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Twelve Months Spent With You - Part Three - DRNovember – The Issue of the TurkeyTwelve Months Spent With You - Part Three - DR by Ashdapple
“Okay, who decided it was a good idea to let Leon and Ume cook the turkey?!” Mondo demanded loudly to the group of traumatized-looking people in front of him, pointing at the charred remains of what was supposed to be a Thanksgiving turkey. It looked more like a huge volcano rock at this point. Black smoke billowed off of it, and Naegi quickly pulled away from the group to open a window before whatever toxins milling around in the air got into their lungs.
Shakily, Ishimaru shakily raised his hand, saying, “Forgive me, Bro, but I didn’t know Ume and Leon would… burn the turkey so badly. Or that… they uh… don’t know how to cook…” His voice was shaky and Ume was beginning to worry that the boy would pass out from having messed up. Ume had seen healthier complexions on people who had lost several pints of blood during an injury.
Apparently, Mondo must have sensed this too, as he immediatel
Twelve Months Spent With You - Part Two - DR(After the Despair Incident)Twelve Months Spent With You - Part Two - DR by Ashdapple
July – Mother
She honestly thought it would be all behind her by now. Of course, she had every right to be mad and shit, but all of the stuff was in the past. After all, whenever someone grieved over something, Ume always reminded them that they could all get over it eventually. But even though it had been weeks since they escaped from Hopes Peak Academy, Ume was still reminded of it constantly, whether it through her night terrors at night or it be old memories resurfacing in her daily life. Sometimes, these ordeals were so bad, she would go into a small panic attack until Naegi or Leon pulled her out of it. But she supposed that was normal. After all, anyone in her situation would have a great deal of post-traumatic stress disorder. Hell, she wasn’t alone on it either. She knew Naegi was especially haunted by the deaths of some of their friends at night whenever he went to sleep (she was usually jolted awake from her own night terrors from his
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January – Overdressed
Ume had never felt more out of place in her whole entire life. She felt like a peacock trying to blend in with a flock of pigeons. A ladybug trying to crawl along with a bunch of ants. A sore thumb. Who could blame her? Here she was, wearing the flashiest, most expensive dress she could find, decorated with rhinestones and everything at a party where people dressed like they did every day at school. Red-hot embarrassment crept across her body, making her wish that the floor would just open up and swallow her whole so she wouldn’t have to endure it any longer. But mixed in with that embarrassment was a sense of sharp fury… and it was directed to a clearly very anxious boy standing next to her, holding her hand. Normally, when he got this tense, she would calm him… but not this time. She was not offering any mercy his way.
“Leon,” she said crisply, making sure that he heard the sharpness of her tone, “
Soda Pop and Thank Yous - Dangan Ronpa FanfictionChihiro Fujisaki never thought that taking this job would bring him so much stress. After all, he was working at an arcade for gosh sakes! A place that made people laugh and smile as they played various video games in the hope of winning a bunch of tickets or beating the highest score on a random shooter or something like that. It was a place where little kids excitedly scoured the isles of the gift shop, looking for cheap toys and sugary candy to get with the tickets they rightfully achieved. It was a place where classic arcade music reigned and where people’s ultimate goal was to have fun. Plus, Chihiro literally got to be surrounded by an emporium of various electronics and help fix them. The job in all way, shape, and forms seemed like the dream career (you know… if it paid better anyway).Soda Pop and Thank Yous - Dangan Ronpa Fanfiction by Ashdapple
And for the most part, it was exactly that. Chihiro genuinely enjoyed it. The job was rather simple for him (seeing as most of the problems he had to fix up were minor little fix-ups
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Babysitting - StreamClan Fanfiction - GiftHow, in the dear name of StarClan, did Leonpaw get himself stuck in this situation? Why was he stuck here in camp, babysitting some dumb kits while a majority of his Clanmates were attending the Gathering?
Actually, why was he asking these questions to himself? He knew the answer to them all.
The reason he was stuck here was through the carefully concentrated effort of Kirigiripaw and Monobear, or aka, the scourges of his whole entire existence. Okay, so maybe he was the only cat who knew and called them by that, but still, it was a fitting nickname.
Granted, he had been foolish to believe Monobear in the first place. But an apprentice should be able to his trust his/her mentor full-heartedly. Wasn’t that like one of the unspoken agreements in the ritual between both mentor and apprentice. Sure, Monobear was an evil, sadistic cat but…
No, there was nothing to add to that. There was his answer of why he shouldn’t trust any of Monobear’s words. Monobear was a sic
Secret Chocolate - Durarara! FanfictionShitsuo had always liked chocolate. Normally, this fact wouldn’t shock anyone. Lots of people loved chocolate. It was a perfectly normal love to have. Maybe not the healthiest, but it was okay.
But people were raised in different families, and if Shitsuo’s family had even heard a hint of this fact, he didn’t even want to imagine how much they would hound and lecture him.
Shitsuo’s family, to say the very least, were extremely strict. Obedience was the one skill Shitsuo had mastered completely. It was the law he was raised by his whole entire life. Whatever his parents said was law.
He was assigned to be a butler to Sakuraya by his family, so obviously, he had to learn how to be obedient and used to taking orders. His family had given him early experience per say. Everything in Shitsuo’s life was controlled by them, timing and everything.
Shitsuo, when he went to play outside with other friends, had to come back exactly an hour later. That was his curfew. &