Da-Zombeh

Well, here I was again; another pointless day that was going to seem to never end and another day of seeing blood, gore, and tears; hearing cries of pain and agony or garbled curses bubbling up from a mans' throat, which was more than likely slit or ripped open. I sigh heavily to myself and wonder why the sound of death is no more music to my ears, although my ears have long since rotted away from my head. I let out a wry laugh. How long has it been since I last found joy in watching a humans' muscles involuntarily twitch and writhe after the heart has stopped beating and the muscles are merely acting on their own accord? Since when was the

Hanna has this really bad habit of taking the hit every time. Apparently it doesn't matter that he's the only human - that he should be the one protected - because every case, without fail, he gets himself hurt making sure no one else does. Shoving them out of the way, throwing himself into a fight he has no chance of winning to give them time... I've never seen {...} look angry before, but he looks downright dangerous when Hanna does something stupid like that. He doesn't yell, but somehow (even though his voice sounds no different to me) whatever he says has some effect on the magic-user; because that pathetic, pitiable smile falters and

Title: Mending Summary: Hanna was good at putting me back together. But it wasn't always me who needed mending. Shameless Hanna/{…} fluff. Rating: PG(13)ish. Characters: Hanna, {…} Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Author's Note: So shoot me, I should be writing my D. Gray-Man fanfiction(s), but I just can't pass up this plot bunny. I love HINABN way too much, and this pairing doubly so. =============================================================================== 1. Hanna was good at mending things.   I noticed this over time, when my brief stay extended into weeks, which then turned to months that Hanna did not seem to