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UryuxReader: Pride of the Quincy Part 4UryuxReader: Pride of the Quincy Part 4 by 13Youko
A sharp pain ripped you from the darkness around you. It spread over your back and you gasped lightly as your senses slowly come back. You realized that you were laying on your stomach on a bed of some sort and had a blanket wrapped around your waist, leaving your back bare. Your eyes snapped over as you realized that you weren’t wearing a shirt, only some bandages that were wrapped around your torso. You sat up quickly only you gasp as another sharp pain shot up your back.
You heard the paper door behind you slid open. “Oh I see our patient is awake.” You whipped around to face the person. Standing at the door was a man with blonde hair and a stripped bucket hat. He was holding a fan over his face, but you could still make out that he was smiling. “How are you feeling?”
You pulled the blanket up covering your bandaged chest. “You, you,” the man leaned forward to hear you better, “you pervert!” You kicked your leg hitting him in the
DuoxReader: Day OffDuoxReader: Day Off by 13Youko
Your fingers gently taped the tea cup in front of you as you glanced down the street. You were at your favorite café, sitting at one of the outside tables. It was a beautiful day out; the sun was high in the sky and everyone was walking around happily. None of them seemed to care about the war going on out there in space. They didn't see it so it didn't feel real to them. You weren't like that, you saw it every day. This was one of your rare days off when you were able to get away from it all. You sighed and took a sip of your tea.
"Now such a pretty girl shouldn't sigh." A male voice said from behind you.
"I wouldn't have a reason to if I hadn't kept waiting." You answered, setting your tea cup down on its saucer.
He chuckled. "Sorry (Name)." He stepped up and took his seat across from you. "I got a bit held up on the ship." He readjusted the black hat on his head. The male was dressed completely in black like usual.
"With that disguise?" You rested your elbows on the table and g
UryuxReader: Pride of the Quincy Part 2UryuxReader: Pride of the Quincy Part 2 by 13Youko
You continued to eat your lunch without a care as the other three teens around you were all staring at you, ignoring the lunches by their side.
“Are you going to ask me something? Or are you going to stare at me all though lunch?” You popped some rice into your mouth.
“You’re not a soul reaper.” Rukia stated, staring at you. “I’ve never seen you before.”
“Just because you’ve never seen me before don’t mean I’m not a soul reaper.” The three teens stared at you. Ichigo and Rukia looked surprised, while the teen with glasses was glaring at you. You grinned at their expressions. “However, you’re right I’m not a soul reaper.”
“Then you’re a Quincy?” Ichigo asked.
The other teen glared at him. “Don’t be stupid Ichigo! There aren’t any female Quincy’s left!”
Ichigo growled. “Well what else do you think she is then Uryu?!”
Clouded SkiesSammy was a bolt of lightning across the field.Clouded Skies by Angel-Tsuki
And the crowd, thundered with applause.
The girls showered over this blonde boy
wrapped in gold and silver (medals).
But one night between curiosity and allusion,
they saw him tip toe the silent love
...of another man.
gossip widened and thoughts narrowed down.
He didn't run, he tripped over judgement.
He wasn't feeling the weight of his past victories,
he was feeling the weight of their words-the insults.
He was now wrapped not in medals, but in labels.
Don't become an artistFor you will look at love as abstract art.Don't become an artist by Angel-Tsuki
You will look at the sky as a canvas to paint your heart
Feel raindrops ink your skin with poetry.
You will draw curves out of straight lines
You will make sense out of slant rhyme
Call empty space, a place to contemplate
And fill walls with kaleidoscope memories
You will inject beats in your veins
And get high on good music
You will dance to the pitter-patter of rain
and sing of melancholy and pain
You will taste ink in your first kiss
After which, you’ll ask the weirdest questions.
You will make a carbon copy of the intellectual conversations
You had on your first date.
You will see depth in his eyes
Depth, you’re ready to fall into.
You will love his every word-Truth or lies
For you will be a victim to metaphors and similies.
You will live in your tiny world of stories
And when someone out there, outside your own bubble
Of profound thoughts and fantasies
Share the same story, you let them write yours too.
You let them read your
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