"Sometimes, very rarely, but sometimes that red hue carries on into the night. Because the day has died its blood splashes across the moon's once pale face.
This is my absolutely favorite image. It's so good! Anyway, you know what I think about it o I labu-labu the angst. Especially Hisoka angst... _*drools*

Sad... but I think angsty suits Hisoka the best. I feel sorry for he killed the girl, and for the girl he killed.

OMG! This was so very GOOD! o I love this fic very much, I love the way you wrote Hisoka kun's feelings, very touching! And I love the last line, it's really wonderful!

Pleaaaseee, write moreeee*

Brrrrrrrrrrrr... cold, scary fic; very well written. Poor Hsoka- you can feel his shock and horror in every sentance. Good piece of work.

Whaaaaa! That was so sad! ;.;

SSOOOOOOOO SSAAADDDDD,poor hisoka-kun,*sob,sob
i REALLYYYYY like this,it's deep and angsty,

just the way to describe hisoka state

of mind,*sssiiighhhh*..in life he suffer the

pain and lost of innocent,in death he

suffer the burdens of a curse thats been

carve deep within his soul,..isn't there

any peace for him?..some might think

that death is a release from the burdens

of life,but i think to him death is not

the end or the release that he crave,

it's more of the begining of the end and

a step trough an eternity full of blood..