Title: Beautiful Disaster Artist: Kelly Clarkson Vidder: Tara Characters: Dean, Sam, Lisa and Ben Pairings: Dean/Lisa Spoilers: Up to NRFTW Disclaimer: I own nothing. Summary: Sam's thoughts on his brothers beautiful but broken soul. Brotherly love. Nothing more Watch it at YouTube!   or my website ! Download it at FileFront !

Title : Beautiful disaster Fandom : Rurouni Kenshin (AoshiXKaoru) Genre : General Rating : PG-13 Disclaimer : I don’t own anything from characters to anime itself...a snap? Notes : DISCONTINUED! Uploaded due to readers' requests' Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

CHAPTER THIRTEEN -Of Injuries and Earthworms   With Lo back in my corner, I approached school Tuesday morning with an air of confidence. After all, if one has their best friend by...trip to the hospital for a nice set of stitches.   Progress.   I was making progress, and, at that moment, that was all that really mattered.

CHAPTER TWELVE -Groveling…It Isn’t Anything Like Grover, You Know   As soon as I was released from Jake’s bear hug, I went straight to the phone. I didn’t even bother finding dry...of time.”   She rolled her eyes. “All right, all right. But we’re going to have to head down to the kitchen and grab some Oreos before we start talking. This could take a while.”

Sorry guys-it has been the absolute week from hell here on the home front. My roommates are fighting, have been all summer, and are trying to pull me into the middle. One's already not speaking to...Jake who was my older brother. “Thanks,” I said into his shirt, speaking softly so that he wouldn’t hear.   He heard me anyway. “Anytime.”    

CHAPTER TEN -Paint the Silence   As soon as he had walked out of my bedroom door, I knew that I’d done the right thing for both of us. I knew that I’d made sure that I’d never be... I only knew one thing for certain: my favorite class had suddenly turned into my personal version of hell.   And I only had myself to blame.  

CHAPTER NINE -Eighteen   I woke up the next morning with a raincloud hanging over my head ominously. I rolled over and unceremoniously hit my head on my huge oak headboard. ...the lights.   The phrase ‘I hate my fucking birthday’ was the last thing to cross my mind before I fell into a troubled sleep, a pair of blue-green eyes haunting me in the night.

CHAPTER EIGHT, Part Two -Life Drawing   Twenty minutes later I breezed into biology and took a seat at my desk, dropping my bag to the floor beside me before pulling my biology book...we’ll start working on the organs on Monday, I guess?” I didn’t wait for an answer before fleeing into the classroom, leaving him behind as the bell started to ring somewhere in the distance.

CHAPTER EIGHT, Part One -Six Weeks Later…   After the first day that we went through in our “civility”, things seemed to get a little better-or, at least, a little less awkward than...to accompany Zits McGee—“ our common name for Rick Holmgren, “back to detention, again .”   She nodded and the two of us took the short trip to homeroom, arm in arm once more.

CHAPTER SEVEN -Interphase   It was with much dragging of feet and expressive sighs that I finally found my way into the biology classroom. Had I not made the agreement I had, I was...catch me? I thought, puzzled. I shook it off and headed for the front of the classroom, intent on thinking of biology…   And only biology.