Kakashi and AnkoThis is my first fanfic. Eeek!Kakashi and Anko9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Written 02.42 in the morning. *Turns out to be a night-owl*
This fic is dedicated to Kakashi and his love. Who is she?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, so don't sue me. Ne?
The peaceful you.
You're so relaxed. Is it because of the atmosphere in your own home? Does it feel safe? I certainly feel safe when I'm watching you. How do you do it? You never seem to have nightmares. On the contraire, I have. So I often spend my nights watching you sleep, sitting beside you hugging my knees. You see, I don't want to disturb you. Not when you're like that.
This night, ironically, your face is covered by your sheets. This night, you chose not to wear your mask for a change. Your hand is also close to your face is if to be sure that nobody can see what you're hiding. When, in fact, you're not hiding anything. Your face is as normal as can be, besides from that scar dashed over your left eye -But people know of that, and beside the fac
From Anko's Perspective...From Ankos PerspectiveFrom Anko's Perspective...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anko and Kurenai walked down the street together, Anko eating as many sweets as she could while Kurenai told her about the feeling Asuma gave her, each time she was around him. I dont know, Anko. I just get flustered around him. My heart starts beating really fast, and I start blushing like crazy. Did you ever have that? she asked, looking over at Anko. Anko swallowed a mass of Dango, and the shocking thing, she actually thought about the question. Not really. She replied, though Kurenai could tell, something was on her mind.
Have you felt anything similar to that feeling? she questioned. Anko thought about it again. Well there was this one time I felt something kinda like that. She admitted. Come on, we can go get something to eat here. Kurenai said, gesturing toward a Ramen shop.
Mello and Matt no4G for Everyone!Mello and Matt no48 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The original Mario theme sounded from the cellular phone on the coffee table.
Hey, you done?
Yesh! sounded a rather impatient voice.
Alright, Im coming. Matt threw on his furry vest and darted out the front door, almost forgetting to lock it. He got into his red car and drove off to the dentists office.
Walking into the clinic, he held back laughter as he saw Mello. Cheeks puffed out and mouth not fully closed sat his friend with a bag full of medicine in one hand.
Alright, lets go, said Matt, still trying to hold back laughter.
SP: Too Much CoffeeI'm sitting in Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse with Tweek while we waited for Clyde and Token to arrive. I've been sitting around texting to Kenny although most of his texts have been him making sexual advances to me. Ever since Butters left for that trip to LA earlier this week, he's been on the prowl for a good time. Tweek has been doing what he normally does, twitch and drink coffee. I think this is his 7th cup this morning. It makes me wonder how he sleeps at night.SP: Too Much Coffee5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Actually, scratch that. I wonder if he even sleeps at all.
"Gah!! Craig, I saw them again last night!!"
I raised an eyebrow as I continued to text Kenny, "Saw what?"
"The- the GAHH! The underpants gnomes. They took my new boxers last night!"
"Tweek, we've been over this a trillion times since 3rd grade, there's no such thing as underpants gnomes. You're hallucinating because you barely get any sleep from drinking too much coffee."
"Nahh! What if they come back and try to take more of my stuff after they've taken all of my under
Matt n Mello's ending sceneWhat REALLY went on in that apartment...Matt n Mello's ending scene8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Matt: Hey Mells!
Mello: How many times do I have to say it? Stop calling me that!
Matt: OK... how about El Chocolato, Willy Wonka, or... chocolate bunny?
Matt: OK, OK! I'm sorry... geez... pop a fuse why don'tcha...
Mello: Peh... what is it, anyway?
Matt: Well, about the kidnapping tomorrow - should I use the A-type or B-type smoke bombs?
Mello: A-type, of course, for this - it's slower but the coverage is better... dumbass.
Matt: Oh, right, sorry.
Matt: Hey, why am I the only one who ever apologises? Aren't you sorry too, for what you just said?
Mello: No way man, never been sorry, never will be.
Matt: What, you wouldn't be sorry, even if I died tomorrow?
Mello: Hell no! That'd be one less game-addicted freak roaming around.
Matt: well, since this may be our last night together, I should thank you for all this time we've shared..
South Park: KinderxIkePrologueSouth Park: KinderxIke6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Kindergoth could hardly believe what had happened. He looked up to see Ike staring at him from across the table. He had never really talked to the blue-clad boy before, only admired from afar. But there they sat, at a corner coffee shop, making small talk.
So what should I call you? Ike looked down, his cheeks starting to flush. It made Kinders heart nearly leap out of his chest. The youngest Goth could hardly speak as Ike took his breath away and threw it to the wind
G Georgie I suppose The boy looked down at his small hands. Its not my real name, but thats what people have taken to calling me, since I got out of Kindergarten that is... He heard Ike giggle a little.
Well, I might as well call you something else, if were to spend any time together Little. Ill call you Little. Little gave a nervous laugh. He wasnt sure if
Your Guardian Devil: Chapter 3Pip sat alone at the small wooden desk in his bedroom, working on his Chemistry homework. The room looked bare, but to Pip he had everything he needed, maybe even more. Apart from his desk and chair, he had a wardrobe, a bedside table and of course his bed. The walls were pale blue and the floor was wooden. There were very little accessories, apart from the blue ceramic table lamp next to his bed, which gave off a dim light, two rows of wooden book shelves and a clear glass vase filled with blue carnations, hidden behind closed curtains.Your Guardian Devil: Chapter 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was eerily quiet and Pip was home alone and had been for a while now. However, he was very much used to it and kept himself busy doing whatever there was to be done. He had finished his chores for the day, washed out his wound and finished most of his homework. He now planned to finish the rest of it and read for the rest of the night, but he was feeling strangely distracted.
He set his pencil down and sighed, he just couldnt concentrate on th
Choco Cigarettes -MattxMello-Chocolate CigarettesChoco Cigarettes -MattxMello-8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-A MattxMello Oneshot-
Overly cheerful shoppers bustled through the brightly colored shopping square, which was garbed in festive shades of red and hues of pink. Tacky hearts were plastered on nearly every conceivable surface, often accompanied with a pudgy baby with arrows strapped to its back. Shoppers were wrapping up their last minute shopping, having a blast blowing their hard-earned cash in the name of love. A teddy bursting at the seams here, a few roses there, heart-shaped boxes of chocolate thrown in every now and again Yes, everyone DID seem to be having fun.
Well, almost everyone.
Mello sat on a bench glaring at all that passed, most definitely not having fun with this over-the-top holiday. He rested his scarred face in the palms of his hands, softly swearing as a small child glanced at him, only to hurry to her mothers side. It wasnt that she was looking at the scars Hed merely been sitting there for the past three hours, a
Underneath Our Tree: Ch3Ike and Georgie sat across from each other in the noisy cafeteria. Luckily Frank, the kid with a bad case of dandruff, was off sick so that Ike could steal his seat for the day.Underneath Our Tree: Ch37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Is it really necessary to talk about schoolwork during lunch? Georgie groaned as he finished swallowing down a spoonful of yogurt.
Well it means less work for us to do during class, Ike lied.
Georgie shrugged, turning his attention back to the half empty pot of peach flavoured yogurt before him. Ike watched, waiting for a moment until he was sure that Georgie would be able to answer him without his mouth being full.
So how are you going to go about doing your painting?
Georgie thought for a moment, I dunno. Ill just look for a tree somewhere and take a photo of it to modify and paint.
I know the perfect tree! Ike exclaimed.
Georgie looked up at him sceptically, Oh kay?
Ike laughed, Youll see what I mean when I
Mello and Matt no5G for Everyone!Mello and Matt no58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My Own Way
One by one, colourful leaves, from the deepest red to the palest yellow drifted slowly to the cold ground. Chilled December breezes tore the last of the leaves off their branches, and carried them places they had never been, until finally, they made their way to the ground among others like them, slowly decaying, slowly dying. The sun glowed in brilliant shades, turning fields of dead leaves into seas of gold, but its rays were too distant to bring warmth to the bare trees.
In the distance, Childrens playful voices echoed. It was somewhere in England, far from the busy city streets or loud highways, far from the rest of society. Youngsters dressed in their warm fuzzy sweaters threw leaves into the air, and at each other. They all had rosy cheeks and big smiles on their faces all but one. Sitting on the steps to the entrance of t
Finding homeFinding home4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well don't we look peachy today."
"Fuck Hello Frank." She said, not looking at the boy who just took the seat next to her on the bench,
"You should start eating right or otherwise you end up like your old man."
"I'm fine." He pulls back her black hair and whispers in her ear
"You can't pretend to be fine when inside your dyeing." He then kisses her cheek, she sighs as he hands her a flask "Here." She takes it and drinks from it she let out a long sigh and smiles as she feel the cold liquid warm her, "Better." It wasn't a question it was a fact and she knew it,
"Yes Frank. Thanks." She smiled weakly handing him back the flask, he looked up and someone caught his eyes.
"Who is that?"
"Him." He points to a boy on the fair side of the college grounds standing next to the gates, he was tall really tall compare to Jaie and Frank, his hair was dark brown from what he could see under his hat
"Oh that's Mikey Way, him and his brother just moved here like me, well us
Subtitles +One+Part One: Side ASubtitles +One+7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was almost a normal Saturday. Almost. I lied on my bed, my head hanging off the the side and my legs propped against the wall. I was occupied in my newest DS game with a cigarette carefully sitting in my mouth. The curtains were closed, so no sun rays beamed through. My light was off and the only brightness came from my DS. I loved Saturdays.
Until the door opened and a someone turned the light on. "Ack!" My cigarette fell to the floor, and I quickly maneuvered my hand to put it out. "Shit!" Thank god for leather gloves. Pausing my game, I turned to sit up on my bed. Roger stood in my doorway, a blond... girl, no, no it was a guy, beside him.
He had blond hair that grazed his shoulders and bangs that fell partly in his face. He was clad in black leather, a rosary-looking necklace around his neck. Draped over his shoulder was a black bag, most likely holding his belongings. He looked about ready to kill something. I pushed my goggles back over my eyes again, I
In the rain. 1In The RainIn the rain. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A dull, rainy morning at the Wammy's house.
Mello walked to his bed, practically in shock. He was soon gonna turn fifteen, so his emotions are very outbursting. He snatched his last chocolate bar under the pillow. The folium around didn't let it melt. Chocolate seems to keep Mello calm at times like this. "What am I gonna do?" he sighed and stared at the wall.
Before that, about a half hour ago, Matt called him to the terrace. "I have something to tell you..." He whispered, because of Near's presence in the living room. The boy was doing his blank puzzles again. Mello was a bit annoyed, because of the wind and rain out there. Still something inside made him agree. He still wants to know what's going on.
Matt was acting a bit different all day, he didn't play his games while talking to Mello, and was more quiet than usual. Mello put on a jacket at the corridor, but Matt just silently walked forward and opened the door. He went straight to the terrace. Mello shouted: "Put a c
What Kiba KnewFrantically leaping from tree to tree, the anxious shinobi abruptly stopped atop a large oak and sniffed the air for what seemed like the millionth time in the last hour. Inhaling deeply, he could smell the salty scent of tears clinging in the night air. Though tears normally smelled the same for everyone, the mixed in floral scent, that only one who was gifted with the incredible Inuzuka nose could detect, informed the worried young man exactly who those tears belonged to.What Kiba Knew6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hinata." Kiba anxiously whispered into the dark forest, as his eyes adjusted to the shadows beneath him.
His heart ached as he imagined the timid kunoichi curled up somewhere, alone in the dark, crying her eyes out. Too many times Kiba had come upon that very scene, and each time it crushed him. It crushed him, because he knew...
Kiba knew what it meant.
He knew who was responsible; for whom those tears were shed.
Although for many years Kiba had pretended that he didn't know; concealed the
Mello and Matt no10PG-13 for Sexual Themes and LanguageMello and Matt no108 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Exhausted from the ridiculously prolonged mission with his subordinates, Mello looked forward to coming home and just sitting down with his laptop and a chocolate bar in hand. He was at the apartment door when he heard a womans voice coming from inside. Matt has a new girlfriend? he thought to himself as he cautiously unlocked the door. He rested his hand on the handle contemplating, Should I leave them alone? No, I wanna be home with my chocolate! I wont make a sound till shes gone if she leaves that is.
He slowly pushed the door open and could immediately distinguish sounds he didnt want to hear. Damn it, I came at the worst time. He cringed as he tried to quietly but quickly shut the door. He then flipped one of the cubes on the table, so that the green side fac
South Park Goth DrabblesSouth Park Goth Drabbles6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Henrietta just managed to finish the final word of her poem when odd noises began seeping in from her closet. She glanced down at the Kindergoth, who had fallen asleep some time ago. "Shh!! You'll wake him up!"
The Red Goth always hated it when Stan Marsh walked by. He would be the first to notice, then Kinder, then Henrietta... then Curly.
The Red Goth hated it when the Curly Goth noticed Stan. He hated it when any of them noticed Stan, really, but he hated it the most when the tallest of their group noticed. Because that was when Stan really got noticed.
"The Bible says that homosexuals will never enter the Kingdom of God..." The boy had hair that was as curly as his, and his thumb in his mouth made him seem as if he was mumbling.
Curly tsked and wrapped an arm around Red's waist. "His loss."
What hurts the most - ENGMatt turned around and looked at his best friend, who just entered the house. The blond started to take off his boots, totally ignoring the scowl Matt gave him. Matt continued to stare until he heard a sarcastic laughter from his gameboy - it suddenly reminded him of his game. And the game was over, apparently. The red "GAME OVER" inscription flashed on a screen, making Matt swear quietly. He switched off his plaything and looked again at Mello, just in time to see his witty smirk.What hurts the most - ENG7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'What is it, Matty? Do you have a fever?' - Mello, still smirking, put his hand on Matt's forehead - 'Or maybe you're just so delighted to see me that you even switch your toys off? Oh, I see... Maybe you were... worried about me?'
'...I was just wondering if you'd be so nice and shut the door...' - Matt pointed at wide opened door leading to the staircase. Knowing Mello wouldn't even lift a finger to shut it, he got up, approached the door and closed them.
A second later he found himself being forced to the
Ch. 7 BirthdayIt had been three years since Mello had come to be a Wammy..no, over three years. Mello couldn't believe how fast everything had gone by..He was almost 13 now. His birthday was the next day. Over the years, Mello had risen up to being second in the house, below Near. Matt had become third, not being able to be even close to Mello. Mello found himself disliking Near more and more each day. He just couldn't pass Near..He'd always be about two marks behind. It pissed him off. He needed to be the best, he always was the best with his brother. He was to used to it. It bugged him that he couldn't pass Near, and the runt was younger than him. Near had become painfully brilliant and showed no emotions anymore..no matter what anyone did to him, he just gave them the same blank stare. He'd also gotten addicted to puzzles. He'd do them in the corner of the common room all the time..sometimes he even stayed in there all night long, doing some new puzzle Roger or Watari had gotten him. NearCh. 7 Birthday7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
An eternity in hell, I guessIt's so warm ... and dark ...An eternity in hell, I guess5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Who's Pip ... oh ... me ... who's calling me ...
"C'mon Pippers, get up!"
The blondes memories came flooding back and he shot up with a terrified scream.
"Pip! Woah! Calm down, will ya?!" The Brit looked around the dark woom, hands touching his body. He wasn't under the metal foot of that robot anymore, no blood, no anything, except for the fact that he was about six years older.
"What the bloody hell is going on?!" He cried out, looking around at the other occupent of the room, a face he never thought he'd see again. Damien.
The demon bo- no, teen smirked a little. "Finally, I thought I wasted my time fixing you up. You okay, Pip?"
The blonde was still so confused. He remembered dying ... and that's it. "Damien, where are we?" Pip asked, touching his own face.
The other grinned, getting off the bed. "We're in hell Pippers! I got Dad to pull a few strings to get ya down here!"
The British boy swallowed hard, standing up, he
This is Called ThiefshippingTitle: I Believe This is Called ThiefshippingThis is Called Thiefshipping6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Summary: Bakura explains to Marik what Thiefshipping is. YGOTAS-based. Heavy on the fluff despite being a comedy.
Author's Notes: Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series is the property of LittleKuriboh. Thanks to LK for being awesome!
"I believe this is called Thiefshipping," said Bakura.
"You believe WHAT is called WHAT?" asked Marik.
"Thiefshipping," said Bakura. "It's the concept of the two of us being attracted to each other and then having sex with each other. Often times, during the sex, knives and blood are involved. I like knives."
"The two of us...hey, I told you, I'm not effing gay!" said Marik defensively.
"Oh, come on, you're really not fooling anyone. Besides, my gaydar led me directly to you. How do you explain that?" said Bakura.
"Oh, the gaydar that you use because you're secretly very lonely?" Marik shot back.
"I, uh, said that out loud,
Doves -- DN - MattxMelloDoves -- DN - MattxMello8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mello was staring out the window of his third floor bedroom. Rain and thunder lay beyond the glass pane. Matt had gone to the hospital; Mello hadnt been there to hold his hand. Matt was anemic and prone to getting sick. And what did that make Mello?
Mello was just sad. Staring out into the chaos, his eyes held no emotion. Wammys House kids played downstairs Near sat in his own room, doing puzzles. And Mello he stood by the window.
It would be midnight before Matt got home; the jovial redhead would be tired out and pale. But hed still manage a smile when Mello ran downstairs in his pajamas to see him, all teary eyed and worried. But happy at the same time because Matt was there now, there to hold the shaking blond until his sobs stopped.
Thats the way it was with them. Matt never worried, he was always sure. Mello always worried, never sure if hed come home. Never sure if Matt would live. The redhea