Mika 8059The 25 year old rain guardian slid his hand down the storm guardian's waist, as his mouth was busy nibbling on the bomber's neck. The storm guardian whispered quiet moan's in the swordsman's ear.Mika 80595 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Daddy, what are you doing to Papa?" A soft voice asked.
Both guardian's froze in their positions.
"Didn't you lock the fucking door?" Gokudera hissed in Yamamoto's ear.
"What if Mika needed something?"
"It's obvious she needs something now."
"Daddy, why is Papa whispering when I can hear you guys." Mika tilted her head.
"You handle it." Gokudera groaned, rolling over on his side. Yamamoto sighed.
"Mika," Yamamoto jumped off his bed, and crouched down in front of their 6 year old daughter. "Why are you up, it's past your bed time."
"Why should I answer your question, when you haven't answered mine?" Mika was only 6, but had reasoning like a lawyer. She was very intelligent for her age, and even though she is adopted, she reminds the rain guardian so much of Gokudera.
"You make a goo
Patient - Part 1The locker banged closed and she winced, taking a shallow breath. Her head hurt worse today, a dull throbbing that reverberated in her skull like the ring of a pick striking stone in a vast cave. The roar of conversation in the hall around her didn't help matters either.Patient - Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She turned and made her way toward her next class as fast as she could to escape the deafening noise, holding her notebooks and textbooks clutched to her chest. Breathing a sigh of relief once the door closed behind her, she chose a seat in the far back, where she could listen but not be distracted and – more importantly – not have to speak.
Not that speaking wasn't a good thing in terms of grades… it was just that speaking meant eyes on her – it meant more stress and more effort. And she just didn't have the energy for it today.
She shook her head, trying to clear it of the uncharacteristic thoughts plaguing her mind, and realized she had made a mistake. With a soft, involuntary moan, she
8059 Rain's MessageMusic Theme: Ame no Message - Suguru Inoue8059 Rain's Message5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Making gentle sounds
The rain also falls today
Pouring into everything, giving them shine"
Rain. My heart beat faster when I woke up, and even before opening my eyes I heard the sound of rain falling outside.
I haven't forgotten what I promised myself, and I know you'll be here in the afternoon, and because it's raining, I'll tell you how I really feel.
You have no idea how it's being in love with someone like you ...
you... who seems to need no one in life except Tsuna...
I never thought it would come a day when I was jealous of Tsuna ... That is because I'm not the kind of person who envies others, but him... why you seem to need him so much
I get nervous as the hours go by, until you finally arrive, your hair is a little wet, your face looks tired ... You ran over here...?
And yet you're still beautiful to me ...
But how can I just tell you those words...? "I love you" seems so simple and easy for most people to say it b
When we meet. CH11Kakashi x Obito / Kakashi x Iruka fanfictionWhen we meet. CH115 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Naruto or any if it's characters! Those are owned by Masashi Kishimoto. i do own any OC mention throughout the story
Ooooh the things I'd do if I did own them XD heh heh
CHAPTER 11 - Caught off guard
Asuma flicked the burned ashes from the tip of the white cylinder, exhaling the smoke from behind the slight opening between his lips. He crooked an eyebrow as he watched his friend lean against the wall, staring off into the distance.
" what exactly are you doing here Kakashi? " he questioned, recalling that the younger Jounin had a bunch of missions to go over, with his team.
" I'm being fashionably late. Sakura and Naruto will think I'm sick if I arrive on time. " Kakashi glanced up at the older man and sighed when the confusion didn't leave from his face. ".. my reason for tardiness is occupied "
Asuma followed Kakashi's gaze until his vision stopped upon the now full-grown Uchiha. The young man was ta
You're mine- KakuHidaI have to find youYou're mine- KakuHida5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have to meet you
I need to feel you
Without you there's nothing
Thinking of you
Every day and every night
Still there's your face in front of me
Can't get rid of the longing
Where are you?
What do you do?
When will I see you again?
Do you think of me?
Or do you meet somebody else
Behind my back, as if I wouldn't know
Where the fuck do you go?
What the hell do you think when you aren't telling me?
I have to know everything about you
Don't dare to betray me!
Don't dare to leave me behind!
As if you could run away
As if I wouldn't find you
Yeah, you're totally helpless
Nothing and nobody could hide you
I would find you everywhere
There's no escape from me
Just give in
Trying would just make me angry
And you shouldn't make me angry, right?
It isn't good for your life
Little boy, sweet little boy of mine
Just let me take care of you
Just let me fill your heart
Then you'd be safe
Nothing could hurt or reach you
I would hide you away
Loving you more than my life
Where You're Not -2-The forecast, as unanimously decided by Deidara, was perfect for travel (take note that it was, in fact, a torrential downpour at the time) and Tobi was quite dismal about his position. Deidara had made it clear that there was to be no talking on the mission unless addressed by him first, and that complaining would result in a slow and painful death for the masked member. Any comments on the hypocrisy of a slow death in comparison to Deidara's views on art as fleeting would also result in instantaneous combustion for the boy.Where You're Not -2-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
With that, they had been traveling for the better part of a month in search of any clues to the case. Needless to say, they were not successful. However, Deidara found himself beginning to form a profound respect for his partner. Tobi, when he wasn't being an annoying prick, was actually a pretty good guy. He was loyal and listened to directions without hesitation if you yelled them loud enough. The blond felt that he was becoming the Sasori of their partnership,
Dare Me.Tell me to walk?Dare Me.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Order me to hide?
I'll stay in plain sight.
Command me to work?
I'll slack off.
Make me learn?
I'll do the bare minimum.
Threaten to make me stay?
I'll go farther.
Try to crush me?
I'll break free.
Tie down my body?
I'll let my spirit soar.
Dare me to love?
8. InnocenceThere she stands8. Innocence5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Broken and bruised
Too many scars
Soaked green eyes
Pass her by
As she waits
Telling her she's
Making a mistake
And should walk away
But she's too young
To take care of herself
Plus someone so small
She could kiss that
One way ticket
She wants to just
Get it all over with
What's ruining everything
Then she feel's it
That one soft kick
To let her know
And he's waiting
To see his mommy
To be held tightly
In her arms
She takes one last look
At the building in front of her
And walks back to that car
And drives away
Seven months later
She's sitting at home
He's in her arms
Looking at her
Little piece of
Be Careful of What You Wish For : Part XPart XBe Careful of What You Wish For : Part X4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, was a head of green hair resting by her hand. A large, but human sized hand, rested loosely atop of her's. She carefully moved her hand to touch his hair, the movement alerted the human sized giant that she was awake. As Dominic looked up to Cailyn she smiled, "You know I always wondered if you hair is naturally green or is it dyed."
"You're in a hospital after an attack and you ask about my hair color?"
A weak smile spread on her face, "You're alive and well. The pain I feel says I'm alive, and I've just been wondering."
"Hair dye. I'm a blonde," Dominic rose from his seat to stretch. Cailyn noticed the bandages on his own arm.
"You were stabbed "
"I needed a few stiches, nothing li
what humans do0:00what humans do5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she met him when she was fifteen, stupid, and willing to do anything to get out of her own head. it was winter, new snow sticking to the ground in snowbanks - like a naked blanket, cold on cold with ice. houses were lined up on the streets, chimneys blaring smoke, colors sticking out against the sky's dull grays. cars rolled by, marking the streets all with the same, parallel tracks, like fingerprints with chains attached. thick exhaust fills her senses.
he seemed weird to her. not because of his cocky, laid-back appearance, but because of the complete fresh and virgin ardor he gave her. it wasn't that kind of sense you get when you're born - the average, cliche smell, taste, touch, sight - but when you pass the age of twelve or thirteen.
he was the untouchable, the near-unforgivable. the sweet fruit to adolescence. the thing you taste when you want something new - lips on lips, tongues tying, tugging on piercings - the umph to the skinny jeans, the belt loops
Sunny Loves Beckon Chpt 5Beckon knew that there was more than just me in his pocket now. The motion of his body stopping caused me to jerk forward and all of my own puked sloshed around my shoes and pants. I was so embarrassed. Maybe I really was nothing more than a child to him. I wasn't strong enough to be in his world. Winry would have never thrown up and startedSunny Loves Beckon Chpt 54 years ago in Settings More Like This
Light suddenly opened up above my head. I tilted my eyes upward and looked at his confused face.
"What happened? Are you okay?" he asked in a tone that seemed tentative. He must be so disgusted with me.
"I threw up," I mumbled.
"Oh my gawd! Are you alright?" he said bringing his fingers into the pocket to look at me.
"No! Don't! It's gross in here," I screamed out.
"I'm so sorry Beckon," I cried to his face above. "I'm sorry, you must be so mad."
"Hold on," he interrupted. He broke into another light trot then,
PainGirl standing there, across the streetPain5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Smiling as if nothing could reach
Loneliness deeply kept inside
Unable to think, to fight
Boy sitting outside in the rain
Grinning, hiding away his pain
Darkness holding from behind
Desperately acting, acting so kind
A smile hanging in the air
Life isn't ever fair
Bloody memories coming along
What did they ever do wrong
Knowing each other, do understand
Taking the other one's hand
Exhausted, falling to the ground
Small tears filling the wound
Every day's life, senseless existence
Filling the gap, taking the distance
Both lost in pain
Totally feeling the same
DrownedDrowned5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I traveled down the river in my small boat. The Spanish moss hanging from the willow trees touched the surface of the water sending riffles across it.
The stars in the sky were so bright and beautiful it felt like you could reach up and grab it. The breeze was so chilling it sent shivers down my spine.
The owls and birds were speaking a different language that only they could understand. Across the boat sat a man. A man that I had fallen deeply in love with.
He was staring at me intently drilling holes into my eyes. He had brought me here for something all though I wasn't all to sure on what. "I love you," the words escaped his mouth bitterly.
I had a feeling something like this was going to happen. Every one told me the man was crazy but I looked passed what everyone said and fell in love with him but this whole scene was just adding salt to the wound.
"Let it come sweetly and let it come swift as long as its by your hand it would be a sweet death," I said holding my head up high.
BrokenDiamonds,ShatteredTears1Belphegor buried his face into the downy pillow of his huge bed. He laid face down, spread out over the lavish covers, but he felt no comfort. He felt anger. He felt the wet tear stain press against his cheek. He felt lost.BrokenDiamonds,ShatteredTears15 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had skipped into Xanxus's office the day before to announce that it was his birthday and the boss should come down to celebrate with the rest of the Varia. Xanxus had taken one look at Bel, pulled out his gun and before the prince could react, shot it. The bullet missed Bel's head... but had hit his crown and shattered it before lodging itself in the wall behind him. Belphegor stood rooted to the spot, too shocked to move, and then slowly, he reached his thin fingers into his hair where they brushed against shards of the broken tiara.
He stumbled backwards, speechless. His mouth was absent of its usual smile and hung wide. "Get... out..." Xanxus's voice growled from the other side of the room. Bel could not look at him, could not lift his eyes to see his boss
An Interview With A GiantIt was perfect. The sun was out, the wind was tame. Ashton lay on his back- the silky grass of the meadow felt soft on his bare skin.An Interview With A Giant3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He finally had a chance to be by himself- the humans didn’t come near this part of the country. So he was safe from any interrupting yells of fright or disgust. He took a deep breath of the fresh air, then shut his eyes sleepily. A short nap was all he wished for…
Five year old Kelly had seen this giant more than once. He was enormous- he seemed bigger than the first time she had seen him! She could see his gargantuan body lying in the emerald green meadow. He appeared to be sleeping…
It was Kelly’s chance! She looked down at her school backpack and took out her pair of binoculars. She peered through them, zooming in onto the giant’s face. His eyelids were shut, and his great mouth was open slightly.
He was definitely asleep.
Kelly was beyond excited . She could approach him easily now… She clapped her hands
5927- Under the maskAuthor's Note: Hey there! Sorry but it's yaoi here! If you don't like it -points to the door- then leave please~ No harsh critiques since it's my first fanfic with KHR.5927- Under the mask5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Under the Mask
"Hey, Tsuna! You've got mail," The rain guardian called out.
Tsuna looked up from his desk and took the envelopes in his hands. "Thanks, Yamamoto," His cheerful smile hasn't changed at all over the decade.
"No problem!" He turned to leave, but not without saying farewell to Tsuna first.
The sky guardian looked through the mail and found a rather fancy invitation. A familiar horse was emblazoned in the corner with the Chiavarone Family written in a golden cursive. Realizing it was from Dino, whom he hadn't seen for a while, he read the letter.
"A masquerade ball?"
To The Vongola Decimo: Sawada Tsunayoshi
You are cordially invited to the Chiavarone Family Masquerade Ball. Mask and formal attire required along
If Only You Read My WordsI want to write a poem, or maybe a song (but I'm no good at rhyming) that could make you fall in love with me again. That silly, love note writing, hopeless romantic love you used to have. I miss the way your eyes would light up like Christmas lights when you saw me, and how mine would reflect you. Now all I have is nothing, hardly a sentence spoken between us per week. It's like loving a ghost, because you're not really here, I'm only speaking to my memories in the empty attic that is my mind. You used to love my poetry, but now you refuse to read anything I write any more because a lot of it has to do with you and maybe you hate seeing your true reflection in the words. So even if I could write something to make you fall in love with me again, you would never read it. You're too afraid to face your reflection and too afraid to analyze your feelings again.If Only You Read My Words5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Maybe it's not you at all that I miss, though I do miss you a whole lot. Maybe I just miss being loved, knowing that for once in m
Midnight Revenge (Hug a Tiny Day)The rush across the neighborhood had worn Aiden out. He finally reached the house he was looking for: a two-story with off-white bricks. The lights were on, which was definitely a good sign for him. Panting, he jogged up the pathway to the door, glancing at his watch as he did so.Midnight Revenge (Hug a Tiny Day)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fifteen minutes until midnight. He could make it, he assured himself gleefully.
Standing under the illumination of the porch light, he rapped his knuckles against the red, wooden front door. Nothing happened, so he tried knocking louder. There was an audible reaction this time; the sound of at least four muffled female voices began chattering over each other rapidly inside the house.
"Someone's at the door!" That had to be Charlotte's little voice.
"We heard it, dummy! Shush!" Veronica, being her usual snappy self.
Then came Leslie's nervous tone. "Th-That can't be him, can it?"
"Hang on, let me check." Aiden saw movement come from the living room window out of the corner of his eye. Karen's surprised face wa
Heart Shaped BoxI wanted to cry out,Heart Shaped Box4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
But the tears stayed away,
I wanted to scream,
But I chocked on the words,
I waited for the sunlight,
Waited for that reassurance,
That came with sun,
But never felt it's warmth,
Against my skin,
I wished for a rainbow,
And a star filled sky,
I wished for your love,
But only felt cold emotions,
I just wished I understood,
Why you pushed me so far away,
When all I tried to do,
Was make you so proud,
I waited for your smile,
Waited for words of a praise,
That came from a loving mother,
But never got to hear them,
When you forced me away,
I just wish I understood,
Why I never brought you happiness,
When all I tried to do,
Was make you happy with me,
I wanted to cry out,
My heart screamed for me to let it all go,
The emotions called for it,
But all I could ever do was hold back,
I waited for the sunlight,
I wished for a rainbow,
I waited for your smile,
I wished for a star filled sky,
And I wished for your love,
I wish I could lock these emotions up,
In a small heart s
One Little HeartThe fleeting sparks of happiness,One Little Heart5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flickers like the matchshick should,
And dies as only the matchstick could.
The dank moor of fermenting gloom,
Cowers the heart, flicking matches.
Seeing them drown, for the flame never catches.
The fallen sticks of blackened wood,
Are the only traces of that
One little heart, and the puddle where it sat.
The poor heart would have given itself
To anyone who cared.
Though even if they had seen it,
They could not have been prepared.
White Knight PhenomenonWe wish for him to comeWhite Knight Phenomenon5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And sweep us off our ground feet.
The white knight,
True love's greatest treat.
We watch him ride up
On his great white horse,
Clad in silver shining armor
And set due course.
He comes on over
And pulls you up.
He kicks the sides,
Horse gives a jump.
A victory to the shining knight.
But as a great man once said,
"Love is not a victory march",
It leaves it trampled and dead.
"It's a cold and it's a broken",
That's what it's become.
We take it and we strangle it.
That's what we've become.
NamesNames make a person.Names5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More than looks,
More than clothes,
People are judged
By names they had no say in.
Based off names.
Girls with guy names
Can't be straight
Have to want to stand out,
Expectations I can't meet.
Girls with girl names
Can be who they want,
Can do what they please,
Expectations that can be met.
Knowing my name,
Doesn't mean you know me.
Don't judge me because of my name.
Talk to me,
Get to know me,
And then you might be able to judge me.
It'll Be AlrightEyes are clenched shut as he stumbles back to the bed, the thin curtain swishing against the window pane and blocking the dying afternoon from getting into the room, for he's become irritated when out and about in the sun. He doesn't want to see the cherry blossoms flutter down to the ground as the wind gently shakes at the sakura trees. He's become accustomed to this dimly light room as he's usually unable to pull himself out of bed, coughing fits raging his body almost all the time now. His hand braces him against the bed as the other fists itself in the cotton shirt over his heart, violent coughs forcing his body to shudder uncontrollably. His palm presses against his lips in an effort to stifle the coughs, but they come anyway, one after another.It'll Be Alright4 years ago in Romance More Like This
People have stopped asking why he's not medicated. Knowing now that his body has been resistant to the antibodies they inject in him and the medication he used to take. They're used to not seeing him outside going about; he's stopped going
Of solace sleeping in today was the essence,Of solace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking up the process of becoming singular
I want to end it
but I can't stop associating you with these images
: a season being flung onto the ocean, making a mess of color
there's an insect caught in my poetry,
trying to mend its broken wing