it'll be great if i'm fine.

[fic] spiced tea and porcelain

2012-04-30T23:40:28Z

Title: Spiced Tea and Porcelain.
Summary: Fifty sentences exploring the odd relationship between an unloved couple.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 1,914.
Pairing: Kyouya Hibari/Bluebell.
AN: eclats_de_voix suggested this challenge back when we first met, and I only just decided to get round to it. This is for 1sentence using theme set alpha.

#01 – Comfort

As awkward as he was, and claimed to be, Kyouya sure knew how to soothe her worries; because, really, all it took was a casual pat of her head.

#02 – Kiss

The first time they kissed, their noses had brushed and teeth had clashed, and sometimes it still happened as standing on her tiptoes made no difference to clumsiness.

#03 – Soft

When his fingers had first traced the smooth curve of her breast, the clearing of his throat that followed after was to cover his reaction; or, rather, emphasise it unknowingly.

#04 – Pain

The ache of his muscles and throbbing of the fresh cuts were nothing compared to knowing he’d beaten her, once again, and the snide smirk across her lips as she coughed painfully was enough to assure him they would be at each other’s throats very soon.

#05 – Potatoes

“I don’t see why you insist on ordering a meal,” Bluebell drawled, reaching across the table to pinch a warm chip from his plate and nibbling on the end, “when all you eat is the meat.”

#06 – Rain

She insisted that contemplating in the rain gave her a mature image, even when soaked to the bone, but in reality, the young girl simply needed to be as tranquil as her flame suggested.

#07 – Chocolate

Her lips were mere centimetres away before he appeared; taking a bite from her confectionery and pulling back—tongue shooting out and slowly licking any of the melted chocolate that remained—smirking as he met her gaze.

#08 – Happiness

A voice in her head whispered that she was insane to attempt to see past his taunts and snide remarks, and even though she agreed with it, the teasing tone he possessed when whispering into her ear was sinful and rendered her knees weak—if anything, his teasing was what made her smile.

#09 – Telephone

The phone on the bedside table vibrated and her arm shot out, fingers mashing the buttons in an attempt to turn it off; soon, the device was across the room and he was still beside her, even though his eyes were focused on the ceiling.

#10 – Ears

His teeth skimmed her cartilage before nipping at her flesh, the low chuckle that he emitted carrying an underlying message; that he knows she’s sensitive, purposely coaxing reactions from her.

#11 – Name

“I’ll bother you later, Kyouya,” Bluebell sang, pivoting on her heel and walking gracefully out of the wrong, tilting her head to the side only just in time to miss the pen that was thrown at her—it was worth it, after all, as the looks of surprise from the students from her lack of bruises made her feel as though she had some sort of hold over the older male.

#12 – Sensual

The girl had no shame, for sure, and the way she moved when scantily clad never ceased to make him think it was sensual, and raise an eyebrow whilst wondering about her intentions.

#13 – Death

She grinned with no shame, fingertips against her forehead as she saluted—the sight of her standing amongst a duo of collapsed bodies was surprising, but what was more was that Kyouya was sure she was going to be the death of him.

#14 – Sex

He had a peculiar way of showing affection; feelings in the form of bruises from his warm fingers, the gentle nips conveying how he wanted to mark her and, most of all, the teasing roll of his hips as their skin collided, the movements coaxing her to gasp in frustration.

#15 – Touch

The amount of times they’d touched was countless, but even during a spar, the electrifying feeling of his skin against hers was always present.

#16 – Weakness

Though his emotions were hard to tell, once the night had fallen and she was breathing soundlessly beside him, sometimes his fingers would wind up in her hair, as if he was caressing a small animal—and she’d endure it, just for the warmth within her chest and push her pride aside to accept she was little, only for a moment.

#17 – Tears

For Bluebell, her anger was often in tune with her tear ducts; meaning that when the older male infuriated to the point her cheeks clashed greatly with her irides, moisture would be coating her flesh, too, as she hissed in fury.

#18 – Speed

The speed of which she fell for him was beyond her, because, really, how could such an arrogant, hard-headed individual manage to unknowingly worm himself into her heart?

#19 – Wind

Strands of hair obscured her vision as the wind continued to hiss and howl, and all she heard beside her was a snort of amusement as she didn’t attempt to hold her skirt down.

#20 – Freedom

His reputation allowed her to gain more than just leverage over other students; by default, he teachers turned their noses up at her sarcastic remarks and the smirk across her lips was nothing more than an expression of fondness.

#21 – Life

Other than the slightest twitch of his lips, life was reflected within his eyes; though, it mostly flared when he was challenged.

#22 – Jealousy

Sometimes the glances that were sent his way put her off, making her realise the difference between the two of them as she knew he was out of her league, and yet, as she grumbled under her breath, she had to remember no one else touched him the way she had.

#23 – Hands

Kyouya’s calloused hands were more suited to fighting, and every time her toes curled against the mattress, she considered her assumptions invalid.

#24 – Taste

For being a self-proclaimed carnivore, the intoxicating flavour of his lightly spiced tea that he drank was always sweet upon her tongue.

#25 – Devotion

She’d read and heard the most ridiculous of phrases uttered within intimate moments, some of which were hard to believe; vulgar and embarrassing things spilled from her lips at such times, the hidden meaning behind them coming out as she placed soft kisses along his jaw.

#26 – Forever

She’s too selfish to let him go, and he’s too prideful to admit anything, and that’s how they go togehter; they clash.

#27 – Blood

The moment her blood splatters onto the floor, she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and smirks, the curve not quite meeting her eyes, accepting defeat.

#28 – Sickness

As the blanket was yanked onto the other side of the bed again, Bluebell pouted before wrapping her arms around the nearest pillow, pressing her face against the cotton and being comforted by his scent.

#29 – Melody

The shrill singing from the bird’s vocal chords were off putting, to say the least, but as Kyouya smirked against the warm flesh of her neck before nipping below the jugular, she decided she could put up with it after all.

#30 – Star

Bluebell had preferred to watch the stars in the sky from a high place and be in her own presence, and that would’ve stayed the same if it wasn’t for the male beside her under the duvet, she mused whilst glancing through the window.

#31 – Home

She didn’t question when he appeared in her doorway, nor his motive for visiting at all; the rare few moments of being close to each other was enough of an answer.

#32 – Confusion

Her infatuation with him had been her darkest secrets (one that put the skeletons in her closet to shame), and with time, her frustration and fondness of his awkward personality only grew.

#33 – Fear

When she could feel his breath across her face, Bluebell jerked away in surprise, a flash of panic in her eyes (his fingers were warm on her arm, breath sweet), as he grinned, baring his teeth, well aware of the attraction she held for him.

#34 – Lightning/Thunder

Kyouya’s eye twitched as he watched her from afar interact with a young child, too stubborn to acknowledge how similar the two were in terms of personality.

#35 – Bonds

“Aren’t you being selfish?” he murmured, breath hot against her ear as he nipped (a hand tracing the skin underneath her shirt, the other gripping the hairs of her nape), a low and rough chuckle leaving his throat, “I don’t belong to anyone.”

#36 – Market

Within Namimori a small weekly market appeared every passing Sunday, and Bluebell was always there to pick the ripest of fruits so she could proudly tempt him later that evening.

#37 – Technology

“Well, this is precious,” Bluebell mocked, resting her shoulder against his and using him as support, “you typed the whole message within the subject line again.”

#38 – Gift

She’d barely turned around before his lips were against her (breath hot, teeth clashing and hands reaching for anything to grasp), and she soon found herself pressed against the wall with a lazy smile.

#39 – Smile

Maybe it was her masochistic side that was coming out, but whenever he decided to convey anything through bites—no matter where—Bluebell couldn’t help but laugh with a glad smile.

#40 – Innocence

“Bluebell,” he hissed, eyes narrowed as he stared at the girl he’d caught red handed; once again, she was trying to see what sort of food his canary would eat.

#41 – Completion

Kyouya frowned, trying hard to focus on the papers on the desk before him and stop himself from looking at the girl sprawled across the sofa to no avail (the tempting porcelain legs that she had hanging over the top, her back and head against the cushions were hints that the ridiculous position was just to get his attention, and it was working).

#42 – Clouds

The clouds in the sky and rain are connected, no matter how anyone looks at them.

#43 – Sky

Bluebell hummed, resting her chin upon her palm as she glanced towards the clouds, idly wondering when he was going to finish training.

#44 – Heaven

By just allowing her to be by his side, she considers it some sort of a miracle, and as sleep soon took over and his expression became somewhat vulnerable, Bluebell laughed softly to herself.

#45 – Hell

“I can’t,” she moaned, face falling down onto the desk and cooling her skin (apart from the stacks of paper that only irked her, just the mere texture caused her to grit her teeth), “it’s just too much to handle.”

#46 – Sun

He dozed off into the early afternoon, and she sat beside him, head tilting to the sky as the rays of sun caressed her features.

#47 – Moon

The moonlight did wonders for her skin, Kyouya mused, eyes trailing along her already alabaster skin shining from the rays of light reflected onto her; she didn’t seem to mind, though, and simply nuzzled the pillow to get comfier.

#48 – Waves

No matter how many times she asked, Kyouya refuses to get into the water with her and simply stays put by the side, as if guarding the area and not allowing anyone else to see her (and, as hard as he tried, it wasn’t easy to forget she had an exhibitionist streak).

#49 – Hair

“You look deathly like this,” Bluebell murmured, humming in thought as she ran her fingers through the black tresses of his hair; only for a moment before he grasped her hand, nipping her fingertip teasingly in denial.

#50 – Supernova

He released a low laugh at her comment, lips curling upwards and she blinked, responding with her own small smile; for him to have such an expression was, indeed, rare.

[fic] Ambivalence

2012-04-13T00:25:48Z

Title: Ambivalence.
Summary: Kyouya decides to push the new teacher to see whether he can be professional or not.
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 944.
Pairing: Dino Cavallone/Kyouya Hibari.
AN: I know you asked for office smut, Cami, but it turned into this, ahaha.

Dino flinched as cold fingers wrapped around his member, hidden from his eyes as he kept his stare focused ahead of him. He sucked in a sharp breath, knuckles turning white on one hand as he gripped the table. He could feel every single teasing touch that was delivered, and he tried his hardest not to allow it to show on his expression.

“Dino-sensei?”

He plastered on a strained smile as the hands below him started to move slowly. Kyouya ran his fingers tentatively over the blonde’s member before trailing his thumb over the tip, his other hand stroking the base.

“Yes?” he answered, absentmindedly.

Kyouya breathed onto the end of his arousal, a small hum of amusement leaving his lips. Dino covered up the sound with a cough which soon became a gasp as the male below the desk ran his tongue over the tip. He continued without a care that there was someone else within the room, if anything that spurred him on more. As he ran his tongue from the base until the end, Dino tried to seem like he was innocently standing there; as if there wasn’t below the desk, much less a student.

“Could you go over the homework with me?” the student asked, her voice becoming drowned out by his deafening pulse. “I don’t understand most of it. English really isn’t my strong point.”

The younger male’s tongue soon disappeared and Dino thought it was safe to talk again. “Didn’t I set that today?” He gulped as Kyouya blew onto his member purposely. “Try again and come back if you don’t understand.”

The cold hand was soon pressed against his thighs. Dino closed his eyes in surprise, trying to restrain a moan, as warm, slick heat was wrapped around his arousal. Kyouya sucked on his tip for a few moments before trailing his teeth ever so lightly over the flesh, causing Dino’s head to spin from the sensation.

“I already looked over it through lunch; I don’t understand more than a word, Dino-sensei.”

Kyouya hummed lowly, the vibrations causing Dino to bite down onto his moment lip for a moment. He thrust his lower half forward as conspicuously as he could, attempting to feel more of the warmth that was offered. Kyouya complied, his actions clearly saying that they needed to be alone soon. He picked up the pace, the teasing actions disappearing as they were no longer half-hearted. Dino groaned under his breath before trying to cover it up with a disapproving look towards the student.

They still looked oblivious, not at all concerned that there was a slight blush across Dino’s cheeks. “Just come back tomorrow,” he rasped. “I’ll help then.”

A cold hand wrapped around the base that Kyouya’s mouth couldn’t reached. He caressed the skin there, trailing his tongue along the rest with more enthusiasm than usual. The blonde wanted to wrap his hands into the dark tresses, to guide him to allow his warmth to cover more, but he was restricted to trying to seem normal. He sucked in a painful breath, hoping on his life that the sounds weren’t audible. How professional it would have seemed for him to be fired for being in a relationship with a student, and the most known one in the school at that.

The student in front of him was persistent, though. “I’d rather get it out of the way now.”

Kyouya was enjoying himself. He was doing everything he knew that usually had Dino moaning loudly under his breath—he was being sadistic, wanting to see how well Dino could handle himself. The blonde was close to releasing, too. From the heat that had collected within his lower half, the rushes of arousal that kept being sent downwards and the shivers of pleasure; they were all signs that he was about to lose it. Kyouya knew that, too, but persisted. He took Dino’s member into his mouth again, making it so the blonde’s head began to spin.

“Not now,” he answered, closing his eyes firmly. “I need to get going in a minute. Please, get going.” Kyouya continued, making it so his arousal hit the back of his throat. Dino almost choked as he tried to spit out, “Your parents will worry if you don’t leave now.” Thankfully, he was able to say it, although his voice had been breathless.

His hands wrapped around the corner of the desk, knuckles turning white as he pushed his hips forward. A jolt of arousal shot through him again and he knew that he was going to release. Dino opened his eyes, relief washing through him as they were alone in the classroom, finally. The student had left and closed the door quietly behind them, apparently listening to his words.

Almost immediately he ran his fingers through Kyouya’s dark hair, keeping him in place as he jerked his hips forward one last time. Moaning his lover’s name under his breath, Dino closed his eyes in pleasure, face flushed with arousal as he finally released.

When he was sure that he was done, Dino crouched down to reach under the desk, running a finger along the younger male’s swollen lips to get rid of any remaining liquid. Kyouya scowled at him, and all Dino could do in return was grin widely. “That was dangerous,” he murmured, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I didn’t know things like this arouse you.”

A sharp jab to his ribs was delivered. “It’s your fault,” Kyouya accused, the apples of his cheeks slightly coloured.

“Understood.” Dino laughed, pulling the male closer and nipping his ear lightly. “But I’m still giving you detention.”

[art] 遅くなったけど、お誕生日おめでとう。

2012-04-03T14:44:02Z

Happy late birthday, Yuka-nee! <3

okay so I'm a terrible friend. I have lots and lots of things still to do for you (like animations, the fics you wanted and some comics), so here's the first one! a drawing of me and you! ♥ please love me still ;____; (my hair came out bright yellow like the sun, so i went for red instead lolol) I LOVE YOU. HAPPY THREE MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY. ~jan jan!
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[fic] With Time (#5)

2012-03-27T15:41:14Z

Title: With Time.
Summary: Moving to a new time, Dino meets a withdrawn child that prefers to speak with his eyes rather than words. Over the years that doesn't change, but the way he looks at Dino does.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 6,815.
Pairings: Dino Cavallone/M.M., Dino Cavallone/Kyouya Hibari.

( “Will you just shut up and kiss me, Dino?” )

[lyrics] 無敵のSoldier (English translation)

2012-03-18T02:45:06Z

All right! So this is a やなぎなぎ song which will be featured on the album 終わりの惑星のLove Song, released 2012/04/25! eternalilith helped me a lot with this and I can't say thank you enough. Hopefully everything flows now and sounds lovely!

「無敵のSoldier」

無敵を誇った戦士が　私の前で倒れ
Muteki wo hokotta senshi ga watshi no mae da taore
A soldier who prided on being invincible fell before me.
途端に観衆がわっと沸いて
Totan ni kanshuu ga watto waite
At that moment, the crowd went wild.
それで私が勝ったことに気づいた
Sore de watashi ga katta koto ni kizuita
Then I realised that it was my win.

まさかこんな別れになるなんて
Masaka konna wakare ni naru nante
I never expected a farewell like this.

生業は悪党　じゃんっじゃんっ
Naiwai wa akutou Jan! Jan!
I made a living as a rogue. Thud! Thud!
喉をかけ　血しぶき　ばっばっ
Nodo wo kake chi shibuki Ba! Ba!
Put our throats on the line. Let the blood spray. Stab! Stab!
生きるならこれぐらい　ちゃっちゃっ
Ikiru nara kore gurai Cha! Cha!
To live, then at the very least, Cha! Cha!

やらなくちゃね♪
Yaranakucha ne ♪
you must do this much. ♪

この袋金の音　じゃっじゃっ
Kono fukuro kane no oto Ja! Ja!
The sound of this gold bag. Ching! Ching!
俺に寄こせと兄貴が　かっか
Ore ni yokose to aniki ga Ka! Ka!
Brother said to hand it over to him, Clack! Clack!
理不尽に殴られる　がっがっ
Rifujin ni nagurareru Ga! Ga!
or I'll be beaten irrationally. Thud! Thud!

そんな最低の暮らしで行き場もない
Sonna saitei no kurashi de ikiba mo nai
At these worst living conditions, I had no place to go
前にあなたは現れた
Mae ni anata wa arawareta
And you appeared before me.

あなたはここいらでは　無敵を誇るソルジャーで
Anata wa kokoirade wa muteki wo hokoru sorujaa de
Around here, you prided yourself as the invincible soldier,
目をつけられた賊は　ことごとく壊滅
Me wo tsukerareta zoku wa kotogotoku kaimetsu
who completely annihilates thieves you set your eyes on.

兄貴がてめえら怯むなとか　大声をあげ続けていた
Aniki ga temeera hirumu na to ka oogoe wo age tsuszukete ita.
Brother continued shouting to the gang not to be afraid and such.

目の前で血しぶき　ばっば
Me no mae de chi shibuki Ba! Ba!
Before my eyes, blood splashed. Splat! Splat!
こともなげ　なんなく　しゃっしゃっ
Koto mo nage nan naku Sha Sha!
Carelessly, easily. Slash! Slash!

うろたえた兄貴は　逃走しようとしたけど
Urotaeta aniki wa tousou shiyou to shita kedo
The flustered Brother tried to escape, but,
後ろから問答無用　死体からお宝を回収
Ushiro kara mondou muyou shitai kara otakara wo kaishuu
from his back, needless to say. From his corpse, you collected the treasure.
そしてあたしに言うんだ
Soshite atashi ni iunda
And said to me,

「怪我はないかい　もう大丈夫　ひとりでも」
「Kega wa nai kai mou daijoubu hitori demo」
“Are you hurt? It is all right now, even if you are alone.”
「おうちに帰れるかい」
「O uchi ni kaereru kai」
“Can you go back to your home?”

その日からあたしは　弟子入りをしてついて流離った
Sono hi kara atashi wa deshiiri wo shite tsuite sasuratta
Since that day, I had wandered under apprenticeship.
すべての技を盗んで　またひとりからやり直そうという計画だった
Subete no waza wo nusunde mata hitori kara yarinaosou to ie keikaku datta
I made a plan to steal all of your techniques and set things right again by myself.

同じもの見て　長い時間過ごした
Onaji mono mite nagai jikan sugoshita
We saw the same things and spent a long time together.

あたしがあの時　悪党だってばれたのは
Atashi ga ano toki akutou datte bareta no wa
The reason my identity as a rogue was exposed back then,
長年染みついた　手癖の悪さからだった
Naganen shimitsuita teguse no warusa kara datte
was because of a bad habit that was ingrained in me for a long time.

店主が鼻息荒く見せつける　剣を盗もうとした
tenshu ga hanaiki araku misetsukeru ken wo nusumou to shita
I tried to steal the sword which the shopkeeper had proudly shown me.

気づかれた　これはやばい　まずい
Kizukareta kore wa yabai mazui
He noticed it, this is bad! Really bad!
剣を抜き　振り返りざま
Ken wo nuki furikaerizama
I drew my sword and I recalled,
切りつけた　倒した　久々の感触
Kiritsuketa taoshita hisabisa no kanshoku
the old feeling of how it was to slash and defeat.

運の尽き　あなたが見てた
Un no tsuki anata ga miteta
Unfortunately, you saw me.
覚悟した　兄貴のように
Kakugo shita aniki no you ni
I was prepared just like Brother back then.
殺される　問答無用
Korosareru mondou muyou
Without any doubt, I will be killed.
あなたはこう告げた
Anata wa kou tsugeta
You told me this,

「この僕と決闘しろ　道は自分で切り開け」
「Kono boku to kettou shiro michi wa jibun de kirihirake」
“Have a duel with me. We will pave our own ways.”

歓声の中　倒れたあなたを見た
Kansei no naka taoreta anata wo mita
Amongst the cheering, I saw your defeated self;
利き腕じゃなかった
Kikiude janakatta
you were not using your dominant arm.

もっと違う形で出会えてたらよかったのかな
Motto chigau katachi de deaete tara yokatta no ka na
Perhaps it would have been better if we met in a much different way.

[fic] Waiting (#1)

2012-03-13T16:24:15Z

Title: Waiting.
Summary: After an accident, it's not just her appearance that changes. A different girl returns to the town she grew up in with only finding her ex-best friend on her mind.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 3,691.
Pairing: Kyouya Hibari/Chrome Dokuro.

It happened all to fast for me to comprehend completely. I'd knocked onto the door and received no immediate answer, so my brain had told me the next best thing to do was to peer in the window from a safe distance. It turned out that the distance wasn't safe at all. I'd locked eyes with someone instantly, a stranger with no recollection as to who I was. I recoiled, surely my expression falling, as I stayed routed to the spot with theories running through my head.

All of the times I'd imagine returning to my home town, they had never quite ended up like this. I was never on a familiar porch with a stranger inside, nor with their curious eyes focused on me. When the door finally opened, I gulped—not from nerves like I'd originally thought it would, but rather in anxiety.

My hand unconsciously clenched into a fist. Ryouhei had taught me how to throw a right hook. He would've been proud if he saw me preparing myself at that moment.

“If someone doesn't open the door,” they started, the look in their eyes close to murderous, “that indicates that they don't want to buy anything.”

I stayed glued to the spot. “I'm not selling anything.” The urge to spit out sir just to appease him was there, but I resisted. The male in front of me wasn't old enough to have been addressed as such; he was in his teens still—the uniform clearly indicated that—with ebony tresses that fell into his eyes. “I have the wrong house.”

But I didn't. The nameplate was the same as I remembered, the white clay pots containing different flowers still beside the iron gate whilst there was ivy on some of the house. The tree I'd once climbed had been reduced to a stump, the wall that acted as a fence seeming to be smaller than ever. I knew that I had grown, yet I'd still hoped that nothing would have changed. The male standing in front of me, gripping the door in frustration, was evidence that nothing remains the same.

The male gave me a once over, moving to close to door as he said, “Get going then.”

“I'm sorry,” I apologised to him and myself, too.

I had been expecting too much. All families had the right to move, a childhood promise wasn't going to keep them there at all.

As I was treading carefully on the ground, cursing that the boots I was wearing had a slight heel, I fished the cell phone out of my pocket. My throat felt hot and swollen as I placed the device against my ear, calling the first person I could think to.

“Kyouko,” I whispered, distracting myself by placing my free hand in my coat pocket. I played with the fraying material within the inside. “Kyouko,” I repeated, hearing her breathing on the other end. “I got here safely.”

“Emotional from the smell of your home town already?” She laughed. The musical sound that was normally comforting wasn't working at that moment. I leaned against the front of my new home—the unfamiliar one that was nowhere near where I had used to live—and closed my eyes.

“That and I'm wearing the shoes you told me to,” I answered softly, a small smile across my lips.

“The boots? Nagi, I told you you'd look great in them.”

“I still can't walk in them, you know.” The memory of stumbling along the train station was still fresh. “And my feet are rather cold.”

“I bought you many pairs of fluffy socks,” she pointed out. “Why are you not wearing them?”

I glanced down at my outfit again, shaking my head in amusement. “I'm wearing two pairs. It's not like the city, Kyouko.”

Kyouko was the closest friend I ever had, and the first one I had when I moved to the city. She had linked her arm through mine and practically taken me under her golden wing. I had moved halfway through elementary school, so there were already groups formed within the school and I'd left everyone I had ever known in my life. My best friend was miles away at that time, so I was nervous about how different it would be. The first thing I had noticed was how my accent was different to others, and that my hair colour was, too. Purple wasn't a usual colour.

Also many had odd views on towns and villages, much like my friend did. “Are there cows on your doorstep?”

“No.” I chortled. “No, there are not.”

“Oh.” She sounded deflated from having expected a real cow to have actually been there. “Well, at least you can look pretty with lots of layers on.”

“Kyouko.” I breathed slowly, evenly, thinking how to bring up the topic properly. She was purposely straying from the topic we both needed to talk about as it was the only reason that I was where I was. With the back of my hand I brushed the bangs that were covering one of my eyes. “I met them. They're nice.”

“...Is your room nice?” she asked hesitantly, concerned.

“It's nice.” The room was painted a light yellow with white furniture including a desk and chair, along with a dresser and mirror, while the bed was a double. Before I'd came along, I was sure that it was the guest room from the neutral colours. “Nice and yellow.”

“You hate yellow,” she whispered so quietly I'd only just heard it. “And the family?”

They were just how I'd remembered them. At least, what I could remember of them. The Sawada family were a blur in my mind, a nice blur, though. Nana had embraced me the moment I was on her doorstep, ushering me into the home and introducing me again to her son. Tsunayoshi had always been the same age as me, but back when we were young we had never been introduced. I'd seen him across the playground sometimes, but never knew that it was him.

My throat was feeling hot again. “They're lovely.”

As always, Kyouko proved that she knew me more than I thought. “Then why are you outside, Nagi?”

“I was getting reacquainted with the area.” It wasn't fully a lie, but enough of one.

“Get your butt inside that house,” she demanded, though I could hear the smile in her voice, “and just know I'm here if you need me. Ryouhei, too.”

I smoothed the hair over my eye again, flinching as I felt fabric against my skin. “I know,” I croaked, shaking my head as my throat started to feel tight, “thank you.”

“Inside!”

“All right.” I laughed, purposely taking a step towards the house. “I'll talk to you later, Kyouko.”

Once my heart had calmed down enough for me to realise that I could clearly see my breath in the air, I walked through the doorway and had just taken my scarf off when Nana had emerged from the kitchen. “Nagi,” she greeted, “dear.”

With a flick of my head, my bangs were covering my face even more.

“Did you visit your old home? It's still for sale now, so it should be fine if you take a look inside.”

The thought of going back to where I once lived, to see where I had sat down before, surrounded by my family, made my eyes become irritated. There were tears surely prickling there and Nana had noticed as any words she was going to add had died in her throat.

“Honey, I didn't...” She cleared her throat, unsure. “I think I smell burning. Dinner will be ready soon, if you'd like to join us.”

“I'm not hungry,” I confessed as she strutted back into the kitchen, smoothing the wrinkles out of her apron. Nana had always been there with baked treats when I was young, I'd been told, and offering them graciously to me when she had visited. She was a sweet lady.

By the time I was lying down on the guest bed—my bed—I had my eyes closed and was playing with the small doll within my hands. It was a tattered bunny with part of the left ear missing, but it was still important. Other than Kyouko, there had been one more person who had been close to me. A male, that time, he had been the one I'd spent most of my time with. We'd been together since kindergarten, although he was a year older and therefore not in my class, and from how small the town was, we were able to bump into each other often. I smiled fondly as I thought back to the times where I'd been taken aback from how I could see him from the corner of my eyes on random occasions.

It had taken us a couple of years to get past bickering; or, rather, him not liking my presence, before we'd naturally spend time together.

“You're not similar to me any more,” I announced, holding the rabbit above my head, “shall I fix this for you?” My fingertip brushed against the right eye, trembling.

I had to consider myself lucky that the Sawada's were my godfamily since I didn't have to sit within social services or an orphanage to see what would happen to me. A letter from Nana came rather quickly and with the money that was inside I took my chance to leave the city. The only ones who had a chance of stopping me were Kyouko and her brother; they were familiar and what I considered safe, but there were still not what I needed.

Now that I was where I needed to be, I had a home, school and clothes to put on my back.

When there were three quiet knocks on the bedroom door, I jumped and automatically stilled.

“Nagi?” a soft voice asked, pushing the door open. Tsunayoshi looked just like the photo Nana had shown me when I stepped within their home. His dark hair was a disarray upon his head whilst his expression was an open book. “I thought I'd introduce myself.”

“Tsunayoshi,” I acknowledged with a nod.

“Tsuna, please.” He smiled softly. “My mom only calls me my full name when I'm in trouble.”

“It's nice to meet you after all these years.”

He scratched his neck, glancing around the room before his eyes landed on my suitcase tucked into the corner. I hadn't unpacked. “I guess we just never got the chance to speak in the past.”

“It's okay,” I answered, resisting the urge to slip back into my memories, “we had different friends.” The plural wasn't necessary for me.

“Yeah, we did,” Tsunayoshi agreed with a smile. “Have you had a chance to see them again?”

“No,” I confessed, glancing to the side. My glaze landed on the rabbit on the bed and instinctively, I pulled it closer to me to fiddle with. “Not yet. Do you think they'll be in our high school?”

“You've already signed up?” He blinked before gathering his thoughts. “There's one high school around here that's co-ed; the other one is only for girls.”

“I guess I never really paid attention as a kid.” I couldn't hold back my small smile of relief. If I had ended up in the all girls school, there was no doubt that I was going to be even more unhappy than I already was. Just because I was able to get along well with Kyouko didn't mean I was fine with others. The fact that I'd been actively taught self defence didn't usually go down well, too. “I'll try not to get in your way.”

With a smile, he chose to see a different meaning to my words. “No matter how far away you stand, I'll still be able to trip over, or into, you.”

“Same right back to you, then.” I laughed openly.

Tsunayoshi was nothing but a gentleman to me. He was kind enough not to ask any questions, and when he was avoiding a topic he'd wrinkle his nose in an attempt to think quickly. If he made a slip up, and saw how I'd flinch at his words, he'd apologise with his eyes rather than with words. If I had known how he was, I would've befriended when we were young so it was less awkward for us at that moment. He told me the most ridiculous of stories, ranging from antics from when he was but a child to ones that had only happened to him that very day. He made no fuss that I preferred to keep my stories private. Tsunayoshi seemed to understand me and the odd sense of humour I displayed sometimes.

I tried my best to help out around the home although it was against Nana's wishes. She'd usher me away with a smile, stealing the laundry basket from my hands or gently pushing me away from cooking dinner. Nana was doing everything to make me comfortable within their home, even going as far as to make pancakes the first morning that I was there.

We all quickly fell into a silent agreement, knowing which topics were a taboo and should not be mentioned whilst I was in the room or in hearing distance. I knew that they'd be contemplating about my health, whether I was depressed or not and analysing any habits I had. It was the natural thing to do, and I couldn't blame them. My parents had made the right choice when they'd chosen my godfamily.

Nana had finally agreed to let me help her around the house. I was dusting the pictures upon the mantel when I stopped to inspect the pictures. My eyes stopped on an unfamiliar one. Nana was the main focus of it along with a blond-haired male that had his arm snaked around her waist, his lips pressed softly onto her temple.

“That's Tsunayoshi's father,” Nana announced, appearing out of no where, “Iemitsu.”

I jumped guiltily from being caught snooping. “I'm sorry.”

“It's perfectly fine, dear.” She smiled warmly, leaning forward to tap the picture fondly. “Handsome, isn't he? He's in a better place now.”

“Somewhere warmer?” I supplied, hopefully. Death was too much of a sensitive topic as the smell of the hospital back in the city was still clear in my senses. I could clearly remember waking up there and what had happened afterwards.

“Oh, yes.” Nana busied herself cleaning. “Closer to the sun now, he is.”

I flinched. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm fine explaining everything,” she assured me, soothing rubbing my back before wiping the rest of the frames. “He was a great man. Of course, you know that already. Just look at Tsuna.”

“Yes,” I agreed genuinely. “Tsunayoshi's a great person.”

“He'd be blushing from head to toe if he heard that.” Nana chuckled. “It's nice to see that he has a girl at home now,” she said jokingly, winking at me. “Are you ready to face school next week?”

I'd been there almost a week and was dreading the thought of high school. I would be in my second year and intruding on any groups of friends that there were. I was a transfer so for any groups, I would be shoved into and have to deal with it. The only hope I had was that Tsunayoshi would be in my class, but then that would be intruding, too. He hadn't introduced me to his friends as far, but he certainly had told me tales about them.

“I'm... nervous.”

Gossip spread like wildfire within Namimori. I knew this, and yet I had thought that I might have been a special case and therefore left alone. There was a slim chance that no one had caught wind that I had returned, alone, and was missing a crucial feature.

“Nagi,” Nana called, softly, clutching the hand that I had raised to my face, “don't listen to anyone out there, okay? They don't know the full story.”

Neither do you, I thought. “Okay.” I was the shiny new toy for them; or, rather, the toy that had returned after going to get fixed. “I'll try.”

“You can try and get Tsuna to man up and protect you if not.”

I laughed softly at the image. Tsunayoshi was far too timid to fight someone, much less on a regular basis. “I know self defence,” I assured her, still smiling, “a friend taught me back at... home.”

If Nana had noticed how my voice cracked, she didn't say anything. “This can be your home, Nagi.”

“Thank you.”

We continued as if the conversation hadn't happened.

-x-

Kyouko was having a fit over the details I was telling her. As soon as I'd said that there was a fox passing the house, only briefly, she'd shrieked and asked me to repeat the sentence to see whether she'd made it up.

“There really was a fox, Kyouko!” I insisted, glancing out of the window within the living room to see the street. It was empty of any neighbours or strangers walking past, and I had a clear view of the houses there. The road was still unfamiliar to me. “You wouldn't even believe me if I said I saw a deer, would you?”

“Deer? Deer?”

I shook my head at her answer. “I was lying. I've seen no deer yet.”

“Yet!” she repeated hysterically. “Are you living in a shed in the woods somewhere?”

“Sure.” I laughed. “There are no random campers living with me, though. I'm all alone with this fox for company.”

“Ryouhei and I will be there with you,” she promised, “soon.”

My cheeks became hot from her words. “How could you possibly fit in my shed?”

“Well you need someone human to keep you company,” Kyouko teased. “How's the family?”

“They're nice, Kyouko,” I confessed with a hushed voice, “really nice. They're both more than I had hoped for.”

“Both? Well, you've mentioned the mother but not the son all that much.”

She broke the mood immediately as I closed my eyes in amused exasperation. “Don't you dare waggle your eyebrows at me.”

“Oh, come on, Nagi.” Kyouko was definitely grinning. “You're sixteen! You have to be interested.”

“Good bye, Kyouko,” I sang.

-x-

On the Sunday before I had to go to school I found myself venturing outside of the house. Although Tsunayoshi had offered to go with me, I politely declined as I knew where my feet were going to take me.

The nameplate really hadn't changed. I hadn't been imagining it on the first day that I'd arrived back and that time, as I stood just beside the clay pots and the low fence, I wanted to get to the bottom of things. The only one I wanted to see was my friend from my childhood; one of the last people I still had memories with.

I knocked on the door softly, stuffing my hands into my coat pockets after.

Once the door opened again I locked eyes with the same male as before. I could see, clearly, that they still held the same irritation in them as before and that his expression did, too.

He arched an eyebrow. “Not selling?”

“No,” I clarified. The heat of my cheeks was either from the cold weather or embarrassment. “I'm looking for someone.”

The curl of his lips showed his distaste. “Get a phone book.”

“Wait, please,” I asked as he went to close the door. The male scowled at me before slamming it shut, causing me to flinch. He didn't give me the time of day and there was no doubt that he had heard the gossip by then. “I blame you,” I murmured as I traced the material over my right eye. Even if that was him, he wasn't going to recognise me immediately.

[fic] Persona

2012-03-13T01:17:11Z

Title: Persona.
Summary: If lies meant he'd continue to smile, she would fib until her face overheated.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 1,000.
Pairing: Senri Kudou/Hime Kino.
AN: Also posted here.

It was the same as she remembered, the room not having change since she'd first stepped foot into it. It was pristine; no specks of dirt on the shiny counter tops, the oak dining table with the exact same number of chairs, none out of place. The only hint that it wasn't a show home was the small tufts of cat fur on the chairs. They were well trained, resisting jumping onto the counters and were food was placed.

“As always, it's delicious, Onii-chan,” Hime complimented, the spoon passing her lips moments after. “This is the best yet.”

The smile he offered her was one of the best yet as it reached his eyes, displaying an expression Hime never thought she'd see with her own eyes. There was a façade she had to put on to get that very same smile, though. If Senri found out that she was, in fact, not whom he thought she was, the curve of his lips wouldn't appear again.

“Haven't any of the cats tried to steal your cooking yet?” she joked. “This could easily be sold in stores!”

He must have already completed his goal of making the perfect omelette, her taste buds knew that, for sure. And yet there they were weeks after, still holding the makeshift tasting ceremony where he would nervously hover whilst trying to cover up his anxious eyes with a smart, quick comment. Senri was more friendly than the aura he emitted. He wasn't someone who deserved to be lied to, but the alibi came out easy, as if it was a slip of her tongue.

“Didn't I tell you, Shiro?” His voice was low as he leaned onto the table, nervous energy being converted into confidence. “I said I'd be able to do it.”

“They're perfect now.” Shiro. She was Shiro; she had to be that name. Although donning the persona only meant a wardrobe change and an increasingly itchy wig, it was their friendship that was making it the most difficult. Hime glanced down to her spare hand, wanting to count on her fingers the about of times he'd addressed her properly, with her real name. “I'm happy to be able to eat the food you make again.”

“The shape of the omelette isn't perfect yet.” He frowned, skipping over the last comment. “Next time, it will be perfect.”

And there was the sly invitation to come over again, welcoming her back in the territory that was slowly becoming more familiar. Was it like this with most friends? She hadn't frequented the same place enough times to know, but Hime was sure she knew where each cat liked to sleep and exactly what time they were fed. The apartment she was always intruding had a routine, and the reason it was becoming messed up was purely selfish. To see just a small flicker of emotions within Senri's eyes, ones that weren't anger, for once, made her chest fill with pride. It couldn't have been acting—his voice was trained, not his eyes.

“Everything's perfect already,” Hime murmured, closing her eyes. She wanted to picture a different scenario, one where they could have been sat down in their school uniforms and discussing their classmates. They shared more things than Senri knew about. More than what Shiro should have known.

As much as Hime wanted to hold onto her new name with pride, she wanted to push it away at the same time. The few characters had given her independence, a minuscule place in the industry and somehow let her worm her way into Senri's home more than enough times. If she was just Hime, and Hime alone, she would've still been living securely in her sister's shadow.

“If I served you bad food, would you eat it?” she asked not as tentatively as intended.

When the words left her lips, Hime's hand flew to her mouth to cover it. She was resisting the urge to scratch the air, trying to claw the question back so he couldn't process it.

Senri's reaction surprised her, though. “...It would be only fair.”

He was admitting a flaw, accepting it and realising how he'd made himself better. And there she sat, feeling as though she was just a giant flaw.

His feeling couldn't have been an act, just to get further in life. That theory might have worked if they weren't as close as they were—they were friends, weren't they? “And what if I've been lying to you?”

Senri visibly deflated. His eyes widened as any positive expression drained from his face, the firm set of his lips returning; he was the cold mask he was in school, once again. “What's there to lie about?” he asked, coldly.

Apart from her personality, she was a lie to him. He wouldn't welcome the truth with open arms, just as he didn't welcome her real appearance. The new persona that was created for her was acting as the bridge between them, allowing conversations and the small, but ever so a welcome, smiles.

“There's nothing,” she lied, voice low as the smile only just reached her eyes, “nothing at all.”

Lies allowed her to see Senri smile, display a different personality than what he had in school and for her heart to beat erratically within her chest. Hime's cheeks warmed as she scooped another spoonful of the lukewarm food, looking anywhere but at the sly, wide smile across Senri's lips.

[fic] Daisy (#1)

2012-03-11T16:26:21Z

Title: Daisy.
Summary: An unknown lethal virus spreads across the world, resulting in the dead becoming reanimated. Two clashing strangers have to make it through the apocalypse with their preferred weapons, but only if they can stop competing with each other.
Rating: R-15.
Word Count: 5,321.
Pairing: Dino Cavallone/Kyouya Hibari.

( “That wasn't normal,” Dino spoke quietly beside me, his eyes fixed on the corpse. “No one should have still been alive after that.” )

[plot] where's the bloody gore?

2012-03-08T23:59:25Z

There's a huge lack of zombies in the KHR! fandom. So I'm asking for different views on zombies, so if you love me, please tell me! There's some people who think they can only limp slowly, rather than run, only have the sense of smell and hearing and hate loud, booming music. Some think they're fast, have most senses, can walk through water without any trouble and are really violent. There's a few where just getting the blood of the infected undead on your skin can turn you into one of them, whilst others you have to consume the blood or just be, typically, bitten.

I always like the idea of them being blind and relying on smell and hearing more than others. I don't know what else yet... >.> I do know I'm not going to skip over the disgusting details and the violence, oho. (The story is going to be a D18 AU, as always, and I'm going to have fun killing off all of the characters.)

[journal] happy birthday to this bitch

2012-02-20T03:34:25Z

wafjdsgs
I was right. On Saturday I went to see Wicked but since I'd stayed up the whole night and by the start of the show was up for more than twenty-four hours, I was close to falling asleep. It was good, though, and the Chinese food I had after was as well. I helped my mom bake a cake today (or, well, yesterday) and piped cream on top. I'll post pictures of it later, it looks yummy.

So... happy birthday to me? ;A;)/

[fic] With Time (#3)

2012-01-02T18:58:11Z

Title: With Time.
Summary: Moving to a new time, Dino meets a withdrawn child that prefers to speak with his eyes rather than words. Over the years that doesn't change, but the way he looks at Dino does.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 5,728.
Pairings: Alaude/Oregano, Dino Cavallone/Kyouya Hibari.
AN: Spam, spam, spam!
uck

( “Mama wouldn't approve of our love, Kyouko!” )

[meme] 2011

2011-12-31T15:46:47Z

Meme stolen from umi_no_suzume!

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE. ~~soon.~~

Name: Aimee
Screen name: Aimee
Current location: UK
Birth date: 20th February
Sign: Pisces

2011 In The Beginning

Where did you ring in the New Year? ...My bed.
Who were you with? My tissues and hot water bottle!
Did you kiss anyone at midnight? Probably my cat~
Did you make any resolutions? Nope.
If so did you keep them? Oh yeah, I did.

2011 Your Love Life

Single/Taken? HORRIBLY ALONE UNLESS ON THE INTERNET.
How many relationships did you have? Oh, far too many. I'm so scandalous.
How many break ups? Are my tissues a good enough answer? /sobs a river
How many people did you kiss? Zero.

2011 Friends and Enemies

Did you meet any new friends this year? Yeah! *w*)/
Did any of your friendships end? Two important ones, no minor.
Did you dislike anyone? Oh, everyone. Everyone.
Did you get into any fights? A few....
Did you make any new enemies? Most likely.
Did you resolve any fights? Yup! After I started them, though.
Who was your closest friend? I would have to say, my lovely older sister, eternalilith! I'm so happy I met you~

2011, The Holidays!

Did you have a Valentine? I did! My gay best friend.
Did the Easter bunny visit you? uuuu he didn't.
Did watch fireworks on the 4th of July? I'M SORRY I'M ENGLISH THIS MEANS NOTHING TO ME.
Did you dress up for Halloween? In pyjamas. I was terrifying.
What did you do for Thanksgiving? I AM ENGLISH, GO AWAY.
Did you receive what you wanted? Oh yes, got a new laptop for Christmas. And some sexy leather boots.
Were you good this holiday season? I was a lovely girl who liked to wear pyjamas and fall asleep with friends.

2011 Your Birthday!

How old did you turn? Don't make me say it, sob. ;__;
Did you have a cake? No, I didn't.
What did you do for your birthday? I... had a cold once again.
Did you have a party? Oh, hell no.
Did you get any presents? uuu I don't even remember any more.

2011... The Memories and Accomplishments!

Funniest Memory? NOTHING. THIS WORLD IS VERY DULL. ...I don't remember.
Saddest Memory? My brother getting into a car accident, and then my dad a couple of weeks after.
Most Embarassing Memory? Hmm... Probably sleep drawing in class. That was pretty embarrassing when everyone laughed at me.
Best Accomplishment? THESE BOOBS WON'T STOP GROWING.

2011 FAVORITES!

Favorite TV shows? Mahou Shoujo Madoka★Magica!
Favorite songs? Wotamin's version of Two Breaths Walking!
Favorite bands/artists? uuu... SNSD still, I guess?
Favorite food? Rice.
Favorite stores? I don't have one~
Favorite restaurants? Probably the lovely Thai restaurant I went to on my birthday.
Favorite piece of clothing? Thigh-high socks lol.

2011 All about You!
Did you change at all this year? ...My attitude got worse and my boobs got bigger.
Did you dye your hair? Black, red, blond, purple, blue, pink.... and then blond all over.
Did you get your hair cut? I did. It was down to my waist and then since I lost my best friend, I cut it off up to my chin.
Did you change your style? Not at all. I'm still the same as I've always been.
Were you in school? I skipped a lot with my ex-best friend. We were almost kicked out at the beginning for it; since the second year has started, I can count my days off on my hands!
Did you have a job? HAHAHA. I painted backgrounds for theatre groups and did some commissions.
Did you drive? No!
Did you own a car? Definitely not~
Did you lose anyone this year? ...I don't think I did.
Did anyone close to you give birth? My college classmate and someone I went to nursery with. So young.
Did you move at all? Nope!
Did you go on any vacations? Yup, went away to Antigua and then down to Dawlish a few times.
Did you leave the country at all? Nope.
Would you change anything about yourself now? I WANT MY LONG HAIR BACK.

2011 Wrap Up.

Was 2011 a good year? It was pretty unique, I can say that.
Do you have any regrets? Should have punched ex-best friend in the face.
Did 2011 bring any new insights? Made me realise that I like my pyjamas.
Do you think 2012 will top 2011? It bloody better. D8
Do you have any goals for 2012? GROW TO BE 6FT RATHER THAN 5FT.
If you could forget any moment what would it be? Watching Ben open a present and card from grandparents that haven't given me anything for ten years. Only him, only him.
Do you wish 2011 wouldn't end? Yes! That way Tai would be a kitten forever.
Do you plan to do anything special for NYE 2012? I plan to lurk in my room, turn my phone off, and gave some alone time. xD

[unlisted] so this pretty much sums up my christmas

2011-12-28T12:18:27Z

[fic] With Time (#2)

2011-12-26T23:50:35Z

Title: With Time.
Summary: Moving to a new time, Dino meets a withdrawn child that prefers to speak with his eyes rather than words. Over the years that doesn't change, but the way he looks at Dino does.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 5,250.
Pairing: Dino Cavallone/Kyouya Hibari.
AN: Spamming this story on LJ, it seems.
uck

( “He's lying,” Lal practically sang, enjoying the playful glare that came her way. “He likes to dress up. On Tuesdays, he's a princess.” )

[fic] With Time (#1)

2011-12-23T00:01:03Z

Title: With Time.
Summary: Moving to a new time, Dino meets a withdrawn child that prefers to speak with his eyes rather than words. Over the years that doesn't change, but the way he looks at Dino does.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 5,670.
Pairing: Dino Cavallone/Kyouya Hibari.
AN: Too lazy to post it on here, too. Just a cute chapter where five characters are children.
fucking spaces

( “Kidnapping isn't a good habit. If your mom finds out, she won't give you any cake.” )

[advent] D16/D20

2011-12-21T08:04:49Z

D16: Tried to draw someone smiling.

D17: Kyouya/Bluebell, doodle that got lined and quickly coloured.
D18: idek Kyouya/Bluebell hate for D18 day?
D19: This was going to be Chihayafuru fanart, but then it turned out weird.
D20: For my portfolio, but I think I'm going to scrap it.

[fic] White Lies

2011-12-19T00:08:14Z

Happy D18 day! :D Last year I did a smut-shot so this year I did the same again~ Although the last one's been deleted, I hope my writing has improved? (probably not, haha) I hope you all had a great day!

Title: White Lies.
Summary: To pay back a debt, Kyouya agrees to be his internet friend's girlfriend. It's too bad that he's clearly male and has to remind himself he's a replacement.
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 22,563
Pairing: Dino Cavallone/Kyouya Hibari.
AN: It's on fanfiction as splitting it up into so many entries would be such a hassle. Enjoy! :D

( Dino suddenly looked bashful. “Advice is what I need from you. Your standards are rather high, so please correct me as you see fit.” )

[advent] D11/D15

2011-12-15T22:16:41Z

D11: I like messenger bags.

D12: Had a competition with my class who could copy a picture the best. I changed it to Kyouya/Bluebell, though. (Just by the hair)
D13: Testing new colours.
D14: An apology picture but I was blocked again before I could show them.
D15: My outfits and hairstyles through the week.

[advent] D6/D10

2011-12-09T23:58:33Z

D6: I was sleepy so I drew a sleepy girl with pink(?) hair.

D7: Eye patches are cool so, naturally, I have to draw one every now and then.
D8: Dino.
D9: Oh, it's animated! I was testing out what this image would look like moving. It's choppy because it's going to be a flip book IRL as a present for someone.
D10: A sloppy sketch for my friend. :c

[advent] D1/D5

2011-12-05T22:44:33Z

I'm doing my own, uh, version of the advent challenge! Instead of one story a day, I'm doing one sketch and 2000 words. Doing good so far! So I don't spam everyone, I'm posting the rough sketches every five days until I give up, which will most likely be soon. ;u;

D1: rough concept sketch/colours filled in on one my ideas for college.
D2: Mami sketch based off of a tumblr image I found in class.
D3: a sketch that was supposed to be Bluebell and then I gave up on.
D4: Kyouya/Bluebell idea. >__<;;
D5: testing out a new nib I bought for my dip pen, it's so thin! <3

[fic] As the Maiden of Deception Falls

2011-11-17T10:23:41Z

Title: As the Maiden of Deception Falls.
Summary: Sometimes there was no such thing as peace and quiet.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 1917.
Pairing: Kyouko Sakura/Sayaka Miki.
AN: This was started, and almost finished, back at the beginning on August. I've just finished it off today but I'm not too happy with how i has turned out. D: I don't remember what I had intended it to end like, or what their personalities were like. I've finished this for you, eternalilith! (P.S. this isn't beta'd)

       The sky had been long since stained a mixture of hues. Other shades had bled into the colour, dying the vast amount of sky what seemed to be in a gradient; bright and powerful, strong in it's own way. A young girl shifted in her seat, gazing at the particular colours through her glazed over irides. The time was far into the early evening, late enough for her parents to have been concerned where she was, but that wasn't the point. It was a stand of sorts, being out as the lampposts slowly turned on, the flickering florescent lights looking similar to a beacon. Calling to those who were lost, or looking for something.

       With the curve of her lips pointing down, the blue-haired girl ground her teeth together. She knew that it was a stupid idea, that nothing would come out of a bus ride to nowhere. There were vacant seats all around, yet her mind liked to pretend that they were filled. She placed silhouettes in her peripheral vision, humming softly to not feel as secluded as she was. There was nothing to have been worried about, although it was dark, the setting wasn't a horror movie. There were no monsters in the world, nor were there threats past the ones that were man made. Gently her eyelids dropped, obscuring her vision, but she accepted the movement whole heartedly. Her stay would have been prolonged that way, and the bus, surely, wasn't going to go that far from the area.

       Rolling her shoulders to be more alert, the girl stiffened when she saw her reaction. Still clad within the school uniform from that afternoon, she hadn't had a second thought of what she was doing. “I should just go home,” murmured she. “Now is not the time for soul searching.”

       When the vehicle stopped loudly, pushing the one passenger and driver almost out of their seats in the process, the young girl wasn't paying attention. Instead fiddling with her mobile phone, rather than innocently twiddling her thumbs, debating whether to call a friend. She'd laugh of her own behaviour, though, through the conversation of explaining her motives. Crack a joke to cover it, possibly.

       The scarlet bow resting below her clothed collarbones was glaringly bright. Quickly slipping the ribbon out from her uniform, she crushed it in her hand, smiling slightly the the sudden feeling of freedom. Her mood fell, however, as she heard a distinctive crunching in front of her. The door had been opened, meaning more passengers could come inside. The one that had climbed aboard looked no older than herself, a female with blazing crimson hair and a biscuit hanging from the corner of her mouth.

       There was a distinctive attitude as the older female walked along; from the gentle sway of her hips—that were almost on show from the short denim material she was wearing—to the bangs that had escaped her high ponytail, falling to partially cover the forehead. As they made eye contact, there was no spark. Just sheer indifference as the girl carried on the walk, biting down purposely on the biscuit. The crunch was audible, along with the loud sigh she produced before slumping into the seat situated behind the blue-haired girl.

       From the image reflected within the window, the younger girl was able to see a vast amount of bare flesh on show within it. She had no lack of self-confidence, apparently, or the decency to stay quiet.

       There was another crunch. Louder, that time, amplified from their close distance. The biscuit was almost all gone, thankfully, the end that wasn't coated with chocolate pressed against the plump lips she possessed. The older girl had her eyes closed, elbows resting upon the tops of the seats, as she was slouched, very much relaxed by the stance. The complete opposite as to who was in front.

       “Is that your substitute for a cigarette?” the blue-haired girl asked loudly, staring at the seat in front of her; not at the window, where they could have easily made eye contact. “I don't appreciate the noises, nor do I think the crumbs are necessary.” The next noise was taunting. She could practically imagine the other girl grinning like a crocodile, showing her teeth viscously, before gnawing loudly on the sweet. “I'm trying to think here, you're distracting!”

       “Isn't the roar from the engine more distracting? It's certainly not comforting.” The crimson-haired girl certainly did sound mature. Her attire. at he'd her attitude, nothing about it showing the naivety of a child. From what had been seen, only the most courageous of girls would've willingly displayed their navel, especially paired up with shorts. “This isn't the area for a crisis.”

       “Excuse me for having problems.” The younger blushed, rivalling the shade of the other's hair. Another distinctive crunch sounded, making any good vibe she was feeling disappear. The older girl was trouble, that was all. “It's rude to speak with your mouth full.”

       “Respect your elders,” the other retorted, making it clear who was supposed to be dominant between them. There were plenty of other seats available, yet she had chosen to sit right beside her. The words that were uttered next completely caught her off guard. “If your life is boring, it should be fine to die, right?”

       What is this conversation? the younger thought to herself. One second they were snapping at each other, the next morals had come into the picture. There were more noises of the other consuming food, but quieter than before. “Then what have I lived for, if I do that?” She was only humouring the stranger, nothing more. Adding fuel to the fire, one that had already set a forest alight.

      “Isn't it obvious?” The redhead laughed loudly, bitterly, while throwing her head back. “We live to be hurt, that's all. There's no purpose.”

      “Nonsense,” she replied with just as much passion. There had to have been a purpose, though, she and hardly expected the answer to become clear in their conversation. She pushed her bangs behind her ear, fingertips pressing against the metal clips that held some hair back. “Though everyone gets hurt, don't say we're living for nothing.”

      The older girl pushed herself forward, gripping the back of the other seat while biting down loudly on her next sweet. “What do you want me to say then?” Irritation was clear in her voice, the sudden low tone contracting her sweet looks. At that point they were both looking at each other directly, the cerulean-haired female noting the other had crimson irides, too. “I'm being honest,” she proclaimed, “the true feeling of solitude comes straight from the heart. Do you realise that?”

      “You just sound bitter.”

      “I'm a realist, little girl.” She eyed the other from head to, well, neck as that was what she could see while they were sat down. “Get your head out of the clouds and realise this world is rotten.”

     “Who said that you were knowledgable?” the blue-haired girl snapped, flicking her bangs out of the way with a shake of her head. “I choose what I see and do.”

      “I used to think that.” The older female laughed bitterly, intentionally biting down hard on the last of her biscuit. “When is your Prince Charming coming for you? His horse probably injured itself. Give him time, then.” Another appeared in her mouth the moment after. “Do you consider yourself a princess?”

      Maybe when she was still learning to crawl on the floor. The fairytales she had grown up hearing matched none of the criteria of her life. The other girl was mocking her, obviously, while gnawing obnoxiously on another coated treat that she had made appear from thin air. Did she have a eating disorder? the smaller girl thought, furrowing her eyebrows before snapping herself back to the present. It wasn't any of her problem if a stranger was ill.

      “I don't intend to humour you,” she ground out, turning stubbornly in her seat. When there was an almost harsh tug on her hair, that was freely hanging just above her shoulders, she shrieked in surprise.

      “Don't be rude, now,” the older female said, standing up while letting go of the other's hair.

      “Rude?” she questioned. “You haven't even introduced yourself.”

      “Oh.” A red eyebrow became arched. “I see how it is. Kyouko.” She stool her hand out into the sir in front of the other's face, the movement more threatening or not. As if she was challenging the other girl to back down or continue to amuse her.

      Taking in a deep breath, to bravely puff her chest out, the blue-haired girl returned the gesture, firmly shaking Kyouko's hand and acknowledging the spreading warmth between their momentary skinship.

      “Sayaka,” she introduced herself begrudgingly.

      “Time to come down from your throne, princess,” Kyouko taunted her snidely, munching on a biscuit just after. They were still shaking hands, except there were no movements between them, just their hands awkwardly hanging in the air. “Become a peasant with me.”

      “Either you just proposed in a very awkward way or I should call you crazy,” she deadpanned. “I think I'll go for number two, personally, it fits you very well.” The blue-haired girl had no idea what to say in return apart from a sarcastic remark, what kind of serious answer could someone give on the spot? Yes, she realised that it was odd for a girl like her to have been out as late as she was, but that didn't mean that she was a delinquent. The older girl, on the other hand, was a completely different story. “Can you leave me alone now?”

     “You sound ever so happy while being rude.” Kyouko continued to lean over the top of the other’s seat, staring at her in a way that wasn’t subtle.

      Another crunch sounded as the stared.

      “Was I supposed to apologise?” Sayaka asked on a whim, her tone one of disbelief as it dawned on her that he red-haired female really was expecting an apology. If anything, she was the one that needed to receive one, not give it out for unknown reasons. “It looks like it’s not happening.” She shrugged.

      Kyouko ground her teeth together, snapping the biscuit that was in her mouth and causing it to fall on the floor. The treat rolled for a moment but they both weren’t paying attention to it. “Yes.”

      She barely resisted the urge to grin at the conversation. “You might have to wait awhile, then.”

      “I’ve been told I’m not a patient person,” Kyouko recalled while rolling her eyes. “I’m just warning you, kid, there’s nothing all that good in this world.”

      Kid, Sayaka though begrudgingly. The amount of times she had been called that rather than her name was far too annoying. They had exchanged names, but they weren’t on friendly enough terms to utter them to each other. They were trying to avoid it at all costs, if anything. “I can tell that right now.”

      To her surprise Kyouko laughed at the comment rather than finding it insulting. She grinned from ear to ear before revealing another biscuit, replacing the discarded one. “That’s the attitude I wanted to see,” she announced, “bitter with a hint of humour.”

      Maybe she’d misunderstood, but nevertheless Sayaka just blinked before pushing herself up from the seat, only looking over her shoulder for a moment to nod to the older girl, to flee off of the bus at the next stop.

[meme] generator

2011-11-12T23:48:42Z

Stolen from namedlove!

So, aimeeshii, your LiveJournal reveals…

You are… 0% unique, 0% peculiar, 100% interesting, 0% normal and 0% herdlike. When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.

Your overall weirdness is: 8

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 13% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

namedlove hahaha look at this! You're weirder than me apparently, what is this bull? :D INTELLECTUAL AND WARY OF TRUSTING STRANGERS. WHAT. And I'm not normal. Oh. LOL.

[meme] name generator

2011-11-05T19:24:57Z

Stolen off of xsayounara! Thanks, girl! 8D

Name: Rebekah Aimee (I don't want to put my embarrassing last name, lmao. Deal with them two.)
Japanese name generator: Iseki Kinuko
Italian name generator: Bambalina Colombo (This one almost made me wet myself >__>)
Spanish name generator: Jimena Molina
Assassin name generator: Talon (Well, that's certainly different.)
Anime name generator: Chise “Scantily Clothed” Sakamoto (Why am I a slut? WHY?)
French name generator: Louise-Gisèle Meyet
Chinese name generator: Jia Ning
Korean name generator: Sang Myeong
Rapper name generator: Puff Ice Heavy 3000 (What is this? o.0)
Hillbilly name generator: Dolly-Lu Pitchforktoter (Dolly-Lu...)
Alice in Wonderland name generator: White Rabbit

I feel inbred from these weird names 8l Never again.

[meme] Music

2011-08-18T03:33:50Z

Sneakily stolen from infinitymax!

How many songs: 4362

Sort by song title:
First Song: “A” - Rainbow
Last Song: “5:09AM” - Ai Otsuka

Sort by time:
Shortest Song: “Untitled” - Miyavi [0:10]
Longest Song: “God Palace -Method of Inheritance-” by Versailles [10:31]

Sort by artist:
First Artist: Amu
Last Artist: 4minute

Top Three Most Played Songs:
1. “Y” by MBLAQ
2. “LA chA TA” by f(x)
3. “Two Breaths Walking” by Wotamin

Search:
Death: 5
Life: 11
Love: 222
Hate: 6
You: 195
Sex: 5

[art] Leaving the aches in the evening, today ends

2011-08-12T08:51:58Z

Following after my Uni, I was able to remember how I coloured it! ...Kinda. So I decided to draw a Bluebell, mostly for my ID on dA. Of course, there's awkward breasts, far too light hair and general wrongness. Nevertheless, I think this is totally different to my last full drawing of her. ;__;