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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 11:43:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>unhealthy obsession                  shou/saga</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: Unhealthy obsession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Hirachan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: R (just to be on the safe side)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warning: murder, cannibalism&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: do not own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pair: shou/saga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summary: Shou is &amp;lsquo;special&amp;rsquo;, what happens when he meets his other half and refuses to let him go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This fic is un-betaed. If you can offer please give me your email ^^.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou jumps as he feels the paper bag give way under his hands. Despite his attempts to save the oranges from falling onto the floor, he fails. Mumbling apologies to the shoppers around him, Shou beet red quickly picks up the fruit that was still rolling under counters and trolleys. A hand holding the fruit appears in front of his face, looking up Shou sees a blonde man with big sunglasses smiling down upon him. To others it may have seems like a normal guy who seemed to like skinny jeans too much, but to Shou it was an angel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Want a coffee? My treat&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mumbled &amp;lsquo;ok&amp;rsquo; could be heard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;I really&amp;hellip;.like you&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cigarette pauses midair was Saga looks over and smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind an ear a whispered &amp;lsquo;I like you too&amp;rsquo; could be heard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;***********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Saga happy 5 months! I made dinner tonight, it took awhile but I finally did it! Aren&amp;rsquo;t you proud of me? Here come and sit down&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou attempts to take Saga&amp;rsquo;s jacket off as he pushes Saga towards to candle lit dinner with the bottle of wine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;I need to say something, I think you should sit down&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Why? Is it something important?&amp;rsquo; Shou yells back as he heads into the kitchen to complete cutting apples for the pie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;I think we should break up&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saga watches Shou&amp;rsquo;s back which has tensed up, the knife paused midair. He loved Shou but over the months Shou has developed the mentality that they were going to last forever. Saga was only 20 and he still wanted to play around. Not to mention he also have a fianc&amp;eacute;e back in the countryside that his parents picked for him waiting for him, but Shou doesn&amp;rsquo;t need to know that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Please Saga, please don&amp;rsquo;t do this&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s not you Shou, you&amp;rsquo;re a great guy and all but&amp;hellip;this&amp;hellip;us, it&amp;rsquo;s not going to work out.&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And with that Saga picks up his jacket from the sofa and heads for the door. Hearing pounding footsteps and a scream he turns only in time to see Shou plunge the knife into his neck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou turns to stove off and puts the stir fry into a plate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Saga, sweetie you want some? It&amp;rsquo;s ok if you don&amp;rsquo;t want any, you can have some later&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou kisses Saga&amp;rsquo;s lips as he cuddles up against his warm body and watches the sports channel. Ignoring the blood that was soaking into the sofa, Shou sits up and whispers into Saga&amp;rsquo;s ear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Didn&amp;rsquo;t you promise me that you&amp;rsquo;re heart will always be mine?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking a blanket to cover up the hole in Saga&amp;rsquo;s chest, Shou continues to eat his stir fry with teriyaki heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 10:37:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome to club suju                        4/?</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: &lt;b&gt;Welcome to Club Suju&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group: Korean boy group, Super junior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pair: hankyung/Sungming, heechul/? + more coming up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Hirachan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: PG for now, may go up later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summary: &lt;i&gt;Set in Osaka Japan, Hankyung falls in love with someone from a famous host club. How far will he go to get noticed? Or he will be cruelly thrown aside for profits and fame?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chap: 4/?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For other chapters please visit my LJ account, it&amp;rsquo;s all posted there. Please enjoy reading and don&amp;rsquo;t forget to comment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s note: This chapter is unbeta-ed since I am still looking for a beta! Please offer if you can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hankyung collapses on the kitchen tiles exhausted. It&amp;rsquo;s been 4 hours but he finally managed to clean up the mess the club was in considering there were buckets of old vomit stuffed into broom closets. He found out when he stepped into one while reaching for a third mop. From the looks of it, the person had chicken as he could see chunks of it floating on the top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leeteuk struggles a smile of encourage from his corner, he was absolutely drained from last night but he couldn&amp;rsquo;t afford the luxury of going home like the others. He had to overlook Hankyung&amp;rsquo;s first time working at the club, as he couldn&amp;rsquo;t afford to trust him alone in it yet. Lighting another cigarette he attempts to push back the sleep that he desperately needed but fails. Drifting off, the last thing he notices is Hankyung covering him with a jacket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hankyung looks around the club as he finish rinsing off the glasses, minus the mess and the people the club looks very stylish even to the point of classy. However this was an illusion as in reality Club Suju is a host club, created to leech of women&amp;rsquo;s money no matter their age or occupation. Although his new owner is surprising nice regardless of his occupation and from the looks of it Hankyung is pretty sure the Yakuza doesn&amp;rsquo;t employ slight men with blonde hair in tight pants, unless they expect their assassins to kill victims with leather and hair spray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kangin enters the club&amp;rsquo;s back entrance, cursing the flu that has prevented his appearance at the club for 3 days. He prayed that his customers would understand, he wanted that new jacket that is at Men&amp;rsquo;s 96. He waited all morning for his beloved Leeteuk to stumble home into their apartment then into their bed. However his waiting was in vain, automatically he runs to the club cursing the members that probably locked him inside, too wasted off their heads to notice. Bursting through the doors he freezes as he notices a stranger leaning over his darling mummy, letting out a massive roar he flings Hankyung to the side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leeteuk wakes to shouts of &amp;lsquo;Rapist&amp;rsquo;, &amp;lsquo;impure my beloved mummy&amp;rsquo; and several more high pitched screams of rapist that he recognises as Kangin&amp;rsquo;s. After a blank moment, he wipes the drool off his mouth, pushes the dreams of Kim Chi noodles aside and jumps in to rescue Hankyung&amp;rsquo;s corpse. After multiple attempts of breaking up the fight and threatening Kangin with no sex, misunderstandings was pushed aside with Kangin sulking in the corner and Leeteuk fixing Hankyung&amp;rsquo;s injuries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;For the last time, I am NOT cheating on you, you insecure wiener&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;But but&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;No buts! Remember last time?! You resorted to humping pillows because you didn&amp;rsquo;t get any for 2 weeks&amp;rsquo; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Turning away and attempting to block out the conversation behind him, it&amp;rsquo;s obvious to Hankyung these 2 were in a relationship. Kangin was the opposite to Leeteuk who radiated rainbows and sunshine. After their fight he was someone Hankyung did not want to piss off, despite being a black belt in Chinese karate he did not want to hit a club senior. He needed this job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s settled then?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;fine&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;stop sulking. Stop. Stop. STOP&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry&amp;hellip;can we still have sex?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s settled then Hankyung! Since your good looking and the club&amp;rsquo;s business is quickly expanding. You won&amp;rsquo;t be cleaning in the morning anymore, you&amp;rsquo;ll join us during the night and clean as we go. Prepare yourself and get heaps of sleep for tonight!&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck. Hankyung was hoping he could avoid seeing Sungmin again.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 10:03:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome to Club Suju               3/?</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: Welcome to Club Suju&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group: Korean boy group, Super junior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pair: hankyung/Sungming, heechul/? + more coming up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Hirachan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: PG for now, may go up later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summary: &lt;i&gt;Set in Osaka Japan, Hankyung falls in love with someone from a famous host club. How far will he go to get noticed? Or he will be cruelly thrown aside for profits and fame?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chap: 3/?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For other chapters please visit my LJ account, it&amp;rsquo;s all posted there. Please enjoy reading and don&amp;rsquo;t forget to comment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s note: This chapter is unbeta-ed since I am still looking for a beta! Please offer if you can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leeteuk walks down the busy street, soaking up all the warm healthy sunshine he could. It&amp;rsquo;s been ages since he&amp;rsquo;s been out this early in the morning, although his body protested he was on a mission today. Angel Teuk was on a mission to save his beloved&amp;nbsp;children from the mountain of vomit that was lurking in every dark corner of the club. With that powerful charisma radiating off his body, he unknowingly made 10 women faint as they walked past him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hankyung sits at the caf&amp;eacute;, nursing the same cup of coffee from 20 minutes ago. Although he couldn&amp;rsquo;t really afford another cup, he was considering on doing so since the owner is glaring at him. He could tell he wanted him to leave and free up the table for the other customers. But he cannot be polite today, Hankyung is meeting up with a potential future employer for a job he desperately needs. He saw the ad last week while flipping though the local paper and noticed that a cleaner was needed. Although the times are unclear, there was a big promise of good pay. After going to Club Suju he couldn&amp;rsquo;t afford to take the bus to school for a week, meaning he ended up running every morning to make it in time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;You must be&amp;hellip;.Hankyung?&amp;rsquo; Leeteuk smiles down upon the younger man, he looked sweet and by the looks of it poor too. Hankyung stares at the man standing over him before glancing down realising he was being rude. Although the man wasn&amp;rsquo;t as old as he expected, everything of him screamed money. From his clothing to the way he carried himself. Squeezing his eyes shut and muttering for blessing from his mother, Hankyung smiles and offers a greeting. &amp;lsquo;How did you know it was me?&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Well, you are sitting at the table I asked for over the phone right?&amp;rsquo; Leeteuk smiles after ordering a coffee, he always turned up at least 30 minutes late. This helped him quickly distinguish who is more committed and loyal, especially to work at his club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Can I see your resume?&amp;rsquo; Hankyung stares back in awkward silence, &amp;lsquo;I&amp;hellip;don&amp;rsquo;t have one.&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;I see&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; Leeteuk frowns, he needed someone with experience. &amp;lsquo;But I have experience! It&amp;rsquo;s just&amp;hellip;I can&amp;rsquo;t afford a computer.&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;I see! Well that&amp;rsquo;s no problem then, I just wanted to do a background check with your past employers. Can I have their numbers then?&amp;rsquo; After quickly writing them down Leeteuk tucks it away into his jacket and continues their conservation. Hankyung answers the questions as much as he could but with confusion, he didn&amp;rsquo;t get why Leeteuk wanted to know about his background, where he came from or what he did. However he was not one to question as he needed this job more than anyone else in the world, the landlady is being very generous for letting him postpone his rent again this month. He felt so bad and tried to repay her by doing odd jobs but it went against his morals as he feels he&amp;rsquo;s taking advantage of her kindness. She was even letting him eat at her place with her family as he cannot afford proper food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Well Hankyung, you got the job&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;pardon? Didn&amp;rsquo;t you want to do a background check on me? It&amp;rsquo;s so soon&amp;rsquo; Leeteuk smiles as the Hankyung stutters on, he found it adorable. He could tell from the moment he saw him that Hankyung would be better for the job than the others before him, however he needed to make sure before going with his gut. After paying for his coffee and he leads Hankyung out of the caf&amp;eacute;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking in silence gave Leeteuk time to think about Mr. Taku, their old cleaner. Although he was old and in Eunhyuk&amp;rsquo;s eyes super ancient, he was great not only great in maintaining the club but also giving them guidance when they just started. There were times when Leeteuk would just sit and rant about his relationship problems and Mr. Taku would mop the floors while listening then give a simple sentence of advice that meant everything. When he fell and broke his leg while mopping the toilets, it finally dawned on everyone that he was finally getting too old to be there for them anymore. His wife thought so too and within a week both of them were packed and returning to the countryside with be with their grandchildren. Out of the whole club, it was Leeteuk who cried the most in private. It was like losing a father even though he never really had one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shaking his head of the thoughts he turns to Hankyung who is gaping at the club&amp;rsquo;s entrance. Although it was daytime it was no doubt in his mind, that Hankyung recognises this place but he can&amp;rsquo;t quite put a finger on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Well this is it, Hankyung welcome to Club Suju.&amp;rsquo; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 13:04:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>baby lets go sexting</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title: baby lets go sexting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pairing: Uruha/Aoi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: M&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: hirachan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Genre: humour/romance/sexual&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi and Uruha decide to go shopping on their own however since they love each other so much, they can&amp;rsquo;t help themselves but text.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi: Baby find anything yet??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: nope&amp;hellip;there&amp;rsquo;s a cute guy that just walked past me xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi&amp;hellip;.WTF!? WHERE THE HELL IS HE!? RIP HIS BALLS OFF, THAT&amp;rsquo;S IT IF HE HAS ANY! &amp;gt;=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha:&amp;hellip;.err..i was joking??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi&amp;hellip;*cough* I knew that&amp;hellip;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: AHAHAH I FOUND A BANANA&amp;hellip;reminds me of u ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi: is it BIG? Buy it then ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: it&amp;rsquo;s a banana lolly&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi:&amp;hellip;.r u implying I&amp;rsquo;m SMALL?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: no no! u very&amp;hellip;convenient size&amp;hellip;easy for travel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi: I hate you so much, that&amp;rsquo;s it! U r getting ur pubes waxed, we r going to the wax salon after this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: OMG NO it hurts u know! And without my pubes I feel like a chick! It MAKES ME MANLY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi: NO it doesn&amp;rsquo;t, makes u look like the wolfman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: that&amp;rsquo;s it! Im buying that Aoi doll, voodooing it and sticking a pin in its dick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi: it&amp;rsquo;s a doll, it doesn&amp;rsquo;t have a dick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: exactly aoi EXACTLY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi: omg just hurry up and buy ur stupid hair straighter and wheat juice. Im tired of waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: aoi&amp;hellip;I love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi: we r stilling going to the waxing salon =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha: fuck u &amp;gt;=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 12:41:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome to Club Suju</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: Welcome to Club Suju&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group: Korean boy group, Super junior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pair: hankyung/Sungming, hankyung/? + more coming up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Hirachan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: PG for now, may go up later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summary: &lt;i&gt;Set in Osaka Japan, Hankyung falls in love with someone from a famous host club. How far will he go to get noticed? Or he will be cruelly thrown aside for profits and fame?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chap: 2/?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For other chapters please visit my LJ account, it&amp;rsquo;s all posted there. Please enjoy reading and don&amp;rsquo;t forget to comment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s note: This chapter is unbeta-ed since I am still looking for a beta! Please offer if you can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s been a week since Hankyung has found the hidden club although it was tucked away on a quiet street, it seemed to have no problem getting customers. Some of them looked even more important and fancy than the usual host club goers which in this case consisted mainly of young women, many whom were still in their business suits. Hankyung frowns at a giggling group of women as they wander past him and towards the evaluator which leads up to the club. He hated the host scene, he hated the false promising love the men offered women who were willing to pay. That&amp;rsquo;s pretty much what his host father did before he abandoned the family for a much bigger moneybag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shaking his head to push away the thought, he glances at the sing above the doorway again. This was most defiantly the place, the man of his dreams was on that sign. For every night Hankyung had to embarrassingly glance at the picture on this phone before going to sleep, by coming here he&amp;rsquo;s sure that once he meets the guy in person all his dreams will shatter due to his horrible personality and money grabbing techniques.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After much prepping himself he walked out from behind the dumpster and crossed the road, heading for the elevator. If he chickens out he can just ask for directions to the nearest McDonalds and bolt for it. Thankful he was in the elevator alone, Hankyung begins to doubt his choice and before he could wipe the sweat for his face the doors opened. The air was filled with glamour, fun, drunken giggles with a tint of exploitation. A rock dropped to the bottom of his stomach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heechul hated this job, although everyone rotated every night it still irritated the crap outta him. He hated standing for long periods of time, remaining majority sober and having to greet customers that aren&amp;rsquo;t requesting for him. Plus it was also harder work without extra pay, having to run between his customers and for the evaluator every time someone arrived. &amp;nbsp;Hearing the stupid ding again he finishes his drink, apologises again to his hardly beautiful customer and runs to the main entrance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;What the hell!? It&amp;rsquo;s you?&amp;rsquo; A shocked Hankyung stares at the gaping man across to him. Walking out of the evaluator was nerve racking and now he was being screamed at, something about you shouldn&amp;rsquo;t be here, you look so broke. Too embarrassed to be offended without glancing around, Hankyung could tell he was the only guy here amongst an ocean of drunken girls. Before he could go to McDonalds plan B, he was being pulled to a stool up the bar and given a book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heechul inwardly laughs at the singlet wearing guy, it was so obvious this was his first time due to his clothing and bewildered look. Everyone here was semi formal, he looked even worse than the cleaner who comes here everyone morning to clean up the mountain of puke. &amp;lsquo;You look through the book and pick out the guy you want to see. You request your own host.&amp;rsquo; Heechul&amp;rsquo;s insides are killing him, the poor guy to trying to look through without showing his extremely embarrassed red face. Leaning on the counter he&amp;rsquo;s sure that he&amp;rsquo;ll be picked, the majority of customers who have come tonight all picked him but unfortunately due to his position they were passed onto someone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heechul&amp;rsquo;s famous smirk was creeping onto his lips when he saw his image come up, the time has come. However that all went crashing down when Hankyung flicked past it without even a glance and pointed to Sungmin. Storming off, Heechul went to tell Sungmin he had a new customer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Is this you first time?&amp;rsquo; Glancing up Hankyung finds that the bartender is speaking to him, numbly nodding and drink appears before him. &amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s on the house&amp;rsquo; before he could explain he can&amp;rsquo;t afford it. &amp;lsquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t worry, these guys aren&amp;rsquo;t like others in other clubs. Their good people so relax abit&amp;rsquo; Shindong laughs before turning away to make more drinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After much waiting the guy of his dreams is standing in front of him, &amp;lsquo;Hi my name is Sungmin! Thank you so much for picking me to be your host, please come this way!&amp;rsquo; After settling into a booth Sungmin studies Hankyung, after a few minutes he begins to the conversation to which Hankyung quietly answers to in short sentences. His embarrassment was so bad he was going to faint. After denying to order drinks after a few times Sungmin lightly frowns although Hankyung notices it straight away. He stomach gets ever heavier and he quickly excuses himself and runs to the bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was empty except for 2 people in a toilet cubicle, apparently one was throwing up and the other was holding his hair back. Splashing water onto his hot face, Hankyung questions himself once again why was he here? When Sungmin frowned, it was like living at home all over again. When his father found out his mother had no more money and that she couldn&amp;rsquo;t afford to financially sponsor him anymore. Returning to the booth to grab his bag, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t surprised to find that Sungmin was in another booth laughing while chubby business women attempt to seduce him by ordering more drinks. Paying for the hour, he walks out of Club Suju, angry and ashamed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heechul sees the stranger walk out, surprised he was leaving so early and also smirking since he knew the guy was a broke ass, he can&amp;rsquo;t afford to be amongst them.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 10:23:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome to Club Suju       Pair: hankyung/?</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: Welcome to Club Suju&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group: Korean boy group, Super junior&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pair: hankyung/?, and other pairs later on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Hirachan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: PG for now, may go up later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summary: &lt;i&gt;Set in Osaka Japan, Hankyung falls in love with someone from a famous host club. How far will he go to get noticed? Or he will be cruelly thrown aside for profits and fame?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chap: 1/?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depending on the feedback from this chapter it determine whether I continue this series or not. ^^ Please enjoy reading and don&amp;rsquo;t forget to comment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s note: This chapter is unbeta-ed since I am still looking for a beta! Please offer if you can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hankyung struggles with his bag, trying to keep it from slipping off and ruining his books. The shoulder strap broke off last week but he can&amp;rsquo;t afford to replace it until he can find a steady income which isn&amp;rsquo;t prostitution. The night air is hot and humid, complete opposite to the storm clouds which were coming. Annoyed that he recently had gotten laid off due to his cheap boss, he can&amp;rsquo;t keep up with his classes and that he missed the last train. Hankyung had no choice but to walk through the streets of Osaka&amp;rsquo;s red light district to get home, it was the quickest way. He hated walking home, every minute he was either stopped by girls offering him a &amp;lsquo;good time&amp;rsquo; or old drunken business men offering him money for his special &amp;lsquo;services&amp;rsquo;. Suddenly without warning, rain starts pelting down on him. People in the streets scatter like rats into nearby bars, refusing to run into a nearby hooker bar for shelter Hankyung bolts underneath a random abandoned plastic tent covering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Checking if his precious textbooks are still dry and wiping the rain from his eyes, Hankyung notices a large brightly lit neon sign next to him. In the middle were three men, obviously advertising something other than food due to their raunchy expressions. The one of the left catches Hankyung&amp;rsquo;s attention and he quickly looks away, his cheeks blushed hotly. &amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s only a sign, why am I getting embarrassed?!&amp;rsquo; he scolds himself and attempts to divert his attention elsewhere. After 10 minutes of still heavy rain, he finds himself once again studying the sign and that beautiful guy on the left. It disturbed him that he was getting hot and heavy from just looking at a neon sign and at a guy nevertheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After constantly rechecking over and over again he leaves his shelter and makes a run for it through the rain, becoming drenched through his singlet from the rain and his sweat. Disappointed that only thing he had gotten from the sign was their address and the name &amp;lsquo;Club Suju&amp;rsquo; which were carefully stored in his phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heechul swears as he ducks into a caf&amp;eacute;, damning the hot weather for making him sweat and the rain for ruining his prefect lion&amp;rsquo;s mane. Noticing the love stuck girl at the counter, he smirks and makes his move. &amp;lsquo;Can I have a&amp;hellip;berry smoothie? I&amp;rsquo;m really hot&amp;hellip;right now&amp;rsquo; Shattering with embarrassment the girl runs to make his order, bored Heechul stares out the small caf&amp;eacute;&amp;rsquo;s window and notices a guy in a singlet across the road. &amp;lsquo;He seems to very interested in our sign&amp;hellip;he looks broke. Don&amp;rsquo;t count on him becoming a customer, although he&amp;rsquo;s kinda cute.&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Here&amp;rsquo;s you order!&amp;rsquo; startled Heechul turns back and looks at the now tomato faced girl. &amp;lsquo;mmmm that tastes good&amp;hellip;how much is it?&amp;rsquo; He asks while giving her his famous Heechul&amp;rsquo;s fire bomb smirk and wink. &amp;lsquo;Its on the house&amp;rsquo; she manages to squeak before gathering up all her courage and practically screaming if she could get his name. &amp;lsquo;Why, of course. Anything for a pretty thing like you&amp;rsquo;, placing his card on the counter. As he was leaving any thoughts of the girl was quickly forgotten, replaced with more Hecchul based thoughts such as &amp;lsquo;damn I need more hairspray when I get back.&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 12:24:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>until death do us part               uruha/aoi</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: &amp;lsquo;until death do us part&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: hirachan (unbeta-ed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pairing: Uruha/Aoi, Uruha/unknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: M&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;Please&amp;hellip;Uruha don&amp;rsquo;t make this hard than it already is. Last night&amp;hellip;it&amp;rsquo;s just a memory now. Don&amp;rsquo;t ruin it with a fight&amp;rsquo; Uruha sits in the bed alone, trying to push back the tears with the palm of his hands as Aoi picks up his coat and leaves the bedroom. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha slowly opens up his eyes to the sight of Aoi quickly putting his shirt and jeans back on. &amp;lsquo;Are you really going to leave?&amp;rsquo; He was met with silence as Aoi hunts for his shoes around the room, finding them he sits on the bed, his back to Uruha and puts them on. Uruha sits up and crawls over to his lover&amp;rsquo;s back and leans against it. &amp;lsquo;This will be the last time, won&amp;rsquo;t it? Why her Aoi?&amp;rsquo; Uruha can feel Aoi let out a sigh and run his hand through his hair. &amp;lsquo;We&amp;rsquo;ve talked about this, it&amp;rsquo;s better for both of us this way&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;No it&amp;rsquo;s not! How can you say that! I thought I was the only one for you&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Please&amp;hellip;Uruha don&amp;rsquo;t make this hard than it already is. Last night&amp;hellip;it&amp;rsquo;s just a memory now. Don&amp;rsquo;t ruin it with a fight&amp;rsquo; Uruha sits in the bed alone, trying to push back the tears with the palm of his hands as Aoi picks up his coat and leaves the bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;I hope I will see you there today, it will make me very happy Uruha. Good bye&amp;rsquo; As Aoi quietly closes the apartment door, Uruha wails out his pain as he remembers that night that changed everything they had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s your entire fault! You were flirting with her weren&amp;rsquo;t you!?&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;I was not, don&amp;rsquo;t you dare accuse me of that! We&amp;rsquo;ve been together for 2 years now and I&amp;rsquo;ve never cheated on you once, so why should I start now?!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Maybe you&amp;rsquo;re only staying with me because you can&amp;rsquo;t get anyone else!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;That&amp;rsquo;s too far Uruha, your jealousy is killing me! Maybe I will cheat for real!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Fine go then! I don&amp;rsquo;t care&amp;rsquo; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aoi angrily storms out of the apartment slamming the door as Uruha throws a vase at the wall and screams in frustration. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha wakes up again and glances at the clock, 10am. If he leaves now he can make it for the ceremony, even if it kills him. He will be there for Aoi&amp;rsquo;s wedding even if he&amp;rsquo;s not walking down the aisle with him. Sitting up he stops, do he really want to be there? To witness the &amp;lsquo;thing&amp;rsquo; that ruined his perfect life get married to the love of his life. No, he will not go. He is not dependent on Aoi anymore and with that he reaches over for his phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breathing hard Uruha can feel him push it into him. He whines and begs for him to go faster, if he closes his eyes this guy feels just like Aoi. But the smell and love is different. Uruha holds back a scream as he comes, painful memories flashing back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;Uruha&amp;hellip;do you remember the fight we had that night? When I left the apartment?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;yer why? You came back the next day with flowers&amp;rsquo; Uruha giggles as he dries the dishes. &amp;lsquo;a girl came to me last week and we went to the doctors&amp;rsquo; Uruha pauses and turns to Aoi, what was wrong? &amp;lsquo;she&amp;rsquo;s&amp;hellip;she&amp;rsquo;s carrying my baby&amp;hellip;I got so drunk that night I woke up without remembering anything. But that I was in a love hotel&amp;rsquo; Uruha&amp;rsquo;s silence was deafening. &amp;lsquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve talked to the company and well&amp;hellip;this can become a scandal that can destroy Gazette. She wants to marry, this is for the band. You don&amp;rsquo;t want to throw away everything we&amp;rsquo;ve worked for right Uruha?&amp;rsquo; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aoi looks around once more in the church, there was no sign of Uruha anywhere. The ceremony started 40 minutes ago. His soon to be wife sighs in annoyance and glares at him while rubbing her small baby bump. Closing his eyes, he utters the words that rips his heart to shreds, &amp;lsquo;Until death do us part&amp;rsquo;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Comments=&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 08:18:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>waxing is FUN             alice nine</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: waxing is FUN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Band: Alice nine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: PG-unbetaed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summary: &lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;&amp;hellip;.I&amp;rsquo;LL SUCK YOU OFF MANAGER-SAN!!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;you say that every month, that offer is as bad as your English&amp;rsquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiroto sits in the waiting room checking out his latest photo shoot photos. He was debating on whether to change his hair colour or not, despite his mother&amp;rsquo;s warnings his hair was going to fall out. Geeze doesn&amp;rsquo;t she know? Beautiful people don&amp;rsquo;t lose their hair, everyone knew that. Then suddenly a loud thump and some moron swearing his head off is heard from the salon room. The door flings open and a Saga wearing nothing but boxers comes bolting out. The manager runs after him and two other security guards. Sadly it&amp;rsquo;s like this every month when Alice nine attends the waxing salon to get EVERYTHING done. The fangirls don&amp;rsquo;t believe they wax, thinking they were all blessed with hairless legs, pencil thin eyebrows and no facial hair. Well some people could pull it off, but not Uruha. That&amp;rsquo;s just disturbing, it&amp;rsquo;s like seeing a woman with a thick moustache. Uruha thinks he can pull it off but what he doesn&amp;rsquo;t know is that Aoi, his boyfriend waxes it when he sleeps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiroto doesn&amp;rsquo;t even bother to glance up knowing full well what&amp;rsquo;s happening. Saga attempts to hide behind the couch as their manager circles it and tries to grab him. Saga turns and runs into the two security guards, flung over their shoulders and taken back towards the room. &amp;lsquo;Please manager-san!!! I grew really nice hairy legs this month! It took me forever, don&amp;rsquo;t wax it off!!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;No saga, you&amp;rsquo;re the sexy one of the group therefore you cannot be hairy.&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;But I wanna be manly! I&amp;rsquo;m sick of people calling me the girly whore! I mean&amp;hellip;Tora doesn&amp;rsquo;t have to wax!!! Why me!??&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Because Tora is the manly one of the group, he can be hairy if he wishes.&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;&amp;hellip;.I&amp;rsquo;LL SUCK YOU OFF MANAGER-SAN!!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;you say that every month, that offer is as bad as your English&amp;rsquo; Hiroto glances up as Saga attempts to hold onto the doorway and scream about saving his precious manly body hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the end of all the commotion, everyone travels back to the studio all happy with their newly smooth skin. Everyone except Saga, who sits at the back of van holding onto the strips of wax that his beloved hair clings on to. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 10:28:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>handcuffs, jealousy and dance fever             Hiroto/saga</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title: handcuffs, jealousy and dance fever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Hirachan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pairing: Hiroto/Saga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: M. Unbeta-ed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking down Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s horrified to find that Saga had vomited all over his private parts and passed out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saga finishes putting on his new lip gloss and practices his pouting in the bathroom mirror. He looked hot and sexy and he knew it. Saga spins around one last time to check out his outfit and strikes a pose like on playboy. God he was even turning himself on! As Saga continued spraying more hairspray into his already prefect hair, Hiroto appears at the bathroom door. Leaning against it his eyes roam Saga&amp;rsquo;s body but frowns when he sees the revealing outfit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t worry Hiroto it&amp;rsquo;s only clubbing, me and Aki do it every month&amp;rdquo; Saga says trying to reassure Hiroto who is still frowning and now chewing on his bottom lip in worry. Last night Saga came home almost blind drunk and smelling off cigarettes, alcohol and worst of all other men&amp;rsquo;s sweat. Hiroto refusing to crawl into bed with him forced him into the shower to soaped him from top to bottom, making sure that every drop of sweat was off his Saga. Of course Saga was not only drunk but also very horny and this small shower session turned into a making out frenzy with Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s clothes being ripped off him under 30 seconds. Just before Hiroto could climax into Saga&amp;rsquo;s mouth he felt a wave of warm, chucky liquid on him. Looking down Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s horrified to find that Saga had vomited all over his private parts and passed out. And worst of all Saga had no recollection of what happened the night before, at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking at Saga&amp;rsquo;s barely clothed body, Hiroto notices that every month Saga&amp;rsquo;s clothes are getting shorter&amp;hellip;and shorter and to him it was only a matter of time before his Saga got raped or something horrible like that. Disappearing from the bathroom Hiroto heads towards the bedroom to get something. Meanwhile Saga puts on his coat and waits for Aki to ring so he could head down towards the car park. &amp;ldquo;Hiroto, don&amp;rsquo;t you wanna kiss me goodbye?&amp;rdquo; Saga asks playfully and of course Hiroto always gives in. Kissing him passionately Hiroto pushes Saga onto the couch and shoves his hand up Saga&amp;rsquo;s shirt, Saga gasps and reaches up to grab onto Hiroto. Only he couldn&amp;rsquo;t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking up Saga sees that his hands are handcuffed to the pole Saga uses for pole dancing. Swearing he attempts to get his hands free with no success. &amp;ldquo;Hiroto let me go! I have to go soon!&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not letting you go out clubbing no more, after what happened last month it&amp;rsquo;s not going to happen. Besides I don&amp;rsquo;t like the idea of other men touching you&amp;rdquo; Hiroto says with a stern voice. &amp;ldquo;I mean what&amp;rsquo;s so great about dancing? You can dance here! With me, I&amp;rsquo;m a good dancer!&amp;rdquo; Saga freezes and begs Hiroto to reconsider, he didn&amp;rsquo;t mind having to stay home but please don&amp;rsquo;t dance. Annoyed by the comments Hiroto cranks up the music and Saga is stuck on the couch all night watching Hiroto do the robot to &amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s raining men&amp;rsquo; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comments are love! And don&amp;rsquo;t forget to vote if you liked!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 08:42:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>die asshole die             uruha/aoi</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title: die asshole die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: M&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pairing: Uruha/Aoi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: Hirachan (unbeta-ed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;You think cause I screwed you a few times&amp;hellip;that I care or love you?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This fic is dedicated to &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444&quot;&gt;beyondtheremix!! &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for being such a loyal reader and commenting on all of my fics!! *hugs* sorry it&amp;rsquo;s a bit late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uruha blows his nose and cries onto Reita&amp;rsquo;s shoulder, holding onto him like his life depended on it. Reita silent, just holds Uruha with one hand while comforting a wailing Kai with the other. It was sudden and unexpected, Aoi&amp;rsquo;s death. Uruha refuses to look at the closed coffin that held Aoi&amp;rsquo;s cold dead body. Everyone from PSC was there to pay their respects to the recently decreased guitarist of Gazette. Everyone knew that Aoi was hit by a car and bled to death in a park in Osaka during their tour break. Nobody knew who the driver was or why Aoi happened to be in that area at that time. All they knew was that Aoi&amp;rsquo;s body was found by some Gazette fangirls who recognised him straight away and refused to give the body to the authorities when they came, saying Aoi deserved to be with those who loved him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It later resulted in more trouble for the authorities as fangirls heard the news and raced to the scene to help. It ended up becoming a riot where Gazette fangirls attacked authorities out of anger, horror and grief. Those who were arrested were let off with bail due to the devastating effect it had on them. One of their gods was dead, right before the release of the new album.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kai was notified first, crying and shaking he slowly informed the other members of Gazette and eventually everyone in PSC. Everyone was in shock, it was so sudden and shocking. Many thought Kai was joking until they heard his sobs over the phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone stands around the coffin surrounded with hundreds of flowers, gifts, photo&amp;rsquo;s and messages from PSC and the hundreds of fans that stand outside the cemetery&amp;rsquo;s gates. Everyone is crying but the only one who is crying fake tears is Uruha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;Aoi I don&amp;rsquo;t like the rumours in the magazines, the ones about you dating that slutty back up dancer&amp;rsquo; Uruha whines with a pout at Aoi. Their sitting in a car that Uruha rented to come visit Aoi in Osaka. Aoi in the passenger seat sighs, takes a deep drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke of the window. &amp;lsquo;So what Uru? Their just rumours&amp;rsquo; Uruha annoyed that Aoi wasn&amp;rsquo;t getting his point sulks and stares out the car window. &amp;lsquo;I want&amp;hellip;Aoi I want you to come out and tell people that we&amp;rsquo;re dating&amp;rsquo; Uruha finally states after 10 minutes of silence. &amp;lsquo;What the fuck!? Hell no! I&amp;rsquo;m not coming out as a fag to the whole of Japan!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;But the fangirls would be happy! And so would I!&amp;rsquo; Aoi glares at Uruha, &amp;lsquo;You think cause I screwed you a few times&amp;hellip;that I care or love you?&amp;rsquo; Aoi says with a mocking laugh. Uruha sits in shock and embarrassment, his cheeks were burning and wet. Biting his lip, he tries to hold back his tears. &amp;lsquo;Geeze now you&amp;rsquo;re crying? Don&amp;rsquo;t be so pathetic. Oi after you get over this maybe you, me and Aki could have a threesome&amp;rsquo; Aoi says smirking at Uruha. Uruha sits there still not answering, letting it all sink in slowly. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grabbing his jacket, Aoi opens the car door and gets out. Leaving a devastated Uruha alone in the car. Uruha wipes his tears and stares at Aoi&amp;rsquo;s retreating back walking back through the park and without thinking Uruha shifts the gear into drive and gently steps on the pedal. He slowly begins to drive towards Aoi and suddenly waves of anger, disgust and betrayal hits him. Blinding him, Uruha suddenly speeds up and then everything becomes slow as he watches Aoi turn and look stunned before his body slams into the hood of the car. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Horrified Uruha sits there numb, realising what he had done and quickly gets out of the car to check up on Aoi. Aoi lies there bleeding and in pain, Uruha looks at him expecting to feel worried but instead&amp;hellip;feels nothing. Listening to Aoi&amp;rsquo;s gasping he knows what he has to do and climbs back into the car. Shifting the gear into reverse Uruha runs the car over Aoi&amp;rsquo;s body once more and drives off, leaving behind the asshole that deserved to die. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;When he was called the next day Uruha had already perfected the crying he would perform for the whole world to see, after all Aoi really didn&amp;rsquo;t want anyone to know about their &amp;lsquo;relationship&amp;rsquo;. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comments=love and motivate me to write more!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 05:24:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>pissed off photo shoot             Hiroto/shou</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: pissed off photo shoot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pair: hiroto/shou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: PG. unbeta-ed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: hirachan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;fighting, ripping of clothes and hair and screaming like high school girls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou and Hiroto were taking a break from the photo shoot for their newest PV. Hiroto wanted to strip off his shirt but it was connected with chains to his pants so he decided to stand in front of the fan in order to cool down. &amp;lsquo;oi, Hiroto move. Stop hogging the fan!&amp;rsquo; Shou said trying to move Hiroto over so he could also cool down before the 15 minute break was over. Hiroto pushed an annoyed Shou back, reclaiming his spot. Shou impatient gave Hiroto a shove, sending the smaller man flying onto the photo set. Embarrassed and pissed Hiroto looks around for a weapon and grabs a peach from the set and pegs it full speed towards the back of Shou&amp;rsquo;s head. Unfortunately Shou just happened to turn around and the peach ends up smacking Shou in the face, giving him a nosebleed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;My beautiful face! Hiroto you asshole, look at what you&amp;rsquo;ve done!&amp;rsquo; Shou screams bolting towards a mirror to check his barely ruined face. Shou glares at a laughing Hiroto and marches towards the backdrop, rips a giant silver star off the wall and use it as a sword to chase after a laughing Hiroto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After much fighting, ripping of clothes and hair and screaming like high school girls Hiroto and Shou is dragged off by their manager and is grounded in the corner for the rest of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comments=love ^^&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 10:57:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Missing                        Hiroto/Shou</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: missing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author: hirachan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pair: Hiroto/shou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: M (unbeta-ed)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shou woke up that morning in his own blood on the floor while Hiroto was high in the corner 3 metres away..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess this fic can link into Addicted, just add me and view. ^^ Listen to the song &amp;lsquo;missing&amp;rsquo;-evanescence to fully feel the impact it goes with the story. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please, please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;But I won&apos;t be home again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you&apos;ll look up,&lt;br /&gt;And, barely conscious, you&apos;ll say to no one:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Isn&apos;t something missing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won&apos;t cry for my absence, I know -&lt;br /&gt;You forgot me long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Am I that unimportant...?&lt;br /&gt;Am I so insignificant...?&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I&apos;m the sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;You won&apos;t try for me, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Though I&apos;d die to know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;But I won&apos;t be home again.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you do to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe deep and cry out;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Isn&apos;t something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t someone missing me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I&apos;m the sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;You won&apos;t try for me, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Though I&apos;d die to know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t someone missing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I bleed, I&apos;ll bleed,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you don&apos;t care.&lt;br /&gt;And if I sleep just to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll wake without you there,&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t something.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I&apos;m the sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;You won&apos;t try for me, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Though I&apos;d die to know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t something missing?&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t someone missing me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou puts on his jacket and walks back into the bedroom to say farewell to his Hiroto. Hiroto is sitting in a corner away from the morning sun, dazed and unaware of his surroundings or the events of last night. When Shou begged him &amp;lsquo;no&amp;rsquo; on his knees but Hiroto continued his horror of abuse and rape on the other slapping him to stay awake every time he threatened to slip into unconscious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I that unimportant...?&lt;br /&gt;Am I so insignificant...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou woke up that morning in his own blood on the floor while Hiroto was high in the corner 3 metres away. Shou cried in the shower and finally decided he couldn&amp;rsquo;t take it anymore. Even though he promised to himself he would be there for Hiroto until the end he couldn&amp;rsquo;t handle it anymore. The landlord came by demanding for the rent which they couldn&amp;rsquo;t afford anymore after Hiroto blew it all on feeding his habit. Shou ashamed begged for another week, he couldn&amp;rsquo;t work because Hiroto wouldn&amp;rsquo;t let him but he was sick of living in abuse and poverty with no proper food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if I bleed, I&apos;ll bleed,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you don&apos;t care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kai came by last week when Hiroto was on his &amp;lsquo;night crack parties&amp;rsquo; and gave Shou a number and advice. Shou pulls it out and looks at it again, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t one of his friends but Kai said the person would help Shou get away from Hiroto without ever being found.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please, please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;But I won&apos;t be home again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou touches Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s sunken cheeks and thin dirty hair and once beautiful pouty lips. He loved Hiroto with everything he had but now there was nothing there, only pity and emptiness. He felt guilty for leaving Hiroto behind but he can no longer stay in the past just for him. Shou pushes the tray of food towards Hiroto hoping he would eat when he wakes up. &amp;lsquo;Hiroto, this is my last token of love for you, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry but I&amp;rsquo;m moving on&amp;hellip;and this time without you&amp;rsquo;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You won&apos;t cry for my absence, I know -&lt;br /&gt;You forgot me long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou kisses Hiroto lips, takes one last fleeting look at his lover and leaves the bedroom. Picking up his small bag Shou locks the door and leaves the building trying to hold back his tears but failing. And heads towards the person who will take him away from Hiroto and away from Japan, to America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou knows the Hiroto won&amp;rsquo;t notice he&amp;rsquo;s gone from his life, he will just wake up and think &amp;lsquo;Isn&amp;rsquo;t something missing?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 03:12:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Disgust                           Uruha/aoi</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Title: disgust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Pair: uruha/aoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Rate: M (unbeta-ed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Author: hirachan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;My world shattered into a million pieces when I see your beautiful lips mouth the words &amp;lsquo;fag&amp;rsquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;We&amp;rsquo;re joking about last night&amp;rsquo;s concert while driving along the busy streets of the busy city. We stop by the supermarket to pick up some drinks and drive to our special spot by the river away from the noisy nightlife of the city while talking and discussing the songs for our up coming album. Slightly tipsy I lean in close and gather the courage to confess my hidden feelings for you, you give me a blank shocked stare not believing what you heard. Misunderstanding your reaction I capture you pouty lips only to be pushed away and thrown off the hood of the car, &amp;lsquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not a fag!&amp;rsquo; I look away embarrassed and ashamed for thinking that you had feelings for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;You get into the car and wait for me to do the same, &amp;lsquo;Hey, lets pretend that never happened oks?&amp;rsquo; Your silence confirms to me that you also agree with me. You pull the car out from the carpark and start to drive but towards the city. But then suddenly you make a unfamiliar turn heading towards the red light district, confused I as you where we&amp;rsquo;re going only to get no answer. I look out the window wanting to avoid looking at you face because I know there would only be a hard stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;You pull up to a corner and 2 whores approach the car, you talking quickly to them and they both climb into the car. Their overwhelming perfume dominates the small sports car and I try not to gag, what are you doing? You pull the car into a dark empty park and one of the whores gets out to move into my seat. I quickly get out and considered standing outside while waiting for you to finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;lsquo;Get in&amp;rsquo; you say with a cold blunt voice, I slowly climb into the back seat next to the fake blond and she smiles at me while trying to be seductive. I turn away in disgust, I didn&amp;rsquo;t want her touching me. Her hand runs down the front of my pant towards my groin and I close my eyes trying to block it out. I can hear the whore touching you speaking, &amp;lsquo;ohhhhhhhh I love your skin, your really handsome you know? If you like you can be my sugardaddy, I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t mind having a good looking guy like you&amp;rsquo; I flinch at the slap I hear as you tell her to shut up and do what she&amp;rsquo;s paid for and that didn&amp;rsquo;t include talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;I look down to see the blonde has already started to do her job and I try to hold back the pleasure but also disgust, I didn&amp;rsquo;t want her. I wanted you. Your moan makes my look up and our eyes meet in the rear mirror. I&amp;rsquo;ve never seen so much hatred in your eyes, your face was hard and cold. You weren&amp;rsquo;t the same person to me anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;My world shattered into a million pieces when I see your beautiful lips mouth the words &amp;lsquo;fag&amp;rsquo; with so much hatred like those on the streets who used to torment me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;I look out the window and try to ignore the tears running down my cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Do I disgust you that much, uruha? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 09:10:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sober for Christmas?         saga/shou</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: Sober for Christmas?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pairing: Saga/Shou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: yes in my wardrobe next to my Lolita boots. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Violence, domestic abuse [unbeta-ed]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wine bottle came flying towards his face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saga sat at the table waiting for Shou to come home, he stares at the clock as it ticks towards 10pm. He made dinner 2 hours ago believing Shou would come home on time like he said he would. But it&amp;rsquo;s obviously another broken promise. Saga tries to convince himself that maybe the car broke down or traffic but somewhere in his heart he knew the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The loud banging of the front door confirms his fears and he glances at the dark figure stumbling in. Feeling his way around the dark room, Shou swears at the darkness demanding why there wasn&amp;rsquo;t any light. Saga just sits still trying to hold back his tears, Shou also broke another promise. He wasn&amp;rsquo;t sober for Christmas or any day at all ever since the band broke up 6 months ago. Shou manages to the table and uses it to get his balance, he glances at the turkey, vegetables and lit candles and makes a grab for the red wine bottle. Saga sees it coming and attempts to grab it before he does and fails. Shou tries to open it and fails, pissed off he throws it. Saga attempts to dodge it as the wine bottle came flying towards his face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Red wine splatters the walls and floors and glass shards slice into Saga&amp;rsquo;s pale cheeks and warmth runs down his cold wet cheeks. Saga tries to hold back his tears and backs away from the raging Shou. Shou stands there still and silent watching the wine spread throughout the carpet then he stares at Saga. Saga&amp;rsquo;s heart beats faster and he makes a run for the door, tonight was worst than normal and this meant he had to get out before Shou could reach him. He trips over the coffee table and falls to the ground, Shou grabs his hair and drags him into the kitchen without saying a word. Even though he looks fragile and weak when drunk Shou inflicts unimaginable pain and horrors. Saga struggles harder as he sees Shou&amp;rsquo;s hand reach for their knife draw knowing what&amp;rsquo;s going to happen. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The alcohol makes Shou misjudge the distance and he stumbles forwards, his death grip on Saga&amp;rsquo;s hair loosening a bit. This gives Saga the room to move around and bite into his hand, the sudden pain makes Shou lose his grip and Saga stumbles towards the door. Not daring to look back in case he was behind him. Running out of their apartment and into the streets of Tokyo with nothing on but sweat pants and a shirt, Saga runs through the snow covered streets and towards his only haven, Aoi&amp;rsquo;s place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s over, Shou promised that he would be sober for Christmas and he broke that like so many others. Saga cries as he continues to run, he loves Shou but he love for him died long ago when it was replaced but fear. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comments=love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now I am on holidays meaning I&amp;rsquo;ll be writing non stop fics!! Yay! BUT im only good at one shots meaning even though many say I should write chap fics [which I wish could] I cannot BECAUSE I lack skills in chap fics. My ideas run dry [like in exams] and I cannot join the chaps up properly [f**k &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;] because! I am a NOOB writer. I cry over chap fics because my ideas don&amp;rsquo;t reach into my word doc *cries*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I MIGHT attempt a proper one in the distant future&amp;hellip;ALSO I NEED A BETA SO BADLY =.=&amp;rdquo; [another reason for no chap fics]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Farewell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Hirachan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 10:00:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>whore and prince                       shou/hiroto</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title: whore and prince&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pairing: shou/hiroto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: M. un-betaed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: not mine...*sad*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoring, violence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiroto winced as he tried to open the door without making so much noise. He swore as the door creaked, they really should replace their apartment door. Hiroto tries to slip off his shoes and fails, tonight&amp;rsquo;s customer was too rough but his money was good so it doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter. Hiroto hears a shuffle and turns to find Shou&amp;rsquo;s standing in front of their bedroom door rubbing the sleep from his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Hiroto? Why are you so late?&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;the restaurant suddenly wanted me to work night shift, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry I call tell you&amp;rsquo; Hiroto says staying his distance hoping Shou doesn&amp;rsquo;t smell the sex on him. Urging Shou to go back to bed so he could take a shower Hiroto quickly disappears into the bathroom before Shou would ask any more questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiroto and Shou love each other more than anything but their love isn&amp;rsquo;t enough for them to survive. They both work 3 part time jobs in order to earn enough money to live and be with each other. But sometimes their money isn&amp;rsquo;t enough, but Shou never knows this because Hiroto does his best to find extra money. He would go for the most paying customer but this would often mean more violence than normal, but Hiroto just closes his eyes and think about Shou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He would never let Shou face what he faces on the streets because his Shou is precious and he would kill anyone who would touch him. Shou could have married into a rich family but he chose to follow Hiroto and live this life. Hiroto slams his fist against the bathroom wall in anger, why can&amp;rsquo;t Shou get what he deserves? Why can&amp;rsquo;t Hiroto provide all the things that Shou&amp;rsquo;s worth? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wasn&amp;rsquo;t planning on do any extra business tonight but the business man offered so much money and all Hiroto had to do was endure was 2 hours of agonising pain. Hiroto dries his hair and looks through his pockets and pulls out a ring box. All the pain that he endured that night was for Shou because even though in the eyes of others Hiroto is a whore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in Shou&amp;rsquo;s eyes he&amp;rsquo;s a prince. And all he&amp;rsquo;s ever wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 02:46:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Title: addicted   Shou/Hiroto</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Title: addicted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pairing: shou/hiroto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: M. unbeta-ed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warning: drugs, abuse, rape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shou loves Hiroto more than anything in the world, but Hiroto loves another&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou sits waiting in the corner of their bedroom, it&amp;rsquo;s 2 in the morning and Hiroto isn&amp;rsquo;t home yet. But shou&amp;rsquo;s not worried it&amp;rsquo;s normal now, every night it&amp;rsquo;s always the same. Sometimes it would be wonderful, sometimes it would be hell. Shou glances at the clock again, it&amp;rsquo;s 2.30am. Hiroto should be home soon, Shou&amp;rsquo;s tired but he loves Hiroto and should be there in case he needs help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou sighs today&amp;rsquo;s the day Alice nine broke up 1 year ago, nobody wanted it especially Shou but he loves Hiroto and Hiroto wanted to leave. So shou followed him, eventually everyone just left. Tora became a doctor like his family wanted and Saga is now a model and Nao owns a caf&amp;eacute; on Tokyo. They hardly speak now, everyone so busy with their lives the only people who are still together are Hiroto and Shou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly the front door slams open and Shou can hear Hiroto stumble and swear in their apartment, Shou rushes from his corner. He knows in his heart tonight is going to be hell. Shou runs out to see Hiroto swearing and kicking at the coffee table they picked out together 2 years ago. He runs over and holds Hiroto run under his arms and attempts to guide him back into their bedroom. Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s fist comes flying out and hits Shou&amp;rsquo;s face and Shou could hear something break under those knuckles but he tries not to cry, this would only anger Hiroto more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His sweet darling Hiroto started changing after he got his new look, everything about him changed and eventually it dawned on the band that Hiroto was using. But they didn&amp;rsquo;t know what only that he would stumble into practice hours late with a dazed look and be paranoid. Then a couple months later he demands that he leaves the band and that Shou follow him. Everything fell apart after that. Now all shou does is wait night and day for Hiroto to come home afraid to go out or work in case something happened and he wasn&amp;rsquo;t there to save Hiroto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every night it would get worse, now Shou never saw his Hiroto anymore just a stranger in his body. Sometimes he would be loving and cuddle him, something there would be hitting and verbal abuse or worse non stop rape until Hiroto grew tired then Shou shower and wash off all the blood. Everyone knows and they tell him to leave Hiroto but how can he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loves hiroto but hiroto loves another, someone called meth. He will be always be with Hiroto until the day he dies, because every night in his dreams his Hiroto never changed.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 23:32:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Changed Shou/Hiroto</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title: changed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pair: Shou/Hiroto, Hiroto/?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rate: pg. Unbeta-ed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shou notice that Hiroto has changed, now he&amp;rsquo;s a cocky bastard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shou sits down and puts the ice pack on his sore throat, its been getting worst ever since he caught that flu last month. He refuses the coffee that Nao offers him with a smile and sits back to look at Hiroto who was talking to Saga. From their expressions Shou could tell they were talking about their new fan service tactics for their up coming show. Shou frowns as Hiroto strips off his shirt and crashes on the nearest couch smirking in a bitchy kind of way towards Shou&amp;rsquo;s direction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shou coughs and looks away, embarrassed that he&amp;rsquo;s been caught staring. Even though Shou and Hiroto acted like best friends on stage, off stage it was different. Things have been awkward ever since Shou broke it off with Hiroto 2 months ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;I wanna break up Hiroto&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;why?!&amp;rsquo; Hiroto cries tears streaming down his face as he demands for an answer. &amp;lsquo;Just because&amp;hellip;&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;Because what!? Shou answer me!&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;You&amp;rsquo;re too immature, I want a lover. Not a kid&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;&amp;hellip;..I see&amp;rsquo; Hiroto says before slamming the door on his way out of Shou&amp;rsquo;s apartment. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiroto disappears for a week and comes back with a whole new personality. He stopped smiling and joking around so much, everyone was shocked. Hiroto had changed so much, in some way it was sexy for Shou and that he wanted him back, but he broke up with Hiroto to date ruki from Gazette. And breaking up with Ruki and running back to Hiroto would make him look like a slut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shou stands up and leaves the room and notices that Hiroto does the same. They both head towards the vending machines, Shou buying apple juice and Hiroto buying a coffee. They stand there looking anywhere but each other. &amp;lsquo;So&amp;hellip;Hiroto how&amp;rsquo;s life?&amp;rsquo; Shou asks awkwardly, &amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo;s good&amp;rsquo;. &amp;lsquo;done anything lately?&amp;rsquo; &amp;lsquo;a lot&amp;rsquo;. Shou could tell Hiroto didn&amp;rsquo;t wanna talk to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly Shou is slammed against the vending machine his body trapped by Hiroto toned torso and his lips locked in a strong passionate kiss with Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s full lips. Breathless Shou pulls back to look into Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s eyes that is covered with his latest blue makeup. He is shocked to see the hurt behind those eyes and the smirk tells him that Hiroto doesn&amp;rsquo;t want him back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;You want me now don&amp;rsquo;t you Shou? Do I look mature and hot enough now for you?&amp;rsquo; Shou numbly stares back, this isn&amp;rsquo;t the Hiroto his knows. His sweet Hiroto is now a cocky bastard. &amp;lsquo;Well too bad, I&amp;rsquo;m over you&amp;rsquo; Hiroto says as he lights himself a cigarette and blows the smoke into Shou&amp;rsquo;s face. &amp;lsquo;No body wants &amp;nbsp;a slut anyway&amp;rsquo; He says throwing a distasteful look at Shou before walking away. &amp;lsquo;You had no idea what I did for you&amp;rsquo; Shou collapses against the machine as Hiroto walks away. Shou is the reason why Hiroto is the way he is now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he notices on Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s retreating back is his name tattooed on his lower back. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 01:57:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>better you don&apos;t know 4/?</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Title: Better you don&amp;rsquo;t know 4/?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Rate: PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Author: hirachan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Pairing: Tora/Saga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Summary: Tora is seeing Saga but he has a secret that he doesn&amp;rsquo;t want Saga to know&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m seriously sorry about this fic, I ran out of ideas and was considering abandoning it&amp;hellip;then I forgot all about it sorry!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; but now I got new ideas and I&amp;rsquo;m ready to continue!! YAY!! *clap clap* [for all the other chaps just visit my LJ. Sorry if it&amp;rsquo;s kinda messy, I just write fics. Don&amp;rsquo;t really play attention to my account lol.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;~hirachan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;p.s I forgot Tora&amp;rsquo;s kid&amp;rsquo;s age so I made her around&amp;hellip;3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Comments=love!! Enjoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Saga sighed and glanced at his phone again, Tora was late and he was getting a bit annoyed. The more he waited at the station, the more time was taken away from their &amp;lsquo;alone time&amp;rsquo;, which irritated him since he hardly ever got to see Tora as they lived in different cities. And Tora only came to work in Tokyo sometimes but even then he couldn&amp;rsquo;t see Tora since he always had a busy timetable being a businessman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Tora grabbed his bag was about to leave when Misa grabbed his leg and refused to let go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;Misa, sweetie daddy has to go now.&amp;rsquo; She attempted her infamous cute pout and Tora&amp;rsquo;s heart melted, he didn&amp;rsquo;t know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;He knew he couldn&amp;rsquo;t cancel his date with Saga again since the last time he did it, Saga refused to stop crying for 2 weeks. He understood Saga&amp;rsquo;s pain and sadness, it had been five months since they&amp;rsquo;ve seen each other and that was a long time for both of them, but Tora couldn&amp;rsquo;t risk it. Going out so much would mean his wife can easier find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Then at the moment she poked her head out of the kitchen, &amp;lsquo;Tora, honey, do you think you can bring Misa with you today?&amp;rsquo; Tora gave her a blank stare, even though he loved Saga and his daughter Misa the same amount. He didn&amp;rsquo;t think mixing them would be a good idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;&amp;lsquo;I have to go on some business for my mother today in another city and I was hoping you would take her, I forgot that it was you day off and that you might want to go see your friends. But can you please take her with you? I&amp;rsquo;m sure you can give up going to a bar for one time right. I mean, I&amp;rsquo;m sure Misa won&amp;rsquo;t like being stuck as Aunty Joo&amp;rsquo;s house all day.&amp;rsquo; She pouted and pulled her puppy eyes, Tora looked away in repulse, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t attractive or cute at all. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Tora sighed and was about to refuse when Misa suddenly started crying, his heart tore. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t say no to his precious Misa and send her to that old smelly place. So sighing, he picked her up and his wife handed him her nappy bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Tora gritted his teeth, she knew that he was going to say yes so she prepared everything ahead of time. Walking down the street he didn&amp;rsquo;t feel like a single man, instead more like a single father. But he didn&amp;rsquo;t regret it much, more father daughter time for him and Misa then without his wife annoying him about how she wanted the latest Prada bag with matching shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Sitting on the train random schoolgirls and uni students smiled at him and Misa whom were crawling all over the seats and onto the old lady next to them. Luckily she didn&amp;rsquo;t mind and before getting off, gave Misa a packet of lollies. Misa, even though didn&amp;rsquo;t know what they were, smiled and refused to share any with Tora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Noticing their stop, Tora grabbed Misa and the bag and exited the station. He was becoming increasingly worried about Saga&amp;rsquo;s reaction to him carrying a baby girl with him. He noticed Saga&amp;rsquo;s blonde hair, took a deep breathe and walked towards him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Saga heard someone call out his name, he recognised the voice, gathered all his energy and turned around and prepared to scream until he was bald about how the entire hour he was waiting, thee old guys hit on him thinking he was a girl, though apparently one of them knew he was a boy and offered him one grand to appear in some porno he was making. That freaked him out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Then he noticed something adorable in Tora&amp;rsquo;s arms. Instead of leaping into Tora&amp;rsquo;s arms he leaped into the littlest thing in the world arms. &amp;lsquo;Tora! You...You&amp;hellip;Brought your niece!?&amp;nbsp;Was that why you were late? I love you, this is the best surprise ever!!&amp;rsquo; Saga continued to attract more attention from bystanders as he played peek-a-boo with her as she giggled and grabbed his nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Tora was relieved by Saga&amp;rsquo;s reaction, then suddenly&amp;hellip; &amp;lsquo;Daddy!&amp;rsquo; Misa said and opened her mouth indicating she was hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Saga froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Tora froze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;&amp;lsquo;Daddy?&amp;rsquo; Saga asked with questioning eyes that were brimming with tears that would overflow any minute. Tora panicked he hadn&amp;rsquo;t thought of anything so he pulled whatever crap would come from his butt. &amp;lsquo;Misa doesn&amp;rsquo;t have a daddy, he got her mum pregnant then ran off with some wealthy chick. Ever since she was young I always filled in as her daddy, and I guess she doesn&amp;rsquo;t know im not her real dad. I mean we even look alike right?&amp;rsquo; Tora pointed misa in the tummy and she giggled showing her front teeth which was cute to even the meanness person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Suddenly Saga leaped into Tora&amp;rsquo;s arms saying how Tora was so noble and kind for being Misa fake dad. Tora was relieved and gave Misa thumbs up which she attempted to do with no luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;So they set off with Misa on Tora&amp;rsquo;s shoulders and Saga carrying her nappy bag since Tora was too embarrassed by it. Not cool for a grown man to carry around Tokyo, he still looked young and stylish in his opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;They entered a caf&amp;eacute; where Saga spoon fed Misa strawberry cake and his chocolate cookies. Tora hoped Saga wouldn&amp;rsquo;t go overboard and make her sick. When he stopped Saga from feeding Misa anymore he copped crying from both Saga and Misa until he promised them arcade games.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-indent: 5.25pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;After Saga won Misa a Gloomy Bear which she thought was really cool, Saga insisted they went clothes shopping for Misa. Tora felt out of place a lot, he never went clothes shopping for Misa therefore having no experience in such things but Saga strangely was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-indent: 5.25pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-indent: 5.25pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;When the girl assistant from the shop asked if the baby was Tora&amp;rsquo;s or Saga&amp;rsquo;s, Saga answer with &amp;lsquo;our&amp;rsquo;. The girl blushed and ran to the back where she and two others offered candy with delight to Misa whom took more than her pockets could hold. After much debating between Tora and Saga, Tora ended up buying 3 outfits for Misa, all of which he had to pay for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;A lolita sailor suit with matching socks, shoes, and hat. A sweet lolita dress with so many frills he didn&amp;rsquo;t know how Misa was going to manage and his favourite, a punk skirt with red striped socks with an &amp;lsquo;I&amp;rsquo;m daddy&amp;rsquo;s lil rockstar!!&amp;rsquo; shirt as well as matching mini boots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Saga forced Tora to change Misa into the last outfit straight away, which he did since he had no choice. The only thing he could stop was Saga trying to put black eye liner on Misa. She was three and he was not allowing her to wear make-up that early in life, no matter what the media promotes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Walking around in the park with Saga&amp;rsquo;s arm linked in with his Tora glanced at his watch. It was getting late and Misa was asleep on his shoulder, probably drooling on him, he thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;Saga, I think it&amp;rsquo;s time for me to go, Misa&amp;rsquo;s dead tired,&amp;rsquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;&amp;lsquo;I know, today was really fun, you should bring her again!&amp;rsquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Tora leaned in for a kiss and Saga also leaned forward. They had to be careful not to bump into Misa. It was passionate but quick, like Saga said, not in front of someone under 15. Tora laughed at that and pinched his cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Tora waved once again to Saga before boarding the crowded trains, careful not to drop or hurt Misa. Even though he felt bad for lying to Saga and hiding the fact the Misa was his actual daughter, he was happy. He smiled the whole way back, thinking to himself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;The most important thing in his life has finally met the other important thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt&quot;&gt;Comments=love! I finally wrote a long chap. Im so happy!! =D *squealing with joy*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 09:16:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Title: when we grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group: Alice nine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: hirachan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: PG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: nothing &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;legal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will make them mine&amp;hellip;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: Alice nine in kindergarten and having a sleep over =D. Do their kindy versions reflect how they are now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoys!!~ and comments! &amp;nbsp;Unbetaed. Offer if you can be a beta for me ^^ In this fic their all the same age, about 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lsquo;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye Hiroto and Nao-kun&amp;rsquo; Shou said as he happily waved good bye to his friends. He beamed up at his mummy who was holding his hand and walking him home from school. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait until school ended, Shou was very excited since his mummy finally let him have a sleep over with his friends. She led them into a supermarket near their house, Shou bolted down the aisle with candy and chips, ignoring his mummy&amp;rsquo;s voice telling him to slow down. He wanted to get as much yummy stuff as possible for him and his friends.&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much crying and pouting on his behalf Shou was practically running home with a shopping bag full of candy, pocky and chips while his mummy heap the soft drinks and food for their dinner. &amp;lsquo;hurry mummy, everyone&amp;rsquo;s going to be their any minute!&amp;rsquo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She smiled at her son&amp;rsquo;s enthusiasm, after just moving school for 2 weeks he has made some great friends. He only started at school for his first time when Shou&amp;rsquo;s father died in a car crash. They had to move to where she could find a better paying job and still afford to send him to a good school. She was just as upset as Shou when he had to leave him new friends behind after 1month. But now she has never seen him so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shou called out to her breaking her from her line of thought, he had ran up the flight of stairs to their apartment and was begging her to move her legs and open the door. Laughing she opened the door and without being told Shou bolted into the bathroom to take a shower. She began packing away the food and pulling out the spare futons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shou later emerged in shorts and a t-shirt and started helping her pack away the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a knock on the door before his mum had time to turn around shou had opened it already. &amp;lsquo;Hiroto!&amp;rsquo; Shou screamed before jumping onto his best friend. Even though they saw each other 4 hours ago, it felt like ages to him. Hiroto pushed out mum when she attempted to kiss him on the cheek, laughing at his beet red face she left after giving Shou&amp;rsquo;d mummy as box of cookies and exchanging numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards everyone seemed to come quickly. Nao, Saga then Tora. Nao came carrying a back pack full of sugar filled goodies, Saga came with games and same with tora. Running around in Shou&amp;rsquo;s bedroom everyone was having lots of food but not eating the candy since Shou&amp;rsquo;s mummy told them that dinner was going to be ready soon. Running down at her call they all quickly ate their rice and veggies. As she began packing away the dirty dishes, she noticed that none of the boys went back to play. &amp;lsquo;You boys can go back to play, I can clean up by myself&amp;rsquo;, she said smiling. Shaking their heads Tora and saga helped her grab the dishes while Shou, Hiroto and Nao run into the kitchen. Grabbing a chair Hiroto pushed it up again the sink and started shampooing the dishes while nao and shou rinsed. Shou&amp;rsquo;s mummy was so surprised at how well mannered, cute and helpful shou&amp;rsquo;s friends were dispite being so young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After cleaning up they all ran back to shou&amp;rsquo;s room to play some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lsquo;Hey guys, don&amp;rsquo;t you want us to become a famous band?&amp;rsquo; Nao asked as they sat around on their futons talking. &amp;lsquo;I dunno, will I become popular with the girls?&amp;rsquo; saga asked as he brushed his shoulder length hair that his mum loved. Hiroto rolled his eyes, so typical Saga. &amp;lsquo;I wanna be a awesome guitarist!&amp;rsquo; Hiroto cried as he jumped round playing air guitar, laughing Tora jumped up also and joined him. &amp;lsquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know if I should&amp;hellip;I don&amp;rsquo;t think I can play anything&amp;rsquo; Shou said. &amp;lsquo;then you can be our singer Shou! Don&amp;rsquo;t worry everyone has a part in our band! Right everyone?&amp;rsquo; everyone nodded, shou beamed with happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lsquo;Saga&amp;hellip;IS THAT LIP GLOSS?!&amp;rsquo; Tora screamed pointing at saga&amp;rsquo;s hand. &amp;lsquo;yer&amp;hellip;so what? It&amp;rsquo;s so cute, boy crush, also known as light pink.&amp;rsquo; Saga said pecking his lips at Tora&amp;rsquo;s horrified face &amp;lsquo;Geeze tora your so macho.&amp;rsquo; Tora blushed bright pink as he sat down slowly trying to inch away from saga who was still applying the lip gloss but now hiroto who apparently had no idea what it was for, since he was giggling about how it felt funny. &amp;lsquo;oks then! When we become older lets form a band! We&amp;rsquo;ll give it a really cool name and become famous all over the world!&amp;rsquo; Nao cried, &amp;lsquo;Yer!&amp;rsquo; everyone else cried. They all put their hands into the circle in which they were sitting in and cheered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many more hours of talking and running round, everyone was becoming very tired. Everyone was changing into their pjs and laughing at the ones that everyone had. Hiroto&amp;rsquo;s pjs looked more like a spider-man suit then something to sleep in, Nao&amp;rsquo;s ones were covered in cupcakes, Shou&amp;rsquo;s ones had grey kittens, saga&amp;rsquo;s ones were covered in butterflies then suddenly tora refused to put his on. &amp;lsquo;shou&amp;hellip;where&amp;rsquo;s your bathroom?&amp;rsquo; Shou pointed down the hallway. 20 minutes later Tora hasn&amp;rsquo;t come back, everyone was becoming worried, did he fall and hurt himself? Then at that moment tora shyly walked back into the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a silence then everyone busted out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tora was wearing a Tigger outfit from Whinne the Pooh, very expected from a macho like Tora. &amp;lsquo;Shut up!&amp;rsquo; an embarrassed tora said bright red. He marched to his bed and covered his head with the blanket and yelled at them to go to sleep. &amp;nbsp;They all crawled into their futons when Shou&amp;rsquo;s mother came in to wish them good night. &amp;lsquo;good night everyone!&amp;rsquo; Shou yelled &amp;lsquo;good night shou&amp;rsquo; everyone yelled back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly&amp;hellip; &amp;lsquo;OH MY GOD! TORA PEED!!&amp;rsquo; saga yelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments= love. Hoped you enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 06:01:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>alice nine/gazette drabbles</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;author: hirachan&lt;br /&gt;rate; PG&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: not mine...EVER&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 fanfic drabbles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. put your MP3 or ipod on stuffle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. whatever song title comes up you must write a fic on that song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. stop writing when the song ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. do this for 10 songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the fics are on alice nine and gazette since their my favs ^^. Comments=love. Sorry if there are mistakes and unbeta-ed. I haven’t found myself one yet, feel free to offer if you can! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;alice nine-mirrorball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;shou/ hiroto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shou squeals with delight as hiroto gives him his Christmas gift. He knew Hiroto brought him something but he didn’t know what it was and it was killing him. Hiroto smiled and s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shou ripped off the wrapping, he was abit worried that shou wouldn’t like it but he couldn’t help himself but buy it. Shou gasped as he took it out, he was abit puzzled by the gift but was still very happy that his dear hiroto brought him something. It was a giant mirrorball. Seeing Shou’s face hiroto smiled. ‘I saw it was on sale at our old high school, shou it’s the mirrorball from our formal when I asked you to dance with me for the first time.’ Shou jumped into hiroto’s arms with tears in his eyes. He was so happy that he had hiroto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super junior- knock out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tora/saga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saga whined, he wanted to bulk up abit more, tone abit more. Tora rolled his eyes ‘Saga your weak as a girl no way you can look manly like me’ Saga puffed his cheeks up in offense. Tora laughing pissed him off even more. ‘Fine then! Ill verse you to a fight then!’ tora sighed and got up ‘seriously no way you can beat me saga-cchi’ suddenly saga ran up and smacked him in the cheek, tora fall backwards. Shocked he stared at saga, saga was also shocked up his sudden strength. ‘Knock out!!!’ tora was never gonna hear the end of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Brown-damage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao/?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao put the finishing touches on the Japanese strawberry shortcake he was making, he was happy with the result. After carefully putting it into the cake box and putting a blue ribbon on it he put it into the fridge. It was a surprise for his beloved. The door opened signalling his boyfriend was home. Grabbing the box from the fridge Nao ran to the front door to present the birthday cake. Suddenly his slipped on something and the box went flying out of his hands. It landed at his boyfriend’s feet. ‘noooo’ nao cried with tears in his eyes. It was ruined all his hard work. His boyfriend bent down and opened the box smiling, picking up a strawberry he ate it. ‘thank you nao I love it.’ Nao smiled he was ever more happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;unknown-melody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;aoi/ uruha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aoi sat on the bed trying to create another song when uruha walked into their bedroom. ‘uruha what are you doing?’ ‘nothing!’ aoi yelled as he quickly put the guitar and paper away. Curious uruha moved closer trying to get a look at what he was doing. Aoi tried his hardest to hard it, no luck. Uruha managed to poke aoi in the side making him squeal and letting go of the piece of paper. ‘were you writing me a song aoi?’ uruha said with a cute smile, aoi blushed and starting playing the song with singing it with his off key voice. ‘I love it aoi’ ‘but my singing was really bad…’ ‘don’t worry honey, it’s still better then mine!’ ‘I love you aoi’ ‘same here..’ uruha giggled and pecked a blushing aoi on the tip of his nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;SID- smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiroto/ shou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiroto was upset because shou was upset. He wouldn’t talk to all to anyone and hiroto his best friend also had no luck. He sat there pouting across to a sulking shou, shou what’s wrong? Hiroto asked again, no answer. Suddenly hiroto had an idea. Running out of the room he ran back in&amp;nbsp;a spiderman suit. Running towards shou he tackled him and started tickling him, shou had no choice but to scream and laugh. ‘ima killed the evil –doer unless his smiles!’ shou smiled at hiroto, hiroto grinned back with a equally large smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;sugarcult- memory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;ruki/?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki missed him so much, he regretted it so much that he never told the other that he loved him for so many years. Ruki always thought he would be happy enough with looking at the other at band practice, just being his friend. It never occurred to him that ‘that’ day would ever come. He always thought they would always be together, together in the band. Suddenly he came to announce that he was getting married, the news shattered ruki, even though as a good friend he smiled and said he would come to the wedding. Then the ‘other news came’. He announced that he was leaving the band, he was leaving Gazette to start a family since he was needed more by someone else. Now Ruki has nothing but the memory of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trapnest- a little pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tora winced his body was betraying him again at the worst time. Their concert was about to begin and after so much practice&amp;nbsp;he felt like it was all worth nothing. He pain was back but he couldn’t tell the others, their all so excited. They’ve waited for so long, practiced so hard. Tora gritted his teeth and ignored that pain that was wasn’t going to go away. It doesn’t matter, a little pain for him to suffer for the happiness of his bandmates. He was tora a member of alice nine, he can handle it no matter what. Looking at the excited faces of his bandmates, he became more determined. He was going to endure it no matter what. The call came, he ran out with his bandmates onto the stage, into the screaming fans. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;8&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Brown-kiss kiss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reita/ ruki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reita was becoming more annoyed by the minute, he never knew dating ruki would be so demanding and tiring. Ruki wanted attention all the time from him, reita wanted to play his game in peace, he worked his ass off to get to this stage. Suddenly a screaming ruki came out of no where and ripped the game from the tv. Reita screamed from the fear of his game becoming ruined, he leaped off the floor to prevent ruki from hauling his game out the window of their apartment 10 floors up. No matter how good it is, it wouldn’t survive a fall that high up. ‘What the hell do you want!?’ reita demanded as he grabbed his game back cuddling it like a baby. ‘I want a kiss’ reita gave him a blank stare. That’s it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;9&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayumi Hanasuki- evolution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tora/saga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone laughed as tora made fun of his boyfriend as they sat round on their break. Saga was in the toilet, probably fixing his hair and powdering his nose tora said. Everyone laughed since they prob knew it was true. Saga loved his image way to much, he even wore makeup even though it was only practice. Like saga says, he cant be in character unless his feels like he’s onstage, Makeup and everything. Saga came back into the room with everyone still laughing ‘what’s so funny?’ ‘tora said that evolution made a mistake when you were born saga! He says you’re a chick in a dude’s body.’ Hiroto said still laughing, everyone bursted out laughing again when they saw saga’s face. Saga was fuming, he marched up to tora and grabbed his ear like a mother and marched him out of the room. Tora knew he was in touble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style=&quot;MARGIN-TOP: 0cm&quot; type=&quot;1&quot; start=&quot;10&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nami Tamaki –believe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao/?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn’t get it, the question his boyfriend asked him the night before when they were in bed. Did he believe in the monsters? Of course he didn’t why would he believe in something like that? It was stupid and childish. Later that night he turned to his lover and asked him the same question. ‘did he believe in monsters?’ His lover blushed and mumbled an answer, nao asked him to repeat since he didn’t hear it. ‘yer…but only abit!’ nao couldn’t believe it! A grown man scared of monsters, he couldn’t stop laughing as his lover smacked him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That’s it! Hope you enjoyed? Comments would be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 11:40:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>alice nine: my protector. ONESHOT</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Title: my protector&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Pairing: saga/shou&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Rate: M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Summary: saga finds a note and he needs to come to his princess’s rescue even if he died...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;A/N: un-betaed, last minute, something i thought of during class. Enjoy!~ comments=love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Saga tries to calm his breathing, this was proving to be difficult task. He fingers the crumpled note in his pocket, his anger flares up again. How could they do this!? They had no right. Saga still remembered how he felt when he came to the lockers to pick up Shou so they could walk home together like always but instead he finds a note addressed to him. It said ‘Saga’ in the writting he didnt regconise, his heart stopped as he ripped it off Shou’s locker. It told him to come here, he had no time to do or say anything to anyone. The longer he took, who knew what they could be doing to his beloved Shou? As he ran towards the old building he couldnt think to himself why didn’t he notice? Shou didnt come to thier area at lunchtime under the tree but it was a Tuesday so he thought that Shou was at his art club. Saga was too tired that day so he had a nap, why didn’t he go look for him?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Now Saga stands there, inside the old building. Even though it was only minutes he felt it was &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;like minutes, he couldnt do anything he had to wait for the other guys to leave. After they left for 10 minutes Saga slowly pushed the door open to find a wimpering Shou tied up and bleeding on the floor. Saga quietly crept towards him hoping not to make a sound in case the others come back. Saga was horrified at the sight, his Shou. His princess was bleeding from a cut lip, wrists red from the too tight binds, they were on his feets too. His uniform ripped and torn. Saga almost cried at what he saw next, in the corner of Shou’s mouth was something white. Saga refused to think what it was even though at the back of his mind he knew. Shou wimpered and tried to scoot away from him begging for mercy. Saga touched Shou’s battered cheek, Shou leaned in then suddenly pulled away. ‘saga you have to leave! Please leave without me!’ ‘no shou, im not leaving without you’ ‘they said im bait Saga, you have to leave! Thier going to kill you and make an example of you to the others’ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Saga kissed shou’s cheek, wiped the disgusting substance from his princess’s mouth and tried to unbid his arm and legs. With the bids gone shou tried to stand up but failed. ‘shou did they....?’ shou smiled weakly at him ‘no saga, they said they werent fags and they weren’t going to rape me that way.’ Saga flinched at the word rape, even though it didnt happen yet he couldnt stop the image of shou being forced by them to do what they wanted. ‘shou..i promise that ill protect you no matter what’. Shou gave him a smile that made everything seem ok just for that moment. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;With Saga’s arms around him, shou tried to walk or at least hobble out. Just as they were about to reach the door the others came back. Shou flinched and tried to get away from saga.’ Saga leave! Ill distract them and you make a run for it!’ ‘no, im not to leave you! Not going to let you down again’ Saga set shou down in a corner and grabbed a rusted pole. Walking towards the group of 6 boys saga started to fight them. Shou screamed and tried to get up to help saga, he was too weak and fell to the floor. Screaming and crying he watched as saga was over powered by the others and was on the floor, fists, foots and poles raining down upon his prince. Shou felt his heart was being ripped and there was nothing he could do, nothing. Shou reached his arm out for saga then suddenly there was a shadow over him. Looking up at the others Shou felt no fear, if Saga could endure it to so could he. Crawling over to where saga laid barely breathing shou covered saga’s body with his in hope of protecting him from anymore hurt. ‘dont worry saga, ill protect you now’ He closed his eyes and laid his lips onto saga’s and prepared himself for the blows that started to rain onto his body.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Shou opened up his eyes, every part of his body hurt. He could barely lift his arms but he managed to look round. He didn’t know where they were, after a while he noticed that somehow they were in a hospital. Suddenly&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;panicked gripped his heart, he sat and screamed, nurses and doctors rushed in and tried to calm him. ‘Saga! Where’s saga!?’ collosping into the doctor’s arms he begged that saga wasnt dead. ‘some guardian angel call us and we found you guys in a old building, we never found out who called but your friend is safe and recovering. He’s in the room across the hall’ Shou ripped the drip from his arm, pushed the doctors and nurses aside and ran across the hall, not beliveing them until he saw saga alive with his own eyes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Saga was still sleeping peaceful in a bed with machines surrounding him. To shou he looked beautiful more than ever dispite the bandages. Walking over shou touched saga’s face gently, happy that he was breathing slowly and alive. He crawled into the bed with saga and rested his head next to saga’s, content and happy. A tear ran down his cheek as he closed his eyes and went to sleep next to the person he’s willing to die for. 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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 00:06:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i love my job. ONESHOT</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Title: I love my job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE-SHOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author:hirachan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: uruha remembers a childhood memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: I don’t own even though I wish I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbeta-ed, idea rush, comments =love. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family was never rich, my father left us when I was young chasing after another woman. It brought shame upon my family, people said that my mother was incapable of keeping a man. She was strong she didn’t care but she made the choice to move away from the city and to the farms in the country side for me and my sister since we were given a hard time at school. The work was harder and the pay was less but we were happy, mother didn’t have enough money to send both of us to school so sister was sent since she was the brightest one and she would come home to home school me. Ever afternoon I would bring mother’s lunch out to her in the rice fields and we would talk. It was the only time I ever got alone with her and I loved every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I decided to go early to surprise her and watch her work before lunch, when I reached the fields she was gone. I went around looking for her thinking she might have hurt herself and is resting somewhere. I walk into a deserted clearing, still hidden by trees I find my mother with our landlord. I was ten I didn’t know what was going on but I knew it was horrible for mother since she had her expression. She was crying but I knew was she trying not to. Mother was leaving against a tree while the landlord was pounding into her from behind. I stood there and watch as mother stood there and suffered, after what seemed as forever the landlord finally finished. Told mother she had another week to pay for the rent and then left. I ran off, that day I left her food on the banks and ran home. I never told anyone what happened, it would have shamed our family even more especially my mother. The next day we find out that the landlord has risen the rent to almost double. Everyone suffered but mostly us who only had one source of income. That week pasted quickly, mother said she was prepared to protect us no matter what. That night the guards came to our small house. They didn’t take mother, they took my sister. We didn’t see her until one week later when she was returned to us. She was crying, bruised and bleeding. Mother knew what had happened she was angry but also afraid for us. Fours days later, she died from internal bleeding. Everything felt hollow and empty, mother felt that she had failed us. She stopped talking to me only going to the fields and returning at night to sleep, have nightmares and wake up only to do the same thing again. I didn’t hate her but it burnt me to see her kill herself slowly bit by bit. That night I asked to visit the landlord, talk to him. I was allowed into his room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting him take advantage of me I felt the shame that mother and sister felt too, I hoped that if I gave him myself he would stop hurting mother and give us some help. Instead when he was about to enter me, I felt angry swell up inside me. &amp;nbsp;Grabbing a display knife from the wall I stabbed down into him. Into his face, stomach and everywhere else I could reach. I was covered in blood, I felt excited and rushed. I felt like I was a savior and I did the right thing. Running home that night I needed to tell mother to pack and leave. The guards would notice soon that he was dead and would came after us. Running into the house I covered my mouth not to scream. Hanging from the ceiling by a rope was mother. Even in death she still looked beautiful and loving to me. I touched her feet the only thing I could reach, cried, packed clothes, took all the money we had and ran off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pair of arms wrapping round my waist brings me back to the present. I shake my head of the memory, try to suppress the urge to vomit from the body odor and turn round to smile. Come back to bed he tells me, I say soon and pushes him back to the bedroom. As I follow him I slip a small knife into my boxers and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Uruha, I am an assassin for the PSC company and I love my job. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 08:12:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>confessions [gazette]</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Title: confessions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band: gazette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: PG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: gazette + drinking game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute/funny/random stuff I thought of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbeta-ed and rushed. I just had the idea. Lol. Enjoy and comment!? I squeal in delight when I get them. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: I’m boreddddddddddddd!!! It’s Saturday night we’re pose to be having fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki: what the hell you wanna do then? Huh!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: drink….*pout*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki: you always drink, you drunk…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*uruha crawls over to kai’s cabinet to look for alcohol, pulls out random bottles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: lets drink these!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki: don’t feel like drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: you’re just pissed coz you have to be here instead of home having ‘happy time’ with your dear darling reita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reita: /////O_O/////&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: HAHAHAHAHAH I KNEW IT!! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*random shoe goes flying across the room and smacks uruha’s face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aoi: drinking alone isn’t gonna be fun. We’ve got nothing to celebrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: how bout ruki being a jackass/pms bitch all the time? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*another shoe goes flying across the room*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai: how bout a drinking game? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone: drinking game? Like what??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai: errrr…*embarrassed by all the attention*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*uruha crawls closer to kai*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: *death glare* kai I wanna drink now… so hurry up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai: O_O”…ok the game is that we each say a thing we’ve never done and if anyone else has done it they take a shot. Easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone: O_O ohhhh…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;* 5 shots later*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: I can’t breath..i going to dieeeeeee… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki: I don’t care now hurry up!! &amp;gt;=[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: errrr…ive…never..been in a threesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone: O_O serious!!!???? Thought you would have you whore!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: it’s normally larger than that…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone: =O…..shit….YOU WHORE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*reita, ruki, aoi take shots*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reita: I’ve never had a favorite childhood toy that I still keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*aoi takes shot*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: WHAT THE HELL!!?? WHAT IS IT!? &amp;gt;=O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aoi: a teddy….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai: what’s it called?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aoi: pineapple…/////-.-////&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uruha: O_O……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*6 shots later*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki: everyone’s past out…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*uruha rolls over and scratches his ass* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reita: I know…god everyone’s a freak when they sleep drunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*points to a drooling aoi*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki: where’s kai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reita: I think he’s behind the couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruki: I’m bored…I don’t feel that drunk anymore…hey wanna go do it in kai’s bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reita: *chuckles* yer let’s leave a lil gift for him between the sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ruki and reita walks into the bedroom*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. That was bad…==” I friend told me bout his teddy named pineapple so I had to put it in. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 07:17:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>little accident Ruki/Reita ONE SHOT</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Title: little accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: like thousands of other fangirls…I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pairing: ruki/reita. ( very young, kindergarten maybe?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Reita I had an accident, I couldn’t get here fast enough.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unbeta-ed since it was a rushed last minute job. Comments=love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘Ruki where are you? Class is starting.’ Reita called out looking around for his best friend. ‘Ruki?’ Reita asked poking his head into the toilets after he heard a small sniffle from one of the cubicles. ‘Ruki you have to come out, Miss is going to be angry that we’re late.’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘I can’t Reita.’ ‘Why?’ Reita asked worried, Ruki may be one of the smallest kids in the grade but he was hardly a cry baby. Aoi on the other hand is different, but that’s just the way Aoi is. Panicking Reita knocked on the door harder, ‘I’ll go call Miss Ruki! Don’t worry!’ ‘No reita! I’ll open the door’ The door slowly opened to reveal Ruki’s tear stained face and hands covering his pants. Reita face was confused until he understood what happened to Ruki. ‘Reita I had an accident, I couldn’t get here fast enough.’ Ruki sobbed. ‘I can’t let everyone see me.’ Reita wrapped his arms around Ruki as he cried into his shoulder. ‘It’s ok Ruki! Nothing to be ashamed of. Look I’ll help you!’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reita disappeared from the cubicle only to appear again with his pants wet as well. ‘Reita! Why did you pee your pants too!?’ ‘It’s water.’ ‘oh…why?’ ‘you’ll see Ruki’ Reita said with a gentle smile while taking Ruki’s hand back to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure everyone teased them from peeing their pants and Aoi wouldn’t leave them alone. But Reita was happy that Ruki wasn’t alone and that he broke anyone’s teeth that made fun of them. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <title>speeches ONE SHOT reita/?</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Title: Speeches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: I only dream and drool over them. Nothing else…&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: PG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setting: high school fic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pairing: Reita/?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE SHOT &amp;amp; UN_BETAED. Rushed job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stare out the window bored out of my mind. I’ve been staring at the same leaf for the last 10 minutes. I reckon I got super powers like X-men and if I stared long enough it’ll fall off. Class was really boring that’s why I wasn’t paying attention, I can hear you quickly mumbling besides me trying to remember as much as you could. I smiled to myself since I knew you didn’t study it last night since you were up until 2 in the morning talking to me on the phone. I hear your name being called by our teacher. Every face turns to look at you including mine. I try not to laugh at your panicked face as you pointed to yourself. Teacher, annoyed called your name once again and pointed to the front of the classroom. Slowly you pull yourself from you chair, eye pair of eyes on your figure as you slowly drag yourself to the front. I almost laughed out loud but didn’t since our teacher glared at me. I wonder just she have pms or something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see your shaking hands holding tightly onto your palm cards. You look at me and I mouthed good luck. Taking a deep breathe you practically yelled out every single word, I’ve never heard you speak so fast except when you’re in your bitch mode which sadly I must endure or feel your flying fist in my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After you finished you looked like you were about to cry until teacher said you could return to your seat. As you walk past me and sank back into your chair. I giggle. You glare at me with cold eyes and said, ‘I hate you Reita’. I stopped and gave a heavy sigh. This was going to bad meaning there was going to be no sex for a week now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you think the other person is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments=love. This was a really rushed job so sorry for so many mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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