Poll: Should I cross the Naruto story 'A Cherished Hope' with Fruits Basket, or should I not? There will be a few possibilities, depending on the result. PS : This poll is closed when I said it's closed. No fixed deadline Vote Now!
Author has written 26 stories for Naruto, Gakuen Alice, Platinum Garden, Bleach, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Supernatural, Vampire Diaries, Merlin, and Persona Series.
I'm very surprised people are still reading my old stories. I had thought they would be obscured by now, buried deep in the archives under newer stories with better grammar. It got me wondering just how did they find my stories? Of course, I am very pleased people still want to read it. But I am a bit ashamed of the horrible, horrible structure and grammar...
Especially since now I'm not that much of an active writer, I don't even know how I'll be if I start writing again...
But, I guess there's still a certain kind of shameful pride that people are still reading them. Especially since I do realize just how horrible the grammar was..
Hi, I'm Sapphire09. To make it short, just see my profile, here it is:
Name : Sapphire09, can call me Sapphie.
Gender : I'm a female. No one will ever dare say otherwise.
Birthday : September 11th
Favorites : The one I like most in Anime and Manga (in order): Akatsuki no Yona (Kusanagi Mizuho), Tokyo Ghoul (Ishida Sui), Code Geass (CLAMP and Sunrise), Katekyou Hitman Reborn (Amano Akira)
Favorite Games : FFX-2, FFXII, P3, P4, The Sims 2, and some others
Fovorite Songs : ?? (Many)(But the songs that I used for my Songfics mostly my favorites)
Favorite Novel : Probably I'll just stick to fanfiction... I read them from time to time, when I have time... But the shortness of a fanfiction is possibly all the time I have.
Currently mad about Sherlock (BBC)and ... nothing else. Sherlock is currently my sole and current obsession.
I live in a small town in Indonesia, so sorry if my English isn't good enough for you. I have been trying to learn English more, at least.
Songlist (All in youtube.com) :
Broken - Seether feat. Amy Lee (Evanescence)
01. Namikaze Uzumaki Minami (REPOSTED, Rewritten under the title Scattered Fragments)
Pairing(s) : Maybe SasuNaru and ItaHina, or even maybe no pairing at all. Naruto and Hinata's relationship is only a close sister-like relationship. No more, no less.
02. Missing (COMPLETED) My very first Songfic
Pairing(s) : SasuNaru friendship
03. Spica (ON-GOING)
Pairing(s) : Haven't decided yet .. Maybe NaruHina, and ItaOC
Fandom: Gakuen Alice
05. Cemetery (COMPLETED)
Pairing(s) : MizukixKazura
Fandom: Platinum Garden
07. Scattered Fragments (ON-GOING)
Pairing(s) : SasuNaru, ItaHina, siblingly!NejiHina and perhaps other pairings...
Pairing(s) : NaruHina(maybe), SasuSaku(Still maybe), AkiMitsu, and other unsure pairings... Romance is not the main story here anyway...;
Fandom: NarutoXPersona 3
09. Conflicts (ON-GOING)
Pairing(s) : Probably none. I don't really think I'll put my focus to this story, anyway...
10. Distance (COMPLETED)
Pairing(s) : None
11. Two Sides of a Mirror (ON-GOING)
Pairing(s) : None yet.
Pairing(s) : None!
13. Silent Haze (ON-GOING)
Pairing(s) : Team7!Friendship
14. Yuki no Ashiato (COMPLETED)
Pairing(s) : ByakuHisa, Hint of ByakuRuki
15. Due Cieli (Two Skies) (ON-GOING)
Pairing(s) : None
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
1. Scattered Pieces (IN-PROGRESS)
Pairing(s) : SasuNaru, ItaHina
2. Cermin (IN-PROGRESS)
Pairing(s) : SasuxFemNaru (mungkin... bisa jadi juga cuma friendship. Maaf, saya tidak trlalu bisa membuat crita romance...)
3. Dua Sisi Cermin (IN-PROGRESS)
Pairing(s) : entahlah... belum dipikirin.
4. Words of Strength (COMPLETE)
Pairing(s) : NejiHina!Siblingly
Story: Scattered Fragments (Previously Namikaze Uzumaki Minami)
Illusion: Arrival of the Yukionna
Kamaitachi no Hikari
These were something that I copied from someone else's profile
Please read-true story (not me)
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
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.
Love vs. Sex
A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit
She ended up staying longer than
As she walked along under the tall elmtrees,
When she reached the alley, which was a
However, halfway down the alley she
She became uneasy and began to pray,
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness
When she reached the end of the alley,
The following day, she read in the
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to
She felt she could recognize the man, so
The police asked her if she would be
She agreed and immediately pointed out
When the man was told he had been
The officer thanked Diane for her bravery
She asked if they would ask the man one
Diane was curious as to why he had not
When the policeman asked him, he
Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
Repost this as Love vs. Sex if you truly
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what... and if you stand up for him he will
FAKE VS. REAL
FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.
FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Damn … we really messed up … but that sure was fun!”
FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it’s yours.
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.
FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.
REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what’s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!
FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.
REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it
98 of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this into your profile.
Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Tsuyu Mikazuki, WeaselChick, Revenant666, darkflame1516, AirGirl Phantom, Agent of the Divine One, pointless people of Pluto, itachikakashi, xXxLuna-of-the-ChosenxXx, .a.broken.heart.within. The Most OOC Writer Around, Mask of Mirage, EcoliandDahChihuahua, Mellie11, Tsukishiro, Sapphire09.
There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE, then it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.
98 of teenagers say "I Love You" and don't mean it. If you are one of the 2 that does, then copy and paste this in your profile.
If you have ever run into a door, copy this into your profile.
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If there are times when you wanna annoy people just for the heck of it, copy this into your profile.
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Just because we eat animals for food, doesn't mean we can cut them up for clothing! If you are against fur coats, clothing, boots, ECT, copy this onto your profile.
If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile.
If you are aware that so many people nowadays pretend to be someone they're not, copy this on your profile.
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If someone has ever said something to you that had nothing to do with your current conversation, copy and paste this into your profile.
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If you've ever wondered what you are like in another dimension, copy and paste this in your profile.
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If you can read this message, you are blessed because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:
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If you could read that put it in your profile! Do it I say! DO IT!
A university professor set an examination question in which he asked what is the difference between ignorance and apathy. The professor had to give an A to a student who answered: I don't know and I don't care.
He who hesitates is probably right.
Those of you who think you know everything are very annoying to those of us who do.
That which doesn't kill you... will probably try again.
Caution: Cape does not enable user to fly.
An inanimate object is only as stupid as its user...which would be me
This is not something to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown, with great force.
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
If at first you do succeed, try not to look astonished.
I'm not tense. I'm just terribly, terribly alert.
even an idot can seem wise if he doesn't talk.
line up in alphebetical order by highth, then get into groups of three and make a circle.
the early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Don't worry if you die I'll give you 100.
If you die I swear I'll kill you
You can't give up just because things aren't the way you want them to be.
My name is sarah
I am but 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 speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm sradishing to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I sradish 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 too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
child abuse, MAKE IT STOP
This one is from Sapphirepaw
Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great, huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though. deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest
When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could
please listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Please if you would,
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
Now you have 2 choices,
1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as
Its ok to cry, I cried, so can you
If you cried while you read this, copy this to your profile, and add your name to the list; Mysterious Miracle,
If you almost cryed while you read thiscopy this to your profile, and add your name to the list; Mysterious Miracle, Silverdiamond23, Peridot Tears, Sapphire09
The Day Peace Died
two thousand one
when acts of terror
made blood run
in planes and
in the Pentagon
and in Twin Towers
now both gone
many trembling fingers
dialed this date
then met their fate
How ironic that
this day of grief
that numbers meant
to bring relief
are now marked with tears
and funeral wreaths
The chaos on Flight 93
met by uncommon bravery
one hostage spoke
of votes they'd made
to fight their captors
they knew their plane
was set to wound
soon it'd be their tomb
they faced sharp blades
and flesh was slashed
then in the struggles
they crashed and died
as heros true
because each person
fought and won
that plane never
In New York City
Twin towers smashed
of those who went
to work that day
thousands of souls
were swept away
fire fighters came
answered the calls
they dashed up stairs
and into flames
and perished in
the towers falls
unselfishly they ran
they breathed their last
yet still they tried
when angels cried
Inside the Pentagon
an act of war
to kill and maim
or a rockets flame
a civilian plane
the death tolls rose
an awesome tide
their world's collapsed
nowhere to hide
bent on suicide
Facing sure death
no place to run
they dialed the numbers
with brave goodbyes
and American pride
'The Day Peace died.'
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