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Annoying MissionsThis mission should not have been nearly as difficult as it was. But dammit, it was, and he'd told Komui so. Many. Times. Now. That he did not work well with others. He'd rather be sent on a mission with Lavi than Allen. But did Komui ever listen? Nope, he just smiled in that annoying way of his, and sent him on the mission anyway. On the plus side, he usually received orders that made it so that he didn't have to return to the order when Allen did.
But really, could the Bean Sprout even go one damned mission without attempting to sacrifice himself to save a civilian? How many exorcists had been lost during his time at the order? And boy, had he spent a lot of time at the order. Ever since General Theodore had found him, nine years ago. Kanda had adamantly protested this next mission with Allen, saying that he'd much rather be sent off with Daisya this time. Daisya was a lot easier to deal with, and didn't annoy Kanda nearly as much as anyone else had. With the excep
One Half of BelovedHis first impression of Nisei had been far better than his first impression of Seimei. In all honesty, Nakahira thought that his hatred of Seimei should extend to Nisei, too. It was strange that he didn't. When Seimei brought Nisei home with him, Nisei distanced himself from Seimei and his semblance of normalcy. When he'd asked Seimei, he'd been told that Nisei really didn't get along with others, and hated domesticity. He'd laughed and told Nakahira that Nisei wasn't right in the head. He'd grown up not knowing what a normal, loving family was.
When Seimei brought Nisei over, he spent most of his time sitting on the stone bench in the garden maze of rose bushes. Nakahira had found him there one day, just gazing at the roses and enjoying the warm breeze that captured his dark hair and made it dance. He'd looked at Nakahira and nodded, acknowledging his presence. Every time Nakahira found him here, he did the exact same thing. Gazed at the flowers around him, and didn't touch a single p
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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