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Glistening specks of white floated against the darkness that blanketed the world above. A large, bright ball hid behind the silent gray whisps calmly passing by through the night. An array of inverted sunlight streamed through the flying pedestrians and spied brilliantly onto the land below. Threads of green sprouted up from the soil of which they were born on, and a crystal mirror reflected the looming scene above on it's icy surface as it gushed foward in a maze of movement. Tall, thick buildings of nature climbed their way up into the sky and presented flocks of warm colors upward one last time. But their fire did nothing to heat the icy atmosphere of Autumn. Instead, vibrant colors drifted in the air, waiting until a gentle arm swooped them off and carried them to an unknown destination. To one it seemed as though the enviroment was motionless, monotonous, and dead, but life gleamed with every step if the way as it had always been. Mortals could not see, hear, or feel them, but their looming prescence were enough to convince them real.

So this is what it's come to. A very peculiar decoy thought to itself as it rested on nature's blanket, draping a leg over the gap ahead of it and swinging it around. He gladly took in a whoop of cold air, deploying it as soon as it entered. Although he proceeded to fidget without a care in the world, he was deep in thought; decieving the atmosphere around it, carefully plotting the next idol to complete the ledge which now briefly existed.

The chances were low.

It was risky.

But this was all it had to live for.

A final desperate hope that every single one of his brethren, including himself, strived for. The 'Mastermind' behind all of it controlled them with unrelenting force, manipulating and commanding them everything he needed or wanted. In truth, none of them had a life - the only reason why they followed so was because it was what they were created to do. Each had a different story to tell, but none of them took it happily.

The creature stared up at the sky in deep reminisce. It had been bestowed with the name of a deadly sin, and took the title and put it to great pride. He would walk amongst the innocent, those of which he hated, and drive them into mad oblivion. He urged them silently to fight in every way possible, and succeeded without them knowing of whom had done so. He was none other than a manipulator, a predator, an enemy, an assassin, a decoy, an enigma, a lier, a cheater, and a theif.

At times he would ask himself why he was so. Simply for the pleasure? Is that all he would do - bask in that of guilty amusement that didn't even satisfy his real needs? Most of the time his twisted mind would say yes, but at rational times such as this one where he had time to freely think about the situation, he would stumble back and forth in mild anticipation, more so reaching for the inevitable than THAT.

Is this all I am? The words would not stop echoing in his mind, as the words caved in on his very spirituallity and mocked him with short trances. He glanced over to the icy water yards away. Although a flashback came and went within a split-second, he needn't anything to know that was his punishment in the afterlife.

And he welcomed it.

He welcomed it with wide arms, at times impatient and finding himself walking towards it. He would sit by the rivers edge and stare at his own reflection, but he would go no further, for it was then he was reminded of the duty he had to fullfill. He could've ended his life anytime he wanted to, and everybody knew that he could, but he didn't because it wasn't meant to be. He'd have to wait. He was not all after his punishment, but simply leaving the strings. He wanted to be on his own, not controlled by another. He wanted to become that of which he hated.

Someday, he always thought to himself, someday it will happen. Lies entered his mind and manipulated him into thinking he WAS the ruler, and so would he remain. However, fantasies vanished before him like mist and he snapped into the unforgiving reality. There was no hope for him. Trash was all he would be after they accomplished what was to be done. And he hated it. He hated it all.

Cowardly ways were just of his doing. His qualia was nothing compared to that of his indulgence. Was he no better than his brother? Could he be different? And what of the others?

What of the others . . .

A quiet chuckle slipped through the corner of his mouth. It was impossible for him to think that way. He had always been so for himself that consideration never really took a toll in his life, and NOW to remember back to his comrades and pity them for their ignorance? It was ridiculous.

So who cared if they remained to be toys for Father? Certainly he didn't give a damn. Yet, it wasn't all him to sit around and ponder about those whom he traveled, more so glancing down at his feet and teasing the pipsqueaks that would never beat him.

Or so he thought.

That staring down at his feet was staring down at the core of the Earth. They were all equal, so who was he to say that he was superior? On the other hand, who's to say he wasn't? Internal conflict was a heavy burden he carried. Perhaps others did as well? Of course. Who's was more pitiful? In a way, he cared not whom had the greater difficulties but only wished he be left alone. Just wished to be human.

Sadness engulfed his corrupted being, and he gently bent his head down in defeat. A small tear fell down his face, and he grinned. Mentally laughing, his grin grew wider and wider until it was ear-to-ear.

But he dared not make a move, nor a sound.

He was still, like the rest, and would remain so until it was time.

He could never be human, and he knew it. It saddened him greatly and tormented his soul. Clenching a fist, he tried desperately to hide his melancholy in. Even when alone, he did not like feeding the world his weakness. Nobody would ever see it, except for the creature that created him and used him for personal gain. Nonetheless, as tense as he was, he could no longer hide it in. The helpless creature tipped his head back and screamed out, raw emotions purging themselves into the outer world. He fell onto his knees and continued to scream as it rained and then poured on his very being. Tears fell like waterfalls and screams ripped out like a banshee, but he did not stop, nor hesitate. For once he let his emotions out, something he had never done in his entire life. The melody of hate, pain, deppression, and so much more spilled out into the dead space around him. He stared up with abused amythest eyes into the night sky, mentally cursing at the heavens for bestowing upon him such a cruel fate.

His brothers, they heard, and snickered.

His sister, she felt, but went mute.

His Father, he saw, and laughed.

Shaking and collapsing onto the ground was nothing he would ever do, but now it made no difference. He had utterly humiliated himself, stripped himself of his dignity and let the world see it. There was nothing to give back to him. Nobody pitied him, nobody cared about him, nobody loved him. He was a tool and nothing more, and he hated it. Eventually he grew silent and the atmosphere went dead yet again. Lastly, before the end, he cried a small stream onto the ground but caused no physical damage to anything.

Once he stopped, he got up on his feet, brushed off the dirt and mud, and left.

And that was all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Envy, Father, the other sins from FMAB, Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood, or the moon.

Ah, it's about time I write something! :)

In this short oneshot story, I based it off of Envy's emotional torment from Brotherhood. All he wanted was to be human, as it says in the anime (perhaps even the manga, but I think the 2009 anime and manga vary a little bit). Yes, I know Envy was a sadistic creature that enjoyed seeing humans suffer and thought himself superior to them, and I included that in this oneshot. However, what if Envy felt something in his heart for others and was being broken by emotional stress because of the false life he is living? What if Envy wasn't all that bad? What if Envy could've been good, but never had the support or love or care and was simply lost?

A short burst of inspiration in this was from:
The songs I listened to while writing this was:

Please give feedback. It's very encouraging to see comments and it makes me feel like people care. If you see any mistakes or don't understand, let me know. :)
No negative feedback. :iconenvynoplz:
I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading. :iconenvyhappy:
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Medusa.: " dam it to think it Ben year scene make beat the kishin she ruined everything she ruined  my planes but if she thinks she killed me she get anther thing coming it

take  about year for me to return but thank to
have one if my sankes was hidden I was able to live now it time for revenge  I will make anther

kshin then  that same kishin will kill maka and her friends and my child trader crona soon they will all be dead  this time

my plans wont  be stopped
lord death.: " maka I called you other in day there 4 people who close to being a  kishin

they need to before  it happen the last thing we need is a 2nd kishin to come  no iv all ready sent kid to take

One if them and I like you soul long with black star and tsubaki and corna to head out stop them however I want you to be on ground as pumpkin head may be stronger they look

maka.: "we be on ground  we will put stop them OK crona you ready
crona.: " yea lots get going

ragnarok.: " yea I get rip a part some one who,s close to becoming kishin  
Black star.: " come on out pumpkin I the star am here to beat you

pumpkin head.: " so you brats come here to die did you will ten I make fast work if you
maka.: "OK  corna black star lot do do Resonance link

soul.: " maka you ready to do this
maka.: "yea I am

Black star.: "tsubaki enchanted sword mode
tsubaki.: "right

Black star.: "now you see just how awesome I am he yelled cutting one pukmkin head arms off
maka.: "witch hunter she yelled cutting pumpkin other arm off

ragnarok.: " come on corna lots do this
corna.: " right  he said cutting pumpkin in huff

maka.: " look that it for him you can change back now soul
Black star.: " you to tsubaki

Pumpkin.: " hahahaha did you brats think the fight was over
maka.: "what he,s not dead yet but how

Black star.: " so this guy can regrow his body parts huh
Pumpkin.: " that right as long as one part if my body is lift I keep coming back

Black star.: " is that so then I just have to cut you tell there noting lift you ugly pig
pumpkin.: "ugly  way dont i jsut shut that mouth if yours brat he yelled powering up

maka.: "black star you dumb ass you gone made him mad his wave length is  to strong now
Pumpkin.: " now i will show you my power kids he yelled punching maka in her stomach then

elbowing black star in his stomach and knee crona in his stomach  then pucnhed corna in his stomach to
maka.: "urk she yells spiting

Black star.: " cough he yelled spiting
crona.: " oaugh he yelled spiting

tsubaki.: "black star no
Soul.: "dam it ar eyou OK maka  

then pumpkin kicked soul in his face  pucnhed  tsubaki in her face and in her stomach
tsubaki.: " aoguh she yelled spiting

Soul.: "dam you  you call that punch iv Ben hit hard then that before and dam you black star you just had go piss  this guy off if we want beat him we do it as team right maka

maka.: " right
pumpkin;;hhahahaha you brats wont be making anther move level vines he yelled

maka.: "wha what  he doing
With in siscs maka soul black star corna and tsubaki war tied up in vines around there

arms legs
maka.: " ugh these vines ae to tight i can't free my self the more i stuggle the tight they warp around me and mroe vines are stell coming dam it i cant stand being tied up like this

tsubaki.: " black star way you go and get us tied up she yelled
Soul.: "I can cut my self free then maka

crona.: "I can't get lose
ragnarok.: " corna you dumb ass looks like i have to cut you free

Pumpkin.: "vines vines he yelled
As more vines warped around ever before warping there months gagging them

maka.: "mphpmhp she yelled
Soul faslty cut him self free
soul.: " hold on maka i will cut you lose then he cut maka free

and then ragnarok cut corna free and cut black star and tsubkai
maka.: "OK that dos it soul get ready

Soul.: " right
maka.: "soul Resonance now Genie Hunteeeeeeeeeeer she yelled cutting in to pumpkin

Pumpkin.: " what no not that move aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he yelled blowing up
Soul.: "that's one down  2 go  

maka.: "yea hopeful death kid his all ready take care if his fight
corna.: "we stele have find other two

maka.: "right
oni.: " you brats looking for me

soul.: "this guy not as strong as the last
maka.: " soul right so crona black star way don't you two take them down

black star.: " right now IL hti him with ym soul wave latght Strong Soul Wavelength
He yelled punching oni

oni  dam.: " brat you think that stop me
black star;; no but you may want to look behind you freak

oni.: " whaaaaaaaaaat how did othe rbrat get behid me
crona.: " now  Rose Thorn Storm:

the attack blow huff if oni body up
Black star.: "Planet Destruction Cannon he yelled

The attack blow the other huff  if oni body up
meen will

death the kid.: " shadow Keith your stupid and ulgy and you disgust me Liz Patti transform now death canon

The attack blow up Keith
maka.: " we find you  and you all ready taken care if  that guy

Death kid.: " yes will he was noting we should return to dwma now
Black star.: " right

stein.: " I scene some thing bad is about to bad what

medusa.: " hahahahahahahah these brats did just I had planed now  all do take burned body if shadow  Keith then vines form pumpkin that steel have his DNA on them the lift over

form oni then then in infuse with the Black Clown.and black blood then IL fuse him with the 99 kshin egg that flying Dutchmen  caption had get for me now  once I  finished my work

I will made a 2nd kshin a kshin who power will far surpass that if asura but unlike asura this kishin wont  have the some weakness no not at all it wont have weakness  soon

And the others will ley dead at my feet then i will take there  DNA cetate kishin clones if them to help me rule world hahahahahahahahaahhahahahahaaaaaaaahahahaahah  
ok so this my fist time righting soul eater story it was ltitle harder then I was thnking it wood be to  do it but stell did it
any way this story take palce in artle uvnruse

one where ever thing in manga happen only few thing in manga did not happen like crona turning eivl again but  the fianly batte with medusa that happen in anime happen in this unvurse and if watech the anime end  exas that happen after show over you see

medusa snake mvoeing around that htined at that she not dead after all that and what death the kid others said  befor final epsidoe end

there thee il be anther kishin  some day that in retune give me the idea to make this stroy
beside doing it this way is one onl way I can use corna  who is in awosme charater
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Well, Nobody is like, 230 pages now. So I think it's time to come up with a new thing to write for dA.
Hey, guys! Like it or not!? Please list in the comments if you want this to be a continuing story.
Do you like the story?
Do you like the format?
Or none of it?
Please tell me!
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I write this to you,
This is not a prayer
Not such an inconsequential waste of air,
No, no
I can hardly breathe 
From on all the prayers
Wasted on your ears,
Nor stand...
From how long I've knelt at your feet.
This is a letter 
Sent from a grieving sinner
Whilst still clutching the hand
You stole from him
From me.
Two hands ,in fact,
One so small
I hardly noticed
When it ceased clutching me.
I write this to ask 
Not to pray
As prayers seem to have no worth to you
Surely not mine at least.
I ask only 
That you return them to me.
Let me clutch these hands 
So tightly 
Till they might return my grasp.
Because as I am right now
I doubt, I could ever let them go.
I write this 
Not to pray but to beg
Give them back to me.
Give them back.
I can't let them go.

Written a while ago. Just decided to submit. Hope everyone enjoys.

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"Stupid meowbeast- Shut up already! Uh...Dad needs his sleep!"


"No ___. No coldcuts."


"No ___."





Some turkey hit the floor in front of you and you smiled, purring loudly and swaying your tail.

Your name is ___ ___, and you are a cat.

Well, for the time being at least.

Your owner, Karkat Vantas, sighed softly as your muzzle was digging a pit into the turkey, smacking the food loudly.

When he left the kitchen, you lifted your head and padded over to a counter, leaping atop of it to look at the clock on a microwave.

Ah yes, 9:59 PM.


As soon as you read the clock, you lept back off and sat neatly on the tiled floor, closing your feline eyes. 

The awkward sensation you always felt at ten PM flowed over you, and there you were.

Five-hundred percent neko.

You flickered your black ears and smiled, standing up with a stretch and 'nyaaawn~', walking carefully though Karkat's one-story home. It was cozy and small, which was perfect for you and him.

You had this lovely ability to turn into a neko at ten PM, and the effects lasted until five AM. Every morning when you woke up, you were a cat again.

Karkat hasn't been able to tell it's you the whole time. He just lies in his bed, sleeping soundly as you cuddle with him.

However, you knew tonight was going to be different. You felt it as your tail twitched uncontrollably.

Still, you climbed on into Karkat's bed, lifting his arm gently as you always did, cuddling and nuzzling up to the gray skinned boy.

And you fell asleep next to his warm body...


Karkat let out a small grunt, opening his eyes to see yours staring into them.

And, well, what else could someone do but scream like a five-year-old-Belieber and leap out of the bed?




"Uhm..." you bit your lip nervously.


"KARKAT! IT'S ME! ___!"


You nodded, gulping.

"How the hell..."

"D-Don't question it! I don't know either! All I know is that for some reason at ten PM I go into this neko state andandand...I cuddle with you every night?" you had to end it with a question.

It sounded far fetched.

Even when you said it.

And you're the one living its reality!

"You...are the one...who keeps me warm at...night..." Karkat said in disbelief. He shook his head and you rapidly nodded yours. ""

"Like I said- I have no idea."

"But you're a meowbeast!"

"True. I'm also a half-human half-meowbeast, apparently." your ears angled back. Yeah, you knew you were blushing. 


"Karkat, I have a confession."

"Oh gog, now what?" he groaned, flopping back on the bed.

You were on your hands and knees, which was a natural instinct for you. You kissed his forehead and smiled shyly. "I love you."

"'Course you do. Everyone who is somewhat cat related HAS to be in love with me. Troll heaven forbid it." he turned around, grunting in response.

"I'm serious." you sighed, looking at the clock on his desk. 

You had no idea how long you were sleeping with Karkat, but the time was already 4:48 AM.

"I know you are." he grunted again into the pillow.

"DON'T YOU LOVE ME BACK?!" you suddenly screeched, causing Karkat to lift up his head with a confused blush plastered on his face. 



Oh no.

You were a cat again.

You let out a disdainful hiss as you lept off the bed, casually pissing on one of Karkat's shirts to prove a point that you yourself were pissed.

-----------------------That next evening-----------------------



"Sorry about the pee..."

"It's fine, I guess."

You shook your head. "It isn't."

"Shut up ___. I already told you I love you back, we just need to figure out how we can make this shitstain of a relationship work." Karkat blinked.

The two of you were laying on a hill in Karkat's yard, stargazing.

"I know one thing that can help start it." you said.



You turned to him, moved his face to yours, and clashed your lips onto his, the happiest purr ever escaping from your throat.

Your eyes were closed, but his were wide open in surprise.

How did you know that?

Well, you know what they say...

Cats can see in the dark.
THANK YOU TO TrollainWolf FOR THE PLOT IDEA!! ///w///)/
She deserves as much credit as I do, guys!!

Karkat (c) Hussie

You (c) Whichever anime dude make nekos a thing
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Latin APH: Marcas
Capítulo Extra: La versión de Manuel

La lluvia no cesó durante todo el día, así que no pude irme de casa de Manuel, para volver a la mía tan pronto como lo planeé, y menos con el frío que hacía afuera.
La cabeza me dolía un poco aún y -por culpa de Manuel- me había quedado un moretón en mi divino rostro que no quería mostrar en la calle a NADIE, moretón que no vi hasta que fui a ducharme y me miré en el espejo, y para peor, me había comenzado a aburrir por que Manu estaba encerrado en su biblioteca desde hacía tiempo y no me dejaba entrar, por alguna razón.
-Manu, abréme la puerta, estoy aburrido-dije, intentando nuevamente entrar con él.
-¡Deja de wearme!-gritó él desde dentro- ¡Déjame un rato ¿Querí?, si ya voy ya!
-Es lo mismo que me venis diciendo desde hace 3 horas Manu…-Suspiré, mientras que giraba la perilla de la puerta que, para mi sorpresa, estaba abierta, y lo digo porque las veces anteriores que había golpeado estaba con llave-Manu, ¿Qué hacés que te tardás tanto…?-Le miré, estaba sentado en el escritorio con uno de sus libros abiertos, y parecía que estaba escribiendo afanosamente en él, cuando entré.
-Puta el weón pesao este…-cerró el libro y se levantó golpeando el escritorio-¡Te dije que no entrarai!
-Calmáte, Manu, si yo ya se lo mucho que te gusta escribir-sonreí, era verdad, no todos saben que le gusta escribir historias y poemas, por que el dice que no es algo de "machos" y se avergüenza un poco de ello… pero que le vamos a hacer… si es Manu después de todo- no tenés para que ocultármelo…
-Igual no me gusta que me interrumpan, weón- se cruzó de brazos y miró a un lado-¿Qué querí?
-En realidad nada, solo estoy…-pero no continué, pues me entró curiosidad al ver que ago brillaba sobre el escritorio, algo con un conocido brillo metálico.
Me acerqué. Eran un par de manoplas plateadas, y solo con verlas, recordé haber visto a Manuel echarse algo de semejante brillo a los bolsillos, antes de desmayarme.
-Manu…¿Para qué querés algo como esto?-las tomé y se las mostré, pero él me las arrebató-¿A caso con eso ibas a golpear al brazilero?
-No solo lo iba a golpear, lo iba a matar a golpes-Las guardó rápido, en uno de los cajones- Y vo' sabí' que lo que digo es verdad y que soy capaz de hacerlo.
-Si…-sonreí nervioso, su cara daba miedo- pero si lo ibas a matar, Manu…¿Por qué no lo hiciste?-pregunté recordando mi conversación con Sebastián-¿Acaso tan preocupado estabas por…?
-NO es lo que crees- me interrumpió, arrojándose de lleno en el sofá rojo que estaba a la mitad de la habitación, mientras que yo me senté al frente suyo en uno más pequeño-¡Cuanto apostamos a que el Seba te contó puras weás nomás!-puso cara de molestia y suspiró-No te hagai ilusiones o', ¿Querí?
-Entonces ¿Por qué no lo mataste?-le miré desafiante con una sonrisa algo burlona en el rostro, aun que no sé por qué puse esa cara.
-¿De verdad querí saber?
-¡Por qué crees que te pregunto, boludo!
-Ok, pero conste que te dije que no te ilusionarai-se sentó y miró el piso-Bueno… voy a comenzar pa' cuando te desmayaste. Resulta que igual me asusté un poco al ver que no reaccionabai , por lo que pensé en que debía tratar de ver si no te habiai muerto, así que te tomé el pulso y, como todavía estabai vivo, pensé que tenía que tratar de despertarte. Weón, te di de golpes en la cara, te grité a ver si me escuchabai, te tiré agua helada en la cara y hasta te di un "Levanta muertos*"(ni cagando te digo como)¡¡Pero ni rastros de que quisierai despertar!! Así como vi que ni esa weá te despertó, a arrastras nomás te lleve a mi piesa y te vendé la cabeza en caso de cualquier cosa y partí a buscar ayuda, pero con el temporal no había nadie en la calle y en la mañana el auto se me había quedao sin gasolina, así que no me quedó de otra que partir corriendo nomás a ver si encontraba a alguien. Pa' mi desgracia los únicos weones que encontré fueron a tu primo, el Seba, y a otro weón este, el Luciano.
>>Pff, ni te cuento, cuando lo vi, lo quise matar ahí mismo al muy CSM, pero estaba más cansao que la chucha y ni cagando iba a pelear contra el Luciano estando cansao, por que me iba a hacer pebre**, así que me dije "Espérate nomás Manuel, que ya te vai a vengar ya" y por eso nomás no lo maté ahí.
>>Además al día siguiente, ósea too el día que vo' estuviste durmiendo, se enfrentaron los dos equipos de nuevo y le dije a los cabros que les dieran con too nomás en la cancha  por que la weá ahora era algo personal entre el brazilero y yo y obvio que mis cabros no me decepcionaron y cobraron venganza por mi, ganándoles otra vez-sonrió triunfante al decir esto último- ¡¡¡Y no sabí na' con las ganas que le saqué en cara al weón ese, que nosotros somos mejor que él jajajajaja!!!
>>Ah… si, y después de eso acabábamos de volver cuando el Luciano subió pa' relevar al Seba y este le dijo al Luciano que me viniera a buscar porque vo' ya habiai despertao, asi que vine a verte.
Quede sin palabras. ¡Yo sabía que mi grossa persona no había sido la razón! ¡Yo sabía que el Seba se había equivocado! Pero, y aún que se suponía debería estar triste por no ser su razón principal…el hecho de no vengarse solo por estar cansado me parecía aún más ridículo-sobretodo viniendo de Manuel- tanto que inevitablemente me largué a reír, ante la desconcertada mirada del moreno.
-¡¿De que te reí?!-levantó la voz Manu, cruzado de brazos, con la cara levemente sonrosada.
-¡Hahaha!…no… hahaha… no es nada Manu-dije entre risas, intentando controlarme.
-N…No…No es gracioso, weón.
-Ok, no me reiré… pero dime una cosa-terminé por decirle, mientras iba  a su lado, aún con gracia. Levanté su rostro y le miré a los ojos-Realmente… ¿No estabas preocupado NINGÚN poco por mí?
-Ah…eso…-desvió su mirada- no, ningún poco.
-¿Seguro?-acorté la distancia entre nosotros hasta casi sentir su respiración sobre mi rostro-Por que no fue eso no que me pareció cuando me abrasaste ayer al volver-susurré.
-¡¡Aléjate maricón!!-gritó él empujándome, sin éxito, para que me alejara- Si eso no… es que realmente no quería… no se como fue, pero es muy posible que yo en verdad no haya querido… puede ser, porqué no, que solo haya…-dijo nervioso sin poder articular bien sus palabras, aún luchando conmigo- ¡¡Se… seguramente mi cuerpo se movió solo, es todo!!
-¿Entonces me decís que tu cuerpo es más sincero que vos?
-¡¡NO!! ¡¡Oe' weón, déjate de escuchar solo lo que te conviene!! ¡¡Suéltame!!
-Hahaha….Manu, Manu, Manu… ¿Porqué sos tan lindo?
-¡Lindo y una mierda, suéltame!
-No hasta que admitás que te preocupaste por mi, boludo chileno-Sonreí burlón, mientras le acorralaba bajo de mi, sujetando sus muñecas y levantando su rostro.
-¡¡No lo haré nunca!!-gritó, evitando mirarme, con su cara toda roja- ¡¡¿Escuchaste argentino maricón?!! ¡¡Ni cagando!!

--------Marcas, capítulo EXTRA, Fin--------
Y algunas definiciones  xD!!:
*Levanta muertos: una especie de combinación muchas bebidas alcohólicas que despierta a los borrachos.
**"Hacer pebre": dicho chileno de cuando alguien te golpea hasta dejarte MUY mal.
siento la tardanza TOT!!!! pero ya lo logré, tras una semana llena de pruebas, me di el tiempo de escribir el EXTRA de "Marcas" ^^, espero no les desepcione!!! >w<!!

--->Siento hacerla tan cortita!!!-se va-

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Capítulo EXTRA

Los personajes sonde la comu Latin Hetalia y sus respectivos dueños ;D!
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one of my earliest memories -
my mother, steadfast mentality
slowly driving her forward, repeating
repeating re-pea-ting bar by bar
nocturne number eight in d flat major;
never anything less than perfection,
even when fingertips wear thin,
when patience wears thinner,
and chopin fades into dust
      i am a child born of icy constellations,
      cigarette smoke, and canorous chords,
      composers whispering at the edge of my senses
black-garbed, it's grandmother's funeral -
my violin cries massenet's méditation.
my thirteen year-old heart has never
felt so incapable of expression,
so goddamn inadequate, and d major
has never sounded so heartbroken.
we return to a phone call from father,
his composure cracking as he tells us
we'll be doing this all over again;
96 hours, two grandmothers gone,
now all i have is massenet and
it isn't fair
      we'd never know it by looking at the sky,
      but countless stars waxed requiem to
      create us; cenotaphs in the empyrean black
sixteen years old and i can breathe -
the storm is finally beginning
to subside. tchaikovsky and i seek
shelter in abandoned music rooms,
matching the rain drop for drop
in b minor pathétique. the piano
has long since fallen out of tune,
but it blends with a strangely
enchanting cacophony. tchaikovsky
holds me for hours, day in, day out
week upon oh-so weary week,
all alone amidst water and wippen;
when i emerge, i am brittle,
but whole
      we are the discovery of star-filled oceans,
      worlds of mellifluous maliferous miracles
      we're only synapse-sparked souls in the end
shaking and insecure, but resolved -
i exhale, inhale, begin. c minor has
become the harmony at the core of me,
duruflé haunts the empty hallways.
hopeful hours spent repeating
repeating re-pea-ting bar by bar
until even mother can be proud;
never anything less than perfection.
i sing, and oh, i never believed in
synergism; but here, singing to heaven
in a city that's shattered, but ours -
for just a moment, though my skin
is immersed in sin, my song can
still be beautiful.
the events mentioned in this work, though only briefly mentioned, are true; as are the pieces of music mentioned, along with their significance.

- Chopin's Nocturne in D flat major
- Massenet's "Méditation", from Thaïs
- Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 6 in B minor, Op. 74, Pathétique
- Duruflé's "Pie Jesu", from Requiem, op. 9

third of june, 2014
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We started off as strangers 1000 miles apart

I never would've thought that you would become as important to me as you are now

At first it was just a mild interest

But as our friendship slowly evolved

I couldn't get myself to leave you alone

I remember all those late night talks

Talking about absolutely nothing until dawn

I remember people always teasing us

We are like an old married couple they say

Secretly it made me happy

But I was too afraid to tell you

I was afraid of what you might mean to me

So the day you confessed was the day I decided to run

The walls I had worked so hard to build

Was torn down by you so easily

What can I say?

That absolutely terrified me

But the one thing I did not expect you to do

Was run after me

You didn't even hesitate

Or look backward

Maybe that’s why I envy you so much

Your passion and your love

Overwhelms all my senses

And I get lost when I’m around you

It took awhile

A lot of tears and laughter

But we finally made it

Together at last

Without a single regret

A poem I wrote last night '-' I'll probably change it later
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