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Summary: Asami realizes it's not her Mako loves. — one-sided Masami It isn't fair, she thinks. It takes awhile before she can face the facts, the truth being smacked upon her face as she watches their practices day by day. She notices. She notices the stares he gives her, recognizes the flare in his golden amber eyes when the avatar swirls on her feet. She doesn't blame him, though. Korra's bending is something worth watching. It seemed like dancing, she thinks, except much more swift—much more precise, elegant, magical, even. It's something she would never be able to impress him with. She watches as Korra's brunette locks fly in t

She grew accustomed to the real world after being a part of it for months of her stay. It was definitely different; it was carefree, happy, and lively—literally. It made her feel vivacious for once in her life. It was as if all her worries, all her stress—everything that caused her mind to swirl in a big heap of a mess, was gone and would never come back. People could do anything here without the worries of superiors, with a duty to keep Soul Society at peace, giving you a grimacing look. Of course there were some snotty people in the town who seemed they were judging one's every move, but she didn't think it was half as bad as some

It wasn't the first time they saw each other, and neither was it going to be the last. - Mail Jeevas remembered the time he and Misa Amane had met in person. It was kind of somewhat odd to him, that he had met her in such a bizarre place for a girl like her. She was a teenage model, or around twenty—at least. Little did he know, that he was going to see her that night, for the second time. The clock almost stroke one in the morning, signaling Matt's dismissal from his temporary shift he needed to use as an occupation, other than saying he was socially equipped in a mafia, who, legitimately stole information, abducted people, and terror

"Near, were you aware that you and L have met in person?" The curiosity in his grey eyes reflected the caretaker of the orphanage's question. His fingers had stopped delicately twirling a piece of his white hair as the question—or really; statement—sunk into the depths of his mind. Had he truly met the superior, the one and only, the one he had basically aveng— Nate River was twenty-one years old. His face remained skeptical; his eyes—alarmed. That's what he always did when he was shocked; hide it all in his eyes; the emotions, the thoughts, the wavering curiosity all drowning miscellaneously in his grey orbs. It was onl

And feelings were ignited as they sat there smoking cigarettes at five in the morning. He couldn't make out the figurines on the shelf resting against the dark walls collaged with a significant amount of crosses directly in front of where he sat because of all the smoke clogging up the teenage girl's room. Inhale, blow. His lips were stained with nicotine by then, the way she said she liked them. She was playing with the lighter, resting horizontally on her bed. Her face was upside down—in front of him—falling off the side of her doubled cushion; her long blond hair touching the floor beneath her. From the corner of his azure ey

What was he even doing with his life? Pulled out of his home with his friend, now rivals with another someone who he's also grown up with, working to find out a psychotic murderer? This was a flush of energy that had been consumed by days, and days. Time was ticking away—and who knew that in the moment of such an unusual mission, he'd be bored out of his mind. He had literally been doing nothing but burning cigs and spying on a girl; some model. He didn't even know what he was supposed to be looking for. Damn, Mello didn't even give him specific directions other than to look for anything unusual. For fuck's sake, everything was unusual.

Summary: After being left as a regular human, Ichigo's visited by the most unexpected person. And she's back for a whole year, planning on living in his closet once again. Each chapter covers a day within the year. -begins 2 years after the aizen arc Chapter 9: Day 111. Ichigo remembered the time Rukia was first introduced to vodka. Ichigo had decided that if Rukia really wanted the living experience she'd never got to enjoy, she had to go to a bar, or a club, or wherever teens actually had fun. She had never really drank for fun; she did so on special occasions only. She'd drunken beer before, as well as all sorts of wine and fruit coolers

Summary: After being left as a regular human, Ichigo's visited by the most unexpected person. And she's back for a whole year, planning on living in his closet once again. Each chapter covers a day within the year. -begins 2 years after the aizen arc Chapter 8: Day 288. She walked alone, the city lights guiding her down the sidewalks. The clicking of her ankle boot's heels echoing in the silent distance. Her blue eyes were stained red, her throat, short in breath. Out of all her years in living, she had never felt this way, ever. She didn't know the human world could put so much of an effect in her life. Her demeanor felt broken, her mind s

Summary: After being left as a regular human, Ichigo's visited by the most unexpected person. And she's back for a whole year, planning on living in his closet once again. Each chapter covers a day within the year. -begins 2 years after the aizen arc Chapter 7: Day 185. The college student grabbed the lion toy by its back, avoiding its aimless throws at his face, after yanking onto Ichigo's leg. "Annoying dick!" Ichigo replied angrily at the pest. "Just because you've been spending more time with Nee-san does not mean you can ditch me like that!" "Ditch you?!" "Yeah! I felt like a total third-wheel you asshole! Don't think that just bec