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It was a usual occurrence for fellow arcade gamers to gather around to watch an intense match in the arcade. It was also not unusual for said match to be between you and Shinpachi. Sano was leaning on the machine next to yours wearing an amused expression. He knew there was no stopping either of you once you get fired up. Wrists flick gracefully, you managed to secure yet another stuffed toy from the machine. “Ha! I’m already at 50, give it up loser!” Shin cried out, fingers jabbing on the abused button and successfully grabbed another toy. From the corner of your eyes you can see Shinpachi throwing another teddy bear towa

It began when he killed his best friend. You don't need to bear this alone. Let me protect you. He was his protector from the harsh world. No one knows him better than he does. He is him after all. --- It irk him that Dui would let himself get close to this pathetic human. Didn't he learnt his lesson already? Never trust anyone. They're all hypocrites, you know that don't you, Dui? Dui feels faint as Shadow Dui took over his consciousness, all the while filling his thoughts with sweet, false words. It doesn't matter if he hates him. As long as he can protect Dui, he would gladly become the devil itself. Just close your eyes. Let me

"Your food is mine!!" In a blur, the tenpura in Harada's bento was stolen away by none other than Nagakura. Other classmates knew better than getting involved in one of their daily food war lest their own share gets stolen by him. You truly wonder the extent of his stomach. You've heard others jokingly said his stomach was just like an endless blackhole; maybe there was a glimmer of truth in all those rumours. Responding as quickly in retaliation, you blocked Nagakura's chopstick with your own before he devours Harada's share. "Shin, we had a deal remember? No stealing other people's food," you said with a raised eyebrow. Clenching his teet

It was a week before Rysvan's license examination and Ishmere had selflessly offered his assistance. He didn't volunteered his help for fun but out of fear. He feared the carefree child would crash into innocent side walkers on the road or worst get himself into an accident and kill himself. He was known to be a clumsy airhead after all. To be honest, Ishmere thinks he deserved to be called a saint for being such a caring friend. His brother found out that he was going to help Rysvan out and insisted he waited for them early in the morning, his Cheshire grin ever present. Aidan sent them off with that infuriating smirk on his face probably

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Ishmere asked the blond working on assembling their new table. Thanks to Aidan's tendency of unleashing his hyperactive monstrosity in the house whenever he gets his grubby hands on sugar, the poor silver head had to fork out money from his own wallet yet again to replace Rysvan's dining table. Bless the blond for being such a patient angel with his useless brother. Then again he wished he'd just throw Aidan's sorry ass out on the streets. "Don't worry! This will be done in a jiffy." Rysvan casual replied, his tongue poking out in a typical concentrating manner. On normal circumstances, he'd thought it wa

He could only stare in horror at the sight in front of him. He knew he shouldn't get too attached. After all, every living things will die in the end. However, he would not. Aidan wasn't sure if it was the smoke-filled air that made him feel suffocated or if it was that he simply forgot to breathe. Every bone in his being seemed to forget its function as he ungracefully collapsed near the corpse that was once his brother. The assassin never really knew his brother, being separated at a young age, each having their own role to fulfil in this scornful world. It felt like a dream when their path finally clashed. Both with aligned purpose. B

Walking back from the store, you hummed happily with a package in hand. You knew Shusei wanted to try out that new zombie shooting game you both saw on tv the other night. Albeit you weren’t the biggest fan of these kind of games but you guess it’d be fun to play other kind of games once in a while. “I’m home!” you called out once you’ve entered your house. Stepping into the living room, you noticed Shusei relaxing on the couch watching some kind of foreign movie. He noticed you coming in and gave a beaming smile. “Welcome back. Come and sit here with me.” Shusei grinned at you, patting the spot

Screams echoed no matter where he went. Saint Haven has turned into shambles as Ishmere dragged his wounded self from wall to wall. There was so much blood dripping down his face, he can barely see where he's going. Tripping over his own feet, Ishmere stumbled trying to reach for anything to grab on however he was too drained to even hold on and fell onto flatten hay. Pain surged through his body, a scream threaten to rip out of his throat but he bit his lips till it bled. Not that bleeding more is going to do any harm to him. He knew his time was up. "You don't look too good." Ishmere stiffened at the sound of that voice. The voice of t

“Hey, Ishmere look at meee~!!” with a laugh, Rysvan turned and whirled around while flapping his wings. After a torturous round of maintaining her lands, Stella had cast a temporary spell on the two adventurers granting both with wings. The swordsmaster got a pair of golden wings while the paladin received black ones. The wings didn’t exactly let them fly but the sorceress had mentioned they could move faster than they normally could. Not to mention preventing Ishmere from tossed around for being a slowpoke. Ishmere denied he was slow it’s just that Rysvan has a habit of running around like a monkey which makes him

Rysvan’s eye twitched at the sight of his destroyed room. If one had just stumbled in at that moment, they’d have sworn a hurricane had pass through the room. He slowly shifted his gaze back and forth between the two brothers. Brothers who couldn’t be more different than day and night. One on side, Ishmere is sitting on the overturned bed glaring at his younger brother leaning against the opposite wall. In between them lie Rysvan’s possession; all strewn and broken. “Kekeke after all these years you still haven’t change, brother,” Aidan snickered. The assassin looked far too relaxed despite the heat