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Is There Anyone...Is there anyone out there that wants me?
That's the first thought as I stared at the moving sky.
As I watch the bright blue change to a gentle magenta, then to a plum purple, fading into a cobalt blue, and finally landing to a midnight black.
I just lay there on my hard bed of still green grass cover in a thin sheet of fallen autumn leaves and covered only by a blanket of cool autumn air.
As I look up to the stars a thought came
Is there anyone wants me ?
As a friend: though I'm socially awkward and clumsy with words.
As a lover: despite the fact that a mentally mess and freighting at the thought of being close to anyone.
I sighed and look up at the stars watching an airplane going by.
Then another thought came by.
Does anyone need me ?
As someone they can trust: while I can't trust my emotions or myself.
As someone they can hang with: even if I'm depressed and think they can do better.
As someone they can talk to when they are down: though I keep them b
Kureko vs Kankuro -NarFic-Setting: Kankuro's 'puppet workshop'
Characters: Kankuro, Kureko/Fayt, (seen briefly) 'deceased' Tomimaru, (mention only) tiny Tsubasa, tiny Umeko, tiny Kotori, tiny Hizashi
Warning: OOC, Slight AU, and spoilers for Tomi's Story
It was a typical mid-afternoon for Kankuro, who was in his workshop repairing some of his puppets. His wife, who was probably, running about in their home doing housework of some kind, and his children, Kotori and Hizashi, who were out hanging with their 'cousin' Tsubasa and his friend Umeko, who was visiting while her father was discussing something with his brother.
Yes, it's nice afternoon alone in his little area
Kankuro whip his head to the door when he heard the door slam open and in the doorway was his, very attractive love of his live of 14 years, wife stood. Her blonde hair was up in a loose bun covered by a green bandanna, her eyes where narrow, face as red with rage, He can almost see smoke coming out of h
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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