I'll Find You Again: Chapter 6
"I'll Find You Again"
Chapter 6: "Stability"
Miharu leaned against the building wall, looking at the dark haired as he went to his pants pocket. It was only a few seconds before the plastic card was held out to him.
"...thanks..." the brunette said, slipping the card into his own pants pocket.
"Um... I just... I know it's weird but... you seem familiar. Like we have met before... before Tsukasa invited you over - this whole town actually does..."
"Do you really think so?" Miharu looked up at the taller; Sora was surprised to find a spark of hope in the green eyes.
"You don't? ... You have nothing to do with... I mean... I can't remember the past few years, I've tried, I want to but..."
"Not to sound mean, but there are some fuzzy parts for me as well... I'm sorry Yoite." The green eyes looked down. How could he possibly explain so much to him?
"What did you say?"
Miharu looked up, meeting a very surprised pair of blue eyes, and a confused expression on Sora's face.
Silhouette -- Ch. 5
"So, I'm going to be stuck with you?" Fran asked, sighing as he looked at the folder between them, then up to the blond.
"Sadly. And you better do well; I'm tired of grunt work. At least Mammon was never so pathetic."
'Why don't you just stab me?' He thought, frowning. "I don't have any say above Xanxus', you know."
"So prove you're better." Belphegor growled in annoyance, standing up. "I can't wait for your first mission alone; it'll give the Prince some peace!"
"I don't see the need for putting on a show when you're just going to kill them anyway. Have you ever had a hostage?"
"Of course I have! They just never last long, Ushishishi. The same fate awaits you, toad."
"You're going to die young, Sempai."
"What was that!"
Fran didn't even wince at the new piercing; it hardly went through the Varia uniform, let alone skin.
"I think I'm going to get some rest before we continue. That plane trip was tiring." The mint haired boy st
Insane Asylum: Ch.11
Chapter 11: Day 154
Ciel Phantomhive sat comfortably on the chair at one end of the round table outside of the M.I., a small lunch plate set in front of him. The platter was decorated with some sort of spiced pig, but he was unable to eat; at the rate his heart was pacing, he feared a heart attack if he dared to try. Instead, he watched Maylene take it away.
The same clothes Ciel had arrived in were on, royal blue and elegant looking, the child of a very wealthy man in England. The rips, tatters, and stains were all removed, making this mere thirteen year old look like the powerful Earl indeed, half of him still felt like he held the title.
Sebastian was sitting close by, far enough to appear as if he weren't prying, though close enough to hear everything. The air around them crackled like the still air of a thunder storm.
Another doctor was nearby, Ciel could only assume it was Claude then again William was around here so