AshleyBlackmoore

Chapter 5- "Ooh! Can I come? I wanna show (Name) my favorite club!" Luffy asked, suddenly hopping to his feet, seemingly unaffected by all the running they just did. "Weren't you just dying on the ground a minute ago?" (Name) sweat dropped while Marco sighed. "Yes, feel free to come along, the same goes for you Marco." Mr. Dracule rumbled as he headed off behind the school. "Wow." (Name) squeaked. To the far corners of the school grounds stood two two-story buildings and between them was a smaller building. "That's the student dorms, the showers, and over there is the teacher dorms." Luffy pointed out each building's purpose. But that wa

TARGET ACQUIRED. PREPARED TO APPREHEND? "Affirmative." Came (Y/N)'s cold voice. The little machine talking in her head was sometimes hard to dissuade when she wanted to do the exact opposite. Sometimes it was best to just follow the programming in her head and find the loopholes around it so she could find a way out of her situation. Had she not been handed to a scientist Russian couple, she probably would have a completely normal life. (Y/N) currently was crouching on a rooftop of New York City, her eyes narrowing on a limousine as it turned a corner. Her assigned target was in that vehicle and her programming was telling her to go after

(Y/N) took a deep breath. "It's... here." She mumbled to herself, raising her hand upwards into the air to get a better look at it. Perhaps to anyone passing by, it would look like a perfectly normal hand, but what they didn't know was that it had a little attachment they couldn't see. Looking at the pair of scissors on the side-table next to her bed, (Y/N) reached out to grab them, and steadied them to cut the thin pink thread tied to her pinkie and running through her window and somewhere beyond. One snip. Two snips. Four snips. Ten snips. Twelve snips and it wouldn't come off! (Y/N), in a fit of frustration, threw the scissors on the

"I had it handled." Damian clicks his tongue against his teeth in distaste. He was in the process of disarming a man before slamming him to the ground and handcuffing him. (Y/N) had come to Damian's aid two minutes before, having drop kicked a man in the head from the top of a warehouse near the docks. The man had been aiming his gun at Damian and Damian seemed to be occupied. Seemed. Damian still insisted he needed no help. "Friends help friends, don't they?" (Y/N) smirked, smashing a guy's head in with her fist. Sometimes crooks just made it too easy. Way too easy. Maybe it was just the experience or the natural talent for fighting she con

(Y/N) woke by the sound of rustling. Shocked the instant she saw a figure sitting at the side of her bed, she jolted upwards, her heart beating twice as fast than it was when she first woke up. When she was finally able to make out the familiar facial structure of the person sitting beside her, she calmed down a little, pulling a hand over her chest just to make sure her racing heart would calm down too. "Dick?" She called out in a whisper. In a simple movement, Dick leaned forward and took her hand into his. (Y/N) finally noticed the big purple bags underneath his eyes and wondered how long he had been up. She was confused as to why he wo

"I'm sorry I got carried away and -" "It's okay." You told Dick for the ten-billionth time. He worried far too often for your well-being - although he actually had a reason this time you supposed... I mean... for breaking your arm during training and all. He had been quite apologetic the entire weekend. He had presented you with endless assortments of presents which included, stuffed animals, edible arrangements, sorry notes, fruit baskets, and anything else he could think of. By Monday you had an entire room filled with gifts that have still yet to be unwrapped because he kept giving you something every-time you turned to look at him! It wa

It had happened so quickly. You could see the looks on their faces when their heads turned sharply at the noise. The noise itself was loud and attention demanding for anyone who heard it could clearly recognize it to be a dangerous thing. At first you had hoped, prayed, that the shot had missed you despite the piercing ache in your shoulder. It was difficult to register what had happened. Maybe it had been the fog which made things much more unclear or the heavy pressuring air that suddenly made it hard to breath. Yes, anything but the bullet in your shoulder, it had clearly been your own clumsiness that had caused you to fall to the ground

         “What an ugly little doll…” Nami says looking at Kid.         “He’s precious.” You huff. She gives you a look at that.          “You have such weird taste ___.” She shakes her head. You hug Kid to your chest, puffing your cheeks at your friend in response. “You do. I mean hell, you even turned down Ace.” She places a hand on her hip, still unable to believe it still.          “Ace is sweet and all but…” You shrug. “Maybe I prefer red heads.”          “Redheads…. Like Mr. Shanks?” Her eyebrows shoot up.          “

           You were moving a lot faster now checking the map again to make sure you were on the right road. You smile and look ahead determined. A dark brown shape appears ahead and before you can move it crashes into you and you both start tumbling. “I finally found you!” The guy sits up with a grin.          “A werewolf? Did Law send you?” You blink up at him.          “Nope! Smoker left you behind, so I went to your town to find you but you weren’t there, and I lost your scent in the rain and just now found it and you’re here!” He answers helping you up cheerfully. “You smell like yo

        You go through your work shop lost in thought as you look over the prototypes, picking out a Haki rifle. “This’ll come in useful…” You murmur going out.         “Ready?” Law asks.         “Yeah, we’ll be back soon,” You tell the other androids.        “Be careful ___, seems people are getting more antsy.” Urouge gestures to the tv.         “Don’t worry, I’ll try not to draw too much attention. Lets move out Law.” You tell him heading out to the truck and getting in the drivers side. Law climbs in, turning on the GPS.            “They