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Everytime he stepped into this room, it always felt as though Shouhei had come back to life and set out to do his overkill work. Crumpled paper, metal parts yet to be put together, unraveled wires, and lit computer monitors filled the small room. The owner of this room said he was perfectly comfortable working in such a cramped space and had refused all offers of a bigger working area, which reminded Kamui so much of his late friend. Shouhei used to lock himself up for days on end, only coming out when he had finally finished. Kamui's godson did the same thing. Kaoru truly was his father's son. The boy was sitting on the floor at the farthe

"Kizune, the hell's with tha' outfit? Yer a girl. Dress like one." Her clothes. Again. Kizune rolled her eyes and ignored the chief who had just made his appearance in the basement, probably to check if she had already done her homework. Or rather, that was what she thought, until he, of all things, decided to pick on her clothes. Nobody would think that he, being a cop, would push his only daughter to act like a girl. Indeed, he had taught his daughter everything that could make a cop, and her having the alertness and toughness of her father, realized that dresses, skirts, and heels were a hindrance to proper movement, and mini-shorts and

Some would say that martial arts were a thing of the past, that guns and blades were the best things to bet on when it came to protecting what mattered the most. But Jon would adamantly disagree. Not having to use such deadly weapons and risking staining one's hands red, to him, was the rightmost way of protecting that precious thing. It saved all guilt and the existence of the beloved would not be accompanied by the reminder of death. It preserved sanity and humanity. He watched the boy currently training in the dojo. Katagaki Kei, real name, Tachibana Hiromi. A quiet and timid 15-year-old, popular among the girls for his looks, average gra

CONTAINS MILD MxM. You've been warned. The sound of pencil tapping on paper cut through the silence. On the open notebook in front of him was a page full of words and symbols that made sense to him alone. Kaoru was staring out the window, however, the lazy, humid summer afternoon getting to him. He had been cooped up all day in his room, writing, erasing, writing, scratching, then writing again the new system for Black Out’s network. He had missed his lunch, failed to watch his brother’s morning practice, and probably had not heard a couple of telephone calls earlier. The only good thing about the whole endeavor was that he had s

Silent screams resound an empty space Hidden torments running in repetition A broken reel forgotten in time Haunting ghosts of past, present, future Soulless place of blank, worn walls The deep darkness looms from all sides An entrapment without light or exit The suffering echoes grow and fade Unheard, sealed off and locked away Never to be found, lost in the infinite

[WARNING: THIS IS MALExMALE FANFICTION.] Having been created from the clouds by Huang himself, from water droplets to the being he was, Wan Yung had not gone through the stages of childhood. So everytime he saw a human child running through the streets in town, or even young animals staring at him from their homes, he wondered how it would be like to be a child, or how adults cared for their children. Little did he know that he was indeed like a child in a way, so innocent about the ways of the human world, that even his companion Lu Jien could testify to his being as good as a baby. However, the human had said nothing of the sort, and if he