Nonsensical Writing.

Which is funny, since the Underworld was always cold for her since she got herself married to Hades.

No, she thought, it ceases being cold when she warmed up to that young child.

She hugs herself tighter, feeling colder still, when her thought strays to her stepson.

Hades’ only living son. Nico di Angelo.

She can barely remember when it started, but she remembers how it changed.

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“Shun, don’t you think…”

“Saori-san, you know very well I’ve made up my mind. And besides, we’ve discussed this many times before.”

The young Goddess sighed. It was obvious she was regretting her decision. “Yes, I know that. I would love to say there are other ways…”

“But there’s none, isn’t it? That’s why I’m doing this. I’ve seen Alone’s memories, and…” Shun shuddered as he recalled everything; the feelings, the guilt that Alone has and there was no one there to saw it unfold.

“It hurts. It’s painful to see what happened to him, and I was unable to do anything to help him. If I have the power to change something so that things will be different, so be it.” At that, Shun looked straight into other’s eyes. “If I can stop the Holy War and its history from repeating, I don’t mind doing this all over again.”

Looking into his bright eyes, Athena knew nothing could faze the 14-years-old from his decision. In that matter, he could be more stubborn than even Seiya. But there was still something that worries her. “How… how about Ikki?”

The determined eyes that were so bright before gloomed at that. “I… I don’t know. No one was able to find or contact him since that day.”

‘The day I made up my mind in front of everyone. The day he gave me this,’ Shun slowly rubbed his still-sore cheek. The same one that had been slapped by his brother just a week ago.

Saori just watched him silently, before throwing her caution to the wind and hugged the young man in front of her.

“Saori…-san?”

“Why must someone so likable, so lovable like you have to be the one to do this? Why can’t the world be fair to you, just this once?” She tightened her grip around his shoulders, for once feeling angry. She has power, but even that enormous power could not change what fate has decided for Shun.

Shun smiled at that, hugging her back. “World is never fair, Saori-san. But at least I have happy memories. And I’m sure I’ll continue to gain them.”

Saori was about to say something to that, when Aiolos came in.

“Athena-sama, Shun-kun, everyone is ready— Is everything alright?”

She let go of Shun hastily, rubbing the tears that threatened to come out. “Yes, Aiolos, We’re fine. Shall we go now, Shun?” The question was directed to the Saint in front of him, whose green eyes turned calm and cold.

No, no longer a Saint…

“Of course, Sao— Athena.”

With that, Shun turned towards the door and into the main hall where everyone was waiting for him and Athena to come out. He looked at the group of people in front of him, giving a small smile to each and everyone of them.

Seiya, Hyoga, Shiryu, his three friends who have been by his side for everything; his master Deidalus and June, who have been supporting him in everything he did before; the Gold Saints, each and everyone of them has a role in his life…

Nii-san, if only you’re here…

And a bit further from the rest of the group were Rhadamanthys, Minos and Aiacos, waiting silently for the ceremony to start. Three of them bowed slightly at him when he set his eyes on them.

My new family members…

With a grace fitted of his new status, Shun moved to the center of the hall, where the box of Andromeda Cloth was placed on an altar. Once he reached there, he put a hand on the box, took a deep breath, and spoke out loud.

“I, Shun of the Andromeda constellation, with this vow, is no longer a part of Athena’s Saints. With this blood,” at that moment, black-coloured blood started to leak out from his palm and dropped onto the box, “I announced myself,” he walked to the three Spectres, the bleeding palm brushing the front part of their Suplices, “As the one with the rights to rule over the Underworld in the name of the Underworld God.”

At that, his gold pendant that he had been wearing glowed, as if taking in his vow. Shun took another deep breath, turned to the other occupants of the halls, with the Spectres by his side. “With this, I announced myself as the human incarnation of Hades, and I shall rule the Underworld as how it is supposed to be.”

‘Goodbye, Andromeda Shun…’

“If it needs to be, then so be it. I’ll be Hades, if that is what it takes to maintain the stability of this world and the other.

Even if it means Andromeda Shun has to die. For this is the duty of the human named Shun.”

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… I don’t know where did this come from. *hides*

“Ikki?”

“…”

“Ikki.”

“…”

“Ikki!”

“… I’m not talking to you.”

“…” Smack!!

“Owh! What the fuck was that for, Kazu??!!”

“For skipping practice, and ignoring me. What the hell are you doing, Ikki?”

“… I’m thinking. Can’t a guy think alone once in a while?”

“You don’t think, Ikki. You just do. Leave the thinking either to me or Agito.”

“… That’s harsh, especially coming from you. I think Agito influenced you a bit too much.”

“Whatever. Now, spill it before I kick you again.”

“… It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

A sulk. “IT’S NOT FAIR HOW YOU MANAGED TO FINISH YOUR COMBI WITH AGITO, AND OURS STUCK FOR WHO FUCKING KNOWS HOW LONG!”

… A sigh. “This again, Ikki?”

“Why are you acting as if there’s nothing wrong with it, Kazu? I’m hurt!”

“Yes, yes. And we also know Agito’s Fang also hurts a lot.”

“KAZU~~~!!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that almost everyone thinks that a combi between both of us will be too predictable, and the opponent might have guessed it. Isn’t that why we decided on me and Agito combi, as well as you and Buccha combi instead?”

“…”

“Ikki, please don’t make harder for the rest of us.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

A smile. “Then, how about we join the others? Buccha’s starting to think there’s something wrong with him and not you.”

“On one condition. Give me a kiss, Kazu.”

“Here? Why… Ikki, are you jealous?”

“… Just shut up and give me that kiss.”

A kiss. “There, happy?”

“For now, yes. Promise we’ll practice our combi after this battle.”

“Of course. Have I ever break my promise to you?”

A laugher ringing in the air. “It’s you, Kazu. Of course not.”

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Chapter 257. Can’t get it out of my head, but have other fics and priorities to think about. Will fix it once I’m free.

Tsuna smiled happily throughout breakfast that day, making Lambo and I-Pin stared at him confusedly. Bianchi was nowhere to be seen, while Reborn looked at him with a smirk that seemed to have soften around the corner.

“You look happy, Tsu-kun,” Nana said, noticing the good mood her son was in.

“Yes, today’s quite a special day,” Tsuna replied, the smile remained on his face, even when Lambo tried to distract him by stealing his food.

“Then you have to go now, or you’ll be late to school and miss them, Dame Tsuna.”

“E-eh? It’s this late?? I’ll be going now, Mom, Reborn!” the Vongola Decimo reached for his school bag, rushing to leave as not to miss his two friends who would always walk with him to school.

“Have fun at school!”

‘As much fun you can have with the main person not being there…,’ Reborn thought quietly.

“Morning, Tsuna!” Yamamoto greeted him with his usual smile.

“Good morning, Yamamoto. Eh, where’s Gokudera-kun?” He asked, noticing that his Storm Guardian was not there, for once.

“I don’t know,” Yamamoto shrugged. “It’s not like him not to be here before going to school.”

Tsuna shook his head. “Maybe he’s already at school.”

But Gokudera was not there when they arrived. In fact, he was not at school the whole day. Even Hibari noticed his absence, judging by how he looked at their group.

“Ne, Tsuna-kun, where’s Gokudera-kun?” Kyoko asked, worry laced in her voice.

“Yeah, where’s the Octupos-head?? We were supposed to extremely surprise him today!!” Ryohei roared. Tsuna glanced at the hallway, noting someone walked nearby.

“Dr. Shamal!” He ran towards the adult, not noticing the solemn look on his face. “Do you know where’s Gokudera-kun?”

“… He or Cavallone Dino didn’t tell you anything?”

“Eh, tell me what?”

“He went back to Italy last night, with Dino. They found some stuff about his mother, and they need him to be there.”  

“Eh?”

Tsuna wondered if there was any worse way to celebrate one’s birthday.

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Just the start for a fic that I hope I can finish for Gokudera Hayato’s birthday.

Daisuke just sat there, stunned and quiet, as people around him moving panickedly. Koushiro was beside him, hand firm on his shoulder although the goggled boy was not aware of it. The older teen could even punch him just for the sake of it and he would not even realise it.

His attention was fully on the opened-door of the room in front of him. More specifically, the unconcious boy on the bed inside the white, plain room.

Sitting and standing around the boy were the crying Hikari, the depressed-looking Yamato, calm Taichi whispering quiet, comforting words to the two (but the younger boy knew that he was anything but calm), Iori stared silently at the prone figure on the bed, and Ken…

Watching his best friend depressed Daisuke even more.

Ken was holding on tightly to the blond boy’s warm yet cold hand, not moving ever since the doctors permitted visitors to come in. The Child of Kindness was crying his eyes out, whispering nothing, but the new leader of Chosen Children could almost hear what he wanted to say.

‘Why? Why it had to be you?’

Yes, why? Why him? The only one who actually tried to know him, and because of his ignorance, failed to understand that notion until it was too late.

Why? Why Takeru, of all people?

And finally, Daisuke’s tears went down, silently blaming himself, even if others did not, for what had happened.

‘I’m sorry. So please Takeru, come back. So I can listen to your voice again.’

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Just something that has been invading my brain for a while.

He entered the room, closing the door as quietly as when he opened it.

The room was dark, yet due to the moonlight pouring in, he had no problem moving around. Tonight was darker than it usual was, probably due to the cloud covering the moon, but it was yet a problem to the man.

He was used to entering this room in the dark, and would continue to do so in the future.

As he looked around, he noticed that the room was still meticulously clean, most of its furniture showed no sign of being used.

Except for the bed, which had an occupant in it. An occupant who, the man smiled fondly, had been waiting for him.

Just like always.

The brown-haired man moved slowly to the man, footsteps silenced by the carpet.

He took off his coat and his tie, noting the pair of silk pyjamas on the chair by the bedside. Without bothering to change however, he slipped beside the other, hands already seeking out the familiar waist, pulling it close to him.

The other woke up, green eyes dazedly searching for his new bed partner. Without he could open his mouth to speak, he was silenced by a kiss.

“It’s alright. Let’s just sleep tonight, ‘kay? Both of us are too tired anyway.”

Giving a small, sleepy smile, the other just snuggled in closer, arms around the new occupant of the bed.

The man put a gentle kiss on the silky silver hair as he continue to watch his partner sleep, taking in everything he could.

For he knew, when he woke up tomorrow morning, his Right-hand man would be long gone, doing his usual duties.

And he would do his as the Vongola Decimo, as well as tending to his wife. Just like how Hayato would return to his lover.

In this dark room bathed in moonlight, Sawada Tsunayoshi decided before he surrendered to the dream world, this was the real right place for him.

The more he watched his Lord practising his sword, the more Ryuunosuke felt that the battle between Takeru and Juuzou was not something that was meant to be. His Lord did not have to do all this; forcing himself too far just for the damned Gedoushu.

There must be something that he could do to convey this to his Lord. His Lord’s place was with them, not somewhere else.

A figure blocking him from the sun brought the Water Shinkenger out of his thoughts. “Ryuunosuke.”

“My Lord…”

As if sensing his vassal’s troubled thoughts, Takeru said, “You don’t have to worry about me. I can handle Juuzou by myself.”

“But my Lord…” A hand that was held in front of him quietened him.

“I promise this Ryuunosuke, I’ll come back, no matter what the outcome is. And for that, I want you to take this.”

The other gasped at the Inroumaru given to him. But it could not be…

“My Lord, for me to use it… Surely Genta is more suitable than me.”

“But I trust you, Ryuunosuke. And I trust you to be here when I come back.”

The small smile on the young Lord’s face assured Ryuunosuke of what he has to do. If he could not fight his Lord’s battle for him, then he was willing to do anything else to ease the other’s mind.

He would do everything to be there when Takeru came back to his home, victory or not.

“Yes, my Lord.”

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A/N: For Ep.26

It was cold.

If he ever said that to other people, they would most probably look at him weird. It was as if he not used to cold.

But, really, what he was not used to was cold cold.

Others would not be able to understand. Ever since his Zanpakutou left his icy plane, he felt lost. It was as if he was back at Jyurinan again.

Lost, confused, alone. Cold.

He was a weird child with white hair, teal-green eyes and icy attitude, or so those people at Jyurinan said.

He wielded the coldest Zanpakutou in Soul Society, or so those Shinigami said.

Combined, he was a cold taichou with an amazing skills, or so Matsumoto said.

But now with Hyourinmaru gone, he felt colder than ever. At least before, he had someone to share this coldness with.

A being that could make him feel warmth even in their combined planes of cold, white snow and iciness.

Hitsugaya Toushirou wondered, silently, if he could, at least once, feel that warmth again.

If Hyourinmaru also felt this lost of warmth and missed it.

“Al… can I ask you something?”

“Hmm… What is it, Bell?”

“Are you hiding something from me?”

“What are you mean by that? You know I won’t do that.”

“… Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“…”

“Okay, what is it, Bell?”

“But… you are hiding something from me.”

“… What do you mean by that?”

“You and Nanashi… I saw both of you doing something, and…”

“… And?”

“Why did both of you put your lips together like that?”

”!!!”

“Is it… something bad?”

“… No, but…”

“But? Al, tell me!”

“He’s just helping me with… something.”

“Huh?”

“I was… having problems with my breathing, so… Nanashi helped me.”

“Oh? Thank goodness. Maybe he’s not that bad, afterall.”

“Of course he’s not that bad. He helped me, remember?”

“Yes! But are you alright now? Are you breathing okay now?”

“… Yes, I’m alright now. I think Ed’s calling you.”

“Okay. I’m gald you did not hide anything from me, Al!”

“…”

“… Thank you for fairy’s naivete, eh, Al-chan?”

“… Ah.”

He wonders, at times, what in the two worlds makes him do all this.

Compared to anyone else here, he is nothing. Everyone else, even if the War Game does not exist, will probably shine brightly one way or another.

Him? Most probably fade in the background without anyone but his mother and probably his father to know his birth, existence and death.

But isn’t it the same with his father as well? His father, who works as a farmer before decides to join the Cross Guard. His father, who died proudly protecting MAR Heaven.

His father, whose death was not noticeable by the world, yet acknowldeged by the great people who witnessed his Battles.

If his father is willing to fight, to die, in order to protect something precious, why can’t him?

After all, he is Jake’s son.

“Jack, what are you doing there? The Final Battle is starting soon!”

“Coming, Ginta!”

Jack may not be someone who will shine as brightly as his friends, but damn if he is going to let them ignore his existence.