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Disclaimer: Rin, Sesshoumaru and all other characters from Inuyasha belong to Rumiko Takahashi and the other various entities involved with the production of the manga and anime. I do not profit from this piece, nor is any copyright infringement intended by it. In the End Once upon a time, in a desolate forest far, far away, lived a prince who was not all that he seemed.  At first glance, one could easily be lulled into a false sense of security around him.  He was tall, smart, well-spoken, incredibly powerful and deceptively handsome.  His features were fine and regal; skin and hair as pale as snow.  His voice was deep and soft, almost soo

Disclaimer: Rin, Sesshoumaru and all other characters from Inuyasha belong to Rumiko Takahashi and the other various entities involved with the production of the manga and anime. I do not profit from this piece, nor is any copyright infringement intended by it. Dolls He loved his dolls. Handcrafted works of porcelain and glass dressed in tiny, yet elaborate kimonos adorned his walls.  Like clockwork, Sesshoumaru commissioned them—a new beauty every year on the anniversary of her death. His collection neared one thousand. This year’s piece was different.  This masterpiece would prove to be the jewel of his collection; all ot

Disclaimer:  Alucard, Integra and all other characters of Hellsing are the property of Kouta Hirano and the various agents responsible for the production of the manga and anime.  I do not profit from this piece nor is any copyright infringement intended. **** Hell Hath No Fury God, how he loved to torment her. Unable to engage in activities more befitting a nosferatu, Alucard settled for filling his days—rather his nights—for the smaller pleasures he could find in life.  Watching the muscles twitch in her forehead ever so slightly as her eyes narrowed to slits, fists and jaw clenching tightly as her rage grew, held strange fas

Disclaimer: Rin, Sesshoumaru and all other characters from Inuyasha belong to Rumiko Takahashi and the other various entities involved with the production of the manga and anime. I do not profit from this piece, nor is any copyright infringement intended by it.            Home            Pride            Dignity            Freedom It took less than a day for them to strip away everything she ever had----all that she had worked so hard to obtain---gone. The dream, her beloved “American Dream,” fluttered away like dust in the arid Arizona wind. Rin stared at the ground, trying desperately to divine a great truth from the col

My Aphrodite My Aphrodite Is the most beautiful woman I know Eyes of brown, hair like the night My heart betrays me every moment of every day For I lose myself at her sight    My Aphrodite Picks flowers to give to me And dances in the rain And even after all I've put her through She never has complained    My Aphrodite Loves with everything she has Never holding back Some days I wonder what life would be like If I could feel like that    My Aphrodite Longs to feel the warmth of my touch The beating of my heart And my Aphrodite would wait forever If I'd only let her play that part  

The air of this night . . .                               Hot . . . humid . . . positively stifling . . .                    Even the stars and the moon refuse to shine tonight. I feel like I am suffocating in my own skin.            It matters not what I do.  Nothing brings relief to my mind. I watch you from beyond the flickers of the campfire.         Your eyes burn my skin; bore holes through my flesh, piercing my very soul. After all these years, why do you ignore me now?                 Why must you incessantly haunt me, torment me? Why will you not speak to me?          Your voice echoes in my mind . . . I can

 Something is here. It was brief, a mere hint of a shadow darting by in the corner of his eye.  Nevertheless, he was certain that someone----something----lurked behind him. There it is again. Sesshoumaru quickly turned his head, following the dark shape, hoping to catch a glimpse of the entity hiding in his wake.  To his surprise and befuddlement, however, he saw nothing. So, it presumes to hide . . . a futile act. He closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, scenting the air.  Whatever this was, it could not hide from him.  If it was truly as close as Sesshoumaru thought it was, he would undoubtedly be able to smell it, though

He never could stand to see her in pain. He never could stand to see her cry. And when he could stand no more, the wounds too much for even him to bear, he found solace in the knowledge that she was safe. With the last of his strength, he raised a hand to brush the tears from her cheeks and, for the first time in centuries, smiled a weak, but genuine, smile. Too weary to linger, his amber eyes slowly shut. Soon all he knew was the peace of his sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That night, the rain fell in torrents, masking the tears of a young woman mourning the man who should have lived for a millennium . . . t