Greetings readers, my name is Artzilla

Likes: Happiness, video games, reading fanfics, being myself.

Dislikes: Sadness, people who think for them self's, selfish people and people who look at them self's greater then others.

Favorite genres: Adventure, romance, humor.

I'm crazy but random so my story updates will be random so stay tuned. And stop asking about my grammar i trying my best.

These are my ocs i'm going to used in some of my fanfics:

Soul Hikaru

I'm going to protect the ones I hold dear!

personality: kind, funny, righteous and when angry ruthless.

Appearance: he is wearing a black hoodie with his hood up, wind panders on the sleeves and on the back there is a tree with all of the colors from red at the top to purple at the bottom, he is also wearing a red shirt and baby blue pants, he has a big back pack full of stuff that normal people will brake their back's but for this guy its nothing.

Bio: In his childhood he was alone sens his mom and dad disappeared, but his uncle took him in and cared for him, he want to be stronger so he trained by him self so he can protect his friends and loved ones.

Beat Nakamura a.k.a Rhythm the king of dance.

if you can dance then you will experience the power of your own potential.

Personality: kind, upbeat, hyper when exited, joyful, with mask rhythmic and energetic, when angered he is a beast, and he is a funny person.

Appearance: he has Black hear, black cargo pants, blue jacket, a red scarf, white shoes and fingerless gloves. And his helmet face of it is black and on the sides there is flame pattern of red and blue.

Bio: Beat is a well known champion dancer, throw his carer as a dancer he love to make people smiling and making his dancing reach out to the people. In his childhood at the age of 6 he love to watch his parents dance in every championship dance off and he decided to practice dancing and his parents are so proud of him for his determination for dancing with his mom and dad. One day at his camping trip a meteorite came crashing down in the woods, So little beat went to the meteorite and he see is the meteorite glowing with all colors of the rainbow, when he touch the meteorite the orbs from the meteorite went into his heart, soul and spirit. 10 years later he is the king of dancing after wining 10 dance off championships and this made his parents very very proud.

Powers: Dance on: All of his dance moves are power moves and can make music from his surroundings

Beat Tanaka a.k.a the rising fist.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. "

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.