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Title: You Can 't tell Anyone
Rating: PG 13 for Yaoi boy x boy , and swearing , battles

Chapter one: He 's back

It was a sunny day in the leaf village when a day figure swept into the village. Unseen by anyone else in the village , except one ninja. Who happen to be on his way to Ichiraku ramen stand.

Naruto made a face up into the sky were the figures blur once was. He then countiued on his way to get his usaul afternoon bowl of ramen. Figuring that it was just some jounin coming back from a mission.When he arrived at the Ramen Stand he saw a group of girls. That Inculed Sakura and Ino toward the front of the swarm. Naru made a face at them and took a step towad them. And attempted to to see a who that were gathering around.

But all he saw a little bit of raven colored hair threw the girls. Sasuke ? No it can't be the orange ninja thought to him self. Wondering if he should ask one of the girls. Or just push threw them to get to Ichiraku and check on his way in. After a couple quick seconds of thinking about it. He chose the second one , Because Sakura had been in a bad mood lately. And he did not feel like getting hit for no reason . Oh he here it goes he mumbbled to himself loudly as he pushed passed ino. And then rammed into and another figure and hit the ground with a loud thud. "Watch it loser" said the figure that it had almost knock over.

" NARUTO WATCH WERE YOU'RE GOING YOU ALMOST KNOCKED OF OVER SASUKE" All the girls in the circle screamed at him with there fists up. Oh crap Naruto thought to himself hoping that didn't all whack him. Sasuke made a face at the girls comment and stepped infront of Naruto. Before holding out his hand to him so he could get up. Naruto made a face at Sasuke 's hand. He's helping me up whats gotten into him. he thought to himself before grabbing sasuke and hand letting sasuke pull him up.

" Lets go loser " Sasuke told him quickly as he grabbed Naru 's wrist. And pulled him away from the crowd of girls. And led him in the direction of Naruto 's house. Once at the door Sasuke let go of Naruto's wrist , leaned up against the wall. Naruto made a face at him , then opened the door to his home. After a couple seconds of starting at him blankly Sasuke entered the house followed by Naruto. Who was kinda of confused by the whole situation at the moment.

When he was fully in the house Naruto noticed that sasuke sitting on his bed. Staring at him. " What" Naruto Said to him with some slight rudness in his voice. " Sit" Sasuke replied in the Same tone as Naruto had talked to him in. " um ok" Naruto replied as he took at seat next to sasuke. After he had shut and locked his front door.

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Stressful times. They can put cracks in even the most sane person on Earth's armor. So what could they do to a schizophrenic boy of 17?

Loads.

Marshall was at his wit's end with the all the stress he was facing lately. The fact that NEWTs were just a few short months away apparently meant that professors felt obliged to pile their students on with so much homework that there wasn't enough room for such frivolities as sleep. Eating. Having a social life. But all those things are nothing when you compare it to the big picture, correct? Not for Marshall. Lack of sleep can cause normal people to hallucinate some pretty strange things, but imagine what that did to poor Marshall's psyche. He hallucinated strange things with the proper amount of sleep.

Factor in the school nurse's experiments with a new antipsychotic potion and it's a recipe for trouble. Stir lightly, and let simmer.

Why, just this morning, Marshall stumbled upon Roger (you know, the incredibly attractive zombie that followed him around every once in a while) in the shower just when he wanted to go in there. Now, logic would say that he could push the imaginary member of the living dead out of the shower quite easily, but that would involve seeing things that Marshall really didn't want to see. So he had to go the day without taking a shower. Smelly Marshall. Yummy.

Classes were their usual boring selves. With the exception of Charms, the only light in what was otherwise a horrible day. Once classes were finally over, the students didn't get a break, oh no. They had mounds of...you guessed it, HOMEWORK to do. Many students were going back to the common room, but Marshall didn't feel like heading back there just yet. Not after the fiasco this morning. He was pretty sure some of his classmates in Occamy would have a few questions from him. He had, after all, stormed out of the common room muttering about naked zombies several hours before.

So he headed into the library. There were still a considerable number of students there, but not as many. Marshall headed to an empty table in the corner of the library and sat down, whipping out his Transfiguration book. As much as he hated the subject, he still had to study for it, seeing as he wanted to pass. Ugh.

After studying for about ten minutes, Marshall looked up to rest his eyes. They stopped on the table right next to him. Chelsea and Roger were sitting at said table, having a tea party. Marshall's eyebrow went up, and his head met his Transfiguration book as he laid his head down.

"I think I need new meds."

He lifted his head again, looking at his Transfiguration book. His rabbit ears drooped in his eyes as he did so.

Long pause.

"Since when do I have rabbit ears?"

Rabbit ears disappear. Smile.

"That's better."

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T I T L E - - heroes;; to be remembered
C H A R A C T E R - - sharlet
H O W L O N G A G O ? - - during sharlet's childhood
S T O R Y - -

Sharlet quivered to the warm-cold touch of her mother's hands. They were surprisingly suddenly hot on her shoulders, but froze her heart, made her scowl, the frost busying within her. After several sudden tight hugs, Sharlet suddenly was no longer as touchy to her mother's hugs. However, her unhappy expressio couldn't be wiped off of Sharlet's gruding face, despite her mother's will and rare kindliness.

" Mafia - " her mother began quietly, only to be interrupted again by her child
" My name is the reason we're up here so wipe your thoughts of my name and call me Sharlet"

Her mother hesitated, clearly hurt, and recoiling at the sharp voice of her child. Though Sharlet, was young, she was quite rude and would require reforming before the time she would plan to reside nicely at Firenze Academy of magic. She straightened up further, and looked her child in the eye, as it looked as though Sharlet was prepared to speak.

" You were saying what a naughty child I was and so, and such, and blah blah balh !" She threw down the contents of her littel hands, cool marbles that she had been toying with in her small hand

" Y-yes, I was Sharlet now you wipe that grin off of your face so help me or I will - " she paused to withdraw a marble from her shoe. She scowled, and layed her hand arest at Sharlet's crossed arms, and felt the tension within them recede. Clearly comforted by this, she continued.

" Sharlet, I know you don't appreciate your name and someitmes I regret your situation .."
" Mother, it is hardly a situation, it is a burden, a torture. have you ever heard the giggles my name recieves when it is read off the list on the first day of school" At once thousands of echoes of stiffled chuckles bounced into Shgarlet's mind, and she felt a headache coming on.
" Sharlet, you are a no good daughter, an Ingrate, to be sure !" Sharlet's mothers face turned red, and she left the room, trying to hold back sobs.

Down the hall, Sharlet could hear her mother cursing, and crying very loudly. At trhis moment, she found herself intrigued to break down and cry as well. She fell asleep, tearstains painted onto the pillow.

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Hide and Don't Seek.
starring Ilyana Wilson

"Wait! Ivy, wait up!" I called, gasping as I tripped over a root. My fairly chubby six year old body fell heavily, and I let out a loud wail.

My twin sister Ivy, giggling like an idiot, stopped and look back. "Come on! If we don't hurry they're going to find us!"

"I know!" I scrambled to my feet, brushing dirt from the dark blue skirt of our primary school uniform. The two of us had just started school, and I already hated the uniform. The shirt collar was too stiff, it made breathing harder. Clean white clothes never seemed to last long on me, I always landed in mud or tripped while playing tag. Uniforms were for people that didn't play outside.

But we'd show them! Our class was on a field trip to visit the park, and we were playing hide and seek. All we had to do was find the best hiding spot ever. Playing hide and seek at home was impossible, everyone else always cheated. Penny made her light thingies pop up everywhere so no one could hide very well, and Evelyn always seemed to find everybody really fast. Same with Beverly.

But none of our sisters were here, and the Wilson twins were going to be hide-and-seek champions!

"Is this still part of the park?" I asked nervously, looking around at the trees and roots that seemed to be in the way over here. The place where the teachers were sitting was much more flat and grassy. No stupid roots to fall on.

Ivy laughed. "Of course it is. But this is the really secret part. It'll be hard to find us here." She pointed at all of the plants around us. "Our hair is brown, and there's shade here. So if we crouch down somewhere good, they'll never find us!"

I nodded. "Makes sense. Let's go."

We began to run again, and Ivy led the way to a tall square hedge. It was trimmed and neat, unlike everything else in this bit of the park.

"I bet we can hide behind here!" Ivy chirped as we stopped in front of it, "Look at how big this is!" She crashed through the hedge without another word, not looking back to see if I was following.

Was this safe? We weren't really supposed to wander away from the group...then again, if we didn't wander at least a bit, they'd find us right away. So maybe this was a good place to hide, somewhere out of the way. Reassured, I followed Ivy through the hedge. The branches scratched against my skin as I moved through it, but once I got to the other side I was in the first bit of open grass I'd seen since we ran off from the main group.

There was a big house here, and it looked really old. The paint was peeling and there was no one around. The grass I was standing on was also growing all over the place, even though it was out in the open. Auntie would never let her lawn get this messy, I thought. There must be no one here.

"Hey Ily, lookit this!" Ivy yelled. She was standing over by the house, on tiptoe in front of a window.

"What?" I yelled back, running over to see what she'd found. The window she was looking through was broken, and there was broken glass everywhere. It crunched under my sturdy blue Mary Janes as I reached Ivy.

She tugged on my shirt sleeve and pointed through the empty window. "There are dead people in there."

I felt a weight seem to settle in my stomach as we pushed the door open. Something just didn't seem right about going up to a bunch of dead bodies, someone would probably get mad at us. But Ivy plowed right ahead, and I followed.

"Wow. They died on their couch and no one ever found them?" I asked, surprised that my quiet voice seemed to be working again. There were three people sitting on a sagging blue couch, two men and a woman. All of them were just sitting there, perfectly posed.

Unless you counted the fact that they were basically skeletons with bits of icky gray skin still on them with old-timey clothes instead of a perfect picture as a detraction. Then maybe not. This was just so weird!

"Maybe this is a really good hiding spot then." Ivy had already gone back to hide and seek apparently, and was moving toward what looked like an old kitchen.

"But I don't wanna hide...that long..." I began, looking over at the bodies. "I wanna win, but I wanna be found by dinner."

"Yeah, yeah, we will be," Ivy said absently, her tiny fist closing around a doorknob. There was one door in the old blue kitchen, but it wouldn't budge when Ivy tugged at it. She frowned and jiggled the handle again. The front door had been unlocked after all, so why not this one? It seemed to creak open as she pushed, but the sound of voices made us freeze in place. Several other six year olds from our classran through the wide open door into the kitchen, chattering excitedly.

"See, I told you I heard them run this way!" a red haired girl cried, and the others laughed and looked around to see where they had ended up.

"Aw, no fair!" Ivy sighed. "How did you find us so fast? We had the best hiding place ever."

"Yeah, if you hadn't been yelling the whole way here," a dark haired boy said with a laugh. "Where are we?"

The other kids calmed down, seeming to realize that they were lost. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. They had just followed us here right now, so we didn't know anything that they didn't. Except, maybe-

A shriek split the air, making all of us look up in alarm. My heart thudded loudly against my ribs, and I had to whisper at it to shush. Everyone was scared and it was being too loud right now, it would only scare them more.

Slowly, we all moved towards the sound. Everyone was trying to be extra-quiet, like whatever had made the girl shriek was gonna get us if we made noise while we went to look.

A dark girl with pigtails was pressed against the wall, apparently terrified. Had she seen something? What if there was a ghost here? Beverly said she saw ghosts, but we couldn't cause we were only six and she was seven. Seven year olds knew those things. But maybe some people could see them earlier, and this girl was one of those.

Apparently not, since everyone else started to freak out too. I'm pretty sure that they can't all see ghosts, so it must be something else. Nothing really looked different since me and Ivy had walked through here a minute ago.

"Why's everyone screaming?" I asked, looking at Ivy for reassurance. "What's wrong?"

Ivy only shrugged as the other kids started to run. While one on her own seemed unable to move, in a group they moved like a swarm to the front door of the old house.

"Wait - what's wrong?" I'd gone from asking to yelling, terrified that there was something here that I couldn't see that was horribly wrong that had made everyone so worried. Maybe they didn't like the dead bodies? Though they were hardly hurting anyone, just sitting there. "Please wait!" I was starting to cry now, it wasn't fair! Everything was so wrong now.

Ivy motioned to me and turned to follow them. I couldn't believe it. What was going on? I was terrified, but Ivy was just going with it. How could she still be so calm? Something was wrong here! Didn't she get it?

I waved my arms in the air. I probably looked weird, but I needed to move around. My heart had been pouncing loudly before, but now it was beating wildly out of control. Normally it was just a gentle 'thump', but now it was going crazy.

And I felt like I was going crazy. Nothing made sense, and everyone else being freaked out made me feel freaked out, but Ivy being calm made it so much worse!

I felt a warm feeling spread from my hands. It tingled as it spread through my arms, leaving a glow in my chest. Was this what happened when Penny made all of those lights appear? Maybe I could do that too, since we were playing hide and seek. The idea distracted me from the panic, and I clung to it.

But then one of the kids ran back up the steps, still looking like he'd seen a ghost even though I knew for sure that he couldn't really have seen one. "The teachers are coming!"

My cheeks flushed as the big woman in charge of watching our class clambered up the front steps and burst into the living room where Ivy and I were still standing. the shriek she let out when she saw the couch made me wince even more than the one earlier had. Even the adults were being weird!

"Oh my word. Wilson! What on earth were you two thinking, wandering away from the group? And this...oh my..." She was having trouble talking, so I decided I needed to correct her.

"We were playing hide and seek!" I hadn't meant to sound so angry, but it came out that way.

"This is outside of the park, young lady. I will need to phone your parents when we deal with...this..."

Ivy was being quiet, but I wasn't going to let the teacher be stupid. "You can't call our daddy!" I yelled, "He doesn't answer anyway, he's always at work! But you're all being weird, and you need to stop it!" The energy that had built up in my hands jumped out as I spoke, leaving lights behind in the living room.

"Ilyana Wilson," Mrs. Teacher screeched, suddenly angry rather than shocked. "Have you been playing with matches?? Give them to me this instant young lady!"

"Leave her alone, she doesn't have matches." My twin was finally speaking up with her hands on her hips. "We're just witches."

The blank look was even worse than the screeching. Somehow, I didn't like where this was going. That same knot I'd gotten before we'd come in there was poking my stomach again. It hurt, too.

"Both of you are going to march outside this instant. Come along, march. We clearly need to have a conference with your parents."

To my surprise, she grabbed each of us by the wrist and began to tug us towards the door. I smelled something burning as we walked, and saw flickering light start in the living room where I had been standing. But now I was being pulled away, and it really hurt, a lot more than my stomach. I struggled and pulled, but her arm was strong. I wanted her to let me go, I didn't want her to yank me around, it hurt, I wanted her to just let me go...

The yelp of pain came first, then the pressure on my wrist left. She'd let go, that supervising person that I never remembered the name of. Her hand looked all red, and she was staring at me in shock. I noticed that she'd let Ivy go too.

"That child burned me," she said to Mrs. Talbot, the second teacher that had come up the steps. Mrs. Talbot was our regular teacher, but her usual smile was gone today as she watched the other teacher lady point at me.

I glowered in return, stuck my tongue out, and ran towards the kitchen. I didn't know if I'd burned her or not, but I was really mad. I hadn't been playing with matches! Auntie said only muggles used them, and even though we went to a muggle school we should never touch them, so I hadn't. Ugh! That was so unfair. I didn't even realize that the flickering lights around me were getting stronger as I yelled at nothing, until a 'boom' that rattled the house made me fall to the ground.

People were still shouting around me, and the smell of smoke filled my nostrils. I gagged and tried to cough, but only ended up choking on more smoke. Ow, why did my side hurt so much? And what was that other smell, not smoke but...was something burning?

I couldn't think, it was just too much. Too exhausted to even try to stand up and run, I let my eyes slide shut as the world flooded into darkness.
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