Chapter One: Isamu Isamu shivered as he walked to his new high school. It was the middle of January in a city far from anyplace Isamu was used too. He glanced around with his golden eye, noting snow still blanketing the ground. Icicles hung from the bare trees and all Isamu could think was: “I’m screwed.”Chapter One: Isamu
He entered the small building labeled “Office” as he adjusted the black eye-patch over his left eye, deciding there was no turning back. How he wished he could.
What Would You Give to Gain?Chapter ZEROWhat Would You Give to Gain?
There are many battle fields in life. At age five, nothing is more important than the swing. Being the smallest, the boy with black hair had to wait for everyone else to be done before he could even think about running to the swing. His parents hardly found time to take him to the park, so the swing would be a grand new adventure for him. It never crossed the small boys mind that he was not alone. Another boy, with spiky blonde hair waited impatiently. The few occasions that he found time to play, he wished to waste none of it. Of all the toys on the playground, the blonde loved
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"Go! Johnny B. Goode
Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah
Oh, fuck, it's awful!
Hate songs like that!"- Johnny
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~Riku`Rosa`Drinkhenn~
Waiting for you, my Hero.
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