In Omoichidou, you're safe from the troubles of the world.
In Omoichidou, you can finally learn what "love" means.
In Omoichidou, all your hardships vanish.
Feel the power of the true love!
And since we're having excessive fun here, better beware of the cracks
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HSV Walking with Shield and Arrow in handFern smiled taking Rions hand, "Princess...its almost over isn't it...?" her heart sunk as she spoke but she kept a smile on her face, "I have had a lot of fun... so when we get down to the bottom of this hill, your going to defeat me....and if you don't ill get to protect you forever and be your friend we can be an unstoppable duo." Fern took a breath tying to fight back tears, "We can always play together and eat gum, you know big bubbles and I can always help you."HSV Walking with Shield and Arrow in hand by SuzuPop
Rion smiled shyly as her friend talked the bow and arrow on her back felt heavier than usual. As Fern talked she pondered about the authenticity of the arrows and why her friend was even carrying a overly large knight shield. "F-fern....is that....heavy?" she poked the back of the shield and Fern tumbled to the ground beneath the extra ounce of weight that was applied.
"O-of course not I am just fine" she struggled to push herself back onto her feet, "I just have to get used to it, that's all, I am super strong aft
::HSV:: PoisonThat momentary sense of worry and fear::HSV:: Poison by iLupinus
Be caught in the headlights just like a deer
Run, run as fast as you can
Through the through the trees away from the man
Wide eyes dart around
Wanting to hide but there is no crowd
A crinkle in the leaves and a prink of pain
Say no more as the liquid enters the vein.
Flash of red as control is lost
A smirk was given, a life the cost
The breakupIt had been a while since he last visited his best friend so when he walked next to her house he decided to stop by and check how she was. Since she and Rentaro decided to start going out she was barely available; not that they didn’t see each other at all, but it wasn’t like before. When she didn’t have a boyfriend she was always up for anything he suggested, now rare times she was completely available; and he used the word “available” because it was not like she was never free but most of the times he went to see her she said she was going to meet with Rentaro and invited him to go with them. He felt happy to see she invited him but he was not going to be the third wheel on their date. It would be weird.The breakup by mandarain-a
He knocked at the door and waited for someone to open it.
He felt a bit isolated sometimes and that wasn’t a really good feeling. He was glad for them, they both were good friends of his; and Wakana visited him sometimes too, but it wasn’t li
HSV - The Nursery Koume was resting on the bed, medical jutsu ribbons laid around her bed and across her hospital gown. Kanmuri’s delivery was brilliant, medical jutsu had shortened the labor time to just over four hours and was now helping Koume sleep and heal. The level of the jutsu used were beyond his expertise, but the basic principles of relaxing and stretching muscles and reducing pain and stress were still more than he cared to think about. How odd the things that crossed his mind today. A few moments ago it had been a debate he had regarding the village’s assassination protocols with… was it Narashi? It was hard to remember details now, like the cares and worries of a whole Ninja Village were a world that didn’t exist beyond the walls of the hospital.HSV - The Nursery by darthmadigan
Righting himself in his chair next to Koume’s bed, he squeezed her hand before getting up to walk to the nursery. There were three other ne
HSV: A Single PromiseExpecting a 9 year old kid to sit still through a lecture was asking a lot, especially one that is hyperactive. Focusing was the only way the child could manage to sit through the class. Scribbling down what the instructor was staying, the boy paid as much attention as he could.HSV: A Single Promise by NejiRenji15
“Now after Tiger seal is made, the next hand seal to weave is?” the teacher questioned, looked back at the class.
The children looked among each other for a moment before one raised their hand, “Monkey seal?” the child stated unsurely.
“Yes, that is correct, what about the seal after that?” The teacher questioned the class.
The blonde boy scribbled the answer down to the first question as the class went silent at the second question.
“Anyone?” the teacher asked again, scanning the class room.
Once again the children looked at each other, as if it was a game to see how long they could stall the teacher.
But the teacher wasn’t going to stand for this, “R