Sachiko-Spardason

                                                             (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgmQ2JoprPY)       "Sometimes it's better to let go,       even if it hurts like hell."  ------------ Kaneki watched [Y/n]'s sleeping face, as the little lip parting, allowed her to breath in and out. He started pulling her cheek, trying to wake her up. "[Y/N]! Wake up already." He said trying to sound cold. "Kaneki~" She pouted at the white haired mal

Blood was smeared all over his body. His skin was stained with crimson, and he didn’t know what to fear the most. Should he have feared the fact that so much blood had gotten on him in the first place, or the fact that it didn’t belong to him? Kaneki could barely remember anything. All he could recall was a hunger, ingrained deeper than an old root into soil, bringing him more pain than his own slipping humanity. When was the last time he had fed? The memory was lost from his mind. For a time longer than he’d cared to track all he ever feasted on was the damn coffee and sugar cubes Yoshimura gave him. He probably shouldn&

"Mizuki. . ." "Hm? What is it, [Name]-chan?" You tried once more to remove yourself from his clutches, keeping your voice as light and friendly as possible. "I'm not really comfortable with this." Mizuki frowned at you before tightening his grip. "But you said we should spent time together while Nanami-chan is away at school." "Yes," you admitted. "But there are much better ways to spend our quality time than you rubbing my feet. Are you really okay with being so close to another person's feet?" "But of course!" he exclaimed. "You were complaining just yesterday about how much your feet ached. Besides, [Name]-chan has lovely feet." Mizuk

Looking around the library for your friend, you couldn't help feeling like he'd forgotten about your agreement-again. You knew that Yugi was busy, but you didn't want to waste your time helping him out with school and figuring out who Yami really was if he wasn't going to show. Sighing, you did another quick look around before grabbing your backpack and standing up to leave. Slightly disappointed that you didn't get to see your best friend for the- was it the fifth time so far? It was only when you walked through the entrance that you saw that familiar head of tri-colored spiky hair. Despite how upset you were with him, you couldn't help the

The moon had risen by the time Yami was finally able to excuse himself from the group. He’d truly enjoyed catching up with everyone, but the thought of a certain person and the guilt and worry surrounding them had been eating away at him since the moment he’d noticed their absence. That person was you, and he knew he wouldn’t sleep tonight until he saw your face and knew for definite that you were safe and well. He shuddered and gripped his jacket closer to his lithe frame, the wind was bitterly cold against his face and he could feel the tip of his nose burning at its biting touch. Besides him Yugi chattered absentmindedly,