I don't wanna give up

saturn_necklace @ 2008-06-01T16:21:00

2008-06-01T15:21:48Z

This one's for Rachel.

KEBAB.

~~Chicken kebab sandwich = ♥ ....I couldn't fit the N on the actual sandwich, so it had to go on the salad O:~~

I'm highly aware that this made no sense to most people. Sorry

KEBAB

FRIENDS CUT

2008-05-20T21:48:04Z

I figured that it was probably time I cleared out my flist, since I've never actually done it before.

I did cut quite a few people, although I believe some of the journals I cut may have been dead ones that people had moved out of.

Click here to see if you've been cut or not. If you can still see the entry, you haven't, if you can't then you have.

Please note that I fail quite often, therefore there's the possibility that I might've cut people I meant to keep. If you think that's the case with you, just comment here and I'll add you again :D

I've basically cut: people I didn't recognise, people who hadn't updated in a very long time, people who I don't really share many interests with anymore, people I've never/rarely spoken to.

If you're in one of those categories, but want to be added again ~~not that I expect people to, because I'm boring and write really random, boring entries about steak and other things that are random like that~~ then comment giving me a reason to come back. I'm nice, so I'll most probably say yes XD

Icons~

2007-11-25T19:20:27Z

I was having fun not doing any revision, and procrastinating instead... My procrastination led to icon making... This isn't all of them, since I'm using the Jun one, but here~

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Created with angelamaria's Icon Table Generator @ Bauble

...I saw this and felt the urge to do it...

2007-11-24T13:19:10Z

step 1. Make a post to your LJ.

The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a ______ icon that's just for me.") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD.") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/tv."). The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your e-mail address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you. (Note: home address, not required!)

Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, so that the holiday joy will spread.

step 2. Surf around your friends list
(or friends friends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:
If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true.

Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use -- or even know where you could get someone's dream pure bred basset hound for free -- do it.

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf -- to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call. There are no guarantees with this project, and no strings attached. Just... wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.

1. Money... ^^;;;
2. Paid LJ account... (I can't get one myself...I have no way of paying as far as I can see ><)
3. Taisuke... XDD;;
4. Jun... XDD;;;
5. Sakuraiba fics
6. Arashi CD(s)
7. Arashi goods
8. Ohmiya fics
9. Sheet music for JE songs
10. Cell phone (mine sucks... It keeps breaking.... I've had it for 2 years ^^;;;)

...If anyone does want to get me any bought stuff ~~no matter how much I doubt that they will~~ just email me at saturn_necklace@hotmail.com or saturnnecklace.swi@googlemail.com and I'll give you my details ^^

[Fic/drabble] Oh!yassu; Love story, PG

2007-07-08T11:52:02Z

I wrote this last night to practise my handwriting ^^;;; *fails* .....Downside=My handwriting is no better, Upside=I got a drabbley thing out of it.... enjoy! I think ^^;;;

Title: Love story I will always fail at titles. Always. This title has nothing to do with anything, I just couldn't think of anything better. *is bricked*
Pairing: Oh!Yassu (AKA. Ohyass)
Rating: PG
Genre: Probably fluff, Romance? ...I don't know... just read it....
Author: Me... you'd never have guessed would you?
Length: Short.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I know that seems slightly unbeleivable, but it's true, they actually aren't mine! *gasp* ..Please stop reminding me of this fact... it makes me go emo D=
Summary: Ohkura confesses to Yassu.
AN: ....This is probably a little ~~okay, a lot ^^;;;~~ out of charcter... but I don't really care. I think it turned out okay. ...And I'm well aware of the fact that it's probably cute. Because it seems to be that everything I write is cute..... Do you think that if I wrote an angsty death fic it would still be cute?.... Possibly...... I'll go write one.... Okay, maybe without the death though, because I can't kill them.... just angsty... lots of angst..... can I even do that? ....who knows... *shuts up*

Ohkura didn't know exactly when it had happened. There was an almost infinite number of choices. The day he and Yassu had cooked together. The day Yassu had turned up on his doorstep, soaked by the rain, just because he wanted to make sure the taller man had eaten his breakfast (although Ohkura suspected that it was also an excuse to escape the insanity of his household for a little while). The time they had stayed up all night together, just talking about the first things they thought of. The time Yassu had bought Ohkura a new drum kit, just because. Ohkura didn't know exactly when it had happened, but he had fallen for his best friend.

Ohkura knew that he had to tell the other, as Yassu always said, better out than in. (Although he might not have exactly been referring to confessions from his best friend, but Ohkura overlooked this matter). That night seemed as goos a time as any to tell the othe, so he called Yassu and told him to come over for dinner. Cooking was always fun anyway. As they sat down to eat Ohkura figured that there wasn't going to be a better time to confess, so, as casually as one could in this situation, he began to talk.
"Yassu."
"Yes?"
"I like you."
"Okay."
'That' Ohkura thought. 'Went pretty well.' And so he continued.
"I thought you should know." He said between mouthfuls of food.
Yassu nodded once and then chewed thoughtfully for a while.
"Tacchon?"
"Yes?"
"I like you too."
"That's convinient."
Yassu nodded again, reaching out for his drink. After taking a sip another thoughtful look appeared on his face.
"I guess we're a couple then."
"Guess so."
"Should we do something to mark the occasion?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno... Something couplish I guess."
"...What, like kiss?"
Yassu shrugged. "Sounds good to me."
Ohkura swallowed another mouthful of food. "Fair enough."
He stood up and walked round to Yassu's side of the table, then sat down again. He leaned closer to the other until their lips touched. Yassu kissed back gently until Ohkura's tongue pushed at his lips for entrance. The shorter mans lips paarted and the kiss intensified. Eventually they pulled apart for air.
"That was nice." Yassu said, slightly breathlessly.
Ohkura nodded. "Is the occasion marked?"
"I think so, but it couldn't hurt to mark it a little more."

Taisuke's party~

2007-06-25T22:51:51Z

....Okay, so there aren't many pictures of this or anything... and we didn't really do much..... We had a meal and watched ProDai, and thought of Taisuke the whole time.... It was a good meal though... Miso soup and OMURAISU!!! ....I'm good at making omuraisu ^^;;; ...I have pictures of the meal, but that's it ^^;;;;;; ....there was no cake because my parents had a party for their 25th anniversary at the weekend, meaning cake overload ^^;;; but omuraisu is just as amazing, if not more =D

pictures -----> ~~Don't ask why my sister has Shige written on hers.... badly...... She just likes shige, even if it was Taisuke's birthday celebration ^^;;;;~~

mine:

Rachel's:

~~......I wanted to stick candles in them, but I ended up not doing that because I didn't know where the candles were *fails* XD~~

....Oh! Karu! I finally got around to recording myself! ......*WARNING* Don't listen if you want your ears to stay in tact ^^;;; ...If you do choose to listen, you are a very brave person ^^;;;; .....And this isn't even a decent recording of me, so your ears will really die ^^;;;; .....Okay... I'll edit it in here later when Yassu decides to work for me ^^;;;;

EDIT: okay, here it is~ *blank* enjoy? ^^;;;

EDIT2: ...Okay so i listened to it again and took it out.... it broke my ears..... I'll try recording again soon.... doesn't help that I seem to have a bit of a cold ^^;;;

icons - Taisuke's present part2

2007-06-25T22:19:00Z

Since it's Taisuke's 20th birthday ~~and it still is for me, so I'm safe =P ^^;;;~~ I made Taisuke icons... 20 to be exact, one for each year of his life... so~

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20.

There.... Now for the next part.... there might be a fanvideo tomorrow as well if Windows movie maker decides to work for me ^^;;;;;

[fic/drabble] A fangirl's revelation

2007-06-25T22:02:57Z

This is a little different... I don't think I've seen something like this written before, but I think I like it. It was written like it was from my POV, as I watched Taisuke in the concert of a debuted group, but it could work for any jr. from your POV, that's how I wrote it. And it's a part of my present to Taisuke.

Title: A fangirl's revelation ~~yeah, suckish, I know~~
Rating: G
Pairing: None, just the kind of relationship a fangirl has with their idol
Summary: just read, it's short
Author: Me
AN: Enjoy!

I watch from afar. The way you move your body to the music, the expressions that run across your face. I listen to your hypnoyising voice, as your group finally get a song alone, and I imagine that it's only for me. All I can do is shout along with the other fangirls around me, wave an uchiwa with your face on, and hope desperately that you'll notice me amongst the crowd.

When our eyes meet I smile, and you smile back. Somehow I feel complete. You look happy to see me there, supporting you, a backdancer, rather than the group that is starring in the concert, you also look surprised, probably because I'm a foreigner, you didn't think that foreigners even knew of your existence.

You wink at me and continue to dance, the smile remaining on your face throughout the concert. I continue to smile as well, shouting your name, supporting you in the only way that I can, my voice almost becoming lost amongst the the shouts of other fans, clamouring for attention from their idols.

You continue to look back at me whenever you can, and I greet you with a smile each time. I mouth words to you, telling you that I'll be there tomorrow as well, and the next day, as often as I can be. You nod and smile in acknowledgement.

I'm sad to leave when the music dies away and the concert finishes, but I look forward to the next concert when I can see you again.

We're so far apart, but still somehow connected, even if we'll never really have the chance to speak. I know that I must be the luckiest person alive. I was noticed by you.

[Fic] Senkaido; The Calm after the storm, PG-13? 2/2

2007-06-20T20:02:55Z

Title: The calm after the storm 1/2
Rating: PG-13? *sucks at ratings*
Pairing: Senkaido.... NiSen.... whatever you want to call it =P
Author: Me!~
Disclaimer: I don't own them, you all know that, I know it, and it's making me depressed remembering this, so let's get on with the fic...
Summary: ......I fail at summarising...... uh....... It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you what happens now? *fails* XD
AN: This is only in parts because it wouldn't all fit in one post T_T ....there was only supposed to be one part....

Senga’s eyes shot open as he heard the door click shut. He wasn’t quite sure if what he’d just felt was a dream or not. Nikaido kissing him certainly seemed like something he would dream about, but it had felt too real to just be part of his imagination. Needing to find out, Senga slowly lifted the sheets and slid out of bed, shivering. He knew it wasn’t a particularly good idea to get out of bed and walk around whilst he was still weak and ill, with a fever, but he stumbled out of the room anyway, grasping various objects to steady himself as he made his way through to the kitchen, where Nikaido was now sitting eating a piece of toast slowly.

Nikaido looked up from his breakfast to see Senga standing in the doorway, hanging onto the wooden doorframe, and looking like his legs would give way at any second. He quickly dropped his toast and ran over to the younger man, a worried look on his face. He wrapped an arm around Senga’s waist and then helped him to walk over to a chair, carefully lowering him into the seat.

“Baka. Why are you out of bed?” He muttered, sitting back in his own seat and looking at the other man, everything else forgotten.

“I… I wondered where you went.” Senga said, finding himself unable to ask if the kiss had really happened.

“You should have just shouted me.” Nikaido scolded, taking another bite of his toast. “I should probably get you back to bed.”

“I’ll be fine here.” Senga said, trying to stop his shivers, not wanting to go and lie down again. Nikaido gave him a disbelieving look.

“You expect me to believe that when you look half frozen, and like you’re so dizzy that you’re going to fall off that chair at any second?” He stood up again and walked over to Senga. “There’s no way I’m letting you stay out of bed any longer.” He said, bending down to pick Senga up.

“But I’ll be lonely.”

“I’ll stay with you.”

“What about your breakfast?”

“I can bring it with me. Now stop complaining and do as you’re told.” Nikaido said, handing the piece of toast to Senga, then sliding one arm underneath the younger man’s legs, and the other behind his back, and lifting him. “Hold onto that for me.” He said, gesturing to the toast with his head as he walked out of the room. Senga did as he was told and let himself be carried through to the bedroom, not having much choice in the matter.

Nikaido placed Senga in the bed and covered him with the sheets, then took his breakfast from the other man, and sat down, taking another bite.

“What time is it anyway?” Senga asked, looking around for a clock. Nikaido picked up his watch and glanced at it, swallowing his food.

“12:30am.” He said, putting the watch back on the bedside table.

“We really slept for that long?” Senga asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“Guess so.” Nikaido said with a shrug, finishing off his toast.

A long silence followed this, with Senga silently staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the kiss, and Nikaido gazing at the wall opposite him, lost in thought

“…Was it real?” Senga asked, breaking the silence and snapping Nikaido out of his thoughts. The older man looked at Senga with a confused look on his face. Senga turned his head to face him, their eyes meeting. “The kiss… Was it real, or was it part of my dream?” He asked, gazing into Nikaido’s eyes with a look that begged for the truth.

“…Real.” Nikaido answered simply, staring back into Senga’s eyes, unable to look away.

Another silence followed this, both men gazing into the other’s eyes, neither wanting to the moment to end, even though it had to happen at some point. That ending came with another comment from Senga, one that was whispered almost too quietly for Nikaido to hear. “…I’m glad…” The younger man looked away, a small smile on his face as he continued. “I was worried that it might’ve just been a dream… I think I would’ve been sad if it was… Even though it seemed more likely.” Nikaido looked at Senga in disbelief, confusion clear on his face.

“You… You mean… You wanted me to kiss you?” Senga nodded, glancing back at Nikaido to see his reaction. “But… But why?”

“Because I like you.” Senga answered, turning onto his side, so that he was facing Nikaido.

“You… like me? …But why me?”

“Because you’re you.”

“I…” Nikaido started, looking down at his feet. “…I like you too.”

“Good.” Senga replied, smiling at the older male. Nikaido smiled back and reached out to take Senga’s hand in his own, gripping it tightly, unwilling to let go. “…What does this mean exactly?” The younger man asked after a few moments of silence.

“It means that I’m going to kiss you again. Properly this time.” Nikaido answered with a smirk, his thumb brushing over the soft skin of Senga’s hand, gently.

“…And after that?”

“Then we’ll be a couple.”

“…I’d like that…” Senga whispered, meeting Nikaido’s eyes.

“Me too.” Nikaido whispered back, removing his hand from Senga’s as he stood up, instead placing it on Senga’s cheek, and leaning in. After what seemed like forever, his lips met Senga’s in a gentle kiss, full of emotion. Senga replied to the kiss happily, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed the feel of Nikaido’s lips against his.

The older man nibbled gently at Senga’s bottom lip, his thumb lightly caressing the younger mans face. After a few moments he pulled away, a smile on his face.

“You should rest now.” He whispered, his hand remaining on Senga’s cheek.

“I don’t want to rest. I’ve been resting for hours.” Was Senga’s reply, which came accompanied by a small pout.

“You need to rest a lot, you’re ill.”

“I think I’m getting better.”

Nikaido raised an eyebrow as he took in Senga’s still shivering form. “You’re still shivering, and you still have a fever.”

“But I’m not coughing or sneezing anymore.” This statement was soon followed by a series of coughs, the occasional sneeze showing itself as well.

“You were saying?”

“…Okay, so maybe I’m not getting any better… But resting is boring…”

“Even with me around?”

“…It’s less boring with you here… But I want to go out and do something.”

Nikaido raised his eyebrow again and glanced out of the window, just to confirm that time hadn’t suddenly started to pass by amazingly quickly, and it was in fact the time that he thought it was. “You do realise that it’s still the middle of the night… right?”

Senga blushed. “…Okay, so maybe not go out… But I still don’t want to rest.”

“…Resting doesn’t mean no kissing you know.”

Senga went quiet for a moment, thinking. “…Okay, so maybe a little rest… But after that I want to do something.”

“Fine… But if you get worse it’s your own fault.” Nikaido said, walking around to the other side of the bed and climbing in. “It’s easier if I’m here right? ...And it’ll help to keep you warm.” He whispered as Senga turned around to face him. The younger man snuggled closer, and Nikaido’s arms wrapped around his waist securely.

Slowly, Senga brought his head towards Nikaido’s, their lips eventually meeting in another kiss. Nikaido replied tenderly, savouring every moment. After a while the older male brought his tongue out to trace Senga’s lips gently, asking for entrance. Senga’s lips soon parted, and Nikaido’s tongue slid into the younger man’s mouth, exploring the new territory with a touch of hesitance. The kiss stayed slow and sweet, each man savouring the other’s taste as their tongues met, and neither wanting the moment to end as the kiss that they had both been dreaming of, wanting desperately, continued.

Eventually they pulled apart, as the need for air became too great to ignore. Gasping for breath, Nikaido pressed a few gentle kisses on the other man’s lips, barely brushing against them. Senga snuggled even closer to Nikaido, burying his face in Nikaido’s neck and closing his eyes, deciding to actually get the rest that Nikaido wanted him to have. The older man brought one arm to wrap behind Senga’s back, holding the younger man against him as he slept.

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Another hour or so passed as the two men slept, and the first to wake up again was Senga. He shuffled out of Nikaido’s arms and shook the other lightly, then a little harder when it had no effect.

“I’ve rested~”

Nikaido grunted and cracked one eye open. “I haven’t finished resting.” He pointed out, closing his eye again and attempting to fall asleep again.

“But it’s boring resting any more. Get up~” Senga whined, shaking he other again. The older male sighed and opened both of his eyes.

“What do you want to do anyway?” He asked, sitting up slowly, vaguely wondering what was so bad about just staying in bed.

Senga thought for a moment. “We’re going on a walk.” He decided with a smile. Nikaido looked outside to confirm his suspicion.

“It’s still dark.”

“Well done.”

“You’re ill.” Nikaido sighed, running his fingers through his hair in a successful attempt to stop it from sticking out at odd angles, as it was prone to doing when he had just woken up.

“And?”

“You’ll probably get worse.”

“So I’ll go and see a doctor. You’re probably going to make me see one anyway.”

Nikaido sighed in defeat. “Fine then… But you have to rest afterwards.” He said, crawling out of the bed and searching for clean clothes, for both him and Senga. He tossed a few items of clothing to the other man, then pulled his pajama shirt off, in order to pull a green shirt on instead.

When they were both changed Senga stumbled over to the other, barely keeping himself upright, yet still not giving up. Nikaido mentally sighed, wondering why on earth the other wanted to go on a walk when he could barely stumble across the room.

“Let’s go then.” He said, wrapping an arm around Senga’s waist to keep him steady as they walked out of the room.

“I can walk you know.” Senga said, wrapping an arm around the older man’s shoulders. Nikaido shot Senga a look of disbelief as they reached the coat rack. He pulled two coats off and handed one to the other, before letting go of him to pull his own coat on, and then slip his shoes one, waiting for the younger male to do the same.

When they were both ready he grabbed his keys and cell phone, then pulled the door open, muttering something under his breath about “…Midnight walks…” and “…make himself worse…” His arm once again wound around Senga’s waist to help the other out of the house before closing and locking the door, and shoving his keys and cell phone in his pocket. Senga leant against him, Nikaido’s support making it much easier to walk on his weakened legs as he was lead away from the house and down the empty street.

“Where are we going anyway?” Nikaido sighed, his strong grip around the other’s waist never faltering.

Senga thought for a moment as they walked down the street, which seemed to be completely deserted, excluding the presence of a small cat sat on a nearby wall. “The park.” He said, eventually, with a decisive nod. Nikaido nodded his approval and they continued their walk, Senga talking animatedly, and Nikaido concentrating more on keeping the other upright, since the younger seemed to have no intention of doing so himself. Eventually they reached the small park, which –unsurprisingly- was as deserted as everywhere else had been. Nikaido took Senga over to a wooden bench and sat down, the other taking a seat next to him.

“The stars are pretty tonight.” Was all that Senga said as he looked up, the animated chatter from before having died away. The clouds from the night before had passed, leaving a beautifully clear night sky, the stars dotted across the huge expanse of black, shining brightly. Nikaido nodded in agreement as he silently gazed up at the beautiful picture.

They stayed like that for a while, looking upwards towards the sky, not a word escaping their mouths. Senga’s hand found Nikaido’s and gripped it, small smiles appearing on both of their faces as they enjoyed the moment, gazing up into the night.

Link to part 1~

AN: I'm so glad that's finally done..... now, off to revise T_T

[Fic] Senkaido; The Calm after the storm, PG-13? 1/2

2007-06-20T19:57:13Z

I mentioned this fic a while ago. I started it, then got major writers block, and I actually managed to finish it a couple of days ago *dances* ...Here it is anyway =D

Title: The calm after the storm 1/2
Rating: PG-13? *sucks at ratings*
Pairing: Senkaido.... NiSen.... whatever you want to call it =P
Author: Me!~
Disclaimer: I don't own them, you all know that, I know it, and it's making me depressed remembering this, so let's get on with the fic...
Summary: ......I fail at summarising...... uh....... It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you what happens now? *fails* XD
AN: This is only in parts because it wouldn't all fit in one post T_T ....there was only supposed to be one part....

The calm after the storm

The rain had just finished falling after a long, stormy night. A sense of calm had taken over as droplets of water fell from the branches of the trees. The sun was beginning to show itself, and the light made the wet grass shimmer.

Only hours before, lightning had been tearing through the black night sky and wind had been howling loudly through the city. Now the clouds had drifted away and everything seemed peaceful again.

Nikaido Takashi gazed out of his living room window, lost in thought. Pale sunlight highlighted his skin as he stared into the distance, a calm expression on his face. Although he had barely slept the night before, no trace of tiredness graced his features. A sense of tranquillity surrounded him as he sat, barely moving. Only the quiet sound of a clock ticking steadily could be heard, a total contrast to the sounds of the storm the night before, with thunder tearing through the room, drowning out all other sound.

The sound of coughing and sneezing from the bedroom was what finally broke Nikaido out of his trance like state, and he hurriedly stood and stumbled to the source of the noise, a worried look appearing on his face.

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Senga Kento had been on his way home from work, after staying behind to finish off some filing, when the storm had hit. He had stumbled through the unrelenting rain, barely able to see through the torrents of water, and had battled against the forceful winds, until he had finally collapsed on the concrete floor outside Nikaido’s apartment, still shivering as the rain continued to fall heavily on him.

Nikaido had been surprised to see his workmate lying on the cold concrete slabs outside his house when he had looked out of his window in the late hours of the evening. He had sprinted outside the moment he recognised the unmoving form, and had lifted the younger man without a thought, carrying him back into the small apartment. He had then set Senga down on the couch -not worrying in the slightest about the furniture getting wet- and had run to the bathroom and his bedroom to fetch some towels and dry clothes.

Barely even noticing his own drenched state, Nikaido had set to work on drying Senga and changing him into a warm pair of pajamas. He had only started to dry himself off when this task was done. He hardly dared to take his gaze away from the unconscious man in case he started to look more ill. When he was dried and changed Nikaido had carried Senga through to his bedroom and laid him on the comfortable bed, covering him up to the shoulders with the warm sheets. After this Nikaido had pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat there, keeping watch over Senga through the night. That was how he had stayed until the early hours of the morning, until sleep finally got the better of him and his head had dropped down to rest on his arms, next to Senga’s sleeping body.

He had woken up while the sky was still dark, but all traces of the storm had disappeared, and silently left the room, careful not to wake the other man. This was when he had walked over to the window and sat down, staring out and falling into a daydream.

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Nikaido hurried into the bedroom, to be greeted by the sight of Senga sitting up in the bed, shivering, coughing, and sneezing. Wordlessly he had helped the younger man to lie back down again, and had pulled the covers back up to the younger man’s chin. Senga looked at Nikaido with confused eyes.
“Ni… Nikaido?”
Nikaido brought a finger to the other man’s lips, silencing him, then brushed a stray lock of hair from Senga’s forehead with a tenderness Senga had never seen Nikaido show anyone before.
“Shhh… I’ll be back soon.” Nikaido said in a soothing voice before leaving the room.

Minutes later he returned, a bowl of hot soup in one hand, and a damp cloth in the other. He set the soup down on the small bedside table and gently wiped the sweat off Senga’s forehead with the cloth. Seeing the younger man’s mouth beginning to open, no doubt to ask what was going on, Nikaido once again brought his finger to Senga’s lips to silence him, then sat down on the chair.
“You collapsed outside my house in the storm. I looked out of the window and saw you lying there, so I brought you in and dried you off, then left you in here to sleep.” He explained, in answer to the unasked question, not mentioning how he had stayed with him the entire night, watching over him worriedly. “Do you think you can eat anything? …I made you soup.” Senga nodded, and Nikaido helped him to sit up again, placing another pillow behind the other man’s back to help him stay in position.

Placing the cloth on the table, Nikaido picked up the bowl of soup, and the spoon that he had brought with it. “It’s still a little hot.” He murmured, blowing gently on a spoonful to cool it down enough to be eaten. Resting the bowl on his lap, Nikaido moved the spoon to Senga’s lips, using his free hand to catch any drop. Senga took it into his mouth and swallowed the liquid carefully, looking at Nikaido the whole time, studying the gentle expression on the older man’s face. They repeated this routine until the soup was finished, and Nikaido once again set the bowl down on the bedside table, picking up the cloth once he had done so.

Nikaido gently rested the back of his hand on Senga’s head. “You have a fever.” He mumbled, removing his hand and using the cloth to wipe the younger boy’s forehead once again. “What were you doing walking outside in the storm anyway?” He asked quietly, stroking Senga’s hair comfortingly as the younger man shivered.
“I missed the train home from work…” Senga admitted, with a sneeze, looking slightly embarrassed.
“Why didn’t you get a taxi?”
“…I didn’t have enough money with me…” The younger man answered, shivering a little more. Nikaido pulled the sheets up higher around Senga’s neck.
“I should probably take you to a doctor.” Nikaido muttered, going back to wiping Senga’s forehead gently.
“I… I’ll be fine…”
“I’m taking you if you get any worse, and you’re staying here until you’re better.”

The room was silent for a moment as Senga watched Nikaido caring for him, a question running through his mind.
“Nikaido? ...Why are you doing this for me? …We barely know each other…” He whispered, his eyes meeting Nikaido’s, and neither man looking away.
“Because I want to.” Nikaido answered simply, in a quiet voice, then stood, picked up the empty bowl, and began to walk out of the room, leaving Senga alone in the room

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Nikaido had always been someone that Senga admired. He worked as hard as he could in his job, although it was only office work, and he never gave up. He had always been something of a mystery to Senga, never becoming very involved in conversations with their colleagues in breaks, and never revealing much about himself to anyone. After only a few weeks of working with the older man Senga had become intrigued. He had found himself wanting to become friends with him, wanting to become the one person that Nikaido would open up to, but he had never found the courage to try. After a few months Senga had realised that he had developed feelings for the other man. In a way this made Nikaido seem even more unreachable.

Ever since the day Senga had started working in the same office as him, Nikaido had found himself falling for the younger man. Because of this he distanced himself from Senga, not believing that he had a chance. He threw himself into his work, finding that to be the best way of staying away without being suspicious. Senga was kind, beautiful, clever and funny. Nikaido knew that a large number of other people must have liked Senga, and he was sure that they all had a far better chance than him, so he made sure he remained distant and tried his hardest to distract himself from the beautiful man sitting at the desk across from him.

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After a few minutes Nikaido returned to the bedroom, a glass of water in one hand and a bowl of cold water in the other. He set the glass down on the small wooden table, then sat down and rested the bowl on his lap. He soaked the cloth in the cold water, then squeezed the excess liquid out.
“I thought this might help with your fever.” He explained, using the cloth to wipe away the sheen of sweat covering Senga’s forehead.

Senga’s eyes didn’t leave Nikaido the whole time. He memorized the gentle look on Nikaido’s face as he cared for him, the worried look in Nikaido’s eyes when he coughed or began to shiver more, the way Nikaido carefully brushed the hair from his eyes when it got in the way. Senga was busy studying Nikaido when something occurred to him.
“It’s Friday, we should be at work.”
“There’s no way I’d let you go to work like this. And there’s no way I’d leave you here alone when you’re like this.” Nikaido said, his dark eyes staring into Senga’s, silently telling the younger man to be quiet and stop worrying. Senga let himself stare back, gazing into the deep pools of Nikaido’s eyes.
“You already called in then?” He asked, not really needing an answer.
“Of course.” Nikaido replied, picking up the glass of water and bringing it to Senga’s lips. “Drink this.” He mumbled, helping Senga to tilt his head up to drink.

Senga sipped the clear liquid obediently and swallowed, then let his head drop back down to the pillow.
“I’m tired.” He whispered, feeling his eyelids beginning to feel heavier.
“Sleep then.” Came Nikaido’s simple reply as he put the glass back on the table, the bowl soon joining it. Carefully he removed the extra pillow from underneath Senga and lowered the younger man so that he was no longer in a sitting position.
“Don’t go.” Senga mumbled, gazing up at Nikaido sleepily.
“Does it look like I’m going anywhere?” Nikaido asked, with a small smile.
“No.” Senga admitted, letting his eyes close, and searching for Nikaido’s hand with his own. “To make sure you don’t leave.” He explained in a whispered voice, gripping the hand tightly and letting himself drift into sleep.

A small smile crept onto Nikaido’s face as Senga’s grip on his hand remained tight even while he slept. Using his free hand, Nikaido brushed Senga’s hair back away from his face, then stroked it gently, liking the feel of the silky strands underneath his fingers.

They stayed like that for what must have been an hour or more. Nikaido taking in the younger man’s beauty with a caring expression on his face, his fingers still smoothing Senga’s hair, and their hands joined. Eventually Nikaido moved his hand away from the chestnut coloured strands, instead trailing a finger down the smooth skin of Senga’s cheek, marvelling at the softness of it under his fingertips. As Senga stirred in his sleep Nikaido quickly drew his hand away, then attempted to stand and move away from the sleeping man, across to the other side of the room. Senga’s unrelenting grip on his hand prevented this, and as he tried to pull away the grip tightened, and Nikaido felt a gentle tug on his arm, asking him to sit back down.
“You said you wouldn’t leave.” Senga whispered, still not opening his eyes.
“I wasn’t leaving.” Was the equally quiet response from Nikaido.
“What were you doing then?”
“I… I’m tired.” Nikaido said, avoiding the question, not wanting to let the other boy know that he was afraid of kissing him while he slept, and how he didn’t think it would be received very well.
“The bed’s big enough for both of us.” Senga whispered calmly, slowly opening his eyes and squinting as they adjusted to the light. “I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.”
Nikaido nodded slowly, knowing that saying no would be a little suspicious. “I… I have to change first.” He said, feeling his throat becoming a little dry as he let go of Senga’s hand and walked to his drawers for a pair of pajamas. Finding some, he pulled them out and pushed the drawer shut. “I won’t be long.” He whispered as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Nikaido changed quickly, suppressing a yawn as he walked back into the bedroom. He shuffled over to the bed and slowly lifted the covers, slipping into the bed and staying as far away from the younger man as possible, in case he ended up too close to Senga in his sleep.
“Nikaido? …I’m cold…” Nikaido winced slightly, knowing that staying away from Senga was going to be impossible. He could feel the other man shivering and he felt concern take over. He turned around and looked at the younger man, to see that the other was pale and shivering a lot.
“Do you want me to… go and get you another blanket?” Nikaido asked. The selfish side of him wanted Senga to say no, but the rational side was hoping that he said yes, knowing that it was highly unlikely that Nika would keep his self control if Senga was resting in his arms.
“N…No… You don’t have t… to go… just…” Senga trailed off, turning around to face Nikaido, then shuffling closer, pressing his body against the other man’s and burying his face in the crook of his neck. “…Is… Is this o… okay?” He asked quietly, the shivering beginning to disappear thanks to Nikaido’s body heat.

Nikaido blushed as he felt the younger man’s body against his, but still wrapped his arms around Senga’s form, bringing him in closer and praying that he’d be able to restrain himself and not molest Senga in his sleep, or do anything of that sort. “H… Hai… It’s okay.” Nikaido answered, letting his eyes close as sleep began to take over. A small smile appeared on Senga’s face as he snuggled closer, and he let himself drift back off to sleep in Nikaido’s arms.

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Nikaido and Senga had continued to work together over the months, with Nikaido making sure to distance himself, and Senga trying his hardest to talk to Nikaido, but losing his nerve at the last moment. Both were afraid of rejection, one saw it as something definite, the other saw it as a chance. This fear kept them away from each other, even when their hearts were telling them to try. Every day was the same. Nikaido would sit at his desk and throw himself into his work, occasionally stealing a glance at Senga when the other man wasn’t looking. Senga would sit at the desk across from Nikaido, trying to find something to talk to the older man about, and socialising with their workmates, he would spend most of the day glancing at Nikaido. Their behaviour made the attraction between them painfully obvious to everybody else, but Senga and Nikaido were still too afraid of rejection, even though anyone else could see that rejection wouldn’t be an issue if one of them ever worked up the courage to ask.

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Moonlight shone down on the two figures, lying together in Nikaido’s bed, as evening arrived. Somehow their bodies had become more entangled as they slept, their legs entwined and chests pressed closely together, arms wrapped around the other’s sleeping form, keeping the closeness of their bodies throughout their slumber.

Nikaido was the first to awaken, slowly opening his eyes to see Senga’s peaceful sleeping face in front of him, the younger man’s features highlighted by the soft moonlight. To Nikaido the sight was breathtaking, and he found himself unable to look away, instead studying the other man’s features carefully, memorizing them, imprinting the image in his mind.

He found his eyes being drawn to Senga’s lips, the temptation of the soft pink skin becoming almost too much to resist. Nikaido soon felt his head slowly moving towards the younger man’s, as he lost the internal battle to only observe.

His eyes closed as his lips made contact with the younger man’s, gently brushing against them, almost too gently to feel. Gaining a little more confidence he repeated the action, letting his lips press against Senga’s a little harder, letting them stay there a little longer. He could feel sparks shooting through his body at the contact, and he wanted more, but he knew that he couldn’t go any further; he knew that he’d already gone too far, especially with Senga still asleep. Regretfully he pulled away and started to detach himself from the younger man, shivering slightly at the loss of warmth. He climbed out of the bed, careful not to wake the other man, then shuffled towards the door and opened it, taking one last look at Senga’s sleeping form before he walked out and headed into the kitchen.

Link to part 2~

[Fic] RyoDa, PG-13? AU; New beginnings

2007-04-11T19:52:05Z

Title: New Beginnings
Pairing: RyoDa
Rating: PG-15? ...I don't know... I fail at ratings.... the worst there is, is some kissing....
Genre: AU, Fluff? Romance? ....Again, I don't know..... judge for yourself...
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! ...how's that for a disclaimer? ...straight to the point...
Summary: Ryo and Ueda are in the same class at high school, Ryo bullies Ueda.... read the fic for the rest.
Notes: this is for Ria's (inocchisho's) birthday present... I meant to post it before, but for some reason I thought I'd already posted it, until just now when I realised that I hadn't.... Gomen ^^;;;;

Oh, sorry for the suckish ending.... and the general suckishness..... And the suckish title... At least I tried... Although I probably failed ^^;;;;;;

New Beginnings

Ueda Tatsuya was seventeen. He was intelligent and good looking, but he was still the most unpopular boy in the school. There was only one reason for this. A reason that goes by the name of Nishikido Ryo.

Nishikido Ryo was also seventeen, and was in the same class as Ueda. Ryo was good looking and confident, with a poison tongue that could make sure he always got his way. He was the most popular boy in school, and Ueda had been a threat to that. So he had used his poison tongue on Ueda, driving the boy into fear, and leaving him with no competition.

Ueda Tatsuya was shy and quiet, beaten down from his previous cheerful self by years of bullying from the worst person possible. The person he had fallen for.

Nishikido Ryo was the exact opposite of Ueda. He was loud and outgoing, and he didn’t care what he said or did. Ryo didn’t hate Ueda. He no longer saw him as a threat, but the bullying continued.

Ryo had fallen in love. He had fallen in love with Ueda. The bullying was the only thing that kept him linked with the boy, so he never stopped it, not wanting to lose the connection with him. He never realised that this was probably the only thing driving them further and further apart.

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Ueda walked quickly through the school gates, hunched over a little in an attempt to not be seen, should Ryo or his gang be nearby. Somehow he managed to get inside without being found by them, and quickly took his seat in the classroom, then proceeded to gaze out of the window at the incoming students, becoming lost in a daydream where he didn’t have to hide.

“Oi, pretty boy.”

Was what snapped Ueda out of his daze. He turned to face the owner of the voice, and was greeted by a cruel smirk.

“Are you avoiding me? You seemed to get in here in a hurry… Maybe it’s because I’ve done something to upset you? What could it be?” Ryo asked with another smirk, crueller than the last, his gang sniggering around him.

“I… I was just cold outside…. That’s all…” He replied, not daring to look his tormentor in the eye.

“Look me in the eye when I’m speaking to you. Don’t you know it’s rude to look away?” Ueda could hear more sniggers coming from the group, and his face flushed red.

“I… I’m sorry… I just…”

“You just what?”

“I…” At that point he was cut off by the teacher entering the room and asking for everyone to take their seats. Ryo gave him a glare and sat down on the other side of the room, with the rest of his gang. Throughout the lesson Ueda found it hard to concentrate, continuously feeling numerous pairs of eyes glaring at him. He focused as hard as he could on quadratic equations, and when the bell rang, signifying the end of the lesson, he ran out of the classroom as fast as he could. He made his way up to the roof and sat down there, gasping for breath. The roof was the one place that he could go without being found, Ryo hadn’t discovered this hiding place yet, and Ueda wanted things to stay that way. He quickly looked around to see if he had been followed, and was glad to see that he hadn’t. He remained there for the rest of the break time, lost in thought until the bell snapped him back into reality. He opened the door a little, and put one eye to the crack, seeing no one he opened the door the rest of the way and rushed through it, making his way back to the classroom.

When he arrived Ryo was already there. Ueda quickly went past him, to his seat, Ryo’s eyes following him all the time, with a slightly evil looking smirk on his lips. Another hour of lessons passed, and afterwards Ueda scurried off, once again heading towards the roof, trying not to be seen.

Everyday went by like this. It had done for years, and it did for months more after this. Until one day, everything changed, within only a short space of time.

It was a summer’s day, and the sun was shining down brightly, and strongly. A heat wave had hit Tokyo, and everyone was finding it hard to concentrate, including the teachers. For Ueda and Ryo that morning went the same as it had for so long, with Ueda arriving as discreetly as he could, and Ryo bullying him in some way when he arrived. The first break went the same as usual as well. Ueda’s hiding place still hadn’t been discovered, and he found comfort in sitting up there, feeling far away from everything. Lunchtime was when things started to change.

Ryo had left class a little before the bell to take something to another teacher. The bell went as he came back towards his classroom, and he saw Ueda running out. With a smirk he decided to follow, and he soon discovered where Ueda went to hide. He went back to the classroom to tell his friends that he wouldn’t be joining them that lunch time, as he had some important things to do, then picked up his things and strolled back up to the roof.

Ueda sat on the stone floor, leaning against a brick wall, the sun shining down on him, making his black hair glisten in the light. He picked at his bento carefully, eating the food slowly, and savouring every mouthful. Ryo slowly opened the door careful not to make a sound. The view that he saw before him left him breathless.

Ryo had never seen Ueda looking so peaceful, the relaxed look on Ueda’s face was beautiful, and the contrast between pale skin and raven black hair added to the beauty, leaving Ryo unable to move. For a few moments he just stood there and stared, until he began to come back to his senses. He considered turning around and leaving, just as he had come, without a sound, but being Ryo, he decided against it.

“So this is where you always come.” He said in a loud obnoxious voice, waiting for Ueda’s response. Immediately the shy boy’s expression hardened, as though he was steeling himself to block out the hurtful words that he knew were about to come his way. For a moment Ryo felt a feeling almost like regret. Regret that he couldn’t let Ueda have one place in the world where he felt safe. Regret that he always hurt Ueda. Regret that he couldn’t just properly own up to his feelings. But of course he hid this well, as always.

“It’s a bit boring isn’t it? What can you do up here?” He continued, the same obnoxious tone to his voice. Ueda still didn’t reply, just looked at Ryo somewhat fearfully, despite his attempts to stay looking unaffected. Slowly, Ryo approached Ueda, and the shy boy shuffled away a little, unconsciously. Ryo took no notice of this automatic gesture and sat down next to Ueda. The expression on Ueda’s face could now only be described as one of confusion and amazement, as Ryo picked up his chopsticks, which he had set down the moment he saw the popular boy, and began to eat some of his bento.

“Not bad fish lips… You make it yourself?” Ueda could only nod dumbly, still amazingly confused. Had Ryo just complimented him and insulted him in the same sentence? The two boys fell into silence after this, both gazing at the view, various thoughts running through their minds.

“…….I… I am sorry you know…. About everything I’ve caused you….” Came the unexpected, quiet comment from Ryo. Ueda wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it, Ryo apologizing seemed impossible, and at the volume it was said, Ueda really couldn’t be sure that the other boy had really said it, until he continued.

“I never really meant to let it get that far…. I just wanted you to know that I was the most popular and I didn’t want anyone threatening that….. It just never stopped.” Ueda just looked at Ryo, awestruck. “I think it was because I didn’t want to lose that connection with you… it was the only way I’d ever get to interact with you, and I didn’t want to not be a part of your life….. I guess I went about it the wrong way.” He continued quietly, not leaving Ueda room to get a word in. “…I…. I think I like you….” With that all sound, except for the birds singing in the trees, disappeared, a silence once again falling over the two boys for another minute or so.

“Nishikido….I…. I think I… like you too...” Ueda whispered, just loud enough for Ryo to hear.

Now it was Ryo’s turn to be surprised. “But I was so horrible to you… How can you...” He trailed off, leaving the question unfinished.

“I… I don’t know… I just do… Isn’t that enough?” Ueda whispered, looking down at the floor.

At that point Ryo brought his finger underneath Ueda’s chin and raised his head, turning it so that Ueda was looking at him. He looked into Ueda’s eyes, then leaned in, meeting Ueda’s lips with his own briefly, in a chaste kiss. Ueda was stunned once again, unable to move, fearing that it was all a dream and that one move would wake him up, bringing the fantasy to an end.

Ryo repeated the move again, this time letting his lips linger a little longer on Ueda’s, enjoying the feel of the kiss that he had only dreamed about for so long. This time Ueda responded hesitantly, making sure that it was real. When nothing changed he became more sure of himself, applying more pressure to Ryo’s lips. Ryo slowly brought one hand up to tangle in Ueda’s hair, and he wound his other arm around Ueda’s waist, pulling the shyer boy closer. Time seemed to slow down to almost a halt in those moments that they were kissing, Ryo’s tongue slowly tracing Ueda’s lips, then pushing against them gently, asking for entrance. Ueda opened his mouth hesitantly, allowing Ryo to slide his tongue in. After this kiss became more passionate and desperate, their tongues meeting in a heated battle, neither boy wanting the moment to end.

Eventually the sound of the school bell rang, signalling the start of the next lesson, and the end of the kiss. Unwillingly the two boys broke apart, their breathing slightly heavier than usual. Ueda was the first to speak after a few moments.

“What now? ...Does anything change?” He asked, quietly. Ryo looked at him with an expression Ueda had never seen on the other boy’s face, an expression of tenderness, and gentleness.

“Everything changes.” He answered with a smile. “You can hang around with me and my friends if you want to. I’ll explain to them that we’ve sorted things out… And you won’t be bullied any more… I’ll protect you…” He continued, standing up and brushing the dust off his pants, then holding out a hand to help Ueda up too. Ueda took the hand and stood, looking at Ryo with a smile.

“It’s like a new beginning.” He whispered to himself, not letting go of Ryo’s hand. Ryo, started walking towards the door, tugging Ueda behind him.

Ueda could barely keep the smile off his face as he followed the other boy, his troubles finally gone.

35 word valentines drabbles

2007-02-14T23:23:20Z

I wrote valentines drabbles! This is only some of them, the rest will be up tomorrow, and I'll put them up elswhere as well then. comments and constructive criticism are appreciated!

35 word valentines day drabbles

Author: Me
Pairings: quite a few
Rating: Nothing above PG if even that
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people in these drabbles, you got that? Good.
AN: none of the drabbles have titles, but above them they have the name of the pairing. This is because I fail at thinking of a name normally, so thinking of a name for each drabble would kill my brain.

Kusapi

Yamapi sat in News’ dressing room, Valentines gift in hand, waiting for Kusano. He looked at the clock. 10 minutes past already, would Kusano ever learn to be on time? *CRASH* Okay, he had arrived.

Ohyass

“What did you get me?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“But Tacchon I want to know…”

“Well tough, I’m not telling.”

“…Is it a pigeon?”

“A pigeon? No.”

“…Good… I never liked Pigeons.”

Ryoda

“So uh… you want to go out tonight?”

“What, like on a valentines date?”

“Yeah… something like that.”

“Okay then.”

“We can go to that new restaurant.”

“Alright.”

“I’ll pick you up at 8”

“Sure.”

Koyato

“Shige?”

“What?”

“Have you ever thought about marriage?”

“Not really…”

“Oh… okay.”

“Were you trying to ask me something Kei?”

“Not really… but what would you say?”

“…………Yes…”

“I guess I might ask after all…”

Akame

“Jin where are you?”

“Here.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“Look out your window.”

“Why are you out there? And why are you dressed as Santa?”

“They’d run out of cupid costumes.”

“Why do I even ask?”

SuShi

Tegoshi watched as Massu approached him. A small furry animal was following him, and Massu didn’t seem to have noticed it at all.

“Massu, why do you have a small dog?”

“Um… Happy Valentines Day!”

Koyato #2

"What're you eating?"
"Chocolate ice cream."
Kei moved behind Shige and stole the spoon, taking a mouthful for himself.
"Tastes good."
Shige turned around and captured Kei's lips in a hungry kiss.
"You taste better."

Ohyass #2

"Tacchon, I think I want a kitten."
"Okay."
"It's valentines day today."
"So you mean you want me to get you a kitten."
"You know, I got you a drum kit."
"A kitten it is."

Senkaido

"Senga you have chocolate on your face."
"Really? Where?"
"There and... Have you been eating the cake mix again?"
"Why'd you think that?"
"It's on your lips."
"Oh... Why don't you clean it off then?"