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Notes: Small Drabble ( its suppose to be short ) Its CaseyxDonnie as well. Enjoy
Declaimer: I don't own TMNT2012
He was so annoying, so rude. Just so over bearing! How could he even think for chance he could get away with anything he said for does. He didn't know when to stop talking when it was too late. He drove Donnie crazy. He tried to like him but Casey didn't make it easy.
"Maybe he is jerk because he likes you" April had suggested to him all that last night. Donnie still couldn't think she could be right.
"Raph said you would be in here" Casey says as he steps into the lab. He held small box wrapped up in newspapers. " I also heard kind of your birthday".
"Oh kind of?" Donnie starts to say as he notcies Casey. He wanted to glare at the teen but all he could do was sigh.
"Yea" Casey mutters and shoves the box in Donnie's hand.
"What's this Jones" Donnie mutters as he stares down at the box.
"You know when people have birthdays thier
Be Fearless Chapter 20 LightA/N: Ah, don’t hate me guys. I’ve never ended a story this way before. But I’ve felt this was the right ending for this one for quite a while now, and it came to me, pretty clear. So I let it be. Forgive me, it is quite bittersweet. Character death warning.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars.
But even the angriest scars faded over time,
until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all,
and the only thing that remained,
was the memory of how painful it had been.
– Jodi Picoult
Fading stalks of tall green ruffled and blew, seedy stems rustling in the breeze till it all bowed to the right. Precious, golden beams splayed the gathering gray clouds, falling over the sea of chartreuse that shivered in rhythm with the leaves trembling on their branches; in time with the beating of my heart.
Sometimes, the wind would blow and carry with it memories. I didn’
Be Fearless Chapter 19 Home~ Letting go means to come to the realization
that some people are part of your history,
but not part of your destiny. ~
– Steve Maraboli
I thought you were the dumbest idea Leonardo ever had. Well, except for the stupid spirit quest. I want to still think that. I want to hate you, because you sit there staring at me from my desk, beckoning me to come write in you. And the things that pour out of me when I pick up that damned pen… They hurt. They make me feel.
The same way he makes me… feel.
And it sucks. And I hate you. I want to scribble over the words until they can’t be read, then I want to tear out the pages and burn them to purify myself of the hell that I’ve written. That I’ve lived. That I survived. Of the wounds I still bear, and the scars I will always… feel.
This whole experience has immersed me in that ignorant four letter wor
Be Fearless Chapter 18 Heroine~ If you don’t have any shadows you’re not in the light. ~
– Lady Gaga
What was he doing? My heart clenched as Leonardo reached back, twisting his body into the launching of one katana. I dove forward, catching the weapon, ready to rush to his side and face the beast descending upon us, but Leo turned, changed his direction and charged the raging animal.
My lungs closed, my mouth hanging open, desperate to call his name, but nothing came out. My feet were moving, carrying me toward the struggle that was a flash of steel and fur, crimson of whose I could not tell.
I hate this about him. I hate it. The way he’s so damn ready to sacrifice himself, to be the damned martyr. He doesn’t even think, not for one second, that I’d rather be the dead one. Let him for once ponder the idea of being the one left behind, mourning and miserable, wishing circumstances were different and knowing, hopefully underst
Be Fearless Chapter 17 Inquiry~ Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes,
but when you look back everything is different. ~
Streaks of white-gold bled through the gaps in the trees along the river. The steady flowing water bent and curled around every stone in its depths, all the while reflecting flawless beams like its surface had been sprinkled with diamonds. Nothing could stop the flow of it, not the tree protruding from the red clay of the bank, sprawling over the center of it, nor the beaver dam just visible in the distance. Because water was flexible, it adapted, and when blocked it simply sought another path. Water in many respects was the foundation and essence of life: with it one might thrive, and without, one would surely die. I think Karai was getting there, to that place deep in oneself that could be blocked, but she was evolving, growing and looking for other ways around.
There was a clarity in the mountains that I could never find in the city. It w
I love you"Ichigo!" I yelled seeing him falling from the sky.
I ran as fast I could. I was really worried about him. When he was falling,he was covered in blood from his fight with Aizen.
I suddenly saw Aizen falling from the sky too. He too was covered in blood from his fight with Ichigo.
When I finally got to where they both fell,many Soul Reapers were surrounding both of them.
One of the many Soul Reapers that surrounded Aizen that I saw was Captain Kurotsuchi of Squad 12. And he was studying Aizen's body with his eyes.
Finally he said,
"Aizen is dead."
All the Soul Reapers,Vizards,and Ichigo's friends that heard him cheered that the war with Aizen was finally over.
I smiled as I heard those words came from his mouth. But one thing still went through my head,
"Is Ichigo okay?"
I heard myself say that and ran to where Ichigo was.
When I got there,I couldn't see him at all due to all the Soul Reapers surrounding him.
I saw Captain Ukitake leave from the group surrounding Ichigo. He walked pass
IchiRuki - Her NightmareHe looked so different; I almost couldn't tell it was him. The long, jagged black hair, the body wrapped in bandages from head to toe. No, it definitely wasn't Ichigo, it couldn't be.
But it was.
Although he looked completely different, there was one thing about him that remained the same: his eyes.
And even though I was so far away, I could still see them, illuminated with both fury and sadness.
Yes, this was Ichigo.
I knew it in my heart.
I watched as the fight between he and Aizen continued, the shockwaves from their powerful swings ricocheting through the valley and hitting every nerve in my body. It was quickly becoming clear that Ichigo's power was overwhelming his enemy, as his moves started to become slow and predictable. Within moments, the fight had ended, and Aizen's limp body lay trembling on the ground.
He did it. He actually did it.
Or so I thought
Aizen's 'lifeless' body rose, still weak from the blow it suffered. I stared intensely as I felt Ichigo's spiritual pressure