LuciaDuvant

"This day gets curiouser and curiouser" Orihime said to no-one but herself as she walked towards the raucous laughter. It had been hours since she'd found herself intruiged by the white-faced man "Oh my wings and tail, I'm late" he stated and moved swiftly into the tunnel. She remembered she was fascinated by his looks and statement, especially as he pulled out a large gold pocket watch from the folds of his pristine robes and tapped it a few times, before hiding it again. Orihime knew she should be studying for school, but couldn't help but follow this man into the tunnel. Now she stood at the entrance to a high walled garden. In front of

Daisuke and Dark trying on clothes (or even taking them off!) I decided to write a fic entirely of speech. You can let your imagination decide the background of it. Its only a one-shot. There won't be anymore. ------------------------------------------------ "ya'know that outfit looks good on you." "My mom dressed me. Are you being funny?" "I still think it looks good on you." "Dark, are you trying to flirt with me?" "Me?" "Yes, you." "No." "No? Are you sure?" "Well... maybe a little." "I knew it!" "But its true, that outfit is so tight fitting, it shows off every inch of your body. Makes me want to remove it right now." "I only

Ron was slouched at a table in the pub, a pint of Devil's Brew in front of him. He was deep in thought. "Hallo Weasleby, fancy seeing you here" Draco smirked at him. "Sod off Malfoy, I'm not in the mood for you at the moment." Draco pulled up a chair and sat down at the opposite side of the table from Ron. "I told you - go away!" Ron snapped at him. Draco made no move. "Seriously, I don't know what Harry sees in you. You're ugly as hell, annoying and really think your something." "I'll tell you what he likes about me. He thinks I'm cute, I've got a fit body and I can give him a damn good fucking." Ron laughed. "You really think I care

I was the best, I'd worked hard for this place, everyone knew my name, I was famous. But fame wasn't everything, most of the time it came with a price, and for me that cost was loneliness. I never shared myself with anyone, I was a private person, I always tried to put out an image, a front if you like, of something I tried to be. I was already famous, successful, but I tried to pretend that I wasn't lonely or unloved, but inside... well inside I felt my heart was being eaten away by it. I never found anyone who I could be really close to. Men... women... all were awestruck about being near me "Wow... You're Sephiroth! You're Great!" I just

Roy and Envy stood there talking, or rather shouting at each other "You do know he'll die, don't you care?" "What's it to do with you whether I care or not."  Envy grinned at him "You like him don't you?" "NO! I don't care about him. If he dies then Homunculus will live!" "Will you stop talking like I'm not here!!!!" Ed screamed at them. But they both ignored him. "Now go away, I want to torture him some more," grinned Envy. It was obvious that Roy couldn't win this battle at the present time, so he stormed off. Looking at Ed, Envy's smile was that of manic pleasure. "Now, where were we?" Ed was still chained up hanging from the wall.