Commission: To Save a LifeTo Save a Life
By: Selene Jeager
Author Note: This was written for a commissioner for five dollars and based completely on her desires for a story. This is based in an AU (alternate universe) where both Minako and Makoto are attending medical school. If you are interested feel free to ask.
Was the Commissioner Pleased: The Sailor Moon fanfiction commission that i ordered was well written, very interesting and exciting to read. The characters where well thought and written to suit the another universe. The facts about the subject of the story where realistic and correct. Humor was placed on a key locations giving the story some brightness even if the story subject was dark.
With the weekend finally making its rounds again Usagi took it fully upon herself to relax. All of her rigorous studies for her college were draining her dry. It was at times like these when she had to ask herself how she had actually made it through High School but the answer always came quickl
Your Body Pieces x Office FridgeWhat was visible of the Desperado Captain’s face was twisted into a scowl. Monsoon did his own fair share of pranks, but upon hiring Minuano came the fact that the Brazilian Samurai did as well.
He knew that Sam were on the premises, but he had paid no attention to him when he entered the employee lounge. It weren’t until that foreboding ‘click’ he heard behind him that the small artificial heart in his upper most section felt as though it had dropped.
Even the Cambodian had to half-scream when his head hit the floor—visor snapping shut as a defense mechanism. Even if Sam had not found that spare polarity device of the Secretary’s design, his head striking the ground would have caused his body to shatter regardless. Anything that jarred the Lorentz force generator in his visor would cause enough of a pause in the mechanism to scatter him no matter how hard he tried to stop it.
His head had lulled across the floor and all he saw, after t
The Chocolates Gently Down on the Terrain(Secretary Mun: This as a erm...prompt is a bit hard to write about but I'll try something...)
Captain Monsoon had never liked this holiday--ever. It was nothing more than one of America's terrible attempts to belittle something as treasured as the concept of love to him--something he'd never known.
Something he'd never wanted to know.
Love, to the misanthrope, wasn't impossible for someone like him but it was assigned as something extremely dangerous. In the occupation of an assassin, it was equivalent to giving your enemy a loaded gun.
Monsoon had killed many, many people in years past--men, women, and children alike and without remorse. Even with that said, he was no fool. He knew these people had families--that they had lived their own lives that he had prematurely ended. It may have been nature running its course, however, but that meant little to any victims grieving family.
This was something he'd learned a long time ago.
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