Mindless Outrage

Private RP II (Cut&Paste)

kyoudai_nee — Fri, 21 May 2010 21:19:04 GMT

Command and Love Her
Part II
Elsa x Mikoto

Elsa was a little surprised at the results, she definitely reacted right.. The girls small actions that indicated she wanted more didn't go unnoticed as she continued to massage the sensitive area. Although for a moment she was apprehensive of the tail, it wasn't stopping her form continuing and so she simply pushed on, pressing the fingers in so the underwear dipped in a little. The soft cries and mewls, each one pressed down on Elsa inside, making her anticipate every following sound until she felt the warmth at her fingers.

Wet already..? Though it was also intriguing that again she displayed a similarity to humans.. This continued to get curiouser and curiouser.. Elsa needed to see just how similar the girl really was.. She trailed her fingers up to the hem of the panties, nails first guiding their way under the material, her middle and ring fingers once again finding their place over the slit but as they slid along it they sunk between the flesh, diving in softly.

It was time to show her there was more to it than just this.. The larger fingers slid in deeper.. Further.. Until the second set of knuckles vanished within Mikoto. The motion was slow, even as she drew them back out but pushed them back in, only this time that little bit quicker, repeating it over and over, slowly getting quicker, even daring to try and push in a little further.

If she enjoyed the first parts.. She was bound to love this, and the end result.. Even as Elsa subjected the girl to pleasure, she herself could feel the trickle of warmth in her own panties.. Part of her cursed her for letting it go this far, but the rest.. It was numb to the denial, simply anticipating more as Elsa parted her lips softly, staring down at Mikoto, taking in the look on her face as she continued.

Private RP (Cut&Paste)

kyoudai_nee — Fri, 21 May 2010 09:02:31 GMT

Command and Love Her
Elsa x Mikoto

As Elsa grabbed the base of her tail, Mikoto let out a strange half yelp, half mewl cry. She could feel the heat rise back up onto her face. It was strange, what she felt then. An awkward mixture of pain and . . . pleasure? No one had dared touched her tail before. Her brothers knew why. So did the Queen of Alexandria. But not little Mikoto. Feeling it now, touched by someone else’s hand . . . She closed her eyes in embarrassment. Something she’s been feeling a lot lately, yet, when she opened them back up she was glaring, nearly failing at that, in the direction of her teacher. ”D – don’t t – touch me t – t – there.” She managed to stutter helplessly. Just what right did she have to do something like that? More importantly, just why was she making her feel this way and how?

Just as suddenly, the hand at the base of her tail was gone. She stood back up again, dusting herself of as if nothing had happened, although she was still glaring, this time much more strongly, at Elsa. ”What did you do to me?” She demanded to know. ”Was that some sort of spell?” She stared at Elsa more curiously now, cautiously almost. ”You do not give off the feel of a Gaian.” She frowned.

This session had definitely been an odd one already.. Mikoto was an unusual candidate as it stood, definitely not like any normal girl. Things had gone rather normally until she'd told Mikoto to disrobe, relaying the importance of it because she needed to fit her students correctly for their first piloting uniforms.

The idea of normality would warp in and out of her mind constantly whens he would realize that in spite of their normal social graces comparative to humans, these people in this strange dimension were anything but normal, even this girl.. Hell the tail was proof.

One shock had been that the girl wore no bra so she was already a little.. Confused.. But didn't question it, maybe it was normal wherever she was from.. She could admit that having to handle carefully around the young body was the last thing she expected.. As she knelt down to measure the girls rump she'd gently grasped the tail. What shocked even herself was how soft it was, at least it felt niece between her fingers and without noticing she'd stroked it as she measured, resulting in this reaction..

It was cute.. Seeing this girl so embarrassed, but then she realized with the reaction, perhaps that was a sensitive spot.. Of course..! It was only natural, even the animals on earth often had sensitive tails..
Her stuttering for Elsa to stop built an odd lump in Elsa's throat, but what was she thinking..? For a moment.. She almost wanted to experiment to see just how sensitive it was... She reasoned that perhaps it was just to make sure it wouldn't be a problem..

The woman cleared her throat suddenly, "Sorry, I didn't realize it was so sensitive.. Where I'm from, no-one has a tai-" Elsa froze, looking at the rather angered face of Mikoto and frowned shaking her head, "Sacre bleu! no!" Elsa responded quickly, a little shocked at the accusation, "Je ne sais quoi! It was no spell! I simply touched it.. I do not have any magic." Elsa replied though again shook her head, "Mon dieu.. I imagine I do not, I am not from any place called Gaia, it is called Earth.."

The woman motioned for the girl to lay upon the table again, she was using it to measure the relaxed state of a body the wearer's would be sitting down more than moving around when piloting so she had to get the sizes perfect for comfort and movement if they ever did have to perform more rigorous activity, "S'il vous plaît, sit, let me continue..?" She asked gently, smiling to the girl, trying not to let her eyes wander, but her mind was allowed to explore the possibilities, however she berated herself.. What was she thinking..?! None of that..

She frowned, and turned the other way. ”Then how were able to do such things . . . ?” She thought aloud, as she stroked her chin. Her mind was wracking all the possibilities, although she never even thought of the most obvious one. Just how sensitive her own body was. She flicked her tail away from the woman, taking one glance at it before letting it be.

Then, it sunk in. ”You do not have any magic?” She said as if it was the strangest thing in the world, even other Genomes, the soulless ones had a power. Although it was to absorb the souls of Terrans. Perhaps she was a “normal” gaian then. One with no magic ability. Sometimes, those types were more . . . intimidating than those with magic, something Mikoto found strangely ironic. It clearly showed when Zidane introduced her to his other “family.” ”Oh, I misspoke. People of my brother’s planet are whom I call Gaians. Most of them are humans.” She blinked as she heard the word “Earth.” The only things she had heard of the place were in books. She had never once expected to meet an earthian . . . was that even the right term to use? Earthwoman?

”Hm? Oh, um . . . please do?” She did as she was told and went to the table. Looking at the measuring tape she knew that it would probably be better for her if she relaxed. Perhaps then, this would be over quickly. It’s not that she minded being naked. Standing around this way was cold and even little Genomes can get sick. She didn’t notice the pilot’s eyes wonder across her body as she pulled herself over and on to the table. If she had noticed, she would have thought it was part of the procedure. Something completely natural. She looked up at Elsa innocently, ”Should I lay down? Or . . . What kind of position should I be in?

"That is correct, my world has no magic, not real magic to speak of." Elsa replied, motioning for the girl to lay down again, "We are limited to what we can do for ourselves, with technology and machines, that is why I pilot the wanzer, that is what you are signing up for, no?" She asked this though as a rhetorical question, but her eyes passed over the tail again, wondering about it again, fingers stretching the tap measure down the length of the girl's leg, "Magic is a make belief thing in our world, it exists in imagination and story only, or in the games of children and cinema." Elsa added before then softly running the tape measure along Mikoto's foot, having marked down the measurements for her size on a sheet of paper, first the leg length from hip to thigh, then knee to ankle as well as getting the circumference of the various locations.

"So in conclusion, no.. I used no magic on you, I do not know if in this world I am capable or not, it is all very different, but I am certain that I did no purposeful spell if any at all." Elsa finished with the foot after measuring the breadth of the bridge as-well as the toes. The anatomy of this girl wasn't like a human exactly, there were proportional differences but it all still made balanced sense.. And her reaction before.. It was certainly human.. Again the curiosity got the better of her as she looked at the girl, "Mikoto..? Yes? I am a.. Little concerned that perhaps your tail might simply be sensitive, which in turn makes me worry that it might affect your performance as a pilot.."

She felt a strong thumping in her own chest as she reached for the base of the tail again,
"I promise not to hurt you.. Trust me," She added grasping it gently under her fingers and rubbing it again, "Does it hurt you at all?" She asked softly at the same time, placing her other hand on Mikoto's back to keep her steady.. What was she doing..? It was definitely just concern.. Right..? But the sound Mikoto made earlier was so clear in Elsa's mind that she almost couldn't wait to hear it again..

”No magic, but . . . Some books say differently.” She frowned as she did as she was told. The ‘books’ she had read were those on ghosts and other things of the like. Whether they are true or not . . . she would not have known. After all, she had never been to Earth before. ”Ah, the Alexandrians and those from Lindblum have been working on the same thing with their airships. Without the “mist,” as they call it, to help them they’ve had to rely on wind, earth, and steel.” She nodded, but explained somewhat hesitantly. ”W – well it’s merely because I cannot use my . . . abilities yet. I’m much too young, I believe.” She looked away, embarrassed to say such things. It was her handicap. To not be able to accomplish feats just as great as her older siblings. Sure, she might have aged just a little, but that did not change her situation. Days spent in front of the lab computer were how she spent most of the time she had living in Terra.

”Imagination and story?” She stared at her blankly. Of course, she had heard these things before, but it still was amazing to hear aloud. ”You mean ‘dreams’?” She said, as she felt sort of strange as she felt the tape touch her skin. It would be an entirely new experience to try to fly. She wondered if she could do it.

”Perhaps you may be. I am sure that plenty others here know magic, very powerful magics, I can assure you. It would be best to pick up one or two if you can.” She thought back to the Tantalus. ”Or, I would assume that you are excellent at what you do. Perhaps you should stick with that instead if magic is not your thing. Although I’m not sure just how safe it would be . . .” The warning may be just random parts of her thinking. Elsa was free to take it as she wished. She blinked when the silver haired spoke again, sitting back up again. ”Yes? My tail? Sensitive?” She frowned.

”I – I see. I’m sorry to have wasted your time then.” Just as Mikoto was about to get off when Elsa grabbed it, and almost instantly she froze up. She stared at Elsa wondering just what she was doing, but her expression was contorted. It wasn’t a look of pain at all, but quite the opposite. She couldn’t understand just what she was feeling now. What was this woman doing to her? The heat rose back up onto her cheeks. ”I . . . F – fine.” She gulped and nodded, closing her eyes. Even her own voice sounded strange, unnatural. Soft and defenseless. Feeling herself fall forward unintentionally, she landed on Elsa’s chest. She could feel it rise in her throat. A mewl. Just like a cat strangely enough. She closed her eyes even tighter, embarrassed. Why must this school make her feel that way? She struggled to keep her wits from the not-pain. ”N – no. I – it . . . “ She couldn’t find the words to describe how she felt.

"Oh, mon dieu..!" Elsa stated as the girl collapsed against her, she caught Mikoto, but kept her hand in place as she began to realize truly what it was doing.. If it wasn't painful then this reaction.. It was one of pleasure.. An extra sensitive spot, almost like certain cats would.. It was so cute.. and made the seemingly tough girl so.. Cute.. Almost helpless looking as she continued to rub the spot gently, pressing her fingers against the pace softly.

At the same time she couldn't help but feel a slight ache.. lower than her belly.. Down there.. Such a strange desire.. And the same warmth emanating from the girl came to Elsa's face.. Goodness..! What was she doing?! This girl wasn't even the age she looked! Elsa knew this..! Was her body really ready for something like this? Expressing such a weakness for pleasure? But even that wasn't the issue..

Elsa.. What are you doing..?? She thought to herself as she embraced Mikoto a little closer, leaning her head down a bit sot hat a spray of gold and silver would hang forth above the girl, "Mikoto.. I.. I believe it's called pleasure.. It is something your body enjoys, and in turn you enjoy.." She explained softly, "Mon cherie.. I could show you more things your body would enjoy.." She started suddenly even as her mind tried to reason against such things, yet.. Looking at this beautiful little creature in her arms.. She wanted to be the one to show her these things.. These wonderful feelings she could have..

Without warning she lifted Mikoto and planted her on the table again but raised a knee onto it, her other hand supporting her own weight as the first remained on the tail, her right leg resting in the space between' Mikoto's knees as Elsa leaned over the smaller body, "Would you like to find out more..?"

The not-pain feeling was radiating throughout the poor Genome’s body. She couldn’t even figure out why or even what was causing her to feel this way. Her mind wouldn’t even work anymore. It was as if Elsa’s touches were actually, slowly, switching her mind off and focusing all of it toward this not – pain. ”N – ngh.” Her body felt warm although she was bare as the day she was created. Normally, she would have stopped this. She would have questioned just what they were doing. She would try to rationalize all that was. That Mikoto wasn't here any longer though.

Instead, she had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was . . . she wasn’t entirely opposed to it. In fact, if Elsa had stopped, no doubt she would hear the Genome whine, perhaps even beg her to continue. Something that might surprise the two of them greatly. Her arms instinctively wrapped around the pilot, as she squirmed and mewled like a newborn kitten.

”Pleasure . . . ?” She repeated, although she didn’t fully comprehend the situation. Her mind was still completely focused on the not-pain. The . . . pleasure, as Elsa called it. ”Show me . . . ?” Her mind was still not getting the fact across. It might have even sounded like an invitation to the silver haired to continue on with their . . . odd situation.

Mikoto was faintly aware that she was carried back onto the table again. The cold steel of the table touched her skin, and she shivered lightly at that, causing even more warmth down there. Whatever was causing her to feel like such, she wasn’t about to let it go so easily. She didn’t even have to think about it. ”More . . .”

Elsa smiled when the girl didn't deny her.. So she wanted more.. Oh her mind had given up, as much as Mikoto was enjoying the pleasure of the touch, so was Elsa as she resigned to this dark desire.. She'd begun.. It was too late to turn back now.. Else let go of the girl suddenly, checking the closed curtains.. No way to peep in.. Then she went to the door, locking it.

Although she felt rushed, she was thorough, the doorway was solid. She'd asked for a counseling room so that it would be sound proof, hiding the conversations and sounds of those within, possible shouting and arguing would go by barely noticed at all.. If Mikoto were to react at all like a human.. then there would be noises they needed to drown out..

Elsa stepped out of her sandals, shrugging her shoulders to drop the work shirt she wore over her camisole and tossed it aside, looking about at the room, the table in the center was good for now, but they could move to the seats or the couch too, even the floor would be good..

Again she planted herself on the table with Mikoto, but leaning down closer as she seemed to reach down between the girls legs as if to approach her tail once again, "Relax.. Mon cherie.." but no, she did not go for the tail this time, instead she slowed her hand to a stop over Mikoto's panties, then pressing her middle and ring fingers down at the very bottom and began to run them up along the silky texture, smoothly brushing her fingers along the shape beneath, repeating the motion gently as she stared down at Mikoto, catching her reactions, ignoring the dangling silver dogtags that hung between them, "Relax and I will introduce you to the world of pleasure.." That was it.. She was committed to the course.. If this girl was not exhausted by the end of this she would be sorely disappointed.. And simply continue until she was..

Deprived of that warmth, Mikoto slowly snapped back to her senses. She sat back up rubbing her head slightly, trying to turn back to normal. Still, she wanted more of that . . . strange feeling. It was addicting. She looked at Elsa curiously as the older woman made sure that what she was going to do – what they were going to do, would be in private. That little naive part of her though that this was just all according to how things were supposed to be when inspecting one’s body. After all, there was this thing called “modesty.” But, she couldn’t care less about any and all of that stuff right now. Right now she wanted . . . She wanted. . . . something. Her. The silver haired. Her teacher. Elsa. She wanted the pilot to give her attention now. So, she did what most somewhat obedient children did, she pouted from where she was. Her eyes seemed as though she was silently begging for attention.

She watched as finally the silver hair had decided to approach her. The little Genome watched her curiously as she partially disrobed. She wondered just why she was doing that. What was the woman doing to her? She still had no idea. All she knew was that she . . . wanted this.

Elsa distracted her once again. She didn’t even realize that the woman was pushing her onto her back and on the table. Her tail, though, escaped under her appearing as though she literally had her tail between her legs. She was lucky not to have it sat on or “kneed” on by Elsa as she crawled over her.

Mikoto had her eyes on Elsa’s eyes the entire time. She didn’t dare look away, but she could sense the woman’s hand reaching below once again. Her eyes widened slightly as she felt those fingers touch that particular area. She arched up trying to get more stimulation as she closed her eyes tightly. This was embarrassing. It was strange. This was something she would have never thought would happen. Her hands quickly rose up to cover her face as she noticed how Elsa was staring at her. It was even more curious that how she stared. She . . . wasn’t quite sure if she liked it or not. How do you expect me to relax like this?! She wanted to scream that aloud, but she couldn’t. Her voice caught. Only stray mewls came from her.

Her tail wrapped around Elsa’s hand, as if encouraging the woman to further satisfy her desires. She felt strange. Wet. Embarrassing. Truly, utterly, embarrassing. Did she just wet herself? It couldn’t be. She did not . . .

She could feel her cheeks grow warmer from the touches. Her breathing became irregular; she wasn’t used to such . . . stimulation.

kyoudai_nee — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 09:21:53 GMT

11 Reasons General theme: 11 Reasons the Twins liked Her
Fandom: Digimon/original
Character/s or Pairing: Fate/Kiley/Artemis
Prompt: #o4. anxiety / apprehension
Title: Bites
Rating: Teen
Warnings/Disclaimers: I don’t own digimon.

Fate and Artemis were so alike. They shared the same looks, at times, the same voice. But that was all that they shared. Their personalities was something like that of the sun and the moon. A playful, crude tomboy was almost like a perfect fold to the cautious, somewhat old-fashioned, gentleman.

At times she had to wonder whether each twin was actually a side personality of the other, or they had times where they swapped to see what life was like as the other. She had to admit, it might explain why Fate was so eccentric at times . . .

"Lady Flynn?"

"Ah?"

There was only one person who addressed her as "Lady" rather than simply her first name, and that was the male twin. Of course she would be able to recognize his sweet voice. . . right? Artemis(?) stood before her, looking at her curiously. "You've haven't spoken in quite a while . . . are you sure you are alright?"

"I was just thinking . . . "

"Hm . . . ?"

"You are actually Fate, aren't you?"

His(?) eyes widened in shock, not expecting this sort of question. Kiley looked at them expectantly, waiting for an answer. A slow smile formed before the silver haired's lips. A light chuckle. "Princess." So I was right. Kiley thought, unsure whether or not to be proud or disappointed. "That was the first time anyone had ever guessed it right. How did you know?"

Kiley smiled back and was about to answer, but Artemis came into the room. "Lady Flynn. There you are, I hope Fate hasn't done anything to serious to you. I came as soon as I noticed several of my clothes were missing."

Fate looked at him oh - so - innocently. "Your things are my things . . . right?"

Artemis sighed. "There are some things we can't share, Fate."

"Mhm. And I'm one of them." She joked, smiling honestly.

Artemis smiled just the same.

It was then that even Kiley had a hard time knowing who was who. When they smiled like this, all bets were off.

Bites

kyoudai_nee — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 13:47:06 GMT

11 Reasons General theme: 11 Reasons the Twins liked Her
Fandom: Digimon/original
Character/s or Pairing: Nightingale Twins / Kiley Flynn
Prompt: #o1. Neck / Collarbone
Title: Bites
Rating: Teen
Warnings/Disclaimers: I don’t own digimon.

"Oh, Fate! This is where you were. I've been looking for you!" Kiley said as she ran up to the silver haired tomboy.

"Have you now?" She replied easily. "I didn't know you liked the both of us. Then again, we could have the same tastes. You are that pretty you know."

The red head rolled her eyes, ignoring Fate's last comments. "Yes. You're worrying him again."

"But I haven't done anything this time." Fate frowned.

Kiley sighed. "That's the problem, Fate. Now, come on." She said, holding a hand out to the silver haired.

Tentatively, the crossdresser took her hand, but she didn't walk just yet. She tapped her chin for a moment, spotting a mark on her neck, nearly hidden by her hair. Instantly recognizing what it was, she couldn't help but to frown slightly. But the frown was quickly turned upside down when Kiley turned back around, about to question her once more.

"Fay-"

"Do you need a bandage, Princess?" Fate asked with a sly smirk.

"W - what?" The red head looked at her somewhat confused.

Invading her personal space once as she always did, Fate whispered in her ear. "We wouldn't want anyone seeing that lovely little love bite, do we? Or shall I tell my brother to nibble elsewhere?"

Chuckling as the princess blushed, Fate wondered briefly what it would be like if she had given her that mark.

Can you say . . . Addict?

kyoudai_nee — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 13:27:42 GMT

11 Reasons the Twins liked Her
Fandom: digimon
Characters: Fate / Kiley / Artemis

~~#o1. Neck / collarbone~~

#o2. mouth / lips / tongue / sense of taste

#o3. kinky / mischievous

~~#o4. anxiety / apprehension~~

#o5. movie / play

#o6. room / location / place

#o7. Prudence

#o8. lust

#o9. smile / smirk / grin

#1o. grope / hold / grip

11. snuggle / cuddle

Of Pollux and Castor Chapter One; Revised; Incomplete

kyoudai_nee — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 12:43:36 GMT

Of Pollux and Castor
Chapter one: Revised.

A/N: Just in case I loose it again. =/

“Navis . . .” The princess said hesitantly, as if afraid to speak. “Promise never to let me go?”

The lavender haired knight sat up quickly. A hand curled above their heart. Sweat trickled down their brow. They couldn’t understand why they had that strange dream again, that there was something strange going about the princess. Something that they couldn’t quite explain. It was an uncomfortable feeling . . .

Looking out the window, there were already a few stray beams of light flickering through the curtains. It was dawn, so it would have been best if they had gotten ready anyhow.

Roommates

kyoudai_nee — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 11:55:52 GMT

Title: Roommates
Pairing/Character: Hikari x Sora
Theme: #o15 – Loud
Word Count: 230
Rating: T
Warnings: Shoujo – ai/Yuri ; Hints of shouen - ai/ yaoi
Disclaimer: I don't own the character's, just the drabble.

"Are you kidding me?!"

A yell was heard across the apartment. Taichi, who had been peacefully munching on a slice of bread, quickly covered his eyes as two very naked women came out into the hallway. He mumbled to himself. "Do they always have to do this every time they do it?"

He sighed in relief as the door shut once more and he heard the two take their separate ways. One to the bathroom the other to their room. He slowly let his hands fall to the table, fearing that they weren't done fighting just yet. Sure, many might think that it would be a guy's dream to see two hot, naked women fight in front of them, but not when one of them was his younger sister and the other was his best girl friend/roommate/sister's lover who had the potential of smacking him unconscious until next year.

Taichi finished eating with a sigh and gathered his things. “I’m leaving!” He said to no one in particular, before closing the door and heading off to school. Faintly, he heard to angry mutterings saying something along the lines of ‘good riddance’ figuring it was the other who had left. As soon as he was far enough, he flipped open his cell phone and dialed the first number that came to mind.

“How long until we have our own place, Yamato?”

I don't mind

kyoudai_nee — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 11:50:45 GMT

Title: I don't mind
Author/Artist: Kyoudai_nee
Fandom: Kannazuki no Miko
Claim: Chikane/Himeko
Theme Set: #o3
Prompt #: #o1 - I don't mind
Rating: T

I don't really remember when it all started. Quickly drafting off a viable lie to sneak away from her, to bring some distance between us. No. That's a lie, isn't it? It was when he came into the picture, wasn't it? When I stopped hiding away in the Rose Garden. Several times I've caught myself looking in that direction. The place where we first met.

"Himeko . . . "

I couldn't believe my luck, bumping into her at this time. Without him hovering over her.

"Chi - Chikane-chan!"

I stiffened slightly, feeling those arms wrap around me.

"I'm sorry, Souma's taking all my free time."

"I don't mind."

"Ah! I know, maybe we should spend some time together this weekend? Just the two of us? Um . . . If you're not too busy, of course. . ." Himeko said the last part so shyly, I had to chuckle. She looked up at me with a playful grin.

"It's alright, Himeko. Really. It's only natural to spend so much time with your boyfriend."

For a split second, I could have swore that she frowned. Perhaps my imagination is getting the better of me. Himeko blushed, looking away. "W - well. . . I . . . I don't want you to think I was pushing you away."

But wasn't I letting it happen?

A/N: Hn . . . Not anywhere near decent in my opinion, yet I felt something needed to be added in here. > w>;;

fanfic50

kyoudai_nee — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 10:59:33 GMT

001.	Temptation	002.	Addiction	003.	Greed	004.	Faith	005.	Delusional
006.	Innocence	007.	Stained	008.	Procrastinate	009.	Dirty	010.	Lie
011.	Forgive	012.	Lose	013.	Want	014.	Bury	015.	Choke
016.	Burn	017.	Change	018.	Regret	019.	Slip	020.	Smirk
021.	Fragile	022.	Secret	023.	Past	024.	Fantasy	025.	Enough
026.	Dream	027.	Waste	028.	Hope	029.	Note	030.	Hug
031.	Passion	032.	Hold	033.	Right	034.	Wrong	035.	Strong
036.	Wind	037.	Paranoid	038.	Moment	039.	Song	040.	Touch
041.	Shake	042.	Psychic	043.	Spirit	044.	Magick	045.	God
046.	Ghost	047.	Belong	048.	Tear(s)	049.	Drown	050.	Writers' Choice

kyoudai_nee — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 09:59:36 GMT

A/N: Ahahaha. I think all the “sins” are crazy. In an oddly adorable way. XD;

Title: Enter Mana Strife
Characters: Loweemon/Mana
LJ Challenge: 20_fics
Theme: oo3 – “Do you expect me to believe that?”
Word Count: 233
Rating: T
Warnings:
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Just this drabble style story, human characters & digimon personalities.

Given the choice, Loweemon had would never choose to become human once again. Weak. Pathetic. Completely self loathing. He – or more correctly “she” when referring to her human form – didn't want to return to that sort of life again. This form gave him power she never had, even when he was back in the human world. The leader of that infamous mafia, back in Italy, where she was completely reliant on those morons she called “assistants.”

Standing in front of coffin, the ten year old watched as her parents were lowered – one by one – into their final resting place. She sneaked a look at the people around her – of whom were looking at her with disgust – and found not one ally among them. Not even from the nanny holding her hand. Her ash brown hair whipped around her, becoming entangled in knots, only then the nanny took notice of her, fixing her hair trying to shield her young charge from the steel that was about to go flying seconds later.

If only mother and father had not passed away...

The thought lingered in his mind just barely, until he felt the glass piercing his armored hand. “Ah...” He spoke calmly as she watched the crimson flow from the wound.

“So even digimon bleed?” The child of wrath thought aloud with a sickening grin.

A/N: Did I confuse you with the pronouns? Yes, I know digimon are supposed to not have a gender, so it wouldn't have really mattered if I left it all “she.” But I really wanted to differentiate between the two sides to this loopy coin. And yes, if they really did have genders, Loweemon would still be a guy. Not a girl.

kyoudai_nee — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 09:58:28 GMT

Title: Enter Kaname Moto
Characters: Cye, Bearmon, Kaname, and Gaomon
LJ Challenge: nospeakingrule
Theme: o2. – shocked
Word Count: 145
Rating: K
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Just this drabble style story, human characters & digimon personalities.

Fire. Born to this world through fire, Kaname looked to his partner, gripping his digivice tightly in his left hand. Gaomon looked at him worriedly, wondering if the flames had harmed him in some way. Noticing that he was being watched as well, he slackened his grip.

“I just need to release some of this energy.”

He told him, scanning the area to find some thing to burn. Quite literally.

Aiming at the crimson sky, the flames grew into a beautiful display of fireworks.

Two passersby stopped and watched the silver haired teen exhaust his energy manipulating the dancing flames. Only Gaomon noticed them, just barely, making sure that his partner wasn't over exerting his energy again. Even though they were rapt with amazement, a single thought whispered in the back of their minds.

Just how is he able to do that?

kyoudai_nee — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 09:57:21 GMT

A/N: Feeling a bit nostalgic from an old drawing Crys drew of our rp Digimon: Sins and Virtues, back two or three years ago, I decided to make a drabble fic about all our characters! And to add a bit more to this challenge, each “chapter” will relate back to a lj challenge. ^^:; (And, yes, I'm a bit obsessed with them at the moment)

As the story continues, the names of the characters will probably change or be revealed.

Ah... The first few drabbles will probably be only introductions. To themselves and to, well, you, the readers.

First up~ The Duo of Envy.

Title: Enter Kiyori Datte
Characters: Key and Loweemon
LJ Challenge: nospeakingrule
Theme: o1. – Confused
Word Count: 111
Rating: K
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Just this drabble style story, human characters & digimon personalities.

Imagine, to her surprise, the person who knocked Loweemon off their tree was a simple child. A young teenage girl who was, of all things, blind. Yet, she possessed some powers greater than normal understanding. An after effect of the transportation to this world? Or a hidden ability she possessed from birth? The violet haired girl denied the former, claiming she had the ability long before she came to this world.

Her parents shirked away from her. Fearing her. Loathing her with every ounce of being they could. The girl's naturally, crimson red eyes seemed to pierce into their souls with just a glance, even if they saw nothing. Her blank stares looked more like sinister glares to them.

“So, you are a sin as well?”

A simple nod.

“I'm Kiyori Datte, or just "Kei” if you wish. Child of Envy.”

Loweemon took Key's hand in theirs and shook it, forming the beginning of their odd alliance.

A/N: And so it begins~!

kyoudai_nee — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 02:17:43 GMT

001.	“You’re mine.”	002.	“Really?”	003.	“Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.”	004.	“Please don’t cry.”	005.	“Stop distracting me.”
006.	“I hear you.”	007.	“That doesn’t make sense.”	008.	“When hell freezes over.”	009.	“I think I may be stuck.”	010.	“Loony bin is that way.”
011.	“Do you expect me to believe that?”	012.	“I should have told you this sooner but ___”	013.	“I can’t stand you sometimes.”	014.	“I trust you like I trust no one else.”	015.	“You suck!”
016.	“My place is your place.”	017.	“I need you.”	018.	“Congratulations.”	019.	“That’s completely insane!”	020.	Writer’s Choice

kyoudai_nee — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 23:17:33 GMT

Set 2: Emotions

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#o1: Confused	#o2: Shocked	#o3: Hurt	#o4: Angry	#o5: Vengeful
#o6: Love-Struck	#o7: Realization	#o8: Ecstatic	#o9: Depressed	#1o: Flustered

kyoudai_nee — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 00:17:54 GMT

7_lies
Author: kyoudai_nee
Fandom:
Claim:

1. I don't mind.

2. I do.

3. I'm sorry.

4. It's for the best.

5. I understand

6. It's true!

7. I'm not suspisious

Progress: 0/10

10 Orders

kyoudai_nee — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 23:36:30 GMT

10_orders Prompts

1. Smile for me.

2. Don't cry.

3. Shut up.

4. Leave me alone.

5. Never give up.

6. Tell me the truth.

7. Go to hell.

8. Take off your clothes.

9. Fall in love with me.

10. Give me another chance.

11. Make it possible.

12. Never believe me.

13. Don't lie to me.

14. Hate me.

15. Do as I say.

Icons~!

kyoudai_nee — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 09:31:30 GMT

Well~ I tried making Icons again, and I don't think they're that bad this time. Hopefully. >_<; Feel free to take any of them, if you think they're good enough. But make sure you credit me when you do. Please don't edit them and save images to your own server if you wanna snag 'em. I'll make one of those resource/cite posts soon...


Balto
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Digimon Adventure
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Digimon Hurricane Touchdown
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kyoudai_nee — Mon, 11 May 2009 09:47:25 GMT

Child Abuse

'"Sigh, it's another case, Detective." One police officer said. "There's been an uprise of them lately."

"I know what you mean. My daughter warned me about him too." He shook his head wearily. "I should have believed her."

A pair of men pulled a stretcher from inside the house. The familiar white cloth cloaked over him caused the Detective the shake his head once more. The little boy underneath was one just as old a his own child.

"The boy's father drank a little too much as well." The police officer said, seeing the disgusted look that the Detective gave.

He pulled off his hat. "At least he put up a good fight." He smiled wearily.

It must have been something the man said that made a chill go down his spine. Like thick syrup, the boy felt trapped within the man's clutches. Squirming away was his only thing he could do to keep the blond at a distance.

"Gotcha." The man grinned as his hand gripped tightly around the boy's leg.

The boy shuddered again as he looked around, panicking as he searched for someone or something to help him get away. The floors were barren though, with cold, hard tiles that reminded him of a hospital with their creamy white color.

"I'm not going to kill you," The man said. His free hand was beginning to unbuckle his belt.

The boy squirmed even more, not caring if he hurt the man or not. He just needed to get away. And he got him. On the nose.

The man swore and grabbed the boy's leg once more. His other hand held the belt tightly and he gritted his teeth. "You little snot nosed brat! I was going to let you off easy tonight, but not anymore..." The man grumbled.

Of Pollux and Castor Omake #2

kyoudai_nee — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 08:03:45 GMT

Of Pollux and Castor
Omake II

Princess Seraph wasn't really sure what to think of the prince. He was nothing that she had ever thought of. The scribes had often described them as a peaceful type of people (when not waging war). But, since she had never been at a time of peace, her views on the people of Pollux were crude and rather disturbing for a young lady, such as herself, to learn. People sold as slaves and such other atrocities as this. It was a common occurrence in her nation, not that she knew of it of course. The (poor) girl was sheltered to fact she knew not what was out in the world by her own experiences, but by the tell all tales of others, as well as books in her needing-to-be-updated library. Navis might have told her little or none of it, always finding a way to swirve around the question.

"Princess, are you alright?" Her guard asked her, placing a gentle hand over her shoulder.

Princess Seraph blinked, returning back to the present before turning to Navis. "I'm fine. I just..."

Navis gave a short nod and took a seat beside the princess. "It must be difficult for anyone." She said softly, watching the prince practice his swordsmanship down below.

"I can handle it, honest!" Princess Seraph protested.

Then, she heard some odd strange sound coming from Navis... Was that laughter? She was laughing at her?! "Hey!" She yelled, blushing wildly. "Navis!"

And just as abruptly as it began, it stopped. "Ah... I'm sorry, Your Highness." Navis apologized quietly.

Seraph sighed, feeling a bit guilty. With a single word she could command Navis to do anything she willed, except to stop protecting her. And Navis would do it, regardless if she would like to do it or not. Sure, she would give her opinion on things, but it wasn't the same. She wanted to relief her guard of this hold she had over her, but it would break the promise Navis made on her blade the day she was knighted. Sometimes, she wondered how Navis would have been if they had been equals. "Navis, do you have any regrets?"

"No, never. I am content with my life. Guarding you." Navis replied simply, making the girl blush.

"Never?"

"Never."

A moment of awkward silence passed between the two. Neither knew what to say next. Navis decided to break the silence. She decided to practice her 'small talk' as the princess called it. "I was passing by the halls the other day and I heard the most ridiculous thing I've honestly ever heard."

"Really?" Seraph asked curiously. She was a bit surprised that Navis was the one to break the ice. "What is it?"

"The maids thought that Your Highness and I are secret lovers." Navis blurted out with a bright red blush. She quickly turned the other way, completely embarrassed to say it aloud.

"...I see." The princess said a bit detached, which perked the Navis' attention. She crawled into Navis' lap, slowly invading all that was of Navis' personal space.

"...Milady?" Navis asked confused. The blush that colored her cheeks only grew brighter.

"...And if it were true?" Seraph asked her.

"I..."

For once the knight was out of retorts. Seraph grinned at her first victory over the knight before stealing a kiss so light, that Navis probably didn't feel it. And she didn't, completely intoxicated with the scent of the princess.

Mine

kyoudai_nee — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 09:20:29 GMT

Title: Mine
Rating: R
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Seraph x Navis
Table: Crimes
Prompt: Rape
Word Count: 1196
Warnings: femslash, (sortof) bondage
Claimer: Um, yeah, I own this and the characters and where they come from, okay?
A/N: These OCs are from my story in fictionpress. I haven't been able to actually write out past the first chapter there, though. >.<;;

She shivered as she looked up, her eyes gently falling. The drugs in that drink was effecting her badly. And, of course, her knight in shining armor was there in plain view, watching her filled with concern. It was the knight who had slipped her the drink in the first place, knowing full well that it was drugged. Rather, she slipped it it. But, not to harm her, (oh heavens no!), she would rather kill herself than let that happen. She hadn't been able to sleep for the past few days, at least not very well. Her knight was just helping her in the best way she could.

"Milady?" Her knight stood up quickly, right by her side when she had tried to stand. "Princess Seraph!" The knight cried out catching the princess before she fell out of bed. She did not seem to notice the smirk the princess had.

"Navi~ Please... Let me..." Was was all the knight heard before she was pushed onto the bed.

Navi looked up at her princess, clearly alarmed. She had not expected the princess to use the power of puppetry against her. The strings tied around her body gave the illusion that the Princess was stronger than her. Normally, she would ask the princess to get rid of them, but she couldn't now. The princess was clearly drunk under the drugs. It had been her fault after all. And struggling wouldn't help. The strings were rather sharp, and anyone of them could cut her if needed. "Milady... Princess Seraph... Listen to me... Please let me go... You need rest... You aren't feeling well... I-" Whatever Navis had to say was cut off by soft, yet rough, kiss. Navis' eyes widened in surprise as she realized who, exactly, was kissing her... And those hands that were reaching for her garb. Princess, please wake up!

"Ah... Wraps? Really, Navi, you could have just asked me for something more tasteful if you didn't have any. Or were you embarrassed?" The princess teased, pulling away from the kiss as she looked at the irritating piece of clothing that was blocking her goal. "I hope you don't mind me snipping it off. Besides, I'll lend you something much more sexier." She said huskily as she used one of the strings to wrap around the wraps and cut them off. "Mmm... Much better."

Navis shivered as she felt the princess' breath on one of her most private areas. "Princess... Please... Let me go. You aren't in the right mind. This-"

"Oh, shut up, Navis. You're mine, remember? You swore on your sword (of which you value over your life) that you would follow anything and everything I say. That your body and soul are mine. This is no exception, my dear knight." She said as her kisses went from Navis' neck southward. "These rather small mounds of yours, you call breasts, are mine and mine alone. Along with the rest of your body. Of which, I will now officially make mine."

"What are you-" Navis moaned softly as Princess Seraph took one of her breasts in her mouth, toying with it with her tongue. She scolded herself for enjoying it. Her mind screamed at her, telling her how wrong this whole thing is.

"See. You're enjoying this." She said before switching to the other one.

"No. Don't. Please." Navis protested, the strings cutting into her arms and legs, letting blood spill onto Seraph's bed. She could feel the princess' hands toying with the last few bits of clothing she had on. Princess Seraph was slowly untying them. Now she understood what the princess was going to do. "Please."

"Don't move." Seraph hissed. "You're only hurting yourself." She told her as she grew tired of slowly unraveling her prize. It would be difficult to use the strings here. Instead, she pulled out the ruby encrusted dagger she had tucked away, tied to her leg under her dress. "Ah... Now here we go."

"Princess!" Navis protested, feeling Seraph cut out the last piece of clothing she had.

The princess only smirked, coming back up only to kiss the knight on the lips as her fingers headed south, playfully tugging on the unshaved hairs. "You'll enjoy this. I know I will." She said, before making her kisses much rougher than before in an effort to distract Navis, as her fingers played with her knight's most private spot. "You're mine." She said with such aggressiveness that surprised Navis to the point that she was left completely defenceless to whatever Princess Seraph wanted to do.

Navis blushed at all the noises she made so shamelessly. The often stoic knight was now butter under the princess' delicate and knowledgeable fingers. She knew every thing about her now, inside and out. Every spot that burned with bittersweet desire. No, she didn't want this. Her body though... It refused to say no. It refused to stop arching to meet the princess' efforts.

When the sun came up again, the princess moaned tiredly. She wondered who's warmth she was hugging so tightly. Why the first thing she looked at was bare. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw her most trusted knight naked, tied up by her hand and held in such a shameful way. "Milady, you've wakened." The knight said, neutrally. It was such a cold thing to hear from her. What had she done? She looked at the blood that stained her sheets as Navis looked the other way, a slight red tint on her cheeks. The memories of the night before came into her mind, causing her to blush as well.

"Navis..." She reached out to touch her knight, but stopped when she notice her flinch. "I-"

"Princess... Please, release me." Navis said quietly.

"I understand." And as if they had never been there, the threads vanished.

Navis sat up slowly, and Seraph noted all the scars she had given her. "Excuse my... nakedness. Shall I get dress, My Princess?" She asked.

"Um... Yes. Please."

Having spent nights in Seraph's room before (to watch over her) she had a few spare clothing in the princess' room. She quickly took them and dressed before her. "Milady, please get dressed as well... Your wedding date with Prince Raquel is to be scheduled today."

Seraph gripped onto the sheets of the bed. Navis was hurting, and it was because of her. "Navis... About last night..."

"I slipped some sleeping herbs the prince recommended into your drink last night. As far as I'm concerned, we're even." Navis said as she finished buttoning the official coat of the Royal Guardians.

Seraph stared at her, wanting to scream, yell, even slap her for saying something like that. But, she couldn't. Even if it was to help her, poisoning the princess was against the law. The knight knew that well, but it was as the princess had said last night. Her body and soul was just part of Seraph's property. If she was to loose it this way, in order to punish her for her crime, then it would be fine with her. It was just the way Navis was. Obedient to every word the princess spoke.

Of Pollux and Castor

kyoudai_nee — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 08:30:32 GMT

Of Pollux and Castor

By Kyoudai_Nee

The lavender haired knight rose from their bed, looking out the window. It was still dawn outside, meaning that it was time to rise and get prepared. They, two of the Royal Guards and the princess, were going to leave for Liore tonight. The knight's things were already packed in a small sack by the bed. All the knight's belongings were in it so it was easy to say that they did not have much. Their clothing and armor were by their bed, ready for them to change in. In one swift and graceful move, the knight got up and out of bed, drawing the curtains to a close to change. They were expecting the knight at the novice grounds to train several new recruits until night. The knight couldn't help but smile, as they saw themselves in the mirror. It wasn't that the knight was narcissistic at all. It was quite the opposite. The knight just loathed mirrors. The uniform of a Royal Guard made her look so much like a man and had gotten herself in many confusion situations. Plus, since she had joined the military as soon as she was able, no one has ever seen her dress, or even as a girl before. It's not like she hated that; it was just interesting to see what they had thought of her as a man. And, to be completely honest, it is hard to develop when you're always under confining armor or wrappings. So here she was a little over eighteen now and hardly anyone recognizes her as a girl. Maybe except her family and the royal family.

Navis exited her room and headed down to the ground floor, where the novices were lazing around. "Attention!" She called out as the lined up before her. Her features were serious and fierce. She was never known to be the jokester in public. The serious one, always committed to her duties was her. To be completely truthful, she'd probably give her life for her duties, never truly giving much interest in finding a partner in something other than training or dueling against. Most men, if they had known that she was indeed a woman, would have thought her strange. But, instead, they just thought that she needed to get laid instead. She'd always looked at them with a slight glare and a twitch of they eye if she hear them speak about such things. "Listen up, you maggots! You may have been the best in your hometown, but not here. We train the best of the best and..." It was tiring giving the same speech on not being egotistical and training your hardest to be the best every single time there were some fresh recruits. Greeting them, though, was her job, rough them up a bit with her flames and watch the damage. Several weaklings quit on the first day because of her, but she couldn't care less. They were going to fight and that would cost them their life. It's best to run away while you have time to train for next time. Or something like that.

When she was done, she yawned again. It was time for practice. Sadly, it was never alone. Several admirers came to watch her fight against one of the new, supposedly top, students. She didn't even bother touching her sword when the fight began. There were too many openings in her opponent's form. He didn't bother trying to block from any attack, and she knew if she pulled out her sword it would be the end for him. Instead, she blew on her fingers and ignited them in flames, weaving away from his slashes and jabbing him in any openings she could reach. It wasn't long when her opponent was on fire and the match was over. They shook hands and she noticed something fall into her palm."Darn." She muttered as she held a lock of lavender hair. "He managed to cut my hair..." When she looked up, the man smiled at her smugly as his own, very small, victory. She shook her head, carefully hiding her taut smile.

It wasn't until the afternoon when a maid, whom was cleaning a rather extravagant room, looked at the bed with alarm. She thought it was rather odd that there was a lump underneath the sheets, and figured, after a few moments, that it was, indeed the princess. She smiled bittersweetly, letting the girl have a few more minutes to nap. After all, this was to be her last time home. She packed a few of the girl's things to send over to Loire.

The lump under the blankets of the big and extravagant bed started to move and turn over. A few seconds later, a loud 'THUMP' echoed throughout the grand room. "Oww.." A pale figure muttered, her voice small and soft. The one who has obviously fallen off from the bed was Seraph, princess of Castor, and your average clumsy girl. She was extra happy today, for they will be leaving for Liore when night falls. Princess Seraph had always wanted to leave the castle ground and explore the kingdom. But, because of her aversion to blood, the king would not allow her to do so. She was just as kind as she was adventurous, always one to donate to the poor if let alone. And was always an easy target to rob, if needed.

It had taken her at least an hour before Princess Seraph had finished her morning routine. Brush her teeth, take a bath, eat breakfast, and now she's supposed to prepare her things for later. "Surely, father.. I mean, the King, won't mind since he already offered me to the Kingdom of Liore." Seraph sighed sadly. She didn't want to leave the beautiful castle of Fenrir, yet she wanted to be free and see other places. She had never seen past the walls of the castle, and if she had, mayhaps her opinion might have changed. Compared to the nation she was going to be married into, Castor was a horrid place, war and fights were common. Many of the commoner's lands were battle scarred and its citizens were restless and used to the life of the fittest. Also, even in Fiore, she doubts that she can roam around there freely. There's a high probability that she'll have the same life there as a 'perfect little princess'. Well, she had to act that way for she'll stain her family's honor and it was also for the people of Castor. She would have to act for them and let them think that their country was just as peaceful as theirs during ceasefires.

Finally deciding what she should do next, Princess Seraph exited her room and headed towards the garden, to say farewell to her flowers.

A bead of sweat trailed down Navis' forehead. It shouldn't be this difficult... I must be getting old. She thought as she looked at the rookie that had make her brake a sweat. "Break!" She cried, as her opponent's blade flew out of his grip and onto the ground beside them. "That was a good match. Watch your handling." She went over and picked up the sword and placed it in his hands with hers on top. "Here," She began to instruct her trainee on the finer techniques of holding and mastering the sword. This was her twenty-first trainee of the day. It was the fifth time she had shown the boy how to use the sword properly and she wondered whether or not the boy was just toying with her. When he got into the match, he put his all and his level increased much more than a regular novice. "Alright, keep at it." She whirled her head around to another boy. "Mark, come here, I want to see you both duel. Now, give it your all without any lethal blows." She instructed, moving a good distance away to watch the boys fight.

One of them, the one dressed in red, was much faster than the his opponent, but also much shorter. Mark had a hard time trying to keep up with his attacks, but he was much more powerful. It wasn't a good match though, she knew it too. Mark, compared the the young man, was too slow. It was only a matter of minutes before he'd lost. The sword right by his neck on standby. Mark was well to nervous to even gulp, lest he lose his life. Navis clapped, walking towards them. "So you were hiding your abilities..." She commented. The young man looked flushed as he sheathed his sword.

The princess knelt down on the ground in front of her flowers. She felt like it was just yesterday that she planted those seeds. "I guess I'll be saying goodbye now.." She said sadly, her face frowning a bit. Even though she was wearing a dress, Seraph laid down on the soft grass, dirtying her clothing. "I'll have to say goodbye to this whole kingdom, too.. At least, the war will permanently stop.." Her feelings was confused whether she wanted to do it or not. She thought that it would be for the best if she went to Liore, yet she really had a hard time letting go of Castor.

"Oh well.. I don't really have a choice now.." She whispered, her eyes slowly closing and her consciousness fading away. Seraph fell asleep, laying on the grassy garden grounds.

"Ah... So you're Blood Blade the knight?" Navis said thoughtfully. She had heard of the boy from one of the other Royal Guards. He was slightly taller than her at an even six feet and seemed rather light hearted in comparision to the stories she had heard. The dark haired boy looked as if he loved just toying around people, and has been currently, with her. His real name... Raphael Bane.

"And you're the Lavender Blaze." He remarked rolling his eyes. It was clear that he did not like the nickname he was given. Still, it suited him. Or at least his attributes. "To be completely honest, I was here to tell you something..." He tapped at his chin, looking as if he had forgotten what it was he as meant to tell her.

Navis looked at the older boy annoyed. "Yes...?" Other than her narrowing her gaze on the boy it didn't look as if she really was annoyed with him. As always, the serious look seemed to disguise her annoyance. She sighed, as she turned to walk off.

Bane punched his palm with his fist. "Ah! That's right! The princess is missing! She hasn't been to do her studies and no one's seen her all day. " He said rather cheerfully.

"That's what you needed to tell me?" Navis said, smoothly controling her anger. She shook her head. "I'll deal with you later."

A blur of lavender passed by the halls, as she went off looking for the princess. She knew most of the princess' favorite spots and knew she was safe, but still... It was her duty to know where she is at all times. Does Sir Tortal know where she is now? The knight thought worriedly. She slowed as she reached the garden, unwilling to desturb any of the plants. A small smirk crawled up her lips as she saw the princess resting peacefully. She's safe. That's good. She leaned against the wall and yawned. Perhaps, she was tired as well. A long night did look ahead of them... 'I'll let her sleep for now... I guess...'

Seraph slept peacefully amidst the serene garden. The flowers were in full bloom despite the bad atmospheric conditions that the war and lack of personnel brought. A few hours passed by, and still she sleeps. She was fine physically, but her mind was worn out because of the upcoming travel to Liore. Speaking of which, she should be preparing her things right about now since she doesn't want to leave anything behind.

Nights were always chilly in Castor, nevertheless, they made a good wake up call for Princess Seraph, as if that was what it meant to do. "...Eh?" Her hands did not grasp one of the fluffy blankets that adorned her bed, rather, they picked up thin, spiked grass. She opened her eyes slowly, as if expecting an onslaught of light, but instead, she saw that the sun was almost completely set. "...!?" Princess Seraph immediately woke with a start, and was almost instantly on her feet. She looked around, hoping to see if someone was with her as well, and that the green house was not locked. Seraph noticed the knight near her, leaning on a wall. Is she asleep? She looked at Navis and went close to her face to see more clearly. It was getting dark, after all.

Navis woke instantly due to the soft rustling of Princess Seraph's awakening, but she made no effort to move. She winced inwardly when she realized what time it was. Late. They had a good two hours before they would leave. The other Guardian would probably yell at her later for this. Then the realization dawned on her. Since she was the princess' guard, she'd probably be stationed there in Liore along with her. She'd been there once before and hated how completely boring it was in comparison to Fenrir. Perhaps that's why the princess had chose today to slack off on her studies. Moving to a new place for the rest of your life should affect you one way or another.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she spotted the princess inching closer to her. "Are you cold, Princess?" Navis asked curiously, lighting up a white healing flame before her. It radiated of warmth. "Perhaps we should head inside. It's nearly time." She said looking over to the disappearing sunset.

"Oh, so you were awake.. Why can't I get you off guard for once?" Seraph pouted, Navis was always serious and too formal even though they've known each other for quite long now. To this, Navis hid a smile, already eighteen and she still acted like a child. "Yeah, let's go inside.. I need to pack up my things quickly, before they scold us for being late." Having been raised with the young princess, she felt like she could talk more casually with Navis. She headed towards her room with a slightly faster pace after separating from her considered friend, Navis, for she really didn't want sermons to be her last farewells.

In an hour or so, her things were all packed. From jewelry to mere pictures, she took them all. She can't return back to Castor just to get some things she forgot, so she made sure to bring everything. She dressed up nicely, since she was going to meet with the Liore royal family.

"May that never happen, Princess." Navis said gravely as the princess headed back to her room. She was naturally a light sleeper and this had saved her countless times. Princess Seraph was much too noisy to sneak up on a highly trained soldier of the state. The time she would manage to sneak up on Navis would be the day she would have to resign and turn in her uniform. She trailed after the princess slowly, giving her space if she needed, and waited in the hall.

-Meanwhile-

Gregory Yaswald, the well-known young general of Fenrir. His war tactics were commendable, whilst his fighting skills were outstanding. He roamed around the castle, being saluted to by the guards every so often. His goal for the day was to find the princess before she goes off to Liore. Gregory was going to try conquer, yet again, the princess' feelings and sway her to break the treaty with the king of Liore. Why would he do such a thing? To bring back war, of course. What would a talented general like him do without a war?

His round orbs of lemon yellow eyes searched the castle for Seraph, the princess whom he thinks should be his. "I wonder where my beautiful doll is?" He said, referring to Seraph as 'his doll'. "Hmmm.. My dolly.. Where are you..?" Grey said in a whispered tone. He didn't want the guards and other officers to find out about his little secret desires and twisted personality. Whilst walking, he spotted Navis, whom he knows is supposedly Seraph's royal guard. 'He's probably informed where my dolly is..'

Navis thought about their trip. The castle of Fenrir is located at the center of the state. It would take at least a few days to pass the border. A week at most. They would have to cross the badlands quickly, bandits and other sorts of frightening people lay there desolate and most likely desperate from the war. The most they would have to stay there would be two days. The less the better. Then there was actually making it to the castle of Liore. He groaned inwardly. That will be a hassle. Last time, when he'd been asked to guard a diplomat she ended up pelted in tomatoes and other sorts of things he'd rather not talk of. He lifted his gaze and saw General Yaswald walking up to him. 'What does he want?' Navis thought somewhat irritated. When he saw Sir Raphael speaking to him, he took this time to check up on the princess.

"Princess? It's Navis. May I come in?" He asked, lightly knocking on the door.

Raphael had been charged to take care of the trainees when Navis had left and was grateful that this was not his job. Taking care of such... such amateurs was so irritating. He had to restrain himself from knocking the wind out of newbies. They were completely fresh and new to the life of the sword. Their techniques were so horrible that they would die so easily if they'd even step foot in a sword fighting tournament. How does he Navis managed to control himself with them? He thought, picking up his cape and tying it on securely. It was one of the only differences between the uniforms of a Royal Guard and a Royal Knight.

He grinned as he spotted a good friend of his. "Grey, ol' buddy!" Raphael cheered as he placed his arm around the general's neck. He was much too playful in public, as well as notorious for it as well. Sir Raphael had earned many 'complements' from his 'maturity.' Still, no one knows the dark heart held within other then Gregory Yaswald. He's the only person who saw the full extents of his 'bloody' ability and his lust for it.

Seraph was busy testing her own abilities, well, defensive ability actually, when Navis knocked on her doors. "Sure, come on in." The strings that adorned her room quickly vanished. Navis didn't usually enter her room, or stay too close to her for that matter. 'It's probably time to go now, then.. It'll take a while to get to Liore.'

With a mischievous grin, Seraph hid behind the doors to once again try surprise Navis. Like that'll work. She hasn't realized that it would take a million years, no, maybe a billion years before Seraph could shock her skillful royal guard.

Gregory's eye twitched as Raphael acted like with a happy-go-lucky, no-care-in-the-world attitude. "..Raphael!! My good friend!" Grey returned the neck hug with a teasing pinch of Raphael's cheek. "You'll look much more adorable with those newbies that I've heard you'll train!" He said with a sly smirk. I was about to ask that Navis fellow.. Where'd he disappear to? His eyes looked around, spotting a glimpse of Navis heading towards a room. That's likely the princess' room.. Darn the King for hiding her room's location from me.. Gregory grinned. He'll finally get to see his dolly, right before she leaves.

Navis felt rather shy when she had asked to come in. It was an odd feeling, comming from that General. As much as possible, she'd tried to avoid him for some reason. She wondered what it could be. Something under the mask perhaps...

She opened the door and walked in calmly, shutting it behind her. "There you are." Navis said lightly teasing. She did that a lot when something was bothering her. "Are you sure you'll need all that? We have to be able to bring that all of our things in one trip." She stated, shaking her head in disapproval. Compared to her belongings, this was extravagant. The less things brought during the trip, the more of a chance all the things, and they, will stay in one piece when they arrive. "If you would like, I'll arrange for it so your things will arrive there before us instead. But before all that, we need to seperate the things you want from the things you need. That is, if you'll accept my help." Navis said with a small smile. She wanted to delay the trip for a few moments, for Princess Seraph.

Seraph frowned, "Well.. I guess we can't bring all of these.." She turned around and looked at the big pile of bags that was supposed to be all her luggage. Navis was like a strict parent, in a good way, and she was also like a caring friend even with all her formalities. "Could you help me pick? I don't know which ones I'll need." She grinned playfully, knowing that it would take quite some time to finish.

Raphael pouted when Gregory pinched his cheek. "Those twerps couldn't fight their way out of a paper bag!" He said, shaking his head in mock dispair. "It's a wonder they become decent warriors. Navis' training must be dispicable!" He shuddered at the thought of the often serious royal guard. "I mean, now I know why he's always so serious! Anyways, how were you?"

"I'm doing well, but.." Gregory's relaxed face turned into a scowl. "The King has been keeping a little secret, hiding the Princess' location from me. I didn't know where her room was.. Until I saw that royal guard Navis enter a certain room undoubtedly Seraph's." He smirked, heading towards the said room. "I'll just have a little chat with my dolly. See you later, Raphie!" Grey teased, putting a cute tone to the destructive blood knight's name. It was ironic having two twisted souls befriend each other. Well, in a sense, birds of the same feather should stick together.

"Ah... Your long lost 'love'." Raphael teased back with a wide smirk. "Have fun!" He said walking the other direction, waving back at Grey. 'Hm... Now time to find some better fighters. I wanna have some fun tonight as well.' He thought, laughing like a moron.

"Of course." Navis said, taking a formal bow. She looked up. "Anything for my Princess." She teased lightly. Princess Seraph reminded her so much of her little sister. If only she hadn't gotten sick... She thought sadly. It was another reason she was protective of the princess. She pushed away that thought, and focused on a lumpy bag, obviously filled with clothes that a few were sticking out. "Just don't ask me to much about what your clothes should be. I'll just tell you it better be something you can run in without 'revealing' anything. Though, one set, I suppose could be as dressy you would like. That you can use when we finally reach the Liore's castle."

Seraph smiled and stayed positive. She wasn't into pretty dresses anyways, they're too itchy and frilly. "Okay, I'll take one dress for the meeting with Liore. And about the others.. I don't have much normal clothing. Father says that it is improper for me to wear them.." She grinned mischievously. "Although there's a few that I have from that time I sneaked out the castle.. I bought them from street vendors." She chuckled, remembering that time the king went overboard in sending a search party. Her purpose then was just to have a little stroll and know more about the kingdom. "Okay, so I'll bring these?" She asked, showing Navis the handful of clothing she bought from vendors and awaited her approval. These were still too many to bring.

"Those would do alright. Perhaps a little much, but we'll make room." Navis nodded in aproval. In the back of her mind, she was a bit annoyed that the princess had snuck out of the castle several times. She knew one or two of them, but several most likely meant a lot of times.

Just then, a knock on the door was followed by an extremely disturbing voice. "Se-ra-ph! I know you're in there! I'm coming in" The sound was followed by the opening of the door, then the entrance of Gregory Yasweld.

Oh.. It's Sir Gregory.. Wh-why..? Her preparations for the trip was greatly disturbed by this man's sudden appearance. "S-sir Gregory..! We.. We're in the middle of..-" Seraph's words were cut off by Grey's finger placed on her lips. "Shhh! Silly girl! Where are you going? You belong here, with me!" Thus, Gregory's wicked scheme to keep the princess in Castor started.

Navis brows wrinkled in annoyance as she heard the general's unwelcomed voice. She never did like the man. Perhaps, it was because he was too forward. She pulled the man's hand away from the princess, and stood between them. Despite the element of fire she controlled, the room seemed to become colder. Even more so as she spoke. "General Yaswald, please control yourself. Tis unbecoming of such a high ranking general to act in such a way. Without the armor, one might consider you to be a wanton knave."

Light steps echoed through the hall as Duke walked, his eyes appearing to be closed and his cloak covering his entire body. His hair waved slightly in the wind created by his motion, his cloak shook also, the motion was elegant, yet slightly ruff around the edges. The serenity of the moment was ruined the minute he approached Navis. His left hand raising to gain her attention. "I see your already here Navis." Duke held a general regard for the other Royal Guard as colleagues and nothing else, he could never be found joking with them, in respect, he was the polar opposite to Raphael.

Raphael grinned at his opponent. He was the same height as him, but filled with muscles. The sleeves of his arms were torn because of his biceps as he carried an ax. "This is going to be real easy." Raphael said quietly, his hand on the handle of his sword, Kirr.

The two were a good distance away from the castle, in a far corner that no one passes by. It was where all his challengers came to meet their ends. Blood was still stained on the walls. 'Hm... Maybe I don't even need Kirr today...' Raphael thought as a malevolent smiled passed through his features. "I'm feeling generous today. How about you make the first hit?" He told his opponent.

"Fine with me. The sooner you're dead the faster I can rise up in the ranks." The beserker thundered, as he charged at him. His ax was raised high, as he strode close.

SWISH!

CRACK!

Raphael appeared behind the man, blood dripping from his forehead. He touched it. "Ah... I guess I didn't dodge it in time." The ax was stuck in the broken ground, and the man wiggled it hopelessly. He'd put all his power into swinging the thing that he had not thought about how he was going to remove it. Raphael grinned. "Now it's my turn." He said as the blood on the walls solidified and became pointed, even the blood on his forehead became solidified as he held it before him. Hard like a diamond, and pointed as a blade.

Half of Raphael's face was covered in blood. An unidentifiable corpse was under his feet. Still... He was smiling, smirking, in fact. "Now, now, I was hoping to get more blood out of this pinata." He teased, licking some of the blood off the back of his right hand. 'Tastes as good as I remember though.' Raphael pulled out a small water retaining pouch from his pocket. The lip of the pouch was sealed with a special type of blood. His own. He lifted the seal and stored the beserker's blood, straight from the source, inside the the pouch. Then, he stood before the corpse and saluted it, before leaving. "Later, corpse."

Navis calmed herself as she looked to the princess' other Royal Guard. She was glad that some sort of reenforcement have arrived. The princess' ride must not be delayed any further. "Sir Tortal, you came just in time. Take the princess to her carriage. I'll finish her packing for her and be down with you in a moment." She instructed, then turned back to the general. "If you came to say good bye, then go ahead. Otherwise back off." She said icily, though the not-so-subtle threat was lessened as she began to fold the princess' clothes into her bag. She wasn't half bad at folding either.

Seraph smiled as Navis made an excuse for her to escape Gregory's intimidating presence. Whilst she was on the way out, Seraph stopped for a bit and whispered a 'Thank you' to Navis. Navis was a complete lifesaver in times like these, thus Seraph was glad and very thankful that her Royal Guard was her. After saying her thanks, Seraph quickened her pace, not wanting to further converse with General Gregory Yaswald. She didn't really despise Gregory, in fact, she was thankful that he was helping her father with the wars and such. But still, his presence makes her feel uncomfortable, due to his impish personality.

Soon after General Yaswald, all the clothes were perfectly folded and, somehow, fit in the medium-sized bag. Navis slung it over his bag and went of to follow the princess and the other knight, Duke Tortal.

Navis frowned as she came across the carriage. She had forgotten how annoying it was to pull around. It was more war-like than elegant. The boxy looking thing was painted red and horns stuck out at the ends. It was much more of a hazard than a safety vehicle, clearly showing the pride Castor had for its specialty in war. The king must have wanted to show that the princess was clearly the pride and joy of the nation. Even the horses were decorated in a similar, but subtle way. The color of the saddles were red and black. "This won't do..." Navis found herself mumbling. "Sorry to disappoint your father, the king, but I advise you, Princess Seraph, ride a horse than that deathtrap." She said, walking over to her horse and tying both her bag and Seraph's to it.

Upon arriving at the courtyard where the carriage was, Seraph was stunned to see a shocking red carriage with much unnecessary decorations. She was to ride on THAT? It would attract far too many thieves and assassins in her point of view. Nodding her in agreement to what Navis said, her eyes glued onto the war structure of the entire carriage. Her father, as much as she respects him, was far too extravagant. "..What was he thinking making us ride this? Father's too.. Uggghhh! He should be being humble for I am going as a peace 'offering'. Stop being too proud of yourself.." She whispered, complaining to herself about the king.

The horse riding idea seemed fun, too. She has never been to do such things. "Oh yes! Will there be anyone else in particular that we will be traveling with, Navis?" Seraph has been pondering about it for quite some time, she was only informed of Navis coming with her.

Navis shook her head. "His Highness suggested that we were to split in groups to avoid trouble. Even though the men of this nation are to boastful to strike you, that leaves the chance of them kidnapping you for other reasons." She looked over to Sir Tortal along with his lady friend who looked similar to Princess Seraph, herself.

"We will be acting as your double, your highness." The lady bowed, leaving Princess Seraph speechless. She had always hated using doubles, even if it was for her safety. Now, she understood the danger they were in. This isn't fun and games anymore, is it, Navis? The princess thought sadly.

"We will be taking the carriage." Sir Tortal informed them. "Her Highness would take the horses."

Gregory's lively mood was ruined and his temper was becoming uncontrollable. "Those little 'guards' think they're special because they take care of my dolly.. Just watch.. I'll hunt you down before you reach Pollux. I'll take my princess unharmed, of course." He glared behind the speeding guards and the princess. A devilish, yet lonely smile displayed upon his smooth and pale face. I guess I'll be needing my little assassins now.

Raphael walked back into the castle, the blood smears have completely vanished from his clothes. A smirk played on his lips as he spotted his irate friend. "I suppose that things didn't go as well as you planned?" He needn't ask. It was easy, for him at least, to read Grey's face. "Don't worry, there are plenty other fish in the sea!" He said, hooking his arm with Grey's and skipping around in a circle.

Gregory sighed, his arm still hooked with Raphael's. He rubbed his temples with his other arm and tried to calm down a little. "..Yes. Those royal guards seem to be doing their jobs correctly. That's bad for me though.." Grey continued, cursing to dissolve his anger. A devilish smirk then appeared on his face, signaling that it was time to take action. 'Maybe they'll be lucky and reach the border alive.. Though, I think that's highly unlikely. I'll be hiring some assassins tonight.'

Sharing

kyoudai_nee — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 07:59:36 GMT

Title: Sharing

Rating: R
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Seraph x Navis
Table: Crimes
Prompt: kidnap
Word Count: ????
Warnings: femslash
Claimer: Um, yeah, I own this and the characters and where they come from, okay?

A/N: These OCs are from my story in fictionpress. I haven't been able to actually write out past the first chapter there, though. >.<;;

It was protection in a different form. To keep them from harm. At least, that's what went through her mind when she snatched the princess before the prince.

"What are you doing!" She remembered the princess yelling, pounding on her back. "Let me down this instant!"

"Do you really want me to drop you here?" Navis replied and the princess looked over where they were. Jumping across the bridge that was threatening to close. Navis was always one for theatrics when it came to saving the princess.

"N-no." The princess said frightened. She had never seen this aggressive side of her knight in a long while. It was rather frightening. "N-navi? Where are we going?" She said in a small, childish voice.

"To some place safer." Was the knight's reply

Seraph looked at her with a bit of skeptisim. "Isn't the prince's kingdom safe enough?&

"No..."

"We're far enough from the kindgom now, Navis. Please, let's stop." Seraph suggested/ordered as they headed deep within a forest.

And so they did. Navis stopped before a clearing. They were far enough from the royal guards to avoid any danger, so it would be fine for them to just rest for a moment or two. She tried to help the princess down, but was ignored and the princess jumped off the horse by herself. Navis looked the other way, a slight tint of pink colored her cheeks.

"Ah... Now, why are you so... Peculiar today Navi?" Princess Seraph asked as she dusted off her dress.

"I- Highness, forgive me." Navis intantly dropped down to her knee and kneeled before her.

"You did bring me here, during my wedding day, for a reason, right?" The princess sighed.

Navis looked away, ashamed of herself. "I could not bare to see you with the likes of him."

Seraph walked up to her knight and kneeled before her. Her right hand rose to caress Navis' cheek. "You know it cannot be."

Navis' cheeks colored slightly, still unwilling to look her in the eye. "It is not that. The crown that was meant for your head was posioned."

Epsilon - 1sentence RinxLen

kyoudai_nee — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 07:57:47 GMT

1sentence theme: Epsilon Characters: Rin/Len Kagamine

#o1 – Motion
From the moment they were born, their parents smiled wearily, knowing how hard the two will be to handle.

#02 – Cool
They always thought of themselves to be the coolest people in the world – after all, who cares about anyone else? The world should revolve around them!

#o3 – Young
Everyone thought that the twins were just close because they were still young; no one knew that they were always going to be this inseparable.

#o4 – Last
Rin puffed up her cheeks, getting ready to scold Len again for being late to practice.

#o5 – Wrong
Len learned quickly; women – especially Rin – were always right.

#o6 – Gentle
When his hand gripped hers, it was always comforting and gentle and Rin, almost completely, forgets what Len did wrong.

#o7 – One
Sometimes, they were just referred to as 'Kagamine' because they were almost always by one another.

#o8 – Thousand
It would take more than a thousand fan girls to separate Rin from her Len.

#o9 – King
“I hope you mean 'Queen',” Rin says with a raised brow.

#1o – Learn
Rin was a good teacher; Len learned a lot very quickly from her.

#11 – Blur
Years passed them by quickly, it almost seemed like time never passed at all for them though; after all, they were just computer programs.

#12 – Wait
Rin tapped her feet impatiently, wondering how it takes a guy longer to get out of the shower than a girl.

#13 – Change
Len wasn't accustomed to changes; he liked things the way they always were, with Rin by his side, but lately, she's been spending time with the new teacher.

#14 – Command
He even missed how Rin used to craw into his bed at night, completely uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping alone.

#15 – Hold
It became even harder to do so as they grew older.

#16 – Need
Len desperately needed Rin to yell at him, nearly spitting flames as she does for being a 'bad' brother, but she didn't even noticed what he's done.

#17 – Vision
Even with 20/20 vision, Rin didn't see how much Len missed her.

#18 – Attention
Len tolerated the attention that Rin was suddenly getting in high school, hoping that one day he doesn't snap at them.

#19 – Soul
He always admired Rin's fiery soul.

#2o – Picture
Rin – holding a picture of them as toddlers – couldn't remember the last time they took a picture like this.

#21 – Fool
She frowned, realizing what she had been doing the past months, “I hope he doesn't hate me...”

#22 – Mad
Len couldn't stand it anymore; he silently decided that the fan boys needed to die, now.

#23 – Child
They were such children, their parents decided with a laugh, seeing how they would fight over the simplest things, not knowing of their latest problem.

#24 – Now
Len was a playboy and Rin pretended not to notice, having her eye on the new blue haired teacher.

#25 – Shadow
Rin wondered why she never saw the male members of her fan club hanging around her anymore; apparently, she hasn't noticed the firey shadow behind her.

#26 – Good-bye
Len wasn't sure how to respond to that, if that would ever happen of course.

#27 – Hide
And that's what he he would do afterwards.

#28 – Fortune
Len couldn't believe his luck when he found out that he had won the lottery – but what was his prize?

#29 – Safe
Rin rested against Len comfortably, and wondering why she always felt safe around him.

#3o – Ghost
They giggled as Rin retold the story of how Len was freaked out by a ghost in the haunted house.

#31 – Book
Len rolled his eyes as he tried to read his book for that report he had to do later.

#32 – Eye
Rin never questioned the look Len had, for some reason it changed to something more... manlier and she liked it.

#33 – Never
Rin knew it was never going to be, her relationship with a certain blue haired teacher, and sighed deeply disappointed.

#34 – Sing
Although he was happy that Rin gave up on Kaitou, he hated seeing her down and knew how to cheer her up; singing her heart out!

#35 – Sudden
It was just a touch, a brush between skin, but it meant the whole world to them.

#36 – Stop
Seeing how close they were, Len had to stop himself from kissing her.

#37 – Time
Rin grew frustrated with Len, was he that oblivious to her emotions this entire time?

#38 – Wash
They blushed as Meiko told Kaitou of how cute they were when they were still babies taking baths together.

#39 – Torn
It was a decision that they had a hard time making, to love or not.

#4o – History
Eventually, the learned that they weren't twins but mirrors of one another – but isn't that the same?

#41 – Power
Rin was always the more powerful one, able to carry Len, while he couldn't carry her.

#42 – Bother
It bothered him how weak he was, so he began to start a very strict muscle building regime.

#43 – God
That's what she said when she saw how buff Len got when he was done.

#44 – Wall
Rin giggled as Len pinned her to the wall.

#45 – Naked
It was then she realized that he felt the same way; it was hard not to when his lips were crushing hers and she couldn't help but comment on how much of an good kisser he was, saddened quite a bit that it wasn't their first kiss.

#46 – Drive
Rin broke off first and slipped away to get to the yellow roller first.

#47 – Harm
Len hurried up after her, knowing how bad she is at actually looking at what she is going to run over if it's less than two meters away from her.

#48 – Precious
He couldn't remember a day where they had this much fun together and wished so desperately that it could last forever.

#49 – Hunger
As they pulled apart, Len's stomach growled loudly, causing the two to burst out laughing.

#5o – Believe
Now, they understood why their hands just seemed to mold to one another.

LJ Challenge WIP Master List

kyoudai_nee — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 07:46:12 GMT

1o Themes
Tales of Symphonia
Sheena x Raine

01.	Greed	02.	Lust
03.	Envy	04.	Fear
05.	Love	06.	Hate
07.	Depression	08.	Anger
09.	Joy	10.	Excitement

16 Candles
Fandom: Digimon
Paring: Sora / Hikari

o1. Fiery Days.	o2. Frozen Sparks.	o3. Warm Glow.	o4. Decaying Conflagration.
o5. Sealed with Wax.	o6. Eternal Sunset.	o7. Fireflies of Smoke.	o8. Falling Star.
o9. Melting into Dreams.	1o. Silent Embers.	11. Rainy Day Inferno.	12. Blaze of Glory.
13. Candlelit Loss.	14. Incendiary Comment.	15. Fluttering Flame.	16. Wick's End.

Digimon 1oo
Digimon Adventure
Sora x Hikari

1: Red	2: White	3: Blue	4: Gold	5: Silver
6: Orange	7: Violet	8: Yellow	9: Green	10: Black
11: East	12: West	13: North	14: South	15: Loud
16: Quiet	17: Asleep	18: Awake	19: Child	20: Adult
21: Silk	22: Satin	23: Velvet	24: Leather	25: Wool
26: Linen	27: Feather	28: Fur	29: Scales	30: Life
31: Death	32: Rebirth	33: Laugh	34: Cry	35: Mist
36: Moon	37: Stars	38: Comet	39: Galaxy	40: Sun
41: Sunrise	42: Sunset	43: Noon	44: Night	45: Eyes
46: Ears	47: Nose	48: Hair	49: Arms/Hands	50: Legs/Feet
51: Horse	52: Dog	53: Cat	54: Insect	55: Worm
56: Dragon	57: Angel	58: Demon	59: Wolf	60: Bird
61: Roses	62: Daisies	63: Violets	64: Lilies	65: Buttercups
66: Picnic	67: Rain	68: Snow	69: Car	70: Bicycle
71: Train	72: Walk	73: Brother	74: Sister	75: Father
76: Mother	77: Cousin	78: Son	79: Daughter	80: Husband
81: Wife	82: Gate	83: Artwork	84: Music	85: Game
86: Training	87: Loyalty	88: Clouds	89: Rainbow	90: Vacation
91: School	92: Slow	93: Fast	94: Lake	95: River
96: AC - Shadows	97: AC - Headgear	98: Author's Choice	99: Author's Choice	100: Author's Choice

Crimes
1. Murder.	2. Assisted suicide.	3. Kidnap.	4. Robbery.	5. Rape.
6. Sexual abuse.	7. Physical abuse.	8. Child abuse.	9. Assault and battery.	10. Drug smuggling.
11. Drug dealing.	12. Driving while intoxicated.	13. Drug buying.	14. Attempted murder.	15. Money laundering.
16. Accomplicing.	17. Attempted suicide.	18. Violating probation.	19. Tresspassing.	20. Vandalism.
21. Computer hacking.	22. Harassment.	23. Arson.	24. Cruelty to animals.	25. Writer's Choice.