~ "Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before"
~ "Wish you were here...
Me, oh, my countryman,
Wish you were here... "~
Es ist kalt in dem kleinen, kargen Raum, verdammt kalt. Ob ichs mir einbilde oder nicht, die
Temperaturen dort draußen erinnern mich stark an Russland, auch wenn das hier eigentlich
England ist.
How this could have come so far?
Actually I don't even understand it myself.
Yes, probably I could just have packed my stuff and gone away. Just somewhere, far away. Especially from him.
But things weren't this easy.
~ "Say good bye
tada good bye
subete no wazurawashisa ni good bye
Say good bye
tada good bye
kawaru koto osorezu ni good bye" ~
I can't get these lines out of my head.
I'm staring into a certain direction.
I see a figure, lonely and sad.
[Die]
The stinging pain brakes through the walls of numbness clouding my senses.
I let my head sink.
Fine drops of red blood drip onto plain white tiles.
It was a starless night in autumn.
Exhausted from the concert Inoran fell onto his bed and closed his eyes for a moment, reviewing the gig.
The powerful sound and blazing lights, screaming audience, ecstasy...
It was all just like it had been back then.
The sound of a slap broke the tense silence.
J winced as the hand hit his face, leaving a burning red impression.
"How could you?!"
Inoran's tears fell freely, his eyes never leaving the scene.
Sugizo was sitting on the bed, his body hardly covered, eyes wide in shock.
I was awoken by my phone, that rang.
Tiredly I peeled myself out of the sheets and walked to the phone.
I felt strange, like something wouldn't be alright.
My hand closed around the phone, tighter as needed, as I picked up.
"Moshi moshi?"
"Izumi-san? This is Dr.
Do you believe in angels? I'll tell you a story about one, named Sugizo.
The one who's happy life in the wonderful world of angels was only disturbed by his visions.
Visions from the human’s world.
Visions of pain, torture and tears. And he knew who made them cry...
Nachdem Kato und Kanbe Sex miteinander hatten, steht dem skurrilen Aftrag nun nichts mehr im Wege. Doch leicht wird dieser pikante Fall für die beiden gewiss nicht werden...
Mein Name ist Siakoh Diallo und ich bin der Prinz des Paradisvogelstammes der Yokai auf den Aru-Inseln Neuguineas. Nun könnte man dies als wahre Ehre bezeichnen, einmal ein ganzes Dorf leiten zu dürfen. Aber ich sah das anders.
Sirius blickte sie stirnrunzelnd an. „Spinnst du?“ Er klang wie früher.
„Meinst du ich lass dich Nachts alleine durch London streifen, wo die Todesser es auf dich abgesehen haben. Moody würde mich umbringen.“
Hannah lächelte.
Ruhe war über dem Schlachtfeld eingekehrt.
Mit der Stille kamen das Gefühl von Angst und Verlust, gegen das er sich während des Kampfes noch erfolgreich hatte gewehrt.
Alles, was sich sonst erwiesen hatte als bewährt,
schien mit einem Mal grotesk, verkehrt.
Lichtregen