Little Michito Fic
It was just a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sky clear and blue and filled with the sounds of Shito groaning.
The case is, is the fact that he got a huge hangover from the party last night. He could only remember a bit of the party. He dressed himself in his usual attire and went to the aeting room, to only find Michiru with a mischievous grin.
Akatsuki has learned her to well. He walked to the seat he claimed long ago, when Michiru gave him an innocent look.
"Shito-Kun, when are you gonna help me with my French?" He raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Excuse me?" She gave him a glare, something which she learned from him, but it quickly turned into a smirk.
"Yesterday, you signed a contract with me, saying that you'll help me with the subject. In fact, I have it here." She grabbed something out of nowhere. It was the contract, saying 'I, Shito Tachibana, will help Michiru Kita with her french' with his autograph. Damn this girl.
"Fine, I don't care." He muttered w
Witch form of Michiru, PMMM style.
Well, hope this will be good.
Enjoy. And I don't own both of these series.
The lying queen Mertine Régine. Once a girl being strong, now a queen of lying.
bow down to me, you peasant fool
learn you place, step in the right pace
for my dear Ambroise to show your place
my palace, my place.
Amadour, my love, show them the way
to my wrath, my hate.
osanna, clean my robe
let it shine, like gold.
What do I see here?
A bundle of blue
and disgusting white.
why did you come
to my home, my trone?
To die, or to bow down to me?
"Michiru, please come back!"
don't make me laugh till my last breath
because she won't come back.
"Michiru, I'm sorry!"
Please, i'll rather leave my throne
then to kiss you, you you white lie!
A girl in gold, holding a barret?
No, it's a sword
belonging to her soul.
Don't you dare missy
to slash my dear friends, my beauty and my hart
Goldie, don't push your luck
for you shall know
You won't get her back
her heart is lost
in sadness and despa
Kriemhild Gretchen Poem
Well, this is my first try at PMMM writing and poetry. Hope you enjoy.
Love, peace and eternal hope
is what I shall give
to this doomed hope.
Sadness and death
is what I'll whip away
from this beautiful yet ugly world.
Is what I hear
in this ruin
of a town once blooming
and now an ugly stage.
10 days is what I give
to allow you
to wash the despair away
and to make this a heaven on earth.
So prepare it
for me, Kriemhild Gretchen
the god of this earth.