Ranma, I Give You my Heart

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{{Sebastian's Point of View.}}
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I watched her lie in the bed for a moment. Not quite waiting for a response, but enjoying the way she was. Ill, drained of energy. It was delicious.
"Nothing!" she screamed. Her voice did not match her face at all. It was cold and harsh. It lingered, fluttering in the air like a wounded dove. "This is all your bloody fault, you devil! Devil!"
"Ah, so you figured it out?"
The poison like liquid flooded to my eyes and I felt them glow. A faint glint of horror spread across her cheeks.
"You're clever. I never would have guessed. You've got such a stupid look on your...

A Kuroshitsuji semi-introduction fanfiction idea that had been eating away at me for what seems like a millennia. Enjoy. {OC}

My grandfather always told me that if I kept believing that fairies, werewolves and vampires existed, reality would drop a brick on my face sooner or later. Sooner was better than later, so I did an incredible thing. I burned my toys, and I became a lady.

The construction of The Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Paris began in 1875.


Nearly engulfed in fog, the rickety carriage wheels rolled into the entrance. As we crossed the plot line, I extended my neck out the window...