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     “So,” he says, in lieu of a greeting once he’s through the door, a slice of chocolate cake packaged neatly in a box in hand. “ ‘You’ ran into both Teruhashi siblings today.” He could recount the details of why he’d transformed again, or how he’d been roped into another stressful outing, but--his life should speak for itself by now.

   It seemed to had happened overtime even as the young ones had been recently adopted. The early start of meeting strangers seem to be the trigger of the change of events that lead up to this.

   As time went on, Fei looks to be a little lost in the new home, same with Simeon. Though, they are curious especially when Kusuo and Kusuke are their new brothers, however, for being former orphans, of course they would explore their new surroundings.

   It felt not only alien to them but eerily familiar, however with due time, they would adjust. Simeon’s hand has Fei’s hand indicating his protection for Fei’s security and even though they were mostly quiet while looking around, they were exchanging thoughts with one another.

   Namely since they have a strong telepathic connection; in fact, these two are inseparable, much like they were like brothers. 

  Gaara called for his final Pokemon to return to its ball with a sneer. His opponent hadn’t managed to whittle the Aggron down to even half its hit points, and his Skarmory had only been defeated due to a well-timed critical blow. Now, if he was lucky, the kid would fork over enough prize money to restock on potions before setting out for the next town.

Sometimes, live was just a strange thing. It can throw at you some spiky-haired idiot you happen to fall in love with, around 10 000 clones and so much more. And this thing here was just one of these many different things. 

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Heine walked down the streets of Weinner, the capital city of Glanzreich. It was a pleasant day, the people were walking down the streets, enjoying their everyday lives. Life was pleasant in the town, especially with the rule of the current king, Viktor, and the soon to be ruler, whichever of the fives sons that may be. Letting out a content sigh, Heine changed streets into the alleyway, walking further before a sudden blast of bright light made him drop his pages of work to the floor, lifting his hands to shield his eyes. When the light had faded, he lowered his arms, blinking in shock. A boy, about 16 or so in age, was standing there. His clothes were extremely unusual for the time, bright green in colour. How odd, no one wore the colour green, unless they were high nobility, and even then it was rare. The next strange thing was his hair. Bright pink in colour. How was that possible? The next unusual thing was his face. Heine couldn’t tell what colour his eyes were, but he could see the bright green glasses that he wore. But despite all these oddities, the boy held a strange disposition, very similar to his own. Anyone would look at the two and think they were distantly related. Maybe it was the blank expressions? Either way, the boy clearly didn’t belong here, he was an oddity for the time. Heine approached cautiously, ignoring his scattered papers, and stepped closer to the boy.

“What’s going on here?” 

Such commotion in the streets was not something that the king could ignore, no matter what else might be demanding his attention. Peace was all too fragile, too easily shattered even with all he had laboured in building it these past years. Any trouble would be rooted out as necessary, and trouble certainly seemed to be filling the square.