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Ichigo, it means strawberry, it means one who protects, it means fifteen, it means best protector. Ichigo was bright and a huge extrovert. He loved talking to people and making friends.Masako, it means truth, it means elegant, it means child, it means prosper. Masako was dim, only shining with the light her twin gave her, she was quiet and a huge introvert. Though she had many friends, she didn't talk all that much.But that didn't mean she'd protect any less than her brother. In fact when she fought she was harsher. She was quicker, she was far more violent. But like her twin she was stubborn, determined, strong willed, witty, and cynical. But unlike her twin, Masako was long tempered (takes a lot to piss her off.), self conscious, introverted, and quiet. While her twin brother was short tempered, not self conscious, extroverted, and loud.These twins, so similar but yet so different. Stand side by side. They blatantly refuse to Leave each other. Most of the time, when you see one you'll see the other. Most of the time when you see one fighting the other is giving back up.These twins, as opposite as night and day, as sun and moon. Yet they always stick together. When one instantly jumps out the other waits in the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to strike.Ichigo had bright orange hair, golden eyes, and he was snapped exactly like their father. Masako had bluish violet hair, silver eyes, and she was snapped exactly like her mother.But there was more to her than most thought. Yes like her brother she was human, like her brother she was soul reaper, like her brother she was Quincy, like her brother she was hollow, and like her brother she was so much more. But still... there was one that no one knew about her. No, not even her brother knew of this.The reason was because it scared her. She'd stare straight at the one thing she refuses to tell anyone about, and she'd grow scared. So instead she hid it away, a hidden secret that only she will know about.…

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Kazumi Midoriya - The elder sister of Izuku Midoriya and has been his caretaker for the past twelve years. How did that happen exactly... she had no idea considering she herself was only eleven when their father was arrested, and was only eight when their mother passed.Despite this Kazumi has always been there for Izuku. She helped him to the best of her Ability. Taught him to fight for defense. Taught him to cook, to clean, to survive. How he could break down and analyze anything. Though she did it all silently. Using sign language to communicate with her brother.The reasoning? Her quirk was connected to her voice. It was so powerful, she had almost no control over it. Or so the world outside her home thought.Viridian Shadow - A Vigilante, who doesn't agree with the system, but refuses to become a villain. A vigilante that they have only gotten glimpses of. A vigilante that moves quicker than the naked eye can see. A vigilante that has been at large for twelve years now.Heros who go on to get a case don't stay long. Mainly due to the sheer frustration of never being able to see her. Three years ago she began to come out every day. That's when she was spotted by a certain Hero, and somehow, she escaped his grasps. Ever since then this hero and two, wait, three, correction four others have become determined to catch her, and convert her to their side.Her response every time is the same. 'Change the system, then we'll talk.'Kazumi Midoriya - a quiet, mute, gentle, older sister and an owner of a small cafe. Her quirk, Enchanted Voice. Her age, 19. Her height is five six. Her hair color, mint green. Her physical appearance, pale skin and freckles. Her eyes color, a bright emerald green.Viridian Shadow - a vigilante that hardly ever talks unless it is to her victims, opponents, or under her breath as she's running from the heros. Her height is five six. Her eyes color, a bright emerald green. Her quirk, age, hair color, physical appearance, all unknown.…

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Her name was Luanne. She was a war hero. A widow. Her husband had died in a shooting. Protecting a little girl. Using his body as a shield. Sadly. Neither he nor the girls mother had lived. The poor girl twelve year old girl also did not make it. Luanne had just returned from war. Her scarred skin. Her dead rancher husband. The ranch. A broken and bitter heart. And her strangely strong connection with the earth was all she was left with.That and the strange feminine voice in her head.Until. Thomas Sully walked up to his older sister's house. He to ended up passing on. Shot in the heart for the paper in his wallet. Leaving Luanne and Jake to go to an alien world alone. Four turned to three. Three to two. Luanne will not lose another. She will not turn her back on her baby brother. No. Luanne Sully was a warrior. A war hero. Well know. Feared. Respected. Now she's in an unfamiliar yet familiar world. The voice strong. She is in the world of Pandora.…

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What if Dragon and his lover were unable to properly. So they prayed to the gods to help them conceive a child. So the sea god, Poseidon, agreed to fulfill their wish, if and only if they allowed him to have partial custody if the child was a girl. Because, in his words. 'Even gods have dreams, mortals. Mine is to have a daughter of my own.' What if Luffy had a twin sister.What if his twin sister wanted to make the world right. Wanted to be like her grandfather. Wanted to be a hero. What if his sister's dreams were crushed? By one simple incident. What if that incident didn't only rip away part of her soul. But changed her completely. What if Luffy's twin cared for him a little too much, if she refuses to let him go.What if she turns her back on her dream? To in force her own justice. To fulfill a dream not her own.What if Luffy never gets to set sail, if Luffy dies only a year before he was to set sail. So, throwing her own dreams out the window. She grabs his hat, she grabs his sandals, she grabs his earrings, his iconic red vest, his stupid ripped shorts. She replaces her own sun earring on her left side with his moon earring, then silently she places the objects in a box. Then turning around, looking to the sea. All except for that straw hat he loved so much. She throws it into the sea. Never to be seen again.Turning her back on her own dream, she gets a new wardrobe. She replaces white with black, gold with silver, but she keeps her blue. She turns her back on the sun, on the light, and instead of fulfilling her own dream. She decides to fulfill her brother's dream. After all, she'd be damned if she let anyone but her brother sit on that throne. So if he can't, then she will.But in the process, she loses her other half, loses her dream, and discards her first name. After all, in this cruel cruel world there is no justice, so... she'll become her own very own justice. She'll become a pirate. For Justice and Freedom to rescue those no one else will.…

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She wasn't always like this. No one ever started like this. The memories played on repeat in her mind. The mental and physical pain. Her deaths. She resets. What that monster called her. Nine. He never once called her by her name. Just nine. Four words played in her mind.Survive. Build a shelter. No. Not needed. Make a weapons. Not needed. She's safe. Hunt for food. No. Not needed. Her mother was here with freshly made food. Run! Not needed. She's safe. She's home. Fight. Go for the neck. No, no need. Not a threat. The heart. Not needed. The man pose no threat. She is safe. She is strong. Swipe the legs. There. Is. No. Need. She is back in reality. Back home. In Japan. With her mother and her friend. Safe. Home. She is safe. She is home. Protect. Help than and child back home. No need. They do not exist. They need help. There not real. Protect the boy. She did. She succeeded. But now she's back home. And she can... no. Needs to protect new people. Repeat. No. She will never ever repeat that hell hole. She'll never go back. She'd rather die.That monster took everything from her. He wanted to make the perfect being. A god. She was his ninth victim. His closest thing to success before he was caught. He had tried eight people before her. Men and women. All too young, too old, or just didn't work out. All broke, all officially died before they could reach test three. All but her. She had fought tooth and nail to survive. To live. To escape. But his phantom grip on her will never be released. At least not until he's dead. Or until he's succeeded.She'll either kill him herself or kill herself before he can even touch her. She'd rather die once again, truly die before she allows herself to go through that hell. After all, he said he wasn't done yet when she was finally free. She knew he wasn't.He said he had five tests. She'd only gone through three and a half out of the five. Meaning he'll hunt her down. He'll escape. Break free then he'll finish what he started.…

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Izumi Midoriya a young girl though to have died with her mother at the age of five, quirkless, kind, gentle, and sweet. Keiko Hoshi a young woman unseen, unheard, and unknown to everyone. Reiki Fuji a young woman who is kind, quiet, gentle, and sweet. She does online schooling and works at a small coffee shop at the edge of town. Akira. A well know vigilante that has only been seen by those she allows. Her quirk unknown. Age unknown. Hair color unknown. The only things known to her is her eye color, hight, gender, and that she loves helping people. She loves protecting. Can Eraserhead convince this vigilante that she can be a hero. That there is so much more then vigilantism. Little did he know. There was more to her story then he though.…

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During the Final War she arrived at the exact same time Gytauro did. But not long after she ended up falling into the infinity castle. She ended up in the same exact area as Mitsuri and Iguro. Her two great friends. She fought alongside them. They had been fearing extremely well until Muzan arrived. She continued to help. Even as she began to reach death's door. But being the stubborn teenager she was, she refused to die. She continued to fight until the sun rose. She still refused to die and ended up helping her friends, Insokue, Zenitsu, Giyuu, and Nezuko, hold back a demon King Tanjiro.The night after the battle Yuzuki laid in her bed. Knowing fully well she was reaching her final moments. But her being stubborn refused to die there. Sitting up, she ripped out tubes in her arms keeping her alive, and went to Senjuro, her beloved brother in all but blood, once she reached him in his room. She woke him up. And spoke. "Sen, come watch the stars with me." He had agreed. So the two went out to the garden, found a nice area of grass and laid down. The duo laid in silence. The elder female began to feel herself fade away. So. She spoke. "Senjuro?""Yes, big sister." The female's hands moved to her blade. She refused to go anywhere without it."I love you." with those words floating in the air the female used the little strength she had left to speak. Still staring at the stars. "I love both you and father... please. Live a long life." It was getting harder and harder to speak. But she forced herself these last four words as she took her final breath. "And I'm so sorry..." Her eyes where trained on the sky as everything began to fade away. The stars where truly beautiful. She was glad that this was the last thing she'd see before death. She smiled as she passed on.Yuzuki smiled at the sight of her friends and brother figure. She went to walk over to them. Wanting to huge Kyojuro. But something happened. As she walked forward she was sucked into a Black Hole.…

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All around me war waged. The heroes against the villains. My eyes looked up, to my father and Hawks, fighting All For One. My eyes moved around, the other hero's, the sidekicks, my friends, all fighting, for their lives, for the greater good. I was covered in blood, both my own and not. I was littered in scratches, cuts, burns, had stab wounds, I had bullet wounds. My mind flashed to my best friend. Jiro, Earphone Jack was her hero name. Her eyes meet mine. She instantly knew what I was planning. She shook her head no. I just smiled at my dear friend. My eyes conveying the message I wished her to tell my brother. She looked like she wanted to cry. I lunged forward. I was the strongest in my class, both physically and mentally. I was talented, but I also worked hard, I had to prove that I was not who I am today because of my father. I ran forward black ice formed at my feet. I shot forward, using my pitch black ice to shoot me forward and up. Bright blue flames circled around me, around my legs, around my torso, around my chest, around my arms. I was the hero Amani. My name mean Balance, it meant peace.I was the youngest daughter of Endeavor, I was the older twin sister of Shoto Todoroki. I jumped up, ignoring the blood that flowed from my wounds, my father yelled out to me, I could hear the fear in his voice. I have always loved him. I loved my father with my entire core. No matter what he had said or done. I'd always loved him. It had frustrated my siblings to no end. I didn't care. I dived down and down and down. I could hear my friends, my class, backing me up as I prepared my finally attack. Black ice and blue fire raged around me. I descended down upon All For One. Like and eagle down onto a mouse. I felt something go through my chest. I ignored it, instead I placed my hand onto All for One's chest. Ice began to coat us, freezing both me and him in place. This way, he'd never hurt anyone ever again. My life was a small price to pay for peace. I just smiled.…

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The sun began to rise as a girl laid in the rubble. Blood pooling around her. The war was finally over, after over a thousand years. They've won. She's freed her family from the curse. Her ten year old baby brother will live a long life. She hoped he'd forgive her. Forgive her for not living long enough to see him. Ubuyashiki Keiko began to close her eyes when she heard the cries. "Keiko-sama!" It was hard, but she did it, she had to force her eyes back open. Once she did she saw a white haired, scarred man. The man froze, before lunging forward. "Keiko-sama!" He screamed as he landed on his knees beside her. Slowly reaching his hand under her head as he picked up slightly. "You're full of holes..." tears filled his eyes. The girl opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. "S-stay with me." He looked up. "Hey! Over here!" He looked down at her. Picking her up. She sobbed. "I-I know. I know. Just hold on." He looked up. Panic filled his eyes as he shouted. "Oi! Brats! Over here!" He looked down. Realizing they won't reach them in time he began to move. Earning another pain filled cry from Keiko. "I-I know. I know." He looked up. "Tomioka help me!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face as he clawed his way up. "Tomioka! Kamido!" Her eyes began to drift shut. "No! Keiko-sama, stay with me!" "S-sorry..." she couldn't hold on any longer. She died there. Or... after the war with Muzan, a Ubuyashiki, a girl named Keiko. Fough with her men in the final battle. This final battle ended up with her life being taken. Then a thousand years later. She returns. To a new world, one were she people are born with powers and a new evil, almost as bad as Muzan lives. She makes it her personal misdion to stop him and save her world once again. Will she die again? Or will she survive. Only time will tell.…

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She was six when she realized just what her mothers plan was. She was six as she stared out of the crack of her door, watching as her mother spoke to the Yakuza man. Her eyes closed. Izara had been an idiot... How could she believe her mother could be any different? After all... she could only trust her best friend, her brother in all but blood. Yet she feared that she would no longer be able to stand by his side. Izara let out a shaky breath. She feared she would no longer be able to stay by his side, and may no longer be able to help him calm his anger. She was seven, glaring at the teenager, how could her mother do this to her? That boy was roughly ten years older than her! She turned her hands closed into fists. It was all because she was quirkless! It was stupid! Her head turned, in her gut she knew that if she was ever to be a hero, she needed to leave. And quickly at that. The only thing she regretted was leaving her best friend behind. But Izara would not be married off like a trophy wife. So she packed, she took the money gifted to her from her father, now dead, he had sent all his money to her, in a hidden happy birthday card. He knew her mothers plan. It wasn't a small amount of money either. She was eight, when she claimed an abandoned warehouse as her home. Eight, when she learned to hack into damn near anything she wanted to. Eight when she began to teach herself to fight, teaching herself multiple different battle styles. She was nine, when she became a vigilante, nine when the vigilante Amishta was born. When she became what people always said she could never be. She was a hero in her own right. She did not need to worry about the law. After all, a vigilante used their quirk to do hero work. She had no quirk, therefore she broke no laws. Quite the useful little loophole for a little quirkless girl. Oh she couldn't wait to see Eraser's face when he found out about this. It was going to be awesome. She just knew it would.…

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Heather. A witch of old who looks young. A witch who was once tanned but know ghostly pale. A witch who once had midnight black hair that was know snow white with age. A witch who was cursed as the mistress of death. Great. She can not die. A witch who once had friend. Who all have passed. A witch who once livid in a beautiful city that thrived with life. Know the only person alive. A witch with many titles. The girl who lived. The defender of the light. The chosen. Mistress of death. Goddess of magic. A woman who is well over eight hundred years old. But. Looks like a woman in her mid thirties to late twenties. Heather Lilith Potter. Was tired of being alone. So. In her desperation for other life. She went through the vail of death. Monkey. D. Keiko. Kei for short. The daughter of Dragon the revolutionary. Granddaughter of Garp the hero. And. The reincarnation of Heather. She held all her memory's. All her powers. But. Was know a child. With a voice in her head. Claiming to be the sky, sea, and earth. Know Heather is old. But. What? She was still a metamorphosis. She still had the elder wand. The stone. The cloak. She could still speak to animals. And she had her magic. Her eyes were still a brilliant emerald green.…

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Luna a female who accidentally ate the Ginga-Ginga (galaxy-galaxy) fruit sets out to become the King of the pirates well queen in her case. What will happen to her? How will this change the original story line? Read to find out. This is my first story. Apologies ahead of time for miss spelling or grammatical errors. Updates will be random.…

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Hela has always been... well. Strange. She was quite. Hardly ever spoke. She looked weak and frail but was all but that. She wasn't a fan of violence.She had a long fuse. She was patient, calm, and collected. She was just... just strange for Viking standards. (Cough* calmer cough*)She 'couldn't' (cough* wouldn't cough*) kill a dragon. So she worked in the armory with her good father Gobber. She never really spoke. No one spoke to her. Her father was Chief. He was Stoic the Vast. He was strong. He was buff. He was huge. He was loud. He was nothing like his daughter. Or so they thought. In reality Hela was smart. She thought before she acted. She observed. She planned. She trained in secret at the dead of night. Where no one and nothing can see her. There was more to Hela then others thought. Secrets she kept close to her heart. Secrets her father refused to believe out of fear for his daughter's safety. Hela had a birthmark on her back. That of a dragon it's wings stretched across her shoulder blades. It's head resting at the nape of her neck it's tail reaching down to her mid back. She could understand dragons. Manipulate the elements of the world. Such as fire, water, earth, plants, air, lightning, water, ice, and so so much more.She had hair of fire, blood, autumn leaves, and dawn. Her fathers hair. She had eyes if Icy, electricity, water, and sky. The most brilliant and brightest blue ever seen. Her mothers eyes. Then there was her dragon. A hybrid. His father was a Night Fury his mother a Razor-whip. Making him a Night-whip. This is the Story of Hela Haddock. A dragon named Sharpstorm. And.A male Viking named Asger. A How To Train Your Dragon FanFic with some changes and twists.…

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Ichigo was a quiet, kind, protective, and gentle girl. Well. She was when she was at school. Or in the human world. She was quiet. Speaking very few words. She was kind and gentle. Some might even call her motherly. Her eyes would constantly swap between blank emotionless to kind, gentle, and loving.Her hands where rough and scarred from her training with her father.But.Ichigo was also harsh. Merciless. Brutal. And. Deadly silent.She knew.She knew her father was a Soul Reaper.She knew she had a hollow inside of her.She knew she was only PART human.She knew her mother was a Quincy.Even as a small child she had those knowing eyes. Bright. And knowing. She knew what a spirit was. But she could not tell the difference between a spirit and a person.After that day she swore. She swore that she'd protect her father and sibling. And she'd protect anyone that joined her circle.Her mother and father knew that s he knew. How she knew they did not know. So. Instead of questioning it.They trained her. They prepared her.…

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Soul-marks. There are many different types. The red string, their names. Or there is the one where whatever is on your skin appear on your soulmates skin. That was the kind I had. Most people would wear their soulmates proudly. I didn't. I hide mine. Why? Because of who the soul-marks, yes marks, Indicated just who my soulmates are. I had a total of six. There was a twelve legged spider with a number number zero on its back located on the back of my neck, another twelve legged spider with number one on its back located right behind my right ear, A twelve legged spider with number two on its back located on my left outer thigh, again a twelve legged spider number five on its back located on my left inner wrist, followed by a twelve legged spider number six on its back located right under my left collar bone, and finally you guessed it another twelve legged spider number eleven on its back located my lower back.Everyone knew what the twelve legged spider meant. What it represented.The phantom troupe. A group of thieves and killers. And six of them where my soulmates. That though terrified me. Scared me to no end. It put me in danger, it put my friends and family in danger as well. So, mom and dad made us hide. Yeah, like that helped. Now both mom and dad where dead. Thank to their desperate attempts to distract the troupe as we... as I ran. Dad was first. Mom had taken me and my sibling and ran. Mom was next, a few years later. She had stayed in the house as a distraction as I used my Nen ability to take my younger siblings and ran. I raised them. And now... now I will do anything to keep them safe.I'll die for them. I'll kill for them. I'll even expose myself to protect them. Fuck I'd even give myself to the phantom troupe if it meant my remaining family's safety. My family only grew when a black and green haired boy befriended my siblings. It grew again when a silver haired boy joined the fray.…

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The world is full of both ghouls and humans. There are as many ghouls and humans in this world as there are stars in the sky. But that was all that lived in this world. Right? Wrong. In this world there was once another species. This one closely connected with the world around them, with Mother Earth herself. When they wished to they looked human. But they can also look like an animal. Each person, each family has their own animal they can shift into. But due to this, they were feared. They were hunted. Some took a liking to eating humans, others ate ghouls. So, a group took things into their own hands.One night. This group banned together. It was an important holiday for these creatures. So, they attacked. At the dead of night, as the group of shifters stood, their animals forms in a forest. The group attacked. Killing every single one. They disbanded and left right afterwards. Since then no one's seen a shifter, since then no one. Not ghoul, not human goes into that forest. Out of fear they'll enrage the spirits that now roam the treasured land of the shifters.At least. That was until now. There was a survivor. The last one with the ability to shift. With her, raising her, protecting her are four others. Hybrids. Two of which are half shifter half ghoul, the other two being half human half shifter. They can not turn into an animal. But they can understand animals, they can understand the world around them. They can hear the words hidden in the sky and earth. The part ghouls use the abilities of a ghoul, while the half humans were human, but all four had the ability to hear the voices only shifter's can hear.They stand with their mistress. The richest female in Japan. Though she is young she stands with no fear, no hatred. The group strives to live, Their secret hidden, only three people other than the group themselves know their secret. At the center of this all is but a single girl. Eighteen years of age and already the most powerful person in Japan.…

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She moved before she could think. Right as she lunged forward the shooter noticed her. It was a teenager, he looked between my brothers and mine. Out of shock he fired three times. She bit back her scream and tackled the boy. He fired two more times before she wrestled the gun out of his grip and kicked it away. She then pinned the male down. Panting, she held him in place, until the police came. The moment they got there she looked at them, then shot up to her feet, ignoring the wounds in her shoulder and torso. She ignored the warm liquid dripping from three bullet wounds in her torso, and the two in her shoulder. All barely missing her chest. But the blood flowed like rivers from her wounds.She ran into the bathroom, calling out to her brother. He came out but froze at the sight of his elder sister. His eyes red from silently crying once again began to flow with tears. He let out a choked sob. The older female lunged forward. Engulfing her younger brother into a tight hug. But then her knees buckled. She fell but her brother caught her. He began to drag her out of the bathroom. Calling out for help, holding hope despite knowing she was already fading. Realizing the adults can't help. He dropped down, placing his sister's head into his lap and cried as the woman who raised him began to fade away. The kind light that was once in her eyes began to fades away. Her breathing began to slow. Her eyes began to close. He just cried even harder as he died in his arms. The policemen cried with the boy as they restrained the shot. In the end there was one death.In a different world. In a different reality. In a world where superhuman powers exist a girl shouldn't have been born. A girl who will one day hold extraordinary powers. A girl who could either destroy the world or save it. A girl who shouldn't exist. Should know but does know. A girl who may just be the last hope of this world. Will she be the hero this world needs? Or will her presence help with its downfall?…

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She hated him. She was tired of this endless cycle. She just wanted peace. She was tired of his greed. She never loved him. She was only doing her job as his doctor. He was always taking away her loved ones. Killing them. Turning them into demons. Just to reach her. After three thousand years. After countless lives. After being born and dying to many times to count. She's had enough. After arriving at her home after sell charcoal. To find her family dead. Her brother a demon. She decided enough was enough. So. She'll kill him. Muzan was a dead man. And it'll be by her hands that he'll die.…

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A small six year old girl giggled as she played in the water. It was a peaceful day. A peaceful night. It always was in the village of Terra. Living in this small village. Consisting of only one hundred people. These people are known as the Fauna Clan. Consisting of people that can morph into animals. They are known for their strange eyes. Either being Steel Blue or Sage Green, along with the ability to change the shape and size of their pupils. Their Ruby Red hair was also a well known feature they all shared. Always long. Always braided.The small girl looked into her reflection. Giggling at the sight of her waist landed ruby red braided hair. Her miss-matched eyes. The left eye a bright steel blue, the right a bright sage green. She giggled as she jumped into the water. Then she looked up to her elder brother. Who was playing with her. The girl looked up. Giggling at the fourteen year old boy. He laughed with her. His own knee length ruby red braided hair swayed as he chased his sister.Their playing and giggling came to a stop though. The reasoning. The sound of screaming and fighting. The boy shot over to the younger girl's side. He grabbed his sister's shoulders and yanked her back. But the small girl lunged forward. She took off into a jog. Her bare feet jumping over rocks and twigs. She moved faster than the human eye could see. Her brother was running hot on her heels. Though he was slower. He screamed out to his little sister.The girl came to a sliding stop. Leaving scorch marks behind her as she slid to a stop. Her eyes went wide at the sight before her. Her home, her village, her family. Her cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents were screaming and fighting. Fire burning down houses. Blood staining their roads. Her brother lunged into action. Turning into a giant bear and joining in with the fighters. The girl again took off in a dead run. Moving about two times faster than earlier. As she ran screaming out for her mother, for her father.…

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The Sixteen year old girl sat in a tree. Her eyes never strayed away from the twelve year old boy fishing. She needed to watch him. She needed to protect him. To help him grow. To help him learn. After all, it was her job. She was his big sister, and Auntie Mito always says the eldest always protects the youngest. Auntie Mito also always says the string must protect the weak. Not pray on them. That's why Auntie Mito made Tia promise to protect the weak.Tia always keeps her promises. She promised Gon when he was a baby that she'd never leave him. At least not by choice. She also promised him she'd always protect him. No matter what, Tia even has the scars to prove it. Scars, they always made the villagers cringe. They always made Auntie Mito flinch. But Tia wore them like medals. After all, scars meant you survived. Scars meant you grew. You grew smarter, stronger, and faster.Mito shook her head. Coming from her thoughts and again looked at her baby brother. Gon Freecss. He was trying to catch the lord of the coast. After all, Auntie Mito refuses to let him go until he catches it. And Tia won't go anywhere without Gon.She had to, needed to protect him. And she will. Along with Grandma. And Mito. And Gon. And whoever else can break through her armored wall. She'll protect anyone who needs to be protected. After all, the string protects the weak.Suddenly a question hit Tia. What would papa think of her resolve? Would papa agree? Disagree? Ehh. Tia didn't care. Papa does what he wants. So will Tia, and she wants to protect the weak. So she will. Tia watched as her baby brother yanked on his fishing rod. She smiled a small smile as he successfully caught the lord of the cost. Looks like Tia and Gon are going to be headed to the Hunter Exam. Tia wondered what Auntie Mito would say. Oh well, they'll find out here soon. Tia just hoped she'd get to take Aki and Rin along. With that final thought she jumped from the tree branch and landed gracefully on her feet.…