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Two pairs of knees hit the ground as Sakura and Ikuto fell, clutching their heads. The pinkette whimpered and kicked her feet at the ground, backing away from the teen as quickly as she could. It felt like the pain lessened the further she got from him. “Sakura?” breathed Ikuto when the pain stopped, seeing her sat a solid ten feet away. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “You felt that, too?” she asked, hand going to her chest in an attempt to rub away the pain. “Yeah,” he nodded. Yoru floated towards him, worry on his face. “I’m okay now, Yoru.” “Saku-chan,” Nanami

Roger woke with a start on the couch; he ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t gone to bed that night. He’d sat waiting. To be honest with himself he didn’t know why… Just because she hadn’t come back didn’t come back last night, it didn’t mean there was a problem. It didn’t mean that she’d… He shuddered violently. Mark stumbled out of his room. He yawned and put his glasses on. “Morning Rog…” Roger waved a hand at him to deep in his own thoughts. Mark shrugged and headed to the kitchen A couple more minutes passed, Mark later emerged with two mugs in his hand. He

  Outdated He never really considered it until now He never really thought about it until he was actually pack He never really realized it until he was with Stiles But in comparison to the rest of the McCall pack, well.... Derek was old Werewolves had a naturally longer- much longer- lifespan than humans He had always been raised to be very well aware of that So he never thought 24 was really all that old at all He always knew he was older than the others He always was aware that in any and every situation he was the adult Even when everyone started hitting their 18th birthday he still felt like the more adulty adult Even when he

Gaara's head hurt, the pounding not ceasing as he blearily opened his eyes. A steady 'beep' sounded to his left and to his right was the tell-tale scratching sound of someone writing. Surely Sakura would know better than to sit at his bedside writing loudly; she knew it would wake him up. She...She knew him, the other redhead. She had recognised him in the restaurant...she had been taken by him...she was gone. "Sakura!" yelled Gaara, sitting up suddenly and grasping his throbbing skull in his hands when the sudden movement made him feel as though someone had smashed his cranium with a sledgehammer. "S-Sabaku-sama!" yelped the girl at his be