This story follows after "Spark of Darkness" (http://www.dolldivine.com/stories/Kytheira-25537). Here is the time when Adair's main shape changes - his tail disappears, and he can create dragon-like wings if he wants. And he will find out that he can indeed understand the language of dragons ... but, don't ask me why he didn't know before ...XD
Have fun with reading! :)
What am I?
This evening, Adair locked himself in his rooms and thought about what Ricky told him. He wounded his father! His family! At first, he didn’t want to believe Ricky, but then …
Adair felt sick. Oh gods, he almost killed his father! In his shapeshifter-form, with his sharp claws and his fangs, he was nothing less than a monster. Even in his present form he wasn’t an elf. This was a disguise. A deception. He even deceived himself.
The young man never thought about what he really was. Of course he knew he was a shapeshifter. But the meaning of this, that he was a creature with the instinct of a predator, he never really had been aware of. He hadn't been aware of it, until the day when Ricky told him what actually happened in his office when he got ill and collapsed. Before he collapsed. Adair groaned. Everything he experienced until then, everything he saw and did, everything seemed to be a dream … so far away that he couldn't reach it. Even the academy seemed to be far from him. He felt estranged … even estranged from himself.
However, he could have guessed it. Back then, when he killed the necromancer who threatened his friend Amaranth, he had a bad feeling when he saw what he had done. He had been horrified when he noticed with which fury he killed the necromancer and even tore his face. And yet, he didn’t realise it. He threw away the foreshadow like a worn-out hat and went to Elizabeth to bury his dark thoughts in her love.
Elizabeth! Oh gods, his Ana’is! If she would have been there, in the office … he would have lost her, about this he was sure. She would have been terrified. How could she love a monster which hurts his own family?
This disease … Morituri told him it had been extinguished in the academy. And still he could get infected once more, anytime, by accident, when he would find dead shapeshifters, as it happened the last time. Then what? It would be the same again. And next time it might get even worse. He could injure his friends seriously, or even kill them. The people in the academy: Amaranth, Valyn, Angus, Sasaki … his beloved Ana’is … Morituri ...
Adair hid his face in his hands. 'No, this mustn't happen again!' He was cut to the heart, but he didn’t belong here. He never did. It wasn’t for nothing that people were afraid of shapeshifters, that they hated them.
Already in the afternoon, he had gone to the stables to say goodbye to somebody: his mare Giggles. He knew her since Morituri found him. The mare had been the only horse which hadn’t been afraid of him. The light brown horse with the black mane had been curious of the shapeshifter boy while all other horses shrank back from him. Adair loved her, and she was for him as much a friend as Angus or Andres were. Now she was an old lady, and he would never run the risk to take her with him. Such a life would be too dangerous for her. He would be alone, and he would be sensed by other shapeshifters. And then Giggles would be their next prey for he couldn’t defend her against a whole pack. Adair gave her a kiss onto her forehead and petted her behind her ears like she loved it. She snorted happily and wiggled her ears, visibly enjoying his signs of affection. When he left the stables, she looked after him, disappointed. A last glance to Elias, but Adair didn’t say anything to him. He knew the dragon could understand him, although Adair didn’t understand dragon language. And he didn’t want Elias to warn Morituri. So he only gave him a sad gaze and left.
Adair took off his colourful outfit like he did when he went to a mission. Instead of that, he dressed in darker clothes and packed his bag. Like in slow motion, he took a few things from the shelves, from the cabinet and from a table. No, he wouldn’t need books. Why should a predator need books?! However, there was one book he would take with him; it had been a gift from his father. He had set his heart on it; it was a treasure for him. Not to forget the medallion from his mother: golden, with a red gem upon it, attached at a necklace. Adair hung it around his neck. No, the recordings from his elven-father about shapeshifters belonged here. His family - the people of the academy - would need them.
He wanted to leave the room, but stopped abruptly.
No, he couldn’t just leave. Not without a last word. ... But Morituri wouldn’t let him go; Adair had to write down what he wanted to say. So Adair took his pen and wrote, his hand trembling. He tried to hold back the tears which filled his eyes, but it was useless. They dropped onto the paper and blurred some of the letters.
Finally, he was ready. For a moment, he thought about if he should write something more ... no. Everything had been said. So he stood up clumsily, took his bag and left his rooms.
Now he remembered that Morituri was downstairs, in his office. He would hear if Adair wanted to leave on this way. The young man sighed. So he had to leave through the window.
In his bedroom, he opened the window, made his clothes fade and shifted into an eagle. Silently, he flew out and down to earth, then he headed to the backward gate of the academy. The guardians didn’t see him. Adair knew how to get out without being spotted.
After a few yards, and after shifting back into his elven shape, the young man disappeared in the darkness of the night.
In his office, Morituri wanted to write down something, but he couldn’t focus on his work. The more he tried, the more he got nervous. Finally, he laid down his quill and stood up.
Adair had been strangely quiet today … and at the early evening he withdrew into his rooms after he told his father that he was tired.
With a bad feeling, Morituri went upstairs and knocked at the door of his son’s bedroom. He saw the light of a candle at the gap below the door. So he didn’t sleep yet. … “Adair?”
He didn't get an answer. Morituri knocked once more and called his name, louder. Then, he didn’t waste any more time and hurrily opened the door. A cool wind blew in through the open window and made the curtains flutter. In the next room, an oil lamp was lit. Morituri stepped in and saw a letter on Adair’s desk. He gasped for air.
I know I hurt you with this, but I also know how much of a danger I am to all of you. What I did to you opened my eyes for what I really am and where I really belong. I never want to injure somebody at the academy again. Thank you, Morituri, for all your love and your patience, and that you were there for me when you found the child I was back then.
Please tell Elizabeth I’m sorry; she will find a man who really deserves her.
You will be forever in my heart.
I love you,
Morituri grabbed at his heart and clenched his fist into his shirt. “NO!!” Gods, no, this couldn’t be true! With the letter in his hand, he hurried down the stairs, ran out and called his son’s name. While Morituri ran over the square before the castle, towards the big gate, he was calling Adair, again and again, until he gasped for air and fell onto his knees, desperate and broken.
Meanwhile, people were coming out of the houses. A guardian came running; Ricky jumped down from the roof of a building. Callidum and lady Lhoris hurried to Morituri to help him getting up. From another side, Angus, Diego and Andres approached.
“Morituri? What by the gods happened to you?” Callidum asked his friend, worried.
Instead of an answer, Morituri gave him the letter. Callidum took the lamp that lady Lhoris handed him and read it. He sighed deeply. “He’s gone … Adair's gone.”
“WHAT??” Diego shouted.
“What do you mean with ‘gone’?” Angus asked.
Andres took the letter to read it himself. “Adair wants to leave us. How by the gods did he find out about it? We told everyone not to …”
One gaze at Ricky’s face was enough for them. “Oh boy,” Callidum sighed, “do you even know what you’ve done?!” Then he helped lady Lhoris getting Morituri to his rooms.
Angus looked at his brothers. “We must do something - we can't let him leave!”
“We will follow him!” Diego shouted.
For a moment, Andres stood still, thinking, then he headed after Callidum and lady Lhoris. “Headmaster Morituri!”
Morituri looked up to him with empty eyes, without a reply.
“I will follow him, Morituri. Please don’t give up on yourself. I promise you, he will return!”
Morituri nodded, absent-minded, then his friends brought him into the castle.
“I’ll join you,” Angus instantly said.
“No, Angus,” Andres replied. ”I’ll be faster when I'll go alone, and I know what I have to say to him. Don’t worry, we’ll be back earlier than you will expect. You better take care of Elizabeth and make sure she won’t kill Ricky when she hears what happened.” Then he looked at Ricky. “I know you didn’t want this, brother - but, please, next time think before you act. Do you really not know how much Morituri and he need each other?”
“… please tell him I’m sorry”, Ricky mumbled depressed.
“I will,” Andres promised. "I have to hurry now so I still find him tonight.”
Andres headed to his room to get his weapons, then he transformed into his eagle shape to follow Adair.
Against his own expectations, Andres didn’t have to search for long. He found Adair some miles beyond the graveyard of the near village. Not far from Adair, he flew down, transformed back into his real shape and followed him silently.
Of course Adair had recognised the big white eagle in an instant.
“I won’t change my mind! You know I can’t,” Adair insisted when Andres walked beside him. “You can't persuade me to come back.”
“I don’t want to persuade you,” Andres replied. “I only want to take a walk here.”
“… of course; a walk, in the middle of the night, right here.”
Andres looked up into the night sky. “Why not? It’s a beautiful night!”
Adair huffed. “Let it be! Leave me be!”
“… Adair, where do you want to go, all alone?” Andres asked bluntly.
“That doesn’t matter,” Adair answered, with a wave of his hand. “Just away, away from here. I can't stay. You know what I’ve done. This mustn’t happen again!”
Andres shook his head. “Adair, it won’t happen again. We all know about this danger; we all know now what to do against it.”
“Yes - I know what to do against it. And I do it just now.” Adair stepped out angrily.
Andres took a deep breath. This mission would need much perserverance. “Adair … this won’t solve the problem. As your father said, this disease is made of magic. And it seems that somebody has created it with the intention to set it free right here, nearby the academy.”
“I could catch it any time again," Adair said quietly. "And then it maybe gets even worse. I can't bear the thought that I have killed somebody I love!” He felt a choking in his throat. His hand trembled when he took a firmer grip on his bag as if he wanted to get hold on it.
[???] ‘So he ran away, at last … But now that this guy joined him, I can’t get to him. This stranger is dangerous, and he most probably would feel what I intend to do. It’s a pity, but for now I only can watch them.’
“You didn’t kill anyone of us, Adair," Andres pointed out. "And you never will.”
“Not yet. And you can't know if I will or won’t.”
“Adair, you are needed here. Your friends need you. Morituri needs you,” Andres replied.
Adair closed his eyes. Only to hear the name of his father made him nearly breaking down again. “I put him at risk …”
“It wasn’t your fault, Adair.”
Adair jerked around. “Look at me, Andres! What you see is a disguise! I’m not the young man everyone of you see in me – I’m a predator!!”
“That's not true, Adair. You are also half an elf! Your father was an elf! Your real shape may be another, but you’ve got his blood in your veins. A part of you is from him - from a man who loved you and gave his life for you. You may have the instinct of a shapeshifter, but you are no predator. You're a loving and caring person with a big heart, and like hell I will watch you leave and get lost!”
Adair moaned and sat in the grass. “Just let me be … I’m tired of arguing. I don’t want to think about it anymore. I only want to sleep. Just let me …” The same moment when Adair shifted into his real shape, his clothes disappeared. Then he turned away from Andres and curled up, in the attempt to forget his thoughts in the shelter of sleep.
Andres looked at him, sighing. The poor boy was so confused … Darn, it had been a mistake not to tell him from the outset. Morituri meant well, but if Adair heard it in a different way, from another person, more careful, he surely could have coped with it. However, with Ricky’s temper and his way to speak with him … And it didn’t help in the slightest that Ricky never wanted to hurt him so much. For the thousandth time, Andres wondered why Ricky acted towards Adair in such a weird manner. Meanwhile, he should know that this boy would never hurt Elizabeth. Of course Andres knew about the terrible event that happened to her years ago. But Adair wasn’t the kind of guy who would do something like this. Andres chuckled. Adair already got nervous when Eliz wore something which showed a little bit more of her body! Recently, he had admitted to him that, in such cases, he never knew how to touch her correctly.
When Andres joined the academy, Adair had been one of the first people who didn’t treat him like a freak. Yes, at first he had been a bit afraid of Andres, but this had been because of the fact that bloodbeasts hated shapeshifters, and he knew that Andres was even more powerful than Ricky. But later, when they knew each other better, Adair was interested in him. They began to spent time together, and Adair was very thankful for his tips how to win Eliz’ heart.
And a few weeks ago, the cake party with Amaranth and Valyn … it had been hilarious! Without further ado, Adair invited him to join. And finally even Amaranth's mate Valyn, who had been afraid of him, slowly got used to Andres. This had been one of the best days Andres could remember. And when he thought of that plushie kitten Adair gave him ... Andres shook his head. If his brothers knew that he slept with a plushie kitten at his side every night!
No way; he wouldn’t let this boy leave. It would be a shame if Adair would leave the academy. And if Angus or Amaranth wouldn’t kill him because he didn't bring him back, Elizabeth surely would.
Suddenly, Andres started. What was that? He leaped up, drew one of his swords and looked around. Adair didn’t hear anything; he slept, curled up like a cat.
Andres looked around, going some steps to and fro. He was sure he sensed something. Minutes passed by, but there was only the chirring of the crickets and the call of an owl sounding from somewhere above him.
[???] ‘Darn, this guy has got very good ears. If I could lure him away from the boy ... He seems to protect him – and meeting his swords is inadvisable. This boy would be a good weapon against my ‘old friend’ Morituri, the more since I found out he is his son and a shapeshifter. To get him now when he left the academy and make a weapon of him would be the best I could wish for. But this can’t succeed as long as he has a hold in this stranger. … Maybe tomorrow. If the shapeshifter doesn't want to return ... maybe he leaves then ...’
Andres’s hair stood on end. Although he couldn’t see anything, he was sure they were watched. He couldn’t leave Adair alone, because, first: he didn’t know what this stranger wanted (and it surely wasn't something good, otherwise he wouldn’t have to hide). And second: if Adair woke up, who knew if he wouldn’t flee?
Andres looked around once more, then he returned to his place and sat down next to Adair. The rest of the night, Andres spent with watching attentively the surrounding area – and therewith unknowingly foiled every plan the stranger thought about.
When Adair woke up in the late morning, all his sorrows burst out again. Andres sighed. He hoped he could convince Adair today to return. Andres knew Morituri wasn’t well; he wouldn’t bear being parted from his son any longer. Morituri was a man who usually didn’t show his true feelings. He was polite and distant to everyone. Andres never saw him laughing, and he only saw him smiling once – when his son told him, head over heels in love, from his dearest Ana’is.
Adair slowly shifted back into his elven form and took his bag. Andres followed him patiently. For a while, they didn't speak. Adair should reflect on the things they talked about last night. And his longing for his father could also be a help.
“… you don't have to follow me any longer, Andres. I will get along on my own,” Adair finally murmured.
Andres frowned. “On your own? Adair, you remember you told me once that shapeshifters can't live alone? You can’t live alone. Boy, you won’t survive a single week, and you know it. You are strong and swift, but you can’t handle a whole pack of shapeshifters alone. And they can sense you easily. Not to mention beasthunters! When they find out what you are – and they will find out! - they won’t have scruples to kill you to get your scales. They get a lot for them at the black market. In the nights, when you're sleeping, you would be a good prey for everyone. If you happen to think about living with elves or humans: I know you can keep shifted for 12 hours at most, then you have to change back. Amongst strangers, you couldn’t hide what you are.”
“I know that, Andres. But, damned, I am a danger! My friends ... I already wounded Morituri! What if I will hurt Elizabeth or Amaranth or Angus?”
Andres’s eyes widened. “You are afraid you could hurt Angus?!? Really?? … But you know that Angus is also called ‘The Dragon King’?! Sorry, Adair, but he is the last person you should be afraid for. Angus could easily rip you into small pieces if he wanted, no matter in which shape you would be. And your claws wouldn’t help you in the slightest. Not to mention that he’s much better with weapons than you are!”
Now, even Adair smiled a bit. This was very true!!
“… Adair, Ricky asked me to tell you he’s sorry,” Andres said in a low voice.
Adair sighed. “I know that … it’s not his fault. I don’t blame him; I really don’t.”
“Well,” Andres summarized after a while, “you can go on now as you please. However, wherever you go, I will go too. I will be hard on your heels. You won’t get rid of me. No matter what you do, I'll be with you. But remember, you are needed at the academy. Much needed. As a teacher, as a specialist for shapeshifters, as a fighter, as a friend and as a son. Mainly as a son. Adair, after you left, Morituri broke down. You know he’s not well, and I know he only could endure his pain because you were there for him. Now that you are gone, he gets weaker and weaker, and he has no hold. You are his strength as much as he is yours. It’s a dangerous situation for him and for you – both of you can’t live without the other. I’m not even sure if he knows how important he is for you. Can you bear the thought that he maybe won’t endure that you leave him?”
Adair felt hot tears rushing into his eyes. “Oh gods … I can't lose him …”
“You won’t – if you agree now to come back with me,” Andres assured him. “Trust me, we won’t let something like this happen again. Now we know what to watch out for. We can handle this, Adair, when you come back with me. And remember, you aren’t the only one who could be infected. After all, Ricky had been infected too.”
“Yes, but Ricky only tried to mate lady Lhoris,” was Adair’s abrupt answer.
Andres burst out laughing. “Only?!? I would say it’s even for him more than enough to get in big trouble!” After a pause, he continued, more serious: “Come on, my friend – let’s go home.”
After some time of reflecting, Adair finally nodded. “Okay, I'll come with you. But I have a question: why do you know so much of Morituri and me?”
“… you surely know that I don’t like being crowded," Andres explained, staring into space. "I prefer watching people. It’s not because I want to snoop. When I came here, it was the best way to get to know the people. I often watched you. And every time I saw you and your father together, I also saw that you two have a deep connection. Of course I can only guess, but I think this man suffered a lot in his life. It must have been a gift for him when he found you.”
Adair’s eyes went wide. “Gift?? He was a gift for me!”
Andres looked at him and smiled impishly. “Then everyone of you is gifted … so now we can return to the academy!”
Now Adair laughed. “And you are crazy! Come on – let’s go back and not waste any more time! Let’s fly!”
Andres smiled gladly. While he transformed into his eagle shape, Adair also shifted into an eagle and simultaneously let his clothes and bag disappear. Then they got up into the sky.
They didn’t get very far: suddenly an arrow whizzed through the air and shot the white eagle down from the blue skies.
[???] "We got him! Hurry up – we haven’t got much time! We must make him down before he transforms back!"
[???] "Take care of his beak – get his other wing!"
Andres transformed back and defended with all his power, but his wounded arm, with the arrow still in it, ached. However, he tried to change into his second shape – and at the next moment, was knocked out.
[???] "This was close … bind him."
[???] "A good prey! Now he’s mine!"
[???] "No! We still need him! You can have him later, but for now, let him live."
With a shrill scream, the brown eagle rushed down to earth. He shifted, then Adair shouted the name of his friend, on and on, searched for him everywhere, but couldn’t find him.
“By the gods … who was that? AAANDREEES!!!”
Only silence answered him.
Because of him … because he ran away, Andres was now captured. But instead of despairing, Adair got bloody angry.
'Wherever you are, I will find you! Nobody does this to my friends!'
Adair shifted back into his eagle shape and flew up, scanning the whole area. He searched for a long while, but without success. When the evening approached, he finally spotted something at the edge of a forest. While getting closer, he saw three figures: one of them had white hair and lay on the earth. Andres!
However, an eagle could never deal against two enemies. And fighting them on earth would be too risky. One of them had a sword and on his back a mighty axe. A big crossbow laid in the grass. As far as Adair could see, the other man had no weapons. But if he was a mage he surely wouldn’t need any.
In spite of all these facts, he didn't want to leave Andres behind! Not even to get help from the academy!
Without further reflection, he shifted into his real form, not noticing that he nevertheless was still flying. A creature rushed down on the two men, swept aside one of them, grabbed Andres in the same second when he slashed his bonds, and, immediately after, shot up with his friend into the dark skies.
The two men could only look after them, surprised and in disbelieve of what they just saw: a WINGED shapeshifter!!!
The dusk fell over the academy when Ricky walked at the roofs of the buildings, watching the horizon for any signs of Andres’s and Adair’s returning. He felt guilty for what happened. It hadn’t been on purpose that he told it Adair. And he instantly regretted it when he saw Adair’s horrified expression.
Ricky sighed. If Andres only could bring him back …
Suddenly, something appeared at the horizon. Something flying approached, big, with wide-spread dragon-like wings, but … humanoid?
The figure advanced fast, and now Ricky saw that it carried something or somebody. He called for the guardians. “Take care! Whatever it is; if it attacks …”
One of the guardians lifted his crossbow, aiming the figure, while Ricky said: “Don’t shoot unless I say so!”
The creature with the big wings approached, and now Ricky recognised the second person. “Don’t shoot! It’s Andres! DON’T SHOOT!!”
When the flying creature was right before them, Ricky doubted he could trust his eyes and ears. “Ricky, help me! He’s wounded!” it shouted with Adair’s voice and flew down to the ground. Ricky jumped down from the roof and ran to him. “What happened?” he asked while Adair shifted into his elven form.
“Just when we wanted to fly back, he was shot from somebody. He fell down to earth, and first I couldn’t find him, but then … it had been hunters. I couldn’t bring them down.”
The guardians approached, and Ricky ordered one of them to get Amaranth. Meanwhile, Andres was awake again, and people came to help. Ricky told the other guardians to go and check if somebody followed them.
When Adair said “I’ll join,” Ricky held him back. “No. You have to go to Morituri. He needs you. We can handle this alone.”
Adair looked at him, nodded and ran to the castle.
His heartbeat went fast when he headed up the stairs and hurried to his father’s rooms. Adair saw light in Morituri's bedroom. He stopped before the door, then he slowly entered. Callidum, who sat at the bed, turned and saw Adair standing at the door. Relieved that the young man was back, he stood up and waved him to come closer.
When Adair saw his father lying in his bed, with closed eyes and pale face, he teared up. Putting his bag at the floor, he advanced and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Father? I’m here … I’m here now. I’m so sorry … I promise you, I won’t leave again!”
A quiet moaning, then Morituri turned his head. “… Adair? …”
The young man nodded, crying. “Father …”
Silently, Callidum left the room.
“You’re back … thank the gods you’re back, my boy …” He sighed with relieve. “I thought I had lost you …”
“I was such a fool! Please forgive me! I won’t leave you again. Never!”
Morituri took a deep breath. Adair came back! Oh gods, he didn’t dare to hope that his beloved son would really return. He grabbed for Adair’s hand and held on it as if he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming. Adair sat on the floor and laid his head on the bed beneath his father, in silence.
After a while, somebody was knocking at the door. Callidum entered the room.
“Adair, Ricky and Elizabeth are here.”
Adair looked up to him, then he got up to sit on the bed and wiped away the tears. Although Morituri was sleeping now, he still held his son’s hand.
“Let them come in. He would notice if I would go out now.”
A moment later, they entered the room. Happy and relieved, Eliz hurried to Adair to hug him, then she ranted: “If you'll ever do something stupid like this again, I’ll kill you with my bare hands!”
“Sshht – he’s sleeping! Don’t worry, I will never leave again. You are my home, my pack - all of you! After all, a shapeshifter needs a pack to survive,” Adair smiled. “Sorry, Eliz, but I can’t go with you now – he needs me,” he added under his breath.
She nodded. “Of course … we will meet tomorrow, darling!”
When Ricky gave a slight cough, Adair looked up to him. Poor Ricky! It surely hadn’t been easy for him to watch them!
“We searched everywhere,” Ricky said quietly, “but we couldn’t find anything. If there was somebody following you, then they hid very well. But they won’t escape us.”
“How is Andres?” Adair wanted to know.
“He’s okay; it looked worse than it was. The healers got the arrow out of his shoulder, and he has a bump on his head, but now he’s well. A few days at the infirmary, and he’s like new again.”
“Thank the gods … greet him from me.”
“Yup,” Ricky said. “Let’s leave now, Eliz. Both of them need rest.”
Adair smiled at him. Eliz gave him a slight kiss, then Adair and his father were left alone.
After watching Morituri for a while, Adair slowly shifted. He got smaller, and finally a red cat jumped on the bed and curled up close to the sleeping man, purring quietly. Morituri sighed in his sleep, unknowingly laying his arm around his extraordinary son, and took a deep breath.
The next morning, Adair went to the stables to greet his friend Elias. He hadn’t time for him before now, and he had to return to Morituri, but he wanted to see him for a moment.
But first he went over to Giggles and tickled her behind her ears. “I’m back, my baby! And I promise I will go out with you for a walk soon!” He gave her a little kiss on her nose, then he went to Elias.
“I’m sorry, Elias. I promise you, I won’t ever leave him again. I thought I would do the right thing … but now I see I couldn’t have made a bigger mistake.” Adair stopped for a moment, then he smiled at the big dragon before he turned to leave the stables.
A second later, Adair jerked around. Did he hear a voice?
“Did you say something?” Adair waited for a moment, then he shook his head. “Nonsense … Adair, you’re hallucinating! As if you could understand a dragon!”
Then he went back to the castle to return to his father, laughing quietly.
This is a TheNightWatchers Fanstory.
The Night Watchers, Ricky, Andres, Angus, Morituri, Elias, Elizabeth, Diego and Callidum belong to @AvalonTheQuin
Amaranth belongs to @PinkRobin
Valyn belongs to @SailorDione
Lady Lhoris belongs to @OldSoulUser
Sasaki belongs to @Midnight~Rebel
Adair and Giggles belong to me :)
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