(Inspired by Solo Leveling.)
At world's end and all that is left is the shadow swallowing it whole - but in my mind, I know... that it isn't my end. It is yours.
I head straight towards the doctor's office where I was told to meet up with this specific person that mom called in to help - I open up the door not bothering to knock seeing as I am expected. I then am met with a tired half-naked woman rubbing the side of her head.
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Another smoker? Why am I surrounded by smokers?
"Can I help you, kid?" I feel a nerve crack in my neck as I hear another voice call out.
"Get dressed! I told you to get ready an hour ago-"
She lazily looks over her shoulder, it is pretty much impossible to look at anything else than her chest. I shut my eyes tightly to stop myself before feeling someone appear behind me pushing me into the room.
"Morning."
"Hmm," the woman in front of me greets back, "Why so early again?"
"Because you work here now," Lauren counters, just get dressed.
She groans walking back into the room, I glance over at Mom who looks down at me, "That's Ashe. She will be helping you with emotion control and using it to boost your learning process - will talk about it inside."
We both walk in and she shuts the doors behind her. I glance over to the is Lauren who has gotten pants on at least, her hair is still a mess but she hasn't made any effort to button up her top.
Lauren then walks over, "This is my younger sister, Ashe. Lazy, slob, insomniac and a registered therapist."
I glance back at her as she is now sitting down taking a long sip from her cup - she looks deathly tired. Lauren then places a bunch of files on her table as Ashe adds, "And her slave."
"You wanted a job."
"Not to be a slave."
"You. Wanted. A. Job."
"Bitch," she mutters while taking a pull of her cigarette.
Mom then shakes her head, "Glad to see the two of you are getting along nicely. Ashe will you be able to go through his emotions? Maybe work to see if you can find a breaking point and or the limit it can go?"
She looks at me, "Same powers as you?"
"Very same."
She then cracks a smirk, "Oh, so this is your son?"
"In your pants please," Lauren scolds her grabbing the cigarette from her fingers and deadening it in her palms.
She sighs, "Code of Ethics and all that, Kiriko."
Mom nods, "Yeah?"
"You sure he can handle it?" then looking at me. "Not everyone's wired the same."
"You have better control over your power when you helped me back then and this isn't whether or not he can handle it but to force progression. We don't exactly have room to force him in situations where his emotions will be on overdrive."
