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🥐This story is going to contain a plethora of different characters from a multitude of works. As always, those writers have given me permission to use their OCs, and have seen these chapters so they won't be out of character.

🥐Fun fact: with the exception of the KL crossovers, this crossover was the first crossover I've written featuring other writers' OCs. The reason it has not made it's appearance onto Wattpad is because it's longer, and is still not finished. No worries! It will be finished sometime this year as I've only to got two chapters to go and plan to finish them before summer comes.

🥐This particular chapter includes characters from sd1229 's Kita's Legacy (Mori) and sun_jin 's All That I Am (Ryuji and Kimbi). More characters and other writers' stories are to come in the upcoming chapters.

🥐This particular story will be uploaded once a month to motivate me to finish it. There will be another story uploaded and completed before then, but no stories will be added until after it's completed

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🥐A Fashion Emergency 🥐

I looked at the dress in front of me, knowing something was missing from it. My lips pressed together as I kept trying to think what on Earth it was. The outfit looked so plain, but that wasn't what was so off putting about it. My hand grabbed the silky fabric before I let it slip through my fingers a bit.

It had to have been the material, I thought to myself before closing my eyes. Only, it was too late to redo the whole thing. Not only was this fashion show of mine less than twenty-four hours away, but I also had everyone who worked here go home early tonight. They all deserved a good night's rest. Whether they were just modeling for the show, were one of my sidekicks, or just worked at the front desk, they all got off early. They needed to. With how hard they worked, some even putting in more overtime hours than a normal person would, well, I was beyond grateful for my team. They truly deserved a break.

Besides, I could fix this. I pulled my hand away from the fabric as I turned around to see if there weren't any accessories I could match with it. As I did, I saw something flash on the television that hung on the wall. My jaw dropped as I noticed one of the girls in the background, clinging onto her coat. It was almost hard to tell who she was with how dark her surroundings were, and with the blinding flashing lights of the cop car nearby, but I still recognized her.

She was one of my models.

Whatever I was doing could wait. I turned back to see my desk standing behind me. While it was a mess with different accessories, fabrics, the original designs, and with it being nearly barricaded by the mannequins that my outfits sat on, I still quickly grabbed the remote and turned up the volume to the t.v.

"...was a personal attack on the designer and Pro Hero, Wisteria," a familiar voice claimed. I twirled around to see that the camera had closed up onto the Pro Hero, Nocturn's face. Of course, he was much more than just a Pro Hero. I knew him as Mori ever since we went to the same Hero School growing up.

My hand grasped the necklace hanging around my neck as my stomach turned into knots seeing him. I had totally forgotten that he was going to work tonight. Unless both of us were working our Pro Hero jobs, I would always call him on his way, or at least, send him a text. If time would allow, I'd even send him a cute picture of a bat I drew, just to make him smile.

Yet the one time I didn't do that, something terrible happened.

"Why would anyone want to personally attack a Pro Hero?" the reporter asked.

I bit my lip at the question. There were many reasons why someone would want to attack just any Pro Hero. It was being called a villain. That aside, there were others who had more personal reasons to attack. While I may have been a fashion designer, I did take my job as a Pro Hero very seriously. With it came the price of making enemies; enemies I didn't even know about.

"They just want to cause fear," the Pro Hero explained. My head dropped, almost as if I couldn't face him even on the screen. "Whoever was behind this went after all of Wisteria's models, with the goal to shut down tomorrow's fashion show. While some were harmed, there were no—"

Whatever he had to say next, I couldn't bear it. My finger pressed the power button as my other hand squeezed my necklace. Those models were hurt because of me. I could tell he was holding back information. As Pros, we learned that there was only so much we could tell people. It wasn't that we were withholding information from the public; it was just what Mori had told them. We didn't want to cause any fear that the villains wanted to cause.

Yet, those models...

I glanced up at the clock. It was getting late, but it didn't matter. My designs and last minute changes could wait. There were people out there hurt because of me. While I couldn't make it right, I knew I had to go down there to check up on them. I owed them that much.

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The cold air hung around me, so I pushed my hands into the pockets of my jeans. Unfortunately, the coat I wore didn't have pockets, but only because I designed the sleeves to bell out much longer than a normal one. It was the only time I felt as if pockets were out of place, but hey, I made the neck buckle up to my nose, so no one would recognize me.

Or at least, I had hoped for that anyways. Even though I kept my head hung low as I tried inching towards the crime scene, it wasn't enough for people to recognize me. Guess being a Pro Hero and a well-known fashion designer did that to a person. It wasn't like I had any outlandish features that'd make me stand out. My long dark hair was pulled back in a bun while my eyes were covered by giant sunglasses to make sure no one would see my eyes.

That had to be where I had gone wrong being that it was nighttime. No one wore sunglasses at night.

"There she is!" someone yelled as I was still far away from my models who were all huddled together, talking to some police officers and detectives at the scene. I could see some of them looking at me with mere horror in their eyes. Others couldn't even look at me as they tried hiding parts of their body away from me.

Whoever attacked them crossed the line if he went as far as to physically harm them. If I had known, I would've marched over and stopped this villain myself.

But I couldn't. Now, I couldn't even get to them to see how they were holding up as I was surrounded by people. Cameras and microphones were hitting me in all directions while questions were being thrown left and right.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" one reporter asked.

"Are you going to cancel your fashion show, or are you going to force your models to go through it, despite all that they've gone through," another asked.

"How dare you call yourself a Pro Hero," someone accused from behind.

How dare you call yourself a Pro Hero, the voice echoed in the back of my mind. I had always been one to answer and respond to any sort of question or comment given my way. Nothing, and I mean nothing ever made me trip or rethink whatever I had done.

But that accusation...I couldn't help but to look back over to where the police and detectives were standing next to my models. Things might have been different if it was just one or three of them. No. There were fifteen of them, all fifteen of my models that were going to be in the shoot. All of them were targeted because of me.

Could I really be called a Pro Hero if I was so distracted with my fashion?

"Please give her some space," a voice boomed above all the others. "Can't you see she's trying to figure out what happened? You all need to leave the crime scene so we can figure out what is going on."

The crowd was reluctant, some giving out rude comments towards the man who told them to leave while others kept wanting to ask questions. It didn't take long for the police to break away from what they were doing to direct most of the reporters and people away. That should have been enough to make me want to rush over towards the people who were hurt. I always did that after a situation like this happened.

Instead, I just stood there, looking down at the brown high heeled boots I wore.

"Sakura," a soft voice said, so only I could hear.

I turned my head, not realizing the Pro Hero standing beside me. His hands were gently placed on my shoulders while his head tilted down to look at me. He was always so tall, even when we were in school. Even in my four inch heels, he still had to look down to look at me, but I didn't mind. I was just lucky enough we were both standing underneath a streetlamp, so I could see his dark eyes.

"What really happened here?" I asked as he walked me over to a park bench. As much as I wanted to keep staring into those beautiful dark eyes, my head slowly turned towards the group that suffered because of me. Most of them would shift uneasily, especially when they saw me. What made it worse was whenever they'd catch my gaze and they'd cover an arm or something.

"From what your models told me, a villain claimed he was holding them for ransom, that you had until midnight to call off your fashion show or resign from being a Pro," he explained as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. One of his bat-wings did the same, providing some much needed heat from the chilly air that was rolling in. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't catch the villain."

My hand instinctively reached into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out my phone. As luck would have it, the thing was dead. I should have put it on a charger as soon as it had died, but that would've distracted me from my work. One second wasted doing that could cost a lot for the show.

Now, I wasn't so sure.

"You really need to learn to keep that thing charged," Mori claimed.

I sighed. "If I'd known, I would've rushed over and—"

"I know," Mori whispered, pulling me close so that I could feel his leather jacket pressing against me. "What matters is that you're okay."

"No," I whispered, looking down at the street in front of me. "Maybe they're right. If I hadn't been so concentrated on that fashion show I'm having tomorrow, maybe I would've been able to save them. Now, I'm down every single model I have, have basically no time to finish my designs, and I probably will have protesters against this whole thing."

"Hey, that's not going to happen," Mori claimed as he grabbed my hand, the one with my phone in it, and gently placed it on my leg. "We can still make sure your fashion show goes without a hitch. If anyone can do it, it's you."

While his words were meant to soothe me, it did anything but. I closed my eyes as I shook my head. "No," I told him. "This is probably the first of many times this will happen. I don't want to put anyone's lives in danger. That's against everything I stand for as a hero."

His fingers interlaced with mine, gently giving my hand a squeeze. I knew what he was doing, but it wasn't helping. These people were hurt because of me. If I wasn't so distracted by my side job, none of this would have happened. What the villain did to my models was wrong, but he was right when it came to me having to pick and choose which career I should be focusing on.

Maybe it was time to stop competing in the fashion business.

"Don't let one person get you down," Mori's voice was softer than ever as I felt his head rest on top of mine. The fur of his bat-like ear tickled mine, but my mouth still curled down into a frown. "You've made this work for years. If it wasn't for your fashion skill, you know there'd be too many of us Pro Heroes in a fashion crisis."

"But they were still targeted because of me, Mori," my voice was just above a whisper. "If I was just another Pro Hero, they would have been fine, but I put them in danger because I thought doing both was a good idea. Who am I kid—"

My words were interrupted by a series of gasps and yelling. I snapped my head up to see two high schoolers running past the police officers, who were doing everything in their power to stop them. It was no use as the two stopped right in front of us, the one fumbling her fingers in her pockets until she pulled out her phone.

Before they could even say another word, a pair of police officers grabbed their arms to pull the two girls back. I could see both teenagers' eyes widened in shock, as they looked back, not expecting things to take a sharp turn as it did.

"You two are trespassing at a crime scene," one of the officers admonished. "We're going to have to ask you to leave right now."

The two officers were about to escort the two teens away when Mori pushed himself off the bench, taking his arm and wing with him. I was left in the cold all by myself as I watched Mori walking up to the two teenage girls who were standing there. They couldn't have looked more different, almost polar opposites, as they stood there. While one had long dark hair with light skin, the other had short white hair with darker skin. Both teenagers were about the same height, but Mori still towered over them.

Even though I was sitting behind Mori, I knew he wasn't even looking at the two teens. His head would've tilted down if he was. No. He was looking right into the eyes of the officers.

"I don't think that'll be necessary," Mori explained. "They're just high schoolers. We'll keep an eye on them just in case, officers."

The two officers shared a quick glance towards each other. I could tell they were wary about it, so I slowly stood up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face that must have fallen out earlier. As I stood up, I could see the two officers glancing back at me.

"Nocturn is right," I agreed, just to get these officers off these teens' backs. "Besides, I'd feel better if someone made sure everyone involved here was alright."

My words were all it took for the officers to immediately listen and turn away. With Mori standing there, they should have listened to him. He was a Pro Hero after all, and he was also the one who was on patrol tonight. Sure, there were other hero agencies working at night, but he was the one who got caught up in this mess. How he was able to find this villain before the time was up, when no one knew about it, was beyond me.

Part of me wished it was just that the officers were just trying to do their jobs, but I also knew that wasn't the case.

I turned my attention to the two girls standing there. Neither of them looked guilty for what had happened. Instead, they just seemed to look towards me in awe, especially the girl with the white hair.

"Can we get a picture with you?" she asked as she held her phone in front of her.

Fangirls, I thought to myself. Lots of heroes had them. In all honesty, I was surprised they weren't fawning over him. Ever since I met him, I had always known he was very handsome, but people didn't really start to take notice of that until he became a Pro Hero.

"Here," Mori said as he offered a hand to the girl. "I can take your guys' pictures if you want."

The white haired girl squealed in excitement as she gave him her phone, grabbed the other girl's hand, and ran beside me for the picture. There was always something so amusing about watching fans get so excited about seeing Pro Heroes. After all, I was just doing my job. At the same time, I couldn't quite blame them as I was always the same way when I first met my idol, Foxglove, years ago.

As we all looked at the camera, I took my sunglasses off, revealing my dark green eyes, and held them over my shoulder. I flashed a small smile, trying my best to keep my composer as the two girls stood next to me. Mori seemed to see right through me as his soft smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He still didn't say anything as he counted down and snapped the picture. While he did, I decided to make small talk to the girls.

"So, what are your names?" I asked.

Mori handed the phone to the white haired girl, who couldn't stop looking down at it with excitement.

"My name is Kodachi Ryuji," the girl with the darker hair introduced, bowing after she was done saying her name and motioned towards her friend. "This is my friend, Kimbi Okonma."

"Looks like you two are major Wisteria fans, huh?" Mori asked. I glanced up at him, hoping he wasn't getting at what I thought he was. "Is that why you two rushed over here?"

Ryuji blushed as she looked down. Meanwhile, her friend, Kimbi, snapped her head up. She must have been on cloud nine as she looked up at me. Her smile widened, but that wasn't what caught my eye at that moment. Something glittered on her forehead that I stared at it for a moment, trying to look past her light colored bangs to get a better look.

"Yeah," Kimbi admitted, bluntly. "We're just really excited to see your fashion show tomorrow on t.v., and when we heard you were here, we thought you were doing a sneak preview or something."

"We didn't know there was a crime scene going on," Ryuji admitted as she looked up. "We're sorry if we've interrupted anything."

My stomach turned as I saw Mori glance at me with a smirk on his face. He was doing exactly as I had feared. It would be my choice if I went out of design. Six years of designing and being a Pro Hero was a lot. It was more than what some would say if they did two jobs. I know Mori has been hinting at wanting to settle down for a while now. It was just hard when we both worked all the time, and when I had two jobs that kept me away from our apartment. Maybe this attack was just a sign to move onto the next stage of our lives.

But, Mori didn't see it like that, hence why I knew he was trying to get these girls to make me feel better.

I didn't need him to add anymore fuel to the fire that I just kept my gaze on the two girls. "No worries. You're lucky things have calmed down a bit. Are you girls thinking of going into the fashion industry?"

Ryuji shook her head, surprising me a bit that she and her friend weren't thinking of taking that path with how well thought out their clothes were. Sure, there were some high schoolers who had great fashion sense, but these girls took it to a whole other level. The dark haired girl wore what looked to be a crown full of feathers. The purples and blues that were in it matched her sweater vest, making it not look so out of place like it could have. It was a bold choice, but a stylish one at the very least.

Kimbi, on the other hand, wore a dark brown trench coat over a lighter brown turtleneck. Pairing different shades of like colors together was always a risky move, but she paired it with a plaid skirt that brought the two browns together. Not many people would think of that.

Even though they both looked like high schoolers, they seemed to have more fashion sense than someone their age would.

"Oh no, we're both training to become Pro Heroes at the high school here," Ryuji explained.

Kimbi nodded her head in agreement. "We just love that you make time for your fashion career and do your best to help people as a Pro Hero. You can literally do anything, and we love it."

In the corner of my eye, I could see Mori grinning so much that I could see his fangs. For once, I wanted to smack that grin off his face. He knew what he was doing the moment these girls came to the scene.

Had they been older and regular people on the street, I could have easily brushed over their comments. Thing was, these girls were praising me, making me feel like I did more than a normal Pro Hero would. They were Pro Hero students who seemed to look up to me and fangirl over my latest fashion line.

Somehow, looking at them, they reminded me of me when I was younger as I felt the same thing about the Pro Hero, Foxglove. If I wasn't around, would these girls have a different fashion sense or think that girls couldn't do more than what they could.

Wait, that's it! If anything, I couldn't just cancel for those watching. I'd have to at least push through one last show before I retired. That would at least make Mori happy and stop him from pushing anymore. It'd also prevent anyone from trying to pull anything on any of the models or myself anymore.

"You know, you girls can do anything you put your mind to," I explained. "I'm actually short a few models. Are you two doing anything tomorrow night? I'd love to have your girls' help with everything."

Kimbi's eyes brightened more than the giant gem in the middle of her forehead while Ryuji glanced over at Kimbi, glaring as she did. Just from that small response, I knew it'd take the dark haired girl some time to get on board with it, but maybe with a little push from her friend, she'd be alright.

Mori's wing brushed against my arm as Kimbi excitedly accepted the offer. While my lips curled into a small smile from her response, I turned to look at Mori. He had an all knowing look on his face, one that was to silently tell me I told you so.

"So, you're going to still go through with it?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Just this once, but it's going to take a miracle to pull it off."

A miracle and sheer amount of dumb luck.

🥐End of Part 1 🥐

🥐Character Spotlight: Kimbi🥐
Book: All that I Am
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Book: Kita's Legacy
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Artwork by Juni_Penguin_ . When I first wrote this story, she was so kind in drawing the OCs in the outfits they'd wear in the this story for the runway part. She's so friggin talented! Thank you again for creating such masterpieces. I appreciate it!