Through a Baku's Eyes - 1 You sit in doubt for what happens to you in life.Through a Baku's Eyes - 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You wish to be anyone but you...
Than being me; my eyes, my mind, my very soul is clouded in grief, hate, lust, and pain. I wish I could just forget my life and move on to another.
I would do anything... 'Would you do anything?'
My mind was mired in a fog when the question came. But it felt as if someone else was asking me this. I shivered. What more could add on to my life that wasn't already there? In truth, I had no idea that my life would take a huge turn, but was it for better or
Nights Without RestNightNights Without Rest6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its always the night, isnt it?
Things always happen at night, they never happen during the day. The day is far too bright for anything interesting to happen. Everyone is happy during the day, theyre always laughing and smiling. Couples holding hands and children swinging from their parents arms. The birds tweet and the butterflies flutter, dogs get walked and cats purr from the window ledges they rest on. Nothing seems to go wrong.
But at night, it is so very different. The night is much scarier than the day, it was made that way for a reason. At night, theres hardly anyone on the streets, theyre practically empty. There are certainly no children, only scary men with bloodshot eyes and sadistic grins, just waiting for you to make the wrong move. No birds, no butterflies, just large moths and fat flies. The dogs on the streets at this time are mangy and thin, the cats just skin and bones, missing clumps of fur.
At this time, EVERYTHING, i
Kuroshitsuji: Claude's OriginKuroshitsuji: Claude's Origin5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cold, dark night~
Sebastian and Will had to share that horrid Circus tent. Sebastian was lying on the top bunk of the bed while William slept on the bottom. Sebastian quietly hopped off the top bunk and began walking towards the exit. He hated being cramped up with that horrid shinigami. Out of nowhere, Sebastian felt something shoot behind his knees and cause him to fall. He turned his head towards Will, who hand his death scythe stretched, and glared at him. Will retracted his scythe and pushed his spectacles up.
"You are intruding in my personal area of the tent. Plus, I can't let you leave this tent to go mercilessly hunting and eating souls of the innocent!"
Sebastian grimaced and got off the floor, brushing himself off. William stood from his bed and came really close to Sebastian. The two men glared angrily at one another. Sebastian narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"...Then what do you expect me to do? I can't lay around in here with the likes of you."
Sebastian Ciel 3Ciel was dressed and waiting by six that evening. Just as the grandfather clock gave its final echoing musical chime the door opened and the intimidating women stepped inside. He gave a nervous smile Welcome dear Aunt Frances. Elizabeth.Sebastian Ciel 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Over the years Elizabeth had grown from a hyper-active girl to a refined young lady. She was dressed in a pale pink gown, her hair done up in an elegant style, she was the definition of beauty. It was too bad Ciel had to break the engagement. He would have liked to see her on their wedding night. Ciel shook his head to clear it of impure thoughts.
Earlier, Sebastian had done a short examination of Ciels supposed conditioned and confirmed it, by that time though it was too late to cancel the dinner party.
Since the confirmation of the mysterious pregnancy the butler and master duo had been coming up with believable excuses to break an engagement of such importance. Perhaps there could be another woman? Sebastian had sugg
SebbyCiel 6Some people have wished for death. Some have begged for life. Ciel, however, didn't care.SebbyCiel 65 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After he woke up on the floor, clothes torn, and the baby crying softly, he realized he just didn't care. His parents were dead, and solving their murder wouldn't give him any satisfaction; not for himself or for them. Loving Sebastian could give him nothing but heartache, but he couldn't bring himself to hate the demon. Heaven held no promise. Hell was his life, how much worse could it be after death?
He was done. Done with the contract, with the demon, with the Queen, after eighteen years, he was done. "Sebastian." He said, "This is an order: . . . give me an order." For what else could a puppet, an empty shell of a human, do?
The demon butler turned his attention away from his son. "Get up." He said to the earl, as if ashamed to serve such a being.
Ciel could find no reason to stand. However, laying there like a dead person was not Ciel's style. So he stood, staggered, and willed himself