Neko-moe

    Reincarnation: a simple concept in the terms of the afterlife. When someone dies, the soul carries on and they are birthed again into new life, memories of their past life forgotten as their aging soul sets foot into the world once again. Of course, such a concept could only apply to those who believed in it, and you _______, were such a person with a strong belief in one life after another. So strong though, that you’ve never lost a single memory in over a hundred years. Why? You made a vow. A single vow, to a single man.      Back in the late 1800’s, you had met a young man of the name Dio; Dio Brando to be exact. You were

~ December 17th ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Jesus, could it get any colder out here? If this damn snow messes up my hair, I swear I’m going to-“ “What are you going to, Josuke? Punch it in the face?” A quiet giggle followed your words, which resulted in the taller male’s lower lip jutting out into a miniscule pout of sorts. As much as you had hoped that you and your trio of misfits would be trudging through the snowy mountainsides, it was unfortunately nothing more than the now that fell around your home area; because of some financial issues that came up on b

“Wait, so you’re telling me that your professor invited you to have lunch with all your previous professors? That sounds kinda sketchy if you ask me.” You looked over at the taller male standing beside you, his lips wrapped around the end of a straw that he was happily sucking away on. You were tempted to poke or prod his pompadour, but, at the risk of him dropping his drink that he was so eagerly partaking in, you decided against it. A quiet sigh passed your lips, and you shifted your shoulder to slide your backpack strap into a more comfortable position. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m just not used to it. He’s

Going through high school was always a tricky time in the life of a young adult; the changes in your body and identity were ones that no teen can ever truly prepare for. You were thankful that you had a close friend to help you through it, to let you know that you weren't alone. You also looked up to a certain Higashikata boy, one that made your heart flutter whenever you were around him. Freshman year you felt an urge to be around him, simply because he was cool. Sophomore year consisted of you turning red and smiling as your body felt warm in his presence. Junior year, you found yourself detaching yourself from Josuke as your heart would b

Blinding white. That's all your mind could comprehend, the only color your eyes could see. It was warm, welcoming. Yet, your chest blossomed with pain. Your heart throbbed. Why? You tried to remember why you were here, but it only caused sharp pain in your skull. Color slowly emerged from the white fog, a translucent figure and face you could instantly recognize. Your sister. Why her? Wasn’t she...The pain in your ribcage flared with enough force to rip a gasp from your throat. ‘Is this...heaven?’ No, it wouldn't hurt. Looking at your sister, you silently pleaded for answers. She simply gave you a smile before her ether

"Look at me- no, look at me, (Name)." The normal, solemn tone that you were so used to hearing had been changed to one that, if you could describe it visually, sounded like the texture the softest of fleece felt beneath someone's fingers. It had been an eternity since you had heard such a tone, but the small blessing your ears had of partaking in this timbre of speech proved that his affection for you still lingered. As much as you hated to admit it, you believed that your relationship was crumbling apart; you always blamed yourself. You had tried everything to please your partner: be it with intimacy, small tokens of appreciation, even dropp

This was undoubtedly the end for you; it was almost one-hundred percent certain that you would meet your end whenever you saw his face once more. You had heard the terrible, vile rumors about the ‘vampire’ who lived in the mansion that had long been abandoned on the outskirts of the town you resided within.   And now here you were; inside that very mansion. You took note of the interior: the many various bits of rubble splayed across the floor, the larger-than-average cobwebs that had been spun across the broken walls and pieces of furniture, and the overall darkness that covered the room itself. There was a boarded up window to t

By now, you had gotten used to the eerie growls that came from the lower levels of the castle. It had only been a month since you had been abducted from your hometown, but it felt as though forever had passed. Right now, however, you were padding around the upper level of the castle in which you resided. You stooped down at the waist, picking up some stray bits of rubble that you presumed had fallen from the ceiling at some point.   “Cleaning again, Ms. (Name)?” You heard the rather deep voice behind you, and you gave a deep sigh.   “Oh, Vincent, it’s just you. I thought it was his time once again…” You t

You were currently sitting on your bed, your hand upon your forehead, and your gaze locked on the wooden floor in front of you.   ‘Dio is letting me leave? This can’t be. There has to be more to it than this…’ You let loose a heavy sigh, and you turned your head to look out the boarded up window. The rays of moonlight you had gotten so used to still remained there, and so did the outside world. It had been ever so long, it seemed, since you had been able to taste fresh air again; the idea of leaving was slowly beginning to overpower your mind. But, there was something there that hadn’t been there when you first