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Tsukino Hana

Little Red Riding Hood

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a character in “Book of Fairy -Reboot-”, as played by Momari

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✾ Tsukino Hana ✾

"From the room that’s mine and mine alone is the beginning-ring of a dream."
Yume no Hajima-Ring Ring | Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

D I A L O G U E | candy | T H O U G H T | leaf

F A C E C L A I M | Sawako Kuronuma 】
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F U L L N A M E
Tsukino Hana
Meaning : Flower of the Moon


N I C K N A M E S
Rin calls her a "scaredy-cat" frequently.

A G E
Sixteen (16)

G E N D E R
Female

O R I E N T A T I O N
Straight

E T H N I C I T Y
Japanese

F A I R Y T A L E
Little Red Riding Hood
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G E N E R A L A P P E A R A N C E
Hana's the average height of 158 cm and she weighs no more than 43 kg. On a typical day Hana's hair is either in a set of low ponytails or loose braids. On special occasions she will let her hair be completely free; if she's feeling fancy she might even curl the ends. One of the things she is meticulous over are her nails. They are always nicely painted a pretty shade of pink and neatly maintained. She's big about smelling good, so Hana stays true to her candy apple perfume. At times when she's not at school she likes her style to be simple, sweet, and girly. Her clothes are cute and no matter what season it may be pastels are always her go-to colors; pink and red especially being her favorites. She likes to stay tuned with the latest trends while applying them to her own personal tastes. And you know... Rin sometimes convinces her to cosplay so that she won't be alone at conventions (Rin took photos *winkwink*).
Recently Hana has discovered something strange about her appearance. A detailed brand seems to have appeared on her left shoulder overnight. This is hard to make out exactly what it is. It looks like a burn mark, but it seems to have claws and an animal's head.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Hana is a very soft-hearted girl. Sort of meek, a crybaby sometimes, but very friendly. Although in conversation she can be quiet, Tsukino is known to be witty in her comments. Fearful of the dark and becoming lost; she's terribly forgetful. She's not the most spectacular student when it comes to areas other than Home Economics, but in areas like Music you could give her a one hundred percent ten times over! You will often here her playing in the old music room during lunch and after school. She's a busy bee, a hard worker, there's no doubt about it. The girl works herself silly to the point her sister has to remind her to eat sometimes. Though Hana does have spurts of laziness too, she is pretty much always working. She is also considered to be very jittery. It's not difficult at all getting her to jump and her heart to race. Hana can sometimes focus on something so hard that her ears completely tune out the world. So even the tiniest tap on the shoulder would set her off into a scream. She's also squeamish to a variety of things. She can't stand to see any living creature hurt and practically faints at the sight of blood. Those are only two examples, but what's there more to explain? Socially she's not much of an extrovert, but Hana has herself a small group of people she can rely on and likes to keep it that way. Hana does not get angry easily and tends to be very forgiving. Along with that, she doesn't like to disappoint others so it is easy to get Hana to comply with most things you ask of her. Sometimes others may find her to be a bit distant or even mysterious for she is quiet most of the time, but the people she surrounds herself with know that she is usually a joy to be around.
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F A I R Y T A L E P O W E R S
"As you are pretty; so be wise. Wolves lurk in every guise."
Hana has the power to shift herself into any animal she desires, well, under a few conditions. First, she can only turn into creatures which exist. Two, she can use the abilities of these creatures although only at the level of the animal. For example, let's say she were to become a mouse. Any hole a mouse could fit it's head through she would be able to squeeze through due to the rodent's bone structure. She hasn't quite recognized her powers yet, but an odd symbol has appeared at the base of her neck.
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H I S T O R I C A L B A C K G R O U N D
Hana comes from a very normal sized family. Consisting of herself, her sister Rin, and their parents, the four of them live above their family business; a a small yet booming ramen shop. Perhaps this is where Tsukino acquired her cooking skills, but her real skills lie in an opposite direction. Hana has a deep passion for music. It's sort of funny how history is reliving itself. See, Hana is almost a carbon copy of her grandmother. Hana resembles the woman in both facial features and talent, and the same could be said with Rin and their grandfather. She loved her grandparents, but Hana couldn't stand the house they lived in. When she was younger she swore she saw ghosts on several occasions. Those experiences haunt her to this day. Although when she and Rin go back to the house during summer vacation, Hana hasn't had anymore experiences. Thank heavens
Born on March Eleventh, her parents describe her as being abnormally quiet for a baby. She never cried, but only when Rin noticed her existence did she utter a sound. Soon soft sounds turned into hums and then those hums later transitioned into singing when her grandmother introduced her to an instrument that she'd become quite familiar with. An obsession grew over the years to the point she practically needs it to survive. She can sing, write music, play the piano, and even dance. Memories of grandmother and the piano are very precious to her heart. They are the simple things she will always treasure. It wasn't until her teacher's death that Hana began to compose her own songs and write lyrics to match. She has a goal of becoming an idol or some kind of musician one day, but her parents are very clear that they would much rather her pursue a "real" career. Unlike them, Rin is very supportive of her little sister's dreams. Knowing how talented Hana is, Rin has always felt like there is nothing that should hold her back. Rin and Hana aren't just sisters, but best friends. There is very little the two of them do without the other. In fact with college coming sooner than expected, Hana dreads the day she will have to say goodbye. Their parents are cheap and wouldn't pay them even if they worked to the bone (they are already paying for the girls to go to college, so they refuse to give them anything else), so they both have part time jobs. About an hour after school the both of them walk to work. Hana is a waitress at Watanabe's cafe, and at first she was not very good at her job, but like with most things she slowly got the hang of it. Waiting tables is not really something she likes. Heck, she'd much rather cook in the back, but the job pays her enough to fuel her addiction to Arcades and Gachapon.
At school she doesn't necessarily belong to a club, but she spends plenty of time in the old music room which is tucked away across the stairs which lead to the fourth floor. She has no idea why they would just leave a perfectly good piano to collect dust, but she's not complaining. The place gives her the peace and seclusion she desires to play.
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P E R S O N A L
R E L A T I O N S H I P S

  • The youngest daughter to Mr. and Mrs. Tsukino, and sister of Tsukino Rin.
  • Granddaughter of a beautiful pianist and a man who painted the spirits who he saw in his home.
  • One of her closest friends other than her own sister is Aika. She and Rin like her a lot as they all have a couple common interests.

  • Isamu on the other hand leaves Hana a bit intimidated...

  • A waitress at the Watanabe Cafe, she is a coworker of Tatsuo.

  • Another friend of Hana is Dojima. They met one afternoon in the music room. It seems he also has... or had a passion for music.
  • One of Hana's newest friends is Yomi. They met for tutoring, but soon bonded over big aspirations.
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So begins...

Tsukino Hana's Story

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Character Portrait: Watanabe Tatsuo Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana Character Portrait: Nishizaka Mashiro Character Portrait: Nishizaka Minoru

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- WATANABE TATSUO -



The Watanabe restaurant was located on the edge of town, a fifteen-minute walk from Takazara's beach. Though not a landmark or the hippest tent in town, the restaurant had remained one of the local darlings. The building had a Minka feel to it and it's construction dated back generations to the Edo period. From the traditional roof protection's on it's vernacular, Gasshō-style roof to the many trinkets from all over the world displayed in it's windows; the Watanabe restaurant was loaded with all kinds of history.

The interior of what had once been an artisan's house, had been refurbished into a lounge. On the ground floor, the guests sat on futons along low wooden tables, where they could see the kitchen behind the counter. Many of the walls had decorative carvings of deities etched in them – and the restaurant's owner, mister Watanabe, would proudly tell any customer that his forefathers had carved art for the lords of the time. According to mister Watanabe, those carvings in the walls were the sketches leading up to his great, great, great grandfathers their art. The first floor was reserved for busier nights or exclusive reservations, but many of the regulars better enjoyed the company down below.

Having been passed down from generation to generation, the Watanabe restaurant had kept traditional and regional foods on the menu. Many of it's regulars were Takazara's elderly, families with young children, red-skinned tourists and curious foreigners. On a beach day like this, the restaurant was guaranteed to be buzzing in the evening and the family's son, Watanabe Tatsuo, thanked his lucky stars he didn't have a kitchen duty.

Tatsuo had opened his chemistry book from behind the register – for as long as the afternoon remained relatively quiet, he had time to study for his upcoming test. Tatsuo placed his hand over the textbook page to test himself if he remembered what he'd just read. Now how many carbon atoms are in this molecule again...

“Hah, that's my boy!” Tatsuo's father walked up behind him and ruffled his hair.

“Dad!” Tatsuo jumped up from his seat, causing his old man to chuckle. “Not in front the customers.” Tatsuo muttered under his breath, as he tried to pat his hair back down.

“Can't a father be proud of his son?” Mister Watanabe waved his son's complaint away. “You know how many fathers would kill for a kid that took their studies so seriously?” Tatsuo's dad leaned in closer to poke Tatsuo's side with his elbow. “I brag about it to my friends, you know!”

“Dad!” Tatsuo shot up again, about to sweat bullets as he felt the gazes of customers creep up on him.

“What? Hana understands, don't you Hana-chan?” Mister Watanabe beckoned one of the waitresses; Tsukino Hana, Tatsuo's senior in school and part-time employee at the restaurant. “It's just the way parents show their love, am I right or am I right, Hana-chan?” Tatsuo could just feel the blush heating up his face as he tried to avoid the girl's eyes and dove back into his text book.

“Anyway, this one's for table four.” Mister Watanabe handed a tray with two bowls of fish head soup. The eyes were still clear, picked with care for the elderly couple of regulars it was meant for. “Can you get it for me?”

“Oh and Tatsuo,” Mister Watanabe added after handing Hana the tray, “You take care of those two customers over there, will you?”

Tatsuo looked up from his textbook and saw two familiar faces about the enter the restaurant. Nishizaka Mashiro and Nishizaka Minoru, two other seniors from Ichiro High and fellow members of the recently formed after-school Buster Club.

“Welcome, Nishizaka-senpai.” Tatsuo scrambled himself together, grabbed a menu from the counter and walked up to greet the pair of cousins. “How may I help you?” He asked, as he offered the carte to his upperclassmen.

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Character Portrait: Watanabe Tatsuo Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana Character Portrait: Nishizaka Mashiro Character Portrait: Nishizaka Minoru

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So far her shift had been going well. No forgetful or clumsy mistakes, this had Hana in a really jolly mood. She was peacefully enjoying the afternoon, and as she was to approach the counter Mr. Watanabe was ruffling the hair on Tatsuo’s head. Bringing her hand up to cover her smile, Hana giggled lightly into her palm. Well, if I had a child who studied that hard I’d be over the moon. Hana couldn’t help but be a little impressed by Watanabe’s motivation to study because she found it difficult to do it herself. Compared to what she might be doing instead, studying was always something she procrastinated over.

Hana straightened her back when Mr. Watanabe asked her a question. Not too sure how to answer at first, she hesitated a second before smiling and speaking softly, “Right. My father would be just as happy if I studied like your son does. Truly something to be proud of.”


As she was asked to take the orders of fish head soup over to an elderly couple, Hana nodded politely and replaces the empty tray she has been carrying by sliding it onto the counter before she receives the the right tray from her boss. “Got’cha.” She spoke pleasantly as she noticed Tatsuo’s bright and embarrassed face while walking away to deliver to the pair of regulars. She knew how he must’ve felt at that moment. Even her father, a relatively serious and cold man sometimes had his moments of embarrassing his girls. It must be a parent thing.

While making her way to table four, Hana's face brightens up again as she greeted the customers who have already taken a liking to the waitress for her hospitality. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Nakamura. It's nice to see you two again." She gently placed the bowls down before bowing slightly as the elderly folk smiled back at her. "Please enjoy your meal." Hana then turned away to check on the other customers to make sure that everything is how it should be. As she turned she recognized two familiar faces, faces from school, but she continued with what she was doing as Watanabe had them covered. She wondered though... Aren't they apart of some new club?

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Character Portrait: Watanabe Tatsuo Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana Character Portrait: Nishizaka Mashiro Character Portrait: Nishizaka Minoru

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Nishizaka Mashiro
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Nishizaka Minoru
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It was a fine afternoon like any other days in the city of Takazara. Not a single thing to worry in the world, everybody just lives their lives away. Truly peaceful, indeed. Or at least, that was what a handful of students from Ichiro High thought, until the incident that happened during the school festival last month occurred and shook the lives of them up, in the most unexpected of ways that they could have never thought of.

The last bell finally rang, signaling the end of another school day. Many of the students tend to their clubs' activities afterwards, while the rest who didn't join any particular clubs, or in other words, members of the 'go-home' club, just left the campus and headed straight home, or stopped somewhere to hang out with their friends. Peacefully normal, just like any other schools in Japan. And as the sunset covered the whole horizon in an orange shade, at the track field situated to the west wing of the school, the track team is still practicing diligently, for the annual regional competition is only a few months away.

"Ready..." As the coach raised the gun and about to fire the shot, five male members of the team, including Mashiro, then assumed their crouching position. Bang. When the shot is fired, they all then began to run, as if their lives depend on it. It was a 100 meters sprint race, and as expected, Mashiro is the one to take the lead before any that of his teammates, and leave them behind in a considerable distant. His every movement is agile and his speed makes him run through the field like a breeze. The sight of an athlete who would wear his scarf even when he is running might seem weird, like really weird to any bystanders who are watching them nearby. But for all other members of the team, this is what they have beheld for almost everyday, so it didn't bother them as much.

The race finishes in a flash, and as usual, Mashiro made the top record again. "10.77." The member who recorded the time said to Mashiro and the others when they caught up to him. He loosened his scarf a bit and swept the sweats on his forehead before grinning and gave the others a V sign.

"Man, did you secretly have some sorts of propeller installed in your legs or something...? None of us can ever catch up with you like this, senpai." A fellow member who had just taken part in the race with him said.

"Hehe, I'm just lucky. I still have a long way. Don't be so down, you guys are really good too." He scratched the back of his head and said in his usual bright and cheerful manner.

"Alright team, that's it for today." The coach gathered everyone and announced, "You're all doing a great job, especially you, Nishizaka-kun. Just keep up the good work and we'll not only conquer the regional, we'll be heading straight to the Nationals. Ganbarou."

Everyone applauded in approval, before picking up their own stuffs and made their ways to the changing room. Mashiro gulped down the lemon salt water he brewed in his bottle and then went to dressed off too. On the way, the other members kept praising him, entrusting that he would bring victory to their school. They nicknamed him the Zephyr of Ichiro High is for a reason, after all.

But little did they all know that all of it could only make Mashiro felt even more frustrated and insecure about himself.

Some of the girls asked him to go to the karaoke with them, but Mashiro quickly excused himself and took his leave. He knows he should feel that way, but somehow, it makes him feel really uncomfortable spending time with too many people at once. There's been only one person that he is comfortable around with, so in fact. he couldn't wait to be as quick as he could to finish with the track team's practices to meet him.

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"...自分とは何でどこへ向かうべきか 問い続ければ見えてくる
荒れた青春の海は厳しいけれど
明日の岸辺へと 夢の舟よ進め
今 負けないで 泣かないで 消えてしまいそうな時は
自分の声を信じ歩けばいいの
大人の僕も傷ついて眠れない夜はあるけど
苦くて甘い今を生きている

人生の全てに意味があるから 恐れずにあなたの夢を育てて
Keep on believing..."


At the stage of Ichiro High situated to the east wing of the campus, the school's choir is practicing one of the songs they are intending to use in an upcoming competition for a chance to perform at Tokyo Dome. This is, of course, a chance of a lifetime, so they are really putting a lot of their efforts into what they are doing. The song flows harmoniously, as both the vocals and the harmony fits perfectly with the piano accompany.

Minoru closes his eyes while he let his fingers trail across the piano's keyboard. Aside from the Orchestra, he is not a set member of any musical clubs in Ichiro High, but he is literally presented in any musical events that require someone to play a specific instrument, should those partake in them come to him and ask him nicely to accompany them. Of course, with his talents for many kinds of instruments out there, his list is always fully booked. He couldn't really help it though. There are plenty others who are good with music around school, yet he doesn't get why people always turn to him though. Probably due to what some of his classmates said to be his 'fanclub' or something.

The song finishes beautifully, and the choir decided to call it a day then. The girl who was the conductor then came over to him, "Thanks a lot, Minoru-san. I knew we could always count on you. You really helped us big time."

"No, it's nothing, Mariko-san." Minoru replied in his usual quiet, polite tone and his charismatic smile, "Anytime you need."

Mariko blushes a little before clearing her throat, "Hey, I was wondering if... if you would like to come with us for a treat? It's a thank you for helping us the past few days."

"Well, it's kind of you to invite. But I must apologize, since I already have some plans to do." Minoru gathered his stuffs and stood up from the piano's stool, "If there's nothing else that you need, please excuse me. I'll see everyone tomorrow if you need."

He then bowed to everyone and took his leave. Watching as Minoru left, Mariko sighed as another girl walked up to her, "See? I told you. I have never seen him hanging out with anyone, other than Mashiro-senpai the star of track team. He's always polite to everyone but it's hard to even approach him."

"Mashiro-senpai, huh? The two of them must be really close."

"Yeah, I heard they are only cousins but they are closer than any other siblings out there, if I must say." The girl shrugged, "Oh well, where shall we go today?"

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Mashiro was standing at his shoe locker, changing from the school's uniform shoes to his usual white pair of boots. Many people tend to think he has an odd view when it comes to fashion, but he just dresses in any ways he felt comfortable in, so he didn't really get why they would think so. While he is still pondering over some rather trivial matters, he jolted a bit when he felt a pair of skinny arms wrapped around his chest, and someone's face buried into his back.

"Hey, didn't we agree that public intimacy is a no-no?" Mashiro said jokingly, already knowing who it was without even turning his head to look at the other.

"Don't care. There's no one around us anyway." Minoru said in a slightly whining tone. If anyone happened to stop by, they would certainly think the two of them are lovers. But that's not too far from the truth, anyway. "I need my Shiro-chan recharge ~" Minoru tightened his embrace. Hugging Mashiro for him is always the best, and even the fluffiest teddy bear in the world cannot match up to his cousin.

"Now, now. Let go of me before I choke." Reluctantly, Minoru let go as the two of them then headed off the campus, "I really must find a way to put some muscles on your body though."

"Well, I've tried everything since I was a kid already, but it doesn't really improve much, so good luck with that." Minoru chuckled.

The two of them converses about all their activities at school on their way towards the Watanabe family restaurant, which is thankfully not too far away from Ichiro High and rather close to their house. Since Kyouka will not be coming home today due to some urgent business she needed to take care of at the company so they have decided to eat out and let the helpers at their house to return home earlier than usual. Though this really saddens Minoru as he has anticipated that Mashiro would be cooking instead of eating out like this.

Watanabe's restaurant has been a favorite spot for the two of them to hang out recently, since it is generally quiet, it has an overall nice view and they wouldn't be bothered much here. They took their seats near a window and moments later, Tatsuo, the son of the owner of this place came and took their orders. Minoru can also see from afar that a fellow schoolmate with them, Hana, is also working.

"Hi Tatsuo-kun." Mashiro replied, skimming through the menu, "I'll have a katsudon, please."

"I'll have the same as him." Minoru said to Tatsuo, and the two of them then went on chatting, immersing in their own world.

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Character Portrait: Watanabe Tatsuo Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana Character Portrait: Nishizaka Mashiro Character Portrait: Nishizaka Minoru

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- WATANABE TATSUO -




“Coming right up!” Tatsuo took back the menu and hurried to the kitchen to pass the order. Those cousins sure seemed to get along, Tatsuo thought to himself. He and his sister on the other hand, Tatsuo shivered at the thought. He couldn't imagine going anywhere with just Akane peacefully.

“Two katsudon, table seven!” Tatsuo passed the order to his father in the kitchen. Watanabe Kyouma was the only one there, doing more cleaning than cooking now that the restaurant was still quiet. He must had sent the other cooks on a break.

“On it's way!” Kyouma gave his son the thumbs-up, ditching his gloves and taking two steps from the sink to the furnace. “Back to your studies, champ!”

“Of course, dad.” Tatsuo nodded, then quickly scanned around the restaurant before he opened his book back up. The moment his eyes passed Hana, Tatsuo abruptly hid his face behind the register. Did she really think that? Tatsuo blushed, thinking back on Hana's comment. She's not in league with my dad, is she? No, no, no, don't think about it!

“Tatsuo-kun, is that you?” Tatsuo looked up. It was mrs. Nakaruma, the elderly regular who had ordered the fish head soup. “Oh look at you, you have such a healthy colour on your cheeks. Come closer dear, how are you?” The woman beckoned, and Tatsuo complied.

“Hello mrs. Nakamura, mr. Nakamura.” Tatsuo bowed, “Are you enjoying your meal?”

It wasn't long until Tatsuo's father finished the katsudon. He put down the tray on the counter and shook his head as he watched old mrs. Nakamura interrogate Tatsuo for every last detail on his school life. “That boy just can't say no, can he?” Kyouma laughed and beckoned for Hana in Tatsuo's stead. “Hana-chan, two katsudon, table seven.”

Hana couldn't have taken two steps, before something weird happened inside the bowls. The sliced up tonkatsu lumped itself up into a big chunk of pork-chop and peeked over the edge of the bowl. As it did, the girl would hear a strange voice in her head; “You have such beautiful eyes, child,” a voice as fractured as the tonkatsu itself was spoke, “Come closer so I can look at them.”

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“Oh that poor girl.” Mrs. Namakmura gasped when Hana dropped the plate. Tatsuo's heart jumped up in his throat. What was that! He thought, turning around to see Hana red as a beet as she frantically tried to clean up the dropped katsudon.

“Please excuse me.” Tatsuo bowed to the elderly couple – then rushed to get a cloth from behind the counter. Within a skip and a step, Tatsuo squatted down next to his colleague.

“Don't worry, I've got it.” Tatsuo sympathised, as he hastily tried to mop up the sauce before it got too deep into the wood. He barely dared to look at Hana. Tatsuo knew full well how it felt to drop a plate – and he didn't want to scare her.

“A-are you okay?” Tatsuo finally dared ask when they had gotten the worst of it. From the corner of his eye, he tried to look at Hana – but somehow fixated on the girl's shoulder, not sure if he should look her straight in the eye. “What happened?”

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Character Portrait: Watanabe Tatsuo Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana

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In the aftermath Hana was failing to completely calm down. Hearing the murmurs and feeling the eyes watching her like hawks circling around a helpless mouse, It was getting hard for her to determine whether her face was burning hot due to how mortified she is or if she has developed a high fever. What she concluded to be a hallucination had gotten her all messed up now. If she was getting sick, that made sense, but the timing for it was completely bad.

Oh no. No, not now… Rin is counting on me this week… A mental image of all the cosplay she was coaxed into wearing made her blush even more (if that was even possible), but nevermind that! The more important thing was she had to say something to Tatsuo because she anticipated the question he would ask after he helped her clean up the rest of the mess. “Thank you, I’m so sorry,” were the only words she managed to utter as she stood back up; rushed and quiet.

“I-” Hana choked on her words as she avoided the gaze of her coworker by looking down at her feet. “Um-” Coming up with the right thing to say was something she wanted to be careful about, though what would make her sound the least bit bonkers? Certainly she didn't want to mention the talking bowl of katsudon so bluntly.

Finally after a moment’s pause she looked up and forced herself to look at him. “I may need to go home just this once,” she responded in a nervous whisper, “I hallucinated… I think. I’m so sorry for the trouble. This has never happened before, so I must be coming down with something..” Tsukino tipped her spine with all sincerity before straightening her posture and looking down at her hands which she kept close to her heart; they were trembling the whole time.

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Character Portrait: Watanabe Tatsuo Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana Character Portrait: Nishizaka Mashiro Character Portrait: Nishizaka Minoru

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Nishizaka Mashiro
• The White Queen •

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Nishizaka Minoru
• The Snow Queen •

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Mashiro and Minoru were indulging in their own conversation, until the screaming of Hana and the sound of something shattering into pieces caught their attention. It seemed that she was about to bring them their katsudon, but then was startled because of something in the bowls.

“Wait…” Minoru raised an eyebrow as he saw something was moving inside the mess that the two bowls made on the floor. The slices of deep-fried pork wriggled as if they were alive. If he was just like any other people sitting here, he would be convinced that it was merely a hallucination, but now, as a member of the club and someone who had just recently found out about his brand and power, he knows that this is real, and something odd is definitely going on.

“Erm… Are you seeing what I think I am seeing…?” Mashiro, who now have also taken notice of what had happened, questioned.

Minoru nodded in acknowledgement to his cousin, “Mikami-sensei will like to know about this.” By this time, Tatsuo has also come to check up on Hana and helped her to clean up the mess, “I’ll call him. You should go and tell Watanabe-san.”

They nodded to each other as Mashiro stood up and approached the two. “Hey, everything’s okay over here?” He asked Hana with a smile, while shooting a glance at Tatsuo that says “she was not hallucinating.” Meanwhile, Minoru took out his phone and dialed one of the sole two phone numbers he had, which belonged to Mikami Sora - the adviser of the club. When someone on the other side picked up, he reported, “Sensei? There’s something going on over here I think you’d like to know.”

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Character Portrait: Watanabe Tatsuo Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana Character Portrait: Nishizaka Mashiro Character Portrait: Nishizaka Minoru

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- WATANABE TATSUO -




“It's okay! Please don't feel bad about it!” Tatsuo almost shouted in response. His face turned red as a beet and Tatsuo scrubbed so vividly he'd almost risk removing the lacquer. It wasn't until Mashiro came up that Tatsuo could think of anything else, but when his magenta eyes met Tatsuo's – why is Mashiro-senpai..!

The katsudon pieces Hana and Tatsuo had picked up were squirming. Like worms they were trying to reach for Hana; but in their cut up form they could hardly move – and if Mashiro saw it too... Tatsuo nodded to his senior in understanding, silently thanking him for his support.

“You're not hallucinating Hana.” Tatsuo tried to bring up. “It's the katsudon, isn't it?” He kept his voice low – but wary. Tatsuo too, had been in for quite the surprise himself when he first discovered the book had chosen him... And he knew he wasn't the only one in the club that strange things had been happening to.“M-mashiro-senpai and I know someone who can help, but-”

Tatsuo was cut off by a voice even he, Mashiro and Minoru could hear. It was coming mrs. Nakamura; who shrieked at the discovery the fishhead had jumped out of it's soup. However, it's glazing eyes had turned vivid and yellow and stared straight at Hana.

“Why, child, my eyes are so big so I can better see you.” A voice echoed through the restaurant. The fish no longer even smelled like fish. It reeked of wet dog. Flopping ever so slightly it inched towards the three youngsters. As did the katsudon... Which seemed to be starting to grow grey hair!

For a second Tatsuo hesitated. “Mashiro-senpai, please take care of Hana-san.” Tatsuo chirped as he jumped up. His fingers quivered – but this was his family's restaurant and Tatsuo had to to something! He rushed towards the kitchen, looking for anything to help him ward off the strange food. A pan. A knife. Something to keep whatever was chasing Hana at bay... But the moment he entered the kitchen...

“Have you seen a girl with a red hood?” A stew murmured. Tatsuo promptly slammed the lid on the pan! All of the food in it had warped in shape! There were wolf ears, paws, tails! It was as if their kitchen had been a butchery for an entire wolf-pack... But the wolves were trying to put their selves back together! Tatsuo's heart pounded in his chest. His father was nowhere to be seen – and Tatsuo, too afraid to reach for the knife drawer, instead grabbed a broom and ran back out of the kitchen. Minoru was the first person he saw and Tatsuo almost bumped into him.

“Help! There's wolves in there!” Tatsuo pointed at the kitchen, putting the broom in front of him like a pike. He hoped Minoru could keep his cool, because right now, Tatsuo certainly could not!

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Character Portrait: Watanabe Tatsuo Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana Character Portrait: Nishizaka Mashiro Character Portrait: Nishizaka Minoru

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When Mashiro came up and asked if everything was okay, a soft and slightly nervous laugh came out of her mouth. Not even looking up from her hands she replied timidly “Everything is fine.” And it was back to silence until Tatsuo told her something that she didn’t believe. He sounded like he had lost it when he had told her that she wasn't hallucinating.

“What do you mean?” A sense of confusion consumed her from this point forward. Eyebrows coming together, for once she prayed for what he said to be a sick joke, but having been witness to the looks the boys exchanged and the serious tone, Tsukino knew that something was really wrong. The fear and confusion only heightened with the scream of the elderly lady she had served only a few minutes ago. The scream made her head turn and little could she think over the increase of her pounding heart.

“Why, child, my eyes are so big so I can better see you.”

Cold droplets of sweat started to appear and drip from her skin. The fish had changed, speaking demonically and glaring right at her with big yellow eyes. The overwhelming aroma of wet dog made her actually feel sick. In the back of her mind she knew that this entity was directing it's voice at her. It was for a reason she couldn't gather into words or mentally explain to herself. Knowing it wasn't her mind playing tricks due to some illness, Hana didn't know what to think anymore. What kind of world am I living in? Frozen solid, she was on the edge of denial, but simultaneously she knew this was her reality which she could not escape. She knew things like ghosts existed, she has seen them with her own eyes, but this was something more than paranormal. As much as she wished to wake up from this nightmare she knew that none of this was a dream. All she knew was that things like this do not and should not be happening..

“I’m scared!” She blurted out as more tears burst from her eyelids. Her puffy eyes were as wide as walnuts while she looked unblinkingly at the thing that started flopping towards them. As if it were a rodent Hana screamed bloody murder and like a frightened creature she ran off towards the exit. Her heart stopped when she jiggled the door knob. It was either jammed or locked, but either way she and everyone inside the restaurant was trapped. Everything going on around her was one thing and not knowing what to do about it but cry and or run away was another. She felt terrible and angry. The ability of flight was now not one of her options, but the seemingly impossible instinct to fight was starting to kick in. She was now searching for her courage to do something that most wouldn't expect of someone like Hana. Little did she realize in that moment she was about to go through many changes... literally.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Seiyuu Akihiko Character Portrait: Ikeda Aika Character Portrait: Yoshida Isamu Character Portrait: Tsukino Hana Character Portrait: Takeshi Suzuki

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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?"