When NaruHina becomes CANON!I'll do this!:When NaruHina becomes CANON! by ~Snowflower--Chan00
Simple and Clean Intro Test 1When you walk away, you don't hear me say....Simple and Clean Intro Test 1 by ~Snowflower--Chan00
Kero blinked at the strange white void he found himself in.
"Kero!" Hanami smiled and waved in greeting. Kero smiled happy she was safe.
"Hanami!" He stopped mid sentence sensing a sudden evil presence.
Confused, Hanami felt a gust of wind play with her long golden blonde hair.
The gate behind her had opened without warning.
Her crystal blue eyes widened while she gasped.
Oh baby, don't go!
Hanami screamed feeling black tendrils drag her towards the gate's darkness.
She tried fighting back, but the shadowy hands held on tighter.
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight.
Kero charged keyblade in hand as he fights bravely trying to free his princess.
Its hard to let it go.
"Whatever happens. I'll protect you!" Kero yelled, now hugging her close to him.
Their bodies broke into a thousand pieces like shimmering glass just when the gate closed.
Truth smiled at the fallen Alchemis
A new update! School has been tying me down darn it. .... Sorry that there is no new chapter out yet. ... Hn, I'm taking a different approach, and won't be getting back to Aqua. ...... Also I will change the main character's name to .... Asuka. Its prettier. ^^ And her dad needs an Okinawa name, I need to keep it in an island sense. LOL. I'll have to go back change the main heroine's name to Asuka, etc. I'll do that later along with a cool title change. .......... (being like Sasuke) Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. So this next chapter will be focused on not only Hanami and Kero but also two new characters I've thought of. I haven't gotten around to introducing either of them yet. No they are not bodyguards, and they are not Nekos. Hehe.A new update! by ~Snowflower--Chan00
Dining with the Dead.Seven corpses seated around a tea tableDining with the Dead. by ~Snowflower--Chan00
In brightly colored Lolita dresses.
Matching bonnets, unstained.
Bony hands hold blue flower printed teacups, stained crimson.
Full of blood.
White frilly table cloth, soiled with blood droplets.
Blood bathes them, all their sick glory.
Grinning from ear to ear, mocking life.
Dying sun’s rays shed light in room.
No warmth, bone-freezing cold crisp air.
Old lady in white dress.
Carefully entering room.
Curly white hair, red lipstick.
Evil dark eyes.
Old lady, cruel smile.
Waving sharp kitchen knife.
Shaking scared, heart thudding.
Inside kitchen, cornered.
Dodging, taking knife.
Dark red liquid sullies white apron.
Sadistic smile, still living.
Another stab, same results.
Escaping into dark forest.