Stories by Youko-Kokuryuuha

I’ve lived here my whole life, with the green goop bubbling and gurgling in the streets and the smell of blood and soot clouding the air. Lived here, killed here. Died a little on the inside too. Guess that’s how it is when you’re a mako-dealing Turk. AU.

It started as a simple infiltration and observational mission, but unraveled as something much more. When the Tantei are sent to Hogwarts to monitor its affairs, a sinister plot elucidates that could very well jeopardize all three worlds... Post OotP

They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. As he falls through the Veil, the memories of a life badly lived pass Sirius by. A series of snippets.

He was supposed to be the hero. Luke, and how far from the path he strayed.

The week, the moments, in which Gretel lived, loved, and died. A string of interwoven drabbles.

See, the thing about Vincent is, he's like emo on a stick. Yuffentine.

And so he sat there, on the plutonian shore, turning the piteous screams of the dead over and over again in his head. The downfall of a king was never graceful. One-shot.

Some flowers in Calypso’s garden were more beautiful than the rest. Percalypso.

He is nine when he commits his first murder, and very, very afraid. Voldemort, his delusions, dark obsession, and a temptress with whom he isn't in love.

Because it is clean, pure, unsullied, and he is none of these things. Regulus drabble.

Andy dreams of purple skies. Bella thinks it's nonsense.

For a moment, if only for a moment, Narcissa wishes she could understand.

There's more to live for out there than traditions and bigotry, or fancy balls and fake smiles, more than blood purity and 'toujours pur.' A young Andromeda thinks.

To be, or not to be; was that The Question? Hah. How crude it was, to ask a Nobody such a thing. It wasn't like there was a choice in the matter. Perhaps, if there was... Saïx one-shot.

A short drabble on Luxord before his battle with Sora, because I felt he didn't get enough face time during KHII. Enjoy.

Azula was perfect. Azula was infallible. Azula was flawless. There was nothing that could be denied from her, nothing that she could not take... and yet, She had always managed to withhold one precious thing from her... One-shot.

He could not elude it. That unbearable guilt that would not wane. It weighed upon his heart, and he knew as it did that he would never be at peace. He would leave then. Leave to escape that aching throe. Post KHII.