Vasco: Who Thinks I Can Fit 15 Marshmallows In My Mouth? Zack: You're A Hazard To Society Danny: And

Part 2

When a man's pride is wounded the outcome is usually unfortunate for the other party.

Perhaps he had been too brazen that morning, or his nonchalance had affected Zack more than he realized because the boy came into the convenience store seething. When his eyes landed on the small figure behind the counter his face twisted into a smirk that would have sent past Daniel probably running for the hills.

Currently, however, Danny had grown to have more faith in his smaller body, even if all the work he had put into losing weight had been reversed, his mind still had all the moves he had learned over the years and under Gun's mentorship deeply ingrained. It was only a matter of his body getting used to the motions all over again, a task which he would have found quite daunting if not for both of his bodies' inhumane ability to perform moves by copying them down to their finest details and unleashing them at his behest.

All that said, it didn't change the flaring temper of the boxer currently leaning over the counter and staring down at him. The cashier looked up at him unimpressed and once again requested identification. This seemed to spark something because the next thing he knew Zack's face turned stormy and a fist came heading for his bulging belly. Daniel managed to keep his expression flat as he caught the incoming blow, though deep inside he snorted at Zack's gobsmacked expression.

"What the heck!"

"That pig actually caught his punch!"

"Zack must be getting sloppy!"

The last comment seemed to irk him indescribably and he turned his ire on his goons, dragging the mercilessly out of the store. Daniel waited until the banging and strangled yelps quieted down until he allowed himself a muffled giggle. In a good mood, he called his mom.

"Oh, who is this? My son~"

His smile grew larger and more genuine at the sound of his mother's voice, though he cringed when he recalled that around this time she would probably be busy picking boxes to make money for him.

"Hey mom, how are you?" His voice came out warmly, and one could easily guess that he was smiling.

"I'm well, how about you? Are you eating enough? How's your new place? Did you make any new friends?"

The boy resolved to try and repair all those years he had been unfilial to his mother and, in a light tone, began chatting with her about his new school and friends, concealing the truth about his other body. His mother was happy and her worries were put at ease so for now, they wished each other good night and hung up.

After the conversation, the pudgy boy returned to the store. As he was making his way behind the counter he caught sight of the lottery tickets near checkout and a thought struck him. Gaining money would be so much easier now that he knew the future (at least, to some extent).

If being around figures like Gun and Goo for so long had thought him anything outside of combat was that money made the world spin. With enough cash, you could get out of some really tough situations and cover up almost anything. Money could also be sent to his mother to ease her burdens, and it could become a factor that would greatly influence his actions in the future.

With his mind made up, Daniel pulled out his phone and went on numerous sites holding lotteries and such other games. He was only familiar with those whose prizes would appear on television during his night shift, but the amount was not negligible. Soon, he told himself, sneaking another glance at the lottery tickets and stifling an uncharacteristically sharp smirk. Soon, this would all be worth it.

He didn't get any more customers that night, so he used most of it to exercise, sorely missing the inches he had gained after losing weight and under the black-eyed maniac's tutelage. While this body worked well for him last time the boy refused to leave it all up to the - frankly ridiculous - luck that had saved him all those times in his past life. He would need agility to fight the stalker and the psycho obsessed with Zoe and other such unsavory characters he had had the misfortune of being met with last time. And that agility, and not to mention speed, would only come with a lighter body that could move properly without all the fat in the way.

The idea was practical, though he still wondered, even when he woke up the next morning in his tall slender body, how this decision would affect his interactions in the future. He looked forward to meeting Vasco, though it would probably be a shock to see his back to his naive self and so quick to judge someone based on appearance. It was already proving to be difficult not to equate these versions of his friend to those he knew they would become and sometimes he despaired at their current attitudes.

This huge relapse sometimes left him dazed. More so than his pride, it wounded his soft, bleeding heart to see all of their progress lost to the wind with them none the wiser.

Danny:Oh fiddlesticks! Zack: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

Should I make a sort of timeline for the loops?

Like, a pinned post with all of them in chronological order.

Thoughts?

#17

Danny: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress. Robin: Robin:...

Danny: Well, well, well… if it isn't my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.

Sinu: Violence isn't the answer. Sammy: You’re right. Sinu: sighs in relief Sammy: Violence is the question. Sinu: What? Sammy, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Sinu, running after her: NO-

Jay: I feel like doing something stupid. Danny: I’m stupid, do me.

Me walking in with my new crackship of Gun x Taehoon : I'm back

Honestly, I was just wondering how Zack and the others at J High would react to Taehoon considering his reputation and his whole persona.

Vasco would definitely pick a fight with him and seee him as a sort of mentor lol.

Also, the way you write Gun and Taehoon is really funny and I couldn't help but wheeze when I saw it - so Taegoon would be hilarious.

When Danny got a new friend who offered to train him no one batted an eye. Vasco congratulated him for making this effort to become better and that was that. Until it wasn't.

They didn't really figure it out at first. Many just thought he was an ordinary guy whose dad ran a dojo and who had dyed brown hair. Nothing too unusual. That was until Zack witnessed Danny use a 1080° kick during one of their fights with some delinquents who challenged them. He interrogated him frantically about where he had learned it and finally made the connection between his new friend and the taekwondo prodigy. (He was embarrassed about his stupidity for the rest of the day and Mira had to comfort him over the phone.)

Zack slipped and spread the news, as was expected of him, to his goons. It didn't take long for the whole school to know, and then even some of their acquaintances outside of school. When the 'Danny squad' met with him again after his identity had been revealed there was utter chaos.

"I want to fight you."

This was how Teahoon was greeted by his minion's friend, Vasco. He stared a bit at him, contemplating whether he had done something to slight him recently but before he could reply Zack piped in angrily.

"You can't just say that to people you moron! Besides....I wanted to fight him."

"Nu-uh, wait your turn dumbass." Vin Jin slapped him over the head haughtily, causing the already volatile boxer to tackle him.

"May I cut your hair?"

It wasn't a death threat, but it might as well have been. Especially with how the cotton-candy-haired boy was snapping his scissors expectantly.

Let it never be said that Taehoon Seong was a coward. At that moment, however, he decided to make a tactical retreat in a display of totally-not-cowardice and totally-yes-intelligence.

Less said, he grabbed his squirrel-faced minion a booked it with the found hell-spawns hot on his tail. (The taekwondo genius would deny to the day he died that he let out a girlish scream as he made his escape, but Danny had been lucky enough to record it for, Ahem!, research purposes.)

I'm just imagining Daniel and Vin Jin getting into a fight over whatever hot people fight over these days and subsequently appearing on the news. The headlines would def be like:

"LOCAL ASSHOLE GETS HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM BY FERAL TWINK LIVE ON CHANNEL 8"

#8 No sleep gang!

Danny: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent? Zack: Go the fuck to sleep Danny: What gif I don't want to? Zack: Fuck You