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# 4 Freedom

day before yesterday was my bachelor of 4 Average number (last year of compulsory education in my country), maybe post an entry about it later, but for now I must hurry because my sister's tender me is swelling to avoid interrupting your downloads ^ ^ U. Here is my first Harry Potter Drabble, hope you like, pq, is my first drabble of drama o_o

"Harry Potter" is not mine, nor any of its characters. This paper only exists for mere entertainment.

Suddenly the beast stopped. Remus's eyes, a few meters away from Tonks, had begun to recognize their surroundings after hours of darkness that always accompanied him during those disastrous transformations, and notice how, gradually, their hands lost the abnormal hair and exaggerated claws. His face canine left that aspect to move to a more human.

When he returned to normal, the first thing he saw was the ceiling, her head tilted back, feet and back of the witch who had given so much support. Smiled ecstatically, as suddenly as fast as his mind could run for that state of joy, is evoked in front of their eyes the image of Tonks showing the results of their research for more than 3 years after the Dark Lord was defeated. Had finally achieved a way to stop once and for all its transformations. Could finally share a night of full moon with it, no more fears, no insecurities, no dangers or troubles. Its ugly opposite half and never again to interfere.

The method was quite risky, and he strongly opposed. However, it was Nymphadora Tonks who was dealing with, so that he could not persuade her to not continue during this full moon night, after subtracting its preventive potion "to apply the antidote. Should be in both their state of beast stood, not before, not after. And he knew how, when or how he Tonks order to become so insanely risky, he began to feel the liquid go magnanimous your veins and stop their state of unconsciousness. He was free! He was free at last!

Deep in her joy turned to see his beloved friend and confident and ready to celebrate with her on the day of the emancipation of his sentence, resulting in an amazingly short time before the trust was not to tell everything I had inside. That which for so long concealed so as not to involve them more than necessary with him to be impermissible, and thus avoid risking his life, but to him it was a must engage it. Relax your face looking in the eyes of the witch, trying to get the seriousness on his face flushed.

A scourge of horror shook him completely, and flush and joy contained disappeared from the face of the man of torn clothing. Before him, the blood of Tonks was spreading vigorously by the rocky soil of the werewolf hiding, and feeling the grief and panic seized him, took her in his arms, feeling his body bruised by what appeared to be clawing of a large animal. She was smiling, quiet, while Remus looked headed for a warm and happy that he had never seen, in spite of feeling caressed his face bloody tears of the young teacher. He drew her to his breast hard, painful sobs, feeling her friend's life is quickly fading irrevocable.

- How, Nymphadora? How could you be so foolish ...? He asked with a whisper, his eyes silently bathed the head of the witch in tears.

"I told you I would not say so, Remus. My name is Tonks. "I chided stroking her head weakly, with a big smile.

was quiet. Could see the moonlight rested safely on the body of Remus Lupin, and he knew he could leave without remorse: his beloved friend had finally achieved freedom.

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Yay! Finally I wrote a 100% drama, and I think for the first time I have not been so bad. And I notice that I have only read Harry Potter until the middle of the 5th book, so if there is any inconsistency with the story, you know why. And I'm glad you could post this filth, pq I was about to lose the blessed cause of the fucking file to pendrive ¬ ¬ *

Au revoir! * Ange

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Staging Staging # 3 In the Storm

Here's another semi-drabble .... Rurouni Kenshin I am told that there are too many MA, but bueh, I already did and I do not delete XD. Today I read my old stories ... and I realize that, but one that another grammatical error, my writing has not changed at all. I have not improved one bit, even after 17 chapters Kamisama Kenshin, eight with Aishiteruze Killer, three Immoral Desire and four Incomparable (my very first story:: tears::). Sometimes I think the writing is not my thing, in fact, seeing that I posted earlier seems backwards instead of forward ... But bueh, what are you going to do XD It's a hobby any more, anyway. Not that my fate depends on how good writer I am, no? XD.

"Rurouni Kenshin" is not mine at all, nor any of its characters. This paper is for entertainment. Misao

turned his eyes heavenward for a moment after hearing thunder. It looked black and threatening even though they were only five in the afternoon, the leaden clouds invaded it with cruel indifference. "Soon it will rain," said Okina carefree, filling the young ninja of deep consternation. He sure is still there, as every evening, and did not want to catch cold if he decided to return.

- Are you going out, Misao-chan? "Asked the old man with no response, watching the girl out at high speed in the house with an umbrella in hand.

- That Shinomori weasel never leaves alone!

"Shut up, Yahiko, you can hear. -Kaoru rebuked his pupil.

drops began to fall harder and abundance as Misao walked right by which it increased its speed. He pondered long afternoons at the temple and returned to Aoiya the evening, but he did not know how that would last the clouds cry but would expect to stay there the rest of the day. The view from the front door to the courtyard of the shrine stopped his steps, and pushed his wet wood with the hip to gain entry. The door did not budge an inch, despite the many times he repeated the action, with increasing force. "Stupid door, he thought sly, leaving the umbrella at the side to help with the hands to open the locked entrance, as she thought he was. However, the door did not budge, and apparently would not, because to poke his eye he noticed the space between it and the wall was a large timber that kept them together.

looked at the sky in despair, cursing those black clouds that hampered its late, and the infamous piece of wood as a lock, preventing their mission and desire to help Aoshi-sama. Only then did he realize I was soaked, because after leaving the umbrella at a rain swept aside free your body, ignoring the tiny roof that covered the entrance to the temple. It would be pointless to stay, he thought, because it was safer that Aoshi-sama did not come out with a storm like this, I ought to go, yes sir.

And Misao sat with an open umbrella over her, supporting her back at the entrance of the temple and watching the water flow like a river of mud-soaked soil, just like her. "Well, I've never known for being sensible," he said as a justification, not noticing when she fell asleep between the cold of the night and the wind ice seeped their bones.

When he could finally open his eyes, his whole body felt like in the middle of a blazing fire. The head and eyelids ached like every part of him, while all around things went round and round as if he had drunk a large amount of alcohol. It was a nice feeling at all. Could not tell where I was except that he was under cover, but did recognize the man beside her, changed their wet clothes under a white blanket, scrupulously careful not to reveal anything about her female body that could be embarrassing display. His first impulse was to cover and resist, but she was so weak that he lost consciousness once again unable to verify if indeed this man was who she thought.

Night fell on the temple, further obscuring its corners under the unrelenting storm. Aoshi stood over the girl's head with a damp cloth, to lower his fever. He recalled the many times she did the same thing, every time it rained was waiting outside the temple or in the next room if it was cold, until he decided to quit. She wondered why she was doing if there were any opportunities that he had indeed gone out to walk with her in the rain because it always ended before he left or did not end until dawn, and she slept in that room.

had forgotten the reason why this particular day decided to close the door, the sky was beautiful in the morning and never thought it would rain. If it were not for the noise at the input and felt it was surprised not to hear the footsteps of Mass in the courtyard of the temple in the heavenly water would never have known that the girl was there, sleeping in the entrance to the sanctuary. The hours passed slowly and quietly, allowing the former Oniwabanshuu noticing details that had not previously given special attention. He seemed to rain on illuminate further conclusions.

paused to contemplate the firelight the girl who slept beside him. Her feminine features were not as rude and childish as before, now Misao was growing up and adolescence was raging in your body, to the point of no longer seen as a child, but as a woman. With a serious face unwavering, gently stroked her black hair, dissecting his face flushed with fever and mouth agape he breathed with difficulty.

The next morning, Misao woke up in the temple on a futon and covered with blankets. He wore a white gown, and your mind whirling memories vague last night, which saw Aoshi-sama caring for her, watching her arrest, stroking her hair, lightly touching her lips with her male ... Put his fingers to his mouth, almost certainly have felt the contact and the warmth of his superior, surprised and confused at the possibility it was true.

-Wear soon. We will go to the doctor Takani, taking advantage of that came with Himura and others. "I heard that Aoshi-sama through the door with the seriousness and coldness that I used to see him since she was a baby.

- S. .. yes! At one point, Aoshi-sama.

"Hehehe, what a fool ...", laughed to herself, smiling blushing, and without removing the fingers from his lips. "As if it could really happen."

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Too cloying? Yeah, I know ... Today I'm pink to death ... at least in terms of writing, as you will see after this semi-drabble. And until it has become the giant tag that is definitely on my list x_x I write more.

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Staging # 2 Arena

Hello again! Here I have another piece of entertainment ... this is not a drabble, or even a One Shot, is a prologue to a story that had thought long and never took place. I did not even invent a title, but I have thought ever to shape my future ... changing some things a little past the poop, but well ... RK is and sorry if a little stale, but like I said, I wrote thousands of years ^ ^ U.

"Rurouni Kenshin" is not mine, nor any of its characters. This writing is for fun.

-December 30, 1959 -
Himura Kenshin, a young physical education teacher and new teacher of kendo, fun watching the show. The tent kept the colors separate the outside world today, both were not the same and could not join. At least that was what he liked to think to get away for a few moments of the surface environment of the people, their colleagues frivolous, posters that even he frightened of "Hitokiri Battousai, WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE", and eternal anguish that the search of his twin brother brought him Shinta.

- Well, ladies and gentlemen, now when all you expected! The incredible spectacle of 60 '!

The host shouted with excitement as the audience waited with euphoria the presence of small, blue-eyed black hair, who was making his stellar presentation.

"Right now, the small Kaoru-chan made ... A jump from the ladder of 60 metroooos ... "Said the man, pointing to lean the ladder on the trapeze accurately located 30 feet away!

-Oooooooh! Exclaimed the public, while Kenshin was limited only to observe with a smile, he secretly hid concern.

- Aaah, but that's not all! Nooo! What's more, ladies and gentlemen, if our dear Kaoru sobreee fall should fail ... "The lights strongly illuminated a large cage covered by a blanket, which was removed while the host raised his voice. - This cage full of lions hambrientoooos!

The audience she cried with fervor. The small Kaoru did not remove the smile from his face, and walked calmly down the stairs total. However, not enough to go up 5 steps, when they arrived.

Some men like robes black robes, carrying collars with three crosses that had the engraving "Opus Dei" in the center, filled with firearms entered rioting all over the place. The public came panic on seeing the weapons of the men, so that four of the five men were devoted to immobilize the crowd, while the fifth took Kaoru hard, causing it to fall off the ladder. He put his gun to the head of the small, threatening cries that one false move the girl would die.

Kenshin entered into anger. Without knowing what he did or why he cared about the life of the girl, went to the man in secret, with the intent to take the weapon in one motion.

- Ryu, behind your back!

One of the men found the intention of the young professor, and warned his comrade seconds before Kenshin achieve its mission. The man, to the surprise of seeing him so close to him, pulled the trigger. There was a brief silence. The small body still fell, while the blood of his head was spread by the sand floor. Kenshin, in despair, took the clothes the murderer of the girl with the determination of what made them pay when he felt a bullet through his stomach. He fell on his knees on the floor, lost in the wonder of what was happening.

The man kicked in the face of Kenshin and after whispering "May God forgive us" launched withdrawal along with his group, which was unable to shock the crowd. They remained there, firing into the air to distract people while Kenshin stood up forcefully to address the girl, as the host and other participants of the function. Had the futile hope that even still alive.

felt the blood from the wound and escape him with her life, but had the strength to turn away people who took the body of the child. His heart beat strong, and placed his hands on her, cradling her in his lap ... It was then felt a blow to the chest and the impossibility breathing. He thought it was the effect of the wound, however he noticed how the blood, from one moment to another, had stopped flowing, and the wound was closed while the bullet, which had left his body inexplicably lost in the sand place. The small Kaoru sat opposite him on a dirt floor, then stand up.

His eyes were completely white, and the bloody hole caused by the bullet was intact. She walked to her attackers, stretching one arm with the fist, to the horror of these, and a tiny voice, exclaimed:

- "Canthier Inferis."

Kaoru As he opened his hand, the eyes of the five men began to rotate vertically. The veins in their faces began to swell, while covering his ears with his hands, crying, full of despair, between the fingers covering the sides of his head began to gush blood flow, scurrying for their clothes. It was not long before the men's heads ruptured, leaving a sea of blood that made a huge and thick mixed with sand.

Kaoru began to give off a faint, thin smoke through the hole in his head, which, after ejecting the bullet softness, was sealed and slowly healing. Again fell to the ground. This time breathing quietly, as dreaming pleasant dreams.

Meanwhile, Kenshin watched as his skin was becoming more pale than usual, his voice began to change, and her hair to darken until it becomes black. He looked for a mirror or a puddle of water, and saw with eyes of amber color now, in his reflection, how the image of Hitokiri Battousai, the famous murderer, had taken his body. His conscience began to fade slowly being replaced by another, while the murderer was the voice speaking gibberish to her head. The small group the public who had not reached escape, was stunned at the sight of the murderer and the death of men caused by Kaoru. Everyone was amazed, less circus actors. They looked totally calm the scene, while Kenshin was in his head whispering that Battousai repeated over and over again:

- "You can not escape ... it's time ...."

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Hehehe, unfinished, no? I would remember what I had in mind, but most likely is that to continue this story, would have to invent a new frame-_-. And now I'm demsiado consumed with the PSU and awaiting the next story, I hope to start at both ends of test dirt hell that consumes me ...

Au revoir!

* Ange *