Date: June 8th, 80 AGW
Subject: Kestrel "Predator" Branwen
Location: Beacon Academy, Kestrel's room.
Gear: Spectre Knife
Status: Active, angy >:(
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Usually. The "Same shit, different day" would be said here. But after what Kestrel found out last night... I think we can agree that it isn't an "SSDD".
Anyways, a normal sized Cross and Yang were sitting down on a couch staring at their laps in shame for what happened last night with Kestrel angrily tapping his foot glaring the fuck out of them.
Kestrel: ...Are you gonna talk? Say something?
Yang: ...That I'm sorry?
Kestrel: (Glaring at Yang while he angrily sighs) Yang, what you did yesterday. I... I actually don't know what to say in this situation but, I can't tell if I'm disappointed or-or... I don't know. Just, tell me he didn't cum inside of you.
Cross: Actually, it doesn't matter because this body is infertile...
Kestrel: (Stares confused at Cross) ...I don't believe you.
Yang: (Also staring at Cross) What the fuck you mean "infertile"?
Cross: Well, there's a really simple explanation for all of it. I think a demonstration would be better though...
Kestrel: I don't want to see your dick.
Cross: It's not that... Just look.
He said, before his body began melting for a moment and soon turned to dust, which quickly disappeared from sight. It wasn't even blown away or anything, the majority of it simply disappeared into nothing, leaving only a small pile of it on the sofa.
Kestrel/Yang: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
Kestrel: Did he die? (Looked around)
Yang: (Says quickly after Kestrel gave the question) How did he turn to dust?
Kestrel: (Says instantly after with his thinking pose) At least I don't have to deal with a nephew yet.
Yang: (Looks at Kestrel) What the fuck?
It wasn't long until the dust multiplied once more, turning into a white-ish slime which quickly reformed into the shape of Cross and took its normal color, though a bottle of milk was in his lap now as well..
Both of them turned at him.
Kestrel: Where the fuck did you got the milk, and are you gonna say what the actual fuck was that?
Yang: (mumbling) That explains why I barely felt anything last night... {ex-fucking cuse you?} [Comedic purposes]
Cross: Well, I got the milk because I could have just pulled the ultimate dad-move of going out for milk. I came back though, and second, I only need my soul to survive, this body is basically just a hodgepodge of slime, dust, and random stuff in the air.
Kestrel: So I can do knife practice and use you like those testing dummies?
Cross: In theory, yes. In practice I still feel pain because I'm good enough at possession and puppetry, so I'll do the same to you if you try.
Kestrel: Okay, It's gonna be worth it.
He proceeds to stab Cross in the leg with the knife, which simply causes Cross to frown and slightly growl.
Cross: You asked for it. (he said, before he threw a near identical knife into Kestrel's leg, though this one was made up of entirely red magic instead of steel, rubber and Plasma on the edge.)
As the knife hit Kestrel's leg. He looked at it for a few seconds then felt pain grow up. He did not scream as he internally thanked the upgrades in his body made by the Spectre suit.
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FanfictionThis is my description. There are many like this one, but this one is mine. Kestrel Branwen the twin brother little brother of Yang Xiao Long, who was also left behind to live with his father after his Mother Raven Branwen left for her tribe for an...
