Yes, yes, yes, I confess... I'm a nut. I think I've already confessed to that. I'm a project nut. I have like a million projects going on. I'm re-tagging my music library, I'm doing my 15 minute sessions, my 4 hour sessions, my "movies i should have seen that I didn't", my trophy hunting, my trope hunting, my yaoi cook book, my writing, reading, gaming, Disney comparisons... Projects that never seem to get off the ground, and if they do they get just a few inches over the ground and then just hovers there, quite uselessly. But I WILL get cracking, I promise.
Once upon a long, long time ago, in August 2012, I believe, just after starting this blog, I thought I had this pinned. I made a plan. Didn't stick to it. I suppose I don't have the discipline. I don't even blog every day. But then again, discipline. That I lack.
I have another confession to make: I'm impressionable. If I read something I tend to take on the same tone in my writing. Or if I watch certain videos, especially on a certain webpage with a number of movie critics that I really like. If I ever come into a larger sum of money, I'm pouring part of over you, guys, just so you know.
So, status update om my projects:
I HATE you, Buck-Tick! To many singles, and my music tag program doesn't recognize them, so its slow as hell. I BLAME YOU!
My 15-minute sessions are.... going.... slow, but then it's mostly just that everyday stuff, cleaning, exercising, planning of the meals and money and stuff. I get distracted, mostly bu this hellish thing called computer.
My 4-hour sessions, which is me playing video games and watching movies and TV-series, is going slow, too. I'm supposed to be playing a game, buuut, I get distracted. By OTHER GAMES! I was playing Ni no Kuni, but then ME Citadel landed, and I got distracted.
My "movies I should have seen" is a little better off, as I started, well, I did start on new years, but then I just did one for 2012. My new project is to check up all the movies that came out on a particular month. Space it out a bit. I'm working on January 1985-2009. Gotta try to catch up to April. I'm getting on that after I finished here.
Trophy hunting, didn't even start, but I will.
Trope hunting... well, I'm doing trope hunting on the Final Fantasy characters, backwards, I'll have to tell. Guess how far I got. Final Fantasy XIII. Not finished. I have Hope and Fang left. So, yeah, slow.
Yaoi cook book, I have one recipe done, I'll post it next week.
Writing.... *stares at pile of notebooks*......
Reading, I have done a lot, finished the Nightrunner series yesterday, re-read Passion, going to check my update status on Goodreads. I haven't updated that for a while.
Gaming, well, that goes hand in hand with trophy hunting, I guess.
Disney comparison project... I like this project, even f it's slow going. It's coming up here one day, I just have to finish editing and stuff. Hopefully I get to post the videos, if not... we'll see.
All in all. I'm slow. Some would argue that I spread myself to thin, but if I didn't, I would get bored. Some might argue that I got ADD, but I don't. I've checked.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Top 5 kick-ass kids in my video game library.
I seem to have top lists on my brains. I'm working on 6 different favorite Disney song top lists, top Anime intros/outros that gets stuck in my head, a handful others... and these. The top Kick-Ass people in my video game library.
So here's the criteria for this list: The have to be kick-ass, and they have to be kids. Either officially under 16 or just slightly older, or, if they have no official age, childish enough to guess they're little kids. Deciding that Final Fantasy will get its own lists (or they would probably dominate) I opted to only look at the current generation games. Two honorable mentions, that got me a little ambivalent, as they are re-released for PS3 this year.
Honorable mention 1: Rikku from Final Fantasy X. At age 15, she is rather a peppy little kid with fun gadgets like bombs, she steals your stuff when you're not looking, and she has crazy pupils in her eyes.
Honorable mention 2: Sora, from Kingdom Hearts. Oh, how I long for the re-release of this. His age is not anywhere I could find, but I'd peg him for like, 12. Some people I know call him whiny, but I'd say he's not as whiny as people say. And, hey, he's fighting with a GIANT KEY! That alone gives him a couple of points.
Ok, so here's the actual list:
5: Allegretto from Eternal Sonata. His age is not clearly stated, that I know of, but he looks and acts young enough to be a kick-ass kid, with his tag-along would-be baby brother Beat.
4: Yuki from Enchanted Arms. Slightly antagonistic would-be villain turned ally. I'm not sure of her age, either. I want to say it's stated in-game that she is 14, but this might be something I dreamed up. I also have the feeling it's stated in the booklet, but I can't seem to find it. Anywho, little girl in a cowboy hat and with a pair of guns? Can't go wrong.
3: Lymle from Star Ocean: The Last Hope. 15 year-old looking like 10, she has some serious magic in her hands. She summons a FIRE BEAST for heavens sake. She's a bit apologetic, and her English voice is.... weird .... but, hey. FIRE BEAST!
2: Hope from Final Fantasy XIII. Yes, I know. Everyone hates him. He's a whiny kid. But he has a story arch set apart from the other main characters. He starts out a scared, whiny 14-year-old kid who falls on his ass at every other turn, and he ends up a cool, collected, strong healer. I take Hopes healing over Vanille's any day. And he grows up.... rather fine.... for the next game.
1: Cooke and Mack from Lost Odyssey I have no idea how old Cooke or Mack are, but they are cool. One of the things that make them so cool is that they are a team. If they ever set out on their own, they'd probably make it fine, once they grow a couple of inches. Mack can really dole it out if need arises, and Cooke is great with the magic.
So here's the criteria for this list: The have to be kick-ass, and they have to be kids. Either officially under 16 or just slightly older, or, if they have no official age, childish enough to guess they're little kids. Deciding that Final Fantasy will get its own lists (or they would probably dominate) I opted to only look at the current generation games. Two honorable mentions, that got me a little ambivalent, as they are re-released for PS3 this year.
Honorable mention 1: Rikku from Final Fantasy X. At age 15, she is rather a peppy little kid with fun gadgets like bombs, she steals your stuff when you're not looking, and she has crazy pupils in her eyes.
Honorable mention 2: Sora, from Kingdom Hearts. Oh, how I long for the re-release of this. His age is not anywhere I could find, but I'd peg him for like, 12. Some people I know call him whiny, but I'd say he's not as whiny as people say. And, hey, he's fighting with a GIANT KEY! That alone gives him a couple of points.
Ok, so here's the actual list:
5: Allegretto from Eternal Sonata. His age is not clearly stated, that I know of, but he looks and acts young enough to be a kick-ass kid, with his tag-along would-be baby brother Beat.
4: Yuki from Enchanted Arms. Slightly antagonistic would-be villain turned ally. I'm not sure of her age, either. I want to say it's stated in-game that she is 14, but this might be something I dreamed up. I also have the feeling it's stated in the booklet, but I can't seem to find it. Anywho, little girl in a cowboy hat and with a pair of guns? Can't go wrong.
3: Lymle from Star Ocean: The Last Hope. 15 year-old looking like 10, she has some serious magic in her hands. She summons a FIRE BEAST for heavens sake. She's a bit apologetic, and her English voice is.... weird .... but, hey. FIRE BEAST!
2: Hope from Final Fantasy XIII. Yes, I know. Everyone hates him. He's a whiny kid. But he has a story arch set apart from the other main characters. He starts out a scared, whiny 14-year-old kid who falls on his ass at every other turn, and he ends up a cool, collected, strong healer. I take Hopes healing over Vanille's any day. And he grows up.... rather fine.... for the next game.
1: Cooke and Mack from Lost Odyssey I have no idea how old Cooke or Mack are, but they are cool. One of the things that make them so cool is that they are a team. If they ever set out on their own, they'd probably make it fine, once they grow a couple of inches. Mack can really dole it out if need arises, and Cooke is great with the magic.The Yaoi Fangirl proudly presents...... another vampire.......and his family =P
"No..... not yet...... just 15 more minutes ...... the sun has barely set yet..... Ok, ok, I'm up. Daol, can't a man sleep? I mean, come on. What? Oh, Daol? Vampire deity. Me? You know me.... Oh, you don't.... Huh? Me, I'm Ilan Restonhart, and I am a vampire.
That is, Lord Ilan Restonhart, by the way. My father is one of the overlords. One of the 10 vampire overlords. Come to think of it, everything here is made in 10s. The 10 Vampire Overlords, the 10 people, the 10 tiers of the city, the 10 cities of Karrakite, the 10 houses of Illustra...... I blame the Illustrans..... There are even 10 members of this household. Well, counting myself, I guess there are 11 and counting the unborn.... ok, 12. So, yeah..... I'm gonna miss them. Huh? Oh, I'm leaving tonight. Pilgrimage. You don't know? Well, whenever a child of Karrakite, vampire, werewolf, magic, fairy or what have you, come of age, they are sent to The Other Place. The mages and wizards say it's another dimension, but what do I know. I'm just a kid, at the hands of destiny. I can't really deny going, now, can I? It's go or be shunned. And that would shame my father, my house and our clans. So, I'll go, like a good boy. How old? Only 40. I'm really botching up this, no? I think so.... Most vampires don't go til they're 45, but Fathers says I'm to clever to wait any longer. And the Oracle said the time is right. It's go now or miss my chance. Chance for what the Oracle didn't say.
Why I'm going to miss my family? Wouldn't everyone miss their families when they were going away? Oh, you want to know about my family..... Well, I have a father. Lord Ewan Restonheart. He's 1/4 magic, which is why I and my brothers and sisters have permanent shadows and reflections. I had never thought of it before, but once I realized a friend of mine had to use magic to see himself in the looking glass. He said I was lucky.... where was I? Oh, right. My father. Yes, he has some magic, but not enough to make him a wizard or mage. Only enough to enhance his vampire magic. He taught me all I know. All I need to know, in my opinion. He loves to play strategy games with me. Says I'll be a good general, should the need rise. I hope it doesn't. He always has his tali at hand. Seldom sees him without Calder. Calder IS a mage. He has studied abjuration for nearly 30 years. Useful, as he keeps up spells of protection around the house. Some days I don't know what to think, though. He's only 8 years older than me.
My mother is a..... well..... a woman..... Don't take me wrong, I love my mother. But she can be.... distant and cold. Especially toward me. Or maybe I'm just imagining that. I was her last. Or, at least I am at the moment. Who knows, she's only 210. And there is more than 40 years between me and my youngest sister. Maybe, in 6 years, she will have another. Stranger things has happened. Oh, Kadali. My mothers name's Kadali. She wanders around the house at night being airy and decides on the latest fashion trends and dotes on her oldest sons pregnant wife. When she's not doting on Iona. Iona is her lover. If I ever wondered what my father is doing with Calder, the same must be said for Iona. What does my mother see in an 18 year old human? I hope I will never know.
I have siblings, too. Older as you might have gathered. Aila and Chaney were womb mates. I wonder if they fought as much inside our mothers womb as they do outside it. I wonder if they ever got along. Aila is that sort, though, so antagonistic. Everything anyone does to her is a challenge or an insult. It must be hard, thinking that about everyone you ever meet. I can swear, when I was a kid, I saw her drink someone until he died.I get the feeling sometimes that my sister is very..... thorough. Chaney is easier. He's always smiling. Especially now, I suppose. Then there is Naoki. He's a warrior. Father says that is because he was a disappointment at his pilgrimage. Father doesn't care, but apparently Naoki does. Naoki wants to prove himself. Unfortunately, Aila has him under her thumb. She is a warrior too, so she's training him. And I see his smile disappear... Umeki is a wonderful sister. She always laughs with me. Mother says she will never grow up. She'll never be a proper lady. I hope not. We always used to run around this house, with her mischief We exchanged the chicken eggs with dragon eggs once. That was a fun breakfast. I never laughed so hard. Hiding the obsidian chess pieces was not so fun. Father was furious for days when he couldn't find them, and when we finally confessed, he was so angry he locked us both in our rooms and threatened to flog us if we stirred. He didn't flog us, though. But he did give us a long, hard lesson in atui, Karrakite honor. After that, whenever I think about what would have happened if it was some other Vampire Lord's chess pieces.....
The last two members of our household is my mother's sister and brother. I hardly know them, they only just came here a week ago, and I have been busy planning my pilgrimage. But I will get to know them, when I come back. I wonder how That Other Place is. No one will tell me. That's part of the challenge But the Oracle said I would find something there, a gift or unfortold wealth. Something important that I could bring back here. I'm nervous. Dotes' bloody eyes, I'm scared....."
That is, Lord Ilan Restonhart, by the way. My father is one of the overlords. One of the 10 vampire overlords. Come to think of it, everything here is made in 10s. The 10 Vampire Overlords, the 10 people, the 10 tiers of the city, the 10 cities of Karrakite, the 10 houses of Illustra...... I blame the Illustrans..... There are even 10 members of this household. Well, counting myself, I guess there are 11 and counting the unborn.... ok, 12. So, yeah..... I'm gonna miss them. Huh? Oh, I'm leaving tonight. Pilgrimage. You don't know? Well, whenever a child of Karrakite, vampire, werewolf, magic, fairy or what have you, come of age, they are sent to The Other Place. The mages and wizards say it's another dimension, but what do I know. I'm just a kid, at the hands of destiny. I can't really deny going, now, can I? It's go or be shunned. And that would shame my father, my house and our clans. So, I'll go, like a good boy. How old? Only 40. I'm really botching up this, no? I think so.... Most vampires don't go til they're 45, but Fathers says I'm to clever to wait any longer. And the Oracle said the time is right. It's go now or miss my chance. Chance for what the Oracle didn't say.
Why I'm going to miss my family? Wouldn't everyone miss their families when they were going away? Oh, you want to know about my family..... Well, I have a father. Lord Ewan Restonheart. He's 1/4 magic, which is why I and my brothers and sisters have permanent shadows and reflections. I had never thought of it before, but once I realized a friend of mine had to use magic to see himself in the looking glass. He said I was lucky.... where was I? Oh, right. My father. Yes, he has some magic, but not enough to make him a wizard or mage. Only enough to enhance his vampire magic. He taught me all I know. All I need to know, in my opinion. He loves to play strategy games with me. Says I'll be a good general, should the need rise. I hope it doesn't. He always has his tali at hand. Seldom sees him without Calder. Calder IS a mage. He has studied abjuration for nearly 30 years. Useful, as he keeps up spells of protection around the house. Some days I don't know what to think, though. He's only 8 years older than me.
My mother is a..... well..... a woman..... Don't take me wrong, I love my mother. But she can be.... distant and cold. Especially toward me. Or maybe I'm just imagining that. I was her last. Or, at least I am at the moment. Who knows, she's only 210. And there is more than 40 years between me and my youngest sister. Maybe, in 6 years, she will have another. Stranger things has happened. Oh, Kadali. My mothers name's Kadali. She wanders around the house at night being airy and decides on the latest fashion trends and dotes on her oldest sons pregnant wife. When she's not doting on Iona. Iona is her lover. If I ever wondered what my father is doing with Calder, the same must be said for Iona. What does my mother see in an 18 year old human? I hope I will never know.
I have siblings, too. Older as you might have gathered. Aila and Chaney were womb mates. I wonder if they fought as much inside our mothers womb as they do outside it. I wonder if they ever got along. Aila is that sort, though, so antagonistic. Everything anyone does to her is a challenge or an insult. It must be hard, thinking that about everyone you ever meet. I can swear, when I was a kid, I saw her drink someone until he died.I get the feeling sometimes that my sister is very..... thorough. Chaney is easier. He's always smiling. Especially now, I suppose. Then there is Naoki. He's a warrior. Father says that is because he was a disappointment at his pilgrimage. Father doesn't care, but apparently Naoki does. Naoki wants to prove himself. Unfortunately, Aila has him under her thumb. She is a warrior too, so she's training him. And I see his smile disappear... Umeki is a wonderful sister. She always laughs with me. Mother says she will never grow up. She'll never be a proper lady. I hope not. We always used to run around this house, with her mischief We exchanged the chicken eggs with dragon eggs once. That was a fun breakfast. I never laughed so hard. Hiding the obsidian chess pieces was not so fun. Father was furious for days when he couldn't find them, and when we finally confessed, he was so angry he locked us both in our rooms and threatened to flog us if we stirred. He didn't flog us, though. But he did give us a long, hard lesson in atui, Karrakite honor. After that, whenever I think about what would have happened if it was some other Vampire Lord's chess pieces.....
The last two members of our household is my mother's sister and brother. I hardly know them, they only just came here a week ago, and I have been busy planning my pilgrimage. But I will get to know them, when I come back. I wonder how That Other Place is. No one will tell me. That's part of the challenge But the Oracle said I would find something there, a gift or unfortold wealth. Something important that I could bring back here. I'm nervous. Dotes' bloody eyes, I'm scared....."
Monday, April 1, 2013
Easter musings...... and, of course, digtizing my writing, part 4
Easter..... one of the million holidays in this country. I hate Easter. No, wait, I don't. But I hate spring. Allergies.
So, during Easter i have been reading up on one of favorite forums, and I did notice that little Swedish VK star YOHIO causes a debate. Or something. Some people doesn't want him in public because they think Japan in a perverted country and manga is all about sex. What that has to do with Yohio, I don't know, but those people made that leap. Also in "social networks news", people wants dog, but doesn't want to work with their dogs. People, if you want dogs, be prepared to work with them. If you don't want to go for walks and play with them and do at least basic TLC, get yourselves some stick animals. Or better yet, a tamagouchi.
Catching up on gaming during the week, I noticed Assassin's Creed 4 had a release date. I have hopes for AC4, I didn't like 3, really. I managed to get through it, but it took some time. 4 looked really cool on the trailer. But then again, I've loved pirates since I first saw Treasure Island from the early nineties (I was, like.... younger than 10, anyway) with Christian Bale (who was NOT growling ;) and Charlton Heston. Dragon Age 3, Lightning Returns, Mass Effect 4 was in the list, but no release dates. Is ME4 really a given? Have they really promised? I'm a liiittle apprehensive, somehow I just want it to be over.
Talking about Mass Effect, I played Citadel last week. A little late in the game, I know, but I was waiting for money. I really liked it. Though, I got it waaaaaay to fast. Maybe because I think like they seem to over there. I felt a little like I could have written it myself. So my dear adept Thomas Michael Shepard got to have some more romance with Kaidan. I didn't know Kaidan could cook. But at the same time I wasn't surprised. It was really sweet =).
I've also gotten myself a whole bunch of new books. These, to be exact.
Black Butler Vol 3. Yeah, I'm waaaaaaay behind. I've read them, all that has been published, I just haven bought them til, well, now. Love Grell, btw... why do they spell it Grelle? In the anime it's Grell....
Glimpses. Oh, I love this. Thank you, Lynn Flewelling. I don't even know how to write fanfiction on the Nightrunner Series. But I WILL! BY ILLIOR, I WILL! Onee-chan, you HAVE to read the Nightrunner Series. But don't start with this (here be spoilers...). One shouldn't read this until after book 2.... this is a tie-in.
Mass Effect: Redemption. I have to read this. I read Invasion. (Yeah, ME3 CE). I liked it. They all look a bit... off, though. But, I'm getting on this tonight.
The Betrayal Knows My Name vol 5.... or rather, vol 9-10. Double feature. Did Sairi and Lia show up in the anime. I want to say no. I have been trying to watch the anime last few days, but.... my ps3 doesn't want to run them. Working on it.
Stalking Darkness. Book 2 in Nightrunners. I love Seregil..... I just do....... And yes, I wept.
Traitor's Moon. Book 3 in Nightrunners. This was.... interesting. And a bit slow. Like the Iia'sidra. It felt really transitional, but maybe that was the point. If you know about the newt two books, it is a good way to set those up. Throw-away comments becomes important messages.
Casket of souls. Book 6 of the 4 Nightrunner books. According to the bookstore i bought them in. For some reason, they missed the two books between Traitor's and Casket. So I actually started reading this, and it didn't take many pages until i realized something was wrong. Had the author forgotten to write a book? Was there another tie-in with shorts, like Glimpses? 4 SECONDS of googleing, I got to know it was all the bookstores fault. So, now i have to wait a week to get to know more. And I HATE waiting.....
Assassin's Creed Forsaken. Yeah, I hear you. Why buy the book whan you didn't like the game? Because I'm a perfectionist. In some respects. When it comes to books. If I have bought all the other books, I have to buy this, as well... I will read it. Once I have read the other 4 AC books....
So that is this months book load.
I'm a project nut. I do everything in projects. Now, I have a project where I'm going to compare my favorite Disney songs, English to Swedish I got this idea when watching my favorite internet critics. I started to think just how much impact voice acting have. Like how grating Snow White's voice is in English but not in Swedish On the other hand, Snow White sounds much more adult in Swedish. We'll see how that goes.
Now, without further ado, some yaoi fanfiction.....
Junjou Romantica Fanfiction (very, very far removed, you might even argue I just nicked the names.)
So, during Easter i have been reading up on one of favorite forums, and I did notice that little Swedish VK star YOHIO causes a debate. Or something. Some people doesn't want him in public because they think Japan in a perverted country and manga is all about sex. What that has to do with Yohio, I don't know, but those people made that leap. Also in "social networks news", people wants dog, but doesn't want to work with their dogs. People, if you want dogs, be prepared to work with them. If you don't want to go for walks and play with them and do at least basic TLC, get yourselves some stick animals. Or better yet, a tamagouchi.
Catching up on gaming during the week, I noticed Assassin's Creed 4 had a release date. I have hopes for AC4, I didn't like 3, really. I managed to get through it, but it took some time. 4 looked really cool on the trailer. But then again, I've loved pirates since I first saw Treasure Island from the early nineties (I was, like.... younger than 10, anyway) with Christian Bale (who was NOT growling ;) and Charlton Heston. Dragon Age 3, Lightning Returns, Mass Effect 4 was in the list, but no release dates. Is ME4 really a given? Have they really promised? I'm a liiittle apprehensive, somehow I just want it to be over.
Talking about Mass Effect, I played Citadel last week. A little late in the game, I know, but I was waiting for money. I really liked it. Though, I got it waaaaaay to fast. Maybe because I think like they seem to over there. I felt a little like I could have written it myself. So my dear adept Thomas Michael Shepard got to have some more romance with Kaidan. I didn't know Kaidan could cook. But at the same time I wasn't surprised. It was really sweet =).
I've also gotten myself a whole bunch of new books. These, to be exact.
Black Butler Vol 3. Yeah, I'm waaaaaaay behind. I've read them, all that has been published, I just haven bought them til, well, now. Love Grell, btw... why do they spell it Grelle? In the anime it's Grell....Glimpses. Oh, I love this. Thank you, Lynn Flewelling. I don't even know how to write fanfiction on the Nightrunner Series. But I WILL! BY ILLIOR, I WILL! Onee-chan, you HAVE to read the Nightrunner Series. But don't start with this (here be spoilers...). One shouldn't read this until after book 2.... this is a tie-in.
Mass Effect: Redemption. I have to read this. I read Invasion. (Yeah, ME3 CE). I liked it. They all look a bit... off, though. But, I'm getting on this tonight.The Betrayal Knows My Name vol 5.... or rather, vol 9-10. Double feature. Did Sairi and Lia show up in the anime. I want to say no. I have been trying to watch the anime last few days, but.... my ps3 doesn't want to run them. Working on it.Stalking Darkness. Book 2 in Nightrunners. I love Seregil..... I just do....... And yes, I wept.Traitor's Moon. Book 3 in Nightrunners. This was.... interesting. And a bit slow. Like the Iia'sidra. It felt really transitional, but maybe that was the point. If you know about the newt two books, it is a good way to set those up. Throw-away comments becomes important messages.Casket of souls. Book 6 of the 4 Nightrunner books. According to the bookstore i bought them in. For some reason, they missed the two books between Traitor's and Casket. So I actually started reading this, and it didn't take many pages until i realized something was wrong. Had the author forgotten to write a book? Was there another tie-in with shorts, like Glimpses? 4 SECONDS of googleing, I got to know it was all the bookstores fault. So, now i have to wait a week to get to know more. And I HATE waiting.....Assassin's Creed Forsaken. Yeah, I hear you. Why buy the book whan you didn't like the game? Because I'm a perfectionist. In some respects. When it comes to books. If I have bought all the other books, I have to buy this, as well... I will read it. Once I have read the other 4 AC books....So that is this months book load.
I'm a project nut. I do everything in projects. Now, I have a project where I'm going to compare my favorite Disney songs, English to Swedish I got this idea when watching my favorite internet critics. I started to think just how much impact voice acting have. Like how grating Snow White's voice is in English but not in Swedish On the other hand, Snow White sounds much more adult in Swedish. We'll see how that goes.
Now, without further ado, some yaoi fanfiction.....
Junjou Romantica Fanfiction (very, very far removed, you might even argue I just nicked the names.)
”Tadaima!”
Misaki called when he came into his and his big brother's apartment.
He froze on the
threshold. In his and his big brother Nowaki’s apartment was a third man Misaki
didn't know. This was a young man maybe five years older than himself two
years older than Nowaki. He was wearing leisure clothes, his hair was dark brown
and when he looked at Misaki, Misaki saw that his eyes were also brown. This
stranger was not only in their room he was sitting on Nowaki's bed. In Nowaki's
arms.
"Okaeri, Misaki-kun", said Nowaki with a smile at Misaki.
The other man
rested his head on Nowaki's shoulder and looked curiously at Misaki. Misaki's face betrayed shock. For a moment Misaki felt the heat of anger and hate not
only towards this man he didn't know but also and more so at Nowaki. For a
moment Misaki hated big brother with all the passion a 15-year-old boy can
muster. He turned around and slammed the door behind him.
Misaki
called Nowaki after him.
He freed himself
from his friend and followed after his little brother.
"Misaki", he called as he raced after Misaki through the school housing corridors. "Misaki, wait", Nowaki grabbed Misaki arm.
Misaki made a full
turn and pushed hard at Nowaki sending him backwards down on the floor. He
panted heavily.
"It's not
fair", he shouted. "I don't want you to die! I don't want to be alone!"
Misaki hung his
head Nowaki could see the tears streaming down his cheeks he got slowly to his
feet his mind working furiously to understand what Misaki meant.
"Misaki-chan", he said slowly. "What do you have in that messy head of yours?"
"Bad things happen to people who are like that", cried Misaki, desperation in his voice. "I don't want bad things to happen to the only family I have left!"
It dawned on Nowaki what his little brother meant. One week-end when Misaki was 9, Nowaki 12, their parents had gone to visit with the boys uncle. Misaki, who had been battling leukemia at the time, had had a bad week, and begged them to stay home. But Mom and Dad had decided to go anyway, as it was their last chance to visit before uncle left for Europe with his partner. "We'll be back on Sunday", they promised. "It's ok, Miskai-kun. Nowaki takes care of you, and we'll be home on Sunday." They never came back. Saturday night they had been n a car accident. The crash had been caused by the driver in the other car, a man in his thirties. Beside the driver sat his male partner. All six persons in both cars had died instantly. Misaki and Nowaki had been alone and unaware till wednesday, when Nowaki's teacher came with social workers and police in tow.
Nowaki shook his head.
"Misaki", he said. "Come on. Let's go home and talk."
He took Misaki's arm and led him through the staring, curious students. There were always witnesses to everything here.
"Misaki-chan", he said slowly. "What do you have in that messy head of yours?"
"Bad things happen to people who are like that", cried Misaki, desperation in his voice. "I don't want bad things to happen to the only family I have left!"
It dawned on Nowaki what his little brother meant. One week-end when Misaki was 9, Nowaki 12, their parents had gone to visit with the boys uncle. Misaki, who had been battling leukemia at the time, had had a bad week, and begged them to stay home. But Mom and Dad had decided to go anyway, as it was their last chance to visit before uncle left for Europe with his partner. "We'll be back on Sunday", they promised. "It's ok, Miskai-kun. Nowaki takes care of you, and we'll be home on Sunday." They never came back. Saturday night they had been n a car accident. The crash had been caused by the driver in the other car, a man in his thirties. Beside the driver sat his male partner. All six persons in both cars had died instantly. Misaki and Nowaki had been alone and unaware till wednesday, when Nowaki's teacher came with social workers and police in tow.
Nowaki shook his head.
"Misaki", he said. "Come on. Let's go home and talk."
He took Misaki's arm and led him through the staring, curious students. There were always witnesses to everything here.
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Jono and Taro (My own invention....)
Jono stood looking out of a window in his two-bedroom apartment. It was a beautiful day, clear blue sky and a soft summer breeze. He had rarely seen his town so beautiful. For a fleeting moment, Jono felt the desire to go to the nearest seaside town, feel fresh ocean wind on his face, maybe get up early and buy freshly caught fish. But the happy thought slipped away swiftly. He couldn't maintain such thoughts when he was lonely. His beloved would-be husband, Taro, wasn't home. Taro was on tour with his band, and Jono hadn't heard from him in two weeks. That wasn't like Taro, and it made Jono worried. Couldn't Taro call soon? It was always Taro who called Jono, out of convenience. It was always easier for Jono to drop what he was doing and answer the phone, as he only had to consider himself and what he was doing. For him to call Taro and perhaps interrupt a meeting or something would just be bad. Taro was always busy when on tour. But Jono sent text messages sometimes. Or, rather, Jono sent text messages every evening, to say good night.
Jono felt restlessness settle in. He could not just stand by the window doing nothing anymore. The inspiration he had looked for just wasn't there. Work would just have to wait. His editor would go ballistic. Jono went into the living room and turned on the TV. Sitting down in the couch, he flicked through the channels, but nothing seemed to interest him today. He laid down. Jono felt his stomach turn into a worried knot. What if something had happened to Taro? Not knowing was hell, but if something had happened wouldn't all the news stations be reporting on that? Probably. No news are good news, as they say. Jono Fell asleep on the couch as rain clouds started gathering over Hokkaido.
Lead singer and guitarist of the metal Visual Kei band The Hokkaido Scarecrows lay on a couch in a hotel room in Tokyo. Taro was tired beyond belief. This last week of their tour they had kept a tight schedule but it was over now. Finally. Tomorrow, they were going home to Hokkaido. Home to Jono. Taro longed for Jono so much his heart ached. And the rest of his body too, come to think about it. He was wondering how his beautiful mangaka was doing. If Jono missed him as much as he missed Jono. Taro had received text messages from his lover every evening, but he hadn't had time or energy to answer. Next tour he would make sure their manager didn't book them so goddamn tight.
Something heavy landed on Taro's feet. He glared that way. It was Seto, Scarecrows bass player, and Taro's best friend after Jono.
"That hurts, you know", Taro said, no passion in his voice whatsoever. He was far to tired to work up any kind of energy or emotion.
Seto grinned slyly.
"So don't occupy the whole couch", he said. "Geez, man, I remember when you didn't even occupy a whole single bed."
Taro and Set had grown up together, they had lived next door to each other since they were two years old, and were like brothers. For two months, when they were 14, they had been boyfriends, and it had happened since that they had slept together. They had been each others first sexual experience, and they had also been each others latest sexual experience. Taro only knew one other persons body and mind so thoroughly and that was Jono's.
Lead singer and guitarist of the metal Visual Kei band The Hokkaido Scarecrows lay on a couch in a hotel room in Tokyo. Taro was tired beyond belief. This last week of their tour they had kept a tight schedule but it was over now. Finally. Tomorrow, they were going home to Hokkaido. Home to Jono. Taro longed for Jono so much his heart ached. And the rest of his body too, come to think about it. He was wondering how his beautiful mangaka was doing. If Jono missed him as much as he missed Jono. Taro had received text messages from his lover every evening, but he hadn't had time or energy to answer. Next tour he would make sure their manager didn't book them so goddamn tight.
Something heavy landed on Taro's feet. He glared that way. It was Seto, Scarecrows bass player, and Taro's best friend after Jono.
"That hurts, you know", Taro said, no passion in his voice whatsoever. He was far to tired to work up any kind of energy or emotion.
Seto grinned slyly.
"So don't occupy the whole couch", he said. "Geez, man, I remember when you didn't even occupy a whole single bed."
Taro and Set had grown up together, they had lived next door to each other since they were two years old, and were like brothers. For two months, when they were 14, they had been boyfriends, and it had happened since that they had slept together. They had been each others first sexual experience, and they had also been each others latest sexual experience. Taro only knew one other persons body and mind so thoroughly and that was Jono's.
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David, Zen and Nick (Yeah.... three is company....)
David sat in a school desk poring over his paper on medical effects of domestic violence. His interest was mainly the effects on children and young adults, and both short and long term effects. His father worked in the same area, and it only felt natural to do follow in his footsteps. David checked his watch. It was already half past six. He had promised to pick up some groceries on the way home. If he wanted dinner before nine, he had to get going. So he rose, with the feeling he had forgotten something important.
Very few people can afford an apartment in this neighborhood But Zen did. He could afford it. Or, rather, his filthy rich boyfriend, lord David Soames, could afford it. If Zen thought to much about how they lived, or who their neighbors were, it was quite hard to piece together his pride afterwards. So he did his best not to think about it, and just enjoyed it instead. Because, after all, what man like him, from a lower-middle class suburb with no real education, could even dream of a place like this? Zen had been extremely lucky, and he knew it.
The front door opened and closed. A quiet voice called something Zen couldn't hear, but he knew exactly who is was. Nicholas Veld. Nick didn't live here yet, but Zen and David was working hard at convincing him, but Nick was stubborn. Or rather afraid, though he would never admit it. Neither Zen nor David could say if it was this environment that frightened Nick or something else.
"Hey, babe", said Zen, meeting Nick in the hallway. "What have you done to your arm?"
Nicks left arm was in a cast. he had managed to break it since last time he was there, four days ago. And he hadn't called to tell them.
"Nothing", said Nick in a barely audible whisper.
Zens suspiciousness immediately kicked into high gear. This wasn't Nicks first nothing cast or bandage. Besides, Nick seemed dazed, only barely aware, as if he had taken strong pain killers. Zen helped him take of the jacket and then he embrace Nick gently.
"Does it hurt a lot", he asked.
Nick shook his head slowly. That was Nick code for "If I was anything like a normal person, I would lie curled up in fetal position and scream right now." Zen took Nick into the living room. The TV was on, showing animal planet. Zen took the pillows from the couch.
"Lie down", he said. "I'll get you some water. Or do you want something hot?"
"No, I'm fine", muttered Nick.
Zen ignored his lover and decided Nick would have some hot cocoa. While he was in the kitchen the front door opened again and David came in.
"Is Nicky in the living room", he asked, putting the grocery bag on the kitchen table.
The front door opened and closed. A quiet voice called something Zen couldn't hear, but he knew exactly who is was. Nicholas Veld. Nick didn't live here yet, but Zen and David was working hard at convincing him, but Nick was stubborn. Or rather afraid, though he would never admit it. Neither Zen nor David could say if it was this environment that frightened Nick or something else.
"Hey, babe", said Zen, meeting Nick in the hallway. "What have you done to your arm?"
Nicks left arm was in a cast. he had managed to break it since last time he was there, four days ago. And he hadn't called to tell them.
"Nothing", said Nick in a barely audible whisper.
Zens suspiciousness immediately kicked into high gear. This wasn't Nicks first nothing cast or bandage. Besides, Nick seemed dazed, only barely aware, as if he had taken strong pain killers. Zen helped him take of the jacket and then he embrace Nick gently.
"Does it hurt a lot", he asked.
Nick shook his head slowly. That was Nick code for "If I was anything like a normal person, I would lie curled up in fetal position and scream right now." Zen took Nick into the living room. The TV was on, showing animal planet. Zen took the pillows from the couch.
"Lie down", he said. "I'll get you some water. Or do you want something hot?"
"No, I'm fine", muttered Nick.
Zen ignored his lover and decided Nick would have some hot cocoa. While he was in the kitchen the front door opened again and David came in.
"Is Nicky in the living room", he asked, putting the grocery bag on the kitchen table.
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Ryu and Ichiro (This.... is set in a weird, weird universe...... don't ask me to explain....)
"Ohayõ, Ryu-kun!"
Ryu only heard "good morning", his name got muffled when Ichiro embraced him from behind. Ichiro was always clinging to people, Ryu in particular, and lately he had been extremely clingy.
"Do you know how to talk to people without clinging to them", asked Ryu grumpily, shrugging to get rid of Ichiro.
It worked. Ichiro let go of Ryu and sat down on the wall beside him. Sitting side by side, facing opposite directions, Ichiro looked like he was going back to the school while Ryu was leaving. They were opposites in other aspects as well. Ichiro's hair was dyed platinum blonde and reached below his shoulders. His eyes were gray, he was well-built after more than 10 years of sports and martial arts, he was social and outgoing. Ryu on the other hand had jet black hair cropped short, his eyes were dark brown, almost black. He was thin on the verge of skinny. Ryu was very much a loner, he often got angry if people got to close. Or at least he had been, last term. Ryu had transferred to Yokohama's Enchant Academy after last winter's holidays ten months ago. Ichiro had caught sight of him, watched him for a while, then decided. Ryu was the one he wanted. He had decided to treat Ryu's attitude as a facade. It was a shell, and shells could crack. Ichiro had worked hard ever since February. He pulled Ryu into his little group of friends, made sure Ryu wasn't alone all the time. At first, Ryu had tried his best to make Ichiro leave him alone, but Ichiro was persistent He had managed to wear Ryu's defenses down, and now, ten months after Ryu's transfer, they were friends. Ryu even liked it when Ichiro clung to him, but he would never admit that.
October wind grabbed their hair, made Ichiro's blonde curls move. They sat like that, side by side, facing opposite directions for a few minutes.
"Suki", said Ichiro suddely.
Ryu sighed. He could be friends with Ichiro, he could let Ichiro drag him along to the movies or city events with the rest of his friends, he could even let Ichiro cling to him, but he couldn't let Ichiro love him.
"So you keep telling me", he muttered.
"Every day", nodded Ichiro. "Hoping that one day you might get it. I mean it."
Ryu sighed again, from the bottom of his heart. He wasn't feeling well, why did Ichiro have to go and say things like that today, when he was already so weak? Ryu felt his defenses break entirely. He lened slowly on Ichiro.
"I love you, too", he whispered.
Ichiro felt so happy he could shout. He was one of those who might actully do that, for real. But he wasn't insensitive, he knew full well that Ryu didn't appreciate that sort of things. He alså realized Ryu wasn't feeling well. He seemed tired and lonely. So instead he just slipped an arm around Ryu's waist.
Ryu closed his eyes. What am I doing, he thought. Where are my defeses, my composure? Didn't I promise myself not to fall in love? Didn't I say it would just hurt? Hurt me, hurt whoever I fall in love with. So why do I fell safe for the first time in a whole year? Why do I feel like everything's going to be all right?
October wind grabbed their hair, made Ichiro's blonde curls move. They sat like that, side by side, facing opposite directions for a few minutes.
"Suki", said Ichiro suddely.
Ryu sighed. He could be friends with Ichiro, he could let Ichiro drag him along to the movies or city events with the rest of his friends, he could even let Ichiro cling to him, but he couldn't let Ichiro love him.
"So you keep telling me", he muttered.
"Every day", nodded Ichiro. "Hoping that one day you might get it. I mean it."
Ryu sighed again, from the bottom of his heart. He wasn't feeling well, why did Ichiro have to go and say things like that today, when he was already so weak? Ryu felt his defenses break entirely. He lened slowly on Ichiro.
"I love you, too", he whispered.
Ichiro felt so happy he could shout. He was one of those who might actully do that, for real. But he wasn't insensitive, he knew full well that Ryu didn't appreciate that sort of things. He alså realized Ryu wasn't feeling well. He seemed tired and lonely. So instead he just slipped an arm around Ryu's waist.
Ryu closed his eyes. What am I doing, he thought. Where are my defeses, my composure? Didn't I promise myself not to fall in love? Didn't I say it would just hurt? Hurt me, hurt whoever I fall in love with. So why do I fell safe for the first time in a whole year? Why do I feel like everything's going to be all right?
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Gabriel Hawke and Anders (Yes.... Dragon Age 2.....) (Here be male on male sex..... if you cant take it, skip it)
Gabriel Hawke sat staring into a campfire. Their last for a long while, or so he hoped. He hoped their long journey would come to an end tomorrow, they had seen their destination from a hilltop a few hours ago. The Grey Wardens in Baldur's Gate had said that wen you first saw the White City from a hilltop, it was only a full day's march left in clear weather, two if it rained.
Gabriel felt said and tired and a tiny bit frustrated. His hunger had been stilled, his thirst quenched, now he wanted to rest in his lovers arms. Time was so precious, and he could feel his own time slip away. His lover, Anders, sat down beside him. He had been away fetching water. While by the brook, Anders had had a moment of clear thinking. He had realized that Gabriel needed some attention. Since they left Baldur's Gate they had both been so intent on the purpose of their journey, the help Anders, that they both seemed to have forgotten Gabriels well-being.
"I should make you some tea", said Anders quietly. "You look a bit cold."
"I don't want tea", said Gabriel and took Anders hand. "I want something much different tonight."
Anders smiled.
"We could stay outside if you wish", he said. "It's clear and warm."
Gabriel shook his head.
"Sorry, but I want a roof over my head. Even if it is just a tent."
"As you wish", said Anders. "Your word is law, as always. But are you certain we should make love?"
"You read me like an open book", smiled Gabriel. "And yes, we should."
Gabriel rose and Anders followed. They went into their tent. To Gabriel, their blankets looked very inviting. He sat down. Anders sat down opposite to him. They undressed each other in silence. Gabriel felt Anders' warm, smooth skin under his fingers, felt his muscles tense with anticipated pleasure. Anders caressed Gabriels chest, let his hands run up over his shoulders. He pulled Gabriel gently into his arms.
"Your'e trembling", he said. "Afraid?"
Gabriel smiled and let his left hand caress Anders' right thigh.
"What am I", he asked. "A 16-year-old virgin?"
"No", admitted Anders. "But you never seem to get used to this."
Gabriel kissed Anders' chest.
"Maybe I'm just tired", he said. "Or maybe I'm just exited."
"Let's hope for that last thing."
Gabriel nodded.He was still not sure what he wanted most, sex or sleep, but he knew this couldn't be stopped now. Anders leaned down and kissed Gabriel's hair. Gabriel looked up. Anders took the chance as it presented itself, and kissed Gabriel on the lips, long and deep. Gently, he pushed Gabriel down on his back. Not the easiest way for to men to make love, but the absolutely most intimate. For a long while, they just lay like that, kissing, until Gabriel whispered:
"I'm cold."
Anders grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it around them.
"I hope you are ready, love", he said. "Because I can't wait a moment longer."
Gabriel nodded. He was ready for anything.
A soft moan escaped Gabriel. Anders hadn't been kidding. He thrust deep and hard into Gabriel. Gabriel closed his eyes, lost himself to Anders' strength, to their love, to their lust. He could fell Anders' warm skin as he caressed his arms, his shoulders, his back, could feel Anders' hot breath on his neck, on his face, mingling with his own in eager kisses. Could feel Anders' hands touching him, touching him.....
At first. Gabriel didn't even notice, so lost was he in their hunger that he found it only natural, nothing strange. Then, he thought perhaps it was an effect of their climax, an odd one. But as he felt himself weakening, he realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes, and instead of meeting Anders' warm, loving brown eyes, he saw the blazing blue of Justice's. Justice had again taken over and he was now trying to strangle Gabriel. He was succeeding. Gabriel couldn't breathe. His body, which had only moments ago been trembling with pleasure was now trembling with fear and agony.
"Anders", he croaked.
"Anders is not here", said Justice hoarsely. "You are a distraction. I can't let you live."
"Let go of me", whispered Gabriel. He wanted to shout.
Justice's grip around Gabriel's throat tightened.
"I can't", said Justice. "I and Anders need to go back to Ferelden. We need to right the wrongs done to mages there. I can't let you live."
Gabriels head was swimming, he couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized he would die now, by Justice's hand. He would never see Anders' brown reassuring eyes again, never hear his voice. The desire to tell Anders one more thing rose in him. With his last strength, he said:
"Anders, I love you."
Then, everything went black. How long he was unconscious he couldn't tell, but when he woke up, Anders lay beside him, still gasping for breath. Their eyes met. Anders' eyes was again that warm brown.
"Did I hurt you", asked Anders quietly.
Gabriel shook his head. Anders took his hand and massaged it gently.
"Liar", he said.
Gabriel twisted around, rested his head on Anders chest. He was feeling really dizzy.
"Don't let me fall asleep yet", he muttered. "I think I'll never wake up again if I do.
Anders lay his right arm around Gabriel, and took Gabriel's right hand, that lay on his chest, with his left.
"I'll make sure you wake up", he said. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Go to sleep."
"You didn't hurt me. I was Justice. But yes, I'll go to sleep. I trust you to take care of me."
Anders couldn't help but wonder if that trust wasn't extremely misplaced.
"I should make you some tea", said Anders quietly. "You look a bit cold."
"I don't want tea", said Gabriel and took Anders hand. "I want something much different tonight."
Anders smiled.
"We could stay outside if you wish", he said. "It's clear and warm."
Gabriel shook his head.
"Sorry, but I want a roof over my head. Even if it is just a tent."
"As you wish", said Anders. "Your word is law, as always. But are you certain we should make love?"
"You read me like an open book", smiled Gabriel. "And yes, we should."
Gabriel rose and Anders followed. They went into their tent. To Gabriel, their blankets looked very inviting. He sat down. Anders sat down opposite to him. They undressed each other in silence. Gabriel felt Anders' warm, smooth skin under his fingers, felt his muscles tense with anticipated pleasure. Anders caressed Gabriels chest, let his hands run up over his shoulders. He pulled Gabriel gently into his arms.
"Your'e trembling", he said. "Afraid?"
Gabriel smiled and let his left hand caress Anders' right thigh.
"What am I", he asked. "A 16-year-old virgin?"
"No", admitted Anders. "But you never seem to get used to this."
Gabriel kissed Anders' chest.
"Maybe I'm just tired", he said. "Or maybe I'm just exited."
"Let's hope for that last thing."
Gabriel nodded.He was still not sure what he wanted most, sex or sleep, but he knew this couldn't be stopped now. Anders leaned down and kissed Gabriel's hair. Gabriel looked up. Anders took the chance as it presented itself, and kissed Gabriel on the lips, long and deep. Gently, he pushed Gabriel down on his back. Not the easiest way for to men to make love, but the absolutely most intimate. For a long while, they just lay like that, kissing, until Gabriel whispered:
"I'm cold."
Anders grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it around them.
"I hope you are ready, love", he said. "Because I can't wait a moment longer."
Gabriel nodded. He was ready for anything.
A soft moan escaped Gabriel. Anders hadn't been kidding. He thrust deep and hard into Gabriel. Gabriel closed his eyes, lost himself to Anders' strength, to their love, to their lust. He could fell Anders' warm skin as he caressed his arms, his shoulders, his back, could feel Anders' hot breath on his neck, on his face, mingling with his own in eager kisses. Could feel Anders' hands touching him, touching him.....
At first. Gabriel didn't even notice, so lost was he in their hunger that he found it only natural, nothing strange. Then, he thought perhaps it was an effect of their climax, an odd one. But as he felt himself weakening, he realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes, and instead of meeting Anders' warm, loving brown eyes, he saw the blazing blue of Justice's. Justice had again taken over and he was now trying to strangle Gabriel. He was succeeding. Gabriel couldn't breathe. His body, which had only moments ago been trembling with pleasure was now trembling with fear and agony.
"Anders", he croaked.
"Anders is not here", said Justice hoarsely. "You are a distraction. I can't let you live."
"Let go of me", whispered Gabriel. He wanted to shout.
Justice's grip around Gabriel's throat tightened.
"I can't", said Justice. "I and Anders need to go back to Ferelden. We need to right the wrongs done to mages there. I can't let you live."
Gabriels head was swimming, he couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized he would die now, by Justice's hand. He would never see Anders' brown reassuring eyes again, never hear his voice. The desire to tell Anders one more thing rose in him. With his last strength, he said:
"Anders, I love you."
Then, everything went black. How long he was unconscious he couldn't tell, but when he woke up, Anders lay beside him, still gasping for breath. Their eyes met. Anders' eyes was again that warm brown.
"Did I hurt you", asked Anders quietly.
Gabriel shook his head. Anders took his hand and massaged it gently.
"Liar", he said.
Gabriel twisted around, rested his head on Anders chest. He was feeling really dizzy.
"Don't let me fall asleep yet", he muttered. "I think I'll never wake up again if I do.
Anders lay his right arm around Gabriel, and took Gabriel's right hand, that lay on his chest, with his left.
"I'll make sure you wake up", he said. "I'm sorry I hurt you. Go to sleep."
"You didn't hurt me. I was Justice. But yes, I'll go to sleep. I trust you to take care of me."
Anders couldn't help but wonder if that trust wasn't extremely misplaced.
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