Squiddle Story of Devil by CommodoreZeke, literature
Literature
Squiddle Story of Devil
Tokaku liked to think she was pretty imperturbable. It was important in her line of work. A good assassin needed to take whatever complications came up and handle them smoothly. Even now, she was making sure not to let it show. But it would be fair to say she was a little perturbed. This was the Black Class? How was this even school? As soon as all thirteen students had got to the classroom, they'd been gassed unconscious, dumped in a warehouse, and finally escorted to some empty field and told to play Red Light, Green Light, of all the damn things. This wasn't a class. If anything, this was recess. Except for the guns mounted in the walls to kill anyone who made a mistake. Though now that Tokaku thought about it, she had come here knowing murder would be involved, so maybe that part should count as expected. The giant doll turned its head again and Tokaku stopped on a dime. Of course she did. She was the best. Everyone in this class was... or they were supposed to be, at
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.11 (part 3/3) by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.11 (part 3/3)
"You weren't in class."
"I... wasn't ready."
So far, this was about as deep as Azusa and Jun's conversation had gotten. The awkwardness between them had been too great for either of them to make a real first move. They'd done little more than exchange trivialities.
Finally, Jun asked Azusa, "When did you find out?"
"Something seemed weird the whole time," she said. "But I didn't know for sure until you forgot your phone."
"What was suspicious about - oh! Oh! You read my messages, didn't you?"
"Well, excuse me! They were showing when I looked at it! Whose fault was that?"
Strangely enough, this broke the ice. The two girls half-talked, half-ar
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.11 (part 2/3) by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.11 (part 2/3)
The science teacher had just left, so Ritsu's class had a few minutes before Ms. Kawasumi would come back to teach history. The drummer glanced back at Yui. Yep - still at it. She got up and moved to Yui's desk.
"Hey Ricchan. Is it nice being able to walk around again?"
"It's exactly as nice as you bein' able to see again, if you get me."
"Ha!"
Ritsu pointed at the papers on Yui's desk. "So every time I've turned around today, you've been workin' on something. What gives?"
"Oh, this? It's a song! Take a look!"
Ritsu picked up the top sheet. "Hmm. Happy, jumping... kinda Mio-y so far... wait, 'study after school'? Since when?"
"That's the poin
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.11 (part 1/3) by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.11 (part 1/3)
Chapter 11: What I Did For Love
"Our next category is high school pop and rock music clubs. This year, third place goes to... Yokozuna High!"
Sawako watched the club members take the stage to get their third-place trophy. They were over the moon, and they had a right to be. This category was one of the most crowded at Regionals - finishing third out of 15 schools was something to be proud of.
She sighed. Her club had things to be proud of, but this wasn't going to be one of them. Their moment of triumph had come and gone. Now it was time for the reckoning.
"In second place... Astraea Academy!"
Mio was okay. The rest of the band had brought he
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.10 (part 2/2) by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.10 (part 2/2)
Warmup room C was usually empty for about ten minutes between one band clearing out and the next setting up. This time, however, it was occupied a little early... though not by the intended users.
"Okay," said the first journalism club member, drumming her fingers. "You were right. We didn't need to rush to get here."
The second club member just nodded.
Suddenly a short-haired girl burst through the door and slammed it behind her. "Safe!"
Someone knocked frantically. "It's me! Let me in!"
"Oh!" The short-haired girl opened the door for the briefest of instants to let her friend in. As soon as she was inside, they both leaned back against the
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.10 (part 1/2) by CommodoreZeke, literature
Literature
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.10 (part 1/2)
Chapter 10: Light Up the World
Sawako wiped the sweat from her forehead. There! Three costumes complete. That just left...
Huh. Was it two or three? All of a sudden she couldn't remember how many junior students the club had. This had all been simpler last year, when everyone was in the same grade and had a unique instrument. (Cramming a year's worth of emotional turmoil into the last two days hadn't helped either.)
Right, there were two juniors now. Azusa and Jun. She would need most of the remaining time for Yui's costume, so those two would have to be quick. Fortunately, Sawako already had a pretty good idea how to handle Azusa. As for Jun
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.9 by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.9
Chapter 9: Never Going Back Again
Sawako got outside, leaned back against the building, and took a deep breath. She'd taken care of the urgent matters: getting the band into Regionals and reclaiming her role of supervisor. Now she had time to think. And there was something very important to think about.
According to Tsumugi, she had quit her job at Sakuragaoka yesterday. Had she?
Sawako forced herself to remember the day in as much detail as possible. She'd woken up late because she'd been too excited to get to sleep the night before. She'd hurried out the door without breakfast, eager to get free of her responsibilities once and for all. She
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Squiddle Story of Devil by CommodoreZeke, literature
Literature
Squiddle Story of Devil
Tokaku liked to think she was pretty imperturbable. It was important in her line of work. A good assassin needed to take whatever complications came up and handle them smoothly. Even now, she was making sure not to let it show. But it would be fair to say she was a little perturbed. This was the Black Class? How was this even school? As soon as all thirteen students had got to the classroom, they'd been gassed unconscious, dumped in a warehouse, and finally escorted to some empty field and told to play Red Light, Green Light, of all the damn things. This wasn't a class. If anything, this was recess. Except for the guns mounted in the walls to kill anyone who made a mistake. Though now that Tokaku thought about it, she had come here knowing murder would be involved, so maybe that part should count as expected. The giant doll turned its head again and Tokaku stopped on a dime. Of course she did. She was the best. Everyone in this class was... or they were supposed to be, at
Fun Times With Ruu by CommodoreZeke, literature
Literature
Fun Times With Ruu
"It's all right," said Yuuri. "They're friends."
Kurumi looked at Miki. Miki looked at Kurumi. They both looked at Yuuri.
"See?" she continued, giving her left hand a little shake. "She's right here. She's alive, isn't she? I made it in time..."
Dumbfounded, Kurumi could only say, "Uh... yeah."
Miki managed to squeeze out a whole sentence: "We were... worried for you when you went in on your own..."
Behind them, Yuki emerged from the RV. "Welcome back, Rii-san! ...Oh? And who's that?"
"She was hiding all this time," Yuuri explained. "That place was dangerous."
Kurumi saw the same look on Yuki's face that had been on Miki's, but only for a mom
Apocalypse Nao by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Apocalypse Nao
The Obsidian Prince had been very patient. For three hundred years, he had awaited the next HiME Festival — his next chance to change the world. Meticulous planning and manipulation on a scale that few mortals could even comprehend, all working toward one goal: the selection of one woman of perfect power, strength, and determination, the only one worthy to usher in the new world at his side.
"Frankly," he told the red-haired delinquent that Nagi had brought to meet him, "I expected better."
Nao snorted rudely. "You and me both. What's the deal with —"
"Silence. Is this a trick? Are you here as part of some plan?"
"Yeah, your p
Tea For Two by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Tea For Two
Washington, D.C.
The Oval Office was even bigger than Mio had expected. She stared in amazement, trying to take it all in. This was one of the last places in the world she'd ever expected to be.
Movement drew her attention, and Mio realized a man was stepping towards her. She froze with panic. It's really him. It's the president!
Indeed it was. Mio had seen him on the news, but in person was another story. For a girl who still found bus drivers a little intimidating, being in the presence of the leader of the free world was right off the charts. He only had a few inches on her, but to Mio, he might as well have been fifty feet tall.
The presi
Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.1 by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Don't Say Stop Believin', Ch.1
Chapter 1: Gives You HellNone shall know the day or the hour, and Sawako Yamanaka was no exception.
The sound of the bell that day filled her with delight. She'd put in a hard day's work; it was finally time for her sweet reward. She tidied her desk, packed up her things, and headed for the door of the teachers' offices. She had almost made it when the hammer dropped.
"Oh, Sawako," said Principal Yamada, peeking out his office door. "Wait a moment, please."
"Yes, sir?"
"It's nothing important, I just thought I would come with you today. I have a little time and I've been meaning to take a look at this light music club of yours."
Sawako froze
Tangled Up in Indigo, Part 1 by CommodoreZeke, literature
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Tangled Up in Indigo, Part 1
Their eyes were still swimming from the glare of the stage lights. The loudest cheers and applause they'd ever heard were still ringing in their ears. None of them could keep from grinning. They were helpless to fight their excitement, their sheer giddy exhaustion.
It was unanimous: in five years as their manager, bringing After-School Teatime on tour to San Francisco was the best idea Ms. Sawako had ever had.
"Incredible! I can't believe how loud Americans are!" yelled Ritsu, whacking the side of her head as if to jostle the noise out of her ears. Look who's talking, Mio thought, but o
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