OsakanXKira

Emmett stared at the woman sitting across from him. They were both sitting in metal folding chairs, and she wasn't behind a desk-something about removing the professional barrier that some people fear so that she's more approachable or something. He hadn't heard anything about it in a while, but Emmett was pretty sure the whole thing was nonsense. "Emmett." The woman was pretty enough, and her voice would-under normal circumstances-been pleasant enough. But sitting there, judging him, Emmett couldn't stand the suited woman. Her voice was nails on a chalkboard to his ears, and her whole appearance was repulsive to him. She sat there primly, p

Jolly Sailor Bold Chapter 3 It didn't take Marion long to meet and become familiar with the crew, but he supposed that was just part and parcel of the whole thing with a crew essentially consisting of six, seven including himself. There was the Pirate with Gout, who proved to be a knowledgeable medic (or what served as one) despite his condition. There was the Pirate who likes Sunsets and Kittens who had immense strength but a big brotherly nature that caught Marion off guard-but what can you say when a large dark-skinned pirate who looks capable of tearing your head off with one hand scoops you up into a 'welcome hug' without a warning? T

Jolly Sailor Bold Chapter 2 "So Mary is now joining our crew!" The Pirate Captain waved a wide hand at the man tying knots in the rigging masts behind him on the ship; at the sound of his (misstated) name, Marion glanced up and nodded to the Pirate with a Scarf. "He's got nothing else, and put up a good fight in the tavern in town! You should have seen him go at those three men!" "It was an argument, Captain, nothing special," he said casually, "I've finished rigging the sails for you…how soon will we be leaving?" "As soon as possible; thank you, Mary!" "Marion. My name is Marion." The captain gave him a hearty slap on the back

Jolly Sailor Bold Chapter 1 The day had barely begun, but the sun already hung high and hot over Hook Island by the time the Pirate Captain docked his ship at the pier. His crew looked at him with pleading gazes, and he announced he was taking everyone to the tavern for a drink even as the Pirate with a scarf sighed in exasperation. "Shall I take care of restocking our supplies, then, Captain?" The Pirate Captain smiled and his first mate knew by now to take that as a well-resounding 'yes'. "Very well…you lot have fun, cool off a bit. I'll take care of everything." "Thanks, Number two!" The crew giddily skipped down the dock, search

Jolly Sailor Bold Prologue The jail cell is dim and dirty, with straw heaped in one corner as makeshift bedding on the cold hard stone floor. There's a small window high on the stone wall, well barred, and too small to fit even a child or a dog. And sitting in the center of the cell, legs crossed and eyes glued to his feet, shackled wrists draped over his knees, the captain seems to ponder his ill life choices. He glances up when the jail door opens, and the guards lead in the thin man, and a confused light flickers across his eyes before recognition occurs and his brow furrows in disappointment and fury. "Number two." "I was your first

 She was on the ground before he could react, the District 11 boy lurching quickly into the trees, bag slung over his shoulder, leaving her behind, bleeding on the ground. The District 12 girl seemed to be in a state of shock, and stumbled to her feet, clutching at her little bag desperately and fighting an internal battle she seemed to be losing about whether to run and not look back, or to get that girl's dying face eternally etched into her head. To himself, he hoped that she would see that face whenever she closed her eyes. Remember her. But he didn't have time to  wonder or hope or wish for anything like that; he was sprintin

The Ballad of Juliet Somerdale (To the tune of Tsugihagi Sandoku; Patchwork Toxin ) I'm eating alone again No one even tried to come down My chest hurts a little. But crying never helps me at all. I know why they all avoid me. They want to practice forgetting. Acting like I was never here. I was never here Like I never existed. It is fine if you are upset But to start your acting now Pisses me off You want to forget me Before I'm even gone I will never allow you to forget my face! Because today will never leave us now We'll all be together forever It's okay if you don't like it It's okay if you don't like me So I guess th

Oni no Kyouran Part 2 Ayumu grumbles, and wipes the sweat from his brow as he looks around the village square; Misaki was right, Kyouran is a very simple looking village-the buildings are simply built and spaced apart widely. The roads are made of dirt, and all the signs are hand-painted. It feels like he's gone back in time, having just recently that morning come from Tokyo…he half-heartedly attempts a smile to all the people who have gathered in the square to stare at him. "Village like this, I'm not surprised they don't get many visitors," he comments to himself, "took us several hours to get here with expert directions-can't ima

Oni no Kyouran Part 1 The heat in the van is almost unbearable, and Ayumu can't even recall how long they've been driving anymore-he leans back in his seat, the case file draped over his face in a desperate attempt for some shade. The police force couldn't spare a van with effective air conditioning to send them off to the middle of nowhere in? He groans at the thought of their mission, and the van swerves ever so barely as the case file is snatched off of his face. "Be serious, Yumeshiro-san! You need to be studying that, not hiding under it!" Ayumu would glare at his young partner, but he can't work up the energy in such heat, so he on

Oni no Kyouran Prologue The air is heavy in his lungs and the ground is hard yet slippery under his unsteady feet as he races through the village streets, looking around wildly. He moves like a madman running for his life,  though no pursuer is in sight, and he continues to look around in a panic in the darkness of the night. "I can't see…I can't see…it's too dark, but are they still there?" He swallows hard and continues running; there is no time for him to slow down and take a look around carefully. There's no time to do anything, if he slows down for even one moment…. He curses heavily when he slides to a stop at the edg