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Ed Edd n' Eddy: Senior Year CH11Rating: T
Author's Notes: Hello again, everyone. It is me, Mr. Alaska. As you can see, it has been about four months or so since last updated everyone's favorite Edd/Marie story. And, for that, I am sorry. What can I say? A whole mess of things happened. Major writer's block, hectic work schedule.... Basically life happened. So again, I am sorry if I made any of you think I was going on another hell'a long hiatus again. My bad. But no worries, kiddies. I am back with the next installment of Ed, Edd n' Eddy: Senior Year. So I'll spare with the recap, and just dive right back into the story. Hope it will be worth the wait.
Also, this is going to be another short, but Edd/Marie-filled chapter. So please don't hate me.
Chapter 11: The First Day, Part 2
'Well... So far this day is turning out to be just as I predicted it would be,' Double D thought, letting out a long, tired sigh as he sat down at his and his friends' respected lunch table. It was now lunch, and
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A dark hair boy woke up into the night he rubbed his eyes, he scanned the he lay in wondering what woke him up, the street light outside let in an eerie orange lights at cased long shadows on anything is lid on, he sighed as he swung his legs off his bed, the teen looked over at his clock and frown at the time "Always the same." He said quietly to himself as pushed himself up and headed for the bath room.
He blinked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror his fire red hair is all over the place making him look like he had some wild crazy sex; he smirked to himself as he turned the shower on and climbed in walking himself up at the first few seconds of cold water.
After his shower he put on his lounge bottoms and a thin jumper to wear, he moved into the living/ kitchen rooms and made his self a drink of coffee and made his way to the dining table and turn on his laptop and sat doing his work, he slipped his glasses up his nose and wiggled his nose as he looked back at the es
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Remus gut was right, the moment he was in 10 feet from the pack he was the wolf tackled to the ground by a large pile of wolves, but he wasn’t killed like he thought he would have been no instead he was dragged off to the camp site, as he was pulled closer to one of the huts he caught Harry scent, his eyes widen when he saw his cub sat on Fenrir’s lap with a large round bump. Harry looked down to see Remus and smiled as he wiggled off Fenrir’s lap making the alpha wolf whimper at the lost of Harry sat on his lap, the teen looked back at him and smiled before looking back at Remus “Hey.” Harry said sitting in front of him
“What is going on here?” the dusty blonde wolf asked looking confused, Harry gave him a small smile
“What have you been told?” he asked
“That you were kidnapped and your uncle was sliced up his front. I didn’t know you were pregnant?” He said, Harry took his hand and placed it over his bump, Fenrir
Forty-eight hours. Two days. Two-thousand and eight-hundred and eighty minutes. One-hundred and seventy-two thousand and eight-hundred seconds. Soubi could do the math. He knew the numbers. He had a high IQ, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not find the person that he cared about the most.
It wasn't like he couldn't figure out who took Ritsuka. It was quite obvious, actually. Nobody else had a reason to take Ritsuka. Sure he and Soubi battled other Fighter units, but none of them had any sort of grudge with Ritsuka. Most of their grudges were with Soubi, not Ritsuka. Aoyagi Misaki, Ritsuka's mother, beat him, but she still wouldn't have taken him. She was just too stupid for that. His father wouldn't have done it, either. He was just a drunken bastard. He didn't have any reason to take Ritsuka.
Seimei, on the other hand, did. Aoyagi Seimei, Ritsuka's own older brother, cared about two things: Ritsuka and his own research. He had an obsessi
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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