What up, the name's Sora.

I'm a writer.

And to be honest, that's all you need to know about me.

Peace.

The Sora Pwns x3 disclaimer series! :D

Here is a disclaimer I put in the sixth chapter of my DN story (and it applies to all my DN stories):

I sat down, reading my Death Note manga. "Man, it feels GOOD to own Death Note."

Raito punched me viciously across the face. "What do you mean, 'own'? You're lucky you even own a computer, you lazy ass!" L came over, telling Raito to calm down.

I sobbed exaggeratively. "So I don't own Death Note. I can still dream, can't I?"

As Raito and L walked away and I picked up my manga, I heard Raito mutter, "If she owns Death Note, I'll kill her."

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Here is a disclaimer for Death Note and Bleach:

I cackled mischievously as Chainsaw Mafia watched, fearing for her life, from afar. "Haha. I own Bleach now! And Death Note! Time to put Raito in Matsumoto's kinky uniform..."

Raito threw the Death Note with deadly accuracy at the back of my head. "Ow!" I cried.

"Goddamn it, Sora, don't you get it? If you own Death Note, hell will break loose. If you own Bleach AND Death Note, it'll be the end of the world!" Raito snarled. As he walked away, he muttered, "I wouldn't look good in that uniform anyway."

Chainsaw Mafia kicked me. "You don't own either Bleach or Death Note. Get over it."

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Here is a disclaimer for all my D. Gray-man stories:

"Hmm. Maybe I get D. Gray-man instead...?" I tapped my pen thoughtfully onto the stack of papers. The headline at the top said, in bold letters, "What to do when I Own D. Gray-man." With a bright smile, I chirped, "First things first-- Yullen pairing!"

I could feel the eerie tip of a finely-crafted sword on the back of my neck, and hairs prickled along the edge of it. I turned around slowly and carefully, hunching my shoulders slightly, to see Kanda, holding his sword menacingly at me and desperately trying to get at me, and Allen, restraining Kanda. I had to admit, seeing them that way made me want to write some Yullen.

"Stupid bean sprout! Let me at her!" his glare seemed to say.

Lavi seated himself on my stack of papers. I whined, the fruit of my fifteen minutes of thinking dismissed. "Don't let her fool you, Yuu-chan. Sora-chan here doesn't own D. Gray-man, Death Note, or Bleach. She never will. Right, Toushi-toushi, Brighto Raito?"

"It's Captain Hitsugaya to you," the shorter white-haired kid replied curtly while Raito hurriedly did the eye deal with Ryuk to get Lavi's name.

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