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My father was late again. I knew that not because I saw the clock -- reading time was a skill I had yet to master -- but because my mother had set aside the book she was reading to stare out one of our large living room windows at the driveway. It had become a familiar sight over the last few months, okaa-sama keeping vigil as she waited for otou-sama to come home, and I no longer thought it as something unusual, my father's tardiness becoming just as routine as brushing my teeth or my daily piano practice. "Where is he?" my mother asked herself aloud, pulling back one of the drapes to better see outside. It was already nighttime, and the sky was filled with a thousand twinkling lights appearing like fairy dust against a background of black velvet. "Ryoji should be home by now…" Putting an orange crayon back in its proper place inside the box, I looked over at my beautiful mother and frowned. Okaa-sama looked so sad… She always wore that look on her face when otou-sama was late, and I

part 3 the 3 got up from there bed they took outside there room to see if there anyone around "look like there no one around" said aya "but there is a small note on are door must be are chore" said sliva as she grab the note and look at it "look like im going to store today and makeing the food today" said sliva "im dusting the library" said lucia "im cleaning the pool"said aya "look like know what do today but first let eat im thinking pancakes" said sliva "sounds great" the two said as they walk down the hall. soon they made to the kitchen as zexion show them and entered and sliva started makeing breakfast and the two got some orange juice then sat down, then little time later door creak open the tarn so see it was vexen and lexaeus "good morning said aya "good morning i see you 3 are up this early" said vexion "we slept early" said lucia "good what makeing sliva" ask lexaeus "pancakes you two what some" said sliva " that sound good i take 4" said lexaeus "no thank i just have

Chapter 7 In the Nick of Time “Are you sure about this?” Booker asked, holding the glass-fronted helmet sceptically, “I’ve done a lot of crazy things in my time, but taking a walk in space is a new one.” The private investigator was standing in the Normandy’s forward airlock, already wearing a bulky spacesuit and magnetic boots. With him was the ship’s silver-haired medical officer, Karin Chakwas. “You’re the only person here who can do it,” Doctor Chakwas replied, taking the helmet and placing it over his head. “Are you kidding lady? Up until yesterday, I didn’t even know space travel was possible!” “And I didn’t know that different universes existed until yesterday. We’re all learning new things Mr. DeWitte.” She locked the helmet into place and there was a rush of air as the suit pressurised. Booker sighed. The ship’s computer had detected something moving around the ship’s hull. They had not been able to get any images of it, but they knew it needed to be removed before

Ever since being roboticized, Unit Vanilla understood that order was good, order was beautiful, and a healthy status quo was part of that order. But she feared the war waging between the Egg-Acorn Empire and the Old Ones was doomed to a grinding deadlock. There would be no victor, only an endless waste of resources while friends and family destroyed each other only to be respawned/rebuilt to fight again... Unit Vanilla recalled how for some mobians an endless battle where there was no fear of truly dying was their heaven, Valhalla. Unit Vanilla did not see the appeal, but she also knew not to judge others, only curtail their actions if they harmed others. In spite of the grim possibility of a frozen war, Unit Vanilla had no desire to become a soldier, a warrior she was not, she had other functions she was proud of. A jingle audibly announced the arrival of a guest. Unit Vanilla turned from her workshop to see Unit Amy Rose had entered. "Hello Unit Amy," Unit Vanilla

Serena stood in front of her Delphox, Pancham and Sylveon as she said, “Okay, I think we’re ready for our next Showcase. Pancham, you’ve really gotten better at timing your Ice Punch in our routines. “Cham, Pancham!” Pancham said with a grin. “And Sylveon, your Fairy Wind’s gotten more dazzling! Let’s try adding more dance moves in our next routine to make it really shine!” “Syl, Syl!” Sylveon said with a backflip in the air. “Yeah, just like that! Delphox, I think we need to practice some of your Psychic moves; I feel like they would really wow the audience if we could combine a Psychic with your Mystical Fire. “Del…” Delphox said with a slight hesitation in her force. “Don’t worry; I’ve got an idea,” Serena said as she held up a dark pink crystal on a pendant. “I got this a while back and figured it’d be perfect for you. It’s called a Psychic Gem, and it should help you get control of your Psychic abilities.” Delphox seemed hesitant, but accepted the gem and put it around her

For some of the decepticons, Arachne was kind of weird due to her curiousity and liking of human culture and objects but what she liked the most was the music at the point she downloaded at least 500 songs, as it was usual for her she was walking and dancing the way to her room. The song she was dancing was "The phantom of the opera" from Nightwish, the melody and rhytim was intoxicating for every circuit and servo of her body making her hips and legs to go along with the music. Usually she wouldnt pay a lot of attention to her surroundings but something called her attentio, she saw Doomsayer cornering Knockout against the wall. "Are those two a thing?" she thought to herself, she was aware that Knockout was bisexual and that poligamy was not an issue to him, still you dont need four eyes to notice that there was lovers spat between those two, it looked a lot more like an abuser trying to assault his victim. Knockout was one of the few decepticons that treated her kindly and became a

I don't own Hetalia okay? I know I have a few other fics I should be working on but guess what I've been hit with a lot of one-shot ideas lately. And they won't leave me alone until I write them. Anyway, enough of this A/N on with the fic! It was a warm August afternoon as Russia picked up the package with dread. It had been a busy few days with his sisters. Ukraine had her birthday just the day before and now it was Belarus's. And while he loved spending time with Ukraine, Belarus terrified him. I cannot just not show up to Natalya's birthday. That would be rude... He sighed looking at the ceiling. "Is something bothering you Mr. Russia?" Lithuania asked as he looked over at him from his cleaning. "Today is Belarus's birthday but I do not want to go." Russia moaned placing his face in his hands. "But she is my little sister." Lithuania sighed. He knew just why Russia would be so conflicted. Belarus was scary and obsessed with him to the point of wanting to marry him. He only saw her