P.O.V. 3rd
The same chime of an alarm can be heard going off in (Y/N)'s room as he slowly opens up his eyes. Looking to his right he turns off his alarm clock and slowly sits up, moments later walking out of his room and into the bathroom. After cleaning himself up he walks outside his room, only to be met with the smell of morning breakfast and the joy filled banter of his parents in the kitchen.
(Y/N): Mom and Dad?
Mom: Morning!
Dad: Hey there champ.
(Y/N): What are you guys doing here? Mom I thought you had to head out early today to teach those girls at school?
Mom: Yeah I did too, but apparently they canceled that training session to make time for something else. I'm only able to make breakfast for the two of you before I need to head out myself. So with that said sit down and eat up!
(Y/N)'s mother flashes him a smile as she turns around and continues cooking, his father smiles at his son before returning to the newspaper in his hands, going back to reading all the latest articles. Visibly surprised by this (Y/N) stared for a few seconds longer, soon after a small smirk managed to find it's way onto his face. His body moves forwards and he pulls out a chair and sits down as his mother magically slides a plate in front of him. A hearty breakfast is placed before him with eggs, meat, and large pancakes. However as (Y/N) begins to eat he doesn't notice his mother sliding into his room behind his back. After finishing his plate (Y/N) was getting his clothes and everything else ready but as he went for his bag he noticed it wasn't in his room.
(Y/N): What? Where's my bag?
Mom: It's out here! Come on hurry up before you're late!
As he exit's his room he see's his Dad kissing his mother goodbye as she holds his school bag in her hands. Wearing a formal black suit with a skirt and black high heels she seems ready to start the day when needed. She looks to him and beckons him over quickly as he walks over to her. She hands him his bag and kisses his forehead before heading out the door herself. (Y/N) looks as she leaves the house and slowly starts putting on his bag.
Dad: Aren't gonna say goodbye to her?
His Dad suddenly speaks up as he leans on the wall with a smile on his face. Looking back at his father (Y/N) just gives him a blank stare before speaking up.
(Y/N): You know how the school is with her. She's the most beloved teacher there, and her skills when it comes to training are second to none. She has to hurry, plus she already knows how I feel about her.
(Y/N)'s mother was a teacher at a school for branded children. Although saying she was merely a teacher would be an understatement. She currently teaches at the most prestigious school for those with powers. Veil high has had most of, if not the strongest branded graduate from their establishment.
Dad: Well, you got me there. But it's not bad to remind her every now and again.
Rubbing the back of his neck his father comes off the wall before walking to the table and pulling up his duffel bag. Unzipping it he checks the contents of the bag before pulling out a camera and grabs the sash, looping it around his neck.
(Y/N): Another photo shoot?
Dad: Yeah, the client this time want's a real extravagant looking one. I should be able to make it back home tonight, so I won't be gone for long.
(Y/N)'s father was a professional photographer. While most branded used their powers to defend their country and state from the onslaught of demons out in the world, others used their powers for less destructive purposes. Some became idols, other's make performance shows with them. With the up rising of that, some want their exploits and shows to be recorded in time forever, and that's where (Y/N)'s father comes in.
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The Branded
FantasyIt all started on that day, the day "The Branded" were "born." Girls all around the world were awoken to new powers, abilities that would reshape mankind. Along with them came the evil's of the earth, the "Demons" arose with them. Schools we're buil...