-Pimps and Queens and Criminal queers.

memes. memes everywhere.

2010-06-19T07:51:09Z

because I can't sleep just yet-- those eggs i ate spoiled my stomach, and it's freezing in my room even thought my fan is about the size of my head. hence;

* Ask any of the characters I roleplay a question, and I'll reply in-character as them with an answer.
* Feel free to ask them ANYTHING, regardless of whether you know their canon or not.
* Feel free to also ask them as your own character. They will respond accordingly.

here they are in case you forget.

and uh...an update on life post will be coming shortly??? idk.

GOGO.

More icons, derp. KHR and Muhyo & Roji.

2010-04-04T00:51:26Z

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☆Credit is appreciated!
☆ No hot linking or stealin'~

Tsuna colored scans/icons

2010-03-05T11:02:34Z

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*Credit is appreciated!
and apologies for the scan preview fails. sob.

muhyo & roji icons!

2010-02-25T02:14:52Z

☆ ROJI: 14

☆ MUHYO & ROJI: 2
☆ SEVEN-FACED DOG: 6
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ijpyu @ 2010-01-02T22:37:00

2010-01-03T06:38:40Z

if I wrote an entry for each day of 2010

starting with now.

Okay so I lied.

---

I used to think that

if I planted rocks in the ground

mountains would grow.

ijpyu @ 2010-01-01T03:10:00

2010-01-01T11:10:54Z

I'd thought it'd be cool

if I wrote an entry for each day of 2010

starting with now.

updating icons way later and re-friending/friending/OVERHAUL on f-list.

new years resolution?

fucking pictures are EVERYWHERE. Must be more organized.

/o/ happy new years.

this is just a test.

2009-11-20T02:35:58Z

I REPEAT

THIS IS JUST A TEST.

Just as planned.

the snail tears away his twisted shell

2009-03-03T06:59:15Z

HUMMING ONE LIFE ISN'T ENOUGH ANYMORE.

I HAVE DENIED MYSELF THIS PLEASURE FOR TOO LONG.

YOU SPOILED HEATHENS.

I WANT AN IPOD.

....;_; uuu.

cut me up and slip me back in.

2009-02-23T21:06:15Z

c'mon, you gotta admit

I'm kind of a silly person.

my bones are made out of ivory

2009-01-17T09:10:18Z

ugh, c'mon, don't cry this time

you saw it coming-!

I mean, eventually, one wants to stay in their little busted shelter than go to a nice warm home!

...not, too sure what that says about you, but-

c'mon. it'll be fine. we'll be fine. I feel okay. You'll be okay.

I like this, what we have!

makes me feel like I have a chance of growing up, you know?

Chilidogs.

2009-01-08T02:47:22Z

FILL IT OUT <3

YOU
1. Name:
2. Date of birth:
3. Where you live:
4. What makes you happy:
5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to:
6. Do you read my journal?:
7. If yes, what makes it especially good or bad?:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. What do you love at the moment?:
10. Favourite place to spend time:
11. Favourite lyric:
12. The best time of the year:

RECOMMEND
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A band, a song, or album:

PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Look at my friends-list and tell what you like about one of our mutual friends:
4. Put this in your journal so that I can tell you what I like about you.

No U!

2009-01-03T18:04:21Z

Uwah, I am in a world of trouble.

Centuries.

...but on a lighter note, I think Tsuna would make the cutest hobo ever.

DON'T MAKE ME GO.

2008-12-30T22:41:46Z

I DUN' WANNA GO BACK TO SCHOOL ON THE 12TH. ;; DON'T MAKE ME.

...

...

Well. >>; N-nevermind. (bittersweet feeling, orz)

ijpyu @ 2008-12-09T23:34:00

2008-12-10T07:36:15Z

I

I miss feeling good.

Ugh.

fhglj;h

2008-12-08T19:53:00Z

DOUBLE SHOT CAPTAIN CRUNCH FROM STARBUCKS.

ASK FOR IT

IT IS THE BEST THING EVER.

EVAAAAAAAAR!!!!

UUuugh.

2008-12-07T21:21:54Z

This is what I get for sleeping in. x.x;; An achey body and a headache. ARGGH.

and, randomly,

I found writing yesterday while waiting for the trolley, written in black in and on a piece of cardboard. Being the slightly curious and dim-witted person that I am, I had to pick it up and read it.
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my live return by my soul
I will come back to my country

Indonesia. I hope in my experience here.
                   I can used at another job.

Reminded of soul.
In Indonesia.

Sucker. I say my experience here. Very hard. to learn to do many things. I do it. every think. fuck off. I don't want to come back again.
enough. I wanna be around the world. I am 24 years no experience. I am had too much.
I never had try to learn more.

I will go home. next month. I am coming home

see u San Diego.
----------------------------------------

-Anonymous.

a lot of those, lately.

2008-11-27T08:45:23Z

For my waifu. <3

"My man's

got a heart.

like a rock

cast in the

sea--"

Saliva was gathering at the back of his throat, bubbling up until he tugged back his lips and swallowed it down, this throat bobbing noisly
with the action. He was dozing against his will, the limbs of his body pulsing against his sore muscles, stretching his skin over the restraints. The ropes rattled behind him, like dizzying snakes, but the ones currently tied at his wrists and ankles (and hair, he thought) would not budge. Their prickly texture gave him an itch somewhere along his heel, but he was unable to scratch that particular area, so he let out a quiet groan and blinked behind his blindfold.

A light faded through the material, but he was still unable to see the room around him. He felt his pulse quicken as sounds begin to filter through, a tickle of tiny mouse paws on the floor, the rusting metal of the chair he was tied to, even the sound of his hurried breath against his teeth. He forced himself to remain calm, while his head began to sway with numbing terror. He shifted again within his holds and huffed out a curse, elbows bent awkwardly against his sides. He tried to lift his head, and felt the cool stream of the room's damp air against his neck, alerting him of the perspiration there. He grew a little more apprehensive when he felt his legs go numb in some places, and he tried to move again to get the blood flowing, but that too was restricted when he felt a pinch on his wrist.

It was like his body was molding. Growing soft and wet and sick. His heart was stuttering now, panicking against his ribcage, stirring fear into his chest like a thick smoke. He strained to hear anything other than the silence creeping all around him. Anything that might acknowledge life beyond the walls. Anything. Anything...

---pop!

He froze. His heart clenched painfully in shock. The sound echoed through his body, urging him to turn towards it. Again, there was the soft undertone of scattering on the floor, and another pop followed after that. At least, he thought it was the floor. Something clinked gently against a surface--wood, a table, maybe a wrist-watch-- and paused. His breathing grew louder, almost moist as he opened his mouth.

"...Hello?" He heard a short exhale of breath, followed by a string of restrained chuckles. Something cold dribbled down his ear, dipping to meet the lobe before soaking in his ruined suit. He licked his lips and jerked his chin again. The terror was crawling all over, grasping him, leeching him. "H-hey. Hello?"

"How long have you been awake?" A voice mused, stirred in honey, soothing like warmth. He was momentarily caught off-guard by another sound from across the room, but he forced himself to pay attention to the man, the person beside him.

"...Who are you?" He almost cried at the one comfort he felt at this moment. The sound of his own voice, as familiar as his flesh, his bones, the dirt beneath his fingernails. "Wh-what're you doin'?

"Me?" The voice perked a higher tone. "I'm doing my job. Are you doing your job?"

"My...job?" He choked out the last word. "What job? S-sucking cock for you bastards?" Maybe the blood had rushed to his head, or maybe he was scared as hell. Moisture dotted his upper lip, wetting his nostrils. He let out a sneeze, short and bursting through.

"Salud. It is a little cold in here," The voice rolled into a purr. "You caught a cold."

"G...go to hell."

The voice sighed. "Not quite. What's your name again-- Luis, Louis..."

"Juan!" The man gave a soft laugh. "I was really off. I have about two more Juans in this building, did you know that?"

He dragged his teeth over his lower lip. The small of his back was aching, growing hot and bruising. "N-no."

"Juan," The whisper nipped at his ear. "What a common name for you people. Let me guess, you're mother's name was Maria?"

"Fuck y--" He let out a twisting hiss, pain and heat spiking up his forearms. The sweat began to roll down his face in little rivers.

"Graciela." The beautiful word that almost choked him up. How dare this asshole use it in his mouth--

"She has a nice name. My apologies. Barragan. That's your last name," The voice whistled under his breath. "Father: Unknown. Assholes, am I right?"

He did not respond this time. He felt like he was being pulled deeper into the cave, his feet were sinking into the floor.

"So," There was a screech of metal on the floor, and the swift twitch of clothing. "You're here because you were laid-off, a week ago. You couldn't pay the rent or my men, so you left town. You stole a 12 pack of Bud Light and a lighter from a 7-11, then proceeded to head east into Fresno. You stopped at a hotel and bought crack off a couple of kids, then you were beaten, tied up, and brought here."

"....."

"You visited your cousin for money, but his girlfriend refused to hand it over. You stole gasoline from his car anyways."

".....What?"

"All these things, could have been avoided. All of it," The voice tsk'd. "If you just came to me. This wouldn't have happened."

"They were gonna kill me," He whispered to the person, a quiet sort of desperation in his voice. "They told me, my land lord was saying--"

"It doesn't matter," The voice hissed back. "Who says shit. You should have come to me."

"...." His clothes were damp. A stench began to waft near his nostrils.

"They would have told you. If they weren't so busy jacking off to useless things like this."

"I didn't know," His throat crumbled under the weight of his emotion. "No one told me. Don't--don't do anything, please."

Wetness seeped out of his nose, and he sniffled it up, feeling thoroughly humiliated. "D-don't, man."

"...You know," The voice hummed, but never finished. Another popping noise filled the room, and the smothering sound of licking lips attract his attention. Soft, crushing juices.

"I love cherries," Almost distant, this time. Another plump break of skin. More licking. "Not so much on ice cream. I like to eat them straight out of the box." His eyes tried to see through their bind. The faded, scratchy rag made his eyes water. He tried to pray the voice away from his treat by moving again, but he could only twitch and grunt, tugging at the robes and cursing in a tongue he thought he had forgotten. Ten minutes passed, and the voice was still engrossed in those damned cherries, while he was in desperate need to take a piss and just scream, or possibly cry. Half an hour turned into two hours, into three hours.

Three hours, he listened to the no voice, licking up the cherries and rolling seeds between his teeth. He let out a short shout of frustration, and his tired head slumped. "The fuck...! What're gonna do to me!? Just tell me!"

The voice, the skittering in the room, it all vanished. The sound of a chair grazing back was heard, and polished footsteps approached him. His heart throbbed in fear, in anxiety. He detected the sent of rosaries, a familiar growing scent he would catch when walking to church.

He jumped, flinching when he felt a round, plump cherry press against his lips.

"Let us," The voice returned, rich, filled with intent. "...talk of little...of the world's economy."

The fruit was pushed passed his lips, smooth on his tongue, firm in his bite as he sunk his teeth into the tender surface.

Life swelled in his mouth.

Moon doodles.

2008-11-27T02:49:42Z

I've decided to take my koumie drabbles out of the dusty chest I keep under my interwebs.

they'll look nicer(ish?) here x3

And my waifu loves them ./////.

6/01/07
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Koumyou is twenty-four. Twenty-four and counting.

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"Hey,"

Koumyou (but that is not his real name, oh no) turned around and raised his eyebrows at the young woman.

"Hello."

"Looking for a good time?" The woman was a fair brunette, with round smooth shoulders, large child-bearing hips and breasts that stretched her tiny tank top. She must've been cold because he could see her nipples through the thin material. Her forearms were dotted with black heads.

"A good time? Ah...well, I was thinking about retiring to my home. Just, for a drink..."

"A drink, eh?" The woman leaned in, her lips puckered childishly. "Why go home so early?"

Koumyou shrugged. He thought the woman might have been a little drunk herself. Her heel itched at the ground.

"Want me to do you something good?" She murmured. "You wanna take me out?"

"Out where?" Koumyou asked, and she giggled.

"You know...wanna take me home?"

"I don't know where you live."

"YOUR home," She pouted, raising a brow. "You from out of town?"

"No, no, but I suppose many people have been pouring into the city lately." He smiled, and she smiled back, captivated by the soft lift of his lips.

"C'mon then...I'll treat you to something nice." Her voice dipped into honey.

"A drink?"

"Even better..." She leaned in, earrings winking in the dim light. "You wanna bj?" She whispered.

....Bj?

"Ah..." His brows furrowed. "I don't believe I've had one of those before."

"It's nice. I'll treat you real good." She giggled again. "Or I can always do the ol' swirl and dip."

"Is that a drink too?"

"No, it's a type of bj."

"Is a Bj a drink?"

"..........."

---A few moments later--

"Okay," The woman sighed, placing her hands on her hips.

"I wanna suck your dick."

Koumyou blinked.

"....Erm. May I ask why?"

"Because that's what I do! And I ain't got any money."

"Oh!" Koumyou laughed, good heartedly. "Well, you see....I'm broke too."

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Goudai licked his chapped lips, glancing at the streetlight as he watched Koumyou approach.

"Find a map? Anyone with directions?"

Koumyou sighed, and Goudai blinked and leaned in reeeeeal close.

"...That a slap mark on your face?"

1/28/0-------

Priest Tensan Sanzo was a sight to behold. His stretched skin, ever flawless over the almost gleaming crown of his skull. The black snake-tail of hair, that whipped at his neck furiously whenever he walked, or stalked. The narrowed eyes that slanted over his vision, giving him an almost feline appearance when thoughtful. His robes that strapped towards his small body, the draped Maten sutra that adorned his shoulders. And the curved pointed ears that stretched out of that head, a symbol and a testament to his youkai blood. What he lacked in height he made up for in brutality, and one would often find him scowling at an uncertain change in wind, or the slightly opened shoji that brought in the spotless streaks of light.

Koumyou Sanzo could not see this.

As an aging teen brought under Tensan's care, Koumyou's quiet nature was to be watched. The serene sway in his steps perplexed Tensan to no end, but it was not to be taken lightly. When Tensan would speak, Koumyou would follow. When Tensan cursed, Koumyou prepared himself for any blame to be brought. He would be the model student, if it meant leaving this place soon.

But that would not be the case. Tensan narrowed his eyes, when nothing was to be judged. He would punish, when there was no need to be punished. Koumyou could not find it in himself to question the youkai priest, but he would rise to the dispassion, whenever it may be.

"Tensan-sama," It would take years for Tensan to remember this voice, now. "Why do you do the things you do? Why are you angry?"

Tensan's head wretched up, as if the boy were speaking from a far distance, but Koumyou knelt before him, only a few feet away.

"Why? Such questions, coming from you. You have served me well. But that is not what a Sanzo Priest does. You know this, hmm?"

"You are suppose to be teaching me. Training me." Koumyou's knuckles slid over his knees. "I don't understand."

"Teaching. That is what a ordinary Sanzo priest does. But, as you can see, I am not an ordinary Sanzo priest. I am above. Excelled. You could not understand this," There was a satisfied croak in his tone. "I was wondering, when you would bring this up. It has been months now."

"Several," Koumyou agreed, head still lowered.

"Yes. I was beginning to think that you liked being controlled. Or are you still bitter? To whom? Me?"

Koumyou's lips tightened. "Tensan-sama, I could not..."

"Idiot child!" Tensan was suddenly inches away, billowing, thundering; a storm behind the wooden door. "You are a human. You would know. Do you hate me?"

"Tensan-sama. Priest Tensan."

"Well? Fool!"

"No, I do not." Koumyou had not felt fear in years. Not until this moment.

"Hmph. Stand up."

Koumyou's body paused, but his mind hurried to follow the order. Slowly, he stood, now towering above his youkai master. Tensan took one step back, his expression stoic.

"Do you hate me?"

The teen hesitated. "Tensan-sama...?"

"You will be a Priest. You will equal to me. Surpass me. But you must free yourself. Release yourself. Hold nothing."

Koumyou was silent.

"Now I ask, one more time. Do you hate me?"

"No, Tensan-sama."

Koumyou didn't know what happened next. He felt nothing at that moment- no slap of pain or pulse of fear. But he didn't know what it was. He did not know what had just happened.

Then, he fell to his knees, palms on the ground. He stared wide-eyed as the bound in his hair slipped to the dirt, coiling slowly in silk. His mane unraveled slowly, veiling his shoulders and his face. He could heard small footsteps passing him, sated and content. As Tensan prepared to enter his room, his ears picked up the soft whisper, scattered somewhere in the afternoon breeze.

"I hate you."

And Tensan snorted, pleased for the first time in centuries.

1/6/08

When he goes outside, unfit and barely dressed, the first thing he notices is the chill of the air around his body, seeping into his robes. The clouds are spread apart, melting together slowly in the cool color of gray that has formed overnight. Everything seems brighter now. The rocks, the wood beneath his sandals, his own two hands. Everything is bright and quiet.

Koumyou Sanzo recalls a morning like this, many years ago. He was inside a small cheap inn, standing by the open window.

"Oh," He said, in a voice he can no longer remember. "Look, it might snow today. It's so cold." And then, he remembers someone beside him, with dark black hair.

"Mmhm." Both breasts pressed against his shoulder, the woman sighed. "Close the window. Snowy days always depress me."

"I wonder why that is."

Koumyou never did find out. She left earlier that afternoon, with his money, his belt, and his shoes.

He didn't mind. He didn't like that pair anyways. Walking across town bare-footed was a bit of a hassle, though.

"Ah! Koumyou-sama! Please, come inside. It's snowing."

When did that student sneak up behind him? And...when did it start snowing? Koumyou glanced up, and spotted the first few speckles of white falling over him. The chill in the air had vanished. All that was left was the cool breath of winter approaching once more.

One day, Tensan Sanzo said, 'Fast.'

And Koumyou did.

5/27/08

Day 1.

Koumyou sleeps in, and is woken by the sound of his own stomach. It grumbles and growls through lecture. It is murmuring with air and gas in the afternoon, and Koumyou drinks tea to quiet the beast down. When it stops snarling, he is content and takes a two-hour nap.

Day 2.

When Koumyou wakes up on the second day, he feels nothing. He goes through his duties like a ghost; quiet and wistful. He laughs with a few stumbling students, and feels as if he could take a nice walk through the forest. He almost does, until he realizes there are scriptures to be sorted through.

Day 3.

Koumyou stays in his room for the morning. He is reading, and writing, and speaking quietly to himself, and thumbing through books and scrolls and anything, anything to take his mind off the steaming smell of food that lingers at his door, like a tempting woman with her dress drawn upwards. The matsuri will last until dawn.

Day 4.

On the fourth day, Koumyou sneezes, and his whole body trembles with the intent of a heart-attack. When a student finds him on the floor, the boy says he will get help. Koumyou says, 'No.' and listens to the birds singing outside his window.

Day 5.

On the fifth day, Koumyou does not want to leave his bed. He gives out a quiet, melancholy sigh. He is empty. Everything inside of him is empty. The day is like a year twisted into sunsets and sunrises. For the first time in a long time, Koumyou wishes he were in love.

Day 6.

Koumyou sits outside, watching students work and tease and prove their worth. He stands up and walks into the garden. One curious student follows him, and is forever engrossed by the sight of the priest holding a pebble to his mouth, as if he was going to eat it.

Day 7.

On the seventh day, Koumyou is too weak to rise from his bed. He jokingly admits that he never liked waking up early, especially on warm days. After a small while, Koumyou no longer speaks, because he is too busy trying to sleep. The chaos in his stomach distracts him from doing so.

Day 8.

Koumyou stops drinking tea. He says it is a hassle to wake up in the middle of the night with the overwhelming urge to piss, without the strength to lift himself from the bed.

Day 9.

Koumyou's voice is much quieter. He sounds like he is straining to keep his bones from crushing his body. He says he feels like a sad animal. He drifts off to sleep in the afternoon, and does not wake.

Day 10.

Tensan Sanzo visits the Temple. He pushes his way past several students and rolls his way into Koumyou's room. Anxious disciples wait outside and hear nothing for the next five hours. When the shoji snaps open, Tensan is walking out in a flurry of robes. Koumyou follows behind him and greets every single weepy face in the room. After that, he turns to one student, and kindly asks for a cup of tea.

1/10/08

"Goudai, what is paradise to you?" A calm, visiting wind.

"Paradise?" The low hum of a mountain.

"Mmhm. What's it like, you think."

"Hn," Goudai lifted two heavy fingers to scratch thoughtfully at his chin. "Paradise. What am I suppose to say?" He glanced at the man beside him, who lied comfortably upon the cool wood, his fair head rested above his arms.

"I think it has to do with Nirvana. People who go there. The ultimate knowledge?"

Goudai gave a bear's snort. "Paradise. To me, it's a cool, summer afternoon like this one here. But, instead of you lying there, it's a beautiful girl in a two peice bikini. With D-cups."

Koumyou's tummy arched as he laughed. "Paradise would have you between her legs, then. Hm?"

"That would be it." And they both laughed, tickled by sake, freed by the tumbling winds that fell over the valley for that sunny afternoon.

1/4/08

____________________ The appearance of Mushi are often unpredictable, unexplained, and unnoticeable. They come and go as they please, whether they are seeking shelter or seeking other Mushi to interact with. Together in colonies, Mushi have been known to cause extraordinary phenomenons, as well as miracles, and calamities. Simple Mushi are often mistaken for ghosts, illusions, and demonic presences..... ______________

"Has anyone else been informed of this?"

"Only you and Senosuke-kun."

"The west garden, you say?"

"Yes, we saw it there."

"Alright. I will try and find the meaning of this.Where is Priest Sanzo?"

"I would imagine in his room, sir. It is nearly midnight."

"Yes, I'm sure. It is dark, this corner here....! What are you all doing!?"

The crowd of students faltered, like a swarm tumbled by wind. They all turned, watching as the Head Priest stomped his way towards them. "All of you! Back to your rooms!"

"But, Jurochi-sama! We want to know what it is too!" One student shouted. They all began to murmur, mindlessly, their young eyes drawn downward. Head Priest Juriochi tightened his lips together. Beyond the crowd, he saw it there, and he'd be damned if this thing threatened to take away the respect and authority of his title...!

"Enough! All of you, at once. Return to your beds. This matter will be handled soon--

"It's moving again!" Another student shrieked, and they all jerked back in a heavy motion of bodies and limbs. Some cried out, while others stared at the being as if it were already killing them. Jurochi's patience spent, he shoved the weaklings aside and made his way through the disciples with his jaw set and his eyes hardened. The boys watched as the Head Priest moved himself forward, toward the soft sprinkling light that had caught their attention from the very begining.

As Jurochi inspected the "creature", he found it was not a living thing at all. Well...it certainly didn't react, as he had expected.

It was perched above the highest limb of a tree. A simple blob of light that rested over the arm of the wooden surface, quiet and content. It seemed to be dripping, but every drop of light that threatened to fall simply floated away and vanished. It wasn't just a color of white, it was also blue, and purple, and violet, and white again. As constant as the tree itself, the light's attractive colors had no begining and no end. It was almost delightful.

"When we first saw it," Someone said, behind Jurochi. "it looked like it was...breathing. But now it does nothing but sit there."

"Head Priest, what is it? Is it of our world?"

"Of course not!" Jurochi spat, shoulder jerked. "What, this thing! It mocks us! Sitting here, as if it is not a crime! You are in my home! You insult me! You, and the grace of our Priest! Koumyou Sanzo!"

The blob made no acknowledgment of hearing. Or understanding, at that. Jurochi's lips pressed together again. "I see. You must be a youkai, then, of some kind. A trickster. The result of a wish gone wrong."

The students behind him inhaled and exhaled quietly. "We must be rid of it."

Jurochi then made a grand show of pulling back his sleeves. "I, Head Priest Jurochi, will see the end of this. I give you this last warning, beast. Be gone."

The blob bubbled silently, blue to red, pink to orange.

"Stand back," Jurochi growled, pressing both index fingers tightly against each other. "Now, you will!"

"Koumyou-sama!!"

The crowd broke through their stares and turned as they spotted the old priest approaching. Jurochi turned, withered eyes widening. "Ka...! Koumyou-sama! Please, stay back! This beast is unpredictable!"

"You mean," A voice said, in Koumyou's direction. "This, Mushi."

And the horror-strucken students watched as a man appeared behind Koumyou, sliding beside him. He appeared to be in his early twenties, with white hair and green eyes. Koumyou, pleasantly serene, glanced upwards. "Oh! Look at the colors!"

"Koumyou-sama...?"

"'Scuse me," The man inched his way through the others, brows furrowed. "Yes, thank you. Please. It is not a demon."
"Then?" Jurochi huffed, face pinched in anger. "Then, what is it!?"

The white-haired man smiled. "It's a mushi. Simply trying to keep cool in the shade of this impressive tree."

"A moo..."

The man then pulled a syringe from his pocket, and twirled the glass between his fingers. "Mushi. Little beings. Cute, sometimes." He whistled low, a high pitched sound that made Jurochi curl away from him. The blob rippled violently for a moment, shaking the limb of the tree as it did. Then, it was still, and it poured away from it's perch, swimming inside the very tip of the syringe.

The cylinder glowed now. Blue to green. Pink to white. "This particular Mushi likes to rest on trees. Sometimes, when they gather, it looks like the limb is burning. Some call it God's cigarette."

"Jurochi-sama," Koumyou said, suddenly at his side. Jurochi could not find it in himself to be startled. "This is Ginko. He is a Mushishi."

"Mushi.....shi..."

"Yeah," Ginko turned to Koumyou, grinning. "Is he always like this?"

"Not often..."

"Jurochi-sama? Are you alright..??"

He was. We were.

The tree and the Mountain.

Goudai hated dirt.

He hated squatting in it, laying in it, eating on it, sleeping on it, making little drawings and circles in it, shitting in it, walking on it, dragging in it, and a lot of other shit he was supposed to do in it.

Dirt is the horizon. The temporary ground in which you will live and strive on. That's what he said.

Fucking dirt.

It got in his nails and it sunk into his skin, creating little brown blotches underneath his ankles and on his toes. Sometimes it was really dry and sometimes it was nearly as soft as sand. Either way, he had come to hate it. So when Goudai trained or was forced to stand outside, he tried to stay away from dirt as much as possible.

'Course sometimes that's not always possible, but he wasn't going to be living on fucking dirt for the remainder of his life. So he grew.

He made himself grow, in mind and thought, where he could think higher than hills and think about things that never concerned dirt. And as he aged life itself began to carve him. Add on him. Strike him. Soothe him. Hardened him.

He became like a mountain. A tall, strong mountain. Hailed, and tall, and broad, and wise, even when cracked and burned. A strong mountain.

And dirt never bothered him again.

---6/8/07

_______________________

Koumyou Sanzo once heard of a philosophy that became a religion that became a rebellion that became something he must have forgot.

He didn't know what it was called but he remembered the ideal of it all and the teachings it preached while he was staying at that small sunburnt village.

We are the whole of everything. We are intelligence, and life, and death, and rebirth, and new birth, and sacrifice, and faith and we are all of it. The whole of everything is inside us. We have war inside us. Peace is inside us. Anger and love is inside us. It is together like wind and water. There are no boundaries, and no right and wrong. We are right and wrong. We are law and freedom and guilt and hate and wisdom. We are the books of knowledge- all of us. We read ourselves, page by page, until we are done with the book that is ourselves. Is it our great God who learns. It is He who does not teach, but is taught. It is He who learns but does not know. We are his knowledge and his purpose. He reads us, like a library filled with books, and we are all his. Everything of everything and nothing of everything is in us. We read ourselves, until we are spent, and there is nothing more to know or read. But our God reads every day, every year and there will never be a book short for him to read because humans, we, are born everyday. Our God is great and red, with blue solid eyes. He is the empty universe, and we must fill it with our everything.

The war is inside you. Everything is inside you.

And after reading the soft, crumpled scroll in his hands, he placed it to his side and stood into the quiet night, inhaling deeply and letting the moist air enter his peace and his war.

I HAVE CAPTURED NATURE.

2008-11-20T01:31:31Z

IN IT'S TRUE ESSENCE. BEHOLD.

Day at the beach? Awesome.

People in San Diego are really laid back.

ijpyu @ 2008-11-12T12:06:00

2008-11-12T20:08:12Z

Stole from rhosyn_du !

If you saw ME in a police car, what would you think I'd been arrested for?

It's good to be home(ish)

2008-11-10T19:32:25Z

Wee!! Home cooked dinner~! Real chicken~!! FOOD!

...randomly, I lost count on how many times I've watched this. <3

drip drip drop little (november) showers

2008-11-04T17:16:12Z

It's raining~!

It's pouring~!

The old man is--ACHOO!

...

*sniff* ;;

ijpyu @ 2008-10-30T21:52:00

2008-10-31T04:55:16Z

Guh, feeling sorta sad-ish kinda? I'll make an egg in a basket to make myself feel better. XD;

Also, this helped. BEST FUCKIN' PIC THIS WEEK.

Thank you, Kenren :3 Even if you probably stole it from 4chan.

snorthonk

2008-10-27T02:49:26Z

HA!

ijpyu @ 2008-10-25T23:06:00

2008-10-26T06:07:56Z

there are no stars

here in

san diego.