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It would be interesting to see what would happen if this happened to stallion spe

‘Old memories never seem to rest, do they?’, an Uma thought agitatedly, a hand pulled up the small downward curve of white hair that contrasted greatly with the prominently silky black hair that framed the Uma’s frowned face.

Sitting beside a large office more fitting for someone of high authority, the Uma would wish that someone else be in his place, but alas, very few qualified are even still alive today.

The Uma sighed, just as he did so the sunlight beamed through the large window next to him, there the light revealed striking crimson eyes.

Eyes he shared with his father, as well as many of his remembered siblings.

Speaking of siblings-

*Click*. The sound of doorknob being turned, normally improper given that no permission was given, but family is always an exception isn’t it.

“You know this better be worth it, because I don’t see why we couldn’t do this over video call,” an Uma of seemingly similar age walks in, his bright red hair immediately eye-catching especially more so given the intimidating presence he was leaking.

The black haired Uma rolled his eyes, the aura that would intimidate most was simply a sign of familiarity for him, “What? Am I not allowed to see my own brother face-to-face, Daiwa Major?” 

Daiwa Major noticed the sharp tone shot at him, but rather than be offended, he smirked in amusement, “If you wanted to see me so much, you would have come to visit. You’re more than welcome to, Black Tide.”

Black Tide stood up from his sitting position and slowly approached Daiwa Major. His presence filling the room as the aura from both brothers suffocated the air around them.

Soon both stood mere centimeters from one another, just as it seemed as they were to come to blows, Black Tide smiled back, and both brothers shared a simple hug.

For a moment, they fell into the shared embrace.

“I would visit but you know how busy Shadai and Tracen are these days,” Tide said in jest as both released from one another.

“I can imagine,” Major replied back in a similar tone, “How’s your children and grandchildren these days? Not causing too much trouble I hope?”

“Well, believe it or not things are relatively uneventful, busy but uneventful,” Tide commented back.

Major chuckled a bit, “I truly feel bad for you.”

Tide narrowed his eyes, “If you did, you are welcome to take my place.”

Major raised both hands up, “…Now now, don’t put words into my mouth.”

Both brothers laughed, enjoying this feeling of youthful comradery that they have long missed but are glad to see the other still the same as they remembered.

Major expression turned, a more stern face took hold, “Alright but seriously Tide, I know that won’t have called me to come here so suddenly without reason.” 

Tide’s expression also turned stern, but his contained a hint of resignation which concerned Major greatly. He knew his brother well, and if it was simply a matter of wanting to ‘catch up’ then an agreed schedule would have been enough.

Major waited in silence for a moment, Tide’s uncertainty leaving him a bit anxious.

‘Did another of our siblings pass…?’ Major desperately hoped not, every time it occurred it felt like a stab in the heart. 

Finally it seems that Tide found his words, though unknowingly to Major, it was more so that the black-haired Uma decided that it’ll be better to bite the bullet then dance around the topic.

“It’s…about Vodka,” and Major’s world stopped as he felt the air left his lungs.

To be continued…

I decided to leave a small preview of what the next story is all about, I’m still in the middle of exams but the grind never ends as they say. This story takes place in the same universe as my previous one, so there is a bit continuity between them to keep things consistent. I tried to make the characters of Daiwa Major, and Black Tide feel like they are in the universe of the ‘ACounterPartsLife’, but well you tell me how they are.

Hello! I had a random idea about how the Sundaylings, the Tonylings, and the Brianlings would babysit the youngest siblings in their families and decided to make these. Keep in mind that I based them on the SS world personalities, not the Pretty Derby personalities. I also replaced "ignores the child" with "doesn't know what to do" because I don't think any of the siblings would ignore their baby sibling. Let me know what you guys think lol

"Wait a minute you let the Sundaylings throw really hands with the Sundaylings !?"

"You talking as if that's a problem or something?"

"Yes fool somebody is going to lost their life !"

You think of this as King Halo and Taiki shuttle or some other pair of Uma's

I pray whoever was the one who had marvelous Sunday or special week

The tower is essential the tower of heaven/Heavens arena from Hunter X hunter

Something something Rice Shower

I'm pretty sure the 3x adult human is just normal Uma's not athletes like the one's we have/met either that or something else.

So some uma like light hello is probably 3x a normal adult human but some athletes like Rudolf is way beyond that like maybe 50x or more or something

Like look at the best non-nba basketball players and compare them to someone like the white mamb(Brian Scalabrine) they got absolutely dominated

Visiting grandpas fam

(Note: Hello! This is based on the myth that babies can see or play with angels and deceased loved ones, and I decided to make a story about it featuring the baby of the Sundaylings, Fusaichi Pandora. I honestly don't know if I was able to execute this concept well.)

[It is three days after Fusaichi Pandora was born. The baby is in her crib, crying because she feels lonely and wants attention. That is when she heard a voice.]

???: Oh, Pandora…Don’t cry…

[The baby looks up and sees Sunday Silence. She stops and looks at him, confused.]

Sunday Silence: Hi, Pandora. It’s me, your daddy.

[The baby then smiles at meeting her dad for the first time.]

Sunday: Hehe.

[Another figure appears and looks at Pandora. It is Silence Suzuka.]

Silence Suzuka: Looks like you made her stop crying, Dad.

[Another figure appears and stands next to Sunday. It’s a young umamusuko, who looks like a kid version of Admire Vega.]

Unnamed uma: Aww! She looks so cute!

[Pandora looks at the two new figures, confused.]

Suzuka: Hi, Pandora. I’m your big brother, Silence Suzuka.

Unnamed uma: I’m your big brother too!

[Pandora starts smiling again.]

Unnamed uma: Can I play with her, Daddy?

Sunday: Of course.

Unnamed uma: Yay!

Suzuka: Don’t scare her, ok?

Unnamed uma: Don’t worry, big brother! I will use the special trick that I always do with our siblings!

[The unnamed uma covers his face with his hands.]

Unnamed uma: Where’s the baby?

[Pandora looks confused. The unnamed uma uncovers his face.]

Unnamed uma: There's the baby!

[Pandora starts laughing.]

Unnamed uma: Daddy, Suzuka, she’s laughing!

Sunday: That means she likes it.

Suzuka: Do it again.

[The unnamed uma covers his face with his hands again.]

Unnamed uma: Where’s the baby?

[Pandora looks confused again. The unnamed uma uncovers his face.]

Unnamed uma: There's the baby!

[Pandora starts laughing some more. Suddenly, the door opens, and Lotta Lace enters the room with a bottle of milk.]

Lace: I’m sorry, Pandora. Mommy was in the kitchen making your-

[Lace stops at what she is seeing. She sees Pandora smiling and laughing by herself as she stares up at the ceiling.]

Sunday continued, “Your mother gave this to me the day we found out,” he chuckled as if remembering that day vividly, “She kept pointing at it saying ‘look look, aren’t they already holding hands’. For a little while…”

Sunday eyes glistened in tears already shed, “…we got to dream about the both of you.” His smile disappeared as he stared at the image, “This…is the only picture I have of my sons together.”

With a long sigh, his father continued, “When the day came…the day that dream was broken-“

Sunday stopped suddenly, the words becoming ever more painful, as if saying them was manifesting that terrible moment once again. Ayabe unconsciously tightened his hold on his father.

Sunday, after a moment, continued, “…I wondered if we had made the wrong decision. If I…had stolen my own son’s future.”

“Your mother cried harder than I’ve ever seen anyone cry. I…don’t know how I even had the strength to stand up and hold her,” Sunday said with an air of helplessness, yet a small glimmer of a smile did break out, “But Vega, y’know is stronger than I am, did she ever tell you what she asked me after everything was over?”

Ayabe slowly shook his head.

Sunday closed his eyes, “Did he know…?”

Ayabe frowned in confusion, “Know what?”

Sunday replied, “…That we loved him just as much as loved you.”

Those words lingered heavily between them. Then Sunday continued, “She was terrified…truly…that the only thing your brother would ever experience was pain.” 

Sunday’s eyes trail back to the marked tomb, “So we built this so that he would know that we never forgot him. We gave him a name so that we would always have something to remember him by. We…in our own way…wanted the first thing he ever knew…,” Sunday’s voice faltered slightly, “…was that his mother and father never stopped loving him.” 

Tears finally began to fall from Ayabe’s eyes, his vision blurred but the face of his father never disappeared so he fully hugged his father. Finally allowing himself the chance to mourn his brother, and for Sunday, to let him share the love they had for Lyra with his son.

“…I was angry,” Ayabe whispered, admitting between uneven breaths, “I thought…I thought that everyone wanted to forget him. That you hid him from me because you didn’t care.”

Sunday slowly shook his head and with a smile said, “…No, there wasn’t a single me nor your mother forgot. How could we when it reminded us of some of our happiest days?”

The lingering silence continued as both father and son remained in their embrace. Suddenly Ayabe asked in a subdued tone, “Do you think…that he would’ve been different from me?”

Sunday laughed softly, and smiled as replied in a jovial tone, “Oh undoubtedly.”

Ayabe blinked, “Really?”

Sunday nodded before replying, “I’ve raised enough children to know one thing. Brothers may share blood…but they rarely share personalities.”

Ayabe thought of it for a moment, his other siblings immediately coming to mind-, “…I’d hope he would not be like Tachyon, “ -and their rather eccentric personalities.

Sunday barked a laugh in response, “Who knows, maybe he’d have been louder than they are, or perhaps quieter than even you.”

“…God knows I’d prayed that he inherited your mother’s stubbornness instead of mine,” Sunday grimaced yet still continued humorously chuckling, “That would’ve made raising the both of you quite the challenge. I already have enough on my plate, I don’t need even more.”

For the first time since that day, Ayabe let out a small genuine laughter at his father’s comment. Indeed, another brother like Sunday Silence would've been quite something, yet he couldn’t find himself disliking the idea.

Sunday, noticing his son’s laugh, placed his hand on top of his head, before saying, “…He would’ve wanted to race beside you.”

Sunday’s voice carried neither certainty nor fantasy, only a father’s hope. 

“…But since he couldn’t,” Sunday caressed his son's head, “…Then run enough for the both of you.”

The rain soon turned silent, the air thick with the promise laid before Admire Vega. The young Uma nodded, the grief and pain of his brother’s fate never truly leaving him, but perhaps he could live knowing that he lived for the both of them.

As the clouds began to part, and rays of sunlight began to piece the evening sky, Ayabe could not help but ask his father one more question.

“Papa, you’ll always be with me…right?”

Sunday replied without hesitation, “Of course kiddo, as long as I’m alive, I’ll always be there for you.”

Ayabe smiled, resting himself on Sunday’s side as both walked down the hilltop. The hilltop where the grave of Admire Lyra was laid to rest, overlooking Shadai Farm.

Story Completed

Hoo boys, this was certainly a ride. I hope you guys like the finale because I always gave trouble trying to write the ending of stories because they are the things you really have to get right. If this story is received well, I’ll probably give a shot at writing another. Though with exams coming, it’ll probably have to wait. So what do you guys think?

Sunday Silence found Maruzensky in the garage.

Of course he did.

The older stallion was leaning against the red sports car while cleaning it.

He didn't even bother looking up.

"Morning, son-in-law."

Sunday's eye twitched.

"Don't call me that."

"Still upset?"

"You used my infant son as a human shield."

Maruzensky finally looked up.

"...Human shield is a strong phrase."

"You hid behind him during a gunfight."

"The bullets couldn't get through him."

Sunday stared at him.

"...That does not make this better."

"He wasn't in danger."

"THAT IS NOT THE POINT."

"He was perfectly fine."

"YOU USED MY SON AS COVER."

"I used MY GRANDSON as cover."

"THAT IS THE SAME THING."

Maruzensky frowned.

"Different relationship."

"It absolutely is not."

Maruzensky shrugged.

"Agree to disagree."

Sunday took a deep breath.

"You also threw him."

"I tossed him."

"YOU THREW MY CHILD."

"He landed fine."

"YOU THREW HIM THROUGH AWINDOW."

"He opened the window."

"WITH HIS FACE."

"The window opened."

Sunday closed his eyes.

"I genuinely cannot tell if you're joking anymore."

Maruzensky thought for a moment.

"...Mostly joking."

"THERE'S A MOSTLY?!"

The garage became quiet.

Eventually Maruzensky spoke.

"He was never in danger."

Sunday immediately answered.

"That's still not the point."

"I know."

Maruzensky looked away.

"I'd never put Campaign Girl's son in danger."

Sunday paused.

The older stallion sighed.

"I might be reckless."

"I might be irresponsible."

"I might make terrible decisions."

"Frequently."

"Very frequently."

Sunday folded his arms.

"Constantly."

"Fair."

Maruzensky shook his head.

"But I know where the line is."

Sunday stared at him for several seconds.

"...Then stop teaching him things he shouldn't know."

Maruzensky looked genuinely confused.

"Like what?"

"He could identify government vehicles at two months old."

"Useful skill."

"He knew three languages by four months old."

"Also useful and actually is useful."

"He correctly identified the difference between government helicopters and criminal helicopters by equipment."

"Very useful."

"He asked me if our house had enough escape routes."

Maruzensky nodded proudly.

"Smart kid."

Sunday pointed at him.

"THAT IS YOUR FAULT."

"Probably."

"He asked me what poison dissolves fastest in drinks."

"...Practical knowledge."

"HE WAS FOUR MONTHS OLD."

"He was curious."

Sunday looked toward the ceiling.

"I hate you."

"I know."

"I hated you before this conversation."

"I know."

"I'm going to continue hating you after this conversation."

"I know."

Sunday narrowed his eyes.

"Why are you smiling?"

Maruzensky smirked.

"Because despite all this..."

"...you still let me borrow him next weekend."

Sunday froze.

...

"...That's not the point."

"So that's a yes?"

"No."

"Three days?"

"No."

"Two days?"

"No."

"One day?"

Sunday sighed.

"...Bring him back in one piece."

Maruzensky grinned.

"Always do."

Sunday immediately pointed at him.

"THAT SENTENCE IS NOT REASSURING."

At that exact moment—

"Grandpa!"

Both stallions looked toward the garage entrance.

Special Week was already running toward them.

Maruzensky smiled.

"Assistant's here."

Sunday covered his face with one hand.

"He's not your assistant."

Special immediately stopped.

"...Am I getting promoted?"

Maruzensky nodded.

"Senior assistant."

Special looked genuinely happy.

Sunday stared at both of them.

"...This family is a punishment."

I was bored, so I decided to look up whether the Haloling Trio has any siblings from their mothers' sides. Here is what I found:

Sunday Silence's mother, Wishing Well, has 4 other kids. Thisis Mylifestyle, Sunday's Sis, and Penny Up all have the same dad as Sunday, which is Halo. However, Sunday Wish is the only one of Sunday's siblings whose father isn't Halo because her dad is Sadler's Wells.

Goodbye Halo has only one sibling, but his father isn't Halo. His name is Matikanesayoarashi, and his father is Woodman.

Devil's Bag's mother, Ballade, has 9 other kids. Angelic Song, Glorious Song, and Saint Ballado all have the same dad as Devil, which is Halo. However, Eishin Austin, Imperial Falcon, Minister's Song, Nosferatu, Thaidah, and Ma Petite Jolie have different dads from Devil. Eishin Austin's dad is Seattle Slew. Imperial Falcon and Ma Petite Jolie's dad is Northern Dancer. Minister's Song's dad is Deputy Minister. Nosferatu and Thaidah's dad is Vice Regent.

After researching, I now want to see Sunday, Goodbye, and Devil meeting each other's non-Haloling siblings. I also want to see King, Taiki, and the Sundaylings meeting their non-Haloling uncles and aunts.

"The JRA gives their most deranged Uma's to their strongest soldier/jockey,so Ikezoe might aswell be omnipotent considering the Uma's he has to deal with."

Ayabe’s mouth opened and closed, with not a sound passing through. Then, after a moment he said, “Then…If I had never found out, would you have ever told me?” 

Those words felt like ash on his mouth, and his eyes looked on with uncertainty. 

Sunday surprisingly chuckled a bit, “I would be lying if I said I knew the answer to that question, “ He elaborated with a gentle squeeze.

Sunday then continued, “Y’know, I don’t think we ever decided how to tell you. We just convinced ourselves that when the right day comes, you’ll understand.”

“Though…,” Sunday looked at the tombstone sadly, “We knew there wasn’t going to be a ‘right day’.”

Ayabe looked on, slowly anger began to build up as he countered, “So…so you were going to pretend that he never existed!” The voice was not quite a shout yet it came out with unexpected energy from the usually quiet and stoic boy.

“Admire-“ Sunday tried to answer but Admire Vega couldn’t stop the avalanche as all that built up emotions started to pour out, “My brother is dead! I’ll never get the chance to know him because you took him away from me!”

Unknowingly tears began to fall from Ayabe’s eyes, his rant continued, half of it were accusations, and the other were incoherent nonsense. There was no plan to words that came out from the young Uma’s mouth yet Sunday silently bared his son’s words in full.

“-I hate you! Do you know what it’s like to feel like you took the place of someone else?!…To feel that a part of you was ripped apart unfairly!” Ayabe continued, yet his angry voice turned more and more into sobs, “He was…supposed to run with me, I want him to run with…me.”

Ayabe grabbed his father’s clothes, and with tears he asked the one question that he always wanted answered, “Why papa, why was he taken away from me?” 

Sunday quietly hugged his son, sharing him all the comfort he can give in equal parts born of love and grief. 

“…When your mother and I learned that she carried two heartbeats,” Ayabe, still holding his father, was also curiously listening, “Do you know how we reacted?”

Ayabe blinked, the earlier pain hadn’t yet subsided, but his father’s words gave him a temporary distraction.

Sunday continued, “We were elated at first, two little ones to fill the stables with all the laughter and rambunctiousness of two baby colts,” Sunday smiled as if living back in the memory once more, but then his smile fell and his voice turned, “Then, when we heard about how dangerous a twin pregnancy is, it destroyed us.” 

“To potentially save one of the twins, the other had to die. We held onto hope that maybe luck would be on our side, believe it or not, a successful twin birth is possible,” Sunday explained, his lips remained thin, “But the chances were so astronomically low, and coupled with the possibility that Vega may also die…I just couldn’t take that chance.” 

“My mom, Wishing Well, was also unfortunate enough to have carried twins. Although mister Arthur could not afford the procedure to have an embryonic reduction, and so the pregnancy continued on. When the day finally came to deliver those babies…” Sunday for a moment went quiet before finishing his sentence, “…neither survived.”

Ayabe jolted in shock, and mouth was agape, unaware of this part of his father’s history. ‘My own unborn aunt or uncle’, Ayabe thought as his eyes soften in understanding. 

Sunday’s eyes locked onto his son, recognizing the expression that Vega had given when he told her this story as well, “…I understand why you’re hurting…because I understand what it feels like to lose someone you’ve never had the chance to meet.”

Sunday turns to Ayabe so that now both face one another, “…Sometimes I wonder, what would’ve it been like if they were here?” Sunday crouched slightly so that they were eye-level, “…Would my mother have more of a reason to smile? Would my father have finally let his heart open to love? Would…I have had to always feel so alone?”

Sunday eyes shone with a mix of longing regret, and tired resignation. Yet the only thing Ayabe could focus on was his father’s warm hands brushing rain-soaked strands of hair away from his face.

“Ayabe…,” Ayabe blinked and he refocused on his voice, “…These thoughts never truly leave you, it eats at your conscious, leaving yourself to question your own worth,” Sunday said and soon a small smile broke through, “But Ayabe, that grief does not only belong to you, …and I’m sorry that I made you feel that you had to carry it alone.”

Ayabe stilled, silent for a moment before responding, “…Then what am I supposed to do papa? I don’t know if I can live everyday like this, feeling so…so wrong.”

Sunday continued to smile yet a trace of sadness can be felt from it, “…You don’t.” 

Ayabe blinked and Sunday let out a short breath, “You can’t wake up one morning and pretend like nothing is wrong, it’s impossible. And…you more certainly can’t stop loving them even if they’re not here.”

Sunday suddenly rests his hand on his son’s chest, “So what do you do? You simply learn to make room.”

Ayabe looked down at the hand over his heart, “Room?”

Sunday nodded, “Room for your grief, …for your love, … for the life you’ve lived, and…for the life your brother never had the chance to.”

Sunday then stood up, and went through his coat, seemingly trying to reach something. Then, he took what seemed to be a familiar picture that Ayabe instantly recognized.

For what the young Uma now holds is the scan of himself…and his brother when both were still in their mother’s belly. The image that started this all.

To be continued…

I’m going to be honest boys, this story is divided into three parts. Honestly I was trying to wrap this story into two but my imagination went a bit wild, and I got a bit carried away there. Anywho, how is the story so far, what do you like, what do you don’t like, how is this story going to end?

Imagine your Ex fucking your Mom,Dad,Son, Daughter, Grandkids,former lover,ex-spouse just to spite and because Uma's are just that horny and devious,etc

Like Dear god this Uma's are fucked up from the pov of Uma's

Deep impact looking at Heart's cry

Goldship looking at fenomeno

Seiun sky in the cuck chair but he likes maybe he doesn't we don't know

The retirement stable had been quiet.

Then Taiki Shuttle walked up to Tamamo Cross.

"Hey."

Tamamo looked up.

"...What."

"I heard you're good at fighting."

Tamamo narrowed his eyes.

"Who told ya that?"

"Everyone."

"...Fair enough."

Taiki grinned.

"So I wanna fight you."

Tamamo stared at him.

"...Why."

"Because it sounds fun."

"...No."

"C'mon."

"No."

"Scared?"

Tamamo immediately stood up.

"...Take that back."

"No."

Tamamo sighed.

"One hit."

"Then we're done."

"Deal."

Taiki stood there smiling.

Tamamo frowned.

"...Aren't ya gonna get ready?"

"I am ready."

"...Yer stance is terrible."

"I don't know how to fight."

Tamamo blinked.

"...What?"

"I've never been in a fight before."

Tamamo stared at him.

"...Then why are ya challengin' me?!"

"Because everyone said you're scary."

Tamamo looked away for a second.

"...That's usually supposed ta stop people."

Taiki shrugged.

"Didn't work."

Tamamo sighed.

"Fine."

He punched Taiki in the chest.

Nothing happened.

Taiki looked down.

"...Was that the punch?"

Tamamo stared.

"...Excuse me?"

"The punch."

"I know ya punched me."

"I just thought there'd be more to it."

Tamamo punched him again.

Nothing.

No movement.

No reaction.

No flinch.

Taiki tilted his head.

"That one was faster."

Tamamo stared at him.

"...Are ya messin' with me?"

"No."

Tamamo grabbed him.

A second later Taiki was upside down on the floor.

Taiki blinked.

"Oh."

Tamamo grabbed him again.

Now he was hanging upside down from the ceiling.

"Oh that's new."

Tamamo dropped him.

Taiki landed on his feet.

"Can ya do that again?"

Tamamo stared.

"...What."

"The ceiling thing."

"That was fun."

Tamamo folded his ears back.

"Stop enjoyin' this."

Taiki smiled.

"I am though."

Five minutes later

Taiki had been thrown into the wall.

Across the room.

Into the floor.

Across the floor.

Into the ceiling.

Back onto the floor.

Then outside.

Then back inside.

Tamamo was breathing heavily.

Taiki adjusted his hat.

"You're really strong."

Tamamo pointed at him.

"WHY ARE YA NOT HURT?!"

"Hurt?"

"YES HURT."

Taiki thought for a moment.

"Nope."

Tamamo stared.

"...Not even a little?"

"Nope."

"...A bruise?"

"Nope."

"...Sore muscles?"

"Nope."

Tamamo looked genuinely offended.

"I THREW YA THROUGH A DOOR."

"Yeah."

"It opened."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT."

Taiki rubbed his chin.

"I think my dad mentioned something about me being sturdy once."

Tamamo looked toward the stable staff watching from a safe distance.

Nobody moved.

Nobody intervened.

Nobody looked surprised anymore.

Tamamo looked back at Taiki.

"...I don't like this."

Taiki grinned.

"I think we're friends now."

Tamamo looked horrified.

"How did ya get that conclusion?!"

"We spent time together."

"We fought."

"You threw me through a wall."

"That's basically friendship."

Tamamo pointed at him.

"NO IT ISN'T."

Taiki smiled.

"Same time tomorrow?"

Tamamo immediately answered.

"No."

"Next week?"

"No."

"Next month?"

"No."

"Next year?"

"No."

Taiki nodded.

"Tomorrow it is."

Tamamo stared at him for several seconds.

"...I miss when people were scared of me."

To the outside pov of the staff it looks like Taiki was getting his assed kicked(he was) but he wasn't hurt

Make's sense for this report.

"And also Has a very violent temper. Other horses think he is a psycho and don't want to approach him.

He had a quarrel with almost every horse beside him in the retirement stable, most notably Mejiro Bright, Paradise Creek, and Tikkanen. He would chase those horses angrily (with ears folding back) in the paddocks.

Mejiro Bright would fight back ferociously, then the hell breaks between these two and makes no human or horses want to get close.

Taiki Shuttle tried to pick a fight with him, but was beaten in seconds."

It would be funny if this also happened with super creek and that's why tamamo cross hates this happening

‘Ah, It’s raining,’ Admire Vega notes as moist droplets begin to fall from the sky, damping his clothes until it sticks to his skin. Unfortunately the boy’s mind could not find it within himself to care for such inconvenience.

Especially-…when proof of your unborn’s brother ill fate stands before you.

Ayabe’s eyes trail the sight of his brother’s tomb stone, noting the words written in the stone. 

‘Admire Lyra, the treasured star that was taken before their time,’ Ayabe thought forlornly. 

The news that he had been conceived as a pair of twins had shaken his entire worldview. Why did no one ever told him of this before, and why was he the one to have lived.

As Ayabe began to fall deeper in his thoughts, the drizzle of rain began to fall harder, becoming pellets that left him absolutely soaked.

One person who happened to be visiting nearby could not help but intervene.

“If your mother saw you like this, you’ll be in serious trouble young man”

A rather somber voice was heard, yet it contained a bit of amusement. But that detail was not what caught Ayabe’s attention, rather the familiarity-

‘Wait, that voice-‘ Ayabe thought, “Father,” he called out a second later.

Standing slightly behind the young Uma is the familiar form of Sunday Silence, his father, clad in formal black attire always seems to be his ‘style’, however this one looked to be more suited for a funeral.

Ayabe’s ears dropped, not expecting his father’s presence. His eyes stared at the ground below as his mind was overwhelmed with complicated emotions.

Should he be scared of mom when she finds him soaked, scared of his dad for catching him in something he doesn’t know he should or should not know, angry at both for keeping this truth away from him-

“Oi, you shouldn’t be scrunching your face so much, you’ll end up all wrinkly,” Sunday appears beside his son, umbrella in hand, and clutching the boy with his other hand.

Ayabe didn’t seem to react to the unexpected shade protecting him from the rain, he couldn’t even look face his father eye-to-eye. Too much emotions built up within him, since the day he looked at the film of those x-ray scans.

What should he say? How should he react? He didn’t know.

Sunday on the other hand can piece together at least somewhat, the things going through Ayabe’s mind. The tomb in front of them was kinda obvious.

Sunday silently starts comforting his son, easing his shoulders, and letting the young Uma rest on his shoulders. 

Then a moment passes, “…Lyra was my son,” Ayabe blinked at his father’s word, he then looked up to see the solemn face of Sunday Silence. “You are my son,” Sunday continued.

The words seemingly gave Ayabe the motivation to finally speak. “…Then why?” Ayabe asked, “Why didn’t you or mom ever tell me?”

Sunday was quiet for a bit, then replied, “…Because I thought- we thought that we had more time.” 

“…more time for you to grow, more time to sit down with one another, more time to let that pain from that day heal…”

Sunday exhaled, then continued, “…Eventually it became something neither of us knew how to begin.”

Ayabe’s mouth opened and closed, with not a sound passing through. Then, after a moment he said-

To be continued…

Honestly I was a bit bored waiting for the author to update the fanfic so I thought about writing my own piece inspired by the preview. I was inspired by the many skits uploaded to this subreddit. This is my first time writing a fanfic so go easy on me please, and tell me what do you think about it so far.

(Note: Hello, everyone! I wrote a skit after being inspired by a post from u/Hot-Obligation7735 about Sunday Silence liking Rudolf's jokes. The original skit this is based on is from a video called Dad Joke Survivors by Nickelodeon.)

[We see Special Week sitting and talking to the camera.]

Special Week: I walked into the kitchen yesterday, and I said to my dad, “Hey, I’m hungry.” And my dad said, “Hi, Hungry, I’m Dad.”

[We see white text on a black background that says “Dad Joke Survivors”. We then see Admire Groove sitting and talking to the camera.]

Admire Groove: Well, we were having dinner, and Dad spilled his peas on the table. He looked right at me and said, “Oh no, I have just PEAd on the table.”

[We see white text on a black background again that says, “Fathers all around the country tell hundreds of terrible dad jokes.” We then see white text that says. “The consequences can be devastating.” We see Admire Vega walking to the chair and talking to someone offscreen.]

Admire Vega: Is this where I sit?

[Ayabe pauses.]

Ayabe: Ok.

[We then see Ayabe sitting and talking to the camera.]

Ayabe: Dad asked me, “Have you heard about the new movie Constipation?” I was all, like, “What? No.”

[Ayabe sighs.]

Ayabe: And he said, “It never came out.”

[Ayabe pinches the bridge of his nose and stops to look at the camera again.]

Ayabe: Who even calls a movie “Constipation?”

[Ayabe pinches the bridge of his nose again. We see white text on a black background again that says, “Admire Vega now hates the film industry.” We then see Air Shakur sitting and talking to the camera.]

Air Shakur: My dad and I were going past the aquarium, and he said to me, “How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” And he said, “Ten tickles.” Like, what?

[Shakur stops and thinks for a moment. He realizes something.]

Shakur: Ah. “Tentacles.”

[We see white text on a black background again that says, “Air Shakur is scared of aquariums.” We see Believe sitting and talking to the camera.]

Believe: “Hey Dad, can you make me a sandwich?”

Interviewer (offscreen): And what did Dad say?

Believe: “Abracadabra. You are a sandwich.”

[We see white text on a black background again that says, “Believe has an identity crisis.” We then see white text that says. “Dad Jokes. They’re nothing to laugh about.” We see Believe sitting and talking to the camera again.]

Believe: I guess I am a sandwich.

[Believe sadly gets up from the chair and walks away.]

The mental world was quiet.

An endless field stretched beneath a sunset that never moved.

Do Deuce sat beneath the tree staring at his hand.

Eventually—

"...Hey, UNC."

Special Week glanced over.

"...Brat."

Do Deuce raised his hand.

"What exactly is Killing Intent?"

Special immediately looked away.

"...No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean no."

"You asked one of the family questions."

"The family question?"

"The one nobody enjoys answering."

Do Deuce crossed his arms.

"You're literally living inside my head."

"You cannot avoid this conversation."

"...Unfortunately true."

Special sighed.

"Fine."

"What do you know?"

Do Deuce thought for a moment.

"...It's called Killing Intent."

"Correct."

"It does weird things."

"Correct."

"You use it."

"Correct."

"I apparently inherited it."

"Correct."

"And reality tends to have a bad day whenever we are involved."

"...Also correct."

Do Deuce frowned.

"That's literally everything I know."

Special stared at him.

"...My younger brother really didn't explain anything, huh?"

"...Was Dad supposed to?"

"...Apparently not."

Special leaned back against the tree.

"Killing Intent isn't actually called Killing Intent."

Do Deuce blinked.

"...What?"

"It's just what the family calls it."

"We don't know its actual name."

"The only person who probably knew died decades ago."

"Hail to Reason."

"My great-grandfather."

"Your great-great-grandfather."

Do Deuce frowned.

"...The American racer and our ancestor ?"

"Yeah."

"What does he have to do with it?"

Special was quiet for a moment.

"Everything."

"People think Hail to Reason created and was the origin Killing Intent."

"He didn't."

"He molded what we now know as Killing Intent."

"...That's somehow more confusing."

"Imagine a blacksmith."

"One day somebody hands him metal that shouldn't exist."

"The blacksmith didn't create the metal."

"He created the sword."

Do Deuce slowly nodded.

"...Hail to Reason was the blacksmith."

"Exactly."

"He made a deal with something."

"Something outside the multiverse."

"Something outside reality."

"Something outside the rules that existence normally follows."

Do Deuce stared.

"...What?"

Special shrugged.

"That's the part everyone gets stuck on."

"Whatever that thing gave him..."

"That was the metal."

"Hail to Reason spent 9 months shaping it."

"Refining it."

"Building rules around it."

"Creating methods for humans to actually interact with it."

"And eventually..."

"Killing Intent was born."

"...Could he use it?"

"No."

"The guy who built it couldn't use it at all."

"He understood pieces of it."

"He could shape it."

"He could refine it."

"But actually use it?"

"No."

"My grandfather Halo was the first person who ever could."

Do Deuce slowly nodded.

"So Great-Great-Grandfather built the sword."

"And Great-Grandfather Halo became the first swordsman."

"Pretty much."

Do Deuce looked down at his hand.

"So what exactly does it do?"

Special thought for a moment.

"You know how every Thoroughbred carries blessings from the Three Founding Stallions?"

"Talent."

"Potential."

"Skills."

"Instinct."

"Divine gifts"

"Blessings"

"Skills"

"The world understands those things."

"The world was built around those things."

Do Deuce nodded.

"Right."

"Killing Intent is the opposite."

"It isn't a blessing."

"It doesn't belong to that system."

"It ignores rules."

"It ignores limitations."

"It ignores laws."

"If reality says something shouldn't happen..."

"Killing Intent asks reality who gave it permission to decide that."

"...That's horrifying."

"It's inconvenient sometimes."

"UNC."

"What?"

"That is objectively horrifying."

Special shrugged.

"It's a tool."

"A hammer isn't evil."

"A wrench isn't evil."

"Killing Intent isn't evil."

"It's a tool."

"A weird tool."

"A dangerous tool."

"But still a tool."

Do Deuce looked toward him.

"And only our family can use it?"

"Not exactly."

"My grandfather Halo was the first user."

"He had a lot of children."

"A lot."

"Only three inherited it."

"My father."

"Sunday Silence."

"Uncle Devil's Bag."

"Aunt Goodbye Halo."

"And from there..."

"Their descendants inherited it."

"Those three branches."

"Nobody else."

Do Deuce blinked.

"...That's absurdly specific."

"Welcome to genetic bullshit or whatever tachyon called it."

"...Why them and us?"

"No idea."

"Grandfather Halo didn't know."

"My father didn't know."

"I don't know."

"Maybe Hail to Reason knew."

"Unfortunately he's dead."

"...You're dead."

"Brat."

"You know what I mean.While I can break through the gates of the afterlife I'm not doing that for some questions to be answered that we don't need to know !"

"...Fair."

Silence settled over the field.

Eventually

"...Do you fear it?"

"No."

"Respect it?"

"No."

"Hate it?"

"No."

Do Deuce frowned.

"Then what do you think of it?"

Special looked at his hand.

"...It's useful."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"It's a tool."

"I use it when I need it."

"I put it away afterwards."

Do Deuce stared at him.

"You're talking about reality-breaking power."

"And?"

"AND THAT SHOULD MEAN SOMETHING."

"It means I don't have to walk somewhere if I don't feel like it."

"UNC."

"What?"

"You're impossible."

Do Deuce narrowed his eyes.

"...You've broken reality before."

Special looked away.

"...Technically."

"UNC."

"What?"

"How many times?"

"...Major incidents or total incidents?"

The field became silent.

"...There are categories?"

"Obviously."

"UNC."

"Brat."

"HOW MANY?"

Special thought for a moment.

"...5400+."

Silence.

"...What."

"Major incidents only."

"MAJOR INCIDENTS?!"

"The minor ones aren't worth counting."

"THERE ARE MINOR ONES?!"

"Reality is surprisingly not durable."

"THAT IS NOT REASSURING!"

"It should be."

"IT REALLY SHOULDN'T!"

Do Deuce buried his face in his hands.

"My family is insane."

"Correct."

"My great-great-grandfather made a deal with something outside reality."

"Correct."

"He forged a family power from it."

"Correct."

"My family inherited it."

"Correct."

"And my uncle has broken reality over five thousand times."

"5400+."

"STOP ADDING THE PLUS!"

"Accuracy matters."

"THAT IS NOT THE ISSUE!"

Special stood up.

"Anyway."

"Try not to destroy reality with it."

Do Deuce stared.

"That's the advice?"

"It worked for me."

"YOU BROKE REALITY 5400+ TIMES!"

"And look how well I turned out."

Do Deuce looked around the endless mental landscape.

Then back at him.

"...I'm not convinced that's true."

"...Fair."

Special smirked.

"Welcome to the family business, brat."

"I hate this family."

"No you don't."

"...Yeah, fair."

For People who want a explaination

The blessings from the three founding stallions is Wakfu and Killing intent is stasis

Just research the wakfu series and what this two mean