Tsukishima Alternate Ending

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

Touya cracked his whip against the ground, ignoring Amanojaku. The small youkai scowled at the obvious form of disrespect.

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.

Namjoon leans back as the waiter appears with their food; placing the plates in front of them. He leaves with Namjoon’s empty glass, presumably to refill it. If he takes any notice of the stack of coffee creamers, he doesn’t comment. It’s silent for a few minutes as they each dig into their plates and Namjoon is brought a new soda. He’s thinking about what it would be like owning a cat when Yoongi speaks again.

His keys fell. Ritsu stepped back cautiously, rubbing his eyes to make sure it wasn't his sleep-deprived imagination playing tricks on him. It wasn't.

Oikawa gave a dramatic sigh as he dropped into a chair in his office, I choose to stand. With the day that I had, I enjoyed the moment of peace. No movement, no talking, absolute silence.

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.

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 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

Rene lessened his grip on Tokei's wrists and insisted that he lean against the pillows. “Take your shoes off, dumbass; we sleep here, you know?” Rene laughed to himself and continued to take off his boots and set them beside the bed. “Your so demanding, Tokei,” Rene said, bringing his face close to the boy's neck, “I'm a person, too.” Tokei shuddered at the touch of Rene's warm, moist lips against his smooth collarbone.

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

The sky was a luscious mixture of oranges, pinks, and blues as the sun set beyond the city and behind the mountains. Smoke rose from the tall city, ashes of buildings and dead bodies rising into the air.

Konoha was in bloom. And Hitomi Hane hadn’t seen anything so beautiful in a long time like this village. From the banners waving slowly in the summer breeze to the decorations and tender feeling of love radiating from every citizen, Hitomi couldn’t imagine anywhere she would rather be. Not even her homelands. Her eyes were wide behind the fabric that covered half of the genin’s face, a small smile appearing on her face as she walked through the streets alone. She would have to fly up later and get a better view, before they did the fireworks, since she couldn’t remember what the village looked like from the air. Every village was different and if she wanted to train and become a scouting shinobi, a kanchi taipu, practicing now wouldn’t hurt.

“If you dragged me out here just to yell at me, then piss off. I'm not hearing it.”

Tomoka Ban was talking to all her "servants" on the bus. The 15 year old girl was telling them all about how great she was. She was always saying stuff like that even though she fully believed it.