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Four year old (Last Name) (Name) stood before the massive gate of the Akashi household. She had a giddy smile on her face as she tapped the doorbell, hearing a voice from the security speaker, “Yes, who is this?” “It’s (Name)!” She exclaimed, her tone full of happiness. “(Name)-chan, wait a second, okay?” The feminine voice on the speaker said. The gates to the mansion were opened slowly moments later. “Shitsureishimasu,” she excused herself as she entered the gates, seeing a woman with long, red hair on the other side. “(Name)-chan, welcome,” the woman greeted. “Are yo

He wasn’t here. You scanned for him through the crowds of people in the room. His friends were here. Your friends were here. But he wasn’t. Is he really going to come? You asked yourself, doubting him. He was your best friend, your lover, and you couldn’t go through such a special day without him. You wanted him to come, needed him to be there, but he wasn’t. You walked out of the room, into the balcony, staring at the evening sky. You sighed to yourself. You wished he could see the dark clouds contrast the colourful sunset with you.  You wished that he would’ve remembered today. “(Y/n),” You turne

(Y/n) was sat on the small seat in front of the instrument she loved, alone, staring blankly at the monochrome keys. Should I tell him? She let her thoughts wander, closing her eyes as a sigh left her lips. Is he okay with me? Aishiteru banzai! Koko de yokatta Watashitachi no ima ga koko ni aru The blue door creaked as she slid it open, and she entered the room she considered her haven. Making her way towards her seat, she took off the red cloth on top of the black and white keys of the piano. Her fingers placed themselves on top of the keys, knowing immediately the notes to the song she wanted to play. She pressed softly on them, letting h

Warning: Please take note that there will be a lot of cuss words in this story. Silence. Silence had enveloped the two for a long while now. It had been several days since they had their last real conversation. There was a thick air of tension building up around the two of them. The room was extremely quiet, and Lovino was irked. He took a short glance at the girl beside him on the bed, (Y/n), reading a book she was so engrossed in. Finding that she wasn’t going to look back at him, he reverted his gaze back to the ceiling; a blank, cream coloured ceiling that wasn’t at all entertaining to look at. Lovino inhaled, exhaled, and

Warning: Please take note that there will be a lot of cuss words in this story. Should I make him something? The generous thought resounded her head as she stared at her empty calendar. February 14 is... Valentine’s Day, right? (Y/n) was sprawled all over her bed, staring blankly at the boring ceiling on the evening before Valentine’s Day. Lovino was out with Feliciano, since his little brother had dragged him along to get something special for Ludwig. She couldn’t think of anything to give him, much less if she should give him anything at all. All her thoughts made her head feel a little dizzy, and she decided to procras

Year 1896. The Spanish colonization of the Philippines. It’s been long since it was like this; my nation, my home, being tortured, abused, and stripped of their rights. Children were hit. Women were raped. We had no freedom, and no one was safe. It was a cruel world for us, and it was all because of Spain. Spain. It was all Spain. Spain could pertain to two; the Kingdom of España, the country that had colonized us and treated us like dirt, the country of which its citizens exploit our land and its riches, as if it rightfully belonged to them, and not to us. That, and him. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. The man that had won my heart,