Roxas woke up that morning feeling bright and chipper.
"Today," he said, "is going to be the best day ever!"
He happily rose from his bed and got dressed into his organization uniform. He opened the door with delight, and strutted down the hallway. He decided for his breakfast today, he would spoil himself and have sea salt ice cream. He entered The Kitchen That Never Was, and got himself the ice cream from the freezer. He then ventured into The Grey Area and continued to happily eat his ice cream.
That was, until, Xigbar entered.
"ROXAS, BUDDY!" he said, and plopped himself down beside Roxas, his arm around the little nobodies should
Roxas woke up that morning feeling bright and chipper.
"Today," he said, "is going to be the best day ever!"
He happily rose from his bed and got dressed into his organization uniform. He opened the door with delight, and strutted down the hallway. He decided for his breakfast today, he would spoil himself and have sea salt ice cream. He entered The Kitchen That Never Was, and got himself the ice cream from the freezer. He then ventured into The Grey Area and continued to happily eat his ice cream.
That was, until, Xigbar entered.
"ROXAS, BUDDY!" he said, and plopped himself down beside Roxas, his arm around the little nobodies should
What would she find when she woke up? Yako didn’t want to know. Would there be Neuro’s unnatural green eyes staring back at her or the sight of her ceiling? There was only one way to find out. Her eyes fluttered open.
Never before had she been so happy to see her ceiling, even with the restless night of sleep. The dreams had not let up since they began last week. In fact, they were getting worse. This time the removal of clothes had been involved.
But Yako decided not to dwell on those thoughts. For the first time in ages, she had a weekend to herself. She could hardly remember the last time that happened. All of her weekends re
Her back was pressed flush against the office door. Neuro loomed over her, his hands gripping her arms to hold her in place. Good thing, too. Without him holding her up, Yako was sure she would crumple to the ground; her shaking legs wouldn’t hold out much longer. She wondered what his expression was—whether he was mad or frustrated or merely sadistic—but she couldn’t bring herself to look at his face. The fear of what she might find kept her gaze on her shoes.
How did she get herself into this situation? She couldn’t remember.
“Yako . . .”
Somehow she knew he was trying to get under her defenses.
Yako glanced at her hands again, but the blood was gone. Her mind must’ve been playing tricks on her. That, or the stress from the HAL case was affecting her. Or maybe, she thought darkly, she had finally snapped. It was only a matter of time, considering all the physical and mental abuse she endured, day in, day out.
But then, there was that look on Neuro’s face. She couldn’t have imagined that, too.
“Neuro,” Yako repeated, rooted to the spot, “what did you do to that fruit?”
“What do you mean?” His grip on the desk tightened before releasing it, taking a few splinters of the desk with
Everyone had their own personal Hell. For some it was school, with the mindless day in, day out, go to class, take test, pass, and move on to the next grade, only to deal with the same mindless drivel in more ‘challenging’ doses. For others it was home, a place they never felt they belonged, even if it was where they lived their entire lives. And still others, like Katsuragi Yako, felt work was their own Hell on Earth.
Of course, no one else had to deal with a demon that was, quite literally, from Hell itself.
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“Yako!”
The young detecti
On a computer at school
TIME FOR ANOTHER JOURNAL
I could be working...
Katey says hi. Actually she doesn't know I'm typing this.
She's reading Cracked.com
just as planned.
K BAI