Art, Poems, and Stories

She’s Korin Reid. I never finished it but I will be doing a new version soon, and hopefully will finish it. 

Oh wow, will you look at that. Another baka! 

As you can tell if you’ve played/watched someone play Life is Strange, you could tell I really idolized Chloe at this time. I mean, suspenders, dyed blue hair, and the bullet necklace? Yeah. 

Hey, look at this moron. Who is it? Oh, y’know, just me. 

I mean I like the Chitaru avatar I’ve got, I honestly do. Which is why I changed it back to Chitaru after like two hours of having this one. It’s trash, and I hate myself so I really don’t want to see myself as my own avatar.

Otoya killed because she wanted to, she enjoyed it. It was as simple as that, so why had she not killed Shiena yet? 

Honestly, she couldn’t answer that question yet. At first, she dismissed it as she wasn’t her type. But now, as Otoya loomed over the younger girl and watched her cry, she realized that wasn’t it. 

Shiena crying was stirring some kind of feelings in her. Guilt? Sadness? Pity? She didn’t know, all she knew was that she didn’t want to see Shiena cry. If Otoya didn’t even want to see her cry, then it was obvious she didn’t want Shiena dead. 

It almost brought pain to her, the thought of Shiena not being around anymore. Maybe that’s why Otoya puts her scissors away, and hugs Shiena instead. She had seen others do this, comfort, she remembers it’s called. She wants Shiena to stop crying, and sometimes when people would do this it would help. 

Now, she realized she never wanted the girl to die. Otoya started saying words of encouragement, and reassuring things that she wasn’t even listening to anymore. It doesn’t matter what she says, as long as Shiena stops crying. 

Kouko hated it, really. She hated her situation, she hated the group, she hated Class Black. She knew Haru didn’t deserve what was coming to her, but what was she supposed to do? She had never wanted to kill but she just couldn’t put up with it any longer, and she doesn’t want to be looked down on any longer. All the mocking faces of her peers, their words which stabbed into her like a knife. 

Irina had been the only one there which made all the pain bearable for her, as long as Irina was around everything would be okay. Even if she just kept failing, as long as her precious senpai was there everything would’ve been fine. 

But it wasn’t. Irina had trusted her, she had had faith in her to correctly plant a bomb in the car. It was only meant to go off on a signal, but she had failed. 

Over, and over. Failures appearing left and right. Her classmates were right, weren’t they? She was a good-for-nothing assassin and she would always fail. 

She had really hoped to finally be able to escape, to not have to deal with killing anymore. But once more, failure. She couldn’t kill Ichinose, Azuma had stopped her. 

Why? It was really unfair, wasn’t it? What did she do to deserve being put in that god-damned organisation? Why would Azuma defect to Ichinose’s side? Wasn’t she supposed to be the prodigy, why would she stop her? The Azuma’s of the east, and the Kuzunoha’s of the west. Every assassin knew of the clans, but no. Everyone just had to make her life much more difficult. 

“Irina-senpai, please put your faith in me once more…” Kouko murmured, bowing her head and clutching tightly to the cross necklace Irina had delivered to her when she died. “I will escape, I won’t fail anymore.” 

One last chance, if they catch her trying to escape, she’s going to die. But this time, for sure, she will triumph. 

Sometimes I’ll take a scene from a manga I like and colour it. This is what I did with Chitaru here, and it’s the first one I’ve ever coloured. 

Haruki Sagae

Chloe Price. 

When I'm growing jaded I just don't know how to say it. 

We need to split. 

I stare at you, without a doubt. 

Not even you with that quiet pout, 

Forgiving, I won't do.

Our relationship should be through. 

Your heart's a lost route,

My heart has to be a mute. 

I can't see this continuing. 

I don't want to say this but, 

Your words are each like a cut,

Just as sharp as the scars that litter my skin

Even with your scissors gliding across me, you never lose your grin. 

The thrills and chills have disappeared, 

Just like you after the night time. 

You had never leered, 

But the heights you scared me to was quite a climb. 

Your predator-like blue eyes cold and gleaming. 

Your dangerous aura screaming. 

I can't help but deem this, 

That, I wouldn't miss. 

Your scissors digging into my skin, 

The pain doesn't win. 

Carving your initials into me, 

I can't help but see 

That you're no good for me. 

You'll be gone in the morning, 

But without any warning. 

Even if you made a plea,

No, I don't want the key! 

Your heart can stay locked away. 

By the day, 

I'm left cold and aching, 

You’re always flaking. 

But you won't be forsaken. 

It’s like a break in. 

Night, again, you're by my side. 

And yet I'm smiling wide. 

You say "I love you" 

I cannot say 'We’re through'

I can’t question why, 

Mahiru Banba, Haruki Sagae, Shiena Kenmochi, and Otoya Takechi.