sesshomaru/kikyo

I was finally home. After a year, I, Kyoko Higurashi, am finally home. I was chosen to be a transfer student for the Japanese-American exchange program. I stood in from of the steps leading to my house. My black hair flowed down over my shoulders. I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing my 가장 좋아하는 red tank 상단, 맨 위로 and jean shorts. I felt a little self-conscious of my American attire. I slowly breathed out and walked up the steps.
I walked through the courtyard to the front door. Suddenly it flew open.
    “Kyoko!” My family screamed as they ran out and hugged me. Tears...

His feet brought him to a high cliff. Because he couldn’t sleep, he had been moving 일 and night with hardly any rest. His legs were aching from the constant strain, his body ready to collapse into itself. He stood at the edge of the cliff and gazed down at the dizzying height. All he needed was to lean over for it to all end. He could already feel gravity pulling at him, inviting him down. His staff fell from his hands. He tottered back and forth; his legs had no 더 많이 strength. If only he would lean forward, then it would all end. He wouldn’t have to worry about the Wind Tunnel consuming...