tengaku squared

Graww. I will.

I'm too goddamn tired to do anything.

*headconcretefloor*

I have sads () that the following are not in here: Megure x Agasa Korn x Chianti Gin x Sherry Sonoko x Makoto Kobayashi x Shiratori AND I OFFICIALLY SUPPORT KORN X AYUMI.

When Parkur posts, the whole world listens. And then I throw a pizza at him.

It was my turn to pay for dinner. And dinner was some 90 bucks... Gah, my wallet's a bleedin'! It was a special occassion, but that does not soothe my bleedin' wallet!

*automatically supports this post because the post was made by PARKUR*

My friends claim I have a deep laugh that makes others feel either warm or embarrassed.

It was a few days after the plane attack. The news coverage finally died down, allowing police to fully investigate the scene. The evidence suggesting Mark was alive was piling up higher and higher... Tired from a hard day at work, Inspector Gray sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV. His little 6-year old son quickly waddled into the room and jumped into his lap. Gray smiled wearily, and stared stroking his son's hair. "More coverage on the recent crime wave," the woman on the TV said. Gray's eyebrows turned up in interest. Ever since the plane attack, criminals have been stealing, assaulting, and kidnapping everywhere. When Gray first learned of the issue, he thought the police force would have their hands full for a long time. That was not the case. Gray was recently informed of a strange man wearing a black shirt that said, "In Mourning", with his whole right side of his face bandaged and his arms covered in black spots was walking in front of criminals, and effectively disabling them. However, he seemed to disappear very quickly once he had stopped the criminal. The news broadcast talked about the strange man, calling him a "hero" for stopping criminals here and there. However, one of the men on the news broadcast commented on the fact that this man only stopped certain crimes, and not others. The TV then showed a map of the city, with dots signifying locations where this man interefered with crime. In the western part of town, there were for dots, neatly placed such that if connected, they would make a rectangle. "Or a C," Gray thought wearily. The central part of town wore three dots. At this point, the little kid, who had been oddly silent all this time, pointed at the screen and said, "Dad, doesn't this look like an upside-down V?" Gray looked at his son for a second, then said, "Looks like an A to me." "Wait...A? C...A..." Gray's eyes quickly turned to the eastern part of town, which wore three dots. The positions of the dots were such that if connected, they would make a triangle. "Or a...L!" Gray's mind quickly put this together. "CAL!" He rushed over to the phone, and dialed the police station. "I know this may sound strange, but get me into contact with the California Police, now!"

10 years from now, I'll probably find a way to get Cure off my magnet. :V

Touched I am.

Inspector Gray leaned back into his chair, his hat covering his eyes and legs on his desk, and let out a big sigh. "We can't keep this undercover for long." On the TV on the opposite wall was a broadcast of the plane attack. "There are no known survivors of the attack besides two girls and a plane attendant, all of which have refused to comment at the moment. One of the known casualties of this attack appear to be a 17-year old Asian male named Mark. Mark is the leader of a local crime gang, and is responsible for the many kidnappings, arsons, and bombings occuring within the city." Inspector Gray turned off the TV when the broadcast came to the part with his interview. He couldn't bear seeing himself lie. He remembered the report: "DNA Test on body assumed to be Mark. DNA does not match body, nor any body on plane. Likely either body was incinerated during impact, or subject survived." And Gray had good reason to believe the latter. ======================= "Kidnapper!" A mother and a child were walking amiably on a bridge, when suddenly a man sneaked up from behind them and lifted the child up within his arms, and ran. Knife in one hand, child in other, everyone got out of his way. Except one person dressed in black. "Get out of the way!" The kidnapper thrusted his knife, but the man dressed in black ducked, kicked the kidnapper's legs from under him. He dropped the child, and quickly scrambled away and ran away. The man in black picked up the knife with two fingers and threw it into the river below. He then grabbed the hand of the boy, and led him back to his mother. The reaction of course, was pure thankfullness. "Thank you for stopping that kidnapper! May I know your name?" The man hesitated, then stared at the road, where two police cars were roaming. He turned around, and said: "My name is Mark." And when the woman blinked, the man was gone. A/N: This does not mean I'm alive.

I'm planning on using a gigantic magnet that will forcefully find Cure and we will have Cure again!

Gazing at the stars is wonderful... Whoops, lost my mind there. Welcome to DCW!

:V You should've been asleep a while ago. But...good night!

Thank you, and you're welcome. (Dang, when do most people get to use both "thank you" and "you're welcome" to the same person in consecutive order?)

Blame my laptop. BTW, I love your Ran avatar. <3

Should be in there. Check my part of the story again.

Didn't I mention not to revive me, aka. save me? I killed myself for a reason, you know.