FOOLED: Chapter 1
I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks
self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.
- Theodore Isaac Rubin
In the Year of Our Lord 1496, in the twenty-fourth year of the blessed reign of King Umberto of Valona, the Outsiders came from nowhere, and waged war on the beautiful city.
The official historical documents, long covered with dust deep in the castle archives, revealed that there had been attacks on Valona before. As a kingdom of great wealth and rich history, there was no wonder it needed to be defended. But those other attacks, like the ones started by the neighboring city-states, whose soldiers travelled for months over the eastern mountains only to be fought back within a week; or the ones from the west, when troops
CORE: Chapter OneCORE
An Ego Trip Fanfiction
“I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.”
― Albert Einstein
“Ugh, why am I always such a klutz?”
Even she couldn’t help rolling her eyes. She’d only had the phone for two weeks – only sent a couple thousand texts! – before she’d managed to smash it into splinters of plastic and wire. She tried to brush her fingertip over the screen, hoping maybe she could bring some ghost of an image to life, but it just wasn’t going to happen. The glass was split into too many fragments. Did you get bad luck from that? Dee Dee couldn’t remember.
“He’s gonna yell at me. Oh well. I’d yell at me too.” She stepped
Smoke-- Thiefshipping part 1"Bakura, what the fuck is this?!"
The thief glanced up from his book to look over at his boyfriend. When his eyes fell on the item in the Egyptian's hand, he let out a long sigh, "It's a carton, Marik."
"Yes, but a carton of /what/?"
"Dammit, Bakura!" Marik slammed the small box down on the desk before leaning over it to get closer to Bakura, nose wrinkling, "Your breath stinks of smoke. You promised me you would quit!"
Bakura shrugged and turned back to his novel, "I'm a thief, Marik, I steal and lie. It's what I do."
Marik narrowed his eyes, "So not only did you go behind my back and start smoking again, but you /stole/ the cigarettes??"
"It's what I do."
"For fuck's sake, Bakura! How many times do I have to tell you that smoking is really bad for you?! Not to mention it's disgusting."
Bakura marked his page and set his book down before standing and grabbing the carton from the desk, "It's my body, I'll do what I want."
Pushing passed Marik, the spirit walked to the