A Compilation Of Fanfictions for WP Writers

Josharren

(These characters are depicted in a non-canon way from "The Dragon Scale" by Cross-Warrior, it is with this authors consent that I am using these characters. Do not reproduce anything from that book without their direct consent, thank-you).

The vacant soccer field brought back memories of the days when things were simple, when Josh would get knocked in the head by a ball Darren had intentionally aimed at him.

Each blade of grass swayed with dew, further sending Josh's heart aflutter. If only things had stayed so simple. He longed to have those days back, when his quaking was in fear of a beating, not in a want for those pretty grey eyes to lock with his and say. . . Well, what was it Josh wanted him to say?

Running a hand through his moosey brown locks, he sighed, before quickly checking the time on his watch. Oh no, I'm late for class!

Josh retrieved his backpack and bolted across the soccer field, slipping on the wet grass. With outstretched hands, he prepared for impact with the ground, but instead, felt a gentle arm wrap around his waist.

Burning heat enveloped his face and ears, as he glanced back with his innocent puppy-brown eyes to see him, Darren. Rose petals flitted through the air, while sparkles of pink danced about the sky, making the boys sandy brown hair blow as if it were in the wind. "Darren," he breathed, though out of breath. For a moment he lost himself in the beauty of those eyes, those gorgeous grey eyes.

Darren's dark brows furrowed with concern. "Are you alright? I saw you fall, and couldn't stand the thought of you hurting yourself again." Reaching forward, he brushed Josh's hair back, ever so gently, delicately, as if stroking the petals of a rose.

The other students that had recently arrived from the bus gathered around to watch, filling the air with scattered "aw's" and whispers.

"I-I'm—" Josh started.

Darren pressed a finger to his lips, "Shhh it's okay, I know."

As the boy of his dreams leaned forward, the world was shrouded in darkness, so deeply dark that it became impossible to see.

Screams echoed throughout the soccer field. Darren's body dropped and a warm sticky liquid spread onto Josh's hands rapidly.

When a sliver of light peeked through the dense, midnight fog, Josh observed the massacre of the student body, entrails torn, half-nibbled and left for the birds to pick clean.

That's when tendrils lashed out pulling him into. . .

Pain slammed into his spine, and he woke-up in his room. "Eli!"

His younger brothers fast retreating foot steps proceeded the slamming of a door.

Groggily sitting up, Josh glanced down at his phone. That was the last time he watched "The Ouran Host Club" and read the "Tokyo Ghoul" manga before bed.