TrinityKarose

With the quiver of a quill, his world began to take form...... The first sounds of morning were the squeak of the windmill and the very distant crowing of a farm fowl. The sun had barely even begun to rise above the thick cover of dusty hay stacks and vibrant green corn stalks before the first signs of life came to view the dawn. The first to climb atop a tall stack of hay, coughing and patting his clothes of the dust it spewed, was a boy with silky blonde hair the color of ripe lemon. Not far behind him was his brunette friend, who grinned cheekily and grabbed onto his friend's shirt tail. "E-Eren! Don't!" "Ehehe, help me up Armin! Haystac

Ritsu Kasanoda was a first year, in the lowest class of Ouran Academy; not that he cared about class anyways, he wasn't all that interested. He was there because his family was powerful, influential, but only slightly. The world was big and his world was small, no matter how much he wished it wasn't; he lived inside the walls of a yakuza's home, and the yakuza's entire world was within Japan and the other yakuza families with all their pride and tradition. Everything he was supposed to be tapered down to the thin, sharp edge of a blade. He was supposed to inspire fear. It was what he had to do. Everything he wanted to be surrounded that, enve