Yuki No Hana | Toshiro + Rangiku by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Yuki No Hana | Toshiro + Rangiku
1.
The first time was forced. Or, more, commanded by his friend, Momo. Tōshirō Hitsugaya wasn't someone who enjoyed to be told what to do, but Momo seemed particularly enthusiastic about this, and he couldn't refuse. After his rather harsh scolding to his Lieutenant for slacking off, Hinamori believed he had been a little too cruel. True, Matsumoto could be infuriatingly lazy, but, at the end of the day, she did mean well, and he would be lost without her.
Well, "lost" was a bit of an exaggeration. Tōshirō would never go that far.
Maybe the flowers were an apology, he wasn't sure. In fact, Hitsugaya was only doing this
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 5: Home by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Crack The Shutters | Chapter 5: Home
Ever since the days he used to be raised by his Granny, Tōshirō was an early riser. Never once did he wake up before eight o' clock in the morning; it was natural for him to be up and walking as soon as the sun started to peer over the hills. Sighing happily, he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, studying the cracks in the paint. Then it dawned on him he felt unusually warmer than normal, and when he remembered why, a small smile reached his lips.
Rolling over onto his side, he watched his Lieutenant sleep. Although this was probably a very odd thing to do, Tōshirō found himself smiling, finding he
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 4: Complications by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Crack The Shutters | Chapter 4: Complications
'Matsumoto!'
After returning from sightseeing near the hotel, Tōshirō returned to his room and discovered a very unpleasant surprise. On the bed, lying on her stomach, his Lieutenant was currently reading one of the free magazines offered by the hotel, sweet wrappers scattered across the quilt cover. He couldn't believe it. After leaving for only twenty minutes he had returned to an absolute mess. How on earth did this woman manage to live alone?
Used to his irritated tone, Rangiku didn't even notice his appearance. Growling to himself, Tōshirō made his way to the bed and began to pick up the sweet wrappers from the bed
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 3: Silence by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Crack The Shutters | Chapter 3: Silence
When Matsumoto said this restaurant was "fancy", Tōshirō was expecting the same average diner. However, upon entering the building, he made a mental note to not ever underestimate Rangiku's words. "Fancy" just wasn't the word. He was almost certain they wouldn't be able to afford the meals here, they looked so divine and exquisite. Hitsugaya wasn't aware his Lieutenant's arm was still linked with his until she pulled away from him and made her way towards a waiter so he would find them a table.
Raising his gaze, he admired the chandeliers, the brilliant landscape paintings hung across the walls, the red, lavish carpet, the spiral s
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 2: Gentleman by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Crack The Shutters | Chapter 2: Gentleman
'This place doesn't sell ice cream!'
Glancing around, Tōshirō realised Rangiku had managed to drag him into a clothes shop without him being aware. How could he be so stupid? Was he honestly that engrossed in what she was saying to not actually notice where they were headed? A little ashamed of himself, Hitsugaya shoved his hands into his pockets and eyed his Lieutenant grudgingly. Although Rangiku tended to appear like a complete air-head, she was smart. Infuriatingly so. She knew exactly how to distract him.
The World of the Living was very similar to Soul Society in many aspects. However, Tōshirō preferred The World o
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 1: Watermelon by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Crack The Shutters | Chapter 1: Watermelon
Tōshirō Hitsugaya didn't realise it was his birthday, until he spotted the watermelon on his desk, a love heart engraved into its flesh. Maybe he should feel impressed that whoever performed the engraving managed to not make a mess, or spill much juice. Still, he wasn't really one who appreciated explicit messages like these, no matter who they were from. And even if he did adore watermelon, the love heart was not necessary. Inappropriate, actually.
Now, this was either a prank or a gift from someone close to him. It couldn't be from a secret crush! Tōshirō would be aware if someone fancied him; he was good at discovering
Snowdrops | Toshiro + Rangiku by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Snowdrops | Toshiro + Rangiku
Light is shy; flees from the slightest threat of darkness.
The office, freezing and dim, is still. No sound can be heard, beside his slow breathing, concentrated mind, furious, pounding heart. It is now when he realises how he loathes silence, how much he loathes a lonely office. Waking up, he dressed, ate some breakfast, and then came to the office. Today, she isn't here and, even though it shames him, he can't help but feel upset.
Only for a few hours can he tolerate the isolation. Tōshirō is not needy, he is independent, chilling and detached. Yet, in this very moment, he feels lonely, unwanted. It doesn't feel right; he doesn'
Glow | Link + Midna by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Glow | Link + Midna
Why, she asks, why did you put yourself through so much agony?
The question shall be broken, tears will sting her eyes, and she will hold his face, watch the blood trickle down his cheeks, cover his smiling lips. By now, she should be used to witnessing the boy, covered in his own blood, barely standing. Yet her heart breaks, shatters into thousands of pieces, never to be fixed again.
A chuckle. Short, light, happy. 'Why?' He whispers, 'Because I love you.'
Never has he felt less human. The moment the Mirror became nothing but dust, Link has struggled to find sanity. Day after day, he thinks, sits, and just thinks. Day after day, he attemp
A Retreat | Sonic + Blaze by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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A Retreat | Sonic + Blaze
The war had ceased for now. Sonic didn't require much time to recover: he was a relatively impatient boy, usually with himself. The idea of lying around and waiting for his wounds to heal sounded scandalous. Despite Tails's lectures to Sonic that if he didn't rest he would probably end up with two broken legs, Sonic escaped the bed and ventured outside.
South Island was always warm. The sun was fond of it, and the sea appeared gorgeous when the light hit the salty water. Much to his pleasure, the beach was deserted. Marine was probably with Tails, trying to create a vehicle to send them back home. Blaze had business to deal with, regarding t
Torn Mask | Roy + Olivier by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Torn Mask | Roy + Olivier
It was just that once when she let her emotions slip. Frankly, Olivier Armstrong was not in a stable state at the time anyway. Only a couple of hours ago, she had discovered the death of a close friend and colleague, facing such a hideous fate herself. Broken ribs and bleeding flesh, it was impressive she even managed to remain on her own two feet.
The image of Roy on his knees, and claiming the loss of his sight took a moment to really sink in for the young General. Before her was a man she had known since the age of three. They had been friends for years, and the idea of either of them passing away, or being severely wounded was…imp
Yuki No Hana | Toshiro + Rangiku by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Yuki No Hana | Toshiro + Rangiku
1.
The first time was forced. Or, more, commanded by his friend, Momo. Tōshirō Hitsugaya wasn't someone who enjoyed to be told what to do, but Momo seemed particularly enthusiastic about this, and he couldn't refuse. After his rather harsh scolding to his Lieutenant for slacking off, Hinamori believed he had been a little too cruel. True, Matsumoto could be infuriatingly lazy, but, at the end of the day, she did mean well, and he would be lost without her.
Well, "lost" was a bit of an exaggeration. Tōshirō would never go that far.
Maybe the flowers were an apology, he wasn't sure. In fact, Hitsugaya was only doing this
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 5: Home by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
Literature
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 5: Home
Ever since the days he used to be raised by his Granny, Tōshirō was an early riser. Never once did he wake up before eight o' clock in the morning; it was natural for him to be up and walking as soon as the sun started to peer over the hills. Sighing happily, he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, studying the cracks in the paint. Then it dawned on him he felt unusually warmer than normal, and when he remembered why, a small smile reached his lips.
Rolling over onto his side, he watched his Lieutenant sleep. Although this was probably a very odd thing to do, Tōshirō found himself smiling, finding he
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 4: Complications by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
Literature
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 4: Complications
'Matsumoto!'
After returning from sightseeing near the hotel, Tōshirō returned to his room and discovered a very unpleasant surprise. On the bed, lying on her stomach, his Lieutenant was currently reading one of the free magazines offered by the hotel, sweet wrappers scattered across the quilt cover. He couldn't believe it. After leaving for only twenty minutes he had returned to an absolute mess. How on earth did this woman manage to live alone?
Used to his irritated tone, Rangiku didn't even notice his appearance. Growling to himself, Tōshirō made his way to the bed and began to pick up the sweet wrappers from the bed
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 3: Silence by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Crack The Shutters | Chapter 3: Silence
When Matsumoto said this restaurant was "fancy", Tōshirō was expecting the same average diner. However, upon entering the building, he made a mental note to not ever underestimate Rangiku's words. "Fancy" just wasn't the word. He was almost certain they wouldn't be able to afford the meals here, they looked so divine and exquisite. Hitsugaya wasn't aware his Lieutenant's arm was still linked with his until she pulled away from him and made her way towards a waiter so he would find them a table.
Raising his gaze, he admired the chandeliers, the brilliant landscape paintings hung across the walls, the red, lavish carpet, the spiral s
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 2: Gentleman by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
Literature
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 2: Gentleman
'This place doesn't sell ice cream!'
Glancing around, Tōshirō realised Rangiku had managed to drag him into a clothes shop without him being aware. How could he be so stupid? Was he honestly that engrossed in what she was saying to not actually notice where they were headed? A little ashamed of himself, Hitsugaya shoved his hands into his pockets and eyed his Lieutenant grudgingly. Although Rangiku tended to appear like a complete air-head, she was smart. Infuriatingly so. She knew exactly how to distract him.
The World of the Living was very similar to Soul Society in many aspects. However, Tōshirō preferred The World o
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 1: Watermelon by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
Literature
Crack The Shutters | Chapter 1: Watermelon
Tōshirō Hitsugaya didn't realise it was his birthday, until he spotted the watermelon on his desk, a love heart engraved into its flesh. Maybe he should feel impressed that whoever performed the engraving managed to not make a mess, or spill much juice. Still, he wasn't really one who appreciated explicit messages like these, no matter who they were from. And even if he did adore watermelon, the love heart was not necessary. Inappropriate, actually.
Now, this was either a prank or a gift from someone close to him. It couldn't be from a secret crush! Tōshirō would be aware if someone fancied him; he was good at discovering
Snowdrops | Toshiro + Rangiku by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
Literature
Snowdrops | Toshiro + Rangiku
Light is shy; flees from the slightest threat of darkness.
The office, freezing and dim, is still. No sound can be heard, beside his slow breathing, concentrated mind, furious, pounding heart. It is now when he realises how he loathes silence, how much he loathes a lonely office. Waking up, he dressed, ate some breakfast, and then came to the office. Today, she isn't here and, even though it shames him, he can't help but feel upset.
Only for a few hours can he tolerate the isolation. Tōshirō is not needy, he is independent, chilling and detached. Yet, in this very moment, he feels lonely, unwanted. It doesn't feel right; he doesn'
Glow | Link + Midna by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
Literature
Glow | Link + Midna
Why, she asks, why did you put yourself through so much agony?
The question shall be broken, tears will sting her eyes, and she will hold his face, watch the blood trickle down his cheeks, cover his smiling lips. By now, she should be used to witnessing the boy, covered in his own blood, barely standing. Yet her heart breaks, shatters into thousands of pieces, never to be fixed again.
A chuckle. Short, light, happy. 'Why?' He whispers, 'Because I love you.'
Never has he felt less human. The moment the Mirror became nothing but dust, Link has struggled to find sanity. Day after day, he thinks, sits, and just thinks. Day after day, he attemp
A Retreat | Sonic + Blaze by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
Literature
A Retreat | Sonic + Blaze
The war had ceased for now. Sonic didn't require much time to recover: he was a relatively impatient boy, usually with himself. The idea of lying around and waiting for his wounds to heal sounded scandalous. Despite Tails's lectures to Sonic that if he didn't rest he would probably end up with two broken legs, Sonic escaped the bed and ventured outside.
South Island was always warm. The sun was fond of it, and the sea appeared gorgeous when the light hit the salty water. Much to his pleasure, the beach was deserted. Marine was probably with Tails, trying to create a vehicle to send them back home. Blaze had business to deal with, regarding t
Torn Mask | Roy + Olivier by Bureizu-za-Vampire, literature
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Torn Mask | Roy + Olivier
It was just that once when she let her emotions slip. Frankly, Olivier Armstrong was not in a stable state at the time anyway. Only a couple of hours ago, she had discovered the death of a close friend and colleague, facing such a hideous fate herself. Broken ribs and bleeding flesh, it was impressive she even managed to remain on her own two feet.
The image of Roy on his knees, and claiming the loss of his sight took a moment to really sink in for the young General. Before her was a man she had known since the age of three. They had been friends for years, and the idea of either of them passing away, or being severely wounded was…imp
Here is a chaptered fanfiction I've been working on for a bit. I shan't post it all on here to avoid spamming the groups, and also it's a rather long procedure for me to put everything on DA. However I shall give you the link to it.
The fiction is set after the game, but not like you'd think. Link is in for a surprise and a fatal wound when he discovers Princess Zelda is still possessed by Ganondorf. Believing Midna is dead, Link has half a mind to try and stop Ganondorf from achieving his victories, but the other half surrenders. He can't win on his own.
Link/Midna is the main couple in this, yet there shall be others who are equally as i
And today I went to have tea at the Savoy (oh God, I love being British), and because of the Olympics I witnessed two celebrities in the hotel. The first being Russell Brand, looking as disgusting as ever. I was staring at him like a fangirl although I'm not, and he gave me a rather interested look. Although I don't like him, I was very excited. This hotel is so posh celebrities stay at it, and I'm not a big fan of celebrities, but still.
Next was Arnold Schwarzenegger.
It was certainly an experience.
Afterwards we went to watch War Horse (the play) and it was AMAZING. It was so powerful, and urgh god the FEELS. It was so clever the way th
I hope this doesn't seem rude of me to ask, but you're the writer or consequences, correct? o: If I may ask, why did you delete your story?. I enjoyed that story very much and it always brought a smile to my face (and a lot of laughs). I was just wonder if you are going to ever repost the story or re-write? If not, I totally understand. I'd just really love to read it again.