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Psalm 4: Brokenhearted

Quick update, but it's short.

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Psalm 34:18 NIV

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

Neutron:

It wasn't much more than a day when I arrived at the place; an inn, with bustling chatter among other things. There was a magic sign on top of the entrance, and music, played by the band, was blasting through the windows.

Before I had arrived, I changed into a pretty, blonde, thin, and buxom young lady. Men always seem to like girls with big chests, so I am going to seduce them this way.

I went into the inn. I was almost unnoticed, except for the few head turns made by men as I passed by them.

I looked over the band. I didn't see the boy who was dancing in the picture; maybe he wasn't a band member. But the singer looked exactly like him; maybe his sister?

The band stopped, saying that they were taking an hour lunch break. The drummer, a boy who had everything black on, went to the counter near me.

I slid unto the counter right next to him. "Hello there," I tried my best to say with a seductive smile.

But his face grew pale. "I-i-it's you!" He yelled as he ran away.

I ran after him. He was squeezing the singer to death. She noticed me and smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that. Vlad's just scared of big breasted women."

What the hell. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE???

"Whoa, for real?" The violinist asked, voicing my thoughts. "But you're big boobed Elsa."

She stared at him. "Glad of you to notice. But I guess that I don't count cause I'm his sister."

Uh, this was too much for me. I looked at the other guys, but they noticed me and looked away. How is this even possible? Especially with this body... the stress was too much for me. "You guys are great! I guess that I'll stay!" Those were the words that came out of my mouth.

But they're not the words I wanted to say. I wanted to say you guys are horrible. I'm leaving.

My tsundereitis was acting up again. (A/N anime fans: yes, it does come from the anime term "tsundere". It's a lot like it too.) I gasped a little and put my hand over my mouth.

Elsa smiled. "That's great!"

"That's what I meant to say." The words just came out of my mouth. I put both hands over my mouth this time.

Elsa looked confused. "Are you alright?"

The pianist, a depressed looking guy, looked over at me. "What are you selling here?" He asked angrily. "Are you using some kind of sick joke on us? Tsundereitis? Why even come up to us?"

I was stressed. And upset. And brokenhearted. The guy I had a crush on wasn't here and everything was going wrong. Even my tsundereitis acted up. And now, this guy was yelling at me.

So, I ran away.

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Elsa

"What did you do that for?" I yelled at Daichi.

He shrugged. "She was obviously tricking us.

"With whatever tsundereitis is? No she wasn't!"

He glared at me. "Tsundereitis is a genetic disorder where the affected person always says the opposite of what they want to say. For example, if they're hungry, they'd say 'I'm not hungry.' I just can't believe that she'd even come up to us with that sort of disorder."

That was it. I raised my hand in attempt to slap him. He was surprised, but caught my wrist before it hit him; he hardly showed emotion this whole time.

"How can you say that? I'm sure that she was trying really hard to not let her tsundereitis not take control! She was probably just in need of our help, with so many emotions mixed within her. In fact, she's like you, with a disorder in her that she can't control. And even though you're 'so smart', YOU CAN'T EVEN FRICKEN' REALIZE THAT!!!!"

I sobbed into his chest. "In Lake Forest, we call the feeling of having many emotions inside us being [brokenhearted]," he murmured.

He stepped back. "Alright, I've got a plan to make up for her." Daichi looked at everyone. "But I need your help. We need to create a song that shows that we're, especially me, sorry. Let's stay late into the night. She'll come tonight, if I know people, so we need to hurry."

Six hours. That's all we had.