Chocolate-Brownie

[Would you like to go on a Date, Ichimatsu-kun?] Summary: Ichimatsu knows that your Japanese wasn't the best being a foreigner and all but your gleaming eyes and hopeful look makes him unsure whether this was a mistake on your part. Ichimatsu knew that having you around would always guarantee comical misunderstandings with your Japanese being faulty. You spoke way too politely and had a lacking kanji vocabulary, he liked it that way. It was easy to make you believe things and do things for him like wearing cat paws. For Ichimatsu, your naivety was something he liked. A lot. Except now. "Ne, ne Ichimatsu-kun Date ii desuka?" He's quite l

Number one. I love the way our hands fit together. Everytime when we get a chance away from school, we would go outside. Maybe go to the beach, maybe go the cafe down the road. It didn't matter. Your small hand always seemed to fit perfectly in mine when we walk together. I hope it stays that way. If I doesn't, well, I don't know. What do I do? Number two. You're always respecting my choices and there for me 100% of the time. The words, 'I'm going to beat the shit out of Satan!' always spun in my mind, even if my brother thought it did or not. I couldn't tell her because I knew she would laugh. I couldn't keep it from her, so I told her. S

Meaningless. That was all it ever would be to you. It was all it ever would be to him. Yet, here you found yourself again, exchanging hard, fervent kisses, tangling limbs, giving yourself up to the last person you ever wanted to even share the same breath with. And he knew it too. Your heart belonged to another; the captain of your division, the Blue King no less. You fell hard for him, aching, pining for so much as a glance from him. Yet, you received nothing. He turned away. He lost himself in his work. So consumed was he by his responsibilities, he possessed not even the strength to look your way. And it killed you, little by littl

And in this dark harvest of season My life has completely lost reason, For which or against to decide. All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide In sadness and in kindness In light and in darkness. In a boat made of hope I shall sail to tomorrow, In a winding hurricane Made of treachery and sorrow. There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear... Piercing, slashing though my head. Starting somewhere in heaven, Ending somewhere in hell. Fighting, burning, crying, crashing. Are the armies within. In my head they are all thrashing. On the heaven's and hell's whim. To be light or to be darkness. A perpetual array. It's not merely my choi

She’s the most beautiful gift Wrapped up with barbed wire She’s that bright, warming glow Cast by every hellish fire She’s your every second thought As you recite your repentance She’s your life’s greatest meal Just before your death sentence She’s your constant savior When you just wish to drown She’s your stairway to heaven Before pushing you down She’s the vibrance that you see Before it all fades to grey She’s your one and only guide When the reapers away She’s your every single dream The reason you still stay awake She’s the only proof you need To see your own grave m