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D: Sam? S: Dude, I was sleeping. D: Sam, I'm worried. S: About what? It's two in the morning. Did you piss yourself or something? D:  I know it's two, but you don't have to be an ass. S: Oh I'm sorry, next time you text me and wake me up I'll be fucking chipper. D: I don't know what that means, but I'll kick your ass for it tomorrow. D: I'm seriously worried, Sam. S: All right, fine. I'll bite. Why are you worried? D: Cas. S:…is there more, or is that all I get? D: Well, normally Cas comes when I call him. But he hasn't come at all. S: Why the hell are you calling him at two? D: ….would you believe friendly co

This morning I woke up next to Riku. His arms were wrapped around me. In fact his entire body was against mine, even..... . It was wrong, Riku was dating Namine, the feeling of his arms around me, how he caressed my face and how his soft hair fell on my face felt soo right. Well I guess, it was ok, we were only friends. I wouldn't feel this way if we had remembered to inflate the mattress. He looked so peaceful, sleeping as the sun hit his face. I wish this moment would never end. But all good things come to an end, always. There was a weird feeling in the pit of my gut, I didn't know what it was but it felt good.  Riku and I occasionally sh

      Sleepy eyes fluttered as the delicate hand mirror shattered beneath the toddler's hands. That time, he really had not meant to break it. He had just wanted to look at it, but everything the demon touched seemed to smash to pieces whether he had intended it to or not. Frustrated, Amaimon picked up remnants of the glass and pulverized them into the ground sending shards skittering across the floor. Finding amusement from this activity, he repeated the action.       Absorbed and pleased by his own destruction, the toddler looked up sharply when he heard a voice. "Th

                                             Under His Touch     I’ve gingerly draped myself along the cushions of one of the couches in the Third Music Room. My head rests in Kaoru’s lap, one of my hands resting idly against the inside of his thigh. He’s telling four of our customers an anecdote about a class we once skipped together, and how afterwards, we were found in an “indecent position” in some utility closet, “but it wasn’t what it looked like…” His story is met with frequent charmed giggles, but I’m having significant trouble concentrating. His left hand is tangled in my hair. His

The hour at which they silently went through the laboratory door was so late it already bordered on early morning, but none of the company were tired. Some because they couldn't be, some because they were used to being awake then, and some out of simple stubborness. Lucy nearly stumbled on the doorstep hurrying inside, and could not sit - or stand - still all the short while it took to prepare a syringe. Hyde quite calmly sat in a chair near the wall, but was fully alert and watching anything that moved. "You know how it goes." She glanced over her shoulder to Jekyll shortly, and saw a glimpse of golden on the shadow under her. She smiled sl

   "Have you ever wondered why we are so different?" Good asked Evil.    "Actually, I have," snickered Evil in a cold voice, "While I am freedom, you are chains that hold people down."    "I'm afraid I don't understand," Good replied with a voice as soft as an angel's wing.    "My way of life if easy to follow, while yours is a struggle. I come more naturally while you seem to come from some divine source. You are what keeps people from being who they were born to be: Me!"    "You may be freedom, but you harm others for your own benefits. I am a safe haven where kindness and sympathy welcome all into their gentle embrace."    "What a sha