15 for noumu!sorahiko au. If is possible, If not you can decide it yourself. ;-;

15. "I don't want to hurt you." | Noumu!Torino AU

*maniacal laughter*

TW: Implications of non-consensual body modifications, AFO being creepy...

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Recently, it’s felt like Torino’s been clawing through a thick fog.

He knows what he is. What he’s supposed to be. What has happened to him, and what will happen if he fails to protect (return) the children in his care.

Sensei is a merciful man with more resources at his disposal than Torino can comprehend; it’s incredible how they’ve managed to evade recapture for so long. It must be a trick. A set-up to show Shigaraki Tomura the only truly reliable protector is Sensei himself, and to show Torino that he has not yet reached peak performance.

(A cold surface. Surgical instruments. IV lines and plastic tubes, the unpleasant hiss of a machine doing Torino’s breathing for him, a doctor, the doctor declaring the need for a rewiring, as though Torino was not made of flesh and bone and nerves, as though Torino did not need anesthesia--!)

Torino is too aware that he’s been modified. A dozen times over.

The question he asks himself, especially when he tends to the almost-dead boy’s wounds, is if the doctor wanted Torino to give or take. If this almost-dead boy was going to be rebuilt or repurposed.

He supposes the former is true now that his loyalty is in question.

He hasn’t fought the doctor in years, it seems. Then again, Sensei used to supervise the early appointments, always there to provide a helping (restraining) hand, interested in the upkeep of his brother-weapon-prisoner.

Torino is lucky. The almost-dead boy is lucky. Shigaraki Tomura’s luck remains to be seen.

Today Torino took Tomura with him to a convenience store. They need to restock their current safehouse’s pantry, and also, Torino had wanted to give the boy a treat. The convenience store they visited had a microwaveable oven to serve customers hot food.

As they walk back, Tomura happily eats chicken nuggets from a styrofoam take-out box.

Neither of them are talkative creatures. This peaceful interlude suits Torino just fine, which is of course a sign for the gods to ruin his day.

“Torino-san,” says Tomura quietly, knocking his shoulder into Torino’s thigh. He’s tiny for a child, especially one related to--to--

Torino acknowledges the boy with a mute nod, and takes the plastic bags of groceries into one hand, ushering his charge behind him.

A large man, just a little taller than Torino, stands at the gates of Torino’s latest safehouse (a condemned apartment building fenced in by a brick wall). His yellow hair is slicked back into a mullet, with two bangs sticking up like a vee for victory.

As Torino peers at the man’s square-jawed face and shadowed eyes, he is discomforted by the similarities to All for One-Sensei-Onii-san.

But Sensei would not be wearing this garish pro-hero costume.

He does not think Sensei would have hired such a character as this, either. There’s a distinct lack of subtlety and vindictive malice to the man.

It does not change the fact that Torino and his charges have been found yet again. He’s running out of boltholes, even though he can barely remember where he got the safehouse locations from.

“Hello,” says the large man. Friendly. Loud. “It’s a fine morning, isn’t it?”

Torino grunts.

“No need to fear,” the intruder says soothingly, and he means to say something else, but Tomura blurts, “I am here!”, with shock in his voice. Shock and fear? Torino tries to prevent his charge from stepping out from cover, but the boy is willful.

“You’re All Might!”

“Ahahaha,” says All Might.

Torino’s sluggish thought process finally crabs up to speed, sharpening into a familiar fight-or-flight reflex. Most pro-heroes are well-meaning but utterly inept. All Might, however, is actually a name Torino knows has been a thorn in Sensei’s side for a while.

Familiar. Disquieting. If Torino has not been sent to cut short All Might’s career, then it’s because Sensei has not deemed Torino capable of killing him.

Tomura’s partially-gloved hands clench at the styrofoam until it squeaks in distress. Hotly, he tells All Might, “We don’t need you! Go away! You’re too late, anyway!”

“Too late?” the pro-hero echoes.

“Hush,” rasps Torino, touching Tomura’s shoulder. The child turns angry red eyes up to Torino; they are shining wet with tears, and from experience, Torino knows the child will angrily scrub his skin until he’s caught in a prickly cycle of itchiness.

“Make him go away,” Tomura demands.

“Wait,” says All Might, “can’t we talk this out?”

But Torino has already locked eyes with Tomura. Torino tips his head into a nod, and passes Tomura the groceries. His helmet hides the rueful smile when Tomura’s arms cannot lift the plastic bags high off the ground.

Tomura sticks his tongue out at Torino anyway, like he can sense the amusement.

“Do it quick,” the child says, bossy, because even though Torino takes care to, ah, throw the trash away from attentive eyes, Torino nevertheless throws away the trash. “He’s like the number one, so if he has a big fight, there’s always a camera on him.”

“And that’s why I’ve come here without a news team behind me,” All Might interrupts. He takes big, showy steps away from the gates, going sideways with his hands raised placatingly. He seems to not mind standing in the middle of the street.

It’s an empty part of town they’ve holed up in, but Torino won’t even let Tomura tempt fate like that. All Might is a bad role model.

“You’re an attention whore!”

Torino makes a warning noise at Tomura. Where did he pick that up? Miraculously, All Might does not take this to heart. In fact, the pro-hero cracks a smile.

“You’re the second kid I know who doesn’t like me very much.”

“Stupid!” spits Tomura.

“I get that sometimes,” All Might agrees.

Before Tomura can unleash any other insults and accusations, Torino ushers him to the gates, keeping a watchful eye on All Might. He gently pushes the child to the building. Tomura stubbornly stands his ground.

“Pack,” says Torino. “Wake Oboro.”

“We don’t have to leave,” Tomura argues.

“Go,” he rumbles. He turns around, trusting Tomura to follow orders, and is gratified to hear the patter of tiny sneakers hitting pavement, a creaking door open and shut. Across from him, All Might waits.

He has a peculiar expression.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” All Might says.

(A cold surface. Sweat drying on overheated skin, lungs shuddering with cries Torino isn’t totally certain he let out. Did he give the doctor the satisfaction? Leather restraints and IV lines. Sat in a chair, All for One-Sensei-Onii-san tuts and tidies Torino’s hair, a tender touch that Torino hates, hates, except he’s parched for kindness.

“Otouto,” he sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”)

Torino breathes in filtered air, slides into a stance, blankly aware that all he is ever meant to do is buy time. Waste time. All Might will be an impossible pro-hero to beat; Torino specializes in decisively quick killing blows. The longer he is stuck in a fight, the worse his odds are.

“Let’s be reasonable—”

Torino launches himself forward.

BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]

Lost and confused? See this post to catch up!

Chapter 3: *Nicki Minaj Only Meme on Loop*

“Who did you choose Lili?” Hoshi asked me on our way to lunch at our usual spot “you kept quiet when some of us were sharing in class.”

“I chose the other offer” I stretched my arms “my parents were freaking out over it, so it must be good.”

“Oh dang both of them?” I nod as we sat at the stone table “well I trust your mom’s word, so I guess you chose well.”

“See, like, I’m not sure if I made the right choice” I opened my lunch bag “yea we have the same quirk but what can he show me that I already don’t know?”

“He was a top hero before, I’m sure he can bestow some knowledge on how things used to be?” he peered into my bag “did your mom pack lunch?”

“How can you tell?”

“I don’t recognize a single food product in that bag aside from the cut mango” he snickered “what’s for lunch?”

I peer in my bag “A torta, hot cheetos, mango con chamoy and an Arizona green tea” I gasped as I grab one of the items “OH BOY A TWINKIE YESSSSSS!”

“What’s a twinkie?” 

All jazz music stopped in my head “You’ve never had the joy of having the delicious, golden, creme filled wonder that’s a twinkie?!” I watch him shake his head cautiously “here, today I’m blessing you with some American culture that my mother took for granted when she lived there.”

He looks at me presenting the twinkie in my open palms “You sure? From your guttural screech earlier, seems like you want it more.”

“As a proud half latina-American, I can’t be selfish with food experiences” I put the wrapped snack cake in his hands “on my momma’s word they’re good!”

“I did say I trust your mom” he unwrapped the twinkie and took a bite, his eyes widened and glistened “oh my god, Lili what the fuck?” he took another bite and savored it “this is the best thing in my sad, pathetic life!”

“I said the same thing when I was 6 years old” I recalled “good times! Now my siblings and I get in near fist fights over them. Mom keeps them under lock in the snack pantry so we never know if there’s any.”

“Fist fights? You 4 seem to get along so well” he finishes the snack “I guess nobody gets in the way of your imported snacks huh?”

“Yup!” I pick up my torta and take a bite “oh fuck yea! she put extra queso fresco in mine!”

After a very passionate lunch of me just explaining ethnic eating, we go about the rest of our day as usual. I countdown the days until I need to go to my internship, according to his requests, I have to bring a lot of extra things. 

“That’s quite the line of luggage you got there” Hoshi commented on my 3 rolling suitcases and large duffle bag “you need help?”

“No, I’m fine” I take a calming breath “my ride is going to come any minute now” I look at my phone for the time “looks like you should get a move on too, the train to Saitama is departing soon.”

“Okay then, I’ll see you in 2 weeks” he grabbed his costume case “um text me when you get to your destination?”

“I will, take care!” I smile at him. I watch him start to walk away, then turned back to hug me “Oh?”

“Sorry it’s just that I needed this” he squeezed a little tighter “my mom would hug me good bye all the time when she had to go away for days at a time, it doesn’t feel right for me to say bye without a hug.”

That made me soft and a little sad that I reminded him of his mom. The best I could do was hug him back until he had to run off to catch his train. Not long after, a town car rolled up to where I was waiting.

“Hello Miss, are you Iida Lili Perla?” spoke the man in the drivers seat.

“Are you from the Best Jeanist agency?”

“Yes I am! Very nice to meet you” he gets out from the car and I can see the tent like pants in full view “I’m Jinko Punky from the Best Jeanist agency” he bows “it’s an honor to escort one of Agent 19′s very own.”

“You know my mom?” I was very confused on how this man knows my mother’s agent number and why he addressed her as such.

“Yes, she’s a very beloved agent in the agency” he gestured to my luggage “but lets load these into the car and I’ll explain things as we go.”

I help him put my things in the trunk and sat in the front of the car. The more I think about it, the more I’m confused on this man’s appearance “Alright, let me explain more, I bet you have a lot of questions.”

“Yes, my parents were freaking out over this offer. But all I know is that he’s a retired hero and my mom interned under his agent sector.” I couldn’t stop looking at his ugly tent pants “what does he want to do with hero work after all this time?”

“He’s an eccentric man, and he adored your mother when she was your age” he chuckled “I’ve never seen him so soft after interacting with her, like something in him changed for the better.” He sighed “Your mother showed her loyalty to us and helped in solving cases and gaining very valuable intel that no other could get! But what a strange twist of fate that her daughter is doing the same thing?!” We drive another 20 minutes and we arrive somewhere in Taito “Alright, this is your first destination.”

“First destination?”

“Yes, for this week you’ll be with the man himself” he unloads my bags “and next week you’ll be at the agency.”

He leads me into the building and tells me which floor and room I should go to. As I ascend to the top floor, I get nervous on how this man is going to be and what my mother felt when she met him. Finding the room wasn’t hard and I knocked on the door.

“Who’s there?” responded a semi-robotic voice.

“This is Lili Iida, from UA heroics program.”

I heard a click and the door opened “Please come in!” greeted a long-haired, white cat “I’ll let my owner know you’re here, please have a seat on the couch.”

I watched the cat trot away in awe. It was one of the fancy cat robo models my mom’s company developed! If I remembered correctly, the model name is Chiffon and was named after somebody’s beloved cat that passed away of old age. I looked at the room around me, it was spacious and clean. Seemed almost too big for just one person to be living here but there wasn’t any pictures of a family to show that more people lived here. Actually, there wasn’t any pictures on the wall, just artwork and hanging houseplants. I caught a glimpse of a silhouette of a tall figure coming closer from the hall the cat went in. I stood up and there he was, tall and in all denim.

“Hello there” he stopped in his tracks when he saw me “it’s very nice to see you after so long. My how you’ve grown up!”

I felt so comforted somehow after he spoke to me like we were family “I wish I could say the same about you” I bowed “I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Oh child, don’t bow to me” he walked up to me and tilted my chin up “we’re like distant family. Did Jinko explain things?”

“Yes he did” I stood up straight, unsure on how I should be addressing him “I’m going to be under your guidance this week and next week with the agency.”

“Correct” he turned toward the other side of the room “come this way, I’ll show you to your room for this week.” I follow him with all my things “here’s your room, it’s a bit plain but you’ll have your own bathroom and don’t mind the mannequin busts.”

I walk into the room and it was white and gray with a large window and decent sized wardrobe “Thank you, um”

“Um? OH my name!” he caught on to Lili’s struggle “call me Mr. Hakamada, I don’t like being called sir.”

“Okay, got it Mr. Hakamada!” I smiled.

“Great, I’ll let you get settled and meet me up in the loft when you’re done” he turns to leave “and wear a practice suit, training starts today.”

I watch him leave and the nervousness sets in. Never in my life has fear struck me! Dad said I was a fearless baby and rarely cried but I’m feeling a bit like a child. Probably just the fact that this is a pro-hero that’s way more experienced than my dad and has the same quirk. I put on my leotard and muslin stash and make my way to the loft. His place has hard wood, so you can hear me clicking about on my pistons. If I were sneaking, I’d be so dead, but I put on my rubber soles so I don’t ruin his floors. The loft was just as spacious but it looked more like a dance studio but without the mirrors. He sees me and starts to give me that ‘what are you wearing?’ look.

“Is there something the matter?”

“It just that” he pointed at my sash “that muslin doesn’t go with your whole look, what do you use this thing for?”

“Oh this is my extra layer when I do quirk practice” I explained “I can control any fiber cloth material and make anything! As long as I have a mental reference of said thing or I’ve practiced making something.”

“Any fiber?” he said in awe “then I’ve underestimated you!” he unraveled his denim turtle neck “you have a wider range than I do, but can you think fast!”

I almost got caught in his string attachment attack, thank the lord for rocket feet! I unraveled my sash “I can do more than that!”

“Lets see how you feel about not being able to move!” he wrapped my ankles together “hard isn’t it?”

“Two can play at that game!” I binded his pant legs together with my sash “now who’s vulnerable?!”

“You, you don’t have anymore cloth to use” he smirked “you have much to learn.”

I pulled the ribbons out of my hair and used them to bind his wrists together “You don’t tell me when the fights over, I DO!”

“Okay okay, I surrender” he chuckled “you really are your mother’s child.”

I un-binded him “How so?”

“She has the same battle attitude” he freed me from my ankles “it’s a little dangerous how that passed down to you, actually, it’s strange how she created such a child.”

“What do you mean?” I was curious “I’m just doing what feels right.”

“I saw your spars at the sports festival and I was just impressed that you graced the stage with your presence and dance-like moves” he sat on the floor and I followed suit “all the techniques you did like the puppeteer move and the sling were very reminiscent of your mother and I knew I had to mentor you.” He picked up the piece of ribbon that hanged on his wrist “I consider your mother more like my daughter, and I guess making you my grand-daughter.”

“Like a daughter?” that make me think “do you have a family?”

“I don’t, it’s one of my regrets in life” he sighed as he tied the ribbon into a bow “I spend my time working on being a top hero that I just lost contact with anybody remotely interested in me. All my friends were in hero work so it didn’t hit me that I was alone until one of my side-kicks asked for paternal leave because his wife was due any day and he wanted to be there for her and the baby. That really put my life in perspective, what does it matter if I’m a top hero if I don’t have anybody to come home to?” he pulled at the bow to undo it “then I met your mother, a young but tragic girl that wasn’t ready to leave her parents. I felt the need to care for her, so I’d check up on her and such. I went as far as giving her some spending money and giving her gifts on her birthday and Christmas! In return she always lends her abilities and comes to me for help.” He gasps “I can show you actually, come with me.”

He leads me to his workroom, bolts of fabric on the wall and other cloth pieces scattered about. He hands me a photo album “What’s this?”

“I have pictures of your mother when she was your age and other life stages” he opened the book “That’s her when she first arrived, that’s on her last day of her internship” he flips a few pages “here’s what I wanted to show you, I’ve created all of your mother’s iconic looks.”

“All of them?! I’ve only seen some of these in magazines and video!” I was in awe at all of my favorite looks “the whole reason I got into making my own costumes for dance was because I was inspired by some of these iconic looks” I pointed at a picture “like her blush pink power-business suit and the electric blue geometric dress at her Techies Gala premiere!” I turn the page and saw pictures of my parents “you made those too? My dad must’ve really loved my mom to be matching with her in these get ups!” I turn another page “that’s the wedding! You made her wedding dress?! Mom won’t even let me near that dress! I loved the sleeves and the shape of the train, especially the obi.” I pointed at my sash “it was my inspiration to my hero costume, I have an obi like middle that I use in battle.”

“You like my works to that point?” he was flattered “oh sweet child, I hoped you liked my designs” he turned to the next page “do you remember this dress?”

“Oh hey thats me!” I look at the picture of me in my toddler years “I loved that dress so much I never wanted to take it off! I cried when I out grew it but by then I could make another one with my quirk.” I looked at the pictures before it “oh, those are also me. You did hold me when I was a few weeks old.” I look up at him “why didn’t you visit?”

He sighed “I joined the fashion scene under an artist name and got very busy” you could feel the guilt in the air “I was traveling to China and Milan, parts of Europe for work and I just didn’t really have time to come by and visit.” he smiled “but your mother always sent me pictures of you and your siblings. On those rare days when our schedules align, we go out for some dim sum in disguises. On my rough days, I look at the pictures of you guys and it makes me feel like I’m working hard for my family and it gives me purpose to keep going.”

“Well, if it gives you purpose then I’m happy to be part of your family” I smile back “should we go back to training?”

“I think we’re good for today” he checked the time “it’s nearly time for dinner, what would you like to eat?”

“Rice and cold dish!” I tap my feet excitedly.

“Alright then, lets start cooking” he makes his way to the kitchen and I follow him. We have pleasant conversation over food and I felt less nervous around him.��“Oh and before I forget! We’re going on a day patrol in plain clothes, be sure to be ready to go at 8am.”

I paused before I made my way to my room “Plain clothes at 8am, got it!”

“Good night Lili”

“Good night Mr Hakamada”

-Next morning-

“Alright, it’s just a short ways this way” he said as we hopped off the train “reason why we’re patrolling here is for more insider experience.”

“What do you mean?” I was a bit confused on why he couldn’t just tell me.

“You’ll see” he stops in front of a 3 story building “we’re here.”

After a few turns in the winding hallways of this place, he opens the door to a large professional fashion workroom “Oh my goodness! It’s the ICONIQUE workroom!” I turn to him “you work for them?!”

“I do, after your mother’s wedding dress went viral” he took off his scarf and light coat “it caught wind of this place that wanted to know who I was and wanted to give me a spot to design and create without the media knowing it’s me.”

“That’s so cool! What do you design here?” I look at the half finished gown on a mannequin “I’ve only seen snapchat stories of this place and they have different featured categories.”

“I do the statement and traditional designs” he points to a covered mannequin “this is what I just finished but yet to be featured on the platforms” he pulled the cloth covering to show me “a chiffon kimono with the obi to match.”

“OOOH! Translucent!” I loved this bold traditional piece “what an honor to get the insider on the next feature!” I remembered why I was here, not to tour this place but to do my internship “oh! what’s the reason to bring me here?”

“The point of being plain clothes patrolling is to lead a double identity” he hands them a lanyard with a badge “today, you are my understudy, Miss Natalan Ono. You are an arts student that was selected to observe and assist me on my next piece.” He sat at this work chair “You’re a legacy child because you’re related to Yoko Ono and is following in their footsteps. Now, back-stories aside, your role is to observe everyone and report suspicious activity to me. Nobody knows who I was before and I’ve noticed some suspicious heads.”

“Got it! One question though” I pointed at my badge “why Yoko Ono? Doesn’t the arts community hate her?”

“Yes but I’m not that creative” he chuckled “your mother is the master of backstory, maybe you can fill in some of the blanks that I left.” He swiveled to his work bench “now, can you get me some tea from the lounge? We passed it in the hallway.”

“Sure thing!” I put the badge on and made my way to the lounge. There were quite a few people in there and I was on high alert for any suspicious activity.

“Hi there!” called out a cheery voice as I poured some tea “haven’t seen you around here before? Are you a new hire?”

I gulped hard before turning to them, think of something Lili! “Um hello, I’m sadly not a new hire” I fixed my glasses shyly “I’m just interning for someone.”

I see their eyes shift to my badge, their smile disappeared “Oh...you’re that Ono legacy child Hakamada-kun has been talking about” she gave me a dirty look “I don’t care how good you are, you don’t deserve to be in his presence!”

“Um if I may ask, why do you think I’m not worthy?” I was getting whiplash from their change of tone.

“He’s a genius! Not to mention tall and brooding, nobody understands him except me!” she was giving off major yandere vibes and I was getting scared “he might turn down my help but it should be me in that workroom!”

I watch her turn away and the others in the room were staring at me now. Oof I probably gave myself away for everyone to pester me. Making my way around that office was harder now, everyone was giving me dirty looks and didn’t talk to me.

“Ready to go?” He asked as he put on his scarf.

I check the time, it was 5pm “Let me just get my bag and I’ll be ready.”

“How was your patrolling?”

“Awful, everyone was giving me dirty looks after that one yandere lady approached me.”

“You had the displeasure of meeting her huh?” he cringed “I have a feeling she’s taking her obsession a little too far.”

“What makes you believe that?”

“Well, some of my key patterns come up missing and it forces me to talk to her because she’s in the patterns department” he recalls “some of my embroidery hoops get roughed up when I want to use them, and my mannequins get moved around every time I come in the studio.”

“If that’s the case, then I guess some confrontation will have to do” I walk with him down the hall to leave and we run into her.

“Oh! You’re heading out for the day?”

“Yes I am, my intern and I were going for some dinner before going home.”

My heart stopped, why the fuck did he say that? Now it sounds like we’re in a relationship! Say something Lili! “As a thank you for taking me in! We should get going Mr. Hakamada! My parents are waiting at the dim sum place” I bow to the lady “it was nice meeting you! Have a nice evening.” We scurry out of earshot “What the hell are you trying to do! Get yourself accused of romancing your intern in front of a yandere?!”

“I realized my mistake the second it came out of my mouth” he turned red “I have a feeling I’m going to see a lot of things missing tomorrow.”

We get home and spend time just hanging out, cooked dinner and pleasant conversation. Just like a family, but I knew in the back of my mind that it’s not a pleasure stay here. It was almost like he arranged things to be like this so he wouldn’t be alone. We went to the studio the next day to find no mannequins in the room.

“Oh this is bad Lili” He said as he checked all around the space for one “I have to present this chiffon kimono today for the media directors to post on the platforms.”

Think Lili, THINK! “Does it have to be on a mannequin?”

“No but where am I going to find an alternative in time?”

I give twirl “I might of gained some muscle on my slender physique but I’m a good clothes model” I point to the bolt of muslin “we can make a full body suit of muslin on me to mimic the look of one but I do some movement and complex posing.”

“You know what, I love that idea” he took the bolt out of the wall of fabric “Lets get started!”

It took almost an hour to get me ready for the spread but of course the yandere lady walks in on him dressing me in the kimono.

“Oh! Is that what you’re presenting today?! It’s gorgeous!” 

“It’s my greatest work yet” he sighed “say, have you heard of all the mannequins going missing?”

“Can’t say that I have!” her tone was so fake, I wanted to punch her in the face “why? Have yours gone missing?”

“They have! But my intern is on the case” he was ad libbing “She’s amazing and quick thinking! She’s at the head of security right now checking the security cameras for theft.”

“Is that so? I hope security doesn’t give her trouble” you can hear the panic in her voice, wish I could see her face “well I’ll go fetch her for you.”

He waits for her to leave “Thanks for not moving, that would’ve set her off.”

“I was trying so hard not to call her out or punch her face!” I huffed “seriously, the nerve of her!”

The people came in to take pictures and such. They were surprised to see that I was the mannequin and said that it adds to the aesthetic of the garment. It was cool to see how they set things up for showcasing, I couldn’t wait to tell Rosa and my mom that I was the model for the garment! Once everything was done, I unraveled the muslin off me and I looked at myself in the mirror with the kimono on. I loved the shade of pink and the shape of it, I couldn’t stop looking at myself.

“You really love that garment huh?”

“I do! I’ve been a fan of kimono and all the traditional Japanese clothing” I look at him from the mirror “when I get married, I want to have a Japanese wedding and wear my mother’s obi and a custom kimono.”

“I hope to be in attendance then!” he chuckled as he came up behind me in the mirror “will this old man have a place in the audience?”

I turn to face him “Always, aren’t we family?” I hugged him “I don’t care if this is a little weird.”

“Oh child” his voice cracked a bit “you’re as loving as your mother” he hugged back “I wish I could’ve been there to see you grow up.”

“Well, I’m still growing” I didn’t break the hug yet “it’s not too late, you can still be in my life as I go through hero school and become a dancer.”

“Hmmm, why did you go the hero route?” he broke the hug “you clearly have a passion for dance and costuming.”

“Well, aside from not getting into any of the schools I applied to” I felt like I got caught “I’m attending UA to spite my dad. He puts pressure on me as the oldest to follow in his footsteps but I don’t want to be one of the great and noble Iida family!” I stomped my feet to show my frustration “I want to go to a dance academy but mom says I’m too young to be sent away like that. So the plan is to get strong and more than capable to be sent away for dance academy like I were to go to college. That way I can defend myself to give my parents the ease of mind while I’m away.”

“Are you planning to use your hero skills in anyway?”

“Um, uhhh I’m not sure” that really got me thinking “maybe if dad decides to step down as Ingenium, then I could take over if need be.”

“So you’re here with no plan and no real motive?”

“No sir” if he put it like that, then I feel guilty for being here.

“Child, I’m not here to shame you” he got down to my level “I want to give you motive to be the best hero you can be, even if you don’t plan on being one per-say.”

“Huh? How can I be one without being one?”

“You can inspire a new type of hero” he put his hands on my shoulders “being the dancing hero that graces the stage and apprehends villains. Who knows, you might even start an academy of your own!”  

“Dancing hero...I like the sound of that!” I smile and hop in place “do you really think I can be an inspiration?”

“Your mother did, I don’t see how you can’t” he stood up and put his hand on my head “come on, we have some more work to do.”

I take the garment off and get back to being his intern. His words filled that void of belonging in this hero world. He tells me more stories of his hero days when we got home, like a grandfather telling stories to their grandchildren. Now I really feel like I’m at a family member’s house and not at my internship!

“Hey can I call you grandpa?” I asked before going to my room for the night “like in a respectable way?”

He looked at me in shock but then thought about it “You may as long as it’s respectable.”

“Okay then!” I watch him walk to his room “good night grandpa!”

He stopped to respond “Good night Lili.”

The next day we did actual training and I was engrossed in everything he was teaching me. From the way I’m supposed to move to the new techniques I’ve never heard of...everything was being soaked in. Because now I have purpose, I don’t want to spite my dad, I want to make grandpa proud of me! I want to be a hero that little 5 year old me would be inspired by to start dancing and feel confident in their rocket feet...I know what I have to do now.

-Chapter 3, End-

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There was a slam at the door of the dorms of Ragna, where the pop idols Walkure were living.

“Kaname!!” A young man’s voice shouts. His silver hair glew a little in the soft light of the dorm in his arms he carried one of the idols, Mikumo.

“Satoshi-kun?!” Freya calls back,”Kaname’s not here at the moment.... but what’s-“ her voice dropped when she saw her comrade laying in the man’s arms. Her breathing was rough.

“What happened?” She asked.

“We were out shopping. Then she suddenly collapsed.” Satisfying explained. As Freya looked over Mikumo, checking her pulse, her breathing, and last of all she checked her skin warmth.

“She must be running a fever, hurry. Let’s get her to her room.” Freya ushers them into the dorms and up the stairs.

Mikumo lay on her bed, she was still panting, her face was flushed and she was sweating pretty badly.

“Was it something she ate?” Freya asked trying to get all of the details.

“We ate at Chuck’s restaurant. She was eating things that she didn’t normally eat, she kept saying she was feeling it today.” Satoshi explained.

“Sea spiders, jellyfish ramen, also some sparkling water, that’s it. But she collapsed almost three hours after we ate. Up until then she was completely fine.”

“Mmm Sato... where..” a soft voice rang behind them. The woman on the bed breathlessly spoke through her panting.

“Miku, you collapsed, I brought you back to the dorms.” The silver haired man knelt next to her. Taking her hand,”Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling so good?” He asked.

Maroon eyes looked away for a moment to Freya,”Can him and I talk in private Freya?”

The young girl nods then leaves the room.

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About 30 minutes pass by.

Freya was waiting patiently outside of the room. Soon Satoshi came staggering out.

“Satoshi-kun?” Freya asked worried for him. But he kept walking until he hit the sofa downstairs. Plopping himself down, his eyes looked like they were filled with panic.

Freya’s rune perked up. Now she was really worried. Opening the door to Mikumo’s room she asked,”Mikumo-san daisobu desuka?”

“Freya.. hai.. come here. I want to tell you something..” Mikumo spoke quietly. She was now sitting up in bed. Her long violet hair draped around her like a violet waterfall.

The orangette paced over to her slowly,”A-Are you okay? I saw Satoshi was looking a little scared.”

“Oh..” the older woman sighed breathlessly. “It’s a bit scary for both of us.”

“What is?” The girl sat by the other. Taking one of her hands.

Freya could feel Mikumo’s body tremble,”Something that will take me out of the team for a while, I won’t be able to sing with you four on stage.”

“Why. Are you sick?”

“No no.. Freya.. I’m having a baby...” maroon eyes looked down at her lap.

Worry turned to shock. Then shock became wonder. “Really?!” Freya nearly shouted as her eyes filled with glee.

“Hai~ I even wore my sweater to hide my little baby bump today, here..” Mikumo takes the hand she was holding and pressed it onto her middle, for sure was a small bump there.

“Wow..” The rune a top Freya’s head was pulsating with joy. “Don’t be scared Mikumo-san, you’ve got all of us here~” small arms wrap around the purplette’s body as Freya gives her a big hug,”Congratulations!”

Mikumo started to tear up a little, not of fear nor sadness, but of joy. “Arigatou..”

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Around 5pm the rest of Walkure had returned from their shopping. Kaname and Makina were emptying their bags as Reina played with the mercats.

Mikumo walks down to the kitchen where her team leader and mechanic was.

“Good Evening..” she said calmly. Kaname looked up from what she was doing.

“Oh. Mikumo. We didn’t know you were home. Thought you were still out with Satoshi-kun?” She asked.

Mikumo sighs,”We came back a bit early. I was feeling a bit under the weather.”

“You? Sick?That’s new.” Makina piped up. “At least you look like you’re feeling better Kumo-Kumo.” She have her a toothy smile as she put some canned food in the pantry.

“Yeah.. sure.” She looked down and played with a bottle of sesame oil.

“There’s actually something else as well. Hey Reina,” Mikumo called to the smallest of their team out in the living room.

“Hai?” Reina called back as she stood and skipped over to the kitchen.

“Mikumo?”

“Kumo-Kumo?” Both in the kitchen asked.

Mikumo just lifted the tank she was wearing and turned to the side. To show off her baby bump.

“I-is that what I t-think it is?!” Makina asked with a stutter. Which was met with Mikumo’s nod. “Kumo-Kumo!” She squeals and bounces up and down.

Kaname was frozen. “We have a concert tonight Mikumo... are you going to sit it out?” She walks over to her companion and touched her shoulder.

“Not this one. I can perform again until I’m showing too much. Please Kaname?” Mikumo begged. Pulling her shirt back down. “I slept most of the day today anyway. I’m alert.”

Makina and Reina held hands in their cutest signature style. “Music is Love,” Reina started.

Makina giggles,”Music is Hope~” she connected her fingers to Reina’s making the Walkure symbol.

“Music is Life~” Kaname held a pair of fingers out to Mikumo who smiles softly nodding then she spoke.

“Music is Mystery.” As she connected two of her fingers to also make the symbol of Walkure.

They then heard a loud crash and ran to where it happened. In the living room. Freya had ran to the kitchen to join them. But had ended up on the floor after tripping over Mirage’s Mercat.

“Music is..... Energy!!” She groans out with a smile. Making the rest of them smile and laugh a little.

Mikumo knelt down and helped Freya off the floor.

“So she tell you?!” She asks a bit loudly. Kaname shushed her.

“Yes she did~ How do you know?” Kaname wrapped her arm around Mikumo’s waist.

“Oh. I was home when she and Satoshi-kun came back. He’s up stairs sleeping his shock away~ *wink*” she winks at Mikumo.

“Oh. Definitely can see him trying to calm down after such wonderful news.” Reina said quietly. “Papa..” she whispers.

A slight blush came over Mikumo’s face,”Uhhh Reina~” she waved bashfully at the smaller one.

“We should get ready for our concert.” Kaname spoke out.

“Hai!” The rest accepted.

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A two hour concert happened around 9:30 pm to almost Midnight.

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Around the second to last song Mikumo was getting a bit out of breath. She leaned forward trying to catch her breath.

“Can everyone cheer on Mikumo-san! Our newly wed of the group!” Kaname shouts into the mic catching Mikumo’s attention.

Loud cheering filled the seats around the stage.

Mikumo’s crimson eyes looked at her leader in confusion.

“You see she’s a bit out of practice!” Makina jokes around.

“Make sure to cheer extra loud for her!! Keep her going!” Freya cheered as well.

Reina checked her personal screen,”Vitals are fine!” She looks at Mikumo who’s in a state of surprise. ‘I was married 5 years ago. Tho..’

Kaname turned off her mic for a sec to talk to Mikumo,”We know, But they don’t~ it’s easier to tell people that you’re newly wedded instead of saying your gonna have a baby. Right?~”

The woman to her right nods and subconsciously reached for her middle. But played it off as her catching her breath with a bow.

“Our last song of the night will be Hametsu no Junjo!” Mikumo called out as their costumes changed. “Then our encore will be Ikenai Borderline! So keep up!”

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After the concert was autograph signing. All of the ladies were sitting at their respective places signing T-shirt’s and figurines.

Satoshi had shown up and was sitting with Mikumo. Hiding his face with some sunglasses and a hoodie. “How’d it go?” He asked taking her free hand under the table.

“It went well, was a little out of breath towards the end but I’m fine now~” she reassured him. Squeezing his hand a little.

“Brought you something,” He holds out a little bracelet, engraved with their initials and on the back it made a hologram of the gender of child they would have, it was showing both as its base setting.

“Sato-kun~ I love it~” she leans onto him like a sideways hug.

A fan noticed the couple and ran up to Mikumo’s booth.

“Mikumo-san! Is this your new husband?!” She asks.

Crimson eyes closed as she nods. Making the young girl cheer happily,”Congratulations!!” The fan cheers. This made the singer blush her other hand set in her lap, on her belly. She gave a small smile. “Arigato~”

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Around 1:30 am the group finally returned back to their home.

All the girls yawn and stretch. Another concert done.

Mikumo sat gently onto the plush couch in the living room. Letting out a long sigh,”You.. are tiring me out already..” she spoke quietly directing her voice to her middle.

“Kumo-Kumo, can we see your belly again?” Makina asked from behind the couch with Reina.

“T-There’s not much to see yet Makina..” she protests with a blush.

“Pwease~~” Reina whines cutely.

“......*sigh* oh alright...” Mikumo sighed reluctantly and patted the cushions beside her,”Sit.”

The two girls sat on either side of her waiting in anticipation. Mikumo tentatively pulled up her shirt showing her belly, and the little mound that was forming there.

“See..” she said wistfully. Then jumped when both girls set their cold hands on her. “Eek! Your hands are cold!” She tries to pull away but she’s surrounded. Kaname was watching from overhead.

“Mikumo the Mama, has a nice ring to it~” she teased.

“Kaname!” Mikumo whines. Which was met with a giggle from the three.

“What do you think you’ll have?” Reina asks with a whisper like tone.

“I’m fine with either, although I want a little girl.” Mikumo smiles.

“Miku~ I’m going to be off tour for a few months so I’ll be here with you~” Satoshi smiles as he leans over the three on the couch.

“But then I have to go back on it for a few months later. I should be back before you have our baby. But. I have a friend who will stay with you too. Because we all know you’ll have to take maternity leave from Walkure.” He leans in and gives her a kiss.

“Who’s your friend?” Kaname asks.

“Oh. She’s from the Isle of Frontier, she is great friends with Sheryl.” He replies.

TBC.

January 4, 2019: 7:37 pm:

January 4, 2019: 7:05 pm:<br><br>Yesterday I reported that Sandy Monroe may h... StoneMan .Warrior - 2019-01-04 20:37:41-0800 - Updated: 2019-01-04 20:37:41-0800

January 4, 2019: 7:05 pm: Yesterday I reported that Sandy Monroe may have been an impostor and was with someone I didn't recognize. I have more information now. The circumstances include the Sparacino terror cell at 545 "MyStreet". About yesterday, the stranger with the red wig was likely to have been Francis Taylor of 600 "MyStreet". Fran has lived in the neighborhood for the longest of the 18 family terror cells that are here on "MyStreet" and two months longer than I have lived in the neighborhood, about 22 years. She lives adjacent to the Grants Pass Community Church that is on Russel Road which serves as a terror headquarters and a killing field of Americans who seek financial aid and groceries. Victims are sent there by the Josephine County Department of Human Services when applicants for Food Stamp "Oregon Trail" and WIC child services sign up for benefits. Victims go to the church expecting help, but the parents of children are killed and the children are taken captive instead of receiving help. Fran Taylor serves that church and is part of the terror Flock there, and she has an alternate way out of the neighborhood by virtue of the location of her home being next to the church parking lot. So the unknown person at Sandy Monroe's yesterday, I believe now, was Fran wearing a wig and disguising her voice. I believe that Sandy Monroe killed Fran Taylor  yesterday, or, Fran Taylor got hung up in the wire snare they use there to catch victims. Sandy Monroe is a member of the same terror cell as the Sparacino's, the Li'l Pantry Markets terror cell. You can read more about the Li;l pantry on this page elsewhere. The Sparacino's are Jihad terrorists who are disguised as Seventh Day Adventist terrorists, and they behave as though they are Seventh Day Adventists. They have successfully fooled the Seventh Day Adventists, and the SDA believes that the Sparacino's are part of the SDA. The SDA are not aware of the Jihad nature of the Sparacino's. I know about their Jihad nature simply as a result of being a victim of the terrorism for so long. I know what happens after the SDA attack an American Family, in a different way, than the terrorists know what happens after an attack on an American family. After the SDA terror cells successfully attack an American Family, the belongings and property of the Victims gets divided up among the attackers, the property is assigned to a SDA terror family cell, with the assistance of the SDA/SAG impostor State Police. When the opportunity is right for the Sparacino's to shift into Jihad mode, they do just that. The Sparacinos work in close connection to Screen Actor Guild, closer than many of the other terror cells to my knowledge. They offer what is known as a "SAG House", especially geared towards Musicians of the American Federation of Musicians Union ( I include that union, AFM, into SAG usually for ease of explaining things, SAG and AFM are one and the same as far as I am concerned, unless clarity is necessary, like right now). A "SAG House" is a place where SAG members can stay, like a Hotel, but at a private residence, secretly, in such a way that no one knows where to find the SAG members who use such services. The SAG House Services are usually provided as part of the "Club-M.d Junket". You can read more about the Junket elsewhere on this page. So today, the Sparacinos came to my home to kill me and take this page down. They thought I was Fran Taylor and that she was here, they thought Fran and Sandy killed me and took my house, took over the property and were dividing my belongings among themselves. Fran and her husband Richard have been trying to obtain my property for more than Twenty years, Richard Taylor was killed trying toi do just that last year. This does not explain why Sandy did not tell the Saparcino's that I am not dead, they are part of the same cell at Li'l Pantry. Often, things don't add up. like right now, so I am going to assume that there was miscommunication among the terrorists for reasons that I do not know. Sparacinos shifted into Jihad mode. Jihad mode for them includes that when the Seventh Day Adventists Terror cells, such as Fran Taylor, are successful at taking an American residence and killing the American family that lives there, in some circumstances, the Sparacinos will subsequently attack the successful Seventh Day Adventists cell afterwords (they call themselves "The afterswords" for their Jihad ways), and they kill the SDA terror soldiers, then make up a story about why the SDA were killed, and report that fake story back to the command chain at the church. This way, the Sparacinos get to divide the belongings among themselves, but also, and more importantly, they get the control of putting another Jihad terror cell in place at the newly acquired residence, rather than a SDA cell. This is how the Sparacino'e advance the Jihad variety of terrorism in an effort to overthrow the controlling SDA terror cells later on. So that is what happened today. Sparacinos thought that Francis Taylor had killed me, taken my property, and then, they put on their Jihad terror suits, and came in disguises to kill Fran, and take the property and belongings from her, towards the advancement of Jihad variety terror cells. But Sandy killed Fran yesterday is what I believe, and I don't know where Sandy might be, nor do I really know for sure if the person I saw yesterday was indeed Sandy Monroe. It makes far more sense if the person that was portraying Sandy yesterday was an impostor, and not Sandy. But it still does not quite add up. It turns out that I know less information about today's attack than I would like to know. What I do know is that it appeared as though Sean Sparacino was on my front porch with a sword and tried to hit me with it when I went outside. He thought I was Francis Taylor and said something about that. I took his sword from him and ran ,him through with it on the front porch. His Nitrous tank ignited and he launched away towards the road I live on, disguised as piece of wall. He had fashioned a costume out of polyfoam, cut into a rectangular shape, and it was wearable. The rectangular shape was painted the same color as my house. He stood on my porch with the wall/house/polyfoam costume against the wall,  just underneath the porch light, and directly to the right side of the door as I go out of the house. He sort of blended himself into the house right there, and was ready to swing his sword. He was too high on the heroin, and too exposed to his own Nitrous gas mixture. He failed and died trying to kill Fran, except that I was not Fran. After that, I came directly back inside the house. Nicole Sparacino, Sean's wife, had been hiding behind the reclining chair I usually sit in. She was waiting for Sean to put enough Nitrous Gas into the house to ripen me for a kill. I could hear her trying to tell her husband, Sean, that I was not Fran like they thought I was. She was not able to get him the message because I heard her speak into the communication device, and I could hear Sean speak through it as well, that is when I got up to look out the door, I heard Sean say he was "Nosing the Door" (applying the Nitrous gas mixture through the weather striping around the door with a small hose and an apparatus that facilitates the gas going around the weather striping.) So I cane back inside and hit Nicole in the head with a big fucking knife. It appears as though they are dead. However, I am usually wrong about who the assailants are. They use communication devices and costumes in such a way that confusion is part of the attack plan. So, across the street at the Stephen and Lindsey Bell terror cell at 445, there are two strange vehicles there, those two vehicles belong to others involved in the attack today. Since all I see is a black mask, and black leotards with feathers all over it, I don't know for sure if the Sparacinos were the actual attackers, or, if it was just the voices of the Sparacino's that were used on the communication. Trust me when I say I understand how ultimately complicated all of this is. No one knows how complicated it is better than someone who is trying desperately to explain it to someone else. I have to find a way to explain things that happened, where people where killed, and do so without having full knowledge of the conditions of the attack. I only know about what I experience as the victim, so, I try to consider the facts as they are presented to me, while also seeing what other circumstances are happening in association with the attack, such as those two strange vehicles at the Bells terror cell. What I know about the Bell terror cell, is that if there are vehicles other than those that belong to Stephen (Stevie) or Lindsey, I know that there will be an attack at my house. each and every time the Bells have guests, it  is for the purpose of staging an attack on me from there. I have read this entry through, there does not seem to be any typing mistakes. There are enormous explosions happening from the direction of the Christopher Mecca residence on Russel road and near the Grants Pass Community Church right now. I am going to investigate. Please send help.

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January 4, 2019: 9:06 pm: I don;t know what the explosions were. It could have been a shotgun, but was too loud I think. Maybe some leftover mortar fireworks from New years. There were a lot of mortar fireworks around here on New years eve.

Commission - Man’s Best Flying Friend

Dogs are cool and all but birds are where its at: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25141850/

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“Ooo dude, look at this one. This one is blue and yellow. And oh that’s a great green one” a young man excitedly said to his friend. He was ogling pictures of birds online. “Why are we looking up birds on the internet Scott?” his friend answered. “Because Travis, I will soon be living on my own. I am finally an honest and true adult who can make their own decisions. I go to bed when I want, I can leave the toilet seat up, but most importantly, I can get a pet.” “Scott you already slept whenever you wanted and you DID leave the toilet seat up. More than once” Travis recalled annoyed. His friend at least had the decency to look faux ashamed. “Sorry about not warning you there haha” he laughed remembering. “All I heard was a loud sploosh and your yelling and then-” he said stopping at his friend’s glare. “Aheh right, so birds, love em, gonna get one of these bad boys” Scott said trying to change the subject. “When are you moving into your new place anyway?” Travis asked getting up from the living room sofa. He headed to the pantry pulling out a box of cookies. “Next week and I can wait!” his friend said pumping his fist into the air. “Don’t get me wrong I love ya but a man needs his own space.” Travis laughed rejoining him in the living room. “Yeah, I gathered.” “Hey, you wanna come with me to the pet store when I go pick one up?” he asked. “Sure, when?” Scott scrolled through his phone looking at the move in schedule. “Uhhh, I think my tv and stuff get there around noon, so anything after 1 next Tuesday okay?” “Yeah no problem.” Travis replied eating another cookie.

The following week Travis showed up to Scott’s new place. He was there early to get able to see the house before they headed to the mall. The outside of the townhouse was pretty impressive. Lawn was freshly cut, bushes and surrounding plants full of life, even the neighbors seemed cool. Scott answered the door practically beaming in excitement. “Please, enter my humble abode” he said bowing and stepping back. Travis rolled his eyes walking in. Taking a look around the place Travis had to admit, his friend did a good job decorating the house. Framed movie posters plastered the living wall surrounding the homemade entertainment system. Scott’s decent sized flat screen fitting snug between the two speakers. “Movie nights are officially at your house now” Travis looking around the house more. Scott laughed showing him the rest of the house. It wasn’t a long tour with the place only being two levels. “It’s small but cozy. Totally perfect for me and my soon to be ‘new’ buddy” he said nudging Travis with his elbow. Travis raised a confused eyebrow before checking the time on his phone. “Speaking of which we should get a move on” he told his friend. He grabbed his keys off the coffee table. “Yeah no problem. Let me just grab my jacket and wallet” Scott said running upstairs to the bedroom. When he came back down he had his coat on and carried two water bottles with him. “Hydrate up dude” he said tossing one to Travis. He fumbled it not expecting the sudden pass. “Oh yeah, it is pretty hot out today, thanks.” Travis unscrewed the cap and took a long swig of the water. Scott giddily watched expectantly drinking his own water.

The drive to the mall didn’t take long with where Scott was living now. The pet store was on the first floor but almost near the back. The place, unlike other stores at the mall, was enclosed like an actual store. Scott explained the reasoning being something about the noise level of the rowdier animals. Travis only nodded along. Puppies could be seen from the glass window pane pawing at the glass and pouncing on one another. Onlookers gushed over the young canines and their antics. The inside of the store was much more expansive. Pet supplies, food and toys lie on shelves all around. The sounds of various animal calls could be heard throughout the store. A couple of bunnies in a glass tank wrinkled their noses at the newcomers while some hamsters popped up from the bedding in their playground. “D’aww, look at the puppies” Scott said going over to enclosure there. He picked up one of the pups and cuddled it close. The puppy licked his face and poked his cheek with a paw. “I thought we were here for birds not dogs” Travis said raising an amused brow. “Touche my good man. But no one on earth can resist an opportunity to cuddle a puppy” Scott said carefully placing the pup back in the pin. Travis trailed his friend as he led him further towards the back of the store. Soon, the bird section came into view. All sorts of birds could be seen from the different cages. Some lovebirds were playing a friendly game of tug-of-war with a squeaky toy. A cockatiel was grooming itself with its beak. Some parakeets were playing hide and seek in a multi window bird house. But Scott had his eye on one species in particular. Thinking of earlier, he smiled knowing he’ll have the perfect one very soon. “Hi, can I help you?” a woman’s voice came from behind them. She was wearing a simple shirt with jeans and an apron. A nametag reading Julie lie on the left breast pocket. “Hey Julie” Scott said coming from behind his friend. “I’m here about earlier. I think it’s around that time” he told her. Travis look at his friend confused. But he found it harder to retain attention on one thing since coming to the mall. It was like his mind wanted to be in a bunch of different places at once. Julie smiled knowingly. “Sure thing Scott. Follow me to the back” she said moving past them to the steel door down the aisle. Travis thought it weird but went along with it following his friend and Julie to the back room. Beyond the door was a medium sized room with a concrete floor and a couch. A table with an elegant looking white bird cage sat on it. “So where’s the bird?” Travis asked once again confused. He picked a stray feather from his hand surprised at the slight sting he felt. His mind darted around the door taking it in. He has a strange passing thought of how fun it would be to fly around it. “Hm? Oh, right. Julie here is gonna get it, meanwhile we can sit here and relax” Scott answered taking a seat on the couch. “Be back in a flash” she said leaving them in the room. A resounding click could be heard. “Did she jus-” Travis began before clutching his throat. He felt tongue tied as if he was swallowing it. His lips throbbed in pain as well. “Ah, so it’s starting with your beak. Interesting” Scott nonchalantly commented. “Wha……tartin?” Travis tried forcing out. As the throbbing in his lips continued, they puckered up slightly and darkened in color. “Oh, I guess I did purposely leave that out. Well I didn’t lie. I did come here for a new pet bird. It just happens to turn out that it’s YOU buddy” Scott said grinning. Travis’ eyes went wide in shock. “ow..ven…ssible” Travis tried emitting as his vocal cords rearranged. “How is it possible?” he repeated faux comprehending. “Well, Julie there is a witch specializing in transformation magic. What luck right? I’d say about half the animals here are some unfortunate souls” he said laughing. “Tur….me..ba-AK” Travis said in a panicked squawk. “Sorry buddy no can do, but maybe if you ask nicely, Julie will haha.” Travis started to lunge for him friend before looking down at alien hands. His fingers lost their nails and started growing the same feathers like the one he plucked off himself earlier. They snaked their way along the tops of his fingers. Vibrant, green feathers also started blossoming around his neck and arms. He was so enraptured in shock he hadn’t noticed Scott helping him out of his clothes. “You won’t be needing these soon anyway” he said folding up his shirt and shorts. He simply tossed the old sneakers next to the couch. Travis was left in his underwear where the same colored feathers stretched down to his legs before stopping just above his ankles. Scale-like patterns formed along the tops of Travis’ feet as he tried desperately to pluck himself free of the growing feathers on his arms. They just kept growing in more rapidly now forming a dense coating of green. His pinky toes throbbed and Travis stopped his plucking to look down at them fusing into his other toes. He felt a slight pain as his outside toes deformed and curled outward. The nails darkened and grew out much longer and curled before stopping. His feet had turned into the perfect talons for gripping food and cages. Red feathers grew out along his elongating forehead with white specks surrounding the top of his forming beak. His puckered lips grew out as well with his face. His top lip becoming more prominent than the bottom and curved downwards. Travis felt a headache forming as he rapidly blinked his shrinking eyes. With every blink, his field of vision changed. He found his peripheral vision improving greatly but lacking much else. Travis’ hearing also increased. He could hear the leaky pipes of the barren room and Scott’s amused chuckles. “This is even better than I thought” he laughed. Travis glared at his friend until the muscles in his new eyes prevented him from doing so anymore. The green feathers covering Travis’ body started to change color in certain places. The tips of his new hands, now ends of his growing wings, brightened into a sky blue color. Below the tips of his former palms the feathers lightened in a brilliant yellow. Travis crouched over himself baring his tailbone which was steadily growing out. The assortment of colored feather snaking up the length until it too, was covered in a bouquet of color. Travis now looked like he was wearing the most realistic macaw costume. “This is the best part” Scott piped up. Scott looked up at his friend confused. Who was this man? The face was familiar but his changing mind couldn’t place a name to it. Scott started growing much larger before him. The man seeming giant to him in a matter of moments. The underwear he was wearing now nearly suffocating him. “I made sure you didn’t feel any pain once the shrinking part happened” Scott said coming over to the confused military macaw. He scooped up the animal out from the discarded clothing in his hands and pet the bird soothingly. Travis was confused and scared before calming before the steady pattern of pets he received from the nice man. The nice man walked over to the white cage and opened the door before depositing Travis on a comfy perch. The new macaw nearly lost his footing trying to keep balance. Panicked flapping of brightly colored wings sent feathers falling to the ground. Travis got his footing after a while and crawled across the ledge back and forth pleased with his efforts. “Good boy!” the nice man told him. “Good boy!” Travis mimicked. Scott laughed giving Travis a cracker who gladly accepting. He used his new taloned feet to break off a piece and feed it up to his mouth. A click could be heard from the door making Scott turn his head towards it. “Everything okay in here?” Julie said popping her head in. Scott smiled. “Yep, we’re all good here. By the way, I am one satisfied customer” he said poking a finger through the bars of the cage. Julie smiled. “Thank you for shopping at Julie’s Pet Boutique!” she said clapping her hands together. END

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