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idk imma write random shit here to get stuff out of my head i can do suggestions if ya like or actually care

http://i.imgur.com/N8Lc11g.png The night air burned your lunges as your feet slapped the pavement. Weaving through buildings you desperately tried to find a place to hide but to no avail. From behind you could hear the rev of an engine taunting you. Drawing closer and closer. You had to escape, had to hide. Before he caught up again. It all started with what seemed like a chance encounter. A charming face offering what happened to be your favorite drink. You had heard about ghouls but never actually met one. But was he a ghoul? He had a Quinque.... Speaking of which, the sound was getting louder, gathering you back to the current situation. "(y/n)-chii~~ This game of hide and seek is more seek then hide!" He yelled to you in a whimsical, almost sing song melody. Your legs began to burn as the adrenaline was waring off, you couldn't keep this up for much longer, while he sounded spry. He seemed so nice and charming, always doting on you, staying close and walking you home at nights. This man chasing you is entirely different. Finally you saw a place to hide, in between some boxes lying by a dumpster. After cozing up you waited and hope he would simply run past you, going as far as to cross your fingers for luck. The sound got louder and louder as he approached. To your great relief he ran completely past you at an insane speed. How had you out run him before!? Deciding you would have to wait awhile you sat there, thinking of your next move when a face popped into view. "BOO!" He said comedically. His black hair fell down the side of his face, a smile pulled across his lips as he eyed your horrific expression. Quickly he pulled you out by your arm and pushed you hard against the bring wall of a building. The first thing he did was force his tongue into your mouth roughly, taking in your delicious taste. "I wish i were a ghoul so i could eat you up, (y/n)-chi..." He spoke in a cheerful, longing voice, as if what he had said was in the least romantic. "And if you were a ghoul, i could cut off your arms and legs and keep you for myself so you could never escape me. But your a fragile little human." He wrapped his white gloved hand around your cheeks, puckering your mouth. "I'll protect you from this scary world, my fragile little (y/n)-chi."

http://i.imgur.com/IdPnSXT.png Your body burned and your vision was hazy. Your neighbor, Ichimatsu, was looking down at you lazy eyes and warm cheeks. The sextuplets had rock paper scissored 10 times to decide who would go over and take care of you and Ichimatsu had one each time. Luck was never on his side of course, so after loosing every game of chance he had ever played he did some research (a google search) on how to cheat. Panting softly, you looked into his dark eyes. "Thank you for taking care of me, Ichi-san." You spoke with a soft smile on your lips. He eyed your laying figure. How the blanket would rise and fall over your breasts with every heavy breath. "Ichi-san?" You called to him, snapping him from his perverted stupor. Luckily for him, you were too dazed to know where his mind was going, or the color of his now rosed face. "Uh-um.... Do you need anything...?" Ichimatsu asked hesitantly, looking off to the side to wave off wrong thoughts. He peaked off the side of his view, sneaking another look at you. On your back, your mouth open slightly as you sucked air in, letting it out in pants. If he listened hard enough, it almost sounded lewd. You were so vulnerable... Probably too out of it to even know what happened..... His thoughts were once again broken by your soothing voice. "Are you ok, Ichi-san...? your face is red.... I hope i didn't give you the bug as well." Ichimatsu was caught off guard by your lucidity. He was even gladder he didn't try anything.... "I'm feeling a bit better, could i trouble you for some warm soup...?" You asked in a still fragile, but stronger voice. He avoided eye contact as he nodded and stood up, being sure to keep his hoodie below his waist line. After a few minutes and more then a few crashing noises from downstairs, the purple brother reentered the room, this time with a steaming bowl of soup on his hands. Ichimatsu wish he could take pictures of your face as it lit up. To have someone be that happy to see him made his chests soar, even if it was because he had food. He would be sure to carry more food with him. "Thanks again for taking care of me, Ichi-san..." You spoke, sitting up. Ichimatsu stopped three feet from you, an indistinguishable look on his face. "Ichi-san?" You questioned, but he just stared down at you coldly. "Lay back down..." He spoke low. You gaze up him a puzzled expression as his eyes forcefully bared down at you. "No soup if you don't do as your told..." He finally spoke, his expression staying stone cold. Your throat stung and you were still chilly, so the allure of hot soup running down and curing what ailed you was too great. Slowly you layed back down, looking off and away from his now grinning, domineering expression. Your cheeks reddened from more then just the flue that infected you. Ichimatsu sat on his kneels, creating a small pool into the spoon before lifting it. "Do you want this?" He asked smugly. You nodded, being flustered. His smiled stretched across his darkened face. "Say, Nyaaa~" He demanded. Gulping your remaining pride down, you slowly opened your mouth. "N-nyaah~" Ishimatsus face reddened and his heart pounded in his chest. He shifted his position to hide the crotch of his pants. "Good girl...." He bestowed the reward onto you, lowering the spoon so you could quench your hunger. As you drank the warm liquid down, warming your wreched throat, Ichimatsu watched your lips curl around the spoon, watched your neck as you gulped it down. How your shirt slid down, exposing your shoulder.... As time went on, he would make you beg for anything you needed. "You want a tissue? Thats three Nyahs and a head pat...." Your cheeks a blaze, you let out the three nyahs, even adding the cat paws to your head. Steam came from his ears as he watched you. His fantasies where truly coming true! He leaned down and placed his hand atop your head, moving it to and fro, savoring the feeling of your soft tresses gracing his hand. Truly it must be sinful for trash like him to touch something so pure and perfect. His depressive thoughts began to simmer. What was living garbage like himself doing with someone so divine? She was a deity! And him? He would be lucky to be considered animal shit. "I-ichi-san?" You tried to call out to him, seeing him slip into a darkness. His eyes slowly slid up to you, sending a shiver down your spine. "It's Ichimatsu-sama, to you." He sneered cheekily. He was trash, so why not act it? He had already broken the holy seal by laying his gross hand on you, so why not keep going? "I-ichimatsu....s-ssama...." You whispered, your eyes fixed to the ground. Out of his waistband he pulled (hey now, this is a PG-14 fanfic, get your mind out of the gutter, and grab your mum while your at it. LUL 420 DANK MEMES EDGE LORD) a cat ear headband. "Put this on..." Rosey cheeked, you slowly set it onto your head, staring up at him with big eyes. "Is this alright, Ichinyatsu?" A small trickle of blood dripped from his nose. Without a word he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your head, patting it all over. He grabbed the ear of the headband, tweaking it with his fingers. "N-nyah!" You let out. This was perfect. This was his ultimate fantasy and then some! This was.... He looked back down at your cute face to see it was no longer there, and instead replaced by that of Iyami! "SSHHEEEEH" He screamed at him, his buck teeth nearly poking an eye out. As Ichimatsu fell to the floor, suddenly your face now morphed to that of a chubby mans. "DAYYOOOON" He screamed "W-ww-w-aah?!?!?!" Ichimatsu squirmed in his sleep as his brothers looked over him. "Lucky basterd, caught (y/n)-chans cold." Osomatsu sneered. "I WANT HER GERMS INSIDE ME!" Jyuumatsu yelled, flailing his arms. "Ssh of you'll wake him up." Choromatsu warned them, til they all got an idea. When Ichimatsu woke up, he was outside in the snow naked, his balls completely frozen blue. "I...hate.....my.......life........."

PS i dont edit these fuckin things so dont judge me my professional work is crisp af

http://66.media.tumblr.com/774c153b63768c978e6577ee99215e4c/tumblr_o7idcaQiqA1s080lto3_1280.gif "are you sure you're going to be ok on your own? I'm sure we can find you a place closer to town..." Your mother spoke, her usual worried tone firm. The car was lurching and fumbling on the rough British roads, which didn't help ease her mind. You on the other hand were calm and even excited. This would be the first time you would be living on your own, even if it was for a few months, until you found a better home near town. But until you wanted to stay in England longer and wait there until you found a location. Not to mention that meant you could start your real adult life sooner. Everything that made you excited was the worry for your mother. After almost an hour of driving, the tree's finally parted, exposing the large Victorian style house in the near distance. It was much larger then you remember from pictures. Why was such a big, beautiful house so cheap? "It's still not too late, we can drive back to the Inn and-" You cut her off. "It's fine, mum." You reassured her. She let a sigh out through her nose and took off her seat belt and took the keys out of the ignition, killing the car. The two of you approached the house when you stopped dead in your tracks. Your vision was brought to the window in front of the house. The curtains were still settling. Was someone looking out of the window...?? "(y/n)?" Your mother voiced to you. Your eyes snapped back at her. "Second thoughts?" She asked, a small hopeful smile on her lips. You shook your head, then eyed the window. "No, just thought i saw something is all." You told her, following her to the front door. The foyer was enormous, and the rest of the three story house mirrored it. The self guided tour alone took nearly an hour, checking out the many different rooms, their doors all looked exactly the same. As you tried different door knobs to check the rooms you had come across a few that were locked. Your mother explained that it wasn't too strange, sometimes people have storage rooms and forget to unlock them. On the second floor a door was already open, exposing a large room with a bathroom and walk in closet adjacent. "I found my room." You happily announced. Your mother still wasn't convinced. "I think this place is too big. Large houses get drafty at night, and what if you need to call us and the phone lines are out??" She tried to explain, her words coming out quickly and anxiously as her mind cooked up all kinds of things that could happen to her only child. You lifted up your cellphone. "I dont need a landline, plus if i get cold i can just put more blankets on. It's fine mom, i'll call everyday and you can pop in whenever." Your words soothed her somewhat. "Alright, but remember, its never too late to come home." You smiled warmly. "I know." As she touched your arm thoughtfully, the door adjacent to the one you were both in creaked open. One of the doors that was previously locked. A cold shiver passed down your spine, but your mother wasn't as wary. She looked at your paled face and let out a small chuckle. "This is an old house, doors get stuck. If your scared you can always come home..." She slyly offered. Your mother was never one for the paranormal. She could explain away a full blown poltergeist. You huffed your cheeks out in annoyance and, mustering your courage, you stepped across the hall, but as you stepped into the room, your bravery dwindled. The room clearly belonged to a

brahms one isnt done, its gonne be long the ichimatsu one? oh baby i WANTED to make it a lemon so much......