Pumpkin

Intimidating air to pulverize impressions of tranquility, hope suffocated, pressured to mold to a state of discord. Wails of gods hand to vanquish the adversary, shrieking vengeance to their end, last only a moment, raw mortality exuding with their dying breath. Long has since the brutally acclaimed tasks burdened the veiled character, each misdeed pursued with anguish and curses. Austere commissions becoming the norm for their own creeds, to bring a sort of… liberation. The petty deaths (merciful in comparison to the anarchy) cadavers for the rebirth of a fallen nation, tyranny’s forced hand on the capital to justify onslaught… Almost.

        should he dismiss it as mere coincidence that two of night raid’s         more capable members have transferred to the same high-school         shared by himself and twelve? they are nothing to do with him,         despite previous conflict between both factions they both co-exist,         blissfully ignoring the other’s influence.

Well, they were damn innocent looking enough to pass as totally-not-an-assassin and another monkey to do dirty work would spare them less effort during missions... Plus Najenda really did have their sights set on him.

A huff is drawn from the meagerly sized girl, fluffing up their hair, and a little extra bounce in their step. Regret and more resentment was all they could taste from this. Especially regret. And so the marksman is made to act as a love-struck student confessing in a school hallway. 

                     "Hey-- Ah! Uh, m-mind if we have                       a bit of a chat? S-somewhere                       private, p-please!"

           Nothing she’s saying makes any sense.            She’s about as nice as Tsukishima                                     … and about as cute as Tanaka.

          “Uh huh… yeah right,”            he mumbles offhandedly, lips lightly pouting as            he glances over her weird outfit once more.                                                 Wait— did she say team?

               "The absolute cutest, and don't you forget it                 brat."

A crass tone drawls, character oblivious to the taller boy's evident vexed nature, a smile, of a cocky substance, rising. And of course the female would have continued on to ego driven jargon if the latter pointed out their blunder of naming them part of a team.  Ahaha, the boss is gonna have her head for this. 

               "Uh- I'm part of a team. And school well--"

School? They've never gone or even been near the general vicinity of a school, a good 90% of night raid (except for Lubbock-- but honestly fuck that guy), didn't have the luxury to be educated in their youth. They'd make the assumption that the other was doused in all the wonderful things in life if they didn't smell or dressed like a hobo.

        "—Shortass? But i’m taller than you." 

Ah, the blissful, ray of light the latter dawned, a flickering light, contrast to the despairing void of the capital, crucial to the corrupt backdrops rebirth- Wait. Taller than her? And so it is. The void of the capital is yet to be filled and emptied of all the lurking treachery. 

                   "Mean? Excuse you, I am the definition of sugar                     and spice, and everything nice, and can kick                     your ass to hell and back. I'll have you know that I--"

...Happened to have no clue of where they were in the slightest.

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                                                                      It was good to be back home. 

Swallowing paleness transformed into translucent pallidity as 'it' drew closer. Unnerving composure punctuated through to the very core of his existence. To know the structure of his mind - to delve deeply and discover the beginning, end and middle of his creation. A life preordained - for evermore - by unwelcoming member, casting him in their shadows. Irreversibly deemed as an entity, he was but a lone soul amidst the infinite torrents of ruckus.

                           Oh

                                                                        .  .  .  .  . 

                 But how the hell were they suppose to explain the mess?

Their rebuttal? They wouldn't. Rushed speech, crass in manner, falters to address the character.

                                 "Ah... So how was it? You, um, mess up                                   anything? Rip your pants? Did s-something                                   stupid i'm sure."