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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 19:40:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hello, all! This is Fae, your mod, and I just wanted to say that I really don&apos;t have the time or energy for this community anymore. Is there anyone who would like to take over modship? Thanks!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 06:39:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[X-men Evolution - Lance/Kitty - PG]</title>
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  <description>Title: The Language of Her Heart&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: X-men Evolution&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Kitty/Lance&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Warning: I do not own the rights to this cartoon, nor am I making any form of profit off this fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvers? Of course I don’t like the guy and I really don’t like him with Kitty, I mean even if you set aside the fact that he’s part of the brotherhood, already one huge strike against him in my book, you can’t get past the fact that he’s a world class hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what she sees in him or why they’re constantly getting together. I have to admit I should have paid attention more in the beginning, but I was busy with my own problems. I mean, Kitty is a cute girl and she’s got a good head on her shoulders, so I trust her to see what’s right, but sometimes she can be really flaky and I question her ability to see him for what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls always pick guys who are so wrong for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people would say he’s not good enough for her and you know they’re probably right. Lance has a lot of things wrong with him, but he tries and he’s never intentionally done her wrong. Yeah, there are a lot of things he’s done that are just fucked up and honestly, ordinarily I’d tell her to not bother with a guy like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just like this: Lance doesn’t seem to have ever tried to be nice to anyone, never mind a girl he liked; he’s going to make some mistakes. And you know it’s nice to have someone that you like, like you back, since it’s obvious that Kitty has a thing for Lance, no matter what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the personal stuff to the kids. I mean, yeah, I’d break the kid in two if he ever hurt the half pint, but I like to keep out of this sort of thing. Kitty has to decide for herself what she wants and what’s right for her. Like any other kind of frail, I don’t think Kitty knows what she wants right now, but she knows the guy’s devoted to her so she’s playing him around some. I don’t think she’s doing it consciously, and I feel sort of bad for the guy, he’s going through the grinder over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, give the Alvers kid some training and a few years of experience and I think he could turn into an alright guy. It’s up to the two of them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toad – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pryde? I’m still trying to get used to the idea of Lance being into a valley girl like her. Hey don’t get me wrong, Pryde is cute, but you know she’s got these issues, like always sending mixed signals. It hurts my head watching Lance get all goggle eyed over her, frankly it makes me want to loose my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lunch hang on a sec, slurp, yeah, good fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seems to me like girls are nothing but trouble. I try to tell him to watch out for her but he always just tries to sink me under a mountain of rubble. Hey, I guess some guys are just destined right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabitha –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the others look at the two of them and think no way, but Lance is pretty cute and he has a sweet Jeep. Yeah, he’s a little rough around the edges, but there’s something hot about a guy who lives on the dangerous side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I think Lance is all that dangerous, it seems like the longer I know him the less teeth he has you know? Like he’s really losing that edge he had. Then again, some guys are just born losers right, but hey I’m not going to throw stones. I look at him and compare our childhoods and I think he ended up with the better deal. At least his old man isn’t trying to use him like mine was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is that Kitty is a pretty lucky girl. Do I think Lance is all that? No, but he’s got potential and he likes her.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jun 2006 17:23:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Band of Brothers: David Webster/Joseph Liebgott</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Curiosity Killed The Sergeant (Well...Almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; Table, aka&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;3d_imax_mind&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://3d-imax-mind.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://3d-imax-mind.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;3d_imax_mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fandom:&lt;/strong&gt; Band of Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; David Webster/Joseph Liebgott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POV:&lt;/strong&gt; Donald Malarkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;R&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings&lt;/strong&gt;: Boy snogging and language (The f-word is bad for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; The miniseries Band of Brothers belongs to HBO, Stephen Spielberg and Tom Hanks. This story is based on the characters as they are in the series, not the men themselves. I do not mean any disrespect toward them. In fact, I mean the total opposite. These men are my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Curiosity Killed The Sergeant (Well...Almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malarkey sprinted up the rickety stairs of the Dutch farmhouse that 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; platoon called home. When he reached the second floor he looked up and down the length of the hallway.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;“Skip! Penk!” he called. “This house is only so big, how the hell can they just disappear?” he asked himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;There was a creak somewhere to his left. He looked back in that direction. All the doors down that way were closed. The rooms should have been empty; most of 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; platoon was outside. There was another creak followed by a soft moan. Malarkey’s curiosity got the better of him. He crept slowly down the hall. When he found the right door, he pressed his ear against the wood. He could hear two people breathing heavily. His hand grasped the cold door handle. He took a deep breath before turning it and pushing the door open a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;It was the strangest sight Malarkey had ever seen. Scrawny, lanky Joe Liebgott had the shorter, slightly stockier David Webster pinned down on the bed. Liebgott seemed to be trying to see how far he could stick his tongue into Webster’s mouth without either of them choking. Webster’s khaki O.D. jacket had been tossed aside, as had Liebgott’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;Webster heard the door open and he looked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;“Fuck!” he hissed, pushing Liebgott off him. As he rolled onto the bed, Liebgott followed Webster’s gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;“Fuck!” he echoed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;Malarkey felt his ears turning red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;“Hey guys…” he said nervously, glancing from Webster to Liebgott, who looked murderous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;“I’ll just go now…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;Malarkey turned and bolted. He did not think he had ever run that fast in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;“Malarkey! Get your ass back here!” Liebgott yelled threateningly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;Malarkey did not stop running until he got to the barn where, it turns out, Muck and Penkala had been sitting the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2006 13:44:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Point of View(completed)</title>
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  <description>&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;christian2680&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://christian2680.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://christian2680.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;christian2680&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Disclaimer: I do not own Passions.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If I did, I’d move the storylines along in a faster pace.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At this point, I’ll die before the Ethan, Theresa and Gwen Triangle ends and so will most of you.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That being said please read and review my one-shot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;What I wouldn’t do see a smile on Ethan’s face again.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve only know Ethan as my son for a few years now and I’ve never seen him so miserable.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could give him what his heart truly desires, but I can’t, nobody can.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No, that isn’t true; he could if he would get the fool-hearted notion of right and wrong out of his head!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone, even his wife Gwen, someone deep down, knows Ethan is madly in love with Theresa. He would move heaven and earth to be with her, but he just won’t do it.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He feels it is his fault for his daughter Sarah dying, he feels he owes Gwen, but he doesn’t see that by staying in a loveless marriage that he’s hurting himself, Gwen and Theresa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve known Theresa since she was a little girl.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She’s always had her head up in the clouds, dreaming, no trusting fate would guide her to love.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not sure how old she was when she fell for Ethan; according to Pilar, it was young, about age 5.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The way she looks at Ethan now, they way he looks at her, it nothing but the purest form of love.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They share a child; they share a bond that should never have been broken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ethan belongs with Theresa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Ivy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I can’t stand Theresa Lopez- Fitzgerald!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t want her anywhere near my son Ethan.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Gwen and Ethan are married and there is not one thing Theresa can do about it! I can’t believe that just a few years ago I was willing to let that little gold-digger marry my son.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank God I found out before it was too late that it was Theresa who leaked the information about Ethan’s paternity to that tabloid!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I gave Theresa sp much, even gave her some of my old dresses.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I mean she would have never been able to afford things like that herself, I mean after all, she was the housekeeper’s daughter. Theresa was like a daughter to me and she repaid me by tearing my son’s life as a Crane apart!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lately though I’ve been wondering if she has been telling the truth the whole time.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Is she right that it was Gwen and Rebecca?&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If she is right, I’ll kill both Gwen and Rebecca.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll regret everything I’ve done to hurt Theresa then, I almost died falling down those stairs to frame Theresa.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What if I did it all for nothing? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I do know that my son loves Theresa; I mean if he didn’t than I wouldn’t have to frame her to keep him away from her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I do know that Theresa loves my son; I mean she went to death row and died for him!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She had no way of knowing Alistair would save her.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve honestly never seen Gwen put her life at risk for Ethan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Gwen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;I can’t see what Ethan sees in Theresa.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I mean she’s the housekeeper’s daughter, she’s poor, and she’s nothing!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m his wife; I would be the mother of his children if Theresa hadn’t interfered on more than one occasion!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Because of Theresa, I lost my Sarah before she was even born!&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Because of her my daughter Ashley, is her daughter Jane and my son Nathan died.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Because of Theresa, I can’t have anymore children, no wait; I don’t have any children now.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Jane is Theresa’s with Ethan, Lil’ Ethan is Theresa and Julian’s, but Ethan and me took him away from Theresa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted her to feel what it was like to lose a child.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, you know what; she doesn’t feel anything, you know why, because she knows Ethan loves her more than he ever loved me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;I keep trying to my Gwennie that she can’t trust Ethan with that hussy Theresa.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Theresa is nothing but a gold-digging little tramp that’s after the Crane fortune.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Truth be known, she probably doesn’t even know for sure who Lil’ Ethan daddy is and Julian’s too stupid to get a DNA test.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will stop at nothing to make sure that little tramp doesn’t get her mitts on my Gwen’s hubby.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will not have that little &lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Chihuahua&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; embarrass my Gwen by stealing Ethan from her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ethan belongs to Gwen and Theresita will just have to go marry some garbage man somewhere.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After all, that is what her kind does, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Fox&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;I never really had a chance with Theresa now that I think about it.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She will never be free of Ethan.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thought for a while there that she would be mine, but looking at her, the way she looks at him.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Theresa could have fallen in love with me, but her heart would never have let him go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The love she has for him is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think the feel each other in ways that no one else ever has.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve never been one to believe in fate, but I’m starting to see Theresa’s point.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every time I think it’s over between them, something always brings them back to each other.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Right now Ethan is married to Gwen, Theresa is married to Alistair, and the love between them has never been more evident.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If they don’t hurry up and get back together, the heat between them is going to burn down Harmony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 21:07:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Completed Claim: Red Dwarf Rimmer/Lister</title>
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  <description>Title: Things to see&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Red Dwarf&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Rimmer/Lister&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Rish&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: m/m slash, suggests sex scenes, but nothing graphic.&lt;br /&gt;Word count: Each section is exactly 100 words. Five drabbles.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve ignored the timeline a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---Cat  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks they’re disgusting, those humans. They’re dirty and they smell and oh, cloister what are they doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they’re doing what he thinks they’re doing, he’s going to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kryten finds the Cat later, taking his thirtieth shower in the past hour, still shaking his ears in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kryten goes to ask Lister what they were doing, he seems confused at the question and tells him that they were only playing twister. When Kryten nods in approval, Lister gives him a sly wink and tells him that Rimmer is more flexible with his hard-light body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Kryten  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kryten doesn’t approve of the relationship at all, and starts sneaking elephant laxatives into Rimmer’s tea. Later, when Lister confronts him about it, Kryten launches into a tirade about the faults of Rimmer and sir, why on earth would you want him over me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second he realizes what he said, he runs off before Lister can respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robots aren’t supposed to have emotions, but by now his programming is aged and weaker. He does his best to get over it, but every now and then he can’t resist the need to sneak itching powder into Rimmer’s clothing drawers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Holly  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly decides that she doesn’t care, after a while. What Lister and Rimmer do in their free time is none of her business. That doesn’t stop her from recording it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Lister found out what she was doing, he demanded that she stop. He quickly changed his mind when she showed him an old video of Rimmer, back from before the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Rimmer found out what she was doing, he demanded that she stop and wasn’t stopped by bribes. She had to pull out the old ‘I can make you do anything, you git.’ routine. It worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---The skutters  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skutters were not surprised at all. In fact, Lister spotted them exchanging money and one of them had a chalkboard with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head in response to that sight and wasn’t surprised at all when he found condoms snuck into his pillowcase. Rimmer asked where they came from, but Lister shut him up easily with a kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, he carefully put out one of his old John Wayne movies that he knew they hadn’t seen with a little note saying they could take it for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from then on, he always had protection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Ace   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace caught them at it, on one of his visits. In fact, he wasn’t surprised at all. He carefully withdrew from the room and left a book on sexual positions to try on their bedside table in the morning. Rimmer fumed about it for a while, but the book did offer some &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; things to try. In fact, Lister tried one when Rimmer took his shower that morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Lister wasn’t sure what the maple syrup was for. When he asked Ace himself, he only raised an eyebrow and smiled suggestively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lister used it that night, to great effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 May 2006 21:56:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Completed Claim: Wesley/Lilah (AtS)</title>
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  <description>Title: &lt;i&gt;Binary: Purgatory’s Love Story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: houses&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Angel the Series&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Wesley/Lilah&lt;br /&gt;Rating: General&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: None&lt;br /&gt;Notes: The following five POV ficlets/drabbles are presented in chronological order, all set during Season 4 of AtS except for Illyria’s drabble.  Her POV is set at the very end of S5 and references Fred. The order is as follows: Cordelia, Angel, Lorne, The Senior Partners, and Illyria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://houses-on-fire.livejournal.com/6289.html&quot;&gt;Binary: Purgatory&apos;s Love Story&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2006 21:57:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Rurouni Kenshin][Kenshin/Kaoru] [Five drabbles]</title>
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  <description>Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin &lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Kenshin/Kaoru &lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG, collectively &lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Eh, none really. These are pretty tame… I’m boring.&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;POV #1 ~ Sanosuke&quot;&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sanosuke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagara Sanosuke was a man who’d do whatever it takes to make sure that a person he cared for was safe. He knew, as did everyone else around them, that he’d protect Jou-chan with all his might. He’d give everything he had to make sure that girl was safe, happy, and content. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Hell, he would even eat her cooking and not complain, if that would save her. But that was only if her life was on the line. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Yet, Sanosuke knew one more thing: he could never protect her, make her happy, or keep her content like her Kenshin could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;POV #2 ~ Megumi&quot;&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megumi was not a woman to admit to jealousy; surely, if someone called her on it, it was only because the envious person was insecure and lacked self-confidence. Megumi was quite content in herself and in her life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Yet, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something deep in her heart whenever she saw Kaoru. It wasn’t because she was envious of that girl, or any of that girl’s attributes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;It was Kaoru’s ability to make Kenshin relax and to feel at ease, to make him smile, to fight with him over stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s what made Megumi envious.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;POV #3 ~ Tsubame&quot;&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tsubame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tsubame sees Kaoru and Kenshin walking in the marketplace, she’s almost afraid that something bad will happen. Both of them had a knack for finding trouble of the most dangerous sort, and Tsubame has lost count of the number of times she has heard rumor of Kenshin fighting or Kaoru fighting or Kenshin angry or Kaoru kidnapped. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;They have been through so much together, and it is that thought that makes Tsubame smile. She knows that, no matter what trouble they find, Kenshin and Kaoru will always come through it with grace and love. She turns and smiles softly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;POV #4 ~ Saitou&quot;&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Saitou&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;t was often said that having someone to protect made one softer, weaker, and in some cases it was all too true. Saitou, however, had seen evidence to the contrary. Battousai’s – Himura’s – thoughts revolved around protecting a group of people and around one woman in particular.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Was it love? Saitou didn’t know. Battousai certainly made many allowances for the girl, and certainly went out of his way to assure her safety. Did it make Battousai weaker? He couldn’t say, but one thing had been proven to him over and over again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Himura’s gaze always softened when he saw the girl. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;POV #5 ~ Tae&quot;&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tae saw them walking toward the Akabeko, she clapped her hands, smiling gleefully. In the time since she’s first come to know Himura Kenshin, Tae had grown fond of the man. It was more than just hero worship or more than just appreciation for the times he saved Kaoru, or Tsubame, or Yahiko.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;She couldn’t help but be happy when she saw how incredibly content Kaoru was. It seemed that Kaoru knew exactly where her place was; she was happy to stand beside Kenshin. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Ta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;e ushered them inside, and hurried off for their food.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Only the best for them.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that claim&apos;s done! w00t on me!&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2006 20:00:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sign-up post</title>
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  <description>If a pairing is complete, you can link to all the fics for it on the &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/5_povs/3264.html&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;completed claims&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Liebgott/David Webster: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;3d_imax_mind&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://3d-imax-mind.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://3d-imax-mind.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;3d_imax_mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Batman Beyond&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry/Dana: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;whelpling&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://whelpling.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://whelpling.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;whelpling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bleach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hisana/Byakuya: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;ki_suke&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ki-suke.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ki-suke.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ki_suke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiyori/Shinji: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;quaedam&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://quaedam.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://quaedam.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;quaedam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orihime/Ichigo: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;hardlyfatal&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hardlyfatal.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://hardlyfatal.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hardlyfatal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukia/Ichigo: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;susako&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://susako.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://susako.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;susako&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumichika/Ikkaku: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;ashchan&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ashchan.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ashchan.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ashchan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel: the Series&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith/Amy: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;booster17&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://booster17.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://booster17.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;booster17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilah/Wes: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;houses_on_fire&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://houses-on-fire.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://houses-on-fire.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;houses_on_fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Chronicles of Chrestomanci&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie Chant/Christopher Chant: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;blueyeti&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://blueyeti.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://blueyeti.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;blueyeti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Clamp Defenders Duklyon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takeshi/Kentaro: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;kuroineko13&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kuroineko13.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kuroineko13.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kuroineko13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose/9th Doctor: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;faded_memories&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://faded-memories.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://faded-memories.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;faded_memories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Final Fantasy VII&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reno/Tifa Lockhart: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;butterflys_fics&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://butterflys-fics.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://butterflys-fics.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;butterflys_fics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fire Emblem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tana/Cormag: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;littlefreeze&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://littlefreeze.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://littlefreeze.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;littlefreeze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fruits Basket&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tohru/Kyou: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;faemous&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://faemous.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://faemous.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;faemous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tohru/Ritsu: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;lalieth&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lalieth.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lalieth.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lalieth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Great Mouse Detective&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratigan/Basil: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;shego2drakken&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shego2drakken.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shego2drakken.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;shego2drakken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione/Snape: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;unmasked_icons&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://unmasked-icons.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://unmasked-icons.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;unmasked_icons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hellsing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson/Seras: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;shego2drakken&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shego2drakken.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://shego2drakken.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;shego2drakken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Inuyasha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagome/Inuyasha: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;alterfano&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://alterfano.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://alterfano.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;alterfano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;Inuyasha/Miroku: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;lumelle&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lumelle.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lumelle.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lumelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Konjiki no Gash Bell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati/Tio: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;seventenks&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=seventenks&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=seventenks&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;seventenks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eowyn/Faramir: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;darth_snuggles&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://darth-snuggles.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://darth-snuggles.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;darth_snuggles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Naruto&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nara Shikamaru/Yamanaka Ino: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;kyuubi_kun&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kyuubi-kun.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kyuubi-kun.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kyuubi_kun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Passions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald/Ethan Winthrop: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;christian2680&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://christian2680.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://christian2680.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;christian2680&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Red Dwarf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnold Rimmer/Dave Lister: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;zekkass&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://zekkass.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://zekkass.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;zekkass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Red Eye&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Reisert/Jackson Rippner: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;beckingham&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://beckingham.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://beckingham.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;beckingham&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rurouni Kenshin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru/Kenshin: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;kellenanne&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kellenanne.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kellenanne.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kellenanne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Star Trek: Voyager&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janeway/Chakotay: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;catchy_phrases&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://catchy-phrases.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://catchy-phrases.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;catchy_phrases&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tales of Symphonia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kvar/Rodyle: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;createdestroy&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://createdestroy.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://createdestroy.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;createdestroy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;X-men Evolution&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty/Lance: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;whelpling&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://whelpling.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://whelpling.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;whelpling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (complete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the pairing you want isn&apos;t listed here, it&apos;s free! 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  <title>Completed Claims</title>
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  <description>&lt;u&gt;Bleach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tiny-island.livejournal.com/2284.html&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yumichika/Ikkaku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;ashchan&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ashchan.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ashchan.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ashchan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel: the Series&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://houses-on-fire.livejournal.com/6289.html&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lilah/Wes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;houses_on_fire&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://houses-on-fire.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; 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  <title>[Fire Emblem: Scared Stones] [Cormag/Tana] POVs 3, 4 and 5</title>
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  <description>Point of Views 3, 4 and 5.  They are Duessel, Syrene and of course Innes, captian protective older brother.  Yay for being done!! I should pick another pairing now. . one that I love but never wrote before. . . &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;　Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; Fire Emblem: The Scared Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paring:&lt;/b&gt; Cormag/Tana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Possible OOCness. . It’s freaking Duessel I’m trying to write here.  Give me a little leeway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I really feel the need to put one of these with every post, just incase some strange person seems to think I own Fire Emblem or anything I do fictional work for.  I don&apos;t own Fire Emblem. . not at all.  I just own a copy of Fire Emblem 7 and 8.  Someday I hope they bring six over, so I can have that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duessel could never quite figure out what the younger man saw in that blue haired princess.  She was too skinny, too spoiled, a bit of a crybaby and far too dependent.  He always saw his young protégé with a girl that was more like he was: strong, independent and fierce.  Sure, Tana was dependable in battle, but the girl had no skills outside of fighting and being a spoiled princess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they ever married, both would be forced into a life of war.  She would have to stay in the castle, since that was the only life she knew and Cormag would stay with her, because the Wyvern Lord was complete smitten by the princess.  They would probably attain a high spot in the ranks of which ever army they stayed with, Grado’s or Frelia’s.  And for the most part, Cormag would be happy.  Living with the one woman that truly understands him.  That never judged him, not even once.   That never questioned his loyalties.  However, because now, at the age of twenty-two, he so desperately wants to leave the army, spending the rest of his life in the army would damper his happiness severely.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the title that Tana would never be able to leave behind.  It was a common practice in Frelia for the King to take his wife while he travels, so someone would have to rule in his place while they were gone.  In Frelia there was no one better to work under Innes than Tana.  The girl had also been raised to rule a country.  So Cormag would be separated from his home for twenty-two years if he chose to be with this woman.  What would happen if Innes were to die, without first having children.  Cormag and Tana would be raised to the King and Queen of Frelia.  Cormag was in no way fit to be king of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how happy Cormag thought Tana would make him, Duessel always thought that one of the common village girls from Grado, that Cormag’s brother was always known for romancing, would be better for the Wyvern Lord.  Though, he would let Cormag make the mistake and marry Tana if he wished it.  As fatherly as he had tried to be to the boys when they first came to the castle, it was time Cormag made his own mistakes.  He was a grown man now and Glenn was no longer there to bail him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Way Things Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; Fire Emblem: The Scared Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paring:&lt;/b&gt; Cormag/Tana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; None really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syrene watched as Tana said her good-byes to Cormag.  She watched as her young student began to cry.  Syrene turned away from the two, wishing to give them their privacy.  She took her future king by the arm and lead him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises of visits, and to one day reunite, Syrene had heard it before.  Cormag probably had no intention of meeting up with the girl again.  He would forget about her as soon as she was out of his vision.  The princess would just have been a fling to him.  A fling that never paid off since the princess wasn’t about to just let him have his way.  She marveled how the once spineless princess, whom she thought would never make it as a knight, grew into such a marvelous and brave warrior and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not good for her.  Even if he didn’t leave her, which he probably would, he would never make it in Frelian society.  As the husband of beloved Princess of Frelia, he would be expected to carry himself a certain way and do certain things.  Tana was a big hearted woman and always cared about the well-being of her people before her own. She hoped that Tana would stay in the army and one day take her place as Pegasus General, but even if she stayed in the army, Cormag would have no place among the graceful women.  They would never accept him as one of them.  The coarse man and his vicious animal.  Most wyvern riders were no better than their animals, a generalization that Syrene knew was unfair but she had found to be true in almost every case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephraim or even one of the lesser nobles from any of the kingdom would be a much better match for the young princess.  Someone to take control of everything in her life when she would get involved with the troops, giving her very life to the army.  If she did choose Ephraim, being queen would suit her nicely.  King Hayden raised her to rule a country and, despite all outward appearances, Tana was just as ruthless as her brother, when she needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she knew the princess was a young girl in love, a girl in love with the bad boy.  The man that nobody really wanted her to be with.  The man that didn’t deserve the princess’s affections.  So some day, the day would come when Tana would come back to him, to find the man she saved her heart, body and soul for.  But Cormag, who would have forgotten about her so quickly, would have already married some floozy from Grado.  Then the heart broken Tana would end up like many of the other Pegasus knights: jaded in love and alone.  Forced to bury her pain in the few things that would never abandon her: her sisters in arms and her winged friend.  She didn’t want that for the younger girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would have to explain to the princess how things worked on their way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; Fire Emblem: The Scared Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paring:&lt;/b&gt; Cormag/Tana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; It’s Innes.  He’s a jerk.  Oh yeah, premarital sex too, just the mention of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: Before any of you assume I hate Innes, I want to make this very clear.  I adore him.  He’s a complete ass and I love it.  This takes place a few years after the end of the game. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the unthinkable happened, in front of most of the castle’s inhabitants, they announced that they wished to be married and asked for my consent to the union.  What did I do?  I yelled at Tana and told her that I would never consent to a marriage with a man like him.  Like him, that’s what I said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I hate him so much.  Something about that blond hair and roguish face just boils my blood.  At first, I thought it was because he was born extremely poor.  Dirt poor actually.  But I quickly realized that it wasn’t his status.  He had done quite well for himself considering all he had gone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife, Eirika thinks, that it’s because I think that nobody is good enough for Tana.  Which is a lie, because I think Cormag compliments my sister quite well.  He cares about her deeply.  Almost more than I do sometimes.  He doesn’t hurt her: physically or emotionally.  I know that he won’t touch her until they’re married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what is it that I don’t like about him?  Tana deserves to know.  A man like him isn’t good enough of a reason.  She’s in love and I broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knock on the door.  “Come in.” I say, trying to sound annoyed.  It’s him.  The man I hate and don’t really know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Tana wanted me to talk to you.”  He paused.  His dull eyes bore into me.  My eyes unconsciously diverted from him.  Does this man ever blink?  “She won’t agree to marry me, until you say it’s okay, your majesty.  I tried to explain to her that you would never give us your blessing.  My parents did.  They adore her.”  Well that’s good news, peasants from Grado love my baby sister.  I could have told him they would.  Why wouldn’t they want him to marry a princess?  Looking back at him, I could see the question he wanted to ask in his eyes.  Why don’t you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched this man, I found myself thinking, what would their children look like?  Would they look like people from Grado as much as he did?  Would they carry Tana’s natural grace, her inborn regal qualities or would his peasantness over power all that was Tana?  “Why?”  that came out without even a thought.  “Why do you wish to marry my sister?  Maybe I’ll change my mind.”  His eyes narrowed at me.  I was his enemy.  I had always been his enemy.  I had never tried to be his friend.  I always looked at him with suspicious, accusing eyes.  He knew I never wanted him around.  A traitor like him?  Who would want him.  My sister did.  Sometimes I thought without him, she wouldn’t want to go on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love her, your majesty.”  He said firmly.  I smiled, the obvious answer.   It felt like his eyes were boring a hole into my soul.  “Tana is the most important person in my life.  I don’t know how happy she’ll be with me, but I will try to keep your sister happy, your majesty.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What else?”  I wasn’t about to let him off easy.  Just saying that he loved her and that she was important to him wasn’t good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you want me to say, your majesty?  I’d do anything for her.”  He paused.  “You know, Tana desperately wants us to get along.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So she’s told me.”  My tone was dry and flat.  Tana had plead to me many times to open up my heart to her companion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you want her to be happy?”  His questions were starting to get obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course I do, but you said that you couldn’t guarantee her happiness.”  He frowned at me.  I was starting to get on his nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to lie to her.  If I say that I promise she’ll always be happy, then that’s a promise that I always have to keep, even if it’s impossible.  Nobody can always be happy. Is Queen Eirika always happy?”  I was wondering when this was going to happen.  Bringing my marriage into this.  I had applaud him though, he had guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not always.  In fact, right now she’s rather angry with me.  She thinks that I broke Tana’s heart.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You did.”  He said softly.  “She’s been crying ever since.  I suggested that we elope but she won’t listen to me.  You’re the most important person in her life.  She loves you even more than me, even more than she loves your wife.  You crushed her.  By trying to protect her from being hurt, you hurt her.”  He paused diverting his eyes from me.  I could see the tears in the corners of them.  This man only cried when Tana was involved.  Of course, I knew that I had hurt her feelings.  He needed to tell me something I didn’t know.  Something that would shock me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s going to have my baby.”  he said flatly.  I had misjudged him.  I thought he would never touch my sister until they were joined in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?  What did you just say?”  I felt the anger flaring up in me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tana and I. . one night. . a few months ago.” He paused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know that!”  I interrupted.  “So this is why you wish to marry her?  Because you screwed up?  You couldn’t keep your hands off my sister.  I knew I was wrong about you.  I knew that’s all you wanted from her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your Majesty, listen.” He pleaded.  “Her and I decided to do it this way.  We’re both gone at different times.  It’s hard to start a family, when you’re never around each other.”  I smiled at him.  Of course it is.  I planned it that way so maybe he’d leave her.  “We wanted to have the ceremony next month.  Just a small private one, just you, your wife and my parents.”  He paused.  “Besides, your son was born seven months after your wedding.  Wasn’t he?”  He got me there and I was waiting for him to point that out.  The door opened and both of us turned to see who it was.  It was Tana.  Fully dressed in her riding armor and clothes, tiara in hand.  Her face looked raw from crying and her eyes looked very sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cormag, I’m ready.  Let’s go.”   She paused.  “I don’t care what he says anymore.  Let’s just go Grado.  You said they’d accept a Pegasus knight there and your parents are willing to accept me as their daughter.”  She looked at me, her eyes clouded with tears.  “Brother, I just wanted you to like Cormag.  I wanted you to see in him what I do.  Please, don’t be mad at him.  This was all my idea.  The baby, the marriage and the relationship.  Eirika was involved in it too, but it was mainly me.”  She looked down at the tiara in her hands.  It was her tiara, the symbol of her royal blood.  “You can have this.  If you and Eirika have a daughter, give it to her.  Make sure to tell her the woman that this once belonged to was her aunt and to be with the person she loved, she dropped her title.”  Wiping her eyes, she smiled bravely.  “I’m sure you’re going to disown me anyway.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked to Cormag and took his hand.  She turned away from me.  My sister, what a piece of work.  She was my father’s masterpiece.  Everyone always thought I was, but no Tana was the work of art my father was so proud of.  So shy.  So feminine.  The most unassuming person one could ever meet.  She gets me every time and I’m a master at catching liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait.”  I said sharply.  “Don’t go.  This kingdom can’t survive without you.”   They turned back to me.  “What are you thinking about naming the baby?”  I asked.  Her face lit up.  I made my sister’s day.  In fact, I probably made her life.  A marriage to a man I didn’t like.  I looked at my brother-in-law and smiled bravely.  He looked back at me and extended his hand.  I took it and he pulled me in close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After this, ‘Your Majesty’ seems a little silly.  Can I call you ‘little brother’ now?”&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Chrismas ni Kuchizuke wo - Changin&apos; my Life</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Apr 2006 19:41:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Bleach] [Ishida/Orihime] Watching</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Bleach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: Ishida/Orihime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: PG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings&lt;/b&gt;: Short and very very sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href=&quot;http://tehuberdork.livejournal.com/47807.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;POV #3 -- Sora&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Apr 2006 03:11:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>5 POVs - InuYasha + Kagome</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;Completed Claim &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TItle: &lt;/strong&gt;Miroku&apos;s Thankless Task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fandom&lt;/strong&gt;: InuYasha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing&lt;/strong&gt;: Kagome/InuYasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 PoVs:&lt;/strong&gt; Miroku, Sesshomaru, Kikyou, Kouga, Shippou + *bonus* Naraku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;G (All Audiences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count&lt;/strong&gt;: 6,585&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Author&apos;s Note: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takes place after chapter: #451 in the manga (only a few little spoilers, though). And yes, I take a harmless little jab at the Ses/Kag and Inu/Mir pairings …I just couldn’t help myself. I know it’s kinda’ long, so I put headings in so you can skip to your favorite characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Everyone was exhausted, but no one more than Miroku. Not only had he overused his kazaana in the last battle – despite repeated warnings from absolutely everyone – and barely survived those demon porcupine things, but he’d had to listen to Kagome and InuYasha bicker over Kouga’s advances all the way home. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“He sniffs around you like a dog!” InuYasha said petulantly to Kagome, riding on his back only an arm’s length from where Miroku sat with Sango on Kilala.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“No,” Kagome said, her voice rising, “&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; sniff around me like a dog.”&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She bopped him lightly on the head as it bobbed under her chin, “&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; sniffs me like a wolf!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Whatever effect Kagome intended to have with these words was not clear, but InuYasha grumbled just the same.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Shortly after that, Sango headed back to the demonslayer’s village to repair her hiriakotsu, Shippou had gone with Kouga earlier, the two becoming quite cozy in the weeks since Kouga had glommed onto the band in their hunt for Naraku. Miroku wasn’t sure if Shippou and Kouga were really becoming friends, or if Shippou just needed a break from his surrogate big sister and big brother’s constant sniping. He knew &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;could sure use a break from it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“What about you?” the fight wasn’t over as Kagome huffed along after InuYasha through the tall grass surrounding the village, “you sure get polite when Kikyo’s around, despite the fact she may still want to kill you!” InuYasha’s back stiffened, and Miroku rolled his eyes. &lt;em&gt;Here it&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;comes&lt;/em&gt;, he thought. Sure enough, the predictable defense floated towards him over the bobbing heads of his companions as they entered the village ahead of him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Kikyo is hurt,” InuYasha said of his ex-girlfriend and possibly-ex-stalker. “In case you hadn’t noticed, she’s been helping us lately.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Without another word, they each went their own way, Kagome to Kaede’s hut to restock medicinal herbs, InuYasha to the village Head Man to discuss recent bandit sightings and Miroku to the village monk to get the local demon news. Miroku was glad to be rid of his prickly companions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;A few hours later, Miroku was by the stream, refilling water bottles, washing out some clothes from the journey and resting his tired feet. He saw Kaede’s hut through the brush and was glad to see InuYasha perched on its roof, surveying the valley and growing fields below. As he had hoped, the fight was a short lived one, and InuYasha was back inside Kagome’s sphere, never allowing her to be too far from him. The monk took a moment to reflect on the friendship that had grown into love between his two friends. Of course, they’d never said that out loud to each other or to their traveling companions, but he was sure that love had indeed sprung up between them. At least he was sure that love was what Kagome felt for InuYasha. InuYasha’s feelings were much harder to decipher.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Kagome was a beautiful soul, kind and loving to everyone she met. But she was particularly devoted to InuYasha. She had taken up his causes – first to regather the jewel fragments, then to kill Naraku, and finally to avenge Kikyo – for little other reason than that it is what InuYasha needed to do. She had told Sango, and Sango had told Miroku, that she had been in love with InuYasha ever since the time he had sworn to protect Kikyo from Naraku and had let Kagome run away. For reasons neither he nor Sango understood, that was when Kagome had acknowledged her love for him to herself and sworn to stay by his side through the rest of their journey. That had been years ago, and she’d stayed true to her promise, helping them fight, tending their wounds and tamping down her jealousy over InuYasha’s continued adoration of his zombie-ex, Kikyo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;InuYasha had at first been very brusque with Kagome, pushing her away constantly as she tried to help, resisting her attempts to befriend him, and then love him. Even though Miroku considered InuYasha his best friend, having fought together and laughed together now for some time, he could not for the life of him understand why the half-demon so steadfastly refused to claim Kagome as his own and accept her love. God knows Miroku himself would have done so long ago had InuYasha not growled at him every time he even thought about it (how had he always known when Miroku was thinking such thoughts?). Miroku credited his life in those early days to the fact that Sango had joined them shortly after Miroku joined up with Kagome and InuYasha. Sango had kept him in his place ever since, quickly winning his heart. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Miroku continued to wonder at InuYasha’s continued emotional distance from Kagome. He certainly couldn’t seriously think his relationship with Kikyo, literally a member of the walking dead, could go anywhere. At one time, InuYasha had all but admitted his intent to follow Kikyo to the grave once they had defeated Naraku. But Miroku found it extremely hard to believe that the half-human half-dog demon, one of the liveliest beings Miroku had ever met, would allow that fate to befall him in the end.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Watching InuYasha scratch himself behind the ear with his foot, sitting atop the roof, a thought struck Miroku for the first time. Maybe InuYasha’s demon half was preventing him from really understanding what a human love relationship could be. When he thought about it, Miroku saw the parallels between InuYasha’s behavior and that of a devoted dog. Although he never left her side, except to seek out Kikyo, InuYasha’s behavior with Kagome was predominantly protective. He accompanied her, guarded her, and tended to her when she was hurt, just as a dog might do if it could talk and move like a human. Maybe he had just adopted Kagome as his mistress and that was all she would ever be to him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Miroku found this thought disturbing, knowing how it would crush Kagome if it were true. Then something else occurred to him. Maybe InuYasha didn’t know about – well, about how … humans – well, expressed their feelings for one another. After all, his parents had never been together when he was young, his father having died protecting the newborn InuYasha and his mother on the day of his birth. InuYasha hadn’t lived with humans long after his mother’s death to see how a good relationship might function. As a matter of fact, he thought, InuYasha hadn’t lived around humans at all, except for Miroku and Sango, and upon further reflection, Miroku decided that this was not a good model either. Maybe it was time he had a word with InuYasha, told him about the birds and the bees in human terms. He owed him that much, at least. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Just as he stood to seek out his friend, he saw the flash of InuYasha’s red haori as he leapt off the roof and ran after someone on the path. Miroku hurriedly put on his sandals and rushed after him. He caught a glimpse of Kagome’s green skirt and knew that InuYasha was chasing after her. They were headed towards the well. He heard words, but couldn’t make out what they were talking about. Miroku soon came into sight of the pair at the well, and quickly hid behind a tree. Peeking around the rough bark, he saw Kagome perched on its rim ready to jump down into time, and there was InuYasha, standing resolutely with his fists jammed into his hips. Miroku sighed; it looked like the fight was far from over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“He may not mean anything to you, but he means everything to me!” Kagome was furious, almost crying. Miroku felt a stab of shock. Was she was declaring love for Kouga right to InuYasha’s face? How had the argument gotten so out of control? Kagome continued, “I’m going home!” And she was gone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Miroku decided not to approach InuYasha just then, thinking the half demon would be better off dealing with this on his own at first. &lt;em&gt;Actually, you coward, &lt;/em&gt;he thought to himself, &lt;em&gt;you just don’t want to go out there and take the brunt of his bruised ego.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;InuYasha growled and shouted down the well after her. “Go home already! See if I care what he says!” And then he dashed into the woods, headed back in the direction they had last left Kouga. Miroku heard him mutter words Kagome couldn’t hear, “I’ll show him!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Miroku was unsure what to do. He couldn’t go down the well after Kagome since he would just land on medieval dust at the bottom – only InuYasha could follow her to her own time. He knew he couldn’t catch up with InuYasha either, the hanyou having taken off at such a clip. He was just heading back to the village when his old friend, Hachi, floated out of the sky and plopped down in front of him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Master Miroku!” The fat raccoon tanuki ran over, huffing. “Naraku is loose again!” He’s been seen pillaging over to the East!” The little demon’s paw pointed in the exact opposite direction of InuYasha’s mad dash. Miroku noticed with some trepidation that it was also pointing in the direction of Sango’s demonslayer’s village. He was torn, knowing that he couldn’t exactly fight Naraku on his own, even to protect Sango (he’d just learned that the hard way) but not really wanting to take the time to chase off after InuYasha either. There was only one solution.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Hachi,” Miroku turned on the tanuki, “blow up fast. We have to find InuYasha!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Hachi grumbled something about not doing any more favors for monks and exploded into a long floating sausage which Miroku mounted with agility. They headed off to the West.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Shortly, Miroku spotted a flash of silver white hair in the forest below and directed Hachi downwards. They landed in a clearing. Miroku hopped off only to see he’d discovered the wrong inu demon. A little stab of adrenaline shot through him as he saw InuYasha’s half brother, Sesshomaru, emerge from the depths of the forest. Sesshomaru was one of the most fearsome creatures Miroku had ever seen in a fight. Luckily, he was not easily angered. Unluckily, the subject of his half brother was usually what pissed him off the most. Miroku took a deep breath.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Good day, Lord Sesshomaru,” he didn’t bow, but he thought about it.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sesshomaru, as expected, hardly noticed the monk and moved to walk past him with little more than a glance. Miroku thought he would try again, in case Sesshomaru had seen InuYasha earlier today. “Have you seen InuYasha? We have a lead on Naraku and I have to find him.” Sesshomaru stopped, his back still turned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“I have not seen my worthless sibling,” he paused a particularly disdainful pause, “and if I had, I would have killed him.” Was that a sniff? “I will be the one to kill Naraku,” he finished with a haughty shake of his hair. Curiosity must have gotten to him, though, “why are you separated? It is not like my brother to part from his human company,” another disdainful pause, “where is his girl?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Well, that’s part of the problem,” Miroku admitted, feeling somewhat like a tattletale, “he and Kagome had a fight and he ran off. I need to find him.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“They fight often, do they not?” Sesshomaru was unusually curious today. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Well, yes, they do,” feeling more like a tattletale, Miroku moved to Hachi’s bloated side, ready to move on. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Do you think they will mate?” Sesshomaru was being way too curious, Miroku thought, almost gossiping like this! But his interest was peaked as to why Sesshomaru would care so much, so he turned back around to gaze upon the impassive face that turned towards him at the same moment. Looking into Sesshomaru’s eyes was like walking into a freezing rain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“I really have no idea,” Miroku answered truthfully. “It wouldn’t surprise me if they did. But then again, it wouldn’t surprise me if they didn’t,” he finished rather lamely. “Why do you ask?” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“I find it fascinating to observe my brother emulate the weaknesses of his father,” Sesshomaru’s voice was distant, as though his mind was on more important things. “He exhibits virtually none of our father’s strengths, all of his weaknesses, and then some.” He sniffed again. “His greatest weakness is his affection for that human girl.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“What makes you say that?” Miroku felt a little affronted on behalf of the human race, and his tone betrayed his pride. Sesshomaru noticed, boring his gaze into the monk.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Humans are sentimental,” he flung the word at the human in front of him like an insult. “My brother’s willingness to risk his own life for hers – or yours for that matter – will get him killed someday.” He saw Miroku’s skeptical look. “Like father, like half-breed son.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“I believe that Kagome’s love for InuYasha has already saved his life on many occasions,” Miroku winced to himself when he saw Sesshomaru’s displeasure at his effrontery, but he didn’t back down. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Perhaps,” Sesshomaru did not sound at all convinced. “But mark my words. In the end it will mean only his death.”&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Miroku kept his mouth shut this time, wanting to get going again on his hunt. Sesshomaru glanced over Miroku’s head, grasping a new thought from the air. “If he did not choose such powerful women,” his eyes dropped to Miroku’s as though passing a message, “he would not befall such a fate.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Miroku was surprised to hear that Sesshomaru thought both Kikyo and Kagome had such power. Though he thought so himself, he had never seen Sesshomaru give either of them a passing glance. In good Japanese nobleman fashion, Sesshomaru always ignored women in a public setting. Miroku didn’t really think this conversation was leading him anywhere useful, and he moved to leave, but Sesshomaru was not finished. “There is a rumor in the demon community that I, Sesshomaru, seek to mate with the girl, Kagome.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Miroku was shocked and a little frightened on Kagome’s behalf. The image of … he screwed up his face at the very thought.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“You may assure my worthless half brother that these rumors are entirely false,” Sesshomaru did turn away this time. “I do not share my father’s – or my brother’s – poor taste in women.” As he walked away, one more sentence floated the distance between them, “and if I did, I would choose someone more … respectful.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Sesshomaru left Miroku standing next to Hachi, mouth open, and disgusted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;POV #3 – Kikyo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Miroku and Hachi hadn’t been in the air long when he saw another flash of color down below, red cloth flitting between the leaves of the trees. Hoping it was InuYasha’s red haori and hakama pants, they descended quickly. But as they touched down, a chill ran through Miroku as it did every time he laid eyes upon the miko returned from the dead, InuYasha’s formerly betrothed, Kikyo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Kikyo wore red hakama pants similar to InuYasha’s and a snow white haori, trimmed in red thread. She had been beautiful once, smooth features nested under long black hair. Now she was an animated shadow of her former self, pale and without vitality. Miroku caught the scent of moldy earth that always accompanied the priestess’ earthly form. Body of earth and soil, only her spirit moved on the earth, her body long ago having perished in the betrayal that had ensnared both her and her young lover, InuYasha. Her eyes were impossible to read, as always. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Behind her moved the boy, Kohaku, Sango’s brother. Miroku met his eyes, not sure what Kohaku would do. The boy looked around the clearing quickly, seeking his older sister, and when he did not see her, he melted back into the forest, leaving the monk and the miko facing one another. Since he was here, he figured he might as well ask her if she’d seen InuYasha. But she beat him to it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“I do not know where InuYasha is.” Her voice was flat, emotionless.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Uh,” Miroku was caught off guard, gods, this woman was clairvoyant. “You haven’t seen him anywhere since we left you a few days ago?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“No.” She looked a little suspiciously at him, “why is he not with you?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here we go again,&lt;/em&gt; thought Miroku. Aloud he said, “he and Kagome had a fight. She went home and I have to find him to go get her and bring her back.” Kikyo looked thoughtful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Kagome would do better to stay home and leave this place to those of us who belong here.” She met Miroku’s eyes, as though trying to pass a message to her soul sister through them. “She does not belong here. She does not belong with him.” She paused. “He will only bring her sorrow.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Why do you say that?” Just as with Sesshomaru, Miroku’s curiosity was peaked about her opinions of his friends. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;“Because it is true,” Kikyo kept her gaze steady on the monk, “she has more power than he does. And when she uses it, he will feel threatened; he will destroy her, or shun her.” Seeing the doubt in Miroku’s face she continued. “Although it is true that InuYasha has matured in her company,” -- did Miroku detect a hint of jealousy? – “at his core, InuYasha is a wild animal, driven by instinct and male ego. I know this about him, but Kagome is too trusting. She sees only what she wants to see when she looks into his heart.”&lt;/font&gt;&