Friday, October 15, 2004

   *mood:: Bored, and yet Amused*

	Devil: ^^;; Yes, I am crazy. As if you don't know that now. Anyway, I'm bored again. But very amused! Jou: That can't be good. Kaiba: Get ready to take cover. Bakura: *puts pot on head* I am ready! Devil: -_- That was sooo not funny. Anyway, here's a little snippit I wrote a while ago. *swoosh* Not a fan of Shounen-ai? Then scroll down to the end of the post. ^^ Simple, ne? The sun's shining and the birds are chirping and everyone's outside, having fun. Except me. I don't know how I got here- in detention. All I remember is waking up in the nurse's office. Well, I'm not the only one. There's Him - in all his wonderful glory. Long, black hair, shining emerald eyes, lean figure, lots of attitude, fetish for dice. Yep, you know whom I'm talking about. Otogi Ryuuji- The gorgeous bad boy. Again, in all his glory. I'm sitting in my desk as he leans against the wall next to me, throwing and catching a pair of dice, slowly losing interest. I look back down at the paper on my desk, tracing my pencil along the lines of my drawing. What am I drawing, you ask? What do you think? A soft yawning sound draws my attention as Duke looks over my shoulder. "Hey, nice drawing." 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I nod and suddenly I ask the question that's been bothering me, "Why are we here?" "That doofus Honda is to blame. He was throwing your books around with that mutt, Jonouchi. One of the books went flying and hit someone and another hit you in the head. While I was trying to help pick up the books, some teacher came and said she saw us throwing the books around. We get blamed." He scoffed lightly. "Honda's not a doofus and Jounouchi's not a mutt. You shouldn't be so mean." "I shouldn't be so mean? How about you shouldn't be so nice and trusting and defending." He replies, crossing his arms. I quickly stand up from my desk and stand stiff, "You shouldn't talk about them!" My eyes widen as he leans forward towards my face, "You shouldn't be defending them. They're the ones who're mean. They're mean to you! So why are you defending them?" "B-B-Because! I don't believe in the good and bad! Everyone has some good in them!" I reply, unhappy with my stutter. He raises an eyebrow and then, just as I diswanted, there's silence. Thoughts pry though my mind. Ones of good and ones of bad. And others of what might happen. "Gee, you should be lawyer." He snickers. "What's that supposed to mean, Dicey?" I ask. There's another silence as my words sink in and suddenly a little thunder and lightning storm appears above our heads as he presses his forehead against mine. "Nobody calls me that." He mutters. 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Stepping close on my tip-toes and pressing my lips against his. While I expected large blue lines to appear on his forehead and him pulling away, instead he wraps his arms around me and from the due uncomfortable ness, I have to lift my legs up and wrap them around his waist. A gasp escapes my lips as my back is pressed against the wall. The door suddenly opens. "Now, if you'll excuse my tardiness, let's move... right....." Our teacher's voice trails off and I can feel her eyes burning a hole through us. But, despite the interruption, the kiss hasn't been broken. His tongue running along the roof of my mouth, sending chills down my spine. Speaking of spines, my hands are running down his back, painfully slow. Painfully because I'm desperate to explore the rest of his body, but I just can't move fast enough. The sudden and unwanted need for air pulls us apart, leaving us panting heavily for breath. I look over Otogi's shoulder and groan. It's the Merciless. I don't think I need to explain her. But, she honsetly doesn't like shounen and/or shoujo. Man, are we in trouble now. I just HAD to kiss the trouble maker! " Do you know why I dislike shounen? Maybe I should explain!" She growls, dragging us to our seats. With Otogi sitting in front of me, I have the sudden urge to... pull his hair; I don't really know why, but I feel like lacing my fingers into his hair and yanking it, hopefully not pulling any out. Lacing my fingers into his hair, I lightly pull, though I still want to yank . He winces softly and while I really don't like seeing people in pain, this is something different. I pull again, watching Otogi's hand grab onto mine and try and pry my fingers away. Instead, he ends up letting his hair out of it's ponytail. My eyes widen as it falls free, swishing from side to side, in slow motion. (Matrix!) From the side, I see Otogi's face flush and he quickly tries to tie his hair back up, delayed by my hand taking hold of his. "Are you listening to me!?" Merciless nearly screams. She stomps over, taking Otogi by his collar and dragging him to the other side of the room. I watch as Otogi continues to tie his hair back up. I think I'm obsessed with him! But, already? I mean it was just a kiss. Wasn't it? I know that many other people are obsessed with him, girls and boys. I think I'm being added to the list. I also know that Otogi would kiss anyone. His kisses can be tricky; you may think they're serious when they're not or you may think they're just cliches when they're serious. You have to be careful with him. Though I think I may be a little late learning that. "NOW! Have I made myself clear? If so, then we can move along to your detention." My head drops onto my desk with a hollow 'thunk' and my arms drop to my sides. Can this get any worse? No. At least I PRAY it can't! ....I wonder what Yami's doing. Hm. Devil: Hm. Maybe it wasn't a snippit. *shrug* Oh, well! ^w^ Bakura: I thought she was going to do something worse. Devil: Bakura, you ain't seen nothing yet. Bakura: I don't like the sound of that. Jou: That means that instead of torturing me or Kaiba, you're next. Bakura: NANI?! [What] Kaiba: Yep. Devil: Aren't I an angel? *cutesy look* Kaiba: Cutesy just doesn't fit you. Bakura: More like evil. Devil: if you add a 'D' to that, you get my name! ^____________^ Teehee...
	~*Much luff, Hemiko

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