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A point commission forMyLittleGojira , I hope you like it! He also made a short story for this drawing. It is in the perspective of his character Midnight (the girl in blue)

We burst through the front door, limping into the house as best as we could. It was hard to move about in the home with our injuries, and even harder to keep blood from dripping on the carpet. Another mission gone wrong, horribly wrong. And for once, it wasn't that dunce Bullet's fault. Sure, he mucked up a bit, but he was following my orders. My stupid, misjudged orders...

Tonight was my fault.

"Easy, easy!" He said to me as he moved my body through the living room, carrying me over his shoulder. I felt bad having to put that burden on him, carrying me like I was one of his rescues. But it wasn't like I had many options myself. Not when that last fight destroyed me... He set me down gently on the couch, laying me down carefully on my back. I still winced in pain, but I was prepared for that. He still looked worried...

"Nathan..."

"Crap...this looks bad..." He removed his goggles to get a better look at my wounds. The expression on his face showed a large amount of reason to worry for myself. "Alright um...good news is, nothing is broken. Bad news is, there is a lot of blood. I'm gonna grab some bandages and medicine, just...stay here."

"Great, I thought with my legs and dizziness that I could go just about anywhere. Thanks for the clarification..."

"Leave the snark to me, Night Light." The brown haired jerk got up and headed past the couch towards what I assumed was the kitchen. He knew the layout of the place better than I did anyway. But then again, it was his house.

Which lead me to start asking more legitimate conversation topics. "Are you sure we'll be safe here?" I shouted to him from the couch, not wanting to get up to talk. There were no cars in the driveway, so I had to assume we were the only ones here right now.

"Dad's away at work." My partner shouted back, though I couldn't quite see his face or where he was standing right then. All I had to go on was the sound of where his voice was coming from, and it sounded like he was coming back already. "He works late shifts, so I can keep you here without him knowing." He started pouring a disinfectant into a clean rag, getting ready to rub it into my cut legs.

"And what about your mom?" I got no response from him. Just a blank, empty stare into my eyes. It was like he was staring into my very soul as his answer, and he wouldn't let me look away. Like something had gravitated my vision towards his own windows into his mind. But this time was different, empty. Not the energized Nathan I went to school with, nor the courageous and inexperienced Bullet I fought alongside. This was like...someone else entirely- "AG!"

"Oh sorry, did that hurt?" I looked down to see he had applied the medicine into the wound before I had a chance to let him. Like his own lack of a response had distracted me. But it still bugged me...based on his response, I thought it best to leave it alone. Touchy subject, maybe... "Trust me, we'll be fine here. Safer than any of your safehouses...how did they get compromised anyway?"

And now there was the subject of how we got so hurt to begin with. I opened my mouth to start the long winded talk I dreaded to talk to him about, but I kept up as he wrapped bandaging around my scratched and slashed legs. "Well, for starters, it started with the battle against that armored jerk...Hunter, I think."

"The hired assassin? What about him?"

"You do realize he was contracted to kill us? He didn't care about us, his boss did. And HE was the one who wants us gone." I shuddered as I recalled being faced down by that same man who hired the assassin, the mastermind behind the Ghosts, and creator of the New Humans. An invincible warrior, kept alive only by his powers of regeneration, and a cunning mind of a war tactician. "He calls himself...Ultima..."

"...and I thought my names were bad."

"Nathan! Ag!"

"Hey, if you're just gonna keep throwin' attitude, I'm just gonna keep stingin'. Got it?" He kept scrubbing it into my wounds, though more gently this time as he had already made his point with the sting. "So, what is Ultima exactly?"

"He...is the reason this fight was a war to begin with." I said with a hint of sadness in my tone, trying to refrain from letting out certain parts of my past. The parts I was still uncomfortable with, at least... "I was part of a larger team a couple years back. Our leader was waging war against Ultima in a grudge match."

"Sounds like you've been fighting for too long, huh?" He chimed in while he started wrapping my arm in bandaging. I basically let my body go limp and let him do his work at this point...he was surprisingly good at this bandage work. "What happened to them then?"

"Nathan...I'm all that's left of them." I said grimly, hating to remember the cruel fates that befell my allies... "I'm just trying my best to continue the fight...Nathan, this is why I tried taking you on as a partner...you and I are all that's left to fight off Ultima."

"Y...you want me...to fight in your war?"

"I know you joined forces with me because you wanted to be a hero...but there is something much bigger than both of us right now. If you want to back out now, this is your only chance."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Huh?" I stammered a bit, surprised by the fact that he had suddenly grabbed my own hands and held them tight. Where was this coming from? What was this?

"Look, you took those wounds you have now because you took a hit that was meant for me. Sure, you kept stuff from me in the past, but...you also gave me more than enough reason to trust you, especially if you're willing to go this far for me...I'm with you 'til the end."

I was taken aback by this sudden dedication. After all the insults, the fights, the arguments...this idiot still had so much faith in me, a girl who's face he didn't even know. I felt so horrible...he had done so much for me when I had barely given anything back. That was when I felt a small trickle of blood drip down my face, running down the side next to my eye. It was gonna ruin my mask at this rate...

Then it was time to take it off at last...

I reached up to grab one of the ends, and Nathan suddenly looked shocked. He reached with high speeds for my arm, trying to keep me from taking my mask off it seemed. Was he...was he scared to see my face? "Nathan? What are you doing?"

"Y...You never trusted me with your identity before. I...I feel wrong seeing it now. Are you sure?"

"Bullet...no...Nathan Smith...you have gone above and beyond the call of duty in the past 3 months, and gone to extreme lengths to help me in my cause. You have progressed from a dumb kid with no knowledge of powers...to my most invaluable partner." I grabbed his hand in turn, gently moving it down so I can remove the mask myself. "I trust you with my job, my life...and my face."

The moment of truth...

I pulled off the facial fabric obscuring my face, showing the shamed rich girl I truly was underneath. The girl who wanted to run away and hide from the world, the girl who wanted to be forgotten, to have given anything to detach herself from her father's name. And as of now...my partner's classmate at school, the one I could tell he recognized more than he should have.

The look of sudden shock on his face as he finally realized who I was, that Nicole Baxter-one of the richest girls on the East Coast-was his friend, trainer, and partner. He was visibly lost in disbelief, trying to struggle to give a reaction. "N...Nicole?..."

"I know...you're disappointed..." I admitted aloud, ashamed to finally show my face to him. He was my friend, he looked up to me...and this reveal could have either made or broke this relation. The fact that I had been so mean to him both with and without the mask, he could finally see my true colors this way. Or what was left of color. All I felt that was left was a very dark grey...

Until light started flittering into my soul again, the moment I felt his arms wrap around me. Less of wrapping, more like he had tossed them around me in a quick fit of panic. I had leaned back a bit in surprise, unsure of what exactly brought on this reaction. He had never behaved like this before. "N-Nathan?"

"It was you..."

"Huh?"

"I can't believe it was you all along!" He shouted in what sounded like a mix of emotions. Too many emotions to be able to tell exactly what kind of reaction he was trying to convey, but based on the physical gesture, he seemed rather happy? "Y-You were watching me all this time, trying to take care of me! Trying to train me! E-Even when I thought you weren't around, you...you were by my side the entire time..."

"Nathan..." I returned the hug in turn, wrapping only my right arm as it was the only limb left not in wrapping. He could very clearly show he was happy to receive that gesture too, as I could hear him starting to sob a bit. "You really are a crybaby, y'know?..."

"I thought...after the fire at the Cerberus Station, I thought I lost you, Nicole. I thought you..." So that's what this was about...I knew he cared about me, but...I never bothered to fathom how much I actually meant to him. I should have paid more attention, I should have been there for him more... "But you're back now..."

"Nate..."

"I have you back, the master who trained me, the friend who stood for me, the girl...th-the girl I..."

I pulled away a bit as the words failed to escape his lips, unable to comprehend what it was he had been trying to say. But his facial expression seemed to have twisted a bit, continuing the struggle of emotional conveying. The girl I what? What did this boy have to...

Girl...boy...could he have?...

He leaned his head in closer towards me, our faces merely inches apart at this point. I didn't stop it, though, something inside me had told me to stay as I was. It felt nice, staying this close with him. To be able to have this moment, like I could feel at peace with him nearby. Peace...a feeling I hadn't been able to grasp for too long.

I missed that sensation...

I leaned my head in closer, our foreheads pressing against each other and closing the distance. I wanted to be closer, wanting to be close enough to hear his voice in case he wanted to finish his sentence at long last. Those last few words I needed to hear. Those last, specific three words. But I got something better, as Nathan finally closed the remaining distance between us...and I held him in a returning embrace.

The moment we shared that night stayed between us.
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Description
A point commission forMyLittleGojira , I hope you like it! He also made a short story for this drawing. It is in the perspective of his character Midnight (the girl in blue)

We burst through the front door, limping into the house as best as we could. It was hard to move about in the home with our injuries, and even harder to keep blood from dripping on the carpet. Another mission gone wrong, horribly wrong. And for once, it wasn't that dunce Bullet's fault. Sure, he mucked up a bit, but he was following my orders. My stupid, misjudged orders...

Tonight was my fault.

"Easy, easy!" He said to me as he moved my body through the living room, carrying me over his shoulder. I felt bad having to put that burden on him, carrying me like I was one of his rescues. But it wasn't like I had many options myself. Not when that last fight destroyed me... He set me down gently on the couch, laying me down carefully on my back. I still winced in pain, but I was prepared for that. He still looked worried...

"Nathan..."

"Crap...this looks bad..." He removed his goggles to get a better look at my wounds. The expression on his face showed a large amount of reason to worry for myself. "Alright um...good news is, nothing is broken. Bad news is, there is a lot of blood. I'm gonna grab some bandages and medicine, just...stay here."

"Great, I thought with my legs and dizziness that I could go just about anywhere. Thanks for the clarification..."

"Leave the snark to me, Night Light." The brown haired jerk got up and headed past the couch towards what I assumed was the kitchen. He knew the layout of the place better than I did anyway. But then again, it was his house.

Which lead me to start asking more legitimate conversation topics. "Are you sure we'll be safe here?" I shouted to him from the couch, not wanting to get up to talk. There were no cars in the driveway, so I had to assume we were the only ones here right now.

"Dad's away at work." My partner shouted back, though I couldn't quite see his face or where he was standing right then. All I had to go on was the sound of where his voice was coming from, and it sounded like he was coming back already. "He works late shifts, so I can keep you here without him knowing." He started pouring a disinfectant into a clean rag, getting ready to rub it into my cut legs.

"And what about your mom?" I got no response from him. Just a blank, empty stare into my eyes. It was like he was staring into my very soul as his answer, and he wouldn't let me look away. Like something had gravitated my vision towards his own windows into his mind. But this time was different, empty. Not the energized Nathan I went to school with, nor the courageous and inexperienced Bullet I fought alongside. This was like...someone else entirely- "AG!"

"Oh sorry, did that hurt?" I looked down to see he had applied the medicine into the wound before I had a chance to let him. Like his own lack of a response had distracted me. But it still bugged me...based on his response, I thought it best to leave it alone. Touchy subject, maybe... "Trust me, we'll be fine here. Safer than any of your safehouses...how did they get compromised anyway?"

And now there was the subject of how we got so hurt to begin with. I opened my mouth to start the long winded talk I dreaded to talk to him about, but I kept up as he wrapped bandaging around my scratched and slashed legs. "Well, for starters, it started with the battle against that armored jerk...Hunter, I think."

"The hired assassin? What about him?"

"You do realize he was contracted to kill us? He didn't care about us, his boss did. And HE was the one who wants us gone." I shuddered as I recalled being faced down by that same man who hired the assassin, the mastermind behind the Ghosts, and creator of the New Humans. An invincible warrior, kept alive only by his powers of regeneration, and a cunning mind of a war tactician. "He calls himself...Ultima..."

"...and I thought my names were bad."

"Nathan! Ag!"

"Hey, if you're just gonna keep throwin' attitude, I'm just gonna keep stingin'. Got it?" He kept scrubbing it into my wounds, though more gently this time as he had already made his point with the sting. "So, what is Ultima exactly?"

"He...is the reason this fight was a war to begin with." I said with a hint of sadness in my tone, trying to refrain from letting out certain parts of my past. The parts I was still uncomfortable with, at least... "I was part of a larger team a couple years back. Our leader was waging war against Ultima in a grudge match."

"Sounds like you've been fighting for too long, huh?" He chimed in while he started wrapping my arm in bandaging. I basically let my body go limp and let him do his work at this point...he was surprisingly good at this bandage work. "What happened to them then?"

"Nathan...I'm all that's left of them." I said grimly, hating to remember the cruel fates that befell my allies... "I'm just trying my best to continue the fight...Nathan, this is why I tried taking you on as a partner...you and I are all that's left to fight off Ultima."

"Y...you want me...to fight in your war?"

"I know you joined forces with me because you wanted to be a hero...but there is something much bigger than both of us right now. If you want to back out now, this is your only chance."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Huh?" I stammered a bit, surprised by the fact that he had suddenly grabbed my own hands and held them tight. Where was this coming from? What was this?

"Look, you took those wounds you have now because you took a hit that was meant for me. Sure, you kept stuff from me in the past, but...you also gave me more than enough reason to trust you, especially if you're willing to go this far for me...I'm with you 'til the end."

I was taken aback by this sudden dedication. After all the insults, the fights, the arguments...this idiot still had so much faith in me, a girl who's face he didn't even know. I felt so horrible...he had done so much for me when I had barely given anything back. That was when I felt a small trickle of blood drip down my face, running down the side next to my eye. It was gonna ruin my mask at this rate...

Then it was time to take it off at last...

I reached up to grab one of the ends, and Nathan suddenly looked shocked. He reached with high speeds for my arm, trying to keep me from taking my mask off it seemed. Was he...was he scared to see my face? "Nathan? What are you doing?"

"Y...You never trusted me with your identity before. I...I feel wrong seeing it now. Are you sure?"

"Bullet...no...Nathan Smith...you have gone above and beyond the call of duty in the past 3 months, and gone to extreme lengths to help me in my cause. You have progressed from a dumb kid with no knowledge of powers...to my most invaluable partner." I grabbed his hand in turn, gently moving it down so I can remove the mask myself. "I trust you with my job, my life...and my face."

The moment of truth...

I pulled off the facial fabric obscuring my face, showing the shamed rich girl I truly was underneath. The girl who wanted to run away and hide from the world, the girl who wanted to be forgotten, to have given anything to detach herself from her father's name. And as of now...my partner's classmate at school, the one I could tell he recognized more than he should have.

The look of sudden shock on his face as he finally realized who I was, that Nicole Baxter-one of the richest girls on the East Coast-was his friend, trainer, and partner. He was visibly lost in disbelief, trying to struggle to give a reaction. "N...Nicole?..."

"I know...you're disappointed..." I admitted aloud, ashamed to finally show my face to him. He was my friend, he looked up to me...and this reveal could have either made or broke this relation. The fact that I had been so mean to him both with and without the mask, he could finally see my true colors this way. Or what was left of color. All I felt that was left was a very dark grey...

Until light started flittering into my soul again, the moment I felt his arms wrap around me. Less of wrapping, more like he had tossed them around me in a quick fit of panic. I had leaned back a bit in surprise, unsure of what exactly brought on this reaction. He had never behaved like this before. "N-Nathan?"

"It was you..."

"Huh?"

"I can't believe it was you all along!" He shouted in what sounded like a mix of emotions. Too many emotions to be able to tell exactly what kind of reaction he was trying to convey, but based on the physical gesture, he seemed rather happy? "Y-You were watching me all this time, trying to take care of me! Trying to train me! E-Even when I thought you weren't around, you...you were by my side the entire time..."

"Nathan..." I returned the hug in turn, wrapping only my right arm as it was the only limb left not in wrapping. He could very clearly show he was happy to receive that gesture too, as I could hear him starting to sob a bit. "You really are a crybaby, y'know?..."

"I thought...after the fire at the Cerberus Station, I thought I lost you, Nicole. I thought you..." So that's what this was about...I knew he cared about me, but...I never bothered to fathom how much I actually meant to him. I should have paid more attention, I should have been there for him more... "But you're back now..."

"Nate..."

"I have you back, the master who trained me, the friend who stood for me, the girl...th-the girl I..."

I pulled away a bit as the words failed to escape his lips, unable to comprehend what it was he had been trying to say. But his facial expression seemed to have twisted a bit, continuing the struggle of emotional conveying. The girl I what? What did this boy have to...

Girl...boy...could he have?...

He leaned his head in closer towards me, our faces merely inches apart at this point. I didn't stop it, though, something inside me had told me to stay as I was. It felt nice, staying this close with him. To be able to have this moment, like I could feel at peace with him nearby. Peace...a feeling I hadn't been able to grasp for too long.

I missed that sensation...

I leaned my head in closer, our foreheads pressing against each other and closing the distance. I wanted to be closer, wanting to be close enough to hear his voice in case he wanted to finish his sentence at long last. Those last few words I needed to hear. Those last, specific three words. But I got something better, as Nathan finally closed the remaining distance between us...and I held him in a returning embrace.

The moment we shared that night stayed between us.
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