Text Reborn for You (KH13 Talent Contest Writing Submission)

[Saber Lily 1,543]

Warning: This story contains mature themes as well as blatant sexual jokes made by the protagonist in a courtroom setting for the explicit purpose of pissing people off. If this offends you, then don't read.

 

Music Notes: All music has a natural stopping point. Music ends either at when another video shows up, or when a scene comes to a close. I will have a emblem at the endpoint of each song, just in case. This should only be an issue with the middle video; the only video that should, or really can, be played through is the ending video, as it's like. For the credits.

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceMoqOIH3B0&feature=share&list=PL6EC5027417FC0AC9

Reborn for You

 

Sora finished wiping down the table, and stowed the towel away on the loop of her uniform. The grey-haired girl took out her cell phone and pressed the power button. The smartphone's screen lit up, revealing a picture of Sora herself and a dirty-blonde hair woman. The two were curled up on a blanket at the beach, both smiling. Sora herself was on the blonde's lap, the woman hugging her close.

Seraphim was the woman's name, and she was Sora's girlfriend. Well, to be fair, it would be better to say Sora was Seraphim's girlfriend. The woman was twenty two and worked as an IT for some company, and was always home. She rarely left, and currently was waiting at home for her girlfriend to return from the maid cafe where she worked. The TV was blaring a news story about the indipendant Hacker known as Austen had hacked into another corporation, revealing under the table deals, police bribes to look away, and extortion and blackmail. As the corporation crumbled to ruin before the eyes of the world, Sora let out a ghost of a smile as the emblem of Austen appeared on screen. An emblem she knew all too well.

 

 

"Sora!"

The girl looked up from her phone. Skylar Valentine was looking her way, slipping her jacket on. "It's time to go honey. Let me walk you to your car."

Sora shook her head. "It's ok." She answered in her soft voice. "I'll be fine."

"I'm walking you to your car." She said firmly. "No argument."

"...Yes ma'am." Sora finished wiping down the next table and headed back. She picked up her purse and opened it, before extracting a Beretta 92FS with an extended 30 round clip and a laser sight on the front.

The quiet, shy maid girl expertly checked the sights, laser pointer, and the magazine before sliping it back into her purse. The Beretta used the common 9x<19mm parabellum round, more widely known as the 9mm. Yeah, she was packing major heat.

 

Stepping back out into the main room, the girl followed Skylar out, who locked the cafe behind her, then to her black Camaro. Tricked out with a neat spoiler, a larger hood scoop, and some racing trim on the bumpers, with some red skirts and all-terrain tires, the Camaro was Sora's most prized nonliving thing. She had poured a lot of money into it, and as she climbed in, the computerized surface flashed to life.

"Ya'know." Skylar leaned in. "I am so glad I gave you this car for your sixteenth."

Sora blushed. "You didn't have to..."

"I know. My parent's didn't think I should either, but you're the best maid I got. Now get on home and..." She frowned. "Be safe."

 

Sora watched as Skylar left. She knew what she wanted to say, but...

"I'll try."

Skylar kept her secret for her. And soon, Sora prayed the secret would die with tomorrow. Unfortunately, most secrets did not die with tomorrow. For Sora, a nightmare of both physical and emotional pain was always there as the sun rose, but no matter how dark it seemed...

She always could find that little light in the darkness.

 

The lights passed by, as did cars and trucks. She glanced at her dashboard, then at the window. She almost had enough to turn the window into smartglass, and have an awesome nav system installed. Months of saving most of her money..soon, oh so soon...

 

The Camaro pulled into the driveway next to Seraphim's Jeep Wrangler. It was mostly unassuming, with just the fog lights on the top and the brushguard. It was a simple olive drab, and was kinda out of place next to the Camaro.

Locking her car, Sora walked up the path and into the house, throwing her keys in the bowl on the hall table before locking the deadbolt. Sora took off her headdress, setting it down beside the bowl.

"You're late."

Sora looked up. Seraphim was in the hallway before her, arms crossed. And she was mildly unhappy.

"I got caught by traffic."

"I give you fifteen minutes of grace. you're nearly twenty five minutes late. Where did the ten minutes go?"

"I don't know Sera."

"You do." She moved her arms, and a belt fell lose. Sora shrunk back. "I'm sorry!"

Seraphim moved forward grabbing her arm. "You will be sorry."

 

Sora was on the floor in their bedroom, her body brusied. She whimpered, looking up. Sera had left, but now was above her again. She knelt down and began applying ice to the worst of the bruises, as well as bandaging a few cuts here and there. She was extremely gentle, and soon a few drops of water hit Sora's cheek.

No. Not water. Tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." the blonde repeated. "I didn't mean...I..." Seraphim looked at her hands, shaking. This was the worst one yet, and both of them knew it.

Sora didn't move for a few moments, then carefully sat up. Her fingers gently touched Seraphim's lips.

"Shh...I know."

 

Seraphim was diagnosed with Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED) and her disproportional anger and rage was a norm for Sora. Living with an abusive girlfriend was hard, but she loved Seraphim with all her heart. IED wasn't just a problem; it was the biggest challenge the two had to face, and it was a challenge that the two had to face.

And tonight was the worst yet. Seraphim was an utter wreck, and she was doing everything she could to help alleviate the pain. She applied ice, gave Sora painkillers, bandaged her, picked her up and tucked her into bed, and then brought her dinner.

Seraphim was an ok cook, and Sora rarely didn't eat some of Seraphim's cooking, and she always asked for seconds.

Which didn't change, as fifteen minutes later, Sora was given another plate.

"Sora...I'm..." Sera was sitting at the foot of the bed, eyes red from crying. "I didn't know what was going on. I had problems with this person, I heard the door...Oh god your face." She ran out, nearly falling and splitting her head on a table. Sora had to smile.

That was the Sera she had fallen in love with, and who now came with some ice. She slid in beside Sora and pressed it to her face.

"Oh Sora...I...I..." She looked away. "I'm going to ask Doctor Gates to give me medication. The therapy isn't working, and I can't do this to you ever again...I...babe...it breaks my heart every time I realize what I've done...and..." She started crying again, resting her head on Sora's shoulder. "I don't deserve your forgiveness."

 

It was early morning when Seraphim woke up. Sora had pulled her in and snuggled her close, despite her injuries. That was the kind-hearted girl that had stolen her heart, and who had given Sera more then just love. She gave her something to always wake up for. A reason to try and combat her IED.

As Seraphim sat up, she kissed Sora softly and slid out of bed. She had barely stretched before someone knocked on the door. Frowning, the girl walked down the hall and into the entryway, then pulled the door open. A police officer was standing there, and looked at her as it opened. "Yes?"

"Seraphim Walker?"

"Yes..."

"I'm here to search the premesis for signs of abuse and other illegal activities."

"I'll need to see your identification and your warrant."

The man of course showed her it all. Unable to refuse, Seraphim stepped back. She was sunk.

 

The man of course was quick, and as he stepped into the master bedroom finally, he looked at Sora, who was sitting up. She yelped and dived under the covers, but cried out as she moved wrong. The man moved over. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yes."

"You don't sound ok."

Sora peeked out, then saw the badge. She carefully pulled herself up, her face and side clear. Mottled purple and tinged with yellow, she looked horrible. The officer looked concerned. "What happened?" He turned to Seraphim. "When did this happen?"

Seraphim was silent...then looked at Sora. "Go ahead babe...just...tell him the truth."

 

The grey-haired girl sniffed, then looked at the officer. "Seraphim has Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Last night it went off badly and I was just there. She didn't mean it and I refuse to press charges."

"Well. I'm sorry, but that's not your choice." He removed handcuffs from his belt. "Yesterday morning a Mister Kinichi Takagi has informed us that he is pressing charges for assault and statutory rape on his daughter, a Sora Takagi. Or, you."

 

Sora looked shocked. Seraphim...she...just looked defeated. She couldn't fight the parents.

"They threw me out." Sora's face set. "They threw me out four months ago for coming out as gay. They didn't even let me pack my things. So...So...I want to press charges for abandonment and child endangerment!"

 

Seraphim actually fell to her knees, laughing. Beaten, bruised, currently under the threat of being taken away from her girlfriend and her home only to be put back in a place se was unwanted, Sora had only been shocked for a minute. Now she glared at the officer, who, under the circumstances, actually pulled back a bit. A beaten, bruised girl being abused in more ways then one, defending her apparent captor and actually standing up to the police officer. "Uh. Right." He looked at Seraphim. "I...I'll inform my superiors and uh -"

"I will have my lawyer contact the department. Please set a court date." Seraphim stood, actually smiling. "Would you like some coffee?"

 

The Officer, a one Kendall Jackson (who hated his dad for being an alcoholic before marriage and drunk when he got to the hospital) had never faced such a sight. "You're exhibiting Stockhold Syndrome Sora -"

"I am exhibiting nothing of the sort. Now please leave our home before I contact your superiors. And I would be careful; I happen to be best friends with Captain Rose."

Jackson sighed. This girl had him beat. "I'm doing my job ma'am."

""I'm doing mine." Seraphim went between the cop and Sora. "Now either accept or refuse my offer of coffee and please leave. You can see us in court."

"Uh. I...I got some coffee in the car. Have a pleasant day." The man couldn't get out of there fast enough. He had barely been on the force for three months, and his first major case, where he was suppose to be rescuing a young teen being abused and raped...and he was the one running with his tail between his legs.

What the hell?

 

 

It was four days later that Sora and Sera ended up in the courtroom. Seraphim's guardian, Pastor Ian McNamara's wife Helena, was her lawyer. The church lawyer actually. Helena ran a law practice in town and took a few cases pro bono for those really in need, of which most were from her church. This one was the first case where she had to help her ward out, and she silently prayed that it would be her last.

Seraphim was her ward, and took the case even after a long talk. That kinda went...

 

"Do you beat her?"

"Yes, due to IED."

"Do you two have sex?"

"Yes."

"...consensual?"

"I'd never touch her otherwise."

"So you pretty much they have you dead to rights on every single charge?"

"Yep."

 

It was days like these that Helena wished she was a stay-at-home mom and that Seraphim hadn't been a stripper before Helena had picked her off the streets. At least the two were dressed nicley; Sora was in her favorite grey minidress, one of the longer iterations of the type that nearly reached her knees. Her hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, held back with a hairclip that sported the Crown insiginia from Kingdom Hearts. Seraphim was in pants and a nice blouse, and decided to become the sunrise itself with a warm sunrise orange and gold color scheme.

Helena had facepalmed at her ward's dress, but couldn't miss the fact they were holding hands. "Ok Sora, please tell me you left the gun in the car."

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright. let's go."

 

The court room doors opened, and the trio walked in. Four well-dress men in outfits were there, waiting. Sora's parents also were there, but Sora paid them no mind.

Instead, her eyes found three girls up front. She smiled.

"Kairi. Namine. Xion."

Kari, Nina, and Xena stood and hugged Sora. The three were jokingly called the Kingdom Triplets, and each were maids at Ame-Chan's Cafe with Sora. Beside them was Skylar, who obviously drove them here in the Cafe's SUV.

With her cheering section ready, Helena and the couple sat at the defendent table. A guard came up though.

"Excuse me, but this lady is a witness for the plainiff."

"She is also a defendent."

The man forwned, but the Judge came in. All stood, and he sat.

"Honorable judge Heinrich Klink presiding."

"Sit." He said, also sitting. He then looked out. "The Takagi Family and the corporate Entity known as Takagi Holdings versus Seraphim Walker, charges of assault and battery as well as statutory rape. What does the defense plea?"

"Your honor, the defendent, Seraphim Walker, admits to such acts but pleads not guilty."

"Objection! How does that even work your honor?"

"I'd like to hear that, actually." he looked at Helena. "Please, explain."

"Thank you." She stood. "Seraphim Walker is afflicted with Intermittent Explosive Disorder and has been in therapy for it. She also has documented in her planner, as well as called her therpist, who confirmed, along with her doctor, her desire to get medication to keep this under control following the altercation that resulted in Sora Takagi's injuries last night. Due to mental state, we ask the assault charges be dropped as she is combating the problem as best as she possibly can."

Klink sighed. "And the rape charges?"

"Everything was consensual and not forced. Sora is not being held against her will, nor has any sexual favors been demanded for her continual stay at the Walker residance."

"That skirts the issue."

 

 

"It has been consensual and the only people who are attempting to press charges are the parents, who..." She took out a piece of paper from her folder. "On the night of March Fifth, four month ago, evicted Sora from her home for being gay." The parents stood, but Helena raised her voice. "Not only was this child abandonment, but this was child endangerment. Sora was half naked and fresh from a shower. She had no car keys, no purse, and no phone. She walked ten miles in the middle of the night to Seraphim's house, and nearly suffered from hypothermia. She could have been kidnapped, raped, and or murdered." She looked at the parents. "These...monsters do not deserve to attempt to take ownership your honor, and I wish to move to file these charges, and demand not only compensation, but jail time."

 

That sent the courtroom into a massive uproar, until the gavel began dropping. "Order!" He called. "Plaintiff, call your witness."

"We call Sora Takagi to the stand."

 

The grey-haired girl stood and walked up. Taking her seat, she spoke the oath and looked at the man.

"Has Seraphim ever asked for sex?"

"Yes."

"Has it ever hurt you?"

"Only when we want it to."

 

The man, and her parents, looked scandalized. The Kingdom Triplets and Skylar started giggling, and the Judge actually facepalmed. "Will the defendant please not speak of her sex life?"

"If the plaintiff doesn't ask, they won't be told." She replied calmly. "If the plaintiff were actual parents and not shadows of what could be, I would be more respectful." She clenched her hands.

"Objection, witness is going off."

"Sustained. Refrain from going off like that." Sora nodded, not speaking. Her ugly bruise glared at the man, who didn't even blink.

"Did she ever hit you?" The second man demanded, standing.

"She has Intermittent Explosive Disorder. She can't help it."

"That wasn't the question."

"She only hit me when I asked for it. Maybe you should try S and M."

The Judge scowled. "Miss Takagi, refrain from doing that."

"Yes, your honor."

The man left her alone. "I would like to turn the court's attention to Exhibit A, Sora Takagi's face as checked over by a doctor earlier today." Her bruises, all of them, plus the cuts, were apparent. "This was done with a belt recovered from the Walker Residence. From other marks and bruises we surmise that while Sora was on the floor, Seraphim proceeded to kick her an undetermined number of times." He pressed the remote. "Exhibit B is application, as well as all documentation of hiring of Seraphim Walker at the Cherry Babies Night Club, a well known gentleman's club. She not only was a stripper-"

"Objection! What does her past as a stripper have to do with anything?"

"I'd like to know, Plaintiff."

The man was taken back. "Uh-uh, well...it..."

"Objection sustained. Next exhibit, if you will."

He looked outraged, but moved on. "Seraphim Walker somehow managed to get a hold of a firearm license and has, to her name, two assault rifle, two pistols, and we have found that she has given Sora Takagi a gun -"

"Objection, there was a special ruling in Sora's case. Here Judge Robert Bartowski passed a special order giving unique status to Sora Takagi on April Sixth. The pretense and the facts are, she is a survivor of no less then four documented rape attempts and ten sexual harassment incidents. The judge passed she needed the protection."

The man was red in the face, and the parents...well, they were gonna blow a gasket. "Exhibit D, here, is the entire sex t-"

"Do not press that button." The judge said. "We do not need to see it, we'll take your word for it."

"...the plaintiff rests, your honor."

 

Helena now stood as the other lawyers sat down, faces red with rage. Helena rested her hands on the stand.

"Hey sweetie." She smiled. "Do you love Seraphim?"

"With all my heart."

"Has she always regretted and done her best to rectify herself, whenever the IED went off?"

"She never paused."

"And whenever you both consensually had sex -"

"It's our best way of showing our love, outside of public words and our actions. If my old guardians had any sense of love, they would see how I look at her."

"Objection!"

"Denied." The Judge said. "I don't need to hear another word, mostly because sex just keeps popping up. Yes I understand this is a statutory rape case, but seeing the documentation, the witness's testimony, as well as signed affadavits from Kari, Nina, and Xena Rose and Skylar Valentine stating that they have seen the affects of child neglect as well as this child endangerment charge's product, I have to deny the plaintiff the legal right to press charges, as they gave up the right to make decisions for their daughter the moment they, and I quote, 'locked the car door and made her walk; if I had not been driving by and noticed her purse by the alley, Sora would have been raped and possibly murdered.'" He set the paper down. "Another states that Sora came to work with chaffed wrists, not the kind as a result of sexual play. Rope was recovered from Sora's last residence by Seraphim Walker after Sora retrieved her things the following week. And this one." He actually looked angry. "This affidavit is of a one Benjamin McDouglas, who put on record that he saw the parents throw her out and call her a whore, a fruitcake, and that she could walk to her pimp's home and if anything happened to her, she deserved it." He set the paperwork down. "The man would have helped her in at any time, but he claims, and his wife backs him up, that Mister Takagi was waving a large knife and felt threatened. He is being fined for not calling the cops, but you sir..." he paused. "My ruling is that the plaintiff will pay all compensation, and be sentenced to community service, not jail time, for sixty hours each. You also will be fined one thousand dollars for each mile Sora had to walk that night. And I will be putting through a restraining order. You will never be able to get near her again, not a step closer then two hundred yards." He was pissed now. "Do you people have no shame? This is a young girl who hasn't even graduated from high school. Actually, she dropped out to help pay the bills. And now she might never have the education needed for a good job." he banged the gavel. "Court ajourned. Let this be a lesson to you all. Love is more important then discipline or beliefs." With that, he stood. "Enjoy your life, Sora. Your love for Seraphim is what will heal her of her disorder. May God be with you."

 

Outside, Sora and Seraphim were glomped. "That went so fast!" The Kingdom Triplets said.

"I can't believe we won." Helena said. "I've never seen a judge get so angry. When he looked at Mister McDougal's affadavit, he nearly blew a gasket."

"It doesn't matter." Seraphim said. "We won, and I'm going to go to Doctor Gates today and get the medication."

Sora hugged the blonde. "I know."

"Sora."

 

Her mother was there. "Please honey. Come home. We were wrong..."

"If you were wrong." Sora said softly. "Then you wouldn't have tried to take away what little I have left." she ended coldly. "Now, if you excuse me...I have a date with my girlfriend, and all my friends are invited." She took Sera's hand, then took Xena's. "Goodbye mom."

 

As they walked away, they didn't hear her say "Please, oh please...don't go!"

 

Back home finally, it was a massive slumber party. Sora and Seraphim ordered pizza, inviting the Kingdom Triplets over. Skylar and her sister, Riley, also came over, bringing ice cream.

It was a festive occasion, the win at court and success of keeping Sora and Seraphim in thier home sending them into high spirits.

Sera with her new medication, Sora's bruises healing, and their friends with them, it was all picturesque.

 

Then a window broke, and gas was shot out from a canister that rolled across the floor towards them.

"Upstairs!" Seraphim cried. She was already moving, and soon had the small handgun she had in the kitchen drawer. Firing out, Sora hurried the others upstairs. "Sera!"

The pair were barely around the corner when the door was broken open. Sera had already opened the master bedroom closet. "Sora!"

Sora turned to catch te Taurus CT9 that was thrown to her. The AR-15 was in Seraphim's hands.

"Well, good thing we're in Texas." She remarked.

"It's a mystery how the hell you got your permits."

"Easy. I got high."

 

Now, you see, there is a natural choke point with a staircase and a turn. When there's no other way, you're honestly screwed.

And when people charge and, you know, act like idiots thinking the occupants are unarmed besides a single small handgun and unable to get to anything else, they run into some real firepower. Firepower that took down three of the intruders right quick.

 

Another grenade was thrown up, but kicked down.

"Now!"

With them currently having the upper hand, the two came down guns blazing. As they picked off the oncoming enemies, the mercenaries had to fall back. The oncoming assault, coupled by poor visibility and lack of intel on the building and furniture locations, caused them to have to start a tactical retreat. Out of the nine men that had arrived, five laid on the ground, with four dead and one badly wounded in the side.

 

As the sirens approached, the girls clicked the safeties on and set the guns on a table. They slid down back to back, both panting from fear and adrenaline.

"Three guesses who." Sera snarled.

"On your knees!" A voice shouted. "Hands where I can see them!"

Sora and Sera did as told. The handcuffs were clicked into place and they were roughly pushed down, causing Sora to yelp in pain.

"You idiots, she's hurt! Be careful with her!" Sera shouted.

"Quiet!" He paused. "Alright, search them for ID."

A female officer searched them. "Nothing sir."

"Check for ID in the home. The others showed their ID."

"Here sir, in two purses. They are the occupants."

"Uncuff them."

 

Uncuffed and helped up, as well as apologized to, Sora and Seraphim were helped down and given water. It was protocol, and as there were weapons on the table beside them, the SWAT team opted for caution.

"What happened."

The two took turns saying what happened. Stories confirmed from the rest, the cops started taking up rounds.

"Do you have any idea who would do this?"

"Her parents just lost a court case against us."

"Her...parents?"

"Yeah. They abused, neglected, and endangered her very life on multiple occasions."

The detective wrote notes down, then looked to Sora. "Those bruises. They assaulted you?"

"No. These are prior injuries due to an altercation five days ago."

"What happened?"

"Seraphim has IED and beat me. The entire thing was settled in court yesterday."

"We'll be checking that. Anything else?"

"There were nine, judging by the position of the bodies and the fact a few bullets are missing. Uh...That's about it."

The police just looked at them. They looked at the house, the guns, and then outside, where the cars were.

"We'll be in touch. Do you have another place to stay?"

"With us." Kari said. "They can sleep over at us."

 

Relocated to the Rose residance and tucked away in a guest room, guns all reloaded and set near the bed, the two girls fell into a deep sleep...until they both woke up in the morning to the smell of pancakes.

And boy did they haul ass downstairs.

 

Mrs. Rose was flipping the flapjacks over when the two trooped in. Dressed in their nightgowns, Sora plopped onto Sera's lap. It saved space at least, and no one was going to deny the two the right to be that intimate after a horrible night. And, as pancakes were drenched in maple syrup and chocolate milk and orange juice was set out, a quiet breakfast was started.

 

Four hours later, Sora Takagi knocked on the door of her old home. Her mother answered, and was shocked. "S...Sora?"

"Yes mother. I've come to talk to both of you."

 

Seated in the living room, her on the couch and her parents in the chairs on the other side, Sora Takagi dropped her calm demeanor.

"You are despicable. You both are insults to the long-lived name Takagi."

"I will not be insulte -"

"You will be!" Sora shouted. "You sent mercenaries to murder my girlfriend, possibly me and my other friends. You have thrown me out for being 'unworthy' of the title of heir, and you are idiots." She stood. "You will leave us alone. Forever."

"I will not. I will never stop coming after you." Her father stood. "I will send more mercenaries. Assassins. If you will not return, precious daughter, you will die."

"You never knew, but Seraphim? She's not just an IT. The hacker who took out Madacorp? Who led the police to the terror cell, who ripped apart every single shell corporation who you have attempted to create?" She actually smirked. "Seraphim Walker. Or, Austen. The Maid who cleans up the messes left by the greedy and selfish. And now, father, mother. You both are going to jail." She lifted her shirt. Snaking around her bruises was a wire. "You two should have know that..." She turned to leave. "...I am not just a heir. I am Sora Walker, and I'm leaving your world of hatred and arrogance to ruin. This is my life, and you will become nothing but a footnote to me."

 

 

As the police entered, Sora's mother cried out for her. But Sora didn't hear. She just left the house, heading for the olive-green Jeep Wrangler with the roof foglights idling at the curb, brush guard recently polished, and a golden-haired hacker sitting in the driver's seat, a bag of medication on the dashboard.

As Sora slid in, Sera looked concerned. "You ok?"

"I am now." She said. "This your medication?"

"Yeah. I'll be starting the regiment once we get home."

Sora picked up the medication...then threw it out the window. "You don't need medication or therapy. All you need is faith, trust...And a bit of love."

"And here I was thinking you'd say pixie dust."

"That can be arranged." was all Sora said as the Wrangler pulled away from the house as the camera crews rolled in.

 

Credits:

Producer: Oathkeeper136

Executive Producer: Javelin434 (despite him not knowing)

Writer: Oathkeeper136

Director: Oathkeeper136

Assistant Director: WolfOfDarkness (despite not knowing)

Featuring the Music of...Anime. From the Greatest Battle Music of all Times Playlist of MrEpicOSTs and the Top Emotional OSTs of All Time playlist from EpicMu5ic. Also featuring the smash hit Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru.

 

The crew thanks Ame-Chan's Cafe for sponsoring, as well as it's catering. And Maids. Some of which wore cat ear headbands. Which made our day.

Copyright of Oathkeeper136.

 

Thank you for reading!

 

 

 

EDITS:

This story was given minor edits as of 11:58 PM CST on January 27th to correct a few mistakes as well as fix some discrepencies with naming.

Edit list:

Eichardson replaced with Rose.

Jameson replaced with Rose.

Removed / mark that randomly appeared.

Changed word "conditions" to "occasions" because wrong word. Weird brain...

 

That should be all.

-Oath

Edited January 28, 2014 by Oathkeeper136

[Ruby Rose 8,591]

Warning: This story contains mature themes as well as blatant sexual jokes made by the protagonist in a courtroom setting for the explicit purpose of pissing people off. If this offends you, then don't read.

 

Music Notes: All music has a natural stopping point. Music ends either at when another video shows up, or when a scene comes to a close. I will have a emblem at the endpoint of each song, just in case. This should only be an issue with the middle video; the only video that should, or really can, be played through is the ending video, as it's like. For the credits.

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceMoqOIH3B0&feature=share&list=PL6EC5027417FC0AC9

 

Reborn for You

Sora finished wiping down the table, and stowed the towel away on the loop of her uniform. The grey-haired girl took out her cell phone and pressed the power button. The smartphone's screen lit up, revealing a picture of Sora herself and a dirty-blonde hair woman. The two were curled up on a blanket at the beach, both smiling. Sora herself was on the blonde's lap, the woman hugging her close.

Seraphim was the woman's name, and she was Sora's girlfriend. Well, to be fair, it would be better to say Sora was Seraphim's girlfriend. The woman was twenty two and worked as an IT for some company, and was always home. She rarely left, and currently was waiting at home for her girlfriend to return from the maid cafe where she worked. The TV was blaring a news story about the indipendant Hacker known as Austen had hacked into another corporation, revealing under the table deals, police bribes to look away, and extortion and blackmail. As the corporation crumbled to ruin before the eyes of the world, Sora let out a ghost of a smile as the emblem of Austen appeared on screen. An emblem she knew all too well.

"Sora!"

The girl looked up from her phone. Skylar Valentine was looking her way, slipping her jacket on. "It's time to go honey. Let me walk you to your car."

Sora shook her head. "It's ok." She answered in her soft voice. "I'll be fine."

"I'm walking you to your car." She said firmly. "No argument."

"...Yes ma'am." Sora finished wiping down the next table and headed back. She picked up her purse and opened it, before extracting a Beretta 92FS with an extended 30  round clip and a laser sight on the front. 

The quiet, shy maid girl expertly checked the sights, laser pointer, and the magazine before sliping it back into her purse. The Beretta used the common 9x<19mm parabellum round, more widely  known as the 9mm. Yeah, she was packing major heat.

Stepping back out into the main room, the girl followed Skylar out, who locked the cafe behind her, then to her black Camaro. Tricked out with a neat spoiler, a larger hood scoop, and some racing trim on the bumpers, with some red skirts and all-terrain tires, the Camaro was Sora's most prized nonliving thing. She had poured a lot of money into it, and as she climbed in, the computerized surface flashed to life.

"Ya'know." Skylar leaned in. "I am so glad I gave you this car for your sixteenth."

Sora blushed. "You didn't have to..."

"I know. My parent's didn't think I should either, but you're the best maid I got. Now get on home and..." She frowned. "Be safe."

Sora watched as Skylar left. She knew what she wanted to say, but...

"I'll try."

Skylar kept her secret for her. And soon, Sora prayed the secret would die with tomorrow. Unfortunately, most secrets did not die with tomorrow. For Sora, a nightmare of both physical and emotional pain was always there as the sun rose, but no matter how dark it seemed...

She always could find that little light in the darkness.

 

The lights passed by, as did cars and trucks. She glanced at her dashboard, then at the window. She almost had enough to turn the window into smartglass, and have an awesome nav system installed. Months of saving most of her money..soon, oh so soon...

The Camaro pulled into the driveway next to Seraphim's Jeep Wrangler. It was mostly unassuming, with just the fog lights on the top and the brushguard. It was a simple olive drab, and was kinda out of place next to the Camaro.

Locking her car, Sora walked up the path and into the house, throwing her keys in the bowl on the hall table before locking the deadbolt. Sora took off her headdress, setting it down beside the bowl.

"You're late."

Sora looked up. Seraphim was in the hallway before her, arms crossed. And she was mildly unhappy.

"I got caught by traffic."

"I give you fifteen minutes of grace. you're nearly twenty five minutes late. Where did the ten minutes go?"

"I don't know Sera."

"You do." She moved her arms, and a belt fell lose. Sora shrunk back. "I'm sorry!"

Seraphim moved forward grabbing her arm. "You will be sorry."

 

 

Sora was on the floor in their bedroom, her body brusied. She whimpered, looking up. Sera had left, but now was above her again. She knelt down and began applying ice to the worst of the bruises, as well as bandaging a few cuts here and there. She was extremely gentle, and soon a few drops of water hit Sora's cheek.

No. Not water. Tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." the blonde repeated. "I didn't mean...I..." Seraphim looked at her hands, shaking. This was the worst one yet, and both of them knew it.

Sora didn't move for a few moments, then carefully sat up. Her fingers gently touched Seraphim's lips.

"Shh...I know."

Seraphim was diagnosed with Intermitten Explosive Disorder (IED) and her disproportional anger and rage was a norm for Sora. Living with an abusive girlfriend was hard, but she loved Seraphim with all her heart. IED wasn't just a problem; it was the biggest challenge the two had to face, and it was a challenge that the two had to face.

And tonight was the worst yet. Seraphim was an utter wreck, and she was doing everything she could to help alleviate the pain. She applied ice, gave Sora painkillers, bandaged her, picked her up and tucked her into bed, and then brought her dinner.

Seraphim was an ok cook, and Sora rarely didn't eat some of Seraphim's cooking, and she always asked for seconds.

Which didn't change, as fifteen minutes later, Sora was given another plate.

"Sora...I'm..." Sera was sitting at the foot of the bed, eyes red from crying. "I didn't know what was going on. I had problems with this person, I heard the door...Oh god your face." She ran out, nearly falling and splitting her head on a table. Sora had to smile.

That was the Sera she had fallen in love with, and who now came with some ice. She slid in beside Sora and pressed it to her face.

"Oh Sora...I...I..." She looked away. "I'm going to ask Doctor Gates to give me medication. The therapy isn't working, and I can't do this to you ever again...I...babe...it breaks my heart every time I realize what I've done...and..." She started crying again, resting her head on Sora's shoulder. "I don't deserve your forgiveness."

It was early morning when Seraphim woke up. Sora had pulled her in and snuggled her close, despite her injuries. That was the kind-hearted girl that had stolen her heart, and who had given Sera more then just love. She gave her something to always wake up for. A reason to try and combat her IED.

As Seraphim sat up, she kissed Sora softly and slid out of bed. She had barely stretched before someone knocked on the door. Frowning, the girl walked down the hall and into the entryway, then pulled the door open. A police officer was standing there, and looked at her as it opened. "Yes?"

"Seraphim Walker?"

"Yes..."

"I'm here to search the premesis for signs of abuse and other illegal activities."

"I'll need to see your identification and your warrant."

The man of course showed her it all. Unable to refuse, Seraphim stepped back. She was sunk.

The man of course was quick, and as he stepped into the master bedroom finally, he looked at Sora, who was sitting up. She yelped and dived under the covers, but cried out as she moved wrong. The man moved over. "Are you ok?"

"Y-yes."

"You don't sound ok."

Sora peeked out, then saw the badge. She carefully pulled herself up, her face and side clear. Mottled purple and tinged with yellow, she looked horrible. Kendall looked concerned. "What happened?" He turned to Seraphim. "When did this happen?"

Seraphim was silent...then looked at Sora. "Go ahead babe...just...tell him the truth."

The grey-haired girl sniffed, then looked at the officer. "Seraphim has Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Last night it went off badly and I was just there. She didn't mean it and I refuse to press charges."

"Well. I'm sorry, but that's not your choice." He removed handcuffs from his belt. "Yesterday morning a Mister Kinichi Takagi has informed us that he is pressing charges for assault and statutory rape on his daughter, a Sora Takagi. Or, you."

Sora looked shocked. Seraphim...she...just looked defeated. She couldn't fight the parents.

"They threw me out." Sora's face set. "They threw me out four months ago for coming out as gay. They didn't even let me pack my things. So...So...I want to press charges for abandonment and child endangerment!"

Seraphim actually fell to her knees, laughing. Beaten, bruised, currently under the threat of being taken away from her girlfriend and her home only to be put back in a place se was unwanted, Sora had only been shocked for a minute. Now she glared at the officer, who, under the circumstances, actually pulled back a bit. A beaten, bruised girl being abused in more ways then one, defending her apparent captor and actually standing up to the police officer. "Uh. Right." He looked at Seraphim. "I...I'll inform my superiors and uh -"

"I will have my lawyer contact the department. Please set a court date." Seraphim stood, actually smiling. "Would you like some coffee?"

The Officer, a one Kendall Jackson (who hated his dad for being an alcoholic before marriage and drunk when he got to the hospital) had never faced such a sight. "You're exhibiting Stockhold Syndrome Sora -"

"I am exhibiting nothing of the sort./ Now please leave our home before I contact your superiors. And I would be careful; I happen to be best friends with Captain Richardson."

Jackson sighed. This girl had him beat. "I'm doing my job ma'am."

""I'm doing mine." Seraphim went between the cop and Sora. "Now either accept or refuse my offer of coffee and please leave. You can see us in court."

"Uh. I...I got some coffee in the car. Have a pleasant day." The man couldn't get out of there fast enough. He had barely been on the force for three months, and his first major case, where he was suppose to be rescuing a young teen being abused and raped...and he was the one running with his tail between his legs.

What the hell?

It was four days later that Sora and Sera ended up in the courtroom. Seraphim's guardian, Pastor Ian McNamara's wife Helena, was her lawyer. The church lawyer actually. Helena ran a law practice in town and took a few cases pro bono for those really in need, of which most were from her church. This one was the first case where she had to help her ward out, and she silently prayed that it would be her last.

Seraphim was her ward, and took the case even after a long talk. That kinda went...

"Do you beat her?"

"Yes, due to IED."

"Do you two have sex?"

"Yes."

"...consensual?"

"I'd never touch her otherwise."

"So you pretty much they have you dead to rights on every single charge?"

"Yep."

It was days like these that Helena wished she was a stay-at-home mom and that Seraphim hadn't been a stripper before Helena had picked her off the streets. At least the two were dressed nicley; Sora was in her favorite grey minidress, one of the longer iterations of the type that nearly reached her knees. Her hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, held back with a hairclip that sported the Crown insiginia from Kingdom Hearts. Seraphim was in pants and a nice blouse, and decided to become the sunrise itself with a warm sunrise orange and gold color scheme.

Helena had facepalmed at her ward's dress, but couldn't miss the fact they were holding hands. "Ok Sora, please tell me you left the gun in the car."

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright. let's go."

The court room doors opened, and the trio walked in. Four well-dress men in outfits were there, waiting. Sora's parents also were there, but Sora paid them no mind.

Instead, her eyes found three girls up front. She smiled.

"Kairi. Namine. Xion."

Kari, Nina, and Xena stood and hugged Sora. The three were jokingly called the Kingdom Triplets, and each were maids at Ame-Chan's Cafe with Sora. Beside them was Skylar, who obviously drove them here in the Cafe's SUV.

With her cheering section ready, Helena and the couple sat at the defendent table. A guard came up though.

"Excuse me, but this lady is a witness for the plainiff."

"She is also a defendent."

The man forwned, but the Judge came in. All stood, and he sat.

"Honorable judge Heinrich Klink presiding."

"Sit." He said, also sitting. He then looked out. "The Takagi Family and the corporate Entity known as Takagi Holdings versus Seraphim Walker, charges of assault and battery as well as statutory rape. What does the defense plea?"

"Your honor, the defendent, Seraphim Walker, admits to such acts but pleads not guilty."

"Objection! How does that even work your honor?"

"I'd like to hear that, actually." he looked at Helena. "Please, explain."

"Thank you." She stood. "Seraphim Walker is afflicted with Intermittent Explosive Disorder and has been in therapy for it. She also has documented in her planner, as well as called her therpist, who confirmed, along with her doctor, her desire to get medication to keep this under control following the altercation that resulted in Sora Takagi's injuries last night. Due to mental state, we ask the assault charges be dropped as she is combating the problem as best as she possibly can."

Klink sighed. "And the rape charges?"

"Everything was consensual and not forced. Sora is not being held against her will, nor has any sexual favors been demanded for her continual stay at the Walker residance."

"That skirts the issue."

"It has been consensual and the only people who are attempting to press charges are the parents, who..." She took out a piece of paper from her folder. "On the night of March Fifth, four month ago, evicted Sora from her home for being gay." The parents stood, but Helena raised her voice. "Not only was this child abandonment, but this was child endangerment. Sora was half naked and fresh from a shower. She had no car keys, no purse, and no phone. She walked ten miles in the middle of the night to Seraphim's house, and nearly suffered from hypothermia. She could have been kidnapped, raped, and or murdered." She looked at the parents. "These...monsters do not deserve to attempt to take ownership your honor, and I wish to move to file these charges, and demand not only compensation, but jail time."

That sent the courtroom into a massive uproar, until the gavel began dropping. "Order!" He called. "Plaintiff, call your witness."

"We call Sora Takagi to the stand."

The grey-haired girl stood and walked up. Taking her seat, she spoke the oath and looked at the man.

"Has Seraphim ever asked for sex?"

"Yes."

"Has it ever hurt you?"

"Only when we want it to."

The man, and her parents, looked scandalized. The Kingdom Triplets and Skylar started giggling, and the Judge actually facepalmed. "Will the defendant please not speak of her sex life?"

"If the plaintiff doesn't ask, they won't be told." She replied calmly. "If the plaintiff were actual parents and not shadows of what could be, I would be more respectful." She clenched her hands.

"Objection, witness is going off."

"Sustained. Refrain from going off like that." Sora nodded, not speaking. Her ugly bruise glared at the man, who didn't even blink.

"Did she ever hit you?" The second man demanded, standing.

"She has Intermittent Explosive Disorder. She can't help it."

"That wasn't the question."

"She only hit me when I asked for it. Maybe you should try S and M."

The Judge scowled. "Miss Takagi, refrain from doing that."

"Yes, your honor."

The man left her alone. "I would like to turn the court's attention to Exhibit A, Sora Takagi's face as checked over by a doctor earlier today." Her bruises, all of them, plus the cuts, were apparent. "This was done with a belt recovered from the Walker Residence. From other marks and bruises we surmise that while Sora was on the floor, Seraphim proceeded to kick her an undetermined number of times." He pressed the remote. "Exhibit B is application, as well as all documentation of hiring of Seraphim Walker at the Cherry Babies Night Club, a well known gentleman's club. She not only was a stripper-"

"Objection! What does her past as a stripper have to do with anything?"

"I'd like to know, Plaintiff."

The man was taken back. "Uh-uh, well...it..."

"Objection sustained. Next exhibit, if you will."

He looked outraged, but moved on. "Seraphim Walker somehow managed to get a hold of a firearm license and has, to her name, two assault rifle, two pistols, and we have found that she has given Sora Takagi a gun -"

"Objection, there was a special ruling in Sora's case. Here Judge Robert Bartowski passed a special order giving unique status to Sora Takagi on April Sixth. The pretense and the facts are, she is a survivor of no less then four documented rape attempts and ten sexual harassment incidents. The judge passed she needed the protection."

The man was red in the face, and the parents...well, they were gonna blow a gasket. "Exhibit D, here, is the entire sex t-"

"Do not press that button." The judge said. "We do not need to see it, we'll take your word for it."

"...the plaintiff rests, your honor."

Helena now stood as the other lawyers sat down, faces red with rage. Helena rested her hands on the stand.

"Hey sweetie." She smiled. "Do you love Seraphim?"

"With all my heart."

"Has she always regretted and done her best to rectify herself, whenever the IED went off?"

"She never paused."

"And whenever you both consensually had sex -"

"It's our best way of showing our love, outside of public words and our actions. If my old guardians had any sense of love, they would see how I look at her."

"Objection!"

"Denied." The Judge said. "I don't need to hear another word, mostly because sex just keeps popping up. Yes I understand this is a statutory rape case, but seeing the documentation, the witness's testimony, as well as signed affadavits from Kari, Nina, and Xena Jameson and Skylar Valentine stating that they have seen the affects of child neglect as well as this child endangerment charge's product, I have to deny the plaintiff the legal right to press charges, as they gave up the right to make decisions for their daughter the moment they, and I quote, 'locked the car door and made her walk; if I had not been driving by and noticed her purse by the alley, Sora would have been raped and possibly murdered.'" He set the paper down. "Another states that Sora came to work with chaffed wrists, not the kind as a result of sexual play. Rope was recovered from Sora's last residence by Seraphim Walker after Sora retrieved her things the following week. And this one." He actually looked angry. "This affidavit is of a one Benjamin McDouglas, who put on record that he saw the parents throw her out and call her a whore, a fruitcake, and that she could walk to her pimp's home and if anything happened to her, she deserved it." He set the paperwork down. "The man would have helped her in at any time, but he claims, and his wife backs him up, that Mister Takagi was waving a large knife and felt threatened. He is being fined for not calling the cops, but you sir..." he paused. "My ruling is that the plaintiff will pay all compensation, and be sentenced to community service, not jail time, for sixty hours each. You also will be fined one thousand dollars for each mile Sora had to walk that night. And I will be putting through a restraining order. You will never be able to get near her again, not a step closer then two hundred yards." He was pissed now. "Do you people have no shame? This is a young girl who hasn't even graduated from high school. Actually, she dropped out to help pay the bills. And now she might never have the education needed for a good job." he banged the gavel. "Court ajourned. Let this be a lesson to you all. Love is more important then discipline or beliefs." With that, he stood. "Enjoy your life, Sora. Your love for Seraphim is what will heal her of her disorder. May God be with you."

 

 

Outside, Sora and Seraphim were glomped. "That went so fast!" The Kingdom Triplets said.

"I can't believe we won." Helena said. "I've never seen a judge get so angry. When he looked at Mister McDougal's affadavit, he nearly blew a gasket."

"It doesn't matter." Seraphim said. "We won, and I'm going to go to Doctor Gates today and get the medication."

Sora hugged the blonde. "I know."

"Sora."

Her mother was there. "Please honey. Come home. We were wrong..."

"If you were wrong." Sora said softly. "Then you wouldn't have tried to take away what little I have left." she ended coldly. "Now, if you excuse me...I have a date with my girlfriend, and all my friends are invited." She took Sera's hand, then took Xena's. "Goodbye mom."

As they walked away, they didn't hear her say "Please, oh please...don't go!"

Back home finally, it was a massive slumber party. Sora and Seraphim ordered pizza, inviting the Kingdom Triplets over. Skylar and her sister, Riley, also came over, bringing ice cream.

It was a festive occasion, the win at court and success of keeping Sora and Seraphim in thier home sending them into high spirits.

Sera with her new medication, Sora's bruises healing, and their friends with them, it was all picturesque.

Then a window broke, and gas was shot out from a canister that rolled across the floor towards them.

"Upstairs!" Seraphim cried. She was already moving, and soon had the small handgun she had in the kitchen drawer. Firing out, Sora hurried the others upstairs. "Sera!"

The pair were barely around the corner when the door was broken open. Sera had already opened the master bedroom closet. "Sora!"

Sora turned to catch te Taurus CT9 that was thrown to her. The AR-15 was in Seraphim's hands.

"Well, good thing we're in Texas." She remarked.

"It's a mystery how the hell you got your permits."

"Easy. I got high."

Now, you see, there is a natural choke point with a staircase and a turn. When there's no other way, you're honestly screwed.

And when people charge and, you know, act like idiots thinking the occupants are unarmed besides a single small handgun and unable to get to anything else, they run into some real firepower. Firepower that took down three of the intruders right quick.

Another grenade was thrown up, but kicked down.

"Now!"

With them currently having the upper hand, the two came down guns blazing. As they picked off the oncoming enemies, the mercenaries had to fall back. The oncoming assault, coupled by poor visibility and lack of intel on the building and furniture locations, caused them to have to start a tactical retreat. Out of the nine men that had arrived, five laid on the ground, with four dead and one badly wounded in the side.

As the sirens approached, the girls clicked the safeties on and set the guns on a table. They slid down back to back, both panting from fear and adrenaline.

"Three guesses who." Sera snarled.

"On your knees!" A voice shouted. "Hands where I can see them!"

Sora and Sera did as told. The handcuffs were clicked into place and they were roughly pushed down, causing Sora to yelp in pain.

"You idiots, she's hurt! Be careful with her!" Sera shouted.

"Quiet!" He paused. "Alright, search them for ID."

A female officer searched them. "Nothing sir."

"Check for ID in the home. The others showed their ID."

"Here sir, in two purses. They are the occupants."

"Uncuff them."

Uncuffed and helped up, as well as apologized to, Sora and Seraphim were helped down and given water. It was protocol, and as there were weapons on the table beside them, the SWAT team opted for caution.

"What happened."

The two took turns saying what happened. Stories confirmed from the rest, the cops started taking up rounds.

"Do you have any idea who would do this?"

"Her parents just lost a court case against us."

"Her...parents?"

"Yeah. They abused, neglected, and endangered her very life on multiple conditions."

The detective wrote notes down, then looked to Sora. "Those bruises. They assaulted you?"

"No. These are prior injuries due to an altercation five days ago."

"What happened?"

"Seraphim had IED and beat me. The entire thing was settled in court yesterday."

"We'll be checking that. Anything else?"

"There were nine, judging by the position of the bodies and the fact a few bullets are missing. Uh...That's about it."

The police just looked at them. They looked at the house, the guns, and then outside, where the cars were.

"We'll be in touch. Do you have another place to stay?"

"With us." Kari said. "They can sleep over at us."

Relocated to the Richardson residance and tucked away in a guest room, guns all reloaded and set near the bed, the two girls fell into a deep sleep...until they both woke up in the morning to the smell of pancakes.

And boy did they haul ass downstairs.

Mrs. Richardson was flipping the flapjacks over when the two trooped in. Dressed in their nightgowns, Sora plopped onto Sera's lap. It saved space at least, and no one was going to deny the two the right to be that intimate after a horrible night. And, as pancakes were drenched in maple syrup and chocolate milk and orange juice was set out, a quiet breakfast was started.

Four hours later, Sora Takagi knocked on the door of her old home. Her mother answered, and was shocked. "S...Sora?"

"Yes mother. I've come to talk to both of you."

Seated in the living room, her on the couch and her parents in the chairs on the other side, Sora Takagi dropped her calm demeanor.

"You are despicable. You both are insults to the long-lived name Takagi."

"I will not be insulte -"

"You will be!" Sora shouted. "You sent mercenaries to murder my girlfriend, possibly me and my other friends. You have thrown me out for being 'unworthy' of the title of heir, and you are idiots." She stood. "You will leave us alone. Forever."

"I will not. I will never stop coming after you." Her father stood. "I will send more mercenaries. Assassins. If you will not return, precious daughter, you will die."

"You never knew, but Seraphim? She's not just an IT. The hacker who took out Madacorp? Who led the police to the terror cell, who ripped apart every single shell corporation who you have attempted to create?" She actually smirked. "Seraphim Walker. Or, Austen. The Maid who cleans up the messes left by the greedy and selfish. And now, father, mother. You both are going to jail." She lifted her shirt. Snaking around her bruises was a wire. "You two should have know that..." She turned to leave. "...I am not just a heir. I am Sora Walker, and I'm leaving your world of hatred and arrogance to ruin. This is my life, and you will become nothing but a footnote to me."

As the police entered, Sora's mother cried out for her. But Sora didn't hear. She just left the house, heading for the olive-green Jeep Wrangler with the roof foglights idling at the curb, brush guard recently polished, and a golden-haired hacker sitting in the driver's seat, a bag of medication on the dashboard.

As Sora slid in, Sera looked concerned. "You ok?"

"I am now." She said. "This your medication?"

"Yeah. I'll be starting the regiment once we get home."

Sora picked up the medication...then threw it out the window. "You don't need medication or therapy. All you need is faith, trust...And a bit of love."

"And here I was thinking you'd say pixie dust."

"That can be arranged." was all Sora said as the Wrangler pulled away from the house as the camera crews rolled in.

 

Credits:

Producer: Oathkeeper136

Executive Producer: Javelin434 (despite him not knowing)

Writer: Oathkeeper136

Director: Oathkeeper136

Assistant Director: WolfOfDarkness (despite not knowing)

Featuring the Music of...Anime. From the Greatest Battle Music of all Times Playlist of MrEpicOSTs and the Top Emotional OSTs of All Time playlist from EpicMu5ic. Also featuring the smash hit Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru.

 

The crew thanks Ame-Chan's Cafe for sponsoring, as well as it's catering. And Maids. Some of which wore cat ear headbands. Which made our day. 

Copyright of Oathkeeper136.

 

Thank you for reading!

 

Whoa o.o I really hope everything works out for them (of course that's up to you as you're the author)- no more IED episodes, love must prevail!

 

By the way I feel you're a shoe-in for winning the talent contest, amazing job! ^~^

[Saber Lily 1,543]

Whoa o.o I really hope everything works out for them (of course that's up to you as you're the author)- no more IED episodes, love must prevail! >.<By the way I feel you're a shoe-in for winning the talent contest, amazing job! ^~^

Thank you so much! That means a lot.

 

And yes, if I ever write a sequel, I will promise it all works out. But the IED doesn't end...and hopefully I can add in the car chase I wanted X_X

[Ruby Rose 8,591]

Thank you so much! That means a lot. And yes, if I ever write a sequel, I will promise it all works out. But the IED doesn't end...and hopefully I can add in the car chase I wanted X_X

You're ver welcome :)Lol yes, every good story must have a car chase

[Saber Lily 1,543]

You're ver welcome :)Lol yes, every good story must have a car chase

Especially with Sora's Camaro

[Shulk 8,623]

It's great! You said you're planning a sequel? When do you think that'll be up? ._. Car chase battles are the best kinds of battles, of course.

[Saber Lily 1,543]

It's great! You said you're planning a sequel? When do you think that'll be up? ._. Car chase battles are the best kinds of battles, of course.

Probably after the results for the contest are up. I still am writing an outline but have most of my character quirks fleshed out. Cars guns bfs gfs drama etc.I wanna tease you with some stuff, but iunno

[Saber Lily 1,543]

So I have been storyboarding and outlining my sequel to this, which I have titled Reborn for You: Dominion's Fall . So far I have characters a bit more fleshed and some new cast members, as well asnmore cars, more guns, a cameo by my most infamous OC, and swords.

 

I got room for cameos for some retired military badasses that appear. Otherwise, I got a good idea of how I want this to go.

 

But as I dont want to lose the appeal, I want to know if adding i more fiction, such as supersoldiers, enhanced healing, or...procreation...would lose the charm. I have an idea thats more plausible, but would you like this after a computer file or over a world shaking scientific breakthrough?