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The blond sat near the edge of the window sill, eyes glued nowhere in particular but the rutty streets. Sapphire eyes held nothing, though if you dug deeper you could see the longing in them, the yearning. Oh, how those eyes longed for the sight of their fallen angel. Always abused in life..
Abuse as always like his shattered dreams..
He had long ago given up his dream. To be Hokage just as his father, Minato Namikaze, It was a fools dream. He could never have achieved that wish with all the simpering Hatred that lingered in the streets. He sighed in exasperation, a hopeless dream.
Its funny how it all started, by the tale of a coward Uchiha. Thinking back to the day when the Uchiha avenger left on his quest for power. He pondered what had let him on to believe they were alike. He had always been alone in the world, yet.. Sasuke turned into an orphan. They were never alike..
They were too different .
He or rather himself,
I walk into the large complex, nervously looking around my new environment. Seemingly biting my lip, I scowl as I realize a bit too late as a drop of blood seeped down my chin, falling on my black jacket. I swipe any evidence of any blood off quickly, walking into the complex to see nothing. No student in sight, I relaxed my tense body as I moved quietly to the principals office.
The hallway was simple, defiled by nothing but the lockers which spread around the room all a filthy dark orange color. The walls no better, just plain white: so nothing special about them. My dark eyes were locked on nothing, just space. It was too spacious here and this silence. Its destroying me .
Loneliness -To those that don't know, Sekiryou means this 'Loneliness'-
I hate this feeling of dread. It erupts inside me when Im somewhere like this, I suppose its a phobia of mine. Ill never admit it
Banpaia Antai, chapter 2Banpaia Antai
Chapter 2: Sweet Escape
By: Chibisrule943 or Yc ^^
I could do nothing. Laying here on the ground, I felt so helpless. It was almost heartbreaking to me. I suppose though, thats not possible. Humans have thought since the dawn of our existence, that we carry no heart. A Monster has no heart .I believe theyre right.
Im an unfeeling Monster. I feel tainted as my mind relentlessly shows me images of the blond angel from last evening. He seemed so innocent, It made my mind flutter in joy..I wanted to see him once more. I clenched my fist, the flesh of my palm whitening as I squeezed it hard against the unwavering chain trapping me tighter in this cell.
I was an Unfeeling monster
He had changed me. The blonds soft pureness, it wrapped around me. It covered me like a veil protecting me from the tainting snake. It however could not destroy the thoughts I had of the blond. The blond, writhing underneath me as I pleasured him and
Wait Another DayIt seems pointless re-calling one-day,
One. Single. Day.
This day is unlike any other...
September 11, The day our country..
Was torn in Two
We look back on this day of reckoning...
Hopeing somehow..for anything..
All these things somehow lost, including a future,
Some who died had goals of their own, others were just..
Withering away anyway...
This day awakened us..
In time we will learn from this and laugh..
Our one mistake was to lie Naive..
This is simply life, There shall be no next time..
Lost lives shall be retributed..
Just wait another day.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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