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For rest of the meme, I bring a fic just written and uncorrected. This time I have fulfilled my purpose of non-standard sheet spend my word, but it has not gone too long, thank goodness. And I've always realized that, in these things, I write in this. I'm intrigued. A lot. Reborn KHR-It, "because today I stuck reading binge, and I have already put almost a day and I met a character I really like. It is an unfortunate, but there's that. (Although I discovered that what I mean by "hugging" is translated fandonilmente for "rapeable" D:) Spoilers through chapter 284, because that's when the character appears, Ma s nothing. Oh, and I'll post it also for the community. But as I think I have no one friend there, I suppose that nothing happens?
inches are picked up from the ground. Hands first, so, so, sitting carefully, and you're face to face with asphalt again. He stares for a few seconds more than necessary, while a little runny nose. Or has it been this time the lip?
cares.
always the same dark red, and always knows just as bad.
Although today is clouded eyes. Blinks, without understanding. One of the tears on her lashes were lost tightrope walk.
Oh.
She bites her lip, not to throw any sob. Blood is disgusting, but who cares. A bit lame walking, and amused.
Here we go again. Silently, silently, no one will realize that your eyes shine a little and you have the desire to mourn knotted at the throat. Prefer not to be the opposite and still be just so dry, it hurts less. That if there are no tears, no more damage inside.
and out and not care.
When heard calling (
"Enma ...? Enma, wait, I'll walk
), slows down a little step. Just come across it, it has been flip. The gesture has lost a little, but prefers to wait for that laugh that seems to live in the throat of the other questions anything.
Do not look, it's like getting better.
still staring at his shoes. What happened? Nothing. All that's nothing. ... I guess not. What then? Whatever. But it hurts ... it hurts a lot? No.
And they sink the conversation. Enma glances only to feel a tap on the back of his hand. Lately he has taken to do that. Want to look like accidents, and knows not hide. What
is rare.
lips curve although it opened the wounds again.
A bit like me.
Almost, almost likes him.
- Have you passed the desire to mourn? "You see the head again, smiling.
- ... How?
Flashes. Twice. If there are no tears, no nothing inside. Dry, burned. In ashes.
may not have seen them.
can not know what you burn. -N-nothing, "Nerves do stumble. He laughs a little. Of himself. Forget it.
-Oh.
I help you with that? "Hm? A walking, limping. I'm fine.
clear. Silence returns to boycott the conversation.
And although he has said that nothing happens, one hundred and three steps later Enma is dropped, without warning, on his shoulder. Is tired of being compensated choke with tears, shattered inside to indulge, or not give it to anyone, and then you know the mouth of vinegar.
So there is the quirk of being helped to walk. Both of the catches by surprise. The jerk who gives Tsuna destabilize ends.
Before you know it is face to face against the ground. Again.
Tsuna apology rises to three hundred per second. He has a hand in a hurry, and he agrees with one of his skinned. Not that it hurts all to join.
- How have you noticed? "I asked, once stood. What they wanted to mourn.
"Because ... because, well, I see smiles, embarrassed, and scratching the bridge of the nose. It seems you do not know how say. I always happens.
"You're not the only vulnerable here." Enma
flashes. Three times before to laugh, softly. Scraping, as always. Almost
carefully. It's nice, why not say Tsuna.
Wait, I'll help. No need. Are you sure? Sure. Ah, that's not you ever want to fall. Hm. What does that mean, Emma? ... Emma?
He pats to know if you are listening. In hand.
And when he comes back, inertia of surprise makes it wobble to one side. Enma again laughing. Strong, with enthusiasm. How strange is
, which makes swallowing apathy at a time, with all the blood of the lip, and do not feel bad.
