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  <title>Alice in [Loveland]</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 03:53:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Days We Remember, Pairings:TBA 3/?</title>
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  <description>Title:&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Days We Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Chapters: 3/?&lt;br /&gt;Author: jrock_yaoi343&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: A very angry Ruki&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;Pairings/Characters: Ruki, Uruha, Aoi, Reita, Kai/ Pairings: TBA&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I do not own Gazette&apos;s member, however I wish I did :/...wtb&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: As the band celebrates their new single &quot;Guren&quot; making #1 on the charts, weird, dramatic, and unexpected events occur. And the band finds love amongst each other.&lt;br /&gt;Comments:&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; (READ THIS!)&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; There are no known pairings at the beginning of the story. Pairings shall be formed as the story progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jrock-yaoi343.livejournal.com/7028.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;*Previous Chapters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jrock-yaoi343.livejournal.com/1490.html&quot;&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jrock-yaoi343.livejournal.com/4228.html&quot;&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 03:24:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Days We Remember , Pairings:TBA 1/?</title>
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  <description>Title:&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Days We Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Author: jrock_yaoi343&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG...for now&lt;br /&gt;Bands: Gazette, however alice nine. is included throughout the story. Shou is Ruki&apos;s best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jrock-yaoi343.livejournal.com/1490.html&quot;&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 03:09:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[ONESHOT] SAGAxNAO: Advantageous Disadvantage</title>
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  <description>&lt;u&gt;Title&lt;/u&gt;: “Advantageous Disadvantage”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Author&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vampire_chan04&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vampire-chan04.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://vampire-chan04.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vampire_chan04&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pairing&lt;/u&gt;: SagaXnaO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rating&lt;/u&gt;: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Genre&lt;/u&gt;: Fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;X-Posted&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jrock_fanfic&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrock_fanfic/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrock_fanfic/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jrock_fanfic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;sagaxnao&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/sagaxnao/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/sagaxnao/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sagaxnao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jrock_ffrequest&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrock_ffrequest/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrock_ffrequest/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jrock_ffrequest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;(Oh gosh, f-page I&apos;m so sorry!! &amp;gt;O&amp;lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;*I&apos;m really sorry for {triple} posting!! DX Couldn&apos;t help it; on a writing spree. This&apos;ll be the last since I&apos;m goin&apos; back to school next week DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href=&quot;http://vampire-chan04.livejournal.com/17265.html&quot;&gt;Who knew back pains could be so dangerous?&lt;/a&gt; )</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 05:27:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[ONESHOT: SAGAxNAO] Duty Calls</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: &quot;Duty Calls&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vampire_chan04&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vampire-chan04.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://vampire-chan04.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vampire_chan04&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: SagaXnaO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre&lt;/b&gt;: Fluff and a failed attempt at humor =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Just when Saga gets ready to bang his head on the wall, his  heart turns him around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;**&lt;/b&gt;The summary doesn&apos;t really have anything to do with the story. Couldn&apos;t think of a better one &amp;gt;&amp;lt; And yes, it&apos;s lame.&lt;br /&gt;Please read~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-Posted&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jrock_fanfic&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrock_fanfic/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrock_fanfic/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jrock_fanfic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;sagaxnao&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/sagaxnao/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/sagaxnao/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sagaxnao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;a href=&quot;http://vampire-chan04.livejournal.com/15813.html&quot;&gt;Oh, yes. He owes him &lt;b&gt;BIG TIME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:50:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>better if you don&apos;t know [tora/saga] 2/?</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Title: better if you don’t know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: hirachan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pairing: tora/saga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: PG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chap: 2/?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;better if you dont know...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few people wanted me to continue this so I decided that I should! =D lets hope I don’t run out of ideas, get lazy or forget about it. Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! ~ And remember comments and feedback=love! [No flames, I am an amateur writer] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okays lets go! *pulls up sleeves*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smile as I see you across the street, I’m happy that you’re eager to see me since you’re never late to our meetings. I wait for the light to change before I cross, you run towards me with that beautiful smile of yours. ‘I’m sorry im late, the trains we’re really packed today.’ You smile and wave away my apology. ‘What do you want to do today?’ ‘Mmmm…I want to go to the arcade!’ ‘Aren’t you abit too old for it?’ You pretend to look offended and hit my arm before running down the street laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chase after you and next thing I know im standing in one of the largest arcades I’ve ever seen. I suddenly feel very old and out of place around the young high school students. You grab my hand and drag me towards the back, towards the toy machines. I must have looked lost since you pouted and pointed like a little kid towards a Gundam plushie, inside the machine. I smiled, rubbed your head affectionately and putted in 100yen. After 7 tries I managed to get you the one you wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You squealed with delight, tackled me and pecked my lips. After you become aware of what you had done you blush and looked down. When I turned away trying to conceal a smile, I noticed a group of smiling high school girls screaming ‘kawaii!’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I winked at them and pulled you out the arcade, you were still blushing. I laughed and pulled you in the direction of a park nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while of just walking next to each other and saying nothing, you turned to me and asked if I liked it. I answered that I liked it when you took control, noticing the dirty hidden meaning you blushed again and looked to the ground. ‘Look Tora! Ice-cream! Can we have one please?’ You gave me your famous puppy eyed looks and I couldn’t say no. After you ordered, you turn to me and asked what I wanted. ‘Vanilla with sprinkles.’ You looked shocked at my answer. ‘I never thought you ate anything sweet! You coffee freak!’ I smack your head and you giggle at my behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walk around some more and sat by a pond, talking. I glance at my watch and disappointment sank into me. You seemed so happy; I didn’t want to tell you it was time for me to leave. You didn’t cry this time but you held onto me harder and tighter than usual. I ask what’s wrong and you answer that you don’t want me to leave and that you love me. I smile run my fingers through your soft blonde hair and promise we will meet soon and that my work is hard to take time off from. You once again ask why you can’t just come to my house on the weekends and I once again say that I’m never home since my mother demands I visit her every weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You nuzzle against me like a puppy and I smile at your clingy behavior. I once again wait for you to board your train before I leave; this is to make sure you don’t follow me home since I’ve known you for your stalker like behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I open the door to a home you have never seen…&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:54:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>better if you don&apos;t know [tora/saga]</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;Title: Better if you don’t know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: hirachan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pairing: Tora/saga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: PG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;better if you dont know...&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled at your cuteness and the way you seem to want to cuddle me without people knowing you’re a guy. I lead you into a warm café since outside was cold, with winter coming fast. Your cheeks were a soft pink and so were your lips. We were directed to a table near the back, there you ate strawberry shortcake and I drank coffee. We talked and I loved being in your company, it always makes me forget my troubles and worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time spent sitting together just talking and laughing at the smallest things made me warm inside. After we walked around abit looking at the many shops of Tokyo and I watched you every moment, treasuring them, praying I will never forget them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time for me to leave has come, we kiss and I hold you close. You cry even though you’re trying to hide the fact of being away from me. I smile and hold out my pinky, promising we’ll meet again soon even though it will be hard. You pout and shake your head saying you don’t want to wait that long. I smile, tug on your school tie and reminded you that you have exams coming up meaning you should be studying not thinking of things like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You give me a shaky smile and wave as you board your train at Tokyo station. You continue to wave until I am out of your sight. I take in a deep breath as I try to hold back the tears and turn around and started to walk to another platform. I sit on the train with nothing but only thoughts of you and our special time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take out the key to my house, the house in which you have never seen. ‘Honey! You’re back! How was the meeting in Tokyo?’ ‘It was boring; you know how I hate meetings.’ ‘Well honey you know that Misa and I both missed you! Misa say hi to daddy.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I held out my arms and took her into my arms. I’m sorry Saga...but it’s better if you don’t know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;comments!=love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 23:17:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tora x Nao - the under-loved pairing.</title>
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  <description>Welllll. &lt;br /&gt;this is about my third or fourth photoshop job since I got it, and I&apos;ve gotten good reviews about this one, so I&apos;d like to share it with the communities I&apos;m in, and see what everyone else thinks. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v643/hallish/layout%20stuff/imgheader_pc.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-posted to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jrockyaoi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrockyaoi/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrockyaoi/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jrockyaoi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;aliceinloveland&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/aliceinloveland/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/aliceinloveland/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;aliceinloveland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 23:45:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>More Than Anything - Nao/Saga - Oneshot</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; More Than Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapters:&lt;/b&gt; 1/1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;kaorus_beard&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kaorus-beard.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://kaorus-beard.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaorus_beard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Humor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings/Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Nao/Saga &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Mentions of sex, kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Saga is afraid that Nao loves coffee more than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments:&lt;/b&gt; This popped into my head because Nao is such an obvious coffee fanatic. 8D NaoxSaga is my favorite pairing after ShouxHiroto and I really wanted to write more of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href=&quot;http://kaorus-beard.livejournal.com/76950.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;More Than Anything&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://kaorus-beard.livejournal.com/7117.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;My Fanfic List&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/friends/add.bml?user=kaorus_beard&quot; target=&quot;_0&quot;&gt;Friend me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 22:07:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>THERAPY .o5 [ TORA xx SHOU ]</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Therapy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; dear_WHIMSY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairings:&lt;/strong&gt; alice nine. - ToraxShou, MiyavixShou, MiyavixTora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; PG-13&amp;nbsp;so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; AU, angst, romance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Shou has to volunteer at a teen help center. Tora has to put up with having a friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href=&quot;http://dear-whimsy.livejournal.com/6701.html&quot;&gt;His lazy gaze dragged up Tora&apos;s slim frame, and suddenly the younger man felt self-conscious&lt;/a&gt;.)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 21:34:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>THERAPY .o4 [ TORA xx SHOU ]</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Therapy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; dear_WHIMSY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairings:&lt;/strong&gt; alice nine. - ToraxShou, MiyavixShou, MiyavixTora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; PG so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; AU, angst, romance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Shou has to volunteer at a teen help center. Tora has to put up with having a friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href=&quot;http://dear-whimsy.livejournal.com/5717.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;He wondered why he could still feel Miyavi&apos;s mouth lingering upon his own&lt;/a&gt;.)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 02:05:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>THERAPY .o3 [ TORA xx SHOU ]</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Therapy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; dear_WHIMSY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairings:&lt;/strong&gt; alice nine. - ToraxShou, MiyavixShou, MiyavixTora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; PG so far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; AU, angst, romance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Shou has to volunteer at a teen help center. Tora has to put up with having a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dear-whimsy.livejournal.com/5369.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;(&quot;Hello, &lt;em&gt;senorita&lt;/em&gt;~&quot;)&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 02:45:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>THERAPY .o2 [ TORA xx SHOU ]</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; dear_WHIMSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairings:&lt;/strong&gt; alice nine. - ToraxShou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; PG so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; AU, angst, romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Shou has to volunteer at a teen help center.&amp;nbsp;Tora has to put up with having a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;The Right Way Teen Center was a surprisingly clean, open building. Not terribly spacious, but Shou assumed that was due to budgeting. He glanced around the lobby - it was painted in crisp, pastel shades, reminding him very keenly of a hospital. Rather than the calming effect he assumed it should have, the professionalism of the room unnerved him. He repeatedly folded and unfolded the purple flyer he&apos;d brought along, a light perspiration flushing his cheeks. It was really silly, he told himself. Very, very silly to be this nervous. Nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Excuse me? Are you here for the volunteering program?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou glanced up to see a squat lady clutching a clipboard before him. Her round face was split with a welcoming smile. He stared a little, lips parted and eyes wide. And then -&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh!&quot; He hurriedly stood up, snapping out of his daze. &quot;Yes! Yes, I&apos;m here for the Right Way...&quot; He trailed off, not sure what to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Great! I&apos;m the program coordinator here, Takahashi Rumiko. And you are...&quot; She extended a hand, still beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shou. It&apos;s nice to meet you, Takahashi-san.&quot; He kept his voice very clipped and polite. Reaching out to shake her hand, he also did a clumsy sort of waist-bow, and quickly pulled back, smiling sheepishly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takahashi only chuckled, and gesturing for him to follow her, headed for the front desk. &quot;I&apos;m going to do a quick background check and register you, okay? Then I&apos;ll give you a tour of the facility and tell you a bit about our program. Do you have time to start today, Shou-kun? Assuming everything checks out, we&apos;d be happy to have you.&quot; She leaned over the desk, tugging the keyboard and mouse over to her side. Clicking on a desktop icon, she peered back at him over her glasses. &quot;What did you say your last name was?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I didn&apos;t. It&apos;s Kohara.&quot; Shou replied absently, mentally running over his schedule for the day. Apart from promising to meet Hiroto for dinner, he didn&apos;t have much else planned. &quot;Sure I can start today, Takahashi-san.&quot;&amp;nbsp;Why not? He had to do it sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Kohara Shou...&quot; Takahashi&apos;s brow furrowed. &quot;You know, I can&apos;t seem to find you...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou frowned. &quot;That&apos;s strange - oh!&quot; He laughed, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. &quot;I&apos;m really sorry, Takahashi-san. My name is actually&amp;nbsp;Kohara Kazamasa.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takahashi paused for a moment, looking at him again. Shou mentally slapped himself; &lt;em&gt;way to sound sketchy&lt;/em&gt;. &quot;I mean, my legal name is Kazamasa. It&apos;s too long for me, so I&apos;ve become used to &apos;Shou&apos; as a nickname.&quot; He smiled extra wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takahashi only nodded, re-typing his name into the computer. A few seconds passed and then a profile of him pulled up, complete with a picture. Scanning it, she nodded again and the smile returned to her face. &quot;Looks like you check out...Shou-kun? Kazamasa-kun?&quot; She teased, shifting back to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shou please, Takahashi-san.&quot; He internally winced at his perky tone. Shou couldn&apos;t help it; when he wanted to make a good impression, he always ended up sounding like a school girl. Takahashi didn&apos;t seem to mind. In fact,&amp;nbsp;her smile only brightened, which&amp;nbsp;prompted Shou to widen his own. He&amp;nbsp;wondered if this was going to turn into&amp;nbsp;one of those awkward&amp;nbsp;I-have-a-bigger-grin-and-thus-am-more-polite moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Takahashi backed off the front desk entirely, turning her attention to her clipboard. &quot;Come on then! Let&apos;s start.&quot; She waved him towards one of the side hallways connected to the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou nodded obediantly, trailing after her. He was really only half-listening to her speech about the center, most of his attention was on the building itself. The paint colour had deepened as they gradually moved further into the center, to a nice sort of steel blue. And instead of the carefully realistic still-life paintings that hung in the lobby, assorted pieces of art were pinned crookedly to the walls. Photos, oil paints, line sketches; Shou realized that they must&apos;ve been done by the&amp;nbsp;kids here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;This program, in particular,&quot; Takahashi raised her voice and Shou started, round eyes snapping to her face. He had a sinking feeling that she knew he hadn&apos;t been listening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;This program in particular is a sort of outreach activity. Many of the students we help here&amp;nbsp;understandably become a bit&amp;nbsp;withdrawn and a bit isolated, so we began this volunteer program as a way to sort of broaden their horizons. Make them try new things and be social. We&apos;ll pair you up with a student, and what we&apos;d like you to do is visit them and just talk, really.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So, like...be their friend?&quot; Shou tilted his head in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, exactly. Of course, we don&apos;t really refer to it as such, they&apos;re sort of sensitive...&quot; Takahashi lowered her voice conspiratorially. &quot;But you get the gist.&quot; Shou nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, here we are.&quot; Takahashi straightened, her voice going back to its normal pitch. They stopped before an open door, and she extended an arm as to point him inside. &quot;That&apos;s the common room, where most of the students hang out in their spare time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly anxious again, Shou took careful steps to the entrance of the room, his upper teeth resting on his bottom lip out of habit. He quickly scanned the room, and an involuntary look of surprise crossed his face. He&apos;d known that it was a &quot;teen&quot; center, certainly, but somehow he&apos;d still imagined little kids, maybe around ten or so. Especially with Takahashi&apos;s description of his role. But the students lounging around in the large common room were all&amp;nbsp;at least fifteen; most were his age, with a few here and there that seemed even older. Shou wondered if it was too late to back out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Come in!&quot; Too late. Takahashi beckoned him, having already crossed the doorway. Warily, Shou followed, standing beside her as she surveyed the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You know...I think I&apos;ll pair you with Shinji, for now. Of course, if there&apos;s any difficulties, you can let me know and I&apos;ll see what&apos;s to be done. But for now, &quot; she jerked her head, walking over to where a dark-haired youth sat absorbed in a thick, English novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou hesitated, and then taking a deep breath followed, wiping his sweaty hands surreptitiously on his pants. This Shinji looked a few years older than himself, with a long solem face and dark hair that brushed his collar. He was probably taller than Shou too. The blond boy licked his lips nervously, noticing how large Shinji&apos;s hands were on his book, and how long his fingers were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shinji. Shinji-kun.&quot; Takahashi called softly, and the dark-haired boy&apos;s eyes flickered upwards. They first met Takahashi&apos;s gaze, and then landed on Shou. A frown immediately formed on his face. This didn&apos;t really hearten Shou; he only managed a weak smile and a half-wave in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shinji.&quot; Takahashi said reprovingly, as though knowing his thoughts. Turning to Shou, she held a hand out towards the youth. &quot;This is Amano Shinji - &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tora.&quot; The boy cut in brusquely, dark eyes narrowed and still glaring at Shou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takahashi nodded, visibly suppressing an eyeroll. &quot;Yes, well, this is Shou. Get to know each other. Play nice.&quot; She warned, a firm expression Shou hadn&apos;t seen before settling over her friendly face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I told you I didn&apos;t want any part of your new program.&quot; Tora said quietly. The words were even and calm, but there was a suppressed irritation - anger even - that made Shou greatly regret coming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nonsense.&quot; Takahashi&apos;s frown deepened. &quot;You are going to talk to Shou-kun here, who&apos;s been nice enough to come, and you are going to be polite.&quot; Turning to Shou, her smile returned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;He takes some getting used to, Shou-kun, but he&apos;s a nice boy.&quot; She placed a comforting hand on Shou&apos;s shoulder, and with one final warning glance at Tora, excused herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon, Shou found himself alone with this dark, brooding youth, who seemed perfectly content to just sit there and &lt;em&gt;stare&lt;/em&gt; at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Um. Hi?&quot; He sank his teeth into his lower lip, attempting a friendly expression. It was probably ruined by the way his brow was furrowed in worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Tora&apos;s gaze shifted back to his book. &lt;em&gt;Okay&lt;/em&gt;, Shou thought to himself, a little miffed at the other&apos;s rudeness for all his trepidation. Sighing, he stepped a bit closer and took a seat on the chair next to Tora. Bringing a bright smile to his face, he faced Tora with the intention to start fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hi! I&apos;m Shou. Amano-kun, is it?&quot; Shou held out his hand jauntily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tora.&quot; The boy immediately said, not looking up from his novel. Shou&apos;s face fell slightly, and he slowly lowered his hand, resting it on the table. Taking a deep breath, he looked upwards again. He was not going to give up and let this sulking excuse for a troubled teen to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So it&apos;s my first time at this center. What about you? Do you come here alot? I have to admit, I don&apos;t really know what you&apos;re supposed to do here. Takahashi-san probably told me during the tour, but I wasn&apos;t really listening. Don&apos;t tell, okay? She&apos;s really nice.&quot; What had started as a forced conversation soon snowballed into real curiousity. Not really caring if Tora answered back or not, Shou was content to talk aloud to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I was distracted by the art in the hallway. You guys did that, right? It&apos;s really nice,&amp;nbsp;much nicer than the boring stuff they have in the lobby. You know what, Tora-kun? You should get those still-lifes taken down, and have your stuff put up instead. Hey, did you actually do any of the art that&apos;s up? You probably did, huh? You look sort of artistic. In a gloomy way.&quot; Shou slapped his hand over his mouth, his cheeks reddening immediately. Once again, his thoughts had gotten away from him and made him look like a blathering idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;N -&amp;nbsp;not to say you&apos;re gloomy, Tora-kun!&quot; He stuttered, waving his hands. &quot;No, you&apos;re really cheerful and er...not...gloomy.&quot; He trailed off lamely, wincing at his blatant lie. It would be best if Tora hadn&apos;t heard him at all. He probably hadn&apos;t. He was so absorbed in that book of his. A thought struck Shou, and he glanced downwards to better glimpse the foreign title written on the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/em&gt;.&quot; He spelled out slowly to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book slammed down on the table between him and Tora, and Shou looked up, eyes widened in shock. His lips parted silently, speechless at the look of dark fury in the other&apos;s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shut. The. Hell. Up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dear-whimsy.livejournal.com/4421.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Previous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to have Miyavi in this fic, but now I&apos;m not sure. What characters would you guys prefer? Would it be better if I stuck with alice nine. members first? Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was updated freakishly fast. D= Totally won&apos;t be able to keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 00:51:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tora/Hiroto - A Morning After [1/1]</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; A Morning After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt; neiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings: &lt;/b&gt; ToraxHiroto [alice nine.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre: &lt;/b&gt; uhm… fluff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overall Rating: &lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt; unbeta’ed’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt; unfortunately I own just their CDs and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt; “sleeping in one bed with your best friend and band mate isn’t something worth fussing about, right?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes: &lt;/b&gt; My first fanfic in English ever, so comments are highly appreciated (^__^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://nei-ya.livejournal.com/673.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;(It&apos;s all because of the movies)&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 22:05:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>THERAPY .o1 [ TORA xx SHOU ]</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; dear_WHIMSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairings:&lt;/strong&gt; alice nine. - ToraxShou, MiyavixShou, MiyavixTora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratings:&lt;/strong&gt; PG so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; AU, angst, romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/b&gt; Shou has to volunteer at a teen help center.&amp;nbsp;Tora has to put up with having a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; First jrock fanfic, la~ Not x-posted anywhere. First time posting here. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;To obtain a high school diploma, all students need to devote a certain amount of time to community service. Just like most of his classmates, Shou had entered his senior year with exactly zero of the required&amp;nbsp;hours. Unlike most of them however, he had continued to put it off until now, five months before graduation. And it still had&amp;nbsp;only been with much prodding from his guidance counsellor that he found himself standing in front of the school bulletin board. His large eyes scanned the pocked board, but there were few flyers still up. Few options to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;His full lips turned down in a frown. His counsellor had recommended for him to find something long-term, but all that was&amp;nbsp;remained&amp;nbsp;on the board were&amp;nbsp;hour-long services, stuff that invariably&amp;nbsp;involved tutoring or&amp;nbsp;animal-sitting. Tutoring&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;probably couldn&apos;t do. Animal-sitting...Shou sighed, glancing downwards, and&amp;nbsp;his eyes caught on an advertisement he hadn&apos;t noticed before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The ragged sheet was pinned to the very corner of the board, printed on faded purple paper. The edges were curled and stained, making it difficult to read the small text. Shou reached over and tugged the paper from the board, the frayed edges giving way easily. He skimmed the flyer quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WANT TO HELP YOUR&amp;nbsp;FELLOW STUDENTS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between the ages of 16 and 25? In need of community service hours? Like making new friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS IS THE PLACE FOR YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Right Way Teen Center needs people like YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contact Yamaguchi at XXX-XXX-XXXX for more information.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Shou snorted. Right Way Teen Center? It sounded like a rehab center, one of those places for &quot;troubled teens&quot;; for those kids who&amp;nbsp;screwed up their own lives with drugs and early pregnancies. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better than nothing.&lt;/em&gt; He decided, and folding the paper, shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;Yamaguchi speaking&lt;/em&gt;.&quot; The call connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hi. I&apos;m calling about the volunteer position?&quot; Shou bounced his knee up and down, feeling strangely nervous. It was just community service. His fingers tangled themselves in the phone cord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;Volunteer position...Oh, for the Community Outreach program at Right Way?&lt;/em&gt;&quot; There was a sound of rustling papers, and for a second Shou hoped he would be told that it was full, or no longer in effect. He had no idea how long that flyer had been up, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;Here we go. Yes, at Right Way. They&apos;re still looking for help. Would you like to arrange an interview?&lt;/em&gt;&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou hesitated. It was his last chance to back out. But he&apos;d promised his counsellor that he&apos;d have something by Monday... &quot;Yes, thank you.&quot; He finally said, reaching for a pen and tugging his math homework closer to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;em&gt;How&apos;s tomorrow at noon?&lt;/em&gt;&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou quickly scribbled the address and time over rows of trigonometry problems, occasionally nodding and &quot;uh-huh&quot;-ing. He clicked the pen shut decisively, hanging up at the same time. He stared at his defaced homework, wondering why he felt vaguely nervous. He suddenly realized he had no idea what the position was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&apos;ll find out tomorrow, I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Wow...this was about a billion years shorter than my usual&amp;nbsp;chapters. Lyke, srsly. Oh well. I&apos;m just writing it for fun, and this seemed like a nice place to end. xP&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <title>Prince Hours Chapter 3</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Pirnce&lt;strike&gt;ss&lt;/strike&gt; Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;: tomaogurix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: Unrated (undecided)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: KaixAoi NamixSagaxShou??? ToraxKai (past) KaixUruha (onesided) NamixTora???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING&lt;/b&gt;: none at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: Sadly i do not own these lovely men. i think they&apos;re all hot. but i do not own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: What has happend tothe rich kid gang?!?! And what&apos;s up with Tora and Porn magazines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted&lt;/b&gt;: aliceinloveland jrockfanfics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MENTIONS&lt;/b&gt;: the GazettE, alice nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Prince Hours chapter 3&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh my god...&quot; Nami said in disbelief. We couldn&apos;t believe this picture that was in front of us. We were speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What happend?!&quot; I asked. Shou, Saga, and Uruha had black eyes and bruises on their faces. Nao and Hiroto&apos;s clothes&lt;br /&gt;were messed up from trying to break up what ever had happend. Lastly Aoi had a semi-swollen lip and a small bruise on his cheek. Reita on the other hand was perfectly fine. Well of course. He&apos;s the toughest and strongest out of all of us. But his small &lt;br /&gt;flaw is that h e hates his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We got into a fight...&quot; The six that were hurt said together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Baka...&quot;Nami said going up to Shou first, examining his &quot;wounds&quot;. &quot;You okay Shou? What about you Saga?&quot; She said &lt;br /&gt;turning to Saga ruffling his hair. Saga and Shou looked at each other in confusion then back at Nami.&lt;br /&gt;Their faces had the &quot;Is she crazy?&quot; look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over the Reita and Aoi to ask what had happend but i could tell that Aoi was embarrassed because when I&lt;br /&gt;stood right next to him he turned away and lit a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Okay. What exactly happen..? And stop smoking! Do you want to die at an early age?!&quot; I asked Reita then took&lt;br /&gt;the cigarette out of Aoi&apos;s mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey!&quot; He shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, when you three left Aoi and Uruha told Shou and Saga to apologize yo Nami sincerely. But they refused , so&lt;br /&gt;that&apos;s when everything got like this.&quot; Reita said laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ah. I see. Well we better fix things up. BUT - After my sister makes her announcement!!&quot; I yelled smiling looking&lt;br /&gt;back at my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Eh?&quot; She looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Say it already!&quot; Everyone had their eyes glued on Nami expecting her to say what she was supposed to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;EH.....?!&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;COME ONE ALREADY!&quot; just spill! It&apos;s fine with all of us!.&quot; Hiroto whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;OKay! Okay! I&apos;ve been pressured into a decision. So when i was up on the rook to think about things and I&apos;ve chosen.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve picked the guy that I like.&quot; She stood up and stretched. Saga, Shou, Nao, Hiroto, Uruha, and Aoi&apos;s mouths dropped open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;NANI?!&quot; They yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes. You heard me. So do you guys want to know? &quot; She asked. They boys nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ahem. Good afternoon boys. and hello there Master Kai and Miss Nami. Doing well?&quot; It was Father and Grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oji-san. Otou-san...&quot;Me and my sister said and bowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good afternoon headmasters..&quot; The rest of the guys said and bowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please. Just call us what Kai and Nami call us. We&apos;re all like family. Kai, Nami don&apos;t forget you two have royal practice &lt;br /&gt;after school. Being Prince and Princess isn&apos;t all fun and games. Don&apos;t forget that.&quot; Otou-san said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Eh?! You&apos;re royalty?!&quot; Hiroto and Nao turned towards me wide-eyed. I nodded in truth. But&amp;nbsp; I wasn&apos;t the only royalty out of the &lt;br /&gt;group. Aoi, Saga, Shou, and Tora were too. But me and my sister have much higher status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hai Otou-san...&quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good. Well we&apos;ll just leave everyone to do what they were doing. We&apos;ll be in the office if you need anything.&quot; Oji-san said and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Bye.&quot; We all bowed when we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So Kai. That means you&apos;re a prince?&quot; Nao asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And don&apos;t forget me! I&apos;m a princess though i hate it.&quot; Nami mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeah. But i thought i already told you guys this already.&quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nope. At least i don&apos;t think so.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Okay! Okay! just tell us who you like before Oji-san and Otou-san got here and interrupted all of us!&quot; Aoi said scratching &lt;br /&gt;his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Eh?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;COME ON!&quot; All of us shouted at her causing her to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Okay! Geez! Just don&apos;t do&amp;nbsp; that to me@ All of you know that i hate being scared like that. Well if you want to know so badly &lt;br /&gt;the guy I like is -&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Authors Note&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;: Sorry if it&apos;s short again! i really hurried because my brother rushed me to get off of the computer!&lt;br /&gt;BAH! he sucks right now. so yeeah.&lt;br /&gt;how&apos;d you like this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;i know this story sucks it might not even last long in chapters.&lt;br /&gt;the max chapters i&apos;m thinking about is about 10. idk for sure yet. i don&apos;t have everything written out yet so yeeah&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 might be up next if not&lt;br /&gt;all you &lt;u&gt;My &lt;strike&gt;GIRL&lt;/strike&gt; Boy&amp;lt;3&lt;/u&gt; fans out there are going to get chapters 10-14!(:&lt;br /&gt;excited now? ahaha i&apos;m excited too.&lt;br /&gt;NOT BETA-READ! sorry again if there are monro mistakes and such like that.&lt;br /&gt;Well byeee, i&apos;m done for now.&lt;br /&gt;plus my fingers hurt[x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;thank you minna-sama -tomaogurix&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 04:04:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Prince Hours chapter 2</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Prince&lt;strike&gt;ss&lt;/strike&gt; Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;: tomaogurix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: unrated (undecided)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: KaixAoi NamixSagaxShou KaixUruha(one-sided)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING&lt;/b&gt;: none for now since nothing really has happend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: Sadly i do not own these lovely men. i think they&apos;re all hot. but i do not own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: Who does Nami pick? and will Kai ever tell Aoi how he feels?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted&lt;/b&gt;: aliceinloveland jrockfanfics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MENTIONS&lt;/b&gt;: the GazettE, alice nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Prince Hours chapter 2&quot;&gt;&quot;Nani?! You chose him?!&quot; We say looking at my (well i think) insane sister. My sister nodded and smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So are you going to tell him? Or not?&quot; Tora asked her wide-eyes. Nami nodded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Eh? What? NOW?!&quot; I&apos;m freaking out here! This went by so fast! Then again i&apos;m happy for her. But she barely has any &lt;br /&gt;relationship experience besides the past arranged marriage. But that doesn&apos;t really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey! If you two do end up together, he better take real good care of you!&quot; I said walking down the stairs towards &lt;br /&gt;the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nii-chan, so you&apos;re really okay with it?&quot; I mean you don&apos;t mind?&quot; She said hugging me. I stopped and looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Of course! You were okay with me going out with Tora and now me liking Aoi. So it&apos;s fine.&quot; I smiled and began walking &lt;br /&gt;towards the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped again but this time i didn&apos;t turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m burning that Tora so hand it over once we get into the classroom.&quot; I said and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Aw man....&quot; I heard Tora whine and then started cursing to himself. &quot;One last look? Pleease?&quot; He pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Fun suck...&quot; Tora stuck out his tongue at me. It was quiet on the way back to the class room.&lt;br /&gt;That meant the three of us were thinking about what would happen when Nami choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oi! You three sure are quiet. Namichii, are youokay now?&quot; Ruki was leaning against the door of the classroom waiting &lt;br /&gt;for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hai! You know how I am.&quot; Nami smiled. &quot;Hey it&apos;s quiet in there. Did something happen?&quot; She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Uhh...I think all three of you should look rather than me telling you...&quot;Ruki said as if he was getting yelled at when he was 6.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us looked at each other then opened the door together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh my god...&quot; Nami said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;TBC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Author&apos;s Notes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;: Okay i know this chapter is really short but i wasn&apos;t paying attention when &lt;br /&gt;i was writing it down &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; i was half-asleep.&lt;br /&gt;so how&apos;d you like it? i&amp;nbsp; know it sucks because barely anything exciting has happend so yeeah.&lt;br /&gt;NOT BETA-READ! Chapter 3 will be up shortly.&lt;br /&gt;Ja ne~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ccff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank minna-sama -tomaogurix&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 01:49:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title> Title: The Secrets About Sluts Chapter 4</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Title: The Secrets About Sluts&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;convicted_eyes&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://convicted-eyes.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://convicted-eyes.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;convicted_eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter: 4/?&lt;br /&gt;Genre: AU&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: ANGST and man on man sex, but you knew that was coming right?&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Aoi x Uruha, Tora x ??????&lt;br /&gt;Summary: What if Kai owned a Hooters restaurant, with j-rockers as the employees?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Don&apos;t own them, this never happened...sadly.&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note: Really sorry this took forever. I take a really long time writing smut scenes. But I hope you like it anyways!! I was proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://convicted-eyes.livejournal.com/2906.html?view=9818#t9818&quot;&gt;http://convicted-eyes.livejournal.com/2906.html?view=9818#t9818&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;NOTE FROM, ME, Dr3 Dr3...&lt;br /&gt;lately. and over the past few months, i have been extremely busy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and so far, i only got a few done, so far.&lt;br /&gt;but as far as ima concerning...&lt;br /&gt;ima WORK ON THE house of Dr3 fic..&lt;br /&gt;and ima post it...&lt;br /&gt;before thanksgiving or soo.&lt;br /&gt;ima having way too much problems lately, and my insomia isn&apos;t helping..&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;plz..dun hate me fans and fellow fanfic readers&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 17:26:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hues - Chapter 4/? [ToraxSaga]</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Hues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter:&lt;/b&gt; 4/?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;neo_tenshi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://neo-tenshi.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://neo-tenshi.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;neo_tenshi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band/Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; alice nine., ToraxSaga, ShouxHiroto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 (up to future R/NC-17?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; AU, language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Saga&apos;s a photographer whose artistic block gets a change to better in an unexpected way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;  I own nothing and no one and I&apos;m not making any money with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previous:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://disorder-haven.livejournal.com/21918.html&quot;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://disorder-haven.livejournal.com/22457.html&quot;&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://disorder-haven.livejournal.com/23449.html&quot;&gt; 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://disorder-haven.livejournal.com/23685.html&quot;&gt;Hues - Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Written for &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;30emotions&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/30emotions/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/30emotions/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;30emotions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, theme 27 - Solemnity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-posted to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jrockyaoi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrockyaoi/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/jrockyaoi/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jrockyaoi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;30emotions&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/30emotions/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/30emotions/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;30emotions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 13:04:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Lunacy Fringe 4/?</title>
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  <description>Title: Lunacy Fringe  &lt;br /&gt;Author : Mo and Saree (&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;kyokyon&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://kyokyon.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://kyokyon.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kyokyon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;acu_saree&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://acu-saree.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://acu-saree.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;acu_saree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)  &lt;br /&gt;Chapters: 4/?  &lt;br /&gt;Genre: AU, a flash of humor to Angst  &lt;br /&gt;Ratings: G to R  &lt;br /&gt;Pairings: ToraXAoi  &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: We dont own them.  &lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: Short Tempered Aoi met Indifferent Tora in Japanese Police Department  &lt;br /&gt;Note: The title took from The Used song, Lunacy Fringe  &lt;br /&gt;Feedback: Yes, please…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href=&quot;http://kyokyon.livejournal.com/22167.html&quot;&gt;Saga glanced to the door, staring into emptiness “If I gave you his name, he’s going to kill my lover” he looked up to Tora’s eyes “what will you say?”&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:17:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Made of Scars</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Title: Made of Scars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Authors: xme_chanx and Shirito_Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter:&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;1/?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Rating: PG-13 to NC-17&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Pairing: Tora x Saga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Genre: romance, angst, true setting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Warnings: the usual.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Disclaimer: seriously, they are people, who owns people? do you own people?? slavery was outlawed, but if it wasnt...we&apos;d have us some pretty asian boys! :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;Summary: In life we collect many cuts, some are deeper than most and can leave scars, but its not until we can rise above and move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;with our lives that we are truly healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: #444444; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;X-Posted: xme_chanx, Shirito_Ano, Aliceinloveland, SagaxShouxTora, xaliceninex&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Prologue here:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://xme-chanx.livejournal.com/30168.html&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#800080&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;http://xme-chanx.livejournal.com/30168.html&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Made of Scars&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Chapter 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Saga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Three pairs of eyes swivel to look at me as I re-enter the building. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“He isn’t coming.” I announce. “So, I guess whenever you guys are ready, we can go.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Eto, how about the usual Ramen shop?” Nao suggests. Shou and Hiroto both say a cheery “Hai!” I nod. I’m tired too, and want nothing more than to go home and have a glass of chardonnay before sleeping until tomorrow’s rehearsal, but I &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;want, no, &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; the feeling of camaraderie that going out with the band will bring. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The conversation is familiar, the usual after-chat filled with accounts of everything that occurred. Hiroto’s slightly upset because he thinks he bungled a chord or two during Velvet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Isn’t that part of the joy of live music? It’s spontaneous and real.” Shou says. “Besides, I think it was great, and didn’t notice that you messed up.” &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I nod my approval at Shou’s words before adding my own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Everyone screws up, Hiroto-kun. It’s how you pull out of it that counts. If you make a nasty face, everyone will know. If you smile and play it cool, they’ll be too busy fawning over you to notice one chord or whatever.” I quickly add, “Not that you should make a habit of it.”&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“You would make me very angry if you did less than your best habitually.” Nao says, narrowing his eyes and stroking his chin thoughtfully, looking about as threatening as a duckling. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;A waitress comes by and takes our orders. I’m having chicken ramen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;This place has the best food. I remember meeting Shou and Tora for the first time here, with Nao. Now I’m wondering if Tora’s already asleep, or if he really has something better to do. I kinda zone out through the rest of dinner, realizing how tired I am as we get ready to leave. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“See you tomorrow, Saga-kun!” Nao calls. Waving, I head to my apartment. &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;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;When I enter my apartment, Chiko is on the couch, looking disgruntled at me for having lights turned on. He blinks at me before closing his eyes again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Night Chiko.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Tomorrow is now the farthest thing from my mind, my pillow the closest. Dutifully, I forced myself to take a shower before allowing the pleasures of a soft mattress. I trudge into the bathroom, glaring at the harsh light as I flick on the electricity. After pulling a towel from the cabinet, I turn on the faucets, allowing my mind to drift over today’s occurrences as I let the water warm up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The live had gone off without a hitch, which was pleasing. The only thing that tainted the almost-perfection of the day was Tora’s absence at dinner. It wasn’t &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; without Tora. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I frown as I notice the water is far too hot. Turning down the heat, I stick my foot into the spray, sighing as I slip the rest of myself under the water. The heat and the pressure from the shower feel heavenly on my spent body. Being a musician and a sex god is harder than it looks. Drowsiness is pulling at the edges of my brain, so I soap up quickly, lathering my hair as I rinse my body. Sitting down to enjoy the therapeutic heat, I doze, waking when the water turns cold. I am &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;covered&lt;/i&gt; in goose bumps. And freezing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Yuck.” I mutter, climbing out of the shower and into the refuge of a large fluffy towel, shivering slightly. I walk to my bedroom, and even manage to slip on a pair of boxers before sliding into the covers and losing consciousness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;A horrible beeping fills my room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Kuso!” Rolling over, I smack the alarm hard, probably harder than is necessary. Now that I’m awake, I should probably get ready for practice, walk my dog, and do those necessary routine things that people do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Instead, I curl up in a ball for 10 more minutes until the damned machine beeps again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Finally dragging myself out of bed, I fish through my dresser to find a shirt, sliding it over my head before slipping into my jeans from yesterday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Since I’m only taking Chiko out right now, I don’t care how I look. But I quickly decide that I do and spend five minutes fixing my hair after washing my face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Grabbing my wallet, keys, and keitai, Chiko bounces off the couch and waits at the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Let’s go, Chiko!” I say, clipping his leash on. I made our walk short, because it’s getting close to time for practice, and I want to put in a bit more work on my appearance. While Chiko does his business, I buy myself a soda. I still don’t feel quite awake, a feeling that I hope fades before band practice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Chiko decides he’s had enough and drags me back to the apartment. When we enter, I unclip his leash and dives straight onto the couch. Lazy old dog. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I get to the building and see Tora outside smoking. I grin and wave at him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Ohayou, Tora-san.” I say, bowing slightly. He smiles a little and bows back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Ohayou, Saga-san.” He looks nice today, but tired. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Did you sleep well yesterday? Dinner wasn’t as fun without you.” I say honestly. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;His smile gets a little bigger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“I slept well, and I’m sorry you missed me at dinner.” I felt myself blush at his statement. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Ah, hai. I’ll see you inside.” I nod and enter the building. I look at Tora one last time. He looks so elegant against the city. I grin to myself as I make my way to the practice room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Ohayou!” Nao says as he walks in. He chucks his messenger bag by his drum set and sits down, checking the tightness of the cymbals and adjusting the drums. Since Nao’s here, I feel obligated to actually tune my bass and get ready. As I tune, Hiroto walks in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Ohayou!” Hiroto says with his huge smile. I nod and Nao says ohayou back. I’ve finished tuning my bass, now sitting with it in my lap staring absently at nothing when Tora walks in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Ohayou,” he says quietly. I realize I’m staring at him with a dopey grin of sorts when Hiroto pokes me with his foot. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Oi, Saga-sama, what are you staring at?” I look at him and frown. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“I’m not staring at anything. I was… meditating.” I raise my eyebrows and stare at him. He rolls his eyes and walks off to talk to Nao. We’re all ready and set up by the time Shou walks in. He’s got on sunglasses and is drinking soymilk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Ohayou, Shou-kun!” Nao calls. Shou waves and continues drinking until he’s emptied the small carton. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Ok, are we ready?” Shou asks, running the back of his hand over his mouth. Nao points his drumstick at Shou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Hajimaru yo!” Nao shouts, smiling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Anou, Nao-san, what song?” Shou asks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Number 6.” Nao’s favorite. Figures. We kick it off, playing the intro while Shou stands in front, tapping his foot. After playing Number 6, we run through Velvet, Blue Planet, Q., and Fantasy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;After running Q. twice, Nao allows us to take a break. I walk over to Tora, who is currently putting his guitar away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Want to go with me to Starbucks?” I ask, smiling my best Saga-sama smile. He looks like he wants to say no.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“I’ll buy and even get you a snack or something.” I bet that sounded needy. He quirks an eyebrow and smirks. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“I’ll go.” He says. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Nao-chan, We’ll be back.” Nao nodded in response. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;The walk to Starbucks was agonizingly silent, Tora seemed deep in thought, and I couldn’t produce anything of value to say. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Nice weather.” I remark, looking at Tora. He nods, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Thankfully, Starbucks’ are always close by, so the walk didn’t take too long. I hold open the door for him as we go in, smiling gallantly. Tora pulls of his sunglasses and looks over the menu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“I’d like a double shot.” I say, smiling at the barista. She blushes and I wonder if she knows who we are. I love being recognized. It makes me feel wanted.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tora orders coffee and we sit down to wait. The barista calls the name Sakamoto and I jump up to go get them. I return, handing Tora his coffee. He still looks out of it, like he’s bothered by something. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Are you ok?” I ask. He nods and takes a sip of his drink. His strong, silent thing is great, but I would love to know what is going on behind those eyes. He doesn’t really seem to want to talk so I leave him alone. Out of the corner of my eye I notice two western girls watching us. They keep whispering to each other and smiling at me. I wave and smile back. Tora watches, still silent. After a few more minutes, the girls walk over, looking quite shy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Anou, sumimasen. Saga-san desuka?” One asks. I nod and smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&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;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;MS Mincho&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;“Hai, Saga desu. Tora-san desu.” I gesture at Tora. The girls look thrilled, and ask if they can take their picture with us. I smile and say sure. They look so happy, just from a picture. The attention is nice; I don’t know why Tora looks uncomfortable. This is my raison de’etre. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 03:39:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Prince Hours Chapter 1</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Prince&lt;strike&gt;ss&lt;/strike&gt; Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;: tomaogurix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: unrated (like always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: KaixAoi (more coming soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING&lt;/b&gt;: none at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note&lt;/b&gt;: NEW FIC! YAAAY! I&apos;m glad pleease like it. OH it features the GazettE, alice nine., and KAT-TUN&lt;br /&gt;*Oh i play a character in this fic. can you guess whom?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: Sadly i do not own these lovely men. i think they&apos;re all hot. but i do not own them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: None at the moment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted&lt;/b&gt;: aliceinloveland jrockfanfics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MENTIONS&lt;/b&gt;: the GazettE, alice nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&amp;lt;3(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Prince Hours : Chapter 1&quot;&gt;There he goes again. Smoking in the class with Tora and Reita. They&apos;re sitting on my desk. Again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Kai-kun....KAI! Oi! are you even listening to me?!&quot; Ruki waved his hand in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hm? OH sorry. They&apos;re sitting on my desk again...Should I tell them to get off?&quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nah. Just leave them. We&apos;re all best friends- Oh wait. HE&apos;s sitting on it. AS much as you like him, you know Urupon &lt;br /&gt;likes you too.&quot; Ruki admitted. I knew Uruha liked me but i like someone else. We were in an empty cooking classroom. &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s where we always stay. This classroom is never used anyways. Since my gandfather andf ather are the school deans&lt;br /&gt;me and the guys plus my sister Nami get to do anything we want. Anyways we are all the rich kids out of all the students&lt;br /&gt;at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nii-chan. Nao...Is your cooking burning? Or is it outside because the guys already stopped smoking...&quot; Nami said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;eh?&quot; I looked up at my cooking. It IS burning! &quot;Oh SHIT!&quot; i quickly turned off the burners making sure it doesn&apos;t get&lt;br /&gt;burned even more. &quot;That was close. Sorry for ther scare!&quot; I smiled sheepishly. Everyone laughed and came up to get some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Weeee!&quot; Nao and Hiroto slam open the door and ran in with Saga and Shou folling right behind laughing at their idiotic friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Haha. Come and eat! The food is ready!&quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nii-chan...&quot; Naim says glumly and backs away behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know. I know...I&apos;ll take care of it. Don&apos;t worry. Oh and take this to Uruha. He&apos;s in a daze again.&quot; My sister nodded and took&lt;br /&gt;the tray of food to Uruha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey. Is your sister alright?She&apos;s awfully quiet today. It&apos;s not like her...I&apos;m worried.&quot; I&apos;ve could&apos;ve sworn that I felt my face go red. &lt;br /&gt;It was his voice. The voice that made me have butterflies in my stomach. it was Aoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Huh? Oh yeah. I&apos;m worried too. You saw what happend between Shou, Saga, and her. It&apos;s tough. And those two&lt;br /&gt;are the ones that started the rumors about her.They even called her a whore. Now that&apos;s just messed up.&quot; I said looking at &lt;br /&gt;my sister who woke up Uruha from his daze. I could tell she was crying. It&apos;s because Uuha is using his &lt;br /&gt;stupid charm act. Yeah...Uruha is a bisexual. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why are they hating on her again?&quot; Aoi asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Because she can&apos;t make up her mind on who she likes! She likes Shou AND Saga. Also Uruha likes her too. She&apos;s confused.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;i sighed. Aoi can be so dense sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ooh. Oh yeah! But still don&apos;t you think that that is kind of mean? Hating a person because they&amp;nbsp; can&apos;t make &lt;br /&gt;up their mind on who they like? Who does that?&quot; Aoi replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mhm.&quot; Apparently Reita, Tora, Ruki, Hiroto, and Nao were listening in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What the hell?! All of you butt out! NOW!&quot; I had a ladel in my hand and I&apos;m not afraid to use it. They know it too, so they backed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey whoreface. Suck anyones dick lately? Oh wait. You don&apos;t need to answer because it&apos;s already true!&quot; Shou and Saga&lt;br /&gt;started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shut up fatheads!&quot; She stood up but was slapped on the face knocking her to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;AWw...Are you going to cry to you big brother?&quot; Shou mocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey! Saga! Shou! You nkow better that to say things like that. So shut up will you?&quot; Thank god Tora hap stepped in. Shou and&lt;br /&gt;Sagahated Tora when he&amp;nbsp; got serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Look. Nami doesn&apos;t know if she likes you Shou, or you Saga. So stop messing with her or else I&apos;ll kill the both &lt;br /&gt;of you. Got it?&quot; Tora picked my sister off of the floor and carried her piggyback style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Gomen Tora...&quot;Shou and Saga said together. I knew they were lying though. Tora was more like a big brother (better than me) &lt;br /&gt;to Nami than a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tora. Let&apos;s go on the roof. We need to talk. Just the three of us,&quot; I undid my apron and reassured everyone it&apos;s fine. &lt;br /&gt;How did something about me turn into my sister?! damn this is fair. She&apos;s just an attention grabber. Oh well i love her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Alright...Let&apos;s go.&quot; Tora said opening the door and walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ Up on the roof ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&quot;You okay?&quot; Tora asked setting down my sister on a long bench. My sister nodded and wiped a tear away from her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Here. I knew something might&apos;ve went down today so i prepared your favorite. Chicken flavored ramen with rice.&lt;br /&gt;Eat okay?&quot; I said handing her the bowl of food and chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Arigatou Nii-chan. Toranii-san. I&apos;ve been bottling things up haven&apos;t I?&quot; She smiled and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes. You are. But you reallt can&apos;t decide can you?&quot; I said sitting right next to her and putting my heart around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well&amp;nbsp; I really don&apos;t like Uruha that much. That&apos;s for sure. So it becomes between Shou and Safa. Both are really&lt;br /&gt;good friends and if I choose either it might break their friendship! And I don&apos;t want that to happen...&quot; She whined as she ate. &lt;br /&gt;I looked toward Tora but he was to busy reading some sort of magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hmm...i do have a spare spoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I threw the spoon I had right at Tora&apos;s head and it directly his him on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know you&apos;re reading porn Tora. So you better put it away before I burn it on the stove and then make you eat it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I said trying to hide my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;NO! You wouldn&apos;t dare!&quot; He turned around in protest. &lt;i&gt;So he IS reading porn...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh. I would.&quot; I replied back. Me and my sister broke out laughing. Nami then stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Enough of this! I&apos;ve chosen!&quot; She said finishing up her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Eh?&quot; Tora and I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You heard me. I&apos;ve made my choice. I choose- &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Okaay So how&apos;d you like my new fic.please be gentle i have My &lt;strike&gt;GIRL&lt;/strike&gt; Boy&amp;lt;3 chapters waiting to be typed but&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s hard when i have 3 chapters for this fic waiting too so yeeah it&apos;s going to be on a off. NOT BETA-READ!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it&apos;s short! Well anyways it&apos;s almost my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SURPRISE ME&lt;/b&gt; YEEAH? Oh does anyone know where on lj i can get the GazettE and alice nine moodthemes? particularly&lt;br /&gt;Shou, Ruki, Kai, Saga, Hiroto, and Aoi? cause i love all of them to deeath(:&lt;br /&gt;well hope you like. ONTO CHAPTER 2! &lt;br /&gt;BTW CHAPTERS IS MUCH SHORTER THAN THIS![x&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. well pleease leave some comments(; i&apos;d really appreciate them&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;thank you minna-sama -tomaogurix&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Ruri no Ame -alice nine.</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 00:44:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Proposal Daisakusen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;foughtnwon_one&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://foughtnwon-one.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://foughtnwon-one.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;foughtnwon_one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rated:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme:&lt;/b&gt; Drama, Romance, AU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;  Saga x Shou – Nao x Hiroto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band:&lt;/b&gt; alicenine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Saga is obstinate and unskilled in love, but he has fallen for lively and cheerful  Shou, who is about to get married to another. While attending the wedding ceremony, a sudden time slip sends the Saga back in time, giving him a second chance to do it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt;  The plot is from the Japanese Drama, Proposal Daisakusen. So don’t be surprised if things look familiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; own any member of alicenine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-Posted:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jrock_yaoi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; font-weight: bold;&apos;&gt;jrock_yaoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&quot;Proposal Daisakusen&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001: &lt;i&gt;Proposal Daisakusen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt; “The key that opens the door to a miracle can be in any person’s hand. It’s simply that people who realize this fact are but a precious few. Miracles that can change fate do not arrive quickly. By thinking that you want something to change, by that small step…Someday… the door to a miracle will open.”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Shou-kun, I wonder if you ever stopped to look at the flowers. I wonder if maybe that is what will give you inspiration. Your last words were lovely, but everything you write seems to be sad. I wonder if you would like to stop to admire the flowers. The pedals are soft and like velvet. Your lips, soft like velvet. I wonder if I give you inspiration. Have you ever tried to move without thinking, Shou? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I have thoughts of moving with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Saga, what do you think you’re doing now?” I shake my head, because I really don’t know what else to do anymore and yet, to your curiosity, I am suddenly doing everything. You seem to notice everything.  The things that don’t need to be noticed, other than what needs to be noticed, why can’t you see it? I sigh loudly, “I’m thinking.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You tease me. “Are you in love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Just like you push me… There’s the fear that I might just tell you, the things that I’m too scared to say. Lately I haven’t been caring, have you noticed that too? Of course not, you’re so naïve, you act so oblivious to this world, as if time itself stands still for you, and like reality resides somewhere else, because Shou’s world is Shou’s world. There’s always room left for magic, isn’t there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Does it matter if I’m in love?” I stand up, cutting off any sort of answer – while looking him over, the suit he is to be married in is white.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He looks perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He does a slow spin, “How do I look?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My response is a shrug, where he playfully nudges me and asks me to be honest. I could never be honest, could never admit what I wanted to say, could never be anything like you wanted, could I? But I do this for you and for my sake, with these next few words: “You’ve always looked beautiful. You’re…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tora walks in, “Are you ready?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Of course I am!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So eager, Shou, too eager to give yourself away with that kind smile pressed against your lips. I want to ask you to slow down, to not smile like this is all you’ve wanted, that maybe a small part of you wanted to be with me. But again, this causes me to laugh; because there’s no way that god would have given you to me. If it’s something I want, it’s something that I will never have and today is proof of it. You, who haven’t made a sour face, just give me one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Please, have some regrets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxxxxxxxxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Baka…Grab this!” I’m pulled back my Tora, asking me to hold the rest of the filming equipment. Why did I agree to help capture this memory for him? For Shou and his bride, why would I be stupid enough to agree to such a thing when I knew that it would hurt too much? I suddenly start to feel sick as the ceremony starts and they join together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “And thus, groom… and bride Yoshida Rei’s marriage ceremony will now begin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Shou was always near me…I had what was like an infinite amount of time to express my feelings… And so, I might have always been looking for the absolute best moment to confess my feelings…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     “Or for poorer…To love… to honor…to comfort… to assist…until death do you part?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I look on, still hoping that something will turn this around, that maybe he’ll realize that the woman in front of him isn’t the person he wants at all. Then he says it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Yes, I do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “The bride…Yoshida Rei…Will you obey the teachings of God? In sickness and in health…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;“The person to marry is not the person you love the most, but instead the person you love second-most. There are supposedly people who say that sort of thing and look pleased with themselves. But whether the person you’re dating is the person you love second-most…Who can figure that out? However…One thing is for certain. When it comes to the partner you’ll love the most in all your life…When you decide to part with that person, exactly at that very moment-“&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Yes, I do.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;i&gt;“You realize it was that person. But it’s too late.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;      “And now, the exchange of rings. Please turn to face each other.” &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Today, Shou will marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “And now, with your vows, you share a kiss.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He raises her veil, looking at her like she’s the only one who exists in this room, in this world – the distance between them closing in as he rests his hands on each side of her arms, and pulls her to him. Today, the person I love most in the world…will marry another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxxxxxxxxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        “Everyone please gather together for a picture!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       “How do I look?” She laughs while placing her hand on his, my eyes catching his laughter when he tells her that she looks stunning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I have news for her… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Ne, Saga…please move a little bit over. Hiroto-kun is small.“  I hate weddings, I hate the people, I hate the rush and the activities, and I hate how everyone smiles. Am I supposed to act so calm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Ah, there we go! Thank you… Here we go. Cheese!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “I too will absolutely get married this year.”&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Hiroto sighs, “And so I said, get married to me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Tora laughs, “Started again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “This time I’m super, super, super serious, though.” I look over at Nao, never seeing him so eager to do anything, with anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hiroto jumps, “Every time I’m super, super, super serious!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Man,” Tora nods, “… you guys are similar.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       “Don’t put us in the same group!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I look over at my energetic friend, “Um, you got nobody to marry.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Oh! Hey! Me!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “And so, look properly…” Nao begins walking off. “Date properly and within the year, a wedding ceremony.” Where Hiroto marches off to, standing in front of the taller man, “I’ll give you all of those things!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Really, it’s okay. I’ll pass.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “It’s not a thing you hold back on!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “It’s not something to get married over either, is it?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Eh?!” Hiroto’s face… was surely priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “’Cause I don’t wanna get married as charity…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Ah! That hurts.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “And so for today I prepared a secret weapon…” Nao searches through his small bag, taking out one of his work cards with his name and number on it. “Ta-da! Made by special order.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Food coordinator?!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I sigh, looking over at his proud face, “You’re part-time at a family restaurant. And you pretty much just stop by the kitchen, yeah?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Look… I coordinate the food…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Okay,” I laugh. “So, that is a swindle.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Kind of on the edge, isn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxxxxxxxxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      An hour later, the reception room seemed to be the last place where I wanted to be. With those two sitting together, with Hiroto trying to be with Nao, and Tora, who knows all too well about the feelings I have and will always have towards Shou. So, I decided to go outside and smoke a cigarette, wallowing in my own self pity, throwing myself one of those parties where you desperately search for how much you’re better off, except it never came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Professor… Congratulations on your wedding.” That’s what I was welcomed back to the room with, how successful Shou’s wife is. I had become a simple working man, selling products that no one will ever use, working for a man who always complains about his family, but she… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “What do you think?” Shou walks out in front of my view, smiling as he opens up the sides of his white jacket. “I want an honest answer this time.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I don’t answer, causing him to walk towards me, gushing like he was excited about how rude I was being. “It’s awesome; you were probably surprised, huh?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I tease you, because hopefully you’re still mine to tease. “The suit is matchlessly handsome, but I don’t know about the all-important groom…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “You know… if you say that sort of thing, you’ll never get married.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “That’s my business.” &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      “Oh, right!” He just remembered something. “I’m looking forward to your speech.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I hold out my hand. “It’s a little early, but there is a fee…”    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      “Tightwad!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Yeah,” I stick up my thumb in that good-guy pose, smiling when he raises his own hand – mimicking me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Yeah.”    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Shou!” He’s called over and away from me, leaving me there alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxxxxxxxxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “And now, a close friend of the groom’s from elementary school…In addition, he was a student of the bride’s during his college years. Saga…I believe you have a word or two for us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I wanted an anvil to fall down right on top of my head, to take me out, to kill me. And that too never came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Nao claps loudly, “Break a leg, man.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I slowly begin walking up to the front of the room, my heart in my ears – this heart in the wrong place. Like the sky without her clouds, like the wind without her trees, like the moon without her illumination. These words go without their meaning, because I’m not happy and I don’t feel like congratulating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Shou-san, Rei-san…Congratulations on your marriage.“ I bow, seeing his smile. “I’ve been a classmate of Shou’s since elementary school. We were together for most of our time as students. Yesterday, when I opened up our elementary school graduation album, under the ‘dream of the future’ column, he had written, ‘I want to become a cute groom’. Well, whether or not he’s cute now is in serious doubt, but-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I hear Hiroto from the back, “He’s super cute!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “You don’t say that!” I sigh, “At any rate…His dream from those years was fulfilled, as a friend that makes me very happy. Things like, at lunch time, laughing so hard milk came out of our noses…Or on a school field trip, taking the wrong bus and the panic that followed…Or being a conductor at a choral concert, but putting too much force into it and falling off the stage…He has his failings as well, but…He always thinks of those around him, making himself secondary…Even during hard times, he doesn’t let his smile fade. Anyway, more than anyone, he thinks of his friends. I guess what I’m saying is that the times we spent together were incredibly fun. Incredibly…”  Suddenly, it seemed like I was going to cry. The sight of Shou in his wedding suit was just too real for me.  “Sincerely, I suppose…Congratulations. I wish you many years of happiness.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      And as they clapped, I felt pieces of myself crumble and truly fade away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxxxxxxxxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Please direct your attention to the slideshow. This slideshow was produced from the heart by the best friend of the groom, Nao-san and another friend of the groom, Tora-san, currently employed with a visual-arts production company.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Looking on, pictures of a small baby boy filled the screen, mostly goofy ones. Shou was always clumsy and these pictures of him falling or being messy, they make me cherish him more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt;- In third grade, he switched schools - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘I just came to this school. My name is Shou. Nice to meet you.’&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He came over and sat in the empty desk next to mine. I could only look at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      “Hey, Saga… The dirty one is you, right?” Hiroto points to a photo, the one with the both of us painting each other’s faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I nodded, remembering it, “Oh yes that was me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      He was right next to me all that time… Why am I not next to him now? Why are we so far? I finish the last of my beer and head over back towards the bar, asking for another. I realize that I won’t be going anywhere and sit down, I wouldn’t wander far from the bar. I need it. Turning around, I’m faced with the next picture, not wanting to see it – the picture of us starting out in baseball. He was our manager.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In the end, I couldn’t do anything for Shou. I couldn’t make him laugh, I couldn’t make him happy, and I couldn’t even properly tell him how I feel. That picture of us with the sparklers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Again and again, the weak-willed me of the past is projected on that screen…And I’ve become extremely angry with myself. I turn, asking for another drink, the third drink, before facing back towards the screen, standing up and taking a few steps closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt;- The group that struggled together senior year - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Another baseball picture, the losing game, and the very last game. That time, for the first time, I saw Shou cry in frustration. That time, too, I s