Lea-Kane

She remembered being told that the Velvet Room would never summon her in her sleep again, but there was something oddly appealing about knowing that Igor really was just full of shit sometimes. At first, it came to her like normal; the blue, the feeling of leather and plush, the lights coalescing and sculpting the interior into the shape of a limo lounge. She only knew something was off when the lights suddenly shivered and died, plunging the room into a misty darkness. There was no Margaret smiling and offering her a virgin pina colada, no creepy man leering over a table at her (or a table, for that matter), no Marie swinging her legs and p

Birth They smiled and nodded as they were swallowed in the glow, shape changing and shifting into something no longer human-looking but comforting none the less. The children took the cards that appeared with the shapes and hugged them close to their chests, smiling the same smile. For all the trauma, it was a good feeling to start anew. Emergency Kaguya whirled around and planted her hand over her eyes as Kanji turned to face the older students. Yosuke screamed like a banshee. “NOT COOL, MAN! NOT. COOL.” “Wh-what?”, Tatsumi said, blinking. “I haven’t even said anything yet! Senpai, what’re you lo

Introduction The first thing she was aware of were faint blue lights. At first, they simply were, with no source and no direction. But slowly, carefully, as if having to pick their shape out and not being sure how to go about it, the blue coalesced above her and took the outline of the lights of a car roof-- or perhaps a sconce on a very low ceiling? No, no…the rest of the “room” slowly swam into being, and it was most assuredly a car; a limo, to be precise. A particularly nice one, in fact. As the space’s features became more distinct, the silver haired girl began to make out a minibar to her left, well stocked and

I care not for your words (To be fair I never did) They're hollow and cold Full of hatred and mold Pushing and shoving us over the edge You demanded we bow You demanded we break If you asked us We all would jump into a lake You asked for love Then beat us with a stick And because of all that I stopped caring right quick I care not for your words When directed at me I tried, but no longer I cut myself free But she still loved you God DAMN you She cared from the start And you smashed and crashed A part-broken heart You tore her down with words of spite You refused to talk, only fight Words against me, I can abide But you told her you love he

You've been replaced. You can see it, clear as day. She says she's worried about you, but she's not. How could she be? You've been replaced with adventure and wonder. She's the hero you always wanted to be and every confident smile she gives has replaced you in her eyes. She dances through worlds with her shadow at her side, both of them swirling, keyblades flashing. Those blades should be your, YOURS, dammit, you left the islands, you're protecting Kairi, YOU should be the hero! But you're not. And they're not. And she's not. You've been replaced. You made a few shadows, you say to help you but really to make up for the abscence of your

It was dark. It was cold. And to be honest? He was scared. But he couldn't stay here. The warmth and light in this house…it was simply a lie. It was all a lie. Blues panted heavily as he sprung down from the rooftops into the heavy snow below. Shifting his bag’s strap in a vain attempt to make it more comfortable, the young robot looked around, eyes wide and with the faintest hint of glowing, paranoid about being caught in his bid for freedom. Perhaps, had the first of Light Lab’s robots been in a better state of mind, he would've realized the irony of a young son fleeing from home on a gloomy, snowy day a week before Ch

The two children had managed to drag themselves into the lab after the battle. Rock sat, sipping his E-tank, staring at the other, smaller boy. Zero's arm had taken massive damage shoving the Robot Master they had been fighting off of the Blue Bomber, and unfortunately, he was much harder to repair than Megaman. The blonde's arm lay open on the table, internal circuity and metal skeleton exposed and attached to wires that pumped restoration nanites into him. The younger 'bot himself was trying not to pay attention to this, as it brought up too many memories of his rather cruel maker. "You didn't have to do that." Bright blue eyes blinked an