Like a thin sheet of wood beneath a gavel, he broke. He splintered into ragged fragments and collapsed: out of him poured the instrumented misery and pain he had been housing for months.

Love had never been a foreign, benign, or untouchable concept to N; and therefore, the idea that his love for Black would cause him to hate Pokémon was unreachable.

He was used to the pain, or at the very least he thought you could have grown used to it – as the Monster of Ikebukuro, he figured he would have to; but the pain Izaya spit onto him was somehow different, worse in so many inexplicable ways.

He heaved a sigh: beneath the jittery discomfort at laying himself back in the grass with his legs spread like welcoming arms and his pelvis raised to his gently swaying Serperior, was the pride in what he was doing for the man he loved.

George wasn't sure he'd EVER forget Fred. Better inside, I promise.

Ciel had been told to stay away from people like Sebastian. But as Sebastian's fingers stroked gently at the hairless skin of his thigh and sent shivers clawing violently up his spine, he didn't… he didn't want to leave. SebaCiel, Mature for pedophilia.

Marik's a prostitute with a horrid past. Akefia's a member of an elitist gang that's against anything homosexual. What happens when hey fall in love - and Marik realizes someone can love him more than what they'll pay for him? M for sex & violence 3

Malik Ishtar was the kind of kid that carried a knife at all times. Bakura Touzoku was obsessed with blood.

Ryou Bakura has a curse. A curse that lets him see the length in people's lifespans, in glowing, constantly ticking, orange letters above their heads. A curse Marik Ishtar must help him through.