The box was finally opened, and he looked around to make sure there was no one he knew close by. He sighed in relief, noticing only four other people in this part of the park a young couple probably newlyweds, an old woman feeding the flock of pigeons in front of her bench, and a young man probably around twenty-three sitting on the edge of a circular stone flower garden, where a small tree grew behind a full and green bush.
Roxas eyes studied the man for a minute, watching how he slumped over a paper, pieces of bright red hair dangling over his eyes. He tore his eyes away when the guy looked up, smirking at hi
The young man shook his head, his heart pounding in his throat as the huge face lowered down. Hands insanely bigger than he was tall pressing into the wet morning ground. His knees were shaking, eyes wide and fearful.
"I don't want to hurt you. I just wanted to get a better look," the voice continued and soon, huge blue eyes were peering down at him. Scott could see himself in the reflection of those great blue hues and he swallowed thickly. Surprise lingered in the gaze for a moment, before softening. "You're so tiny.."
He felt like he was going to pass out. Closing his eyes, he tried to reconsider how he was going to get out of this whole mess. He could try running. But that might not get him very far. If he all but collapsed, that would mean instant physical contact with the giant in front of h
Characters: Cole, Karmashock, Violex (G1/IDW/AU)
Warning: Contains profanity and adult themes.
Looking at the chart, Cole had to take a double check. He swallowed hard. He recognised the name right away. He hadn’t met the femme, but if it were who he thought it was… Well, this certainly wasn’t the way he wanted to meet her.
She’d come in with ligature marks around her throat, and what was now a broken wrist. How the accident had happened, he wasn’t sure. He’d just been given the chart and another patient for the night. He wasn’t expecting it to be any different from the rest of the mechs and femmes that came in here. He didn’t personally get close to them for these reasons exactly. Awkwardness. And if there was a loss, the loss would be tenfold if he took the time to know every one of his patients that hadn’t made it out of Kaon General Hospital.
Gently putting the c
Ryou groaned and opened his large brown eyes, only to have them grow even larger at the sight of his near duplicate. "Oh my! I say, who are you?" He sat up to get a better look at his twin, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and noting both the similarities and the differences between them. "You look a lot like me... only a bit more masculine."
"A bit?" Bakura scoffed. "I'm not the one who's mainly remembered as the 'shemale.' And I DID saw we had a lot to discuss."
Ryou pouted at the slight insult. He was aware of his little nickname and didn't need anyone to rub it in his face. "Again, I must ask, who the bloody hell are you anyway?" He looked around and noted the familiar setting. "Oh bugger, I'm in the hospital again. What happened THIS time?" he add
How can I?
Have you forgotten that we live in a world of first impressions and sideways glances?
But I yearn for the moment
When the bogeyman fades away.
Only then can I rejoice.
Only then will those three words
Sound like the sweetest music
"I was wrong".
You giggled as you dipped a finger lightly into your wavering reflection, causing it to ripple and fluctuate. Suddenly, you were painfully tackled from behind into the deep blue of the lake. You wildly thrashed about until your hands met the bottom of the lake, and you pushed up, gasping for air as you surfaced. Getting onto your feet and feeling the pains of gravity, you slowly waded to drier land. Collapsing onto the light brown earth, you look around and realize the lack of another. You squinted, trying to ward off the bright sunlight, and gasped when you noticed a tiny figure floating in the lake, face-down.
Struggling to your feet, you splashed towards the boy and grabbed his leg. Using the last of your energy, you flipped him over and dragged him to drier land.
Collapsing, yet again, onto the dirt you drifted into a peaceful morning nap.
You gasped and sat up abruptly, your forehead making contact with a... chin
To steal is not to take something away or break something.
It is a special case. An elegant vice.
It's an amalgam of secrets, felonies, mischief, and terror.
A small thing I should mention: For my first impressions, I also put up images from the series with "funny" little captions when I write them for leetNEET. While it doesn't affect the review, I thought I'd at least offer the option of a link to the review with images in the description box below in my first impressions. Now back to the review.
No plot summary this time, folks! The first Lupin III series in 27 years, Lupin the Third: Mine Fujiko to lu Onna ("Lupin the Third: The Woman Called Fujiko Mine") basically details the early years of Fujiko Mine, the femme fatale of the series, and the rest of the Lupin cast with various vignettes that is meant capture Monkey Punch's original manga's "sensuality". In this case,
Today is the day. Estelle didn't think this would happen. She spent most of the morning setting up her office at the Gressenheller University. Estelle finds herself more at home here than in her new apartment nearby. It's funny to her to be comfortable for the first time in a week since she moved from France. England is very different from her home, and she's still getting used to the change. Despite this, Estelle will start her first day as the university's historian. It will keep her busy and that's all she wants. A knock on the door reach her ears, and she stops her work. Estelle carefully gets down from her step ladder from one of the shelves.
She sets the books in her arms back on her desk, and opens the door. Estelle smiles at the elderly man who steps into her office. "Bon matin, Monsieur Delmona." "Good morning to you,