Author has written 4 stories for Naruto, Bleach, and Yu Yu Hakusho.
You come across a forboding sight indeed. What was once a grand library is fallen into disrepair, signs of lightheartedness and childish innocence still visible, yet seemingly abandoned. Haunting remainders of what once was. Bookshelves have cracked and collapsed, their once precious loads scattered around, fallen haphazardly in piles. Dull light streams in, as you look up you notice that half the ceiling is gone, collapsed in places. Ivy can be seen dangling tendrils down and across the holes. The same greenery is trailing along the floors and walls, entirely unimpeded and everything is coated with a thick layer of dust. Even though the dust muffles your steps, each footfall echoes forlornly in the silence. This place, which was once loved, seems to have been abandoned for a long, long time. For some reason, you hear rock shifting against itself. There it is again! You look around, only for a bit of motion in the middle of the room to catch your eye. A large pile of rocks, half hidden by collasped bookcases, is the source of the noise. More shifting, a rock slides off the pile, revealing a grubby, dusty hand. You hear a sneeze as some of the dust settles. More rock shifts, a head, shoulders and torso following the hand. I have a small sneezing fit from the dust, before looking at you and grimacing slightly. "A little help? I think I'm ready to get back to writing..."