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A Very Grimm Tale 1-- BlueHer fingers were scarred and callused. The kimono she wore was ragged and threadbare. Her raven hair was unwashed and ill-kempt, and smudges of dirt covered her face as though she'd been shoved into the ground several times over.
Still, her eyes were blue. A color of blue that wasn't from the sea or sky, or ice, or rain. If there was something that color of blue, he would have immediately hoarded it away, regardless of the price; it was that oddly fierce yet beautiful hue that would've suited only angels that stained their hands with blood, tipping the scale of justice. Something that caused a burning like he'd never known in his soul. So he bought her.
She was called Kagome. When he first passed her, it was the outfit of a human priestess that caught his eye; it made him really look at her, and see that--unlike any other prisoner--she was bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded. What would cause them to take such precauti
Beautiful EndingHe had been extremely kind. Utterly loyal, to his very last breath. His hand had always been gentle, his voice always soft. Lenient and loving. That was who Uchiha Itachi was.
And the last Sasuke had seen him, he was very nearly blind. His body was covered in bruises and blood. He was smiling... and at the same time, he was tragically and painfully dying.
Was this really his ending?
In the midst of their estate, which was at long last burning to the ground, there was a picture hanging on the wall. A picture he'd long-since forgotten, to be honest. It was simply Itachi wrapping an arm around his shoulders and reaching out to snap a picture with the camera.
So she'd actually kept it. Despite betrayal, his mother had kept this photograph. Despite it all, Itachi was loved.
The flames were creeping through the door, but it didn't bother him; nor did the ones eating through the ceiling.
Surely... that hadn't been the en
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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