Doujin Naruto Futanari

FI-NAL-MEN-YOU. XD
I suck me alone, so they are so fickle! TT
capitatemi Despite all the ups and downs (not true, just an apology), after sun (and I stress only ) six weeks, I had to force myself to write something for the BDT to Tomi und Billa.
x_x No, as usual, did not come out as I volvo. BWHAAAA. ~ _ ~

(please, this is due to listening repeatedly 's nothing like before of devilish. It is useless, I am the voice of Bill stramorire! * W *)


Title: 's nothing like before
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Torque: tom / bill
Prompt: 010. years
Rating: G
Notes: nothing to report. XD

If Kaulitz house had entered the top ten of the most boisterous throughout Germany when the twins had developed a huge passion for music, was able to effortlessly earn the top spot when they were Devilish formed: there was only one minute of the afternoon when the garage of the house did not hear the sound of bass, guitar and drums that played a disproportionate volume until it was abruptly interrupted by the hostess who brought the complaints of the entire neighborhood. The only thing really missing the rehearsals for the band to be considered as such was the singer.

was after just three weeks after the birth of the band and Bill Kaulitz, the singer also known as Devilish, was experiencing one of the many periods of his life no. Locked in the bathroom, brush a mo 'with a microphone in his right hand and pinned the score with the words on the left, was taking all his concentration to be able to follow the rhythm of the song, two floors below, the rest of the group was trying.
For three weeks in that part, there had been only one test that had participated in practice, not because he did not go the idea of the band, far from it. Had himself been to propose, entranced, to his brother to form a group, and Tom had even accepted the idea with much less enthusiasm than they had him.
The main issue was that the only person who had ever heard him sing was, precisely, Tom, to say that he did not feel at all comfortable in front of an audience would be an understatement, as the would be terribly embarrassed to say that the idea of singing also accompanied by Gustav and Georg.
As if the massive dose of insecurity was not enough, there was also another insurmountable problem: the relentless hyperactivity of Bill. It was not his fault, nor did it on purpose, but he could not sit still in one position for more than a tenth of a second: that, during the duets with his brother, obtained in an impromptu dance around the room, accompanied by giggles Tom, who wasted no time to criticize and make fun of. And it bothered him somewhat: be criticized by their twin was a normal thing, but just the thought of being teased by other people was highly demotivating.
And so, they were three weeks that the neo-twelve's locked up in the bathroom almost every sacred afternoon, victim of his own mental masturbations. But

because the volume of the instruments was high, it was physically impossible to keep perfect time, two-story away: in fact, the mistakes were on the agenda, and each of them followed an uninterrupted stream of expletives. And they were only the first ten minutes of evidence.
"... However, now is ..." began to hum, after yet another round of insults, continued, meanwhile, to scurry to and fro with the rhythm of the drums "... Nothing's like before, nothing's like befo-ooo- "
" Stoni terribly. 'Leaning against the doorway, watching him Tom, undecided be able to blame if serious or laugh in his face burst into "Do not follow at all the time, which does not surprise me, since it is a miracle than you can even hear the music and, above all, you're still a bad dancer. "
'TOM! "Turn around and shooting stopped in the middle of his choreography, Bill stared at him, the hand with the brush still in the air and his left foot resting on the edge of the pool" You want me to be a heart attack ?! "
" To end up with a singer died? No, thanks: we already have a singer absentee, and I think this is enough. "Puffing, Tom had literally pierced at a glance saying "if I have three weeks to explain why you sit in the bath instead of being below us, spend the rest of your life in a way so unbearable that you pray for death every fucking day."
"Tomi. "Sitting on the edge of the tub, Bill had tried unsuccessfully to avoid the dirty looks and took a deep breath," I suck. "
" Eh? "Tom had closed the door es'era approached, sedendoglisi next" Who are you and what have you done with my little brother unbearable frantic and optimistic? "
" Tom, really. "He had escaped a smile, but soon came back restless gaze, intent staring at the floor while wringing his hands nervously. "I can not sing, I can not take the time and I can not move. I suck. "
'Bill. "He took a deep breath, looking for words to say" Do not you ever worried about these things: do not sing badly, managed to keep the time if only I were not half a world away while we play and ... ok, you may not be a classical dancer, but it is not true that you can not move. Perhaps, you move just a bit ... ' too. "
" Stone continuously, I can not remember and I never remember the words. I try to sit still, but I feel a fool, if I move, I look like a fool anyway. I do not want. I do not want to think that Georg and Gustav is a fool. That band was stupid idea, we should just stop, "
" Ok, enough. "Tom had stopped in a tone decidedly not reassuring" Bill, listen to me. You never cared about what others think, you always have your head: what's different now? Sing as if we were alone, if that's bothering you. "
" That's the problem: we are not alone ... "the words had come out in the form of grumbling.
"For heaven's sake. "Puffing again, this time to try to keep calm, had grasped his nose to force it to look into his eyes, "Listen to me. And look at . We should not shoot a video for VIVA, the idea of the band was born just for fun: give it a try, just once. If you do not like it, send to hell with everything and forget it. But first, for God's sake, turn up your ass dancer from the tub, get out of the bathroom and participate in the tests. "Getting up, he grabbed Bill's hand and pulled him up" And fregatene: If you say that can not dance, tell them that they suck to play. "He added with a smile.
"Tomi ..." dragged to the bathroom door, Bill had stopped a moment to fix her brother, who looked at him quizzically, "Thank you. "
" Duty, I suppose. 'As a response to thank you, he simply shrugged and had opened the bathroom door.
They had just made a couple of steps, that Bill had already stopped again.
"Tomi. "He repeated, unsure. Staring again perplexed brother, had cleared his throat. "I can ... I can sing for you? "
" Whatever. "Tom had replied, moving his eyes and down the stairs. "As long as you move. "


had passed years from the time when the Devilish invited in the garage, but, nevertheless, were certain habits die hard.
A Bill Kaulitz now eighteen, also known as the lead singer of Tokio Hotel, a band of international renown, was intent on going through the lyrics for the show would be held not later than one hour: Closed to the bathroom, in fact, was trial and error the whole lineup, while waved in front of the mirror.
The impeccable performance, however, was abruptly interrupted by the slamming of the door and the resulting cue the singer.
"Scheisse! "Cursing, he shot a glance towards the door, ready to play anyone of insults he had done wrong.
"Sh, the good singers do not swear. "Tom, laughing, observed in all its loveliness his brother, in one of his stupid poses.
"TOOOM! You made me sbagliareeee! 'Whining, Bill was dropped from the toilet seat, above which its was studying ballet.
"I regret, sir, but I have come to remind you that it is time for your public appearance ..." still chuckling, Tom had half bow 'so, get a move that otherwise do not start without you. "
" Tomi, nooo! I'm not ready, I have not tried hard enough! "Bill had clung to her brother's arm, looking for comfort," And if Stone? And if I go out of time? And if I forget the words? Not vogliooo! "
" Bill, please . "In reply, Tom had tried to scrollarselo off" For years, you kind of scenes for each show, you're not tired? "
" No. "he replied promptly, taking out the language 'I want you to support me. I want you to encourage me. Do your duty! "
" Biiill! "Unfortunately for Tom, his complaints were nothing compared to those of his brother. "You know I'll be fine. Everything has always gone well, and will be fine this time too ... blah, blah, blah. Shall we go? "
" Mh ... "staring in the mirror one last time, looking for possible adjustments to make, Bill nodded," Tomi. "He added, After a moment, looking away from the mirror "... I keep singing for you. "
" I know. "Tom smiled, then pulled him by the arm and pushed him out of the bathroom" Now move, before the fans there sbranino. I'm still of the opinion that a singer who died there to serve anything. "

Free Rom Pokemon Soul Silver With Anti-freeze

table nr. 2 (title shamelessly inspired thema nr. 1 * * it under ground)

Since, unfortunately, the world is beginning to find out how much I am a woman very steady and very little hypocritical, I claim another pair for the BDT. So now I find myself managing two tables, which most likely will not districherò me more, but my desire to finish is always present. Even probably if I finish in 90 years when I do not remember my name even more. xD

So, since I am a wicked woman, and being twins Kaulitz been officially elevated to "my obsession", I decided that ... that slasher. Yes, here. not my fault, the tomes / bill I have melted my brain. T_T

001.	Start.	002.	Intermezzo.	003.	Finish.	004.	interiority.	005.	appearance.
006.	hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Verde.	015.	Blue
016.	Porpora.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black	019.	White.	020.	Without colors.
021.	friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Sons.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Alba.	032.	Sunset.	033.	too.	034.	too little.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Hearing.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Vista.
041.	forms.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Diamond.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Stars.	047.	Hearts.	048.	Quadri.	049.	Flowers.	050.	Spades.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Supper.	059.	Food.	060.	drinks.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Estate.	064.	Fall.	065.	seasons.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightning.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Rotto.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Darkness.	075.	Shadow.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082. If	.	083.	E.	084.	him	085.	Lei
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	job.	090.	House.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Choice.	097.	Choice.	098.	Choice.	099.	Choice.	100.	Choice.

Most Effective Pre Workout Supplement

finalmenteee! > W>

Oh yes, I've taken it slowly. But it's not my fault ... was the inspiration did not come! XD
But now, here it is.
Council? Hear Say My Name Within Temptation, reading. I was inspired by the story, after all. u_u

Title: Say My Name
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Torque: Zexion / Demyx Prompt
: 032. sunset
Rating: G
Notes: uhm ... Post-KH2.

Destiny Islands were, by all accounts, one of the worlds most fascinating of the entire universe: a little 'for the sea, a bit' for the breathtaking scenery, a bit 'because it was, after all, homeworld of the legendary keeper of the keyblade, the one who had succeeded, at least according to history books to restore peace in the galaxy.
Mainly, the latter reason was the cause of envy influx of tourists which could boast of the inhabitants of the islands since he can travel between worlds, in fact, consistently maintained its first place ranking in summer destination chosen by population.
In fact, residents of the Destiny Islands does not even thousands, except for the hustle and bustle that takes visitors during those three or four months a year when the sun was warm enough to allow a comfortable stay on the beach, the Life was certainly not what one could define exciting.
short, it was the perfect world for your holiday fun, but when it came to having to live for 365 days a year was a different story.

was the end of September, and although in the opinion of the islanders, the temperature was still high enough to ensure another week, plenty of tourists, the influx of people had now stop for more than fifteen days, and had already prepared the last few vacationers packed up and were about to leave, not that it much disturb the citizens, since most of it had won an amount of more than munnies enough to get by until next summer and beyond.
to oppose the expulsion of foreigners was then the imminent reopening of the school: an event in itself insignificant, but had inexplicably the ability to bring sadness and melancholy of the component under the island of eighteen years.


One of the few things of which he was firmly convinced that the mind was human could sometimes verge on the sublime in a supreme idiocy, especially if it was the brain of some stupid stranger had under your nose One of the most beautiful in the world and all I could do was take bags and go back their world before being able to see it.
Although he had to admit with a touch of sorrow, was really grateful for not having to share with thousands of other people: she would never admit to anyone, but there was something very comforting in that view , who had in some way the power to restore calm him, no matter what had happened.
There was no living soul, besides him, who knew that piece of beach on the main island, behind the rocks, hidden enough to not be discovered, but not enough to stay away from the wind that moved almost autumnal leaves of palm trees that make them look so much dancing: and remained there, lying on the shore for hours, with the feet wet, until he could see the sunset.
And it was all he needed: in front of the sight of the sun disappear into the waves, painted the sky and sea with all those shades of red that seemed to erase the border drawn by the horizon, everything else is meaningless. There were more than just him, and sunset. Nothing else.

That day, however, was different. There was something out of place, and it was so obvious that you could feel even before passing the rocks. The color of the sky was different, the sound of the waves was different, the smell of the sea was different: there was nothing that had remained the same as he had left the day before. But what had changed since the day before?
The answer came immediately: the music. For over the rocks came a melody that showed no signs of stopping: slow and bitter, continued unabated.
A minute later, climbed the rocks, had been standing motionless in the sand, to observe the source of sound, under his astonished eyes, the fingers of a blond in a moving so ridiculously fast on the strings of a guitar. He had not noticed progress in his direction, as if hypnotized, until he stepped on a piece of wood with his foot: that barely audible crack had collected his thoughts, and had the same effect on the guitarist, who had abruptly ended the song and had turned toward him.
And his reaction was the most unlikely of places he never could have imagined: he had widened his eyes to capacity, threw the guitar aside and stood up abruptly, running up to him e. .. embracing ?
It was an awkward silence followed, then the fair-haired, squat against him in a gesture that seemed hopeless, almost his very life depended on that contact, looked at him straight in the face, eyes - what color they were, had asked . Green? Blue? Or maybe a mixture of both ... - Lost.
"Zexy ...? "He just said, before bursting into tears pouring down. He
, seconds later, he had pushed to the ground, with all the strength he had. He had turned and ran away, stumbling on the rocks: he had run, he had run and had continued to run until he found himself at last in his room. There he was thrown on the bed and, short of breath, he pressed his right hand on his chest, clutching his shirt and feeling literally go out of focus. It was not
fled because of the embrace by the stranger, and had fled because of his copious tears: he had escaped, because when he was released from his lips that name, he felt a pang in my heart strong enough to stun him, and had tried an indescribable feeling, that it would be simplistic to define suffering.


was two days after the sunset, or maybe four, or maybe a whole week. He did not know with precision the next few days were a series of confusing events, and for the first time in his life he could not rely on his self-control.
had not returned to the rocks, because he was too afraid of what, indeed, who could see, was no longer left the house, because the guilt for leaving the boy crying on the beach did not want to leave, even if he did not know the reason for so much sorrow.
He got barely out of bed, because every movement too felt a vise tighten around the heart, and it became difficult even to breathe when sleeping, because every time I managed to fall asleep after hours spent staring at the ceiling, no more dreaming that people, dress in black and crimson carpets by long corridors and columns of white marble, and woke up screaming, he could not even looking in the mirror, because every time his eyes rested on the glass clouded by steam, the reflection that stared back, yes, resembled, but he was not .
Nevertheless, life for the rest of the world continued to flow as if nothing had happened: like it or not, was the last day of summer vacation, and the next day the school would be resumed for all, even for him.


was well aware of having bags under the eyes seem so obvious as make-ups, he was dressed worse than usual and look like a living dead, from what he was pale. But no one had the decency to ask him what had happened: after a selfless exchange of greetings, the conversation had vanished into thin air, his accomplices complete indifference to their classmates and mood particularly lower than usual.
He sat in the front row who had found leisure and waited to hear the bell ringing, perhaps hoping that the lessons were interesting enough to lift them a bit 'morale. Then she entered the teacher and, with a chirpy tone of voice in an almost illegal, announced the inclusion of a new student at school: a guy from Port Royal, or something like that.
A moment later, the door was wide open by a familiar and alien-looking blond at the same time that he had not even waited for a nod from the teacher and had ventured in narrating the story of his life to the class: after having closed the mouth by force, he was given a desk empty. Tour which, ironically, was exactly the one next to hers.
"Myde. "He smiled, sitting down, and had raised his hand.
'... Ienzo. 'He answered him, uncertain, strings.
But he had portrayed a few seconds later, sure I heard his skin rub against the rough fabric of a pair of gloves, though the other guy did not wear anything like that. He had been staring at him almost speechless, but the musician had just shrugged, and the lesson had begun regularly.
The morning was spent with a maddening slowness, no special events worthy of attention; because basically, every time he tried to attack Myde button, the speech was promptly cut off the bud with some excuse that he had to be attentive to the lesson, to take notes. But, at the last bell, everything was full the notebook was a series of meaningless squiggles.
He had picked up the shoulder and was about to leave when the blond had shaken his hand around her wrist, forcing him to turn around, and he looked down to his eyes.
"Really ... Do not you remember? "He had asked, his voice reduced to little more than a whisper.
him, swallowing, had shook her head, because he could not dissolve the knot that had formed in his throat at the sight of those pleading eyes. Myde at that point had rueful smile, he loosened his grip on the wrist and walked out of class, leaving him there, to get the gnawing sense of guilt. But sorry for what , then?


days had passed, and still Myde, always showing off some fun and showing off his best smile, to turn around the silver-haired boy, figuratively and literally, on the other hand, whenever Ienzo if it was between feet, muttering to simply stand back, but then did not complain if the other continued to follow him.
What heartened him and destroyed at the same time. Why, on the one hand, there was the feeling that everything was back to normal, they were back to them, the number nine plaster in any way trying to draw attention to the number six, number six el'impassibile that, as you proved apathetic, did not disdain to void the company's number nine. But then, secondly, there was an awareness that, in fact, minimally Ienzo did not know who he was: and that hurt, terribly.
and spent hours sitting on the beach, move your fingers on the strings of the guitar. And play, play, and continued to play the same song until no longer feel his hands. While on the other side of the rocks, sitting on the stones, there was who listened to him, his head in his hands and knees pressed to his chest, wondering why she felt as if he had a stone on the heart, which grew heavier, note by note.


In mid-November, the temperature had dropped considerably: jackets and woolen sweaters had begun to make their appearance in the closets, with great disappointment by the islanders. The days had shortened, and the sun warmed up like he used a couple of months ago, but the sun was always a breathtaking spectacle: that was the reason, he had repeated over and over again Ienzo, for which he was returning there, every night. The sunset. Not for the blond, not for his song, not for guilt and not for the dreams that still haunt him: no, the sunset. But if it was really dark, because he continued to sit on the rocks, he dared not pass them to the beach, where the view was definitely better? And why, whenever the notes stopped, jerked him, be ready to flee?
The answer, after much fretting, in the end had come alone. It was drizzling that day: nevertheless, both were there, with hoods to cover fell on his face as best. Myde sitting on the beach, and he on the rocks: strange, because that day had gone to a point where he could, for the first time, to actually see the musician, her back to him, arpeggios on the guitar.
It had, more than ever, a sense of déjà vu and could not tell if the black coat she was wearing the blond was true or if the same images, and could not understand why, instead of the sand, it seemed saw a marble floor, and wondered why, when it was raised - without knowing why - under his feet was a red carpet, instead of the rocks.
At that point, when the last notes of the song had faded into the air and, after a moment of silence, was resumed the same melody, he began to sing, but not knowing how or when he learned the words. In some way, however, he knew, and had always known: it all begins to make sense. The coats blacks, marble floors. The organization, in Castle Oblivion. And the Guardian of the Keyblade, the Heartless and Nobodies. And the revolt, the Replica of Vexen and Axel. And through it all, there was always him and his song, their song.
He had noticed the tears running down his face only when, after the new guitar had stopped playing, he had been wiped from the sleeve of the jacket of the blond, this time, he was to hold on as strong as was another.
"Demyx ... I'm sorry, sorry, sorry ... He had whining voice choked, and had continued to repeat endlessly, forgetting the meaning of the words themselves.
When he looked up, he had smiled. And the clouds were gone, leaving room for the sun was setting, the matt.
And, as it may seem cliché, it was really all he needed: in front of the sight, everything else is meaningless. There were more than just him, and sunset. And Demyx.

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ready, set, go!

Ok, let's say that I can safely begin to fake, I now had a purpose in life! *-* Theoretically, this fic I've already written 3 / 4 days ago, a few hours before I could think of joining in bdt, so it happens just a bean! X3
Write 6 in the morning helps a lot my first angst ... then, well, get ready to face a rather Zexy emo. u_u

Title: for you
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Torque: Zexion / Demyx Prompt
: 073. light
Rating: G

say that its smell was overwhelming would be an understatement, to say that it would take me to insanity, however, merely a fact. It had the flavor stinging sea water, mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla: a unique mixture is completely different from anyone else. If the smell to accompany any member of the aftertaste was almost nauseating remarked that the constant presence of darkness, with Demyx was a different story: every step, every laugh, every word left behind a trace of something so pure and intangible as to be almost suffocating. Something that constantly drew the scent of innocence, something that did not belong anywhere near to our world.
And this was what I dragged into the abyss of exasperation: he had something that I was missing. No matter how desperately I tried to get it, because I had not been anything but that stupid kid who had given to his own heart of darkness and now he had to deal with the unbearable smell of desperation everywhere I went.
But he, he no . And it continued to haunt me: Why, why him, in the midst of the abyss of confusion and skepticism, was able to see, touch that light which we had been denied?
I found the answer myself, at my expense. Because when I proposed to give an explanation for everything, I found myself immersed in the distorted spiral of emotions and feelings that, in reality, none of us should have been able to prove. Why looking into his eyes the first time, the whole world stopped for me to drown in her eyes the color of the ocean. Why
mumbling my name, with his breath on her neck, was all I needed.
Why, for a moment, I really believed it could be my light.
Instead, that night when I had embraced, in an almost desperate, I realized that he had found the answer so I tried: even he was able to reach light, and so desperately clung to behave as if we were successful. And I had made was perhaps most distressing, because I found myself thinking that he, more than anyone, deserved to get back everything that had been removed. Why
for him I would give my life, but she would never be enough, because what he needed was that heart that I could never get back: and, ironically, I almost thanked him for not having one, because, otherwise, I'm afraid I would break at the exact moment when I came to that conclusion.

Different Kinds Of Business Agreements

table \u0026lt;3 ~ lala

Yuppi-doo, because they are blissfully in seventh heaven have officially joined the fanfic100_ita , so we can launch into my intense propaganda campaign of zemyx. > W \u0026lt;* esagitatamente jumps and bumps into the wall *

001.	Start.	002.	Intermezzo.	003.	Finish.	004.	interiority.	005.	appearance.
006.	hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Verde.	015.	Blue
016.	Porpora.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black	019.	White.	020.	Without colors.
021.	friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	teammates.	027.	Parents .	028.	Sons.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Alba.	032.	Sunset .	033.	too.	034.	too little.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Hearing.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Vista.
041.	forms.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Diamond.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Stars.	047.	Hearts.	048.	Quadri.	049.	Flowers.	050.	Spades.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Supper.	059.	Food.	060.	drinks.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Estate.	064.	Fall.	065.	seasons.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightning.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Rotto.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light .	074.	Darkness.	075.	Shadow.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082. If	.	083.	E.	084.	Him	085.	Lei
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	job.	090.	House.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Choice.	097.	Choice.	098.	Choice.	099.	Choice.	100.	Choice.

Power Consumptionpedestal Fan

the ... Youichi

And here's the most hypocritical person of the century ... me!
XD Yes, I do not write well in place for eons and Italian. Well, I guess I'm "reopening" the LJ mainly because they are particularly inspired (if ever ...) and I feel so good mood that I wanted to support my efforts to OTP, launching in the BDT project suicide. * Jumps * \u0026lt;3
Just for that, now I'll fill out the registration form and pray that I agree! > W \u0026lt;

E, boh, probabilmente posticchierò qui anche blow your mind... +_+

Can A Torn Rotator Cuff Cause Wrist Pain

@ 2007-04-11T22: 17:00

My first post... Actually, it doesn't make much sense, since I'm not able to introduce myself and things like that.
But, I'm not here for blabbing! I'm here fooor... *du du dum* posting fics! XD
And I'm kinda depressed because ff.net is an awesome pain in the ass and didn't make me upload my fic. ._.
Nothing else to say: I know my english sucks, but that's because I'm not English... ( kay, this is a lie. I'm italian, and even my Italian sucks. ~_~ )

series : kingdom hearts
title : sunset horizons
word count : 344
pairing : zexion/fuu
disclaimers : well, I do own kh. I'm squenix's president's daughter, afterall. ... just kidding. <.<

The first time they met, he was seven years old, while she was barely five. Neither of them started this relationship, though: one day, some running kid pushed him, and it happened the girl was right in his fall’s trajectory. So, here they were, aching, on the ground of the park.

Once both of them picked themselves up, they looked at each other for several seconds: it was surely a weird feeling, like looking in some kind of messed up mirror. Her pale lilac hair covering her left eye matched perfectly with his slate grey one, which covered, instead, the right eye. Likewise, his bluish and icy gaze supported hers, amber and flaring.

« Wanna play? — she said cheerfully, pointing at the slide. — My name’s Fuu. »

« Why not? — he smiled. — Mine’s Ienzo. »

 

Little by little, they managed to become best friends: walking hand in hand, Ienzo made sure the younger didn’t put herself in troubles, as Fuu obediently followed the older’s orders. Eventually, whenever she pouted and began whining, he would buy her an ice-cream, making her smile again: simple as that. Then, a few days after Ienzo’s tenth birthday, his parents told him they needed to move.

The day he left, Fuu had literally stuck to Ienzo’s left arm, whimpering and begging him not to go. With a gentle smile, he pulled her away from his arm.

« C’mon, I promise I’ll come back soon — he assured, ruffling her hair. — Alright? »
« And we’ll stay together? — she whined. — Forever, and ever? »
« Of course. — he nodded, placing a kiss on her forehead. — Forever, and ever. »

« Then I’ll wait for you! » she exclaimed, hugging him.

 

Seasons passed, and so did years: she waited for him, she really did. Even after six years, Fuu walked every day near Ienzo’s house, just to see if he was back. But she never saw him again, although she didn’t notice the black-hooded shadow that, every now and then, watched her through the house’s windows, a sad smile on his lips.