Of War, Love, and Dokuganryu 6
Aiko's Point of View
I froze as I looked over at the sickly looking man with long silver hair. My back felt like it was on fire. "Maybe I should refresh your memory!" the man called out before charging at me.
My swords were forgotten as I danced out of the way of the swinging scythe. I turned and tried to move around him but the tip of his blade caught my left shoulder and sliced down to my opposite hip. My tunic was destroyed completely as only scrap clung to my skin to cover my chest. That feeling. How could I have ever forgotten that feeling.
It felt like I never left that hell hole.
"You remember!! My little Aiko-chan remembers the pleasure she gave me as I sliced up that once untouched peach skin!" blood ran freely down my left arm as I pulled out the katana with the black hilt.
"Bastard!" it sounded like Lord Masamune.
Blinking hard a few times I watched as the Lord of Oshu smirked. "His eyes look the same as when he killed Azai. He's a crazy bastard
[AT/WT] Lose You Tonight - Punk!Levi Oneshot[AT/WT] Lose You Tonight - Punk!Levi Oneshot11 months ago in Romance More Like This
Short black painted nails tapped rhythmically on the counter top of the quaint little café’s bar, as the young man stared off to the side, silently waiting for his coffee. Though, normally a tea drinker, he always made the exception whilst visiting the hole-in-a-wall café. For one, it marked the halfway point between his apartment and the local college campus, two, it served good quality drinks and pastries at a reasonable price, and lastly—
“I hope I did not keep you waiting too long, sir.”
Lazily the young man dragged his sharp gray gaze up towards the cheerful sun kissed face of the lone barista the worked here. “Hardly. Also, how many times have I told you to just call me Levi? I hardly fit the role of a ‘Sir’ after all…” he commented, closing his eyes as she softly sat his drink down
A Princess' Outlaw: 3A Princess' Outlaw: 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Me and my friend were talking back and forth as we drank our soda in the food court. My friend, Ann, was reading the latest Revolver Magazine whilst I read an old copy of Metal Hammer. Inside was a small article about one of my favorite band's frontman's daughter. She just looked so pretty and had an amazing taste in clothes, make-up, and hair style. "Why cant I look like her? She has such an exotic like beauty!" I whined to my friend as I flatten the magazine out in front of her. Ann looked from her magazine and scuffed slightly. She was overly jealous of the young woman's popularity and beauty.
"I don't see how you can like her. She's only famous cos of her mother and father. If it wasn't for them no one would look her way. She has not talent." Ann stated. You see, Ann doesn't like anyone with black hair. Let me reword that. She doesn't like any women with black hair. Ann is one of those bleach blonde-blue eyed-hourglass figured bombshells. But she hates every last little bit
A Princess' Outlaw: 2A Princess' Outlaw: 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You hungry?" I asked, not really wanting for her to stop playing. Mai looked up at me before setting the guitar back on its stand. I walked over and held my hand out. She smiled up at me and took it, using my help to stand up. "I'll take that as a yes." I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her out of the room, down the hall, to the kitchen. "Hope you don't mind my cooking." I joked. This caused her to silently giggle as she smiled even more. I couldn't help but smile at her. It was addictive.
Mai took a seat at the table as I went to get her something. "Is this your first time in Hollywood?" I asked, setting a plate down in front of her before sitting down with one myself. She shooked her head. "Do you have any family here?" again she shook her head. She grabbed one of the many pens I had floating around my home and one of the pads of paper I kept on the table.
My mother used to live in Hollywood...
"Where does she live now?" Mai sat the pen down and started