[Third installment of Glassy Sky] ~I have twisted morals. I do what I want, not what I think is right. I drink too much, I have the perpetual urge to punch something, I'm rude to everyone for no reason, and I still don't know how to swim. It's best if you don't look up to me the way you do~ The pain is in the past. Buried. Yosuga would rather act like it never happened than deal with it, which could be a good or a bad thing. Moving on can be a good thing, but with her coping methods, constant stress, and a new problem seemingly popping up every other day, it's hard to tell what's going on in her mind.

~In the Shimizu Clan, you must be strong and smart. Obedient and stern. Merciless and cruel. You can have no flaws. Only perfection is allowed. You are not allowed to be caring merciful.~ It's because of this that Yosuga is seen as one big flaw to her father. No matter how hard she tries, she's never good enough. She's never strong enough. She's weak. Though when she gets placed on Team 7, things start to change and Yosuga realizes just how strong she really is.

Fuzen Kanpeki has shattered. With permission from the Hokage, she has left all she has known: her family, her house, her village, her friends. She has only one goal in mind. She must grow stronger. She must grow stronger than her father, than her sadness, strong enough to live and breath beneath this guilt that pulls her down. Because she knows. She knows it's her fault that he died. She knows that she's always been weak. And she knows that she must overcome. Just how far will Fuzen go to find the strength that she needs?

Meet Fuzen Kanpeki. She leads a normal life. A student in the ninja academy at Konoha. A good student. A couple of friends. A family to come home to every day. Mother, Father, Sister. A loving family, no? That's right. No.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018