Misaru Stories

One_Shots collections of two dorks being absolute idiots. Prompts are from Tumblr and random picture I find on the world wide web. ENJOYY ^_^ Anime: K Project Writer: Gareki_Arumerita Fandom: Sarumi

The slates may be destroyed and their powers gone, but Misaki is still warm like the fire he once claimed.

The realm of Gods held exquisite parties , that mortals could not even dream of. While the others partake in goblets filled with ambrosia and matters of the flesh , the children are taken in the care of nymphs.

it started when @AyakaAishiru dream about me... compilation of various anime character. Crossover AU..

Fushimi Saruhiko is dead. Don't get me wrong, his body is still living and going around the barracks of Scepter 4, but everything that made him himself... no longer exists. Every emotion associated with each of his memories has been siphoned off under pressure from within: Fushimi Saruhiko has become a gentle teenager, not so different from Totsuka Tatara, who remembers his father and remembers everything he did to him, and the most he does is breathe camly because he is dead. Or listen to his superior Munakata and laugh because he says a lot of nonsense and carries out stupid plans that scare other people and seem entertaining. Or to see Yata Misaki and smile at him, without even a hint of irony or sarcasm in his words, no matter who he is or what he does. Responding politely when he calls him a traitor, unconcerned by his reaction. To Yata Misaki this new indifference of his former best friend at first seems like a new stratagem to annoy him. But every time he sees him happy around the members of Scepter 4, every time he directs them exactly the same funny and educated smile that marks itself day by day more in his features, every time he turns towards them because the fact that Yata is there in front isn't interesting enough ... Well. Yata Misaki is increasingly angrier with everyone. Especially with certain Monkey Bastard that every time forgets him more and more.

Ever since Mikoto appeared into his life, Fushimi has lost something very dear to him. SaruMi

Yata hates his friend for what he did and didn't want to see him ever again. But deep inside, he was desperate to feel Fushimi's soft lips and warm hug. All the images from the past that haunted Misaki at night, slowly destroyed him from the inside. There was just no reason to live anymore for him... WARNING: Attempted Suicide / Depression / Selfharm / Yaoi (boyxboy)

Fushimi Saruhiko está muerto. No me malinterpreten, su cuerpo sigue viviendo y dando vueltas por los Cuarteles de Scepter 4, pero todo aquello que le conformaba... ya no existe. Toda emoción asociada a cada uno de sus recuerdos ha sido sifonada a presión de su interior: Fushimi Saruhiko se ha vuelto un apacible adolescente, no tan distinto de Totsuka Tatara, que recuerda a su padre y recuerda todo lo que le hizo, y lo más que hace es respirar tranquilo porque está muerto. O escuchar a su superior Munakata y reírse porque dice una gran cantidad de tonterías y lleva a cabo estúpidos planes que asustan a otras personas y parecen entretenidos. O ver a Yata Misaki y sonreírle, sin una pizca siquiera de ironía o sarcasmo en sus palabras, sin que le importe con quién esté o lo que haga. Respondiéndole cortésmente cuando este le llama traidor, despreocupado por su reacción. A Yata Misaki esta nueva indiferencia de su ex-mejor amigo primero le parece una nueva estratagema para molestarle. Pero cada vez que le ve alegre alrededor de los miembros de Scepter 4, cada vez que les dirige exactamente la misma sonrisa divertida y educada que se graba día a día más en sus facciones, cada vez que se gira hacia ellos porque el que Yata esté ahí enfrente no es lo suficientemente interesante... Bueno. Yata Misaki está cada vez más cabreado con todo el mundo. En especial con cierto Mono Bastardo que cada vez se olvida de él más y más.