kakuzhidan

They hadn't quite gotten over the fact that Miroku was suddenly a gay monk and he was bothered with the odd سوال when out on small errands with Sango یا kagome,
as for Shippo, well his سوالات were usually مزید on the lines of

'are آپ going to get pregnant?'

Everything had smoothly run along this course for a good-4 days. And than while sharing a room (at the expense of a suspisious elderly couples judgemental glare)
Inuyasha opened his big mouth, it was shortly after a slightly burned meal, and a small gesture of a hand grasping under the میز, جدول sent Inuyasha freaking out and Miroku
shunned...

Sing to me songs of the darkness…
Farewell to heaven, my friend.
Come to me, bury your sorrow…
Temptation await the condemned.
    Crona woke with a gasp. He had had a certain song stuck in his head for a week, now, and he didn’t know what to do. Somehow it suited him, though. A lot of depressing songs did. The demon swordsman looked up out of the little window in his room at the DWMA. Light shone down into his room, but missed Crona altogether, making him feel dreary.
    “Ugh…” Crona mumbled as he got up out of bed. He looked out the window again....

It had been three days after Spirit had almost دیا in to Stein’s advance on him and his دل was still aching. He had wanted nothing مزید than to allow Stein to touch him, kiss him, pleasure him, but he knew that it would only end in his دل being broken again. He couldn’t expect Stein to commit to him. Who was he kidding? He knew Stein would commit to him. It was Spirit himself who couldn’t be expected to commit. He wanted to, but it he didn’t know how. He had never دیا all of his love to one single person in all of his life. Yet when he thought of Stein, oh how his دل beat....

It had been a week since Spirit had been confronted سے طرف کی Stein in the hospital and he had been on guard ever since, so as not to run into him again. He had run away from Stein in tears and had cried himself to sleep. Seeing him was like getting a slap in the face, a painful reminder of the past. Even now, Spirit sat on the floor in the death room, bawling. “That’s enough!” Death chopped his head.
“Ah!” Sprit lay on the ground, his head pounding and tears still rolling down his cheeks.
“Quit your whining! I don’t want my scythe crying in front of the teachers.”
“Huh?” Spirit looked...

Spirit sleepily opened his eyes and let out a soft, pleasured moan. A large, gentle hand slowly stroked his hair. How he loved those hands. Spirit looked into Stein’s luminous green eyes. “How long have آپ been awake?” The only light in the room that allowed them to see each other came from the moon light that spilled in through the cracks in the curtain.
“Not long.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, I didn’t want to wake you. آپ were sleeping so peacefully.”
“So you’ve been watching me sleep?” Spirit rolled over on his other side so his back was to Stein. “Perverted...

Stein and Spirit walked back to the motorcycle, Stein’s forehead still bleeding. “How are we going to drive all the way back to Death City tonight? We can’t do t with your head bleeding like that.”
Stein wiped at the blood. “We’ll have to get a hotel to stay in.”
“Fine. But let me drive there. آپ can hardly see with blood in your eye.”
“Good idea. آپ drive. That way I won’t have to deal with this pain. We’ll probably crash and die on impact.”
“I am an excellent driver!” Spirit got on the bike. “Just get on and keep your snide تبصرے to yourself for once.”
Stein...

Not really sure how to feel about it
somethin’ in the way آپ move
makes me feel like I can’t live without you
it takes me all the way,
I want آپ to stay…
    Ciel hugged his knees on the corner of his bed. His moon lit room seemed to glow with cold, lonely light as he looked up at the silvery moon. Ciel gave a long sigh. He had been waking in the middle of the night often now, and he couldn’t shake the کڑوا, تلخ feeling of loneliness from his mind. Ciel felt the corner of his eyes burn.
    Damn it…, the earl thought to himself. He honestly had...

Chrisko had a hard time making دوستوں at his new school.He moved to Choshi,Japan from Georgia in the United States.
He had learned Japanese سے طرف کی the time he moved to Japan so he had no problem speaking to the locals.He was just very shy and so
was unable to make friends.When he entered class he of course introduced himself to the class in a polite tone of voice and bowed
to the class before taking his نشست اگلے to a guy who was studying for an up-coming test.He was handsome but he looked like he
worked himself way too hard."Okay class,"began the teacher."We are having a test on the history of Japan."...