Some Christmas yaoi i never posted.....

Yeah... I update so often, don't I?

Have some yaoi and be happy. It's New Years Day for fuck's sake.....

Most days, Alex liked his apartment. It was tucked into a corner, he had windows in three directions and all rooms. Comfortable and fashionable rooms, fit for a young man of his fame. Only… empty. Empty and lonely. And he hated it for its emptiness. Why, oh why, had he decided to stay home this winter holiday instead of going with his cousin to his aunt and uncle’s home? What stupidity had come over him?

                             Alex had no real desire to do anything. Even going online felt utterly pointless. No. Real, live IRL people. That’s what he needed. Only, the places people go were so far away. It would take him at least 5 minutes to walk down to the bar. Sighing as if the world was about to end, he changed, put on his boots and jacket, grabbed his phone and keys and walked the 250 meter to the local bar.

                             Once there, he was greeted with cheers and smiles. Smiling back, he made his way to the bar, sat down in a tucked-away corner and asked for a glass of whiskey. The bartender smiled a little. Alex was well known here, and the bartender knew that whiskey was the drink of choice when Alex was feeling bad, wanted people around, but didn’t want interaction. Maybe that wasn’t so strange, Alex must have lots of people pestering him for some Q&A every day.

                             The cheerful talking and laughter only underscored Alex’ loneliness. Four hours, three glasses of whiskey and a few scraps of musical ideas later, Alex gave up and left. He felt worse than when he had come, but at least he had jotted down some things for work. It was just past midnight, rather dark and empty, so to gain some time, he cut across the skating rink. He shouldn’t have. He slipped, fell and hit his head and twisted his ankle. Head blazing with pain he gave in.

“Fuck it”, he said out loud. “I’ll just lie here ‘til the others come back in two weeks.”

                             Having said that, though, he felt a little less miserable, so he tried to sit up. His foot throbbed painfully, and his head said no! don’t do that! Every movement made him nauseous and he was seeing double. He closed his eyes to clear his head.

“HEY!”

                             Alex eyes snapped open. A man stood over him.

“You’re awake”, the man said with half a smile. “It’s kinda stupid to sleep on the ice, you know.”

                             Still seeing double, Alex blinked and thought.

“I didn’t mean to”, he muttered.

“No kidding”, said the man. “I know that you lot can be an eccentric bunch, but this… Are you all right?”

                             The man stretched out a hand, expecting Alex to take it.

“One”, Alex said trying to sit up by himself, but his head was still protesting. “What do you mean ‘you lot’ and two, why do I recognize you? All three of you?”

“Double vision, is it”, the man asked, crouching down beside Alex and helping him sit. “Maybe O should call an ambulance after all.”

                             Alex grimaced. He was mortally afraid of anything having to do with hospitals.

“I’m fine. You didn’t answer my questions.”

“You’re not fine. You probably have a concussion. Can you stand?”

                             He helped Alex up. Getting to his feet, Alex felt the pain in his foot again, and faltered. His helper held on to him.

“Your foot”, he asked.

                             Alex nodded.

“Must have twisted it”, he muttered. “Could you answer my questions?”

“If you at least let me help you home and call someone who can sit with you. You shouldn’t sleep if you have a concussion.”

“No one to call, they’re out of town.”

“Then I’ll stay with you. Someone has to.”

“Yeah, thanks, but you have a life of your own. Do yourself a favor and don’t get dragged into mine.”

“Too late. Whereto?”

                             Resigning to the kindness this man obviously harbored, or maybe it was just Alex wanting it to be kindness, he pointed.

“Over there.”

                             They started to walk toward the apartment complex. For Alex, every step was sheer pain, in his foot or in his head. He tried not to use the foot too much. It was slow walk, but soon he felt like he had run a marathon.

“I meant musicians”, the stranger said suddenly.

“What?”

“When I said that you lot could be eccentric. I meant musicians. Alex Gabriels.”

“You know my name. But then, everybody do.”

“Most people know my name, as well. You said you recognize me. I peg your inability to place me down to you being drunk and having a concussion. I’m Kevin Reesi.”

                             Alex grimaced. Of course, he though, Stupid me.

“How drunk were you anyway”, Kevin asked.

“Not nearly as drunk as I wanted to be”, Alex replied bitterly.

“Maybe you’d been more careful if you’d been that drunk”, mused Kevin.

                             Alex fished his keys out from a pocked. He was trembling and sweating from pain now, and could barely unlock the door. The fingerprint and iris scan felt like it took forever. Once inside, he collapsed on the nearest chair in the kitchen.

                             Kevin hung his coat at the rack, took of his winter shoes and looked around. So this is how the richest man in the world under 25 lived. Fashionable, but rather impersonal. Almost like a page in a catalogue. Rather strange, actually. In all interviews Alex seemed like a very personable guy, who made everything his own. Apparently not so with the place he lived. And the rumors seemed like they could be true. Alex didn’t have a girlfriend, there was no such thing as a woman’s touch in this apartment.

                             He went into the kitchen and helped Alex take of his boots and jacket. About time, too, Alex foot was swelling.

“Do you have any kind of medical supplies”, he asked.

“Maybe. In the bathroom.”

                             Kevin walked across the entrance hall to the bathroom.

“I thought you were a teacher”, Alex shot after him.

“And I was under the impression that you were a rather clever guy. Apparently, we don’t know much about each other.”

“You’re not a teacher?”

“No, I’m a professor.”

“Semantics”, muttered Alex as Kevin came back with gauze, tape and scissors.

“Perhaps”, he said pleasantly. “Do you need help taking of your pants?”

                             Alex’ head wasn’t clear enough for him to blush. He just undid the buttons, stood on his other foot and took them of, then he sat down again. Kevin crouched down and took his foot. Alex grimaced.

“I know it hurts”, Kevin said. “And it will keep hurting all night.”

“Too bad”, said Alex lazily. “So, professor. Why are you doing this, exactly?”

                             Kevin concentrated on the job at hand for a moment. Why was he doing this, exactly? Because Alex was famous and he wanted a brush with such fame? Because of the goodness of his heart? No, neither was true. The first absolutely not, and the latter only partly true. The true truth, however, eluded him. For now.

“I’m not sure. Because you needed help and refused hospital care.”

                             Alex smirked.

“A sane person had just called an ambulance. Probably from the path, and then moved on without caring.”

“That last part doesn’t sound very sane.”

“Maybe not. But that’s what human beings do. They don’t care. Especially not about me.”

                             It sounded less bitter and more resigned. Famous he might be, but Alex was not without his scars, Kevin realized. After a long moment’s silence, he asked:

“How’s your head?”

                             Alex shrugged.

“I’ll live”, he muttered. “You don’t have to stay, you know.”

“Don’t start. You’ll just lose the argument.”

“Whatever. Can I put my pants back on?”

“You should put on some pajama pants or something. More comfortable.”

“Yeah, maybe. Can we watch TV?”

“Sure. As long as you don’t fall asleep.”

                             Alex got up on one unsteady foot. Kevin grabbed his arm as he was about to fall.

“That’s why you’re here, right”, said Alex with a genuinely warm smile. That smile brightened his whole being. If I’m not careful, Kevin thought, I’ll fall in love with his guy.

“Exactly”, he said.

“So you’re really going to stay here, with me, all night?”

“Yes. All night. And you will hate me for it in the morning”

                             Kevin didn’t know it then, but that was just the first of very many nights.

Happy 2014....

Crazy casting couch! Casting The Nightrunner series, Part 1

Sometimes, you do stupid things. Like doing your own ice cream, and then put the freezing bowl into the freezer, instead of moving the ice cream into a different container. It took 2 hours last night no get the ice cream soft enough to scoop. As I STILL didn’t move the ice cream into a new container, I’m looking at 2 hours of idly waiting for my ice cream… *sigh*

I intend to use these two hours to do a crazy casting couch. And with crazy, I mean that I will not cast actors as characters (well, that too), but characters as characters. Where, or even why, I got this idea, I don’t know. I just can’t explain it. This is part serious, part humor, but mostly serious. Only, as you can’t really cast characters that doesn’t exit as characters in other movies as characters that doesn’t exist…. Let’s just say, take it with a grain… no… truckload… of salt.

I intend to do one casting couch on each book I own, unless they are straightforward series or something. No point casting every Nancy Drew book I have. Yeah… I have those, too. I’ve been a kid.  I have over 400 books, and I will try to look at them all. First I thought I’d look at them in the same order as they stand in my book shelves, but as my immediate inspiration is The nightrunner series, I’ll just take it backwards instead. My book are sorted according to size. Largest (Tallest) book at the top left, smallest (shortest) book at the bottom right. Actually, Nightrunners is 6th from the bottom right, so I’m cheating a little. I’ll take the other 5 too, don’t worry.

Today’s exercise: The Nightrunner series, book 1: Luck in the Shadows, and book 2: Stalking Darkness.

So, I’m currently reading the Nightrunners now for the 4th time since I discovered them in, well, actually it was during the Pride in Stockholm 2012. The bookstore had Casket of souls out special for the occasion. That’s when I wanted to read it. Didn’t buy it until my birthday in March this year, so 4 times since March. So… Thank you Lynn Flewelling, for writing the best fantasy series I’ve read for the last 10 years. That it’s yaoi is just a great bonus.

So, let me run this down for everyone who hasn’t read them:

Young northerner Alec, wanderer, hunter, orphan, is thrown into Asengai’s dungeons. Exactly who Asengai is, I don’t know, but probably some lord with a holding in the North. (Don’t ask why I capitalize North. I don’t think the author did.) There, he is joined by another prisoner who doesn’t intend to stay in prison for very long. The second prisoner, later known as Seregil, who is an Aurënfaie (essentially: elf (Tolkien, not Santa)), takes Alec with him on a whim, they head down to a town called Wolde, steal a wooden coin, meet up with a friend of Seregil’s called Micum Cavish, gets ambushed, Micum parts ways with them, and Alec and Seregil goes on by boat towards the country, and it’s capital, where Seregil lives. Seregil dresses up as a woman for the passage on boat, witch… Yeah… well, fools everyone until the captain finds him with his pants down… eh… skirts up… Oh, and during this time, he’s also sick and half mad, because of that coin. Left to try to fend for them both alone, Alec manages to take them to Skala and its capital city Rhiminee (wonderful name, by the way), where he is met by the wizard and old friend of Seregil’s, Nysander, and the wizard’s apprentice, Thero. They soon get Seregil to his feet. Did I mention Alec chanced a meeting with the youngest(?) princess of Skala on the way down, and carried out a whole conversation about horses with her, without ever realizing Klia was a princess? This story could have ended right there, but… No way, we’re barely beginning. Back on his feet, Seregil installs himself and Alec at the inn The Cockerell and then, it’s back to business. Seregil is known in certain circles as “The Rhiminee Cat”. That’s who you contact when you need something done of the… shady sort. Recovering compromising letters, spying, the occasional love token delivered. All under the cover of darkness, of course. He trains Alec, and as a… graduation… he gives Alec the solo mission of burgling a house in the Noble Quarter, without telling him he’s burgling Seregil’s own home, or that Seregil will be inside, throwing a party. What a ruse…

                             Anywho, so Seregil is a lord, kin to Queen Idrilain of Skala, a nightrunner and a Watcher. The watcher are the Queens spies, thieves, advisers, whatever she needs, but they also have a greater purpose. The wizard Nysander has in his possession 2 items, one of them that cursed wooden disk, of deadly danger. He is trying to protect the items, and all the people in Skala, from a foe Seregil and Alec made themselves up in Wolde, the Plenimaran lord Mardus. Mardus intend to take possession of the 2 items, and some other, and finish the Helm of Seriamaius (did I spell that right? *shrugs*), the… death god? Of Plenimar. Necromancy and stuff. Killing a million people with a thought. Are you noticing that I’m running out of steam? Court intrigues, Seregil gets implemented, they clear his name, Alec and Klia are almost killed in a fire, stuff, secret stuff, more stuff, Seregil tells Alec that Alec is a faie, (ok, he is, because humans are called Tirfaie by the Aurënfaie, but Alec is probably (really, we get to know later) Hazadrielfaie), Alec and Seregil confess their love, bittersweet ending, fin books 1-2. (Yeah, I know. Go read the books if you want to read more.)

That’ll do for now. Let’s put a cast to this heavy-hitter.

Casting the North

The North isn’t all that character-heavy, as it were. I’m a bit torn as to put Seregil here or not, but I think I will, just because it’s where he and Alec meet. There are, of course, a handful of minor characters, but I won’t even bother with them. So the line-up stands as follows:

Alec (later known as Alec I Amasa of Kerry and Alec of Ivywell): Cloud Strife. Now here me out on this, because I know it’s a weird thought. BEFORE Cloud became the moping emo he is today (basically, before the end of FF7 and Sephiroth did that… thing…) Cloud was very much the wide-eyed optimist. Without being gullible, he took life and the world in a stride without lingering all that much on the past. While I’d argue that Alec’s “growing-up”-curve is much steeper than Cloud’s, and Cloud’s “growing-up”-curves final point is rather on the catastrophic side, somewhere mid-stories they seem rather equal. That’s why I think Cloud could pull of playing Alec in a movie. I can’t answer for his archery skills, though…

Seregil I Korit: Here’s probably the weirdest casting choice ever made: Clopin from Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame. You know, that guy that tells the story in the beginning, with that epic song, and… well. Both are pretty much the high-spirited rogues, with a streak of deadly serious. Seregil has no problem going between his roles as nightrunner, watcher, lesser lord or any other that he “plays to the hilt”, and I just get the feeling that Clopin wouldn’t either. Maybe we need to shed some years from Clopin before giving him the role, Seregil being the perpetual youth.

Captain Rhal of the “Darter”: Ok, this was hard. I thought about this for four days before coming up with a solution. Admiral Hackett in Mass Effect crossed with Long John Silver in Disney’s Treasure Planet. Here’s my reasoning: If you’d cross them, they would look the part. And with shrewdness and humor of Long John Silver and the authority commanded by Hackett, this would work wonders. And as Silver was voiced by Brian Murray in English and Sven Wollter in Swedish, and Hackett was voiced by Lance Henriksen… *fangirl dreaming*.

Casting the villains

As we meet our first villains in the North, Wolde to be exact, I’ll just cast them now.

Duke Mardus of Plenimar: This Plenimaran bastard is a bit hard for me to grasp. But I see someone imposing. Like… Shan Yu, you know, the Hun leader in Disney’s Mulan. Clean him up a bit, cure him of whatever weird sickness he has in his eyes… yeah, I can see that.

Vargûl Ashnazai: Tim Curry! This was actually the first one I settled on. The first role I remember seeing him in was as the Cardinal Richelieu in The Three Musketeers from 1993 (Another Disney movie… what’s wrong with me?) and he was just so deliciously devious and creepy. He just needs to shrink a little, then he’s good to go as this Plenimaran bastard of a necromancer.

Irtuk Beshar: Female (? *nods*) corpse (?) =) Yeah, she was once a pretty woman, I think. I’m thinking ice queen like Cersei Lannister or something Nicole Kidman could pull off. For her later appearance… Nicole Kidman as a mummy, anyone?

Casting Watermead

Ok, so, Seregils friend Micum Cavish they met in the north, that’s why I opt to take Watermead before Rhiminee.

Micum Cavish:  Another very weird choice: King Triton in Disney’s The Little Mermaid. Micum is kindhearted, calm, pretty much Seregil’s opposite in temper. But still a badass warrior if need-be. King Triton is all of these, and with only three daughters to contend with instead of 7, I think he’d call it vacation. I also imagine Triton as being a red-head, like his youngest daughter, and lite Micum.

Kari Cavish: Micum’s wife. Another no-brainer. Lady Catelyn from Game of thrones. Kind, caring, strong, bunch of kids… Yeah. Perfect. She looks the part too. I’m not sure, though, whether I want Lady Catelyn or Michelle Fairley to play the part.

Becka Cavish: This feisty read-headed wannabe soldier, oldest daughter to Micum and Kari, and after having spent a couple of weeks training together, Alec’s almost-sister, should be played by Aveline in Dragon Age 2. They’re actually so much alike, although Aveline being, what, 10 years older than Becka, that I sometimes wonder if the DA2 writers didn’t read this book before creating her. Maybe it’s just me.

Elsbeth Cavish: Hello, little mouse. Ok, I doubt she’s a mouse, but she is the quiet, book-smart middle daughter of Micum and Kari. Seregil tends to spoil her with books. For this role, I cast Sophie Hatter of Miyazaki’s Howl’s moving castle (which is based on a book. Go read. It’s really good.) before she is turned into a little old lady. Quiet, a little mousy, but I’m sure she can bite back when she needs to.

Illia Cavish: This was SO HARD I needed help. So thank you all in my forum-thread at Familjeliv who came up with great suggestions! I finally settled on Kajsa Kavat (known as Brenda Brave to all you englishspeakers reading my blog). Kajsa in the short TV-movie is only four, but I think she would be great as the high-spirited, chatty 7- (or was it 6 or 8) year-old girl.

Casting the Orëska House

Nysander: I thought about this for the better part of four hours until I came up with: Liam Neeson. I think this is my love for voices shining through. I think what made me go there was Neeson’s portrayal of Ra’s al-Guhl in Batman begins, which is a complete oxymoron. Nysander is kind, compassionate and intelligent, all he has in common with Ra’s is intelligence. The other tings Ra’s is not. I think. Never saw him as such at any rate. But on the other hand, Nysander can be just as deadly, so I think it’s a good match.

Thero: Nysanders apprentice Thero is quiet, a little stuck up and he and Seregil HATES each other. Well, maybe hate is a bit harsh. They are more like... Jealous brothers, vying for their father’s attention. This is another that gives me grief. First thought: David Krumholtz, as seen as Bernard in The Santa Clause. Second thought: Antonio Banderas, if he was 20 again. Third thought: Lightning Farron in the beginning of Final Fantasy XIII. Then I gave up. So maybe all three of them, as a hybrid…

Magyana: Wynne in Dragon Age Origins. We don’t get to know much about Magyana in these two books, but my feeling of her is that she is a lady that is nice and kind and can handle herself. Like Wynne.

Ylinestra: Another ice queen, at least that’s my impression. Sure, she seems kind and compassionate and more than a femme fatale, but something was always off-putting about her to me. Like… The White Witch in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Tilda Swinton was great, but so was Barbra Kellerman. Very different from each other, but still great.

Now, I need a rest, if I can ever sleep in this clammy weather we're having. I'll take the rest later.

All respect to Lynn Flewelling, and a great "thank you". It's been a while I had this great a time reading a book. I mean no harm in this Casting couch, just some fun, and I do want people to read your books.

Thanks to these users of Familjeliv.se, for giving me ideas for casting Illia: Sticka, Stumpan83, elyse, OLilly, Juniana, and especially Toppen9 for suggesting Kajsa Kavat. 

I need a new computer..... digitizing my writing, part 2

I am in full meltdown mode today. I'm so annoyed I think i could kill someone. My computer decided to crap out on me entirely today, so I'm trying to swiftly do some safecopying before reformatting and reinstalling. "Swiftly" seems to be a bit enthusiastic, however. So far, it has taken me 12 hours. And my harddrive isn't even that big....

Anywho, I wont be going to bed anytime soon, so let's just pick up one of those millions of writing pads.....

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Kana and Sora (This is before Aito joined them)

Sunset. Tokyo changes, daylife ends, nightlife stars. Night creatures stir. 50 years ago, Tokyo was under martial law, at night it was a ghost town. Now, once again, it is living, breathing  pulsating, at night just like at day. But still it is lost. Proud, strong Tokyo is no longer what it once was. Its biggest lost is its people. Once a megatropolis inhabited by 26 million people. Now, a city of only 4 million. 4 million English speaking, rude, history less children. Kana despised it. So swiftly had his nation and his people forgotten themselves. Kana despised it as much as he once had despised his own name. As a child he had often been teased for having a girls name. But he had grown with it. In Hawaii the name Kana was for boys, the name of an old god. Now, Kana was as close to being a god a man could ever be. And he sat in the dusk, looking down on the children of Tokyo from on high.

          The man in the bed behind Kana moved. Sora always stirred at sunset. Sat up. Saw Kana silhouetted against the panorama window. Sora crawled over to Kana and embraced him. 

"Isn't it cold to sit like this", he asked. 

          Kana smiled. Every evening, Sora asked the same. And every evening Kana's answer was the same.

"Only until you come and embrace me."

          Sora buried his face in Kanas dark, shoulder-long hair. 

"Sora did good", he said in an asking tone.

"Sora did great", nodded Kana. "Sora also sound like a five-year-old."

          Sora laughed and kissed Kanas shoulder. 

"Come back to bed", he begged. "I don't want to get up yet."

          Kana was inclined to accept. On one condition.

"Lose the pj's and I'll think about it", he said in a teasing voice.

"I'll lose mine if you lose yours", said Sora slyly.

"My what? I'm only wearing pants."

"Mm-hm", smiled Sora and sneaked a hand into Kana's pants. "And it's pants that are most in the way."

          Kana grabbed Sora's hand and pulled it out. 

"Tease", he said. "But yes, why not? Even though we have things to do."

"They can wait", said Sora and went back to the bed. "We have forever. 

          Kana nodded. Sora was right, they had forever. He rose form the floor and walked over to the bed in two strides. In those two strides he managed to undress completely. Sora stretched out his arms towards him.

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Cesario

Cesario's home was small. But he had no objection, as this was the only home he had ever known. It was a room, two meters wide, three meters long and 1,5 meters between the mattress and the ceiling. There were no windows and the small door was set about one meter above the floor of the corridor beyond. That was where Davíd and Father came in when they visited. In the other end of the room was a second door leading to the bathroom and the garden. 

          Today was Cesarios 15th birthday. He didn't need to work, he would get a special treat with dinner. Father always gave him lavish clothes or jewelry on his birthdays and Davíd gave him trinkets. Davíds trinkets weren't worth much, but Cesario treasured them the most. Last year Davíd had given him a rock. A beautiful rock, black with streaks of white, perfectly smooth and warm. It lay secure with Cesario's jewelry behind one of the panels of the walls in his room, still warm to the touch.

          It was a warm, humid day at the end of the rain season. Soon the loathsome summer would be here. Cesario didn't like summer. As a child it had always been hard for him to play with the other children, especially in summer. He would get burned by the sun, once quite terribly. So much so that Father had forbidden him to be out in direct sunlight. They all believed it was because of his fair skin and hair. The people on the trade caravans had stories about people who lived in the far north, who had fair skin and fair hair, whose summers were like the rain season and the winter were like the desert night when the water in the buckets froze. Cesario had come with such a caravan 11 years ago, the trader said the village had been in smoky ruins and the only thing alive there was Cesario. So the trader had taken him away from there, and then sold him to Father and the Diamond Star, and now, 11 years later, he had been declared the best new sex worker in the imperial city. The emperor had even chosen him to attend to the prince at his 17th birthday. It was rumored that the prince was very pleased indeed.
          Davíd sat down beside Cesario, interrupting his thoughts. He took Cesarios hand and put a wooden senet piece in his palm. Cesario looked down at it, surprised.
"A play piece", he asked.
"The rest is in your room", said Davíd. "I remembered you saying you wanted to learn how to play."

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Alexander Gabriels had failed. He had promised himself that he would not be screwing around this tour. No drinking, no drugs and no guys. He had let himself down. But more than that, more than anything, he had let Kevin down. He and Kevin had only been a "real" couple for four months before Alex left on the galactic tour, and Kevin, the great guy that he was and who totally understood how Alex worked and felt, had said when Alex left four months ago that he did not expect Alex to be faithful to him. It was to soon for that. But Alex had promised himself that he would be faithful to Kevin, and to be fair, he had done quite well. Usually, Alex had a minimum of one sex partner per week when on tour. This time he had had only one every month. Four times he had failed to keep his promise, but at least it was better than sixteen. He had also done less partying. His manager was pleased and his cousin had high hopes that Alex' wild days might be over. Nathan Gabriels even considered accepting that Alex' new boyfriend was so much older than him.
          Alex turned a corner in the apartment complex corridor where he lived. The only door in this small, dead end was his. Leaning on his door stood Kevin. Alex froze. For a moment he wanted to turn and run, but instead he took a deep breath and walked up to Kevin. He put his head on his shoulder.
"I missed you", he said quietly.
"I missed you, too", said Kevin and put a hand on his head. He couldn't really embrace Alex because of the bag Alex carried.
"I'm sorry", sobbed Alex. "I'm really sorry. I tried so hard..."
"I know", said Kevin soothingly. "You did you best, and for that I'm happy. But let's go inside."
          Alex sniffed a little, and calmed down. Kevin moved aside.
"Have you been waiting long", asked Alex as he turned the key and scanned his eye and right forefinger.
"Only 15 minutes."
          Alex let Kevin inside.
"I don't remember saying when we'd be back. Only what day."
"I checked your flight manifest online."
          Alex smiled wryly.
"Kevin's got hacking skills."
"Not in the slightest", muttered Kevin. "You're a celebrity, Alex. All I did was using a search engine."

More yaoi scraps... Why am I writing New stuff?

I decided I wouldn't write anything until I was done digitizing the old stuff. But... Aparently I'm utterly hopeless. So,  for your entertainment...(?)

(btw, I'm writing this on my phone, so it'll look like crap.)

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"Just how many cookies do you plan to eat?"
"What? Do you want one? "
          Izumi offered Kaname the bag of cookies.
"No,  thank you.  I'm studying."
"So?"
          Kaname glared ar his brother.
"You should study too. "
          Sighing, Izumi put away the bag of cookies and turned back to his heavy tome.
"No one would guess you are my Twin brother", he muttered.
"Because I don't eat snacks while i study?"
"Because you actually want to study."
          Kaname still his head.
"You will never even be a decent onmyouji at this rate."
          An arm reached over Izumi's shoulder and grabbed the cookie bag.
"He doesn't need to study. He's already a great onmyouji."
"You're only saying that because you're going to marry him, Takashiro."
          Thoughtfully, Giou Takashiro bit a piece of a cookie.
"Well", he said. "That May color my opinion a little."
"Or a lot."
          Takashiro opened his mouth to respond, but;
"Would you please not argue in the library, Giou-sama, Okumura-sama. The other 198 students are here to study."
          The librarian had come from nowere. He looked severely annoyed as he continued, turned to Izumi.
"And you are not allowed to bring sweets Into the library, Okumura Izumi-sama.

More yaoi scraps... digitizing my writing, part 1

Ok. I'm gonna do it. Really. I will. I am going to make my inked words into ones and zeros. On my own head be it. Here we go.....

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Yozora lay in cold water.Why is ritual baths always cold? He only managed to get through them now-a-days if he kept his thought firmly on Kajitsu. Preferably one of their sex acts, that kept him warm. Oh, he missed Kajitsu. But at least he didn't have all to bad with these baths. Three days every month, at the full moon, was all that was required of him. His brothers had it worse. Yuuyami and Shinonome were required to bathe every other week, three nights in a row, and dear little Tokoshie bathe every other day. In freezing cold water. No wonder he was so small and fragile. 

          Yozora took a deep breath, released it slowly and felt how he sank. He was in full control of this and didn't worry. His servant, who stood by the door watching over him, did, though. The chamberlain, Endo, had served Yozora since the young lord were only months old, but still, 27 years later, he got alarmed at this. For a moment Yozora lay on the bottom of the pool, thinking about his little brother. 

"Tokoshie, Tokoshie", he thought. "Let your smile reach your eyes next time I see you."

          Then, Yozora sat up. Sitting, the water only reached his chest. He rose, water streaming from his waist long, blueish black hair over his naked body. Endo swiftly put a robe around his shoulders, 

"You shouldn't do that", he said admonishingly. "I always wonder what I would tell your father if you drown." 

"My father wouldn't care all that much", Yozora said quietly. "But my boyfriend and my brothers would. Toko would likely drown as well."

          Endo frowned as took a towel and started to dry off his masters hair. 

"Your father cares a lot about you, Yozora-sama."

          Yozora put on his robe properly and started to walk away. 

"I wish he would care more about Toko", he said bitterly.

          Endo followed Yozora towards the main living area of the great palace.

"Tokoshie-sama is well taken care of, I believe", he said. 

          Yozora felt a sting of worry, but said nothing of it. Instead he asked:

"Has there been any word from Kajitsu and Isshun?"

"Not yet."

"And the twins?"

"They're stuck in Tokyo."

"Damn weather", muttered Yozora just as he stepped into the dining room. He was still fasting, of course, so he couldn't eat, but he had hoped to find his little brother. 

"Hitori."

          Tokoshie's servant, Hitori, looked up from collecting dishes from the huge table. 

"Yozora-sama."

"Where is he?"

"On the balcony, my lord."

"Did he eat?"

No, my lord."

          Yozora sighed and shook his head, then he went out onto the balcony. Tokoshie stood there, gazing out in the distance. 

"Do you see anything interesting", asked Yozora softly. 

"I'm looking for Isshun", Tokoshie's voice was barely more than a whisper. 

         Yozora pulled Tokoshie's head onto his shoulder.

"Toko-chan. You know you're not allowed to do that."

"But I miss him", Tokoshie sobbed. 

"I know. And I miss Kajitsu. But I can't have you look for them. The gods will only punish you for it."

"Fathers colleagues are evil", muttered Tokoshie. First they give us these powers and then they don't let us use them."

          Yozora chuckled softly.

"Don't let them hear you say that", he said.

            Tokoshie pouted.

"Don't expect to know their motives", Yozora went on. "You were given the ability to see across time and space, I can see the darkness of the world and man, Kajitsu see the light, Isshun rules time, the twins rule the creativity, but we don't ask why, for the gods will not answer. They will only tell us that it is what it is."

"It is what it is", said Tokoshie. "We are what we are. Everything else changes. The others world changes. I have seen it. I have seen the world where machine serve man, and I have seen the world where machine threaten rule man."

"Does that scare you."

Not as much as it should scare them."

           Tokoshie sighed and looked small and scared again.

The worlds scare me"he whispered. "All futures are so dark. I wish I couldn't see them."

"So don't look. Just look here and now."

"But my family is out there."

"They'll soon be back", Yozora said soothingly. "I promise."

          They stood quiet for a while. Tokoshie leaned quite heavily on his big brother. 

"Tired", asked Yozora eventually.

"Yes", muttered Tokoshie. "And cold. And I think...."

"Think?"

           Tokoshie fried freed himself from Yozora.

"I think I will go to bed", he whispered.

"Toko."

"Yes?"

"I think so, too."

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Keeping things straight in the yaoi fanfiction world(s)....

Sometimes when writing I get confused. What story am i writing? And more important: What VERSION of what story am I writing? Like this one... Onee-chan, I blame you =P.


"It's not fair, you know. I wanted to be your boyfriend, but instead you take up with a..."
          Genesis cast around for an insulting enough word to describe his best friend's boyfriend and his place in society.
"Commoner", Lucrezia suggested.
"Lowlife". Genesis exploded. "Even if he wasn't an orphan."
          Sephiroth cringed. His friends had accosted him in an unusually vulnerable state and he felt up to doing anything they asked of him. And Genesis was his best friend.
"Break up with him", Genesis demanded. "What do you have in common with him anyway? You are the PRINCE of the Planet. All he wants is your money and your fame."
"Don't be so harsh, Genesis", said Angeal. "Or is this what you think of me when I'm not around?"
          This gave Genesis pause. The only difference between Angeal and Vincent Valentine was that Angeal's parents had survived the plague while Vincent's hadn't.
"Well", said Genesis, flustered and thinking hard. "You and Sephiroth has known each other for 16 years."
"So, it's a time issue", asked Angeal, raising and eyebrow.
"And you aren't in love with him, and you don't want to reap the benefits of such a union. "
"Says who", Angeal smirked slyly.
"And", started Genesis, working himself up again.
"Cut it out", said Sephiroth wearily.
"But", protested Genesis.
"Of course, õji-sama", Lucrezia said gracefully, effectively shutting Genesis up. Reminding Genesis of just who Sephiroth was always kept Genesis in check for maybe an hour or so.


Short little ramble today. Tomorrow, I will begin my 4-hour sessions....

All that is left....

Did I ever say I hate computers? Probably..... A while back, my old computer died. I have still to salvage it, but I will try. The thing that bugs me is that I had 5 big stories on that computer.... And now, unless I manage to salvage it, they're more or less gone. And I HATE that. Especially one story hurts. It was the very last pages in one of my DA2 Fanfictions..... ouch, ouch., ouch. I have a bit of those stories, I had them saved on a disc. YAY! So, I post those here.... (Unfortunately, my vampire story, Aishiteru, seems lost at the moment.)


Assassin's Creed 2 Fanfic (The Leo in this is NOT Leonardo da Vinci, but a Medici)

Ezio Auditore de Firenze was trying to get through the throng at the piazza as fast as he could without making himself noticed. He couldn’t believe that so many had come to watch his father and brothers die. He, too, was wanted to the noose, but as of yet, the Borgia hadn’t been able to find him. His heart was pounding furiously, he didn’t want them to die, and this was his own, vain effort to save them. Just as he broke the front row of spectators, many things happened at the same time. The hatches under his male family members opened at the same time as parts of the crowd started to fight one another and the guards, and instead of hanging from nooses, Ezios father, Giovanni, older brother, Federico, and younger brother, Petruccio, lay on the ground. Three guards were also on the ground, all with knives in their chests. Ezio was too astonished and too much in a hurry to wonder what was happening. He rushed to his father’s side and helped him loose.

“Ezio”, gasped Giovanni Auditore. “Grab Petruccio. He needs your protection.”

“But”, started Ezio.

“Affretatti”, called out Giovanni. “He is the only one who cannot defend himself.”

           Ezio dived on his little brother. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Federico getting to his feet. While he freed Petruccio from his restraints he said quietly:

“Are you ok, Petruccio? Were you hurt?”

           Petruccio only shrugged. The twelve-year-old boy was resilient despite his sickness.

“Andiamo”, said Ezio, pulling Petruccio to his feet. “Let’s go”, he added a little louder, hoping his father and older brother would hear.

           Giovanni urged his boys to follow him. They made it out of the piazza, but then Giovanni seemed a little hesitant. He didn’t know where to go next. But at that moment, a young man landed before them on soft feet. He must have jumped of a rooftop. He was wearing a long white cloak with a hood, shading his face. He nodded to Giovanni, who nodded back. That the young man turned his face towards Ezio. Ezio could feel the stare burn him, though he couldn’t see his face. Intuitively he knew who was under that hood.

           The hooded figure turned around and started to run. The Auditore boys followed him. He wasn’t running all that fast, to make sure Petruccio could follow. But after a few blocks, he suddenly sprang up some crates that was leaning against a wall, grabbed the edge of the roof and swung up. Ezio stopped dead.

“What’s the matter, Ezio”, asked his father impatiently. “You know how this game works, you can make that jump.”

“I can”, said Ezio. “But Petruccio can’t.”

           Giovanni Auditore felt all color drain from his face. He couldn’t just go on, leaving his boy behind. Borgia would just send Petruccio right back to the noose.

“I’ll carry him”, he said.

“No”, Ezio shook his head. “You’re injured. I’ll carry him.”

“Well, someone has to before our friend disappear”, said Federico urgently.

           Ezio grabbed Petruccio and hauled him up onto his back.

“Hold on to me”, he said.

           Petruccio grabbed Ezio around the neck in a tight hug. Ezio followed Federico who was already on the roof. Giovanni came last.

           They followed their helper over the Florentine rooftops. None of them were sure of where he was taking them, but for now, the only thing that mattered was that they were getting as far away from the Borgia treason as possible.

           When they came to the edge of town, their helper leaped of the rooftop without hesitation. Giovanni stopped, his sons beside him, a bit away from the rooftop.

“Time to get down, I think”, he said.

           Ezio let Petruccio down and walked up to the edge of the three-story building. Below him stood their helper between a huge haystack and a two-horse carriage. By the carriage stood his mother.

“Papa”, said Ezio. “It’s mother.”

“Of course”, said Giovanni. “Did you think I would leave her in Firenze?”

           Ezio looked confused.

“So”, he said after a moment. “How are we getting down from here?”

           Giovanni walked up to the edge of the roof and looked down.

“We jump”, he said.

“Jump”, cried out Federico. “Pazzo!”

“Have faith, my son”, said Giovanni gently. Then he waved Petruccio over. “Don’t be scared”, he said. “And don’t hesitate. You will be fine.”

           Then Giovanni Auditore turned around and leaped of the roof, right down in the bale of hay. The hooded man came up to him and grabbed his arm to help him up. When they were clear of the hay, Giovanni called for Petruccio and waved at him. Petruccio jumped without hesitation, just as his father had told him to. When he did, Federico said:

“Oldest or youngest first?”

“After you”, said Ezio, sweeping his arm at the edge of the roof. “I always thought you were the crazy one.”

           Federico jumped. Giovanni helped him up. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, Ezio jumped, too. The hooded man grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Ezio fell towards him, unsettled by the impact of falling three stories. Besides, he couldn’t be wrong. And he wasn’t. The hooded man let Ezio fall into his arms. Their lips met. So soft was the kiss, Ezio wondered for a moment if it was a kiss at all. But then he grabbed the other around the waist and kissed him deep and hard. The adrenaline and excitement drained away and all that was left was weariness and longing.

“Leo”, he whispered.

Issä and Faye (This is..... not really Dragon Age..... yet....)

”If we had never met, where would you be right now?”

          Issä looked up. Faye looked really odd, he was clearly thinking about something.

“I don’t know”, he said quietly. “On some backwater farm, I guess. Or the Mage Academy.”

          Faye frowned.

“Not so loud, we’re in public.”

          Issä looked around. They were out on the porch of an inn. They had a stunning view of the river below and the mountain in the background, and not a single person in view.

“Let them hear”, he said. “There are other secrets in my heart I promise to be more careful with.”

          Faye straightened and walked over to Issä. As he walked past Issä he caressed his cheek. Issä closed his eyes for a moment, looking weary. Faye sat down opposite to Issä.

“I would hate to lose you to the Academy, as well as the Gallows”, he said. “So please be careful with what you’re saying.”

          Issä smiled and looked down in his book.

“Says the man who just showed tenderness to his lover in a country where such love grants you death.”

“But you do miss me, don’t you?”

“Very much.”

          Faye nudged Issä’s leg with his foot. He tried to make Issä look up again, but as all Issä did was blush, he said instead:

“What are you reading, anyway?”

“The Book of Revelations”, Issä jested.

          Faye laughed.

“Really”, he asked.

“No. It’s a journal of our travels. I’m looking back.”

“Why?”

“To see ahead, of course.”

          Faye shook his head.

“You make no sense”, he sighed. “I’m so sick of this.”

          Issä finally looked up.

“Of me”, he asked trembling.

          Faye really wanted to lean forward and kiss Issä, but didn’t dare.

“No, silly”, he said tenderly. “Of this place, these laws, these people. I want to go somewhere where people don’t care if I love you, or you cast a spell or two every now and then.”

           He looked out over the vista, the mountains in the distance.

“Maybe”, he said slowly. “We can find some respite over there…”

“Maybe”, said Issä. “Or maybe all we find if we go that way is snow and ice and early death.”

“You always sound so fatalistic”, said Faye with a laugh. “Couldn’t you relax a little? But then, I know why you can’t relax. We really need to get back on the road.”

           Issä nodded.

“We really do”, he said.

           With a sigh, Faye rose again.

Golden Compass Fanfiction (Yeah.... I always manage to to things like this...... It's about Asriel, though.)

Stelmaria stretched and swished her long, white tail. She looked around. Parties like these were so boring; she quietly wished that they would leave. So why didn’t they? If she wanted it, it must mean her human wanted it, too. Daemons have, of course, feelings and thoughts of their own, but this was such an intense feeling of boredom, it had to come from her human. Asriel Belaqua looked almost as bored as she felt. Stelmaria looked around once more. Her eyes locked with another daemon. It was a cat. A quite common housecat, not a stately snow leopard as herself. The cat, Stelmaria could sense, was a male, which meant it belonged to a young woman. It also seemed very young, maybe it hadn’t settled yet. But no, this party was for college students, no kids were allowed here. Stelmaria swished her tail in bemused puzzlement. The black and gray cat stared back at her. Then suddenly, it took off. It was quite a bit away from its human. Stelmaria followed it with her gaze. The cat jumped up on its human. In mid-jump it changed form to a squirrel. So it really was so young. But that was not Stelmaria’ biggest surprise. Her biggest surprise was that the daemon had jumped up on a man. How was that? A man had a male daemon? Quite unprecedented. Next thing she realized was that as she had been studying the cat/squirrel, Asriel had been studying the man. What Lord Asriel Belaqua of Oxford shire saw was a young man, a year or so younger than himself, with dark blonde hair and grayish eyes, pale, narrow youthful face with a gentle smile and dressed in an impeccable leisure suit that suited him very well. He was handsome, and Lord Asriel was quite taken. But the handsome youth with the curious daemon was taking his leave. Asriel felt the desire to follow him and chat him up, but resisted. Another time another day would be better.

           When Asriel left the party and came out into the light, sharp autumn air, Stelmaria said:

“That boy was quite handsome, yes?”

“Mmm”, muttered Asriel, starting to walk homewards. “I wouldn’t mind testing his wits.”

           Asriel measured potential love affairs by his interests’ intelligence, wisdom and cleverness. He wanted clever partners. To his despair, he had yet to find someone that could keep up with him.

“Did you see his daemon”, asked Stelmaria.

“No.”

“Well then, I should tell you to be careful when pursuing this boy.”

           Asriel looked down at his daemon.

“Why do you keep calling a man in his twenties a boy”, he demanded.

           Stelmaria hesitated.

“Well, I think there might be something wrong with him”, she said.

“How so?”

“I for one have never heard about the human and the daemon to be of the same sex”, she said.

“Nor have I”, muttered Asriel.

“And he changed. Adult’s daemons don’t change.”

“Hmm”, muttered Asriel.

           He took his keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door. They walked up the stairs.

Dragon Age 2 Fanfiction (What is left of it..... There was this whole thing with the Fade and Justice and getting back to Ferelden and Anders willingly going back to the Circle.... I hope I find it on that hard drive later....) 

Gabriel Hawke stood gazing out over the White City. Its name was long ago forgotten, but he had learned that it was Fearuns equivalent to Arlathan, the elven city in Thedas that had been ruined long ago. While nothing other than legends survived of Arlathan, this city was alive. Gray Wardens had their base here. Gabriel’s lover Anders had met wardens in Baldur’s Gate, and they had told him that he absolutely needed to come here. Anders was a gray warden, and he still had the taint. In Thedas, the knowledge that the taint could be removed had been lost. But here in Fearun they remembered. Anders lifespan would increase drastically, from about ten years from initiation, fifteen if he was lucky, to a full human lifetime. If the grey wardens or their associates could do anything about the spirit possession as well, Gabriel could die a happy man.

           Gabriel shivered and swayed slightly when he thought this. He didn’t want to die, but he knew he was dying. Every hour in Fearun was shortening his life, he could feel it. He didn’t understand why. He also knew he was worse off than he let on. The Gray Wardens had been here an hour ago, giving him clothes. They were pearly white, a sure sign they knew of his illness. Maybe they were enchanted or poisoned, for since he had put them on he had been getting worse rapidly. Or maybe he was just giving in.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?”

           Gabriel turned around. The Warden-Commander Haldir had walked up on him without Gabriel noticing.

“Being sick, but caring so much for the one you love that the last thing you want to do is to admit your own physical weakness. Hoping that once your body gives in, it’s too late anyway, and you die before he finds you. Selfish notion, I know. Because we don’t want to deal with their pain, thinking that it might be lesser if we are just gone. So they can grieve and move on. Not forcing them to stay and care for us for days, weeks, maybe months or years. Over and done, as to minimize the pain. Even if we know they don’t see it this way.”

          Gabriel felt the words hitting his heart. How could Haldir know how he was feeling so well?

“We are the same, you and I”, said the dalish elf. “I’ve tried to hide so many times. But Duncan is no fool. He can always tell, and he always reminds me that for him, nothing is more important than my wellbeing, sometimes he even forces me to tell him the truth about it. Telling how I feel is hard, has always been hard, but I’m getting better at it. Tell me, Gabriel, is Anders a fool?”

             Gabriel shook his head slowly.

“No”, he said. “Not a fool. Just preoccupied.”

             Haldir lifted one slender hand and caressed Gabriel’s neck with two long fingers. The bruise was so deep purple it could have been black.

“Did he do this to you”, asked Haldir.

“No”, said Gabriel decisively.

“Then who?”

“Justice.”

“I see.”

             There was silence between them for a moment. Gabriel tried to find his courage. He wanted to ask Haldir about his past, the stories he had heard were few and with no real detail.

“Tell me when you fell in love with Duncan”, he said quietly. “It must have felt strange, falling in love with a man.”

             Before Haldir could answer, Gabriel staggered. He would have fallen if Haldir hadn’t been there.

“I can tell you”, said Haldir gently. “But I think we’ll talk inside. You need to rest.”

“Yes”, muttered Gabriel. “I think I need to lie down for a moment.”

             Haldir helped Gabriel back into the room he and his Gray Wardens had let Gabriel and Anders have. He felt deeply worried about Gabriel. Once Gabriel lay on the bed, Haldir took a blanket and laid it over Gabriel’s legs, and then he sat down on one of the chairs next to him.

“Didn’t it feel strange for you to fall in love with a man”, asked Haldir.

“I don’t know. No. I was so exhausted when I realized I’d fallen in love with Anders. It was just another thing that had happened that month. I never really reflected on it, and then it was just too late.”

“I see”, said Haldir amused. “I think I fell in love with Duncan the first time I saw him. I’m not sure if he was my first love, but then again, I will never know, so I choose not to think about it. Was Anders your first love?”

“Yes. I had never thought I could love. It wasn’t really expected of me or even allowed, so to speak.”

“Apostates are free, are they not? Free even to love?”

“With stolen, uncertain freedom. Freedom that doesn’t last.”

“Yours did. And his. And your fathers.”

             Gabriel didn’t answer. He knew that he had been naïve to think I couldn’t love just because the Chantry didn’t allow it.

“Tell me how you met Duncan”, he whispered.

             Haldir laughed.

“Now, that is quite the story”, he said. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

             Gabriel nodded. Hearing a voice talking right now, any voice, was soothing.

“I was out hunting with a friend”, Haldir said slowly. “Tamlen and I happened to run into some Shems.”

“Some what?”

“Dalish for humans. Shemlen is the more respectful way to put it. It means strangers.”

“I see. So, one of them was Duncan?”

“No”, said Haldir shaking his head. “They were from Lothering, I think. They said they had found a cave, with ruins inside. Tamlen wanted to kill them for trespassing so close to our camp, but I thought they’d better live. I’m still not sure that was the right decision.”

“Your friend listened to you, then? Let them live?”

“Tamlen and I were both aware of status and rank. I outranked him. My father was one of the Elders.”

“I see. Go on.”

             Haldir ran his hand through his long, golden hair.

“Well, we went to the cave, the Shems told us where it was, and investigated, of course. And they were right. There were ruins there that looked as though they were made by humans, but the artifacts were all from Arlathan, or at least so we thought. We were just boys, I was only nineteen and Tamlen was 20. We didn’t know much about our history. In one of the rooms, we came across a mirror. It was intact and we could see our own reflections in it. But there was something wrong with it. I could feel it instinctively. I told Tamlen we should leave, but he wouldn’t listen. When he touched the mirror something happened. I’m not sure what. But when I woke up, only for a brief moment, Duncan was carrying me in his arms. Maybe it was gratitude that overwhelmed me, but I have been in love with him ever since. He carried me back to the camp, and three days later, when I woke up again, he told me he had found me in the woods; he had never seen either the ruins or the cave they were in. And he hadn’t seen Tamlen. After I told my keeper about the ruins, she sent hunters to look for Tamlen, and Duncan went with them. I wanted to follow, but I was hurt and sick. They came back without Tamlen, and keeper Marethari held a ceremony for him. Not until after that, they realized I had taken ill the same way as when you get infected by darkspawn. Duncan offered to take me with him and make me a gray warden. We’ve never parted ways since then.”

             Gabriel smiled. It was a sad and wonderful tale.

“Now it’s your turn”, said Haldir. “Tell me about when you met Anders. You said it was exhausting?”

             Gabriel’s smile disappeared. He looked more tired than ever.

“My brothers and I had been working as smugglers and mercenaries for over four years”, he said. “But we were looking for other work. So a dwarf approached us about an expedition to the Deep Roads. Instead of just being mere muscle, he offered us to buy a share. If we succeeded we’d be repaid a hundredfold. Anders was taking part. I fell in love with him while in the Deep Roads, but I didn’t know that he loved me till afterwards. When we came back from there, I and my oldest brother weren’t really seeing eye to eye about some things, I was angry, ran out, ran into a gang, they tried to rob me, I put up a fight. Then some city guards and some Templars decided to interfere, so I slipped away, wounded. I went to see Anders in his clinic, and he took care  of me. In more ways than just healing my wounds. I had never been so happy.”

Don't tell me all the wrong facts in these.... you know me.... I don't write to be right..... I write for fun...

More Yaoi Scraps....

Guess what? I HATE building regulations. My landlord had it all sorted, hired some company to do the renovation, everybody's papers with the choices and everything (do you want blue or white bathroom tile?) were in, they were JUST about to telll everyone where and when to move to temporary apartments, when WHAM! ANOTHER building company goes to court because they felt our landlord had one-upped them or something. So now it will take 1 to 3 months before they can even tell if there will BE a renovation. And after that, the other company can go to higher instances with their claim. This could potentially take.... forever! SIGH!  

In the mean time, more yaoi scraps. I will color them, just so you know where one ends and the other begin. 

1. Junjou Romantica Fan fiction

Usami Akihiko woke up. Outside, there was a dull, grey deck of clouds blocking the sun. Depressing. He was supposed to get up and get some work done, before being accosted by his editor and publisher, who would drag him to one of those boring functions at the publishing house, Christmas party or what not.

                             He turned around. Looked longingly at Takahasi Misaki who lay beside him. Maybe he should... Nah, Misaki slept, looking so sweet. Besides, Akihiko had had his fun last night. He'd just get up and get to work. Nothing to it. Right now.

                             Nothing happened. Nothing at all resembling movement. Oh, well, lying here was what he wanted to do, so...

“Akihiko”, muttered Misaki suddenly.

“Yes?”

“Why are you staring at me?”

                             Akihiko bit his lip.

“Because you are so beautiful”, he said.

“Mmm”, muttered Misaki and turned around. “That's good.”

                             Akihiko put a hand in Misaki’s hair. Misaki smiled to himself. Akihiko had big, strong hands. Cold hands. Cold hands hide warm hearts, or so they said.

 2: Uraboku Fanfiction ("out of universe")

Yuki looked around in the throng. To think that so much people had come to his wedding. To be fair, his and Luka's wedding had been celebrated together with Tsukumo and Shuusei's, but still. To be perfectly honest, Yuki wasn't comfortable with this. All he really wanted was to disappear, and he was waiting for a good moment to slip away. Like this one, if only he hadn't been so far from the door. He sidled towards it.

“Yuki!”

                             Yuki froze on the spot. Tsukumo had spotted him.

“Yuki-kun”, said Tsukumo breathlessly. He looked as though he had just come out of a whirlwind. And he looked so happy. Yuki felt a sting of jealousy. Why couldn't he be happy like that?

“How are you feeling”, asked Tsukumo, giving his cousin a swift hug.

                             Yuki thought. He had told Tsukumo, and only Tsukumo, how he had felt all year. Like he was ill, but in full denial of that fact. And this week, he had been so close to breaking in front of Tsukumo. The very understanding and caring Tsukumo. So Yuki told the truth.

“I just want to get out of here”, he said quietly. “I don't feel well. Like I'm going to faint at any moment.”

                             Tsukumo looked seriously at him.

“You don’t look very well, either”, he said. “Maybe you need to lie down. Now it’s all over, it’s time you took care of yourself.”

                             Yuki nodded.

“I’ll go inside for a while”, he said. “Could you tell Luka? I’ll be back in a while, I promise.”

“’Course”, Tsukumo said. “I’ll find him for you. And Yuki?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t come back out here. Cuddle up with your husband.”

                             Yuki smiled faintly and went inside.

 3: Kiss on a honeymoon Fanfiction

Fumiya woke up, feeling heavy and tired. He had had a fever yesterday, probably that was why. He had also had sex first time with his husband last night. Fumiya had decided to think about Ayane as his husband instead of “wife”, that Ayane had taken the brides role in their wedding didn't matter to him. The stress of making the most of this trip as their honeymoon was his own fault. Ayane hadn't asked for anything. Ayane was so kind, he never asked for things like that. He was more likely, in fact, to arrange them himself. Fumiya looked around. Ayane wasn't there. He'd probably snuck away, possibly to put some distance between them, as one of their friends were very negative to their marriage. Better to bear it now and get to be together at home, than to ruin the trip.

 4: Something I made up myself....

Kazue sat down with a deep sigh. So now he knew. Now he knew more than he had ever thought he'd ever get to know. Ranmaru was the youngest prince of Nihon. Somewhere, he had known, but he hadn't wanted to push Ran into confessing. Thinking about it, if you just pushed back Ran's long hair, he looked a lot like his father. Poor, sweet, stupid Ran.  Kazue thought for a while what this would mean for them in the future. A lot, probably. Then, suddenly, he rose and went into the bedroom, where Ran lay, still cold from having run through the whole city last night, in the rain. Kazue sat down on the bed. Leaned over Ran. Kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered:

“Don't think you'll get rid of me so easily.”

                             Ran moved a little in his sleep.

“Kazue”, he muttered. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay...”

                             Kazue smiled.

“You are staying”, he said. “You are staying for as long as you want.”

                             Kazue went out to the kitchen and made breakfast.

 5: Kirepapa Fanfiction (Taken waaaaaaaaay out of its universe)

Chisato sat in the large canteen, pushing around his food. He was feeling down and stressed, and he had no appetite. He had been given a studio. A Studio! There were only 5 studios for each of the year groups from age 20, and artistic focus, and about 150 students. Getting a studio is to be recognized. The added pressure of being here against his fathers will made Chisato feel sick. And then there was something else that made him feel bad, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

“Why aren't you eating?”

                             Chisato looked up. His boyfriend had sat down opposite to him, along with a friend of his.

“Chisato”, said Shunsuke askance.

                             Chisato shrugged.

“Chisato-nii!”

                             Chisato’s younger brother  flung himself down beside him.

“Ruiji”, muttered Chisato.

                             To Chisato’s astonishment, Ruiji leaned over the table and kissed Shunsuke’s friend promptly. Then he turned to his big brother.

“You’re not eating”, he said. “Are you having a migraine?”

 6: I don't know what this is.......

“This can't be right.”

“We don't make mistakes.”

“But he can't... He's not like that...”

“Like what? You know this work calls for all sorts of people.”

“But he is gentle and kind and... he can't be a reaper.”

“Rikku, this is good news. For you, this should be the best news since you came.”

                             Rikku turned his head. He didn't want this. But he knew it wasn't his decision.

“He'll be in the transfer hall in one hour”, said Rikkus boss. “You should meet him there.”

 6: Set in the Sex Pistols (Love pistols) universe

Kato sat in his and Sora's bed. He was feeling sick, maybe he had the flu. If so, it was a strange one. Every morning for two weeks he had been feeling nauseous, at least until he had had breakfast. After breakfast he had gotten up again and off to school.

                             Today was sunday. No school, Kato could take it easy. Maybe he'd feel better if he stayed in bed today. Sora was making breakfast. Kato closed his eyes, listened. He could hear Sora out in the kitchen. Kato loved this apartment. It was brand new, not only had they just moved in after Kinrõ Kansha no Hi, the building was brand new, ready for occupation in November.

 7: Vampire Knight Fanfiction

Zero and his twin brother Ichiro sat side by side in their school desks, impeccably dressed in school uniforms with hair the same style, they were identical. They had done this today because they were feeling cheeky, the only ones who would be able to tell them apart was little sister Yuki and Zero's boyfriend Kaname.