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Ikeda Aika

The Nightingale

0 · 424 views · located in Takazara, Japan

a character in “Book of Fairy -Reboot-”, originally authored by cl.love, as played by RolePlayGateway

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- Ikeda Aika -

" When was it that I fell in love? How many times have I cried? "

Koi Wo Shita No Wa | Aiko

D I A L O G U E | #FF999D | T H O U G H T | #A286BD

F A C E C L A I M | Nishimiya Shouko 】
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F U L L N A M E
Ikeda Aika
Meaning : "Love Song"


N I C K N A M E S
Ai ; Ai-chan

A G E
Seventeen (17)

G E N D E R
Female

O R I E N T A T I O N
Heterosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Japanese

F A I R Y T A L E
The Nightingale
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G E N E R A L A P P E A R A N C E
Aika is a feminine girl, with soft features and curves and a smile that seems to brighten the world around her, at least to those who care to notice it. She is of average height, a bit thin and scrawny but fit enough to hold her own. Aika's skin is pale but smooth, with occasional blemishes she hides behind her sleeves, and no lasting scars worth mentioning. XX
Aika's hair is a light shade of brown that can almost show as a dark blonde in the right lighting. Her hair is kept straight through a decent amount of hair care each morning, but it curls when wet or when the air is too muggy. Aika takes great care to make sure her hair covers her hearing aids. XX
Her eyes are a deep brown, only a couple shades darker than her hair, and in certain lighting, flecks of green or gold can be found in them. Aika's default expression is a soft grin and most times, that is what people remember of her- the grin that stays no matter how badly she's treated by others. XX
Aika has a love for fashion, and enjoys finding new styles to try out, sometimes even sewing her own clothing if a part of it doesn't suit her tastes. She likes to wear overalls with floral patterns and pastel-colored blouses, sweaters, and long dresses, especially those with matching ensembles. XXX
Aika isn't picky about accessories, and generally skips over jewelry or hairclips, though she does have flower-shaped brooches she often wears on her school uniform jacket. XXX
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P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Aika is kind to a fault, always treating others with respect even if they refuse to show her the most basic of courtesies. She values the needs of others above her own to the point where she will often neglect to take care of herself. Aika is the type of person who always apologizes, even when they aren't in the wrong, and she's stubbornly polite and selfless. XX
Aika always encourages others to reach for their dreams, yet she hesitates to reach for her own. She finds it hard to love herself when people avoid her simply because they can't be bothered to try and communicate her way. Aika hides behind her smile, using it to mask the uncertainty and self-loathing she harbors over the fact that she's different. XX
When it comes to the things she loves, Aika shows gratitude and happiness easily, her true colors coming out in toothy grins and quiet chuckling. However, Aika is passive, and is so obsessed with making sure not to frustrate others that she will neglect to stand up for herself. She always wants to stay on the sidelines, watching and waiting for a purpose. XX
In a way, Aika is selfless, but in a way, she is also selfish. She neglects her emotions so far that she ends up becoming a burden, and she grows upset when confronted about this behavior, though she tries hard to hide it. Aika has more or less given up on trying to make friends with her classmates, preferring the familiar company of Isamu and his family. XXX
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F A I R Y T A L E P O W E R S
Aika, as the Nightingale, has the ability to transform into a bird at will. This transformation leaves her vulnerable, as in bird form she has only the qualities of a nightingale at her disposal. She can choose when to transform in or out of this form, and the transformation process is relatively fast. XX
When in her nightingale form, Aika can speak, though not any better than she would in her normal form. When Aika sings, however, her song has healing properties that have an effect on her surroundings. Unfortunately, she cannot hear herself singing, and can only heal when in bird form. XX
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H I S T O R I C A L B A C K G R O U N D
Aika was born into wealth and prosperity. She was what you call a "trust fund baby." For a good long while, she was treasured. But the moment she turned two and her family discovered she was fear, everything about her life started to crumble before her eyes. XX
Being the second child, Aika was already unimportant, as her sister Akane would be the one to inherit their parents' assets. Aika was shuttled off to the staff as she grew up, her parents putting her sister's needs and academics above hers, always putting the spotlight on Akane, even when Aika managed something great. XX
One day, Aika became lost in the city, and found herself moving toward the gentlest looking place she could find- a flower shop. There she met Isamu, a boy her age whom she had mistaken for a girl at the time. He'd not been pleased. Despite this, the two became fast friends, and Aika came to find love in the Yoshida family, something she couldn't get from those in her own home. XX
As time passed, she and Isamu grew closer, and Aika became a fixed part of the Yoshida household. She began spending enough time there that she started staying over for days at a time, no one ever calling in search of their daughter. Isamu and much of his family learned sign language alongside Aika, helping her grow. XX
Aika worked hard to be able to communicate with others, and though she still had trouble in school, Isamu was always there to help translate and encourage her to keep trying. By the time they both entered high school, Aika had almost entirely moved into the Yoshida house, and still, none of her family ever objected. She eventually came to think of the Yoshida household as her family. XX
When Aika got her abilities, it was an incredible shock. She spent a few days hidden away, figuring out what her abilities were and how to properly control them. So far, she's gotten used to the bird transformations, though she's yet to be invited to the school club. XX
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P E R S O N A L R E L A T I O N S
Aika has an older sister and her parents, but she isn't close to them. She's been friends with Isamu since before they were in school and she is more a part of the Yoshida family than her own. At this point in her friendship with them she's more or less their permanent housemate. She is good friends with both Rin and Hana Tsukino, and has a big crush on Watanabe Tatsuo, much to Isamu's chagrin. XX
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So begins...

Ikeda Aika's Story

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It was late in the afternoon. School had let out a long time ago, and the people remaining behind were either stuck in detention, didn't want to head home or were part of a club. The weather was sunny, with a hint of cloud, and there was just enough of a breeze to siphon the heat away to make it cool instead of swelteringly hot.

In the fields at the back of the school, Seiyuu Akihiko was stretched out on the grass, resting his head on his arms. With his eyes closed, he looked like he was taking a nap, but that was far from the case. Instead, he was reviewing the advice (if it could even be called that) Mikami-Sensei had said yesterday and the reasons for why.

Something about Fairytales fracturing reality after the stupid festival last month (he could've won! Akihiko just - didn't choose to, all the other normals should be grateful for that chance in the spotlight), and magic coming to life. Akihiko hadn't really paid attention to those bits, since they hadn't involved him. Yesterday during club activities, however, the teacher had said something to all of them.

"It'd be good if we could get more people to join the club," Mikami-Sensei had said, leaning against the wall. "If you see any people with brands, like ours, try to see if they can join the club, alright?"

Hmph. Akihiko's brows furrowed together in annoyance at the memory. Why should he, of all people, be tasked with such a boorish chore?! Surely others could do such a thing? Not that Akihiko couldn't - he could talk others into joining perfectly! (conveniently ignoring that most of his attempts at talking to people were more talking at people and had a tendency to end badly). He just didn't want to! That was all! The others could surely take over the task for him.

Still.... there was a buzzing sound near his ear. Eyes flying open, Akihiko flung himself upwards like a catapult. Still seated on the grass, he looked around wildly for the source of the buzzing.

Nothing. Not a fly in sight, just a mosquito. With a shudder, Akihiko slapped it away. Even after the curse was dealt with, Akihiko couldn't stand the sight of anything smaller than his thumbnail that could fly without shivers going down his back.

Who knew if it would come back....

Maybe he should put at least a little effort into finding out who had brands. Showing generosity by providing the poor sensei some help! Not because he couldn't handle it, of course, why ever would people ever think that. But showing kindness to those below him isn't such a bad thing! With that, Akihiko stood up. Brushing his clothes free from dirt and grass, Akihiko picked up his bag once he had made sure he'd look immaculate as always and set off for the clubs, walking towards the walkway.

Halfway to the building, he bumped into someone, a girl with brown hair who was accompanied by another girl (boy?) with blonde hair. Akihiko dusted himself off with a scowl. "Watch where you're going!" he snapped, shooting them a glance before preparing to head off.

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Character Portrait: Seiyuu Akihiko Character Portrait: Yoshida Isamu Character Portrait: Takeshi Suzuki Character Portrait: Ikeda Aika
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"So I'm assigned to the loony bin again huh?" Takeshi huffed as he collected the necessary cleaning equipment from the supply room. Inside, a lot of the senior staff members were getting ready: dressing up, mixing soap and water and putting out their cigs and taking out their trash.

The loony bin AKA the Fairy Tale Club. Takeshi's always wondered what the deal was with that club. And he had seen a bunch of weird clubs back in Shikoku even. As he usually started from the first floor up, it would be some time before he gets to the club room in question.

"Hey Ichinose-san!" He calls to a fellow janitor doing the desks as he takes off the AC filter on one of the units in the first year classroom to dust it off. The way things usually go is that filters are cleaned almost daily while the actual units themselves are cleaned once a month. As it hasn't been some time since the last deep clean they've conducted, there really wasn't much to do apart from cleaning the dust off the filters.

"What is it?" The older male asked, not looking up from the windows he was wiping.

"What do they do in the loony bin anyway?" Takeshi asked. He recalls installing the lighting and ventilation in that room. Lots of books. It almost resembled a small library even.

"I don't know. Maybe they make your dreams come true if you know what I mean eh? Haha~" The older male laughed.

"Well, I suppose that's not too far off." Takeshi goes along with the joke, placing the filter back in its right spot as he balanced on the small ladder.

"Seriously kid. Have you never had those kinds of club in your old school before?"

"I've seen my fair share of weird clubs old man. This is on a whole different level of weird." Takeshi jumps down, taking the ladder with him and following the older out of the room and into the next.

"There was the occult research club run by that British chick. The drama club and their secret gatherings for "research". A club for kids who never outgrew their toys. But I've never, in my life, heard of a club that studies fairy tales." Takeshi recalls his experiences as he got to work on the next AC unit.

"Hmm...I think it's an extension of the Classics Club. This one probably just chose to specialize in children's stories." Ichinose grunted as he also started on his task. "It's probably run by a bunch of nerds who can't get their noses out of their make-believe worlds. The adviser's a good man though. I've seen him around a couple of times."

"Oh yeah, him. Got my first compliment from him. Said I was 'interesting'."

"No kidding?"

"Yep. Apparently people who almost went to jail for something they didn't do is what counts for interesting nowadays." Finishing up the second unit, Takeshi again, jumps down from the ladder, wiping off some dirt on the back of his right hand, revealing a small rash developing on it. Ichinose notices this too.

"Weird. Did you eat something funny?" He asked, thinking it may lead to something worse. "You've been hanging out with that gypsy right? Maybe you're having allergies to the things she cooks."

"I don't know. This has been around for some time. Not a whole year though and I've always eaten Stella's cooking ever since I moved in." Takeshi explained, finding the mark a lot more puzzling every time he glanced at it.

"Hmm...probably a bite from one of them nasty buggers lurking in those vents. Try rubbing toothpaste on it. See what happens." Ichinose shrugged and the two made their way to the next room. They overheard a man passing by and a sharp retort directed to a couple of students ahead.

"Kid drama?" Takeshi wondered, still with the ladder hoisted over his shoulders.

"It's that guy who gets into fights. Leave him be." Ichinose just sighed and forged on.



"Well, last stop's yours." Ichinose pats Takeshi on the back as they reached the landing leading to the club rooms. From this point on, only Takeshi needed to go to clean out the ACs. The rest of the cleaning were expected from the club members so Ichinose wasn't really needed at this point.

"Yeah. I'll be saving the loonies last though. Maybe I'll still be around when they start their uhh...studying."

"Yeah, you do that kid. Hey! If they do make your dreams come true, just give me a holler okay?"

"Well my dream's different from yours but fine. See you old man!"

Working in silence, Takeshi finished the right wing in record time. The ACs were positioned a little lower this time, given that these are rather new acquisitions so he didn't really need to set the ladder up to reach them on the ceiling. One last room.

"Right. Well--" Takeshi gives the door a couple of light raps before opening it and letting himself in. Non-club members are usually berated for doing so but he was a janitor right now. Ichinose assured him that he can technically walk in if he wants.

"AC cleaning reporting for duty. Will only take a few seconds--" He speaks up as he enters, towing his supplies along.

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#, as written by cl.love
- Ikeda Aika & Yoshida Izamu -

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When the last bell of the school day finally rang, it was like a declaration of freedom to Isamu, who truly couldn't find anything more boring, though he made sure never to complain about it. Taking notes for both himself and Aika was a routine that had been established so long ago that now he didn't even stop to think about it. It wasn't like Aika couldn't take notes herself - she was more than capable - but with how often teachers looked away while speaking or went too fast to accurately lip-read, Isamu knew it was easier for everyone involved if he did that part. It served as a good way to keep him from falling asleep in class too, so he didn't really mind. XX
Aika, on the other hand, was also excited for the end of the day, though for a very different reason. As a part of the gardening club, getting to see her plants flourishing was something she looked forward to every day. As she packed up her things and adjusted her hearing aid, Aika felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to find Isamu speaking to her, one hand out-stretched toward her while the other moved in a circle above it, the sign for "garden." Aika nodded in affirmation, gesturing up toward the ceiling. XX
The two of them made their way out of the classroom, Isamu shoving through to part the crowd for Aika. A couple of people shot angry looks his way but no one said anything, recognizing that any fight with Yoshida Isamu was pointless. XX
Aika took to Isamu's side once they breached the main crowds, tugging his sleeve to grab his attention. She moved her left hand over her head as if she were shading her face from the sun, then put her knuckle against her right palm and twisted it. Roof key. Isamu nodded, starting to spell out their homeroom teacher's name letter-by-letter. Aika moved in front of him to observe and ran back-first into someone else, the surprise and regret immediately showing on her face as she hurriedly repeated the sign for "sorry." Isamu bristled at the other person's angry response to the haphazard collision and how he ignored Aika's apology. "Watch where you're going!" "Oh yeah, because apologizing isn't enough. Just because someone ran into you doesn't mean you have a right to treat them like the one at fault!" XXXX

The setting changes from modern to Takazara, Japan

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Character Portrait: Seiyuu Akihiko Character Portrait: Yoshida Isamu Character Portrait: Ikeda Aika
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- Ikeda Aika & Yoshida Izamu -

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Why should I not?” Akihiko retorted, looking down on Aika and Isamu in distaste. “You are the ones who ran into me. Therefore, it is your fault!” He threw his head back with a petulant huff, ignoring that he was also at fault for not looking where he was going. “And this gives me the right to respond anyway I please. Not like you idiots would understand.

Isamu wasted no time in getting up into Akihiko’s face, despite the fact that he was far shorter. “
Oh, right, because you’re that asshole who thinks you’re the shit and can go around yelling at people about every damn accident that has a negative effect on you.” He spat, ignoring Aika’s pull on his arms. He could see her signing at record speed in the corner of his eye, but he didn’t turn to read what she was saying, too engrossed in one-upping likely the only other person in the school who didn’t have any qualms about disrespecting upperclassmen.

Why, Of course!” Akihiko responded, completely missing the point of Isamu’s insult and taking it at face value. “Naturally, I am the shit - do you not see this ideal body, this flawless brain?” He waved a hand over himself, confidence emanating from every pore in his body. “I am perfection itself! And therefore, I am completely in the right to yell when imperfect beings like yourself create accidents in my vicinity.” Akihiko looked down at them. “How clueless of you not to know that - ah, but I guess that is merely to be expected from plebeians like you.

Isamu let the insult towards him fly almost completely over his head, instead focusing completely on the fact that Aika had been included in it. “
Oh, fuck you!” He yelled, shoving Akihiko backwards and into a wall, the other people in the hallway long since having left for their own safety.

No, fuck you!” Akihiko retorted back childishly. Grabbing Akihiko’s wrist, he pulled it off his being and twisted. Body turning as elegantly as a ballerina’s pirouette, Akihiko whirled around towards Isamu’s back and gave a quick tap, forcefully pushing Isamu forwards - and directly towards the wall.

Isamu growled, pushing off the wall and bodily tackling Akihiko to the floor. While they were falling, Akihiko grabbed Isamu by the lapels and pulled him down as well - directly into a headbutt.

It was like hitting a brick head on. Isamu fell back seeing stars, not using to hitting his head on things so hard, though the lack of clear vision and dizziness did nothing to sway him from attempting to punch Akihiko in the face. The punch landed off-center, hitting him in the ear instead of the nose, though just as powerful and likely just as painful.

Akihiko, who had been in fights since elementary school and had therefore developed a skull that was thicker than a yeti, dealt with the headbutt better than Isamu did. Unfortunately, that did nothing to take away the pain of a throbbing ear. Blinking away stars and slotting the pain away, Akihiko used one hand to grab Isamu’s shoulder in a deathgrip and the other in a powerful jab upwards directly into Isamu’s stomach.

One hand over his stomach and other still gripping at his throbbing temple, Isamu glared down at Akihiko and took the opportunity to spit directly into his face, a triumphant look on his face. “
Looks like you aren’t quite perfect anymore!

Akihiko’s eyes went wide as reddish spit dribbled down his face. It was warm to the touch. For a moment, he froze, as if he couldn’t quite believe what just happened. Staring up at Isamu, Akihiko’s eyes narrowed as anger overtook him.

He smiled. It was not a nice smile. “
I do believe you are mistaken, heathen.

In a blur of movement, he shoved and slammed Isamu into the ground. Akihiko, now the one pinning Isamu down, rained blows down on Isamu’s face and body.

How dare you attempt to mar my beautiful face!” With each word, Akihiko emphasised it with a punch. He rained down blows on Isamu fast and furious, breaking through the boy’s defense with practiced blows. Pinned down, Isamu only had a second to register the smirk on Akihiko’s face before something wet hit him on the cheek.

In a near perfect imitation of Isamu, Akihiko had spit on the smaller boy.

Akihiko smirked, pausing for a second to wipe Isamu’s spit on his face and onto Isamu’s clothes. “
Ha! This look suits you, you imper-

Isamu, being much smaller than Akihiko, was able to get his feet underneath his opponent and kick him off, likely bruising his ribs in the process. “
Fuck you!” He snarled, scrambling to his feet.

And you with a rusty chainsaw!” Akihiko snarled back, teeth bared in a menacing grin. Growling at each other, the two sprinted at each other, fists swinging -

Only for shoes to bounce off their heads seconds before their fists reached the intended targets.

Isamu!” A woman’s voice shouted, the few students still standing around watching now taking off at the sound. Isamu rubbed the side of his head and let out a groan, knowing full well what was to come. Soon enough, Aika came hurrying towards them, their English teacher - Yoshida Kanae, Isamu’s eldest sister - following. “What the hell are you doing?! I thought you said you wouldn’t get into fights this year!

I said I wouldn’t get into pointless fights. Big difference. And why’d you throw a shoe at me?!

Why’re you beating up an underclassman?!” She countered.

Akihiko’s eyebrows rose. “
Upperclassman?!” He looked disbelievingly at Aika and Isamu. “But you’re so tiny!

Fuck you! You insulted Aika!

As if your small size could satisfy anyone, let alone me.”Akihiko snorted, tossing his hair back. “And I did not!” he bristled at the accusation, conveniently ignoring the fact that he had called them idiots to their faces. “All I said was to watch where you were going, you imbeciles!

Yeah, and you said it while calling us idiots! Which is an insult! Are you an idiot?!

As if! If anything, you’re the idiot! You and that girl for bumping into me.” Akihiko sniffed disdainfully, dusting down his shirt. “Surely you both could have seen and heard me walking?

Kanae spoke up this time, sliding her shoes back onto her feet. “
Actually, no, she can’t hear you walking. And most likely, she was turned away from her direction while trying to talk to Isamu, so while yes, she should have been paying attention, you should have been paying attention as well.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. Isamu got up from the floor and moved to where Aika was standing in the background, the latter frowning at him and signing furiously, her hand moving back and forth in the shape of a “K.” Stupid.

Hmmph.” Akihiko frowned at the sight of the girl signing to her friend. Even if he didn’t act like it, Akihiko wasn’t an idiot. He didn’t know what she was saying, but he knew enough for it to be sign language, and the implications behind it. Still, he had to make absolutely sure - without them noticing, naturally. “If she were deaf, she should have been walking forwards instead of backwards. Still not my fault.” He muttered sulkily, crossing his arms.

You’re such an asshole-” Isamu started, cut off by both Aika and Kanae smacking him across the head.

Kanae shoved her brother out of the way and approached Akihiko, pulling him to his feet and leveling him with a harsh stare. “
You’re right. But everyone makes mistakes, even someone as self-centered as yourself. Your attitude toward other people in this world is going to get you into a lot more trouble than what happened today, so I suggest you get your damn ego in check and avoid my brother and Aika like the plague. Are we clear?” Backing off, she ruffled Aika’s hair and headed back down the hall.

You’re both stuck cleaning the school still, by the way. Go find Suzuki-kun and see if there’s anything left for you to actually do.

Hmmph.” Akihiko looked like he wanted to argue, but instead kept his mouth shut and turned away. Not that he was afraid of the teacher, no! He just - didn’t want to get into something that could lead him into being expelled again before he could find his friend. Yep, that was it! Definitely not because the teacher was extremely intimidating (because she was). “Fine.

Why am I in detention too?!” Isamu questioned, his sister completely ignoring him. “Ugh!” With hardly even a glance in Akihiko’s direction, Isamu wiped the spit and blood from his face and let Aika drag him off down the hall, presumably toward wherever she assumed Suzuki was. She stopped them halfway down the corridor and turned back, waving Akihiko over despite Isamu’s groan of distaste. “Why’re you inviting him?” He asked pointlessly.

Because she, unlike you, can recognise perfection when it’s in front of her eyes.” Akihiko said prissily, walking into step beside them.

And with that, the three of them walked towards the detention room, two arguing and one watching.

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Seiyuu Akihiko



Akihiko was no stranger to detention. The teacher currently appointed, a burly middle-aged man who'd been teaching there for over ten years, had taken one look at them and sighed as if they were headaches trying to invade his brain. "Another fight, Seiyuu?" He said resignedly, more of a statement than a question. To himself, he muttered almost inaudibly, "That's the fifth one this month..."

Before anyone could answer, he shook his head. "Alright, you know the drill." He said. "Students in detention must help clean the school. Suzuki's in charge of you - he'll tell you what to do. Once you're done, you are free to leave. Now then," he finished, gesturing to the door with a shooing motion. "Out you go."

The trip to meet Suzuki was short but monotonous, Akihiko refusing to talk to anyone. Halfway there, a whistle rang from Akihiko's phone, loud but pretty, a catchy four notes. Gling, gling-gling gliing gling, gling-gli-

Akihiko opened his phone before the sound carried on. His eyes widened at the sight of Yomi's message. Very carefully, he scrolled through her message.

Then he winced.

He'd... forgotten. No, not forgotten - it’d just slipped his mind, that was all! In the fight that was definitely not his fault (Akihiko ignored the thoughts that said ‘yes it was your fault’ with the ease of a seasoned veteran). There was a twinging in his gut that felt like someone had pricked him with a blunt needle, and Akihiko frowned, placing his hand lightly over his stomach. Maybe he was having a stomach ache?

(Wrong answer! It was actually the emotion guilt, but since Akihiko was a loser with the emotional awareness of a broken brick (aka none), it was questionable if he even knew what guilt was.)

Probably a stomach ache, Akihiko decided. Thumbs flying over the keyboard of his phone, Akihiko quickly texted back.

To Sakurano:

Naturally I would have attended your slam-poetry night! Alas, there is naught that even a perfect being such as I can do to go against the whims of the school administration, and so I regret to inform you that I can’t go to your competition because those demonic teachers simply do not understand the importance of battle, and deem it a terrible offense to the state of this school. I’m now chained by the threat of suspension to the demon Suzuki, alas, and stuck with the wretched job of cleaning this school of filth until the sun sets.

However! Surely you do not need me to be there? For clearly, the people against you are fools in the making, doomed to fail against you and your training! It is a sad thing indeed that I cannot see the lambs coming in to be slayed. And as Suzuki is approaching, I must cut this message short - and so I bid you adieu!


Akihiko barely had time to press send before they came upon Suzuki. He grinned and waved at the blonde teen as he slipped his phone back into his pocket, clearly unrepentant at being back in detention. “I'm back!” He said rapidly, baring his teeth in a smile. “What do we have to clean today?”

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♮ Haruo ♮

♭ BURN ♭



"No, no, like this..." The boy said, laughing softly and brushing his well-kempt ashen black bangs behind his ear. He put one hand warmly on the child's shoulder, and the other hand on the keyboard. "Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf." He said in sequence, pressing the keys on the piano in tandem with the numbers that sprang forth from his sing-song voice. The man lifted his hand from the keyboard and put it firmly on the child's shoulder, giving him a soft squeeze. "Now, you."

"O-one, two, three, four, f-" the child stopped abruptly, hitting the wrong key, sending the melody to a halt. Frustration washed over the young child's face. "I hate this stupid thing. I want to play the sax like you, or the drums." The stubborn child said.

"If you want to be a musician, you have to master the fundamentals first." The older boy said. "You aren't going to become a saxophone prodigy or a master drummer without first learning how to play a simple melody." The child furrowed his brow. "Fine."
He turned to face his b҉r̵oth͢e҉r, but he was met with only empty space. "What? where did he.." the child turned around to face the piano once again, but was met with something different entirely. A bo͞dy҉. It was a y̗͍̼̠͕̻̣o̼̖u̡̹͇n͔̣̫g͓͟ ̷̺̠̲ͅw̛̟͍̖̟̱o̯m҉̘̹͕a̪̣͟n̠͉͎͓̜͜. She was
l͢҉̕a̵̸yì̸ng̨͘ ͢͞f̴̢̡a̢ce̴ ́d͏̶oẃ͘͠n҉̸ in a p̧̠̘͓̘͚ŏ̜͚̫̦̬̻͙o͉͚̭͕̺͙ͅl̝̩̥͈̳̝̏̅ͤ̂̿͟ ͎͇̫̮̼̩̄ͤ͗̓o͆̇̒͊ͫ͗̌f̻͚̪̝̗͗̅̂̆ͪ͑́ ̳̝̬̱͕ͩb̵͉̝͇͎̝͕l̘̤ͤͧ͐̈ͅͅǫ͍̻o̔̍҉dͬ. The child jumped up and gasped, he turned again to look for his brother, but he was nowhere to be found. I͠ņs̷t̶ead ̵h̨e ̵wa̧s ҉g̢ręȩted̶ by ̨a͏ ͢bl̵o͞o͡d͘y̧ kit͏c̵hen̢ kǹif̷e,҉ w̸hi͡c̸h͡,͝ ùpơn f͜u͘rt͘ḩer̀ ins͝pec͞tìon͢ w͟as͠ ͠se͏at͡e̵d dee͠p̷ ̴in͏ ͞h̢i͝s-͜
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"That fucking dream again..." he thought, jolting up from his bed, his twelve pillows, or at least the one under his head, damp with sweat. His over sized fluffy blanket felt like a straight jacket tethering him to his bed, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto his bare chest. He pushed his hair back with his trembling hand, and looked around his room to anchor himself to reality. He scanned the room, observing his many poster of famous musicians, movies and video games.

He looked at his laptop, dimly glowing on top of his oaken desk, and a cheesy lava lamp that sat beside it, which had been given as a gift to him by his mother the previous year. He noticed a spilled glass of water on the floor, which he must have knocked down in his fervor, and leaned over to pick it up. As he was doing so his heart skipped a beat as he noticed the time, which was displayed with angry crimson LEDs on his cheap department store alarm clock.

"Shit."




"Late again, Dojima-san..." the secretary blurted out with a sigh as Haruo entered the school building. "I've been told that you're to report immediately to detention after class." he furrowed his brow at the slightly pretty middle-aged woman who manned the front-lines of the battlefield that was high school. "Whatever." He said bitterly. "Suzuki teaches me more with his cleaning lessons then you lot do in five hour-long periods anyway." The secretary scowled. "Don't be angry at me Mr. Tardy, I'm just the messenger. " Haruo waved her off as he made his way down the hallway, toward his last/first class.

Making his way to were he knew Suzuki would be, Haruo lamented that fact that he would miss the poetry slam. Though he was one of the newer additions to the Fairy Tale club, he had begun to feel a bond to the group, and was finally beginning to appreciate the fact that he now had friends for the first time since the incident. He was exited to tag along with Akihiko. Though the boy was haughty and narcissistic, Haruo liked him and felt a kinship with him through the experience of discovering their powers and helping each other grow. It made him feel like there was something else in his life, something bigger then the dark cloud that was his brother, whom always loomed over him.

He also lamented his cowardice, which prevented him from inviting Hana to attend the poetry event with him. All of his club mates knew that he had a crush on the girl, and they encouraged him to bring her along, but his fear of rejection kept that from happening. Besides, he thought, it was just as likely that he would be decapitated by Rin, had she caught wind of him asking her sister on a date.

As he finally located Suzuki to report for detention, he noticed something odd. The blue-haired beauty himself, followed by two other students who Haruo recognized as having belonged to his class. They looked as though they had been involved in some kind of melee, which was not out of the norm for Seiyuu, and probably the reason why he was approaching Suzuki as well.

"Well well, your excellency..." He said, looking towards Seiyuu as they both approached Suzuki from opposite sides. "Guess neither of us will be going to the poetry slam, huh?"

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“What do we have to do today?”

”Ah! You must be the extra hands--wait--” Takeshi turned to greet the newcomers and noticed Aki standing among them, slipping his phone into his pocket. A regular even among the maintenance team, Akihiko stood out amongst them thanks to his bright blue hair - especially in the school corridor with only four people present. Apparently, he was the person who got into that squabble he passed earlier.

”You here again Aki? Hehe, how many times have you f*cked someone up this month huh? Three?” He greeted the familiar face with his usual outgoing air.

Aki let out a huff, combing a hand through his hair. “Five, thank you very much!” He said offendedly, as if he was a victorian lady who’d just had her honor besmirched. “They were totally asking for it.”

”Not going to fly anymore man. You know what they say--always take the higher uhh, plane? Ground? I don’t know. I never listened to Sunday school haha!” Takeshi laughed at Aki’s misfortune. Well, it was his own doing anyway. ”A-ny-way...stuff,stuff…” Takeshi muttered to himself as he tried to recall what hasn’t been attended to yet. ”Right! The bins. Uhh, you guys need to empty the bins in each room. Aki, you take the ground floor. You know how stuff works already. Uhh...blondie can take the second and little lady can attend to the bins in the clubrooms.”

”It’s just a quick routine. There’s this massive bin just by the restrooms on each floor. Just chuck the remains of the smaller bins there so you can take it all down in one go. Incinerator is Aki’s job and he’s done it before so no problems on this end--” In the middle of explaining the routine, Takeshi received a call from the radio he was given.

People working with the maintenance were given small radios in order to call them over quickly when they were needed. It was also used if they were to be given new tasks to attend to.

”Alright. Got it.” Takeshi cutted contact. ”Well, let’s try to do this fast since we just got called in to help in the drama room. You know what that means? Free front row tickets to whatever’s currently being rehearsed there!”

Takeshi tried to uplift everyone’s mood as he talked, laughing and grinning all the while. It certainly worked well on Akihiko - his eyes light up with surprised glee, a relieved smile forming on his face.

“Yes!” Akihiko did a silent fist pump before he remembered that he was surrounded by other people. Quickly, he raised his fist to his lips with a fake cough, pretending that he was unaffected - not that it fooled anybody. “Ahem! I-I mean, yes! It is only natural that they require our presence!” He began to take quick strides. “Let's go!”




The store room might have been neat once, but thanks to a stressed rehearsal and not enough time, it was now a mess. The room was small and cluttered to the brim with objects ranging from dusty backgrounds that reached the ceiling to a small sewing kits people had forgotten to bring back. To the left stood a mass of hangers that held costumes captive, and to the right was a bunch of equipment. Overhead, the dingy lights flickered over the windowless room, casting everything in a bright, if eery glow.

Overall, it was a completely stuffy room, chilly despite the hot weather. It was also being used to practice a play by the drama club instead of the poetry slam competition, something Akihiko had only found out when he’d barged into the room with a winning smile.

Isamu and Aika, having grown up in a crowded home where constant chaos was unavoidable, gave hardly even a passing glance to the mess. Aika did, however, instantly take notice of the costume rack, rubbing her fingers over the fabric and silently admiring the stitchwork. It was very well-done sewing, each thread exactly the same distance apart and not a hole in sight. Isamu steps up beside her and brings one hand up, pinky outstretched, the other hand moving over it in a circle.
Pretty? Aika nods with a smile, her hand mimicking a finger gun, the sign for “very.”

The edges of Isamu’s mouth quirk upward slightly, and Aika holds onto his sleeve as they follow Suzuki and Seiyuu through the store room. “So, what’re we gonna be doing, anyways?” Isamu questions, crossing his arms over each other and frowning.

”Alright. Staff said the lights are a little too dim for the practice today so I’ll need a couple of hands who’ll accompany me up there--” Takeshi points at the suspiciously fragile looking platform holding all the lights together. ”As you can see, that shit’s a heart attack for anyone scared of heights. The rest will do the AC temps and the old costumes.”

Takeshi noticed the abnormal cold that has settled on the room. He’d somehow grown a thicker hide ever since he started living on his own but this was a bit too much. ”Some a**holes probably jacked the temps down to below seventeen degrees...Well, who’s up for some monkey business? Blondie? Aki?” Takeshi turns to the two other boys with him, flashing them his usual cheeky grin.

“I’m willing to risk my life to fix the lighting, I have no qualms with heights.” Isamu said matter-of-factly, gesturing vaguely toward the ceiling. He figured being up high would mean less general interaction with Seiyuu, which was all he really wanted. “Aika will probably want to work with costumes, she would enjoy that.” Isamu looks at Aika as he spoke and she nodded in agreement.

“Sacrifice my life by using that rusty cat walk? Nonsense!” Akihiko tossed his hair back as if the very idea offended him. “I’ll have the AC done before you fall from that ridiculous excuse of a platform.”

Isamu follows Takeshi’s directions up to the catwalk, taking gentle steps and clinging onto the rail just in case the entire thing collapsed. He takes a moment to take in the view from the top- he can see all the way across the theater, every seat as well as the stage below. “Wow.” Thinking on the task at hand, Isamu reaches down and carefully brightens each of the stage lights until Takeshi tells him they’re bright enough, finishing quickly.

Aika tries not to worry about Isamu, being so high up on a platform that surely can’t be approved of by anyone who even vaguely knows of safety guidelines. Tearing her eyes from her friend, she heads back the way they’d come in, stopping at the racks of costumes with a smile on her face. A fairy dress with dusty rose-pink sequins sewn into the fabric catches her eye, and she runs her fingers over the intricate details, dedicating each one to memory for future reference.

Down below, the rehearsal is finishing up in its grand finale. The leading actress takes a bow, and people laugh as the actor gives them a jaunty wink. The people crowd around, chatting and encouraging and criticising amongst each other as they begin to finish their work. A few breath sighs of relief at finally being able to escape the cold room.

In the process, nobody notices the shaking of a person’s hands, the drop in temperature, or the glitter of ice crystals that began to appear on the ceiling.

”Alright! That’s a wrap. Now all we need to do is--hmm?” It may have been a slight change in the temperature in the room but Takeshi felt it drop down fast. ”Oi, Aki! Are you bringing the temps down instead of up like I said? It’s starting to feel like Sandy Claws came early in here!” He calls out to the volunteer, barely noticing small specks of white suddenly appearing from above.

When it happens, it’s sudden and fast. People scream in shock as ice flashes into being in the room. Frost flutters away in white specks as the windows and doors freeze shut, trapping Takeshi, Aika, Isamu and the rest of the drama crew in the room and leaving Haruo and the rest of the detention crew outside with no way in.

Inside the room, ice begins to frost over the ceiling as the temperature begins to drop. The temperature might be bearable, but with the rate the temperature was dropping it wouldn't be long before they all became ice popsicles for eternity.

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Isamu barely registers how cold the metal of each light fixture is, too concerned with getting the settings right- and not falling to his death. As voices from down below start to rise in volume and sound more panicked, his face scrunches up in thought, trying to discern why. It's then that Isamu notices the frost crawling up the railings of the catwalk, rendering the light fixtures immobile as ice roots them in place. He's quick to pull his hands away from the railing before the ice has a chance to trap his fingers also. XX
"Oi, does anyone know what the hell is going on?!" He shouts, taking slow, careful steps toward the ladder leading back to the ground. The catwalk creaks with every movement and he has little faith in its stability. It holds long enough for him to get to the ladder. His skin sticks to the cold metal of the rungs as he climbs back down to the floor, and Isamu rushes over to the group, most of whom are as obviously shocked and confused as he is. XX
Isamu's mind flits back to Aika and her mysterious new power. How weird would it be if that had something to do with this weird indoor blizzard? The idea isn't one he wants to consider, so he shoves it to the back of his mind and goes off in search of Aika, though he doesn't have to look for long. She comes rushing out of the back room with a worried expression, hands spread out in front of her in a show of confusion. Isamu simply shrugs, gesturing to the snow - the snow - floating down from the eaves above. "It's snowing." He mouths, as if that would explain all the things going on. Aika shoots him an unimpressed look. XX
Shouting from the other side of the room grabs their attention, and they turn to see some of the students in the drama club attempting to open the exit doors, to no avail. "I'm starting to think we're trapped in this icy winter wonderland..." XX