

Y Chromosome: Chapter 10Dude, where's my Y chromosome?Y Chromosome: Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Late Night Sneaky Hollow
It was late when the Senkai reopened, late enough for most of the light to have faded and dark enough for the light of the tunnel to cast the street in quite artistic relief.
It was a picturesque scene deserving of being put to canvas, but like all paintings it had it's own version of the drunken critic that spoils it by vomiting on the canvas and passing out in the gallery.
In this case the 'drunken critic' was Kuchiki Rukia, the vomit was a badly off-key song, and the passing out was yet to come. Shooooow meee


Y Chromosome: Chapter 9Dude, wheres my Y Chromosome?Y Chromosome: Chapter 9
Chapter 9: Perversion of Science
The soft tinkling of a bell announced Ichiko and Rukias nervous entrance into the main building of the 12th Division, although neither of them stepped fully into the foyer. Ichiko looked around like a paranoid spy looking for an anvil that was waiting to drop on her, but nothing sprang. What are you doing? Get in already! snapped Rukia who slapped Ichiko on the back, making her stumble into the surprisingly pristine and professional entrance hall. Damn it, don't push! I was being cautious! The way you descr


A New Sibling: Chapter 3A New SiblingA New Sibling: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: What's Yours is Mine
Aizen-sama is not pleased. Tousen said as he looked at the Décimo Espada with dead eyes and furrowed his brow, realising he was being ignored. Uh-huh Kurosaki Ichigo muttered as he cleaned his nails with the tip of a Zanpakuto belonging to the mutilated yet still alive Arrancar he had deposited outside of his doorway. Your disrespectful attitude is worse even than Nnoitras or Grimmjows, you need to listen! the blind Traitor-Shinigami struggled to constrain his aggravation and placed his h


The Dangers of Obsession."The Dangers of Obsession" - an experimental story section.The Dangers of Obsession.
Dont you think youre becoming a little too obsessed with me, Detective Sermon? asked the grainy voice over the battered old speakers, Do you think that a little bit of me has rubbed off onto you? Youve been trying to get into my head for so long that maybe youre slowly becoming like me. What the hell are you talking about? he said loudly between pants so that the two way system could pick him up, he jogged to a halt at another identical cross roads in the maze of corridors and stared down each path in turn
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...om nom nom...
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It's not a cat but...........
A WOMEN ?!?!
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"Doesn't matter who they are, I'll fuckin' kill 'em all" ~Grimmjow
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"Sarcasm is my body's natural defense against stupidity."
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"Sarcasm (n.) : The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit, and the person who doesn't get it."
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"Doesn't matter who they are, I'll fuckin' kill 'em all" ~Grimmjow
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"Sarcasm is my body's natural defense against stupidity."
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"Sarcasm (n.) : The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit, and the person who doesn't get it."
Now why would I wanna kill you, hmm?
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"Doesn't matter who they are, I'll fuckin' kill 'em all" ~Grimmjow
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"Sarcasm is my body's natural defense against stupidity."
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"Sarcasm (n.) : The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit, and the person who doesn't get it."
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