200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

I'm laying on Ash 
Her breathing is shallow
And comforting
Her arm around me makes me feel so safe
Her laugh is deep 
And so addicting
I just want to keep hearing it
God what the hell am I feeling
Why didn't I ever feel this way with Kendrick
Why couldn't he be sweet
As I'm day dreaming
I'm feeling her tongue ring glide across my skin
Touching my clit
I can feel myself throbbing
I want her to touch me again
I want to know what she feels like
I want her to show me just what I'm missing
Why was I never this horny for Kendrick
I have always got a little excited when he would grab my hips
But never this excited
The movie ends and I'm ready to lay down
I never realized how tall Ash was 
Till she stood up and I was barely to her chest 
My eyes at her boob level
I giggles and she looked at me 
Eyebrow raised
"What's so funny" she said smiling
"Nothing" I lie
"Uh huh"
she grabs my blankie and my hand
I feel my checks gets heated
She takes me to her room
It has posters of bands most I have never heard of 
She has a ton of novels 
But mainly love novels
But the ones that stick out the most 
Is all the Alice in wonderland
I smile than look at her bed
It's so dark sheets black on top
Red underneath
"What are you a vampire" I say half joking
"I do bite but not to suck blood unless we like it that rough in the moment"
My clit is throbbing again
God I want to feel her bite me
I want to feel her teeth in me
She takes her shirt off and her pants 
Goes in her drawer and grabs some clothes
"I'm going to jump in the shower 
Make yourself feel at home"
I smile "Okay"
She walks out the room
Man does she have some amazing definition in her legs
But and arms 
Stop staring
I go to lay down on her bed
When I feel a black book 
I flip it open to the middle 
She writes and the words I read
We're meant for someone so special
Her lips are soft
I can't help but want to touch her skin
To feel the warmth under the shower
To be between her legs
To feel our clits kissing
I want to hear her moan in my ear again
But I'll never hear any of it
Only in my dreams
Only in my worst nightmare
Will she haunt me
Will she remind me
Just how fucked up I am
I hear the door to the bathroom open 
I slide the book under the pillow 
And she walks in with the towel around her waste
Her breast are out
Her hair is wet
I notice nipple rings
I blush 
And then before I can do anything my feet
Move to get up
I walk over to her 
And I just kiss her again
I run my hands over shoulders
Down her arms 
I just want to be naked
Like who ever she was writing about
I want more then feeling of just 
Her tongue

Chapter 32: Klein
I wasn't ready for the silky-smooth slide of my fingers, or the slight dampness that followed the almost invisible caress. I mean, I had a cock of my own, but I was nowhere near as fascinated by its actions as I was with the way Mac responded to the lightest touch.
I also wasn't ready for Mac's reaction when I hooked my exploring finger in the elastic of his underwear, fully prepared to pull the fabric out of the way so I could see what I was touching.
He made a strangled sound and violently pulled my hand away. He rolled us over so I was on my back, looking up at him in shock as he suddenly straddled my waist—both of my hands were caught in his and pushed down next to my head. I wiggled a little to see if I could dislodge him and get away, but he had me effectively pinned. I realized I should've been far more cautious than I was curious since it was him I was dealing with.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing, Rockstar?" His brogue was extra thick as his eyes practically burned into mine.
"Of course not." I had no idea. I was just going on instinct. An instinct that told me I wanted more of whatever the feeling was when he shivered and got quiet when I touched him. The same instinct drove me to kiss the life out of Theo because I felt like I couldn’t live a moment longer if I didn't get a taste of him.
"You were the first person I ever kissed." 
Mac's coppery eyebrows lifted, and he slowly let go of his death grip on my hands.
"You're finally honest."
I snorted my response and cast a look down at our bodies. He couldn't miss the fact I was as hard as he was since he was practically perched on top of my very erect cock.
"I don't know what I'm being, but I can't hide that there are things about being close to you I like. And I won't deny that when you kissed me, and when I kissed Theo, I liked the way they both felt."
A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he tilted his head to the side and watched me closely. His hands found their way under my t-shirt, and the next thing I knew, he was stripping it off of me.
I gasped as his hands started to crawl across my chest. I was skinnier than both he and Theo, and almost as pale as Mac. My first instinct was to swat his hands away and cower in embarrassment, but he distracted me by leaning down so his lips were practically touching my ear as he asked, "Whose kiss did you like more? Mine or the Allstar's?"
I frowned and arched my back on a sound I'd never made before when he used his thumb to rub slow, torturous circles around one of my nipples. I had no idea the spot was so sensitive, or that having someone touch it would make my entire body quake and quiver.
" I liked them both the same." It was the truth. They kissed as different as their personalities were. There was no comparison.
"If you had to kiss me again or Theo again, who would you choose?" Mac's words whispered across my skin as his mouth suddenly latched onto the point his fingers had teased my nipple into.
I thought I was going to levitate off the bed at the contact. Knowing I was distracted by the way he was kissing my chest, he took full advantage, and after spitting into his palm, he slid one of his hands down into my cutoff sweatpants and underneath my boring boxers.
I yelped when I felt his hand wrap around my extremely hard dick. I wasn't expecting it or how I felt his touch all the way through my body. Heat immediately swept through my blood, and a sensation I'd never experienced before coiled tight and fast at the base of my spine.
"Uhh... What are you doing?" It was a dumb question, but I was pretty sure there was no blood left above my waist. It was all gathered in the flesh he was stroking up and down. His rhythm was perfect and had my eyes ready to cross.
Mac laughed again. This time the sound actually had a hint of humor in it. "Teaching you what to do the next time you grab someone's dick, so you'll know how to handle it." His palm slid over the tip and stopped to give a gentle squeeze. I made a sound that wasn’t quite human, and felt my hips lift involuntarily off the bed. I was blindly following his movements, chasing pleasure even though I had no clue that was what I was doing. "But you didn't answer my question. Who would you kiss again? Be honest, or I'll stop."
I felt the flat of his thumb glide over the rapidly dampening slit at the tip of my cock, and I nearly passed out. It all felt so good. It was nothing like the hurried jerk-off sessions I had in the shower when I needed a release. It felt so much better. There was just so much more. More heat. More hardness. More emotion. More sensation. More... Mac.
I gulped and panted out, "I'd kiss you both again. I can't choose."
"Ahh... I actually like that answer." I was going to ask him why, but his mouth was on mine in a flash, and I was too busy kissing him back to be coherent.
He was right. It did feel incredible to be touched this way. I totally understood why Theo had looked blissed out of his mind when Mac had had his hands all over his junk in the pantry.
Mac seemed to know exactly how much pressure was enough, how to twist his hand, how to stroke the throbbing flesh correctly. It took no time for the damp tip to get soaked as pearly liquid leaked out. His movements became quicker. The sounds from the slick skin rubbing together made goosebumps pop up across my skin and had all my muscles clenching. That feeling at the lower part of my spine started to thrum and pulse as fire spread through my veins.
Mac finally released my lips. I knew without touching them that they were swollen from the intensity of his kiss and the nip of his sharp teeth.
Once again, his lips were at my ear, and his breath was a hot caress as he whispered, "I told you it feels good to touch and be touched. Are you ready for that?"
He didn't say it in a way that made it seem like I could say no. He was very different from Theo in that aspect. With Mac, there was no hesitation. It was all in from the jump. He lacked the infinite patience Theo had.
Before Mac heard my reply, he was pushing upright and lifting his hips just enough that he could shove his briefs down so that his erection sprang free of the fabric.
I couldn't tear my gaze away.
Was I supposed to find another man's cock pretty? Because I did.
It was so pale and rigid it looked like it was carved out of marble. He hardly had any hair down there, and what little he did have was the same burnished color as on the top of his head. He had freckles all the way down to where the alabaster shaft disappeared into the faint thatch of hair. He was bigger and thicker than I would've guessed given his slight stature, but Mac was always full of surprises. What was in his pants wasn't any different.
I bit my lip as he ordered me to lift up, but obeyed the command so he could tug my pants and underwear down as well.
Absently I found my mind wandering to my roommate. I'd caught glimpses here and there of Theo in various states of undress, but I'd never stopped to check him out and get a good look at what he was packing. I wondered how different he was compared to Mac... to me. It suddenly seemed imperative that I find out.
"Holy shit!" All thought scattered wildly when I suddenly felt the warmth of Mac's erection pressed firmly against mine.
He grunted and gave me a grin, one that finally reached his eyes and made him look happy. He rocked his hips forward, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation of his hardness stroking erotically against mine.
"Give me your hand." His voice was a little uneven, and I realized I wasn't the only one having trouble functioning.
Mac was flushed, and his chest was heaving with harsh breaths. His mouth was also slightly swollen, and his bottom lip was wet from the way he'd been eating at my mouth.
I gave him my hand obediently, and yelped when he curled it and his around both of our dicks, making one warm, tight fist. My cock was already slippery from his previous ministrations, so the glide along our lengths, combined with his rolling motion, made me see stars as my eyes slammed closed.
"So good." Complete sentences weren't going to happen as my toes curled tightly, and my hips started to grind of their own free will.
Mac growled and demanded, "Open your eyes and look at me, Klein. No pretending I'm someone else."
I struggled to do as he said, but I was so caught up in what he was making me feel, I felt like I couldn't control my body.
I gasped, "Who else would you be?"
"Maybe your roommate. But he has to wait his turn, and I want to watch." He chuckled as my entire body convulsed at his words—and as my cock spasmed, spraying both our hands with a warm, sticky fluid.
I felt his cock pulse against mine in response, and it only took a few more strokes before I felt his dick kick and his cum to join mine in coating our interlocked fingers.
Mac moved so his forehead was resting on the center of my chest. He squeezed our wet fingers together as our now flaccid private parts wilted between us.
I had a million thoughts running through my head, but the only one I could grab onto with any kind of strength was, "Why do you keep bringing Theo up?"
I wondered if he thought of me the same way when he'd been hidden in the dark, getting felt up by my roommate.
His sigh danced across my chest, leaving shivers in its wake. "Because when I think of you, I think of him. And when you think of me, he crosses your mind. Invisible strings are tying the three of us together, so when one is pulled, the other feels it."
I puffed out a breath and lifted an unsteady hand to touch the back of his head. His words were almost an exact echo of what Theo had told me. It was both scary and reassuring that they seemed to have some idea of why we couldn’t escape these confusing feelings that kept pulling us toward one another.
"That's not normal, is it?" Shouldn't he be mad that I was thinking of someone else when it had been his hands and mouth all over me?
Mac laughed, this time it sounded slightly maniacal. "Depends on whose definition of normal you want to go by."
It was going to have to be by his definition, or maybe Theo's, because I'd never known what normal was.


Theo Sandoval doesn’t belong here, there, or anywhere.
Klein Warren doesn’t believe in a damn thing.
Malachi ‘Mac’ O’Shea isn’t interested in trying to behave.
One wants to be the best but can’t get past his meager beginnings.
One wants to be famous but can’t overcome his crippling fear.
One wants to be free from the heavy chains of his dangerous legacy but has no way out.
Three young men from very different backgrounds, whose paths would never normally cross, will ultimately end up shaping each other's futures. With little in common and a million unanswered questions about the growing feelings between them, it shouldn’t be an easy feat for the three boys to fall in love. However, the past has proven that anything is possible at Castle Pines, an elite, boys only private school tucked away high in the Colorado mountains that brought these very different boys together.
Somehow this unexpected trio makes learning all about love and sex look effortless... until cold, hard reality comes crashing in.
The truth is, some differences are just too big to overcome, and making the choice to walk away from what you’ve always known can be impossible.

The Allstar The Rockstar and The Gangstar  is created by Imogene Kash, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author


Of course, it was impossible for Roy to jump into the magma. However, he did not intend to bathe in it from the beginning!
He was merely a newborn little demon, and he certainly could not match up with a demon like Araniya. However, he had his advantages as well—his small body and light weight.
As a result, he left Araniya dumbfounded when he jumped onto the rock!
Would she dare to continue chasing onto the rock with her tank-sized body?
That was no different from suicide…
Araniya stomped her spider legs angrily on the ground as she watched Roy flow steadily downstream atop the rock.
She really could not figure out if this little demon was lucky or if he planned this method of escape from the beginning. If it was the latter, then this little demon was a little scary. He was not born that long ago, yet he was as cunning as an old demon. How could a demon with such intellect be only a low-rank demon?
No, my soul fragments are still in his hands. He'll definitely eat them if I let him go like this, causing huge damage to my soul.
Seeing her clones catch up, Araniya gritted her teeth and directed them to the shore.
Jump! Everyone jump!
Araniya did not dare to jump herself, but the much smaller spider demons could. However, if they were to perish in the magma, Araniya similarly would not be able to recover her soul fragments on them.
However, she was now blinded by rage. She could not imagine that she actually ate a loss at the hands of a little demon. She wanted to kill Roy even if it meant losing her soul fragments.
However… would Roy not think of things that she could think of?
This rock floating on the magma was not too big, only able to hold Roy and without other space on it. In such a situation, there was only one place the spider demons could land, so Roy waved his tail and hit them away, making them fall into the magma.
In the end, after just a few were flung in such a manner, Araniya did not dare to get the demon spiders to throw themselves at him again. She was not dumb and could see how suicidal this action was.
"Despicable little bug!" Helpless, Araniya began attacking verbally. But her vocabulary was clearly lacking, so she repeatedly called Roy this name. "How long can you hide? You won't be able to come ashore as long as I follow you, and then you will be carried by the lava river into the lower levels of the Abyss. There, you will encounter even more powerful demons. They can all easily crush you with a finger!"
Roy was stunned. There are indeed lower levels in this world. And it sounds like the indigenous demons call this underground world the Abyss.
Is the end of this lava river flowing deeper into it?
Of course, Roy could not just continue flowing like this. But after saying this, Araniya followed Roy along the riverbank. Roy turned his head and saw that the riverbank was still rather far away. This lava river was much wider than he estimated with his eyes. It was at least four to five meters away from the opposite riverbank and impossible for him to jump over.
Although he wanted to use this rock as a boat, Roy could not find anything that he could use as a paddle. Moreover, an ordinary paddle would probably instantly melt in this lava…
Therefore, Roy looked like he was trapped.
Araniya scoffed when she saw Roy's hesitation.
However, before she finished laughing, she saw Roy patting the back of his head and then using his claw to gesture in the air.
What is this damn little bug doing? Araniya was baffled.
How could I forget that I have a lot of soul fragments? Roy thought while sitting on the rock. He summoned the system interface and saw that he had actually obtained about fifty soul fragments. If these soul fragments originate from Araniya's soul, perhaps they can be used? 
If they can be used, then I might get out of trouble! 
With this thought, Roy immediately began to draw.
This time, Roy drew a pair of wings, a pair of demon wings!
If he could not jump or swim over, then he could only fly over. Thus, Roy's first thought was to make a pair of wings for himself. However, he had no idea if the soul fragments he possessed were enough, so he did not dare to make the wings too big or set any complicated definitions.
He had only one definition for the demon wings: Flight!
But when he tried to materialize it, Roy found that it would not work! There were not enough souls! It could only complete up to 80%, even though it was the same material as his body's.
Roy had a headache. He also discovered that the system would not display the specific value for each soul. Similarly, there was no clear indication of how many souls it needed for each defined attribute, and it would only show the completion percentage when he was about to save, which required Roy to estimate the number required.
Roy guessed that the Flight attribute might require some strength in the wings itself. After all, it was necessary to offset his own weight to be able to fly, and it was impossible for a pair of wings without strength. This was probably why the wings could not materialize.
Roy gave it some thought and changed the defined attribute to Glide!
It was immediately successful!
This gave Roy the feeling of being like in a wingsuit. Humans might not be able to make it flap and fly, but they could spread the suit and glide with the wind…
Roy was still four to five meters away from the other side of the river. As long as his control was good, it was not impossible for him to cross the river by gliding.
Since that's settled, let's materialize it!
On the shore, Araniya was still wondering what Roy was doing, but right at that moment, she felt a great pain coming from her soul!
The severe pain coming directly from the soul was indescribable. Araniya's entire body was trembling, and terrible cries came from her mouth. The connection between the soul fragments and her main soul was suddenly severed, making her understand that Roy was devouring her soul fragments!
The strange thing was that she did not even see Roy taking out her soul fragments to devour them. Just how did he do it?!
Araniya's huge body was now lying on the ground. She raised her head reluctantly to look at Roy on the rock and found his body trembling as well. 
However, his trembling was different because Araniya could see very clearly that two bumps suddenly arched out from Roy's back!
The two bumps broke out of their wall while Roy trembled. The next moment, a pair of dark-red demon wings appeared!
Araniya was shocked by this scene…
Demon wings?! Real demon wings! Could this damn little bug actually have the bloodline of a high-rank demon?!
Impossible. If he really has the bloodline of a high-rank demon, why would he appear in the upper level of the Abyss?
Araniya's doubt was normal. In the Abyss of the Demon World, bloodline was the most essential condition for evaluating demons. The low-rank demons usually had mixed bloodlines, and such demons were usually born from an egg. They would not even have the concept of parents. The male low-rank demons did not care at all, while the female low-rank demons would directly send their eggs to the upper world after laying them, putting them in the Demon Sea to allow the seawater to push these eggs to places where they could hatch all over. Such places were islands where volcanoes exist, and the hot volcanic rock bed would incubate and hatch the eggs. Almost all of the low-rank demons were born this way.
However, it was different for the middle-rank and high-rank demons whose bloodline was purer. Although some of the middle-rank demons might be hatched from eggs, quite a number of them had live births. All of the high-rank demons had live births, and this method of giving birth also led to a scarcity of high-rank demons. As a result, the high-rank demons placed importance on their offspring and educated them from birth. 
The indication of purity of bloodline depended on whether or not the demon possessed demon wings…
Unlike the elytra wings of insect demons, Roy's wings had now transformed into the form of real demon wings. It was no wonder that Araniya would be puzzled. After all, the pure-blooded demons who possessed demon wings were extremely rare in the upper level of the Abyss…
In Araniya's shocked eyes, Roy tried to flap his wings. The wings looked small, and the wingspan was not large enough, but he was able to control it freely. Roy faced the other side of the river and squatted on the rock to start accumulating power!
He concentrated all his strength on his legs and even bent his tail against the rock. After he finished accumulating power, Roy slammed his legs and tail with great force and bounced up from where he was!
The jump brought him high up into the sky. Roy fully extended his demon wings while thinking of rushing to the other side of the river!
At this moment, the hot current from the lava river gave him a lot of buoyancy, allowing him to glide smoothly toward the other side of the river. However, Roy kept descending because he was gliding. Finally, he used his claws to grip the cliff at the other side over the river and landed his feet firmly on it, plastering his body against the cliff! 
It could not count as a perfect landing, but Roy was overjoyed, finding himself out of danger!
Roy turned around, waved at Araniya across the river, and then tried to say his first few words with the demon language.
"Fare! Well!"
Yes, it doesn't seem too difficult to learn the mother tongue of the demon race…
Roy gathered his wings behind him and left under Araniya's stunned gaze…


Roy's life was nothing special. The only thing commendable was the last few moments when he saved a mother and her child from a drunk driver.
...
It's really an egg! Damn it, what kind of monster have I become? Did I fall into Hell instead of making it to Heaven??
Join Roy as he ventures through various worlds with the Custom Made Demon King System—a system that allows Roy to draw anything he can imagine and create it through exchanging souls!

Maintaining any kind of spell took not only focus and determination, but power. Being a Witch, and a scientist, she had a bit of everything than the average citizen, but she wasn't all-powerful.

About two minutes had passed since her spell had been cast. The bubble had become smaller. Her ankles were exposed, and a shoe flew off somewhere. It wasn't nearly as bad as Benedictus though. Only his torso was on the counter, safely shielded. The rest of his lower body wasn't. 

He had regained consciousness, due to what Griselda assumed was his Heroic title. It was a passing thought, as she had to deal with the physical discomfort of crumpling her body on top of Benedictus, while maintaining her spell.

Both of them were sweating. Benedictus felt a sharp pain in one of his legs. He gasped, swallowing his urge to flinch and shout. When he had regained consciousness, Griselda had explained the situation to him. A sudden movement would break her concentration.

"I think it's over," Benedictus mumbled. He had been counting the intervals between lapses of pain. The last one had hit him over 40 seconds ago.

"Really?" Griselda huffed, absolutely damp. The spell unraveled, slipping from her grasp.

Benedictus stood up. His legs were a bit wobbly. He leaned forwards a bit, resting his weight on the counter. Griselda was slumped over. Her hair was a mess, the tight bun a faint memory. Her red hair clung to her face in thin curling chunks.

"Are you alright?" Benedictus asked. His legs were cramping from the rapid healing. He placed his palms on the counter, one hand on each side.

"I'm fine," Griselda said, out of breath. She sat up straight, glancing around at the room. Benedictus did the same, taking in all the changes.

The grey paint was gone, replaced by light oak panels. Where the sink had appeared was a large brick oven. The sink had slid across the room, resting under the windows, which were still just as big and let in just as much light. The cabinets were a dark brown, and the utensils Benedictus had discovered were hung up nicely. There were a few newer one objects too, like a wooden paddle for the brick over.

"Astonishing," Griselda had spoken first. She was slumped over again, her hair hiding her face. From her tone, he could tell she was smiling. "Amazing, astounding, Ser Hero," her shoulders bobbed up and down. She was laughing. "I have been stunned, floored, left wide-eyed and open-mouthed."

"Madame I—"

The Witch threw her head back and laughed. She laughed and laughed, somehow out of breath and never needing to take one. He didn't take offense this time. He understood. Her nerves were absolutely frayed. She had been pushed to near death within a few hours of meeting a stranger.

"Ah ha-ha..." Griselda wiped her, eyes. She was as red as a beet, and out of steam. "Help me down, I've lost a slipper."

She offered her hand, and he placed it gently in his.

"Don't just pull me down," she instructed. "Be more gentlemanly about it, please."

Benedictus was confused by her gentle tone. What happened to the commanding woman from the entry hall? Or the shark-toothed gambler from the garden? He didn't suspect her of anything; quite the opposite. He suspected nothing of her. Nothing at all.

He placed her hand on his shoulder. Unsure if her definition of 'well' matched up with his, Benedictus moved slowly. He grasped her waist and gently pulled her towards him.

She sat on the edge of the table, her gentle breaths tickling his ear. What's the most gentlemanly way to do this, Benedictus thought. He waited a few moments, listening to the sounds of her breathing.

"Which foot?" he asked.

"Hm?" she sounded half asleep.

"Which foot lost its slipper?" he repeated.

"Ah. My left."

He nodded. "Hold on to me," he said.
She complied, wrapping her arms around his neck. With her firmly in place, he placed one hand back on her waist, and the other, under her thigh. He lifted her off the table. He felt Griselda's arms tense for a second. Benedictus slowed down. Gently, he helped her to the ground.

"Thank you," she said, letting go. Her favored foot made a sharp sound as her heel clicked against it.

"No. Thank you. You saved both our lives..."

"Ah," she stopped him. "Don't make promises you can't keep. I'll be sure to—"

"Mother?" a small voice came from the doorway.

A frail-looking boy stood there, hugging a book that was almost as big as he was.
"Hensel," Griselda said.

Benedictus stepped aside. He watched Griselda glide over to the small boy. She hugged him, book and all.

"What are you doing down here honey?" she asked, letting go.

"I-I heard a lot of noise. I had just come home and... I rushed over," he squeezed the book tighter, almost disappearing behind it. "I'm sorry, Mother."

"It's alright. Who brought you home?" she asked.

Griselda was already leading her son out of the Kitchen. Benedictus followed them into the hallway. They walked, him flipping off the lights behind them.

"Sir Cyne and his assistant," the boy mumbled.

After an nonstop three day baking binge, Benedictus Agnes, finds himself transported to another world. Unlike other heroes, he is suddenly sent to the Backend, a small town overlooking the sea. 
Dropped in the middle of nowhere, our hero only has one plan: get cooking!

[I'm changing it to third-person storytelling rather than first-person, i wanted to try something new but i don't like it.]
Continuing off from the last chapter, he returns home from his long day to find his mother humming in the kitchen, "I'm back, mom"
She pokes her head around the corner, mom has long black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, "Hey sweetie, how was your day?"
Digging through one of his pockets, he takes out $100 before handing it to her, "i did some odd jobs for some people, nothing dangerous, i promise"
She strokes his cheek, "Such a hard worker my baby boy is but that money is yours, you worked hard for it"
Shaking his head, he grabs her hand and put the money in it, "As you said, the money is mine and now I'm giving it to you, spend it on yourself or the apartment"
She gives him a gentle smile before nodding, "Okay, I'll save up enough to have someone fix our windows, deal?"
After agreeing with his mom, he enters his room and drifts off to sleep.
The next three days consisted of the same routine, going out, pickpocketing, practicing parkour, and finishing with some boxing.
It wasn't until the snow started to melt that he received my first BIG quest.
[Quest: Become a Murderer - Reward: 25,000xp & Random Mastered Skill]
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he looks at the quest all day long, he always lived his life on the principle of taking advantage of everything that came his way... but... this might be too much.
The experience points alone would allow him to level up at least five times, and the random skill was like the cherry on top.
Running his hands through his pitch-black hair, he accepts the quest with a heavy heart.
Leaving my apartment, he takes the pocket knife from his inventory and heads towards an alleyway, a few blocks away from my house.
Looking around to make sure he's not being watched, he put up my hood and covers his face with a red scarf.
Seeing a homeless old man laying on the ground, sleeping while smelling of alcohol. he places the tip of the knife against his throat with shaky hands.
Thoughts ran through his head, what if he has a family? what about the people he cares for?
With a stifled scream, he pushes the knife deep into the man's heart, hearing his breathing stop, he drops to my knees.
Sitting on the ground overlooking the body, even his ability [Tranquility] can't stop the tears from flowing out of his eyes.
[Quest Reward: 25,000xp & Random Mastered Skill]
[Level Up] [Level Up] [Level Up] [Level Up] [Level Up] [Level Up] [Level Up] [Level Up] [Level Up]
[Mastered Skill: Lockpicking]
Grasping his head as everything to do with the lockpicking becomes one with his body and mind... forms, techniques, experience, mastery.
He now sits at level twenty, with thirty free stat points & one hundred and twenty free skill points.
Deciding to spend the points later, he climbs the fire escape and head for the roof.
After around five minutes of roof jumping, he finds himself on the rooftop of his apartment building.
'Okay, i can pray later for God to forgive me but right now, let's check my stats'
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Titles: None
Name: Elias Wayne
Race: Human
Age: 13
Level: 20
Stat Points: 30
Skill Points: 120
Store Coins: 1,600
[Base Stats]
Strength: 9
Perception: 12
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 18
Agility: 10
Luck: 13
[Skills]
Cooking Lvl 34, Massage Lvl 48, Parkour Lvl 32, Pickpocket Lvl 12, Cold Resistance Lvl 64, Heat Resistance Lvl 30, Sneak Lvl 21, Boxing Lvl 12, Pain Resistance Lvl 15.
[Mastered Skills]
English, French, Spanish, Walking, Running, Jumping, Lockpicking.
[Passive Abilities]
Tranquility, Water Breathing, Glide, Danger Sense, Perfect Balance.
[Active Abilities]
None
[Inventory]
$400, Gold watch, Pocket knife, Batarang.
==============================
'System, put two points into intelligence before putting Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Agility, and Luck up to fifteen'
Rather than feeling great pain like every other time he has distributed points, this time, he collapsed... for four hours.
Waking up, he felt as if he had a completely new body, his strength and speed had doubled, his senses were beyond better, and felt more confident in himself.
Rising to his feet, he realizes that he's now a few inches taller, his shoulders were slightly broader, and his muscles had more definition 'onto my next task'
'System, increase my sneak to max level then put my remaining points into pickpocket'
[Due to the user mastering Sneak, Walking, Running, and Jumping, the user has been granted the passive ability, Ghostly Steps]
[Ghostly Steps: the user's footsteps are now completely silent, no matter if they are walking, running, sneaking, or jumping]
Before he can even be impressed by the skill, he grabs his head due to the flood of new information entering his brain on everything to do with sneaking, and various forms of pickpocketing.
Finally, after five minutes of the new information mending into his soul and body, he quietly enters his apartment and drifts off to sleep once more.
[Please tell me in brutal honesty, did you prefer the story being in first-person like this. I woke up from school to find mother cooking my favorite breakfast]
[Or, so you prefer third-person like this chapter?]

My name is Elias, I'm thirteen years old, male, i like sunset picnics and long walks on the beach...

In all seriousness, ever since i could remember, I've had... something... it's like a system from a game, it has stats, skills, perks, quests, and much more.

At first, i tried to ignore it but when you live in Gotham, you need to take every advantage that comes your way.

Did i forget to mention that I'm the son of Bruce Wayne?

*⚠ Some are sensitive ⚠*


February XX I.C 319, mid winter. 

"Yoi-nii, Yoi-nii! Can we go further?" Sayuri said while tapping Yoite's hand as she sat on he's lap. 

But Kuroko seems to snort and refuted, "Sayuri! You've already rode millions of times! Let Yoi-nii pick another host to rode the cart! I want it too! And everyone do! "

Pushing a hand and about to spill a mouthfull of blood, Yoite slid both of his hand in Sayuri's forearms and carry her out of his lap. 

"Now, now" he lectured, "I've already told you that this was not a cart but a wheelchair. If you all rode in, the wheelchair might broke. Do you want to be punished by Shinju-nii?"

The group of kids shook their heads, "No" but soon giggled, "But Shinju-nii would never punish us, especially you, Yoi-nii"

Sayuri conceded, "Ump! Shinju-nii told us that hurting others meant bad and he'll never hit any of his brother so as he's patients! "

Thereafter, the corner of her eyes are seeping by tears, "But Shinju-nii never showed himself after Yoi-nii woke up from coma. Did Shinju-nii already tired of taking care of hopeless patients? Did Shinju-nii already hated us? "

This group of kids are patients inside the Pearl Hospital of the Capital. All of them are diagnosed by a polio virus that causes them to be seperated from the main building and treated on a small center down the hill where the Hospital's garden erected. 

Ever since Yoite saw them from he's room's window, he was provoked to approached on them despite of being aware of it's danger and threat. 

From what Sayuri said, Yoite was convinced that Shinju left the kids because of him, "INVOLUNTARILY".

From the guild urging within him, Yoite can only pat Sayuri's head and beckoned to the rest of the gloomy brats. 

"You know what? Shinju-nii was very brave to heal a person from viruses! " he exclaimed. 

"Right now, he must be very busy fighting them in order to make all of you visit an amusement park! Didn't you all dreamed to ride on a squid's tentacles? Or drove a cart, race and more? "

The group of kids nod, "Mn! Yoi-nii and Shinju-nii promised us! "

Then Yoite smiled, "Therefore, you all need to be patience and wait for Shinju-nii's back. If all of you kept wailing and crying all day, you'll no longer that strong to protect Shinju-nii. So be tough and figth that virus okay? "

However, the respond didn't satisfied Yoite since... It was not even delivered by the group of kids. 

"Yoite, didn't I told you not to leave you're room? Are you going to defy me again?" It said. 

The group of kids fleetfootedly rushed inside the center like birds frightened by the hissing of a bowstring. Even without an eye to look for the cause, Yoite already knew who's the "archer".

"You scared them again" 

Then swirl his wheelchair and faced 'him', "You don't need to worry whether I'll catch their virus or not. Also, don't be mean to them, Kohaku-san"

There, erected like madam, crossed it hands and still brow's shifted, Kohaku can only sigh as he went down the hill, "Can't you—for at least just stay inside while I'm gone? Such a smart guy but an airhead, you're the very definition of 'waste' "

Felt being pieced by spear directly in his chest, Yoite slightly frown and retort, "Such a beauty but a rooster, you're the very definition of 'trap' "

Everyday, every night, almost he's days can be drawn as a life cycle without haste nor dots. No such ellipsis to recognize as continuity, no such chapters to bide the story, nor memory. 

The only thing Yoite knew as he woke up was being comatosed for 7whole years and the only one who took care of him was no one but Kohaku. 

He was also said to be an adopted son of the Royal Family. 

Thereafter, everything was just a piece of dust without weight nor use. 

He was always aware that Kohaku was the only thing necessary. That is why, even with hearsays about him inside the Hospital, he didn't even cared about his connection whether he's a prince nor noble. 

He's father, Sasaki Lieu was also said to be out of the country so as he's brothers. 

The village he once live at was burn because of an accident. 

And him, said to preferred as Kohaku's Aide instead of following he's father at the district sod. 

This was all base from Kohaku. 

Everything were all said by him. Even what happen during he's slumber, things that they done together and so forth. It feels nostalgic so Yoite believed him but..... 

Something was really pungent within his wholesome. 

Something was acrid from his origin. 

Something from his existence was an absurdity. 

And someone.... was missing within him. 

It was a long.... long.... long period of time ever since he spend his days inside. But it was too long that made him forgot how to handle the sense of time. 

Sometimes, he found himself blank and unconsciously moved in other places. Sometimes, once he blink in broad daylight, he somewhat manage to open his eyelids but late at night. This was all because of a trauma and diagnosed with a temporary dementia. 

Since it's very rare for youngsters to have dementia among 10% of population, the plan of keeping a low profile was gone. 

Though Kohaku told him that 'he was comatosed', it's not unavoidable when people started to gossip about his past. 

This only drive him to desire the luculent life he had 7years ago. 

Nonetheless, the persistent of accepting what Kohaku said hindered him to do so. And seeing him in such a deep wonders provoked Kohaku to inquire. 

"Are you doubting me? " he asked. 

Yoite didn't responded. 

Kohaku sighed with awe, "Yoite, you've slept for 7 years. You didn't done anything. Don't believe those hearsays and gossips arround you" then patted Yoite's head, "Don't worry, starting tomorrow, I'll forbid them to talk about you okay? "

On the contrary, Yoite nobbed Kohaku's hand and place it over he's cheek, "Kohaku-san, stay for the night would you?"

He never listened. 

"If I spend another night alone, Kohaku-san, I don't think I can hold myself any longer" he added. 

Kohaku was rather surprised. He shifted his sleeves only to hid his blushing face inside. 

Though he didn't responded, Kohaku's answer was very obvious. The way Kohaku pulled his hand out of Yoite's grasp only to push him back on VVIP room was preferable to consider as excite than shame. 

It was still in broad daylight but as Yoite sat over the white-bumpy canopy, he pulled the hallow sleeve from Kohaku's sakutai. While Kohaku himself seems to anticipated it and fixed on Yoite's lap— with both legs spread to locked Yoite's thighs. 

From he's bestows, Yoite was enlighten to open a conversation and mock, "Arā Kohaku-san, you seems to like the way I treat you. You're aren't hidding my past but trying to kept my harasses towards you huh? "

Thus Kohaku leaned his chin over Yoite's shoulder and wrapped his hands around Yoite's back, "Of course not. You're nothing but an obscure maniac. Self-seeking-beauty for pleasure insights, Am I not enough to light you?" he asked. 

But on Yoite's respond, Kohaku suddenly felt every of his fine hairs stood straight without warns. 

"W-wai—What are you doing?!" He stammered, "S-stop that at once a-aren't you sick?! "

On that moment, Yoite glide a hand until it reached Kohaku's hem. Slid inside and found a fragile ditch. From the sudden goose bumps, Kohaku manage to identify the foreign sensation went inside of him—it was 'somebody's' slender fingers. 

 It was as if 2 at a time!

Nonetheless, Yoite even laughed at him and spat, "Aiyah..... It's tight. Lubricating. Kohaku-san, can't you just relax?"

Rather humiliated, Kohaku grasped Yoite's shoulder and tightened his grip. Groans were also sealed within his throat, brows knitted and tears seeping from his eyes, "How Am I able to relax moron!"

But the fingers inside seems to multiplied! 

Kohaku can neither struggle nor refuse. Legs wrapped stiffly around  Yoite's waist and afraid to move from the curren possition. 

Does giving retorts made Yoite to do so?! 

Barking at the wring tree was not a crime but a SIN! 

It was not a surprised that a moil and soft yet thick feather wrapped the side of his neck with warm liquids and bites. 

And still this torture was not done yet! 

Other hand started to move with an eccentric style. 

First appeared to frisked Kohaku's back but soon pressed him in demand. 

Followed by a hollow movement as if Yoite started to rub himself onto Kohaku. Thus it melt him on the spot. 

The mixture and combination of wierd stuffs made Kohaku speechless. He somewhat found himself enjoying the intercourse and gasping along with Yoite's motions. 

On the other hand, Yoite was still laughing while bite marks about to brim Kohaku's neck. 

"Hehe... Kohaku-san, you're rather sensitive than I thought. You're still stubborn to accept what you wanted" he mocked. 

And since Kohaku couldn't restrain himself from gasping, he dug his fingers on Yoite's shoulder as an indication of shut. 

Nevertheless, Yoite still had no intention to stop and even hurled harder. 

Then he cackled, "Luckily you're body was honest. Kohaku-san, it is you who preferred me to stay on a wheel chair even if I can walk myself. Are you forcing me to hamper my temptations?"

Furthermore, Kohaku turn too numb to move his tongue and talk. 

From the very genesis, he didn't even dared to open his eyelids only to meet the sword-cat-emerald-eyes. However, he was provoked to do so having felt leak of his own saliva dows to his chin. 

And on that fast scenario, finally, the "amber" met the "emerald". Yoite's eyes are wide open as if he's been waiting for Kohaku to notice him. Those both red ties started to twirl and still on motion to diligently attent the burning erection, seeming ever so devout. 

Just in time, as the sudden bout of pleasure ripple from below, crowling across his body through his spine, Kohaku unconsciously bit Yoite's tongue with an audible groan. 

It was still "not direct" but Kohaku already thought of "forbidding" Yoite to act like a beast, tardily devouring his prey in such "position".

He was very exhausted to the point that letting his posture fade and fully surrendered himself on Yoite's support. 

'Thus it hurt, it's worth'

He knew it sounds wrong but still insisted to notion himself, candidly. 

Moreover, while this "prey" was panting, this d*mn  beast was not only cackling like a hag but laughing like a loon. 

"Kohaku-san, it's not like it's the first time, it's not even worth to say 'in bed' nor 'into bed with me'...." 

There, as the last word was tossed, Yoite felt a shallow bump on Kohaku's first over his chest. But instead of consolidation, THIS MOTHER[BEEB]-ER STILL MANAGED ON THOUGHTS TO LAUGHT THE ACTION! 

Notwithstanding, as Kohaku's hits started to moved rapidly, as if every land doubled the last dabs. The very shallow and gentle poke turn out to be a thwack carry out by strong resentment and hostility. 

He can no longer laught but spill a mouthfull of blood. 

Young lady, this gentleman was a patient.... NOT A F*CK*NG PUNCHING BAG THAT YOU CAN JUST PUNCH ANYTIME! 

Yet in second thoughts;  this might be a karma from the "masochist" to the "sadist".

Though the masochist himself didn't even enjoyed being thrust indirectly. 

After the sequence of silence, Yoite found the right and safe time of pull Kohaku out of his grasp. But the moment Yoite pulled him, he was provoked to pressed Kohaku back on how he used to place at. 

The glances that Yoite expected was a gentle yet sultry expression, but truth only pierce his chest; it was a glare, cheek puffed at left side, brows twitching, teeths grinning and wafting in red steam— now tell him, was that safe? 

"Try to do it without my permission, I'm serious upon killing you" he added. 

But Yoite immediately shooked his head, "No, you had the wrong idea! I thought you're sleeping and..... "

"And what? Provoked to thrust inside dressless? "  Kohaku interrupted, "Do that, and I'll kick you out of the bed! "

Sobbing, Yoite unwillingly nod, "I understood"

Thereafter, Kohaku sought the slumber and face Yoite as precautions, "Try to move funny" then made a scissor form of his finger and added, "I'll cut that 'man' of yours"

Yoite's smiled like a needle concealed in silk floss before gulping thin airs, "I-I see. Then I shall guard my 'flag' before it invaded by 'someone's' swords"

Only after that, Yoite was now assured about the missing puzzle piece of the jigsaw; it was not Kohaku nor pleasure from Kohaku that made him partial. 

But how come even with that, he can't accept the fact that.... It was not indeed Kohaku? 

Adding the insights of seeing him sleeping soundly made Yoite's chest felt thousands of needles piercing rather than melting on tender aura. 

He laid beside Kohaku who's currently placed a log possition while both hands in front of it's face as if an infant being cradled. Yoite popped one hand to support his head while other teasing Kohaku's bangs by fingers. 

"Even if you're not the puzzle piece, can't I just consider a lie within me? " he whispered to himself. 

But on what he's doing didn't satisfied him and tempted to touch other than head and glide down to Kohaku's abdoment. But the moment that fingers about to reach the sensitive area, the scissoring and slicing sound with "cut" word enunciation arose within his mind and immediately fold his finger onto a fist and smacked his face. 

He couldn't control himself but to get tempted over in one figure beside. 

In the end, he slept beside Kohaku while deliberately slid a hand in the hallow of Kohaku's neck, wrapped around it's back and other placed over Kohaku's side. 

Thereafter, a vision of flowerbeds surround him.

The broad day light peeking from thick, white clouds directly hit his eyes and saw a hallow figure amidst the platform. 

[ Ka-i-jou ] it said. 

Yoite tried to approach but hindered by the flowerbeds. The rainbow splash under and over the flower petals suddenly turn lilacs and soon became a lavender path. 

But instead of being amused, Yoite was rather horrified. The word "Kaijou" arose within him, redundant and endless. It was as if every calls are spout in different ways and tone. 

This monotonous voice was very nostalgic. 

He somewhat realized that it must've came from the figure from before. But it was a shock to see the figure on his arms. 

The lavender perfumes wafted along with the figure's embrace.

This sense, the fragrance and the figure was also very similar to a person he treasured but...... who was this "person" he treasured anyway? 

He was very cinfused yet excite at the same time. The heat suddenly ignited across his veins. 

This person was indeed the missing piece! 

Yoite was exulted  to the fullest yet disappointed at a time. 

"Who are you? " he asked. 

But the figure only smiled for a moment before it repond, "Kaijou, aren't you going to treat me? "

Yoite was befuddled, "What treat? Who's Kaijou? "

The figure chuckled and place both of it's hand over Yoite's shoulder, "Kaijou... Are you dreaming? "

On that moment, Yoite abruptly woke up, racing along with his breaths as if almost drown under water. This also made Kohaku to open his eyelids only to see Yoite urging with despise and beaming in disgust. 

"What happen? Are you okay? " he asked. 

But as Yoite faced him, smilling but tears seeping from his eyes, the intense vibration in his body made Yoite's voice trembled as he asked "Anhuei" with sense of longing.

"Where.....is my angel?"

"Homework is just to practice the fire-making charm. Have a good weekend," Professor Ballester's smooth, almost sleepy sounding, voice dismisses us as he moves to tend to a plant bed. 
Waiting near the back of the greenhouse, I approach the curly short haired Professor once the glass room empties. Aside from the library, the greenhouses' have the best atmosphere in the school. The light being filtered through the glass overhead imbued the room with a pleasant light. Polin's and aromas of widely varying scents swirled together and merged with the fresh dirt to breed a welcoming feeling. 
Having no other way to get his attention, I tap on his shoulder. My touch jolts him slightly, yet he turns around with his deep blue foggy eyes; blooming with cool excitement. 
"You have a question?" he asks, taking his gloves off and running a hand through his, red hinted, brown short curls. Professor Rodrigo Ballester can only be described as a brilliant Italian muggle-born sloth with grandpa energy; which is weird because he's in his 30s. Both his ripped jeans and tie-dye shirt are covered in grass and dirt stains. His somehow pleasant forest smell links perfectly with his warm and inviting demeanor. 
'Could Moly be a possible remedy to Sectumsempra or my brand?' I ask, hopefully, as he scratches at his scruffy beard. After doing some research, Herbology looked to be the most likely candidate to help remove the magical pain from Sectumsempra; I might not be able to get rid of the nasty scar across my face, but at the very least I can find a way to cure the pain. 
It was difficult to tell someone about the torture but it was the only way to get an expert's help. I was going to try to talk to the Head of the Herbology Department, Professor Sprout, but she seems to be avoiding me.
"Reading ahead have you?" he asks, giving a quick chuckle in the beginning. His question paints my face red as I give a jerky nod.
"Unfortunately, It wouldn't affect either. The phantom magic pain you have from Sectumsempra doesn't look to be an intended effect of the spell, hence it isn't an enchantment so it wouldn't alleviate your pain. It's more likely that your rune would be disabled by Moly but that's not how Moly works."
'What do you mean?' his eyes brighten more at the follow-up question.
"Do you remember what the categories of spells are?"
Tilting my head back at the amount of writing I have to do, I sigh as I speed up my writing, 'Yes it was our first Charms lesson. There are two types of spells, dark and not. Non-dark spell types are Charms and Transfiguration. Dark spell types are Hex, Jinx, and Curse.'
"Moly only stops the effects of Enchantments- another term for Charms. Both afflictions you have are caused by dark spells. Sectumsempra is most definitely a Curse and your brand is probably a Jinx."
'But aren't Jinxes and Curses just Dark Charms?'
You could see the gears turning in Professor Ballester's head as he struggled to figure out how to explain, "All you need to know is Enchantments used to mean Non-dark Charms but years of debate and changing naming conventions has made Charms mean, sometimes, Non-dark Charms and some terms, like the definition of how Moly works, has kept its original meaning. It's hard to explain and a jumbled mess."
The disappointment of Moly not working fights with the satisfaction of learning more as I put on a brave face for Professor Ballester, 'Thank you for explaining.' 
"While it is true that many magical remedies come from Herbology, I think you should talk with Professor Quirrell for ways to get rid of Sectumsempra. For the rune I'd say Sheda is one of the foremost experts in charms," he gives a small smile while giving his recommendations.
I knew it was more likely that DADA and Professor Babbling would give me answers but I don't trust Professor Quirrell and it just feels easier to talk with Professor Ballester about this stuff. He has just that air about him.
'I'll consider it,' is my last note to him as I leave the room. Early autumn air whips my artificially straightened hair around as I glide along the stone path. It's nice to get out once in a while. I keep my distance from the Whomping Willow as I climb the hill back into the main castle. 
The juxtaposition of my two classes today dawns on me as I battle with the wind to close the door. First I had Potions with Professor Snape. It was fun; I had an answer for every question he threw at the class and wasn't behind. 
While Professor Snape has no patience with students, doesn't seem to like kids, and shows undeniable favoritism, you can't deny his mastery of the subject, his clear explanations, and his complete control over his classroom. His playing favorites irritated me at times but hey, what are you going to do?
Professor Ballester, on the other hand, can be clumsy, forgetful, and lax. You would think that this would mean that the class is a disorganized mess but he never forgets the important stuff, his explanations aren't' as clear at times but draw you in and get you interested. 
The warm calm air about him makes the class feel like they can mess and joke around but do their work and be serious at the same time. Both work, but are very different. It's like going from drill sergeant to hippie. 
The sight of Cedric coming toward me snaps me out of my comparison as the memory of him discovering my secret slaps me in the face. Without missing a beat, I turn on my heel and head in the opposite direction; hoping that he won't notice me before I can turn off this Hallway. 
The amount of effort I've gone to avoid him is equal, sometimes less, to how hard he's tried to talk with me. I don't know if he's going to blackmail me or what but I'm going to delay finding out as long as possible. 
"Catlyn! Wait up!" his yell echoed through the empty hall, stopping me in my tracks. I take a deep breath in and out as I turn around to face him; I can't run from the brother of my friend forever. My shoulders tighten as he approaches, readying for the beating, both physical or verbal, that might be thrown my way.

Book 1, Catlyn Ollivander and the Mana Potion;
Join Catlyn Ollivander, the adopted daughter of the famous wandmaker Garrick Ollivander, as she struggles through her years at Hogwarts, deals with her miserable excuse for a social life, her own self-worth issues, and an unexpected side effect of being born half-dead. 

Book 1.5, Catlyn Ollivander and the Sacred Twenty-Eight;
You'll have to wait!

Book 2, Catlyn Ollivander and the Wand Licencing Exam;
You'll have to wait!

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Five months later....

After Professor Xavier broke the news about the unfortunate accident, I was downed for a couple days. Always staying in my new room at the X-mansion and staring at the necklace my mother gave to me.

Remembering her smiling face and caring nature gave me a terrible heartache and the feeling of loneliness surged. Keeping these thoughts in my head, I let it serve a new purpose. Motivation. A drive to control my powers.

"Since this is the Marvel, there will be a bunch of crazy sh*t happening. And I can't stand by and do nothing when I have powers." I said to myself. 

Having the drive to be better, I completely focused on controlling my powers. Focusing on lowering my own body temperature to create my ice form, trying to create ice sculptures with a thought, surfing on ice, just about anything I could think of I tried.

I practically lived in the Danger Room practicing my combat capabilities, lethal and non-lethal. 

Seeing my work ethic Professor X began to grow nervous, just the sheer progress that I was making was inhuman. He began to doubt his choice in changing Robert's memories. 

Professor Xavier tried to steer me off course my training by encouraging me to continue my education, and tried to enroll me in Bayville Highschool.

I outright refused, telling him I can pass highschool with ease, since I have before in my previous life. Seemingly not convinced he made me take the exams for a GED, which I promptly passed. 

During the five months I also met Logan, or better known as the Wolverine. He was blunt and a bit brutish at first, but when I challenged him to a fight every single day....he hated me for annoying him. 

But he has a degree of respect for me for my ridiculous training regime. And we became workout buddies. 

But the biggest change that happened during my 5 month training was my body. Only 15 years old but standing at 5ft 8, a formation of a 6 pack, and quality muscle definition in my arms and legs. Looking at myself in the mirror I go insane because Iceman shouldn't have super healing and super steroids in his powerset.

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In the Danger Room....

"You ready bub?" Logan growled out 

"Always ready Wolvie." I go into a combat stance and instantly my body turns into solid ice. 

Growling at his nickname he charges forward claws out. "Damn! With your murder claws!?" I quickly create an ice wall between us and jump backwards. 

"GRRAAHH!!" Logan slashes through the wall, picking up a block of ice and throws it at me while charging forward. 

Before my feet touch the ground a slur of ice shoots out beneath my feet and quickly forming into an ice board. Sliding out of the thrown ice block, I glide around Logan blasting him with a wave of frost and snow. 

Logan tries to shake off my mini blizzard but quickly turns into an ice block with his head sticking out. 

"Hey! I said close combat you snowball!" Wolverine yelled out. 

"Close combat?! With those claws you got on you?" I retort with surprise, "You'll gut me like a fish!" 

"Tch...I wasn't gonna hurt you that bad." He muttered. I sigh and snap my fingers causing the ice to crack and break freeing Logan. 

"You started this." I pointed at him. 

"YOU SHOULD'VE JUST COOLED MY BEER!!" 

"I'M NOT YOUR WALKING COOLER!!!" 

"BOYS." Ororo's voice suddenly sounded out over the intercom. Logan and I stop arguing and look towards the viewing window at her. 
"The Professor has called Robert to meet with him." She informed us. Logan and I huff at each other and head upstairs towards Charles. 

Arriving in front of Charles Xavier's office I could hear voices discussing quietly, catching some words like, 'family', 'memories', and 'sensitive'. 

Locking those words away for now I knock on the door and hear the Professor's voice signaling me to come in. Entering the room I see the Charles and an unknown middle aged woman who has brown hair and blue eyes. 

"Robert I have some fantastic news." Charles smile beaming towards me, "I have heard about your interests in genetics and molecular biology." 

I raise an eyebrow and nod, very confused to where he was heading. 

"The woman beside me is Doctor Moira Kinross, a world renowned geneticist and molecular biologist. And a mutant expert as well." Professor Xavier introduced her grandly. 

"Also an old flame." Moira Kinross winked. 

My face lit up in understanding. 'Damn I didn't know Xavier had girlfriends. I thought he was born in that wheelchair.' 

"Nice to meet you Dr.Kinross." I happily greeted her and charmingly shook her hand. "It will be an honor learning from you." 

"Ooh what a gentleman." She gushed, "And quite a looker." Her eye's practically stripping my body, making me blush from embarrassment. 

"Ahem.." Xavier butted in. "Since you so adamantly refused public education. I thought why not bring in an expert on a subject that interests you." 

"Thank you for this Professor, but I think you just want me to take a break on my training." I replied back.  

Xavier laughed my comment off, "Well a strong body is nothing without a smart mind." 

After the general meet and greet, I gave Dr. Kinross a tour of the mansion, introducing her to Logan and Storm, and helped her settle in one of the many rooms. 

A few weeks go by as I receive my lessons from Dr. Kinross, and boy were they difficult. For starters in my previous life I was just an average guy, heck even the old Bobby wasn't a genius. Learning molecular biology and genetics was like eating my own body. Frustratingly hard. 

Compelled with the will to almost never give up, I tried my hardest and expanded my knowledge on the human body. 

Throughout the many lessons I provided a sample of my blood to Dr. Kinross for her to study when she requested it and there were some shocking results. 

"This is amazing!" She squealed, her Scottish accent coming in as she geeked over my blood. "Your blood freezes any harmful foreign cells. It's an amazing defense system and your blood freezes completely after a certain amount of time out of your body. Almost like a failsafe to those who want it!" 

"But thats not the most mind blowing thing." Dr. Kinross paused for dramatic effect and looked deep into my eyes with wonder and fascination. "YOU ARE NOT HUMAN!!" She screamed with joy. 

Blinking blankly for a few moments before...."WHAT?!?!" I jumped out of my chair holding my head and muttering incoherently while walking in circles. "What do you mean I'm not human." I interrogated her. 

"I'm sorry let me explain." She quickly backtracked. "I meant to say, you part human and part something else entirely." 

A hundred thousand thoughts quickly run through my head as I try to figure out what I am and all the weird stuff thats been happening. 'So this is why I have an advanced healing, and why I'm changing so quickly. Did activating my mutation trigger my non human side?' 

"Aarrghhh!" I rub my head in frustration trying to deal with this new found information.

"Hey don't worry Robb." Dr. Kinross putting a hand on my shoulder as she tried to comfort me. "At least you're still human, right?"

Reincarnated in the Marvel Universe, within the Spider fanfiction, loved that fanfiction

Its a fanfiction of a fanfiction while I read about fanfiction.

Just for fun, Might write more If i get into it.

When the new mermaid gets comfortable enough, he swims up to the edge and they haul him out along with Kyouya to dump them in the ocean. They have no idea what mermaids eat ("Humans," Byakuran chimes in) so keeping them in the pool is probably a bad move.
Kyouya takes off like a shot but apparently that's not a normal speed since the other mermaid tries to follow and quickly gets left behind. The brunet makes his way back to the small island instead and hovers worriedly as the humans stare at him in fascination.
"I'm going to pet it," Byakuran declares and takes off.
...
Kyouya glances back over his shoulder to check that he's lost Tsuna and then finally slows to a lazy glide through the water. If he doesn't have to deal with the herbivore then he's not going to.
A piece of wood floats by, later followed by a scrap of white sail.
Oh, Kyouya thinks. More humans. He smirks and blurs through the water, turning left and up closer to the surface where the humans would be floating.
He follows the trail of destruction until he's coasting along the side of a sunken -or perhaps still growing- island, narrow but tall enough to be perhaps twenty tails under the surface of the water. The water is a bit warmer here so Kyouya knows that fire burns below.
The pseudo island is covered in coral and speckled with bright and colourful fish that dart out of Kyouya's way when he passes. A vast majority of the wooden vessel is in pieces and resting along the top of the rocky tower.
Kyouya circles it several times but the only humans he finds are already dead. He swims deeper, passing along the sides. The fire forms strange shapes when it cools, often leaving pockets and complicated tunnels.
Kyouya slows down and listens intently at each hole in the rock. If there was a human inside he should be able to hear them constantly coughing in their silly language.
"…goi…ave…orry…"
Kyouya immediately ducks inside, only hesitating a few moments at each fork in the tunnel. He has to guess a few times and inevitably backtracks a lot, but eventually he emerges into a larger chamber.
"Please, God. Let's just … make a deal, okay?" the human mumbles into its interlaced fingers. Its knees are curled up against its chest, the human sitting on a high shelf, looking sickly and pale.
There are bags and wooden boxes bunched up beside the human and also dumped into the water below. Probably food and water considering it's lasted this long despite the broken vessel outside already being occupied by fish.
The human purses its lips. "I will … believe in you, if you do this for me. I mean I'll try to believe in you. You're kind of … kind of my last hope." The human sighs. "No going to lie, still waiting on Poseidon to answer. I'd take Satan as well, I'm not to fussed."
Kyouya peers around the room. There's only one human here, sunlight for hair and skin a warm tan. Kyouya likes it, it's rather pretty.
"Hell can't possibly be that bad," the human muses. "And having a soul is overrated anyway. I don't even know what a soul does, is it like an appendix? Alright, I will auction my soul to whoever gets here first, okay? I think that's fair."
Kyouya rises from the water, grabs the rock ledge, and hauls himself up until he's sitting beside the human with his tail still half below the water.
The human looks up when it hears the splash and stares at Kyouya in shock with bright golden eyes.
Kyouya leans towards it. "I will call you Dino," he says, in honour of his lost seahorse.
...
It's mostly knowledge from the smuggler brothers and the navy soldiers that help them pin point where they are.
They fit together enough maybes and guesses and estimates to finally think that they're somewhere near a normal trade route, drifted by currents and the half-hearted kicking to one direction they did when they were still on the rafts.
They should be able to wave down a ship, if only it comes close enough.
They're prepared with an entire play's worth of charades for when Kyouya gets back the next day, but they quickly get distracted when they notice a blond man is being dragged along behind the mermaid on a piece of wood.
Colonnello and Skull wade into the water and drag the man the last few meters onto the sand where the stranger flops down and rolls in the dry, warm grains.
Yeah, they all know that feeling, so apart from dropping some fruit near him and Reborn doing a quick check, they leave him alone for a while.
He sits up by the time the sun reaches its peak and grins, deliriously happy. "Hey, so my name is Cavallone. Nice to meet you?"
Cavallone was swept up in the same murderous weather when the storm passed on from their misery and targeted Cavallone's ship instead a few days later. He had a small crew since it was supposed to be a two week journey out of nostalgia, mostly spent skipping through a few tiny islands that he visited when he was a child on his father's ship.
In turn, they go through a round of introductions, Cavallone actually recognising Reborn by name. He also vaguely seems to know Byakuran as another heir to a large family fortune.
"Horse racing!" Mukuro cries in realisation. He lost four grand to a shit runner named Enzo, Mukuro is not likely to forget.
"Oooooh," Byakuran drags out. "Okay, I remember your family now."
They give a brief history of how they got here. Glossing over the fact that it was a smuggling ship of course, and only focusing on how they got knocked down in the storm and then Kyouya finding them.
They then explain their latest plan to Cavallone before turning to a bored looking Kyouya who is petting Tsuna's hair like the brunet mermaid is a dog.
Long story short; the charades don't work. It takes a painfully long time to draw something good enough to even resemble a ship and it takes even longer to indicate to Kyouya that they want one.
The mermaid still looks a bit confused but he obligingly disappears under water, hopefully to bring back a ship.
"I hope they don't capture him," Skull says in concern, squishing his octopus to his chest for comfort.
"I hope he doesn't eat everyone and just bring back an empty ship," Daemon muses.
Fon frowns. "Why do you all keep saying that? Kyouya is not a killer."
"Fon," Colonnello sighs.
"Hold on," Verde says. "I think I know what the problem is. Fon, what is your definition of a violent killer?"
Fon considers it. "At least twenty people dead in a messy manner."
Reborn raises an eyebrow. "Why were you on the ship again? 'Framed', was it?"
Fon pastes on a ditzy smile. "Let's get you into the shade, Reborn."
"I'm fine right here," the doctor tries but he can't do much against the man when Fon has mastered a hundred and thirty-four martial arts and Reborn can barely walk.
They all watch Reborn get carried away by someone who is most likely a serial killer. It should be fine, Fon wouldn't hurt the only person who has any medical knowledge.
Right?
Lal stands up. "I'm going to … go into the shade." She strides quickly after Fon.

Kyouya is a mermaid, Fon is a human, and the other people lost at sea with them are just plain unhelpful.

(Updates Sun/Wed afternoon.)

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