Stupid Me...and Quizzes.

I recently got a glimpse of that little testimonial I made for one of my friends. I was right. I was being a bit too paranoid.^^;;; Ah, well. I got an email about it from her (because I emailed her about how I felt bad about it, blah-blah), and I do believe she was...amused. And so was I.

Now I feel stupid.^_^ What the heck, I feel that way all the time, so it's no problem. I like being stupid.

As for those quizzes, here they are. And nope, no manipulating this time. I was honest.^_^ I swear.

You are the Goddess of Earth. You are very stable
and dependable since the Goddesses rest upon
you. You are very materialistic. Somtime cold
and distant, but that might be because you need
to get what needs to be done, done. But yet you
are everyone else's strength. You are the most
Stable of the Goddesses, since without you the
other Goddesses would not exist. Other Earth Goddesses: Ceres, Cerridwyn, Demeter,
Gaia, Persephone, Epona, Kore, Mah, Prithivi,
Rhea, Rhiannon

Which of the Four Elemental Goddesses are you?(With Pics)
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Just as thought. Taurus is an earth sign, so I pretty much expected this. Levelheaded and dependable is me...if and when I want to be, and...*sigh* when I'm forced to. Materialistic? I guess you can say that...I love buying things--books, CDs, video games and food, mostly. Cold and distant? Well...usually, but when the situation calls for emotion or something to that effect, I -do- turn down my walls. There's no point in wasting energy and feelings and emotions for worthless situations. Sometimes the best thing to do is ignore. So yeah, I guess this -is- me.

For the next one:


You are a Nympho, But you more than likely knew
that or you are in denial. One of the most
common demented states. But one of the best.^_^ Hehe.

~~WHat kind of Demented are you?~~(W/Pics)
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I always knew I had perversions, but I never thought I'd be classified under "nympho" totally. I mean, I'm not -that- perverted. Am I?

Hm. Well...anyway, here's the next one:


What Mythical Creature are You?(W/pics)
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Muses? Lover of all things fun and wonderful...art, music, literature, stuff--me? Hm. I'll have to think about this...

Here's the next one:


You're an Electric Dragon! Well, Well, Well, Speedy!
Electic dragons are just so darn quick, which
means you must be quick at something. Whether
it's running, swimming, or answering questions,
you are super speedy. But of course, you have a
craziness for video games or computers. You can
play amazingly well at any game or at least try to.
Go you!

What elemental dragon are you?
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Electric dragon...cool. Hehe, me and computers...and the speed in answering questions...yeah, that's me.:) As long as the questions are in grammar, spelling, algebra, biology or European and Japanese history....hehehe.:)

And now, the next:


You are one of the few out there whose wings are
truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
divine, you are one blessed with a certain
cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
Light your wings are massive and a soft white
or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
radiate the light within you for all the world
to see. You are a defender, protector, and
caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
of the wrong, chances are you are taken
advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
try to help misguided souls find themselves and
peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the
Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
for the sake of Justice and protection of those
less powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever
change - the world needs more people like you.

*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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I'm Angelic. Heh. Who would have ever believed it? Most people think I'm bad (even -I- do) but I can say this much: I'm nicer than most people. Just ask my parents.

Next:


You're a Unicorn! Unicorns are pure, innocent,
magestic creatures that have a spiraling white
horn growing out of their forehead, and a white
graceful, horse's body. Unicorns represent the
sign of purity, innocence, friendship, healing,
rejuvenation, and truth. Your horn is a rare
prize, but you tend to be naive, lured by a
child's cry. Unicorns are rare, beautiful and
shy mythical creatures, and you are lucky to be
one.

What Mythical Beast are you?
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I was really hoping I'd be a phoenix, but well...unicorn...wow. I like Unicorns too...not because they remind me of Sweet Valley Twins and Jessica Wakefield--HELL, NO--but because unicorns are magical horses, and they're so CUTE! Too pretty. In Heroes of Might and Magic, these creatures can blind enemies, which is cool. unicorns are as cool as phoenix, I guess.

While we're on the subject of Unicorns, here's a quiz about them:


You're a playful unicorn! Wow, you must like games
very much. All playful unicorns live near
oceans or lakes and are all open to humans and
other creatures. Playful unicorns tend to like
to play a lot with any human or animal, but
quite frankly, most of the time, that's all they
do. Playful unicorns are very nice and kind,
and always like to help. Sometimes they tend to
be lazy, but who isnt? Playful unicorns
horns, if drank from, can detect poison and
turn green. All playful unicorns, unlike other
unicorns, know the human speech very well, and
always seem to stay in the phase of a child.

What kind of Unicorn are you? (With beautiful pictures)
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I don't know what the hell the second to the last statement means, but anyway...I suppose I should be glad I'm a playful unicorn. At least I like to have fun, and I live in fun places.^_^

Finally, the last one:


You're a goddess! Forget angels, its all about you.
Angels serve gods, right? So why not be a
goddess? Hold on there, girl, and easy with the
fame. A Goddess is absolutely the most
beautiful, powerful, and magic being alive
there is, but they can tend to be quite
obnoxious. Some goddesses go a little too far
with their power, and turn greedy and shallow.
Good ones are pure and full of life, and if on
earth, flowers sprout at their steps. Others
decide to live in a palace in heaven, with
such beauty never known. They are very kind and
good leaders, but can tend to be a little lazy,
jealous, greedy, and obnoxious.

What Kind of ANGEL are you? (For Girls only) This Quiz has amazingly Beautiful Pictures!
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Yes, I -am- a goddess.^_^ I think goddesses being referred here are the mythological ones, though. In that respect, Angels are better than goddesses, because in mythology, some (or most) goddesses are like humans with petty desires, needs, and wants--the only difference is that they have power, humans don't. They're immortal and humans aren't. I'd like to be half-nice and half-bad, though.^^ I guess this is alright. Although being a Dark Angel wouldn't be so bad, either...

That's it for this entry. Till next.

Current Mood: Still feeling stupid...and tired.
Current Music: Out of the Rain by...who?

Ren.

I got most of these from another blog.^_^ Hehehe...wanted to take quizzes, so I did. I took a couple of SK quizzes, and here's the first one:


Tao Ren- A shaman from China, son of the mysterious
En Tao. He wants to become shaman king and
change the world. His famiy has a bloody past.
His spirit is Bason.

Which Shaman King character are you?
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Hm. I wanted to get either Lyserg or Hao here...but obviously I'm a Tao Ren at heart, so...well. I'm not complaining, though. I love Ren. And here's another one:


Ren Tao - Ren has a dark past and doesn't open up
to people easily. He can seem a bit cold at
times, and has a dry sense of humor, so try to
get him to lighten up some and you two will be
very close. It'll be a challenge, but he's so
cute that I'm sure you're up for it, right?

Which Shaman King Guy is Your Match?
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Yes, indeed. Still Ren. Maybe he and I are destined to be together. Either that or I manipulated the answers. Yeah, probably the latter.^_^ Who cares? I love him. I would have liked to get Lyserg or Hao, too, though.*sighs* Anyway, here's the third:


Ren: You seem mean, but you're really
misunderstood. We all know you have a good
heart inside! You claim to drink 3 milks a day,
and your spirit is Bason. Although you're the
rival figure, you're still good friends with
Yoh. And your attitude makes you look kakkoi!

Which Shaman King Character are you? *FINISHED*
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Undoubtedly still Ren. Maybe this is fate...or manipulation.^^;;; What the heck, it's still fun. Here's the fourth:


O_O OMG COOL! You got Tao Ren's image song, Ryuuro!
It's pretty angsty, but COOL. VERY cool! ^-^

Which Shaman King Song Are You? o_O
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Ren's song, Ryuuro. Hehe. I totally love that. Paku Romi sings so WELL as Ren..child-like with a touch of brashness and spunk, just the way I prefer it.^^ I remember screaming omigod a million times the first time I heard this song...with the insert version (of Ren talking^^). Love the way he speaks.

Here's the last one. It's about flavor, though, and not SK. Thought it might be fun to try it out:

Cor blimey, I taste like Tea. I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?

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I'm Tea.^_^ Excellent. Something I like, at least. I wouldn't want to be sweet, spicy, or salty, no sir. Those three are too much for cute little old me. Now, TEA...that's good. Very good. So Japanese. So me.^_^

Gotta go now. Till next.

Current Mood: Bored (so HOT here)
Current Music: Pamela 1-2-3 (better that than 8-8--I absolutely *REFUSE* to spell it out).

Dante and Weirdness (Insanity).

Here's how I fared in the Inferno Test:

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

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My first result was Level 3: Gluttonous, but I think I just didn't read some of the questions right...oh wait, there's "High" on "Gluttonous" right there.^_^ Hehehe. I -am- gluttonous. Cool.

Here's another test I took:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

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Disappointing results. I seem to be normal.*frowns* I don't like normal. I'm supposed to be weird. Oh well...

All News is Good News.

This isn't a passel of good news for your disposal. Just two, actually--a worldwide news, and a personal news.

The first one, the worldwide news, is this: Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King won Best Picture in the Academy Awards, and a flurry of other awards besides--including Best Adapted Screenplay and, hurrah--Best Director. All of the awards for them are, I think, very well-deserved...mostly because I'm a very biased Rings fan, but a lot still goes to the entire movie and everything and everyone involved in it. The trilogy was truly a masterpiece, and I'm sure even J.R.R. would have thought so, as well.

Having said that, I just realized that I have a handful of movies on queue to watch, the primary one being Finding Nemo, which, loser that I am, even though we have it on DVD, I still haven't watched.>_< Yes, I am a loser. But at least, I am a smart loser, if only on vocabulary and grammar and French and English History and Special Products and Electron Mnemonics.

The personal news, being personal, has something to do with me (of course). For the past months, I've constantly agonized over the Level 3 Japanese Proficiency Exam and how despite the fact that I've worked so hard and studied so much, I knew deep inside my heart of hearts that I wouldn't pass. But you know what? I just got a call from my Sensei earlier this afternoon (while watching the Academy Awards), and up to now, I *still* can't believe that I actually passed. I mean, sure, it may be a measly 63 or 64 percent, but by heck, how many people can say that they've passed that exam by studying in just, oh, less than six months? Needless to say, I'm proud. I still can't believe it, and for the past couple of minutes I've been slapping and pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming and I really did pass...and I'm not dreaming. I really passed. And it feels good to know that.

Sad news, though, is that among the seven of us who took the test, two didn't pass, and one of them is my very good friend. I think she might have been expecting it, but still...I don't know how to tell her about it. I'll have to rehearse. It's such a shame--she only needed ten percent to pass, or so Sensei said.

Anyhow...moving on. I did say early this morning that I was going to give a review of Final Fantasy X's ending and final boss battles. So I'll be doing that now.

Well...I wonder if I can consider Omega Weapon as one of the final bosses of this game. He is an optional boss, but well...my fight with him didn't really go on that long (as I cheated Anima's stats so that his damage was 99,999 of which Omega's HP is twice the number of, I think), but I knew if I had allowed it to go on so long, I would've died in a VERY bad way. I know Omega, and I know Light Pillar and his other attacks, so I was kinda scared to let the fight go on long. So I knew I had to dispose of him quickly--and I did.^^ Level 4 Key Spheres (6) are nice rewards for beating him--just what I needed to finally let Lulu learn Ultima.

And then, for the Final Battles inside Sin's City:

The first one is the ever-enduring Seymour (whom I now really hate). Still ever-annoying, so I had to dispose off of him quickly. He wasn't that hard to kill (because of my cheated Anima stats)--only took a hit, really. I didn't like him, so it wasn't like I was sad when he died. I wasn't.

Before the second battle, there was that little mini-game where you had to collect ten treasures from this weird Macalania Woods-like place, and while trying to collect the treasures (which come in balls of light) you had to evade these ice stalactites (or stalagmites?) because if you bump into them, it's fight time. Anyway, first time I played this I got the game over (was petrified--yeah, how stupid of me). Second time I played I got it all done but the player hanged up on me. Third time's the charm. Third time, everything all worked out nicely--and this time, I didn't cheat at all.

Anyway, yes...after that ball collecting, I was transported to the "Zanarkand that never sleeps," where the ultimately cool Jecht was waiting--to fight Tidus and everyone else, I suppose. Here is where I went into waterworks.;_; "Braska's Final Aeon," Jecht, that is--wasn't so hard to kill, even with his two forms. He didn't give status attacks, and you can actually finish him off real quickly. And plus, you can actually lower his Overdrive gauge and attack by making Tidus talk.;_; Poor Jecht. Anyway, in the end, he died, and just as he was falling to the ground...Tidus catches him.;_; Me and my sister were going into major waterworks here. I totally love Jecht, and it was sad how Tidus only finally accepted him when he died. And still, the only thing Tidus can tell him is "I hate you, dad." But for what it's worth, he did tell Jecht that: "for the first time, I'm proud to have you as my father.";_; So sad.

The second to the last fight (series of fights, really) was an emotional turmoil for Yuna, because it involved having to fight and kill all of the Aeons. The sad thing about this was when you're fighting the nice Aeons who are big on reaction, because when you put the cursor on them, they say various things, like "please kill me," "soon it will be over," and such. It was sad, but...just sad, mainly. But pretty easy, considering you had Yuna and her Holy and Lulu and her Ultima (and Auron, Wakka, and Kimahri, whose damage were a never-fail 9999 in my game--no cheats!) were in a win-win situation, as you were all in perpetual AUTO-LIFE status, meaning, no one can die, like, ever.

The final battle was with the man himself, Yu Yevon the immortal. Honestly, Yunalesca was harder than him...all you had to do was give him one of Auron's Zombie attacks, then finish him off with a Phoenix Down, or if you want--just hit him and hit him and let him Curaga himself to death.^_^ And then, here's where the ending plays, and the ending video.

I wasn't too partial with Yuna, so much of the love ending between her and Tidus didn't impress me much (the video was great, though). My favorite part was when Tidus finally jumped into the abyss under the old Zanarkand and we see Braska (who's very HANDSOME) and Auron (HANDSOME, what can I say? I LOVE him), and then, Tidus high-fiving Jecht (ahhh...I really LOVE him to pieces, I SWEAR to GOD), which is one of the coolest scenes in this game. Finally, the two of them have resolved their differences and now...they were Father and Son, in the ultimate sense. They understood each other. That's the coolest bit of this game--the relationship between Tidus and Jecht (and the second coolest is the Braska-Auron-Jecht relationship. Kinda reminds me of Laguna, Kiros, and Ward in FFVIII).

The final ending was a speech from Yuna, in which she tells everyone in Spira "never forget the dreams..." undoubtedly, she was talking about her dear love, Tidus. After the credits, a little Tidus scene plays. Of course, we know he's still alive.^_^ Not that I particularly care.

All in all, the ending was pretty good...the Tidus-Jecht-Auron-Braska parts, at least. Those are my favorite scenes. And oh yeah, I remember Auron patting Kimahri just before he (Auron) was sent. I think that was sweet.^_^

For my part, I wish X-2 wasn't about Yuna and her search for Tidus, but rather, a prequel of sorts, about Jecht, Braska, and Auron and their pilgrimage. Sort of like the Laguna Dream Sequences in FFVIII. But that's just me.

To end this, today's been a...pretty interesting day. It's quite hot, though. But interesting nevertheless.

Current Mood: Curious (I wanna see my Level 3 score sheet and the certificate)
Current Music: Into The West (Annie Lennox, 2004 Academy Awards Best Song, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King)

Gotterdammerung.

Translated, this word means something like, "great tragedy." I'm using this word partly in honor of the Super Ferry IV that burned and sank (half-sank, really) just recently, and partly in honor of my learning a new English word. Gotterdammerung is actually German, adopted into the English language, like many others before and after it. I got this from a book which is increasingly becoming one of my favorites, called "How to Build A Better Vocabulary." Yes, yes, I know, I -am- a geek (self-confessed), but the book is very interesting. I never even knew that "mesmerize" actually came from a person's name (someone named Mesmer, I believe) until I read it. And there are tons of othe really interesting words besides. I can certainly use more words, since I plan never to stop writing no matter where life takes me. Writing stimulates my brain, and my brain could always use more stimulating.

So, what else...ah. Yesterday was February 29, a leap year--and Omi's 24th birthday, to boot.^^ It gives me pleasure to know that at least, as I grow, all my favorite anime characters grow with me. Most of them, at least. Ren's now 18, and Pilica just turned 17 some weeks ago, and tomorrow, Jeanne's going to be...14. In May, Yoh and Hao will be turning 19, and Lyserg will be 18 just like Ren. Good to know that everyone's maturing, at least, technically.

Speaking of Omi (first), I haven't done much writing for several months on A Few Good Men, and I really want to. Although I know now that it's Mary Sue-ish (according to Nitpicker's definition of Mary Sue and that on Writers' University), I don't plan on giving it up. I've got something good mapped up, I know I do. Lots of people have told me so as well. And something good is not worth giving up for, just because it's...Mary-Sue-ish. And besides, nobody actually cares. My readers like it, in spite of the existence of Futora (or maybe because of it...she's quite a character). So yeah. I plan on finishing Chapter 6 sometime soon...maybe at the end of Navy and Azure and the subsequent side stories. Which means, sometime in April. Maybe.

Speaking of Ren and Pilica (second), I've finished the Epilogue for Navy and Azure some weeks ago, and although I do think there might still be a couple of kinks here and there, and some weird stuff someplace, I believe it's already along the lines of...good, and worth posting. And I -will- be posting it...soon. Right now, my goal is March 2--Jeanne's birthday, which means, I need to finish up the two lemon side fics I promised by...late tomorrow. And I will try to finish them. The main thing is I won't be posting the Epilogue unless I finish the lemon side fics. And since I haven't posted for a month (the longest for me...in SK, at least), I have to do that soon. And rest assured, I -will- try.

Speaking of Jeanne (third) there's something weird cooking up in my brain...some new stuff for LXJ (and a bit of LXS, too--honeymoon scene^~). It details preparations for their wedding, and some lemonish side scenes during their dates. Honestly, I don't know what it is with the two of them. I've never been -this- obsessed with any pairing before. Anyway, these scenes might go in with Prelude to Destiny, so they're not gonna be useless. At least, if I get to write them. As for the LXS honeymoon scene--I might add this up to my list of SK smut side fics, something new for Reen, to make up for the lateness of the one she requested.

Speaking of Reen, that gets me to thinking about...a little testimonial I wrote for someone, which I don't mean in an offensive way, but sadly might have come out offensive. I'm not sure. While I was writing that, I was just thinking that, she knows my humor, and she knows how crude and sick we can get with each other, so she wasn't going to take it seriously...at least, I hoped. I carelessly sent the file, without even reviewing what cruel content I might have managed to concoct somewhere in my hastiness. Hopefully she isn't going to hate me for what I wrote--because I meant it all as a nice, friendly joke. But I do know, sometimes I can be cruel and tactless...I certainly hope -that- wasn't one of those tactless times.

For the record, it's not Reen, but someone we both know. Will not go into detail with the name here.

Speaking of that, something someone in a mailing list kinda made me think: a little dare about an AU SK Prom fic. My mind has been whipping up something of that sorts for everyone for a week, and maybe I can get it written up sometime, hopefully this week.

Tomorrow, I'll be writing another entry--a review for the ending of Final Fantasy X, which I finally saw early Sunday morning (around 1:30 am). A review of sorts for the ending, as well as the boss fights before it. Yeah. For tomorrow.

Current Mood: Excited (The Academy Awards is airing tomorrow morning, 10am. Or later this morning, rather).
Current Music: I Love You More Today Than Yesterday (but not as much as tomorrow...? Forgot the title. Is that it?).

Sucks.

There's a problem with my PC at home...something quite major when it comes to me. For some reason, it refuses to check my emails and refuses to let me upload or fill out forms. I don't know why. But the thing is, I CAN SURF. I mean it.

Sometimes, when it gets temperamental (semi-nice), it lets me do my uploading and emailing. But mostly, it just sits there and goes into error mode whenever I check my email. I've checked my PC all throughout and I know it's not the OS's problem. It might be the modem, although I don't know how the hell that could possibly be. I mean, I can surf, I can read stories and such. How can it be the modem?

I think I'd better ask my brother about this.

Yeah.

Meanwhile...I'm giving myself until sometime next week to finish Distractions and Disturbances and What Detectives Do After A Case. I'm itching to post the Navy Epilogue. I don't know if I've polished it to it's finest, but I'm getting tired of seeing it unposted. It's been done for a whole week now.

Anyway, it's there. So I'll just have to motivate myself in writing those lemons. Thing is, everytime I try to work on them, I end up working on something else. Like last night. I got the Hao-seduces-Jeanne sex scene written up (I've written the Lyserg-seduces-Jeanne sex scene already, last week I think). I'm not posting it here. I'm waiting until I finish the next few parts of seduction. It's going to be so much fun.^^

Current Mood: Nervous (Sae Kurosawa creeps me out...and those Kiryu twins *shudder*)
Current Music: Fatal Frame II Theme (when you save)

Pissed.
There's something WRONG with FF.NET lately. It's been fooling with my fic format. I suppose that would be alright, but the thing is, it's DESTROYING my fics' perfectly good formatting. I mean it. If you check out my fics (all of them), some parts seriously lack much-needed paragraph breaks, and Obsessive Compulsive little me HATES that. I truly do.

But like, HELLO? I'm not about to waste my precious time reformatting and uploading and re-uploading my previous fics just to comply with ff.net's stripping policy. But I really hate seeing my fics in that state. I like them to look good, as well as be good when it's read. And I mean, I hate reading fics with crappy formatting! Now it's happening to me.

I am pissed.

To console myself, here's a little mini-fic that I've cooked up long ago. It's supposed to be a part of Navy and Azure, but it didn't fit anywhere, so...here.

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Ren glared at Horo-horo. Horo-horo glared at Ren.

Silence reigned at the dining hall of the Asakura household as the two of them regarded each other steely for a good couple of minutes.

Everyone's eyes were on them. Right across the table from Horo-horo, Asakura Yoh was trying very hard to restrain his wife, who was in danger of bursting at any moment. It should be noted that as of current, Asakura Anna was five months pregnant, and even in her state, it was obvious that she would not hesitate to disembowel both Ren and Horo-horo and throw them unceremoniously out of the house if they get too annoying, regardless if it was the Ainu young man's eighteenth birthday (as, incidentally, it was). Anyway, the current tension between the two young men was annoying Anna to bits and pieces. If you were smart, then you would know that it is not safe at all to get a pregnant woman annoyed.

Especially if the pregnant woman happens to be the infamous Ice Queen Asakura Anna.

Getting her annoyed was like planning one's own suicide, especially if you are a man...as Horo and Ren evidently are. But obviously, neither of the two had any plans whatsoever of backing down from their glares. What exactly are they fighting about, anyway?

"That's MY cheesecake." Ren.

"It's MY birthday!" Horo-horo.

"So? You've already had TWO WHOLE pies. I haven't eaten any yet. This is MINE."

"I saw it FIRST!"

"No you DIDN'T! -I- saw it FIRST!"

"Well I TOUCHED it FIRST!"

"TOUCH it? Yeah right." A sarcastic laugh. "How could you have touched it first when it's right in FRONT of ME?"

"Right in front of YOU? It's right in front of ME!"

"No it's NOT!" Ren tapped the table. "It's on MY side of the table, LOOK!"

"How can it be on YOUR side of the table when it's right in the CENTER?"

"It's NOT! Three-fourths of it is on MY side!"

Meanwhile, at Horo-horo's right side, Pilica exchanged a look with Tao Jun beside her and sighed helplessly. "This could go on forever..."

"It could." Jun agreed cheerfully. "But it won't...not if we have anything to say about it."

Pilica sighed again. "I'm tired of this," she muttered. "Tamao-san...isn't there any more blueberry cheesecake left?"

"I'm sorry, that's...that's the last of it," Tamao replied hesitantly. "I guess maybe I should have baked half a dozen instead of just three pies..." A frown. "I didn't think that your brother would end up eating MOST of it."

"It's not your fault, it's Oniichan's," Pilica assured her. "He's a cheesecake monster and--" she paused abruptly as her brother stood up. "Oniichan, what are you--"

"YOU WANNA SETTLE THIS IN A DUEL?!?"

"DAMN STRAIGHT!" Ren stood up from the table and flashed Horo a challenging look. "...You'll never win against me. I'll get that cheesecake for sure!"

"NO YOU WON'T! IT'S MINE!" Horo yelled.

"I'm refereeing!" Hao, who had been sitting across from Ren at the table chirped cheerfully as he stood up and skipped towards the two fighting young men. "Let's do it!"

"Oniichan..." Yoh gave his twin a pleading look. "Stop encouraging them." He glanced furtively at his wife, who now had a dark, foreboding aura surrounding her whole being. He winced. He flashed the other three women a pleading look as well. "Please, do something."

Jun sighed with resignation and reluctantly stood up. "Ren, could you please--"

"NEESAN!" Ren called out to his sister. "Do NOT let that cheesecake out of your SIGHT! It's MINE!"

"PILICA! GUARD THAT CHEESECAKE WITH YOUR LIFE!" Horo shouted.

"Oniichan!" Pilica rolled her eyes to the ceiling. She looked over at the solitary slice of blueberry cheesecake that was left on the pie plate...and suddenly had an idea.

"Okay!" Hao clapped his hands together gleefully. "Let the fighting begin!" He produced a whistle from out of nowhere and blew it. "Ready...GO!"

"KURORO...IN...IKUPASU!"

"BASON...IN...HOU RAI KEN!"

"HEEY!" Horo-horo and Ren were about to attack each other when a loud shout stopped them. "YOU WERE FIGHTING OVER THIS, WEREN'T YOU?" Pilica smiled sweetly at the both of them and held up the dish with the slice of cheesecake in it. "WHAT IF I DO THIS..." Taking hold of a fork, she stabbed the blueberry cheesecake, raised the whole slice in the air...and popped the whole thing straight into her mouth.

"...NOOOO!!!!" Horo-horo's oversoul vanished, and he rushed back towards the table. He stared at the empty pie dish with horror. "Pilica...how COULD you do this to ME?" He moaned out, tears gushing out of his eyes. "My cheesecake...it's all GONE!" He sobbed.

Pilica rolled her eyes with exasperation and bonked her brother on the head. "Oniichan, you're overreacting," she told him, her mouth still full of cheesecake. She chewed several times, and then swallowed, before turning to the other participant of the fight. "...Ren-kun?"

"Hmph." Ren's oversoul had vanished as well, and he approached the table calmly. He glanced at the pie plate, and confirming that it was indeed, now empty, he shrugged. "Oh well..."

"Ah," Hao sighed mournfully as he settled back again on his seat. "I was really hoping for a nice little fight," he said with disappointment. "Well, at least that's a problem solved, ne, Otouto?" He grinned at his twin, then gave his sister-in-law a furtive glance. He heaved a sigh of relief upon noticing that she was starting to calm down.

"Oniichan, WHAT in the world am I going to do with you?" Yoh exhaled with exasperation. "...And you two, as well," he added, flashing a meaningful look at both Horo-horo and Ren.

"Don't talk to me," Horo-horo sniffed. He was still staring sadly at the empty pie dish. "This is the worst birthday I've ever had...and it's all because of my sister's traitorous actions and my friend's selfishness," he paused to glare darkly at Ren, then at his sister. "This is all YOUR fault. BOTH of YOU."

Ren and Pilica shrugged simultaneously. "It was the only thing I could think of doing to stop your fight," his sister said defensively.

"Hey, I WANTED that cheesecake too, you know," Ren pointed out.

"Then WHY aren't YOU complaining?" Hao inquired sweetly.

"I -am- complaining!" Ren protested. "But unlike HIM," he inclined his chin at Horo, "I do NOT overreact. And besides, it's just dessert. I can always have it some other time--"

"And since it was Pilica-chan who ate it, you don't mind at ALL, right?" Hao supplied with a wink.

"Yeah." Ren answered before he could stop himself. He could feel his face flaming at his very obvious admission. "I mean--"

"If it's any other person, you'll MIND, but if it's HER, it's fine...ne, Ren-kun?" Hao commented again with a teasing grin.

"Yeah." Ren fought the urge to rap his head on the wall as his tongue slipped...again. "I mean...STOP putting words into my mouth, dammit." He glared at the long-haired shaman.

"I'm not," Hao countered, smiling sweetly. "I am merely trying to elicit a couple of confessions from you...and it looks like I'm succeeding." He paused to smile at the young Ainu woman. "...Ne, Pilica-chan?"

"Huh? Uhm..." It was then that Ren noticed that her face was blushing beet red. His eyes followed her movements as she glanced furtively at her brother's direction. Her eyes swung around the room slowly...before they finally settled on him. For a few precious seconds, golden eyes regarded dark blue ones hesitantly and vice versa, searching for any sign of...something he couldn't quite pinpoint.

Before they could even get a chance to explore further, she looked away, and for some reason, he found himself doing the same thing. It was as if he was...afraid to explore whatever it was that was there. Afraid to find out what it was...that certain something that had always been there, but has only recently surfaced. Recently awakened by certain events, and things...weddings, garters, dances, thoughts, touches...and kisses.

What -was- it, exactly?

"Pilica-chan? You haven't answered my question," Hao's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Uhm..." Pilica looked quite confused, and she was still blushing profusely. She gave Ren a bewildered look, before she hastily stood up. "Uhm...I'll just be out back. I need to get some fresh air." Then, she rushed out and disappeared.

"Ren-kun, you should follow her," Hao suggested, smiling sweetly at the Chinese shaman. He raised an eyebrow and glanced meaningfully at Horo-horo, who was still staring sadly at the empty pie dish and did not seem to have heard anything that had just transpired.

Ren rolled his eyes and sighed, reluctantly standing up and heading towards the direction where the young Ainu woman disappeared to. Hao didn't need to tell him. He had every intention of going after her.

***

Yep. That's my only consolation. I don't wanna reformat my fics, it would take too much time. I have too many chapters uploaded. This sucks.

Current Mood: Pissed.
Current Music: Toxic (it's got great lyrics, too).

Quizzes, etc.

Current Mood: Boggled (there's something wrong with the 45% so far of what I have written of the Navy Epilogue, I'm just not sure what it is)
Current Music: Toxic by Britney Spears (I don't like her much, but the song's pretty catchy)

I've taken a lot of quizzes in my whole net life; sadly, I hardly ever save any of the "proof" thingies showing my results. But what little I have saved of the URLs of those, I'll be placing in this entry. I've currently saved two. I'll be putting more soon.

Elrond...well. I suppose there's something good about that, though I've never thought of myself as the "Elrond" type. I think I'm more Gimli-ish, but obviously, this quiz says otherwise. Anyway, I do like Elrond...more so in the Tolkien books than in the movie, though. He didn't do much in the War of the Rings trilogy, but he was quite a character in the other books (Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales). He does exude wisdom and knowledge and strength and all that all throughout, so that's something good, I guess. Do I have wisdom? Weeelll...yes, if there's a "tooth" attached to it.^^;;; But the real thing? I'm not so sure.

Speaking of Rings...I'm rooting for ROTK in the Oscars, no matter how good they say the other movies are. ROTK should bag the award--they all deserve it. Peter Jackson deserves the best director award, too. David Wenham should get an award for longest, most protruding nose. Viggo Mortensen should get an award for being the oiliest. Orlando Bloom should get an award for having the best hairdo at all times. Lastly, John Rhys-Davies should get an award for being the funniest character in the movie. Well, him and Treebeard.^_^ I LOVE Treebeard.

And oh YEAH--Gollum. How can I forget. Andy Serkis is phenomenal as Gollum, he really is. I love the character to pieces. "Leave now and never come back." Hah. I love that line (wait, that was in The Two Towers...yeesh). Rather, "The preciousss will be oursss...the fat hobbitssesss knowsss..."


Hao's Pants - Lucky you! You've got STYLE! And the
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shrine! All of Hao's powers secretly derive
from these awesome pants. Don't believe that
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Which Shaman King character's pants should YOU wear?
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Yeah...well. Hao's pants. I *wanted* Hao's pants badly, so I kind of chose the answers that led to...Hao's Pants.^^;;; Predictably what anyone who takes this quiz would do, I guess. There's something quite explicitly obvious about the choices in the quiz, that it doesn't really cut out as valid. Anyway, that's irrelevant, because this is just for fun. However, I would have liked to get into Lyserg or Ren's pants, too...I mean...*cough* I would have liked to have their pants as well. Yeah. That's what I meant.

Speaking of SK...here's a little bit of my notes for the Epilogue of Navy. I have a little problem with it, currently. It might take a while before I post it...like maybe this weekend, the earliest. Anyway, here it is:

*1. I like it and all, but there's something wrong with it...I'm just not sure what. Do a revision, probably tomorrow.
*2. The baby is born at 7 am Beijing time, 8 am Tokyo time, and 11:30pm (the day before) London time (Jeanne is with Lyserg at the mansion). I suck at computing time zones.
*3. Manta is at work (somewhere in North America, whereabouts unknown); Chocolove is probably at work as well (New York, 5:30 pm) so no calls. They don't need to call. I don't need to provide air time for them. Do I?

The first one is the worst of it all, though. The others I can add into the story. But knowing that there's something wrong with the way the story is without knowing -what- exactly is wrong...that's the worst. Hopefully I'll be able to solve this soon.

Anyhow, the surest thing is, I'll be posting this chapter side by side with the two smut side fics, which means, if I take too long in finishing those two, even if I have -this- finished, I won't be doing any posting. When everything as in EVERYTHING is done, that's when the posting will take place. I'm trying to make the juices flow (aarghh...not THOSE juices...cease, perverted mind, cease). Unfortunately, setting the mood is always the hardest, and that's my problem for the RXP lemonish side fic. Maybe I'll write the sex first...it's always the easiest.

But the thing is, I always write the mood along with the sex. At the same time. So without the mood, no sex.>_< Darn it.

Speaking of sex, I've thought a lot about Hao/Jeanne for the past couple of...days. And I seriously think I'll never be able to see them together in anything except really torrid, hot sex...love not included. I just don't see them doing it in any passionate or loving sort of way. I don't see Jeanne ever falling in love with Hao or whatever, and I don't see her as the soft little delicate thing that everyone seems to think she is. The soft, delicate fragile whatnot is just the exterior. Repeat: EXTERIOR. Looks can be deceiving, as it is with her. Underneath that...virginal aura she seems to exude to everyone, deep inside, she's tough, aggressive, seductive...what have you. Anna-like, though not as demonstrative. She's a little more subtle.

And yes, it is EXTREMELY possible that she would want to be leading when she and Lyserg are having sex. And honestly, I think Lyserg would enjoy it...just as Yoh enjoys having Anna dominate him. There's something quite...MANLY about being dominated by a woman, I'm just not sure what it is.

And if we talk about Ren...well...this guy is half-dominant, half-dominated. Pilica's exterior is something similar to that of Jeanne's, except that everyone knows exactly how she is--brutal, frank, firm, tough...and dominating. Well, depending on the person, at least. If it's her brother, a full domination can be expected when it comes to training and responsibilities and such, but when it comes to other things, ultimately, he is still her older brother, and he takes care of her much like a second father, meaning, extreme protectiveness, no matter how reluctant she is to accept it.
On the other hand, if it's Ren...the softness in her kicks in. There's just something about that guy which makes every woman want -him- to take care of -her-, if you know what I mean. There's something about him that can make a woman feel like a woman...and in some ways, Pilica is no exception. Despite the tough exterior she has, she still needs and wants protection...and not just any kind of protection, but...the kind that Ren can give. However, in the same manner, despite his extremely tough, unemotional facade, in reality, Ren is a lost little boy in need of a lot of protection, too....and a lot of love. And Pilica provides him with exactly that.

If we're talking about sex, these two would be half and half. There are times when Ren would want to be on top (and leading) as well as times when -he- would let Pilica be on top and leading...or else, she would demand it from him, and he would give in. Now if you're thinking that Ren would never let a woman dominate over him, ESPECIALLY in bed, you are dead wrong. I think he'd be open to the possibility. Besides, having the woman leading and on top is quite kinky and enjoyable.^_^

Horo and Tamao...I'm still thinking about this, but from what I know of Tamao, she wouldn't mind being dominated...and Horo wouldn't mind dominating over her. She's like the traditional delicate little perfect bride, and although that's not all who she is, well...she gives off that aura. Although I do believe she's only shy around Anna, Yoh, and the Asakura family. With other people, I think she's more...vocal and expressive. Still though, she grew up soft, and she will probably remain soft even when she turns, say, twenty-plus or so. I guess with her, the way she acts depends on who you are...but not to say that she's got different personalities...it's just that she deals with different kinds of people in different ways, which makes a lot of sense.

With Horo-horo...this guy is in need of protection, but a different kind of protection than what is typically thought--more exactly on the kind of protection Tamao can give. Pilica can only do so much to protect him this way (make sure he eats right, he's healthy and taken care of, that kind of thing). Horo is desperately in need of tender loving care that only Tamao...sweet, soft Tamao can give him. Although Pilica is capable of giving that kind of love, she couldn't very well give it to her brother now, could she? I mean, how incestuous is that?

As for Horo...well, we know what he can be to Tamao. It's no secret that she's desperately in love with Yoh, and I think even though she understands that Yoh and Anna are truly meant for each other, deep inside of her, she still keeps this little sparkling flicker of hope that one day, he'll return her feelings. She'll probably keep this vigil until she realizes it's for naught...when Yoh and Anna finally marry, that is. No matter how hard she tries to accept it all, she still gets her heart broken...and -this- is the ONLY possible time when Horo can come in.

The way I figured, once Yoh and Anna are married and once they have that Onsen business in the works, Tamao would still be around to help them out...and Horo, as Yoh's friend, would also be around...to feed off on the couple's kindness. Hence, that thing with the food (in Celebrations). For a little while, Tamao nurses her broken heart (in futility, because she feels the pain every time she sees Yoh and Anna together), and whilst she is doing that, here enters Horo-horo to demand food from her. Annoyance comes over Tamao, and Horo continues to demand food from her as the time passes by. In the end, she forgets all about her broken heart because of Horo-horo's tireless countless demands for food...but she doesn't realize it until years later. She fell hard and deep for Yoh, and because he never reciprocated her feelings, she almost crashed and burned...ALMOST...if it wasn't for Horo-horo. The weirdest thing of all was...if she hadn't thought about it all, she would never realize what he was able to do--that he had broken her fall and caught her just before she had hit the ground, and in the most unlikely way--through annoying her. Theirs would certainly be an example of love being like a wildflower--that it blooms in the strangest places, and in the strangest of situations.^_^

Well, what do you know, I've formed the plot of my HoroXTamao side story. I'm sure Yuri would be pleased.^^

I still don't have a title. Anyway, here are my title options:

1. Forget-me-Nots and Roses (my tentative as of late; it's kinda long)
2. Crash and Burn (uh...a song title?)
3. Wild Flowers (eww, sounds too girly)
4. Someone to Catch Me (more like a title chapter)
5. Questions and Answers (sounds like an SAT book)
6. Fortunes, Fate, and the Future (sounds good. kinda longer than the first one, though)

Here's a little chapter/title sketch thing I cooked up:

Forget-Me-Nots and Roses. [Questions and Answers.] [Fortunes, Fate, and the Future.]

Prologue: The Prediction  [Will it Happen?]  [Maybe, Maybe Not.]
Chapter 1: The Journey Starts [Where Are We?]  [Right Here.]
Chapter 2: Happiness Blooms  [What is Happiness?]  [You Are.]
Chapter 3: The Withering Flower  [Why?]  [I Don't Know.]
Chapter 4: Awakening Storm  [What Does it All Mean?]  [I'm Not Sure.]
Chapter 5: Memories of Her  [How Can I Tell Her?]  [Just Tell Her.]
Chapter 6: His Plea  [Do You Love Me?]  [I Do.]
Chapter 7: An Unexpected Visit  [What is Love?]  [Love is You.]
Epilogue: The Future Begins  [If I Fall, Will You Catch Me?]  [Yes.]

Umm...I think I'll still go with the first one (and the first column) for now. Until I think of something better.

Current Mood: Same as above
Current Music: Girlfriend by Justin Timberlake (stupid goddamn neighbors)

Prelude to Destiny: Accidental Lemon Scene

I was writing the sketch to "Prelude" some couple of days ago (actually copying off some stuff I wrote in paper before to the PC) when somehow or other, I ended up writing a little lemonish limeish scene for Jeanne and Lyserg again.*shrug* They seem to be the favorite subject of my muse's hentai side. Go figure.

Anyhow, the scene here starts with Lyserg entering the Missionary House with Luc. This is sometime after Chapter 10 of Celebrations. Jeanne and Lyserg are home fresh from Tokyo. Lyserg actually just came from the Missionary House a couple of hours ago (before this scene), but when he got to the detective agency, Luc dragged him to the Missionary house without his consent. He wanted to see Sarah, and he really had no excuse to go to the Missionary unless he was with Lyserg (because of Lyserg's "special" relationship with Jeanne). So yeah, the two men enter the missionary house, and they find Sarah there. Her face colors quite prettily when she sees Luc...and he gently takes her arm and walks her to one side so they could talk, leaving Lyserg on his own. This is where my little scenish scene starts:

A yawning Lyserg watched them(Sarah and Luc) absently as he walked around. He headed off subconsciously to the entrance of the living quarters...and found Jeanne heading down the stairs. She had changed her clothes (from the light pink closed-necked long dress to a fluttery white short-sleeved dress with a scooped neck) and she looked sleepy, but she smiled brightly upon seeing him.

"What are you doing here?" Her face flushed slightly.

He shrugged, then grinned. "Luc dragged me here. Not that I'm complaining..." he watched her closely. "Did you sleep well?"

She yawned. "A little bit," she answered. "But I just had to come down already. I still need to do some work. This jet lag can wait..." She walked slowly towards the archives room. She stood in front of a table, picked up a pen, and started flipping through some records, yawning ocassionally.

He observed her with amusement as he leaned by the door of the room, then he approached her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She chuckled softly and leaned against him, but she continued flipping through the papers and noting some information down.

He peered down curiously at what she was doing, and then he kissed her nape. "What's that for?" He breathed against her skin.

She sighed with pleasure as she unconsciously angled her neck to give him better access. "Just something for the latest activities of the...Church..." Her eyes fluttered close as his warm lips traveled from her neck to her ear, then to her cheek. She shifted her head slightly just as his mouth moved forward to touch hers.

A surge of pleasure spread from her head down to the tips of her toes as he leaned her against the table, with soft kisses coaxing her mouth open, and when it did, he slid his tongue inside to mate with hers. Moaning with complete surrender, she turned around completely and slid her arms around his neck, pulling his head down towards her, deepening their kiss, her tongue tangling with his, tasting him with as much hunger and urgency as he was doing to her. His hands traveled from the small of her back to her front, roving all over her body like he couldn't get enough of her, caressing each and every single inch of her worshipfully, making her burn with a fever even through the confines of her clothes. Every inch of her sprang to life at his touches.

Not to be undone, she slid one of her hands down the front of his shirt and hastily dispensed the top buttons. She slipped her hand inside his shirt, savoring the feel of his perfectly toned and well-muscled chest just as his hands slid underneath her dress, his palms swiftly covering her naked breasts. She cried out with ecstasy as his thumbs rubbed across her nipples, hardening them into little buds of desire ready for his mouth to devour, while his hands continuously caressed the soft, creamy swells, practically driving her to the brink of madness.

She whimpered with loss as he tore his mouth from hers, but that soon turned into sighs of pleasure as he began kissing his way down from her chin, to her neck, to her throat, and to her collarbone. And then, he tugged the front of her dress down, baring her breasts to his view, the white, alabaster skin just begging for more of his touch, and the tight, pink nipples extremely flushed with need. Unwilling to wait any longer, she pulled his head down to her breasts, and he obliged most willingly, covering her right nipple with his mouth while his hand stroked the other. He began to suckle, making her cry out his name over and over again. Then, he shifted his positions and ministered the same undivided attention to the other one.

All throughout this, she continued to moan and shift restlessly in his arms. Lyserg raised his head up, savoring her half-naked magnificence as he slid his hand down to her thigh. "Jeanne...open your eyes," he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at him. "Lyserg...what are you...ahhh...!" She threw her head back and uttered a soft cry of pleasure as his seeking hand pushed aside her undergarment, enough to reach the heated core of her desire...the haven that he desired most in the entire planet. His fingers thrust up deep inside her, then withdrew, only to enter again and again, until she was arching up against him and begging him to give it all to her. "Please...don't...stop...ahh..."

He watched the expression on her face as she shattered into a million pieces, her climax coming over her, washing over his fingers. He continued to caress her even as her tight walls surrounded him again and again. He would never get enough of her moans of pleasure, and he would never ever tire of seeing her face in such an ethereal, and pure, unadulterated expression of ecstasy.

And then, she opened her eyes again and gazed at him, her face extremely flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her chest heaving up and down. "That was unbelievable," she whispered breathlessly.

He gave her a cocky grin. "I know."

"Still..." her lips curved into a seductive smile. "You know what I REALLY want?" She pulled him up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her naked breasts against his chest. She rubbed against him, moaning as her nipples hardened again.

He moaned low in his throat, pulling her body closer against him, savoring the feel of her soft body against his. "...What?"

A grin. "This." She kissed him, her tongue sliding inside his mouth just as one of her hands slid downwards...and delved inside his pants. She started caressing him, and then she unzipped and pulled his pants down low enough to free his struggling manhood before she hiked up the skirt of her dress , slid down her undergarments and pressed her aching core against him. "I want...YOU...inside me."

He gritted his teeth as he fought to keep his desire perfectly leashed, even as his hands subconsciously clasped the sides of her hips and held her up until the tip of his erection penetrated just way above her slick, warm opening. He briefly tried to recall where they were--at her missionary house, no less-- in a room no less-- and with the DOOR open, for crying out loud...

THAT particular detail brought him back to his senses. With the last remaining amount of control he possessed, he pulled his pants up, zipped it up and swiftly helped Jeanne dress up as well, amidst all her moans and cries of protest. "We can't do this here. You KNOW we can't."

"But I want it!" She pouted even as she pulled the top of her dress up. She still couldn't forget his touches and caresses...his erotic tugs at her nipples...and his fingers deep inside her...everything made her blood boil.

"Jeanne," he said firmly, "we're at your MISSIONARY HOUSE. And the door is OPEN," he emphasized with a meaningful incline of his head at the said door.

"Oh," was all she said as she continued to pout. Then, her face turned hopeful. "So...can we do it somewhere else?" She suggested eagerly. "Like your house, or...my room!" Her eyes lit up. "Upstairs!"

Lyserg rolled his eyes to the ceiling. It was like they hadn't talked about this at the Funbari Onsen Inn Bathroom, when they had, in fact. VERY explicitly. "When we're married, we can do it as much as we want, but...NOT before," he said in a voice which left no room for argument. "Alright?" He gave her a soft, sweet smile as he straightened out her dress, making sure that there wasn't any slight evidence of what they had...ALMOST done in the room.

She fiddled with the open buttons of his shirt as she gave him a look reminscent of a sad puppy. "...Alright," she whispered.

He took several deep breaths, visibly relieved that the heat in his body--and in his erection--had now begun to subside. He caressed her nape gently, raised her head up and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good." He then let his lips travel to her eyes. "Now don't look so sad, please?" He murmured as he kissed her eyes, then, the tip of her nose, before he kissed her cheeks. "I don't like seeing you sad..."

Jeanne sighed with pleasure as she savored his soft, feathery kisses. "I know," she said quietly, smiling a little for his benefit.

He chuckled. "That's better." And then, he took her face in his palms and covered her mouth with his.

***

This is where the little scenish lemonish limeish scene ends. More kissing comes afterwards...before Luc and Sarah finally catches them in the act (with Lyserg's shirt half-buttoned, and both of them looking quite tousled and flushed). Luc finally realizes that they were *together* now, in the most ultimate sense of the word, judging from the way they were at it in the making out.^_^

Damn, it's hot (NOTHING to do with my perversity--just the weather. Summer's approaching here). One thing I hate about summers is the HEAT. The heat that makes you sweat...although this is good for Tae-Bo.^^ I'll be doing Tae-Bo tomorrow. Yeah, I need to go on a DIET. My face is bloating up. I wanna look good on my application picture.

So...what's Prelude to Destiny? It's basically part pre-Venice, part post-Venice 1-6, part pre-Celebrations, part post-Celebrations Prologue-10, and part post Venice 7 and Celebrations Epilogue. It's a tie-up of the events in Jeanne and Lyserg's life that didn't appear in any of the aforementioned stories. I'm wondering if I can write this down, though, or if I will even post it up anywhere. Maybe I can just put it up on a site or something. I think I'm too shy to put it up on ff.net.^^;;; Anyhow, if some strange twist of chance Elizabeth (Nagumo) is reading this, I quite apologize for not replying to her email about the story. I told her about this, see, and when she asked about it, I kinda didn't reply.-_- Meanie me. So yeah. So sorry, and when I get this story done, I'll be emailing her and anyone else interested about it (probably Kitsune--she likes LXJ as much as I do.^^). I hope this would suffice for the meantime.

To hell with the number of reviewers for Chapter 11 (of Navy). All I know is that I enjoyed writing it, and I love it to bits. I hope Miko-chan and her Imouto like it too. I wrote it with them in mind, after all.^^

After Navy, I'll be working on the HXT side story next. This time, it's going to take a LONG time for the chapters to come out, because I intend to take my time and make every chapter VERY special...not for any other person but for Yuri Maxwell. I love her to pieces, and I'll be writing the story with her in mind. And by GOD, I intend to make it perfect. PERFECT. Even if it ends up ending after a year or through eternity...just as long as yuri-chan likes it (and no one else), that's enough for me. That's how much I love her.

And then there's that Ken chapter for AFGM...it's for her, too.

Some people have asked me about the LXJ/LXS lemon and the RXP one...the links in my profile didn't work before, and now I made it disappear entirely. Just in case any of those people are reading this (doubtful, but nonetheless), I might take long in putting those up. Let me tell you, writing lemon is a lot HARDER than writing normal, non-lemon stories. A LOT HARDER. Especially since we're talking about extended poetic lemon scenes...because I cannot write anything else. I appreciate dirty lemon, but I don't have it in me to write that type of thing. You might say I'm a carnal poetess.*shrug* Go figure. I like poetic symbolic-ish sex scenes, as you could probably note from my lemons. Anyhow, the point here is, a LONG time. I might take a LONG time to get all those lemons out. But I WILL get them out, and that's a promise. Yakusoku suru, kanarazu da.^^

P.S. If ANYONE copies off the lemon scenes here, I will personally hunt you down and murder you. And trust me, I WILL KNOW. And I will KILL you. Got it?

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Age.
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Here's something I do everytime I bored: I go online and check out other people's profiles on ff.net and see who's under 17 and who's not. I consider those 17 and above to be...within my age league, mainly because most of them (or most of the ones I know) think along the same lines as I do, in most of the ways that matter. In the other ways, I think there's something different, and it's only minor, and something that normally comes with age. I know for a fact that people's way of thinking changes as time passes, and experiences grow. For example, in my less than 20 friends, I see myself in them the way I was when I was their age. Like when I see this person, and hear this certain person (who's less than 20), I think, "hey, that was the way I am back when I was 17." It somehow makes me feel nostalgic.

And there's the writing.

Fact is, people of different ages write differently. Although I feel this is still a case-to-case and experiential basis, it's mostly true. You're not going to have the same idealisms from when you were 17 by the time you're 21, so naturally, when you're 17, most of your writing reflects those idealisms (and fantasies). And then when you turn 21, you're gonna start writing about different things.

How do I know this? Well, proof of it all is my writing. When I read and look back at all my works from when I was...13 to 17, I cringe a lot and think about how incredibly...eh (sappy and ew is more like it) they are. Most are unrealistic in the sense that, well, when you rationally think about it, even though they're fiction (and fiction is quite liberal), they SIMPLY cannot happen. Like, it's so way too far out that it can't even happen in the fiction world. As in really not possible. Does that make any sense?

I doubt, but somehow, it makes sense to me.

Not that I'm saying I write better now than I did at 13 to 17 (perhaps I do...my grammar is a bit more solid nowadays than they used to...but that's not to say I didn't have impeccable grammar and spelling back then. I did. My senior year literature professor would spank me and confiscate my English medal if she finds out I've been neglecting my values of good grammar, diction, vocabulary and spelling). But I know my thesis adviser would spank me to death if he finds out...how excessively I use ellipses, double dashes, colons, semi-colons, and paragraph breaks. I mean, those were MAJOR editing issues in my thesis, for crying out loud. He tried to correct them, but he canNOT do anything about them because little sweet dear me refused to back down. I wanted my format the way it is, and so he just yielded (quite grudgingly...which probably explains the 1.5).

Anyhow, where was I? Um...yeah. Comparing my 13-17 writings with my 18 and above writings, I could say that...I've really matured. For one, there's a lot more sex in my latest works, compared to before (I wrote minimal sex then; no graphic descriptions, but I realized things were much more interesting when they're described in way too graphic detail). There's also a lot more details and descriptions in my works of late. Before, I only used simple "said" and simple descriptions; now, there's a lot more "said cheerfully, said brightly, etc, etc." which, I think, is a good thing. I personally love descriptions (which explains my love for J.R.R. Tolkien and V.C. Andrews, who both describe everything SO explicitly), and more so if they're in-depthly detailed. I guess that sort of comes with age, too.

So...well...that rounds up the road of explanations for writings and age and how it differs and such.

Now comes the whole point of the thing. Age.

Immunity for the whole "I'm getting old and I don't like it" thing probably also comes with age. Right now, I'm still dealing and agonizing over the fact that I'm in my early twenties (by heck, twenty itself sounds so...old), and I'll probably continue doing this until, say...when I'm forty or so. Or if I get married after 30 ("if" being an operative word; right now, I'm at that point where I'm close to believing that I might possibly end up just like one of those Sex and the City ladies), maybe I'll be too busy worrying about my kids and taking care of them (and having sex with my husband...hehe) that I won't even have time to think about age and getting old.

Anyway, 21. Age. How does this couple up with my being bored and checking out other people's ff.net profile?

Thing is, I see these ages (and sometimes, even birthdates) lined up in the bio of a lot of people, and most of those I've checked out (most of those who read my fics) were actually born right after 1982. Meaning, most of them are YOUNGER than 21. I can only count a handful of those who are my age or older. I think I might be writing in the wrong anime category, because like duh, Apple, the fans of Shaman King -are- mostly below 21. Most of them are even wayy below 17. I even know a couple who are 11 or so, and I think...man, these kids. Kids who are TEN years younger than me. A whole DECADE. Born in 1992. Born during the NINETIES. I mean, I was already alive, conscious of social issues, and watching Japanese tv programs during the nineties, for god's sake. I was already thinking of sex during the nineties. I was already thinking of lots of things. Of futures and presents. Careers and such. Where I should go for high school, and even college. What should I do for a living. Who should I marry. Where should I live. Why do I worship America (I don't anymore; I worship Japan, UK, and Italy these days). So what point do I want to make here?

If I had my period at nine, these girls (and boys) could already be MY kids.

Thankfully, I didn't get my period at nine (I had it at twelve...and I hated it), but a close friend of mine did. Which means, -she- could have had these people as -her- children.

And that thought makes me feel how old I am.

A lot of times I still wish I was eight or seven again. Back then, I looked forward to Christmas and New Year and Birthdays and getting older. Now, everytime those celebrations hit, I just cringe. Another Christmas, another New Year, add plus one more to my age again. I'm in the second to the last week of the calendar, dammit...it won't be long until I reach the end. One more decade.

While these...kids, they have two more decades. Two more decades to enjoy until the time of judgment.

I'm bitter, I know.

I really need to get a life. All this boredom is making me think.

Thinking gets me depressed.

I want to go to school again.

Or work...part time. Like, in the afternoon. Around four hours.

Maybe I'll do that.

I'd better start working on that application essay. It's due on Friday.


Current Music: Mr. Deja' Vu (still)
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