#wormly

   Word seemed to spread quickly in this city. Talk of some kind of weird ‘disease’. At the most, all he had heard was that it caused you to trade features with someone. Hair color, height, all sorts of things. Not like it really fazed him. What was the harm that would come from just getting your hair color changed? Aside from the people giving him a stink eye, he couldn’t think of any. 

   At least, initially. 

   It was a sudden feeling, like a needle jabbing into the back of his head. Painful, but only for an instant. 

“What--” 

   Then, images, pictures. Small still images in his mind beginning to move in a scene. A memory. He saw things, familiar and unfamiliar. People. Faces. Things. But they couldn’t connect, almost like they were incomplete. Like they were still coming together. 

“...” He’d rest a hand on his forehead, eyes clamped shut. The feeling was somewhat familiar, not unlike what he went through during a fight not too long ago. “...But, where--?” 

"Has anyone ever told you that you look very beautiful?"

Morgan: *Yawns* Ah.. I cannot remember how long it has been since I’ve had such an amazing amount of sleep, I—Whoa!!

Sakura: Morgan? Is that you? Please wait a moment, breakfast will be ready in a moment.

Morgan: C-Clean! The entire place is so clean..! I was so shocked at how everything shined.. I swore I could have seen myself in the floors below..

Sakura: Ah, the floors were quite dusty so I had thought of doing a bit of sweeping. But then I noticed how much dirt had accumulated in the floors below so I took the time to take care of those.

Morgan: That’s incredible.. I can’t believe you did so much.. you must have woken up before the sun had even had a chance to rise to get at something like this!

Sakura: I’m merely trying to make myself useful around here.. after all, you’ve done quite a bit for me. I feel as if this is just a small fraction of my appreciation.

Morgan: Ah, you shouldn’t have to think so! After all, I just appreciate your company. Doing this much for me is quite overwhelming but.. thank you very much, Sakura.

Sakura: You’re welcome, Morgan ~ Breakfast should be soon.

B - Rank

Morgan: Lets see.. Treasurey of Alexander The Great Part Four..

Sakura: Fourth shelf from the top.

Morgan: Even my books..? You’ve truly done so much for me, I—

Sakura: They were quite disorganized. Morgan, you seem to have a lot on your mind at once.. one moment, your notes spoke of aerial assault.. and the next seemed to talk about the type of cakes you enjoy.

Morgan: Ah.. I suppose I do think quite quickly at once, don’t I? I apologize if I made quite a bit of a mess.. I’ll definitely watch out!

Sakura: … Um, Morgan? You tend to fight quite a bit so.. please try to keep your disorganized mind to your papers.. I would.. I would just like to see you unharmed.

Morgan: I’ll be sure to. I wouldn’t want to worry you after all! What kind of friend would I be in that case?

Sakura: I suppose you would merely be yourself.. I apologize, please just keep yourself safe.

Morgan: Thank you. Now lets see.. was it Part Five or Four I was looking for?

Sakura: Four ~

A - Rank

Morgan: Ow.. this looks quite bad.. I can’t show this to Sakura.. I feel as if the second she’d see it she would—

Sakura: Get worried..?

Morgan: Gah—Sakura! I mean, this is, aha.. This is just..

Sakura: … If you’re hurt, please just tell me instead of hiding it.

Morgan: But—

Sakura: I know you did not want to worry me.. but hiding these things only further makes me concerned over yourself.. I told you.. you are someone quite dear to me. To see you hurt like this..

Morgan: .. I’m sorry. You’ve done so much for me, the last thing I wanted to do was treat your word as cheap nothingness by revealing this..

Sakura: It would not. After all, letting me help things like this.. it’s what one would do as a friend, correct? I want to help you as much as possible. After all, this is just another fraction of my appreciation..

Morgan: And I fully appreciate this gesture, no matter what. … I’ll be sure to tell you if things like this happen once more.

Sakura: Thank you. Now please hold still, this might sting for a little bit.

Morgan: It might what for a li—Ahhh!!

S - Rank 

Morgan: Mmm.. she’s normally up by now.. perhaps she went elsewhere..

Sakura: *Yawn* Mmm… Morgan..? You’re normally not one to take to this early in the morning.. is there something the matter..?

Morgan: Not really.. but I’m not sure, it depends. Remember how you told me to make sure to keep my mind focused on one thing at a time?

Sakura: I believe so.. why is that?

Morgan: I’ve found great ease in accomplishing such.. as there’s only been one thing on my mind for quite some time.

Sakura: Ah, that sounds wonderful you’ve taken my advice.. what exactly have you been thinking about?

Morgan: Yourself.

Sakura: E-Eh?

Morgan: My waking thoughts are to your image.. at first, I had thought of it as coincidence but as time went on, I found myself thinking of you more and more throughout the day..

Sakura: Morgan.. I..

Morgan: It’s true you’ve done so much for me. And I don’t think I could quite fully repay you back. And to that, I must apologize and ask you do me one last thing.. and honor me by accepting this..

Sakura: M-Morgan..! This.. this is.. it’s so beautiful that I..

Morgan: Please forgive me for asking so much after you’ve done so much for myself, I—

Sakura: I accept.

Morgan: Eh?

Sakura: I accept. You’ve been in my thoughts as well.. everything I had done, I had begun thinking of you more throughout the thins I did. I not only wish to be there for you like this with these small things but.. to be able to do them.. as the one you love so much..

Morgan: Sakura, I.. I promise to repay you back for all that you’ve done! By making you the happiest girl on Earth!

The soft light of the morning sun gave the parks of Sector Six that much more of a vibrant edge. A fresh shine that enhanced the natural hues.

The girl was walking along one of the graveled pathways clutching a loaf of bread in her hands. She'd seen a lot of people feeding the birds around here, it made them look happy and she thought the feathered creatures were beautiful, so it was a win win! She'd procured the loaf for this express purpose.

There was someone already sitting at the first bench she'd found suitable, but that didn't persuade her from hopping onto the other end.

Looking down at the bread, she realised she must have been squeezing it fairly tightly, as it was already quite crumbled. But unable to resist herself, she glanced at the other girl occupying the seat. Her hair was really nice! The shade almost reminded her of something, but she was distracted by the almost distant look in her eyes.

Oh! That's right, she'd come here to do something. After kneading it into even more of a formless mass, she scooped her hands under the pile. But, slightly overzealously, she scattered the entire thing in a shower that fell back onto and around the bench.

"...Whoops! I didn't mean-"

But she was cut off by the sudden and very loud descent of what could only be described as a crow storm. Though more loud and ecstatic than vicious, the hurricane of black feathers was no less a harrowing experience.