KillMePleaseGod

"Aeer!" Erin exclaimed, drawing all eyes and attention to me. He was still here? Why was he still here? Had he been that worried about me when Lord Allmon had taken me away, that he had stayed with these damnable hunters even after over four hours? Although the entire group moved swiftly over to me, Erin and Relic were the only ones who actually broke into a run. The latter reached me first, but it was the former who dared to throw his arms around me in a hug. I kind of wished he hadn't, because I was still hurting like fuck. I almost collapsed to the floor when he flung himself at me and his arms around me, but I just barely managed to stay

Nearly eleven years passed. I neither saw nor heard from a single member of the Toga clan; but I never forgot my mission and I knew that they never forgot me. I was a young man now, almost sixteen. I had been introducing myself as Kozue Uso for years now, but still the only one who actually accepted me as family was Kazue. I called him my father, but only in his presence. When I was in the presence of others—more specifically, my adoptive brothers—without Kazue, I referred to him by name. I called Romo, Natsu, and Arata as my brothers all the time, though, hoping that sometime they might not react to it badly. "Brother, do you thin

I let out a somewhat high-pitched squeal of delight and joy, jumping up from my seat. Despite the fact that my legs were partially numb from being curled under me for hours on end, I raced across the room and dove over the back of one of the many dorm lounge couches. I landed perfectly next to a girl with curly, black hair. As I let out another girlish squeal, she joined me. “Isn’t it great?! Isn’t it totally perfect like I told you?!” she exclaimed in an excited tone. “It is! It is! It was! I loved it! It was perfect! So romantic!” I exclaimed in an equally excited tone of voice. We were both ignoring the fact

"Who is the shorty?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at the shortest player on the court. "Just because you're the Basketball Club's captain's sister doesn't mean you can get away with insulting club members, Tasha," he grunted in reply, narrowing his eyes just slightly as he slid her a look. "And just because you're in "captain mode" right now doesn't mean you can refer to yourself in the third person and refer to me as though I am not actually related to you, Ashta," Tasha replied lightly, her eyebrow straightening out as she slid him a look in return. "You should just consider yourself lucky that the captain is willing to allow you to do

After dropping my quarter into the jukebox, I moved my hand to select my song of choice, only to have it slapped away by my companion when I was about to make my selection. "What the heck, man?" I asked, shooting him a dirty look. "You can't play that one," he stated simply, offering neither an apology nor an explanation. "Why not? Is it broken?" I demanded. Before I could add that he could’ve just said it was broken, rather than slap my hand, he replied. "No, but the bartender's heart is. Has been for over a year. If you play it, you get thrown out," he replied, jerking his thumb in the direction of the bar. I slid my gaze over to

Death is a lady, Beautiful but cold. A gorgeous woman, Walking down the street, Entrancing to look at, Gliding on her feet, She gives you a smile, It takes your breath away, You realize you're having a heart attack, And this is your final day. Curt when she needs to be, Other times lingering and slow. A mysterious woman, You see her every day, She never looks back at you, She lives across the way, But today she meets your gaze, Still you can't help but stare, You get in the car to head to work now, Your brakes fail on the way there. But if you have her favor, She may let you grow old. A beautiful nurse, She lights up the room, You recogn