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Explosive Love in Ikebukuro. Chapter Three.I don’t remember how much time I took, kissing Izaya. All I know is that, eventually, it stopped. I sat on the couch beside Izaya. We remained silent for a moment, until I turned to him. “So, you’re being blackmailed, huh?” I asked lazily, and Izaya stiffened, looking away. “Y-yeah…” He replied. “And what happens if you don’t do as “Neo” says?” I asked, and Izaya looked down, bowing his head. His back shook, as if he were about to start crying again. “If I tell you… You might get killed…” Izaya warned. I shuffled closer to him, my right leg pressing against his left, and he looked up at me in shock. I wasn’t one to tell somebody it was all gonna be okay, but this seemed different. “Do you think I can really be killed that easily?” I asked him, but he looked away again. I sighed. This is gonna be harder than I thought…Explosive Love in Ikebukuro. Chapter Three. by Angel-Blue-Anime
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I could feel Shizu-chan’s eyes glare into the top of my head. I felt my tears roll down my cheeks, and they hit the tiles with a loud dripping noise. Why did it have to be so loud?! Why did I have to cry in front of him of all people?! I felt like some kind of sad, pathetic high-school girl! I let go of Shizu-chan’s sleeve, letting my heavy arms weigh me down by my sides. My legs were trembling… I wanted to fall down to my knees, but I would never allow myself to do that! I felt something warm under my chin, which seemed soft at first, but it grew strength as it moved, forcing me to look up. Shizu-chan used his thumb and finger to hold my chin roughly, and he looked at me quizzically.
“Why the hell is a flea like you…” Shizu-chan began as I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him. “Crying like that…?” Shizu-chan finished, his voice low.
I kept my eyes screwed shut, which allowed me to feel mys