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Nabari no Ou Fans!!!

kinky_carter — Wed, 22 Aug 2012 12:39:26 GMT

For the fans!!!

http://kouichi--x--rokujo.deviantart.com/
http://yoite--x--miharu.deviantart.com/
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[FIC] 100 Days 011-015

the_myrah — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 05:27:01 GMT

Notes: I was really sick when I wrote these-- so sick, that me and all of my friends and teachers were genuienly worried that I was going to die. Obviously I didn't, but during my recovering I dropped the ball and stopped writing these drabbles. Thankfully, I'm better now and I can finally work on this project again. So thank you to all the people who looked out for me and supported me during November 2009!

011: RED (1/10)

Later, Yoite wouldn't remember what they'd been arguing about. All he knew was that raising his voice had been a bad idea.

He hacked into his gloves, splattering them with blood, and doubled over from his chest's convulsions. He could hear Yukimi yelling, but with no oxygen to his brain everything was getting foggy.

Later, Yoite would be horribly embarrassed, but at the time he was too tired to care that he was breaking his own number one rule.

Yoite collapsed and fell forward into Yukimi, who immediately wrapped his arms around him and held him up. He coughed and coughed until he thought his lungs were torn beyond repair. Finally, he was able to breath, and he leaned against Yukimi, panting. His cheek pressed into something wet, and when he opened his eyes, they were met with red.

"...I got blood on your shirt," he mumbled.

One of Yukimi's hands was running up and down Yoite's back. "Tch. Just be more careful next time."

"...Aa." He closed his eyes again, too weary to get up.

Later, Yoite would blame the blood loss. It was the only explanation he had for his lack of protest when Yukimi pulled him closer to hold him.

012: ORANGE (2/10)

When Yoite woke, it took him several moments to figure out where he was. It was the picture frame on the dresser that signaled alarms in his blurry mind.

This was Yukimi's room, Yukimi's bed.

Yoite pushed himself up onto his arms, struggling beneath the weight of the comforter. He'd gotten a foot on the floor when the man himself opened the door, bearing a tray on one arm. Yukimi narrowed his eyes.

"Don't even think about it."

Yukimi set the tray on the dresser, then bent down to grab Yoite by the ankle and swing his leg back onto the bed. Yoite opened his mouth to protest, but wound up coughing instead.

"See? Damn brat." Yukimi pushed Yoite's shoulder, forcing him back down. "Just rest."

Breath finally under control, Yoite got some words out. "There's field work—"

"You think I don't know?" Yukimi was examining a new box of cough syrup from the tray. "You're in no condition to work today. Raikou volunteered to fill in for you and give me a hand."

Raikou did? Yoite watched the older ninja pour out two tablespoons of the glossy liquid in quiet disbelief. Why would Raikou do that? More warning bells rang in his deafening ears.

Yukimi held out the spoon and Yoite reluctantly opened his mouth to accept the medicine. "That Tenpa-kun of his is staying here to make sure you stay in bed. And Kazuho is coming over to see you when her shift at the restaurant ends."

Yoite would've glared, but he found he was too tired to manage it. He turned his head away, hand clenching the sheets. He'd finally identified the source of the rising sense of danger in his stomach.

These people weren't supposed to care for him.

013: YELLOW (3/10)

When he was eight, he'd gotten the flu. Every part of him had ached, and he'd been too scared to fall asleep because he worried he'd stop breathing. On the second day, Tsukasa heard him sneezing and came down to the basement with miso soup and medicine he'd bought from the drug store with his allowance. He visited again on the third day, and on the fourth, and on the fifth Tsukasa became sick as well.

After that, he was denied food for a week and Tsukasa was no longer allowed in the basement where the shinigami dwelled.

Yoite wondered when Yukimi and all the others would realized that all he could do was cause pain.

"Here."

Yoite turned his head and came face-to-face with a steaming mug of lemonade. He accepted it from Yukimi, wrapping his hands around it tightly, but didn't drink.

"After the mission, I'm supposed to stop by the editor's office to pick up some materials."

Yoite nodded, sinking a little further into the pillows.

Yukimi screwed the top back onto the cough syrup and picked up the tray. "But I'm gonna come back here and make chikuzenni instead, so you'd better be well enough to eat it."

He couldn't stop himself from turning to stare at the man. Yukimi scowled awkwardly and headed out of the room. "Okay? So get some sleep."

Yoite lifted the lemonade to his lips to conceal his grin.

014: GREEN (4/10)

After that, Yoite slept through most of the day.

He dreamed of baseball diamonds- sheer green and the same length down every side. Yoite had always thought there was something perfect about them. Or perhaps that had been Tsukasa. Yoite had never been able to live up to the symmetry of a baseball diamond, nor could he aim to achieve Tsukasa's status as normal. He didn't resent him for it; that was just the nature of things.

Yoite woke some time around noon. Yukimi had left with Raikou, and Gau could be heard cleaning in the living room, grumbling about the mess. Yoite listened for a while, but the weight of Yukimi's comforter on his chest tugged him back to sleep.

He dreamed of Miharu, bright eyes watching him carefully, though Yoite didn't know what kind of care it was or where it came from. Miharu was telling him something, but he couldn't hear. Nevertheless, Yoite found he couldn't be concerned about whatever it was he'd missed. He just trailed alongside Miharu, the tall grass blowing against his knees, and didn't bother to hurry.

Yoite woke again sometime in the evening. Raikou's head was hovering over him, smiling gently and telling him that the chikuzenni was nearly done and that Yukimi-senpai would worry if Yoite-kun didn't eat.

He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but next he found himself kneeling at the table, staring down into a big bowl of chikuzenni. Yoite blinked. He never ate at the table.

Then again, he usually never slept in a bed either.

It was all strange, but Yoite found he was calm. He began to eat- slowly for him- with Kazuho on one side and Yukimi on the other. Raikou was kneeling across the table from him, with Gau eating on the couch just behind the samurai. The chikuzenni was good, too good to ruin by questioning the domesticity of the entire scene.

He could let it trouble him some other time.

0015: BLUE (5/10)

Yoite was weightless, as though he was being lifted into the sky. It felt like dying.

Yoite panicked, opening his eyes and grasping a hold of the first thing his hands found.

A shirt.

"Oi. Relax, we're almost there."

His chest heaved. Yoite stared down at the floor, then twisted his neck around to find Yukimi's face in the dark.

"...Put me down."

The man ignored him, nudging the door open with his foot and crossing the small room smoothly before depositing Yoite onto the bed.

"I don't want to sleep here."

Yukimi pushed him down by the shoulder and threw the comforter over his head.

"Just another night, alright?"

Yoite glowered beneath the heavy blanket.

There was a pause, then the corner of the mattress dipped where Yukimi sat.

"Sleep is good for you, and good sleep works best. Understand? ...Everyone's been worried, so get better, you damn brat."

The bed rose up again. There was the briefest of touches to Yoite's covered head, then the door clicked closed and there was nothing but the quiet of the night.

There was a tightness in Yoite's chest that had nothing to do with his illness. Yoite almost didn't recognize the feeling.

He wanted to cry.

He closed his eyes instead.

[FIC] 100 Days 006-010

the_myrah — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 03:52:30 GMT

006: HOURS

In the early days, Yoite spent all of his non-assignment time crouched in the corner of Yukimi's living room. Hours would pass, and Yukimi would return from his surface job and find that Yoite hadn't moved an inch since he'd left.

"Don't you get bored? Find something to do, you're wasting your time. Tch!"

All Yoite had was time.

When Yukimi was there- typing, cooking, cleaning, nodding off in his computer chair and about to fall over- Yoite spend the hours watching. He'd track the man's hand as it brushed through his hair, observe the way he hunched his shoulders tensely, follow him with his eyes as he crossed the room with soft, firm footfalls. Yoite was sure Yukimi could sense his staring- he was a ninja, after all- but he never commented.

Yoite studied Yukimi. He'd never had the chance to watch a man closely before. His father had never been home and he wasn't often allowed outside. When Hattori took him in, all the nurses treating him had been female, and he had trained alone. So, he paid close attention to Yukimi's movements and practiced mimicking them in the dark.

It was time well spent.

If he was ever going to make the hesitant questions and backward glances stop, he'd have to pass as something. Yoite didn't know what he was, and in the early days, Yukimi was the closest example of "normal" that he had.

007: WAFFLES

Yoite stared at the soft, square, spongy things stacked in front of him.

"Uh, what exactly are these?" Yukimi asked, poking his portion with a fork.

Gau shot him a dirty look. "They're waffles, of course. Haven't you ever had them?"

Raikou was already delicately dissecting his waffles into smaller squares, eating silently.

Yukimi leaned back on his palms. "I don't like Western food that much."

Brandishing a spatula, Gau growled. "Well, they're not for you anyway! I made them for Yoite-kun's birthday."

Yoite looked up from his food. Birthday? Yoite himself didn't even know for sure when exactly he'd been born.

It'd never been celebrated before.

Gau caught Yoite's heavy gaze and flushed. "You don't- you don't have to eat them if you don't want to! I just wanted to try out the new iron I bought and there's no point in only making enough batter for two people! And your file said today was your birthday, so-" He made a huffing noise and folded his arms, eyes directed determinedly at Yukimi's note-covered wall.

Raikou swallowed, then said softly, "They're good."

Gau flushed darker.

Yoite sat and tried to remember his age. Was he turning sixteen, or had he already been that old? Maybe he was already eighteen and he hadn't even noticed.

Yukimi took a bite of his waffle and frowned in distaste. Setting his fork aside, he pushed his plate over to Yoite before standing and stretching. "Thank for breakfast, but I'm not that hungry." He paused, then looked down at Yoite and rubbed the back of his neck. "Happy Birthday."

Yoite stabbed his fork through the top waffle and bit a large chunk out of it.

It was his first.

008: SILENCE

Yoite knew three kinds of silence.

One: the sound that reached his ears too often lately. Yoite could see their mouths move and feel the vibrations in the air, but he did not know what was being said, except for the barest phrases.

Lip reading became an essential skill.

Two: the noise Yukimi made when he was worried. Yukimi's hand would clutch his temple and he'd stare down at Yoite and open his mouth, but words always seem to fail him. Instead, he would just growl something then point to the food on his plate, or the medicine on the counter, or the couch he was always trying to get him to sleep on. Yoite wished he knew what the man was going to say, but he thought he had a pretty good idea, based upon the way Yukimi would kneel down and check his temperature when he thought Yoite was finally drifting off.

Yoite always tried his hardest not to lean into the kind touch.

Three: the gift Miharu had given him. Yoite waited and waited for the questions to come from Miharu's lips. He knew exactly what they would be, knew the answers to the wondering in Miharu's eyes. But Miharu always bowed his head and looked away, somehow understanding that Yoite couldn't bear to speak of any of it.

That silence meant more to him than the whole world, and he feared what would happen should he break it.

009: TECHNOLOGY

Yukimi must've figured out that he couldn't hear anything over the phone, because he always messaged Yoite instead.

Yoite squinted at the tiny screen. This was the ninth. He almost pressed the button that would let him read it, but thought better of it and flipped the cover closed. He clenched the small phone to his chest, and wondered when Miharu would be back with the food.

Yoite knew that Yukimi was no doubt frustrated by Yoite's ignoring him. But he couldn't reply to the messages if he didn't read them, and Yoite didn't think he could bear to see what the text had to say.

He regretted accepting the cell phone. This tangible proof that Yukimi was concerned... he didn't know what to do with it.

0010: COOKING

Yoite never would've expected that Yukimi knew how to cook. It seemed too... domestic of a chore for the older ninja to perform. Not that Yukimi cooked often- usually his time was spent either typing on his computer or out on assignment, whether it be for the surface world or not- and when he did, he sped through the process, skipping steps and turning up the temperature haphazardly. But the ending product was always good, and the apartment would smell like food for the rest of the day.

Yoite liked it when Yukimi cooked. He was surprised to find that he didn't even mind that much when Yukimi made him help.

"Oi, don't just sit there like some big rock, get over here and chop these carrots."

Yoite rose wordlessly and cast a glance at the pile of vegetables waiting for his knife. He shed his gloves- while Yukimi indulged nearly all of his habits, Yoite had quickly learned that he was not allowed to prepare food with his gloves on- and washed his hands, ignoring the discoloration that had begun at his fingertips.

Yoite had no idea what they were cooking, but whatever Yukimi was frying on the stove smelled nice.

Yoite's step-mother had always told him that he wasn't allowed to cook- his hands were to dirty, and it wasn't like Yoite was going to get to eat any of it anyway.

Yukimi always demanded that he helped.

Yoite picked up the first carrot and got lost in the chopping and the surreality of it all.

[FIC] 100 Days 001-005

the_myrah — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 23:01:12 GMT

Note: These drabbles have already been posted to my fanfiction.net account. They were posted there long ago. I started this drabble project over a year ago (?) with the intent of writing 100 drabbles in 100 days. However, life happened and my health failed me and I just got completely out of my rhythm. Part of my new year's resolution is to finish this project. And so, I'm posting the old drabbles to my (previously unused) LJ and to some nabari communities in order to get pumped for January 1st. Starting then, I'll be writing one a day and posting to my FF account and every five days I'll post the latest bunch to my LJ. That's the plan anyway. With all that said... if you're an old reader, I apologize and if you're a new reader, I hope you enjoy. These drabbles are about Yoite's last days, though they are not in any sort of chronological order and some of them are obviously AU. Expect unproportionate amounts of Yukimi (he's my favorite), but Miharu and the rest of the gang will be stopping by too.

001: DISEASE (1/3)

It hadn't been Yoite's idea. He'd been quite content to stand over the kitchen sink and try to wash the blood out of his gloves. The cloth was brown and blood dried brown, so it didn't really matter much. But it gave him a good reason not to look at Yukimi.

He'd been the one to call Kazuho and interrupt Yoite's washing. The two blondes had hovered over him, the sister taking his temperature and pressing a stethoscope against his chest while Yukimi waited with arms folded, trying to look aloof.

Now, the siblings hung back, murmuring in the living room. Yoite reached out with a discolored hand to turn off the water, straining his ears to listen.

"...hard to say... decades since the last Kira user..."

"...how long?"

"...tough, but... maybe four months if..."

Yoite picked up his wet gloves, wringing them into the sink. He decided not to tell them that he'd actually started coughing up blood two weeks ago.

002: MIDDLE (2/3)

There was no statistical data, but Yoite had always been good with numbers. From his best estimate, the average ninja lived to be late thirties, early forties at best. Competent ninjas, at least- there was no telling the fates that would befall ninjas who were less than so. By the time they reached the middle of their human lives, the average ninja either got killed on duty due to slowed reflexes and a weaker body, or retired and spent the rest of their days aching from old wounds.

Yoite was in the middle of his ninja career, more or less. Of course, he'd only actually been a ninja for a couple of years, but no matter. Yoite wasn't interested in the fine details.

Sixteen years old. Yoite did the math as he pulled his still damp gloves on.

If he was lucky, he might have another hundred days.

003: DELIRIOUS (3/3)

Kazuho finally left from her latest impromptu house call after making Yukimi swear to feed Yoite three times a day and informing Yoite himself that she'd be bringing new pills for him by Thursday. Yukimi sighed when she left, rubbing his forehead. "I've got to go eat out for my article. What do you want me to bring you back?"

Yoite brushed past the older ninja, crouching down in his usual corner of the room. "Yakitori." He folded his legs up to his chin and wrapped his arms around them before letting his cheek rest atop his knees.

Yukimi lowered his hand. "Oi. If you're going to sleep, why don't you do it in a bed?"

Yoite shifted his head so that his bangs fell into his eyes. There was only one bed- Yukimi's. He decided not to grace the inane suggestion with a comment. Something caught in his chest and he coughed instead. No blood this time.

"Or at least the couch. You don't have to sleep on the floor, you know."

Yoite stared at Yukimi through his hair. The man huffed, turning to gather up the bag with all his surface job gear. "Damn brat. Just trying to look out for you."

Yoite reached his conclusion as Yukimi slammed the front door closed.

He was delirious.

004: AUTUMN

Leaves littered the steps. Yoite could hear Miharu's shoes crunching through the dead things up ahead. Yoite's own feet had stilled somewhere during the climb.

Usually, he liked it when the weather went cold. People stopped giving his coat and gloves strange looks when autumn came around, and by the time winter settled in most people had joined him in wearing layers.

Now though, the cold air bit at his chest, squeezing his worn lungs and making him double over and clutch his knees as he tried to breathe.

"Yoite...?"

He lifted his head. Miharu stared down at him, eyes the only green thing for miles around.

"Are you okay?"

Yoite knew the answer to that, but he wasn't going to say it.

"Can you keep going?"

He nodded. The wind started to pick up. Miharu reached out and Yoite grabbed his hand and let Miharu pull him up the rest of the steps as all the red, gold, and brown blew around him.

005: OUTSIDES

Yoite had stubbornly remained in his soaked clothes until the man from the station finally went to bed. Miharu knelt down in front of him and whispered, "You need to change, you're going to get sick."

"Doesn't matter." He was already sick.

"Yoite..." Miharu reached out as though to touch him, but hesitated. "You can change in the bathroom. And it's dark out here. I won't look."

Yoite tightened his arms around his legs. The rain had chilled him all the way to the bones and he could tell that his fever was worsening. Miharu hadn't said it, but Yoite read it in his face: you promised me you wouldn't die.

Silently, he rose to his feet, toed his shoes off, and stripped his gloves. He considered his options. He didn't want Miharu to see his body, but the bathroom was sure to have a mirror...

Yoite carried the clothes the man had left into the bathroom. He locked the door behind himself, but didn't turn the light on. Eyes closed, he unbuttoned his coat and dragged his clinging sweater over his head. He was out of his pants and into the dry pair in a matter of seconds. It was in the middle of tugging the new shirt on that morbid curiosity possessed him.

Yoite raised his head up and stared into mirror, eyes clinically examining the spread of discoloration across his chest. The dark, bruise-like patches didn't disturb him like they should've. Yoite had never liked his body. When he was younger, the doctors had studied his reproductive organs inside and out and deemed him to be mostly female But as he got older, no period ever came and breasts failed to take shape- his shoulders widened and his voice dropped instead.

Yoite went to clasp his scarred neck, but his hand jerked in reflex to cover his mouth as he choked on blood.

All his body ever did was betray him.

I have a fic!

lilrand0m_chik — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 11:09:01 GMT

I haven't written for Nabari for a while now, but here we are :

Amour

Please comment~

* Nabari no Ou * Part 2 *

amethyst_and_i — Sun, 31 May 2009 14:26:57 GMT

* Nabari no Ou * Part 2 *
[50 icons]
[100*100]
[If you use my icons please credit.]

more here.

badninja — Sun, 03 May 2009 11:32:53 GMT

nabari no ou - six
soul eater - eleven

samples:

rules: none of these are bases. do not edit them.

comment and credit ( badninja ) if you use. i would love to know where my icons are being used.

thank you <3

follow to the icons -> And he was thinking to himself, this could be heaven, or this could be hell. <- follow to the icons

Feed Me with Anyone/Miharu Prompts Please!!

lilrand0m_chik — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 10:31:10 GMT

I'm in the mood for writing some Nabari Prompts, but I just can't think of anything good @_@

So can all of you give me some prompts of any pairing involving Miharu?

Have as many as you want and I will most likely get to it with drabbles =D
So please, everyone! <33

This will really help me get in an unexpectant mood and characterization.

You can just put it in this format:

Your Name: (so I know who to dedicate it to <3)

Pairing: (please with Miharu ^^!)
Prompt: (there can even be a link to a picture)

Preference: anything else you want to say?
i.e fluff, making out, smut, au Whatever =]

Thank You!!

* Nabari no Ou *

amethyst_and_i — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 15:59:04 GMT

* Nabari no Ou *
[55 icons]
100*100

more here.

Nabari no Ou icons

umarekawareru — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 20:46:20 GMT

[16] Axis Powers Hetalia
[8] Code Geass
[4] Death Note
[15] Gundam 00
[13] Nabari no Ou
~~[12] Persona3~~

& others here @ themafiahouse

new comm...

lilrand0m_chik — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 05:58:08 GMT

Sorry about pimping, but very recently, a new community had opened up.

**The Nindo Fanfiction Community**
[Nabari no Ou Fanfiction]

As for now it is strictly Yaoi aka Shonen Ai.

If you're interested, please go to the lInk.

nindofanfiction

Hello

another_inferno — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 23:37:02 GMT

Icons icons icons ~

HERE @ extremeicons

OST 2?

lexi_nyanko — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 13:31:29 GMT

Hello everyone! n.n/

I'd like to ask for some help: could anyone guide me to a place where I could download the 2nd OST of the anime? I couldn't find a torrent for it anywhere...TT^TT

Thank you in advance~ <3

EDIT: Thank you nana_70 !!! x3

First post an spoiler in regards to Ch 50...

rubysp720 — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 13:51:36 GMT

......

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO YOITE DID NOT HAPPEN!!!

T_______________________T

Sorry. I just read the latest chapter and I'm totally heartbroken. *mourns* Miharu/Yoite...

also, apologies for excessive capitals... ;_;

elevenses — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 01:29:11 GMT

IT'S BACK.

nabari_awards.

That's right. After an extended absence by the mod (*cough*), nabari_awards is back! And it's a weekly icontest now, not biweekly. So come join! New themes will start on Friday.

kinky_carter — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 08:40:01 GMT

For the fans.

http://kouichi-x-rokujo.deviantart.com/
http://yoite-x-miharu.deviantart.com/
http://raikou-x-gau.deviantart.com/

DVD 1 !

nana_70 — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:11:17 GMT

Hello !

The first DVD of Nabari no Ou on sale tomorrow at Japan ! :D ♥

CLIC !

The cover is awesome... !

Brand New Nabari No Ou Message Boards

twirble — Sat, 31 May 2008 17:25:00 GMT

I though we had a real need for some NBO boards, so I made em. You just need to register, and then post all you like. Please create all the threads you like as well. There are some limited rules in the "Board Issues" thread that you should read, but we will make them as we go.

Here is the link-

Hijutsu.com

Also, raythebishie created a YoiteXMiharu livejournal community.

YoiteXMiharu

Desktop Set

narutonokitsune — Thu, 08 May 2008 22:54:07 GMT

I made a desktop set w/a background/matching winamp skin and 5 icons. Plz check them out!
Its Miharu X Yoite

My Desktop

Fanlisting

angel_katsumi — Thu, 01 May 2008 14:22:35 GMT

Hello!! :)
I found out Nabari no Ou from some weeks, but I read all the volumes and the episodes available! *__*
I fell in love with Yoite and Miharu! *-* But the female character I like the most is Raimei! I dedicated a fanlisting to her, and I'd like to show it to you! :D

Feel free to join if you are a far of this marvelous character! *-*

(x posted: nabari_no_ou)

[request] Nabari no Ou Manga Scanlations

yaya_chan — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 12:08:26 GMT

TwT" hello~ I 'm searching th Nabari no Ou Scanlations ~ Vol. 1 - ??
where can i find them ;__; ?
sry my english sucks v.v

scans

thisiscyrene — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 10:22:59 GMT

Hello everyone. Er, I was wondering if it was alright to post things related to the anime as well as the manga? If not I'll go ahead and delete this. For now, I have a really pretty scan from last month's issue of Animage. They put out a little guide book for the new anime series this spring. Nabari no Ou had this really pretty color spread. Hope you enjoy, and nice to meet you.

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[Discussion] Nabari no Ou vol.7 + Kouichi wallpaper

murasaki_kaze — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 15:19:07 GMT

Anyone else have vol.7 yet? I just picked it up yesterday and I'm dying to talk to someone about it.

If anyone is interested, I've made a Kouichi wallpaper based on the vol.7 cover. There's a link to a 1440x900 version here and I'll make different sizes if people would like, just let me know.

x-posted to nabari_no_ou

New Member

sasaki_cain — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 23:31:17 GMT

Hi everyone! I just joined in and was wondering if anyone would be willing to upload volume 1-5 with mediafire.
All the sendspace links don't work anymore so I was hoping some could possibly upload again. Don't care if it's raw
or not, so please can someone upload it.

2007 Japanese Manga Summer Sale

jigoku_no_hana — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 02:41:25 GMT

Hi everyone!

I am selling the Volume 5 First Pressing Nabari no Ou Japanese Manga. It comes with a 2007 desktop calendar. Below is a preview picture.

Please click on the picture to go to where the manga is.

Or, you can click (HERE) to see all of the items I am selling this summer.

Thanks for having a look!