inuyasha felt nails urgently pulling him closer, rapid and desperate rolling hips caused him to shudder, exhaling Miroku's name. Miroku felt himself go completely insane at that moment. Feeling a jolt of heat run from his lower back into his cock he came onto the bare chest of the half demon before his own whimper followed inuyasha filled him, again barely whispering his name in ecstacy. Resting his head into miroku's glistening sweaty neck Miroku managed to moan

"Well... I'm definatly not going to have the energy to repair anything anymore"

Inuyasha laughed into his kerah bone after kissing...

Spirit ran down the halls of the Death Weapon Meister Academy as fast as his legs would carry him. He entered the school’s hospital and sat down on the bed, putting his head in his heads. “I screwed up. Maka isn’t even at school right now. All this risk for nothing. The only place to see Maka is at the academy, so I came, sure, but coming here means I might run into him. FRANKIN STEIN!” Hidden under all the terror in his voice was a certain tone of something else, something deeper. Something that sent a sharp pang through his heart. He pushed the feeling down and rubbed his temples....

They hadn't quite gotten over the fact that Miroku was suddenly a gay monk and he was bothered with the odd pertanyaan when out on small errands with Sango atau kagome,
as for Shippo, well his pertanyaan were usually lebih on the lines of

'are anda going to get pregnant?'

Everything had smoothly run along this course for a good-4 days. And than while sharing a room (at the expense of a suspisious elderly couples judgemental glare)
Inuyasha opened his big mouth, it was shortly after a slightly burned meal, and a small gesture of a hand grasping under the meja sent inuyasha freaking out and Miroku
shunned...

Sing to me songs of the darkness…
Farewell to heaven, my friend.
Come to me, bury your sorrow…
Temptation await the condemned.
    Crona woke with a gasp. He had had a certain song stuck in his head for a week, now, and he didn’t know what to do. Somehow it suited him, though. A lot of depressing songs did. The demon swordsman looked up out of the little window in his room at the DWMA. Light shone down into his room, but missed Crona altogether, making him feel dreary.
    “Ugh…” Crona mumbled as he got up out of bed. He looked out the window again....

One typical hari at head quarters everything the same... Light-kun typing, Misa-san attached to his arm like a stupid bee to a beautiful rose, a red rose...Wait I mwant to say... oh forget it! I need some lebih sugar. "Light-kun I'm going to get some cake." "And? What am I supposed to do about it?" "Get your dumbass up thats what." "And if I don't?" Light actually 'smirked!' at ME! I mean I'm a great detective I aint taking his crap any more!

"One last chance Light-Kun." "I'm trying to so- Uhg! Ryuzaki!" "Ryuzaki-san! Don't anda dare hurt my Ligh-kun!!!" While Misa-san was yelling I saw Light-kun...

It had been three days after Spirit had almost diberikan in to Stein’s advance on him and his jantung was still aching. He had wanted nothing lebih than to allow Stein to touch him, ciuman him, pleasure him, but he knew that it would only end in his jantung being broken again. He couldn’t expect Stein to commit to him. Who was he kidding? He knew Stein would commit to him. It was Spirit himself who couldn’t be expected to commit. He wanted to, but it he didn’t know how. He had never diberikan all of his cinta to one single person in all of his life. Yet when he thought of Stein, oh how his jantung beat....

It had been a week since Spirit had been confronted oleh Stein in the hospital and he had been on guard ever since, so as not to run into him again. He had run away from Stein in tears and had cried himself to sleep. Seeing him was like getting a slap in the face, a painful reminder of the past. Even now, Spirit sat on the floor in the death room, bawling. “That’s enough!” Death chopped his head.
“Ah!” Sprit lay on the ground, his head pounding and tears still rolling down his cheeks.
“Quit your whining! I don’t want my scythe crying in front of the teachers.”
“Huh?” Spirit looked...

Spirit sleepily opened his eyes and let out a soft, pleasured moan. A large, gentle hand slowly stroked his hair. How he loved those hands. Spirit looked into Stein’s luminous green eyes. “How long have anda been awake?” The only light in the room that allowed them to see each other came from the moon light that spilled in through the cracks in the curtain.
“Not long.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, I didn’t want to wake you. anda were sleeping so peacefully.”
“So you’ve been watching me sleep?” Spirit rolled over on his other side so his back was to Stein. “Perverted...

Watson muttered something under his breath. Sherlock didn't bother to decode it, knowing it was most likely another witty komentar of their situation.

"Oh Watson, dearest Watson I wish anda would cheer up"

his cold flatmate and colluege sat curled up in a sort of upright fetal potition. A blanket that had small holes chewed through it drapped over his shoulders
still moist from the storm his clothes too wet to wear without catching hypothermia.

"at least we caught the man"

"wrong Holmes,"

he hissed from the beat up bed

"we didn't catch him, we drove him to a trap five miles from here and now were stuck"...

Stein and Spirit walked back to the motorcycle, Stein’s forehead still bleeding. “How are we going to drive all the way back to Death City tonight? We can’t do t with your head bleeding like that.”
Stein wiped at the blood. “We’ll have to get a hotel to stay in.”
“Fine. But let me drive there. anda can hardly see with blood in your eye.”
“Good idea. anda drive. That way I won’t have to deal with this pain. We’ll probably crash and die on impact.”
“I am an excellent driver!” Spirit got on the bike. “Just get on and keep your snide komentar to yourself for once.”
Stein...