Matsuda Alternate Ending

Katie met his glare with narrowed eyes. "What am I supposed to do?" She remembered the details of her nightmare. She had been in class when a girl had called her a freak. It had sent her into a furious rage. Katie recalled leaping on top of a desk and taking that girl's hair in her hands, pulling at it so that the girl screamed apologies. But when she had let go, the girl's face was replaced with her own.

“How could they do it, how could they?” His voice, normally unwavering and rising above the rest sounded small and lost.

Yuya’s eyes stared down at the floor, feeling utterly defeated. His fist clenched in anger and disappointment, as he heard Monokuma declare him guilty. He was ashamed of himself for stooping so low and actually killing one of his classmates. Yuya looked back up, a soft smile clearly being shown on his face. The corner of his eyes began to tear up as he whispered out, “I’m sorry everyone...” He could feel his legs shaking, as his cries grew louder, and he was scared of what was to come next.

“I don't know, his name. How do you think I would get that from him?”

“I decided to baptize one of their sons to save his soul if he were to die.”

It's not that he didn't like anyone, he just didn't see the interest. Evenings spent with Dulcimar or talks or politics and kings with Professor Jax seemed to be his fill for deep affection toward anyone. He had found himself content for the single life, and was not jealous of any of his other friends for their relationships and never judged the twins for their choosing each other. They had constantly pestered him about how he simply needed someone, and that he was attractive enough to not have to be alone. Luckily, Jax had told them that Masanori's that he did not want a lover, needed to be respected and valued, just as their choices had been. And so they left him alone.

I woke up and looked around and noticed that Misha was gone. “Stupid boy!” I said aloud, my voice echoing through the empty stable. I searched around the stable for Misha, and with every empty stall that I came to, my anger grew more and more. I couldn’t believe that Misha disobeyed me once again. I’m going to kill that boy when I find him, I thought.

“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.

"If you can't handle it, then why did you want to come along in the first place"stated Lyra.

You pin the tag to your black sweater, it's labeled with the number 357. Around you are many other, mostly older males. Your older brother, Illumi informed you that Killua, your beloved younger brother, ran away from home and will be taking the Hunter exam this year.

"I know..." He murmured softly, taking Amaimon 's hand in his own and squeezing it lightly, his words laced with deep love and understanding. "It 's hard to talk about these things...and that it will hurt...but it 's best for the both of us to try and be as open as possible," he didn 't wish to push Amaimon. No, that wasn 't the goal, and if his brother said he could not talk about it now then he walls not be upset. Instead, Mephisto wished to express that Amaimon should not be afraid to voice his worries, and that he was there for the earth King at all times. They were stronger together, they knew that, they relied on that, their relationship was built on that fact. The fact that their lives meant more and equated to more when they were

He almost dozed off as he was lying on top of the Matsuno Household's roof when suddenly...

“I was way out of line,” he whispered. “I don’t even know what I was arguing for; I just wanted to attack something, anything...Leorio, I’m a terrible person, I…”

Exiting his house, Bokuto spreads his wings wide and takes off, heading to school. Though calmed by the slight breeze and being held by Bokuto, Akaashi's heart was still racing. What would people say when they saw him? Would they say nothing at all? Would they say everything he feared? Bokuto must've sensed Akaashi's rising anxiety because he held Akaashi a bit tighter as if saying "I'm

“Silas,” he said, voice dripping with hate. He could practically hear the grin on his brother’s lips.