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samclownchester · 4 years

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Season 15 thoughts so far

Ok guys, I don’t usually write Meta stuff but these are some of my thoughts after watching the first few episodes of season 15:

Episodes 4 and 5 of season 15 of Supernatural are extremely interesting. Although they are both more or less “filler” material, they play an important part in establishing the direction the show is going now, specifically away from the initial plan.

Chuck, the writer, who is now unarguably the villain of the story, goes to Becky, the “ultimate Supernatural fangirl” for advice. She is now much more stable and happy, and writes AU fanfics about the Supernatural Characters doing menial, everyday things. She wants to see the boys happy. She likes to imagine them at peace. Chuck on the other hand argues that people want monsters. People want drama. He writes an ending for the brothers in which one of them dies, and he is convinced this is the best ending. Becky, like all of us fans, yells that he can’t do that. That it has no hope.

The writers initially planned for one brother to kill the other. It’s been in the show from the beginning, the struggle between brothers, the parallels of Michael and Lucifer, the not-so-subtle parallel characters that the brother meet in a lot of the filler episodes. One sibling killing the other. Out of necessity. Out of mercy. Cain says it plainly to Dean while he has the mark. It’s a concept that is woven into the fabric of the show so tightly, to end without it would honestly be … anticlimactic. It would ruin the poetic drama that fuels the show.

But, we’ve already kind of seen that ending. Season 5 ended with Sam dead. Although Dean didn’t deliver the final blow, Sam died to save the world. And then life continued. We saw them go through multiple character arcs and their relationship to each other, as well as to those around them, got much more complex. They became more than symbolic plot devices.

That’s why the plot of 15x05 feels kinda … stale. It feels forced. It’s supposed to. They meet two brothers who love each other, but one has “gone off the deep end.” And the other finds himself forced to kill him. This is the kind of thing Sam and Dean dealt with all throughout the first few seasons. We haven’t really seen a parallel of them in this way for a long time (season 14 parallels were more benign and less on the nose). Chuck is writing for the earlier seasons. Chuck is writing for a show that doesn’t exist anymore. A show where Dean is easily distracted by a pretty face, a show without Cas, a show where the brothers would even consider killing one another.

But the show has evolved from there. In large part thanks to the fans. Cas wasn’t supposed to become a regular. He was supposed to be like many of the other characters – he’s there for a few seasons, is changed by his interaction with the Winchesters, and then probably killed. But the fans loved him so much, he stayed. ("It was a gradual evolution for me," Collins recalled. "It wasn't just I went from guest star to series regular immediately. It was like three episodes -- 'Alright, we'll give you six,' -- 'Alright we'll give you 10,' – 'Alright we'll give you 12.' … "Supernatural said they didn't want to see me anymore and then we got back together again," he said. So in season seven they were like, 'I think we're killing you,' and then they were like, 'Eh… We changed our minds. We're not killing you -- come back. Let's try this again.'"" https://www.etonline.com/tv/163280_from_guest_star_to_fan_favorite_how_misha_collins_eventually_married_supernatural)

(again, mentioning episode parallels. The Halloween episode of season 14 had a group of 3 friends to parallel the main characters. Even though Cas wasn’t in that episode, it was clear he is crucial to the dynamic of the show)

So, these episodes are really a genius move on the writers part. It allows closure for the initial plan, that one brother will kill the other, it acknowledges that it was the plan, and that they’ve been weaving that story. But it also shows that the writers understand it’s not what the viewers want. It’s not what the characters deserve. We would rather see a story about them doing laundry and being happy. Season 14 showed that the writers understand this, when they included little things like mentioning that they have movie nights on Tuesdays and Winchester Family Game night. They know we want them to retire, together. And, by introducing that conversation with Chuck and Becky, and having Chuck orchestrate a clunky, awkward hunting episode, they show us that the original ending might change.

To add to the genius, in 15x06 Cas chooses to go by the name Clarence Worley. Clarence at fist seems like a call back to the nick name his demon girlfriend Meg had for him, but as tumblr user @7fairielights posted, Clarence Worley is the name of a character in True Romance. Apparently, the original script had Clarence dying, but then Tony Scott tore up that script and wrote another where Clarence lived.

This is significant both because Castiel was supposed to die, or not even supposed to be that important of a character, but his story got rewritten. It also seems to foreshadow that the ending of this show, where one of the brothers die, will be torn up and rewritten.

In 15x07 We get the good old supernatural foreshadowing, but this time it’s less obvious and clunky. At first, I thought Lee was kind of a stand-in for Cas. Almost like, Dean is going through a rough break up and reunites with his ex. But Lee knew John Winchester, they knew each other when Dean was young. Just that little connection makes him feel more like a brother stand-in. Dean even says the last time they saw each other was when Sam was in college. When Dean didn’t have his brother, Lee was the person he hunted with. Even his hair is like Sam’s. Lee was his temporary brother. But when Dean realizes what Lee has been doing he tells him “I kill monsters,” because he has come to the conclusion that Lee is a monster and deserves to die. What makes this different from any of the times that Sam or Dean have been the “monster” is that Lee was killing people purely for personal gain. He hadn’t been cursed or lost his soul or anything, he was choosing, of his own free will, to kidnap and kill people and feed them to his pet monster so he could get rich. Because of that, Dean felt justified in killing him. If he had been doing it to stay alive, or to save someone, maybe Dean would have found a way to help redeem him, but as it was, Lee was very killable.

But, Dean now knows that Chuck likes to use foreshadowing, and he said before that he doesn’t know what is Chuck and what isn’t. The expression he makes after killing Lee, in my opinion, shows that Dean is wondering if this was somehow part of Chuck’s plan. He is fully aware that Chuck wants him to kill his brother. Having just killed someone who used to be like his brother, he knows that this just adds to the drama of the story Chuck is writing.

In 15x09 once again we see that the writers are shifting the focus of the show away from what Chuck thinks makes it interesting. When Dean and Cas are in purgatory, they’re attacked by Leviathans. Rather than showing us an epic fight scene with scary monsters that are “all teeth,” the action is totally skipped. What we do see is Dean saying a heartfelt prayer to Cas, forgiving him and asking for his forgiveness. Cas fights the Leviathans completely off screen.

Now, this could partially be to save time and money. These episodes are starting to be crammed with things (like they’re rushing to say everything before the end) but it still is significant that the writers chose to prioritize the emotional arc rather than the monster. Especially since Leviathans are the monster Chuck specifically mentioned in 15x04. We are not watching the show Chuck wants to write. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have missed the monster action.

Also, I find it very telling that in all the future scenes Chuck showed Sam, Jack was no where to be seen. Chuck says he’s just the messenger, that he’s not creating the future, that this is what will happen if he gets locked up, but we now know that it can’t have been an accurate future, because Jack wasn’t in it.

(Also I just have to say nothing has invoked such pure despair in me as much as just the thought of Dean needing to lock an insane Cas in a Malick box. Kudos to whoever wrote that and to Jensen for the way he delivered the line because that was the most horrific thing about that future to me. Broke my heart. )

anyway, in conclusion, the writers know we want a happy ending, and they are cleverly reweaving the fabric of the show in order to give us a satisfying one. Cas and Jack are the keys to that, because they weren’t a part of the “original” plan but they are irrevocably a part of the Winchester family now. (If I am wrong about this I will ... probably die. but we’ll have to wait for autumn to find out.)

#supernatural #season 15 meta #season 15 #predictions kinda sorta #thoughts #15x04 #15x05 #15x06 #15x07 #15x09 #sorry I didn't mention Eileen #I love her so much #I really really hope she comes back before the season is over #she has to #right?

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disaster-bi-shan · 5 years

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eh figuring out ry’s backstory and it Really Hurts, it’s probably incredibly convoluted and bc of sleep deprival doesn’t make much sense, but I think @bunny-loverxiv did send an ask about it like yonks ago too so…. *shrugs*

(under the cut)

to make more sense of why Baras has a Cathar as his apprentice and give more incentive to Ry for revenge, i figure maybe he’s more involved in Ry’s life earlier on outside the class story - having made Master Zhet a friend of Nomen Karr’s, then there’s a reason for him to know about Ry if he monitors Karr’s contacts. At the time he doesn’t yet consider him for actively manipulating, but notes of his volatility/isolation from others AND being Juhani’s descendant that would be easy to use against him should the opportunity arise.

(plus there’s supposed to be a Republic/Imperial conflict around the time of the Treaty on Dantooine which Baras goes to visit, also wanting Satele to turn to the dark side as Revan’s descendant, according to canon which I very briefly read over. I also did not realise there was an all out conflict on Dantooine there either, so uh, shit, poor Dvuhmi family being caught up in the crossfire of Another Goddamn War after getting away from Ord Mantell’s civil war/unrest, so more trauma and opportunity to resent the Republic \o\ not my fault this time, I swear)

Could prrrrobably have it so Karr and his newly knighted padawan Somminick Timmns are after him too, so Ry could have met him as a Padawan. (later on that would be a hilarious and sad reunion on Belsavis with Jaesa involved too, the ex-padawans of his old master, his master’s old friend that got killed, oof.)

anyway, Baras plants a trap meant for Karr by using his spies in the Order to make him suspicious that there are Sith operated slave rings/pit fights on Nar Shaddaa that he’s manning and using to funnel force sensitives into his ranks, but Zhet takes the bait first, doing so on behalf of Karr. Zhet takes Ry along with the intention to capture the Sith in charge and end the operation (liberating the slaves is a secondary objective) and ends up with more than what he expected. Baras was covertly funding a gang/cult to keep tabs on Palladius/Republic activity and the gang’s occasionally thrown a few recruits his way as cannon fodder, but for all intents and purposes it appears to Zhet before he died as if it was just a lowly Sith in charge in his last report back to the Jedi and a random gang that killed him, not people under Baras’ order.

Baras is annoyed because it didn’t go the way he wanted with Karr, but instead he’s left considering the idea again of turning Ry, but to do so he needs to see if he’d be capable of becoming Sith and being a useful asset and to break his spirit enough to be a viable candidate. He leaves him there for a few years instead of having his lackeys kill him outright, and deciding he’d settle for a descendant of Revan’s entourage instead, should he survive that and the trials.

Ry’s assumed dead by everyone he knew before through a combination force-repression cuffs and trauma he slowly cuts himself off from everyone, (unintentionally) severing Force bonds - which probably feel when the connection’s broken like they’ve sensed he’s died, even Vanami, (but she denies it anyway in a combination of denial and faith that he’s still alive despite what she felt. and she’s right. she blames herself at the time a lot for not being able to train him herself in the first place, then she would still have him and not’ve gone missing getting mixed up in idiotic Jedi and Sith conflicts.)

Story goes on, Ry goes on a murderous rampage killing most of the gang about four years later, the remainder of Baras’ surviving agents try to track him down and extract him, but they fail thanks to the friend Ry made in slavery, Hannen, (and was probably Ry’s first crush, which is Unfortunate because he only started to realise he really loved him in the month and a few weeks they had after busting themselves out and freeing everyone. Also he ends up naming Teffhan after him).

Since Penndi’s story starts a year before everyone elses’ and she’s already at the end of Chapter 1 with an established cult, he gets recruited by her instead, fuelled with spite and a whole lot of pain to get back at the Jedi any way he can, especially Karr. Logic kinda fails, he’s just really bitter at that point, willingly going off to join Baras because uh, self destructive, massively suicidal but taking everyone with him kind of mentality, mostly Jedi, and joining the Sith is the direct route, and what bigger irony than joining sides with his master’s friend’s nemesis? (Somewhat according to plan for Baras, I guess, just gets him later than intended.)

He also decides to go by Rylthos by this point and not Rai’lyos because 1) he’s too ashamed of himself and doesn’t think he’s deserving of the name/burying his past? 2) less likely to attract attention as a standardised name instead of Cathar,

Luckily he mellows out with Vette, since he was under Penndi’s tutelage and not immediately thrown into the meat-grinder that is the Korriban education system and he’s angry. but Not angry enough to take it out on her since he knows very well what it’s like to be a slave and it’s the first time in a while he’s Actually had someone to relate to and they both understand each other as alien ex-slaves. But still, he’s Pretty Damn Angry.

Getting tangled up in the whole conflict of Karr and Baras would make it a lot more meaningful and give some deeper parallels to Jaesa too. Gradually he’d come to realise he’s doing the same thing to Jaesa that had happened with him in being a pawn for Baras against Karr so he ends up going oh fuck, I am an Idiot and tries reaching out to Jaesa instead of ruining her life even more on Tatooine and Alderaan. There’s about when he starts getting reluctant to continue Baras’ orders, and potentially wonders if he’s had more of a hand in Zhet dying than just an intel slipup because he’d never thought to consider that before, but he’s not got anywhere else to go, (who would take him back after what he’s done?) and he’s still disillusioned with the Jedi. He continues to serve Baras but gets increasingly bitter and starts trying to go behind his back to sabotage him, it’s the least he can do to start making up for what he’s done, but he’s still just kinda. waiting for something to off him.

Karr gets sent back to the Order, unable to use the Force like Timmns says, but relaying back to them that not only was his friend’s Padawan alive, but under Baras’ thumb all along. and maybe he’s more invested in the whole trying to reform the empire thing with Jaesa since they’re both stuck there now.

(also Brenki!!!! they meet on Taris!)

It’s only when Draahg drops the cave on him on Quesh that Ry gets to know the full extent of what Baras did, confirming Ry’s feelings by mocking him about how he was always too weak, out of the loop, and how easy it was for Baras to manipulate him into his puppet by telling him that it was Baras’ doing he was a slave and ruined his life as thoroughly as he did, just to twist the knife in the wound. And that’s enough to get him out the cave, and Draahg’s mistake, because he’s powered on Absolute SPITE ^TM at that point, currently outweighing his desire to just let something kill him because Oh Boy, he’s Super Suicidal but he’s gotta take down Baras AND Draahg before he’s letting himself die, even if that means doing things for the Emperor and it’s ROUND 2 of being someone else’s puppet, and taking a few steps backwards in development and holy shit. He’s not ok at all. He throws himself into the Wrath thing at first because he just wants revenge and he doesn’t feel powerless, but at least has some of the control/maturity he lacked the first time around.

(his relationship with Brenki sours a little because he’s just fixated singlemindedly on revenge, and doesn’t contact her for a while either. mostly because what’s there to say apart from, i’m doing even more terrible things? brenki kinda gets railroaded into it too with Tormen, but it’s Definitely not the same scale. they fix it post class story round about corellia/ilum it’s just…. oh jeez. complicated. while he went back home after taris, the second dantooine visit doesn’t happen until after the class story ends/post-ilum, just because he feels he’s not ready to come home again in the state he is until then.)

And then after a second round of realising “OH FUCK. I AM A MORON, I WANT OUT” fighting draahg/mid chapter 3 and in the final confrontation with baras changes the plan slightly with Jaesa to sabotage as much of the Sith as possible or at least reduce their effectiveness enough for more reasonable people to get in charge.

Maybe he ends up sparing Baras this time round - while he desperately wants revenge for what Baras did and death feels final, that’s also what Baras wants, and isn’t it more poetic to let him wallow in the knowledge he’s been beaten?

#ramblings #oc: rylthos dvuhmi #long post

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kawaiikichi · 5 years

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See You on the Other Side (3/5)

Part three of five of my Saiouma Day one-shot! Okay, I literally underestimated how long it would take me to finish writing this along with how long it was going to be. So, that’s why it’s being posted tonight rather than last night.

So, there will be more canon divergence (who doesn’t love canon divergence)! It will diverge from canon after the double murder in chapter three.

I hope you guys like it! :)

Title: See You on the Other Side

Summary: The world works as such: everyone has a soulmate that they must find before either one of them dies. If one of them dies, the other person will become stuck in a loop, starting from a specific moment in time. However, the soulmate indicator changes each time and gradually becomes harder to recognize. This will continue until they find their soulmate.

Now that Shuichi knows for certain that Kokichi is his soulmate, he will stop at nothing to try and break the loop. But no matter how hard he tries, even going so far as to convincing Monobear to put off the third classroom trial until the next day, a bigger force is determined to stop him from getting Kokichi to acknowledge and accept him as his soulmate...

Soulmate Indicator: Tattooed on your arm is the last words that your soulmate says to you before they die. The tattoo will disappear once the soulmate has died. As the words disappear, a tingling sensation along with immense pain follows.

Notes: This is a mashup of both soulmate and time loop AUs; there are many rules that are put into place in this particular universe; some parts will be longer than others due to how much content needs to be covered (particularly Loop #4)

Warnings: Major canon divergence (ex. an additional rule being added to the handbook), character death; read at your own risk!

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Again, the detective was confused by the change in events.

He was waiting for them to rush to Kaede’s research lab and find Himiko’s dead body among the music sheets scattered on the floor.

He was waiting for Angie to be revealed as the culprit and be dragged to her execution.

He was waiting for Tenko and Korekiyo to fall into their comas from the shock of losing their soulmates.

So, why was it that it never happened?

Why did it go back to what happened during the first loop, with Rantaro being murdered in the library and Kaede being the culprit?

Shuichi dropped down onto the bed, running a hand through his hair.

This is too confusing...just what is going on here, he asked himself.

He rose his hand up, observing the tattoo that had appeared on his arm.

People will start to think you’re in love with me, Saihara-chan.

This phrase...does he say this to me or something, he asked himself.

He let his hand drop back down to his side.

“I guess I’ll have to wait and see...” he muttered under his breath.

He turned over on his side, blinking tiredly at the door. The nighttime announcement began to play as the lights turned off in the room. He found himself drifting off to sleep as the nighttime announcement came to an end.

💜💜💜💜

The third murder investigation came upon them quicker than Shuichi had expected. Everyone had split up and begin to investigate both the art room and the middle room, where Angie and Tenko’s bodies laid.

Shuichi had finished checking the floorboards as he noticed a bottle laying on the ground.

He furrowed his brows at this.

“What in the...? A bottle?” he wondered out loud.

He walked over to the bottle and picked it up.

“Did you find something?” Maki called out to him.

“Ah...” he turned, watching as she made her way over to him. “Yeah. I just happened to find this bottle on the floor.” he said.

“A bottle?” she questioned, quirking a brow in confusion.

She stopped beside him, taking the bottle from him and observing it.

“It’s empty...not only that, there’s no label on it.” she stated.

“That’s strange. Why was there a bottle in here, to begin with?” Shuichi asked.

“I wouldn’t know. What I’m curious about is how come you guys didn’t notice it before when you were all setting up for the seance?” she asked.

“Maybe it was the lighting?” Shuichi suggested.

“Could be.” she continued to observe the bottle. “This bottle...I think I saw ones similar to it in the warehouse.” she commented.

“You did?”

“Yeah. From what I remember, these are soulmate pain suppressants.”

“Soulmate pain suppressants?”

“Yeah. You can take these so that if your soulmate does happen to die, you will feel little or no pain at all.”

“I see...”

Shuichi brought his hand up to his chin as he continued observing the bottle.

If Harukawa-san’s correct, then that would mean Shinguji-kun took these pills so that he wouldn’t feel anything when he killed Yonaga-san. It must’ve been hard, having no choice but to kill your soulmate because they happened to stumble upon you preparing your murder, he thought to himself.

“We have some time before the trial, right? I want to head down to the warehouse and check to see if this really is a bottle for soulmate pain suppressants.” Shuichi stated.

“Alright.” Maki flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. “Let’s go, then.” she said.

Shuichi nodded, stuffing the bottle into his coat pocket and heading out of the room.

As soon as he stepped out, the pungent smell of blood reached his nose.

“Blood? Where is that coming fro—“ he turned and then, his blood turned cold upon seeing the sight before him.

Kokichi laid motionless on the floor, his face in a large pool of his own blood.

Shuichi swore his heart stopped beating. Panic flooded through him as his breath caught in his throat.

He knew that the supreme leader was joking. He knew that in a couple of minutes, he was going to raise his head and say in a chirpy voice that it was all a lie.

But for some reason, he found himself thinking for just a minute that maybe the supreme leader wasn’t lying this time.

There was an incessant ringing in his ears as memories flashed through his mind.

Their conversation about the star in his neck when they were changing out of their wet clothes.

The love suite dream.

The pain he felt as he was heading back to his room from his research lab.

Waking back up in the classroom with Kaede after passing out.

Finding Kokichi pestering Keebo in the warehouse.

Finding Himiko’s body in Kaede’s research lab rather than Rantaro’s body in the library.

Angie getting executed rather than Kaede.

His interaction with Kokichi in the library about soulmates.

The red string that connected them both.

Him running after the supreme leader upon recognizing the soulmate indicator.

Kokichi being sniped before Shuichi could reach out to him.

The tears, screaming, and sobbing that shook his being as he collapsed, vision going black...

He felt himself shudder at the memories, tears welling up in his eyes as Kokichi rose his head from the floor.

“It was a lie!” he declared.

Shuichi knew he was lying.

But he couldn’t shake the terror he felt upon seeing his motionless body on the floor.

He moved with wobbly legs towards the supreme leader, throat dry. Maki’s words were distant along with Kokichi’s giggling as he dropped down before him.

“Saihara-chan, why so—“ Before he could finish his sentence, Shuichi pulled him into a hug.

Kokichi stilled as the detective wrapped his arms tightly around him. His chin rested on his shoulder as the blood seeping from his head rolled down the sides of his face and stained his coat.

“S...Saihara-chan...I told you that I was—“ Kokichi stopped as Shuichi choked out a sob.

“I don’t care if it was a lie! Don’t do it again! I...” tears streamed down the detective’s cheeks. “I really thought you were dead...!” he choked out.

Kokichi pressed his lips into a thin line as he listened to the detective sob. He slowly pulled away, watching as tears continued to roll down Shuichi’s cheeks.

“Oh goodness, are you seriously crying?” Kokichi cupped Shuichi’s cheeks, swiping away at his tears. “I told you that it was a lie, Saihara-chan...” he trailed off.

“And I told you before that I don’t care!” Shuichi snapped.

Kokichi stared at him with a look of bewilderment as a voice interrupted them.

“Ahem! May I ask what’s going on here?!”

“Monobear!” Shuichi shot a look at the monochromatic bear. “I think Ouma-kun hit his head somewhere!” he exclaimed.

“Hm? Hit his head somewhere?” The bear shrugged. “Eh, he looks fine to me. There’s no need to panic over hitting your head on something, anyway.” it pointed out.

“But he’s bleeding!”

“Eh, so? It’s only a drop or two!”

“‘Only a drop or two?!’ There’s enough blood here to fill a small-sized pool!”

“Now, now, you’re exaggerating—“

“But, it’s still a fair amount of blood, isn’t it? In order to even have his head bleeding this much, he must’ve hit his head really hard! For all we know, he could have a concussion!”

“Uh, Saihara-chan, it’s okay.” Kokichi lowered his gaze. “I can handle it—“

“No, you cannot.” Shuichi stared at Monobear. “Put off the trial until tomorrow.” he said.

“Saihara, what are you—“ Monobear cut Maki off.

“Put the trial off until tomorrow?! Are you being for real right now?! That is total blasphemy!” it exclaimed in horror.

“Yes, I am being for real. He is terribly injured! He can’t participate in the trial like this!” Shuichi pointed out.

“Oh? But, I’m pretty sure he can, though. All he’s got to do is wipe the blood away and it’ll be good!” Monobear said.

“And what if that’s not the case? What if he ends up dying from this? If he does end up dying, then one of the rules will be violated, won’t it?” Shuichi countered.

Monobear began to sweat as Shuichi reached into his pocket and pulled out his Monopad.

“According to rule number sixteen in the handbook, the blackened can only kill two students max during the game. But, I’m sure we can also interpret it as having only two deaths, excluding the execution, occur all at once. So, if we leave Ouma-kun alone and he does die, then that rule would be violated. From what I can see, you like to follow your rules to a tee. So, if you do leave him to die, then you’ll be considered as someone who doesn’t even abide by their own rules.” Shuichi explained.

Monobear continued to sweat as Shuichi’s piercing gaze bore holes into it.

“You do want to follow the rules, don’t you?” he asked.

“Of...Of course I want to follow my own rules!” Monobear pulled out a mega phone. “Listen up, you punks! The classroom trial is being postponed until tomorrow due to one of your beloved classmates suffering from a major injury!” it shouted.

“Are you for fucking real right now?!” Kaito roared angrily.

Monobear put the mega phone away and it looked at Shuichi.

“There. Are you happy?” it asked.

“I am. Now,” Shuichi picked Kokichi off of the ground bridal style, “can you please bring some medical equipment to his room? I’ll carry him there.” he said.

“Roger!” Monobear replied, quickly saluting him before vanishing into thin air.

Maki watched Shuichi in surprise.

“Are you kidding me? Why are you showing concern for this little shit? He can bleed to death for all I fucking care.” she bit out.

“You may want him to bleed to death, but I don’t.” Shuichi told her.

“But, he’s caused nothing but trouble—“

“For you, he might have. But, not for me.” he began to walk off. “If the others are looking for me, tell them that I’m in Ouma-kun’s room!” he called out over his shoulder.

Maki wanted to protest, but decided to keep quiet as Shuichi headed downstairs to the third floor.

As he walked down the hall, Kokichi peered up at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Saihara...chan...?” he weakly muttered.

“It’s going to be okay, Ouma-kun. I’m not going to let you continue suffering like this.” Shuichi said.

A weak chuckle came from the supreme leader.

“Geez...why are you suddenly...caring...” Kokichi didn’t get to finish his sentence as he lost consciousness, his head resting against Shuichi’s chest.

Shuichi began to pick up the pace as he made his way down to the second floor.

Don’t worry, Ouma-kun. I’ll make sure that you don’t die on me, he said to himself.

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Hours have passed since the trial was postponed until tomorrow and Kokichi was given appropriate treatment for his injury.

Shuichi stayed by his side, wiping the blood off with a damp cloth and checking his condition every half hour.

As he went to empty the blood colored water into the bathroom sink, he heard a small groan.

“Ouma-kun? Are you awake?” Shuichi called out.

“Mmmm...yeah?”

Shuichi set the bowl down on the sink counter along with the cloth and he stepped back out.

“Are you feeling okay now?” he asked, grabbing for one of the chairs and pulling it over to the side of the bed.

“Yeah, I guess. My head just hurts a little, that’s all.” Kokichi replied.

“I see...” Shuichi trailed off.

He sat down in the chair and he reached out to rest the back of his hand against Kokichi’s forehead.

“Well, it seems like you don’t have a fever...” a smile crossed the detective’s lips. “I’m glad.” he said.

Kokichi furrowed his brows, a frown pulling at his lips.

“You don’t need to fret over me like that.” he swatted Shuichi’s hand away. “So? What ended up happening? My mind is kind of all over the place, so...” he murmured.

“Ah, Monobear put off the trial until tomorrow.” Shuichi replied.

“Huh? That bear did what?” Kokichi sat up, shock evident in his features. “But why would it do that? There’s no way it would willingly do such a thing.” he said.

“I know. I managed to convince Monobear to put it off.” Shuichi told him.

“Huh? You managed to convince Monobear?”

“I did.”

“But...why? You guys can do the trial just fine without me, you know.”

“You’re injured, Ouma-kun! You can’t participate in the trial like that!”

“Says who? I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like anyone would care if they find out that I was the one that was injured—“

“But I do! I do care, Ouma-kun! If your injury had gotten worse...I don’t think I would have been able to bear it!”

“Oh? And why is that, Saihara-chan?”

“Because you’re my—“ that was when he felt his throat go dry.

The words that he wanted to say simply refused to be said. It was as if something was preventing him from telling Kokichi that they were soulmates.

This is weird. Why...are the words not coming out, he asked himself.

Kokichi tilted his head to the side, peering at him curiously.

“I’m your what?” he asked.

“You’re my s—“ he felt himself getting choked up once again.

Why can’t I just say it, he asked himself.

He quickly stood.

“I think my throat’s a little dry. I’ll go get some water for us.” he said.

“Okay, then.” Kokichi replied as he dropped back down onto the bed.

Shuichi turned and he began to head out. Before he could step out, he heard Kokichi call out to him.

“Saihara-chan, before you go, I need to say something.” he said.

“What is it?” Shuichi answered, turning to look at him.

“You...are you actually...” Kokichi trailed off, licking his lips.

Shuichi eyed him curiously.

“Ah, forget it. It’s not that important, anyway.” Kokichi smiled at him. “You shouldn’t show so much concern for me. People will start to think you’re in love with me, Saihara-chan.” he warned.

Shuichi’s grip on the door handle tightened as he forced himself to grin.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind, then.” he said before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

He sighed as he made his way to the dining hall.

Why couldn’t I tell him that he’s my soulmate? That was the perfect opportunity to do so! So, why couldn’t I?! It was almost like something was preventing me from telling him, he thought to himself.

He walked into the dining hall and headed into the kitchen, grabbing two glasses from the cupboard as a thought hit him.

Maybe...something is preventing me from telling him. It’s almost like something is trying to keep me in this loop forever, he thought to himself.

He felt the temperature in the room drop as he turned on the faucet and filled up the first glass.

“Is that really it...?” he muttered out.

He brought the second glass under, watching it fill up with water as he mulled over the thought. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that the cup was overflowing, nor did he feel the water cascading down the sides of his hand like a waterfall.

A hand reached out and turned the faucet off, pulling Shuichi back into reality. He turned, seeing Tsumugi standing beside him.

“Shirogane-san...” he trailed off.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” she asked, her voice timid.

“No, no, you didn’t scare me at all.” he said.

“Oh, I’m glad.” she noticed the two glasses in his hands. “Who are you taking water for?” she asked.

“Ah, it’s for me and Ouma-kun. My throat felt a little dry and I feel like he needed to drink something, as well. So, I came out and got some water.” he explained.

“I see...well, I shouldn’t hold you up for too long.” she said.

“Alright. I’ll get going now.” Shuichi said as he began to head out of the kitchen.

“Oh, before you go!” Tsumugi called out.

“Hm?” Shuichi turned. “What is it?” he asked.

“Shinguji-kun hasn’t shown up since Monobear decided to put off the trial to tomorrow. If you happen to see him, tell him to come to the dining hall.” she requested.

“I’ll do that.” he said as he stepped out and headed back to the dormitory.

He furrowed his brows.

What in the world would Shinguji-kun be doing? He’s not destroying any of the evidence, is he, he asked himself.

Just then, he felt a tingling sensation on his arm. He slowed, glancing down at his arm as the tattoo began to disappear.

“What the...” he muttered.

Why is it disappearing like that? Is that even supposed to be—

Then, that all too familiar pain took over his body all at once. The glasses fell from his hands, shattering on the ground.

Wait...I got the indicator all wrong. The words on my wrist aren’t the most important thing he has to tell me. This is his last words to me before he dies, he thought to himself.

His eyes grew wide at the realization.

“No...” he muttered under his breath.

He fell to his knees as he let out a scream.

“No!” tears began to fill up in his eyes as the pain grew more intense. “Why?!” he screamed.

He dropped to the ground.

“Why, why, why?! Why do you keep doing this to me?!”

He sobbed, watching as his vision began to blur.

“Please stop keeping him away from me...stop killing him...please stop killing him!” he cried out.

The last thing he saw was the dormitory and a familiar figure slipping out before he lost consciousness once more.

♾ Ｌｏｏｐ３Ｅｎｄ ♾

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this is fan this spark into a flame, but im going on this acc so it doesnt show up on my main

Mae stepped out onto the creaky porch, throwing her arms into the air. "Well, that was fun!" Bea, crouched on the step, ever-present cigarette hanging from her mouth, gave a non-committal hum. They'd just made a daring escape from the basement of an odd old woman, aided by Bea's expertise in fixing machines, and Mae's experience in smashing the crap out of them. Even though Bea had apparently had to re-fix the furnace before they left, it was still Mae's powers of destruction that saved the day, /thank you very much/! Geez, and Bea said she was along for the ride. Mae half-tripped down the steps to plop beside Bea. "She gave us lemonade!" She beamed, raising a near empty plastic cup of over-sugary lemonade. Not that Mae cared, lemonade was lemonade. Unless it was that sugar-substitute stuff. /That/ was unacceptable. "Yeah." "You.... Not like lemonade?" Mae needled. Bea snorted, brushing a frizzy strand of hair behind her ear. "It's faaaaantastic." She drawled. Mae shot her a concerned look. Bea should be happy! They fixed a furnace, broke a furnace, then fixed it again! And now they had /lemonade/! "So what's up?" Bea turned away, angling her face to the moon. "Nothing. Just... Tired." She sighed, "Worked all day." "Hey!" Mae exclaimed indignantly. "I worked too!" "You tied a gnome to a plastic fan and spun it around. I don't typically consider that /work/." "Ex-cuuuse me, it was an elegant long-term solution and it would've worked!" Mae laughed, watching Bea's expression for any reaction. Bea's mouth turned up at the corner, a half-smile settling on her face. "Whatever you need to tell yourself at night." Mae scooted into a more comfortable position, setting down her now empty glass, and hugging her knees to her chest. From this point of view, everything seemed ethereal. She and Bea sat in silence on Mrs. Miranda's front porch, the moon illuminating her front yard, the only sound a few crickets chirping in the tall grass. She was almost afraid to talk, worried that it might break the peaceful spell hovering over them. Mae found herself studying Bea. Her dark skin, sharp eyeliner, and frizzy curls hastily pulled back into three knobs. The lilt of her mouth when she was happy, her piercing brown eyes, black lipstick, perfectly shaped eyebrows, and her now oil stained and calloused hands. /Oh my God./ Mae thought. Out of all her friends, Bea was the most mysterious. After seventh or eight grade- Mae couldn't really remember which anymore- they'd stopped hanging out anymore. It was gradual. No fight, nor argument. Every day, she just saw Bea less and less, until they were more like strangers than best friends. They stopped talking altogether when Bea's mom died. But now, Mae was back! And she finally had the chance to make things better. Maybe it'd be okay, coming home so suddenly like this, because they were here together. If they were stuck in Possum Springs, they were stuck with each other. And now, one of those perfect eyebrows was arched questioningly, and Mae could only think of how glad she was to be spending tonight smashing up old furnaces with this girl, and- "Do I have something on my face?" Bea monotoned, abruptly snatching Mae out of her daydreaming. "Huh? I-uh, uhhhh, wha?" Mae stammered. "My face. You were staring, so I could only assume you'd finally lost it, or something dripped on me. I guess it was the former." Mae's skin tingled with embarrassment, her veins still coursing with adrenaline and excitement from the furnace escapade. She stood up abruptly, the porch step creaking under her sudden shift. "I'm all hyper." She said, tapping her fingers erratically on her arm. "Good for you." Mae huffed, throwing her head back. "Ugh, you are /zero/ fun." Bea nodded certainly. "Yup." Mae waved her hands in front of her excitedly, "You need some, some magical shit, to like give you a new perspective." "Ah. Let me know when that happens. Wouldn't want to miss it." Bea took another puff of her cigarette, staring off at something in the distance. Mae looked at her. How could someone sit still and just /think/ for that long? Not Mae. She couldn't remain in the same place for more than 5 minutes at a time. Unless it was thinking about Bea. Mae thought she could probably stretch that out for a while longer. Mrs. Miranda really was weird. It didn't look like she ever cut the grass, and her lawn was covered in all sorts of weird shit, from garden gnomes to the giant-ass windmill near the driveway. Whatever- it was still a pretty cool house anyway. The whole yard was tinged with blue, and the cold moonlight made everything look silvery, like something from a dream. Mae decided she liked it. Mae stepped off the porch. "I'll be back in a minute, I'm gonna go climb the windmill!" Bea sighed. "Please try not to break that too." "No promises," Mae grinned, and then trotted down the yard. The long, dry grass brushed up against her jeans, and found its way to her ankles, tickling her. It was kinda uncomfortable, but she bet it looked awesome. The lone hero, standing majestically in her faded orange t-shirt and waving grass, facing the beast that was a great iron windmill that looked rusted to to one position. Out of the corner of her eye, Mae saw a teensy lightening bug glow softly, then flit to her shoulder. "Ohhhh, hey little guy! You coming with me? Yeah, don't worry, I'll take good care of you." When a second flocked to her she felt special. When a third landed on her forehead, she felt as if her heart was about to explode into tiny shiny pieces. With a solid jump, she landed on the first blade of the windmill, feeling accomplished when it did nothing more than emit a rusty groan beneath her. She hopped from one to another, then to the upper most blade, not noticing that a small gathering of fireflies were now trailing behind her until they all lit up. "Wow..." Mae breathed, surveying the street from her vantage point, watching as a few lone cars lit up the street as they drove on to more busier sections of town. She reluctantly hopped down, metal creaking beneath her as more and more fireflies began to join her crusade. She walked steadily through the gently blowing grass and navigating the various lawn ornaments, re-arrived at the porch steps with a throng of fireflies. Mae couldn't help but grin, putting on her best, "this was perfectly intentional" face. Bea's jaw dropped, her cigarette nearly dropping from her mouth. "Wow." And then, to Mae's delight, she began laughing. Bea shook her head a few times in disbelief, before dissolving into chuckles. It was beautiful. Her eyes lit up brighter than her entire firefly mob, and she just looked so /happy/ that it made Mae happy too. Bea lifted her head again, looking at Mae. "Haha.. Hah. Are you some kind of firefly whisperer or something?" Mae shrugged. "They just like me, I guess." Bea looked at her with something akin to wonder. "That's..." She shook her head. "You're an interesting person, Mae Borowski." Mae nodded sagely, a few fireflies drifted towards the porch light. "Granddad said being interesting is all you can ever hope to be." Mystified, Bea hummed in agreement. "Well, mission accomplished." "Woohoo!" Bea's mouth seemed to be upturned in a permanent smile now, and Mae's heart was speeding into overdrive. Bea smirked. "Y'know. I have to say, this would've been a much less exciting evening if you weren't along for the ride." "See?" Mae offered helpfully. "I'm good to have around." "I mean, you can certainly beat the shit out of a furnace." "I can beat the shit out of /anything/." Now, it was Bea's turn to study her. She took a long drag of her dying cigarette, and murmured, "You should, like, channel that aggression you always have into something useful." Mae shrugged again, but this time her shoulders felt like someone had dropped a rather large weight on them. "Eh, Dr. Hank said way back I needed to repress it." Bea's smile quickly vanished. "'Repress'? Not, like, 'learn to deal with it'?" "Nope. He specifically said, 'repress'." "Uh, okay. Hm." Bea seemed troubled by this, and sensing a shift in tone, Mae sped onto another topic. "My firefly powers aren't for me only, y'know." Bea raised an eyebrow, and the ghost of a smile reappeared on her face. "Oh?" More emboldened now, Mae kept talking. "Yeah, they can be, y'know, transferred." "Is that so?" Bea snorted. "I'm telling the truth! Close your eyes." "That sentence makes me far more inclined to get up and run now." Mae shook her head emphatically. "No, no! Close 'em." Bea huffed, but obediently closed her eyes. "And no peeking!" "Uh-huh. Got it." And with that, Mae leaned forward and planted a kiss directly on Bea's mouth. She pulled back quickly, and rubbed the charcoal colored lipstick off with the back of her hand, her heart beating frantically, and her nerves coursing with excitement. Bea stared at her with wide eyes, a silhouette in the porch light. "See? Now you have them too. We can be masters of the fireflies together." Finding her voice again, Bea shakily muttered, "You are really something else, Mae." Mae clapped her hands loudly. "So, do you think Mrs. Miranda, like, pulled her husbands guts out? Isn't that what you do with mummies?" "I dunno, Mae." Fueled by elation, Mae pushed forward. "Do you think you'd have the stomach for it?" Bea snorted. "Nope." "It probably took a lot of heart." She was laughing quietly. "Yup." "I wish she would /ex-pleen/ it to us." Mae giggled. "I get it, Mae." Every word was punctuated by giggles now. "She really /rectum/." Bea burst into a fit of laughter. "Okay, now that probably stayed in place." "Yeah," Mae agreed, "that should stay where it be-lungs." Bea stood up, and began walking into the calm blue night. "I'm leaving." "Hey!" Mae crowed out, smile stretched wide, "You gotta liver your life!" "Bye." Bea yelled back, words interrupted by involuntary spouts of laughter, "This is me, gone." "Hey, wait up!" Mae sprinted behind her. "You're walking back to town." "You've got a lot of... haha... Gall to say that!" Bea looked back, and Mae almost stopped dead at how beautiful she was. Her eyes crinkled up at the corners, her hair was wild and rumpled, her dark skin almost glowed silver. She laughed, wiping the corner of her eye. "I'm gonna call the cops." And as Mae sped after her, a lone firefly trailing behind, she thought about how for the first time since she left for college, she was happy where she was. And maybe- just maybe- this was where she belonged.

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