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Stargazer ch 2Gilbert backed away from the Japanese teen. It was almost a law that anyone who dare even look at Mr. Wang's younger brother would suffer the wrath of a thousand pandas.
Mr. Wang had the issue of being over protective with all of his siblings, except maybe a certain Korean. Gilbert knew he wasn't getting out of this alive if word of this escaped the classroom.
"... So I see you like Miku! Ha ha.. ha." Gilbert said, not in the awesome mind set for the moment, "She's great, totally wasn't trying to molest you or anything."
Kiku just stared at the platinum haired teen with a blank expression on his face.
"Miku-Chan is my idol." Kiku continues staring at the other in turn making Gilbert feel awkward.
"... Awesome." Gilbert cracks a smile, though he loses it quickly noticing the others still blank expression.
"I'm not going to tell my brother-"
"Gott sei dank! I thought you were gong to have me sacrificed to some sort of panda god or something" Gilbert says regaining his cool/awesome compos
The Prince and the Polar Bear 12See link in description to view this story in all it's fanfiction.net glory
Where did the day go? Just a few minutes ago they had been above the forest where a polar bear's misfortune had began, searching for any clue to why the wizard wouldn't just off them all, but now, it was dark, they couldn't move, they were scared. They couldn't call for help, they didn't even know where they were.
"You see, this is why you don't get in my way. Your master never thought that I was a threat, but here I am, about to take back the power they had stripped from me, and there's nothing you can do to stop me"
"You're NOT going to win Kuma... I have faith in Matt, he's stronger than you think he is, and he doesn't have restrictions. Not like you do"
"Go ahead and think that parakeet, his blood will run, and you can't stop me"
Twelve hours remained. Twelve hours until Kiku would be forced to marry Alfred, twelve hours until Kiku would abscond, and twelve hours until Kumajiro would strike for t
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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