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        Dib wasn't worried when the little green alien didn't show up for school the next day…or the day after that…or the day after that. He just thought the insane alien was working on his latest plan to conquer earth. Of course he wasn't worried at all, that was a feeling he reserved for people he cared about. But then why did he have a feeling something bad had happened?        The mysterious phone call he'd received late that Tuesday wasn't helping with his suspicions. The irken had sounded broken when he'd hung up, almost on the verge of crying; but Irkens didn't cry. He'd never even seen the irken sad or close to being unop

Chapter 7 I did get some sleep after I threw Dib out. Man was his screaming annoying. I could hear it all the way down here and he was on the floor above me! I go upstairs to find Dib sad in a corner. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I kept you up all night didn't I?" Dib asked. "Yes…" I sighed fixing his hair. "What if when the smeets are born and when there like five I yell and kept them up wondering what I was doing?" Dib asked. "What type of father is that?" "Dib the smeets won't be born for four or more months. You don't have to worry about that yet. You'll be a great father. If you yell out in your sleep you'll wake me up and

She didn't want to open her eyes. Everything hurt and she couldn't remember what happened. The surface under her felt cold and damp and it hurt her back. Grell moved to shift positions and was instantly frightened when she felt something heavy around them. She could move enough to touch her own wrists so she surmised that she must be chained to the floor. Since she didn't know who her captors were, Grell wanted to stay quiet as long as she could. Unfortunately, that plan was blown when she moved a piece of hair out of her face, the chains around her wrist clanking against the floor. "Oi! Look who's awake." The man's voice made Grell cringe,

Time and time again I suffered Waiting for a chance to live again Where the sun rises a thousand miles away I found a boy so broken like me... There only seemed to be good fortune for others While we felt the sorrow over and over I look back on my failures that ended it Where shadows surround my tears... Will that boy ever forgive me for my crimes? Hes all that I may ever have left now

Ok welcome everyone to my Yaoi High extras where I’ll be ranting, answering questions, or in some cases just rambling. I first only created this for the simple reason that I’m well  bored and I want to thoroughly explain some things about Yaoi High, such as Kaigara’s powers I haven’t really made an overall back story or made a final version of her powers in any of the fic I write. I mean originally she is an charcter of mine that was used only for My friends Manga Twilight’s End and if you haven’t read it yet…..you should. Anyway to start things off I will begin to just start talking about her powers story a

Yugi finally awoke well rested after the previous day’s events. Yesterday he made a new friend moved to a new school and met the man of his dreams it seemed like. Yugi let a blush crawl onto his face, he always managed to keep his emotions in check and never had expected to fall so easily for someone. Sure he thought Yami was rude at first but that didn’t stop him from blushing when that crimson gaze turned to him. He stretched out his limbs and looked at his star pajamas. They were his favorite pair and he wore them almost every night. He smiled he couldn’t wait to see what the new day’s events would be like. He drowsil

 “Understudy?” The conductor, Castor, snapped, turning to face the members of the opera house. “There is no understudy for ‘La Carlotta’!” “Teito Klein could sing it, sir.” Mikage murmured. Next to him, Teito frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “A chorus boy?” Andre, one of the new owners asked. “No, don’t be silly.” “Let him sing for you, monsieur. He has been well taught.” Madame Ouka, spoke up, raising her chin almost defiantly. “Very well, then.” Castor murmured, defeated, and took his spot before the orchestra once more. “From the