misguided-misanthropy:

When your Heart fell from a Rainbow, I Fought to Catch it.

As Delicate as a Butterfly, I would Care for it, and Ensure it’s Safety.

I remained Stable for your sake, my Angel.

I’ll love you Beyond the boundaries of Time

…And even in Death.

And to end this corny poem,

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I am Forever Alone

But I Still Love you All.

(Source: rainbow-reconnection)

datsexybowlcut:

[Souji’s eyes narrowed as he walked through his unfamiliar surroundings. He was almost surprised to hear someone’s voice behind him, and was even more surprised to be face-to-face with a man wielding a bat. Instinctively, he took his battle stance and held up his arms slightly; his muscles tensed and prepared to spring forward in attack. He kept his stormy gaze trained on the man as the crates tumbled to the ground and prepared for the bat to swing closer to him next. However, he didn’t move. Indeed he was met with the cool metal on his nose, but that was it. He knew that this person wasn’t going to hurt him- or at least try to- yet. His eyes trained on the other still, calculating and silent.]

My name’s Minato.

[Souji didn’t trust this person, he didn’t trust him in the slightest bit. So, he gave the man the first name that popped into his head.]

Thought I don’t think that manners would really matter now, seeing as how you greeted me with a bat to the face. Unless I missed some sort of important memo, I don’t think that’s what you’d call ‘proper etiquette’.

[His words came out coldly, evenly and barely held any real emotion in them.]

“Touche. At least I had the decency to tell you my real name.” He lifted his weight off the bat, now resting it on his shoulder. He walked around the teen in circles, examining him from head to toe, golden eye trained on him.

“I haven’t seen your face around here. I gotta tell you, kid. It takes guts to come here. That,” He slammed down the top of his bat down again, this time with signifigantly much more force. With the sound of it, it should’ve made a crack on the concrete, but it didn’t. He had the look of scorn on his face, “Or you’re just another one of those egotistical asses,” He spat. He continued pacing around the other, bat dragging against the ground.

“Nobody ever comes here anymore. Save for the thugs the old man bastard for a leader sends here. They just want to wipe my ass on the concrete. Maybe even shoot a bullet through my chest if they had the audacity to! Who the hell knows? All they have to do is have my head on a silver platter, and present it to the old fart.” He leaned forward, now without the support of the bat. Their faces had very little distance between them, invading the teen’s personal space. His lone eye narrowed.

“So what about you? What are you here for, kid? Nobody comes here without reason. I’m here, after all. There is no one in this town that doesn’t know my existence.”

(Source: illicit-rebel)

He swinged his bat around, and seeing a new presence in the shed, stopped doing so, “Never thought I’d see another oh so friendly face in a long time. It just warms my heart,” He then turned to face him, walking closer to the new face, his lone golden eye examining every detail. Gray hair was the first. Jason could obviously tell the new guy was a teenager. A teen with gray hair. That’s a first.

“So, who was the asshole that sent you here? Or did you just come in here alone?” In a swift movement, he swings his bat over to a conveniently stack of crates beside him, causing it to come crashing down in dust and whispy snow. His expression was drawn into a sneer.

“Bad fucking choice.”

He swinged the bat again and stopped dead in front of the teen’s face, barely touching his nose. In a drop of a hat, his sneer turned back into a twisted a malicious smile. And at that, he laughed, bringing down the bat back to his side.

“Where are my manners?” He slammed down the top of the bat down on the concrete ground rather forcefully, “The name’s Jason,” He then leaned on the bat, now down to the teen’s height. “Haven’t seen you or your gray hair anywhere. Got a name, kid?”

Snow fell gently as dull light broke into the holes of the debilitated roof. The steel grey of the shed had dots of orange rust, covered over by frost. Several crates were stacked high around the sides and corners of the shed, covered in snow. The whole atmosphere gave an eerie, monochrome feeling, if there was such thing.

A lone man stood there, and then turned around, seeing a new figure. He grinned, his lone golden eye stared at the other, full of violent malice. “Welcome to my parlor,” His grin grew wide, baring his sharp, canine teeth. “Said the the spider to the fly.”

He started walking around, in a slow pace, swinging his metal bat in a full circle. His voice was coarse, worn from constantly talking, “I gotta hand it to you kid, no one comes out here in the sheds that often. The only people that come here are the folks that just want to wipe my ass against the floor or maybe shoot a bullet through my chest. No small talk or any shit like that. It just wounds my poor, poor heart,” He feigned hurt, both in expression and tone. “Can’t even give a single fucking hello! Such is the cruel, cold hearted world.” He shook his head, then faced the silver-haired teen.

“So,” He planted his bat top down on the concrete ground dusted with loose snow, with a rather forceful thunk. He leaned on it for support, now down to the teen’s height. He examined the teen from head to toe, before concluding, “Haven’t seen you before,” He’s not one for remembering faces, but a teenager with gray hair is not something he would miss. He gave a grin, not as threatening, but still threatening nonetheless. “Got a name, kid?”

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“Congradu-fucking-lations, you have discovered that I am male! Do you want a fucking medal?”