Author has written 6 stories for Fushigi Yuugi, and Inuyasha.  Hey I'm not good at storys but i love to draw and watch Inuyasha even when my mom says no i know i'm bad oh and i love to kick boys ass um like beat them up to a bloody pulp. Oh and i'm also called the Devil and the Daughter of Satan thats to tell ya how evil i am even if i never met ya i could tract u down and make ur life hell on earth.
Amicain vision of me.
NAME: Asha Aiko Taishio (Might change name)
AGE: 18
BORN: none your biz y would u care u just might stock (sp?) me & i need no more stockers(sp?)
PERSONALITY: CAN be kind, sweet, careing, most of the time Mean angry other words IF I'M PISSED DON'T MESS WITH ME OR GO TO HELL
LOOKS: long black hair brown eyes
PARINGS: InuxKags, MirxSon, SessxRin
THIS GIRL IS A TOM BOY DON'T MESS WITH ME DON'T DO PINK, GIRL STUFF SO IF I'M PISSED AND YOUUR FULT SEE YOU IN THE HOSIPLTAL
oh and i can't spell
Anime vision of me.
NAME: Asha Aiko Taishio
AGE: 18
BORN: Japan
PERSONALITY: same thing as above
LOOKS: long jet black hair brown eyes nice body and skiny.
WEPON: bow and arrows and sword
RACE: Inu Hanyou half dog demon half Miko
Hi people my fav parings (sp?) are
InuyashaxKagome (no duh dumass)
MirokuxSango (of course dipshit)
KogaxAyame (can't u c the love...)
Sesshomaruxolder Rin (ya ppl sess is not a molester like some ppl i know -cough, Miroku cough- Miroku- hey i resent that- me-whatever-
Kiky-ho and HELL MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
i only read Inuyasha and Kagome storys so if you want me to read your storys and there not inuyasha and kagome then i don't read them sorry though I ONLY RAD THE PARINGS RUMIKO TAKAHASHI MAKES WHICH IS INUASHA AND KAGOME. i might not put this in my storys but
I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA RUMIKO TAKAHASHI DOES IF I DID KIKYO WOUD BE IN HELL AND KAGOME WOULD BE INUYASHA'S MATE ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kikyo-y r u soo mean to me.
Me- i hate u caz u hate Inuyasha.
Kikyo- y would hate my Inu-baby, the sex was great.
-inuyasha walks in-
Me- O.o
Inuyasha- what sex Bitch. y would i let a slut like u touch me
Kikyo- because u said u love me.
INuyasha- never did never will besides i bet Kagomes better at sex then u r. -smirks-
Me- please no more sex talk and 1 more out of u kikyo u'll wish u never been born.
Kikyo- gulps looks pale
Inuyasha- kill her already. -grins-
Me- glars
Inuyasha- gulps
Me- grins thats all i have 4 now anyway.
-THE SAYINGS BELOW I GOT FROM KazunaPikachu I DO NOT OWN THE SAYINGS WILL BE USED IN SOME STORIES I DO NOT OWN SAYINGS BELOW.-
You know that everyine is going to hurt you, you just need to decide who is worth the pain
The most painful thing about being lied to is knowing that you aren't worth the truth
A friend is good, a boy/girl friend may be better but having a true friend is the best
Anger is like a balloon, keep it in for to long and it will burst and it will leave you to clean up the mess
They say love makes you blind, so isn't it better to hate for you can see?
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will shatter my soul
Life isn't about how many breathes you take, it's about the moments that take your breath away
Beware of the angels with their wings glued on
Boy friends stab you in the heart, best friends stab you in the back but true friends don't carry knives
Don't say the sky's the limit when people have set foot on the moon
Don't let them take you higher with their words because the higher you are the harder you fall... and trust me, you do fall
It may be bad to be an ugly girl but being pretty isn't better since everyone harbours a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room
You may think that sunshines is the only way to make you happy, but try dancing in the rain
Everyine says love is magic... but isn't magic just an illusion?
The only person meant for you is the person who thinks they don't
When your friends have a fight conclude it
Dying is never what it seems
Luck favours the PREPARED mind
They say not to judge a book by it's cover... But isn't the cover what you see first?
Losing may be sad, Winning may be happy, but knowing you did your best is the best feeling you'll ever have
I DO NOT OWN I GOT THIS FROM A STORY I READ AND I REALLY LIKED IT SOO THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW Roonz WHITCH IT BELONGS TO ITS FROM ONE OF HER STORYS CALLED THE PERFECT PLAN READ IT PLEASE REMEMEBER I DO NOT OWN IT Roonz DOES PLEASE READ
“Reflections in a mirror only copy what they see.” She began, and pursed her lips together before continuing, “Imagine what it’s like for them to watch us dictate their every move. No sign of escape, nothing beyond the corners of the binding glass. One wrong move and we begin to wonder why. Can they capture us one day too?”
Here, she stood up and in front of her mirror tracing it with her finger, “Maybe far across everything we see is something never meant to be shown. Wonders never cease to our overpowering eyes. Senses no doubt, play important roles in lives that strive to access anymore information. Everything merely a stepping stone in our real reality, falsehood can’t be stopped if we continue to search for the truth.”
“They can’t be hiding too far, if we’ve already uncovered mysteries that continued to haunt those before us. When will this path end? Where is the line that draws us towards the stop signs that persist us in this madness? We can’t perfect what we see today; merely tamper with what we blindly see. Never questioning the lines between, possibly because we can’t see.”
“No one can hear silence from the deafening sounds of heartbeats that refuse to beat. So why do we attempt to feel the hearts deepest emotion?” She asked, and he almost reached in to answer, but quickly stopped himself as she began to question different matters further.
“Do we allow others to give birth to the feelings deep within us? Are we too weak to hold up our shields? What would be the right answer if such a thing was asked?”
“Trivial, seemingly a word that would spark confusion,” Oh she sparked confusing alright, “nothing could make sense if we were all trivial. However, who’s to say that we aren’t all trivial, consuming everything around us would be insane if we did not all do it. Common trends bind us in this normal world. A daring soul reaching out to be different would be pushed off their rope into humiliation and embarrassment.”
“Although, we would look at them as heroes; in the distance. For if nothing was seen beyond the ropes of life, who would dare uncover everything we know of today? Why were we born to love, if hate is our middle name?”
“If we were born to fight, why can we not agree to battle endlessly? Or if peace was our cause, why do we continue to shed blood before innocent bystanders? Pointing fingers before pacifists, can they be the ones that strive to achieve the utopia we dream of? We can love, and hate...but is it possible to hate to love?”
“Along with this comes loving to hate. Why can’t our world close with a bittersweet end. Possibly reciting endless lectures of what we were born here to do. Make another’s life bearable, or perhaps to wreak the havoc we seem to be causing. How can we be positive if there is no sign from our creator?”
“The supreme-being that gave us life: the meaning to which we survive. Everything born can’t help but be that way. Can’t feel the imperfections others lavish our attention with. Train of thought can be lost if broken at the core; we can’t force ourselves to be something we weren’t supposed to.”
“Can we question who was to be born with such talents another turns green with envy to possess? Bitter emotions could be the result of such actions, but who can be blamed for this? What of that? We certainly did not ask to hold such power above others to appear normal.”
“No doubt can rest in one’s mind that everyone has a specific talent, no matter how great or small. If tides that sew our lives together were broken at the seam, what would be left of the ocean we all live in today? Currents would flow no matter who was swimming against its cool waters. If the sun didn’t shine upon everyone’s unique face, who would notice? We can’t all live happy, but no one would see our frowns if we were alone.”
“When our minds compose artificial facts that seem to be false, would we be sure that someone could make us feel better about being wrong? Everyone makes mistakes, no matter how big or small. Nothing we do can change that. Preventing it only causes a rift in our world, or does it? Everything was written to happen the way it does, if we were meant to change our minds to change our minds, so be it.”
“Who would stop us? Who COULD stop us? If someone could hold such meaning in our lives, would that be written in our fate to carry out by our lives? So plays the question, do the ends justify the means?”
Inuyasha looked at her confused.
“To one confused looks could arise at a certain comment.”
He blushed lightly.
“Much like the saying, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
“Is it possible to hold such endless beauty in each colourful orb? For every human born once, two beauties fold deep within their vision. Couldn’t capture something as right, but we’ve learned how. Memories can’t be erased of moments that build our entire existence. Or those that maintain who we are. Can it be built upon, why not? As we live and die, those memories can be locked away in another’s, which leads to someone else. We are all linked as one because of this earth we live on.”
“Can we question why? Or look further into the past, who can remember what was there before? Dare to say everyone, or maybe no one can really remember. If attention was craved, someone would remember. They would force it out and it could be manifested onto another’s ever expanding mind.”
“Endless drivel could be the result of a silenced heart, or of a free heart, never afraid to dream. If we continue to do wrong, will a right shine through it all? Could we ever be sure? There’s only one path we could ever take. If we go back and take another, it would be altered because of our choice. Who is blind enough to see that?”
“Or are your eyes open like mine? Who could agree with such accusations of an unknown author?”
‘No wait! I take that back, my eyes are open like yours.’ He thought that, ‘Wait no! Your eyes are closed, you’re blind too’ He thanked god that he hadn’t said that out loud, because he knew she would have hurt him for that one. ‘I mean blind as in love.’ He amended in his head, quickly.
‘“We would not ask for forgiveness if we did not care whether we received it or not. Why would we?”
“The few stoics that remain, indifferent to pleasure or pain can’t stride in the world of the living.”
“They appear to be shells, ghosts haunting the shells of other human forms. We believe someone is greater than another, but what leads us to believe that? Another’s opinion? Who’s to say?”
“Evidently those who are questioned are the ones that can maintain stability with friends that would dare to ask. Subtle words could be used in the deadliest actions; situations that present themselves harmless could explode into acts of resentment."
“Sighs, I wager would be the most silent sound, heard by those that force themselves to care, genuine feelings always know exactly why people would force such air to rise our of their bodies. Such reasons vary in a wide range, frustration could be the cause, depression, longing for someone to notice and ease the pain.”
“However, if loneliness was all we knew to be true, would we begin to sigh at the beginning? Knowing no one would ask questions, or hand us lovely words. Conclusions are meaningless, who cares for them? Perfectionists that need to think outside the box, or whatever shape it is they live by.”
“Ending things could bring peace of mind, but I don’t need to give everyone something I may not own myself. We’ll end here in result to tiring minds that feel empty when even all the information being held in it is forcefully used. But, forever questioning why?”
-I GOT THIS ONE OFF OF SOMEONE ON YOUTUBE AND I TOTALY AGREE WITH IT ON AND I DO NOT OWN-
I love walking in the rain no one knows i'm crying.
- IT'S TRUE I HATE CRYING THATS HOW I AM THATS WHY I LOVE THE RAIN CAZ WHEN U CRY NO ONE NOWS-
-BELOW ARE RANDOM QUOTES OR SAYINGS I DO NOT OWN MABE SOME BUT NOT ALL-
"Why should I go with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past. One of you succeeded." - Jack Sparrow
"Nobody move! I dropped my brain." - Jack Sparrow
"I saw her eyes, man. I saw myself burning up in her eyes. It was scary." a quote from the funniest and best fanfict so far called A month of hell it's an Inuyasha fic read it's from charlie911 read.
"I will tell you now, Inuyasha Takahashi. You better cut off the contract of this contest right now or for these last 31 days, you will see what they call hell on earth." Same as above
(AUTHOR NOTE)- HI PEOPLE SORRY I HAVE NOT BEEN UPDATEING IT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT SURE U PPL LIKE MY STORYS I HAVE A NEW STORY CALLED YOU NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH U LOVE SOMEONE TELL THERE GONE BUT I DID NOT POST BECAUSE I'M AFRAID U GUYS HATE MY STORYS SOOOO IF U PEOPLE WANT ME TO UPATE AND ADD THE STORY JUST TELL ME THANKS U FOR READING THIS -JA-NE
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pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the
olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling
was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!
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If you think furbies are evil mind controlling igits waiting to take over the world paste this in your profile.
A friend trys to help you when you get hurt, a true friends sits there laughing their ass off saying, 'Dude, you're an idiot!'
I want child abuse to stop, and if you do, too, copy and paste this onto your profile.
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If YuO ArE AmAzInG LiKe Me, CoPy AnD Put ThIs On YoUr'E pRoFiLe
Hi, my name is Kazu.
I like Writing and I like Athletics.
I am running down the road
I suddenly tripped over.
I come home with a scatch on my knee.
My mummy begins to worry.
I tell her I am fine.
She sighs and says ok.
I am at school.
When suddenly I fall and hit a tree.
I am sent to the sickbay.
Then I am sent home.
Mummy takes me to the doctors.
The doctors tell mummy something.
Mummy starts to cry.
I tell her it's ok.
I'm not going to die.
She tells me I am starting.
Starting to be slower.
I don't know what it means.
But I have become sick.
I tell mummy it's ok.
I will become better.
Mummy starts to cry.
Do I have cancer?
Mummy says no.
Then what do I suppose.
As a year had past.
I struggle to walk.
My speech is getting slower.
It's hard for me to talk.
My friends like to help me.
My classmates like to run.
But I have to sit down.
And watch them have fun.
Then one day my teacher.
Comes to see mummy.
Daddy comes out.
And starts to get all snotty.
The teacher tells my parents.
I can no longer go to school.
My motion is too slow.
I ask the teacher slowly.
I am sorry I am useless.
I start to cry and beg her.
I want to go to school.
The teacher gives a smile.
And tells me she is sorry.
The school cant really help me.
The words were so cruel.
The day I had to leave.
My friends and classmates cried.
The boys upon the windows.
Wave to me goodbye.
I smile and sit in the car.
I am taken to a school.
A school with special people.
Just like me and you.
I start to have some fun.
I made a lot of friends.
As many years passed again.
I talk too slow to understand.
I cannot run anymore.
And I struggle to even stand.
I cannot write in my diary.
My motion is too slow.
Then one day I am sent.
To the hospital again.
Now many years have passed.
I lie in a warm bed.
I cannot move my body.
I cannot move again.
I talk very slowly.
I cannot move my head.
My mummy sits there crying.
My daddy looks depressed.
I ask my mummy sadly.
Am I going to die.
My mother holds my hand.
Yells and starts to cry.
A few more years later.
I have to shut my eyes.
I cannot talk or move.
I seem to have died.
Copy and Paste this story about Kazu who was diagnosed with a rare uncurable disease, Spinocerebellar Degeneration, in your profile. This disease causes a failure of muscle control in their arms and legs, resulting in a lack of balance and coordination or a disturbance of gait. Support and send the message worldwide.
Month one
Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cryed post this in your profile
In honour of those who died in the tragic shooting that took over 30 people’s lives in Virginia, U.S. on Monday, April 16, 2007. In honour of all those whose lives have been touched by guns and violence.
Spread the word, no more guns, no more heartbreak, no more tears. I wrote this for you, please, spread the word.
Peace.
A POEM I FOUND ON CHILD ABUSE! PLZ PASS IT ON!
My name is Tiffany
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can’t do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
He’s already locked it
And i start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"I’m sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is tiffany
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help
Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this
and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are effected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
On with it!
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