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Sweet Child O'Mine

Sweet Child O'Mine
By: Taiyo_no_Drake
Fandom: Tokio Hotel (news! X3)
Characters: Tokio Hotel + original (the manager if necessary)
Rating: Green

The morning light filtered light from the window without tents furnished basement, but as light could be the light, she had always had an instinct for this, even when asleep. The window was hugging the ceiling and the light he had not touched in any way, but he opened his sleepy eyes, deciding that it was better to wake up. He turned calmly on the sofa bed's life going to surround him with one arm and closer to its back, he realized that once again he had slept in the fetal position, to keep your feet under the covers, otherwise it would hang over the edge of the mattress is too short for his six feet in height.

While she thought when waking up early or not, he turned in half-sleep by placing her head on his shoulder, clutching the side of her. It was nice to sit huddled in the heat, under the giant duvet Pippo, in the most tranquil silence. Perhaps, however, would wake him from the arms of Morpheus, not because they could sneak into his hotel room without being seen by others, but to go a bit 'of time to speak: he had arrived the night before at dinner, usually between the astonishment of his parents were surprised that every time, ate a pizza and snuggled under the blankets they had seen a movie before falling asleep in the middle. They had talked, had been an accomplice in silence until then and now wanted to know everything: how was the tour, as were others, as he was ...

She heard him move around a few times to find the comfortable position but then, puffing, he surrendered and opened the brown irises.

-What time is it? - Sleepy voice asked in German and hid her face against his neck to escape the light.

He threw his eye over the phone, it was only seven and a half of the first Saturday morning after the tour, then answered the 'time when I do a little' puppy to cuddle with my friend-

He rearranged for the umpteenth time against his neck while stroking the black hair and held him close gently with the other arm.

-Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without you ... - the boy purred under his touch, literally entranced by the light touch of that little hand. It was the only which seriously regretted tour, those moments of tranquility ... and more intimate with her.

Tom-Would you have forced to make even the best-friend laughed and relaxed.

-Mimi, because every time I proposed to come with us on tour I've always said no? We could spend more time together ... -

She shook her head, interrupting him-You know, Bill. I can not go around the world with you, I must first finish high school, or at least eighteen years ... -

-Your birthday is in two months! - reminded him

snorted and then get up and leave him in bed, alone and without cuddles, knowing that it would not take more than a few moments to get him back on his feet. And he knew very well that in two months would have come of age, and often wondered if it was good to meet and almost always no doubt about this, then he remembered that he did so for their friendship that she felt that way an excuse, but he feared that Bill followed the routine of daily commitments of a rock star would mandate that friendship to the winds, he was afraid the rest of the world, beware of "understanding" others: the fans, the paparazzi, the staff and, a bit ', the same band members.

In short, the case of fans who became the idol of his best friend would do a lot of silly gossip and rumors. Then, actually, had not yet understood the cause-effect chain, which had brought one of the most famous teen idols of the old continent in a small international library of out-of Hamburg in one of the most rainy days but that they had seen, she was there in exchange with the high school, a guest at the home of a blonde bitch and tasteless. Starting from Italy had dreamed of meeting you face to face with brown eyes which had paved the walls of the bedroom, but, as he held his mother, it was a seventeen year old crap that did not want to grow. The seventeen year old had been sheer luck, however.

He knew that following him on tour would have seen many other facets of Bill and inevitably the fear of discovering something that would destroy their friendship the choked.

... And I love it all for herself, even though it was only for those rare times when she could visit her.

Bill, barefoot and shirtless, approached her and embraced her-You are right, are the usual self-centered spoiled brat ... -

-Bill, stop-snorted again for the morning-You are not spoiled or selfish or something else ... I'd come on tour with you, but sometimes I can not help but think that the Bill posing for pictures, singing at concerts and so on. may not look like the Bill I know ... -

The boy clicked his tongue-Mimi, but how many other decisions applying this reasoning? No, because if you always do so, not even go to the bathroom to pee! -

For a long second stared at him puzzled, not knowing whether to laugh or pull his cheeks to death, then smiled-Ok Bill, we do a test. One week, the January 3, are you? -

- ... and the school that you do? - He frowned.

The girl put her hands on her hips Kaulitz-So, you want me or not? -

-Sure - the smile that gave her the sun shone most notice-Jaws when I and then I'll call you, you may need to come work with us with a completed .- broncetto.

Bill dressed in the clothes the night before, he tied his hair and walked to the door of the house, once the door cracked two big kisses on the cheek and then got on his smart black hello making them by hand.

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Sleeping Beauty


Small shottina unpretentious, written in less than an hour, on a visit filminante of my inspiration.
It 's a twincest, to be precise a Kaulitzcest, but rest assured there is no strong scene, nor anything which should be reported the presence, apart-perhaps-a vaguely Tom being poetic. ù.ù
... but we want to do? Inspiration comes and we its poor underpaid slaves faithful servants who can not adapt. XD
Good reading.

Sleeping Beauty

Lying back in this huge bed, watching you quiet sleep on my chest.

The room is invaded only by the soft lapping of waves on the beach outside the glass door and the moonlight filtering modest, gently lapping your face for fear of waking up.

... and I'm watching you for hours, gently resting on my chest, breathing in this quiet calm that I do not know what will last.

At least we can say we have tried it, but to no avail that we self imposed rules, and each time beating like waves on the rocks, stay away did not help as much as possible, or was used to try to touch the bare minimum. Alone and separated we would die alone.

So seize the moment: hide our love was consuming them; worn us, the band and was destroying the fruit of all our commitments and all our dreams.

We decided that if this was our destiny, we would have followed.

I tossed my arms with the sweetest smile that I had done for months and kissed me. It was a simple near misses, but I felt that heal me, heal me. I thought I drop from the emotion that I felt strong and that spread from the breast to each of my cells. Then his face hidden Yourself in my shoulder, squeezing so hard that I thought we'd be like this forever, even when you were disconnected.

I look again, because I can never help but look back over with your features relaxed in sleep.

always tell me not to think the worst, but I know that I can not stop worrying. I can pretend that all fear is only a Bruscolino the edge of my subconscious.

But now I just want to enjoy the feelings that seep under my skin and I hugs unconsciousness because they remind me of dreams that someone to get up every morning there is also for me.

I embrace you in my turn, because Morpheus does not take you away on its own.

Good night, little brother.

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Long Fic:

_ Sweet Child O'Mine; het, Green Rating. Tokio Hotel
Prologue


OneShot:

Tokio Hotel:

_ Like Strawberrys with Lemon Juice... ; het.

_ Suicide ; het.

_ Sleeping Beauty ; twincest.


Merlin:

_ Future

_ Simplicity

Serie:  The Elven Prince

_ The Elven Prince

Final Fantasy:

_ Girlfriend

How To Make A Church Model

Like strawberrys with Lemon Juice ...

Solita premise: Tokio Hotel I apparengono (because if it did, believe me, I would not be here ^.-), the facts contained herein have no basis in reality (just as well with neither .-.), this paper I want to give a true representation of personality of the characters. Also I do not ù.ù
is nothing, except perhaps the loss of a few hours of philosophy at the time when I wrote MISUSE trinkets, and if you find someone who is willing to pay ... well, call the hospital maybe he ran some neuro-psychiatric patient ... .-.


Small notice: Here's the infamous "little sister" of suicides, although this is only fluff, or at least I think so. As for that "thing" that I posted previously, I do not feel responsible for any possible brain damage XD

"Good reading "

gave a final tug of cigarette, put it out and threw the rest of the package in the trash.
He turned to the mirror which gave him back his own nervous glance behind him as the door opened up. Tomi-
? -
The brother smiled at him and tried to return him sprawled the corners of his mouth without too many results.
-Rough? -
Bill came up to him smiling, completely at ease in the black tuxedo with black tie and silver motif of oblique bands.
It looked in the mirror looking at the image of whether that would never have believed to see: him, Tom Kaulitz, in black tuxedo waiting for the beginning of the ceremony of her marriage!
sighed, trying to broaden his shirt collar with a finger.
-Bill ... To Die For - The
moved away the dark fringe neatly ironed and put a hand on his shoulder.
-You will see, is far less terrible than you think ... -
Tom shook his head slightly, with his dreadlocks tied back in a high tail as usual, watching the wedding ring tattooed sull'anulare left of his brother.
Bill had met Elisa in Magdeburg Christmas break of six years earlier, when had moved into the house in front of them, to be achieved by its "Shore" the following year to study.
The sister, the bride's maid, came in smiling and greeted her husband and then turned to Tom, standing on tiptoe to give him a light pat on the shoulder.
-Rough? -
Tom nodded absently double-checking the tuxedo, fearing that he snatched a few seams.
Elisa gave him a pat on the side, rustling the many layers of tulle underskirt, a mirror to check that the locks were in order.
-I expected to find in a panic, you know -
After a last look in the mirror, Elisa greeted them to return to check the bride in fear that something might go wrong.
... and then still had to be dressed and made up. I also go
-I-Make-Bill smiled at the bride is my job, you'll see! -
Left alone again, Tom went to the chair by the window, where he had left his backpack. Black opened the zip and pulled out an album of photos from the red cover, on the first page was a dedication signed by Happy Birthday Elisa and Michela, turned the page, sitting in the chair.
The first photo, taken at the infamous birthday party, he withdrew the red and perhaps bitterly battle with each other spalmandosela pie in the face, on clothes, hair ... the doors of the cake was alone at night, smeared inside the pants ... from that birthday he no longer wanted to know about cream cakes.
beginning when he had known, after the scare took with Elisa, had seemed only a little girl with long hair flat and horribly red ... in his opinion, as Bill did not fail to point out to him at every opportunity.
Some pages later he could not help but chuckle looking at the pictures of the outputs in the group (with Saki always a few feet from them), the photos with faces the most diverse in the machines without those snapshots or other shots that ended when the victim of teasing Michael: the most common was taking off his hat (especially if it was the red one with blue embroidery worn for the poster of "Scream"), calcarselo good on the eyes and run away as fast as possible to avoid being taken. Turning the pages
yet his eyes fell on the picture of their first outing together, when he had seen could not believe it: the usual tomboy jeans and a sweater had turned into a pretty princess dress with a skirt knee in jeans, white boots, pink shirt with boat neck by a white border, a trace of makeup and a glittering brooch with beads to collect the hair.
more amazed than this one died and in fact was the only photo with a version of the girl as sweet as the next image holding Michael kissed him by the collar.
with a smile, always piercing, think back to the endless days spent together, acting almost like sweethearts averages or sampling the culinary experiments doubtful results, but never in bed.
When he realized that she had found something more, had decreed that he would not touched with a finger until they were ready for the big step, even when it was held, went to live with, they decided to share the bed with bronchitis and lightning of the girl who had never seen the reason as a necessity, but he almost scored a vital difference.
looked at his watch impatiently, feeling the anxiety through the roof, but luckily he came to distract his witness, Andreas.
-Here it is, what he wanted to marry in sixty years! -
-Andreas-
Hello-I just went to do his best wishes to the bride-so saying, he attracts the attention of Tom on -if you are really lucky friend, you know I competed ... - joked, earning a dirty look.
Tom, then smiled, I must remind you that two weeks be the father? - Laughed.
-Seriously, I did not think you would have never married Tom ...-
He nodded
- ... and the bride is a virgin - Tom looked really bad.
-six faiths you remember, right? -
The blond responded by nodding her head.
-and discourse? -
Others nodded-Quiet, your marriage will be perfect-assured him giving him a pat on the shoulder.
-I begin to feel the anxiety ... -
a conditioned reflex to thrust his hand into his pocket to tip cigarettes, but finding the empty pocket he remembered that he had just stopped and svaccò chair puffing.
He got to start walking along the wall with the air of a caged lion and Andreas arrived to the fourth cigarette when they knocked on the door which opened immediately to check Georg and Gustav, who came to encourage the groom.
Both, like Bill, were married, Alice, the wife of Gustav, she had given birth a few months and the wife of Georg was almost eight months pregnant. Please
-boys, from unbelievers evitatemi jokes: I predict all-embracing both exhaled the Rasta friends.
-Just now we passed also by the bride ... - Gustav-giggled ... and I can not tell which of you is as rough-
Tom felt his stomach contract only to hear her name and thought to that morning when just wake up, she had sulky smile after the last failed attempt to dissuade him: he had repeated several times that she was not as important as marriage would come to "physically" but he was a rock.
He tried to imagine the wedding dress, make-up, with her hair or even dissolved, with or without the fleece ... actually had no idea how it was, Bill had thought to make up and had drawn the ' dress, but he did not give even a general idea.
Georg looked at her watch-it's time to go, ready for Tom? -
sighed and followed her friends in the aisle and then go to wait at the altar, trying to distract began by noting the first pews. In the front row his mother smiled, sitting between the former and current husband, had just sat down beside Georg tenderly stroking the belly of his wife. A little 'beyond the mother of Gustav gave the bottle to his granddaughter, a blond bundle with the cheeks of the father and mother's eyes. ... And about the new lord Schäfer, Alice saw him go to a brisk pace.
-What's up? -
-Nothing tragic, it's coming, but he was so agitated that they had to take a break for not calling them the soul-explained in a low voice. Taking
torturing a cuticle on the thumb continued to scrutinize the banks present in the including David Church, Saki, the president of Universal and could be seen through the arch of the door to a flood of journalists intent to flash the car bomb that had just stopped in the churchyard. Looking Andreas grinned mimandogli a stop to twist your hands like a virgin on his first time "to which even replied. From the side door
Bill joined him in long strides and motioned him towards the door where the bride had just overlooking. Michael was wrapped in a suit by the thousand folds skirt, topped by a bust to the neckline breeches from which sprang the shoulders; perte cascade of silky red hair was entwined with a wreath with the treble clef and was sewn back on the train which the two young ladies, Alice and Elisa, held up a few yards away. Feedback from one altar, Tom could not help but recall with annoyance in-laws and the rest of the 'merry gang ", all opposed to the choices of the girl, the transfer to Germany to marry" a rock star leaping from bed to bed "... the last time I jumped on the bed he and Michael were" testing "in a war to cushion the estate of their new bed.
In the middle of the nave, however, incredulously saw her younger sister and paternal aunt smile, so the red, raised two or three layers of skirt, sent marched to the altar.
Upon arrival he took her hand.

... ..
. Just enter
took off his shoes, veil and train, overly cumbersome, and headed into the kitchen to open the fridge and drink so much iced tea. Tom, behind her, locked the door of their house, strange as this idea in a few hours had acquired new shades, and took off his jacket, tie, took his shirt from his trousers and undid the buttons then reached his wife in the kitchen and drank without a word bore half the bottle she was holding.
-Oh no, dear! If we start as early as the first night! - Joked she's trying to pinch abdominal dry.
Smiling, Tom put down the bottle and leaned over (to some) to kiss her lips with wet hands while the small and slowly tapering her dating back to tie behind his neck.
-mmm ... if I remember correctly, I promised that we would not have sex until the wedding day-
Michael laughed-I seem to remember it ... but before you are done packing for the honeymoon! - Said ; then detaching unexpectedly.
-love ... But! Were not you the one that put the bronchi to my infinite promise? -
-Well, then it's up to me and I promise that until it is all ready to go you will not even have a bacietto! -
smiled, and hit sunk by this little sweet revenge and acid.


END.

How Long After Waxing Do I Have To Wait To Shower

Suicide

Solita premise: Tokio Hotel I apparengono (because if it did, believe me, I would not be here ^.-), the facts contained herein have no basis in reality (thank goodness .-.) nor with this letter I want to give a true personalities of the characters. Also I do not ù.ù
is nothing, except perhaps the loss of a few hours of philosophy at the time when I wrote MISUSE trinkets, and if you find someone who is willing to pay ... well, call the hospital maybe he ran some neuro-psychiatric patient ... .-.

That said, I must warn you: there is a bit 'of angst and a bit' of fluff, but we do not put my hand on fire, since the underlying trinkets is one of the first things I wrote on Tochi 'tel (XD) and are of the opinion that (as his "sister") rather than face even penalty ... Therefore, I have warned you, I'm not responsible for any damage to your synapses ù.ù

"Good reading"





was written on medical records only "Elisa Schwartz, prognosis reserved.
blacks had long hair, eyes clear, ringing voice and the height of a cork.
He was only 15 years, and arms, white bandages wrapped from the wrist to the elbow, full of monstrous scars.
Only 15 years had tried to commit suicide.
A "normal", as a fifteen year that has just escaped death may be, complexed teenager you think.
No, she is special, is the girl of my brother and his spitting image of five years ago.
Elisa is so, is proud of his surname that reflects Schwartz, black is his favorite color, that of his hair, his dress and makeup.
For me it is almost a sister, but Bill is everything: the first smile of the day for her, even on tour and now is his muse, his puppy, his Thema No. 1.
Elisa moved to Germany from Switzerland a couple of years ago, in the house opposite to ours. Given his passion for style and gothic black, would be stating the obvious to say that it was immediately singled out and treated with malice, when his day was going well had "only" on the ground or push off a cigarette on his arm.
He never went more than necessary home from school, her friends had stayed in Switzerland and Italy.
From the "Bel Paese" to arrive, with the same punctuality Georg bundles of letters of whole months to Michela, its shore, and they were all in his bedside table in order of date.
Solitude, despite calls and letters postcards, solitude clung to him like the bullies.
Bill was too thin, too ambiguous and original, she was "too feminine" and self-possessed.
From "stain" went to call her "gothic bunny", "gothic slut" and whatnot ... and start cutting.
Bill met her by chance one day, after lunch, Scotty took a walk when the dog began to pull on a side street in front of a box to mail the post.
Elisa was there that he sent a package top four fingers under the snowflakes melted makeup of January 10 with two rows and furrowed cheeks. Scotty pulled up to her nose pushing under the hand in search of pampering.
I do not know how many times or how many cases were seen to be tried, but Bill was cooked: love at first sight.
We presented it only when it became apparent that he had a girlfriend.
beginning I was a bit 'confused, the physical ideal of Bill was exactly the opposite, it seemed more my type, but watching them together was undeniable that fit perfectly: Bill knew how she was and knew how to comfort her.
... the problem was that we were not always at home and when we could not see it visibly emaciated: razor blades and fasting.
Perhaps it is the effect of the penumbra that is in this hospital room, but it seems that every bone protruding in a worrying way. The
scostai hair from her face placing them behind the ear; Bill would tell me I'm insensitive, but I really do not understand how you can let the words of others so we are wrapped!
came from the corridor of a run ending at the door with the appearance of a girl.
has red hair, chocolate brown eyes, full lips and a large red rectangular glasses.
-How are you?! - gasped gasping for travel; Elisa had once said that unfortunately there was no way she would come to Germany, because of his parents, but now its "shore" is here.
-Hey! How are you?! -
-The doctor says it's stable now and sleep-Liberal
the chair where I sat until now allowing it to sink.
-How did that happen? - And asked me grabbed my hand squeezing Elisa's strong.
-We were going home without having advised, Bill wanted to surprise her. When we had not, however, did not eat ... and cut his wrists, to the doctor because loneliness. I had her out and she was in the bathroom when we arrived, I ran my hands over face-C 'was all that blood on the floor ... -
-my fault, I should insist you let me go home because she -
-No, we would have had to notice it ... and you're still here: I will be happy when you wake-
We sat in silence until the phone vibrated in my pocket, that Bill was telling me of his arrival. I went to the window to peek at the entrance of the hospital crowded with journalists through the holes of the blinds. My brother would have given certainly crazy.
went down quickly, but not enough to prevent those leeches surround microphone with Bill.
"Bill, can you tell us what happens?"
"It is true that the girl is his girlfriend?" In the midst of this crowd
insensitive, I saw a kid who came out some time ago between the bullies school.
-HEY! Froch! Is TRUE? - Laughed the-bastard "slut" had cut his wrist SUICIDAL!? - Making the comment laughed again unique for me ... I saw through the glass door
Bill stiffen on the steps of entry , opened his eyes slowly turning furiously to the bastard who is standing a few steps from him.
-What's the fag? You're not offended you? -
With the hand full of rings Bill pulled a punch in the face, but he is about to load a second join him stopping him: not worth it with certain individuals. The irises of my brother rested on the mass of journalists with pure hatred while they were returning to the attack.
and exploded.
-BASTA! - Screamed so loud that everything seemed to hang in that moment-I swear that if each of you, not jackals will be gone within ten minutes you shall immediately swimming in lawsuits and complaints, spoke with a coolness that stentai believe it was my brother. Let
-Bill-I looked at him sympathetically and brought it inside.
Outside the room we found two nurses who took care of Michela, and corpse-white, but the doctor who was at the door of the room spoke with Bill.
The nurses were seated while Michael did an air and handed her a bottle of Estathè.
-all right? -
nodded-Yes, it's just a little bit 'of agofobia-pointed to the arm that held the hard-serving side Elisa blood to the other way ... - When the doctor went away
Bill motioned us to enter.
In bed, Elisa was awake and looked angrily at the bag of blood that flowed slowly in his arm, he just saw Bill looked down, ready to be scolded, but her brother did not have time to even open my mouth.
-You have become completely mad!? - Elisa yelled while Michael looked surprised-I swear that if you try again, next time you cut your finger phalanges phalanx up to the shoulders and arms! - Then threw them ; arms around his neck - and do not look so ... disgusted that blood is mine -
My brother came by a little cough that sounded a lot like "boys out of the way" and the friend of Eli 'pulled me out.
-Hey! I wanted to hear! -
-Anch 'io-grinned before bending on crack open the door

-not-you should find out
-O-Eli' Bill sat on the edge of the bed-and-look at her, obedient, eyes on the pointed-I am not angry with you, I was so worried ... - With a gentle
diabetes embraced.

... passing nurse gave us a dirty look ... I'd better leave this alone
-happy-smile-Michael later I'll tell you that next year I will come here to university-

-Eli '-
- Tell-Bi' she urged him while they were still embraced
-Promise me you'll stay with me forever-

END