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Hello my dearies. I'm SORRY for those whose emails and messages I have yet to reply. I will, soon, I promise!! I've not been in the mood to do anything productive these days, so...
Anyway, new userpic! I am now officially into YUURAM, despite barely knowing anything about the series. Byahaha... I blame rizuka and isumi_ilde for fangirling about YuuRam in front of me so often, leving me to stare blankly because I barely have any idea what they were talking about. But they're pretty enthusiastic now that I'm falling for their OTP too XD
rizuka now texts me every now and then to say "Hey, read this fic, and this, and this." or "Hey, what YuuRam fic are you reading now?" and stuff XDD
I find I love YuuRan because I'm Wolfram-biased. My heart just ache seeing Wolfram trying sooo hard to make Yuuri see him, but alas, Yuuri is dumb sometimes. But seriously, angsitng!Wolfram is my weakness now 8is an angst whore8 XDD
ANYWAAAAY~! Since I can't post fics yet, I present you.... some EXCERPTS of the half-written stuff that I WILL probably finish it...someday XDD *bricked*
Prince of Tennis
DAY 49
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji, Yuta
The shapes and colors of the scenery outside of the window blurred as the train moved at neck-breaking speed towards its destination. Tezuka stoically gazed outside, noticing how it was such a fine spring day, with the sun shining brightly up in the sky, and the beauty of cherry blossom trees in full bloom adorned the busy city of Tokyo.
It was really a fine day; too fine of a day to receive some bad news.
Like the death of a certain old teammate.
Tezuka sat expressionlessly, letting himself downing the blur scenery without really looking as his mind replayed the phone call he received earlier when he was busy signing documents in his office.
***
“Tezuka-san, it’s Fuji Yuuta,” said the voice over the other line of the phone. Tezuka didn’t blink upon knowing who his caller was, merely because blinking wasn’t included in his reflex.
“It’s been a while,” was what Tezuka said upon finding his voice back. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Tezuka couldn’t help but wonder why Fuji Yuuta would call him. And when the silence stretched, he couldn’t help the uneasiness growing in his chest. He felt like something was really wrong. For one, why did Fuji Yuuta call him? Why not his brother?
“I’m sorry for being so sudden,” Yuuta spoke again, automatically pulling Tezuka back from his thoughts. “I’ve been meaning to tell you since yesterday, but things have been so busy and my head’s been all messed up that I just remember now… but could you please come to our house? Now?”
Tezuka was silent for a second, before asking in a voice a little bit too unsteady for his liking, “why?”
“Today is… Aniki’s funeral…”
***
-UNTITLED-
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji.
“Come again?”
The frail figure of a man in his early twenties stiffened as he leaned against the pillow to support him sitting up. His blue eyes shone with doubt and disbelief and he blinked. Standing beside his hospital bed was another young man; a good-looking one, at that. The man wore rimless spectacles, had wind-swiveled dark brown locks and the look on his face was so serious that he almost believed what that man had told him, but…
“As I said, my name is Tezuka Kunimitsu, and I am your lover,” that man informed him the second time, face and tone perfectly level.
The blue-eyed young man blinked his eyes again and tried to smile, “Surely you’re joking?”
It was brief, but he didn’t miss the pain that flashed in those hazel eyes, although the look on that stern-looking face remained neutral.
“Actually, Shuusuke, coming from him, it couldn’t be a joke,” the pretty lady that claimed to be his older sister answered with a rather amused smile on her face.
The light-haired young man sat on his bed, blinking confused eyes, his exposed cerulean orbs were scrutinizing the tall man once again and the look on the latter’s face told him that he was telling the truth.
Great, he thought, he just woke up a few hours before, after-according to the doctor-having had an accident that caused the loss of his memories and been unconscious for a whole week, and the first few information he got about himself were: 1) his name is Fuji Shuusuke, 2) he is twenty-two (or five and a half, to be precise), 3) he has an older sister, a younger brother, a mother, and his father was unfortunately away at the moment, and 4) he’s gay.
“Yoshiko-san, maybe this is a bit too sudden,” Tezuka turned his head to Fuji’s mother, and she merely smiled.
“It’s okay, Kunimitsu. I think it’s better for Shuusuke to know his situation from the beginning,” the middle-aged lady smiled comfortingly.
Fuji blinked at the woman who was supposed to be his mother, and his brain started processing the additional information that: 5) none of his family seemed to mind him being gay.
Such an open-minded family he had.
“So… Tezuka-san,” Fuji started and immediately felt rather guilty at the slight frown on the other man’s brows. Right, they had been-they were-lovers. Calling him in such a formal and detached way must have hurt the bespectacled man.
“What is it?” Tezuka replied as he hastily took a step closer, and judging from his almost never-changing expression, this ‘Tezuka-san’ looked like a rather boring person. Fuji wondered if he was attracted to the man just by the appearance-he was handsome, alright-but even if he didn’t have the memories of himself, Fuji didn’t believe himself to be that shallow.
Fuji smiled politely at his lover and asked, “How long have we been lovers?”
At this, Tezuka looked a bit dubious before answering, “We were roommates since we entered college. It was… somewhere along that line that we became lovers.”
“Somewhere along that line,” Fuji repeated, confusion mixed with amusement could be heard in his tone. “So… we live together?”
“Yes, but you will stay with your family once you are released from the hospital,” Tezuka replied in more of a commanding tone, but rather than be annoyed, Fuji was somehow amused.
“Oh, are you dumping me because I have no memories?” he said lightly, meaning to just tease, really, but his smile faltered at the look of horror in Tezuka’s face.
“There is no way I would do that,” Tezuka started, voice strained from what might be anger and disappointment at the accusation. Then, his gaze softened, as did his voice when he continued, “It is better for you to get familiar with your family first. It might help you to regain your memories.”
Fuji was silent as he didn’t know how to respond. It seemed like this lover of his was a really serious person that he should be careful with his words. Not knowing what else to say, Fuji just let out a soft “thank you.”
That earned him the slightest smile from Tezuka, and something in his chest stirred.
Maybe, there was really this something else other than his looks that attracted Fuji in the first place.
***
THE SMILING MERMAN 5
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji, Seigaku+Hyoutei
Fuji noted, with mild amusement, that the castle had been rather busy the last few days. Rooms were being prepared and one of them was even decorated really grandly, with the color theme of purple and gold-Fuji was really curious to what kind of person would have a taste like that.
Fuji saw Kikumaru running down the hallway, and he waved a hand to catch the redhead attention. Kikumaru stopped right in front of him and cheerfully asked, “Yes, Fuji?”
Taking out his notepad, Fuji then wrote, / Why is everyone so busy lately? /
“Oh that,” Kikumaru laughed, “Did you forget? Prince Tezuka is going to have a reeeeaaaally important guest to stay with us!”
/ A guest? /
“Come on, Fuji! It’s the Prince-”
“What about me?” another deep voice join in, and both boys turn their heads to find Tezuka, still with that stoic expression plastered on his face.
Fuji flipped his notepad to another empty page and wrote, / Eiji said you’re having a guest? /
For a fleeting moment, the ex-merman thought he saw something in the Prince’s hazel eyes. Something akin to uneasiness, but he couldn’t be so sure because the immediately, the stoic mask was back full force as Tezuka replied, “Ah. My fiancée will arrive soon.”
That, in turn, made Fuji’s eyes flash with something dangerous, although it was only for a second, before he smiled pleasantly and wrote down, / I see. That must be nice. /
Tezuka just nod awkwardly before excusing himself for he still had things to do. Fuji watched the Prince walked away, unaware of a certain redhead eyeing him.
“Hey, you okay?” Kikumaru asked him, and Fuji quickly smiled brightly and nodded his head, signaling that he was okay.
/ Let’s just go and have some tennis? / Fuji suggested on his notebook then, and Kikumaru brightened considerably and started bouncing.
“Hoi! Let’s begin out secret training!!”
* * *
About three days since Fuji was told about the arrival of his potential rival regarding the Prince’s heart, the blue eyed boy found himself awaken quite early in the morning by the maids, who then ushered him to the bath immediately. They were about to help him undressed--which, to Fuji, felt suspiciously like they were trying to strip him off his clothes with such fervor--when the ex-merman hurriedly scribbled in his notepad that he wanted to take a bath by himself, now that he knew how to.
The maids relented, albeit with pouts on their faces, and told Fuji they would prepare his clothes and that he was to gather with the others on the lobby to welcome Prince Tezuka’s fiancée.
Fuji just smiled before climbing into the tub, trying to amuse himself by imagining what kind of Lady said fiancée would be.
* * *
D.Gray-Man
-UNTITLED-
Characters: Cross, Allen
The thing about Cross was, Allen couldn’t really hate him.
Yes, he collected debts as if he was breathing, and yes he often left Allen to fend for himself and made him work his bloody arse off to pay the mountain of debts while Cross went about drinking away the money they didn’t have and fucking women he deemed decent enough. And mind you, Allen still really, really resented his master for that.
But then there were these moments. They were as rare as Komui’s experiments gone right-which Allen could probably count with one hand-but also-Allen begrudgingly admitted-somewhat precious.
Now that he thought about it, he kinda missed those moments... and maybe, he also missed his Master, and the thought brought back to his mind pieces of memories during the time he was still travelling with Cross.
***
It was one cold winter night when Cross first found Allen at Mana’s grave; alone and lost. Cross hadn’t hold him or picked him up, he just crouched in front of him, saying things that may or may not made sense to him about what had just happened to him, to Mana... and if it could explain, could give him a valid reason of why he had to kill Mana after calling him back, Allen would cling to it like a lifeline.
Thus, he agreed when Cross asked him if he wanted to be an exorcist.
The redhead then told Allen to follow him, and since Allen didn’t know what to do or where to go or even what to live for except for this, follow he did.
Allen stumbled along the way. It hurt to drag his legs away from Mana. It hurt to walk forward to a place where Mana wasn’t. It hurt, it hurt, god it hurt-
And then a big hand clasped around his right wrist, forcing him to walk properly. Cross was murmuring under his breath about some stupid brat who couldn’t even walk properly, but it wasn’t the words that was registered in Allen’s head then.
It was the hand around his wrist; strong, and warm. It had felt like acceptance and purpose and home, and Allen felt it hurt less to walk forward.
***
LOOP
Characters: Allen, Kanda, Lavi.
You blink your eyes open as sleep slowly leaves you, and slowly pull yourself to sit down on the bed. You turn your head to the nightstand to greet Timcanpy, and find your golem sitting atop of a piece of paper. Seeing you awake, Tim flies away from the note to let you see what, as you find out, is a short message written in your very own handwriting.
It says, ‘Yuu Kanda. Remember him.’
A frown formed on your face as you stare at the note in confusion. Who is this Yuu Kanda, you wonder. You don’t even remember when you wrote this note, but judging by the paper, it has to be quite some time ago.
“Yuu Kanda,” you try saying the name. It sounds foreign; you’re pretty sure it’s Asian. Maybe Japanese. But strangely enough, even though it’s your first time saying the name, it easily rolls on your tongue like you’ve been saying it forever.
But what does that mean?
Your stomach growls with needs, and you decide to puzzle over the mysterious note later, maybe after breakfast, if there is no mission coming up.
In your still somewhat still sleepy state, you change into your daily clothes almost on auto-pilot, and thus you miss the inscrutable gaze your inspector has been giving you.
* * *
NONE OF THESE ARE FINISHED!! But I SWEAR I'm goona work on TSM soon. Just you wait! It's been on a hiatus for TWO YEARS after all. *shot*
LOOP might be what I'll be working on soon after. So yeah, just those two out of five that I'm sure I'll finish
Anyway, new userpic! I am now officially into YUURAM, despite barely knowing anything about the series. Byahaha... I blame rizuka and isumi_ilde for fangirling about YuuRam in front of me so often, leving me to stare blankly because I barely have any idea what they were talking about. But they're pretty enthusiastic now that I'm falling for their OTP too XD
rizuka now texts me every now and then to say "Hey, read this fic, and this, and this." or "Hey, what YuuRam fic are you reading now?" and stuff XDD
I find I love YuuRan because I'm Wolfram-biased. My heart just ache seeing Wolfram trying sooo hard to make Yuuri see him, but alas, Yuuri is dumb sometimes. But seriously, angsitng!Wolfram is my weakness now 8is an angst whore8 XDD
ANYWAAAAY~! Since I can't post fics yet, I present you.... some EXCERPTS of the half-written stuff that I WILL probably finish it...someday XDD *bricked*
Prince of Tennis
DAY 49
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji, Yuta
The shapes and colors of the scenery outside of the window blurred as the train moved at neck-breaking speed towards its destination. Tezuka stoically gazed outside, noticing how it was such a fine spring day, with the sun shining brightly up in the sky, and the beauty of cherry blossom trees in full bloom adorned the busy city of Tokyo.
It was really a fine day; too fine of a day to receive some bad news.
Like the death of a certain old teammate.
Tezuka sat expressionlessly, letting himself downing the blur scenery without really looking as his mind replayed the phone call he received earlier when he was busy signing documents in his office.
***
“Tezuka-san, it’s Fuji Yuuta,” said the voice over the other line of the phone. Tezuka didn’t blink upon knowing who his caller was, merely because blinking wasn’t included in his reflex.
“It’s been a while,” was what Tezuka said upon finding his voice back. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Tezuka couldn’t help but wonder why Fuji Yuuta would call him. And when the silence stretched, he couldn’t help the uneasiness growing in his chest. He felt like something was really wrong. For one, why did Fuji Yuuta call him? Why not his brother?
“I’m sorry for being so sudden,” Yuuta spoke again, automatically pulling Tezuka back from his thoughts. “I’ve been meaning to tell you since yesterday, but things have been so busy and my head’s been all messed up that I just remember now… but could you please come to our house? Now?”
Tezuka was silent for a second, before asking in a voice a little bit too unsteady for his liking, “why?”
“Today is… Aniki’s funeral…”
***
-UNTITLED-
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji.
“Come again?”
The frail figure of a man in his early twenties stiffened as he leaned against the pillow to support him sitting up. His blue eyes shone with doubt and disbelief and he blinked. Standing beside his hospital bed was another young man; a good-looking one, at that. The man wore rimless spectacles, had wind-swiveled dark brown locks and the look on his face was so serious that he almost believed what that man had told him, but…
“As I said, my name is Tezuka Kunimitsu, and I am your lover,” that man informed him the second time, face and tone perfectly level.
The blue-eyed young man blinked his eyes again and tried to smile, “Surely you’re joking?”
It was brief, but he didn’t miss the pain that flashed in those hazel eyes, although the look on that stern-looking face remained neutral.
“Actually, Shuusuke, coming from him, it couldn’t be a joke,” the pretty lady that claimed to be his older sister answered with a rather amused smile on her face.
The light-haired young man sat on his bed, blinking confused eyes, his exposed cerulean orbs were scrutinizing the tall man once again and the look on the latter’s face told him that he was telling the truth.
Great, he thought, he just woke up a few hours before, after-according to the doctor-having had an accident that caused the loss of his memories and been unconscious for a whole week, and the first few information he got about himself were: 1) his name is Fuji Shuusuke, 2) he is twenty-two (or five and a half, to be precise), 3) he has an older sister, a younger brother, a mother, and his father was unfortunately away at the moment, and 4) he’s gay.
“Yoshiko-san, maybe this is a bit too sudden,” Tezuka turned his head to Fuji’s mother, and she merely smiled.
“It’s okay, Kunimitsu. I think it’s better for Shuusuke to know his situation from the beginning,” the middle-aged lady smiled comfortingly.
Fuji blinked at the woman who was supposed to be his mother, and his brain started processing the additional information that: 5) none of his family seemed to mind him being gay.
Such an open-minded family he had.
“So… Tezuka-san,” Fuji started and immediately felt rather guilty at the slight frown on the other man’s brows. Right, they had been-they were-lovers. Calling him in such a formal and detached way must have hurt the bespectacled man.
“What is it?” Tezuka replied as he hastily took a step closer, and judging from his almost never-changing expression, this ‘Tezuka-san’ looked like a rather boring person. Fuji wondered if he was attracted to the man just by the appearance-he was handsome, alright-but even if he didn’t have the memories of himself, Fuji didn’t believe himself to be that shallow.
Fuji smiled politely at his lover and asked, “How long have we been lovers?”
At this, Tezuka looked a bit dubious before answering, “We were roommates since we entered college. It was… somewhere along that line that we became lovers.”
“Somewhere along that line,” Fuji repeated, confusion mixed with amusement could be heard in his tone. “So… we live together?”
“Yes, but you will stay with your family once you are released from the hospital,” Tezuka replied in more of a commanding tone, but rather than be annoyed, Fuji was somehow amused.
“Oh, are you dumping me because I have no memories?” he said lightly, meaning to just tease, really, but his smile faltered at the look of horror in Tezuka’s face.
“There is no way I would do that,” Tezuka started, voice strained from what might be anger and disappointment at the accusation. Then, his gaze softened, as did his voice when he continued, “It is better for you to get familiar with your family first. It might help you to regain your memories.”
Fuji was silent as he didn’t know how to respond. It seemed like this lover of his was a really serious person that he should be careful with his words. Not knowing what else to say, Fuji just let out a soft “thank you.”
That earned him the slightest smile from Tezuka, and something in his chest stirred.
Maybe, there was really this something else other than his looks that attracted Fuji in the first place.
***
THE SMILING MERMAN 5
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji, Seigaku+Hyoutei
Fuji noted, with mild amusement, that the castle had been rather busy the last few days. Rooms were being prepared and one of them was even decorated really grandly, with the color theme of purple and gold-Fuji was really curious to what kind of person would have a taste like that.
Fuji saw Kikumaru running down the hallway, and he waved a hand to catch the redhead attention. Kikumaru stopped right in front of him and cheerfully asked, “Yes, Fuji?”
Taking out his notepad, Fuji then wrote, / Why is everyone so busy lately? /
“Oh that,” Kikumaru laughed, “Did you forget? Prince Tezuka is going to have a reeeeaaaally important guest to stay with us!”
/ A guest? /
“Come on, Fuji! It’s the Prince-”
“What about me?” another deep voice join in, and both boys turn their heads to find Tezuka, still with that stoic expression plastered on his face.
Fuji flipped his notepad to another empty page and wrote, / Eiji said you’re having a guest? /
For a fleeting moment, the ex-merman thought he saw something in the Prince’s hazel eyes. Something akin to uneasiness, but he couldn’t be so sure because the immediately, the stoic mask was back full force as Tezuka replied, “Ah. My fiancée will arrive soon.”
That, in turn, made Fuji’s eyes flash with something dangerous, although it was only for a second, before he smiled pleasantly and wrote down, / I see. That must be nice. /
Tezuka just nod awkwardly before excusing himself for he still had things to do. Fuji watched the Prince walked away, unaware of a certain redhead eyeing him.
“Hey, you okay?” Kikumaru asked him, and Fuji quickly smiled brightly and nodded his head, signaling that he was okay.
/ Let’s just go and have some tennis? / Fuji suggested on his notebook then, and Kikumaru brightened considerably and started bouncing.
“Hoi! Let’s begin out secret training!!”
* * *
About three days since Fuji was told about the arrival of his potential rival regarding the Prince’s heart, the blue eyed boy found himself awaken quite early in the morning by the maids, who then ushered him to the bath immediately. They were about to help him undressed--which, to Fuji, felt suspiciously like they were trying to strip him off his clothes with such fervor--when the ex-merman hurriedly scribbled in his notepad that he wanted to take a bath by himself, now that he knew how to.
The maids relented, albeit with pouts on their faces, and told Fuji they would prepare his clothes and that he was to gather with the others on the lobby to welcome Prince Tezuka’s fiancée.
Fuji just smiled before climbing into the tub, trying to amuse himself by imagining what kind of Lady said fiancée would be.
* * *
D.Gray-Man
-UNTITLED-
Characters: Cross, Allen
The thing about Cross was, Allen couldn’t really hate him.
Yes, he collected debts as if he was breathing, and yes he often left Allen to fend for himself and made him work his bloody arse off to pay the mountain of debts while Cross went about drinking away the money they didn’t have and fucking women he deemed decent enough. And mind you, Allen still really, really resented his master for that.
But then there were these moments. They were as rare as Komui’s experiments gone right-which Allen could probably count with one hand-but also-Allen begrudgingly admitted-somewhat precious.
Now that he thought about it, he kinda missed those moments... and maybe, he also missed his Master, and the thought brought back to his mind pieces of memories during the time he was still travelling with Cross.
***
It was one cold winter night when Cross first found Allen at Mana’s grave; alone and lost. Cross hadn’t hold him or picked him up, he just crouched in front of him, saying things that may or may not made sense to him about what had just happened to him, to Mana... and if it could explain, could give him a valid reason of why he had to kill Mana after calling him back, Allen would cling to it like a lifeline.
Thus, he agreed when Cross asked him if he wanted to be an exorcist.
The redhead then told Allen to follow him, and since Allen didn’t know what to do or where to go or even what to live for except for this, follow he did.
Allen stumbled along the way. It hurt to drag his legs away from Mana. It hurt to walk forward to a place where Mana wasn’t. It hurt, it hurt, god it hurt-
And then a big hand clasped around his right wrist, forcing him to walk properly. Cross was murmuring under his breath about some stupid brat who couldn’t even walk properly, but it wasn’t the words that was registered in Allen’s head then.
It was the hand around his wrist; strong, and warm. It had felt like acceptance and purpose and home, and Allen felt it hurt less to walk forward.
***
LOOP
Characters: Allen, Kanda, Lavi.
You blink your eyes open as sleep slowly leaves you, and slowly pull yourself to sit down on the bed. You turn your head to the nightstand to greet Timcanpy, and find your golem sitting atop of a piece of paper. Seeing you awake, Tim flies away from the note to let you see what, as you find out, is a short message written in your very own handwriting.
It says, ‘Yuu Kanda. Remember him.’
A frown formed on your face as you stare at the note in confusion. Who is this Yuu Kanda, you wonder. You don’t even remember when you wrote this note, but judging by the paper, it has to be quite some time ago.
“Yuu Kanda,” you try saying the name. It sounds foreign; you’re pretty sure it’s Asian. Maybe Japanese. But strangely enough, even though it’s your first time saying the name, it easily rolls on your tongue like you’ve been saying it forever.
But what does that mean?
Your stomach growls with needs, and you decide to puzzle over the mysterious note later, maybe after breakfast, if there is no mission coming up.
In your still somewhat still sleepy state, you change into your daily clothes almost on auto-pilot, and thus you miss the inscrutable gaze your inspector has been giving you.
* * *
NONE OF THESE ARE FINISHED!! But I SWEAR I'm goona work on TSM soon. Just you wait! It's been on a hiatus for TWO YEARS after all. *shot*
LOOP might be what I'll be working on soon after. So yeah, just those two out of five that I'm sure I'll finish