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Username: l Sailor Diamond l

Summary: A little girl goes insane and is haunted by her evil creation.

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Be wary of the shadows.

The existence of a certain child, one who would live forever in agony, has become a fearful thing. You may have met her. She may have grazed you as she walked away. You probably didn’t notice her. Her name is unknown, but her legend will live on forever. This child, who was once one full of innocence and happiness, had everything taken from her. She was hurt. She grew angry. She changed. The story of this child is not only haunting, but quite unfortunate.

She was taken from her home. She was locked up in a room. She was beaten, tortured, and emotionally tormented. Weeks passed. Every day pain would take on a new method of enveloping her soul. She lost hope, and eventually she simply grew angry. “Why? Why are they doing this to me? What did I do? Somebody…please.” Every day she would think the same things to herself. One day, someone replied. “Because nobody loves you. Nobody has ever loved you. Nobody has ever tried to help you. You are alone. You were alone. I am here for you now, but we are on our own.” She looked up, but no one was around. Everything was going on in her head. “Don’t be afraid. I am your friend. I live within you. We will no longer have to suffer as long as you let me help you. Lend me your body, and I will grant you freedom. You will never again have to feel this kind of pain.” Darkness. Next thing the child knew the men who took her were sprawled out on the floor in front of her, soaked in blood. She was free from her confines, and the men were dead. She didn’t understand how it happened, all she could hear was someone telling her to run away. So she did.

As the days went by the child survived off of thievery and darkness. She relied on the shadows in order to live. She only functioned by nighttime, and during the day she would return to hiding. Every day that passed her “friend” would try to take over, tormenting her in any way possible in order to break her. Every day she would struggle with herself in order to stay sane. She never understood what she had done, and she could not see the evil that root itself in her mind, denying light. Every day she would find herself waking to blood. The voice in her head would always say the same thing. “Run.” She grew tired of running, grew weary of never understanding what was going on around her. She was afraid of what she had become. A year had passed since she escaped, and almost 2 years had passed since she was captured. She couldn’t even remember who her family was. She was so young, and yet had already been surrounded by death to the point where the sight of blood was as common as water. She suffered alone, and the voice in her head only became more aggressive as time passed on.

One day, she saw someone she had seen before. It was a flyer. It was her. Her family still hadn’t given up looking for her. She felt an overwhelming feeling of hope, and looking at herself from 2 years ago she was reminded of a happy childhood and of a peaceful life. But not for long. As her emotions overwhelmed all her senses, her “friend” interfered. “You are being pathetic. You really think they are still looking for you? Do you think they still love you? If they loved you they would have never let any of this happen to you! Don’t be foolish! I am your only friend! You need me to survive! You think they will take you back if they knew what you have done?! You will get taken again! You will be hurt again! No one has ever been there for you like I have! You are weak! Lend me your body! I will make everything right again!”

“Please. No. You’ve done enough. I don’t want anyone else to die.”

“Foolish child. It is no longer up to you. I am stronger, and you are nothing. Your body will now be my vessel. They will all die!”

As all this was going through her head, the only thing the child could see in the darkness was an image of her family, happily smiling at her, beckoning for her to return. She was not going to lose them too. She took a piece of broken glass from the place she had stolen from and stabbed herself.

“You no longer have a vessel! I will not let you take them too!” She cried in agony as she repeatedly tore her insides until she could no longer hold the shard.

Darkness enveloped her.

“Foolish child. Now you will be cursed to live with me forever. You will never escape.”

Death.

It is now said that you can see the child, perpetually arguing with herself, walking among the shadows. You may have seen her. She may have grazed you as she walked away. Always being tormented. Forever suffering and fighting her bloodthirsty nature. She will live for eternity among the shadows, surrounded by an overwhelming sense of despair, and while you are reading this, her story will once again acknowledge her existence, that of a child who lost everything. Be wary of the shadows. Her “friend” still lusts for blood. Don’t let her find you.

Username: Sailor Uranus Haruka

Summary: Samples from harukas diary. One not too long before the Royal wedding, and one after the brake up between her and Michiru.

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Excerpts from the Diary of Haruka Tenoh:


To the King and Queen of the Moon (Wedding toast)

Usagi. You finally did it.
After years of picking on you for you lack of princess ship
I mush say you have become a magnificent Queen.
And to see the two of you together I see no doubt that it was meant to be.

Dimande. I must admit when I first saw you I had my doubts about you.
However you are a good man and will be an amazing King.

May the future hold your happiness,
May the future hold your health.
May your heart hold your love,
and may your arms hold your babies, yet to come.
Here’s to your future happiness together!

To the King and Queen of the Moon!


Earth Quaking, World Shaking

Winds of change are blowing again,
Blowing at you and me.
It moved me from the place I stood,
By my maiden of the sea.

Earth Quaking, World Shaking.

Now nothing is where it should be.
My paths no longer strait.
The rush of wind’s a rolling sea,
Stopping me like a gate.

Earth Quaking, World Shaking.

Now the wind becomes the sea,
Even the smallest breeze.
I can not fight yet can not see,
My Maiden of the deep.

Earth Quaking, World Shaking.

Your hair is like the soft sea weed,
Your eyes the brightest deep.
And in the waters you command,
My love you never weep.

Earth Quaking, World shaking.

But the wind’s a rolling sea now,
And I hear it in the breeze.
The speed that kept free now,
Wants to enslave me.

Earth Quaking, World shaking.

Deep Submerge is where I am now,
Drowning in what makes me me.
Through all this time I wish I’d be found,
By my maiden of the sea.

Earth Quaking, World Shaking.
Save me.

“Excerpts from the Diary of Haruka Tenoh:” was written as a means to show the high point and low point of Haruka’s life before the gemstone wars began. She took both the marriage and her own brake up to heart and it reflected in her writing. It should be noted that she doesn’t write poetry much so flaws in the fourm of it could be excused.


“To the King and Queen of the Moon (Wedding Toast)” is pretty self explanatory. Haruka speaks about her thoughts on the Wedding of Queen Usagi and King Dimande and wishes them well in there new rolls and new family life.

“Earth Quaking, World Shaking” was written as a means to express the heart brake felt by Haruka Tenoh as she and Michiru Kaioh broke up. There is heavy reference to their areas of influence used as wind and sea describe the turmoil felt. Even with out mentioning a person by name it is easy to see who is speaking and who is described as the person described with ‘Hair like soft seaweed’ and ‘Eye the brightest deep’ is also called the maiden of the sea. The repetition of the phrase ‘Earth Quaking, World shaking’ is not only a reference to Uranus’s most common attack but also could be seen as what her emotional world is like as these to are so closely connected.

Username: Rei Torano

Summary:Kaldur doesn't wake up with the others. Instead he's stuck in that simulation reliving it over again until they bring him out of it almost two weeks later. It's changed them and him. The Aftermath of that exercise has left some damage.

Work: ((Cit: Taken from her fanfiction: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7524875/1/Damage ))


She cannot handle this. Ever since his return, his mind is broadcasting everything. No, that's not right. She just happens to hear it most often when he's asleep-if he's able to sleep more than a few minutes.

When he does sleep, it's nightmares. Nothing but horrible images that keep flooding her mind almost nightly right before she throws up her barriers and seals up her mind tightly for the night so she doesn't hear or see them.

They're always horrible. Always ghastly.

It always breaks her heart when she hears his echoing cries in those dreams she's not suppose to know about. It hurts worse because it's all her fault.

If she hadn't forgotten it was only a training exercise, then maybe..maybe he wouldn't have to suffer like this.

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Almost two weeks since he's returned and things are eerie. Well, eerie for Wally, to be honest. He's used to not hearing his voice but that was usually because he's used to him being calm and nearly relaxed. But this silence wasn't anything like that. Out of the corner of Wally's eyes, he can see him tense at every sound, at every move-imagined or not- and the movement of his hands to grab a weapon, something, to defend himself with.

Even though it's safe. He's safe. Everyone was safe and alive.

Wally wonders when that look will go away. He wonders when he'll ever hear him speak and not have his voice fill with tension and urgency.

Like it's the last time they'll ever hear him.

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Conner doesn't say anything. Honestly, he doesn't know what to say to make this situation better. He tells M'gann that it's not her fault. That she's still in training like everyone else. That it was an honest mistake.

But he sees him. Walking around the base as if expecting something to come at him. It's obvious what this is. His mind has the textbook knowledge of what this is a symptom of, but it doesn't say how to make it better.

So he doesn't do anything. He doesn't make any sudden movements when they're not in training. He makes enough noise so that the other knows he's there and won't be taken by surprise.

He remembered what happened last time that occurred.

Conner simply is at a loss of what to do now.

Selfishly, he hopes it'll resolve itself someway.

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Artemis knows logically, it is not her fault. None of this is her fault. How he ended up like..that.. isn't her fault either. She's been told this before by others- Wally, M'gann, Black Canary to name a few- but she can't help but feel that it is.

She died. It had changed everything.

It changed everyone completely. Including him more so because he had been stuck. At least that's what she heard. Stuck in that world?

She may have not been there for all of it, but she remembers what little she did see and thinks it's horrific enough. Though Robin told her it was much worse.

She can't imagine being stuck in a world like that- even if it's in your own mind- for two and a half weeks in real time. Who knows how long it's been there?

Her guilt shows every time she sees him flinch even at an accidental brush of the shoulder or arm in the hallway. Like touching another person was a shock. It shouldn't be, but then again...

When was the last time he's ever been hugged?

Artemis's mind shies away from that path of complications and settles only on the one they had now. The one dealing with him still leading. Still acting as he 'usually' does but so much more reserved.

More stiff, as if relaxing for just even a moment would be a problem or lead to some disaster. She wonders a little, while watching him in his usual spot near the door, if he even sleeps.

She wants to make this right. To make this better because it's actually really painful to watch. It's been nearly a month.

And she hasn't seen him smile once.

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Robin normally doesn't have to be on his guard. Normally when he's with them, he can relax and have some fun. But that changed. Everything changed.

At least when he's there it is. It's like someone threw a blanket or something over a lamp and it's dim with a weak source of light coming from somewhere.

He doesn't like it. It's simply not normal. It's not-!

Robin watches him, being more careful than he had been before. That was a mistake last time. Robin hadn't been prepared for it when he suddenly came up on him and nearly gotten killed because he had startled him badly.

Robin was just lucky that his training kicked in and saved his hide, but it was a rather keen reminder to everyone that he wasn't normal. He wasn't himself.

Actually, what punctured this was a mission. It was a simple mission really and everything had been going smoothly until the criminals got in the way-but that was alright. They were trained to handle this.

However, Artemis got hurt. Robin has never, in all the time he's known him, seen such a display of ruthless power as he did then.

Water, he knew from first hand experience, was dangerous all on it's own. Water controlled by someone was even more so.

He was certain that Artemis and Kid Flash were having flashbacks of their own water issues when the manipulated liquid surrounded the criminals and simply encased them.

"Aqualad." That shaky voice was not his. No, it can't be. It had to be stronger because someone has to be able to stop this before he kills them. "Aqualad! Stop it!"

"Why?" He's never heard this before. Aqualad was usually the one to be reasonable. Logical even, in times like these. He was the one that usually talks others out of doing something ridiculously stupid.

This simply, wasn't right.

"Artemis is fine. Everyone is." Miss Martian had said, "You don't need to-"

"It would be best to stop it here before it gets worse." There was no infliction in his voice as they watched the bodies stop struggling for air. "People would be safer."

"But that's not what we're about." Kid Flash found his own voice in this, "You know that. We..We don't kill."

"You do not." Came the reply but nevertheless, he turned, the tattoos stopped glowing and bodies hit the ground without much care.

"Miss Martian, KF, Are they?"

"They'll be fine." Miss Martian informed him, "Just..unconscious."

From that, Robin knew his friend was far more dangerous than he let on.

More then that...

Robin knows there's really nothing he can do without a little help.

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They haven't moved or spoken in the past twenty minutes since he's arrived. Of course, if Robin calls for something that's not stupid, it's a rarity. Especially with how serious he sounded.

He knows about this. He just never thought it was to this extent. He would've never imagined Kaldur of all people ending up like this.

"Got another one?" A webbed hand was reaching out for a pack. "I am out."

Roy snorts but passes it over to him along with a lighter, "Those things will kill you one day."

"Something will eventually." He's been doing this for the past few days. Something that took the edge off of being here. Being expected to be normal. He lights it and takes a deep drag before slowly letting the smoke filter out of his mouth, "It has not stopped you."

"Point."

Again they lapse into silence, watching the night sky as if nothing outside their little world existed. They went on like this for another ten minutes before he spoke up again.

"It was..madness." He puts the butt out and reaches for another one, "Even though I know it is not real, it felt real. Everything just..."

He stops, his hand is shaking and those light colored eyes seem to be off somewhere. Looking at something else, "She kept crying."

"Who did?" Roy's voice is quiet. He's watching him very carefully.

"A girl. She looked like Artemis only..." He trials off, forgetting he's even holding the cigarette in his hand, "She was so scared. We all were. We... At first, I did not wish to join them. I tried to stop them countless times before. The enemy, it just..."

He doesn't know when his eyes started to sting or when silent tracks of tears fell from them. All he could hear were the sounds of screams. The sounds of people praying to their gods that never answered, of children crying , of mothers being unable to cope.

Of the world falling down around him because he couldn't save anyone.

Not even her.

"I killed her, Roy." His voice was thick. "I killed her because it was easier then to go through that again. Then to hear that..." He trails off as a choke sob weedles it's way out of his throat, "Poseidon, what have I done? What have I done?"

Even though Roy's pulled him close and is hugging him, he can still hear Kaldur muttering mournfully about what he did in that 'dream world'. He can feel him shake with the force of emotions that he's sure Kaldur's kept bottled inside.

Roy says something soft and quiet once, twice, again and again until Kaldur stops shaking. Until his sobs quieten down and ceased to be, leaving only the tears to dry up and stop. He honestly doesn't know how good he is with this, but he has a feeling that at the end, he'll be an expert.

In the end, though, he makes the decision for them all and simply takes Kaldur back home with him. He's under no illusions that this will be easy. In fact, he expects this to be difficult.

But at least there, Roy can keep an eye on him and help him back towards a something stable enough to function. He has no delusions that Kaldur will go right back to normal.

After all that and everything else in their lives, he doubts any of them will be 'ok' when they get older.

He sure as hell isn't but if he could help his friend even a little bit, then it would be worth it.

Username: Soin Aino

Summary: Just a quick fanfic. Shizuo accidentally kills Izaya. Durarara fic.

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Shizuo hadn't meant to hurt him. Actually, he had meant to hurt him, but he didn't think he could actually do it. Aside from Simon, that sushi loving, gentle giant of a Russian, Izaya was the only other person he seriously believed couldn't be harmed.

Izaya was a creep, instigator, dirty rotten trouble maker, and above all else a dangerous person to get mixed up with. Shizuo had hated him since the day he laid eyes on him in high school. The feeling was mutual, of course, and Izaya only felt the compulsive need to intentionally grate on his short fuse. In general, they just hated each other with a passion.

No matter how much Shizuo hated that man, even he couldn't bring himself to believe that he deserved to be in the hospital, hooked up to all those machines. It was just too unreal.

"You just had to piss me off, didn't you?" Shizuo asked the motionless figure in the bed. He passed a hand through his blonde hair, fidgeting. An unlit cigarette hung loosely in his mouth. The last thing he wanted right now was to get yelled at for smoking in a hospital. He spoke to Izaya with a mix of disdain for the man and regret for what had happened. "I ******** hate you."

Shizuo didn't like violence. Perhaps he was violence itself, but he really hated that part of him. The inhuman strength he gained when he was angry had hurt a lot of people before. He wasn't really proud of it, but he couldn't stop it either. There were only a handful of people in Ikebukuro who he couldn't hurt, including Izaya.

Until now.

Izaya thought it would be funny to mess with him. It was the usual, "Hey! Here I am to piss you off~ Come and get me~" cat and mouse routine.

"IIIIII-ZAAAAAA-YAAAAA KUUUUUUN!" Shizuo had yelled. They were near one of the main streets in Ikebukuro. People stopped to watch as the familiar scene played out. Shizuo grabbed the largest, and closet object he could find and flung it at the dark haired man.

Izaya moved out of the way, laughing insanely. "Your aim is a little off Shizu chan~"

Shizuo growled as loud as he could. Adrenaline pumped through his system, triggered by his anger. He blindly lifted another huge object – a vending machine this time, and threw it. People scattered out of the way like little frightened animals.

Izaya grinned and moved out of the way again. He was enjoying their farce; he always had. It was clear in his sharp eyes. He pulled out a set of knives and expertly threw them at the blonde man. One tore through the fabric on the shoulder of his trademark bartender uniform, two missed, and the fourth tore through the skin on his cheek, narrowly missing his earlobe.

Izaya smirked and took off down the street. The other took hold of a yield sign. It bent in his hand as he uprooted it from the concrete. Shizuo chased after him and threw it like a spear. Izaya ducked into an alley before it could impale him.

The dark haired man was fast, and sly. He always was. That was part of the reason Shizuo didn't think he could ever hurt him. Izaya was invincible, in his own way. He'd managed to hit him with a vending machine once before, and he'd survived with hardly any damages.

Thinking back on it now, maybe a semi truck was too much. Even for the invincible.

Shizuo wasn't thinking. There was hardly any room for thought when he was focused on killing Izaya. Their fight continued as it always did. Izaya constantly stayed just out of reach, and Shizuo ended up with mostly cuts and scratches. The city often ended up with more damage than either of them.

"Get out of my town!" He yelled, stalking the other man into the street. Izaya laughed in response, just pissing him off further.

Shizuo grabbed the only thing he could find in heavy traffic; a semi truck. Ok, so it probably wasn't the only thing, but it was the closest thing he could get his hands on. He lifted it above his head, the weight of it straining his body. The driver bailed instantly.

With a loud growl, the powerful blonde hurled the massive vehicle. It would have missed to other man completely if the trailer hadn't flipped over the cab.

Shizuo had waited for Izaya to pop out of somewhere. He imagined him coming out from the wreckage and laughing mischievously, insulting him in some form or another. So why wasn't he?

Voices from the crowd started to murmur. Anticipation from bystanders steadily turned to anxiousness. It drenched the air with its weight.

Someone finally asked, "Do you see him?"

Shizuo was still irritated. He stomped over to the truck, half expecting the information broker to attack him.

"IIII-zaaaa-yaaa kuuun," he called out darkly, voice growling as he checked the wreckage. People from the sidewalk moved in closer. People from their cars got out. Shizuo even caught sight of Celty, the headless rider, from the corner of his eye among the mass of bodies.

"There he is!" Someone shouted.

Shizuo rounded to the other side of the truck and instantly paled.

All that could be seen of Izaya was an arm, dangling between the semi-truck trailer and the trunk of another car.

The voices grew louder in panic. "Call an ambulance!"

The blonde man stared, wide-eyed in disbelief. How…?

Celty moved to his side. She rapidly typed on her cell phone and shoved it in his face to read. "Let's get out of here!"

The Dullahan pulled on his arm. Shizuo hesitantly followed in a daze as they boarded her motorcycle and raced away from the wreck. Everything else was a blur.

Looking at Izaya now, it was hard to believe he was ever invincible – that he was one of the most powerful people in Ikebukuro. His lanky frame could easily be traced through the hospital bed sheets. Shizuo had never realized how small the man's body was. Izaya's face held no malice now. His sharp eyes were closed; giving his features a gentle, harmless look.

"I ******** hate you," Shizuo said again. Naturally there was no response. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, breaking it in half in his fingers. He grabbed Izaya by the front of his hospital gown, jerking him up a few inches from the bed, and shouted, "What the hell are you planning Iyaza?"

"What are you doing?" A brash nurse rushed into the room and pulled on Shizuo's grip, trying to separate them. He released his grasp. The smaller man's body fell back to the bed.

"He's planning something!" he yelled to the nurse.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said. She held her arms out to keep him from getting closer; a human barrier.

"He's planning something! He has to be!" Shizuo shouted. Images of the woman from his childhood flooded his mind – that woman who gave him milk every day and was kind; the one he ended up injuring. Izaya was different…he hated him…he wouldn't have gone down unless it was intentional.

"You have to leave! Or I'll call security!"

"He's up to something!" Shizuo repeated uselessly. He looked down to the nurse, starting to feel helpless. "He planned this somehow…I know he did. He's got some twisted scheme. I know he does!"

"Security!" the nurse called.

"I'll find out what your plan is Izaya!" he shouted to the dark haired man. "I swear to you I will!"

"Security!"

Shizuo stomped out, passing security as he left.

Izaya was pronounced dead 4 days later.

Aw yay! That was fun! Gracias! whee