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A thing I wrote to set up a setting where all the kiddies can meet, hug, fight, beat up vending machines, and solve a mystery.

Someone pulled all the kiddies from their own worlds and threw them into some place.

Basically an excuse to write weird settings, make kids and parents interact, practice writing characters, and maybe have another thing to rp with.

flamestoillusions heroxcondor and thewolfisawake kiddies featured here.

Some half a kilometer or so from a quiet beach, a luxury liner was sinking into the ripple-less sea. The white hull, licked with bright red and orange flames, made no sound as it disappeared. The only witnesses were the stars above and their reflections on the still mirror below.

To the few pairs of eyes on the beach, it was only a speck. A vibrant speck on the horizon.

“Takara!” Fweet called out when her cousin reached the water first. The breeze whistled over the sand and flowers.

White daisies dotted the beach, growing impossibly on the sand as if to match the twinkling dots in the sky and ocean. The girls took no notice of it. Takara was only thirsty and Fweet was only worried.

Dipping her finger in the utterly tranquil water, Takara took a lick and instantly, a shiver ran down her spine.

“Yuck! Salty! Salty?” Takara stuck her tongue out as her cousin caught up to her. A little tear was stuck on the corner of her rose coloured eye. “How am I supposed to drink this when it tastes like tears?”

               “With a cup, silly!” Fweet chided her dark haired cousin as she brushed back her own. Procuring a cup from her bird-shaped backpack, she held the plastic green cup up with both hands as Takara clapped. “Water always tastes normal whenever mommy and mommy puts it in a cup so let’s share!”

               A young man rushed towards them and the daises physically shifted away to let him through.

               Once his knees hit the perfectly dry and powdery sand, the two girls looked to him blankly. Holding out two water bottles the boy waited. Soon, life and recognition sprung into the younger children’s eyes.

“Tristan? You brought us water!” Takara cheered but her attention was taken by the sea again. Half a second later, it was back on Tristan. “You brought us water?”

Smiling awardly, the man glanced at Fweet’s cup before motioning to it with a water bottle.

“Oh! We already had water but since you came all this way, thanks!” Fweet grinned, taking the bottles from her older brother. She was about to pour the three of them some water but Takara was already off, her notice taken away by something else.

“Takara!” Fweet called, running after her cousin and leaving Tristan behind.

The young man stood, waiting until the two young ones ran out of earshot before turning to the newcomer.

“If all we’re going to do in this place is play pretend, I’m going to need to add some turmoil to our pleasant little game of house. That’s why you called me out, right? To stop me?” The man said, having just recently arrived at the beach. His eyes were the exact same shade as Tristan’s; glacial blue. Or was it royal red? Was the burning lights in the distance messing with Tristan’s sight?

As for the rest of him, the man was taller, more sharply dressed as opposed to Tristan’s white hoodie and jeans, but they both had black hair. Same sentiments? Not so much.

Still, Tristan kept his dimpled smile and offered his hand.

“Those two running around over there—“ The young man tilted his head towards the girls rolling around in the sand, not taking his eyes off of Tristan or taking his hand. “I’m guessing that’s my golden eyed sister, the ‘whistle over the coast,’ and my younger cousin. I was expecting something more than a couple of chirpy acorns when you invited me over.”

Tristan’s hand fell to his side and his smile shrank slightly but he didn’t stop.

“I expected more from ‘Conquest.’”

The man leaned forward a bit, sizing up the younger man. Was he really his mother’s child? Whoever the father may be, the kid had to have a voice of some sort.

“You have a real name?”

“Tristan.” He finally spoke and his elder half-brother raised a brow at that.

“So you can speak. And do you have another name?”

“Katsurou.”

“A man of few words,” The elder brother commented, nodding once. “My parents never gave me a second name. If they did, I would need a third and that’s a bother when I juggle so many fake ones.”

“I’m sure they have one in mind for you, Yoichi. I didn’t find mine out until I asked,” Tristan spoke more than two words and Yoichi joked to himself that it was almost too much to handle. “We could try to figure it out together. Have some fun while we’re at it.”

               “You know that you’ll never conquer me with sweet words,” Yoichi said as he stepped to Tristan’s side. “Which is why we’re on the beach. I might have sway over the undertow but the sea needs to move. I’m guessing that’s all on you.”

               Shrugging, Tristan turned to watch the sea together with his brother. Their gazes fell on the faraway sinking ship, the disaster seemingly frozen in time.

               “Out there, it’s a nightmare and on the beach, it’s a fantastic dream,” Yoichi kicked one of the daises and before it could move away, Yoichi’s shoe grazed a petal and it chimed like a silver bell. “It’s as if someone is dreaming of a better time that apparently needs all of us here.” Just as Yoichi pointed that out, aiming a finger gun at the roaring flames, the ship disappeared. It didn’t just sink fully into the water; it vanished into thin air. “Doesn’t look like they have the entire stage set up right.”

               “We were pulled over here by them and frankly, I’m impressed,” Yoichi rested his hands on his hip, eyeing his brother curiously. “How crazy is it? That we can be standing on the same beach. Makes me want to start something fun.”

               “We can have fun without fighting. After all, siblings and cousins shouldn’t fight.” Tristan spoke, watching the now silent sea. He could make sure that there would be absolutely no chance of fighting but Yoichi was smart. Fast too. Not only that but he hadn’t expected to run into other family on the beach.

               “We have the same mother and share a few uncles and aunts but that’s all. Same for the cute whistle over there but I got nothing to do with the other little dear.” Yoichi waved off the matter. “Besides, since all of us ‘possibilities’ are on the same ground, why not see who’s the best ‘possibility’ out of them all? I’m sure ‘Life’ and ‘Hope’ are thinking the same thing. I’d love to have a dance with ‘Death,’ ‘Love,’ and of course, you too.”

               “Aren’t you worried about Adrian?” So Yoichi wasn’t the only one who dug around for names.

Tristan was facing Yoichi this time but the elder half-brother looked up to the sky.

               “He’s one of the Passive kind. Adrian can find a hole to huddle in like he always does. I’ll pick off the Actives and do him a favor. Then I’ll go after the rest, which includes you.”

               Letting out a breath, Tristan sat down to get comfortable. Keeping up appearances wasn’t going to help anymore.

               “When you come to gut me, will I see you coming?” Tristan beamed up at Yoichi.

               “I’ll try not to be seen but you’re Conquest; the master of the fight.”

               “Conquest is about victory; keeping the rewards are another story all together. It’s possible for the sea to recede after all.”

               “Taking it easy on me? Any reason for that?”

               “We’re brothers.”

               Yoichi may not have heard him; the blade flying to Tristan’s neck was thrown while he was speaking.

               The sea water soaked into the sand leaped into action, surging up to surround Tristan, shielding him before leaping at the knife’s owner.

               There was an opposing pull on the sea opposite to Tristan’s. It was weaker but enough to throw off his aim.

               Stealing a bit of the sea water from his younger brother’s control, Yoichi leaped back, swept his hand up to separate the drops into a misty fog, and disappeared.

               A gust of wind scattered the mist the moment it appeared but Tristan was already alone on his spot on the beach. The only signs that Yoichi was there at all were the trampled daises and those were already growing back.

               At the corner of his eye, Tristan noticed that the burning ship had returned. Sighing, he let the bubble of water surrounding him sink back into the sand and went back to watching the smoldering wreck.

               “Fwee fwee, what’cha doing?” Takara asked, finishing a sip of water from their shared cup.

               Fweet was watching Tristan from afar, keeping a steady breeze cycling around herself and her cousin. The petals of the daises peal gently as the wind disturbed them. As far as Fweet could hear, they were the only ones making sound.

               “Just looking around,” Fweet replied to Takara after a quiet moment. “I think we’re going to go soon so let’s pick some flowers for everyone at home!”

               “Eh? But won’t that hurt the flowers?” Takara asked but a few of the daises were already uprooting themselves. “Oh! Thank you, beach!”

               “…Someone cares.” Fweet noted before going to gather the flowers.