Little Shop of Horrors: Crossover Style! Ch. 2 by moonlitinuyasha1985, literature
Literature
Little Shop of Horrors: Crossover Style! Ch. 2
Little Shop of Horrors
Chapter Two: Enter Eureka II
(I do not, nor will I ever, own Eureka 7, One Piece, Bleach, Naruto, and Little Shop of Horrors. They belong to Studio Bones, Eiichiro Oda, Tite Kubo, Masashi Kishimoto, and Warner Brothers.)
Business at Caesar Clown's Flower Shop was going rather slowly, this day. In fact...there were no customers at all. Caesar, Eureka, and Renton waited around the shop in order to pass the time, yet no customers came into the shop.
"This is RIDICULOUS!!" Caesar roared. "If our plants won't bring in customers, WHAT WILL?!"
Renton sighed as he swept the floor. That was when Eureka thought up of an id
"...Am I dead? Well, I don't remember this happening the last time I died, so I guess I'm not. It's dark and a little creepy. I would say I'm floating, but I can't tell, seeing as how it's dark, as I said before. I want my family, my dog, my friends, Virginia, Cree, Kayla, and Bianca. I want Aneko, Rikuto, Haruna, Miyoko, Hinamori, and all I've known. I want Toshiro. More then anything, I want to go back and mess around with him, like we used to. Though, it seems that I can't do that while I'm here. But, wait a minute. I'm not in body, but I can sense it's moving. How can it be moving without me in it?! I can't seem to get back in control. So
"...What's going on? Why does Kenta know some of things he does? It's not in the records or any of his hand-made documents, so it's not possible. But then, how on Earth was he capable to teach himself all the things he knows? At the moment I don't know myself, but as this fight continues I'm gonna figure it out no matter what. And that's a promise. But, while my head is rapped around that, I have a feeling that something bad is gonna happen soon. As my heart beats wilder with every thrust of my blade, I'm starting to feel darkness. And I have a feeling that it wants to get out very soon..."
December 7th
SOUL SOCIETY
Mariya's Perspective
Tos
"...Ok, I really don't know what to say at the moment. I mean, these people want me to challenge the best student of the day to a duel. Dude, I just woke up from the side effects of a duel, and you know what, I really don't feel like going back to squad 4, even though Captain Unohana is nice. But, still, somewhere, I keep hearing myself, trying to push me to fight. And, this feeling gets stronger with every minute I can't answer my squad. So, unless I want to be completely corrupted by this feeling, I'd probably say yes fast. Then again, if I do that, I have a feeling that it's going Kenta's sneer I 'll be seeing for about five minutes, clash
M.S.A.A. BLEACH pt. 19 by Serene-SimpliciT, literature
Literature
M.S.A.A. BLEACH pt. 19
"...Ok, who would of guessed that of all people, I would be the one training people older than me to become invisible and create barriers out of thin air? Well, that can be answered easily with, well, no one. But that won't stop me. I'll try my hardest to explain it to my squad. There's three problems though. For one, I'm pretty bad at explaining things. But who knows, maybe my smart tongue will return like it did during my return speech. Though, there's the other thing bothering me. Since Toshiro told me that Kuchiki was right about what happened at our duel, I've felt off. Like something is keeping me from thinking clearly. And last, it's K
Name: Bronnk Ro
Nickname(s): The Patient Bull; the Wiseman; the Horns of Barracuda; the Advisor
Age: 1372
Sex: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Species: Arrancar
Former Classification: Vasto Lorde
Alliance: Octavo Espada
Aspect of Death: Relinquishment
Privilege: La Tierra Baldía (The Wasteland)
Appearance: The oldest Espada—perhaps the most ancient Arrancar in Hueco Mundo—carries with him a legend of perseverance, self-discovery, and wisdom that brought him to the position that he holds today. Bronnk Ro, born in the World of the Living over a millennium ago, was one of those lucky souls who led their
There is nothing more rancid than a bone-dry mouth, parched of water with a sunbaked tongue. It is a thing that bears a man bare; his pride, his connection to the beast of self-worth, with its all-encompassing hunger to prove that he is better than the circumstance, is stripped of its teeth and left to fend for itself in the sweating, oppressive drowning of biological needs.
Thirst is a thing that cannot be ignored, not even by a Shinigami.
The 'Puppeteer' buried the tip of his index finger in the sand, carving a swirling canyon into the orange dune beneath him. He could feel the sweltering grains shuffle beneath his nail. They separated