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[07-GHOST] [DRABBLE]

"I don't want you going back there," Her father said sternly, and Eve's bright smile dimmed.

"But, Fathe-" She began pleadingly.

"You'll distract him from his work," The man said in exasperation, eyes still focused on the report he had been handed, "Why this obsession with Verloren, anyway?"

The girl blinked, her reply coming swifter than her father would have liked, "Because he's interesting. And fun."

"I'm sure that you'd find better conversations with Mikhail or Samael," The man drawled, "I don't want you to go getting in the way of his work."

Her face falling, Eve opened her mouth to respond, but Father had already turned away and back to one of his assistants (Azazael? Azrael? Something like that), signalling a clear end to their discussion. Sighing, the young goddess bit her lip. What could she do to persuade him?

Father was such a blockhead, sometimes.

Still, her face brightened, maybe she'd find Verloren. He'd know what to do, and if not, then it would be another day happily wasted.

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Hate [07-GHOST] [DRABBLE]

Fact: if there was anything else that Weisheit Krom Raggs hated more than (any type of) coffee and paperwork, then it was God.

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He hated coffee.

It was no secret- if he ever had to get caffeine into his system, then tea was fully the way to go (all of his assistants knew that). He couldn't stand the brown stuff; it was far too bitter and unpalatable unless you poured in enough sugar that it became a sickly mess. No thank you very much.

He hated paperwork, too. With a passion. He had nightmares about the damned sheets upon sheets of neatly printed paper. And the thing was, they never seemed to end. With one completed batch of paperwork, came another, and then another, and then another. Oh the horror.

It was worse than coffee, and that was saying something.

But perhaps most surprisingly of all (not that hating paperwork, or coffee for that matter, could ever be surprising- honestly, he had no idea how anyone withstood the bitter beverage), and also above all, he hated God.

That was abrupt, wasn't it?

Well, it never manifested anyway, really- it had little chance to. Mostly, it was just a quiet, cold resentment underlying all his other emotions.

He hated the Chief of Heaven.

That was one of the only truths in his life that Krom could say he fully believed in.

The God who had stolen not only one, but both, of his brothers from him. Snatched Krowell away when he had been but a child, taken and marked Kruez for his own not long later- and left Krom with nothing

The God who sat on his cold throne and watched uncaringly from his seat in the heavens.

Logically, he knew there was no reason for his loathing.

It still existed, anyway.

But perhaps- and it was a very slight, very slim "perhaps", it wasn't so much his resentment at the Chief. It was his painful resentment at himself.

At his helplessness as he had watched his family being slowly torn apart at the seams.

And maybe that was also why, when his blood ran on the cold marble, and dried a brittle brown, and when consciousness was fading into enveloping black- he only smiled, and gazed with a multitude of emotions into the pale amethyst eyes which never left his own.

So this was his redemption.

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FanFiction

Via Character

Eve - 07-GHOST

Krom Raggs - 07-GHOST

Verloren - 07-GHOST

Gakupo - Vocaloid

Megurine Luka - Vocaloid

Via Title

Via Category

07-GHOST

Synchronicity - Vocaloid

Via Ship

07-GHOST - Verloren x Eve

Vocaloid - Gakupo x Luka

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Unforgettable - Gakupo x Luka [Synchronicity] [DRABBLE]

He meant nothing to her. Nothing.

But perhaps she was more afraid that -she- meant nothing to -him-.

Their association had been nothing more than a mutual agreement- a one night stand which had turned into casual arrangement.

She remembered the way their sweat slicked bodies had intertwined in ecstasy, the way his arms had wrapped around her in their gentle caress- the way he would utter her name as if it was something beautiful and precious and fragile.

He was a traitor, a heretic guilty of high treason against his country- it warranted nothing less than capital punishment, and she would without fail bring him to justice.

So what was this, then? This treasonous voice in her mind which begged her not to and screamed it's pain and heartbreak.

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"I am a priestess. Before being myself, I am a priestess who administers the cult of the dragon."

And yet.

And yet...

This ache in her heart remained, pulsating and ceaseless, an immutable emptiness there which could not be filled.

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Request Rules

:P Please do request and prompt me for fanfiction; it depends a lot, but requested fics will usually be completed within a span of a week to a few months. =) Once you're familiar with this page, then pop into my ask. \o/

Currently, I'm feeling inspired to write for Bleach; if you request a fic from me in that particular fandom, then chances are it'll be completed more speedily. ^^

Naturally, outside the list below, there are other fandoms I'll write for but perhaps forgot to put in. Just send me an ask and I'll see what I can do. :3

- list of fandoms I write for -

First Tier -

Bleach 07-GHOST Naruto Gundam 00 Keys to the Kingdom (Garth Nix) Inception

Second Tier -

Les Miserables Alex Rider Harry Potter Lord of the Rings Loveless Star Wars Fate/Zero Hikaru no Go Studio Ghibli (pretty much any/everything made there :3)

Third Tier - note - I wouldn't necessarily write these on a whim but they're not unmanageable

Cardcaptor Sakura Gakuen Alice Death Note Code Geass Ouran High School Host Club Fruits Basket Full Metal Alchemist The Girl who Leapt through Time

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Japan. :3

EDIT - heh, though nowadays Sweden comes a close but not that close second.