Hanyou God 5 - Break the Cycle"Kill me? Why?" Kagome asked.Hanyou God 5 - Break the Cycle5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Come," Inuyasha lead the scared girl over to a balcony, guiding her to a chair, "it's a long story, so you'll want to make yourself comfortable."
Inuyasha conjured up a seat beside Kagome, "Before I start, what details do you know of my imprisonment? What did the Miko come up with?"
"Umm... just that you came down demanding a tribute and the Miko and village Headman wouldn't pay it, so they sealed you. My grandfather tried to teach me the legends surrounding the shrine, but I didn't really pay attention."
Inuyasha sat in silence for a few moments, entranced by the way the wind seemed to play with Kagome's hair. Finally he spoke, "Well, to briefly clear things up, I never demanded tributes. My cousins sometimes did, but I've always felt that was an abuse of our power.
"I was called there by the Miko, Kikyou, and the Headman, Onigumo. They wanted power, and they thought I would give it to them. When I didn't, they sealed me in that hole, only to be freed wh
Her Servant 15 - Poison 1Her Servant 15 - Poison 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You really don't have any shame, do you?" Kagome chuckled, thinking of her servant's antics at the picnic.
"Keh, of course I do," Inuyasha replied, leading her through the huge front doors of his mansion. "Making you smile and laugh makes me ignore it."
Kagome blushed and gave her boyfriend a peck on the cheek, "So what was so important you begged me to come here?"
"It struck me that you've never seen my wing of the house," Inuyasha replied.
"I know you're rich, you don't have to brag."
"Dad made sure to tell the staff not to bother with this section tonight; he's making Sesshoumaru help with something at his company. There's no little brother to interrupt things, and we have a backup generator. You owe me a ravishing."
Kagome blushed, remembering the night of the blizzard. "I guess I do," she started nervously, "but you'll have to earn it."
"Oh?" Inuyasha was intrigued, "and what will my mistress make me do tonight?"
"You'll see," Kagome replied with a wink. "I just wish I'd thought
Hanyou God 8 - Eternal SunsetKagome chuckled nervously as a trio of Inuyasha's friends regaled her with tales of Inuyasha's youth. Aside from Inuyasha's parents, they were the only ones not glaring at her.Hanyou God 8 - Eternal Sunset5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It's a bit uncomfortable, isn't it?" Miroku asked. "It's to be expected. Inuyasha was beloved."
"It's probably a good thing you can't hear what they're saying," Shippou 'helpfully' added.
"Shut up you two, you're scaring the poor girl," Sango scolded. "Don't worry, they'll come around."
"I'm not so sure of that," Kagome muttered, remembering the cold look Inuyasha's brother had given her.
"Why are you three being so friendly, anyway?" Kagome asked.
"Well," Miroku replied, "if Inuyasha isn't going to hold a grudge, we see no reason to."
Inuyasha was currently having a 'friendly' chat with his brother.
"What the hell Sesshoumaru?" he snarled. "Why are you being such a prick about Kagome?"
"I lost my younger brother for five hundred years, and now the lovesick fool is determined to fall into the same trap with
Mortician's DaughterI saw her walking down the street, her dark hair spilling like ink over her shoulders, her skin the color of alabaster. She moved with ease as she passed, focusing on some far away object I'd never know. I watched as she moved away, slipping from my grasp with each step. I wanted so badly to call out to her, to ask her where she was going, and if I could join her. But I didn't stop her; she kept moving, never noticing my existence. I watched her walk around the corner and the one fleeting moment that she was in my life ended.Mortician's Daughter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found her again two years later, when I was in college. I was taking an art course and there she was, sitting two rows ahead and one seat to the right. I recognized her immediately, the same beautiful hair, the same flawless skin, but she didn't look my way. She continued to take notes, her black hair falling from behind her ear. How I wanted to reach and place it back, but I resisted the urge. I just watched her, glances from the corner of my eye, to
Different kinds of smiles--Ruki x KaiSmiling isn't really my thing.Different kinds of smiles--Ruki x Kai4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I can't stand seeing a smile on anyone's face.
Oh, Takanori? Why is that?
Too many people ask that. It's kind of annoying how I can't have an opinion without it being questioned. Then again, this isn't an opinion. It's a passionate hate. Hate for those who actually have something to smile about. I guess it's sad, now that I think about. Hating the innocent. Then again, it's not my fault. My favorite word is hate.
Oh, Taka? Why do you hate so much?
That has been asked of me plenty of times before as well. I have never really answered that publically, but I will now share it with those who are willing to listen. If you are, then keep reading this. If you aren't, please skip a couple paragraphs. I only want to share it with the people who care.
Here I go:
I haven't had the best life so far.
My parents divorced when I was only 4. My dad hit me as a child, and my mom couldn't stand to see me in pain. She nearly killed my dad, and I was watching.
I Think That....I think that you're....I Think That....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Really stupid when you're drunk,
In fact, you're really stupid when you're sober too.
I like the way you smile at me,
Even that evil grin that only ever tugs at your lips when
You're going to poke me
Or pinch me
Or tease me.
But to be honest I think that's all rather sweet of you.
I even like it when you cry because it proves that
Bou-chan: Final LettersBou-chan: Final Letters6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
-Bou to Miku-
You are the best vocalist, Miku. From the first time I met you, you said that you would start a band, and not knowing anything, you worked hard. It was fun. Every day, I think and am so glad that are the vocalist and that you are perfect. I believe that you are strong. Please work hard with all your strength. I am looking forward to your singing voice that will be riding the good feeling wind. Your presence on stage was so great and awesome and was very reliable! Thank you for being the vocalist! Thank you for loving to sing! I was in happiness. Please make me even more lovey-dovey on the last stage. Kind regards from here out, with all my heart, nyappy!!
-Miku to Bou-
Lastly, Bou... truly thanks after these four years. You gave me kind e-mails when I was sick and you even came to my house to talk parents into letting me be in the band after they opposed. There are so many memories that I can't write them all, but these are the only words I can think of
Sweet LoveSweet Love4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everybody was sitting in the rehearsal room and waited for Bou.
- Where is he?! He's twenty minutes late! Said Teruki in a slightly irritated voice.
Miku looked up from his manga while he put his feet in Kanon's lap who was sitting at the other end of the couch.
- You know that he usually doesn't keep his time on things, Miku said as Kanon sighed to himself. Miku would always have his feet on him!
The next moment the door went up and Bou rushed in, trying to catch his breath.
- Sorry I'm late!
Miku put down the book while smiling and stood up to meet Bou who was standing in the doorway.
- The important thing is that you came. Miku smiled while patting Bou's shoulder friendly.
Bou smiled and nodded.
Everybody stood in their positions while Miku took the microphone from the stand.
- We'll start off with Maple Gunman then. Everybody nodded in agreement. Bou started playing and Miku began to make movements to the song while Teruki occasionally rolled his drumsticks between his fingers. Kan
ProcrastinationMaybe tomorrow. Let's do it tomorrow.Procrastination4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No. Not tomorrow, nothing ever gets done tomorrow.
Then how about today? I don't want to do it today, but I will if you want me to.
Don't bother, nobody ever notices what happens today.
Okay.... Then what about yesterday? What if I did it yesterday?
Perfect. Everything that ever happened, anything that ever happened in all the world, it all happened yesterday.
Yesterday. Do it yesterday.
glass eyeswhen i was a little girl and still lived by the sea, my grandmother used to give me a telescope, sit in her rocking chair on the patio, and watch me.glass eyes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
on this particular day, her skin was reaching a peak of gray. cracks surrounded her icy eyes, her lips frozen into a purse, her back crumbling as if the sky rested on her shoulders. the floor creaked when she walked, and the railing leaned forward when she set her hand on it's spine.
she grasped the telescope in the other, the grays just as gray as her hand, except much more new - silver, more like, with glass at the end for an eye and black rubber circling the front, like the parts of her skirt.
it was folded in on itself, but when she stuck her arthritis-scourged appendages into it, pulling, her kempt, crimson nails clicked the edges and slid it out of its skin. suddenly, it was the length of her arm.
she gave it to me, trusting the weight to my hands, sat in her chair and rocked.
"look into it," she said.
i placed the rubber
MarieMarieMarie4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was the dress which makers called so bold
Tightly the flowers does she hold
Her thin painted lips quiver in fright
Shimmer does the light fabric into the night
A heavy grey wig sits upon her head
Her once beautiful face is dusted with lead
Necklaces of pearls are positioned with care
Gloves to the elbows, the lace to not tear
The black French mark under her nose
There are satin shoes squishing her toes
Her lungs are pressed; she can barely breathe
All she wants is for well-wishers to leave
She is sick of the people, gasping in joy
This era's beauty is worth no boy
But her mother would be so distressed
She has to do it so the family would be blessed
With this she takes a deep breath
And gathers the courage that she has left
The doors are opened to the massive kingdom hall
Nobles and ladies are dressed for the celebration ball
Holding up her chin, she begins to walk
The room erupts with gossipy talk
It hurts to hear the repeating of her name
Life as royal is just a cruel game
I've Lived Too Late, Too LongBefore I die I want to feel tears of happiness on my cheeks and taste deprived laughter on my tongue. I want to have lived a strange and mysterious lie, but I hope that I've planted the truth in every child's head I've touched.I've Lived Too Late, Too Long4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In my heart I know that I wish to experience hate and tip toe along the lines of love. There is no point in living a bland and unexciting life for that is not living at all. For my right to breathe and survive I'll have fought disease and vanquished those who would put me down. In my hand I'll hold a swatter and squash mosquitoes carrying vanity and meekness because I refuse to be infected.
In the evening I'll walk in copper fields whilst the sea laps at my feet. My mind will remain open whilst my soul curls in to protect itself. Straining, I'll listen for your voice, hoping to hear it one last time before the rot within me finally conquers my strength and determination. I need to hear your tenderness hugging tightly to w
EnglandxReader - CHAINED Ch4CHAINEDEnglandxReader - CHAINED Ch44 years ago in Drama More Like This
Magic is everywhere, you just don't realize it was there.
Chapter 4: The Escape
You sighed, staring out the window of the carriage. Even after getting out of the tower, you still had no clue as to where you were.
The cynical Magician had asked you to come with him that morning. He had said that he needed to go somewhere important, and that he needed you to come help him with something. You finally could get out from his stuffy tower, but it didn't mean you could get anywhere. You were still the hostage and you were on full watch.
You heard the horses neigh and the carriage stopped. You peeked outside. There was a small house on the side, built from bricks and guarded with wooden fence. You stepped out of the carriage, and saw the blonde Wizard already making his way into the house. Not knowing what else to do, you followed him inside.
The aroma of freshly baked bread spread over as soon as the door was opened. You sniffed the delicious smell. It h
Pirate!Spain X Reader - Pirates will be Pirates P2Pirate!Spain X Reader Pirates will be Pirates part 2Pirate!Spain X Reader - Pirates will be Pirates P23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before you knew it, war had begun right in front of your eyes. It was unlike the other battles that you've seen already. It was more gruesome and vile between your shipmates and the enemies' shipmates. You couldn't do anything about it; you only watched and listen to both sides fight. You didn't quite know why they were fighting, but you continued to watch them anyways. The enemy began marching in, from left to right, men dropped from the big ship in front of you. All dressed in dark blue and black colors, they were ready to fight. These men were tough, and seemed bigger than your shipmates were at the time. You couldn't hear anything at the moment, for you'd just seen a horrible event across your eyes. You froze and couldn't move, once again. Finally, you heard a recognizable voice. You turned your head to
Horizonte...Horizonte...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
O quizá no.
pintado al oleo.
en un instante
Y, oh Dios,
I Am A Gentleman, Chapter One: EnglandxReader"_____________?"I Am A Gentleman, Chapter One: EnglandxReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You snapped awake at the sound of Arthurs voice. Without realizing it, you had fallen asleep during your professors' lecture Shit. I hope I didn't miss anything important. Rubbing your head drowsily, you looked up at your new friend. You had arrived on campus at the university just a few months ago, and had been relatively lonesome. For the first couple months, you had spent all your time in the library or the café- you weren't really the type to introduce yourself to new people. But, four weeks earlier you were rushing down the street as to not be late to class, and you had collided with another student. After many apologies and reassurances that there were no worries, you realized that the two of you were headed to the same class. You talked all the way there and made plans to hang out afterwards- ever since, the two of you were practically insuperable. Arthur was new on campus too, and had been looking for the same opportunity to meet new people. It was
The Devil's Rose - A Pirate EnglandxReader FanficChapter 2: A DealThe Devil's Rose - A Pirate EnglandxReader Fanfic4 years ago in Romance More Like This
With a sigh, you closed the door to your office and bedroom and leaned against the door. Even though the adrenalin from the battle still somewhat thrummed in your veins, it was dulled by the memory of Arthur's face. How many years had it been since you had seen a familiar face? Ten years now? How much things had changed . Shaking your head, you pulled your hat off your head and tossed it to the side. You ran your fingers through your hair, fluffing back up from it's flattened state, before sliding both hands to the tie hidden by your hair keeping the mask on your face. Now, in the safety of your room, you could take it off. Pulling at the ends of the ribbons, the bow came undone, and the mask easily came off your face. You stood up straight, walking over to the night table near your bed, and placed the mask carefully onto the top. Staring into the mirror above it, a reflection of your face stared back at you.
Most of your skin was permanently tanned and fr
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis
Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7.
In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession of a razor sharp wit. The books may describe them as identical right down to the last freckle, but this doesn't mean that they are one hundred percent identical in personality - no twins are. In fact, if Fred and George were the same they wouldn't make such a good team. Fred and George are a perfect double act and in any double act you
Pirate!EnglandXTime Traveler!Reader - Part 9Pirate!EnglandXTime Traveler!Reader - Part 92 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You can be quite cruel for a captain. You're not going to stay with her? She's still in your room." Vladimir said while he's drinking rum as Arthur stared down and ignore his question. Arthur believes that he's gonna be haunted by Davy Jones for what he did to you as he started to thinking about your reaction after he kissed you. He just couldn't get out of his mind. Now he thinks that you might be scared of him.
"What have I done...?" he thought himself while he looked at night view, just as he remembered about that night when you and Arthur talked to each other alone for first time before the Turkish Gang attacked.
"Okay Arthur. What did you do to her? When I saw her, her face is red as yours, her eyes are watery and she's very shaky." Vladimir said as he smirk. "You did it, didn't you?" he said while Arthur gritted his teeth and clinched his fists as he ignore his questions once again and he goes to his room as he
12.lesson - Japanxreader'Oh man, how a I going to do this, um, maybe the internet, no I got a better idea' you ran up to your Japanese friend "hey Kiku, can you maybe, um, teach me how to perform a Japanese tea ceremony?" you smiled awkwardly, "sure, but, if I may ask, why?"12.lesson - Japanxreader4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"the coffee shop I work in has this tradition and one day in every month there is a theme, and this month the theme is Japan" you rubbed the back of your head "and my boss asked me if I'd like to perform a Japanese tea ceremony, and I said yes with out thinking"
"oh, I'll help you then, I'll see you later" you thanked him and the two of left.
Later you were waiting for Kiku, the yukata the coffee shop had lent you was neatly laid on top of the sofa. "coming!" someone was knocking at your door, you instantly thought it was Kiku and you were right.
"and now that we have the preparations finished, we can drink some tea" a few hours had "you said this was simple, this wasn't that simple"
"it's easier when you've learned it" Kiku gave you a sm
BTT x Reader - Haunted House"Maybe we shouldn't be here..." Prussia said.BTT x Reader - Haunted House3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh c'mon, stop being such a baby! And anyway, this was your idea!" you said.
"Zhe awesome me isn't being a baby!" Prussia snapped.
"Sure, fine, yeah, whatever, now hurry up."
Prussia had told you about a haunted house, and
madeasked you to come. God knows how he managed to get you to accompany him.
"And I know it vas my idea, but... uhh... I just don't think a haunted house is the right place for a frau like you." You knew he was chickening out, and trying to find some lame excuse for it.
"Well, ya didn't seem to think that when you were begging me to go here with you," you huffed.
"Hey, I vasn't begging! I'm too awesome to beg!"
"Yeah, right," you mumble under your breathe.
Then, there was moaning, and an ear-shattering shriek.
You turned around and saw Prussia running away, screaming, "GHOST!!! GHOST!!!"
Your eyes widen as you look around frantically to see a white cloth, two holes cut out in the 'head', the
Request : England x Reader - Detective Work Part 4Request : England x Reader - Detective Work Part 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You smiled as you spied Luke sleeping in Arthur's armchair. It was late, and the visit to Alfred's had been less than insightful, and that was a week ago. Professor Layton also appeared to have fallen asleep, but Arthur was wide awake, drinking a cup of tea
"Arthur ... who is this man exactly?" You asked, looking at Layton
"He's Hershel Layton. He's a professor of Archaeology and a puzzle enthusiast. He's solved some of the toughest cases in the world" He replied, looking at you with a smile
"Like Sherlock?" You asked, sitting next to him
He sighed and looked sad
"Yes ..." he mumbled
"What's wrong?" You asked
"I'm surrounded by all these wonderful, smart people ... and I suck ..." He mumbled
"That's not true. I think you're wonderful!" You said, smiling
"Y-you do?" He asked
You nodded, blushing a little
"Y-yeah. You're a true gentleman ... and you make me laugh" You said
"Gentleman? Hardly ... I am a former Pirate" He said, looking at you with an eyebrow raised
"Ooh! Do you still have
Scones vs Tomato-Part 3You stepped on top the deck. Shipmates were busy doing their job cleaning and paid no attention to you. . . that is until their Captain showed up.Scones vs Tomato-Part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Welcome back, sir!"
Captain Antonio's men are so respectful to them. Does that make him a strict or gentle pirate?
"Thank you, Felix. May I introduce Miss _____ ______? She'll be staying with us for a while. Please do notify the others."
"Yes, right away, sir," Just like that Felix went off to perform his duties.
"Follow me, seņorita?"
His hand reach out, as a courtesy, yet somehow you hesistated.
Why am I hesistating?
You took the hand and he lead you through two doors.
"My office is the left door that you can see when you're on deck. The right door is toward my men's bunks."
Upon entering the office, you smelled a sweet aroma. Something amongst a mixture of red wine and tomatoes.
"My chambers is slightly hidden. I trust my men, but not enough for them to know my sleeping quarters," he pulled a book from a bookshelf and a sho
Cop!EnglandXOutcast!Reader - A Better Life 3Cop!EnglandXOutcast!Reader - A Better Life 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I waited and waited there in the hospital for several days. Couldn't I just get out of here and be able to do something for once? Being stuck in this bed was horrible enough. And I never thought I'd actually want to go outside and breathe some fresh air for once. For the past couple of days all I've been thinking about was a way to escape the horrible life I was living. Even though, I guess that in a way, Arthur was beginning to get to me. He made me feel at least a little better each time he visited but so far he has given me no good reason to be alive. I had no one. No home. Nowhere to go. I was a nobody.
Today Arthur hadn't come for a visit. Not like I was expecting him to come or even wanted him to. It's just I sort of got used to seeing him and talking to him every now and then. I wasn't even sure why I talked to him so much. Was I really worth his time? I mean no one has ever came to visit me or talk to me as much as he had, nor have I talked to someone like I did