Killing the TimePart 2. PG for minimal swearing.Killing the Time
Ginger yawned and stretched on the empty hospital bed. Dei was up and about, his mostly-healed arm hanging in a sling. He wouldn’t be released for a week yet but that didn’t prevent him from a good time. He opened the door and exited, Ginger hot on his heels.
He was friends in with most of the nurses and patients in the vicinity, a habit of his. Although his arm was still basically unmovable, he did use his good one to wave to those he knew, which weren’t much as it wa
VisitationsThis is an Akatsuki fanfiction. PG for minimal swearing and shonen-ai.Visitations
It was strange, really—Deidara in the hospital and everything. All were quiet, even Tobi, which was a mystery in itself. Sasori was never home anymore, either visiting his partner or out in the back forest.
Deidara was sleeping, in sitting position. His head nodded down, his long hair concealing his bandaged arm. Sleeping was troublesome and filled with pain, the moment playing over and over in his dreams. Gaara crushed his arm for the tenth time- and he snapped to. He could see Sasori through blurred vision, looking out t
Its up...
Happy Tears
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Hmmm? Yeah.
"Art is a BANG!"- Deidara
Sarcasm is your body's natural defense against stupid.
Life is such a serene, hellish, wonderous nightmare. Yeah, I wonder how much sense that makes.
LOLOLOL
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Hmmm? Yeah.
"Art is a BANG!"- Deidara
Sarcasm is your body's natural defense against stupid.
Life is such a serene, hellish, wonderous nightmare. Yeah, I wonder how much sense that makes.
Sing it with me!
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The world is very sexy, isn't it?
Last time on Let’s Play Disgaea, Mid-Boss stole our picnic basket because that’s how he rolls.- Disgaea: Hour of Darkness
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