My Trip with Sherlock

(I feel like an author today so this is just a random thing XD)


It wasn't very welcoming, you know.

He was mean and cynical to every damn thing, not to mention he has that edgy-ness in his voice that manages to piss anyone off. I'm getting use to it, yeah, but still. Makes you wonder how Mr. Watson deals with Mr. Holmes.

More like, how will I deal with him? A middle-aged man, single, and has a mind of a robot only built to look at mysteries. "Married to his job," Mr. Watson said once. I could only roll my eyes.

Today was rather boring. I only stayed here in England to write a report on how social I can be, and that's like asking a turtle if he can write how to fly. So, I lounged on a sofa, staring idly at Mr. Holmes as he plucked the E and D strings on his violin near the window.

"Sherlock," Mr. Watson called from the kitchen, "Have you read the news? I think it might be interesting."

The said man just continued plucking, no longer staring out the window, "Watson, really? A murderer on the loose by killing his victims by lynching them? How unoriginal." I groaned, rolling away from Mr. Holmes. What type of case does this man desire anyway? Homicide? Suicide? Simple stealing? 'I just had to live with this anti-social freak.'

Mr. Watson strolled into the living room, slightly chuckling, "Typical. What about Barns's case? The one with the serial killer?"

"Not interesting, Watson."

"Hm." I wonder how do men stay friends with a conversation like this? I rolled back to face Sherlock, seeing Mr. Watson drink his coffee in one hand while the other was holding the newspaper. I spotted two other cups on the coffee table; one juice and the other coffee.

"Really," I croaked, my voice surprisingly dry, "Juice, Mr. Watson?"

"Well, we had some. I thought you might like some." He replied.

"It suits you, child," Mr. Holmes added, his mouth twitching to smirk. Ass. Mr. Watson quickly sent a soft glare to his friend.

"Now, Sherlock."

"All she does is eat and sleep." The tall man replied, "A waste of time and space. Not to mention she forgot that she's wearing her shirt inside out. A dirty shirt, hence the ketchup stain from the hotdog she ate when she went out with her friend 2 days ago."

I looked down at my shirt, and truth be told, it was inside out and the stain from my hotdog treat was still on it. Fuckin'--

"Sherlock," Mr. Watson hushed, causing the man to return back to his habit; staring out the window whilst plucking the strings. I hissed when I stood up and walked back to my room. I nodded at Mr. Watson as a thank you gesture, and closed the door.

I sighed deeply when I thought about 2 days ago. Mr. Watson and Mr. Holmes were busy on a case and they refused that I would go with them and that I stayed home with Mrs. Hudson. I was very reluctant to stay, since the case itself was very interesting. But no! I had to stay home and chill with Mrs. Hudson. Not like she's bad company, it's just that I really wanted to go.

So, I stayed home. Mrs. Hudson had alot of things to do, and we decided to complete them together. The first thing we had to do was go shopping form some dinner to prepare for Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson. She would often joke around, 'I'm not their housekeeper, but they do need someone to take care of them. Men. They can't seem to take care of themselves, especially when it comes to Sherlock.' I couldn't stop laughing at the image of Mr. Holmes cooking up a meal for himself.

When we bought all the materials we needed we ran into this lady who called herself Molly Hooper. I thought it was a pretty weird name, but then again, I have a weird name, too. We chatted for a while and discovered that she had a not-so-secret crush on Mr. Holmes. Mrs. Hudson was all over Molly, explaining his habits and what he does all day (not forgetting to mention that Mr. Holmes often shoot his walls when he's bored). Mrs. Hudson tried her very best to convince that Molly's a sweet girl, and to aim for a different man instead. Molly, of course, wasn't convinced. 'I like Mr. Holmes for who he is,' She defended. I had to bit my tongue back to prevent me from saying, 'Loving a jackass. Typical.'

I then thought about how I felt. About Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson. I didn't really care much about them, although there were times where I felt like worrying about them. Those thoughts washed away as soon as I saw the hotdog stand, and immediately ordered one. Molly also ordered a hotdog while Mrs. Hudson simply asked for a nice cool drink. We all sat down at a table, chatting about nonsense and such.

Until some douche bag stole Mrs. Hudson's purse. I was pissed. I yelled at him to stop, glancing around to see if anyone wil do anything, but no one reacted. I ran.

I felt my legs fly over the concrete ground, slowly but surely catching up to the thief  As soon as he paused when he saw a car come up, I leaped on him, both of use falling into the ground. I harshly took the purse from him, "Better not try that on me, su-kah!" 

And I awkwardly turned around, seeing many people stare at me before slowly clapping. In the crowd, I spotted Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson, both surprised at my victorious action. Molly and Mrs. Hudson soon came up to me, panting hard.

"D-dear, you shouldn't have done that!" Mrs. Hudson spoke, making me grin shyly.

"Well, stealing is bad," I replied simply, "So, it's only right I took it back for you, right?" Mrs. Hudson chuckled softly as Molly hugged the living daylights out of me.

"You had me worried there!" She yelled, smashing my face against her chest. I managed to squeeze out of her grasp when Mrs. Hudson told her she's suffocating me.

"Jesus, Molly!" I gasped. She apologized softly, smiling a bit.

All the while, the man behind me glared holes at me, pulling a sharp pocket knife. Somewhere in the crowd, a woman screamed loudly as the thief lounged at me, aiming the knife at my heart. I swore time started slowing down as the thief moved from his position, the knife sharping in the light. Just as the knife was about to edge into my heart, Mr. Holmes blocked the attack.

He grasped the thief's writs angrily, I could tell it would be bruised soon enough. "Committing murder in the streets, Mikey?"

"W-what? How do you know my name?"

Mr. Holmes merely smirked, about to 'simply educate us' about the man, "Back of your shirt, there's a mark with your name. How's your mother by the way? Seems like she hasn't gotten the news of you stealing from old ladies and killing young girls, now then? But what about the shoes. Oh, you live far off of England, aren't you. You have dirt and, sadly, feces on the bottom of your shoes, and the walkway here is pretty clean. Not to mention the outskirts of England have lots of farms, meaning you're not a city boy but a barn boy. Now tell me, why and what is a farm boy doing here in central England? Must've been because of your business, recently going down the drain and you have resort to stealing. From this experience, you're completely new to this sort of thing since you're not just a farm boy, but also a fisher. You catch fish, sell the fish, profit. However, you recently join a new crew, and that new crew requires you to meet a certain quota that's out of your current reach. So, to reach this quota, you decided to steal just to get. You. By."

I awkwardly shift to one side, watching the thief's life flash before his eyes. The thief, now named Mikey, slowly and hesitantly released the knife. Mr. Holmes harshly pulled away from the man, glaring holes at him as Mr. Watson pulled me close.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Watson asked kindly, grasping my shoulders. I nodded, staring at the thief and then at Mr. Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes--"

"We're going home. Now." Was all Mr. Holmes said icily, briskly walking aside the thief. Mr. Watson sighed, apologizing to the crowd that Mr. Holmes was in a bad mood because I was in danger. Molly and Mrs. Hudson hesitantly accepted it, but Molly was unsure leaving me alone.

Mrs. Husdon kindly explained to Molly, "Don't worry dear, it's Sherlock's own way of caring for <name>."

'Right.'  I idly thought, slowly following's Mr. Holme's stride. 'Mr. Holmes, a cynical old man who cares more about cases than others, is worried about me. What a joke.'

Impossible Things

There are things I want to create. That's right. Love isn't always about boys, it's about the action. Has anyone ever told you what love is? I bet few has even read the definition.

love  

/ləv/

Noun An intense feeling of deep affection

Verb

Feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone)

Now you know, that love is the deep affection you feel towards a person or thing or idea. The more common one you know, is the verb. I choose the noun. 

I think there's more to life than just love. I think there's romance, adventure; life is something in you. Not in what's around you. Sure, the things effect you does things to your mind and morality, but think about it. 

You never made it this far without those little things. You wouldn't think, you wouldn't walk. Why, you wouldn't even be reading this little blog rant! And to think of all the things you thought was simple was impossible!

Did you know, back in the old days, choirs were for males only. And since the people knew that when boys hit puberty, their voice can no longer reach the high notes, they chop off their... um... willy. e///e

I have poor vocabulary, Caused by the father of mine who I'm ashamed to even say his name. He needs help, I offered. He rejected. His choice.

A lot of people say that, 'when life hands you lemons,' etc. etc. Since I mentioned that 'life' is 'us'. Think about it.

Why are you handing yourself lemons. Everyone's life is different, so there must be a reason why you got those lemons. Make it into juice? Throw it? Crush it? Your 'life' is simply asking you what are you going to do to these lemons. It's not asking you to make Jesus turn it into water or something. It's all about you, and what you make of the things you got.

Another Chapter Put to Rest

It's over.

I won.

It would seem that I was emotionally hurt, but in the end, he cut the ties.

So, I won this little game of love-to-like-to-nothing.

And I'm so bloody happy.


"This game was fun, and I enjoy it, sir.
But for now let's put to rest, and live life, sir."

GAME OVER

On A Different Topic

I

Absolutely

HATE

TESTS.

Quizes, too! (Except ones that are about my interests)

I took the PLAN test this morning, and I'm pretty sure I failed it 80%. I don't know what to do. I'm kinda worried, y'know. And there's no one I can talk to in this situation. Other than him. Of course.

But due to the fact that he's surprisingly younger than me(the guys I've dated were usually about the same age as me and/or older), we have different classes. That one oblivious idiot.

I don't think I'm in love with him. Atleast, not any more...

...

I'm kinda starting to see a pattern here. I tend to be this little cutesy girl once I met a guy who talks to me. And I somehow mistaken that I have fallen in love with this peculiar person. But after 3-5 days...

...I kinda loose my interest in them.

Hn...

I don't think this is how love truly works. Or maybe it does? Maybe I still do like him in a kind of long-term relationship wise?

Thus, another confusing matter comes up.

I'll never understand the concept of love and like. It get's in your head, and shrouds your logic. Maybe I'm not use to talking to a guy. Maybe that's why I get nervous, or flustered, or even a little mad that they don't notice me. (Despite so, I do like the nickname he gave me, 'Phantom').

I'll never know probably. So many insecurities, I can't even count them all ;w;

Kuroko no Basket vs. KHR!

I wonder why I choose to read this manga, but it was probably because of Reborn.

Hell, both mangas/animes scream yaoiness.

I mean, look how many couples I already made:
Kuroko x Aomine
Kuroko x Kagami
Kuroko x Kise
Kuroko x Akashi
Kuroko x Murasakibara (...Well, Murasakibara did say he wanted to 'crush' Kuroko... until he realizes Kuroko's very fragile *shifty eyes*:DD)
Kuroko x Midorima (Very rare, but opposites do attract)
Kise x Aomine
and more to come... (too lazy to list them all out...)

And then KHR has like:
Tsuna x Hibari (2718)
Tsuna x Mukuro (2769)
Tsuna x Reborn (27R)
Tsuna x Dino (27D)
Tsuna x Lambo (27L, I honestly don't know Lambo's fan number yet, so yah)
Tsuna x Byakuran (27100)
Tsuna x Enma (2700)
Tsuna x Alaude (27A...? Does Alaude even have a fan number?)
Tsuna x Xanxus (2710, or, atleast I think so... maybe 27X?)
Tsuna x Collonello (Surprisingly, Tsuna tops in this one. I swear, there's a fanfiction on this)
Tsuna x Fon (There's a super cool fanfiction about them on fanfiction.net, the title has something with rain... I forgot.)
Tsuna x Basil (I suggest them being a challenge, considering they're both ukelicious, but Tsuna wins and Basil takes the top XD)
Tsuna x Verde (There's also a fanfiction story about this)
Tsuna x pretty much everyone that has a dick. There are also some girls, but *shoves Kyoko and Haru out the window* I don't see them anywhere...

And. SO. Who's the better uke? Tsuna or Kuroko?

...

I honestly think Tsuna is a cuter uke, but that's probably because I've read so many fanfictions, I've been influenced. But then, Kuroko is pretty ukelicious, too...

Y I NO BOY GOD?! ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ

All right, I'm done for today.

CIao ciaoooo

---FujoshiPurima

Here's a funny pic of Kuroko and Kagami XDDD

What is love? ;A;

DERP ALERT.

I don't know what's happening! Maybe this is just a simple 'wanting-a-big-brother' thing? Maybe that's why my hearts beats fast? Maybe is that it?

UGH SOMEONE JUST TELL ME ALREADY ;A; I'VE NEVER BEEN SO CONFUSED IN MY LIFE.

Is this normal? For a girl to be disillusioned in love? Well, they do say love is blinded. But-but-but-but-but- IDKKKK

;A; I've never felt like this before! It's FRESH! NEW! SOMETHING I'M NOT USED TO.

I've never had a guy pay attention to me. So that's it.

That's why. It's because I'm not use to having a person talk to me. Much less a boy. I've always been avoiding them, but somehow wanting to be friends with them.

The opposite sex is scary to me ;A;

I keep thinking that they're like my dad. That they'll leave me behind and hurt me. WELL LOVE HURTS. I knew that and kept my head out of the clouds 'cause I'm still in high school! ;A; KAMI-SAMA, TASUKETEEEEEE TTATT

WHY-WHY-WHYWWHYWHYWHW

*wails like a walrus*

q^q

I'm going on youtube.

--- Walrus Purima