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Once upon a time in the great castle of Camelot, the King was crowned and his name was Kamijo the Pretty. He was called that because he was indeed, very pretty, but there was nothing else other than that to him. He could dress himself better than any lady in the land but couldn't wield a sword to save his life. This was the main reason why there were almost no knights at all under his power, because many believed that siding with him would... well, end up very, very badly. King Kamijo did have one faithful page named Teru the Ungrown and he was called this for several reasons that would be unsuitable for a PG rated fic. But this isn't a PG r

Hizaki decided to give the pub a miss as it was too late and headed straight home. His way was growing darker, as the lamps were being put out for the approaching day. He cursed the idiot under his breath with his choiciest swear words and carried on. It was freezing. Too cold for a late autumn evening. It didn't help Hizaki was only wearing fishnets and nylon either. Why hadn't he brought a scarf, or at least a pair of gloves to keep him warm? He sure envied Masashi right now for that bastard's pimp coat. He decided to run, thinking it'd help take his mind off how annoyingly cold it was (yes, cold could be annoying in Hizaki's head), and

 An angry red moon shone down on the cobbled streets, lighting the faces of scampering underfed urchins. The air was filled with the sound of  the wailing wind and cursing drunks. Prostitutes laughed and jeered at passers by who were hurridly trying to get past, avoiding eye contact with the scum of the night. Tonight, the Reverend Street girls weren't having any luck. They had been here for five hours already and no one had come by at all. Even on bad days one or two came, but tonight was just terrible. "Oi Hizaki!" One of them yelled to a lone figure standing on the bridge, gloomly looking down at the filthy running water below. "Let's st

Once, in a small hamlet not far from where we are now, there lived a gardener with one of the most beautiful cottages anyone had ever laid their eyes upon. It was in spring when our gardener set to work making his garden beautiful again after the long, hard winter. But after a little sowing and tending to the plants, they soon woke up from their duvets of soil and exclaimed "how refreshing it is to come out of the earth!" The daisies and dandelions started shooting up at once until they saw how elegant the cherry blossoms were, so they stayed just a little above their cousins, the grass, yet they still kept their stems up high to show the