xDD I'm back
I'm back, and totally excited to return.
I came to terms with my mother and my mother reached an agreement with Telefonica.
But I can only update Saturday. TT__TT
As a matter of my work and the PPU are a little strong and I must study more diligently. ("Without so much Internet sales then distracted and thinking of the shrew," He said Mom)
But ... enough of that. I returned and I have almost completed my Library Table, I only have three titles alone. And some (3 or 4 I believe) are original. Enjoy
.! ¬ ¬ And I want cookie. Here are ...
Voices in a haunted room
- Hi ...
- Hello!
Voices fourth dark echoes of his own voice that he was extremely irritating. But that irritation was afraid, Have you noticed a lot? In fact, yes.
But nobody saw it, was in the loneliest place in the world and had as his only companion a silent shadow. Was thus left voluntarily isolated fact.
He leaned against a wall, beginning to hum softly a song either, trying to ignore the little voice back at him humming. He rolled his eyes to still hear the echo, the echo-that-I was going crazy, maybe he should leave the room and find a more open, where all that was heard was his voice, the original and not so dull echo heard back on those days.
A grin appeared on his face, maybe he was spending too much time alone, if it began to consider the echo as a separate entity.
sighed, isolation had no name, despite the stubborn they were his friends believe it was her fault.
Blah, blah, blah, tell him if you ask-but do not ask-it had nothing to do. He was a philosopher in the desert looking for his philosophy, just a temporary hermit in search of the wisdom of silence.
Yeah ... sure, "he mockingly respond with a gesture of" Yes, I think, going, as I will not believe " if he answered the question, but have asked, therefore has not responded and are not going to respond with that answer.
Perhaps it is time that the hermit, is he back as a social being, including the need for social contact if you want once a month.
If I had learned nothing from that silence, even if all they had discovered was a spider weaving its web in the corner left and slightly dark room, but the only thing you found in your search of quiet wisdom, has been the convinced that the room was haunted by the sinister echoes.
Despite all this, and its goals frustrated by God-knows-what-reasons, Leo could be almost sure that his "journey" interior had worked, for some reason felt he now knew more and felt capable of anything.
even sleep in a haunted place, was convinced I did sleep in that room.
was capable of anything. Absolutely everything. Therefore
Leo decided it was time to get out of the attic and go about your normal life was suspended for 2 weeks, during which his social circle was reduced to the spider from the corner watching him closely during his walks by rampant the narrowness of the attic.
So, opening the attic hatch and crossing before leaving, and muttering something about needed to bring an exorcist, came to the glare of the lower floors.
A smile greeted him at the bottom of the trap. A smile that he accounted for half as anticipated the kitchen to get some junk food.
- Welcome back to the living. I've missed. Leo smiled condescendingly
the boy looked at him, no one could understand the meaning of their stay in the haunted room called "Attic" by the inhabitants of the house.
However, at that time was unsure of something.
had heard voices that were not mere echoes, and thanks to them now had a mission:
"Discover" the spy who had lurked in the attic, probably worried, looking from the bottom-floor crack and knew who he was, but wanted to make the game interesting.
And that mission was definitely divine communication. Perfect synchronization with the master of the white beard who lived in heaven.
Leo did not need any excuse to smile seductively at the boy beside him helping him look for chocolate chip cookies in the cupboard.
Excellent.
The Mirror and the Mask
Subaru Sumeragi is pure, transparent and fragile. Feel the pain of others as his own, his tender soul pays penalties need not pay, he suffers for others but not have to. It is part of its essence to sacrifice for others, and demonstrated concern. Never worry about it, but for those who suffer. Subaru makes the pain And you, as if doing so would ease the suffering person. And when the pain is too hides itself, and not think, does not talk, eat, live.
Hokuto-chan why should protect, because Subaru did not realize when things reach their limit. Since Subaru does not care about yourself, Hokuto-chan does far and requested care. As in that moment, when Subaru is in the fragile barrier between the pain and madness, when fully enclosed within itself. Hokuto
not stand the suffering of her sister, she should not have let that pass. She knew, sensed, which would be the tragic end of the story but wanted that to happen, decided to trust the vet, in Seichirou Sakurazuka.
And his wishes had been emptied, Subaru was on the verge of death, closed in itself in that bed, without even moving a little without the will to live and all for love Seichirou, for 'match' their love.
But cruel surprise then that he struck the awning that covered up the lie, and then Seichirou the Sakurazukamori had won the bet, and Subaru had been destroyed. Hokuto
ever remembered what he had told that if Subaru Sakurazukamori love someone and that someone is disappointed, Subaru suffer more than it could bear.
Well, his words were met, Subaru suffered and could not resist. And sooner or later Subaru Seichirou kill, after all ... The Sakurazukamori never abandon a dam.
And Seichirou ... What was ... because Subaru hurt you? Hokuto
sobbed, hiding her face in her hands, she had realized from the beginning, the mask covering the face kind of vet or rather of the kind mask covering the face of the veterinarian.
Their suspicions were correct and their perception more than the Subaru when feelings.
The Seichirou-san that she had known, Seichirou Subaru-san was in love, probably not exist in that world. It was just a mask, a mask capable of destroying the fragile heart of Subaru. Hokuto
sobbed harder on the chair, looking at his brother almost breathless and pale colors ...
The resulting comparison of their thoughts mourn made harder. Because
Subaru has always been fragile, pure, transparent, a double image herself, and had always Seichirou hidden his true face, its true intentions. Hokuto
, his face bathed in tears rolling fast down her cheeks, stood up, determined to avoid the death of his twin, even if she were to die in his place.
She seen trust in Seichirou-san, and give them a chance, try a couple as dissimilar as they might have a chance, but only possible in the very distant future, but hated to Seichirou Subaru as Hokuto was to propose. She would.
For his twin, his "friend."
I would do in the mirror and the mask, the fragility and cynicism. I would do both. Hokuto
and left the room, determined as never before to prevent this happening but to end his life ... Just as you would
...
The fallen angel "Not even he managed to protect, all he did was to shrink in a corner of the room and mourn silently, without a sound, just tears rolling down her cheeks. And he has not said a word, just look straight wall staring, they do not know what to do, you should question him, after all is your case "
did not want to continue hearing it, but words spoken by his companion echoed over and over again in his mind, he knew it was entirely his fault and his fault alone. That creature so beautiful and powerfully evil had fallen in that way, so lost, so lonely, so suffering. So ...
human.
People on the street to noise, noisy, and had too many lights. She grimaced and closed his eyes tightly trying to ignore everything, even the desolation, he supposed, that creature radiated, reflected in the words of his companion. His mind wandered and I felt a lump in the throat to imagine the tears rolling down the cheeks of the angel.
After Al was an angel, evil and all, was an angel. And the angel more beautiful than Jean had seen in his long life of spiritual detective.
The beauty of this angel in question does not make your work easier, in fact difficult in large dimensions, just imagine that someone so beautiful could kill so many people was totally absurd .... But he had done, and beautiful or not, had killed many humans, throwing the balance between human and superhuman beings. Therefore
Jean had called for settling the case, and he, as always, interested in complicated cases, he enlisted. Not knowing that this would be the case that would be terrible.
sighed, leaning against a phone booth and lighting a cigarette. He inhaled the smoke deeply, with his head in a mess.
At that time would be impossible for a normal person and be able to withdraw from the case. But could not. It was Jean Smith, spiritual detective. And the better in such cases.
But who would say that this case would involve their own feelings, Jean swallowed hard at the thought, the angel had part of his thoughts.
would think that his arrest was because they had solved the case without him. But this time was quite different, he did not want the case to be resolved. I wanted the angel would not suffer. Jean
found its reflection in horror How had he allowed that to happen? How could he ...? How was it possible to lose your professionalism? ... But once they went unanswered and only managed to close my eyes tortured expression.
That angel was right where I wanted, and then Jean just wanted to release it, indulge the desire of the creature, crying, crying for him in oppressive silence (because Jean knew it, the angel did not speak because I loved him, and just talk to him).
Although it cost him his life would, consoled by the angel that had robbed him of reason, had just realized that the wound was mutual.
God could not be fair, not as a fallen angel could be so beautiful like that, it was unfair that Jean was in love, shuddered at the thought, of an angel who no longer belonged to the heavenly court.
was as if the whole world had to be just the angel who had succeeded Jean cease to look at your life as if in third person and to engage directly with their feelings.
Jean sighed, thinking of the disaster looming over him, yet knowing love trembled at the mention of the word of the angel.
It was just a fallen angel that was so damn beautiful.
Wuthering
- Avanza, missing only a few miles!
A groan came from the mouth of Miyagi. I was totally sullen, did not like to exercise and Shinobu had two hours with the same story that was within a few miles to reach the summit. Shinobu
veered eyes, down so far in front to catch up Miyagi to whip forward.
- Avanza, come on, it is almost, now if you seriously. Miyagi
closed his eyes pouting connoisseur of Shinobu, and not wanting to risk a very short walk to please. And Shinobu realized, so he started to spin his side.
- Let Miyagi! It costs you nothing.
Miyagi sighed and opened his eyes to tell him that I was really tired, and was not in his plans for the day to climb Mount Fuji, but seeing the face of Shinobu, with the usual pot, withdrew its plans.
Another sigh, this time resigned, left his lips. And nodded slightly. Shinobu smiled
happy and him by the hand began to tug it to the summit. Miyagi
looked at the sky, black clouds loomed in the west. Looks like we will have a somewhat stormy weather
, with lots of rain. He walked on, I was sure there was a nearby inn.
The terrorist was going to atone for their sins in a delicious way.
- Miyagi, what are you thinking?
The professor shrugged and Shinobu, perhaps impulsively kissed him.
- Come on.
The blush that spread Shinobu's face was priceless. Miyagi caught her lips again and smiled. Inn suddenly sounded very far away.
And it seemed that by that time - as always, the terrorist won.
Territories
He smiled ironically, knew that would never dare to disobey an order given under such circumstances. He knew very well where their power and began where it ended, just where he began his. Miguel
brandished his sword, which flashed with the glow of the sun, his brow furrowed. I was seriously annoyed by the inconvenience that prevented her from slapping the greatest lieutenant of Diablo, seriously annoying. And then with Rafael complain that Mephistopheles was too annoying, and Rafael, as always, listen patiently and say that if it was written that Michael would defeat the Devil, it was understood that he could deal with Mephistopheles. Then Miguel
smile, as if an angel shows orders and forecasts of God.
But, this was his disappointment, he felt no anger, because it was a beautiful angel, no bad thoughts or evil in his heart or mind. A completely pure. Nevertheless had a certain uneasiness to remember that it was not the first time that Mephistopheles caused disasters on Earth and he had to fix them. Could not do Gabriel, and Uriel, archangel or another? Not that Michael is bothered by it, to serve God and humanity was his greatest satisfaction, the primary reason for their existence, and I enjoyed it. But ... he could not have been chosen to carry only good news, as Gabriel?
No, he could not.
But back to this, Mephistopheles had taken refuge in Forbidden Land, the threshold hell. If Michael was closer it would probably be surrounded and would cost a lot out of it healthy. Furthermore, God, preoccupied by his angels, had strictly forbidden the entrance to hell, leaving a maximum limit to the Forbidden Land. Therefore
Mephistopheles smiled ironically, I knew that Michael, ever, ever dare to disobey God, above all things His will was given to the commands of God, not for nothing was the warrior archangel, the first of all angels . And it was sure it would not foot across the threshold. Miguel
watched while this challenging him to leave the limit with his eyes. She looked so angelic when she was upset. He smiled, he had also been an angel once, it was foolish to use that word to describe Michael, who in fact if it was an angel. Mephistopheles
noticed that prowl both the Human World and was affecting him. Miguel looked again, this time examining it carefully, if indeed the angel was quite attractive. And understand that such devotion to St. Michael the Archangel.
Humans were idealists first, his devotion, firm, and his passion, captivating. The strength of belief in so many Christians to her stomach every time I was aware that sham was not all that many truly God's law still hard.
Miguel began to stir uneasy, and bothered him that Mephistopheles had remained fixed at him standing around doing nothing. His face was clearly the question "Do you go from there or I'll go back to Heaven?" Mephistopheles
returned to the physical world looked away from the archangel, and turning half turn, let out a laugh from her lips, plunging into the depths of Hell .
Miguel sighed, now back to the human world and fix the mess of Mephistopheles, then return to God and repeated (God already knew, but hear to Archangel, because not for nothing that God is patient and kind) to the report of the disasters, will narrate the human joy of seeing partly fixed their problems and would bring something unique to Earth, probably something done for love or any human creation of God worthy of applause.
and later played for the rest of the heavenly court lyre, accompanying with the verses of a human poet, then would talk about this man and would read his poetry.
And without even a backward glance, he turned, and sheathed his flaming sword back, securing it in his waist. Mephistopheles
hated not for wasting her angelic time, in fact Miguel, thanks to that, could help humans and again, listening to prayers and fixing disasters.
Michael loved his job, being the archangel was very good, could help humans, these creatures fascinating daughters of the Most High, while the will of God. Michael was happy to be Michael. So
evoking smiled the smile of a child and the mother's tender love, memory caused by the thought of the joy of being Michael. Deployed his beautiful and snowy wings, stretching them in their entirety and took flight, rising like a butterfly colorful, elegant and beautiful way to Earth.
But mired as it was the choice of the poet whose verses sing, did not realize that from deep black eyes watching him as sin, Mephistopheles if had cast a backward glance.
The Devil's territory will never be accepted or shared by the angels of God. And someday there would be, perhaps approaching, in which the angel intended to overcome the devil. Diablo
doors can not be against the doors of God. Angry
, Mephistopheles returned to the seventh circle of hell.
Hurricane bears your name
Hiroki sighs, taking his free hand to the hair, the other holds precariously coffee and a sheaf of papers. Nowaki
smiles, surrounded by children, which distributes candy as a reward for having endured the vaccines that were applied.
Both are far, Hiroki Nowaki in college and in the hospital. Hiroki
reputed to sour, it is a special taste to throw books at students and is feared for his temper.
Nowaki is adored by his young patients and is eagerly awaited in the pediatric ward of the hospital also has a reputation for loving and kind. Hiroki
is hysterical.
Nowaki is peaceful. Hiroki
wakes in a bad mood. Nowaki
morning worship "Although perhaps only that is adorable Hiroki grumbling and running from side to side.
And despite Hiroki might never have left, in their right mind, with someone so different from it, feel the knead it was inevitable. Nowaki
draws on the strength of a hurricane, leaving the chaos around him, causing mixed feelings, unable to reconcile, and then there is no force capable of resisting.
And just because the emotional chaos was one of the things that Hiroki vowed never again to feel, after the rejection of the writer, had bothered him so much Nowaki the insistent love.
And he was in check, holding her love away and at the same time, like a mother scolds a child mourn and cry watching it, with little detail of their existence and Nowaki shook himself from head to toe.
But still, and though it cost him to say aloud which was totally unnecessary as he looked at it see-Hiroki was grateful, grateful that he had been Nowaki who found him that day in the park.
And finally smiles at the memory of his lover, who loves him and nothing happens in the world will stop loving him.
Not even a hurricane.
A little sun in cold water
His cold, distant manners and his stern silence seemed to take its toll on the young man followed him, despite not speaking any more than necessary, to hear him enough and treat him as anyone, the boy was behind him, seeking his attention, and more.
Once across the door of his classroom sighed almost imperceptibly, and a slight hiss escaped his lips. I was a little exasperated by the insistence of Syusuke to have a relationship with him. A little too anxious. Uncomfortable, pleased, angry, pleased, and so contradictory adjectives. Immediately erased at a stroke all the thoughts, as if I never would have thought, and walked to his seat, ready to spend the rest of the morning listening class. Without Syusuke in his head. He did not because something was Tezuka Kunimitsu.
But a small pool of unease felt in his chest caused by the budding curiosity of how far would the genius of Seigaku in their attempts to conquer. But who could tell?, Syusuke was cryptic when it was, and though Tezuka felt I insist too much, the truth was that Syusuke not exaggerating his "seduction." It was seductive, obviously yes, but in a different way, not overtly but through double meanings that Tezuka could only fully understand.
understood perfectly the class, answered the questions perfectly, and once they had classes ended, he went to the tennis courts, train and direct the training of its players, because as captain should supervise. He ignored
Syusuke absolute throughout the training, really had no reason to turn to him in those two hours of training, so I did not speak.
stoically endured the noise caused by Eiji, and the screams of the toddler group Momoshiro after a painful 4-6, demanding a rematch denied the child smiling self.
endured the stares of Syusuke Inui and curiosity about the progress of Syusuke in the "conquest", everything, everything he endured, his face perfectly serene.
not lost his cool, calmly and trained after finishing training, he kept his racket into his bag, and firing the team slowly began to walk the path toward home.
Halfway Syusuke joined him, running with the excuse that his house was on the same route. Tezuka knew something.
A bit of idle talk, part of Syusuke smiles, nods from Tezuka. And finally, almost at the home of Tezuka, a question of genius:
- Eh ... you help me with some theorems of algebra?
And the kindness of the captain turning the corner, to help her "seductive" fellow classes and tennis.
- Okay.
Not a smile or a gesture of complicity, but Syusuke feels that is a step.
is just to ensure the presence of Tezuka at home for at least a couple of weeks. The longer holds, better and easier it is to catch his "prey." Fuji
Syusuke distinguishes a ray of sunshine in the cold water.
Suddenly
kiss And suddenly a kiss, a gentle touch as the flapping wings of a butterfly, a flood of emotions, a tender touch, a declaration, a challenge a threat, a capitulation, the essence of life in a second.
All possible and impossible compressed into a few fleeting moments of contact.
All the beauty of the world, seas, flowers, spring, winter, snow, autumn leaves, rainbow, colors, tastes, smells, everything, absolutely everything beautiful in the world of the galaxy, the universe in a very simple sense.
And all the sensation is yours, because they kiss the lips that are his, because the hand that walks through her hair is yours. And everyone is perfect in that moment that nothing, absolutely nothing can go wrong at that right moment, and that everything is said in its most pure and essential.
And happiness transcends consciousness. Until
separated and he smiles, everything is still perfect.
So perfect that it is implausible, fantastic, surreal, illogical, unrealistic, unbelievable, not even he can believe it but it is. His eyes are seeing, feeling it his arms, his heart perceiving. Go
lips curve into a smile and feel your heart racing, not seen that smile in a long time, so that does not remember much. Her green eyes reveal
happiness that pervades not yet want to go, can not depart from it, feels as if his body had been bolted to young hair black.
And it seems that he does not want to leave. Wolfram
feel good, you feel full, though Maou actions are not logical, loves, loves the way you kiss, love has been suddenly uninhibited. Ama has been Yuuri who took the initiative and not him.
And he knows that will not feel better in the arms of anyone, knows her place, the only one that fits perfectly is that, in the arms of young man who has imprisoned.
Maou Although sometimes not know what to do, but sometimes his indecision deeply hurt her heart, has decided it will always be at your side, take care of Greta and smile. Even when he canceled his commitment is known to remain next to Yuuri.
Even if your heart so blood and tears cascading fall, despite all the pain I know that will cause, I still love and follow him until death to snatch him.
Why ....
I love.
And that's it for this Saturday ^ ^
live my Internet back!
Wiii Wiii ... ... Wiii. Change
outside.
PS: Does anyone here has seen Kuroshitsuji?
is amazing!! * ¬ * and I want to finish watching it!
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