kalian adalah pelatuk terakhir yang akan meninggalkan bekas dari apa yang telah kalian lakukan sebelum hidup kalian diakhiri

bintang-bintang malam ini, membuatku terjun bebas ke dalam sebuah perkataan konyol darimu, yang sudah pergi meninggalkanku.

A belated Sphinx Trio Valentine's fic.

"Kissing is an act of affection. Affection makes people feel better. Though it doesn't actually do anything about the physical pain. I get the basic idea of it."

-Una carta para la señorita Elisa-me dijo un hombre de al rededor de los 28 que no era el cartero que a diario pasaba. -Yo soy-tome aquel sobre entre mis manos y curiosa lo mire, no tenia remitente-Disculpe quien..-ya no estaba. sin tomarle importancia me diriji a la sala y me sente frente al piano. La abri y mis ojos comenzaron a correr por las letras escritas a mano.

Slight AU. It's hard finding something to live for when nothing seems to recognize that they, in fact, exist, and they deserve that just as much as everyone else. Then again, they aren't most people. TwelvexLisa

Dan tubuhmu dan tubuh orang yang kau cintai membeku di sana. Di atas pasir putih yang empuk dan diiringi suara ombak dari lautan yang menenangkan. Nine/Twelve. Shou-Ai. Don't Like Don't Read.

los recuerdos atormentan a Nine pero twelve esta hay para calmarlo . one-shot YAOI

Lisa felt like a burden, she knew she didn't belong. One night as she laid in bed, Twelve comes in to comfort her, to let her know she wasn't a burden to him. Set in the time where they were still in the apartment building. HisaLisa.

In which Lisa lives on. In which there is an endless road in front of her and an endless chorus of summer cicadas. In which she meets somebody who says he wants to hear her pale yellow voice two months after she lost Twelve and her desire to speak. (slight AU, b/c of altered ending)

Resignado a lo que el mismo había elegido que fuera, Twelve deseo de todo corazón felicidad para la mujer que ama: Lisa.

Lisa wasn't sure what to expect when Five proposed they spend some time at a rented summer home during late August. But their first night proves to be far more adventurous than she had planned.

A short one-shot about Mishima Lisa eight years after the ending of the anime. how she is now, how she still thinks of Twelve and Nine, and how much Twelve meant to her. Not really sure what the genre should be... OTL

Arata starts when he feels a sudden tugging at his cloak. He swivels and glances down and is met with a small boy with wild hair. "W-what are you doing?" he hisses as quietly as he can.

for a moment, it is just the two of them, spinning in a merciless, beautiful world. —hisalisa. oneshot.

Their red string of fate wasn't red in colour, it was in the shade of pale yellow. She's just a girl busking on the streets and he's just a boy trying to make ends meet. He was addicted to her voice and she was hooked on his smile. HisaLisa!

In the final two minutes on the Ferris Wheel, Twelve is not called by Five. Which decision will he make? Will he leave Lisa behind? Or will he die with her? [What-if]

Because sometimes it's not just about surviving, but making it through each day with your sanity intact.

He had no future, but she was hope.

Muchas cosas han pasado desde el día que escaparon de aquel lugar, han huido, han reído, han amado, pero sobre todo, han vivido, apoyándose siempre el uno en el otro. Leve yaoi.

That's what Twelve is. Entry for ZNT week day four: Magnesium Twelve's day

They were just meaningless numbers without a purpose but they created one for themselves. [Drabble, Nine, Twelve] Art credit: Wiiwiipyon

Entry for ZNT Week, Day two. Beginnings and firsts. Mild angst.

Que habría pasado si Twelve y Lisa no se hubieran salvado de aquella bomba y él se confesara a ella en sus ultimos momentos antes de morir. Basado en el capitulo 9 de Zankyo No Terror

A poem I wrote about the two main characters. If you haven't seen the anime, you may not understand it, but feel free to read it anyway.