Not a game anymoreDisclaimer: I don't own any of these characters below. Not Naraku or Sango. Well, I do kinda own the old unnamed man. But I don't want him. Here: *shoves the unnamed extra at you*Not a game anymore
Warning you now:
I like odd parings. I don't like Naraku or Sango really, but I thought their relationship would do well for my story. So don't get all hystericall about this.
This is a fan-fic. That means it is a fictional story written by a fan or something to complement that something. It has nothing to do with the real story.
Inuyasha, Naraku and Sango (c) Rumiko Takahashi
Enjoy! ^^
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Til death do us part: EpilougeSlowly the rubble shifted, lifting and moving, with the occasional audible curse. As the last beam dropped to the ground, Eena sat up and looked around dazedly. Her gaze finally fell upon a crimson trail of blood, twisting and turning, smeared into the dusty floorboards, until it reached a heavily cloaked figure. Between his feet it all pooled, in all it’s scarlet glory, mirroring a perfect face with cold features.Til death do us part: Epilouge
“Pradeis? Are you all right? Are you—Pradeis!” the girl lurched to her feet clumsily, clawing at the crooked beams of the roof which now made the walls. She found herself stumbling across various portraits, windows and
Living HellLiving HellLiving Hell
My burning soul that ever sleeping Now awakes, and drowns with weeping Rampant fires of rage and fear Doused in mine unstopping tears Now all that’s left is cold disdain A sick despising of my own pain Unnatural, creeping, in my mind Seeking crannies in which to hide
Now there are two, inside my heart Neither can live if torn apart. One is the feeling of sorrow great The other is of burning hate When combined they make myself But with them both, there is no health Inside my gut; it churns and dies In this putrid pit of lies &nbs
The secret project!!!!
Joy
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I hope you keep writing!
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When kids reach adolescence you should stick them in a barrel, nail the lid shut and cut them a breathing hole. When they turn 16, simply stop up the hole.
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When kids reach adolescence you should stick them in a barrel, nail the lid shut and cut them a breathing hole. When they turn 16, simply stop up the hole.
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When vacuuming, one must resist the goldfish bowl.
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