Just something I finally got around to finishing.  My first time trying the 2nd person POV and I really like it!  :]

In This Moment
Tokyo DOGS drabble
Sou Takakura x Yuki Matsunaga
Episode 7 (I believe?  I'm too lazy to go back & check)
( You should be panicking )

It's been more than a year since I've posted in my LJ.  I swear I didn't mean to neglect it on purpose. D;  Life is stupid and unpredictable, and so is my muse.  There are tons of barely started and unfinished pieces lying on my laptop collecting dust, like this little piece here.

It amazes me how, even after a year or two not keeping up with the ( Read more... )

 First update in months, and I present my newest OTP!  I finished watching "Tokyo DOGS" and that show is epic. Seriously as epic as Kurosagi and NWP at some parts. I never thought I would say this: but I have a crush on Oguri Shun after watching that drama (Sorry, Yamapi). More accurately, it would be his character Takakura Sou (I'm really really ( Read more... )

 I'm back after more than half a year.  Wowies, that's a long time.  I haven't been writing as much as I would have liked.  Life and college work makes sure I don't have the inspiration or time for it anymore.  Although I do have a few fics sitting in my computer waiting to be finished.  I will do my best and hopefully get back into writing mode ( Read more... )

When Kurosaki realized that he maybe, possibly sees Yoshida as more than a tenant, he promptly fell off his bed.  The idea was just absurd.  So he instantly denied it, pushing all such thoughts to the back of his mind, where they fermented into something heady, intoxicating, forbidden.

And while he set out to defeat and conquer all the swindlers ( Read more... )

Tsurara had never seen Kurosaki, suave and composed professional swindler, disheveled. As in blindly stumbling and crashing against buildings and light posts, red faced and hair tousled. She had felt rather than seen him, almost falling from the impact of his larger body against her back.

Just as heavy as his physical weight on her small frame, ( Read more... )

Do you love me?

Tsurara stared at the paper, incredulous she had written such words.  She grabbed an eraser, frantically rubbing the words from the face of the letter, only to stare in disbelief as they remained.

She shook her head.  Of course, it was written in ink.  No matter how hard she tried, it would remain there, blatantly declaring the ( Read more... )

Regret is something that haunts Kagome, mocking her weakness and sad attempts to move on.  It follows her everywhere in her waking hours.  It comes in the sound of childish laughter, in the brilliance and sweetness of the spring flowers, in orange and yellow checkered fabric.

Sometimes, at night, she can forget and escape, but usually, regret ( Read more... )

Kurosaki growled into his pillow as wails ripped through the quiet night.  He buried his head under the pillow as they grew louder, intent on trying to continue sleeping, only to have a cold foot kick his shin.

“It’s your turn,” she mumbled sleepily.  He hissed as the kicks increased in frequency and strength.  Throwing his pillow at her head, he ( Read more... )

Tsurara raced down the street, doing her best to dodge the fat drops of rain that fell from the sky.  She held her backpack over her head in a sad attempt to replace the tattered and broken umbrella she had abandoned a few blocks back.  Gusts of wind blew through her soaked uniform and chilled her to the bone.

Catching sight of the school ahead, a ( Read more... )