PunkOfTheSand44

"I hate it when you do that." "I know you do." "Why do you do it?" "Because you hate it." I watched the blonde's expression change from one of placid annoyance to just flat-out pissed off. His face has this way of doing it that makes it so goddamn funny, though- his eyes get all squinty, and his jaw sets, and his face turns this color kinda like my hair. Through this amusing face, though, I can tell he's seriously annoyed. "Seriously, Matt?" He raises an eyebrow. I smirked at him and paused my game, leaning back against the couch with my arms behind my head. "Yes, Mello. I do it simply because it irritates you. I want nothing more than

He was not in love. He was absolutely not in love. That was only a stupid joke of his hormones, yes! It couldn't be anything else, he was a teen and though he wanted to be treated like an adult, puberty hit him as well. Wait, thinking about it, it weren't only his hormones. It was the Colonel's fault, yes, the Colonel's and his behaviour's, so seducing... one moment, double take. Did he just use the word 'seducing' to describe the bastard? That wasn't him, that damn jerk probably had strange powers that allowed him to sneak into other minds and settle there with his big, gigantic, ENORMOUS ego. Yeah, that was the explanation! -What are yo

"...And for my final wish, I want Harry to fall desperately in love with me," sneered Draco. Dumbledore looked at Draco, merely shaking his head. Did Draco never pay attention to rules? Harry gasped. He looked desperately at his father; how could things have gotten so bad? "My lord... master. You know there are rules, quid pro quo regarding this-" Dumbledore mentioned, slightly bashful. The twinkle in his eyes hadn't quite disappeared, however. "DON'T TALK BACK TO ME you ungrateful wizard! You will do what I order you to do. NOW!" yelled Draco. It wasn't exactly a good thing for Dumbledore to be antagonising the most powerful sorcerer in t

A certain raven Uchiha sighed to himself. Maybe he shouldn't have come back to the leaf village. They were just working him like a slave with all these missions. I mean hell he was an 18 year old Anbu who had been in more missions then three of the older Anbu combined. It was simply ridiculous. And Now they sent him all the way out to the Sand village just to watch the Kazekage. Like Gaara even needed watching, this must have just been more punishment for him betraying the village a few years back. A sigh left his lips as he reached the wooden gates to Suna. The guards gave him glares up but pulled out his mission info and showed it to them.

They were in the Suoh secondary mansion sitting room, sipping their cups of tea, and Kyouya was about to die of boredom listening to Tamaki's endless chatter.  How could someone talk so enthusiastically and for so long about absolutely nothing?  Kyouya checked his watch.  He could have sworn Tamaki had been babbling without significant pause for the last thirty minutes. He roused himself from his thoughts when he realized the other boy was asking him a question. "Kyouya!  What do you think, Kyouya?  Is Kyoto or Akami better?" "I hadn't thought about it." "Kyoooouyaaaaa!  You aren't even listening to me, are you?" "Not especially, no." T