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Kokoro-Chris and ClaireKokoro
Chris and Claire
(I do not own the song or Characters Kokoro is by Rin and Len)
There was a Brother and sister named Chris and Claire unfortunetly their parents died. They were upset... then his sister died of something horrible Chris had no one he was a scientist so he created a robot of her but didn't know what Kokoro is.
Chris: Now open ur eyes
Claire opened her eyes and her crystal eyes met with the same eyes as hers
Chris: Good morning
Claire: good moring
Chris: do you know who I am?
Claire: your my brother
Chris: is the system working properly?
Claire: no problem
Chris: then, ur name is...
(This is where it begins Chris is trying to regain his Sister Claire's memories)
A robot made by a lonely scientist the result could only be called... A "Miracle" but still the lacking was something that can't be made that is called "Kokoro" a program, Chris touch her where the heart is and the other to his. Several hundred years passed left all alon
The Royal Wedding Ch.4In the hidden leaf village the gang meet an old lady.
Mist: Hello mame, sorry to disturb you but have you seen-
Old Lady: Kuta? you must be Mist and you Must Be Richtofen And you Must be Dempsey adn you-i don't think i know you
The gang was suprised that the old lady kew Kuta and all of them.
Mist: how do you know Kuta? and all of us?
Old Lady:Well Kuta came to me to learn Karate, she has been talking alot about you all and how she misses you all especially you. The old lady was pointing to Demspey
Mist: well do you know where she is?
Old Lady: yes, she went that way the last time i saw her, in the forest.
Mist: THankyou!,come on guys its this way!
So the gang went into the forest they didn't know it but they were just a few metres from kuta.
Mist: Kuta! kuta! its me! Mist!
Richtofen: Kuta! vhere are you!
Dempsey was sitting on a tree stump, silently crying over Kuta
Dempsey: this is all of my fault!
Suddenly they heard someone crying up in the tree's
Mist: Its Kuta!
so they all brough
The Royal Wedding Ch.3Dempsey: Father what a suprise what are u doing here?
King: Dempsey lets a a talk in your room
Dempsey,King,and Sasha walked into the room and have a small talk while Kuta is on the floor holding her face after the smack that Dempsey's father did.Then Mist comes over.
Kuta: OW Zhat really hurts
Mist: Kuta are you alright?
Mist: what happened?
Kuta: Dempshey's father came und shmack me in zhe face zhen I fell on zhe floor
Mist: Where is he?!
Kuta: He, Sasha und Dempshey are having a conversation
Mist: oh we just have to wait, come on lets ice your face
Kuta and Mist walked in the kitchen, after that Kuta went to listen the conversation
King: Dempsey! Sasha told me you have been dating a german
Dempsey: but who cares if shes a german I love her you can't take me away from her
King: She is the
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Uh-oh. Sherman was trapped. This was one of the worst possible things that could ever happen.
He hated it. The cold water (which was due to the fact that he delayed his bath for as long as he could) the fact baths always stopped him from playing, the scrubbing, the inevitable bedtime afterwards…it was no fun.
What was he to do? There was only one thing for it - to hide. So that’s what he did. Thinking quickly, he hid under his crib and hoped his father wouldn’t find him. Perhaps if he lay still enough, he wouldn’t be noticed.
He could hear his father’s clunky footsteps coming closer. The door creaked open. There was a silence, then a short sigh. Sherman heard Mr. Peabody nearing his crib and within seconds, he found himself getting pulled out from under it. He shook his pudgy fists about.
"Come now, Sherman, let’s not have this," Mr. Peabody muttered.
"Nooo! I don’t wa
Sherman's Mother"Are you alright, my dear?"
Mr. Peabody’s attention had been drawn to a shifting in a nearby alleyway. He squinted at the dark, hunched figure. He guessed it was a woman from the sound of her voice. Unfortunately for her, she was retching. Despite the repulsion, the dog kept a good distance away while she finished emptying her stomach. For a few moments she didn’t move and Mr. Peabody stepped forward to see if she was alright, hand extended.
But at that moment she raised herself up, almost tripping up on her dress. She swayed outside onto pavement lit by the streetlamps, the pale light reflecting off her shiny, auburn hair. She glanced down at Mr. Peabody.
"Whadda you want, mutt?”
Mr. Peabody showed little sign of offence, knowing fully well that she was still under the influence and therefore not thinking straight. “I was just concerned for your well-being, ma’am.”
"Huh. My well-being. That’s a joke… Along with eeeverything
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I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue
Goodnight DadHere's some music to go with this story
* * *
The elevator doors opened and out stepped Sherman. He was all grown-up now and had travelled all the way from his home to visit the old penthouse he once lived at. Now it was just owned by the famous Mr. Peabody, who had disappeared out of the limelight quite some time ago, due to him not appearing as often.
The reason? Mr. Peabody was too old.
Sherman’s shoes squeaked against the laminated floors as he glanced around at the mostly unchanged house he used to roam about in as a child. He entered the lounge, looking about for his father.
"Hello?" he called out.
Suddenly, there was a quiet thud at the door. Sherman swivelled around and saw it open slightly. A cane came through, shortly followed by the hunched, greying figure of Mr. Peabody himself. His green eyes sparkled the moment they set upon Sherman.
"Ah Sherman, my boy," the elderly genius greeted, "so glad to fin
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A voice kept coming to her, faint and quiet. She couldn't understand it. It was too far. She felt as though she were underwater. Everything was distorted beyond her senses.
And then there was pain. It shot through her like the talon of a hawk, or the fang of a dog. It gripped her tightly, and held her it's prisoner. She could smell blood. She could feel the blood. It was all over her. And it was overpowering.
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She felt her body shudder with her sobs. A small bundle was held between her front paws, her warm tears dripping down upon it. Two other small bundles were nearby, both mewing and wiggling around. But this one.. was still. And silent.
She sobbed again, trying desperately to drag her tongue across the unmoving brown kit. She thought she would taste it's warm pelt and fur, but instead she got a mouthful of her own salty tears, and felt his cold body.
Her head shot up, her eyes locking on the form of the grey pelted medicine cat. He stared at her sympathetically, and moved closer, glancing down at the brown tom between her paws. His voice was calm, and quiet, "Timidbreeze.. He's gone. He's with Starclan now. I'm sorry."
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Except unlike both the fictional and non-fictional people mentioned above, she was on the back of a horse.
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HIMH Ch. 18Ch.18
“Austy... Wake up… I’m back…” Riley said poking his cheek softly trying to wake him up.
“Mm…” He groaned and stirred to the other side. “…5 more minutes…”
“Austin you’ve been sleeping since I left! Which was at like 3:27 in the morning… and its now…” She paused and looked at the time. “5:12 in the afternoon…”
“Get up.” She grabbed his legs and pulled him out. Austin being a bit on the smart side grabbed onto the bed posts to avoid getting out. “Austin! You’re taking the bed with you! Come on let go!” She kept pulling until finally he let go and they both went crashing into each other.
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All the birds of a feather
Do what they love most of all
We are the best at rhythm and laughter
That's why we love carnaval
All so clear we can sing to
Sun and beaches they call
Dance to the music, passion and love
Show us the best you can do
Everyone here is on fire
Get up and join in the fun
Dance with a stranger, romance and danger
Magic could happen for real, in Rio
All by it self (it self)
You can't see it coming
You can't find it anywhere else (anywhere else)
It's real, in Rio
Know something else (something else)
You can feel it happen
You can feel it all by yourself
All the birds of a feather
Do what they love most of all
Moon and the stars, strumming guitars
That's why we love carnaval
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Everything's wild and free
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You can't find it anywhere else
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splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
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dancing where the wildflowers are.
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