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HiruMamo PURIKURAIt was one of those days where the team had had a good training and they were eager for a nice time off the field. They had already gone to the bowling alley, to the cinema and to the ice cream parlor. It was now the end of the day and the mall was expected to close its doors pretty soon. Monta was burping here and there, having feasted on a huge banana split, while Sena had a spectacular brain freeze earlier on with its strawberry ice-cream. The Huh-Huh brothers were displaying some nice chocolate stains on their face and anybody who send a gross look their way got a dead glare in return. Yukimitsu was talking in the back with Ishimaru, contemplating what the team had learned from watching the movie "Remember the Titans". At the front, Mamori was doing some window-shopping and licking absentmindly her vanilla ice-cream, walking forward a more or less pleased blonde devil. He had not ordered any ice-cream and had not even asked for a treat from the team's pocket money when he had won t
HiruMamo NON-SPORT CLUB"Refresh my memory, Fuckin' Manager. Why the fuck do I have to help the Drama Club?"
"Because they are running short of people and it's your fault."
"I didn't killed anybody recently. Where do you see me involved?"
"Hiruma-kun, they called in sick because somebody scared them out of their wits by blackmailing them yesterday. Still doesn't ring a bell?"
"Black book, bleached hair and pointy teeth? Come on, I saw you on the security cameras."
"Really? You could recognize me from a tiny little thingy which doesn't even have color or sound?"
"I know you."
"Well you won't after you see my prestation of this fuckingly guillible prince. Be ready, manager, this is not gonna be pretty."
"The prince is supposed to be kind and gentle, not stupid."
Anezaki Mamori sighed under her blonde wig and clumsily finished to lace her bodice. Youichi Hiruma, the person she had had so much trouble convincing to play the game, fastened his cloak and rolled his eyes u
HiruMamo MAGICThe Deimon Devil Bats had broadcasted live that when you want you can. This team of no-hopers had turned like by magic bullies into guardians; brainiac into touchdown material; baseball aficionado into football one; neat freak into mother hen. Was it magic? Because who would go length to allow them to reach their goals? Who would stay in the shadows to receive the light? Who would stay by their side no matter what? Who would believe in rough diamonds? Who would love the team more than its captain and its manager? Who would have the magic sparks and pixie dust?
A Word is Worth a Thousand Pictures"Are you serious?"
"Always. Now, if you do not want to do this ..."
"No no no, Tsuruga-sensei, of course I want it! I'll do the project. It's just... should we do this at our level?"
"Anezaki-san, if I may... your level of art is not the university kind. So I think this is the only solution I can propose you. It is solely based on your grades in the other subjects. Now, I want your project on my desk by next week. Are we clear, Anezaki-san? This is your last chance this semester to score in Arts."
"Absolutely. Thank you very much Tsuruga-sensei!"
"Listen, you know how much I love Halloween and the frenzy and the candies. But what went through your head to think I had even the slightest idea about a scary pumpkin? Dear, I am not Samara. Deal with it."
"But Suzuna-chan, you are the only one I can ask advice from. Nobody knows anything."
"And what about me? Mamori, I told you before that I don't do Halloween for the scares; I do it for the social get-together. Ask someone really scary to
HiruMamo FOOTBALL JERSEYThey were alone in the clubroom. Mamori was busy with paperwork. Hiruma was eyeing her:
"Oi, Fucking Manager."
"Don't you feel hot?"
She looked up.
"Come on, shred some layers."
"I am fine, th-thank you."
She tried to resume her work but he kissed her. His hands began to wander. She did cringe once in bra but not complain. She didn't have time actually: He had already dressed her in a brand new Saikyoudai Football jersey.
"Yeah, I like it. OK let's choose this one."
And just like that he was back on his computer.
HiruMamo CREAMPUFFSOh fuck. He was fucked. We were the 24th November, she was due to arrive from work in less than two hours and he had no gift whatsoever for her birthday. What a shithead he was. How come he had not thought about it and got one of his slaves to pick up something earlier in the week? How come he had not had the intuition to look for something yesterday while waiting for those a-holes to show up at the meeting? Now he was stuck in their apartment without anything at his disposal that could even pass a second for a gift. She was gonna come home, look him straight in the eyes and ask him if he had forgotten which day it was. How god she was gonna have his head. Fuck fuck fuck.
His piercing glare fell on an empty Kariya box sticking out of the trash can where she had disposed of it earlier. Kariya! Here was the solution! In the blink of an eye he was dialling the Bakery. The answering machine on the other end of the line got a salvo of insults it hadn't asked for. Damn yearly closure. He fet
HiruMamo CAMERAIt could have been any other day. Like that day when the downpour made the whole team useless on the field with the fucking shrimp and the fucking monkey slipping in every damn mud puddle.
Or like that day where half the fucking team was down with a cold and my brand new flamethrower was kept in custody at the other end of the world for no goddamn reason whatsoever.
But no, it could not have been any other day. Just today: With the team on a roll, the fucking idiot quickly getting on my nerves with his antics, the fucking rollers all lovey-dovey with Eyeshield so he was more of a gooey puddle than anything else, the last cryptic comment of this a-hole of fucking glasses getting under my skin, the keyboard clattering and Cerberus growling.
It had to be today that she come barging into the clubroom with a camera in her hands.
"Hiruma-kun, I need you for a sec."
A bubblegum was enough of a polite answer.
"It will be really fast. Just look that way for a sec. Please."
The bubble exploded.
HiruMamo BLACKANDWHITEBlack and White are two set colours. No full black all fangs and claws. No full white all frill and bows. No black-haired heartless soul in a pure world of life and love. No white-winged persona angel in a tainted world of death and spite. Two sides of a same coin. Humanity. When one sees how to use the world, the other sees how the world can be used. While one enjoys the shadow of his notoriety the other basks in the light of her deeds.
But Black and White are not Water and Oil.
Flip the coin.
HiruMamo ANGER"I'm gonna kill those retards! Send them rotting in space!"
"No you aren't."
"Shut up, Fuckin' Manager! If I said I will then I will!"
"You won't because I said so."
"I do what I fuckin' want, for fuck sake! And they are shit!"
"It's just a game on the TV, Youichi."
"I'm gonna crush them! Grind them into dog food! Skin them alive! Feed them to piranhas!"
"And me, I am gonna get angry if you don't stop this instant."
"You are shitting me?! They …"
"OK. Now I am angry."
She switched off the TV.
The Seven Devils of ChristmasIt’s almost Christmas; a time for family, traditions, making merry and goodwill to all men, right?
It’s a time of stress and frustration as you’re trying to get ready for the big day. So much to do, so many things to prepare and so little time to do it in, especially when you have to fit it all in around your job.
This is made all the more difficult due to there being seven devils hard at work, intent on making the run up to Christmas as difficult as possible.
The first one appears as soon as you decide to try and get ahead on your Christmas shopping. Your thoughts are to nip into town after you finish your shift and take advantage of late night opening, but this little devil thinks now would be a good time to make your car fail to start. Instead of running around the shops, snapping up bargains, you’re left stuck at work waiting for the Recovery Service to arrive. Of course, since you’re there, your boss will make sur
How To Be A Rebellious Teen* Dye your hair an outrageous colour
* Run away... and come back home two hours later when you're cold and hungry
* Roll your eyes and kiss your teeth at least one-hundred times a day
* A genuine laugh should be quickly covered up by a sarcastic "Lol.”
* Carry a mobile even if you have no friends to call
* Smile devilishly at a text message, even if it is just from your mum telling you to get your butt back home
* Grunt in reply to everything at all costs
* Wait sixty seconds before replying to anyone online/through text even if your fingers are hovering above the keys
* NEVER reply to the first call of your name.
* Act particularly deaf when confronted by your parents
* Always act like you dread the company of your parents, even if they are your only friends
* Exceed an hour on the phone even if you have nothing to say
* Have an account on every social networking site existing. You needn’t tell anyone only your little cousins ‘Friend’ you
* Call everyone
You are obsessed with Nightwish if...You are obsessed with Nightwish if:
1. You have aaaaaall the CDs
2. You know the right order of the Albums and the titles on them
3. You are in an “Angels-Fall-First”-membership or higher grade
4. You know the songs with Tuomas´ voice in it
5. There´s no way Jukka is human. He is one of the Aliens from Mars Attacks.
6. You want ginger-red hair
7. You worship escapism
8. You recorded your own covers of their songs
9. You´ve recorded your covers from beautiful Piano Songs like “Sally´s Song”, “The Wind and the Ocean”, “Eversleeping” or “Good Enough” and call them “(Your name) feat. Tuomas Holopainen”
10. You draw silly comics of them all being perverts
11. You know who´s mom is named like Hellraiser´s Hero girl
12. You wear bracelets on each wrist
13. You know Arska
14. You know “Snufkin”
15. You know where Taikatalvi title is from
16. You have seen “Baptizing the
Dear Bleach Fanfiction Authors Ch 8 - GrimmjowDear Bleach Fanfiction Authors,
Huh, bloody killings, vicious attacks, gratuitous cruelty, generally acting like a freakin’ asshole?
Actually, I think most of you got me spot on. (Although you kinda overdid it with all the cat stuff. I’m not an Adjuchas anymore, dammit!)
But you gotta write more stories with me smashing that damn shinigami into oblivion instead of fucking him!
Though… you sure make him look kinda pathetic when I’ve got him slammed against a wall. *psychotic grin* You gave me some ideas—now I just might play with him a little before I beat him to death.
And did you notice that I’m the only one of the Espada still alive? Hell, I outlived even that fuckin’ bastard Aizen and his two toadying flunkies. An’ if that wimp Ulquiorra had done what I said back in the beginning and killed the damn shinigami right at the start, then we woulda won. Fuckin’ Aizen thought he was so smart and look what happened to h
Angelica's call for her butler echoed off the walls of her excessively large bedroom. In a matter of seconds, Devon was in her mistress's room.
"I heard the phone ring last night after you put me to bed. Who was it?"
"Your friend's butler called."
Angelica tossed her book to the edge of her bed and sat up. "Which one? The one who drugged last week, or the other one?"
"Start that with me and I'm going to rip your eye out and shove it down your throat. But what did he want?"
"He was calling on behalf of his master, I believe. Some issue with the trade between his business and yours, though I'm not entirely sure."
"...And what did you say?"
"I didn't say anything, Mistress. I was busy doing your laundry, and Salem answered the telephone."
"Oh dear God, help me..."
"What could a worthless, inferior being possibly want with you?"
"Ha ha, that was hilarious." Angelica rolled her eyes. "But what did Salem say?"
"Well..." Devon pulled a red dress from her
Ways To Cure BoredomAre you bored?
So bored, in fact, that you're contemplating reading Twilight - the worst book in the world?
Or watching Twilight - the worst movie in the world?
Or taking advice from this article - the worst Ways to cure Boredom in the world?
Then go right ahead - you must seriously be seriously bored so I won't stop you.
1) Play pen & paper games (0's and x's, Hangman, etc)
4) Write a short story or poem (preferably about boredom)
5) Draw (fashions, someone being bored, etc)
6) Investigate as to whether your local shopkeeper is a pervert
7) Write lists (like this one)
8) Call a sympathetic friend
9) Take a nap
10) Have a hot drink (tea, coffee, hot-chocolate)
11) Tackle a really stiff Maths equation
12) Invent your own knock-knock jokes
13) Light candles and cut yourself
14) Stitch the holes in your socks, cardi's stocking, etc
15) Prank-call people
16) Cause a completely unreasonable, whopping big argument on the internet
17) Count the hairs on your head
GTC: Irritating FascinationsHe fascinated her.
Sure, a lot of things fascinated her.
But he was a whole different story. It confused her how someone could be so... so dull. Which made him all the more interesting to her.
She had a lot of conflicting feelings for the boy. Sometimes she felt like maybe he actually liked her back. And other times she felt like maybe he just saw her as a child and was entertaining her; playing a game.
Sometimes she felt like he enjoyed her company. And other times she felt like she was just irritating him. It's not like he talked all that much, or told her he felt that way. (Come to think of it, he never really told her anything... Should she feel something toward that?)
Sure, there were a few people she liked in a way that she could possibly date them.
But He was different; confusing. Like your stereotypical, tall, dark, handsome and mysterious character! She hated it and loved it all at the same time.
"I hate people that make me feel like this!" She groaned, falling o
HiruMamo LIPSHere she is in front of him. Moving those lips of hers while talking. Right. Why was she not using sign language again? It is way more practical. He can focus on the content for example. Not on the emotions she can muster with those freaking lips. Not on the way how bitting her lower lip is fucking hot. Not on the look the Fucking Monkey has got.
She drives the team crazy. Do something Youichi!
An astounded silence falls on the field.
And all it takes is a kiss.
He should have thought about it sooner.
It is good.
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