#shadowofaprince

Not saying anything had ended up being the biggest mistake of his life. Ever since Obi’s loss, Zen hadn’t known what to do. He’d searched through seemingly endless solutions, until--

“Do you want to go back? Do you want to change things?” 

She had appeared, just when he was giving up hope. 

Which was how he’d ended up like this. She couldn’t send his body back, but, his mind, his consciousness, that she could do. Though in doing so, he would die in his current life. But that was fine... Because.. If.. He managed to change things, this future wouldn’t exist anyway. So he’d accepted.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, after what had seemed like only moments, he was waking up in his bed. His room was a little different, cleaner, like it had been before. There was a newspaper that had been slipped under his door, and the date confirmed, somehow, that she’d managed it. Though it still didn’t quite feel real.. 

He was still sort of standing there, seeming to be staring at the newspaper in a slight daze, when he heard a voice behind him. A voice he had, in his future, not heard in a long time.. And his heart.. Ached and started beating wildly at the same time. He turned around slowly, blue eyes blinking a little and then just.. Staring at that ruggedly familiar face for several long seconds, as if his brain had sort of checked out. 

It had been some time since Obi had gotten out of the game, but there were plenty of people who hadn't forgotten, and hadn’t let things go. One of them it seemed, had decided to make a move, the still current head of a rival gang to the one Obi had been the leader of. He’d been paying attention, and learned some of his routines.

And when Obi headed to the club after work that day, the man was watching him, from somewhere outside of it, slipping in quietly, and ignoring anyone else who spoke to him. His vividly red mess of hair was nearly impossible to miss, and yet he did an incredible job of disappearing into the crowd, though his eyes never left the other’s form, completely fixated, almost threatening, and yet somehow, remaining invisible. 

Kuroru had just been playing in the living room with his favorite stuffed animal when there was the loud noise of someone banging on the door. He didn’t really understand what was going on, when his mother scooped him up, and ran with him to another room, telling him to hide and not make a sound no matter what until it was safe again, just like when they would play hide and seek. And Kuroru was very good at hide and seek.

So he’d hidden away in a wooden chest in his mother’s room, hugging onto his little stuffed bunny. He’d hidden in here before, so there was a blanket and a little pillow. There were a lot of sounds just outside the room, and he couldn’t help it, he peeked out just a little, the lid barely lifted a crack, so he could see what was going on.. 

Which was probably a mistake. Because he saw and heard some man he didn’t know shouting, saw red suddenly dripping onto the floor, and splattering a little against the box he was in, saw it when his mother hit the ground.. It was barely just a few minutes really, but to the almost 4 year old, it felt like forever. And then the man who had been shouting was on the floor too, and there was a lot more red, and he could see glimpses of someone else in the house too--

There had been a new face working at the bar the last few days, and there was a lot of speculation about him. He was incredibly attractive, but so far, no one had heard him speak, or at least no customers. His name, Numair, was only known because some of the other staff told patrons who asked about him. Still, he was clearly very good at his job, to manage to get through an entire shift without speaking, and still successfully serve customers and get no complaints other than his lack of conversation. Some people just liked to do their job though, and that was it.

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"A-Ah...don't worry about it...it's not the first time I've ever been shot."

That is not reassuring Obi!

Grimacing with pain, he reached down to help her up. "...I'm sorry about shoving you, I panicked."

Ren was still fairly new to the school, he’d transferred in last year, but he was awkward and shy enough that people still didn’t really know him, and quite a few seemed to think he was a little weird. And Ren himself didn’t talk to people all that much, so that didn’t help either. Still, he was friendly if someone didn’t mind the awkward shyness, and the minor self doubt and social anxiety.

So when he saw one of his classmates drop something that looked important as they got up to leave, his name was Obi if Ren was remembering it right, he quickly got out of his seat, grabbing the dropped item and hurrying after him to try to catch up to him. He’d heard enough of the rumors, but Ren was never really one to pay much attention to such things. 

Embri sighed a little as he stared at his laptop, rubbing at his face a little with obvious stress. It might seem like a rather noisy place to be working on writing a book, and yet he often found inspiration here, amidst the random people coming in and out, just doing normal things. 

He was here a lot, usually keeping to himself, though he wasn’t unfriendly if someone spoke to him. He did notice some of the other regular customers though, and there was one in particular he’d noticed several times, and today, he’d let the staff know that whenever he came in for his regular coffee order, to inform him it was paid for, and he’d even thrown in a pastry. It wasn’t much, just a couple of dollars, so for him it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was just something nice to do.

@shadowofaprince​ asked: Obi misses Maika so hes just gonna cling to her. (villa verse) Unprompted Ask

“O-obi, there you are!” She snapped her attention towards him in surprise, feeling the fluster on her face rise out of nothingness. How did he pop out of nowhere, wasn’t he supposed to be in a meeting with Dia?!