Hey! This is were your host Asagi, posts her fanfics, fanpoems, and life posts! So go have a lot of fun! Feel the IchiRuki!

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),

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The last post (right under this one) is Neccy's, she did that lovely poem, I just wanted to make that clear, also, I was joking around about hoe some writers pluk Rukia, Ichigo, etc. out of the world of Bleach and put them as normal humans that don't meet untill they're in their 20s, I was telling Set-chan about how most people that do that say Rukia is a manga artist and Ichigo is a pediatrition! A pediatrition of all things! After having a few laughs I said that I thought about wat I would do for one of those, and I said that I could start it and then wind up going back to the world of Bleach, well, I told her the jist of my ideah and she liked it, I told her that I couldn't betray the charectors and Tite Kubo by doing that, and even if I was moaraly ready to do that I couldn't because I keep retreating back to Bleach, but I got an ideah, you see, it involves Rukia in pain, Ichigo in a labcoat, a stormy night, an office, and a bed, I will pos it tomorrow, it isn't part of the writing challenge because I'm going to write it in a minute, anyway, this one will be for Set-Chan!

Who Am I?

NOTE: A poem about writers and how sometimes it's quite troublesome

Who am I,
To paint a picture,
Without using my hands?
Who am I,
To crave a diffrent kind of love,
Just to survive?
Who am I,
To cling to an imaginary reality,
Just to live?
Who am I,
To grace this world,
And give nothing in return?
Who am I,
To give you an image,
Using only empty words?
Who am I,
To play a song in your mind,
Without using an instrument,
Who am I,
To hypnitize your imagination,
And command it to consume your heart?
Who am I,
To drown you in a strange sense of passion,
And never let you go?
Who am I,
To sink into an imagenary world,
And only rise wen I feel fit?
Who am I,
To use magic to fill the emptyness of words,
And then let them haunt you?
Who am I,
To fool with your thoughts,
And pull your emotional strings?
Who am I,
To control your every thought,
Like a living puppet?
Who am I,
To do these things?
Who am I,
But a writer?