Foreword (of sort): This will most likely not make sense for a lot of people, unless they possess my bizarre, haphazard wavelength of thought. Most parts are based on canonical events tampered with an unfortunate abuse of bad imagination and creative license. Cue abundant confusion. But regardless, a mother cannot despise the labouring of her child ( Read more... )

Dead now. Be back later.

for riiche ♥

THE NTH REPEAT
it's a vicious cycle
Fuji/Yuuta. 1,785 words. Prince of Tennis.

1:It rains in sleets on the day you leave. The temperature is cold outside but he insists on seeing you off at the station. I can help you carry the luggage, he says, smiling benignly. You watch him put on his long-sleeved coat, one ( Read more... )