Saturday, January 27, 2007

AEGFF Chapter 37!!!!
YAY! I actually did one of the ficcies this week! CONGRATULATE ME! >w< Anyway, I'll be putting up the epilogue to Bizarre Love Triangle next week, unless I do it later tonight. Anyway, enjoi!

WARNING: There's a little scene involving a bit of extreme intimacy (NO SEX THOUGH! I'm not THAT creepy.), but it's important, so endure it and read through, sneetches! >_<;;

Chapter 37

The mood at Max’s dorm was much different from that of the Bean Scene; Max and Roxanne had entered kissing passionately, not caring that Bobby and P.J. might have been present. Fortunately, they weren’t in the room, leaving them alone to do as they pleased. Roxanne broke the kiss briefly in order to slip a sock she’d found on the floor onto the doorknob. After that, she locked the door and leapt on Max again, wrestling him onto his bed. He returned the kiss willingly, although something was nagging at the back of his mind.

“Do you think Tera will be okay?” Max gasped in between the kiss, “she looked really upset.” Roxanne looked slightly angry, but smiled and sat down next to her boyfriend, whose shirt was lifted up to his chest. He pulled it down and sat up next to her, leaning back against the wall.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s tough. Besides, she had it coming; who harbors feelings for someone for six years anyway?” Roxanne asked rhetorically, before kissing Max again. He returned the kiss, the nagging feeling he knew was guilt still tugging insistently on his brain. This wasn’t right. He didn’t have feelings for Roxanne anymore. They’d all gone to another. It was because of her feelings that he didn’t break it off; she was obviously still crazy about him. However, when she slipped his shirt off, he had to stop. Giving her a gentle push, he got her to back off, gasping for breath from the kiss once again.

“I… I’m sorry, Roxanne… this just isn’t right.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I’ve already got the sock on the door.” Roxanne grinned and advanced upon him again, although he backed away from her.

“Roxanne… I dunno… this just isn’t right. You’ve changed… you’d never treat one of your friends like that.” Max said, pulling his shirt back on, “I’m sorry… but it’s over.” He stood up and walked over to the door. Roxanne looked at him dumbly, obviously surprised by his actions. Then she glared and laughed at him, leaning over the edge of Max’s bed.

“You’re dumping me? Because I didn’t defend my friend? Are you challenged? No guy turns down sex! Get back here!” Roxanne shouted, looking at her officially ex-boyfriend as though he was insane. He just shook his head and walked out the door, tossing the sock back into the room. Roxanne stared daggers after him for a moment, before she smiled weakly and lay back on his bed. She’d done the right thing, even though it had destroyed Max’s opinion of her.

***

His first idea was to go check with Joyce. Tera probably would already have been back in her dorm room, so it was a good first step. Of course, when Joyce answered the door, it was immediately slammed in Max’s face, leaving him standing at the doorstep. After a few minutes of begging, she opened the door and let him in. She had figured out he wanted to set things right, and cleared off a spot for him on Tera’s bed.

“She’s not here, you know.” Joyce grumbled, crossing her arms, “you really hurt her, you know.” Max nodded and explained what had happened, why he’d even yelled at her in the first place. He was glad that Joyce was actually listening; he was actually expecting her to cut him off and kick him out, but she didn’t (thankfully). When he was finished, she was actually grinning, the expression having a smug appearance.

“You like her, don’t you?” Joyce giggled, “she’ll be happy to hear it if you can find her.”

“What do you mean?” Max asked, looking puzzled at the redhead.

“Tera turned off her cell phone, and she told me she wasn’t coming back to the dorm.” Joyce said sadly, “I think you’ll have to ask the dean about her tomorrow; she made it sound like she was leaving college. If that doesn’t work, talk to her sisters. You know, the hot hairdressers.” She giggled again, despite looking upset seconds ago. Max nodded and thanked her, before heading back to his dorm room. Tera was leaving? Had he really hurt her that badly? Sighing, he found his room uninhabited, flopping sadly onto his bed.

“Oh Tera… I’m so sorry.” Max sniffled, hardly surprised to feel a tear falling down his face. He gripped the blankets tightly, wishing he could go out and search for Tera right then. Of course, he had no idea where to begin, and only had gotten vague leads from Joyce. Wiping his eyes, he forced himself to rest, although he knew sleep wouldn’t come any time soon. Guilt and sadness would torment him for a little while longer.

Read and review, as always! ^__^
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Monday, January 22, 2007

   I HAVE RETURNED!
I'm back, and the ficcies shall be too! They'll be posted this Friday or else I'll skin myself and boil myself in fish guts. It'll be... FC Stew! >w< But honestly, I shall be updating the ficcies this week, so be prepared!
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Sunday, December 10, 2006

Bizarre Love Triangle, Chapter 20!!!
WATCH OUT!! This is a long one! And I've finally decided on an ending for it! YAY! And if I decide to, you're going to be getting a follow-up epilogue to this! So, ENJOY!

Chapter 20

Reikoku stood still confident in her student standing in to help him. Moroi did just that. She flung two needles and hit the kunai, bringing both types of weapons to the ground. A smile crept across her face, mainly of relief. This was her big chance; Rei-sensei was going to let her try again to prove herself. Facing the masked ANBU, she activated her kekkei genkai, her nails sharpening into claws. Without hesitation, she threw herself into the crowd, cutting down several surprised ANBU. Once they’d realized they had an opponent, they began to fight back. Moroi was a sharp kid; none of them was able to land a hit. Of course, she wasn’t really aiming to kill them all. There was only one target. Akuihebi, the man who’d tried to kill Rei-sensei.

Naruto and the other conscious shinobi looked on as Moroi fought the traitorous ANBU. It seemed she’d been holding back when she’d fought them. ‘She is a lot like Haku…’ Naruto thought, disregarding Reikoku’s earlier statement. He figured it was obvious that Moroi was a girl, albeit a vicious one when she needed to be. Then he noticed that Akuihebi was gone. Moroi must have noticed too, because she stopped for a moment. Reikoku and the traitor were fighting, although it was pure taijutsu. However, the snake-like shinobi didn’t seem to be holding true to that. He unsheathed his sword; it felt like slow motion to Moroi. She burst out of the crowd of ANBU, leaping over bodies as Akuihebi swung the weapon. Reikoku didn’t seem to be moving, just making hand seals as the water in the jug began to slosh more violently. Then, before he knew it, he heard sword meet flesh. Blood spattered all over the floor and the three shinobi.

“M-Moroi?” Reikoku stuttered, the sword having cut a large slash along Moroi’s body. It was a deep cut, right across her chest down to her hip. Then, with a loud snap, Moroi’s chest bandages broke, revealing her to be a young woman, rather than a young man. A ragged gasp escaped her as she began to fall, her sensei catching her before she hit the ground. Akuihebi chuckled his hissing laugh, retreating among the ANBU. She coughed loudly, looking up into her sensei’s eyes. He looked shocked and afraid; frankly, she felt exactly the opposite.

“Rei-sensei…” Moroi said raggedly, a weak smile appearing on her face, “you… must escape with your life… I… love… you…” Her eyes closed as the sentence scraped its way from her mouth, a weak smile still playing on her face. A few teardrops fell on her face; Reikoku couldn’t hold them back anymore. Then, he suddenly remembered the healing art he’d taught Moroi. It could even bring her back to life if he went fast enough. The hands signs were made quickly and expertly, the glowing green chakra forming in his hands. He ran the light over the wound, smiling in relief as the wound sealed itself. Once he was finished, he waited expectantly, like a child waiting for Christmas morning. He waited for Moroi to rise up and thank him, waited for her to hug him in relief. He was waiting for anything.

But Moroi didn’t suddenly sit up. She remained on the ground, her purple hair clumping in the blood puddle beneath her. Reikoku’s face fell slowly, as he realized that she wasn’t getting up. In a strangled sort of cry, the young man began to wail and cried into Moroi’s stomach, clutching her green sweater as he did. The other ninja felt pangs of sympathy; even Akuihebi appeared to be upset. However, he righted himself, smiling beneath his mask. Naruto and the others struggled to hold in their own tears, all of them having felt similar loss. Hinata cried quietly into Kiba’s shoulder, the male shinobi trying to keep it together. However, he couldn’t, and he cried quietly with Hinata as well.

“You.” Reikoku said angrily, looking up into the crowd of ANBU, “you’re going to pay for this.” The look in his eyes was of pure hatred and he stood up, livid anger on his face. In a few short hand seals, the water in the jug on his back pushed the cork out of it, the liquid forming large blades around his hands. They were still quite fluid, apparently, as they whipped through the crowd of traitorous shinobi, tearing them to pieces. Akuihebi shouted an order, the remaining ANBU rushing in to attack the charging opponent.

“Why aren’t we doing anything about this?” Kiba said, wiping his eyes, “we should be fighting against those traitors with Reikoku!” Akamaru barked in agreement, growling at the enemies that they hadn’t rushed in to fight. However, as he was about to join him, Hinata’s hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder. The look in her eyes told him all that he needed to know. This was Reikoku’s fight. It wasn’t their business to interfere. Speaking of Reikoku, he roared as he tore his way to Akuihebi, seemingly not noticing the ANBU he swept aside.

“Stop!” Akuihebi screeched, retreating from the enraged shinobi, “it wasn’t my fault the stupid girl got in the way! You didn’t care that your other comrades died!” He was clearly grasping at straws, and made a strange gurgling sound when Reikoku stabbed him through the chest. Reikoku grinned feverishly, tearing the enemy in half with the blades, turning red with blood.

“Well, if you see them, you can apologize to them for me.” Reikoku said, looking into the sockets of Akuihebi’s mask. As he turned around, he realized he wasn’t quite finished. Members of the remaining ANBU stabbed him through the back, swords sticking all the way through his body. Flying into rage once more, he began to slaughter the remaining ANBU, not noticing the swords that were being hilted in his back. Eventually, every ANBU around him was dead. If any survived, they’d fled long ago. By now, he was starting to hallucinate; he thought he’d heard Moroi’s voice and saw her waving from where her body lay.

“Moroi…” Reikoku whispered hoarsely, a smile spreading across his face, “I’m… I’m coming to… join you.” He then fell onto his knees, slumping flat down on his chest in a pile of his own blood. At this point, Naruto and the others intervened. They rushed around him, checking to see if he had died. He coughed and looked up at Naruto, who had been about to poke him in the cheek.

“Take me to her…please…” Reikoku said, the ‘please’ said merely as an afterthought, “I… I want to die… beside her…” He smiled weakly, his eyes already clouding over. Naruto nodded in compliance, removing the swords from Reikoku’s back. After they’d all been removed (Naruto hadn’t been counting, but there’d been at least 7), he lifted up the slightly older shinobi, surprised by how light he was. He carried him over to Moroi, laying him down beside her.

“Thank you, Naruto-kun…” Reikoku said, turning his head to look at Moroi, “look at you… you died, all because of my foolish ambition. Well… when I go… I hope I can go wherever you’ve gone… I loved you like my own child, Moroi… and I always will.” He smiled feebly and began lifting his arm to brush her hair away from her face. It had never seemed so difficult before, but he managed somehow. Tears rolled down his face as he went and kissed her on the cheek, leaving a bloody smear there. Then, his eyes closed, just as hers shot open.

The other shinobi jumped in surprise when she sat up, shaking her sensei and crying out his name. Even though she knew in her mind, she refused to believe he was dead. Following in her teacher’s footsteps, she rolled him over and attempted to heal the wounds. However, she couldn’t properly make the hand seals, fingers trembling and not joining properly. She couldn’t perform the healing technique upon her teacher; her body was trembling too much and she couldn’t see properly through her tears. A loud, wailing cry escaped her as she flopped onto her sensei’s stomach, crying into it as the rain began to fall.

Well, hope you enjoyed. Read and review, mes amigos! And I'm sorry it's so sad. I blame the current events of my life. ^__^
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Saturday, November 25, 2006

   Bloody Shitcakes!
Sorry for the denial of the ficcies today, my readers... my Word program just deleted what I typed up for the last chapter of BLT and I don't feel like typing anymore tonight... unless I randomly change my mind at midnight... but yeah, sorry!
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Friday, November 24, 2006

   WOMG!
The ficcies WILL be up this week! I swear it! Just probably on Saturday... maybe Sunday if I start really late on Saturday night... but yeah. It'll be up this week, and so will the end of Bizarre Love Triangle! If you guys want an epilogue, just ask and I'll put that up... next week. lol
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