Pecan Orchard For Sale

Toh, who's here? XD

Good evening! Finally I have a little 'free time, the line in fits and starts works and so I can write a short report of my trip and this fast (really cabbage, rose in a moment O_O) Christmas!
I left the twenty-second, it was about half past five in the morning and I was sleeping crack, not to mention that I did not sleep the day before, too nervous! >___\u0026lt;
I arrived at the airport by a miracle of Berlin, had not even certain Time of departure stating that there was a terrible storm and it was not safe to travel, but "luckily" I came in a time where the rain seemed to have diminished, but obviously there was delayed so I took the opportunity to write and I threw down a Daemon / Giotto (OLE out a XD).
arrived at the airport was my grandmother, my uncle and two friends waiting for: Sarah and Geneva, not seen for centuries, while we were in time for msn and then not even I recognized immediately. Q:



arrived at grandma's house after a trip by car is not indifferent (longer than air travel to be clear! 8D) I have not unpacked since the day I had to go to college, then after various pleasantries, I was at home to bring me down to speak in a German / English / Italian / nonsonemmenoiocosa because here the weather is always horrible, so it is that you can do who knows what D:
The next day I had to take the exam for admission to the Academy and was the only one (because it actually I do not think there are many poor bastard on December 23 are to take their exams, if required. XD), seems to have gone well, they are all very nice and I even met my roommate seems nice *-*
Eve I went with Sarah and some of her friends, thank God they are all people that make you feel at ease, people with whom you can talk about what you like, I wondered if the Italians were all as beautiful as Dino (LOL) and things like that! XD
Today, at Christmas, I had lunch with my grandmother and her / my (?) Family. It was not that bad, luckily it was over quickly and I was not forced to eat because there was too much to eat, so many years that I live in Italy do not think I've seen the menu so exaggerated . ° __ °
Speaking of stupid things. I hate Naoto . XD I can not move it Alauda, it Cavallone characters are beyond my reach! Q. It 's the second time that I rewrite the second page of the fic and can not unlock it. On the other hand, I started another Mukuro / Tsuna, which probably will become a long fic (OMG.), and I'll also excuse to throw Mukuro oocyte, a very good excuse; D
I bought 19 of Reborn! I refuse to approach 18. e___e - just think about who's 18, so we put in the middle of the 20th eh, I'll 18-20-19. \u0026lt;3 W logic. (?)
8D I want the new chapter of Reborn _______ LOVOGLIOPORCODINO & OMFGKYOUYA. Ok
end crap. Talking about serious things I will not describe how I am emotionally. Survive can be said? not say "Mom I want to go home! " because if it happens in your hands the hacks 8D (polite way of saying that I would like to kill.)
A special thanks to those who wrote me, telling what happened in these few days and hope This was a bit over the next few days, fortunately only work three times a week and classes will resume on ten! * ^ *

Warhammer 40k Tabletop Online

FBI and CSI

Today I wanted to hurt myself with the usual fic written randomly choosing a pair without really needing a fandom. In fact we are in the world of CSI but I can not tell you how I understand it, maybe just because it says the author. You
ire_manga and found HERE.

The two lovers attract of ire_manga (And I do not know if the subjunctive is wanted, like, "What the two lovers attract" a mo & rsquo ; to spell potteriana invoice or if the author intended "Attract" and then I wonder, with all the goodness of Christmas that comes over me, but that fucking title ...?)

ff This speaks of the couple that I adore Cath Gil- (E here ... The problem, as always, is to write something vaguely plausible, acceptable, grammatically correct and sensible! For heaven's sake ... Once again I do not know if this is a fake because I do not understand anymore. It seems so impossible to get to write some nonsense that now my little head takes refuge in the remote possibility that all have nothing better to do than write shit to make jokes on the people of fanfic readers. And I know that this is not humanly possible. So I leave to you the difficult decision: ire_manga also there is or there is?)

(Oh, you only have to explain that this is a fic on CSI, the main series, and the pair we're going to hear is the unlikely Grissom / Willows. do not worry if you've never seen the show because you know that even our authors have never seen an episode of the series on which then write. Just know that we are facing an investigation team, so imagine it, these investigators talented and brilliant, so to speak)

We find the team LV (Las Vegas. Mica he could write full, not write extended not even the names of the characters ...) forced to undergo an internal investigation by the federal investigating Gil and Cath for not having found the clues (But I think that at least some of the keywords argument should learn them. if you write about Harry Potter type the key words are magic, wand, broom, and prick, but if you write on CSI you have to learn clues, I-no-trace, and crime scene investigator) a murder also sought from them. (Eh, murders are sought, of course, then when you find them you can start to investigate)
After a series of lengthy interrogations, the group found in the laboratory of Greg to discuss the case, (But why in the laboratory of Greg? is a common agreement to use the workshop as a venue for the meetings?) Grissom begins to tell why this is happening. (And the others have been subjected to interrogation without knowing why were questioned? Or just have questioned Gil and Cath and now they go to tell all the guys of the survey? I do not know if you can do.)
- on which they investigate the murder only affects me, and Cath and brings the two of us working together at the beginning of our journey, in fact about 20 years ago (So the I hope others have not been questioned about it, do not come much) Cath had been placed in tandem with me and soon we had a very complicated case connected with FBI .- (What a strange property is hours an individual to himself)
-What about? - Churches Greg (Point) (Greg asks questions that could lead to sad explanations)
Cath, who until now (I do not know what to sign, if l & rsquo ; adverb jars or switching from one tense to another like a holiday) remained silent takes word, saying ("Verbs of these last two sentences could kill a child, we investigate instead of talking about this shit! ")
- The case involved a serial rapist who had already had 10 victims, so FBI said (A dear friend, FBI) (But come on, but even if you ear plugs so you can talk about watching a thriller. ... The FBI said the FBI is not entity) to act as bait to catch the man but I I fell into his trap and if it was not for .. I would not be here Gil- (Apart from the verbs tralasciamoli ... EVER. The first point, I would like to know when the FBI takes a laboratory technician who is Catherine and uses it as bait to catch a rapist. Actually I want to know since the FBI take any person and uses it as bait ... Anyway, the second point, why tell this story with all this pathos and terms of this research? Catherine seems to suddenly become a lamb bleating. Point three, has a nice face to come to investigate the FBI accusing you of inaccuracy when his fault-FBI-you were about to be killed. Fourthly, you fall into his trap? But the meaning of "bait" you know?)
Cath looked down (shame he had set a trap in which she has fallen) and the others remained upset by the story, (And you think. All right that Greg has seen little to upset her performances. I hate Greg) all except Gil. (familiar with the problems of Catherine and, indeed, he himself was warmly recommend it to FBI as bait, saying "the FBI, a former stripper as bait for a rapist ... what do you say? A deal?") fact it was he who had found Cath dying, (Ah, I really thought that he was proposing it as bait) raped and beaten and had cared for until she was better. (What a beautiful scene, congratulations. I always struggle to understand why we should necessarily do bad things happen to characters in a series, I find it hard to understand why certain authors to the feeling should always be born in desperate conditions and total psychological breakdown so as to cause you to wonder if the two lovers have not been forced by circumstances to fall into each other's arms. They can not love each other because they are cute and smart, no, one must have been raped and beaten up because of FBI-and the other must prove a strong compassion and a trickle of guilt against the colleague) (And then what will be the time that must pass through a raped and beaten for "being better"?)
While thinking of the story (Good memories) Cath the look with a look of understanding, because even she was thinking the same thing. (FBI had to suffer and pay for so what did he do?)
was born so their friendship / love (Friendship / Love is a feeling of the most controversial of the century. Not You never know if you get there to fuck or be making braid) and lasted for more than 20 years, (Think of that difficulty) but now everything was putting into play their feelings (FBI was investigating Why?) as if they finally decide to its reporting eternal love. (BUT WHY? Who told you? "Based on what? FBI interrogates them about a rapist, then I do not know if it's just whether or rapist is also murderess, my fault I guess, and Grissom and Catherine DICH think of as everlasting love? FBI interrogate me I have to go before I say that to a I love him? How much work ...)
After the meeting, which had not clarified the situation with a young CSI, (And what do you clarify? You said just bullshit) (Only the young CSI. But all the acronyms used as more ; to like it?) Gil and Cath were going home to Gil, the first on her to allow her to take a little 'clothes, (First of Gil from the first or her?) Cath where he spent the rest days. (And it sounds like a death sentence) (Let me understand: the involvement of FBI allowed the two to take the formal decision to share an apartment? As usual, I wonder why I use these grandiose plots absolutely free of any study on the topic just to say that two idiot going to live or decide to get married. You can not write her, raped and tortured twenty years before he is cared for by colleague / friend / lover who over the years does not seem that but it is. Finally he goes home to take her clothes-which is always of vital importance, I dare say-and then to his house where he remained for the rest of the days in which to live) (add: that squalor)
arrived at the home of Gil, Cath went at once to take a shower while Gil began to prepare dinner for them both. (dare I say it was better when they spoke to FBI and unsolved cases absurd because in the hands of incompetents) (That was not incompetent before the writing of this fic, of course)
Cath came out of the shower, ( Beware the precious details that well from here on out will have the opportunity to taste) dried hair (How strange, I thought if I held the hope of wet peck pneumonia or a better neuralgia) and went ; by Gil who had just finished dinner, (mean to eat? He forgot about her that is because they are three hours in the shower. He had dinner, washed the dishes and went to bed. Now she appears before him, he gets scared and shoots) ate in almost total silence, (Aaaah, the joy of CSI) then settled on the couch where they talked about any subject without ever mentioning the case. (Before you eat, then sit on the couch and start to talk about the mating rituals of the chinchilla, the rainy season in the northern hemisphere, how much free memory has the hard drive ... Grissom) About two hours after
(two hours talking about any subject, think ...) Cath said she was tired and wanted to sleep (And he sent her to fuck off, she and chinchilla) so you settled on the couch, (That's nice. They live and sleep on her sofa, large improvement) shortly after Gil, who was still asleep, she started looking Cath. (She is curled up on the couch or did he really dumped there, and then went to bed, unable to sleep, he returned to see if she was dead or not?)
In quell'instanti (But yes, go. Inventiamoci demonstration of the new pluralism. If we do not know the right ones just take a singular and put the "i" instead of "or") (And the word is that after the need is there to write it correctly if I have already amply demonstrated he does not know Italian? I did thirty, thirty-do) Gil thought he was lucky to love a woman so strong, (He's lucky to love it, not to be reciprocated, though) determined and at the same time very sweet, just at that moment he woke up saying Cath (Punctuation? We have vomited on it?)
- Why are you watching me? - (What superpower has Cath? If he was asleep how do you wake up saying something?)
- Perhè 're so beautiful when you sleep .... - (When you're awake but you make me a bit 'crap)
- Gil sure what you say ?!?!- (I have an infrared camera that kind of Big Brother that when I sleep resumes and Gil, I assure you that when I saw the movie I threw up from the suck. You looked at me right? How do you say I'm fine, sorry, do not see that crap is this?) (Now tell me what is the woman who would respond to a compliment like "Are you sure about that?")
- It , (He responds well, do not spit in my eye) I can finally tell you ...- (He says that it sucks?) approaching Cath - I love you, from the first moment I saw you, (He was afraid to say it until now because he was not sure that you place in the house to house? Or had to wait for a call from FBI?) because I've always nearby, because you're the only woman I know who the real Gil, who knows how to comfort me with that one smile, one that ... . - (The reasons go on for hours, then Gil went to their favorite subject, chinchillas, and finally, after another five hours, Cath Gil still starved because he had forgotten to feed her. FBI investigated but got bored after five minutes and all other accused CSI-to-40 scale not know how to play, so to accuse them of something)
- Shhhh ... (asthma?) not speak more (What I want to kill you) let me to take the next step- (What would stab him? Give him a bite on the hand? A head ?)
He approached him and placed his lips (the lips, of course) on her with great gentleness, (After twenty years this is the next step? I was right to Just fuck it by Gil) without any form of passion only pure feeling, (But beautiful! That issue has the passion, sex and all things worth living for certain writers? A kiss without passion sucks ... and feeling as if there is to be no passion? This phrase is a contradiction in terms) so the two moved from the couch to the bed and then .... (But if there was no passion! The kiss without passion but then they mate)
the morning he woke Gil (And you forgot again that Catherine was at home. Rammed sheets out the window and fell to the Cath 46 stories below) and looked beside him to if the only woman he loved and that she would love forever. (His mother. That said, "Gil, why do not you get a good girl to marry now that you're old?")

39 Weeks Pregnant And Dark Stool

D18} {Fanfic: "Precious Things"

Title: Precious Things
Pairing: Dino Cavallone D18 {x}
Hibari Kyouya Rating: PG
Notes & Warnings: Melancholy, What If?, Death ! TYL Character, Shounen-ai

D18Day Happy!

December 18.



A marble plaque, that's what's left of him.

A marble plaque, a ring and a broken promise.

Dino passed away exactly one year ago during a mission as one to protect a child during a clash between the Family and a Family Cavallone opponent. As a result of a gunshot wound his condition had gradually deteriorated and finally, without even suffer particularly, it was off.

No one saw her last moments as Dino himself had asked to be alone, strange to his nature, he loved being around people, had left a message, however, had clearly stated that the only one who could it was Kyouya.

Unfortunately when Kyouya returned from a long mission of almost an entire week, Dino had already died.

The funeral was celebrated in his native land of Dino, Italy, and was present in the whole Vongola Family as well as other numerous and important Mafia families. The Boss of Cavallone post remained vacant for a long time, Dino had neither wife nor children, so the role fell to a cousin who unlike him had less suited to that place and could not make it to the Family as the Tenth Boss had done it.



Hibari had continued to live as if nothing had happened, the people around him could not find any difference in his behavior of any kind in his feelings. Yamamoto still remember his expression cold and impassive at the funeral, Hibari was not a person who could have easily reveal his feelings, he had never done with anyone else outside of Dino and other times with Tsunayoshi Sawada, because Tsuna said as- Hibari same-did nothing but stick their nose into others' affairs, so he felt almost obliged to speak and say that he did not want any kind of special treatment because "there was a woman who had lost her husband in war."



Although visited by several years, Hibari had never been able to say that he and Dino were "together" even though it was quite evident in the eyes of others. Initially their relationship was left in doubt by many people: Hibari was a student of the medium, Dino was much bigger than him, but there were those such as Tsuna that paid no attention to these Special bigots ... was really thanks to Dino if Hibari - albeit in his own way - had started to open his heart more.

*** On the morning of December 18, Hibari was in Italy for the Christmas holidays, when Dino was still alive often went together to bring flowers on the graves of the parents of the largest, had never had the opportunity to know them but out of respect he did, even after the death of Dino had continued what had already become a veritable ritual.

"Thank you for entrusting me with your son." Muttered in an Italian a bit 'unsafe, leaning toward the two plaques to replace the two worn out with two new candles.

He stared for a few seconds and then putting the flames burning red eyes on the stone immediately to the side, slightly morose.

replaced the dried flowers with a bouquet of carnations, without changing expression even once, keeping the lips pressed into a thin line, his hands in his pockets and his eyes focused on the stone, his tombstone.

"But you do not deserve thanks, you left me alone. You took my heart and my pride and you're gone. "

mere protocol, a way as any to not to admit that after all he was missing, perhaps too much.



Her every look, every phrase, precious things.

***

"Kyouya you marry me?" Dino asked him with a lighthearted tone, as he stared at the horizon: the fire burned intensely red sky reflecting in the calm waters of the sea. There was a slight breeze, the background voices of some children in the distance, accompanied by their parents to enjoy those last days of summer.

that question the dark frowned, she hated that way of making the Dino, he could say things more embarrassing with a naturalness out of the ordinary, the opposite of him in short.

"We are two men, do not say nonsense."

Hibari was getting pretty direct in saying what he thought, plus he never takes seriously Dino, when he did other things, but it was certainly not the ' love.

The blond laughed, taking a hand in the pocket of his denim jacket he wore, extracting a small box, once opened, turned out to contain a small ring with a small stone opal embedded in it.

expression showed that Hibari was definitely pleasant, so that he missed out on a fun laugh. The boy took his eyes dark ring first, then disbelief on the face of the other, at the same time confused and surprised by the gesture of the other, which, even if you do not see ... I gave appreciated.

"You're just a stupid herbivore, this will not change anything." Deviated gaze, but Dino also noticed a hint of redness on the face of Hibari.

took the hand of the dark and slowly slid the ring on the ring, without taking even a moment to look from his. Kyouya's hand trembled slightly, as did every time he touched him more firmly than usual, so he tried to be as reassuring as possible.



"I take you as my husband, I promise to be faithful to you always, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health and to love and honor you all the days of my life ... "



Dino swore in a low voice, accompanying the last word with a slight smile. A smile that even today when he tried to imagine, it hurt.



'... till death do us part. "



The blond grabbed the dark face gently in his hands, noticing a slight sense of bewilderment in the eyes of Hibari, slipped an arm around her shoulders to reassure . She kissed him, noting first a bit 'of uncertainty that is not reserved for ever to conceal, even then the Moor returned the contact, clenching his little fists on the chest of Dino. Feeling a little dizzy, but still enjoyable.



I let you guide to lead me elsewhere,

because I expect other concerns, new perils, other tests.
Will I hear your voice even if he is silent,
I'll be able to forward them in places without light, amid
faces ever seen, tricks of illusionists
remember this: I exist because you exist.

***

Donate feelings, love ... it was never his forte, then set aside the pride!

Dino despite everything he had always accepted what was, in later years do not meet very often, indeed because of commitments with their families, often traveled Dino Italy, while Kyouya remained in Japan.

Their relationship turned into a series of letters, phone calls, gifts (the latter especially to Dino Hibari.) Visits and in the meantime time, a report in short distance.



I will never forget that time when you were not there when the last act was in fact the first of my thoughts.



Family came first.

The duties came first.

Hibari Yet he found himself in a time when he felt the need to be put on top of these things, Dino. Behavior a bit 'selfish for a man of twenty-two years; Dino on the other hand he was afraid of choking another with his character, even if he had to admit that at that time had changed considerably, even tried to accuse the fact that Romario and his men.

Nobody had asked him to change, let alone Hibari often complain that in spite of his character too extrovert, he had never insisted on changing it.

At that moment he realized that Hibari Dino was a prisoner of a world that forced him to be the person who was not a prisoner of the mark, the tattoo that covered part of his body ... a prisoner of a role that had been obliged to take.

I remember well the times when Dino told him that as a boy when his father died he had felt fear, perhaps even resentful, when the inheritance he had received all his power, forcing it to become boss of the then Cavallone.

Hibari had always done everything his own way without listening to others, he did not know what it was, even against Dino and his feelings had never been carried away more than they should ... or at least, had avoided doing publicly.



After the death of Dino came to close, suppressing his feelings, perhaps more than before. When he was alone instead get to do things he never did, screaming and crying in frustration, cursing him for having given him after all, after having promised the moon was dead at the end ... even in a pathetic second Kyouya, considering what the other was strong.



costs Tears looking for a way, precious things.

***

knelt in front of the headstone, prolonging the arm forward, toward the plaque.

He touched his name engraved, the last memories he had left of him - the last His memory land.

suddenly rose to his feet, a suspicious noise had attracted his attention, his eye fell on a dog breed Labrador, staring at him from who knows how many minutes sitting nearby.

She stared at him for a couple of minutes, seeing something familiar in her look, but shook his head thinking how stupid it was the thought of seeing the look of a person in a dog.

The puppy approached the boy, loving to do with rubbing his head against his hand and licking her fingers. Tickled by the gesture, Kyouya let out a small smile, stroking his back.

"Dino! Dino Where are you? "In the distance the voice of an elderly woman caught his eye and heard the name instinctively raised her eyes, looking around - there was an expression on his face, surprise, almost hopeful.



What a fool.



The puppy to the call of the woman began to bark as if to attract his attention, at Kyouya who rose up with the intent to leave, but when she approached the grave of bringing Cavallone first look on the tombstone of Dino, Hibari then decided to stay.

"He was someone you know?" Asked the old woman, suddenly in Japanese Kyouya frowned, initially reluctant to speak with the woman, but then nodded.

"This dog is almost a year running here, running away from my house every day ... and I find it near the tombstone of the man, so I decided to call it Dino." He explained, despite the Moor had not asked for anything, she said the puppy with one eye: he was stopped for a moment had arrived to fix Hibari.

"It seems like the gentleman ... why not take him away with it?" He asked with a smile at the good, Kyouya looked back on the puppy seemed to understand the words of the woman and began to wag its tail , when it came to animals became quite sensitive, so after a brief exchange of looks (yes, with the dog.) nodded.



During the return trip to Japan several times had the feeling that puppy know him ... for some time. If it was thanks to fate or chance is probably not one would ever know, but when he saw the puppy stumbling dizzily on the front door of his house, a strange feeling took over in him ... even Dino happen often.



be tied to the past, someone who is no more perhaps it was foolish to herbivores, and certainly not by Hibari Kyouya ... but he needed someone to be able to hold on, a hold, support.



"... in fact not" till death do us part "... but" forever "."



Sometimes the promises kept, that stupid Cavallone.

What Does Pizzle Mean

Giotto Fanfic} {Daemon x 21 grams - the weight of the soul + Fanfic OST

Title: 21 grams - the weight of the soul.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Daemon Spade x Giotto
Beta-reader: funghettonero
Notes & Warnings: Pre-betrayal of Swords Angst, Melancholy, Shounen-ai.

"How many lives do we live? How many times did you die? It is said that at the precise moment of death all lose 21 grams of weight. No exceptions. But what is there in 21 grams? How much is lost? When we lose those 21 grams? What goes with them? How much do you earn? How ... yes ... gains? 21 grams, the weight of five nickels each other. The weight of a hummingbird, a chocolate bar. How much are 21 grams? '.

incitement of G. and any two men, Giotto raised once again the elbow, reaching the glass to his lips and allow the alcohol down her throat and then finally, leaning nonchalantly on the table without bothering to look these - one separately.

see the smile of Daemon Swords albeit hidden from the glass closer to her lips from time to time, it was pretty easy and I thank that little bit of lucidity and merely had to throw a little look 'just to make him angry guess who was still angry.



To understand what happened between the two must go back several hours.

Giotto had just come home a long three-day mission with G. Rather tired and with several injuries on the body which he had obtained during a confrontation with the Boss of the Family Cavallone, with whom he was not harmonious relations in that period. He had never been the kind of person who preferred to turn an ordinary event like signing a treaty in a fight, but that Cavallone could always bring out the worst of him, taking advantage of the fact that Giotto was still a pretty young guy, with the ideals , but still young.

Discharged G. closed in the room, took off his coat winter nervously threw on the nearest chair followed soon after by the pinstripe jacket. While unbuttoned his shirt, Noting the obvious signs of a mirror to what was thinner at that time, he realized he had laid on him a look.

Needless to say, not much tried to imagine who it was, his eyes were immediately fell on Daemon's face in the mirror staring at him with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Welcome back Boss'. Without even a minimum of hesitation Daemon came, bringing his hands on his shoulders to help him slip off his shirt torn to shreds on several sides of the sleeves, Giotto let him without taking even for a glance at the mirror noticing the expression the other that he was perfectly at ease, unlike his own.

"Recently I talked with G. ... So to speak is like shooting big ... "a face had distorted his face, it was known that he and G. can not stand, or more likely was G. Daemon could not stand the dark and then the feeling became mutual, "I said that eventually the Cavallone have decided to become our allies."

Daemon was always the first to become interested in spite of the bureaucracy and would prefer to deal with Giotto in person more often than they did consult the Guardian Fog of intuition to give him good advice.

"So apparently, although I must admit that it did not seem very convinced." He admitted with a sigh, the blonde, the other away in search of a new shirt.

Before he realized he found himself a Daemon arm around his waist that removed him from the chest that he had tried in vain to reach, letting his hand wrapped in glove on a wound surface, which forced response to Giotto squint suppressing a groan of pain.

"First you should treat your wounds." The His hand had reached the face of Giotto, slowly touching it with the back and finally let the other turns to him.

A quick exchange of glances made sense to Daemon that there was something wrong in the other, beyond the physical discomfort seemed to suffer morally.

"At this moment I would just go to bed and sleep for at least nine hours, I think that might be enough ..." the blond murmured with a slight smile on his lips, Daemon had pushed the hand that still held pressed against lives of others and turning to look at physical barest to what Giotto had never been.

"Are you still lost weight." He looked, this time on her face there was any kind of derisive expression, even in his eyes you could almost see a light shine concern.

Giotto in the meantime had first worn the black shirt he found in the closet, look elsewhere as if to ignore the words of others, his thoughts had turned elsewhere.



"Watch your back, your not all men are worthy of your trust. Some people will treat you like a brother, who though far away will protect you, who will try deep respect and may even be someone willing to betray you. "



while returning from a mission old beggar had read the papers, Giotto did not believe in that sort of thing, but unexpectedly had guessed several elements of his life, and that sentence in particular had blown away. He knew that the chosen route was not easy, but because of that revelation was asked how it was possible that some of his companions would betray him when we were all sworn eternal friendship.

"I repeat that I am just tired, and I want to sleep ..." The flow of words was interrupted by the lips of the other which came to rest on his overbearing, leaving it for a few seconds displaced.

Daemon himself surprises of his act, finding himself staring at the shocked face of the boss but could not find a way to unlock.

The answer came soon after by Giotto himself, a slap in the face that brought the dark to the present: the cheek ached and the frown of the blonde.

"Do not try anymore," said Boss of the Vongola blushing slightly, slightly serious tone of voice and eyes a bit 'shiny a vision is not an everyday word.

Daemon from his sensibility put her hand on his forehead, to hold back a laugh and make fun setting with Giotto. She laughed often moments of his stall or embarrassment, it was pretty obvious that he did it with style.

From the point of view Giotto preferred that their relationship was like that, rather than when they quarreled or their ideas - often different, despite Daemon had some insight into different camps are contrasted, though there was to say that Daemon's ideas conflicted with those of most of the group.

***

He saw Giotto more throughout the day, let alone liked to see him.

the evening, however, that advantage was Christmas Eve, the entire group decided to go out to dinner and then go for a drink in a warm place, like another excuse for those who had not forget to have a family or a family who had it but preferred not to spend the holidays.

During a modest drinking contest Lightning was the first to succumb, gradually followed by others. Eventually the three to stand were Giotto, G. Daemon and, although it was pretty evident the close rendering of Giotto.



Shortly before midnight Boss blond took leave rather unnerved by the behavior of Daemon, even annoyed by his look that he did not hesitate to fall upon him.

The Guardian of the Mist had done the same for some time following a certain distance from each other that swayed slightly, while holding on to time for close to a wall of a house or relying on the first obstacle that presented itself.

In a sense, saw him walking by himself, shrugging his shoulders in an attempt to warm up in the coat was a vision that would never have expected to see, especially because he was accustomed to seeing Giotto surrounded by people, sure himself, as if illuminated by a light that he issued.



But there it is: just a drunk walking in the dark.



It was a lifestyle that suited Daemon thought, increasing the pace of steps to approach faster to Giotto, the exact moment when she saw him slip to the ground, scraping her hands what happens to children when he was still unsure of their steps or inattentive ... lose balance and fall.

"Giotto," So he went, Giotto when he recognized the voice tried in every way to rise to his feet, ignoring the hand that had offered Daemon.



The snow began to fall gentle, whitening the landscape around it.

An old bell tolls midnight, the chimes echoed in absolute silence ...

The snow was red.

there were red stains on the snow.

Those spots were blood red.

The blood came from the body of Giotto.



Daemon's hands instinctively went to unbutton the coat of blonde at the moment acted without even thinking about releasing it from the casing and identifying with his eyes the wound that had grazed on the morning ... only now it was open and bleeding.

"... You! You're really stupid and will die a fool! "He could not think of anything but that, I screamed in my face the other trying to hide the shaking - shaking choking - behind the clouds condensed air that were created with every breath because of the cold.

it meant absolutely no first aid was limited then to improvise a bandage by tearing a flap of his shirt in the vacant look of a silent sufferer and Giotto.

"A hospital ..." he murmured to himself, grabbing their arms between the body of the smaller, but Giotto's arm shook with bullying the other, shaking his head.

"I want to stay here. I want to see snow. "Muttered breathing lie down but pointing to a relaxed smile, as if this was enough to calm Daemon.

thoughts crowd the mind is like a swollen river threatened to turn into sharp words, transform the hatred she felt for him into something else seemed to be impossible, but it's in that state made her feel something very close to the fear or concern.

He received his request to build better self, as the snow continued to fall slowly, partially covering the shoulders of a pure white coat as Daemon. He wondered if that was the plan from the beginning of Giotto: A day like any other die alone, far from all, he wondered why a person like Giotto certainly not loved by all but a person worthy of respect had so decided to put an end.

«Ventun grammi. Lo sai cos'è Giotto? Il peso corporeo che perde una persona alla morte ... la vita umana, l'anima ha davvero così poco valore? Dai davvero così poco valore alla tua vita?» Domandò il moro dopo alcuni minuti in completo silenzio, obbligando l’altro ad incontrare il suo sguardo.

«Non sono forte come te.» La sua voce suonò fievole, la sua mano stringeva con più forza il braccio dell’altro come se gli stesse cercando di dire “Non lasciarmi.”

«La storia dei ventun grammi … really believe? "He asked after a while ', turning our gaze a bit' empty response to Daemon that watched him, his face pale, dark circles that stressed, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Let's say that is scientifically proven ... but in the end we give a value to our lives ... I think. He seemed uncertain, it actually was.



How much is the life of a liar then?



now had both lost track of time. Giotto stood in silence, with an eye toward the other, toward the snow continued to fall.

"Giotto withdrawn while you're on time." Daemon muttered. Giotto was not looking, he had just uttered those words without thinking. He had bet the look on his face, smiling slightly.

"If I do ... you take away my soul?" That question had surprised, shaking inside.



Why could always take him off guard?

Why did continue to have second thoughts?



Giotto's body was so cold, his face so pale and gaunt, his hands shook so small even his arm. The only defense that he knew was his best form, the smile of derision.



wanted to hold his hand, wished to see him fall.

wanted to stay at his side but he also wanted to betray him.

wanted to hate him but he could not help but hide his feelings, because love was much stronger than hate.



"You're really more ... stupid than I thought. "At the edge of exasperation Daemon had stood up, bringing with it Giotto, still clasped in his arms.

His eyes sported perseverance despite Giotto continued to look at him with a smile on his lips, because God hated him!

He had always thought that Giotto was a weak, but now showed himself to be. Would not it have come out to follow him, he should not have curargli that wound ... in doing so did nothing but increase his problems.

"Yeah. Tell me about it often. Even though I'm stupid, I have a kiss? " A request

nothing short of remarkable.

Daemon slammed a few times the eyelids, leading to the questioning look Giotto, he looked at him with an expression of quiet without saying a word.

"What is it? Today you do not go well and now you ask me? "In his words had marked quite well the irony that it reserved the right never to hide, but at the same time his eyes were on the lips of the other, in a curved smile.

"I'm drunk, Daemon."

The dark was for some second displaced by that statement, usually a drunk person really does not admit it to be ... or maybe it was not always like this?

"What's bothering you so much, Giotto?" He asked leaning on the face of the other, striving to maintain the balance to drop it, Giotto returned the look by placing the lips on those of ' Another boy, a silent request for abandonment.



The Boss of the Vongola in his presence brought out the worst of themselves, suddenly becoming capricious and perhaps too fickle, just as it did at that time. When he felt the language of the blonde ask for access to his mouth, pulled back his face - he had to admit, he did a little 'reluctantly - and looked cool to the Boss.

"I do not want your dirty soul." He murmured, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes half-closed. Giotto reached out, leaving the other arm after a long time and causing discomfort when the hand touched his cheek.

'Daemon I killed people, no matter that it was by mistake or on purpose ... my soul is already dirty. "



How can invoke the soul of a murderess?



Nell'ovvietà of his answer, almost cold, Daemon was a little 'crowded out taking a walk.

Finding the answer to be given to that phrase at the end was not real easy to find that Giotto knew better than to cheat a bit intimidated him 'to be honest: he was always cold and calculating personality the group - certainly hid it well behind the smiles of circumstance, but it was.

"not too attached to those who do not really deserve, so do not attack me too." It sounded like a way to tell him that from day to day, perhaps that very evening, he might betray him? I honestly do not care much, Daemon was not the kind of person that was tied to what's happening around feeling remorse or regret ... he was always thinking and constantly to the future, would continue to do so until the end.



"Now I have to wonder .. What is bothering you that much, Daemon? "



Answering that question would not bring anything good, so as to pretend that nothing ever could have led to something, the game was brought forward and could not give in now because of their weaknesses.

"Nothing." He lied, smiling, "I just want to bring warm, medicated wounds well and ensure that you resume quickly." He added increasing the pace and suddenly turning his gaze to the landscape as wanting to hide his expression full of disgust toward the other - or rather, disgust at himself.



hope that the snow would clear all the lies told that night were in vain, but wanted to have the least attachment to something ... again.



"Givre Eternal Friendship" For some reason every time I read the words etched into the watch pocket a symbol of his loyalty and friendship to Giotto, he felt the weight of your soul to raise a gram more ... I wonder why?



The soul of a traitor weighed much more twenty-one grams, he was sure.

Following this, the OST of fanfic, the music that inspired me a lot D:

01 - "I Can not Decide" There For Tomorrow
02 - "If It Means A lot To You "Homesick
03 -" Alone in this bed "Framing Hanley
04 -" imprisonment "Anberlin
05 -" I Hate You "Sick Puppies
06 -" Promise Me Dead by April
07 - "History" Funeral
for a Friend 08 - "Locking up the sun to" Poets of the Fall
09 - "Evil Angel" Breaking Benjamin
10 - "Darkness Eyes DBSK
11 -" Kimi wa Boku ni Niteiru "See Saw
12 -" Snowfield "CLANNAD OST

Finally, the initial quote and the title is taken from the beautiful movie" 21 Grams "

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{6927} "We no longer have any why suffer in search of something. "

Title: We no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn !
Rating: PG.
Pairing: TYL 69 x 27! (Mukuro x Tsuna Ten Years Later)
Betareader: yuja_cha
Notes & Warnings: Angst , Melancholy, Death! Character, What If? (Mukuro completely free.) OneShot {Other notes in the bottom of the fic.}

"Do not try something that does not exist, is not ..."

A dream.
Or maybe something more like a nightmare, to be honest. He did not know what to call it, noting that he could not really dream for a long time.
running a hand over his face, had looked around, recognizing his room even though it was pitch dark, a couple of entries outside had hinted the others were
not had the strength to stand up, let alone really wanted at that moment all he wanted was to go back to sleep ... maybe forever.
Finally, the voices were off, some footsteps signaled that the two had left and Mukuro found himself staring at the ceiling, still lying down.
Barely remembered what had happened until a few hours ago was the headquarters and had just received the news of the death of Tsunayoshi Sawada. Initially, he felt a sense of emptiness, of frustration and then again was followed by a very inappropriate gesture. He was laughed out loud.
Needless to say, as a reaction triggered his act in front of others: the Guardian of the Storm was approached in a threatening, in an attempt to beat him. Fortunately, Takeshi Yamamoto stopped him in time and even a cool guy and seconded as Hibari Kyouya glanced at him cold - not from him, but he had definitely noticed. To tell really do not matter to him, because he knew that nobody could understand him. He preferred to play then let her laugh like a crazy sadist who enjoyed the news of the death of a person.
probably a few years ago, could have considered that kind of person ... but not now, not really.
I do not see, but gave that look as repulsive and at times full of indifference actually felt a sense of emptiness, confusion, disappointment.

*** "I'll be back soon, I must simply sign a document. See you Later. "

Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled, while, with a clumsy gesture, trying to make the tie, but failed. With the ease Mukuro had approached. "Leave it to me. "In the room
sounded a familiar tune that Mukuro:" The Sonata for Violin in G minor ", better known as the" Devil's Trill . He loved the melody, the story fascinated him and he expressed the anguish, not to mention that he liked the sound of the violin. He was so taken by the melody that he had not realized the look of Tsuna in his, just as the reason intoned a cheerful *.
'end to tie the knot at the other, returned his look with curiosity. Tsuna had smiled in response "I'll be back really, do not worry..
Arrogant. It was the first thought that came to Mukuro's head. And of course he could not even hide, his thoughts: "What makes you think I'm worried about you? Do not kill even if you ask as a human shield, "- said with a smile on his lips hostile, stepping back to clear the closeness that had arisen.

The sound of the violin filled the grave silence that had been created between the two.
Tsuna had tried to utter a word but the look of the intimidating and Mukuro so she just smiled again, this time more sad.
The last thing he saw was his back: small and thin, the door close behind him while inside when a voice ordered him to stop because it certainly would not return alive. On the other hand the pride and at the same time she felt hatred for each other, the desire to destroy his fragile and his smile ... destroy the bond that was created between them, when Tsuna had decided to save his life and make it a free man.
would never have shown his gratitude even though he knew that, just next to standogli Guardian, unwittingly, he did.

Ridiculous, this time he thought of himself as he rose from the bed reaching to grope for the light switch, then the door and finally the corridor that led outside, where the rooms were located the other Guardians. The hall was practically empty, an eerie silence reigned, broken only by their footsteps. He walked without apparent half until he was in front of that door. Hesitantly raised his arm, holding the large door handles with a force that be whitened the knuckles. Finally, it was open.

sheets scattered on the desk, an empty coffee cup resting on the side, slightly lowered the blinds. The weather seemed to have frozen, locked forever in the morning where he read the report of the mission ended successfully Tsunayoshi where Chrome was blushing just smiling at both entry and wishing happy birthday to Mukuro ... yep, it was his birthday, or when Yamamoto Takeshi with the usual idiotic smile on his lips, he had proposed to go all together to celebrate the return of Tsuna the meeting.

seemed like a fairy tale, right? Although would categorically refused to celebrate his birthday, so as to stay a moment longer to Tsunayoshi together for a moment ... imagine how he almost might have been ...
While he was completely lost in thought , his eye fell upon a little book bound, apparently hidden under some papers without thinking twice and took him in her hands, observing the first Cover completely anonymous, then browse quickly with little interest.
Unlike its initial opinion, the interest grew when he saw that his name appeared several times. It was not hard to see that this little book was a diary ... the diary of Tsunayoshi , and there he was quoted several times.
blankly was sitting where he normally sat his boss, without a second thought, this is probably because he had often done when the other was still alive.
His eyes ran quickly latching inked pages from time to time to read an anecdote in particular interesting from the air.

"Mukuro does not consider itself part of our group, probably serve time. I will make every effort to ensure that you feel comfortable, not as a boss ... but as a friend. Mukuro I want to become my friend, I will give my best. "


" He always misunderstands everything. He does this because he wants me to hate him.
Obviously I underestimated, I'm not stupid enough to fall into his traps.
Mukuro I'll change my mind! "
The dark
had frowned, massaggiandosela several times as he read those words that could have been impudent look, but written by Tsunayoshi was impossible to see them so much.
She bit her lower lip several times and had almost the feeling of experiencing a familiar metallic taste mixed with saliva as he closed the diary of shooting, he is prevented by a slight film over his eyes that prevented him from continuing. It might be tears?
With the fear of being noticed by someone, knowing full well to be alone, he looked down, covering the upper part of the face with his hand, waiting for the feeling of frustration pass.

"Mukuro you have always the expression of a child who is about to cry, but he never does ... as if to prove something to someone.."


some reason, just then, came back to mind a few words and one scene in particular that took place that morning. It was not enough time "no", now also had to put the memories in between!
"Do not make fun Tsunayoshi-kun, the brat frignone between us you have always been you." Was his direct response to that statement, while the gaze of the other replied with a mischievous smile on purpose to tease Tsunayoshi shown that, as expected, was sulking.
He loved to tease. He did it because he knew the feelings of others, had repeatedly spied on while sleeping, heard her name in his sleep ... in those moments he could only think how to find him pathetic.

E 'bad he wants to "good" to even consider you a person who, right Tsunayoshi-kun?

I hated it after being released he had felt a sense of gratitude toward the other. He could possess the body, forcing him to destroy his dear friends, let him die in the worst way, and finally put an end to his life.
would be so easy to destroy what little body so frail, that boy is too naive to believe that he could really be changed.
I hated it then unwittingly made him his slave. Not literally because it would never have asked anything like that, but from that day, spent in a bed in the infirmary of the headquarters with his hand tight in his, he understood that it could not go ... had even think that after protect it seriously would be the perfect excuse to make that her body became its own.

His eyes had settled on the old turntable that Tsuna held in camera. It was not surprising that object even if it took a strange sense of melancholy and had lowered the needle to natural cutting letting the sound of a melody now known fill the night air.
The trill of the devil ... I wonder if making a pact with the devil would have revived Tsunayoshi? The thought was so stupid that he could not help laughing again, especially because For years he was considered the demon of the situation. a demon that can not even do something as simple as protecting a miserable human being ...?

"For a moment I almost feared that Sawada had turned into a zombie or a ghost."
A voice from the tone pot had spoken with sarcasm well hidden that phrase, when his eyes had crossed that of the Guardian Cloud would have wished for a moment and then disappear ... because he had not done? Indeed it could!
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but Hibari's just me>. He tried to
rise dall'impiccio hoping that the other levasse feet as soon as possible and certainly not approached due to seeing more of what state he was.
"I heard the music ... you and Sawada had a taste for the macabre."
could not stand the irony, especially talking about a dead person. , how to politically correct Mukuro! Almost was moved to his own thought.
"Oh yeah, speaking of macabre tastes ... we all know the myth of Hibari Kyouya" The tamarro Saturday night. "He had ventured that line almost hoping for a horrible knee-jerk reaction by the other, but strangely Hibari was limited to a soft yawn.
"Even your jokes are horrible, I go to bed and please yourself eclipsed. I'm dead tired and would like a bit 'of silence ... "she pronounced the word" silence "at a glance cold" He's in the infirmary if you want to see him one last time. "
That this last sentence was discharged with a final yawn, strangely without raging at him as you normally would do, but better not ... So Far he wanted to fight.

O probably had not the strength.

Tsunayoshi Sawada loved being around people: it was not the kind of guy who talked a lot, but seemed to suffer when he was alone.

Tsunayoshi Sawada smiled often, he did even in difficult times and his smile was the strength of all ... even to Mukuro.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was a person too fragile. Because of its fragility was dead and would never smile like that it was not about whether people who loved him.

Tsunayoshi Sawada was a liar arrogant because he had promised he would return, which would have celebrated his birthday and that would give him a goodnight kiss, thanking God, if it really existed, of having been given a life so wonderful ... now when he was lying lifeless in a white coffin.

floor shook the hand of the helpless boy, suppressing a groan of disappointment to himself - he had promised not to give in - as he looked at his face drawn into a slight smile for all eternity.

"Tsunayoshi ... do not try something like my feelings or my affection, because are all illusions, there are no ....»

"You're wrong Mukuro, now we no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something. "* Note

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We no longer have any reason to suffer in search of something. : The quotation is from the beautiful manga "God Child" by Kaori Yuki.
If it was not clear Tsuna refers to the fact that by now should Mukuro smettela torment because of his torture are unfounded.

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Do not try something that does not exists, can not be found ...

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There are many things that happen in life but the thing that always scares me is that I can not understand certain behaviors.
Reading a specific behavior should set the tone for what would be a future relationship, but the first impression is almost always betrayed by the fact that people change their attitude after a while.
This change is not always understandable or not is almost never better.
The initial demonstration of some interest should result in a speech, talk or something like that.
But if the interest is followed by a moment of neglect just do not understand.
I'll be a bit 'slow to understand something when it comes to interpersonal relationships but these things leave me somewhat perplexed.
already difficult relationship with my usual usual I find myself in situations where I feel total embarrassment, let alone when I'm there and I see a certain coldness as I dismantled in a hurry.
Oh well that what they tell me everything looks like a girl to be safe and make ass, but the reality is that they are ipertimida and hide this by using an attitude Cazzaro total.
Lately I've been traveling with one foot firmly planted on the brake when I do anything, being careful at all but it's still not enough ... I still do not know what to do. The true and sincere attitude
never pays, an interest always translates into a hole in the water, maybe the love that wins in those fleeing is true (and not only in love, I think love should be replaced with " interpersonal relationships ").
do not understand why such interest can not simply be reciprocated interest, without filters or other tricks?

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short, The post's title is a little chance, some not ... but hope it never hurts, right?
In recent days several things have happened which have upset me a little life rather quickly and are undecided what to do, because the options are there, but those who would do good to me ... Jack harm and friends around me.
My parents no longer want to help me with college expenses, because my mother is pregnant with a child and prefer to help him because "they are great now and I have to make do" reproaching the fact that my decision to leave home with my boyfriend when they were willing to keep it until I needed, even to the end of the studies ... but honestly, what is the truth? Be ... I do not regret at all: these are the "adventures" in real life, learn everything you need in life without weighing too much on parents, living with the person you love, be able to see friends without having to do hours and hours by train ... in fact the independence it gave me so many beautiful things that do not even really know how to list!
This school year I take the bachelor, but if I find a way ... will be very difficult I can do it ... I do not want to give up a university that I really like it, I could lead to different outlets without too much effort, just because it is something I love to do.
Tomorrow morning I'll go to Turin, I want to talk to my quatr'occhi and understand the real reasons for their behavior ... I've never been a good daughter, but I do not think even deserve all this. I thank God
wonderful to have friends like Jack - in addition to being my boyfriend is my best friend, first of all ... and Naoto, Dade, Sara, Alessia, Mara, Daniel, Gabriel ... I ALWAYS pull spirits up and then the guys I met through the GDR: Serena, Ilaria, Angela, Marty, Alex, Jun, Amber ... that even if you do not know how to make me smile more often. > W \u0026lt;\u0026lt;3

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Sometimes he forgot what he could look pretty - and at the same time while fighting demonic-Kyouya.
He had reservations when he took the lives of someone else, no compassion for the human soul, although it could be combined with some constraints.
* He did not stop, do not falter and he dodged the blows of the whip between Dino, between a bullet and another. Only shadows moving fluid like him, greedily devouring every angle that the light did not touch
Dino's heart was beating violently in his chest, was well acquainted with that feeling, a memory of the fighting on the roofs of the school year to observe and become someone who loved the boy more ; of life itself.
Kyouya did not resist when Dino caught him by the wrist with his whip toward you, around them at least thirty bloody corpses.
He smiled, a dark fire in his eyes even more intense than that burned in him during the massacre, Dino approached his lips to his, pressing them together.
Hibari Kyouya was, has been, and will always his Paradise and his Inferno.

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Those bodies unknown - Part 2

- No, do not stop-I smiled, I felt my heart beat faster, as every time I smiled, slid his hand on my leg, and went up to my face.

- I love everything about you, my dear. (Now he goes to shit to excite her even more? I want to see if the technique works) from the Black Forest and wild in your head to the hills and smooth flat belly, then get another black forest, but much more dense and intricate, that hides inside a crevice that can be traversed only by me . (And this should be highlighted because they all know about you, but I would like as an example to all the books on the subject of what not to say a while you get fucked. It makes me sick ... This was the crevasse, digging & hellip , it takes a mountain just to levarle underpants) I .... I think I finally fell in love, Ella. (At what precise moment of this story? After the slap in school, after the one at his house after the ride in the rain or now that you've finally pulled off the pants, or do now will tell you that you finally in love with Chad?) (But it will be a rule of ficcyne that she relaxes and has an orgasm only if you tell her that you love before you start?) love with you, my little angel my only light that shows me the right choice, (The light at the end of the tunnel) the only light that illuminates life. I love Ella, I'm sure now, because (We're going to fuck) finally know that you are the right- (So, at my discretion, even if my brain from preventing me from understanding the hominid motivation) I smiled, had been terribly sweet, (And so now I would not hear anything, as promised before) maybe some do not, (In fact he said to me a bunch of bullshit) but for me it . It meant a lot to me. (Oh well, you have the brain you runny ears) That night he gave me his, (Oh, thank you for the various descriptions saved, you are very good) for the first night , (It will have meant "time & rdquo ;?) accomplice under the roof of our love: (The shelter did not have much choice) there we had our first conversation during the lesson in botany, (and gravity) there we were given the first kiss, (But no) there had been our first time. The next morning I woke up in his arms, (always there in the shed? You got a bronchopneumonia?) chilly, (Oh well) were covered only by a plastic sheet, (As the corpses, beautiful) I turned in its socket and met her angelic face. He slept, looking like a greek god, (Oh peace. Poor Zac, he's cute, but a greek god ... The young people fall in love when you do not understand anything) but that was my God, my only. (And Save it as well) When he opened his eyes I seemed to feel dizzy, I passed a hand on her hip and stroked me.

- Day .. -

- Day .. - (Which is not a wish, but just an observation. "It's day, see? And we are still alive, lucky)

- Are you okay? - (I start to vomit ? No, tell me now that I organize. Because if you ask if you are good as it could have bronchitis ok, but if you ask if you are good for other reasons ...)

- Yes, very well- (I think you have a swollen cheek, and still an influence)

- I'm glad- (as if to say "Good for you")

- Thanks, Troy- (Oh my God, thank you for that? WHAT?)

- What? -

- Not to be entered into me, making me realize that it was better to wait- (Eeeeeeh? But sorry, you did not say that you have made it? There is another way of understanding this phrase that I do not know? final but we wanted the big surprise simply saying you screwed a mistake? Not worth mica)

- You're my angel. I love you to death- (You're welcome, sweetheart, I though I had promised you would not hear anything. Have you seen how was I?)

Sbarrai eyes, looking stunned, his head was resting angelically on her palm, while his greedy fingers wandered over my body, (The finger is more eager for him, I might add) before going to stroke my thigh from the inside.

-Anch 'I love you to death, Troy- (Ah, you have crossed eyes because he has heard "I love you"?)

Then suddenly I felt his hand closer and closer to my intimacy, (I told you that the finger he used . What then did you wait too much already, right? Last night, no, but now it's time) until they modeled it. (Eh? I think I get it, but as you are twisted) began to massage, (clockwise?) making me explode with pleasure, while his lips gently tickled my breasts, positioned himself over me, before inserting a finger into my womanhood. (That's the ultimate in comfort, I must say, the first position above) I Startled, feeling then that same finger to wander into it, (Wandering) caress from (Must have finger ET) and I grabbed at his back strong, he added another and began to press hard, almost hurting. (But it is preferable to penetration? Words he does not go into why you should expect, but everything else can come in? But sex is sex, no matter how you do it, not that you remain chaste and pure virgin instead of yours if you put another guy inside. But that stuff ... I do not understand these beliefs) I gave him a little tap 'stronger and I made a line of pain, forcing him to stop. (He is working as he does best, of course)

- Sorry, I did not want to hurt you ... -

- Do not worry, everything is affixed - (on purpose, DASSOLA, pregnant and unfounded. Innovations in vocabulary)

- Troy ... -

- What? -

- I want to do now- (Why six hours ago it was too soon, but not now. earthen there anyway to tell you that I am not understanding anything of the outline, I knew only that he has a finger in, but I do not know if they are still in the shed and if increased only at night or a couple of years)

- ... But ... She . -

- Just wait do not take it anymore, please ... I'm sure you want to do with you- (So far ... There is only him there on the mat of the lesson of gravity ...)

- Treasury You did it yesterday, but ... - (I had to pick up as the waters of the Red Sea)

- Now I'm more than sure- (Those six to seven hours of inner reflection) (But Now, I do not want to ruin the day ... but did not tell them the night before she had all the clothes wet? And sorry, we could not take advantage?)

- a minimum of pain, tell me and I stop, I promise? - (Yes, it works just as well, good)

- Promised ... -

Troy went back over me, trapped me with his hands placed on my shoulders and I hid it under his chest, I took a look at a puppy abandoned (Typical expression of a woman convinced that she wanted to have sex) by then a sweet voice .

- Troy ... -

- Tell me, my angel-

- Pray Fa ... plan .... -

- I swear, I will not make you feel anything- (and keep repeating it! But the author knows that the purpose is to hear a lot 'of things or do you really take it as a measure needed to be done but that the woman does not give great results? What bad experiences have relived writing this stuff?)

I smiled, it was awfully sweet, I loved him and love him still, my Troy Sweet. (Although today I see more and I started with another which does not say "I will try not to make you feel anything, "before having sex)

I spread apart the legs with one knee, then ran a warm hand for my whole body, (Hot ... Staying freezing, in the shed. What then I hope it is a holiday, because if you understood the lesson of gravity with the manure of Wednesday morning, you're screwed) until they came to my cheek. He kissed me as he had never done (Tongue) then felt my femininity (To remember where) to find the clitoris, (And I was joking ... Hard to find, the clitoris, often hidden) when he found him, ( Ten minutes later) I felt his penis press, until he heard the enter me, (the clitoris and what to look for?'ll know what the clitoris quest'autrice or shoot random words? That she thinks that penetration is carried out in clitoris? "I always say, find out if you write explicit sex scenes, because then you make a bad impression) provoking pain, (Oh well, if it enters the clitoris ...) tried to hide it, (The clitoris, which, as I said, often hidden) to avoid stop. I was ready, I wanted to, wanted to tackle the adventure with him, (FACE sa test difficult and not required) the only guy I've really loved. (You also sixteen, I would like to see) If it had been another, the night before would not stop, (But it was him and waited a few hours) would continue to hurt me, not caring. (Rather than waiting six hours the situation has changed significantly) But he did not, I had spoken, had convinced me to wait for the moment I had been really ready, and I thank him today for that. (Even today I have six children and I have never experienced an orgasm because her clitoris is still confused with the sternum)

As I said, I felt a bit 'of pain, which long turned into pleasure . (The "long time" is translated as "eight years" more or less) After joining, he left again, and then begin a steady pace, going back and forth, making me go towards orgasm, my first orgasm. (It's your first orgasm? At sixteen? Oh, holy peace ...) I began to feel my femininity something moving, (Description of an orgasm by zaccina. Ready?) Then something twitched, (Alien?) I was young and still did not understand everything, but now that they have established a gynecologist, (WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MEAN? Because you know everything gynecologist orgasm ? But the shit ... Why look into a vagina as far as I understand you can understand orgasms. Excuse me, but I feel that this story brings out the worst of me) (Then I'd already noted that when the protagonist speaks to us today means that it is recalling the past, so apart from the use of verbs that I cause sudden fainting, I want to know what a gynecologist thinks that we should try to penetrate the clitoris. I must ask this question at the next gynecologist to make sure I meet who is qualified, "Where is the clitoris, ma'am?") know for sure that what was moving was the clitoris (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! And I thought that the worst was over! Why, because going into details why? He moved ...) who withdrew in the foreskin, (What the fuck ... why ; the scientific description in these situations it is awful) contracted while what was nothing more than my uterus, which was suffering muscle cramps. (That said, it's worse than trying to explain what is beautiful in the music of Mozart) He kept his fingers and I sank into her skin, holding as I could behind him. I felt the orgasm coming (The orgasm came, not you) my privacy was subject to rhythmic contractions, bringing me to orgasm, making me scream with pleasure. (The shopping list is more exciting than this description) Luivenne shortly after me, then lay down beside me, looking sweaty and run a finger over his face.

- I'm sorry if you feel pain, I did my best- (Already it is outrageous that you had an orgasm, I'm sorry, I did not want you to feel anything)

- No, sorry, I was fine, thanks- (It seems they just had a coffee together)

- And for what? -

- making me see this thing in the best way- (Not really. You know nothing of where the parts of your body, describe orgasm as in an instruction manual, you do not even know where to put their things and you're probably also a gynecologist who ruin the lives of hundreds of other women ... Troy has created a monster)

- You know I'd do anything for you ... . - (Including seek the clitoris)

- I love you Troy-

- Me too ... . lot, it makes you very ill? - (but you can not! How much crap can fit into six pages? How many?)

- A little ', but ... promise me one thing-

- What? -

- Do not be a ghost with me, not stand- (But what is holy ... peace)

- What do you mean? -

- Do not disappear now that I've had it, do not make me regret having chosen you as the owner of my virginity, I beg you- (All holders of virginity ; someone raise their hands and put them in a row. You, the owner of the virginity of Belen Rodriguez, you, the owner of the virginity of Elena Santarelli ...) (But if one has someone's virginity, though not a virgin is still a virgin because virginity was the other? How philosopher ...)

- I will not do, now that you're my, you're not going anywhere. Will not let you get away from me so easily- (Actually, idiot, she was concerned not, you did not understand anything)

- How do I believe? I want a test- (Bello she becomes a pain in the ass two seconds after losing virginity)

He smiled at me, then take a boxcutter from his jeans, reached out to the shed and engraved on wood:

"Troy + Gabriella = FOREVER" (And this is the evidence? Come on, if you dare tell me "Yes, this means that the author with Troy and Gabriella will stay forever with you just to believe him and this bitch will be more peaceful." But then what do you expect from someone who does not know where the clitoris?)

- Just a promise? - (Oh well, look ... I wonder if that is the same with Berlusconi. We make an impact on the wall Palazzo Chigi "Silvio + Italian = perpetual honesty")

- Sure- (I am a poor idiot, want not enough?)

- So every time we read the written one, we will remember our first- (The law in the lesson on gravity with the anvils)

That was my first time with him. I continued to give the other sex, but only one man: Troy Bolton, (What does this mean? It grants to the other sex but not to all the other sex, only to Troy. He must think that the only faithful woman in the world, to make that clear) my man for many years now. (How lucky) Who would have thought that I, Gabriella Montez, I married a point guard, the most popular boy in school, I who was one of the most brilliant nerd. (ERI, to read this fic because you're a hopeless decerebration) Now we both have 26 years, got married, we live in Los Angeles and have a beautiful child, William Bolton, our little Will is only 3 years. I am a gynecologist well established, and he is the captain of the Lakers, (Oh Yes! What, you think? Mica the last of the shit, as it should be) I would say that when we can not complain, our life is going very well, I do not know where I'll be in 10 years, but I know with whom: with my blue-eyed angel, Troy Bolton. (Unless he does not leave you for the pivot of the Lakers)

Thank you, Troy. Thanks for being the first and last (What fic satisfactory. Who will read it will have a distorted view of sex so groped by suicide. I must admit that I thought would be so much work. Every time delivery with an idea and then I find myself in his hands masterpieces.)

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