“Shall I help you?” A female voice came from the doorway. Within a second all heads spin around to her. Very tall, long brunette curly hair, a little bit zaftig. It was nearly too much, but just nearly. But it fitted her perfectly. She looked very…natural
Hyukjae stumbled across the dark streets, the street lamps too dark or damaged.
But that's nothing the blonde couldn't handle, he knows the streets well enough, to not break out in panic.
The dark allies however were an other story.
It was hot...
It was loud...
It was bright...
But it was definitely not the concert hall!
Where were he?!
What's with all the noises?!
And the tugging?!
He hates it!
But why can't he open his eyes properly?!
Something was totally wrong!
Wait...
Once, a little girl,
walked through her life,
like an angel
her steps so easy
her mind so clear
and her heart so pure
without any pain
She had everything
her mother, her father
she felt save
never had doubts
or sorrows
well, what a lucky girl
she got everything
"How is he doing?" a female voice cut through the silence of the dark room, concerned eyes looked up to Arcanus' face, chains rattling, clothes rustling.
"He is doing a very good job.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion to the young man... How the tortoise rose its sword and began to slash it down, at the same time the skill finally releasing from his hands. Gray's whole body trembled as he saw the big sword going right through
The young boy had appeared about a month ago, when Catwoman and him had snuck into the exhibition at the Gotham Museum. Nightwing had patrolled with Batman and Robin, and was the one to see him first.
For a second, the boy had looked like a deer in the headlights.
"Relax. That mission's going to pale in comparison to our usual ones. A bit of guarding on our part and a bit of talking on Shikamaru's. No killing, no rushing, no infiltrating."
If he knew how wrong he was.
"I make my Oath here!", he chanted. "I am that person who is to become the virtue of Heaven. I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades."
The summoners magic circuits started working. Lending the man strength to accomplish what he had w
Why did I end up falling for you?
Kanbei Kuroda stood alone on top of a hill, overseeing a battle, yet his eyes didn't really see what was going on before him.
Why did I end up falling for you?
The screams never reached his ears and the only sign
A/N: This is my Summer-Break-(not so)Secret-Santa for . Prompt: Las Vegas
Frankie's Little Vegas
Jane was lying on his couch in the bullpen. So far there was nothing unusual about it.
Fire
Burning.
Consuming.
Raving.
Searing hot.
Blistering heat.
Tearing all down.
Like an inferno.
Glowing so bright.
Hurting insight.
Mistreated.
Misunderstood.
Hated.
To lost in all this hate.
To blinded to see.
See what´s in front of you.
All was silence. And still, the thought was in his mind. Raphael looked up, watched the sun set above the ocean. So much had changed. They had moved, crossed the sea, to reach a entire new world. Maybe he had been foolish. After all, he didn't regret his decision.
It wasn't like Barry didn't love Iris.
Oh, he loved her. He'd loved her since the day he met her. She was such a bright, beautiful woman, so smart and full of love.
And he loved being with her.
Himchan POV
The time without Yongguk by my side passed fast. Too fast on the one hand as it was painful for me thinking about him and that he really didn‘t give a damn..on the other hand I was glad that I could be sure about him not hurting me anymore.
Into The Past
Cheer up Sakura…
It'll be alright Sakura…
Sakura!!
The pink haired kounochi closed her eyes… shutting off the voices ringing in her head. It wasn't alright. Sasuke hadn't returned nor been brought back by force.
Disclaimers:
I don't own uta no prince sama or Syo or Otoya would be together with haruka already. I don't own any characters from Uta no Prince Sama. I only own my story.
Masochistic Decadence of the Soul
Hurting myself
Over and over again
Your merciless voice
Cutting my Heart into pieces every day
I'm screaming
Can you hear my voice?
I reach for you every day
Every word tears me more apart (from you)
I hate you
I love you
Forgive m
This is when things went too far. In a short time they were known as thieves. Police searching for them, their faces shown on posters that hung everywhere in the city. Johnny knew we couldn’t stay in this town anymore, but Fred refused to leave his home.
