Khun Eduan isn't new to the sensation of getting hurt. What he is new to, however, is regretting it. He pondered, maybe, he should try being less....reckless.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Their rest inside the forest was quiet. Their companions are on their way from their own battles. It was getting dark, and they could hear crickets, as well the sound of night creatures. Eduan, sat on the ground after laying down some leaves. His healing is fast, and his pain tolerance is, also.
Otonari hates that the weather is too hot, but, he hates it if it's too cold either. As he is lying down on the floor of his (but not his) room, he couldn't help but experience boredom.
He turned his head to the side, noticing his phone. He paused for a moment, before ultimately doing something random to ease it.
He taps the screen. Now fully turning to the side and using his palm to support his head while his elbow supports the weight, he said...
"Hey, Shuri. I'm bored."
In less than a second, the phone answered.
"My, using me as a distraction? How naughty~"
"I'll turn this thing off--"
"I was just kidding♪" He heard the playful voice.
Otonari clicked his tongue. Annoyance grew further as the assistant didn't make things any better.
"It's already hot in here, you're making my head hot too with your stupid response." He frowned.
A brief pause, before a low but teasing voice responded.
"I assure you, heroine, I'm hotter than the weather there."
What's worse than a stalker? An overpowered stalker.
# The Delusional Hunter From Another World
Changho x Giryeo
The freelance hunting gigs weren't enough to sustain a proper lifestyle. Why is he only struggling and whining about it right now? Giryeo had debts ...as if the threatening letters weren't enough. They sent flower wreaths (what is this? an idol being 'exposed' for having a girlfriend at the age of 30?)
It's a good thing that the soup chain he has been 'investing' on decided to help him after noticing a 'few' patches.
"Oh my, aren't you a new one dear? Why did you choose this job?" An elderly woman asked as Giryeo delivered the soup.
"I was about to be evicted."
"....."
The woman cleared her throat.
As his shift passed by like a truck, he heard the shop owner yell his name from the counter.
"What is it?"
The woman just instructed him to go outside for a while. Confused, he still abided.
Giryeo hoped he didn't took a step outside.
Leaning at his sports car, Changho stood in all his glory.
In translation: It's a psychopath roaming the streets free.
Hades was a famous judge who is known for giving the maximum sentence whenever he could. Unapologetic and brains filled with logic only, he didn't think that there were dangerous people brave enough to actually take him down.
Well...that's until he found himself getting shot 69 times.
"....."
In all honesty, that would have been an embarrassing story to tell to the underworld workers who will collect his soul. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise that he reincarnated?
Well.....that's until he found himself having eggs thrown at him right after opening the suspiciously large door of this unfamiliar house he woke up in.
Considering that he reincarnated in America too....those eggs being thrown must be filled with both spite and an empty bank account.
As he closed the door and checked the news, he found three VERY important things.
He is a son of a corrupt politician.
His father made an ignorant statement on his Instagram account.
The bodyguard that his father hired to protect Hades from the people he pissed off is incredibly attractive.
"Mr. Hades ! What is your take on your father's bold statements???"
Microphones were shoved at his face, making it hard to walk normally on the street. Hades couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Want me to fix it for you?~" A beaming voice came from his left side.
Hades raised his eyebrow.
"You can't do anything about it." Hades replied.
"Sure, I can." He insisted.
"Yeah right, you can try." A microphone was shoved on his cheek, as dozens of reporters followed him on his morning walk.
"Watch me."
????
In a flash, he heard a thud. When Hades turned to his right, he saw the reporter groveling on the ground, his glasses cracked while he whimpered in pain.
Qin Shi Huang, his bodyguard, just punched the reporter in the face.
That title carried so many meanings, all depending on the person that you asked. One thing, however, is certain...
When someone has been through life and death situations with you, when someone has stuck for so long that you recognize the tiny details of their features at the back of your hand, when someone calls your name with meaning, when someone is...your best friend.
Surely, you can make a rough guess of what is happening inside their mind.
Unfortunately, as Baam came face to face with numerous threads and different shades of blue, he froze.
As he stood with eyes wide open, a calm and deep voice rang inside his ears.
"I'll let you check each door that contains his precious memories. Afterwards, you need to make a decision. Pull the thread that matches the shade of his soul. Pull the shade that reflected the real him."
Killed multiple times by the same guy and having to figure out while also trying to make changes with your relationship.
That sentence alone can make someone scratch their head. It's not easy to wrap around. Nam Woori treats it like a horror game that has limited spawn and chances. He manipulates his way and inserts himself into Soobin's life like a parasite refusing to leave. It's no wonder he will get tired of him and snap. Woori is playing with fire after all.
A punch in the face was pretty normal and lightweight compared to being stabbed or pushed off a rooftop.
Yeah.....
He was let off pretty easy this time.
As he opened the door of his house, he let out a sigh.
Odd.
He didn't wince at the bruise starting to form on his face. He internally laughed as he slammed the door shut. Maybe he has become immune to all of this. He lightly chuckled.
"..."
He felt his vision tilting a little.
Huh?
A drop. His knees gave out. The bag he was carrying was harshly placed on the floor. His eyes became dazed for a few seconds. He touched the bruised cheek and pondered...
Hades was a famous judge who is known for giving the maximum sentence whenever he could. Unapologetic and brains filled with logic only, he didn't think that there were dangerous people brave enough to actually take him down.
Well...that's until he found himself getting shot 69 times.
"....."
In all honesty, that would have been an embarrassing story to tell to the underworld workers who will collect his soul. Perhaps it's a blessing in disguise that he reincarnated?
Well.....that's until he found himself having eggs thrown at him right after opening the suspiciously large door of this unfamiliar house he woke up in.
Considering that he reincarnated in America too....those eggs being thrown must be filled with both spite and an empty bank account.
As he closed the door and checked the news, he found three VERY important things.
He is a son of a corrupt politician.
His father made an ignorant statement on his Instagram account.
The bodyguard that his father hired to protect Hades from the people he pissed off is incredibly attractive.
The atmosphere was scorching. It feels like the temperature can melt the trees surrounding the two. Their companions were scattered after an encounter with a 'fortune teller' and the sketchy hide-out. Now, they are sitting on this log, passing time while turning into ice cream. Traumerei thinks that Zahard is turning into a mango flavored one. What would Traumerei be then? Mint flavored?
"......"
For some reason, he shivered at the thought. He prefers being a coconut ice cream.
Traumerei stared at a distance in a dazed state. The fake sun is melting his brain cells. He swore that he could already see the two of them dancing on top of a cloud while their body had turned into cones.
Snapping him out of trance, he heard someone click their tongue.
Zahard
The younger turned his head towards their leader who looks like he's already planning a world domination out of spite.
"This is all V's fault. How could someone get distracted by a shiny coin? Screw that, why would he take a shiny coin in the first place? Also screw that, how could touching a shiny coin teleport you into some random forest?"
Traumerei just awkwardly glanced forward, not knowing how to respond. He doesn't have to, Zahard already had a question for him.
"By the way, what did you and that strange 'fortune teller' talk about? You were lost in thought before a stupid someone that I won't name screwed things up."
Traumerei pondered for a little bit. That man was indeed strange. Asking them to come to dimly lit cramped space with weird ornaments. Why they decided to follow is either the strange security of being a group of people, or....yeah, Zahard thought it sounded good.
He responded.
"He told me that I should be more honest and expressive about my emotions to prevent misunderstandings. They said that I'm just growing physically and not emotionally."
Zahard turned his head towards the younger, who was still staring at a distance. He tilted his head before making a declaration.
"That's stupid."
"......."
A moment of silence and the sound of leaves , before Zahard once again broke the silence.
"By the way, Traumerei, why didn't you summon a large creature to shield us from the heat?"
The atmosphere was scorching. It feels like the temperature can melt the trees surrounding the two. Their companions were scattered after an encounter with a 'fortune teller' and the sketchy hide-out. Now, they are sitting on this log, passing time while turning into ice cream. Traumerei thinks that Zahard is turning into a mango flavored one. What would Traumerei be then? Mint flavored?
"......"
For some reason, he shivered at the thought. He prefers being a coconut ice cream.
Traumerei stared at a distance in a dazed state. The fake sun is melting his brain cells. He swore that he could already see the two of them dancing on top of a cloud while their body had turned into cones.
Snapping him out of trance, he heard someone click their tongue.
Zahard
The younger turned his head towards their leader who looks like he's already planning a world domination out of spite.
"This is all V's fault. How could someone get distracted by a shiny coin? Screw that, why would he take a shiny coin in the first place? Also screw that, how could touching a shiny coin teleport you into some random forest?"
Traumerei just awkwardly glanced forward, not knowing how to respond. He doesn't have to, Zahard already had a question for him.
"By the way, what did you and that strange 'fortune teller' talk about? You were lost in thought before a stupid someone that I won't name screwed things up."
Traumerei pondered for a little bit. That man was indeed strange. Asking them to come to dimly lit cramped space with weird ornaments. Why they decided to follow is either the strange security of being a group of people, or....yeah, Zahard thought it sounded good.
He responded.
"He told me that I should be more honest and expressive about my emotions to prevent misunderstandings. They said that I'm just growing physically and not emotionally."
Zahard turned his head towards the younger, who was still staring at a distance. He tilted his head before making a declaration.
"That's stupid."
"......."
A moment of silence and the sound of leaves , before Zahard once again broke the silence.
"I'm curious, Traumerei, why didn't you summon a large creature to shield us from the heat?"
The IRS Tower Chronicles: Baam the responsible citizen
"Here Mr. IRS, my monthly payment and the list of my expenses this month."
Baam handed over the paper and made a quick transfer of points. As the transaction was successful, the Agent stared at the paper with a neat writing. Still, amidst the neatness, there were erasures from a pencil.
He stared at the Slayer who stood there while patiently waiting.
'He must have drafted it using a pencil to prevent mistakes by using a pen first. He didn't edit it on a doc file but......'
He glanced at the young man who is now staring at the floor.
"This is passable. Very responsible of you, kid."
At the compliment, Baam perked up.
"Umm...I'll try to learn how to edit it on Word next time. I had little free time....so....umm...I did my best." The last word came as a mumble which the Agent heard regardless.
As he left the dark establishment, he began to think...
'What a nice tax payer. Definitely way nicer than that 'public-nudity-charge' prone fratboy.'
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