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grey clouds of death
my final breath
has come to rest
summer,spring, winter and fall
seasons of sin has destroyed us all
flowers resume, yet humans are consumed
we are suppose to be here, stricken with fear
but life has struck among us
all that is left is lust
the lust to live, survive and become a memory.
PotentialMore Like This
It becomes fear when you know that your never coming back
it becomes fear when you have to use everything you lack
it becomes fear when you have no encouragement
it becomes fear when you see everything you resent.<i>
Secret Santa Suprise for Chibi-kisameTitle: Hot Chocolate Kisses and Marshmallow WishesMore Like This
Fandom: Um Naruto I guess.
Genre: romance, humor, drama, general.
Warnings: None really it's pure fluffy love!
Summary: When a snow storm blows up and traps in Itachi and Roraku what can they do to kill the time?
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the characters. Roraku belongs to the awesome, epic, adorable :iconChibi-Kisame: and Itachi belongs to Masashi Kishimoto!!!
Emerald eyes were dull as they took in the sight from a frosty window. The world was a white, swirling oblivion. Nothing past the heaps of snow that were just under the window were visible to their search. Letting out a groan, the girl made her way away from the depressive sight and back to the couch. Her lover glanced up at her from where he sat curled up in a corner of it with his book.
"Getting worse?" He asked, flicking his onyx gaze to the panes.
The Time GuardiansMore Like This
...as I rounded the bend I stopped suddenly in shock. There, slap bang in the middle of the road, were two doors, virtually identical in style and size except that one was black and one green. They glowed brightly with a strange iridescent light that spilt out across the tarmac like blood gushing from a wound. It both disturbed and fascinated me.
Stunned, I dared to take a step closer and no sooner had I done so, two women dressed in black peered out from behind each door, as if my movement had triggered them into action. I gasped, half in surprise, half in horror, when I realised that they both looked exactly like me.
"Who are you?" I heard myself whispering hoarsely.
The me from the black door smiled, although it seemed mocking somehow. "We are the Time Guardians," she revealed in all seriousness and it was unsettling to realise that even her voice sounded like mine. And I represent your past.
The me from the green door merely nodded, seeming more guarded. "And I represen