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pretending is something
you can only do for so long.
i am tired of pretending.
i wish the world knew
how sick i am of it already.
the days are long, quiet,
boiling sunshine scars
flesh like cigarette burns.
wind whistles like a
mockingbird that's finally
gotten his own song but
is too shy to sing it,
trees rustle and leaves
muffle in the cacophony
of the world's perpetually
profuse state of sad.
pencil tips snap, crack like
the bones of lost brethren,
scorned even through the
haven we used to call home.
the words etched fluidly
in my veins, ink spewed
blue before oxidation
has repercussions only
when there's affirmation.
i wish you knew how badly
this pretending makes me
feel, strangled by the
dull touch of lead in
the lungs of the breathless,
tears of the hopeless
stain mattresses of
an effervescent childhood.
we cannot hope any longer.
we can only pray that
the pretending will stop
and that you'll look
at the spattered pieces
of notebook sheets
ever so slightly littering
the ground you scuff
your sneakers upon, the
trees' foliage is long
gone, but the colors have
left even longer, i'm tired
of acting like our sepia-
toned sun never set, and
that this is just a game,
will it be funny when
i'm distorted back to
a normal perception?
as i hear the last chime
before another night wasted,
i wallow in what-ifs and
hope that i'll escape it.
this madness is just
temporary but the angry
will be forever unless
someone puts a stop to it.
i see no bells strewn
generously across my
emblazoned chest of feelings.
my heart is so far up my
sleeve you can no longer
hear it ringing. why
don't you give it a call?
why don't you try to give
enough damns and love
to save me? but it's not
worth it, the saving's
been done, it's the proving
that lacks its defense.
pretending is something
you've always been good at,
but you're not good anymore.
I just needed to write.
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i don't know why it's been
so long since i've written a
poem but i have subject matter
to write about as of now.
i was sad. you were there.
you told me i was beautiful.
"we need you, i need you."

it's going to be okay.

"just breathe for me. i'm here.
you'll always be safe with me.
i'll always be here for you."
those words stings because those
were the exact same things she
always said and where is she now.

it's going to be okay.

you tried to assuage my tears,
placate me, pacify me, pretend
you love me more than anyone else
just in this moment, why do you
insist on being so nice to me.
"because i care more about you
than anyone else. i want you
to be in my life for a very long time."
what the hell is that supposed to mean.

it's going to be okay.

"love you." but then you called me
the wrong name, whoops, intended
for your girlfriend, not for me,
stupidly i thought you may have been
falling but apparently we've both
fallen too far to stop already.
don't hold my hand if you love her more.
"you let me in when no one else would."
what about her. oh, yeah, her too.

it's going to be okay.

"you are so special to me."
"just try to believe."
"you are so beautiful."

"it's going to be okay, i promise."
it needs to be.

it's been forever. so, yeah...
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minutes turned into
hours turned into
days turned into
weeks turned into
months without you.
i didn't think that
i could do it. really.
i thought it would
be over, disappeared.
i thought i would be
decimated, and i
started out that way.
but now i must heal
the wounds that i
faced every time i
saw yours, you're so
beautiful on the
outside but on the
inside, you're a
monster, never rest.
you look at me like
what we had never
existed, and quite
frankly, i'm okay
with just that. i'd
rather you view me
with indifference
instead of hatred.
all this time has
gone by so quickly,
do you remember all
those good times that
we made together?
nostalgia eludes me,
because i don't.
i remember only the
bad things, the
fights, the shouting
matches, the days
you would force your
hand onto mine to
avoid my self-injury,
those days you nearly
cried, but never did.
i remember only when
we weren't, but
at the same time,
this is where we were.
this is who we were.
this is what we were.
our relationship
shouldn't have fragmented
so fast. it should
have lasted forever. but
minutes turned into
hours turned into
days turned into
weeks turned into
months turned into
memories simplified
to moments. seconds.
all we'll ever have
is the moments, the
moments when no one
else was there. and
no matter how many
years go by,
i'll always have
those seconds.
well. :|
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The tears don't stop, but we keep on living

The scars are back, but keep on healing

Nothing will be the same

Are you crazy?
From this we are strong, if not stronger

This was special, never been around before

True, but that makes it all the more precious to hold on to
Don't let this ruin your heart

I don't know what to do know

Neither do I. Until I thought back on it

And a few things came to mind

I am not afraid to keep on living

The future is bulletproof

So long and goodnight

We carry on
This is sonmething i wrote for the band when I first heard of the MCR breakup.
"the band may be gone officially, but they will forever stay with all the kids who cheered for revenge, all the people who were in the black parade, all of the killjoys and all of the conventional soldiers with their weapons."
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Your POV

It was the last period of long anticipated Fraiday as you sat in your Advanced World History class.  You were doodling when you should have been paying attention.

“Miss _____” your teacher barked, snapping you out of your doodle-filled wonderland.

“Since you are not making any attempt to listen to my lesson, you must already know the year in which Hong Kong gain sovereignty from Britain and was returned to China.  So would you please be ever so kind as to enlighten the rest of the class.”

The teacher, along with the rest of your class stared at you waiting for an answer.

“Uh…1997?” you stammered.

“Well, you must be paying more attention than you and I both think.”  Your teacher then continued lecturing.

Honestly, the only reason you knew that was because of your Chinese friend Yao.  He really missed his homeland so you listened to him whenever he ranted about the culture and history of China.  Actually, you found a lot of it rather interesting.


After another lecture the bell rang to go home.  You were so ready to get home and have the weekend to yourself and your friends.  No doubt Alfred would have another insanely scary movie to watch with you and Kiku.

However, before you were free your teacher addressed the class.

“Remember, finals are next week.  I hope you all took my advice and studied the packet I so graciously put together.”


--Time Skip brought to you by Dr. Pepper—

This was great.  You were at your house now.  School had ended about an hour ago, and you were still hunched over your desk cramming as much as you could. Luckily (but not really) it was Friday so you had the entire weekend to stuff as much info into your head as you could.  However this meant your entire weekend would be spent doing this.

It’s not like you were a bad student, your grads were all pretty good.  You just totally forgot about Finals due to a busy schedule. 

Okay, not really. You did have a job, but you spent most of your time with Yao.

God that boy was attractive.  He was always so nice to you and smiled around you.  He was totally adorable to look at and even more adorable when obsessing over things he thought were cute.   And he made you blush so hard when one of those were you.

As if fate itself was messing with you, your phone rang and the caller ID read “Yao”.

You answered your phone right away, desperate to get away from the dead weight of dates to memorize.

“Hi Yao.  What’s up?” 

“Ni hao _______, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today.  We could go see that movie you’ve been taking about nonstop for the past two weeks.” 

“Ah man, I wish I could.  But I’m totally swamped with studying for Finals”

You already had to cancel your movie session with Al and Kiku, and your plans to rock out with Arthur.  Now you had to turn down your long time crush asking you to the movies.  If it wasn’t for Finals, it would have been the perfect weekend.  Stupid education system.

Since Yao was a grade ahead of you, he already took his tests.  So he didn’t have anything to worry about right now (along with the all those previously mentioned).

“Oh, okay.  Maybe we could see it another time,” he sounded sad, disappointed even.

You grunted childishly into the phone “Ugh, why does school have to keep me from you and Iron Man!!!”

(Yes, obvious Iron Man 3 reference. Get over it)

Well, I guess I’ll s-, WAIT ______.”

You almost fell out of your chair out of utter shock.

“Jeez Yao, what is it!”

“I’ll be over there in a couple minutes. Don’t go anywhere!”

“But wait! What are you-,” Before you could finish the line went dead.

You sighed to yourself.  Well at least you got to hang out with Yao today after all.

“What am I saying!  That stupid idiot is going to distract me with his stupid adorableness! GYAH!!!

And with that last outburst of euphoric rage, you gave yourself a good head desk.


Yao’s POV

I smiled a huge grin anticipating my devilish plan.

Well, not that devilish, but one to sure make _____ throw a little fit.  She was so cute when she got all huffy.

I gathered all the necessary supplies for my idea to work: popcorn, soda, _____’s fav candy, CDs by _____’s fav band,  and a bunch of other stuff I knew she liked.

I threw it all into a backpack, hopped into my car, and drove over to ______'s house. 

On the drive over there I couldn’t help but keep smiling to myself.  Not only was my plan brilliant, but it was even better that the one I had before.

I wanted to take ____ out to see, what was it again, Iron Maid 6 or something?  Stupid confusing American movies.

ANYWAY, I wanted to take her out to see a movie to make sure she was in a good mood when I told her about my huge crush on her. 

Albeit, not the most complex plan, but it seemed to be a good one considering _____'s love of movies.  However her determination to study for Finals pretty much shattered those plans.

Determination was one of the thing I really loved about _____ (even if it screwed up my big confession thing).  Plus she was so full of energy all the time.  Always looking for the next adventure, no matter what the size or shape, she dove right into thing.  This usually involved dragging me blissfully anxious about what she would say or so with me.

Before I knew it he had arrived at her house.  To my delight she hadn’t seen me pull up, giving me the sweet and vicious element of surprise.

I took the backpack full of goodies out of the backseat, walked up to the door and unlocked it. _____ was always forgetting or losing her key so she gave me a spare in case of emergencies.  Too bad she was about to be scared senseless due to hwe urge to be prepared.   HA, irony.

I slowly opened the front door and crept inside. 

_____ had your music on full blast so she most likely didn’t hear a thing.  This couldn’t be more perfect.

I approached her from behind her desk chair with extra caution.  Then I jabbed her sides where she is most ticklish and yelled,

“HEY ______!”

She let out an adorable shriek and toppled out of your chair, landing on her butt.

“What the crap Yao!! You gave me a freaking heart attack!!”

However the I didn’t hear her.  I was too busy laughing my arse off.

As _____ got up frustrated she asked,

“What the heck are you doing here anyway?  You were so vague on the phone.”

“Well, you seemed to hopelessly bored, and I know how you hate boredom.”

“Was the hopelessly part really necessary?”

“Yes it was, and you know it’s true.  Anyway, I thought I’d come over and quell your miserable dissent into the dark chasm of studying for finals.”

“Wow, you’re really going for the emphasis on the desperation of my current situation aren’t you?”

“Hey, dramatics is what I go for.”

“Are you sure you’re not just doing this get close to me?” She crossed her arms and smirked at me.

Man this chick was good.  I blushed slightly but turned away pretty quick.  I pulled things out of the backpack I had brought to seem casual.  So much for that working.

As I was rummaging through the bag, _______ leaned down behind me and placed her chin on my shoulder, inspecting the contents of the bag.  I froze for a second, but before I could get up she screamed in my ear.


This time I fell over and it was ______’s turn to laugh.

But then she looked in the bag some more and went back to screaming.


_____ shoved the CD cases and movies in my face.

“Jeez you’re a loud girl.”

“Sorry, sugar, superheroes and anti-American political-rage punk bands comprised of three men in their 40s make me happy.  Did you bring all this stuff for me?”

“Course I did.  I figured since you hated studying and had to cancel your plans the least I could do was make it all enjoyable.”

______ smiled from ear to ear, ­so cute, started to giggle, so cute!, and hugged my torso for a long time.

For a while I didn’t react.  I couldn’t react.  Just the fact of her being so close to me left me breathless.  Finally regaining I senses, I hugged her back, savoring the embrace.

“You’re awesome Yao.  You’re a great friend”

Okay, that hurt a little. 

A friend?  Is that really all she thought about me?  Maybe this was a bad idea doomed from the start.  Why would she like me like that.


She pulled away from the hug and looked up at me concerned.  Believe it or not, _____was one of the few people I had a good couple inches on.

“You okay?”

“I-I’m fine.  Why don’t we get started on this study date thing.”


Luckily she didn’t seem fazed by it, but she still looked concerned about me.  Curse her uncanny ability to read my mood.


Your POV

The rest of the evening was the best study session you ever had.

You had pulled a bunch of blankets and pillow onto the floor of your room and spread all of the goodies around  both you and Yao.

 The two of you listened to your favorite bands while stuffing your faces with candy and popcorn.  Together you to made fun of your friends simply because you could.

You talked about how Arthur was always trying to beat his brother Alfred in gym class but never could.  You told the story through staggered breaths between laughs about how Francis got kicked where the sun don’t shine after flirting with a college girl while Antonio and Gilbert laughed so hard they started to cry. 

And you also just talked to each other.

It was nice to just talk to him considering how busy you both had been recently.

As enjoyable as it all was you couldn’t help shake the feeling that Yao wanted to tell you something, but was holding back.

After you finally got through all of your review papers, you and he started to clean up the mess you made.  Your patients had worn thin by then and you couldn’t take the suspense any more.

You stopped Yao and spun him around to face you.

“Yao, what’s the matter.  You’re acting weird.”

“I don’t know what you mean _____, I’m great”  He feigned a smile that you didn’t buy for a second.

“Yeah right.  Don’t try to fool me Wang, I know you to well.  Now tell me.”

He paused for a moment, trying to concoct a believable response.

“I just don’t feel very well, okay?”

You gave him an incredulous look.  He really went with that one?

Now you were starting to get worried.  What could be so bad that he had to keep it from you?

This time you took his hand into yours which had him flinch slightly and blush.

Not backing down, you looked him in the eyes and asked.

“Yao, come on. Please, tell me what’s wrong.  I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

He  pushed your hand away abruptly and turned around, his back to you as he spoke.

“A friend huh? Is that it.  That’s all you’re gonna say?”

You stared at him puzzled for a moment.

“What do y-”

“Ugh, you stupid girl!  You can’t even see what you do to me all the freaking time.  I thought things were gonna change and then you say ‘friends’.  You are so clueless!”

He screamed this with his back truned the entire time.  But you didn’t have to see his face to hear the bitterness in his voice.

Stupid girl?  Change?  Friends?  W-was he saying he didn’t want to be friends anymore?  But I thought…

 With these thoughts racing through your head you couldn’t stop the tears that started to brim at your eyes.

“Y’yao, I’m s-sorry about w-wahtever I d-did wrong.  I didn’t m-mean to make y-you upset.  I-if y-you don’t w-wanna be friends a-anymore I-I und-ders-stand.”  You managed to get the last sentence out before you completely lost your composure.

As you stared to wail Yao finally turned around, but you couldn’t look at him. 

If he hated you know you didn’t want him to see you at your weakest, so you ran past him out of your room.  You burst through your back door and fell to your knees on the steps, leaving a speechless Yao behind you.


Yao’s POV

I just stood there, not yet processing what had just happened.  And then the enormity of my idiotic outburst become clear.


Oh god oh god oh god what have I done? 

I was so angry I not only ruined my chanced to tell her how I really felt, but totally crushed what I did have with her.

I was really only mad because I only thought I had zero chance that she would think of me as more than a friend.

 Now she hates me and we aren’t even friends anymore!  She thought I was mad at her.  She thought it was her fault.  She thought I was totally innocent when it was my entire fault.

“Oh god _____, you don’t deserve any of this.  And I definitely don’t deserve you after what I just did.”

But I can’t just leave it like this.  I’ve gotta set the record straight.  Even if _____ ends up hating me, I still had to tell her.  Besides, the only thing I was afraid of losing was already lost.


Your Pov

You felt like you hade been crying for hours.  That’s how bad it hurt, inside and out. 

You had since stopped wailing and fell into a steady stream of nonstop tears without sound.

You thought for a while that Yao had left after you ran.  However, when you heard his voice say your name from behind you froze.

“______?  C-can I sit?”

You didn’t move because you had no idea what to do.  You were hoping he would just go away.

Unfortunalty he didn’t.  As he took a seat next to you, you scramble as far away from Yao as possible.  For some reason you were afraid of being near him.  Like simply being in his presence would hurt you even more.

As you cowered on the edge of the steps pf your back porch Yao looked at you with pain in his eyes. 

He looked genuinely sad and desperate.  What was he trying to do?

“Listen ____, I need to tell you something.   I-”

“You don’t  have to say anything Yao, I already know”

“You do?”  he perked up a little which made the anger you hadn’t let out finally show.

“I know it all.  You hate me, and I’m not worth your time.  I get it.  But do you have to come out here when you’ve already broken me?”

Your anger escalated as you continued spilling your feelings.

“I told you I was sorry!  I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry!  Just leave me alone!”

You got up to get away from him (again).  You felt the tears start to come again, but you were not about to let him see you cry again.

Before you had a chance to get away, Yao grabbed your arm and pulled you down into a tight hug.

You struggled to get away at first, but your will had finally crumbled.  You were to exhausted emotionally to fight back.  You simply slouched into his arms trying to hold back tears.

Yao started to speak in a hushed tone.

“Don’t be sorry.  You didn’t do anything wrong.   You could never do something to make me angry.  I was mad for no good reason and I’m the one who is sorry.”

“I-I like you a lot, _____.  I’ve liked you for a long time, and I was afraid you wouldn’t like me back.  That’s why I got mad.  I know it’s no excuse for yelling at you, but I just had to let you know.”

You couldn’t believe this.  Yao just confessed to liking you.  Your long time crush had just told you he liked you.

And all you could do was stand there.

Despite everything you started to cry again. 

Yao pulled you close, a concerned expression growing on his face.  He rested his head on top of yours and wipered just load enough for you to hear

“I’m sorry,” 

“I was so afraid of losing you.  I didn’t know you felt like that.  I like you too Yao.  I really like you.”

“Really?”  Yao's face started to brighten.

You nodded you head and smiled.

Yao arched his neck down and pulled you into a long, passionate kiss.

For a moment nothing mattered.  Not the heart ache you were feeling minutes ago, or the fear of losing someone close to you.  Not even finals mattered.

At least not until you got to school on Monday with your new boyfriend.




Dear reader,

I hope you enjoyed my first 'x Reader'.  I hope to write more in the future.  Any advice for improvement on my part is much appreciated.

yours truly



Stupid title is stupid, oh well.
DUDES, I DID MY FIRST 'X READER' STORY. I seriously love China. He is so cute! And I realize that he is one of those characters that don't get all the love they deserve. SO here is a china story for all the china lovers out there.
If you don't like it then go away! jk
So this is my first thing like this so please be gentle with feedback.

Bandgeek is out
Peace :peace:
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This movie took up most of my childhood so I drew a screenshot from it a while back and am finally getting around to uploading it.
All done with a lead pencil

the movie "Lilo and Stitch" and it's characters belong to Disney
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It comes and goes
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
Because, as someone told me, recovery isn't a straight line. But I know that hurt doesn't last forever, it can't.
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We built a beautiful pyre,
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.

I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.

The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
Doing a bit better each day. =)
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The wind reminds me of
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
Lonelyyyyy...I am so lonelyyyyyy...

In all seriousness, though, jeez.
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I've got paper bookmarks in my diet
I read intently
Nibble the corner
Rip off a bite
Chew, chew, chew
It's amazing how long it lasts
Almost longer than
Bubble gum.

It takes a good book
To get me started
But once I start;
I really can't stop
Nibble by meager nibble...
It's gone.

I only choose the very best.
Lined paper just will not do
And it takes usually a corner,
Or the oddly-shaped edges formed
From ripping a page from the rings,
Holding the untold stories of the notebook in place.

I love that musty old smell
When you flip the book pages
Past your nose
They briefly tickle me, delight me
The tiny fibers of material barely visible,
It releases an aroma into my nose
That no highly technologically advanced anything can compare to.

I flip the well-worn pages with a practiced ease,
Close my eyes
Inhale deeply
Exhale slowly

Because nothing makes me happier
Than a good old book smell
And paper bookmarks in my diet.
True? Every word! :dummy:

I really do think, though, that people spend far too much time downloading books when they were created with the purpose of each page being turned, creating a suspenseful thrill that a Kindle or an iPad or any other tablet simply cannot compare to.

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Mr. Rush,

Every time I think back to public school, most of my memories are from band.  I started the program in 4th grade just looking for something to do, and it took me three long years to realize how much music meant to me.

While some kids went through the same old motions in middle school band, I embraced it and finally found my niche - something I could really do.  Music became more than a substitute for homeroom; it was a passion, a feeling, and you helped me learn that there is nothing on this earth comparable to playing in a band.

Band became a sanctuary where I could let the music shape my mood and let me forget my problems, even for a little while.  I know every inch of that band room, and learned so much more there than simply how to play a clarinet.  Right now, there's nothing I want more than to sit with that band, have you raise up your magic wand, and play Cedar Crest!  That one will haunt me my whole life!

In short, band changed my life.  Thank you for every adjudication, every song you pushed me to learn, and all those moments I irritated you.  Thank you for instilling in me a passion for something so much greater than what everybody sees at the concert.  Thank you for making me proud to be a bandgeek, and thank you for being my friend. :)

Just another clarinetist,
This is a real letter, one I wrote last night for my old band teacher from just a few years back, who my brother had and will leave this year for the last time :happycry:

It's sad, but that man knows I'll stalk him for the rest of his life, so we're all good :XD:

In all truth, this letter could've been pages long... it should've been, for there is so much I have to say to Mr. Rush, and some of those things can be expressed in no other way than in music. Music has shaped my life and changed my outlook on everything, and no matter how much people say that rap is music and that people screeching and synchronizing their voices is music, there is nothing in this world that can really be compared to crescendos and thunderclaps down in that musty old band room :heart: because that is where music comes from~
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It is a fragile line,
A note.
Held suspended by the air
As if a snowdrop,
Curling gently in its descent,
Ever wavering,
Never capturing the attention
It rightly deserves

Spinning, broken,
Like a careful little finely-tuned melody
To the trained ear

His fingers have been tormented
But he cannot simply stop.
The point of no return
Is a much more dangerous place
Than they let on

He plays because he must,
And in that string,
In that note,
There is his meaning of life.
Glisten like a snowdrop,
Glide like an albatross over the sea

Perhaps today it will make a difference.
They drop pennies in the hat at his feet.
:heart: Had to write a poem about a picture (for an imagery lesson) in English, so I chose my own picture and wrote this! :la:

The poem had to be 12-20 lines long and I made it 25 :facepalm: I keep doing this to my teacher and she deserves to give me less points for it... :XD:

Please let me know what you think! :aww:


P.S. quick little fun fact... if it seems weird that I added the albatross, I'll explain :XD: the albatross has a wingspan of over 11 feet, if my memory doesn't fail me, and this bird spends the majority of its life in the air, flying over the sea.  They can glide for literally hours without flapping their wings! :wow:
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It has never been easy
hearing them
talk a language I'll
never understand.
I drown in black words,
they steal my weak pride,
take my poor beauty.

It has never been easy
being me.
To see your gazes,
to feel your disgust
burning through my flesh,
consuming my heart,
nagging at my very soul.

It has never been easy
seeing you.
To hear them curse you,
to sense your despair.
To know the darkness
that flows through your veins.
Feel the pure hatred
forcing you down on your knees.

No, it's never been easy,
but maybe, true hearts are forged
by what's difficult.
A very old poem I found today. Please tell me what you think about it :)
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Pitiful, my broken angel
Pitiful, I'm sad to say
Pity is what you’re given
Pity is not enough to make you stay

Cross, death’s herald, if I could but paint you in morning mist
Schist-like mind, wandering in circles, never more adrift
Swift as a swift, stepping lightly, your dress pale as arum,
Alarum! Greedily you loved, loved at any cost
Lost your love yet loved your loss
Reading 'The Woman in White' by Wilkie Collins…
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William the Silent never spoke in public.
But then he was a prince and needn’t bother
To talk to commoners like my brother
Who fought to found a republic.
But William the Silent told me a story
And not one about honour and glory.
‘I’ve clung to splendid isolation’, he told,
‘Without anyone’s company, o cold, so cold.
And my greatest fear is that when I grow old
I’ll be alone, all alone, among all this gold.’
I know his fear, how at his own heart he aimed
When ‘I am my own master’ he proudly proclaimed.
For I also have shunned the sun,
From every stranger I have run,
Lest they harm me as I’ve been harmed,
With fear and sorrow I’ve been armed.
And know this, sisters dear,
When anything in this world you fear,
Meet it at once, or be defeated forever,
And let a memory frighten you, never.
When you awake, trembling, crying, from your fright,
Don’t fear yourself, and you’ll make the night bright.
William the Silent (1533-1584), Prince of Orange, 'Founder' of the Netherlands.

Splendid Isolation - the foreign politics of Great Britain during the 19th century.
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Memories are just a variety of useless sources,

Sadness is just an old and boring book.

Love is a cheap magazine

With a photo of a beauty queen,

But its articles every day a bit destroy me…


I want to burn it all;

 I want my library to fall!

I do not want to see the past,

I want to change my fate fast!

Her image must be smashed,

All knowledge about her must turn to ash,

And my heart will never again clash!


Alas, no matter how hard I try,

Even if everything is gone,

She is still there…

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My heart beats, but my mind is stronger,

I am now free; I am not her captive any longer.

With battle scars from days of despair,

When life to me was unfair,

I travel the realms that I once created,

Some still stand, some already faded.


Suddenly I find myself near a ticking clock,

By time doors to my destiny are locked.

Behind them I hear laughs and cries,

The path to the future is full lies.

Maybe my muse for me looking,

And once again my pen will write,

So I could again see the light!

Or an appointment with misery I am booking.


I am trapped in darkness, though I feel content,

Nothing in this life can me now bend!

I will go straight without any fear,

Though I know no one is near.

I would like to apologias to my watchers for not writing for so long, but I cannot find inspiration anymore. After realising some things, I decided to take a short break for poetry and concentrate on prose.
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Do not open the doors you locked
Never release the thoughts you blocked
Or love will claim your heart one last time.
Do not risk it, do not commit this crime!

You have the matches, lit a fire,
And be overwhelmed with useless desire,
You have a passport, cross the border,
But your life won’t be worth a quarter.

You are standing on the brink,
Your eyes are closed, you cannot blink,
If they ever see the light,
You will fall in a pit of endless night.

Alas, you unleashed an endless curse
You turned your life from bad to worse
Now suffer! It is your own decision.
Forever follow your false ambition.
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Lucy was the princess of Magnolia, the once beautiful place in all of Fiore it was more lively then, until her father died when she was 10 she's now 17. Actually he was murdered, and Lucy was the only one who knew who did it. Hades the new king and her new "Father." Since then Magnolia fell into darkness and became known as the dark city. It was literally dark. So dark you couldn't see the sun or the blue sky. Instead it was an eternal night. Like a giant barrier that formed only around the area of Magnolia. Since her father died, that was the last day anyone saw the sky. No one can enter the city or leave it. They were helpless. Sitting ducks waiting for the dark king to get to them and kill them. She was alone since he became king. Her mother died before her father from a illness. She wanted to leave escape but there was no where to go to, and she had her duties as the future queen of Magnolia. She had to take down Hades. She had to prove he was evil. No everyone knew he was evil, no one would care if he was murdered right?

Lucy tried avoiding her " Father at all costs. He was the worst man she knew. No he was the worst man in the universe. He'd grab some random people in town and made them his servants. If he was mad or displeased he'd torture them until they died. It made her scared and angry, knowing that innocent people were getting hurt and she couldn't stop him. She was only the princess and had no power. Not yet. Lucy slowly opened the door to her room. A shout could be heard down the corner. Slowly and quietly she walked towards the shouts. Peering through the slightly opened door of the room she saw Hades leaning over a pink haired boy who was sitting in front of him. Hades was slightly grinning, and not the happy type of grin, the wicked type of grin one that said ' Your so dead' grin. But the boy was also grinning but his was the happy kind like ' Your so weird' grin. She opened the door a little wider so she could see, but not wide for them to notice her. As she looked in closer she noticed that the pink haired boy was actually tied up to a chair behind him. The rope was so tight his hands were bleeding. Did he not feel pain?
" So, boy this is the fifth time disobeying me." Hades said.
" Yup, and it won't be the last, I won't stop even if its the hundredth time." The boy replied. 'Jeez what did this kid do?" Lucy thought.
" It seems you like being beaten."
"The more you hit me the more I'll get use to it."
Ignoring the boy he went on, " This time you ruined a valuable and expensive room. somehow it was burned and you," He pointed an accusing finger at the pink haired boy," were there. Therefor only you are responsible."
"Actually it's your fault. Maybe if you weren't the all mighty king things would go smoothly and I wouldn't be doing this."
The king lost it, Lucy closed her eyes as a loud CRACK echoed across the room. Hades was standing over him holding a whip. The pink haired boy slightly winced from the sting that came from his right side of his face. Somehow to Lucy he was different from the other servants. He didn't moan in pain, cry, or freak out and he definitely didn't say sorry over and over again. He was just sitting there smiling.
" What are you smiling at boy?" Hades growled.
" That barley hurt. Your so weak."
A vein popped on Hades forehead, " You insolent brat!" He yelled bringing the whip down whacking the side of the boys face once again. It bled a little. The boy was still grinning. 'Does he have a death wish or something?' Lucy thought. Seeing the boy smile made Hades angrier, he continued to hit the boy over and over until the small cut turned into a somewhat deep gash. The boy finally winced.
" Ow, okay that hurt."
" Guards." Hades said. The guards that were in the room moved toward the boy spears pointed at him. Lucy didn't want to see someone die. She charged in.
" Master please don't hurt him!" Lucy cried.
" What are you doing here? I told you never to bother me when I'm working." Hades growled angrily.
" You'll kill him! I won't allow it!" Lucy screamed.
" He is a servant what use does he have for you?"
" He can be my servant."
Hades laughed. " I'll never let a dirty little brat be your servant, he's far to violent, he may look innocent but he's like a ruthless killer."
'Your one to talk.' Lucy thought. She wanted to say that, but saying that was a like asking to be put to death, he'd kill her even if she's a princess. He'd kill anyone who opposed him. With that he slammed the boys head into the wall, the force of the blow made the wall behind him break, a stream of blood trickled down the side of his head, knocking him out. Lucy gasped. Hades walked toward the door the guards following him.
" I'll be back." He said before leaving. The room was finally quiet. She hurried over to the boy who was still unconscious panicking she tried to see if he was alright, but the door to the room slammed opened. Five guards walked in past Lucy and grabbed the boy by the arms dragging him through the room.
" What are you doing?" Lucy yelled.
" We have orders to throw him in the cell until further notice." One guard answered and disappeared through the door. Lucy sat down on the floor. She thought for a moment before running after the guards. The prison dungeon underneath the castle was dark. No ones been down here for ages, being thrown in it is said to be the worst time of your life, you'd go crazy from the darkness, and start to believe you see ghosts. She waited for the guards to leave before she went up to the cell which the boy was thrown in. She squinted in the dark trying to see.
" Hey, are you okay?" She whispered. She could see the boy move.
" Yeah." He gasped.
" You don't sound okay."
He paused. "I guess. Anyway why did you come in? Who are you?"
" I think its more polite if you introduce yourself first, but I'm Lucy Heartfilia princess of Magnolia daughter of Jude Heartfilia former king. I came her because I saw you in that room, your a servant here right? How long have you been here?"
" Not long a week maybe. Wait your the princess?"
" Mm-hmm." Lucy nodded," My new father is the one that caused all this, the darkness, the countless deaths, you know?"
" Yeah I've heard from the other servants, there so scared they could wet there pants."
Lucy laughed, " You didn't say who you were yet."
" Oh. I'm Natsu Dragneel, Fire dragon slayer and half dragon." Natsu said smirking, but then grimaced at the pain from the side of his face and head.
" Your a wizard? And your half dragon? I didn't know dragons actually existed." Lucy said. Natsu looked at her like she was crazy.
" Well they do , my mom and dad were full dragons, but since the darkness in the town came along I couldn't find them." Natsu said frowning. Suddenly he slumped forward falling face first on the ground.
" Natsu?" He didn't answer. " I'll be back." She whispered running off. She came back with bandages, and ointment. She got the keys from one guard after persuading him that she wouldn't let him free. She went in and tried to but failed to lift him on the bed. Instead she turned him over so she can fix him up.
The next day she went to visit Natsu in the dungeons. He was awake sitting in front of the bars of the cell. When he saw her he smiled lightly. She smiled back.
" We never finished our conversation last night." Lucy said.
" Yeah."
" So, Hades brought you here right, and you burned a room? And that wasn't even the first time? Are you crazy."
" Maybe, And that last time, you didn't need to come, I was fine."
" Right and that was exactly why you passed out with one blow and they went unconscious."
" That wasn't from the blow you know. You know how many meals you get a day as a servant here? One. I'm so hungry I could eat a field full of cows. Besides I'm a wizard and half dragon remember?"
" I still can't believe dragons exist."
" You don't know?"
" Know what?"
" That-"
A creaking sound of the door from the distance of the dark dungeon sounded as two guards walked in and bowed to Lucy.
" M'Lady we are to escort you and the servant to the king's chambers."
Lucy looked at Natsu who shrugged.
" Why?"
" I don't know M'Lady but its important."
" Alright. Come on Natsu."
They followed the guards out the dungeon up three stories of stairs to the top where the king stayed. The top room was more clean than the lower two. The big difference was that instead of the original blue and white color it was a dark purple and black color. It was clean and all but it looked more like a haunted mansion. The guards who escorted them stood by the door and opened it, lowering in a bow as Lucy and Natsu walked in. Hades had completly got rid of all her fathers belongings except the crown of course. He never let it out of his sight. It was like he was afraid someone would steal his identity as king. He kept his most trusted guards in the room to watch over it while he was gone so that no one would come snooping around to find anything they shouldn't.
" Ah Lucy there you are." Hades said with a fake smile.
" Yes. You wanted to speak to us?"
" Yes, That servant, " He pointed at Natsu in disgust, " If he is ever seen with you talking instead of whatever it is he's suppose to do he will be killed."
" Yes Master." Lucy said obediently.
" Now get him out of my sight." He waved them away.
Lucy and Natsu left the room.
" Sire are you really going to kill him?" One guard asked.
" What does it matter to you? Now I need you to keep watch on him. Report anything he does. I will make a decision on what to do with him."
" Yes sire."
" Now what should you do?" Hades asked the other guard.

End of chapter
My 3rd fanfiction Dragon Blood. If you want to read more faster, I have 9 chapters on [link]
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Your poisoned words are your weapon of choice,
Paralyzing me with just the sound of your voice.
Whispering your lies and getting under my skin,
But I can see right through you 'cause you're so paper thin!

Are you really so heartless?
Behind your lies is there any truth?
Can you tell I don't want this!?
I will never bow down to you!

You say across my skin is where my short comings compile,
And that my scars remind you I'm a failure in denial!
No matter what you've always had the upper hand,
Holding me under for reasons none understand!


Are you really so heartless?
Behind your lies is there any truth?
Can you tell I don't want this!?
And that I'll never
"You're just a failure in denial" - Words directed toward me from a specific member of my family.

That hurt... that hurt me deep...
I -refuse- to believe that. I am not a failure. I- I'm not in denial... I?

*EDIT 12/28/12*
I simply cannot find the words to reply to each of your comments. It really warms my heart, though, to know that the dA community has my back. Thank you all who faved and commented your highly encouraging words <3
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I am self-destructive.
You are the affected.

I’m a thought that’s still in motion.
You’re an idea perfected.

I’m a sacrifice without you.
But with your life, I’m injected.

I’m a thousand puzzle pieces.
You’re the way to connect it.
This is how I view the poets relationship to the artist. 

Together, we survive.
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You take my hand and you whisper to me,
"Darling, I love you and I promise I'll never leave..."
I look to you and without missing a single beat,
I say, "You were my missing piece, now I'm finally complete."

An involuntary smile spreads out across your lips,
And I can't help but smile as I lean in to taste your kiss...
Then the frame stops and it's stuck on this same scene;
My nights have been so haunted with the recurrence of this dream.

I always hope that I'll wake up and this dream will become true,
But I'm so tired of only dreaming...
Darling, I miss you...

And since you've been gone I've been wasting away,
Just trying to find meaning in every day,
I know that I won't, but I try anyway,
I just hope you'll come back and I hope that you'll stay...

Since you've been gone I've been all on my own,
Trying so hard not to pick up the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But since you've been gone that's all that I've known...
[End Chorus]
(Since you've been gone...)

When you left, you took it all
You took my life, my heart and soul
Now I'm alone, so cold on my own
I keep the hurt inside and it stays unknown
Since you've been gone, my hearts struggled to beat
I can't seem to get back on my feet
You're gone, I'm hurt, all I know is defeat
And I can't fight this world alone
I need you here, please come back home!

Since you've been gone I've been wasting away,
Just trying to find meaning in every day,
I know that I won't, but I try anyway,
I just hope you'll come back and I hope that you'll stay...

Since you've been gone I've been all on my own,
Trying so hard not to pick up the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But since you've been gone that's all that I've known...
[End Chorus]
Forever Less Than Three...
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Episode One: A Strange Request

Against any attempt she made to hold it back, Lucy felt a wide smile grace her lips. What brought it on, she wasn't sure. Given her present situation, it could have been several different factors. Maybe the rays of sunlight warming her skin? Or the faint sound of laughter in the distance? Or even the simple, peaceful feeling days like this always caused? After so long, she simply gave up trying to guess.

As long as she was smiling, why did the reason even matter?

"Miss Lucy, aren't you afraid you'll fall up there?"

In response to the softly asked question, Lucy opened her eyes and looked down at Wendy's always cheerful gaze. The small girl, try as she might, was unable to return her gaze. Then again, seeing as she was currently using the guilds roof as an impromptu tanning salon, it wasn't surprising that she couldn't be seen from the ground. Lucy's smile widened to match her friends. "I'll be fine," she answered. "Don't worry, I'll be down in a few minutes."

Wendy's expression saddened, but only for a second. "Okay," the girl said with a smile, "but you really should think about summoning Aries, just in case. You could break something from a fall like that." On her way back around the building, the small girl waved playfully to the person she couldn't see.

Along with Wendy, Lucy knew several other members of the guild were present in the buildings backyard, no doubt using the sunny day as an excuse to get outside. Among the group, she could hear Levy and Wendy laughing hysterically, Gajeel yelling for a reason that was probably related, and Gray (along with a no doubt heart-eyed Juvia) trying to talk over it all. She could also hear Elfman, apparently in an argument with Lisanna over who could pick berries more like a man. It was strange really, even after losing everything they'd worked so hard to build; The pool, the cafe', the gift shop, her friends still managed to have just as much fun, if not more, simply by being together.

'And you wondered why you were smiling,' she thought to herself. 'You idiot.'

When a sudden thought entered her mind, Lucy forced herself to her feet, sighing deeply as she looked to the woman lying beside her. Erza, like herself, was dressed in a simple bikini top and bottom, stretched out on the roof as the sunlight warmed her skin. Even after all this time, Lucy found herself taken aback by the woman's beauty. Flowing scarlet hair, a body most women would kill for, and a constant aura that basically screamed power. It was enough to get even her heart pumping, and for that she couldn't help but be a little envious. Still, she put such thoughts behind her, hiding them under her smile as she leaned down next to the red-haired woman.

"I haven't seen Natsu or Happy in a while. Did they go home already?"

Keeping her eyes closed, Erza calmly shook her head. "They've been glued to the request board all day, I'd check there."

A quick thanks, and Lucy was off towards the ladder. Just as Erza had said, she found both Natsu and Happy by the request board. Neither noticed her approach, that is, until she announced herself with a soft clear of her throat. "Honestly, you two are relentless. Come up and relax with Erza and me. Everyone knows there hasn't been a decent job on that board in weeks."

"I'm tired of sitting around," Natsu said stubbornly, never once taking his eyes off the board.

"Aye," Happy agreed, "besides, Lucy, shouldn't you be starting to worry about your rent pretty soon?"

Opening her mouth for a quick-witted reply, Lucy instead fell into an instant gloom when her mind drew a blank. Sheepishly pushing her fingers together, she inched beside Natsu to look over the board herself. "I...I've been trying not to think about it. I figured a good job would turn up eventually."

With a deep sigh, Natsu fell into the bench a few steps behind him. "Yeah, well it's not looking good. Everything available is just simple jobs around town, you'd have to do a dozen to even come close to a decent reward."

"Looks like its life on the street for you, Lucy." Happy said as he landed on the girl's head. "Don't worry, you can stay with us until you find another place."

Lucy's heartbeat increased dramatically. "Me!? In that rundown shack you two call a house!" All but slamming her face into the request board, she began to hastily skim through each and every piece of parchment in front of her. "Over my dead body! I'll do every job here if I have to! The jewels will add up eventually!"

Her frantic search went on for several minutes, after which, Natsu smashed his fist into the request board, missing Lucy's face by only a few inches. "Man, this is so frustrating!" The man bellowed, his voice more reminiscent of a child than someone his own age. "Cleaning houses! Fixing bridges! How am I supposed to get any stronger doing these kind of jobs!?" When silence was the only response to his outrage, the angered man turned on his heel and started down the guildhall. "That's it! I'm challenging Erza again!"

"No!" Happy screamed in protest, pulling on the man's scarf with all his might. "Throwing your life away won't help you get any stronger! Remember what happened the last time you two fought!?"

Lucy barely heard any of the commotion, focused entirely on the now cracked board ahead of her. "I won't live there. I can't. Virgo would collapse from exhaustion before the place was even remotely livable! There has to be a decent job available!"

"You know, there is one more job I can let you look at." Mirajane's soft toned voice turned all three heads. Lucy pulled her eyes off the request board, Natsu stopped suddenly in his tracks, and Happy, who still had a solid grip on the man's scarf, flew directly into his back with a solid thud. A second later, all three of them were seated directly across from the smiling girl, who'd been silently wiping off the counter for the past few minutes.

"A new job?" Lucy asked hesitantly, "you mean there's one that's not on the request board?"

Mirajane's smile widened as she nodded her head. "Yep, one came in just this morning. Not even the Master has seen it yet."

"Alright, lets see it!" Natsu said with two eagerly clenched fists.

With another wide smile, Mirajane leaned under the counter. A single piece of parchment was placed in front of her, which Natsu, Happy, and Lucy all proceeded to look over while she went back to work. The parchment read: 'Request for capable wizard to solve an incident in the town of Soveria. Payment of 5,000,000 Jewels will be paid up front, expenses included. Additional 2,000,000 when the job is complete.'

"Soveria, that's not far from here," Lucy said, thinking aloud. "But the wording is so strange. I don't quite understand what the job is for, it doesn't even say who in town sent the request."

"Who cares!?" Natsu yelled excitedly, nearly knocking the girl from her seat with the volume of his voice. "Look at that reward! This job has to be dangerous if someone's willing to pay that much!" Without even a second spent in thought, the passionate man slammed the request back down on the counter. "We'll take it!"

"No can do," Mirajane answered with a smile.

After a short silence, all three wizards fell from their seats in unison. From her spot on the floor, Lucy did her best to shove Natsu's body off her own. "What do you mean? Why let us look at the request if we can't take it?"

"I can't let you accept this job," came Mirajane's response, "not yet, anyway. A request like this has to be reviewed by the Master before anyone can claim it. Even then, one this mysterious will probably be bumped up to S-class."

Back on his feet, Natsu slumped over in a fit of depression. "Aw, come on. This is the only interesting job in weeks, you have to let us take it."

Mirajane shook her head sternly. "Sorry, Natsu. It's just not my decision to make."

Lucy finally pulled herself off the floor, placing a still dazed Happy on the counter as she sat back down. As calmly as she could, she racked her mind for a way to get the job request away from Mirajane. The girl was far smarter than her looks suggested, she wasn't just going to hand over the request willingly. However, if she'd learned anything in her time at Fairy Tail, it was that everyone in the guild had a weakness.

"Oh! Mirajane, I almost forgot to tell you!" The high pitch of Lucy's voice instantly gained Mirajane's attention. In one fluid motion, Lucy wrapped a hand around Natsu's waist, pulling the man in close as she aimed her smile across the corner. "Natsu finally asked me out! We're going on our first date tomorrow!"

The lie tugged at her stomach, especially when it brought such a wide smile to Mirajane's lips. "Really!? Oh, I knew it was only a matter of time!" The girl said, happily clapping her hands together. "Oh my!" Disappearing under the counter, Mirajane reappeared with a number of thick magazines held against her chest. "You said tomorrow? That only gives us today to pick out your dress. I think I have more magazines upstairs. Wait right here! Oh, this is so exciting!"

Lucy didn't waste any time. The second Mirajane was out of sight, she grabbed the job request and, dragging a confused Natsu behind her, made a mad dash for the main entrance.


Magnolia Train Station

Lucy clutched to the job request like her soul was attached to it. The piece of parchment was held hard against her chest, out of sight from anyone who passed as she sat, rather impatiently, on a bench along the stations back wall. The sun had just started to set in the distance, and a slight evening breeze made her hair stand on end. Yet, no matter how cold she was, all her body could focus on was Mirajane. The smile her lie had brought to the girl's face, that image wouldn't be leaving her mind anytime soon. She'd have to think of a way to make up for tricking her, maybe bring her back a souvenir from Soveria?.

"Hey, Lucy, you alright?" Natsu's voice brought her thoughts back into the present. The man had been sitting silently beside her until this point, a simple travel bag slung over his shoulder. They'd known each other for so long, she couldn't even think about hiding her true emotions.

"Do you think Mirajane will be mad?" She asked, pulling her legs up to her chest. "I've never lied to anyone in the guild like that before, I hope she can still trust me."

A short silence followed before Natsu answered her, a loud fit of laughter his chosen response. The act turned more than a few heads walking the station, but the man didn't seem to notice. "Ha! You're kidding, right!? That's—" The man looked down as he spoke, his facial expression instantly softening when he noticed the depressed look on her face. When he spoke again, his voice was noticeably more serious, and his gaze was kept straight ahead. "Mirajane isn't the type to hold a grudge, you know that. Don't let it bother you, we'll make it up to her somehow."

"I can't believe Lucy's plan actually worked," Happy said from his spot between the two.

Despite the hollow feeling still plaguing her chest, Lucy couldn't help but chuckle. "Your faith in me is so reassuring, Happy. Even if you can't believe it, I happened to know without a doubt that Mirajane would believe me."

"Really, why's that?" Natsu asked earnestly.

Looking upwards, Lucy used the light of the sunset to block the blush on her face. The whistle of their train was sounding in the distance, so she kept her explanation short. "A while ago, when you wanted to use Virgo to dig up those pictures, Mirajane had me convinced you were in love with me."

Happy burst into laughter at her comment, once again drawing attention to their bench, but Natsu simply nodded his understanding as he stood up. "Oh, so that's why you were acting so weird."

Their train pulled into the station with a long screech, forcing both Lucy and Happy (who had barely pulled himself together) to their feet alongside Natsu. Allowing the man to lead the way into the trains first car, Lucy's solid frown was finally replaced with a thin smile. "That was so long ago now, I thought for sure you wouldn't remember it."

"No way," Natsu said, a tad defensively. A short walk into the train, and the man sat down in the first row of empty seats he could find, waiting until his friends had done the same before he spoke again. "I knew something was wrong when you showed up at the tree in that black dress. It just seemed kinda...random, ya know."

Their was no hiding her blush now, so Lucy simply switched her gaze out the window. " remembered what I was wearing. You know, Natsu, sometimes you—" A sickening sound cut her sentence short, she didn't need to look to know Natsu was now out of commission beside her.

"What were you going to say?" Happy asked as the train started to move.

Lucy looked back and forth between the curiosity-filled cat and Natsu's nearly unconscious form. "It's not important," she said simply after a short silence. Happy shrugged the conversation away, too busy airing off his sick friend to pry any further.

A short sigh, and Lucy looked back out the window. An endless sea of trees was just visible through the darkness, shining only because of the star filled sky that formed from above. It was a beautiful sight, yet her mind still refused to focus on it entirely. Mirajane had finally left her thoughts, she had Natsu to thank for that, but something still felt...wrong. When the feeling refused to leave her, she found herself studying their job request relentlessly. Upon a closer inspection, the lack of information was enough to send a cold chill down her spine. Only the towns name, Soveria, was given. That left the requests source, exact location, and even the job itself up to question.

"Happy," she said to gain the cats attention, "when we get to Soveria, keep your eyes pealed, okay."

Half asleep himself, Happy pulled himself off of Natsu's head as he spoke. "Peal my eyes, that sounds painful."

"It means to look out for anything suspicious," Lucy said, a tad annoyed at the cats simple minded way of thinking. "I've never seen a job request leave out this much information before. With how much whoever made the request is willing to pay, you'd think they'd want the wizards to know what they're in for." Light snoring was the only response she received. Both Happy and Natsu had fallen asleep beside her, the latter using her shoulder to rest his head. Knowing Soveria was still a good hour or two away, Lucy pulled a small blanket from Natsu's bag, covering all three of them before she too closed her eyes, just for a minute.
Story by Colbert-238. Fairy Tail fanfic: Lucy and Natsu accept a mysterious job, unaware that doing so will put their very lives in danger, and test the limits of their friendship. The title for this story was inspired by the song Hero by Skillet…

Fairy Tail and its characters belong to Hiro Mashima.

Pairings: NaLu (Natsu and Lucy).

Spoiler Alert: this story is set after the seven year gap, and therefor may contain several spoilers for anyone not passed that arc.

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Episode 2: The Mayor's Aids
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