Away From Here :: ShizayaAway From Here
So maybe he was pissed off. Yeah it was raining outside correction: it wasn't just raining, it was a full-blown thunderstorm outside and he was completely soaked, but that was totally unimportant. Well, maybe not; it just contributed to his already crappy mood.
He'd woken up that morning to find out that his heater had broken again so his apartment was freezing. Then he'd burnt his toast and been late for work. Once at work, three people had managed to piss him off; the last of which had decided that it would be an absolutely brilliant idea to dump their coffee all over his shirt and vest. And to top it all off, a bird had crapped on him when he'd finally gotten off work.
Then it had started to rain, which the sky had been threatening to do all day.
So, needless to day, Shizuo had had a really crappy day and he was grumpy and on edge and pissed off.
And since he was in the area, he figured that the best idea would be to drop in on Izaya; either to ge
Shizuo is telling:
When I heard that I turned around. There, in front of me, stood my enemy since High School, Izaya. I looked at him.
"What are you doing Shizu-chan?~" said Izaya. He looked really happy, which annoyed me. I hated this flea
"Nothing, flea." I'm sure I looked pissed, but I didn't mind. Then he could see how much I hated him. Why did he have to come back? The only thing he did was annoy people. No one liked him
"Awwish~ Is there something there annoys you?" Izaya Asked.
"No, not something, someone. You annoy me. Why did you even come back? I thought you hated it here?" I took a smoke from my pocket, lightened it.
"You're so mean, Shizu-chan~" said Izaya.
"Why do you look so happy? It pisses me off " I asked him. How could he always be so happy? I almost always felt angry. I sighed. Maybe he'll go away if I don't get angry, I thought to myself.
"Why I'm happy? Hmm I don't know I just am~" he answered. "Well, b
Shizaya-Numb Chapter 1DISCLAIMER! Sadly, I do not own the wonderful Durarara!! and it's amazing characters. All rights belong to the creators.
Note This is my first time writing a fan fiction, so if it sucks well...deal with it. I'll accept criticism, but don't say anything unnecessary. Also, this will continue, but I would love feed back first ^^
I don't remember always feeling so numb. Not in the physical sense, but more in the psychological. I used to have friends. People who actually cared about me, wanted to be around me, wanted to make sure I stayed who I was. I know the change wasn't gradual, otherwise people wouldn't have noticed as much. It was just like something in my brain stopped connecting with the other bits, and changed my personality for the worst. Sometimes, I wish I could go back and fix what I did to all those people... No. I don't care about making it better with them I just wish, as if it were possible, that I could make it better with one certa
Shizaya: ComplicatedIt was a cold, stormy day in Tokyo, and it didn't look like the weather would be clearing up any time soon. After all, it had been just as gloomy all week, and there had even been a small blackout a couple of days ago. To most people, this dreary weather was getting annoying, but Izaya didn't care. At first, it was amusing to watch how the weather affected the behavior of Ikebukuro's and Shinjuku's citizens. Now, however, the weather was getting to him, maybe just a little.
He wasn't sure exactly how he had gotten himself into this mood. All he knew was that he had started thinking about some rather trivial things and he hadn't been getting much sleep lately. Nevertheless, here he was, walking down the sidewalk in Ikebukuro, soaking wet with his jacket's hood up on his head. When he had left Shinjuku earlier, he had decided to find someone he knew and pester them, but after about two and a half hours of wandering around, he was back to staring off into space and thinking.
Mio Sole. Chapter 20. SpamanoRating: T+ or M depends on how you feel about certain topics
Note: Every ten chapters I post a journal, so read this chapter first then see the journal okay? Thanks.
After a few fruitless attempts to keep the sun out of his eyes and remain comfortable Romano sat up in bed grudgingly and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hands. He sniffled and yawned when he heard a giggle from across the bed. He glanced over, his vision still hazy, and growled.
"What the hell ya think ya laughin' at Feli?" Romano grunted stretching his back and shoulders. Veneziano only giggled and nuzzled himself into Romano's waist, wrapping his arms around Romano's hips. Romano sighed and began patting his hair with one hand. He glanced at Veneziano's figure splayed on the bed next to him.
Those clothes look fami- wait a minute!
"Feli why the hell are you in my clothes?"
"Hnn?" Veneziano looked down
Caught In A Shitstorm part 7- SpainXfem!Romano ..MIND. FUCK.
Actually, that wasn't even a mind fuck. That was a fucking MIND ANNIHALATION.
What the hell just happened?
Did he really and did I seriously and Antonio he .
I don't even know.
Alright. Calm down, Lovina. Just take a deep breath and ignore the fact that your shared a kiss with the albino potato bastard on your bed, and that it was actually pretty nice, and that the tomato bastard, himself, witnessed the whole thing SHIT!
And now, here I am, sitting on my bed, my hair a mess, my jaw hanging open like a fucking idiot, and there, at my doorway, is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
And let me tell you something, dearies.
He didn't look very happy. Nope. Not one bit.
His green eyes were expressionless, his jaw was rigid, and he was gripping the doorframe in a way that suggested that he was ready for cold-blooded murder.
So, what the hell am I supposed to do?
Now would be a good time for some help, peoples.
Frozen Pt.1Pairing: RusCan x <3
Canada: (Matthew Williams)
Russia: (Ivan Braginski)
WARNING: Though the first chapter dose not contain yaoi there may be a chapter or 10 that do! do not read on if you don't like it!
Matthew sat down at the giant oval shaped table and opened his notebooks preparing for the world meeting that was to take place.
He looked up at the clock it was 12:00pm he was an hour early as usual then he would stay and hour after to clean up he didn't like leaving all the work to the maids.
They had to go through enough with their demanding bosses and wearing skimpy uncomfortable outfits.
He looked down admiring his handy work, pencils and pens aligned and spaced evenly with the various notebooks sitting on top one another.
Even though he knew he would end up doodling something about hockey or maple syrup when he became bored of the useless bickering that would lead to no where.
"Who?" Kumajiro chimed in. Matthew looked down at his pet polar bear who was pati
Two Weeks of Sunshine - 1Title: Two Weeks of Sunshine
Character(s) or Pairing(s): England/France with a side dash of US/UK and numerous others
Summary: AU. What Arthur had expected on his trip of the vineyards of France was solitude, good wine, and a quiet end to his rather disastrous love life. What he had not expected was a hostel in Rome with a Frenchman, no wine and rainy start to a long summer.
The City of Paris was everything Arthur Kirkland had expected. Immense, vociferous and - above all else - French. Call him a British man to the end but he preferred the meandering streets of London to the cramped roads of La Ville-Lumière. But thats not to say he was completely opposed to French culture. Despite their terrible military history, supercilious culinary views and general French-ness Arthur would not scoff at their wine.
Arthur was a connoisseur of fine drinks, from the heavy ales of Germany to the bitter spirits of the north; Arthur had them
Things I'll never sayThings I'll never say
I stand at side of a huge tomato field. Antonio's there, picking up tomatoes, whistling cheerfully like he always does.
I tug my hair nervously, like high school girls at their first date and stop it in that moment when the thought came into my mind. My eyes wander to ground and I glance under my eyebrows to him. I see how he turns and stares at me, smiling.
I-I can't, damn it! I can never say it.
I start to feel stupid just standing there.
This is so unlike me! Why I'm even trying?!
Nervously, I start to pull my clothes instead of hair, but I realize that it's girlish too. Now my hands are shaking.
I let a shaky sigh and swallow. I raise my head and my eyes meet his.
Okay, now. Breathe, there's no need to be so tense... Who's the one I'm lying to, damn it?!
"Lovii~~" Antonio shouts happily.
Oh shit! This is too hard! I really can't!!
I press my eyes close and feel sweat running on my forehead. And I'm defi