Bodacious-S

Raoul stalked across the stage, eying the set pieces critically. For whatever reason, when the chorus girls began to sing, the words just didn't echo around the opera house like they used to, and since the rest of the cast and crew were off getting drunk, it was Raoul's job to fix it, and he had no idea what he was doing. Christine had insisted that the Opera Ghost was an all around genius when it came to music and that he would gladly come out of his cave to help if only the two men would suck it up and get over their differences. Raoul called her crazy and threatened her not to bother the Phantom, but it was then that she remembered all of

Only those with grades far above average and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time at the elite private school Wammy's House. The Wammy Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys with too much time on their hands entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands; just think of it as Wammy's elegant playground for the super smart and beautiful. ~*(S)*~ "This place has four libraries," the boy uttered to himself. "You'd think one of them would be quiet." His book bag slung over his shoulder, the black haired boy closed the library door, muting the chatter on the other side to just a dull

Light Yagami I'd give anything to take it all back, start over, and get a second chance at being your friend; as many times as I've tried to prove the contrary, I should know better than anyone that you just can't spell "Light" without "L." Misa Amane Kira is supposed to be our savior, a god, if you will. When my mother was alive, she always used to tell me that God was kind and gentle and understanding, and that whenever I had a problem, God would always be there to listen and comfort me. I'm not stupid; I see how Light treats me like dirt and then tells me he loves me, as if that will make everything better. I can't help but recall the t

"What an unpleasant outing," L said with a sigh and childishly draped his towel over his head. Light would have laughed if he wasn't dripping in annoyance under his own towel. "Well, it's your own fault for going out in the storm like that," he grumbled. "What did you think was going to happen?" Light was busy rubbing his hair dry when something warm and fuzzy enveloped his foot. His eyes snapped open, and he found himself gazing down at L, who had on the most pitiful puppy dog face he'd ever seen. "Hey! What're you—?" "I thought I might help," L said innocently. He was crouched on the stairs, dabbing at Light's feet with his own towel

"LAWLIET!" This was the only warning he got before he had his arms full of three young boys. The blonde clung tightly to his shirt front and began sobbing into his shoulder. "Mello," L muttered in concern. "What's wrong?" "Roger said he couldn't eat chocolate anymore," Matt explained, rubbing Mello's back comfortingly. "It's not fair!" Mello wailed. "He said I had to be healthy to be a detective. Well, if being a detective means being unhappy, I think I'd rather be a… a normal person!" "Mello-kun doesn't mean that," Near said, worry creeping into his voice. "Like hell I don't!" Mello exploded. "Who does Roger think he is, trying to