Siyasais

I lost control. (I gained chaos.) I lost my freedom. (I gained trust.) I lost the will to live. (I gained a reason to live.) I lost the light. (I gained the darkness.) I lost love. (I gained hate.) I say that I lost the battle. (But I won the war.) Who really won when it is all said and done? (I never win.) Everyone believes what they have been told. (I am the one lying.) They think that this is the truth. (They are all fools.) They believe that what I have done is right, that I actually want to help them. (I only help myself.) They think I'd sacrifice for them. (They are wrong.) Most say actions speak louder than words, that I'm p

 When Azula was younger, there were few things that she could not do. She was a prodigy, of course. The only time she was presented with any sort of activity with a challenge, whether she admitted it or not, was when Ty Lee was around. Ty Lee often showed her acrobatic abilities to the fire nation princess who would then attempt to copy her. More often than not, Azula had some trouble doing them, but would keep on trying until she could perfectly pull off the move. "What are you doing, Ty Lee?" Azula asked, looking up from the scroll she had been studying. Ty Lee was also supposed to be studyng, but was instead jumping on one foot with the o

"Is it edible?" The straw-hat captain quickly asked upon being presented the strange green plant. "No, you idiot!" Nami quickly exclaimed. "It's poisonous!" She added. "What's it for then?" Luffy asked, confused as to the purpose of the inedible plant. "It is tradition, Captain-san, to take the mistletoe and hang it over a door way or some other entrance and if two people are underneath it together then they kiss." Robin said, looking up from her book. "It's just as Robin said, a stupid Christmas tradition." Nami added. "Then I'll just hang it up right away, Robin-chwan and Nami-swan!" Sanji said and quickly went to fixing the mistletoe

 I sat upon my bed, crying. The sound of metal crashing in the kitchen made me spring up, rushing to the source. The kitchen was empty; the sound was nothing more than a pan that had fallen onto the floor. I let out a chuckle at my own stupidity. I thought it had been you. I placed the pan back onto the tower of dirty dishes. The metallic scent of unwashed dishes and rotten food wafted through the air. My nose wrinkled in disgust as the offending odor entered my nasal passage. I sighed as I stared at the muck and grime covered objects. You'd have scolded me for letting them become that bad. I removed all the dishes from inside the sink and fi

1. Here's to you- Ennio Morricone (From MGS4) Irene sighed as she laid her flowers upon Teresa's grave. She blinked back tears that rose unbidden to her face. The past year without the woman had been tough. Her face screwed up in agony as a sob racked itself through her body. "If it wasn't for us…me…you'd still be here. I'm sorry Teresa." She whispered. She hated how this pain made her feel…it was agonizing. But she knew that Teresa would believe it to be a good thing. "You are still a human and feel human emotions." She'd whisper to the elven woman, had she been alive. With a final nod and goodbye, Irene stood up and walked

Nami leaned back in her chair and stretched, sighing as she felt her back crack. "I need a break." She whispered to herself. She felt her stomach growl and chuckled a little. "Maybe I will join Robin for that cake." Nami said with a smile. She cleaned up her maps and mapping materials before heading to the deck. She opened the door and paused as she saw Robin sitting on the deck, hugging her knees and quivering, the woman's face buried in her knees. Nami creeped a little closer and was able to hear sobs coming from the archeologist. 'Robin…is crying? Why?' She asked herself. She examined the deck and saw that the small deck table was

She made everything perfect for her orange haired navigator. She spread a clean table cloth over a small circular table. She lit candles and snuck into the cook's special wine storage. The raven haired archeologist slowly poured the crimson liquid into two glasses and stared at her reflection. "It's okay, Robin. You can do it. Just bring her out here for a couple glasses of wine and some cake Cook-san made. And then you can tell her how you feel." Robin whispered and took a deep breath; trying quell the fluttering in her stomach. "It's now or never." She whispered and walked to the room that she and the navigator shared. She opened the door

 Ryn awoke with a pit of dread in her stomach. Her night mare had consisted of her body being torn limb from limb. She was then strung up by her entrails above a cauldron of some boiling substance that smelled fouler than any decayed animal. Right as her tangled mess of guts gave way and she fell, a cold, yet refreshing wind blew. It blew the whole scene away, leaving her, limbs and entrails intact and reattached, lying in a room made entirely of white marble. She sat up as she heard an angelic voice telling her that all would be well. A beautiful woman with long ebony tresses, darker than even the raven's wing and eyes more vibrantly green t