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If you knew there's a time limit. That it was impossible to exceed that limit. What would you do? Life is short. What if it wasn't just a saying? For Rafa or Rafael Dioneda, life was LITERALLY short.

Summary: Have you ever though of having just some pure relationships with the ones you love. Diaries are what accompany us through our ups and downs but do not forget, it could reveals secrets, the good and the bad ones. 2 young adults, 2 diaries, through their journey searching for the love they wish for. If we put them together, everything comes clear. Status: Complete Hi, This is my first story in english so please pardon me on the grammars, tenses, and all other that matter. For those of you who don't know me yet, i'm from Taiwan, a chinese speaking country. So i spend a great time translating my chinese story to english, with the help of Goki, another user here. So give me a chance will ya! Thanks! Synopsis:

Summary: A sad break up. Status: Complete I have held your hand for the last time. I've seen your smile for the last time. I've broken your heart for the last time. Mine, still into pieces, bleeds for yours. Why didn't you hear me when I told you I couldn't do it? Why did you judge me too? Why didn't just take what I offered? When I offered myself to you, just me, never my heart. I blame you, I blame your kindness, and I blame your blindness. I blame my weakness. In the story of your skin, there's a blank page that doesn't belong to me. In the story of my skin there's a scar that you don't deserve. I blame your eyes for being the only ones seeing me, seeing the monster in me, the angel in me. I blame you for those nights you held me so tight that I thought I could die and I blame myself for allowing my heart feel. Seven years, seven tears, seven smiles, seven goodbyes. I have nothing else to give you, nothing else in my soul. I don't deserve your love, don't deserve your caresses. Why did you ask? Why did you embrace me that rainy night? Why? If you knew it would be over. Why did you risk everything we had? I would like to stop time at that moment and just pretend that nothing happened and once again we'd have each other to laugh, to live, to love. But you wanted all, my body, my heart, my soul. And now I am here, laying in my bed, with my clothes on, my cold bed, the one you filled so many times. And here I am trying to figure out how to go on, how to breath alone. And here I am, once more, pretending. I’ll do it, for you. I’ll pretend to smile; I’ll pretend to live; I’ll pretend just for you and only you. I can wear a disguise, I can pretend before the world, without it hurting me, without the air burning me. I can laugh while crying without anyone noticing it. But how can I pretend before you without feeling your pain, my pain? I can pretend for you that I wasn’t hurt by your words; I can pretend for you that the bruise is gone, that your fingers aren’t tattooed on my skin no more. I can pretend for you. I’ll do it, just for you.

Summary: As they progress through their school year, three boys learn to figure out their emotional attachments to each other, and what all of that is supposed to mean. Status: In-Progress, Slow updates Warning: uhh... un-beta'd? and ^. A/N: So, this entire thing started off as unrelevant drabbles and ficlets I wrote to relieve stress (which explains slow updates), but everytime I needed to name a character, I always ended up with one thing--Andras. So after using that name twice, I decided I could try stringing them into an actual story. Might not work, haha. ----------------- 1. He was one of those guys, those with pretty brown hair—shiny—who’d say “Why not?” to whatever you wanted as long as you told him some fancy bullshit about him. He knew that it was bullshit—everyone knew, except those giggly girls who stuck together in tight cluster in the corners of classrooms. He still said that, though. I mean, you could ask him to take your virginity and you could be just about the grossest person alive, and he’d say yes as long as you told him you loved his eyes, or that his cologne suited him. That’s the kind of guy Andras was. That’s the kind of guy my best friend was. 2. I found the first two days before Valentines Day, in the garbage can in class 316. It was a sketch of me, beautifully drawn. On it was only the date, 02.12—no signature. I merely folded it—definitely not as creeped out as I should’ve been—and put it in my pocket. I spent the rest of the day as usual, having quickly forgotten about the portrait. The next one I found, it was the day before Valentines Day. It was in one of the glass-doored cupboards in classroom 304. How it could’ve gotten there, I wouldn’t know. Those doors were locked, but that one wasn't. Perhaps it was always open, or maybe whoever put it there somehow broke the lock. This time though, I took it out of its place gentler and looked over every steak of blue highlighter and red pen some idiots who had had class here earlier in the day decided to ruin the drawing with. Some of those idiots were my friends, too—I recognized their handwriting, and they must’ve recognized my face on the portrait as well. Again, the drawing went in my pocket, although barely anything was still distinguishable. I still didn’t wondered why I kept finding these around school. Maybe I should’ve, by now. The next day, Valentines Day, is when I found the third and last. It was plastered on my locker in plain daylight. No one had the time to draw on it yet, since no one was even at school yet. That was a good thing, is what I thought. I detached this one even more carefully, watching as the tape peeled off the thick paper smoothly, and held the artwork in my hands for a good minute or two. Then was the first time I’d truly inspected the drawing—every stroke, every detail, every thought and effort whoever had drawn this put forward. It was signed this time—Andras. ----------------- A/N: Yeeaaah... so this part introduced 2/3 characters (and as far as I know, it'll mostly be those two anyway) and uh, feedback would probably be cool

Summary: Bookworm and short tempered lone wolf. Mahiro's life unexpectedly went into twist and turns, as he met the person who will bring color to his black and white world. ----------------------------- 「Once upon a time there is a beautiful prince who lives in a castle far far away. He was the only son of the King thus making him precious to everyone in the kingdom. All of the people in the palace is too protected over him; that even going outside the castle is forbidden to the prince. "It is dangerous outside his majesty. Dragons are soaring the sky. You can be eaten or be roasted with their fire breath!" The King's adviser fret. "But... The book says that there is a really vast field out there! Way bigger than the ones painted on the dining hall!" the prince said while spreading his arms as wide as he could and continued, "Please tell my father that I want to go out of the palace! Please sire~!" He begged. Unable to say refuse to the young boy, the nobelman sighed and said, "Alright his majesty, I'll see what I can do..." Even with the little possibility for his request to be approved, the prince jumped over joy and head straight to bed. The next day, his majesty received a sad news that his request has been, once again, rejected by the king......」 "No." Mahiro ripped off and crumpled another page of his notebook. He is sitting on a bench under the big maple tree, with a bunch of crumpled paper beside him. Suddenly, a strong wind blew the papers which he will soon trash once he gets home. Dang it! He thought to himself and then shiver from the cold breeze. Expecting without anyone around who would lend a helping hand, he sighed and began picking up all the papers from different places instead. Sudden suprise came to him as*he was about to pick up the last piece of crumpled paper. A guy who seem to be a bit older than him picked up the thing on *the grass, opened it and began reading its content. Caught up for a moment by surprise and panic, Mahiro's body moved on its own reflex and threw the book he's been reading beforehand. It was direct hit on the face thus making the stranger let go of the paper his holding and curled out in pain. He then picked the crumpled sheet and dashed his way back inside the school buildings. _________________________ The school bell rings as a cue that the class will already begin. As the teacher entered the room, a beautiful guy follwed behind him. The students began whispering to each other curious of who the guy is. "Alright class this is Takeru Yamato a transfer student." The teacher presented him to the entire class and intructed him to introduce himself. And so then, the guy began introducing himself with a bright smile, "Good morning and nice to meet you. My name is Takeru Yamato, 16 *years old. A transfer student from K University High School department. Please take care of me." As Takeru ended up his introduction with a really gorgeuos smile, the girls in the entire class began sqeeling thus making Mahiro extremely annoyed with the noise. He then slammed his hands on the desk, glared at everyone and said "Noisy people is making my head hurt. I'll excuse myself." As he stand up and began to approach the classroom door at the back row, the transfer student shouted, "AH! Anata~!*" Mahiro made a halt to make a quick glance at the Takeru who is standing in front of the class, and resume walking again to exit the room ignoring what just happened. ______________________ Fall is just around the corner which makes it chilly to stay outside. But Mahiro has no choice but to go the same spot every break time, under the maple tree at the back of schoold building, despite the cold weather because of his bad reasoning that "My classmate will just annoy me and it will be surely loud in there. I won't be able to focus on what I'm doing.." he always end up being alone on that place and inside their class. Sitting at ease on this cold weather on a b bench while having his lunch, someone called,*"If it isn't Mahiro-chan!" A postured guy of the same age as him sat beside him and threw his arms on Mahiro's shoulder, "Eating alone again?" he asked, "Why not try visiting the Student Council room sometime and have a lunch with me and Mari." Making a glance at the girl standing next to the guy, Mahiro pulled its hands off his shoulder, "Thanks but NO thanks. I'm fine having my lunch like this Kyou. Besides...." he went on a short pause, "Aren't you worried that talking to me like this can create a bad image to the student council?" Kyou smiled gently as he slowly pat Mahiro's head, "Silly Mahiro-chan.. Still crying over a spilled milk?" he went on a little chuckle and continued, "People just don't know it but your actually a kind and considerate person. I like that about you..." he spoke in kind and gentle voice. Shoving away the President's hand off his head, he began shooing the two away. As Mahiro finally persued the two SC officials to leave him be, Kyou paused walking and said, "There's a spot on the student council if your interested... I want you beside me all the time so think about it.." then waved him good bye. ___________________ The teacher instructed everyone in class to pair theirselves for an activity. Unlike his usual routine during group activity, this time Mahiro will have to work with someone due to the appearance of the transferee which made their previously 21 student class into 22. But then as he looked around the room everyone got their own partner already. "No one will dare to approach me." He breath out with ease and began working with activity until his attention was called by their teacher asking him, for the first time, to pair with the transfer student. Left with no choice, Mahiro let eveything slip and go with the flow. Good thing it went smooth and sound with out him getting annoyed over his partner. Rather than being annoyed, he's actually amazed of how Takeru did every task perfectly. Relieved from the unusual day, Mahiro gathered all his things and left the facility in a bit of a hurry. "God how could I forgot that today is the due date for that book----" He then realized that the book he was about to return is no where to be found in his bag, making the young men rushed his way back to his classroom. Under his desk. On the locker. School field. In the back of the school. The book is no where to be found. Panic and on the verge of crying from giving up, a voice from his back shouted, "ANATA~!" As Mahiro turned to see who's making the annoying call, he saw Takeru charging towards him while holding the book he's been looking for all over the place. It was a blessing in disguise for him to finally get the book before the library closes on its due date, but, because of his hate with any human form, he tried his best to pretend that he's not relieved nor happy to have his book back. "Well thanks...." he spoke with a poker face, "....now would you mind giving me the book?" he then attempt to snatch the book from Takeru's hand, but then failed to do so. "I won't." he said while raising the book higher to the height that Mahiro won't reach it. "Dang you! Give it to me!" he glared. "Anata..." the beautiful guy went on a long pose and held Mahiro's hand then continued, "Allow me to take you out of the palace." Mahiro the jolt in surprise and pushed the guy away. Takeru lost his balance from the sudden push making his back fall on the ground and letting go of the book. Spotted a chance to escape. Mahiro rushed over the book, picked it up, and ran as fast as he could trusting his feet to bring him to a place where he can be safe. He kept running until his hand opened a random classroom door to hide. Catching his breath, he lean towards the wall and looked outside throught the door window. As Takeru finally passed by the room in search for him, he finally relaxed himself and fall off the floor as his knees weakened then passed out after being worn out. "Hang in there Mahiro-kun!" this words are the last thing he heard after passing out. Grasping for air, Mahiro finally gained his conciousness. With his mind still in haze, he tried his best to gather his thoughts and realized that Kyou sitting next to him. "Kyou?!" he exclaimed, "What are you---" coming back to his senses, he realized that he's in the student council room. "What happened?" the president asked. Tried making some excuse to leave the room and avoiding the topic, he stand up and rushed his way out leaving on his sorry. To be continued.... ___________________________________ A/N1: the word 「anata」can be both translated as you (refeing to the other person during conversation), or darling (for couples). In this story, Takeru called Mahiro "anata" in the sense of 'you'. A/N2: please excuse my english, I'm not really that good with grammar. (;∀

Love Me ‘Part One’ “ha~ you must wear a skirt, Tomoe!” “yeah, yeah.. even your name like a girl.. haha” “n-no! I-I’m a boy..” the boy that being bullied talked back with a whimper. “haha liar.. your face looked like a girl so why did you wear a pants?” the bullied keep pushed that little boy until he fall to the ground though it just happened until another boy that had a taller build stand in front of the girly boy. “oi! Stop it.. don’t bully him again! Or I will throw you guys with big stones!” “waah! Noo.. you’re scary, Kazuki!” the two of bullied children run away after heard the threat. “hic, hic, t-thank you Kazu―wuaaaaah!” “o-oi.. don’t cry.. don’t cry, it’s okay now.. they already gone..” [/hr] “Bruagh! O-Ouch!” The small bodied boy snapped his eyes open with a whimper and rubbed his back before sighed and stand up from the hard floor where he landed before. “w-what was that? Why did I dream about Kazuki! He’s far away from here.. maybe he didn’t remember me again..” Yeah, I’m the girly boy, Ochikawa Tomoe.. the moment before I just dream about my first love, Chiharu Kazuki. Okay okay, it must be weird and you could call me gay or something but I can’t help it, I was just a child back then. I always denied that weird but great feeling of love by think it’s because Kazuki always saved me from the bully when I was in three grade. But now it seems different! I think I‘m really gay.. I mean, I never attracted to cute girl or any normal girl like the boys normally do. Albeit most of them always surrounded me and poked my body with one and most weird reason; because I’m cute for a guy. Maybe I have a good combination of gene when I was in my mom’s belly, cause my body really small like a girl on my ages and my face is white like a porcelain with blonde hair. Ugh, I think I want to throw up now, I hate being a called like a girl! Cause If my build is great with a slight muscles and face like the usual boy in my school maybe my classmate will greet me or talk to me not the noisy girls that can’t stop asking me. Even though the boys in my classmate always glared at me because the girls that they like glued to me instead. Actually I want to yelled and chase away all of them but I couldn’t do that. Since my mom is a single parent, I always treat her gently and now it affected to my act toward all of women and girls. “Aah.. stop day dreaming, Tomoe! You must prepare to school or you’ll be la…te!” the small boy almost choked when he glanced at the clock on his bedpost cause he’s really late to school. He dashed to the bathroom to have a fast shower before wear his uniform and run downstairs. A the kitchen, Tomoe see his mom ready to go work with her suit plus bag and already prepare a simple breakfast for him. “Tomoe, don’t run while you walked downstairs and eat your breakfast slowly!” Tomoe’s mother; Kimiko scolded her son and pointed the dining table with a wrinkle on her forehead. The blonde just rolled his eyes and snatch one bread with chocolate jam on it and shoved it to his mouth while put on his shoes. “I’m late, mom.. I can’t eat slow and don’t wrinkled your forehead, you looked so old if you do that..” he said after finished chew the bread on his mouth. Kimiko gasped when heard that and pulled out the mirror that always she bring. “oh my~ don’t say something like that, Tomoe.. I’m not that old..” Kimiko pouted which made Tomoe grinned widely before open up the front door. “whatever, mom.. I’m going now.. bye..” he waved before slammed close the door behind him then run to the nearest bus stop. His mother always like that, she always worried about wrinkle or black spot on her face though she’s not thirty yet. Yet it’s a small thing that made Tomoe smile and forgot all his problem so he always tease her every morning before got to school. The bus is almost drive when he got there but somehow he could manage to get in before it really drive to his school. “huft.. I made it..” he huffed a continuous pants while hold on the pole on the edge of the bus’s doorway. It’s really cramped inside since it’s Monday and morning rush always worse at that day. While Tomoe’s catching his breath and tried to keep hold on the pole while the people on it pushed him, a pair of hand start to creep on his butt. ‘not again!’ the small boy thought with bitten lips. Well, after being bullied when elementary school now on his middle school he always mistaken by a girl and being molested. It always happen to him when he take a bus or train. At first, he was bothered by it and it made him cried after got molested however he already get used to it and just let that naughty hand creep on his body though his body always getting hot after that ―he’s gay after all of course he will affected by it and most of the molested was a male, no.. It’s old geezer! ― “Ughn..” a soft whimper escape from Tomoe’s mouth and his train of thought gone. The molested seems different from the usual he had experienced before, a pair of that hands even slipped his finger to between his butt cheek to his butt hole; no, he poked his finger inside his butt hole. ‘I must not let out any sounds.. I can do it.. I can do it..’ Tomoe chanted a spell to himself cause he didn’t want to cause a big commotion. His body start to tremble and gasped as a clink of his belt being unbuckled. ‘wuaahh.. this is bad!’ his eyes teary and ready to burst into tears but he’s too embarrassed so he can’t do anything but silently trembling. “hey old molester! Let your filthy hand go of my friend!” a heavy and throaty voice jolted Tomoe and the weird hands immediately gone from his butt. The blonde sighed in deep relief and turned around to saw the hero that saved him with a smile of relieved on his face but it’s just hold out for a couple of second when he saw him. It was the tanned boy; Kirie Masato from his class who always bullied him. [/hr] Heya~ oh my.. (⊙o⊙) I finally posted it after think for two days >. Haha I made a cliff hanger on the end of the story~ and who’s this Masato that always bully Tomoe? Find out on the next chapter ^^ Like and comment if you like my story *.* thank you~

lust the moon light made the young males platinum blond hair seem almost like it was glowing.he was standing on a cliff that below held a tiny city which the boy felt he did not belong there.he lived in the woods.the humans below said that the horrible creatures that trick you or worse kill you and use your body as a puppet. then a snap sound happened behind the young male.he turned around to see a person that that looked to be a bit older then him."who are you"the young male asked?"lust"the older male said.lust had a real problem telling his victim his real name."i am kohaku tsubasa"the young male said."kohaku huh"lust said licking his lips.just then yawned reveling his fangs."you're not a human"lust said shocked."no i am neko"kohaku said as his tail popped out."yum"lust thought licking his lips again."you hungry lust"kohaku asked?"yeah for you..."lust almost gave his plan away.so he quickly covered his mouth."what is wrong"kohaku asked?"nothing,do you not know there are bad things in these woods"lust said uncovering his mouth. lust walked into the moon light.he had dark blond hair and glowing red eyes."lust are you one of the bad things in the woods"kohaku asked?lust stopped walking up on him and actually thought about it for a second.kohaku stood right there waiting for the answer."yes i am"lust said.kohaku felt something on the side of my neck as he fell asleep. he woke up tied to a bed.lust was a crossed the room hands folded in front of him."i can not do this"lust said looking up at kohaku."then let me go lust"kohaku demanded."fine"lust said cutting the rope off.luckily kohaku was not bleeding.he got up jumping back away from him.lust just stood there." did i hurt you"lust asked looking down."yeah i have a bite mark"kohaku said.lust held out his arm."if you suck my blood it will go away"lust said looking at him sadly."no"kohaku said pushing his arm away."where then"lust asked? kohaku ran over to him looking like he only used one foot.biting the side of lusts neck."now"kohaku said."sorry i will never hurt you again"lust said."lets wrap that up"kohaku said."no its fine"lust said as it started to heal."i am sorry i never bite anyone"kohaku said sulky.lust could see that kohaku was always in pain his eyes screamed help me."i see from now on i will protect you kohaku"lust said in a determined voice."ok call me haku,lust"kohaku said smiling. continued.....> "now what do we do now"lust asked?"you can do whatever you want,i am going adventuring"kohaku said walking into the deep part of the woods."i will come with you and protect you"lust said running up to kohaku."ok if you want you you"kohaku said as he started walking again."you wanted to wander in the woods alone"lust asked?"yes i have no idea no idea what is in the deep part of the woods"kohaku said A loud painful scream could be heard.i run over to investigate.a very young male was burning in the sun.steam rolls off his body as his screams get louder.i take off my shit covering him."lets take him to my place"lust said.we walk back to lust's house putting him on the bed."he needs blood to heal his wounds"kohaku said concerned putting out his arm. The burned young vampire seem uninterested in biting me.but he keep looking at lust."can i finish my blood pact with him master" the boy asked jumping behind lust in a flash."wait what"lust said as he bites his neck."i said you could bite me"kohaku said a bit angry.once he was healed he let go of lust's neck."i could not hurt you master"the young boy said as a bright fire red light shined out of him.suddenly he looked about twelve years old with long dark grey and bigger fangs the light faded away.he jumps on me."master"the boy said happily.kohaku realizes he was still naked."please get off"kohaku asked kindly? the boy started growling at lust like it was his fault.

Nocturnal Awakening: Chapter One Summary: Leno is a human, a slave of the conceited elf race. He lives as the inferior and hates himself for being weak. But when he gets his hands on a drug that can make him powerful, what will Leno do? Succumb to the power or fight it? He grabbed my arm, squeezing it until it turned pale and the blood stopped circulating. I let out a yelp of pain, and of course, my master ignored it. Instead, he pushed me against the wall, making a loud and hollow thud. I hoped that my master would just sit there and lightly scold me for my mistake, but of course not. He started going on a tangent about how clumsy and useless I was and how I needed to shape up before the council got rid of me. When I mumbled "Yes master", he raised his heavy hand and hit me across the cheek, causing my body to fall backwards. Before I could even get up, he lunged at me, his arms flailing at my face and arms until they bruised an ugly purple that wouldn't fade until a few days afterward. "I don't want the council saying that my slave is useless! Fix yourself, you piece of shit!" My master had a sonorous voice to match his hard and relentless grip. I hated both about him. My master was a proud noble, one of the highest ranking in Alanore. Alanore was the center of trade for the elves. It was the place where a plethora of elves from different tribes met up. Yet I, a total foreigner, was a slave. According to the customs of the master's twisted species, slaves were "graced with the presence of their masters". In laymen terms "be happy that you're a noble's slave". In even simpler terms, it was utter bullshit. But I couldn't do much about it. I was bound to that man. And that was why I hated the caste system of the elves... they were such despicable creatures. My eyes searched my master's face... it was handsomely defined like a beautifully chiseled sculpture. His vacant and unnerving eyes stared blankly at me, ignoring me as a person, but instead as an object. My lips attempted to tremble out an apology, to ask for his absolute forgiveness, but my voice croaked and failed me. At that moment, I feared for my life. The malice and tension coming from my master was alarming. I tried to run off, but he caught my shoulder and yanked me back. He wrapped his hands around my neck and dangled me in the air. I gasped for air and flung my legs back and forth in panic. As his grip on my neck tightened, I felt myself losing consciousness. No... I couldn't let go. I couldn't die yet. And my eyes flickered shut like the dead flame of a candle. I reopened them to a blinding light and I sat up, huffing and trying to catch my breath. My entire body was disgustingly wet thanks to my sweat. "Leno... are you back?" asked the voluptuous voice of Lilaia. Her long, beaded golden hair hung down her shoulder in a strict braid and her copper brown eyes watched me in concern. Lilaia was a nymph and truthfully, the only being I could talk freely to. I nodded. "Another nightmare." "The same?" she asked, handed me a cloth. I immediately took it and wiped away the sweat on my brow. "Yes." I had been having the same nightmare recently: my master accuses me of some wrongdoing that I strangely couldn't remember and beat me for it. Always the same vivid pain and tension. Yet I couldn't remember everything... And I'd always wake up after I lost consciousness. "Maybe it's a precognition," Lilaia suggested. "Of what though?" I asked, standing up to face the serene pond that was in front of me. We were near a pond where nymphs lived. I got to go there when Lilaia was the only nymph present. If the others saw me, they'd either freak out or most likely, sell me out to the council... or worst: my master. And I couldn't have that happening. If it did happen then I could say goodbye to the world. Lilaia's eyes grew wide and she waved me away. "Someone is coming!" I jumped behind a moss-covered rock and watched as Lilaia stood up straight, getting ready to greet her visitors. She looked at the bushes and watched as a few elves pushed through, grunting as the branches scratched them. "Greetings," Lilaia said, her voice lowering when she noticed who her visitors were. A younger looking elf raised his bow and arrow and pointed it at Lilaia, his eyes squinting. My mouth gaping, I tried my best to remain silent and unnoticed. What was the elf doing? Lilaia's eyes narrowed and she backed up in suspicion. "Why hostile?" The other elf, an older looking one with an arrow as well, pointed it at Lilaia. She shook her head, her golden braid waving in the air. "Back down nymph," the younger elf warned. "I will shoot to kill." "Why?" Lilaia exclaimed, her eyes widened with fear. The younger elf was about to shoot, but the older one stopped him. "Stand down. Now." All elves held that commanding and demanding tone. All of them, even the dirt poor elves. Even the servants treated non-elves like trash. Lilaia shook her head. "No. Now leave before my sisters come back." As I crouched behind the rock, I saw another elf, this one was behind Lilaia, quiet and armed with a sword. I didn't know what to do- no, what could I have done? My good consciousness was telling me to warn Lilaia. But my fear for my life kept me from opening my mouth. Even if I did open my mouth, I knew that my voice wouldn't make a sound. I was just that afraid, that fallible. I was weak and truthfully, I wondered why I was even alive. What was the point in my life? As I thought those things, the elf that was creeping behind Lilaia lunged at her, sending the blade of the sword through her back. She let out a scream, a loud and painful scream, and toppled onto the ground. I watched in silence and I didn't move an inch. It would have been best to keep quiet. She was already on the ground and the elves were still there. It wasn't smart to let them catch me then. The elf that stabbed Lilaia yanked out the blade and her blood spilled out onto her white dress and the ground. As I watched the gruesome scene, tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. She was my only friend... ________________________________________________________ Hello there! I'm extremely new to this site, and I love writing! This was something random I decided to write so it has a few grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy and continue to read this ^^

What's up guys? So posting a new one. This is the breakup of Vegeta and Goku songfic. Mostly song, not much fic. There will be a lot of switching back and forth, so try to keep up. The song I chose is Just Give Me A Reason by Pink and Nate Reuss. There will be some words that are changed, so to those of you who know the song in and out, don't call me out on it. I already know. I came across this song while just listening and watching videos and I was like 'Oh my god. This is exactly how Goku felt when he and Vegeta broke up before he met Rexyl!' That's for those of you who are following the RPs in the Roleplaying Arena. If youyou''re not reading the RPs, then that's okay. But you may be a little confused at what's going on. Anyway, sit back, enjoy. Leave me a message if you like! Oh. I don't own DBZ or the song of choice. ------------------------------------------------ Goku stretched his arms above his head, sighing as he lay in bed. After taking a nervous glance at the clock, he finally heard the bedroom door open. Vegeta stepped inside, glancing at Goku, "Hey." Goku waved a little, "Hey." Vegeta moved across the room, removing his shirt in the process, "You're up late." Goku nodded, using the remote to turn off the TV, "I waited for you." Vegeta paused, then slowly got into some sleep pants, "Oh.. okay." He turned the light off before getting into bed, pulling the sheet up to his chest. "Goodnight, Kakarot.." Goku stared at Vegeta, his back to him and he leaned over, sodtky kissing his temple. He received nothing as he sighed softly, "Goodnight, Vegeta.." (Vegeta) Right from the start, you were a thief, you stole my heart. And I, your willing victim. I let you see the parts of me that weren't all that pretty. And every time, you fixed them. (Goku) But you've been talking in your sleep.. oh oh. Saying things you never say to me.. oh oh. Telling me you had enough of our love.. our love. Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough. We're not broken, just bent. And we can learn to love again. It's in the stars, and written on the scars of our hearts. We're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again. I'm sorry I don't understand where all this is coming from. I thought that we were fine? (Vegeta) Oh, we had everything... (Goku) Your head is running wild again. Baby, we still have everything. It's all in your mind. (Vegeta) But it's still happening... (Goku) I've been having real bad dreams.. oh oh. You used to lie so close to me.. oh oh. (Vegeta) Now there's nothing but empty sheets between our love.. Our love. (Goku) Just give me a reason, just a little bits enough. (Vegeta) But I'm broken. (Goku) No, just bent. And we can learn to love again! I never stopped, you're still written in the scars of our hearts. We're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again. (Vegeta) Our tear duct are rust. (Goku) I'll fix it for us. (Vegeta) We're collecting dust and this love's not enough. (Goku) You're holding it in. (Vegeta) I'm pouring a drink.. (Goku) Nothing is as bad as it seems, just come clean! Just give me a reason, just a little bits enough. Just a second, we're not broken, just bent. And we can learn to love again. It's in the stars, written in the scars of our hearts. We're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again. (Vegeta) No, I'm broken, not bent. (Goku) But we can learn to love again. just give me a reason, just a little bits enough. You're not broken, just bent. It's in the scars, you're still written in the scars of my heart. We're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again. Vegeta awakens from sleep in the morning, feeling like he hadn't slept at all. He turns his head, seeing Goku curled beside him, an arm around his waist. Vegeta sighed again, shaking him awake, "Kakarot.. we need to talk..."

it probably will goes like how the other want you to be!! ................ it just depends what the kind of people in your life "" ................ agreed or not !/^^\

/First off, just wanna say, YAY TO MY FIRST POSTED FAN-FIC!!! Hope you enjoy a (hopefully) good fan-fiction on a good couple! Hope I do well!! :hamtaro-005 (5): "I'm just..confused." Vegeta said while training with his son. "How on earth could Kakarot STILL be stronger than me?!?!" "Won't you just quit it," Trunks said while throwing a punch..and missing, "Can't you just get over it?" "NO! NEVER!" Vegeta said, growing impatient. "Plus, that clown asked if I could train with him!" "Did you say no?" Trunks asked. "OF COURSE NOT!" Vegeta practically spat back, "I NEVER back down from a challenge!!" Trunks just shrugged. Passive aggressive as always thought Trunks. "There you are!" Goku said as Vegeta, regretfully, arrived at the training sight. The training sight was out in the middle of nowhere. It looked like a forest without any trees. Or animals. "Can we just get this over with?" Vegeta asked impatiently. "OF COURSE!" Goku responded along with a punch. They fought for hours until finally..."I'm kinda tired." Goku said. "Lets take five." Vegeta just responded with a grunt and sat down. Vegeta leaned back. Goku saw the front of Vegeta's shirt ride up past his belly button. He quickly turned his head as Vegeta said, "Why are you looking at me?" "No reason." Goku said, blushing a bit. Vegeta shrugged and all fell silent. Goku could fell a hotness growing in his cheeks. Just control yourself Goku thought to himself. The hotness, growing in his cheeks. Vegeta turned to Goku and laughed a bit. "You look like a tomato Kakarot! Whats wrong with you? You look like more of a clown then ever!" Goku turned to Vegeta. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Before Vegeta could say another word, Goku forced his lips onto Vegeta's. Vegeta tried to move his head but Goku held it tight and forced his tongue into Vegeta's mouth. He pushed Vegeta to the ground and pulled his pants down. Vegeta's eye's grew wide and afraid, like an animals. Goku ran to fingers down Vegeta's chest, all the way down to his navel then ran the two fingers down Vegeta's cock. Vegeta's cheeks grew red and hot as the pleasure traveled up his body and make him shiver.Goku pressed his lips gently on the warm flesh as Vegeta groaned and arched his back. "K-kakarot," Vegeta said as the pleasure grew more intense. Goku slipped the flesh into his mouth and Vegeta clasped his hands over his own mouth. The pleasure, so intense, building up. Vegeta tightened the grip on his mouth as cum spilled into Goku's mouth. Goku quickly spat it out. "Wow Vegeta," Goku said while slowly climbing on top of Vegeta, "you really are weak." Goku thrust and Vegeta cried out. Over and over, Goku thrust in farther. Tears ran down Vegeta's face as Goku came into him. "ugh...k-kakarot...aa." Vegeta held his stomach and thought to himself I'm right. I'll never win to Kakarot. TO BE CONTINUED.....

This is something I wrote after watching this video: This is something that I myself find very disturbing and sad, but it was just the feeling I got from the video. This isn't, in any ways, related to that video or any real events in Naruto, just something that rushed past my writer's-block after watching the video above. I hope to get feedback about this, no matter the nature of it. Negative or positive, please let it come. Killing my heart softly The heaven cried together with him. Rain poured down to ground as a large fall, watering the whole ground. Just like his tears ran down on his cheeks as he ran towards the cellar of the hospital, leaving only small wet drops behind. His chest was in so much pain that it prevented him from breathing. He couldn't get even one inhale to his lungs. It hurt to even think about receiving oxygen. It hurt so much that he couldn't almost even move. Still he was here, running towards the emergency room. "You can't get past h--" The words of an ANBU-guardian were cut off when he was pushed out of the way together with the other guardians with a fire wall. The raven haired boy rushed through the heavy white doors into a darkroom with the only light in the middle of the room, around the surgery area. The boy stared at what was in front of him with empty doll-like eyes,tears running down on his cheeks like rivers. The whole room gasped at his entrance, and in less than a second, 13 ANBU-squad members jumped at him, ready to finish him off in an instance. The raven haired boy didn't even flinch at this. The pain in his chest just grew as he continued to watch the dimly lighted center of the emergency room. It was like someone was cutting open his upper body and sticking a knife through his chest. It was killing him, that pain. "Halt!" A powerful woman-voice raised in the otherwise silent room, and 13 shinobi stopped only seconds away from thrusting their kunai's in to the raven haired boy's chest. "Let him through." Tsunade ordered, and now the ANBU-squad didn't even move as the young man walked past them. 15 meters away... His feet were wobbly, and the pain in his chest was tightening. His vision was so masked with tears that he could barely see what was in front of him anymore. He let out quiet exhaling-noices, and his shoulders were shaking in a lonely manner. 10 meters away... He couldn't see anymore. Only the dim light was showing him the way, since it shined through the darkness and tears, faintly.His steps became slower and slower and his body weaker and weaker. He couldn't almost even raise his feet anymore. The pain in his chest almost killed him. 5 meters away... His body was starting to feel numb. He couldn't almost feel his feet anymore. Were they even moving? Was he getting closer or not? It was hard to tell without an ability to see. 2 meters away... Someone called his name, and the vision came from black to blurry. He could see again, but just a bit. It took him seconds to get adjusted to the light and find the darker objects in front of him again. Half a meter away... He stopped walking. He could now tell that in front of him there was the surgeon's table, and there was a person lying on it. The hard part was to now wipe off his tears when he could hardly even move his body anymore. Somehow he managed. Blood,open holes and wounds everywhere, bandages, stitches, black spots.The pain in the chest started to slowly become unbearable. It was literally making him fall on his knees. The unconscious body here was recognizable, no matter how bruised and bloody it was. He recognized that face, those lips, that neck-line, those collarbones. Every single part of that body was known by him better than his own name. The raven haired tried to reach his hand forward, to touch him. To touch that familiar face. To touch the body of his most precious person.But he couldn't. His body wouldn't move anymore. He had totally lost his will power after that sight. There, in the place of his most precious person's arm, was only emptiness and bloody bandages above non-existing flesh. It turned his stomach upside down and he vomited to the floor. "We had to cut his arm off because of the infection... It would have proceeded to his heart otherwise. I'm sorry..." Someone spoke, but he didn't listen. He even couldn't listen. Water blurred his vision once again and he raised his face to the ceiling. He opened his mouth, and for minutes no voice came out from his lips. Salted water drops flowed into his mouth from his eyes, but he still didn't give a sound. Not even when someone called his name. He couldn't calm down and listen.He was about to freak out. It was only a matter of time when the realization would hit him. He just had to accept the fact that--- "Itachiii------!"The cry of a raven haired boy could be heard trough out all the way from the cellar of the hospital to the heaven. It was a ear-ravishing scream full of emotion. Pain, horror, sadness and desperate call for help. He got his answer from the sky again. A thunderbolt hit the ground near to them and blacked out the whole village. Emergency room as well. It was black only for seconds though. Soon the operating surgeons and medical ninja activated the refrigerator and started to operate under the new light with double speed. He lost the count of seconds and hours as he sat there, in the middle of the room next to the table. He didn't realize that he was on the way nor did he realize that he was sitting on his own vomit. Even if he had realized that, he wouldn't have been able to move though. Everything else in him had gave up activity except for his chest which was eating his heart alive. He wanted the nightmare to end soon and to see his precious person healthy and in full spirits once again. He didn't want to be here and see this. Anything else but not this. He felt like loosing it, his head was starting to feel dizzy and his eyes heavy as if they were pulled down by two mountain-fulls of rock. He fought against losing his consciousness with all his will, but it seemed like he had lost his mental strength as well. He was just an empty shell without a thing inside. Even the tears wouldn't come out anymore. The pain in his chest had made him numb to anything else. He couldn't even think straight. He just sat there and stared at the bloody floor with emotionless eyes for hours. Maybe for days. No-one had counted time since his arrival. Just when he was about to lose himself to the pits of darkness, a hand fell on his head. A wet, sweaty and bloody hand full of bruises and pain. "Sa...su...ke"A faint voice called. A sound so quiet that the raven haired boy couldn't even be sure if he had heard a real thing, or if he had just fallen asleep. The hand moved on his head, rustling his hair and the voice rose once again, this time even more quieter. It called out his name again, but now it came out only as pained pants. The medics started to run all around the patient, yelling in shock. "He should be unconscious for at least the next 4 months, how did he just speak?" "This isn't possible, he talked even if the survival percent is nonexistent!" "This is a miracle!" "Wait! Look at the sensors! His life force is getting weaker and weaker!" "His heart is going to explode just like his lungs if he continues to speak anymore!" "I can't feel him breath anymore." Those yells went to deaf ears. He didn't pay attention to them. He rose from the floor, shakily holding the edge of the table in a tight grip. His eyes hit the lying body of his big brother, his most precious person. The bloody, sweaty hand now came in touch with his hand which held the edge firmly, and Sasuke's eyes wet again. "I'm sorry... I'm so... sorry... I did... didn't... mean to.... I didn't mean... so sorry...." Sasuke's body started to shake violently as his pained sobs grew faster and louder. The salted drops fell on the bruised hand of his brother, and that's when he saw his brother slowly open eyes. Those eyes were something which Sasuke knew he would never forget. Those eyes were the ones of someone who was standing in hell's fire, and had already stood there for hundreds of years. I could describe them as full of pain, horror and fear, but they were far worse from that. There were no words to describe those eyes which shot at Sasuke's face after a few seconds of searching. As soon as they found their target, the corners rose slightly.The older raven haired was in too much pain and probably couldn't feel the half of his face, so the mouth didn't curve, but it was definitely a smile saying: "Don't worry, everything is fine otouto." "Do... gize...Do.. not... apo... logize..." The rest of the words always turned into pained gasps but Sasuke got the hold of their meaning. It didn't make him feel better at all. It felt like if someone hit a fist through his chest, took his heart into a firm grip and squeezed it with all force. He was the worst. He didn't deserve such kind words. "I--- I love you... I.. I love you so much..." Sasuke whispered, and his voice broke at last. He pressed his forehead against their connected hands and let out pained cries, his heart full of pain. The hand in his squeezed just a little bit, and he knew that his message had went through. He loved Itachi. Not as a brother but as just himself. As another person loved other person, without any restrictions. A pure love. He kissed on the back of Itachi's bruised hand and could feel the weakened muscles tense at the touch of his lips. Carefully and slowly he drew his face back from the hand and turned his face to meet Itachi's eyes. Again,the eye-corners had went up by a few millimeters and if he wasn't seeing his own things, Sasuke saw that the mouth was also curved very very little. It was as if it was a ghost of a curve. The warm gaze in those pained and otherwise empty eyes was everything to the raven haired boy. He couldn't have wished for more than the attention of those two shimmering orbits. It would have been more than enough for him for the rest of his life. He had never wanted anything else than this. And he had endangered it. He had put all of this at risk. The future was now hanging on the edge of a knife, and you couldn't tell when it would fall or be cut in half. It was scaring the hell out of him, more than anything. His chest pained again. The older male saw the change of the younger one's expression. Darker,sad eyes and avoiding manners. The hand was squeezed again, this time it could hardly even be felt. The older brother felt that he was already on the edge and should have just closed his eyes to survive.One more movement, even raising a finger could have killed him. He knew it yet he didn't want to do what he should have done. Instead he collected all of his remaining energy and living force and put it into his very last actions. A full-edged smile took it's place on his sweaty face and he raised his hand up. He flicked two of his fingers at his younger brothers forehead, just like old times. Gently like a peck of kiss."I.......too--"Those were the only words which came past his lips anymore, the other two were left missing, said but with no voice. Then he coughed two times, and on the last cough he spitted a large amount of blood upwards, which landed on his face soon after. He had coughed out the remains of his life. The last drops of blood that had kept his heart beating, even if it was only faintly. There was no heart beat anymore. One soul's energy had left the room, disappeared into the darkness. It was gone now, for an eternity.

(From July 4th, 2014!) Happy fourth! I just wanted to write some USUK today, and it's America's birthday (shut up, it's 12:37 AM), so . . . let us begin! This is short, sorry. Well, it's fluffy! If you're in the mood for USUK cuteness—here it is! England sneezed again into another tissue, tossing it into the garbage can. "I really hate being sick . . . ." He shook his head, trying to clear it, and focused his green eyes on the pale blue door. He waited for it to open from his crouched position, hidden from any eyes that would peer through the piece of wood. He stifled another cough when he heard the door slam open. Who else would slam the door open like that but America? Sure enough, the blond megane walked out of the World Meeting, ready to take his break. He had a hamburger in hand, a rumbling stomach, and an extra bounce in his step. It was the fourth of July, which was his birthday. I wonder where Iggy is? He didn't show up at the meeting today, which is odd. Usually, he's one of the first people there! Maybe he's sick; it is my birthday, after all. America shrugged and looked for a place to eat, rounding the corner. England sighed. Now's my chance; I'd better take it! He stepped out of his hiding place, dusting himself off with nervous fingers, and anxiously walked to America. "Oh, hey, England! Where were you?" His brilliant blue eyes saw that they were alone. "Have you been here this entire time? Arn't you sick?" England blinked at all of the questions, shaking his head. "To answer your questions, I was sitting against that wall, yes, and yes. I, uh, just wanted to give you your birthday present." "Ooh~ Where is it?" America smiled and excitedly looked around the empty hallway. "Is it in a big box with a bow? Knowing you, you'd probably give me a book for a present." "Nope. It's right here." England, pushing away his anxiety, leaned forward and connected his lips to the other man's, closing his eyes. America's blue eyes opened wide with shock at the sensation. He almost surprised himself by realizing that he . . . kinda—err, really—liked it. The kiss was soon over as England pulled away; the two were blushing heavily. "Uhm, yeah! H-happy birthday . . . ," England stuttered, hand resting on the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Don't be silly—that was the best birthday present ever!" America laughed happily, drawing England into a hug. "R-really?" England sighed in relief. "Yep! By the way, you suck at hiding your feelings, dude. Everyone knows about your 'thing' for me." "Do you have a 'thing' for me?" England asked, hugging his crush back. "I think I do, 'cuz I just can't stop noticing your adorableness and sexiness and—you know—everything all the time! Those are signs of a crush, right? And increasing heart rate and clumsiness—though I guess I am pretty clumsy anyway—and happiness and—" "Stop talking and kiss me again, then," England commanded, shutting the younger nation up with another kiss. "Okay~" America smiled into the kiss. "Oh, yeah"—England pulled away—"happy birthday."

Summary: Two highschool boys decide to go on a trip together, right after meeting each other for the first time. Just how far will they go? And how far will their feelings go during this trip? Status: In progress Author's Note: Hello everyone! well, i'm no professional writer nor am i very good at it either. ^^'' But i do have fun writing! So, the other day i had an idea and decided to start a story based on that! That being said... here it's the first chapter! ^_^ (PS: I have no schedule to post the chapters. it depends on my time to write them and if i have any ideas or not! xD) Anyway! I hope you all enjoy reading it! ;D sorry for any error i might make! >. *** Story Information: there are 2 main characters (at least for now). they are both young boys in highschool. when it comes to their speeches, one will be (kind of)red and the other one will be (kind of)blue. -------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - Going Somewhere The riverside has been, for a very long time, one of the most beautiful and quiet places in town. Not only is the water so clean that it can reflect the light blue of the sky perfectly, it also has the greenest grass one can imagine. In fact, many believe it was once the garden of Gods. However, the same people who admire its beauty also fear it, to the point of avoiding walking near such stunning place. Consequently, human voices were definitely not heard around the river, much less any of those new generation sounds. Even so, since early morning, a new sound could be heard echoing above the river. Splash. Animals came rushing to see who was the one daring to disturb the Gods. Splash. Small circles were dancing in the water, one after the other, making a sudden turbulence. Splash. “Give him a break! He already died a few rocks ago!” At the sound of such words, a slim silhouette turned around to face whoever might have talked just now. The sudden wind blew his hair, making him unable to clearly see the person heading into his direction. “After such powerful attacks… how could he still be alive?” Now, both of them were close enough to be able to see each other. However, there was no continuation to the conversation, as another rock was thrown into the river. The silence was overwhelming; not even the animals were giving any sign of being alive. Even the skeptics would, for a moment, think the Gods were watching those two staring at the river, given the peaceful yet heavy atmosphere. “Why are you skipping classes?” There was no reaction from the other person, not even a slight head movement or a deep sigh, making the silence becoming somewhat awkward. “You’re not one to talk much are you?” How long has it been since any word was heard on that sanctuary? For quite a while the river has been having a talk with himself, loud and clear for everyone else to hear. But somehow that was about to change. “Aren’t YOU the one skipping?” “He lives…” The surprise upon his face was noticeable even to the small fishes swimming right next to them. After all, the other boy had talked for the first time. Once again they were able to look right into each other faces, only to see a couple of tired and frustrated eyes. “I don’t like school.” “Why don’t you quit then?” “It’s not that easy… I can’t just quit!” The boy arm was up while holding a rock, patiently waiting to be thrown into the moving river. However, its destiny changed, as the arm slowly went down and the rock fell in the grass, where it belonged. “Wanna go somewhere?” Whether it was the surprise upon hearing the rock boy actually taking the lead and making such daring question, or the fact he was thinking before giving his answer, there was no response for a while. “Where’s somewhere exactly?” “Well… Just somewhere…” The boy started to move away from the river, heading to somewhere, leaving the other one behind staring at him, questioning whether to go or not. “Hey! Wait! I’m going too!” He started running to catch up with the slim silhouette walking ahead of him. “Someone must keep an eye on you! You might end up killing every river around there and… we wouldn’t want you to go to jail this young, would we?” The smile on his face while saying such bizarre things, made the other one chuckle. “If you say so” “What’s your name?” The silence was the only response he had. Yet, it was not a surprise for him, since the other boy didn’t talk much from the start. “I’m Daichi. Kanzaki Daichi“ The only thing he could think of, due to all that silence, was that that rock boy was extremely shy. Because, somehow he did not come around as a rude one, so he could only be shy… or just suspicious of others. “So… where are we really going?” “Somewhere”

Summary: Grimmjow needed his afternoon nap, so he went to find his cuddly berry of course, as usual. Status: Completed Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach in any way, nor do I own Grimmjow or Ichigo! This is purely fan-based. ********* “Ichi..~” Grimmjow purred as he climbed through the open window of Ichigo’s room. He landed on the bed and crawled to Ichigo who was studying at his study table and took hold of Ichigo’s arm. “Ichi, I’m.. Sleepy.. Let’s cuddle.” Grimmjow yawned between his words as he rubbed his eyes. “I can’t, Grimm. I got finals to pass. Just sleep without me, okay?” Ichigo said and softly patted the other’s head, still paying his books much attention, which made the other pout and pulled on his sleeve. “Ichi..” Grimmjow whined before flopping on the bed and rolling into a ball to show that he’s upset and very sleepy and just wants to be hugged by the orange-haired boy while he sleeps. “I’m sorry, Grimm. Don’t be like this, okay?” Ichigo said, placing the book aside and moving his attention to the sleepy male. “I wanna sleep with ya..” Grimmjow mumbled as he rested his head on the other’s shoulder. Ichigo sighed softly, he really couldn’t argue with the other when he wants to sleep. And maybe he should get some rest, too. It’s been few hours since he continuously stared at his books. Ichigo then got on the bed with the other beside him who was playing with the hem of his shirt absent-mindedly. “Okay, okay. I’ll sleep with you.” Ichigo said, smiling as he softly caressed Grimmjow’s cheek in which the other purred in delight as a responds. The sleepy male grinned happily before he leaped into his lover’s arms, finally feeling safe and comfortable and ready to nap. “I love ya, Ichi..” Grimmjow murmured as he fell into a dreamless sleep within seconds. Ichigo chuckled; the other was always so unexpectedly honest and adorable when he’s sleepy. “Sweet dreams, Grimmjow.” Ichigo whispered and gently place a kiss on top of his hair. Ichigo closed his eyes and fell asleep with the other in his arms. Maybe I’ll spoil him with more little kisses and soft strokes next time. Author's note: Just wanted to share this really short fluff oneshot!

Summary: Artic Fox was a simple man. Challenging the strongest was all he wanted. He found one; in a brilliant red package. Status: complete. Disclaimer: I do not own 1/2 Prince nor make any profit from it. His fighting prowess is exemplary. The top assassin of the Ice Emperor syndicate: Silver-Masked Quick Fox. Ding.. "That's it for today. Be sure to study for exams next week. Have a good weekened everyone." The teacher cheerfully said as she picked up her things and headed for the door. Tap. "Uhm.. do you have a minute. You see, we were wondering if you like to join us for bowling this afternoon and.. "I have other plans." Before the girl could finish what she was saying, he already refused her. No need to do inconsequential things he said himself. He unhurriedly picked up his things and walk-out of the door. "So cold~" the girl said. Though she appeared to be hurt by his refusal, his aloofness is his best asset. The unattainable bishie. *** After his afternoon practice, he went to his bedroom and began to do his homework. Incidentally, he switch the tv open to tune in for news about the assassinated rebel leader. As he was busy scribbling on his notes, something caught his attention. "Yes,and the best part is it's realism! 99%! Can you imagine a world were you get to be a warrior, a mage or anything for that matter....." The voice of the man in the commercial drifted in the background in his mind. An online game with 99% realism? Blood boils from within him. Without a moment of hesitation he placed an order and excitedly wait for his new conquest. After a few months of playing Second Life, Artic Fox was starting to feel what he usually feel about his everyday life. It's routine. Challenging players, beating them. Fighting mob boss, beating them. He is not do good in crowds so finding teamates isn't really going to cut it for him. So when he heard about the tournament, all he can do is watch the matches,to see if he can find someone worthy to challenge for spar. He entered the arena with no high expectation. Just to find someone to past the time with is fine. The first matches he saw was disappointing, not one pique his interest. That is before he saw the Odd Squad match against the Perfect princess team. Their only warrior; an elf- was unusually composed. With an air of arrogance around him. He casually stab a girl (beautiful or not)and smiled as if nothing has happened. For the first time, Artic Fox nape hair raise. He was excited once more. Prince.. i'll remember you. He said to himself. Prince fame explodes instantly when Odd Squad wins the tournament. Although he admit that the elf's fighting style is really strange and uncoordinated. He can't deny the fact that Prince is good. -- "How can he be the spokesperson for Second life hmm? A brat! He looks like he is in highschool! And he didn't even survived the last round of the tournament! Che!"a man in the bar was speaking really loud while he quaff. "And being a liege lord? I heard that his level is low, i bet he just gain alot of supporters because of his looks! Can you believe it? A concert?! Haha.." the other man said. Right now, he is 100 percent sure that they are talking about Prince. Opportunity presented itself; he rose from his seat leaving his drink and food behind and introduce himself to the men. **** As he saw Prince entering the room, he felt an irrepressible urge to start the battle. Prince still exudes an arrogant air. Standing really bored in front of the men. Even when being challenge, he looks like he doesn't care. This excites him more. I hope you don't disappoint me. He gave Prince a meaningful look. "Since you have selected your strongest player, then i suppose i will select mine as well." Prince said. This shock him. Who is it? He mused. He can't help but feel disappointed. Coming all the way here to challenge the strong and the so called strong is cowering, or bluffing? Then comes in a man with a brilliant red hair. " Ah, Kenshin, you will be one dueling Artic Fox." Is this some kind of joke? Me sparring with an unknown man wearing newbie clothes? Artic Fox stared at the man coldly, trying to intimidate him. Unflichingly the man just stared back. Good! I'll kill you quick he said. *** As kenshin delivered the final blow, Artic Fox saw that bright red hair elegantly swayed with his swift movements. What a powerful strike he mused. -- Sitting at an inn, the man in front of him was gracefully sipping tea. It's been a few days since he followed Kenshin everywhere he goes. Asking chances for spar, but all Kenshin does is sip tea and sit somewhere. He never even leaves Infinite City. Curious he asked. "Why do you stay here and be Prince's body guard?" "Because he told me i can do anything but stay near him." The man retort. "Why do you obey?" For a powerful man like him, he can do whatever he wants. Even challenge Prince and claim lordship over the City. A few moments past, Kenshin just said " He said i'm his friend." He wanted to laugh at the thought. So is he some fan of Prince and decided to stay to protect him? "Spar with me again," he gave Kenshin a challenging look. He answered Artic fox with a nod and stand. He was beaten again. Huffing really loudly, he tried to catch his breath. The red hair man is standing in front of him was very relaxed as if the exchange of heavy blows didn't affect him much. Artic Fox looked at him from head to toe, trying to remember if he had encounter someone as strong as him in real life. Very few people can actually matched to his level and Kenshin's existance really baffles him. Just as he regains his composure and stand straight, a strong gush of wind blew and flip Kenshin's brilliant red hair. Without trying to fix it, Kenshin look at Artic Fox and walk towards him. Taken aback, Artic Fox was confused by Kenshin's action. Kenshin reach his hand out to touch Artic Fox face. Involuntarily, he flinched. "Leaf." Kenshin said non challantly. Holding out a very tiny dried leaf in his hands and show it to Artic Fox. Badump. Kenshin strode past him leaving a trail of gently blowing red hair near Artic Fox face. As if the man was walking in slow motion like in a romantic drama, Artic Fox heartbeats tripled in pace. He could not understand why the sudden increase in tempo. That day, he didn't really want to go offline. *** As usual,the minute Artic Fox goes on-line, Kenshin was all he wanted to see. He tried sending him private messages but the man doesn't even answer. He heard that Kenshin will only listen to Prince message and so even if he send him SOS or anything, he will never respond. His heart was very heavy that day. Deciding on what to do, he walk past the store and saw a shop selling equipments. He immediately think about Kenshin. His gears are not even justifying his monstrous strenght. Suspicion is starting to form but he just brush it off. As long as he get to spar with him then that's fine. A few months after, the truth about Kenshin's identity was expose. He was an NPC who gained awareness. That lingering feeling that snake it's way in Artic Fox thought has dissolve. Kenshin really isn't human to begin with. The beating inside his heart increased again. Does this mean that one of these days, Kenshin might be deleted? And what does it mean when they say 'gained awareness'? Not wanting to prolong his confusion he went and ask Kenshin. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at their usual sparring place. Somewhere near trees in the middle of clearing. "When they said self awareness, does that mean you feel emotions too?" He ask *Nod. "Have you.. have you ever love like Sunshine?" He almost choked at his question. He can't even understand himself. All his feelings are fresh emotions. All he know is that he didn't want Kenshin to be erased. *Nod. Huh? Who? Who does Kenshin love? Is it Prince? He wanted to ask but can't find the courage to do so. All he did was clench his jaw and grab his sword. He slash his sword wildly at the man. Technique aside. He just ruthlessly attack Kenshin like he is mad at him. His reason for doing so remains a question. Kenshin isn't even drawing his sword. He just evade the blows and eyed Artic Fox very suspiciously. When Artic Fox showed no sign of stoping, Kenshin manuevered his feet swiftly and trip Artic Fox on the ground. He then straddle him on top and gave an exaperated sigh. His facial expression asking 'What's the problem?' Kenshin on top of him, face inches away, hair envelope in his body. Artic Fox realized the reason for his irritation. He loves this man. Sure, Kenshin was the only person he didn't win over a fight, but he realized he loves Kenshin taciturn nature. His elegance and calmness. His unwavering confidence. NPC or not he doesn't want to lose him. With one swift movement, he overturned their position, surprising Kenshin. Now laid on the ground underneath him, Artic Fox press both of Kenshin's legs with his and held his arms. Without holding back, he kissed him passionately. Pushing his tongue inside Kenshin's mouth. The fact that Kenshin was very stunned made Artic Fox do this without worry. Heat rise from inside his belly. He couldn't even contain himself. When he tried to kiss Kenshin's neck, the red hair warrior snap and struggle. A few seconds later, Artic Fox became a white light. There was a new gossip at school the following day. The cold unattainable beauty was caught smiling to himself and looked very cheerful. The females couldn't help but sigh and be jealous. Just who is the lucky woman? They all wonder. *** "I still want to be a man." Kenshin nonchallantly ask Prince not to change his body into a female. Artic Fox constant death threats to Gui and Wicked has clearly taken it's toll on them. "But Kenshin, Artic Fox might kill us if we make you into a male, can't you reconsider?" Gui said. "I'll kill you if you don't." Kenshin said sternly. "Let him be." A cold voice boomed. Artic Fox clearly wanted Kenshin's body to be a female. But arguing won't do him good. I can wait. Heck, whatever form he takes, as long as his strenght and elegance is still the same, i couldn't care less. He said to himself. -- The year was 2xxx , Kenshin is still sipping tea in front of him. Expressionless; no more. Sometimes Kenshin reveal a faint smile, looking at Prince grandchild. How long has it been since i first saw that brilliant red hair. I can't really recall, answering his own question. "How's your new body?" Kenshin asked Artic Fox. "OK. They did a good job." Artic Fox turned his own body into humanoid, to perpetually stalk Kenshin. That day when realized his feelings, he made up his mind that no one else will do. His heart was set. Though it's been hundred years or so, he still haven't progress one bit. Kenshin is looking at a distant and sigh. He knew Artic Fox was looking at him. "Don't you think finding someone to settle down with is the best thing for you?" He looked at Artic Fox face. "You're the best for me." He receive a very bold answer. He doesn't really hate his company. In fact he likes Artic Fox too. Looking back on all those years, he was never really alone. Prince gave him so much opportunity to live his life, and he lived it contently. I guess it can't be help, he thought. Kenshin slowly rose from his seat and leans in front of him. Then he gave Artic Fox a gentle kiss on the lips. Frozen in place, Artic Fox was confused with what just happen. Kenshin just sit again and sip his tea , he simply said " You win." His patience finally bears its fruit. Very happily , he grab Kenshin's both hands and kiss it. Whe he finally gain a little composure, Artic Fox said "Let's go to bed." Obviously couldn't contain it anymore. Kenshin isn't really objecting. He is just contemplating what Artic Fox said. Without receiving an answer, Artic Fox cleared what he meant and with a very serious look he said "I want to be inside you." "What?" That statled Kenshin. "I'll be on top. Let's go to bed." He stand and tried to drag Kenshin, but the man isn't moving an inch. When Artic Fox looks behind, he saw Kenshin face grew very dark. Needless to say, that day; Artic Fox's body was send to Gui and Wicked for extensive repairs.

Summary: Lucien, a single father tries to keep his son Morgan from dating a classmate named Ishvara Yuen for unknown reasons. What will happen to them? Status: In progress Warnings: None. (pm if there are any that need to be added) Additional notes: Lucien is a vampire. Morgan is a werewolf and was adopted. 16+ just in case. (def not 18+) Characters in this fic & About them (no spoilers): Everything about this day was perfect, especially the weather. Taking in a deep breath a young boy finished straightening out his jacket before sitting down on his bed with a soft "poff" from his bed. Picking up his cellphone that was resting on his pillow he slid his finger quickly across the screen to check his messages. As his eyes scanned over the text a wide smile crossed his face and caused his heart to flutter slightly. "Ahhhh, this is so exciting!!" He couldn't stop the bubbly feeling in his gut and flopped back onto his bed fully covering his face with his hands. Just then there was a knock on his door was heard and the boy sat up. "Morgan? I need to go out for a while so i'll be back around seven alright?" He could hear his fathers concerned voice clearly from the thin door. "Alright dad, I'll be here so don't worry so much." He had lied. He had never lied to his dad about something like this before. His heart started to pick up pace for another reason. There was silence for a minute before Morgan's dad peeked through the door. "Alright, remember no one is allowed over when i'm gone." His dad spoke with a serious tone for a moment. "Oh and make sure you don't get too excited you know what happens if you do. Also make sure to eat enough, i've made food in advance. and-" "Dad, i'll be fine." Morgan interjected. "And before you start i'll call you if anything happens." His father laughed a little. "Alright alright, just give me a good luck kiss and i'll leave you be." Morgan snorted and sat up. "No way. I might catch your nerdiness or something." He spoke with a mock tone of annoyance and turned away. A smile crossed his fathers face before he spoke. "Oh how awful. How will I live? I will die without your love?" His dad opened the door more so Morgan could see the dramatic show he put on while speaking. "Maybe i'll just have to take them from you. Absorb all of your love." He suddenly turned walking towards him in a silly fashion and bearing his fangs. "Noooooooo, you'll never take me alive!" Morgan jumped up and tried to "run away" but his father caught him and held his face between his hands smushing Morgans baby face. Morgans father gave him a small peck on the forhead before removing his hands to ruffle his sons hair. "You know I love you right?" His fathers tone was suddenly serious and the grin plastered to morgans face slowly left him. "yeah, of course I do. I love you too." He wanted to ask if something was wrong but before he had a chance his dad had made it to the door again and told him goodbye. Morgan was confused and also now slightly worried as he listened to his fathers footsteps carefully make there way down the stairs. When he heard the door finally close and he was still standing in the same place gradually getting frustrated by what his father said. Or rather the way he said it. Deciding it was best to give his mind a break before his date with Ishvara. A/N:

A/N: This is my fic from fanfiction and I decided to post it here. Enjoy, reading~! Summary: I will always be here, waiting for you to notice me. AkaKuro. ONESHOT. Genre: Angst/Romance Rated: T Warning: Self-beta'd…possibility of Grammar Errors and OOCness! Disclaimer: I don't own any character from Kuroko no Basket. The image being used as the cover is not mine. Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! The loud sound of grandfather clock resounded to the whole empty living room, indicated that it was already 12 midnight. Alone, in the vast, expensively decorated living room… sat a young man on the leather couch, face hiding in his palms. Glancing up at the clock, he let out a barely audible sigh as he sat up straight, leaning against the back of the couch. Eleven minutes after that, there was a soft click of lock being opened and the main door opened, revealing another man with fiery red hair that was holding a briefcase and complete with his business suit. Smiling upon seeing the taller male, the teal-haired man stood up from his seat and walked to greet the man. "Welcome home," he said softly as he took the briefcase from the male. As he took it, the white gold band on his left hand, ring finger glittered due to the light from the kitchen. The red haired man silently nodded his head and gave his briefcase. As he did that, the same white gold band gleamed upon meeting the kitchen light. He let out a tired sigh as he loosened his neck-tie. "Have you had a dinner, Seijuurou-kun?" the teal-haired man asked, taking the tie from the man with the name of Seijuurou. Glancing at his right side, he looked down at the shorter male and nodded his head. "Sorry, I've had my dinner with a client," he paused when he saw a slight disappointment on his husband's face – though, it was barely there with his blank face – and asked for the sake of conversation. "Have you had your dinner, Tetsuya?" Tetsuya shook his head and forced a smile upon his usually blank face. "I was waiting for you," his clutch at the tie and briefcase tightened a little. "It's fine, though, I'm not that hungry and I think I prefer a sleep right now." Seijuurou was silent as he regarded his husband. Slowly, he nodded his head and headed for his office. "I'll be busy tonight and you should sleep first, Tetsuya. Don't wait for me." Tetsuya watched as his husband walked to his office. He shook his head, placing the tie and briefcase on the table and went to the kitchen to wrap the dinner in a plastic wrapping and put it into the fridge. After that, he made some coffee and prepared a light snack for his husband. He went to send the snack and briefcase, knocking the door lightly before he opened and entered the brightly lighted room. Upon entering the office, Tetsuya quietly walked to the table where Seijuurou was busy with his laptop. Without word, he placed the cup of coffee and light snack on the side of the table where there was no paper and the briefcase on the nearby table. "I'll be in the bedroom, good night," the smaller male said quietly and stepped out after hearing a faint, 'thank you, good night, Tetsuya'. Closing the door, the teal-haired man walked to their shared bedroom. Upon entering the dark room, he could almost feel the loneliness and it made him frown. He went to the walk-in-closet to change his clothes into light blue silk pajamas and headed for their King-sized bed. Lying on the huge bed alone made him realize how cold tonight was… or the night before and before this. It had been long since they slept in the same bed, let alone kissing or just hugging. They had been married for a year and about five or six months prior, Seijuurou had changed for no good. Sure, the business was getting good but it changed his attentive husband to someone who was aloof and indifferent. There was no more kissing, touching, hugging and it had been months since they made love. He missed him. Akashi Seijuurou, his husband. Tetsuya hugged the pillow tightly. For some reasons, tonight, he felt the loneliness more than the other days. He couldn't help it. It had been long since they had real conversations and he really, really missed him. "From this moment on, I, Akashi Seijuurou, take you, Kuroko Tetsuya, as my husband for life. I pledge to honor, encourage, and support you through our walk in life together. When our way becomes difficult, I promise to stand by you and uplift you, so that through our union we can accomplish more than we could alone. I promise to work for our love and always make you a priority in my life. With every beat of my heart, I will love you. This is my solemn vow." "Sei-kun…" "Now, Akashi Seijuurou. Do you take the hand of Kuroko Tetsuya as your rightful husband?" "Sei-kun…" "I do." "Sei-kun…" A lone tear made its way down his right cheek and wetted the fluffy pillow. Closing his eyes, the younger man relished back on the day they were announced as partners for life. It felt so long ago, though, it was just last year they got married in Las Vegas. Akashi…no, Seijuurou's voice was still vivid in his mind and his solemn vow to love and cherish him felt like nothing now. It felt like a far-fetched dream and it crushed his heart. Hugging the pillow harder, Tetsuya hid his face in the pillow, letting his tears wet it. He couldn't hold it anymore. No matter how emotionless or blank he was, this was just too much for him. It had dragged for too long and he didn't think he would be able to hold onto this fragile bond. After months of waiting for his husband, his Seijuurou… Akashi Tetsuya felt that he finally lost his husband. The man that he married was no longer his husband but merely the man with the name of Akashi Seijuurou. Tonight… silently, he wept for the lost of his husband and their broken marriage. Maybe, tomorrow, he should ask for a divorce. ~AkaKuro~.~AkaKuro~.~AkaKuro~ Akashi Seijuurou was a very busy and excellent businessman. After he had been married to his boyfriend since middle school, Kuroko Tetsuya, now Akashi Tetsuya, the business had been good and the company stock had been soaring high in the market price. His first few months living comfortably with his dear husband had been changed for worst and now, he didn't even have time to eat or even converse comfortably with Tetsuya. Day by day, he would meet with clients and have meetings till late night. Whenever, he came back home, it would always past midnight and despite it being after 12 A.M., his dear husband would always wait for him with a small smile on his usually emotionless face. For a few nights, he would greet him back with a hug and kiss but days turned months passed and he didn't even smile back or even say, 'I'm back' when he got home. Also, kissing and touching had been long forgotten. There was no real conversation and there was no real contact between them. It was just based on the matrimony paper that they were still the legally married couple. At the inside, he felt that their marriage had broken…died. He knew that Tetsuya always tried to stay strong for him but day by day; he could see the man he loved died down from inside… slowly, his heart broken into tiny pieces. Heaving a tired sigh, Seijuurou cracked his neck from side to side and leaned against the back of the leather seat. Looking to his left side, he grimaced when he saw it was already 02:15 A.M when he finished all the work. Tiredly, he stood up and stretched his body. Accidentally, he knocked the still full cup of coffee his husband had made for him. "Shit!" He quickly moved the paperwork, worried they would get dirtied. Again, he forgot to drink the coffee Tetsuya had made for him and the light snack also didn't move an inch. For every night, Tetsuya would diligently prepare the light snack and coffee for him but every night he would forget to drink or eat them. The dripping of the black liquid to the floor irritated him. He sighed at the extra work he had to do. Walking out, he went to get a wash clothe from the kitchen. Since, the office was at the far side of the hallway, he had to pass the bathroom and bedrooms before he could reach living room and kitchen. Upon passing their bedroom's door, Akashi stopped for a while. The door was ajar and it's unlikely for Tetsuya to forget to close the door. He was about to close the door when he heard the small whimper coming from the bed. He frowned. Opening the door wide, he stepped into their shared bedroom. Quietly, he walked to where their bed was and again the whimper was getting strong coming from his Tetsuya. "Tetsuya, are you awake?" he asked softly as he went to the man's side of bed. He wasn't sure since when they had their own side of the bed but it probably since he got busy with the work. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he carefully peered on the teal-haired male's face. "Tetsuya?" he called again. But, there was no exact word of answer, just a small whimper of, 'Sei…' This confirmed his theory that his husband was just mumbling in his sleep. He was about to leave the room, to continue his journey to the kitchen when a soft cry of – again – his name stopped him. "Sei-kun…don't…go…" a sniff. "Sei…" Looking at the sleep-talking male, Seijuurou shifted a bit so the moonlight lighted on his husband's face. He was surprised when he saw a fresh batch of tears streaming down those smooth cheeks. Instantly, he froze in his place. He never saw his husband cried, not once and even if he had become cold and indifferent towards him, Tetsuya never cried, never complained. "Sei-kun…don't go…" For an instance, he could feel his heart breaking. Tetsuya's voice was soft and sorrow. It was as if he would really think that Seijuurou would really leave him. Yes, he did think that their marriage had died, broken but deep down he knew he still loved his husband. "Co…me…back, sei…" Tightening his fists, he couldn't move his gaze from his husband's sorrowful face. The pleas and whimpers were unconscious yet it was full with breaking emotions. He knew and understood that Tetsuya had always hidden his emotions better than anyone else and he always appeared blank but… That didn't mean Tetsuya was emotionless. If anything, Akashi Tetsuya was the person who had more emotions than anyone he knew. But, usually, those emotions would be hidden securely under his perfect, calm mask. However, being an Akashi, he was one of few people who had been able to read the emotion on that face. And for a few months, he had ignored the crack on that emotionless mask. Until it couldn't contain it anymore and the perfect mask of emotion broke completely. He regretted it. He regretted ever ignoring his husband's sign of distress. His poker mask crumbled under the assault of his husband's tears streaked face. He winched when again Tetsuya let out a soft cry. Leaning down, the red haired male let his fingers wipe the tears from staining the smooth cheeks, before he bowed the rest of the way and placed a first kiss on the soft forehead after months of no touching. Long, dark eyelashes fluttered before the lids opened to show a pair of beautiful ocean. "…Sei-kun?" "Yes, Tetsuya, it's me," he said as he moved to sit closer. "Is that really you?" Seijuurou just nodded his head as he lay on his back and face the younger male. Hugging his confused husband to his chest, he let his chin rest on that mop of blue locks. "It's me, Tetsuya and I'm sorry." "I'm sorry for ignoring you." Was the unspoken words but Tetsuya didn't need to hear it because he understood it just like that. "Sei-kun…" again, Tetsuya let tears fall from his eyes as he hugged his husband in return. Finally, his husband had come back. He didn't know why or how but he just glad Seijuurou was back. "I won't leave you again."

A/N: Again, another Oneshot from me Rated: K Genre: Friendship/Slight romance Summary: ONESHOT. The King got a new guard and it's the bloom of the new friendship. AU. Disclaimer: KKM is not my property. Warning: OOC/AU/UNBETA'D (Beware of grammatical errors!) Please excuse my poor grammar. In the world full with the great kingdoms, great kings, one of the most powerful King was named King Shibuya Yuuri, the demon King. He was the ruler of Shin Makoku and almost of the other kingdoms were his alliances. The King had not yet gotten married and the Ten Nobles, the cabinet that held the power of changing the King's decision, thought it was the time for the King to get a spouse. However, King Yuuri didn't want to get marry for he was still young and he didn't fall for any Princess or Prince. There was no one that could attract the King's special interest. Many suitors came, trying to get the King's hand in marriage but the King rejected all of them, himself. It was the daily occurrences, until, one day… a new bodyguard was assigned to the King. This bodyguard was a soldier from Bielefeld territory. He was the nephew of the Lord himself. The Commander of his own troops. Accepting his new task, Wolfram von Bielefeld set off to the capital of Shin Makoku where the King's castle, Blood Pledge Castle stood proud at the highest point of the kingdom. Galloping his white steed, the blond soldier departed from his castle after receiving his uncle's consent, Lord Waltorana von Bielefeld. Alone, the blond soldier raced towards his destination while thinking of his King's appearance. For all his life, he only lived in his castle and never went to the King's palace. He heard many rumors about the King and all of them saying that the King was a young man, barely achieved his 16 years old, this year. While, Wolfram himself recently just celebrated his 17th birthday. The blond shook his head. He shouldn't judge the King by his age. The kingdom was peaceful thanked to his reign. It was only one year since the new King descended upon the throne and Shin Makoku was already known as the richest and powerful kingdom in many places. Caloria, Small Shimaron, Cavalcade and Francia. All of these realms were part of the alliance. There were many other countries and even now, the King was struggling to form the allegiance with another kingdom, Big Shimaron. Wolfram smiled. He also heard that the King was a nice and kind-hearted person. He had heard many stories about the King's braveness and kind heart. One of them was, when fire ghost wolves attacked the bridge construction at one of the area in Shin Makoku. The King himself came to solve the problem and managed to shoo the supernatural beings. He also helped with the construction and even befriended the village people. The blond Prince could only make one conclusion about their King. He was an amazing King. O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O After few hours of riding, Wolfram arrived at the big castle. Much bigger than his castle at Bielefeld land. Dismounting, Wolfram handed his white horse to one of the soldier. At the stairs, the bald soldier was waiting for him with wide smile. "Good day, Your Excellency. I'm believe that you're Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld. The King's new personal guard." He bowed. Wolfram looked at the man. "Yes, it's me. Sir…" "It's Darcascos." "Yes, Darcascos. I assume that you're here to bring me to the King?" "Yes, Your Excellency. Please follow me." With that, Wolfram followed behind the bald headed soldier. He looked around him as they strolled down the castle hallway. The castle was big with many paintings of the previous King but what took his attention was the first King's portrait. The first King was named Shinou – meaning the First King. No one knows his real name. But, it wasn't what attracted Wolfram. It was the face. Shinou had the same face as him. The golden hair framing the heart-shaped face and with fair skin that had none of those blemishes. He looked as if a twin to Wolfram but the difference was their eyes' color. Wolfram was emerald green and Shinou had sapphire blue eyes. The blond soldier shook his head. It wasn't a weird thing since there were many weird things that happened to him before. "Your Excellency?" Darcascos's voice interrupted the new bodyguard's thought. Wolfram gave signal to the soldier to continue their journey to the King's throne room. Marching down the long hallway, the blond would occasionally met with new peoples. He just smiled at them and nodded his head – a gesture of respect. Three woman servants bowed and blushed when he gave them his charming smile. Wolfram sighed and heard the ladies were saying something like, "This new guard is so handsome," and "I've fallen in love with him," and "Maybe His Majesty would fall in love with him." The last sentence got into Wolfram. What the Lady was thinking? It was unlikely for the King to fall in love with his lowly servant. He sighed. He knew he was beautiful but even so, the King wouldn't fall for him and he just came here to perform his new assignment. Darcascos stopped in front of the ornamented door. There were two guards – provided the security – standing at each side of the huge door to the huge room. The bald soldier opened the door and announced the arrival of the new personal guard to the King. With decorum and grace, the Bielefeld's Prince marched on the red carpet, and heading straight to the King's throne. He stopped just when he arrived at the stairs to the King's throne. Wolfram bent his knees to the carpet floor and lowered his head. "Your Majesty, I'm Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld. I've come here to fulfill my task as your personal guard." "You may lift your head, now." The King's voice ordered him. It was husky and low but at the same time it sounded like a naïve young boy. Wolfram lifted his head but still knelt on the floor. As he fully lifted his head, he met with the blackest and darkest eyes he had ever seen. The eyes were dark and huge and it was full with Wolfram identified as naivety and innocent. But, not only that, there were also sparkle and maturity in those huge eyes. The responsibility of the ruler. O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O At the same time when the new guard entered the throne room, Yuuri couldn't take his eyes away from that beautiful blond that was walking with full dignity and elegance. His eyes locked onto that beautiful being that looked almost like an ethereal being. 'He looks like an angel.' Was Yuuri's thought. Yuuri was enticed by the soldier's good looks. He had seen many people, suitors and humans but none of them has beauty like this young man. None of them, not even woman could match his beauty. Then the new guard stopped in front of him. "Your Majesty, I'm Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld. I've come here to fulfil my task as your personal knight." His voice was melodious. It was like a tune of soft music but full with strength. The strength that belonged to those who had battled and to those that bet their own lives in the battle of life. 'He is indeed a strong one.' Yuuri thought and smiled. "You may lift your head, now." And when his new personal guard lifted his head, Yuuri's eyes instantly locked with those lake-colored eyes. The soldier's eyes were deep emerald but shone with intelligence. He also almost could see flames flickering within those emerald eyes. Their eyes still locked with each other before Yuuri broke the moment. "Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld." "Yes, Your Majesty?" Yuuri walked down of his throne and stood in front of the blond soldier. On his impulse, Wolfram lowered down his head – esteem to his King. Yuuri stood rigid while looking at the soldier. He unsheathed his sword from its case. Slowly and carefully, Yuuri placed the sword on Wolfram's right shoulder. "In the name of the Great One, the First King, I, Shibuya Yuuri, 27th Maou of Shin Makoku bestowed upon you, Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld, a post as my personal knight." Yuuri lifted his sword and put back into its sheath. Wolfram raised his head and positioned his right hand on his left chest. "I accepted the duty, Your Majesty." Yuuri nodded in understanding and walked back to his throne. Silently, he sat back on his chair. Looking straight at his new bodyguard, Yuuri smiled. "You may stand now," he ordered. The blond soldier nodded and placed his hands on each side of his body. With grace, Wolfram stood with a poise stance. "Thank you, Your Majesty." "From today on, you're my personal knight." ~End~

Summary: Eren Cries When Mikasa Died, Rivaille Confort Him. Since Then Eren Started To Fall In Love With Heichou...Will Eren Confess His Love To Rivaille? Pairings: Eren X Rivaille(Levi) Status: Completed --------------------------- ~Forever Together~ One-Shot Eren Are Standing On The Walls Looking At The Titans. "...." Eren Eyes Are Full With Tears And Started To Cry. "Eren" Eren Looks Back And See Rivaille Called His Name. "What The Hell You're Crying About?"Rivaille Asked Eren. "N-Nothing,Heichou!" Eren Answered. "Jeez... What A Crybaby..." Rivaille Hugged Eren. "I'm Alone Now.. Heichou..." Eren Cries While Been Hugged By Rivaille. "Now...Mikasa Died...Because Of Me..." Eren Cries Ever Harder "No... She Didn't Die Because Of You,Eren...She Died Because She Wanted To Protect You." Rivaille Tries To Make Eren Stop Crying. But Eren Keeps Crying And Crying.. Eren Hugs Rivaille Tightly. ~~~~~ At The Hideout. "Anu...H-Heichou.." Eren Blushed "You're Welcome, Idiot."Rivaille Answered While Drinking Coffee "H-Heichou..."Eren Blushed And Suddenly Hugged Rivaille And The Coffee Falls Down To The Floor. "Hey, Idiot..My Coffee Falls Because Of You!" Rivaille Yells. "Heichou...Your Hugs Makes Me Comfortable.."Eren Talks While Blushed "Your Body...Is Not Tall..And... Your Body Is Soft..." Eren Hug Rivaille Tightly "Oi--" Rivaille Tries To Get Off. "I Loved You..Heichou.." Eren Says And Then Kissed Rivaille "?!"Rivaille Shocked "...."Rivaille Blushed Eren Stopped Kissed Rivaille And Blushed. "...." Silentness Beetween Them "I Loved You...Too...Idiot..." Rivaille Talks While Blushing. "W-WHAT?! YOU-YOU LOVE ME TOO?!" Eren Scream While Blushing "DONT SCREAM! And..Yeah I Love You Too...Idiot...." Rivaille Blushed "....Hehehe! That Means We Together Forever?" Eren Smiles "Yeah.."Rivaille Blushed THE END. Afterwords:

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters, just this fanfiction, enjoy minna. Sasuke and Naruto are in love with each other. It was obvious to everyone but them So their friends decided to do something about it in a upcoming party. "Naruto did you know that Neji is throwing a party?" Kiba asked. The blond slammed his locker as he noticed Sasuke and Gaara nuzzling each other. "No I haven't heard, why ask?" "I want you to come with me to the party." "I don't want to go!" "It'll be fun instead of sulking around." Naruto was convinced by that statement as he decided to accompany Kiba to the party. "Sasuke have you heard of your friend's party?" Gaara asked. "Yes but I'm not going." "The idiot I'm in love with isn't going." "If I told you he was going, would you come along with me?" the sand boy asked. "Of course I'll go." "Well Hyuuga Negi's party is this Saturday." Sasuke nodded his head as he gathered his books stuffing them inside his bag. Classes flew by, thus the weekend begun. -Negi Hyuuga's party- A lot of people were enjoying themselves dancing, eating, and laughing during the party. Yet Naruto was eating ramen and drinking milk as per usual. Kiba asked him to join him in a dance and he agreed nonchalantly. "We're here Sasuke," the red haired announced as he and Sasuke walked through the threshold. "This better not be boring!" "Just don't think of it that way." "I...won't," Sasuke trailed off as he noticed his blond and Kiba dancing sexily and sensually. "Naruto seems to be enjoying himself," Gaara remarked. "Come on Gaara, let's dance." Sasuke said as he took hold of Gaara's hand. It was Naruto's turn to see the guy he's in love with shaking his ass onto Gaara's groin. "Are you okay Naruto?" "Yeah I'm fine..." the blond gritted his teeth as the twisted feeling of jealousy pitted his stomach. "It's time for me to leave," he mumbled hastily. "What? Why?" Kiba asked curiously. "This party is boring now." "Wait don't go!" Kiba ran after the blond as he left the party scene after him. "What do you want?" Naruto turned around, only to have Kiba's lips settled upon his own surprisingly. "I'm going to see what's with the idiot," Sasuke made his way toward the exit. Gaara followed behind before spotting the lip lock duo. "It seems to me your idiot is busy with his tongue." Naruto pushed Kiba away after the fierce kiss. Kiba pointed somewhere in which blue eyes followed the gaze. He gasped upon seeing Sasuke upset and walking away. "Wait Sasuke," "I didn't know you and Kiba were going out..." the raven uttered moodily. "What about you and Gaara?" the blond accused. "I'm not going out with him!" Sasuke scoffed, pinning Naruto against a tree. "What are you going to=" the blond didn't finish what he was about to say because Sasuke passionately kissed him. "I was jealous of Kiba." he whispered huskily as they parted. "I was also jealous of your relationship with Gaara," Naruto admitted in a soft, shocked voice. They blushed as the confessions were coming out. As well as Gaara and Kiba, who yet to reveal their relationship to the others. The End

Summary: True Intentions is about a group of 4 uke's and 4 seme's finally learning the true meaning Behind their words and actions, Each story becomes a heart throbbing need for more and more. Will the 8 boys find their destined lover, Or will they walk a path far from fate's wonderful wheel. What will you do when True Love comes a knocking? Status: Ongoing Chapter One The Very Beginning Part 1 His hair is perfect, it fell perfectly it moved perfectly I feel as though I am locked in a trance with the silver shoulder length hair that he pulls back into that cute little pony tail..i want to tug it and pull him into me just to hug that chest that calls to me while we sit in PE and his face its amazing he looks so manly he is just my type. I’m getting ahead of myself Let me introduce myself. I am Taka Shine and I’m a Junior High school boy(I look very much like a girl . This is my first year at this school my class is Class A Year 1 I just transferred to this school, The boy i mentioned above is my Senpai and also Class A's president, he is a year 1 and he blows my mind. His name is Ninose Nikkii, everyone calls him 'Nikki-senpai', His voice sounds like so soft he has a small accent its really sexy its alittle britsh (Like me ♥). It is like the water since his voice seems to be so cooling and yet it wets your ears.... "Taka-kun please will you participate in class instead of writing in your journal" ...and I’m utterly in love with this man. ♥ Closing the book Taka was writing in. Pulling back his hair he put on a smile to join back in to the class. The long black locks were now fastened by his black hair tie his lips moved gently as he responded. "Nn, Of course Nikki-senpai I'm coming" Taka's small voice seemed to be more American but he had a British accent. Taka dashed off kicking the ball for today's PE lesson on soccer. Taka dashed after the ball kicking it lightly. Hearing the capping and then a short bell that sounded for student to change their outfits for the class period. Taka’s long hair seemed too much of a bother but Taka loved the glorious black length that gave his body shape. Taka’s body was somewhat sleek and looked very famine in the PE clothes he wore. His uniform consisted of his black tie with the Gold first letters of the schools name ‘NA’ the back on the shirt showed his class and year ‘A,1’ it was also written in gold the whole uniform was black and gold minus the white polo shirt that rested under the coat. Taka walked out of the dressing room holding his bag over his shouldering heading to class. His lips parted a little as he smiled waving at everyone his hair let out of the pony as it sways side to side. It hung right in the middle of his ass. ”Hey Taka-kun, mind if I walk with you” Ninose called from behind Taka, Taka did not respond he was somewhat spacing out as Ninose snuck up behind Taka and whispered in his ear. ”Taka-kun wake up” Taka jumped and blushed darkly his cheeks so very red as the voice whispers into his ear. ”N-n-nin-Nikki-senpai, h-how can I help you?” Ninose had started laughing it seemed almost funny that Taka had been day dreaming and walking at the same time. Taka couldn’t help but to laugh. He even managed to walk backwards while facing Ninose laughing with him. Before he knew it he ran into Ren Andou, the red head hottie he was a class A year 1 as well and he was also somewhat tempered he usually slept in class. Ren turned around ”You better have a good reason for bumping into me Taka” Ninose stepped in front of him, he has his hands on his hips, Ninose looked frightful when he took president position. ”Tch” Was all Ren said as he turned and walked to class. Taka let out a sigh of relief Ninose set his hand on his back and gave it a light pat. It caused taka to blush as they walked to class. The rest of the day was just class work English, Math, History..the day ended quickly Taka had wanted to hurry home to write about his day and even tell his sister Luna what happened. It was the same as any other day nothing significant ever happened, it was just like every other day. Chapter Two -the very beginning part 2 coming up next.

~Made With Love~ Status: Completed WARNING:Bad Attitude Summary:Ikimatsu Is A Man Who Have A Bad Attitude And Never Be Polite. One Day,One Of Ikimatsu's Girl Heard That There Are Going To Be New Freshmen At Their School.Who Is This Freshmen? And What Will Happen? MADE WITH LOVE One-Shot At A Quiet Classroom.. "Hey, Ikimatsu.. I Heard That There Are A New Kid At Our School!" A Girl Next To Ikimatsu Whispered To Him "So..?" Ikimatsu Replied While Smokes. "Eh..Um... Well...."The Girl Confused And Don't Know The Reason. Suddenly, Ikimatsu Get Off At The Girl And Stand Ups. "Hey! Ikimatsu Where Are You--" Ikimatsu Leaved The Classroom. "Lalalalalala..." "Oof!" Naoki Felled Down Because Ikimatsu Suddenly Showed "......" Ikimatsu Doesn't Move. "Ouch!" Naoki Stands Up By Himself. "Excuse Me, Sir! You Should Atleast Say 'Are You Okay?' Or 'Sorry'!!" Naoki Pouted. "GTFO" Ikimatsu Suddenly Says. "Huh? Why Does GTFO Mean? Hm.. I Should Check To My English Dictionary.." Naoki Opened His Dictionary And Searching. "Ugh..Stupid.." Ikimatsu Leaved Non-Politely "Wait?! Excuse Me?! Hey!!" Naoki Take Ikimatsu's Hands. Ikimatsu Make An Eye Contact With Naoki. Naoki Blushed And Looked Down. "Why...DON'T LOOK AT ME PERVERT!" Naoki Punched Ikimatsu. Ikimatsu Aroused And Started To Grab Naoki. "Eh?! Hey! Why Are You!" Naoki Blushed. "Sleep." Ikimatsu Replied. "HUH?! WHADDAYA MEAN?!" Naoki Punched Ikimatsu Yet Again. "THAT MEANS YOU HAVE TO SLEEP!" Ikimatsu Punched Naoki Hardly That Makes Naoki Fainted. "Finally..." Ikimatsu Sighed. ~~~~~~~~~ "Nnng..." Naoki Wakes Up. "Wait...WHERE AM I?!" Naoki Shocked. "You're At My Home, Idiot." Ikimatsu Replied With A Relaxing Voice "Oh..." "Wait... YOU'RE HOME!" Naoki Yells. "DONT YELL!" Ikimatsu Punched Naoki "OUCH!!...Wait A Sec.. What's Up With The Mess?" Naoki Asked. "I Try To Make Foods Everyday... And Too Busy To Clean It.." Ikimatsu Replied. "Well.. I Don't Like Mess!" "Do You Have An Apron?" Naoki Sighed While Asking. "Um...Yeah?" Ikimatsu Confused. "Tell Me Where It is! I'm Going To Clean This Stuff And Cook You A Food!" ~~~~~~~~~ "TAAA-DAAAA!" Naoki Showed Ikimatsu The Foods That Naoki Made. They All Was High-Class Foods. "I Can't Believe..." Ikimatsu Looked All The Food And Shocked. "Hm~? Good Right! And You're Welcome!" Naoki Smiles "......" Ikimatsu Blushed.. "Well Eat The Foods, Idiotas!" Naoki Sit At The Chair "Itadakimasu!"(Thanks For The Food) Naoki Started To Eat The Food. ".....Itadaki...Masu..." Ikimatsu Eated The Food. ~~~~~~~ "Ghhhhaaahhh..I'm So Full!" Naoki Sighed "....." "!!!" Naoki Fainted. ~~~~~~ Ikimatsu Put Naoki To His Bed. "I Cant Believe That This Guy Even Fainted.... Wait.. I Dont Know His Name Yet..." "......That Just Perfect..." Ikimatsu Smiled. ~~~~~ The Next Day Ikimatsu Talks To Naoki And Ask His Name. Ikimatsu Asked Him On A Date. And Naoki Says "Yes" They Were Perfectily Happy At They're Relationship... And Ikimatsu Forget All About The Smoking And Attitude.. ~The End~ Afterwords:

Chapter 1 It was only his first mission and a mock one at that but he would show the others he was capable of joining them out on the field. The set up they had put together made it feel real considering he had already observed a live mission from afar. It had been an easy one too something he could have handled with his hands tied behind his back. Okay maybe just one hand. Pushing the thought from his mind Haiake stood very still and filled his nostrils with the surrounding scents hoping to locate even the faintest trace of blood. After several moments he hit his mark and started running in the direction of the scent all the while staying within the safety of the shadows. “Haiake what’s your location?” Haiake nearly jumped in surprise by the voice coming from his earpiece. He reached up by his collar to speak into an installed mic to respond. “I’m over on 11th street. I’ve picked up the trail. He’s pretty close.” “Good you know what to do when you reach him Miakatsu will join you soon.” Haiake inwardly groaned. “Why did you send that idiot Tozouku? I told you I could handle this myself.” “No arguments unless you want to pulled from this mission.” Tozouku responded harshly, “Is that clear?” Haiake snapped his mouth shut for a second. He knew better than to make Tozouku angry. Seeing Tozouku angry was like borrowing a hammer and nailing your own coffin shut. “Clear Haiake out.” When he no longer heard Tozouku’s voice he picked up his pace and jumped onto a small walkway of an abandon building. Scanning the area he soon pinpointed his target; a man with a knife and a girl in a red evening dress. “There you are.” “No please let me go please!” the girl cried “You really like using that mouth don’t you. The man responded. “But I think I may have a better use for it.” Haiake’s eyes widened. If this was only a mock mission he was almost afraid to find out what he would face out in the field. Shaking his head he jumped down from the walkway ledge. “Hey you.” The man turned around throwing the girl to the side. “Well, well look what we have here. Are you up for a round as well? I don’t know if she’s any good though but I’m willing to share.” Haiake quickly glanced at the woman to see she had been knocked unconscious or so it appeared. He then looked at the man dead in the eye. “Unlike you I’m not interested in spending my nights making a fool of myself. But I’ll easily be able to proof it’s your main priority.” The men scoffed. He reached into his back pocket, and flicked open a switchblade. “I hope you’re hungry bud cause I’m about to make you eat those words.” Haiake had a hard time from rolling his eyes. “As a matter of fact I am hungry but I’m not about to dine on the bullshit that you’re spewing. So I suggest you do the whole world a favor and shut that unwanted annoying hole in the middle of your face.” The man’s face grew red with anger as he held out the switchblade and lunged towards Haiake. Almost seeing the movement before it happened he stepped to the side watching as the man stumbled nearly losing his balance. “Stay still you son-of-a.” Quickly glancing in the direction of the unconscious woman he smirked cutting the man off. “You know it’s very rude to use such fowl language in the presence of a lady; unconscious or not.” Turning his attention back to the man he held out his hand. “Care to dance?” The man lunged forward again this time aiming for Haiake’s head with his free hand tightened into a fist. Swing and a miss. He turned around and repeated the action missing again. “Okay you’re really starting to piss me off.” Haiake inhaled through his nostrils and seconds later he wrinkled up his face. “I could say something in return but I’ll just bite my lip.” “What’s stopping you?” Haiake tensed up when he heard that familiar voice. “Miakatsu.” Seconds later a silhouette appeared next to him. “You’re late.” Miakatsu turned to look at Haiake and faintly hissed. “Shut up, you were supposed to stay hidden until I showed up. You disobeyed your orders.” Haiake opened his mouth to say something in return but shut it again immediately knowing the other was right. “Well I-“ he knew there was nothing he could say to safe himself. “Just forget it. I’m sure if you ask Tozouku nicely he’ll let it slide this time.” Miakatsu muttered as he focused his attention on their target. “This looks easy, too easy. I can’t believe they gave you such an easy mission. And yet you still screwed it up.” “If you think it’s too easy then why are you here?” Haiake asked feeling his anger reaching a point it shouldn’t. “Don’t blame me, Tozouku wanted me to join in on the fun.” Miakatsu argued. “By the way you take care of the victim. I’m going to do some hunting.” Haiake felt a sudden urge to smack the man beside him. “Like hell you are. I’ve done most of the work already so I get to hunt. You take care of the victim.” “Hey are you two jackasses done?” Both turned to look at the man before allowing their eyes to glow a piercing white and their fangs to slide out of their gums. “He’s mine.” Before Haiake could say anything Miakatsu had moved forward and had the man in his arms his fangs ready to pierce the tempting exposed flesh of his neck. Standing up in hopes to start protesting Haiake was stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he was greeted with a warm smile. “Tozouku?” “Well done Haiake. Except for one order you did very well. You may be able to start on simple missions now.” Tozouku said smiling. “In fact I believe Kaisuke has one tonight. It’s nothing big, just some recon. I’m sure he’ll be fine with you going along, right Kaisuke?” “Just think that was just a mock mission.” Kaisuke spoke up approaching the others having checked over the woman. “You sure he’s ready for the big leagues Tozo?” Tozouku glared at the unwanted nickname. “I hardly consider recon part of the big leagues.” “Just as long as I don’t have to work with him-.” Haiake responded pointing his thumb towards Miakatsu. “-I am not complaining in the least.” Miakatsu pushed himself away from the alley wall. “That has to be the only thing you and I can freely agree on without argument.” He turned his attention to the man sitting on the ground next to him. “You okay?” “Fine he did put up a good fight though.” Tozouku walked forward extending his hand. “You have been most helpful. We really appreciate your efforts. Mr. V.”

Prologue Alex Patterson dropped his fork. The silver utensil clattered on his plate completely forgotten. He had to have heard wrong. Maybe he was asleep and this was just a dream. Subconsciously the brunette boy reached down and pinched his right forearm. Yelping in response when the saw the red spot forming on his arm Alex looked over at his dad. “Let me get this straight dad. You lost your job and plan on having us move out so you can avoid the embarrassment of being evicted.” Tony Patterson took a drink from his glass and looked at his son with a very solemn expression on his face. “Yes that covers it.” He had spent most of the afternoon trying to figure out how to break the bad news to his son and wound up just being blunt about it. “Well I just want to know two things. When the hell were you going to tell me about this and where the hell are we going to go?” Alex asked picking up his fork and finishing his nearly forgotten salad. Tony had had a feeling Alex was going to ask those questions and he only smiled. “Alex calm down did you honestly think I wouldn’t think everything through? What would be the point of moving us out of the apartment even when I still have enough to cover next month’s rent? Our lease will be up this month so I figured since everything is happening all at once we might as well move while we have the chance.” Alex looked up at his dad as he gathered the dishes. “Again I ask where are we moving?” Tony chuckled. “You’ll find out when the time comes. When you’re finished I want you in bed early. I know you were up late last night studying.” Sighing Alex knew he couldn’t argue. “Okay, okay but could I at least squeeze in one chapter of Paranoia? I’ll be halfway if I can.” Tony couldn’t help but smile. “You and that book. I still can’t believe you were into that type of literature. But I guess as long as you’re in bed in twenty minutes.” “Give me some credit Dad.” Alex requested. “I read faster than you do. I’d be able to get at least three chapters read in twenty minutes.” Tony closed the door to the dishwasher and turned to his son. “Fair enough. Well I’m off to bed myself.” He said punctuating the statement with a loud yawn. “I have a lot to do tomorrow.” “Kay Dad Good night.” Alex picked up his backpack from the couch and headed into his room. Changing out of his day’s outfit and into his sleep clothes the brunette picked up a large tome and located his marked place in the story. “I’m going to enjoy this.” * * * * “Criss are you finished with your homework?” Max Perkins tapped on his son’s bedroom door. Surprisingly he wasn’t fazed when he didn’t receive an answer. Checking the knob he was shocked to find the door unlocked. Opening the door he peeked in to see his son lying on his bed, his hearing being blocked by music that even he could hear on the other side of the room. “CRISTOPHER PERKINS GET THOSE HEADPHONES OFF RIGHT NOW!” Criss Perkins removed his headphones ironically at the end of the last song on the cd and looked at his alarm clock then his dad. “What is it dad? It’s nearly 11:30 don’t you have to get up for work?” “And you have to get up for school.” Max answered pointing to the clock. “If your homework isn’t done-“ Criss turned off his cd player and set it on his bedside table. “Chill Dad I took care of it already. I did it during my study period.” “Why would you do it then? Homework is supposed to be brought home hence the word ‘home’ in ‘homework’.” Criss leaned back against his pillow in frustration. “Because it was either that or bugging the teacher again and getting detention. Besides I knew if I did bring it home you’d start chewing my ass off for not being an overachiever or an A student. I’m passing with decent grades I’d think you’d be grateful.” Max was taken aback a first by his son’s outburst but he recovered quickly. “Well, either way you need to get to bed. I won’t tolerate this anymore.” He pointed to the clock on the table. “You requested your curfew for 10:00 and if you want to keep it at that time you will follow it or I’m resetting it for 8:00 get it?” Criss only rolled over onto his side so his back was facing his father muttering, “Whatever.” Max winced at the tone in his son’s voice and sat down on the corner of the bed. “Criss please don’t be like that. I don’t mean to be like this it’s just.” Criss looked over his shoulder at his father and nodded aware of where this was going but not wanting to tag-along the way. “Don’t worry about it dad. It was hard on me too.” “Okay Pal, get some sleep.” Max said speaking this time with a small smile. He walked out of the room whispering, “Good night.” Criss waited until his dad has closed the door before changing into his black silk pajama pants. He reached over and flipped off the lamp on his bedside table and plugged his ear buds back into his cd player and turning it to his newest obsession ‘No Pressure”. He needed music to lure him to sleep whether his dad liked it or not.