The first time he saw it he was four years old, struggling to pry his mother's clawing fingers from their vice-grip on his wrist. He'd screamed and begged while she roared threats into his tear-streaked face, and then his voice choked in his throat when he saw those glimmering eyes lazily observing him from a shadowed corner. A forked tongue flicked out, the color of freshly-spilled blood. Thousands of staring eyes the same color as his. A dark stirring in his belly that made his mother seem less like a horribly invincible monster and more like foolish prey that had wandered too close. The ghost (demon?) disappeared once he'd blinked the stinging tears from his eyes, cringing at the way his mother's nails dug into already-scarred skin. That feeling the thing had sparked, though, insistently remained, quiet but ever-present, preying on the emotions he'd been forcing himself to swallow down ever since his father died. And it only got worse from there.

Nagisa has never been so nervous about anything...in probably his whole life. His mother treated him like a girl in his past, forced him to wear dresses and grow out his hair. It's only natural that he be so anxious about what Karma will think of his new haircut. (KarmaXNagisa)

who gave two fucked up words the right to decide your soulmate? | chapters as short as levi ; lowercase intended ; completed: 01-15-17 | © fuckuroodani 2016

Karma ressent des choses de plus en plus étrange, il en vient a se demander si il n'ai pas tomber malade mais que peut bien être ses étranges symptômes ?

(It's KarmaXNagisa, but that's not the main focus) Nagisa is sick. He was rushed to the hospital one night after coughing up blood, and diagnosed with a deadly disease. He has to decide whether he should open up to his friends, or keep quiet and suffer alone knowing that he is a walking corpse.

a karmagisa short story - - (modern high school au ft. angry!karma) - - Trigger Warning: physical, verbal, and emotional abuse/bullying - - Karma blames Nagisa for how his life is now. Nagisa did it for his friend. High school is tearing apart both of their lives, and while Karma searches for some kind of peace of mind through bullying and abusing others, he fails to notice how close his old friend is to breaking. How much can Nagisa take before it all comes falling down? Note: This is the improved version; it has been edited thoroughly. Enjoy!

Story One~ Do You Want Me? Story Two~ Karma Reads Fanfiction. Story Three~ Nagisa's Diary Story Four~ The Prince Pt 1 The Prince Pt 2 The Prince~Final Story Five~Interrupted Story Six~Drunken Confession Story Seven~Love Potion Story Eight~ Blind Date - Story Nine~ Under The Mask Story Ten~ Half A Heart PT1 Story Eleven~Fake Boyfriend +More TBD// does include Lemons/Lime/Mostly Fluff. I don't own any of the pictures (:

Just some facts about me,Nagisa!

I really like drunk fic moments with these two, so I decided to make a story of one-shots with that being the theme.

I haven't seen him for a very long time. Too long. He has become a teacher, but me, well I'm off the radar. I've become the assassin I was ment go be. I was never going to be a politician! Never! Not in a million years. I'm fine with this job. But why did he have to be the thing I despise the most. Why did Nagisa have to be a teacher. I've only had one good teacher in my whole life and he was to be murdered, by the students. I'm a bit scared from that. I was already scared but now I'm just a shell. a broken puzzle. Maybe, just maybe, he can put the pieces back together. Time to see my poisonous friend again. I'm coming back to you, Nagisa.