(Well, no, it did turn to be necessary, didn’t With him, although fortunately that wasn’t necessary. I thought I would have given up my existence on this earth for just a few moments The windows still had bars and wire criss-crossed inside the glass. It was a depressing place, which was why the school got such a deal it had once been a prison for those guilty of minor crimes, juvenile delinquents being rehabilitated with art and psychiatrists. They were scattered around the resort house. Kaito had a memory of sleeping with Shuichi Minamino when they were very young, on a school trip. It was a blessing that Yusuke learned to hate. Yusuke and I had attained the lifespans of our youkai halves. Although he was two years older than her, he looked no older than twenty-five. Losing his friends and family before his eyes had hardened him. Yukina had been taking tiny bites out of a small, brightly colored fruit tart Keiko was drinking orange-ginger tea Shizuru was smoking, lazy eyes on the people passing by and the traffic of the street. They were at their favorite coffee shop, squeezed into a booth near a window to rest their feet and take a break from the cold and intermittent but persistent flurries of snow. Keiko paused with her cup halfway to her lips then she glanced toward Shizuru, who sat in a slant of light, her cigarette dangled loosely away from the table. Yukina put her fork down and said, “I need a job.” She Says It’s Not a Love Song (But It Totally Is) - Kahn Him back, she didn’t know why he kept trying because she never did, and part of her hated Neighborhood where he probably hung out with all his new, upper class friends. Kazuma called her again today, requesting a lunch at some upscale restaurant in his new Supervisors wandered, checking on each team between spates in the shade of the base tent. The students worked carefully, measuring and roping the ground into three by three meter squares. The intense sun seemed impossibly close to those exposed on the dusty ground below. The air was hot and dry, and the warm breeze that drifted by occasionally was no comfort. Would stand outside those doors all night – not to keep anyone unwanted from entering, but to There was no sound of the "escorts’” footsteps retreating down the hall, though in the heavy,Īrmored boots they wore, there surely should have been. A murmured goodnight, a step away from the doors Men were, indeed, escorts, and not guards. Leashed - Penguin-samaĪ polite smile for the soldiers who had escorted him to his rooms as they all pretended that the Long, pale fingers wrapped around a porcelain mug filled with tea. The still air stuck to skin like cobwebs, every breath as The sun blazed high in a blue-white sky, and had long since replaced puddles of last night’s rain with glassy Japan, but today it seemed that the unbearable weather of later summer Tokyo in late June usually suffered from heavy rain, as did the rest of “You smell very… freshly washed.” The Best Defense, and sequel A Good Offense (Plus: Sidefics) - JoIsBishMyoga Mukuro’s lips curling into the same self-amused smirk he could hear in her voice. “You found a human today, didn’t you.” He knew that if he looked up, he would see “I’m going to kill you, and I’m going to roast your flesh and I’m going to feed it to my cat.” All of Windswift’s Fics “I’m going to kill you,” Kuwabara said slowly and carefully, enunciating each syllable with the careful precision usually reserved for prayer. There are some notable absences from this list- Blossomwitch, for example-but I’m going to excuse myself by saying this is only my favorite writing styles, not even my favorite fics, so you’ll have to give me a pass on what I did and did not include, if it doesn’t match up to your own (equally valid and awesome) preferences. I thought I’d post a list of what I came up with, in case there are any others out there who like reading well-written fics, and maybe haven’t done any of the fandom’s old faithfuls yet, or would like to branch out. Some on this list I like more than others, some are ubiquitous, some aren’t as well-known. I’ve read thousands upon thousands of Yu Yu Hakusho fics in my time. So, here I am, it’s a rainy Saturday night, and I’m trying to decide what Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction to give passionatekitsune that’s as well-written as Midsummer’s Moon.
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