Chiyoko Alternate Ending

Yuki slowly opens her eyes letting a single ray of light pass through the darkness. In that light she sees a gallant young man kneeling over her holding a katana in his other hand. The young man was uncomfortable close to her. If she was not shaking from fear, Yuki would have thought of him handsome. His hair flows green down the back of his ears, complementing a thick green scarf around his neck.

Kurapika wasn’t prepared for how cold and lonely this room would feel without Leorio. The silence, coupled with the sudden solitude, was just a little too much, too soon after tonight’s emotional blow-out.

Masika was a devious fellow who loved being adored. He had the charming personality, good looks, and cunningness to be able to attract the gaze of nearly every kalon, and he savored each and every second of it. He would recite false verses of love with such ease to those who were wooed by him, keeping them further trapped in his endless cycle of fake romance. Masika never wanted these feelings to end, since they made him feel so loved and wanted, and he continued to try his best to keep the romantic facade up as along as possible.

The last door opened up into a massive chamber. It was made of wood, with huge columns supporting the roof and a deep green carpet with gold embroidery along the edges covering the floor. Dozens of candles flickered in the shadows behind the columns and a massive screen partitioned off the far side of the room.

Gakupo and Jia stared at each other, the same expression mirrored on the other's face as their child wailed before them. Armin needed them, begging to be held but neither felt worthy.

“yaaaaaaaaay ! we’re rich”, the town exclaimed. Everyone is looking at Mako and his dog shivering,and smiling . They were shocked as if someone was about to accidentally fall in hot lava. They both finally get to land and people come running and wrapping them with blanks and sheets and hugging them.

"Thank you so much!" Akio enthusiastically responded, his eyes lit up from the newly found information he acquired from the other man. Everyone seemed so nice here, quite refreshing from his older school, where most people were angry and unfriendly. It never crossed Akio's mind that this stranger could be lying and trying to throw him off from his correct destination. Akio is one of the most gullible person you could possibly ever meet. But this man had no reason to lie, so everything should be fine, right? The stranger in front of him seemed like the opposite of Akio, more reserved and refined.

He couldn’t see her too well with the sun setting behind her, but he admired her curvaceous legs and generous chest. A number of erotic thoughts filled Charles’ mind in a matter of seconds. He filed away the sun dappled profile of the unknown woman for later fantasizing. She seemed to sense him staring at her, and stood up straight; staring at his direction. Charles met her gaze for a few seconds and that was all it took. In that mere frame of time, the sun had decided to set – with a mind of its own. He felt as if there were forces down below that caused this. From what Charles could see; raven hair; and ruby lips. His favourite. Turning quickly back to the water in sheer embarrassment, Charles feigned the notion and looked out towards lake. He let out a long sigh – wishing he could gather up the courage to just ask her out for a cup of coffee; just to have a decent conversation with another human being. Charles was desperate for a woman’s scent. He longed for the touch of a woman; the warm embrace of their welcoming chest; the touching breath on his cheek. He desired everything a woman had to offer but had unfortunately experienced very little of it. He reprimanded himself for his timidity and grimaced at his reflection below him. Upon turning his heels, intent on drinking himself to sleep for the night, Charles was confronted by the small child that was with the woman. But where was she? He felt a slight tap on his shoulder and slightly craning his neck, Charlie laid eyes on her beckoning face – making out her features for the first time. Desperate to break the awkward silence, Charlie began to open his mouth. He was about to mutter his signature, squeaky ‘hey’, right before she pressed her finger to his mouth. She rested her finger on his face for what seemed like an eternity for Charles. Strawberries, he thought. She smells like strawberries. Acting purely on instinct, Charlie opened his

AN: I'm sorry if Ryuk seems OC or like Light but I felt this was the only way I could go on with the second chapter.

It was all a blur. It has to be unreal. I just couldn’t admit that this was happening. Please, tell me that you’re in a deep slumber. That this is a trance. Tell me that I have to wake up from this nightmare. Just wake up. How can you be so selfish! Don’t leave me here alone. Everything was slowly fading away. Everything color that I used to be able to see, was turning black. I can’t hear the alluring melodies of her voice. It’s starting to disappear from my heart. My heart, is slowly becoming a black hole, as my soul cringes, and became cloudy with distraught. Something snapped inside. I lost a momentous part of me. What reality is this? It has been one year, four weeks and three days, since the death of my beloved friend. Her name was Hitomi

“D’awww. They’re feeding and smudging each other faces with the whipped cream from their waffles.” [Y/N] murmurs. “They look hopelessly in love. Do you think I would experience the exact thing?” she turns to Shikamaru who was staring at her blankly.

As the first two clones approached him, Neji jumped up and pressed his hands against their spiky blonde hair. He twisted around and knocked their heads together. After that he jumped down and landed on the ground.

Tsukishima has just come home from his accounting duties, grumpy from a long day at work and even grumpier at the fact that the elevator was down for repairs which made him haul his carcass up to the 6th floor. Lately, Tsukishima had dropped the endorphins and started using better drugs, ones that didn’t thin his hair and weaken his bones. When passing by the mirror one day, he had noticed that the pinkness had returned to his cheeks as of lately and his body wasn’t as tired as he had known it to be. But that didn’t mean that he would ever take the stairs over a perfectly functioning elevator.

Ishika zoned out as her Physics professor droned endlessly about radiation. She loathed Physics with all the hate she ever had, not for any other reason other than her professors. The previous one wasn’t that pathetic, just very boring, but this one was a nightmare.

It was two o’clock in the morning when Shisui woke up. A sliver of moonlight filtered through the thin, moth eaten curtains. The room was dark as Shisui stumbled out of bed, grouping for the light switch.