(Y/n) P.O.V

Hiro walked me out of he lab and through the big main one where the gang was sitting, arguing.

"I REALLY WANT SOMEONE TO TELL ME A STORY!!!" Fred whined.

"Not know Fred!" GoGo muttered.

"BUT IM BOOORRREEED!!!" He whined. Hiro and I exchanged glances and walked over to the group.

"Is everything okay-?"

"NO I AM BORED!!" Fred cut in.

"Well Fred, we can't tell you a story now!" Honey Lemon said a little worried.

"I can!" I yelled loud enough for everyone to hear me. Everyone stared at me and shrugged.

"He like long stories." Wasabi explained, grabbing me a chair to sit on.

"Okay... I can do that." I said uneasily.

"What kind of stories do you like?" Fred asked me as the gang went separate ways in the lab. They went back to their work area and kept to themselves.

"Stories I can relate to." I said simply.

"Ooh! Tell me your favourite!" Fred begged like a child. I stifled a laugh and nodded, thinking about a good one.

I frowned slightly when I thought of nothing, I had no good memories of my childhood, no one told me stories.

I racked my brain to think of something when an idea slowly popped in my head.

"Okay... Once.... Love and Hatred met at... A crossing." I started. Fred was already staring in wonder at my not so good beginning.

"'They were mad at each other for... Letting two incompatible people start a family. A woman, of pure love fell for a man of pure hatred.

The woman's heart was so pure, she saw only goodness in the mans heart where as the man only saw hatred for her, he was jealous of her beauty and decided to get rid of her after inheriting her family wealth.

As the years went on, Love and Hatred guides the young daughter of the two, being born with both hatred and love, she saw clearly through everything.

Then came the day when she went to sleep and woke up to find her mother, dead in the floor.

Hatred decided it was his time to lead the girl and made her miserable. The father of the girl came on and dragged her away from her dead mum, ordering her to report the case of murder and start the day as usual.

The girl, still controlled by Hatred hated everything. She believed that it was her fault her mother died and that she should go.

Love was at the rescue through and told her to do good, her mother would want that and so she took maters into her own hand.

The girl's father started to abuse her, treating her like filth and starving the poor girl. Eventually, the little girl ran away from home at the age of 12.

She found an abandoned home and took refuge there, she stole the things she needed and lived in peace.

She attended school to finish education and all the time lied about her family. She told everyone that she was rich and had a perfectly normal life.

A year later and the girl had no friends, she was stealing some food when a boy caught her.'" I stopped speaking to give a rest.

"What happened?!" Fred begged. I noticed the gang slowly stop their work and walk over to us.

"Am I too loud?!" I asked worried

"No! We just wanted to hear the story." Hiro said. I nodded and thought of where I left off.

"The girl was caught stealing?" GoGo reminded me.

"'Oh right! Yes! The girl was caught stealing food by a boy a year or so older than her.

At first she was terrified of him and thought he would report her to an orphanage so she lied once more, saying she was rich. She met his friends and they all hung out.

After a while, the girl grew tired of lying, her life was miserable no matter what.

After being accepted into the school of her new friends, she didn't show up for a whole week, only returning looking tired and weak.

She continued to go to school for the next two weeks, looking sicker and sicker every day.

Eventually, the girl was found on the floor, unconscious on the school hallway. She had held her breathe to try to end herself.

She came out of her unconscious state when one of her new friends found her, waking her up gently.

She excused herself and ran to her abandoned home, worried and tired. As she did this, her closest friend noticed something drop from her hoodie pocket, it was an illegal tool.

Her best friend consoled her and was surprised to see that his friend was active in illegal activity, it broke them dearly.

They ended up having a fight and the girl continued home, angry and upset.

She collapsed onto her thin mattress bed and sobbed a river. She only stopped crying to grab a sharp tool to hurt herself with-'"

"She didn't die?!" Fred squealed in horror.

"FRED!" Everyone yelled.

"Sorry... Continue." He urged. I smirked and nodded.

"She had made some deep cuts when she dropped the tool, her mother would not have wanted this at all.

Thinking of her mother made the little girl sad, she longed to see her mother again.

In result, she wrote a suicidal note, removed her shoes from her feet as done in Japanese culture and killed herself.

Her bestest friend who she had grown to fall in love with found her shoes and the note and cried.

He told everyone about the girl's demise and they had a funeral for her.

The little girl, now an angel found her mother at the gates of heaven, enjoying her time with her and watching over her loved ones from above.

The girl then met with Love and Hatred, both whom explained their purpose in life.

Hate, a symbol to show that blood isn't as pure as what we think and Love, to remind us that we can purify our own blood through many ways.'" I finished my story with an awkward series of silence.

The silence was interrupted however, by Fred sighing dramatically. "That, was an epic story." He exclaimed.

"I have a question, did the little girl's friends find out why she died?" Honey Lemon asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"How?" Wasabi asked.

"Well, she told them in the suicidal letter." I explained.

"I'm going to make a comic book based on this, starting right now!" Fred declared, pulling spare paper and pens from a drawer near by and writing it down.

"I have never heard of the story before, was it your favourite as a kid?" Hiro asked. I nodded feebly. Technically it was my life story, the suicidal parts I made up though.

"Woah... It's got a deep message." Fred gasped.

"You could put it that way." I said, staring at the clock that hung on the wall. It read 6:30, had I been here for that long? Bot fighting started soon!

I stood up quickly and smiled. "Sorry, my mum is home and she wanted me by 7:00", I have to go! See you tomorrow!" I lied, standing up and rushing home to get ready for my fight.