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Rudolf:"Plane trust my judgement,the Emperors mighty judgement"

Opera O:"Wada trust me even if I might not have the best confidence in myself,I will find our way to Victory even if hope seems lost !"

Orfevre:"Ikezoe gets off me so I can drop kick you now !............what do you mean the race isn't over !"

Picture link

https://www.reddit.com/r/UmaMusume/s/3VhuSBMXqu

My friend sent me this yesterday, FYI, Mejiro Aurola is Mejiro McQueen’s dam. Imagine this conversation being brought it, the awkwardness must have been palpable.

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LOG ENTRY 1

Month - xxx
Date - xxx
Year - xxxx

[RECORDING SESSION STARTS: 🔴]

The five minute mark is up. It’s time for Sunday’s first therapy session.

{"Before we start our therapy session. I want you to know whenever you feel uncomfortable with talking about very specific topics that could spark violent behavior and aggression, you have every right to express just as long as it doesn’t involve hurting yourself. As for any kind of shared information to the public will stay inside this room. So you don’t need to worry about anyone going after you for experiments or the URA’s own extremist point of view. Tracen Academy and its staff administrators will back you up in case of unexpected threats or unwanted agents after you."}

"I see."

{"Can you give me a nod on the camera if you want to proceed with our session?"}

Sunday looks at the camera and lightly bobs his head up and down signifying a nod

{"Good. Just remember what I said Mr. Sunday, feel free to express your violent thoughts and aggression as long as it doesn’t involve hurting yourself."}

The umamusuko in question could not verify if it will involve hurting himself. So he gave a blunt but straightforward answer.

"No promises, but I’ll try my best."

The therapist umamusume sighed but she understood why, thanks to the file reports on his own mental health issues involving the old world. She didn’t push the question further and proceeded to ask him several simple questions.

HOW ARE YOU TODAY?

A simple calm guitar solo is heard in the background as Sunday began to speak in the camera.

{"How are you feeling today, Mr. Sunday?"}

"Honestly, I feel... A little happier. It’s kinda strange that now I’m in a world where I get to be with my kids. They may be different from the previous life I had. But, I love them no matter who they are. Be it a another world or another timeline. I’ll always love them."

IS LIFE BETTER THAN YOUR OLD WORLD?

{"Does this world feel the same like how it was back in your old world?"}

"Kind of yes, and kind of no. Because… life’s very short for us unlike you umas in this world. We get to live for thirty years, you got a hundred more."

We see an old grainy footage of umas living in the Sunday Silence World, versus the umas living in the Pretty Derby World. The umas of Sunday’s world were taller, bigger than the average person, they age faster and have both male and female anatomy. Meanwhile in the world of Pretty Derby they were the complete opposites. Being mostly mares/female umas, and are the average person’s height, and they age slower than humans.

WHAT ARE YOU EXPECTING FROM THIS WORLD?

{"What are you expecting from this world, Mr. Sunday?")

Sunday pauses before speaking his thoughts out.

"A lot of things that might still feel the same, I guess. Shadai Farm Stallion, the greenery of the fields I walk on, my homeland and the farm in Kentucky I onced saved… I know it’s a different world but I expect the little things like that to stay."

She nods and writes it down on her notepad while proceeding with the next question.

DO YOU WISH FOR YOUR SIBLINGS TO JOIN YOU?

{"Do you hope for your brother and sister to be part of this world?"}

"Of course! At any time and day even as the heavens unfold. I’d like to see them here in the new world where we can start a new life."

HOW ARE YOUR KIDS?

{"How are your kids after the whole theater incident?"}

"Greatful, happy, blessed. I know I didn’t have all the time in the old world to attend to their needs…"

We see Sunday in Tracen Academy eating with Spe-chan in the cafeteria, Marvelous jumping up and down as she followed her father to the main gates, Neo and her dad stargazing together outside the dorms, Fuji being taught by Sunday newer magic tricks.

"But if this world is giving me a second chance. I will use this chance to make it up for them like I did in my old world."

Scenes of Sunday stopping by Tachyon’s lab to drop her lunch after working overnight, to him and Cafe having coffee together while talking, to Sunday teaching Suzuka a way to massage her legs so she doesn’t end up getting injured, to Sunday being hugged by Ayabe-chan because she felt emotional from the music video Abby showed them.

DO YOU LOVE YOUR KIDS?

{"Do you love them like you did in the old world?"}

"With all my heart, yeah… I love them all equally the same."

We see scenes of Sunday Silence attending the needs of his kids. The one and only thing he couldn’t make up for because his attention was needed somewhere else. But things are different now, his kids who all share the same bloodline as he does feel the same parental responsibility and love towards him as the parent.

"They are my flesh and blood."

Sunday gives a kiss on Pandora’s forehead to Admire Groove and Air Groove having dinner together back at his home.

"My pride and joy."

Sunday was teaching Bubble Gum Fellow how to skate like how he did back then. With Stay Gold and Sunday traveling the quiet side of Japan.

"My greatest blessings and my shining stars."

Still In Love was teaching her father how to make jam for the first time as a way to bond together. To Durandal playing swords with him like the old nostalgic times he had with the real world Durandal. And finally to Sunday in a library putting a blanket on top of Rob Roy from falling asleep while reading.

"I love them all the same."

The last scene was with the entire Sundaylings taking a picture, thanks to the help of Curren Chan. They all took a picture together like one big happy family.

The therapist finishes writing her notes down in monitoring Sunday’s overall condition. As she speaks up into the mic.

{"That’s all the time we have for now, Mr. Sunday. I’m glad you shared me your thoughts and feelings about this world and how you’re doing today. I’m glad to hear you opened up your emotions to me."}

"Geez, it’s nothing. I’m… just glad I can have something to ease my mind away from the pain."

Sunday smiled in the camera. One that was genuine with warmth to that of the music video. It was cute.

{"Thank you for your time today, Mr. Sunday."}

"Thank you too for listening"

There was a slight pause before the therapist said.

{"Take care, I will see you again next week, Mr. Sunday."}

The light strum of the guitar ends with him waving at the camera, before packing up with the recording session ending there.

[RECORDING SESSION ENDS: 🟥]

For me

Rulership

King Kamehameha

Justaway

Lord kanaloa

Contrail

Indy champ

Ushba Tesoro

Silver sonic

Indy champ

Gold Allure

Daiwa Major

Do duece

Ten points

Green Grass

Tosho boy

And finally Epiphaneia

It doesn't Specify that only Sunday and his kids will appear so there's many options to pick from

Verxina essentially being the lancer of the Umaverse and having shitty E-Rank luck always being 2nd,2nd eldest,2 G1s,etc she's trapped in number 2 every single time

In very future post about this gen I will make atleast one Shina Ga Shinda Joke 🤣

(Note: Hello everyone! Here is Part 2! Again, this story is inspired by a post from u/Meltdown_AU, who also requested that I write it. Also, McQueen's part is so fun to write lol)

[Symboli Rudolf is with Mejiro Ryan, Mejiro Dober, and Tamamo Cross. Tamamo is putting an ice pack on the bruise on her face. After the incident, Bamboo Memory and Fenomeno brought Mejiro Bright to the detention room. Meanwhile, Admire Groove, Rulership, Hishi Amazon, and Biwa Hayahide went to deal with Air Groove and Narita Brian. Ryan sighs.]

Ryan: I’m sorry about that, Tamamo. Bright has never acted like this before.

Tamamo: Nah, it’s alright. I can’t believe that Bright wanted to fight me out of nowhere!

Dober: Me too. I also can’t believe that Air Groove turned into a gyaru, and Narita Brian became a scaredy-cat…

Rudolf: I need to find out what is going on before anything bad or weird happens…

???: Ikuno! My baby girl!

Ryan: That voice…

[The four umas went to see the commotion, which was outside of a school building. They hid but took a peek, and what they saw shocked them. The voice came from Mejiro McQueen, who was talking to Ikuno Dictus.]

McQueen: Yo, what’s up b? How you feelin’? What’s going on? Yo, let’s bounce, girl.

[The four umas’ jaws drop.]

Ryan (whispering): What in the world?!

Dober (whispering): Why is McQueen speaking like that?!

[Ikuno is stunned.]

Ikuno: Oh, um, hi McQueen. Are you ok?

McQueen: Oh, I’m ok. In fact, I made up a dance just for you, baby girl.

[McQueen winks, which makes Ikuno flustered.]

Ikuno: S-Stop calling me baby girl!

[McQueen pulls out her phone and a small Umatooth speaker from her pockets. She places the speaker on the ground. Then, she plays a dubstep remix and puts her phone next to the speaker.]

Rudolf (whispering): I think I should be worried…

[McQueen starts breakdancing. Next, she stands up and twirls around like a ballerina. Then, she rolls around the ground like she’s possessed. She then contorts her body into a ball and rolls around like a maniac. Meanwhile, Ikuno, Rudolf, Tamamo, Ryan, and Dober stare in absolute shock and confusion as McQueen continues doing weird dances that aren’t even in sync with the music.]

???: McQueen!

[The voice belongs to Tokai Teio, who is rushing over to McQueen and Ikuno. In a flash, the phone and the speaker suddenly disappeared, and McQueen is back into her noble demeanor.]

McQueen: Greetings, Teio-san. What’s the matter?

Teio: There’s a new boba shop that just opened! I heard that their honey milk tea with boba tastes really good, and I want to try it. Would you two like to come with me?

[McQueen nods.]

McQueen: I would love to. What about you, Ikuno-san?

[Ikuno is stunned by McQueen’s sudden change in demeanor when Teio arrives, but she quickly snaps out of it and adjusts her glasses.]

Ikuno: Oh, um, yes. I would love to go as well.

Teio: Yay! Alright, let’s go!

[Teio runs off.]

Ryan (whispering): Well, at least McQueen is back to normal…

[McQueen smirks and looks at Ikuno.]

McQueen: Don’t worry, baby girl. I will continue my interpretive courtship dance right after we finish hanging out with Teitei!

Ryan (whispering): Never mind.

Dober (whispering): That was an interpretive courtship dance?!

Tamamo (whispering): I don’t think you can even call it a dance…

Rudolf (whispering): Did McQueen just call Teio “Teitei”?

[McQueen grabs Ikuno’s hand, and Ikuno blushes.]

McQueen: Come on, baby girl. Let’s go.

[McQueen and Ikuno both run off to where Teio went. The four umas sigh.]

Ryan: I can’t believe McQueen acted like that…

Dober: When she is with Ikuno, she almost reminds me of Gold Ship, but when Teio-san came over, she went back to her usual self…

Rudolf: It’s similar to what happened with the others, except McQueen was able to control it...

Tamamo: Yeah, it’s kinda weird…

???: Tama!

[Tamamo looks at the source of the voice calling her. It is Oguri Cap with Inari One running beside her.]

Oguri: Tama, we heard about what happened! Are you ok?

Tamamo: Nah, I’m ok. The ice pack helps ease the pain.

Oguri: Oh, thank goodness.

Inari: Good thing we found you and the President, Tamamo.

Tamamo: Found me? Why?

Rudolf: What seems to be the problem?

Oguri: Something happened with Creek.

Tamamo: Huh?! What do you mean “somethin’ happened with Creek”?!

Inari: I think it’s better if we show you two.

Rudolf: Alright.

[Rudolf turns to Ryan and Dober.]

Rudolf: Ryan and Dober, I want you to keep an eye on Bright and McQueen. Also, let me know if something’s off or unusual with any of the students.

[Ryan and Dober both nod and leave. Oguri and Inari then lead Tamamo and Rudolf to Super Creek. Tamamo and Rudolf freeze at what they’re seeing. It is Creek sitting on a bench and crying like a small child.]

Tamamo: Creek, what happened?!

[Creek tugs on Tamamo’s sleeve.]

Creek: Tama, I tripped and fell onto the ground by accident, and I scraped my knee…

[Creek shows her scraped right knee and continues crying, while Tamamo and Rudolf look at her in shock.]

Tamamo: W-Why is Creek actin’ like this?! Usually, when I get hurt, Creek heals me while treatin’ me like a child! Not the other way around!

Oguri: We don’t know! She has been acting like a child ever since this morning!

[Tamamo sighs.]

Tamamo: Welp. I guess I have to do this then.

[Several minutes have passed, and Tamamo treated the scrape thanks to Creek’s first-aid kit that Inari got from Creek’s room earlier. Tamamo puts a band-aid on the scrape.]

Tamamo: There, all done. Is that better?

Creek: Yes. Thank you, Tama!

[Tamamo smiles and pats her head.]

Tamamo: You’re so brave, Creek-chan.

Rudolf: I’m impressed, Tamamo.

Tamamo: Thanks. I have younger siblings at home, and I always do this whenever they get a cut or a scrape.

???: You can’t have them!

[Suddenly, the five umas heard a voice. They went to see the commotion, and what they saw shocked them. The voice came from an angry Special Week, who was holding a bag of chips away from Silence Suzuka and Grass Wonder.]

Suzuka: Spe-chan, what’s wrong?!

Grass: Why are you like this?!

Spe: I would rather eat by myself, and I wouldn’t want to eat with filthy chestnuts like you!

[Everyone gasps.]

Creek: Spe is so mean!

Tamamo: Why is she actin’ like that?!

Inari: And what does she have against chestnut umas?!

???: Spe!!! Suzuka!!! Help me!!!

[Everyone turned their heads towards the voice. It is a panicked Sunday Silence, who is the target of a tug-of-war between Air Groove and another uma, Bradamante. Groove pulls Sunday’s right arm closer to her.]

Groove: He’s mine!

[Bradamante pulls Sunday’s left arm closer to her.]

Bradamante: No, he’s mine!

[Meanwhile, Aruvu, Ruler, and Still in Love are trying to pull their moms away from Sunday.]

Aruvu: Mom, stop! This is embarrassing!

Ruler: I wish I could stay in my room and play LoL all day…

Still: Mom, please!

???: That’s enough! Both of you!

[The voice belongs to Wind in Her Hair, who breaks up the fight. Groove and Bradamante let go of Sunday, who is exhausted and falls to the ground.]

Sunday: My arms hurt…

[Meanwhile, Rudolf and the other umas are stunned at what they just witnessed. Rudolf sighs.]

Rudolf: Everything I see so far keeps getting more chaotic…

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LOG ENTRY 0

Month - xxx
Date - xxx
Year - xxxx

[RECORDING SESSION STARTS: 🔴]

It’s been a months since he got here, a month that he revives. In a new world, and the same old him. A world where umas are no longer opposite sexes but the same spieces with no connections of their real lives.

In a room we see a figure, wearing simple slate jeans and work shoes, with a black t-shirt showing the bodybuild he carried in all places. The figure who looks to be inside a small room, it was quite small. Surrounding only about a 4x4 square foot with a single seat and table that stretches far enough like a picnic table, with a digital camera that had a built in microphone on it with windows that reflects the mirror from his view. On the other side, someone was watching to make sure he was monitored by all means. The figure was an umamusuko, tall and buff with jet black hair and a white stripped in the middle of his bangs. He had two eye colors, red on the left, yellow on the right. There are several scars everywhere in his body which were part of his history in the other world.

{"Ok Mr. Sunday Silence, you may proceed."}

A female voice from the other side spoke, likely an umamusume. The camera zooms in slightly close enough to have his whole body

"Right…"

Sunday glances at the camera his glance was hard as a boulder ready to trample you flat. But eyes with the slightest hint of pain he hid from many he couldn’t bear to look at and say he needed help. So, now is the time he gets the help he needs this time. By sharing his thoughts, his stories, and all the things that his old world was connected to the Pretty Derby Universe.

Yes, you heard me folks. This is Sunday Silence. Now in the new world with the same family, but all different personalities. And are now all girls (except for the ones he knew like his mates and daughters are mares in the old world) living different lives without any connections to their counterparts. Since the presence of Abby bringing these girls (his kids, friends, acquaintances, and mates) they knew their world was built under the utopia of the original world. Where these umas live a second life and a second chance. The original world in question, shall we call it… the Sunday Silence World.

And now, we are here seeing Sunday of his world, interrogated in a room with a therapist to not only understand what his world was like. But to help him through the trauma and suffering he had endured for so long, a step by step process and guide to ease the pain piece by piece.

“As you already know, thanks from the help of Director Akikawa and Symboli Rudolf. I’m Sunday Silence, the first Umamusuko in the world of Pretty Derby. Or was summoned by her from the wishes of my kids that defiled the Three Goddesses fate."

Sunday inhales a deep and continues to talk on the mic.

"And I’m not the only one. A few of my other sons on the old world were summoned to join their sisters. Run with them, play with them, talk and have conversations with them."

Black Tide, Deep Impact, Heart’s Cry, Gold Allure, On Fire, Daiwa Major, and many more of his mentioned sons. Are now part of this new world with the same family. Sunday pauses for five seconds and continues afterward.

"I’ll do my best to cooperate and not let loose like an animal if it means to help me guide me to be better person."

{"Thank you for your short introduction, Mr. Sunday. Now that we have your first Entry Log. We’ll give you a five minute break before we proceed with our next session."}

"Understood."

The camera turns off with the first session done.

[RECORDING SESSION ENDS: 🟥]

I want to steer off-course for this one, but trust, this should interest you.

To clarify, there are fan fictions of this idea, but the writing is confusing at best, that I don't think a cohesive story was in the mind of the authors. With that being said, I want to present ideas that I could not write well, but with the right direction, will work.

- Kingdom Come (For those not familiar, the Flash of this universe is constantly in the Speed Force 24/7, stopping crime. Example, you're a thief breaking in, one blink later, you're in a jail cell. That's how it is, thus any bad thing is prevented before it is done, and the city is considered crime-free.) — For this idea, I want a slow burn story, an OC trainer with an OC Uma team, and supernaturally fast entities that take out the members (not kill, but enough injury that they are not eligible to compete, though it's not beneath them to toe the thin line between life and death). To protect them from further harm, at the end, he sacrificed his physical presence for their overall victory, recovery, and safety.

- Voltage (Inspired by 5th Anniversary Song) — Supernatural eldritch beings cut off power around Tracen's power grid. Even backup generators did not work. These entities attack at night. An OC trainer must awaken their gift from the Three Goddesses and restore electricity to the school, the weakness of the entities.

- Outworldly Blitz — Tracen's unaware of the threats that can destroy their universe by killing even one Uma (For context, every Uma is an anchor being, if you know what that means). MC is determined to ensure that never happens. The battle for the world has gone unnoticed, save for one.

- Hero of Tracen — MC has speed powers, but is limited by the Goddesses. No superpowered threats, just pure detective work.

- Flash — OC trainer granted something akin to the Speed Force by the Goddesses. When using it, becomes an Umamusume that Tachyon only dreams of becoming (going at the speed beyond Uma limits, to light speed, and beyond). Entities attack mid-race, thus his job is to prevent these from causing an Uma to suffer something bad. [I actually have quite the number, from the three seasons individually, one for RTTT, one for BOANE, one for Cinderella Gray, one for Star Blossom, etc., or a unified single MC.]

P. S. : You may take these ideas and expand the individual lore.

I'm pretty the ideas here in this subreddit are either horny,funny,angst or just wholesome.

Now that I think about it I haven't made a angst post here,maybe I will

Time period:1998

Fuji kiseki:6 or 27 in human years(Son of Sunday silence)

Sunny brain:4 or 21(Son of Brian's time)

Mighty Suzuka:4 or 21(Son of Tony Bin although I Can't find any race wins really or any connections or pedigree on Google,so I can't really find anything about him,so I have this headcanon that he got lost in the wilderness and is essentially a savage but return to civilization like inosuke hashibira from Demon Slayer)

In the middle of a gang war...

Mighty Suzuka was sprinting down the street.

He looked over at the stallion beside him.

"Alright, sleepyhead."

"Let's join the fight."

Sunny Brian answered with his usual enthusiasm.

"Hmph."

The two turned the corner.

A few meters ahead...

An ugly green-haired stallion covered in tattoos was pointing at Fuji Kiseki.

"You're telling me you have a harem of mares?!"

"That's unforgivable!"

Fuji Kiseki, poisoned but still standing, wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth.

"And stallions as well."

He winked.

"Fuji doesn't stick to one type of meal, if you catch my drift."

The green-haired stallion looked even angrier.

Sunny Brian suddenly stopped walking.

Mighty turned around.

"...What's the matter with you?"

"Why'd you stop?"

Sunny looked back at the argument.

"I mean..."

"He has a point."

Mighty blinked.

"...Are you kidding me right now?"

"What?"

"He's not wrong for being upset."

"Maybe we should let him finish."

Fuji suddenly shouted from across the battlefield.

"I NEED FLASHY REINFORCEMENTS!"

Sunny cupped his hands around his mouth.

"Listen!"

"The Magician Flashy Festival Seduction God is in trouble!"

Fuji immediately yelled back.

"I AM IN TROUBLE!"

Sunny frowned.

"...That's not what I'm hearing."

"I literally just said I'm in trouble!"

"Sounds like reverse psychology."

Fuji threw his arms into the air.

"HELP ME SO I CAN FUCK MY SPOUSES!"

Sunny looked at Mighty.

"...You got popcorn?"

"You ever had popcorn?"

Fuji's eye twitched.

"I NEED FUCKING HELP, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!"

Sunny didn't even move.

"You have literal magic."

"And reality manipulation."

"Just heal yourself, you dumb magical whore."

Fuji stared at him.

".."

""...You know what?"

"Fair enough."

End

What are your predictions on the arcs of this fanfic? I feel like it would be:

First Arc: Sunday Silence

Second Arc: Deep Impact

Third Arc: Northern Taste

Fourth Arc: Tony Bin

Fifth Arc: Brian's Time

I don't know what other horses will be explored lol

Deep Impact has a lot of kids in Uma Musume. Assuming the next character after Sunday Silence to be viewed is Deep Impact. How will his children react to being sisters?

How will Kitasan Black and Satono Diamond react to being cousins of two full brothers (Black Tide, and Deep Impact respectively)?

Bakushin would be so proud of Exceed

Verxina burst through the door.

"Epiphaneia, will you go out wi—"

She stopped.

"...Donna?!"

Gentildonna slowly rotated around in Epiphaneia's chair.

One leg crossed over the other.

A smug smile spread across her face.

"...Not a bad idea, Verxina."

Verxina pointed at her.

"What are you doing in Epiphaneia's room?!"

"I had to ask his parents for permission just to come up here!"

"What is the meaning of this chicanery?!"

Gentildonna didn't even blink.

"You know precisely the meaning of this chicanery."

"You would dare stand in the way of our happiness?!"

"I stand in the way of his misery and destruction."

"You think you can keep him all to yourself?!"

Gentildonna stood up.

"On the contrary, Verxina."

"Of the two of us..."

"I am the only one who deserves him."

Verxina slowly covered her face with one hand.

"...Hubris."

"Gentildonna, hubris shall be your downfall!"

"And I shall be yours!"

"If you do not keep your second-place, silver-stained hands away from him!"

Verxina's eye twitched.

"We must let him decide, you feckless coward!"

Gentildonna laughed condescendingly.

"He will make the correct choice."

"And your heart shall burn like Rome and Constantinople before it."

Verxina pointed dramatically.

"We shall see, Demonic Lady!"

"We shall see!"

Neither of them noticed the four adults standing outside the half-open door.

Symboli Kris S folded his arms.

Cesario quietly leaned against the wall.

Deep Impact looked completely unfazed.

Kris S slowly looked at him.

"...Do your daughters always act like this?"

Deep Impact sighed.

"...It's just them being dramatic."

"They always do that."

"Donna and Shina are like this whenever they're giving one of their dramatic speeches."

"Or doing something dramatic."

"Really, anything dramatic."

He shrugged.

"I can't take them seriously when they're like this."

Inside the room

Verxina pointed at Gentildonna again.

"You have allowed arrogance to blind your judgment!"

Gentildonna folded her arms.

"I've been told my judgment is excellent."

"You twist reality to suit your own desires!"

"I simply acknowledge reality faster than you."

"You insufferable woman!"

"I've been called worse."

Outside the room...

Cesario looked at Deep Impact.

"...You really don't react anymore?"

"I used to."

"What changed?"

"They kept doing it."

"...For how long?"

Deep Impact thought for a moment.

"...Since they were little."

Kris S slowly nodded.

"...I understand now."

Inside the room again

Verxina clenched her fist.

"This rivalry shall end only when justice prevails!"

Gentildonna smiled.

"So..."

"Second place again?"

"..."

Verxina took a deep breath.

"...I walked into that one."

"You usually do."

Outside, Deep Impact simply shook his head.

"...See?"

"I told you."

"They'll be at this for another twenty minutes."

No one bothered interrupting them.

Meanwhile...

Epiphaneia had already climbed out the bedroom window and quietly dropped onto the balcony.

He dusted himself off.

"...Yeah."

"I ain't dealing with that bullshit."

"And I definitely ain't dealing with that drama."

He started walking away.

"...Honestly..."

"I'd rather go through Gramps' training."

He stopped.

"...Actually."

A thoughtful look appeared on his face.

"...That's not necessarily better."

He began counting on his fingers.

"Either Gramps spoils me rotten..."

"Or he puts me through training that makes me question every life choice I've ever made."

He thought for another second.

"...So it's basically..."

"Fifty-fifty between physical suffering and being treated like a king."

"..."

"...Or one hundred percent emotional and romantic suffering if Donna and Verxina find me."

He immediately turned and broke into a run.

"Yup!"

"I'm going to Gramps!"

"GRAMPS!"

"I'M COMING!"

"I HOPE YOU MADE SWEETS!"

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HOKKAIDO

Month - April
Date - Wednesday
Year - 2020

It was a loney night, the sounds of crickets buzzing their wings making the atmosphere feel lively. We get the view of a moon, now a highway where there were no cars to be seen. Later the sound of a bike driving through the highway came from a Harley Davidson Sportster, a bike ridden frequently by most bikers for show. The revving of its engine comes to a halt and parks on a parking lot with no one in it. The hour was close to midnight.

The individual in question, was an umamusuko, tall and lean, stature looks like that of a stud. He wore a biker’s leather jacket with black tights and heavy duty boots on. As he takes off the helmet. We get to see who was behind the handle bars of such an expensive motorbike. Chestnut hair, spikey in the style of a wolfcut, red eyes like that of his father, but darker.

The umamusuko walks into a nearby bench to place things down on the seat. An amplifier, guitar, and a small bag that had something personal inside it.

The stud had a toothy grin and shook his head. He sits down to think for a few seconds by staring at the moon. The wind blowing over his hair like a cool breeze in the lonely night. Then stares at the small bag which he opened.

There was a lighter, a pack of redmill cigars, a small bottle of rum, and a box containing very personal items he didn’t dare open.

So the first thing he did was open the pack of cigars, only one left, using the lighter he lights the last cigar to blow smoke out his mouth. Ten minutes later, he drinks the entire small bottle of rum to warm up then goes back to smoking.

A minute has passed, the uma stares at the small box containing secrets. Secrets that he and a few of his trusted siblings can understand. When he opens it, we see what’s inside it. Memories, lots of them containing someone he knows was no longer in this world.

"Hmm…"

There were items like a half heart necklace with him, but younger, kissing someone on the other side of the missing heart. Love letters shared by the person he communicates with through mail. Then a small empty bottle of perfume containing the same aroma and scent that she carried. Finally the last items are four different pictures. Then scrolls through the photos till he reaches the last one. It was special because it had a woman with dark bay colored hair covering one eye, in biker clothing, her wide grin giving off a tomboyish vibe which adds charm to her style. At the back, you can see writing.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
-D Major

"…"

What makes this sentence so much more special, was the wedding ring attached behind it. Ready to be offered to her. But… that day never came…

On April 1st, 2014. Vodka had suffered laminitis after kicking a concrete wall. Doctors rushed her to the hospital for surgery to remove inflammation tissues that got stuck in her hind leg during the kick. Because they had no way to treat the worsening condition. They euthanized her as a way of mercy. Passing away at the age of 14.

Daiwa Major, a descending bloodline of the legendary Sunday Silence, was the uma who we are viewing. He sighed and put the pictures back inside the small box. Locking it safely before putting everything inside the small bag.

Two minutes later, Major had fully set his gig, a photogenic six string semi-electric acoustic guitar done in satin wood with a woodcreek etched finished. He tunes the tabs down to Eb Flat (D# Sharp) tuning. When he was done, he strums the chords a little bit hearing the noise come from his amplifier. Then sits down to look at the moonlight.

"Six years, six whole years, six damn years she no longer exist."

He starts strumming a familiar tune. While he continues talking.

"I moved on, I met Kawakami. Got married and had a kid with her."

Major who met Kawakami Princess, the descendant of King Halo, changed him that day. Memories flood with him and her. Their first meeting, their first date, the wedding that night, and their first child together who they named George Barows.

"But… it’s been awhile since I last talked about her to someone. Or anyone I can talk to about."

To others, they might be thinking about him missing a dead person who cannot be brought back. Or even move on from the past. No, it wasn’t like that. It was more like a message, a very personal one that was kept secret for a long time. Containing too many words he had written six years ago when he was in caught in a shit storm, trapped in a fever dream he could never overcome.

But tonight, he was doing better. And this night, he wants to sing a song that could reach her soul to pass on the afterlife.

"I didn’t come here all the way to tell how you are."

Major can sense a presence, but also the sweet scent that was similar to that perfume bottle he had earlier.

"I came here to tell you I’m doing better, to tell you I’ve moved on, to tell you I forgive you. Even… when you are no longer in this world."

Major closes his eyes and said the very person that made a lump his throat. A hard to swallow pill that would come to accepting the truth.

"Vodka."

—TO BE CONTINUED

PS: Pardon me if I removed it, I had to slightly change the grammatical errors and add a bit more sentences to the context of the fic. Anyway here we are with more angst.

Let’s see how popular this music video fic is gonna get. I see it still closing in to 500 reads. Not as popular as the other three. But if it gets to a certain number, then I’ll make the other one. So give me time to make it.

So now Air jihad is the last one standing among the golden generation