#particlevelocity

[akari-oguru]

"Since Sora-kun and Hisoka-kun are going to steal waffles, Michio-senpai, Mei, and I shall go steal people from their homes!" 

[headphones-on]

Casually walks to Michio's house with giant, can't-be-legal firework, "Oi, Big Guy. Let's go to the festival."

[candy--catnipp]

"--Oh, damn."

[taabernae]

#a kind soul in this hellish meme town

perfect representation of this oc community 

[akari-oguru]

free

It was painful.

Possibly the most painful thing she'd ever experienced. 

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't feel her arms or legs--all she could hear was the sound of her heart, thudding in her ears. It was a wet thick sound; the sound the doctors seemed most focused on. 

Please.

Her eyes fluttered closed. 

Please, just let him be okay.

She could not find anything else to be worried about, nothing could stop her from gathering all of her strength, no matter the pain. A long, bloodcurling scream was came from her mouth at the agony ripping through her thin form, and finally, with one last push, her little miracle was born. 

A cry. It sounded perfect. 

There were other noises, noises she ignored. Her head nudged an inch, small breaths parting her lips, "Lemme..." She couldn't get out her words, lids drooping. She thought it was hours before something was placed in her arms, her numb fingers touching a soft bundle of hair. 

Eyes. Her eyes.

"Oh--..." She murmured, a quivering thumb flickering over a rosy cheek. There was blood caking his golden locks, soft hazel eyes staring up at her. He was perfect, more than perfect, everything she had dreamed of. "Just like his daddy..." 

She blinked. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. 

"...hear me? Nogami-san?"

The sound of her heart was becoming duller. 

Lids drooped, lashes brushing against her cheekbones. There was a voice, a male above her, lights shining on both eyes as they attempted to force them open. Akari's form did not move, the subtle twitching of her fingers and toes the only sign of life, besides the rise of her chest. 

Oh--...

Calls of her name was given up on, bloodied-gloved hands were placed on her chest, thrusting up and down. The mask on her face fogged as the air inside of her was pushed out before filling her up once again. 

Is it really time already?

Oxygen. Unresponsive. Beep, beep, beep. 

I wanted to stay longer...

At that moment, she tried to remember all there was to her life. Mei-chan and her happiness. Sora and his smiles. Michio and their shared promise. Everyone and their bonds, the small family that was together no matter what, protected each other, cared for each other, and smiled for each other. 

 “Tell ya’ what— I’ll make ya’ a promise. I promise I’ll do my best to protect everyone and keep us together, okay?" 

This was what she was there for, wasn't she? 

And Hisoka. Her husband, the one person she had fallen in love with. Out of anyone really, she was supposed to be there for him. The light, as he called it, to guide him away from the looming darkness. And still, here she was, slipping away from him. 

In the surrounding blackness, there was the sound of boots, the shuffle of clothing, the turn of his head, and finally an emerald gaze staring at her from a distance. 

Yukio. She loved him. The snappy side of him, the frustrated side of him, the happy side of him, even the side of him that was afraid. Now, all of it was shattered into little pieces, one piece there, another somewhere else, and another located within the Soul Society. To listen to him speak, to watch him play his games, to see him cry in front of her; all of it was new experiences, things that she thought of every day. 

I'm sorry...that I couldn't keep you from falling apart. 

Unresponsive. Her heart. Beep, beep...beep. 

She couldn't see Yukio anymore. She couldn't see any of them anymore. Her child, her husband, her friends, everyone. 

I'm sorry. I can't stay anymore--...

Beep...beep...

Finally, the beating in her ears slowed, and stopped.

"...Time of death, 2:56 AM."

I'm sorry.

And then there was white. 

[headphones-on]

Fab 4 and Others: Anon Hate

Hisoka: "Have you seen my fists? They've broken Shrimp's ribs. Are ya sure ya wanna mess with me?" 

Yukio: "Invanders Must Die," -saves anons in PSP- "Think I'll keep them there for a while..." 

Akari: "Hate? What's there to hate? All we do is paperwork...which I have yet to start on." 

Sora: -grabs baseball bat- "Really?...Really?" 

Tsu&Gin/Mommy and Daddy: -tangos over anon's face-

Mei: "I assume Yukio-sama has already taken care of it?"

Michio: "We have hate? Holy shit we must be quality." 

Hitsugaya: "Childish. Am I really surrounded by such idiots?" 

[smiling--big]

"Hayashi-saaan~!" 

[goonken]

particle-velocity controlling-gravity

Nearly bumps into.

[soulblazed]

Fab 4: Getting "The Talk"

The Fab 4 is a group filled with adolescences, which gives Papa and Mama an appropriate reason to give the youngsters "The Talk." Yes, the talk. Do I need to go into explanation on what the talk is? NO I DON'T.

Ginjo: Kids, sit your asses down.

Tsuki: Ginjo, you have to be gentler with the children.

Ginjo: Kids, can you please sit your asses down?

[ // Fab 4 + Yukio & Hitsugaya walk in and take a seat ]

Tsuki: Okay, we have something super important to talk about.

Ginjo: We're gonna teach ya about sex.

Tsuki: Ginjo!

Yukio: I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

Yukio: [ // turns on music really loud and starts playing on his PSP ]

Hitsugaya: No. 

Hitsugaya: [ // crosses arms and closes eyes; fairly interested even when refusing ] 

Mei: . . . Sex?

Akari: CAPTAIN HITSUGAYA! I'LL TAKE NOTES FOR YOU!

Hisoka: WHAT. THE. FUCK? HELL NO.

Hisoka: [ // gets up, punches wall, exits. ]

Sora: . . .[ // skates through the hole Hisoka made as he leaves ]

Michio: [ // is downstairs in the kitchen, eating the bread Mei was going to eat later ]