Broken Smile

Prologue

Warnings are at the bottom since nothing really happens in this chapter. Check it out if you have anything against it.

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I whined as Mom grabbed my ear, scowling at my brother who was snickering. It was then my turn to snicker as Dad grabbed his ear and pulled him along with us to the car, where our parents took the liberty of packing for us since we were having a flour fight in the kitchen.

When we got to the car, I saw that Kiara was braiding the hair of a sleeping Kiana, Kani was teasing Kylo about being a nerd, and our neighbor watching us to make sure we didn't break into a fight... again.

"Get into the car, and don't fight it, young lady," Mom ordered. I nodded meekly as she smacked the back of my head before kissing my cheek. I grimaced and wiped it off, knowing she probably got lipstick on me. I snickered as I saw my brother get the same treatment.

Our car had nine seats and an area for the trunk, meaning that all eight of us could fit with a bit of room to spare. As usual, we got in from oldest to youngest; Kylo, Kani, Kenzi, me, Kiara, and Kiana. Since the seats weren't even, we were also sitting next to each other.

As you can see, my parents were a bit obsessed with 'K' names. A little explanation would help a bit too, I guess.

My mother was short and quirkless, but she was a bit feisty. My father had a quirk called Double, meaning that he could double the amount of any inanimate object. He couldn't do people, animals, or plants, though. I'm pretty sure his quirk is also why each sibling has a twin.

My oldest siblings were Kani and Kylo. Short explanation for them was that Kani's the bully that doesn't know how to express emotion and Kylo's the nerd that mother hens all of us. Kylo was also quirkless while Kani's quirk was constantly active. It was called Multiply, meaning that anything that he touched multiplied no matter what. The downside was that the multiplies were always knockoffs that lasted for a month. He multiplied Kylo and got an identical statue. The same thing happened with animals and plants.

Kenzi and I were the middle twins. We were the pranksters, although Kenzi had a shorter temper than me and I had a tendency to rile him up, usually starting a fight. Kenzi's quirk was called Wind, which was pretty self-explanatory.

Kiara and Kiana are our younger sisters. Kiara was quirkless, like Mom and Kylo while Kiana had a quirk. She had better hearing, sight, smell, and overall senses, as well as a cat-like tail and ears.

As for my own quirk, I called it Aura. It was a simple name, but it worked like nothing any of my family members had ever seen.

The way it worked was that I had a heightened sense of sight and a slightly heightened sense of smell, both for good reasons. For example, everyone had a different aura, like each person had their own scent. I was able to see the aura of everyone–the main color, if it's tainted, how pure it is–and all that jazz. If I'm close enough to that person, say four or five feet, I would also be able to smell their scent to give confirmation that I picked up their aura right due to the backlash.

With my quirk, I can also mimic aura's and change the aura of that person for a short amount of time. By mimicking someone's aura, I literally meant copying their aura to a T. Emotions, attitude, thought set, I got everything but physical looks and their quirk. I could get the same backlash as them if I used my own quirk though, like I once copied an earth manipulation quirk whose backlash was complete numbness and the inability to move their arms and legs. I used my aura quirk, mimicked them, and then used my own quirk and got the same backlash.

Mom says that if I train hard enough in the future, I can make someone do things for me if I change their aura enough. It was never permanent, so I also wouldn't have to worry about that.

"Kids, we're here!" Dad called from the front, opening the door. I blinked and looked back at my siblings, holding in a snicker. Since there were three seats next to each other in the back, Kani and Kenzi had to sit next to each other. Since both of them always fell asleep in the car, Kenzi had his head on Kani's shoulder and Kani had his head on Kenzi's, while Kylo simply ignored both of them and had his feet over their laps as he blearily rubbed his eyes.

I snagged my mother's phone and took a picture of the three before handing it back, sharing a smirk with her. I then pelted the three with bouncy balls I had brought for this occasion only.

Five minutes later, I was racing to the mall with three angry boys on my tail. I laughed as Kani cursed me loudly as he tripped. I could hear Mom scolding him on how an eleven-year-old boy like himself shouldn't be cursing at that age.

Kenzi and Kylo both caught up with me, Kylo panting and out of breath as Kenzi growled and tackled me, both of us breathing heavily but not as bad as Kylo was, seeing as we both ran and raced each other for a living.

"Boys! No fighting your sister!" Mom called.

"Yeah! Get your asses back here and help get your other sisters out!" Dad shouted at us.

"Kaneki!" Mom gasped before scolding him on his language. "I see where your son gets it now!"

A loud slap made me wince, watching as the bump on my father's head grew comically.

"What are you standing there for? Are you going to help or are you going to get the same treatment as him?!"

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Hola my Dragons and Wolves! I started a new book and I completely blame my friends for getting me into this fandom, both in real life and on the web. Yes, I know all of you will see this. Or I will force you to see this. One or the other.

Welp, see y'all later. P.S, this doesn't mean I'm gonna stop writing my other books. I literally wrote this one because it wouldn't stop bothering me and I knew I wouldn't be able to continue without writing this one.

Warnings are here:

This is Pro-Swearing. Not too excessive but y'all know Bakugou.

Depression, anxiety, insomnia, pyromania, possible kleptomania, IED/intermittent explosive disorder (Bakugou probably has this too), PTSD, and other possible mental ailments and disorders might pop up.

I'm making this realistic, AKA, injuries bleed. Bones might pop out of skin. Gore is gonna be there. Scratches, cramps, weirdoes, freaks, name it and it'll be there. No sex mentions and no smut or lemons. There might be fluff later–like, later later.

Gay crap'll be there. Not until later, though. I might hold a vote for couples later in the story.

You should probably leave if you are squeamish and you guys can tell me if I'm being too descriptive or something. You can comment positive criticism. I literally had a comment that said that "You're writing is is shit, dude. Wtf?"

A). Don't comment like that. Be courteous, even though I really don't care.

B). You used 'You're' wrong. It's 'Your' for that situation. You're is You Are, not possessive.

Now have a great time reading!

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