Monday, September 24, 2007

Heroes
OMG.

In the seemingly endless amount of time it took them to premiere the second season of Heroes..

I NEARLY FORGOT HOW HOT HAYDEN PANETIERRE WAS!!!!

*dies*
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Sunday, September 2, 2007

   Today
Weeeeeeeell.... today I had to go over to my uncle's place. Now, usually I really really hate going over there because he makes me take half my jewelry off to 'inspect' it and thinks I'm a Satanist and is scarily Christian. But he's nice. I mean, he acts like he likes me to my face, and I guess that's good enough for me as long as he doesn't make Mom send me to reform school or something. But anyway, I usually have a miserable time because I don't like to mingle with people and I detest huge family parties.

But today it was different. Today, it was kinda fun. And why? Because Uncle James installed a home theater system!!! o.o It rocked!!! I slipped away in the middle of greeting everyone, and watched Lord of the Rings in there until it was time to go! It was fricking awesome! XD So I might go over there more often. Maybe. Possibly.

Well, at least I won't be miserable when I have to go over there for parties. XD As long as I bring all my LotR DVDs.

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Monday, August 6, 2007

   GAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
OHMYGOD!!! I nearly completely forgot about this place. o.o;; Oh, my god, I am so sorry to everyone who's missed me. XD (i.e. no one. XD) So how long has it been since I've posted here? O.o Waaay too long, considering my last post was about my relationship with Laura, and we've broken up since then... I'm going with someone else now, have been since March. ^^ And... I've been very focused on developing my roleplaying characters, and I've drawn a LOT more, so I'll post some more art!! o.o And... e-cards! I'll make some more e-cards!! I would make more wallpapers, but I'm too lazy, and I like e-cards better... anyway.... as I said before, I am so sorry. XD And I'll be on here a LOT more. as soon as I update my otaku site. Toodles!
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Hey.....
Sorry I don't update as much. XDD I really go on deviantART more than here.... so... just to let you all know I'm not dead. XD ANd now that I'm in a relationship, I have more time to spend away from the computer. ^^ So... still alive over here. XD
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006

   Love
^^ An awesome thing has happened to me... I've fallen in love, and now I have a girlfriend! ^_^ I love her to the moon and back!! I only wish that my family could accept her.... *shug* oh well. What they dont know dont hurt them... I am in love. I feel so beautiful!
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Thursday, December 21, 2006

   HEY.....
It's almost christmas, isn't it? XP Well.... that's simply awesome.... yeah.... so, random question. What is it that YOU want for christmas? X3
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Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!!!!!!! ^_^
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Monday, November 6, 2006

   I want charmedxxone to write my obituary
just so you all know.

in case I never return from.....

the dentist. I know he's out to get me....

I know and love you all very much!

Good bye....

T_T

*loudspeaker*
WE SEEMS TO BE EXPERIENCING SOME TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES INVOLVING ELICIA'S DRAMA LEVEL TO GO TOO HIGH AND BURST. PLEASE STAND BY.
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Wednesday, November 1, 2006

   If You Love Me Like Music 2
Keigo thought quicky and ducked into an alleyway, watching the shrieking fans run past him. He still held the girl in his arms. The girl stirred, turning on her side, her head laying in Keigo’s lap. Keigo glanced downward, along the hemline of her pants, and realized with horror that this was not a girl. How could he think it was? No, this was most definitely male, for Keigo didn’t think that girls had that extra baggage. Keigo flushed a deep red as the young man fluttered his eyelashes, his eyes opening.

He sat up. “W-what happened?”

Keigo smiled and rested a hand on his shoulder. “You passed out.”

The stranger groaned. “Not again...” He tried to stand but fell back into Keigo’s arms. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Keigo Akamaru. Lead singer of Darkwave, at your service.” Keigo wanted to bow but couldn’t very well sitting down. The stranger did not smile but bowed his head.

“I’m Touru Ootohri. Nice to meet you.” Still no smile.

“Hey, how old are you? You look like you’re sixteen.”

“I’m nineteen. But I consider myself old for my age.” Touru finally smiled. It was a beautiful thing. “Sorry I fainted. I do that a lot. I’m diabetic.”

“Oh, I’m sorry...”

“It’s all right. I don’t care.” Touru’s smile dissapeared once more.

“Didn’t you take your insulin shot this morning?” Keigo asked, trying not to pry.

“No. My mom doesn’t let me sometimes.... she can be.... difficult.” he looked down at his scar-ridden arms.

“You can’t be saying... that your mother, your own mother, gave you all those scars?” Keigo asked, concerned.

“Not just her. My dad, too.”

Keigo wrapped his arms around Touru in a hug. The younger man stiffened.

“Sorry.” Keigo gushed, embarrassed. “I hug random people. It’s a problem I have...”

Touru shook his head. “That’s fine.”

“Hmm.... you need to move out of your house.” Keigo stated matter-of-factly. “You’re too old to be forced to stay with your parents, right?”

“I have to. My mother sats that if I leave she’ll hunt me down and kill me.” Touru confessed, looking at the ground. He was still sitting on Keigo’s lap. “I’m too scared to leave.”

“That’s ridiculous! Isn’t there anywhere else you can go?”

Touru’s eyes fulled with tears as the great blue river turned into a waterfall. “No.” He stood unsteadily. “I’d better go.” He started to walk away.

"Wait!" Keigo called after Touru pitifully.

Touru turned, his sleek black hair glinting in the dull moonlight, the PVC of his corset also shining. Keigo dismissed these thoughts from his head immediately and continued.

"You..... your parents are that violent, yeah?" he asked, moving closer to the timid young man.

He nodded slowly. "Yeah. But it's not as bad as you think. Hey, I'd better go, or they'll lock me out again...."

"Lock you out?" Keigo repeated in bewilderment. "It's below zero out here! It's the middle of December!"

"They don't care." Touru replied, gazing at Touru with his liquid cool eyes again. "They don't want me... all I do is mess up. I know that. It's my fault..."

"No." Keigo scolded, grabbing Touru's arm. "It's never your fault. Look at you! You're sick from being left out in the cold, and you're covered in wounds!" To prove his point, Keigo pulled up Touru's sleeve. There was a long, still-fresh cut along his arm, from his wrist up to his elbow. The cut appeared to be sewed shut with something... maybe fishing wire, and Touru's pale skin was reddened all around the cut and where the fishing wire was threaded into the skin.

Keigo looked up at Touru. "They did this?"

Touru nodded, tears coming to his eyes. "Yeah.” He was now shaking uncontrollably. "My doctors say that I'm a serious case, and that all my insulin reactions are caused by stress." Keigo wasn't sure what to do, so he stepped forward and embraced the younger man, letting him sob on his shoulder. Passerbys stared, some even stopped to gawk at the sight of the two men embracing, one crying and beaten, the other in stage attire, including light eyeliner and some  blush so he didn't look dead onstage.

"Keigo...." Touru whispered.

"Touru...." Keigo pulled away slightly and looked down on the thin young man he was holding.

"This is so weird...." Touru tried to pul away but collapsed against Keigo's chest again. "I don't even know you...."

"Come here, hun." Keigo said kindly, scooping Touru into his arms and carrying him down the street. "Come home with me. You'll be safe."

Touru closed his eyes and whispered. "Thank God."
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006

If You Love Me Like Music 1
Touru Ootohri.

Until that very day, Keigo Akamaru didn’t know how much that name would mean to him. He sat in solitude backstage, as his bandmates and best friends Ken and Kyou got their instruments out of the car. The two insane men were very superstitious, and believed it bad luck to store instruments backstage before a show. Whenever they’d start on that superstition bullshit, Keigo usually just tuned them out.

He stood and walked toward the black curtain, parting it with his clean, uncalloused hands and peered out into the audience. His band, Darkwave, attracted all types. From where he stood, Keigo could see a girl in all pink with neon magenta hair standing next to a girl with pitch-black hair and a cross on her forehead. Yeah, Darkwave attracted all kinds. Everything under the sun in Harajuku.

Suddenly, Keigo noticed a different sort of face in the crowd. This one wa small, pale, and delicate. Riddled with scars and bruises, mostly covered up by thick makeup. It was the face of a beautiful young girl, about thirteen or fourteen-looking. She wore a PVC corset, tight velvet-looking pants, and spiked armbands, plus a collar with a silver bell that made no noise as far as Keigo could hear. It seemed like the club had grown unnaturally quiet as the girl stared at him with those clear blue eyes, like fresh water flowing into an empty river.

Keigo sensed motion behind him. He turned to see Kyou looking at him with a stern expression.

“Now, Keigo-san.” he stated clearly. “You know very well that peeking at the audience before a show is bad luck. What were you thinking?”

“That.... I was bored?” Keigo replied, putting Kyou on the spot. “I can’t stand any more of your friggin’ superstitions, man.”

“Hey, whatever!” Ken soothed, slinging his guitar over his shoulder. Ken was Kyou’s twin brother, but they looked nothing alike. Ken’s hair was pitch black, and very long, tied into a ponytail but spiked up at the top. His style was simple and elegant, like the silk black shirt and deep blue jeans he was wearing. Kyou, on the other hand, was much more extravigant, in his black tank top, spiked collar, and tight, destroyed jeans that showed thigh and ankle galore. His bright red locks were sticking up in odd angles as usual, his grey eyes rimmed with the lightest black eyeshadow.

“You’re the one freaking out, Keigo-kun. Are you okay?”

Keigo didn’t know the answer to that. He wasn’t feeling his usual, chipper self; not since he’d seen the girl. And her blue eyes were still haunting him. He shook his head and grabbed his headset and guitar. “Let’s do this thing.”

Ken and Kyou nodded. They parted the stage curtain from either side, revealing Keigo first. The youn singer stepped out onstage, shortly followed by Kyou and Ken. Ken stood poised, bass in hand, and Kyou sat at the keyboard, fingers ready. Keigo stepped up to the front of the stage.

“Hello, ladies and germs!” he screamed, raising his hands in the air. He was met with several yells and cheers of apparent approval. “Okay, so I hope you’re all having fun this weekend! We’ve worked really hard on this set, so we’re praying you people are going to like it....” Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl plunge to the floor in a dead faint. He panicked and pondered over what to do. He trid to speak more, but all that came out was a stutter. Ken and Kyou looked at him questioningly.

Decisively, Keigo leaped off the stage, gathering the girl in his arms and darting out the door, a thousand screaming goths and punks streaming behind him.
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