Episode 48 of Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXALEpisode 48 of Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I have gained back my Katto-bing, no thanks to III. Astral and my friends helped me remember what it is.
I look over to III, seeing him talk to himself.
I yell to him, "III! For you to use your Crests power for something like this "
He just yells back to me, "Shut up! You just fall into hell along with Astral!"
"Astral?" Wait, where is he? He is supposed to be here beside me like he always is! "Astral!"
I turn to III, "Where is Astral!!"
He answers, "Sorry, but Astral is no longer here."
"Just as what I just said. Astral has disappeared."
"What?!" I yell out, then I whisper to myself, "It's a lie "
I hear III talking, "You should have seen it. The way he disappeared."
I try to remember what happened, and I think I do. III raising his hand...closing it like he was strangling someone and up above the tower Astral, being crushed by III's power and just disappears, yelling out, "Yuma!!! Don't give up!!!"
Tears well up
Sick days really get us downSick days get us downSick days really get us down3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fair warning it contains keyshipping
It was a beautiful day for dueling, Yuma and his companion astral went around looking for someone to duel. "hey Yuma!" a voice called. Yuma turned and smiled. "Hey Flip how've ya been?" Yuma replied. "I've been good" Flip answered. "that's good, hey Flip wanna duel with me?!" Yuma asked excitedly.
Flip nodded "sure I've got nothing better to do". So the two friends started a duel. Astral floated on the sidelines when a pain suddenly shot though his head. "ugh..ow why do I have a headache?" he mumbled to himself putting a hand on his hurting head. Yuma looked over at Astral "hey Astral you okay?" he asked with flip now also looking at Astral. Astral looked up and nodded "don't worry it's just a headache I'll be fine". Yuma got a concerned look but went back to dueling with Flip. "this is strange, I've never felt like this before" Astral thought. "per p
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"Who would I ask?" I asked, "Kotori is gonna be busy with her grandmother, so I can't ask her. Tetsuo can't because he has to duel someone after school..."
"Why not your other friends, Yuuma?" Asked Astral, who was obviously next to me, "Aren't they busy?"
I sighed, "Unfortunately, they are. The only ones I haven't asked are Shark, Shingetsu, and Kaito. Which, I doubt Kaito and Shark could come."
"So, Shingetsu is the only one left?" Astral asked.
I nodded, "Yeah... I bet he'll come really."
What is a bonus is that he doesn't even have "parent" to ask. So, He'd really come for sure.
All of a sudden, a familiar voice stopped me.
"Yuuma." Said a calm, and soothing voice.
I turned around to see familiar purple hair. I smiled, "Hey, Shark."
"Why do you look so down?" He asked, "You haven't even "Kattobingu" yet today."
I shrugged, "My grandma and nii-chan are gonna be gone today... All day 'till tomorrow to be exact."
"So?" He said, no
My wish :YGO!Zexal:Yuma sat on the floor, holding between his fingers a small piece of colored paper.My wish :YGO!Zexal:2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He sighed, closing his eyes, remembering what had happened earlier in the school: some kids had mocked his dream to become the champion of the duel monsters. They were cruel, even catching some of the kid's cards, who was now hiding in his own room, fighting against the urge to cry and the thought that, in fact, he was weak.
"Yuma, come here a second..."
The little boy of just 8 years quickly rose from the couch, running across the room towards the porch where his mother was waiting with a gentle hug.
It was a hot day and the wind was blowing slowly, shaking the sheets hanging on the clothesline. At the Tsukumo's home only Mirai and Yuma were there.
The woman kneeled until her eyes were on the same height of the red ones, smiling in a way that the boy could not decipher; was somewhere between concern and affection.
"You see that piece of paper?" - She asked, showing the object
Yuma, what is Love?"Yuma, what is "love"?"Yuma, what is Love?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pink and blue-haired boy peered over the edge of his hammock with a curious expression across his young face. "Love?" he echoed. "Why're you asking about that?"
The glowing blue humanoid creature sitting on the ground pointed a long thin finger at the television screen in front of him. "The word keeps coming up again and again and yet still I cannot begin to work out what it means..."
Yuma scratched his head awkwardly and sat up. "You seriously don't know what love is?" he asked incredulously.
The blue figure shook his head and looked up at the boy, his white and yellow eyes expectant, awaiting some explanation. Yuma averted his stare and looked at the television. "You shouldn't be watching so much garbage, Astral. It'll fry your brain or something."
Promptly clicking a button on the remote control he turned the television off and lay back down with his back turned towards the figure on the floor. Astral continued to stare up at him patiently and Yuma
Keyshipping: Why We FightYuma sat hunched over in his hammock, his shoulders tight, his arms crossed firmly cross his chest and his face set in a furious scowl. His narrowed crimson eyes were shimmering slightly, his entire body trembling with anger and his breathing was deep and heavy as he inhaled slowly through his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. Astral floated up into the room through the opening in the floor and observed him quietly. Yuma's mood seemed to be bleeding out into the air. His anger was almost palpable. Astral felt as though he could almost see that angry aura around the young spiky-haired boy. For several moments he said nothing and simply watched him, waiting to see if the mood would dissipate on its own and it was as he watched him that a thought occurred to him and - though he knew Yuma would certainly not be in the mood to talk - he suddenly wanted to discuss it with him. "Yuma," he said quietly so as not to startle the boy too much.Keyshipping: Why We Fight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He felt the boy's crimson stare slide to look
This Feeling to ProtectThis Feeling to ProtectThis Feeling to Protect3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a particularly cold Friday night in the city of Heartland. The beginnings of snow were falling and frost was settling in for a cozy rest. But despite the plummeting temperatures, it was silent and peaceful, and all the residents were fast asleep and at ease.
That is, all except one very curious other-worldly spirit.
In a small but humble home in the heart of the city, Yuma Tsukumo was in a deep sleep in his hammock. His room, actually the house's attic, was positioned perfectly for moonlight to stream through his window and land softly on his face. His left arm was hanging off the side of the hammock and his legs were spread out among the ropes. He snored quietly and turned his body to face the window, his intricate black and red hair-do glistening in the starlight.
Hovering next to his hammock was Astral, the spirit that dwelled inside of the Emperor's Key. Glowing topaz yellow, Astral's eyes watched Yuma thoughtfully as he slept. It was a wonder to Astr
Shut Up or Get KissedShut Up or Get Kissed4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I summon this! It attacks your monster directly!" The 13-year old boy said, he commanded his monster to attack his opponent's monster. The boy name's Yuuma Tsukumo, he is a duelist climbing up the ladder to become a great duelist. He loves the game Duel Monsters and there were many duelists to be found in Heartland to challenge.
"Eh?!" Yuuma shouted in surprise when his monster's attack didn't work but also defeated his own. That was when he noticed his opponent had set a trap card to prevent Yuuma from attacking their monster. He groaned in frustration, he wasn't going to back down.
He loved dueling, every bit and pieces of it except for one thing.
That one thing would be
Yuuma had no idea how many times he had marked him as an annoying figure who follows him around and tells him how to duel.
"Toma, you should've set a magic card to support your monster." The glowing alien-like figure said next to Yuuma. He's called Astral; he came from Astral World where he was a
Triple SatTriple Sat: Three Tables in Three ActsTriple Sat4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Triple Sat (Verb): A restaurant term where a host/hostess seats three tables consecutively to one server. The server, while still smiling politely, runs around frantically trying to be in three places at once. It's not pretty, the guests feel like they received bad service, and usually said host/hostess gets cursed at behind his or her back for the rest of the night. This also comes in other forms such as "double sat", a frustrating but manageable situation, and "quad sat", which means find a manager for help A.S.A.P. and cross fingers the host/hostess loses his or her job.
Other things to take note of: serving is judging the tables. The last time you visited a restaurant you might have been judging the server, but rest assured the server was judging you. You are just what they happen to catch when they are at your table or walking by. I serve, observe, and fulfill, but never get attached. I rarely catch a custo
Stand by MeStand by Me3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You cheered me up when I was feeling down
You bought me small gifts to rid me of my frown
You were the candle that showed me the light
You were the one who held me in your arms late at night
You were there standing by me
You made me smile when the sun failed to shine
You made me laugh when I was in despair
And when raindrop like tears threatened to wash away my dreams
You were there standing by me
And when raindrop like tears fell upon me and there was no one left to care
You held me in your arms
And whispered into my ears
I will stand by you
I always will
That I thank-you
That I care
I will stand by you
You stood by me when the world threatened to pull us apart
You stood by me when everything was coming undone
You gave me your heart
No one and nothing can ever pull as apart
You made me smile when the sun failed to shine
You made me laugh when I was in despair
And when raindrop like tears threatened to wash away my dreams
You were there standing by me
And when rai
MLP The Wrath Of Chrysalis PrologueMermaidloverTyler presentsMLP The Wrath Of Chrysalis Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Universal Interactive Studios Production
A parody of a game developed by Traveller's Tales
My Little Pony: The Wrath of Chrysalis
Prologue: The Component Ponies
(Somewhere in a space station orbiting the world, Nightmare Moon is having a meeting with Queen Chrysalis of the Changelings, Discord, Iron Will, Trixie and Gilda)
Nightmare Moon: HALF-WITS! MORONS! DUNCES! Can't you planks do anything right?
(The villains hang their heads in shame)
Nightmare Moon: According to this (She brings up a graph, showing the productivity of evil in Equestria, apparently it is not doing well) your track record for spreading evil is UNACCEPTABLE!
Chrysalis: Nightmare Moon! It's not our fault! Those wretched ponies are to blame!
(The hologram projector shows Twilight Sparkle and her friends, Gilda tries clawing at the Rainbow Dash hologram)
Nightmare Moon: Grrr I will not let anything get in the way of evil ESPECIALLY NOT 6 PATHETIC PONIES! Twili
NeroxMae: Love Letters.NeroxMae: Love Letters.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Mudkip playfully rolled in the pile of letters on Nero's bed.
"Hey! Don't do that!"
Nero grabbed the letters that were underneath his trusty Pokemon and skimmed over all the words. He sighed.
"So boy, ya think I should finally mail all these out to the Blackwell household?"
Mudkip nodded innocently.
"She's never written to me I hope she doesn't kill me the next time I see her for doing this. It could ruin anything she has between herself and any person right now. She's probably seeing Roy right now.. That's probably why she hasn't written to me. I gotta admit, he's good with the ladies.."
He gripped one of the letters and accidently crumbled it.
"Oh, shoot. UGH. I'll just start putting them in envelopes now."
He went over to his packed office. There were mounds of paperwork on his desk that he had to sort through and approve. He had a lot on his plate as a new gym leader. However, he couldn't get one girl off his mind..
Mae What have you been
Vampire Sister Twilight SparkleVampire Sister Twilight Sparkle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nina herself teleports to Equestria at night.
Nina: Perfect. This place is FULL of potentail new sisters, and I could use some Equine help. But who should I turn first...? Aha, I know just the pony.
We then see Twilight Sparkle walking home, she was up helping Pinkie set up for a party.
Twilight: (Yawn) That took a while, but now I can go home and go to bed. *She hears a rustling in a bush* Hello? Is anypony there?
Nina: No. *She extends her cybernetic arms and grabs Twilight* But someBODY is.
Twilight: Who, WHAT are you?! Lemme go!
Nina: I will, just as soon as I'm done with you. *Twilight tries her magic* Ha! Your magic won't work, I'm a vampire.
Twilight: What?! There's no such thing!
Nina: You'll believe...soon.
Nina pulls Twilight to her and bites her neck. Then, Nina is done feeds.
Twilight falls limp and Nina picks her up.
Nina: You are mine, now and forever.
Reflection of an Anorexic Mirror Mirror,Reflection of an Anorexic4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the wall
Who is the thinnest
One of all
I know it's not me
I'm just too fat
Long and tall
Who is the skinniest
One of all
Stand up straight
Suck in your gut
Then I may not hate
Clear and bright
Please don't watch
As I starve tonight
Disgusting and lifeless
Without another guess
Don't show me
Bent over, wishing
For what I can't be
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear
Broken and shattered
Don't stare at me
With this body battered
With blood running
Down my curled fist
Stupid mirror, you had it coming!
SpeedHad it been anyone else driving that kart, they may have appreciated the iridescent night, lit by the pulsating glow of numerous nitid stars. They might have felt the sting of bitter cold air against their face as they fell through the air and landed heavily upon the asphalt road. Or perhaps they would not have been out there at all, preferring a warm bed to the frigid air of the racetrack at night.Speed2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But this was not anyone else. This was Nitros Oxide, racer extraordinaire, and he cared for nothing but the feel of his vehicle and the track as he traversed the twists and turns, again and again, all night long.
Of course, that did not mean there were not other things on his mind.
No matter how many times he flew past the checkered finish line, it still wasn't good enough. If he had been allowed his hovercraft, he knew his performance would be flawless. These wheeled karts were so heavy, so awkward, they did not... No! No excuses! No more deflecting of blame. If anything was flawed, it was
What my mouth wouldn't say to youWhat my mouth wouldn't say to you3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Renji had just got out of the sauna, his body was all hot, and soaked with presperation, when a raven haired, 4ft. 8 inches tall girl came strolling up to the sweaty redhead, she had on a playful smile as she pulled off her robe that was hanging off of her danty shoulders, she had just got out of the female sauna, see in the Soul Society the Shinigamis liked to 'get rid of the day' or 'start fresh' by going into the sauna and sweating the worries, and day right off of there bodies and minds.
The robe fell to the floor as she closed the door to the room they were in with her foot, this room was a room to cool down in after you got out of the sauna, and well no one was occupying the room except them, she could hear the breathing of the redhead, the light was low as she made her way towards him. Rukia lightly touched the hot skin on his chest and he flinched just now noticing her in the room, he glanced up at her, she bent closer to him and whispered in his ear "Were alone", he gave a sof
Hemp Extrodinaire Today, many people find themselves fretting about how the environment is being destroyed while our resources are being used up and in "x" amount of years, they wont be available for future generations to enjoy the benefits of. There is, however, a resource that has great potential for saving us from our "Impending Doom". This savior resource is hemp. It is definitely the most versatile, and renewable natural resource we currently have at our disposal. It has seen massive amounts of use through out human history and has only recently (within the 20th century) been made illegal for us to grow in the US. Using hemp over other, more common feedstocks has many eco-friendly advantages, but first the DEA and other governmental agencies must understand its value and dissociation with marijuana.Hemp Extrodinaire7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Hemp has been grown for at least the last 12,000 years, making it one of the first cultivated crops in history. As far as American history is
Ed's Short RantsHey, don't call me puny.Ed's Short Rants5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Would you stop calling me puny?!
Stop calling me a pipsqueak, it puts me in really bad mood.
DON'T CALL ME SMALL! I'LL BREAK DOWN YOUR FEET AND STICK 'EM ON YOUR HEAD!!!
You couldn't see me since I'm so short you couldn't distinguish me from all the grains of sand. VERY FUNNY!!!
Shorty?! Could a shorty do this?! What else you want to call me; a half-pint bean-sprout midget?! I'm still growing, you idiot(s)!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MICRO-SIZED HALF-PINT WHO DIDN'T GROW UP BECAUSE HE DOESN'T DRINK MILK?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RUNT SO TINY HE COULD ONLY BE SEEN WITH
A MAGNIFYING GLASS, YOU JERK?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MOUSY LITTLE PIPSQUEAK?!!!
Nobody calls me a pipsqueak and gets away with it.
WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU WANT TO CRUSH LIKE AN ANT?!!!
Who are you calling shorty?
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PIPSQUEAK?!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING A DWARF?!!! GET BACK HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALL?!!!
WHO ARE YOU CALLING THE GUINESS BOOK OF WORL
Disney DollsMy name’s Martine, and I had finally hit a point in my life where I could relax. My debt to credit cards and schools was all but gone; my car paid off in full. Work had hit some doldrums, and looked to staying that way for the foreseeable future. I was single, but there were a few guys who were on my short list. I’m about average height and an average build. I make up for these averages with blonde hair with blue tips and almost limitless knowledge about Disney movies, though I had never actually been to any of the parks. I was actually more fascinated by the story of Walt Disney than I was with any of his creations. I never really thought of myself as obsessed, especially after I met Nell.Disney Dolls2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nell was me through the looking glass. She had Disney posters. She had Disney figurines. She had Disney costumes. She had been to all the Disney parks here in America, and two outside of it. She was taken in by the magic of it all, while I preferred to get into the slightly dirty backsta
SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden3It was 3:00 am in 221B Baker Street and John Watson had long since succumbed to sleep as a result of his rude awakening at such an early hour of the morning. He lay curled in his armchair, his breath leaving him in small whispering bursts that were almost but not quite snores.SH-The Ghost of Covent Garden33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was lying spread-eagled on the floor in front of their chairs, Dante the cat a heavy mass curled in a heap on his master's lean stomach and Gladstone sleeping contentedly in the warm nook between Sherlock's arm and chest.
Sherlock had retrieved the headphones from the skull on the wall and was listening to music, his eyes closed as his mind bounced smoothly off the notes echoing through his head. He was attempting to get his mind in a suitably operatic place. It wasn't really working.
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses abandon their defences . . .
Good grief, Lloyd Webber has a lot to answer for . . .
BBC SH - Reunion - MycroftThe Diogenes Club was old. The dark wood panelling and the high ceilings marking it out as a relic of a bygone era.BBC SH - Reunion - Mycroft3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rather like many of its inhabitants.
And like every old thing, it was a bit battered around the edges.
Normally, Mycroft Holmes saw the grandeur and the glory of the building's past.
But today, in the gloom of January with the rain pattering with insistent consistency against the window, Mycroft found it hard to ignore the flaking paint and chipped wood surrounding him.
But then again, the entire world seemed a little bit tarnished now.
He sat in the window seat, a glass of brandy cradled in his lax fingers, gazing numbly down at the hooded and umbrella-d figures hurrying along in the street outside.
The door opened and closed quietly; informing him that someone else had entered The Stranger's Room.
He raised his brandy to his lips and gave it a sip.
The figure moved towards the window, following Mycroft's line of sight.
They stood in silence for a moment.
Then a low voic
Like"Do you really like me?" Gilbert looked at the quiet blonde from the corner of his eye. Matthew stood off to the side, twisting his fingers in his hands and watching Prussia lying on the couch. The albino turned his head, letting his right temple relax on the armrest, giving Matthew his full focus.Like5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Why are you asking?"
"I want to know." His voice was so low, eyes turned off to the side. Gilbert didn't like that. He wanted those eyes on him. "We have been....dating for a while."
"A year." The lean one corrected. Canada nodded.
"Yeah...so I just wanted to know...Do you?" His frail voice grew more timid. He shouldn't sound like that. No one that Prussia affiliated himself with was allowed to sound like that, and damn if he wouldn't crush whatever made them sound like that. "Like me. Do you....Do you like me?"
Gilbert thought it over, eyes sliding closed in thought. Like, like, like, did he like Matthew?
He mulled the details over in his head before open
SH - The Russian Ballerina 4Sherlock Holmes was rapidly coming to realise something. It is difficult and uncomfortable to ride pillion on a dirt-bike, even at the best of times.SH - The Russian Ballerina 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Especially when it is being controlled by a teenager whose general scatter-brained air and drug habits were common-knowledge to all who knew him.
And, as said teenager was traversing London's darkened, rain-slicked streets with a reckless disregard for the state of his bike or his passenger's spine, in a desperate attempt to prevent the death of Sherlock's niece, this could hardly be considered as the best of times . . .
The brakes howled as Banjo's dirt bike skidded to a halt at a curb, the battered Ford Fiesta following them screeching to a stop and missing them by all of six inches.
As the occupants of the Fiesta scrambled out, Sherlock tore the helmet from his head and gasped as the cool air hit him.
"She must be clos-" He began but he froze as a sound sliced through the air.
A gunshot like a distant crack of thunder.
Then a desperate