Tokyo-Zion Academy Times

Summary:
Just another dumb fic comic featuring a small group of Tokyo-Zion academy staff.

Masochist

Chapter One: White Robe:

Feeling ugly, looking pretty.
Yellow ribbons, black graffiti.
Word is written, bond is broken.
No big secret left unspoken.
Sun is painted in the corner but it's never getting warmer.
All the lies they keep on selling,
But you never check the spelling

Creator: Ann King

Genres:  Horror, Supernatural

Rating: M

Summary:

Ann thinks she sees and hears the devil and Kami stalking her. She thinks they want her soul.

Spider:

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3052520/1/Spider

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The rain poured as if it were to flood the campus into the sea. It had been raining on and off all spring. There was no sign of it letting up anytime. Inside was warm and dry. Noizchild sat in hard cotton red chair in from the registration desk. She was soaked up to her hair and cat ears. Her luggage and backpack sat on the floor beside the chair forming puddles on the floors. She had bitter apathy on her face. It was clear that she didn't want to be here. She would be home in Tokyo for spring in her lusty bed. But instead, Noiz was here. In the registration office on this rainy Wednesday. Why? She was registering to a different house. You see, she got kicked out of her old one for a fight she started and using foul language in public before spring break. (A long story we well explain later.) Right now, Noiz was wet and shivering cold with luggage.
 

Chapter Four: The Chariot:

I looked and noticed a picture of a girl and myself as teenagers in an open field. I didn’t start this business alone, you know? I had a really good friend come and help me.

Her name was Leona. She has been my friend since we were little kids. She’s the one who gave me the idea for the company in the first place. The born of Royal Airs started our junior year of high school. I was bored in class one day and started drawing airplanes. Leona leaned over my shoulder and watched my hands more across the paper. She jotted down a little note and passed it to me.

What are you drawing?

Sins of Women

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Chapter Two: The Empress:

The first woman to set me on this path is my mother. She pretty much shaped my life with women when I was growing. Our house was pretty much her kingdom. My sister and I were her loyal subjects. I label her as the empress because she is as such in my life. In her younger days, she looked like a queen. She grew up as the center of attention. My mother just had to have all eyes on her. She wasn’t the type of woman who was took no for an answer. That went to her children.

It’s a wonder she could never hold onto a boyfriend for long. Every man in her life eventually got fed up with her and left. I wished I could’ve done the same thing. Okay, let me back up a little bit. My mother grew up in poverty. On top of that, she was the youngest of nine girls. Naturally, she wanted to be a queen. From the age of three, she viewed herself as a princess. Her father first placed this notion in her head. He called her his little princess. From there, the legend of the empress was born.

Sins of Women

Hisoka isn't in a good place at the moment. Because of this, he turns up missing. As the other Shinigami try to figure out the truth, they all find some rather unsettling clues around his house. Traces of a strange powder on the counter, the apartment looks rather trashed, plus there are traces of blood all over the floor and walls. Yet, Hisoka hasn't been alone for the past few days that he hasn't shown up for work. Where is Hisoka now and can they reach him in time before tragedy strikes?
 

Creator: T.J. Velasquez

Genres: Dark, Drama, Erotic, General, Hope, Original, Tragedy

Rating: MA

How was Your Night?

*Louise and Polly sit at their desks in the teacher's office*

*Louise groans aloud*

*Polly looks up at her*

Polly: Something the matter?

*Lou groans and looks up at her*

*Polly glances at her oddly*

Polly: Too much to drink?

*Lou groans as she nods*

Polly: Oh.

Lou: Last night was so annoying too.

Polly: Huh?

Two men sat on Ann's bed, talking to each other. The man on the right twirled his long white beard. The man on the left was dressed in black and had his eyes narrowed at him.

"You sure this will work?" he asked. The bearded man in white nodded.

"Of course," he said. "No one will suspect her. She's perfect."

"How can you be sure that she'll be willing to do this?"

"We'll just ask her."

The man in black gave him a strange look. "Huh?"

The man in white grinned. "We can ask her right now."

The man in black glanced to his right. "Oh yes we can." Both men turned to Ann. She froze when their eyes met hers. The man in white smiled at her.

Spider:

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3052520/1/Spider

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