Setari-Mirasukai

Lucy slumped over the bar in the Fairy Tail guild hall with a forlorn sigh. Kinana, who was currently tending the bar for Mirajane, looked round with a sympathetic smile. "What's the matter, Lucy-chan?" She asked in a worried tone. "Natsu's being dense." Lucy stated petulantly, pouting up at Kinana. "How so?" Kinana asked, drying a mug and putting it in its place on the shelf below the counter. Someone hollered for a beer, and Kinana raised a hand to show them she'd heard as she grabbed a mug and filled it with alcohol. Lucy sighed heavily. "We've been together for nearly two and a half years now." She said, crossing her arms and propping

Queen Tsunade sighed. Her daughters were growing up, and it was about time the all found a husband. But there was always a problem. Oh yes, there was always a problem. Hinata, her youngest daughter at fifteen, was far to timid to attract male attention, let alone respond to it. Ino was the next youngest, as she was sixteen, but almost seventeen, and was far too flighty to settle for one man. Sakura, the middle child of eighteen was too wrapped up in her work as a healer to notice men, and when she did, they were always scared off by her monstrous temper. A thing her mother ruefully admitted Sakura had inherited from her. Tenten was the second

Trembling hands gripped the newspaper as black eyes scanned the front page. Disbelief, fear and anger warred over the masculine face and the young revolutionary gripped the newspaper far harder than he needed to. His roving eyes came to a stop as he reached the end of the article, and for a moment, everything was still save the slight shiver still running through his arms. Then, in a burst of movement, he rose to his feet, rolled the newspaper up and turned towards the door. Scooping up the black, goggle-adorned top hat off the table on his way out, the young man made a beeline for the Leader's office. Anger caused his eyes to glitter with a

{~{Monday the 16th of November, 2009}~} "Ride on the wind and ring the daybreak's bell" "It's fitting, isn't it, Naruto?" Sasuke asked in a completely monotone voice. "That we should meet here of all places." Naruto said nothing, just stared at Sasuke, who was stood on the cliff on the opposite side of the gorge. They were facing off, as they had nearly three years ago, above the Valley of End. It was fitting. Finally, Naruto grinned cockily at Sasuke. "I still have to pay you back for that hole you left in my chest!" He yelled, and something akin to a smirk flickered across Sasuke's face. Just for a moment, Sasuke looked happy. "I've bee

"I passed!" The delighted cheer that rang across the courtyard came from a young woman with startlingly white hair feathered around her ears, wearing an open black trench coat over a t-shirt and mini-skirt. She was hurrying over to a bespectacled man in a blue uniform. She pulled up short when she was in front of him and beamed up at him with childish satisfaction written all over her face. The military man smiled at her and ruffled her hair affectionately "Good for you!" He said cheerfully. "Do you know who your commanding officer is?" The woman frowned in thoughtful concentration. "Uh… Colonel Mustang… I think?" She offered, squ

The Fairy Tail guild hall was, as usual, a mass of chaos. Limbs and magic and furniture were flying everywhere as the guild members duelled it out. There was only one corner that remained untouched by the chaos, and that was where Phaya and Reedus were sat. Every single guild member knew better than to get Phaya involved in a fight. One frightened twitch out of her would bring the wrath of Setari, her older sister, down on whoever caused the tiny tremor of fear. So Phaya remained undisturbed by the fighting all around her as she focused on drawing, the pencil flying across the paper as she placed the image in her mind onto the paper. She did

Name: Zoe Francesca Dursley Age: 11 Date of Birth: 9th January 2006 Blood Status: Muggleborn Wand: Pinewood and Phoenix Feather, eleven and three quarter inches, reasonably springy. Patronus: Scimitar Oryx Boggart: Dementor Animagus: Japanese Crane Physical Appearance: Zoe is a somewhat lanky girl. She's quite tall for her age, and slender, but she doesn't posses enough grace to be called willowy. She inherited her chocolate brown hair from her mother, though hers is straight, rather than wavy like her mothers. She keeps it very long, a few inches past her waist, and there are usually a few plats, braids or small ponytails in her hair

Tension causes my muscles to tremble as the raw fury courses through me. Such a burning, bubbling, clawing feeling in my gut I can barely breathe. I'm running my fingers through my hair, wearing a rut in the floor with all my pacing, and digging my nails so deep into my own skin I draw blood, all because this anger has nowhere else to go. I want to curse, to rage and scream and wrap my fingers around that stupid neck. Oh, how satisfying it would be to simply curl those digits around that scrawny column of flesh and squeeze. The choking noises would be music to my ears. Perverse pleasure and savage glee fills me up at the thought of watching