Well, I have not written in quite sometime. Yes, I am THEE SniperYingFa. I can't get into my old account because the email I used before doesn't exist, so I cant retrieve the password. But the account is still there. I began writing and found myself writing the story like a poem. I'm not sure if I should make it just a one-shot. Still debating. If there are any errors in spelling and grammer, I apologize in advance. Hope you enjoy it though!

Pierce

MOMO remembered the scent of the bullet,
Its fragrance pierced the eyes of the tumbling solider,
Who drummed his body against the floor,
Creating a waltz of death only Jr.'s gun could scribble down
In the ticking seconds of obscurity

"Please be careful…" She thought

The performer that he is,
Jr. back flipped from the onslaught of mania,
Letting his hands caress the cool surface of the tiled dome,
Its azure walls enclosing all those who dared to be against the red dragon

His two boot clad feet landed with ease,
As the zippers on his black jacket jingled,
Mimicking the twitching of his cerulean eyes,
Itching to count the remaining shadows
who threatened his one and only

"1,3,5, that's not so bad." Jr. thought,
As he took a quick glance at the wooden crates
That littered the place in an ecstasy of the robbing space
That seemed to have no exits and entrances
"Need a plan, need a plan." Jr. thought again,
As he hoped the peach haired cutie
Was safe from the insanity
The soldiers created
In locating the realian
Jr. had swore to protect
With the fighting spirit within him

They would all have to go

MOMO slowly crept some inches away from a bullet hole ridden crate
Where she watched him dance from her hiding place,
As Jr. became one with the anthem of his gun,
Sparks kissing the barrel of the weapon,
In heated passion,
As he sent its magic crackling towards the men
who wanted a piece of him

"Please, don't get hurt," she thought

They all came running,
Becoming a blistering wave of lunacy
In order to take the bastard out,
The U.R.T.V. who had no real father,
No real brothers,
Not even a sister he could depend on now,
All he had was le peche

"5 in front of me," he rapidly counted
Jr. quickly disposed one solider after another
with the swift motion of an eagle's wing,
Stabbing the hearts of each opponent
With the silver casing of the projectile
The two men to his left fell backwards like rampaging clowns,
As the trio in front of him crumpled in heaps of crunched dirt beneath his shoes
"I spit on you bastards, 3 behind me," Jr. snickered in his mind,
As he targeted the last three fools
who thought they new the meaning of stealth

Twirling clockwise like the kiddy carousal,
The red dragon aimed his gun in pure amusement
At the two soldiers who planned an ambush attack behind him
"Jr…don't push yourself so hard." the female realian thought,

As the two soldiers fell from the embrace of air,
Clattering to the floor as crimson seeped from the eye of one solider
And blood descended from the bullet hole on the forehead of another

Shhhh…
Silence in the shadows

Not one flickering in movement as Jr. looked around at his handiwork
Blood spattered the walls in a every motion,
capturing the physical form of wind
"If only I was an artist rather than a fighter," Jr. chuckled light-heartedly,
As his eyes narrowed at the sudden movement
of one shadow by the bullet holed crate
"Oh, I almost forgot about that one," Jr. whispered,
as he slowly moved his left hand,
which carried his treasure,
his ebony gun,
In the direction of the shadow,
His whole body tense with excitement as he waited for his prey to attack him

"Is it over?" MOMO whispered
As she crawled out even further from her hiding place,
Quickly poking her head out of the safety of the crate
To view the depressing blues of the room
"Jr., why is h-"

BANG

The smoke from his gun
Echoed the silent screams of its mistake,
As MOMO plunged to the floor like the broken doll she was

Shhh…
silence in the shadows,
yet again

"Wha…what…" Jr. stuttered in disbelief
"SHIT!" He yelled as he threw the cause of his misery to the ground,
And ran to the affect of his imbalance,
His one and only,
Dripping of rubies
From the soft skin of her head,
As her eyes dimmed
Into the unseen confines
Of her honeycomb eyes