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Decades of Cold War nuclear testing has led to the evolution of a new form of bacteria: Revenants that live upon the hearts of their hosts and grant them superpowers. 

In the following years, Urasaria Academy is formed to house crime-fighting students who are tasked with investigating and killing criminal hosts. In modern America, the young loner lesbian Mia Schultz is kidnapped by a headless man and given Worldwide, the ability to summon a swarm of fire scarabs. As she begins her new life at Urasaria Academy, she is soon pulled into a mystery of Worldwide's true origins.

This story features a primarily-lesbian cast, although there are bisexual & transgender characters. Common themes in this character-based novel include emotional growth, loneliness and what it drives people to do, how memory alters perception, human selfishness, power and how it is wielded. 

If you are tired of self-insert harem isekai and want a mature story where realistic characters go through deep psychological drama (in-between murdering the absolute shit out of criminals), then Urasaria is for you. I also promise that the story is accepting of lesbians, bisexuals, and trans people. You will not be stereotyped or fetishized.

If you would like to read other disclaimers for this work, continue on below. While this is an LGBT+ story, it does not feature:

• Coming out: All female students are already assumed lesbians (although a few are bi).

• Excess homo/bi/transphobia: Villains may use slurs, but hero students are generally accepting.

• Gay burying: There are a few secondary characters who die, but couples are safe.

• Grimdark: My approach to writing is that art should depict reality in its full spectrum of human emotion: laughter, anger, absurdity, seriousness, frustration, sadness, grief, and joy. What is silly should be treated sillily and what is serious should be treated seriously. 

What this work does feature:

• Ultraviolence: Expect decapitations, ripping heads off, filling enemy's throats with scissors and snapping men as one snaps a wishbone.

• Untagged 'dark' subjects: Please note that there are characters with backstories involving trauma, abuse, or addiction. I do not intentionally provoke negative emotions in readers nor attempt to shock with trauma -- I am just trying to faithfully render all contours of an inner emotional landscape.

• I do not always agree with my characters & my characters do not always agree with me: I really shouldn't have to say this, but a character spouting an opinion does not equal me agreeing with their opinion. Read critically; sometimes, a character may be intentionally inconsistent or hypocritical to make a larger point about their character.

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Urasaria Academy

Iris turned and faced the reconstructed home. 


She thought back over the details of this case, though she felt afraid that examination may change them once again. The first woman had not died to poison; she had died to his Revenant. The lover had been Harman's, not Franklin's. Perception had made his incidental murderer's fork lunge for Franklin instead; whether it had made him a bigot she was unsure. 


Then there was Amelie and Olivia, both of whom Iris could not tell to what degree had been compromised -- if at all -- and a sense of great unease opened in her as she realized that one of the few times Amelie had agreed with her supposition during this investigation was just now.


Again she wrote her notes and copied them over, making backups of them and emailing them to Kate. She examined her weatherspider; any unnatural move or mental resistance it must make upon the impingement of another Revenant. It did not. She worried that to search further for it would find her object. All of her sources had led her to places no normal host could wring information from. 


Could this Revenant know of Kairos and its ability? That was the overarching question that hung from Iris's mind. Long had her own needed paranoia set askew her patterns of thought; since she had realized the possibility of this Revenant she had little room for else. She understood that it had manipulated this home; it had already protected whatever evidence within it might later be used against Harman. His Revenant had already been active at the time he entered Franklin's home; by the time the police had arrived at the supposed lover's home, his Revenant had already activated. 


But had it been activated before he murdered her, then there would have been no blackmail; perception would have set her adrift from objective reality and into his own.


Iris was exhausted, but she could not rest. She had a last Timeline to perform, even at the risk of further seeping his Revenant into herself, although she did not know whether Kairos could or had already resisted it. Civilians could not be trusted, and hosts perhaps little more.


As she arrived at the lover's home she ducked her head beneath the dashboard of her truck and focused. When she arose, nearly asleep, she had reverted back to the day of the murder and only five minutes before it. There were two cars parked there. Tentatively, she peered to the future state of one; where it was now, at 0. That was his address. If he were alert he might already have fled, so she quickly sat inside it and peered to its rearview mirror, angled downward, then chronoshifted back the glass within it to minutes before he had entered the home.


There was a man contained in it, a brown-haired, middle-age man with a long scar across his nose, the distinguishing features of that shade of a soul who hitherto had slid underneath life.


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