"Hey," Jin's groggy voice rasps through the electronic silence, just after the ringing stops ( Read more... )

A dusty wasteland a usual sight for Akanishi Jin. He often prowled these desolate parts in search for buried treasure; the unsightly vision of death not intimidating him in the least. He shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight directly above and scoped the scene. The landscape was dominated by the large doughnut There were barren trees and dry ( Read more... )

It's an Indian summer when you go back to Japan. Your luggage decorate the parlor, soiled clothes still unpacked. You wonder what's next. After where you've gone, what's next? You're in that inevitable downward spiral, and it's unlikely you'll ever go back to your former glory. You collapse on your couch, your ears are still blocked from the change ( Read more... )

The moment he packed his bags and went out the door, you held your ground and said nothing. You looked to the future and saw him coming back. He'd always come back, no matter what. You sat and watched as he quested for his Chimera, thinking that he might just be crazy enough to make it work. You smirked, and in your head you wished him your best, ( Read more... )

( A continuation to something sweet )

It's a friday night and it's busy. All the people are but mere shadows rocking to the music, bumping to every beat, gyrating anonymously. The lights flash on and off, giving a momentary flash of reality. Unusual orange-tinted glasses shield his eyes that are sweeping dance floor for that familiar movement. He stands awkwardly in the crowd, waiting ( Read more... )

because I'm bored and should be off studying some disease bleh.

( Something short, and hopefully, sweet )

( You don't need me to be your mother, you already have one. )