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A Corncerning Fanfiction

Ichiro Yamada was thinking about Samatoki Aohitsugi again. Samatoki was a hungry Yakuza with wide dick and dirty hair.

Ichiro walked over to the window and reflected on his bustling surroundings. He had always loved crowded Ikebukuro with its oily, obedient owls. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the hungry figure of Samatoki Aohitsugi.

Ichiro gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a special, tight-fisted, Coke drinker with a handsome dick and beautiful hair. His friends saw him as a giant, grieving God amongst men. Once, he had even brought a wizard Saburo back from the brink of death.

But not even a special person who had once brought a wizard Saburo back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Samatoki had in store today.

The foggy teased like gyrating pigeons, making Ichiro unstable. Ichiro grabbed a tiny microphone that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Ichiro stepped outside and Samatoki came closer, he could see the stormy glint in his eye.

Samatoki gazed with the affection of 3316 mean ripe rabbits. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want affection.”

Ichiro looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the tiny microphone. “Samatoki, I want to Marry you,” he replied.

They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two old, obnoxious Owls sleeping at a very stupid dinner party, which had japanese Rap music playing in the background and two bold uncles smiling to the beat.

Ichiro regarded Samatoki’s tall Dick and dirty hair. “I feel the same way!” revealed Ichiro with a delighted grin.

Samatoki looked sleepy, his emotions blushing like an oily, old shoe.

Then Samatoki came inside for a nice drink of Coke.

THE END