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"Stop worrying, just say how you feel. He prefers it when people are honest with him. You know that better than anyone else." Hinata began fidgeting with the hem of her dress, while Tsukiko helped her with her sandals. She didn't know anything about dating and she wasn't even sure it could be labeled as a date.
"I don't know how to act on a date." Tsukiko stood up and grabbed Hinata's hairbrush off the dresser. She held the brush in front of her, looking into Hinata's eyes, silently asking permission to fix the girl's hair. Hinata nodded her head, she had a panic attack the first time Tsuki tried to do her hair. Thankfully Tsuki didn't pry into why she had gotten so scarred. It was a piece of her past that only Sasuke knew about. "Is it even a Date?"
Tsuki smiled and began to carefully brush Hinata's hair. "Don't worry about if it's a date or not. Just relax and let things flow naturally." Hinata took a deep breath. Tsuki was right Sasuke has been her friend si
Mini Fic Meme #1Mini Fic Meme #1
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
1= Sesshomaru (Inuyasha)
2= Hinata Hyuga (Naruto)
3= Kikyo (Inuyasha)
4= Kenshin Himura (Ruroni Kenshin)
5= Ryoji Mochizuki (Persona 3)
6= Rogue (X-Men: Evolution)
7= Raven (Teen Titans)
8= Shinjiro Aragaki (Persona 3)
9= Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)
10= Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
First Time, 4 and 6 (Kenshin, Rogue)
- Rogue stared in shock at the man still conscious after taking her first kiss.
Angst, 7 (Raven)
- She tossed the book aside and cried into her pillow, where's her happy ending?
AU, 1 and 8 (Sesshomaru, Shinjiro)
- How the hell was he supposed to teach such an arrogant person to cook?
Threesome, 3, 6 and 9 (Kikyo, Rogue, Sasuke)
- There's no way this could possibly work, they all thought to themselves.
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Ryoji, Zuko)
- "You'll forget everything
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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