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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
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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