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Old Scars/Future Hearts (Multi-Anime FanFic)

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This is the story of a girl. Her friends. Her family. Her lover. And her enemies. Her life. This girl isn't ordinary. She's the product of science experiments that were never supposed to happen. Now, what could've been an ordinary girl, turned into...

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Cat Holton and Armin Arlert: SING

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by Neko-san_The_Killjoy

by Neko-san_The_Killjoy

(Cat's POV)

I sat outside my window on the roof. I looked up at the stars. I layed down, and started softly singing to myself.

Sing it out
Boy, you've got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it out
Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs
For every time that they want to count you out
Use your voice every single time you open up your mouth

A cool breeze blew my hair around, messing it up. I thought about the dance and what Askaki said to me. I felt my heart break more. Tears rolled down the sides of my face.

Sing it for the boys
Sing it for the girls
Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you're nuts
Sing it out for the ones that'll hate your guts
Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

"C-Cat...? What are you doing out here alone?" I heard Armin ask.

"N-Nothing..." I whispered.

"I heard you singing. You can continue... I-if you want to, that is..." Armin blushed.

Sing it out, boy they're gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out, girl before they kill what tomorrow brings
You've got to make a choice
If the music drowns you out
And raise your voice
Every single time they try and shut your mouth

Armin layed down next to me, staring up at the night sky with me. I closed my eyes and let the music fill the silence. I had MCR playing from my phone, same album as my oversized tee, the Danger Days.

(Armin's POV)

Passion filled Cat's voice as she sang out into the night. I wrapped my arm around her tightly, pulling her close.

Cleaned-up corporation progress
Dying in the process
Children that can talk about it,
Living on the webways
People moving sideways
Sell it till your last days
Buy yourself a motivation
Generation Nothing,
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of a white dream
I am not the singer that you wanted
But a dancer
I refuse to answer
Talk about the past, sir
Wrote it for the ones who want to get away
Keep running!

Cat opened her eyes and looked at me for a spit secind before closing her eyes again. She continued singing, her voice sweet and rebellious.

I could tell she was holding back tears at this part. I turned onto my side to face her. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She started choking up, causing her voice to break.

Got to see what tomorrow brings
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world
Girl, you've got to be what tomorrow needs
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

Cat fell asleep in my arms. I walked her inside and layed her down on her bed. I shut and locked the window.

I looked back at her. She was trembling in her sleep. I layed down next to her, and I felt her cuddle close to me as I fell asleep.