Monday, October 10, 2005

~Chapter Two~ “Reasons Why Not to Play Spin the Bottle”
“You have to come out eventually,” Hisoka said to the closed door.

“Not until everyone is out of this house,” Tatsumi’s muffled reply came back. Hisoka sighed and rolled his eyes. This was going to prove difficult.

Back in the living room, Watari was fixing Muraki’s nose. Hisoka re-entered with a sigh, causing Tsuzuki to perk up.

“Is Tatsumi coming out?” Tsuzuki asked, concerned. Hisoka shook his head with distaste.

“He says he’s not coming out until we’ve all left.”

“Coward,” Muraki sniffed.

“I can’t believe he admitted it,” Watari sang as he finished plastering Muraki’s nose, “I mean, he actually said it out loud!”

“Admitted what?” Tsuzuki asked.

“At least this experiment worked,” Hisoka said dryly.

“What did Tatsumi admit?” Tsuzuki tried again.

“My experiments always work,” Watari said defensively, “just not always how I expect them to!”

“Ne, ne, what did Tatsumi admit to?” Tsuzuki asked again, a little louder.

“What’s he so afraid of, though?” Muraki wondered.

“Hey! Is anyone listening? I want to know what Tatsumi said!” Tsuzuki complained.

“Oh, Sei-chan has a major guilt complex,” Watari replied, “not to mention incredibly low self-esteem for someone like him. He thinks he’s not good enough.”

“Am I invisible?” Tsuzuki waved his hand in front of his face to check.

“I suppose he would consider confessing to be a bit childish anyway,” Hisoka mused, “I can’t really see him putting love letters in lockers or meeting under big trees.”

“Love letters? What?” Now Tsuzuki was just confused.

“It doesn’t need to be that cliché,” Muraki rolled his eyes, “he could be open about it without being soppy.”

“Open about what?!” Tsuzuki screamed. Finally, the other three boys seemed to notice him.

“Oh, Asato-kun!” Watari blinked. “Um, nothing. It was just something weird Tatsumi-kun said while you were out of the room.”

“What did he say?” Tsuzuki asked again, glad to finally have someone listening.

“He said—“ Muraki’s voice was cut off as Hisoka’s book hit him in the face. He yelped in pain. “My nose! Yutaka-kun only just fixed that, you irritating boy!”

“Get over it,” Hisoka snorted. “Anyway, Asato-kun, it doesn’t matter what Tatsumi-kun said. It was just a little out of character, that’s all. It wasn’t…um…concerning you or anything.”

“Liar,” Muraki growled, then ducked as another book went sailing through the space his head used to be. Tsuzuki still looked suspicious, but curiosity quickly faded into boredom.

“What can we do now?” He wondered out loud. Muraki found this to be a perfect opportunity.

“We could…play a game,” he said. It was supposed to sound sneaky and clever, but as his nose was broken it came out somewhat nasally and irritating. Hisoka snickered from behind his book.

“A game?” Tsuzuki seemed genuinely interested. “I like games. What kind of game were you thinking?

“Spin the bottle,” Muraki replied. Massive, collective sweatdrop in response.

“Um…don’t we need girls for that?” Watari asked, scratching his head.

“What makes you think that?” Muraki responded.

“Why do we need girls? How do you play?” Tsuzuki asked, blissfully ignorant. Muraki opened his mouth to enlighten him, but Hisoka beat him to it.

“Everyone sits in a circle and someone spins a bottle,” he explained. “When the bottle stops, whoever spun it has to kiss the person it’s pointing to. It’s a stupid game,” he added, scowling. Tsuzuki didn’t seem to think so, though.

“Whee! I’ll go find a bottle! I’m sure Tatsumi won’t mind if we borrow one.” Puppy ears popped out as he bounced off to find an empty bottle. Muraki smirked, and Hisoka threw another book at him.

“Should we ask Sei-chan if he wants to join in?” Watari asked no one in particular. Hisoka shrugged.

“You can try if you want,” he said, “but I doubt he’s going to come out of his room anytime soon.”

“Sei-chan!” Watari yelled, obviously feeling too lazy to get up and walk to the door, “Asato-kun has gone to borrow a bottle, we’re going to play Spin the Bottle. Do you want to join in?”

“Don’t call me Sei-chan!” Tatsumi’s reply came back. Then silence.

“I guess that means no,” Watari mumbled. Tsuzuki bounced back into the middle of the living room brandishing a bottle.

“Okay!” He squealed, “Let’s get started! Everyone plays…even you, Hisoka!”

“What? I don’t think so,” Hisoka deadpanned, going back to his book.

“You have to, Hisoka!” Tsuzuki whined, “It won’t be any fun with only three of us playing! You have to join in. Please?” Tsuzuki’s eyes started sparkling like stars during a blackout. Hisoka mumbled something unflattering, then put his book down and sat on the floor with the other three boys.

“Who goes first?” Tsuzuki asked, blinking.

“We spin to see,” Muraki answered nasally, and reached out to spin the bottle. It twirled around for a few seconds before slowing. Four pairs of eyes watched the neck eagerly to see who would be the one to demonstrate the rest of the game. Slower it turned…slower…slower…finally, it came to rest.

On Hisoka.

Oh nutbunnies, the youngest boy sweatdropped.

“Okay! Hisoka, you go first!” Tsuzuki beamed. Hisoka briefly cursed his stupidity in agreeing to play this game. Then he cursed it a bit more and a bit more, until the cursing wasn’t so brief. Subsequently he realized there was no way out of this, so he might as well get it over with. With a sigh, he reached forward to spin the bottle and resigned himself to his fate.

Around and around the bottle went.

Please don’t let it land on Muraki, Hisoka prayed silently. The Powers That Be seemed to have been on his side today, because as the bottle slowed it passed Muraki…instead choosing Watari as its target.

Hisoka’s first reaction was a sigh of relief. That is, until he looked at the other faces in the room who were staring at him with expectation and he suddenly remembered what is was he was supposed to do to whoever the bottled picked. A blush crept up his neck.

“Do I have to?” He whined. Tsuzuki nodded adamantly.

“Of course you do,” he replied, “it’s the rule.”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” Watari pouted. Muraki was snickering openly. Hisoka wished he had another book handy.

“Come on, Bon! Smooch, smooch!” Watari crawled over to the other boy, leering. That leer was all it took for Hisoka to decide this game wasn’t funny anymore, in fact, it was downright scary, and he wanted out.

Unfortunately, Watari had other ideas, pouncing on top of him.

“What the hell!? Get off me, you pervert!” Hisoka tried to push the over-enthusiastic blonde off him. Watari giggled like a maniac before planting a smooch on the younger boy’s lips. Hisoka’s face went white. Then it went red, then green.

“Quite a colourful display,” Muraki noted. Tsuzuki nodded in agreement. Watari got off Hisoka and grinned insanely.

“PERVERT!” Hisoka screamed, and tumbled backwards, trying to scuttle away from the longhaired blonde.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Watari replied innocently, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. “I didn’t grope you or anything. Didn’t even use my tongue.” Hisoka went red again and sweatdropped.

“It’s your turn, Asato-kun,” Muraki pointed out, trying very hard not to think about Watari in…those kinds of situations. Tsuzuki nodded and spun the bottle. It whirled around for a bit before settling on Watari.

“I’m getting lucky today,” Watari noted with a grin. Muraki smirked.

“Don’t phrase things like that!” Hisoka growled.

Tsuzuki bounced over the bottle to land in front of Watari. There was a moment of awkwardness as both of them realized that the other wasn’t going to struggle and try to get away like Hisoka did.

“Well? Go on, already,” Muraki grumbled. His turn was next and he was getting impatient.

Tsuzuki and Watari stared at each other for a bit longer. They were good friends, and this felt just a tad strange…especially since neither of them was trying to escape.

“Are you feeling as weirded out as I am?” Tsuzuki asked.

“Yup,” Watari sweatdropped, “shall we just get it over with?” Tsuzuki nodded and blushed a bit. They kissed – or perhaps pecked is a better word – very quickly, then Tsuzuki bounced back to his place between Hisoka and Muraki.

“Finally,” Muraki grumbled, reaching forward to give the bottle a spin. Watari was trying really hard not to think about what just happened, because it was freaking him out. Judging by the expression on Tsuzuki’s face, it was just as creepy for him.

Around and around the bottle went, finally coming to rest on Tsuzuki. Muraki grinned openly. Lady Luck was obviously feeling charitable towards him today.

“Come here, puppy,” Muraki purred. Tsuzuki’s puppy ears twitched, and a little whimper escaped his mouth.

“You have to. It’s the rule,” Muraki said, throwing Tsuzuki’s earlier words back at him. Tsuzuki whimpered again, then reluctantly crawled over to Muraki.

“Good puppy,” Muraki cooed. Veins were popping out of Hisoka’s forehead, and he looked for another book to throw before Watari stopped him.

“It is part of the game, Bon,” he whispered, “besides, I have a plan to get Sei-chan out of his room.” Hisoka didn’t look convinced, but Watari snatched his book away from him. Hisoka pouted.

“Ano…Muraki…you don’t have to hold me like that…” Tsuzuki whimpered as Muraki locked his hands in the small of Tsuzuki’s back, “I’m not going to try and get away, I promise. Well, not unless you do something weird anyway…”

“Weird, Asato-kun?” Muraki feigned innocence. “I’m not going to do anything…weird. Just do my part in the game, right?” Tsuzuki didn’t get a chance to answer. The kiss wasn’t so bad, but when Muraki’s hands started wandering…

“Mmph!” Tsuzuki squeaked. He was trying to ask for help, but Watari was just sitting there looking on expectantly. Hisoka would have assisted, but Watari was kind of holding his arm in a very awkward position.

Zip.

A moment of silence as it took three of the boys in the room to figure out just what had made the zip sound. Tsuzuki realized it first, and immediately tried to wriggle away from Muraki. Seeing Tsuzuki’s wriggling, Watari and Hisoka both came to the same conclusion: Muraki was a pervert trying to get into Tsuzuki’s pants. Literally.

“If you have a plan, now would probably be a good time to implement it,” Hisoka said to Watari, his eyes wide. Watari nodded dumbly, then took a deep breath.

“Sei-chan! Kazutaka-kun is molesting Asato-kun!”

The result was everything Watari’s twisted little mind could have hoped for. Tatsumi appeared out of nowhere and landed one heck of a big mallet on Muraki’s head. Muraki twitched a couple of times and Tsuzuki did his fly back up in record speed.

“What…the hell…do you suppose…you’re doing!?” Tatsumi growled, now fully in Scary Mode™.

“Would you believe playing a game?” Muraki winced from under the mallet.

“That’s true, Tatsumi,” Tsuzuki sniffled offside, “we were just playing a game and it got a little…weird…”

“Game? Game!? What kind of game includes groping?”

“Are you jealous?” Muraki sniggered. A vein popped out of Tatsumi’s head and he slammed the mallet into Muraki’s skull again. “I didn’t ask for your input,” he growled at the white-haired boy.

“I think you are,” Muraki singsonged, which was quite a feat considering the massive headache pounding through his brain. Tatsumi lifted the mallet again, but had a better idea and flicked Muraki’s nose instead. Muraki swore loudly and clutched his face.

“No more games,” Tatsumi said firmly, adjusting his glasses. Everyone was more than happy to agree with him.

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Sunday, October 9, 2005

Yami No Matsuei Sleep-over
Okay starting from now I'm gonna do a fan-fic for Yami No Matsuei..
Please be warned that I age it 13+
some of the other chapters may be a bit over rated so please don't blame me...

~Chapter One~ “Reasons Why Not to Host a Slumber Party”

A slumber party.

Tatsumi couldn’t believe he was hosting a slumber party. It had all been Tsuzuki’s idea, of course, and unfortunately Tatsumi was far from immune to the purple-eyed boy’s charms. A sniffled “Tatsumiiii~” and some sparkly tears were all it took before Tatsumi found himself agreeing to have Tsuzuki, Watari and Hisoka stay at his place for a night.

I am a stupid fool, he thought to himself as someone knocked on his door. As he opened it, he was surprised to see not three, but four other boys outside.

“Muraki-kun!” The air fairly crackled with lightning as Tatsumi glared at the other boy. Tsuzuki sprouted puppy ears.

“I’m sorry Tatsumi,” Tsuzuki whimpered, “He asked really nicely if he could come along and I said yes because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings and I thought you wouldn’t mind because you’re the nicest person in the whole world and you’re always so friendly even if a little bit too concerned and he did ask really nicely!”

Deep breath. The other four boys just stood staring at Tsuzuki, silently envying his supreme talking skills. Tatsumi paused for a few seconds longer before sighing and giving up. He couldn’t resist the puppy ears, and after all, what was the worst Muraki could do?

“All right, but if you do anything weird, I’ll hurt you,” he said to Muraki as he stood to the side. Tsuzuki bounced in happily, closely following by an also-bouncing Watari. Hisoka grunted and wandered in with his hands in his pockets. Muraki smiled and glided after the other boys. Tatsumi considered wiping the smug look off Muraki’s face, but decided such violence would only upset Tsuzuki and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Yay!” Tsuzuki squealed as he plopped himself in the middle of Tatsumi’s living room. Watari pounced on top of Tsuzuki, resulting in a pile of tangled arms and legs and a lot of giggling.

Hisoka rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, pulling a book out his bag. He didn’t care for stupid games. He was only here because Tsuzuki had pulled the big sparkly eyes and puppy ears on him. There should be a law against using weapons like that, he thought as he flipped the book open.

Muraki sat on the floor next to Tsuzuki and waited until Watari had untangled them. Tsuzuki’s grace was apparent as he went careening backwards…straight into Muraki’s arms.

“Are you all right, Asato-kun?” Muraki whispered darkly, brushing hair away from Tsuzuki’s eyes. Tsuzuki blushed and a large vein popped out of Tatsumi’s forehead.

“I’m…fine…thank you,” Tsuzuki said, bolting upright and moving away from Muraki. Tatsumi dropped some books on his desk with a loud thunk, then sat and glared at Muraki who in turn smirked. Tsuzuki examined the books Tatsumi had dropped.

“Tatsumi!” He shrieked, “These are textbooks! You can’t do homework now! This is supposed to be a party!”

There was a stunned silence as everyone turned to look at Tatsumi and his sacrilegious textbooks. An uncharacteristic blush rose up Tatsumi’s neck as he looked at the shocked faces around the room.

“But it’s…due on Monday…” He offered weakly. No response. Only horrified stares. Finally, Watari broke the silence.

“Sei-chan has forgotten how to have fun!” He guffawed, “He’s lost his sense of humour and gone all square-shaped!” He winked and held up a finger. “Not to worry,” he grinned, “I have just the thing to keep his mind off homework.”

There was a collective sweatdrop.

“Don’t…don’t call me Sei-chan,” Tatsumi muttered, dreading what the scientifically inclined boy had in mind.

Watari rustled around in his bag for a few minutes, with the occasional grunt emanating from his mouth. Tsuzuki tried peeking over his shoulder to see if he could help, while Hisoka buried his nose in his book and pretended not to know anyone else in the room. Tatsumi looked for a way out, and fast, while Muraki spent his time checking out Tsuzuki’s backside. Finally, Watari surfaced.

“I built it out of some junk in my garage. Isn’t it great!?” He enthused, waving the homemade science kit around happily. Tsuzuki made some appropriate awed noises, while Tatsumi edged towards his bedroom. There was a lock on his bedroom door, he thought wildly, but would it be strong enough to keep an enthusiastic Watari out?

“Are you sure that’s safe?” Hisoka asked without looking up from his book. He’d heard what Watari had done to the school science lab, and he was pretty sure Tatsumi didn’t want the same thing happening to his living room. Muraki seemed to find the whole idea funny, though, if the smile plastered on his face was anything to go by.

“Of course it’s safe,” Watari dismissed with a wave, “I’ve carefully tested every item and material myself. In fact, I have a new experiment I want to try out. Any volunteers?” His question was met with a meaningful silence. Pouting, Watari turned to Tatsumi.

“Since you were naughty and tried to do homework while we’re trying to have fun, I think you should be my guinea pig,” He grinned. Tatsumi’s eyes widened and he gave serious consideration to making a dive for his bedroom, but it was too late. Watari had already latched onto his arm and was dragging him into the middle of the room.

“Tatsumi is brave,” Tsuzuki said, sprouting puppy ears and grinning widely. Watari beamed and took a little vial of clear liquid out of his kit. He presented it to Tatsumi.

“What is this supposed to do?” Tatsumi asked, suspiciously. Watari shrugged.

“It’s an extrovert potion,” he said. “It will make you do all the stuff you secretly want to do but consider inappropriate.” Tatsumi looked horrified, but everyone else in the room seemed to think that this was a good idea. Even Hisoka put his book down in anticipation of the spectacle to come.

“Be careful it doesn’t blow you up, Tatsumi-kun,” Muraki grinned. Watari shot Muraki a hurt look, and Tatsumi’s face drained of colour as he stared at the vial Watari was waving in front of him.

“…Blow me up?” He asked hoarsely.

“It won’t blow you up,” Watari pouted, “I’d need to actually use explosive chemicals for that to happen, and there aren’t any, I promise!”

Tatsumi didn’t look convinced, but Tsuzuki was in full puppy-mode and watching with bright eyes, obviously looking forward to whatever might happen. Tatsumi didn’t want to disappoint him, but…Watari’s reputation…

“I double dare you,” Watari chirped. Tatsumi blinked, then reached for the vial. He couldn’t resist a double dare. Everyone watched in anticipation as he removed the cork and downed the contents.

“How do you feel?” Watari asked, peering at the other boy.

“I feel…” Tatsumi paused for a minute to sort through what he was feeling. “I feel…strangely aroused…” he said finally. There was another deep, stunned silence as everyone took in this information.

“Wait…” Hisoka said slowly, “You mean aroused as in…sexually?”

“Yes…” Tatsumi paused and pushed his glasses up his nose. “How long is this going to last?” He asked, looking to Watari.

“Oh, not long. Maybe a couple of hours or so,” The blonde replied. “What I’m more worried about is that you only just ingested it and it’s already affecting you. It’s not supposed to do anything for at least five minutes.”

“So he’s…going to get worse?” Tsuzuki asked, fluttering his eyes at Watari. His answer came quickly as he noticed Tatsumi looking at him with a thin smile.

“Tat…Tatsumi?” He backed away a little bit. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” Tatsumi replied, “Say, Tsuzuki-kun, do you want a tour of my bedroom? I have some…chocolate…in there if you want it…”

Collective facefault. Even Muraki seemed shocked.

“Watari!” Tsuzuki launched himself at Watari and tried to strangle him. “Look what you’ve done! You’ve turned Tatsumi into a horndog!”

“I didn’t know it was going to do this!” Watari yelped and tried to pry Tsuzuki’s hands away from his neck, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Asato-kun! Don’t hurt me! It wasn’t me anyway! It’s just what Tatsumi really thinks and feels! It’s not my fault!”

“Hey…I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Tatsumi sweatdropped, “Well, mostly…”

“Well, it will wear off after a couple of hours anyway, right?” Hisoka asked, turning back to his book, “Hurting Yutaka-kun isn’t going to solve anything, Asato-kun.” He was a little disappointed. No explosions, no green skin, no antennae.

“That’s…quite a potion you’ve made,” Muraki said quietly, stroking his chin. “Maybe you should give some to Asato-kun.”

Tsuzuki was about to voice his opinion on that idea when a fist flew out of nowhere and landed squarely on Muraki’s nose. Said nose spouted red liquid and its owner fell back in shock. Everyone stared at the fist, then followed the arm up to realize that the offending weapon belonged to Tatsumi.

“You know, Muraki-kun,” He said conversationally, “I really don’t like the way you look at Tsuzuki-kun. I also don’t like the way you act around him. In general, I just don’t like the attention you pay him. In fact, I dislike it so much that every time I see you I just want to ram your head through a hard brick wall.”

The shock was evident on the other boys’ faces. Muraki’s hand was still covering his broken nose even as Tsuzuki leapt up.

“Ahh! Muraki is bleeding all over Tatsumi’s carpet! I’ll go get the first aid kit! You must have one in your bathroom, right, Tatsumi?” He didn’t wait for a reply before bounding off. Muraki blinked a couple of times before smirking at Tatsumi.

“Is there a particular reason you don’t like the attention I pay to Asato-kun?” He asked.

“Of course there is!” Tatsumi retorted, “I don’t want you near Tsuzuki-kun! You are a manipulative psychopath, and even if you weren’t I still wouldn’t want you near him!”

“Why’s that?” Muraki asked, clearly with some goal in mind.

“Because I love him!” Tatsumi exclaimed, and then realized what he’d said. His eyes widened and a hand clapped over his mouth. Watari and Hisoka’s jaws dropped, and Muraki snickered. It was that moment that Tsuzuki came bouncing back in.

“I found it!” He cried happily, “Now we can fix your nose, Muraki!” He waved the first aid kit around enthusiastically. Tatsumi took one look at Tsuzuki and fled to his room, locking the door behind him.

“What did I do?” Tsuzuki asked, puppy ears drooping.
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   I had a nice weekend
Well after the week of hell, I actually had a really nice weekend, after I finished my homework I went to my cousins...she's kind of mad but she makes people laugh, I hadn't seen her in ages so it was good to see her again, And today I have the computer for a while longer than usual, yay!.
How is your weekends going?

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Thursday, October 6, 2005

   Good Day....Not!
Well Today at school sucked, I think I've now turned into an official loser.
Tommorow is Jeans day at school, so I can wear jeans at school if I bring in a pound...But I still have to wear shoes, blazer and a Tie thats so stupid, oh well.
How were your days?

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Monday, October 3, 2005

   Germ Carrier!
Hi Everyone, I'm just posting to say I have a cold no thanks to my Infected sister(Germ Carrier) .
I haven't been at school, which I guess is a good thing, but I've been so bored, how has everbody else been?
I also changed my theme yet again back to gravitation, only because GravitationRaven wouldn't let me hear the end of it.lol.
I like it this way anyway, thanks GravitationRaven, *hugs*.

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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

   HELLO EVERYONE!
Hi Everyone, It feels like years since I last posted and I've missed everyone.

I haven't done anything interesting lately, how have all you guys been?

I'm sorry that I haven't been around checking out your sites, but I'll try and so that now okay?
Well I hope to speak to you all soon.

Yggdrasill xxx
P.S: I hope you like my new Card Captor Sakura Theme, I thought that my Gravitation one neaded a rest.lol.
Which one did you like better?
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Sunday, September 11, 2005

   Thanks!
I wanna say thanks to the people who signed my GB, you say the nicest things...I think I got something in my eye *sniff*.lol. Only joking, your sites are all awesome too. And I would recommend anyone to go and visit them.
Well, ttyl.

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Wednesday, September 7, 2005

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I just realized how hard it is to think of a title, anyway....How is eveyone and how were your holidays?
Mine was boring..at that about sums it up.

P.S: Kagura I got a little upset...I'm sorry your still special to me ^^

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Sunday, August 21, 2005

   .....Dead
Lately, I feel so...dead, people are getting on my nerves for such stupid reasons(I really don't want to say what they are).
Sometimes, I don't understand why I bother sometimes...
You try and make everyone happy but one way or another someone takes it in the wrong way..
I wanna die...but, I won't go through that again...

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Saturday, August 13, 2005

   I'm so Bored....
I'm so bored....I have nothing left to look forward to but posting and replying on the my otaku's.
I guess I'll just use this time to draw...and practice my anime skills.
I thought I'd never say this but I wanna go back to school.... T_T

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