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Everyone knew something was wrong. Zack was the first. Angeal was his mentor so it was hard not to notice something was up with him. There was the fact that Zack had actually landed a hit on him during one of their lessons because of how out of it Angeal was. The man was so engrossed in something, something Zack couldn't understand, and thus Zack had landed a blow against his teacher.  To say it was a shock is an understatement. Angeal never let his guard down, never, and when Zack asks the man doesn't reply to him in any way. Zack began to notice things after that. Angeal would space out, not only during training but during all of his activ

She visits for many days. Whoever she was, you do not know, because she never truly introduces herself. She's was always blabbering about something that you could never wrap your head around. Aliens, the moody state of supernatural beings, and pesky enemies that return for revenge. Apparently, from what you could gather, she had a lot of enemies. You thought that this could all be because of her brash and blunt nature. She sounded mad in general, someone bordering insanity, but keeping onto reality all the same. "He thinks he can better me. Doesn't he understand I'm unpredictable by now!?" Then, she finds where you live, and you realize th

Becoming blind was one of the worst moments of your life. Losing the ability to see slowly sent you into a spiral of depression. It was sudden, abrupt, and hard to cope with. The first few weeks were the hardest. You thought you knew the small little apartment you lived in, but apparently, you truly had to test that knowledge when you lost your sight. You bumped into everything. Chairs, couches, tables, and walls. Eventually, you had to get yourself a cane, because it became too difficult to navigate through anything. And so a new man was born. Blindness did not make you any less human. The treatment you received from others made you feel a

"Don't tell me you want to stay out here?" "There are people who need my help." "Well, I need your help." Asuna was trying to recruit your skills for an upcoming group up with her party. You hadn't caught what it was about but you knew it would be time-consuming. It was against your person to do something so long when you could be helping others. Anything to prevent others from dying, which Asuna herself found admirable until she wanted you for something else. Honestly, it was flattering that she thought so highly of you, and recognized your skill. She was the only one to do so. Besides her, and a few of her friends, no one knew about the

You had no idea what you found so fascinating about her. Perhaps it was her clear skill, the way she carried herself, or her chestnut brown hair. Perhaps it was the way she wielded her sword or how her eyes gleamed. You knew you weren't the type of guy to get a second glance from her, not when you stuck so close to the shadows. It was a personal preference to remain unseen, just as it was a personal preference to take on a ninja class because it meant that you could avoid more trouble. By no means was it a lazy excuse to avoid battle, it was just a comfortable way to withdraw into yourself, without caring about the ideas of others. Your sile

There are many things that (Y/N) had yet to learn of this pathetic planet. A lot of the customs were different and it all varied country to country. There were so many different mannerisms that were required to act as one of the humans and (Y/N) was unsure as to which to adopt. It mattered little though - for he did not act - not like the pathetic men and women in this world who placed themselves in the television. They act for entertainment, pretending to be someone else, but (Y/N) had no need of that. His entertainment consisted of training and fighting. There was nothing else that relaxed him more than the satisfaction of a training sessio

The grief is strong. Unrelenting. It hurts. It aches. The only thing to provide comfort is the blankets wrapped around you. You wrap them as tightly as possible as if it would squish the feelings out of you. If only. If only that could happen. It'd be so much easier. It would be so much easier not to feel. To just be numb. So much easier. Then you wouldn't have this heavy weight on your heart. The overwhelming thoughts, circling around your skull in a roller-coaster, would no longer plague your mind. No longer would you feel heart-ache. No depression. No sorrow. No anger. Nothing. The happiness is the only thing you'd miss but it was hardl

Some thought she was sick. She wasn't sick. "Love." She calls. The man she gazes at is covered in vines. Her babies. Her vines. They all seemed to grow a liking to him, she didn't know why, but she knew he had quite the green thumb when it came to her little beauties. That's why she kissed him. Seduced him. Enthralled him and poisoned him. Poisoned his mind - poisoned his heart - and changed him completely. Once, a single man living in the lonely parts of Gotham, now an eternal slave to do her bidding. "Dearest?" He replies. He walks towards her, tripping over overgrown roots, and ducking through hanging branches. This was the state of Got

"Choo, choo!" (Y/N) groans. "Dick. I can take care of myself." She's beyond exasperated with him. Sure she might have been restricted to staying in bed. Sure, her father might have her on a tight leash, especially when forcing her to drink up a tracker. Yep. She knew what it was when he handed her that glass of water an hour ago. He had done it on her before. Even so, she still drank it, only to humor her poor over-protective father. Regardless, Dick had a spoon hovering closer to her mouth. She remembered Dick doing this to her when she visited his house- contracting a fever not soon after- and he had been insistent on treating her like a

Jason can't breathe. It's not because he's drowning. Suffocating. Being strangled. No. It's because he's staring at his baby sister, curled up on the concrete like a kicked puppy, huddling her head with one of her hands. The other laid limply at her side and Jason has the idea that something is wrong with it. She kept whining every time she moved it. Jason is also on the ground a few feet away, his ankle preventing him from getting up on his feet, because it was in agonizing pain. One move and he'd feel the sharpest throb that'd cause his vision to go blurry. At that moment though he considers dragging himself across the gloomy alleyway even