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"I want you pissed" meme filled

I wanted to make a decent post, so I wanted to wait until tomorrow (I have a headache I can not not even explain), but then I was afraid that due to lack of will or else I would have given up, but no, I wanted to do. So take it as it is not considered much my words, look beyond.

This evening I had a lesson script, but at 21.30 prof tells us that there is a reading, perhaps the screening of a film, maybe not.
go down in cinema, reading has started, I do not understand what they're talking, few minutes, then the lights go down and appear on the screen of words.

New York August 30 1958


Moscow October 7, 2006

The American anthem, the Twin Towers, Putin and Bush shaking hands.
a name: Anna Politkovskaya.
A journalist who tells the truth, a woman who tells her fear, do the right thing against all odds, whatever the cost.
negotiations with a terrorist, to have some 'water to the children. Harsh words, strong, that hardness that only knows how to get you out of injustice, because almost no-all-is strong enough not to give in to hatred.

"Release at least the children!"
"The Russian government has had mercy when he killed our children for twelve years?"

"You can bring water. And fruit juice "
" The juices are for them or for you? "
" We do not need anything. We are already dead "

The world says that those Chechens are" bad "... I was a bit 'I do not believe that the property is on one side and evil on the other.
I would say "no evidence" because children do not touch, in any case, but I can not. I only regret that those who are at the top do not care, then a law of retaliation is useless. I
other details in mind, gruesome, desperate words, its "Forgive me, children, to satisfy my thirst I have brought water" * and a mother who is tormented for not being able to save her son, did not have breast milk to give him something, do not understand why God allows this - where is God?

* On the plane to take a drink of Anna Politkovskaya is offered tea, poisoned, and those children have been 'forced' to drink their urine.


do not know if I could send something, I do not think, I'm still shaking (and if I try to remember the exact words I could get back to cry) and perhaps do not want, or can not, in rebuild all that was.
The author, Ferdinando Maddaloni, said he wants people s'incazzi to see his show (which is not what we have seen), but I was the only thing I felt was emptiness. .. misunderstanding. But I think that yes, after all, there is also a deep anger.
He told us his experience, his plan for the children of Beslan (This "film" is not for sale, but you can take anywhere from a page on FB as a result of a voluntary donation that will be used to buy a video projector for children in Beslan, the children call him " Grandfather Frost "-Santa Claus-), plans for another job on September 11 and more.
A wonderful person, as far as I could see, that sin will not make his show here by: ; "It 's hard to find an administration that gives us the okay, I understand them but also the assessors, can not understand whether a performance or Right Left. It 'a show of the third force: the PDI, the Party Mad ".


If anyone is interested in learning more ...
A video library for Beslan (Facebook)

This is a (series) has recommended that video to see (Sept. 11):
September Clues (Youtube
He also recommended books, but I do not remember the titles ... Zero Giulietto Church e. .. Damnit, I do not remember.: (

Lyme Disease Occular Migrane

[Detective Conan] Straight Law / / Part 3 of 3

Fandom: Detective Conan
Title: Straight Law
Beta: dylan-mx
Rating: orange
Warning: what if?, Missing moments, one-shot, het,
character death Notes: I sincerely hope not to have fallen in the oocyte because it never forgive me ° _ ° put what if? as a warning that there might be some small inconsistencies with the real history of DC, although I have tried to avoid them, and also because the relationship between Gin and Sherry has not yet been confirmed by the author [as it is quite obvious to me xD]. The title is the name of a cocktail of Gin and Sherry xD Enjoy!
Introduction: The story begins a year before Sherry leaves the organization: the girl is working all'APTX4869 and his life is divided between work and her sister Akemi, until you accidentally catch the attention of Gin begins to monitor and control, preventing it from coming into contact with other people outside the organization. Slowly between the two sets in a species of symbiotic relationship that develops between them without a report that there is a genuine feeling on the part of Sherry, while Gin has an obsessive desire for her to get serious when the girl after her sister's death, the organization is opposed .

Gifter: skyearth85
Link to gift: Here ^ ^

Shiho remained in his house for a few days, for safety, Gin she had talked to the Boss, who had said favorable. The nights spent on the couch seemed longer and longer, more annoying and knew it was not for the uncomfortable position. When the girl returned to his home and resumed work, the man got into the habit of escorting her along the way there and back.
She does not complain about it, every day seemed more and more accustomed to having next to Gin, the smile that came to the point of the idea that he was waiting every night, next to the elevator on the ground floor.
Probably because for the first time in months not found himself completely isolated, but somehow it kept its relationship with the blond. If you think your situation blamed the loneliness that made her look wonderful even know you have someone near him to be bound to her, someone who, while not proving anything to her, was next.
Every time we gave it reflected dell'idiota.
The evening of her eighteenth birthday passed with Gin, a local drink. He received no wish on his part, but actually did not even waiting for them, was already a great gift for her to stay with someone for an entire evening. Shiho
felt via regular mail with Akemi, but did however tell her and the killer, just as he opened his mouth to the fact that a few days after his birthday, Gin had kissed.
could only imagine the reaction of her sister and certainly did not want that type of complications, in the end in itself, the relationship with the man who was quite complicated, as it were, unstable neither was just able to externalize their emotions and the history of them was decidedly ambiguous.
But Sherry did not mind: she loved being with him, sharing the bed too small, which forced them to hug each other to avoid falling, getting up in the morning and find him already awake in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette, he liked his silence, the looks that the spears, that damn smirk on his face.
was enough that his sister was not to know.
Then, finally, came the day when ended his experiment. Shiho found himself staring at the white mouse, smaller, squeaked by moving among the bodies of his companions and raised an eyebrow. That did not expect.
shook his head: it was the only case in which the Apotoxina did not give the desired effect. Of course, it was a curious result, that he wanted to study in depth, but it certainly did not mean that the experiment had failed.
A margin of error, in the end, there always was.
Without thinking twice he took the phone and called Gin, whose voice sounded low and husky on the telephone.
\u0026lt;Tell me.>
\u0026lt;I ended the experiment.> Simply said, his voice betraying his enthusiasm slightly.
There was a moment of silence and she was certain that the other was smiling.
\u0026lt;Arrival.>
Shiho not told him about the shrinking of the mouse, even when he entered the lab and had them a few questions first to report on its success to the Boss, he said only that the APTX4869 had not yet been tested on humans. Gin, however, seemed satisfied. After a moment's pause
Sherry gave him some pills. He knew it could be useful and do not see why not do so in the end had been put to use them.
Knowing the man, he should not have to wait long to see if the poison was working or not.
Not even a week later, in fact, received the news that the fruit of his work had been tested on three people of different age and sex and in different situations: two of them had found the body and he was sure that were dead, but missed the third call, a boy of seventeen, the famous high school detective Shinichi Kudo.
Shiho was again overwhelmed by the job: the Head had asked to make some small changes to the poison and had her in for another Serbian act as soon as he finished with that, also had to make visits to the home of Kudo decree or not the death.
As we reflect on what might have happened to the boy she grew smaller and mind the little mouse white smile, was the most plausible explanation. Gin or her to tell the boss, but chose to keep my mouth shut, he intended to study this phenomenon and it should not be put under pressure by his superiors.
The icing on the cake in the midst of the continuous and frantic pace of life that Shiho had to face was the return of his sister who had entrusted the mission and his inevitable showdown with Gin.
remembered Akemi's face again when he had seen chatting amiably with him was literally bleached and without saying a word she was gone, I step on the heels on the floor in anger. That evening
Sherry had not returned home.
The next day, however, her sister came to visit her in the laboratory. The youngest
winced when the other knocked on the door, but when he turned and left her to enter his eyes were cold and impassive. However, Akemi smiled.
\u0026lt;I just want to talk, Shiho.> Conciliatory he said, responding that the little wary glance gave her.
\u0026lt;Are you worried, I know.> Said the other crossing his arms.
\u0026lt;How could you give me wrong?>
not answered, did not want to dwell in stupid phrases like "do not know", "is a better person than you know" and so on, because they were all fundamentally false. They were not talking about a saint, but one of the most important members of a criminal organization, pass it off as a little angel was the most absurd you might think.
What should I say? At least he was always there? That was the only ever present at his side? That did not matter that it was a mad murderess?
\u0026lt;I do not know. I just know that right now I'm fine.>
was the answer he could give her more sincere, but he knew that was not enough. As
Akemi was explicitly against their relationship at the moment left to lose and never returned to the subject.

trembled slightly, but he took courage it would come out, they would both released. Shiho had to remove the man and had to escape and quickly too. Would go by Come on - or Shuichi to be exact - and because he would enter the witness protection program to protect themselves properly. He prayed that all was well. Akemi
waited standing alone by continuous tremors shook hands and hearts the hope that one.
"I do it especially for you, Shiho. - She thought, smiling sad - You deserve a better life than this, a normal life. "

could hear the shot still echoes in my ears. He glanced impassively at the body lying on the ground, Vodka noted that the death: she had been so naive, so stupid. So pathetic.
He lit a cigarette as he walked toward the car, followed by mate.
That bitch wanted to take away Sherry. The very thought
distorted his face into a grimace of disgust, only a very naive person would really think I can.
The girl was and was to her. I thought every time I looked, every time he was allowed to touch the face, every time he listened carefully to her breathing become more rapid, breathless, frantic. And he knew it could not do without the white skin that was covered with a blanket while her cheeks flushed a little or his cold stare that was suddenly dropped, revealing his fear, his attachment to life ... everything that could not be his. And it was good that she even knew it. Shiho

few days before he was aware of the escape of Rye, that had proved to be a member of the FBI. He had not spoken with Akemi, but those few times I had seen her sister had seemed different, more thoughtful, less sunlight than usual, which was very understandable.
He attributed all the betrayal of Dai and he had not thought about.
But when he learned that what the worry was his plan of escape was too late. When
Akemi discovered that she was dead there was nothing to do.
And when he found himself in front of Gin not stepped back.
\u0026lt;Why?>
He stood for a moment in silence.
\u0026lt;orders from above.> Flat replied, lighting a cigarette.
\u0026lt;I do not care. I want to know why.>
There was no way to distract from that point. Gin did not try to touch her, if she did probably would kill her: that she hated the girl continued to think of his sister, hated the fact not think of him. Things fell
: Shiho refused to continue the experiments and the blond had to inform the boss.
the target to the gas chamber.
He wanted to be him to do so, Sherry knew it while looking into his eyes hovered over her, who was on his knees, handcuffed to keep it from escaping.
Vodka was already feeling out the air and pulled the two of them were alone, in teams.
He wanted to be him to kill her, she was sure, and she, moreover, did not escape.
Gin grinned to see her eyes fill with fear, praise him, made him run a thousand adrenaline. She thought when she'd looked down in despair and defeat, and its cruel smile widened.
\u0026lt;Tomorrow, Sherry.> Out murmured, her eyes shone with a light left.

One thing was certain, would not have left that satisfaction. Shiho
felt tired, my knees ached, my hand comes off the handcuffs he believed at any moment, but despite all smiled like an idiot would have been staring at her lifeless body and could not help it.
At that thought she was funny, especially if you imagine the face of disbelief and angry Gin, almost sorry not to to assist in that scene, because it would be worth it, she was sure. He drew from his pocket
APTX4869 pill that she could hide without someone noticing and stared at her would have been painful, he knew, he remembered the way the mice writhing spasmodically, squealing like never before.
He knew he had to suffer, but it was better than the gas chamber, it was better to be killed by him. It took courage. Seiji She thought for a moment, her parents, for Akemi. He did not believe he would have revised the "other side", considering that for her there was no "other side" but the idea of sharing this moment with them did not seem such a bad idea: then who knows, maybe some some heaven or hell really existed.
She put her mouth and swallowed the pill, safe.
He won anyway, in her mind she had won. The
was enough.

I'm Not Sure If I Have Lice Or Dandruff

[Detective Conan] Straight Law / / Part 2 of 3

Fandom: Detective Conan
Title: Straight Law
Beta: dylan-mx
Rating: orange
Warning: what if?, Missing moments, one-shot, het,
character death Notes: I sincerely hope oocyte loss was not because I do not ever forgive ° _ ° put what if? as a warning that there might be some small inconsistencies with the real history of DC, although I have tried to avoid them, and also because the relationship between Gin and Sherry has not yet been confirmed by the author [as it is for me quite obvious xD]. The title is the name of a cocktail of Gin and Sherry xD Enjoy!
Introduction: The story begins a year before Sherry leaves the organization: the girl is working all'APTX4869 and his life is divided between work and her sister Akemi, until not accidentally catch the attention of Gin begins to follow it and control it and prevent it from coming into contact with other people outside the organization. Slowly between the two sets in a kind of symbiotic relationship that develops between them without a report that there is a genuine feeling on the part of Sherry, while Gin has an obsessive desire for her to get serious when the girl after the death sister, is opposed to the organization.

Gifter: skyearth85
Link to gift: Here ^ ^

He wondered if that night was to go or if it was better to cancel everything, not wanting to endanger Seiji, he was afraid, but could not even tell him no, not that night. She bit her lower lip in the throes of nervousness, was already half past nine.
Go, do not go? He ran a hand through his hair. The phone rang suddenly making her jump.
said quietly.
\u0026lt;Hello?>
\u0026lt;Kaori? They Seiji.>
\u0026lt;C-hello ...>
\u0026lt;Look, I had a mishap ... is a problem if we delay our meeting a half hour?>
\u0026lt;No, no problem. I also have more work expected.>
\u0026lt;Ok, see you later then ...>
Shiho could feel a bit 'of anxiety in his voice, but he could not understand that was because he wanted to speak in a more confidential . But it was still early.
\u0026lt;Are you okay, Seiji?>
He was afraid, afraid they did something.
'Yes ... why?>
\u0026lt;Nothing ... just a bad feeling.> She murmured.
\u0026lt;Still, Kaori. I'm fine. See you later!>
\u0026lt;Hello.>
hung up and smiled, he had done well to hear his voice. And so he could stay at work longer than usual, hoping to sidetrack Gin and others.
The next hour passed quickly and left the building when not crossed anyone. He looked around, worried, but no people or cars or anything else that could be linked to the Organization.
Get in the car with Seiji and since then all his fears vanished from his mind. He had never had so much fun, perhaps in opposition to the sustained pressure that afternoon, but now he felt relieved and free.
They stayed together until late at night, unaware of time passing. Shiho agreed to be accompanied back home, in the end it was dangerous to wander alone at that hour. Seiji
stopped the car right outside the entrance, but remained there with a little ', to speak, when you say goodbye kiss. Sherry
flushed, was the first time you kissed someone and that guy was so sweet, so kind to her that she could not help but love him and reciprocate his feelings.
He left reluctantly, climbed quickly up the stairs to his landing in the dark.
Akemi was out, no doubt with Dai. Before falling asleep
Sherry received a message from Seiji bedtime: it was not anything special, but warmed the heart like never before. Saved him and drifted off to sleep without thinking about anything.
The next day she went to work as usual. He had received no more messages from Seiji, but even he did not expect this to happen, was not used to being the center of attention of someone and be buried by an avalanche of text messages would not have done exactly alike.
By mid-afternoon he got into the upper floors to store a set of data accumulated in recent years: not often happened to abandon its plan for the day, the Chief had made it clear that you did not see around better. Shiho
took the elevator to go up to the penultimate level, with a little 'luck no one would have noticed, the employees at that time were still absorbed in their occupations, and none had to move from one floor to another, as all levels had been leased to various companies that were not linked.
Yet on the ground floor the doors opened, giving way to the last person who wanted to meet Sherry at the moment, Gin.
It took an incredible amount of self-control not to flatten against the wall and pray that the lightning did disappear - or even better than the blond reduced to ashes. The man did not change when he saw her, he limited himself to come in and get next to her, his back against the wall.
not looked, did not speak, gave no sign that he noticed. Sherry tried not to think that what the lousy bastard was near and he concentrated on radio news that the speaker was giving small: talking about just one of the murders committed in the suburbs.
The young age of the victim caught his eye And listen.
"The boy, barely 19 years, was found a few meters from his car, a suburb east of Tokyo, shot dead with two shots to the chest and one to the head. The victim has been identified recently, it appears to Seiji Shiratori, the parents were reported missing this morning after the boy did not appear at home for the night and did not answer the phone. Police are investigating, but it seems geared towards the way of settling of scores ...>
Shiho froze.
His mind stopped listening when he heard that name. He had a total vacuum and blocked eyes.
His head began to spin and it was not supporting the wall to collapse.
Slowly he turned and crossed his eyes cold and impassive Gin.
At that moment he had confirmed all his suspicions, he felt faint and shook his head slightly in disbelief.
\u0026lt;You ...>
was a hoarse whisper, broken, the words died in her throat as her body began to tremble.
Gin continued to look at her without smiling, without denying.
\u0026lt;You were warned, Sherry.> Said ruthless, but there was nothing in his tone of his usual sarcasm.
He did not know exactly what he tried to do, but the hand moved faster than his mind, the brain can not block. But yes Gin.
girl's attempt to slap the man ended up that way, with the tight blond painful around his wrist still in midair. They looked
: sound angry, he seemed very angry, but Sherry was discovered that I really do not care.
A moment later he found himself pressed against the wall and lift his body stiffened.
\u0026lt;Do not you dare, Sherry. Do not think either.>
scratchy, low, hoarse tone that made her shiver, he could feel the breath slow and hot man on his ear, the smell of smoke filled her lungs, her blonde hair tickling the cheek. He had never been so close to him, but all I felt at that moment was anger, annoyance: before her was one of many people that made his life hell, the subsidiary, which had obliged to study abroad, away from Akemi, who forced her to work every single day in the damn experiment, which prevented her from living. They had removed Seiji. The thought passed the
the mind with an unprecedented power, clearing the anger and fear, leaving only a sharp pain. He let go
abandoning its rigidity, resting his forehead on the shoulder of Gin which still held her pinned to the wall.
\u0026lt;I hate you.> Whispered, her voice trembling.
At that moment the elevator stopped and before the doors opened all of the killer broke away from her without commenting. They went out and both went in opposite directions. Shiho
That night could not sleep: the point of exhaustion reread the last message that Seiji had sent it, but did not dare get up to get a tea or something that reaching up the nerves. Akemi, heard the news, he came home he was away, probably to make sure her sister did not do stupid things. He did not want to have a face to face with her, she just wanted to hope that something, anything, that shit did disappear from his life once and for all.

*

Gin hung up the call with a mournful look on his face, catching the attention of Vodka.
\u0026lt;What is it, Aniki?>
The blonde said nothing, merely looking out the window: the mission that had just given was only for him, and he was sure, would be a big mess. Not so much for Cointreau, that was pretty easy.
The problem was Sherry.
He lit a cigarette with a very dissatisfied air, the girl was a nuisance.
He had reviewed the last few months without being seen by her - she did not want more scenes like the one in the elevator going back some time before - on the orders of Boss, he feared he could leave the organization. Gin for that hypothesis was highly unlikely, his sister had been sent on missions abroad and not coming back again for a while ', and then Sherry was no support, no contact. He could not even think to leave the organization.
\u0026lt;From your sudden mood I suppose that the case involves Sherry, Gin right?>
Vodka jumped while the woman's voice pierces the silence. The blond glanced over his shoulder at Vermouth, sitting in the back seat.
\u0026lt;We were already aware of?>
\u0026lt;He gave our small mission to us. - Said the woman, referring to the Boss - But you left the fun part. Ultimately it is a pity to see how these will be avoided in the past seven months. And then feel alone now that his sister is on the road, will need someone to comfort ...>
\u0026lt;Do not say stupid things.> interrupted Dry Gin.
He started and threw a cigarette out the window. It envisaged a bad night.

When he left the building a light breeze ruffled his hair, earning from his lethargy: he felt very tired that day and that is why he had done a bit 'before that night.
was a period in which he worked continuously, sleeping very little compared to what it should. Now the experiment sull'APTX4869 was almost completed, and Sherry wanted to do as quickly as possible, the Chief had really finished his patience.
And then, ultimately, had no other occupation that work.
That thought made her smile bitterly. Had changed from that day seven months before it was changed. She did not care more than what the organization did not blame her colleagues, she was not better than them, he knew, but did not care. The only thing that mattered in life was just to live, or better, survive, and that meant doing everything the boss told her to do and hope to be his so useful that it is not deleted.
He looked around. Despite being quite late there were several people on the street, young drunks intent on enjoying the first days of June wasting their money on alcohol, drugs and women. By not being seen hugging slipped to the walls, as usual, fast, direct to home.
Or at least that was his intention, before joining the front, just around the corner, two burly big man who did not have all the air of wanting to let go. He spun around to go back, but another is the figure stood before him.
There were no more escape routes.

\u0026lt; It 's too late now.>
Gin raised an eyebrow quizzically, the man at his feet, coughing blood and was trying to articulate some meaningful sentence.
\u0026lt;At the moment our men are already at work.> Cointreau muttered again, trying to get the kick straight to the pit of my stomach quickly brought him back to earth.
\u0026lt;Even my. - The blond replied with a grin - and I assure you, Cointreau, which are much more efficient than yours.>
The man on the ground and did not answer Gin drew his gun.
\u0026lt;E 'was so stupid of you betray the Organization. But do not worry: not rifarai never a mistake like that.> Grinned.
The shot rang out strongly.
Gin walked away from the body of the traitor and got into the car, now had to find Sherry and quickly too. Cointreau had informed a small group of criminals instead of the experiment that the girl was carrying out: they would have ambushed on the way back, they would have kidnapped and would use it to play the APTX4869 for them. A plan definitely
reckless and suicidal, just a stupid as that traitor was an architect, but in the meantime he would have to reach the girl and save her. Vermouth and Vodka were occupying the rest of the band at that time.
I just hope that Sherry was not out earlier than usual from the laboratory.

She was sure that it was not a robbery, the bag had not even touched and were not even threatening, they were simply stuck there, ready to pounce. Shiho thought the worst and prayed that what little he knew enough of self-defense. He regretted that he never procured weapon when it was part of the Organization in the bag and had nothing that could be used.
\u0026lt;It's the good, baby. Now you're coming with us.>
He felt a hand resting on his shoulder, but before the close if the concrete could be shrugged off and tried to break through the barrier of two men unsuccessfully. They grabbed her by the arm to lift the weight.
struggled kicking, and struck something hard, one of the men groaned before hitting the face.
\u0026lt;Damn bitch!>
Shiho felt to have blood in my mouth and swallowed him while the two men who held their hands tied behind his back. He tried to hit a kick, but it was completely useless, he tried to scream, but a huge hand covered his mouth with the force. The men began whispering among themselves, ignoring his futile efforts to free himself.
\u0026lt;on, carry it to the machine-...>
The sentence of one of his attackers was broken by a gunshot and one of two that kept it off the ground fell. Sherry
instinctively gave him a great head back, felt a huge pain in the head, closed his eyes and saw the stars as she rose from behind a cry of pain. The girl fell to the ground with a groan. He opened his and saw one of the two men bet against a gun, he launched his side when he pressed the trigger. He felt a strong pain, a burn on the side.
There was a thud and the man who had shot fell to the ground, dead.
The last remaining raised his gun toward the corner where it came from enemy fire. The girl did not think twice and threw himself forward in his hand, clenched his teeth on her wrist and squeezed as hard as he could.
There were several shots, screams, then she found herself on the ground beside the man, now free life. He released her wrist, panting.
At that moment he felt the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced. Rocamente moaned without opening his eyes he felt bad everywhere, her head throbbed in her mouth had blood mixed with the aggressor and the side was literally on fire.
Footsteps echoed along the street and stood beside her. He heard someone tried to untie his hands and his feet, but could not muster the strength.
He felt the cold touch of a hand and raise arm up the hem of his shirt to examine the wounded side; shivered without turning his head to see who was the unexpected savior.
For now know enough to be alive and not too shabby.
\u0026lt;You better get up. Very soon the police will come and I assure you that you better not find you here.>
froze to recognize that voice and cursed mentally of all he had to just happen.
\u0026lt;It is not so easy.> "She said sarcastically, trying not to say that being attacked, beaten and shot in an alley was not something that happened every day.
Try to get up and succeeded with the help of Gin, but the problem was to remain standing, the burned side of her head and turned mad with grief. He heard the man's body near her, while the sustained and made her move toward the car. He turned to face him.
It was from that unfortunate incident in the elevator did not see his face so closely, it was a strange feeling, although not for months they saw his face was just like he remembered.
came to his Porsche and Sherry sat down beside him, gritting his teeth when he had to bend down to get in the car, he saw reflected in the window and thought it looked like a corpse. The blood had heard in her mouth was partly poured down his chin and cheeks had flushed one of the two received the slap. He glanced at the struck by the bullet, but saw only a dark stain of blood on the shirt.
stared at its image while Gin put in motion. He did not ask where they were tried or her eyes, she was sure that if he tried to do any thing would end up throwing up somewhere and this was far from his designs of the day.
mattered little that he was the blond to save her, the man who gave the last push to make her fall in the abyss of loneliness and cynicism, at that time was enough for her to be still alive.
Gin thought hard about what to do: let her go home was out of the question, there could be still smaller members of that group around, it was said that Vodka and Vermouth were able to eliminate them all in one shot. In addition to the side that wound was medicated, although it was only a flesh wound. It was an easy job, but had to be done with care and Sherry alone could have a problem to disinfect everything right.
sighed and came to the only conclusion possible, it would deal with him.
drove for about twenty minutes, mixing in traffic at night and constantly checking the rearview mirror: they would not should be no complications, but preferred to make sure no one followed it.
finally arrived in the building where he lived, was in a suburban neighborhood, along with many other buildings, all identical. He left the car in the underground car park, where attracted less attention. Sherry
He helped to get off the car, holding her to keep her from falling. You could see he was not accustomed to physical pain, but not touched that fragility, indeed.
If it had been in a better mood would have enjoyed teasing, knowing his pride, shame that at that time he had really wanted.
checked carefully for the next the girl not to drip blood, it would be quite difficult to explain to neighbors why there was a trail leading from his red car at the door of his quarters, but fortunately the wound seemed to have already stopped bleeding. The bullet had not penetrated the meat, was only grazed.
went up the elevator to the apartment. Shiho when he set foot in that place was surprised by an order accompanied by impeccable decor spartan and cold. It seemed a place rarely used, probably Gin went there only to sleep when it was on a mission, which was a shame, since it was spacious, especially if it was used by a single person.
He walked into the living room looking around with curiosity: it had never been in the apartment of another member of the Organization and made strange to find so ... anonymous.
Gin, who had disappeared behind a door for a few moments, he returned carrying the medical kit.
\u0026lt;Take off your shirt.>
Sherry hit him with his eyes: he knew that was not essential, could dress simply holding up the hem of her shirt.
\u0026lt;If you do not have complications in the future, you better do it.> Repeated the blond opening the kit and pulling out what he needed.
\u0026lt;But careful ...> stripping she said. "And that asshole," he added mentally, but chose not express his thoughts.
He felt ashamed as he sat in a chair next to her that Gin disinfect the wound.
\u0026lt;Who were these men?> Asked the girl. He hoped to find any topic of conversation that she is distracted by the fact that the man was practically in a bra in front of him, something that weighed a lot, considering it was the first to see it that way.
\u0026lt;Members of an organization criminal of the lowest level. The only reason I managed to get to you is that they had a spy among us.>
\u0026lt;Who?>
\u0026lt;Coitreau.>
\u0026lt;What happened?>
\u0026lt; ; already settled.>
Shiho heard the news with relief, and this surprised some time before the idea of murder would have caused a deep disgust, not so much against the killer, but for the act of itself.
\u0026lt;You?>
\u0026lt;Yes>
\u0026lt; Do not tell me that you have entrusted to protect me until further notice.> Muttered, looking up to heaven.
\u0026lt;I control for months, Sherry. I had the task of eliminating anyone who hinders you with your work.>
The girl looked at him coldly, the allusion was clear to Seiji.
Gin sustained gaze.
\u0026lt;Well - she said glancing at his side - I do not think you've done your job very well.>
\u0026lt;If you had respected your time none of this would happen.> , he replied caustic disinfecting with a little 'too much force injury. Shiho
bit her lip in pain.
not looked at the man in the face, but was certain that at that moment was smiling. Apply the bandages without speaking, his movements were precise and fast, his hands were so cold that every time I touch her skin Sherry could not help but shudder.
\u0026lt;You should dress up more.> Muttered without thinking twice.
Gin knew what he was referring, and grinned.
\u0026lt;Coming from you, you're half naked.> Said amused suddenly seeing the girl blush.
The scientist looks at him making a face for no reason and gave a flick with your fingers to the brim of his hat that the man still wore, letting it fall silently.
For a moment he wondered if he would take it badly, but then consoled himself saying that, if indeed his job was to protect her, could not have hurt that much. The killer
recovered his hat and stood up from the ground floor. Sherry looked at him curiously, was the first time I saw him bare-headed and gave her a strange feeling.
He rose and she smiled slightly as was reflected in those green eyes so cold, cold ... she was not afraid, he knew he could not harm her. See it towering in front of her, feeling overshadowed by such an imposing man, so tall, so alien and yet not out of place, none of this agitation. It seemed that everything was where it was.
\u0026lt;Thank you.>
was sincere. Gin did not gave it to see, but felt something inside him collapsed.
\u0026lt;wait to thank me.> Whispered hoarsely.
She did not know what he could do it, did not know what he wanted them and it was better that was not precisely know. He held back only because he had precise orders, because he did not pity, not because he felt something deep for her to stop him from them all. The only thing I felt was the desire to have it for him alone, away from others, away from everything and everyone. Only she
for him and nothing else.
He felt a hand pull his sleeve and opened up the eyes, being in front of Sherry staring at him worried.
\u0026lt;Are you okay?>
He looked away trying to regain control of himself.
\u0026lt;Come.> Replied, giving her shoulders and out of the room. Sherry
froze for a moment when he realized that the room where it was entered the bedroom of Gin. The place was small, dark, but warmer than others, with a nice single bed and a wardrobe and a half that occupied an entire wall.
\u0026lt;sleep here tonight.>
\u0026lt;And you?>
\u0026lt;On the couch.> From the Closet
Gin pulled out an old shirt that by now he was small and gave the girl to use as pajamas, then left her alone going to smoke a cigarette in the living room, I felt the urge. It
took off his coat and lit abandoning his chair: he had to relax their nerves, to herself. The other option was plunged in his own room and do something you would regret it in the future, definitely not recommended.
He heard light footsteps on the floor and Sherry turned her head slowly. He smiled, the shirt was far too large, covered her legs to just above the knee and we sailed almost half sleeves. Under
seemed not to take anything, but in the end t-shirt that covered the whole be shaded.
She blushed a little meeting his gaze, shaking on the door jamb.
\u0026lt;Good night.> Muttered before going back to your room.
The man sighed and lay on the couch, he felt that night would have difficulty falling asleep.

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[Detective Conan] Straight Law / / Part 1 of 3

Fandom: Detective Conan
Title: Straight Law
Beta: dylan-mx
Rating: orange
Warning: what if?, Missing moments, one-shot, het ,
character death Notes: I sincerely hope not to have fallen in the oocyte because I did not put never forgive ° _ ° what if? as a warning that there might be some small inconsistencies with the real history of DC, although I have tried to avoid them, and also because the relationship between Gin and Sherry has not yet been confirmed by the author [as it is for me quite obvious xD]. The title is the name of a cocktail of Gin and Sherry xD Enjoy!
Introduction: The story begins a year before Sherry leaves the organization: the girl is working all'APTX4869 and his life is divided between work and her sister Akemi, until you accidentally catch the attention of Gin begins to monitor and control, preventing it from coming into contact with other people outside the organization. Slowly between the two sets in a kind of symbiotic relationship that develops between them without a report that there is a genuine feeling on the part of Sherry, while Gin has an obsessive desire for her to get serious when the girl after the death sister, is opposed to the organization.

Gifter: skyearth85
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Straight Law

Outside it was raining for the past one week, the rain is pouring down with so much thunder and Lightning on the only window in the room dusty and gray. It was clear that no longer lived none for quite a while, there. The few pieces of furniture was now gray with dirt, single bed sheets had new, perfect, literally untouched and the kitchen was microscopic, the bathroom was clean, but despite apparently not being used by a few months there were still toothbrush and toothpaste by the sink. Gin looked around, watch out, close your hand around the butt of the gun: it seemed as if his goal was beaten by a lot 'of time. Actually, the state of the studio, it seemed that its occupant was suddenly forced to leave for the past several months, if he had not had recent news of his goal, would have thought that someone had already cleared for him. Gin snorted, annoyed: it was only a waste of time.
would have to refer to "that person" the fact and expect new orders.
He approached the desk, turned on the computer and began to rummage in the drawers and the computer turns on. He took all the documents found, photographed them and returned it all as he had found. He was able to move seamlessly protect your system, had previously been given the password, save all the files he could find on a USB device and switched off the lights and headed outside the studio after checking if messages were left on the answering machine of the objective, but found nothing. It was raining outside
that God sent her. Gin lit a cigarette just left the building, his hat pulled down over his eyes. He went into his Porsche, where vodka was waiting for him.
\u0026lt;Found nothing, Aniki?> Asked the lowest when the blond sat in the driving seat.
\u0026lt;Nothing. It has already cut the rope. News from Vermouth?>
Vodka shook his head.
\u0026lt;has not yet been felt. We do, Aniki?>
Gin si prese una pausa per godersi un poco la sigaretta prima di mettere in moto.
< Torniamo alla base. Non abbiamo più nulla da fare qui.>

Era certa che fuori piovesse, il rumore dei tuoni si sentiva fin dal laboratorio. Aveva una gran voglia di prendersi una pausa e salire ai piani superiori, a prendere una boccata d’aria e guardare la tempesta scatenarsi. Il suo laboratorio era al piano “- 3” e non c’erano finestre, il cambio d’aria avveniva solo grazie a dei condotti di areazione che a dire il vero non funzionavano neanche benissimo. Shiho chiuse gli occhi per qualche secondo: erano ore che lavorava e non aveva fatto alcun passo avanti, or so it seemed. She sat running a hand over his face, rubbed his eyes, tired, and glanced at the clock. It was one o'clock at night. It was said that was enough for that day, his sister probably was waiting at home, anxious about the delay.
He smiled at that thought, but was short-lived.
"Maybe instead Akemi is with Dai. Maybe I should not have to go back home. "
that alternative put his mind like a lightning out that they were unleashing, for some time that her sister Akemi attended Rye, or on, or as he called himself the devil. The guy had an attitude that did not convince Shiho, did not trust him, it was something instinctive. A skin did not like that man, despite his sister continued to tell her that it was a good person, who was gentle with her.
Maybe it was just jealousy. Shiho thought about it: maybe they just could not accept that his sister, from which he had been separated for a long time, do not deal more fully with her now that she had a boyfriend.
smiled bitterly. No, it could be, in the end she was accustomed to being alone, could not stand because he felt abandoned. And that was all.
He got up, all'attaccapanni hung the coat in the hall, and putting the bag and coat, walked away from that area of the building. He reached the nearest elevator and pressed the call button. While he waited he looked around: there was nobody at that time at the base and the only light was that the call button that flashed. The girl clung to him, a little 'afraid. The light suddenly lift the injured eyes. He went in and climbed up on the ground floor.
Thunder strong enough to shake the glass greeted his entrance on the ground floor. Shiho stopped to look through the windows, it was raining very hard. He had the car and the umbrella he had accidentally left at home, she sighed a bit 'annoyed, giving himself dell'idiota.
Actually, his plan was to go home for dinner with her sister, the project quickly faded as it came out with Akemi Rye. Shiho
bit his lower lip, approaching the glass would remain there forever, watching the rain, but she was tired.
The sudden noise of the side door was wide open roughly the startled and the steps that rang rhythmically echoing between the walls do not help to relax: he turned his head and found himself staring at the cold stare of Gin, a few meters from her.
Here's another person that she did not trust at all. She wrapped her lips without uttering any greeting, did not want to get in confidence, at the cost of seeming rude.
Gin stared at her without saying anything for a few seconds and Sherry had the odious feeling of being controlled and studied piece by piece, held his nervousness, despite the desire to turn your back and leave as quickly as possible, always did stronger.
\u0026lt; Sherry ...> whispered the man without taking his eyes off her.
seemed to be weighing his words, his mind busy feverishly to plot something.
\u0026lt;Gin.> Did the girl in a tone much more brisk, which somehow betrayed his discomfort.
\u0026lt;What are you still doing here so early?>
Shiho bit his lip, the tone of command did not like at all. She looked at him coldly for a moment it seemed that the air around them froze for real.
\u0026lt;I just finished my turn.>
tried to give less information as possible, to be more reserved as he could. He wondered where the heck was Vodka, as it almost always turned those two together. Gin
put his hand inside his coat and a crazy moment she thought he pulled out the gun to point against it, actually only took out a lighter and a packet of cigarettes.
He lit a beautifully ignoring the sign ban on the wall right behind him. Sherry did not try to make him some notice, knew perfectly well that both the anti-fire system was not working for some time.
The only light in addition to the cigarette that was slowly consuming the lightning that shone through the windows of the two figures, the white faces that stared coldly. On them was a tense silence fell, without any of them if they actually made it into account or they were embarrassed.
Sherry wondered what was the meaning of that moment, to remain there either to settle in an almost hostile - well, if not hostile certainly not friendly. It would have been much more sensible to say goodbye, turn around and go their separate way: they had nothing to do, should have nothing to discuss.
\u0026lt;is not wise to wander alone through the city at this time ... - Gin said in a hoarse voice - especially for a young girl. Something bad might happen.>
A flash suddenly lit up her face and Shiho could have sworn that he saw what looked like a terrible grin, clenched his fists without being noticed and was about to respond badly when Vodka peeped from Gin behind, his feet covered by a loud thunder.
He was about to say something, but the sight of Sherry paused and pulled a bit 'on the sidelines, convinced he had broken a crucial moment, but now his arrival had broken something in the atmosphere. Gin snorted and gave back on the girl, telling your partner to follow him.
The scientist said the two and get away for a few seconds his mind was completely blocked, unable to make even a hint of thought.
It took another tone to get her back in full possession of his mental faculties, roused himself, noting the only time that the bag was shaking so hard to ruin the material.
Without a second thought came from the building in the pouring rain. He walked as fast as possible without thinking, without looking around, going way back in the automatic. They kept flashing sequences of the unpleasant meeting, repeated endlessly, every glance, every word went home with heart-pounding, soaking wet and without knowing exactly how he managed to get unharmed.
He leaned with his back to the door and let slip the bag on the ground, the raindrops slid flat on its face, the hair was heavy.
took a deep breath. Not knowing why he was so excited only increased his excitement even more. Recovered a bit 'of lucidity, at least that that was enough to realize that, despite the light on in the living room where he was, there was no one else in the house over to her.
He noticed the red button on the answering machine was flashing, it was a message to Akemi, said he was out with Dai and that he would sleep that night. Sherry
For a moment he felt betrayed at that moment more than ever felt the need to have her sister next.
retrieved the bag, undressed and took a shower to calm my nerves calm.
After ten minutes he was under the covers, curled up on one side. He felt better but was still a little 'shock. It was a panic attack as he had not had time to and for her it was a very rational person, it was almost a shame to admit, when she found herself in front of Gin had not noticed, but soon left alone had been overwhelmed by a wave of fear. What, not even she was certain.
Maybe she was afraid of his words, perhaps of his eye or maybe even something else ... the sound of Gin, however, had not liked it. He wondered what would have happened if it had not arrived Vodka.
Now that he thought, that was the first time only to find himself face to face with the man. Mouth without enthusiasm, experience, certainly would not willingly repeat: already his "colleague" had not made a good impression the few times he had come to visit in the laboratory along with Vodka and Vermouth, that night he reiterated his view. It was not a person he could trust, was exactly the same thought that he had spent his mind when he met Rye.
closed his eyes, feeling incredibly safe. The day after what happened the night before would have seemed just a distant nightmare, she was sure of this.

Vodka was certain of having done it, Gin was in a bad mood. That in his mouth at that time was the fifth cigarette smoking in less than a quarter of an hour, a clear sign that something had gone askew.
\u0026lt;A-Aniki ...>
His attempt to approach literally went up in smoke when Gin hit him with his eyes, his mouth is stitched and turned his head, avoiding looking at each other. The blonde was terribly annoyed, was yet another useless day, time literally thrown to the wind. And Vodka had ruined the only fun that could be.
thought of the girl and her eyes darkened, his companion, seeing him so focused, he withdrew a little apart. Those eyes made him afraid.

Shiho slept until mid-morning, a little 'tired for real, a little' to the stress of the night before. Her sister had not yet returned. She snorted at the thought of another boring day like any other, certainly could not say that his life was fun and exciting.
Working for a criminal organization was not as glamorous or full of suspense as many might think, or at least for her it meant only having to do hours and hours locked away in the lab, bent over his experiment, with no fixed shifts, days off or anything general. At seventeen she found herself Shiho to spend his day indoors, without having a minimum of human relationships. And probably what made the difference between her and others.
We had thought many times, watching the young men of his age and the fact that his daily routine to divide almost exclusively in the hours devoted to sleep and the house and hours allocated to research will not leave any room for interaction with its peers. It was also true that the idea of sitting at a table chatting with a bunch of seventeen year olds in full crisis hormonal and completely different from its interests not excited at all. She grew up in the midst of old tubes and, far from the cries of her peers. She had never been to school during his stay in America, he studied privately, he had always lived isolated from others. And that was probably the reason why Shiho sucked in dealing with any human being.
He went to the lab after lunch, early afternoon, and did not return home before night, at the time of taking the elevator to go up on the ground floor for a moment he wondered if Gin would meet again that night. The idea is not put in the agitation, but certainly not pleased her. However
not met anyone as he left the organization. He walked quickly, looking around to avoid the darkest alleys and always stay close to streetlights. Back home, he found waiting for Akemi.
\u0026lt;Shiho!>
Sherry blinked a few times while his sister embraced her in a very exaggerated. Plan returned the embrace and moved away from her face to see them: it was the very image of concern.
\u0026lt;What's happening?> Whispered the smallest, confused. Akemi
swallowed and shook his head as if to remove the bad thoughts.
\u0026lt;Sit down.> Enjoined her voice breaking with Shiho and noticed with astonishment that was very close to crying.
He sat at the kitchen table, looking at her quizzically: her sister was getting agitated. The increased
moved a little to the kitchen, jerky, drumming his fingers on the kitchen floor, looking out the window as for fear that someone spying, until it is decided and also took her place beside the younger.
He cleared his throat.
\u0026lt;Why are you so late? Where were you?>
Shiho thinned eyes looking bad, that question was stupid. Where would that be? Spent his entire day to work, work and more work: it was obvious why he lingered.
\u0026lt;I had extra work to do. You may know that you?!> Replied angrily.
\u0026lt;I do not usually do so late ...>
\u0026lt;I do not usually go home on foot.> Snapped annoyed.
Akemi looked stunned, blushing a little, he understood that it was a not-so-veiled criticism of the fact that she had gone to pick her up at the usual time.
\u0026lt;I'd be coming tonight, but ...> Humming the great, looking down as if to apologize.
\u0026lt;But you preferred to stay on, right?>
Sherry's voice was hoarse, angry tone. He immediately felt guilty for having so brazenly accused his sister, but he felt the need. The things that he thought he wanted to tell him in the face.
\u0026lt;No.>
They looked straight into his eyes: Akemi was clearly hurt by his words and Shiho felt guilt rise.
\u0026lt;What happened? "> Churches in a more conciliatory.
The other bit his lip in response.
\u0026lt;I met Gin.>
Shiho felt cold.
\u0026lt;E..?>
\u0026lt;I said something about you ... I was afraid, Shiho, I feared that I had done something. I came to the lab to look for you, but you were already out ...>
There was silence while Akemi tried to catch your breath and control, his sister looked at her sadly.
She worried so much for her, not knowing that in reality could not do anything ... Gin Akemi had not yet realized how important it was for the Organization Shiho. Among the two most was she in danger.
Sherry stood up and hugged her sister, trying to calm her down. The largest
looked up at her.
\u0026lt;What happened with Gin?>
The other wondered if it was worth to tell every single detail, everything he tried, only to find that there was not much to say and then that did not need to alarm even more.
\u0026lt;I crossed last night as I was leaving the laboratory. That's it.>
\u0026lt;Safe?> Sherry nodded
Akemi and seemed to relax a little.
smiled bitterly.
\u0026lt;I was stupid ... I'm worried to death, Shiho. Then I talked to him and told me it was nothing that could not get Gin anything ... but you do not know him nor knows him so well Dai. You have to stay away, Shiho, as you can. Promise.>
Promise, basically, you pay nothing to keep their distance from a man who was uncomfortable.
He apologized to his sister for what she had said before about her and her boyfriend, even though deep down I feel I missed much of the target: he was stealing From the his sister, those few moments they could spend together.
was frustrating. They were rarely seen during his stay in America and even now it was back in Japan could not be with her than he wanted.

The next afternoon, while he was working as usual in his dingy workshop came the message Akemi, who invited her to go out with her that night. It was not explicit, but Shiho realized that there was also Dai. It was a sort of trying to fix those two days, during which practically had never seen and who knows, could also be a good opportunity to get out there and relax a bit '. He finished
work around ten o'clock, Rye and Akemi were waiting in the car a block away. Shiho
felt in good spirits, although she knew that would have had to put the affectations of those two all night, but at least it would be with her sister. Hurried the lift and almost lost my breath when in danger of colliding with another person standing behind the corner. He stopped just in time closing his eyes instinctively, but the blow he had hoped there was. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at a black coat. He had a sinking heart. He looked
and found himself a few inches of his face pale and spectral Gin.
immediately looked to the side, avoid staring. Twenty-four hours before and had promised not already in danger of failing in his word.
\u0026lt;Sorry.> Muttered trying to overcome it, but the man they stood before him, grinning.
\u0026lt;Already finished your turn, Sherry?> Churches ironic, deliberately ignoring her attempts to immediately close their meeting.
\u0026lt;Exactly. Forgive me, but I'm in a hurry ...> the girl said softly, hiding more that could bother her.
He tried to take him off guard and slip sideways, but his hand is clenched around his wrist. Shiho
not find the strength to free himself, he knew that there would not be successful and would not do the figure of the animal in a trap. Not with him, at least.
\u0026lt;I came across your sister last night.> He began casually, as if they were sitting at the bar to talk about this and that.
\u0026lt;Oh, really?> Echoed the girl, pretending surprise.
\u0026lt;I told her of our recent meeting.> Continued grinning.
\u0026lt;Why, there was something to say about it?>
\u0026lt;A hazardous part of your time, no.>
\u0026lt;So get along alone.> Shiho said curtly, wondering why on earth a killer as he should be concerned with times of a poor scientist, provided, that Gin was not entirely normal, or at least, so say the rumors about him within the Organization.
And judging from his eyes those rumors were not entirely wrong.
The way was looking at that moment made her shiver, close to his wrist was becoming more iron. Shiho
he realized that he was delaying too.
\u0026lt;Leave me, Gin.>
Her voice came out strong enough, or so it seemed, but man, for his part, did not change. They stared for a few seconds, then slowly let her go blonde.
Sherry walked past him without saying a word and he did not turn. When
got into the car Akemi looked worried, but said nothing about the delay and the girl looked good dall'accennare meeting: the last thing he wanted was another scene like the one the night before.
They went to a local out of town, a place where it appeared her sisters and often went. Sherry had not even ever heard of, but not displeased, was small, comfortable and playing good music in a separate room where some kids were dancing.
They sat all three at the counter and began to speak. Shiho Avoid ordering alcoholic beverages, was still a minor and her sister would never allowed to drink, apart from the fact that she had not even really want to do it.
His humor had vanished because of his fight with Gin, leaving it prey to dark thoughts: he was not afraid nor felt threatened by him, but he was full of doubts. After a while
'Akemi tried to drag her to dance, but she firmly refused and managed to convince her to have fun with a little Dai. She preferred to stay quietly at the counter drinking his cola. A little
'hesitant, probably feeling guilty, his sister went to a dance hall with Rye. Shiho could not suppress a smile while watching them leave, he made it a little grumpy and she looked at him gently, it was cooked, baked, totally baked. Sherry was glad a little, at that time did not feel at all jealous. She was glad for his sister and all.
\u0026lt;Hello.>
The greeting caught her by surprise. Started and spun around, staring at the face of being a guy who had more or less his age. The smile.
\u0026lt;Hello.> Automatically answered, blinking his eyes a little.
The boy's smile widened.
not had much of the eastern sections, the face was pretty long, tousled hair falling over his eyes the blacks slightly gray and almond complexion was dark. As a whole had some nice features, though not beautiful.
\u0026lt;My name is Seiji.> Showed up. The pronunciation was perfect, and certainly not that of a foreigner.
\u0026lt;Kaori.> Said she instinctively reaching out.
The boy looked at her quizzically as she blushed. She had grown up in America, and certain cultural gap is made to feel strongly. He was about to withdraw his hand shook when Seiji, smiling.
\u0026lt;Have you lived abroad, right?> Asked politely.
\u0026lt;In America.>
\u0026lt;Really? My mother is American, New Jersey.>
Shiho smiled a little.
\u0026lt;Yes, you see. You have taken the West.>
\u0026lt;You too, actually.>
\u0026lt;My mother is English.> The came the cold sweats, was about to say "was". Seiji
turned to the bartender without noticing anything, and ordered a beer.
\u0026lt;Can I get you something, Kaori?> Asked politely. It seemed to smile and be nice not cost him anything, in fact.
Sherry did not really want to drink, but ordered a gingerbread to make him happy.
\u0026lt;Why did you live in America? To study?>
\u0026lt;My parents moved there when I was six and I I went with them.> lied to the girl.
They drank together and continued to chat for a while '. Shiho strangely did not feel embarrassed to talk to a stranger, and apart from having to omit some information about his past and change others, she was also quite easy. Seiji did everything possible to put him at ease and she was grateful.
not even noticed that Akemi and Dai had returned until he sat next to her touching the shoulder, made the proper presentation - neither flinch when the boy turned to her as with his false name & ndash , and returned to speak. Shiho threw
at the clock on the wall: it was past midnight by a beautiful piece.
\u0026lt;Better start. - Dai said as he followed the gaze of the girl - Is there anyone who has done the wee hours in the last few days, you will need to retrieve.>
the Sherry glared at him, not like that treated like a child. If
Seiji attacked button to take it with her only in bed, an idea that had touched the girl's mind, but that was quickly rejected as they talked, he gave no see.
They greeted warmly, exchanging phone numbers in the hope of being able to meet again. The following night they met
not always, but often, they went out in the center, they talked, he told how he struggled along, doing odd jobs, living a little 'hand to mouth. She was built as a divided past, but normal, the past would have liked. Akemi
Shiho approve of the fact that he is with Seiji, she knew the boy of view, was a regular of that place, and knew it was a good person. And in his heart he felt that his sister just what she needed.
Shiho was happy. Seiji liked as a boy and was a breath of fresh air of novelty. He felt that every time I was with him a as part of her becoming more human. Every afternoon, while he was waiting to receive a message from him saying that on that now could be and where. Everything else with his mood improved, he devoted himself to his research with more thrust, came out of this messy laboratory met, could easily avoid unpleasant encounters with Gin or other members of that every time she happened to cross.
And finally, after several weeks, was the day when Seiji asked her out officially, not a meeting between friends, a real output. That could only lead to one thing. That afternoon
Vermouth, Gin and Vodka made her visit to her laboratory.
\u0026lt;Where do we stand, Sherry darling?>
Vermouth mellifluous voice echo through the walls, Shiho looked over his shoulder and went back to work, without answering. He had a little 'fear of this woman. She had met infrequently when he was still in America, but felt it was a snake. It was also the favorite of the Head and Sherry knew then that it was better not to say anything that might seem like a complaint or an act of rebellion. Type that would make much more progress if they had been given better tools and facilities and not the mess that she had to use.
\u0026lt;I do not think you did a lot of progress ...> the woman's voice spoke again and Shiho could swear that the three were at the time grinning.
\u0026lt;have a good point, but I want more.> Ice said without looking up from his work.
\u0026lt;How long?>
\u0026lt;few months.>
The woman snorted angrily.
\u0026lt;The Boss is looking forward, Sherry. You better do as fast as you can. He does not grant extensions.>
did not answer, she felt her heels on the floor while Vermouth walked up and down the room.
\u0026lt;In the end - he said he watched with a slight disgust the ventilation duct that literally fell apart - I have heard recently that you finish work early. I do not think the Boss would be happy to know: You do not have other jobs outside of your work, Sherry.>
The girl looked as if her heart stops beating, slowly turned his head to make eye contact with cold of women.
knew.
Who ..?
He shifted his eyes on Gin and was certain: he. He had followed, had spied.
He had seen her with Seiji.
The man returned the look, impassive. Sherry felt outraged and hurt more than ever: the bastard had been allowed to stick their nose in that little hint of privacy that she was able to build. Not only that, he had also informed his worthy woman appears and disgusting.
He wanted to scream, shouting insults and curses of all kinds, going out, slamming the door and never see them again. And maybe even a kick in the shins to Gin, but he did nothing of that.
\u0026lt;I'll do my best.> Replied simply going back to fix Vermouth.

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You Crazy Diamond [Original] / / Chapter 4 + Epilogue

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Original title: You Crazy Diamond
Beta: dylan_mx \u0026lt;3
Rating: orange
Warning: strong content (mental illness, attempted murder / suicide)
Chapters: 4 and Epilogue of 4
Notes: [Written for the BigBang Italy!] this story is definitely one of my experiment, both the writing style is completely different from what I usually do (very little dialogue, very few if not zero and above zero sex scenes funny), but I , so come and I wanted to try to bring it to the end. The name Thomas is stolen from the false name of the Master on Doctor Who, and also the name of his father. Happy reading ^ ^
Introduction: Returning from a summer internship Mihail Kivic ', a high school student, discovers that his cousin Thomas, which are not even aware of their existence, it has installed at his home. After a while the newcomer begins to attempt on the life of Mihail, trying to maim and kill him from that moment Kivic 'attempts to dig into the past of his cousin to find out the reason for his behavior and groped to remove him from himself and from his family.

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4 - A water level

The next morning it was still raining, but not to the levels of the huge storm the day before, it was only a light drizzle. After searching the house for an umbrella that was not broken Mihail surrendered and came out about ten o'clock, when Thomas and Vikitza were still asleep and his parents sipped their morning coffee, there were few people on the street, the storm and the cold seemed to have brought down the entire city into hibernation: the boy He shrugged his red windbreaker, rain drummed on his cap down over his face. He hoped that his grandmother was already standing.
A few minutes later he was at the gate of the house, attached to the bell, his grandmother a few years had hearing problems and had to play for a while before getting open.
Nobody answered. Mihail telephoned her on the drive and after a while she said, and hoarse as he gestured to make himself understood by his grandmother, attracting the looks puzzled and shocked.
In the end, without knowing exactly how he managed to enter.
his grandmother's house was a mess, papers and magazines everywhere, crumbs on the floor, packages of medicine scattered on the kitchen table, he must have forgotten several times to call the cleaning lady, was a disaster.
talking with her grandmother was not exactly easy, it was completely lost, so that greeted him in the kitchen still in her dressing gown and slippers, curlers and a head full of the milk on the stove that was likely to come out of the pot.
The boy began to chat about this and that while she was making breakfast and he took advantage to give the room a settled, after a while, 'he began to ask questions about Helen Saxon.
The answers were not always sensible, but failed to realize that the woman had actually lived a few months by his grandmother, ten years before but had returned after some time, for three or four days, sleeping with her.
came without her husband and son, alone and, in fact, came even a few months earlier. Mihail
found it quite unusual and asked clarification from the old lady, but she was unable to give an explanation.
\u0026lt;Where are asleep, when he was with you?> Asked as he finished sweeping the floor, the crumbs.
\u0026lt;In the room upstairs.>
\u0026lt;There is someone else came in after her?>
\u0026lt;No, not really ... you know, is hardly anyone stops me from sleeping. The room is as it was when she was sleeping, there is often not even within me. And I keep it locked.>
Mihail frowned.
\u0026lt;Locked?>
\u0026lt;Elena left the cards, as far as I know. Cards and some valuables. I did not want the cleaning lady came into that room and steal something. Even so, no longer been used, not a room that needs to be cleaned.>
His grandmother gave him the keys without problems for anything suspicious by his questions, even asked because wanted to see that room.
The boy climbed the stairs slowly, hoping to find something that is related to Thomas, nothing to what his grandmother had told him he could reconnect in some way to his cousin, but occasional visits to Helena, alone, left him puzzled: were too rare for them to reconnect to a lover or something.
reached the second floor, found the door and tried to insert the key turned in the lock with a little 'difficulty and the door swung open, revealing the dusty room more Mihail had ever seen.
shuddered when he saw the cobwebs beautiful large: he was terrified of spiders. It took courage and entered, the room was dark and Mihail could not find the light switch, but going groping reached the window and pulled up the blinds just enough to read the content of the cards, if I had found.
began to search the room, every corner, every shelf, outside still raining and the drops drummed cheerfully on the window. At one point, in a ceramic jar, found a small key, probably a drawer or a drawer.
He moved a few steps and turned to one of the walls of the room is completely occupied by a library with several drawers, and corner of a cabinet.
He approached it and saw that the key came in perfectly there, opened it eagerly and found a yellow envelope. There was nothing else.
He took it and noticed that it was not sealed, was to serve as a binder or something similar. He pulled the sheets contained and gave us a look, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the name of Thomas on the sheets.
hid the bag under her shirt, tucked inside his pants, closed the chest down, and replaced the key. Lowered the shutter, and also locked the door, flung himself down the stairs.
Two minutes later he ran in the rain, which by now had become strong and fell in drops, roaring in the ears, in spite of themselves cursing between his teeth for not being able to find an umbrella, even by his grandmother, was euphoric. He had never felt so done, he almost hit his goal and this filled him with pride.
The bag under her shirt was bothering him in contact with skin and feared might cadergli, pulled out of his shelter and running faster, stringendosela chest and covering it with a jacket to protect it from water.
He arrived at the building where he lived, and stood in front of the elevator, taking off his cap. He wanted to read everything at once, but held back: better in his room, away from prying eyes.

The manila envelope was leaning on his desk, papers scattered on the floor. Mihail gave from behind the door, reading, shook hands and biting her lower lip nervously all the time. She closed the door, he was sure he had closed the door, but suddenly felt two hands clasped around his neck. Came out of his mouth a strangled cry as he tried to pull the hands of the aggressor with her, twisting, wriggling, tried to see who was attacking him, but he could not turn his head enough.
hands suddenly left him and threw him to the ground, he felt something hard hit him in the temple and saw black for a while. He opened his eyes, the cards had become reddish.
He turned and found himself in front of Thomas. Another shot and another, another ...
He awoke suddenly, his temples bathed with sweat, his body shivering.
He was afraid. He got up and drank a little water, was used to hold a glass of water on her bedside table for not having to leave his room at night.
had read the whole package and that was to be the cause of the nightmare.
The idea that his cousin had left ten years incarcerated in a psychiatric hospital had upset him, left there like a sack. He was hurt just thinking about it.
The envelope that contained medical reports and had found letters that Helen Saxon had received from his old friend, a psychiatrist who had recommended the place to treat Thomas. There were other letters, for the best friend of the woman, but she had never sent: they spoke of how they had lived through that tragedy in the family, how he reacted once discovered that Henry Saxon His son had homicidal tendencies, as if trying to remove him from the family, almost hiding it. Elena of how it was the opposite. Thomas
once a year received a visit from his mother but his father had never visited him.
And after ten years, doctors had decided that the boy could keep at least a semblance of normality and had decided to grant him a few months of testing to see if she could relate in a normal manner, always taking the pills prescribed. But his parents were too busy with their work, to go around, and could not control it, Mihail and his family however they could.
The boy shook his head: it seemed impossible that Elena had not told his Thomas' parents problems, because they should at least make sure the boy to take medicines regularly. So it was they who had not told him and Vikitza, not only, also had hidden well, he did not remember seeing those once notorious drugs. Probably his
had believed that their son would leave with the prejudices against his cousin, who believed that if Thomas had attacked, he would have immediately reported to them.
He wanted to go to them and cover them for injuries, but he restrained himself.

The next day had not yet decided what to do. The sensible thing would be was to go immediately to his parents and tell them everything that has already had to say weeks before, but something kept him there.
He thought at school all morning. It was a nail fixed and could not find a solution.
There also was thinking as he walked to his room after dinner, except that he found the door open.
eyes wide: he had forgotten to lock.
In her room there was Thomas, leaning on his desk, where there was the envelope and loose papers.
His cousin heard him coming and turned around suddenly, Mihail swallowed and the memory of the nightmare made him shudder, but the look of Thomas was very different from what he expected.
was not furious, murderess, bad. His cousin was afraid what he read in his eyes was pure terror, despair. No hate, no anger. Only a lot of fear.
\u0026lt;Thomas, I can explain ...> stammered, trying to improvise something, but his cousin would not listen. Hurried from the room, passed by without looking in his eyes. He ran down the corridor, disappearing from the sight of Mikhail, who was there before the door, dazed, in the same location where he found Thomas. The front door
slammed violently. Mihail
began to insult with ferocity, because he felt like an idiot, having left the door open to allowing that Thomas discovered his investigations, the papers of his mother. Those papers he had already seen them, the medical reports already knew them. And the letters to his mother about his father ... those
He wanted to bang his head against the door jamb.
What should he do? Thomas was dangerous at that time?
trying to put a little in his shoes, but was very difficult. He sighed once or twice. Then he decided he entered the room, put cards in the envelope and stuffed it all in his drawer. He went out closing the door, put on her shoes and ran into the street, looking for his cousin.

I had lost, we looked around out of breath: he toured all the places he could have known Thomas, school, park, library ... did not know what to think. He asked if they had seen him around, but seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Actually his cousin never left home except to go to school and thus probably did not know almost nothing the city could escape brooded about where someone in a city like that.
Then he remembered the River. Was not far from his home and went for a nice stretch along a path full of trees, hidden by thick vegetation to the machines, there was a lot of people on Sunday, but Monday certainly was almost deserted, especially at that hour. Then the sky was gray and cold: how much less inviting for a stroll along the riverside.
He went running down there and quickly traveled the path he looked around, and the fierce wind shook the trees, it was really cold and no sign of the sun peeping out. Mihail had time to take the first jacket that he had been before, but it was too little, too. For
Thomas saw a certain point and he was almost a blow: he had crossed the barrier that marked the path and there it was on the board, facing the water to do meditation. He turned and he saw him turning pale. Mihail
Just when he turned and tried to approach it without thinking twice jumped into the water: it was a stretch in which the currents were particularly strong, but it was very deep. The boy went down without screaming, the other jumped over the fence, took off his coat and shoes as quickly as possible dived into the River.
He took a course in rescue in the pool, a few months before, to work as a lifeguard and this comes in handy. He grabbed his cousin from under the armpits and pulled him up. He fortunately did not oppose any resistance.
It had never happened before to practice what they had studied, but both managed to reach dry land, safe and sound: she thought it should have gone home to warmly thank his mother, who encouraged him to participate in that course .
were soaking wet and the boy felt his clothes freezing on him, before Thomas could even think of thrown back into the water dressed, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him on the path, straight home.
No one was home at the time they went to a yarn in the bathroom where he threw a towel at Mihail Thomas.
\u0026lt;Move or catch a cold.> Was all I could say.
Thomas did not move, looked at him with a vacant look.
\u0026lt;What?>
The young man bit his lip, obviously frightened.
\u0026lt;Do not want to go there.>
Mihail said nothing, while the other continued.
\u0026lt;I do not want to come back.>
There was no answer, only the voice of the boy who endlessly repeats the same phrase as a prayer, his voice cracked remembering all the years of white silence and leaves puddles of loneliness, with the only certainty was that if there was only his fault, because it was not normal, not like the others. Mihail
not answered.

Epilogue - The call

His parents were very surprised when he asked the number of Elena, the mother of Thomas, but they were questions, they simply exchanged worried glances before that. Mihail
stared at the screen of the phone along with knitted brows, thinking what he could say to that woman.
He wanted to return to normal, no more fears, no nightmares, no locked doors, just wanted to live as usual. But there was a but.
pressed the call button and waited, sitting on the edge of his bed, the door of his room was open.
She let him slip on the ring floor, slowly: one, two ...
closed his eyes and the third ring, a female voice answered.
"Hello?"
Mihail opened his eyes slowly, Thomas was passing in his room, straight to the kitchen, looked at each other.
"Hello?" The female voice asked again, a bit 'worried. Mihail
smiled.
"Excuse me, ma'am. I have the wrong number. "
hung up, two weeks later was still sleeping with the door locked.

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You Crazy Diamond [Original] / / Chapter 2 + 3

Fandom:
Original title: You Crazy Diamond
Beta: dylan_mx \u0026lt;3
Rating: orange
Warning: strong content (mental illness, attempted murder / suicide)
Chapters: 2 and 3 of 4
Notes: [Written for the BigBang Italy!] this story is definitely one of my experiment, both the writing style is completely different from what I usually do (very little dialogue, very few if not zero and above zero sex scenes funny), but I came and so I wanted to try to bring it to the end. The name Thomas is stolen from the false name of the Master on Doctor Who, and also the name of his father. Happy reading ^ ^
Introduction: Returning from a summer internship Mihail Kivic ', a high school student, discovers that his cousin Thomas, which are not even aware of their existence, it has installed at his home. After a while the newcomer begins to attempt Mihail's life, trying to maim and kill him from that moment Kivic 'attempts to dig into the past of his cousin to find out the reason for his behavior and groped to remove him from himself and his family.

Gifter: harriet_yuuko (thanks a lot, the gift is wonderful * w *) Link to
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2 - Fly into the blue painted blue

about a week had passed since Thomas had entered the room with the knife and Mihail, actually, to be later that night had not changed absolutely nothing: Thomas had not attempted to shred and Mihail was not returned to the topic, not even a hint. He had held the most absolute silence with all, had not even confided nothing to Sladjan, who had returned to talk with him as usual when Thomas was not around.
At home, the boy tried to stay as little as possible with his cousin came back together for lunch, eating leftovers from the night before and then closed on to study each one in his room until late afternoon, when the parents of Mihail returned from work.
In the hours spent at home without adult Mihail He was accustomed to lock not only the door of his room, but the knife drawer and closet, where his cousin was planning to cavargli eyes with a screwdriver.
Actually sometimes wondered if he was serious about everything really happened or if maybe it was just a figment of his imagination.
few days before had returned from the camp also his sister to make his life difficult, but luckily the little brat had started school full time and then failed to prevent five days a week. Initially
Mihail was asked if his sister was not at risk with a criminal lunatic in the house, but since it seemed that Thomas was only interested in him decided to keep my mouth shut, not to mention that if had told Vikitza within two minutes had no knowledge of history even his parents.
And then it was no longer so sure that he risked his life that night. For fear of discovering that perhaps what was really a dream he had promised not to tell anyone and he hoped that nothing came to light.
vain hope.
Their classroom was on the third floor of a branch, a large building, an off-white and rather dilapidated, but there was worse (Sladjan still remembered with horror the other branch, where they had been a year, a former juvenile-more or less adapted, but still bars windows). Mihail
usually spent with Sladjan and other recreation in the yard, but that day had been in class a copy of his book from the answers of a form of philosophy that had completely forgotten to do, and there was no other the corridor with him, and seemed semi-deserted, except for a couple of professors who made sure that everything was fine and small groups of boys who were talking about sports. As a good
perfectionist Mihail recopied floor, close to calligraphy, changing words from time to time so as not to understand that you have shamelessly copied. His hand was hurting, the summer had unaccustomed to write.
was so concentrated in copy that did not even notice Thomas: his cousin walked with slow steps into the room without making a sound. Her green eyes were colder than usual, his expression harder, less friendly: he seemed deeply upset.
She leaned against the wall, waiting to finish Mihail copy, the latter saw the other until finally put down the pen on the table and leaned forward to put the sheet on the bench Sladjan.
\u0026lt;Hello.> Thomas said laconically. Mihail
almost fell from his chair, spun around to look at him with a shudder of fear, but once we see that had nothing that could be used as a blunt instrument relaxed a little.
\u0026lt;Hello. What are you doing here?>
was the most friendly to say he succeeded at that time.
\u0026lt;I was bored in the backyard. The others are playing football and I can not play.>
This Mihail very surprised.
\u0026lt;Do not know how to play football? That is, you are not good?>
\u0026lt;I do not know the rules.>
cousin looked more thrilled: it was impossible. He was certain that everyone, good or bad, knew the sport, even without necessarily having play: it was universal, especially the males appeared to be a something vital. And his cousin, until proven otherwise, it was a boy.
There were screams from the garden, someone seemed heavily insulting another person; Mihail rose from his seat, intrigued, the eyes of Thomas did not let him for a moment.
He wanted to get himself and play, but the bell would sound at times.
\u0026lt;Want to go?> Up the other churches in his low tone there was something slightly left. Mihail
nodded and reached the open window, looking out to see the scene: those who had continued to insult the idiot of the 4th D, Steven, who had been embarrassed by two Firstborn that, it seemed, were better than he has in football is with words. Giving back to the door he saw the flash that went into the eyes of Thomas, a simple moment of pure jealousy, because his cousin had her shoulders, hiding her face, her favorite cousin, watching those kids trivial rather than talk to him .
not see him even get close up to him from behind, without any noise, leaned a little to better see the scene that took place in the yard. Was high from the third floor, gulped a little. It slowly occurred to him what he was risking and was a heart sank. He turned, trembling, eyes wide.
Thomas was in front of him a push, strong, fast and Mihail felt the earth under your feet and missed by the body alone and surrounded only by air.
fumbled with his hands and miraculously managed to cling to the side frame of the window: his body was half out, her thighs resting on the sill and hands clasped as he could to the fixtures. Thomas's eyes grew darker with anger, Mihail saw him prepare for another push and she found herself praying with closed eyes that something, anything, happen.
There was a thud, but the second push never came.
The boy opened his eyes and saw before him a tangle of bodies, only a few seconds he was able to recognize the hair of blacks Sladjan, clinging to that Thomas had dragged on the floor and hit him in the dark trying to make him more ; possible harm. For its part, the other said very little, just protecting his face and defending the low parts with his knees.
The bell interrupted the beating: the dark he rose, leaving Thomas to the ground, doubled over in pain, again with his usual indifferent expression.
Mihail took advantage of the pause to recover to everything that was going on and get my feet back on the ground, closed the window before risking again to finish off (or more likely, before Thomas Sladjan get up in weight and threw him down from the third floor). The dark
actually grabbed the boy by the arm to the ground and unceremoniously lifted weight put it back together, throwing a look that clearly wanted to make him understand that it was not at all convenient to denounce the beating of a teacher or other boys. At that time the others began to enter the classroom, and Thomas with a pitch a bit 'wobbly, slipped in the bathroom. Mihail
Sladjan approached and whispered: \u0026lt;The two of us we need to talk.>
The other nodded gravely.
\u0026lt;Not now, anyway, and not here. - He answered - After school, wait, we speak out.>

Thomas did not wait for that day to return home together, he had the nerve to and do it in his heart he was more than happy Mihail; Sladjan him and waited until everyone else had left the courtroom and walked slowly down the stairs together.
They went to a park near the school, where small spent the afternoon, it was hot at that hour there was not a living soul.
\u0026lt;It is not the first time, right?>
Mihail They looked and saw how he had to guess: he did not feel so scared. The first half had had a nervous breakdown, quiet and restrained, but still a crisis, but this time had only been afraid at first, when he was about to fall, but now he felt unusually calm, normal.
\u0026lt;E 'already happened again.>
Sladjan shook his head.
\u0026lt;That guy is out of my mind completely. Did you tell anyone?>
\u0026lt;No ... I do not believe ever.>
The Moor did not agree: he continued to shake his head, his face dark with concern.
\u0026lt;It is far from clear, Mihail! You can not sit still and wait for you to kill, that there is a crazy psychopath, is detained.>
"Unless they have already done."
That thought was an automatic bolt from the blue for the boy had never asked how he could have a cousin with homicidal tendencies. Certainly could not be the only to have noticed that Thomas was not quite okay with wheels, surely someone had taken action at that time.
thought for a while. His cousin had appeared out of nowhere, before that he had never heard of: he knew that he was the son of a cousin of his mother, but had never seen her or her husband. He knew only that there were somewhere in the world, knew that he was very rich family that was constantly around the world, as well as his wife.
did not know if the child had ever followed them in their travels or if he had been entrusted to someone with a ruler or the like.
Suddenly he wanted to shut himself in room her, attached to your PC and look for the answers he wanted, convinced that he would find in a hurry.
separated from Sladjan with the promise that one of those days would tell the whole truth to his parents, which in fact had no intention of doing.
He came home running, threw away the leftovers that Thomas had left him, in yet another spasm in case we had put the poison, and skip the dining room is flung into the computer, tried illnesses, personality disorders , homicidal tendencies that coincide with the behavior of his cousin.
After hours of searching, the answers would not hear to come out and the safety of the boy began to falter. Mikhail shook his head angrily, and ran a hand through his hair was hot and the hum of the computer made him a headache. He turned off everything and stuck in bed, reflecting on what suited him to do.
would have to start from the beginning: to draw a family tree of Thomas, see if the same disease he had had someone else's family, then check whether there were mental disorders inherit (about knew very little), find structures that tried to cure them, contact someone who had known him as a child ... find something, anything that could corroborate his story when it was decided to say everything to his parents and denounce the assaults.
occurred to him that he could also ask the person directly involved, but something made him believe that it was not a good idea, I wonder how could she react? Maybe he would have attacked in a fit of rage or maybe you would find only one of those classic responses that do not really respond to anything.
decided not to ask anything, if nothing else had worked would have tried, the rest of his plan did not seem so stupid, indeed, seemed a sensible plan, certainly makes more sense to sit still waiting to be killed by his cousin. For a few days
Mihail and Thomas did not speak, without even looking; Sladjan tried to convince his friend to change his place and not be close to his cousin, but he strongly opposed, at least he knew the risks he ran, could not let one of his unsuspecting companion placed next to a potential murderess. If not then something happened if I could forgive. The leaves fell

plan, carried by the wind, to be deposited on the surface of water: Thomas would go on for hours with that game. There were things he never tired of doing, as observe the sky and clouds, or for just letting the leaves fall from the window straight in the puddles. If you could drop them in small puddles were five points in those great one. If a leaf fell on the ground and not in water, were eight points lower. His current score was five.
smiled. He could have continued forever, had so much time at his disposal.
She had all the time in the world because he knew that there would not have been able to go, could not remember when it was entered, but it was not certain that it would come out. He imagined
often to drop old leaves in the puddles while telling a story to some children at the time, slow voice, low and tired.
Yes, he had too much time.

3 - Search and find

Mihail realized that to find all the information he needed was to be a hacker or something like that: it was not like the movies where the protagonist smanetta for a couple of minutes pc and find exactly what you want, after two days of surfing the net the boy had not dug a spider hole. He shook his head, irritated: he was just wasting his time.
The only alternative was to start asking questions around, go to a real old style, would in the meantime could have asked his mother the name of his cousin, the mother of Thomas, see with what relatives at hand had formed strong bonds and go to them to learn more. That same evening
Mihail went to his mother in the living room, intent on sewing Vikitza while playing on the rug with a teddy bear and told by the thread and sign everything he had done at school that day, Thomas had already withdrawn his room. Mihail
sat next to his mother and sister, taking advantage of a pause, he began talking to her, slowly approaching the subject that interested him, he said that he felt that his cousin had set enough well in school, that although he had no friends in particular, was still respected by his peers and other things like that. The woman said that Thomas was very reserved and feared that tended to isolate themselves.
\u0026lt;'s just a bit' so, that's all. After all, it arrived recently, have time to overcome his shyness ... how long that will stop us?> Casually asked the boy.
\u0026lt;Actually, his mother has given me, asked if we could host it for some time.>
\u0026lt;But did you hear about these days? Will be glad to know that Thomas is fine by us ... by the way, what's your name?> Insisted on waiting impatiently for the answer.
\u0026lt;Elena.>
\u0026lt;Oh, and his father?>
\u0026lt;Henry. But I never saw him, in the end have always lived far away from us.>
The boy said he knew where they lived and when he heard the name of the city many of its hopes fade away: the other was virtually part of the nation, hundreds of miles away. For him it was unattainable, was a trip too long and expensive: if they had close ties strong with relatives in that area he could not ask questions in person.
is restrained from asking his mother if his cousin had a special relationship with someone, she would not make it clear that he was doing third grade. He went back to talking about his cousin and before long, pretending tired, she ran to her room to tidy mind what he had discovered. He turned on the computer again and tried about Henry Saxon and his wife, once again found very little about them and zero in on potential medical reports of their child. Exploited the white pages for a list of those who bore the Saxon name or that of her mother and, through the code, controlled area in which they lived, but there were too many people, certainly not all his relatives, with the same name and the search was almost completely useless. He turned off the pc, even more angry than before, and decided that we would have thought the next day.
The next day she was in class and Mihail Sladjan Loredana find: it was their old childhood friend, had known for years and she still managed to surprise them. She was a vigorous, full of good intentions that could almost always to complete, only to then not be rewarded for his work.
few days before had been chosen among the four representatives of the school and she was immediately put to move from classroom to classroom to distribute forms to be filled, proposals for non-school work on which he wanted the views of students. Mihail had warned that 90% of the student body does not care the least about the projects that the proposed school and the only thing they wanted was to return as quickly as possible at home when the bell rings, the girl could only get a big disappointment if he thought to actively participate in projects to other students, but she was not discouraged.
He stole two minutes to the English teacher to explain briefly what consisted of those proposals and distribute the cards personally. Passing in front of their desks squeezed Sladjan in the eye and Mihail, who looked for a moment as if to say "has not yet realized that it is wasted effort."
That afternoon, while trying with little success to translate a version of Latin, Mihail received a text message to Loren's question who was that handsome guy next to him. His first reaction was to make fun, but when he realized that the supposed "nice guy next to him" was that crazy murderer of his cousin nearly choked with his own saliva.
"It 's my cousin, but I assure you, is not the type for you, indeed, is not your type of girls, let loose, "he replied.
obviously knew it was useless. She did not deter the next day, along with Sladjan, Mihail went to talk to her during the interval.
They found the ground floor near the vending machines, surrounded by girls and boys who were wondering what exactly to do with the cards that had distributed the day before.
\u0026lt;You just put a cross on the proposals that you think interesting and write two lines do not change what you are impressed by all ... it is not difficult, you see? Here and here ...> The
carried away by force the group to speak in a quieter place, pursued by the protests of the boys still did not understand what they should do with that piece of paper.
The three pocket in the computer room on the second floor, which was empty: the technician was to drink a cup of coffee and the boys were not allowed to stay there in recreation, Loredana looked very tired and a little upset.
\u0026lt;Are you okay?> Mihail asked, worried, but she nodded.
\u0026lt;I'm sick of constantly repeating the same things ... it was all explained on the card, but do not understand, still chasing me for stupid questions!> snapped as she sat on a swivel chair.
\u0026lt;Do not tell me that you have come to ask how to fill out that card ...>
They spent the rest of recreation to advise Thomas to say that it was a problem child, disturbed, which was not really suitable to have a social life , let alone a relationship! However, she remained of his idea: Thomas liked, and a lot too.
\u0026lt;But why?!>
\u0026lt;It has very beautiful eyes. Sad, but beautiful. Actually seems like a very sad boy, but very attractive.> Mihail
had a great desire to bang his head against the table, at one point, just a few seconds before the bell rang, he decided to act.
\u0026lt;I'm telling you, Lore? If you want to present it.>
A moment later he found himself Sladjan the elbow between the ribs and knew that his friend did not share his brilliant idea, a plan was in fact Thomas did not shine for gifts exceptional, would be enough to tell us a little lore to classify as "normal guy and not very interesting." They decided that they could organize a
out all four, go to the movies or a drink; Lore and Mihail organized in short everything, while Sladjan, one hand on the forehead, showed his disagreement. Incredibly Thomas immediately accepted the proposal and two days after they went out together in the evening for a pizza with friends, Mihail did not believe that you would never find in an atmosphere as surreal: he was sitting next to her cousin, a disturbed boy with trends murder, which at that time chatting amiably with her best friend, at least in theory, should not have been so much appreciate that output. He and Sladjan felt completely out of place and for a moment he wondered if he had not really given birth to an improbable story of Thomas and Lore. He prayed that it was not like that or Sladjan have reproached him for life.
When they returned home it was night; Mihail not even bother to be alone in the dark with his cousin that night Thomas had seemed so human, so amiable that he never felt in danger at all.
even ventured to wonder if he liked Lorenzo, but all I got was a terse "is nice." And again he was thought to have created something absolutely wrong.

Their output was only four have increased the interest of Loredana Thomas, which Sladjan judged totally negative and destructive in every respect; Mihail refrained from commenting, but on the other hand did not seem at all that his cousin reciprocate the feelings of the.
And because of all the brown thing that had lost sight of his search for information about Thomas, so on Saturday afternoon he found himself black humor, his nose pressed against the glass of the living room while it was raining outside that God sent her, was full of guilt, he thought he had literally wasted his time and being a real wimp. A
him down the morale in heels joined his sister, who arrived in the living room hopping merrily singing a song that seemed the very symbol of Sailor Moon.
\u0026lt;What do you want?> Muttered annoyed seeing a cloud that resembled a whale with a terrible head of cabbage on his head.
\u0026lt;Big brother, I can tell you what I did yesterday ... crazy->
\u0026lt;No.>
'And I told you that ..?>
\u0026lt;No.>
\u0026lt; It's not that ..?>
\u0026lt;Absolutely not. I am looking for information about the mother of Thomas, and then disappear from sight.>
Vikitza remained stops for a few seconds to set his brother, who already was preparing to hear her burst into tears.
'I know who knew the mother of Tommy.>
Mihail looked at her incredulously, his eyes wide open.
\u0026lt;Look, if it is a lie ...>
\u0026lt;But it's true!>
\u0026lt;And how do you know?>
The answer was his grandmother, Mihail had rarely seen in those last year, after he grew up and was pretty tired of listening to the speeches of old, that beyond a certain age had begun to have memory lapses and repeated always the same two or three episodes of his life, or always the same phrases circumstances. But her sister went to see her very often and, by dint of hearing them, he remembered the family stories his grandmother told: about a decade before the mother of Thomas was the guest for a few months old. They spoke almost exclusively of his son, the family business and stuff.
Mihail was so elated that nearly hugged her sister, but he stayed, he would not be dragged in reply to her room to play with dolls: Vikitza was so, show some 'affection, or pity, and she immediately took advantage.
She actually remembered someone else.
The boy shook his head: it was much easier now! His grandmother lived in a ten minute walk from their house, a walk really, but train to reach the other side of the world! He wanted to go to her at once, as it was, without a jacket or umbrella, and the only real reason why he did that was the worse time out from moment to moment, the rain had turned into first- a real shower with controfiocchi, as he did not see one for ages.
The fierce wind beat against the windows outside, and perhaps soon would also hailed. For more than a gust of wind strong that it shook violently outside the window gave a Vikitza urletto and clung to her brother terrified. Mihail
swallowed as he tried to take it off and drive it off in the room to do homework, or at least convince her to go to his mother knew it had to hope for good weather the next day to go to his grandmother, but at least you felt more made just ten minutes earlier.

The wind beat against the windows reminded him of something. Thomas closed his eyes a little, his head resting on the pillow, had placed himself lying on the bed even though they were only four in the afternoon, but he liked to doze at that hour, when did not have homework or other things to do. Actually, it was rare that he had something to do, especially on Saturday afternoon, there was no friend who was waiting for a ride in the center or invite him to his house to study or simply have fun. There never was anyone, and Thomas was aware of what was hardly unusual for a boy his age, but ultimately could not miss them even if he knew how it felt to have friends. To be honest, he had enjoyed with Mihail, Sladjan and Loredana.
smiled, remembering that night. He would like to repeat the experience, but his cousin and his friend had not seemed very at ease. Probably because of him.
As always, because of her, she thought.
He turned his head slightly and closed his eyes and looked out, looking for some other reason that is not what, it was quite depressing. The girl
.
He thought for a while: it was obvious that the old man just wanted to make him meet a combined meeting.
honestly did not care, she did not care: he had a strong character, of course, was a girl of a certain culture, which was nice to talk, but he was absolutely predictable. Too direct, too open, not like that much.
He loved one and the only things that bewitch the first and suddenly she was not successful.
The roar of thunder shook the windows with force; Vikitza in the hallway was crying with fear.
Thomas turned on its side and closed his eyes, tired, wanted the evening would never end.