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It was a gloomy Wednesday, Draco thought, looking towards the library windows. Usually the large room was well lit, and the few lamps decorating the open space were just that, for decoration. But today, the dim lighting, a product of their dusty bulbs, was the only lighting to be found. “Just talk to him,” Pansy said, as a small smirk graced her porcelain face. Her dark lashes fluttered as she looked over at Draco, her stark black makeup giving her an almost ethereal, cross and slightly intimidating look to anyone unfamiliar with her personality. As it stood, Draco mused, her personality actually seemed accurately portrayed. Well

Sunlight. With a wry smile and an almost indistinguishable tilt of the head, he slowly leaned back onto the warm blanket. With a sigh, his head rested against the ground, the feeling of nothing hidden beneath the cloth. He looked up at the white sky above him, invisible but for the clear and almost translucent nothingness that continued on and on, no end even discernible from the stark snow color. Small and slender arms folded behind a small, petite head, the also colorless locks of cream colored hair spilling across the pale white skin and blending with the background of fleece. There he was. A speck in the universe of pure nothingness.

Act One Lenalee Lee, still wearing her crimson plaid rain-coat boots (which did nothing to compliment the navy and forest-green pants that were her current attire) steadied her wits about her as the two men approached. The shorter one tipped his burgundy hat at the frowning lass, and with a wry smile on his lips, shook her trembling and delicate hand. "Lenalee Lee, I presume." He said, his soft, yet deeply accented voice ironically pleasing to her ears and though intended to sooth, had quite the opposite effect. His words did nothing to calm her suspicions , the worries and fears once again stirring in the pit of her petite stomach. "Yes,

Dear Kanda, I have waited here a long time. Ever since you left to go and fight, to "protect me" as you put it, I still glance out the fog filled window. The other people in this town pity me. They say, "That boy whose lover is out fighting." They pat me on the back, leave me meals and gifts, but it doesn't help. Are you coming home soon? I miss you more than you could know. Every time the train pulls in the rush out of the house and run as fast as my legs can take me. I ask god, is he back? Is the one I love back in one of those black crossed coffins? But I know as soon as the see the crowd that you aren't there. Because if I know you li

So, my name is Kanda Yuu. But if you call me Yuu, you better pray to whatever gods you believe in. I consider myself to be a decent person, sure I hate a lot of things, including family, and friends, and well…. Never mind. The point is I am me. And I like how my life is, well, was. All before those two idiots jumped my schedule and molested it to the point of no return. Somehow they also proclaimed themselves my friends. Usually, I want to kill them all. But to be honest, sometimes they aren't that bad. Emphasis on sometimes. And today, they made it on my hate list, or at least that Idiot Rabbit did. I cannot stay mad at Lenalee, because

Upon arrival at the previously stated N.O.A.H. Amusement Park, which the abbreviation's intention was unknown to all, the smell of carnival food assaulted the senses of the four teens. Under the false pretense of a long car ride, the sound of a certain rumbling stomach was heard. After a series of whimpers and pleas, mostly from a certain big eyed boy, the other three, partly unhappy mind you, were dragged toward the source of the mouth-watering smell. Disgust was more than evident on Kanda's face, who watched in partial horror as vast amounts of fatty foods were sucked up by the petite brown haired boy. Used to the unusual sight, Lavi and L

Allen trudged home down the worn sidewalk. Letting out a sigh, finally, he frowned as his mansion came in view. Cross had enough to buy a huge house, but not enough to pay off even half of his numerous debts. Opening the front door, Allen quietly slipped in and up the wide staircase until he reached his room. Lightly closing the door behind him, Allen dropped his backpack into an ungraceful heap on the carpeted floor and threw himself onto the plush bed filling the center of the room. Burying his head into one of the many pillows and closing his eyes Allen drifted off to sleep. His nap was interrupted with a loud boom as his door was thrown

Allen Walker was the kind of boy that you looked at and immediately thought of innocence. The pure picture of an angel, with brown hair and big blue eyes. He always was clothed in long sleeves and gloves, which only added to the mystery behind the man. No one had ever seen Allen Walker unhappy, well with his genuine smiles and cute head tilts what could possibly be bad in his life? But that was because no one ever looked beneath his mask. Beneath the totally fake expressions and sense of innocence were his true feelings, his true being. But no one would ever know the true Allen, for it was better to live a lie than to live as a freak. Allen