#bluesavant

     What-- What was she doing here? In this school, in this school of murderers, much worse than the island of a crow's wet feathers, more cluttered than that Hanging High School, way more threatening than the four hours spent in that cage, it was dangerous, dangerous, dangerous--      Before I could think, my feet had begun to propel me towards the dorms. Room 118-- the first floor, meaning no stairs lay in her path. The first place she would go to was predictably that room. It was right beside my old room, mere steps from my door, but even that was too great a distance when I needed her, right by my side. I had to keep her safe, and that required being with her every single moment.      My feet couldn't carry me fast enough.      I rounded the corner into the exiting corridor, pushing myself off the opposite wall when my turn wasn't sharp enough, and continuing onward at an even faster pace. If she wasn't safe, what would I do then? Well-- Well, the trial would commence, and I'd slaughter everyone in that room for good measure. What of my sanity? There would be nothing left, for there is nothing without her.      I couldn't think about that possibility right now. I crashed into the heavy door separating the dorms from the school, and pushed with all my strength through the obstacle. Straight down the hallway-- destination in sight.      I grabbed onto the handle and swung the door open. "Tomo!!"      A moment of deafening silence that stretched on an eternity as my heart sank.      Not a strand of blue in sight.      My mind was racing. If not here, where--      My feet took off again, to where, I don't know.      Farther down the hallway--      I heard something.      The voice of a child.      Tomo Kunagisa.      I skid to slow down, and ran back to the room.      There, head popping up behind the back of the couch, was none other than the girl that had caused me so much trouble.      "Tomo!" I closed the door, ran through the room and jumped onto the cushion of the furniture, where I leaned against the front and set my hands against the top to see her up close. No visible cuts or bruises, no sweat, no breathing problems-- everything was fine. I was instantly calmed, and addressed her again.      "Tomo. What are you doing here? Wasn't Jun-san supposed to watch you?"

     -- I found her. Standing on the bottom step, completely frozen and unresponsive. My feet booked it towards her.      "Tomo!" I called out. She didn't even look back. The closer I got the sooner I could make out details, the sooner I could see she was shaking, trembling, and..      ... she was crying.      "Why," I stood next to her just before the stairs. "Why are you crying? What happened to you?" To make an innocent blue cry-- what a heartless, inhuman thing to do. It was a disgusting act. An absolute low. The lowest of the low. An act that make me shake along with her, not from fright but from anger. "Whoever did this-- tell me. Whoever made you cry, I'll kill them."

For real, though, there's just so much wonder to the universe that all it takes is a glance through a microscope or at the evening sky or the pipes that carry water into his home through a series of hydraulic valves and pressure controls or the grass outside with its equilibrium with insect life or the earth beneath their feet containing a combination of nutrients and stones that both arise from the death of living things and help to strengthen the life of other living things to get him back on his feet, most of the time.

     A fountain, or maybe a stream more like a sprinkler, of water flew from my mouth at the particularly baseless question.     Marriage? I didn't even know this girl's name, and she wanted my hand in marriage?     I pounded on my chest to clear the water from the throat, and wiped my lips with my sleeve.     "Wait a minute. Have your parents ever told you you go too fast? I haven't even met them. If we get married, they'd charge me for kidnapping." I placed down my water bottle on the table, and checked my back pocket. I had cut out a coupon from a cereal box recently, and forgot I had it until this morning. I took it with me to use it on one of my friends, but it just so happened to have a better use now.     I got down on one knee, and held out my left hand, which she placed her right in, palm facing up.     "Kunagisa Tomo, if that's really your name. I'd be so very honoured if you...."     From my pocket, a folded piece of cardboard was withdrawn, ink printed on the inside saying '2 for 1 Movie Ticket'. I placed it in her upturned hand as if revealing a magic trick's finale.     "Go on a date with me?"

Lets see. What else counts as unpopular? I answered Gintaka the other time but its really hard since I don't feel super strongly about any ship at all. I've seen some Gintoki + Sakamoto fanart in the Gintoki tag lately and they seem pretty cute, I'd imagine having a dork like Sakamoto can be pretty good for Gintoki when he gets down?

One of my friends from middle school.. We would often just write little stories sorts of things and then eventually I figured out it was roleplaying and that there was this big community of them and I was like.. eyyy and I’ve been addicted ever since.

Alpha & gamma here~