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Rain thundered down outside the café, rattling the windows as it hit them. The sky was gloomy and grey, perfectly matching the atmosphere inside the building. The lights were dim, the walls and furniture a deep, oak brown, giving the entire café a miserable aura, which reflected in the emptiness of it. There were only 3 people in the café; a young barista, cleaning tea cups, and hoping for at least a little more business in this dreadful weather; a lone student who sat at the back, brightly coloured headphones covering his ears, studying, while bobbing his head to the sound of Iron Maiden, the faint buzz of which could be heard

Sitting in his German class, Feliciano winced slightly as something hit the back of his head. Turning around, he noticed a scrunched up piece of paper on the floor just behind his chair. Picking up the paper, he turned back around in his seat, unfurled it, and began to read; Hey Vargas, Stop talking so loud when we have to recite the German numbers. It's a complete embarrassment to think that the person, who can be clearly heard above the rest because of his voice-that-refuses-to-break, is a boy. Just because you're a poof, doesn't mean you should drag the rest of the men in the room down with you. Feliciano sniffled slightly as he heard

I chewed on one of the wurstI had made for Italy as I walked back to my room, he could survive with one less. He thinks they're horrible anyway, so it won't be that much of a loss. I really do hate how he always criticizes my food, it's better than England's and I don't make things like Russia. I would consider myself a decent cook! I was going to make him pasta, but the mental image of tomato sauce all over my bed was too hard to shake. I ended up with wurst, it was stocked, simple and I could make it with my eyes closed. I shoved the rest of the wurst I had been eating into my mouth, pausing for a moment by my door. Once I heard Italy's

The Rock Star-His Secret Chapter 10 -Final- XXX It was a cold and rainy day. Paparazzi were surrounding the cemetery because it was Sebastian's funeral today. The members of the band made sure Sebastian had a decent funeral just far from the reporter's eyes. Sebastian's closest people and musician colleagues were present. The priest was currently reciting some prayers. There was a dull silence, their eyes were focused on Sebastian's black coffin. The coffin was covered with white roses and raindrops since it had been raining a lot. Tanaka was holding a black umbrella for Ciel. Ciel had been devastated these days, He wouldn't w

Chapter 13: Desperate Sebastian held tightly onto Ciel’s small form as he sprinted into the emergency room. “I need a doctor!” Sebastian screamed as he nearly tripped and fell. A small group of nurses turned in his direction, and they suddenly dropped their clipboards and rushed over to him, “What is the problem?!” “He was coughing up blood! He has asthma, he’s allergic to cats, and he-he-he-” Sebastian was trying to mutter out everything, but the nurses had already taken Ciel out of his arms and were rushing to get him to a gurney. Sebastian fell to his knees and looked at his hands as his

Part 3 (Final): Future Ciel gave Sebastian a quick peck on the cheek before he ran off to his office to get ready. Sebastian scanned the club for anything out of place, but then walked in Ciel's path to the backstage section. He looked around for a place to stand so that he could see everything and yet remain out of sight. He finally settled on a place in the loft. The day show started in less than half an hour, and that was more than enough time for Sebastian to set up a trap for his enemy. Sebastian waited the long 30 minutes and the show was finally beginning. Alois walked out dressed in a tight corset with feathers around the bottom

Chapter 2: White Noise Dearest Diary,          How wonderful can love be? I read in novels all the time that it’s cheerful, warm, and everlasting; that it can make an eternal scar on even the toughest skin. I can’t remember the soft caress of my mother or the tender pats from my father, but Sebastian’s touch still lingers on my lips. His hot touch I still feel on my skin, his strong arms around my waist, his soft breath on my ear...his voice ringing in my ears. I get flighty when I think of him and my stomach knots when I think of what I have done to him in return for his kindness. What will I do without him?          He

Avery gives me an amused look. "You should feel at peace in a place like this.  It IS a holy sanctuary where you can pray away your worries.  You act as if the sins of your past will be coming to haunt you." God, she can be annoying.  Her insubordination is really getting on my nerves.  She is becoming a little too comfortable with me. I was worried that maybe something "holy" like this church could have put limitations on the demoness but, sadly, it looks like I was worried for nothing. This place probably isn't a real house of worship- with it sitting far out of the way from civilization. "Enough, don't talk about useless things. The

Here is chapter 12. Thanks so much to all of you who have taken your time to review this story. It means a lot! Also, a lot of you were interested in a chapter about Sebby's past with the human girl. To be honest, I couldn't think of anything to write. I was really looking forward to writing it which was why I asked you guys in the first place but sitting there staring at a blank word document at 9pm, I just couldn't think of anything. And that's really annoying! So I've continued on from where chapter 11 left off but don't worry, I will write a chapter on Sebby's past but when I can actually think of what to write. I started this story at

Chapter 1: Static Dearest Diary,          It was burning, searing, absolutely the most painful thing I have ever said to someone else, and it hurt even more because I loved him more than anything in the world, no, not loved, I still love him more than anyone or anything else. After my harsh words rolled off my tongue I instantly regretted them, and just like that he turned and walked out of my life without a second glance over his broad shoulder.          I dropped Alois's hand and waited for Sebastian to walk out of the mansion with the servants in tow before I walked over to the window to watch him leave. I don't know why I felt so hor