Sebastian & Ciel Яой

They hadn't quite gotten over the fact that Miroku was suddenly a gay monk and he was bothered with the odd Вопрос when out on small errands with Sango или kagome,
as for Shippo, well his Вопросы were usually еще on the lines of

'are Ты going to get pregnant?'

Everything had smoothly run along this course for a good-4 days. And than while sharing a room (at the expense of a suspisious elderly couples judgemental glare)
Inuyasha opened his big mouth, it was shortly after a slightly burned meal, and a small gesture of a hand grasping under the таблица sent InuYasha freaking out and Miroku
shunned...

Sing to me songs of the darkness…
Farewell to heaven, my friend.
Come to me, bury your sorrow…
Temptation await the condemned.
    Crona woke with a gasp. He had had a certain song stuck in his head for a week, now, and he didn’t know what to do. Somehow it suited him, though. A lot of depressing songs did. The demon swordsman looked up out of the little window in his room at the DWMA. Light shone down into his room, but missed Crona altogether, making him feel dreary.
    “Ugh…” Crona mumbled as he got up out of bed. He looked out the window again....

One typical день at head quarters everything the same... Light-kun typing, Misa-san attached to his arm like a stupid bee to a beautiful rose, a red rose...Wait I mwant to say... oh forget it! I need some еще sugar. "Light-kun I'm going to get some cake." "And? What am I supposed to do about it?" "Get your dumbass up thats what." "And if I don't?" Light actually 'smirked!' at ME! I mean I'm a great detective I aint taking his crap any more!

"One last chance Light-Kun." "I'm trying to so- Uhg! Ryuzaki!" "Ryuzaki-san! Don't Ты dare hurt my Ligh-kun!!!" While Misa-san was yelling I saw Light-kun...

It had been three days after Spirit had almost дана in to Stein’s advance on him and his сердце was still aching. He had wanted nothing еще than to allow Stein to touch him, Kiss him, pleasure him, but he knew that it would only end in his сердце being broken again. He couldn’t expect Stein to commit to him. Who was he kidding? He knew Stein would commit to him. It was Spirit himself who couldn’t be expected to commit. He wanted to, but it he didn’t know how. He had never дана all of his Любовь to one single person in all of his life. Yet when he thought of Stein, oh how his сердце beat....

It had been a week since Spirit had been confronted by Stein in the hospital and he had been on guard ever since, so as not to run into him again. He had run away from Stein in tears and had cried himself to sleep. Seeing him was like getting a slap in the face, a painful reminder of the past. Even now, Spirit sat on the floor in the death room, bawling. “That’s enough!” Death chopped his head.
“Ah!” Sprit lay on the ground, his head pounding and tears still rolling down his cheeks.
“Quit your whining! I don’t want my scythe crying in front of the teachers.”
“Huh?” Spirit looked...

Spirit sleepily opened his eyes and let out a soft, pleasured moan. A large, gentle hand slowly stroked his hair. How he loved those hands. Spirit looked into Stein’s luminous green eyes. “How long have Ты been awake?” The only light in the room that allowed them to see each other came from the moon light that spilled in through the cracks in the curtain.
“Not long.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well, I didn’t want to wake you. Ты were sleeping so peacefully.”
“So you’ve been watching me sleep?” Spirit rolled over on his other side so his back was to Stein. “Perverted...

Watson muttered something under his breath. Sherlock didn't bother to decode it, knowing it was most likely another witty Комментарий of their situation.

"Oh Watson, dearest Watson I wish Ты would cheer up"

his cold flatmate and colluege sat curled up in a sort of upright fetal potition. A blanket that had small holes chewed through it drapped over his shoulders
still moist from the storm his clothes too wet to wear without catching hypothermia.

"at least we caught the man"

"wrong Holmes,"

he hissed from the beat up bed

"we didn't catch him, we drove him to a trap five miles from here and now were stuck"...

Stein and Spirit walked back to the motorcycle, Stein’s forehead still bleeding. “How are we going to drive all the way back to Death City tonight? We can’t do t with your head bleeding like that.”
Stein wiped at the blood. “We’ll have to get a hotel to stay in.”
“Fine. But let me drive there. Ты can hardly see with blood in your eye.”
“Good idea. Ты drive. That way I won’t have to deal with this pain. We’ll probably crash and die on impact.”
“I am an excellent driver!” Spirit got on the bike. “Just get on and keep your snide Комментарии to yourself for once.”
Stein...

Not really sure how to feel about it
somethin’ in the way Ты move
makes me feel like I can’t live without you
it takes me all the way,
I want Ты to stay…
    Ciel hugged his knees on the corner of his bed. His moon lit room seemed to glow with cold, lonely light as he looked up at the silvery moon. Ciel gave a long sigh. He had been waking in the middle of the night often now, and he couldn’t shake the горький feeling of loneliness from his mind. Ciel felt the corner of his eyes burn.
    Damn it…, the earl thought to himself. He honestly had...

Chrisko had a hard time making Друзья at his new school.He moved to Choshi,Japan from Georgia in the United States.
He had learned Japanese by the time he moved to Япония so he had no problem speaking to the locals.He was just very shy and so
was unable to make friends.When he entered class he of course introduced himself to the class in a polite tone of voice and bowed
to the class before taking his сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to a guy who was studying for an up-coming test.He was handsome but he looked like he
worked himself way too hard."Okay class,"began the teacher."We are having a test on the history of Japan."...