"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

|TW: h0rny teens| rantipole: a wild and reckless young person. That's the type of young lady that [Last Name][Name] has always sought to be. A loud teenager who can tear up the town on a Friday night and rant about how capitalism is the root of all evil without a care in the world. Her reputable life in America, however, never quite allowed for that. Her family takes pride in being pristine prodigies; never once has a [Last Name] spoken out of turn. The [Last Name] household avoids all controversy. Everyone was always watching, after all-- always listening. And once the spotlight got to be too much for her, [Name] fled. Tokyo is where she landed. A place where she hoped she could find companions to experience her remaining teenage youth with. Who knew she'd get wrapped into not one, but two separate teams of high school boys, obsessed with the very sports she had been so well known for in the life she'd hoped to escape?

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.