Title: Waiting For Tomorrow (Prologue)
Fandom: Ib
Genre: Friendship/Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Suspense
Pairing/s: None; Intended to be a purely platonic fic
Summary: "Hey Ib... Um... If only two of us could get out of here... then what?"
Sacrifice.
Ib only had a rather small idea of what that word could mean, but she didn't know what possessed her when she used that word in her and Mary's earlier conversation. Although the seemingly younger girl just laughed and tried to reassure Ib they'd all get out together, their little chat wouldn't leave her mind.
What if it was really true? What if only two out of three of them could get out? With the many
Title: Call Out My Name
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: Mystery/Friendship/Crime/eventual Romance
Pairing/s: VanShion, future VanNami and RokuShi, mentions of SoKai later on
Summary: "Look at him in the eye and tell me what you honestly see."
Ready?
Start.
The area is unusually loud.
People are gathering at one spot, a mix of gasps, murmurs and screams filling the air. Curious passerbys, even those who didn't want to be involved in such a big commotion, can't help but be drawn in and see what's going on to know what everyone was so overworked about.
No one can hold in their utter shock the moment they see the crime scene.
Someone had died
Strings of a Pierrot (one shot) by R-O-K-U-S-H-I, literature
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Strings of a Pierrot (one shot)
Title: Strings of a Pierrot
Pairing/s: SoKai, in a way...
"When I was touched by your warmth,
your gestures, your smiles,
caused me to b r e a k down."
If Sora could get any more disorganized than this, then every step he took would probably be messier than his own spiky hair.
It wasn't entirely his fault though. His mind was preoccupied with many thoughts he shouldn't be thinking, even less having. He wasn't the type to be serious and ponder on the same things over and over again, but since each situation he had been getting himself in lead to this, he had no choice but to give in and think over things he never knew held any sort of imp
Similarity (drabble one shot) by R-O-K-U-S-H-I, literature
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Similarity (drabble one shot)
Title: Similarity (drabble one shot)
Pairing/s: Platonic Replion; Feel free to see it as romance.
Fate was a cruel thing.
Everyone knew that, and it provided to a known fact that it was always hard to find someone that was, in some way or another, similar to you. And that law applied to everyone, especially to the one and only Riku Replica.
Although the real Riku counted, the replica would never consider to even compare his original with himself. He was a Replica. That was explanation enough. All he had now was a fake heart, filled with fake memories of himself.
Now he didn't know what he could call himself anymore.
So one day (or night,
counting the moments [RokuShi oneshot] by R-O-K-U-S-H-I, literature
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counting the moments [RokuShi oneshot]
Roxas was clueless.
Maybe it was because he was a blonde, or because he was... well, because he was Roxas. Either way the spiky-haired boy never understood a lot of things, even if he seemed to have it all. Friends, popularity, family, you name it. His life was like a rocket that kept soaring up to heights some people could never reach. Enemies were nonexistent. Everyone at school were on good terms with him. Even Seifer was, and they weren't even considered friends.
Roxas never bragged. He was content with how his simple life was and rather liked it that way. Even through all the constants, he was... just peachy.
There was one thing that
Looking Past The Lens [one shot] by R-O-K-U-S-H-I, literature
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Looking Past The Lens [one shot]
[One-sided PenceOlette]
Pence loved taking pictures.
When it came to that, the camera was his closest companion. Without it, he could never see the world in his light. The device was like his eyesight. It'd make him blind, unable to understand why something was so special unless he looked through the lens, and then everything would come at him in full color.
Whenever he clicked the button to take the shot, Pence always smiled. Another well taken photograph meant another memory he wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. He'd keep every single picture, mistake or not, and treasure each memory as if it were gold.
"Smile for the camera!" He alwa
Jack Frost X Reader
"Jack, wake up! It's starting!"
Lying down on the snowy ground, the winter spirit lazily obeyed the all-too familiar voice by opening his eyes, only to meet with a stunning sight.
To start off, Jack never really cared for the night sky. He doesn't care about the stars, the cosmos, the numerous galaxies and the vast universe. What mattered to him was his snow days, the other Guardians (yes, even Easter Kangaroo), his friends, his past and Man in the Moon. He didn't pay much attention to anything else. Those were his only priorities for the last 300 years.
But then he saw this spectacular view.
A meteor shower.
Normall
Jack FrostXReader
"Hey Jack?"
"Hm?"
"The stars are pretty today, you know that?"
Jack looks over to you with a raised eyebrow before flashing his signature crooked smile. "That's what you always say whenever we're up here. You always think the stars are pretty."
"Exactly." You let out a small laugh as you prop yourself up beside the silver-haired boy, careful not to fall. "There's nothing wrong with that. I like stars, and it's actually a pretty good conversation starter."
"Really?"
"Well, we would've just laid down here the whole night with nothing to say if I never let it out."
"... Oh, good point." Jack runs a hand through his dish
Sora was exhausted.
He sighed as he continued to walk almost lazily towards his house. It may have only been a short distance from his school, but it felt like years in the current state he was in right now. Blitzball practice had drained all life out from him, thus making him like a walking zombie. He couldn't wait to get home, play own video games and just chill out like any kid would on a weekend.
"I'm home!" he cried out as he tossed his bag aside and collapsed on the floor like a rag doll. "Man, I'm exhausted! Hey Mom, what did you cook for dinner?"
No reply.
'Huh. That's odd. They're not home?' Sora thought as he hesitantly picked h
A Memory's Promise
What can I say? I'm like a fool stuck in a broken record. I've written this over and over again, and I can never seem to find the right words to say, or even figure out exactly who I'm writing for. As I write this mess of words, a pile of paper is growing at my side, and I think even Demyx is getting suspicious about what I'm doing. I guess it's just because I'm beyond confused and irritated that I can't even think straight. Then I remember I'm ranked even lower than those Heartless out there, so I know not even supposed feel, and everything that I thought I've felt was just an illusion. I admit that. But I guess when you'