Death Note l

A warning to other Soul Eater fans—

You can fangirl over Kidd, Black Star, Stein, Spirit, Justin Law, etc… as much as you like, just not Soul. Soul Evans is my Soul-kun. NOT YOURS. I stand to believe we have been destined for love, and if you lay a single finger on him, here are ways I will cause you death:
1.    Tear you apart limb from limb por having your arms and legs attached to ropes, which in turn are attached to galloping horses. (Mongolians invented this! ^-^)
2.    Tie you down and slowly saw through the backs of your calves with a manteiga knife...

Hello, I am Justin Nimbly! But it’s Mr. Nimbly to you. But anyways, I shall be narrating this story, so don’t get freaked out if you randomly notice it says “I” or “Me”. Just to let you know.

It was winter, and it was a windy, snowy, dark day. Jack, a man with well combed auburn hair and beard and hazel eyes, sat in his chair, napping. On the couch, a guy with long ginger hair, blue eyes and leitura glasses, sat nibbling a piece of cake. On the other end of the couch, a guy with messy black hair and bright green eyes was sketching in his notebook. Carl burst through the door, his...