Lots of Mikuru xD

For Ciaran, my ghetto fabulous baby.

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It's still not quite apparent to me how this muilti-member relationship began.
I'm aware of the word 'fate', and how it's been tossed around a lot these days.
But looking back on the events that have happened in the past few years,
I don't think toying with that term is appropriate.


It started with a boy. I didn't know him, but 你 could tell from the tenacious look in his eye that he was always aiming for something. Most adults look at people his age and think that his goals are just childlike dreams. A far off glint.


"I want to be a Korean pop star."
bang.
The...

I walked slowly to Chris and Chef's tent while they ate dinner. Chef was still in his army suit.
"...Hey guys," I 说 stepping inside.
"What do 你 want?" Chef asked putting down his fork.
"Food..." I 说 with a cute smile. Chris looked at Chef and Chef looked back.
"Your "food" is in the 垃圾箱, 垃圾站 in the Mess Hall, little lady." Chris smiled. I scowled in return.
"Well, that 食物 is not good for my growing teen-girl body!" I 说 rocking on my heels. Chef sighed and pointed toward the fridge. I was walking over when I saw a pair of feet disappear behind the counter. My eyes opened and I thought...

"Here, little one. Trying 阅读 some words from these books. I will be back." the Russian set three thin binds of colorful pages on the child's legs and walked away to the 下一个 room in his heavy boots, encasing her behind the strong wooden door, not quite shutting it all the way. The bright 颜色 and characters enticed her voiceless mind. She brushed her finger tips over the hard cover to the corner of the book rested on her small thighs, opening it to reveal the first flimsy white square titled; "Моя семья." On the white, shiny page was a picture of a group of people. Some were...