Wednesday, March 28, 2007

It's late again...but oh well. We watched Trigun in the anime club today. I never got to see it, so I was excited. Our resident "Wolfwood" aka Erica's boyfriend brought it in. I really like it...I should have asked him if I could borrow the dvd set. Oh well. Kassie (sp?), the girl in charge of the club, was talking to me today about our rooming arrangements for when we go to Anime Boston. I guess I'm rooming with Bridget and another girl. ^-^

I got stuff I wanna post but...eh...I'm lazy =P Oh yeah, and I've created these three very random original characters. I haven't named them yet, but I did make them into dolls at dollwizard.com. Well, one is called Taurus...for now. The other two guys...ehhh. I'll figure something out. But I really like them =) I wrote more to my PoT fic...again. I was bored =/

So yeah...here's part of my AtobeOC fic...it's just some random part. I don't know where I'll put it in the story.

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Natari would have really appreciated Atobe telling her that his friends would be coming over. She was in absolute shock to see the Hyotei tennis team seated in the dining hall one morning, greeting her as if they were all old friends. She stared at them, mouth hanging open, as she stood before them in her pajamas.

“Ohayou gozaimasu, Mizuno-san,” Ootori greeted with a warm smile.

The others all nodded in greeting. Natari walked to the table as though in a trance. She sat down across from another of one of her classmates, Hiyoshi Wakashi. “Um…what are you all doing here?” she finally asked. “Atobe never said anything about having guests.”

“Ore-sama shouldn’t have to tell you anything,” Atobe replied airily as he walked into the dining hall in his silk pajamas. “Ore-sama makes the rules around here. Ore-sama decides who comes and goes.”

“Yes, oh mighty one,” Natari grumbled. “I forgot. ‘You are the rule.’”

Atobe smirked. “Exactly. And you will be painting ore-sama today.”

Natari sighed and nodded. She ate her food slowly, trying to remember the names of the rest of the tennis team. One of the 3rd years, Mukahi, if she remembered right, leaned across the table with a grin and said, “So…does he ask you to paint him naked?”

Natari spit out the juice she was drinking and stared wide-eyed at the red-head. He continued to grin. Atobe looked as if the comment didn’t faze him one bit. Natari muttered a curse under her breath before realizing that she had spit her juice all over Hiyoshi. “Gah! Hiyoshi-kun, gomen nasai!” She reached across the table with a napkin. Hiyoshi merely grunted a response.

“Gakuto, you need to learn what questions are appropriate when people are eating,” Oshitari said pushing his glasses up his nose. “That wasn’t one of them.”

“But I’m curious, Yuushi,” he whined.

Atobe flicked his hair. “Mizuno will not be painting me naked anytime soon,” he stated.

Thank god, she thought.

“Mizuno, I am going to get dressed for the painting. Meet me down in the studio.”

“Hai.” Natari got up from her seat and trudged up the stairs to her room. She put on a large shirt with paint stains and flair jeans that had several designs on them. She grabbed her tools and made her way to the studio. She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to paint him like today, so she waited for him to arrive.

The other regulars appeared behind her, smiling and sitting down to observe. Atobe strode into the room wearing nothing but a white garb that resembled a toga. Natari’s eyes widened. “I thought you said I wouldn’t be painting you naked,” she growled.

“Ore-sama never said showing a little skin would be against the rules,” he replied, settling himself down on the sofa.

“You’re showing more than ‘a little skin’.”

“Aa~? Are you questioning ore-sama?”

The brunette sighed. “No.”

Atobe stood up and settled for a pose. “Paint me like a Greek god,” he ordered. Natari made a face. “What? It’s a simple request.”

“You want me to paint you like you’re some kind of god? Kami-sama have mercy on all our souls for witnessing this,” she mumbled. Gakuto was muffling his laugh behind her.

Atobe glared over at her. “Just paint, Mizuno. I’m not paying you to make sarcastic comments.”

“Hai, hai.” Natari set to work on the canvas. She could hear the mumblings of the boys behind her, complimenting her work softly. She allowed herself a smile as she looked at Atobe in his pose. Slowly his image appeared more regal. The colors became more vibrant. Natari’s brush strokes became more vivid. The picture was coming to life. How Atobe could stand for as long as he was, was anyone’s guess. Natari knew he had had plenty of practice from previous artists coming to sculpt or paint him. With seventy percent of the painting done, Natari smiled and put her paint brush down.

“Finished already?” Atobe asked, getting out of his pose and coming to stand beside her. He examined the somewhat finished painting. “Another masterpiece, Mizuno,” he muttered before leaving the room to change. The Hyotei boys behind her came closer to look at the painting as well.

“It came out so well, Mizuno-san,” Ootori said smiling. “Very professional.”

“Thanks, Ootori-kun.”

“Even if the subject matter is Atobe, your talent is amazing,” Oshitari commented.

“T-Thanks, Oshitari-senpai.”

“What do you mean ‘even if the subject matter is Atobe’, aa~?” Atobe said walking back into the room, fully dressed in a light blue collared shirt with designer jeans. “Are you saying the painting would be better without ore-sama, Oshitari?”

The tensai smirked. “Of course not, Atobe. I’m just saying that Mizuno is very talented and it’s a shame her talents are solely on your behalf at the moment.”

“Che.”

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And these are the random scenes I wrote in my other PoT fic.

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***

Akutsu didn’t understand romance. Or rather, he just chose not to. He wouldn’t admit it, but there were times he wished he had listened to Sengoku’s experiences with the opposite sex. He found himself in an odd friendship with Takara. He didn’t make friends; well, he had friends, but he basically ignored all of them. But Takara was someone he actually spoke to and spent time with.

His mother had kept giving him such happy looks lately. It was freaky and disturbing and it annoyed him. Why was she so happy? When he brought Takara into his mother’s work, he finally realized the reason for his mother’s happiness. It was Takara. She was happy that her son was actually being friendly with a girl. Akutsu had to scoff at that. Takara was defenseless on her own. He was just…protecting her. Any real man would do the same.

At least, that was his excuse. He couldn’t explain the excited feelings he felt when he saw her after a boring day at school. And he couldn’t explain why he felt angry whenever he thought another boy was getting too friendly with Takara. He was sure that if he had spoken with Sengoku, the red-head would have said he had a crush. Akutsu wanted to laugh out loud. A crush? Yeah right. He just felt comfortable around the girl. Didn’t mean he liked her.

Then why the hell was he excited at the prospect of seeing her again? He walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, completely ignoring everyone and everything around him. His feet were subconsciously taking him to Takara’s house. He found himself in front of her door, cursing himself when the door opened to reveal a middle-aged man with graying hair and blue eyes. He blinked.

“Can I help you?” he said.

“Is Takara home?” Akutsu heard himself ask. He tried to sound as rude as possible.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed. “She’s in her room. I’m sorry, but who are you?”

Akutsu glared at the man. “Akutsu Jin.”

“Oh, so you’re the boy she’s been talking about.”

The teen scowled. “What’s she said?”

“That a nice boy by the name of Akutsu had been helping her around lately.”

“Keh.”

“Are you going to come in?” Akutsu hesitated a moment before striding inside the house. He towered over the older man, but felt slightly insecure. This man was Takara’s father. Akutsu didn’t like dealing with older folks, or anyone really. “Takara, there’s someone here to see you!” her father called.

As they waited for the girl to come down from her room, Akutsu could feel her father’s eyes searching him; studying him; observing him. “What?” he finally growled.

“You’re not what I expected,” the older man admitted. “The way Takara talks about you I pictured you differently.”

Akutsu narrowed his eyes. “Disappointed?”

“Worried.”

“Worried?”

“Takara is shy and has a hard time fitting in. Her blindness has restricted her to living at home and not making many friends. I’m sure you understand, given that you’ve spent a lot of time with her. I’m worried that people she befriends will betray her.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Mr. Masashi smiled. “You don’t look it, but you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, kid.”

Akutsu shrugged. “I’m doing what any man would do.”

“Unfortunately, no one has ever made this much of an impact on Takara’s life. You’re all she talks about.”

If Akutsu was any other person, he probably would have blushed in embarrassment. But he wasn’t. He merely shrugged his shoulders again and turned his head at the sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs. He glanced up and saw Takara. Her hair was pulled back into a half-hazard ponytail.

“Who’s here, Tou-san?” she asked.

“Yo,” Akutsu greeted.

A smile broke across her face. “Akutsu-san!” She walked down the stairs as fast as she could. “What brings you here?”

“Thought you might like to take a walk with me.”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

“Um…is that okay, Tou-san?”

Mr. Masashi pat his daughter’s head before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Bring her back before it gets too dark,” he said to Akutsu.

The silver-haired teen nodded and grasped Takara’s hand as they walked out of the house. “I hope my dad didn’t bother you too much, Akutsu-san,” Takara mumbled. “He’s very protective of me.”

“We have something in common,” he muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Ne, is the sun setting?”

“How’d you know?”

“I can feel the sun on my face. It feels like the evening sun.” Akutsu just stared ahead. “What color is the sky?” she continued.

“Pink…orange…gold…”

“Gold like your eyes, Akutsu-san?”

He paused. “Yeah.”

She smiled, turning her head towards him. He didn’t appreciate things like beauty, but in that moment, he’d never seen something so breathtaking. Her blue eyes were shining even though they couldn’t see him. Her reddish brown hair was pulled back into the messiest ponytail he had ever seen and there were small freckles barely visible on her cheeks. The sun was hitting her skin directly, giving her a slightly tanned appearance.

“It sounds nice,” she said.

He grunted a response. What the hell is wrong with me? he thought angrily.

“Akutsu-san…”

“What?”

“Um…do you think you could fix my ponytail? I’m afraid I did it wrong, but I can’t tell…”

“Sure,” he replied, without thinking. He reached his hand up to pull the hair tie out of her soft hair. Her hair fell around her shoulders and Akutsu had to bite his tongue so as not to say anything. She looked even better with her hair down. The dark tresses were slightly wavy from being in a ponytail. His hand gently touched her cheek.

Takara frowned slightly. “Is something wrong?”

Akutsu couldn’t describe what he was feeling. He’d never felt it before. When his fingers brushed through her hair, his breath hitched. Fuck, he cursed. Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I’m acting like a pussy! Takara of course was confused. Akutsu continued to curse in his head even when his mouth was inches from hers. He stared into her expressionless eyes and then looked at her lips, which were still frowning.

“Akutsu-san?”

I’m fucked, he thought as he leaned down, sealing his mouth over hers. Takara stiffened and gasped. Akutsu held her against him, running his tongue along her lower lip, trying to get some kind of response from her. He’d never kissed anyone before, so he wasn’t even sure if he was doing it right. C’mon, do something! he growled.

Takara’s hands slowly came up to his face as he kissed her. She pulled away with a smile. Her eyes lowered to the ground and a bright flush was on her cheeks. “D-Does this mean Akutsu-san likes me?” she whispered, touching her lips with her fingers.

“What do you think, idiot?” he said teasingly.

Her face burned. “I-I like you too.” She raised her head. “Akutsu-san…”

“Jin,” he interrupted.

“…Akutsu-kun…”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Better than nothing, I guess. It wouldn’t kill you to not be polite, you know.”

“I know.” She kicked her foot against the pavement of the sidewalk. “C-Can we continue our walk, Akutsu-kun?”

“Yeah.” He grabbed her hand with his own. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Is the park still open?”

“It should be.”

“Let’s go there.”

Akutsu actually felt happy for once in his life. Of course he’d never admit it out loud.

***

“Now you can’t tell me that isn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever seen,” Niou said as he saw his kouhai with his girlfriend holding hands as they walked down the street. The person he was addressing, his doubles partner as well as friend, sighed and pushed his glasses further onto his face.

“Masaharu, I’m sure Akaya wouldn’t appreciate us spying on him and his date,” Yagyuu replied.

“Relax. I wanna see ‘em kiss!”

Yagyuu groaned to himself. “If Sanada finds out…”

“He won’t, Yagyuu. Know why?” The silver-haired trickster grinned. “It’s because you won’t say anything.”

“And why shouldn’t I?”

“Because—ah! They kissed! That’s cell phone camera time!” He quickly pulled out his cell phone and took a picture. “You can’t tell me that isn’t adorable.”

The other boy glanced at the picture and sighed. “You’re hopeless, Masaharu.”

“Puri~! My sweet innocent little kouhai is all grown up! I’m so proud!”

Innocent? Yagyuu repeated in his mind. When was Akaya ever innocent?

***

“Nya, Fujiko!” Eiji cried happily, glomping his friend from behind. “Is it true you and Sapph-chan are dating?”

Fuji smiled like he usually did. “Hai, Eiji. It’s true.”

The energetic red-head grinned. “Have you kissed her yet, nya?”

Fuji continued to smile. “Perhaps.”

“Kawaii, Fujiko!”

“Eiji, is there any reason why you’re glomping poor Fuji?” Shiori said walking up behind them. “He needs to breathe, you know.”

“Nya, Shiori-chan, guess what?”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Fujiko is dating Sapph-chan!”

“Yeah, I know. Sapphire told me.”

“Ehhh??!! How come you know before I do, nya?” Eiji pouted at Fuji as he let him go. “Did you tell anyone else, Fuji?”

The honey-haired brunette gave a sympathetic smile. “No, Eiji. You’re the first I’ve told on the tennis team.”

“Great, nya! Now I can go tell Oishi!” He literally hopped down the hallway.

Shiori sweat-dropped. “You know Eiji as well as I do,” she said.

“Aa.”

“Want me to stop him from broadcasting your relationship all over the school?”

“I’d appreciate it. Thank you, Ito-san.”

“No prob.” Shiori walked down the hall as fast as she could to stop her boyfriend.

“Fuji.” The tensai turned and saw his long-time friend walking towards him.

“Tezuka.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No. Just a few things on my mind.”

“Aa.”

Fuji turned and gave him a wicked smile. “By the way, how’s Wilson-san?”

Tezuka almost tripped on his own feet. “What about her?” he said, trying to hide his blush.

“Tezuka, you know avoiding conversation is a bad habit.”

The brunette wanted to murder Fuji. “How would I know how she is?”

Still smiling, the tensai said, “I saw you and her in the clubroom the other day.”

Tezuka paled. “So?”

“Wilson-san’s tattoo is awfully interesting, wouldn’t you say?”

Words could not describe Tezuka’s anger and embarrassment. He said the only thing he could think of at the time. “Fuji, 100 laps today at practice.”

That didn’t stop the famous prodigy from smiling like his birthday had just come early. That’s when Tezuka came to the conclusion that Fuji Syuusuke was a seriously sadistic person.

***

“Where did Hitomi and Yuushi say they were going again?” Hitomi’s mother asked.

“Dancing with some friends, I think,” he husband answered.

“Aa.”

When Hitomi and Yuushi entered the club, a surge of freedom and adventure overcame them. They had kept their relationship hidden from their families for so many years. Now here they were, in a club full of people that didn’t know them and wouldn’t judge them. Hitomi felt like she could do anything she wanted at that moment. Yuushi’s hands on her waist brought her back to reality.

“Want to dance?” he said huskily.

She smiled. “You didn’t even have to ask.”

He brought her onto the dance floor, grinding his hips sensually against her. His hands roamed up and down her body. His lips lowered to her neck. Hitomi threw her head back against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down. Yuushi’s teeth nipped at the base of her neck. “You have no idea how much I want to ravish you right now,” he purred in her ear. Hitomi smirked as she turned around in his arms.

She leaned up to kiss him. “There’s some rooms out back,” she winked. The tensai grinned.




***

Bonnie didn’t know what to expect when she went to go meet up with Hajime. For him to suddenly abandon school activities, it must have been important. She found him sitting alone on a park bench, just staring at the ground. “Hajime?” she said softly.

He looked up and smiled. “Thanks for coming.”

“Is something wrong?”

He avoided her gaze. “I feel like I’m losing you,” he muttered.

“Losing me?” she repeated. “How so?”

“I’ve been spending so much time at school and you’ve been hanging out with Yuuta-kun. And…it’s painful, Bonnie. I don’t want to think about not having you around, but I have and it hurts.” He clenched at his chest where his heart was. “It hurts me a lot to imagine my life without you.”

Bonnie bit her lip, trying to stop herself from choking out a sob. No one had ever said that to her before. Hajime truly cared about her and had just admitted his fear of losing her. She reached over to grasp his hand. “I don’t want to lose you either, Hajime,” she mumbled. “Life won’t be the same when I go back to Ireland.”

“Why can’t you stay here forever?” he said stubbornly. “Why do you need to go back?”

“My mother’s job requires it.”

He frowned. “It’s not fair. I finally found someone that makes me happy. And she’ll be leaving me at the end of the school year.”

Bonnie let her arms wrap around him before pulling him into a hug. Mizuki held her back tightly. “I will call you and send you e-mail everyday,” she said.

“You promise?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes.”

The data collector smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Thank you, Bonnie.”

“You’re welcome, Hajime.”

***

“You’re staying for a week?!” Skyler shrieked.

“Well you can’t expect ore-sama to spend just a few days here. We need to spend some quality time together,” Atobe replied with a grin.

“Keigo, you are absolutely ridiculous.”

“Is there a problem, Miss Hutchings?” one of the butlers asked. “I heard shouting.”

“Ah, no Charles. Sorry. Um, would you be able to set up the guest room? It appears Mr. Atobe will be spending a week with us.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Skyler glared over at Atobe, who seemed extremely pleased with himself. “Keigo, please promise me that while you’re here you will behave yourself.”

He seemed offended. “Ore-sama always behaves himself.”

“And please stop speaking in Japanese to me. We’re in England. I know you can speak English as fluently as you can speak your native language.”

He frowned. “You don’t like it when I speak Japanese here, aa~?”

“No,” she replied flatly. “The people around you will be confused if you only speak Japanese.”

“But—”

“Atobe.”

He closed his mouth. She only called him by his last name when she was completely and utterly serious. Or when she was really angry and annoyed with him. He sighed and nodded his head. “Sorry,” he mumbled in English.

Skyler smiled and sat down beside him on the sofa. “See? Plus your accent is really cute,” she added. Atobe blushed.


***

“Sadaharu, why do you hide your eyes?”

Inui glanced up at Yasu before finishing writing in his data book. “There’s no particular reason,” he answered, tucking the book into his bag. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…your eyes are so beautiful,” she said, reaching up to remove his glasses. He didn’t stop her. He could still see fairly well without them. “I don’t understand why you try to be all mysterious and hide them.”

“Eyes are eyes. It doesn’t matter if I hide them or not.”

Yasu frowned. “So then why are you so hell-bent on making sure none of your team sees your eyes?” He shrugged. “You’re a troublesome man, Inui Sadaharu,” she sighed.

He smirked. “I am?”

“Yeah. And I don’t know why I like you so much.”

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Blah, they're nothing spectacular. I personally really like the Eiji-Fuji scene ^-^ Eiji's such a cutie pie. I love how he calls Fuji "Fujiko" as like a pet name. I also felt the need to add the other Rikkaidai players into the story since I do like them as well. Niou is such a goober =P Though I'd probably be like him if I had a cute kouhai like Kirihara. Everytime I see Kirihara sad, I just wanna huggle him. He's so cute. Poor Yagyuu. He has to deal with a crazy doubles partner. Writing Akutsu is freakin' hard! At first it was easy, cuz I understand that his character was rude and pissy, but having that kind of character actually fall for someone is very difficult. I tried to keep him in character as best I could under the circumstances. Hopefully I pulled it off semi-okay and it's somewhat believable.

Dude, I realized that I know more Japanese than I do Spanish. And I took Spanish for 5 years!!!! But I've like forgotten everything I've learned...so now I'm like semi-fluent in Japanese. I know enough to understand when it's being spoken. I can't READ it obviously. I really wanna take the Japanese course at school, but a foreign language isn't required for my major...so yeah. Phooey. =( I guess watching all my anime in japanese now has helped me be able to translate most of what's being said, even without subs. Like, I watched the prince of tennis ova eps 8 thru 11 before 8 was subbed and I basically knew everything that was going on. I could grasp a few words and phrases and be able to know what was happening. It freaked me out O.o I was all: "holy shit! I understand!" I even translated some stuff for my bro when we watched the eps. That's hard. I could never be a translator. I used to think I'd like that job...heh...not anymore.

Oi, anyone going to Anime Boston this year? If so...um...maybe I'll see you? Heh. I just know we're staying at the Sheraton. So yeah. Anyway....it's late. I'm gettin' a little tired...I have class at 8 tomorrow...I'm gonna go now. Byes!
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