InuYasha Walks With The Walkers

InuYasha Walks With The Walkers

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[ON HOLD] A ticking time bomb had been placed so silently, so secretly, within his mind. Waiting so impatiently for days for the last three seconds to go tick, tick, TICK. Then as the last second would silently slip from his weakening grip his pettily abused mind would silently crumble. Vanishing within itself. Within his sad mind was a battle. A battle in which both sides were both winning and losing. Like every battle it would end. Eventually. Every battle ends at some point in time. With one victor. And one mostly dead. But his feelings had begun to fight back so strong at the last moment when his pride had taken a powerful first strike. And before the last second of the metaphorical bomb slipped away his feelings had crushed his pride with five words. And these five words shook his pride until it crumbled. 'Who cares if I care?' And before his pride could rise back in vengeance InuYasha leaped And he wished he would have sooner. I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA OR THE WALKING DEAD!
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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