Smile - Male Orihime
Smile Male! Orihime
Don't cry because it's over
A gentle breeze that came from the west caused the female Shinigami to look up. Her [e/c] eyes fluttered from side to side, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.
"I know you're there, Oriōji ," [Name] said coolly, turning her head over her shoulder to eye the orange-brown haired human.
"[Last Name]-chan," Oriōji mumbled, his breath hitched in his throat. "You're going soon, [Last Name]-chan. It's all over."
She knew that tone of voice. It was a voice of weakness, a voice of loneliness, a voice of sadness. She had heard that tone come from him so many times before. Oriōji was such a softie, really. So unsuited for battle, she was amazed how he was forced into it. That manipulative, arrogant, Aizen.
But it was all over now. Just as Oriōji has said.
"We'll still be friends, right?"
Ouran- Break Down The Door 1A/N: This is the sequel to my earlier Ouran fic 'The Door Never Opened'. YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST READ THAT FIC BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE! I'm not plugging it or anything either. It's just that you will not understand this fic at all unless you read 'The Door Never Opened' first. It's not even that long, only 1000 words or so, shouldn't take you more than two, three minutes tops.Ouran- Break Down The Door 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So with that said, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of 'Break Down The Door'.
Clack. Clack. Clack. Thump.
Haruhi stopped and looked down. It appeared that she'd stepped on a book, a notebook to be exact.
As she picked it up off the ground, she suddenly recalled a conversation she'd had with her middle school friend, Kasumi, about a manga the girl had been reading called 'Death Note.' Something about a high school student using a magic notebook to kill criminals, she couldn't remember the exact details. Of course, t
Ouran- Break Down the Door 7.07 HaruhiOuran- Break Down the Door 75 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What do you mean you were overbooked?!" Mei raged at the airport employee. "Our parents booked these tickets a month ago, and now you're telling me that someone else has our seats?!"
"I'm sorry Miss Yasumura," the man said in a calm voice that only served to further piss the ganguro off. "We had an unfortunate computer error that resulted in the overbooking. We can give you another flight to Japan tomorrow at-"
"We can't wait 'til tomorrow," Mei argued back. "We're supposed to go home today!"
Meanwhile, Kasumi and Haruhi sat on a bench watching their friend continue shouting at the employee. Kasumi sighed in frustration.
"I can't believe this," she muttered. "Just our luck, huh?"
"Well, at least we had a fun trip," Kasumi said wistfully. "I'm really gonna miss Paris... and I bet you had fun last night with that Tamaki guy, huh?"
Haruhi glared at her friend's smirking fa
624 Days and Counting- Ch. 14NOT FINISHED.624 Days and Counting- Ch. 144 years ago in Romance More Like This
READ DESCRIPTION AFTER.
I decided not to get out of bed just yet. I stared at the alarm clock that read 9:54 AM and played a little game with it. For the past ten minutes I was predicting when each minute would pass, and it was getting boring fairly quickly.
I rolled over onto my right side and faced the wall. I didn't know if N was awake yet. I hadn't heard him get up, but then again, he was always up and about before me. I never heard him in the morning- he was so quiet. The only thing that would ever alert me to him was the smell of coffee that he'd always make (which was an efficient tool in getting my lazy butt out of bed).
My mom would already be gone. Her shift at the hospital started at 7 AM and she'd always be home around 4 PM, giving N and I plenty of time to ourselves.
It's not like we ever did anything worth being private about, though.
I sighed and snuggled deeper into my pillow. I really didn't want to get up. It wasn't because I w
Safety - Shion (No.6)-x-Safety - Shion (No.6)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
[Name] had never seen such kind eyes before. They were a warm red color that held no hostility in them. They looked kindly onto her poor, dirty self, that didn't slander against her. They were willing to help her, a piece of trash like her.
She held her bony knees together with her bony arms, buried her head in them, and leaned against the cold brick wall, as the rain fell from the grey heavens. Her tan, leathery skin was exposed to the rain, to the cold, and shivers rolled up her spine. Her thin piece of clothing gave no warmth to her, it served more to keep her body from being exposed to the world.
A loud, long growl came from her stomach, and she held her head high, with her mouth wide open, wanting to catch the rain water. It would be better than anything, and it could even help sate her thirst. How desperate [Name] was, for food, water, clothes.
Light footsteps started t
Ouran- The Door Never OpenedA/N: This is an AU of the anime where Haruhi never encountered the Host Club and therefore never broke the vase, never joined the Host Club, and never befriended any of them.Ouran- The Door Never Opened5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's a little bit quieter at Ouran after the School Festival, and for the life of her she can't figure out why. She doesn't understand why the hallway lights are a little bit dimmer. She can't comprehend why the painted pink walls look a little bit darker. She finds it odd that her school mates look a little bit sad every time the four o clock bell rings.
Lately, she hears solemn female classmates whispering about a student whose name she knows only vaguely, and whom from their expressions is someone they all care for very much. She is aware of the Principal's son of course, if only by name and not by face. She knows he was a student here at one point, and that now he is gone. Back to his home country, the girls all say, back to be married to a rich socialite. She hears these stories, but thinks nothing of
BreatheTake a moment.Breathe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that to the universe it is a small matter.
Put your feet in the cool water.
Witch Hunt - Austria: Roderich Edelstein - o0.Witch Hunt - Austria: Roderich Edelstein - o0.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Witch Hunt Austria (Roderich Edelstein) o0.
Vash looked up to his adopted sister, a china cup in between his lips.
"Yes, Lili?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you still remember that story?" the girl asked, a hopeful look on her face. The Swiss man tensed a little, the grip on his china cup tightening. After a moment's hesitation, Vash set the cup down, and turned in his chair to face his sister.
"Take a seat, Lili," he ordered, gesturing to sit at the chair across the table from him. The blonde Liechtensteinerin complied and took a seat, pushing in the chair. "Lili, are you prepared to hear a sad story?"
Lili nodded her head. "I remember it was a sad story, Brother, but what of, I cannot recall. I come to you well prepared for a sad tale."
His green eyes stared into hers for a while and he nodded, running his fingers through his own blond hair.
"Then is it
Apologize - Shiro (Deadman Wonderland)Apologize - Shiro (Deadman Wonderland)3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The usually bubbly albino came running towards her at full speed, her pure white hair flying behind her. As she came closer, [Name] was able to see large tears falling from her ruby eyes, staining her pale cheeks. Even when she was upset, she had a lot of energy in her.
"[Name]! Shiro is sorry for always eating your snacks when you're asleep!"
"Shiro is sorry for always causing you trouble! Shiro is sorry for being clumsy sometimes and making [Name] get hurt a lot! Shiro is sorry for making the bullies mad and come after you! Shiro is sorry for eating your candy, but I never will again because they taste absolutely terrible! They're so bitter and those are the worst!"
"Shiro is really, really, really, really, sorry! Please forgive me, pretty please, because Shiro gets lonely a lot sometimes, and she really wa
the girl that everyone liked....You're the girl everyone likes,the girl that everyone liked....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're always right,
You seem so bright,
And everyone wants to bask in your light.
Nothing ever affects you,
It bounces off you,
Nothing can break your smile,
But that smile will only last a while.
You get home every day,
Come home to a family so wrecked and torn,
It's like your heart has been burned.
You come home and fall apart;
Sometimes it's so hard to fix a broken heart.
A heart that's been shattered by the things people say,
Every once in a while you lose your way,
And you always have to pay.
Your the girl everyone likes,
You've got the friends and the life,
Everyone wants to be you,
But they've never really seen you,
The real you.
The one who cries when she gets home,
The one who breaks down in her room,
Her mind so full of gloom.
After a year of pretending,
Pretending you are who you're not,
You felt your anger grow hot.
So sick of the world you live in,
Tired of the hand you've been given.
You've been dealt the cards,
And your life's been so har
For the Sake of Love - South Italy,Lovino VargasFor the Sake of Love - South Italy,Lovino Vargas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Keep your eyes on me
It was indescribable how much rage burned inside [Name]'s chest. The feeling of intense jealousy that she felt, as she clenched her fists swelled in her stomach. Her sharp [e/c] eyes were locked on her boyfriend, her love, and another woman she had seen before. Yes, she had seen him with Lovino once before. A woman with short blonde hair and striking emerald eyes. She always smiled, always giggled, and whenever she did, Lovino would turn pink.
[Name] was the only person allowed to make Lovino blush like that. She was the only one that could laugh at his dumb jokes, to smile at him.
She was the only one who was allowed to look at him.
The jealous woman scowled as she watched the two for a while longer, before growing sickened at the sight.
Lovino always did this to her.
He would always flirt with every woman he saw.
Kleptomania - Takami YohKleptomania - Takami Yoh3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yoh was known for having sticky fingers. He could steal without anyone even noticing it. He did it with such an evil grace, with a mere swipe of his fingers, or a bump to the shoulder. Over time, it had just become a simple habit, something he couldn't help control.
Aside from that, he had good manners, or at least acted like it. He seemed to care for others, his sister especially. He sincerely cared for her, and had this ambition of getting her out of Deadman Wonderland. That was the whole reason he purposely got himself arrested. He knew that if he had raised a certain amount of Cast Points, then someone's sentence could be shortened. To obtain the right amount of Cast Points, Yoh do anything and everything; he would even do work for that sneaky fox, Tamaki. It was such a strange relationship he had with his sister.
These traits charmed [Name] in a sort of way.
Tower - Orihara IzayaTower - Orihara Izaya4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tower Orihara Izaya
Nobody would know if I were to disappear
The dark clouds that seemed to hang over Ikebukuro began to cry out, their tears slamming the concrete, their cries not going unheard.
From each sky piercing building came a dim light, that when combined with all the other lights coming from them, the building shone incredibly, outshining the stars. The rest of the buildings in Ikebukuro did the same, and the city was glowing with artificial lights.
It was the most picture perfect scene.
The rain, the lights.
They were all so spectacular.
Standing on the roof of Sunshine 60, [Name] sucked in a deep breath.
Whatever she called it,
she'd be leaving it.
Her decision wasn't sudden; it was thought over for months. And with the help of her online friend Nakura, she had made her decision.
She and Nakura were to disappear together next week.
But she couldn't wait.
"[Name], the world is a cruel, dark place.&
Ouran- Break Down the Door 6.06 TamakiOuran- Break Down the Door 65 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"...and when they kissed, the whole world melted away, and it was just them, lost in the throes of their passion and love."
Kasumi sighed, "That is so romantic."
Mei grinned and closed the book. "I know, I just love these stupid airport romance novels."
As the two girls giggled, the third member of their party kept her nose in a menu, trying in vain to understand just what this restaurant was serving. Haruhi consulted her Japanese to French phrasebook, wishing not for the first time that she'd taken French in High School.
"Can you believe we're in Paris?" Kasumi asked, laughing and throwing her arms up in joy.
"No Kasumi-chan," Mei answered with a smirk. "We couldn't believe it the last 48 times either, right Haruhi?"
"Mm-hm," the other girl nodded, still looking at the menu.
"Where'd our parents even get the money for this?" Kasumi wondered aloud.
"Don't question it," Mei advised. "Just enjoy it. Especially since we have to
Ouran- Break Down the Door 3.03 HunnyOuran- Break Down the Door 35 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Haruhi brushed her fingers against the lapel of her jacket for perhaps the umpteenth time that day. The uniform still had a relatively 'new' feeling, it would be a few more days before wearing it felt natural.
Her dad's recent pay raise had enabled her to finally buy an Ouran uniform, and even though she'd argued with her dad for hours about not spending the extra money on such frivolities, eventually he won out.
"I think you'd look so adorable in one of those dresses," her father had gushed.
Unfortunately, it turned out to be a hollow victory. Haruhi bought the uniform just like he wanted, the male uniform in fact. As it turned out, the female uniform was more expensive than the male, and even with the extra money, Haruhi couldn't afford it. The look on his face when she came home with it was indescribable.
She supposed she understood where he was coming from. Other than Hikaru and Kaoru, everyone at school seeme
Legends Ressurrection Part 1"Touko. I should tell you this right away: I'm the King of Team Plasma" N looked out of the window of the Ferriswheel. "What?! You're kidding!" Touko jumped alarmed on her feet. When N had offered her to help the Plasma Grunts she was hunting down she had gladly accepted his help. And she certainly hadn't mind his invatation to a ride on the Ferriswheel. But now the picture she had made of him started to crumble and break. "I'm certainly not." He fixed her with his emerald eyes. "Ghetsis asked me to help team Plasma. You see. I sometimes wonder how many pokemon there are in this world... How many are truly free. And how many have to suffer. I don't want any pokemon to suffer. Pokemon are pure creatures who shouldn't be treated like tools in fights for fun." He said to her and concern was in his voice. "But that's not true for all Trainers!" Touko shot back at him. "The Pokemon and their trainers are a team! they learn from each other and-" she was cut off by his hand grabbing hers.Legends Ressurrection Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.In Threes3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was armed with shards of strength, a misplaced sense of determination and the kind of bravery that only the damned can have. Words haunt, especially when all you have to your name is a broken little mind, a need for validation and an honest fear of losing someone you love. I was twenty. I wanted to make sure that the world around me realised I existed, I wanted to shine for my sake,
French HornFrench HornFrench Horn6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who would play a French horn who could help it?
A twisted length of metal, born of the hunt,
it can grunt out a note, thin and raspy,
or from its throat emit a soaring melody.
This spiral siren does not forgive its students;
musical phrases quickly give way to squeals.
The horn tortures and hazes the novice,
but more so, the conductor. We beg
for help from the private instructor, only to
be told, "More air!" The flair of the horn
lies in its beautiful tone, but a bone-chilling groan
is the only reward for mediocre performance.
The one hope for the horn player is
more practice, and a heartfelt prayer for
the ears of the players in the chairs nearest him.
-M. Ezra Keith
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
Illusions - Firo ProchainezoIllusions - Firo Prochainezo4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I had a dream once that I could hold you
But I woke up and you were gone
A short dream of a bright-eyed woman, aged twenty, smiling happily at him with pearl white teeth, and lips painted red. Her [h/c] locks, curled into tight ringlets, traced down her back and to her waist, and pieces hung over her shoulders, framing her freckled face.
His arms were wrapped around her petite frame, his chin rested on her shoulder, and he breathed in slowly, taking in the scent of her skin. His lips pecked her collar bone, bringing her closer, holding her tighter. Her small hand was placed at the side of his head, and she breathed in slowly. He wanted for this moment to last forever, for these days to never leave.
"Firo," she breathed,
and he woke up.
He had to leave her many, many years ago. They could never be together, never marry, never have children, never grow old together. It was simple;
[Name] was aging, and he wasn't
If It's Love - o3 of o5 - Ladd Russo x Lua KleinIf It's Love - o3 of o5 - Ladd Russo x Lua Klein4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"When you cry, do you close your eyes?"
Ladd Russo x Lua Klein
Lua Klein was always a soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman. Only a few words would depart her lips, very comforting words, in a quiet voice. A sort of melancholic look was always plastered on her delicate face, looking as if she were devoid of all emotion. She was so calm, so gentlewomanly.
Ladd Russo was not. Ladd Russo was the exact opposite.
The sadistic blond was loud. Loud, and extremely violent. His desire to kill was great, it was as if he lived and breathed violence itself, taking it into his body, and living off of it. It was entertainment, it was fun, it was highly enjoyable. Those piercingly bright blue eyes that contrasted the blood splattered on his face greatly made him look all the more terrifying.
How, or rather, why the universe brought those two together, no body would
Ouran- Break Down the Door 4.04 MoriOuran- Break Down the Door 45 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Several block away from Haruhi's apartment complex, there was a small park that she always enjoyed visiting, especially during the spring and summer. It was usually very quiet as most people frequented the larger park at the edge of town, and so it was a good place for her to go and read or relax in peace.
Today was the last day Haruhi would spend at home for several weeks, as tomorrow she would be going to her Dad's friend Misuzu's pension in Karuizawa where she'd spent her last summer. She was looking forward to the clean air and peaceful (if uneventful) atmosphere she enjoyed the previous year. Last time, she even ran into her old friend, Arai. She wondered if she'd see him again this year.
She wanted to spend her last day in town at her favorite place, and that's what led her to the park on this day.
Of course, every so often a day came where the park was more crowded than usual, and today
A History of ImaginariumWhen we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?A History of Imaginarium4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But time passed us by. And things changed. We grew up, much to Peter Pan's dismay. And things became what they would never become if we believed. Things became boring.
Reading became insipidly real, about average people with average lives. And what was worse, we enjoyed that much more that the fantastical tales that our imagination wa
Gateway"Do you know what victory is?" asked a soft voice behind her.Gateway4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl with the broken eyes didn't look up. She couldn't. She didn't want to. Her whole body was tattooed with the rain that had started hours before, her hair dripping with the sky's tears. She hadn't wanted to dry the sorrow of the weather from her skin; for fear that someone would see her own.
"I asked, do you know what victory is?" The voice was soft, but strong. And there was something about it that reminded her that she needed to pay attention.
She still didn't speak and a disappointed sigh came from the voice. It was as if the rain had stolen her voice.
"Victory is, when you lay awake at night and pray for the sanity of others rather than yourself. It's when that broken heart which has tormented you, heals you instead. It's when you learn to forgive yourself for your past and look forward to the future."
The tears hadn't stopped yet. They made their way down her face like lifeless little