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Just a bit more The rain was falling heavily, making muffled splashing sounds as it hit the ground beneath him, blending in with the dirt and smears and pools of blood.
He stood on shaky legs, his knees threatening to buckle under him as the life poured slowly out of the gaping wound in his chest. He was breathing quickly and heavily, trying to take in much needed oxygen. But his attempts were futile as the blood was bubbling in his throat, the metallic poison choking him and making him splutter every time he tried to inhale. He coughed, splattering more crimson red on the ground, though it wasn't noticeable among the rest pooling at his feet.
He was looking forward, but seeing nothing as his vision blurred in and out of focus. He tried to focus on his surroundings, but all he could notice was the throbbing pain in his chest, the warm uncomfortable sensation as the sticky liquid soaked through his clothes and stained his skin, and the loud erratic thumping of his heart ringing through his
I wanted to tell you-AlternateReality seemed to hit my like a freight train. It was graduation day.
I sat in my seat, as he was called up to the stage. I can't help but stare in mild awe as I watch him walk up gracefully, like an angel. Smiling so wide it looked like his face might split, but it wouldn't. Because he smiles like that all the time, and makes everyone do the same.
After the ceremony is done, and everyone is either heading back home or taking pictures to commemorate the occasion, he walks up to me. And I can't help but frown slightly as I see tears in his eyes.
He throws his arms around my neck, though this time with more force. He's squeezing, as if he's afraid to let go. And I can feel a slight dampness on my shoulder, and I can hear him sniffling quietly. He looks up at me, his eyes shimmering with tears. But he's still smiling. "Thank you, Kanda. For everything."
He pauses, and I can tell he wants to say something, so I give him a nudge. "What is it, Baka Moyashi?"
I almost blush a bit when he look
I wanted to tell you... I sigh in annoyance as I narrow my eyes slightly. Glancing, or rather staring, at the person beside me. Crystal, silvery blue eyes. Soft, silky, snow white hair that goes to their shoulders. An unusual blood red scar that runs down the side of their face. Ending just above their eyebrow, in the shape of a pentacle. I found myself staring as their pale pink lips wrapped around the pencil hanging out of their mouth. God, he was gorgeous.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. I got out of my seat and slung my bag over my shoulder, making my way over to the door.
I turn my head to see him coming towards me, Allen Walker. The person I'm in love with. But he'll never hear it from me.
He claps his hands together in front of him, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry, but can you lend me those notes from yesterday?"
I feel my eyebrow twitch, and I sigh. Reaching into my bag and grabbing my notebook, I thrust it towards him. "Here, you s
Boredom gets to all of usAllen sighed, lips pushing forward into one of his famously adorable pouts. He was bored, as hell.
There was nothing to do. Lord knows, if there was something, he would have done it.
But no, right now, he was just plain bored.
Then he realized, he could go bug his lover! He grinned, as he hopped up, off of his bed.
And seconds later he was running down the corridors, ignoring people's confused stares, to his grumpy forever pmsing Japanese lover's room.
The young exorcist threw the door open, making sure to keep the door from going off its hinges. Again. Komui had a field day last time. Oops?
He saw the older of the two crack a single eye open, looking up at him from his position from the floor. 'Ah, he was meditating.' Allen thought.
Allen almost giggled at the fact the minute the door slammed open Kanda looked like he was going to kill someone.
And then second he saw who it was, though you couldn't really tell with him, his face lit up slightly. Kanda was too cute sometimes~
CrashAllen grimaced as they took another sharp turn, his arms wrapped tightly around Kanda's waist as they drove down the road on his beloved motorcycle, that he dubbed 'Mugen'. Honestly, Allen never got it.
"K-Kanda, maybe you should slow down." Allen said, resisting the urge to whimper as they turned another sharp corner.
Allen couldn't hold back a small whimper as he pleaded, "Kanda, please?"
Kanda seemed to take a moment to think. "Tell me you love me."
Allen blinked in confusion at the strange request, squeaking in suprise as they seemed to pick up speed. "I love you, I love you will all my heart so please, slow down!" He said, burying his face into the back of Kanda's leather jacket.
Kanda nodded slightly, seeming to accept this. "Hug me."
The younger boy would have given him a look if he was facing him. Wasn't he already hugging him? Allen merely shrugged it off and hugged Kanda tighter then he already was. He almost thought he heard Kanda give a small sigh of content. "Anythi
That's all I saw nowadays, white walls with no windows, only white, blank, emotionless walls.
I absolutely hated them, because they were the only thing blocking me from the outside world, blocking me from my freedom.
Well, that and the big burly meatheads standing watch over us to make sure we didn't try to make a break for it, stupid bastards, I hated them, every single last one of them.
The doctors, the guards, the nurses, I really was waiting for the day they would all just drop dead.
Or the day one of the patients in here, if not all of them, snapped and went psychotic on their fucking idiotic asses, ripping them apart limb from god damn limb and painting these bleak white walls red
Kurt snuggled deeper beneath the leopard blanket on his bed, trying to block out the autumn sunlight streaming in his window. He was just starting to doze off again when a slightly hyper-active Blaine burst into his room.
"Hey, Kitten!" He chirped, pausing only when he realized Kurt was still in bed. "What are you doing?" He demanded, "It's nearly ten!"
Kurt grumbled, peeking out from under the blanket. "It's Sunday. You found where your mom was hiding the Halloween candy didn't you?"
"Yes as a matter of fact, I did." He grinned, "Which of course reminded me we need to make sure we have everything for our costumes." He pulled out his round, wire framed glasses, putting them in place on his face, and striking a pose. "Out of bed Malfoy."
Blaine's grin quickly faded into a pout causing Kurt's heart to flutter, damn that pout! "What? Why not?" B
First Day"Mercedes, this is absolutely ridiculous," Kurt Hummel complained for the hundreth time that morning. "Why on Earth did we have to be here so early? School doesn't even start for another forty five minutes!"
It was the morning of the first day of senior year, a trying task on it's own. For Kurt, it was the beginning of a long school year without seeing Blaine everyday. After being practically insperable-or, as Santana had called it once, "getting their gay on"-the entire summer, the start of the new school year was proving to be difficult for both of them.
To make matters worse, Mercedes had called Kurt at 6:00 that morning, insisting that he meet her and Sam for coffee in an hour, giving him approximately forty minutes to get dressed and through his skin routine. Now, the three were stationed at Kurt's locker. "I told you, boo, it's a surprise!" Mercedes insisted.
"Cedes, how long have you known me? You know I don't do surprises." Kurt sipped his coffee irritatedly.
Klaine Titanic"No!" I half-screamed, half-sobbed. "Leo, don't die on me and Kate!"
A few scattered chuckles mocked me. Blaine rubbed my hand soothingly. "Kurt, it's okay. Haven't you seen this before?"
"Duh," I replied, wiping the tears that fell from my eyes. "Titanic is one of the most revered romance movies of all time."
He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry. Half of the people in here cried the last time they saw it."
I snuggled into him. So this was Warbler Movie Night. Pulling out some chick flick to get the new kid to cry. Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it. I swear, I was contracting hypothermia just by watching. When Blaine noticed my shivering, he pulled a blanket over us.
And there she was, Rose, sitting on the piece of wood, trying to call out. I resisted the urge to yell "Come back!" with her. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to start sobbing again. When I had regained my composure enough, I saw her drop the wonderful and expensive blue diam
Christmas, or Blaine Is StupidKurt threw a piece of balled-up wrapping paper at his stepbrother.
"For the last time, I do not have a boyfriend!" he growled. " And I swear to Gaga, Finn, if you mention Blaine one more time I will artfully murder you in your sleep with my best heels."
The other boy grinned, chucking the paper back.
"Alright, alright. You don't need to be so touchy about it."
Like the diva he was, Kurt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, sniffing. He turned away from Finn, but not before sticking his tongue out at him. From the couch, Burt spoke, arm around Carole.
"You better not have a boyfriend, not unless he's talked to me first." His voice was gruff, but there was a hint of a smile tugging on his lips as his wife tried to stifle a giggle.
The first Christmas in the Hummel-Hudson household had been a glorious one. There was more pure joy in the air than Kurt had felt in years, and it was simply infectious. Finn had woken him up early, dragging him to their parents' bedroom and trying to get him
Klaine - When I'm with you Wes and David shook their heads as Blaine sighed for the fifth time in as many minutes. They'd heard of being love sick, but this was just ridiculous.
"Look, just because Kurt was with a guy doesn't mean he was on a date," David reasoned.
"But what if he was? What if he's all happy and lovey dovey with this guy and I've missed my chance because I'm..."
"A dense idiot?" Wes offered. Blaine narrowed his eyes at him.
"Oh sure, you can talk, Mr Denial. How long did it take you to figure out you were gay even though everyone else already knew?"
"Leave Thad and I out of this," Wes huffed.
"Look, why don't you just ask Kurt about it?" David reasoned.
"Or you could just blindly serenade him," Wes teased.
"Maybe that's not such a bad idea," Blaine smiled, getting up from his seat. "I got to go pick a song guys!"
"Wait, don't..." But Blaine was already gone.
Wes shook his head. "Think it'll work?"
"Definitely. Kurt's obviously crazy about him," David smiled con
Klaine:Blame it on the AlcoholKurt's vision slanted slightly as Rachel flopped over and grabbed Blaine's collar, forcibly dragging him in for a very sloppy kiss. Kurt's stomach lurched like a car going 100 mph coming to a complete stop. Then he thought he felt his liquor coming back up, because the scene in front of him was enough to make anyone vomit. He thought so, at least. Kurt was soon immersed in confusion, because Blaine looked like he was enjoying kissing Rachel. His face was red and there was a huge grin plastered on his face that was currently being sucked on by Rachel Berry.
"Ok, I think we've seen enough!" Kurt said, smiling very unhappily as Blaine tangled his hand in Rachel's hair. Everyone was cheering them on.
Don't they get it? thought Kurt. This guy is gay! You don't cheer him on while he's kissing girls. He shouldn't kiss girls. Unless he's not gay. Blaine can't be straight, he can't even be bi He only likes boys. He should only like me, goddamit!
In the time it took fo
ChirpKurt sighed as he stared down at his History text book, not really paying attention to the words written in it. He must have read the current sentence he was at least twelve times and he still didn't know what it said. His mind kept wandering off to other things that deemed more important.
For example, Valentines Day was only a week away. Now, usually, Valentines Day was something he would avoid. It's not like he hated the holiday, it just reminded him that he did not have a boyfriend or like last year, did not have Finn. For a while, to him it was not Valentines day but rather Single Awareness Month. However, this year was different. This year, he had someone that he genuinely liked and there was a slight possibility that said person could like him back too.
He sighed again. "Who am I kidding? He'll never like me. He probably thinks I'm too vulnerable for something like that and sees me as a little brother."
A small, yellow Warbler chirped in his cage, as he watched Kurt talked to the
Horror Movies- Kurt POVBlaine was coming over for movie night. I was in charge of making the popcorn and he was bringing the movie. I couldn't wait for the special night with boyfriend. Boyfriend, the word made my flutter overtime I thought of it. The room was set just as the doorbell rang and I happily bounded downstairs to get the doors. I opened it to see Blaine standing there smiling happily.
"Hey," I smiled.
"Hey," he said walking into the house.
I took his coat to hang it on the rack.
"i've got the movie," he said with a smile.
"I've got the popcorn," I smiled.
We walked through the house Blaine giving a warm greeting to Finn as we passed him and entered my room.
"What are we watching?" I asked adjusting some pillows on the couch.
"Paranormal Activity," Blaine said with an excited grin.
My eyes widened at the title. I hate horror movies, but Blaine didn't know that..yet.
"Ok," I squeaked as he put in the movie.
I left the door open, flicked off the lights and went to my couch plopping down next to Blai
Beach- Kurt POVI always loved how in romantic movies couples would walk along the shore during sunset. It was a guilty pleasure of mine to watch chick flicks whenever I could salvage free time. Now I actually had free time and I was doing just that.
"C'mon let's go for a walk," Blaine said extending his hand to me.
I looked up from the book I was reading to smile at him.
"Almost done with the chapter Blaine," I said turning back to my novel.
Blaine snatched the book from my hands and put it on the table.
"Your parents and mine did not spend a good amount of money to send us to Hawaii for our honeymoon just so you could read. We are going out for a walk now," he said firmly.
I playfully rolled my eyes as I stood up to go get some sandals.
"Ah, ah ah!" Blaine said wagging his finger at me.
"What?" I asked picking up a pair of tan sandals.
"We're walking on the beach you don't need shoes unless you want to carry them," Blaine grinned.
I sighed dropping the shoes letting them drop with an audible thump b
Mistletoe"What's wrong with it?"
"...But they're both the same colour!"
"You're such a diva sometimes."
"You know you love it, don't deny it."
"Oh, I don't deny it. But we're still putting up the mistletoe."
"But it clashes!"
"Nope, we're- Oh, come on, don't pout! You know I can't resist the pout!"
"That's the point, Blaine- Don't put it up!"
"I'm putting it up!"
"Blaine Potter, I swear if you do not take that down right now I-mmph."
"Merry Christmas, my little Diva."
"Merry Christmas, Mr. I'm-sleeping-on-the-couch-tonight."
"I love you?"
"...Fine, but no eggnog for you."
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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