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Summary: Finland, as stubborn as ever, wants to see how Sweden reacts when confronted by something else than a paper. Status: Complete Warning: Not exactly yaoi, more of a historical short story with just a few bl hints Author's Note: This one, like my last fic, is also a bit dusty, but I hope you all enjoy it! Historical SuFin, because I'm both a sopping romantic and a history geek. ------------------ In this period, in these times, Sweden often feels as if he’s balancing on ice. Not the type that he has been on once on a lake in Finland, where he can stand without worry on the centimeters thick sheet and see the water that has not yet been frozen glint with the low sunlight, but the type where even a slipping piece of gravel falling from his boot could shatter the already visible cracks in the thin veneer into pieces underneath him and plunge him into the frozen metaphorical lake. The thing is, though, there are people who wait on the other side for him, depending on what makes the ice snap. If it snaps one way, Germany will reach for him; another, France. Britain. In any case, one side will be against him and he cannot break his stillness, his neutrality, and risk any sort of loss. Already people look down upon him and scorn him for keeping the same stance he has kept for years and years, and if he changes it? Sweden does not want to know the afterword of this story. However, a plot twist ends up written one day whenever Finland winds up in his parlor, breath frozen on the edges of his nostrils and in the corner of his lips and on the front of his scarf where his breath has immediately frozen in the cold air, and the warmth in Sweden’s house makes him cough a few times as he gets used to it. But Finland is Finland and is still stubborn despite how he shivers and declines the tea Sweden offers him. Whenever Finland’s breathing becomes less ragged and accustomed once again to above zero temperatures he looks up at Sweden and says, “Why.” It’s not a question or a statement but an understood demand laden in his voice, eyes sharp like cut amethyst and mouth set. It takes Sweden aback for a moment at the firmness but not so much that he can’t reply. “I’ve got no control over it, Tino.” Finland should know that, being a country as well, but he is also not Sweden and thus does not understand Sweden’s standpoint so the Finnish nation’s tone seethes a bit whenever he speaks. “But you have a voice, as much as you don’t use it, and a very important one considering that you are the country your bosses are trying so desperately to quiet.” As he talks, Finland gestures quick and short, lacking the patience and energy to make elaborate ones in order to get his point across. Besides, speech seemed to have more effect on Sweden than gestures as of late. “I’ve asked you, implored you, I’ve pleaded with you—we’ve pleaded with you—and you still have the nerve to allow someone to decide such things and speak like that?” he loosens the scarf from around his neck, because he’s starting to heat up with irritation—Sweden’s just standing there taking as he continues on, “I’d think that, for someone with such strong feelings against Ivan you’d help your neighbor just this once—just,” Finland holds up a finger, “this once, especially when your people are clamoring so eagarly for it but all you can say is,” with said finger he jabs the Swede in the chest; he does not falter, much to Finland’s chagrin. “Nej.” Finland wants to see if Sweden will waver even just a little bit now that he has been confronted with something other than a sheet of paper asking him to please help, something other than his people’s voices but all the Swede does is look down at Finland with the expression of a tired man, steel rusting but not in need of tossing to the side yet. The thick wool of Sweden’s pullover makes the skin on Finland’s finger itch a bit as he pushes it further into Sweden’s chest, as if he can somehow press the issue with force into Sweden, because he is not backing down. He has not backed down for Ivan, as Sweden’s bosses thought might be possible, sweeping Finnish dust underneath a Soviet rug, so he certainly won’t back down to this man of stone silence and a still infuriatingly firm stance. Much to his surprise, another kink in the plot, Sweden takes Finland’s hand away from his chest, holding the smaller wrist in his grip and turning it palm up to examine it. The tips of Finland’s fingers are reddened, not just from the cold but also from minute burns, small scratches and pinches and now that his hand is eye-level with Sweden’s gaze he cam smell the faint traces of gunpowder and earth embedded underneath his dirty fingernails. “What’d you do to make this happen, Tino?” “Gun barrels are hot if you’re not careful, Berwald,” Finland snaps back lowly. Blue eyes darken as they shoot down to meet with the Finn’s icy stare, and there’s a minute tightening around his wrist. “I haven’t blown off a finger yet, thank goodness— or maybe that should’ve happened just to show you the gravity of exactly what’s happening to us while you just read and listen and not—” “Tino.” Sweden interuppts, voice low and firm and resolute. Finland hushes but keeps his lips flat and his brow furrowed. “M’not my bosses—” the Finn opens his mouth but snaps it shut, thinking better in spite of himself, “—m’not my people, m’not my army, but even in spite of that I can’t—”* “Yes you can,” Finland interjects, clenching his fists even if one arm has yet to be let free of Sweden’s grip. Sweden might has snorted shortly had he anything left in his humor reserves. “With what tools, Tino? I have nothing in my arsenal.” “But you have men.” “I do have men. Many of them who want to fight on your side. But Tino,” Sweden pauses to dip his head a bit and press a scar on the side of Finland’s index finger to his lips, a forewarning and an apology, “I’m on ice as it is, between a rock and a hard place. “If I take your side against Ivan, he’ll go after me. If I take any side, I don’t know what I’ll be doing after so long and I’ll lose control of how my country—I—am now. Y’see?” He would lose either way. And Finland did not and could not understand because this was happening to him. “I just need help, Berwald,” Finland says softly after several moments of absolute quiet, the only noise being the rustling of Sweden’s sleeve as he moved his free hand to cover Finland’s so that it became clasped between the Swede’s own two, still resting in front of his face. “I just need help, because I’m fighting so hard and I can’t get anyone else right now, nobody else will.” In a silent asking of please please pleasepleaseplease because his talking is making him sound so pathetic right now, Finland leans forward and rests his forehead against the scratchy feel of Sweden’s, letting his eyes close momentarily and his fists unclench. He’s just so tired, tired of having to literally struggle against Ivan yet again, tired of all these negotiations and his nerves are practically fried from the emotional lethargy. “All I want is a little help.” Sweden will give him help. He will give him men and he will give him his support as indirectly as he can because he is still teetering on the ice but in the here and now he helps by letting Finland rest his weary head where he stands. Because he is classic Finland, stubborn and will not lie down and stop when he needs to get up and go, but he is also Tino, with clear eyes and a still strong voice contrary to how he feels and still comes to Sweden after all these years to lay his troubles out flat and to allow his body to tell itself “enough”. Because in the here and now it is all that Sweden can do. -- Final notes: I really dislike writing Sir Surströmming’s verbal tic during fic—it throws off my entire writing I feel—so if you’ll forgive me for that. During the Winter War in ‘39, Finland was pretty much struggling to keep its head above water as it fought against the Soviets, even asking Sweden for help thrice. Of course, Sweden being king of neutrality said no despite a large majority of Swedes wanting to help their neighboring country. *The king finally basically said screw it to shut his people up. As it turns out, though, in Sweden declared itself “non-belligerent” and lent the most volunteers to Finland out of the Nordics, somewhere between 8k — 10k in total. When Sweden mentions ‘what tools?’ he is being 100% serious: Sweden had about 16 tanks in total at its disposal in ‘39.

Summary: Watching from afar, Victor's object of affection and his friend Sam, sunderstand him. After thinking he has gotten rid of them, Victor and Cecil meet again. What will happen? Status: Discontinued This is a story that's probably going to be really slow getting to the romance. However, if that's your thing, I hope you enjoy this. This takes place in a kingdom surrounded by trees named Triad. This first chapter can probably stand alone, and it was written a long time before the second one. --------------------------------------------------------- His eyes darted through the crowd, searching for a glimpse of the light, straw colored hair of that girl. He looked around for a while before finding her, and the boy next to her. The couple was always together Watching them had become sort of a habit of his, one that he didn't particularly enjoy, but he didn't know why he couldn't help looking for those two: that boy that Sam and his friends liked to push around, and the girl that Sam had an infatuation with. Sam had barely even mentioned liking her that much and sometimes he wondered if Sam just bullied her beau because he saw her as an object that had been taken away He wouldn't have cared less if it hadn't been for the fact that he always seemed to be looking for them. He always managed to find those two. Cecil was his name. Willow was hers. They had recently become a couple, despite Sam's constant declarations that Willow was his. He tried to be careful in staring because at first, he believed that it was her that attracted his eyes, but he soon realized it wasn't the case. He knew who it was that he was jealous of, but wouldn't admit it. No, admitting it would be too embarrassing. He preferred to just be Sam's shadow. Eventually, though, no matter how careful he tried to be, his silent gazing drew Cecil's attention. Cecil would turn to his direction with curious eyes. Then, those lips would turn up in a smirk which made him frown and avert his eyes. It seemed as if every time Cecil looked at him, he would smirk confidently, as if he had caught him in an embarrassing situation and was looking down at him. How he hated that smirk. Yet he couldn't stop looking for those two, trying to be as careful as possible, but just as Cecil had noticed, others started to too. "Hey, he's doing it again. Sam's shadow's looking at her again," people would whisper, referring to him as Sam's shadow because that was just what he was. He didn't have many redeeming physical features, except for his height, but what someone lacked in looks, they could always make up for with personality. Unfortunately, he didn't have much of a personality. He was introverted and quiet, speaking only when he really had to. He answered most questions with small gestures and he had a habit of leaving in the middle of a conversation, convincing most people that he hated them. The truth was that he found conversations difficult to hold up He never liked to waste time, but found himself wishing that he would just grow up already to the age where he could stop attending school and help out his family. He noticed that Sam had been glaring at him lately, so it wasn't much of a surprise when while he was looking at them again, Sam grabbed his shoulder and asked him with an almost murderous tone, "Why are you looking at her?" He couldn't admit that he was actually looking at the boy next to her, so he let the punches happen. His eyes strayed once Sam had beaten him into the ground, looking for something to get his mind off the pain. He wasn't sure what he was looking for because his head wasn't clear. He could barely concentrate on anything but the other boy's punches. Every blow interrupted his thoughts and he coughed and tried to hide from the pain. A crowd was forming around them and some people were attempting to pull Sam away from him. Others stared in pity. He found what he had been looking for. It was Cecil, who was standing somewhere amongst the crowd with Willow at his side. The boy's expression was one of curiosity, not shock when their eyes met. Cecil didn't frown in pity. Instead, the compassion that he had been looking for in the other's face was absent. Cecil simply smirked, looking down at him from his higher ground, and soon, he walked away with Willow chasing after him. He gradually stopped staring at those two after that incident. It seemed pointless after all and he didn't want to waste his time. He nursed a secret grudge, but managed to convince himself that Cecil's existence was just like any other person's. It had no effect on him and it wouldn't make a difference if Cecil had never existed at all. The only time he had acknowledged Cecil again before leaving school was after he had witnessed Cecil's break up with Willow. After Willow had slapped Cecil and run away, crying, Cecil looked up at him with a confused face. All he did was turn away without any change of emotion. Victor had started socializing more often, and people said that he had changed from being Sam's shadow. His life had improved much more and he had even set a goal for himself. He wanted to become one of the king's knights. After all, the castle was far away from his childhood home. He managed to achieve the goal too, after getting out of school, and he had even become well-liked in the castle. He expected to never ever see Cecil again and he was grateful for it. After all, he had been nothing but a nuisance and a burden, but sometimes he wondered what might have happened if he had spoken of his true feelings for Cecil. Perhaps they might've had a real relationship, but maybe nothing would've changed at all and Cecil would've just smirked and walked away without a word. How he had hated that smirk so much, but he had wanted the person behind it. He swore not to ever make that mistake ever again. The constant staring, the beating from Sam and the misunderstandings from holding it all in. It had been all for nothing.

A/N: So this is my 2nd story and 1st fanfic of Kyo Kara Maoh. It's not that good, but yeah, I was bored 'cause the internet's so slow and youtube videos couldn't load. So here it is. This story is so unplanned so I know that it's not that good. Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Kyo Kara Maou and the characters. I only own this rushed plot. As the sun shines down bringing brilliant colors to each living and non-living things surrounding the palace, but only Yuuri woke up in a bad mood. He keeps thinking about his dream. "Urgh! That dream again. It's hunting me for almost a week now." He was about to punch the wall as Wolfram walked out from the bathroom. "Yuuri, what are you doing"? came a startled Wolfram. Yuuri hastily faced Wolfram and blushed as he witnesses his creamy, white smooth skin. Oh, how he longed to touch that chest, and kiss those wash-board abs and - . Yuuri snaps out from Lala Land as he noticed that his pants is getting tighter. Damn it, not now. Yuuri rushed out of the room and ran down the hall leading to the garden. He hears Wolfram's screams and calling out his name, but he paid no attention to it as he keeps running until he only hears the wind's howl. He lie down on the grass as his skin is absorbing the sun's rays. I'm not a gay, and there's no way I love Wolfram. He's just my, uhm, close friend. That's right, and he's also not my fiancee. That was just an accidental slap. I mean what kind of country that proposes a marriage by slapping? The clock's ticking as he keeps on denying his feelings, until he fell asleep. "Yuuri, hey! Yuuri..." "uhh..." As Yuuri opened his eyes he saw Wolfram's face only inches away from his. "OH MY GOD WOLFRAM! What the -" Yuuri shouted in suprised as he rolled out from underneath Wolfram's body. "What's wrong wimp? Thought you saw an astonishingly beautiful creature?" Wolfram mocked. "Yeah, right. You wish Wolf." Yuuri replied flatly as he stood up and brushes himself off. "That's it!" "h-huh?" "I've had enough of you!" "W-Wo-Wolfram? Wh-what's wrong?" "Ohww, I'll tell you what's wrong. It's been three years since you have proposed. I was waiting for you to say the 'words' I longed for. I keep telling myself that 'that day' would come and I'll be happy forever. Everyday I was expecting for that to happen and every end of the day I always get hurt. I always hold on to the tiniest piece of rope even though I know it's completely impossible. I can't stand it anymore Yuuri, just let me go." Wolfram burst out crying. "P-please Yuuri, j-just let m-me go.." Yuuri felt like he was stung by a thousand needles inside him and pierced through his heart. He never see Wolfram cry until now. Right now, all he wanted to do is grabbed Wolfram by the arm and hug him for eternity. As he reached out to Wolfram whose cheeks are already stained with salty water stood up and attempted to run. But with quick reflexes, snaffled Wolfram and hugged him tightly. Wolfram was in shock and couldn't move. Millions of thoughts race through his head, finally coming back to his senses, pushed Yuuri away. "Don't touch me!" Wolfram snarled and ran. "Wolf! wait!!" He watches as Wolfram's figure vanished. What should I do? I made a move, and now I hurt him even more. Urgh! I'm so stupid. Yuuri paused for a moment then..... *click* I should chase him and tell him everything. Come on Yuuri, this is your chance. Let the world know that you love him. And with that, Yuuri followed where Wolfram vanished, and is ready to accept his love for him. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+ So there it is. Is it boring? fun? nothing special? or something you couldn't express in words? Please review!!! Once again, FLAMES and HELPFUL CRITICISMS are happily accepted. If you think I lack some criteria or something tell me and I'll improve it. Please be my teacher and teach me how to write good story. Thank you guys. Maybe I'll be updating soon for the next chapter.:hamtaro-005 (23)::hamtaro-005 (23)::hamtaro-005 (23):

Being the Takumi-kun fan that I am. I'm sharing this oneshot fanfic of the actors themselves. I hope my fellow Takumi-kun fans will enjoy this and to everyone who enjoys a lighthearted BL fanfic. Please let me know what you think. My take on their characters is from watching the Making of Takumi-kun series. Hamao is all serious. Daisuke is laughing all over the place. Hai! Dozo! :hamtaro-005 (6): 8:00 A.M. Saturday. As people are going along their daily routine in the morning. Unbeknownst to anyone in a modest apartment not far from the busy streets of Osaka... Furious knocking is taking place.... “OI!!!!!!” “OI!!!!!!!!” “AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHH!!! OPEN UP!!! OI!!!! WAKE UP!!!!!” Bam! Bam! Bam!! Bam!!! “Ah! Dammit! You leave me no choice!” Hamao rushes to his room and takes his duplicate key. He returns and slides the key into the keyhole and the sight of the occupant makes him want to pull his hair in frustration. There really was nothing out of the ordinary really from the appearance of the room rather it was the occupant who was still buried in pillows with a blanket all over. Mao bounces on the bed and tugs at the blanket furiously. “Oi!!!!! GET UP! WAKE UP, YOU IDIOT!!! GET UP! WE’RE GONNA BE SERIOUSLY LATE!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS???” Only faint mumbling is heard underneath the blanket. Hamao successfully throws the blanket away and begins to pat the bed repetitively. “DAISUKE-SAN!!!!!!!!!” “Hmmmm....?” Daisuke squints his eyes and smiles. “DON’T HMMMMMMM ME...WE’RE GONNA BE LATE, YOU ASS!!!” Daisuke flutters his eyes open to reveal a very, very agitated Hamao Kyousuke in bright blue shirt with a Mickey Mouse print at the front and faded black jeans. His dark hair carefully combed with a wisp of hair gel at the bangs. Daisuke smiles and turns his head to his right side and smothers himself with the pillow. “Don wanna...” “DAISUKE-SAN! THIS IS SO NOT THE TIME TO PLAY GAMES! WAKE UP! OR I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR SORRY BUTT TILL NEXT YEAR!!!” Hamao pulls his arm. “But i’m still shleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppyyyyyyyyyy..” Daisuke whines. “I don’t caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee!!!” Hamao mimics. Hamao stubbornly refuses to budge and grabs the pillow closer to his face. “WAKE UP! OR WE’RE GONNA BE FIRED FROM FILMING TAKUMI-KUN!!! DO YOU WANT THAT?????” Hamao drops his arm. With that statement, Daisuke automatically sits up and grins. “OKAY! I’M UP!!!!” “GOOD! NOW GET YOUR LAZY BUTT TO THE SHOWER....RIGHT NOW!” Hamao gets off the bed and walks to Daisuke’s wardrobe cabinet and starts tugging on a polo shirt and jeans. He pulls them out of the drawer and throws the pile on the bed and finds Daisuke back to sleep. “WHAT THE HECK??? DAISUKE-SAN!!!! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!!!!” He shakes Daisuke’s shoulder and forcibly pries the pillow from his face. He could hear Daisuke giggling. “DAISUKE-SAN!!!!!” “Okay! Okay” giggles. “Okay! I’m up! Why are you being sooooooo bossy today?” Daisuke flings the pillow at Hamao barely which hits him right on the face. “I AM BEING BOSSY?? HUH? HUH? HUH?” Hamao pokes Daisuke’s shoulder repeatedly. “ITAI!!! ITAI!!! STOP POKING ME!!!” Daisuke fights off Hamao’s hand. “Then get up!!!” “What time is it?” Daisuke yawns. “It’s 8:20!! Dammit! Daisuke-san!!! Please move!” Hamao stomps his feet. “It’s still early....” Daisuke whines as he stretches his arms then scratches his hair. “We have to be at the set at 10:00, you!” “Hai! Hai! I’ll be taking a shower now.” Daisuke gives him a mock salute. “Alright...I’ll make some coffee.” 30 minutes later Daisuke saunters inside the kitchen and takes his cup of coffee. Hamao is slurping his drink. “Why are you being so good to me?” Daisuke smiles. “Stop asking stupid questions.” Hamao slurps his drink even loudly and brings the mug closer to his face with both hands to hide his blushing cheeks. “I’m serious.” Daisuke looks at him seriously. “No you’re not.” Hamao peers at him with the mug in his face. “Okay, I’m not!” Daisuke gives him a cheeky grin. “Whatever possessed you to go to an all-night karaoke?” Hamao looks at him. “I wanted to hang out with Kei (Hosogai).” Daisuke shrugged. “I hope you’re perfectly aware that we have a shooting today, don’t you?” Hamao looks at him closely. “I know...I know....” Daisuke takes another sip from his cup. They clear their cups. Close the lights. Closes the main door and steps out of the porch. A red Honda van is parked right in front of the apartment with a smirking Yukihiro Takiguchi leaning onto the hood of the car with his arms crossed on his chest. “Not my fault!” Hamao points at Daisuke as they approach the car. Daisuke gives off a childish grin at Takiguchi. Taki grins back. Just as Hamao is about to open the car door, Taki suddenly squeezes Hamao in between his neck and his shoulders behind him, which makes Hamao squeal loudly. “KYAAAA” “THAT....(laughs)...WAS....(catches his breath)....SO....(begins to cough)...FUNNY!” Daisuke was laughing so hard, he almost sat down on the pavement. “His fault!” Hamao pouts and points at Taki. “It’s your fault that you’re so ticklish!” Taki laughs. “Not my fault either!” Hamao shakes his shoulder still pouting. “Can we go now?” Hamao looks at them impatiently. "Do it again, Taki!" Daisuke still trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard. "Cut it out, you two!" Hamao frowns. “Hai! Hai! Hamao-kun!!” Taki nods and starts the car. As the car runs through the traffic, Hamao looks out of the window thoughtfully. “Mao-chan?” “Hmmm....” “I’m still sleepy.” Daisuke looks at him droopy-eyed. “Yeah?” Hamao raises a well-manicured eyebrow. “Can I sleep on your lap?” Daisuke grins with his face close to Hamao’s face. “Get away from me!” Hamao tries to push his face away. “Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeee???” "Not the puppy dog eyes...Please...not the puppy dog eyes...Daisuke-san...don’t...don’t..."Hamao protests silently. But Daisuke does exactly that with his devilishly handsome grin to match. Oh crap. He did it. “Alright!” Hamao sits back and stretches his legs. “YAY!!!” Daisuke flops himself onto Hamao’s lap. “ITAI!!! YOU JERK! THAT HURTS!” Hamao lightly smacks Daisuke on the head. “Goodnight...Mao-chan...” “Goodnight? Do you even know what time it is?” Daisuke smiles and closes his eyes. Not too long Daisuke was asleep. Hamao stares at Daisuke’s face. His lips partly open and his nose flared as he was snoring lightly. His right hand onto his stomach while his legs were curled. Hamao was resisting the urge to feel his face and settled on running his fingers onto Daisuke’s soft permed hair. I wonder what those fan girls would think if they saw us like this, Hamao smirked yet his cheeks were blushing.

Summary: Wandering the streets, Takahashi is saved by a kind young man. After being fed Morimoto places a gentle kiss on Takahashi's lips. What will become of them? Status: Complete Chapter 1 : The Uncertain Feeling “Food! Hungryyyy! ” My head felt so dizzy as my stomach carved for food. I wander aimlessly in the middle of this city. Ah, I’m gonna pass this day without food again? This can’t go on. At this rate I might die anytime soon. *bump* “Ah, sorry” “Are you okay? You look so pale” “I’m okay. Sorry..” Suddenly this unknown man grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him. “You’re definitely not okay! Are you sick or something?” “I’m okay! Let me go already!” “I’m not gonna let you go. Tell me.. are you sick?” “Let go..” Suddenly my headache became so intense and I lose my balance. But he successfully holds my arms. “See I told you, you’re not okay!” Again he did something without my permissions. He picked me up. “Hey let go! I can’t walk by myself” “Won’t let ya” I tried to fight in this meaningless struggle. I’m just too weak without food for days. What the hell with this guy? So persistence and annoying! I can’t stand guy like him. That’s what I thought as I lose my consciousness and fall to slumber. *** As my eyes began to open, I sniffed a good smell. A smell of what I long for, Food! “Where am I?” “Oh, you’re awake. This is my house” “Is that food?” “Yeah, please eat” “Itadakimasu! Oishii!” *chuckle* “What?!” “Nothing, it just funny to see you eat like a children” “That’s because I haven’t eat anything since 3 days ago” “Eh, Really?” “Mm..” “You’re so cute” “Eh?” “Nothing, never mind” I continued to eat my food as we talk and get to know each other. "Gochisousama deshita!" “What’s your name?” “I’m Kei, Takahashi Kei. And you?” “I’m Morimoto Shu” “Then how I supposed to repay your kindness Morimoto-san?” “Mm… Let’s see. Close your eyes” The moment Morimoto-san said it. My mind became confused. What will he do? My imagination has already running wildly. Then suddenly I felt something soft and nice on my lips. My heart skipped a beat. My mind panicked. I don’t know what I should do. I immediately pushed Morimoto-san away from me. Then I moved away from Morimoto-san. “I’m sorry Taka-kun” I run as fast as I can to outside in the state of shock. Again, I wander aimlessly. This time my mind only filled with Morimoto-san. That scene keep repeated inside my head. What was this feeling? His gentle voice, his face, his eyes. What was i thinking about? Have I fallen in love with him? That’s not possible. We’re both guys. My mind must be crazy. I should forget about this. ***

A/N: Before asked yes this story is Pure written out in novel form but only parts that Misu and Shingyoshi appear in and it's told from Misu's point of view instead of Shingyoshi's. The dialogue and characters are not mine. The words used to describe Misu's thoughts are in a way mine so no suing or reporting me please! Chapter 1: Where it all began The yearly entrance exams to all boys school Shidou Academy. Misu Arata was, yet was not looking forward to it. Masumoto-sensei had requested that the second year along with a few other choice students to observe the examinees. Make sure no one was cheating or disobeying any of the rules. During one of the tests Misu’s brown eyes scanned the students and his moving orbs picked up on movement coming from the center of the room. One of the students had dropped his pencil and was reaching for it. Considering he figured all boys deserved a fair chance into the establishment Misu was about to step forward and pick the pencil up for the boy with a warning. He stopped however when he followed the boy’s eye line. He was looking at another examinee’s paper. Okay perhaps this boy didn’t want a fair chance and was just going to try to cheat his way in. Deciding he was going to make the boy nervous he stepped forward and picked up the pencil. “You were told earlier not to pick up anything you dropped.” He placed the pencil on the desk glanced down at the work sheet and noticed the answer that had been in the examinee’s vision was blank and still had a few lingering eraser markings on it. Looking at the boy one last time after hearing the apology for disobeying or rather disremembering the rules Misu headed back towards the back of the classroom to continue his task. The bell rang signaling the end of one of the test. Misu stepped forward and began collecting all the work sheets before walking towards Matsumoto-sensei’s desk. He placed the worksheets down and whispered into his teacher’s ear. “Sensei, Examinee 135 doesn’t look well hey may need a trip to the nurse.” Just being called on by the teacher despite not being an actually student could make anyone sweat. Misu was curious to see the reaction Shingyoshi-he had noticed the name on the page- would have. Misu watched as the number 135 did indeed look nervous in fact down right scared but then relieved. Once the last test had been taken Misu headed out of the classroom and into the school grounds in hopes to get to his dorm to do some studying and enjoying the rest of the afternoon just relaxing; a rarity when it came to Misu Arata. No such luck. Just as he stepped out of the classroom he was greeted by the not one but three of his senpai. He knew they would want him to ‘hang out’ so he decided to play along. The third years would be graduating soon and he enjoyed spending time with his senpai tachi even if it was for a few moments. One particular boy stood out above the rest: Sagara-senpai. He for some reason had taken a shine to not only Misu but to Misu’s rival Saki Giichi. Just the thought of the name let alone the other boy made Misu cringe. Almost as if fate decided to toss salt into the wound Sagara moved from talking to Misu to stopping Saki in his tracks. Outwardly Misu said nor showed no response towards the attitude Saki had towards his senpai, but inside he was fuming. Did Saki have no respect? Just because his background was different didn’t give him permission to act the way he did. Deciding he was just going to drown out the ‘conversation’ between the other two he looked away then changed his choice of vision again. That had been either his best idea or his worst mistake ever. Standing only a few yards from him was that same boy; examinee 135. Misu couldn’t help it his eyes stared at the boy almost as if he wanted to draw him in, or was he the one being drawn in? It was the boy who broke the eye contact. Misu was surprised when he noticed number 135 had started crying. Had his little joke gotten to him that badly? No there had to be another reason. Misu stepped forward just as Sagara-senpai had been trying to figure out the reason behind the boy’s tears. “Sagara-senpai?” Sagara glanced up at the sight of his kouhai, “Misu. He suddenly started crying.” Misu looked at the boy. “What’s wrong?” he wasn’t sure of the boy would answer but it was worth trying to ask. No one just burst in to tears out of nowhere for no reason. “Are you okay Examinee number 135; Shingyoshi-kun?” Sagara glanced up. “What, do you know him?” Misu deciding details weren’t important looked up. “I’ll take it from here senpai.” Sagara nodded. “Okay I”ll leave him to you. Oh here.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some yen. “Use this to buy him something hot.” Misu took the coins and led Shingyoshi towards the cafeteria. Sagra had given them just enough money for a bowl of ramen. After ordering the food he ordered himself a coffee and walked over to one of the empty tables were he had instructed him to sit and wait for him. He placed the ramen in front of Shingyoshi and took a seat opposite him. “It’s Sagara-senpai’s treat so go ahead and eat.” Taking a small sip of his coffee Misu observed the daylight outside and knew even without looking at a watch that it was getting late. Shingyoshi would have to get home soon and he voiced that fact. “When you’re done eating you should go catch a bus. If it gets too late, the last one will have already left.” “Ano “Misu” how is that written? “Shingyoshi suddenly asked. Misu placed his coffee mug on the table. “What’s that all of a sudden? Didn’t you hear what I just said?” this boy had a one-track mind it seemed like and it was to get on Misu’s nerves. Shinghoshi nodded. “Yes I did. When I’m finished I will run to the bus stop.” “Why should I tell you something like that?” “Because I’d like to know.” Shingyoshi answered. Out of nowhere the examinee stood up fast nearly knocking his chair over. ‘I’m Shingyoshi Kanemitsu. Using the characters-“ Misu was getting irritated. “Did I ask for your name?” He couldn’t read this boy and it was starting to drive him crazy. “Please! Please tell me I beg you!” Shinghyoshi pleaded bowing his head low. Misu inwardly smirked. He was that desperate to know how his last name was written? Mentally he gave the boy credit for not giving up but he wasn’t about to give in to the boys pleas though. “You’re stubborn.” He rose to his feet. “When you’re done return the bowl at the counter.” He started to walk away only to be stopped by a hand on his wrist and three words he almost didn’t want to believe he heard. “I like you.” Turning around he looked down at the smaller boy. “Taken by first sight you mean?” Misu knew he was handsome and had an aura that could draw in and scare away the male and female population of those who knew him so he almost didn’t blame the boy for saying those words. What got to him though was the fact he too had felt something towards the boy, something he couldn’t describe. “How can you believe you can say something like that?” “I cheated but- No I didn’t! I saw it but I didn’t mean to! I left that part blank!” Shingyoshi protested. Misu turned to face him. “Even if you really mean that who’d believe you?” Shingyoshi looked down breaking eye-contact , “Why did you stay quiet about it, then?” He asked. “I didn’t really.” Misu answered wanting to see how far the young boy would go to make things right. “I’m off to report it now.” He headed towards the exit but stopped when he heard the plea again. “Um please don’t tell!” Shingyoshi ran in front of Misu and bowed low. “I’m begging you!” Misu looked amused. This boy really was desperate. “I want to enroll n this school no matter what.” Shingyoshi said keeping his head down. “I-“ he was cut off by the sobs that were threatening to escape from his throat. Misu smirked deciding enough was enough. He had teased the kid enough to satisfy his amusement. “I was kidding.” He then proceeded to fulfill the boy’s wish, “’Mi’ is the character for ‘three and ‘su’ is like “Nakasu’. That’s how you write ‘Misu’” He watched as Shingyoshi raised his head up and finally made eye contact. “My first name, I’ll tell you when you get into Shidou.” Considering Shingyoshi had freely admitted he liked him Misu decided to give him a little motivation to work harder tp get into the school.” He placed a hand on Shingyoshi’s scruffy hair and looked him in the eye. “Stupid crybaby.” With that he headed out of the cafeteria with one thought in mind, find out more about this Shingyoshi Kanemitsu and see if he was Shidou Academy material. One thing was for sure if Shingyoshi did enroll and Misu saw him on a regular basis, Shidou Academy would never be the same and neither would he.

Summary: Izaya is in love with Shizuo, the only person that hurts him, that can turn his world upide down. But what will Shizuo's reaction be when during a fight, Izaya lets out his true feelings? Status: Completed --------------------------------------- 「As long as I can remember He has been the object of my hatred, for how could I ever feel something different for someone who was not even worth to be called a human? He was an animal, a violent and uncontrollable animal. No worth being loved, not by me, not by anyone... He's so different from the humans I love... They are so simple, so easy to predict and to control. I love them, I love them all, despite all the times they have hurt me, despite all the times they have done me any harm... But with Him, it's so different! With Him my whole world gets turned upside down, one little word makes my knees to fold, one little smile gives me a strange tingling in my stomach... Why...? Why is it only His harsh words which feels, why do I want to break into pieces when I get struck by his rough comments? Is it because he is the only one who is different from the rest, because he is the only black sheep in the meadow? Why do I always want to be by his side, why do I lust for his caress so desperately? Why did my feelings change into these?」 A furious cry forced away his thoughts. "I-za-ya!" It was him... A deep blush spread across Izayas cheeks. 「Breath, try to focus! Don't let Him see through you, don't let him know about your true feelings...」 He pulled himself together quickly and let a big grin spread across his face when he turned around to face his love-object. "Ah, Shizu-chan... What a surprise!" He smiled towards the blonde man which had shouted his name. A growling sound rose from Shizuos throat as he tore up a lamppost and threw it against Izaya with an inhumane strength and power. The lamppost passed a few inches from Izayas head. "I told you to stay away from Ikebokuro! Disappear!" The anger in Shizuos voice could be heard from miles away, not that it bothered Izaya. It didn't bother him at all, at least not on the outside of his hard shell. Izayas grin became wider. "I can't stay away from all these people, from all these wonderful, pathetic people..." 「That's not true! But the truth would make You avoid me, make You hate me even more... I can't possibly say that You're the one I can't stay away from...」 Izaya backed of when a wending machine came flying towards him, he swallowed hard in the shelter of the big iron machine when he realised that it had landed where he for only a moment ago had been standing. He let his pocket knife slide down in his hand from it's hiding place in his jacket sleeve before he took a step forward. Only a few seconds afterward he rushed towards Shizuo with a drawn blade. His eyes radiated a cold and murderous rage, but they were also filled with a bitter, wounded expression. 「I want You to suffer as much as I'm suffering... I want to see Your face twisted in pain, fear and grief...」 A flick with the wrist was all that was needed for Izaya to feel how the blade slid across Shizuos chest. Blood trickled down from the open wound. "Tch..." Izaya stepped back. "I missed..." He let his gaze slide over the blade before he licked up the red liquid that accumulated on it. 「This is the closest I can get, the closest that I ever will get...」 Shizuos furious roar gave him goose-bumps. "I... I-za-ya! Die, die, die... DIE!" He dashed towards Izaya. "Watch it..." The bartender-like figure chased after Izaya... Their daily game of cat and mouse through Ikebokuro had began. 「I love you... I love you...」 The words was repeating themselves in Izayas head, echoing... 「I love you... I love you... I love...」 The words true meaning dawned on Izaya, as if a lightning bolt had struck from a crystal clear sky. His feelings... His hidden feelings was shouted out in his mind, louder and louder. Suddenly he felt how a hand took hold of him and how his body was pressed against a wall. 「I love you... I love you...」 "I love you..." The shocking expression on Shizuos face made him realize that he had said the words out loud. His face became flushed. "Ah! Ehm... I mean..." Izaya avoided to meet Shizuos glance and tears began to fill his eyes. He felt how Shizuos grip around his hands became looser. Shizuos former tense attitude was softened and left him completely relaxed. 「Wh... Why is he still here?! Why ain't he avoiding me!?」 Izayas eyes widened sharply when a pair of soft lips was pressed against his. 「Wha... What!?」 He tried to resist, in vain... "Hnn... Stop... Please stop..." He received no response from Shizuo, the only noticeable difference was that the earlier emotionless kisses grew more and more passionate, like if Shizuo released his barrier... 「Why?! Why is he kissing me when he doesn't have any feelings for me?!」 It almost felt like if Shizuo had read his thoughts. "Don't believe that everybody is beasts who's unable to feel emotions, that only wants to take advantage of you..." His tone was fierce, Shizuo was apparently annoyed. But Izaya knew that there was something more behind his appearance. Once more did Shizuos lips touch Izayas. A light caress on his cheek, down his chest. The long awaited caress broke through Izayas bullet-proof glass-cage. The passionate kisses became even more intense than before. 「All of me if being filled with lust, the desires takes over all my senses.」 Izaya almost believed that he would drown in his enormous lust, in his desires. "Shizuo... Please stop... I can't take anymore..." Never before had he felt so aroused as in that particular moment, never had he ever wished that someone else would touch him, not in the way he in that moment was caressed. But at the same time a voice in his head started to whisper to him. 「"He will leave you when He is done. When His desires are soothed He will treat you like He normally does. You will be hated again once more... For how could anybody love someone like you? Do you really believe in that crap?!"」 Izayas thoughts scared him, made his eyes become filled with tears. He pushed away Shizuo and turned around. "I'm sorry... I can't do this..." He ran away and left a confused Shizuo behind. 「I can't trust him, nor anyone else... Why can't I give him a chance?」 Izaya opened the door and walked out on the rooftop, he was alone... 「Why does the voice in my head say that it's no idea, that I'm bound to fail? Am I really sentenced to always walk alone? Doomed to never feel joy or happiness? My heart wants to refuse, trust Him and stay by His side... But it's already to late... The victor is already decided, it has since long been the voice in my mind, and without power over my own thoughts I am doomed to walk in a constant darkness. A darkness so deep, so unbelievable bottomless that it's tearing on my power to live, on my lust for life... The only thing I'm still certain on is my feelings for Him, the invincible feelings of missing Him... Should I had written a letter, said goodbye?」 The tears ran down Izayas cheeks. In a moment it all would be over... He looked out over the roof-edge, into the abyss that opened up for him. "Shizuo... I'm sorry and farewell... I really love you..." He swallowed hard, on step into the empty air would make him forget, make him disappear. He made himself ready, gathered the courage to take his own life... Two strong arms embraced him. "Please, don't do it... Don't leave me alone... I need you!" Shizuo spoke with a low, hoarse voice and Izaya felt how he trembled. His shoulder got wet, wet of what? 「Is he crying? Is he crying because of me?」 Izaya turned around and looked up in Shizuos face, He actually cried... Shizuo looked so vulnerable, his face was twisted in fear and sorrow... "Don't leave me... Stay with me! Don't disappear... Not now when my feelings finally are answered..." A shocked Izaya pushed him away... "Do... Don't lie! I know that you're lying! There is no-one who like me, even less loves me! What are you really after?!" Izayas voice cracked, it sounded like he was a teenage boy in the middle of puberty, when he screamed out his frustrated thoughts. "Money? A better reputation? To hurt me!?" His tear-filled eyes widened sharply when Shizuo stepped forward and pulled Izaya towards him, held him close. "I get if you're not trusting me... But I promise and swear that my feelings are no lie! My feelings for you are real! The only thing I'm after, and always have been after is you! Ever since we first met it has been you... I can't live without you, not anymore!" Izaya nodded silently, all of his suspicions had been blown away... But the will to live on were gone since long... "I... I can't continue like this, I can't live my life in darkness anymore... I'm sorry Shizuo..." Izaya slowly took small steps toward the edge. "Don't leave me alone! Izaya!" Shizuo took two long steps and pulled Izaya close. "If you can't stay, then take me with you! Don't just leave me behind! I love you, until death do us part..." Shizuos voice was trembling when he whispered his feelings into Izayas ear. "And, I love you... In this life and every life after this..." Izaya pressed his lips against Shizuos, it was their last kiss... "I couldn't possibly wish for more than this..." Izaya whispered before he took the last small step... Shizuo threw himself after him and the both clung to each other as they fell towards the ground, towards their death...

Summary: A story about two characters who are usually pushed aside. Status: Complete Author's Note: I wrote this without ever reading the manga and just watching the movies [thus the banner] so please excuse me. Enjoy, please! The empty lunchroom was nice, a bit of a relief to anybody. A lunchroom all to oneself seemed like just one of those gifts life just sends you. So Toshihisa used it to buy lunch and then sleep. “Toshihisa-san?” There was a gentle hand shaking his shoulder. “Toshihisa-san?” Toshihisa opened his eyes slowly. Looking up, Akaike smiled down at him. “Oh, Akaike-kun.” Toshihisa sat at attention. “Sorry, I...I was just...how long have you been there?” “Not any longer than you've been asleep.” The discipline master joked. “If you're so tired, why don't you go sleep in your room?” Toshihisa worried over his lip. “I can't.” he blushed when Akaike just kept staring at him. “Takumi...we're supposed to meet up after his date with Gii.” “Ah, I see.” Akaike walked around, sitting across Toshihisa. “So you like Hayama, Toshihisa-san?” He was pouting as he nodded. “I didn't want to. But to say 'good luck' when he's going on a date...I'm not too sure I can do that.” Akaike nodded. He had raised his mug of coffee to his lip when, “Ne, Akaike-kun, do you like Gii-san?” Akaike coughed to cover the surprise at such a question. Toshihisa blushed, shooting up and bowing to apologize. “I'm sorry! Just...forget I asked.” “It's fine. It's fine.” Akaike erased the apology with a wave of his hand. He put his coffee down, leaning in across the table. “Where did you get that idea?” Toshihisa sat back down. “It's just...you and Gi-san are such good friends and...you're always joking around, like how Gii-san is with Takumi. so I thought..and I'm sorry.” Akaike smiled. His gaze moved downward, staring into his coffee. “We met in middle school, right before Shidou. Back then, all out friendship was was purely professional – friends for the benefits of our parents' companies. But...I went through school and I've never meant anybody who cared so little and so much about his future at the same time. Gii...he didn't care what his father thought of his actions – he did what was enjoyable for him and yet, he always worked so hard for the sake of his father's company. I've never seen a contradiction so big and popular like Saki Giichi.” Akaike sighed, taking one long sip from the cooling coffee. “But even in Junior High, Gii was crazy for Hayama. He would go on and on about 'the troubled violinist' he saw at his friend's concert if someone gave him the opening. Before Shidou, I actually didn't believe he was real – that Gii had exaggerated a musician he had seen. But my first year, he pointed him out, Hayama, and...I knew.” Akaike took one long sip. “I knew that I'd never have a chance.” “Akaike-kun.” Toshihisa was shocked; he never knew there was so much depth to the discipline master. Akaike laughed, looking up to Toshihisa. “In simple words, Toshihisa-san, yes. I do like Gii.” Toshihisa flushed in shame, looking down at his place. Neither said anything for a long while. Suddenly, Akaike noticed Toshihisa was crying. “Toshihisa-san?” “It's not fair. Gii's supposed to be so smart. How come he never notices. Why...” he pouted further and his voice got louder. “Why is it always him?! What's so great about him, anyway? He's just rich...and good-looking...and nice, and smart, and...and...and...I'm just...” The crying had taken over and Toshihisa wasn't yelling anymore. Akaike, well, he was quite surprised at Toshihisa's outburst. While he kept his envy of Hyama hidden beneath friendship, Toshihisa – he saw it in everything Gii did. Akaike smiled, standing. Toshihisa could only cry and that was okay. He didn't see Akaike round the table till the discipline master was turning his head upwards. “They say whenever a door closes, somewhere a window opens.” And with his hand on his chin, Akaike leaned down to kiss his surprised mouth. The kiss was all on Akaike's side (Toshihisa was just too surprised to respnse.) It was simple, chaste, and gentle. Akaike pulled away after a few moments and gave Toshihisa one last smile before leaving the cafeteria. Toshihisa watched him go, eyes wde to encompass of Akaike-kun's form. A tentative hand reached up his mouth, fingertips scattering those kissed lips. Well, that certainly was a window.

Summary: Ren is the king at school and Sora is the new student. Ren is a heartbreaker. After a kiss in the toproof, they start being friends. Is it the same for Sora? Status: Discontinued Hi~~ this is the first chapter of my new BL story. I'm really excited because I've been wanting to write something like this and with the amazing weather lately, I've been inspired so much, by the sky. :33 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was bored kissing her. As she made all the movements, he was unfazed and mechanically sucking her face. He couldn't feel any emotion in these kisses, and neither could she. "Kamiya-kun, what's wrong?" Kamiya Ren's girlfriend, Miho asked. She had this blank look at why Ren had pulled away so suddenly. In response to Miho's innocent confusion, all he could do was just turn away. Ren didn't want Miho to see him in his troubled state, it would worry her too much, and that means she would make a big deal out of it. "Ah it's nothing Miho..." "That's what you said last time and the time before!" Ren snapped his head back in place. "Kamiya-kun, whenever you're with me, you feel so disconnected... Do you love me Kamiya?" "......" Ren had never thought about that. Did he even like her? She was the one who confessed, and he was the one to blindly accept. The silence was overpowering both of them. Miho's flushed face started to become damp with tears, and Ren could only just watch her. "You're so cold Kamiya-kun! I'll come back when you learn to have feelings!" Miho ran away from Ren's school hideout and he just took out his cigarettes. "Tsk.. Girls are so bothersome" He exhaled while bringing his unlit cigarette to his lips. When being a second-year, there's not a worry in the world for Kamiya Ren. His father's wealthy company will surely become his, and his godlike face and body will bring any girl down to her knees, but is that what Ren really wants? He just looked up at the pure blue sky, not a hazy cloud in sight. "Since when was the sky this blue...?" -------- "EH?! SENSEI, THERE'S A NEW STUDENT?!" The girls in Ren's class squealed. His eyes flickered up to the sound of new. Was it a girl? Was she cute? Ren dated more than half the girls in his school, the most attractive to the most popular. Rumor says that he'll date any girl who asks, but it never lasts over a month. He was bored with the familiar faces of his school, so he always went for the new ones. "Settle down class, the new student is making their way here soon." Sensei said fixing his glasses. "Sensei, do you know if it's a boy or a girl? We really wanna know~." The girls went on. Sensei sighed defeat and sat down by his desk awaiting the arrival of the new student. Suddenly the class got loud with enthusiasm. Ren turned to the window and looked at the sky. There was this one lonely cloud just roaming by itself. There was no sign of any other cloud, just that one drifting away on its own. "...Kinda reminds me of myself." Ren whispered under his breath. Suddenly, the door slid open fiercely and the class suddenly got quiet. The loud steps went towards the front of the room and everyone was mesmerized, even Ren. Though, he was not mesmerized by the figure standing in front of the classroom, he watched as the cloud had split into two. And it was sailing away with its partner. "My name is Ohtani Sora and I'm the new student so quit whining." The student spat. "Sora... That means sky..." Ren said to himself. "What the hell did you say?! Are you making fun of my name?!" Sora scoffed directly at Ren. Ren finally turned his head to look at Sora. This guy was no girl. And he didn't look like any ordinary guy. His hair was bleached platinum blonde and his eyes were blue. Ren couldn't take his eyes off him. "Of course I am, I expected you to be some cute girl with that name, but you don't seem cute, I don't know about being a girl though..." Ren said indifferently. His monotone voice made girls put their heads down. Not only was Ren expecting eye-candy, but that would mean that he would be taken once again, and that would break the hearts of every girl in the school. The thought of that put half the girls in tears. The boys however, started laughing their ass off, Ren always came off as the nonchalant funny. He could say the funniest things and keep a serious face. "What's your name, eh? Thinking you're so cool, who do you think you are?" "I think I'm Kamiya Ren." Ren sighed, putting his feet up on his desk. Sora was fascinating to him. He could stare at Sora for hours. At his eyes. The sound of Ren saying his own name made the girls jump out of their seats. "K-KAMIYA REN?! So the rumors are true, you are the cold pretty boy every girl in our town is fawning over..." Sora flashes a smirk and stares at Ren directly in the eyes. Ren stays unfazed, but he feels the tension built between them. Chuckling, he licks his lips and turns to the closest girl to him and kisses her on the cheek and caresses her face, looks up at Sora and gives him a wicked smile. The girls in the class started to yell and started the waterworks of crying. Ren just leaned back and enjoyed the show. The girls went up to that one innocent girl and they tried to wipe Ren's saliva off of her cheek. "I'm leaving Fuji-sensei. I'm bored." Ren says nonchalantly walking out of the classroom. Sensei couldn't do anything about it because Ren's father donates more than half of the school funds, which makes Ren the king of the school. People say that his knowledge, looks and wealth, is the reason why he's so popular, and why every girl would claw their way into Ren's heart. Sora sliped out of the chaotic classroom and followed Ren while staying unnoticed... Or so he thought. "I know you're there Ohtani." Ren said without even turning back. "I'm going to my hideout, if you wanna join." Obediently, Sora followed in silence until they reached their destination. The rooftop that's restricted to all students... Except Ren. He slid down the barrier and lit up a cigarette. "You want?" "Nah, I'm good." Sora slid down beside him and they just looked up at the sky in silence. "Why were you named Sora?" "My mom says it's 'cause of my eyes." "You half-Japanese?" "Yeah. You don't look full Japanese either." "Yeah, my mom's Polish. That's where my brown hair comes from." Ren chuckles. They return to silence while staring at the sky. "...Yo, I have a question..." "Shoot." "Okay... Why are all these girls after you? I mean, why are you so famous?" Ren lowered his head staring at Sora's serious face. He looked a little cute to Ren despite being a boy. "I don't even know, honestly. I'm so apathetic and boring, there's nothing to like about me other than my face." "I agree.... Whoa, is it just me or did the sky just randomly get so blue... And look at those two clouds.. They looks so lonely..." Sora laughed to himself like he was crazy. Ren could only stare in astonishment. He thought he was the one who was crazy. What are the odds of someone pointing out the same things you did by yourself. By impulse, Ren took his cigarette from his mouth and stared at Sora. The wind blew the hair revealing Sora's cheeks and neck. Ren put his hand on Sora's cheek without thinking, and he gently caressed the pale skin. Sora stared at Ren with absolute disbelief. Ren's fingers slowly made their way down to Sora's neck where he grabbed and pulled him closer. Sora's eyes widened and his pale cheeks flushed into redness, this only fueled Ren's impulses. He thought Sora was unbelievably cute at this moment, and for the first time. He leaned in, and kissed him. Ren was actually initiating it, guiding Sora. Sora's tense body suddenly relaxed as he was melted by Ren's kiss. The two clouds disappeared from sight and all that was left was the glistening sun and the mesmerizing blue sky. Ren finally became conscious and shoved Sora away. Sora started chuckling away his flushed face and the tears in his eyes. "So, the legendary Kamiya Ren is queer, huh?" He laughed even harder now. "I'm not." Ren said bluntly. His eyes relaxed and the tense muscles in his body relaxed. The heat of exhilaration left his joints and he was back to his apathetic self. "Then why did you kiss me, huh? I'm not gay if that's what you thought." "Sorry you just looked as cute as a girl for a second." Ren said sarcastically. He put his head down and returned the abandoned cigarette into his mouth. "Don't do that again, man. That stuff's bad for my rep, you know." Sora laughed. Ren laughed too with his honest laugh that was dusty, he hadn't actually laughed in forever. "This is the most I've spoken in, probably, my whole life." "Oi, you're depressing you know that? Quit it! You sound like an old man. We're young, we should be blabbering our mouths off like idiots." Sora laughed. And again, Ren laughed too. The sky looked brighter than any day for Ren, and maybe Sora too.

Summary: Aaron has liked Farrent for a while, the day he's pushed my his friend Emily to talk to him, he discovers there's someone else. But destiny has decided another thing for them. Status: Discontinued This is the first BL fiction that I wrote. Base on true story between my colleague. I do had permission to write this. If it's any similar story from the other story,it was accidently. My best friend told me everything about his love life. so,I write it down and share with yaoi lover here. I just determined to post,it's not a good fiction. Sorry for my bad English, I just use the simple words. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Raining Boy I The senior class of L.A.B High School only had a month left of school. Just wait for graduation, all examination finished. Time to relax, but they have so many free activities after all. Farrent, 18 is the most popular person in the school. He was a leader of Basketball team, of course because his ability he had that position. Aaron, 16 and his best friend Emily walk through the corridor. They heard a noise sound of singing and yelling from the cheerleaders’ team. They go quickly into the club and find a seat. Aaron was carefully watching every movement of Farrent's body. With chin lean on his both hands, he muttered “Nice movement.” “What a nice movement?” Emily asked. “Oh... I talk about dancing.” He answered. “Yeah, I think so. I know you really like dancing, don't you? Why don't you join in that cheerleader club? Ha Ha...” Emily said. “It's not funny...do you think they will be accepting me in their group huh..?” Aaron quick answer. “Why not? You just so pretty like them...your body is…ugh…” Emily explained. “I am...” He looks sarcastic to Emily. “OK...OK...don't look at me that way! So scared.” Emily's joking. Both of them continued watching. Aaron used to be a dancer since in Elementary School. He loves it so much. A match almost finish, Host team had four points left. All team was doing their best to catch up the scores. And finally, scores is equal. Competition is finish after umpire whistle sound out. Both of team had same strength. Even in exhausted condition, Farrent always smile and looks so cool. Once, he glances at Aaron. Why not, Aaron had a pretty face, whoever seen his face will be stand. And now, Farrent stand at his face and smile. Emily glare at him,”Aaron...your face turning red.” “Really? N...no...” Aaron gasped. “Yeah...why don't you meet him?” Emily asked. “No, thanks.’’ He answered. “Are you sure? Since you are in this school, I know you like him. You can't hide it from me. We've been together since in Playgroup...I know you very well. If you don't tell him the truth, you will lose him.” Emily explained to ensure Aaron feelings. “But...what I have to say Emily? It's no point, he don't even know me.” “That's OK my beautiful Prince, first open conversation...greet and congratulate him on his fluent competition!” Emily suggested. “Hmm....OK then. But I feel nervous, never talk with him.” “Go on! It's time.” Emily pushes Aaron to downstairs. He wants to open his mouth...but he feels embarrassed. He bit his index finger nail. “Hmm...Hey, I just want to say__, ah...you look so great in the game.” Aaron bumbled. “Oh…Thanks’...what was your name?” he asked “Aaron...” he quick answered. “Oh...thank you Aaron.” Farrent repeat. “You're well__” a big yawn interrupted his sentence. “Farrent...your Chicky Darling is waiting.” “Yeah, thanks’ Max...just a minute.” Farrent shouted and back to Aaron face. “Oh...Chicky Darling.” Aaron said with angered smiles. “Ah...Yeah. He is my closed friend such as my brother.” Farrent explained. “I see...” Aaron said. “OK then, I got a go...I'll see you next time. Bye...” Farrent twinkle his eye. “I'll see you Farrent. Bye...”Aaron moaned with hoped. Emily comes close to Aaron. “He seems...he gave you a green light.” Emily nodding her head “Oh, really?” “Why you looked not happy?” Emily asked. “Nope, I am happy...this is my first time I meet and talk with him. Of course I'm happy.” He said. “Then...what you worried about?” Emily asked again. “He had a Chicky Darling...” He mocks. “Huh...what the heck Chicky Darling? Emily wrinkled. “Sssstt...You spoke to loud; his friend will hear our conversation.” “Yeah, OK...” Emily looked around. “Chicky Darling is his friend...but they are like brothers.” “Oh...I think his boyfriend, so...you don't need to worry!” Emily suggested. “Yeah...you always right” Aaron smiles. “Yes...go Aaron, don't give up to finding your love!” Emily claps her hands to gives him a spirit. Chicky Darling (Yohanes, 18) was Farrent closed friend. He treated Yohanes like his real brother. He was very take care of him. There was a reason why. His father helped him once, when he almost die. But that was a long time ago, since kid. Farrent seat beside him and look at his face that not smiles at all. He notices that Farrent was with Aaron after the game. He opens his shoes with sour face. “What's the matter Yo?” Farrent asked. “I just got swollen on my big toe.” Yo answered. “Let's me see! Oh...that's right, a bit swollen & turning blue. Just a minute! I will get a compress.” “Hmmm...” Yo said without looking at Farrent. In a minute Farrent came back with the stuff on his hands. Farrent put a potion on and wrapping his big toe with a small tiny cloth. “OK...done. Can you walk?” Farrent asked. “Can, but...” He quiets a moment. “Could you carry me? Please!” He requested. Farrent smiled. “Yeah, everything for you. Where do you want to go my Chicky Darling?” He asked while he put Yo on his back. “Get the car. I want to go home. I want you going home with me! Leave your big motorbike here, tomorrow you can take it. You should drop to my house first! Later on, my driver will take you home.” He said near Farrent ear. “Alright...at the same time I want to visit your parents.” Farrent gasped. “Of course they will be so happy to see you.” Aaron was waiting his father to pick him up. He saw Farrent and exactly with Yohanes on his back. He walk trough in front of the school building. He knows Aaron was there, he tried to get closer. “Where are you going Farrent? My driver was in that side, not there.” Yo instructions “Yeah, I know...I just want to meet him.” Farrent glare at where Aaron was standing. “Who?” Yo asked. “Never mind!” Farrent reach the car. “Here we go...” Farrent put Yohanes down and get him into the car. Yo looked at Farrent with curious. “Thanks’...Yo said. Farrent smiles and glance to Aaron once. Finally they reach Yohanes house. “Mom...” Yo called his mother. “Yes honey...Oh, Farrent...How odd you came.” They are hugging. His mother seems happy to have Farrent in their house. It's been more than a year he never visit this family's house. “I am sorry Aunty; I've been very busy this year.” Farrent explained. “That's OK dear' I'm happy you looks good. Put on weight yaw?” “No...I mean, yes... a bit only.” They all laugh. “OK, take your time dear! I got a go...” She said. “Oh yes, of course...” He said. “You have to come again next time if you're not busy! Yo was never go anywhere since you're not come here at all. He's so sad you know.” She chuckled. “Mo....m...” Yo said. “Yes, I will.” Farrent said and smiles at Yo. His mother brushed Yo's hair and gone. “Don't be at home too late Mom...!” Yo shouted when his mother disappear. “Take me to my room farrent!” He asked. Farrent carry him again to his room. “This room stills the same, never changed.” Farrent eyes observed his room. “Yeah, it's like you and me...” Yo said. “That's right...we will be friends forever, never changed.” Farrent looks toward him. “You now Farrent, I love you so much.” “I know that, I love you too...but only as a friend, we are brothers...not more.” Farrent explained while both of his hands hold Yo's shoulder. Yohanes bow his head and looks upset, almost tearing. “Hey... my Chikcy Darling.” He took Yo's hands. “Why do you look so upset? I'm not Gonne leave you or forget you. I'm still here with you, don't be afraid! I'm your brother.” But still, Yohanes felt so pain when he heard that words... (Only friends, only brothers...not more than that). He cried on Farrent chest. “Ssstt...Don’t cry! Hey...” Farrent hold his face with both hands. He smile and kiss his brow. Yo look at him and want to kiss his lips, but farrent avoided. “Why Farrent...? Why you don't__” Yo asked. “I can't Yo; please...don't force me...! OK...” He said. Yo stand up from the bed and turn his body from him. He wants to run but his toe still paint. So he fell down. Farrent want to help him but he doesn't want. “I can do it myself.” He admits. “Now...go! Farrent still stood behind his back. “Go..! He repeated. Farrent walked through the door and Yo's driver offer assistance to take him home, but he doesn't want. He walked alone on the empty road with too much thinking on his head. He screamed and confused, he doesn’t know what supposed to do. He loves Yo so much, but not that way.At the same time, Aaron pass by in the same way. “Oh dad...Could you stop and goes back a little please!” “Yes, what's the matter?” His father asked. “I think I saw him...I mean my friend.” Aaron said. “Here we go.” His father said. Aaron opened the car's window,” Hi Farrent...” “Oh... Hi, Aaron.” “Where are you going? You just get home with your CD (Chicky Darling).”He said. “Yeah, well...I just from his house.” He looks confused. “Ok, let's go into the car!” Aaron asked! “Thanks’...” He gets in the car and say hello to his father. Aaron excuse to his father to seat at the back with him. His father just smiles, He was know what happened with his son. Lovely father... “Where would you like to go Farrent?” Aaron asked “Can you ask your father to bring me back to the school? I want to take my bike.” Farrent whispered. “Dad...Could you bring us back to the school?” Aaron asked. “Hmm...Why?” His father asked. “I want to take my bike.”Farrent said. “Oh...Yes son, never mind...it's not so far away, but I have an appointment soon. That's the problem.” “That's OK dad...I’ll be back home with him.” Aaron said. “OK then...don't go anywhere! Cause your Mom is waiting for this things.” His father passes the small bag to Aaron. “Alright dad...” Aaron said. “Thanks’ sir…” Farrent said. They get out from the car and his father gone. Farrent asked Aaron to wait outside when he take his big motorbike. A minute later he came with his bike. Aaron feel so nervous, he never dreams that will be ride together with him. “Let's go ..!” Farrent asked. “Oh yes.” He gets on the bike and then goes. Aaron smile happiness. Slowly his hands wrapped around Farrent waist and hold so tightly. Farrent also felt comfortable with that. Aaron was the second person who has been gets a ride with him after Yohanes. But this is the first time he looks happier with. He forgot about what happened just now with CD. Poor CD… The next day, Farrent go to Yo’s house early morning. He just wants to check whether he alright or not. He knocks the door and his mother opened the door. “Hey dear…what happen you came so early, Yo still in his room, I think he not feeling well. You can go into his room, the door it’s not locked.” She holds Farrent’s back. “Thanks’…” Farrent smiled. He opened the door and found him sleeping on his dream. He watched him in every breath. He brushes his hair and feels so sorry. Finally, Yo’s eyes are open. “What are you doing here?” Yo asked. “I just want to know that you’re alright…because I made you cry yesterday.” “I’m OK…you see this? I’m really OK…” He pretends. “No…you’re not. Please Yo…! Please understand me! I really care of you. But I don’t want to hurt you.” “Promise me! You wouldn’t leave me alone here…whoever it’s your partner later, I want you to spend your time with me too. I know you first; I want you to be mine.” “I’m yours…Your brother forever.” Farrent smiled. “OK…my brother, I love you.” They’re hugging. Yohanes smiles in desperate face. His body getting warm. He was not feeling well. He had a disease concern. But Farrent never know that. “Oh…Yo, Your nose is bleeding. What happen to you?” Farrent worried. “That does OK…don’t be panic! I just feel cold.” “OK, take my jacket on…” Farrent put his jacket to wrapped Yo’s body and covering him with the blanket too. “Thanks’ Farrent…I hope you’ll be happy with him.” “Ah…? Whose you mean?” “That boy…I was seen you with him after the game, that’s why I asked Max to call you...” He smiles jealous. “OK, don’t think about that! Now, get rest!” Farrent asked. “Hmm…” Farrent kiss his forehead and go. It’s like the day before; the school was very busy with full activities toward the vacation time. Aaron was following the poetry and fast reading competition. Emily always gives him a support. When she watching the poetry competition, suddenly Farrent seat next to her. “Hey…when is Aaron turn.” He asked. “After two participant finish, then him.” She smiled. “Oh…Ok…” “Emily…I want to ask you. What was he really liked?” “What do you mean? Drinks? Foods? Places? Or…?” She asked. “Whatever…” He said. “He likes you…” She said and claps his hands when Aaron’s names are mention. Farrent smiles like a crazy cute boy. He was listening very carefully every word that Aaron shouted. He smiles and gives him big claps. Aaron goes to the back stage and Farrent came over, Emily was followed. “Hey Aaron, nice voice and emotions…” He said. “Thanks’ Farrent.” “Oh, Aaron…I will go to the cafeteria with Mark and he will bring me home after school.” “OK Emily, enjoy you’re date!” “Thanks’ Aaron, bye…Farrent.” Emily said. “Bye Emily…” Farrent said and back to Aaron’s face. “Do you have time after school? I will bring you to my favorite place.” “Hum…” He nodded. “OK then, see you soon.” Farrent said. “See you.” Aaron was so happy, he was thinking that Farrent will date him, what his thinking is dismissed; the jury was calling his name. He had a second position on poetry competition. Farrent was waiting for him in front of the school. He gets ready with his bike. Aaron comes a bit running. “Sorry for waiting.” “That’s Ok…Let’s go!” Farrent asked. Aaron smiles and get on the bike in hurry, with both hands around Farrent’s waist. “Yes…I’m ready.” He said. They both go to the Buyan Lake that Farrent really loves. It’s quiet far to reach that place. But they’re really enjoyed that small trip. After one and half hours of ride, they arrive at that place. It’s cloudy, very dark sky… “Oh…it’s not a good whether now. It’s very dark here and cold.” Farrent said. “Wow…that’s OK…as long as with you, I am really happy. This place is incredible…beautiful.” Aaron feels the winds while he closed his eyes. The smooth cold lips touch his cheek. And he opened his eyes, Farrent face was closed to him. He smiles embarrassed. Farrent grabbed him and hugging so tightly. He took Aaron chin and kissing him so gentle on the lips. Aaron response his kissed. They both smile. “Aaron…would you like to be mine?” Farrent asked. “Hum…” He nodded and agrees. “I love you…” Farrent whisper and smiled. I love you more Farrent.” Aaron replied and Farrent kiss him again. Rain is coming…Aaron was the person who is really like raining. He loves that…This is the exact time for Farrent to bring him there. “Oh…I love this raining Farrent, Thanks’ for bring me here.” Aaron said. “Really… Why you liked it? “I don’t know, I just like it since kid.” “We have to find a shade place…over there. If not we’ll get sick.” Farrent showed the small coffee shop. “OK…let’s go there!” They both go to that small shop and sit there. “Do you want to have a cup of tea babe?” Farrent pokes his nose. Aaron was shy with the other people next to him, while Farrent just to be honest with. “Yes please! Hot one.” He asked “Walter…gives us two cups of tea.” He asked. “Oh…you now that man?” Aaron asked. “Yes, I always came here. I know this place very well…next time, I’ll bring you to climb the hill, and it’s so beautiful up there” He explained. “Oh…really? I would love it” Aaron smiled and looks into Farrent pocket. His phone was ringing. “Hello aunty…” He just carefully listens to Yo’s mother in the phone. He shut the phone and he looks so sad. “What’s the matter Farrent?” “Yohanes is in hospital.” “Huh…what happen with him? We have to come back soon…Come on Far__” His mouth was stop by Farrent index finger. “I just want to be with you a little more.” “This is more important, your CD was in hospital. He might be waiting for your visit. We come here again next time.” Aaron explained. “But it’s still raining. I don’t want you to get sick as well.” “That’s OK…don’t you remember that I loves raining?” Farrent take a deep breath.“OK then…let’s go.” They both just arrive in the hospital. Farrent asked the receptionist hospital where is Yohanes’s room. They go to his room. Aaron just waiting outside, he won’t to bother him. Yo’s father was inside the room. “How is he Uncle Jo?” He asked. “He needs a little rest. He’s OK…don’t worry!” His father brushes his back. “That’s good.” “You’re friend is outside, ask him to come in! I need to go home to pick up your aunty.” Yo’s father walk through the door then goes. “Farrent…” Yo called. “Yes…are you alright? What happen to you?” Farrent can’t stay the tears out. “I’m OK…” He wiped Farrent cheek. “Where do you go Farrent?” He asked. “I went to Buyan Lake.” “With him?” “Yeah, He is waiting outside.” “Let him in, I want to see him.” He requested. “OK…” Farrent open the door and look at Aaron. “Come Aaron! He wants to meet you.” “Hum…” Aaron stands up and goes into Yohanes room. “Hey Yohanes…How are you?” “Not bad…” Yo answered. “OK…what you gonna say Yo?” Farrent asked. “Oh, I just want to say thanks’ to you Aaron. Now…Farrent already have you. He will forget me. He will not hang out with me anymore. He just come back to me little while,…and he will go again.” “Don’t speak again Yo!” Farrent took his hand. “Don’t you remember that I said this morning? I’ll be here with you.” “No…you go only with him, you don’t even tell me…at least, give me a call. You’re mine.” “Stop Yo…! Aaron leave the room without any excuse…he run away…and Farrent come after him. “Wait…waits…Aaron!” He grabbed Aaron’s hand. “Don’t go! At least, wait for me…I will go with you. This is just the beginning. I’ll try to explain with him. Don’t worry! Babe…” Aaron smile and hug. “I don’t want to release you. I love you so much when the first glance. I just have you a few hours ago. I won’t let you go.“ “Yeah, I know…I notice that. I love you babe…” He smile and kiss Aaron forehead.“ Now, come to Yohanes room…I don’t feel good when his parents reach hospital without us.” “Hum…” They both back to Yo’s room. They find Yohanes cried. He cried and looks into Aaron’s face. Aaron hiding behind Farrent’s back. “That’s OK…” Farrent took Aaron’s right waist. He gets closer to Yohanes. He brushes his soft hair. “Yo…you have to understand us! Come on Yo…don’t be childish!” “Yeah…I’m sorry, I know you’re happy with him…more than with me. I will try to understand as much as I can. Even I feel hurt…but I’m happy to have you as my brother. I have to accept that. You never leave me before you meet him. I guess, he is the right person to you. Sorry Farrent, because I love you so much…I don’t want you to be with the other guy. I’m really sorry…” “Ssshh…don’t speak too much! You have to get rest…You’re my brother forever. Now…smile my Chicky Darling!” Yohanes looks even more bitter. Aaron was watching them. In a few minutes his parents coming. “OK Yo…I will go home now.” Farrent said. “OK…take care!” “You too” “Thanks’ Aaron…next time, we hang out together.” Yohanes asked. “OK.” Aaron said. “Take care Farrent…and you son.” His mother said. “Thank you, bye…” Farrent said. They walked together to the parking area. Farrent hold Aaron’s hand tightly. Seems he won’t let it go. -this is just the beginning-

Summary: Shingyouji's parents just divorced and he is depressed because none of them is fighting for him, but will Misu confort him? Status: Complete ----------------------- Shingyouji couldn’t even feel his body. He saw his arm fall, his keitai blaring the disconnected sound over and over. His face, for the longest time, was frozen in shock. He could feel the tears, finally, in his eyes. His lower lip was trembling and in a moment, he tipped over and was crying into his pillow. This wasn’t what he wanted. He came to Shidou so his parents could fix their marriage, not end it. But hearing that bureaucratic, monotone voice saying, “Shingyouji-san, your parents’ divorce has been finalized.” “Shingyouji-kun? Are you in here?” Shingyouji jumped up, turning around. He brushed the tears off his cheeks almost angrily. “Hey, why didn’t you say anything? I’ve been calling for the past five minutes.” His roommate said, looking about his side of the room. Shingyouji said nothing back, rubbing his nose raw to not dribble out his nostrils. “Hey…are you okay?” Shingyouji cleared his throat. He turned around, smiling from cheek to cheek. “Yea, I’m fine. I’ll…I’ll be right back.” He swung his legs around and when they hit the ground, he ran out his room. Deep in the night, the floor’s bathrooms were empty. And that’s just what Shingyouji wanted. The tears cascaded much quicker down his face and the sobs were even louder – echoing against the linoleum. Because nobody could hear him.

Summary: The story of Elliot, a cursed boy by his fatther who turned him into a doll and Lysander, the boy who wanted to break the curse. Status: Discontinued Elliot Lysander Deflate, the mystery of living In the most heartless fashion I could ever imagine This is a story about a boy who fell asleep and never woke up. He lived in a puppet shop, where he was kept in a glass birdcage. The cage hung low from the ceiling, set against the southern wall; the only wall that had no windows. Given its position and a number of other puppets, dolls and marionettes placed before it, one would have to enter the shop to actually see the glass cage and its boy. Despite his perfect, porcelain-like face, the boy did not belong to the shop as a doll for sale, as the shop’s name might have inclined. He was not for sale at all, in fact, but rather an exquisite piece set on display for those who visited the shop; and only those who noticed the smartly placed glass cage, behind the frozen faces of broody marionettes and their other puppet pals. The shop owner liked to keep the boy for himself; look at him for hours until the boy’s soft, sleep-induced breathing and the slow rise and fall of his chest finally became rather obvious. The owner knew every inch of the boy’s face; the gentle honey-gold orbs, hidden behind closed eyelids and long black eyelashes, the small white nose and rosy lips, the lifeless pale cheeks and neatly combed fair hair. Often he would weep quietly as he watched the boy, until he could weep no more. Yes, the boy was rather unique in this way – mostly because he was not really a doll at all. Three years ago he had fallen asleep, and he never woke up since. I'll sell my soul to dream you wide awake Three years ago, a boy named Elliot turned eighteen. His father, the poor owner of a small puppet shop, dreaded that day from a little after his son’s birth onwards. Truth was his wife, Elliot’s mother, died at childbirth. In a failed attempt to bring her back, Elliot’s father unleashed dangerous old magic – and brought down a curse upon his only son. The mother took on a form of a puppet, but as her soul rejected the body she soon died again; her death not as painful, but a whole lot more miserable than the first time. And then there was Elliot, still just a babe and already cursed for his father’s mistake. Originally he would have become an actual doll, still and lifeless, made of porcelain. But his father put years until that happened to good use and managed to alter the effects of the curse by sacrificing his health, his youth and anything else he could that was his to give. As Elliot turned eighteen, he fell asleep. And he never woke up since. It was better than to have his only son die; the poor puppet shop owner bought time at least, until he could break the curse from the boy completely. Problem was, after years and years he had nothing left to give, and not long left to live. Soon, he would have no hope left, either. Mercy, like water in a desert Lysander Grace was a local boy; his house stood apart from the rest, at the very edge of the small town. But everyone knew Lysander! At the age of nineteen he was well-mannered, always helpful, and quite handsome as well. He lived with his mother and his little, nearly-10-year-old sister, Ana. He often passed by the puppet shop, but never went in. That day was different; Ana was turning 10 in just a couple of days and Lysander had promised to get her a doll as a present. The shop bell rang gleefully as he entered. He could not see the owner; Lysander supposed he was somewhere in the back, and if he had heard the bell, the elderly man would surely be making his appearance soon enough. In the mean time, Lysander took his time to look around. The doll for his sister had to be perfect; he had already decided that it should be made of porcelain. Almost half of his savings would probably be spent on such a doll, but he knew Ana would appreciate and treasure the gift. She was a quiet, gentle little girl. Lysander had no doubt that the doll would be taken care of properly. He passed the shelf filled with clowns, tip-toed around colourfully dressed puppets, brushed aside a couple of marionettes hanging from the ceiling – and stopped abruptly in front of a big glass cage. It was not the cage itself that made Lysander stop, but rather the beautiful boy doll inside; curiously, the boy was life-sized and very, almost terrifyingly so, human-like. Lysander let out a breath he did not know he was holding. His eyes took in the form almost greedily. He was close, so close to touch– “May I help you?” the old man’s dry voice startled Lysander. He quickly drew back his hand, realizing he had reached out towards the cage unconsciously. Turning his head towards the owner, Lysander was taken aback by the look in his eyes; sorrowful, heartbroken, defeated. Lysander noticed the man was not looking back at him; those eyes were reserved for the glass cage and the doll inside. “Who is he?” Lysander asked quietly, aware that he had asked ‘who’ instead of ‘what’. The owner stayed silent, and for a moment Lysander thought he might not reply. Then, in that same dry voice, the old man spoke: “He is Elliot.” Pause. “My son.” Love seems to draw dark, twisted pleasure tearing at me Because I can't let you go Lysander left the puppet shop that day without having bought anything. He was shocked into silence and so caught up in his own thoughts that he was unable to reply to even the simplest of inquiries. He was not sure why the shop owner decided to share his story with him. Probably, Lysander reasoned, because he looked so old and sickly; Lysander found that he had no problem believing the man might die any day now. He understood the need to share this story that he kept locked inside for so long. Lysander felt dizzy, his head spinning with the attempt to make sense of everything. Surely there was some way to break the curse! Perhaps the old man was simply not looking in the right place, perhaps in his notes he had missed an important clue; he looked like he had reached his limit long ago. Over the course of next couple of weeks, Lysander was dropping in and out of the puppet shop, putting every second of his free time to good use. He could be found reading through the owner’s research, studying books on ancient magic, or sitting by the cage, growing more and more familiar with the boy inside. Sometimes the old man would sit with him; after a week of silent tears, Lysander got him to talk about his son. Elliot, the small boys who took care of birds with broken wings. Elliot, the shy boy who loved roses. Elliot, the unfortunate boy who fell asleep, and who never woke up since. Shine through my memory like jewellery in the sun Where are you now? The owner died at the beginning of spring, nearly two months after Lysander first stepped into the puppet shop. The funeral was hardly a funeral at all. Lysander buried the man himself, under a tall pine tree, behind his own house. The puppet shop was put under a lock for six and a half days – then the Mayor appeared with the old man’s will, naming Lysander the only inheritor, and the 19-year-old boy became the shop’s new owner. Ana kept her porcelain princess doll on a shelf above her bed. She liked to call her Eulalie. Lysander would forever remember the way her face lit up at the sight of the carefully chosen gift. He let her visit the shop now, too, something Ana was growing to like more than anything. She would dust the dolls, clean the puppets, and check that all marionettes hung from strong strings. Lysander let her do as she pleased, most of the time. But Elliot, much to Ana’s protest, she was not allowed to touch. One day, Ana interrupted Lysander in the middle of reading through a book about black magic. He thought he had found a rather important clue and almost snapped at his sister for bothering him at such a moment. Ana said nothing. She frowned at his choice of research material and placed her own book on top of it. White cover, with gentle gold swirls and thorned roses. Fairytales. Sleeping Beauty. Then she turned on her heel and went back to playing with Eulalie. I'm afraid I will be left here without you... wide awake The Sleeping Beauty is a classic fairytale involving a beautiful princess, enchantment, and a handsome prince. Lysander supposed his sister wanted him to refer to one particular part of the story. He made notes about it, then read the excerpt over and over again, trying to make sense of it. A hundred years passed before a prince from another family spied the hidden castle during a hunting expedition. Within the castle lay a beautiful princess who was doomed to sleep for a hundred years, whereupon a king's son was to come and awaken her. The prince then braved the tall tress, brambles and thorns, which parted at his approach, and entered the castle. He passed the sleeping castle folk and came across the chamber where the princess lay asleep on the bed. Trembling at the radiant beauty before him, the prince longed to kiss her. The enchantment came to an end as their lips met; the princess awakened– Lysander pressed his fingers against his temples, rubbing soothing circles against an upcoming headache. He wasn’t seriously going to take advice from a children’s fairytale. The curse can’t have been so simple; besides, Elliot was no princess. Even if he was, where was Lysander supposed to find a prince? When he voiced his reasoning to Ana, she gave a weary sigh. Lysander had a feeling he was talking to a 40-year-old woman, rather than his little 10-year-old sister. “But that’s how it always works,” Ana said matter-of-factly. “A true love’s kiss breaks the curse.” “Are you trying to tell me I should go around looking for Elliot’s true love?” Lysander raised his eyebrows sceptically. He was shocked when Ana, who never spoke one bad word against him, called him a ‘stupid boy’. I'll dream you... wide awake This is a story about a boy who fell asleep, and how he woke up. It took Lyander another week of hopeless research to realize he disliked every single enchantment that the old man had made note of. Books were piled around the puppet shop, read and re-read, and not one offered an acceptable breaking of the curse. All were questionable, only half-helpful techniques. The book on black magic lay beneath them all, forgotten. He felt horribly silly sitting by the glass birdcage, as many times before. Ana had placed vases with newly bloomed roses around it. She must have remembered Lysander saying Elliot liked roses. There was no way it would work, though. The magic kiss thing, or whatever that was supposed to be. There was no way a single kiss could break a curse. Still, Lysander found himself wondering, and found himself silly for doing so. He knew he loved Elliot. Of course he did, less he would not have stayed at the puppet shop. He felt like he knew the boy, after everything the old man had told him. He wasn’t just in love with Elliot’s perfect features, but the ideal image that had formed in his mind. Most of all, he wanted the boy to wake, regardless of what happened after. The past owner, Elliot’s father, kept the key to the glass cage in a jar hidden in a secret compartment beneath one of the floorboards. The narrow space was filled with various trinkets; meaningful pieces and old letters. When Lysander reached in to retrieve the jar, he knocked over a pile of playing cards. It was the most odd collection indeed. He unlocked the glass cage with trembling hands; stepped half in, froze when he heard a noise. Or thought he heard a noise. Suddenly, Lysander was feeling rather paranoid. For the first time, he had a chance to examine Elliot’s sleeping form this close. Still trembling, he traced a finger from the boy’s forehead, down his nose, past the rosy lips. His palm cupped the other’s cheek gently, and before Lysander even knew what he was doing, his own lips met Elliot’s in a tender kiss. . written throughout the day, yesterday, when I should have been paying attention to my classes . quotes taken from the song "Dreaming Wide Awake" by Poets of the Fall . continue, yes/no? :3

Summary: A misterious meeting at a nightclub. A dance shared and the beginning of a new story. Who's the misterious guy? Status: Discontinued

Summary: With an historical background, this is the story of Masamune and Shinomiya, of Tetsuya and Naoki. Masamune, owner of a shop, hires Shinomiya without knowing, the later is friends with Tetsuya who's the Naoki's object of admiration. A story full of action and mistery. Status: Discontinued Hi everyone, it's me DF again (hope i didn't bored everyone...) sharing something with everyone again. This time round, i'm not going to have any synopsis for [Haru's Amai]... :so you can just keep wondering... *NOTE: There will be usage of japanese names for certain items in the story. But don't worry, i will include footnotes for your better understanding.

Summary: A modern version of Romeo's balcony scene. Status: Complete "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief" Romeo's balcony speech. Romeo and Juliet by W. Shakespeare It was three in the morning and he couldn’t stop thinking why in hell he was there, trying to persuade the security guard to let him go to his room, he needed to see him, needed to look him in the eyes. He dialed his phone number and at the fifth ring, he answered. - Come downstairs- he simply said- come, the guard doesn’t allow me to go upstairs. He felt the guard’s glare at the back of his neck, feeling the cold night breeze in his hands, in his face while the guard kept him outside repeating that visits weren’t allowed at that time of the night. - What are we gonna do? - Do you trust me? He looked around, grinning and lifting an eyebrow, he answered. - Do I have to answer to that question? Some minutes later, the tall young man appeared at the gate. Messed hair, wrinkled t-shirt and short pants. How was it possible that he wasn’t cold? How was possible that even with that sleepy face he were so amazingly handsome, those dark eyes fixed on the other guy’s face, his lips making a soft smile when their eyes met, his hands wanting to reach the other guy’s hands, longing for each other. I’ll be right back. I’m going to take him to the bus stop- the young man said, dropping his arm on the other guy’s shoulder- I’m afraid this cute guy might be kidnapped in the middle of the night and by saying this he grabbed the other guy’s shoulder and took him round the corner while with his free hand made a phone call. - Where are we going? - Wait a second- the young man said Someone answered at the other side of the phone, they talked but the other guy barely understood the conversation. Which language were they using? What were they talking about? He couldn’t avoid feeling a slight jealousy every time the young man was talking to someone else that made him smile. He knew it was childish but he couldn’t avoid that silly feeling. The young man hung the phone and looking at the other guy’s eyes he asked: - Do you trust me? The other guy lifted an eyebrow, smiled and looked away without answering him. The young man smiled and took his hand , feeling the clash of their bodies’ temperature. At the back side of the building, on the first floor there was just one light on, just one window opened and just one guy waiting. The other guy turned his back, asking with his eyes what was going on. - I thought that it was Romeo climbing Juliet’s balcony- the other guy said. - But you’ve always been a legend- breaker- the young man smirked. He couldn’t believe it. His lover's? … friend took his hand, he stepped on the kerb and climbed up the window. The young man entered through the main gate. The young man’s friend took him to their room where he was waiting for him. - I hope you will invite me to a drink for the effort- he said - Whatever you want- said the young man Passionate kisses, caresses, soft spots, sweet words took them to meet each other’s bodies, they explored each other’s most intimate places, they tasted each other’s skins, they saw each other’s real smile after a moment of ecstasies. Some hours later, they were lying on the bed, naked, sweaty, breathing deeply. The young man nesting in his big hand the other guy’s warm face. The cold was gone, the loneliness he felt was gone. The other guy laughed. -Why do you laugh? – the young man asked. -Oh.. it’s nothing. I don’t know how this story will end. But I’m sure that I will never forget the night that I climbed your window to make love to you. I’m sure I will never forget the smell of your skin filling these wrinkled sheets. I will never forget the touch of your messed hair and I will never forget the light in my eyes when I look at yours. And he never did. He never forgot the night in which Juliet climbed Romeo’s balcony.

ayama Takumi glanced at his watch for the 20th time within the time span of 5 minutes. The 3rd year student was anxiously waiting for the arrival of his boyfriend Saki Giichi aka Gii. The two of them had been dating for two years now. That day was their anniversary, that day Gii had told Takumi to wait at the spot they had shared their first kiss. But that day it was raining hard and Gii was nearly an hour late. Takumi didn't have an umbrella. Feeling a sneeze tickle his nose Takumi headed back to the campus desperate for a hot shower. Once he collected a dry change of clothes he headed to the shower room. The hot water was able to wash away the chill from his bones but not the tears from his eyes. On his way back to the campus Takumi could have sworn he saw Gii laughing up a storm with one of their classmates Takahiro. After finishing his shower Takumi changed into his dry clothes and wiped all evidence of tears from his face as he made his way back to the dorm. He didn't want to have to answer any questions. Once the third year had reached Gii's room he held himself back from slamming the door shut before throwing himself on Gii's bed. The tears came freely this time with no rain or shower water to wash them away or hide them. Eventually the 3rd year cried himself to sleep, tear drops still evident on his slightly flickering eyelids. Meanwhile "Arigatou." Gii nodded his head in thanks when the man across the counter handed him the black satin box. Inside was something he had wanted to give to Takumi ever since he first saw him. As the thought of Takumi crossed his mind he glanced at his watched and his eyes went wide. "Damn it." He pocketed the small box and muttered an apology to the shopkeeper before racing out of the shop. Gii immediately began his search at the location he and Takumi were supposed to meet. No Takumi. Allowing no hesitation to enter his mind Gii ran back towards the campus were he asked a frew other students if they had seen the other boy. When the all told him no he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Gii ran through the entire school ignoring the protests of the teachers and other students. He checked every class room every hallway, the library, still no Takumi. Feeling defeated Gii headed to his room. When he opened the door he stopped dead in his tracks. Lying on his bed was no other than Takumi. Gii walked over to the sleeping form of his boyfriend and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. His hair was damp which triggered a pang of concern. Had Takumi been waiting for him out in the rain? Not being able to stand not holding his lover in his arms Gii bend down to kiss the other boy but stopped. Tear tracks. Tear tracks all over his precious Takumi's face. Gii never wanted to see Takumi cry. The result would be the feeling of his heart breaking because he was unable to keep his lover happy. In pure means of comfort Gii gently pressed his lips to the still sleeping Takumi's. He had no idea if this would pull the other boy from his slumber. All he knew was he wanted to hold Takumi tightly in his arms and not let go. "Gomen Takumi Ashiteru." Takumi had woken up when Gii had returned. Not in the mood to face the other man the 3rd year stayed quiet. When he felt the kiss he didn't respond but he didn't reject the other boy either. But when he heard Gii say 'Aishiteru' his eyes opened, "Don't lie to me Gii." Gii nearly fell back when Takumi's eyes opened. Unable to hide his relief he tried to pull the other boy in his arms. When Takumi pushed him away his eyes went wide. "Doushite?" Takumi sat up and turned so his back was facing his boyfriends. "Don't give me that. You were supposed to meet me at our spot. I waited a whole hour a whole damn out in the rain for you. When I couldnt' take the cold anymore I came back to campus where I saw you talking to Takahiro." Takumi brought his knees up to his chest. "You like him don't you? You're sick of being with me and now you want to go out with Takahiro. I'm right aren't I?" When Takumi didn't recieve an answer he turned around and chocked back a gasp. Gii was crying. Gii had tears in his eyes, "Gii?" Gii sat back down on the bed but surprisingly made no attempt to pull Takumi close to him. "Takumi please listen to what I have to say. Gomen, I never meant for you to wait that long. In fact I never intended for you to wait at all." he said not being able to find the strength to look the other boy in the eye. "I love you so much. Which is why I have a very important question to ask you. " Gii reached into his pocket and pulled out the black satin box. "Takumi, you mean everything in the world to me. I know we're a little too young but I don't care. I've been wanting to do this for months." He opened the box, and inside was a silver band with a clear gem embedded in is. "Hayama Takumi, will you marry me?" Takumi's eyes went wide at the sight of the ring. At first his words didn't seem to want to cooperate but finally he said, "Marry you? But Gii what about Takahiro?" Gii had been hoping for a 'yes' but he was grateful Takumi's answer hadnt' been a 'no'. "I was asking Takahiro if he had seen you around. I spend time this him because he's my partner for a project." He cupped the other boy's face in his hands. "I have told you time and time again you mean the world to me." Takumi removed Gii's hands from his face and threw his arms around the larger man's broad shoulders. "I love you Gii and my answer is yes I will marry you." Gii pulled Takumi out of the embrace long enough to slip the ring on his finger and capture the other boys lips with his own. "Ashiteru Takumi." He kissed the other boy again gently pressing him down on the bed. As they made love a small thought couldn't help but sneak in both of their minds. Thank Kami-sama there no classes that day.

Summary: A statement of intent: I'm always here, loving and caring for you. Status: Complete I feel my hand on your cold arm. The cold touch of your skin reminds me how scare I was of you, of your iced breath. But I wanted to see your heart and discover you, even if that meant you’d hate me some day, I wanted to see that orange world inside you.. My footprints on the wet sand, remember the person I was before I met you. The cold waves dying in my feet erase words, pain, wishes and tears, leaving the storm behind, leaving a heart buried in pure foam. The gray sky looks for the gray sea reflected on our eyes, they meet at the skyline, in a mutual feeling and the gentle breeze after the storm brings a new smell, never felt before, never dreamt before. I want you to feel this, the flame in me, the love in me. I just want to erase all your doubts with the weak flame still burning in me, this purple flame that fights to burn strongly again. My other hand holds tightly the lighter in my pocket you once gave me, trying to hold the need to tell you all the words crowded on my head, on my heart. But my clumsy side doesn’t know how to put them in order and I just use all my strength to drag you near me. My only aim tonight is to make you feel my warm body next to you. I whisper at your ear: No matter what, I’m here, please, feel my warmth, don’t doubt me, let me in……

Summary: It was the first glance that seals everything, creating an impression in the mind,or even, in the heart. What would you do to hold on to something you want? How would you react, when you're about to lose that 'something' you wish to hold on to?Would it be the end? Or will it marks a new beginning... Status: Complete Hi everyone, DF signing in!! It's been long since i posted anything new... But here i am now, sharing a new story with everyone else who would like to read it. So together with Goki, we present you with [CLING]. Synopsis: *NOTE: please pardon us for having abbreviated names for some of the characters in the story... we ran out of names.... HAHA!

Summary: Friendship is bound to betrayal. Love is bound to pain. A group of friends, can they survive the hardship of life? Status: Discontinued People say I should go become a writer, heh. Other say I should go do singing, third part says I should go use my imagination for the rage. To be honest, I just want to switch between all of them. I don't want to be put between some borders,but to go beyond them. Enjoy the novel,in advance - sorry if there are mistakes - I am not fluent in English...yet. (: I'll name the protagonist Shinji Aoyama,being in his last year in high-school. Let's follow his unique personality mistaken sometimes for bi-polarity. Text which is marked in blue is actually the writer(me) giving details or,as I call it, unique effects. You will understand what I meant. -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- CHAPTER 1 Early in the morning,fall terms has started,Shinji was on his way to the student council meeting. He wore his school's uniform, in one hand a few documents found their embrace in Aoyama's grip. "Ah,three hours was it?Damn, the afternoon is so far.", the male sighed disappointed of the fact he had to be away from his friends. Actually he was always surrounded by many people, but he considered a few for his fellows. As soon the door was in front of him,he reached for the knob and opened it. There were around ten people in the room. All of them got up and bowed lightly. -"Good morning, President.",in one voice,they greeted the boy. -"Morning.",he bowed his chin lightly as an answer to the bowing. Shinji had many activities in his list, he enjoyed his busy life out for one single reason. He didn't want to think of things that could bring his spirit down. As much work he had so much he was cheerful though, he was tired, he didn't complain. He was that kind of a person, a complicated type. His personality was pretty colorful and immense for a simple understanding. If there was a part of him that knew the world would end tomorrow, nothing would stop him to plant apple seeds today - The fruit of hope. Yet, the lightness was always followed by darkness. He disliked the world at the same time. Why would he like a place, where people believed that God judged them all rightfully? Even when children die? Was it a judgment as well, or just a bad luck? Other even tried to call themselves 'God', what a foolishness. -"Yes, with that everything is clear, I hope. I dismiss the meeting for today.", Shinji was on his president's chair, his elbows set on the desk and his fingers curled around each other for a bed of his chin. -"We did a hard work today, thank you all.", said his right hand and bowed. All of the student council group left the cabinet,with that Amano and Aoyama were alone. -"Senpai,about tomorrow, shouldn't we change some rules and inform the director?",Amano turned to Shinji with his small eyes,narrowed at the president. -"Seems changing rules is your specialty,Amano. What rules you want to change this time?", Aoyama knew the male's personality. He was the kind of a man who always wanted the spot-light. And,so,Shinji gave what he wanted. Just sometimes he went beyond it,then Aoyama would stop this selfishness and avidity. -"It's about class 'D',your year." Shinji knew that certain class. Yes, his fellows were from there, he didn't hide the fact actually. Just many people saw it wrong for the President to hang out with a group of idiots. Or, so they called class 'D'. -"What about class 'D'?" ,he lifted a brow and glanced over the "fox". -"Well, even on their first day,they didn't wear school uniforms, they always break our rules. Shouldn't we put a special rule on them? Something like a-...",Shinji cut off the talk, he got slightly annoyed. To piss Aoyama off, you needed special skills. Yes, he would raise his tone, or would glare, but to really piss him off to the point of darting his "sharp tongue" at you, or even raise his hand at you - you really had to have special skills. -"We treat everyone equal. If there is a special rule for class 'D', then I am afraid we have to make a special rule for the rest as well.",he grinned as if he was threatening the other, but his voice was pretty calm,"Am I wrong,Amano?". -"I understand. Please,let them know they should follow the rules,then.", a little hint of "after all, they are your friends" could be felt from the way Amano said that. Gladly,everything was settled. The meeting was over and Shinji could skip his classes today. On a days when the student council had a meeting,every single of them could go home as a reward for the hard work. Aoyama picked his coat from the desk and put it on, without buttoning it. He glanced over the window. When he was alone in the cabinet, he liked to gaze at the beautiful sight from above. The school's yard seemed so beautiful. A deep sigh was exhaled from Shinj's lips. He placed his hands in each pocket and headed for the roof. His black eyes were glittering with excitement. What a nice weather,what a nice day, he would have fun. The boy made his way up to the roof and opened the door for the place. Fresh wind ruffled slightly his hair,he smiled lightly and stepped forward to close the door behind. As if, he shut the dirty world aside ad kept these were five people there,as pure as he could. He raised his hand,the other stayed in his pocket. The wind played with his unbuttoned coat,the shirt's hem lifted lightly from the windy freshness. -"Yo!",he greeted cheerfully. These five people turned around and every single of them smiled. -"Oh,man!You took your time!",a boy from the group said and ran toward Shinji to tackle him down. They both laughed as the fell down. -"Idiots..", a girl rolled her eyes,but was smiling,"You are late,Shin!",she placed her hands on each side of her hips,as if, was scolding him. -"Let's make him treat us a dinner today!",another boy peeked from behind the girl,laughing at Shinji being tackled from Nao. -"What?",Aoyama frowned and pushed Nao away,"Man,you are frigging heavy!", but as soon as he tried to get up on his knees, he was tackled again - it was another girl. -"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!",she was so happy to see the boy that she flopped him down again. -"I'm honestly thinking of murdering you all.",of course Aoyama was joking. -"It's decided. Aoyama buys us ramen today.",Ryuichi,the fifth person grinned,while he was leaning against the fence. He was considered for a close friend of Shinji. Yes, all of them were his friend, and he was their friend. But,somehow, these two seemed close. -"Ah.",Aoyama ran a hand through his hair,closing eyes. He laughed as he stood down on the ground. It was nice being with them. Yes, "them",the students from class 'D',"You were here, Ryu? I didn't notice.", jokingly Shinji teased. -"Excuse me for not being so popular,Mr. President.", the boy teased back, chuckling lightly. -"Here they go again.",Ayumi rolled her eyes,getting off Shinji to let the boy sit up. Aoyama liked class 'D'. They weren't idiots, not at all. One of the reason he hated people, they always judged. Why judging when for one the wrong is the right for other and vice versa? He treasured his time with them, neither of the them knew that Aoyama would leave abroad very soon. The boy had to tell them,but not yet. +Not yet+ I am not afraid,not yet. I would go spend my time with you not waste it, not yet. Laughter similar to cry, why would you want to die? You have what to fight for, stand up bring it forth. I am not afraid, not yet. I would go spend my time with you not waste it,not yet. If you want to know what do you mean for me, do not follow me, I will not lead you. I am not afraid, not yet. I would go spend my time with you not waste it,not yet. If you want to know what do you mean for me do not walk ahead of me, I will not follow your selfishness. I am not afraid, not yet. I would go spend my time with you not waste it,not yet. If you want to know what do you mean for me, walk right beside me, because what I call a friendship is not what you call a leadership. I am not afraid, not yet. I would go spend my time with you not waste it,not yet. Cry similar to laughter, you are my shelter. You,do not forget me. Not yet.

Summary: A group of short stories with different topics. Status: Complete I will post my stand alone fictions in here .Been doing some writing prompts with a couple groups so will post ones I have done . And maybe find some of my old ones . The first one I'm posting is for this writing prompt . I went over the word limit but I tried lol . Choose a person from the past and write a conversation you had with them in the present. For example, you find Benjamin Franklin roaming the aisles of your local grocery store and help him find the peanut butter. The rules dictate that it must be a real person from the past having a conversation with the real you in the present, but allow the conceit to inform the rest of the story. Keep it short, under 300 words. Today is a bad day nothing seems to be going well. I sigh as I sit on the park bench. A little girl approaches me and smiles. “Can I sit here? “ I shrug. Something about the girl’s appearance looks familiar. “Do I know you?” I ask. She looks into my eyes and smiles brightly “Of course you do.” I look at her closely short brown hair, blue eyes, about age seven. She reaches her hand out to touches my face. A tear falls from eye as I reach out and grab her hand. “Do you know me now? “ I nod. “How is this possible? “ I ask. She shrugs. “Is it hard being an adult?” “Of course it is hard.” I say. She looks at me disappointment filling her face. I pat her on the head “It’s not always bad.” She crosses her arms and a scowl crosses her lips. “I have made lots of good friends.” “Really? “ She asks. I nod. “I have even fallen in love. “ She blushes and giggles. “Why are you here? “ I ask. She looks down at the ground as she swings her legs back and forth. “The same reason you are here. “ I stare at her blankly. She sighs “I’m running away.” “You shouldn’t run away. “ She rolls her eyes “Right back at you.” “Let’s be strong then.” I say with a smile. She nods but still looks unsure. I wrap my arms around her small body and hug her tightly. Relief falls over me as her tiny arms wrap around me. “We can do it.” I promise her. “I know.” She says with a twinkle in her eyes. “My time is up now” She says as she stands up. “Can I see you again? “ I ask not wanting her to go. “Of course I’m always with you.” “That’s right. “ I say as we both break into giggles. As she starts to fade away I reach out for her “Goodbye Sally.” She smiles one last time “Goodbye Sally.” And with that my younger self disappears.

Summary: A summer night where two people start to say goodbye. Status: Complete Some crappy stuff that came to my mind while recording books data, listening BDSK "Stand by U". Hope you like it.... His hand is lying on my hip, his head on my shoulder. He’s pressing his hot body against mine. I feel his breath rhythm on my ribs, my own breath at his pace. I switch off the TV; the house is dark, quiet, and lonely. A gentle breeze comes through the open window bringing the scent of the last days of summer. Touching his hair I wonder why this man cares for me so much. Why a man like me can’t fall for a man like him. He gets closer, if that is possible. His warmth reaches my face, his hand up to my chest. He says my name. I try to breath, to run from him but I can’t. I don’t want to lose him. He knows me, my weakness, my strength, my body, my fears. He raises his head, sleepy, his eyes fixed in me. •”You’re cruel” he says. Yes, I know I am cruel, I know I am because I want to keep you by my side, because you fade my loneliness away, because you spoil me. He closes his eyes again, letting me go. I kiss him. I know I’m cruel and I’m sorry for it. Just let me be selfish before I have to let you go. The gentle breeze becomes a cold breeze so I cover him with the blanket I have been using. I caress his hair wishing things were different. I go to another bed and wait for the morning to come

Summary:What is the most probable thing that you could think of in an All Boys High School? Friendship. Love. Hates. Detest. Competition. What could happened, if everything happens on you? How would you have taken the stress? Or maybe, was everything really a stress? Status: Complete Hi Everyone, It's me DF again and believe me, it's good to see everyone again. I hope you will enjoy this as much as you enjoyed [Diary]. This time round it's going to be different. Well, as to how different, you have to read on a notice it yourself. Synopsis:

Summary: A one night stand saves an empty heart Status: Complete I've written stories in Spanish since I can rememeber. This is my first time in English, so sorry if some expressions sound odd. It's not a long story, a little story of mine. Hope you like it, please be kind & honest. I like critics to improve.... " Today I closed my eyes and felt someone touching me, my face, my lips, my chin, my throat, slowly, softly, tracing my face. As I opened them I realized I was alone & feeling lonely. I closed my eyes once again and saw his face. That man I found yesterday in that squalid bar. Why did I go there in the first place? Since he left I’ve been feeling so lonely, I’ve tried so hard to fill this emptiness. Who’s that man? Why are his blue eyes stuck at the back of my mind. He offered me a drink and without a second thought I decided to accept the drink and everything he would give me that night. I was alone, I didn’t want to feel anything, and I didn’t mind anything. He asked my name, I didn’t ask his. I just wanted to erase that dark feeling he left two years ago. After few drinks, I invited him home and spent the night together. He knew what to do to me; he knew how to love me. He started to caress my chest while kissing my neck, I couldn’t think, just feel his fingers following the line of my hips, the inner side of my left thigh, with slow movements that made me shiver, my body ached for more and he knew it and he gave it to me, all the pleasure I had missed for the last two years. It was so heart-warming to be embraced, caressed again that I felt asleep without realizing. Lying in my bed, looking the face of that handsome man, whose arm was resting on my chest, embracing me tightly, warmly as if he tried to tie me to him. Suddenly I heard a voice asking me if I was asleep, my heart jumped out of my chest. I turned round and breathing slowly I answered: - Yes. I didn't want to see him leave; I didn't want to see it again. - What are you going to do today? - I don't know- I answered, why was he being so annoying? Why didn't he leave? like the others. Just leave me alone, I thought, but he was still there, looking at me, half smiling. - If you want, I can wait for you after work & have dinner together. “What?!” I wanted to scream, “bugger off, don’t jump into my life.” If it’s not him, I don’t want anyone in it. Is he planning to burst in my life? NO, no way. -I want to know you better, let’s go out after work, right? - No! I cried - Why not? He asked surprised- I’m a good guy! - No! I cried once again - If you don’t risk it, you’ll never know if it will be worthy. Again with that half smile of his - No, no, no! It’ll hurt! Leave please, leave me alone. I was nearly crying when I lifted my eyes and saw him eyes wide open staring at me, half naked, trying to understand. He turned round buttoning up his shirt, leaving in silence… I’ve arrived at the office, I’ve switched on my computer, talked to my colleges, but his voice and his look spinning on my head. I tried to stop thinking of him, but I felt aroused just with the image of his face. I cursed myself for everything I have done last night, for letting him break my shield, for letting him explore places forgotten long time ago. When I was leaving the building after work I have bumped into someone, a tall man-it seems- wearing a dark suit, with dark hair. He’s smiling and talking to me. Why? That man is touching my face, like this morning, I recognize the soft, warm touch of his hands. His blue eyes… Where‘s he taking me? Why am I following him? Why? I cannot resist the force surrounding him & wrapping me. He doesn’t let my hand go. I feel warm. We have arrived home, he’s kissing me, telling me he’s not going to leave me alone while taking my clothes off, he’s filling up my emptiness. Another morning with his arm resting on my chest, another morning staring at that handsome man I found in a squalid bar, embracing me. I’m not alone anymore. My heart doesn’t ache anymore."

Summary: Naruto and Gaara represent two of the most important qualities a person can have. Naruto is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in even in the face of death. Gaara has the courage to admit that his beliefs are wrong, then has the character to begin to change his outlook on life. An essay about these two characters' relationship. Status: Complete Uzamaki Naruto and Sabaku no Gaara; what makes these two characters so compelling both as a pair and separately? First lets examine Naruto as the main character. As the 'number one knuckle head ninja' as his Sensei Kakashi puts it, Naruto acts out to receive attention. Nothing and no one can dissuade him from his goal of becoming Hokage and he fights to prove his worth with everything he's got. His friends mean the world to him because he knows 'that dark hell' of loneliness all too well. He is unflinching in his devotion to them. His strong conviction in the face of other's contempt and out right hatred is one of his greatest qualities. He knows what he believes in and is not afraid to stand up for that belief. On the other hand, when we first meet Gaara his one goal in life is to prove that he exists and he does this by destroying all who defy him. As he so poignantly tells Naruto and Shikamaru, his conclusion to the reason why he is alive, is to kill. At the center of this psychotic behavior is a very lonely, scared little boy who has only ever known as emotional desert and who tries to fill this void by physical means. His internal pain is a stark contrast to the front he puts on of being strong and emotionally distant. He believes that he only exists to love himself and that is what gives him strength. Deep down he may have been driven to try to find someone who could finally make him feel truly alive and may have been seeking escape in death. Yet, since no one had been able even to injure him, he despaired and become even more violently unstable as evidenced by his desire to kill people whose only offense had been to look at him wrong. When these two boys finally meet there is bound to be a cataclysmic confrontation and that is exactly what happens. During the course of their fight Gaara taunts Naruto claiming that he cannot be truly stong unless he forgets his 'stupid' friends and fights only for himself. Naruto refutes this belief by showing Gaara just how strong his love for his friends is, even going so far as to be ready to die them. As they both lay, exhausted and barely able to move, Naruto in a show of sheer will power crawls toward the prone Gaara telling him that he will protect his friends even if he has to kill Gaara to do it. Gaara, who had never experienced defeat in his life, is astounded and shaken asking 'why is he so strong?' He is able to answer that question himself. 'Love' is his conclusion and at this point we see a change in Gaara. When his brother Konkuro and his Temari come to rescue him, he asks them not to fight anymore, that it's over. As they leave he apologizes to his astonished siblings who had only ever known his abusive behavior. Naruto and Gaara represent two of the most important qualities a person can have. Naruto is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in even in the face of death. Gaara has the courage to admit that his beliefs are wrong, then has the character to begin to change his outlook on life. These two attributes are not mutually exclusive, but rather inclusive. It can be very difficult to maintain our beliefs in the face of someone else's skepticism and the nerve to maintain our stand is not easily come by. Yet, if we learn definitively that our beliefs are flawed we must have the courage to face this fact and not be afraid to change. This is why Naruto and Gaara are two of the most compelling characters in contemporary fiction. Very rarely are we given such complex people to compare ourselves with in fiction. How many of us have had a deeply held belief challenged? It may be a religious conviction or a simple personal observation about life. How do you respond when someone calls it into question? Are you offended or are you willing to listen to another's viewpoint? This had to be forced on Gaara, yet in the end he chose to respond to the truth of what Naruto was telling him. The ability to re-evaluate a deeply held conviction, even one that may have defined our existence as in Gaara's case, is the essence of true character. In life, we all face obstacles, it's how we face them that defines who we are. Do we give in without a fight or do we stand up for our beliefs? Are we willing to admit when we are wrong? This is where the characters Naruto and Gaara illuminate two of the greatest qualities a person can have; love and forgiveness of our self and others.

Summary: Apparently Loki and Haku are foes, competting against each other in constructing robots. Unexpectedly, when Loki gets intro troubles, the one helping out is Haku. Why? Status: Discontinued okay technically i didnt do tis story alone a friend of mines actually came up with the story line i played a part in it too,this is all we got 4 now, she plays loki,and i play the bully with a heart,haku,lol Loki couldn't believe it. He was being forced to work on the most important robot of his life with Him of all people! Loki growled under his breath, retreating to the work station and beginning the robot. He wouldn't raise to the bait...he wouldn't!.''concocting another failure i see?''haku grinned leaning up against the wall next to loki,''what will this robot be of use as?,a paper weight for me''he chuckled with a snarky smile.Loki twitched, glaring at the robot as if it was to blame. "Lemme alone." He picked up the number six wrench, putting a screw into place. He was determined not to raise to the bait this time.haku shook his head''you'll never be on my level,im pretty close to making androids with siliocone skin,''he laughed ,Loki twitched. He didn't answer though, continuing to work on the robot. He wouldn't answer, he wouldn't be tempted... haku shruged and slowly walked away,saying to loki''know your place''he grined."That's it." Loki mumbled to himself before spinning, chucking the wrench in Haku's general direction with a great deal of force. He hoped it hit him. the wrench almost nearly hit him,zooming past his face,he looked back at loki with a scowl''stick to your day job runt''. "Go to hell." Loki glared at him. He hoped he had a horrible, painful death. The teacher sighed, wondering if it had been a good idea to put the two together after all. Haku sighed"what a loser"he said under his breath,though he wasnt exactly phased by loki;s hate towarad his douchebagery,he couldnt help it,he took out a robot arm to wire hopefully to take his mind off the rage between them....for now Loki returned to working on the robot's frame, grumbling under his breath in irritation. Why did Haku always pick on him? It wasn't fair. ''effing wires''haku sighed,then looked to loki feeling bad about his constant teasing,he had a rep,for being a bully only for acceptance,he couldnt possibly apologize without getting his ass kicked he thought''hey..loki''he said with a slight scowl. "What?!" Loki spun, waving a wrench at him. "Lemme alone already!" hakus scowl faded into a guilty look''i..i..um..i l-"he stammered till a friend of his eged closer ,Loki raised an eyebrow, irritation switching to curiousity. Was something wrong with Haku, he wondered, haku's friends looked to the side to see wat degrading comment he had to say to loki,instead haku looked down,avoiding the best he could not to be totaled with a wrench he thought,"damn they are in the way",haku said "i like how the frame matches your small ego.."turning around. Loki froze. A few seconds passed before he tossed another wrench with deadly accuracy. Loki would make a good athlete or assassin, if he was interested in any of that. But he wasn't. He turned back to the robot, angrily working on the robot. the wrench nailed hakus head''grrrrrr''he mumbled looking at him''HEY I WAS GONNA SAY SORRY YOU FREAK!"he yelled "You? Say sorry to me? Cha right. Not in this lifetime." Loki rolled his eyes. The teacher grumbled something before telling Loki, "the wrenches are not throwing projectiles Loki. Please keep them where they are." Loki rolled his eyes again. "im so stupid..."haku sighed under his breath,it was very hard to even to even look at loki the way he wanted when he hid in his tough facade"i really am sorry....." Loki observed him wearily for a minute, not really trusting him. After a minute, he muttered a, "Yeah, alright," and turned back to the robot. It was as close to accepting the apology as he would get.haku finished the limb and moved to another,feeling a bit more guilty every second,he stoped then just walked up and away . Loki finished the frame of the robot before stretching and heading to the cafeteria. He hadn't had breakfast and his stomach was complaining about it.haku went to the bathroom,all of a sudden he really had to go,before he left out he took one good look at himself in the mirror, and straighted hisself up.Loki grabbed a slice of pizza and some fruit before going to the corner table he always ate at. He sat down, greeting his friends. They were the 'punk' kids, the 'emo' ones, and the 'scene' and 'rave' kids.haku left to the cafeteria to score some eats,he always sat at center table with the ''cool'' people,though inside he hated it,they wouldnt understand his eccentric lifestyle so he hides it not to get casted out, "Loki! Check it out! Glow stick coupon!" Loki laughed at his friend as she waved the coupon about. The girl had glowsticks attatched to the Tripp pants she was wearing...and a vest with glowsticks. "Nice Tris.".haku's buddy alex high-fived him at the table''ha that was sweet what you said to that loser back there,even if you almost lost your skull!"Haku grined and put his facade back up''yeah,yeah you know how it is,you gotta put those wierdos in thier place''he turned his head away looking to loki's table and sighs. "Loki...good aim bud!" Loki blinked as he was glomped by another friend. "What?" He asked, not knowing what his friend meant. "You nearly took off the twit's head." Loki blinked. ''why didnt you fight back?''a female friend asked.''meh''haku replied''just not really in the mood''.alex stood up next to him''you should go back thier and show him whos boss!''.''no,..no i really shouldnt, not in the mood''.haku was still a little down,even though he was lying hard he just felt like if he did it he'd hurt again''i think its mean haku''a smaller girl said out''we should all be friendly!"all the kids at the table laughed,all but haku''...'' "Say, Loki, how're things going? At home I mean?" Loki shrugged. "Not too well honestly. The rent's skyrocketing and I don't know if I can pay it this month." He sighed. He really needed this scholarship...the robot had to be perfect. she was right,he thought,but he couldnt stop it,he would lose his title and his followers,the girl walked up to him''if you lie to yourself it hurts haku,my parents said we are all equals.''the other kids scoffed,haku's eyes widened for a few seconds,then he stood up''pfft,you got some nerve saying that,dont ever put me on a sideshow level,''he said felling a little more guilty,two random guys grinded before walking pass to loki's table''they need a good ass whoopin,haha,that haku''they smiled. "Loki....they're comming over here." Loki looked up. "Ignore them." He looked down at his food, eating it. "But..." "Just ignore them." 'heh heh,if it isnt the real cirque du freak,''one said puting his foot on the table,haku was unaware at those kids plans until everyone pointed it out''i guess youre the main freak''the other grinned pointing to loki Loki looked up. "Oh? I would've thought that was you." He resumed eating, perfectly calm. His friends watched him curiously. ''youre a funny little man ''the bigger guy said grabbing loki's shirt . "Too bad I can't say the same for you." Loki shrugged, hand forming a loose fist. Loki could handle himself in a fight...and he was starting to get annoyed with this guy. ''hey''haku called out as he walked torward the boys''the hell is going on here'',''jus havin' alittle fun with this here smart ass''the smaller one said''no''haku replied''you're not gona eff up that guy'',''but''the big one said before haku cut him off''I SAID NO YOU BASTARD,PUT HIM DOWN''haku yelled.Loki watched the interaction with a raised eyebrow. His friends watched in confusion. the big guy growled angrily letting loki go,the smaller guy chuckled''you okay haku?,am i deaf or are you taking up for that loser'',''tch''haku replied,''what?you gona beat me up now''haku scowled at them and balled his fist''i woulnt go there'',.the guys quickly left,haku was very serious.Loki raised an eyebrow. "Well thanks." He turned to Haku.haku slightly blushed,he was unused to helping loki out,but it felt good''tch,yeah''he replied