AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 13~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~days pass~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hidan, get up.
Because we have to pick up Sasori and Deidara at the airport.
Jashin dammit .
Hidan tightened his grip around Kakuzus torso. No, dammit.
Kakuzu groaned inwardly; damn, he was too tired for this! He looked down at his boyfriend, trying to figure out the best way to get him up. He traced his eyes over Hidans hair his face .his shoulders
Ok, evil plan formed.
OWW! Kakuzu, what the hell?! the banker smirked and removed his teeth from Hidans bleeding shoulder. Good, youre awake. Now get up.
Admit it, you liked it.
I hate you.
Damn, they certainly m
KakuHida: SleeplessKakuHida: SleeplessKakuHida: Sleepless5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im Hidan, the immortal Jashinist from the Akatsuki. For the past week I have been having nightmares that are scary as hell. And to top it off, they are the ones that keep requiring, every time I try to sleep. I cant even sleep! For Jashin Sake! These nightmares are the worst I ever had! I dont even want to talk in detail about them, lets just say they made me not want to be immortal anymore.
I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling with tired eyes. I want to sleep, but those nightmares wont let me. Im so Jashin-damned tired I cant see straight.
After another night of not being able to sleep, Kakuzu came in our room.
Hidan get ready, we are going on a bounty mission. One that is worth 5 billion! It is across the word Kakuzu said and I stared at him in disbelieve. I cant believe him! That bastard; he knew I havent slept in the past two weeks, and he expects me to go on a mission across the world!?
AKATSUKI APARTMENT epilogue~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~one year later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This place doesnt look half bad, Kisame commented, looking at the two story house.
Yeah, Hidan agreed. He turned around to look at his lover. Kakuzu, hurry the hell up or were leaving you!
Im here, Im here, Kakuzu grumbled. Itachi was walking beside him, eyes as disinterested as always. The four of them stared at the house. You know, it doesnt seem like this is the new Akatsuki base, Kakuzu muttered thoughtfully.
The group watched as a window was blown out of the house, followed by Konans shouting and Deidara crying out in pain. Forget what I just said. Hidan smirked and grabbed the bankers hand, pulling him toward the house with Kisame and Itachi behind them.
Sasori and Pein were outside the house, handing a delivery boy enough money to make Kakuzu sick. What was that for? he asked as the t
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 8~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~three months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 87 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Hidan was wondering if Jashin would accept that damnable alarm clock as a sacrifice. He reached out to smash it. As usual. Kakuzus hand reached over his and shut it off, pulling his hand away from the poor defenseless clock. As usual.
Hidan, we have to get up for school. The Jashinist groaned and buried himself under the covers. Hidan, come on. Wasted time is wasted money.
I dont give a damn, Im skipping today. Let me sleep, dumbass. Hidan groaned again as he felt the covers yanked off of him. No youre not. Now get up.
Or what? he regretted asking that instantly.
Kakuzu walked over to the bed, picked up the smaller teen like a sack of rocks, and walked into the bathroom. He carelessly threw the silver haired teen into the shower, and turned the water on full blast.
AAAAAAHHH!! JASHIN DAMMIT, THATS COLD!
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 2Kakuzu found sixth period to be highly entertaining. It wasnt because of the teacher, or the subject. It was simply watching what happened when you put Hidan, Deidara, Itachi, Kisame, and Sasori in the same room.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everything started when the teacher walked into the room. Most of the students went straight to their seats when he entered the room, but Sasori and Deidara were too busy arguing about art to notice his entrance. Miss, would you please take a seat?
Deidara turned around, huffing angrily. Im a boy, un!
The teacher turned red. I-Im sorry! Youre just wearing a skirt, and-
Oh, so wearing a skirt automatically makes me a girl, un?! Why must people question my lifestyle choices, un?! Deidara buried his head in his hands, and if Kakuzu hadnt seen the grin on the blondes face he would have sworn Deidara was really crying.
The teacher looked uncomfortable. Um, well-
And I suppose you t
In stitches -KakuHida--In stitches (KakuHida)-In stitches -KakuHida-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kakuzu staggered down a dim hallway in the Akatsuki lair, slumping unusually in his black with red clouds cloak. Him and his Jashin-addicted partner Hidan just got back from a mission in the Lands of Snow, they were sent to assassinate a couple of ninjas who had been causing trouble for the Akatsuki. Kakuzu hadnt realized just how strong they were. He didnt let Hidan know this, for he knew hours of bragging and whatnot would follow, but he had gotten a deep cut in the square of his back. He had done a quick stitch-up when Hidan wasnt looking, but he wished he hadnt. The coarse threads he had used were now digging into his skin with every step, and Kakuzu had hoped blood wasnt soaking through his cloak.
After what felt like a eternity, Kakuzu reached his room. He slid the door open with care, not wanting to break it out of rage again, it cost him too much money last time, and slipped into the room. He shut the door quietly behind hi
Merry Christmas, Fairy TailTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the guildMerry Christmas, Fairy Tail3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The mages were partying, the tables were filled.
No "Silent Night" for these folks, they partied til dawn
And hoped the hangovers would not last long.
Sweet Mira was pouring the drinks with such care.
Even Fried was laughing, no matter how rare.
And Elfman spoke of manhood, and Gajeel sang a tune,
Yet none of them knew what would happen quite soon.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Natsu sprang to the door to see what was the matter.
Away flew Gray's clothes, just in a flash,
Droy kept eating food while Jet ran to Levy in a dash.
Loke lit up the night with his starlit bright ring
While Juvia swore to protect Gray-sama with a tight cling
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But something that made Mira gasp and cry, "Oh dear!"
Twas a dirty old geezer, so perverted and off.
They knew in a moment it must be Makarov.
He was larger than a giant, purely to carry the sack.
He called off their names, his vo
AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 1Kakuzu rolled his eyes as he walked into the building. New town, new school, but the same kind of idiots whod stare at him, muttering. For gods sake, the scars on his face werent that bad! He sighed. There was nothing he could do about it. With any luck, theyd get over his looks and forget about his existence.AKATSUKI APARTMENT part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The teen walked down the main hall and into the office area. Hed been told to report to the principal upon arrival.
He entered the office and saw a young looking blonde sitting at the desk, filing papers. She looked up as he walked in. Hello, and you are ?
Kakuzu introduced himself and the woman smiled. Oh right, the transfer kid. Well, Kakuzu, Im principal Tsunade. Pleasure to meet you. Now, heres your schedule, and-
Suddenly the door was flung open; Hidan stood in the doorway, foot raised in the air, indicating hed kicked it open. Hello, Tsunade! He called cheerfully, grinning like a fool.
AKATSUKI APARTMENT prologueKonan woke up at sunrise, due to the fact that Pein hadnt bothered to shut the blinds in their bedroom before going to bed the previous night. Needless to say, the room was flooded with sunlight, and of course it shined right in Konans face.AKATSUKI APARTMENT prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The blue haired woman sat up and stretched, yawning. She got up and shut the blinds; no need to wake her grouchy boyfriend just yet.
She pulled on a blouse and skirt, before walking into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and pulled out the last of the leftovers; theyd need to get more pancake mix and ramen later today.
As she began reheating the leftovers, she heard a loud yawn and smiled. Pein must be getting up.
Sure enough, a man with messy auburn hair walked in, grumbling. When the hell did they decide mornings had to start so god damn early?
Konan grinned. It sounds like Hidans rubbing off on you.
Speaking of which, wheres the little psycho? He and Deidara are usually robbing the fri
10 ways depression can say i don't love you1. "i'm sorry10 ways depression can say i don't love you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don't want to
come over today."
the clock reads 4pm
and i roll over in my bed
2. "i forgot it was your
i'd forgotten my own
3. "i promise i won't
the ER doesn't believe
it's an accident
4. you asked if i loved you.
i had to sneeze and it
i think you took that
as a no.
5. we haven't had sex in a month.
6. we don't see
we don't see
i even have any.
7. i never answered your text.
it asked if i was okay.
8. "i need you to open yourself
up for me," you said.
i stopped talking.
9. "what do you want from me,
apparently you didn't.
10. tonight i will sleep alone
but not really.
depression will hold me
and stroke my hair,
telling me everything
will never be
Threnody of a Tortured SoulThrenody of a Tortured Soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He loved her in what ever distant way he could.
In the way a prisoner loves the idea of flowers growing outside of concrete walls.
Something untouchable; only real inside the mind.
She existed to him as a glowing orb of light.
A powerful, yet elegant distraction from himself..
And he clung to her as a fearful child clings to its mother.
To at last feel those pivotal emotions he was never permitted to develop.
He was twenty-five when she first met him.
He was lost, shattered, and self-destructive..
Yet he possessed the most delicate skin she had ever seen on a man.
Thin and milky white, as he had gone so painfully long without seeing the sun.
His eyes were searching, wide, and limitless.
Constantly betraying the unpredictability he was known and feared for.
Yet to his unwavering bewilderment, she never feared him.
Never greeted him with disdain or disgust no matter what he’d done.
She only cared for him as well as she could.
With soft hands, and an
Let's Play a Game Let's play a game.Let's Play a Game2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't like the game we play
But he says we have to.
After all, I am
Daddy's little girl.
I'm too sad to move.
I don't like this game.
But I am
Daddy's little girl.
There. Wasn't that nice?
I don't like our games...
But I guess I have to
Daddy's little girl.
We can play again later.
I don't want to play later!
I don't. Like. Our. Games.
But I have to play them.
Daddy's little girl.
It's fun. Isn't it?
I don't want to be
I'm sick of being
Daddy's little girl
In Daddy's world
With Daddy's games.
Let me grab this knife, Daddy.
Let me hurt you, Daddy.
The way you hurt me.
I don't want to be your little girl.
I want to play a game.
What I Do For A LivingGo ahead. Look at her.What I Do For A Living4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look at her hair, her face, her smile.
Can you see through the illusion?
Can you see her black clothes fading?
The hologram of her smile is fading until her mask has disappeared completely
Those hands placed on her waist have snapped necks
Gripped bloody knives, pulled the trigger for the final time
Dug more than one blade into more than one heart
Those fingers curled on the black fabric of her sweater
Have dragged glass across those porcelan wirsts
Etched "FREAK" onto her china skin
That neck, arched back just so
Has had knife after bloody knife pressed against it
Almost slit more than once
There was once a golden heart hanging from her collarbone
Inside was her sanity
Now it's gone, slipped away
The sweet smile has turned threatening
Her angel's voice transformed into a snarl, a hiss
Fangs are hidden behind the smile that wins them all over
Her chocolate brown eyes have turned blood-red while glaring at her enemy
Before throwing a knife at his heart
If...If all the world knew our painIf...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we might never have suffered
If all our friends helped us through
we might never have suffered
If all our parents ever cared
Have you ever noticedyou don't need a knife to cut someone.Have you ever noticed4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
you don't need an arrow to destroy a target.
you don't need a gun to end a life.
You don't need to deliver a fatal blow to kill someone.
There are so many other ways for a person to die, just because the muscle called a heart pumps blood around the body and the organs we call lungs suck in the cold air doesn't make a person alive.
Look around you, no matter where you go there will be a person who has died, inside.
Imagine a busy shopping street.
Maybe its the homeless man sitting by himself in the corner not even bothering to watch the people avoid him. He thinks of his last meal, a piece of stale bread. He wonders where his next one will come from. He imagines some kind person, who comes along and buys him all the food he could eat, to take him to a warm bed and have a good night sleep, to see that giving up on the human race was a mistake.
Maybe its the old man who sits on a bench dedicated to a person six feet underground, thinking of how his l
Love happenedLove happened in theLove happened4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
first hours of the morning.
Our white hours.
The old sycamore
was whispering to the wind,
sharing night secrets
like dark oracles
passed down through the mystic words
of a primal song.
The first golden beams
lingered on his face, casting
lights and shadows on
the serene surface,
making him a damaged god
fit to love and kill
in a single kiss.
Black lashes fluttered open
like crazy feathers
grazing my reason
and allowing lust to flow
like a hundred tides.
Love happened in the
first hours of the morning,
when the wind became
white noise as his hands
went along drawing a soft
new tune on my back,
when the promises
of my life became white lies
compared with his Truth.
Love happened in the
first hours of the morning.
Our white hours.
She's tough.Hey look, there she is.She's tough.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hair is always a new colour and she wears hats to shade her face. Her piercings just keep increasing.
You see she's tough.
She smokes and drinks and stays out all night. I even heard she sleeps around.
And those clothes, can you believe it?
But she gets away with it, because she's tough.
I heard she even knocked out one of the teachers. Have you seen the bruises? She doesn't bother to cover them up.
But it's because she fights every night, because she's tough.
I mean, it wouldn't be the other option would it?
It wouldn't be that really her appearance is battle gear? She wouldn't be doing it to keep us away would she?
And the bruises, they really are from fighting right? She does hit them back doesn't she?
I mean, she's tough right?
Well, yeah, of course she is.
I mean, its not as if she's pretending. She's not faking it. Because that would mean that she was lying, and not just to us but to herself.
She couldn't be that fragile surely.
I mean she's tou
You aren't an Adult yet... You should have heard two shattering sounds that September night, one being the sobs of a mother, and the other, a bullet hitting through the thin glass of a coffee shop. I remember conversing with the victim just a day before his name would appear in the obituary pages of the local newspaper. The leaves were dancing off the branches, flaunting off their beauty to the world. The brook we used to play at as children had not yet froze over, but judging by the brisk air that nipped at the tip of both our noses, it soon would be.You aren't an Adult yet...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on Richie, you better hurry up if we don't want to wait in dreadfully long lines to just get a cup of overpriced joe " Nick said as he leaned against the locker next to mine, texting away on his smart phone.
"Are you going to keep that up all day? And, could you stop calling me my nickname? It's really emb
Fate in Death and PlagueA fable from my history teacher, passed onto him from another teacher with the same intent of teaching a valuable lesson.Fate in Death and Plague4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two farmers (let us call them Jim and Tim) work in a field. It was the year 1347. The Black Death had not quite reached the outlying villages of this particular area yet. Nor did Tim and Jim care; all they were worried about was harvesting crops before the first frost set in. That, is until Jim noticed Tim straightening up and stop working.
Following Tim's gaze, Jim sees Death on the slope of a hill. Wavy and transparent, it looked like some demented shadow with a face cast in deeper shadow.
And it was staring, unmistakably, at Tim.
Tim started to shiver, started to get pale, then screamed at the top of his lungs and collapsed on the ground. He didn't get up until Death had faded away.
Turning toward Jim, Tim said, "I'm getting out of here right now. I'm going to my sister's house in the city, she can hide me among the thousands that live there until
MomentsYou know those moments when you wake up or are lying in bed and just realise that actually the world is too much right now? Those moments. They cant seem to leave me alone. But the thing is, with every one of those moments I have to plan how I want to do it. And then I need to gather the materials. And really, by the time you've bought the pills or found some rope the moment has passed. And your left with nothing but the feeling that that moment will come back one day, maybe just in a few hours, and do you really want to know where the rope is or have so many pills to hand? Do you really want to make it that easy for yourself? So you hide them, or throw them away, or burn them and watch the flames and smoke. And you tell yourself that the waste of money doesn't really mean much in the end. After all, its far more important to know, when those moments come, whether they are moments that will pass in half an hour or whether you really do want to take your life.Moments2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You will find, as I have,
Not Too Far DownSometimes Danny would get real scared. He never did like to admit it, but sometimes when he sat on his front porch he'd start tappin' his foot and hummin' and fidgetin' and the like. His wife said it was somethin' with his brain. His rockin' chair helped. So did his cigars.Not Too Far Down2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I remember when the men in suits came and had a hole dug in his field, lookin' for oil. "You just might be a rich man," they told him. One of 'em clapped him on the back and he broke down into tears. He sobbed for hours. I couldn't even tell if he was happy or sad. When his wife heard the news, she put her hand to her chest like she was about to recite the Pledge of Allegiance and plum near fainted. I ain't seen her do anything like'at since her first-born son died in the war.
I stood beside the hole one night. Danny stood beside me. We stared into it long and hard like we didn't quite know what to make of it. Then I asked him, I said, "Danny, how deep do you think that there hole is?"
He laughed. "I dunno, son. How
Sonamy: Part 1 - Chapter 36 "Okay, you can do this, hedgehog. Let's try it one more time," Sonic said, as he paced back and forth on the grass. He was back in the field where two of the most hurtful events had happened: where he was confronted by Cream, Tails and Knuckles and where Tails had overheard him say his feelings about Amy. The only reason he came here was because his instincts told him he was safe. He hoped history wouldn't repeat itself a third time.Sonamy: Part 1 - Chapter 365 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He paced, back and forth nervously. He was trying to find the appropriate way to word to Amy how they couldn't be together. However, something always happened whenever he tried anything. Now, he decided to try a different approach, sort of.
"Okay, let's do it," he said, as he sighed in worry. What he was trying to do was role-play in his mind like Amy was standing there, at the shore of Eme
Can you see me yet?Can you see me?Can you see me yet?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the person you choose to ignore.
The waitress you never bother to look at.
I'm the girl sitting on the bench staring at her hands,
The girl who always looks at the ground.
I'm that person you just walked into,
The person behind the glass,
The person who missed the last train home.
I'm that person sitting at the back of the bus,
The person who never really has anywhere to go.
I'm that person you don't talk to.
Just the girl staring out the window.
The girl that's simply sitting there.
I'm the girl with the long hair.
A face in a crowd.
A name on a list.
Do you see me?
Because if you could see me
You would see my slumped shoulders.
And you would see my lowered eyes.
But you wouldn't see my acceptance.
You wouldn't see me don't back down.
You would see the way I smile
And work hard despite the frowns.
You would see the way I write on my hands,
And look to them for inspiration.
You would see the way I walk with a purpose,
Despite knowing the train has alread