Taro’s bullet screeches through the evening air, moving at such a high velocity that it its hardly visible. Especially now that it’s evening. Everything is hard to see.

Strangely enough, Miki Honda feels she can discern it. Time, an enemy in the Program-it’s down to the fucking wire, when will it end-seems to slow down. It’s like a sick joke ( Read more... )

It was a pretty nice workbench, if a little bit dusty. There wasn't room for it in the small garage at Kaidan's house, but the addition of a little awning kept it largely protected from the elements. Of course, it was a little more affected by the disuse, but that was to be expected ( Read more... )

“Hey caller, you’re on the speedway with your favorite Deejay!”

“Umm...hi?  Anyways, I just wanted to request that song you played the other day...the one from those kids on Nishima Island?   It was seriously cool, your station doesn’t play anything else like that!”

“Well caller, if they’re listening right now I know they’d appreciate the ( Read more... )

[[Sorry this is kind of short. :V I took out a flashback that'll probablyyy go in my next post, so expect another one soonish.]]

Silence. Makoto was sure he’d be able to hear if someone sneezed in Kyoto. He thought he did hear it, almost soundless, carrying itself hundreds of miles just to taunt him, telling him that a place like Kyoto-a safe haven ( Read more... )

"Pssst! Yuki ( Read more... )

“Hey, Katsue. You awake ( Read more... )

Koko’s silky, supple bare back arched as she gently rocked backwards and forwards, skirt hitched up to her smooth waist and legs straddling the boy’s sparrow-like frame.

Etsurou’s line of vision remained firmly focused at her soft breasts and the wavy, auburn hair which draped across them like velvet curtains. He’d never seen a pair close up before ( Read more... )

Blame
No one is to blame
As natural as the rain that falls
Here comes the flood again

Ayane ruffled through her schoolbag looking for her lunchbox as she waited outside the classroom for Aya. For some reason, her best friend was being delayed and so had not come out yet. As she opened her lunchbox she realised that her dad had made her favourite type ( Read more... )

[[I'm really sorry it took me so long to post again, but I'm going to try and get back into the swing of things now. |D sorry if this sucks because I wrote it like over 2 months durrr.]]

Makoto had been at the dock for a long time now - thirty, forty, maybe even fifty minutes - for no particular reason, because he knew there was no reason to be here ( Read more... )

((KATSUE DOES THE TIME WARP AGAIIIIN. Hopefully the PAIN and AGGRIVATION I went through formatting on LJ pulled off. HOPE THIS IS OKAY. PC approval from Koy and Laurra obtained. \o/ Also, probably weird font, sorry lolz.))

Katsue sits nervously on the edge of the couch, looking around the unfamiliar office apprehensively. It’s been a long while ( Read more... )