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On December 28th 1908 Postman Robert Cunningham set off in blizzard conditions from Ballantrae to deliver the mail to the Glenapp residents. less than 2 miles away.

After two days when he had not returned a search party was organised, his body was found lying on his mail sack and covered by the snow.

In 1909 a monument was erected on the A77 between Stranraer and Ballantrae at Carlock Hill by postmen from around the country to commemorate the heroic attempt of a comrade. The inscription on the Cairn reads "In memory of Robert Cunningham, Postman who perished here in a snowstorm 28th December 1908. Erected by public Subscription.

It was one thing to have him drinking. It was another to have him drinking and then Blatantly lying about it. “Great, You’re not then” She’d retort “Then you should be able to run upstairs and get my Jacket before we leave” Normally, she’d get her own, but in this case, being as intoxicated as he was, he wouldn’t question it. Or walk straight up those stairs as well as he thinks he would.

She found her stash of a wine bottle or two gone, and then one half drunken one tucked under a pillow. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. 

“You heard me.” She’d prompt him again. Arms crossing a she stood in front of the door, establishing that it probably was better to stay in now than leave.

Oh boy, maybe just because he could drink now didn’t mean he should...apparently a bottle of wine contained a lot more alcohol than he bargained for. But it was his 21st birthday and, as far as he knew, no one had any plans for celebrating it and he’d chosen to celebrate on his own. But then Tsubaki had called up the stairs that he should come with her, wherever it was she was going...

So he’d weaved down the hallway, carefully made his way down the steps with the help of the stair railing that he leaned heavily against, and made his way to her where she was waiting in the entryway. He was met with a look of disapproval and her question of “Are you drunk?!”.

Of course, he’d flat out lied, kicking himself mentally when his words came out completely wrong. She’d called his bluff and he knew it...because he had no idea if he could possibly make it back up those stairs. He turned around and squinted up at the daunting climb, suddenly it looked more like Everest than a staircase!

“Hmm...I’ma try, ‘kay?” he murmured and lifted one foot in an attempt to place it on the lowest step. So far, so good! Step up, repeat, hold on to that railing tight when things started to blur together. Yeah, he could do this!

Nope. No, he couldn’t. Halfway up, he slid down the wall and sat on a step, resting his cheek on his right palm as he gave up the climb.

Black★Star’s least favorite duty of being a graduate of the Academy was definitely substitute teaching...so he was already in a bad mood as he walked in the classroom and the chitter chatter from the desks just made him more annoyed. Why the hell had he been assigned to the indoor classes when he’d be much better suited for practical combat training out on the grounds? Tsubaki said it was probably to help him become “well rounded”...well, if this is how one became well rounded he’d rather be a different shape entirely.

He dropped his lesson plan on the desk and plopped into the chair to lean back and scan the students with bored green eyes. But one student in particular caught his eye. Pink hair flopped to one side of an otherwise shaved head, an ambiguous face and body much like that of Crona to where he couldn’t quite decide if he was looking at a boy or girl...but those stitches looked too familiar to ignore. He grabbed the rolecall sheet and scanned the names.

Victor Stein. Well then...this was news to him. Sure he knew Stein and Marie had a child at one point but he’d never really given it much thought. Geez, if their kid was a student now time was flying and he was definitely getting old. Shaking his head slightly, he stood up and cleared his throat, calling out the names and marking them present or absent, but when he got to Victor’s name he added.

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What in the world was he doing? Every logical part of him was screaming loudly for him NOT to do this, but the quieter voice from deep inside was whispering, yet somehow it was winning.

It had started out innocently enough, the two of them just relaxing together in the living room, her reading and him watching TV. Eventually though, his wandering mind couldn’t focus on the screen anymore so he had started watching her instead, the way she chewed on her lip while she focused intently on her book, the occasional little smile at something she found amusing on the pages, the way her feet bounced unintentionally against his leg to some rhythm he couldn’t hear in her head...a million tiny things that all added up to Tsubaki.

So by the time she laid her book down and stretched and announced she was heading up to bed, he was completely invested in watching her closely and memorizing these little things so he would never lose them. He didn’t even hesitate to follow, they always seemed to retire about the same time anyway, but this time instead of rushing up the steps like he normally did, he lingered a bit behind and watched her closely as she walked, enjoying the sway of her hips. And then she had looked over her shoulder at him, gave him a soft, squinty eyed smile and THAT was what had led to the position he found himself in now.

He had her pinned, pressed hard against the wall, only inches between them. But...now that they were here, and honestly he’d thought about something close to this many time before over the years of their partnership, he had no clue what to do. 

She looked alarmed and she stuttered out his name in confusion as she flattened back against the wall and studied him closely. But she wasn’t pushing him away, so that was good, right? But even so, he had no right to be doing this...so he let go of her wrists and instead placed his palms flat against the wall on either side of her shoulders, suddenly glad he’d caught up to her height a couple years back, and gave her a smirk.

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13 years ago- Age: 5

Everything will never work out for her.

It’s raining one night. And in the dark, only illuminated by the street lights, a figure dashes by. Many see the person, but only stood there.

She just ran. Running, running, running. Making a sharp right, she hid in an alley.

People… only care for themselves, no more no less.

“People…… are soulless…… they only care for themselves…… and doesn’t care to help someone like me, a child …… unforgivable……"

She hugs herself tightly, sliding down the wall and starts to cry.

13 years later- Age: 18

Luna Ortinna was known as the demoness. She hates all humans and doesn’t hesitate to fight. The law is afraid of her as well. She blew a bubble from her gum, before growling again. Many tried to jump her, once 50 to 1. She left the fight unscathed, while half were dying, other injured.

“What do you want?” She says with no emotion. Her voice was flat and unfriendly. “Leave before I decide to hurt ya.“

This girl didn’t look all that dangerous to Black*Star, but he kept his distance none the less, mostly because he was ordered not to fight her unless absolutely necessary...she wasn’t on Lord Death’s list quite yet, but she was very, VERY close. She might not know it, but this confrontation was her last chance to redeem herself. But would she accept it?

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried,” he countered her threat easily, Tsbuaki’s ninja sword form clutched in his hand, poised in front of his chest in a ready position should he need to defend quickly, his stance was wide and low and he braced to move quickly in any direction he may need to, “I’m not gonna bore you with some long speech about the things you’ve done wrong, ‘cause you already know what you did to get you here. They call you “The Demoness”, right? You don’t get a name like that for no reason.”

He fixed her in a very serious glare stare.