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[Inazuma Eleven] Side by Side (oneshot)

Title: Side by Side
Fandom: Inazuma Eleven
Pairing: Kidou / Sakuma
Rating: PG
Warning: MASSIVE SPOILER ep 106 , angst Word Count
: 2471 @ contaparole fiumidiparole


With a weight on his chest, Sakuma ran out of the refectory, and had risen to the second floor by climbing the stairs two at a time. Arriving at the door of his room, however, almost did not feel to enter. It was a horrible person, courage with which could have groped to console? He knew that
Kidou Kageyama estimated with all his heart, despite having had a lifetime before the eyes of its questionable methods, although it was seen even line up against his own friends because of him, despite all the bile he had to swallow; Kageyama was for him as a father: he was the man who raised him and made him what he was.
Sakuma he knew it. After all, he could also understand why Kidou admired him so much, he was a student of Teikoku, and Kageyama was also his coach. But he loved Kidou Sakuma, and see it talk to their ex-coach in that tone that betrayed all his adoration for him, and his relief, had hurt him horribly. Besides, he felt even worse when Kidou, as if to give him one last chance, he had marched his beloved goggles Kageyama, spontaneously, without hesitation, in public. This Sakuma when instead, in the privacy of his room and away from prying eyes to see him in the face without those stupid it to cover his eyes, he had to ask explicitly and insistently, until well-satisfied for the exasperation Kidou .
He hated to see him with that shot down as it looked Kageyama was taken away, and he hated even more when he bowed, honored for something that is not deserved. For a moment, rather than to console had a uncontrollable desire to kick him in the ass, even though he knew that there was Kidou really bad at the thought of that man in prison. He could not help but wonder if he thought about how he was forced to watch him practically declared himself to another man.
He had kept his nose all the time, treating him coldly, providing that when he would have noticed that he was upset with him would do anything to see what was wrong and make peace. Unfortunately Sakuma had not taken into account Kidou that might have been too focused on the thought of her adored Kageyama who was brought in jail to minimize account. Kageyama he would miss up to the point of no longer interested in him? Sakuma was beside himself with jealousy and anger.
Then during the evening news, the news.
"Today, Mr. K, coach of Orpheus, the Italian national team, died in a car accident."
Kidou was the first to stand up suddenly, shocked, followed by everyone else. Sakuma had also risen, with a weight in the chest, was also her coach, and when death was going through was normal so close feel a shiver of anxiety. Then suddenly felt lighter, as if someone had lifted a weight from his chest. When he realized that that feeling was relief, he felt disgusted with himself. Kageyama was a horrible person who had hurt a lot of people, including himself, Kidou including, but overall did not deserve to die. How could she be happy for his death? What kind of person was he?
Although no one had really really hungry after the news at dinner time Sakuma was still going to eat with everyone else. All but Kidou. She realized only when everyone had already sat at the table. He must have removed by the group on their way to the refectory. Sakuma will be eager to shake the stomach. Leaving his tray untouched and ignoring the calls of Fuyuki, had run away and had risen rapidly upstairs. Before the door of
Kidou but could not bring herself to enter.
was an egoist. That's why there had risen up to. He wanted to find a way to make you feel better Kidou, so he could give oneself a good conscience. It was a really insensitive of the worst kind.
His thoughts were interrupted by a muffled sound.
- Kidou ... - muttered by placing the lips on the door. He was crying? She had never seen you cry. She had seen him scream, to punch the lockers of the locker room, angry with the world and whoever he happened to shoot, but never cry. Perhaps it also from the fact that he had seen a face completely uncovered something like three times in his life.
Again the plaintive sound, a little 'less stifled. She felt the knot in my stomach tighten further. How Kidou would take if it were entered at that time? Sakuma knew that people react differently in certain situations, and only because he would have liked to have someone to hug and comfort in a time like this did not mean that Kidou wanted the same. Maybe he wanted to be left alone. Maybe he had never seen you cry because when he needed to vent that way did so not to be seen.
"What should I do?" Thought Sakuma, clutching the door handle.
For the third time, the stifled sob of a ton of anxiety Kidou sent straight to the pit of my stomach Sakuma sucking all the air. "Enough. By now. " Kidou If he had not wanted, it would have thrown out and would die there.
- Kidou? - Called him up with the door closed - I come in?
No response. Maybe had not even heard.
- Look within. I'm coming - slowly turned the handle and pushed the door, which opened with a slight squeak.
Although it was already dark, the light was off, and when she opened the door, the hallway light had illuminated a narrow portion of the floor, dimly illuminating the room. The first impression was, was that the room was empty.
- Kidou? - Called, looking around and further opening the door to let in more light.
He saw a movement in the corner, halfway between the bed and the desk. He swallowed and went.
Kidou, as he had imagined, was sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest and your back against the wall, tucked into the space between your bed and desk. He had taken off his glasses, which lay abandoned a few inches from him, and his eyes were shiny. When Sakuma came up beside him, Kidou looked at him with a guilty look in his eyes, as if he were caught doing something inappropriate.
- Sakuma - croaked at mo 'greeting. Judging by his voice, he must have cried a lot.
Sakuma was unsure what to do. He had not thought of what to say. He gave it for granted that he would Kidou kicked out when he entered the room that now almost repented of having entered.
He just sit on the floor, crouching like him.
They stood side by side with their backs against the wall for several minutes without speaking. The only sound you could hear was the wind that shook the trees of the garden, but also that perhaps it was imaginary, they were desperate Sakuma ears to hear something that breaks the silence is deafening. Time is dilated without solution, Kidou staring into space in front of him and threw Sakuma occasionally look at the profile of the boy sitting next to him, more and more clear as its eyes became accustomed to the darkness. Kidou
Then he moved on, passing a hand over his eyes and sighing heavily. - Excuse me - whispered with a hoarse voice - are ridiculous.
- not true. - Sakuma quickly answered in a whisper, not daring to raise his voice.
- Is not it?! - Repeated Kidou annoyed, looking annoyed, almost angry. - But look! I am here, in a corner feeling sorry for himself as a young girl. Indeed, even Haruna had cried so when our parents are dead. - He rubbed his eyes again.
Sakuma was silent, thinking. She did not know what to say, especially after such a thing did not feel like talking. Kidou was always very reserved, and rarely spoke of the period of the orphanage. The fact that it was opening with him relieved and scared at the same time. However, he felt dovergli respond in some way, even if she had not really asked for something.
- you need to do so - first, a bit 'uncertain. - I admired him very much. It 's normal to mourn the death of someone so important. E 'was he who taught you to play football, no? There is nothing wrong with the cry-
- You do not understand! - Kidou blurted out loud, banging a punch to the ground, taking into glasses that they were next to him and splashed somewhere on the floor, and jump by Sakuma. - You do not understand, why do not you know me at all, you do not know anything about me! You have no idea what is wrong. You do not have ... - His voice broke and stopped panting. He covered the occh again. - Go away.
Sakuma had seen him angry many times, but never to her face uncovered. He felt as if he had been murdered, and eye color Kidou fixed on him as he saw reflected his blood on a knife. With a lump in my throat, muttered an excuse confused, rose and fell outside the room, tripping over his own feet. He ran up the stairs, and sat on the top step, his heart pounding in my chest for more than reaction Kidou that for the race.
- Sakuma-kun? - Called him a slightly surprised voice.
Sakuma looked up and saw Haruna watching him from the middle ramp, slightly worried expression. He placed a lock of hair behind her ear and tried to put together a convincing smile - Ah hello Haruna. You have already finished eating?
The girl nodded, and became suddenly dark. - Not that I ate a lot. After learning of Kageyama-san ... I was actually going to see how she Oniichan. It must be hard for him.
Sakuma nodded without saying anything. The girl sat down beside her - How are you, Sakuma-kun? It was also your coach after all.
Sakuma clenched teeth. - It '... difficult - he said, saying half a lie - but I'm fine. Enough.
- I understand - Haruna said, sympathetically. - Have you talked to my brother or something?
Sakuma told her briefly. Haruna listened carefully, and thought for a minute in silence.
- Oniichan guess that feels a bit 'as if our parents were dead again - Haruna muttered at one point - I mean ... You know that our parents died in a plane crash, no? I imagine that at the time he felt compelled to be strong for me, but Kageyama-san only affects him, so ... I think it feels a bit 'misunderstood. I'm sorry that you have treated badly, Sakuma-kun, has nothing to do. You must not take it though, I'm sure Kidou not angry with you. Indeed, probably when you have recovered a bit 'will be glad you went to see what happened. - Gave him a small smile, and Sakuma could not help but reciprocate.
- Maybe better to fall, is not the case going to bother. - The girl said, getting up and dusting off a pleated skirt. - Come, Sakuma-kun?
- No, I'm still a bit 'here. Maybe even go to bed, who knows. I am a bit 'tired - Sakuma refused with a smile. Haruna smiled again and went back downstairs.
Sakuma was seriously thinking of getting up and going to his room, when suddenly Kidou sat down beside him. Not expected, partly because he had not heard coming.
- You made me be a hit - Sakuma rebuked him, as if a few minutes before had not yelled against. - At least next time you announce your presence in some way-I know-a greeting, a cough, a-
- I'm sorry. - Kidou interrupted.
Sakuma looked at him. He had not put the goggles, and his eyes were red more intense than ever. A color absurd, disturbing but very nice. It was really weird seeing him with his face uncovered. He was noticeably calmer and more relaxed than before, and fiddles with a hole nell'orlo pants of his suit. After a moment of silence, he looked up and went - I was really shit. We have treated badly. Excuse me. I mean ... - Still averted gaze, seemed almost embarrassed - it is true that you do not know anything about me, but because I'm an idiot and-OW.
Sakuma had slapped pulse.
Kidou stared at him amazed and felt Sakuma blaze. What the fuck he was thinking?
- I ... I ... sorry! I do not know what .. - Stammered, feeling his ears burning. Fantastic. Now would Kidou shouted him back and told him that he did not want anything to do with him. He wanted to look away, but could not tear his eyes from his face confused and amazed Kidou.
Kidou stood a full minute. Then he smiled, and began to giggle. Sakuma stared at him in surprise.
- how do you play football with the reactions so slow, Sakuma? - Kidou laughed, with tears in his eyes.
Sakuma beginning did not understand what he was talking about. Then it occurred to him that indeed, if that slap was the response to the behavior of Kidou, it was really too late.
- not ... it was not for that! - Sakuma tried to justify themselves - was why ... I do not want your name fool you just because you have feelings. - ... Was not what he meant. That is, yes, but for some reason in his head sounded a lot less embarrassing.
- you are amazing - Kidou smiled, recovered from access of laughter. - I'd be beside myself if anyone had treated me that way. Besides, you were trying to help me and I ...
- were shocked - interrupted Sakuma, redness that continues unabated - and then you apologized. I have no reason to be angry.

Kidou smiled. They sat side by side a few more minutes, then got up Kidou.
- in two days we have a match, and tomorrow we must train. It is not very healthy to skip dinner. I think I'm going to eat something. You've eaten?
Sakuma nodded - yes, I knows that I'm going to bed.
- ok - Kidou smiled, rinfilandosi glasses (I had hung around his neck all the time, but noticed them only when Sakuma replaced them) and began to descend the stairs. In mid-flight he stopped, and turned back.
- almost forgot! - Said to Sakuma, leaning toward him to kiss him on the forehead - This is a thank you. For everything. While
Kidou definitely headed downstairs, Sakuma was about to dissolve into a mush very embarrassed and happy at the top of the stairs.


Notes: This fic it took a LIFE . And Umbrychan that followed my penis knows. I dedicate it to her because she was so patient to listen to all my sclera on the plot and I found a beautiful way \\ o / and anyone who reads and comments \u0026lt;
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[Fullmetal Alchemist] The last pages (oneshot)

Title: The last pages
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Pairing
: Elricest (Edward / Alphonse Elric)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 472 @ contaparole fiumidiparole
Summary: It was not anything special, he was only there to read his book.
Note: This is a gift! Fic for naripolpetta \u0026lt;3


Edward always said he hated his routine. Take the train every day for two hours just to reach Central and back was just too stressful, to hear him.

Nevertheless, he got up every day at dawn, had breakfast in a hurry and splashed to the station with the university's books in the bag.

Winry, which was promptly awakened by his boisterous roommate, could not understand the reason why Edward took the 6:40 train for twenty minutes when he could sleep more comfortable with and take the next train, which arrived just ten minutes before classes begin. Edward was confined to silence her, claiming that "he could not do otherwise."

could actually all right, but if you were allowed the luxury of taking the train, could not meet him .

did not know his name, to stop that ascended or descended, what to take the train to take him so soon; it was just a boy, probably his age or slightly younger, with blond hair who was always seen on the 6:40 train sitting near the window on the right side of the first carriage. It was not anything special, he was only there to read his book all the time, but when Edward was sitting in front of him, or got up to get off at his stop, just lifted his gaze from his reading and smiling . Edward could no longer do without that silent greeting.
Half an hour of sleep was expendable with much less effort.




Edward boarded the train glancing at the clock: it was just in time, the train would leave from there in two minutes. He entered the first carriage, and he was there at the usual place, with ilo the same book he was reading the day before. The sun shone on her hair making them look golden. As always, Edward smiled as he sat in front of him. The train left, and the boy returned to his reading. He missed a few pages, she noticed Edward, and probably would have finished the book long before the two hours needed to get to Central City. It would be an opportunity to exchange a few words, finally. And waiting for the moment for some time. Or maybe he had brought another book? Suddenly the boy stopped

reading, and looked out the window, startled by Edward, he spoke. - We are stopping?

Edward looked out and saw that indeed they had stopped in the middle of nowhere.

- Eh, it would seem so. Perhaps a failure? - Suggested looking for something to say.

- Ah, what bad luck. Farai later university. - Said the boy, wonder how Ed was in. ..?

- I've seen the books in the bag. - Said with a smile, as if he read the thought - you're not the only one with a little 'eye.

Edward blushed had not noticed that the boy was studying.

- I still have Alphonse. Nice to meet you.

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Challenge!

Mwarrr I was forgetting / o /
Since I asked naripolpetta to write a ff have to follow the rules or \\

in what the hell am I in

Rules:
I'll give you a list of fandom and pairing;
- The first 10 to comment on or to choose one and I need a drabble or a flashfiction on the chosen pair;
- the couples will be those present in the list.
- If you like - and I would do only a pleasure, really ;_;!! - you can even make myself a theme
- if I make the request you, in your turn, you should post this meme in your LJ and respond to requests. Then
. The list of Pairing / Fandom. Some have never written, so mind your own: D Naruto

:
Naruto / Sasuke, Itachi / Sasuke

Katekyou Hitman Reborn :
Colonel / Lambo, Reborn / Colonel, Reborn / Colonel / Lambo, Reborn / Colonel / Skull, Yamamoto / Gokudera, Yamamoto / Hibari, Giotto / G

Inazuma Eleven and I know that I will regret ball :
Sakuma / Kidou, Fudou / Kidou, Fudou / Sakuma, Fudou / Kidou / Sakuma-ok I do not know, shoot a pair at most I say NO Q:

Fanfic requests:
naripolpetta - Inazuma Eleven (Kidou / Ciorbetto) "I want a lemonade"
yuidirnt - Inazuma Eleven (Genda / Sakuma) Christmas theme

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[Italian Grammar] Inevitable (oneshot)

Title: Inevitable
Fandom: Italian Grammar
Pairing: Italian Subjunctive x (x from Italian and Italian accents x Conditional)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 153 @ contaparole fiumidiparole
Warning: Pre-DeathFic

Summary:
Italian, a beautiful language, may have to greet one of his most beloved friends.


knew it would end like this. It was a horrible disease so no one could save him. Although there were many people who pledged to eradicate disease, the funds were not sufficient, prevention was now almost useless and means of dissemination are high.
Italian had already resigned. It was inevitable. He had put his heart at rest and prepare for the time of departure of his companion, his dearest lover. An indispensable ally. Now that his death was likely to become final, he regretted and was ashamed that he had asked the company of indicative and conditional rather than his own, even when it is needed.
was horrible the thought of parting from him. He was always so elegant and musical, a feast for the ears. Italian groaned in pain, unable to bear the thought. It was now
later. All he could do was look at the subjunctive that slowly fades before his eyes.

notes: started as a joke on Twitter. But now it's really sad how a lot of people do not know how to use the subjunctive Q: You hear stuff that is horrifying. Using language or ggggiovvane smilies on the Internet there is also (and I'm the first to say it) but at least the subjunctive, santiddio. D: and ch. And the vowels / o \\ At least when you're writing something identifiable as "fiction." Thanks. * Bows *

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[original] What is more painful? (Desperation)

Title: What is more painful?
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Slash, Het hint.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 980 @ contaparole fiumidiparole
Warning: Angst
Keyword @ bingo_italia : Despair

Summary:
The desperation of desire is sometimes exacerbated by distance.

What is more painful?
Having to say goodbye to a person who moves to another city, who will live a life away from you, that people know that you do not know, probably knowing that someone will take your place in his heart is ; terribly painful.
When Vanessa had left for Berlin had felt as if someone had ripped off a piece of soul. He did not believe they really love her, love seemed so insignificant compared to what you really felt, the fact is that probably was the girl who had taken more. He knew that after her could no longer bring another without thinking about what was superficial, and what was empty, compared to her. He no longer tried to build a relationship, after Vanessa. Could not, even if he wanted. He did not want, though. He did not want to forget it. They knew each other for so long that he wondered when he had first met her. It would have been a mess if they had decided to celebrate the occasion, looked back with an empty smile. He wondered what they would do if they had really celebrated. Ate a pizza? Spent an evening together? But did it ever. They should do something special. Maybe sex? But for him the sex was not anything special. Even before he became famous he was so accustomed to sleeping with girls in barely knew the name to give even the slightest importance. It would not be fucked to say that he preferred not to have sex with her special person. Even at the time was still early for him. I was fourteen. You may experience a feeling so strong at age fourteen? So
Vanessa had left for Berlin, and he had never even kissed. They had promised to keep in touch. To be visited, from time to time. Both knew that would not do so because the distance made it too painful. They lived the image of each other, he often thought. They had decided on a tacit agreement not to see each other ever again, to forget. But how could he forget? Every time he saw a girl with lipstick that she thought of her. Every time someone pulled her hair behind her ears to her thought. He thought he was crazy.
He repeatedly asked if she thought. If you like him crazy whenever something reminded him. Probably not. Vanessa did not believe that the real return on that sentiment. It did not matter, anyway. It was quite useless to look back. He preferred to look ahead. There was a
jerk, not to have tried to have a more serious relationship after all these years. Casserole dish, I was fourteen. He had at least ten years older now, and still was not feeling to look around. It felt like a moron. He had never told anyone. Even when he was drunk, which was indeed fortunate, because when drunk tended to become quite talkative.
In fact there was a person who had told him. He had just told him.
They knew a long time, he had met Vanessa. For a time he had been afraid even that he was going to take it away, although in reality would be legitimate if he tried with her, because in the end it was not his. Not officially. But he was an intelligent and sensitive, and understood-perhaps it was the first to understand something of the mess-and it was pulled apart, allowing them to be alone.
had told him that he had never even touched, and he laughed. Had told him that he had felt when death was gone, and he had put his hand on his shoulder, saying nothing. Had told him that he felt like a moron because he could not find anyone, and he had pressed his lips, smiled, and said that was enough to look around because sooner or later the right person would come.
had come to hate Vanessa, because its absence would not let him be happy. He had even thought to go to Germany and go looking for the right and left, even though he knew that probably would be met if he was deeply disappointed. Why would change, and why he had changed, even if he had not forgotten. She'd just have to keep hoping that around him there was really the right person for him.
Then one day, finally had looked around and saw him.
He had seen him and laugh with him, had seen him cry, he had seen as he tried to pull his morale up when he was in pieces and to calm him when he was mad black. She had seen him when he needed advice, and had noticed his absence when he needed to stand on his own. Almost
Vanessa did not exist in his thoughts when he was with him, even if they spoke to her. Perhaps there was a reason.
It was asked how he had been so blind.
He felt as happy as ever in his life. Then the knowledge that he could never have it-like-Vanessa could not have destroyed him drowning in a silent despair. The difficulties they faced were insurmountable. He could hop on a plane to Berlin and browse all the pages of the telephone in the city to search for Vanessa. But he could not break down the embarrassment and the fear of losing him, if he had said to him that perhaps she loved him, indeed, that the feeling he felt for him was too strong to call it love alone.
He could not crush his own mind.
He lived his days watching the corner of the eye in every action, thinking about how close he was and how far at the same time, suffering from the invisible distance between them.
Wondering if he reciprocated in some way. But probably not. It was useless to think of it, anyway.
could not look ahead this time. Because if you look ahead, she saw only him.

Note: This fanfic is a bit
'... boh. She was born with a specific fandom, but in the end he was fine standing alone and I decided to keep it vague.

So yes, the characters are mine, cheers. I wrote it in a moment of Scazzi and depression, although in reality it is not very Scazzi-related XDD

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[Dir en Grey] Hajime @ Suzu Café (Chapter 2)

Fandom: Dir en Grey / La: Sadie's.
Title: Hajime Suzu @ Café
Titolo: Beginning at Suzu Café
Author: misako93
Rating: PG13, NC17 (language)
Genre: pre- slash, romance.
Alerts: OOC, language, What if?

Summary: The
La: Sadie's are forced to face a hard truth: now that's gone Kisaki
have no bass player, and may not be able to take off their dreams. But
across the city, working in a bar a guy who could be their salvation ... The history of
Dir en gray starts to Suzu Café.

Notes:
long time ago, I discovered that Toshiya was not an original member of
La: Sadie's, arrived later. So I enjoyed the history of Dir en Grey,
reinterpreted in my mind, about how a boy from a remote village near Nagano
was able to join a band destined to make sparks ... and voila. A curiosity: the Café Suzu really exists. E 'in Tokyo's Shibuya district. You can see pictures and cute things here on their site \u0026lt;3

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Chapter 2 /?

26.08.10
It 'been a grind betare this chapter! After leaving it to settle into my computer for ... a year? * Facepalm * I realized that it was full of inconsistencies and strange leaps X'd I must say that listening to Vulgar Dir en Grey has helped me quite * W *
I hope someone reads like \u0026lt;3
Meanwhile, these are the condition of my wordcount FDP * depressed *

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[Original] Last Train (oneshot)

Title: Last Train
Fandom: Original Pairing
Het.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 904 @ contaparole fiumidiparole
Warning: Angst, Tragedy Summary

: Chasing a choice
Station


was so cold that he had the impression that no longer exist.
Maybe it was because that air breathed in deeply frozen, making penetrating into the remotest corner of his lungs. Caroline always said that was to breathe more deeply, that ever lived on the edge and that she was not so good. Not an ant that hold food for the winter, he said. Relax, she said. Caroline, as usual, was always good at talking, she, who never did anything in life, which had the most loyal guy in the world, who did not believe in death. Instead, she believed. How could he not believe?

The air was cold and the sky was dark. There were the stars up there beyond the lights of the station? Could be, but she did not even know how they were made: there were at least twenty years that he had not seen a star in city was absolutely impossible. Twenty years were not raised his eyes from the ground. He was too busy and had too much to do. In the end it was not true: the last stars that he had seen was what he had in his hand, blue printed in yellow sull'ombrello Caroline. Take it, fool, he told her. She had taken him, had turned its back on the last time and was gone.

Did you know that Frederick is a jerk. That news, of course I knew, knew for years. But she loved him, what could he do? It was so nice, it was so perfect. They had so much in common. It had to be him, his half. Would not have wanted anyone else. Went out together since college. Even mom and dad were together in college, and still loved, before she fled the house with her boyfriend. She did not care if it was a stupid thing to do was what he wanted. He told her she had beautiful eyes, who was the best girl in the world. It was what he wanted.

A girl with a red coat and a trolley passed her, rocking on heels of a shocking pink candy. A color from the boat, it occurred to her, who knows why.
must have been glad to have arrived there at last. He looked like one that had a long travel for some reason. Maybe for some. Just like her. It was a beautiful girl, blonde hair stood out on the red coat. Julia was also blonde. The Frederick sweaters were always full of her hair. Wavy. Long. Maybe it was that Frederick had got out with her. Was different. She had her dark hair, so short as to make it look like a man. He had never seen it, but she was sure that had to be beautiful, with soft and harmonious forms. Nothing to do with her body dry and barren.

was cold and dark, but Frederick was clearly visible with its lime green suitcase in the crowd. He had followed up the dock, running like crazy, shouting at the superhuman effort to achieve it, e poi era caduta, sulle ginocchia, strappandosi le calze. Erano nuove, erano bellissime, e per colpa di Frederick ora erano da buttare. Non era andata dritta neanche quella. Frederick aveva buttato la loro storia come spazzatura dandole appuntamento al bar e dicendole che poteva tenere l'appartamento, se le serviva. Lui aveva Julia e non gli interessava nient'altro. La lasciava per non farla soffrire, non voleva che stesse male.

Frederick era salito sul treno, e si era girato a guardarla. Voleva che salisse con lui? Voleva controllare che stesse bene, o se si fosse fatta male abbastanza da non seguirlo? Era troppo lontano per riuscire a decifrare la sua espressione. Non che fosse uno a cui era facile leggere le emozioni in faccia. Era una sfinge, and was one of the reasons why she loved him. He was a man.
Pffffffff, shhhhhhhhhhh. The train doors had closed, and it was gone. It was really late, had to be one of the last races. It was heading north, but who knows where. How would he find out?

If Caroline had still been there he would have pulled up the arm, would have sprinkled a little 'skirt and told her that if she later would have seemed even more stupid than it seems, with those socks tanned like that. It seemed right to see her, her friend. Superpizzicoso wearing a red sweater with a high neck, her Peruvian hat so out of place, and long skirt, thick glasses balanced on the nose followed her black eye. The hands planted on her hips. Angry. So she got up. It was turned, she ran towards the ticket office and bought a ticket.

He heard the train coming, and she started to run. He bumped into something, and she had to stop. He was still ongoing. Hands crossed on his chest, her lips bent in a satisfied smile. Caroline was as clear a picture in his head as he ran towards the train heading south. Happiness. For the first time she felt free.

Then the doors were shut with a hiss, and the last train had left. He felt the cold air on the face, that hurt my face. The snow was falling and whitewashing everything. A lady approached her and asked if he could sit next to her. He nodded. She was alone in the end, certainly not bothered. He felt so numb that he no longer felt even his thoughts. The silence pressed over his ears, of course everyone was asleep. He would not hear any noise until the following morning. The last train had left.

without her.

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The eleventh chapter
= w = I wonder what I'll have xD

Songs for You

; ; ; ;

Title of Chapter: 11} "And I need you, and I miss you."

Character / Couple: France / Francis Bonnefoy [cited: Jeanne d'Arc]

Song: Vanessa Carlton - A Thousand Miles

Words: 101

Rating: Green

Genre: Sad

Warnings: Drabble

Would not it be able to sleep that night, certainly not after having dreamed of another time in the flames of the bloody stake. For this reason Francis was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the moon.

would gladly die, he would have sought from the sky in long and wide, just to once again review her beautiful smile.

She, who had given their lives to save the French people, putting himself at the head of armies, but now it was gone.

-Jeanne ... -

and Francis, in the middle of the night, she wept silently, imagining the hand of his Jeanne in her close.

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The tenth chapter * w *

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: 10} "If not far you've never been. "

Character / Couple: Greece v Heracles Karpusi, [cited: Ancient Greece]

Song: Tiziano Ferro - Back

Words: 109

Rating: Green

Genre: General

Warnings: Drabble

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Lying amid the ruins of Sparta, in Greece he remembered his mother.

remembered the times when, pressed against the breast of Mother Greece listened enraptured the myths of gods and heroes of the business.

Or, the days spent practicing the harp and singing. Often, however, she was always singing, as he rocked.

Then one day, I never saw her again. Disappeared, leaving only Heracles in his big house, with a huge void in my heart.

Greece would have liked to see her much, just for once, to be able to embrace.

Looking back through the ruins, it seemed that her mother was always at his side.

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The ninth chapter e3e

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " Go on and kiss the girl"

Character / Couple: Lithuania / Toris Lorinaitis, Poland / Feliks Łukasiewicz

Song: Ashley Tisdale - Kiss The Girl

Words: 207

Rating: Green

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: FlashFiction

Lithuania, Poland, when he saw lying on the couch, picked himself up, his face relaxed and covered by a few strands of blond hair -, froze to admire him, his eyes linger on the lips of the young, half-open and inviting.

After a few minutes-in which the Polish-Lithuanian had fantasized about, the Moor shook his head as if to banish those thoughts from his mind, and turned on his heels, trying to convince them to cross the threshold of the door front of him. But something-perhaps an awareness of never being able to have a chance like that, made him turn around, a little 'repenting of his lack of self-persuasion, and bent at the face of Poland.

Lithuania came fearful the red face of embarrassment to the Polish, always careful not to wake him.

was convinced that Poland's lips were soft and moist, but not felt anything. When he opened his eyes to close them too quickly realized that was not a good idea. In fact, Poland was not slow to wake up, moaning for the slight itching.

-Liet ~ Hmmm ...? What are you ...? -

But Lithuania had disappeared in a hurry, leaving behind the noise of doors slamming violently, plus Poland alone and confused.

-Liet, I kissed on the nose ... E ', like, really cute! -

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Eighth Chapter:

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " Kishikaisei, Riraito shite"

Character / Couple: Prussia / Gilbert Beilschmidt Holy Roman Empire (NO INCEST)

Song: Rewrite - Asian Kung-Fu Generation

Words: 108

Rating: Green

Genre: Sad

Warnings: Drabble

-Let's stop here .-

Sitting in the shade of a tree, with the chance to catch their breath after the walk, the Holy Roman Empire looked good the one who introduced himself as "Prussia" means an albino boy, with deep red eyes.

Little wanted him so many questions: Why had saved him? Why, among the thousands of people lying in their blood that soaked the field, had taken him? Where were you heading?

What had been his friends, his home ... of Italy. His beloved Italy ... would ever magazine?

He felt the heavy body and leaving him unconscious, supported from the arms of Prussia.

-Rest, Germany ... Now it's over .-

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seventh chapter ^ ^

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " Michiko ni aru mono ni ki wo Tsune tsuketeinai to"

Character / Couple: Northern Italy / Feliciano Vargas, Germany / Ludwig Beilschmidt

Song: Joe Inoue - Closer

Words: 281

Rating: Green

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Flashfiction

-Oh! Germany! Germany! -

I do not even wonder what happened. I know you're definitely fallen, I know when I'll find you Volter ground, with tears in corners of the eyes and the leg wound close to his chest.

slowed down with a sigh, because this is further proof of your clumsiness. I go back on my feet and I find you just as I had imagined.

seem to mind, because when I meet your eyes - wet and red from the first tears - they snap into a different direction. I bend to your side trying to understand the extent of damage.

-Su Italy, let me see your knee .-

trembling and hesitation, but eventually give in and show me the wound, slightly bloody, with a piece of cloth and water do you need to treat it. Groans of dissent by the burning. If your body is shaken by quakes serves me correctly, you're trying not to cry. He pulled up his eyes, I can finally look good.

For a moment our eyes meet and I lose myself in your, stones deep amber liquid, which still linger to observe even the most insignificant things in the world, but your eyes look beautiful and unique.

Your lips are stretched into a smile, a radiant smiles of those able to brighten even the most pessimistic people. I do not know how, but your eyes can send me a peace and joy that only you know to donate.

If now on my face a smile spontaneously - accompanied by a slight blush - it is only thanks to you. Tighten the strap to the knee and get up. Now it is I who look away from you, smiling and happy again.

-Come on, Italy .-

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E 'by about three days that I go on like this -.- Cough, cough, cough, runny nose and cough.
But I say, is May. E 'in May and I have the flu! My immune system are very worthwhile. __. Contributing rain and wind, so to me going on some days é.è
And I wish the school shut in advance. I'm sick ç.ç each day is equivalent to a test or a query. Seriously, I'm having a nervous breakdown -.- °

the fault of the school work pace in the afternoon - and sometimes even the night - on the books. Yesterday I even hit her with the book of Latin! Today verification ... and of course what I had studied with so much hard work the night before I was not required. Fair enough =.= * * active mode selfcontrol

another test tomorrow - but from? -, Epica. I do not care that much - ergo, tomorrow will be a sucks: D -. What a joy!

This afternoon I got out a tear. Yes, because today my dog has gone to live with my sister up in Piedmont ee In other words, is not far away, Liguria is down there. But already I miss Kira. Despite

http://i39.tinypic.com/eijkb9.jpg has enjoyed for months to destroy the hands and legs - I have a hard Pellacchia ù.ù uhn! -, I want them really well and today as I saw it go on the machine, I was close to the heart ... I'm not doing so sentimental

Finally oO * drum roll *... tomorrow will update my story xD and if I can write a OneShot - always on APH - why is it since yesterday I have an idea in mind that I absolutely want to develop. Hoping it comes out a nice thing \u0026lt;3

Bon, I leave Oyasumi = 3-nasai minna \u0026lt;3

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sixth chapter. WARNING! : Red o.o rating
not satisfy me much. __.

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " Mamoru hito wa kyou wa imasen koetara dokomade ikeru not?"

Character / Couple : America / Alfred F. Jones, England / Arthur Kirkland

Song: Miku Hatsune (Vocaloid) - Romeo & Cinderella

Words:

Rating: Red

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Erotic

Warnings: Flashfiction, Lemon

's chest England pressed against his was so hot.

could clearly hear the beating of his heart while increasing, still hugging him, slipped off the pants dropping to the ground, accompanied soon after by the boxer.

Soon after, England felt the soft texture of the blankets in the back and not just lost contact with the body of America, she covered her face with her hands red with embarrassment.

America looked at him, making his eyes wander over every inch of skin of English, touching it with fingers, kissing those points more prominent than others. He smiled slightly at seeing England so embarrassed and awkward to hold for well-thought if this thought in order to avoid a lightning-castration.

pulled back the hands of England from his face, staring with love her green eyes, liquid pleasure. Gently kissed those lips that wanted for a long time, then the language of the meeting and caressing with her own.

America had never imagined that would come up to that point. Nor is England. That afternoon, had also quarreled-England had already mentally prepared in the morning as a precaution. "

America, which separated from the kiss, he opened a drawer in the nightstand beside the bed, then pull out a bottle. Wet your fingers with lubricant under the astonished gaze of England.

-Will some 'bad, but I will be very good trust me! -

-I hope so ... -

America spread the legs of England, depositing soft kisses on the eyelids, cheeks, neck companion while slowly penetrated with the first finger. England groaned for the initial discomfort, wrapping his arms around the American neck. The feeling was not the best, and when he felt a second finger could not repress a groan. America, alarmed, embraced England resuming to kiss him, while l’altro stringeva di più le braccia sul suo collo.

Inaspettatamente, America sentì le guance premere e si ritrovò davanti il viso rosso di Inghilterra.

-Basta…sbrigati a farlo!-

America non si aspettava una simile reazione da parte di Inghilterra, ma da una parte era felice. Ciò significava che anche lui desiderava davvero andare fino in fondo.

Tolse le dita, andando poi a slacciare la cerniera dei pantaloni e abbassare l’intimo. Si posizionò meglio tra le gambe di Inghilterra, guardandolo negli occhi cercando di trasmettergli tutto l’amore che provava in quel momento.

Il gemito di dolore di Inghilterra lo fece desistere dall’andare avanti, ma la mano dell’inglese intrecciata alla sua, e il sorriso sul suo volto –anche se forzato- lo rassicurò.

I suoi gemiti e quelli di Inghilterra riempirono la stanza per un tempo che nessuno dei due seppe calcolare. Alfred spinse più forte, mentre una mano andava a masturbare Inghilterra, che assecondava l’americano spingendo il bacino verso quello del compagno.

-Ah…Ing-Inghilterra!-

-Aaah! Ame-rica ...

With a strangled cry, America was accompanied by England shortly after.

America lay the body of England, to catch his breath.

America ... -

Yes, tell me ... -

NGH-I ... ... -

-Tu? What? Ah, I love you too! -

-idiot I'm suffocating! You are heavy! Arise, arise, arise! -

America noted mentally do not ever lie on England, for any reason.

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fifth chapter vv

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: "When the cat's out how the bats come out to play"

Character / Couple: Northern Italy / Feliciano Vargas, Germany / Ludwig, Prussia / Gilbert Beilschmidt

Song: Timbaland feat Nelly Furtado & Soshy - Morning After Dark

Words: 500 (Word)

Rating: Yellow

Genre: Dark, Introspective

Warnings: Flashfiction, AU, Threesome

It is said that curiosity killed the cat ... but satisfaction brought him back to life.

What bizarre truth.

My friends were clear: a tour of the homes in the neighborhood to do damage, after visiting the graves. The idea I was terrified. But when they told me that there would be a surprise waiting for me, I changed my mind.

Curse. Had it not been for my curiosity, that night I never found myself alone, lost and scared to death in the middle of a cemetery.

The cries of night birds and the wind whipping the trees did not help their own.

to panic was a bad idea. Running was a bad idea. Going to bump into something - or someone - was a disgrace.

I wondered why my body had not yet come in contact with the ground, then the iron grip on my arm I realized that someone had stopped my crashing to the ground.

I pulled on the eye fatigue, stretching a smile.

Two deep amethyst eyes chained my eyes, studying my face and giving me the feeling of being helpless, totally dominated him.

From under the hood of the coat I saw wisps of silver hair, almost white. That guy - I could not define the age, the facial features I do not permit it - I jerked against his body, one arm around her waist, inondami ears slightly disturbing laugh. I tried to struggle, scared, but the strength of the unknown was superior to mine.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. That sounds horrible, I thought.

New figure stepped closer to us. Forced against the chest of albinism only turned his eyes, crossing that of a young man with blond hair and ice blue eyes. He parried another guy in front, thus preventing any escape.

I did not even have time to make no sound. The flesh of the neck was broken by something very sharp, which I identified a little later as teeth. Blood traitor was leaving my body to feed the creature of the night. I received a new bite, this time dall'albino.

I cried. I cried because my fate was sealed. I cried because what I felt was not pain but pleasure.

I have no idea where to find me: is a room that I have never seen, wrapped in darkness, except for the shuttered windows from which light filters.

My body is shivering, I feel my head spin round and I have sore muscles.

If it is not all false, then the signs must be stayed.

trailing your fingers, neck, wincing slightly when I feel under the fingertips of small holes, on both sides. Suddenly everything seems clearer.

The world was collapsing under my feet, I have the feeling of being crushed by something. So I better sit on the floor, I pick up your knees to your chest and let his head hang between them, singing a lullaby full of pain.

I hear the door open. So this is my destiny ...

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fourth chapter, written with great difficulty -.- but it's a present for my tesoraH \u0026lt;3


Songs for You

Title of Chapter: "The Way That You Move it's got me fiendin 'for more"

Character / Couple: France / Francis Bonnefoy, England / Arthur Kirkland

Song: Craig David - Hot Stuff

Words: 97 (Word)

Rating: Green

Genre: Comedy, Romance

Warnings: Drabble, Crossdressing

looking girls wearing skirts towering bore his body to overheat in an exaggerated way, especially in the lower parts.

The movements of the feminine body, the way they cross their legs and ability to communicate with the body urged him to want-sometimes even considered it had a specific task, see the beauty of person. With often painful results.

-Stop drooling, stupid frog! And hurry up with this photo! -

But the sight of Arthur - standing in front of him wearing a skirt that left little to & rsquo ; imagination-it was something unique and highly erotic.

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third chapter =)




Songs for You

title Chapter: " use Watashi tabun demo ii no ni ," Ikanai de "mo yo hyena"

Character / Couple: America / Alfred J. Jones, England / Arthur Kirkland

Song: HALCALI - Long Kiss Goodbye

Words: 496 (Word)

Rating: Green

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Flashfiction

Notes: * Nantucket = tuft of Alfred xD, I used a bad word, sorry ^ ^''

At that moment the fear that someone could see it was gone, vanished as it was also the embarrassment that had taken possession of him before.

as he jumped in head to do it? It was not that he flip-

Mmh-..- breast Alfred adhered perfectly to her, as her mouth with her sister, by sending heat and causing him a stifled groan.

Oh well, I certainly could not complain about the result.

The American had come to visit him that evening. A courtesy call? Of course not, Arthur had immediately understood. Alfred just wanted to see a horror movie brand new and do what he needed someone who did the company.

not afraid-I did not! It's just that I'm not going to watch it alone-

He held the screaming, but the jumps for the fright Alfred if he had not saved by moving to 10 cm on the couch and a little annoyed Arthur.

At the end of the film had not missed the comments of English acids on the film, and the American stubbornness in wanting to see those movies. Alfred had invariably replied, commenting on the habits of English-old at that time had nothing to do with the argument-, wandering and ending with a "So the hero I am. "

Arthur merely turn his eyes, sighing, feeling the gentle touch of the hand of a pixie brush against her hair, as if to say "It's not your fault if something is missing wheel." At that moment I wish I could still have with them the little Alfred, not that kid sitting next to him.

After a while, 'felt himself sinking into the sofa. He turned his head, watching Alfred wearing his jacket and quickly settle glasses.

-I go ...- kept looking down while passing a hand through his hair, waving Nantucket.

Why Alfred had to be so good at making him feel an asshole?

saw Alfred away, arm stretch and hand tighten the knob of the door. He felt out of breath, sweating hands and eyes tingle.

No ... not ... do not move ... do not follow ...

Oh, to hell with his selfcontrol.

He sprang to his feet, threatening to trip over the carpet, running to stop the door. The flung open, blasting will be some pivotal. Alfred, a few steps that separated him from the door, he looked surprised. Arthur rushed toward him, literally.

He felt the language of Alfred touch her, once again, as his hands played with the light hair of English. Arthur shook more hands around his neck, enjoying the caresses that Alfred was giving him.

had to be separated, Arthur wondered why the time passed too quickly just when you needed it. Alfred gave him one of those smiles that much-loved but that he would never come to know.

-go ... I'll be back, told him, giving him a last kiss. She saw him go away and when he returned home, collapsed and then on the hard wood of the door.

He could not say "Do not go, stay with me."

Perhaps there would never have succeeded.

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Here is the second chapter =)



Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " In your head, ... in your head Zombie, Zombie"

Character / Couple: Japan / Honda Kiku

Song: Miser - Zombie

Words: 203 (Word)

Rating: Orange

Genre: Drama, Angst

Warnings: Flashfiction

Notes: Reference to 06 August 1945, referring to the episode 50.

08.30 of 06 August 1945. Hiroshima.

few moments were enough for everything to turn into what Japan had in mind.

Debris everywhere had taken the place of the houses and buildings collapsed under the inexorable force of the devastating bomb.

Japan stepped into the middle of the wasteland that had become Hiroshima burned and charred bodies everywhere, covered by a mantle of black powder. Then his eyes came the gruesome spectacle of citizens survivors were held barely walk, the skin of the body reduced to tatters, their faces a look of pure terror. Like zombies.

Kiku fell to the ground, shocked, shaking his head in his hands and looking back at that time that America had turned up at his house with that common table - but capable responding to questions, it said America.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You could ask the table if from now on I will continue to be on good terms with your country? >>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes ... I did not think you worry about that ...>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;See? And 'yes! >>

anger and sorrow mingled in his mind brought Japan to the eyes filled with bitter tears left free to flow down her cheeks.

Then, we had truly believed.

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Ohayo ^ ^ This is my very first collection of fandom on the Axis Powers Hetalia ee

Songs for You

Title of Chapter: " A little gambling is fun when you're with me (I love it)"

Character / Couple : Russia / Ivan Braginski, China / Wang Yao

Song: Lady GaGa - Poker Face

Words: 107 (Word)

Rating: Orange

Genre: Angst, Dark

Warnings: Drabble, Bondage

blood, copious, flowing down his skin torn, abandoned.

diaphanous skin That he longs for, torn and soiled with red blood.

're as cold as the snow that much hate, but which are now so closely resembles.

-Please ... no, Ivan-sobs.

remains impassive even when faced with the petition. You approach. The blindfold soaked with sweat and tears, his arms tied to a chair, legs gathered as to protect themselves. Touched his hair.

-A small bet it's fun ... but you lost, Yao-

no one will ever know Yao, but was lucky not to be able to see the grin on your face when the blade broke her life.

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To begin ...

opened my own account with two of my LJ very latest designs.

As the undersigned has nothing to do - see what we point out that even if the empty space in front of a very disturbing - as usual fill this account with strings of drawings (these can be considered. __.? )

First is Fem! Hidan .-. Lately I have fixed a lot with the Fem! Version ° - ° I however, limited to the face -----> http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/2480/01042010632.jpg

Second: So ... the initial idea was to draw a "Firefly". But there is a reason, I'd just want xD After the drawing, however, I realized that it did not in any way touched the context that I wanted. __. Patience, I do not throw anything away ù.ù -----> http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6388/01042010633.jpg

After losing precious minutes to anyone who has passed here - Gomen (_ _) - I vanishes.
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Tradimento (quarto capitolo)

Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: I do not belongs Merlin, Arthur is not mine, it belongs to me everything that makes their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.


That night he slept in Merlin his old room, alone, trying to block the possibility that the worst pain yet. He was able to sleep just focusing on steady breathing of her mother beyond the wall.
He woke up almost abruptly, disturbed by a blade of light that penetrated through the open door. He blinked but could not keep them open and let himself fall back into the darkness of early morning golden. The sounds beyond the door came the muffled and confused, but was able to recognize the light and quick steps of his mother, arranged the last things, went out from the house. He heard her stop at the table, put something (breakfast for him, he knew, he knew every one of those passages from memory), move the dish with bread so that he was right in the middle of the table, get to take the shawl resting the chair, and then open the door with delicate movements not to wake him.
Merlin smiled without opening his eyes, pulling the blanket up to his chin. It was hot, but that morning he felt vulnerable and smaller than a decade, and the blanket that covered her shoulders had always made me feel safer. He clenched his eyes, ready to get back to sleep.
few minutes later, was already asleep when doing deeper, the door creaked opened. Merlin absently registered the noise. He turned, consciousness sinking deeper and deeper-that was lost behind the closed eyelids ... going off ... Still in the torpor of sleep,

"I was not able to leave."
Merlin opened just the eyes, but sleep forced him to close immediately. "What?" Grumble.
Someone had spoken, but he was so tired ... so ... Sleep ...
"Merlin. Wake up. "
was the name to make him open his eyes immediately. Arthur pronounced his name like no other.
"Arthur?" He tried to say, but it came out something incomprehensible.
Arthur was crouched in front of him, leaning toward his face, resting on the blanket that covered him.
"I want to know why."
Merlin shook his head, silent, feeling the numbness of sleep left him leaving him cold.
"What?" He repeated.
Arthur leaned forward and kissed him.
was the first kiss in the life of Merlin that he had indeed caught by surprise. But it did not matter, because after every kiss Arthur was exactly the same, because the mouth of Arthur was the same as always. His hands clenched in the same way lean on the shoulders of Merlin, her hair brushed his forehead in the same way.
When detached, Arthur looked at him with determination and a lot more anger than Merlin could bear, and then, after all, he was not without pity. Merlin said nothing of all that he wanted or had to say. He pulled up to meet him, shaking his coat and hair.
Breath of Arthur broke up in angry sobs against his cheek as soon as the mouth of Merlin found his skin, and Merlin's refusal to hear him, for his treachery, and had just come off and talk, but if Then Arthur was no longer wanted? It seemed to go crazy at the thought, could not ask him to deprive himself of this, heat and weight and bustle and Arthur.
not believed to be a person like that. Believed to be better, and yet it was not true, because I could not help but pull against Arthur.
Arthur was to win, rejecting in the bed and forcibly uprooted the covers off me, ('only this' Merlin thought, 'Please do not stop' and then -) kissing passionately, unable even to take his mouth ('only this') , going over him forcing him to open her legs ('Do not ...'). Merlin went to meet every thrust, every movement, her face pressed into the neck line. The up trying to make him take off his tunic, but Arthur did not raise even the head, dropped only one hand to undo his pants and rubbed with the same hand the skin on the sides of Merlin trying to lower his. The sides of Merlin immediately arched, sliding down the pants of canvas, and then they were skin to skin. A Merlin seemed really had no choice.
But he had, of course I did. "Arthur -" almost shouted, trying to get some air.
He managed to break away for a moment and remember why he should do it. But then he looked at Arthur before him, eyes dark and concentrated with dark circles of days, his mouth open and wet kisses and broken breath, frowning. His face. Faced
his expression shocked by the anger and sex, the sweet smile Gwen disappeared.
"Because -" Churches Arthur off with a roar and urgent, but Merlin did get his hand up to bolt on his erection, and Arthur stopped speaking with a hoarse moan that drew a line under the painful ear Merlin, exciting cheeks.
There was no room for anything else, and separation was impossible even to think of it, drove Arthur's hand clutching his wrist to pull away and stop it over his head, and then went against Merlin with all the strength I had . A Merlin looked after
that they were both about to cry all the time. The climax came perfect and painful, and Arthur gave the last cry with her face hidden in the pillow. Merlin knew it was not for him. Just
Arthur rolled away from him, Merlin curled away and immediately closed her eyes.
"I had forgotten how it was." Arthur's voice came muffled. No trace of happiness.
Merlin felt drowning. He turned.
Arthur looked at him seriously. He still had his cheeks reddened. "I do not know how to forgive." A
Merlin had to laugh. They still had something to say? There was still something that should be clarified? What was to explain, to talk about? He shook the blanket stronger slipped beneath him, looking desperately for a way for this to end.
"Never mind." He said. "There is nothing you must forgive."
Arthur continued to stare, in silence, and Merlin can tell you hated to love so well behind all that anger.
Arthur put his hand through his hair in a caress too similar to a close. “Stai scherzando.” Sussurrò. “Mi hai tradito.”
“Tu mi hai tradito.” Ribatté Merlin, quietamente, senza cercare di sottrarsi al tocco ruvido dell’altro.
Arthur ritirò immediatamente la mano, come scottato.
“Non fare finta di non capire.” Continuò Merlin, a voce ancora più bassa. “Le voglio bene. Tu le vuoi bene. L’hai sposata.”
Arthur spalancò gli occhi, come se avesse improvvisamente scoperto che quello che pensava solo un incubo fosse reale.
 “Vattene, Arthur. "Whispered Merlin. "Do not come back." His voice was completely wrong, sweet and almost pleading.

"It went well, eh?" Will Churches, swinging his left foot in the water of the stream.
"No." He confirmed Merlin.
"Mh. But there was a way to make it go right? "
" No. "
" Perfect. "Will looked at him, incredibly comprehensive and very far indeed grasping Merlin's unhappiness, and shook his shoulder. "I would say 'forget about it'. Would not help, eh? "
" No. "
" Would you like to do some tricks with the magic? Something nice? "
Merlin spent the rest of the afternoon pretending to draw dragons of fire in the air made him happy. The pain was overwhelming everything around him.

not to go to bed together, obviously. It was decided by neither, Merlin simply stopped touching if not for the bare necessities and Will really started to bring in barn, the daughter of the washing machine, a pretty girl with hips a bit 'too tight.
Merlin did not know what to do.

Will found him lying on his bed in the early hours of the morning several days later, with his face pressed into the pillow.
"Continue to bring riders Ealdor. There's another that seeks you. "
Merlin turned his head, a flash of energy across his body, from the first day.
"It's not him." He added Will.
Merlin got the same going to see who he was, pretending that really mattered.

Lancelot must have been on the coast, because her face and hands darkened considerably, and he must have fought against anything that moved, because it was also covered with small cuts.
"It's nothing. Evil people that I found on the road. "
" Oh, sure. The world is full of bad people. "
Merlin hugged him tighter than was necessary, taking deep breaths sea air. He had not really, and ritrovarselo unexpectedly before had done more good than any other thing that happened recently.
"There are a lot of things in the South" Lancelot continued with enthusiasm, once that was done to accommodate inside the house. "I learned a lot. Did not expect to find here, to be honest, I had heard that Arthur - "
Merlin managed to hide it very well step in his body. "And the 'King." Followed, with equal voice.
"'s why I came back." Lancelot nodded. Then she stared, frowning. "Something wrong? What happened? "And it was then
Merlin that he remembered the life of Lancelot would take from there a short cul-de-sac. The few words would suffice to remove all traces of light-hearted smile from my face. And he more than anyone knew how bad it would.
"Nothing." He said. "I just wanted to get away for a while '."
Lancelot, unlike Arthur, she could also be insightful. It was clear that we do not believe, but did not say anything anyway. Merlin was grateful to him and he felt even worse.
"Tell me the bad people." He offered.
Lancelot nodded, and jumped in headlong into a detailed account of all those months away.

"Now what are you doing?" Churches Merlin the next day, looking back on horseback. He knew what he wanted to do, I imagined, but was really hoping that he finally decided to leave, that he had found something or someone out of there, away from Camelot that held them enthralled and unhappy as a leash.
Lancelot smiled, happy as those who know they have gained some reward out of life. "I go back to Camelot. I think the time has come. "He touched his chest playfully. "The heart and the arm to the servants of Uncle I will wait for my King, Merlin. Try to feel good. "
was already about to leave when the consciousness of Merlin shouted back," Wait! "
Lancelot immediately stopped the horse and turned to face him. Merlin felt tight and unhappy as ever before.
"I knew it." Lancelot said, still smiling, just resigned. "I was waiting I found the courage to tell me. What happened? "
Merlin looked at him from the bottom up, and it was decided to open mouth. "Arthur ... he got married."
Lancelot's face immediately became more sad, almost compassionate. "Sorry." He said.
Merlin was shocked to find out how much was obvious to those around him, but drove by surprise and caught his breath, as if to soak in cold water. "With her. Gwen. He's married. "
Every emotion that passed on the face of Lancelot Merlin recognized it as hers, and forced him to relive everything again, the anger the pain of defeat and the jealousy of the new rage in an instant. Lancelot opened
mouth as if saying something else, but the Merlin knew that there was nothing to know. Closed it. She swallowed stones and then opened again. Unlike him, Lancelot was born to fight. "I gotta go." He said, in deep trouble. It seemed transfigured, as if he had taken a decision which could not escape. "I'm sorry."
Merlin nodded, although he did not understand.
was only after he saw him disappear around the bend, that he understood that those were not excuses for him, but for Arthur, and Lancelot, and he really did not have anything in common, because Merlin had not even thought to take back what he thought was his.

Lubricates For Masterbation

Tradimento (terzo capitolo)

Title: Betrayal
Fandom: Merlin
Paringa : Merlin / Arthur, Arthur / surprise (not so much, I admit)
Rating: R for this chapter
Disclaimer: No mine Merlin, Arthur is not mine, not mine all that makes their side dish.
Summary: There is always need a wife.
Note: This story is slash. Men with men, yes.
Examination mooooooooolto took me longer than I thought. Here's the third part, it should fail (but I'm pretty sure, eh) the other two.


The sun shone in the sun Ealdor had nothing to Camelot. The light was shining warm and relaxed and quiet spaces with a gradient that Merlin was sure it did not exist anywhere else. He smiled at Will, lying on the grass beside him bitter.
Spring had broken out a couple of weeks. Merlin had arrived three days before, just in time to enjoy the clear sky and gentle breeze blowing against the mountains and moved Will my hair, pushing them over his eyes half shut.
"Do not There's nothing I can say, eh? Nothing that I can ask. "Will said, stretching lazily a leg up to touch her.
Merlin nodded. Will probably not see him, but the question had already been placed (in other ways, of course, and at other times) so many times now that the answer was obvious. It was typical of
Will not accept a defeat, Merlin knew, but could not help but hope that sooner or later his time in Camelot disappear in the minds of everyone else, as he tried to do in his. But
Ealdor was beautiful in the spring, more beautiful than the castle could never be, and his mother was not so time, and Will ran along the river and urged him to swim naked, so there was really a chance that everything will be resolved for the better.
had made love in the old barn at dusk, laughing straw that catch anywhere. They had kissed furiously on the grass and mud and slowly in the first moments of grief. It was beautiful, as it had already been in the past, and would be well, if it was not all wrong.

Merlin had in every corner of the previous life. The knuckles of Arthur, tighten the sheets wet, pushing the stomach with every movement, the tower of Camelot pressed to his every breath, the blonde hair had caught him at heart. The pain did not decrease, because there was no way not to think about. And even resentment, because digging in just got distracted, despite its efforts to fight back. Any movement of
Will was a failure of Arthur, his every expression a betrayal of what Merlin really expected.

"Hunith not surprised not to find in your bed?" Will asked him the next morning, rubbing his tousled head and chest warm. We were woken up by a few minutes and was still trying to get close touch and without intent is too obvious. Admission the barn had been crossed, the light of early morning came only from the spaces between the boards, going to draw irregular stripes on their bodies and everything around it.
"Do not ask questions." Article Merlin languid, sparse hair tickled by the other. "And your mother? Do not wonder why he can not enter the barn? "
" Do you think I fucks the daughter of the midwife. "
Merlin pushed and pulled at once climbed on to hold his hands still. "You suck."
Will let you capture a smile sleepy. From an early age was always bigger than Merlin, he would have enough thrust to break free.
"What? Your King does not use certain words? "Merlin
The jolt forced to hold your breath. In a voice barely altered, said "No one I know uses certain words."
Will easily freed one hand from the power of Merlin, and fared on his face, as if to remove the last traces of sleep. Then he looked more serious than it had been, and somehow more sad.
Merlin hurried to step aside.
chance to relax in order to give back to the Will was really childish, but there was nothing more than desire to avoid looking at that. With a movement
slightly too strong Will grabbed his shoulder and for a moment believed that Merlin would cause him to turn around. Instead his hand went down, sliding along the rough with a caress over the groove of the side arm and stopping.
not weighed as much as it should.
"You think I'm stupid?" Churches. His voice blew on her neck, and Merlin would also have wanted to turn around, but it had nothing to say and a wave of panic, pain and regret the climb was inside. "It did not take long to realize. Not for me. "
" I know. "Merlin whispered back, lying. He had really hoped that no one understood anything.
"He got married."
"I know."
Will was silent for a moment, and Merlin was able to concentrate on his breathing, which amazingly was calmer than he felt. The uncomfortable silence lasted too long, but regretted it the same when Will opened his mouth again.
"But you ..." The sentence was suspended, while the rest is accounted in letters of fire in front of Merlin. "I want to say. Uhm. It 's an idea ... or you ...? "
" O. "Merlin murmured. For a moment you really think that after the admission would be wide open to swallow the earth. Instead, Will laughed. First
with restraint, with gusts that tried to camouflage with a coughing fit, then open with some guffaw, and then burst into laughter bounced off the boards and that full and disheveled hair on the nape of Merlin, still shot and now petrified by surprise.
"What ..." He tried to ask, bewildered, but Will was too busy to listen.
finally turned, and found each other with tears in his eyes from the laughter that kept her belly, still naked.
"What?" He asked again, more forcefully.
"Oh, you can count on Merlin Emrys" He was able to articulate Will "Send him to Camelot for a few years, and will bring the King to bed!"
astonished, Merlin continued to watch it squirm. "Stop." Prov.
"But you're a phenomenon! Of all the boys present at Camelot - I say! - In the kingdom! "
" I did not do it on purpose. "
Will reached out to mess up his hair. The laughter subsided. "I know. Of course you have not done on purpose. You are so. You are distracted for a moment, and you find yourself in the bed of the King "The tone was the same as always, roughly affectionate, and Merlin could not help but be tight when the other opened his arms.
"What a bastard."
Merlin found vindictively agree, but went back the bile in my throat.

somewhere Merlin had always known that Arthur would not let him go.
Not so. Not running away without explanation.
try not to think, because it was already too busy to be content and think about it because it meant hope, and this really could not afford it.
But when he came face to face with the knight of Arthur, he found not to be surprised. Devastated, of course, and destroyed, and saddened but not surprised.

was an evening of April, there was no rain for several days and even if the air had cooled in recent hours, the road and its pebbles were invaded by dust. Merlin kept his head down, forced to watch your step for good because of that had to carry buckets of water at home. Will he ran ahead and disappeared around the corner.
That horse is raising a lot of dust, was the first thing I thought Merlin. We hope it does not come in buckets.
The second was 'Arthur', because Merlin was expecting a horse from day one that he had spent Ealdor.
"Merlin." He said someone over his head.
"Arthur." Merlin said, without look up the mantle of dark horse, feeling infinitely defeated. Then she heard him jump down and easily get closer, the smell and his presence and his body all around Merlin. The shadows of the houses that caressed by Arthur and confused in his tired eyes.
"Come home." He murmured Merlin, piano, although he wanted to say or do anything. But that was not allowed to go as he wanted, he had understood this very well taken the horse by the bridle and led him to his house, without any of the other two compounded. Arthur just looked really

had crossed the threshold of his mother's house. As was already the first time he had come to Ealdor, the King was out of place among those dark and damp walls. Merlin entrargli felt discomfort in as a trickle of ice and slid back legs, making them soft. As already knew he would, hatred had melted at the sight of Arthur, leaving him desperate and tired.
Maybe he expected a change in the not found. Each piece of Arthur acknowledged that forced him to look away, and then watch it again, and then to recognize another piece of him, another piece, which ... had been his. That's it. It was his first.
"Your mother," asked Arthur, in an apparent effort to be nice.
"And 'Will's mother."
"I'm sorry. I wanted to say hello. "
They stared in silence, and something changed in the expression of Arthur. It was neutral and safe, almost indifferent, but the stiffness disintegrated before the eyes of Merlin. He broke his jaw and muscles of the shoulders, and even Arthur was left tired and confused. Merlin felt a twinge of pain and anger about what might have been.
"You run away. "Arthur said, without giving up at him.
Merlin took a few steps back and leaned with his back to the old oak table. Arthur dominated the room, obviously, and he seemed to choke. He nodded.
"Merlin ..."
His name on the lips of Arthur had been the foundation of every moment, since she ran away from Camelot. But it was canceled by the other items from other lips. Merlin did not move, Arthur was to take a step toward him.
"Merlin?" He called Will out the door. "I am alone. See to be naked. "

world Merlin stopped to contemplate the face of Arthur, who never had been opened and now decipherable. He watched from the audience surprise, incomprehension, anger and pain. Pain more than anything else. He saw that the other closing every door had opened for him, and then he heard the voice of ruthless Will say "Sorry.", And his steps back toward the door and then out, leaving the air breathable.

Arthur was on him, grabbed his arms, pushed him against the table. He seemed speechless for a moment, then clenched his teeth and said, accurately, "Why?" .
Merlin had no response from him, not that Arthur was acceptable. He would not indulge in useless recriminations, still believed to be better than that. He shook his head.
"You owe me more than an explanation." Arthur said, the cover is angry, breathing heavily on him.
"I do not owe you anything." Merlin said quietly, but hated it because it was not true, it was not true for any part of him, and fighting is the anger that the remorse was breaking in two. Arthur's arms pinned him more forcefully.
"Liar." Hissed Arthur, without taking his eyes from her, fiercely.
"You're doing it wrong."
Arthur pulled back immediately, as burned. Let him go and stepped toward the door. In a moment he had recovered his form that he believed inscrutable, but that leaked from too much anger and pain. Merlin shuddered, tired.
"I do not know what I expected." Arthur said.
"I do not know either."
"It was obvious." Arthur continued, although it was clear he had nothing more to say. "I should have known when you ran away."
But it was not true, either. Merlin had seen how the other looked at him before going to marry. Arthur must have known something. Not that it mattered, of course.
"I do not know why I came."
Merlin swallowed the 'not me' he had on his lips. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders.
He had no sense that he came, did not make sense to keep talking. They had no effect, two of them, once there was but it was gone. Merlin was not yet willing to recognize that it was not the fault of Arthur. He could understand, rationally, because he had assisted at every step of the marriage, but the resentment burning inside him since he was gone. They had to finish it only to think of possibilities that had been thrown away. It was just about to say.
"You have time to return to Camelot." He said, however, devoid of tone.
"That 's what you want?" Arthur answered immediately. Then he stopped and stiffened even more, if possible. Merlin knew that he was regretting averglielo asked.
"I do not want anything."
"Liar." Repeated Arthur, without the ferocity of before, but with much more disillusionment. "Anything you want. That - that peasant-"
" Will. "
Arthur looked at him, and it was clear that he was injured, but Merlin could not offer anything to improve the situation. "Yeah. Well.
feel they can not resist a second longer, Merlin turned to the table, where he had placed the buckets, and devoted himself to move around it to fire off. Overturned an immediately. When he turned to follow the trickle of water that is sprinkled throughout the house, he saw that he had Arthur gone.