"Do you want to live?" "If so, sign a contact with me." The young man gazes up with a faint smile on his face, "Yes." The young man didn't care who it was that he'd struck a deal with. Even if it was the devil or a God, he would have agreed. Whatever and whoever it may be, he would take their outstretched hand. Right now he was too weak, he needed more power to end the root of his suffering. In his memorizing eyes, there flashed an unfathomable light, but it quickly disappeared as it fast as it came. - I don't own any of the photos, they belong to their respective owners!!! They were pretty and looked nice... --- Current Update Schedule: First Book is Completed. --- !!Warning!! There maybe some content that you may find disturbing! There will be some explicit details inside that you may not find to your liking, you have been warned. I will put up a 'warning' at the beginning of the chapter to let the reader know ahead of time. There will be same sex romance mentioned, if you find this disturbing you should turn back now! --- A/N: Rookie writer, please overlook my grammar and plot holes, or any other issues with the story. Original story, please don't take it and post it else where.

This is just a random post for mother's day. It is a poem a student in my class, and friend made for his mother. I just wanted to share with you.

He has been running all his life from the people he once protected. he has been hurt and broken by the people he once called "family". He has known real pain. But one day in his travails he comes upon a village. He has never felt the need to stay in a village before but he does now. What will the village think of a half-fox among them? And will they know all his secrets? A strange voice appears the day he comes to the village as well. Who is it? I DO NOT OWN NARUTO!

There are two types of goodbyes. The brief, and the last. And both is equally painful.

Women are a lioness in disguise. They're also secretly-not-secretly the strongest in the pride. Now, I wonder if the males know?

On this paper plane, I write my feelings. Hoping that someday, someone will pick it up.

A man taught me how to make paper stars. He told me that if I could make a thousand paper stars, my wish will be granted. And so I did.