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fear || gokudera hayato
Fear
A Gokudera Hayato drabble
He feared he was too late, that he should not do this.
She didn’t want him, but at the same, she wanted to cry in
his arms.
He knew that she’d probably just push him away, but he
wanted to be close again.
She knew he came for her, but she thinks it’s all an
illusion.
Neither knew that he was hoping
And she was waiting.
DONE!
I swear, this has probably been the fastest I have ever written a three-part drabble and a oneshot. ONE EFFIN' SITTING. IN THIRTY MINUTES. I hate you, brain, you gave out everything in one go.
This drabble is identical to the "Memories" oneshot, JSYK.
Labels: drabble, fear, hayato gokudera, Sora Midori, TYLHayato
On Friday, May 4, 2012 at 5:17 PM
moment || gokudera hayato
Moment
A Gokudera Hayato drabble
Her blood was all over the place, her eyes sinking to a
close.
He can’t believe that she just said what she always felt,
and there she was, dying on his arms.
Her lips were unfurled to a smile, but her eyes can’t make a
clear image of her love.
Tears streaked down his cheeks, though he didn’t know why.
He loved her, too, but it was too late to tell her, now.
“SORA!”
Okay, I admit, this one's a little emo, but it's connected to the "Memories" oneshot.
Second down :> I think I'll stick to three drabbles. I wanna go out of the
house already :I
Labels: angst, blood, emo mode, hayato gokudera, moment, SORA IS DYING WTF BRAIN?, Sora Midori
at 5:08 PM
life || gokudera hayato
Life
A Gokudera Hayato drabble
He didn’t even know what she wanted, but she barged in his
life.
There wasn’t even any warning that there’d be a hurricane in
his life.
But she felt that this was the only way for him to know.
Or at least, make him feel it, even if he didn’t know.
It was good enough for her.
This is the drabble I said in the Gokudera oneshot, yeah. It's gonna be in...
Three parts? Four? BAH.
In any case, first one.
Labels: drabble, hayato gokudera, life, Sora Midori
at 5:03 PM
insecurities || gokudera hayato
Insecurities
A Gokudera Hayato oneshot
Valentine’s Day.
Oh, wretched date, why must you arrive? Why, oh why, can’t
you just skip over and be a normal day for once, so it would be easier?
Sora fidgeted, nervous that tomorrow was the dreaded day.
Sure, she has already made the chocolates she wanted to distribute to everyone
she loves, but there was one person she wanted to receive it, most of all.
Him. Her only love.
She shook her head; her mind telling her that she’s
delusional. After all, Gokudera has never been informed that she likes him, much
less the fact that all times she teased him was just so he could notice her.
They never even dated, so why should she go through all the trouble, anyway? It
wasn’t like Gokudera was expecting anything sweet that came from her. He’s also
a definite heartthrob; he’d probably receive millions of homemade chocolate and
gifts from girls all over Namimori. Compared to the other girls, who was she,
anyway?
“Great, just great. A night away from that day and you’re thinking like that, brain! Thanks for helping!”
Sora expected to hear her brain say “Anytime, love!”. Her
brain’s the natural scumbag with this, huh?
The morning greeted her with its tempting, warm rays and
mockingly great weather. The sun wasn’t too strong; clouds were covering up some
of the unnecessary heat. Birds were out, too, singing their songs of love.
Animals came in couples today; enjoying the day as sweethearts, like the
humans.
“Oh, that’s just awesome, nature. You’re conniving with my
brain! I hate you!”
And since when did the cheery, easygoing and mischievous
Midori Sora hate nature? Blame her own nervousness, anxiety, and fears with
that, okay?
She clutched the extra bag she brought with her, to help her
deal with the boxes of chocolate and other gifts she had for everybody. Her
load was actually halved that morning; she had already left her gifts to her
Guardians in their respective rooms in the Manor. All that was left now was for
her friends outside her Famiglia, such as the people she know in Vongola, and
some other people.
The first she saw that day was Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was
walking to school earlier than expected. He looked a little nervous; maybe he
was expecting of a gift from Kyoko and Haru. Sora took this opportunity to give
Tsuna his chocolate and gift which she made herself (except for the gift; she
bought it).
“Tsu-fish~!”
The Tenth Vongola Boss shot a look at the direction of the
voice, as the blonde Boss of Scintilla ran to him, smiling and waving.
“A-ah? Ohayou, Sora-san!”
Sora rummaged in her bag, looking for Tsuna’s gift, and
pulled it out immediately. In her hand, she held a fish plushie, and a
rectangular box of chocolates, with a note attached.
“To Tsu-fish: Happy
Valentine’s Day! Good luck with running Vongola, alright~? You’re gonna need
all the help you can get! ~Sora”
“Thanks, Sora-san!”
The blonde girl smiled, cheery that she has given the first
of her other presents, but her spine crept to her with a sudden chill when she
heard a familiar voice.
“Juudaime!”
In that instant, Sora can’t speak, and her face began to
lose its peach color, but a noticeable red hue stayed at her cheeks. She
hurriedly said goodbye to Tsuna and ran off, leaving Tsuna a little confused,
but he smiled at her sympathetically.
“Good morning, Juudaime! Wow, you have a Valentine’s present
already? Wow! I knew Juudaime is so popular! Who gave it to you, Kyoko?”
Tsuna looked at his self-proclaimed right hand man,
Gokudera, with an embarrassed face. “A-ah, anou, no! Sora-san just gave it to
me a moment ago.”
“Huh. Why would that baka give you chocolates today?”
Tsuna handed Gokudera the note that came with his present,
and Gokudera read it nonchalantly. He shot a quick, angered look at the note,
and complained that it was degrading his “precious Juudaime”. Tsuna assured to
him that Sora was just joking, but Gokudera won’t let it off the hook easily.
Sora arrived at the gate of Namimori, where she spotted
Ryohei with Kyoko, and Yamamoto. After handing her gifts to everybody, she ran
off again, half-fearful that she might be late for her classes, and
half-fearful that Gokudera might see her there. She left hurriedly, and as she
turned around the corner, Tsuna and Gokudera arrived at the gates. Everybody
discussed about their gifts, with Ryohei’s being a boxing glove plushie with
the words “To the Extreme!” embroidered on it, Kyoko’s gift being a plushie
that looked like the Namimori Custard Creampuff, and Yamamoto’s being a fluffy
baseball glove plushie. They all wondered why Gokudera haven’t received
anything from Sora, but he shrugged it off, saying that he didn’t have time for
that rubbish, as his main concern was Juudaime. He was then surrounded by
girls, as with Yamamoto and Ryohei, who were all eager to give their own gifts
to the three people.
The day passed by slowly, but it was happy, nonetheless.
Sora has given her gift to Haru, who was pleasantly surprised with the gift,
and decided that she and Kyoko should do the same, too.
Sora’s last stop on her list was Tsuna’s house, where I-Pin,
Reborn, Bianchi, Lambo and Sawada Nana,
otherwise known as Tsuna’s Mother, received their own gifts, with I-Pin’s
plushie being a dumpling, Reborn’s plushie was a lizard which looked like Leon,
Bianchi’s was a scorpion plushie, Lambo had a cow plushie and Nana got a “Best
Mom” apron. Sora hesitated on leaving when Nana asked her if she wanted to eat
dinner with them, but when Yamamoto and Gokudera arrived to hang out with
Tsuna, her decision became a resolve. She didn’t want to confront Gokudera on
the Day of Hearts; she’s afraid he might just reject her. As a girl, it is
painful for her to experience such, but what would she do? Throw all dignity
away and lunge at him, confessing her love? His main, and only, concern was
Tsuna; she was nothing more than just a girl who happens to be a little
annoying, but is his Boss’ friend.
Besides, he rejects gifts for him during Valentine’s Day, so
why would hers be any different, anyway?
But her heart pounded, pleaded. Please, oh please, give him
the gift! Say what you want to say! Tackle him, wrestle him if you have to!
This feeling’s gonna burst out!
Her mind protested, saying that it would only be very
awkward between the two of them.
But there was a way out, even if it was painful. That was
the only way she could be friends with him, and keep her secret a… secret.
“Oii! Ahodera!”
“What, woman?!?”
“Here’s your bloody present!”
Gokudera received his own gift, a box of chocolate in a
heart-shaped container with a kitten plushie.
“Don’t get any ideas! I ran out of boxes!”
“Jeez, woman! I’m not getting any ideas! What makes you
think I’d get any, anyway?”
Sora smiled her cheeky grin
“Just so you know, Bianchi-chan made those with me!”
Gokudera spat out the chocolate he already popped in his
mouth, shocked at what Sora (falsely) revealed.
“WHAT?!? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, DAMN WOMAN?!?”
“Ma~aybe~.” Sora slyly teased, as she watched his fury with
relish. Her heart wanted to scream out how stupid Sora was for ruining her
chances, but she held the emotion back. She held away the tears that wanted to
creep out, her regret that she did, in fact, let the moment slip away, but he
won’t even care if she said the truth anyway. She’d gladly die first before she
said anything.
Not that it won’t happen in the near future, without either
of them knowing.
And neither of them knew, either, that they were growing
fond of each other, whether they like it or not.
alkfdsjgaslkj I'm so horrible ;_________;
See, Sora, that's what you get when you love a gay retard like Gokudera
(Sora: Hey! YOU designed me!)
(Gokudera: Hey! I'm not gay!)
Whatever.
In any case, this is best read when you're listening to "Key To My Heart" by Jessica Jarrell.
Trust me, IT'S PERFECT. In fact, it was the inspiration.
Now, off to do some drabbles!
Labels: crack, hayato gokudera, insecurities, Namimori, oneshot, scintilla, Sora Midori, Vongola, WTF IS THIS SHIT I DON'T EVEN
at 4:49 PM
trauma || uchiha sasuke
Trauma
An Uchiha Sasuke ramble
"There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you." - Z.N. Hurston
“Why do you write?”
The jet black-haired kunoichi looked at the source of the
question, the raven-haired man standing beside her, as she stepped away from
the relish of indulging herself in the myriad of words in the notebook she
often wrote in. Nobody has been an audience of her writing in years, probably
only Sasuke and her sister has seen her doing such (or noticed her, actually).
The latter did not mind; it was her idea in the first place that got the young
Genin hooked in the art of literature. The former, though, decided to question
about it, the real reason why she prefers writing, and in secrecy. There are
lots of hobbies in the world, so why choose such a mediocre thing as writing?
“What kind of question is that, Uchiha?”
“Just answer me.”
The girl closed her notebook with a huff, tucking it in her
bag safely, as to let no prying eyes get their sights upon the things she’s
been scribbling relentlessly in her notebook. She stood up, pushing her weight
using the Sakura tree she has been utilizing as a source of shade under the
gentle warmth of the afternoon sky.
“It’s nothing. Just a hobby.”
Sasuke didn’t believe her for one second. Whenever he sees
her write, she’d be in mixed emotions. She’s smile, she’s frown, she almost
cried on one occasion, and she’s sigh. There’s something else than just a
“hobby”.
“Let me see your notebook.”
In that instant, Akane’s face flared up, as the expression
of shock and embarrassment crept upon her face. She knew that nobody can she
what she was writing in her notebook; there was too much attached to it that
she didn’t want people to see. Besides… there’s a new composition that she
haven’t finished yet. Not yet.
“N-no! I-I mean… n-not yet… I’m not done with it!”
Sasuke immediately raised his suspicion. He knew something
was up with that notebook, and now, her expression and the way she talked
proved that there’s more to this “writing” than just a mere pastime. He rested
his case for this time, his question almost answered.
“Fine, but you said it; I get to see that notebook of yours
when you’re done.”
“Alright already!”
The night flew swiftly by, as Akane sat on her bed with a
pen and her notebook in her hand.
“You swore forever but
you're not here”
The girl’s lips curled to a smile, as a tear dropped on the
paper that she has been writing on.
***************************************
The bright, cheery morning greeted Konoha with a bright
smile, as its inhabitants continued on with their everyday tasks. The
black-haired Konoe continued her training, secluded in the trees, when the man
she has been constantly sparring with came by, surprised that the girl arrived
earlier than he did.
“The notebook’s in my bag, just get it yourself.”
Sasuke immediately knew what she meant, and shrugged. He
didn’t know if he was curious or he just wanted to do something else for the
day, but when he opened the first few pages, he was dumbstruck.
“I wanted to see you,
I miss you and you left
That day won't come
anymore
The faint aroma
drifts, the seasons goes around
The time I gasped is
revived now
I fell in love for the
first time. Everything was shining
I want to carve our
time together, even if it's just a bit
Your voice below the
sakura tree
The spring breeze
bothered and I didn't heard
I wished that isn't a
Goodbye
I wanted to see you, I
miss you and you left
The smile of that day
fell
You swore forever but
you're not here
If it comes true, next
year, when the sakura flies down
I want to take photos
of us side by side. That day won't come anymore”
“On the nights that I think of you, in a sweetly smelling breeze,
A comforting kindness will pass through me
I know just how painful it is
If a conversation is interrupted, it's sad...
Now I have opposed and strayed from the freedom called loneliness
On the nights that I think of you, in a sweetly smelling breeze,
Traces of you from the time we touched save me
Ah, if you sing, it will be carried to me, wrapped in the distant wind
A comforting kindness will pass through me”
“Slipping into the crowd
I can hear your voice
In the middle of the intersection, I look for a map for the future
I believe there's no dream that can't come true beyond the sky
I wanna go and find myself
Grab hold of a once-in-a-lifetime chance”
Sasuke didn’t know why, nor did he even thought of why, but
the things Akane has been writing… it was as if he wrote them himself. It was
like, a wave of despair washed over him in a sudden instant; the words striking
him like arrows with poison tips. He shook away the feeling, not wanting to
remember those painful moments of his life, and flipped the pages towards the
other thing she has been writing.
“The nightmares, they
don’t go away. It’s scaring me. I want to forget everything. I want to remember
only what beautiful memories I had, but they keep on bothering me. Reality… I
want to grip it tightly. I don’t want to sleep anymore. I want to see reality,
just reality, because when the darkness covers my eyes, everything I know seems
to be an illusion. I don’t want it to fade away.”
“The life is hugging
me tightly; it’s so comforting. I want to be awake, I don’t want to sleep, I
just want this life to stay like this.”
They were broken thoughts, scribbled on the paper by a young
girl who looked so tough and complete, but weak and fragile inside. Sasuke felt
the same thing, with her writings, but he did not expect what he read next.
“I never imagined it.
The comfort it gives me is so warm, so gentle. I don’t want it to go away. Nee-chan…
Sasuke… Naruto… Hinata… Konohamaru… I don’t want it to fade. The nightmares,
they’re backing away. I don’t want them to go back. They helped me get better.
They’re family. Nee-chan promised she’d never leave, that we’ll be together forever.
Naruto… he will never betray me, I know it. He will never do those things they did. Hinata will always be there for me.
Konohamaru… he’s a comfort to have around. Sasuke… he understands. He knows
what I’ve also been through. It’s like… he’s there himself, and he lives
through the pain and regret. I wanna be like him. I want to survive this
trauma. I want it to go away, and to live.”
Sasuke threw the notebook on the ground, and he walked
towards the girl who, without speaking, has said so much in her life.
“Why do you write?”
“You can answer that question yourself.”
“Therapy.”
“No, not only that.”
The purpose of living, of being awake. Of being real.
I wanted to see how to have nightmares every night, and what would she
write about when she's using writing as her therapy.
You don't get it? Let me explain: Akane suffers from PTSD because her clan, along
with two other close clans, were killed by the last two clans of the Five Families
of Arashigakure. So Akira (her sister) advised her to write, so she could
cope up with the disorder.
In any case, Slow © Kiyoharu and Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge,
Easy Go and Sakura Rock © Kazuki Kato, MEEKO and Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Uchiha Sasuke © Kishimoto Masashi
Konoe Akane © me
Now, off to get rid of my emo mode, which is leading me to think about life and all that shit. :I
Labels: emo mode, Konoe Akane, post-traumatic stress disorder, ramble, therapy, trauma, Uchiha Sasuke, utter failure, WTF IS THIS SHIT I DON'T EVEN
On Wednesday, May 2, 2012 at 2:40 PM
oujosama
So, hai. Maia, Le Cheshire Cat, marionette14, Schizophrenia, Midnight Rose, Sasori the Puppeteer. I write stuff, including songs. Feel free to poke me, just not at the eyes. I need those.
I r always hungry, so watch out. I might bite you >3
I am artistic, but not inclined to painting.
I sketch when I want to, resulting in my short attention span.
I compose songs whenever I want to shout out my feelings but I can't.
I'm already contented with my latest crush, because he's plainly gorgeous and charming and... I should stop.
I'm a Taekwondoin, and I have medals to prove it.
I hate it when my broadband goes "Local" on me.
I love my Photoshop so much that I neglect GIMP now. Sorry, GIMP.
I can sing pop, rock and even rap. Off-key when I have colds, off-key when I like it, but I don't do soprano, only up to mezzo soprano and alto.
My senpai is Dei-senpai.
They say I'm a good role player, but I still lack skill, or so I tell myself.
I already claimed Gokudera Hayato, Hidan, Akasuna no Sasori, Uryuu Ishida, Syusuke Fuji, Death the Kid, Fye D. Flowright/ Fai D. Fluorite, Sebastian Michaelis, Recca Hanabishi, Wolfram von Beielefeld, Colonello, Cloud Strife, Vincent Valentine, and Kadaj. If you have any problems with that, I'll strike you with their arsenal.
I created a Twilight character with a low Mary-Sue score, compared with Edward Cullen or Bella Swann.
I'm a proud Team Jacob. He has an awesome eight-pack abs.
I laugh in the 'Net with "LOLFu", "Nyufufufu" or "Nyahaha".
I'm going to a Halloween party as a zombie.
Boys in my fanfics ; Girls they're paired with
Uchiha Sasuke ; Konoe Akane
Gokudera Hayato ; Sora Midori
Echizen Ryoma ; Fujiwara Miharu
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