myOtaku.com: Zakuro Rose

Introduction

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm Zakuro Rose. You may call me Zakuro, Rose or ZR for short. I'm a girl with a hint of tomboyish-ness and is a bit eccentric.

I usually write about the two main characters from a light novel I am making that I hope will be published and turned into an anime someday. Please do not steal or copy any of my stories, drawings, original characters, or plot ideas (I'm really lenient with this one, so if you really want to use it just do something to make it distinctive) without my permission.

I do take requests for stories and artwork, but please remember they are only requests. Please go here to see things that you should keep in mind when placing a request. An agreed request might take along time to finish since I procrastinate, am lazy, and have to be in a writing/drawing mood. I also do trades! Please go here to place a request or trade.

I also have a wide taste in music. I like hard rock, alternative rock, rapcore, and alternative and nu metal. Some of my favorite bands are Linkin Park, Papa Roach and My Chemical Romance.

Updates

Hey guys. A couple weeks ago, I was aigned to make a scary story in my Creative Writing class. So, please read and tell me what you think.
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“Let the bodies hit the floor…Let the bodies hit the floor… Let the bodies hit the floor…Let the bodies hit the floor…” Those words softly kept going through Hector’s head. Yet, it sounded like someone was whispering it to him.

Hector was in a room. It was dark with the only light illuminating the place was from the moon shinning through the window. Hector could hear the breathing of people tied up on the floor. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife in its case. He slowly pulled the knife with a drop-point edge out of the case. Hector grabbed the shoulder to the person closest to him, and stabs him repeatedly in the back. After about 15 stabs, the victim’s heart stopped and his body hit the floor.

Hector thought backwards in time. He remembered that he has always been bullied and came home most of the time beaten up. Finally, at his junior year in High School, he was fed up. But what drove me to this? he wondered. The only person he told when he was just thinking about just killing them was to a friend, a girl, who was very quiet. A few days later, before he knew it, he was researching where some of the bullies lived so he could kill them.

Three more victims met the same fate as the first. Now, the bodies lay on the ground lifeless. Hector looked upon his work. Realizing at what he had done, Hector collapsed. He lay on the floor for several minutes in shock, running the previous events in his head.

“Let the bodies hit the floor… Let the bodies hit the floor…! Let the bodies hit the floor!” The words came to Hector again, louder every time. But this time, it really sounded like someone was saying it to him. He sat up and looked behind him. A girl, around the age 18, was standing behind him. She wore a black mask that covered the upper half of her face; the mask was eerie looking and had a blue piece over each eye, which made her look evil.

“Who are you?” Hector asked. The girl didn’t do anything; she just stood there looking at Hector. Out of a mixture of fear and hate, Hector quickly stood up and shoved the girl. She quickly and easily regained her footing.

“Push me again…..” the girl said. She reached under her trench coat and pulled out a gun that was strapped to her right thigh and points it at Hector’s head. Sirens and screeching from police cars were heard from outside. The girl lowered her gone as Hector went to the window and looked outside. He saw that the police were surrounding the building. Hector backed from the window, scared. “This is the end…” the girl said. The girl smiled and started to chant, “Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor…”

Hector put the knife back in its case and into his pocket, and ran out the door. After several runs through hallways and climbing several flights of stairs, he was finally able to climb out a window and sneak out the building. All the while the chant kept going through his head, louder than ever. “Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor!”

Hector ran down the street. He came to another apartment building, and ran inside. He passes everyone in the lobby, occasionally making some people fall to the ground. He climbed a couple flights of stairs and went into room 1003; another set of bullies. He cut out all the lights, tackled the people inside, and used things he found in the room to bind them.

Suddenly, he had a feeling that the girl was standing behind him again. He turns, around, and, sure enough, she was there. Hector was terrified now, and only increased when he hears the police surrounding the apartment building he was in.

“What do you want from me?!” Hector yelled.

“Skin against skin…blood and bone. You’re all by yourself…but you’re not alone. You wanted in…and…now you’re here. You’re driven by hate…now consumed by fear…..” The girl smirked.

Hector was shaking with fear. “Who… are you?” he choked.

Now she smiled evilly. “Let the bodies hit the floor… Let the bodies hit the floor…! Let the bodies hit the floor… Let the bodies hit the floor…!” she chants in whispers.

Possessed, Hector starts to stab the four new victims to death. Hector was about to start stabbing the fourth, but the girl grabbed his wrist as he was pulling back his arm. They both heard the SWAT team swarm the lobby of the apartment. The girl pulls out her gun again and holds it to the head of the fourth victim. She shoots him at a point blank range.

Now both Hector and the girl were covered with blood. However, the blood begins to dissipate off the girl. Now both of them could hear the Swat team moving up the stairs. The girl released Hector’s wrist and he quickly pulled back and tried to stab the girl. She stopped him by grabbing Hector’s wrist with her left hand, inches in front of her face. She put her gun back in its holster and let go of his wrist. She stepped back. Hector noticed that the blood that was on the girl completely dissipated.

“Let the bodies hit the floor… Let the bodies hit the floor… Let the bodies hit the floor…!” the girl began to whisper. Hector collapsed again, and held his head in fear. “Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor!”

The SWAT team breaks into the apartment room, runs past the girl, and holds Hector against the wall and searches for weapons. Two guard the door, while others search the room for survivors. They put hand cuffs on Hector.

Suddenly, as a last ditch effort, yells out, “It wasn’t me! I was being controlled by the girl over there!”

“Yeah, right,” one of the SWAT team members said. Hector managed to look behind him, and the girl was gone.
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So, what do ya think? This is actually version 3 of the scary story. Yeah, I tossed out the last 2 ideas for not being scary enough. Oh, the unnamed girl's name is Hell Kaiser (yeah, after me).

I got the idea from the song "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" by Drowning Pool. I listened to the song off Youtube over and over again while writing the story. Here's the song for you people who never heard the song. If you listen to the lyrics, it goes malong with the story nicely (especially if you can read REALLY fast so when your done with the story, the song is over.) Yes, I used alot of lines from the lyics in the story.

Well, cya. Have a nice...uhhh... life. ^_^

Artwork and Story Requests

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Your request is more likely to be accepted if it is about a anime, manga or game I know of. Go here and look under the section "My Favorite Characters from Anime, Manga, Comic, and Video Games" to find out about shows I know and favorite characters. And if you want to get an idea of how/what I write, look under “Author’s Notes” in the above link.

No yaoi or yuri, or anything of the like

I am not very good with love stories (drawings are okay), in my opinion. I can try though. I do not do nudity or strong sexual content (especially in drawings). I can do light sexual content, but it will be nothing more than barely PG-13. In short, no hentai but some ecchi.

I warn you, I'm no good with animals

Be specific in what you want or else what you don't mention is up to me.

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