For the One I Love- Ch.5For the One I Love- Ch.57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"For the One I Love"
Usagi kept her eyes locked on the man she did not know before her, his warm hand resting upon her skin. For a second she felt the urge to fall into his arms and cry, but stopped herself.
Shakily, she pushed herself away from the man, Excuse me. And walked away, forgetting he even knew her name. Seiya turned around after her, stunned, watching her leave in tears.
Odango? Seiya picked himself off the ground, and raced after her. Seiya weaved in and out of people, loosing sight of her and then finding her again. Where is she going? He knew this was a new start and a new chance, but her not knowing him all together, made him feel a twinge of pain in his stomach.
Finally all the people around him had vanished as he ran out of the city and back into residential areas. Turning a corner he spotted her curled up in a red phone booth. His heart leapt, the same red phone booth he had so desperately tried calling her from once
Less than 10 days until the contest ends!! :):iconhellobear1plz::iconhellobear2plz::iconhellobear2plz::iconhellobear2plz::iconhellobear3plz::iconhellobear4plz:Less than 10 days until the contest ends!! :)3 years ago in Personal More Like This
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The subject is: Summer Kimono.
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The Immortal FlameWhat is a feeling?The Immortal Flame4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is it something only I can't grasp?
These reactions, I have felt them in the past
These things of which I cannot name
They course through my body like a withering flame
This flame that lives inside my head
Doesn't hurt like a flame is said
But everywhere I show signs of fatigue
Like it's draining away my energy
This flame can bring light to the dark
And heat the cold and dying heart
But still these thoughts leave me confused
As a flame can still be diffused
It can still be extinguished with a breeze
Or suffocated with ease
It can continue to burn until it is gone
But like a spark it can reappear as fast as it is withdrawn
This flame that never goes away
May spread 'til only ash remains
But still this flame glowers on
What left does it still feed upon?
This flame that flickers endlessly
Has no substance, strangely
But although it still avoids my touch
I can at least be glad it doesn't hurt that much
Tag- A Royai OneshotTag- A Royai OneshotTag- A Royai Oneshot9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Roy Mustang peered out his office window, and heaved a great sigh of boredom. The view out his window was a beautiful one, over looking the buildings of East City, rolling green mountains in the distance. A beautiful sight it was, but Roy had seen it hundreds of times, and he was bored with it.
He decided to sit at his desk and watch his subordinates. Riza was sitting at her desk, reading a book; paperwork- all done- in a nice stack next to her. His other subordinates, Jean Havoc, Heymans Breda, and Kaine Fuery (Fallman had called in sick today) were sitting off in a corner, playing cards.
Roy glanced at the clock on his desk- 5:27 pm. Hughes, stationed in Central Headquarters, would be calling any moment to rant about his daughter again. Thinking of this, Roy sighed again.
The same routine happened every day. Ignoring the looming pile of unfinished paperwork
FMA- CloserCloserFMA- Closer10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Colonel Roy Mustang wished that this day had never come. No one had wanted this day to come, but it was hardest for Colonel Mustang. Riza could see the inner struggle that Mustang was going through when she came to pick him up. Today was going to be a hard day for everyone in the company because they all had to say one final goodbye to a very close friend; but to Roy, he was loosing a brother, friend, and comrade. The drive to the funeral was a quiet and depressing one. The sky was grey, threatening to start raining. Every part of Eastern looked depressing. As Riza drove through the streets, she saw people bundled up in there thick winter jackets.
As the cemetery came into sight, there was an ocean of blue caps and jackets. Riza parked the car, and quickly grabbed her rifle from the back. She, a
RoyAiRoyAi10 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Riza Hawkeye was sitting in the colonel's office waiting for him to return, she was half tempted to go a sift through his papers and see if there was anything worth reading. Considering he usually took forever. She rose from her chair and walked over to the desk. While moving and reading and looking through papers, she found one that was extreamly intersting...
She folded the paper and tucked it away in her pocket, just as the colonel walked in.
"Sir!" she said pulling her arm in a salute. He saluted back.
"Sorry I took so long, Hawkeye. The Fuher stopped me on my way back."
She gazed at him, barely listening to a word he said. She reached for her pocket and pulled out the paper, unfolded it and showed it to the colonel.
"Sir, may I ask what this is?" He stared at the picture in her hand: a drawing of Hawkeye with little hearts all over.
"Erm.." Roy began to blush madly, "It's er....Nothing of your business!" And snatched the picture. She knew she had a chance to reveal that she felt t
FMA: The Gate Walker ch.3Central Headquarters-FMA: The Gate Walker ch.39 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Move it! Get out of my way!" Riza, with fiery rage, stormed down the main hallway of Central HQ. She pushed a few innocent by-standers out of her way in the process, signaling that this was only the beginning of today's rampage.
"You!" She stopped suddenly, frightening an unsuspected intern.
"Who me?" He pointed to himself nervously, as if hoping she were talking to somebody else.
"Yes, you!" She stomped towards him, a deadly glimmer in her eye. "Where is Roy Mustang?!" she demanded furiously, grabbing hold of the poor man's state military uniform.
"He…He's in his office. He's been in there all day, ma'am." The young man stated, somewhat fearful for his life. If what he read about Riza Hawkeye – no, it was Riza Mustang now - was true, then she would be pulling a gun out on him at any moment now.
"Is this true?" She frowned.
"Yes! Yes! I swear it is true!" The intern waved his arms in front of him frantically, as if trying to prove some hidden point. Riza sighed,