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Destiny says witnesses quickly started pouring milk on her children to try and alleviate the effects of the tear gas.
Second Glance - Chapter 8
How to Order a Commission From Me --
Today was a lazy day. There was no doubt about it. Stealing Destiny Jackson as a helper from the front row, Kashii sat crosslegged on his desk, reading off notecards. Today was a game of jeopardy to help study for the midterms. Destiny stood at the board, erasing the called tiles. The final category was filled with questions the students themselves had written.
“And History for 300… what year was the Women’s Liberation Movement?” His gold eyes scanned for the first raised hand. “... Devon?”
“1962.”
“No. Deduct 300 points from Team Red, Destiny.”
The girl erased the score and subtracted 300 from the overall score. She got the best gig out of all the students: She wasn’t in any of the teams, so she automatically took the winning score for playing teacher’s pet today. Some of Team Red were frantically raising their hands just to be before Devon without even being sure they knew the answer. It was the only thing that was keeping them out of the red. Kashii called on the second hand that raised.
“Tyler?”
“1967?”
“Good! 300 points to team Allstars.”
Allstars? Really? Well, whatever. The class had been split into three groups, and they each came up with their own name. Allstars, Red, and Beaters. Fucking random, these children. But hey, they were having fun, and was working well. This was a game Allanah had suggested he try, and it was working out well. The kids were learning through trivia and having fun at the same time. Doing this all day meant no homework, no lectures. Fun and lazy, and the winners get a prize of 20 extra points on the midterm, which will give quite a boost to those who get lower grades. Can anyone say “incentive?” Even Miller and Adachi were on-board. Adachi was supplying a good amount of correct answers for team Beaters. Miller, however, was a rotting cavity of confident wrong answers for team Red.
At the back of Team Red sat an aqua-haired girl who was slightly panicked. Mama and Papa would be so mad at her if she didn’t pass again… Hopefully they wouldn’t take her meals away again. Kotone hated it when they took her meals from her. She’d long since outgrown trying to eat dirt like when she was little, but birds had so many feathers, and the giant mice made her feel sick. Grass didn’t taste so good either. At least she got lunch at school. Yes! Kotone should feel blessed for that. Mama and papa couldn’t take away school lunch… or could they? Kotone didn’t want to find out. She absolutely had to pass the test. And with Devon getting so many pretty red numbers—no wait, red was bad, wasn’t it?— she feared she wouldn’t get the passing grade. Perhaps she’d ask Sensei about what she could do to pass. Other teachers were always so nice and gave her good grades. Surely he’d understand too, right? Of course he would!
Tempest Maelstrom looked from one player to another in annoyance. She was Team Allstars, had picked out the name herself, even. So why were they not the star players? Why were the Beaters winning? ‘Cheaters,’ not ‘Beaters,’ that’s what they should be called. The Beaters contained the smart kids of the class. Shizuka Adachi, Johanna Nishimura, Dana Smith, to name a few. Dana had the top grade of all the second years, and while Johanna had a little trouble in a classroom setting, she was excelling at this game activity. Naturally the low-end students, like Tyrone Peterson and David Stanton, had squabbled amongst themselves over who would be on that team, but the teams could only have nine people each, and few lucked out.
In the end, Team Beaters won, naturally including the score girl Destiny Jackson. Shizuka Adachi, David Stanton, David Seville, Tyrone Peterson, Johanna Nishimura, Dana Smith, Hana Stayback, Momo Kaji, and Kori Kownacki walked out with 20 extra points on their upcoming midterm when the bell rang. There was a certain Kotone Koizumi who was short of having a panic attack back in her proper seat at the back of the room. Oh no, she’d lost the game… what to do what to do! After school, for sure, she’d talk to Sensei.
At the beginning of second period, however, the schedule got switched up. Ten minutes into the jeopardy game, a first year entered the room without a knock or hello. Snow-white hair and crimson eyes, Kashii recognized him as Nao Aburame, the son of the headmistress. The class fell silent, all eyes watching the boy as he crossed the front of the room to stop in front of Kashii. The child was small, and there was nothing scary about him, but everyone in the school knew, they knew, that if Nao Aburame was crossed, they’d be lucky to escape unscathed. The boy had no fear. No emotion at all. He did what he was told, regardless of consequences, even if he had to kill himself to get it done. Word from Nao was word from the Headmistress herself. So Kashii felt a little nervous when the child came to a stop in front of him.
“Headmistress Hotaru wishes to speak with you, Kashii Namame.”
“... Ah, yeah. Okay. John, c’mere!”
The boy named John jumped up from his seat. He was just short of a teacher’s pet. Namame-sensei didn’t appear to even like John, but it mattered not. He was the most reliable student in class, and therefore a good choice to take over the game while Kashii was out.
“Read off these cards; they’re marked. You’ll get the winning points.” He raised his voice, addressing the class on a whole. “Listen to John. If any misbehavior occurs while I’m out, I promise points will be deducted from everyone’s tests, not added.”
There was an overall silence from the room. Namame nevermade promises, because he always chose to keep them. Promises that couldn’t be kept weren’t made. John took the flashcards from Kashii, looking through the questions that were on them, amused at some of the random choice ones. Leaning against the edge of Kashii’s desk, he gave a slight wave.
“I’ve got it handled.”
“Good.” Kashii turned back to Nao, who had been waiting patiently. “Let’s… go see the Headmistress then, yeah?”
A nod, and Nao silently led the teacher from the room.
* * *
“The skeletal structure of most animals is similar to a human’s.” Kagerou pulled up an overhead image on the projector, showing the arm bones of a human, whale, bat, lizard, and dog. He pointed to each with a dry erase pen as he explained. “While the shapes are different, all of these have the same bones. Humerus to connect the limb to the shoulder, radius and ulna to turn it. Carpals at the wrist, phalanges for the digits. Each animal has developed their own use for their… ah?”
Rou paused in his lesson when a white-haired boy came in the room, keys to the locked door disappearing into the jacket pocket of his crisp uniform. The buzz in the room quieted at the sight of the intruder. Puffs hopped down from the front tabletop, coming to investigate this newcomer. Even when she stood on her back legs, paw on his thigh, to reach for the key that dangled from the pocket, she may as well have not existed at all for as much reaction Nao gave her.
“Headmistress Hotaru would like to speak to you, Kagerou Aburame.”
Thank god his shades hid his expression, but they couldn’t hide the paleness in his face. Had his cousin found out? Hopefully not. Even if they were family, she would treat him as well as she would a complete stranger. There were so very few instances that the family connection would mean anything.
“Ah… your homework sheets are up front here,” Rou said to the class, tapping the table near a stack of papers. He clicked off the projector. “Work on them until I return.”
Puffs returned to her master’s side when he came out from behind his table, slipping out the door with him. Everyone knew who Puffs was. Some had even had personal negative experiences when she’d been left alone in the room without Rou for more than fifteen minutes. If the crying at the doors didn’t get to you, squatting and peeing in front of them did. The only remedy was to coddle her until Rou returned, and even so, she was noisy, calling for her daddy.
“Well, if it isn’t Chibi-kun.”
Kashii bristled. From the moment he’d met this Aburame, he’d been rubbed the wrong way. Not that there was anything wrong with him personally, just something about him…
“Didn’t expect to meet thereal Slim Shady.”
The two glared at each other, reloading with more insults to throw at each other, before Nao wedged himself in-between the older males without expression, staring blankly ahead.
“Shall I end the argument for you, or will you come?”
There was a pregnant silence between the three, and both Rou and Kashii withdrew, standing side-by-side and awaiting Nao to lead the way. The child was ten years younger than both of them, a first year to boot, yet held such a disgustingly high amount of authority over them. About halfway to the Headmistress’s office, their way was blocked by a custodian, sloshing his mop across the floor, muttering incessantly to himself.
“If only they knew,” he rambled, “how hard times used to be. Flippant children and their devices and carefree…”
“Shimei Kennou. You were washing this hall when I passed twenty minutes ago. Report to your other duties.”
Scarlet red eyes raised to meet Nao’s crimson, shaggy sky-blue hair distorting half of his face. Shimei did not like being addressed. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy speaking to people, oh no. It was that they didn’t enjoy speaking to him. Once, he was a war hero. Once. But when he’d become a Prisoner of War… things changed. His entire life changed. Who was he now? Who knew. Everyone except Shimei knew who he, himself, was. His instability made him incapable of finding other jobs, but Headmistress Hotaru must have seen something in him, for she allowed him to work as a custodian at her school.
Kashii blinked, slowly recognizing the features of the hollow man in a green jumpsuit. He had no love for the Army, no, but Shimei Kennou had been one of the best young soldiers the United States Armed Forces had ever seen. His name was known. His face was known. This man before him seemed to want to do everything in his power to hide his face, though. On one side of his face hung jaw-length hair, the other side obscured by a kerchief tied as a headband across his brow. He hunched against the mop, as if embarrassed to be pointed out specifically. Was this truly the man Kashii had heard stories of?
He’d heard tell of that war hero losing his mind when he’d been captured by the enemy. What had become of him was varied between the tellers of the stories, but as he watched the man move around with the mop, wiping up the remnants of the water he’d poured on the floor, he realized this hadto be that same person. He would be close to 35 now. Shimei seemed to fit that bill, and had the physical features to match. Perhaps it would be worth finding him on an off-day and having a chat.
Finally the trio were allowed to pass once the “Wet Floor” sign had been placed, Shimei continually muttering incessantly. One of these days, one of these days…. The pair of teachers looked up at the office door disdainfully when they reached it. It wasn’t the main office that was the issue, but instead the door that led to the Headmistress’s room deeper within. Were they in trouble? Who knew. But once they were welcomed into Hotaru’s office, the displeased expression she wore confirmed it. Nao went to stand by his mother’s side.
“I have brought Kagerou Aburame and Kashii Namame to you, my Mistress.”
Hotaru patted the boy’s head.
“When I said to call them by name, I didn’t mean their full name. Run along to class now, Nao.”
“Of course, Mistress. Forgive me.”
Without another word, the small boy disappeared out the office door off to his class. The two remaining males looked at the woman across the desk who was eyeing them with obvious displeasure.
“Take off those glasses, Kagerou. Youknow how I feel about that.”
“Ah… yes, sorry. I forgot.”
The Aburame male slipped the shades from his face, hooking them into the breast pocket of his white coat. Well, now that was a little better. Hotaru didn’t like when she couldn’t read others’ expressions. It was bad enough she was cooped up with these males in her office. Not seeing their thoughts would make it that much worse. She leaned forward on her desk with her elbows, resting her chin on her fingers. When she tilted her head, long, black hair fell like a curtain, blood-red eyes scrutinizing them.
Puffs looked from her daddy to Kashii, to the tall desk with the vaguely familiar scent sitting at it. She sniffed around the bluenette’s legs, just short of snorting the scent, fur on her spine raising. This was cat. This was different cat. This was cat smell. This was cat smell that did not belong to her. What was the meaning of this atrocity!? When she tried to correct this by rubbing against Kashii’s leg, she let a startled mew out when she found herself kicked underneath Hotaru’s desk, colliding with the woman’s leg.
Angry about this fact, Puffs mewled louder, hauling herself up the black pants leg and into the woman’s lap in an attempt to voice her complaints to everyone in the room. However, the cat found herself dangling in the air by the scruff the moment all four, small white paws had made a landing into Hotaru’s lap. Hotaru glowered at the wretched beast, who immediately tucked tail and curled up within her grip, ears flat. Without a word, Hotaru flung the small beast onto her master, Rou fumbling to catch the flying claws. Kashii tried not to snort, he really did.
“Why do you even haveyour cat at school?”
“That’s because—”
“That would be none of your concern, Namame-kun. He keeps the cat because I allow it.”
Puffs curled up into Rou’s lap, his large hand on her head for minor comfort. What did she do wrong? She let out a hiss between her teeth when the unruly woman spoke again, completely indifferent to the feline’s presence.
“I’ve heard rumors about the two of you having relations with students.” Hotaru pointed to Rou. “It has come to my attention that you’ve been with Yami Kousei.” She pointed to Kashii this time. “And I’ve heard many things about you, Kashii Namame.” Her words echoed the first day of school. “Shizuka Adachi, Dana Smith, Amaya Hozuki—”
“Amaya is a teacher,” Kashii interjected.
“—And Johanna Nishimura as well.”
The boys looked between each other. Clearly there was an issue, but this woman was misunderstanding something. Well, on some counts, anyway. Hotaru looked pointedly at her cousin first.
“Kagerou?”
“Where did you hear this? You’ve known me since we were children.”
Hotaru’s gaze narrowed. He just skirted around a direct answer, didn’t he?
“Yes, and I also know you’re rather easily manipulated. Tell me, is she the one starting trouble with you? Surely it wouldn’t be the other way around.”
“Of course not. Yami drops by after classes at times for help. She’s never trouble.”
Lie or truth? Kagerou wasn’t the most adept of liars, meaning there was truth to what he was saying. Still…
“Settle the issue or I’ll have to investigate more thoroughly. You may leave. I expect to hear nothing more of this once Midterms are finished.”
“Of… course, Headmistress.”
Kashii watched the ginger leave, and turned his eyes back to the woman across the desk when the door closed. Her expression seemed a little darker, that did not bode well for him.
“About—”
“Silence, Namame-kun. I do recall telling you before, not to do anything to damage my school’s reputation?”
“Well, it was actually more of a questi—”
“Do you know the kinds of things I’ve heard about you?”
“...”
Kashii didn’t want to answer that question. He did not know who Hotaru had been talking to, but hopefully not anyone connected to his past. Except… Allanah. But Allanah wouldn’t know about that, would she…? There was also Dave… Dave wouldn’t rat him out, would he? Amused by his obvious discomfort, Hotaru smiled.
“Answer truthfully, and no one else will know.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Hotaru took out a notepad, pulling a pen from her desk drawer, preparing to write. There might possibly be useful information from this boy, but she highly doubted it. Narume was keeping him in the dark, who knows why, but there had to be a reason. Still, threatening him with something that made him uncomfortable was pleasant. Truthfully, Hotaru didn’t know a lot, Narume didn’t reveal a lot of details. But she knew enough, and she’d learn the other details soon enough. Why people did a doubletake when they heard his name.
“As far as I know, the cases with Dana and Johanna were necessary interference, but need not be done by you.”
Kashii nodded in agreement, although he felt otherwise. His students were his, therefore it was up to him to help them with their problems. It worked out, didn’t it? He certainly wasn’t sorry about it. To be frank, he didn’t especially care about the affairs of the students. But those two girls had chosen to confide in him their problems, and it would have felt wrongnot to do something for them.
“Right. Permission to speak freely?” Hotaru tilted her head, then gave a nod in approval. “Dana and Nishimura came to me for help. I provided it. Amaya is a teacher and shouldn’t be on that list to begin with.”
“Her name was listed with your personal safety in mind. And Shizuka?”
Yes, what was it about Adachi… she’d never come to him for help. In fact, it seemed she’d be happier if he stopped trying. Frankly it wasn’t worth wasting the effort trying to fix her problems, but he didn’t want to give up on her. She was like a puppy. One who’d grown up mistreated and distrustful of humans. Puppies could be fixed given enough attention and care. Surely the girl could be, too.
“Adachi is… a puppy.”
“A… puppy. Care to explain?”
“A puppy that’s been kicked one too many times. A piece of meat dangled in front of its nose with no hope of ever getting to have it. A puppy that eventually begins to bite the hand that feeds it, assuming it even got fed, for fear of being hit instead. There is no trust towards anyone from that kind of mutt. That’s what I see in Adachi. I’m just throwing her the bone she was never even offered, since no one elseseems to want to.”
Hotaru tapped the end of her pen against the notepad. A puppy, hmm? The man seemed to have taken personal interest in the girl, more like. She wrote that information down. Who knew if that information would be useful to Narume, but if the girl became synonymous to a pet, that could spell trouble. Shizuka would become a liability if that were the case. Going by what the teacher said, he wasn’t necessarily stepping out of line. Going by what she knew about him, however, a watchful eye would need to be placed on him. Men were disgusting, unpredictable creatures, after all. A gentleman is nothing more than a patient wolf.
“Ensure she stays a student, Namame-kun. It is not your place to coddle her.”
Kashii bowed his head. The headmistress clearly didn’t know the things he was learning about this child. But it was also not his place to tell her. It was Adachi’s business.
“I understand.”
“However,” she continued, “There is nothing wrong with providing after school assistance. Do as you see fit, but do remember what I’ve told you. Leave.”
Kashii sat quietly for a long moment, examining the Headmistress’s face. What, exactly, was he supposed to take away from this conversation? Was she giving him permission to continue helping the girl? He was merely supplying her with some help; not because he felt compelled to help the needy, but because she so obviously needed something he did not need to go out of his way to give her. Adachi would say otherwise, but she was still coming to him for assistance, just like Dana and Nishimura had. There were no lines he had any intentionof crossing.
Having outstayed his welcome, Kashii rose with a “Thank you” and left. A glance at the clock in the main office told him that second period was just shy of ending. It was a long walk down the halls, and he slowed when he finally reached the classroom. The chaos in the room was as expected. As it had taken so long, the students seemed to have come to the conclusion that he wasn’t coming back. Folding his arms, Kashii rested against the windowpane that lined the west wall of the classroom, waiting to see if he would be noticed witnessing this spectacular display of 20 deducted points.
It had been John who noticed first, standing at the front of the room looking out. Eyes wide and jaw agape, many students turned to see just what the boy was looking at. There was a chorus of cursing when they spotted their teacher with a lazy smile, gazing at them all. Well shit. Happy that he was finally noticed, Kashii walked into the room, clearly amused as hell.
“Everyone knows I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
* * *
“I’ve brought him.”
“Very good, Nao. You may go to lunch.”
With a nod, the boy vanished, leaving a tall man behind in the Headmistress’s office. Despite the desire to grimace, she smiled. Must be pleasant to those you wish to win over. This man was fearsome, at least, in the regard she wanted him for. His odd-colored eyes gazed at her sharply, awaiting to hear her current proposition.
“Any news, Jukai?”
“Nothing major as of yet, Headmistress.”
That word always felt sour on his tongue, but it was a formality that needed met within the school premises. Pulling a folded envelope from the pocket of his sweatpants, Jukai placed it on Hotaru’s desk, pushing it forward. In exchange, she provided her own envelope of information. Unwrinkling and pulling the letter from the flap, Hotaru smiled at the information.
“Remember what I told you at your club? Continue to do me good, and you will be rewarded in kind. How is that boy of yours doing? Tora?”
Jukai shifted his weight and frowned slightly. The boy’s safety was the single thing that kept him coming back to this woman. This woman whose tone frequently made his skin crawl.
“If you’re concerned he might know anything, you’d be wasting your time. He knows little and he’s quite an obedient student.”
“He’s waiting outside for you, isn’t he?”
“Indeed.”
“Wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, would we?”
“I’d like to get back to my break, yes.”
Making a shooing motion with her hand, Hotaru sent Jukai away. The man had invaluable skills. The information network he possessed was unparalleled, even by her own network. Convincing him to become an ally would be a long process, but at least he was compliant. That was, of course, assuming she kept a tight lip concerning his love affair with the younger boy. His usefulness to her personal pursuits was the only thing that kept him in the safe zone, and that manknewit. Speaking personally with Tora had revealed the student was head over heels for the teacher as well, and she could overlook consensuality.
Tora kicked his heel against the molding on the wall, waiting for Jukai’s return from the office. There were always secrets. Tora didn’t needto be babied. Well, maybe. There were those times people picked fights with him. But the boy didn’t like to fight. Why couldn’t anyone understand that? Tora left everyone alone, minded his own business. Juu-chan was so nice to him. And and… oh! That boy from class A. Heiki Tsukaima. He always showed the greenette how to do card tricks. Why couldn’t everyone else be nice? He wasn’t mean to anyone, why did they need to be mean to him?
While he acted rather airy at times, Tora wasn’t stupid. He knew things were going on. Things Juu-chan wouldn’t tell him. The way Juu-chan looked at him when the greenette asked about it. Tora trusted the older man, but… Oh, if only he knew what was being hidden from him. Maybe he could help! Well, as long as it didn’t involve any fighting, that is…
* * *
“Damnit,” came the curse of a madwoman. Too many things at once. Amaya groaned to herself at the front of the class. Another one bit the dust. “Go do whatever the hell you want, brats. I’ll be back.”
She’d been demonstrating chemicals and mass of elements, but had way too many displays. Knocking one over—thank god it wasn’t something corrosive—had shattered the beaker on the tiled floor, and attempting to clean it had rewarded her with a slash in the palm. It was a good excuse to go bother Tsuujou in the Infirmary, either way. The man had spent a good part of his medical career as a surgeon at the nearby hospital, but had retired to a small clinic, working as a school doctor during weekdays. David could fix her up better than a normal school nurse, but who needed fixing was him. She grinned at the thought. The nurse’s office had a lock on it.
Dave looked up from the computer screen when the door slid open, identifying the woman who came in, then lowering his brown eyes to the blood that dripped from her clasped hands onto her clean white coat. He sighed, rolling back in his chair to lazily get up. He beckoned her over to the sink, running the cold water.
“Don’t drip on the floor. Stick your hands under the water.”
Why this man became a doctor was beyond anyone’s imagination. His entire family had been doctors, and while he himself hadn’t wanted to be, he’d gotten pushed into the career by his parents. Dave was an excellent doctor, granted he cared little about beauty and sometimes had left scars when he sewed people back together. What set him apart was his complete apathy. Outwardly, he appeared to care little to none. Coming in with an open, bleeding gash in your palm? You may as well have come with a papercut. It was impossible to know what was going on in that greying head of his.
“So cold, doctor~”
Dave hummed, watching Amaya clean the blood from her hands to identify the source: A gash in the right palm, about an inch or so across.
“Helps numb the pain.”
“I wasn’t referring to the water,” she purred in response.
“Keep your hands in the sink.”
Dave caught her hint, but brushed her off. The woman was half his age. Taking down some peroxide and bandages, Dave took her hand from the water, wrapping it in a towel. Having her press it into her palm to calm the bleeding, he dug through drawers. The inside of the palm was a tricky place; it required gauze and a wrap-around bandage. Likely a stabilizer as well, depending on how deep the gash was. He worked meticulously, cleaning and dressing the wound on her hand. It wasn’t deep; no stitches needed at least. Amaya slowly flexed her hand when the bandage was done. Smelly herbal salve, folded gauze in her palm, and a crisp white bandage wrapped around her hand. Not bad, not bad.
“Nice job, Doc.”
Giving little more than a nod, Dave moved about cleaning up the mess. He replaced the salve in a locked cabinet, twisting some of the jars so the labels showed. The man had a hobby of collecting herbs and grinding together into special salves that he occasionally used in treating wounds. They worked better than typical antibiotics. Although outwardly he didn’t show much one way or another, it was his actions that showed David enjoyed his job as a medical doctor.
“Hey,” Amaya said, coming towards him instead of leaving like he expected her to. “How about I give a little thanks for the treatment. You take off your white coat, and I’ll take off mine; what do you say?”
Dave looked at her skeptically, but decided to humor her. Slipping the coat off his shoulders, he folded it neatly over his desk. Turning back to the woman, Dave gestured with a little bow that it was her turn. Naturally, Amaya didn’t mean literally just the coat. Dave had figured that out long before the black, lacy lingerie came into view.
“... The fact you come to work wearing that is astounding in itself.”
“I wore it justfor you.”
And here was where Dave would like to call bullshit. He wouldn’t doubt that kid put Amaya up to this stint. He’d been family friends with the Namame family since Tsuyaen, Kashii’s mother, was still a Narume. Since the divorce ten years ago, his ex-wife had taken custody of the children. Kashii had been the same age as the older son of the two siblings, and the boy had tried taking Dave out on more than one occasion to meet some women to take his mind off the divorce. The fondness Dave held for the bluenette was the only reason he ever agreed to go, but… It wasn’t that Dave didn’t find women like Amaya attractive, it was that he was still in love with his ex-wife, Hannah.
“I think you should return to your class, Hozuki.”
Amaya pouted, pulling away from the doctor. It wasn’t the first time she’d tried stunts like this, but every time she got shot down. Doc was no fun. Probably why she liked to screw with him to begin with, trying to get some reaction from the man.
“You need to loosen up, Doc.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Destiny Jackson || 16 years old || FC: Victoria Justice
Destiny is a kind of rags to riches story. Her mom and her use to live in Celadon City until her mom got a new job in Olivine City. They moved and after a few months of being there her mom began dating a guy who was quite rich and then they got married three months later. Destiny didn’t mind everything but she felt like everything was going too fast. On her sixteenth birthday she found out that she was going to the Poke Academy, thanks to her mom’s new husband and his money. She was excited because she heard about it and always wanted to go. Now she is the new girl and just moving in.
Destiny is a cheerful girl, and always looking on the bright side. She normally loves helping her friends whenever they call upon her and making them smile whenever she can. She is quiet though and sometimes reserved when it comes to her feelings and what she wants to keep buried down.
Orientation: Straight
Starter Pokemon: Clefairy