The forbidden chocolate mountain #01
Author's notes: Hi folks! Nice to see you all again! After the total failure of "I'll be yours, only yours", here is another rubbish fanfic by Kurikuri! Anyone who likes terrible fanfics will certainly enjoy this one.
Warnings: Well, except my utterly awful grammar and incomprehensible expressions I hope there won't be any scary bits in this fanfic. Ah... I remembered! Major warning! Beware my crazy story line! That's all I need to say. Have a nice time picking up my mistakes and correcting my grammars!
Disclaimer: Nothing is me, nothing at all is my.
N.B. Happy 104th birthday, Tsuzuki! Visit my forum totally dedicated to YnM at y from hell". He sat beside a old oak tree eating something looked vaguely like the "leftover sushi". He looked lazy and relaxed. Very unusual for him because he just finished writing the yearly-expenditure report. Very year at this time, he was either going around the division, giving everyone his "new year warning" or too busy shouting at Tsuzuki for putting the department in red again. But this year he was doing neither. There were already rumours going around the division about his abnormal behaviour. Some suspected that he finally learnt how to respect the "nerves" of his colleagues. Others thought he probably gone mad because Tsuzuki did managed to demolish two bridges and one chocolate factory the previous year. They were all wrong. But it was hard to figure out how Tatsumi's brain worked. He was always the most secretive person in the bureau. Even Hisoka with his empathy could not comprehend him. For most of the times even Tatsumi could not understand himself totally. May be the saying was right. Life is a myth. But he knew this could not apply to him, because he was no longer alive. What about death? If life is a myth, then death is the reality. This might sound a bit silly, but Tatsumi knew there is an element of truth in this. A truth that no one could ignore. He wiped away rice from his cheeks with a white handkerchief. He stood up, smiled towards the sun, and pushed up his glasses, walked away soundlessly. This is the beginning of another era in Meifu when anything could happen and anything is possible. ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^ A/N: What you think? Crazy um? Well, this won't make sense unless you read my next update. Anyway, this will be good. I promise! (liar) Who said that? (me) Who are you? (none of your business) WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? (wanna know?) Yeah! Just get the hell out of here! Sorry about that. Anyway, wish me luck because I might be able to squeeze out time to write if you do. Have a nice day!
Author's notes: Hi folks! Nice to see you all again! After the total failure of "I'll be yours, only yours", here is another rubbish fanfic by Kurikuri! Anyone who likes terrible fanfics will certainly enjoy this one.
Warnings: Well, except my utterly awful grammar and incomprehensible expressions I hope there won't be any scary bits in this fanfic. Ah... I remembered! Major warning! Beware my crazy story line! That's all I need to say. Have a nice time picking up my mistakes and correcting my grammars!
Disclaimer: Nothing is me, nothing at all is my.
N.B. Happy 104th birthday, Tsuzuki! Visit my forum totally dedicated to YnM at y from hell". He sat beside a old oak tree eating something looked vaguely like the "leftover sushi". He looked lazy and relaxed. Very unusual for him because he just finished writing the yearly-expenditure report. Very year at this time, he was either going around the division, giving everyone his "new year warning" or too busy shouting at Tsuzuki for putting the department in red again. But this year he was doing neither. There were already rumours going around the division about his abnormal behaviour. Some suspected that he finally learnt how to respect the "nerves" of his colleagues. Others thought he probably gone mad because Tsuzuki did managed to demolish two bridges and one chocolate factory the previous year. They were all wrong. But it was hard to figure out how Tatsumi's brain worked. He was always the most secretive person in the bureau. Even Hisoka with his empathy could not comprehend him. For most of the times even Tatsumi could not understand himself totally. May be the saying was right. Life is a myth. But he knew this could not apply to him, because he was no longer alive. What about death? If life is a myth, then death is the reality. This might sound a bit silly, but Tatsumi knew there is an element of truth in this. A truth that no one could ignore. He wiped away rice from his cheeks with a white handkerchief. He stood up, smiled towards the sun, and pushed up his glasses, walked away soundlessly. This is the beginning of another era in Meifu when anything could happen and anything is possible. ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^ A/N: What you think? Crazy um? Well, this won't make sense unless you read my next update. Anyway, this will be good. I promise! (liar) Who said that? (me) Who are you? (none of your business) WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? (wanna know?) Yeah! Just get the hell out of here! Sorry about that. Anyway, wish me luck because I might be able to squeeze out time to write if you do. Have a nice day!