Urahara-Narutard

Every night, when the Grande Olde Clock bellowed forth the twelve bells of midnight, Sonia would awake and slip out from under her covers. Graced by the warm air enclosed in her bedroom, she would pad her way across her plush carpet, clad in only her blue night dress, to her silently hanging curtains draping over her large arched windows. here she would hesitate, looking down at her bare feet as she scolded herself for dreaming such silly things, for showing such loyalty to an abnormal cause. Every night she would pause here, concealed behind the secrecy of her curtains contemplating her self image and considering crawling back into bed. But

Autumn rains and winter breath An icy chill upon the neck Half glazed eyes look up to the sky Thinking of life and all that's gone by Heavy hands and the thunder of heart beats An incredible weight on unsteady feet Forgotten promise under the street lamp's shine Sufferance of the transition of time Eyes slide shut to forbid the disaster Maiden escapes to her happily ever after A smile grows on pale and chapped lips On dreaming soil reality slips Heavy burden gone light as a feather Hope, in the end, is as dull as the weather A large splash signals the end Of a misunderstood lover and a loyal friend Forgotten promise under the

A game of chess is like a sword-fight. you must think first, before you move. Happiness is when what you think, say, and do are all in harmony. Life is 10% of what happens to you, and 90% of how you react to it. Pain is merely weakness leaving the body. Greatest is the one who is heard after death. Fear is your mind's way of telling you to learn more. Work is for people who don't fish. Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. This is Sparta. Love is giving someone the ability to break your heart, but trusting them not to. Depression is being emo in a corner...in a round room. Excelence is not an act, it is a habit. Wire is basically met