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Pokemon - Leaf's Journey "Red! Are you ever going to come down!?" A girl with brown hair and brown eyes called up to her twin brother. She had a white hat with red markings, a blue and black sleeveless shirt, a red mini skirt, and red and white shoes with baggy blue socks. she had on black wrist bands.
"In a minute Leaf!" She heard him call down.
"Leaf, honey, could you please help me with these groceries?"
"Sure mom." Leaf ran and grabbed some of the bags. Once they were placed on the counter, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.
"Sorry I was up late. I kinda overslept." Red had messy brown hair and brown eyes. He had a red baseball cap with white markings matching Leaf's hat, a black t-shirt, a red and white vest, baggy blue jeans, and red, black, and grey shoes. Black bands were on his wrists.
"Red, you lazy bum! Professor Oak wanted us to be at the Pokemon Lab an hour ago!" Leaf yelled as she grabbed her yellow
Keyblade's Power Ch 82Chapter 82: Dark Rescue / An Embarrassed Keyblade Wielder.
Sora and I were waiting for Keke, ready to find Aqua. Riku came out with a frown on his face, "Keke won't be coming."
"What do you mean? Is she sick?" Sora asked.
"Not exactly. Let's just say that she's feeling down. The master doesn't feel that she should be fighting until her mood changes, or she could end up doing dark attacks instead of light, and we all know that dark attacks won't be useful where you're going." Riku responded as Sora and I nodded. Since we had to leave Neo behind, Keke's been, well, depressed. He was her brother, and she couldn't save him from the Blot. Kairi and Lea are taking care of her until we get back, but I hope she'll be ok.
"We had better get going." Sora said. I nodded. Riku then handed Sora an Organization cloak, and handed me Aqua's keyblade.
"You'll need this. Since your heart hasn't built enough resistan
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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