shishiza-kun

I only want you to see My favorite part of me And not my ugly side Not my ugly side -- Axel looked at his hands, both of them shaking with fear and anger.  He leaned against the column next to him, forcing air in and out of his clenching lungs.  His throat constricted and he could barely see through the tears.  They blurred his vision and he held back a sob, pressing his palms to his emerald eyes, trying to force the salty tears back down.  They stung.  They stung even more than his heart.  His tight black pants restricted some of his movement, and he only slid part way down the column.  His thin lips quivered and suddenly he couldn't h

Distance (SasuNaru FanFic) “Mmmm…Sasuke…” Naruto looked up at his boyfriend.  Sasuke looked down at him lazily, not wanting to miss the movie they were watching. “What is it Naruto…?” Naruto sat up slowly, Sasuke frowning at the lost heat. “Promise you’ll never leave me…” Sasuke was surprised that this was what Naruto said. “Leave you?  Why would I leave you?!” Naruto looked away dejected, Sasuke sighed.  “Listen Naruto…I’m never gonna leave you.  I love you…” Naruto smiled happily and snuggled up to Sasuke

Akatsuki FanFic (this is crack now read it!) “MOM!  WHERE’S MY CLAY, UN!” Deidara ran around his room trying to find his clay.  It was his first day of 7th grade and he wanted to make a good impression on everyone.  Best way to do that is to make things explode, well, by his logic. “IN YOUR ART BOX DOWN HERE WITH ME!  NOW GET YOUR BUTT OUT THE DOOR OR YOU’LL MISS YOUR BUS!” Deidara ran downstairs, grabbing his lunch and clay before running to the bus stop.  He got on, looking for someone to sit with.  There was a boy with some stupid orange mask on, a boy who was…talking to a plant?...one who was cutting

I only want you to see My favorite part of me And not my ugly side Not my ugly side -- Axel looked at his hands, both of them shaking with fear and anger.  He leaned against the column next to him, forcing air in and out of his clenching lungs.  His throat constricted and he could barely see through the tears.  They blurred his vision and he held back a sob, pressing his palms to his emerald eyes, trying to force the salty tears back down.  They stung.  They stung even more than his heart.  His tight black pants restricted some of his movement, and he only slid part way down the column.  His thin lips quivered and suddenly he couldn't h