Here are my own monumental and true pairings:
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Here are my own monumental and true pairings:
I spent the whole day mall/shop-hopping with one of my very good friends, and I had super, super fun! :> I even got to buy groceries with her parents. :p
Anyhoo, due to this mall/shop-hopping (which lasted 10 hours, I tell you), I ended up buying a volume of D. Gray-man. Man, I am broke, I know; and not to mention I have splurged enough this week for me to end up starving for one whole week—but the sight of D. Gray-man manga chased away all the resistance I had in me. LOL.
DGM! It’s very, very rare to see it here in the Philippines. XD I know, because bookstores are my favorite stores in every mall, so I get to check the manga/graphic novels sections every time.
( for more story and some pictures XD )
Title: A desire to be (AU)
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: IchiRuki
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rated: T
( A desire to be: Chapter 2 )
Title: A desire to be (AU)
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: IchiRuki
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rated: T
Title: A desire to be (AU)
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: IchiRuki
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rated: T
The night was flying. The wind was beating him up so wild, so wild that he can feel his body weaken as he flew along the night. There’s a chase. A wild chase, which he was not very fond of; a chase which he was designed to participate into all the time, in spite of himself. It was like a game which he was designed to play a part of, for his survival. He has lived all his life chasing, for him to survive. And this time, he was involved in another chase. However this time, he was not the chaser. Rather, he was being chased. And like the ones he chased before, he ran for dear life.
The night hunters were chasing him, chasing him as though it was the first time they have ever chased a vampire. Their number was increasing by the minute, and he was growing tired of running. He was running the moment the night fell, and now, the day is almost breaking, and his time could almost be over. He had to be fast, he had to hide fast. If not, he won’t survive this chase after all. If the day breaks, it’s either he dies in the hands of the hunters, or he dies of the nature’s rage. He desperately tried to think straight, and find a place to shelter himself with. He was almost at his limit, and he still didn’t want to die. He still has forever to live, if he could repel the rage that the light brings. He was squinting through the darkness of the night, looking for a place to hide, when he felt the sharp pain that seared through his back. But he wasn’t impeded. He persisted and continued participating in the chase. It wasn’t long when he felt another pain that shocked his right leg, and like before, he went on. After a while, the shot to his leg was followed by another one to his back again. But still, he persisted. He was already laboring his breath, but the pain he felt wasn’t something to keep him from moving forward. He had to survive this, he had to. He didn’t want to die a pathetic death such as this, and he still had so many things to do in his lifetime that could stretch on forever.
It felt as though he had run a length of a quarter of the globe’s circumference, and his mighty legs started to show signs of exhaustion. And the pain brought by the gunpowder, especially designed to kill his kind started to show its effect on his body. He was slowing down, and it wasn’t good.
It wasn’t long when he felt another shot that hit his left thigh, and it was followed by the incessant hits, and then he stopped counting. He felt his body lighten as he desperately clung to life. He was already unable to think, but he refused to give in. He struggled to keep away from his predators, because his life depended on it. His vision was already black, and he couldn’t see a thing. But despite of this, he struggled to move away from the night hunters. He was already crawling through the night, and he didn’t know which direction he was tracking. He crawled, and crawled. He felt his remaining strength being snatched away from him; he felt his body as he fell into nothingness. But before he unwillingly succumbed to nothingness, he felt something that violently snatched his body away from the cruelty of the night.
Something I made while I was bored poring over Microbiology transcriptions. xD
And beware, in this case, I totally abused the essence of free-verse. :p
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Constancy
It scarred you when you were supposed to be sheltered
It broke you when you were supposed to be shaped.
At the prime of your innocence,
When you were supposed to bask in the goodness of the world,
You met the ugly side of it and the bitterness that came with it.
But you moved on, and allowed yourself to be propelled by time.
Time passed and you realized that it was pointless holding on to pain.
You tried to let it all go, and you were surprised with the liberation that came with it.
You moved on, forgave and forgot.
You moved forward, whilst the world tried to haul you back to those times.
You always struggle to go on, but time and again, something hauls you back.
The battle between tomorrow and yesterday kept you frozen
And it tires you so.
But then, no matter how tired it makes you
You must remember the feeling of letting go.
No matter how many times it comes back, let go time and again
And you will be free time and again.
Because in the battle between yesterday and tomorrow
Tomorrow should always be the victor, for you to be able to dance with time.
Before clicking the cut below, please be aware that what you would read is really fangirlish. XD