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The Shadow King and his Princess-P1. KyoyaXHaruhiRunning quickly down the corridor to music room 3, Haruhi opened the door to reveal six handsome guys dressed in medieval knight suits; as well as Honey’s toy bunny dressed in a dapper suit as well to fit the theme.
“Welcome to the host club.” Said the young men all in sync with one another. Haruhi rolled her eyes at Tamaki as he gestured melodramatically to her.
“It’s only me guys…” Before she could finish her sentence Hikaru and Kaoru pulled her over to a corner and proudly placed a small knight outfit into her arms, it was covered with small diamonds around the edge. As they ushered her over to the dressing rooms she caught sight of Kyoya’s glasses shinning in the light, he looked unusually happy today…
It didn’t take her very long to get changed, and as soon as she got out she got the predicable:
“Awww, my precious little daughter looks so darling today, doesn’t she, just like a---”From Tamaki senmpi .
What it means to be a Grim Reaper. Part 1READ DESCRIPTION!
Part one: William's point of view:
I sat in a large hall, it had a cold feeling about it. About 70 other people sat around me, they all had the same expression on their face: worried, scared and confused. Many are crying for their parents. "Where am I?" I thought to myself... then I remembered what happened! The mad man, my parents dying and myself getting shot!
"I'm dead! I was shot, I know I'm dead- how is this real?" I asked myself. I lifted up the bottom of my blood stained shirt to see where the bullet had ripped through my stomach, but there was nothing there but a small red scar! I was about to scream, there was no logical explanation for where I was, buts that’s when I took notice of the other boy sat next to me. He was wearing a blue woolly jumper with a lot of the stitching pulled out and tatty brown trousers. The poor boy was soaked from head to toe and there was a piece of pond plant hanging from his short bright red hair. I took of my jacket and off
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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