Themanyfacesoflahman

Chapter 2 A New Lease As Maon left his house for school the next morning, he took in a deep breath and smiled wide as the sun shone on his pale skin. "Oh gods, does this feel great. Not waking up to a cell feels amazing!" As he started walking down the stairs, he noticed a figure at the bottom of the stairs. His Pence Nez, which were hanging around his neck on a bead chain for easy access, levitated them to his nose to get a better look, and could now clearly see the figure. It was a dark-haired girl, slightly taller than Konata, wearing rounded glasses. "Uh, can I help you, ma'am?" Upon closer inspection, he noticed that a small bit of dro

Chapter 1: Sore Thumb In a classroom in a school in Kasukabe, the students filed into the room casually, taking their seats in preparation for the new school year. Soon, the three friends of that class showed up: Konata Izumi, Miyuki Takara, and Tsukasa Hiiragi. "I heard we were getting a new student arriving today. I wonder what they're like." Said Miyuki, looking thoughtful. "I heard he had to go through a lot of legal work to even go to a public school. I wonder what was keeping him from just enrolling." Tsukasa added, before Konata tossed in one of her  theories. "Maybe he's from a prison or asylum, and he did something really

Lucky Star Fanfic: The new boy Prologue: Second Chance We start our tale at an asylum on the outskirts of Tokyo. A gloomy looking structure that held a young, innocent-looking, volatile secret in it's rear-most cell. In that cell lie a small figure, at least small for a 17-year-old who had spent most of his life in that stone tomb he called home. There was a knock on the steel door, and a guard said bluntly. "Your social worker's here, kid." The figure slowly looked up as a woman in a three-piece suit walked in, the door staying open behind her. "How are you today? Well, I suppose that's a sort of stupid question to ask, huh?" The figure co

The tale of Enigma, the Reality-bender A long time ago, back when creatures of myth ran free, and these creatures and human were able to commune, for the most part, peacefully, a child was born. This child was born with something that nobody had seen in ages: a sigil shallowly carved into his chest. When the magi that kept records of the arcane world were asked the meaning of this, it meant that the child was to embody the meaning of this sigil. But, to the dismay of the keepers and the parents of the child, no past record of the sigil had been found. As the child grew, he went through life as a normal kid. The only thing that worried the p