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
A Gazette ChristmasA Gazette Christmas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yup, I was excited, too excited. Guess what? TOMORROW IS CHRISTMAS!
No concert, no practice, how wonderful is that?
The most wonderful thing is Reita is coming over to help me prepare everything. I wonder if he bring any presents for me. I knew that he is the stingiest person on Earth but when he comes to me, he had to 'contribute' his money. I love the look at his face when I overspent his money.
The doorbell rung, I was caught in surprised, "Who could that be?"
"Reita-kun!" I called and jumped straightly into his embrace. That warm pair of arms and that sexy muscular chest are the things that made me crazy about his body. He is just so handsome; no other man would ever match up with him. I remember that day , that special day , he confessed to me , telling me that he can't stand it anymore , he wants me to know that he love me. How sweet! He is so damn cute.
"You don't have to be so hyper every time you see me."
I knew that he is embarrassed with his blushing cheeks an
Adventures of Dahvie Vanity P3Adventures of Dahvie Vanity P34 years ago in Profiles More Like This
So we left off at Jayy and Dahvie deciding what bar to
go to that night, and party it up!!
"What time are we going?" Dahvie asks.
"Whatever doesn't matter"
"Good I'll go do my hair. It's starting to annoy me."
"Have fun. See you later, pick me up at 9."
Dahvie walks over to his washroom to do his hair and
Jayy leaves. While picking up his straightener he
"OH MY F---ING GOD!!" Dahvie yells in
Offended he puts a Hello Kitty band-aid on his
finger and straightens his hair and whatever else he
does to pimp his hair.
Afterwards he put on his guy-liner but he
kind of missed his eyelid and poked himself in the
eye with a sharp eyeliner pencil.
"WHY IS EVERYTHING BAD HAPPENING TODAY!
I THINK I HAD SEX WITH JAYY, MY F---ING
STRAIGHTENER AND MAKE-UP DISAPPEAR, I
BURN MYSELF AND NOW I POKE MYSELF IN
THE EYE WITH MY F---ING GUY-LINER!!"
Screams Dahvie at the top of his lungs, loud
enough to disturb even the people who live
across the street. Birds even flew away from
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
Her Servant 1 - Miss PoorhouseHer Servant 1 - Miss Poorhouse5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If there was one thing Kagome hated, it was attention. Especially when her new classmates were staring at her. And especially when she was the new scholarship student at the most prestigious school in the country. Everyone else in the room came from money. Kagome just stared down at her plain, cheap outfit.
"And I'm sure you'll all make her feel welcomed," the teacher droned, oblivious to the snickers and whispers at Kagome's expense.
"Look what she's wearing!" one said, "She must have bought it at a thrift shop!"
Another whispered back, "Stupid scholarship student...Doesn't belong here."
"Probably the help's daughter..."
She found a seat at the back next to a quiet Inuhanyou boy; the only one not whispering about her. She slunk down and tried to be invisible.
"Hi, I'm Sango!" the outgoing girl in front of her in the lunch line said.
"H-hi. I'm Kagome," the shy girl mumbled.
Sango gave Kagome a quick once-over, "Scholarship student, huh?"
Kagome winced and nod
Her Servant 2 - Peace OfferingHer Servant 2 - Peace Offering5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The people here are heinous," Sango tried to comfort the crying girl in the locker room. "Kikyou's the worst. Just because she's head cheerleader and dating Inuyasha Taisho she thinks she runs the school. And we let her."
Sango noticed Kagome trying in vain to get stains out of her shirt, "Don't worry Kagome, I have a change of clothes I can lend you."
"Thanks," Kagome sobbed. "You don't have to do this, I don't belong here anyway."
"Bullshit," a gruff voice said from the door way.
"Inuyasha!" Sango scolded, "this is the girl's locker room! Get out!"
"Fine," Inuyasha replied, "but I want to talk to you two outside."
"That was Inuyasha Taisho," Sango explained. "Yes, as in richest family in the country Taisho. He runs the school along with Kikyou, except he's not evil. He's not so bad, I don't know why he chose Kikyou to be his girlfriend."
The two girls left the locker room, and walked over to an annoyed looking Inuyasha. "Ex-girlfriend," he muttered to them as they came cl
LearningThe room was dark and musty. Through a window on the far wall some murky sunlight shone in and illuminated dancing dust motes in the air. Below this window there was a battered chair, and a small desk. Sitting there was a girl, she was reasonably young, considering her occupation, but that didn't matter. Not at all. Her hair was long and tied into two plaits, and her eyes were blue and innocent.Learning4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked up as the door to the small hall opened with a creak. Light flooded quickly in, drowning the floor around the tall silhouette in yellow.
"Hello," said the girl, "Are you here for the classes...?"
The silhouette did not move, "Well, that depends," he muttered, "They are free, right?"
The girl opened her mouth to answer, but the boy cut her off.
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 Letters5 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
everyone dies"breathe,"everyone dies4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he tells her, because
her lips are bluer
than her eyes
that is all he can
think to say-
their hands stem
into each other
puckered with veins
have to breathe."
"mm," she hums
and it comes out
like broken song,
of their warmth,
thin and hopeless-
like a piano
"okay." he says,
tracing her skin.
time is running
can do is
watch as she
in your hair."
he gasps, because
the sky is bluer
than her lips
which are bluer
than her eyes
her hair is
as wet as his eyes,
and all he can think
I'm... different.With strangers I'm:I'm... different.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quiet and intimidating
With best friends I'm:
Hyper, crazy, and annoying
With people I just know I'm:
Calm, smart-sounding, and artistic
With people I like I'm:
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
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.
Reassure MeReassure Me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing me empty songs
About love and being together
Because I need some reassurance
So I know things are still okay
So I know things are still great
Tell me empty words
About love and being together
Because I need to know
I need to know
They're not as empty as I think
Girl do you love me like
I once know you did
Girl do you hold me
In that same beautiful regard
Like I know you once did?
Baby I've got questions
And I know you can answer
Bury my foolish insecurities
With your empty words
Sing me empty songs
About love and being together
Cause girl I need them
Like you don't understand
I need to know
They're not as empty as I think
Cause I don't want to be as
Empty as I think
Fluffy Love Chapter 1Fluffy Love Chapter 111 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
•Hiragana are a simplification of the kanji, and were very popular among women, especially aristocrats (women typically were not taught how to write kanji due to the years it took to master the complicated symbols). This form of writing would have been prevalent during the time that this story takes place.
•Other than what I've seen in IY, I know squat about the layout of feudal Japanese manors and palaces and the various duties of servants within them. I tried to research these things online but came up with nothing, so if my descriptions are inaccurate, tell me what I've done wrong or send me a link to a website that will.
•The song that I refer to is the one that Rin sings often in the anime (Jaken even tries to sing it once but gets a nasty bump on the head from Sesshoumaru *^_^* ). As close as I can reckon it, it goes something like this:
Yama no na ka,
Mori no na ka,
Kaze no na ka,
Yume no na ka.
Doko ni ru?
I can't decipher th
hushI am of the Earth; daughter of the treeshush3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am of the Sky; transparent as the wind
And I too sing
but it's quiet like a whisper
like the soft murmur
of a thought that crossed
your mind one late Sunday night
just before slumber claimed your mind
I am not from here; yet I don't belong over there
Past the river and the mountains; a stranger even there
And I too sing
but within bounds
like being trapped inside a cage
of golden rods and staves
your very own thoughts dissolve
in a distant meadow that's never been adored
I am of the Earth, and I am not from here or over there
I am of the sky, I feel the limit should be there
And I too sing
In hopes of being heard
Like the caged bird I will dream of skies
Of distant oceans with no flags
You're even dreaming of it now
Just like you've always done before
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