HEY! I'M BACK! FOR NOW!
And yes. I know ya missed me. How's life been without teh awesumest? Dun, dun, dah dun! IT'S MEH! I'M ALIVE! TEH ONE AND ONLY: FIERYHAZEL!
This is a prologue, so it's pretty short. But I want your reviews anyways!
Update on my so-called life: I've been obsessed with Fullmetal Alchemist lately. No, really. IT'S EPIC! You should try it, no matter who 'you' is. I've read the manga, watched the anime, watched the movie, checked out the artbook, read fanfics, and watched ALL the extra stuff on it. Crazy, huh? I've been obsessing, like, forever. It has made my favourites, and I am NOT the type of person to go around favouriting everything I like. I probably only have around 5 favourite mangas/animes.
I ate a lot of birthday cake. My own. ICE CREAM CAKE WITH COOKIE DOUGH! Had a bunch of friends over, and we watched each others' Youtube videos, played video games(I beat them a fair amount of times) and played Twister(at which I am not so pro at).
I also made brownies, cake, cookies, muffins, and cupcakes. My sister's friend bought her a bag which I am really envious about, and other stuff. I got new rollerblades and a new video game.
My friend and I are going to be dissing each other in Shakespearean in front of the class tomorrow. "THOU SHALT NOT FLEE THIS FANFICTION UNSCATHED WITH THY BLOOD, FUSTILARIAN!"
I did very badly on a group project.
And that's all you need to know about my life, so let's continue.
Disclaimer: La la laaaaaaa~~~~! I don't care. I OWN- No, I don't. I sincerely apologize, so please very kindly put that knife away.
Red.
Blood red. Alizarin, crimson, sangria, rufous, venetian, carmine, carnelian, lava, ruby, upsdell, falu, scarlet, maroon, vermillion. Sharp red eyes, crystalline with flecks of different shades of red interwoven into their irises. Pupils and lashes so boundless and pitch-black that I can drown into them. I haven't seen those eyes for years.
Black hair the shade of a raven's feathers. It's shadows are overcast, covering an already grim face. Menacing, as if you haven't lived for years, which is almost true. I know that you haven't interacted with society much ever since I left, or was taken away. I am tempted to caress that hair again, but I can't involve you in this. I'll push you away, no matter how hard it is to do, even if it kills me.
You've grown taller. I have too, but I still need to look up to see your face, as always. Your dress code is also the usual: no tie around your loose collar. Otherwise, you wear the Gakuen Alice high school uniform, fitted to complement your fairly muscular build. The black cloth used to fabricate it contrasts against your pale skin; you look unwell. I'm well aware that this the work of my absence. Your Alice has been taking it's toll on you as well, I can see.
It's been five years since I last saw you. Do you recognize me, Natsume?
Inspire me by simply clicking on that cute little button in the blue?
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