"Stop."
"No, I won't." There came a muffled voice.
Tezuka groaned. "We are here to study."
"But.."
"Fuji..." he stifled a gasp as he felt Fuji's wet tongue tickling his nipple. How did it come to this, he sighed.
It's raining, come to my place. You need to study, don't you?
Tezuka had been busy lately: exams, tennis practices, scheduling matches, discussing with Inui about each players' weakness and strengths, observing Ryoma's progress - and trying to avoid Fuji's unnoticed advances - only visible to Tezuka - during each practice.
And all Fuji did was suggested going up to his room and offer a cup of nice, warm tea.
Tezuka was tired. Very tired. As he listened absently of Fuji's accounts of Oshitari's verbal advances as to where his racket was, capturing shots of Ryoma and wondering how he would look like if he had no clothes on, he felt a warm breath on his skin and the gentle touch of fingertips playing lightly on his uniform, slowly prying each button apart, slowly removing it..
But Tezuka Kunimitsu - the captain of Seigaku tennis club and the model student in academics - was numb with weariness...all he could feel was the inviting warm breath in his ear and the soft weight on his thighs, exactly in the middle, gently rocking his member to soothe his tired lover.
Without knowing, Tezuka found himself sprawled naked.
"Fuji-" he tried to distract, mustering all the strenth he can get -"the rain has stopped."
A soft inviting moan..Tezuka..
He couldn't let go. He just couldn't.
And he wouldn't.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
a vampire story: Chap 3
"I wonder how long has it been..."
"Centuries."
The spaced-out azure blue eyes shot a burning glance at me and I thought the world would end - now.
He sighed relunctantly as he regained his composure. "I hate interviews, really," his voice drifted into a soft tone, his chin everas he trailed circles with his delicate forefinger on the matt surface of the table.
I tried to be diplomatic. "It is hard to be a star." However it is fascinating being one of the most talked-about celebrities. Holograms of him springing everywhere, announcing his arrival - when all he ever wanted was to maintain a low-profile.
"Centuries.." He let out another sigh. "Yes, it's been long.." His voice was strong as he regained his composure again. "It all happened when I was in school."
"S-s-schoool..?" my voice constricted to a squeak as the azure-blue eyes shot a glance at me again.
"I was human then."
I was perspiring profusely. "N-no, really sir, that's not what I meant," I stammered.
He opened his mouth to continue but I thought I needed to tell him. "Vampires are human too!"
There. I said it. What I felt, what I thought. Seeing the questioning look in his eyes I dared myself to continue, "Vampires have every right to live just as they are! I mean, there are blood pills now."
His voice was slient yet sharp, slicing the very air that I was breathing, "But there weren't any then, were they?"
"No-" I had to get this straight -"Food chain! It's normal...really. I-"
"Blast you, boy!" A voice boomed so loud in my ears that my head was throbbing and the world jerked forth, my vision was blinded - I really couldn't breathe. It was then I realised he gripped onto the neck of my shirt. No, I must stand on my ground, I told myself, get a hold, tell him! "It is.." I gasped out my words, "normal."
The world spun around me as I caught my first whiff of fresh air and I was coughing - I could spurt out blood if I want to.
"school."
His voice sounded like an impatient - but sullen - teacher. I did my best to lift my heavy head in the midst of the red-and-black countless spots that were filling my vision.
"I apologise for my impulsive behaviour." His voice lowered. "You are right. It is hard for me to accept this..this-" his gesture was near to extreme agitation- "'food chain'."
"School.." I tried my best to distract him.
"Ah yes."
"Centuries."
The spaced-out azure blue eyes shot a burning glance at me and I thought the world would end - now.
He sighed relunctantly as he regained his composure. "I hate interviews, really," his voice drifted into a soft tone, his chin everas he trailed circles with his delicate forefinger on the matt surface of the table.
I tried to be diplomatic. "It is hard to be a star." However it is fascinating being one of the most talked-about celebrities. Holograms of him springing everywhere, announcing his arrival - when all he ever wanted was to maintain a low-profile.
"Centuries.." He let out another sigh. "Yes, it's been long.." His voice was strong as he regained his composure again. "It all happened when I was in school."
"S-s-schoool..?" my voice constricted to a squeak as the azure-blue eyes shot a glance at me again.
"I was human then."
I was perspiring profusely. "N-no, really sir, that's not what I meant," I stammered.
He opened his mouth to continue but I thought I needed to tell him. "Vampires are human too!"
There. I said it. What I felt, what I thought. Seeing the questioning look in his eyes I dared myself to continue, "Vampires have every right to live just as they are! I mean, there are blood pills now."
His voice was slient yet sharp, slicing the very air that I was breathing, "But there weren't any then, were they?"
"No-" I had to get this straight -"Food chain! It's normal...really. I-"
"Blast you, boy!" A voice boomed so loud in my ears that my head was throbbing and the world jerked forth, my vision was blinded - I really couldn't breathe. It was then I realised he gripped onto the neck of my shirt. No, I must stand on my ground, I told myself, get a hold, tell him! "It is.." I gasped out my words, "normal."
The world spun around me as I caught my first whiff of fresh air and I was coughing - I could spurt out blood if I want to.
"school."
His voice sounded like an impatient - but sullen - teacher. I did my best to lift my heavy head in the midst of the red-and-black countless spots that were filling my vision.
"I apologise for my impulsive behaviour." His voice lowered. "You are right. It is hard for me to accept this..this-" his gesture was near to extreme agitation- "'food chain'."
"School.." I tried my best to distract him.
"Ah yes."
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Gintoki's point of view
Crossover: Gintama, Get Backers. Especially dedicated to the third year 3Z student whom our msn conversation sprouted this.
From Gintoki's view..
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*hic* stoooopid pachiko..
(stops and stares at vending machine)
TIME MACHINE TIME MACHINE TIME MACHINE!!!!
(whirrrrrrrrrrrl)
(Suddenly he was sucked in!)
TAS'KETE!!!! DARE KA!!!!! OI!!!
(fading into the background)
KONO YAROOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*plop*
"GIN, HOW MANY TIMES I'VE TOLD YOU -"
"Ne ne, Ban-chan, all he wanted was his chocolate parfait, ne Gin-chaaan (ruffleruffle)"
HAA?!!! chotto....wat..? my vision! it's dropped drastically!!! My nose is nearer to the floor than it used to be! My - (pulls open diapers and looks inside) - NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
*WAAAAAAAIL*!!!!!!
"Ne, Ban-chan..his parfait...it's feeding time.."
"Which baby in the world feeds on parfait every four hours?!!!"
"Ban-chan..it's ours..."
SONNAAAAAA!!!!! IT'S SHRUNK IT'S SHRUNK IT'S - ooh parfait..CHOCOLATE parfait!!!!!!
"Look, look at Gin-chan!!! He sucking his thumb!! Finished your parfait, ne Gin-chan? (pinchy cheeks). Oooh he's digging his nose..KAWAIIIIIIII!!!!!!"
(flick)
"OI!!! TAME!!! NOT IN MY HAIR!!!!"
"Ne, ne Ban-chan..."
"TAMEEEE..i'll -"
"Don't Ban-chan!"
"I'll Jagan u to slee-"
(eyes in a slint, holds up mirror)
"Zzzzz.."
"Hi..Gin-chaaaan..Master's busy with customers, your parents are out looking for food, so it's me, Shinpachi-onisan to take care of -
AAAAAARGGGHHH!!! PEEEEEEE!!!!"
Oi, I lead a simple life, kono yaro. Where you running off to? Hey, who's that girl? Cutie - she's looking my way! Erm, on second thought - no.
"Oooh, Gin-chan drools again! Sadaharu, wipe that drool!"
Chochochochochochotto!!!!!! WHAT'S THAT - FFFFFFUUUUUAAAAAAA!!!!! - i don't mind if i'm in onsen surrounded by fans but this is the worst wet encounter ever!!!!
"Okay! Drool off Gin-chan!!"
heeeeelp...
"Nono, you're not going anywhere!"
Stop cramming my diapers you stupid dog - i haven't given up on love yet!!!
"EEEEEEEEK!!!! KAGURAAAA!!!! GET SADAHARU OFF!!!!"
"Sadaharu wants to go out."
"FINE! LET'S GO ALREADY!!! GIN-CHAN!!! Gin-chan u ok -"
Aaaaah..relief..
"AAAAAARGGGHHH!!!!!"
Hmmm..this is not bad..round the world trip hands-free, love the thing in between my mouth, if only it's sweet...woah, is that a female? Doesn't have missiles like they usually do. NAAA-stop looking at me!!! What are you really?! Hey, what's your pram-brand!!!
NOT ZURA IT'S KATSURA!!!!
Oh yeah?! Mine's mine's -
"GIN-SAN!!!!"
Yeah! Mine's a real scooter!
"GIN-SAAAAAAN!!!!!!!! OPEN SEWER!!!!!"
Huh?
(slow motion)
W..O.O..O..O..O.
(slow motion response)
"A.A..A.A.A.A..."
(accelerated)
TIME MACHIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEE......!!!!
From Gintoki's view..
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*hic* stoooopid pachiko..
(stops and stares at vending machine)
TIME MACHINE TIME MACHINE TIME MACHINE!!!!
(whirrrrrrrrrrrl)
(Suddenly he was sucked in!)
TAS'KETE!!!! DARE KA!!!!! OI!!!
(fading into the background)
KONO YAROOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*plop*
"GIN, HOW MANY TIMES I'VE TOLD YOU -"
"Ne ne, Ban-chan, all he wanted was his chocolate parfait, ne Gin-chaaan (ruffleruffle)"
HAA?!!! chotto....wat..? my vision! it's dropped drastically!!! My nose is nearer to the floor than it used to be! My - (pulls open diapers and looks inside) - NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
*WAAAAAAAIL*!!!!!!
"Ne, Ban-chan..his parfait...it's feeding time.."
"Which baby in the world feeds on parfait every four hours?!!!"
"Ban-chan..it's ours..."
SONNAAAAAA!!!!! IT'S SHRUNK IT'S SHRUNK IT'S - ooh parfait..CHOCOLATE parfait!!!!!!
"Look, look at Gin-chan!!! He sucking his thumb!! Finished your parfait, ne Gin-chan? (pinchy cheeks). Oooh he's digging his nose..KAWAIIIIIIII!!!!!!"
(flick)
"OI!!! TAME!!! NOT IN MY HAIR!!!!"
"Ne, ne Ban-chan..."
"TAMEEEE..i'll -"
"Don't Ban-chan!"
"I'll Jagan u to slee-"
(eyes in a slint, holds up mirror)
"Zzzzz.."
"Hi..Gin-chaaaan..Master's busy with customers, your parents are out looking for food, so it's me, Shinpachi-onisan to take care of -
AAAAAARGGGHHH!!! PEEEEEEE!!!!"
Oi, I lead a simple life, kono yaro. Where you running off to? Hey, who's that girl? Cutie - she's looking my way! Erm, on second thought - no.
"Oooh, Gin-chan drools again! Sadaharu, wipe that drool!"
Chochochochochochotto!!!!!! WHAT'S THAT - FFFFFFUUUUUAAAAAAA!!!!! - i don't mind if i'm in onsen surrounded by fans but this is the worst wet encounter ever!!!!
"Okay! Drool off Gin-chan!!"
heeeeelp...
"Nono, you're not going anywhere!"
Stop cramming my diapers you stupid dog - i haven't given up on love yet!!!
"EEEEEEEEK!!!! KAGURAAAA!!!! GET SADAHARU OFF!!!!"
"Sadaharu wants to go out."
"FINE! LET'S GO ALREADY!!! GIN-CHAN!!! Gin-chan u ok -"
Aaaaah..relief..
"AAAAAARGGGHHH!!!!!"
Hmmm..this is not bad..round the world trip hands-free, love the thing in between my mouth, if only it's sweet...woah, is that a female? Doesn't have missiles like they usually do. NAAA-stop looking at me!!! What are you really?! Hey, what's your pram-brand!!!
NOT ZURA IT'S KATSURA!!!!
Oh yeah?! Mine's mine's -
"GIN-SAN!!!!"
Yeah! Mine's a real scooter!
"GIN-SAAAAAAN!!!!!!!! OPEN SEWER!!!!!"
Huh?
(slow motion)
W..O.O..O..O..O.
(slow motion response)
"A.A..A.A.A.A..."
(accelerated)
TIME MACHIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEE......!!!!
That Day (WARNING: SMUT): Chap 1
a third-year Z student who got me with her lolelole-quotes n BIG IDEAS until my own lollibrain started SMOKIN'
i don't own the characters mentioned.
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"Inui."
It was difficult to find the statistics-collector amidst the forest of test-tubes and cluttered laboratory equipment.
"Ah, Tezuka. Try my latest juice."
Anyone would faint had the slighest whiff of the concoction. The stotic captain stood unmoved as ever as he stared past the colour of the solution. "We've to-"
His vision darkened and he felt himself gasping for air as the liquid poured down through his lips, sliding past his tougue, only to glide smoothly down his throat - a stray trail trickled out, immediately his head was arched back, stretching his throat, the stray trail of warmth met with a moan of satisfaction of a warm tongue landing wet on his throat. Held fast in a tight lock of embrace, he could not escape..
The school bell rang.
i don't own the characters mentioned.
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"Inui."
It was difficult to find the statistics-collector amidst the forest of test-tubes and cluttered laboratory equipment.
"Ah, Tezuka. Try my latest juice."
Anyone would faint had the slighest whiff of the concoction. The stotic captain stood unmoved as ever as he stared past the colour of the solution. "We've to-"
His vision darkened and he felt himself gasping for air as the liquid poured down through his lips, sliding past his tougue, only to glide smoothly down his throat - a stray trail trickled out, immediately his head was arched back, stretching his throat, the stray trail of warmth met with a moan of satisfaction of a warm tongue landing wet on his throat. Held fast in a tight lock of embrace, he could not escape..
The school bell rang.
That Day (WARNING: SMUT): Chap 2
"Tezuka. You did not reply my mail?"
..Vibrates hard, doesn't it..
..Inui..do not..put it..there..
"Tezuka." The voice went almost deadly.
"Suman."
Was that a flush he saw in his taller half?
"Sensei wanted me to have Inui out of the laboratory."
"Ah...
it was hard to wash the stain away, ne?"
..Vibrates hard, doesn't it..
..Inui..do not..put it..there..
"Tezuka." The voice went almost deadly.
"Suman."
Was that a flush he saw in his taller half?
"Sensei wanted me to have Inui out of the laboratory."
"Ah...
it was hard to wash the stain away, ne?"
That Day (WARNING: SMUT): Chap 3
Why would it be fascinating just to watch gleams of sweat trailing down his wet body?
Why would it be fascianating to watch as his slender long stretching, his biceps reacting, his delicate long fingers lightly touching the grip of his rackets as he pick them up one by one..
Why is it so fascinating to gaze into his gold-brown eyes well-hidden by his glasses which he wears them but doesn't need them anyway?
It takes a genius to know a genius.
It takes a genius to overpower a genius.
It takes a genius to catch him in his mood, to taste him as he is, to hear his breathings, his sighs, to feel his sudden struggles of protest, to pin him where he has cornered himself for that purpose, to touch where he moans in pleasure, taking every movement within in sweet surprise and to soak in the wet paraoxysm of warmth bursting all over..
Goodbye is a word that a genius would never use to another. It is just a way to cover up anything, any situation.
"Fuji..this racket doesn't belong to any Seigaku tennis club members."
"Later, Tezuka."
1 COMMENT
explodreamer said...
WRITE SOMETHING LONGER.
*melts*
Gah~~~~ I love it~~~ lol! u took the racket idea!!! It'd be good if u develop this thing and make it into smut :p But still, love it...
PS: check ur spelling mistakes yea~ :p
December 4, 2008 7:53 PM
Why would it be fascianating to watch as his slender long stretching, his biceps reacting, his delicate long fingers lightly touching the grip of his rackets as he pick them up one by one..
Why is it so fascinating to gaze into his gold-brown eyes well-hidden by his glasses which he wears them but doesn't need them anyway?
It takes a genius to know a genius.
It takes a genius to overpower a genius.
It takes a genius to catch him in his mood, to taste him as he is, to hear his breathings, his sighs, to feel his sudden struggles of protest, to pin him where he has cornered himself for that purpose, to touch where he moans in pleasure, taking every movement within in sweet surprise and to soak in the wet paraoxysm of warmth bursting all over..
Goodbye is a word that a genius would never use to another. It is just a way to cover up anything, any situation.
"Fuji..this racket doesn't belong to any Seigaku tennis club members."
"Later, Tezuka."
1 COMMENT
explodreamer said...
WRITE SOMETHING LONGER.
*melts*
Gah~~~~ I love it~~~ lol! u took the racket idea!!! It'd be good if u develop this thing and make it into smut :p But still, love it...
PS: check ur spelling mistakes yea~ :p
December 4, 2008 7:53 PM
That Day (WARNING: SMUT): Chap 4
"No."
A hand gripped Fuji's arm tight and the genius found himself cornered this time.
"Come in then?"
It was a different flush of emotions now as his taller half tried so hard to control.."Fuji, i didn't mean to-"
Tezuka felt embarrassed, almost shameful, that he let his guard down to be led like a young boy holding his mother's hand.
Still a young boy, aren't you..a hand held his. This time, it wasn't a mother's. It was someone else's. Someone whom had a the tighest grip on his heart, never letting go. Is it really love?
If it is..the audacity of him to - !
Betray. A word that he knew and understood so well. A word that he had never meant to let it happen between the both of them.
What happened in the lab was totally wrong. So wrong. But yet, none of them seemed to mind it. Was it planned to test his love? Or his pride?
If so it didn't make any sense. Even more being led upstairs to the room. The room which he half-anticipated and half-dread.
He heard the whispers in their tennis practices. Questioning whispers of whether he and his tensai -
His tensai. A blue-haired bespectacled youth came to mind and mixed emotions came flooding into him and he realised he had let his guard down again - in fact he left his guard the moment his eyes met the blue-azure sea..
There he found himself countered. Single counter. He didn't realised his shirt was off him, only to stifle a groan when his lover's hand teased the zip of his pants. But he wanted to explain, to apologise..he opened his mouth..only to have his lover's lips on his.
"Later..Tezuka..."
Double countered as both fell on the cold floor of the bedroom, he was pinned this time. He wanted to struggled but he was afraid he would hurt the one he most wanted to have..and hold..for the longest time..
"Tezuka.." a voice pleaded.
That voice. He knew so well. Since the day he met the blue azure eyes..
"Fuji, I-"
A slender finger touched his lips to hush him but he felt the soft tickling sensation as it trailed his lips ever so softly.
He tried to stifle himself -
"Ah."
Fuji! When was our pants taken off?! When were we so exposed and -
Tezuka groaned in surprise.
"Gome ne, Tezuka.." he felt his lover's warm breath in his ear, his other hand stroking his neck, "my fingers are cold.."
The blue-azure eyed boy's eyes went wide as he heard the voice he had so longed to hear. "There..warm them, please."
Only Tezuka would say please to him. And no other. Only Tezuka would forgo his pride just for him. Only Tezuka would -
gasp..touch him this way..Tezuka..
As if in response, he felt himself lifted and laid face-down gently, his face exactly on his pillow.
Fuji
He gasped in ecstasy as an excruciating pain went into him as he felt Tezuka's in him, a sound escaped his lips as he felt the sudden weight of his lover's body crushing onto him, working himself slowly yet he could feel an urgency within each motion, feeling the sweat and warm breath of his lover heightened his senses even more, "Punish me.." he pleaded, "please.."
Was it his way of asking for forgiveness? "Fuji.."
"Don't stop, please..."
Torn between his throbbing self within his lover and ending it abruptly to hold him, he could only stop. He had decided.
Slowly he withdrew himself. His lover was in such a fragile state that it pained him so: he couldn't bear to break him despite his lover's moans of protest.
"Pain.."
He realised he had stopped halfway and his lover was moaning in pain and anticipation: the punishment excuted, even without him knowing. The excitement of continuing - he felt himself hardened once more as he slowly - and gently - pushed himself so deep that he could feel his lover arching backwards more than ever before, gasping for air. Fearing they might be heard, he covered his lover's mouth who felt it was a game and chuckled, tracing his fingers with his soft tongue, pushing himself down, forcing himself to meet the hard tip that was already oozing with a little warmth within...ah..more
I'm not Inui..and that's not me..he held his lover in a tight grip that threatened to crush the breath out of him.
Slowly he slided himself up, filling his ears with the sighs of his lover..blood was slowly rushing to his head and his vision darkened as he unknowingly had pushed himself faster and deeper, getting more and more excited as he heard the satisfied gasps of his lover begging him to hurt him even more, feeling his every small warm bursts within. He didn't know who he was anymore - he couldn't remember, he couldn't think, his gasps getting louder in perfect rhythm with his lover's with his every shove that would tear his lover to bleed - he wouldn't let go, he kept him within his tight grip, refusing to let him breathe with every thrust..his lover's gasps rose to a sudden shrill of ecstasy..
HE'S MINE
He bore himself deep within, gripping his lover in embrace which only the two of them share - and with one final effort -
his burst of warmth within his lover, shuddered, moaning as he felt his muscles twitching and relaxing as his warmth left him..
A gasp commanded.
more
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Evening.
He wouldn't want him to go, as he sucked his taller half's lower lip. He wanted his lover all to himself and no one else. But he had to let go. To give them time for their own schedules, their own preferences, their own fantasies..
But this evening he was led by the hand of whom he would loved to spend his entire life with - as long as it doesn't come too much into his plans. And this evening he was led out of the house. This evening he wouldn't stay at home as he used to.
Let anyone wonder the poundings and bangings in the tennis club's locker rooms. Let anyone wonder about muffled sounds as well. Let anyone wonder about a tennis racket in the bin. Let anyone wonder about the lingering stains on some of the taps, sinks and test-tubes of the laboratory -
- and discreetly on their uniforms.
A hand gripped Fuji's arm tight and the genius found himself cornered this time.
"Come in then?"
It was a different flush of emotions now as his taller half tried so hard to control.."Fuji, i didn't mean to-"
Tezuka felt embarrassed, almost shameful, that he let his guard down to be led like a young boy holding his mother's hand.
Still a young boy, aren't you..a hand held his. This time, it wasn't a mother's. It was someone else's. Someone whom had a the tighest grip on his heart, never letting go. Is it really love?
If it is..the audacity of him to - !
Betray. A word that he knew and understood so well. A word that he had never meant to let it happen between the both of them.
What happened in the lab was totally wrong. So wrong. But yet, none of them seemed to mind it. Was it planned to test his love? Or his pride?
If so it didn't make any sense. Even more being led upstairs to the room. The room which he half-anticipated and half-dread.
He heard the whispers in their tennis practices. Questioning whispers of whether he and his tensai -
His tensai. A blue-haired bespectacled youth came to mind and mixed emotions came flooding into him and he realised he had let his guard down again - in fact he left his guard the moment his eyes met the blue-azure sea..
There he found himself countered. Single counter. He didn't realised his shirt was off him, only to stifle a groan when his lover's hand teased the zip of his pants. But he wanted to explain, to apologise..he opened his mouth..only to have his lover's lips on his.
"Later..Tezuka..."
Double countered as both fell on the cold floor of the bedroom, he was pinned this time. He wanted to struggled but he was afraid he would hurt the one he most wanted to have..and hold..for the longest time..
"Tezuka.." a voice pleaded.
That voice. He knew so well. Since the day he met the blue azure eyes..
"Fuji, I-"
A slender finger touched his lips to hush him but he felt the soft tickling sensation as it trailed his lips ever so softly.
He tried to stifle himself -
"Ah."
Fuji! When was our pants taken off?! When were we so exposed and -
Tezuka groaned in surprise.
"Gome ne, Tezuka.." he felt his lover's warm breath in his ear, his other hand stroking his neck, "my fingers are cold.."
The blue-azure eyed boy's eyes went wide as he heard the voice he had so longed to hear. "There..warm them, please."
Only Tezuka would say please to him. And no other. Only Tezuka would forgo his pride just for him. Only Tezuka would -
gasp..touch him this way..Tezuka..
As if in response, he felt himself lifted and laid face-down gently, his face exactly on his pillow.
Fuji
He gasped in ecstasy as an excruciating pain went into him as he felt Tezuka's in him, a sound escaped his lips as he felt the sudden weight of his lover's body crushing onto him, working himself slowly yet he could feel an urgency within each motion, feeling the sweat and warm breath of his lover heightened his senses even more, "Punish me.." he pleaded, "please.."
Was it his way of asking for forgiveness? "Fuji.."
"Don't stop, please..."
Torn between his throbbing self within his lover and ending it abruptly to hold him, he could only stop. He had decided.
Slowly he withdrew himself. His lover was in such a fragile state that it pained him so: he couldn't bear to break him despite his lover's moans of protest.
"Pain.."
He realised he had stopped halfway and his lover was moaning in pain and anticipation: the punishment excuted, even without him knowing. The excitement of continuing - he felt himself hardened once more as he slowly - and gently - pushed himself so deep that he could feel his lover arching backwards more than ever before, gasping for air. Fearing they might be heard, he covered his lover's mouth who felt it was a game and chuckled, tracing his fingers with his soft tongue, pushing himself down, forcing himself to meet the hard tip that was already oozing with a little warmth within...ah..more
I'm not Inui..and that's not me..he held his lover in a tight grip that threatened to crush the breath out of him.
Slowly he slided himself up, filling his ears with the sighs of his lover..blood was slowly rushing to his head and his vision darkened as he unknowingly had pushed himself faster and deeper, getting more and more excited as he heard the satisfied gasps of his lover begging him to hurt him even more, feeling his every small warm bursts within. He didn't know who he was anymore - he couldn't remember, he couldn't think, his gasps getting louder in perfect rhythm with his lover's with his every shove that would tear his lover to bleed - he wouldn't let go, he kept him within his tight grip, refusing to let him breathe with every thrust..his lover's gasps rose to a sudden shrill of ecstasy..
HE'S MINE
He bore himself deep within, gripping his lover in embrace which only the two of them share - and with one final effort -
his burst of warmth within his lover, shuddered, moaning as he felt his muscles twitching and relaxing as his warmth left him..
A gasp commanded.
more
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Evening.
He wouldn't want him to go, as he sucked his taller half's lower lip. He wanted his lover all to himself and no one else. But he had to let go. To give them time for their own schedules, their own preferences, their own fantasies..
But this evening he was led by the hand of whom he would loved to spend his entire life with - as long as it doesn't come too much into his plans. And this evening he was led out of the house. This evening he wouldn't stay at home as he used to.
Let anyone wonder the poundings and bangings in the tennis club's locker rooms. Let anyone wonder about muffled sounds as well. Let anyone wonder about a tennis racket in the bin. Let anyone wonder about the lingering stains on some of the taps, sinks and test-tubes of the laboratory -
- and discreetly on their uniforms.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
another mech story: chap 2
You were not exactly off-sleep at the same time as she was..
...they wanted you to last for the next Time..
"HOTSHOT!"
His Armour would have been sliced in two if his leader had not blast the enemy off - and if he was not in a simulated battle. He had been in the same spot since the beginning of training.
"Kei.." Embarrassed that he uttered the name out loud, he looked around, glancing from the corner of his eyes as he hoped that no one would hear it.
"Mozzie quit your Strikon reflexes! CEASE FIRING! IT'S ME!"
Akirn chuckled at Ben's Armour. It was waving its arms up and down as it tried to stop the red Armour.
"Akirn." Ailey's voice came over the console.
"Yes, Mother."
"Status report."
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"Are they to your expectations, Mother?"
A sigh responded.
"Mother?"
A voice verbrated through the practice field. "My apologies, everyone. Let's call it a day."
"Keilem, is it, Mother?"
Akirn felt a silent confirmation.
"Akirn."
"Yes, Mother."
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"Keilem?"
"Akrin."
"May I speak with you?"
"Sure, nephew."
The bespectacled youth could swear he heard a grin over the console much to his irritation. "A word with you. In your Armour."
"Yes, father." Came the same grinning voice.
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"And stop calling me 'father'." He frowned. "Wipe that grin off."
Keilem was well away from his sight as all he could see was the back of the seat. He felt himself flush but tried to regain composure as he saw Keilem glancing at him from the corner of his eye, "Akirn.."
The bespectacled youth could not hide his flush anymore. "Uncle.."
"Keilem, Kei, Kel, blahblahblah."
"Kei.."
"Good boy."
"I-" he cleared his throat. "Mother sent me."
The back of the seat had changed position: Keilem's face was hard-set.
"Your Armour's chosen."
"As expected."
Akirn flinched. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's mine." With a sigh, Keilem rose from his seat. "Have you always wondered why wars are fought?"
Akirn knew the answer.
"Desire. Progression. Power. Are we fighting on the wrong side?"
"Kei.."
He sighed once more. "Noia."
In response the lights dimmed before they were surrounded by total darkness. Keilem thought he felt a weight on his arm. System: Master acknowledged.
The response was as clear in Keilem's head.
Akirn thought he felt a weight around him.
Collaboration sequence completed.
Akirn felt the weight slipped off him as he heard the words.
"Well done." Keilem acknowledged, hiding his weariness as he comforted a tired bespectacled youth in his embrace.
...they wanted you to last for the next Time..
"HOTSHOT!"
His Armour would have been sliced in two if his leader had not blast the enemy off - and if he was not in a simulated battle. He had been in the same spot since the beginning of training.
"Kei.." Embarrassed that he uttered the name out loud, he looked around, glancing from the corner of his eyes as he hoped that no one would hear it.
"Mozzie quit your Strikon reflexes! CEASE FIRING! IT'S ME!"
Akirn chuckled at Ben's Armour. It was waving its arms up and down as it tried to stop the red Armour.
"Akirn." Ailey's voice came over the console.
"Yes, Mother."
"Status report."
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"Are they to your expectations, Mother?"
A sigh responded.
"Mother?"
A voice verbrated through the practice field. "My apologies, everyone. Let's call it a day."
"Keilem, is it, Mother?"
Akirn felt a silent confirmation.
"Akirn."
"Yes, Mother."
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"Keilem?"
"Akrin."
"May I speak with you?"
"Sure, nephew."
The bespectacled youth could swear he heard a grin over the console much to his irritation. "A word with you. In your Armour."
"Yes, father." Came the same grinning voice.
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"And stop calling me 'father'." He frowned. "Wipe that grin off."
Keilem was well away from his sight as all he could see was the back of the seat. He felt himself flush but tried to regain composure as he saw Keilem glancing at him from the corner of his eye, "Akirn.."
The bespectacled youth could not hide his flush anymore. "Uncle.."
"Keilem, Kei, Kel, blahblahblah."
"Kei.."
"Good boy."
"I-" he cleared his throat. "Mother sent me."
The back of the seat had changed position: Keilem's face was hard-set.
"Your Armour's chosen."
"As expected."
Akirn flinched. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's mine." With a sigh, Keilem rose from his seat. "Have you always wondered why wars are fought?"
Akirn knew the answer.
"Desire. Progression. Power. Are we fighting on the wrong side?"
"Kei.."
He sighed once more. "Noia."
In response the lights dimmed before they were surrounded by total darkness. Keilem thought he felt a weight on his arm. System: Master acknowledged.
The response was as clear in Keilem's head.
Akirn thought he felt a weight around him.
Collaboration sequence completed.
Akirn felt the weight slipped off him as he heard the words.
"Well done." Keilem acknowledged, hiding his weariness as he comforted a tired bespectacled youth in his embrace.
another mech story: chap 1
"JUMP!"
He sighed, wondering why he was called up for this training. Hadn't he passed it months ago already?
Hotshot: that was what they call him. The fastest ever. The fastest to past all tests and training. And the best of it all: he's human. Not like..they-know-who of whom they wished not to speak.
Shamless bunch of -
"Yo, hotshot!" A huge slap from behind almost knocked him off his feet. "How was maintenance?"
Ben Killen, one of the rookies who rose fast to leadership. A gunner by post which set tongues wagging: someone in his team was holding a smiliar weapon which was bigger than his. "I know, I know, you shouldn't be here, " he apologised, seeing his hotshot's glare, "but think of it, you can get to handpick-"
"Not interested." Came the all usual deadpan voice. "I'm going to the arcade."
"Hold on-" Ben clamped his hand on his subordinate's shoulder. "Come with me."
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"Here you are."
After a looooong walk, countless hologram security passes and dizzy turns he found himself standing at the door, only to stare at some people who were staring back at him.
"Gentlemen, i'd like you to meet our final mate for this mission. On second thought-" Bill paused for an effect (which he got no reaction) -"milady and gentlemen."
"Hardly unimpressed."
He was about to retort when he realised who he would be up against.
Aeily: Alien-Evolutionised Intelligence Loves You. Quite a name to be given to a green semi-transparent alien which spanned almost the height of the room. Its face is to be reckoned with: the usual triangular soul-less black sharp eyes. No one knows where it comes from but it was rumoured to have lived since Time I. It had been light years since Time II..the One to unite between humans and electronics...
"Your thoughts precisely...rookie."
He let that comment passed as he was too tired from boredom to think of any retort. It was rumoured that Aeily could destroy almost anything anytime. His eyes fixed on a -
"Girls," he snorted, "what good could come out of them."
"Why you -!"
"That's enough, Mozzie." Ailey's voice commanded.
"Mozzie?"
Bill laughed, "Keila Stri, 1st Noble of Strikon. Surely you must have listened to some of my briefings."
Strikon: Strike Commanders. The ones who were assigned to kill without hesitation, be it friend or foe. "Ah, i see why. Mozzie..i've never seen such a pink-red-mix of parched hay on someone. 1st Noble you say? Did they make a mistake?"
Bill slapped his head to his face. "Here we go," he groaned, "Ailey, my apologies, really," he tried raising his voice above Mozzie's high-pitched retorts.
A soft chuckle was heard from a corner. He stopped his retorts at the - he snorted - girl and almost - much to Ailey's surprise..and approval - simultaneously turned to the direction.
A bespectacled-youth, almost his age, his face hiding beneath his long light blue hair, realised he had been 'found' looked up in surprise. "Oh hello," he smiled.
"Noi Akirn," Bill addressed the youth by his family name first.
Noi. The generation which was rumoured to be the offsprings of...
"Keilem," Ailey's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I wish to speak with you."
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"I am truly sorry to call you at a time like this. Tea?"
It was strange as to how Ailey would hold a teapot and pour tea into teacups - and drink tea?
Ailey gave a soft lady-like chuckle. "Don't you understand the meaning of the name they gave to me?"
"Yes I do."
"Keilem."
"Yes, Your..ah.." how would one address someone - somebeing - awesome and beyond any logical comprehension?
"Ailey will do," Ailey smiled at the boy who was blushing in embarrassment.
"Keilem. Do you remember?"
He shook his head, refusing to talk about it. "Rumours," he murmured, his voice slowly deepened as he recalled the gossips he had heard. "I cannot be -"
"She is, Keilem. Your cousin."
Keilem shot up from his seat. "I'm leaving."
"Keilem," Ailey's voice commanded.
"You have no -"
A shrill throbbed in his head as he squeezed his palms against his temples, his mind begging it to stop.
"Keilem."
He had no choice but to sit and hear.
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"Allo, hotshot!"
Keilem caught his leader's hand. Ben's eyes widened in shocked silence at a glare so hostile that he had never experienced before. With that, the 'hotshot' left him - in silence.
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"Hi."
He closed his eyes in exasperation. Yet perhaps this voice is the voice he needed to talk to now.
"May I?"
He nodded, eyes still closed.
They sat side by side in silence as they breathed in the fresh wind, soothing them for a while.
"Small world, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
"Who knew we could be - oh..I'm sorry.."
"No, it's fine." He blinked, realising what was said. "Hold on, what -" He froze. He knew. He understood. "So it's true," his voice trailed off in amazement. "You are...my nephew?"
"Please," Akirn waved it off. "I hate generation distinctions."
"I'm sorry. I didn't, really. Look, I don't have much memories of my cousin and how I got to know her -"
"Ailey spoke to you."
He ran his hand through his soft brown hair. "Yeah," he shrugged. "They want me to believe what they want me to believe."
"Quiet!" Akirn's eyes widened.
"So..oh..right..I'm not supposed to..okayokay," he put his palms up at his relative, "I get it, I get it."
Akirn looked intently at him. "You are taking this well."
"Am I?" He snorted. He lifted his gaze to the sky, following a drifting cloud. "Never, Noia," he replied, using the actual family codename. "Never."
He sighed, wondering why he was called up for this training. Hadn't he passed it months ago already?
Hotshot: that was what they call him. The fastest ever. The fastest to past all tests and training. And the best of it all: he's human. Not like..they-know-who of whom they wished not to speak.
Shamless bunch of -
"Yo, hotshot!" A huge slap from behind almost knocked him off his feet. "How was maintenance?"
Ben Killen, one of the rookies who rose fast to leadership. A gunner by post which set tongues wagging: someone in his team was holding a smiliar weapon which was bigger than his. "I know, I know, you shouldn't be here, " he apologised, seeing his hotshot's glare, "but think of it, you can get to handpick-"
"Not interested." Came the all usual deadpan voice. "I'm going to the arcade."
"Hold on-" Ben clamped his hand on his subordinate's shoulder. "Come with me."
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"Here you are."
After a looooong walk, countless hologram security passes and dizzy turns he found himself standing at the door, only to stare at some people who were staring back at him.
"Gentlemen, i'd like you to meet our final mate for this mission. On second thought-" Bill paused for an effect (which he got no reaction) -"milady and gentlemen."
"Hardly unimpressed."
He was about to retort when he realised who he would be up against.
Aeily: Alien-Evolutionised Intelligence Loves You. Quite a name to be given to a green semi-transparent alien which spanned almost the height of the room. Its face is to be reckoned with: the usual triangular soul-less black sharp eyes. No one knows where it comes from but it was rumoured to have lived since Time I. It had been light years since Time II..the One to unite between humans and electronics...
"Your thoughts precisely...rookie."
He let that comment passed as he was too tired from boredom to think of any retort. It was rumoured that Aeily could destroy almost anything anytime. His eyes fixed on a -
"Girls," he snorted, "what good could come out of them."
"Why you -!"
"That's enough, Mozzie." Ailey's voice commanded.
"Mozzie?"
Bill laughed, "Keila Stri, 1st Noble of Strikon. Surely you must have listened to some of my briefings."
Strikon: Strike Commanders. The ones who were assigned to kill without hesitation, be it friend or foe. "Ah, i see why. Mozzie..i've never seen such a pink-red-mix of parched hay on someone. 1st Noble you say? Did they make a mistake?"
Bill slapped his head to his face. "Here we go," he groaned, "Ailey, my apologies, really," he tried raising his voice above Mozzie's high-pitched retorts.
A soft chuckle was heard from a corner. He stopped his retorts at the - he snorted - girl and almost - much to Ailey's surprise..and approval - simultaneously turned to the direction.
A bespectacled-youth, almost his age, his face hiding beneath his long light blue hair, realised he had been 'found' looked up in surprise. "Oh hello," he smiled.
"Noi Akirn," Bill addressed the youth by his family name first.
Noi. The generation which was rumoured to be the offsprings of...
"Keilem," Ailey's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I wish to speak with you."
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"I am truly sorry to call you at a time like this. Tea?"
It was strange as to how Ailey would hold a teapot and pour tea into teacups - and drink tea?
Ailey gave a soft lady-like chuckle. "Don't you understand the meaning of the name they gave to me?"
"Yes I do."
"Keilem."
"Yes, Your..ah.." how would one address someone - somebeing - awesome and beyond any logical comprehension?
"Ailey will do," Ailey smiled at the boy who was blushing in embarrassment.
"Keilem. Do you remember?"
He shook his head, refusing to talk about it. "Rumours," he murmured, his voice slowly deepened as he recalled the gossips he had heard. "I cannot be -"
"She is, Keilem. Your cousin."
Keilem shot up from his seat. "I'm leaving."
"Keilem," Ailey's voice commanded.
"You have no -"
A shrill throbbed in his head as he squeezed his palms against his temples, his mind begging it to stop.
"Keilem."
He had no choice but to sit and hear.
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"Allo, hotshot!"
Keilem caught his leader's hand. Ben's eyes widened in shocked silence at a glare so hostile that he had never experienced before. With that, the 'hotshot' left him - in silence.
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"Hi."
He closed his eyes in exasperation. Yet perhaps this voice is the voice he needed to talk to now.
"May I?"
He nodded, eyes still closed.
They sat side by side in silence as they breathed in the fresh wind, soothing them for a while.
"Small world, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
"Who knew we could be - oh..I'm sorry.."
"No, it's fine." He blinked, realising what was said. "Hold on, what -" He froze. He knew. He understood. "So it's true," his voice trailed off in amazement. "You are...my nephew?"
"Please," Akirn waved it off. "I hate generation distinctions."
"I'm sorry. I didn't, really. Look, I don't have much memories of my cousin and how I got to know her -"
"Ailey spoke to you."
He ran his hand through his soft brown hair. "Yeah," he shrugged. "They want me to believe what they want me to believe."
"Quiet!" Akirn's eyes widened.
"So..oh..right..I'm not supposed to..okayokay," he put his palms up at his relative, "I get it, I get it."
Akirn looked intently at him. "You are taking this well."
"Am I?" He snorted. He lifted his gaze to the sky, following a drifting cloud. "Never, Noia," he replied, using the actual family codename. "Never."
Sunday, November 2, 2008
a vampire story: Chapter 2
“I’d had never wanted it to happen
Neither did I asked for it
But it did
In the end”
As I sat there, watching him as he cupped his hand to his chin, slightly titled to right as his azure blue eyes gazed past the window pane. His ever-so-soft features hardened by the shadows of the night. It was as if the shadows were dancing wildly around him and there he was, sitting right in the middle around them, calm and oblivious (as ever) to their taunting cackles that threatened to devour any soul alive.
Suddenly - as if caught off-guard – I felt cold as the air was ripped out of my lungs. Countless red-black spots filled my vision as I realized I went into dehydration but I began to sweat..I felt numb..then my body was burning and..why..the room blackened and swirled around me…I’m falling..I heard voices, cackling..
Come..come..along..
“Stop it.”
Coldness pervaded my body. This coldness which I can never describe – and never forget (as if I’m commanded to - shiver now - as I type).
What- I could not see. It was all black and senseless. Immediately my first instinct – and habit – was to grasp any logic or reasoning to keep me alive – or anything – just to live. I yelled, struggling and my arms were flinging wildly in the air. But I felt something cold – and heavy – stifling my cries..
I heard a voice, strong and clear
“I’m leaving.”
Your presence..
“No..NO NO! I’LL BEHAVE! I’LL BEHAVE! DON’T LEAVE ME!!!”..I remembered screaming these words out...and why.. did I say that..?
In my darkness I was crying..in the arms of an embrace so cold yet so warm, as I saw my memories that I had refused to face painfully fast forwarding like camera-flim-negatives in a rush of consecutive events..I was screaming, pleading to
..end..
..but
.. your voice..
..once more..
“On the contrary, my friend – LIVE ON.”
..did you whisper..
..in my ear..
“Wake up.”
The darkness seemed to settle – or so I thought. No stirring in the air – nothing. It was then I decided to open my eyes. My vision still slightly clouded as a weight so strong..yet comforting..helped me off the floor.
The voice spoke again.
“Have courage: to face painful memories when they surface and cry them out, only then we are able to breathe in the fresh air as we breathe out the pain – only then we can see, face and do what is the time - known as - now.”
I felt myself soaking in warm blue waters..gazing at a sky so white, innocent and pure..Oh.
His blue azure eyes smiling at me and his soft lips widened to a child-like grin, revealing a set of perfectly pearly white - and well-maintained - teeth.
“Let’s do what we do – now.”
Neither did I asked for it
But it did
In the end”
As I sat there, watching him as he cupped his hand to his chin, slightly titled to right as his azure blue eyes gazed past the window pane. His ever-so-soft features hardened by the shadows of the night. It was as if the shadows were dancing wildly around him and there he was, sitting right in the middle around them, calm and oblivious (as ever) to their taunting cackles that threatened to devour any soul alive.
Suddenly - as if caught off-guard – I felt cold as the air was ripped out of my lungs. Countless red-black spots filled my vision as I realized I went into dehydration but I began to sweat..I felt numb..then my body was burning and..why..the room blackened and swirled around me…I’m falling..I heard voices, cackling..
Come..come..along..
“Stop it.”
Coldness pervaded my body. This coldness which I can never describe – and never forget (as if I’m commanded to - shiver now - as I type).
What- I could not see. It was all black and senseless. Immediately my first instinct – and habit – was to grasp any logic or reasoning to keep me alive – or anything – just to live. I yelled, struggling and my arms were flinging wildly in the air. But I felt something cold – and heavy – stifling my cries..
I heard a voice, strong and clear
“I’m leaving.”
Your presence..
“No..NO NO! I’LL BEHAVE! I’LL BEHAVE! DON’T LEAVE ME!!!”..I remembered screaming these words out...and why.. did I say that..?
In my darkness I was crying..in the arms of an embrace so cold yet so warm, as I saw my memories that I had refused to face painfully fast forwarding like camera-flim-negatives in a rush of consecutive events..I was screaming, pleading to
..end..
..but
.. your voice..
..once more..
“On the contrary, my friend – LIVE ON.”
..did you whisper..
..in my ear..
“Wake up.”
The darkness seemed to settle – or so I thought. No stirring in the air – nothing. It was then I decided to open my eyes. My vision still slightly clouded as a weight so strong..yet comforting..helped me off the floor.
The voice spoke again.
“Have courage: to face painful memories when they surface and cry them out, only then we are able to breathe in the fresh air as we breathe out the pain – only then we can see, face and do what is the time - known as - now.”
I felt myself soaking in warm blue waters..gazing at a sky so white, innocent and pure..Oh.
His blue azure eyes smiling at me and his soft lips widened to a child-like grin, revealing a set of perfectly pearly white - and well-maintained - teeth.
“Let’s do what we do – now.”
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
It's not only about the resume
No matter what they say, First Impression matters
A Gintama fanfic by another friend..click on the above to view
based on a true..storey
A Gintama fanfic by another friend..click on the above to view
based on a true..storey
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Stage - an introspective
They lined up, some camping just to reserve their places, hoping to get the best view of their lifetime - it was phenomenal just watching those columns and rows of fans screaming and waving their boards which displayed their favourite singer, some wearing costumes of their singer's favourite anime/manga characters.
But what was there to see? What are they really lining up for? To hear? To sing? And get up-close-and-personal? So what do they get in the end?
Was everything worth it?
Perhaps, perhaps not.
What had their parents been saying about this? There had been debates on the news saying how expensive it has been to let their kids upkeep their cosplay hobbies - and how did this "cosplay thingy" came about?
Cosplay aside, we all agree that ticket prices have increased drastically. That was why countless meetings had been held since a year ago to try to reduce the prices. The fans had spent their cash on CDs, mp3 downloads, cosplay, manga-and-anime-related products - it was time to return this favour.
Sure there had been oppositions from some of the meeting attendees especially maintenance costs. However proceeds from previous concerts and sales made were enough to sustain everyone. And there's a substantial amount to fund part of the tickets.
Amazing how one gives and receives more than a hundredfold.
So it didn't matter how much they gave for they too receive the thanks for their endless support - the tours, promo tours, meet-the-fans-worldwide sessions..tiring but looking through the windows of the tour bus, seeing them screaming and waving frantically upon catching a glimpse of their idol - worth every fibre of muscle overstrain.
The fans lining up were getting more and more excited - the wait was worth every second of their time..soon they would feel the adrenaline rush, filling the whole stadium with their frenzy - and some of them would wake up finding themselves resting in hospital beds, only to realise they had fainted from dehydration yesterday night.
Whatever.
Showtime soon.
Time to give back whatever's given.
But what was there to see? What are they really lining up for? To hear? To sing? And get up-close-and-personal? So what do they get in the end?
Was everything worth it?
Perhaps, perhaps not.
What had their parents been saying about this? There had been debates on the news saying how expensive it has been to let their kids upkeep their cosplay hobbies - and how did this "cosplay thingy" came about?
Cosplay aside, we all agree that ticket prices have increased drastically. That was why countless meetings had been held since a year ago to try to reduce the prices. The fans had spent their cash on CDs, mp3 downloads, cosplay, manga-and-anime-related products - it was time to return this favour.
Sure there had been oppositions from some of the meeting attendees especially maintenance costs. However proceeds from previous concerts and sales made were enough to sustain everyone. And there's a substantial amount to fund part of the tickets.
Amazing how one gives and receives more than a hundredfold.
So it didn't matter how much they gave for they too receive the thanks for their endless support - the tours, promo tours, meet-the-fans-worldwide sessions..tiring but looking through the windows of the tour bus, seeing them screaming and waving frantically upon catching a glimpse of their idol - worth every fibre of muscle overstrain.
The fans lining up were getting more and more excited - the wait was worth every second of their time..soon they would feel the adrenaline rush, filling the whole stadium with their frenzy - and some of them would wake up finding themselves resting in hospital beds, only to realise they had fainted from dehydration yesterday night.
Whatever.
Showtime soon.
Time to give back whatever's given.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
a mech story
not sure how much i can continue..i'll just give it a try..
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"How was it?"
Clank
Captain Jean. Tall, well-built stood a good height of over 1.8m. His bleached-blonde hair was a stark contrast to his tanned skin and his teeth was as white and shiny as ever. Strong-jawed yet with light-brown eyes that twinkle or wink whenever he drops a joke or two with his subordinates or catching a girl's glance at him.
Jo. No one knew when she joined the force. However she herself was a force to be reckoned with. Eyes cold and silent, as her snowy-white hair bobbed short with slightly spiked-ends. She was a person of few words - and had been fewer since some time ago. She out-skilled all the young recruits and surpassed all privates in her techniques and - within less than a month's training - was recruited by Captain Jean who was determined to breach all protocols to include her into his squadron. "She's not just some any talent," he typed in his 2-page proposal (and among all other reasons to have Jo in) - to submit to Lil Hua, one of the superiors in the council (after a night's drinking challenge by her already tipsy self, sending her to her room, adding her favourite flowers - which he asked her and heard the answer all slurred up but still sharply understood by the ladies' man himself - in her vase), "she (Jo) IS technique."
As usual after every practice or actual warfare, the snowy-white haired rookie would be maintaining her mech. Jean wished every fella in his squadron would be do the same but too much of maintainence..
"Hey, give it a rest already." Jean knew: one more sentence and she would shut her shield, away from everyone. "Hey, yea, listen.."
The shield was already half-closed.
Jean's voice went into a commanding tone. "There's an official announcement."
Jo had been granted - by the council after Captain Jean almost-breached-protocol-second-request - official absence for all briefings. The captain stood in silence as the shield re-opened with deliberate slowness.
"The Songs will be here to join my squadron -" raising his voice above the whirl of the shield which was closing again -"they have chosen Ren's darling for a total haul makeover so -" he dropped his voice as the shield re-opened -"you'd better be prepared. And that's an order, rookie."
He thought he saw a pale expression of his rookie froze in horrified realisation - replaced by an expression of resolve -
before the shield closed back for the day again.
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"How was it?"
Clank
Captain Jean. Tall, well-built stood a good height of over 1.8m. His bleached-blonde hair was a stark contrast to his tanned skin and his teeth was as white and shiny as ever. Strong-jawed yet with light-brown eyes that twinkle or wink whenever he drops a joke or two with his subordinates or catching a girl's glance at him.
Jo. No one knew when she joined the force. However she herself was a force to be reckoned with. Eyes cold and silent, as her snowy-white hair bobbed short with slightly spiked-ends. She was a person of few words - and had been fewer since some time ago. She out-skilled all the young recruits and surpassed all privates in her techniques and - within less than a month's training - was recruited by Captain Jean who was determined to breach all protocols to include her into his squadron. "She's not just some any talent," he typed in his 2-page proposal (and among all other reasons to have Jo in) - to submit to Lil Hua, one of the superiors in the council (after a night's drinking challenge by her already tipsy self, sending her to her room, adding her favourite flowers - which he asked her and heard the answer all slurred up but still sharply understood by the ladies' man himself - in her vase), "she (Jo) IS technique."
As usual after every practice or actual warfare, the snowy-white haired rookie would be maintaining her mech. Jean wished every fella in his squadron would be do the same but too much of maintainence..
"Hey, give it a rest already." Jean knew: one more sentence and she would shut her shield, away from everyone. "Hey, yea, listen.."
The shield was already half-closed.
Jean's voice went into a commanding tone. "There's an official announcement."
Jo had been granted - by the council after Captain Jean almost-breached-protocol-second-request - official absence for all briefings. The captain stood in silence as the shield re-opened with deliberate slowness.
"The Songs will be here to join my squadron -" raising his voice above the whirl of the shield which was closing again -"they have chosen Ren's darling for a total haul makeover so -" he dropped his voice as the shield re-opened -"you'd better be prepared. And that's an order, rookie."
He thought he saw a pale expression of his rookie froze in horrified realisation - replaced by an expression of resolve -
before the shield closed back for the day again.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
triggerpoint
warning SMUT - my very first
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..hidoi..
all this emotions just makes me screaming for someone to be with, argh -
wet..
gross, i've nothing on except this piece of cloth. Should guys have sanitary protection too..i hate washing off all this..
wait - nono, not now, i can't -
was it the phone? Oh please no, it can't be..argh, it IS..
"Amai-chan u there?"
Not now girl!
"Amai-chaaaaaan..."
i said not now!
"..i'm -"
nono, not THAT voice - control..i can't..
"..in need.."
argh -
"Amai-chan?"
wat the - ?! how did YOU get here?!
"AMAI-CHAAAAAN!!!! IS THAT FOR ME!!!"
dun taste it, you - ! stop moaning!! that look - i can't..
STOP LICKING ME ALREADY!!
- bitch
"Amai-chaaaan.."
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..hidoi..
all this emotions just makes me screaming for someone to be with, argh -
wet..
gross, i've nothing on except this piece of cloth. Should guys have sanitary protection too..i hate washing off all this..
wait - nono, not now, i can't -
was it the phone? Oh please no, it can't be..argh, it IS..
"Amai-chan u there?"
Not now girl!
"Amai-chaaaaaan..."
i said not now!
"..i'm -"
nono, not THAT voice - control..i can't..
"..in need.."
argh -
"Amai-chan?"
wat the - ?! how did YOU get here?!
"AMAI-CHAAAAAN!!!! IS THAT FOR ME!!!"
dun taste it, you - ! stop moaning!! that look - i can't..
STOP LICKING ME ALREADY!!
- bitch
"Amai-chaaaan.."
another PoT fanfic: warning BL hints
A sms exchange of a story which Atobe-sama n i came up with. I expanded from there
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The usually-unfazed stotic captain just met his match. It was a bright and a slightly warm day.
However Tezuka Kunimitsu, Seigaku Tennis Club's captain, felt as if a pile of snow just fell onto him, his hand could barely hold tight onto his handphone, trying to rationalise what had just happened.
"Tezuka, come over..let's..do it again - "
"Fuji?"
"Tezu-"
There was an abrupt *click*
"Fuji!"
and the line was disconnected.
Suddenly Tezuka was very aware of his surroundings. He was aware that no one was within earshot, no one was near him or far away from him to catch his frozen shocked expression.
He found himself running, running with all his strength. Years of strict training has paid off and with much admiration from his juniors - except Echizen Ryoma, the first-year student who became a regular by his - Tezuka's - decision. Perhaps Inui's self-made drinks did boost the team’s endurance and stamina.
Reminded of Inui’s hundred-percent smile and the eyes hidden mysteriously behind his black-rimmed glasses and how – for the umpteenth time - he barely evaded Inui’s personal persuasions to taste his concoctions – juices – Tezuka could taste the bitter bile in his own tongue.
He realized that his thoughts had drifted afar from what he should do. He refused to rationalise why – he needed all the strength and energy he had to get to Fuji. Was Fuji alright? Calling the police without any evidence was not the right thing to do as one needs absolute evidence or clues to support one’s statement..but..would it be too late?
“Fuji..” Could Echizen keep up with this sudden acceleration?
Finally, his heart could burst – the gates to Fuji’s door which would –
Tezuka Kunimitsu, why did you press the intercom button at this time? Again refusing to rationalise how and why the gates were already opened, he tried to focus on his next move. Fuji..be safe..Tezuka sprang again into a sprint, not listening to any warning in his body – the door was unlocked -
“Tezuka..”
The captain of Seigaku Tennis Club stood frozen by the door.
The opened door led his eyes to a table in the middle of the hall. On the table were small scattered thick plastic blocks and surrounding the table three seated males looking back at him: there was his brown-hair azure-eyed genius
Fuji..
“Na Tezuka, finally you are awed by my powers. But that - ” a snap sliced through the air –“is not a good reason to keep ME waiting.”
Atobe..
“Oi ya, Tezuka finally shows up..crafty naa..”
Oshitari..
“Tezuka.”
He turned to the familiar voice he could never say no to..Fuji's smile was the sun's. “Hurry, come, sit here.." his fingers trailed alongside an empty chair, "the mahjong game is about to start."
Tezuka Kunimitsu almost fainted.
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Comments
Lay Peng said...
MAHJONG!!!! haha~ tat's a good one.... gah~ love the slash...
hehe...... .... ..... ...... THAT'S A GOOD ONE!!!!
8:40 PM
Young Minstrel said...
XD!!! thank u!!! i was nervous as to how the comments will be..i wouldn't have it without my friend who started the whole thing..(come to think of it..how did it began?)
10:41 PM
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The usually-unfazed stotic captain just met his match. It was a bright and a slightly warm day.
However Tezuka Kunimitsu, Seigaku Tennis Club's captain, felt as if a pile of snow just fell onto him, his hand could barely hold tight onto his handphone, trying to rationalise what had just happened.
"Tezuka, come over..let's..do it again - "
"Fuji?"
"Tezu-"
There was an abrupt *click*
"Fuji!"
and the line was disconnected.
Suddenly Tezuka was very aware of his surroundings. He was aware that no one was within earshot, no one was near him or far away from him to catch his frozen shocked expression.
He found himself running, running with all his strength. Years of strict training has paid off and with much admiration from his juniors - except Echizen Ryoma, the first-year student who became a regular by his - Tezuka's - decision. Perhaps Inui's self-made drinks did boost the team’s endurance and stamina.
Reminded of Inui’s hundred-percent smile and the eyes hidden mysteriously behind his black-rimmed glasses and how – for the umpteenth time - he barely evaded Inui’s personal persuasions to taste his concoctions – juices – Tezuka could taste the bitter bile in his own tongue.
He realized that his thoughts had drifted afar from what he should do. He refused to rationalise why – he needed all the strength and energy he had to get to Fuji. Was Fuji alright? Calling the police without any evidence was not the right thing to do as one needs absolute evidence or clues to support one’s statement..but..would it be too late?
“Fuji..” Could Echizen keep up with this sudden acceleration?
Finally, his heart could burst – the gates to Fuji’s door which would –
Tezuka Kunimitsu, why did you press the intercom button at this time? Again refusing to rationalise how and why the gates were already opened, he tried to focus on his next move. Fuji..be safe..Tezuka sprang again into a sprint, not listening to any warning in his body – the door was unlocked -
“Tezuka..”
The captain of Seigaku Tennis Club stood frozen by the door.
The opened door led his eyes to a table in the middle of the hall. On the table were small scattered thick plastic blocks and surrounding the table three seated males looking back at him: there was his brown-hair azure-eyed genius
Fuji..
“Na Tezuka, finally you are awed by my powers. But that - ” a snap sliced through the air –“is not a good reason to keep ME waiting.”
Atobe..
“Oi ya, Tezuka finally shows up..crafty naa..”
Oshitari..
“Tezuka.”
He turned to the familiar voice he could never say no to..Fuji's smile was the sun's. “Hurry, come, sit here.." his fingers trailed alongside an empty chair, "the mahjong game is about to start."
Tezuka Kunimitsu almost fainted.
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Comments
Lay Peng said...
MAHJONG!!!! haha~ tat's a good one.... gah~ love the slash...
hehe...... .... ..... ...... THAT'S A GOOD ONE!!!!
8:40 PM
Young Minstrel said...
XD!!! thank u!!! i was nervous as to how the comments will be..i wouldn't have it without my friend who started the whole thing..(come to think of it..how did it began?)
10:41 PM
story
specially dedicated to my two seiyuu-mates..no words say how i happy i am to know you both - means a lot to me..keep the dream alive yo? :3
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June yawned, stretched and sat sprawled along the row of chairs, looking around the studio in boredom.
"Na ya..." she complained, uttering perfect Kansai-ben.
It had been 2 hours since she had been waiting outside. Her friends Lay Peng and Kai Heng were in the recording room, doing their script lines.
"Two years, hasn't it nya..." she yawned and stretched again.
Two years...
"Miss you there! See you in Japan!"
"Ganbare yo!"
Two years ago they were a bunch of newbies in a voice-acting class with the inspiration to star in a Japanese animation. Along the years one dropped out but went into Japanese-comic-drawing.
It was that fateful day the doctor told her if she wouldn't stop her voice-acting her jaw problem would worsen and had to opt for surgery which would be extremely risky.
"Shanai wa.." she murmured, quickly wiping her tears away. However, all did not go to waste.
She gave up working and concentrated in perfecting her comic-drawing skills. It was not easy to see her friends having spending power: having a good time belting out Japanese songs in their favourite karaoke studio. If it was not for one who kept insisting on paying - of that became an never-ending shovings between the both of them: one insisting on paying for herself, the other insisting on paying for her. Someday she would pay back the favour - infinitely.
And then it happened.
***********
Another fateful day she was frantically trying to finish a frame for Enotomo-sensei to have back the studio when the man himself stood by the doorway, smiling.
"S-sensei!" she jumped up from seat. "I did not realise it’s time! Sorry! I'll pack my stuffs -"
"Osuwari!" Mr Enotomo burst out with a perfect intonation of her favourite Japanese animation character - which got her to stick herself on the chair, "Hai buchou!"..and she remembered why she said that..damn, she missed those days..she hated being alone when her friends have already made their names in Japan..what were their stage names again..?
It was when she got the news of her life.
Her works had been secretly sent to Japan without her knowing - all thanks to her sensei who always kept her work "for teaching reference" as he would always tell her.
"NA YA!" she sprang up from her seat - and checked herself. "Sorry," she scratched the back of her head, sheepishly grinning at her teacher who continued. She could not believe what she heard: all she could figure was her works had been complied and an animation was on the way: starring her two favourites - which was the reason why they went over.
"..but what's interesting is.." her teacher imitated a mischevious - scary - character's grin that could send a shiver down her spine, "they didn't know it was your work."
All she could manage was a gaping lower jaw (anymore flexible it could swing back and forth).
"I'm giving you the honour to tell them yourself."
************
Land.
Being acrophobic she could almost kiss the ground in relief. However the ground seemed to be shifting its plates from left, right, front, back.."Aaargh!" she cursed under her breath, gritting her teeth, forcing herself to trudge on with that heavy luggage and bag of hers. She definitely needed help - and she knows who to count on. With that thought, she felt better and even managed a grin - but realising stares around her - she flew her hand to her mouth - and giggled. No matter, it was a safe journey although there was a slight turbulence along the flight that made her wonder why in her life she wanted to draw a mecha series.
"I'm meeting my friends!" her heart thumped wilder and wilder as she proceeded to the arrival hall - and SQUUUEEEEEEAAAALED her way to her friends, squeezing the life out of them, crying.
"Sorry," she grinned sheepishly, wiping her tears away, "I MISS YOU!!!" Energy bounced back into her and both her friends could see her eyes shining as they would always when she would get excited - and nothing can stop her - except for food..probably..
It was going to be one long LOUD ride to their accomodation.
*************
"Uso..da.."
They were right after all. During the journey she had asked them whether they had read the manga before taking on roles for the anime. It was a dramatic change as she listened intently to their experiences as they recalled moments in the manga which made impressions in their memories, laughed along with and teased them. Through it all there was a seriousess and - even a hint of nervousness - in her voice that came across to them as strange..but one would have known she may be strongly invovled in this project.
Tears welled up her eyes again as she sat opposite them after telling them the news - without giving any time for herself to unpack but got them both down on their seats: the light in her eyes had faded, replaced with an emotionless expression on her face, her jaw set hard. And she had expected the blank look on their faces with her sudden change of emotion.
She was the one whose manga inspired the anime: the only manga-ka who did all the storyboard, the scripts, the drawings - everything.
She sighed, ruffling her gel-spiked bleached hair (which by some chemcial technology the gel would still hold the hair in place no matter how rough the ruffling might be).
Then it was her turn to blink-blank.
Lay Peng let out a SQUEEEEAL and - "REALLY?!!! IT WAS YOU?!!!! HOW DID YOU DO IT?!!!!" - etc.etc.
Kai Heng didn't say anything: he might have expected it. However it still had an element of surprise as almost 100% of analysation during the journey suddenly revealed the absolute truth.
While both of them were still reacting to the surprise June laid sprawled, yawned and stretched on the sofa of their apartment: she may not be home-home, but it was more than enough to be home: her dreams came true, based at where she had always dreamt of, having her friends to star in the anime which she had it firstly in the manga and to be heavily invovled in producation and the directing - with a voice line or two as a supporting characters to her friend's delight (and secretly would loved to drag her for future radio talk shows).
"Tadaima."
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Comments
atobe-sama said...
Awww!!! >///<>w< 3:57 PM
Lay Peng said...
Oh.... not a bad one... but do u really have trouble gg to cash studio?
Gomen ne... I didn't realise >_< 7:31 PM
Derf Shaya said...
... (Tezuka's voice) a-ah.
pretty introspective though, for most parts.
demo dekiru janai~ ganbare~
9:57 PM
Young Minstrel said...
minna...more than thank you for reading my story..
to complete this i'll fill-in as responses to your honourable comments
Atobe-sama *giggle*
-yes i have a jaw problem..TMJ to be precise, dat's y i cannot be a professional seiyuu
lay peng
1. i'm using kansai-ben n my own Japanese slang
2 & 5. u know my style of writing!! yes it was done in a flash, but i kinda like the messiness of it (just to show it was done in a flash, *Shuichi* YAHAHAHAA!!!)
3. *BLUSH* GANBARE!!!
4. *BLUSH*
4 again. Kai, read that? There may be a future in seiyuu-ing
*BLUSH*BOW* i'm honoured from a visit from an experienced fanfic writer
derf shaya-writer of mecha stories n the ONLY seiyuu no TENSAI DA!!! i've ever known: BOKU WA AN'TA NO FAN DA!!!
1:58 PM
*******************
June yawned, stretched and sat sprawled along the row of chairs, looking around the studio in boredom.
"Na ya..." she complained, uttering perfect Kansai-ben.
It had been 2 hours since she had been waiting outside. Her friends Lay Peng and Kai Heng were in the recording room, doing their script lines.
"Two years, hasn't it nya..." she yawned and stretched again.
Two years...
"Miss you there! See you in Japan!"
"Ganbare yo!"
Two years ago they were a bunch of newbies in a voice-acting class with the inspiration to star in a Japanese animation. Along the years one dropped out but went into Japanese-comic-drawing.
It was that fateful day the doctor told her if she wouldn't stop her voice-acting her jaw problem would worsen and had to opt for surgery which would be extremely risky.
"Shanai wa.." she murmured, quickly wiping her tears away. However, all did not go to waste.
She gave up working and concentrated in perfecting her comic-drawing skills. It was not easy to see her friends having spending power: having a good time belting out Japanese songs in their favourite karaoke studio. If it was not for one who kept insisting on paying - of that became an never-ending shovings between the both of them: one insisting on paying for herself, the other insisting on paying for her. Someday she would pay back the favour - infinitely.
And then it happened.
***********
Another fateful day she was frantically trying to finish a frame for Enotomo-sensei to have back the studio when the man himself stood by the doorway, smiling.
"S-sensei!" she jumped up from seat. "I did not realise it’s time! Sorry! I'll pack my stuffs -"
"Osuwari!" Mr Enotomo burst out with a perfect intonation of her favourite Japanese animation character - which got her to stick herself on the chair, "Hai buchou!"..and she remembered why she said that..damn, she missed those days..she hated being alone when her friends have already made their names in Japan..what were their stage names again..?
It was when she got the news of her life.
Her works had been secretly sent to Japan without her knowing - all thanks to her sensei who always kept her work "for teaching reference" as he would always tell her.
"NA YA!" she sprang up from her seat - and checked herself. "Sorry," she scratched the back of her head, sheepishly grinning at her teacher who continued. She could not believe what she heard: all she could figure was her works had been complied and an animation was on the way: starring her two favourites - which was the reason why they went over.
"..but what's interesting is.." her teacher imitated a mischevious - scary - character's grin that could send a shiver down her spine, "they didn't know it was your work."
All she could manage was a gaping lower jaw (anymore flexible it could swing back and forth).
"I'm giving you the honour to tell them yourself."
************
Land.
Being acrophobic she could almost kiss the ground in relief. However the ground seemed to be shifting its plates from left, right, front, back.."Aaargh!" she cursed under her breath, gritting her teeth, forcing herself to trudge on with that heavy luggage and bag of hers. She definitely needed help - and she knows who to count on. With that thought, she felt better and even managed a grin - but realising stares around her - she flew her hand to her mouth - and giggled. No matter, it was a safe journey although there was a slight turbulence along the flight that made her wonder why in her life she wanted to draw a mecha series.
"I'm meeting my friends!" her heart thumped wilder and wilder as she proceeded to the arrival hall - and SQUUUEEEEEEAAAALED her way to her friends, squeezing the life out of them, crying.
"Sorry," she grinned sheepishly, wiping her tears away, "I MISS YOU!!!" Energy bounced back into her and both her friends could see her eyes shining as they would always when she would get excited - and nothing can stop her - except for food..probably..
It was going to be one long LOUD ride to their accomodation.
*************
"Uso..da.."
They were right after all. During the journey she had asked them whether they had read the manga before taking on roles for the anime. It was a dramatic change as she listened intently to their experiences as they recalled moments in the manga which made impressions in their memories, laughed along with and teased them. Through it all there was a seriousess and - even a hint of nervousness - in her voice that came across to them as strange..but one would have known she may be strongly invovled in this project.
Tears welled up her eyes again as she sat opposite them after telling them the news - without giving any time for herself to unpack but got them both down on their seats: the light in her eyes had faded, replaced with an emotionless expression on her face, her jaw set hard. And she had expected the blank look on their faces with her sudden change of emotion.
She was the one whose manga inspired the anime: the only manga-ka who did all the storyboard, the scripts, the drawings - everything.
She sighed, ruffling her gel-spiked bleached hair (which by some chemcial technology the gel would still hold the hair in place no matter how rough the ruffling might be).
Then it was her turn to blink-blank.
Lay Peng let out a SQUEEEEAL and - "REALLY?!!! IT WAS YOU?!!!! HOW DID YOU DO IT?!!!!" - etc.etc.
Kai Heng didn't say anything: he might have expected it. However it still had an element of surprise as almost 100% of analysation during the journey suddenly revealed the absolute truth.
While both of them were still reacting to the surprise June laid sprawled, yawned and stretched on the sofa of their apartment: she may not be home-home, but it was more than enough to be home: her dreams came true, based at where she had always dreamt of, having her friends to star in the anime which she had it firstly in the manga and to be heavily invovled in producation and the directing - with a voice line or two as a supporting characters to her friend's delight (and secretly would loved to drag her for future radio talk shows).
"Tadaima."
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Comments
atobe-sama said...
Awww!!! >///<>w< 3:57 PM
Lay Peng said...
Oh.... not a bad one... but do u really have trouble gg to cash studio?
Gomen ne... I didn't realise >_< 7:31 PM
Derf Shaya said...
... (Tezuka's voice) a-ah.
pretty introspective though, for most parts.
demo dekiru janai~ ganbare~
9:57 PM
Young Minstrel said...
minna...more than thank you for reading my story..
to complete this i'll fill-in as responses to your honourable comments
Atobe-sama *giggle*
-yes i have a jaw problem..TMJ to be precise, dat's y i cannot be a professional seiyuu
lay peng
1. i'm using kansai-ben n my own Japanese slang
2 & 5. u know my style of writing!! yes it was done in a flash, but i kinda like the messiness of it (just to show it was done in a flash, *Shuichi* YAHAHAHAA!!!)
3. *BLUSH* GANBARE!!!
4. *BLUSH*
4 again. Kai, read that? There may be a future in seiyuu-ing
*BLUSH*BOW* i'm honoured from a visit from an experienced fanfic writer
derf shaya-writer of mecha stories n the ONLY seiyuu no TENSAI DA!!! i've ever known: BOKU WA AN'TA NO FAN DA!!!
1:58 PM
another short one
buchou no tame ni..to thank you..for everything..
i'll never forget stay-up msn weekday nights with u
matta doyobi yo..(looking forward to it!!)
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They told me to be careful.
Watch out...they told me. Yeah, right. What harm could just one do? The laws protect us from them.
But sitting opposite me was a sight to behold.
Snow-white skin - as if risen from the depths of a snow-covered land...blue eyes as sapphire-blue as the precious stone itself..hair shone so white-silver that one would hide, ashamed of even standing among the crowds the moment this figure would appear.
But the child-like face....the face that has lived through years in time, lit by the innocent sapphire-blue eyes which sparkled in the moonlight. Yet the face tells a story of a lifetime - of joy, sorrow and pain..loneliness..
How do you summarise a story when you have lived long enough to weave a tale..of a hundred years..and more?
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Comment
Derf Shaya said...
A vampire... sasuga desu!
12:56 AM
i'll never forget stay-up msn weekday nights with u
matta doyobi yo..(looking forward to it!!)
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They told me to be careful.
Watch out...they told me. Yeah, right. What harm could just one do? The laws protect us from them.
But sitting opposite me was a sight to behold.
Snow-white skin - as if risen from the depths of a snow-covered land...blue eyes as sapphire-blue as the precious stone itself..hair shone so white-silver that one would hide, ashamed of even standing among the crowds the moment this figure would appear.
But the child-like face....the face that has lived through years in time, lit by the innocent sapphire-blue eyes which sparkled in the moonlight. Yet the face tells a story of a lifetime - of joy, sorrow and pain..loneliness..
How do you summarise a story when you have lived long enough to weave a tale..of a hundred years..and more?
--------------------------------
Comment
Derf Shaya said...
A vampire... sasuga desu!
12:56 AM
the first of all the first on my blog
What have I done wrong?
I know I should have said, "Sorry"..but it wasn't my fault. It happened in a flash - all too sudden and I didn't know how to react.
Now here I stand, alone..
Drops of rain, beating upon my head..good, I need that. Go on, rail your anger on me, just pelt on me..
Stupid
Hypocrite, what makes you think you are so right? You weren't there when it happened. The sun was. Shining admist the swirling white clouds. The breeze was there but soon it turned into a howl - of warning, now that I think about it..
What did I not do?
I know I should have said, "Sorry"..but it wasn't my fault. It happened in a flash - all too sudden and I didn't know how to react.
Now here I stand, alone..
Drops of rain, beating upon my head..good, I need that. Go on, rail your anger on me, just pelt on me..
Stupid
Hypocrite, what makes you think you are so right? You weren't there when it happened. The sun was. Shining admist the swirling white clouds. The breeze was there but soon it turned into a howl - of warning, now that I think about it..
What did I not do?
my first long Tezuka/Fuji fanfic (warning: light yaoi): there wasn't anything anyone could do
..all we could do was wait, wait, wait
How did it happen!
I don't know..all I could hear was noises..terrible, terrible noises..I remembered burying my face in my hands. I couldn't say a word.
I remembered..
It seemed like a strange night to them because both of us were not in the mood to open our mouths or manage a smile during the party. The answer was obvious. Earlier I changed our meeting time: I wanted to know the truth.
You smiled..the smile I can never forget. Everytime when the world seems to be full of hypocrites you barge into my barrier of thoughts which I had tried so hard not to let anyone read them.
"What's the matter?"
Your voice..I thought my knees would give way whenever I hear you, even in the silence of the night
Your touch..you always slide your hand into mine in public, ignoring all stares.
And all I ever want..is you.
I didn't answer. I led you to the park - to that very spot where you first found it - where no one could ever see us, even in broad daylight. Face to face, still you looked at me with your azure blue eyes
~"I'd like try on those tricoloured-green contact lens one day"
"Not allowed."
That was the first and the last of the tricoloured-green-contact-lens topic~
I want the truth, I want it more than anybody else. Perhaps your sister knew about it. Perhaps you told your younger brother. Why am I the last to know..
"Lost in your thoughts again." There was a hint of impatience in your gentle voice. Your breath..so close..to my skin..where-
"I'm here.."
I remembered closing my eyes..your clothes are in our way..
"No." I remembered pushing you away, I shut my eyes tight to ignore that..mischevious glint in your eyes..I- "Is there someone else!"
Silence.
"No..no..that's not-" Why wasn't I thinking!
It was when I felt you left my grasp, leaving me alone. But I saw you walking to my car..
~"Buy a car"
"No. No one uses it except you the driver in the front..and on the back seat.."
That somehow settled the drive-uh-car-buying issue~
You would always find a loop somewhere along my arm and hook yours to mine in the darkness of the night whenever I lock the car..but not that night. Without a word, you had walked ten metres in front..and away..from me..
I couldn't call for you. I just couldn't. Tell me!
Everyone was surprised: I walked in after him. We would always enter together and come out together..but not that night. They did not know he had entered the party venue.
I couldn't stay long, I did not want to. I had enough. We have not settled that topic. I had to leave early before the police start making alcohol-breath-tests. In my depression I think I drank a little too much-only you can cause me to have emotions..
I knew you were sullenly following behind me, for you always refused any driver's offer to send you home, saying you already have a designated chaffeur - and come running after me.
You did not run to me that night. You did not grab my arm to give me your "surprise-brush-my-lips-against-yours"..
~"Never do that again."
"But-"
"..."
That settled the topic~
You would always be the first to start a topic..and leave me breathless-but not that night.
Mechanical. Routine. That was how I start the car that night. That was how I almost banged onto another car reversing and accelerating hard and fast-
~"It isn't me you're driving, *Furant'-sito-san."~
Silence.
60km/h: I tried my best to lighten the situation
~"Faster."
"I'm driving a car."
"Our car, ne.."~
I tried to relate those what-you-would-call-it-cute-exchanges but I couldn't. Enough is enough.
"The truth."
Silence.
"Tell-" I raised my voice a little-my head..the alcohol-
"WRONG TURN!"
Throbbing..I must stop..to rest..but you spoke..?..finally..I could..touch you..once more..
I felt you grabbing my tired arms, shouting.."Wha-"
I couldn't remember anything more. I couldn't..
All I could hear were noises. All I could smell was something so horrendous that I will always remember for the rest of my life. All I could make out was those irritating flashing red lights searing my vision apart.
They said I was fine-but not for you. They told me they had called your home-your sister was the first to answer.
And now she was held back by-who i can't..remember-after shaking me so hard crying.
The alcohol in my head is cleared now.
But not our topic.
All we could do was wait
and hope
for you
to live
and love..
..again..
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Hope you like it, although it's BL. Sorry if I have drifted: I haven't written this long a length for a long time!!! I tried to stay on as much as possible, trying to keep the flow with understandable Engrish although it's past my sleeping time. I have deliberately ignored some English grammar rules in favour of manga/anime.
I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED.
Yes, I was inspired by a TezukaxFuji fanfic writer's on the theme of a car accident. This is my own version.
Actually I did not want the story to be so obvious that it is a Tezuka/Fuji fanfic. I wanted it neutral so that both male-and-female-readers can relate comfortably to the story. I'm quite surprised I can flow along the fanfic preferred style of expression.
Comments on my writing style appreciated!!!
(*Furant'-sito-san = the Japanese-foreign pronounciation of "Mr Font-seat", as how I would think Fuji Syuusuke the genius-how many languages does he speak and understand?!-would abbreviate it)
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Comments
(from church) XD. said...
OMG ANGST TEZUKA <3_<3>.<~! - not putting in my real name after finding out in school what random people can do to your name if you post it on a website >_< title="comment permalink" href="http://youngminstrel.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-long-tezukafuji-fanfic-warning.html?showComment=1214718600000#c6658309425073179653">1:50 PM
Young Minstrel said...
THANK YOU!!!!oh sorry if my story blurblur..i'll relate the main points
Fuji did not die: he suffered major injures from the car crash thus was in the hospital-operation room while Fuji's elder sister n Tezuka waited outside
It happened because Tezuka was very depressed. He wanted to know if there was a third person in their relationship until he drank too much alcohol n drunk-drive n Fuji was sitting beside him
The depression n alcohol was too much for Tezuka until he almost lost consciousness thus made a wrong turn
when Fuji finally broke the silence by shouting "WRONG TURN!", Tezuka was so relieved that he let go of the steering wheel bcos he wanted to touch Fuji. Fuji tried to grab the steering wheel but it was too late - they crashed
11:31 PM
explodreamer said...
yoz~ nice one... I like the mood in it. Too bad i dun go for PoT.... it's a good start... do write more!
Oh yea... and ur furuba link:http://www.savefile.com/files/1670530
How did it happen!
I don't know..all I could hear was noises..terrible, terrible noises..I remembered burying my face in my hands. I couldn't say a word.
I remembered..
It seemed like a strange night to them because both of us were not in the mood to open our mouths or manage a smile during the party. The answer was obvious. Earlier I changed our meeting time: I wanted to know the truth.
You smiled..the smile I can never forget. Everytime when the world seems to be full of hypocrites you barge into my barrier of thoughts which I had tried so hard not to let anyone read them.
"What's the matter?"
Your voice..I thought my knees would give way whenever I hear you, even in the silence of the night
Your touch..you always slide your hand into mine in public, ignoring all stares.
And all I ever want..is you.
I didn't answer. I led you to the park - to that very spot where you first found it - where no one could ever see us, even in broad daylight. Face to face, still you looked at me with your azure blue eyes
~"I'd like try on those tricoloured-green contact lens one day"
"Not allowed."
That was the first and the last of the tricoloured-green-contact-lens topic~
I want the truth, I want it more than anybody else. Perhaps your sister knew about it. Perhaps you told your younger brother. Why am I the last to know..
"Lost in your thoughts again." There was a hint of impatience in your gentle voice. Your breath..so close..to my skin..where-
"I'm here.."
I remembered closing my eyes..your clothes are in our way..
"No." I remembered pushing you away, I shut my eyes tight to ignore that..mischevious glint in your eyes..I- "Is there someone else!"
Silence.
"No..no..that's not-" Why wasn't I thinking!
It was when I felt you left my grasp, leaving me alone. But I saw you walking to my car..
~"Buy a car"
"No. No one uses it except you the driver in the front..and on the back seat.."
That somehow settled the drive-uh-car-buying issue~
You would always find a loop somewhere along my arm and hook yours to mine in the darkness of the night whenever I lock the car..but not that night. Without a word, you had walked ten metres in front..and away..from me..
I couldn't call for you. I just couldn't. Tell me!
Everyone was surprised: I walked in after him. We would always enter together and come out together..but not that night. They did not know he had entered the party venue.
I couldn't stay long, I did not want to. I had enough. We have not settled that topic. I had to leave early before the police start making alcohol-breath-tests. In my depression I think I drank a little too much-only you can cause me to have emotions..
I knew you were sullenly following behind me, for you always refused any driver's offer to send you home, saying you already have a designated chaffeur - and come running after me.
You did not run to me that night. You did not grab my arm to give me your "surprise-brush-my-lips-against-yours"..
~"Never do that again."
"But-"
"..."
That settled the topic~
You would always be the first to start a topic..and leave me breathless-but not that night.
Mechanical. Routine. That was how I start the car that night. That was how I almost banged onto another car reversing and accelerating hard and fast-
~"It isn't me you're driving, *Furant'-sito-san."~
Silence.
60km/h: I tried my best to lighten the situation
~"Faster."
"I'm driving a car."
"Our car, ne.."~
I tried to relate those what-you-would-call-it-cute-exchanges but I couldn't. Enough is enough.
"The truth."
Silence.
"Tell-" I raised my voice a little-my head..the alcohol-
"WRONG TURN!"
Throbbing..I must stop..to rest..but you spoke..?..finally..I could..touch you..once more..
I felt you grabbing my tired arms, shouting.."Wha-"
I couldn't remember anything more. I couldn't..
All I could hear were noises. All I could smell was something so horrendous that I will always remember for the rest of my life. All I could make out was those irritating flashing red lights searing my vision apart.
They said I was fine-but not for you. They told me they had called your home-your sister was the first to answer.
And now she was held back by-who i can't..remember-after shaking me so hard crying.
The alcohol in my head is cleared now.
But not our topic.
All we could do was wait
and hope
for you
to live
and love..
..again..
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Hope you like it, although it's BL. Sorry if I have drifted: I haven't written this long a length for a long time!!! I tried to stay on as much as possible, trying to keep the flow with understandable Engrish although it's past my sleeping time. I have deliberately ignored some English grammar rules in favour of manga/anime.
I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED.
Yes, I was inspired by a TezukaxFuji fanfic writer's on the theme of a car accident. This is my own version.
Actually I did not want the story to be so obvious that it is a Tezuka/Fuji fanfic. I wanted it neutral so that both male-and-female-readers can relate comfortably to the story. I'm quite surprised I can flow along the fanfic preferred style of expression.
Comments on my writing style appreciated!!!
(*Furant'-sito-san = the Japanese-foreign pronounciation of "Mr Font-seat", as how I would think Fuji Syuusuke the genius-how many languages does he speak and understand?!-would abbreviate it)
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Comments
(from church) XD. said...
OMG ANGST TEZUKA <3_<3>.<~! - not putting in my real name after finding out in school what random people can do to your name if you post it on a website >_< title="comment permalink" href="http://youngminstrel.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-long-tezukafuji-fanfic-warning.html?showComment=1214718600000#c6658309425073179653">1:50 PM
Young Minstrel said...
THANK YOU!!!!oh sorry if my story blurblur..i'll relate the main points
Fuji did not die: he suffered major injures from the car crash thus was in the hospital-operation room while Fuji's elder sister n Tezuka waited outside
It happened because Tezuka was very depressed. He wanted to know if there was a third person in their relationship until he drank too much alcohol n drunk-drive n Fuji was sitting beside him
The depression n alcohol was too much for Tezuka until he almost lost consciousness thus made a wrong turn
when Fuji finally broke the silence by shouting "WRONG TURN!", Tezuka was so relieved that he let go of the steering wheel bcos he wanted to touch Fuji. Fuji tried to grab the steering wheel but it was too late - they crashed
11:31 PM
explodreamer said...
yoz~ nice one... I like the mood in it. Too bad i dun go for PoT.... it's a good start... do write more!
Oh yea... and ur furuba link:http://www.savefile.com/files/1670530
the really first fanfic..
Sensei..waited long..here's to u..
LP: you ROCK la...thank u...
M.Atobe-sama no bigi no yoi na..
(Kak: how's my first fic XD)
YOSH! YUDAN SEZU NI..
"honma ni?" XD
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There was nothing more I could say.
All I could do was stand, fixing my gaze onto you. You were right after all: friends DON'T DO that.
Yet, how can I resist you when you were standing so close to me? All I did was leaning myself against the table's edge - was I leaning in a seducing manner? Not surprisingly, my hip was slightly cocked to - the left...or was it the right?
Yes, I admit. I was toying with your feelings. I caught that confused look in your eyes and seized that moment - for I may never get to have you again.
It was hard to resist you wearing your white shirt - two loose buttons from the top - I caught you changing.
Yes, I barged into your room without knocking onto your door. I admit I was...lonely. What took you so long in your room?
But we are still early…Shocked, you could only manage to utter, slightly cracked in a brief stuttering of your voice.
Where did I go wrong? Is it not right that I reveal my feelings towards you? Is it true that I do not deserve to love you?
Those dreamy eyes..no one can resist them. I must have you first before anyone else.
But there we were, our breaths hard and laboured, the fiery passion in our hearts that could not be quelled, our tongues thirsting for more from each other..answered..you were too strong - you stole very single gasp from my lip with yours burning into mine - I thought my lungs would burst and I would die.
That was when you resisted.
I was blinded for a moment - what force had thrown me far back - my hands grapped wildly for something anything..someone..you.
I heard a gasp - or - I thought I heard it - and a huge strength suspended my very being - who is it..I was inches away from smashing my head onto the edge of the bed - if not for your arms.
More..but you laid back onto your pillows, all I could see was the ceiling but not your eyes...
I fumbled - you weren't helping..still shocked from your reaction. I could only stand up, fixing my gaze upon you.
I'm sorry..
Should I say it that to you? I wonder.
Because today I knew you made a detour, your eyes secretly scanning the classroom - and found me sitting here. Your eyes lit up – but the light died in an instant - too many people around..your jaw clenched tightly, ripping your confused gaze from my smile.
I left you naked
Somehow today you would find more excuses to try to find me, to walk home with me..
as we did..yesterday..and the day before..
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Comments
LP: you ROCK la...thank u...
M.Atobe-sama no bigi no yoi na..
(Kak: how's my first fic XD)
YOSH! YUDAN SEZU NI..
"honma ni?" XD
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There was nothing more I could say.
All I could do was stand, fixing my gaze onto you. You were right after all: friends DON'T DO that.
Yet, how can I resist you when you were standing so close to me? All I did was leaning myself against the table's edge - was I leaning in a seducing manner? Not surprisingly, my hip was slightly cocked to - the left...or was it the right?
Yes, I admit. I was toying with your feelings. I caught that confused look in your eyes and seized that moment - for I may never get to have you again.
It was hard to resist you wearing your white shirt - two loose buttons from the top - I caught you changing.
Yes, I barged into your room without knocking onto your door. I admit I was...lonely. What took you so long in your room?
But we are still early…Shocked, you could only manage to utter, slightly cracked in a brief stuttering of your voice.
Where did I go wrong? Is it not right that I reveal my feelings towards you? Is it true that I do not deserve to love you?
Those dreamy eyes..no one can resist them. I must have you first before anyone else.
But there we were, our breaths hard and laboured, the fiery passion in our hearts that could not be quelled, our tongues thirsting for more from each other..answered..you were too strong - you stole very single gasp from my lip with yours burning into mine - I thought my lungs would burst and I would die.
That was when you resisted.
I was blinded for a moment - what force had thrown me far back - my hands grapped wildly for something anything..someone..you.
I heard a gasp - or - I thought I heard it - and a huge strength suspended my very being - who is it..I was inches away from smashing my head onto the edge of the bed - if not for your arms.
More..but you laid back onto your pillows, all I could see was the ceiling but not your eyes...
I fumbled - you weren't helping..still shocked from your reaction. I could only stand up, fixing my gaze upon you.
I'm sorry..
Should I say it that to you? I wonder.
Because today I knew you made a detour, your eyes secretly scanning the classroom - and found me sitting here. Your eyes lit up – but the light died in an instant - too many people around..your jaw clenched tightly, ripping your confused gaze from my smile.
I left you naked
Somehow today you would find more excuses to try to find me, to walk home with me..
as we did..yesterday..and the day before..
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Comments
Derf Shaya said...
Nice! Not a single word spoken at all...
8:58 PM
Lay Peng said...
Nice~~ Love it... you mean your original fiction? Haha, seriously... I love it... Do some smut leh~~ XD Haha, joking joking. This is wonderful, do keep writing :D
3:25 PM
atobe-sama~ said...
OwO!!
SMUT! OMG, I better not be caught reading this XD! SMUTSMUT~~
Is it Tezuka angsting now? How creative :D. I like Tezuka angst; its so him...XD!! Strict, stotic, burnt toast character, deep down inside a passionate, AHEM, lover~~!
*nosebleed*
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