If you are offended by ANYTHING yaoi/slash, DO NOT READ! Violence and rape is in the content below, along with cursing, so you have been warned!
The night was bitterly cold, and Alex pulled up his collar to protect his neck. It was cold, and he was sick of walking around.
He had been walking down these cold alleys all night, and hadnt seen any peon constructions, and his usual cheery mood was slowing being chewed away as the night went on.
He sighed, his breath billowing out in a small cloud in front of him as he closed his eyes for a moment. He reached up, pushing his blonde hair back as he spoke into the head piece that hung from his right ear.
Guys, Im exhausted. I havent found anything, and I think this as just some kind of set-up
He said, unable to stop a yawn as he spoke.
A growl of a voice came through, and Alex knew it was Gabriel,
~Bee, stop complaining.~
Im not complaining! Its late, and its freezing out
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine.
You held the small boy in your arms in your arms, the poor child. He had lost his parents and elder brother in a terrible car accident a few months back and he was the only survivor. You ran your hand through the boys sandy blonde locks that so messy it couldnt be tamed in an act to comfort him. He was so young, 5 years of age. Your heart ached for the child as his blue green eyes spilled out endless tears.
You hugged the child closer to you, trying your very best to comfort him. This child was an orphan now, and needed someone to take care of him. Thats where you came to play; you were a foster mother, it was your job. And you were assigned to take care of this child for two years, unless adopted by another family, until he gets transferred to another foster care mother.
You had learned that this boy had spent his nights crying himself to sleep
like a fist;
crimson cheeked &
I keep your heart in my p(s)alms.
From somewhere else at about midnight
Nights are so quiet over and over again
Sometimes more, sometimes less homely too quietly
Every now and then the star-spattered sky appears, but it appears never complete
A wonderful view of these stars and the black infinity. I can't avoid it. I don't want to
To fall asleep lying under the star-spattered sky is drop-dead gorgeous
Without any persecution, without any fear and anger 'cause anger blinds
This is where I live
The silence and the peace, a kinda celestial peace
Thoughts circle in the most different directions, as is sometimes the case
Not uncommonly worried thoughts as always
I know that many people in the world live in horror and persecution, execution
The reasons are many-sided as well as one-sided
Hypocritical backward ideologies for so much misery in the world are responsible
Environmental disasters unannounced and announced appear one after another
Neglect and the daily grief of children, most to die from neglect
"Henry!" called Mrs. McCormick, waking her son from what should have been a pleasant afternoon of sleeping in (it was a Sunday after all), "Henry, wake up! It's
Chapter 10: Hisana
Byakuya couldnt believe his eyes. In front of him stood the love of his life, the women he thought he had lost to death, his wife, Hisana. He slowly walked to the woman who stood in the crack of moonlight.
B-Byakuya? stuttered the Rukia look-alike.
Never in the purple-blue eyed womans life did she think she would ever see her husband again. He was walking closer to her, with each step she grew more nervous. Was he angry at her for faking her death and hiding the fact that he was a father of a girl who should still have the body of a five year old.
Soon he stood towering over her. Both stood looking into each others eyes for several moments before he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
Hi-Hisana . was all he could say as he held for the first time in over Fifty years!!!
Hisana was shocked beyond all belief; her husband was neither angry nor furious at her actions. Instead he was
Hide under there, but dont turn off the lights
They cant see you, so theres nothing to fear
Just make sure you stay hidden out of sight
Dont get out of bed or open the door
Its much safer to stay inside for now
Keep your feet in the sheets, dont touch the floor
Otherwise, they will get to you somehow
Lock the windows and doors; then hide the key
Dont let them in no matter what they say
Ignore the shadows and the things you see
Tomorrow morning it will be okay
Just remember that nothings what it seems
Until the sun rise, I love you, sweet dreams
it's 1:00 am
we've been together two weeks
We're watching a movie -- your favorite film.
I'm sitting on your sofa with a blanket over my frozen knee caps.
You're sitting beside me, but we're not touching; I've pulled away to my tucked-in space in the corner of the couch.
I haven't slept in three days.
[Not without waking violently and alone.]
Beside you I feel safe and as the closing credits begin to roll, I've finally fallen asleep.
Vaguely in my distant consciousness, I hear you tiptoe to turn off the film and clean up our dishes from the treat you made just for me.
I feel the couch sink a bit as you sit back down and lay your head back to rest your eyes.
My left arm starts to shake.
My eyebrows furrow in discomfort.
I pull my knees closer as my hands begin to seize.
Assuming the room's draft has given me a chill, you calmly reach over to pull my blanket up higher to cover my shoulders.
I wince and shake harder.
I startled you.
You whisper gently,