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And to be clear, here are the couples I write for: Ichigo and Rukia (Bleach), Momo and Toshiro (Bleach), Uryuu and Orahime (Bleach), Youraweichie and Kiuske (Bleach), Kagome and Inuyasha (Inuyasha), Sango and Miroku (Inuyasha), Ayame and Koga (Inuyasha), Kagura and Seshomaru (Inuyasha), Seya and Haji (Blood), Winry and Edward (Full Metal Alchemist), Roy and Riza (Full Metal Alchemist), Naruto and Hinata (Naruto), Sakura and Sauske (Naruto), Rachel and Jimmy (Case Closed), Harly and Katie (Case Closed), Ren and Kyoko (Skip Beat!), Kenta and Karin (Chibi Vampire/Karin) Maki and Winner (Karin),

Decisions

I've decided that from now on, wen ever I post a poem instead of a story I'll post two or three poems

Casting Call

"I told you already, ughh, wat was the line again?" Rukia asked turning away from the set, "Rukia, the line is, 'Dramatizing the situation won't help,'" "Well, I think that sounds weird, how about we skip it?" "No, we can't skip it," "Why not?" "Because I'm the auther that's why not!" "So change the script!" "There is no script! This is a fanfiction! I can do watever I want to!" "Cannot!" "I can turn this into an IchiHime faster than you can blink an eye!" "You wouldn't," "Oh yes I would!" "You don't have the guts," "Um, I'm sorry, how many times have I almost killed you off? And how many times have I put the word 'suicidal' and your name in the same sentence?" "I don't no, your sentences are too long and you have horrible spelling," "I can make you kiss Kon," "How should I say the line?" "Like your talking to an Idiot," "Done, you hear that Ichigo? We both think you're an idiot!" "Shut up," now then, back to the fanfic, Rukia was getting tired of Ichigo's stupidity, "Hey!" "Shut up!" and she was becoming really annoyed, and the fact that the day was becoming more and more like a Soap Oprah wasn't helping the matter, Rukia's Strawberry necklace shimmered in the light, "Wen did I get a Strawberry necklace? And why do I have one?" "Just go with it okk?!" Jeez! Now, were was I? Oh yes, the moonlight bounced in the river's glow, it shone brillantly, like a thousand diamonds, "Ms. Asagi?" "Wat?! Wat could you possibly want Sushi?!" "I brought you your new cards," "Oh good! Is the order correct?" "How should I no? I haven't opened them yet!" "Oh, well, go get my albums, I'll start fileing wile I write, and, Suishi, dear, don't forget my checklists," "Yes, Ms. Asagi," yay! "And this is how typing errors are made," "Oh shut up Ichigo!" "Wat the- how many cards are in there?!" "A nice ammount," "Let me rephrease that, how many 100's are in there?!" "Look! I don't have any of the Bankai set
yet, so shut up! These are just my albums!" "The how many are in the package?" "One," "One?!" "Mm-hm, I got a redemption and got a free Rangiku card, platnum!" "You're rearranging all of those for one card?" "Yes, but eventually I'll have the cards," "Why am I working with you?" "Because I can turn this into a RenjiRuki faster than you can say 'Kibel'," "Why would I-" "Back on track people! This isn't a movie or book so we can't edit things out! This is a fanfiction, and if you don't obey me I will kill you," "Understood!" now, wat happened before that idiot chimmed in? "Hey!" "Shut up!" oh yes, thousand diamonds, Rukia sat on the rock next to Ichigo, "Speaking of wich, can I get up now? My legs are falling asleep," "You'll get up wen I say you can! And right now I don't care if your hole body is falling asleep! Just do it!" right, remind me to kill Ichigo after this, now look you! Oh, right, "Ichigo, I, I, need to tell you something," Well, see ya' tommorow! Maybe, "Wat?!" "My stuff finished printing so I'm going back upsairs, I'll finish this later," "But it was just getting good!" "Too bad, it'd be done by now if you two would shut up and do it right, well bye"

"I'm back!" "How could you leave us sitting on this rock all night?" "You couldn't move?" "You didn't write that we moved!" "Oh, sorry about that, but on the bright side, Bleach was great last night! Although it was really sad, hm, I think I'll write a fanfic about it," "Would you finish this one first?!" "Sorry," "Well now my entire body is sore!" "I can fix that for you!" "I don't no if I trust you," "You better! I have to hurry up so I can post this for my 500+ hits present!You two aren't cooperating!" "500? You just started this last night!" "I no, you see, I was going to post my crossovers for 500, but I decided not to because I couldn't finish them quickly enough, and so I'll just post crossovers for inbetween numbers like 600, 700, 800, 900-" "We get it, but are you telling me that you got this ideah last night?" "No, I've had it for a few days," "Then why didn't you start sooner?" "Because I het doing fanics on my laptop, they come out weird and I can't transfer files! So now I have to finish on my laptop, and retype it later because Pussycat and I are watching ShoGun, and-" "Enough! Are you going to write that we aren't sore anymore or wat?" "No, I'm gfonna put you in more pain, then fix it," "Wat?! Why?!" "You'll see! Now let's get back to the story!" "Ichigo," sorrow dripped in Rukia's voice, "Words cannot express how deeply sorry I am," "Sorry for wat?" "I can never see you again," Ichigo's eyes widened at her words, pain ripped through him like a dagger, "Ok, that hurts ya' no!?" "I'm well aware of that, Idiot, but do you have to interupt me every minute? Shut up and do wat I tell you or I'll kill you off right now! Don't try me! I can make Rukia drown you in that pound over there! Now shut up and do it!" Rukia stood up, "Thank you!" "Rukia, as much as I love you, like my owne daughter, please stop interupting! There's no WAY this'll be done anytime soon!" "Oh, sorry," "That's ok," Ichigo stood up as well, "Thank you!" "Shut up!" "Hey! Why did you tell me to shut up but you polietly told her to stop interupting!?" "Because I like her more, she's not an idiot, and she's female," "That's-" "Shut up!!!!!!!" "I don't understand," Ichigo said, "Ichigo, my brother, he," "Him again? Are you going to be Brother's Pet for the rest of your life?" The words struck Rukia, she felt as cold as ice wen he said that, "Ichigo?" she turned to face the moon, "Did I ever tell you the story about the butterfly?" "No," "There ounce was a butterfly, she loved to fly freely through the sky, but everyone hated butterflys, so she left and went to a special garden were only butterflys lived, but wat she didn't no, was that she could no longer fly free wile in that garden, she was trapped, and one day, someone let her out, but only to put her in an even smaller cage, everyday, the butterfly would be let out to stretch her wings for a few minutes, but one day, the buterfly broke her wing, and a young human came to rescue her, the butterfly was begging t fly free again, after her wing had healed, but then the butterfly was captured again and put back in the cage, the person who caught the butterfly plucked her wings, so that she could never fly again, the butterfly began to sloly die, but rtight before she did, the butterfly was rescued, and slowly her wings began to grow back, because the man who rescued the butterfly is the same one that saved her the first time, but because the butterfly spent so much time with the man, and because the butterfly's wings began to grow back, her captor became frightened, frightened that the butterfly would leave and die, so he put her back in the cage,and he wanted to clip the butterfly's wings again, but it is because he does not want the butterfly to die, and it is because of the butterfly's rescuer,that the butterfly is still alive, but the butterfly loves both of these men, so wat does the butterfly do?" "The butterfly- oh ya' no wat? This is incredably stupid! Butterfly? Come on!" "Do it Ichigo, or I will kill you off slowly and painfully," "Fine," Ichigo put a hand on Rukia's shoulder, the paiin seemed to melt away with his touch, "Hey! Hoiw come I'm still in pain?!" "Because you won't shut up!" Rukia put her hand on top of Ichigo's, and turned he head, "I think- I can't do this!" "Let's just skip to the next day!"

"Look Byakuya, I no that you don't like me and that you don't think that I can protect Rukia, but-" "Quite the opposite, I no you can protect her, probbablt better than I can, because you truly understand justice, wat is right and wrong, and you do not think twice about doing something," "Then why-" "Because, blood or not, Rukia is still my little sister, and it is still my job to protect her," "Byakuya, if I'm trusted enough to be the leader of Soul Society, then you should trust me enough to protect Rukia," "Yes, I see that now, and so, you may protecdt her, ounce again you have won, Ichigo Kurasake, and ounce again you have proved me wrong with your words," "Hey, call me brother in law!" "I rather not," "Excellent everyone! Why can't you two act like Byakuya?" "Actually, must I give in so easily?" "h forget it!"

Warning

Warning: This fanfic was the first I've written of it's kind, sorry if it's terrible, I had fun writting it and I owe the ideah to the fanfic "Wild Wild West" please read it, it's really good,

500+ Hits!!!!!

Wooooooohooooooooooo! 500+ Hits!!!! And the present isn't done yet I'm sorry! I only got the idah recently! Oh dear, I'll have to finish it up and post it, I will post it today, the problum is, I have it saved on my other computer, so, I'll figure it out, and I'll post it soon, today, I promise,

Is She Obssessed?

NOTE: IchiRuki in Rukia's POV

My heart pounds faster,
My skin grows warmwer,
My eyes become wider,
My smile increses brighter,
It's wen I'm near him,
People,
All sorts of people,
Say that all I talk about,
Are hollows,
They no,
For certain reasons,
That there's a certain reason for that,
They sometimes wounder,
"Is she obbsessed?"
But I only act like this,
To hide my true obssesion,
My absolute obbsession,
Him,
Strawberry hair,
Brownish redish eyes,
Tall stature,
Very musculer,
And as little as he shows it,
A beautiful smile,
And so I try my very hardest,
Not to let on,
To cover it up with work,
So that wen it comes to him,
No one will wounder,
"Is she obbssessed?"
It kind of hurts though,
I don't let on,
So I'll never no,
Weather or not he feels the same way,
For me,
As I do for him,
I must only wounder,
"Is he obbssessed?"