Wenn Ihre geboren, Ihre ohne Namen

033. Resting

Mon, 15 Feb 2010 00:57:22 GMT

First of all, Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Hope your having a great one; getting all the chocolate and flowers from your loved ones. Secondly, I'd just like to say I won't be around for a little while, I've run into some health issues and am taking a short break to rest. While resting I'm going to be working on my writing, and when I'm able to come back post them all.

So... again hope you have a wonderful V-Day and days to come. Love you all! ♥

032. Masterlist

Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:44:26 GMT

£ bakugan (battle brawlers and/or new vestoria)

◘ process of delirum. fanfiction or livejournal. masquerade & alice. r18. when she looks in the mirror, masquerade tempts her. this story contains mild sexuality (masturbation and mind-fuckery).

◘ of liars and traitors. fanfiction or livejournal or adult. spectra & mira. r18. his favorite disaster lay in his bed. this story contains mild sexual content (masturbation) and incest.

◘ the crow and the pale boy. fanfiction or livejournal or adult. gus & spectra. r18. the crow descends. this story contains strong sexual content (penetration with an item and without), shonen-ai, and other adult material.

◘ finding home. fanfiction or livejournal or adult. hydron & spectra & gus. r18. he dreams of a home. this story contains strong sexual content (penetration, oral), shonen-ai, and other adult material.

£ d.gray-man

◘ innocence. fanfiction or livejournal. devit & jasdero. pg13. without his innocence... he was just devit. this story contains subtle hints of shonen-ai and spoilers for chapter 109.

◘ fooled. fanfiction or livejournal. kanda & miranda. pg. even sneaking around with the cross exorcist, she's a failure. this story contains sexual implications and is apart of the records project.

◘ battle scent. fanfiction or livejournal. winters & miranda. r18. there's the scent of her shampoo on the most unlikely item. this story contains sexual content (aftermath), blood and is apart of the records project.

◘ being there. fanfiction or livejournal. lenalee & miranda. pg. miranda is a witness to millennium earl's atrocities. this story contains minor shoujo-ai and is apart of the records project.

◘ give. fanfiction or livejournal. arystar & miranda. pg. miranda would and will give up anything for her comrades; her friends. this story contains blood imagery and is apart of the records project.

◘ canvas. fanfiction or livejournal. froi & miranda. pg. miranda never thought of herself as someone's muse. this story contains nude imagery and is apart of the records project.

◘ pathway. fanfiction or livejournal. akuma & miranda. pg13. she can no longer hang onto time. this story contains blood, maybe disturbing imagery, impending character death, and is apart of the records project.

◘ the limit. fanfiction or livejournal. skin & miranda. pg. she's reached it. this story contains disturbing imagery, alternate take, and is apart of the records project.

◘ crown. fanfiction or livejournal. earl & miranda. pg. she wears a crown. this story disturbing imagery, alternate take, and is apart of the records project.

£ death note

◘ train wreck. fanfiction or livejournal. l & misa & raito. r18. she never saw it coming. this story contains mild to strong sexual content (threesome) and possibly other adult material.

◘ transgression against god. fanfiction or livejournal or adult. naomi & raito, l. r18. there is no greater sin than to have the suspected kira wrapped between your legs. this story contains strong adult material (penetration) and possibly other adult material.

◘ spectator. fanfiction or livejournal. naomi & l. pg13. between him and her — there was a quarter inch space. this story contains mild sexual content (dry-humping) and ooc.

◘ time keeper. fanfiction or livejournal. naomi & l & raito. pg13. naomi hopes for one more minute with l, before he is taken away by god. this story contains character death and implications.

◘ striped. fanfiction or livejournal or adult. raito & l. r18. he has a entire arsenal of smarts, shinigami, and perverted boyfriend. this story contains strong sexual content (penetration with object, handjobs), shonen-ai and ooc.

£ gundam 00

◘ all i give. fanfiction or livejournal. setsuna & marina. pg. in the midst of her tragedy, he vows. this story contains subtle hints of heterosexual relationship and spoilers for season one.

£ katekyo hitman reborn

◘ jack and jill. fanfiction or livejournal. byakuran & kyoko. r18. eventually... everything goes tumbling down. this story contains strong adult material (ranging from sexual content to disturbing imagery) and alternate take.

◘ the vision of flames. fanfiction or livejournal. mukuro & kyoko & tsunayoshi. pg13. she's rewarded for her diligent support. this story contains mild adult material, character death, and alternate take.

◘ ship of fool. fanfiction or livejournal. mukuro & kyoko & tsunayoshi. pg. she waits for him. he waits for her. and he won't come. this story contains implied character death and post-canon.

◘ catty cause. fanfiction or livejournal. hibari & kyoko. g. she's compelled to touch them.only question is, will he allow it? this story contains cat ears and alternate universe.

◘ farfalle sono facili da intercettare, per un futuro re. fanfiction or livejournal. byakuran & oc. g. the hundreth and tenth step to becoming king. this story contains animal abuse and speculating.

◘ regali sono un puzzle quando essi stai data dal Cloud Guardian. fanfiction or livejournal. hibari & tsunayoshi. g. a kiss from hibari... huh? this story contains shonen-ai, cliche plot and pre-canon.

◘ demons scent. fanfiction or livejournal. hibari & kyoko & tsunayoshi. r18. she'll never confess. this chapter contains mild sexual content (touching, biting) and possibly other adult material.

◘ the cherished moments. fanfiction or livejournal. kyoko & tsunayoshi. pg. a quiet moment between husband and wife. this story contains minor sexual content (touching), fluff, and post-canon (future).

◘ resolution. fanfiction or livejournal. gokudera & tsunayoshi & kyoko. pg13. he loves tsuna. he loves kyoko and her children. but he loves tsuna. this story contains angst, heavy themes, shonen-ai, past sexual content, vulgar language, and post-canon.

◘ mandarin sky. fanfiction or livejournal. yamamoto & kyoko. pg. kyoko's always wanted to fly. this story contains minor sexual content (kissing, touching).

◘ ambrosia. fanfiction or livejournal. belphagor & kyoko. g. she's seen him once, in her and haru's bakery. this story contains alternate take.

◘ strange games. fanfiction or livejournal. gokudera & bianchi. pg13. she'll try without goggles next time. this story contains mild sexual content and incest.

◘ order of operation. fanfiction or livejournal. byakuran & haru. pg. she could have been the woman at his side. this story contains alternate take, tiny sexual implication, disturbing imagery, one bad word, and character death.

◘ changling. fanfiction or livejournal. ken & chikusa. r18. he hated rabbits. this story contains vulgar language, shonen-ai, and sexual content.

◘ firework. fanfiction or livejournal. byakuran & tsunayoshi. pg. an interlude during battle results in some changes in plans. this story contains light shonen-ai, shota, and action.

◘ a girl's wish. fanfiction or livejournal. reborn & kyoko. pg. the ferry-man waits for his due. this story contains character death, blood and alternate take.

◘ other 27. fanfiction or livejournal. dino & basilcum & hibari. pg13, bordering r18. basil is a good tuna. this story contains shonen-ai, alternate take, shota, blood, and sexual suggestions.

◘ summer rain. fanfiction or livejournal. hibari & tsunayoshi & mukuro. pg. he'll see him under the bright yellow umbrella, chatting on his cell-phone. this story contains unrequited love, alternate universe, shonen-ai, and vulgar language.

◘ bedtime. fanfiction or livejournal. kyoko & colonello & haru. pg13, bordering r18. colonello loves stories. this story contains threesome, alternate take (colonello is alive in tyl) and sexual content (nothing graphic).

◘ palpable. fanfiction or livejournal. mukuro & kyoko. r18. mukuro puts her to bed, like a good guardian, but she won't sleep. this story contains sexual content (penetration, etc) and tyl.

◘ comfort. fanfiction or livejournal. chrome & kyoko & haru. g. its universally reassuring to wake up to familiar surroundings, more so familiar faces. this story contains slight spoilers for tyl. this is under my reborn drabble collection at fanfiction (dot) net.

◘ name. fanfiction or livejournal. lancia & tsunayoshi & mukuro. pg. it sets him free. this story contains shonen-ai undertones (up to your interpretation), spoilers for pre-tyl, character death, and tyl.

◘ like a plague. fanfiction or livejournal. kyoko & daisy. pg. every black rose. this story contains spoilers for tyl (choice battle) and disturbing imagery.

◘ masquerade. fanfiction or livejournal. tsunayoshi & kyoko. pg. it's only with her he allows the mask to drop. this story contains slight angst, fluff, suggestive material, and post-canon (future).

◘ wild card. fanfiction or livejournal. gokudera & byakuran. r18. they both hope to take. this story contains shonen-ai, sexual content (foot-job) and alternate-canon.

◘ red. fanfiction or livejournal. tsunayoshi. pg. sky is ash and soil is also ash. this story contains implied character deaths, tyl and angst.

◘ imprint. fanfiction or livejournal. mukuro. pg. scar branded in the eyes. this story contains violence, pre-canon and spoilers for mukuro's past.

◘ guard. fanfiction or livejournal. hibari & kyoko. g. the wonders in life. this story contains possible spoilers for varia battle.

◘ the effect. fanfiction or livejournal. hibari & tsunayoshi & others. pg13. hibari has told too many lies. this story contains shonen-ai undertones, implied character death and post-canon (future). inspired by a video on youtube. go to livejournal link for the link.

◘ like a man. fanfiction or livejournal. ryohei & kyoko & tsunayoshi. pg. every strong man meets a end. this story contains post canon and implied character death (depends on how you interpret).

£ naruto

◘ danger area. fanfiction or livejournal or adult. shino & hinata & kiba. r18. time for a scrub-down, kiba. this chapter contains sexual content and possibly other adult material.

◘ bed sores. fanfiction or livejournal. neji & hinata. pg13. hinata has a lost a bet with her cousin and now she must sleep in the same room as him! this chapter contains possible adult material.

◘ toppings. fanfiction or livejournal. neji & hinata. r18. eat your fill, brother. this story contains adult material, underage sexual activity and incest.

◘ nothing more, nothing less. fanfiction or livejournal. lee & hinata & neji & others. lee honestly meant to kiss sakura, but his lips found hinata's. this story contains mild adult material, vulgar language, and action.

◘ counting flowers. fanfiction or livejournal. hinata & naruto & sakura. r18. her bouquet of flowers mean nothing like sakura's. this story contains sexual content, 3 years later, and onesided love.

◘ progression. fanfiction or livejournal. hinata & hiashi & oc. pg13. she's come far from timid useless hyuuga heiress to capable murdress imminent leader. this story contains dark and character death.

£ samurai 7

◘ early morning. fanfiction or livejournal. kyuzo & katsushiro. r18. he prefers kyuzo's hands. this story contains shonen-ai and sexual content (masturbation, alluding to more).

◘ in the shadow. fanfiction or livejournal one, two. kyuzo & katsushiro. r18. his lips are as cold as the steel of his swords. this story (overall) contains shonen-ai, sexual content (penetration, etc) and possibly other adult material.

£ scryed

◘ public display. fanfiction or livejournal. mimori & ryuhou. pg. mimori says it was an accident. ryuhou claims purpose. the bottom line is they're cute. this story contains fluff and possibly adult material.

£ toward the terra e

◘ soldiers home. fanfiction or livejournal. blue & jomy. r18. soldiers a greedy fellows. this story contains shonen-ai, sexual content (nothing too graphic) and spoilers.

£ vampire knight

◘ consequences of annoying vampires. fanfiction or livejournal. aidou & zero & others. pg13. there are consequences which come from annoying and annoyed vampires. or maybe its awakening. this story contains subtle hints of shonen-ai and light sexual content (touching).

031. Fanfic 2/2

Sun, 24 Jan 2010 17:38:01 GMT

Notes: Second set. Again, remember to note each warning. Enjoy!

06. Red | Tsunayoshi. Sky is ash and soil is also ash.

07. Imprint | Mukuro. Scar branded in the eyes.

08. Guard | Hibari and Kyoko. The wonders in life.

09. The Effect | Hibari and Tsunayoshi, with others mentioned. Hibari has told too many lies.

10. Like a Man | Ryohei, Kyoko and Tsunayoshi. Every strong man meets a end.

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06. Red | tragedy
featuring: Tsunayoshi Sawada
warnings: Implied character deaths, TYL and angst.
summary: Sky is ash and soil is also ash.

Sky is ashen, fiery and crowded with the scents of burning corpses and black smoke from roasting blast spots. The soil is ashen, desiccated and portrayed with mauled figures. Tsunayoshi sifts his fingers through the soil, picking up a lump and allowing the diaphanous breezes to carry it away. He stands — no longer tall — limp and bleeding from numerous abrasions and torn insides, in the foreground of his greatest failure, staring at the destruction with sharp blankness.

07. Imprint | action
featuring: Mukuro Rokudo
warnings: Violence, pre-canon, and maybe spoilers.
summary: Scar branded in the eyes.

When he stands on the stone steps, facing another set of white-coats, he gets this sense of wonder what his purpose in life is. When arms begin to grab and graze, weapons gauging for any weak spots, the scar branded in his mismatched eyes burn for release. And when the coats lay defeated around him, he looks and believes he's found a bit of purpose: hurting others.

08. Guard | general
featuring: Hibari Kyouya with Kyoko Sasagawa
warnings: Maybe slight spoilers.
summary: The wonders in life.

He wasn't ignorant that she'd left the charm, conspicuously, on top of the bookcase before scampering away. However — he was in wonderment as to why he picked the amulet up, tucking it inside his shirt pocket before leaving to discipline unruly students.

09. The Effect | drama
featuring: Hibari Kyouya with Tsunayoshi Sawada and mentions of others
warnings: Shonen-ai undertones, implied character death, and maybe post-canon.
summary: Hibari has told too many lies. (Inspired by a doujinshi: Butterfly Effect - watch on Youtube).

He's an extreme liar, according to Vongola's Sun Guardian. None of the Guardians have truly placed much trust in him and Hibari has never given them anything to trust. After all, he is much like a cloud: drifting wherever he pleases. There is one inside the Vongola whom places complete faith in Hibari. He is Tsunayoshi Sawada, boss. His unwavering belief in the Cloud Guardian is assiduous to the day a lie Hibari tells rips the family and Tsuna's heart, continually.

10. Like a Man | angst
featuring: Ryohei Sasagawa with Kyoko Sasagawa and Tsunayoshi Sawada
warnings: Post-canon and maybe implied character death (depends on how you interpret).
summary: Every strong man meets a end.

He's a man: strong, immune to sentiment, capable of incredible feats, and proud. And like every man, those he cares for are physically and emotional protected fiercely. Ryohei is stronger than any normal man, and his little sister is protected like no normal girl. He is extremely strong in front of her. Until he is on a mission, where is defenses are penetrated and all crashes down in the arms of Tsunayoshi; where he cries freely at leaving his sister unprotected.

030. Fanfic 1/2

Sun, 24 Jan 2010 16:20:33 GMT

Notes: I'm not exactly sure how to classify these. Its not sentences, not really paragraphs, and not drabbles. I want to say they are just ideas that came popping in my muse. Whatever the case, I hope you enjoy, and please note each rating and warning. Though, I believe there is only one that is mature rated.

01. Comfort Space | Chrome, Kyoko and Haru. Its universally reassuring to wake up to familiar surroundings, more so familiar faces.

02. Name | Lancia, Tsunayoshi and Mukuro. It sets him free.

03. Like a Plague | Kyoko and Daisy. Every black rose.

04. Masquerade | Tsunayoshi and Kyoko. It's only with her he allows the mask to drop.

05. Wild Card | Gokudera and Byakuran. They both hope to take.

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01. Comfort Space | comfort
featuring: Chrome Dokuro with Kyoko Sasagawa and Haru Miura
warnings: Slight spoilers
summary: Its universally reassuring to wake up to familiar surroundings, more so familiar faces.

When Chrome opens her lilac eyes to the world she is blinded with white tile and prickled with isolation. It is fear that grips tightly at her chest and she is terrified her master has finally swallowed her whole with his mastery of illusions. She lays still, unwilling to move, and incapable of moving. Her hand is grabbed from above the sheets; a warm, soft grip. She turns her hopeful gaze... sweet and beautiful faces of girls she knows little about, but is glad to see, smile down at her with overjoyed meaning.

She beams through tears.

02. Name | angst
featuring: Lancia with Tsunayoshi Sawada and mentions of Mukuro Rokudo
warnings: Possible shonen-ai undertones and onesided love (depends on how you interpret)... and spoilers, and maybe TYL.
summary: It sets him free.

His name was never significant to him; a word branded at birth that meant less to him than what he wore. He carried the name throughout is trails and tribulations, and within his first years of being apart of Estrano Family. Until — the gangly boy marked with the name Mukuro Rokudo stole his name by butchering the family and framing him for the massacre. And for years to pass, his identity lay hidden under a ruthless murder until another gangly boy of stark contrast to Mukuro stood before him, giving his identity back in spades.

He smiled at the memories of that half-baked baptism, grateful he could be set free by the innocent boy and die within the arms of the unchanged boy.

03. Like a Plague | horror
featuring: Kyoko Sasagawa with mention of Daisy
warnings: Spoilers with maybe distrubing imagery.
summary: Every black rose.

Like a vicious plague embracing her body... black roses haunt each passing thought, each daydream, and most dreams. She quits purchasing the roses — now lilies cram her room — and no longer injures herself to the point of stitches. These slightly radical changes to her life are only explained by the passing thoughts, daydreams and dreams of the boy: his body marred with stitches, his stringy hair covering bulbous eyes, extending a soulless wilted black rose as an offering to peel her beautiful skin.

04. Masquerade | romance
featuring: Tsunayoshi Sawada with Kyoko Sasagawa
warnings: Future (post-canon), slight angst and fluff.
summary: It's only with her he allows the mask to drop.

It is a slight drop, allowing the merest of pain to materialize on his strong face. When she is afforded this glimpse of his troubles, she soothes them away with gentle caresses and soft kisses to his worn features. Her loving and understanding ministrations strike him deeply to his core, urging him to stay home and make love to his wife till the barrel of a gun pressed tightly to his skull pulls the mask back in place.

05. Wild Card | general
featuring: Gokudera Hayato with Byakuran
warnings: Slight sexual themes/content (foot-job?), shonen-ai, and alternate-canon.
summary: They both hope to take.

Gokudera Hayato was named the youngest Chess Champion of Italy when he was six. Byakuran... he was never formerly announced as a champion, but could more than hold his own against the champ. They play aggressively in their luxurious bedroom; mostly beside the bed because both know where the game will lead once Gokudera becomes fed up with Byakuran's foot chafing his swollen length through his tight jeans. He'll yell, pounce on the man and they'll fuck hard, leaving their game till morning where Byakuran will take Gokudera's King,

029. Fanfic - 1/1

Fri, 22 Jan 2010 20:00:24 GMT

Soldiers Home
Fandom: Toward the Terra
Featuring: Jomy Marquis and Soldier Blue
Genre: Romance
Rating: R18
Warnings: Shonen-ai, canon (sometime after Jomy is named Soldier), sexual themes/content, and male bonding / fluff. The sex is nothing graphic, but still be at least 18 years of age or above. I'm placing it under the Explicit option, just to have peace of mind.
Summary: Soldiers are greedy fellows.
Notes: This actually turned out not as I was hoping. I was in a driven mood for rough sex, but halted by the tender care these two showed for each other. So... it turned out more romantic than sexually charged.

Breathless moans, whispers of love you, kiss me, take me; slick, hot wetness; intense heat hotter than the inferno. Blue was surrounded by salty tears and sweat, the scent of their union, and Jomy's comforting heat. Encouraged by his equally heated hands roving over his chest languidly, Blue opened his gaze to Jomy's angelic face plastered in erotic pleasure. His kiss-swollen lips caught between his teeth and his loving gaze all the more a pierce to his heart from the wanting expression hidden within there golden color.

Blue wanted him. And him alone.

Blue smiled contently, reaching up to cup his lovers face. His thumbs skimmed Jomy's cheeks lovingly. He loved this man to the absolute point of obsession. He'd abused his power of telepathy to call the younger man to his chambers on numerous occasions for his mere company. He was weak from many years of protecting the Mu from humans, and now was confined to his quarters for Jomy to take his stead.

“Blue,” Jomy whispered hoarsely, rocking inside the older man just a little harder than his previous thrust. Blue's attention was immediately grabbed and he grabbed the younger mans shoulder. His intention was the draw Jomy down, he wanted to kiss him, show him through the contact that he loved and appreciated Jomy's patience with his weakness. He wanted Jomy to know how much he loved him. And hoped he was loved back with equal intenseness.

Jomy smiled, only it was half-hidden by his blonde locks cascading down his face. He was stronger and had tapped inside the shaky barriers of Blue's mind, he read Blue's request and obliged. Bending down, his weight rested slightly on Blue and more on the bed beneath, Jomy took Blue's mouth sweetly. Probing and filling the man with the love he held for him. Filling his request.

Being overcome with Jomy's sweet tongue, his love bursting onto it and filling every nook and cranny of his body, Blue spasmed below, coated them both in his pleasure. The end wasn't over, his body continued to be crashed by waves of tinglingly heat, so much that he hugged Jomy tightly, moaning his release inside the others mouth.

Caught between the warmth of Blue's mouth, body and his orgasm still rocking his body with shivers, Jomy sped his thrust to almost fury movement. The increased pace served more to arouse the weaker man again, as Jomy felt between their pressed bodies. Feeling each ounce of strength from his lovers body near depleted, he decided several rounds would have to wait till Blue gained more strength; he had to make this last thrust count. Sliding out and angling with his bodies instinct, he propelled inside once and released himself from their searing kiss long enough to scream out his own pleasure; filling Blue to the brim of leakage.

Collapsing further into his lover, Jomy rested exhaustedly half on and off his lover. Blue seemed to sense the care his lover held for him and brushed blonde locks from Jomy's face, capturing his lips in a sweet brush. He embraced him tighter, enjoying the slight trembles going up and down his lovers body.

Resting within each others warm embrace, their shallow and hot breaths sounding in each others ears, they dare not move. After so long of wanting to claim and be claimed Blue wrapped his arms more tightly around Jomy, placing small kisses along the other's ear. He whispered, “I love you, Jomy. I love you.”

Hearing the eloquent sweet emotion in his lovers voice, brought a instant small smile to Jomy's lips. He buried his face in Blue's neck, sniffing the scent of fresh morning. Odd, since they lived in space, seeing no morning for nearly a decade, but refreshing and comforting like they lived in a world where the sun rises, washing away the night. He whispered against flesh, “I love you, Blue. Forevermore.”

THE END.

028. Fanfic 1/1

Sun, 10 Jan 2010 23:32:12 GMT

Striped. Death Note. Raito Yagami/L Lawliet. He has a entire arsenal of smarts, shinigami and perverted boyfriend. General (Genre) R18 (Rating) Shonen-ai, sexual content and misuse of candy (Warnings).

Author's Notes: I usually stay far away from this couple. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy this couple as a couple, but more so as adversaries. So attempting to write them is a big experiment on its own. Forgive me if it doesn't make much sense; its all in good fiction fun. And on a off-topic note, forgive the steamy icon attached.

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Of all the perversions in the world and of all the perverse people committing perversions, he had to fall for the weridest of the bunch.

Ryuzaki wouldn't be so outlandish if he spruced himself up. This is outward appearance wise, because there was no help for toning his habitude to presentable quality. Unfortunately, the obtuse man cared nil about what others discerned of him. His duty was to justice, not fashion or others' comfort.

This may explain his attachment to the older man. Ryuzaki was different. He followed no set pattern or code of society. He was the green shell in the hundreds of pale. And for Raito, who's attention of others was kin but severely repressed from repetition, found solace in Ryuzaki's difference to diagrams.

But even if he had found an anomaly he loved, this didn't mean he had to enjoy its quips. He dealt with them with a strong measure of patience and little understanding.

He was perplexed even further by his lover when Ryuzaki had upped the ante in their bedroom with God awful candy. Raito wondered again why he picked Ryuzaki.

“Let me adjust, pervert.” Raito squirmed uncomfortable against the sticks of candy canes as he tried desperately to find a position where the capacity of twenty sticks didn't feel too painful or itchy.

Ryuzaki didn't seem the least bit weary of the situation. Pervert extreme. He positioned himself more comfortable — or as comfortable — on top of Raito's hips. With their bodies close together he shifted without warning, effectively bumping his cock against Ratio's.

“God dammit, Ryuzaki! I just said let me adjust before you go on without me.” Despite his actual annoyance of Ryuzaki's disregard he couldn't deny he liked Ryuzaki taking the initiative; and the feel of their cocks being rubbed together didn't feel bad. He gripped the older mans hips, hoping to both steady his clumsy jerks and to stop them all together.

“Now let me adjust —”

He was cut off short when Ryuzaki ignored him again and twisted the candy around, thrusting the sticks in and out, twisting them around inside, pulling them out, and repeating.

Raito flipped. His head crashed back against the headboard and the wall. “Fuck it.” He says. If Ryuzaki was impatient who was he to stand in the mans way. Besides the dryness of the candy no longer called for his attention. They now were moist from his insides and being shifted in and out and around felt incredible against his walls.

The pace increased at his ass and he moved a hand inbetween their bodies to play at his cock. Neglected for a short period of time did nothing to quell of heat pulsating from his first touch of them. His other hand joined, pumping Ryuzaki's along side his.

Both men fucked, rubbed, twisted their hips, moaned in bliss, and found hotness radiating in waves inside. This lasted until Ryuzaki snapped, clamming his mouth shut and squeezing both the candy and Raito's shoulder. Raito followed afterwards, expressing his climax with Ryuzaki's name and two extra jerks to both their cocks; until resting his grip.

He breathed out a large sigh and leaned forward to give a kiss to his boyfriend, only Ryuzaki craned his head back.

“What the hell?!” He was about to grab the mans chin and violently crash his lips against any part of flesh of his face. He would have done this if he hadn't felt something being taken from within and below.

“Ryuzaki...?”

His boyfriend turned and inbetween lips he had seeked and been denied, caught between his thumb and pointer finger, was a candy cane. He noted Ryuzaki was sucking on the end that was just inside his ass.

“Its good, Raito-kun. There are plenty, do you want one?”

Raito smacked his forehead and cursed the Gods for sending such a perverse companion.

027. Fanfic 8/38

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 16:19:42 GMT

Records. 001. 002. 003. D.Gray-man. Skin/Miranda and Earl/Miranda. A drabble collection featuring the character Miranda Lotto paired romantically or generally with other D.Gray-man characters. See each header for further information. Please note the ratings and warnings.

Author's Notes: These were done very quickly and I apologize if they suck. I'm very displeased with the first and may come back to touch it up. Sorry for spamming your F-list, again. Enjoy and feedback is wanted and appreciated. :)

£ Record no. 7 - The Limit
Featuring: Skin Bolic and Miranda Lotto
Rating: PG for disturbing imagery
Summary: She's finally reached it.

Miranda's deep groan of pain comes from a many of things. She shifts her eyes to her companion and shakes her head in amazement. “Skin, I can't believe your still eating.” She groans again as he stuffs a whole 6-inch candy cane in his mouth.

“Skin, don't you think its time you stop?” Her mouth involuntarily twitches when he stuffs a whole bowl of candy corn in his mouth. Even more so when he shakes his head, a couple of corns falling from his mouth, when he answers her question. “Eating this much in such a short amount of time is unhealthy.”

She squirms at the shift in her stomach. She devoured four plates, which in a sick way made her proud. But apparently from the noises admitting from down below, her stomach didn't agree. “Skin, I think I'm goin' pop.”

“What are you talking about! Eat more, Miranda!” He shouts through shoving even more candy into his mouth.

“I don't think so.” She declines when he shoves a few bowls over to her side of the table. She looks up into his eyes and cringes at the tears beginning to form. “I-I'm sorry Skin... I just don't love candy as much as you.”

A tear drips into his bowl. She sighs and picks herself up, with much effort, and waddles over to his side, to sit in his lap, arms draped around his neck. “I would love to have more.”

He grins, allowing her to wipe away the tears while he begins to fill another plate up just for her.

£ Record no. 8 - Crown
Featuring: Millennium Earl and Miranda Lotto
Rating: PG for disturbing imagery
Summary: She wears a crown.

The crescendo of the Opera ends with a simultaneous mute. Hands praise politely, nothing like the hysterics of gracious fans. Another sound resonates in the dying chatter of flesh hitting flesh. A melodic feminine voice transforms into a full-bodied woman, her hands reaching towards the spotlight, voice climbing higher as she approaches center-stage.

Miranda ignores the tears dripping down her chin; she can't move to wipe them away, and frankly she doesn't care that she's showing her approval.

“Magnificent!” The voice isn't of the actor. It is closer, only for her ears to soak in. She doesn't flinch when hands come to rest at her shoulders, or become annoyed when her vision is blocked partly by a over-sized top hat.

“Yes. Very.” Her simple reply seemed to annoy the creature behind her, for he squeezes her shoulders with force. She doesn't flinch.

“But your more magnificent.” His grin is hot against her cheek, salvia from his mouth mixing with fresh tears. He moves a hand up her neck to the crown atop her head, pressing it down. “This is for you, my Queen,” he presses harder, nibbles on her cheek with his large teeth — still she does not flinch, “enjoy it.”

And he leaves her, to disappear into the darkness behind her. She still feels the lingering coldness of his touch, the smell of death and something distinctive only a maniac possesses, when her ears finally target the sound of singing. She looks down, fresh tears joining old and his salvia finds its way to her heart.

026. Fanfic 1/1

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 23:09:44 GMT

Palpable. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Mukuro Rokudo/Kyoko Sasagawa with suggestive Tsunayoshi Sawada/Kyoko Sasagawa and mention of Hibari Kyouya. Mukuro puts her to bed, like a good guardian, but she won't sleep. General (Genre) R18 (Rating) Sexual content (Warnings).

Author's Notes: I am completely dissatisfied with this. I had such a hard time writing porn for this couple. I'll be trying again in the near future. Or touch this one up. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. And sorry for spamming.

He sighs. He sometimes hates the extra duties as Mist Guardian. Her weight is nothing in his arms, lithe and barely registers on his knees. He looks down at the bundle of innocence: mouth parted to inhale/exhale warm air, short brown tresses resting against smooth flesh. He groans, “Such a troublesome job.”

He enters her quarters: gray and dull, suitable for an underground home, and places her gently against soft sheets. He arranges the pillows so she'll be comfortable and begins to trek back to where he found her.

“Mukuro-kun?” He stops at the sweet intrusion and turns. She is already sitting up on her elbows, seemingly fully awake. He nearly smirks at her ability to act.

“Yes.” He turns his body around, aware now that she's made quick work of sitting on folded legs. His curiosity is raised even further when her fist clench tightly. “I don't read bedtime stories, Kyoko-chan.”

She's silent in her approach and he doesn't move. She lifts her weight on knees and her hands grasp each of his wrist. She leans upward, straining a little to accommodate his height, and hovers against his lips. She bites her own in fear of rejection and waits for him.

“No good-night kisses either.” He looks deeply into her eyes, digging deep for an explanation, but only finding naked fear and a woman's desire. He smirks, “Fine then. You'll regret this in the morning.” He leans downward, murmuring against her lips, “Tsunayoshi will be very heart-broken.” He captures them, suckling and gaining access rather quickly.

He soon finds himself being pulled down onto her small weight, tongue still exploring her warm cavern. Hands tugging impatiently at his clothes and he breaks away to oblige her. And in the process strip her as well. He returns and explores every part of her smooth body.

He makes quick work of this escapade, silencing her first orgasm with a hand to the mouth. His fingers retreat from her opening and are replaced with his staggering arousal. He watches as her face transforms from emotion to emotion. She's a pretty girl, innocent, but not someone he craves. His reasoning for participating in this sorted “lend me a hand” act are only clouded by the heat of Kyoko and her shaky hands grabbing hand-fulls of his hair.

Besides, he'll mull over 'why' later on. For now he enjoys Kyoko's tightening walls to the point where he wonders if he'll have to slap a hand over his mouth as well.

He doesn't have time for that, clenching his teeth hard and pressing down tightly against Kyoko's face, he shuts both their climaxes in. After a few moments of quiet he looks down at her sleeping. This time its real, her deep breaths are evident of that. He smirks pointedly at her body, roving his eyes over what he's just sank into. He thinks, “Hm. Perhaps extra work isn't too bad.”

025. Fanfic 6/38

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 18:27:15 GMT

Records. 001. 002. D.Gray-man. Froi/Miranda and Akuma/Miranda. A drabble collection featuring the character Miranda Lotto paired romantically and generally with other D.Gray-man characters. See each header for further information. Remember to note each rating and warnings.

Author's Notes: I apologize if neither one makes sense. I typed these in 3 to 5 minutes and was too lazy to put much thought into their construction. This is cross-posted, so sorry for the spamming. Enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated.

£ Records no. 5 - Canvas
Featuring: Froi Tiedoll and Miranda Lotto (non-pairing)
Rating: PG for nude imagery
Summary: Miranda never thought of herself as someone's muse.

She'd never thought of herself as someone's muse, much less be standing naked — one arm covering her breast, the other her private area — with her senior glancing pointedly at her body and back to his easel.

“I-Is this o-okay, Froi-sensei?” She muttered against dry lips. She'd kill for water, more so for someone to burst through the door and open an escape route. She'd agreed to this, but her modesty was clouding her kindness. She'd agree to this for one reason: to help. She wanted to help Froi, he'd been exceptionally kind to her and when he so sorrowfully told her he needed new inspiration, she'd come up with this. She was plenty angry with herself and once this escapade was over, she'd drown herself in the bathtub.

“Of course, Miss-Lotto! You are a very kind and helpful daughter. I appreciate your idea and for your bravery to go through with it.” His jubilant tone and sincere smile left her flushing and making a few changes to her persona. If he truly appreciated her, then she wouldn't disappoint him. Relaxing her arms, just slightly, she afforded his waiting gaze with a tiny smile.

£ Records no. 6 - Pathway
Featuring: Akuma and Miranda Lotto (non-pairing)
Rating: PG13 for blood and (impending) character death(s).
Summary: She can no longer hang onto time.

She stands in the foreground of devastation, friends lost limbs and lost lives, printed upon darkening skies with flashing lights splashing against it once in a while, or whenever an attack from her closest friends (those still hanging on) commence an attack. She drops to her knees, exhausted and feeling the entire weight of her failure on her wrist.

She apologizes to her innocence, to the hot wind that just brushed past her. She wipes the tears away, only to be replaced by more, and looks around. Nothing but bloody and broken bodies cover her field of vision. She's surrounded by her failure and it bites even heavier on her stomach. She places a hand there, coating it with her own bloody and broken body.

She's fought hard, till near death, and Lenalee and the others would be proud. Hell, even her mother and father would be proud of her, if they were alive. But alas, like the corpses around her, they are dead and never coming back, and she blames this on the weight in her heart.

She apologizes again and falls back on her bare back. Now with a clear vision of nothing but sky, she smiles contently at the only brightness of the tiny stars. The wave of hot air brushes against her again, only this time its closer and at her feet, and traveling. Her birds eye is blocked by a mangle of distorted features.

An Akuma has her, and this time time she apologizes to her friends.

024. Fanfic 5/5

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 14:21:01 GMT

Katekyo Hitman Reborn Drabbles. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Tsuna/Byakuran, Kyoko/Reborn, Basilcum/Dino, Mukuro/Tsuna, onesided Tsuna/Hibari and Haru/Colonnello/Kyoko. Five drabbles featuring crack pairings in a romantic or general sense. See each header for further information. Please note the warnings.

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Author's Notes: I really enjoyed writing these. Except for the last, Haru/Colonnello/Kyoko. I didn't like writing Colonnello in that type of situation. Other than that, it was fun. Enjoy and remember feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

£ Firework
Featuring: Tsunayoshi Sawada and Byakuran (27100)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shonen-ai, shota, action and kiss between males.
Summary: An interlude between the battle results in changes in plans.

“You'll never win, Byakuran.” He says, sliding across the ground, away form his said opponent. Smoke, dust and blood catch in the morning light and spatter against the large three trunks. They've been at this first, stale mate, for nearly an hour. Dawn has broken and through the trees light flutters to catch their hairs in golden shine.

“I haven't' lost anything until I'm dead on the ground, Tsuna-kun.” He says his name casually, adjusting his fighting stance to an advantage point. He stares into red ruby orbs, waiting for the young man to make his own stance. Round fourteen is up.

“...” Tsuna sighs and gets into position, his fist aflame — as well as his forehead — he stares into Byakuran's light blue eyes. His mind runs a thousand seconds and begins throwing out a scenario of his opponents next move.

The movement is quick, sudden, and Tsuna barely blocks the onslaught of fist. Byakuran changes his tactic, he grabs and has the tiny Vongola boss by both arms and is pressed tightly against the frail body. Tsuna struggles fiercely.

“Struggling will not save the future. Fight young Vongola. Thats if you can.” He taunts Tsuna and Tsuna heightens his Death Flame, but is still unable to break free from Byakuran's mighty grip.

It is a stale mate, again. Byakuran's eyes lighten with amusement as he watches Tsuna struggle like a cat struggling to free itself from the dog-napper. He smirks, a brilliant, devious idea springing in that action.

“Hey, Tsuna-kun,” He says lightly, he can afford the light tone, he's not the one about to get his world turned upside-down. Tsuna grits his teeth, continues to strengthen his arm muscles, and looks up slightly through red hot flame. Byakuran's smirk widens, “I think I'll win.” He says before bending down to the young Vongola's short height and placing his lips against the boys.

Tsuna's eyes widen to saucers, his blood pulsates with both anger, frustration, fear, and excitement. He pushes away, finally breaking away from Byakuran. Or Byakuran let him go. He looks incredibly at the older man, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Byakuran smiles, near damn tenderly, and looks coolly upon Tsuna. “Come now, Tsuna-kun, don't look at me like that. You'll get wrinkles.” He chuckles.

Tsuna increases his flame to maximum. He's had it with this battle. He has people, friends, loved ones, and a past to get back too. But before he goes back to the past, he has to save the future. And the only way to do that is to defeat the man before him, despite how much he secretively enjoyed this battle and the kiss.

“Some secrets are meant to be buried.” He murmurs, taking his battle stance with fierce resolve. Byakuran sighs, takes his stances and quickly rubs his lips. Still warm and tingling. He grins.

“Maybe I've got something else to look forward to.” He says, rushing forward in a nanosecond, clashing with Tsuna.

£ A Girl's Wish
Featuring: Reborn and Kyoko Sasagawa (R95 or RK)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character death and blood.
Summary: The ferry-man waits for his due.

The wounds are nasty, deep, bleeding fresh pints of blood, and life-threating. Reborn in his baby form assesses this without even examining the multitude of wounds Kyoko has over the spain of her body. He moves towards her head to check if her vitals are stable — they aren't, and are dropping slowly.

Kyoko stirs, opening her eyes to a black fedora in her field of vision. Normally she'd jump, effectively bumping her head with the unknown body, but she finds herself unable to do so. The shadow moves and she relaxes when she sees its Tsuna-kun's mentor, Reborn, the tiny mafioso. She smiles.

“Reborn?” She mutters, unclear as to why her voice won't come out without a choke. “Is everyone alright? I-I remember an explosion and a person who was see-through.” She turns her head downward at Reborn, who is beside her holding her hand, but oddly she can't feel that.

He stays quiet for a moment, contemplating on either telling her the truth: everyone is alright, Haru sustained a few cuts, that she alone took the full brunt of Ghost's attack; or tell her she's simply dreaming — they aren't in the middle of a battle. His nature tells him the former is what she needs to hear, the unvarnished truth, but before he can say anything she beats him to the punch when he feels her pulse drop suddenly.

“R-Reborn... why does it hurt? What happened? I-I...” She finally feels the pain shoot through her whole body, up and down, to her toes to the top of her head where it tingles in a sickening way. She coughs, unable to see it, but feels she's coughed up blood. It finally hits her and she begins to cry. “I-I'm dying, aren't I Reborn?” She turns teary-eyed to the child.

Reborn stares into her eyes. “Yes.” He says simply, without a lie present. He pulls something out of his little suit pocket and places it in Kyoko's hand, and then continues to squeeze her hand until the young girl is whimpering incoherently into the sky and finally the only thing Reborn can hear are the crickets and the sound of many feet making there way towards the forest opening.

Reborn doesn't let go of her hand when shrill cries meet him, hands grabbing and shaking Kyoko's shoulders. He grips harder, enclosing the two coins he's given her inside.

£ Other 27
Featuring: Basilcum and Dino, brief mention of Hibari Kyouya (84D)
Rating: PG13, bordering R18
Warnings: Shonen-ai, shota, sexual suggestions and blood.
Summary: Basil is a good Twin.

“Come here, my little 27.” Basil obeys happily, crawling out of his sheets, his naked flesh now exposed to the warmth of the log fire and pale in the moonlight streaming through the curtains, and more importantly to Dino's eyes. He moves across the plush carpet to sit in front of the golden bronco.

“That's good.” Dino smiles, happy to be home for many reasons, the most important: the young boy sitting in front of him, unashamed at his naked flesh. He reaches out to tuck away brown locks and cups the young boys face. “Did you miss me?” He asks lovingly.

Basil readily nods his head, “Art missed you much, Dino-sama.” Without no order, he grabs the older mans hand and cringes at the wound that is presented there. “Dino-sama, who?”

Dino smiles at the sad, tender look in his young lovers face. “Hibari-kun is quite the fierce fighter,” he chuckles.

Basil blinks at his older lover and looks back to the wound. Its deep, even though its on apart of his body that isn't very fleshy, its deep enough to look as if Hibari-san was trying to slice Dino's hand right off. Basil wouldn't put it past the Cloud Guardian. He looks up to his lover and says, “Dino-sama, art shall clean your wounds.”

He begins to move away but his lover stops him with a firm hand to the shoulder. Basil looks curiously at his lover. “Its alright, Basil-kun. I don't want this silly wound coming inbetween our time together.” He lifts his head and smirks devilishly at his young lover, who squirms under the heated gaze.

“Dino-sama...” He whimpers, allowing his lover to gently push him onto the carpet. Dino hovering above him, knee near his crotch, and both hands on either side of his head, he flushed for the first time since Dino came in.

Dino smirked, “Basil-kun, you truly are Tsuna-kun's twin.” He bends down, devouring Basil's welcoming warmth.

£ Summer Rain
Featuring: Mukuro Rokudo (mentioned), Tsunayoshi Sawada and Hibari Kyouya (6927, onesided 1827)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Vulgar language, shonen-ai, AU and unrequited love.
Summary: He'll see him under the bright yellow umbrella, chatting on his cell-phone.

Hibari watches the light dribbles of rain come down the school windows. Its boring, the rain, the teachers squeaky voice, the girls staring at the back of his hand, its all annoying him to the point where's he's ready to jump right out the window. He'll land on the sloppy wet ground, despite it being wet, because he's skilled and mad enough at the world to do such a feat.

He yawns silently, so not to draw attention to himself, and glances further out the window. Someone catches his eye at the gate. He immediately cringes, he knows only one person to hold a bright yellow umbrella and be chatting happily away on his cell-phone in this depressing whether.

Tsunayoshi Sawada. He goes to the same school. He is a gangly, lanky, loser of a young boy. But he has a cheerful, helpful disposition which wins him the friendship of a small group of friends. Among them is Tsunayoshi's boyfriend: Mukuro Rokudo. He's just another good-looking boy who's mysterious, devious ways earn him a good following of fangirls. Almost as many as him. This is who Tsuna's so joyfully chatting with. He knows it. And despises it.

Hibari Kyouya, head prefect, able to get anyone/anything and make anyone do anything he wanted, was hopelessly in unrequited love. He'd never meant to fall in love nor with a small boy and a overly cheerful one. But he had and when he began to watch his love closely he'd been more than peeved to learn that Tsunayoshi had already been snagging.

“God damn, mother fucking, Mukuro.” He says, gaining the attention of everyone, including the teacher. He turns to them, throws a vicious glare and watches them squeak and go back to teaching, listening and sleeping. He turns back to the gate and finds Tsuna is gone, leaving no evidence he was there in the first place. He grumbles and goes back to watching the boring, stupid rain dribble down the window.

£ Bedtime
Featuring: Haru Miura, Colonnello and Kyoko Sasagawa (86C95)
Rating: PG13, bordering R18
Warnings: Threesome and sexual content (mild).
Summary: Colonnello loves stories.

Colonnello loves when the training is over and everyone is settled into bed. This time means that Kyoko-chan and Haru-chan will arrive in his room to tell him his favorite bedtime stories. But he likes to surprise them, which he does every time, for when they walk in they find an adult tucked in bed instead of a child.

They always chide him and give into his pathetic apologies and begin to strip themselves of their nighties. In moments all three find themselves in a orgy of pleasure and pain. And when Colonnello watches them obey his order to touch themselves he again reminds himself why he loves bedtime stories.

Before each lady finds cloud nine he enters Kyoko and makes work of Haru with his tongue. And after all is done, they'll sleep exhausted and a blast of smoke will signify his change. He'll then crawl his way between both ladies and find peaceful dreams without a story.

023. Fanfic 5/5

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 15:20:04 GMT

Katekyo Hitman Reborn Drabbles. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Kyoko/Yamamoto, Kyoko/Belphagor, Bianchi/Gokudera, Byakuran/Haru and Ken/Chikusa. Five drabbles featuring crack pairings in a romantic or general sense. See each header for further information. Remember to note the warnings.

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Author's Notes: Merry Christmas all! Enjoy the drabbles and remember to give some feedback. :)

£ Mandarin Sky
Featuring: Kyoko Sasagawa and Takeshi Yamamoto (9580 or K80)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight sexual content (nothing graphic)
Summary: Kyoko's always wanted to fly.

Kyoko has always wanted to soar through the sky like she's seen Tsuna-kun carry out. Her brother had his fantasies — momentous boxing club with a myriad of members — her secret fantasy was to float with and against the clouds, to almost reach out and touch a flock of birds, to even perhaps come that much closer to heaven, the paradisal place where her beloved parents rest.

But she isn't like Tsuna-kun or the others, she wasn't born with unnatural talent. The closets she'll ever get to piercing the blue sky is being crushed against a mandarin painted wall, Yamamoto-kun's powerful hands inside her skirt and his lips devouring her own.

£ Ambrosia
Featuring: Kyoko Sasagawa and Belphagor (95B or KB)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: She sees him once in her and Haru's bakery.

She'll never forget that day in her and Haru's bakery. She'd thought it'd be a typical visit: stand over the display cases of cakes and delicacies for ten minutes, decide on the top three, check out, and before leaving ingesting two of the top three purchases.

Only, on that particular day, there'd been trouble. She hadn't met him personal, and she was pretty sure he hadn't noticed her, his attention was glued to the berating manager.

She'd didn't hear the whole conversation and her lip-reading skills weren't polished. All she caught was his absurd — and egotistical — catch-phrase after taking the special order cake: “After all, I'm a prince.”

£ Strange Games
Featuring: Bianchi and Hayato Gokudera (B59)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sexual content (nothing too graphic) and incest
Summary: She'll try without goggles next time.

Through foggy goggles she makes out the silhouette of her brothers flushed face — all red, eyes closed tightly in concentration, bottom lip caught between pearly whites — his body slick with sweat and another bodily fluid.

She decides quickly, before the heat penetrates her core, that next time she'll try not wearing the goggles.

£ Order of Operation
Featuring: Byakuran and Haru Miura (10086)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Disturbing imagery, tiny sexual implication and character death. One bad word.
Summary: She could have been the woman at his side.

The first time he holds her, she's shaking with apprehension born from unequivocal fear. The second, she is stiff, cold. The first time he plays with her hair, its coarse and speckled with blood: not his or hers. The second, it is combed, cleaned and styled in his favorite way. The first time he watches her, she sleeps disturbed from dreams he no undoubtedly gave her. The second, her face is serene, angelic like the day he first fucked her.

To him, she was a plaything: the one woman he could dangle in front of the Vongola's eyes, flaunting his ability to capture what they tried to keep save, effortlessly. He didn't believe he'd enjoy her, after all he was becoming the strongest man in existence, female company didn't appeal much to his quest. However, he did enjoy her. In fact he relished in the sight of her every morning, sleeping beautifully and soundly at his side. When he returned she welcomed him home will dull excitement.

But as he predicated, she became a casualty of his unyielding conquest instead of a steady life partner, which somewhere in his heart he hoped she'd become.

£ Changling
Featuring: Ken Joshima and Chikusa Kakimoto (KC)
Rating: R18
Warnings: Shonen-ai, one bad word and sexual content.
Summary: He hated rabbits.

He hated animals. He was less than thrilled when child Ken had bumped into him when they were escaping the Estraneo Family. He'd tried to shake the young boy, but it seemed they kept matching each others whereabouts. And once they found Mukuro, he knew he'd be stuck with the animal.

“I hate rabbits.” He says, clenching his legs tighter around Ken's pumping hips. The long, flopping ears that of a rabbit keep brushing against his cheeks, and he hates that.

“They say people can do it like rabbits.” Ken winks, pumping into Chikusa slower and rubbing the mans cock harder.

“You've been reading? I'm proud.” He is the master of the expressionless face, but nearly shows a tiny smirk.

“SHUT UP!” He's infuriated his comrade/fuck partner/animal and when Ken releases his rabbit form, smiles.

022. Fanfic 1/1

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 00:18:14 GMT

Consequences of Annoying Vampires. Vampire Knight. Aidou/Zero. There are consequences which come from annoying and annoyed vampires. General (Genre) PG13 (Rating) Hints of shonen-ai, vulgar language (one word) and sexual themes.

"Wah! This is too sweet."

Zero isn't surprised another wailing cry shrieks across the room. He'd been sitting (stuck) in the same room with the idol of school–Aidou Hanabusa–for nearly forty-five minutes and all the young vampire has done is complain. His food–which he so kindly cooked him–was either not throughly cooked or over cooked. His drink didn't have enough sugar or ice-cubes. His desert too sweet.

He'd had it. "If you don't like it, go away." He eyed the blonde for any indication he'd listened and hopefully take the command. Aidou simply shrugged his slim shoulders and slumped against the table. 'Great. He isn't leaving.'

Zero sighed and returned to reading the novel in his hands. He could very easily toss the vampire out of the room, he was strong enough since he too laid claim to being a vampire. But then he'd be running the risk of Yuuki finding out and be scolded for his insensitivity. Too much hassle. Aidou was well considered the baby vampire and everyone tip-toed around his feelings. Especially when he went emo.

"Zero. What'cha reading?" He'd been engrossed in his analysis that he hadn't sensed Aidou had gotten up and crossed the room to sit on his knees beside him. He turned, the blonde bore a childish curious face and was leaning over to read a paragraph.

"Hey! Get away." He snapped the book close, much to Aidou's displeasure. He angrily pouted and stared into Zero's equally annoyed face.

"I was just asking. You don't have to get so bent out of shape." He turned his attention back to the book. "Give it here." Zero snorted and began to move away from the couch, book in hand. Aidou would have none of that, with speed only a non-human possessed he grabbed Zero by the arm and yanked him till the book was close enough to snatch. He then turned his back and smirked triumphantly.

"Hey!" Zero snarled. He was a bit out of place that Aidou would go that far just for curiosity sake. The boy was a serious case of bi-polar. More importantly he'd touched him and stole something of his. He stomped his foot. "Give it back, Aidou."

The blonde turned his head slightly and stuck out his tongue. Zero gasped. All the patience in the world couldn't save Aidou from Zero when he grabbed the blonde by the shoulders and yanked him hard down against the couch. He reached for the book, using Aidou's momentary stun. But Aidou was quicker to recover and rolled onto his stomach, hiding the book safely between himself and the couch. Zero snapped, he pulled the idol over with all his strength, but apparently too much for Aidou rolled off the couch and Zero losing his balance and falling on his ass.

"Damn it." He cursed through clenched teeth. "See what you did, Aidou." He froze when he threw a nasty look towards the other male. Aidou was inbetween his legs, his face hovering directly at his private area, hands resting against his hips. He couldn't move. Aidou's hot breath paralyzed him. He balled his fist and fought back the sudden and confusing urge to hump up into Aidou's face. His breath was sending delicious shivers down his spine.

Aidou blinked. He looked up and flushed brightly at the sight of Zero's clenched teeth, and equally flushed face. He could feel underneath his fingers that Zero wanted to shift his hips towards him. And this frightened him.

"I-I'm sorry, Zero." He moved away from inbetween Zero's legs. They both sat quietly, unable to look each other in the eyes. Both reeling from rapid heartbeats and suspiciously hardening between their legs.

Aidou was first to make a move when he spotted the book. He picked it up and began reading. "Zero, you read romance novels." Zero twitched with anger. "Oh, I can't wait to tell the ladies." Though that raised some unknown emotion (jealously) he wondered if he should gossip to the opposite sex. No. That just intensified the emotion.

021. Fanfic 1/1

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:37:34 GMT

Spectator. Death Note. Naomi Misora, L Lawliet, OC's and mentioned Beyond Birthday. Between him and her, there was about a quarter inch space. General (Genre) PG (Rating) Dry-humping (Warnings).

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The crushing heat waves mercilessly beat down on Naomi and her hunched over companion. They had just arrived at the scene and already Naomi was peeling away her leather coat. She'd known beforehand the weather-man called for partly cloudy and high temperatures, but where the hell were the clouds? She quickly looked up to see if any were in route, but found none nearing. She sighed and glanced over to her colleague.

L Lawliet, her colleague, as well as her boss, seemed completely indifferent to the searing atmosphere. Though, with his expressionless face it was hard to tell if this was a fact. More than likely, yes. But when Naomi noticed a small bead of sweat sliding down the side of his neck, she smiled. He was human after all.

“Shall we proceed inside, Ryuuzaki-san?”

He gave the briefest of nods and stepped ahead. Obviously chivalry wasn't in his dictionary. She swallowed the back-handed comment rising up her thoart and followed after him. Entering the house only took the opening of the door. With L's amazing persuasion skills, reputation and no doubt manipulative ways, he'd secured his (their) investigation suffered no hang-ups such as denied access to the crime scene or police files.

“According to the file, the crime took place solely inside in the victims room. Which is located upstairs, third room on the left.” As soon as L had given her room to walk inside the foyer she'd scanned the entire scenery. L may have assured her no other would be or come into the home, but Naomi's background told her otherwise. She was not having another freakish double grab at her again.

She hadn't noticed L, completely unconcerned with the possibilities of error, making his way up the stairs in a rather odd manner. The awkwardness of his ascension – knees bent outward and his beaten sneakers trying their best not to step on his baggy jeans – was not lost on Naomi's sense of humor. She stifled a chuckle behind her hand and decided to wait till he reached the top before she climbed staircase herself – normally.

She did so and following behind he, without hesitation, entered the third door on the left. Out of habit, Naomi closed the door before surveying the scene. This most definitely was a young girls room. Stuffed animals of all species, lined the two large pillows on the twin size bed. Most were pink and purple shaded. Posters of popular American television stars were tacked to the farthest wall and Naomi could smell cotton candy. She glanced over at the white vanity table to find lotions, nail polish – along with fake nails – and other feminine beauty products. As well as a beat-up CD player, Ipod, and notebooks with doodles printed on their covers.

“This isn't a decorous room for a child.”

The sound of L's voice startled her enough to drop the compact of blush. She picked it up off the floor, “What do you mean, L? The victim was sixteen years of age. You may not have noticed, or cared, but this is what sixteen year-olds are into.”

She half-wondered why L had even said anything. He'd been quiet for most of their journey. But not alarmingly silent for her interest to pique. He'd said no more than seven sentences consisting of a maximum of thirty words. And now out of the blue he criticizes the taste of a girl — a dead one at that.

He merely shrugged her sarcasm off his shoulders – like the reason held no value or warrant to explain – and returned to staring at the place where the girls body was found. She shook her head. L was unsolvable. She kept reminding herself of that and to stop reading into his off-hand comments and habits.

“Well, Ryuuzaki-san. What'd you think? Besides the decor.”

Suddenly Naomi stopped dead in her tracks. She'd been moving to stand beside him, but a creak from downstairs stopped her. “L. Did you hear that?” She moved towards the door, or started to till a hand grabbed a hold of her shoulder and with little strength pushed her inside a black hole.

“What the hell, Ryuuzaki?” She meant to confront him right away but found her face pressed against the back wall of wherever she was. She pushed against the hard surface lightly and turned. But just as soon as she did accomplish facing L, she found him right there. Her breath hitched inside her thoart when she found his face just an inch in front of her own.

“Ryuuzaki...” She swallowed hard. She'd never been this close to the illustrious detective. She'd brush up against him, innocently and without purpose. She'd even touched his hand once — again on accident. But this proximity, she never dreamed of. Never thought of either. Obviously, with the way his head was turned to listen to the approaching sound, he wasn't bothered with the position. Or the fact that each of his hands were on either side of her head. She was pinned. A position she wasn't entirely comfortable with. Especially if the one who was pinning you was a asexual, reclusive, abnormality. Much less her superior.

The sound entered the room. It was human; men and there were two. And from their dialogue Naomi deduced detectives. Hadn't L pacifically instructed everyone working on the case that he wanted no one but himself and her to set foot in the house? She rolled her eyes and tried looking around L. She needed to see where they were. With a bit of straining of her neck she barely made out the outline of a mans back and shoulder. Close. She sighed.

L turned his gaze towards her. She stiffened. The small action once again reminded her she was pinned between a wall, in a small space, with her boss barely an inch away from her. And he'd just snapped his head back, bumping their noses. This just wasn't her day. And to put the icing on the cake, he proceeded to stare at her.

The empty black, seemingly bottomless eyes bore themselves into her own. She adverted his gaze. She had never found the skill to keep eye-contact with him. There was just something uncomfortable, almost inspecting about his eyes. She felt he was stripping her down to nothing but her flaws.

She opened her mouth to whisper for him to stop when he moved his hips, slightly. Her eyes shot open and stared into his. This time she didn't advert. She couldn't, he'd just grounded himself into her. She searched for enlightenment in his face but found only naked curiosity. However, she did discover he was aware of what his action had caused within himself and her, because his jaw twitched.

He did it again. Only this time leisurely. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning. One because she didn't want him to know she quite enjoyed his little jerks and stabs. She couldn't believe it herself. And two because of the officers outside the door.

Again. Again. Each time he seemed to try a different angle. She wasn't sure what his objective was, or if he even had one. Uncertainty clouded his otherwise expressionless looks. She could only tell he wasn't sure of his reasoning himself. This little frolic seemed to be an endeavor for him. Confusion and slight joy for her.

She swallowed again. He was moving a little faster and had gained a some rhythm. She followed the flow. She'd die from embarrassment after they left. Here she was dry-humping her boss. God, she was disgusted with herself. But if felt so damn good. And besides, L had started it.

And he finished it. He suddenly left her for the door. She whined at the loss of contact and stared blinking incredulously at his back. “They've left, Misora-san. You continue the investigation whilst I contact Watari-san and update him.” He left her just as casually as he had pulled her into the closet. Her mouth twitched and fist shook at her sides. She vowed, one of these days, she was seriously going to harm that freak.

020. Fanfic 1/1

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 16:25:47 GMT

Progression. Naruto. Hinata Hyuuga, Hiashi Hyuuga and OC. She's come far from timid useless Hyuuga heiress to capable murderess imminent leader. General (Genre) PG (Rating) Character death and OOC (Warnings).

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She was kneeling, ear softly pressed against the thin paper of the door. The shadowy winter twilight cast a faint shadow against it, no doubt alerting the inside occupants of her presence. But they did not heed her any interest. The grave moans and sound of fingernails raking against tatami floor, kept their focus on the being causing the ruckus. She was free to move as she pleased. For she would be, in few months time, until the days of her life end.

“Lady Hinata, please return to your room.” The figure of a house-maid carrying a tray filled with ointments, gauzes, and a cup of steaming tea, lightly ordered her. Her voice seemed laced with panic, worry and something Hinata figured was annoyance at Hinata's presence.

She smiled upward, allowing the maid to lessen the severe look in her eyes, only to replace it with weariness. “Of course. Forgive me.” She lifted herself up, straightening out the wrinkles in her kimono. The maid entered the room. She shrugged. Sighing she decided to make the trip to her room.

The Hyuuga compound lay in a frenzied state. She'd counted three servants, all carrying provisions, that passed by her in a hurried state. Each time her smile grew once their backs turned.

She'd cause this uproar. Hinata was nineteen years of age now. She was grown; stronger, wiser, and more willing to perform the actions of a ninja. Her knowledge of jutsu had improved greatly. She'd even nearly bested her nii-chan with a new power she herself had created. Her knowledge of other forms of powers had also grown.

At the age of sixteen she'd come upon her father compounding something in one of the extra rooms of the Hyuuga dwelling. She'd been terrified of approaching but her inquisitiveness edged her closer to wonder at the different items strewn across the tall wood table. Her father, in a surprising move, did not reprimand her of interrupting his work, but instead stepped aside and allowed her to watch him place strange unknown item after another inside a small pot.

It was the only good memory she had of her father. But more at the task at hand. She later learned what her father had been doing. It was the art of poison. The outcome of all those items created venom capable of killing. The science was unfamiliar to her. She knew the Nara and Aburame Households held more knowledge and skill of poisons than anyone in the village. But she herself had little capabilities of handling the toxins.

She immediately became engrossed in learning more about the art. No ninja should be without a back-up skill. In the beginning this was her reasoning, and still was, in a way. She'd become quite effectuate in the art, no where near Aburame or Nara standards, but well enough. Her reasoning, however, changed a fateful winter night. Her father who'd for so long abased her for her lack of skill and confidence, utterly humiliated her by going against so many years of Hyuuga tradition and gave the task of leading the Hyuuga Clan into the future over to her younger sister.

She'd worked her ass off to become strong. She'd been through the toughest of battles, learning and growing along the way. She'd even participated in the Fourth Great Shinobi World War. Hadn't he noticed the profound change in her? Was he entirely blind to anything she accomplished?

She'd snapped. If he was blind, she'd open his eyes.

She stopped in her tracks, lifting her head towards the gray hue of the sky. She smiled. From a few doors down she heard a sharp cry. Choked sobs and sorrowful tones following. She turned and entered her room, sliding the door close.

“Inform the Hokage, Hiashi-sama of the Hyuuga Clan has passed away. Summon the Medical-nin as well.”

Her smile grew within the shadowing confines of her room. They'd find no signs of foul play. Hinata Hyuuga made no errors. She'd come far from timid useless Hyuuga heiress to capable murderess imminent leader.

019. Fanfic 1/1

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 11:48:03 GMT

Resolution. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Gokudera/Tsunayoshi, Kyoko/Tsunayoshi and implied Gokudera/Kyoko. He loves Tsuna. He loves Kyoko and her children. But he loves Tsuna. Angst (Genre) PG13 (Rating) Past sexual content and shonen-ai (Warnings).

Statics: 3,114 words, 7hrs in total, 4 in rough drafting and 3 in finishing. Oh, cramped wrist, sick stomach, foggy head, and aching back. I worked way too hard on this oneshot. But I'm very proud of it. I however do not like the summary. So I'll probably be changing it later. Anyway, hope you all enjoy. Oh, and this will be posted everywhere. Sorry the spam.

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Gokudera didn't trust nor enjoy the silence.

Standing just outside the entrance to Sawada Mansion, he uncomfortably scanned the courtyard and beyond gardens. Nothing caught his eye, which bothered him enough to take a few steps forward for a closer view. Still nothing. He was a prudent guardian, all of the guardians held this quality, but he more so than the others. He'd always considered himself the “right hand” of the boss of Vongola, but also his personal safeguard. And taking on a little more than necessary caution, pleased him.

Mildly satisfied with the silence he ignored his better judgment to leave the rest to the lower-skilled outside guards and re-entered the mansion. He'd just have to settle with making rounds inside. An idea which made his heart ache.

He very silently walked the dimly lit halls, opening rooms and surveying for any trouble. Over half of the residents lay soundly asleep, unaware of his inspecting eyes. Gokudera noted each locked door, making a mental note to remind the boss again of his request to alter this. It was safer to keep all the doors unlocked. For any changes that occurred, he'd know right away. But as of late, the boss had done nothing. His work load demanded other pressing matters be taken care of. Though, saying safety of the members of the Vongola family weren't as important, would be a gross understatement. But Goku followed his boss' words without question.

Sighing rather boringly, Goku rounded another corner, checked another set of rooms, and lastly stopped at the beginning of a long hall. He'd skipped over it several times. But as it turned out, this was the last of the areas in the large house to check. His reasons intertwined with the reasons he'd preferred outside guard-duty than inside.

Here in this mansion lived the most important figure in his young all the way to his tender adult life. Tsunayoshi – the head of Vongola. He'd been completely smitten with the young lad when he'd proven himself worthy of the title. And since then his enrapture had transformed into reverence to desperate love. He'd watch the young boy grow through struggle after struggle with strong foe after another. And after each time Tsuna returned, beaten, bloody, but smiling so serenely, he'd felt an unknown emotion build in the pit of his stomach.

Through unconventional methods and sorted advice from those around him, he'd come to solve the puzzling feeling. It was love in its most forbidden form. The new profound sense had frightened him to the point where he'd attempted to stay as far as possible from Tsuna. He'd succeeded, in a way. He even allowed Takeshi, the self-proclaimed rival of his youthful days, to take over in his stead.

Tsunayoshi, in immediate action to not liking this “separation”, called him out on his behavior. And with much persistence from Tsuna, Gokudera revealed his reason. He'd been completely taken back when the night of confession turned mutual. And even more in stupor when the next morning while they dressed, Tsuna hoped they'd meet again the next night.

Three years had passed since that time. Their first time together. And still Goku could not fathom why Tsuna would risk all that he loved for him. Tsuna had told him he loved him more than anyone. This was said in a moment of passion and at the time it left Goku standing on cloud nine. But the next day, when his head had cleared of all intimate touches, the first stings of the lie hit him like a bullet.

He did not doubt Tsuna loved him. But more than anyone? No, this wasn't true. Inside the Sawada mansion lived the person whom Tsuna truly gave his heart too. This he did not doubt. His wife lay beyond the third door on the right at the hallway he still stood at. And her name was Kyoko Sawada. Wife to a mafia boss, mother to his children, and mistress of the underworld. Respected and adored by all, including her husband. It was she who'd given him such a strong dislike to inside guard-duty.

Since “hooking up” with Tsuna, Goku had made it a point to stay away from Kyoko. This was difficult to do since not only was she partied to meetings, but her children seemed to revere him. On many occasions they'd all three come seeking his attention – jumping in his arms, climbing onto his back. And Kyoko would stand watching, a loving smile gracing her features.

This struck Goku painfully to the depths of his heart. He felt no shame in loving Tsuna, only confusion on why he was loved back. He'd even felt no disgust in falling in love with the same sex. The pain came from knowing the man Kyoko loved was the same man he loved and loved them both back.

He cringed, balling his fist inside his pants pockets. He wondered briefly if even he should take to patrolling the hall. The prospect of running into Kyoko was slim. She was more than likely already tucked in bed, undoubtedly her children curled beside on each side of her. This brought a quick but soft smile to Goku's lips, and he weighed the options and pressed down the hall. He skipped her room and after satisfied nothing was amiss he very silently opened the door to a sliver.

The moon was his guide to searching the bedroom for its occupants. The room was unnaturally dark and he could only make out a few outlines. But low and beyond, Kyoko had left one curtain open to allow the moon to shine inside. He'd scolded Tsuna about allowing her to do this. His overprotective nature creating a small argument between the two. It wasn't safe. Enemies, smart ones, would see this opening and without hesitation jump on it. But Tsuna was boss and wished for nothing else but to please his wife. And this was basically the woman's house, so she left it opened each night.

He found three sleeping faces in the moons rays. But no Kyoko.

Goku panicked instantaneously. He closed the door softly but with purpose. Kyoko wasn't in bed with her children. It was nearly 3 in the morning; she was a responsible and loving mother, she wouldn't abandon her children in the middle of the night. So why did she?

Goku was beyond panic and when he searched all the places Kyoko could have been he found empty silent rooms. The adjacent room, used for her children's piano lessons: nothing. The kitchen where she enjoyed having tea while the family chef strutted his skills: nothing. The pool where she swam to cool her head: nothing. The living room, training hall, outside terrace, even the bathroom resulted no Kyoko. He almost considered her being outside. But despite her stubborn nature she'd never ignore the advice from her husband or the guardians. And besides, no matter how low in sense the guards were outside, they'd inform him if she had ventured there.

He stood, nearly out of breath in an intersection of three sets of halls. he cursed the expanse of the home. 'Where are you, Kyoko.' Like God answering him he heard the subdued rustle from just behind him. The conference/meeting room. He sprung into action and burst open the unlocked door.

And there she sat, holding a piece of paper, with more strewn against the large table. He'd startled her for she nearly spat out the swallow of tea.

“Goku-kun, is something the matter?” She asked, placing her tea down before she spilled it from surprise at his sudden entrance.

He sighed in relief. “No, I just panicked when you weren't in your room.” He stepped closer, curious to see what she was reading. It looked like plans for a development and the memory of Tsuna discussing building an orphanage popped into mind.

“Oh,” she chuckled, this time successfully drinking from her tea cup. “I'm sorry. I just couldn't sleep with this idea hanging over my head.”

Her soft smile warmed his heart and the idea of leaving her to her thoughts tempted him to bid her a farewell. But knowing the stubborn woman for nearly ten plus years, she wouldn't allow him to just rudely barge in and walk out like he hadn't interrupted her. So he reluctantly stayed. He was overjoyed he'd found her and she was safe, but he was still making it a point to limit his time with her.

“Yeah.” He said pathetically. The conversation was dead before it even started. Goku just couldn't find any ground to interact with Kyoko since he and Tsuna had began having an affair. It was easier before he'd discovered his feelings. They weren't the closest of friends but he'd comforted her when her brother had been injured, and she returned the comfort when he'd been injured himself. She'd fixed his meals, cleaned his clothes – sewed them as well, and supported him during battles. He'd appreciated it, though he never showed it much.

And now, years later, he was sleeping with her husband and could not find words to lay ground between them. Truthfully, there were no such words. But he struggled anyway. He didn't wish to cause her pain. She was the kindest most beautiful soul – outside of Tsuna – he knew. Unbeknownst to her, but known to all the guardians and members of the Vongola Family, she was the glue that kept Tsuna intact. She was more keen than most gave her credit for. She'd spot a troubled look from across the table and nine times out of ten hit the nail on the head on what was causing the trouble. She truly was the perfect woman.

“Goku-kun, what's the matter?”

Her soft voice shook him from his engrossment of thoughts. He'd forgotten he was standing in a room alone with the object of his admiration.”Huh? Oh, its nothing. Don't trouble yourself.” He gave her a feeble smile. “Shouldn't you be getting some sleep? Tsu- I mean the boss will be in just a few hours.” He glanced uninterestingly at the clock. Anywhere besides her.

But she was vexing. He looked back and she was staring at him. He was a good in the way of reading others, with the exceptions of Hibari and Tsuna. But the look Kyoko was giving him was unreadable. No, it was expressionless. Unlike her. Her mouth seemed almost non-existent. Her eyes, the color of honey-brown glowed slightly with a fiercer edge than her stubbornness brought. She almost looked as if she was judging him. It certainly felt that way when she leaned back in her chair and placed her hands on her elevated knee.

What was going through her mind? Gokudera was more than a little concerned. His everyday thoughts caused a wave of anxiousness. Did she know of the affair? One of the Sawada children had actually caught them together. They'd lied and like all children merrily skipped away. Had that child gone straight to his mother or spilled the lie without thought or care during a drawing session? The child believed the lie because she didn't know any better, but Kyoko would easily decipher the lie into its unvarnished truth.

And then what would happen? He'd played it over in his head if he or Tsuna ever got up the courage to tell her. It wasn't a pretty sight. He could almost feel the sting of his cheek after her hand would swipe across it. The hateful look, tears and the fading image of her leaving them.

She would be shattered. And all because of his and Tsuna's love for one another.

“Goku-kun,” He gulped at the tone. No trace of the sweet Kyoko was found in her speaking his name. Replaced was a firm, steady voice laced with something he dreaded. Even if he didn't truly know what was coming. “I'm actually glad you came to find me. It never seems we're alone. I've been receiving complaints from the staff that you've been making quite a racket late in the night.”

He stood confused. He looked down at the table and then back up into her eyes. “I'm not sure I follow.” He was scared of the response, so much so that he was forming a delicate precession to evade the subject. But the fixation of curiosity laid his plans on reserve.

She stared for a moment before, making him sweat inside his T-shirt and black jeans. She began, “The noise you and my husband have been making.”

“...” He was sure his heart skipped three beats. He froze stiff, his mouth slightly open to release a stunned gasp. She knew. And she looked unfaded to the truth. How long has she known? If for a while, why hadn't she confronted them?

“K-Kyoko... I-I,” he stopped. Looking down at the table he searched for his footing. “I can explain.” Truth be told, he couldn't. He still couldn't wrap his head around the answer himself, and certainly couldn't dish out another lie to satisfy Kyoko and draw fire away from him.

But Kyoko beat him. “I'm sure you can, Goku-kun. But there is no need. I'm already aware of the reason behind your actions. As well... as my husbands.” He watched the first crack in her stone facade fall. Her tone changed to choked sobs, she'd barely gotten any words out from the stream of tears sliding between her lips. She was falling apart right in front of his eyes. Each piece of her life that she'd so painstakingly created and sustained was chipping away. And he was the primary cause of it. His love for Tsuna had caused the quiver in her chin and her shoulders to shudder.

“Kyoko...” He stretched a shaky hand out towards her. “I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't mean to do this to you and your children. I swear to you I never meant to hurt you.” The hand balled and shook at his side. He was scum.

“I know that, Goku-kun. Underneath that tough exterior you're a kind person who'd never hurt someone he loved.” She wiped the tears away, only to have more replace them. If he wasn't so much of a coward he'd be kneeling before her to do that. But she'd just deflected his thoughts of himself with the most unselfish compliment. He couldn't go over to her. He couldn't soil her with his filth. No matter how badly he wanted to hold her against him. Obliterate the crushing blows of losing your beloved to another.

“But Goku-kun, you have hurt me. More deeply than you'll ever know. You've become the sharpest weapon in anyone's arsenal and have pierced through my heart, ripping my life into pieces.”

He freely cried. Hearing the truth spoken from her mouth, the crushing guilt of his forbidden love finally hit him full-on. He'd plain and simply has killed Kyoko Sawada. And no amount of searching for a way to rectify this will change. He loves Tsuna. He loves Kyoko and her children. But he loves Tsuna.

“I'm going to be okay.” She places a hand against her chest and releases a big sigh. “I'd like to be alone, if its alright. Tsuna will be home in just a few moments. I'd like to fix this horrid face of mine before he returns to us.”

He stared, unwilling to move himself from her presence. He watched as she furiously wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks and swallowed sobs. He needed to leave her be, no matter how much his better judgment protested against that. Kyoko was a broken woman, sensible one, so she shouldn't try anything drastic. He hoped. If he truly had sense he'd remove himself not only from the room but from the Vongola completely. But such an act would be fruitless. Tsuna would track him down and with bewitching charm he'd be dragged right back into the hornets nest.

“Of course. Anything.” He curtly nodded, leaving the room in silence.

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Kyoko remained seated in her chair. Her face ruined from tears, she glanced solemnly around and at the clock hanging. Her husband would be returning in an hour, and she needed to prepare. But her body was still beginning its recovering from the encounter with Gokudera. When he had burst into the room she'd been momentarily surprised but that surprise quickly turned into a mission of sorts. She knew the truth of what was going on in her house. She wasn't blind to the fact her husband loved Gokudera, and certainly believed her children. They did not lie. And when he appeared before her, alone, she forced the courage to confront him.

She hadn't thought it all through, though. She wasn't prepared for the forgiveness to settle in. The flash of sheer pain crossing Gokudera's face and guilt watering his eyes, caused the acceptance to flood her. But he had betrayed her. They both had. They'd began something they both knew would cause only sorrow and destruction in the end. And that was unforgivable. She forgave Gokudera for truly feeling guilt on what he had done, and was continuing to do. But would never forgive them both for destroying the world of three innocent children.

She swallowed and wiped the last tear forced from her redden eyes away. She stood and started to the bathroom. She'd straighten herself up before she tore the last remaining piece of her heart out. She'd do it with her own words. She physically prepared herself for not returning to this once pure and happy house ever again.

In fifty-four minutes, she'd welcome her husband home for the last time.

018. Fanfic 4/38

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:17:05 GMT

Records. 001. D.Gray-man. Miranda/Lenalee and Miranda/Arystar. A collection of drabbles featuring the character Miranda Lotto paired romantically and generally with other D.Gray-man characters. See each heading for further information.

£ Records no. 3 - Being There
Rating/Warnings: PG for slight and implied shoujo-ai
Featuring: Miranda Lotto and Lenalee Lee
Summary: Miranda is a witness to Millennium Earl's atrocities.

Miranda walks inside, cautious of her steps. Stepping over the threshold, she does a quick scan of the room. Free of enemies, but in a far less than appealing state. Large, jagged cracks line the floor and race towards the ceiling, where they continue towards the apex, where she cringed at the sight of splattered blood. Amongst the crevices lay wide-open mouthed dark holes, beckoning any fool to venture close enough to swallow whole.

Miranda blinks at the task at hand, and very wearily moves forward. She is careful of her steps and after only one near miss, hops across one last hole.

She smiles at her accomplishment but quickly turns. Her happiness over not failing quickly dissipates with the sight of her friend. Lenalee is propped against a surprisingly intact wall, head laying against her own shoulder, her hair concealing her eyes. If the room wasn't in such disarray, you'd be fooled to think the young girl was merely taking a quick nap or breather. No evidence of injuries of any kind popped out to Miranda's eyes.

She bends on her knees and takes her friends hands in her own. Slightly taken back from the coldness, she sighs, “Lenalee... I'm here.”

“...”

Miranda breaths in and out. Her lip by now is quivering and she no longer tries to stop the queasy feeling wrapping itself around her stomach. Her heart begins to beat a little faster. More so from the distant clashes of her comrades swords.

“Lenalee... I'm sorry...I came too late.” She feels a subtle jerk of the muscles in Lenalee's fingers. A much welcomed sign of life. But Miranda continues, “I promise you, Lenalee, I won't let you suffer when it comes to the end.”

She leans forward, as Lenalee's hands begin to squirm for freedom, for blood, in Miranda's. “I promise.” She kisses Lenalee squarely on the lips. A soft breath of a kiss before she stands and makes her way back to the opening.

No near misses this time. But there is no inward congratulations. She looks back at her friend. Her animated like corpse dances its way up onto small feet. She watches the last remains of kindness fade away before they are overtaken by shadowy darkness revealed only through strands of dark locks.

“Find us, Lenalee. When you've completely been taken over... find us.” She smiles sweetly at the animated corpse of a former friend dance its way up onto unsteady feet, before she retreats far away from the broken room.

£ Records no. 4 - Give
Rating/Warnings: PG for blood imagery
Featuring: Miranda Lotto and Arystar Krory the 3rd
Summary: Miranda would and will give up anything for her comrades. Her friends.

The battle has taken its toll on the surrounding area. Miranda especially notes the dead corpses laying against once innocent, sweet grass. She turns her head away from the carnage and focuses her attention to her comrade sullen in front of her. His shoulders are slumped, dejected. And from the slight trembling beneath her hand she can tell understanding words won't wake him from this depression.

“Arystar. Please allow me to tend to your wounds.” She shifts through the small first-aid kit, knowing full well that this isn't what he needs. His body needs blood so he can fly back to Allen and the others. So he can fight and receive even more wounds. Perhaps fatal ones this time. She cringes at the thought.

“Could you lend me your shoulder, Arystar?” She smiles, holding the bandage wrap tightly. She feels anxious around him. And not because she is afraid of the so-called vampire, but because he is so distressed. And she is in no position to give support. She can barely help with her innocence.

He doesn't appear to reciprocate her question and she sighs. “Arystar,” She whispers and grabs his hands, hoping to at least get him to lift his head. She can barely see the narrow line of his nose – but she really needs to look into his eyes. She needs to convey her decision to him in body language. For she's far too shy to say it out loud. But he isn't leaving her much choice when he trembles even more.

She sighs and rather harshly grabs his head with both hands and stares into his shocked eyes. “Arystar... take my blood.” She turns her head to expose the pale flesh to his view. “Take all that you need.”

He is entirely shell-shocked. She herself can't believe it, but she is a comrade, a friend to Arystar, to all of those in the Black Order and if this is all she's capable of doing at the moment, by hell she'll give up gallons of her blood. She wants every one of her friends to come back to camp, and Arystar is needed in order to accomplish that.

“Go ahead, Arystar.” She urges him on.

“Miranda.” Her name is spoken so softly against thirsty lips before he plunges his sharp teeth just below the sharpness of her jaw-line.

The pain is instant, traveling quickly from the spot of impact to her brain, where it forces a loud yelp from her mouth. Her toes curl in an attempt to stave off the second wave of pain shooting through her body. Her hands grab onto Arystar's back. She needs support holding her body up and is thankful when Arystar senses this and wraps his arms tightly around her back.

“Oh God, Arystar.”

He sucks for at least five minutes, Miranda thinks. Her perception of time and her surroundings blur and blacken as he drains one last minute of sucking from her neck before gently laying her against the grass. When she wakes tomorrow, she'll feel the prickling feeling of being of use.

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Fri, 04 Dec 2009 01:06:16 GMT

The Cherished Moments. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Tsunayoshi/Kyoko. A quiet moment between husband and wife. Romance (Genre) PG (Rating) Sexual thoughts, alluding sexual content and fluff (Warnings).

I know I should be writing Mukukyo, and I will, but I couldn't resist this plot-bunny. It features both characters slightly older and doesn't have any of the other Reborn characters barging in. Oh my gosh! Like the summary says, 'between husband and wife'. Two people. Hope you enjoy. And this will be x-posted everywhere. Sorry for spamming.

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The setting: Italy, on a 100acre land painted with burgeoning spring. The day is hot, as usual for the summer time in Italy, and Kyoko and her husband Tsunayoshi Sawada are stretched out underneath a large willow tree A small stream that cuts across their home just a few inches below their feet. And when the rapid accelerates slightly with flow it splashes against Kyoko's toes and she instinctively cuddles closer to her husband. Water is undesirably cold in summer.

Tsuna in turn smiles at his wife's reaction and accepts her closeness. “Do you want to go back inside, Kyoko?” He is pleased when she looks up into his face, her brilliant smile finally visible to his eyes. It rips through his chest like weapons and leaves a wake of a faster heartbeat. She shakes her head and rest it against his shoulder.

There is a peaceful silence between them. Both mutually enjoy it, because moments like this are a rarity in their marriage. Idle chatter can wait till after enjoying each others warmth in bed. Which Tsuna hopes for afterwards. But he leaves this unspoken. He only desires, at the moment, to be with his wife in this moment of true peace.

“Tsuna?” The silence may have been broken, but Tsuna certainly won't chide her for it. He loves hearing her voice. Whether it be a small frivolous question or a harsh disapproval, he'll listen without fail. He angles his head, resting his cheek on top her head, “Yes, love.”

He feels her grip his shirt and notices the stain of red on her cheeks. “You know you can say anything to me.” He scoots down to hold her face with one hand, with the other playing with strands of honey-brown.
She blushes even deeper and closes her eyes to her husbands caress. For a moment she forgets what she wanted to say, “Do you think of your future self?

The question takes Tsuna's head back in surprise. But he regains his composure, “Thats a strange question. But to answer you my love, I'd have to say no. I have no need for concern over my future self. Yes, at the time it was a foreign and truthfully frightening feeling seeing myself from the future. But that was at that time, and this is now. My only thoughts are to you, my family, my friends.”

Kyoko nearly turns completely red with pride. She's never really gotten use to Tsuna's maturity, but in those rare moments she witnesses the young careless boy switch into the confident and strong man she married, she feels a tug at her heart. Perhaps she helped him become strong. “You've changed so much, Tsuna,” she smiles, placing both hands on his chest, effectively pulling him closer.

“Maybe. But you haven't changed at all Kyoko. Still my sunshine.” He grins, twirling her hair near her face.

“Is... that a bad thing?” She nervously blinks, biting her bottom lip. Tsuna chuckles and places a series of kisses to her lips.

“No. I'm glad you haven't changed.” He proceeds to kiss her forehead, eye-lids and on down, repeating over. “It reminds me of those days, so long ago. The days where I was just 'Loser Tsuna'. They are engraved into my heart. Nothing, no type of space-time rift or mumbo jumbo can remove those days from here.” Emphasizing, he placed her hand over his heart. “Besides... those are the days you and I began.”

She smiles and both mutually give into what Tsuna has so teasingly offered, and lips press together. He takes the lead and boldly slips his tongue inside to caress her warmth. The desires to explore every inch of her body from before flood into the kiss. She leans into him and he obliges her request to get even more of him by pulling her atop his body, molding her heat with his steadily flaring one.

Before the kiss can lead to them exploring each others naked flesh, Tsuna stills his fingers from the sash of her dress. His skills sense the auras of his bodyguards. He unwillingly breaks the kiss and silently nods in the direction of approaching men. Kyoko looks over and stands, helping him to as well, before turning to fix the wrinkles in her dress and tighten her sash. Afterwards she smiles instantly at the out-stretched hand of her husband, a smile plastered on his face as well.

She takes it without hesitation.

016. Fanfic 1/?

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 20:54:01 GMT

Demons Scent (Chapter One). Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Hibari/Kyoko and Kyoko/Tsunayoshi. "Kyoko-chan is it true you belong to a demon?" Drama/Angst/Romance (Genre) R18 (Rating) Mild sexual content (Warnings).

Chapter One: Kyoko Sasagawa

Kyoko wakes, stretching her limbs, working out the aches where she'd slept in the wrong positions. It is a Monday: the beginning of a new week and new semester of school. Summer still lingers in the air, though. The small light from 5:30am filtered through her curtains to light the way to her rooms light-switch. She stretched again in the light and gathered her school uniform, intent on taking a quick and hopefully uninterrupted shower. Her brother undoubtedly was already up and having his quick morning run around the neighborhood. She'd get to the bathroom before he come bursting in, unintentionally pushing her out.

It sucks to share a bathroom with a boxing nut.

She hurried inside, glad that the open door meant open invitation: free vacancy. Her brother hadn't finished his jog. She quickly locked the door, stripped of her nightgown and began relaxing underneath the shower-head. She took this brief time to reflect and to nurse her body.

Kyoko lowered her eyes in thought. She bent her body, allowing water to run down the nail marks across her back and buttocks. It soothed them. Her hands did their duty in soothing the other marks – the red, raw bite marks marring her inner thighs. One lay on her bottom lips, creating her face to flush more at the memory of who's teeth created the mark rather than her own fingers teasing. Some on her navel, two underneath each breast and one just under her collarbone. That goodness he stopped. She couldn't handle another round of badgering from her gossiping friends.

She shook her head and returned to shampooing her hair and cleansing her bodies as much as she could. She finished quickly and stepped out, wrapping a cotton towel around her body.

She blinked.

One, two, three, fo-...

“Hey, sis! You up?!” She sighed at her brothers overly loud and enthusiastic voice. He was always a morning person. She quickly dressed and exited the bathroom with her belongings held in her arms. She found her brother at her bedroom door, looking right to left, grinning ear-to-ear.

“Did you have a good run, brother?” She smiled, only half-interested. Of course he did, he always enjoyed exercising. Unlike herself who preferred to use her energy cautiously. She moved past him to grab her bag.

“Ah, sis, you know I did! What an EXTREME morning were having! And its the start of the new semester. Meaning new recruits for the boxing club!! Ah, yeah!!”

She watched for a moment, still surprised that her brother and her were complete opposites. She shook her head at his flying fist and closed her door, moving them both in the hall. “Brother, you really need to get ready for school. You don't want to be late, so shower quickly. I left much hot water for you.”

“Alright! Here I come EXTREME shower!” She watched the fire in his eyes turn and disappear behind the bathroom door before descending the stairs. Her brother really did impress you. She couldn't fathom where he got all his passion for one thing. Though, she secretively wished he hadn't picked boxing as a passion. Seeing her brother come home bloody and bruised, but still grinning, made her stomach do flips.

She shook the images away and made herself a light breakfast of toast and glass of orange juice. Chugging it all down in five minutes she yelled up to her brother she was leaving and he needed to hurry. She then walked out into the stagnant heat of summer it hitting her like a punch to the gut. She already cursed this day.

-

The morning walk had been boring. She'd been only mildly surprised her brother had caught up to her in no time and even though he offered to slow and walk with her she had ushered him on. And on he went: more like bee-lined in a flash down the street.

She made it five minutes after him. Taking her time, just like the opposite sibling would do.

“Kyoko-chan, good morning!” She waved politely to her friend who'd come around the lockers. “Is your brother here yet?” She noticed the pink flush and smiled inwardly. Ah, that's right, Mika-chan has a crush on brother.

She smiled, “Yes. He got here a few minutes before me. He's probably already rounding up new recruits for his club.”

Her friend laughed and she joined in, shutting her locker. “I guess I'll see him later. Hey, Kyoko-chan, did you finish your report over summer break?”

Kyoko blinked, “Oh, yeah. I finished it two weeks after we got out.”
Her friend groaned, “Oh man, you such a over-achieving. I didn't finished mine until a few days ago. My mom kept prattling on and on about me concentrating more on studying than talking on the phone. Ugh, she just doesn't get being a teenage girl.”

“You know thats impossible. She was once a teenager. But atleast you got the report done on time.”

“Yeah.” They walked in sync until they reached Kyoko's desk where she sat pulling out things from her bag.

“Hey, Kyoko-chan, I meant to ask you.” Kyoko didn't like the sudden pique of girlish tone. And certainly didn't appreciate the cheeky expression on her friends face. She swallowed. “Didn't you hang out with Loser Tsuna for most of the summer. Rui-chan and Sara-chan said they saw you two here and there.”

She was a little unnerved at the raise of perfect shaped eyebrows but decided the question wasn't as bad as she'd been expecting. “We did.” She simply said.

“Oh really.” Her friend squealed girlishly and she shooed her with a firm hand to the wrist. Just a few students turned to the noise before turning back to their own conversations. She sighed.

“Oh my God, Kyoko-chan. Tell me everything.” Her friend sat in the next chair, seeming more bouncing than ever.

She sighed once again. “We didn't spend the summer alone. My brother, Gokudera-kun, Haru-chan from another school, Yamamoto-kun, and others were with us.” She turned her gaze away, “Though,” She left off.

“Oooooh! Though what?”

Her mind wandered away from the present and back to five weeks into her summer vacation. It'd been full of excitement, sadness, joy, and merciless and seemingly unending danger. In fact she'd slept with one eye open; a small kitchen knife tucked under her pillow.

But the early summer had brought something other than the usual happenings that revolved around Tsuna. He'd brought confusion to her one night when he showed up at her door, bloody-lipped and he wore a swollen purple eye. She'd quickly offered to clean up him up but he smiled through the blood and suddenly rushed forward, pressing his lips to hers.

She'd been shell-shocked. Totally blown out the water. She'd stiffened and the taste of his blood was sickening. She'd tried her hardest to push him away as gently as possible. He still was her friend and maybe his injuries had caused him to take such uncharacteristic action. But he'd held her firmly by the wrist and she couldn't help but enjoy the softness of his lips, even though they were covered in blood.

She hadn't kissed him back but she hadn't refused his advance.

Afterwards all that remained between them were awkward glances with flushed faces. Even redder faces at Bianchi's monologue of love, and stuttering 'are you alright's whenever an enemy attack got to reckless. She hated not being able to even look at her friend in the same way. He was too blame, she knew that, but in a way he wasn't. She figured out after he'd let her go and smiled so beautifully at her that he wasn't delusional from pain, he was expressing his love to her.

Despite her front as a clueless girl she was actually quite observant of some people. Tsuna was one of them. He really did show all his cards. She'd known for a while the young boy felt something other than kinship to her. His not so subtle blushes and stutters whenever she was around or talked to her did not go unnoticed. In the beginning she thought it only as puppy love – the young impressionable boy crushing on the the pretty popular girl. But then when he kissed her that night and smiled so genuinely, she knew he loved her.

“Kyoko-chan! Earth to Kyoko-chan!”

She blinked at the waving hands, Where am I again? She looked up at her friend, “Ah, I'm sorry Mika-chan. I was just wandering off again, huh?”

“Oh really. What were you thinking of? What happened between you and Loser Tsuna?” Her friend surely recovered quickly. First worry over Kyoko's absence of mind and then straight to fishing for gossip.

She looked up at the clock, “Oh, I'm sure my brothers finished trying to find new members. I bet he's in the cafeteria, eating up everything.” She smiled, turning her face to her friend. “Why don't you go say good morning.”

Another quick change in mood puzzled Kyoko. Her friend blushed and quickly forgot herself and headed out the door. “But we will continue this, Kyoko-chan.” She warned her quickly – and without turning – before grinning and leaving the classroom, grazing someone else's shoulder.

Kyoko froze. Her hands trembled against her desk and it seemed her breath was echoing through the classroom. An icy chill hit her spine and traveled up, wrapping around her neck like hands would and had. Her heart thundering loudly and she was sure the student behind her could hear because she heard a small gasp.

“Oh my goodness, Hibari-kun is here.” The girl behind her said.

“Oh! He's so cute.” The friend next to her said.

Kyoko gulped. His eyes remained forward – dead and unappreciative of the attention he was receiving from the girls in the class. They shifted and her hands shook more, dropping the pencil to the floor with a clank. Her eyes wouldn't leave his own as they predatorily scanned the room till they landed on her. The thundering in her chest just increased and she grabbed her chest.

And then, quickly, it was over. He'd turned and started down the hall. She sighed with little relief and glanced back at the clock. “Hey, uh...” Remembering the girls name, “Touda-san, could you look out for my things real quick?” The girl nodded suspiciously but she couldn't worry about that now. She stood and raced after the predator.

“How predictable.” She stopped and within one second of found herself pinned tightly against the wall. She quickly surveyed her surroundings, No one here. Good. She looked up into his eyes and blinked before adverting them down to the side.

“Well excuse me for not living up to your expectations.” She pouted angrily, “Why did you come by the class? Its usually me having to find you. Though you aren't that hard to find.” She breathed the last word almost in a whisper. Don't push him too far, Kyoko.

She looked back up and noticed he was nose-to-nose. She flushed and instinctively tried squirming away. But he had her arms pinned by the shoulders by his stronger hands.

“Its really none of your business what I do, Sasagawa.” She flushed even more when he bent further to lick, and then suck the morsel of flesh of her ear. She let out a gasp, clenching her hands in fist.

“Hibari-kun.” She whispered, closing her eyes. The anger directed at him before melted away because of his mouth. And his tongue swirling around the flesh. She gulped as his a hand left her shoulder and crawled up beneath her skirt, his fingers brushing lightly against her thigh, before teasing at the edges of her underwear.

“Oh God, Hibari-kun... please.” With one free hand she brought it up to fiddle through his black locks. They were soft and pleasant to yank when he left her ear covered in his salvia and instead decided to suck at her neck.

The air was getting thinner. Kyoko moaned, grounding her need into Hibari's hips. “Hibari-kun... I can't take this anymore.”

His mouth was too hot. His tongue, licking her pulse-point, too wet. His fingers that now ghosted touches against her clit, too unbearable. “More Hibari-kun.”

He stopped. He retreated his fingers and mouth and stood in front of her. “Don't tell me what to do.” With a ghost of a smirk, he turned with his hands in his pants pockets and left her bitten, breathless, and hot.

Kyoko took three minutes to control her breathing and fix her skirt. When she was satisfied she knew it'd be awhile before she'd tell her friend(s) everything that happened during summer break.

015. Fanfic 2/2

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 16:58:37 GMT

In the Shadow Finale. 001. Samurai 7. Kyuzo/Katsushiro. The conclusion of In the Shadow. Romance/General (Genre) R18 (Rating) Sexual content and shonen-ai (Warnings).

His lips are as cold as the blades of his double swords. Both penetrate his chest with hot ripping force. The only difference is one draws blood, as Kyuzo had dragged the metallic edge against his navel. The other burns the skin of his neck, where Kyuzo licks and suckles as his pulse-point.

Everything is in a rush. Words spoken became words silenced with hard cold lips. Hands grasping for answers in mid-air became pinned with cold clammy hands. The heat of frustration and confusion beforehand flowed outwards, inwards into lover regions. Katsushiro moaned absent-mindedly, “Kyuzo-dono, this is too much.”

The combined heat of the hot spring behind them and Kyuzo's tongue suckling his neck seemed overbearing. The hot waves of attention crashed over his body, up and down, and swirling till his blood rushed to the top of his head. His eyes squeezed shut, body tensing.

“Kyuzo-dono... its too fast.” The hands that'd pinned him down began exploring. One crawling up his mid-drift, to rest and pinch at the nub on his chest. He squealed. The other hand traveled in the opposite direction, resting along his length. He bucked his hips.

“Kyuzo-dono.. please.” His pleads remain unanswered or simply ignored by Kyuzo's goal-oriented body. What the goal truly was, innocent Katsushiro could only flush at. He peered at the samurai above him, memories flooding back to sense.

The hot spring had been an overbearing insistence on the villagers part. They'd worked hard, he remember them saying – they deserved a break. Katsushiro had pounced on the idea, only to flush at the scolding of Kambei-sensai. The warmth soothed it away, as well as the wounds from his battle. But did very little to ease his mind of anxiety.

He'd only began reflected on Kyuzo's kiss when the man himself had formed clearly from the shadows of the trees. He'd been stunned to say a coherent sentence and before he knew it was pinned, flushed, breath hoarse, and hips arching into the mans touch.

He knew there'd be more confusion piled onto the heavy load already. Consequences of the night would haunt his mind and crush his spirit. But the presence of Kyuzo, the feel of his warmth against his own. The lips, tongue, fingertips, skin, and his eyes focused solely on his reactions to each seemed too much to reject.

He sighed, making his decision to accept. “Kyuzo-dono...” He whispered the word lovingly, grabbing the mans naked shoulder. He blinked. He didn't remember the samurai being naked. He decided to must have been during his reflection. Kyuzo really wanted this, he thought.

The thought of it was strangely... romantic. The whole situation of Kyuzo's gentle but anxious hands at his length. His lips raining dizzyingly kisses across his chest then jaw-line, and back, seemed as if he and Kyuzo had been doing this all their life. It fit, Katsushiro wanted to say. He embraced Kyuzo tightly, the momentum making Kyuzo slightly tense before returning his teasing touches against the core of heat.

“Your ready.”

Katsushiro blinked through the haze, but held a steady hold around Kyuzo's neck. He hesitated from the look of no reservation in Kyuzo's eyes. He swallowed thinking, am I ready? The physical act of sex hit him suddenly. His naked flesh and the hardness pulsating between his legs became reality – which made Katsushiro flush with self-conscienceness.

Reality bite hard. And it'd had taken a chunk out of Katsushiro mood. Kyuzo sensed this and leaned near his face. He felt the swallow of panic and uncertainty. “Your ready,” he said again. Calm and steady. He mildly hoped this would calm the jumping nerves of the young man. Afterwards he'd deal with it more appropriately.

Katsushiro gave the timidest of nods. He couldn't refuse. And he was sure, despite his rationale telling him to wait – this was too quick and without substance – that he didn't want to refuse. He trusted Kyuzo. He trusted this burning heat between them. He'd jump without looking. Until he'd hit bottom, then sulk.

He nodded more firmly, “I am ready.” His voice had grown softer with confidence and it showed on his face. A smirk curved Kyuzo's lips as he pushed carefully inside. He exhaled a grunt against the welcoming heat and braced himself with his hands on either side of Katsushiro's head.

Katsushiro bore against the dull pain, clenching his teeth together from allowing a horrifying scream to escape. He wanted Kyuzo to know no matter how painful the intrusion felt, he wanted this. Last reservations gone Katsushiro stilled his body as he was filled to the hilt with Kyuzo.

“Its w-wonderful, Kyuzo-dono...” he sighed, looking into the briefly shocked filled eyes of Kyuzo. He rested his palms against the mans cheek, “I-I'm sure the pain will go away. And then it'll be wonderful.”

The ardor of his conviction lightened the atmosphere around them and in them. Kyuzo shook his head in disbelief and pulled away from the heat, only to push carefully back in. Katsushiro's breath hitched higher with the pull and push, and higher again as Kyuzo set a slow rhythm. His naivete gone, his instincts took over, moving his hips along with Kyuzo's. It felt awkward, his hips clumsily following Kyuzo's expertise. But he pushed through his embarrassment and tried again over till the sync sounded in his heart.

“Kyuzo-dono... it's wonderful.” He clung tightly to the sweaty skin. His lower regions ached, and he tried to concentrate solely on riding the heat. He sensed Kyuzo seemed to be feeling the same. He'd given up bracing himself with his hands and now his elbows took the weight of their movement. His face so close to his own he watched the concentration of Kyuzo's closed eye-lids. His mouth slightly open, breathing shallow and hot against his lips.

As the movement heightened, the heat between them rose to a peak. Katsushiro cried out as the heat exploded and disappeared in surprising but fulfilling speed. He leaked over his stomach and between them, and feeling it drip to the ground made him flush with dominant innocence. He watched Kyuzo release his own climax. His reaction so typical of the stone-faced samurai that it warmed Katushiro's heart.

Though it had not been as expressive as his own, Kyuzo had a small relief and satisfaction molded in his eyes. His mouth sighed with a quiet softness that he'd never heard before. His forehead coming to rest on his own, as the drowsiness overtook in place of contentment.

“Kyuzo-dono...” He silenced Katushiro with a look. Bending slightly lower he pressed a kiss against his lips. Soft and telling the young man 'in the morning and later when the new-found feelings were fully explored'. The kiss became deeper as Katsushiro agreed. The simultaneous moan over tongues dueling echoed through the moonlit painted forest. The heat rose to a whole new height.

014. Fanfic 1/1

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 19:10:56 GMT

Early Morning. Samurai 7. Kyuzo/Katsushiro. He wakes with the after taste of sex still lingering on his tongue. Romance/General (Genre) R18 (Rating) Masturbation and alluding sexual content (Warnings).

He wakes with the after taste of sex still lingering on his tongue. How long has he been out? He turns to see only four hours – the moons rays have only barely grazed the doorway. He groans, turning back over to his side. He has work in the morning and really tries to will his body to sleep more. But there is a familiar itch in his lower regions. One he's trying desperately to ignore by furiously scratching a mosquito bite. Anything to distract his bodies desire to relieve the “itch”.

The soft hum of slumber beside him from his occupant truly doesn't help the matter. He opens his eyes, searching the sleeping face for any signs of alertness. There's none. He grits his teeth and allows his hands to crawl (very slowly) across his hips. The touch gives him minimal relief, but he enjoys his fingertips crawling along his inner thigh, the destination so close at hand. He groans, keeping an eye on his sleeping partner. Not a sign of life.

A hand reaches its target and he lets out a soft sigh. His partners hands are better at this. More experienced and simply feel better against his length. He'd tug softly, then hard–getting a rise from him– and then so softly run his fingers up and down. Not like his own. It was quite the opposite: fast, hard, and embarrassingly clumsy.

He continued rubbing (his way) up and down the length, rolling his thumb across the head. His other hand found its way to his sleeping partners side, caressing the light blonde locks laying against his high cheek bones. He was a bit surprised this action didn't startle him awake, made him grab for his sword and place it dangerously close to his neck. His partner merely sighed and shifted closer.

He smiled, rubbing faster, harder. He needed this to end quickly. Morning was fast approaching the sky, the first light already appearing. The first of many villagers would rise pretty soon, more than likely waking all the samurai's – which included him and the one beside him. And then Kyuzo would wake. That vulnerable expression he only displayed in bed would disappear. But more troubling than that is he'd wake knowing what Katsu needed.

Every morning they'd sleep together Kyuzo would top the young samurai, kissing him fiercely and pressing his body hard on his. And if he happen to do it this morning he'd most definitely feel his arousal and certainly tease about not being able to control his teenage horomones. And Katsu really didn't want that.

His sole duty now was to make sure that would not happen. So he rubbed even faster, even quicker. The intense pressure building in his loin and bubbling in his stomach were just about overload. He could feel the flood gates busting at the seams. His free hand grabbed the blanket below, his breath catching between his clenched teeth. They broke open. In a rush, sticky matter squirting over his hand, running down his softening arousal. He'd made quite a mess, which he would make damn sure Kyuzo or anyone would not clean. He'd take of it.

His breath finally escaped in a soft sigh and with his back hand wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“What do we have here?” He froze, turning to the voice.

Kyuzo lay wide awake. His red-beady eyes staring cold at him, but he still sensed the warmth. Just for him, though. He gulped seeing the curve of a smirk on the swordsman lip. “Uh... did I wake you?' He stuttered, pressing his legs together.

He purred, “That's futile.” He gasped at the touch of the older mans hand parting his legs. “What a thing to wake up to.” His smirk grew and Katsu wondered half-heartedly if he'd get any of his duties done before he felt the first waves of those wonderful hands bringing his arousal back to life.

013. Fanfic 1/1

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 14:45:09 GMT

Catty Cause. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Hibari Kyouya and Kyoko Sasagawa. The need warrants her to the rooftop. General (Genre) G (Rating) Cat ears and slight AU (Warnings).

Its morning, the most dreadful of times for Kyoko Sasagawa. Not only does she always feel exhausted, but she's forced to be in the same classroom as her desire. She sits quietly in her seat, patiently waiting for class too start. There is already a handful of classmates around; chatting on about what they did over the weekend. Kyoko doesn't join any of the conversations. Though she is waiting for sensai, her true thoughts are concentrated solely on a few seats in front of her.

He is Hibari Kyouya. And she is staring holes on top of his head. The compulsion strengthens with the slightest of movement. Her fingers squirm in her lap; she's just about to spring out of her chair. The sensai comes in, unwittingly saving her an embarrassing moment. She bits her lip and hunkers down for a long and hellish session of English.

When the bells chime (after about an hour or less) Kyoko springs after Hibari. Who has miraculously already up and abandoned the classroom. She sprints after, her destination already known. There is only one place Hibari Kyouya goes after each class and before the next – the roof. She climbs the stairs and burst onto the roof.

He is there, laying with his arms folded under his head and legs crossed. He looks relaxed, as usual.

Kyoko straightens her back and breaths in a deep breath. She takes careful but quick steps towards him. “Umm... Hibari-kun, could I have a moment of your time? She stops just a foot away from him.

He looks up, “Your already having a moment of my time.” The irritated tone makes her take a step back but she does not flee. “What do you want?”

She nervously looks around, her bravery to chase after the stoic boy of the school quickly dissipating. However... “Hibari-kun... COULD I TOUCH YOUR EARS?!”

In almost animated fashion a gust of wind and dust particles swirls between the small space between them. The sounds of the baseball and track team on the school ground almost seems to disappear. There isn't a movement of and kind, and Kyoko takes a large gulp.

Hibari lifts himself up, brushing the imaginary dust from his pants. “Now, why would I allow you to do that? Have you earned the right to touch me? I don't believe so. I have an excellent memory, and those who are earned something from me are payed in full immediately. So... explain yourself, Sasagawa.”

Kyoko felt her head swirl with the overwhelming outburst. She nervously bit her bottom lip and shifted her feet. “Well... I haven't earned anything. I know its incredibly selfish of me, Hibari-kun... but I have this compulsion, ever since I saw you, to touch your ears. They're so different from any other boys.” She blushes tomato red, “They... seem so nice.”

Another unbearable silence. Kyoko wonders if she should just high-tail it out of there. Skip school for a few days until her parents decide maybe the problem is with the school and thus transfer her to a different. The thought isn't bad and Kyoko looks back towards the door.

But she's suddenly frozen still when her large ordinary brown ears are grabbed and soothed between fingers. “Ah! Hibari-kun!”

The feeling is incredibly and she quickly feels a purr coming. She clamps her mouth shut long enough for him to get another quick swirl around the fuzz and he lets them plop back into space.

“Such ordinary ears.” He mutters, disappearing from the rooftop in a matter of split seconds.

Kyoko is a little out of place. Her hand covering her mouth slips to her side. “Hibari-kun... touched my ears.” She imitates his movement and touches them. Smiling (and blushing) she tells herself she won't be skipping school or transferring. And next time she gets up the courage, she'll ask again about his own ears.

012. Fanfic 1/1

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 18:38:55 GMT

Regali sono un puzzle quando essi stai data dal Cloud Guardian. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Hibari/Tsunayoshi. Kisses are kisses. But a kiss from the Cloud Guardian — what? General (Genre) PG (Rating) Shonen-ai (Warnings).

Tsunayoshi Sawada could not believe his eyes. He felt if they could pop out of his head, he'd have direct access to his brain to make damn sure what happened, happened. If only they could do that. Then he'd have something appropriate of the situation to say to the boy standing above him, waiting.

“Uhh... I - uh don't know what to say, Hibari-kun.” The older boy merely grunts his disapproval, keeping his face far away from the younger boys gaze. Obviously this is not what he was waiting around to hear. “Damn herbivore. You say thank you for taking up my time for a gift so frivolous. And you also give me a damn answer.”

Tsuna nods, “Uh... thank you, Hibari-kun. I really appreciate.. yo -” He pauses noticing the hard look the Cloud Guardian sends him. He even sees the dark stain to his cheeks. “Uhh... I guess you can go now.”

And away Hibari went, almost in a split second.

Tsuna finds his gaze drawn to his desktop and sits puzzled with muddled thoughts. Scattered on his desktop are pink wrapped chocolate kisses and a note baring, “Be my Valentine.”

He blushes, and as the bell tolls for class beginning he ponders on his answer.

011. Fanfic 1/1

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 13:38:56 GMT

Farfalle sono facili da intercettare, per un futuro re. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Byakuran and OC. The hundrenth and tenth step to becoming king. General (Genre) G (Rating) Speculated childhood. (Warnings).

He's silent, stealthy and sensorially invisible. Not the birds perched on top the branches know of his approach. The leaves even crunch audible under his small feet. He licks his lips, wetting them with childish excitement. His fingers clenched in his filthy jean-shorts. He grins at the proximity he finds himself in. He's so close to his intended target and the pure excitement at this triumphant goes straight to his head.

He leaps from the small bush, pouncing on the beautifully painted butterfly; missing in the process. “Ah, man.” The boy is small (minded) and obviously young – with the roundness of his face evidence of his youth. How old he is is not of your concern. Nor who the boy is. He has no real bearing on the production of this insert. Lets believe him to be just a passerby to the main character. And if you feel bad for my insensitivity towards him, than think of him as Byakuran-kun's first acquaintance.

As we move on, the young boy sighs, dejected from failing. But like all children his interest is peaked by a nearby caterpillar making its way up a flower stalk.

“What are you doing?” The voice startles the young lad and he whips his head behind, “Ah! Bya-kun, did you finish your piano lessons?” Byakuran is the new young lad to this stage, as well as the main focus. He is a little older than the other boy and from his disinterested look at the surrounding creatures (potential playmates slash entertainment) maturer.

He tousles his white hair and bends down to the boys height, “My father tells me boys who miss their targets are losers. Incapable of intelligent thought or social skills. Even worse, they grow up to be filthy commoners.” He smiles and tweaks the little boys nose. “So you have something awful to look forward too.”

Its a harsh sentiment and the first young lad feels it in ten fold. What would you expect from a ordinary child hearing his future being told by a highly distinguished royal child? His eyes water, choking sobs, and snot is already peeking from the opening of his nostrils. “Oh, there there.” Byakuran calmly switches his mood to coddling, “You can't help it now. But if you learned proper techniques and etiquette, you won't have to waste away in mosquito-ridden lands.”

The change in attitude did nothing for the young lad, “AH!!!!” Running off into the distance, wailing and calling for his mother, Byakuran blinked disinterestingly. He sighs, picking himself up off the ground. “Such a hopeless case.”

He is about to turn home when he spots the butterfly the boy had failed to catch. He smirks, easily moving in and closing his hands around the insect. “Ha! On the flip side of ones destiny to be a loser, there is the grandeur of the winning side.” He peeks into his interlocked fingers and says hello to the butterfly. “I am a winner. And thus for will achieve the grandest title – King.”

He crushes the butterfly, tossing its limp body to the ground before making his way back home.

010. Fanfic 2/38

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 20:52:09 GMT

Records. D.Gray-man. Miranda/Kanda and Miranda/Winters. A collection of drabbles featuring the character Miranda Lotto paired romantically and generally with other D.Gray-man characters. See each header for further information.

£ Record no. 1 - Fooled
Rating/Warnings: PG; implied sexuality, heterosexual relationship.
Featuring: Miranda and Kanda Yu
Summary: Even sneaking around with the cross exorcist, she's a failure.

Her eyes are not accustom to the dark. And this is precisely why Kanda had taken her hand in his, leading her though hallway after hallway. The warmth of his large hand, however, made her smile and press her free hand against her chest. She was afraid her happiness would just burst from her lips and as a result grab the young boy, whisking him off to an empty room. The mere thought of it made her blush deepen.

Miranda wasn't a overly sexualized woman. She enjoyed sex as much as the next gal, and she had had her affairs and boyfriends. But none compared to Kanda. He was something else entirely. The almost beastly, untamed exorcist was a riot in the sack. In the beginning his wilds had frightened her into a the submissive role. But he had told her she'd get over herself and grow more confident. And she had. Especially if she wanted the said exorcist in the middle of a black out.

Miranda suppressed a groan and followed him quietly down another hallway. This one was darker than the others and she squeezed his hand harder. “I hope everyone else is doing alright.”

The Order was under a severe attack from a nasty line of thunderstorms. It had knocked out both the power and the back-up generators. This was a very stressing time. Anyone could attack the Order in its vulnerable state. This is what caused Miranda to rush from her room without a light source. She had struggled quite a bit, using the walls as a guide, until her hand had landed on the chest of Kanda. She knew it was him in an instant, which made her very glad.

He'd grabbed her hand without a word and here they were traveling to where their comrades were sure to be. But. Miranda looked around, “Kanda ... I don't recognize this way. Are you sure this hallway lends to the kitchen?” She couldn't see worth a damn in the dark but the Order had been her home long enough for her to able to sense every nook and cranny.

“Its not.”

“Huh?” She hesitated, hearing her heart-beat a little faster inside her chest. “What do you mean?” Her innocent words seem to be what stopped his movement. “Kanda?”

They stood in silence for a good while until he turned his face towards her. A wild smirk graced his features. Miranda chuckled nervously, “Uh ... Kanda,” She gulped, completely frozen in her spot. “you .... you are Kanda, right?”

“Now that is your dumb question of the day.” He moved towards her to trap her against the wall. “And you last.” He closed in, his grin reflecting in her eyes.

£ Record no. 2 - Battle Scent
Rating/Warnings: R; implied sexuality, blood, and heterosexual relationship.
Featuring: Miranda and Winters Zokalo
Summary: There's the scent of her shampoo on the most unlikely of items.

Miranda stretches her limbs like a cat after a long nap. She delights in the feel of silk against her naked skin and curls into a fetal position, hugging the sheet to her chest. She instantly regrets it when the foul odor of Akuma blood filters through her nostrils. She backs away instantaneously and grimaces towards the ceiling.

Her thoughts wonder aimlessly to her companion – more than likely the one who brought the smell to their bed. She herself showered after each time she killed an Akuma. Cleansing her body almost to the point of leaving raw rashes on her skin. Winters did not. Since the day they began this sorted, twisted sexual escapade, she never once seen him shower. So he undoubtedly was the carrier of the smell of death.

She lifted herself up, not bothering to cover her nakedness with the sheet. No one was going to come bursting into the room of General Zokalo. But beside that, she wanted far away from the battle scented linen.

She swung her legs over the bed, planting her feet on the cold surface of the floor. She sighed, already bored, and she had hardly even moved. If only Winters was here. Miranda would be called a 'freak' if they knew she desperately longed for the Generals presence. She couldn't fathom what her interest in him was. Perhaps the interest lie in the fact that Winters had told her he could careless of her abilities and inabilities. Of course he had said a lot more afterwards, and none to pleasantry. But she had grabbed his hand, mindless of his instant stiffness at her touch, and kissed each battle-worn finger.

In her many years of service to the Order she had grown stronger. She had gained the ability over many slaughters (many she herself took apart in) and losing comrades (a few at her fault) the ability to shut her emotions in. She only shared the few happy moments with those closets. But when the situation called for a harden-heart, she was there. So when Winters had so ruthlessly beaten her down with his barbed words, she had not given into crying or giving up her pursuit and only smiled, nodding in agreement.

She chuckles at the memories and picks herself up from the bed. She is mildly surprised when her toes brush against something soft. For she wore her battle uniform when she had sneaked into his room. And Winters did not do soft.

She looked down to see a red shawl laying half on her boot. She smiled, picking the scarf up, “This is yours Winters.” She remembers her gift to him and holds it close to her face. She gasp and a instant spark lights her eyes, “You little sneak.”

She hurries to get herself ready. A new mission is waiting beyond the confines of their room. She showers quickly, washing away any evidence of him, and quickly dresses in her black battle uniform. Grabbing a few more items she hurries out the door unheard and unseen.

She leaves the red shawl, smelling of her shampoo, folded neatly on his pillow.

009. Fanfic 1/1

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 19:14:12 GMT

Ship of Fool. Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Implied, maybe onesided Mukuro/Kyoko and Kyoko/Tsunayoshi. He remembers the events which first gave him the notion of becoming her protector. Angst (Genre) PG (Rating) Implied character death (Warnings).

His questions remain unvoiced. Mukuro has been unable to gain the attention of his comrades and after a last failed attempt, gave up completely. He exists the conference room and heads downstairs to the kitchen. He's going there with one objective in mind: to feed the belly of Kyoko Sawada. He's heard from the maids that the lady of the house has not eaten for quite a while. A pear or two, but nothing substantial. She is confined to her wheel-chair, thus unable to satiate her hungry herself.

So it falls to him: her protector.

His attachment to the mistress is something he has come to fully understand after seven years in her servitude. She is a lot like Chrome, the youngling he shared a life (and body) with for a good portion of his life. She is a fragile mirror; one ding and she cracks. But underneath that weakness there lies a lioness, ready to strike at the slightest hint of trouble.

He admires this in the woman, thus his insistence to become her bodyguard.

He remembered the events of when he first gave the notion of wanting to become her protector. It had been a blustery winter morning when he'd woken up (after a quick snooze) to the sound of the Tenth and his wife talking at the top of stairs. Removing himself from leaning against the wall outside the doors of the Vongola Mansion, he peered in to see a distressing scene.

Tsunayoshi-sama looked completely trapped. His hand convex between their bodies, and looking pathetic. His eyes deeply trained to the ground beside his wife; vulnerable and devoid of anything other than the hope his beloved wife would drop the subject.

Kyoko, in the opposite, looked as if she were on fire. Similar to her brothers enthusiastic stance when battling. Her posture straight, almost as if she were defending her children from a cold blast of wintry air. He could easily tell she was the aggressor of the conversation. More than likely the one who incited the battle between husband and wife.

The conversation quickly turned in a split second with the arrival of the other Vongola members. Tsunayoshi-sama still bore the troubled look when he kissed his wife's cheek and exited the house, trudging behind Yamamoto-san and Hibari-san. He himself turned his body at that time, giving the Sawada wife one last curious look. He wondered nonchalantly what had made the woman bare such a dark look on her lovely features.

The curiosity truly killed him. But asking the Tenth would be futile. The lord made it a point to keep his life between Kyoko and his children very private. And turning back to ask the mistress of the house would possibly upset the situation even more. Pouring salt on a gaping wound.

When he happen to look back, just out of curiosity, he stopped breathless. He ignored the rants of Lambo-san and watched with large eyes at Mrs. Sawada. The woman, just moments ago, had stood fierce and unmoving, now crumbled against the door.

To him, in that moment, she looked the way he did back when was apart of the Estraneo Family. A tiny, vulnerable, weak lab rat. Cowardly huddled in the corner like a pup who'd just pissed in his masters shoe. Waiting for the beating, the lashing to scar his innocent skin.

He later escaped he hell, though. He'd gained the strength, through horrible means, and escaped his cowardice. But could this woman do the same?

He wished for it so. Standing in the cold winter air, watching the maids pull the woman to her feet with great effort, he wished to save another like his former self. He wasn't a savior by any stretch of the imagination, but he wished to be hers.

He would return and trap that fire she had showed towards her husband within those eyes of hers. He vowed to do this. Because ... watching the tears continuously rolling down her cheeks, his heart skipped so many beats.

He stands at her door, balancing the tray of Italian food in one hand. He opens, not announcing his arrival. It is useless, for she will not respond to formalities.

She does not turn to him. And he does not expect any less. He has only been back for a short while (maybe less than a week) but has already learned and adapted to the workings of the woman. For one, she is an empty shell, unresponsive to most around her. He has witnessed her conversing with her children. She talks to Haru-chan and the other females, having her nails painted. And she even plays cards with Gokudera-san.

But all attempts to wake the girl from her pain fail. And most of those around her have given up her fate to remain. He knows they still love her deeply and would never truly discard her, but they do not try as hard as he does. He has an obligation. No, its more than that. He wants Kyoko Sawada or even Kyoko Sasagawa back.

He sighs, setting her tray of food on a desk. He approaches quietly, a smile plastered on his slightly aged features. “Kyoko-dono,” He kneels before her, grabbing a hold of a hand. She immediately responds with a slight twitch. He is slightly happy for this and his smile brightens a touch. “will you eat today? You know good well you must eat. I think the chefs very insulted that you have not eaten his food in a good while.”

He gains no other response and moves to stand behind her, placing his hands on the chairs hand-bars. “It is a beautiful day. Perhaps later on you'd like to take a walk outside.” Her gaze is fixated on outside the glass. “I'm positive Sara-chan and Sui-chan would be delighted to have you outside playing with them. You could do some gardening. Though, unfortunately Sui-chan fed the seeds for the magnolias to the birds.” He swipes a hand through his hair, leaving it atop his head. “I swear, that boy is a handful. But of course,” He lingers, dropping his hand and the gaiety expression. “he only misses his mothers guidance.”

He looks down at her, but she remains fixated. He cringes and looks away, continuing. “He misses you Kyoko-dono – they both do. Won't you go to your children? Won't you at least live for their sakes?” His hands grip the bars tighter, “You can't stay here. You know there is nothing coming for you.”

He hopes to keep the rest of his preach at bay. He hates this. He doesn't know what he hates the most: having someone he has looked after, watched intently for seven years. Nourishing, holding, comforting, arguing with, weeping with, and fighting with: losing herself. Or ... him losing to himself.

He knows he's failed her. His promise he made to himself on the day she made his heart skip, has been swallowed by the absence of Tsunayoshi-sama. And the creation of the empty shell that is his wife.

“I - I sort of hate the Tenth.” He hesitates and does something unbecoming of their status'. He bends forward, locking his arms around her stomach, his chin laying on her right shoulder. “I hate him because he wasn't here to see you. I am certain when he left all those times you and the children were in each passing thought. I remember he even implied your safety in his conversations with business associates. You were everything and anything to him. But he could not help you with what he left behind. There's no way he could.”

He nuzzles closer to her face, sure nobody will interrupt, he challenges his time with her by placing the softest of kisses along her jaw. “I was able to do something he could never dream of. I was the one who watched you suffer as you tried your hardest to convince yourself it was alright to let him leave. I was the one who comforted you when it back-fired and you found yourself crying rivers in bed. I picked you up from that doorway, so many times. Carried you off to the piano, the kitchen, the laundry room, the courtyard. I made those beautiful lips light up like a thousand rays of sunshine.”

He clenches his teeth, hoping to prevent the most important of his emotions from escaping. “I - I hate him because you love him. Still love him. Instead of ...”

He pauses to look around at her gaze. She still wears the same expressions as when he walked in – her pose a true figure of frozen in time.

Sighing, he lifts himself away from her and walks over to the large window. “Kyoko-dono, I'm afraid your food as gone cold. I suppose its my fault this time around. I babbled on and on and you so politely and respectfully listened. And all the while your belly went un-fed. How truly gracious you are.” He smiles but not turns.

“Kyoko-dono, I will fetch you a new meal and leave you be for today.” He turns, resisting the strong urge to place a hand on her shoulder. He grabs her tray and food and walks for the exit.

“My husband will return today.” He pauses. “I just know it! He will return and he will bring me a gift, as he always does, beyond measure. Oh, but of course, he is silly in thinking I wish for material items when he himself is the greatest gift.” He opens the door. “Oh, yesterday in class, Reborn-kun scared Tsu-kun so badly that he tripped on his feet and knocked over the tank of frogs. Oh, he was so funny. But Tsu-kun's always been funny.”

He listens, a smile present. “My husband will return today. I just know it!” She continues as he shuts the door. “He will bring me a gift that is priceless.” He continues to listen to her muffled rambling as the presence of Gokudera-san stands at the top of the stairs. He looks over, wistfully, and the silver-haired boy turns quickly away – clear understanding in his eyes.

“Yes.” He says softly, “I am sure he will return today.” He moves slowly away from the door.

“OH! My husband, there you are. My sneaky little husband, why would you sneak up on your beloved wife?” He can picture the mirth on her face. The pure joy of seeing Tsunayoshi-sama smiling down at her from across the room. “Did you bring me a present from one of those many trips you find yourself on?”

He moves on – his eye tattooed with a straight black line.