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 Damned If I Do. This was going to be a bad year. Worse than a bad year, it was going to be a miserable year. A horrible year. An insert any awful synonym here year. And Naruto really wasn't looking forward to it. At all. In any way, shape or form. The blond let out a sigh while leaning back against the wall, head turned to stare out the bathroom window while he sat on the ledge. The stalls nearby were all empty, which was the only reason he'd sought solitude in there. As he'd just been thinking, this was going to be a bad year. He really wasn't sure what he'd expected after summer had ended, but it hadn't exactly been this, and now he w

The first thing about you that caught my eye, Was your long luscious hair, which made me sigh. Your witty sense of humour, your obsession with Death, All these things made my heart swell in my chest. The God of Death is your alias to humanity, Thinking of you makes me lose all my sanity. If bringing Death was really where you stood, Then I'm thinking, "Damn, Death never looked this good!" And then one day I found out you might be gay. I cried for hours and days, wishing all this pain away. And then I found out it wasn't at all true, And I felt better, and not so blue. Tell Heero Yuy to back the hell off, Tell Hilde Schbe

 Damned If I Do. This was going to be a bad year. Worse than a bad year, it was going to be a miserable year. A horrible year. An insert any awful synonym here year. And Naruto really wasn't looking forward to it. At all. In any way, shape or form. The blond let out a sigh while leaning back against the wall, head turned to stare out the bathroom window while he sat on the ledge. The stalls nearby were all empty, which was the only reason he'd sought solitude in there. As he'd just been thinking, this was going to be a bad year. He really wasn't sure what he'd expected after summer had ended, but it hadn't exactly been this, and now he w

 Man in Uniform. A loud, shrill sound pierced through Sora’s room as his head jerked up from his pillow. With a groan, he buried it back into the soft material as one hand reached out, fumbling to hit the snooze button on his alarm clock. Finally succeeding in hitting it, he yawned widely before nuzzling into his pillow more and drifting back to sleep. Five minutes later, the same process occurred. He woke up, hit snooze, and went back to sleep. This happened approximately eight times before the boy slammed the button once more, peeking open one eye before closing it again and rolling over. He then exploded from the bed as if it were

Crash. A raven-haired boy sat lazily at a table, staring absently at the opposite wall. He had headphones around his neck, a notepad in one hand, and a DVD in the other. He wore a black shirt with faded silver letters, and baggy jeans with rips and holes in various places. His untied and overly large silver shoes were practically falling apart. The front door opened and he sighed, shaking his head as a bouncing russet-haired girl appeared beside him. She dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around the raven. "Hey, baby! Did you miss me? I missed you. I wish I could bring you to school with me." "You'd just abuse me more." He sighed. "Aw,