kuroshitsujimaiden

     Killua had eyes for Akane. That much was obvious to anyone who had met the white-haired assassin, from his constant staring to the way he could never form a coherent sentence around her. However, Akane had chosen to ignore the obvious hints and still treated her dear friend like a little brother, and Killua had enough of it.     “Hey, Akane, you there?” Killua knocked on the girl’s door, his normal nonchalant tone woven into his voice. Akane, who was asleep, did not answer. Understanding this, Killua, against his own judgment, opened her door and slipped into her bedroom. The young girl was curled up into a ball, her

Feet padded within the abyss of a dream, the rush of a panic heartbeat echoed within the chaotic nightmare. Past devoured the mind, enclosed it in a cocoon of fear and pain. Of lost long gone by the passing of time. A figure stumbled forward into the rippling images of the mind. The small form tripped and panicked with the approaching orange glow of fire. It wheezed and fought to stand, petite pale arms reached beneath its form to lift the small lithe body up from the ground. It pushed forward, heart pulsing with in its chest. The form bounded forward and fell into the arms of a demon. Grey eyes looked up to meet the cold emotionless red gaz

     I stared at the blank TV screen in disdain. Sometimes it just felt like everything was just slipping from me, like there was nothing left for me to do. But I knew that thinking like that was just plain idiotic. I'd heard it too many times from the one I loved. I was an idiot, that's what he said. I would never get anywhere thinking things like that. I knew he was right, I knew I had to keep going, but at the same time...     I knew he was right. I told that to myself so many other times as well, but... To say that would make me a hypocrite. But if I'm a hypocrite than Kurapika is definitely one as well. He's constantly telling me that