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The Golden Wolf's Son Ch2
Chapter 2: A Boy Named Kenan
Fourteen-year-old Kenan Caraway has been watching the fish intently for a while. The hot sun beat down on his bareback, he was sweating all over. His shorts have been wet after many dives into the lake. The orange-spotted green fish swam around merrily just a few feet away from him; as it approached nearer, he pounced.
He threw his whole body forward and dunked himself in the cool water. He caught the fish in his hands but it slipped from his fingers and swam away.
Damn it! he swore.
Not your lucky day, isnt it? a sly voice called behind him.
Kenan turns around to see his companions around the same age as him sitting on the pier, watching him with amusement. The one was speaking is a boy with tanned skin and red spiky hair. On his right side is a girl with slant brown eyes and blue chin-length hair. A dark-haired boy sat on the red-haired left side, and he has a bored, yet haughty expression on his face. All three of them are h
No Cologne for AxelXemnas Report #487
There has been a slight decrease of cologne, mouthwash, toiletries, and groceries lately so I eventually had sent Number III to buy more this morning. However, if Xaldin rid of the blasted cologne bottle he had bought for Number VIII, perhaps the unfortunate events that followed may never had happened...
Earlier that day...
Xaldin just came back from the store and Vexen, the Chilly Academic, was inspecting the items Xaldin laid out on the kitchen table. The last time Xaldin went shopping, he brought the wrong items and he got a dead bunny for Demyx, who threatened to shave his sideburns if he got the chance.
"Let's see," Vexen read from the grocery list as he inspects each item while Xaldin watches nearby. "Toilet paper, mouthwash, lettuce, tomato soup, cornflake cereal, rose-scented deoderant for Marluxia, tampons for Larxene, and... spicy mint cologne for Axel..."
"... Yeah...?" Xaldin questioned when Vexen holds up the latter item close to his fac
Alternate EndingAlternate Ending of Roxas Gets THE TALK
Roxas, trembling with disgust and shock, is on the verge of sucking his thumb when Luxord spoke up, It appears, I shall be the one explaining here.
What are you gonna do, use your cards as an example? Marluxia sneers.
Nope... However, I'm gonna need some volunteers. A mischevious twinkle appeared on the Gambler of Fate's eye as he spot two certain Nobodies... Demyx, pretend to be a woman, and Axel can be the man...
Axel and Demyx both screamed at him with protest.
Eeewww! Luxord! Demyx cried.
There's NO way in HELL I would DO it with HIM! Axel pointed at the Nobody beside him.
Saix just entered the room.
What are you fools doing here? You're supposed to be on your missions!
Aw, shut your mouth, 'Cuchulain', this is more important, Xigbar said.
And may I ask what is more important than doing missions assigned by the Superior?
The Walrus and the CarpenterThe Walrus and the Carpenter
The moon is shining very brightly, its reflection dancing on the sea. Stars were scattered across the dark, sky glittering like diamonds. Though the sun was absent, it was a very hot night.
The sea waves splashed and crashed on the shores of Briny Beach with rythm.
Two mysterious figures were walking across the beach. One of them is an old, fat Walrus, while the other is a young, skinny Carpenter. Both of them had been walking for many hours and they were both tired and hungry. The heat of the atmosphere is not helping them one bit.
"Mister Walrus," the Carpenter spoke up, "I'm so terribly tired and I shan't go much further." Then with that, he fell flat-faced on the coarse sand.
The Walrus looked down at him with a tired smile.
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of other things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, cabbages and kings."
"You speak of nonsense, dear friend," the Carpenter said, still on the ground.
"Ahh, nonsense is all I h
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