Anonymous DreamsDreaming a dream, from a little white pillAnonymous Dreams by fireyfreedom
Scent of blood and stale sweat on my tongue
And here I lie
In the arms of a stranger, with a mother's warning words in my head,
'Be careful of the man with the candy,
The man in the car.
Be aware of anyone walking to close
Don't let my baby go near a stranger'
A mother's prayer for her baby girl
Breakable fragile girl
Yet here I am, surrounded by strangers,
Sleeping with them, among them.
Wandering and trying to find that aching hole.
Maybe this needle will do the trick.
Another stranger, A flare of pain,
Perfect subtleties playing across bruised flesh
Not this time, not near enough
Another white pill, another dream of ecstasy,
Only to come to, alone
Not even a stranger to comfort me.
Can you hear me mommy?
I've gotten lost in the night,
False light and brilliant colors,
But if I open my mouth I can still taste
The scent of blood and stale sweat
Arms wrapped tight
Trying to find that perfect someone
A perfect stranger,
Strange Weather We're Having"What an unpleasant outing," L said with a sigh and childishly draped his towel over his head. Light would have laughed if he wasn't dripping in annoyance under his own towel.Strange Weather We're Having by Bodacious-S
"Well, it's your own fault for going out in the storm like that," he grumbled. "What did you think was going to happen?" Light was busy rubbing his hair dry when something warm and fuzzy enveloped his foot. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself gazing down at L, who had on the most pitiful puppy dog face he'd ever seen. "Hey! What're you?"
"I thought I might help," L said innocently. He was crouched on the stairs, dabbing at Light's feet with his own towel. "I mean, you were drying yourself off anyway I can give you a massage, too. I'm actually pretty good at it. Besides, it's the least I could do to atone for my sins."
"It's fine," Light said stiffly, if only to end the conversation before it went somewhere he didn't want it to go. "Do what you want."
L nodded and got to work. He pressed a litt
Like Other Boys"LAWLIET!"Like Other Boys by Bodacious-S
This was the only warning he got before he had his arms full of three young boys. The blonde clung tightly to his shirt front and began sobbing into his shoulder.
"Mello," L muttered in concern. "What's wrong?"
"Roger said he couldn't eat chocolate anymore," Matt explained, rubbing Mello's back comfortingly.
"It's not fair!" Mello wailed. "He said I had to be healthy to be a detective. Well, if being a detective means being unhappy, I think I'd rather be a a normal person!"
"Mello-kun doesn't mean that," Near said, worry creeping into his voice.
"Like hell I don't!" Mello exploded. "Who does Roger think he is, trying to control everything we do like that? He doesn't know us! Besides, L eats sweets all the time, doesn't he?"
"Roger is only doing what he thinks is best," L said. "Granted, what is best for normal children does not generally work on prodigies"
"Straight up," Matt agreed.
Mello sniffled and buried his face in L's shirt. "It's not fair
Wammy House Host ClubOnly those with grades far above average and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time at the elite private school Wammy's House. The Wammy Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands; just think of it as Wammy's elegant playground for the super smart and beautiful.Wammy House Host Club by Bodacious-S
"This place has four libraries," the boy uttered to himself. "You'd think one of them would be quiet." His book bag slung over his shoulder, the black haired boy closed the library door, muting the chatter on the other side to just a dull roar, and slouched off in the opposite direction. "I'm beginning to think that rich kids only come to school to have a good time." The boy stopped and read the sign above the large, ornate door at the end of the hallway. "An abandoned music room?" he whispered. "Huh. I suppose this will be the only place I'll be able to s
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