Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Guys, I had a really bad nightmare last night. Really. I started to cry because of it. It was one I'd never had before and I hope I never have it again. I dreamed that my cousin Emily (who lives in North Carolina and is married) died. I don't even know WHY I dreamed this because Emily is like a big sister to me. I don't get to see her that often and the last time I saw her was...well, I think our Pepere's birthday in May. And I think she's gonna be coming up from NC this weekend since her brother is bringing his fiance up from NC so that we can meet her. But anyway, I was so scared when I woke up this morning. I couldn't believe I'd dream something like that. I honest to God had tears falling down my cheeks.

Well, here's a small analysis from the Dream Interpretation site:

To see your cousin in your dream, represents something or some aspect of your character that is somewhat familiar. Perhaps you need to spend more time in cultivating and developing some emerging ability or character.

To dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life.


You guys have no idea just how freaking accurate those things are. Emily is married and has been for a long time and I guess I kinda envy her for that. She's really beautiful too and fun to hang around. I guess she represents the part of me that wishes for a loving relationship someday. That's really weird. I had to dream of her dying just to figure that out? What the?

My right shoulder really hurts now =( I don't know what I did to it, but it hurts so much all of a sudden. I probably shouldn't be on the comp. Anyway, I think I'm gonna go on AIM for a bit. You guys are welcome to message me if you want.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

Duuuuudes. Um...had my back cracked today ^-^ It inspired me to write a SasuSaku oneshot. Seriously. Go read it at ff.net =) I already got a bunch of comments. I have some fics that I wanna post here because, well, I haven't posted any of my writings in a long time and I thought maybe some of you would be interested. So here's some random parts to a TezukaOC fic I'm writing...as well as an AtobeOC. Two completely different stories by the way.

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I’ve never quite understood the wonder that is tennis. It was ironic, given that I went to Seishun Gakuen, home of the famed Seigaku tennis club. I guess I just wasn’t a sporty person by nature. My younger brother was a sports fanatic, but he was more into baseball and basketball. I was artsy, so I spent the majority of my time indoors after school hours, drawing or painting. Several of my classmates, who I was fairly close to, were on the tennis team. Regulars, if I’m not mistaken.

So I’m not sure why the tennis coach suddenly sought me out after school one day. I was packing my bag to go down to the art room, when I noticed the elderly tennis couch, Ryuzaki-sensei, come striding into the classroom. “You’re Mizuno Natari, right?” she asked.

I blinked a few times. “H-Hai,” I answered slowly.

“Good, I found you,” she sighed happily. “I was having a chat with your art teacher and he mentioned that you were having a bit of an ‘artist block’ lately.”

I blushed slightly. “Um…yes, that’s true, sensei.” Why would Tetsumo-sensei tell Ryuzaki-sensei that I had artist block?

“Well, I was thinking and thought it’d be a good opportunity for you to come with me to the tennis club.”

“T-Tennis?” I gasped. “But I—”

“Not to play, Mizuno. I was hoping you’d be interested in finding inspiration with the team. I’m sure they’d love to have you around.”

“I…I don’t know, sensei.”

She smiled and put a hand on my shoulder. “Come with me now so that you can meet them. Stay for the practice and bring your sketchbook. You won’t be disappointed.”

I bit my lip. Why me, of all people? There were plenty of other artists in the school, much more talented ones. Why was I the only one mentioned? I should have felt honored, but everything had happened so fast. Before I knew it, I was following Ryuzaki-sensei outside and towards the tennis courts.

I saw the members all giving me strange looks as I passed by. I tried hiding my face but to no avail. Ryuzaki-sensei suddenly stopped and put her hands on her hips. “Listen up, everyone!” she called. All the boys turned to look at her. “This is Mizuno Natari.” She stepped aside, and suddenly all eyes were on me. I gulped and nervously fiddled with the strap on my backpack. “She’s in a bit of an ‘artist slump’, as one would say, and I’ve offered to help her regain her motivation by bringing her here.”

“What for, sensei?” one of the boys asked.

“She will be drawing you.”

“EEEEHHH??!!”

I felt my cheeks warm up as all the boys stared at me in shock and in awe. “I want you all to gradually get to know her so that she’s not just drawing complete strangers. Now, is anyone here familiar with Mizuno?” I saw my friends, Fuji Syuusuke and Kikumaru Eiji, raise their hands. I smiled and gave a small wave to them. “All right then. Tezuka, you should meet with Mizuno first, since you’re the captain.”

“Hai, sensei.” I glanced over and felt my eyes widen. I hadn’t been in Tezuka Kunimitsu’s class since freshman year, so I rarely saw him on campus anymore. He had grown quite handsome and tall over the years. He walked over to me and bowed his head slightly. “Yoroshiku, Mizuno-san.”

“Y-Yoroshiku onegaishimasu, Tezuka-san,” I replied with a bow of my own. “Ano…so you’re the captain?”

“Hai.”

“That must be stressful.”

“It is,” he admitted. “But I never wish I was anything less.”

“That’s a good attitude to have, Tezuka-san.” There was an uncomfortable silence. I bit my lip. “So…Ryuzaki-sensei told me I wouldn’t regret coming here to meet everyone and watch you all play. Is she right?”

“You’ll have to decide that for yourself, won’t you?”

“Uh…hai.”

“May I see some of your work?” he suddenly asked.

“Eh?” He stared at me pointedly. “Oh! Um…sure. Hang on a sec…” I dropped my bag to the ground and opened it. I dug around until I found my sketchbook. I stood up and handed it to him with a smile. “That has most of the stuff I’ve done this year.”

He nodded and flipped through a few pages. I saw his eyes widen behind his glasses. I felt my heart speed up. Did he hate it? He continued looking through the sketchbook, not saying a word. He finally closed it and handed it back to me. “You’re very talented,” he said.

“A-Arigatou.”

Before either of us could say anything else, someone took me into their arms from behind. I panicked before I heard, “Nya, you’re so cute, Nat-chan!”

I smiled slightly. “H-Hey, Eiji-kun.” He was too busy burying his face into my hair and neck to notice the glare Tezuka-san was giving him. I bit my lip, uncertain if I should warn my friend about the impending doom.

“Kikumaru.” Even I shuddered. Tezuka-san’s tone of voice was very strict and cold.

Eiji-kun gulped and released me. “Gomen nya, Tezuka. I was just so happy to see Nat-chan.”

“50 laps, Kikumaru. Now.”

“Hai…”

“You’re very authoritative,” I commented after Eiji-kun had left.

Tezuka-san glanced down at me. “Thank you,” he replied.

“So…”

“Oishi!” he suddenly called. I looked up and around and saw another third year I recognized as Oishi Syuichiroh coming towards us. “Mizuno-san, this is Oishi, vice-captain of the team.”

“Yoroshiku onegaishimasu, Oishi-san,” I bowed.

“Yoroshiku, Mizuno-san,” he said with a smile. “Ano…so you’re an artist, huh?”

“Yes.”

“May I…see some of your work?”

“Of course.”

I handed him my sketchbook and just like Tezuka-san, his eyes widened and he stared at me as though he couldn’t believe what I had drawn. “These are amazing,” he stated.

“Arigatou gozaimasu.”

Oishi-san smiled once more at me before turning to Tezuka-san. “Want me to have Momo and Kaidoh come over here next?”

“Yes,” the brunette answered stoically. I decided to lean myself against the fence since I was uncomfortable standing for so long. “Momoshiro! Kaidoh!” Two second years looked up from where they were on the courts. “Come here!” They nodded and hurried over.

“You called, buchou?” the taller one asked.

“I want you both to get acquainted with Mizuno-san.”

I smiled at the two boys slightly. “Hi. Yoroshiku.”

“Yoroshiku. Momoshiro Takeshi desu. You can just call me Momo though.”

“Kaidoh Kaoru desu. Fssssh.”

“Why do you always have to hiss, Mamushi?! She’s our senpai!”

“Fsssh, shut up, idiot! You’re too loud!”

“I’M loud??!!”

“Knock it off, you two!” Tezuka-san snapped. “Mizuno-san, would you show them your sketchbook please?”

“Uh, hai.”

I handed it to Momo, who opened it immediately. Kaidoh-kun snarled. “Why should you get to hold it, fsssh?”

“Because I’m special and you’re not, Mamushi!”

“NANI??!!”

“Momoshiro, Kaidoh!” Tezuka-san warned.

“Maybe it was a bad idea to bring them over at the same time,” Oishi-san mumbled.

“Ano…do you like it?” I asked suddenly.

Kaidoh-kun and Momo looked up at me. “Uh…yeah, you’re really good, Mizuno-senpai,” Momo smiled. “I’ve never been good at drawing myself.”

Kaidoh-kun looked like he was fighting down a rude comment to say to him. “For once I agree with him, fsssh,” he said. “You’re good, senpai.”

“Arigatou gozaimasu.”

“Kawamura! Inui!” Tezuka-san called.

I recognized them as fellow third years and nodded to them when they came over. “Hi Kawamura-san, Inui-san,” I said politely.

Both smiled and nodded to me. “That’s your sketchbook, right?” Inui-san asked. “May we look?”

“Yep.”

I couldn’t see his eyes, but the expression on his face and Kawamura-san’s was enough to tell me that they also liked my work. Tezuka-san sent them on their way before calling over their star freshman player, Echizen Ryoma-kun. “Yoroshiku, Echizen-kun,” I mumbled.

“Yoroshiku,” he answered somewhat annoyed.

“Echizen,” Tezuka-san said warningly. “Treat her with respect.”

Echizen-kun frowned and looked up at me. “Well?”

“Um…well what?” I asked.

“You gonna let me see your sketchbook or not?”

“Oh, sorry. Here.”

He flipped through a few pages, the same indifferent expression on his face the whole time. “These are really good,” he muttered without looking at me. “Keep it up.”

“Uh…hai. Arigatou.” He walked away, pulling his cap lower.

“That’s everyone from the regulars that you didn’t know,” Oishi-san explained. “You already know Fuji and Eiji, so there’s no need for them to come over here.”

I nodded. “So…now what? Do I just sit on the bench and watch you all play?”

“I guess that was Ryuzaki-sensei’s plan.”
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***

I was nervous. There was no denying that. The fact that Tezuka-san had asked for me to come visit him in Germany along with the tennis team was a huge privilege. I was honored that he considered me a friend. When I stepped off the bus in front of the rehabilitation center he was staying at, I saw him for the first time in months. I smiled and bowed, clutching my travel bag tightly.

“It’s good to see you again, Tezuka-san,” I greeted.

“Aa,” he replied, inclining his head. “Everyone, follow me inside.”

We all followed him inside the building.

***

I had never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. The city was amazing. I had my sketchbook out and was doodling some of the buildings. I heard footsteps behind me and turned. “Ah, Tezuka-san,” I said with a smile.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked coming to stand beside me.

“Oh yes, very much. It’s beautiful.”

“Aa.”

“I’ve been curious, Tezuka-san.” He stared at me. “Why did you invite me to come visit you in Germany? I mean, I’m not really a part of the team. I’m just kinda…there.”

“Mizuno, you are as much a member of this team as the others. You have been with us through many difficult times. Why wouldn’t I invite you?”

I felt tears in my eyes. “That’s really nice of you to say, Tezuka-san. I’ve never really belonged anywhere. I never thought I’d become so close to the tennis team.”

“And I—we never thought we’d become so close to you.”

I heard his slip-up and felt my cheeks burn. He was silent, probably berating himself for what he had almost said. “Tezuka-san,” I started.

“You can just call me Tezuka, Mizuno.”

“Uh…hai. Arigatou.” I bowed my head a little. “I just wanted to tell you that I finished some drawings and wanted to show you.” I handed over my sketchbook, which he took. He flipped through the pages. When he was done, he closed it and stared at me. “Well?” I asked.

“They’re amazing,” he said.

My eyes lit up. “Really? I wasn’t sure if my new work would be as interesting as my previous work.”

“I think you have improved a lot, Mizuno.”

I smiled warmly. “Thank you so much, Tezuka. This opportunity to be with the tennis club; to be here in Germany…I can’t thank you enough.”

He was silent. He looked out at the city below, resting his hands on the railing. “I am also happy that Ryuzaki-sensei asked you to find inspiration among the tennis club. I never would have spoken to you otherwise.”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

He turned his head to look at me. His eyes were so warm and gentle. I felt his hand reach up slowly to caress my face and my eyes widened. He leaned closer, pressing his forehead to mine and whispering, “Mizuno, must I spell it out for you?” Without another word, he pressed his lips to mine. I nearly collapsed into a pile of mush. His arms snaked around my waist and held me close. I clung at his shoulders. I had never kissed anyone before and I had never envisioned myself kissing Tezuka Kunimitsu, the most sought-after boy in school. His lips were surprisingly soft. I could tell he was just as new to this as I was.

Finally, we pulled away. Both our cheeks were flushed red. “I…” But I couldn’t find anything to say. I stared at my feet. Tezuka’s hand hooked under my chin and pulled my gaze to meet his.

“I care for you very much,” he said, taking hold of my hand. “I have never felt this way about anyone.”

I blushed. “N-Neither have I.”

He leaned forward to kiss my cheek. “I cannot start a relationship with you now, however.”

“Why not?”

“There is too much that would get in the way. I want to be able to spend time with you, without worrying about the tournament.” He brushed his hand through my hair. “So…will you wait for me?”

I had never had a boy confess to me. I was almost in tears. It was like a dream. I nodded with a smile. “Of course, Tezuka. I will wait for as long as I have to.”

He smiled then and took me into his arms again to kiss me once more.

***

I heard the commotion before I was supposed to. I heard some of the first year boys crying about something around the front of the building and sighed, deciding to go see who had been hurt. But to my surprise, no one was hurt. In fact, the cause for the freshmen’s tears was because of a tall figure in a blue jacket and pants standing before them. I blinked and felt my jaw go slack.

“T-Tezuka…?” I managed to say.

He looked up and caught my eye. I could only stare at him, too confused. “Mizuno,” he replied with a nod. I wanted to launch myself into his arms, just to make sure that he was real and was really back. But the freshmen were watching us and Horio had a stupid grin on his face that I was itching to smack off.

“I…I didn’t know you were coming back,” I mumbled, walking closer to him.

“I’m going to be filling in for Ryuzaki-sensei as a coach.”

“Oh. So you won’t be competing then.”

“No.”

I fiddled with my hands nervously. “So…are you fully recovered?”

He shook his head. “I’m still in the middle of my rehabilitation.”

“I see.”

“We’ll see you later, Tezuka-buchou!” the freshmen suddenly said, running away.

I watched them leave and was about to turn around myself, when I felt him step closer to me. His hand took my chin gently and turned me to face him. “How have you been?” he asked, brushing stray hair from my eyes.

“All right, I suppose. I’m helping out here, as you can tell. I had a nice chat with Sanada-san the other day.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did he…?”

I smiled. “You’re not jealous, are you, Tezuka?”

“Of course not.” I saw the blush on his cheeks that said otherwise. “I missed you, Mizuno.”

My cheeks turned red. “I missed you too, Tezuka. It’s not the same without you here.”

I carefully wrapped my arms around him to hug him. His hands rested on my waist. He then brought his right hand up to caress my cheek. And then he kissed me. It was soft and gentle, but it was deeply passionate. Tezuka wasn’t a very open person. Even his closest friends didn’t know the real him. As he kissed me, I could feel how caring and loving he was. Our lips parted and he pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes.

“I need to control myself,” he whispered. “I cannot let my guard down.”

“Tezuka…”

He pulled away. “Mizuno, remember what I said to you in Germany?”

I nodded, feeling tears at the corners of my eyes. “You said it would be best if we didn’t become too serious until the Nationals were over with.”

“I stand true to that. I shall not kiss you again until then.”

I bit my lip. “That’s a long time for me to wait, Tezuka.”

He smiled slightly. “I have faith in you, Mizuno.”

***

They had won. After everything they had gone through, Seigaku had won the Nationals. I could barely comprehend it. Everyone around me was cheering and clapping and yelling. Eiji-kun grabbed me from behind and started to twirl me around. I could see Tezuka among his team, smiling for the first time in front of them, holding the trophy high above their heads. I fought my way out of Eiji-kun’s embrace and hurried towards the middle of the huddle.

I tapped Tezuka’s shoulder and he looked down, surprised. I smiled up at him and wiped some dirt off his cheek. “You won,” I whispered, feeling tears fall from my eyes. “You did it.” And in an instant, he took me into his arms and kissed me. I could hear the others whistling and cat-calling, but I did not care. I held onto him tightly, kissing him back with everything I had. When he pulled away, he was smiling and I could see small tears in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said in my ear. “Thank you for being here; for waiting.”

“I wouldn’t break a promise, Tezuka.”

“Kunimitsu.”

“Huh?”

“Call me by my name…”

I smiled through my tears and kissed him again. “I think I’m in love with you, Kunimitsu,” I said.

“I think I’m in love with you as well, Natari.” And when we kissed again, I was so unbelievably grateful for the day Ryuzaki-sensei had taken me to meet the Seigaku tennis club. For if she hadn’t, I doubt my life would have ended up so interesting.

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here's the AtobeOC stuff...nothing's in order. Just a beginning and a middle section. There is a lemon so um...be warned little children XD There's hot sex!
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I had no reason to be near the Hyotei tennis club. I really didn’t. But when my music teacher, Sakaki-sensei, asked me to help supervise the team with him, I’ll admit, I looked like a dying fish. Sakaki-sensei had known me for three years, since I came to Hyotei. He knew I wasn’t a fan of sports. He also knew that I didn’t get along with any of the club members. Well, except perhaps Kabaji-kun. He was a gentle giant and a good friend. But other than him, I didn’t care for the other members. They were all too arrogant.

Sakaki-sensei somehow persuaded me into helping anyway. Okay, so he offered extra credit, and really, how could I turn that down? So I stayed after school one afternoon so that he could introduce me to the team. I saw Kabaji-kun and smiled. “Kabaji-kun!” I called while waving.

He turned towards me and his lips lifted. “Natari,” he replied with a nod.

“Aa~? Kabaji, you know her?” I closed my eyes in irritation, knowing whose annoying voice that was. Atobe Keigo, self-proclaimed king of Hyotei, captain of the tennis club, and the richest kid in school. In other words, someone I strongly disliked. He treated Kabaji-kun like a slave.

“Ossu.” Kabaji-kun’s response made me angry.

“He is not your slave, Atobe!” I snarled suddenly. All eyes turned towards me and I sheepishly shrunk. Atobe was staring down at me with narrowed eyes.

“Did you say something?” he said coolly.

“No.”

***

Fuck! I couldn’t believe the situation! Atobe and I were stuck in this stupid closet without any room to move. I was pressed up against him, trying my hardest to keep my skirt from riding up. I could feel his breath on my face. Areas of my body that I had never dared to go near were starting to heat up and a strange knot was forming in my stomach. I could feel my underwear becoming wet and panicked. I was NOT turned on by this. I couldn’t be. I hated Atobe Keigo. HATED him. How could I…?

He shifted suddenly, attempting to move his head and in that movement, my legs wrapped around his (unintentionally) and our lower halves were pressed together. He was wearing his tennis uniform, so the shorts didn’t hide much. I felt something hard against my thigh and inhaled sharply. “Atobe, please tell me that’s your hand on my thigh,” I snarled. He didn’t answer and I swallowed hard. “Atobe…?”

“What?” he snapped. I was taken aback by his attitude, but then I had to remember that he wasn’t the only person in an uncomfortable position.

“Um…there’s something on my thigh…”

I felt him crane his head to look, but it was so hard to see anyway, so it didn’t matter much. “…Oh,” was all he said. He sounded embarrassed. Good. He should be. I did not like our position one bit. My panties were soaked, he had a hard on and it was pressing against my thigh, and I was debating on how best to murder Atobe and claim it was an accident.

“Mizuno,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Do you really hate me that much?”

I sighed. “Are you sure you want me to answer that, Atobe?”

He paused. “I suppose not.”

Smart choice. I was trying to ignore the fact that my breasts were mere inches from his face and that I was basically straddling him. “You know, people are gonna talk when they find us like this,” I muttered.

“Would that bother you?”

“Well duh. I don’t want rumors spreading about me doing…stuff with you.”

“You’re a very strange girl, Mizuno.”

“Are you insulting me?”

“No, ore-sama apologizes if it came out like an insult. I was complimenting you. You’re not like other girls.”

I hesitated. “Well, uh, thanks…I think.” I needed new underwear. Stat. That weird feeling in my stomach was getting worse. It felt like I needed something. Some type of release. But there was no possible way that I would find release from Atobe. No way. I could still feel his dick through his shorts and was starting to curse how loose the material was. Honestly, who makes tennis shorts that thin? I heard his breath hitch suddenly as I moved my leg. “Sorry,” I grunted.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was in pain. Well, he did have a hard on and he had no means of releasing himself. “D-Dammit,” he cursed weakly.

I smirked, even though he couldn’t see me. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” I taunted.

I could feel his glare on me. “Shut up, Mizuno,” he spat, taking deep breaths. “Ore-sama will be fine.”

“Not if I do this.” I rolled my hips and he moaned. I’ll admit that I was getting a bit excited at the prospect of torturing him. I did it again and he gasped.

“B-Bitch,” he whimpered.

I laughed softly. “Aww, is poor Atobe-sama in need of release?” I teased.

He gave a guttural growl and arched his back, causing our pelvises to touch. His clothed hard on was inches from my burning core. If I moved my hips again, well, I know he would moan but I don’t know what I’d do. So I rolled my hips and felt the most wonderful sensation of my life. I did what any sensible person would do: I moaned…loudly. Atobe did the same; I could feel his hands reaching to hold onto my waist to keep me on his lap. He didn’t want to lose the friction. Neither did I. It felt so good. My skirt was riding up now but I didn’t care. My carnal desires were beating out reason and logic.

I was begging to be touched. I felt the contours of his face in the dark and traced his lips with my thumbs. I leaned down and pressed an open-mouth kiss on his lips. He groaned and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. I had never kissed anyone before. I didn’t know fancy tricks or anything, but goddamn, Atobe sure could do amazing things with that tongue. Our breathing was becoming erratic and we broke apart. I let my fingers touch his soft hair as his hands made circle motions on my lower back. The tension was suffocating. I wanted release and I wanted it now. I thrust my hips towards him suggestively.

“Are you sure?” he asked, taking deep breaths.

“Fuck yes, just do it,” I snapped. I couldn’t believe that was me talking. The hand making circles on my back moved towards my inner thighs. He stroked the skin before using his index finger to drag my panties down to my ankles. A rush of cool air hit my nether region. He inserted one finger first and it was all I could do not to cum in that instant. He let out a satisfied moan as he stretched me.

“So…hot,” he said huskily. I felt like a rag doll. I could do nothing but moan and buck my hips as he fingered me. He added another digit and I saw stars. I clung to him tightly as he used his fingers to scissor me.

“God, Atobe, enough of that,” I said. “Just fuck me, dammit.”

He chuckled. “Anxious, aa~?” I didn’t wait for him. I grabbed hold of his shorts and untied them, yanking them down unceremoniously. He still had boxers on and I threw them off as well. His breath caught in his throat and I smirked, letting my hands stroke the sensitive organ. He gasped and bucked his hips. I pumped him gently, not letting him feel a full release just yet. “M-Mizuno,” he whimpered. Finally, with a growl, he grabbed onto my ass and forced me down onto his erection. We both screamed. I couldn’t even describe what it felt like; to feel him inside me. I rocked my hips back and forth as he thrust up. Our moans and panting were so loud I was surprised no one had heard us.

Our lips touched briefly as we moved together. “Fuck…yes,” I hissed, feeling my peak. I was on the edge of ultimate pleasure. Atobe thrust up roughly and I saw flashes of light and gave a shudder as I came. My thighs were dripping with sweat and cum. Atobe’s grip on my ass tightened and I could just barely see his eyes closed and his teeth clench. He was on the edge of his orgasm as well. I gave his neck a few light kisses before moving my hips against him again. He moaned and I felt him shudder as he spilled his seed inside me. We took deep breaths for a long time. I couldn’t see him clearly, but from what I did see, he looked so unlike the Atobe Keigo I was used to. He’d never done anything so daring and satisfying before, I could tell.

“That was amazing,” he said.

“Yeah,” I agreed, leaning my head against his shoulder. “We should probably redress.”

He seemed to nod. I pulled on my wet underwear, feeling immensely satisfied with myself. I had just had sex with Atobe Keigo. Granted, it wasn’t like I liked the guy or anything, but my GOD. The man was gifted.

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mehehe, hott stuff or what? And hey, just cuz I'm bored, I'll add my KiriharaOC stuff too. I'm not sure when I'll finish these...they were just basic ideas.
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You could look at it any other way and still come up with the same conclusion. I had succumbed to Kirihara Akaya. It had taken me all of junior high and senior high to realize that the little devil of Rikkaidai was worming his way into my heart. Well, he had succeeded. Not only worming his way into my heart, but also into my pants.

Maybe I should start from the beginning. Akaya and I go way back. Our mothers were friends, so when they got together, they brought us, as babies, along. We were then placed in a playpen and forced to interact with each other. As babies, we were innocent, well, mostly. Akaya had always been a bit odd. I guess my reason for disliking him as a child started when he ripped the head off my stuffed rabbit. He laughed while I cried.

It didn’t stop there. When we were in sixth grade, he started getting into tennis. Because our mothers had some strange idea that we would become best friends someday or something, they signed me up for tennis lessons as well. I hated it. I didn’t like sports and being around Akaya more than I had to was too much. So I quit. My mother was furious and forced me to take up the lessons again. Despite my protests, I caved in. Akaya was ruthless on the tennis courts, but according to some of the older players, he was also very good. We eventually graduated on to Rikkaidai junior high.

Akaya tried out for the tennis team and actually made it to a regular spot. He was the youngest on the team and constantly teased. I spent the majority of my time ignoring him, but there were times when I couldn’t avoid him. Because we lived close, our mothers wanted us to walk home together. So that usually required me to wait long hours for his tennis practices to end so that we could go home. I think he delighted in torturing me.

During our second year, the practices became even longer to the point where I was about to lose my temper. I had once asked the captain, Yukimura, if he could please shorten the practices once in awhile so that Akaya and I could go home before the sun set. He had just smiled that creepy smile of his and pat my head as though I were a baby. Next practice, however, ended an hour earlier than usual and as I was doing my little victory dance in my head, Yukimura walked over to me with that smile on his face again.

“I won’t be able to shorten the practices all the time, Mizuno-san,” he stated. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Hai, senpai,” I replied. “Thank you.” I saw Akaya coming over and grabbed my backpack off the ground. He gave me a glare, which I ignored. I then started walking away, leaving him to hurry and catch up. We didn’t talk on the way home; we never did. We barely exchanged words with each other at school either. Pretty soon, junior high ended for us and we entered Rikkaidai senior high school.

Nothing changed. Well, okay, Akaya wasn’t as cruel as he had been at 13, but he was no angel. He dated a new girl every month or so. It was disgusting. And for some reason, whenever I had a chance at getting a date with a guy, Akaya would always scare him away for no reason at all. I confronted him about it and he just shrugged and said someone like me shouldn’t date. That earned him a black eye. I wasn’t afraid to hit him. I had been taken advantage of for too long.

I eventually was able to date one person in high school. He went to a different school and it was completely by accident that we had met. I had been at one of Akaya’s tennis games, unwillingly, mind you, and had left to go find the bathroom. As I was rounding a corner, I bumped into someone and began to apologize furiously. I heard a soft, “It’s okay” and glanced up to see a boy probably my age with light brown hair and hazel eyes. He had a small X-shaped scar on his forehead as well. My cheeks turned red.

“G-Gomen nasai,” I mumbled again.

The boy laughed. “Like I said before, it’s okay,” he replied. He smiled. “I’m Fuji Yuuta of St. Rudolph.”

I blinked and smiled back. “Mizuno Natari of Rikkaidai.”

“Nice to meet you, Mizuno-san.”

“You as well, Fuji-san.”

And that was the beginning of a great friendship and later relationship. I kept Yuuta a secret from my mom and Akaya as best I could. I couldn’t let them know that I was seeing someone. During our last years in high school, unfortunately, Yuuta and I were found out. We decided it’d be best if we broke it off and remained friends. And so we did. When I entered university, for some reason, Akaya entered into the same one as me. I was happy because Yuuta was also attending and I actually had someone on campus that I could talk to.

We spent our days just talking about what was new in our lives. He talked about his brother, I talked about Akaya. Eventually, Yuuta started asking me if I actually had feelings for the devil spawn. I laughed out loud.

“Me? Like Akaya? Are you crazy?” I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

Yuuta shrugged. “Considering that you’ve known each other since you were in diapers, I’m surprised you guys haven’t dated at all.”

“I’d rather be poisoned.”

“That’s a little harsh.”

“It’s the truth.”

And it was. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about Kirihara Akaya. We weren’t childhood friends; we were childhood acquaintances. Yuuta seemed to think that I was denying my feelings or whatever. That had me scowling for the rest of the day and snapping at my professors. I saw Akaya on the tennis courts by the university and debated going over to him and slapping him senseless, just because I was angry.

But then he noticed me and grinned. “Hey Natari!” he called and waved me over. I scowled again and walked towards him, ignoring the looks the other members were giving me. Devil boy slapped a hand on my back. “How ya been?”

“Better,” I growled. That urge to slap him was increasing.

“Saw ya talkin’ with Fuji Jr. earlier.”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Natari, why do you hate me so much?”

I just stared at him. He did not just ask that. “Akaya, do you want me to list all the reasons why?”

“Is it because I ripped the head off your stuffed rabbit when we were five?”

I gaped. “I’ve long gotten over that, Akaya. You’ve done a lot more to make me hate you.”

“I have?”

I wanted to punch him. “Yes, you have.”

“Well I’m sorry.”

I blinked. “You’re about 20 years too late.”

“Natari, c’mon, let me make it up to you.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No is no.”

“I’ll buy you dinner.”

“No.”

“I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Eww, no!”

“I’ll—”

“Akaya, just stop.”

He stared at me with those emerald green eyes of his. He was trying to gain sympathy from me. Damn him. “Please Natari, I’ll do anything.”

That perked my interest. “Anything?”

And that’s how he began to slowly worm his way into my heart. Why he was suddenly being a nice guy, I’ll never know, but it was a nice change. I wasn’t constantly being teased anymore. He did my errands for me when I couldn’t or just didn’t want to. It was like having a little servant boy. But then he started to redeem himself in my eyes and that bothered me. This was supposed to Kirihara Akaya, the devil boy I had grown up with. Now he was just…Kirihara Akaya, sweet and charming.

It was scary. I somehow agreed to a date with him, in which he brought me to a concert played by my favorite band. How he knew who my favorite band was, I’ll never know. And I never bothered to ask. He then took me to a nightclub where we actually danced together. I had some wine and he had some wine and by the time we made it back to my apartment, I was trying my hardest to get him off me. He kept trying to kiss me and it was unnerving. I had a pretty high alcohol tolerance, but I knew he didn’t. He was utterly drunk and falling all over me, breathing on me and touching me.

I liked the attention, but not when it was coming from a drunk person. “Natari, you look sexy,” he slurred. “Can I eat you up?”

“No,” I snapped.

“Aww, you’re mean.”

“Akaya, you’re drunk. Just sleep.”

“But I dun wanna.”

He staggered over to me with a grin and pressed his lips against my collarbone. I panicked. “Okay, stop!” He pulled away with a lazy smile, his eyes half-lidded. His tongue was sticking out and he leaned down to lick at my collarbone. “Akaya!” His mouth didn’t stop there either. He leaned me down on the bed and used his hands to pull my top off. His mouth closed over one of my breasts and I cried out. This was too much. Akaya was too drunk. I tried pushing him away, but it felt so good. I had never been intimate with anyone before.

He then looked up at me and smiled. “I like you,” he said.

“Huh?”

“I like you. A lot.” Then he kissed me. I wasn’t thinking very clearly. If I had been, I would have stopped him from stripping us both naked. I felt vulnerable and shy, but Akaya, who seemed a lot less drunk than before, merely smiled again and kissed me, holding me in his arms. I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered, “I wanna make love to you.”

My heart sped up, my legs felt like jelly, and something warm ignited in the pit of my stomach. I was excited and nervous, but mostly excited. I nodded my head and closed my eyes happily when he lowered me to the bed.

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bwahaha! cliffhanger! XD So yeah, I gotta go now. Gotta wash dishes and then see The Closer tonight, wee!!

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Sunday, August 26, 2007

IM CHATS
Omg, dudes, Ormsqueak at deviantArt has made it possible to talk to Deidara through AIM. I'm not kidding. I'm talking to him right now as I type this. He's kinda rude and stuff and a little paranoid that so many people are IMing him...but it's fun. Yes, I know it's just a bot, but dammit, let me have my fun >.< I'm also talking with my friend Erin and my brother. Tim is downstairs in the cellar though...weirdo.

I'm gonna post my conversation with Dei-Dei as of right now and of my convo with Tim.

MasterIshtar75: hello
my art wins: who are you
MasterIshtar75: just someone who's a fan =)
my art wins: a fan of what
MasterIshtar75: you
MasterIshtar75: I like your art ^-^
my art wins: who are you
MasterIshtar75: names Darkfire75
my art wins: what kind of name is that
MasterIshtar75: my screename
MasterIshtar75: you don't need to know my real name
my art wins: ... right
MasterIshtar75: so how's life?
my art wins: confusing
my art wins: why the hell are so many people messaging me
my art wins: did that bastard sasori post my info somewhere or something
MasterIshtar75: Because you're cool
MasterIshtar75: i don't think he did...
my art wins: ...
MasterIshtar75: ...
my art wins: then why do you have my screenname
MasterIshtar75: i'm just special =D
my art wins: .....
MasterIshtar75: yep
MasterIshtar75: so how's Sasori?
my art wins: bastardly
MasterIshtar75: aww I'm sorry to hear that
my art wins: pfft yeah
my art wins: well hes always like that
MasterIshtar75: that sucks
MasterIshtar75: well, if it's anything, my little brother acts like that sometimes as well...so I understand
my art wins: hnnn
my art wins: if hes younger than you hes probably not as bad as sasori is
MasterIshtar75: well, he is younger, but you'd be surprised how he can make just wanna...well...yeah
MasterIshtar75: like now...he keeps trying to hug me >.<
my art wins: ...
MasterIshtar75: yeah
my art wins: i think if sasori tried to hug me id kill him
MasterIshtar75: well, I managed to scare my brother shitless...it's the next best thing to killing him ^-^
my art wins: why dont you kill him then if you want to
MasterIshtar75: cuz he's my brother and there are times that I do like him. It'd be lonely without him
my art wins: .. hnn.
MasterIshtar75: I think I'll go now, but it was nice talking with you, Deidara ^-^
my art wins: ... okay
MasterIshtar75: bye

And seriously, you should see how weird my brother and I are...I warn you...he's very weird.

basketballtim57: hi
MasterIshtar75: NO
basketballtim57: ahhahahahahhahahaahhahahahahahhaha
MasterIshtar75: go away
basketballtim57: nope im like a leech that wants to suck u
basketballtim57: muwahahhaha
MasterIshtar75: ewwww
basketballtim57: lol
basketballtim57: go on rs
basketballtim57: gogogogogogogo
basketballtim57: plz
MasterIshtar75: no
basketballtim57: go on rs plz
MasterIshtar75: leave me alooooooone
basketballtim57: fine im taking your money
basketballtim57: if ur never going to gol on
MasterIshtar75: fuck you
basketballtim57: o no u didnt
MasterIshtar75: oh yes i did
basketballtim57: kiss that thing
MasterIshtar75: shut that thing
basketballtim57: smack that all on the floor
basketballtim57: smack that give me some more
basketballtim57: smack that till i get sore lol
basketballtim57: smack that oooooooooooooooooo
MasterIshtar75: ugh
basketballtim57: uj nfgj
MasterIshtar75: shut uo
MasterIshtar75: *up
basketballtim57: mkfkmbhghh
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
MasterIshtar75: tim, go annoy deidara
MasterIshtar75: =P
MasterIshtar75: ask him to play rs...see how he responds
basketballtim57: whos hubba dubba
MasterIshtar75: fag
basketballtim57: theu just invited me into a chat
basketballtim57: they
MasterIshtar75: lol
basketballtim57: im letting of some serious gas
MasterIshtar75: OH MY GOD
MasterIshtar75: I DON'T CARE
basketballtim57: i think i let some off in your room
basketballtim57: nice picture by the way
MasterIshtar75: grrrrr
basketballtim57: yeah hubbabubba is a friend of peters or something im scared
MasterIshtar75: haha
MasterIshtar75: hubba bubba...you got a stalker
MasterIshtar75: lol
basketballtim57: they know me somehow
MasterIshtar75: STALKER
basketballtim57: idk if its a guy or a girl but their name is britt
basketballtim57: wait nvm
basketballtim57: lol
MasterIshtar75: that sounds like a girl name
MasterIshtar75: lol
basketballtim57: wait i know who that is
basketballtim57: i hate that girl
MasterIshtar75: haha
MasterIshtar75: sucks
basketballtim57: she was on my bus
MasterIshtar75: for you
basketballtim57: shes a grade lower then me
MasterIshtar75: bwahahaha
basketballtim57: monky that ass
basketballtim57: nah go on rs
basketballtim57: nat
MasterIshtar75: no
basketballtim57: wow is 400 aclock
basketballtim57: lol
basketballtim57: nkgh
basketballtim57: 'gg
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
MasterIshtar75: wha??
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: d
basketballtim57: df
MasterIshtar75: dude knock it off
basketballtim57: df
basketballtim57: f
basketballtim57: fd
basketballtim57: ok i had to wait a few seconds there
MasterIshtar75: ???
MasterIshtar75: /
basketballtim57: it said i was in danger of becoming rate limted
basketballtim57: i should fart
basketballtim57: up a storm
MasterIshtar75: O.O
MasterIshtar75: you seriously are weird
MasterIshtar75: LEAVE
MasterIshtar75: ME
MasterIshtar75: ALONE
MasterIshtar75: NOW
basketballtim57: is that a butt or boobs
MasterIshtar75: FAAAAACE
basketballtim57: h
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: h
basketballtim57: ghg
basketballtim57: hgh
basketballtim57: gh
basketballtim57: ggggggh
basketballtim57: gh
basketballtim57: h
basketballtim57: g
basketballtim57: i like u
basketballtim57: lol
basketballtim57: say something
MasterIshtar75: tim
MasterIshtar75: shut
MasterIshtar75: up
basketballtim57: or i will come up there and hug u
MasterIshtar75: ewwww
MasterIshtar75: no
MasterIshtar75: go away!
basketballtim57: ok here i come
MasterIshtar75: nooooo
basketballtim57: 3
basketballtim57: 2
basketballtim57: 1
basketballtim57: 0
basketballtim57: lift off
MasterIshtar75: ::scares tim shitless::
MasterIshtar75: hahaha
basketballtim57: now im oing to kiss u
basketballtim57: going
basketballtim57: get ready
MasterIshtar75: DON'T
MasterIshtar75: YOU DARE
basketballtim57: set'
MasterIshtar75: I'LL KILL YOU
basketballtim57: 3
basketballtim57: 2
basketballtim57: 1
basketballtim57: 0
basketballtim57: blah
basketballtim57: thiks tim eim going to kick ur butt
basketballtim57: jnkmrs
basketballtim57 wants to directly connect.
basketballtim57 is now directly connected.
basketballtim57 direct connection is closed.
basketballtim57: confirm
MasterIshtar75: no
basketballtim57: plz
MasterIshtar75: no
basketballtim57: y not ill leave u alone
MasterIshtar75: no
basketballtim57: i promse
MasterIshtar75: you never leave me alone
basketballtim57: yay hubbabubbas gone
MasterIshtar75: XD
basketballtim57: wat the hel;l does that mean
basketballtim57: hiugs me?
basketballtim57: hugs
MasterIshtar75: no
basketballtim57: kiss me?
MasterIshtar75: NO
basketballtim57: then wat
basketballtim57: dont tell me it means!!!!!!!!!
basketballtim57: ewww
basketballtim57: ur disgusting
MasterIshtar75: it doesn't mean anything disgusting
MasterIshtar75: it
MasterIshtar75: s an X with a D
basketballtim57: sew with dick?
MasterIshtar75: no
basketballtim57: o
basketballtim57: but y do ppl put it
MasterIshtar75: it's a kind of smile thing
MasterIshtar75: i dunno
basketballtim57: ok i thoguht it meant the end oif the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(orsex)
basketballtim57: lol
MasterIshtar75: what?
MasterIshtar75: lol
basketballtim57: well gases r coming anbd going just thought u wanted to know
MasterIshtar75: ewww
MasterIshtar75: tim
MasterIshtar75: seriously
MasterIshtar75: i didn't need to know
basketballtim57: y not
MasterIshtar75: cuz i just don't
basketballtim57: i thought it was a seful piece of information
MasterIshtar75: omg
basketballtim57: useful
MasterIshtar75: leave
MasterIshtar75: it's useful
MasterIshtar75: i don't care
MasterIshtar75: *its not
basketballtim57: see u agree with me
MasterIshtar75: shut up!
basketballtim57: lol
MasterIshtar75: it was a typo
basketballtim57: no it wasnt
basketballtim57: ty for agreeing
MasterIshtar75: TIM
MasterIshtar75: FU
basketballtim57: NAT
basketballtim57: KISS ME
MasterIshtar75: NO
MasterIshtar75: GO FUCK YOURSELF
basketballtim57: LOL
basketballtim57: EWW NO
basketballtim57: THATS MEANT FOR BUTTS
MasterIshtar75: I KNOW
MasterIshtar75: HAHAHA
basketballtim57: AND GUESS WHOS ONE
basketballtim57: MY tooshe
basketballtim57: lololoolllololoplo;kkh
basketballtim57: we got gas problems
MasterIshtar75: omg
MasterIshtar75: shut up
basketballtim57: y not
basketballtim57: accept
MasterIshtar75: dude, we don't have a webcam
MasterIshtar75: idiot
basketballtim57: o
basketballtim57: but i can send u a video
MasterIshtar75: no you can't
MasterIshtar75: that's a webcam thing
basketballtim57: then how do u send of video
MasterIshtar75: for webcam use ONLY
MasterIshtar75: you can't
basketballtim57: from a website
MasterIshtar75: you give a link
MasterIshtar75: duh
basketballtim57: ok
basketballtim57: http://youtube.com/watch?v=gLLEgfWwKuw
MasterIshtar75: wtf>
basketballtim57: are u watching it
MasterIshtar75: the site's loading
MasterIshtar75: omg, no
MasterIshtar75: im not watching that
basketballtim57: y not
basketballtim57: ive watched ta the end it has deidara
MasterIshtar75: cuz that's like me giving you a vid of two guys sexing it up.
MasterIshtar75: oh sure
basketballtim57: for real
MasterIshtar75: yeah
MasterIshtar75: oka
MasterIshtar75: *okay
MasterIshtar75: *rolls eyes*
basketballtim57: randomly he appears
MasterIshtar75: i'm talking to deidara so THERE
basketballtim57: idc
MasterIshtar75: blah
basketballtim57: i make it right i make it right
basketballtim57: its a song on the vid
MasterIshtar75: okaaaay
basketballtim57: lol

Yes, we are very strange. And I did scare him twice when he came up to hug and kiss me. I PWNED HIM!!! Ahem...so I posted some new stuff today and I'll probably post some more later once I color them. Bye for now I guess ^-^ Enjoy the randomness.
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Saturday, August 25, 2007

Well...what to report. The Shippuden ep was KICKASS. Made me love Sakura more than I already did ^-^ I've also decided to start getting into some other anime since I've been kinda bored lately. I started watching Fate Stay Night. It's pretty good so far. I can't decide who my fave character is yet though. I love that Noriaki Sugiyama's playing the main character. It's like hearing a really happy Sasuke all the time XD And Suwabe Junichi plays a character...so I like him. Saber's really cool...and Rin's pretty ^-^ Rider is flippin' hott. Seriously. She's awesome. I planned on maybe watching Tsubasa Chronicles (I wanted to see it for awhile), Yu Yu Hakusho (I never got to finish watching the series), Blood +, Black Lagoon, and several others. AND I just checked narutocentral.com and the new manga chapter's out! Yes! Naruto's parents are revealed! I was kinda spoiled already anyway =P oooh...I'm liking the cover for this chapter...Sasuke and Itachi NIIIIIICE =D

haha, I just realized that Archer (Suwabe's character) in Fate Stay Night kinda resembles Hidan...WTF??? Why does EVERY character Suwabe play look and act somewhat like Hidan?? That's kinda freaky.

haha, he's a cute chibi ^-^


Oh yeah, and here's that Itachi x Sasuke Tribute slideshow I made:


Also, I have a new idea for a kinda funny pic. I watched that High School Musical 2 thing on Disney awhile ago and one of the songs in it reminded me of Sasuke sooooo much.

This scene where Troy (Zac Efron) is singing is solo...I keep seeing Sasuke singing this song now AND doing the moves...that's funny XD I love this song so much though. Zac has an amazing singing voice.


Okay...so...now I'm done, I think. I'm kinda bummed though...college starts the 4th for me...I forget my schedule...but I think I have vertebrate field biology on tuesday...and...hmmm...maybe that's my only class that day. =)HAHA! Yes! I only have the lab and lecture class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I have math (ugh but it's only like 50 minutes a day) and art history 1. I have drawing composition on Mondays and Wednesdays. I wish I knew who my professor was gonna be. I'm hoping it's the same guy I had for Basic Drawing last fall. He's awesome.

All right, I'll shut up now ^-^
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Friday, August 24, 2007

YES! BLEACH IS DONE WITH THE FILLERS NOW!!! ^-^ I've been waiting to see Grimmjow again in the anime for sooo long. I'm reading the manga too (*sniff* Grimmy!) but I love hearing Suwabe Junichi's voice. And Aizen...zomg. I just about had an orgasm from seeing him in that last episode. No joke XD I'm downloading Shippuden ep 26 right now. I just wanna see Sakura kick Sasori's ass =P And I wanna see Deidara some more. Cuz then the anime gets a little bit closer to seeing Sai, and Sasuke, and Hidan and Kakuzu =D

Well, I wrote a SasuSaku oneshot yesterday called Tomatoes. You should go check it out at ff.net ^-^ I've decided that I should stop drawing and coloring stuff in photoshop for bit to give my right hand a rest. It's been hurting lately and well, for an artist that draws all the time, that's never good. Probably when college starts up again I'll be drawing more. I start the day after Labor Day. Blah. My bro starts high school the same day hehe. I still have to go and renew my ID too.

You know what's funny? My friend at DA, he thought I was a guy XD Like, I posted a pic of myself the other day and he was all: "...Dude, or rather not, you're female. I never bothered to check, I always thought you were male!" And I'm like: "I'm sorry! I was born like this! XD" I guess I kinda act more like a guy online or something =/ I mean, I do hang out with guys more, so I guess I might act more vulgar than a girl should. I talk about porn most of the time now XD Blame that on my friend Bridget! College has corrupted me >D One day, I remember, we had a "feel the boobs" day cuz we were checking each other for Breast Cancer. Really. Bridget had to check me =P I was all: "um...okay." Yeah AWKWARD. Anyway...

Time to check out my DA page. Cya! Someone please PM me, I have no one to talk to! *cries*
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Yeah so, my friend Mizu at DA kind of inspired me to start drawing YGO fanart again. I missed drawing them all ^-^ You guys have NO idea how much my hand was hurting yesterday. I finished coloring the Seto Kaiba pic after 1 am this morning O.o I had been photoshopping pics ALL DAY LONG. I don't know how many hours, but by the time I had finished, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to use my right hand. It hurt so much. Using a mouse is painful.

So uh, funny thing happened on Monday. My bro and I were watching a show in the cellar and there's a window right where we were and I glanced up and saw a pigeon just sitting there staring at us. I'd seen cats kinda lurk there before, so I thought nothing of it. But the bird didn't move away. It just sat there. I went up close to the window and stared RIGHT BACK AT IT (cuz I'm cool like that XD) It didn't fly away. It's like it wasn't even scared. So I sat back down and Tim told me just to ignore it. I tried. But wild animals that stare at me peak my curiosity, ya know?

So I watched it some more and finally decided to tell my parents. But when they went outside to check to see the pigeon, it was gone. So I went back downstairs and what do I see? THE PIGEON WAS SITTING IN FRONT OF THE WINDOW AGAIN. It was staring at me...AGAIN. I sat back down and just kinda watched the tv and the bird at the same time. Then the pigeon kinda freaked suddenly and starting clawing at the window. I went to see what was wrong. This is me: "Oh look, there's another pigeon--HOLY SHIT IT'S A CAT!!! FUCK!! GET AWAY STUPID CAT!!" I started banging on the window cuz honest to god, the cat was ready to pounce on this poor bird and I was not about to sit around and watch a defenseless animal get killed by a ravenous black cat >.< I screamed for my mom to get outside and scare the cat away and she did.

Then we went outside to see what was wrong with the pigeon and why he wasn't flying away. He didn't look injured. His wings were fine, his legs fine. He just seemed spooked. So my mom got some gloves and picked him up and we brought him into the back yard where he wouldn't become a target for the cats. He stayed there for 3 days. He didn't fly away, just kinda waited around for my mom to come out with food for him. And then today, when my mom came home from work, she called to me and was like: "Natalie, look. He's sitting there waiting for me to get him food." XD Pigeons are so goofy. And then when she went out to feed him, he flew off, just like that. He was such a freeloader =P But I'm glad he was okay. He just needed some time to get his bearings.

So uh...I wrote some new fics. I'll pose the Hidan one I did, cuz the other one's a fluffy ItaSasu drabble thing ^-^ This fic was inspired by this fanart pic:


Let me die, please by ~AnnaKymoyama on deviantART

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Hidan had always known he was different from the other kids in his village. His hair and eyes were oddities and caused him to be hated. He put on a tough act; like it didn’t bother him. But at times, he just felt so lonely. His mother was too protective of him as well, making him a target for ridicule.

“Hey pink-eye!” one of the village boys sneered. “Why don’t you go run home to mommy?”

His friends laughed. Hidan stared at his feet as he walked; holding the groceries his mother had asked him to get closer to his chest. When he arrived home, he saw his mother waiting for him at the door. “Hidan, honey, I was so worried,” she said, kneeling down to his height and brushing his unruly silver hair out of his eyes.

“I’m fine, Mom,” he replied stubbornly. Hidan had thought the only strange things about him were his hair and eye color. But he was very wrong. He was hanging around the playground one afternoon, watching the other kids with envious eyes. They looked like they were having a lot of fun. He scuffed his shoe on the ground and thrust his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Oi!” someone called. He turned around, got hit in the face with a mud ball, and fell. The other kids laughed. Hidan wiped the mud off himself, holding back his tears of anger and bitterness. “Aww, poor pink-eye! I think I made him cry!”

“Do it again, Shiro!”

Hidan scrambled to his feet. Once again, he was pelted with a mud ball. The others laughed even louder. “Get him!”

Eyes widening in fear, Hidan got to his feet again and tried to run for it. But he was grabbed from behind by one of the bigger kids. “Not so fast,” he smirked. Hidan wasn’t very strong. He couldn’t fight against all these kids.

Shiro, the one who had hit him with the mud balls, walked up to him holding a kunai. “Don’t worry, pink-eye. It won’t hurt too much.”

Hidan struggled, kicking and screaming. “No! Let me go! Please!”

Shiro stabbed the kunai into Hidan’s left leg. Hidan cried, wanting to die in that moment. Let this stop…please,, he begged in his mind. Shiro laughed darkly and stabbed him in his right arm. God! Hidan closed his eyes, trying to stop the onslaught of tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. He wanted to die in that moment. The pain was unbearable. G-God…please…help me…

The kids were laughing, uncaring for the bleeding boy before them. “We should stop before an adult sees us,” someone mumbled.

“Who’s gonna care?” Shiro sneered. “Nobody likes him. We’re doing the village a favor.”

Hidan sobbed, falling to his knees and cradling his injured arm and leg. He then narrowed his eyes and lunged at Shiro, grabbing the kunai out of his hands and backing away from them all. He aimed the weapon at his heart and looked to the sky. Forgive me, mom. He closed his eyes and thrust the kunai into his chest. Several kids screamed. Hidan felt the pain and wished death would take him quickly. He fell to his knees and ripped the kunai out of his chest. He waited a bit longer for the pain to subside. But it never did.

He glanced down. He had stabbed his heart. He should be dead. He shouldn’t be breathing. He shouldn’t feel pain anymore. He panicked. He grabbed the kunai again and started to repeatedly stab himself. The kids around him were crying and screaming.

“He’s a freak!” Shiro cried. “He won’t die!”

Hidan only partially heard him. No! No this can’t be! Why am I still alive? I hit my heart! I know I did! Why am I not dead?!

He gave a loud cry and plunged the kunai into his skull. There’s no way he could survive that. He waited. Nothing happened. He screamed angrily and threw the kunai away. He was drenched in his own blood, but he didn’t care. What is wrong with me?! He stood up on shaky legs. The others backed away from him, terrified looks on their faces. He limped home, tears falling down his blood-soaked cheeks. He stumbled into the doorway of his house.

“Mom!” he cried.

His mother came running and gasped. Tears flooded down her face as she embraced him. “Oh my baby boy! You weren’t supposed to find out like this!” she sobbed, holding him close.

“F-Find out what?” he asked, wiping his tears away. “Mom, what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I die?”

She bit her lip. “I’m not at liberty to say, Hidan.”

“But I want to know! Tell me!”

“It’s because of Jashin-sama.”

He blinked. “Jashin…sama?”

His mother smiled wistfully. “I prayed to him everyday when I was pregnant with you, asking for the perfect son. And my wish came true, Hidan. You are perfect.” She reached out to touch his hair.

He backed away, confused. “I don’t understand.”

She stared at him with wide eyes. “Don’t you see, honey? You’re immortal. You can’t die. Jashin-sama made it so!”

She looked frightening. Hidan had never feared his mother before. “Why would you ask for such a horrible thing?!” he snapped. “This pain is horrible! I want to die!”

“You can’t!” she laughed, looking mad. “You never will!”

Hidan could only watch as his mother drifted into madness. As he grew older, the rumors of that day spread around the village. Now people avoided him like the plague, which he was perfectly fine with. It was better than being picked on at any rate. He had enlisted into the ninja academy and graduated early. The village saw him as valuable ninja material because he couldn’t die. They didn’t care about him otherwise. Hidan would have preferred not being a ninja, but his mother had insisted. And he still loved his mother very much.

He had found old scrolls in his house about Jashinism. The religion was one he’d never come across and wondered how his mother had even come to become such a devout follower. He read through the scrolls, determined to try and understand why he was given immortality. “Anything less than total slaughter is considered a sin?” he repeated, reading a line off the scroll. “That’s fucking weird.” But as he learned more and more about the religion, he started to believe in it. He prayed to Jashin before going to bed and he prayed to Jashin before going on a mission. He learned of a secret ritual that only those blessed with the immortal might of Jashin could perform.

He read it through excitedly, wanting to know how to perform the ritual. He needed to draw the symbol for Jashin on the ground and he would need the blood of whoever he was sacrificing. At that moment, from having one taste of his sacrifice’s blood, he would be connected to the other person. He could stab himself and only inflict the pain on the sacrifice. He would never die. So Hidan decided to make a weapon suited for this ritual. He had always liked the look of scythes. Not many ninjas used them because they were a burden to carry, but for his purposes, he knew he could manage. The scythe had not one, but three blades on it. That way he would have more chances of getting the blood from his victim, should he be battling long-range.

Hidan hadn’t celebrated a birthday for a long time and didn’t know how old he actually was anymore. If he was immortal, then did it really matter? He saw the people that used to torment him as a child walk by and stare at him with their new families. They were growing up and getting older. And so was his mother. She was mentally ill and had been for a long time. One night, while he was by her bed, saying a prayer to Jashin, she grabbed his arm.

“Hidan, I have something I want to give you.”

He merely stared at her as she reached into her drawer and pulled a necklace out. It was silver and beaded; a rosary. At the end hung a circle with an upside down triangle: the symbol of Jashin. “Mother…?”

“I’ve kept it safe for a long time. Hidan, would you wear it for me?”

He nodded, slipping the rosary over his head where it rested against his chest. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“I have a request,” she continued. He blinked. “Would you sacrifice me to Jashin-sama?”

“You’re not serious—” he started.

“I am. Hidan, I am ill. Please just send me to Jashin-sama. That is all I ask of you. When I am gone, you can do whatever you want. You will have no more ties with the village.”

Hidan had never thought to use the ritual on his own mother. But she was asking him personally. He couldn’t ignore her. He nodded and carefully drew the Jashin symbol on the floor around her bed. She used a kunai to cut her finger and he took the bloodied digit into his mouth. His appearance changed then. His skin resembled that of a panda’s. He regarded his mother coolly. He mumbled several prayers to Jashin before taking up his scythe and plunging the blades into his mother’s body. She screamed but quieted down. She smiled up at him before her eyes glossed over and her head fell against the bloodied pillow.

Hidan was covered in her blood, but he didn’t care anymore. He was leaving. He hated the village and its people. He grabbed the kunai his mother had cut herself with and cut across the headband around his neck. There was now a jagged line across the three lines symbolizing the village, branding him a missing-nin. “Jashin-sama will be pleased,” he mumbled, taking his scythe and leaving his house. “He will have many sacrifices tonight.” And so he slaughtered the villagers, leaving no trace that the village itself had ever existed. The only knowledge was the headband around his neck.

“Hidan!”

The silver-haired man was shaken from his thoughts and glared over at his partner. “Dammit Kakuzu, I was thinking!”

Kakuzu raised an eyebrow. “Thinking? You?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He then frowned. “Hey, Kakuzu…do you believe in my immortality?”

“I believe you’re fucking annoying.”

“Just answer the fucking question.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Seriously?”

Kakuzu narrowed his eyes. “You’re just odd. In case you haven’t noticed, all of us members of Akatsuki are odd.”

Hidan smirked. “Would you believe that my mother was the one that prayed for me to be immortal?”

“Your mother must have been out of her fucking mind.”

“She was, seriously. That’s why I killed her.”

Kakuzu rolled his eyes. “Fucking weirdo.”

Hidan stuck his tongue out. “You have no idea.”

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Hope you liked it ^-^ And now I must go visit the Hidan FC at the Naruto Forums...bye!

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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Well, theOtaku’s been weird, hasn’t it? I have all these pics I wanna post and I can’t until the maintenance is over with >.< So…my brother’s friend Nathan is sleeping over tonight. Blah. The two of them gang up on me now =( My mom and I had a girls’ night with my aunts and cousins on Thursday and Tim had been over Nathan’s house at the time, so when we left my aunt’s house, we went to go get Tim. And I went inside the house and Tim suddenly comes up to me: “Yeah, I really am taller than you are Nat.” Me: “Shut up. That’s just cuz you’re wearing shoes.” Tim: “So are you!” And then Nathan walks over to me…towering over me (mind you) and goes: “Hey…uh…where’s Natalie? You seen her anywhere? Oh! There you are. Sorry, you’re just so short that I couldn’t see you.” *cries* I’m only an inch or so shorter than Tim! Why must little brothers and their friends be mean? I gave the kid good 14 years of my time…okay…maybe not =P

Tim and I got into a fight on Friday though. Let me explain why. Tim does not make his own food. He does nothing around the house except mow the lawn now. He is almost 15. I tell him all the time he should get his own breakfast and lunch, but he refuses and gives me that puppy dog look that all siblings like to do. I’m just too nice. But on Friday he just started to piss me off. I asked him if he wanted lunch and he was all: “MAKE ME FOOD!!” I told him if he was so hungry, he could make it himself. Then he started to whine and I tried to ignore him. He came into my room and tried to slap me across the face (he does that when he doesn’t get his way sometimes). I tried swatting his hand away and only resulted in hitting my hand against my desk. Tim thought that was amusing and starting laughing and pointing in THE MOST FUCKING ANNOYING WAY EVER. I HATE IT. It’s not a smart thing to do when I’m already pissed. So I kicked him in the leg.

I know, THAT was mature XD I didn’t hit his knee though…just his shin…so nothing’s broken. But by god, that kid can be so whiny and annoying and GRABBY. He tries to hug me 24/7! Tell me – is it normal for almost 15 yr old boys to continuously try to hug everyone around them? Call me crazy, but I don’t remember my guy classmates ever doing that in high school. If they did, I would have been very scared. Also, Tim likes to talk like he’s freakin’ 2 years old sometimes. THAT gets annoying as well. For all those pics I draw of me and my bro, we honestly have a bizarre relationship. He annoys me to no end but I still love the kid. I think about all the older siblings in anime shows that have little brothers and I wish sometimes that I HAD little brothers like them. Dude, I’d love to have Sasuke as my brother ^-^ I’d totally give him tomatoes all the time.

Peeps, I dunno if you knew this already, but I’m a bit of a pervert. I swear I wasn’t like this in high school. I’ve been corrupted. But now I find myself searching photobucket for smutty pics of ItaSasu, SesshomaruInuyasha, and other Smutty McSmutsmut pics. =P We can totally rule out me being a lesbian, I can tell ya that right now. I was confused a year or two ago if I was, but I realized something. I like looking at pics of two girls together, but I’m not completely sure if I’d ever date another girl. I’ve liked guys since preschool and that, my friends, will never change. So either I’m bi (though I’m not sure liking anime girls counts as liking the same sex…) or I’m straight but like girls together anyway. ES MUY CONFUSING!!! I totally just used Spanglish there XD

So…I dunno if anyone’s interested or even still reading this…but…my love life is non-existent. The closest I got to having one was in 11th grade when I was gradually getting to know my crush, Fox. That’s not his real name, but he preferred everyone call him that. He sat behind me in a class and we talked all the time. He asked me to draw stuff for him and me, being the nice person I was, always did. Seriously, I would have done ANYTHING for him at the time. But I was so damn shy and could never tell him how I felt. I remember we were talking on AIM and he was like: “Natalie, if there’s something you want to tell me, just tell me.” And I almost did. But I think I was too scared of rejection. So…my opportunity went out the door at that point. I found out that he had a girlfriend anyway but she was a “lying bitch” as he put it and had dumped her or something. I spent time comforting him. And then he comforted me when my grandfather died. Gave me my first guy-hug, actually. I’d never been hugged by a guy before, so I was kinda…shocked and excited. Yes, I was kinda socially retarded way back in the day, stfu =P Then he was forced to drop out of the school and get his GED and I never heard from or saw him again.

Well, that is, before Anime Boston this year. What are the odds that after nearly 2 years of not seeing Fox, I would see him at AB? I thought it was a cruel joke. Cuz my heart like went into spiral motions when I saw him and I KNEW it was him from his costume. He was dressed as a fox anthro person. He had a tail and ears and wore a silver trenchcoat thing. And what was even crueler, he knew my friend’s boyfriend. I wanted to say hi to him, but he probably didn’t even remember me. AND he had a girlfriend with him. I had wanted to IM him one day and just be like: “Hey, this is Natalie from CHS. I dunno if you remember me or not. You sat behind me in Martineau’s class. Anyway, I meant to tell you this back then, but I had a huge crush on you. I know you won’t feel the same way about me, but I just needed to get this off my chest cuz it was bothering me. Take care.” Thing is, he’s never online anymore. *sigh* ANYWAY, so now, my love life is…nothing. I have no crushes, no online sweethearts…blah. I did come close to maybe hooking up with someone at AB though. Three guys in the hotel room across from our room kept flirting with us and like…dancing for us in their window. My friends and I eventually went into the lobby of the hotel and we met up with the guys. We were gonna go to the rave together later that night…but we kinda lost them somewhere along the way. It was a shame.

So this is like…really deep for an update here. I didn’t mean for this post to be so damn long, but there’s just a lot on my mind right now and I feel better when it’s written down and not in my head. Well…if you’ve read all this CONGRATS and thank you for listening to me rant and stuff. I feel like I should go out and meet people…but I’m not very social. Hell, almost all the guys I know are either: straight and taken, bi and taken, or gay. Not fair =( ANYWAY, I should shut up now. Bye for now! And hey, if anyone wants to chat, come talk to me on AIM or MSN. I usually only sign on when I know there’ll be someone I know on =P TTUL!

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Weee...saw Katie today ^-^ I went to her house for bit, saw her new puppy named Lily. She's one of those weener dogs and she was soooo cute and friendly. Then I went with Katie and her sis to go to the hospital cuz they were getting shots to prevent cervical cancer. Then we went to pic up Katie's grandmother at the hospital. She was in kemotherapy...I know I spelled that wrong =P It's too late for me to care though. Then we went back to my house and hung out. I found out that she's not going back to the college she went to last year. It was a bad experience. The good news is that she might take one class at the community college I'm at, so hey, I might see her around campus. But she really just wants to take the fall semester off. She also changed her major. She was going in for nursing, but now she wants to do special-ed teaching, which is what she does now.

I cleaned my room today O.o I never realize how...disorganized I was. I still have a Wolf's Rain poster and my wall scroll of Orochimaru, Kabuto, Itachi, and Sasuke to hang up as well. Oh yeah, and I found this awesome sight called the Sloganizer and honestly, I never had so much fun before in my life. Go look it up on google or something. Seriously, it's so much fun. I can't stop laughing...look at the ones I did today!


«It's not a dream. DeiHiTachi is real!»
«DeiHiTachi moments.»
«The gods made DeiHiTachi.»
«DeiHiTachi forever.»
«DeiHiTachi kicks ass.»
«There's only one thing in the world I want and that is HidaIta.»
«HidaIta - it's like heaven!»
«SasuSaku is better than chocolate.»
«SasuSaku for a better future.»
«Naughty little SasuSaku.»
«Passion for SasuSaku.»
«SasuSaku for your life.»
«SasuSaku? You bet.»
«SasuSaku, the smart choice.»
«You can't stop Akatsuki.»
«Praise Akatsuki.»
«Akatsuki never die.»
«hhmmmmm... Akatsuki.»
«Akatsuki kicks ass.»
«And on the eighth day, god created Akatsuki.»
«I love Akatsuki.»
«Share moments, share Sasuke.»
«My Sasuke, your Sasuke, Sasuke for all!»
«Think. Feel. Sasuke.»
«The Sasuke look.»
«The art of Sasuke.»
«Simply Sasuke!»
«Sasuke strikes back.»
«High life with Hidan.»
«The one and only Hidan.»
«I'd walk a mile for Hidan.»
«Hidan keeps going, and going, and going...»
«I want more, I want Hidan.»
«Saved by Hidan!»
«I'd sleep with Hidan.»
«You better get inside Hidan.»
«Go to heaven with Hidan.»
«Don't play with fire, play with Tim.»
«The age of Tim.»
«Bigger. Better. Tim.»
«Do it with Tim.»
«Darkfire75, better than sex.»
«You better get inside Darkfire75.»
«Darkfire75, the original.»
«Be alive with Darkfire75.»
«You don't want Darkfire75 as your enemy!»
«Naughty little Darkfire75.»
«Food or Darkfire75? I'll have Darkfire75.»
«Itachirific.»
«I'd sleep with Itachi.»
«Food or Itachi? I'll have Itachi.»
«God made Itachi.»
«Free sex.»
«sex, good.»
«sex for the masses.»
«sex - it's like heaven!»
«Always the real thing, always sex.»
«No sex, no kiss.»
«The American Way of sex.»
«Ooh la la, sex.»
«sex makes your day.»
«Start the day with sex.»
«Be young, have fun, taste sex.»
«God made sex.»
«sex - what more could you want?»
«Things go better with sex.»
«The yaoi universe.»
«yaoi - once you have it, you love it.»
«yaoi for your health.»
«yaoi, pure lust.»
«Free yaoi.»
«yaoi is inspiration.»


THOSE ARE AWESOME!!! I have never laughed so much in my LIFE cuz I never knew which slogan I'd get and with what word...and omg...the "sex" ones are awesome. And my bro asked me to put his name down...so those are the "Tim" ones XD I also added myself...cuz I was having so much fun. Seriously, try it! You'll laugh your ass off! Soooo...I'm gonna go now since it's kinda late...and it's cold here. No joke. It feels like 50 degrees outside right now...It's summer!!! WHY IS IT COLD IN THE SUMMER??? Anyway...bye for now.
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Monday, August 13, 2007

Weee...I spent like...4 hours scanning all those pics today O.o I'm talking to my friend Erin on IM right now. Guess she's settled in Melbourne, Florida. ^-^ I already got some like...hate-comments on some of my pics. WTF is up with that? Jeez, I can't draw a pic nowadays without some idiot getting all offended by it. My Hidan/Shikamaru pic with Hidan saying: "this is fucking sweet." is NOT a bashing pic, people! It's a couple pic...maybe...sorta. I don't see the necessity to rant: "I hate Hiden!" Especially when they can't even spell his name. Sheesh. I don't like Shikamaru, but at least I spell his name right =P So yeah...I have to accept that there ARE stupid people in the world. *le sigh* So...I'm off to watch stuff with my bro (runescape stuff and then Naruto and Bleach). Bye bye!
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Sunday, August 12, 2007

I got a call from my friend Katie today ^-^ I haven't seen or talked to her since...like...January. College got in the way and she's been working all summer...but this week she's free, so we might hang out Tuesday. I'm so happy to have someone to hang out with cuz well...my friend Erin moved to Florida yesterday and I never had a chance to say goodbye or see her again =( I'm glad Katie's going to college near me though =)

I started a new fanfic. It's gonna be ItachiHidan because there are like no fics of them as a couple...so yeah. I want it to have lots of chapters too. And there will be naughty moments XD Blah...there's nothing else to report I guess. Bye for now!
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