There's a disease akin to the plague sweeping across the continent, killings hundreds of thousands if not millions. Sakura, freshly recruited by Akatsuki, is seen as their only hope, even if Madara Uchiha is painting himself into the picture and the gods of old themselves are rearing their ugly heads. But if Sakura can't save the world, at least she can save Itachi...right?

The punch line of the joke? Not only are they butt buddies they're also brothers! But shh, they don't know that...yet. *modern AU, mature content, also on AO3, reader discretion is advised*

Hinata and Itachi have loved each other over and over in each life they live. But why is their love destined to fall apart as soon as they realize it themselves? Itachi has the pain of remembering each love that fails. This time around he's determined to break the cycle. *rated for adult themes and violence*

Itachi is faced with the on true absolute in life: death. He fights it, cries against it, begs for another chance, but Death takes no prisoners. Lying beside Sasuke as he begins to fade away, Itachi wishes he could have done something else. Something different. Better. *really, REALLY angsty; read at your own risk*

Deidara and Sasori have to go grocery shopping for the Akatsuki! But it looks like they're gonna make meth, have sex, and traumatize little boys instead. Wow, that sounds so wrong. *implied KisamexItachi, major OOC, and mindless comedy; fairly confident in the rating -sweat drop-*

How can Sasori get such a bloody nose just from hearing this crap? And how can Itachi act so calm after that! These are the questions our precious Saso-chan can't answer for his life. *OOC, mindless comedy, implied DeidaraxItachi and one-sided SasorixDeidara; M for themes and language; tried and worn but not by my hand*

Itachi has rarely felt fear...rarely felt human because of this. The one to wake him from this peaceful lull is his partner, Orochimaru.

In a last ditch effort to save herself and her friends in the fight with Asura, Maka unleashes an amazing ability that sends them all reeling through time and space. Waking up to a world unlike any they've seen, the group finds Maka an amnesiac with no soul. How can Soul convince her that this isn't her home when she doesn't seem to fit in their old world anymore? *Pairs up to you.

I love and miss my best friend in the entire world so dearly. I asked her to write a poem for me about us, and she did. It was so sweet, that I had to do the same for her. This is for you, Jazzy-poo. Always you.

He hadn't seen her since that glorious garden. He ached to see her again, to feel hope and whole again. He craved her bright, shining eyes, and her flawless heart-shaped face. *Based off Poe's poem To Helen*

"Hell was where he belonged, after all. That, and in L's arms." Contains mentioned yaoi and shounen-ai, and adult themes.

Maka could not hear- Soul could do nothing but. "How can we be a team when we're inherent opposites, never meant to be together? How could you even entertain the idea?"

Light trips an ancient transfiguration spell that turns her in to a cat. And the nearest comrade to assist her is...Hope? Except he has no clue what he's getting in to when he finds the pink cat. Oh, Etro help her, because feline!Light is going to need all the help she can get to come out of this adventure alive- and hopefully human. *in-game/AT; requested by Darkflames and Fire*

Hope takes some time out of his day to examine Lightning's hands. Fluffy drabble. I have this thing with hands, so I decided to finally write something that was hand-centric. This is supposed to be sweet and heart-warming. *coughs in disagreement with self* Well, at least I hope it is.

"Hope surrounded by older girls, obviously attracted to him naturally because he's Hope, and Lightning coming in and grabbing him all like 'He's mine. Go away before you become acquainted with my gunblade.'" Dark Flame's words for this request, verbatim. With my own, perverted, horomone-rampid twist. *post-game/AU; requested by Darkflames and Fire*

Twenty-six lines of poetry, one letter per line, divided into two poems. Inspired by the "Christian Alphabet." Sweet little thing, I hope. *post-game; mild spoiler alert;

Alcohol can do many things. It can make men PMS, it can warm a frozen heart, and it can lead to a heated moment on the floor of an over-priced bakery. Oh, alcohol. The things you do for us. *AU; Older!Hoperai; requested by Khronology*

Hope discovers that it's easy to lose everything you live for, but hard to accept it when it's given back to you. On top of this, he is alone, and misses Lightning more than anyone. *Spoiler alert; post-game; disregard to canon ending and 13-2 as a whole.*

Hope looked to the East, his lips pursed and his mind elsewhere- on the ground, beside Light, singing her a lullaby... With his own pain smarting his eyes, he hummed his mother's tune under his breath with fierce determination to comfort his friend despite himself. *in-game; spoiler alert; dedicated to LovingTheSilence33196*

As they fall from the devistated airship, Hope and Lightning share a quick moment together, in a tragic parting. After all, an eternity asleep is an eternity apart. *in-game; spoiler alert*

The Gapra Whitewood leads to many things, including Hope's favor over rear instead of point, and feelings put out in the open. However, with full disclosure comes the possibility of rejection. And Light, may in fact, be the one rejected. *Lightning name spoiler; in-game*

He looked at the potted cyclamens at his feet. The abstract pink petals sat in the gentle breeze, and, with great tragedy, swayed with the wind like they were waving good-bye to the boy.*in-game; mild spoiler alert*

When Maka unearths a skeleton from Shinigami's closet, an unspeakable horror is found to be set upon the world- Apathy, something far worse than Insanity. What does any of this have to do with the mysterious books Maka is ordered to burn? Or the wicked man behind the curtain with skeletons of his own? Any -or all- of this could bring the world to its knees. ON HIATUS.