Never His: A Shoujo Parallels AU Short

The Veil
Beta Belt
2015

Arzen felt a numb stab of pain as she opened her eyes, moaning quietly as it resonated from her chest to her arm to her legs. It felt like the kind of pain a day after dancing, a day after swimming or participating in strenuous activity – except for the looming asthma attack she’d have.

The sight that greeted her bewildered her. Managing to sit up, she saw mirrors all around her, her own figure greeting her. Arzen knotted her brows, pushing the hair out of her eyes.

She was wearing the same thing that she had worn on the bus, on the way north. Her green sweater hid away the soft white graphic shirt underneath. Her Oxfords remained clean, and so did the dark jeans. She looked perfectly okay – a little pale, a little shaken.

She remembered falling asleep after the first rest station, curling and facing away from the rest of them who were laughing and chatting. The coffee she had chugged hours before had begun to chip away. Before she woke up, she was in the bus on the way to their retreat. Now, she was in an unknown room full of mirrors.

She tried not to feel afraid. It had already happened before, twice. The first, she was in the Peace Garden and ended up in the middle of Technika’s Crossroads. The second, she was in her room, and then pulled away into nothing –

“Mathias?” she whispered. He had to be there. He was always there. “…Mathias?” No one replied. Stifling a small whimper, she tried calling his name yet again, but no reply came. Lifting her head, she looked into the mirror.

Her coffee-brown eyes widened as she saw the male in his Technikan suit, the lines and such glowing a very bright powder blue. Elated, she said his name again – Mathias – and looked behind her eagerly…yet he wasn’t there.

Irritation seeping into her, Arzen rubbed her eyes and stared at the mirror. He was there – still there – still smiling. The ice-blue eyes found hers and she stared at him, upset and angry, and he began to walk forward. His mouth opened and he said a name she strained to hear.

“Painful, isn’t it?” 

Russ' Updates #006: Finals and DLSUCET

Hi there, Darlings!

So another week is about to begin - and this time, I'm going to have to go on a week-long hiatus. *insert groaning here* What's pretty much going to happen are my second quarterly finals (which is from Wednesday to Saturday), followed by the DCAT which takes place a day after. 

hello tears, hello pain, hello eternal damnation suffering

So for the entirety of the week, I'm just going to be doing nothing but studying and eating + crying while trying to accomplish Performance Tasks on time. As much as possible, I really want to relax on Sunday - but alas, there isn't really time for that. The DCAT will be from 2PM until 7PM, and I might be really exhausted by the time I get back home.

So don't expect anything posted - unless I end up procrastinating and all that. *nervous laughter*

Anyway, please keep me in your thoughts-slash-prayers as I tackle on the end of first semester! It's a really weird thing to think, now that I'm nearly done (1701% done lol) with my first half of being a Senior...I'm just going to sit down and ponder on my life choices for a moment...

That's all for now! See you all next week, Darlings! <3

Mr. Bartender: A Featured Character Short

 Keji Bar

Tokyo, Japan
October 2014

Jian Lee polished a shot glass and pushed another down the counter.

It was 8PM, peak hour quickly approaching. Friday nights at the Keji weren’t usually left untouched – Jian might have seen it all. There were groups of older men walking in and staggering out, young ladies who were crying and reapplying their lipstick in the somewhat cramped bathroom. A college student drifted in for beer and peanuts, scribbling what seemed to be a thesis. 

That night was no different. Mentally preparing himself for the wave of orders that were to come, Jian quickly arranged the glasses behind him and polished the bottles to make them shine. As he took out the beers, the chimes on the door gave a ring and he looked up. 

Inside came four people – the eldest, a Japanese, guided the remaining three to a semi-secluded portion by the counter. He heard the brief mumbling of a man and a woman’s voice quickly took over, laughter quickly taking over. Jian let himself smile. Happy customers were usually the better ones, compared to the sobbing messes who caused their tissue expenses to rocket. 

“You know what to get us, Mack.”

“Shall we start off small?”

The female started yet again. “Please. I don’t want us to end up like last time.”

The first male snorted, “Let’s not. I’d hate to hear A’s drunk dial.” Once more, laughter came and soon enough, a man approached the bar. Jian immediately turned on his charisma.

“Good evening,” he greeted. “Anything I can get you?”

“Three beers and a glass of red wine.” He replied. “We’ll be paying later.” 

“Right, right. Hold on a moment.” Swiping the cool beer bottles and putting them on the counter, Jian nimbly took a fresh bottle and poured into the glass. “I don’t think I’ve caught your name, sir.”

Recuperation: A Shoujo Parallels Headcanon Short

 

Alpha Belt
Otherworld
Elythos

Astra was disappointed when she woke up to the sound of beeping machinery and an IV pumping medicine into her veins. The hospital was the very last place where she wanted to be. The lady cursed Raphael’s existence as a nurse walked in, mildly surprised to see the newest patient already awake and cursing.

“Ms. Erimentha,” the nurse greeted. Astra’s green eyes flickered over to her butter-yellow ones. “Are you doing alright?”

“Eri,” she corrected. “And I just woke up. There’s an IV attached to me. And I feel something on my back,” the lady noted, groaning faintly as she tried to move around despite being confined to the bed. The nurse nodded sympathetically, reading Astra’s vitals and checking the information the machine sent over. 

“That’s nothing compared to your injuries, Ms. Eri. It’s a good thing Mr. Raphael brought you here before you suffered blood loss–”

“Blood loss?”

The nurse hummed lightly. “He got you out of Spirare and told us you were injured after battling a loose Daimon.”

“Where’s Raphael now?”

“He had to leave, update the office on your condition.” She pushed a button and Astra yelped as the bed reclined, the nurse pushing her down with a gentle kind of force. “Just rest, Ms. Eri. Mr. Raphael would relax more if he saw you comfortable.” Plastering a smile (albeit forced), Astra nodded and the nurse left eventually.

Sinking into the sheets, she sighed heavily and closed her eyes.

“Why did I chase after Caprice,” she muttered, cringing and moving a little, feeling the puncture marks throb at the slightest contact. Astra attempted to make the lights flicker or a small spark arise, but none came. Deflated, she came to a realization that the thing sucked out a significant amount of Quintessence.

Shit.

“Knock, knock.”

Periodic Elements: Squad A

"Chemically-engineered human beings designed to bring back justice."
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The Hunt: A Shoujo Parallels Headcanon Short

 Alpha Belt
Elythos
Spirare Foris

“You have three unread messages.”

            “Astra, where the hell did you go? I thought we were supposed to hunt together. You fucking ditcher.”

            “Astra, what’s happening? Please reply.”

            “Astra, answer my calls.”

Astra rolled her eyes as Raphael’s voice rang throughout the area, she shoving her phone back into her back pocket as she hunted down a loose Daimon. “Why won’t he stop chasing,” she muttered, frustration bubbling up in her as she chased the being deeper into the dark. “I swear to Sceo I’m going to kill the idiot if he comes,” the girl spat. 

She leapt over a fallen log and kept running, following the footsteps that led her further. A Daimon had wreaked havoc in the town, escaping quickly as it moved to Spirare. It had caused uproar amongst the peoples, and Astra quickly took her weapon and chased after it – abandoning the seat where she waited for her companion.

Usually, the best thing to do was to call back up – in this case, Collette and Cissa – and the three of them would exterminate the Daimon to the best of their ability. However, the two weren’t with her and Raphael was slow, so she went herself. 

She found herself regretting that action very much. 

“Are you alone, little Worldly?”

Astra clutched her weapon tightly, turning to the source of the sound. She saw the Daimon there – a perfectly normal-looking person – save for the black tattoos crawling up his face and arms. The being sent her a slight smile and simply stood there, Astra knowing well that he hid weapons as well. 

“What’s it to you?” she asked coldly. The Daimon chuckled. 

“You poor little thing. You know that you should always have a partner with you when battling one of our kind.” She bit her lip and the Daimon raised its brow. “Or are you a new recruit?”

“I’ve been here a long time, Caprice. I just happened to come alone to give you some fair odds.” Cracking its knuckles, the Daimon grinned wickedly, eyes pitch black. 

“Wrong move, sweetie.”

Two-Faced: A Jian Lee Graphic

"You've never met a man more deceitful or charming.

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