Author has written 4 stories for Fruits Basket, Hikaru no Go, Naruto, and Code Geass.
Gender: Female (Duh!!)
Birthday: May 5th
About Me: Hello!! I'm Sarah!! Anyway... I have red hair, and brown and green eyes. I'm like 5'2", I'm short.
Interests: I am a yaoi FANATIC!! I am OBSESSED with anything to do with two guys kissing or anything like that.
My fave saying from a story:
It's so sweet!!
My other favorite things from stories:
"Ever tried to question one of the Uchiha?" Kiba asked blandly, raising an eyebrow. "You’d get more conversation out of a rock."
Life isn’t a fairytale, but I have a new beginning in my book, and I fully intend to make it count, leaving the past exactly where it is.
You have the IQ of a candy bracelet.
You gain friends, get to know them, and trust them. You let them into your lives; they get to know your family, your secrets, and you as a whole. Then one day you turn around and they are gone, it’s all like a bad magic trick.
How fragile is the heart for feeling as it does, for it is not the heart itself, but the heart's spirit within. Trust is a weakness, love is a sacrifice, betrayal is the shards of it all. When present is love, the eyes are blinded with the hope of happiness, not able to see deception slipping through. But what is true deception, true betrayal? If only a configuration of the heart.
Many questions asked, and so many more unanswered.
If you keep chasing after a flying bird, you’ll never catch the one on the ground right before you. Then, by the time you notice the other bird, it would have flown away already.
What the fudgepops?
I pulled my mask back down and started to move closer to him. He swiftly grabbed his spoon and pointed it at me. " Don't come any closer! " I couldn't help but smirk. " Or what? You'll kill me with a spoon? "
Actions might speak louder than words, but sometimes a single word can speak volumes if spoken by the right person, at the right time, in the right tone.
When you can’t sleep, nothing else in the world seems to matter. But sometimes your best ideas come to you on those sleepless nights
There are many kinds of power, and sometimes who holds the power is more complicated an issue than it seems. Even more complicated is the issue of whether that power is used for good or ill, and how to tell which is which.
Any two people using the same word will never mean it in exactly the same way. There are a number of factors involved in this: region, culture, personal experience, and plain old individuality. So how can we ever truly speak the same language?
The dream had been really weird. He had been in his house, waiting for enemy ANBU to try to surprise him. Asuma was going to help him so he hid in his closet and Gai tried to hide behind a chair and, surprisingly, he fit. When the enemy ANBU did get in and Kakashi cut down the first two and the third tried to stab him with a...pitchfork knife? The weapon had morphed on its trajectory to his face.
And when we fall through their window in the dead of the night, bleeding all over their stuff, we need someone who will yell at us for being an idiot, but will still treat our wounds and keep us from dying in the middle of their living room.
"Where were you aniki?! I woke up and you weren‘t there, plus Naruto said you were spending the day with Gaara." I threw my thumb in Gaara’s direction, (that sounds so weird) Itachi nodded slightly and pecked my lips.
As if on cue, Kurosaki Isshin came hurtling through the air, kicking the substitute shinigami right smack in the face. Hands on his hips, the older man let out a hearty laugh. "Oh, Ichigo, Ichigo, Ichigo! Where have all the lessons that I’ve taught you gone?! Forgotten them all already you lazy son of mine?"
"I am just concerned for Toshiro-kun’s wellbeing!"
"It’s okay, Ichigo! You don’t have to worry about a single thing! Daddy will teach you EVERYTHING you need to know about the birds and the bees! Or wait…would it be the bees and the bees…?" Isshin pondered, hand stroking his chin. A fist collided with his face.
Just because I smile doesn't mean that I'm happy... because it takes one smile to cover a million tears.
"Oh no, the world is gonna come to an end because Hitsugaya Toshiro is being forced to turn off his tingling spidey senses," snorted Ichigo sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"I rather like where my ‘mental capacity’ is already, but thanks for the heads up, Toshiro. I’ll make sure to keep it in mind so that the next time I get that strange, irrepressible urge to just poke you, I’ll move to pinch your cheeks instead. Four year old children enjoy getting their cheeks pinched, right?" replied the teen, giving him a cheeky smirk.
Ichigo couldn’t quite get past the suggestive position they were in (hey, he was a healthy, hormonal teenage guy, give him a break) and mistakenly uttered, "Are you coming on to me, Toshiro?"
"HOLY SHIT ON A STICK BATMAN!!" - Gaara from "Injury" fanfiction
Neji quickly hung up the phone. He honestly couldn’t see how Sasuke could hang out with someone as immature and idiotic as Naruto. He supposed opposites attract or something else involving some corny line hidden in a fortune cookie. Maybe Sasuke just hung out with him to make him appear intelligent…
Yep... that's just random but whatever.
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