Man, I wish I had a witty quote to go here.

'M Kay

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 09:38:45 GMT

So. Not moving. Living in Beaufort with my mom, but not moving.

I've also currently got this Zodiacs thing running in my head, and it won't leave me alone.

Also, thinking of asking a friend to celebrate my birthday with me. Which was on the thirtieth. Really I just want to spend time with him.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 02:31:30 GMT

Post the first line from your 25 most recent fanfics and try to find a pattern.

1. High school: it’s filled with drama, drama, and—unsurprisingly—even more drama.

2. I am nothing.

3. Hello.

4 My name is David Tennant…technically, David MacDonald, but anyway, I’m a thirty-seven year old actor, born and raised and Scotland, with an apartment in London, which by the way in case you didn’t know is on Earth, the fact of which I’m pointing out because I currently have no Earthly idea where I am.

5. He regarded the group in the alleyway with a small, knowing smirk.

6. It was late at night, and she should probably have gone to sleep by now, but for whatever reason, she couldn’t force herself to do it.

7. Even as he was placed in the police holding cell, Kid couldn’t help but grin.

8. “Ai-chan!”

9. It had been a bad day.

10. It’s been nine years.

11. “…Ran?”

12. “You know, I’ll always love him,”

13. TapTapTap

14. 1 New Message from:
19627240391

15. What color are your socks?

16. They locked eyes.

17. Name: Katherine Kailey Jonas

18. “Oh, wow,” Ran exclaimed breathlessly, staring at her friend in amazement, “You look beautiful, Sonoko,”

19. A pair of blue-grey eyes reflected back at her from the surface of the mirror.

20. I can’t get stung!

21. He had been in the middle of his heist, just barely at the point where he had started to gleefully taunt Nakamori-Keibu, when something Completely and Utterly Random had happened.

22. At eleven years old, Ginny Weasley had found something she had thought, as her mother had told her, she would not find until she was much older.

23. It was raining.

24. He was laughing.

25. There is nothing more delicate than a house of cards.

ETA: Pattern: Short declarative statement.

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 23:44:44 GMT

Ergh. My mood is just kinda weird today. I'm starting to wonder about some things, which I really don't feel like going into here, because they feel too personal to go in detail about in an online journal. But, here's what my thoughts have centered around today, when I've been thinking alone:

Prom
Boys
My MP3 Player
House Dinner Tomorrow
Homework I haven't yet done

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 00:03:10 GMT

He smelt so good!

For the first time today, I noticed it. He was standing next to me, asking to make sure he had his answer correct, and I had to concentrate to answer him, because for the first time, I'd noticed it, and wow...

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 22:34:08 GMT

More often than not, when I find myself logging on to Myspace or whatever, no matter if it's been an hour or ten days, I find myself wishing for something-a message, a comment, that cheerful little green and orange icon proclaiming that he's online-from him. Because I do very much like him. And part of me wishes he knew that, but still another part of me just really wishes that we were closer as friends-because then, maybe if we were, he'd start to think of me the same way I think of him. But more than likely, the idea of that is impossible-we only have one class together.

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 23:42:18 GMT

In a life made up of confusion, the curve-balls life throws at you sometimes can end up being more than a little unexpected. But the one thing that I've always been sure of is that I can count on my friends when I really need them. From the first day I moved here and met Ashley (and by association, Will), she became the largest supporting pole in my safety net. As time passed and I started to meet new people and gain more friends, they became my supporting poles too, so that my safety net gradually became larger. It's become so that when I'm up here, balancing on the tightrope we call life, I feel safe in knowing that should I ever truly fall, they will be right there to catch me. But what if they can't be?

A few days ago I overheard my dad while I was in my room talking to his girlfriend, Erica, over the phone. They were talking about jobs. More specifically, they were talking about finding new jobs. I was confused why they were talking about that, and of course I figured that my dad was looking for a new job, and I was angry that he hadn't talked to me about it. But he obviously chose not to for a reason, so I didn't say anything about it.

Today, when he was picking me up from Chelsea's, he brought it up. He said that there were complications with his job that which for privacy issues I won't be going into here, and that he'd been looking around the area for a new one. Unfortunately, none of the places he applied to have gotten back to him. But he's also applied to other places further away. One was in Virgina, and they called him back. They did a phone interview, and they want to fly him up so that they can have a proper interview. They might even offer him a job. Which might mean I'd have to move. Again. But really, even if they like him, him taking the job is actually contingent on if we can sell the house or not.

I have mixed feelings about moving. On one hand, I really don't want to move. There are so many reasons. My friends, my classes-oh. my. god. How the FUCK would my classes transfer if I moved?!?!-the fact that when we first moved here he promised me that we wouldn't be moving again until I graduated high school. But still, if we moved he promised we'd be coming down here a lot on weekends. He has Erica, I have my friends, and we both have Danielle, because she'd be staying here. Fuck. If we do move, I really, really, incredibly hope that we don't move until at least after Christmas, if not the end of the year.

But at the same time, I'm really excited about the prospect of a bigger city. I know I'd hate moving-as if I'm not confused enough with who/what I want to be. On top of that, who wants to have to make new friends?
I'm just so lost right now.

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 21:27:06 GMT

I haven't posted in such a long time. Over a year ago. Kinda felt like I should today. So I am. I don't think I have actually much to say, other than-
I'm confused. About a lot of things. Like, what do I want to do with my life? I want to make a difference-but how do I do that? What can I be that will lead me to that? A doctor? I'll be thirty before I can get anywhere with that job. A screenwriter? A teacher? A Party Planner? What? What will I do?
Who will I be?
And I'm frustrated. This is the last (nice) comment that I received in my truth box on myspace:
"I hope you find a guy who will like you as much as you like them :) and I feel bad that it hasn't exactly happened for you yet, because you're a good person."
Do you know how frustrating it is for this to be true? For me to be sixteen (seventeen in less than four months) and never have even kissed a guy? or even held hands, or had a guy say that they like you in a non-platonic way? It's beyond frustrating...It's sad. Heh. But life goes on. And so must I...despite the fact that I'm wishing so hard that I'll finally get my first kiss on my birthday. I don't think I could take it if I turned seventeen and still had never been kissed.
Sigh...
Anyway, I had this dream the other night, and I thought I'd share it. It was sweet-and one of those dreams where I woke up experiencing a feeling from the dream.
I'm not sure where we are, but it's the tail end of summer and I had been traveling with a group of people on a road trip. We've stopped time being to stretch our legs and rest a little bit before going on. There are two cars, and I'm leaning against the back of the red one. We're done resting-I have to get back inside, but I really don't want to. The car is stifling, and I'm sick of traveling. As they're waiting for me to get back inside, my crush comes around to ask me why I haven't gotten back in the car. Half jokingly, I tell him that if he wants me in the car, he's going to have to carry me in. To my surprise, he does just that, lifting me up to carry me "bridal style" to the front of the car. As soon as he lifts me up, I freak out, and screech that I'm too heavy to carry and he needs to put me down, now! But he doesn't listen, and when he's at the front of the car, he quickly kisses my cheek and sets me down, climbing into the back of the car. Confused, I'm left to wonder at what just happened as I climb into my own seat. I woke up to the mysterious feeling of his lips still on my cheek.

Sigh. That's all for now.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 07:06:23 GMT

I just finished reading it. Not including sleep, it took me somewhere around 18/19 hours to read the whole thing.

It is quite possibly my favorite in the series--it stands side by side with Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. I loved everything about it--except, perhaps, the epilouge (XC). The thing I liked most in the epilouge, and that makes me laugh a little bit (but otherwise I frown at it) is Drago's receding hairline. XD!

Another image I found completely hillarious was the end battle, where all the house elves ran out of the kitchens with knives screaming--I can't wait for the movie for this book because I know that scene alone will be brilliant! I just hope they don't cut it out; it's the only funny thing in the midst of all the angst, and the image of it made me laugh.

I cried while reading this book. I cried from the moment Snape died (omg, it made me realize he was my favorite character--and haha, in your face everyone who thought he was evil!) until Harry's acceptance of his fate of death, when I realized that there was no way in hell Harry was going to die. So I basically cried from...page 656 unil page 693, which felt like a lot longer because of all the times I had to stop and wipe my eyes.

What I love most about this book, is how JK managed to bring things kind of full circle; elements from the first book being resurected in the last. Among my favorites were these two:

"Are you a wizard or not!" from Hermione to Ron, echoing:
"Are you a witch or not!" from Ron to Hermione in the first.

And:

"Imagine, being sorted into Hufflepuff! I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" From the first book, Draco unwittingly echoing James from about 20 years earlier:
"Imagine, being sorted into Slytherin! I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

She's amazing, J.K. is! Even though I didn't particularuly like the epilouge, when I saw that it read "Nineteen Years Later" I freaked out, squealling for joy when I thought 'That's happening now!' but it wasn't...:'(

The one thing I didn't completely like (disregarding the Epilouge, of course...It'll take me a loooong time before I completely accept it as cannon) was how easily they traded ownership of wands! I know, I understand, that technically, the wand chooses the wizard, but then, shouldn't that make it harder to trade ownership? Shouldn't the wand theoretically work only for that witch or wizard? And even if it works for someone else, the idea of it strikes me as something that would be oddly intamate, using another wizard's wand. I think that it should be something more along the lines of you only being able to use someone elses wand (properly, at least) if you share a connection with that person. For instance, Harry and Voldemort could have essentially changed wands at any time, because of their connection. And Harry can use Hermione's wand, so they'd have an obvious connection because of the fact that they're very close friends (don't ask about Ron--Ron, though I love him to bits, has run off on Harry before, and so it stands to reason that while their friendship is close, their actual connection would be weaker than that of Harry and Hermione's.). But why would Harry be able to use Draco's wand? And so, based on my opinons and theorys alone, I present to you my new ship:

Dun, Dun, Dun...

HARRY/DRACO!

Which has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I still abhor Harry/Ginny...no, not at all...okay, a teeny tiny bit. I mean, COME ON! How often do things end up all neat and tidy like that in real life? Plus, Ginny, in my opinion stands symmetrical to Lily, which is just so...ew. Mother Complex, much?

Haha, if my thoughts don't make much sense, oh well. It's about as coherently as I can explain myself at the moment.

So, the midnight release party was great! I went with Ashley, and we had loads of fun. We met this guy, Dan, who was visiting from (I think) Conneticut, and he helped us with answering some of the questions on the Scavenger Hunt, and he was really fun. Nice to hang around. We stayed with him until about 11, I think, and then we stood in the growing line for an hour. We were like in the first 20/30 people to get the books, and as we stood in line, we snatched the first book and sang Hogwart's school song.

...to the rythm of "Puff the Magic Dragon" XD;

But it was great.

♥

blah

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 07:44:42 GMT

So, I notice I haven't updated here in a while.

...yeah, no excuse for that.

But I come bearing gifts! Several!

I wrote this a little while ago, in the hopes to stop myspace bulletins that say things like "repost or die1!!!" Didn't work. :P

Imagine it. You're out for a day at the park where you can just relax and have some fun. A man comes up to you, and asks kindly if you could please help him unload his car to his sailboat. He flashes you a charming smile and promises that if you want, you could get a once around the lake. You agree, but when you get to his car, there's no boat in sight. Not even a dock. Now somewhat confused, you begin to get suspicious, but just as you are about to refuse, he tells you that he parked the car here to look for someone to help unload the car with him. There are fishing poles and things that look like you would need them on a boat, so you agree. You get in the car, and he starts to drive in the direction of the marina.

When you near it, you expect him to start slowing down, but he doesn't. He continues on, saying nothing when you start to voice your protest. Soon, you're out of the throng of boats, and there are fewer and fewer people. Unable to help yourself, you start to freak. What was this man going to do to you? The area you're in is secluded, and you know there's no way you could ever out run him.

"What are you going to do to me?" You finally manage to ask, stubbornly not wanting the tears forming at the corners of your eyes to fall. You think you know what's going to happen.

"Hmmm," He mumbles quietly to himself, "What am I going to do to you indeed...?"

When the man finally stops the car, the area you're in is secluded, cut off from everyone. If you were to scream, no one would hear you. No one at all, except for him.

He exits his Volkswagen Beetle, taking something from beneath the seat, and calmly orders you out. Shaken, you obey, knowing it would probably be best not to anger him. Every second you obey is a second longer you will live. A second longer you have to hope to be rescued. A fruitless endeavor.

"Please," you beg him as he stands there, calmly, coldly, weapon in his hands, "Don't do this. Please."

But it is futile. He grins, a cruel, malicious, vindictive murderers grin, and, unable to help yourself, tears well in your eyes and you give a single, painful, shuddering breath.

He walks to you, and rooted in fear, you do nothing. He lifts his weapon of choice, a huge, heavy tire iron, and tears stream down your cheeks.

CRACK!

Your eyesight goes dark. You fall to the ground, unable to see anything. It is hard to think, but a million thoughts are racing through your brain, even though the pain is unbelievable, unbearable.

Is this really how it's going to end? With one, single, sharp blow to the head? Will you really never live until tomorrow? To see the rest of your life? Will you really never be able to accomplish anything in your life?

You hear the tire iron clatter to the pavement. The tire iron, undoubtedly soiled with your blood. You hear his footsteps, slow and casual, coming towards you.

It is so hard to think now. So hard to concentrate. But you feel it, as he touches you. First your shoulder, then your stomach. Finally, you feel it as his hand goes to your belt, and starts to undo it. You want to cry, now more than ever. But you can't, because you were already crying. You try to scream, but no words come out, just a harsh, incomprehensible gargle.

It's so hard to think. Sensations are fading. But you feel it, hear it just barely as his breath ghosts over your body, and he manages to undo the zipper to your pants.

Your eyes cloud over, going glassy. You never had a chance to do anything. Anything at all, against this man. You die, without having even been able to fight back against your assailant.

Your assailant notices as you stop breathing, but does not stop, and pulls down your pants. He rapes your dead body.

When he is done, he lifts you up, places you in a duffle bag, and zips it closed, placing your body in the trunk to be disposed of later.

Your name is Janice Ott, and your assailant Ted Bundy. Ted Bundy, the man who coined the Serial Killer term. Janice, who was kidnapped on July 14, in broad daylight, never to be seen alive again. She was not his first victim. Bundy had killed many others before her, and would kill again after. He was a serial murderer/rapist, known for attacking women and raping then killing them, or killing then raping.

In total, he is KNOWN to have assaulted 22 women, in a time span of only four years. It is thought there were more. Only five survived.

Bundy was executed via Electric chair after having been caught and tried for multiple charges of rape, kidnapping, and murder on January 24, 1984.

The story above is one I wrote to illustrate the horribleness of reality. While I have no knowledge of weather or not the above is what actually took place, Janice Ott WAS assaulted on July 14, along with Denise Naslund on the same day. Both were never seen alive again.

The story is true, though the details are fabricated. Maybe this will make you all think twice about posting bulletins with messages such as "REPOST in five minutes or someone will come from under your bed and kill you!!!"

Below are the names of Ted Bundy's victims.

1974

Joni Lenz (18, survived)
Lynda Ann Healy (19)
Donna Gail Manson (19)
Susan Rancourt (18)
Roberta Kathleen Parks (22)
Brenda Ball (22)
Georgeann Hawkins (18)
Janice Ott (23)
Denise Naslund (19)
Carol Valenzuela (20)
Nancy Wilcox (16)
Melissa Smith (17)
Laura Aime (17)
Carol DaRonch (18, survived). Escaped from Bundy by jumping out from his car in Murray, Utah
Debra (Debby) Kent (17)

1975

Caryn Campbell (23)
Julie Cunningham (26)
Denise Oliverson (25)
Lynette Culver (13)
Susan Curtis (15).

1978

Lisa Levy (20)
Margaret Bowman (21)
Karen Chandler (survived)
Kathy Kleiner (survived)
Cheryl Thomas (survived)
Kimberly Leach (12)

Cite: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Bundy#Victims

rant

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 21:13:47 GMT

Argh. I'm pissed. I'm pissed, god damnit, because everytime I want to hang out with my friends, or do something fun, I can't. It can never be impulsive. It always has to be planned. Basically the only time I ever get to see my friends outside of school is either at the movies (which we have to plan out in advance) or at parties that I set up. this is so frustrating! I just want to hang out with my friends! Can't you understand that? I want to have fun, goof off, and do something! Instead I'm stuck potatoe-ing it up at home in front of the computer because I can't get ahold of anyone, or theres no way for anyone to get together!

God, this fucking sucks.

Dear God,

Please give us cars and licenses.

kthnxbai,

Love,
Nicole

Music & Lyrics

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 03:08:42 GMT

I just got back from seeing Music & Lyrics with Ashley, Lauren, Gilberto, Emily, and Lindsey. I love that movie. I mean, the storyline alone is great in itself, but then, the fact that it has that guy (I think) from that one movie that me and my sister love...! Ahhh, it was just awesome. Everyone should go see it.

After that we went to Lotsa Late & Cream, and ordered 5 hot chocolates. I don't normally like HC, but I tried it and it was pretty good. But I got a different drink anyway. It was supposed to be a Raspberry and Mocha drink thing, but they made it wrong, and so I had Gilberto(only guy in the group) go back and correct it, because I didn't want to seem rude. They did. When he came back, it was really good, and I drank some of it, but then it started tasting like tea. Nasty Tea. We left and I threw it out. >< I don't even like coffee.

Pictures

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 01:08:34 GMT

Check out my new pictures! These are just some of them. The rest are on my myspace or Photobucket. The guy I currently like is in some of them. Myspace is here: http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=84552481

Lament!

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 22:25:01 GMT

*flails* Haley and I went shopping yesterday, and both of us found the cutest dresses at Ross'. Mine was red. Gorgeous. Haley's was black. Equally as gorgeous. I want it soooo much!!!! But I didn't get it, because I figured I'd be going to another place. But it was only 30 dollars, and there was a storewide clearence. *shoots self*

*wail~*

Life among others

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 23:21:19 GMT

Do I even have any of my readers coming over to this thing? Probably not, 'cause I'm Just That Lame. But just in case, I'll put down this note anyway. I am, I am working on the third chapter of Unlocking Destiny, but I'm having trouble with it. I've written like, three or four drafts of the opening scene, but it's just not working. I'll probably have to take a different angle to it.

I made a couple of icons. If anyone who checks this wants to use them, go ahead. Jsut make sure to credit.

Some of these I think need explanation, so...

The sixth icon, "I wear the stupid pants" was made because of an online webcomic I follow closely, called Soccer is Full of Cheese. The title is weird, but it has great art, so if you wanna check it out, just follow me. Anyway, the stupidd pants thing is a joke because only freshman have pants that matche their tie--purple pants. In fact, they're called stupid. And, I'm a freshman.

"Aunty Icka Ate My Brain" is kinda a inside joke, ickaimp is a brilliant writter who writes stuff that can make my brain explode. She likes to keep things humorous, at least to a certain extent, and so she writes some pretty Crack stuff.

"Edogawa Conan: The Pimp of Midgets" is way smaller than I want it to be. >_< But, in case you don't know, Conan is living in the body of a 7-year-old. He's really 17. He has to go to grade school, solve murder cases, and he lives in his not-girlfriend's house with her and her bumbling fool of a detective father. He has gradeshool firends, and one has a crush on him. Another girl is commonly placed with him in fanfiction. And, of course, there's the girl he loves.

"Walking on Air" is from Howls Moving Castle.

First two are Danny Phantom.

If you wanna browse my photobucket account then go ahead.

Considering all these were made in paint, I think they're pretty good. My favorite is "Liar"

I think eventually I'll attempt an animated icon.

The other day as I was comming up from lunch I saw Andrew. I was so happy; Chelsea says I blushed. But dangit I forgot to say hello to him! ARAGH!!!

Additionally, I've been watching Season Zero of Yu-Gi-Oh! on YouTube. O.o;; Is the fact that Kaiba's hair is bright lime green. Makes me want to write a fic about Mokuba commenting on how he can see his brother's roots again, because they had to die his hair back to a normal shade when he transfered, but the shade is lighter than his actual hair color.
Also watching Sailor Moon, Card Captor Sakura, and Hikaru no Go. I love YouTube.

That is all. *bows and fades out of sight*

Tom-Ficcery

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 01:41:03 GMT

Okay. So. Anyone anxiously awaiting the next installment of Unlocking Destiny will be sorely dissapointed. I know I have no reall excuse to be saying this after I didn't update for over a year, but my chapter's being stubborn. I know whats going to go on; by the middle of the third chapter it'll probably be a breeze to write, but the begining is where I'm having trouble. Hikaru and panic don't usually go hand in hand, and so I'm having trouble with it, even if I am managing to make it seem plausible.

And, also, I've decided to do an Idea Dump. I've had a previous idea dump on LJ, right over here, so this'll be my second. Too many ideas taking ove my brain at once, and usually if I get them out into the internet they leave me alone. Last time I had, like, six. This time I have over 13.

Hikaru no Go
(1) “I have a friend who plays Go. I play with him sometimes, but see, I don’t know anything about Go, so I came here to learn.”

Shindou drags Touya to where he first started to learn Go.

“Oh, Hikaru-kun! Is this the friend you were talking about that time?”

(2) Who would have thought that Shuusaku had been insane? A young archeologist finds a diary of someone who knew him. It makes many references him as insane. Sai was Shuusaku.

(3) Mitani/Hikaru Fic

When he first met him, he couldn’t stop his heart from racing. He told himself it was just a crush, that it would go away as he got to know him better, but it never did. Even now, although they haven’t even spoken to each other since Hikaru aimed for insei. But it just wouldn’t go away!

They meet up again, by chance. Mitani’s anger at Shindou following his dreams seems trivial now, and it is forgotten. When they talk, and make arrangements to meet up again, it seems as if their friendship has rekindled, and the crush that was never a crush…returns 10 fold.

(4) The real reason Mitani needed that money, why and how he stopped it.

Sailor Moon
(5) Why has Usagi never been teased for her un-Asian looks? A story that centers around the idea of this.

(6) When she thinks back, Usagi really does miss Naru. They had been friends since elementary school, so how could she not?

Magic Kaitou/Detective Conan
(7) Heiji/Kaito/Kid
Meet and greet. Their dance was a friendly one, at first. But what began as a teasing friendship, sure as hell didn’t end that way. And it was an accident, too.

(8) Heiji/Kaito/Kid
It was after a heist. He was in disguise as a she. The two of them met. ‘Her’ heart races as they talk, and again when he asks ‘her’ out, in a way that has nothing to do with the possibility of being caught. She falls fast and hard, and is suddenly unwilling to let the relationship die. They never kiss, because latex doesn’t feel like flesh, and he always assumed that she was shy. It doesn’t matter with her, though, not with her. It was like a house of cards, her lies; ready to collapse at any moment with just the wrong sort of breath.

Eventually, the cards fell.

One day she runs into the doorjamb as they’re leaving, and she tears her mask. He insists on seeing her wound, and sees the tear in her skin. Heiji pulls it all the way off, and Kaito is left open, vulnerable, his poker face having been torn off with hers. His eyes are wide with raw emotion, and he almost feels that at any moment, he could start crying and be unable to stop.

Heiji is at a loss. The girl he had been falling in love with…was actually a guy. And worse, he was Kaitou Kid. Had everything he known about her been pure fabrication, a personality to go with his character? Had sHE been using him? Toying with him? For what?

He is angry. He should turn her in. Part of him, the part created solely out of hatred and confusion, honestly wants to. But…he doesn’t really want to, even now. He runs. His conflicting emotions, reeking havoc on his very soul, make it hard for him to concentrate. He has something he needs to think about.

The summer is ending, and Kaito, Jii, and his mother are returning to Tokyo.

Heiji catches up to them.

~~~

“Wait--! Ah! Masami…no, Kid..uh,” he falters, unsure of what to even call the person he’d spent most of his summer with.

Luckily, he has the answer. “My name is Kaito.”

“Kaito. Kaito, I…can’t turn you in. I…my heart hurts whenever I even think about it. I can’t do it. You may not have been serious, or were just pretending, but you… are someone I can’t forget. And maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but I think maybe I fell in love with you.”

Kaito stopped breathing. Literally stopped, for a full 10 seconds, until Jii poked him, reminding him that yes, he did in fact need oxygen to survive.

Shakily, Kaito looked at him, just as vulnerable as he had been when his mask had first been ripped off. “Really?”

Heiji nodded.

Kaito touched his shoulder, hand clenching around the fabric of the detective’s t-shirt. Then, he pulled him hard, to him, placing his lips firmly on the other boys.

It was a breathtaking first kiss. For both of them—as well as several passerby who saw the two teenage boys spontaneously kiss at the train station—but it lasted only a few short seconds.

Both pulled away, very nearly still in one another’s embrace, and smiled. They had wanted to do that for a very long time.

“Write me,” Kaito said.

“Call me,” suggested Heiji.

“Chase me,”

“Catch you,”

And as if to prove his point, they kissed again, this time a slightly teasing battle for dominance, a promise of things to come, and a sort of Haha,-no-you-won’t and I-will-too. When they pulled away, both were grinning. Kaito’s eyes were once again alight with the mischief he hadn’t felt in days.

*Last call for all passengers departing to Tokyo, last call!*

“Bye,” Kaito whispered as he pulled away and his family boarded the train.

‘No,’ thought Heiji as he waved the train goodbye, ‘Not goodbye. This is only the beginning.’

He smiled.
Owari
-Omake-
“Get him!”

Kaito grinned, turned several corners in quick succession, and forced himself to swallow a scream as he felt hands wrap around his waist. Quick, warm lips descended upon his own and he moaned softly, kissing back.

They pulled apart.

“Told you I’d catch you,” Heiji’s breath mingled with his own, ghosting seductively against Kid’s lips.

“How’d you know where I was going?”

“I know you,”

“Mmmm,” he murmured in agreement, before they kissed again.

When they pulled back, Heiji was grinning.

“What’s this for?” Kid asked, tapping a gloved finger against the upturned corner of his lover’s mouth.

“You’ll see.” He detached himself fully from his thief’s arms, and opened his mouth.

“He’s over here!”

“Aw, shit.”

And he took off running.

The officers arrived just in time to see the tail end of his white cape whip around another corner, and Hattori slide down to the floor in a fit of wild laughter.

(9) Shinichi had once said that even if it were someone he cared about, if they had committed a crime, he would send them to jail.
Now, when he’s faced with the idea of the love of his life being a criminal, will he own up to his words?
Shin/Kai

(10) To a seven (almost eight!) year old Saguru, his dreams are more than just dreams. They were connections with his friends. One friend in particular called himself The Mad Hatter. Mr. Hatter would visit him in his dreams, and he did so regularly for six months, until his final visit, about a week from Hakuba’s birthday.

What had started as a routine literature assignment had turned into so much more.
There was a reason Hakuba’s favorite book was Alice in Wonderland.

~~~
“There must have been a reason my dad was visiting you, Hakuba. Maybe…maybe he thought you could help him find what he lost his life searching for.”
~~~

He engaged in Magick, under a malevolent witch, in order to find Pandora.

To awake his suppressed memories, Akako Hypnotizes Hakuba, and sends him back to his last meeting with Kuroba Toichi.

(11) Why is Gin so adamently after Shiho? He blames her for Akemi's death. They were childhood friends, one step away from lovers.

Yu Yu Hakusho
(12) A demon has escaped into the human world and hiddne himself among the students at a high school. He is extreemly dangerous, and has perfected masking his youkai. He must be stopped. Unfortounatly, they can only narrow the field down to a district. For safety purposes, Hiei and Kuwabara were enrolled together.
A Hiei/Kuwabara growth fic.

(13) Someone has declared that they are Yukina's brother! What's Hiei to do? His team-mates have voulenteered to watch over her and not leave her alone with him until they figure out what is going on.

Naruto
(14) There is an old law in Konoha. It says that any missing nin, upon returning to the village of their own free will, is to be treated as a normal, respectable citizen until the time of their hearing. Itachi returns to Konoha to make his brothers life hell. As the oldest living son of the Uchiha's, he is the rightful owner of the entire Uchiha Compound, and soul gurdian to Sasuke. Itachi makes his life living hell for weeks, until it's almost time for trial. Then, he disappears and is gone.

(15) Naruto/any other male character
Old fears are hard to get over, and old wounds hard to close. Naruto falls in love. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. He's okay with the fact that he's gay, but the majority of Konoha is stuck in the middle ages when it comes to gays. He's terrified that if he's open with the village, he will only be shunned even more. He doesn't want the village to hate him. And so, he forces himself and his lover into a life a secrecy. Eventually, it's too much to handle, and one day when Naruto's being hit on, he snaps, and angrily tells the other person to back off because Naruto was his! It sets the ball in motion.

CSI
(16) The story is told from the POV of the victems ghost as she watches the team solve her case. She's not bitter about it, andviews it with a sort of crude humor. Mainly, she follows Grissom.
~~~
"Socks? For her birthday?" Cathren views the bundled socks with confusion. They were brought from the room, spattered with blood.

"Hey, I wanted those. They keep my feet warm! Well, they did." She looks down at her transparent feet, slightly baffled expression on her face. "Am I still allowed to refer to myself in the present tense?" She continues to ramble, muttering to herself, until she hears Worrick speak.

"So we've got a dead 15 year old girl who got socks for her birthday, and a pair of sewing sissors."

"--Which suck, by the way. Have you ever tried cutting through plastic with sewing sissors? It's damn well not easy."
~~~
Girls ghost responds to Grissoms witty end line. He almost seems to hear her...open interpritation. He walks down to the lockers.

Orriginal
(17)After an extremely difficult test which she’s sure she failed, Saku finds an eraser. Not finding anybody to claim ownership to it, she keeps it for herself, and she uses it for her next test. And whoa! What should appear as she erases her crappy answers? The correct ones! She finds out her eraser can be used for more than just getting correct answers! It can even erase ink, and when you erase someone’s words with it, their true meaning appears! Gradually, Saku looses faith in everyone around her.
T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
Eventually, she looks back on herself, and throws the eraser into the fire. She tries to forget about it, but the next time she takes a test, there it is! Finally, she goes to set things right with her friends, and they destroy the eraser. It never plagues her again.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I should be working on my project...yeah, right...

Wed, 22 Nov 2006 02:01:07 GMT

Step One

- Make a post (public, friends-locked, filtered... whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 mumblemumble holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fun ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

- If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.

- Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step Two

- Surf around your flist (or friend’s friends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:

- If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call.

There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just... wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.

1.) Icon of Ashton Kutcher in a white suit, blue shirt, and red tie, with Kid's top hat and monocle minaped over him.

2.) 'Poster' Art for The Loved and The Loveless: Sex, Love, Lies and Games with Saguru, Heiji, and Shinichi.

3.) Blanket Scenario fic WITHOUT snow.

4.) New Stereo

5.) PS2

6.) Dark Cloud 1&2

7.) Kingdom Hearts

8.) Zelda Collectors Editon 4-in-1

9.) A visit from my favorite authors (Icka, that kinda means you) and my Kari-neechan.

10.) A new computer

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 21:42:34 GMT

Something seems to be really off today with my family. Things got off with a lame start today, mainly because of my dad. He's owed me about eighty bucks for over a month now, which has dwindled down to fifty because of my party, and he kept saying he'd pay me. So today what does he do? He pulls the money out of his wallet and says "Do you know what I have for you?" and counts out a 20, another 20, and a 10.
"My money" I say. "Can I have it?" And I hold out my hand for it.
"No"
"WHAT?!"
"You have bad experience with bringing money to school and getting it stolen out of your purse."
Yeah. Okay. That happened, what, twice? So I lost a total of 10 bucks five months apart from each other. AND it happened over two years ago, back in seventh grade. Since then I haven't ever let my purse out of my sight, nor have I ever had a large amout of money stolen from me. Plus, the two times that I had my money stolen from me it was only stolen because I was wearing a skirt and had to put my money in my purse.
I'm wearing pants today. Days I wear pants I keep my money in my pockets. People don't steal money out of my pockets. I'd notice.
Then he later, once he put my money in my room (which was stupid since we were already in the car) he gives a half-assed appology, "You were right, Nicole. I appologize."
That was like, FUCK YOU.

But School-wise I had a great time. I thought today was gonna S-U-C-K!, but it didn't. It seems as if the Cosmic Karma surrounding me refused to allow me to keep myself down today. Chelsea gave me some new Naruto Cards, Haley let me rant to her, we have a new girl Katie in our Algebra 1 class (who was in my Algebra class last year ^_^) whose also in my World History and Physical Science classes.
In English we started TKAM. We have to finish the 1st chapter tonight.
In Study Hall Damien, Haley, and I passed notes. Just because I feel like it, I'll let everyone who reads my journal also read my notes. The first person is the initiator of the note passing. I'll be purple, Haley Bold, and Damien Italisized.

Me--Haley
To:
Haley
Hola, Princess Haley!
Hi I don't want to go to keyboarding right now it sucks
I know. You know what, though? I think I caught Ruben staring at me again in science. :/
I don't know I don't like him but he might like you
Ew. Seriously, ew. *twitches*
lol thats funny he just freaks me out.
Uh-huh. He was either staring at me or at Ashtin, but I don't think it was Ashtin.
for all we know it could have been Stefan lol
No, when he was staring Stefan had already moved. It's really creepy.
EWWWW thats gross he is so EWWW
I know. You know what's kind of odd, though? It sucks, and I know I shouldn't, but I think I'm starting to like Trent. But I still like Andrew. :( *confused*
OMG Me too. for some reason Trent got hotter, in Math I catch myself looking at him for some reason and I can't get him out.
of your mind? Me too. I think it 'cause we can't see the tops of his ears anymore, haha. But, still... :/
I know. I also like this other guy but I can't stop thinking about Trent--and I know his hair grew fast.
Who's the other guy? Also, OMG, when Kwyn asked me to describe my dream (one w/ Trent in it) I blushed so hard!
did you tell him? And his name is --protecttheinnocent!-- and he is in my 2 block and I see him looking at me all the time and I start to look at him too and he just looks at me and he is so hot.
------Insert Note Dwindilage------

Me--Damien
To:
Damien
Hi!
Hallo, wei seind sei
Buah?!
Hello, how are you?
Fine. U? Meh toe hurts, still.
Awwz bob is sorry.
Bobby...! D: Oh, right-I thought you weren't talking to Keri?
I try to limit my exposure but she /is/ gettingg better. she's less bitchy now.
Oh, Okay. That's good, I guess.
<3 U, BOB!
Aww Bob is lurved. ^_^--omg! perfection in a can
ROTFLMFAO
Haha. Microwavable spotted dick in a can. (^_^)
What the Christ??
Haha. Puddick w/ raisens popular in England. (Not pudding)
What is it then? Sounds like pudding...
It's like pudding, but thicker. Almost like...underbaked cake, I think.
disgusting
----More note dwindilage----

I had a (minor) confrontation with Will today. Sort of cornered him after scool and was like, "Hey, you didn't wave to me!" He claimed not to have seen me. The whole conversation was about 7 sentences, and the longest we've had since the end of last year. I left him with these parting words and a small push:

"You never see me anymore."

Before I walked away.

Well, after that, my mom picked me up after school. And she yelled at me for not getting in the car fast enough, which wasn't my fault. All her stuff always completely covers the back seat. I couldn't have sat down immediatly even if I'd wanted to, not without several things poking me in the ass at once at least. I was just moving the stuff so I could sit, and she yells, "Just get in the car!"

e.e Yeah. YOU get in the backseat and have millions of things poke YOU in the ass.

But, overall I had a good day. ^____^

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hfdkal

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 02:03:54 GMT

http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g256/CryLittleSister1412/hfdkal.jpg

This is Talon, Trent, Ruben, and Andrew (obviously). Ruben's hispanic--I accidently made him look Muslim.

And, from my Journal that I wrote in keyboarding today:

November 2, 2006

What the heck? Am I releasing some kind of pheromone that makes members of the opposite sex act weird around me? Because seriously, what the hell? It almost seems like—like guys have been drawn to me lately. Not all guys, mind you, but some guys. Ruben, Talon, Trent…..?? Ruben I think is weird/creepy. I’ve seen him staring at me in Science and he talks to me weird; almost like he knows me, or like he wants to know me. And then Talon is just acting like—I don’t know! It’s like he likes me, or something. I can’t explain. And then also Trent—he’s so cute. I’ve written about him before, and how much he confuses me, but it hasn’t gotten any better. He still completely confuses me. He’s one of the “Popular People” and it’s like he’s trying to pull me into the “Popular Group” and he makes me want to do that. But he has a girlfriend, and if he weren’t so confusing I could—would, well, maybe. I don’t know. And then their’s still Andrew. Do I still like him? I think I do. He’s cute. I don’t see him as often, though. I’m just confused. Why does high school have to be so confusing?

All my love,
Nicole

I should go write my thing for english now. Ugh.

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 00:33:17 GMT

Daylight savings time screws me up. I went to sleep at about 2-ish, right after Ashley left, and just woke up a couple of minnutes ago. I really thought it was time for school, got up, started getting dressed, and then realized my clock said PM. So, I just got back into my Pjs and came downstairs.

After my party, several people left things here. Ashley left her bracelets, Lauren her earring(s?), and Sarah her CD and apron to her costume. :P

The party was tons of fun--we talked so much that we stayed up until 5/6 in the morning(at least I did, the last two hours a movie was on and I think everyone but me fell asleep immediatly.) Will came up alot, unfortounatly, and we talked about him and how we think he's either on drugs, in denile about being gay, or both.

We also held a Seanse to channel Tyrrel(SP?) Pickny. I was outside the circle, so I could watch, and I didn't like it. I think we managed to get him, but not without another joining in. Near the end, we heard this laugh, and then...we dismissed Tyrrel, and I made everyone close the seanse. It was too freaky.

So, yeah. That was pretty much it.

Halloween Par-tay

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 19:16:56 GMT

My Halloween Party is today(Horray!)! I'm baking the cakes now, so will come back and write more once I'm finished with them.

I CHICKENED OUT!

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 00:44:59 GMT

I saw you looking sad today,
and I just wanted to push it away
Make you smile and make you laugh
Like you make me everyday

Eeek! I was going to do it! I was going to go up to Andrew and tell him that I like him and ask him out, and I was even mooving, but I chickened out about 3 meters from him! Grr! :(

Mini poem above is about how I saw Andrew this morning and he looked kinda confused, so, yeah...

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 01:14:22 GMT

I'm in such a good mood. And I have been all day. I don't know why, but ever since I woke up this morning I've been in a good mood. Managed to find something else that makes Nick scream bloody murder. Tentacle Scenes. XDD

But that wasn't even the best part! The best part was at the end of the day, when I was hanging out with Haley and Talon. Who do you think walked out? Andrew.

I'd just started to say something to Talon or yell at him or something, with "Talon--" I never got farther than that. I saw him walking by, stopped mid-sentence, and stared at him. And then he smiled at me and waved! My heart jumped.

I was frozen, and then denied that he had been waving at me, and it took a minute or two of convincing for me to believe that he actually had. Then I was grinning for five minutes straight, and have been smiling the whole day.

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 22:53:39 GMT

I got my hair cut today at Walmart. :/ I didn't particularly like them, because they don't talk to you. My hair's now layered at the ends and I have bangs. Unfortounatly, I think I look stupid with my hair up, so I can never do that again. I just don't have a face for bangs.

I also got three new bras. I like 'em. They're push up and cute.

I didn't get the chance to call you, Ashley. *wince* Sorry. My hair took awhile, and then I had to go back because I didn't like it the first time. Blergh.

I'm generally happy. In a good mood after we fixed my hair.

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 01:48:40 GMT

The most entertaining thing that has happend to me all day is when I took Rocky for his walk. Tigger accompined us, following. A lot of people thought he was another dog. ^_____^

I don't see Ashley alot. That sucks. So, in honnor of you, Ashley, I'll tell you whats going on eith me. I can't say everything, but, you know.

I am (once again) totally in love with Andrew. Wanna know why? I see him twice a week on my way to lunch. Tuesdays and Thursdays. I wore my "Schoolgirl Outfit" on Friday before I figured that out and planned to say hi to him, but he wasn't there. Then I figured it out.
Haha. You know what? I picked out this icon the first time I liked him. Can you see why? ^.^

I should be getting my hair cut tomorrow. Hopefully either at Penny's or Wally-world. I'm also hoping that in addition to getting my hair shaped so it doesn't just hang there, I want to get highlights and a small dark purple streak.

*shrugs* that's really all I can think of. I'll probably call you tomorrow to see if you and Will want to hang out.

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 04:38:53 GMT

I almost literally cannot stop smiling. I had such a great time at the football game/dance that I don't even care how exhausted I am! I'm hungry too; the only thing in my stomach is about five sodas.

In the begining, at the football game, I was a little disapointed, but eventually I started having fun. It was me, Ashley, Lindsey, Damien, Carie(sp???), and Sarah. Out of nowhere, Damien starts telling me about how Carie is whoreing out Brian and Adam, and she says "Sucky, Sucky five dollar! No? Sucky, Sucky two-fifty! They love you long time!". Then he says he's going to get them to dance for me. XD He does it! He says it's my birthday so they'll do it for free, and it's also my late/early birthday gift, since he missed my birthday back in December.

Our team won, so that was great, 27 to 14!

At the dance I noticed this guy Damien pointed out earlier as "The guy who refuses to have fun." was hanging back on the wall. I'd already been dancing with Sarah, and I mentioned to her that we should get him to dance. We go get Carie and ~~ask~~ perswade him to join us. He's really cute; kind of has that shy thing going for him, and his name is Spencer. Most of the time, if we weren't taking a break, we were dancing around him or with each other. I kinda learned how to dance to, and so did Ashley(She danced! She really did dance!). Turns out while I was dancing Philip was standing around behind me and poking fun. Ashley told me, so that accounts for why she would only give me a weak smile at some points, but I honestly didn't care. Philip can go screw himself, the loser!

I had so much fun. I think I may go to all the dances. :)

Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	erotic
Your hugs are...	gentle
Your eyes...	burn into my heart
Your touch is...	the only thing I desire
Your smell is...	refreshing
Your smile is...	encouraging
Your love is...	one of a kind