#nakaula

     ╳ ♞ :: ―  Andrew lets out a soft  ‘  oof  ’  at the feeling of a very tiny force slamming into his back. He’s even less prepared for the little arms that wrap around him and promptly shift up in what he can only assume is a very serious attempt at lifting him. What on earth  ?  Turning his head a bit, he lets out a long-suffering, albeit fond, sigh before curling his fingers around Pyrrha’s arms and pulling them off. Letting her arms go, he turns around fully to smile down at her.  ❝  Nice try, Little Miss, but you’ve got a ways to go before you can flip me over. Keep trying, though and I’m sure you’ll get there.  ❞  Then he leans forward and whispers a little more conspiratorially.  ❝  Maybe it’ll work on Paris  ?  ❞  It definitely wouldn’t, but he wanted to see Paris’ face when she tried it. 

[Dion voice] But of course! The best only deserves the best!

Freedom was an important part of being a high school student, Kamijou thought. Of course, given the fact that he had been living with a freeloading nun for as long as he could remember, his freedom was somewhat constricted compared to a regular student. Preparing meals, and making sure she was staying out of trouble - it was a time-consuming job, and he almost felt like a father already. But there were still times when a high school student could be a high school student.

For example, playing in an arcade.

Kamijou wasn't bad at video games. He hadn't had time to play around too much as of late, and his memories only went back a few months, but he supposed there was some kind of muscle memory involved. Reaction speed and strategy and such. Of course, there was always an element of luck that would pull him down, but it was only a game. There was no need to get too worked up over something so petty.

School had finished for the day. Kamijou had no remedial lessons to attend, and he'd managed to avoid trouble after school, so he had decided to take an hour to play around in the arcade.

What he hadn't expected was the joystick breaking away from the console as soon as he touched it.

What he hadn't expected was the high-current shock coursing through his body as he tried to return the joystick to its place.

What the remainder of the arcade probably hadn't expected was a blackout caused by the unfortunate Kamijou Touma directing the electricity in the wrong direction.

When Seth had heard word of a NECROMANCER in his early twenties, he’d known that the chances of it being his brother were slim, at best. Still, that did little to dim his hopes as he pursued the rumors. But it was as he came face to face with the man in question that it became obvious that the slim possibility of it being his brother had been too slim.

“Damn it,” he whispers, not even giving the briefest of explanations to him. That brilliant ray of hope from a mere minute now tasted like ash. At this rate, it appeared as though he might never find his brother. “You’re not ABEL.”