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(KH) Fake - Contest Entry"Honey! I'm home!"(KH) Fake - Contest Entry by HawkRider
The silver haired man in the shop didn't respond, simply rolling his eyes. The first man closed the door, locking it behind him. He headed for the back room, quickly pulling off his coat and hanging it on a hook in the small kitchen, filling the kettle and switching it on. He signed in, then headed back to the front of the shop.
"You're an idiot Sora."
"That was a little late," Sora commented idly, automatically beginning to check one of the shelves for any gaps that might fit another book. "You're losing your touch Riku."
"Get the float, will you?" Riku walked behind the counter, opening the software for the till. He unplugged the memory stick that had saved the sale data overnight as it slowly opened up.
"All right." Sora pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling to his contacts. He walked into Riku's office, looking at the safe. "Last four digits..." He muttered, pressing the appropriate keys. A green light blinked on, and the brunette pulled on the handle. The
Traverse Town is Empty: The AftermathAnd a very late Merry Christmas. Yeah, this is overdue. I know. But it is here, at least. I really need to improve my skills with updating. Maybe pre-write some things before publishing...Traverse Town is Empty: The Aftermath by HawkRider
I’m rambling. Anyway, disclaimer is as with the last chapter (characters owned by whomever). Here comes the aftermath.
Note: I wrote this over about half a year, so it may be a little disjointed. Sorry.
It was Nexdrak who was the first to notice something wrong. She had returned from her mission, fully expecting to find Haxisal in the Grey Area, filling in her mission report from her very short simple mission.
Instead, she found Saix, his face stony, grim even. She completed her report and was handing it to him when The Lunar Diviner finally spoke.
“Remain in here while the remaining members return.” He said, his voice level. Nexdrak shrugged and half jumped onto a sofa swinging her legs up over the arm rest to lie down as the other members slowly returned.
Welcome to my tiny, very sparse little corner of deviantART. If this is your first visit, then I welcome you, and I hope you find something that you like. I will also nudge you over to my other, slightly bigger corner of the internet on Fanfiction.net, where most of my fics are uploaded.|
My style generally revolves around emotions, and a fair few of my ideas stem not far from sadness and depression. Hey, the last two OCs I made both nearly died, and one was later sacrificed by his adoptive parents. The other went on to become a host... Anyway, if you look through my gallery, you'll see that I am more author than artist, and although that watercolour may look nice, my grandmother helped me a lot with it. Still, I do sometimes upload pictures. You will also notice the lack of content in my gallery, which will also soon change as I intend to publish new stories here as well as on FF from now on. That will probably take a little bit of a while though, due to the motivational problems I am having (and my forgetting I can actually post things on dA)
Anyway, what you should know about me. I am a guy who is fond of Yaoi, but appreciates any kind of love, both romantic and platonic. I enjoy leaving my opinion on a story, and so always review. I watch the artists I like, both for their personality and for their art. I do not mind reading/seeing violence or moderate gore, but I am against seeing full-body nudity of any description or heavy gore. I admit to being a prudish scaredy cat, because that is exactly who I am.
Lastly, I do not care about receiving comments, favourites or watches. I will reply to any I can, but what I enjoy most is being able to finish the work, and be proud to post it.