Tokyo-Zion Academy Times

Chapter Four: Voyeurism:

March 3rd, 2010.

4:00 a.m.

Tsuzuki let his fingertips trace along the scars on Anna's back. He had all of her now, to have and to hold, and in sickness and in health. He kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you," Tsuzuki whispered. He cuddled up close to her body and went back to sleep. The scent of her carried him off to sleep.

Chapter Two: Top and Bottom:

March 1st, 2010.

7:00 p.m.

Tsuzuki sat in a bar near the guest house that he and Anna were staying in. He still had one more gift to give her for her birthday. Shinto priests came in abundance in this country and the shinigami needed to find the right one. Tsuzuki looked along the bar to his left. A man near the other end drew his attention. He looked about fifty in his jeans and t-shirt and had just finished his last shot. Go over to him, instinct told Tsuzuki. The shinigami got up and walked over to the man. He looked up to see Tsuzuki smiling at him. He raised an eyebrow at the guy.

"Uh… can I help you?" he asked.

Pearly

Chapter One: Fetish:

March 2nd, 2010.

Outside a Shinto shrine in Kyoto, Tsuzuki and Anna stood looking inside. The man turned to his ladylove.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked. Anna nodded. Tsuzuki took a moment to admire her facial features in the setting sun behind her. The lighting gave her an immortal youthful glow under her light make-up. Her gold earring flashed in the soft tone on her cheek and jaw.

"You won't have any second thoughts, will you?" he asked.

Pearly:
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Hisoka's been acting strange lately. He seems to be distancing himself from everyone and going home earlier. The answer lies within his apartment. Jessie has returned, but something is off about her. She's turned fragile and dependent on her ex. Hisoka feels that he has no choice but to cheer for her. However, there seems to be something else more sinister waiting to swallow him and her up?

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

Creator: T.J. Velasquez

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

Rating: MA

There was once a tent of purity. She played out her peaceful life with love, light, peace, and happiness. To be in harmony with the white was enough. She was happy with her normal life and innocence.

But one day, the wolves moved in. They destroyed her mind and soul. The wolves plundered and ate her innocence. Her reputation was torn to shreds. The tent was stained black and ripped open violently. Everything was stolen and damaged. All that was left was darkness and isolation. The tore bits of the tents flapped wildly around in the wind. All because of one small mistake. A mistake easily made by young innocent girls everywhere. A mistake made by flowers who were closed in most of their lives. A mistake that was unforgivable. Not to anybody. Not even to herself.