Viva la Ghost Agent!

🌠 After much debating, I made a personal blog, finally. I’ve been on and off Tumblr but I think I’m officially here to stay. With that being said, I’m giving away a New Nintendo 3DS console, brand new, it will be purchased from Gamestop. This is a Christmas (kind of) giveaway!

Prizes include: One new console and one new game.

Notes: If the winner took a picture of the console and game they got, I’d be really happy!

How to enter / Rules:

You don’t have to be following me. If you like video games, go ahead then.

Only reblogs count, you may like for bookmarks. Feel free to reblog as many times as you want.

I don’t care what kind of blog you run, feel free to enter.

You have to give me your name and address, also this is open internationally, I could always buy from your country!

A random generator will be used.

You will have 72 hours to reply after you get announced as winner!

Author : https://m.facebook.com/nizaki.mikao?ref=bookmarks

Fandom : Aichuu / I-chu

Genre : Angst, Romance

Notes : This fanfiction is not mine, but my friend’s. I just share it with her permission. We ship IsseiMutsuki together~ ♡ Here is the source : https://m.facebook.com/notes/nizakuro-kaoki/i-love-you-im-sorry/1666671826906655

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Issei continued to punch the people who were bullying Mutsuki.

How dare they mock him and tease him that way? No respect! He continued this with other delinquents who seek trouble with Mutsuki, beating the living daylights out of them.

It was blood-boiling. The way they treated his Mutsuki.. the way their disgusting hands touched him. He hated them. He despised them all because they were the one who hurt Mutsuki.

He continued his violent actions, repeatedly showing his rage to those who dared to have hurt Mutsuki. He was going to make them pay.

Finally, after a lot of beating, one of the delinquents retorted while chuckling, “Hey, Issei. Why are you defending your princess Mutsuki ? He has already died long ago! And his death was so foolish, that no one would ever miss him. So why are you still defending a dead person?”

Another punch was sent his way by Issei, tears rolling down from his angry eyes to his cheeks. He was tired from crying, because he is yet again forced to realize that Mutsuki is gone. He doesn’t want to believe that. Mutsuki was alive. He needed Mutsuki.

“Issei-kun.. please stop!” Cried Mutsuki from a distance.

YOOOOOOOOO

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