Sakila

She was supposed to be at the Battalion HQ, talking about what happened today. But she knew for a fact that the Rebels would garner more info and sneaked out. Sakila passed into an alley, immediately activating Hidden Dragon. She emerged cloaked and ran the rest of the way to the Nubinelle Rebellion headquarters. It was outside the HQ that she witnessed the small interaction between a man who'd apparently disguised himself as Petya and Sparrow. She wasn't sure if anyone had noticed her. The masquerader may have. She made a note of it. His name was Cyrus. She waited until Tasha retrieved Sparrow and followed closely behind, still invisible. She headed into the main meeting room, hiding in the back. She was a bit paranoid. Even though no one could see her, she still felt exposed. Sakila was shocked to see the while ordeal with T. Soon, she just couldn't hold it in anymore. She followed the next person out of the room and walked outside, heading toward the Battalion HQ. Pulling out her phone, Sakila tapped in a number she knew by heart but never saved. The number of her last known remaining relative. "Sakila, remember to behave while we're gone, okay?" "Okay, Mom!" "And we promise to take you to your favorite dig site when we come back." "Really?! Thanks, Dad!" "We're sorry we have to miss your birthday, sweetie...." That cold winter day was the last time she'd seen her parents. After that day, her whole world fell apart. "I need you to understand something, Sakila. My sister...your mother, I don't think she's coming back. Or your father." "Why? Why not?" "There are some bad people who took them away." "But why?! Mommy and Daddy didn't do anything wrong! They just liked to find out more about the past." "I... I know. I have no idea what they would want with archaeologists. It's beyond me. Really... What are they planning?" The last part he spoke to himself. "Can't you... Can't you bring them back?! Aren't you very strong?! Mommy always said her brother was very strong!" "I can, maybe... But not alone. I need your help, Sakila. Can you help me?" "Yes! I'll do anything!" "Then, in order to find you parents, you must join the 8th Battalion. They are the rebellion group that will shine light on the way." "Alright! I'll do it! From now on, I'm an 8th!" "Hello, uncle? Yeah, so about what happened today... Do you know who T and Cyrus are?" "T...he's a weapons dealer.... He works with the Armed Forces. Or does he?" "That's what I'd like to know." "Then, could you keep me updated?" "Definitely—" "Anything about your parents?" "...No. But I'm not losing hope yet. I joined the Battalion for a reason. The truth behind my parents is out there somewhere. And one day, I'll find it. With the Battalion's help." "Then, good luck."

"Name's Sakila," she started, with a smile. "And 8th. I've heard of you from Vivi." Sakila, walked over to wear the older girl stood. "You were quite exceptional on the battle field today. As was Vivi. Are you two close? You seemed very compatible." Which is surprising, Sakila thought to herself. She knew VIvi wasn't the most cooperative person. Her mind slowly drifted back to the first time she'd met the girl. She'd been interning under the medical department back in those days. She'd been eyeing the village care positions, but had been placed in the medical department for training. That particular had been hectic and Sakila was sick of her superior. He'd been going on and on about how much he hated the Rebels because they were supposedly traitors or something and Sakila couldn't stand it. So when she met the young Vivi, she'd been fine with defying her superior and taking the patient along with her. As soon as they were back at the hospital, Sakila forced Vivi to get back to her bed. The hysterical girl refused, but Sakila would have none of it. "We're taking care of him! We're doing everything we can. The most you can do at this moment to help us is calm down and rest. Look, we've placed your brother in the room opposite yours. You can seem him from your bed. Now sit." After the girl complied, Sakila sat down next to her, reassessing the damage done to her body. Some of the wounds had reopened. "Listen, I need you to cooperate with me here. I can't help you if you don't. Our healers are currently very busy, but we're trying to contact one for your brother. Let me look at your wounds, okay? Say, you never did tell me your name..." Shaking her head, Sakila returned from the flashback. She smiled again as she awaited Sparrow's answer.

Dear Anonymous, I bet you think you have a million and one problems. Ever heard of positivity? It exists. (Even if Google Chrome says it's not a word ) But anyways, you're obviously not the most pitiful person in the world. I'm sure you know that. Why do you ALWAYS have something to say? Just accept it and move on. You're that age. Problems occur. You get through them. Jeez, you always have this "Oh, well you did this to me and that to me and I don't like you and you're always unfair blah blah blah" mindset. So what? LIFE IS UNFAIR. Get over it already. Signed, Someone Annoyed

Sakila was walking around the Rebellion headquarters, waiting for the meeting to start. There had been a few casualties to be taken care of, so the meeting had been put on hold. Sakila wasn't sure where she was. She'd only been to the Rebellion HQ a few times. Some 8ths didn't like the Rebels, thinking they were traitors, but Sakila thought of most of them as comrades. She turned a corner, thinking of Vivi. She'd known Vivi from her Battalion days and was still close with the girl. Sakila had just peeked into her room, finding her asleep. The room was empty, although there was another bed. Sakila kept walking, now completely lost. Finding a discreet exit at the end of the hall, she opened the door, going outside. "Oh! Um, I didn't know someone was here, sorry." The figure in front of her turned around. "Ah, wait. You're Sparrow, aren't you?"

The sounds of the battle changed and Sakila stopped in her tracks. The troops were being called back, she realized, on both sides. "Sakila!" "Mokou! You're here! I thought..." "We... We should head back now." "Hey, why are you favoring your arm like that? "What are you talking about? Let's go already." "Are you hurt? That's right! Without Regenerator, you're susceptible to wounds. Let me see!" "There's no point! I'm fine! Now we have to go back! One of the Rebels was able to shut down the Inhibitor that blocked our powers and now everyone is retreating. Our troops will stay here to guard the villagers, but we need to go." Mokou began walking in the opposite direction. Sakila hesitantly went after her. "Where are we going?" "I was told to take you to the meeting being held between the Rebels and 8th Battalion. Since you're the head supervisor of the village that was attacked. You'll probably have to give your testimony or something." Sakila looked at the backs of the villagers now being escorted by troops before following the redhead to the meeting.

Zettai Heiwa Daisakusen <3

Sakila watched from a distance as Vivi and the girl named Sparrow made their way out of the battle area. Good. At least they made it out. Now if only they hadn't forgotten about little old me.... Sakila bit her lip and ran behind a nearby building, taking shelter from the troops. Ahead of her, the entrance to the village pass was ablaze. There was no way she could enter that way. Gritting her teeth, Sakila skirted around the fences and made her way inside the village through a hole in the chain-links. The fence scratched against her back and she curled her hands into fists while she pushed herself through. As soon as she was inside, she ran toward the center of town. Thankfully, the other 8th Battalion members were able to gather all the villagers safely and were escorting them out in groups. "Hey!" Sakila called out to one of the nearby team members. "How's it been so far?" The team member looked surprised but answered her. "Well, the group that just left is the sixth one. We have three more left. We...didn't know you were here." "Well I am. Where are they headed?" The girl nodded in their general direction. "The south pass, opposite from the battle." "Alright, keep up the good work. I'm going south to make sure there are no complications." "W-wait!" Sakila turned back around. "What's up?" "Some...some of the villagers thought were were taking too long so...." "So? What happened?" "They're headed eastward to escape that way." "What are you talking about?! A few villagers wouldn't be able to have the manpower to lift the iron gates we installed there last year! Are they out of their minds? It's a dead end!" "They know that! They said 8th Battalion tactics are useless. They...they plan to use the underground tunnels that lead east. But the entrance to those tunnels are near the north pass." "It's a suicide attempt, then. Quick, get the rest of the groups out of here! I'll turn them back!" Sakila ran off in the direction of the fire. She hacked into the camera by the north pass on her phone. Shoot, I can see them! Which mean so can the troops. She turned two corners and kept running, passing by her apartment. She continued monitoring the situation on her phone. There's no way we'll last at the front for too long, not without the ability users. Not with the way the battle is going so far. But if we retreat, it'll be trouble for the remaining villagers. It's them or us, someone's going to die at this rate! Why, oh why, do these people never listen to the 8th Battalion?! Sakila stopped to catch her breath for a second before running full speed towards the underground tunnel entrance. I can't convince them myself.... I need help! I need someone to help me get these villagers back as fast as possible!

Sakila felt a pair of arms around her and became immediately aware of the ground digging into the right side of her face. Wh-what?! "Got you, you brat!" Sakila realized she was no longer cloaked. A sharp slap stung her cheek. She could only barely hear the words among the chaos: "...we should retreat...abilities are zapped...we're outnumbered!" It sounded like a good idea. Now if only this bozo would get off of her.... "You know...there are many advantages...to being a girl," Sakila began, twisting and turning her head around. "Quit trying to escape," the man holding her captive sneered. "Too easy." As soon as she got close-enough, Sakila let out an ear-piercing scream. The man was stunned stiff for a moment and Sakila saw that as a window of opportunity. She poked him in the eyes and kneed him in the stomach before pushing him off and running over to Vivi. "What now?! Because at this point, running seems like the best option to me!"

Sakila felt one of the men grab her wrist. "Ah! Hey, I think I've got h--OW!" Sakila bit his hand and dropped down to sweep his legs out from below him. The man hit the ground and Sakila slammed her sneaker-clad foot against his neck. She heard a sharp exhale and wondered if she'd killed him. "Hurry!" Another soldier attacked her blindly, guessing her position. Sakila ducked, barely missing the knife. She grabbed at another soldier's arm, attracting attention and moved out of the way right before the knife could hit her. The knife instead sank into the chest of the man whose arm she'd grabbed. A scream of anguish came from the soldier. A few of the troops realized that Sakila was preoccupied and advanced towards Vivi. "Vivi!!!" She watched as Vivi broke the machine behind her and attacked the oncoming soldiers. "Wait, what are you doing, Vivi?!" Sakila dodged another attack and decided to play dirty, kicking the soldier where the sun don't shine and watching as he fell to the ground easily. She heard a whirring coming from behind her. "Vivi?"

"Hey, those two over there! Get them!!" "This doesn't look too good..." Sakila muttered. She backed up slowly with her fists raised in front of her as troops srrounded them. Something cold stopped her. Sakila turned around to see an old machine behind her. It looked like an incinerator or a some kind of crusher. "Hey, Vivi.... Can you do something with this machine behind us? I'll distract them and give you some time." With that, Sakila activated Hidden Dragon. "Huh?! Where'd she go? Don't tell me... an ability--oof!" The man keeled over for a second before his head was forcefully smashed against the ground. Crack. One down. Sakila advanced toward the rest of the soldiers, wary not to give away her position. She'd gone through some basic training to join the 8th Battalion and tried to rely on that. She only hoped Vivi would be able to help.

It was scary as heck at first, but soon, Sakila was able to forget her fear and enjoy the wind in her face. "THIS IS TEN TIMES MORE AWESOMER THAN BIKING!!!" She heard a distant giggle behind her. In record time, they reached the village and Sakila immediately felt guilt strike her down. What was she doing?! This was no time to be enjoying herself! People were in danger! "Vivi! Vivi, turn this off!"

"Hm, been better, I guess." Sakila popped the lid of another container of yogurt. She offered one to Vivi before pulling out her spoon and quickly digging in. "How about you? How's the Rebellion? And your brother?" "Okay, I guess. Lately, the Armed Forces have been rowdy. And he's...fine. Recovering." Vivi looked away and Sakila felt bad for bringing up a sore topic. "Okay, okay! So tell me Veevs, are there any hottie Rebels?" Sakila leaned forward and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, lazily swinging her spoon around before bringing it to her mouth again. "..." "..." "What in the world is... is... Veevs?" "Ah, well I just thou--" Sakila was cut off by a familiar ringtone. "Makes me feel doko--BEEP" Vivi raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a really old--" "Helloooo!!! Hahaha! What's up, Mokou?" Sakila blushed and answered quickly to avoid Vivi's question. She really should've changed her ringtone before. It was too conspicuous. "Sakila? Where are you?! Do you realize that there's been an attack right near your post? Your subordinates aren't able to help the villagers evacuate in time! Get back now!" "What?! On my way!" Sakila ended the call and browsed around on her phone. "Sakila, what happened?" "An attack. Near my post. I need to go.... Darn, why can't I get any signal?!" Sakila ran outside, and hacked into one of the security cameras near the site of the attack. The feedback showed chaos and confusion. "Vivi! It's Petya! Let's go!" And with that, she ran off.

Giri Koi, School Mermaid, and Princess Army.

I'm guessing its because their purity is somewhat shattered. Different cultures/people have different levels of conservativity. (<—not sure if that's a real word...) But it is possible to think that it may be because they only wanted their one special person to see them like that. So they don't think they're worthy enough anymore for their special someone. Make any sense? And with that, I'm outta here.

"Vivi, where exactly are we going?" Sakila asked. "A place," Vivi turned her head towards the right and replied to the thin air. "Actually, I'm walking on your left," Sakila clarified, grinning. "I know," came the answer. "I'm facing away from you." Sakila immediately pouted at the statement before playfully wrapping her arm around Vivi's shoulder. The other girl grew visibly uncomfortable again. "Is this my punishment for hugging you earlier? But your my cute wittle Vivi!" "Squawk! Cute wittle Vivi! Squawk!" "Shut up already! The both of you!" Sakila wasn't sure but she thought Vivi might have been blushing under her hood. "Ah, little bird! What was your name again?" "She doesn't have a name." "Really? Then...how about I call you Kuu?!" Vivi looked up shocked. "Hey, don't just give people's birds names! And what exactly is a Kuu anyway?" "It's cute! Vivi. People are gonna worry if they see you yelling at nobody, by the way." "Squawk! Kuu! It's cute! Kuu! It's cute! Squawk!" "Hey, wait a second," Vivi paused. "What's going on over there?" A group of Armed Forces members were gathered around the pass to a Nubinelle village. That's the village we served today! The market was thankfully over and all the civilians were back home. Only a few guards stood at the entrance of the pass, not at all able to block off an attack led by...Sakila peeked at the head. General Petya. "Vivi, it's dangerous to stand around here. Let's hide." Sakila latched onto Vivi's arm and Kuu's wing. Closing her eyes, Sakila concentrated as hard as she could. Vivi disappeared from view after a while but Kuu was quite intricate. After finally cloaking him, the three skirted their way around the oncoming battle. A lone figure approached the head as Sakila and Vivi watched. "Who's that?" "Sparrow. Ash. She's a Nubinelle Rebel. And a masterful one at that," Vivi explained. Sparrow, huh? The two watched as the woman easily dispatched the general. The opposing army retreated back and she made her way towards who-knows-where. It was over in a second. Suddenly, Sakila felt tired. She waited until the troops had completely disappeared before uncloaking Kuu and Vivi. "Can we move soon? I need some strength. One container of yogurt can only last you so long. Where exactly are we going?" They began walking again. "A place. Remember, you hugged me twice." Sakila sighed.

"Vivi, this is so cool! So you finally finished making that prototype, huh?" Sakila couldn't help but notice how Vivi shied away from her and giggled. Squeezing closer to the younger girl on purpose, Sakila continued conversing with the bird. "And what's your name, young one?!" She threw her arm over Vivi's shoulder and watched amusedly as the girl pouted. "Oh, wait," Sakila said, quickly turning to look at Vivi with a serious expression. "Don't you have Nubinelle Rebels have a meeting today or something?"

Sakila loved the fresh air markets the 8th Battalion occasionally organized. The hubbub of the locals, the crisp fragrance of fruit—it all fit together perfectly. Since resources were limited, they could only be held about once or twice a year in selective areas of Nubinelle. But Sakila always made sure to attend them, usually as one of the supervisors, which was what her current job was. She was to supervise the buying and selling going on and make sure that the economy was slowly rising, even in these poorer areas of Nubinelle. Sakila reached into the front pocket of her hoodie and pulled out her trusty spoon, placing it in her mouth as she reached for a container of yogurt from her pack. Yogurt was much harder to come by these days for the middle class, but Sakila splurged on the treat whenever she had money. Plus, it helped with replenishng her strength after she used her ability. Popping open the lid, Sakila licked it clean and placed it in her pocket before engulfing herself in strawberry heaven. She had a habit of collecting yogurt containers and she had a room at home solely devoted to the hobby. Not that anyone knew of course. "Oi, sister, I can't see in front of me! Get out of the way, wouldja?!" Sakila moved out of the way of a small boy carrying a box of fruits and vegetables. "Need some help?" The boy rolled his eyes at the offer. "As if," he scoffed, "I've got this perfectly under contr—WHOAAA!!!" Sakila winced as the boy tripped and went kersplat on the pavement. The fruits and vegetables had all fallen to the ground. Placing the now-empty container of yogurt back in her pack, Sakila knelt down and attempted to help the boy pick up the food. "Leave it alone, sister, I got this! You 8th Battalion folk ain't really much good for nothing anyway." Shrugging, Sakila continued to help him without saying anything. They were almost done when a man's voice cut through the silence. "Makes me feel doko kara—BEEP" Sakila fumbled for a while before she answered her phone. "H–hello?" "Sakila? You're done for the day. Your shift is over. Good work, see you tomorrow!" Sakila replied to the person on the other end before sighing and hanging up. "Sister, ain't that song from the 2000s or something? Man, have you been living in the past." The boy chuckled before picking up his box and leaving. Sakila blushed then shook her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a person clad in black. Before she could further investigate, the person was already well on their way. Rising from the ground, Sakila took a moment to calm down and close her eyes. When she opened them a split-second later, no one could see her. In her invisibilty mode, something she'd happily dubbed her Hidden Dragon technique, Sakila was nonexistent to the rest of humanity, a fly on the wall, and right now, pretty much a stalker. As soon as she'd gotten close enough, Sakila ran forward and poked the hoodie-wearing figure in the back. "Found you!"

Dear Anonymous, Hey, isn't this enough? Haven't you proven yourself yet? Surprisingly, the whole world has continued moving on, but I'm still trapped within yesterday. It's over now, end it already. It's really frustrating for me. I won't know if my feelings have changed until I'm able to test them out. I miss you. Love, Sakila

You have some kinda creepy mindset there.... *smh*

I thought OTP was One True Pairing... But she's just one lady, right?

The manga might be easier. (Or I'm probably just stupid.) I dunno. In the anime, it was all like, "I SHALL BRING LOGIC BACK TO THIS WORLD!" and "I thought something was off. Did this happen because of this?" and I just don't knoooow~~~~~~ Maybe I should go back and watch it again. Same.

I'm watching the anime. It's too confusing for me =_________= It's illogically logical. And there's also the fact that I haven't read The Tempest in, like, five years. Anyhoo, I just finished the last chapter of Kare wa Tomodachi with it's whole Hiyori-Ren-Yuuma-Kotone circle of love. And then there's also Parfait Tic! with a love triangle consisting of Fuuko-Daiya-Ichi. And later Iori. Yeesh, lately I've been reading about only love triangles~ So much shoujoooooo >.<

Dear Anonymous, For the love of all that is holy, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! You think you can just come waltzing into someone's home at 11:00 at night without any prior notice and just stay for a week?! No! We have our own frickin' lives okay?! But that's not the point. What are you, a 13-year-old loser? You're frickin' 19!! Grow some common sense in that stupid brain of yours!! You can't rent a car, run away from home, and pop up at our house. Which is, by the way, THREE STATES OVER! What in the world is wrong with you?! I don't think I can even consider you family anymore. YOUR FATHER IS DYING AND YOU'RE TRAIPSING AROUND MY HOUSE WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD!! Do you honestly not realize how much your mother has done for you?! Do you not realize that she raised you frickin' single-handedly?! She's had to put up with your deadbeat of a gambling addict dad for over two whole decades! The least you could do is frickin' support your mother at this time! But noooo, oh no! Of course not! Instead, you merely heard your mother complain very very very vaguely about your behavior issues over the phone LIKE EVERY OTHER MOTHER HAS DONE and ultimately decided to not talk to her for a month. Fine! Fine then, don't talk to the woman who raised you. But then WHY are you still living at her house? WHY are you expecting her to cook for you three times a day? WHY are you expecting her to clean up after you? If you're really THAAAAAAT great, THAAAAAAAT amazing, why do you still depend on her?!?!?! You probably don't remember, huh? When you were young, my aunt was still new to America. She couldn't ride the subways alone. So even in the middle of winter, while it was freezing to death outside, she walked ELEVEN blocks with you in tow twice every day to pick you up and drop you off at school! In the past, you've woken her up at FIVE in the morning JUST because you wanted to drink tea! AND SHE DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKED. That woman was the one who carried you for nine months! That woman was the one who put up with you for nineteen years! YOU DARE TO DISRESPECT HER LIKE THAT?! The only reason--THE ONLY REASON--we're letting you crash at our house for this week is because your mother called and BEGGED my mother to let you stay and keep you happy. THAT IS THE ONLY REASON. It hurts to see that she's STILL only thinking of you. How could you ever do something like that to her? I'd like everyone to know how much of a JERK you are! HEY WORLD! HEY UNIVERSE!! HEY DCW!!! EVERYONE! T------ I---- IS A GRADE A JERK WHO ONLY THINKS ABOUT HIMSELF!!! HE'S PLAIN OUT SCUM. Signed, Your Cousin

Dear Anons, My heart grew too big for its cages. Just like I knew it would. With my wannabe over-achieving goals and bursting-at-the-seams ego, it was only a matter of time before I slipped up and said something I wasn't supposed to. Something I wasn't allowed to. "You weren't a part of the deal." Maybe I should have taken the hint downstairs. I was never supposed to go in the first place. I'd always been the odd one out. The third wheel. The brunette of the blondes. The pink heels with no ruffles on the wedding dress. I'm not poor. I'm not rich either, but my family isn't starving to death. Please, don't degrade me like that, I can see it in your eyes. I'm able to afford everything I need. And yet, why am I not ashamed to ask? No, that's not the point here. The point is that you looked down on me. You think people can't donate using credit cards? I don't need it. I need peace of mind. I need good grades. I need a loving family. I don't need money to be happy. I'm not the kind of person you can look down on. Please stop flaunting it. Please. "What should I get for my birthday? Well, I already got a car. I want to get either a diamond ring or a new laptop. I could just get both. Maybe I should get the iPod 5, too? Oh, no I already have the iPod 4, I'll just wait until the iPod 7." Haha, funny. "How about this [ridiculously simple] $600 dress [that my mom can probably sew up at home for me for free]?" It's aggravating. You're obviously saying all this just to show off how much money you have. And then you have the nerve to turn around and say something like the "less fortunate people around me"? Wow. Just wow. Of course I deserved that "I dunno" you gave me. As long as I can change the subject, I'm fine. Why do I even try? I saw those people smiling and felt a tingle go through me. And that's when I knew that they were all treating me like I was an outsider looking in. I've been through my phase before, and it was during a sensitive time too. And the one person who helped me through it the most disappeared. So right after I finally reached my goal, I'd tried to thank them and they were gone. And I haven't seen them in so long. And now I'm feeling like a jerk because I'm treating someone so wonderful as a crutch to lean on whenever society rejects me. I'm sorry to everyone. I'm scared. And I don't wanna come over. Spare me. All of these lies are only waiting to be discovered. Funny isn't it? How much more evil can I get since I'm no longer on the first page? For a person such as that. For someone I haven't seen in months, dare I say truly seen in years. It''s cruel, isn't it? Signed, Sakila

My wish right above this one was granted too!! Health exam was surprisingly simple~!