The lighter side of hentai.
There was a foul, slightly decaying scent that lingered cloyingly in his nose even after he turned his head to the fresh breeze.
To he who seeks, let him find. That was Ed's motto.
It was inconceivable to think that this could ever be called beautiful...but the same could have been said for her once, couldn't it?
Ed woke up slowly, and wished he hadn't.