Memoirs of a fan-girl

and the chain goes....

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 07:14:18 GMT

Just because I had nothing better to do.. and I realized my circle of friends on LJ is so small...>.<" ( but I love the ones I have to death!)

Meme-time!! (insert MC Hammer time theme song)

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favourite Film:
5. Favourite Song or Album:
6. Favourite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favourite memory of us?
14. What is your favourite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favourite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent:
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

Cakes, Waffles, & Teas..Oh My!

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 02:47:55 GMT

Hmm...it seems that whenever I post, I do so only because I have pictures to post up... But the again, I just had to flaunt the pretty food I had today. (can't resist!)

So Ginger and I went to Rose House tea house today. It was a research excursion, all done with the intention of trying to find out if we could definitely have our Kuroshitsuji Photo-shoot there for the last day of NYAF. Poor girl, I kind feel bad about how I grilled her with questions, but it just had to be done. Unfortunately for us, I dont think we can. As the days draw closer to the con, our group keeps on getting bigger and bigger, which includes the cosplayers and the non-cosplayers who want to tag along. And the party/ conference room they offer only seat like 16 and thats pushing it...so yeah.

Then we have to spend about $180..but that wouldn't be a problem if we all chipped and and stuff, so that wasn't really a problem. But because even on Sunday's they get a lot of customers, again back to no incredibly big groups. But the most important part was that we can't use flash on our cameras. Some of us will be having the big professional SLR's so we need it. No to mention being in cosplay and going out like in groups of 5 or 6 to the main area which looks more victorian than the conference room and taking pictures. We'd definitely be a distraction, and they don't want that. So yeah I'm guessing this means we've got to start searching for something else...something that wont put a hole in our pockets on Sunday, when I know most, if not all of us will be broke as hell.

But now onto the food...I good the Waffle meal and Ginger got the Cake one. Sooo good and pretty as well! The Tea cups were so pretty, I was almost afraid of grabbing them. I thought I'd have a klutzy moment and drop it...that would have been horrible. But I'm definitely going back again...even if its just to try the variety of teas theyr serve...of if it means
almost an hour and a half trip by train when I go...gah! why does it have to be all the way in Queens?!

Ginger"s cake(so good!)

My Waffle( that was my dinner today)

My Jasmine Tea

Ginger's side of the table

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 20:48:15 GMT

-dies-

Ok scratch that. Before dieing, I should say that I finally finished that nice little one-shot synnesai and I had been chating...er...txting about xD. And seeing how it was almost lost in the black void that is my laptop and its imminent meltdown ((stupid motherboard about to fry)) I decided that it was one of the many fics that I'm writing that deserves to see the day of light.

And since I'm kinda proud of it...why not. Its still not the best, but since its like the third time I'm writing pre-existing characters with a long history that everyone knows...I'll admit its a bit nevrve wrecking. Oh! before I forget, At the end I've posted pictures of the reason for my lateness on my way to work yesterday....xD

Crash & Burn (because I'm aweful at naming my creations and its the song that prompted this little trip down memory lane)
Pairings: RikuxSora
Type: Oneshot
Warnings: Hard R- bordering on NC-17(bit of angst-- if you squint...and most definitely AU-ish)
Summary: Eh....Sora spurred on by Axel's last words and his imminent sacrifice, finally finds Riku, who begs him to fight and not give up on him.
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Kairi is in the castle dungeon…

….now go….

Axel?…

It was heartbreaking, that once again, yet another life had been extinguished before his very eyes. His heart hurt, making Sora automatically reach up to his chest and grip the clothes just above his heart.

…a heart…

That’s all that Axel had ever wanted. The one who had made him feel alive. The being who had made him feel like he was in possession of a heart, and not just hollow.

It was ironic, that after all this time, he and Axel weren’t so different after all. They had been battling long and hard to find that one person who made them feel whole.

Yet looking down at the last tendrils of black evaporating before his kneeled form, Sora couldn’t help but think that Axel had crashed and burned before he had accomplished his one true goal.

It was Axel’s parting gift. It was the red head’s way of atoning for his sins. It was the only way that Sora would find what he had been searching for, on his seemingly endless journey.

Standing up, the Keyblade bearer marched purposefully into the black void. He would not let Axel’s sacrifice have been in vain. So with a determined set of his shoulders, he walked into the darkness, allowing it to swallow him and swallow the light around him.

It felt warm and safe. A complete paradox to its reality. After all, if Sora gave up now, who knows where he would end up. And after having another life eclipsed in his hands, he wasn’t willing to soil the memory of Roxas and Axel.

…Riku…

The light was excruciatingly blinding, making him stumble on his first few steps away from the void. In alarm, he tried to blink away the white static that filled his vision. But he needn’t have worried. A simple intake of breath was all he needed to tell him where he was.

The salt-tinged taste of the air, and the sweet smell of Paopu fruits surrounded him and enervated him to newer heights. It could only be one place, where such familiarity existed.

Destiny Islands.

Finally regaining his eyesight, he looked on into the horizon. Where the dipping orange tinged sun met the gray crystal like waves of the ocean. It took another deep breath to confirm, that indeed, he was back home, the place that carried so many wonderful memories, and brought so much heartache.

Sora gritted his teeth, in an effort to stem the tears that threatened to swamp his sight.

It just wasn’t fair!

A pale fist slammed into the bark of the bent paopu fruit tree they used as a sitting perch.

It just wasn’t fair that he got to be here, and Riku couldn’t share this with him. Just the thought of Riku’s soft smile, directed at Sora, as the door closed made his heart twist in pain. It made the tears that had made his vision blurry finally trace thin rivulets on his cheeks.

“Riku…where are you now?” Sora whispered into the warm air. His voice hitching on the last syllables, his nails digging into the rough bark below his palm. The pain was welcome, yet it wasn’t enough to distract from the searing pain that was slowly spreading within his chest.

“Riku…when will I find you?” were his whispered words, before Sora finally let the pain overtake him. Even when one more person had sacrificed so much, to light him on to the right path, Sora was still as far away from his goal as he had ever been.

Head bent and shoulders shaking from the effort to not wail his pain into the familiar sight before him, he ducked his head further into his body. It might have been futile, but maybe his own warmth would be just enough strength to continue to search for what he had lost.

“shhh…now who said that you could give up?” the deep tenor, so very familiar, toyed with his hearing. A warm, calloused hand encompassed his slightly smaller one, prying his fingers from the rough bark and intertwining their fingers.

“Riku?” The name that spilled from his lips was hesitant. He refused to put his hopes on what could possibly be nothing but his over active imagination playing cruel tricks on him.

“You know…this could work so much better if you turned to look at me” the words were said in the same teasing lilt that had both angered and comforted on so many occasions.

“who else were you expecting to come and save you?” this time, Sora clearly felt the tiny hairs that rested just above his ears move. The warmth of the breath on his skin, making his heart speed up.

Slowly turning to face the owner of the much recognized voice, his eyes alighted on the tall form of his best friend. Sora’s mind immediately stood at a standstill, trying to superimpose the individual standing before him with the last visage he’d been carrying in his memory.

No longer were there signs of childish innocence in the boy standing before him. Face thin and masculine, with a strong jaw and a fine nose. Silver hair that glinted in the setting sun was much longer than he remembered. The bangs that his friend had been so vain about during their younger years; much longer, obscuring the beautiful eyes he knew lay beneath.

With a mind of its own, Sora’s hand was already reaching up and brushing the offending hair away, before he could stop himself. Not even seeing the slight tremors in his appendage, halted his actions. His whole being screamed, warred, at wanting to see the eyes that he had yearned to see for many sleepless nights.

A soft hesitant touch, was strengthened by his desire, and like cool water against his skin, Sora revealed the treasures that lay beyond. Like twin pools of aquamarine, Riku’s eyes shone brightly. They reflected the battle worn image of Sora, his tear streaked cheeks, which had yet to loose their baby fat and his huge sapphire eyes, that looked pleadingly into the mirrors before him.

Suddenly an irrational resentfulness overpowered Sora. Yet again, Riku had left him behind. Here he stood, looking as tall and mature as ever, leaving Sora behind to desperately chase after him. But just as the resent came, it vanished. In its wake, it left the realization that Riku was finally here. That Sora had found what he’d been so adamantly searching for.

And home, was here next to the individual standing in front of him.

“I’m supposed to be the one saving you, stupid”, with such an amazing ease, one that disregarded the time both of them had spent apart, the concern on Riku’s face vanished, only to be replaced by utmost wonder and his usual cocky humor that Sora now realized, made his heart skip a beat.

One instant, Sora was looking into Riku’s relieved eyes and the next, he was being engulfed in strong arms, smelling the wonderful spicy aroma that was purely Riku. Without hesitance, Sora allowed his eyes to close and relaxed into the tight embrace. Snuggling his nose into the coarse fabric of the other’s clothes and reveling in the feeling of familiarity that it afforded his frayed mind.

“I’ve missed you so much…you wouldn’t believe how hard it was to keep track of you…” Riku whispered into his hair. His arms tightening around Sora, until breathing was becoming a bit of a chore. But the anxiety in Riku’s voice stalled Sora from complaining.

Riku sounded almost…scared

Pushing back from Riku’s body, Sora looked questioningly at the silver haired boy, trying desperately to gauge this new façade that Riku was showing him. Sora knew the cockiness, the humor, and the arrogance. But this fear, was so completely new on the face of his long time friend, that it chilled Sora’s insides with his own fear.

It was as if Riku was sensing Sora’s apprehension, for the taller silverette, immediately took hold of Sora’s face in his much larger hands.

“shhh…please…don’t pull away. Will you listen?” The pleading look in those aquamarine eyes tugged at Sora’s heart strings, leaving him no choice but to nod his head slightly.

Riku’s smile returned, but not with the initial brilliance he had once had. It almost seemed sad to Sora, but still he chose to stay silent and listen to whatever the other would tell him.

The older boy took his time and mapping out Sora’s features, making the short brunette squirm in his place.

“You never could stay still for long..” Riku chuckled, as he traced circles with his thumbs on Sora’s cheeks. In return, Sora gave him his best angry look, earning a truer smile from his friend.

Belatedly he remembered Riku always teasing him that he could never look angry, but he did have the most adorable pout. And though the indignation at being called cute was right around the corner, the true smile Riku was giving him now, merely set him at ease.

“Sora…promise me to not give up. You’re almost there… just a few more steps and you’ll find me…”

“Riku?” now his friend was talking gibberish, because Sora was more confused than ever.

“No…Sora…you’re almost there…so please, just fight a little bit longer…ok?”

“But Riku, you’re here now. We can go back to Kairi now”

Again, that sad smile appeared on Riku’s face.

The older teen let out a heavy sigh, as if the weight of the world were hanging from his shoulders. With a slowness that belied his hesitance, he closed the space between their faces, until Sora could clearly feel the other’s breath ghost against his lips.

Sapphire blue stared at light aqua marine for what seemed like ages, but was most likely nothing but a few heartbeats.

“This…will be your incentive…to find me.” As those words left Riku’s mouth, he leaned in and captured Sora’s lips. The touch was tentative at first, a mere caress of skin. Seeing that the younger boy hadn’t pushed him away, Riku intensified the pressure. His hands going to grip Sora’s waist and bring him closer to his own body.

The action surprised Sora, for he gasped and tried to squeak in indignation. An action that Riku took the utmost advantage of. His tongue snuck in and began to map out every crevice of Sora’s mouth. The muscle was dexterous, lulling Sora to participate, even when what was happening was all so very new.

Riku even went as far to tilt his head back, angling them just that much better so he could properly explore, while his hand was already making work of the zipper on Sora’s clothes. But by then, Sora didn’t care.

He couldn’t deny that what Riku was doing to him now felt unpleasant. In fact, it was quite the opposite, it was causing something deep within him to coil tight, while a warm sensation began to over take his body.

It felt too good to deny, and Riku was the one responsible for evoking such feelings within him. So he let go of his reservations and gave in to the demanding force that was Riku.

The calloused texture of Riku’s hand as it pushed underneath the waistband of his pants and slid tantalizingly along the edge of the thin layer of clothes underneath, set Sora’s skin on fire. Coupled with the open mouth kisses the Riku was peppering his neck with, Sora’s only alternative was to grab hold of the nearest anchor to make sure he wouldn’t spiral down the abyss of infinite pleasure his friend was causing him.

His anchor just happened to be Riku’s long silver tresses. They felt like cool silk, that carried the scent of the sea to his senses. It reminded him that he was home, and with the person he’d been searching for so very long.

“You’re thinking too much, Sora”

With those words said, his semi-arousal was bared to warm air of the evening. It stole a gasp from his throat, only to have Sora double over as an indescribable wet heat surrounded him.

“Ah!” but his surprised gasp didn’t seem to deter the owner of the silver hair. The heat was almost unbearable, it engulfed him and made the coil in the pit of his stomach that much tighter. Idly Sora wondered if the pants and moans were really coming from him.

But the tongue that had been tracing his length and swiping at the head of his arousal was making it incredibly hard for him to think straight…

“uh..mhh….Ri…” but he couldn’t say any more. Sora felt ready to come apart. He warred with his hands, not knowing whether to push at Riku’s shoulders to get him off, or push him into his body and finally rid himself of the tight heat, rising within him. But it was all so new, Sora could do nothing more but bite his fingers in an effort to bring himself back from the delirious pleasure.

“come for me…Sora…” the warm puffs of air against his wet length coupled with the hand that hadn’t slowed down or ceased its ministrations sent Sora over the edge.

Tears leaking out of his eyes from the intense sensations, and muscles limp from being locked in place, Sora could do nothing more but slump forward. It was with some relief that warm arms wrapped around his naked torso, shielding his skin from the rough bark of the paopu tree at his back.

“…look at me…” Riku whispered his hand already lifting Sora’s face to look up into a chiseled face and those familiar eyes.

“…fight…fight…until you reach me…” this time wet fingers were exploring a place that made Sora’s eye’s widen. As one finger breached the tightness, the gasp of pain left his lips. This time, it wasn’t from pleasure, but from pain. He tried hard to squirm away from the pain, hating himself for being so weak as to allow tears to leak down his cheeks.

“shhh…Sora… don’t worry… I wont harm you” Riku said, as he slowly kissed Sora’s cheeks. His tongue coming to wipe away the salty track left behind by the tears.

Another was finger added, increasing the discomfort of the foreign appendage. It probed and touched, making Sora sure that even if Riku might not want to hurt him, it was inevitable.

A third one added…..the sting of being stretched only increasing. But Riku was now laving at his chest. Playing with a brown nipple. The rough texture of his tongue, the saliva that cooled when his hot mouth moved away, and the grazing of his canine’s against such sensitive skin making shivers course through Sora’s body.

As the fingers continued to stretch his opening, it wasn’t as bad as it had been. The pain and pleasure coming together and sending Sora’s mind crashing. It was only natural that Sora was to dazed for the words that came out of Riku’s mouth. He was too far gone with the feelings of pleasure swamping his overripe nerve endings.

He paid no mind to the soft lull of the other’s words, instead choosing to dig his fingers into sweat slicked skin and hard muscle underneath of his nails.

“Ah!”

It was only when the burning pain of being penetrated registered, that the scream of pain was torn from his lips. Maybe that was Riku had been trying to tell him.

The hand was back again, first teasing. Tentative touches that teased his now flaccid penis. Slowly, fingers wrapped around the base of him, fisting him and pumping in languid motions. Barely imitations of what Riku’s fist had once been doing to his aroused flesh.

With every puff of breath the pressure increased, as the hand pumping him, became firmer in its strokes. Once…twice…circling the bulbous head and then going back to repeat the motions. Still the feeling of fullness remained, though now Sora’s attention was focused on the motions of the hand and not the discomfort of being filled.

One tentative thrust timed perfectly with the upwards motion of the calloused hand had Sora scrambling for purchase on those broad shoulders, now devoid of the material that had once shielded them from his touch.

“Ri…riku…” he whined, not knowing exactly what he wanted, but being certain, that the spark of pleasure singing through his nerves was something he liked.

“..Oh…sora…you have no idea the picture that you make. All flushed cheeks, and dazed Blue eyes….I’m sorry but I wont hold back” Riku grunted into his neck. Shifting the brown haired boy further up their tree, Riku wrapped an arm around the shorter boy’s waist to haul him up higher.

Gritting his teeth as the tight heat of Sora’s body tried to keep him in place, he slowly pulled out, only to viciously plunge back in, earning a loud mewl from the boy in front of him.

The pace began slow, but fierce. Every time Riku threatened to leave his body, he’d only thrust back in, with enough force to move Sora’s body further up the tree bark. Sora knew he should have been worried about the bark digging into his skin. But as Riku thrust in once again, this time a little more urgently, and swiveling his hips just so, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Bloody back or not, what had started out as a painful experience had now become deliriously delightful. His nails dug into corded muscle, his legs at some point had wrapped themselves around Riku’s waist, urging him to thrust in deeper and not leave his body.

The feelings his best friend was invoking in him just couldn’t be described with words. Kaleidoscopes of light were going off behind his closed eyes lids with every stroke of Riku’s length against that spot that made him groan in delight.

“…ku!” again that spot was hit, the sound of flesh hitting flesh prominent in the now dark night. Sora hadn’t noticed when the sun had finally set, giving way to twilight and the brightly shinning moon. Eyes at half mast, he was mesmerized with the myriad of emotions that flew across his friend’s face.

Deep concentration, lust, and most importantly love…for him. Without hesitation, Sora pulled on the silver locks that had become lank with sweat ad brought those lips to his own. Riku drank from him like a man starved.

It made Sora’s soul soar and enhanced the pleasure of every thrust.

“Ri--ku?” he whined as he gasped from the kiss. Once again feeling that tight coil in the pit of his stomach. He wanted…no needed release.

“its…ok.. Open your eyes..” Sora found he couldn’t disobey. Sapphire colored eyes opened and started at cool sea green eyes.

A slight shift, with Riku placing one of Sora’s legs on the crook of his arm, had the Silver haired boy slamming his hips forward. Grunts and mewls mixed in with nature’s own music of waves hitting the shore.

Sora was far too gone to realize the sounds of pleasure that were coming out of his mouth, or the fact that his nails were raking down Riku’s shoulders. With every thrust, he was that much closer to the precipice.

Again, Riku’s hand was there to prolong the pleasure, thumb playing with the slit as that special spot was hit.

“sora…gosh Sora…come…I need you, so don’t ever hold back…”

Sora could only nod.

“…Sora…answer me… you will come…right?” this time, the tongue was back again, tracing circles just under his chin, canine’s nipping at the tender flesh.

“..es…”

“Sora?”

“Y--es…Riku…”

“Sora…promise me…..”

“yessss….RIKU!” by now the pleasure had crested, making Sora dig his nails into the softness underneath his fingers. It was like a wave of searing heat washing over his skin, alighting his nerves as wave after wave of pleasure crashed against his body.

He was left disoriented, watching the bright sparks of light behind his closed eyelids. Idly wondering when exactly he had closed them, and missed the look on his Riku’s face when he climaxed.

“Sora?…”

“hmm?” he moaned… not sure he could get his body to work properly just yet.

“…Sora…open your eyes…” this time, Riku’s voice sounded strange. A bit of urgency creeping into it.

“Riku?….”

“Sora!” his name was accompanied by cold hands on his shoulders. Struggling, he opened his eyes, only to be assaulted by blinding white light.

Wasn’t it dark?

“Sora!” this time, it wasn’t Riku’s voice that called out to him, it was much higher in pitch, the syllables almost slurred.

“huh?” he asked confused, turning his head to the owner of the voice, as his vision adjusted. Slowly the face of Donald swam into view, the bright lights of the Gummy ship, making him squint just to make out the details in front of him.

“We’re finally here…so wake up and get ready…” Donald cast him one long searching look before he turned around and waddled away, mumbling under his breath about something that sounded strangely like hormonal teenagers…

It took a minute to register, but when it did, Sora was sure he resembled an overripe tomato.

It had been nothing more than a dream. He still hadn’t found Riku.

But it had seemed so real….

He looked down at the sheets covering the lower half of his body, and grimaced at the sticky feeling of his clothes against his skin. It made him cover his face with his hands and groan in frustration.

“…fight…fight…until you reach me…”

“…Sora…you will come…right?”

That’s what Riku had said to him in his dream, hadn’t he? Sora had been so lost in pleasure, but now fully awake, those words were more of an incentive to reach Riku and put a name to the mixed feelings within him. He’d find Riku! He’d put an end to Organization XIII, and have his friend by his side once more.

With a determined sigh, Sora stood up and prepared himself for the last stretch of the journey. He wouldn’t allow Axel’s sacrifice to go to waste, or shame Roxas’ memory. He’d see this through, even if he crashed and burned like Axel had done.

But one thing he was sure of…he would get to Riku…and no one would hold him back.

With the last dredges of the dream locked safely away for some other time, Sora walked ahead, head held high, and determined to bring this journey to its rightful end.

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He stood away from the building, and skillfully edging away from the shadows that clung to his body.

Overhead, the large heart shaped moon---Kingdom Hearts---shun brightly. The only true beacon of light in the metropolis of skyscrapers shrouded in darkness.

He clutched at his own heart, unsure if he even still had one, but was sure that out there, the one who held his tamed heart in his hands was close. His body thrummed with the other’s nearness.

It wouldn’t be long now. Soon…he’d see his other half again.

“ fight…until you reach me…Sora….only then can you crash and burn in my arms….”

~owari~

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-finally dies-

Mon, 08 Jun 2009 05:22:03 GMT

So a week later...((yes I know I'm a lazy bum)) I writing this post about Japan Day...which happened a WEEK ago. But in my defense...at least for Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday, work took over and coming home to write and link in a long entry just didn't seem appealing...xD

So Japan Day was Awesome, I got to meet up with some fellow Aarin forumers, and I must say, I love to hang out with them. they so crazy! ((in the good way of course)) and so Yaoi obsessed, that we all get along perfectly. See, Yaoi makes the world go round, and anyone who disagrees should be shot.

I also took my Yaoi Parasol with me, and it became a celebrity in its own right. People kept coming up t us and asking where we got it. I felt bad tellin them that I had gotten it from Last Years Anime Expo. They looked really sad. But then they sorta cheered up and settled for a picture instead. I bet if my Parasol had feelings, it be feeling pretty darn smug.

As for the free food we got, it was sooo worth it! Incredibly good, I knida wish i had gotten back on line to taste the gyoza. But I was to lazy, and being burnt to a crisp by the hot sun, was very appealing. And as far as the cospla
yers went, there were a few. a Sasuke, a sexy-no-jutsu Itachi...a couple of cat boys... some Naruto's and maybe Kuroshitsuji thrown in there for good measure ((of course there were a couple more...like KHR but I'm too lazy to go into them)). It was cute to see them gather. But we kind of left fairly quickly after I met up with the other half of out KHR group ((see post below))...since the yaoi was getting too freaky, and x-rated for our tastes..xD

And so now behold the awesomeness of pictures!! P.S. This lovely thing is my baby!!!

www.flickr.com/photos/31037138@N04/sets/72157619217777512/ <---because I'm just to lazy to post every single pic...I might edit this later...xD

Money & new found hobbies.

Wed, 27 May 2009 21:51:27 GMT

So finally...finally, I now have a source of income. Might not be much, but its a start right?...Right! And while I wont exactly go into the mechanics of what I do or where I work, because in my mind its not really important,..xD I'm just going to stress that I can now go ahead and begin with my costly new hobby.

COSPLAY!!

Yeah who would have thought I'd go in that direction...certainly not I. But it so much fun! the only down side is that since I have zero skills with sewing, its just going to be that much more money to invest. ((wonders if Photography would be less money than continuing with cosplay))

So yeah, I know its still quite a few months away, ((especially since I wont get the chance to go to AX this year like I did last -cries-)) but I'm happy to say that I've already managed to get a whole group of people together for a big photo shoot at New York Anime festival '09. Woohoo!! we'll be doing the orange Jumpsuit version of Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

We have:
Tsuna --- Reborn --- Hbari--- Gokudera---Bianchi---15 Y.O. Lambo--- Lal Mirch --- Dr. Shamal --- Chrome --- T.Y.L. Mukuro --- I-Pin--- and whe are currently looking for our Yamamoto & Ryohei. Of course we would love to have the Varia and Coronello too.... but right now we can't be too picky, so we'll settle with waht we have...xD

I'd say thats pretty damn impressive, and hopefully all turns out well. Which means now I have to start by looking for the orange Jumpsuit and all the accesories that I need. Especially sitting down and planning how the hell I'm going to make the V.V.R. gloves...-bangs head on table-

-shrugs-... hmm...just thinking of all I have to do makes my wallet want to cry...xD Maybe I shouldnt even discuss my want to cosplay Undertaker or Prince Soma from Kuroshitsuji that Sunday.... Cuz I know that one will leave me in the poor house.

Ah well...meanwhile I leave you with pictures... of what I see when I leave work... ;)

The Ferris Wheel inside that everyone likes taking pictures of....

Dude got in my way...but on the bright side, now I know the my phone takes damn good pictures!

NY Anime Festival

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 22:30:24 GMT

So I finally...finally!!!... went to my first ever con-- the NY Anime Festival. yay!! I'm still trying to get off from the high of it, but lets face it, I'm still as excited about it as I was on Saturday. Maybe the high will wear off as my finals come speeding my way in the next few days.

So how was it?... well since it was my first I can't really complain, seeing as I have nothing to compare it to. But I must say, that it was really fun to see so many people cosplay. (I harassed so many people into posing for me...which they were all so happy to do) I might just post the pictures up in here... or provide a link to them... we'll see since I happened to forget my camera at home and right now I'm; at my Apartment for the rest of the week.

Lucky for me one of my friends and I went. Which was fun, I imagine it would have been an even better experience if a bigger group of us had gone, but since most of us are still away at school, that wasn't about to happen. Maybe next year (hoping that they actually have one again...>.>") We didn't cosplay or anything, 1)cuz we were lazy and 2) lets face it, it was a last minute thing we decided on and it being our first, we didn't really want to...

I was disappointed in the fact that there were so few panels. At least panels where I wanted to see the voice actors. They had a signing for the One Piece actors, which I could have easily gotten from them, since the line wasn't long when we first got there, but I don't watch it or like it. (sorry to all you One Piece fans out there...I'm not saying anything bad... it just doesn't appeal to me). On the bright side of it... towards the end, when we were gathering our stuff to leave (we went into a vacant panel room to just sit and rest for a while....we sat next to Sonny Strait *insert fangirl squeal* Okay.. so for those of you who don't know him by name, he's that guy who voice Hughes in FMA.

Yeah me being the loser that I am, only grinned like a fool and continued my conversation on the phone, because I couldn't bring myself to walk over to him and bother him for an autograph. Maybe another year... but for now... it was nice to know that i got to see one the many voice actors that I like in person and NOT on youtube.

*sigh*... maybe I should end it here, because I could really go on and on, this would get even longer...which I really don't want it to happen. Now that I know how fun it was... maybe I'll also be able to Attend Comic-Con in April this year. Anyone going?!!!... And with just enough luck (keeping my fingers crossed) I might just get my wish to go to AX this coming year and meet with Synn-chan (who said is cosplaying as Riku...gyaaa!!!)... that would be a dream come true......

Only time will tell.....

A month's worth of work

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 06:06:06 GMT

Ok so its been a while, hasn't it. Well this wont be a proper entry either way. I'm just using it to post a recent One_shot (Dante x Vergil) that nearly killed me when I was typing it up. (The things I do for Shini..xDD)

anyway... if your interested, go ahead and read....

I still think it was rushed... but what the hell, at least its something. Ladies and gents this is the fruit of my month long labor

Enjoy!

P.S. I'd reccomend that you listen to the songs --->

The Kill - 30 Seconds From Mars
Snow ((hey Oh)) - Red Hot chili Peppers
From Yesterday - 30 Seconds From Mars

Those are what kept me writing....

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What if I wanted to break…..

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What should have been a tranquil night was full of the sounds of rumbling and explosions. The brilliant shining of the stars that usually decorated the night sky, were overshadowed by the explosions of light that seemed to cut the night skies in half. Bright flashes of light parted the darkness like water. All in all it was such a violent spectacle to behold, and yet it held such beauty. Such a violent beauty that was able to captivate its audience, and yet prove fatal with one single well aimed strike of lightning.

In a way, a thunder storm could be compared to Vergil, or at least that is what Dante himself thought. As he glanced at the sleeping figure on the bed, illuminated every few minutes by the storm raging outside…. he agreed that indeed, Vergil was as captivating as a midsummer thunderstorm.

Every room Vergil decided to grace with his presence, he automatically received unwavering attention from the occupants of said room, just like a storm that captivated everyone alike, no matter how many they had been privy to over the course of their lives. His presence demanded attention and in return rewarded with his beauty. He had the silver hair that was the trade mark of the Sparda men. A strong masculine face which could never be mistaken for anything remotely feminine, and yet was beautiful all on its own. Fierce, ice blue eyes, that captured you, drew you in and quite possibly might never relinquish their hold on you ever again. A strong and powerful body, clad in blue that served to compliment those enchanting eyes, served as nothing more than to shield the viewer from the forbidden fruit that lay beneath.

Indeed he was beautiful, and yet so very deadly. Armed with Yamato, Vergil would cut down all those who dared to stand in his way. Dante himself had been a recipient of Vergil’s attentions with Yamato on various occasions. To him, it wasn’t one of his favorite pastimes.

It was silly really, to compared his twin to a force of nature. But wasn’t it said that forces of nature were the most powerful forces ever to exist? They represented the natural beauty of the earth they lived in and yet were capable of causing mass destruction wherever they went. Maybe his comparison wasn’t so farfetched. That description fit Vergil perfectly after all.

Looking down at his bandaged left hand, a sign of what the stoic twin was capable of even to another being who shared his own blood, Vergil was a force to be reckoned with. He would have rather fallen into the demon world than be saved….tamed….

Slowly Dante turned away from the performance Mother Nature had chosen to display; instead he focused his gaze on the body that lay on the bed. As he walked over to sit in the chair beside the bed, he was able to observe the gentle rise and fall of the blankets covering the body beneath, indicating that there was a living, breathing creature that rested under their warmth.

It was amazing that he had been able to hold onto Yamato, even when he felt the searing pain that came with being slashed with said sword. He had been serious about not being saved. And regardless of all of his misdeeds and his various attempts at killing Dante, he never thought twice about not reaching out and grabbing onto Vergil before he could fall off the cascade.

It was until much later on, after he had brought home the battered and unconscious form of his twin, after he had cleaned and bandaged the wounds that decorated Vergil’s body, even after he made sure that he would live to see another day, that Dante allowed himself to analyze his actions. Any other would not have cared if the unflinching murderer had gone over the edge, even if he was related by blood. After all, Vergil had tried to kill him many times over. He had even beaten Dante to within an inch of his life just to obtain the other half of the amulet left to him by their mother, all done in search for more power and his personal gain.

So what if he had let Vergil fall, he wouldn’t have been looked down on… not that there was anybody left alive to care about his actions. Letting Vergil die would not have harmed anyone… except maybe Dante himself. Yes, after the first 3 days of intense introspection on his part, which he considered was a new record, even for him, he realized that he wanted so much more from Vergil.

The question was now how to approach acerbic man that now lay on the bed, after all of the events that had occurred. This last week, Vergil had been in and out of consciousness. There were times when he would wake up and give Dante an accusing look, as if blaming him for keeping him alive and in this side of the world. However those looks wouldn’t last for too long and Vergil would immediately slip back into unconsciousness. There was even a time when Dante was slowly cleaning Vergil’s body from the previous night’s sweat, he didn’t think Vergil would appreciate waking up smelling of dried up sweat and a multitude of other body odors. His only word to Dante in his brief moment of lucidity was “selfish”.

That word alone had kept him up the following night, fending of sleep, and keeping him next to Vergil’s bed, waiting when said man would awaken. Selfish… that word alone had many meanings. Vergil could have been asking for forgiveness and labeling all of his actions till this very moment as selfish. But that would only be delusions on his part. Dante knew that his identical twin meant every single one of his actions and he would never take them back. After all, Dante had always liked that about his brother. His sense of determination and his ability to throw himself into everything he did…. even if it just so happened to go against everything Dante himself believed in.

No… that definitely wasn’t what Vergil had meant. If his memory served him right, he had uttered that single word, with as much venom, as a recovering patient could muster. And just underneath all the resentment behind such a word, lay a touch of regret… maybe even sadness? Maybe it was his wishful thinking that had made him hear that bit of regret in Vergil’s raspy voice from disuse, or the light sadness that tinged those Ice blue eyes that had captivated Dante for a while now.

If indeed Vergil had directed that word at him, then he wouldn’t deny it. He WAS selfish. He would not deny it any longer. He wanted his brother beside him. He wanted his brother alive. The thought of what if…. he hadn’t managed to maintain his hold on Yamato and pull Vergil up was something he desperately didn’t wish to think about. If he was honest with himself, he would admit that that single thought honestly scared him to no end. However what was important now was that he was alive. This time around, Dante vowed that he would use any resource at his disposal, and he would MAKE Vergil understand. He would make his estranged twin see that they were CONNECTED… bonded to each other. Living just to fight each other was nothing more than a calamity. They BELONGED together.

Sighing and hanging his head, he brought his fist down on the nightstand. The sound seeming louder than it really was, in a room only filled with the sounds of the storm raging outside. Why did everything have to be so fucking difficult with them? Why couldn’t they have a normal relationship like any other pair of siblings out there?

But of course they weren’t normal either. They could NEVER be just normal. They were the sons of Sparda after all. A powerful demon mated to a human. That, in it self carried its own stigma, let alone the connotations that went hand-in-hand with the dealings of his old man that in the long run had been superimposed on them. Making them choose sides, the Demon World, or the Human World. And just like that, both brothers had chosen their sides, destined to fight.

They had chosen sides ….and now Dante was determined to unite them both, even if he had to bind Vergil kicking and screaming to him. He would not be deterred. Together they were wonderful. Proof stood in the defeat of Arkham. They had united for that brief moment and had together swiftly brought about the destruction of that power hungry idiot. Indeed… but all remained to be seen.

Now all there was to do was wait for Vergil to wake… maybe then Dante would have a concrete plan as to how to make Vergil see that his path led to nothing but destruction and loneliness. Yes, Dante would do his best to obliterate all those what if’s between his twin and himself. He would strive for the creation of an unbreakable bond between them…..that was a promise he made to himself in the room enshrouded in nothing but darkness, with the occasional stroke of lightning, illuminating Vergil’s calm visage, free of any type of rancor or malice.

Still in deep contemplation over Vergil and their relationship, Dante failed to notice the soft stirring coming from the bed. So deep in thought was he that he was oblivious to the opening of Vergil’s eyes, and his careful sweep of the room, before focusing his sights on the very deep in thought silver haired mercenary, sitting by the bed.

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So his dreams seemed to be true. The flashes of Dante’s face were real … they weren’t products of his mind playing tricks on him. Vergil wasn’t stupid, he knew, even in his weakened state that Dante had succeeded in saving him. What he never could have imagined was that by the looks of it Dante was the one who had been taking care of him.

Having no true recollection of how much time had passed, he had no idea how long he had been confined to this bed. It could have been days, weeks ..…. maybe even months. He highly doubted that such a long time had passed; after all, even if he had been badly beaten and battered, and severely weakened, he had demonic blood running through his veins. His recuperation should not have taken months.

Looking at Dante who had yet to actually notice that he was awake, he took the time to observe his twin brother. For the first time in…. he couldn’t remember how long. Dante looked haggard and tired. His usual boisterous self was no where to be found. He seemed somewhat defeated and dare he say… sad?

It couldn’t be? Or could it? Dante had after all managed to stop him from achieving his goal. His younger twin should not be like this. Aside from all the times he had easily been able to engage his brother in combat and not feel any remorse, he found that looking at Dante, slumped over in that chair, made him more uneasy than he cared to acknowledge. The boisterous half-demon was and had always been a proud and strong figure. He never relented to anyone, not even to him, who was his twin. No… this; definitely could not be the Dante he knew…. The Dante he respected, even if he had never told him as much. No, this definitely wasn’t HIS Dante.

That thought was like a bucket of cold water to Vergil. Since when had he developed such a strong sense of possessiveness towards his twin? Vergil recognized that they were tied by blood, in essence, brothers. But that had never stopped him from trying to kill Dante whenever the chance presented itself. Why should he care if Dante was mourning over something? That wasn’t his concern. They were enemies, hating each other due to the different paths each of them had chosen to pursue. At least he believed that his brother hated him. After all Dante more than willingly fought him, he would have been able to kill Vergil. Yet, didn’t the other twin’s recent actions show Vergil something completely different? Dante had saved him…. and apparently nursed him back to health, if his body being wrapped in bandages was any indication.

These thoughts were unsettling for him. He was known for his ruthlessness, his ability to cut anything and anyone who got in his way. And here he was contemplating why Dante had saved him, why his brother was here in this very room, looking so haggard and melancholy as Vergil had never seen, and above all, why such a sight made Vergil want to get out of bed and reach out to the usually rowdy twin and find a way to bring back the self assured, cocky man he knew Dante to be. But such thoughts weren’t befitting of his stoic nature. He couldn’t allow Dante to see him even more vulnerable, so instead he chose to catch the other man’s attention …..

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Privately divided by a world so undecided….
….Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there is nowhere to go…..

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Dante by now, mentally exhausted, hoping that tonight, he would be able to get even a decent amount of rest, was brought out of his reverie when he noticed the stirring coming from the bed. Immediately shifting his gaze to look at the bed he stood up, at the ready, to bring over a glass of water to Vergil, not expecting what he saw. There sitting on the bed was his ruthless twin, much more coherent than he had been during the last few days. The words that he uttered served only to reinforce the notion that indeed he was finally awake and coherent enough to address Dante.

“You are nothing but a selfish bastard.”

Typical words coming from someone like Vergil, and yet Dante wasn’t expecting the sinking feeling in his stomach when he heard those words. It was a harsh reality he had to face. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to formulate a coherent answer.

“Why did you save me?!”, this time Vergil uttered with a stronger conviction in his voice.

“You’re my brother, I couldn’t let you fall” was Dante’s unthinking answer.

His answer was met with nothing but a derisive snort and more cold words spilled from Vergil’s mouth.

“Don’t fuck with me Dante, being brothers has never really mattered. Being brothers is nothing more than meaningless words; it doesn’t bond us, nor connect us in any way. Just so you’re clear, you might have saved my life, but I owe you NOTHING!”

All previous thoughts of possibly giving the stoic man enough space to adjust to being alive, or sharing the same space as him was immediately shoved to the back of Dante’s mind. Instead, an overwhelming anger began to take over. To hell with being remotely gentle with Vergil. He wasn’t a porcelain doll. Fuck it all! He would be direct with his silver haired twin, he would show him that he belonged to Dante, his life, body and soul, were now Dante’s, and there was nothing Vergil could do about it!

As stealthy as a predator hunting its prey, Dante approached Vergil on the bed. Oh yes, he would show Vergil, the bonds that they shared. Blood, bonded people, and he would make sure to create new bonds with Vergil. He’d create bonds that would never be broken by Vergil or anyone else, because Vergil BELONGED to him.

Vergil continued to sit on the bed, watching the other move closer. When he first spoke, those words weren’t what he was planning on saying. He had wanted to briefly give into curiosity and question Dante. Instead, it seemed his pride couldn’t be curbed. He had been once again cold with the mercenary, demeaning him with words as he had always done. And yet this time around the look in Dante’s eyes had changed. The brief joy… that had appeared in Dante’s eyes was gone, now replaced with - dare he say it, a certain…hunger?

“Why do you look so scared Brother?” Dante emphasized, mocking Vergil.

Not willing to seem weak, he scolded his face into the perfect mask of indifference, because Vergil refused to show Dante, how much his current actions were unnerving him.

“Don’t patronize me. Fear is for fools. I do not fear anything” Vergil hissed with as much venom as he could muster.

Dante had to smirk, because even if Vergil tried to seem as stoic as usual, he was clearly nervous. That was a feeling that Dante decided he like very much. Making his brother squirm seemed to be an entertaining venture.

And just as he had started advancing on Vergil he stopped a mere few inches from Vergil’s face.

Neither moved or budged an inch. Both men were equally stubborn people who refused to loose what had become more than a staring match – it had become a battle for dominance without the use of any physical force.

Either way Vergil was more than willing to continue this impromptu staring match. It did not matter that what had been an insignificant voice in the back of his mind, telling him to drop all the walls he had erected around his heart and let Dante in had gained force. He would not give into Dante. He was NOT weak, even in his recuperating state. His brother would not triumph, or at least he wouldn’t admit defeat without putting up a fight. His ego…his pride would not allow for such a thing.

Dante on the other hand, was never and would never be a patient man. His method had always been shoot first, ask questions later. It had always been this way, and looking into the eyes of his twin now, would not change his way of being. So being faithful to a system that had never failed him, even now, he threw all caution to the wind and mashed his lips to Vergil’s own.

Needless to say, Vergil was more than taken off guard. Staring into Dante’s eyes, he had a front row seat to the hunger swirling in his twin’s gaze. That hunger was unmistakable. It was so strong it threatened to drown Vergil where he sat. So intense was Dante’s gaze that it made Vergil want to look away. But once again his pride got in the way and refused to allow him to concede defeat.

Never having allowed anyone to maintain such a close proximity to his personal space, instinctively his hand searched for the comforting feel of Yamato’s hilt. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” He swore to himself. Of all the times to be caught without his sword it had to be now. Oh how he longed to feel the comforting weight of Yamato in his hand right now. Lord knows he would have liked to cut Dante’s seeming smugness down more than a couple of notches. So busy was Vergil Imaging the many ways of forcing Dante out of his personal space, while fighting with the annoying voice that urged him to lean forward and do what exactly, he never found out. It was due to his semi- distraction that he was completely surprised when he felt the rough crushing of his twin’s lips against his own.

Vergil’s surprise was so great; he had half a mind to open his mouth and try to verbally beat the shit out of Dante, in the absence of Yamato that was no where within his reach. That became an opportunity that Dante did not pass up. Taking advantage of Vergil’s momentary lapse in judgment, he swiftly plunged his tongue forward, effectively stopping whatever the other had meant to say.

Vergil by now was more than surprised. His ire was rapidly rising. How DARE Dante stick his repulsive tongue down his throat? “Fucking Hell!” he thought. Once he disentangled himself from Dante and managed to reach Yamato, he’d skewer Dante with his sword. It did not matter that the other man was doing inexplicable things to him with his tongue.

“Was that a moan?!” It most certainly was not coming from him. He refused to believe that he was the one letting out those degrading sounds. “And when the fuck did his eyes close?!” He most surely had them open not but a second ago. “Oh!” This would do no good. It was not good at all. “When in all of fucking hell had Dante managed to make him lean back into the bed?!”

“Shit!” But it felt so unbelievably good. “NO!” He would not let Dante dominate him. “Dominate?!” Where had that come from? The issue at hand had nothing to do with domination.” It was about getting Dante the fuck off him this instant!!” “How dare he…..”, and there went another moan. “Fuck!” It was him letting out those demeaning sounds.

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With a wet, slippery sound, Dante let go of Vergil’s lips. He was glad he had kissed Vergil. The feel of Vergil’s lips on his was nothing more than thrilling to say the least. Soft they were not. None of the flowery descriptions he used when in the company of other females seemed to fit the other son of Sparda.

HIS Vergil.

Oh yes, Vergil was his and he would never let him go. The feel of those smooth lips, for smooth they were, were nothing less than enthralling. And of course very addictive. He had half a mind to swoop down again and capture those tempting lips again. Dante would have too, if it weren’t for the fact that he remembered his reason for stopping in the first place....beside for the need to come up of air.

He had effectively surprised Vergil with such an ardent kiss that had left both men short of breath. And while Vergil had been caught of guard and had not initially responded, he eventually had given in to the feel of Dante’s rough demanding kiss. He had given in and had succumbed to Dante’s ministrations….briefly. Then he had started fighting back. The surprised half-demon, had pushed back, had taken an initiative in kissing his rowdy twin back. And while Dante had managed to press Vergil back into the bed, Vergil’s once relaxed body had tensed immediately.

Now he hovered over his acerbic twin, looking into his twins semi-glazed, yet defiant eyes. Those eyes drew him in like a moth to the fire. They were even more beautiful when they showed emotion. And now the defiance that shone within them was more of a turn on then the seemingly blind adoration the eyes of other women held when they wanted to bed him.

“No!” he shouldn’t be thinking of others now. Right here and now was only reserved for him and Vergil. And he would most definitely take advantage of the fact that his violent twin hadn’t punched him for the kiss and gone in search of Yamato. Right here and now he would forge such an unbreakable bond with his brother that not even Vergil would be able to break….

Looking up at Dante’s eyes, Vergil came to a conclusion. Later he might blame it on his still recuperating state, but for now, he decided that his decision was his best course of action. Looking up into Dante’s once again haughty look, was all the incentive he needed. Just as Dante was leaning in again to engage him in another kiss, he made his move. With all the grace he possessed on the battle field, Vergil flipped the other onto his back, reveling in Dante’s own show of surprise.

“Oh that was much better!” Vergil thought as he straddled Dante’s body. He would not let the energetic demon hunter dominate him ……so easily.

Maybe it was at this point that Vergil had stopped thinking thoroughly, as he was wont to do, about the decisions he made. All that was obvious was that the kiss that had been started by Dante had become a challenge to both men. It was a challenge that he would not admit defeat in, if he had any say in it.

Just as Dante had done to him, Vergil aggressively kissed the other back. There was no softness in this kiss as well. For Vergil and Dante, being careful with each other wasn’t an option. Violence had been and would continue to be their way of life. Facing either of them on the battle ground was about life or death and barely anything in between. So naturally, their battles within the bedroom would be no different.

Vergil’s kiss, which was just as aggressive as and even more so than Dante’s own had been, still held the finesse with which the stoic man carried himself. The kiss might have been bruising, but Vergil managed to entice Dante even more. A simple coaxing of Vergil’s tongue, inviting his lively twin to duel with his own, was all that was needed to begin their own intimate battle. A battle that seemed to be fruitful for Vergil; who succeeded in getting Dante to let out his own very masculine moan.

Yes, Vergil was getting his revenge. He’d make Dante pay for making him make all those demeaning sounds earlier. “So disgraceful!” he thought. But even if the moans that the other was emitting were thought to be disgraceful by Vergil, they only added more fuel to their ardor.

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Dante for his part was more than happy to let Vergil take the lead…..for now. It meant that all he wanted, all he wished from his brother wasn’t entirely impossible. If Vergil was more than willing to straddle him and participate willingly in these carnal pleasures with him, then not all was lost. But first he just had to make sure.

Vergil had risen to his challenge. But he wanted to make sure that this was so much more than a battle of wills. At least that’s what he wanted. He had his brother here and now; alive and in his arms, being kissed with wild abandon by him. But if his experience in dealing with the seemingly cold hearted man had thought him anything, it was to never make blind assumptions as to what his twin was thinking. Vergil might have been a force to be reckoned with, especially accompanied by Yamato, but when it came to expressing any inkling of emotion, his brother was at a complete loss.

Steeling his reserve, Dante grabbed the back of Vergil’s hair tightly and pulled. It wasn’t at all gentle, but it more than indicated to the other that Dante wanted him to stop his current ministrations. Sure enough Vergil got the message loud and clear, albeit somewhat painful.

“Ready to consent defeat, my dear brother”, Vergil asked, imitating Dante’s earlier mocking tone.

Dante answered him with nothing but a haughty laugh.

Dante’s answer did not please Vergil at all. No, Vergil wasn’t at all amused by the smug look that Dante had. In fact the smirk the unruly mercenary’s possessed now was so infuriating for Vergil, that without truly thinking, he raised his fist ready to make that smirk disappear from his brother’s face. After all, he had the advantage position wise….

Dante was lucky to have noticed Vergil’s quickly souring mood and managed to avoid the incoming blow, quickly upsetting Vergil’s precarious balance and pinning him down to the bed by pinning both arms above Vergil’s head.

“Shit Vergil, will you get your head outta your ass for once. Not everything is meant to be an insult” growled Dante.

“Release me you imbecile. I’ve had enough of this farce of yours” countered Vergil, immediately trying to take his hands back from Dante’s hold, making it increasingly hard for the demon hunter to hold him down.

Dante’s eye’s widened as he understood the implications of Vergil’s answer. “Shit this wasn’t good” he thought. He had to make Vergil understand that this wasn’t a game. “Why did Vergil always have to make things harder for him?” Though, he realized that it was somewhat the appeal of Vergil as a formidable opponent that was what had interested Dante in the first place.

“Have you suddenly gone deaf?!” “Get. Off. Me. Now.”

“Crap!” Dante swore to himself. He saw how all emotion had been wiped from Vergil’s face. No longer was there the fury that had been evident but a second ago. All that remained now was the cold stoic eyes of the killer Dante knew his twin to be. And when Vergil wiped all emotion from his face it would not bode well for Dante or his plans to make him understand that this wasn’t a game. He had to act fast.

Quickly Dante brought his hand up to Vergil’s neck, holding him down without actually trying to strangle him. He lowered his face as close to Vergil’s without actually kissing him and bared his teeth.

“I will only say this once Vergil. This isn’t a fucking game.”

Vergil’s eyes narrowed at Dante’s statement.

“I don’t want to fight, why can’t you understand that you jackass?!”

“Dante get off now. I will NOT ask again” hissed Vergil.

“Damn it all to hell” thought Dante. To hell with words, they would never be useful with someone as stubborn as Vergil. Force was his only option now.

With one hand still holding Vergil’s arms above his head and his other hand around Vergil’s neck he closed the distance between them and kissed the angry twin again. This time seeking to show Vergil not dominance or a mere challenge, he wanted to show his identical twin what he felt. All the things he wanted to tell and show Vergil, but who would never understand if told up front.

Slowly as he coaxed Vergil to respond, which he slowly but surely did, he released his hold around Vergil’s neck. He moved that hand slowly down to grab a hold of the other’s hips. Meanwhile the other hand finally let go of Vergil’s hands and sunk his fingers into his bitter twin’s silky hair, tilting back his head to deepen the kiss.

With a sigh, Dante broke the kiss and looked into Vergil’s eyes.

“Never doubt me again, Vergil” whispered Dante.

“Eloquent as ever brother, but for once in your life hold your tongue and put it to better use..”

A small smile broke out onto lively mercenary’s face. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to convince his tight-ass of a brother.

Lowering his head again seeking to resume their previous activities, Dante only managed to utter “ as you wish…” before Vergil cut off the rest of his sentence.

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Vergil was beside himself with fury. How could he have been foolhardy enough to let down his façade? How could he have forgotten himself with one…ONE mere kiss? Dante would not make a fool of him. Now he had to get the other off him and go in search of Yamato, his one true companion. So why did it suddenly feel so bad to think of Yamato as his only companion.

Feelings….

Emotions….

They were nothing but a nuisance. They made him week, and now he had idiotically given Dante the upper hand by letting his emotions show. This would not do, he’d have to fix this. Expertly hiding behind his carefully constructed mask, he turned to face his brother, who’d widened his eyes comically…… now, where was Yamato and how quickly could he get his hands on his partner.

However when Dante had the audacity to pin him by holding him by the neck like some weakling, all he could think about was how to kill the fool. Thoughts of different ways to obliterate Dante from this world were appealing thoughts, but the idea of not having his rowdy brother around to taunt and fight against evoked a strange twisting in his gut that he never knew he could feel.

For the second time that night, Vergil was taken by surprise again. Dealing with his conflicting emotions apparently allowed no room for him to be completely aware of his surroundings. Once again, Dante had silenced his tumultuous thoughts with one very demanding kiss.

But this one wasn’t like the first. It held much more feelings behind it than the first one had. He was drowning in the emotions that Dante was trying to show him. It was a kiss full of promises. It was breaking all of his carefully constructed walls. It was killing him slowly from the inside out. It was burying him under the force of Dante’s being. So he clung to Dante and pulled him further down, it was all Vergil could do to keep himself from drowning.

In that instant he understood that Dante wasn’t playing games. His twin wanted Vergil as Vergil had wanted the other for a while now, but had refused to acknowledge.

Now he felt the gentle caress of Dante’s hand in his hair and the other trailing down to his hip. Vergil frowned. He was conscious of Dante’s feelings for him, but that in no way meant that he was easily breakable. There was no need for the other to be absurdly gentle with him. He was NO woman.

When Dante had briefly ceased their kiss, he was all but disappointed with the loss of contact. He was more than ready to pull Dante back down when he uttered some foolishness that Vergil didn’t bother to fully comprehend. His own quick answer of “eloquent as ever brother, but for once in your life hold your tongue and put it to better use….” Had the desired effect of goading his twin to continue their previous activities.

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No more words were needed to convey what each twin felt. Their roaming hands on each others bodies were all they needed.

Their kisses alternated between aggressive and demanding. Always coaxing the other with tongues and fingers to give in a bit more into their desire.

No longer were moans held back. They became indicators for each brother to learn what his twin liked best. As their passion rose, so did their want for something more substantial than the roaming hand or the gratifying kisses. Unconsciously they rocked together in perfect harmony seeking to alleviate the building pressures within their over heated bodies.

Panting and seemingly out of breath Dante asked what was probably the most important question of his life. “ Are you sure?”

“Of all the times to act chivalrous, you idiot” sighed Vergil. “Believe me, if I wasn’t positive about this, you’d have Yamato skewering you and I wouldn’t be under you.”

“True, but you can’t blame a guy for being careful, now can you?”

“Dante when in all of our years, have you ever been anything bordering on cautious?”

With a devious smirk, belaying Dante’s cocky nature, his only answer was “let’s get this show on the road then.”

The usually stoic twin wasn’t given any time to formulate a response. Dante ground down on his twin, effectively making the other gasp in return. Taking it for the opportunity that it was the cocky mercenary, captured his twins lips in a searing kiss once again while making quick work of doing away with the bandages that covered the body of his prize…..His

Dante moved towards Vergil’s neck, having found out earlier that his twin was the nosiest when attention was bestowed in the spot right behind his ear, with harsh nips and lingering kisses. Slowly but surely his worked his way down his brother’s body, stopping to pay homage to the pert nipples on his twin’s nice sculpted chest.

“Oh!”, and there went another erogenous zone for Vergil. If the moans weren’t a sign of Vergil’s rising excitement, then the hard bulge that Dante felt poking into his left leg sure was.

Moving further south, Dante trailed open mouthed kisses down Vergil’s tight stomach. Taking time to bite and leave teeth marks on the welcoming flesh. Wishing to leave his mark forever imprinted on HIS twin, whom was his in more than one way, especially after tonight.

Stopping at the edge of the lounge pants that covered the rest of his twin’s body from his hungry eyes, briefly he looked up seeking to capture Vergil’s gaze. A flash of lightning from the still raging storm outside was enough to illuminate the stoic man’s eyes. Giving his Ice blue eyes a thunderous luminescence that reflected the weather outside the window.

They seemed to scream “continue before I kick your ass”, something that Dante was more than willing to comply with.

Making quick work of the article of clothing getting in his way, he was presented with the most mouth watering site. There in front of him was his Adonis of a twin lying sprawled on the bed, looking as regal and menacing (even now fully naked) as ever. There in between the apex of his legs was his twin’s cock; fully erect and already leaking pre-cum. It was the most inviting site to Dante at this moment. Something he thought he would never tire of seeing for the rest of his days, and could probably top his extreme fondness for Strawberry Sundaes.

“Are you seriously just going to waste my time staring, or are going to get on with it?” spat an annoyed Vergil.

“Che, I’m enjoying the view…..tight-ass!”

“Tight-ass?!” now Vergil was insulted. He made to get up, only going as far as lifting himself up with his elbows, when he felt extreme pleasure shoot up his spine. Looking down he was able to see his length, torturously slow, being enveloped by Dante’s hot mouth.

“Shit!”… all of his usual eloquence left him at the feel of being devoured by his cocky twin’s mouth. “Finally the bastard was putting his mouth to good use”, he thought. He would have uttered it out loud for his cocky twin to hear, but his vocal cords seemed to have short circuited. The only sounds he found himself being able to emit were nothing but pants and moans.

The delicious friction of Dante’s hand at the base of him and the careful suctioning and swirling of the bastard’s tongue were… actually, Vergil couldn’t come up with coherent thoughts to describe what it was. The heat surrounding his cock was scrumptious, and the coiling pressure in his gut was getting tighter and tighter. He had to stop Dante now or else his twin would never let him live down his impending climax caused by Dante’s mouth. He would never hear the end of it; after all, he couldn’t let the other have all the fun now, could he…

Grabbing on to the last ounce of strength he had, he viciously pulled Dante’s hair signaling for his twin to stop his ministrations.

“Fuckin’ hell Verge, what is your problem?!” hissed Dante

His only response was the rising of an elegant eyebrow by his older twin.

Dante had been enjoying the moans and pants coming from Vergil. They were a testament to the pleasure he was giving his twin, not to mention a huge nudge to his own ego. Aside from that, the sexy little moans that his twin emitted only served to make Dante harder than he had ever been. Hearing his twin enjoying this moment was enough for him to reach his climax, seeing the pleasure in the other’s face. But of course that was something that he wouldn’t tell Vergil of all people, it might only gain him a belittling comment or a derisive snort, and a swift command to proceed. Maybe later he could afford to be somewhat “mushy” with his twin. But not now…..

“Come here Dante”, Vergil signaled with an upwards nudge of his head

“What?!, Now?!” A surprised Dante asked.

“Idiot. Just for once don’t second guess me and get up here now”

“Alright, alright, way to ruin my party, brother” sneered Dante.

Vergil ignored his twin’s mocking tone. Instead once Dante was at eye level with him, he forced Dante onto his back and straddled him once more. There was NO way the rowdy twin would get to have all the fun.

The once stoic man didn’t bother with words, but knew that his brother understood his actions. Once he was comfortable enough, he went on his own exploration of Dante’s body. He licked and bit in search of all of his younger brother’s erogenous zones. His firm belief was to return the pleasure his brother had given him earlier. In his exploration he found out that Dante was ticklish near his rib cage. “interesting” he mused, that would be stored for Vergil’s own personal use later…. “Later”….it no longer sounded impossible, but there was no use thinking of that now. In this now, it was only them two, heirs of the powerful demon Sparda, twins, once enemies, and now soon to be lovers.

As he inched lower and lower, he was faced with Dante’s affinity for leather. “Those infuriating leather pants, that his brother was so fond of…..”

“Honestly Dante, these pants of yours are exasperating!” “How in the world do you take them off?!” muttered a distressed Vergil who was busy trying to discard the last remaining article of clothing on his twin, and didn’t see the amused look the other held.

“ Have you tried the zipper?”

“Don’t patronize me you fool or I’ll leave you here alone with the company of you hand”

“ You wouldn’t?”

“ Want to try me?”

“ Of course I’d like to try you” leered Dante.

Vergil was so frustrated with his idiot brother’s lack of help he made to get up, to which the smart mouthed mercenary quickly responded by grabbing onto to his hips. Trying to distract the other with a brief kiss, the mercenary undid his own pants, leading his older brother’s hand to touch and see that they were ready to be discarded.

A slight venomous glare was all Dante received for his troubles. Something that Dante was more than happy with, since it beat having Vergil wanting to wring his neck for being uncooperative and effectively ruining the mood.

Lifting his hips up to help his stoic twin get his pants off, he almost missed the hunger that flashed in his twins eyes when he lay in all his naked glory in front of his brother, for the first time truly exposed in mind, body and soul. So intent was Dante on noting all the small mannerism within his brother’s face that when Vergil rubbed his rigid length against his own, all he was able to do was hiss in pleasure.

Vergil grabbed both of their cocks and began a slow but precise rhythm. They moved against each other, a myriad of moans and hisses of pleasure being emitted by both men on the bed, every once in a while illuminated by the thunder outside. Both men were ignorant of the storm raging on outside. They were only interested in each other and the pleasure they were privy to.

Dante was almost too far gone to stop Vergil and the delicious friction against his cock. Though the pace was steady, he knew he did not want to reach his climax like this. He wanted their first time together to be inside of his twin. But how would he broach the suggestion to Vergil. Knowing him he would protest.

Naturally he was all the more surprised when Vergil stopped the steady rhythm he had built up. For unbeknownst to his outgoing twin, the cold hearted warrior knew he needed more, and had come to the conclusion that in order to get his pleasure, was for Dante to penetrate him. Just the thought of riding his younger twin was enough to increase his own lust for the other silver haired man lying beneath him.

So delirious with pleasure, Vergil was ready to impale himself on his twin’s cock, only to realize that the other had a tight grip on his hips, preventing him from doing what he wanted.

“Why did you stop me?”, came the almost pleading question from Vergil.

Needless to say Dante had been curious to see his stoic twin’s actions. But quickly got a hold of himself and answered back.

“ Because you fool we can’t go at it dry. If you’d only wait a minute, let me reach for the massage oil I have in the….”

But was interrupted by Vergil, “that would include me stopping and that’s what I don’t want”

Once again Dante stopped him from moving. All he received was a glare cold enough to wilt any other man’s erection.

“You are a selfish bastard, you know that?!” spat Vergil

“ I’m just trying to make it pleasurable for both, dumbass!” countered the other.

“I am not some pathetic mortal, Dante. If I managed to heal myself from my previous wounds, what makes you think this would be any different?”

That alone shocked Dante, but being quick witted as he was known to be fired away his rebuttal.

“Jeez, Verge, I didn’t know you were a sadomasochist. Guess you can learn something new every day”

“Congratulations brother, you’ve managed to successfully learn a big word for your standards. Bravo! Simply Bra….” To which Vergil never got to finish his sentence since his twin had deviously slammed him down on his engorged length.

The pain and pleasure so evident on his stoic twins face was absolutely breathtaking for Dante. Combined with the warm tightness of his brother’s heat, if Dante were any less of a man, he would have cum already too soon.

“Move”

That one word from Vergil was all the motivation he needed to start a brutal pace.

Looking at his twin, an exact replica of himself whose sole differences were his cold, distant gaze, and his acerbic tongue that could cut anyone down as good as Yamato, was something Dante never thought he’d get to live through.

“A little to the right, Dante”

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, to the right”

Even in the throws of passion, his twin could be as acerbic as ever. Oddly enough Dante still found that very much endearing, and just so Vergil.

Immediately complying, his only response was a loud gasp and more nonsensical words uttered through his bitter twin’s teeth. “Ah, so that’s where the little bundle of pleasure was”. Good, he’d exploit it for all it was worth.

Dante continuously aimed for that spot in Vergil. He knew that’s where the most pleasure was for his twin. The rhythm was fast and disorganized. Aimed only to stab that bundle of nerves within Vergil, and elicit those breathy moans that drove Dante wild.

But his stoic twin’s eyes were closed, and he was almost on the edge. They had spent too much time learning and mapping out each other’s bodies. Foreplay had almost brought them to the brink and back. Neither would last much longer now. But all he wanted was to cum while looking into his twin’s eyes. “This would not do!”

Abruptly, Dante stopped. This had the desired effect, Vergil didn’t say anything, but his eyes weren’t pleased.

“Keep your eyes Open”

With that Dante started a fast, grueling pace, angling his thrusts to hit that place inside of Vergil. It was great to see that Vergil had kept his eyes open, even if it was struggle for him. Looking into his twin’s eyes while slamming into him had to be the most erotic thing the mercenary had ever experienced.

Out

It was a rhythm for just the two of them. It wouldn’t be long now. They both had to reach that glorious peak together, there wasn’t any other option.

Suddenly the silver haired man, known for his fondness of strawberry sundaes switched positions; he wanted to be closer to his twin. Sitting and rearranging Vergil with his weight on his lap, he again began the fast paced thrusting.

Yes, much closer now.

He now had direct access to his twin’s mouth, that mouth that appealed to him so greatly.

“Touch yourself for me” whispered Dante against his twin’s lips

Two bodies moved in tandem. Together moving in perfect harmony, dancing to a tune of their own making. The light sheen of sweet on their bodies glistened with every strike of thunder that illuminated the dark room. The intensity of two gazes locked together represented the emotions that both beings held for each other. Together they were in deed a vision only to be known by Mother Nature herself. The pants and moans that increased in frequency were the only indicators of how close they were to their climax.

As one great stroke of lightning singed the sky, seemingly tearing into the core of the heavens, to the inhabitants below it resembled an earthquake due to its force. Meanwhile both individuals on the bed reached their very own soul shattering quake. They reached their climax in perfect union. In that instant their souls shattered into a million pieces, only to unify into one complete soul, forever bonded, creating an unbreakable union between both men.

Now there were no barriers between them, both literally and figuratively.

As both settled back onto the bed, still joined in the most intimate of ways, Dante couldn’t help but laugh heartily. What had seemed impossible had now happened. He had become one with his beloved Adonis of a twin, and nothing or anyone would ever separate them ever again, if he had anything to say about it.

“And just what could be so funny Dante?” Vergil muttered tiredly.

“Nothings funny, I’m just happy”

“Well could you possibly tone your happiness down, I wish to sleep”

“Party- killer”

“Like I said, eloquent as always my dear brother”

“Yeah, whatever you say your highness”

“Go to sleep you imbecile”

“How about you kiss my ass”

But silence was the mercenary’s answer.

“Vergil?”

Nothing but silence could be heard. As Dante looked over, he noticed that the reason why his stoic twin hadn’t answered was because he had fallen asleep. So as not to wake him he slowly slipped out of the other man, causing nothing but a slight grunt from the other.

Indeed to Dante this might just have been better than any strawberry sundae he had ever had the pleasure of having. But he wouldn’t tell Vergil that. He didn’t think the other would be pleased to be compared to a cold sugary treat. So he did the next best thing, he lay down and enjoyed this moment of complete elation, tomorrow would be another day. Then they could sort everything out, but tonight, they had this moment to last them for the rest of their lives……

Outside Mother Nature had ceased her attack. The storm had slowly died down, all that remained was the soaked ground, testament to what had occurred. Now the earth was ready for the blooming of the buds of the future.

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On a mountain, a city, not a gold, nor blood
He can learn, see life that it turn…..
…..From yesterday, it’s coming
From yesterday, its fear!
From yesterday, it calls him

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Of Advice and Fandom?

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:47:52 GMT

*dusts her LJ from the dust it gathered*

Ah... see its been a while... didn't I say this would happen eventually >.< My interest would wander away and I would eventually stop posting. Then again I promised Hyper I'd post again... and today was.... i guess it could be categorized as weird...maybe? *<-----is still wondering about that*

So on with today's events. So like everyday for the past...week..no wait... 2 weeks now ^-^...(it seems more like a month) I've been getting up early to go to my summer classes. Dammit its friggin hard. I had forgotten how to wake up so early... Im so used to waking up at 10:30 to get to my first class which has always been at 11:30...*grumbles* Anyway i digress.... so during my break...(I'm in the city for my classes...or for those of you not from around here... the city = Manhattan) I went to the Borders a block away. I decided I was going to treat myself with some manga.. since I've been good about going to class and managing to NOT doze off after the first 15 minutes..... i usually wait 30 minutes before i loose complete consciousness....xD

So I get there and am perusing the manga section when a girl out of the blue starts t talk to me (it all started with "oh I've read Death Note too") Ah! the joys of anime/manga bringing people together lol

Anyway... we get to talking about what we like (sadly she doesn't like yaoi..T_T...she's more into shoujo >.>) and out of the blue she gets up an asks me about advice on relationships.. I had a WTF moment there... wondering why she would even ask... a complete stranger for advice, but being the nice person that i am.. i decided to try my best and help her... Needless to say it was an unusual situation. Especially since i tried to hint to keep our voices down... for a semblance of privacy... she went off about her problems and didn't care who heard her (I was embarrassed for her..>.<;;) But yeah, who asks random people with that kind of help... she even made me question my career choices... maybe i should have been a psychologist... listen to people ramble on and on about their problems.... but then I'd probably just smack 'em and tell them to go cry on someone else's shoulder ..uh.... yeah definitely not a job for me.
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So other than that weird?... i don't know how to categorize that event yet...haha ,.....this next one... is for all you Ugly Betty Fans...(if there are any who read this)
I was on the train...(NY subway.. sucks!.. but thats a whole other story i won't get into) And I suddenly see this woman with this pin on her shirt saying "ask me for a great way to loose weight".. Naturally i smirk, thinking its oddly funny, and just happen to look down and see her holding a duffle bag with HERBALIFE written on it. So i look again, thinking its just my UB deprived mind... making me see things.. (cuz those who watch UB know that Hilda, Betty's sister worked for it.) and i could have sworn... it was just FICTIONAL.

Either I was wrong and it exists... or people are taking their new fixation with Ugly Betty to a new level...>.>;;

*looks at entry*.. yeaaaa.... thats a lot of work typing all that up... I'll go read some more Gravitation now....

The Joys of Boredom??......

Sun, 20 May 2007 20:11:30 GMT

So My family and I have partied for 2 straight days and today is the clean-up day. But first let me back track.

Friday was My sister's birthday. She turned 9 and becamejust a bit more annoying...xD I was nice enough to get her a Naruto hitai-ate and The ~~High School Musical~~ DVD. Something that I'm seriously regreting right now. In the span of two days.. that girl has managed to watch it more than 10 times. ((dont ask me how she does it)) All I know is that I go to sleep hearing the stupid songs and wake up with them singing, which seems to be my new alarm clock.

So now onto the party. It started after she came home from school took a bit of an intermission Friday late into early saturday morning and continued until high hours of today in the morning. All I can say is that my family can hold their alcohol...hahaha.

Good times indeed~~~~

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On a completely random note. Have you ever been addicted to one song from the first time you've heard it. It so happens that I recently saw the movie Inside Man. ((don't watch it, it was horrible... Im so disappointed Spike lee!!)) And the song for the ending credits was was this very catchy Indian song Chiayya Chiayya. ((if your curious like i was youtube it and see the video... its entertaining..^-^)) Thats all i've been listening to, even now writing this...haha

~~kay thats my bit of randomness for today

Another year gone?!!!

Tue, 15 May 2007 21:58:58 GMT

Finals are now officially over for me....3...2...1...O_O yay!!!

((not that i actually put much effort into studying for them...er...>.<;;;)) But yeah I am finally free and I will be putting all my efforts into finally getting through the entire KH2 game as well as Halo 2 and Gears of war. Yea, i have decided to be a couch potato (minus all the eating---) and get through some of these games if not all.

So wish me luck and I'll be lurkiing around... maybe i'll do more with this journal......

or maybe not...... ah i'll leave that up to my boredom to decide

*poofs away*

Impromptu Trip...and addictions?

Wed, 09 May 2007 04:49:05 GMT

Ah another day... so much closer to the end ((of the semester..what did you think i was talking about??...>.>)) So I do believe I might have a serious addiction to Aarin. Today I have yet to go on...((ok thats a lie, I just went on and just saw that cabbit sent me a message, other than that I swear... I quickly closed the window)) So why didnt I go on today, I decided to come to connecticut..out of the blue...yea I know...while I'm supposed to be studyin for finals..o_O;;... with my roomie ((gosh i luv her..<3)). So here I am, writing this entry from Connecticut, when I am supposed to be in the Bronx studying for finals... way to procrastinate..haha But in my defence, we did get about 4-5 hours of studying done before we called it quits and went out to party...^-^

On that note.. I must say Connecticut is really a nice place and all, but I'm a city kid all the way. Once night settles in, its so friggin creepy. I kept looking out the window of the car, while we were speading and rounding those curbs, like there was no tomorrow ((incase you didnt guess...we were trying to gt back at a decent time...almost didnt mae it >.>;;) and I kept trying to see if I could catch a glimps of the Blair witch..lol Does anyone still remember that movie, I do. At the time, I actually thought it was scary...then I grew up and realized how much of a crappy movie it was...TT^TT. Good times!

So here I am now...sad because I didnt get to go on Aarin and talk to my seme or Hyper .....but I did have fun out today.....boy do I need to get my priorities straight...lol.

((just noticed she almost wrote a friggin book))...ok thats my que to shut up and go to sleep...or continue to eat my slice of Oreo Cheescake that I couldn't finish today at lunch...(we went to the Cheesecake Factory for lunch...^_^ <---- incredibly happy face)

Bai bai my lovelies...and smooches to those who actually take the time to read this entire entry and not skim through it...like maybe my lazy behind might do...xP......

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so I have now talked to hyper...yay!!

mow I can go to bed happy..^_^

Beginnings..?

Mon, 07 May 2007 05:15:48 GMT

Ah.. so once again I've been pulled into the realm of anything blog related. ((not that i was extremely reluctant.. ^-^)) And its all thanks to Hyper! A round of applause for the lovely Hyper who so generously made this lj for me ((me being the lazy bum i can be...just call me Shikamaru..*wink*)).

Now that I have this.. maybe I'll become Hyper's stalker, or maybe I'll be too lazy to update. Or just maybe, I'll join those wonderful communities that so catch my eye. Who knows... only boredom will tell since it does love to keep me company. That and doing anything but listening at boring professors ramble on and on...

So with this i say adieu....till next time......

Mon, 07 May 2007 04:40:31 GMT

teeeeeeeeeesting!....HYPER-SAMA ISH DA BEST!...test, test, test, one two three, test, test, test

...:D