A place for Ducksushi love

Sign up for the Crack Ship Big Bang!

starianprincess — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 05:16:22 GMT

SIGN UP FOR THE CRACK SHIP BIG BANG!

This is a multi-fandom writing challenge centered on crack or odd pairings. As a participant, your objective will be to take a crack pairing and write a story with a minimum of 10,000 words about it. (You also have the option of creating a mini-bang of 5,000 words.) Or you can sign up as an artist and create a fanart, fanmix, or fanvid to go with your chosen story. While Shinya/Atsushi isn't exactly considered crack by fandom standards, it is definitely allowed for this challenge. We hope to see you when sign-ups go up next week!

recruitment

megaraptor — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 01:05:36 GMT

Many apologies for interrupting the silence, but.

Any active Shinya roleplayers out there?

miundel — Fri, 15 Oct 2010 12:55:41 GMT

Hello, dear members.

I come to announce the sign-ups for strudy_exchange are officially open!

Please come and read the rules and then sign-up! :3
Thanks people!

Consider it early Christmas

nekorenochan — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 18:38:50 GMT

Made with love for Duckie. With a hint of DuckSushi-ness for flavor.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8BRMeb4470

A little gift

nekorenochan — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 05:15:41 GMT

Made some DuckSushi-ness that may be worth sharing.

nekorenochan.deviantart.com/art/DuckSushi-WP-146528721 DuckieSushi wallpaper
nekorenochan.deviantart.com/art/Happy-B-day-Shinya-146254398 Duckie's birthday/Christmas gift. I mean who WOULDN'T want naked Sushi?
nekorenochan.deviantart.com/art/Giggle-snort-145982158 Look at this Duck!

Single handedly resuscitating...

nekorenochan — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 18:52:41 GMT

with more art and some general cuteness. Please enjoy.
http://nekorenochan.deviantart.com/art/Nomin-Da-Pizza-Da-Ne-140759926
http://nekorenochan.deviantart.com/art/What-the-Da-ne-142919266
http://nekorenochan.deviantart.com/art/Mitsu-and-Ryosuke-145002848
http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t331/NekoRenoChan/tenimyuducksushi.jpg

Please also enjoy some Duckie crack.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_ujjRf73pM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ec3V8vxao8I

nekorenochan — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 17:31:25 GMT

Hello everyone. Been browsing this place for some time, but now I've decided to join. DuckSushi is a very tasty "food" that just don't get enough love. I shall help remedy said problem with some fan art.
http://nekorenochan.deviantart.com/art/A-Little-DuckSushi-143224163
http://nekorenochan.deviantart.com/art/Duckie-All-Tied-Up-Da-ne-141595934

Ducksushi fanart!

psychoxbreaker — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 03:55:06 GMT

The community died long before I became a member D: But here's to hoping it makes a comeback someday! I bring you my first attempt at ducksushi fanart~

Worksafe
Follow the fake cut~...da ne

x-posted at tenipuri

[Fic] Valentimes!

feuillu — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 23:11:23 GMT

Title: Valentimes are Important Times

Author: feuillu

Pairing: Yanagisawa/Atsushi

Rating: G

"Wow, what a haul, da ne!" Shinya peered over Atsushi's shoulder into his locker, whistling at the assortment of chocolates inside. "That's gotta be like a whole month's worth, da ne!"

"Eh," Atsushi shrugged, reaching into the pile of sweets to retrieve his shoes. "It's nothing. I don't even really like—"

He cut himself off suddenly as Shinya opened his locker to reveal one or two lonely treats. Shinya quickly tried to mask his expression of disappointment.

"Ah, great, da ne! Now I don't have to buy anything for stupid White Day, da ne!" His rationale sounded awfully forced.

"Yeah, that's pretty— hey look at that hot chick!"

"Where da ne?!" Shinya's head snapped around to look, oblivious to everything else while he scanned the hallway. "Aw, she's not that hot, da— What the hell are you doing, da ne?"

Atsushi finished shoving the contents of his shirt into the locker, kicking the ones he had dropped out of the way, and then straightened up again, running a hand through his hair and trying to look nonchalant.

"Well," he said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Now you definitely have to buy something for White Day."

[Fic] Notes

puzzley — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 15:01:22 GMT

This is an apologyfic for feuillu because I invited her to bnf_brawl to be my Shinya, then went to be a bad Atsushi myself. I'm so sorry, I was so excited about getting a Shinya and enjoyed arguing with him so much that I subconsciously made my Atsushi unlikable. You should all shun me :'D

Please be brutally honest with my characterization because, with all the weird brawl stuff going on, I have actually forgotten what the real Atsushi is like, and wrote this to get back on track. There is a logical error in this fic. I don't think any of you will notice though. This is actually my first fic and I may write more if I get proper criticism. I think there should be more classroom stories about Atsushi and Shinya. I am so amused that they are classmates.

Title: Notes
Rating: G
Summary: Two best friends pass notes in class.
Pairing(s): Ducksushi BFF
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.

‘What are you doing now, dane?’ Atsushi stared at the crumpled piece of paper that had just flown his way, then took a short glance at the person seated three seats away. Shinya obviously wasn’t interested in today’s lesson –he wasn’t a bad student, really, he was just selective about these things, only paying attention to the subjects he enjoyed, and that clearly wasn’t Geography. But did he really have to bother the people who actually liked Geography?

‘You can see what I’m doing, so stfu.’ Atsushi scribbled roughly and drew an angry face on the small note. He then made a point to crumple it into a ball really loudly to express his displeasure. He also aimed it back at Shinya’s eye –oh what fun.

Of course, Shinya didn’t get the picture. Or rather, he chose not to, and quite enjoyed how his annoyed friend had reacted.

‘Ouch, dane.. , ‘came the next note. This time it was in the form of a tiny paper airplane.

‘You sent me another note just to say ‘Ouch’?’

‘Yes, dane.’

‘And now you send me another one to say ‘Yes’….’

‘That’s right, dane.’

‘Stop it!’ By now Atsushi was rubbing his temple. Putting down his pencil, he hoped his Sensei would just turn around and notice the wordly battle that was taking place. The other students obviously had noticed –some were giggling, even. It’s not that he wanted Shinya to be punished (though that would have been rather amusing to watch), he just wanted to pay attention to the lesson. He picked up his pencil and added a ‘You know I can just stop replying or something, right? Kusu.’

‘But you just replied, dane! You hypocrite!’ He definitely heard sniggering coming from the back.

‘Well, I’ll stop RIGHT NOW’

‘You replied again, dane!’

‘This is the last one!’ And with that, Atsushi felt accomplished. He had made up his mind. He was not going to reply no matter how ridiculous or annoying Shinya’s next note would be. And, for a brief moment, he felt like he really did win, because after that note there was silence. Of course, naturally, his victory was short-lived.

‘WOW ATSUSHI YOU’RE SO HOT DANE COME TO MY ROOM FOR SOME FUN DANE --Girl sitting behind you’ Atsushi choked. The piece of pencil lead he was holding broke and his eraser dropped and he drew a huge line on his textbook and he choked. Obviously, he had underestimated his best friend. Before he could even remember his commitments of late, he was already scribbling with newfound energy.

‘WHAT THE HELL, SHINYA, WHAT THE HELL. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! WHAT THE HELL.’ Shinya knew very well that the ‘Girl’ seated behind Atsushi was, quite obviously, not a girl, nor did he look like one, smell like one, or could ever mistaken for one. Girls were petite. This guy was…well…

‘I didn’t send it, dane!!!!!’

‘Do you have to make such an obvious lie?’ Atsushi sighed. He had no idea what his teacher was talking about now, and he, unlike somebody, intended to ace this subject.

‘Are you angry, dane?’

‘YES.’

‘It’s just lonely at the back here, dane. I’m sorry. I’ll stop now.’ Ah, guilt. Atsushi knew he was directly responsible for all this, he had, deliberately, sat away from Shinya after all –Shinya was just …distracting. He was annoying and loud and unfocused yet cute and sweet and, well, distracting. In some other ways Atsushi dared not embark upon, too.

What made everything worse was that he could actually remember the unfinished ‘ Hey ’Tsushi, dane, want to sit togeth—‘ on that first day of the new semester. He could also remember walking away before that sentence was complete. How insensitive of him.

---------------

After the rest of the class had left, Atsushi went down to Shinya’s seat and shoved him sideways, occupying half of it, “You know, if you want to sit with me, just say so.”

“Won’t I just annoy you to death or something, dane?”

“And what makes think you annoy me?”

Shinya broke out a weak smile, “I don’t know, dane. You’re always hitting me with things.” He was obviously trying to lighten the mood of their conversation. Of course, this just served to make Atsushi feel worse.

"Oh, do I?" Smirking, Atsushi pushed his entire body sidewards, and at once Shinya was on the floor, robbed of his seat. The loud squawk that came with the impact was quite satisfying.

"There you go again, dane. You must really hate me!" Shinya shouted, pointing an accusing finger.

"But I didn't hit you with anything." Atsushi was enjoying this too much, so much so that he had forgotten what he had went to talk to Shinya about in the first plac --oh yeah, the seat thing.

"You will sit beside me tomorrow."

"But what about Sakiko-chan, dane?"

"We will tell the teacher you are her." Even though it was quite obvious he wasn't being serious, the picture of Shinya in Sakiko's female school uniform appeared in Atsushi's mind anyway -and quite possibly Shinya's as well, judging from his immediate change of expression.

"W-what the hell, dane."

"I was joking."

"I know, dane, but still...what the hell." Atsushi laughed and messed up Shinya's hair. If only he could stump Shinya like this all the time --he wouldn't have to worry about his excessive chatter any longer, "We'll arrange something with the teacher. She likes me."

"I'm going to miss our note-passing, dane. It was fun."

"I'm not. You send pointless notes."

"Can I just send you one more note, dane?" Despite the fact that they were standing right next to each other?

"Sure. Why not." With this, Shinya immediately took out a piece of paper and started writing carefully on it. His attention to the handwriting was surprising --this had to be an important note.

'Do you like me, dane? Circle Yes or No.'

Atsushi burst out laughing.

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Fanart; icepack for you on a hot summer's day

iyori — Tue, 17 Jul 2007 01:40:54 GMT

The last time i saw Anipuri was about two years ago, so i downloaded the St. Rudolph arc to refresh my memory. It's wonderful when you can combine and compare scenes from the anime and the musical; that gave me this image and i had to get it out of my head 8D;;; (Though before it was put onto paper, Atsushi was a little less angry, i think. XD;;)

Regarding this pairing.... I'm not too sure myself, but to me they're BFF that do silly, adorable things together and have a relationship that's mostly platonic. At the same time i'm trying hard not to fall for Shinoda/Ryousuke RPS but. THEY MAKE IT VERY DIFFICULT D8 ~~Kusooooo Shinoda you and your fluffy blog entries aghfdjksghfjk~~

I BRING CRA-- ERR, ART.

cu_da_rukia — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 17:01:38 GMT

'cuz this community seems kinda dead and I still haven't shown any love for ducksushi :X
Rating: G
Warnings: None.

I know it's not a "couple pic" but yah, it's still them = >

outfits based on fanarts from a japanese website called "insect man"
~~Atsushi looks better since crowitched helped with the coloring lolz~~

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JackJack Livejournal Community

suthrnbellechan — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 21:01:44 GMT

jackjackcomm

JackJack is a performance group featuring 3 of the TeniMyu boys
(Shinoda Mitsuyoshi, Katoh Ryousuke, Aoki Kenji)
and their friend
(Nemoto Masakazu)

The community isn't too terribly new, but with the recent celebration of JackJack's First Anniversary,
i figured the community could use some pimping ^^

So come check it out! lol i'm no good at making a pimp post lol
but seriously come check out the boys and do soem fangirling

And currently, until tomorrow night, JackJack will be taking votes as to what to name their fanclub. At jackjackcomm, we have a poll going and we'll send in a collective vote from all the "foreign fans" so head on over, join, do some voting, and party on ^^

[Translation] DuckSushi BoRP Voice Message

iyori — Fri, 20 Oct 2006 21:22:17 GMT

I've been looping the Kisarazu & Yanagisawa Best of Rival Players single for ages, and the voice message is just as much awesome as the song itself.

Felt the need to do a translation because it is just so much love.

Disclaimer: I'm not fluent in Japanese so please excuse any mistakes. Feel free to point out any errors! m(_ _)m

Notes:
- Tsuruoka Satoshi = Kisarazu Atsushi; Mori Norisa = Yanagisawa
- [Words in square brackets = I'M NOT SURE OMG HALP]
- Slightly altered some of the phrases so they sound better in English.

Excerpt from dialogue

Mori: Tsuruoka-kun does the voice acting for Kabaji as well, don't you?
Tsuruoka: Usu
Mori: Kabaji's in a rival team
Tsuruoka: Ah then Mori-san is also our Seigaku's Arai-sempai
Mori: Kabaji and Arai vs Kisarazu and Yanagisawa
Mori: Let's do a doubles match scene
Tsuruoka: Show our abilities as seiyuu

Kabaji and Arai vs Kisarazu and Yanagisawa

Referee: One set match. Yanagisawa to serve!
Yanagisawa: Let's do it dane, Atsushi!
Kisarazu: Okay.
Yanagisawa: Daaaaane! *serves*
Arai: It's coming, Kabaji!
Kabaji: Usu.
Arai: *hits*
Somebody: *returns*
Arai: It's coming, Kabaji!
Kabaji: Usu.
Arai: *hits* Why am I the only one hitting? Am I instructing him the wrong way?
Somebody: *returns*
Arai: Go for it, Kabaji.
Kabaji: Usu. RUUUUWARGH! *insert powerful return*
Arai: Ahhh I got it.
Kisarazu: Argh! What power!
Kabaji: ROARRRR
Yanagisawa: Adkgfhj;gjds
Kabaji: RAWR
Yanagisawa: *loses*
Referee: 15-love
Kabaji: The winner is Arai-sama.
Cheerleaders (wtf): ARAI IS THE WINNER! ARAI IS THE WINNER!
Yanagisawa: Arai is scary dane.
Kisarazu: You're good, Arai.
Arai: ...I didn't do anything.
Cheerleaders: ARAI IS THE WINNER! ARAI IS THE WINNER! LOVELY, LOVELY ARAI-SAMAAA~!
Yanagisawa: Damnit, we won't lose dane! Yanagisawa is the winner! Yanagisawa is the winner!
Kisarazu: [It doesn't sound] good.
Yanagisawa: Eh? Uh then, Kisarazu is the winner! Kisarazu is the winner!
Kisarazu: Just go with (first) names. <--♥!!!
Yanagisawa: Ah, okay. Shinya is the winner, Atsushi is the loser! Shinya is the winner, Atsushi is the loser!
Atsushi: ...Hmmmmm? -CENSORED- you.
Yanagisawa: UH OKAY EVERYONE BYE.
Atsushi: Huh, whatever.......
Yanagisawa: Waittaminute Atsushi don't hurt me you said whatever dsgdghAKJFGJKSGYJEWKA *dies*

END

AREN'T THEY JUST SO CUTE. And sorry, couldn't resist adding in some commentary.

If you haven't heard it yet, the single Aoi Honou (Blue Flame) is available for download over here. Remember to say thanks to the nice person who uploaded it! It's apparently the first doubles single ever released. Cheers.

I bring fanart! + [Edit] Drabble

iyori — Wed, 18 Oct 2006 03:17:29 GMT

DuckSushi is my (very) new OTP and is EATING AWAY AT MY BRAIN AND REFUSES TO GO AWAY and i can't concentrate on the Seigaku+Hyotei doujinshi i'm supposed to be doing D:

So i had to let it out. Argh.

Very quick AAAAAAH GET OUT OF MY BRAIN doodle under the cut.

Now that i've got that out of my system (for the moment, at least) i hope you guys enjoy the doodle too, messy as it is :D

+ Wrote a little drabble yesterday, it's here if you're interested (though i warn you, i'm not a very good writer D:)

++ NOT COMPLETELY RELATED BUT THIS ENTRY HAS SOMEHOW BECAME THE PLACE FOR SPAMMING AND LONG THREADS 8D Current count: 73 comments booyah!

kishili — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 18:49:06 GMT

Hi ,

that's my first first post in this community ^^"

My friend wanted me to post some of my ducksushipictures especially the short comic which she found quite amusing.
But since I didn't want to post only this black/white drawing I'll add two picture with Shinya and/or Atsushi....you might see a face behind the Sushi...well...

Well, I'll stop the talking and go on with posting the pictures :x

;P

and to add some colored pictures...

I hate doing Yanagisawas hair >-<

The Sushi one is a little smaller ;(

I don't have a title though.

feuillu — Tue, 29 Aug 2006 21:03:15 GMT

Title: Untitled as yet (1/6ish)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shinya and Atsushi are in highschool, trying to figure out their respective love-lives.
Pairing(s): Shinya/OC(s), Atsushi/OC(s), pre-Ducksushi
Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters, and I didn't make any money from this. ^^

x-posted

"Atsushi! Check this out, da ne!" Shinya held the magazine out proudly at arm's length, half-rolling onto his side to face his friend. "Isn't she hot, da ne?"

Atsushi gave him a small smile and shook his head, chuckling to himself. He hardly glanced at the magazine. "Why do you even read that stuff? It's fake. You know it's fake."

Shinya laughed. "Read? Who reads porn, da ne?" He rolled back onto his back and held the magazine above his head, slowly flipping through the pages.

"Look at. You know what I meant." Atsushi was sitting at his desk, dutifully working on his homework. He wished the fact that he would rather do that than look at porn was something he could be proud of, but he wasn't always sure.

"Well duh." Shinya tapped the page he was looking at, as if for emphasis. "It's hot, da ne."

Atsushi rolled his eyes, even though Shinya couldn't see them. "What would Shinohara-san say?"

"That's why she doesn't know, da ne," Shinya sighed. "Honestly, Atsushi, you're such a prude sometimes, da ne." Shinya draped the magazine over his face in seeming exasperation.

"I am not a prude," Atsushi insisted, scowling lightly at his paper. "I just don't like porn."

"You never tell me about who you like, or who you think is hot, either, da ne," Shinya continued. "Or anything." He sat up and pouted petulantly at Atsushi, his magazine dropping into his lap. "Do you even jack off or anything, da ne?"

"You've asked me that before," Atsushi said flatly, though his face was going slightly pink. "And my answer hasn't changed."

"But I don't believe you, da ne!" Shinya protested. He sounded genuinely distressed about it.

"I think you think about this way too much," Atsushi chuckled softly, and rather humorlessly. "I promise I'm telling the truth." He bent his head lower towards his desk, getting redder. "Just because I'm not obvious about it... or loud."

Shinya's ears reddened. "I'm not that loud, da ne," he protested. "But I mean, what do you think about, da ne?"

Atsushi twisted around in his chair, giving Shinya an arch look. "Two-variable algebra," he answered. "I'm not telling you!"

He'd said it because it was what he was working on, but it also happened to be his worst subject, and he wished he hadn't. Just the thought of someone getting off on math, of all things, effectively killed any urges he might have had that night.

Shinya pouted at him again, and Atsushi turned back to his work, his face screwed up in frustration.

The truth was, Atsushi's fantasies ran less towards large breasts and soft, feminine curves, and more towards lithe muscles and hard, masculine angles. He'd known it for years, and personally, it was not an issue. That didn't mean, however, that it was the kind of thing he told people about. Especially not Shinya. While it made sense that that was the sort of thing he should tell his best friend, it just didn't matter, really (it wasn't like he'd ever had a boyfriend, or anything), and it would only make things awkward between them. There was also the fact that he had had a crush on Shinya for most of the previous year, which complicated things. He had largely gotten over it now, but it wasn't something that he was keen on sharing. It hadn't hurt him any to keep quiet thus far, and so he saw no reason to change things.

Shinya shrugged, looking slightly miffed, and went back to his magazine. "Whatever."

Shinya seemed to think that Atsushi would come around with enough prodding, and thus this scene was revisited many times, whenever Shinya had some new magazine with some new girl in some new pose he liked. Sometimes he would bring p real girls, from their school, and demand Atsushi's opinion of them. The girls he picked were usually good-looking, to be sure, and Atsushi told him that, but more often than not they were girls that he couldn't imagine dating even if he were straight. He usually neglected to mention that part.

Within a week, Shinya had broken up with his girlfriend. He never said why, but Atsushi assumed it was due to fickleness on one or both of their parts. In any case, this behavior increased, as the time Shinya used to take to talk about Shinohara-san, he could now use to bug Atsushi about getting a girlfriend himself.

One day Shinya came back to the dorm with yet another dirty magazine (Atsushi had long since stopped asking where he got them) and flopped onto his bed to look through it. Atsushi gave him a cursory glance when he came in, and then returned to his book, wondering how long it would be before Shinya interrupted him. He didn't have long to wait.

"Ne, ne, 'Tsushi, look at this, da ne!" Shinya sat up, holding the floppy open page up towards Atsushi's bunk. Atsushi took it, glancing idly at the glossy photograph, expecting it to be another clearly redone model with 'bedroom eyes.' It wasn't. He gaped.

"That's... that's a guy," he spluttered. It wasn't a particularly attractive guy, either, but Atsushi's brain hardly registered that, being too busy trying to figure out why there was a guy in Shinya's magazine. And why he had shown it to him.

"What gave it away, da ne?" Shinya joked. Atsushi boggled, flipping through the rest of the magazine. It was full of men.

"So you bought this for a laugh, or something, right?" he tried.

"No, I bought it 'cause the guy on the cover was hot, da ne."

Atsushi flipped to the cover. Well, he actually had to agree there. He leaned over the edge of the bed and handed the magazine back to Shinya, still highly perplexed.

"But you... like girls," he said. Shinya suddenly scowled.

"I like guys too. You can like both, you know." He grabbed the magazine and tossed it back on his bed, still glaring evenly at Atsushi. Atsushi suddenly felt like he had said something very, very wrong.

"It's called bisexuality," Shinya continued. "And it doesn't mean I'm confused, or I have to make up my mind."

"I didn't mean..." Atsushi faltered. "I mean, no, it's cool. It's just... you'd never mentioned it." He sounded like he'd been refuting a previous argument, and Atsushi had to wonder with whom. Suddenly whatever it was had passed, and Shinya was back to normal, smiling at him again.

"Aha, I guess it never came up, da ne!" he laughed. "I mean, I like girls more, da ne.... They've got boobs and all and they're squishy and nice, and.... Well lots of guys are jerks, you know, da ne?" (While it was true that some guys were jerks, Atsushi refrained from pointing out that Shinya was rather a jerk himself to most guys.) "There's still some really hot ones though, da ne."

He was smiling, so Atsushi smiled back, wishing he had that same kind of devil-may-care attitude. Even now, after Shinya's revelation, he couldn't bring himself to make a confession of his own. He wanted to, he really did, but he couldn't find words that didn't make him sound stupid or immature or fake. He kept silent.

Shinya went back to his magazine and Atsushi went back to his book, still trying to process what had just happened. Eventually he abandoned the book as a lost cause and went to shower instead, trying not to think, as he was washing himself, about Shinya in the next room, looking at erotic pictures of naked men.

It bothered him all through class the next day, whether or not he should tell Shinya about his own sexual preferences. He had basically made up his mind that he would tell him; the question now was just how to go about it. Any way he thought about it, it was awkward. He kept thinking how he'd come out to his parents, but that was so completely, utterly different. For one thing, Ryou had been there then, holding his hand. They'd been in it together and they'd only been twelve and it was their parents and.... Each time Atsushi thought about how he would pose his declaration, one uncomfortable suspicion kept bothering him. He sounded like he was fishing for a date. Sometimes coincidences were just coincidences, but it wasn't always easy to tell.

After worrying about it all morning, Atsushi was dismayed to find Shinya absent when he returned to their dorm that afternoon, thus giving him more time to stall and to agonize. He'd just wanted to get it over with already, and say something, so he could at least stop worrying about that. He tried to call Shinya on his cell phone, but not two seconds after he finished dialing, he heard a tinny melody from the direction of Shinya's desk. He hung up and scowled at it. What a fat lot of good it did over there.

He resigned himself to wait, fidgety, anxious, his stomach starting to hurt. Stupid Shinya, not being around when he needed him.

Shinya finally returned to the room a bit before six, face flushed and smelling of sweat.

"Hey 'Tsushi," he said cheerfully, tossing his things on the ground by his desk and tugging his shirt off over his head.

Atsushi smiled and bit his lip, wishing it were fifteen minutes from now so that he would have done with it and could move on. He didn't want to bring it up immediately, since it wasn't urgent and he didn't want to make it seem as if it was.

"Playing soccer?" he said instead, casually.

"Basketball," Shinya answered. "We won, da ne!"

"Great," Atsushi grinned, trying to hide his awkwardness. Shinya grinned back, completely un-awkward even despite partial nudity, and headed into the bathroom. He retuned a few minutes later, a towel draped around his neck, and began to put some of his school things away.

"Hey..." Atsushi started, deciding that if he waited much longer, he would vomit out of anxiety. "You remember what we were talking about last night?"

Shinya paused, turning to look up at Atsushi thoughtfully, clearly trying to remember. "Flavored condoms?" he said at length. Atsushi suddenly found himself much less anxious than appalled.

"No!" he said vehemently, making a face. "Why the hell would I bring those things up again?"

Shinya shrugged. "What then?"

Atsushi sighed. "You know.... About how you like guys... and stuff."

Shinya's expression grew slightly wary. "What about it?"

"Well.... Me too," Atsushi exhaled. "I mean, I do... well, I'm gay."

Shinya blinked at him for a second, and then grinned. "So that's why you never liked my porn," he said, with the air of someone for whom everything has just clicked.

"Er, no, I actually don't like porn," Atsushi corrected. Shinya blinked again, and Atsushi chuckled, most of his anxiety suddenly ebbing away. "Don't think about it too much. You'll hurt yourself."

too sexy for my duck

levy — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 17:00:30 GMT

Yo! Hi everyone ^^
I'd love to share some of my DuckSushi related art with the community
enjoy!!
keep it up!
CHiBa Que LINda Es CHiba!!

Shinya, Atsushi and Ryou in Chiba.

Shinya by itself.... but it's enough. °_°

Atsushi with the T-shirt Mizuki brought him from the trip he did to london with his family.
he seems very happy about the present

Atsushi, Shinya, some homesick, some sand and the sea...

[Fic] Always and Forever

feuillu — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 19:46:48 GMT

Hello again. :D

Title:Always and Forever
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): YanaKisa
Warnings: Smut, BDSM, Character Death. :O
Disclaimer: Not mine. :D

The last thing Atsushi remembered before falling asleep was that he was lying on his side, with one hand under his pillow, and Shinya's warm body pressed against his back. He loved falling asleep that way. He had been feeling under the weather all day— there was a bug going around— but curled up like this, he felt cozy, comfortable, and safe.

Cozy, comfortable, and safe were probably the opposite of what Atsushi felt when he woke up, mere hours later. He was lying on his back, his arms stretched over his head, head by something cold and metallic at his wrists. He tugged at them, but they didn't give. There were softer restraints at his ankles, some sort of fabric, spreading his feet apart. They were no less restricting.

"Wth… hell?" he mumbled, half angry and half nervous, and still groggy enough to be only half coherent.

His eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light, blue and flickering, coming from sconces mounted on the walls. An additional hint of panic crept into his mind; he wasn't sure where he was anymore. He was lying in his own bed, but this didn't look anything like his bedroom. He tried to phase out his panic with righteous anger.

"What the hell is this?" he growled, though he could see no one else in the room. He strained at his bonds again, craning his neck up to look at what held him. Blue flame glinted of silvery handcuffs, a pair connecting each wrist to a bedpost. As he watched, a shadow materialized from behind the bed, wrapping something across his face, forcing his mouth open to push it inside, pulling it tight behind his head and wrapping it to the front again to tie it. Atsushi gagged, working his jaw and pressing his tongue against the intruding fabric. It didn't yield. He tried to speak against the cloth, but his voice was muffled to incomprehensibility.

"Be quiet," ordered the shadowy figure behind him. It was trying to be darker, more menacing, but that was definitely Shinya's voice. Atsushi's eyes narrowed. What on earth did he think he was doing?

"Shinya, I'm going to kill you," Atsushi growled through his gag, hoping his message got across, though his words were muffled nonsense. Shinya came and stood by the foot of the bed, staring emotionlessly at Atsushi. Atsushi wriggled himself up to glare icily at him.

He was wearing something utterly ridiculous and made of leather, but for all it covered, he may as well have been naked. It covered the front of his shoulders, but not the top; his collarbone, but not his chest; his forearms, but not his upper arms; his hips, but not his groin. If he hadn't been so pissed off and confused, Atsushi would have laughed. And after he was done laughing, well… it might have been kind of hot.

"Don't move," Shinya snapped, in that strange, cold voice. "And don't glare at me." He grabbed at one of Atsushi's foot bindings, pulling it chafingly tight around his ankle. With a small smirk he reached around behind himself, towards a holster on his belt. Atsushi tensed as he watched him; there was what looked like a whip in the holster that he could see. Shinya didn't reach for that one.

All at once, Atsushi realized that Shinya had a knife in his hand. A knife. His insides twisted and froze, and for a long moment he forgot to breathe. The blade was slender and long, and eerily pretty, with the flames dancing along the polished metal and glinting off the edge. It looked sharp. Slowly Shinya brought it to his mouth and licked it.

Atsushi was sure that Shinya had lost his mind. He was going to kill him. They were going to find him the next day, artfully sliced up and still chained to this bed.

Slowly, maddeningly slowly, Shinya leaned forward, brandishing the knife at Atsushi. Atsushi could tell he was going to take his time: murders with a setup like this were never quick and painless. His breathing was heavy, despite the fact that he hardly dared breathe, and he was starting to sweat profusely. Shinya hooked the knife under the bottom button of Atsushi's pajama top and deftly popped it off, moving on to the next one, and the next, methodically cutting off each button in the same manner. When he had finished, he pushed the shirt aside, exposing Atsushi's chest to his unreadable gaze. He stroked Atsushi's cheek with the flat of the blade, leaning down to bite his lower lip. Atsushi groaned as he felt one of Shinya's fingers come up to circle his nipple in tantalizingly slow movements. He couldn't tell anymore whether this was an elaborate murder or an equally elaborate and sadistic sexual fantasy. Either way, Shinya was out of his mind.

Shinya straightened up then, running the back of the knife along Atsushi's chest. Atsushi shivered. Shinya's look of intense concentration was strangely attractive, and the way he was touching him— those slow, deliberate movements— had him pricking with arousal, spiked with adrenaline.

When the knife reached Atsushi's navel, Shinya deftly flipped it over, lightly nicking Atsushi's skin. Atsushi gasped, nearly gagging on the fabric in his mouth again. Shinya continued to skim the blade along Atsushi's stomach, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a thin white mark trailing from his navel to the top of his pants. Shinya nudged the elastic down a bit before lifting the knife and moving it lower, towards Atsushi's groin. Atsushi's eyes widened, and he tried to wriggle away. He couldn't decide whether Shinya was going to kill him, or just mutilate him a bit, but either way it was not going to be pleasant.

"I told you not to move." Atsushi fell obediently still, staring at Shinya with a mix of wide-eyed horror and (still, though he would rather have forgotten it) dangerous arousal.

There was a small hole in Atsushi's pajama pants, just at the seam. It had been there for months, getting slowly but steadily larger, but Atsushi could never be bothered to do anything about it, because they were only pajama pants, and it was only a tiny hole. Shinya hooked his knife into that hole and sliced upwards, neatly parting the front seam. The elastic waistband was tougher, but the knife was sharp, and he popped it off with a bit of effort, laying Atsushi's pants open as he had done his shirt, grinning wickedly to himself.

Atsushi flinched as Shinya poked the knife tip into his underwear, and grazed his skin. Delicately slicing the fabric open, Shinya leaned down to lick off the few drops of blood that had beaded there. Atsushi couldn't help but squirm. Shinya slid the cold metal flat of the blade against his cock, and he whimpered. Atsushi had always been of the mind that one should be able to tell the difference between murder and sex.

Laying the knife aside, Shinya climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Atsushi's spread legs. Crawling forward like a predatory cat, he leaned forward and put his lips to one of Atsushi's nipples, licked it, sucked it, bit it, hard, cupping his balls in one hand and stroking him with his thumb into full hardness. Atsushi moaned, his feet straining at their bonds as his tows curled in on themselves. His wrists were raw and bruised from chafing against the metal cuffs, but he still strained against them, flexing his twitching fingers.

His eyes were closed, but he opened them again as he felt Shinya sit up and pull away, reaching for something else at his belt. He pulled off a metal ring (which Atsushi had assumed to be part of the outfit) and slipped it over Atsushi's erection, sliding it down to the base and cinching it tight. Atsushi winced. It was cold, and it hurt. It was too tight. Shinya leered at him— a face that nearly froze his blood— lightly stroking the tip of his cock. Atsushi was almost ready to explode from the pressure already, and now he wouldn't even get relief from that; not until that ring was removed. Another stroke, and then Shinya climbed off the bed and was gone.

Now that Shinya had left and his knife was lying unmenacingly on the bed (he wished he could reach it and hide it), Atsushi could be angry again. He shouted muffled obscenities at the air, struggling against the ties that bound him. It did not good, but the yelling was cathartic.

After a while— Atsushi couldn't tell how long— Shinya returned, whip in hand.

"I heard you yelling." He uncoiled the whip and stretched it taut between his hands. "Were you yelling at me?"

Atsushi nodded defiantly.

Shinya took a few steps forward, paused, and then brought the whip down on Atsushi's bare chest. "Don't." Atsushi flinched, and Shinya looked wickedly satisfied. He went and knelt on the bed again, the whip in his right hand, ready to strike. He pulled something out of somewhere with his left hand, but from his angle, Atsushi couldn't see where from, or what it was. He could hear it buzzing though.

He found out what it was soon enough, when Shinya pushed it inside of him. It was slick and round and vibrating. He wanted to force it out, but Shinya held it in with his finger, pressing it up against his prostate. Atsushi whimpered: he was already throbbing painfully, he couldn't take much more stimulation. Suddenly Shinya cracked the whip on him again.

"Don't make noise," he commanded. Atsushi gave him a wounded glare. Another crack. "Don't look at me like that." Atsushi contorted his face into a cold, emotionless mask, and Shinya seemed satisfied. He climbed over Atsushi's hips to straddle his waist, taking hold of his own erection and beginning to stroke himself in front of Atsushi's face.

It was too much for Atsushi. Some combination of stimuli pushed him over the edge, and he came with a shuddering moan, on himself and on Shinya's back. Still his cock throbbed incessantly, circulation dammed by the ring at its base. He could only imagine that it would soon turn blue, like his feet were turning blue. Shinya whipped him again.

"Don't close your eyes."

Of course, in flinching from the pain, Atsushi closed his eyes again, and it became a vicious cycle. Shinya was whipping him now at the same pace he was stroking himself, and blood was leaking freely from red welts on Atsushi's chest.

Shinya grabbed Atsushi's chin at the last moment, to keep him from turning away as he came all over his face. Some got in Atsushi's nose, and he couldn't breathe. With a satisfied grin, Shinya set the whip aside and picked up the knife again, propping it under Atsushi's jaw. A few drops of blood beaded on his skin. Atsushi gulped.

"Have you ever been unfaithful to me?" Shinya demanded. Atsushi shook his head. As if he would say yes, even if he had.

"Good. Do you love me?"

Atsushi wanted to say no. Shinya was being such a hellish bastard to him, he almost did say no. But it wouldn't have been true. Despite all this, and despite the fact that Atsushi would not speak to him for days after this, unless to berate him (he had decided, after all, that this was only a twisted fantasy), it just wasn't true. He nodded slowly, a small trickle of blood running down the blade as the tip sunk deeper into his chin.

"Good," Shinya said again, leaning down to kiss Atsushi's gagged mouth. In one movement, he drew the blade across Atsushi's throat. "And you always will."

Hmm.... my first two fics for this comm have had Shinya doing Bad Things. >___> Maybe next time Atsushi will get to do a Bad Thing. Or maybe it will be fluff.

[fic] Reunion, Reintroduction

feuillu — Sun, 04 Jun 2006 23:18:10 GMT

Title:Reunion, Reintroduction
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My response to the 30_lemons prompt, "Anonymity," or "Taken By the Faceless Stranger." Atsushi's been away on a business trip.
Pairing(s): YanaKisa
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made, whatever. :D

"What are you doing home? I wasn't expecting you yet." The tone of Shinya's voice suggested that it was not an entirely unpleasant surprise. He turned away from his computer to lightly kiss his lover's cheek, shrugging backwards into the arms snaking around his shoulders.

"I wanted to see you, of course. I missed you."

"You're that desperate for me, that you'd change your flight plans and everything?" Shinya chuckled. Of course, he had been getting rather desperate himself; it had been nearly a week since he'd last seen the other. Business trips were hell. "I'm flattered, Atsushi." He drew the name out into something silky and enticing. Atsushi shivered a bit. "Or were you lying when you told me you wouldn't be home until Monday morning?"

"Your call," Atsushi said mysteriously, leaning forward to bite the top of Shinya's ear. Shinya shuddered as his hair brushed against his cheek. He'd been opposed, initially, when Atsushi had said he planned to grow it out again (and he'd been disgruntled to hear that Ryou was cutting his hair to match— weren't they a little old for that?), but he certainly wasn't complaining now.

"How bad do you want me?" Shinya continued his teasing. "Can we make it back to the bedroom, or should we just do it right here on the floor?"

"In the bedroom," Atsushi replied breathily. "I've been sleeping in hotel beds all week."

With an understanding nod, Shinya rose from his chair, turning to take the other by the shoulders and kiss him with a weeks worth of pent-up fervor, reaching up to twine his fingers into his hair. Half-supporting Atsushi as he practically melted into his arms, he steered him backwards down the hall and towards the bedroom, not breaking the kiss. He didn't ask where the luggage was. Luggage was inconsequential.

They finally broke apart when they reached the bedroom, Shinya pulling away as he pushed Atsushi gently to the mattress and turned to rifle through his nightstand for lubricant. The other man looked almost edible sprawled out on the bed that way: unmoving except for light panting, a few shirt buttons undone, his hair spread out around his head like a dark halo.

"I missed you a lot," he murmured, his eyes half-lidded and his expression dripping with lust. Shinya agreed with a grunt of barely concealed impatience. Peeling off his t-shirt and tossing it aside, he climbed on the bed with an almost predatory growl, wasting no time in undoing the rest of those buttons. His hand skimmed with practiced ease over the exposed planes of flesh, as he indulged in another hungry kiss. Atsushi moaned, curling his fingers behind Shinya's head to tangle them in his hair. He parted his lips to welcome the other's tongue, and shivered with delight and anticipation as Shinya unzipped his pants and slipped a hand inside.

"It's been a while," Shinya grinned, panting lightly as he pulled back the elastic band of Atsushi's underwear and began kneading him slowly with his palm. "Hasn't it? Atsushi."

"F— yes. Damn straight," Atsushi groaned, arching his back and wrapping his arms around Shinya's neck to pull him closer. "More," he demanded. "God, faster."

Shinya obediently increased the speed of his strokes, amused and incredibly aroused by the tone of his lover's voice. Before he could notice his smirk, though, and tell him off (Atsushi would do that), he lowered his head to his groin, lapping beaded precome from the tip of his cock before wrapping his lips around it and gently sucking. Atsushi gasped and writhed, stretching his legs up to hook his ankles behind Shinya's back, "Oh, please." Shinya was glad to keep up the treatment, curling his tongue around the length and taking it deeper into his mouth— an inch, two— sucking and massaging with his lips. Absently he squeezed a small glob of lubricant onto his fingers and, tugging Atsushi's underwear down his thighs, ran one finger in slow circles around his entrance. Atsushi let out a sharp gasp, which turned into a desperate mewl.

Atsushi did not warn him when he was almost on the edge, but Shinya could tell: his breathing grew increasingly shallow, and his moans and whimpers increased in pitch. He took a few slow breaths through his nose and prepared himself for it, catching Atsushi's release in his mouth as he came, and swallowing it all but for a little bit that dribbled down his chin. He penetrated, finally, with that teasing finger, seconds after Atsushi's orgasm, and he could practically sense his toes curl.

Shinya straightened up then, stretching out the crick in his back and licking his lips. He wasted no time filling Atsushi with a second finger, making pleased sounds in response to Atsushi's incoherent groans. Tugging his pants down with one hand and letting them drop to the floor, he slathered more of the lubricant on his cock, hissing at the sensation. Carefully, but with no slight impatience, he positioned himself against Atsushi's entrance and pushed in in one fluid movement, grunting in appreciation of the enveloping heat. Atsushi pressed his head back deep into the pillow, reaching between his legs to try and coax his recently spent erection back into life.

Shinya began his thrusts with a fairly regular rhythm, but it grew erratic as Atsushi's reactions grew erratic, forcing him towards a different beat, and not-quite-compromising halfway. He licked his lips and leaned down to press them against Atsushi's again, though with his panting and their rocking, they bumped noses more than once.

He came, hard, on a downward thrust into the other man, biting his lip to stifle a loud groan, feeling the hot liquid puddle around him, and watching it leak out as he removed his softening cock from Atsushi. Panting, he curled his arms around Atsushi's neck and all but collapsed, half lying on top of him, pressing a light kiss to the shell of his ear. Atsushi murmured contentedly.

After a few minutes he felt Atsushi stir restlessly beneath him, and Shinya rolled to the side, freeing his bedmate. Atsushi sat up, after a pause, and turned to swing his legs over the side of the bed. Pulling his shirt back on, he said, with a yawn, that he was going to go shower. Shinya nodded, and he lifted himself from the mattress with a creak.

"I knew, you know," Shinya murmured after the retreating figure. He paused, half-turning back toward the bed.

"You knew... what?"

"Ryou."

He coughed, turning away again from Shinya's level gaze. "How long did you know?"

"The whole time. Do you think I can't tell you apart?" Shinya laughed softly. "You're different in every way."

"But you didn't call me on it."

Shinya shrugged. "I won't tell if you won't."

Crossposted.

melpants — Mon, 22 May 2006 06:32:15 GMT

I finally scanned the SeiRu doujinshi I got~

Click here for more info!

crossposted all over your face

neynaoe — Thu, 09 Mar 2006 13:28:54 GMT

I'm not done yet!

PoT art dump includes DuckSushi ^^

cavechan — Wed, 08 Mar 2006 22:35:05 GMT

I come bearing various PoT-related fanarts in part of an art dump at my LJ:

http://cavechan.livejournal.com/134405.html

Some of the later pictures may not be work safe(because I can't help but draw boobs. >_>) This also includes giftart for ellelee ^.^ Includes Atobe, Hirakoba, DuckSushi...

Cross-posted to you_got_gay ^^

Yes the crack-photographer is BACK

neynaoe — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 13:14:54 GMT

be afraid, be VERY afraid!

Crack Yanagisawa (Photo)

neynaoe — Tue, 21 Feb 2006 14:09:31 GMT

I wonder if I should have made a few more with my sushi ruler *gets hit over the head by "normal" people*

owww

bought the poor thing in a 75 cent (Eurocent) store some weeks ago ^^*