This story would probably be too normal for all of you people, but I assure
you it's reality in my point of view, except in a rather altered way. I
write this in my favorite hxh character's view, this is I dunno… it's just
a dumb idea… I just hope that you guys somehow like it… somehow…this is AU
by the way I think… oh well…
Kodoku; Loneliness.
They've cornered me again, and they're laughter is too much to bear. It's as if they're planning to give hell to me right at this moment. Wait, that's wrong this is hell… actually everything is hell, and right now I'm just feeling what seems to be a part of it. A large fist make contact onto my cheek, sending me onto the floor, I cough out blood while trying my best to stand up. I can't show them that I'm weak, or they'll just hurt me more. I should have just ran away when I had the chance, but somehow I never had the courage to do so, my head was pushing me out the door, but my heart was clinging tightly onto it's hinges, telling me that no matter what I do, running away from your problem wont do me anything good. Stupidly, I actually forced my mind to listen, and I greatly regretted what I had done. Two pairs of hands suddenly grab both of my wrists, and pin me down onto the wall. I see him heat up the tip of something that seemed to be like the markers that they use for branding cattle, but this was somewhat smaller. It was emanating a weird glow that somehow scared me, I was unsure of what they were going to use it for but still. I try struggling, and somehow I succeed in slipping away from their grasp and dash for the door. But I was too weak, so my legs didn't go that far, he grabs my arm and aim the metal tip onto it, yet again I try to break free. Smiling at me he randomly aimed at the nearest spot on my body and managed to connect it to my face. They were laughing when I screamed, and one of them quickly dragged me out of the large, and dark room. "I'm sorry little one…" I hear someone whisper, I quickly ignored it thinking, words… they don't mean anything, it's just the effects of vibrating chords in the human body's throat… words… like me, they are nothing… useless, obsolete… but if that's true then why does it hurt me? Why does it make me cry? Why can I feel something that goes into my ears… why?
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okay, this fic is kind off dumb… have mercy on me… .
I am the keeper of Kuroro's body insurance papers and his ever so faithful cookbook!! .;;; the hell what did I mean… oh well, ignore my useless rambling… PLEASE REVIEW !!!! .;;;
TBC
Kodoku; Loneliness.
They've cornered me again, and they're laughter is too much to bear. It's as if they're planning to give hell to me right at this moment. Wait, that's wrong this is hell… actually everything is hell, and right now I'm just feeling what seems to be a part of it. A large fist make contact onto my cheek, sending me onto the floor, I cough out blood while trying my best to stand up. I can't show them that I'm weak, or they'll just hurt me more. I should have just ran away when I had the chance, but somehow I never had the courage to do so, my head was pushing me out the door, but my heart was clinging tightly onto it's hinges, telling me that no matter what I do, running away from your problem wont do me anything good. Stupidly, I actually forced my mind to listen, and I greatly regretted what I had done. Two pairs of hands suddenly grab both of my wrists, and pin me down onto the wall. I see him heat up the tip of something that seemed to be like the markers that they use for branding cattle, but this was somewhat smaller. It was emanating a weird glow that somehow scared me, I was unsure of what they were going to use it for but still. I try struggling, and somehow I succeed in slipping away from their grasp and dash for the door. But I was too weak, so my legs didn't go that far, he grabs my arm and aim the metal tip onto it, yet again I try to break free. Smiling at me he randomly aimed at the nearest spot on my body and managed to connect it to my face. They were laughing when I screamed, and one of them quickly dragged me out of the large, and dark room. "I'm sorry little one…" I hear someone whisper, I quickly ignored it thinking, words… they don't mean anything, it's just the effects of vibrating chords in the human body's throat… words… like me, they are nothing… useless, obsolete… but if that's true then why does it hurt me? Why does it make me cry? Why can I feel something that goes into my ears… why?
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okay, this fic is kind off dumb… have mercy on me… .
I am the keeper of Kuroro's body insurance papers and his ever so faithful cookbook!! .;;; the hell what did I mean… oh well, ignore my useless rambling… PLEASE REVIEW !!!! .;;;
TBC