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Song of RevengeIt seemed to him a battle raged.
And circumspect, the sleepy blaze
Betrayed the corpses. Embers crowned
The open brazier of the town.
And if he came too late, he rode,
Was altered under fire's glow,
With auburned cheeks and sootened eyes,
Too young to brace and realise
There can be nothing in this place
To bear the part of mercy's grace,
To bleach the blood before it calls
Or catch the youth before he falls
From this bleak manuscript of death.
Thus echoes now his pledging breath:
“I shall not return until...”
And when his purpose thus enthroned
Sets forth upon the winter road,
His course is set, his purpose born
In hate. Thus fate will be redrawn.
His words will echo down the years
To sons whose sons will bear the tears
Of all the young who once believed
That justice could be thus achieved:
In circles ever traced in vain,
By blood on blood and round again.
Morning CoffeeShe came downstairs to the rich smell of breakfast and human beverages brewing. Ichigo was crashing dishes in the kitchen and the radio was rattling off a tinny love song. She flopped down on the sofa and, finding a blanket there, wrapped it around her body, half-inclined to hide herself completely, but it was already too late for that. He peered out at her from behind an open cupboard door:
“What were you dreaming?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Must have been something.” He went back to preparing their breakfast: “Yuzu was freaked out: said you were yelling or something and then” – he glanced over to see her reaction – “I tried, but I couldn’t wake you. Still, you went quiet as soon as I was there, so I thought” –
“It’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself.”
“Just so you know – it was only so you’d keep quiet.”
She watched him carry two steaming mugs fr
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Katahito YuriBefore my twenty–fifth year, I had earned a name for myself. I had faced death. I had ridden out and learned to follow orders, then led men of my own. I had tasted the clash of blades.I had served my Lord Akayama for eleven years and, in that time, his family had flourished and our world had changed. Yes, I had earned a name for myself and, like my father before me, I would use it to raise up my lord and bear his standard into battle.
But not today.
On this side of the house there was a small orchard with sparse vegetation. Its dusty soil offered a natural space for training and privacy enough that I could be certain no–one would stumble upon my poor mood this afternoon. I lifted my chin from my hand briefly to say one word:
The child pouted.
Akayama Ryuunari had attained the tender age of four when his father decided he should learn the way of the sword. It was the kind of delicate training that could be entrusted only to his most faithful and honoured
I Want All of You 10 - Loss of ControlAs Byakuya and Renji approached Rukia, they saw her leave her tent and turn back towards the forest. Briefly reassured, Byakuya was still uncertain as to why her reiatsu was so disturbed. Although she seemed confused, she didn’t appear to be injured. But when she turned towards them, Renji took a step back and said her name. Byakuya was shaken to see the panic that spread across his fukutaichou’s face.
Eyes wide, Renji was nevertheless mute. He had never before seen that look on Rukia’s face, save for, perhaps once, at the death of Shiba Kaien. Then Rukia had been silent. But she had been without hope then. Her whole being had seemed to cry out with pain. Now, they saw Rukia fall to her knees and start to weep. Then, through her tears, they heard her speak:
“Renji, I didn’t want….. I’ve….. Oh Kami, I’ve killed him…… Byakuya-nii-sama, forgive me! Don’t leave me alone…..”
Byakuya’s eyes widened
You Were DreamingRukia woke in the grey hours before dawn and found herself disorientated. This was not her house. Light crept in through a window behind her and she could hear others breathing in the half-dark. Then she remembered: this was Ichigo’s house. Not only that: she had slept.
She’d been too ashamed of her recent spate of nightmares to risk shutting her eyes with the others around. Spirit creatures didn’t officially need sleep in the same way that humans did. As with food and water, it was possible for a shinigami to go days, even weeks, without sleep. However, it wasn’t particularly wise, since she was still capable of tiredness and that, in turn, bred mistakes. Now that she had finally managed a few hours rest, her body felt warm and heavy; a little achey from yesterday’s exertions. But she could worry about that later. For now, the world was paused.
She moved to roll over and discovered something else: someone was holding her hand.
Well, not exactly holding it
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Takashi IsamuThis is not the world that I was taught would await us, I think, as I lay the sword down, blade turned towards me though it is still in the sheath, and bow my forehead to the ground. My lord will let me remain so as he speaks. I have not yet decided if I am comfortable with this level of humility, though I catch myself even as the thought crosses my mind: it is not my place to decide. Even if I were one of his trusted servants, I would have no right to rise early from my obeisance. As it is, I am not even that. I am here because my lord is charitable and he has taken pity on a masterless swordsman.
"I am impressed," he says.
Part of me simpers. It weeps with gratitude.
I hate this part. I admire instead the part that would have me stand up and demand of him what he expected. My blood is samurai; my family are honourable. Did he not believe me when I told him my story?
I remind myself that it is this latter piece of me, the one that uses a foil of pride, that is a beast. It will no long
I Want All of You 9 - And in my NightmaresSuddenly the sky was striped with lightning and a roar of thunder followed. Rukia sat up with a start. She was alone; it was dark; the clearing and the waterfall had vanished. She realised that she was still in the tent. After a moment’s respite, Rukia felt panic seize her again. She could hear no sound. Silence reigned outside.
She rose quietly and left the tent to find that a heavy fog had enveloped the battlefield. And, though she reached out with her reiatsu, she could sense no shinigami. Where was Byakuya? And Renji? And everyone else? What had happened? Cold apprehension closed over her chest. The atmosphere was heavy.
All at once, there was movement and Rukia felt the presence of hollow all around her. She couldn’t see them but she could sense their approach. She started to run. She needed to get away. They were too numerous, too powerful, too much for her!
“You will not escape us,” said a deep voice in the darkness: “You look as if you will be deli
Merry Go RoundJuushiro was right, Byakuya thought: he was in a strange mood. As he crossed the moonlit garden, it seemed that everything had taken on an exquisite clarity, as if he might trap it all in a glass bauble and keep it locked away safely. His home, the garden: was it his imagination or did they not feel quite so empty as they usually did. He could recall days spent here as a child when he had been surrounded by family, and the lawns had seemed to stretch on forever. He’d pulled wooden toys on string across this grass; he’d dipped his toes into the cool pools. As a young man, he’d courted a woman between the silver branches of the sakura trees.
And now that they were gone, there remained only Rukia. Tonight, even she seemed very far away. He would know if she was dead, he thought. He’d not admitted such to Ukitake because he wasn’t certain of the mechanism of it; he couldn’t feel her reiatsu: it was too weak for him to trace between worlds, but she was a
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Akayama MeiWhen I was a child, my parents said of me I would have a heart that strives always for sunlight.
The people here treat the occasion of our coming as little more than of passing interest. They have had refugees before then.
This is all that is left of our village: five families from the edge of town, and me. And I am all that's left of my family, which means, I suppose, that there is no family anymore, and no house, and no fields to sew and no crops to reap. And I am meant to feel a great and abiding sorrow, save that, when I search for it, the pain is absent. I find only curiosity at this ascent into a strange, new world.
The house winds around the edge of the mountain. I feel compelled to examine it: the rooms, the corridors, the decks that curl like wooden serpents. I thought houses were built horizontally, with perhaps a storey above and one below, but this one is like a piece of a puzzle, fitting part for part into the stone that harbours it. Following the contours of the mount
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Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
Medved' Beis II- Chapter 9Ruyak glanced around at the panicking villagers, himself torn between amusement and pity. He raised an eyebrow at a man with a small cartload of jarred fruits as a few of his stock bounced out and began rolling away in different directions over the mud. At first the merchant scrambled to recapture the runaways, then he seemed to rethink his priorities and ended up abandoning the whole cart.
“Standing around like this seems… counter-productive,” Ruyak said, his face twisted between a concerned frown and an entertained smirk as the man ran away.
“That depends on what we’re trying to accomplish.”
“Well, I was rather hoping to make a point," Kaelin replied slowly from her perch on top of Ruyak's shoulders, “but I wasn’t expecting this much hysteria. I thought most people would still be in their houses.”
Suddenly a small child ran out into the middle of the chaos, looking frightened and confused. She stopped
Paperthin Hymn: EpilogueChristian stirred the vegetable mixture in the skillet and lowered the temperature to a simmer. The savory smell still carried into the office/studio space in the room adjacent, where boxes were currently stacking up slowly but surely. The windows were always open at least an inch or two these days. More, if the weather was permitable. Angel statuettes were gathered up in careful hands and wrapped up in layer upon layer of tissue paper. Despite their falling out, Natasha had come through with those clients who wanted his work. It was a huge blessing that one of them happened to fall in love with his angel series and rush order nearly half of the entire stock. He was in a good mood. Today was a Thursday night. Cadence said she would come tonight.
Humming to herself, Cadence folded her wings and easily landed on a windowsill. She breathed a soft, contented sigh as she looked through the window and smiled. It was impossible to stand here and not think of the rainy day she had first stood
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 29
*Night, on a dark sky obscured by clouds. The woodlands shared those similar to Mareheim’s, yet every turn was dark and foreboding. It’s tree branches unseasonably bare, an ominous breeze scatted the fallen foliage. The moon hung high in the sky, shining brightly, as a lone figure walked through the dark woods. The figure was Mezmo who, for reasons unknown, wandered the forest alone*
Mezmo: *nervously calls out* H-H-Hello? W-Where am I?
*The wind blowing through the empty woods was the only sound. In the distance, the shining towers of Mareheim castle could be seen. Mezmo made his way to the towers, but it seems he couldn’t make progress no matter how far he traveled. Suddenly, a faint light echoed throughout the forest*
Mezmo: *gasps, whirls around* Who’s there?!
*But answer there came none, as a thick fog gathered around his ankles. The fog gathered into a pile, forming an amorphous shape with protrusions resembling wings. A crack of lightning within the cloud
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 30
*In Mezmo's room, Mezmo lay restlessly in his bed, tossing and turning beneath the covers while breaking out into a sweat. Silently, the door to his room opened as the silhouette of Princess Luna made her way into the room. The shadow itself descended over the sleeping wizard, as her horn illuminated with her magic at work*
Princess Luna: *to the Mane Six* Now, while my subconscious merges with Mezmo's, it will be up to me to find the source of his fears and be rid of it before it gets stronger. But this will also leave my physical body vulnerable.
Rainbow Dash: So what are we supposed to do?
Princess Luna: Watch my body, of course. If it gets out of control, you are to wake us up as soon as possible. Otherwise, both Mezmo and I will be trapped in the dream world forever.
Fluttershy: *worryingly* Oh my…
Applejack: Don'cha worry, Princess. We'll have ya outta there in a jiffy.
Rarity: If anything goes wrong, that is. Which I doubt.
Princess Luna: Then stand back, I don't know what
Bleach Part 60 - The World RevolvesRukia woke to the sound of familiar voices. Very familiar voices that filled her heart with relief.
She'd had a couple of hours sleep, she guessed, back in her own bed for the first time in nearly a year. And now she rose, listening to a heated discussion outside, and dressed in a purple kimono with violet and green flowers winding across the fabric. This would be the first time Ichigo had ever seen here wearing her own clothes. She wondered idly if that affected her choice in any way. She tied a green sash about her waist and stepped outside. The two men, who had been bickering, at once fell silent. "Good morning," she said and sat down on the decking between them, stretching her bare feet into the short grass. Ichigo grinned:
"Rukia. I thought you were meant to be resting."
"How could I? You too were being so loud. What are you doing here?"
"Ichigo's still recovering," said Renji.
"That's not true. I'm fine. I was in the dojo when Kenpachi came in and told me he wants to fight me."
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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