iamthemarvelqueen

You knew from the beginning that Yato had killed someone. It was in the way he held himself: a countenance that struggled to hold a burden made from cement blocks. It was in his words: a vibration of repressed pain that echoed throughout each and every thought escaping his chapped lips. Most of all, however, it was in his eyes: a slight narrow whenever he'd think of the past and a strong effort to keep the misery from their depths. You had never said a word about knowing this; you didn't want the subject to come up. You didn't know if you could handle hearing the truth out loud. "y/n-chan," your friend muttered from behind. You fought the u

The Visitor  Ciel looked up from his work, annoyed by the doorbell's ring.  Sebastian turned his head from the elegant dessert he was cutting up for his master.    "Shall I get that?" He asked his master.  Ciel sighed in anger.  "Go."  He ordered, returning to his work.  Sebastian did as he said.  He went to the front door, opening it quietly.  "Can I help you?" He asked the visitor.  The woman, wearing a red waist coat over a black halter-top and thin black slacks, smiled.    "Yes," she replied.  "I have business with Lord Phantomhive."  A strike of lightening flashed in the background and revealed a man in black and white standin

The Girl With Kid's Blood--How Could I Ever Regain Your Trust? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter: 4 Story Type: OC Fanfic Manga Realm: Soul Eater Remarks: Swearing and Violence ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Eithia turned away from Cross and re-gripped Arrow. It was coming.  Cross stumbled up from the dirt, following her gaze. The sound of deep, pounding footsteps headed for them--and waiting for it made the three's anxiety grow. Another hulking beast stepped from the brush. Its arms were larger than its body, dragging across the dirt with each step while its bare torso and black-pant-covered legs

You knew from the beginning that Yato had killed someone. It was in the way he held himself: a countenance that struggled to hold a burden made from cement blocks. It was in his words: a vibration of repressed pain that echoed throughout each and every thought escaping his chapped lips. Most of all, however, it was in his eyes: a slight narrow whenever he'd think of the past and a strong effort to keep the misery from their depths. You had never said a word about knowing this; you didn't want the subject to come up. You didn't know if you could handle hearing the truth out loud. "y/n-chan," your friend muttered from behind. You fought the u

~~Number XV~Begin   "Friends," Xemnas began as Luxord and a hooded girl walked into the room. "Allow me to introduce a new member to Organization XIII-"Luxord removed the girl's hood."-Xalice, Number XV."   The girl opened her eyes and stared at the other members in the chairs around her. They looked down at her, some appearing amused, some appearing surprised, and others unsurprised at the fact that yet another person was wearing the coat. They didn't show much emotion, however...except seemingly Xemnas...   Xemnas smiled at her and Xalice shivered a little. The smile seemed almost...evil.   "She i

Chapter I Been a little while but I'm still battling Moving fast while you's just prattling No time for me No tangling Hit you in the spot with no angle and I'm not a princess (A lot of anger in it) Not your cutie girlfriend, oh no don't you know?   　 　 “Run!” She’d screamed to herself. It was unnecessary, but she had to keep going. She wasn’t even entirely sure what was following her. It was just…black and slimy and…big. She tripped--of course she tripped--and slid into the harsh gravel. Looking up, the world was no different than it had been before. And yet…she couldn&

  She ran far until her feet cried out; her shoes had torn on the sole, leaving only her bare feet to graze the edges of the branches.  Alice bit her lip.  Her body was growing weak again. How much longer could she run?  She didn't have to wonder long……..  A moment later, she tripped and fell through to the ground; it released and she plummeted down a dark hole.  The red cloaked woman glanced at the intruder, momentarily moving her eyes from the boy on her kitchen table.  The girl attempted to sit up, her brown hair dropping over her shoulders and dripping with water.  She struggled to push herself up.    The red cloaked wo

She stands after the battle is all said and done, Her body is weary from the efforts, But somehow stronger, too. She holds her head up, Bathed in light and open arms. She wants to do something now; She wants to make her choice. She could live in any world she wanted. The door was unhinged, Its darkness no longer a threat to her Well-being. She had the freedom to decide. The day after….  Akira set another jacket in her suitcase.  Then, she rubbed the bandage on her hand where the burn still healed.  There were more  wrappings on her neck where she'd been scratched.  Akira sat on her empty bed and sighed.  She'd run out of t