hit-points

Jumin Han or “trust fund kid,” as dubbed by his friends, was not very fond of relationships. Sure, he had women drooling over him for his money and looks (and men, for that matter, due to a few unfortunately untrue rumors), but that had never made him particularly interested in them. He was a straight laced man and always had his mind on business and business only. That’s why, when a certain someone managed to wiggle their way to his heart, he was taken quite off guard. She had come out of nowhere, they met by complete coincidence. And even though he’d barely met her in person, he’d fallen for her. Her sweet voic

I stand alone, a black room It is Too large I Can't Find the End, Too Small Can't Move Around The ground is Hard because it Hurts to fall down But it feels like I'm Sinking Deeper Getting Smaller The air is too thin To breathe And yet thick with f̶e̶a̶r̶ a̶n̶x̶i̶e̶t̶y̶ Something forgotten. The floor gets higher. My legs are gone. I fall It is white now And rather large because I still seem to be falling and I am not scared because I am safe if I Do not hit the ground I have never been happier to be falling My clothes are black and I am surprised because Everyone told me I seem a li

     Killua had eyes for Akane. That much was obvious to anyone who had met the white-haired assassin, from his constant staring to the way he could never form a coherent sentence around her. However, Akane had chosen to ignore the obvious hints and still treated her dear friend like a little brother, and Killua had enough of it.     “Hey, Akane, you there?” Killua knocked on the girl’s door, his normal nonchalant tone woven into his voice. Akane, who was asleep, did not answer. Understanding this, Killua, against his own judgment, opened her door and slipped into her bedroom. The young girl was curled up into a ball, her

        The boy looked at the girl who he held tightly in his arms. Her inky black hair was cut short, making the last bit of the girl he knew three years earlier, the coward, the lolita, the scaredy cat, disappear. Her dark onyx eyes, once bright and happy, were dull and lifeless. There was a bleeding hole in her torso, from his previous attack.    In an attempt to keep the male from hurting his best friend and her lover, Rin Uchiha had jumped in front of Naruto to shield him from Sasuke's attack.    Sasuke was on the verge of tears. First his heroic brother, now his naive little sister.    "Don't worry," he muttered, telling himself m

“We are all like fireworks. We climb, shine and always go our separate ways and become further apart. But even if that time comes, let's not disappear like a firework, and continue to shine... forever." -Tōshirō Hitsugaya (Bleach) -Tite Kubo   I always liked fireworks. I wasn't sure why, they just fascinated me. Most of my family was indifferent. They never were one to be amused by something so simple.   I don't like going outside much. The only time I could leave my house at night on my own was today, the fourth of July.   I don't really like Summer. It was far too hot and my poor, in ever meaning of the word, family nev

My breath seemed to be caught in my throat as I looked at the boy’s muscular figure. My mind was going in circles as I felt a strange throbbing sensation. I was unsure of my current emotion, but there was one thing I was sure of.        “Kiba.”        All I could manage was one breathy whisper. Despite how quietly I said it, the boy’s eyes anxiously shot up to me. He was always on guard, always scared. I couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle, seeing the situation.        “We’re a wreck, huh?” I mutter, plopping down on the bed he was lying in. The male nodded, his mop brown hair bobbing