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Its a Promise, Right? --2--
"Kiku! Kiku! Wanna go for a walk in the park? There'll be a lot of pretty girls to talk to!" Kiku's friend, Feliciano, was trying to push him out of the house on Valentine's Day. He just wasn't up for it, yet. It has been a nearly two months since she died, but he still didn't know what to do with himself. Kiku shook his head, gaining a sad look from his friend.
"I'm sorry, Feliciano. I just do not feel like going out today, that is all." Feliciano frowned sadly once more before nodding in agreement and walking towards the door.
"It's okay, Kiku! I may not understand, but you're in a lot of pain right now with [Name] gone! You may just need your space or something. I'll come back later to spend the rest of the night with you so you aren't lonely, okay?" He flashed him a bright smile before walking out of the calm house. Kiku was staring at his door with a blank expression. Without a second thought, he ran out the door.
"You You really meant a lot to me, [Name] " Kiku stoo
Fate at Sea -Ch. 1 Captain POV«CAPTAIN POV»
You arrived at your home port after 2 years of sailing.
'It's been so long... Too long. But I had to be away all this time. I had to. For him. To find him...oh brother...' you were interrupted of your thoughts by your first mates Gilbert Beilschmidt and Francis Bonnefoi.
"Honhonhon ma cherie we have finnally arrived!" Said Francis wrapping his arm around your waist. This was so usuall that you didn't even mind anymore...
"Yo _______!!! Vhat in ze vorld are you doing? Snap out of it!" Gilbert snaped his fingers in front of you.
"Stop it Beilchmidt..." You faintly smiled at him. Yes he was obnoxious. Always was since you two were little. He was one of your brother's best friends along with Francis Bonnefoi so he hanged around you too since you never left your brother's side, all of them were like brothers to you. But something about Gilbert touched the very core of your being. And it seriously pissed you off. You usually let out your frustrations when you trained
SpillWhat better place to spill your thoughts than upon a blank sheet of paper.
As one's unique prayers are intertwined ardently through
those same hundreds of words spoken by thousands of people,
every minute, every day,
take paper and pen as many have before you,
and make it yours alone,
ardently intertwining yourself--
Your thought, your mind, your soul,
to truly, make it
every stroke of a brush, swipe of a pen, drag of graphite is inspired by something--
a thought, that
this letter, this line, this contour, this curve, this motion,
shall represent a being, an object, a representative of fluid thought
that does not cease, but continues on end until that clairvoyant mind shall declare it so.
And it all belongs only
as your heart leaps obstacles holding the hand of the one you love,
take hold of that
pen, paint, canvas, that guitar, piano, microphone,
your body in motion to the bum-bada beat..
Take it all, with your soul and oh, so fervently,
Its a Promise, Right? .::Japan::.
"Kiku, wake up! You've been asleep long enough!" The high-pitched voice awoke the Japanese boy from his dreams. His eyelids still felt heavy, assuming he hadn't gotten enough sleep. His eyes wandered to the tall figure looming over his body. Kiku sighed in relief when he had noticed it was just [Name]. The corners of his lips tugged up into a small smile; the kind of smile he only gives to [Name]. He sat up slowly, not wanting to get a head rush. He heard her sigh heavily, making his smile grow. "Geez, Kiku. If you keep staying asleep for such a long time, then you'll never be fit enough for your own self-defense! You'll end up like Miss [Name]!" She had her hands on her hips, bending over Kiku with pouted lips. He chuckled and nodded, bowing a little to show his understanding.
"I am sorry, [Name]. I have not been getting enough sleep lately, so that is why I am sleeping in so late." She sighed again and stood up straight again, holding out her hand for him to take.
"No need to talk
we will not be conqueredWhen you get back, we'll jump in every puddle we can find. We'll dance in the rain and hunt for the end of the rainbow. We'll get on our hands and knees and look for all the four-leaf clovers there are. We'll go the zoo and laugh as you tame the lions. We'll race through supermarkets, flying on shopping carts and congratulate ourselves when we get kicked out. We'll mend our broken hearts together with duct tape and staples. When you get back, I'll never let you leave again. So you stay strong and don't let anything get you down, and I'll stay here and pray every night to a god that I don't believe in so that you'll come back soon and I'll get to see you smile again.
Fate at Sea -Ch.2- Captain POVA/N: ________ is the captain's name and ******** shall be the village girl's name.
You turned around in the direction of the voice. Your eyes landed on a girl. She was really pretty you noticed. Soft and eyes. She had a simple but neat dress. Your eyes darted from her face to her hand. She was handing you something. Your face almost shone at the sight. She had your compass!!!
"AH DIOS MIO THANK YOU!!! I LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR IT!!!" You happily took the compass from her hands and examined it in search for scratches. When you were finished you sighed in relief and clutched it close to you. "I can't thank you enough for finding it for me....".
The girl smiled warmly at you. "It's no problem really".
'Strange' you thought 'I think I've seen her before....don't really remember but.....maybe.... she would help me?
"Say...You have a pretty keen eye.... What's your name? I'm ________." 'I shouldn't tell her my last name for now... to see how this goes
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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