Friday, February 18, 2011

Driver Philips Mt1700-it

No name in real

Title: No name
Genre: General
Warnings: History and quotes from the soul
Characters: Ushiromiya Natsuhi
Rating: Yellow
Chapters: 1 / 1
Ongoing: No

A / N: And, finally (after one year, but finally I did it), here comes another fanfiction, always Umineko!
Once again, the protagonist is a woman. But Beatrice is not (although it appears here in the form of golden butterfly XDD).
The fic is dedicated to Ushiromiya Natsuhi (you can hate for a variety of reasons-and in fact I understand, after reading the latest episodes of Umineko-).
However, the idea of this fic belongs to the ancient times of the vision of the soul from me-it is no coincidence that before I said "after one year" - so the story is clearly inspired by the first episodes of animated series.
(By the way, I have not had time to start reading the first four Episodes of Umineko, so for those who had read the novels sound, forgive me if this story will find something out of place ;_____;)
Well : I have nothing to add ... Enjoy ~!


(Thanks to [info] kikyoosama for corrections! ^ - ^)




No name.

"Indeed ... you do not have the right to wear the eagle with one wing ...

However ... there is no doubt that this is engraved in your heart. "

had just left the room where he had stashed the children after reading a letter, blocking the door with a candlestick.

With the Winchester in his hands, he wandered into the great hall where hung the portrait of the Golden Witch, Beatrice, peering with his eyes looking for something.

Ushiromiya Natsuhi wanted to end it. His greatest wish at that time was to find the real culprit of the murders were related to his family and take revenge by killing him.

did not care if he was ordered by the State for this crime almost premeditated. The killer was bloodied with his mad gesture, the family of Ushiromiya. An unforgivable act for someone like her, he respected the family and believed in its ideals.

He had always said that the culprit was a witch, who had won gold at the head of household, Ushiromiya Kinzo, and then came back to collect interest.

However, she did not believe in the existence of magic. And it was this the reason that had driven her to seek the culprit among the 18 people who were in Rokkenjima.

But now it seems absurd. Blaming others, the innocent, a cruel and unforgivable crime here at that time it seemed absurd.

He realized it was wrong, have led to death of Genji, and Dr. Nanjo Kumasawa with his act of accusation.

Fortunately, little Mary was survived by a miracle, but if only one of the three deceased had failed in that room, then to the girl there would be no hope of salvation.

He felt guilty. Unwitting accomplice of those guilty of three murders. And she had nothing to do but coming face to face with the murderer, even at the cost of living.

He could not even hear the desperate cries of Jessica, on the other side of the door told him to go back, to reach safety (even if now no place of residence was safe), to die with her, her only family .

He could not even hear the noise of the door, due to unsuccessful attempts by the children to open it, and so to enter the lounge.

At times could not even hear the sound of rain pounding frantically on the roofs, balconies, trees and roads of residence.

For Ushiromiya Natsuhi did not care about all this.

Now, instead of Kinzo Krauss and her husband, was his duty to protect his family.

Point Winchester in a dark place of the hall, as if he had a true evil presence coming from that direction. L 'have been raised in a family of Shinto priests to be very useful in these occasions.

"I am Ushiromiya Natsuhi, representative of the family Ushiromiya.

Su, displayed, golden witch, Beatrice! "

At his cry, at the point where Natsuhi had aimed the weapon, appeared a golden butterfly. That insect, which seemed so small and fragile, fluttering elegantly, as if he was already declaiming his victory.

But she was unimpressed at all. Was aware of the fact that the gilded butterflies were a harbinger of the arrival of the Witch.

"you finally decided to show you ... Come on, it's time to end it all ... Beatrice! "

all happened within a few seconds.

A shot echoed in the hall of Winchester. Natsuhi had shot that insect golden. However, he lowered At that moment the guard played a point in favor of Beatrice.

Natsuhi knew at that moment that you have to do with a witch. And, you know, magical beings on guns have no effect.

The bullet with firmness and courage that she had shot into the butterfly ... Instead he found himself stuck in his heart.

A "small" distraction that cost him his life.

"Mom!"

Natsuhi felt linked to the lineage of Ushiromiya, most of his family.

He had a deep respect for the householder, Kinzie.

Only in that place he felt truly at home.

And in that cursed day, after the first murders, the woman had the courage to trust the head of the family that she felt towards him.

"Even without family, I Natsuhi, I will always be his daughter! I swear to be faithful to the prestige and honor of the family at the cost of my own life! "

And that the old man replied:" Indeed ... you do not have the right to wear the eagle with one wing ... However ... there is no doubt that this is engraved in your heart. You have a blood relationship with me and will honor this family. "

"Father!"

Natsuhi felt proud of that statement. With tears in his eyes, he knew he was loved in a special way by the householder.

From then on, it would have imported more of Eve's curses against him. Now his task was to act as a worthy member of Ushiromiya, starting with to secure and protect his family.

"I am Ushiromiya Natsuhi. The person with only one wing of the eagle engraved in their hearts ... "






Monday, February 14, 2011

Gallbladder Polyps Removal

Welcome back! Behind Blue Eyes

Title : Welcome back to reality!
Genre: Comedy / idiotic, Introspective, What if ...?
Warnings: High dose of craziness. Only this ^ - ^
Characters: Germany v Italy North
Rating: Green
Chapters: 1 / 1
Ongoing : No.

A / N : FanFiction This was almost like a surprise Easter egg.
But being that today was Valentine's Day, I asked myself, "Well, why not finally write that idea you had in mind to prepare for a long time already?". And here's the result: eheheh ... * Evil aura * XDD
Warning! Now I usually call this fic "Sequel comic Happy Valentine's Day," but in fact his official title is what I wrote above.
"Sequel" because it is a continuous non-official trilogy strips "Happy Valentine's Day" and "comic" because it is a sequel-and here I warn you in advance-does not include any romantic scene.
So this is my first experiment Fic Comedian / insane, because to be honest I've never written one. And if I have offended the author of Hetalia (O you who believe in this couple) in showing the public a thing, please forgive me if you can.

(By the way: who knows why, but I I guess really the final Happy Valentine's Day as well. Also if there is no romantic solution, it is clear ... ^ - ^)




Welcome back to reality !


"The reality is not as sweet as in dreams."

How many times I've heard this phrase ... But I knew its meaning on my skin, since that day.
And when I say "on my skin, I want you to understand this: literally.
Ok, maybe it's better if I tell you everything from the start, otherwise you risk not understanding what I'm saying ...

was a day of February many years ago. Perhaps we were still in the Second World War, but I'm not sure.
However, I remember exactly what had happened that day. Remember when I wrote about the time in which Italy gave me a bouquet of red roses? Well, that day I accepted his proposal a week later and so I invited him to eat at a restaurant.
After talking for a while 'time, I decided to make the first move: the first gives him a bouquet of flowers and then a ring ...
Actually, at that moment I was embarrassed: yes, I was too agitated to what I was doing! And what do you want from me: I was still a beginner! It was the first time I asked someone to go out with me, and was also the first time I gave her a ring!
At that point, I was already prepared for the worst: but, as in the manual, I thanked Italy and had started to cry ... Well, yes: I did really well to read and follow all the advice in this booklet!
But it was not over here. By the book, wiped his tears with a handkerchief of my partner (of course I did everything alone, and in the meantime, Italy had not even moved!). And finally ...
lacked only the finishing move.
The last step. The number four in the manual: embrace your partner.

At that moment, I realized I needed to hear.
I was hugging the person I loved. I just have to reveal that Italy had for him.
But ... just as I was to declare in the throes of a major embarrassment, a little unexpected happened that totally shocked at that time.
A jet of water on the face .

Okay, now you ask me what enters the water in a romantic moment like that. Okay, now I'll explain. While in Italy
terrified (because he was worried about me, but I found out not long after) shouted "Are you okay? Say something, Germany ", I ... Well, I do not remember much about what had happened to me at that moment.
of a sudden I did not see Italy, people around me, and the restaurant. I found myself suddenly in a field of flowers, and in front of me ... a child.
Unbelievably this girl looked like Italy! Failing to understand yet what kind of situation I had before my eyes, I went to that little girl.
Everything I did from then on it was automatic, almost natural, as if my brain had ordered me, "Do this and nothing else. Do not ask why. "
plucked a daisy in her hair and the pose of that child, then I took a bunch of flowers and gave it to him. Then ran away.
And as I walked away from that girl (with a little 'of regret, because I wanted to ask you many things, but I was forced to flee for some arcane reason) ... all of a sudden I felt something cold, cold ... and liquid.
was water.

"Germany! Are you okay? "
This cry-in addition to water-jet that made me wake from that dream."
I noticed with a view that Italy was still in front of me, terrified, with a pitcher of water in his right hand, and the people sitting at tables watching us in shock.
Fortunately I was not knocked down, but the first feeling I felt in the midst of all that noise was a cold shiver.
Cool.
As if I had been to the North Pole.
And then I realized. I had wet clothes, and all this because of Italy! Damn him!

"What heck you've done, Italy! "
" Ma .. Germany ... Do not answer me ... and I just wanted ... "
" To wake up there are over a thousand other ways to throw a bucket of water on me, fool that you are! "And that idiot
began to stammer:" I'm sorry, so sorry! "
But at that moment the only thing that occurred to me to do as a pathetic response to that statement was to make him pay for giving me so humiliated in front of everyone!
"Now you'll see!"

How to forget a day like that.
My first Valentine's Day, the first year I was finally able to celebrate with the person I loved ... Ruined.
least I hoped to finish with a flourish that day, but ...
But such a thing happen again in my life, I swear! That was the first, and will be the last time will happen!
If Heaven wants me to stay alive much longer ... I prefer to celebrate the coming Valentine's Day at my house.
least I did not show everyone my embarrassment. And, most importantly, no one will laugh more than me.





Ok, maybe it's better not write any more like a fanfiction ...
complete honesty * * (^-^)