(Fan/Act/Rom) The Legend of Zelda: Empire of Darkness [T]

Originally Posted by Shrub

Why would Hito stick to one girl at a time? He's a sick bastard, of course he doesn't. He's the greedy type so he would take anything he wanted no matter what.

Sorry. I figured that if that was the case then he would have had a lot more than the six wives in Amounet's profile wives.

Hito is not married ^^;; I doubt he would ever get married.

Oh, and the Amounet in this story is different from the Amounet I have in the BA. I guess that would clear things up.

Hey Shrub, question here from your coolest student :cool:. Will Sai be a permanent new addition to the group or will he be gone with the wind after he resues Aomunet(sp?)?

It's spelled Sei, and it's Amounet. Perhaps, he might stay around. I guess you'll have to wait to find out.

Originally Posted by Shrub

It's spelled Sei, and it's Amounet. Perhaps, he might stay around. I guess you'll have to wait to find out.

Alright, I can guarantee I'll stick around for that.

I'm starting to think that you should have a seperate thread for individual ideas and a 2nd one for us to argue with you

Shrub, I was so happy to return from summer vacation and see that you had a new chapter, this one was so good... and long. I can't wait for more you're doing a great job and all that, please keep it up. I'd like to take a field trip in your brain, I bet it would be one of the strangest places I'd ever been (right under Canada lol).

Not necessarily, it just means that she already has the trilogy planned out, and that Rontu's character fiction interacts with this story so that it can't really waver a whole lot.

And now I will commence a ruckus while waiting for an update. RABBLE! RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE!

me again...i was just reading over some old posts about rontu and leita's "bumps" in the future. i think i will cry if its another tilly situation. i wanted to see her get her head lopped off for that. keep it up tho. i love rontu x leita couple. super dope.

Looks like you've got more fans, Shrub-kun.

Bringing Sei into the group would be great, he would be an interestign and unique addition to the group.

i dont know about bringing sei intoo the group, because his siter would probably come too (once they save her) and that would be alot of people

lol ... yeah ... about the next chapter. I regret to inform you all that I haven't even started writing the next chapter. I have what is called the infamous writer's block. I've had this ever since last July. I'm not dropping the story. I've worked too damn hard on this thing to quit now. It's just that it's going to be a while longer until I can get started on writing again.

Originally Posted by Legendary Hero

I actually gave Shrub a request for the story, but she said she was too far into the story to fulfill the request, so she should be done soon.

Hahaha ... that's funny. Done. Soon. There's so much more that's gonna happen. I couldn't fulfill the request because I've already planned out exactly how my story continues from this point to the end of EoD (Empire of Darkness). And then I've even planned out most of my sequels, What the Heart Tells Thee (WtHTT) and Heros of the Worlds (HotW). Not to mention the prequel I still have yet to write, Journey Between the Worlds (JBtW). So yeah ... I'm not really even close to finishing EoD yet.

Originally Posted by Shrub

lol ... yeah ... about the next chapter. I regret to inform you all that I haven't even started writing the next chapter. I have what is called the infamous writer's block. I've had this ever since last July. I'm not dropping the story. I've worked too damn hard on this thing to quit now. It's just that it's going to be a while longer until I can get started on writing again. Hahaha ... that's funny. Done. Soon. There's so much more that's gonna happen. I couldn't fulfill the request because I've already planned out exactly how my story continues from this point to the end of EoD (Empire of Darkness). And then I've even planned out most of my sequel, Heros of the Worlds (HotW). Not to mention the prequel I still have yet to write, Journey Between the Worlds (JBtW). So yeah ... I'm not really even close to finishing EoD yet.

Let me be the first to say this... DAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIITTT! Sorry, but I was hoping that you were almost finished. I'll just have to learn to be patient (which I'm not very good at). I do understand that you do have a life outside ZU, so you, at least, can be forgiven.

Heh, nice to see another fan, and thank you for the compliments. Though, I have a treat for you guys. It isn't the next chapter, but it's a little something I wrote a few months ago. It was supposed to be for a school assignment, but I never finished it (writer's block, I can only get so far). You might find it interesting. It's just a cute little nothing I thought of one day.

Whom Covets Florids

Leita peeked over her sketchpad. Her large emerald-green eyes studied the older boy, asleep in the chair opposite her. They sat together at a small, curricular table in the school’s mute library. Other students sat at the other tables, bent over their homework. Some whispered quiet conversations to each other when they were sure the study hall teacher wasn’t watching.

She, however, had finished her work by then and had drawn her pad out of her backpack. Leita was a petite girl. So much that it gave her a very fragile appearance, as if she would bruise if one shook her tiny hand too vigorously. It also made her look younger than she was. Leita was seventeen-years-old, a junior in high school. But she looked like a young sophomore or an older freshmen. She was only a couple inches over five feet and didn’t have the generous curves most of the other girls her age had. She had curves, but they certainly weren’t as noticeable as the other girls’. Her breasts were small, gentle lumps on her chest; again, not as noticeable as other girls’. That was fine with Leita. She was never too concerned about her small features.

In spite of her fragile attributes, her beauty out-shined most, nearly all, the girls around her. Though, if one were to tell Leita this, one would only produce a modest blush in her delicate face. It was her very fragility that glowed with this beauty. Her large, green eyes gave the impression of unsuppressed innocence and purity. She had a fair complexion, but not too white. A fair peachy color toned her flesh. Her hair was a deep, dark chocolate brown. It flowed down her head like a chocolate fountain. It spilled down her shoulders, stopping at the middle of her back. They had very light waves sweeping through it, but it was mostly straight.

She wore a white skirt made of a very light and soft cotton. It was wavy, ripples constantly weaving through the bottom of the cloth. It reached down just above her knees. She wore a dark green tank top with thin straps clinging to her small shoulders. Over the tank top was a light, black jacket. It looked as though it were made of the same soft and thin cotton as her skirt. She had the front lock of her brown hair tucked behind her left ear. The right lock fell forward into her face as her pencil flew across the white surface of her sketchpad.

Her subject was the senior, Rontu, sitting at her table. He was always asleep at this table when she went to study hall. All the other tables were always filled, and Leita hated intruding on other strangers. So she took the table of the passed-out senior, who stayed asleep until the bell rang. He never noticed her, because she was always out the door before he even knew that someone else had been sitting at the same table with him. She didn’t want him to know that she has been drawing him everyday since she first came to study hall. She didn’t want to offend him, and she didn’t want to stop drawing him either.

She couldn’t stop herself, even the first day at study hall. He was the most attractive man she had ever seen. His dark features almost seemed to cry out to her in a desperate call. Though his expression was the impassive mask of sleep, everything about him seemed to be carved out of a raw emotion. She felt an amazing intensity radiate from him, and its heat filled her with too much inspiration to ignore.

He was tall, much taller than she. He had to be more than a couple inches over six feet. He had a generous amount of muscle toning his body’s figure. It made him seem as a warrior to her. The power she saw in his muscles sent a chill down her spine when she first saw him. His skin was the dark tan of his Spanish heritage. His face was strong in structure, adding to his warrior complex. His dark eyes were closed in sleep, but were still obviously smaller than Leita’s. They were naturally narrower than most when opened.

His hair was even darker than hers. It was a blackish-brown. Without the fluorescent lights of the library, it would have appeared black. It was longer than most of the boy’s in school. It was pulled back into a slack ponytail that reached down a few inches past his shoulders. The widow’s peak at the center of his hairline caused the front locks of his hair to part to the sides of his face. These front locks were shorter than the rest of his hair, reaching down to his chin. They never stayed in his ponytail with the rest of rest of his hair. Leita loved it. His dark, long hair seemed to feed his image of some sort of Native American warrior. She had heard that he was half Navajo and half Spanish. It must be true for his last name was Navajo: Tsinchaha’oh. And several times she had heard him speaking Spanish in the hallways. He was too fluent to just have learned it in high school.

The senior wore all black and so far that seemed to be his favorite color, for Leita always saw him in black clothing. At the moment, he was wearing dark jeans. They were somewhat loose, but not as baggy as most boys in her school wore their pants. He wore a leather belt around them as well, fully secured to his waist with a silver buckle. This, again, was unlike many of the other boys. They all head the habit of wearing their baggy pants low enough to show most of their boxers.

Rontu wore a black shirt with short sleeves, stopping just as it reached his muscular biceps. It was tucked into his pants as well. It seemed tight fitting, compared to the other boys, but it wasn’t skin-tight. ‘Just enough to show his muscles more. Rontu always seemed more of a man than a boy to Leita.

Rontu had his black leather boots up on the table, and the rest of him sagging in his chair. His head was bent down, his chin close to his chest, and his arms hung over the thin wooden armrests of the library chair. A soft smile drifted into Leita’s face as she drew him on her sketchpad.

Rumors about Rontu were always flying around the school. Some said that he used to be in a very violent gang in one of the larger cities near here. Some said that he used to be a porn-o star. Some said that he had once gone to an insane asylum—stray-jacket in all. Some said he had been raised by wolves. And some said he made a deal with the devil and killed a hundred people for his black motorcycle that he drove to school every day.

Leita could hardly believe any of these things. Rontu has always had the reputation of the most “bad-ass” guy in school. It made sense why he had been sitting at this table alone. Everyone tends to stay out of his way, as if he would bite them if they so much as looked at him too long; except for the group that he hangs out with. They hardly seemed afraid of him at all. Leita guessed that it was because they knew that Rontu was harmless or least … to them he was.

The only thing that Leita could even consider to be true out of the wild rumors was that he might have been in a gang. Even as he rested before her, he seemed so full of an intense energy—battle energy. It wasn’t hard to picture him fighting, his black motorcycle taking the place of his faithful stallion. A gun in the place of a bow in his hand. It gave her chills. The thought of him actually fighting made her breath catch in her chest. She didn’t want to see this warrior like that. She preferred him to be resting in front of her. No sign of danger there to disturb the warrior’s peaceful slumber. Yet, even as he slept that energy seemed to make him appear alert. She sometimes feared he would wake to find her sketching him. Warriors had to rest sometime. Though they are creatures of battle and chaos, they needed somewhere to call home. They need somewhere peaceful to rest their alert muscles and nerves. She supposed that was the reason she found him in the library in the first place. It was a quiet place, silent enough for this warrior to rest himself.

Leita paused in the fluid movements of her pencil. She let her sketchpad fall slack against the table edge. Her left hand went up to her chin, still holding the pencil entwined in her fingers as her chin rested on the palm of her hand. Her elbow rested on her armrest, her figure titled toward the side for a moment. Her green eyes studied Rontu’s face. For someone who had the reputation of violence … he had a gentle face.

His eyes fluttered a bit and then opened. His dark brown eyes immediately went to Leita’s stare. The young artist gasped as she jolted with surprise, her sketchpad toppled to the floor next to Rontu’s chair. The senior looked down as he sat up in his chair, putting his feet down, and snatched the sketchpad off the floor. He leaned forward in his chair, lifting the sketchpad out to her as if to return it, but then those dark, indifferent eyes grazed the figure she had drawn on the pad. He paused, bringing the sketchpad in front of him. His face didn’t change as he stared at it. Leita watched him with wide, alarmed eyes. Her hands went up to her mouth, covering it in horror. Oh no—oh no … Rontu’s impassive stare went up to Leita. His eyebrows furrowed at her in a piercing manner; he managed to raise an eyebrow at the same time.

“P-p-please d-don’t be mad …” she whispered through her fingers. Her green eyes glimmered with sparkling tears, ready to fall at any moment. “I’m sorry—I won’t do it again, I promise …”

Rontu’s didn’t respond right away. He simply watched her for a moment. Those dark eyes gave her chills. He had never even so much as glanced at her before. Now, with his full gaze upon her, she felt the intensity of his soul bore straight through her. She felt so helpless under that stare—the warrior’s stare. She wished she could have drawn that stare. Leita was completely stunned by it, staring right back at him.

He flipped through the pages of the pad, seeing himself in different positions but always from the same angle that Leita drew him from. Sometimes there were close-ups of his face. Leita felt her heart sink right into her stomach, but she couldn’t even summon the courage to speak and stop him from seeing more. He looked up at her again. His face was hard, cold, and calculating. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. It was impassive in its calculating appearance. It was the normal expression she always saw him with in the halls. Except for extremely rare occasions did she see a smirk spread through his lips.

“Why have you been drawing me?” he asked. His voice was deep and seemed to have a natural coarseness to it. His tone was sharp and suspicious. He tossed the sketchpad to her side of the table. It landed in front of her, making her jump. Her hands were still placed over her mouth. She let her right hand fall to her lap, but her left was curled in front of her lips nervously, as if afraid to speak.

“I—I …” She didn’t know how to answer that. How could she tell him something that was almost impossible for her to describe herself? Any words she could find would only limit the meaning that his intense energy filled her with. She bowed her head, her cheeks flushing pink. “B-because … you’re—you’re … beautiful.” It sounded so stupid out loud.

There was a moment of silence. Leita didn’t dare look up. Then she heard it: his chuckle, rough with the coarseness of his voice. He laughed quietly to himself for a few moments. Leita’s face flushed red. Her lip trembled as a few tears slipped down her cheeks; the dark curtains of her hair veiled her face. His chuckle abruptly came to a stop. The artist quickly wiped her tears away, praying that that Rontu had not seen them. The quiet of the library rang around them. He didn’t say anything for a long time. So Leita summoned the courage to look up.

She bit her bottom lip as she nervously peeked through her brown hair at the senior. He was leaning back in his chair again, his feet up on the table in a very laid-back manner. His head was turned to his right, away from her. His face was tightened, uncomfortable about something. His forearms rested on the armrests again. He peered at her from the corners of his dark eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asked, he kept his head to the side, not facing her but his eyes continued to stay on her. Leita lifted her head up more, her locks of hair falling back to the sides of her face.

“L-Leita Lunt,” she stammered.

He finally turned his head to face her again. His expression always appeared to be tensed; his narrow eyes made him look like he was constantly suspicious of everything or glaring all the time. But now his face seemed to relax more. His eyes only appearing to be bored and his lips hung impassively on his face. His eyes didn’t fix on hers like they had before, but his gaze still made her nervous. His stare made her feel naked, like there was nothing she could hide from him.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?”

She nodded mutely. It seemed so difficult to speak. Of course, she had always been shy when talking to strangers. This was different. Everything about him stunned and shocked her to her core, even though he wasn’t doing anything at all. He just was sitting there, appearing so laid-back and yet … She could still sense that raw emotion around him. His intensity radiated off him even more than when he was sleeping. It was strange that she would see emotions in him, even though his face stayed so blank and expressionless. His eyes were screaming with it.

It was quiet again. Nothing but the quiet murmur of the other students around them filled the air. Rontu and Leita both looked away from each other in the awkward silence, until the bell finally rang. The senior stood up and checked the silver watch on his right wrist as Leita quickly stuffed her sketchpad back into her backpack. Rontu turned to walk away.

Leita stared at him as he turned to leave. Would he be there again the next day? Or would he find somewhere else to go now that she had disrupted his sleeping place? Would he ever speak to her again? Would she ever draw him again? The words blurted out of her mouth before she could stop them.

“W-wait!” She said it loud enough to turn some heads in their direction. Rontu turned to look at her again with those bored, dark eyes. He raised an eyebrow up at her. She quickly traveled around the small table, slinging her backpack over one shoulder as she reached him. “W-would you model for me?”

The question seemed to have caught him by surprise. His dark eyes widened with bewilderment. But then his eyebrows quickly furrowed, giving his eyes that calculating expression again. Leita held her breath as she stared up at him, waiting for his answer. She bit her bottom lip. Not thinking about how stupid it was to ask him that. Not thinking about anything but those dark eyes that he stared down at her with. All the other students passed them by, heading for the exits of the library. He turned to leave and grunted, “Sure.”

Leita gasped with relief and surprise. “Y-you will?!” Her big eyes became even larger. Rontu turned to give her a shallow scowl and a piercing stare.

“Quiet—we’re in a library,” he snapped curtly.

Leita beamed at him, seeming to take his harsh words as a yes. “Great! I’ll meet you in the art studio after school.”

Rontu grunted in reply and finally turned away, leaving the library. Leita stood there for a moment, watching him walk away. Probably because she just realized what she had done. She had asked him to model for her. Him. Rontu. The roughest guy in school. Not only had she asked him, but … he actually agreed! That was the greatest shock of all. Why had he agreed? That calculating stare and scowling face made him so hard to understand.



Leita was almost skipping to the art studio after her last class. She probably would have, except that running to the art studio was faster. Rontu was already there when she got there. He was just standing in the middle of the room, staring with an impassive expression at all the art tools, pieces, and pieces in progress. His fingers were tucked into the front pockets of his jeans. The young artist gasped a little. She wasn’t expecting him to get there so soon—he even got there before she did. His agreement to come had seemed forced. She thought he would have taken his time getting there. Leita was even a little surprised that he even knew where the art studio was.

He turned to look at her. His dark eyes pierced through her yet again, leaving her speechless and staring at him in the doorway. The tall man raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you just going to stand there?”

Leita flushed when she realized that she had been staring for too long. She shuffled shyly into the room and over to an extra easel, pulling a stool up to it, and setting her bag down next to it. She turned to face him again, biting her bottom lip. Her arms slid behind her, her fingers entwining together. Her cheeks were still lightly tainted pink from her blush. There was a child-like innocent in the way that she held herself. He walked up to her, standing about five feet away. He continued to gaze around the room until his eyes finally drifted over to her.

“So … this isn’t a nude, right?”

Leita’s face immediately turned bright red as she shook her head vigorously. Rontu’s lips curved up into a charming sort of half-smirk on the left side of his face. He chuckled. “Yeah, I didn’t think you would be up to it.”

Silence rang around them yet again. Leita bowed her head modestly, biting her bottom lip again. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and said, “Um … so … would—would you like a chair …? It—it’s more comfortable …”

“Sure.” He grabbed his own chair placing it to face the back of the easel. He sat down in it as Leita took her stool in front of the easel. She quickly drew her sketchpad out of her backpack along with some fresh pencils.

“So … do you want me in a certain position?” he asked as she set her pad up on the easel.

“No, just pick a position you’re comfortable with and try to hold it.” Leita smiled at him nervously as she flipped to a clean page of her pad. She couldn’t believe it … she was actually going to get to draw him awake. He had so much more energy when he was awake, obviously, and that made it a million times better.

Rontu sat with his left elbow and forearm leaning on the back of the chair. His right hand rested on his right thigh. He sagged back in the chair, his head facing forward, his narrow eyes impassive with boredom. Neither said anything for a long time. All that was heard was the scratching of Leita’s pencil on the surface of her pad. She bit her lip through most of the time she was drawing. Rontu’s dark eyes studied her as she did so.

“… I suppose you got sick of drawing me sleeping,” said Rontu after a while. Leita blushed, her pencil pausing on the paper. The senior’s eyes narrowed at her in a piercing demeanor. “Why did you draw me so many times? And don’t tell me it’s because I’m beautiful, ‘cause that’s bull****.” His voice had the ring of warning tingling through it. She stopped drawing. Her large eyes came to rest fully on him, her lips lightly separated in surprise. The younger classman lowered her green eyes to her lap, biting her bottom lip.

“You’re right … beautiful isn’t the best answer to that … I … I don’t really know how explain it …” Her eyebrows furrowed with the effort. “I … just had to … I had to draw you … I—I’m sorry for doing so without having asked you.”

Rontu gave a simple shrug, not saying anything more. So Leita picked up her pencil again, and continued to draw. An hour or two passed by without either one speaking another word. There were only the scratches of her pencil filling the emptiness of the air, until she finally put down her pencil, announcing that they could leave now. Rontu didn’t speak as he stood up while Leita packed away her supplies. They left the art studio together in silence, passing down the hall with lifeless air between them again. Rontu didn’t say anything or even look at her until they were outside the school.

“How are you getting home?” he asked without looking at her. The younger classman looked up at him with big, green eyes wide with the same child-like curiosity.

“Um … walking,” she said, and then bit her bottom lip, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear again. Rontu paused before he started walking toward the school parking lot.

“Come on, I’ll give ya ride.”

She gave a little gasp, following him over to his black Harley. “Y-you don’t have to. I don’t live that far away.”

“Of course,” he said, swinging a leg over it, sitting down on his motorcycle, grabbing his black helmet from the hook on the back. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to be seen riding with me.” He gave her that same half-smirk, holding his bike helmet in his lap. “You’re a good girl. You don’t want to be seen with someone like me … And I guess you might not want to ride a motorcycle either.”

Leita gave a little gasp, pouting slightly. Her eyebrows furrowed with anxiety. “N-no, that’s not it. I don’t mind being seen with you … It’s just that you don’t have to … I don’t live far.”

“It’s getting dark; do you want to ride or don’t you?” He lifted the helmet out to her, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. Leita hesitated, biting her bottom lip, her hands twisting anxiously together, her eyebrow furrowing. She took the helmet with her small hands. Rontu nodded, the corner of his mouth small giving a twitch of a suppressed smile. He leaned forward a little to help her secure it on her head. Leita blushed when she felt the heat of his fingers brushed against her chin. She swung up onto the back of his motorcycle. “Okay, hold on tight.”

She bit her bottom lip as her small arms fastened around his waist. Her skirt slid up her thighs a little as she hugged his back, making her blush more. Rontu started the engine, letting it purr and roar lightly. He drove it out of the parking lot and then it roared down the street, increasing the speed. Leita let out a little yelp, squeezing Rontu with her arms. They eventually came to a stop at the stop light, when it was red.

“Where do you live?” asked Rontu. Leita stammered the directions before the light turned green. They were off again, yet … Rontu seemed to be going slower than before. It wasn’t long until he turned down a street lined with houses and green lawns. Leita managed to point to a fair sized brick house with a black tar roof, a white door, and a little cement walk-way up to the door. There was a cop car in the drive-way.

Rontu pulled up to the sidewalk. He quickly got off and helped Leita off the bike. His fingers brushed her chin again as he pulled unbuckle the black helmet. He pulled it off as their eyes met, making Leita’s face flush pink in her cheeks. They were quiet for a few moments, until he finally turned his gaze to gaze at the cop car.

“’Your parents cops or something?” he asked. Leita shook her head, biting her bottom lip, tipping her head down at an angle to the right.

“N-no … well, this is a foster home …” she said softly and shyly. She blushed a little again, pushing her hair back behind her ear impulsively. Rontu blinked a few times, and then looked over his shoulder at the house behind them. His face resumed his impassive calculating expression.

“Oh … so you’re a foster kid …”

The door to the house opened abruptly, a boy stepping out of it. He was six foot, but Rontu was still about four inches taller than him. He was pale, like Leita. His hair was coal-black, short. It tuck up and out at odd angles and locks, spiked with gel; though it was a little longer than the normal spiked hair-do. The spikes were in larger clumps and dropped down more, but some where still out at strange angles. One single lock of black hair drooped in his eyes. His eyes were large like Leita’s but a very dark midnight-blue instead of emerald-green. His face was oval-shaped, not a heart-shape like Leita’s was. It was a little narrow too. His body was a semi muscular, but more on the lean side of body structures. It was more than fair to say that he was an attractive young man. Rontu looked older, but not by too much. The teenager looked about eighteen.

He wore dark black jeans, bagger than Rontu’s but not ridiculously so like the many other boys in their school. He at least held his up to his waist with a belt instead of flashing his boxers for everyone to see. He wore a dark blue shirt with short sleeves over a white undershirt that sleeves reached to his elbows. He wore black tennis shoes.

His face was scowling at Rontu as he walked out. Leita peeked around Rontu to look at him. She gave a little gasp.

“Z-zack …” she stammered. Zack stomped right up to Rontu, his once large eyes narrowed dangerously at the taller man. Rontu glared back. His eyes became extremely piercing and looked just as dangerous as Zack’s glower, if not more. The two boys glared at each other for a time. Leita watched them both pensively, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“What are you doing with my sister?” he asked quickly with an accusing tone.

“Dropping her off at home, moron,” he retorted, adding a snarl to his lips. His eyes continued to gaze at Zack coolly. He eventually turned away, putting on his bike helmet, buckling it, and then swung a leg over his bike. Zack quickly ran in front of the motorcycle, slamming his hands on the handle bars, he glared heatedly.

“You’re not going anywhere until I get a better answer than that. I don’t take well to scum like you driving my little sister home,” he growled.

Rontu snarled dangerously back at the other young man. Leita had never seen anyone speak to Rontu that way before. No one had ever seemed brave enough to even glare at him like Zack was. She couldn’t but wonder if Zack knew about Rontu’s reputation or not. And if he did, would he still be glaring at Rontu like he was?

“Z-zack! S-stop!” she gasped, clinging at her brother’s arm, trying to pull him away. “He—he was modeling for me after school—He was just giving me a ride home!”

Zack glanced down at his sister, his glower faltering. He blinked almost stupidly for a few moments.

“… Oh …”

Rontu gave Zack a raised eyebrow. The young man rubbed the back of his neck, looking at Rontu from the corners of his blue eyes. The senior’s eyes were still narrowed with irritation. Before he could speak, the door to the house opened again and another stepped outside.

Stay tuned for another espisode of Whom Covets Florids.

Just kidding, well ... if I might start posting it as a cute side story later. But for now, that's it.

Oh my god, that's wonderful! That's really good, I might try a thing like that in the near future... *glares at Rontu and huggles Leita happily*

I must say that this rocks. It is one of the best written peices of writing here, and has a good plot too. The wording was good, and I shall be looking here often. Good work.

Yay, My turn to be a kiss ass! But really this is EXTREMLEY good writting, Better than some author's out there. You have this way of making the reader understand how every situation feels to the character. Good job.

hope writers block is over, but if it isn't, i apologize even though it isn't my fault. hope that the next chapter is soon, cause i need to find out what happens that can turn this whole thing around. I doubt that this story can really continue to the fullest with even one of them gone from to, um, get raped by some piece of ***** who Rontu probably could have killed without much effort if he hadn't been struck by Kushin.

This post interests me a lot. However im extremely picky with what i read so ive only read 1/3 of it, but seems cool. I'm spanish BTW just a random fact

if you already have ur story thought out, how do you have writer's block. or do i just lack a brain???
i found ways to overcome writer's block right here: Writer's block - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia