put out to deal with the grief of the situation. And, Bambi figured, in an effort for Freya not to just snap again.
"Goddess, Freya.. I'm sorry.."
"We didn't realize, Freya, you know that. You yourself told us he went upstate to control his powers." Nick took Freya's hand under the table, stopping her grip from drawing blood from her thigh. "Was that what really happened?"
Freya was on the verge of crying, but both Bambi and Nick had to give her credit for not having already broken down. She nodded. "I don't want to talk about it anymore.."
"Of course, Freya. Bambi, give us a sec." Nick looked at Bambi, who frowned but got up and walked off anyway, settling herself next to another table where other friends of hers sat, Nick noticing they were all Quincies. He turned his attention to his oldest friend. "You focus on me so hard because it keeps you distracted from the grief, don't you?"
Freya nodded again. "I said I don't want to talk about it, love." She said dejectedly, sighing.
"I know, but you have to sometimes, Freya," Nick replied, squeezing her hand. "You have to get over this, or you'll never have full control over your magic. And I'd hate for one of my girls to be unable to fight at full strength, if needed."
Freya looked at him, her eyes shining. "One of your girls, huh?" She giggled. "I guess that's as good as I'm gonna get at the moment. I just.. I don't know why it still hurts so much."
"He was your younger twin brother, Freya. That kind of connection.. it never really goes away, even in grief. That's why you have to take your grief, crush it down and turn it into your own strength. Otherwise, you'll never know your full potential."
Freya visibly brightened, flashing Nick a toothy grin. "Yeah, I guess you have a point." She leaned over, kissing Nick on the cheek. "Thanks, Nicky."
"Anytime, Freya. You're my oldest friend, I have to look out for you in some way."
"As long as you fight someone for insulting me, love. I do so love when you're swinging your Keyblade around." Freya said flirtatiously, yelping as another of Bambi's little reishi bombs collided with the tree directly behind her, the ebony-haired bombshell holding her hips with her hands as she glowered at Freya.
"No lips! We fucking agreed, Freya!"
"Oh, hold your horses, you angry bitch," Freya shot back. "It wasn't that kind of kiss. Not this time. Now will you sit back down, please?"
Bambi hummed, sitting back down at the table. "I wonder where the others are?"
Nick and Freya both shook their heads. "I was wondering the same thing, Bambi. It seems we're the only two around today. I'm sure the other five will show up. We're all kind of like cockroaches when it comes to being around Nicky." The trio laughed as the bell rang for them to get to their next classes.
After School, School Dojo..
Nick panted as his Keyblade met that of Aqua Eraqus', the teenage Keyblade Master grinning at him as Nick's lightsaber/Keyblade combo hissed and thrummed from being stopped by another blade. "Had enough yet, Master?" Nick taunted the talented blue-haired mage.
Aqua smirked as she sent out a bubble spell, trapping Nick momentarily as the bubble rose from the ground. Nick popped it, however, and spun himself in the air, creating a whirling light effect with his Keyblade as Aqua blocked that strike as well. "Good, Nick. You've been practicing that one."
"Hell yeah I have. You know as well as any of the other Wielders that lightsaber maneuvers are flashy but they're some of my favorite moves to use in a fight."
"I see that." Aqua said, thrusting her Keyblade forward which made Nick do a handstand before bouncing back to his feet. "I must admit, though. You have an uncanny amount of power for one still so new to wielding a Keyblade. Almost like Sora."
"Sora is a special case among Wielders, even Riku has said that. But, like Sora, I also get my power from my.. well, my personal life." Nick laughed, glancing over to the side of the arena mats where Freya and Bambi both stood, leaning on the railing at the front of the spectator bleachers.
"Ah, I guess that would do it. Not just your friends, but connections even deeper.. Any idea which one you'll eventually wind up having to choose?" Aqua asked, banishing her Keyblade.
Nick followed suit, shaking his head. "There is no choice, Aqua. Those seven are my Lights, the keys that access my Kingdom Hearts. I could never blow one up over the others, and I don't intend to."
"Ah. You know, some of the other kids like to call you out as a womanizer for how easily you tend to control those seven and their multitude of issues, but it's easy to see you're more a concerned lover as well, especially with how you managed to stop Freya's rampage last year."
Nick shrugged. "I'm immune to her Charm magic and I'm the only one she truly listens to, usually, so I knew I had to be the one to stop her. Especially since Hestia won't bother with her these days."
"Even for cousins, those two are all too hostile towards one another. Well, I'll report to uncle Eraqus about your training, see what he thinks you should pick up next."
"Sure, sounds like a plan." Nick threw Aqua a thumbs up as the older girl turned to leave. "Oh, Aqua?" The bluenette turned back to him. "Any idea why Laura isn't at school?" While he wasn't entirely sure which girl in his memories belonged to which of the many factions a person's powers could be sourced from, he knew Laura was the girl related to the Keybladers.
"She's.. not feeling well today. I found her this morning somewhat catatonic, so uncle brought her to the hospital to make sure she was okay. I'll tell her you were worried when I get back home." Some factions, like the Keyblade Wielders, lived together to help their abilities be nurtured by others with similar power sets. Nick was the odd man out there, although it was expressed that a room at their castle-like manor was practically reserved for him if he so chose.
"Sure, thanks. See you tomorrow, Aqua." Nick said, turning to the other two girls. "Come on, Freya, Bambi. Let's get ourselves home." Nodding, the two fell in step as they all left the grounds of the school.
A/N: And thus begins a new story, one which I think might just work out a bit better than my other high school setting Isekai tales. Two of the seven have been revealed fully, with the third named for their proper inclusion starting from the next chapter. I think I'm going to start this story off by introducing the other five girls one by one person chapter, maybe two in one so I can fit the seven being around by the time this in-universe school week concludes. At that point, the villain will at least be hinted at if not revealed by name, not sure yet how I want to do that, or even what the conflict of the story should be as of yet. Thankfully I have time before getting to that.
Next Time: Laura of the Keybladers makes her appearance and more.