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From the Ashes, Chapter 5Author's Note: Moonlightpheonix-xX and I are so awesome. :3 We finish a chapter and immediately start another one, XDDDD More mild language in this chapter, so I warn you. Moonlightpheonix-xX - we'll just call her Moon - says that she hopes you enjoy our new chapter!
Chapter 5: Chaos
Astro's eyes opened slowly and he groaned. Ugh…what happened? he asked himself. Picking up his head, he noticed that his head was weighed down by something. He brought his hand around to see what it was, and he saw a piece of rubble from a building. Eyes wide, Astro felt like his chest was going to explode. Oh, no… Oh, no…don't tell me…!
Lifting his head further, Astro saw that part of the highway was destroyed, and Astro was laying in the middle of the street below the highway, ground into the pavement, pieces of rubble strung around him.
Look what we did! the voice chuckled happily. Astro could practically hear its smile.
Astro: Boy of the Stars episode 1 pt. 3
The door to my house opened to my mom’s face, which was full of worry.
“Toby!!” she cried, wrapping me in a super-tight hug. I gave a little groan of annoyance, “Where on earth were you?! I was so worried, I—,” she broke off, seeing Inspector Tawashi standing there. Her face got pale. “Toby…” she started, but Tawashi interrupted her.
“Oh, there’s no need to be angry, Mrs. Tenma,” he said hurriedly, “Your son hasn’t done anything wrong.”
“Oh? Then, why…?” My mom trailed off, her expression confused.
“Good to see you home, Master Tenma,” our housebot said to me as I stepped away from the front door.
“Hi, Orrin,” I said. I gave an abrupt yawn, suddenly feeling extremely tired.
“Would Master Toby like something to eat?” Orrin asked.
“No… No, I think I’m just going to g
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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