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Wednesday, March 7th, 5:09 pm Karin flinched when the bell above the door dinged. Bright turquoise eyes looked up from the counter they were behind and softened the minute they saw her. Toshiro held up a finger to her, as a sign to give him a minute, and then he returned to talking with the customer he was with - some unknown woman with long auburn hair. Karin moved over to stand next to a drum display, watching curiously. "You said your daughter knows how to play?" Toshiro asked. Karin hadn't noticed, but he had a saxophone in his hands that he was now taking apart piece by piece and putting away in an open case on the counter. The older

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ HitsuKarin AU  "Love" in the Key of C Major ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Saturday, August 5th, 1:37pm "Karin! Karin, look at this scarf!" "Come on, Yu... No more clothes." If there was anything more dangerous in the world than walking through the Kaimono District of Karakura with her twin sister, Karin Kurosaki didn't know of it. The Kaimono was old. Old cobblestone streets. Wide sidewalks. Vendors everywhere. Shops with their doors propped open, trying to lure you in to see what treasures they had for sale. Artists lined up along the sidewalk, offering the temptation of an open seat to take and pay for your own personal, ha

- - - - - - - - - - PART FIFTEEN: - - - - - - - - - - Toshiro felt the cold travel from his fingertips to the cup in his hand, cooling the small bit of liquid left at the bottom of it. He lifted the cup to his lips and swallowed the last of the terrible drink, unable to stop the weird face he made when the liquid burned down his esophagus. With a sigh, he pressed the cold, empty cup to one of his throbbing temples, hoping it would help some with the headache he couldn't seem to get rid of. How long had it been since he had tasted alcohol? At least a decade by his count. Maybe even two. He hated Sake. It was a vile drink that clouded his h

- - - - - - - - - - PART FOURTEEN: - - - - - - - - - - Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya had never allowed himself to be ruled by his emotions. But that didn't mean he didn't have any. His small, but strong hands pushed open the large double doors of the Captain's Hall, knowing full well the Head Captain would be there, waiting for him. The elderly man stood not at his usual place at the back of the hall, but off to the side, near a wall, speaking with Captain Ukitake. Toshiro was glad. Not being in his normal position would make it seem just the slightest bit more like he and the Head Captain were on equal ground. The minute the head of the 13

- - - - - - - - - - PART THIRTEEN: - - - - - - - - - - Toshiro leaned against the wall outside the 10th Division Office - his ever faithful busty lieutenant close beside him. A Soul Reaper clothed Rukia stood nearby, staring at the door, completely unmoving - not even to blink. They waited in silence, attempting to ignore the muffled sounds inside the office. Crying, mostly. As much from Ichigo as from his now passed sister. But it was hard, considering the heightened senses of the three hallway occupants. Heightened senses that immediately picked up on the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. Toshiro straightened and turned with

- - - - - - - - - - PART TWELVE: - - - - - - - - - - As was the way of the universe, the moment Toshiro left Karin's side, she woke up. He had been sitting beside her, watching her sleep on the couch across from him while he worked on the table, sitting on the floor, surrounded by paperwork. When at last Matsumoto came to tell him he was needed elsewhere, hours had passed and he was severely cramped up. Toshiro reached his arm over his head, hearing his bones crack. He stood and hesitated. Surely Karin would stay asleep for fifteen more minutes while he ran out quickly? "Don't leave her, Matsumoto," he ordered his subordinate – know

- - - - - - - - - - PART ELEVEN: - - - - - - - - - - If the procedure was supposed to be painful, Karin didn't feel a thing. Because the moment they had her lay down on the couch in the Head Captain's office, and Head Captain Yamamoto himself placed his hands on her stomach, her entire body lurched, and then went limp. She had gone unconscious. "Karin!"  Toshiro shouted, immediately taking a step forward from where he had been positioned at the door. Unohana, whom the Head Captain had called to be readily available should anything go wrong, stretched her arm in front of Captain Hitsugaya – halting him in his tracks. She didn't say

X-Tennyson Part Twelve:  There's An App For That ~~~~~~~~~~ Ping… Ping… Ding-Ding… Ping-Ping-Ping-Ping… "So was it like touching Rogue or something?" Ding-Ding-Ding… Ping… Ding… Ping- Ping-CLANK. "No, not exactly. It was more like, listening to that airy, scratchy noise that plays in the background of old records." Ding… Pinga-Ping… Ping… Ding-Ding… Pinga-Ping… "And watching everything in black and white…?" Ping… Ping… Ding-Ding… Ping-Ping-Ping-Ping-CLANK. "Yeah. Like an old movie. With no sound. Just scratchy airy noise." Ding-Ding-Ding… Ping…

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Prisoners of War and Victims of Love Epilogue - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - SOME WEEKS LATER… One… Two… One… Two… Left. Left. Right. Left. Left. Kick. Right. Kick. Right. Right. Kallen jumped back, dancing on the cushioned platform. She rolled her shoulder a few times. For the first time in so long, there was no pain when she did so. Smiling, she attacked the punching bag again. Kick. Left. Kick. Kick. Left. Right. Right. Left. Kick. She stopped, and looked across the cracked white paint of the workout room walls, to the clock high

Ouran High School Host Club Tale: Part Six: Whispers in the Floorboards ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." - William Shakespeare ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Just because I like to act like a kid, doesn't mean I am one. I'm sure there's a lot of people in the world who are the same way. You just want to make everything brighter. Just think about al the good stuff in life - friends, cake, toys... And even though your outside is sparkly and happy all the time, when you're alone... Things suddenly get a lot more serious. I don't like to be in that place. Mori knows that. I'm sure even Haruhi an

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - GaaHina Musical OneShot Stranger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lavender eyes cried glass tears. They fell like rain, soaking into the soft green ground under her. And she couldn't make them stop. The one she loved... The one she had done all this for... Had chosen another in the end. He didn't want her. He never did. Hinata felt another round of sobs climbing up her throat. Desperately, she tried to choke them down. They went down for only a moment, and then the thought of Sakura - her chamber maid - in the arms of her love made them return with vig

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - InoSai Musical OneShot Elevator Love Letter - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ino stepped into the spacious silver and blue elevator in the lobby of her building. It was a long ride up to her penthouse apartment on the top floor. She sighed, pulling off her uncomfortable heels the minute the door closed and falling a few inches in height. Her eyes dropped to the floor sadly. Another night with another man she knew she would never love. Another night drowning her misery in silk sheets and waves of ecstasy. Another walk of shame up to her empty home. S

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ShikaTema Musical OneShot Speak Now… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It had never been my intention to make a scene. But I couldn't resist wearing purple. For his sake. And if that meant that I walked up the Church steps in a royal purple, spaghetti strap dress with a V shaped breast that fell down to the middle of my calves and looked more like a silk nightgown than something you might wear to attend a wedding... Then so be it. "You look really nice in purple," I whispered his words from so many months ago, and they gave me the strength to pu

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - NejiTen Music Festival OneShot Somewhere Only We Know… - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Neji's footsteps were too quiet. He watched the sidewalk move along underneath his feet, scrutinizing any little distracting detail he could find. A leaf he stepped on. A pebble near where the sidewalk met the grass. The words imprinted in every 4th or 5th cement square. CITY OF KONOHA they said. He stopped, looked up. Around him, a grayness had fallen on his once bright street. A grayness in the clouds, that muddled them together and made it impossible to te

- - - - - - - - - - Chapter One:  Beings - - - - - - - - - - "Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending." -Maria Robinson - - - - - - - - - - I created equivalent exchange. It was my idea way back when the world was first beginning and the very first Alchemist was born. Back then the world was a lot simpler for humans, and oh so difficult for us - the beings - who watch over you. Who take care of you. Alchemists reside in my world. Amestris. It was the world given to me by my mother when I became of age. Technically, I suppose it would be considered somewhere around 15 or 16, but in

- - - - - - - - - - Chapter Two:  Crossing Over - - - - - - - - - - "Don't go around saying the world owes you a living.  The world owes you nothing.  It was here first."   ~Mark Twain - - - - - - - - - - I kept a close eye on those three. Winry, Alphonse, and Edward. - When Ed and Al's father left, I was there. I stood at the bottom of the porch steps in the cold black night while Trisha and Hoienhem exchanged hushed words of sadness and regret. Trisha begged him to stay, even if it meant watching him die in the early years of her children. Hoienhem refused. He would rather leave now and have his sons

- - - - - - - - - - Chapter Three:  Reading A Good Book - - - - - - - - - - "Life is simple, but it's not easy." ~Author Unknown - - - - - - - - - - "Hello Truth." Truth is what I called this being. He was a pure white body mass who took the form of what looked like a human, but no one - not even I - knew what it really was. "Hello Mistress." Don't ask me why it feels the need to title me. I have told Truth over and over again that it can simply call me 'Amestris', but it was resigned to call me 'Master', which later became 'Mistress'. I don't necessarily like being called 'Mistress', but I have given up trying to argue with Truth.

- - - - - - - - - - Chapter Four:  Contents of an Amnesiac's Pocket - - - - - - - - - - "He couldn't quite touch it, and his knees now were pressed against the wall; he could bend them no farther." ~ Contents of a Dead Man's Pocket - - - - - - - - - - The smaller hands of the blond teen named Derek Fletcher Tringham touched Winry's and took the paper from them. He lifted it up and pointed at two different corners of the disfigured sheet and then handed it back. Winry chuckled lightly at his childish way of explaining it. It was hard to believe this kid was 18 years old. She folded the paper as he explained, watching as he did the same

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bleach OneShot: Toshiro & Karin Alternate Reality ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Love is a game that two can play and both win."   - Eva Gabor ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Snowy, we need to get you a girlfriend." Toshiro Hitsugaya, an average High School Freshman of age fifteen, walked along the road near the park that would take him to his home in Karakura, Japan. Beside him was his best friend MoMo Hinamori - also a fifteen year old Freshman who went to the same school as him, but in a different class - whom he had known since the first grade. He wore a plain white T-Shirt underneath a long-sleeve grey jacket with red

"Remind me again why I am coming along on this errand?" Rangiku threw her car in park and looked over at her sour President passenger. He had been in a much better mood when she had left him at the park earlier. It was a shame he was back to his old, stiff self. "Because you're the President, sir," she told him, unnecessarily happy as always, "You're the one who hands out demerits. I'm just the chauffer." Toshiro sighed. He'd been halfway home when Rangiku called about some last minute detention notices that needed to be dropped off tonight. She had completely forgotten about them until seven o'clock, and then eagerly swung by to pick him

Toshiro was having a hard time focusing on his studies. This was strange. Usually he could block out just about anything and give his work his full attention. Oddly enough, it wasn't thoughts of Karin or the after school soccer game that were bothering him… It was Ichigo. Every time Toshiro looked, the carrot-top was staring at him. He wasn't hostile or anything, but the staring was weirding even  Toshiro  out. It was like Ichigo was…  analyzing him. So the first thing Toshiro did when he sat down at their lunch table that day was very calmly and tactfully approached the subject. "What is your  problem,  Kurosaki?" Yeah. Or no

"President? Hiding again?" Toshiro rolled his eyes - too frustrated to even put into words. "Apparently not well enough, since you keep finding me," he hissed under his breath. Rangiku blinked at him - confused. She had been heading to the concession stand when she spotted Toshiro in the shadow beneath the bleachers, against the back wall of the restrooms/concession stand building. It was an interesting design, having the building and the bleachers back-to-back, but there was a large sign only a few feet away that clearly said: NO ON IS PERMITTED UNDER THE BLEACHERS FOR ANY REASON! "Rangiku? Why'd you disappear like… that…?" MoMo