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boldlyanxious · 4 years

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Bio-dad Bruce--first meeting

(Apparently telling myself I have to much going on to participate means nothing. I had an idea and it demanded to be written.)

It felt like such a simple assignment. Pretty basic genetics lesson for biology. Blood type was an easy thing to test in class. Their biology teacher had asked that they bring in the known blood types of their immediate family to help with understanding how it would work to pass on the genetic traits. Marinette had no siblings but she knew both her parents were O+.

They had finished with eye color during the last class and that was no concern for Marinette. Genetics could easily explain how the recessive blue eyes could come from the green and grey of her father and mother. But she had never known her blood type before. Just like with the eyes she should have received the recessive o from each of them making her blood type O.

She had already told her parents blood type but when she took the test it wasn't right. She told the teacher the expected answer when she was called upon for her test result and the teacher went on to explain how this was the most likely response with a 1 in 8 chance of having O- instead. Marinette didn't show anyone her test results. She was too confused. There was no way she could have gotten A blood type from her parents.

She knew there were pictures of her mother pregnant with her. Her dad was in the room when she was born and they had been married for 6 years before her mother was pregnant. She didn't want to think that her mother had cheated but there were not many other options. Her parents always seemed so in love, Marinette didn't want to ask them how it was possible.

She was quiet the rest of the week until she came up with a plan. She would simply take a DNA ancestry test and that would make everything make sense. It was probably a faulty blood type test and she was interested in the results she would get anyway. So, that weekend she got everything together and sent off for answers.

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Tim wasn't paying much attention to the alert from his phone because he was just waiting for his coffee order. He looked down and read it. Then he read it again before he ran out of the shop without the coffee. He headed directly back to Wayne Enterprises to tell Bruce in person what he had learned.

Bruce was not happy to be pulled from his meeting by his son. He seemed to have an issue with a small French subsidiary company that did medical and genetic testing. Tim was talking too fast and he couldn't quite make sense of any of it. His head was already filled with the stock prices and percentages being discussed at the quarterly report meeting he had just left. He wasn't switching gears quickly enough for the science Tim was explaining.

"Are you even listening to me?" Tim asked frustrated "How would you even end up with another child in France?"

"Wait, what? I don't have any children in France." Bruce responded.

"The test was flagged in the system as a match for you. But that isn't all. She appears to be a match with Damian's DNA." Tim said.

"I have a daughter with Talia? I really don't think that is possible."

"It appears that way. I haven't looked into anything on her yet."

"I need to pack a bag."

"You don't think that is a little premature? She could have been trained to kill you."

"We will still do background on her. But if I have another child, I want to meet her."

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Marinette was frantically gathering things she needed while holding her phone to her ear, talking to Nino. She grabbed her bag, a hanging garment bag and a stack of bakery boxes. She looked over and glared at her bag with the decorations before setting down the boxes and reaching for the straps of the bag.

"Argh, this isn't working right. I need more hands."

"You are trying to carry too much. I knew you would do that. It's why I planned ahead and got you a ride." Nino's voice came through the receiver after he finished laughing at her.

"The hotel is not far away. Who would give me a ride?"

"My buddy Adrien. He should be arriving any minute."

Marinette looked up as the bells on the door chimed. Adrien walked in followed by 2 men in business suits that Marinette couldn't help but admire. She jumped at him with a fierce hug, forgetting all about her phone call. Her phone flew off her shoulder right at the older of the 2 businessmen. His blue eyes danced with amusement at her shocked expression as he caught it easily.

"Oh wow. Thank you so much. I'm sorry for throwing it at you. That was so cool." Her excited voice stilled as she realized she was still against Adrien, having frozen in their hug. She pushed away and reached for her phone.

"Thank you again." She turned back to Adrien. "And thank you for the ride. I have so many things to carry."

Nino's voice came through the phone, "what is happening?"

"Oh, sorry Nino. I kinda threw you away when I saw Adrien."

"Don't I mean anything to you? What about our love?"

"I couldn't help myself. When I saw him with the sun shining in his gorgeous golden locks it was all I could think about."

Adrien raised his eye brow at her but she waved him off with her hand and gave a conspiratorial wink.

"You've gutted me." Nino said.

"I'll set you up with my best girl. She is 16 and I know you have a thing for older women."

"Well I can't have you, baby. I guess I'll meet her."

"Ugh. Too far Nino. Don't ever call me baby again. Even as a joke."

"But you are baby."

I'm hanging up now."

"Don't forget your shoes."

"My shoes!" Marinette ran off, shoving her garment bag and her phone into Adrien's hands, she rushed back to her living room to get her shoes to go with her party dress.

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Bruce and Tim hadn't been sure that they would see the girl when visiting the patisserie owned by her parents. But when they entered the establishment they quickly recognised the girl buzzing around as the same one they had researched after learning she shared Bruce's DNA. When he met her eyes, in the moment he handed her phone back to her, there was no mistaking that she got his eyes.

They took just enough time deciding what to try so they were able to see her as she went in and out several times collecting all she needed from what they gathered was her best friend's birthday party. She kissed her parents on the cheek and promised to see them tomorrow before she zipped back out the door the last time.

As the men walked back to their hotel they talked about how they should proceed. None in the family seemed to recognize them and they weren't sure how she came to be with them even though she was Bruce and Talia's biological child. When they arrived back at their hotel they were surprised to see the same girl unloading all the things she had packed and giving direction to the others gathered with a confidence she hadn't seemed to possess before.

All those working for her were occupied setting up decorations, sounds equipment, or tables for gifts and treats as she guided the bodyguard of her friend from the bakery in how to carry the massive cake and where to place it. When he finished and was heading out she offered him a small package from the bakery when she thanked him for all his help. Then she was off setting up for her friend's arrival.

It was odd for Bruce to realize he was feeling proud watching her. Then he had to pull himself back when he realized he was watching her. Actually it was Tim who pulled him away so he wouldn't be noticed watching a teenage girl he had never really met. They headed back to the rooms they rented. They both entered Tim's room where his computer was still working on finding information on the couple and their daughter.

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Marinette was feeling very antsy. She had set up the perfect surprise party with Marlene Cesaire for Alya's 16th birthday. Mostly successful because it wasn't a surprise. Alya was dropping off the twins with her mother at the end of Marlene's shift in the hotel kitchen before she headed to Marinette's house for a small party in the bakery and a sleepover.

Alya had no idea how big her party was going to be. Since the hotel wasn't full and the ballroom hadn't been booked, the mayor allowed his chef to book two rooms and the ballroom and just pay for the staff to clean it rather than the typical rate. He was even allowing the teenagers to stay unaccompanied so long as they didn't destroy the room or disturb other guests (too much).

Marinette had made her a special dress with a matching hero mask and told everyone to dress as a hero or wear a mask. Kitty Section would be playing for a bit and they had a bunch of party games and songs to dance or sing to so Alya could choose the activities. Most of the people coming would be staying in one of the 2 connected hotel rooms so that party could go really late.

She got Nathanael and Marc to sit nearby and watch to warn her when Alya was close. They weren't super close to Alya so it wouldn't raise suspicion if she saw them, she would probably just stop to greet them but let them keep working. That would give them the perfect opportunity to call ahead to make sure everything was ready for her arrival.

Marinette was already regretting inviting Lila. She was not only actively not helping but she was getting in the way of everyone who was helping. She had to explain how it would have been better if the tables had been moved or if the color scheme was different. She thought hotel parties were tacky and the way her last party was was so much better because she only included her closest celebrity friends. But also the party was actually her idea and she was letting Marinette help out and take the credit so she wouldn't feel left out.

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"I think I found something." Tim said.

Bruce walked over to look at the screen. Tim showed him Sabine's medical records from 16-18 years ago. She and Tom had been seen by a fertility specialist originally almost 18 years ago. A series of appointments after that escalated to several visits at a facility that specialized in in vitro fertilization. As far as they could tell the couple had set it up to have a genetic child but with assistance but the company had logged 2 security issues during the same month they visited. The company kept it quiet because they could find nothing out of place after the breech. One new employee worked there during that time for only 2 months: Nyssa Raatko.

"I don't know what to do'" Bruce paused. "Tell them. I definitely need to tell them."

Bruce has mostly been talking to himself while Tim was in the other room distracted. Tim heard the door latch closed after Bruce left and he had to think about what he had heard while he wasn't paying attention in order to put together why Bruce had left.

"Oh, that is a terrible idea," he said. He worked on getting his key, wallet and phone into his pockets while he slipped his shoes back on. He followed after Bruce planning to catch up with him. He walked a block in the wrong direction before he realized his mistake and back tracked to get back to the patisserie.

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"Okay, I got the call. Alya will be here in about 1 minute. Places everyone." Marinette called out.

Everyone waited and suddenly the ballroom doors burst open. Etta and Ella had been very excited to be told it was their one chance to run away from Alya and into the ballroom. They usually were scolded for going in there. It was of limits because it might be used for an event and no one wanted them to mess things up.

Alya chased them into the room and shrieked when everyone jumped out and yelled:

"Surprise!"

"Oh, this looks awesome. How did you do all this? There is no way we can afford this." Alya said.

"Honestly, Marinette did most of it." Marlene said. "She cleared it with me and Mayor Bourgeois. I think she had a back up plan but the ballroom and the 2 guest rooms are yours because they didn't sell. He let me just pay the cost for the hotel so long as nothing is destroyed and you don't run off guests."

"Girl, this is amazing!"

"I brought you a dress to wear. I told everyone it was hero classy so there is a mask to match."

Alya pulled her into a hug and then dragged her off to change into the new dress.

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"Welcome back. We are closed but we will still offer anything we still have available." Tom said.

"I enjoyed what I had here, but that isn't why I came. I need to talk to you about your daughter." Bruce said.

"Marinette? What happened? Is she okay?" Sabine's mind went to all the things that could have gone wrong in the last hour as she looked around for her phone.

"Nothing has happened to her, but she recently sent off for DNA and ancestry results to a company I own."

"We don't know anything about that. Was she supposed to get a parent signature because of her age?" Sabine asked.

"No. It was flagged because her DNA is a match to mine. Also a full match to my biological son. She shares the same mother as him."

The room was silent for several beats before both of them denied that what he said could be possible. He let them continue for a moment before sharing what he had learned. He explained that his genetic material had been stolen by Damian's mother and from there he believed it had been stolen by her sister for an unknown purpose. He told them he found a record of her working at the fertility clinic they had used and the company had noted a couple security breeches during that time. He continued by suggesting she had probably chosen them based on a similar ethnic makeup to himself and the mother.

They listened with increasing agitation. The man before then appeared to be very well off and he mentioned that he owned the company as more of an afterthought. They suspected he had quite a bit more money than them and he said he had custody of the other child he mentioned. They shared a look and thought they might be having the same thought that this man intended to take their child away from them. They weren't sure who legally had the right to a child in such cases. But they had heard of custody issues with couples who needed to use donors during in vitro fertilization. They had been relieved that they were able to get pregnant without using a donor. They all turned as the door opened and Marinette burst in obviously angry.

"Hold me back from that little Italian witch. I am going to rip her weird pseudo pig tails off her head and thrash her with them. Then I'll cram them down her throat so she can never lie again."

All eyes turned to Marinette as she came into the room. Based on her appearance she was probably heading up to her bedroom to change her dress. The bodice of her dress was smeared with icing after Lila 'accidentally' tripped into Marinette. Marinette then accidentally dropped her so she fell but that didn't save her dress.

Marinette looked at her parents as she felt the tension in the room. Her parents had moved to place themselves between her and the stranger in their living room. Marinette looked around but no one spoke. She didn't know how to read the unusual look on the man's face but her parents looked like something between scared and angry.

"Is something wrong?" Marinette asked.

"I was just heading out," the man said. He reached a hand out, smiling. "I'm Bruce."

"Marinette," she responded while shaking his hand. She looked back at her parents and now she couldn't tell what their expressions meant as Bruce walked out.

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gintoki-sakata-archive · 4 years

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“Cinema”

Fandom: Gintama

Main Ship: Gintoki x Tsukuyo

Other Ships: Okita x Kagura

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Hinowa was holding two cinema tickets for the selected movie. She won the tickets in a street game by drawing a golden ball. She was supposed to go with Seita, but Seita suggested that Tsukuyo should go and have some fun. Then the idea was born in her head that Tsukuyo should go, but not alone. Hinowa wanted Gintoki and Tsukuyo to go together, however, she knew well that the two would not agree. Gintoki is quick to convince. It is enough that Seita asks him and he will not refuse him. The only problem was with Tsukuyo. This is the biggest challenge for Hinowa. She knew perfectly well that her sister would try every excuse not to go. She had to come up with a strategy so that she could not refuse the first time. The woman raised her head and looked at the sun that was between the metal walls.

"She is too stubborn" she said quietly to herself, turning her head a little to the side, and at a crooked angle she saw her store passing by people or courtesans with clients. She sighed heavily, "I have to ask Seit for help. I have no choice." She straightened her head, grabbed the staff and returned to the store. Hinowa, she did not want to mix her son in her own plan, but she had no choice. She also had concerns that her son wouldn't agree to participate in the plan.

When Seita, returned from school. Hinowa told him what she was planning and the boy agreed immediately, more he was very excited, his eyes glittered with delight, Seita, knew that his mother very much supports the relationship between Gintoki and Tsukuyo. He himself thought that they fit together perfectly and wanted his sister to play more, smile more, be more relaxed. Just like his mother just wanted her happiness, Hinowa and Seita talked vigorously about their plan. When they were finished, they heard the sound of a turning key in the door that was a sign that Tsukuyo was coming home. They finished the conversation quickly. Hinowa sat back comfortably in the armchair, grabbed the tea in both hands and touched the cup with her mouth to take a sip.

fallen Seita ran to her in the hallway with a wide smile. She heard a bang like something heavy. Hinowa didn't flinch because they knew the sound well, it happened every time her sister came home. Seita always jumped vigorously at her, with such powerful force that Tsukuyo fell. For the Courtesan it was a very familiar buzz and pleasant to her ears because it was a hallmark that Tsukuyo is back home. She drank a bow of tea and put the box down on the table and looked in the middle of the passage, saw that Tsukuyo was walking and carrying a happy Seit in her arms.

"Welcome home” Tsukuyo Hinowa, welcomed her sister with a warm smile

"I came back" She returned the warm smile. She set Seit on the ground.

"You have dinner in the fridge," they said

Tsukuyo, just nodded her head in confirmation. She put Seita on the ground and said he was going to sleep. Both women were alone, so Hinowa decided to implement the plan.

"Listen, Tsukuyo, I won two tickets to a movie cinema. Will you follow me?" Hinowa sat at the table and tapped her fingernails on the table and waited for an answer

"You won. You should go with Seita." Tsukuyo took dinner and put it in the microwave

"Seita has plans, I have an appointment" - She gave her a dishonest smile

"Then you will go another time." She poured boiling water into cups and handed a cup of tea to her sister

"No. The deadline is this Saturday. Me and Seita, we want you to go," she said firmly

"I'll think about it," she said, taking the dinner out of the fridge

XXXX

Hinowa and Seita managed to convince Gintoki and Tsukuyo. Hinowa, convinced Tsukuyo with one apt argument that she had never been to the cinema and should go and see if she liked it. She didn't want to leave Gintoki much, but she couldn't find any arguments against. Gintoki just heard that it was Tsukuyo, he agreed immediately. It only confirmed Hinowa that the two of them love each other, but they are too stubborn to take the first step. They both didn't know how to behave. Gintoki spent his last money on Cola Cola and Tsukuyo bought popcorn. He didn't want her to pay, but Tsukuyo was stubborn so she would share the expenses. They entered the cinema hall. Tsukuyo walked with Gintoki, looking around the place

"Fuck!"

Tsukuyo heard a familiar voice. She turned to her voice and saw red familiar material disappearing from behind the chairs. She stopped

* Kagura? * She thought questioningly and raised one up

"Tsukuyo"

Gintoki pulled her out of his thoughts. Tsukuyo, she turned to him and saw Gintoki waving her while sitting. She went to him.

"It seemed to me," she said to herself

Gintoki spread lazily and watched the movie. Gintoki was not too impressed by the choice of movie It was a romantic movie. Tsukuyo was very curious how she watched such movies on such a large screen, so she was very involved and looked with great curiosity.

They didn't know anyone was watching them. Behind four rows are hidden Kagura and Sougo. They had been dating for a month, but secretly before Kondo and Gintoki. Kagura asked him for a secret. She didn't know how to tell her father-brother that he had a boyfriend. She remembered well what had happened before when she "had a boyfriend" and her father and Gintoki almost killed him. She had nothing against their jealousy and knew that they were also saving the earth, but it opened her eyes that they were overprotective and no one knew what Sougo would do. Sougo understood this because Kagura told him everything, so he knew that first Kagura would have to prepare her biological father and adoptive father, but it is hard because they would sooner kill him than give away their beloved daughter. Now it's different, now they were in the same cinema, in the same room in the same film. Okita and Kagura were left with no way out.

"What now Sougo?" She looked at the boy out of the corner of her eye. Her expression was panicked and her voice trembled with panic.

"I didn't know they were together," Okita said surprised, looking at them all the time

"It's not even a date. Just Hinowa asked them to use the tickets" She sighed heavily "They are in love with each other, but neither of them will admit or take the first step" She added clutching her head

After Kagura's words, Sougo's expression changed to sadistic, and a wide smirk appeared on his face. Kagura well knew that Okita had an idea

"What did you come up with?" She looked at him suspiciously

"We should help them become a couple!" He said it ominously

"What?!" Kagura, slightly raised the elk.

Okita put his hand on her lips and covered them and touched his finger - Shhh - he said in a low voice.

Kagura looked surreptitiously at Gintoki and Tsukuyo and seemed not to have heard. She was relieved. Okita took his hand from her mouth. She sighed heavily.

"I don't know if that makes sense ..." She still doubted

"Of course he does! We can and will have no reason for your father not to agree to our relationship" He said hopeful

"Let's do it!" She said hopefully. Okita approached her and started telling her plan.

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In the meantime, Kagura and Okita thought of what to do. Gintoki and Tsukuyo watched the movie. Gintoki was uninterested, his eyes were closed, but he really looked at Tsukuyo, who clearly liked it. He smiled slightly and felt happier being at her side. When he saw her shiny eyes, red cheeks it made his butterflies in the stomach only grow. This feeling only appeared in the presence of Tsukuyo. He knew what it was, but he didn't dare tell her true feelings.

* Why am I afraid? We're both adults ... Tsukuyo * paused for a moment and looked at Tsukuyo * A woman like her wouldn't want to be lazy like me. Wait wait!! This is not Shoujo Manga ... this is Gintama. I read maybe two or three Shoujo Manga ... But ... this is completely different. Tsukuyo certainly wouldn't fall in love with me. It is not real for such a beautiful woman to want me. And if I have a chance? * Gintoki fought his thoughts, considered different scenarios. Tsukuyo looked at her friend and noticed that she was wandering somewhere. She touched his hand. He twitched slightly and looked surprised, blushing slightly

"All right?' She asked touching his hair.

She didn't know why she did it, but she just wanted to do it and couldn't fight it. Tsukuyo loved his hair, it was naturally durable and soft to the touch. Gintoki grabbed her hand playing with his hair. At this gesture he got a little scared and wanted to take his hand, but Gintoki did not allow it. He was holding her hand. Tsukuyo blushed slightly and felt her heart beat faster and faster. He kissed her fingers. Her face turned bright red. She wanted to ask why he did it, but she couldn't say a word. Gintoki also felt embarrassed.

"I-it was a thank you for agreeing to come here," he said, stammering and giggling nervously. He felt embarrassed by what he had done, but it was getting harder to control her. The irritation helped him stifle those feelings of unrequited love for a little more

"I-it's not a problem," she replied in a shaky voice. She didn't hear the movie, just beating her own heart. She felt happy and confused because she did not know what Gintoki was all about. She knows she won't have this man for herself, it made her heart go crazy, but now he did something unexpected. They didn't know what to think, but he quickly explained himself. Tsukuyo felt disappointed.

"Good." She smiled sadly. she went back to watching the movie.

Gintoki kept his eyes on her. Tsukuyo, tender as he looks at her all the time and felt uncomfortable. They didn't know what the reason was. I wanted to ask, but she heard his voice.

"Tsukuyo .."

"Yes?" They answered looking at the movie

Gintoki was silent and was analyzing whether he should say those two words that are hard to say

"Nothing ..." He couldn't .. he was a coward, but it was something more. He was afraid of rejecting her, he was afraid of losing such a valuable friend like Tsukuyo.

Kagura and Okita did a faceplam. They already hoped that Gintoki would cope with her feelings and tell her how she felt, but he was a coward that was one of his biggest flaws. Okita and Kagura knew that without their help they would not leave this cinema as a couple, but as friends. Kagura watched as the situation unfolded with tension and hope. She loved Tsukuyo and could not imagine another set for Gintoka, but when she heard that Gintoki was saying "No, nothing" Blood boiled in her and leaned out from behind the seat and punched him on the top of the head. Okita quickly stood up and brought her down and scolded the quietest one he could. Gintoki felt a blow and grasped the sore spot and looked around in all anger. Someone hit him, but he didn't know who. Outraged Gintoki stood up, turned his back to the screen and bent his legs, leaning his knees on the seat, looking for the person who hit him. He looked around, but in the government they sat only and previous governments were empty. There was no one behind him. It seemed strange to him. Okita and Kagura means that Gintoki will discover their presence. They both sweated in fear. Fear became stronger as Gintoki began to bend down.

"Gintoki"

The samurai head automatically turned to Tsukuyo, so Okita and Kagura breathed a sigh of relief. Okita hit the girl on the head. Kagura just gave him a hostile look.

"What happened?

"No .. nothing ..." Gintoki gave Tsukuyo a false smile

"For sure?" She asked suspiciously

"Yes, don't worry," he replied immediately. He sat down.

Kagura and Okita dressed in random clothes they found. They sat down near Tsukuyo. Okita sat next to her and waited for the right moment to move. he didn't have to wait long. When Tsukuyo grabbed a Coke to drink Okita, he elbowed the Coke and. Tsukuyo poured cola on her chest.

"Damn it!?" Tsukuyo shouted furiously

Gintoki quickly looked at his friend and saw what happened.

"I'll help you"

He took a white handkerchief from his pocket and began to drain Tsukuyo. Gintoki was thinking again, but he finally decided to do what belonged to him. He looked down at Tsukuyo, determination in his eyes. Tsukuyo was embarrassed to see her friend's serious expression. He opens his mouth to say something, suddenly she felt her and Gintoki's lips become one. Tsukuyo widened her eyes, stiffened when she realized that Gintoki had kissed her. Gintoki broke the kiss Tsukuyo immediately touched her lips and her diameter stopped working.

"Tsukuyo, I-"

Tsukuyo grabbed him by the kimono and pulled him to her and kissed his lips. The kiss was short. She broke the kiss and smiled looking at the boy's shocked face.

In the meantime, Okita and Kagura nailed that they managed to join them with a kiss and became a couple. They turned in the direction where Gintoki and Tsukuyo sat, but they were gone.

"Where are they?" - Kuga asked

"Behind you.."

Kagura and Okita trembled in fear at the sound of a female tone behind them. They turned to them trembling. Gintoki and Kagura stood still and Gintoki and Tsukuyo took off their beads and sunglasses.

"Kagura"

"Okita"

"What are you doing here?" Asked shocked Gintoki

"we ..eeeeeeee ..." Kagura looked sideways into the cinema wall

"We're on a date," Okita said

There was silence. In the background you could hear the music and voices of the cats in the film. The atmosphere was thick. Gintoki analyzed word by word what Okita told him.

"WHAT?!!?!?!" He shouted at the cinema

"Shhh !!" People at the cinema shouted

Gintoki ignored them. He wanted to put everything in his head, but his head was a mess.

"Since when have you been together?" Tsukuyo asked

"For a month," Kagura replied

"Why do I know nothing?" Gintoki can't believe it

"Because I couldn't tell you that" Kagura sighed "I know you won't accept Sougo" She added

"You're right. I won't accept him!"

"Gintoki" Tsukuyo spoke up. Everyone looked at her "Give them a chance. It's thanks to them. We're together"

"But he.."

"Listen ... Give them a chance ... Then we will see if he is not suitable for"

Gintoki closed his mouth. He tilted his head sideways and looked at Tsukuyo, who read from him like an open book. *sighs heavliy*

"Okay! Only-"

"Thanks Gin-chan, thanks Danna"

They both said it at the same time

"Only!" He turned serious and looked at Okita, who also got serious "You have to not hurt her otherwise. No matter where you hide, I will find you" He said threatening

"Don't worry Danna, I'm not going to hurt her" He grabbed Kagur's hand

When he saw that Okita was holding his dear daughter's hand, the blood began to boil in him. He must have had a lot of nerve control not to explode with anger. Tsukuyo sensed this and kissed Gintoki's cheek. The samurai turned to the girl and raised one eyebrow. He wanted to say something, but Kagura overtook him.

"Let's go" Kagura said

Without waiting for an answer, Kagura grabbed Okita's hand and they ran out of the cinema.

Gintoki and Tsukuyo could only watch them move away. They stared at the door for a moment and went back to watching the movie.

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svgarpic · 3 years

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𝐈 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐈 𝐅 𝐈 𝐂 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 / 𝐂 𝐀 𝐑 𝐃

when sour patch hands over his identification card , his smile is as bright as ever . he doesn’t hesitate to hold onto idle chatter , however the student pauses . ❝ oh , your emergency contact is THE ssǝsʎln estate ? ❞ he avoids answering & dismisses the question entirely .

H I S T O R Y

chanhee was born in los angeles, california. as bright as the sun that’s constantly shining, he was such an exuberant child. his father was the head butler of a wealthy family while his mother was the head nanny. his mother was so compassionate & wise, always watching over the kids with a sense of bubbly grace. his father was so unlike both chanhee and his mother. he was serious & deadpan. he had no patience for riffraff but was also rather good-humoured; just because he was grumpy didn’t mean that he was mad at the world per se.

because his parents were live-in help, chanhee grew up on this estate that seemed to stretch as far as the eye can see. he grew up in lavish kitchens and big laundry rooms. he grew up tidying up after kids his own age, mirroring his parents’ actions of doing the same thing. he was quick to pick up on the chores & routine that needed to be done. oh, it was such an endearing sight to see little chanhee attempt to carry a laundry basket that was twice his size.

his best friend growing up was a girl just a year younger than him. the daughter of the wealthy man & woman. she was rambunctious, always messing up the perfect scene that his father always tried so hard to orchestrate. chanhee was enchanted her & always wanted to be by her side. so when she hid from her father, he would hide with her. not that it would do any good because then they both would end up giggling loud enough to give their spot away.

chanhee went to public school, unlike the kids of the estate, who all had to move to private boarding academies upstate. he was so proud of his family’s line of work, he wouldn’t stop raving about it. he was so sure that he was going to grow up to be the head butler of this wealthy family. it was his destiny, just like it was his father’s before him. he would spend his life making sure that the estate was the best it could be. that’s what chanhee wanted.

tragedy struck when chanhee was 10. his father never visibly smiled. he would indicate he was happy through his tone of voice. his father only smiled when he was with his wife, or with chanhee, or watching a stage play. once a month, chanhee’s parents would make a date to a play that chanhee’s father has been wanting to see. that month, chanhee’s parents didn’t come home. it was an attempted robbery, they told the family. but when heroes came onto the scene, the robber panicked & killed their hostages.

chanhee had no other family. his grandparents have all passed & both his parents were only children. extended family were just about to be contacted when the wealthy wife, came into the staff’s living quarters, flung herself onto little chanhee & sobbed. she cried about how his parents were like family to her, about how they meant so much to her, how everything is going to be different now that they’re gone. she was mourning, chanhee realized, just as much as he was. so he sobbed with her. then, the wife had an epiphany.

the wife asked chanhee to come with her. they went to the wealthy husband, who was locked away in his study. he’s been in there since the funeral but chanhee wasn’t one to pry into matters he shouldn’t. the wife & the husband talked by themselves first. when chanhee was asked to come into the study, they both had such bright smiles. they were going to adopt chanhee as their own. so that he wouldn’t go into foster care & that he wouldn’t have to be far from what he knows. after all, the estate has been chanhee’s life. the family would always have a piece of chanhee’s parents with them if he stayed.

and so, he stayed. he was adopted into the family. his best friend started calling him sour patch soon after. the only thing chanhee craved for was sour patch kids, especially during the whole transition. not long after, even the help was calling him ‘master sour patch’. his newfound parents also lovingly called him so, but the expectations were that he was chanhee during lessons & gatherings.

the transition was strange. chanhee didn’t like being kept from chores. chanhee didn’t like cooking his own meals. instead of laundry & gardening, chanhee’s time was kept busy with tutors & extracurriculars. soon, he was also being sent away to private boarding schools upstate. it seemed the only thing that was constant was that his best friend was by his side most all the time.

sour patch realized he loved her when he was 15. sour patch was going to confess to her, even though they were adopted siblings, when they both came home for the summer. however, she also had a realization to tell him when she came home. she was a lesbian. she dreamt about girls, sang about girls, wrote girls sappy love letters that had a liquor-stained kiss mark on them. sour patch’s heart broke. but no one knows that it is. because, he never told her that he loved her, instead he decided to support her as her best friend. if he could never be her lover, then by the gods, he’ll be the best best friend he could ever be. this, however, sent them on a rocky path.

his best friend was a troublemaker. a party monster. that summer, she came home & begged sour patch to come with her to a party. sour patch was scared about it, to be honest. he’s not meant for such raucous behaviour. he’s a little meek & a little too sugary for that. but, because he loved her, he said he’d go. because he loved her, he’d get drunk & watch her make out with some other socialite.

at 15, he became a ladykiller, a maneater, a party monster himself. because if he could never kiss his best friend, then maybe he’d kiss the girl with sparkling pink lip gloss. maybe he’d kiss the boy who lingers a little longer any time the group would have a shot together. he became addicted to the parties, just as much as his best friend was, so much that they were both staples in the socialite scene.

his parents loved him just as much as they did their biological children. they allowed him to live this lavish lifestyle without any goal in life. because, as long as he was taken care of, they couldn’t be happier. so, sour patch never had a plan anymore. he drank his way through high school, making it just enough to be considered exceptional & with a lot of potential. he didn’t go to college, at least, not yet. he had a talent in music, so maybe he would pursue a career in that. for now, he was allowed to explore the world. which meant — party like there was no tomorrow but make it global.

it was a night where he was too drunk to see straight. it was a night he where he was about to throw up behind a dumpster on his way back to the hotel from the bar. someone was trying to rob another bar patron. he remembered she had glitter in her hair & the robber had a gun on him. before she could give him anything, sour patch got in the way. but with no training with his quirk, drunk as a skunk, his intervention really meant that instead of her being the victim, sour patch was going to be. he was on the ground, in his rock candy position, being shot at while the other patron ran out of the alley.

it was a real hero that saved sour patch that day. a real hero that helped him. in a drunken epiphany, he remembered his destiny. to help people. he was always meant to. before, it was just the family of the estate. now, it’s people who can be saved from villains. it’s people who can escape his parents’ fate. he can help those people, if he became a hero. however, old habits die hard. he can’t just give up the lifestyle he’s living. so for now, he’s attending u.a academy while also sneaking away to party until he can’t remember a thing. until he can let go of all these old feelings, he has to learn to balance both.

S T A T I S T I C S

POWER: ★★✰✰✰

SPEED: ★★★★✰

TECHNIQUE: ★★★✰✰

INTELLIGENCE: ★★★★✰

COOPERATIVENESS: ★★★★��

M O V E S

DROP POP CANDY: this is moreso a maneuver that he can use to de-escalate a situation or minimize damage. sour patch uses his gum form & stretches farther away, to either force his opponent to use long-range attacks or to follow him. he’ll then shoot himself into the air using the boosters on his sneakers & his gum state. he then he’ll come crashing down, turning into a jawbreaker to gain momentum. at the very last moment, he turns into his jelly state, bouncing so he doesn’t get hurt, as well as using the opportunity to disable his opponent, either by encasing his opponent while in his jelly state or sticking to them if they’re too big to be encased.

YUMMY GUMMY BEAR: sour patch becomes his jelly state. that’s it. that’s his move. because sour path is so affable, he’s often asked to participate in adverts & commercials by the hero company he interns in. so, he’ll often do a dance & sing a song while in his jelly state to support the company. because he can mold his jelly state to look like a gummy bear, this ‘move’ has been dubbed ‘yummy gummy bear’ by his peers.

ROCKIN’ THE JAWBREAKER: he has many addendums & revised versions of this move. basically, he attempts a flurry of punches & kicks, most often in capoeira martial arts style, changing from his rock candy & jawbreaker state back to back. both states have different levels of flexibility & sturdiness, so some attacks work better in the other state. because one fight can never be the same as the other, he often improvises this tactic to best suit the situation.

C O N N E C T I O N S

dirty little secret — sour patch likes to keep his partying on a need-to-know basis. either you’re honey, who can save him from his hangover, or you’re a partier like him. but when someone finds out that he’s been sneaking off-campus, sour patch begs them not to tell the dean. sour patch says that he’s in their debt & he’ll do anything so long as the secret doesn’t get out. OPEN ( 0/2 )

bass down low — sour patch is a lothario in shy boy’s clothing. he loves the idea of love & intimacy but has just enough commitment issues for him to be a mess when it comes to romantic relationships. so, instead, he turns to drunken one-night stands. magic moments underneath neon lights or hidden in the closets of flat parties. when someone likes their bass as low as sour patch does, sour patch is sure to eat that up. OPEN ( 0/3 )

catchin’ feels — sour patch thought he could move on. he thought he could stop being a slave to a childhood crush & actually be happy with someone who loves him for him. with them, it was almost attainable. it was almost there. but it was either the drinking, or the hiding, or the noncommittal issues about his future. now that he’s doing better for himself, maybe things will change. or maybe he’s hurt them too much. OPEN ( 0/1 )

banana brain — sour patch isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. he knows that. you can’t please everyone. but like hell, he’s going to try. of course, this seems to just set them off more. it seems like sour patch is crazy for trying so hard to be friends with this person but he believes everyone deserves a chance. if sour patch can’t give them that chance, then he’s done wrong by them. at least, that’s his thinking. OPEN ( 1/3 )

#uaintro.#murder tw #alcohol tw #that's all i rlly mention but trust me sour patch has done many a things o_o #also sorry this is so long once again i luv u guys <3 xo

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JONESTOWN SURVIVORS: Where they are 40 years later

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OAKLAND, Calif. — Jonestown was the highlight of Mike Touchette’s life — for a time.

The 21-year-old Indiana native felt pride pioneering in the distant jungle of Guyana, South America. As a self-taught bulldozer operator, he worked alongside other Peoples Temple members in the humid heat, his blade carving roads and sites for wooden buildings with metal roofs. More than 900 people lived in the agricultural mission, with its dining pavilion, tidy cottages, school, medical facilities and rows of crops.

“We built a community out of nothing in four years,” recalled Touchette, now a 65-year-old grandfather who has worked for a Miami hydraulics company for nearly 30 years. “Being in Jonestown before Jim got there was the best thing in my life.”

JONESTOWN 40 YEARS LATER: Mass suicide shocked world

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Jim was the Rev. Jim Jones — charismatic, volatile and ultimately evil. It was he who dreamed up Jonestown, he who willed it into being, and he who brought it down: First, with the assassination of U.S. Rep. Leo Ryan and four others by temple members on a nearby airstrip on Nov. 18, 1978, then with the mass murders and suicides of hundreds, a horror that remains nearly unimaginable 40 years later.

FILE – This November 1978 file photo shows the bodies of Peoples Temple mass suicide victims led by Jim Jones in Jonestown, Guyana. Dozens of Peoples Temple members in Guyana survived the mass suicides and murders of more than 900 because they had slipped out of Jonestown or happened to be away Nov. 18, 1978. Those raised in the temple or who joined as teens lost the only life they knew. They have journeyed over the past 40 years through grief over lost loved ones, feeling like pariahs, building new lives and, finally, acknowledging that many had a role in enabling the Rev. Jim Jones to seize control over his followers. (AP Photo/File)

But some lived. Dozens of members in Guyana slipped out of Jonestown or happened to be away that day. Plunged into a new world, those raised in the temple or who joined as teens lost the only life they knew: church, jobs, housing — and most of all, family and friends.

Over four decades, as they have built new lives, they have struggled with grief and the feeling that they were pariahs. Some have come to acknowledge that they helped enable Jim Jones to seize control over people drawn to his interracial church, socialist preaching and religious hucksterism.

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With their lives, the story of Jonestown continues, even now.

CHILD OF BERKELEY

Jordan Vilchez’s parents were Berkeley progressives in the 1960s — her father African-American, her mother Scotch-Irish. They divorced when Jordan was 6.

When a friend invited her family to Peoples Temple’s wine country church, they were impressed by the integrated community. And when her 23-year-old sister joined, Jordan went to live with her at age 12.

“The temple really became my family,” she said.

Devotion to its ideals bolstered her self-worth. At 16, she was put on the Planning Commission where the meetings were a strange mix of church business, sex talk — and adulation for Jones. “What we were calling the cause really was Jim,” she said.

Instead of finishing high school, Vilchez moved to San Francisco, where she lived in the church. Then, after a 1977 New West magazine expose of temple disciplinary beatings and other abuses, she was sent to Jonestown.

Grueling field work was not to her liking. Neither were the White Nights where everyone stayed up, armed with machetes to fight enemies who never arrived.

Vilchez was dispatched to the Guyanan capital of Georgetown to raise money. On Nov. 18 she was at the temple house when a fanatical Jones aide received a dire radio message from Jonestown. The murders and suicides were unfolding, 150 miles away.

In this March 5, 2018 photo released by Kevin Kunishi, Jordan Vilchez sits at memorial for mass murder and suicide victims at the Jonestown settlement in Guyana. Vilchez returned to Jonestown for the first time in 40 years. (Kevin Kunishi via AP) ORG XMIT: FX412

“She gives us the order that were supposed to kill ourselves,” Vilchez recalled.

Within minutes, the aide and her three children lay dead in a bloody bathroom, their throats slit.

For years, Vilchez was ashamed of the part he played in an idealistic group that imploded so terribly. “Everyone participated in it and because of that, it went as far as it did,” she said.

Vilchez worked as office manager at a private crime lab for 20 years and now, at 61, sells her artwork.

This past year, she returned to long-overgrown Jonestown. Where the machine shop once stood, there was only rusty equipment. And she could only sense the site of the pavilion, the once-vibrant centre of Jonestown life where so many died — including her two sisters and two nephews.

“When I left at 21, I left a part of myself there,” she said. “I was going back to retrieve that young person and also to say goodbye.”

THE JONES FIRSTBORN

Though he waved and smiled at Peoples Temple services, seemingly enraptured like the rest, Stephan Gandhi Jones says he always had his doubts.

“This is really crazy,” he recalls thinking.

But Stephan was the biological son of Jim and Marceline Jones. And the temple was his life — first in Indiana, later in California.

“So much was attractive and unique that we turned a blind eye on what was wrong,” he said, including his father’s sexual excesses, drug abuse and rants.

As a San Francisco high school student, he was dispatched to help build Jonestown. It would become a little town where people of all ages and colours raised food and children.

Stephan helped erect a basketball court and form a team. In the days before Ryan’s fact-finding mission to the settlement, the players were in Georgetown for a tourney with the Guyana national teams.

Rebelling, they refused Jones’ order to come back. Stephan believed he was too cowardly to follow through with the oft-threatened “revolutionary suicide.”

FILE – In this Nov. 13, 2008 file photo, Stephan Jones, son of Rev. Jim Jones of the Peoples Temple, poses for a portrait near San Rafael, Calif. Dozens of Peoples Temple members in Guyana survived the mass suicides and murders of more than 900 because they had slipped out of Jonestown or happened to be away Nov. 18, 1978. Those raised in the temple or who joined as teens lost the only life they knew. Now, Stephan Jones is father of three daughters, ages 16, 25 and 29, and works in the office furniture installation business. He says his daughters have seen him gnash his teeth when he talks about his father, but they also have heard him speak lovingly of the man who taught him compassion and other virtues.

But after temple gunmen killed the congressman, three newsmen and a church defector on the Port Kaituma airstrip, Jones ordered a poisoned grape-flavoured drink administered to children first. That way no one else would want to live.

Stephan Jones and some other team members believe they might have changed history if they were there. “The reality was we were folks who could be counted on to stand up,” he said. “There is no way we would be shooting at the airstrip. That’s what triggered it.”

He went through years of nightmares, mourning and shame. To cope, he says he abused drugs and exercised obsessively. “I focused my rage on Dad and his circle, rather than deal with me,” he said.

More than 300 Jonestown victims were children. Now, Stephan Jones is father of three daughters, ages 16, 25 and 29, and works in the office furniture installation business.

He says his daughters have seen him gnash his teeth when he talks about his father, but they also have heard him speak lovingly of the man who taught him compassion and other virtues.

“People ask, ‘How can you ever be proud of your father?”‘ he said. “I just have to love him and forgive him.”

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NINTH GRADER FROM FRESNO

Eugene Smith recalls how his mother, a churchgoing African-American, bought into Jim Jones’ dream after they attended a service in Fresno. She gave her house to the Peoples Temple and they moved to San Francisco.

He was 18 and running a temple construction crew when the church sanctioned his marriage to a talented 16-year-old singer, Ollie Wideman. After Ollie became pregnant, she was sent to Jonestown; Eugene remained behind.

When Smith reunited with his mother and wife in Jonestown, Ollie was 8 1/2 months pregnant.

The reunion with Jones was not as joyous. Jones berated three other new arrivals for misbehaviour on the trip; they were beaten and forced to work 24 hours straight.

“He made a promise — once we get to Jonestown there is no corporal punishment,” Smith said. “In an hour, that promise was broken.”

In this photo taken Monday, Oct. 22, 2018, former Peoples Temple member Eugene Smith poses for a photo in a park in San Francisco. Dozens of Peoples Temple members in Guyana survived the mass suicides and murders of more than 900 because they had slipped out of Jonestown or happened to be away Nov. 18, 1978. Smith recalls how his mother, a churchgoing African-American, bought into Jim Jones’ dream when he opened a new church in Fresno. She gave her house to the Peoples Temple and they moved to San Francisco, where Eugene ran a temple construction crew. He was just 14.

Life became more tolerable after the couple’s baby, Martin Luther Smith, was born. Ollie worked in the nursery, and Eugene felled trees. But he said his discontent festered.

When he was ordered to Georgetown to help with supply shipments, Smith said he concocted an escape plan: Ollie and other temple singers and dancers, he believed, would soon be sent to Georgetown to perform, and the family would flee to the U.S. Embassy.

But the entertainers stayed in Jonestown to entertain Ryan. And Smith’s wife, son and mother died.

“All I could do is weep,” he said.

After more than 22 years at California’s transportation department, Smith retired in 2015. He’s 61 now. He’s never remarried, and Martin Luther Smith was his only child.

BORN INTO TEMPLE FAMILY

When John Cobb was born in 1960 in a black section of Indianapolis, his mother and older siblings already were temple members. But in 1973, John’s oldest brother and a sister, along with six other California college students, quit the church and became its enemies. When the prodigals visited, the Cobbs kept it secret from Jones.

John was attending a San Francisco high school when he was allowed to join his best friends in Jonestown. There, as part of Jones’ personal security detail, Cobb saw the once captivating minister strung out on drugs, afraid to venture anywhere for fear of his legal problems.

In this Nov. 5, 2018 photo, John Cobb poses for a portrait at the the Jonestown Memorial at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland, Calif. John was attending a San Francisco high school when he was allowed to join his best friends in Jonestown. There, as part of Jones’ personal security detail, Cobb saw the once captivating minister strung out on drugs, afraid to venture anywhere for fear of his legal problems.

“If anything, we felt pity for him,” he said, “and it grew into a dislike, maybe hate.”

He too was a member of the basketball team. His biggest regrets revolve around the team’s refusal to return to Jonestown. “I believe 100 per cent that not everyone would have been dead,” he said.

Cobb lost 11 relatives that day, including his mother, youngest brother and four sisters.

Now 58, he owns a modular office furniture business in the East Bay and is married with a daughter. 29. One day, when she was in high school, she came home and told her parents that her religion class had discussed Peoples Temple; only then did her father share the story of how his family was nearly wiped out.

She wept.

JONESES’ ADOPTED BLACK SON

The Joneses adopted a black baby in Indiana in 1960, and Jim gave the 10-week-old infant his own name. “Little Jimmy” became part of their “Rainbow Family” of white, black, Korean-American and Native American children.

In California, he was steeped in temple life. Those who broke rules were disciplined. At first it was spanking of children. Then it was boxing matches for adults.

“To me the ends justified the means,” he said. “We were trying to build a new world, a progressive socialist organization.”

The church provided free drug rehabilitation, medical care, food. It marched for four jailed Fresno newsmen. When Jim Sr., a local Democratic Party darling, met with future first lady Rosalyn Carter, Jim Jr. proudly went along.

After the temple exodus to Guyana, he was given a public relations post in Georgetown — and was part of the basketball team.

He was summoned to the temple radio room. In code, his father told him everyone was going to die in “revolutionary suicide.”

“I argued with my Dad,” he said. “I said there must be another way.”

FILE – This November 1978 file photo shows the Peoples Temple compound, led by Jim Jones, after bodies were removed, in Jonestown, Guyana. Dozens of Peoples Temple members in Guyana survived the mass suicides and murders of more than 900 because they had slipped out of Jonestown or happened to be away Nov. 18, 1978. Those raised in the temple or who joined as teens lost the only life they knew. (AP Photo/File) ORG XMIT: FX403

Jim Jr. would lose 15 immediate relatives in Jonestown, including his pregnant wife, Yvette Muldrow.

In the aftermath, he built a new life. He remarried three decades ago, and he and his wife Erin raised three sons. He converted to Catholicism and registered Republican. He built a long career in health care, while weathering his own serious health problems.

Of course, even if he wanted to forget Jonestown, his name was an ever-present reminder.

He has taken a lead role in a 40th Jonestown anniversary memorial to be held Sunday at Oakland’s Evergreen Cemetery, where remains of unclaimed and unidentified victims are buried. Four granite slabs are etched with names of the 918 people who died in Guyana– including James Warren Jones, which deeply offends some whose relatives perished.

“Like everyone else, he died there,” his son said. “I’m not saying he didn’t cause it, create it. He did.”

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Tim Reiterman, AP environment team editor, covered Jonestown for the San Francisco Examiner and was wounded when temple members fired on Rep. Leo Ryan’s party in 1978. He is the author with the late John Jacobs of “Raven: The Untold Story of the Rev. Jim Jones and His People.”

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❝ Yeah, yeah I’m done. I’m taking the blame and I’m done caring. I have loved you for half my life, but I’m done running after you. ❞

» Kevin White » Twenty-eight » Fae » Pharmacist » Dominic Sherwood

Physical Appearance —

Kevin spent a long time building up his walls and that’s reflected in his appearance. He prefers to be covered and staunchly refused to take his shirt off in front of people for years, viewing his chest scar as a sign of weakness. When he began to use his parent’s contacts in the drug world, he carefully altered his appearance to bring to mind his father including how he dressed and how he cut his hair. The rest of his appearance was to look as innocent as possible which allowed him to slip into places that most hardened looking criminals wouldn’t be able to go. It’s very rare that people believe he’s capable of any crime when they look at him. That’s exactly what Kevin wants. Kevin does have sectoral heterochromia, something that’s very distinct. Often he used to wear a blue contact that made his eyes appear matching.

Due to his unusual childhood and medical history, Kevin isn’t a touchy feely kind of guy. He does not like it when people come near his chest. He tends to sit so that he can see the door and habitually checks the exits when he goes somewhere new. Kevin’s never really cared that much about what he’s wearing, his favorite clothing is stuff that can be worn and abused time and time again. Kevin is very good under pressure, but occasionally he gets jumpy at gunshot-like sounds and he isn’t the biggest fan of cold weather or thunderstorms.

Personality Traits —

♦ Hard-working, cunning and innovative ♢ Ruthless, egotistical and cruel

Biography —

Kevin was abandoned by his mother as a newborn and never knew much about his father, past the fact that he wasn’t wanted. His mother’s drug use meant Kevin was born with a host of medical problems. Despite being born in New Orleans, he wound up in an orphanage in LA. It was there that he met Ezri Wright and Carter Owens who were also in the orphanage. The three were pretty much inseparable and with Carter being the oldest, he was their ring leader and the one who was supposed to take care of them. Their bond got to the point where when one was in trouble, the others would get in trouble themselves to share the punishment. The woman who ran the orphanage, Ms. Katherine was abusive and treated all of them horribly and when he was eleven, Carter ran out on Kevin and Ezri, leaving them to fend for themselves. Though Kevin wanted to leave as well, because Ezri wanted to get files that Katherine had on her parents, the two of them stuck it out for another seven years before running away together. Knowing that teenagers with barely any experience were not going to get hired and be able to fend for themselves, Kevin took it upon himself to keep them one step ahead of anyone who might send them back, going so far as to throw himself into the world of dealing drugs. Using his parents connections, he was able to establish a profitable ring and keep it hidden from Ezri, who he knew wouldn’t approve. So when Axel Luther entered her life, he was not quick to trust him and had doubts about the man from the start. But seeing how much he meant to Ezri, he held back all his judgments for her sake and eventually began to trust the man as well. It was then that he let him in on his cons and everything changed one of the nights they set out to run one of their biggest cons. Kevin learned that the woman he had killed had been Axel’s sister, and he had come with every intention of getting retribution. Ezri walked in on the two facing each other, guns loaded and ready to shoot. While Kevin dropped his gun upon seeing her, Axel took the shot, seemingly killing him. Eventually Ezri was told that the medevac carrying him had crashed and his remains were identifiable only by dental records due to the flames.

Weeks later, he woke up in a CIA hospital, thought to the world, Kevin White was presumed to be dead. He was told that if he worked with the CIA, he and Ezri could avoid a life spent in prison. He complied but with as much resistance as was possible. He hated the CIA and working for them and so he did the bare minimum or even a tad less than that, just enough to keep himself and Ezri safe. However, knowing that Ezri was aware of what he had done and terrified of her reaction to him, Kevin went out of his way to keep up the illusion that he was dead. He refused to investigate any information about her during their separation, believing that it was ‘unfair’. Eventually word got back to him that Ezri was in trouble and he raced to help her, threatening the CIA director in the process. He was led to a reunion with his childhood friends, though their happiness was short lived as the trouble continued. After a few weeks he and the other boy were kidnapped and Kevin took a bullet for the older boy, saving his life and nearly dying in front of Ezri again.

Delayed medical care made it almost impossible for Kevin to survive. The CIA was prepared to stage his father’s death to donate his heart to Kevin, but to their shock Kevin began to heal. It turned out his blood enabled him to survive great amounts of trauma, something Kevin slowly began to put together. Using that he was able to take out the last of his father’s network and, thanks to some careful wording in his original deal, was able to claim he had retired from the CIA. He had not, in fact, showing that his old habits of lying died hard. Kevin loathes any association with his father whatsoever, which is difficult considering he’s the spitting image of him. The full extent of his father’s involvement with the Imp royalty and the community at large wasn’t something Kevin was interested in knowing about, his focus was entirely on helping Ezri. The two shared their first kiss in the hospital, only for her to run away from him again, leaving Kevin to recover on his own. When she returned they engaged in a strictly sexual relationship. Kevin got her out of the CIA at the cost of his freedom and lied about it to her, claiming to be done with them too. He followed her to Canada in search of her long-sought biological family.

Kevin had no sooner stepped into Canada then he was suddenly dealing with his own biological family. His first mentor at the agency was his father, though the man hadn’t told him that and preferred to see the man Kevin was before revealing it. In a rage, Kevin threw him into prison, eliminating the closest thing to an heir his family had. He used them for information, but upon returning to Canada, Ezri told him she didn’t want to be with him anymore and ended their physical relationship. Kevin moved into the living room out of respect for her decision. Kevin was drugged during a kidnapping, opening up the old wounds left by his mother’s addiction and finally forcing him to confront his long held abandonment issues. As he slowly developed relationships with people outside of Ezri, their relationship disintegrated further ending with her breaking up with him again. Instead of trying to win her back, Kevin acknowledged that they no longer trusted each other and the cost of their relationship was too high for him. When Ezri left, he made the decision not to follow her. Around that time, his friendship with a fellow imp named Evelyn also shifted into something more. Kevin found himself experiencing what it was like to fall for someone as an adult. When he got sent on a mission, however, he returned to find she had left as well. Afraid to make the same mistake he’d made time and again with Ezri and fearing he wasn’t enough of a whole person to be in a relationship, he didn’t stay for her either. Instead he finished his studies and when the offer came to return to the states, he took it.

Now a willing participant in the Agency, Kevin holds a post-graduate degree in Biochemical Engineering and the title of Probationary Agent. He’s still on the lowest rung but at now he’s a more or less free man. Without the two people he’d do anything for, he does struggle with what he’s done more than he used to. Having always defined himself by the two people he loved, he’s struggling to figure out who he is without them.

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