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
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
GerPru: Of Prussians and BirdsDisclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!
Beep, Beep, Beep!
"Mmmhm," a pale hand snaked out from a cocoon of blankets to turn off the offending clock. How dare that clock awaken the albino from his glorious beauty restnot that he needs beauty rest, but it is always nice to have. Gilbert pulled his comforter down, leaving his head exposed; his eyes winced at the morning sunlight. The Prussian glanced at the time and groaned, it was only seven in the morning.
"Fuck," Gilbert swore; he knew that once his body was awake, he couldn't go back to sleep so easily. The snow haired man threw the blankets off of his body and causally threw his blankets back on the bed. West would yell at him later, but at the moment, Gilbert didn't care.
The albino slowly walked over to his dresser and stood in front of the pile of blankets his little buddy, Gilbird, resides in. "Hey there
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
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.
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
Star Struck- 1 (AU RuPru) Not another one.
The thought couldn't help but run through my mind as I was flung over a giant man's shoulder and carried away; tied up of course. I knew who these guys were...They usually worked for the rich fan girls. Stuff like this always happened to me, for being so famous and all. It's a tough life being a rock star...especially if you're as awesome as me. Ever since my voice was discovered, my life went from a nobody, to a music award winner. Hell, my brother and I live like kings now...But that means having fans as well; Especially the crazy ones.
Again, stuff like this was normal for me. Most of the crazy fan girls happened to be rich and young, so they'd always order their big beefy bodyguards to come kidnap and take me to their limo or nice car where I'd meet them. They usually freaked out and squeal before asking me a ton of questions and then once they were done with their "no-
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
Shizaya: Alternate MindsetWell, this was a somewhat awkward situation. Izaya took the glass in his hand, glancing over to his right at the man sitting next to him at the bar. This man - his new client - raised his own glass, took a drink, and began talking about the business they had met to discuss. Unfortunately, Izaya found himself unable to devote 100% of his concentration to listening to the client as the pungent smell of sake wafted up from his glass. He took a sip and tried not to grimace at the taste. So, when was drinking this supposed to become fun?
The sun was disappearing below the horizon, and Shizuo had just finished saying farewell to Simon. Now that he had had a quick dinner, he was more than ready to head home. The sunset was quite a nice sight; the golden sun was casting a warm glow across Ikebukuro in just the right way. It was peaceful, especially since he hadn't seen that annoying flea since morning. Overall, it had been a pretty good day, he guessed. That was... until he saw a familia