A/N Sleepover!
Alt title: aww, that's adorable.
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Real quick, Story time!
So, I speak three different languages. English, Spanish, and German. I'm not fluent in German or Spanish. But still.
I will speak in another language just to keep customers from talking to me while I work. Well, I did that the other night. In German I said "Sorry sir, I don't speak English." he said, in English. "Ah, that's good." then said in German "You only speak basic phrases, don't you?"
I just stood there, dumbstruck and thinking, 'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!'
I couldn't even be upset. It was like losing a game of chess in four moves. You want to be mad at losing so badly, but you're just too busy wondering how.
The guy seemed more amused than anything.
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I thought about doing the entire sleepover in Missy's POV. But then realized it'd be funnier if I kept switching it to show what Kitsu and others are thinking about Missy's behavior.
She currently has a crush on Kitsu that's as bad, if not worse, than her crush on Dean. Because unlike Dean, she knows she doesn't really have a chance. Whereas there's a possibility with Kitsu.
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DancingLeaf: Thanks! As stated at the end of the last chapter. I relate greatly to Rachel. I even have four dogs of my own. I cannot read people. And sarcasm flies over my head. So I just self insert. It honestly upsets me how many authors just write her off as an aggressive brute when even WildBow showed there was so much more to her.
The whole thing with Reiko is something that just POPPED into my head. And I honestly love how it turned out.
One of the themes of this story is that life is chaotic. That is embodied in both the character Kitsu herself, and the setting. A common trope you'll notice I put in is characters making plans, and those plans not going as intended. And it's not just Kitsu. Carol intended to find a reason to get rid of Kitsu, but changed her mind. Skidmark planned a heist on the hospital to get ahold of all the drugs they had, and got killed by the cape who made the plan possible. Vicky, nuff said.
Casanova5424: Snowflame's in other works? I only know he exists from a top 10 nerd video.
Gogmazios: you're welcome.
RadChaos897: HOLY FUCKING CRAP! D:
I hope you understand, but I CANNOT respond to half of that. Not that I'm upset. But one of the things you mentioned is a MASSIVE spoiler. And rather than lie and have some comment gremlin down the line go "BuT yOu SaId" I'll just not respond to the guesses. Sorry I hate do that. :(
The part with Amy is that she's not against body modification. She's against using her own power to modify bodies because of how tempting it is for her to just go wild. When she was first introduced she explicitly stated that she fixed the E88 victim to be better than they were before,. She allowed herself that because it was still "healing" but the core issue here is that she doesn't trust herself to not go overboard, it's why she won't do brains. It's soooo easy to manipulate them into being different. So she abstains altogether.
Also, Kitsu could replicate damn near any power that's not a thinker, tinker, master, or portal based.
Chenkenmeier: You have introduced me to the hilarity that is Hugbees. And for that I thank you.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or any other characters in this work, other than my OC. All other characters belong to their respective properties.
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-Friday April 9th, 9:47am-
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Kitsu POV
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So, the teacher at least noticed Chris was doing better when paired with me, that's good.
Although.
"So could you make others into animal human hybrids? Like if you could give someone the abilities of the bombardier beetle-"
Yeah.
He lasted about five minutes.
'Though he does have a point.' I think to myself.
Of course I've thought of giving people animal traits. Unlike me, anything done to others, stays. So I could totally give someone cat ears and a tail. I'd just copy the schematics for it from my own body, and then copy paste it.
NOT THE POINT!
"Chris." I say sweetly.
"Uh, yeah?"
"Time and place."
He blushes and goes back to his worksheet
Though, I'm reminded of something rather important to me.
"Hmm, real quick. Have you discovered your specialty yet?" I ask.
His eyes widen and he tenses for a few seconds before relaxing.
"No." He says curtly.
"I'll tell you what it is, if you want." I say simply.
He dropped his pencil.
He looks to me and blinks a few times before taking in a breath.
"How would you know that?" He asks quietly.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I say and stick out my tongue at him.
He's quiet for a long moment. Before he starts again.
"Yes." He says simply.
"First I want you to make me something." I say.
He furrows his brow, likely in agitation.
"I literally cannot. The PRT's guidelines prevent me offering my tech to outside individuals." He says softly.
I just take another paper and continue rewriting the problems for him.
"Hey, hey. Aren't you gonna say anything?" He asks.
"You heard my terms. One item. That's all I ask. Talk to Collin about it." I say simply.
He tenses at my casual mention of Armsmasters name.
"Heck, you could be as versatile as Hero was. And if you and Armsmaster worked together? You'd be a force to reckon with." I say, dropping Hero's name as I know he models himself after him.
"I'll, talk to him when I get the chance." He says tentatively.
"Good! Now, do the square problem." I say and force the sheet to him.
I wrote over the labels and put shapes to keep him from getting confused.
The rest of chem class went as followed. I almost slapped him when he started daydreaming and went to pet my tail. But other than that, nothing else of note happened.
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Art class saw me draw Cu Chulainn from Fate/Stay night. That character really deserved better than what the anime gave him. His legend is epic! And it's a shame there aren't as many inspirations of him like there are for other characters like Hercules and Son Wukong.
Plus he's hot! Though just about all the fate characters are.
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I went straight home again. I have a valid reason this time! I forgot my lunch. And I really can't wait till four! My first sleepover! I can barely contain my excitement!
I stopped by the store to grab a few things with the money I took from the empire goon yesterday.
A children's make up kit, a bracelet making kit. And a couple of coloring books and a pack of colored pencils.
As well as clear adhesive and glue remover. But that's unrelated and for later.
I open the door to an empty living room. I don't hear anything. And the car is still here.
I take a deep sniff. They're still here. Making my way through the house I notice they're still in their room. I can hear them sleeping softly, and the smell lets me know nothing dirty happened. So I open the door and peek in.
Carol and Mark are there. The slight smell of coffee from Mark, as well as the smell of their shampoo, let me know they got up. So they're probably just taking a nap.
Carol is on her side facing away from Mark while using his right arm as a pillow. And Mark is on his back leaning slightly towards Carol.
'Would Carol be upset if I joined?' I think anxiously.
They look so peaceful and content. I want to be apart of that.
'Screw it. Better to ask forgiveness than permission.'
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-3pm-
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Mark "Flashbang" Dallon POV
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Waking up with a numb arm. I look over to Carol, she had rolled over and is now facing me. I stay there and take in her beauty. Her normal scowl absent as she sleeps.
I'd say she's as beautiful as the day we first met, but that would be a lie. No, to me, the years have only added to her beauty. Because those years were spent together.
I chuckle to myself. Knowing that if she heard me actually say that, she'd probably smack my shoulder for being 'A cheesy fuck.' All while hiding a smile.
I move hand a to push the few strands of hair out of her face.
Wait a minute.
'That's not hair.'
Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I see that it's an ear, a fox ear to be exact.
Looking down, I see that Kitsu had at some point snuck herself between us and I feel her small arms hugging herself to me. Only her ears are poking out of the covers, and I lift the blanket to see the little girl fast asleep, her tail is draped over Carols hips.
I wish I had a camera.
Leaning over to the side, I look behind me towards the digital clock on the nightstand.
Just past three.
Leaning back over I tap Carol on the shoulder.
"Hrrmmm." She moans sleepily. "What time is it?"
"Just past three. Look down." I say.
She cracks her eyes open, looks down, blinks a few times.
Sitting up quickly, she tosses the blanket off to reveal the blonde fox.
Now seeing her entirely, I see that her tail is wrapped around Carols leg rather than draped over her hip.
Now returning to her usual scowl, she tries to pull her leg free. Only to succeed in pulling me over and I have to stop from rolling onto Kitsu.
She has me in a bear hug, and Carols leg wrapped up with her tail. Connecting the three of us. I try and gently pull her off me. Only for her hug me tighter and grumble in her sleep.
'Carol wasn't kidding about the death grip thing.' I idly note.
"I'm not doing this. Kitsu! Get up!" Carol raises her voice.
"Mmmrmmm." She groans.
Just as she's about to open her eyes, Carol covers them with her hand.
"Why are you-?"
"Bright lights hurt her eyes when she first wakes up. Kitsu! Get up now! You have twenty seconds to explain why you're here before you're grounded." Carol says, clearly upset.
Carol is a very untrusting person. And sneaking into our room while we're asleep is a BIG no-no.
Kitsu looks up from under Carols hands. Blinks a few times as her eyes adjust. And looks Carol in the eye. Ears down, she answers.
"Seeing you two napping together made me lonely. I wanted to feel included." She says apologetically.
'God damn that hurts.' I think as I feel a pang in my chest at the wholesome remark.
I look to Carol who, for the briefest moment, looks sad. Before going back to her stern demeanor.
"No radio for a week." She says.
"What?!" Kitsus' voice cracks.
"I was going to cancel your sleepover. I can still do that and you can keep your radio." Carol suggests.
Kitsu slumps forward and plops onto the covers.
"Fine." Kitsu says.
"Now get out, I need to get dressed, and you need to as well for your when Missy gets here." Carol says.
"Can't I just wear this?" Kitsu asks, moving her head to the side.
"Kitsu, a sleepover is done in sleepwear. Do you intend to sleep in that?" Carol asks.
A few seconds pass where nothing happens, and just when I was about to say something. Kitsu disappears in a gust of wind. The door slamming shut behind her.
"God, she makes it so hard to be mad at her sometimes." Carol groans. Hands massaging her face.
I sit up and scoot over. Wrapping an arm around her in a side hug. She looks to me and sets her head on my shoulder.
"You could've just, let it slide?" I suggest.
"She knows she's not allowed in here without our permission. Boundaries have to be set Mark." She says.
"I know." I say. "She took the grounding well at least."
"Maybe, I'm expecting her to hide the radio." She says dismissively.
'It's what Vicky used to do.' Is what went unsaid.
She would always hide the things she was grounded from so that we wouldn't take them.
I say nothing else and just sit here, holding my wife comfortingly.
"Should I order out?" I ask after a few seconds.
"Why? We have food, I can just cook something." She says.
"If you want to." I say.
I, never have the heart to tell her she's not the best cook.
*Knock**Knock*
I'm pulled from my thoughts as I hear a knock on our door.
"It's open!" Carol shouts.
There's only two people it could be.
The door opens slightly and Kitsu peeks an eye past, ears down she sets puts her radio down next to the door. Then disappears back behind and closes it.
Well.
"Not a word." Carol says.
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-3:56pm-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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This is it!
My mom's pulling up to the driveway now I've got my bag with my pj's and a spare set of clothes for tomorrow. My phone and charger. Tooth brush and paste. Sleeping bag.
'Okay, calm down. It's just an innocent, friendly sleepover between friends.' I think to myself.
"Alright, hop out. I'll see you Monday." My mom says impatiently.
"You mean tomorrow night?" I ask.
She turns to me with a frustrated look.
"You patrol tomorrow night. Your father has you on Sunday." She says in a controlling tone.
"Mom, I swapped shifts. Aegis is patrolling tomorrow night." I remind her.
She huffs and turns back to the wheel.
"Ruin my plans why don't you." She says under her breath. "I don't have time for this. Just, find something to do tomorrow."
Opening the door and stepping out, I don't get five steps before she reverses out of the driveway.
'She's probably hooking up with uncle Justin again.' I think in both annoyance and sadness.
Uncle Justin is a good guy, really! It's just he and his brother, my dad, absolutely hate each other. And will do anything to get at each other.
Including sleeping with my mom.
Turning my thoughts from my shitty family, and to the sleepover I'm about have with an adorable, excitable, cute-
'Stop it!' I mentally yell at myself as I reach the door.
I go to knock, only for the door to swing open and I get glomped by the ball of energy.
"Missy! Come in! We got movies and snacks and games and coloring books and I got a make up kit and extra sheets to make a fort and-!"
"Kitsu, move aside and let her in." I hear Brandish, I mean Carol, say.
"Oh! Sorry!"
She steps back and I get a good look at her. Messy, feathered blonde hair that reaches just past her chin. Wide open smile with those cute fang tips poking through. Those gorgeous eyes that glow in the dark.
She's in nothing but a baggy white t-shirt with pink bubble letters spelling out 'Woke Up This Cute'.
And I feel my face heat up at the sight of her flawless bare legs and cute dainty feet.
"Where is your mother?" Carol asks, folding her arms under her chest.
'Now that I think about it. They look like mother and daughter.' I think to myself at seeing them side to side.
Same skin tone, same eye shape, same jawline, same cheeks. The only real difference is that Kitsus' eye's are blue green, while Carols are blue. That and Carol has an oval face while Kitsu has a more rounded face. And Kitsu has fuller lips.
"She already left." I say with resignation.
"So, she just dropped her kid off at a strangers house without meeting the people she's staying with?" She says with no small amount of disbelief and accusation.
I just nod my head. Not really wanting to think about it. And the clear implications it leaves about my mother and her feelings towards me.
Carol glares for a second and goes to say something. But Kitsu tugs on her pant leg, she leans down and Kitsu whispers something into her ear.
There's a bit a pause, but I see Carol go from glaring, to a brow raised, to surprise before she goes back RBF.
"Alright, well come in. I'm not paying to air condition the yard." She says and turns to sit on the couch. Crossing a leg over her knee and leaning on the arm.
I sheepishly do so as I realize I've been standing in the doorway this whole time.
Closing the door behind me, I look around, it's a decent living room. Sky blue walls. Light brown carpet. Framed pictures on the walls. They have a large flat screen on a wide wooden TV stand with clear glass doors under it to reveal the storage for dvd's and such. Past it is an archway leading to a hallway.
There's a nice wooden coffee table in the middle of the room and on the right there's the brown three seat couch Carol's sat with a wooden end table on either side. Just past her is a recliner with a tall lamp next to it in the corner.
Looking around I see there's a wooden cabinet on my right, against the wall the door is on.
As I'm looking around, Kitsu walks up hugs me. Then rubs the side of her face into my neck.
'Oh god, so close!' I think in mild panic and excitement.
I can smell her shampoo on her! Her tail is doing that adorable thing where it's wagging so hard that it's making her shake! And my stomach is doing that fluttery thing that makes me want to squeeze her.
"Kitsu, you're going to smother her." Carol says.
Kitsu lets go and whooshes over to Carol, she's on her knees on the couch and hugs her shoulders. Nuzzling her face against her.
'No! Come back!' I mentally whine to myself.
"I can't help it! It's my first sleepover! With my first girl friend! And my first friend that's my age! Do you know how many firsts that is!" She squeals in that beautifully cute voice of hers.
Her tail is still up and wagging like crazy. Giving me a good view of her cute little bubble butt and showing that she's wearing white hotpants under the oversized shirt.
I'm half paying attention to what they're saying. Half trying not to stare.
'It's just so cute! The way her tail is making her butt wiggle!' I agonize.
"Um, where do I put my stuff?" I say, both distracting myself and asking a genuine question.
"You can set it in my room!" Kitsu says and hops off the couch, running over to me she grabs my hand and pulls me into the hall.
Her hand is warm and soft.
"Kitsu, your door stays open while Missy is here, got it?" Carol says.
"Kay!"
She takes me down the hall, and her room is the first door on the right. Her room is the only one with lights off it seems. I've noticed that every light is on in the house. It's four in the afternoon and it's April. Why are all the lights on?
Also, her room is gorgeous. The walls look purple with the blue LED lights up top, there are stars everywhere, in front of her bed is a large, fluffy galaxy rug. Other than that that it's hardwood.
There's that plushy I have on my home screen.
Her window is covered by a blackout curtain, and to the right next to her dresser is a closet.
"You can set your things next to my dresser, or in the closet. Either or." She says with a shrug.
I go ahead and take the opportunity to see inside her closet.
Don't judge me! She gave me permission!
I open it and am left astonished at how full it is. I even see the sides of that blue shark hoodie!
"Wait, you really have all those outfits from your PHO posts?" I ask in surprise.
"You saw those?!" She says happily.
'Crap!'
"Uh, I mean. It was on my feed and I didn't know it was you until I clicked it. And I just saw all the others because they were linked and well." I try and deflect.
My heart is beating and sinking like crazy! I'm in her room, basically alone with her. And she's right behind me and I just might have revealed I was social media stalking her.
"If I showed up on your feed that means you like dressing up too right?" She asks excitedly.
'Not really.'
"Kinda? I just, never really got the chance." I say, setting my bag down and turning to her. Grateful for the out she just gave me.
"Well, we have similar sizes. You're a bit taller though. You can try on some of the baggier stuff!" She suggests happily.
'Stop it! Please!' I want to cry at how sweet that is. I can feel my stomach twisting and my chest tightening just being around her. Is this what they mean by being lovesick? Because I feel sick.
"Um, if that's okay with you." I say uncertainly.
"Oh! You like purple right? How about this?" She rushes over to a clothes basket at the end of her bed. And pulls out a black and purple jacket.
'That is amazing! She remembered my favorite color!I want one. Would it be weird to have us matching?' I think rapidly.
She rushes back over and hands it to me.
I hold it up and take it in. It's just so cool! It's got a purple hood, with strings that look like charging connectors. A purple hem with a black stripe on the bottom and at the end of the sleeves. Circular pockets with purple Velcro tops and light blue circles. The zipper handle looks like a black disk with a purple power symbol. And finally the zipper is light blue plastic.
"Where did you get this? I want one!" I ask. Marveling at the design.
She gives a small, awkward chuckle.
"I uh, that's custom made. By Parian. My design." She says looking to the floor with a shy smile.
'She designs clothes?!' I think in astonisment.
Looking at it I go ahead and swing it on. It's a little baggy on me. But other than that, it's a perfect fit.
"You two done?"
I flinch and look behind me to see Carol leaning on the doorway.
"Carol!" Kitsu says and hugs me from the side. "Doesn't she look cute in this!"
'Cute!?' I feel my face heat up at the contact as well as the compliment.
"Sure" She says dismissively. "What movie do you girls wanna watch?"
"Bedtime stories!" Kitsu says excitedly. Still hugging me as her tail wags.
"Alright, I'll put it in, and you can watch that while I make dinner." Carol says, pushing off the door.
"No." Kitsu says with a pout.
"Excuse me?" Carol asks with a glare.
"Your cooking sucks!" Kitsu says.
"It's good enough for everyone else. Besides, I don't see you cooking, so don't judge." Carol defends. Crossing her arms and glaring down at her.
"It's not good enough for a guest! And besides, I bet I could cook better!" Kitsu says defiantly and gives me a loving squeeze.
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Kitsu POV
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Rummaging through the cabinets I think about what to make. So far, I'm thinking steak with mashed potatoes and a side of canned fruit and asparagus. I wanted to make fried rice and eggs, but there's no soy sauce! And anything else will take too long.
We only have four steaks. So, me, Missy, Mark and Carol.
'I'm not having my first sleepover ruined by Carols bad cooking!'
Pulling a chair over so can reach the stove. I enhance the temperature of my hands to thaw out the steak faster. Cooking the steak and the instant potatoes.
I'd rather not use instant, but beggars can't be choosers.
I add sliced mushrooms to the steak, and shredded cheese to the potatoes. The asparagus can just be tossed in the microwave with some butter. I add some diced onions to the steak as well as chicago steak seasoning.
Oh, I should probably mention that aside from thawing the steak. I haven't touched a single thing. I've been using my illusions to do everything, all, sleeping beauty fairy magic style.
"This feels like cheating." Carol says.
"Don't distract me. I need to picture what I want for my illusions to form. I lose that image and my illusion disappears." I say seriously. "Besides. I'm doing this to save time. What were you going to make anyway?"
"Spaghetti, I was going to boil the noodles while you were watching the movie." She says curtly.
She's not happy.
Missy is here watching silently. She's still wearing the jacket, and the sound of her occasional sniffing tells me the food smells good.
I hear Vicky's door open, and then her walking in.
"What smells goooo- what the fuck?" She pauses, likely witnessing what can only be described as a scene straight out of a Disney fil. "Oh, hey little V, what're you doing here? And why are you wearing Kitsus' jacket?"
"Uh, sleepover? And Kitsu let me try it on?" She says softly.
I'm not looking as I need to keep my attention on the food. And what I'm learning is that outside of costume and before Leviathan, Missy was a generally quiet girl. And is adorably awkward. Probably a result of having an unstable home life. She spends so much time as Vista that Missy is an afterthought. Like how Batman doesn't think of himself as Bruce Wayne and instead sees his civilian identity as a mask to hide his real persona.
"Sleepover? Why haven't I heard of this?! I could've invited my friends!" Vicky complains.
"How? You're still grounded till next week." Carol says.
'Flip the steak.'
"What happened?" I hear Missy ask.
'Add the seasoning.'
"Noth-" Vicky starts before I cut her off.
"She snuck Dean in for happy fun times and got caught." I say teasingly.
'Chop the onions.'
"Kitsu knock it off." Carol says.
"Kay, where's Mark? How does he like his steak?" I ask, I'm almost done. Just one steak left.
'Stir the taters!' I think in a pirate voice.
I'm getting bored.
"Mark is in our room." Carol says plainly.
I can hear everyone moving around in little ways. But I need to keep my focus on this.
"Vicky, can you go get him?" I ask.
"Yeah yeah." She says and I hear her fly off.
"No flying in the house!" Carol yells.
After a bit, the plates are set and I usual illusionary Disney gloves to prepare the asparagus and put it in the microwave.
I hear Mark and Vicky walk down the hall and enter the kitchen. Mark stops and Vicky continues to go sit down.
"Okay then, not sure what to say here." He says.
"Say what kind of steak you like." I say.
"Well done." He says.
'The heathen!' I think in disgust.
"You're getting medium rare."
"Why would you ask if-"
"Because I didn't expect you to give the worst answer!"
"I'm warning you now. Those two tend to share a brain cell." Carol whispers to Missy.
"I heard that!" I say.
"Am I wrong?" Carol says questioningly.
I say nothing.
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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She cooks!
It's really good too!
'She cooked a meal, just for me! Well, and three others. But I was the reason she cooked in the first place!' I think to myself.
"Well? What'd you think~?" She asks in a sing song voice.
Sitting there across from me. Bright eyed, smiling, and tail swaying gently.
"Where did you learn to cook?" Carol asks.
"When you live alone for five years, you have two options. Learn not to be picky. Or learn to make anything taste good." She says simply.
'That's right! She was a homeless orphan, until very recently.' I realize somberly.
I'm not, what. How do I respond to that? Congratulate her on overcoming hardships?
"Well, the food is great. If being a singer doesn't work out, you could become a chef?" Mark says.
'Wait, she can sing?' I think to myself.
"Mmm, nah. Do you have any idea how that would kill my sense of smell?" She says.
Mark shrugs before giving a small nod of agreement.
"Where's your food?" Vicky asks, having finished her steak.
"There were only four steaks. So I figured I'd just eat the potatoes and fruit that were left." She shrugs.
'Stop being perfect. Please.' I think to myself at her show of kindness. Still eating the food she made for me.
At this rate it's going to be Dean all over again! Where I just melt under his attention. Only with him, I know I don't have a chance. This time I have a chance!
Maybe.
I still haven't figured out if she was serious about what she said at the mall and whether or not she really likes girls.
"Well?" Kitsu asks.
"Huh? What?"
'Damn it I zoned out again!'
"Do you like it?" She asks.
"Oh, uh. Yeah, it's really good." I say awkwardly.
"That's two out of four! Mark, who's cooking is better. Mine or Carols?"
I look to him, he has a flat look before saying in a robotic tone.
"As per the legal agreement between me and my wife. I am legally required to say her food is better."
Carol slaps his shoulder.
"What? I said you're better!" He complains.
Carol just rolls her eyes.
"Um, you can have half my steak. Since you didn't get any." I offer.
She looks to me with those bright eyes and just smiles.
"That's fine. Besides. I get all the mushrooms left in the pan!" She says excitedly.
My heart does that fluttery thing again at her tone of excitement.
'I can't. I just can't.' I think to myself. 'I want to be friends. But I just keep falling apart around you!'
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Carol "Brandish" Dallon POV
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I'm not that upset that she's a better cook. I never had time to learn, what with getting kidnapped, then hero work, then Vicky, then law school. So it'd be rather pretentious of me to get upset at someone being better at something I never cared to learn.
I just don't like her taking over my kitchen.
"Alright, well. Kitsu, clean up everything you got out while I put a movie in and get a few games out." I say and stand up.
I feel a quick breeze and hear a bunch of clattering. Looking up I see that Kitsu already had most of everything done. And was now washing the dishes at a rapid pace.
"Of course." I think out loud.
"She cleans too?" I hear Missy whisper to herself.
I head to the living room and open the dvd case under the TV.
'How has Kitsu not noticed that her "friend" has been giving her goo goo eyes this entire time?' I think to myself as I find the Adam Sandler movie she wanted.
Hell, I caught her starring at Kitsus' butt twice now. At first I thought she was starring at her tail. At which point I was going to call her out. Kitsu gets enough unwanted attention due to her unusual features.
But then I notice her eyes kept going to her legs as well. And she keeps blanking out anytime Kitsu looks her in the eye.
This girl has a crush on Kitsu. And Kitsu is either pretending not to notice. Or is completely oblivious.
If it's the former, then I'll need to have a very serious talk with her about playing with others' emotions. If it's the latter? Well, that's both funny and sad.
"Where is the remote?" I say to myself.
"Maybe it's in the cushions?" I hear behind me,
Looking back, I see it's Missy. Still in Kitsus' jacket over her white sundress.
"Hmm, maybe, can you check for me?" I ask.
"Sure thing."
After another minute of not finding it in the cabinets under the TV, I hear Missy's voice again.
"Is this the right one?"
Looking back again, I almost freak at the way the couch is bent and warped. The arms are spread out and the cushions are shrunk. The back is stretched and bent back. Making it look like Salvador Dali took up sculpting rather than painting.
"I'm sorry, what?" I say in astonishment.
"Huh? Oh! I just used my power to look in the couch. Rather than rummage around aimlessly. Don't worry. It'll reverse itself." She says.
True to her word, it starts to slowly bend back to its normal shape.
"Okay, I don't mind powers in the house. But warn me next time." I say and get up to take the remote.
The only reason Vicky isn't allowed to fly indoors is because she has a bad habit of not paying attention and knocking things over.
I take the offered item and out of reflex I reach my hand down to scratch her head.
I stop myself as she backs up and gives me a wide eyed, weirded out look.
"Uh" She says numbly.
I feel my face flush at the little faux pau.
"Sorry, habit. Kitsu usually demands ears scratches anytime she does something good so. Sorry." I explain awkwardly.
"Oh, that's okay then. So, Kitsu likes having her ears scratched?" She asks with a blush. Completely side stepping the issue to focus on the part about Kitsu.
'Oh yeah. She's got a crush.' I think to myself.
I'm feeling an odd mix of amusement and defensiveness right now. On the one hand. The whole situation is honestly cute. On the other, I'm not sure. I don't want another Dennis situation where something happens that leaves Kitsu depressed for several days.
"Yeah, according to her it feels heavenly." I inform her.
That, and I'm not sure if Kitsu is ready for that kind of relationship.
I'll just have to wait and see.
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Kitsu POV
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Having finished cleaning up and convincing, forcing, Mark to join us. I'm in the living room. The Coffee table is extendable, so I set that up and used a bunch of spare pillows and blankets to make a little blanket fort in front of the TV. Though the blanket doesn't cover the whole coffee table, so the back is open for Mark and Carol to see us. So it's less of a fort and more of a tunnel.
I'm using illusions to hold up the blanket. I'm treating this as a sort of training to divide my attention and hopefully eliminate one of my weaknesses.
Missy is next to me, still in my jacket. I'm thinking about letting her keep it. She clearly likes it more than me and I can get another one easily if I really want.
We're at the part in the movie were they're talking about the cake.
"That's disgusting." Missy says with a little laugh.
"Eh, I've had worse." I say honestly.
"What's worse than a cake made of grass?" She asks.
"Just the other day she ate a handful of dandelions." Carol says behind me.
"Huh?" Missy asks. Looking at me in surprise.
"Dandelions are edible!" I defend.
"Is that why you threw up?" Carol retorts.
"That was because I made them purple!" I say looking back to her.
Only to have the blanket fall as I lose my concentration.
"Aah!" Missy squeals.
"Sorry!" I say and use my illusions to put it back up.
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-Undersiders hideout, 6:30pm-
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Reiko "Poltergeist" Yanagi POV
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Cleaning Alec's room while he watches TV. I can't help but feel loved and safe.
He's moving me. Controlling my every action. And unlike my father, he doesn't make me do anything I wouldn't want to do. Because he understands what I feel, better than anyone else. He can literally feel what I do!
Unlike those men my father threw me towards, he doesn't force me do anything dirty for his amusement. No, making me shower so he can peer at me through my own eyes. No stripping for him. No drugs to get me to listen better. The worst he's done is make me take a video of myself doing a silly voice. And that was weeks ago when he first took control of me.
I feel his control slip a little as he laughs at something on the TV. That always makes me a little upset. Because it means his attention isn't on me.
"Ah, oh. Sorry 'bout that Rei." He says and resumes full control.
He never lets it slip for long. He always returns his attention on me. Letting me know that, in his own way. He loves me and is looking out for me.
At this point I wouldn't mind him making me do something a little dirty for his enjoyment. Like, wearing clothes that show a bit more skin. Like shorts instead of pants. Or a crop top instead of a tee. Little things.
But he would never. He's too kind, he wouldn't do that without my permission. And I'm too scared say anything.
After I finish up. I feel his control slip entirely. Looking over I see he stands up and pops his back.
"I'm going to bed, you can go on and do whatever." He says.
"Oh, um. Okay." I say disappointed.
I leave his room and stay outside it for a bit. Starring at the door I just closed.
'Wait, he said I could do whatever. Was he inviting me to his bed?!' I think with a blush.
"He was not."
I jump slightly and turn to our resident Thinker. Lisa is leaning on the wall, giving her typical vulpine grin.
"Um, I don't know what you're talking about." I say awkwardly. Hoping she gets the hint.
She loses her smile in exchange for a questioning glare.
"Tell me Rei, what would you do if Alec left?" She asks.
'huh?'
"What do you mean?" I ask, hoping for clarification.
"If he left, as in, left the team." She asks.
'I'd leave with him.' I think without hesitation.
"I'd ask him to stay." I answer.
"And if he died or was killed?"
'I'd kill myself.' I think solemnly.
"I'd be sad, probably look for revenge. But, I don't want to talk about this. Can we talk about something else?" I ask.
She stares for a long second before shrugging.
"Sure. How about we play a card game? I'm thinking skip-bo."
'You just use your power to cheat.' I say to myself.
"No, you always win card games."
She taps a finger to her chin.
"Hmm, how about. Halo?" She suggests.
Alec likes that game. And I haven't learned it yet.
"Um, sure. Though I haven't learned it yet." I say.
She regains her usual smirk, pushes off the wall and walks over to the main TV.
"That's fine. Neither have I."
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-Dallon house, 7pm-
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Kitsu POV
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The coffee table fort/tunnel has been disassembled. And we're all sitting around said table. Mark and Carol on the couch, me and Missy on the floor.
"Do you vote?" Carol asks.
"I'm not old enough." I answer.
"I can't" Missy says.
"I have before." Mark answers.
We're play yes or no. A card game where we are asked questions, and have to answer within a minute without saying, yes, or no.
We're play that if you fail, that's a point. First to ten points loses.
"Alright, Mark. It's your turn." Carol says.
He grabs a card off the pile and reads it.
"Pfft, have you ever worn the same underwear two days in a row."
"No!" Missy says immediately.
"Not because I wanted to." Carol says after a few seconds.
"I prefer commando." I say shamelessly.
Carol rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything. Instead she looks to the loser of the round.
Missy is blushing, likely from blurting out her answer without thinking.
I lean on her and nuzzle her shoulder in comfort.
"It's fine. That's only one point for you. Still better than Marks three!" I say, hoping to cheer her up.
"Um, yeah. I can still not lose." She says awkwardly.
"Not my fault this game is rigged." Mark says under his breath.
"You just need to get good!" I say and push of of Missy.
"How am I supposed to win when I'm up against someone who can think faster than a car can drive, and a woman whose job is literally to talk circles around people?" He complains dramatically. Though you can tell he's not really upset.
I opt not to tell him I'm playing powerless.
Carol slaps his shoulder with a frown.
"Abuse! I doth been assaulted in mine own dwelling! By my own wife! I needeth a lawyer!" He says and falls over the arm of his couch. "Do you still have Alan's number?" He says with that smug grin of his.
"Moving on! It's my turn." I say and draw a card.
(Do you have any pets?)
I put that one back and grab another. Not wanting to bring the topic up with Missy.
"Hey, you can't do that!" Mark says.
"That card was not appropriate." I say and leave it at that.
Next.
"Do you have an embarrassing nickname?" I ask.
"Not particularly." Missy says.
"One from when I was a kid." Carol says.
Mark is scratching his head with a frustrated look.
"I used to be called butter boy." He finally says.
"Pfft!" I cover my mouth from laughing.
"Butter boy?" Missy says with a crack in her voice.
"Why don't you say how you got that name? Hmm, Butter boy?" Carol says with a smirk.
He gives a sigh, and thousand yard stare before answering.
"When I was eight, I, may have, possibly, gone to the hospital because I ate three tubs of butter on a dare." He says the last part quickly.
We all share a laugh at Marks expense.
"Okay, Missy, it's your turn." I say.
She wordlessly grabs a card. Stares for a few seconds, gives a little blush and speaks.
"Would you ever kiss someone of the same gender?" She asks.
"If we were dating." I say honestly.
Carol gives a small glare, likely thinking of how to answer.
"I would if I was a guy." She finally answers.
"Depends on how much you paid me." Mark says.
We all stare at him again.
He just looks between us and shrugs his arms up.
"What? It doesn't say it has to be a kiss on the lips." He says defensively.
"So you're saying your lips can be bought?" I say mischievously. "How about ten thousand to get a pic of you kissing Armsmaster?"
"Okay! We're done here." Carol says and grabs another card.
"Do you think you'd be a good ninja?" She asks.
"I'd be the best ninja." I say in a dramatic whisper and turn invisible.
I walk around to Mark before I notice Missy is still looking in my direction. I move to the side and she follows me.
I go ahead and turn it off. Walking over to sit back down next to her I pout.
"How did you see me?" I ask accusingly.
"Uh, I couldn't see you. But my power lets me know what I can and can't warp around me. And since I can't warp living things." She says sheepishly, not looking me in the eyes.
"Oh, right. I forgot about that." I say.
"Mark, Missy. Times up, that's a point." Carol says.
"Wait a minute, that's not fair! Kitsu was distracting us!" Mark points out.
"Too bad, your turn." Carol says mockingly.
He grumbles unintelligently while grabbing a card.
"Do you know your mom and dads first names?" He says before looking to me with wide eyes.
I just stare back, not knowing how to respond.
'Do Mark and Carol count? Would they be upset if I said I did and meant them?'
"Mark pick a different one." Carol says.
He does so wordlessly.
"Can you make a dolphin noise?" he says awkwardly.
In response, I just use my illusions to make the SpongeBob censor sound.
"Show off." Mark grumbles.
"Ah, ah-ah." Missy squeaks out.
'That was adorable!' I think to myself.
"Can't copy someone else's answer." Carol says.
"If I was allowed to, I'd show you." Missy says with a smirk.
"Okay little miss sarcasm." Carol says.
"Time's up. Carol that's a point. Kitsu your turn." Mark says and sticks a tongue out to his wife.
"Damnit." Carol says under her breath.
I grab a card and read it.
(If you could have certain memories erased, would you?)
I throw that one down, showing what it was, and pick another. That question hit a little too close to home.
(If you were adopted, would you want to meet your biological parents?)
Again.
(Do you know my middle name?)
"Oh come on!"
'These questions are targeting me!'
I swap it again!
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Finally, a decent card.
"Do you think I'm cute?" I finally say.
"I, I, uh. Well, um. You are very c-cute. T-to me at least." Missy stutters out.
"Begrudgingly." Carol says.
"You're adorable." Mark says and reaches over to scratch my ears.
I melt against his hand and rest my chin against the table.
"Mmmmnnn!" I can't help but squeal.
He takes his hand away and I whine at the loss. I grab his hand and put it back.
"Kitsu, we still have a game to play." He says.
I concede and let go of his hand.
"Fine. Missy, it's your turn." I say and turn to her.
She's just staring at my head.
'I guess that is a little weird for someone who's not used to seeing it.' I realize and hold back a blush.
"Missy?" I say again.
"Huh?" She says with a small jolt.
"Your turn." I repeat.
"Oh, right." She says with a blush and grabs a card.
That's pretty much how the game went until Mark finally lost.
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-The Rig, 8:12pm-
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Christopher "Kid Win" POV
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Walking into Armsmaster's workshop, I think for the hundredth time on how I'm going to phrase this and convince him.
"Whoooo, okay. I can do this." I say and knock on the door.
"Come in." I hear the gruff voice of the Tinker.
Opening the door I step into his workshop. His is well organized and clean. A stark contrast to mine, which is messy and cluttered.
He's there, working on with the circuitry of his visor. He turns in his swivel chair to address me.
"Christopher, if this is about a joint tinkering session then I'm afraid I'll have to turn you down. I'm busy working on a personal project." He says sternly.
Outside of dealing with the public, Armsmaster has a distinct, curtness to him.
"It's not that, though it does relate to my tinkering. I was wondering if I could get permission to make an item for someone." I say, somewhat dancing around the subject.
"Why go to me? There are proper channels to go through to get gear approved for teammates." He says with a frown.
"That's because it's not a teammate." I say with an awkward smile.
He stares for a long second before turning around back to his visor.
"Denied, now go suit up. You have patrol in less than an hour." He says.
"Sir, Kitsu is the one who requested it and-"
"Then consider the request denied twice over." He cuts me off.
"She says she knows my specialty!" I yell at him in anger at being cut off.
He stops, then swings back around to face me.
'I fucked up.' I realize.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled I just-" I try to say quickly.
"You should have led with that. What does she want? And how certain are you that she knows for certain?" He cuts me off, again.
"I don't know, to both questions." I say slowly.
"Hrmm. Find out. Then we'll talk more. Until then, your shift starts at eight." He says and turns back around.
I nod and walk back out.
He may lead the capes of the PRT ENE. But talking to him is like talking to a computer program. He's just so direct and to the point. The only time he's any sort of personable is when he's in a good mood.
Which is becoming rarer and rarer the longer Kitsu is in the city and not arrested. Which is no longer possible unless she does something major.
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-Dallon house, 8:54pm-
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Kitsu POV
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We're now watching Alien. Mark is watching us while Carol went to her room so that we could turn off the lights.
Me and Missy are on the floor in front of the TV huddled under a blanket together.
Missy changed into her pj's a bit ago. It's a cute frilly blueish purple nighty, and she put my jacket up.
We're currently holding each other tightly as Dallas enters the vents.
"Don't do it." I whine.
My heightened senses make it very hard for something to sneak up and startle me. So when something does.
"Move Dallas! No the other way!"
"Screee!"
"AAAAAAEEEEIIIIE!"
That was me.
I don't do horror movies well.
I'm holding onto Missy for dear life as she does the same. I guess neither of us handle jump scares well. At least she doesn't have a habit of screeching her head off when startled.
She holds my head to the crook of her neck and my hip to hers as I do my best to not squeeze the life out of her lungs.
"It's okay. It's just a movie. It's just a movie." Missy says to calm herself as I hear her heart beating almost as hard as mine.
"Why did we pick this?" I whine.
"You said no sleepover is complete without scary stories or movies." Mark says from the couch.
"I regret everything." I groan.
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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I have a new favorite movie genre.
As I'm held by and hold the adorable ball of fluff and chaos that is my crush. Well, one of them. I can't help but thank Ridley Scott for his masterpiece that allowed this to happen.
I hold her tighter against me. Enjoying how warm and soft she is. I'm not even paying attention to the movie. I'm too busy burning this memory so hard into my brain that a lobotomy wouldn't remove it.
Her hair smells like strawberries! And she's so warm! Oh god I think my heart might explode!
'I'm sorry Dean. But I think you've been replaced.' I think to myself.
A small part in the back of my mind tells me he'd grateful for that.
I ignore it as I try not to squeal at how her tail is wrapping around my waist. Pulling me ever closer to the girl of my dreams.
The fact that such a powerful and adorable girl is cuddling me for safety is making my heart do flips and twists.
"It's okay." I say comfortingly as she hugs me tighter.
'To whatever deity exists. Please let this last.' I think to myself happily.
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-Trainyard, Mechanics shop, 9:30pm-
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Steve "The Mechanic" Pappagallo POV
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Sitting here in the dimly lit room, working on a dodge charger one of the average junkies stole and brought in for a reward of drugs. I reach for my whiskey and go for a swig.
*Tink*
Oh, wait.
No it's normally lit.
I just have a welding mask on.
Flipping that up I down my swig of whiskey. It helps me focus. Okay it doesn't. But it helps me slip into my tinkering haze.
"You know. Pretty~ sure your not supposed to drink and work on cars at the same time." I here the voice of the resident blood fetishist.
"What'd you know 'bout cars? Sides, the drink helps me work." I say and turn to the redhead leaning on the pillar of the floor plate that's holding up the car.
Even half drunk I can tell there's no humanity behind those eyes. Though to anyone not paying attention, he's a normal guy in a wife beater and jeans.
"I know not to drink and drive. Though then again I don't know how to drive so, eh" He says with a shrug and pushes off the pillar.
"What're you do'n here Cletus? Don't you have an ol' lady to help to the afterlife or something?" I say.
He gives a halfhearted shrug.
"Just bored. Thought I'd get to know my coworkers. Is that so wrong?" He says with a false sincerity.
"Iz not wrong. But you don' do that. What're really here for?" I point out.
He drops his act. And it's like night and day. Whereas before he was a normal guy, only visible to those who knew. Now there's no pretense of humanity to his face. His smile remains, but it now contains a predatory edge. And those soulless eyes now have a certain glee to them.
"Fine, ya got me. I do wanna get to know ya. But what I really want is to see what makes y'all tic." He says, stalking up to me. "So, what makes this clock tic eh? C'mon, toc to me." He continues and leans in close.
I take another swig. Not wanting to acknowledge the pun.
"Fuck off. I got shit to do. The roll cage ain't gonna install itself after all." I spit out.
Before I can blink, his hand is now a twisted claw of blood. Blood pooling up to stop at his shoulder with red and black veins. The tip of the claw pressed to the underside of my jaw.
He stares at me for a long second before he gives a chuckle.
"You aren't scared of me, are you?" He says with amusement.
"If your gonna do something, then either do it, or get out." I say and bring the bottle up to empty it.
"Ooohhh~ that's it! You not only don't fear me. You want me to hurt you! Interesting~. Now why would that be?" The psychopath fucking coos.
"Don't fuck'n psycho-ana-bullshit me. I'm juzz not will'n a blay your gamez." I slur out.
We stare for a bit before his phone starts going off.
He takes it and answers, never taking his eyes from mine.
"Yellow?"
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"Sure thing! I can be there in a few." He says with a smile before hanging up.
He frowns a bit and takes his claw away with a quick swipe. I feel a small trickle of blood slide down my neck.
"Hrmm, you will. One day." He says and returns to his earlier façade. "Oh well! I'll leave you to get back to it. Have fun~"
He walks over to the garage door. Lifts it open with one arm and walks out into the night.
Bastard broke the lock on the door.
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-Skies of Brockton Bay, 9:54pm-
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Amy "Panacea" Dallon POV
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Best part about the hospital? Leaving to go home.
Well, lately it is.
Kitsu normally picking me up as of late. Asks how my day went and makes me feel better about myself. Takes my mind off the monotony and idiocy of most the patients here.
Tonight Vicky's picking me up. She's currently carrying me home. Normally I'd love this. Having her hold me close to her as we fly through the night.
"And now I'm not allowed out of the house unless I get express permission. What kind of bull is that?" Vicky complains.
But she's currently in a mood. And all she can talk about is how annoying Kitsu is. And how she can't be with her precious Dean.
Not in those words. But close enough.
"You did sneak him into the house. Besides, don't you spend enough time with him already?" I spit back. Not really wanting to hear about Dean.
"Never. If you ever start dating and find someone, you'll understand." She says plainly.
'I already have someone. It's just that it'll never happen.' I think sadly.
"Changing the subject. What's Kitsu up to? She's normally the one to pick me up." I inquire.
"Oh, she's having a sleepover with Missy. Apparently they're best friends now." She says, still annoyed.
"What's wrong with that?" I ask.
We're coming up on the house now.
"You'll see." She says ominously as we touch down.
We enter the house to see Mark, Kitsu and Missy at the coffee table while Carol is reclined against Mark on the couch.
Missy and Kitsu are making bracelets with a little kit on the coffee table and a Disney movie is playing on the TV. Princess frog by the looks of it.
"Hi PanPan!" Kitsu says as I walk in.
"Stop calling me that." I say in response.
At this point it's just routine.
"Never~ you could change your name to the Red Queen and I'll still call you my PanPan." She says with a shit eating grin.
And Missy is just giving me a frustrated look. The same she gives Vicky when, Dean is, around.
'Oh. Oh that is fucking priceless!' I think with amusement.
I can't keep the smirk from my face.
"Aww, I knew you liked it!" Kitsu teases.
I ignore her and look to Missy. I cock an eyebrow in question.
"So, finally moved on from your knight in shinning armor?" I say knowingly.
Her eyes widen as she blushes and looks back to the bracelet she's making.
Kitsu just looks to me in confusion before looking to Missy. She scoots over and hugs the blushing girl. She then rubs her head comfortingly.
"It's okay Missy. You might not have Dean. But at least you have me!" She says nuzzling their cheeks together.
I have a feeling she's misinterpreting the core of what's happening here. And it's awesome.
"Well, for what it's worth. I think you'd make a cute couple." I say as I walk past.
"Me and Missy? The cutest!" She says.
Looking back I see the atomic blush and shy smile of said girl. And Kitsu is too nuzzling her to notice.
'Oh this is too good.' I think to myself.
I pull out my phone and snap a picture.
I'm using this as blackmail for when Kitsu figures out what's really going on.
Vicky follows me as I walk through the hall past Kitsus' room. Passing it Kitsu shouts back to me.
"There's leftovers for you in the fridge!" She says.
I don't respond and just keep walking. I'm not hungry. I make it to the hall outside my room when Vicky finally speaks up in a hushed tone.
"See what I mean?" Vicky says.
"Yeah, it's awesome." I say with a smirk.
She gives me a frustrated look.
"What? No, it's annoying. I'm not allowed to say anything because Dad made me swear not do anymore matchmaking. And Mom pulled me aside earlier and said if I interfered she'd ground me longer." She complains.
'With good reason.' I think to myself.
"Vicky, that's because every attempt you've made has ended horribly." I point out.
"But this one is so easy!" She says in a hushed whisper. "All I'd have to do is point out that Missy is crushing on Kitsu and boom! Instant girlfriends!"
I roll my eyes and turn to my door.
"Goodnight Vicks." I say and step through.
'She didn't notice my hair.' I think sadly.
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Kitsu POV
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It's almost ten thirty and Carol is making us go to bed. She still has work in the morning.
Missy is grabbing her sleeping bag from my closet when I get an idea.
"You can take the bed if you want. I don't mind." I offer.
She stops a bit in thought. And takes a breath before looking to me.
"Um, I wouldn't want to kick you out of your bed. It's fine." She says softly.
'I'm not going to make her sleep on the floor.' I think to myself. 'That's just rude.'
"We can just share. The bed's big enough, if you want!" I suggest excitedly.
It's a twin and we're both small.
"Um, I mean. Sure!" She says quickly.
"I'm warning you though, I'm a clingy sleeper. You may wake up cuddled." I warn teasingly.
She blushes a bit and brushes a bit of hair behind her ear before looking to the side.
"That's fine! I, I mean I don't mind or anything." She says awkwardly.
'Now I feel like I'm pressuring her.' I realize.
"If you don't want to. I won't be offended." I say, feeling a little bad.
"No, I'm okay. Really." She reassures.
'Something feels off about this. But I can't quite place what it is.'
"Hmm. Okay! C'mon!" I say and pat the bed.
'I'll figure out what it is later.'
I scoot Mr. Star to the foot of the bed to make room for her to sleep at the head. I was mostly just teasing her about the cuddling thing.
She crawls in with me and faces away from the door. Carol still insists the door stay open. And the hallway light stays on.
Hopping off the bed, I speed over to the hall closet and grab a spare blanket. Coming back I hop on the foot of the bed and cuddle Mr. Star.
"Night Missy!" I say.
"Good night Kitsu."
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-10:54pm-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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I can't sleep.
I'm too busy thinking.
'Okay, she likes to dress up. She can cook. She's very affectionate. She thinks I'm cute. She is cute. She can sing, allegedly. I love being around her. She doesn't look down on me due to my age. And I'm pretty sure she might be bi. Unless I'm misinterpreting her answer to the question I made up.' I list off everything I learned.
I still wanna know more! The more I find out, the more I want to discover about her!
'Is this love? I thought I was in love with Dean. But this is just something else. I want to know her. I want her to know me. With Dean, I just want him to pay attention to me and maybe call me pretty. With Kitsu, I just want to be around her. I want her to smile at me, to talk to me, to just be there with me.' I think to myself. 'Maybe? I think. Why can't there just be a book or something on how to figure this out?!'
I sit up and look to the sleeping girl consuming my thoughts.
I'll admit I got a bit more than a little hopeful when Kitsu said she was a cuddler. But now I'm left jealous of a freaking stuffed unicorn dolphin.
'I mean, I could always just, no. No that wouldn't be right.' I think to myself.
I was thinking about moving the stuffed animal and placing myself in its spot.
I crawl over and just content myself to look at her. Her face is covered by her hair. And her ears unconsciously flick towards me as I scoot over.
"I wish I could tell you how I feel." I groan out, ready to vent my feelings. "How you make me just want to scream and cry and, I don't know. Write crappy poems or something. You're just so perfect. So cute and bubbly, and lovable. I wanna hold you and kiss you and, I don't even know! I wanted to be your friend first but I just keep falling apart around you. I'd ask you out if I had the courage."
I finish my rant towards the sleeping girl. And reach forward to brush a bit of hair out of her eyes.
"If only you were awake to hear me." I whine.
My heart stops as I see her blushing face, with her one eye not smooshed into the plush looking up at me.
"Um, I am awake." She says with a crack in her voice.
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"Huh?"
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Bonus
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This one was kinda predicted byRadChaos.
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-Kyushu evacuation site, 1999-
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Rebecca "Alexandria" Costa-Brown POV
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So much destruction. An entire island just. Gone.
I let the young, exhausted parahuman down. The man who went toe to toe with leviathan and came out unscathed.
He collapses to the ground. And shakily gets up to his arms. Rising to full height. He stumbles forward.
"You should rest." I say in Japanese.
"No time. Need to find mother. Make sure Ritsu is alright." He says shakily as he stumbles forward.
Desperate and determined. He marches through, his six foot frame towering over the rest of the refugees.
It's a sad sight. In the early morning rays. What would normally be a beautiful day is ruined by the sounds of anguish and uncertainty.
It's times like this that I wish I didn't have a perfect memory.
'No time to dwell.' I think to myself. 'More still needs done.'
I turn and prepare to take off.
"Wait! Please!" I hear behind me.
Normally I'd just take off anyway. But something about the deep voice told me to stop.
Turning back, I see a thin young man. Blonde hair and blue eyed. The only clue to him being Japanese were his eyes.
He rushes up to me. And stops to catch his breath.
"Please. Take me with you." He says.
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"I want to be like you! I want to earn powers and save others! Please! Teach me!" He says with a hopeful desperation.
If only he knew the secret to gaining powers. Right now we're popularizing the belief that anyone can gain powers. They just have to be more. Athletes who push themselves to new heights, artists who unlock a sort of eureka of the soul. Geniuses who broke through humanities mental limits.
'If he didn't trigger already from all that just happened. He doesn't have the capacity.' I think to myself.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have the time." I say genuinely.
"That's fine! Just point me in the right direction! I'll figure it out from there! I'll dedicate my life if need be!" He says.
His body language is telling me he's not exaggerating. He means what he is saying.
'Hmm. Maybe.'
"Why? For what reason would you dedicate your life? This is not a happy profession." I say. Now facing him directly.
"I want to become someone people can look to with hope. I want people smile and know everything is alright. That everything will be alright. Because I am there." He says with an honesty that baffles me.
"What if you can't be the one to make others feel safe?" I test.
"That's fine! If I can't be the one, I don't care for the fame. I just want others to feel safe. I want to be involved. To make a difference." He resolves.
'Hmm, we still need to flesh out the vial screening process.'
"Alright kid. What's your name?"
He gets a look of realization before smiling brightly.
"Yagi, Toshinori Yagi!" He says.
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-Modern day, Cauldron space-
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"Who would have thought he would survive. His screening showed he'd most certainly die an excruciating death." I say to no one in particular.
In truth he showed no sign of pain at all. Just downed the vial and an hour later, boom.
'If only he wasn't so innocent.' I think to myself.
He's like Keith, he's too good of a person. We can't ever let him in on the truth of all that we really do. Because he would never understand the necessary sacrifices we make.
He'd be a member of the Triumvirate if one of us died. Though he wouldn't accept. He's too busy wearing Doorman out. Jumping all over the world to disaster sites, saving anyone and everyone he can.
That young boy has become a fine man. He's currently ranked the sixth strongest being. The issue is that he's running his Agent out faster than David is. He's a breaker, but he keeps the power on nearly twenty-four seven. The only time he isn't in his "muscle mode" is when he's asleep. And it's taking its toll on him.
He's almost thirty. But when he's out of his breaker form he looks to be pushing his early fifties.
At this rate his power will run out in less than five years.
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A/N if it seems Missy is going a bit fast with her emotions, it's because she is. Remember, she's twelve. I remember when my older sisters were that age and were absolutely in love with their boyfriends. Or Jesse McCartney.
For me it was the Jonas brothers.
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I grabbed my own yes or no game and shuffled the cards. So all the questions are real questions that I drew out.
Except for Missy's.
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Kitsu wasn't picking up on any cues before hand. Because one, she's socially inept, and two, she doesn't know Missy well enough to realize she's acting different around her like she did with Amy, Vicky, and Carol.
And Missy just becoming a shy and awkward mess around Kitsu, the same as she did in canon around Dean.
The big thing here is that Kitsu is a very affectionate person who will take any excuse to nuzzle and hug those she likes. And with Missy starved for affection, keep in mind her home life. It was only after Dean died that she started to close herself off.
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I had a whole host of ideas for things they would do during the sleep over. From each others make up, to a game of twister where they both got competitive and Missy was warping the mat while Kitsu was using her biokinesis to bend in unreasonable ways.
And a game of this or that.
I drew out of a hat to decide which one's go in.
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I really tried to find information on Missy's personality before Leviathans attack. And found very little outside of, typical little girl with a crush on an older guy who shows her attention. Is frustrated at the fact that her age keeps her held back despite her power. And uses almost any excuse to be somewhere that isn't her house to the point that after Leviathan, she stopped seeing herself as Missy, and more as Vista.
That and the fact that her mom cheated on her dad with his brother after her dad was diagnosed with cancer. And they used Missy as a tool to fight each other. And her dad even got rid of their two dogs to get at the mom.
Just, all around shitty people. It's no wonder Missy never talks about them in canon.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR KITSU
Dancingleaf: Have you ever attended or been involved in large underground gatherings?
Kitsu: A few times, there's the time I got drugged and put on auction, if you count that. I tried to go to concerts but that always ended badly for me. Other than that? No.
RadChaos897: What pranks would you pull on Vicky or others?
Kitsu: Heee~ I got the glue and glue remover to switch all the labels on her makeup! :D
Other than that, just wait!
RadChaos897: Could you make guns with your power? Or invisible guns? You could claim to be Miss Militias long lost love child!
Kitsu: I could. I'd need to imagine the bullet as well, and honestly at that point I might as well just send a dagger out. But I could. And MM's power comes with perfect memory, and we look absolutely nothing alike. I don't think anyone would fall for it.
If I thought I could get her, or others, to fall for I would absolutely do it.
RadChaos897: Since you can create explosions are you gonna pull a Bakugo and use them to blast across the city?
Kitsu: Probably not. It's more energy intensive than it seems, and it would take a lot of practice. Practice I can't safely do with risking harm to those around me. Not that I care about most people, but Carol and Mark would be upset with me.
RadChaos897: If you could, and if you somehow got Carol to agree: would you modify and train a team of hyper-intelligent fox dogs? The surprise and terror on your enemies faces would be priceless! XD (you get bonus pizza if you can guess the reference I'm making)
Kitsu: Carol would never agree. And I don't think I'd be responsible enough to take care of them. I don't get the reference, but that's okay. This is just a decoy. I'm already eating the pizza.
RadChaos897: If you could nab abilities from other shards, which one would you take?
Kitsu: Well, [Conduit] already modified my development to include a greater capacity for multitasking. That's one of the changes I just wasn't aware of. I just need to train it. But I would steal Bonesaw's medical knowledge. Then Kid Wins knowledge, then Knockoff RoboCop, then Squealers, Then Dragons. And make an army of Autobots to take over the world and kill the Endbringers.
The reign of the fox is nigh! I will make pizza day a national world holiday! And there will be soda in the water fountains at schools! And free dental for all!
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I can't answer any [Conduit] questions. One or two is a major spoiler. And rather have people guess from which ones I didn't include, I'll just not.
Sorry.
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As always leave a comment and I'll most likely respond in the A/N at the beggining.