Juz-me

Jude would not be able to tell you how they got into this situation. Max was sitting on his lap, in only a towel. All he remembered was Lucy yelling at Max then Max just plopping down on him. After that he got lost in the scent of Max. It was a strawberry vanilla scent. Jude wanted a taste. But he knew that would only lead to more fighting. So it took all of his being to not lick Max's back. Jude had his eyes closed, enjoying the moment when a annoyed scream brought him out of it. It had been Lucy. "Max, you're sick in the head! Jude isn't like that!" Jude would be surprised if the building next to them didn't hear her. She could get quite l

It's been days since Izaya had turned into Psyche. Psyche had not told them what happened a month ago. But he did tell them a lot of embarrassing things about Izaya. Like, Izaya's only had sex once. It shocked Shinra and Shizuo, fore they thought Izaya was very loose. He talked about Izaya's crush on Shizuo most of all. Most of the time, it made Shizuo feel guilty. All the times he insulted Izaya or told him to die, Izaya had laughed at him. But according to Psyche, Izaya was devestated. Even though he loved every one of them, everyone hated Izaya. It was hurting him more than Psyche would say. Almost everything Psyche had said, made Shizu

Izaya, or rather, Psyche, was left alone in the room, despite a protest. He was given a radio and stuff to draw with. He said he was going to write music. In the other room Shinra and Shizuo were talking about what they should do, and what happened. "Somethings obviously wrong with that flea." Shizuo looked back towards the room. "I mean, I knew he was pretty fucked up in the head, but this? It's pretty fucked up." Shinra nodded. "In Izaya's fragile state of mind, I suggest you reframe from insulting him." Shizuo scoffed. "I'm serious, Shizuo. Something happened a month ago that caused a break in his mental stability. And there really wasn

Izaya woke again. With that same childlike wonder, looked around the room. There wasn't much of anything. Until he stood in front of the mirror. He froze. That thing was looking right at him. Teeth bared. Claws ready to attack if he made the slightest move. He needed someone's help. He couldn't take on a thing like that! "Sh-Shinra!" He shouted. But that was enough to make that thing attack. He felt blood trickle down his arm where it had bitten into him. "SHINRA!" The thing released him and ran through a wall. He heard footsteps running then the door slam open. Shinra was by his side in a second. "Izaya, stop!" He pulled Izaya's hand away

Izaya woke up and started to hum that song again. The one that the words escaped him. He doesn't even remember where he heard it. He looked around the room he was in in child like wonder. He saw a bed, a bathroom to the left. A mirror. Oh, how he hated mirrors. He'll just have to stay away from that. A window that looked over part of the city. Then a door. He walked to it and pushed it open. An alarm went off. He covered his ears to escape the noise. He didn't hear running of feet or people shouting at him. But he finally heard the words to the song. Golden slumber kiss your eyes, Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep, pretty baby, Do n

He was humming to himself silently. A song.. he couldn't quite remember what the words were, but he remembered their pace. It might not have even been a song. It could just been spoken words. But that didn't matter. All he knew was that it was calming. He needed that lately. And where he was right now, made him feel uneasy. Where was he again? He couldn't remember that either. All he knew that he felt uneasy. And the people that have been following him, had stopped. They'll be back soon. They always come back. Why couldn't they leave him alone? Many people wanted him dead, yeah. But going as far as to send people to stalk him, but not face h

School was peaceful and quiet all day, surprisingly. Except for sore muscles, Ren was having a good day. "So, you like Horo?" Well. Until that. The milk Ren was drinking for lunch was spat out across the roof. Yoh decided to join Ren up there. Horohoro and Morty were down in the lunch room only breifly wondering where Yoh had gone. "A-Are you joking, Yoh? That's a completely ridiculious accusation." Ren wiped the milk from his face. "'M not saying I have anything wrong with you liking Horo. Just making sure that you do. I was just curious." Ren grabbed the collar of Yoh's shirt. "I said I didn't. So I don't!" He pushed Yoh away from him

They're back from the lab and already the house is loud. Mom's asking questions about the tests. Dad's trying to talk over Firo, who at the moment is whining for food. It sounds more like meowing to me. That's another thing. He eats like there's no tomorrow, yet he doesn't gain weight. He's been one hundred and twenty pounds since we found him. But he's not scary skinny. He actually has muscles. Lean muscle though. You want to know how I know that? He doesn't like shirts. Or pants. He walks around the house in his boxers. He sometimes doesn't wear anything. He doesn't see the harm in it. He's that naive. I yell at him everytime he does it,

We found this 'kid' a few years ago. He was ten when we found him, all beaten, bruised and half-naked. So that makes him sixteen now. My mom kept him instead of turning him into the police, like I said she should. She whined saying that if this 'kid' was a missing child, we would've seen the report by now. So he's part of the family. More like a pet. I can't stand him. He's bipolar. Extremely bipolar. He'll be having a normal conversation then out of nowhere he flips and breaks something. He always breaks something. But after he hears something break, he snaps out of it and starts crying. My mom consoles him, saying it's okay. My dad. Well,