#my writingz

[oohbuggypie]

"and as he wept, he wept and said, 'Oh, my.. Oh, my.. Would to God I had died for He'"

this is fully inspired by @goferwashere 's PO!! Monster Hunter AU 🩷 depicted is Don Flamenco in his monster form being held in his last moments by Joe. the writing that describes their fight, Don's death, and Joe's regret are all below the cut as its very long. but WOW i just could not get this idea out of my head . thank u soo much Gofer for the amazing AU and thank u to the whole community for being my courage to be brave and release something a little less cutesie than usual ! 🥹 additional details i rlly want to be known::

-the tattoo on Don' torso is an altered version of that in the regular PO!! universe; the one depicted reads "COLOSSIANS 3:2" :: the verse's meaning is "Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things". this is meant to reflect his disdain for humans, and how he views them as lesser

-the stab wound placement is below Don's right pectoral; this is in reflection of Jesus Christ's 5th wound he suffered whilst being crucified. additionally, it is said that what seeped from the wound wasn't only blood, but water as well; i found this very fitting for his character for obvious reasons lol

-the lyrics above the drawing are a condensed / altered version from the choral piece "David's Lamentation", one of my favorite songs ever !

phewph okay writing time ! unfortunately i have never written angst, let alone fighting OR death .. this is also being released about half an hour shy of midnight on bad sleep so proofreading is out of the question.. this is prob a hard read but I STAY CONFIDENT ! here we gooo 🩷::

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Don hissed and swung his fist in an aimless direction, hearing the collision's result come in the form of an agonized grunt from the man near him. Blind rage mingled with fear consumed Don's body in a way God himself forbade, yet he continued to batter any flesh that came into contact with his.

Joe's entire being ached, his eye now burning from the knuckles that dug into it just moments ago. He clenched it shut and let the obscurity of his vision drive his instincts to wherever they were necessary. He aimed to return the punch with his own fist plunging to meet Don's stomach, momentarily knocking the air from his lungs. As Don's arms instinctively lowered to gaurd where his sore flesh was struck, Joe snarled and drew his left arm back to slam a fist into Don's cheek. The siren felt a coursing agony not only externally, but through his heart. He knew what would come, yet he continued to bare his teeth. He ripped apart anything which bothered him and felt no haunting ring in his mind. Though this time, he feared that the bells would toll.

Joe took full advantage of the temporary stun he inflicted upon Don and wrapped his hands around the man's throat. Joe kicked Don's ankle in so that he buckled beneath his own weight, dropping them both to meet the floor. Joe felt a shake within his bones, like the structures in his own body didn't want him to do this. He didn't want to. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Yet his body moved now without his mind, pressing his entire weight into the neck of the helpless man below him. Don couldn't stand the desperation that racked his body, and above that distaste, he couldn't bare to look up at the deathly eyes staring into his own. The man who he called a friend held less semblance to a human and now closer to a wraith, some wretched figure distorted by horror. His skin appeared a sickly gray in the darkness of the gym's room, and had his hands always been this coarse and cold? Nonetheless, for the present time Don disregarded the friend he once had and viewed him now as a step above a pet; competition.

Don snarled and thrashed beneath the body of Joe and locked his hands around the arms above. His brain felt like a searing gas within his head, but that lack of consciousness was immediately replaced by instinct. Don slid his hands down to grip Joe's wrists and ripped them outwards with a fell swipe. Joe wasn't spared a second to process the motion before his nose was slammed by Don's forehead. A pained cry was all his voice could manage before his vision flickered black.

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When he awoke, only seconds has passed since he blacked out. With a horrified start, Joe began to thrash his arms through the water engulfing him. His legs kicked in the same motion, his left heel slamming into an excruciating pressure seeming to bind his right ankle. The force released as soon as it felt his bruising strike against it. Joe desperately made strokes with his arms upwards, looking for any form of light to signify what differentiated the surface from the bottom. Joe felt a darkness reigning upon him as another figure trailed close behind, its presence growing heavier with each struggling wave of his arms throughout the pool.

Joe's face broke the surface. Without a second to catch his breath, he began scanning the area with bewildered eyes for the nearest edge. His loafers felt like bricks tied to his ankles, and the turtleneck he donned was quickly becoming suffocating. A short distance behind him, a splash breaking the water's tension drove Joe into fight or flight. His arms clawed in front of him with strokes large enough to leave his arms aching the next day, yet that same pain was his drive to reach the edge quicker. He gripped the ledge of the hard floor and hoisted himself above the edge, rushing into a position where his knees and one arm balanced his body upright. With his unoccupied hand, he reached where the bells tolled and the colors sank. Joe frantically patted his pocket for where the knife's sheath bulged.

Don arose from the water he resided in just seconds after his former partner. Joe ripped the leather from his pocket and reached into it, gripping the handle as if he was warding death itself away. His knuckles were white with pressure, and his wide eyes locked on the man inches from himself. Don's eyes were sickly and no longer passing as human; the bags beneath them were a bruised purple, and where the whites of his eyes should be were replaced by a glassy blue. His brows dug wrinkles into his forehead like malicious scars upon skin. And the worst of it all was the death-like frown that crumpled his entire facial structure; it drew his eyes in a downward spiral, and his lips curled against his flesh like desperate hands digging into anything for hold.

With his chest exposed and either arms beside him as means to lift himself, Joe raised his blade and drudged it into Don's flesh.

Don's eyes fell like the world's light upon an empty room, and the sharp inhale in his throat thrummed akin to the death rattle. Despite the metal lodged deep within his chest, he managed the strength to drag himself from his home's grasp and to lay on the freezing tile below him. Joe's hands left his mouth as he let out some visceral shout that made cherubs above weep. He scurried across the soaked floor to examine the man before him. Joe slammed himself down upon the floor and struggled to lift him, eventually draping Don's being across his own. Don's arms rested against Joe's bent knees, and his head tilted into his chest with slowing breaths beating against his sweater. The remaining warmth of his breath settling on his own shoulder resembled the comfort of a blanket upon a child's cold body. Joe felt static piercing through his brain and throughout his ears.

He slid his trembling hand to grab the hilt of his blade, yanking it from between Don's ribs with a crumbling expression upon his face. Where the stab wound remained open, Joe rested his hand on its opening and let the blood seep onto his skin. He lowered them to graze the rest of Don's torso, creating an up and down rhythm almost as if to comfort him. He felt a dread in his stomach nothing in his life had ever compared to; he had killed numerous times before this, and for pettier reasons. But the understanding of what he had just done settled upon him like the smothering embrace of a rotting being. Joe lost any remaining thoughts in his mind as small, breaking moans passed the pursing lips of Don.

Don's body felt washed by shades of baby blue. His eyed fixated on an empty and quickly fading horizon. The right side of his body held a sensation that reminded him of familiarity; dripping water and warm waves caressing his flesh. Though this time, the sea seemed to be accompanied by rainfall. Don couldn't muster the strength to look up, let alone turn his head, but he felt warm droplets fall upon his hair. The fog that began swallowing his mind didn't allow him to understand where the water's source was coming from. They dropped rapidly now, dripping enough so that they slid across his own cheeks; they made up for the lack of his own tears. The air that was becoming increasingly hard to keep in his grasp now filled with a tune, a rhythm similar to those he practiced when dancing.

"Je suis désolé, je suis vraiment désolé, oh..."

Don couldn't understand the words, couldn't sing along to the beautiful tune that seemed to hail from Heaven itself. It broke his heart a bit, seeing that one of his greatest attributes was his ethereal singing voice. But the words soothed his soul, and held this wonderous ability to make his eyes feel comfortable closing.

"Oh, mon Dieu... Oh, mon Dieu, pardonne-moi... Pardonne-lui aussi..." Joe heaved, his hands clutching the bloodied skin of Don's torso. His body shook with a might that caused Don's own body to tremor along with his.

Don wished he knew what those words meant. Don wished he could hear the voice sing in his ears forever, let the melody echo throughout the chambers of his fading mind every second of every waking moment. Don's face fell cold, and his body felt as if it was losing its occupation; but fear never crossed his mind when his vision finally began to fade. He loved the hands running up and down his body, loved the warmth cascading against his side, loved the song, he loved this moment. He let his breath soften and slip from his mind's priorities, and now focused on shutting his eyes to rest.

The last thing Don truly felt was the slipping of beads across his collar bones.

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Joe removed the rosary from around Don's neck and let its wooden roses slide into a pile inside his unused pocket. He vowed that the blade would make no contact with the necklace.

Joe couldn't and didn't think as he laid the body of his sweet friend down to rest away from his own. He looked once more into the drained yet softened features of Don's face; his lips looked soft against his chin, and his brows no longer furrowed in such a dreadful way. Joe stood for moments, spending minutes staring down at the body now devoid of life on the floor. The worst sight of the entire night was the wound beneath the right side of Don's chest. And even upon staring at it, running his eyes over it again and again, Joe just couldn't think deeper about it.

He turned his back from the death that loomed behind him and exited through the double doors of the room. Joe stalked off into the night, letting the world's air solidify the agonizing tears that stained his cheeks, down to his neck.

END !! thanks 4 reading if u did and thank u 2 anybody who sees this !! now im gonna go ahead and pass out it's 11:45 PM and im sick 🩷

[absolutelyobsessedkiya]

Yall i am very in the mood to write (mostly xreader) stuff for my (main) fandomz (twst, pjsk, genshin, milgram, etc) (maybe a3 if i wanna) but im also really bad at writing uh- hopefully i can get to it at some point!!

idk if i want to do it on thiz one or a side blog tho

i also needa get thiz blog sorted out better but ill get to that ig

[ressjeon]

why is English so hard wtf, i'm forever thankful for Grammarly, Thesaurus and Onelook in surviving writing 😤😪

[sister-lucifer]

are you gonna do more ticci toby x male reader? i really really juzt adore your writingz with him- and honeztly, the x male reader haz really helped me cope with feelingz and dyzphoria, zince i juzt dizcovered that i'll never be able to tranzition medically

it'z totally alright if you're not going to do more toby with male reader! i don't mean to prezzure you; they honeztly juzt make me zmile during a zeriouzly tough time.

Toby Cures Your Dysphoria REAL NOT CLICKBAIT 

Ticci Toby x Trans Masc Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Toby reminds you that you are in fact a handsome boy:) 

Content/Warnings: I guess implied reader dysphoria if that’s a warning? but like…Omg…guys…i think this is my first ever Toby fic to not have any real warnings. holy shit. oh my god. what the fuck 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

A/N: Although I don’t normally write fem reader, i’d actually be very happy to write a trans fem version of this for all my trans sisters out there:) especially since pride month is coming up. maybe i could do an enby version too! 

also, i see and love you fellow trans anon. id like to see you in my inbox more often if you have any requests. i’ll even assign you an anon emoji if you’ll let me:)

“C’mon, s-say it! Say it!” Toby pleaded, a crooked smile spread wide across his face. His fingers were interlaced with yours, pushing you back and forth playfully. 

“Haha, no!” You replied with a giggle, “That sounds dumb!” 

“But you h-have to! You haaaave toooo!” 

“No way!” 

Toby sighed dramatically, blowing a strand of messy brown hair out of his face. For a moment you thought he was going to give up, but since when did you know Toby to be anything but a stubborn hardass? 

He pulled you in to his chest, taking you to the ground with him with a rather jarring thump.

“Ow, you dummy!” You yelped, wincing slightly from the impact, though you couldn’t help but return Toby’s ever-present grin. 

“Eheh…Sorry! But it h-had to be done!” 

He wrapped you into a tight bear hug, possibly using a bit more strength that he meant to, but it did the trick. 

“I-I’m not letting you go until you s-say it!” Toby declared matter-of-factly. You quirked a brow at this, immediately attempting to free yourself. This proved less than pointless, and you were even a bit surprised at how strong such a lanky boy could be. 

You huffed in frustration, resting your chin on his chest as you glared at him, though you both knew you could never really be mad at him. It seems it was time to admit defeat. 

“Fiiiiine,” You groaned, “But you have to promise to let me go.” 

“Cross my heart, h-hope to die.” Toby replied without missing a beat. 

You were silent for a few moments, possibly debating all the life choices that brought you to this before you spoke: 

“I’m…a handsome and capable young man.” 

“Yes you are!” Toby added happily, squeezing you one last time before releasing you from his iron grip. You sat up quickly, crossing your arms while looking down at him with a feigned scowl. 

“Whaaaat?” He drawled, “N-No lies were told!”

“What’s with you?” You demanded, “You’ve been all over me all day; telling me how handsome I am, how I’m ‘such a perfect boy’…Not that I’m complaining, but it came out of nowhere. What’s up?” 

It was then that you saw Toby show the slightest hint of embarrassment for the first time. He looked away from you and toyed nervously with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. 

“Here…g-get off me so I can sit up, then I’ll t-tell you.”

You complied, watching him closely as you tried to figure out what could possibly be going through his head. He took your hands once he was sitting across from you, careful not to squeeze too hard. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds as he tried to find the right words to explain his thoughts. 

“I just…I d-don’t want you to be too hard on yourself,” He began, pausing and allowing you to absorb his words before continuing. “You are a v-very handsome, capable young man, and I-I don’t want you to forget it. E-Even on the days when nothing in your closet m-makes you feel good or…or y-you have to cover your bedroom mirror with a-a blanket…” 

Your gaze softened as he spoke, your hand floating up on its own to stroke his cheek. Not only had Toby been listening to you when you lamented about your struggles, he’d been observing you during them. As laid back and childish as Toby could be, he caught on to a lot more than he let show. It was moments like these that reminded you that underneath the unkempt hair and stained hoodie and scraped knees he was hiding some real emotional intelligence, especially when it came to you. 

When he cared about something his instinct was to learn everything about it that he could. It just so happened that he cared about you the most, and there’s a lot of learning to be done about the feelings and thoughts another person. 

You ruffled his hair with a soft smile which he quickly returned. There was no denying the hint of a blush that dusted his pale cheeks. 

“Toby…” You called softly, “That…that means a lot. Thank you.” 

He immediately lit up, pulling you into another tight hug. You hugged him back this time. He mumbled something behind your back, almost as if he was unsure if he wanted you to hear. 

“What was that?” You asked, pulling away.

“I-I said…I love you, dummy.” His words were still a bit slurred, his eyes avoiding your gaze. 

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and gave it a gentle pat. 

“I love you too, dummy.” 

[shiny-jr]

divineter,i love your writing oh my goodness it’s amazing the way you make the tension and write the characters is honestly amazing

THE TENSION QHEN SPEAKING IS HONESTLY JUST AMAZING and i liked how flyof almost got us caught like it sent shivers down my spine, your writing just make it a lot better and you portrayed the characters correctly like oh my gosh i love it.

I also love the part where azul crawls towards us because he has no legs, like it made me nervous and stuff. the way you write is honestly just so so amazing and i know i’ve said that like 3 times already but i just cannot get enough of your writingz.

i love the interactions in the story like it was amazing.

I'm really happy that people are enjoying it so far! People keep saying stuff about the tension. At first I was worried it wasn't adequate, but people seemed to think it was great, which I'm happy for as well! I wanted each character to have a different type of relationship with the mc, whether that be a relationship built off tension or something else, it varied because obviously each character is different. I'm also super happy to hear that none of the characters are written too ocish, that was one of my biggest concerns!

As for that Azul part, I actually got that directly from the film, in the scene where Ursula is revealed to be Vanessa and she steals Ariel away because she failed to complete her side of the contract by sunset. I saw that and thought "that's the perfect combination of creepy and desperate if it was done by Azul." So of course I had to add it! Based off this little moment, btw.

[sansundertale14x1]

Hiii! [INTRO POST]

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I am an artist, Selfshipper, and Moodboard / Stimboard creator!

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reblog blog bc I reblog too much

I use my blog to share art, memes, my random thoughts, stimboards / moodboards, and reblogs of art I think is neat!

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MY CURRENT WRITINGZ!!!

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[psychickiss]

hi !! it is @sillysnack :3

im going to be posting x readers here from now on 🤗🤗 the recent stuff that i've written got a total of over 300 notes :)c

currently only into tdlosk so the recent x reader stuff i've written are short saiki x reader stories

smile

nothing a date can't fix

if you need more examples for my writing, you may look up the tag #cloud's writingz

errmmm ya so... i am opening writing requests!!

i'm open to writing for the following media:

the disastrous life of saiki k — i can probs write for everyone :3 only character i don't see myself writing fics for is makoto. bless.

bungou stray dogs — i can write for almost everyone i think .... not going to write romantic scenarios for the leaders and minors (duh) (q, kenji, kyouka) 🙏🏼

rules for requesting !

indicate if you want hcs / scenario

no nsfw reqs :-)

i am a slow writer 🙏🏼

i can write for ships too yay

i can only do fem / gn readers 😞 im not too confident with writing for male readers

[c34l3ss-w4tch3r]

MIGHT be turning thiz into a RP and art acc, zo, here are my RP rulez!!

Any and all NSFW zcenez MUZT be done via mezzage, I do not feel comfortable having it outright dizplayed for the public eye.

If any NSFW zcenez do occur (don' make them happen to often, I mainly focuz on angzt) it muzt NOT be involving children. Only Adult ocz.

The main and pozzibly only fandomz I will RP for woukd be; JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (1 - 7), OKKO: Let's Be Heros, Lego Monkie Kid, and The Walten Files. This portion may be updated later if I get into any other fandomz.

My main oc that I uze for roleplaying would be my oc Evan(XīngXīng) Al-Hilli. I'll make another pozt juzt about hiz dezcription. Another oc I frequently uze would be hiz zizter, Tài Yàng Al-Hilli.

Pleaze note that when I do roleplay I don't uze my typing quirk unlezz I'm talking ooc which then, for example, would be written az; "𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙯 𝙞𝙯 𝙧𝙥 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 // whatever I needa zay ooc"

The main fandom I like to roleplay fir would be JJBA and I mainly only roleplay for part 5.

I am fine doing any type of AUs but onez that I now find iffy would be Hu!*inzert zome zort of animal here*. When I waz younger I may have been fine with it, but now I have mixed feelingz on the AU.

I will update thiz often if anything elze haz to be added to the lizt that I forgot to add now.

Under the cut will contain zenzitive topicz revolving around what I am perzonally okay and not okay with when it comez to angzt.

Other than all of that, feel free to either DM me about ztarting a roleplay or just zhoot a mezzage to my inbox ztarting one!!

//TW FOR: Mentionz of: R@p3, P3d0ph1l1@, 1nc3zt, @buz3, and child n3gl3ct.//

If any of the lizted zubjectz are zenzitive to you, I urge you to ztop reading here. I do NOT condone any and all actionz that will be lizted.

Any 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙘 writingz meanz I would appreciate if theze topicz were roleplayed through private mezzage. If they are bold italizied, that alzo meanz I don't necezzarily mind how heavy you go with it.

I am okay with heavy mentioned gore or murder.

Talk about child abuse is fine AS LONG as it is implied, or if you have to zay whatz going on, make it light.

When coming to r4p3, I am mainly alright roleplaying it, juzt private mezzage it.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙.

𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚.

With incezt, try to keep it implied.

I am okay with heavy cannibalizm

Child murder I don't really mind

[nauddynaddy]

Goin thru my old journals. Found a piece I liked:

Writer's Block

I can't write

Will this ever end?

I can't breathe if I can't write

Cuz writingz apart-a-me

And if I can't breathe

I'll surely die

I wonder if they'll write about me

Or maybe they won't

Cause they've got writer's block too.

The last line I like. It made me appreciate the pieces of me that still show itself in my writing. I do love a good punchline

[cruelprincae]

It is 2 pm: I want to nap and then wake up to do some writingz but my parrot shoves her fluffy green butt into my face and dAMN.

Edit: she has taken it upon herself to rearrange my bed coverings.

[sillysnack]

hi hi!!! if anyone wants to see the ao3 fics i’ve posted here (as links) just go through #cloud’s writingz :] might do this for the encanto fics i’ve written here if i feel like it since i unlinked my encanto masterlist from my profile LMAO

[ressjeon]

me: currently learning KPOP dances since everyone's not at home

my brain: "hey how about neighbour taehyung"

me: proceeds to outline the entire thing 🗣

[punkboibluez]

Patroclus: You entered my room without permission.

Achilles: Wait until I enter your heart.

[zzxya]

Welcome Home (G)

(Bokuaka) Sometimes after a long day, all you need is a place to come home to.

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Read on AO3 or

Keijii closes the door softly, the quiet click of the lock muffled by the peppy pop song bouncing off the walls of the genkan from further in the apartment. He toes off his shoes, mechanically shrugs off his coat, pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a deep breath - then one more - and starts down the hall.

What he sees in the kitchen is pretty much what he expected. Koutarou’s trying another recipe, something with flour and cabbage and about a million other ingredients if the mess across every available counter space is anything to go by, and <i>god</i> the sight would be so heart melting, so sickeningly domestic and sweet that on any other day he would smile fondly and simply watch his husband work, but right now it just makes him feel sick. A thick lump lodges itself so deep in his throat he can barely croak out a weak ‘I’m home’.

Koutarou’s head shoots up when he somehow hears Keiji’s voice over the music.

“Keiji, you’re home!” He practically shouts, “Remember how we stopped by that monjayaki stand last weekend? I wanted to try it out, but I don’t think I can get the batter runny enough, so we’ll have to settle for okonomiyaki instead.” He smiles wide and waves the knife around as he gestures to the mess, “I think it’ll be just as good though! I’m excited for you to try it.”

Keiji responds with his own small smile. “As am I.”

Koutarou pauses and looks at Keiji, his golden eyes flitting across his husband’s features quickly.

“How was work today?” He asks as he reaches for his phone and turns the music down so it’s barely audible. He returns his gaze to Keiji’s immediately, and Keiji still, even after five years dating and almost two married, finds himself disarmed by the intensity of his undivided attention. He blinks once.

“Long.” Is all he can really muster. And it was. That’s all there really is to it.

Koutarou holds his gaze without saying anything for another couple seconds, most likely still scrutinizing Keiji’s expression, then comes to some sort of conclusion. He sets the knife down and walks over to where Keiji stands, very slowly reaching out for him as he does so. When Keiji doesn’t pull away, Koutarou takes his hand and links their fingers togethe, and runs his other along Keiji’s bicep in a soothing up and down motion.

Keiji’s too tense to move, to breathe, but he allows the contact, allows himself to feel the warmth of his husband’s hands through his clothes and skin, allows the love of his life’s comfortable presence to bleed into him as he tries to relax his shoulders and quell the nerves swimming in his belly.

“Remember, you can leave it at the door,” Koutarou murmurs as he touches their foreheads together, “You’re home now.”

Keiji basks in the warmth of his breath that smells faintly like onion as it fans across his face, in the rough calluses that press against his palm, in the gentle motion of a powerful hand sliding a subtle pattern along his arm. He’s still tense, but the nerves seem to quiet with every pass of Koutarou’s hand.

“I know.” He breathes, but he can’t bring himself to say anything else. He knows without a shadow of a doubt he doesn’t have to.

Koutarou slides his hand from Keiji’s arm to his neck and up to cradle his cheek as he pulls Keiji’s head down slightly, just enough to place a feather-light kiss to his forehead, into his curls just below his hairline.

“Come eat with me?” He asks softly into Keiji’s hair.

Keiji nods, not trusting his voice to crack and betray him. His tongue is thick with gratitude and fondness and love so strong and overwhelming he’s afraid it might choke him if he tried to let it all out.

But Koutarou knows. He always knows.

Koutarou takes his hand and lightly squeezes it, to which Keiji's heart squeezes immediately in response, like some kind of ingrained reflex. He guides him to the kotatsu where Keiji sits and watches as he returns back to work. He turns the music back up, not as loud as before, and launches into a recount of his day, his antics with Hinata during practice and his trip to the supermarket being particular highlights. The smell of onion and yam and beef fills the small kitchen as he talks, batter sizzling in the pan alongside Koutarou’s voice and the music.

Keiji finds his smile comes easier and easier the longer Koutarou speaks. The nervous, sick feeling in his stomach has abated, and the tension in his shoulders and back is less oppressive, though he doesn't think it will ever truly leave, given he has to go back to work and do everything all over again tomorrow.

In spite of that, he does know one thing for sure.

He’s glad to be home.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Ok so heres an imagine idea I just thought of, what if Kai's angel had a best friend that she always talks about that hes always been there for her and is basically a big brother to her. She invites him over to meet Kai but when the door opens its Dabi who she immediately hugs saying (blue or fireball it's up to you) and kai sees Dabi's soft side only to his angel and they go on to tell him everything even dabi protecting her and making sure she never joined the league to keep her safe

"Is that right?" He spoke nonchalantly while reading his papers. Yet still keeping a certain amount of his attention on your talking from the couch nearby.

"Yeah! One time we almost got caught stealing just a apple to share and wr almost ran out of oxygen after that old man called the cops to catch the "tiny buglers" as he mentioned!" You giggled and and he couldn't help but smile at you as he finally made eye contact again, the paper work on his hands not being so captivating as you.

"Never took you for the type of stealing angel. Perhaps you're more of a defiant that I didn't of?" You smiled cheekily at him, making him to roll his amber eyes in false annoyance. "You like to talk about this bastard huh?"

A hint of jealousy wasn't missed on his tone of voice, but you decided to let it slide.

"Is because he was like a older brother for me. When you weren't around, he was the one who usually would get overprotective."

"I see." He sighed, finnaly done reading those papers and letting them on his desk.

"... ne? Kai?" He arched one eyebrow from his spot "You don't mind that I invited him over, right?"

Silence... absolutely silence.

"... pardon, you did what again?"

"I swear it won't be long!" You jumped from your seat as he got up as well, sighing heavily while pinchung his covered nose, making his way to you.

"(Y/n) I swear to God your spotanious ideas always give me such a headache-" he stopped when he had open his eyes to see that face, eyes dilated as you gave him the puppy smile and eyes, he cringed so hard when you make this expression "You must be joking with this face..." he hissed while you tilted your head a bit and showed your bottom lip trembling a bit.

"Plesse? You and him are the most important persons to my life. And I would love you two at leasg to meet each other."

He sighed loudly before planting his face on his gloved palm, mumbling a 'fine' while you cheered in joy.

He really needed to have a talk with you about that face... if any of his subbordinates learned that this was his weakness he was dummoned.

At night you went to the gate as he remained sitted on his couch, reading one book on his hand until he mentally sighed when he heard the door open.

Although when he saw the scarred turoquoise eyed man walking by your side and even smirking at you, his reflexes kicked first as he immediately took of his glove and slapped the ground to cage the villain.

"KAI-?!"

"How did him get in here?" He growled as he aproached his way to the man, who even dare to arch an eyebrow and smirk at him.

"Pretty hot headed this boyfriend of yours huh?"

"Kai stop! HE is the friend I told you about!"

He looked at you as if you had grew three heads before slowly lowering his hand to wear his glove again.

"You have the knowledge that he is-"

"A category B villain who killed people." Dabi spoke in a mocking tone "You're not much different mister yakusa, guess our little girl is attracted by bastards is all."

"Care to repeat that again you bastard?" He growled before you gripped his arms, a pleading for him to let your friend free which he complied with a grumble and roll of his eyes.

"You're alright blue?" You rushed to him to gave him a hug, which unknowing to you while he was huggung back Dabi shoot a smirk to Kai whose he knew it was fuming inside.

"We both know I've through worst. No need to worry."

You had tried to break the tension between these two inumerous times during conversations, but Kai remained glaring at your best friend while Dabi simply leaned on the back of the sofa with a sarcastic smir to your boyfriend.

So you thought on the best idea you could have manage so far.

"I... have to go to the bathroom real quick!" You jumped from your seat, on the way telling them to not kill each other while you were gone.

"You know." Kai arches kne eyebrow at Dabi for finally opening his mouth to say something "She must have told you about the shit we've been through a lot of shit."

"Mainly because of you." He deadpanned while Dabi let out a dry chuckle.

"Not much different from you dude. I mean, the mafia isn't exactly a good place to keep someone safe and all that bull crap. Especially with the shit you've been doing."

"So you know of the bullets then." He amused while Dabi shoot him a cocky smirk.

"The streets carry their gossips pal. But for real though..." he pointed with his face at the hall you had just dissapeared "She took me out from a lot of trouble when we were kids, and I take the lroblem out of her way... after all, it was because of me that she didn't enter the league of villains."

"The league of villains huh?" He mused out loud "Your group has been getting quite popular lately... but I must admit Im thankfull for you not letting such a pure creature like her get into this kinda of place."

"Pure creature?" He laughed "That's a bullshit nickname."

"Silence. Now, we both value her life, yet is clear that we don't get along much... but I cam tolerate you having a bit of contact with her if I get a reunion with your leader."

"The mop face? Man you're really not going to like that man brat. But if means if I still get to tease (Y/n) from time to time without you being on my ass all day then I guess I could show you the leader."

"Then is a deal." He spoke nonchalantly before Dabi smirked again.

"Just one thing." He leaned a bit to his front to shoot Kai a dark look "If you ever hurt her, I will burn you and this place to ashes."

"Sounds acceptable even the idea is ridiculous." Kai commented calmly before shooting a dark look himself to Dabi "But if the otger way goes around or if you even dare to touch my angel, you're going to wish you were never ever borned to follow that Hero killer stupid moral."

He cojld tell that this got into Dabi's skin, but thankfully you had arrived and he shot you a numb stare when you smiled at them

"I see neither of you killed eachother." You giggled before the two man changed glances before looking back at you.

"Not at all." "Precisely."

[lovelypup25]

Soulless Butterfly

Since I posted it on FF.net, I thought that I might as well post it here too.

Summary:

"What!?" It was just an accident. What started off as a simple search for lost companions in the Ark, turned into a fall that will give our heroes a trip of a lifetime. Watch as our 3 main exorcist and their scientist companion travel through a world completely unlike their own. "You call that an Akuma?!" Or was it…? Rated T for Kanda's French and some future themes.

Before you ask, this takes place before Timothy's arc. So the gang haven't been to Paris yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM nor MLB.

So without further ado~ It's showtime!

Chapter 1: The Great Fall

A white haired teen was walking in a large dark hallway. It looked like something out of a horror film. Dark, brick walls all around him. With torches lighting the walls as he walked along. There was a noise in the distance, it sounded like…whining? As the teen walked, the sound grew louder and louder, until he was in front of a large door. Gentle pushing on it, the door swung open and a golden light flowed out of the doorway. He took a step and his foot connected with a sheet of paper. And another and another.

"But BRIGITTE! I need those papers!" there was a [semi] masculine whine.

There was a women with curly, short hair that was holding a stack of papers in her hand. She had a blank expression on her face. In front of her, looking up at her from the desk, was a man with dark purplish hair that curled at the ends. He had a white uniform like outfit with a rose cross on the chest.

"You do not, Mr. Lee. These are just plans for another Komlin." She spoke, her tone slightly monotone.

"Which I need! Nooo!" The man whined once more as the plans were taken from him. The white haired teen just smiled at the elder in sympathy. Noticing his presence, the man spoke. "Ah! Allen! You're here! Come in." the chief beckoned him.

Allen stepped further into the messy room. The white haired teen strolled over to the Chief. He nodded his head and smiled to the women, Brigitte, before focusing his attention on the man in front of him.

"The others will arrive shortly."

"What's going on, Komui?" Allen asked, confused.

"Well..We...Let's wait until the others get here, then I'll tell all of you at once. I do not want to repeat myself." Komui explained.

Suddenly the door swung open and in stepped two tall men. One had had fire red hair that spiked in all directions, but held back by a black bandana with a green X embroidered into it and on his face a black eyepatch. The other had his midnight blue hair tied back with a woven red tie. They were dressed in casual clothing.

The redhead had a dark green, long sleeved shirt. With the sleeves ending at the a little bit past the elbows. He wore white pants with a black belt and large boots that covered the lower part of his pants, past his knee. At his waist was a small black war-hammer. The other had a sleeveless dark blue shirt on with black pants. It exposed part of a black tattoo that seemed to crawl on his shoulders and arms. Around his waist was a white cloth* that had a scale looking texture to it and held a long sword. On his feet were black boots.

"What's the Moyashi doing here?" the midnight haired one grumbled.

Allen glared at the swordsman, "It's Allen, Bakanda." he growled.

Bakan- The swordsman growled back and grabbed the hilt of his sword, taking a step forward. The white haired teen responded by pulling on his white glove.

"Now, now! Yuu! Moyashi! No need to fight in Komui's office! It's already messy as it is!" The redhead laughed.

The two angered males turned to the laughing redhead. Their glares sharped. Making them look like predators after a small rabbit.

"I thought I told you. DO. NOT. CALL. ME. THAT!" the two synced before glaring at each other.

"You guys!" the chief called to them, but was ignored.

"What? They're just names! Right Yuu-chan~!"

"Usagi," The swordsman took a step to the redhead, "You have 3 seconds."

"Guys!"

"Ahaha! 3? Aww! Don't hurt me Yuu-chan!"

"1." he took another step.

The redhead took a step back and chuckled nervously. "Haha..Moyashi! You'll protect me right?"

Allen crossed his arms and glared at the redhead, "Don't call me that, Lavi. It's Allen!"

"2."

"GuYs!"

"OK, ok! Allen won't you protect me!?" Lavi cried out.

"No." Allen looked away and Lavi dramatically gasped.

"B-B-but Moyashi!" he whined.

"3!" the swordsman unsheathed his sword and ran at the Usagi.

"EXORCISTS!" the leader yelled halting all action.

They trio focused their eyes on him as he fixed his glasses.

"Now that I have your attention. I would like to inform you of the task."

They just nodded-well two of them did, the other just Tsked. They sat on the sofa and glared at each other-well Allen and Bakanda did-before looking away. Lavi just chuckled.

"Ok, so...We, the science team, want to examine and inspect the Ark more closely." Komui started.

"What does that have to do with us?" Bakanda asked.

"I'm getting to that. And so, we sent some of our scientists in and well...They got lost."

"They got lost?!" the trio looked at him is disbelief.

"Yes! So, we sent more in...and-"

"Let me guess...they got lost?" Lavi laughed but stopped at the look on the man's face.

"They...did."

"So you want us...to go in and find them?" Allen questioned in disbelief. They know I get lost just as easily! I can barely make it to the musician's room some days!

"Exactly!" Komui visibly brightened up.

The swordsman stood up. "That is not a job for an exorcist, Komui." he glared at the leader.

"I know! But it's the only small job I can give you! I promise to make it up to you, Kanda, after this! But we really need you guys on this!...No one else wanted to go in and look for them." Komui cried. "Well...actually...except for one."

"Then let them do it!" Kanda growled.

"Bakanda, maybe we should help. I mean, the Ark is a very big place, it's easy to get lost. Four people looking would be better than one. I don't really mind helping. I do need to learn the Ark's layout." Allen reasoned with Lavi nodding in agreement.

"Besides! I'm sure Panda-Jiji would want me to document more on it. So I say, I'm in!"

Kanda scoffed and turned to the door, ready to walk out. He ignored Komui's cries and just kept briskly walking to the door. Until he was stopped.

"Ok! Bakanda! If you do this with us, then I'll fight you when we get back." Allen tried to bribe him.

There was a moment of silence. The three anticipated the swordsman answer. Each hoping he would accept.

"Fine. You're on."

The three broke out in cheers.

Standing in front of massive white gate, Allen was decked out in his usual uniform. Black and red along with gold. On his chest was a badge of the famous Ross Cross. He looked to his side and found his fellow exorcists. They wore the same uniform as him. While his was just a jacket and pants, they had their very own versions of it. Kanda's had a long trench cloak like jacket instead of the short one. Lavi traded the pants for his normal white ones, which transitioned to black towards the ends. All of them sported a type of long black combat boots.

Suddenly, he felt something round pop from his uniform pocket. Looking down he saw a familiar golden sphere. With a face of a cross, tiny horns, and wings. Allen smiled before patting the being. It grinned, revealing a row of sharp teeth. A sight that terrified others but made the exorcist's smile grow warm with fondness.

"Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's go in!" Lavi chimed.

Of all the days Link is gone...

Without turning back the three climbed up the stairs and into the light. Upon entering the Ark, Allen heard the shouts of a female. Considering how quiet the Ark is, it wasn't so hard to hear them.

"Rikei! Shifu! Where are you?!" the female yelled out.

Wait...is that?

"It sounds like they're coming from that way." Kanda bluntly pointed out. "Lets go."

He walked off. I guess he really wants to get this over with? Lavi and Allen shared a look before following after him. As they drew closer, the shouts got louder. Soon they found themselves behind a very familiar scientist.

"Hey! It's Allen's-Ack!" Lavi received a swift elbow in the ribs before he finished that sentence.

The female turned to them. Her brown hair was in long, twin pigtails with flower hair ties. She had small, round framed glasses over their big brown eyes. She wore a long white science coat over a blue vest, covering a long sleeved white button up shirt, and a dark blue skirt.* Once she had saw them, she brightened up considerably and her cheeks were colored pink.

"Mr. Walker!" The scientist waved her hand to them and Allen thought he saw hearts in her eyes when she greeted him.

"Ms. Lou Fa, It's great to see you again." He greeted her with a smile.

"Did you get my present?" she asked cheerfully.

The white haired exorcist nodded his head, "Yes, it was good! Thank you for that."

"You're welcome!" She seemed to glow brighter.

"So little lady," Lavi draped his arm over the small women's shoulders, gaining her attention. "We heard you calling out to your buddies. Are they lost as well?" his eyebrows wiggled at the girl.

Lou Fa nodded her head. "Yeah, they went in to find the others who were lost and now I can't find them." she looked down, sadness in her eyes at the fact her friends are probably lost.

"Don't worry, we're here to help look for them." Allen reassured her, not wanting her to feel saddened.

The scientist's smile returned and his widened. Lavi looked at them and smirked, confusing the cursed exorcist. What is he smirking for?

"Yeah, little miss. We got this! I bet Moyashi, Yu-chan and I can easily find them." Lavi grinned at them.

I'm not! Ugh! "It's Allen, Lavi." The name irritated Allen to no end. First it was Kanda, then Lavi. He did not need Lou Fa calling him that too.

Kanda responded by unsheathing his sword. Lavi ducked behind Lou Fa.

"Ah! Don't hurt me Yuu!"

The swordsman growled. Allen noticed how Lou Fa seemed to be scared. Her eyes wide and staring at the swordsman as Lavi hid behind her. Sending a glare at the crazy bunny before turning his attention to the angered exorcist.

"Kanda, calm down. You can take your anger out on Lavi later." Allen glared at the swordsman, ignoring Lavi's cry of disbelief when he mentioned that Kanda can pretty much beat him up later.

"Don't tell me what to do, Moyashi." he glared back at him.

"It's Allen! Bakanda! Or can you not hear?" Allen smiled evilly at him.

Kanda aimed his sword at the parasite innocence user, while Allen tugged on his glove once again. There was a sudden fire around them partnered with bolts of electricity flying. Their glares and battle stances stayed. Before they went any further, they were stopped by a cute "Ah-hem." Allen looked over and saw a blushing Lou Fa, with a cowering Lavi behind her-still.

"Well, since you guys are h-here, I suggest we start looking! I want to help!"

Kanda tsked and sheathed his sword, looking away. Allen sent him another glare before fixing his glove and straightening up. He directed a smile at the scientist.

"You're right, but are you sure you want to come with? You probably have a lot of other work to do."

She shook her head, her blush intensified for some reason. "I'm sure, my friends are more precious to me. I-If they are lost then it's my duty as a friend to find them."

Lavi patted the girls head and came out from behind her. "Now aren't you just the sweetest?"

The scientist blushed shyly at the attention. Allen smiled at her once again, proud and happy with her answer.

"So! Which way do we go?" Lavi asked, crossing his arms behind his head in a casual pose.

Kanda grunted and headed towards the left, totally leaving them behind, much to Allen's irritation. Lavi jumped up and followed the swordsman with a "here we go." Allen sighed and looked at the female.

"Shall we get going?"

Her face became redder and she mustered a small nod, following after the cursed exorcist. The quartet walked on with Kanda leading them. Lou Fa occasionally shouted out to her lost companions, earning no reply each time. Eventually they wondered into an unfamiliar part of the Ark. In this area, doors were colored differently. Almost like the time when they fought the Noahs inside the Ark, not too long ago.

They walked past a blue door with a sword carved in it. A ebony door with...is that an H? And various others. It was when they passed a normal brown door, did Lou Fa stopped walking.

"Do you guys hear that?" She asked.

Allen shook his head, confused. The other two repeated the action.

"I don't hear anything." Kanda grumbled.

"Listen." She put her finger to her lips, the universal sign of 'Shh' or be quiet.

Allen shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes to listen. At first he heard nothing, then he heard something...fluttering? Or was it flapping. He tried to pin-point the sound. It seems to be coming from-

"There, it sounds like it's from there." Lou Fa interrupted his train of thought as she pointed towards the brown door.

Now with a smaller yet closer examination, Allen saw in the door a cat chasing a ladybug. There were also butterflies in the corners of the door. The odd thing was, this door had no handle. In where a handle would be, was just a flat, gold piece of metal. Where is the handle?

Allen watched as she walked towards it and pressed her ear against it. The scientists looked her their way and beckoned them. He and Lavi exchanged at look before walking towards the door. Now that he was closer, Allen could most definitely gear the fluttering. It sounded like a mass hoard of...butterflies. Could they be a certain Noah's Teezes?

Suddenly to his horror, the door flew open. It seems the woman pressed to much against the door. Causing it to open. He saw the fear paint on her face before she fell in. Reacting on instinct, the cursed exorcist sprung forward into the opened door way after the fallen girl. Thankfully he gripped her hand in time. Until he realized he jumped in as well and didn't grab anything to keep him from falling. In desperation, he reached out and took hold of a boot? It was Lavi's, he recognized. His eyes wandered up and saw the redhead being held up by his shirt by Kanda, who was gripping onto the door frame with his body leaned in.

How ironic to be in this situation again.

"What the hell is the big idea?!." Kanda grumbled.

"Ack! Ca-Calm down! I-I'm sure we can get out of this...like last time!" Lavi choked out.

Lou Fa couldn't help looking down into the darkness. It seemed endless and so suffocating. It was like it could swallow them whole any second now. She did not expect the door to swing open like that. It had no handle, surely it would've stayed close. Too bad that wasn't the case. Oh how horrible she felt. If only she hadn't leaned on the door! She would be fine now!

And I dragged Mr. Walker down with me too! He must hate me now!

She felt tears pool up in her eyes. She felt so unlucky. A burden. Useless. All the negative feelings whirled inside her and she almost didn't notice the flapping of a butterfly. Her tear shot eyes shot up and at the flying creature. It was all black yet seemed to give off a purple glow. And it was heading right her direction.

Wait are those the things in the reports about that one Noah?!

Panic filled her. She had read about the cruel butterflies that killed one of the exorcist and injured Allen Walker to near death. And now the same beast was coming her way?!

She tightened her grip on Allen's hand. A tiny yelp left her throat as she panicked. She let her body sway around, trying to stay away from the flapping monster. Quickly, she let her eyes go up to the cursed exorcist, trying to convey her fear to him.

He looked down at her and she saw his eyes widen. He must've seen the horrid bug. She felt his grip tighten before he jerked his arm up. Lou Fa felt herself fly up, her hand momentarily leaving Allen's. Making her panic, before she felt an arm quickly snake around her waist and pull her toward a warm, solid chest.

She looked up and saw Allen's face scrunched into a glare. He was looking past her. Suddenly, her cheeks felt warm and she let out a small squeak. She was in his arms! She was being held in his ARMS! For a moment, the poor scientist forgot to breathe. She could smell the hints of vanilla and sweet dangos radiating off of his uniform. It took every fiber in her body to keep her from actively sniffing the guy. I don't want to come off as weird!

Suddenly, they were swinging and twisting. Lou Fa noticed the butterfly still flying after them. With each twist, it flew around only to fly back when they twisted the opposite way. This kept going on and to her it was like they were dancing in air with the ability to fall to their death anytime. Ugh, how romantic...

"ACK! Moyashi stop moving!" Lavi choked.

"I can't help it! There's a Teez down here! It's after Lou Fa for some reason!"

"A what?!" Kanda yelled, sounding strained.

Lou Fa and Allen kept swinging and twisting. Which was not helping Lavi at all. The boot Allen held onto, started to move and twist as well.

"S-Stop! My boot!" Lavi cried out in gasps, his shirt choking him.

Unable to take the shirt's choking hold, Lavi moved his head around trying to get comfortable and free.

"Usagi! Stop!" Kanda yelled in irritation.

Lavi coughed and suddenly his head slipped out of the hole. The relief was instant, but the realization of the action hit him hard. In desperation, he reached out and grabbed Kanda's wrist, tugging on it. Making the swordsman's grip slip. Lou Fa let out a scream and they all suddenly went tumbling down. Allen let go of Lavi's boot in favor of holding Lou Fa so that she wouldn't get hurt by whatever impact they were facing. Lavi was flying down shirtless. Kanda was falling with a scowl in his face, his grip on the shirt tightened as they all fell.

"Wayzz?" a gentle voice murmured

The owner of that voice was a short Chinese man. He was wearing a red Hawaiian shirt with beige pants. He was kneeling on a large futon-like mat and staring out of glass balcony doors at the sky. It was clear and sunny yet he knew better. In his hands was a cup of piping hot tea. It's aroma waved in the air and gave the room a tranquil feel to it. Floating next to him was a still creature. It resembled a turtle. With a shell and everything. It's eyes were wide and focused on the sky. It seemed to be frozen in shock.

"They're here." it whispered.

"Who's here? Wayzz?"

Wayzz's big eyes glazed over and plump tears rolled down his tiny face. A smile spread on his face. It let out a fond sigh and whispered.

"God's Children."

It took a long while before their bodies came in contact with the ground. But when they did, Allen and Lou Fa hit first. The cursed exorcist's back crashed against a flat, stone surface and his spine shook at the force of the impact. He winced at the pain. In his arms was the frightened scientist woman, who was clinging to him and trembling. Allen cracked an eye open. He was assaulted by the sight of his companions falling towards him. Thinking on the fly, he rolled to the side and let them crash next to him. Dust flew up into the air and obscured his vision, momentarily.

He heard a chorus of coughs before a familiar growl. "Fucking hell."

A choking gurgle spoke up next, "Ack! Y-Yuu. You're...crushing...me!"

There was a 'tsk' before a ruffle of movement and a very dramatic gasp. Allen carefully sat himself and Lou Fa up. The dust around them settled and he saw a Lavi, who was gasping for breath, and a very angry Kanda. The swordsman glared their way and grumbled.

"What the hell?!" the look he was giving him was very accusatory.

"Don't look at me like that, Bakanda!" Allen shot him a glare, unintendedly pulling the scientist closer in his irritation. Not noticing that her cheeks were flaring up.

The two bickered bitterly back and forth. The bookman apprentice snatched his shirt that had fallen to the ground. He shook it out, letting the dust fall off it before sliding it back on. He twisted his head from the bickering children and focused his attention the surroundings. He walked forward and grabbed onto a stone railing and took in a large gulp of air. The boy stopped and stared at the sight that was before his eyes.

"Guys."

"It's your fault we landed in here!" Kanda growled.

"It's no one's fault Bakanda! It was an accident!" Allen hissed.

"Allen. Kanda."

"I'll make your death look like an accident, Moyashi!" There was the metal sound of a sword being unsheathed.

"Just go ahead and try!"

"Allen! Kanda!" Lavi shouted and they halted.

"Tsk, what?"

The red head looked back at them and his single eye gleamed with a confusion and disbelief. "You have to see this."

Okay that was Soulless Butterfly. I hope you liked the first chapter so far! The first chapter is never my best, but just stick with it. I promise that it'll get better.

*1: White Cloth - seriously...what is that?

*2: Description of Lou Fa(Rohfa) - I choose the newer look she has for this story along with a colored picture of her with a blue vest and skirt.

So shippings...I know how crazy both of these fandoms are with those...so just so you know. I already have them planned out. Alright? Alright!

Ciao-su~