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Holding back: Chapter 19Touko's POV
It had been a week since I found the boy. He hasn't spoken since the night I found him. He won't speak to me and he won't even look at somebody else.
Ghetsis tried to act normal around him but the little child would just run away. N was also unable to talk with the little child. And why was I calling him child? I should think about a name for him..
.. Who is disturbing me at this time? It's like 2 AM.. I sat straight up in my bed and looked at the little boy. Nothing seemed wrong and he was still sleeping.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and quietly stood up. I didn't want to wake Ghetsis up. I wasn't allowed to walk around the castle on my own and certainly not at night.
I walked on my toes to the door, slowly opened it and peeked around the corner. N's face was inches away from mine, my cheeks coloured bright red.
'What are you doing here N?'
'I want to show you something.'
'Can't we do this tomorrow?'
He grabbed my hand and wanted to take m
Reaching out: PrologueIt has been 2 years since the incident at N's castle. The thought of all what happened still haunts me in my nightmares. I don't know where he is, and to be honest I don't care. I couldn't be what he wanted and he couldn't give me what I wanted. After everything he never tried to find me. Not that that would have been easy, because my mother insisted to move. So we moved, to a small private village. No Bianca, no Cheren and also no Touya.
These 2 years has been liberating. Hah, it's funny that I use that word. So much meaning in such a little word. I kept training my dear Pokemon Sunshine, Rose and Winston. I never caught any more Pokemon. The thought about catching Pokemon just made me scared. What if Ghetsis came back, what if he locked them up again. I just couldn't take the risk. I would give my life for these three and I already had to fulfil that promise multiple times.
The sudden sound of my laptop woke me up from my thoughts. Bianca was still talking about next week. They were
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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