Ideal art is immortal, it is what Sasori believes in. But art; real art, it is a wispy cloud of passing rain. It moves fast, almost as if it has never been there. Real art; it is as ephemeral as love and life— and that is what Deidara will always believe in. Two different worlds collide as Sasori and Deidara meet. Is love worth changing your beliefs, especially when there is no gap more extreme than the one between evanescence and eternity? SASODEI ONESHOT.

Its London and young women are disapearing off the streets, what happens when an oddball assassin is targeted for questioning by the Queen's Guard Dog, Ciel Phantomhive? WIll Sebastian be able to figure out whats going on or will he need a little help for once? AN- Comment/Fan/Vote/or Library add will earn you a dedication!

SuiSasu short story/multi-fic chapter, yaoi.slash.boyxboy.homosexual. If you don't like it, don't read it. -- Sometimes, Suigetsu wonders why he does anything anymore.

Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.