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Hermione opened her eyes to a bleak, cold, winter minter morning. She smiled and snuggled closer to Draco, pressing a soft kill to her husband's pale blond hair. She looked at him lovingly, admiring his aristocratic cheekbones, his long and straight nose, his deepset jaw, and though back to the bumpy road they had traveled together. Her eyes closed automatically as the memories flooded over her. We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts, I'm standing there, On a balcony in summer air. Hermione walked gracefully down the stairs that led to the Great Hall. The Yule Ball had only just started, and she

Ichigo's Journal, First entry I saw you again today. But for some reason, I felt like it was the first time I had seen you. You just stood there, amongst the trees, shooting arrow after arrow, training for God-knows-what. And I thought to myself, "He is so beautiful." I must admit, it surprised me. I've never felt that way towards you before. You're like the best friend I want to kill. But for some reason, my heart seems to have decided otherwise. I found this journal at the bottom of my desk a couple days ago. I think Dad had given it to me to "record my angsty teenage emotions" or some such bull. But when I saw you today, I realized that

Amane Misa was mourning the death of her father. With his death, she no longer had any family. Well, unless you counted her evil stepmother, the Queen. Queen Takada forced Misa to do all the unpleasant chores in the palace. She forced Misa to scrub the floors, clean the rooms, empty the privies, and all manner of vile things. Though Misa hated it, she did not have the courage to stand up to Queen Takada. Misa: Hey! I am too courageous! Me: SHUT UP! Misa: I'll leave you alone now. One day, when Misa was all grown up, Queen Takada asked her mirror, Mirror mirror, on the wall Who is the fairest of them all? The mirror replied, Though ey

O L, the greatest of men, Oft called the best of them all, Catching criminals time and again, He has the whole world at his beck and call. His quirks are endearing Though they set him apart From the people, who are jeering At his apparent lack of heart. For L is an emotionless man. He expresses no joy, sorrow, or pain. In fact, only two men can Make L show anything but disdain. But he has the drive needed To solve any case, Be it a mass murderer to be weeded Or something more commonplace. Though many aspire to fill his shoes, The raven-haired panda remains unique. And though the world tries to choose, It will never find the

Light watched as L's breathing settled into the deep rhythms of sleep. He had finally convinced the overworked detective to stop working for a few hours and lay down to get some rest. Because they were handcuffed together, Light was able to make sure that L did indeed lay down and didn't pull out some mini laptop or something that he had hidden in the room somewhere for occasions such as this one. Initially, Light had worried he was reading L's fatigue wrong, that the detective wasn't really tired and was instead setting some sort of complicated trap where Light admitted he was Kira. But now he was sure that he had made the right decision. L

L woke up slowly. He had finally managed to catch a few hours of sleep last night. Eyes still closed, he reached a hand out to grope for the lamp switch. As he clawed at the night table, his hand fell across something smooth, something firm, something foreign. His movements stilled as he explored the thing with his hand. The thing was rounded and smooth, almost silky. L determined that is was heart-shaped and wondered why someone would give him a heart. L laughed at the irony as the thought passed through his head. He explored the thing for a few seconds more before concluding that nothing more could be deduced. Reluctantly, he opened his ey

"Dammit!" Matt growled, futilely searching the apartment again. "And just when I was ready to confront him, too! Damn coward!"He was unable to believe it was simply a coincidence, even though Mello couldn't possibly have known what Matt was going to do. Matt sighed as he flopped onto his bed, then jumped right back up when his action sent an envelope fluttering to the ground. He quickly picked it up and flipped it around to read the back. A puzzled expression flashed across his face as he read the words, "To my love: Forgive me." Matt opened the envelope and took out the letter inside. He quickly unfolded it, taking in the messy scrawl on th

"Matt!" screamed Mello, rushing to his side, dropping his chocolate bar in the confusion and not caring. "No! You can't be f***ing dead, Matt! Dammit, you can't be dead!" He felt around Matt's neck frantically, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt a pulse. It was faint, but at least it was there. Satisfied that Matt was alive, Mello turned his gaze on Kal, whose smirk had finally dropped. Mello instantly replaced his look of grief with one that spelled Kal's long and painful death. "What the f*** were you thinking? You could have killed him!" "Well, that was kind of the point. But I didn't know he was yours, Mello, or I wouldn't've shot