Re:Fallen Angels, Chapter 2 by mooglegirl3, literature
Literature
Re:Fallen Angels, Chapter 2
Week 0, Day 7
"The court will now come to order," the hedgehog scribe said shakily, his black quills standing on end. "All rise for Grand Judge Ryushi. All rise for the Kindachi." Judging from his tone, he was clearly far more nervous than I was. The Kindachi had an unusually impatient air about them, as though they had far better things to do than pass judgment. "Defendant Chakran, do you understand the crimes against you?"
I looked around and surveyed the situation. Should things turn dire, there was always the possibility that I could fight my way through, but my spirits remained low. Ryushi was a fox Nari, with deep gray fur, green stri
Re:Fallen Angels, Chapter 1 by mooglegirl3, literature
Literature
Re:Fallen Angels, Chapter 1
Note: All of Re:FA contains massive spoilers for TWEWY. Read at your own risk.
Week 1, Day 1
"Mira! Someone got away with a whole 'nother set of Mowzy plushes! You're supposed to be watchin' for thieves!"
"Yes, Mr. Ogaku, sorry sir..."
"You're hangin' by a thread, missy."
"I know, sir. I'll try harder in the future."
"Oh, like I haven't heard that one before. Y'know what, I've had enough. Getchur stuff, you're outta here."
My face paled. I stared at my boss's cold eyes with a pleading look. "P-Please, Mr. Ogaku, I need this job..."
"Ya sure don't show it," he snapped, growing even more frustrated.
"Please, one more chance!" I begged
Endgame spoilers for TWEWY. Shounen-ai alert. Don't like, don't read.
Neku groaned under the strain of the countless shopping bags he was carrying. Even with Shiki's return to her normal self, and even after she stopped imitating Eri, her love of shopping remained, and Neku had to suffer for it.
"Ugh, this is ridiculous," he grumbled.
"Come on, cheer up," Shiki encouraged him. "Here, you want me to carry some?"
It's about time, Neku thought as he handed her five or six bags containing purses, shoes, and other bulky items she would undoubtedly be adding to the outfits that her and Eri created together. "Thanks," Neku said, forcing a smile
Never Too Late: Epilogue by mooglegirl3, literature
Literature
Never Too Late: Epilogue
"Come on! We're almost out of time!"
"I'm coming! Hold on!"
We ran down the street, goal in sight. I kept nervously checking my palm, growing more and more fearful as each of our precious seconds ticked away before my eyes. All we had to do was get to Udagawa, but that pink-haired Reaper had slowed us down so much, all hope seemed lost.
I came to a screeching halt when I saw the hooded guy standing in front of the backstreets' entrance. "Ack, not another wall Reaper!" my partner groaned.
The hoodie-wearing man looked up at us, seeming annoyed for some reason. I thought I heard him growl exasperatedly as we walked up.
"You guys are so zet
I hate Joshua.
He has to be the single most arrogant prick I've ever met.
I can't believe he just walked up to me, said "Oh, Neku! I need you to play one last Game for me, OK?" and just shot me. Right there. In the middle of the cafe. Why didn't Mr. H do something? He must be in on it.
I want this to be clear: I hate Joshua.
At least I was already very familiar with the Reapers' Game. First order of business: find a partner.
The scramble looked surprisingly empty, and I was starting to flash back to waking up on week three when my phone beeped. Another surprise came when I saw two separate texts--one from Josh, and the mission. I opened
Note from the author: This is prolly the crackiest thing I've ever writt--well, uploaded. No slash, but very random. Enjoy~!
Neku Sakuraba was a bit of a light sleeper, so when there was a knock on the front door at around one in the morning, he jolted awake. His mother, Taniko Sakuraba, was still awake, so she walked over to the downstairs entrance and looked through the peephole, as she always did. Neku didn't need to see her to know that.
He heard a loud gasp, and the door was yanked open. Out of curiosity, Neku opened his bedroom door and stood in the doorway, not daring to go any further lest he be seen. The downside to this was that h
...Yeah, I'm not really that active aside from faving stuff. And I can't be bothered to keep this thing updated. -.- I do so love me some good fanfiction, though. Check out my profile on FFnet for stuff that doesn't suck. XP
Favourite Gaming Platform
DS
Tools of the Trade
MS Paint, GIMP, WordPad, a sketchbook, and a pencil
At last, I went a whole week without burning through my budget via fast food. That means I can order something just for me! :D *immediately places order for Dave's broken record shirt*
In my dreams, I am the coolkid.
It's me.
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
...Oh my god
Doc Scratch, you are, without a doubt, the best troll in the history of trolling.
We are all indeed s u c k e r s of the highest order. o_o;
Also, Andrew Hussie is a genius. A GENIUS. I never saw that coming. NEVER.
And the honks...
SWEET MERCIFUL JEGUS, THE HONKS. O_O
Hey there, hopefully you still remember me (wow, I must be a broken record, cause this sounds just like my last message). Just realized that I haven't talked to you in ages, mostly my fault because I lost my old Skype account somehow and my memory's way too lousy to remember a simply username. Anyways, was just wondering if you wanted to talk again sometime, and if so my new Skype name is theoriginaldabeer, so feel free to hit me up.
Why did I come here? Oh well. I guess a hi to any of the remaining bystanders or whom claims this aggregation of art as thiers. Show me your incomplete dictionary of words to convey anything short of dicourse. (I'm being melodramatic again.)