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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 17:50:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic] Katekyo Hitman Reborn! 59L: Changing Diapers</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Changing Diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;Gokudera x Lambo (59L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Type: &lt;/b&gt;Crack + Gen + Drabble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;infringe&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://infringe.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://infringe.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;infringe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for helping me with grammar check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicated to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;iniquiti&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://iniquiti.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://iniquiti.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;iniquiti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who was lamenting on how there weren&apos;t enough Gokudera x Lambo fics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stupid cow! Stop squirming and get over here!” Gokudera shouted with the safety pin still in his mouth.  Lambo was crying, no, wailing as he sat on the baby diaper changer because he had just wet his clean-spanking-new cowprint Bovino brand pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuck this!” Gokudera shouted in desperation.  He hit the baby Lambo on the head and yelled again in frustration, “Stop crying! And for pete’s sake, shut up!”  It wasn’t as if the great Storm Guardian of the powerful Vongola Familgia wanted to change diapers.  But Mrs. Sawada went to go grocery shopping and he couldn’t let Tenth change the diapers! No fucking way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lambo did stop crying.  He looked up at the silver-haired boy with tears welling up in his eyes. Then the baby hiccupped. He tested his whimpers to see how they sounded. And then finally, he started wailing again – even louder this time to the dismay of the young fourteen-year-old Guardian of the Storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Gokudera Hayato, the Right-hand man of the Great Tenth of Vongola Familigia, finally had enough and snapped.  He busted out his multiple dynamites he had just cleaned last night from the secret folds of his clothing, and was about to light them all up and stuff them in the mouth of that crying baby.  Realizing he’s being threatened, and because he just couldn’t take any more abuse, Lambo took out his Ten Years Bazooka from the secret storage inter-dimensional folds of his hair and blasted himself to the future; it had to be a better place than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokudera coughed as the smoke faded away.  Then the safety pin in his mouth dropped as he was faced with the ten-years-later Lambo Bovino, the Thunder Guardian of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Gokudera had met with adult Lambo many times previously, so seeing him wouldn’t be anything new.  The problem was that this time, Lambo was buck-nude, save for the diapers he was wearing, as he tried to shift and get out of the cramped diaper changer he was forced into when he came to the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah~ Good afternoon, Gokudera-shi.” Lambo said amiably, his face a bit flushed from the obvious embarrassment. “Goodness, I’ve come to the past again. What an awkward situation.” Lambo calmly said as he hugged himself so he had more room and buried his face into his knees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING DIAPERS?!” Gokudera blurted out loud, shocked beyond belief. “In fact, why the fuck are you naked?!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, you wouldn’t know right now huh, Gokudera-shi?” Lambo said as he peered through one eye, still trying to cover most of his nude body as much as possible. “Well, you should… perhaps in the future. Goodness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The fuck are you talking about?!” Gokudera exclaimed.  Lambo hung his head. He sure didn’t need a desolation bullet; he had one of his own right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I wet my pants again… and for punishment, you, Gokudera-shi, told me to clean the bathrooms squeaky clean in my diapers… so….” Lambo chuckled in embarrassment. Then all he said next was, “Goodness… what a predicament.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokudera was flabbergasted. “You… you…. You…!!!”  Gokudera stammered as he pointed at adult Lambo in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, five minutes were up. The baby Lambo was back.  He was holding a toothpaste…. and clearly, he was eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah! Look! I found this! It taste good! It’s Lambo-san’s!” Lambo said as he squeezed some more of the toothpaste to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokudera grabbed Lambo by the hair and dragged him towards the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuna stepped out of his room to see Gokudera dragging the crying baby Lambo to the restroom and shouted anxiously, “Gokudera-kun! What are you doing with Lambo?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokudera turned around in a huff and told his boss, “I’m getting him potty trained&lt;i&gt; right now!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 02:47:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic]: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: D18: 24 Hours of Hibari Kyoya... Or Not.</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story: &lt;/b&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;24 Hours of Hibari Kyoya... Or Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;D18 Dino x Hibari &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Type: &lt;/b&gt; Crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt;None. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;nymous_fic&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://nymous-fic.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://nymous-fic.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;nymous_fic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for helping me with grammar check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicated to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;arisuesei&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://arisuesei.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://arisuesei.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;arisuesei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^^ for giving me crack ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually Omake to another D18 fic, &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/26148.html&quot;&gt; with Dino&apos;s 24 hour daily life depicted on his birthday. &lt;/a&gt;But you don&apos;t have to read it to read this fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00-6:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock beeps. Before it finishes its first beep, Hibari crushes it with the tonfa that’s in his hand. Yes, he sleeps with the tonfa in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:16am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm clock next to the broken alarm clock dares to beep. Before it can finish its first beep, it gets crushed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about eleven broken alarm clocks, Hibari wakes up. He walks sort of... wobbly... towards the bathroom. Brushes his teeth, washes his face. After his face is washed, he’s more awake, and he fixes his extremely messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checks his watch as he puts on his uniform; makes sure that everything is straight and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari gets on his motorcycle, puts on his helmet and drives to school. It’s a cool breezy Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right. It’s Sunday morning and Hibari’s going to school. &lt;s&gt;You got a problem with that?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari comes to school, first person yet again to enter the building. (Though that’s not really hard on Sunday mornings… )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HALT!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because of the protests from many readers that we will not be able to see Hibari in a normal school setting, the writer agrees to continue the story on a weekday instead of a weekend. Geez, you demanding people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:20am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari stands at the gate, checking each student’s (and teacher’s) uniform to make sure they are properly worn.  All the students (and teachers and the vice principal and the principal, etc.) are extremely relieved as they survive their checkup unscathed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari closes the gate promptly as the second ticks. Gokudera is behind the gate and is threatening to blow it up if Hibari doesn’t open it, because his precious “Jyudaime” will be late for class. It seems they (including Yamamoto) overslept while studying for exams together. Hibari ignores them and marks them down for detention, to Tsuna’s dismay, Gokudera’s anger and Yamamoto’s casual smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45am &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari is in class; rather, he’s inspecting each class.  The phone sings the Namimori anthem.  It flickers the name, “Dino.” Hibari promptly presses the ignore button and the vibrate setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First class is over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During class, Hibari’s phone buzzes. It flickers the name “Dino” again. Hibari presses the ignore button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the phone buzzes again, Hibari turns it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Gym time. Everyone changes into their short gym uniforms.  As much as we’d all love to picture Hibari in cute gym clothes, Hibari refuses to mingle in sports activities.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time. Everyone makes a mad dash for the café to get their favorite bread.  Hibari’s already there with his disciplinary committee to try to fight back the crowd.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:25pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After biting everyone to death (including a few disciplinary committee members that were in the way of the tonfa and the target) Hibari relaxes as he eats his lunch on the rooftop.  He also feeds his Hibird.  He turns on the cell phone for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:45pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari walks around, patrolling the area for students skipping class. A few students still dared to defy his law… And they were apprehended immediately and promptly told that their behavior was unacceptable... with his tonfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:50pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari’s phone sings Namimori Anthem. The name it flickers is yet again, “Dino.” Hibari presses ignore again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:51pm-1:00pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino calls Hibari every minute until Hibari turns the phone off once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00pm &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari’s already at the gate as the students leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:15pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari’s at the council room, writing documents, signing papers, all for the sake of Namimori. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:40pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari remembers that his cell phone was turned off. He turns it back on. He has 35 messages. Pissed, Hibari clicks the voicemail on. He hears Dino&apos;s voice go, “Kyoya! Are you al–” Hibari clicks delete. Next message, “Kyoya! Are you –” Delete. Next message. “Kyoya! A – ” Delete. Next message. “Kyo – ” Delete. Next message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Hibari manually deletes each message one by one, the phone rings once more! Again the name it flashes is none other than… Dino.&lt;br /&gt;Hibari picks up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“KYOYA!!!!!!! ARE YOU AL –”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stop calling me!” Hibari yells at him before Dino can finish his sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino starts crying into the phone, “Thank gawd you’re safe. I thought you were kidnapped!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari’s angry vein popped. “Stop crying like a baby. Aren’t you an adult?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino sniffles a bit. “But, but you didn&apos;t pick up the phone Kyoya~~~~” Dino almost whines into the phone. Seriously, was this a man a Don of the Mafia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari sighs, still pissed, mind you, “Just because I did not pick up the phone does not mean I got kidnapped.” Hibari growls, even angrier that Dino would think he’s such a weakling. Getting kidnapped? Honestly. This is Hibari Kyoya, the Prefect of the Disciplinary Committee of Namimori we are talking about here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino stammers, “But… But… you are the one and only lover of the Don of the great Cavallone fam…” Beep -- Hibari hangs up again. This time, he tosses it in the trash. He’ll ask Tetsu for a new phone later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in Italy, Dino stares at his phone, dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino screams at top of his lung, “ROMARIO!!! GET THE AIRPLANE READY! KYOYA GOT KIDNAPPED!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:12:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic]: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: DFuuta: Le Petite Prince</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story: &lt;/b&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Le Petite Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;TYL Dino x Fuuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;R-15 for implied sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt;TYL arc, implied sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicated to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;festivewind&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://festivewind.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://festivewind.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;festivewind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Happy Birthday!!  XD  This is my first fic with implied sex instead of going all out. Wasn&apos;t sure how you would want it so I just left it implied instead of writing all of it ^^;;;; Enjoy? ^^;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Squadron B-612, move to the left wing, and Squadron A-325, come with me.” Dino ordered into the radio communicator.  Dino backed up against the crumbling wall, already half destroyed with constant bombardments of raining bullets and grenades.  The tiles on the floor were loose and already in rubbles. The once luxurious Italian mansion was slowly deteriorating into the forgotten castle.  Soon they’ll have to abandon this place, leaving behind many forgotten memories just like the rest of the old castles no one visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Boss, we have a guest.” Romario interrupted.  Just then, there was a crash as they were hailed with grenades from the broken windows.   Dino quickly cracked his whip to throw the grenades back outside.  They quickly dropped to the floor as the grenades exploded in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino slowly got up once the dust settled in. “Not now, Romario! We’re under att…” Dino stopped when he saw a familiar young man behind his Right-Hand-Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fuuta!” Dino exclaimed, stunned.  “What are you-“ Dino started but Fuuta interrupted as he ran to embrace him. “Dino-nii! I’m so glad you are safe!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino grabbed him almost roughly by the shoulders before Fuuta can embrace him. “You shouldn’t &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; here!” Dino almost yelled, furious.  Fuuta stiffened then looked down guiltily.  “I… Hayato-nii told me to bring these files and…” Fuuta said as he offered his brief case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bombing Hayato could have sent someone else! He should be fully aware that-“ Dino yelled at him.  Fuuta pouted and yelled back, “The Vongolas are under an attack too! They can’t be spared of the little men they still have. And besides!” Fuuta said, stomping his foot defiantly. “I volunteered. I could help you if I’m here, Dino-nii!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course you volunteered! You probably practically black-mailed him. There’s no way Gokudera would let you come here otherwise!” Dino shouted, still very angry at the young man who could not fight, to come to the fore-front of battles of all places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romario cleared his throat. “Boss. We should first retreat for now. We can’t have the Ranking Prince stay in the front line….” Dino looked up and nodded.  “Come.” Dino said as he firmly held onto Fuuta’s hand.   Fuuta wanted to remind him that he’s not a child anymore, and that he’s already … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Fuuta doesn’t say anything as he held the hand tightly back… the hand that was always a bit bigger than his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re leaving and that’s final.” Dino said as he arrived as his private office. It was in disarray,  with papers all over the floor and the desk and chairs full of bullet holes.  Fuuta sneezed as he walked in, the room was musty and stale. There was some battle here previously, though how long ago, Fuuta couldn’t figure it out.  The fight was being dragged for weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I… I can help you, Dino-nii” Fuuta repeated once they were alone again.  Dino sat down on the sofa, on the side of the cushion that wasn’t ripped so much.  He ignored the young man as he quickly skimmed through the papers Fuuta brought with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can do the ranking of what is the best strategy to win quickly and efficiently. I can also do a ranking of who…”  Fuuta started to rattle off when Dino cuts in. “No, you may not. When you do your ranking, everything around you lose their gravitational pull. We cannot have Millefiore know that the precious Ranking Prince is here. “ Once Dino looked through the papers, he reached into a pocket to pull out a lighter.  With a flick, he lighted the silver zippo with the Cavallone’s crest on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re work here is done. You’ll go home now.” Dino finished as he brought the edge of the papers to the flickering light. Slowly the papers began to burn and crinkle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuta made a fist with his hands quietly as he looked at the apathetic don of Cavallone.  Dino coldly watched the flames run through the papers and lets them fall.  He got up to stomp on them.  Then he brushed past Fuuta without another backward glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll make arrangements with Romario so you can safely…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dino-nii! Didn’t you miss me?!”  Fuuta finally exclaimed in frustration and deep sadness.  Fuuta’s body began to shake a bit as he tried his best to keep his tears from falling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino stopped in his tracks.  He walked back and quietly embraced his little prince from behind.  “Of course I did.” He whispered.  “But you can’t stay here. It’s too dangerous. I don’t want you to be in danger at all.” Fuuta’s hands reached to hold on to Dino’s strong arms.  Fuuta quietly listened as Dino continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everyone related with the Vongola are being hunted. Ranking Prince or not, you are of no exception.”  Fuuta turned to face Dino.  Fuuta looked up at the man he loved, at his tired face, with foreign wrinkles in his brow that did not exist before.  Fuuta lightly kissed Dino on the lips.  Then Dino pulled the young man closer to deepen the kiss. Their tongues met, their kiss is salty and bitter.  Dino kissed him hungrily, afraid that he’ll disappear soon, any second now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t cry, Fuuta.” Dino whispered as he licked the tear that fell down Fuuta’s cheek.  Fuuta quietly wiped the tear away, a bit surprised that one even fell without him knowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuta forced a giggle. “I guess it’d be inappropriate to do it here huh?” Dino smiled as he gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Yeah… but I promise, next time, I’ll make it extra special.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuta nodded. “Okay. You know in few weeks, it’ll be…” Dino gently pressed his index finger on Fuuta’s lips. “Yeah. Soon it’ll be our one year anniversary.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino took off his suit and then laid it on the sofa.  Then he grabbed Fuuta’s hand and pulled him down.  Laying him on the sofa, Dino whispered, “Sorry about earlier…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay Dino-nii…” Fuuta started, but Dino stopped him again. “But. You are going to go home after this.” Fuuta looked up at him. “This?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This.” Dino said as he lowered his head to give him a serious kiss… The type of kiss that acknowledged that Fuuta was an adult, and that he was special. Fuuta shivered under Dino’s touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You had an underground sewer system?” Fuuta gasped in surprise as he walked down the hidden stone staircases. The air is already damp and cool, far away from the noise above. Fuuta pulled the one-size larger suit closer to his shoulders.  Dino was next to him with a lantern, that flickered in and out as the stepped down. “Watch your step.” Dino reminded him carefully.  Fuuta was about to repeat that he wasn’t a child but he felt his knees could buckle at any given moment from their exchange an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino gently wrapped his arm around him and held him closer as they finished walking down the path, with Romario guiding them in front of them.   There was a small ferry ready for Fuuta once they came to a clearing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dino-nii…” Fuuta whispered as he still held Dino’s hand tightly.  Dino leaned forward to whisper, “It’s alright. I wouldn’t die.”  Fuuta pouted, “I… I wasn’t going to say that!  Don’t cheat on me while I’m away!” Fuuta said, changing their line of conversation.  How did he always know what he’ll say?  It sometimes frustrated how Dino was always one step ahead of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino closed his eyes and smiled.  When he opened them again, he turned Fuuta to face him, and told him, &quot;On ne voit bien qu&apos;avec le cœur, l&apos;essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuta looked at him confused.  “French?”  He asked.  Dino smiled and said, “You don’t need to worry. No matter how often I am in a rose garden, only one rose will be special to me, because of the time I’ve spent with you makes you unique.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino chuckled. “And I doubt I’ll be spending time at a rose garden much for awhile.” Dino fixed the suit he gave to Fuuta, wrapping it closer around him so he wouldn&apos;t catch a chill down in the sewer.  And then he kissed Fuuta on the forehead affectionately. “When we meet again, I’ll take you to a nice restaurant.” Dino promised.  Fuuta just nodded, still not really wanting to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with a gentle push of Dino’s hand Fuuta, walked toward the ferry and stepped in.  As the ferry moved away from the dim light, Fuuta sighed a heavy, deep sigh. Fuuta starred at the light until it flickered and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuta waited.  He ordered another round of coffee for the 4th time.  He can hear other people whisper, that he’s been sitting alone and waiting for hours.  And few other whispers of how they felt bad that he was ditched.  It didn’t matter for Fuuta.  He will wait, all day and more if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their one year anniversary passed two days ago.  Again, Fuuta came to the Italian café Dino was to meet him, for the third time.  He came to the designated seat on the time Dino promised him.  And he’ll sit there until the café closed, remembering all the memories they shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dino-nii promised he wouldn’t cheat on me…” Fuuta reminded himself.  And he firmly believed it.  Dino Cavallone always kept his word.  Dino wouldn’t cheat on him, for anyone.  Not even the death itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <title>[Fanfic]: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: D1869: Red Whip Marks</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story: &lt;/b&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;rukawagf&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://rukawagf.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://rukawagf.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;rukawagf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;arisuesei&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://arisuesei.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://arisuesei.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;arisuesei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Red Whip Marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;D1869 - Dino x Hibari/Mukuro x Hibari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;R18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt;PWP, non-con, rape. Not for the faint of heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicated to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;yamikakyuu&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://yamikakyuu.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://yamikakyuu.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;yamikakyuu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Happy Birthday!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmfm!” Hibari tried to say through his taped mouth.  He tried to push the tape off of his lips but his mouth wouldn’t open enough for his tongue to push it out. Nor can his lips separate at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tsk.. tsk… Do you enjoy this that much, Hibari Kyoya?” said the silver tongued viper that traced the tape on Hibari’s mouth with a light touch of his finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari turned his head to glare at Mukuro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mukuro held his arms tightly behind him.  Hibari’s hands were tied with a whip and he couldn’t do a thing but squirm under the touch of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmf!” Hibari gasped but quickly bit down his mouth.  Hibari’s face flushed as he could feel the blonde Italian’s long tongue wrap his length to lick and suck on it tenderly.  When the blonde, completely under the control of Mukuro, obediently lowered his head, Hibari shivered in shamed ecstasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kufufu… Your breath is getting heavier there, Hibari Kyoya.” Mukuro teased. Hibari sharply glared up at him. Hibari’s brain quickly thought up of 36 different ways to bite Mukuro to death along with cracking his head open with his tonfa. But he was quickly reminded of his situation when he felt a long finger enter inside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari gasped at the sudden intrusion and he tried vehemently to refuse the probing finger.  He bit down his teeth in frustration as he looked at Dino sitting in front of him on the same sofa as his, with those blank eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, Bucking Horse. What do you say when you masturbate with yourself?” Mukuro asked as he held down the squirming Hibari as tightly and securely as possible.  Hibari’s eyes widened as his heart started to pound faster when the growing suspicion changed to realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“K… Kyoya…” Dino murmured as he spread Hibari’s inside with his two fingers.  Hibari winced when he felt himself being stretched.  Then Dino leaned forward to kiss Hibari’s taped lips, his tongue hoping to reach inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari leaned forward to bite him with no avail. Frustrated, Hibari tried to kick Dino as hard as he can, trying to knock some senses into him... or wake him up somehow. But Dino quickly grabbed both of his legs to spread him further apart, firmly planting Hibari on the Disciplinary Committee&apos;s sofa even more, with Mukuro right behind him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be so impatient. He’ll be inside you… all in good time.” Mukuro promised, giving him his best smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I hate you.’ Hibari mouthed, which came out more along the lines of, “Mmfmmm mmfum!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kufufu… And I love you too, Hibari Kyoya.” Mukuro replied with a light kiss on his cheek.  Mukuro grabbed hold of Hibari even tighter. “And here’s my seal of love to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, Dino obediently rammed into Hibari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a hard, piercing rod ripping him into two, forcing him to open up to the intruder.  Hibari arched involuntary, to which Mukuro held him down again.  Hibari could taste the blood tickle down his throat. He had bit his own tongue while he tried to bite down his moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my, was that your first time? I had no idea. I’ll scold your lover for being &lt;i&gt;soooo&lt;/i&gt; slow in returning your love until now.” Mukuro chided.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He’s not my lover.’ Hibari muffled into the tape, even though he was fully aware that he couldn’t communicate with the tape blockading his words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh what was that? You wanted it harder? My~ I didn’t know you liked it so rough.” Mukuro said with his this-is-my-gentle-smile-but-I-know-it-creeps-you-out smirk.  And with that Mukuro said to Dino, “You heard him, Bucking Horse. Let’s show him how much you love him after all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the warm, throbbing trespasser started to move inside Hibari.  Hibari gasped as he dug his fingers onto the sofa’s cushions.  Hibari gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he felt Dino’s long hardness shove itself into him again and again.  Hibari could hear Dino panting and moaning, while his hands held tightly onto Hibari’s hip and leg.  The force the blonde Italian displayed was tremendous as each push rammed Hibari up against Mukuro again and again.  Hibari always knew Dino was strong but now he was forced to realize exactly how strong he was when he wasn’t bound by his useless care for other people.  The whip that tied his hands constantly bit into him, squeezing his wrists together painfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, once Hibari started to feel like his bottom half was going to melt in a volcano, he felt a hot liquid shoot inside him, filling him to the pit of his stomach. Hibari shivered too as he felt himself releasing his own built up pressure onto Dino’s hard abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari was glad for once that there was a tape on his mouth. If anyone happened to walk by the hallways and heard him moan in his office…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino, out of breath, slowly pulled out, to which Hibari shivered again at the sensitive friction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you enjoy it that much?” Mukuro whispered into Hibari’s ear as he nipped a corner of it.  Hibari tried to quickly get out of the hold but it was no use. Mukuro grabbed Hibari’s head and slammed him forward, his head touching the cushion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well it’s your turn to return his love, Hibari Kyoya.” Mukuro said as he ripped Hibari’s tape out of his mouth and then pushed his head even closer to Dino.  Hibari felt his heart sink heavy when he realized what Mukuro meant by that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I&apos;m going to bite you to death.” Hibari spoke, just above a whisper in a growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukuro chuckled. Mukuro leans forward to whisper, “I’m giving you a choice here. Either you do it yourself, or I’m forcing you to wear this gag. Which do you prefer?” Mukuro asked as he pulled out a mouth gag with a hole in the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari glared and growled, “I’ll bite you to death for this.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukuro nodded patiently. “Yes, yes, I’m sure you will. Now then,” Mukuro smirked.  “Eat up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari gritted his teeth in anger and humiliation. Trying to forget where Dino had just inserted inside…  Hibari hesitantly leaned forward … and licked Dino’s length.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Hibari spitted it out. It tasted disgusting and the texture felt revolting.  But he instantly felt Mukuro’s hand push his head against Dino’s member again, reminding him he doesn’t have much of a choice, even if Mukuro was offering one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Hibari leaned forward and licked it. It was slimy, and slightly salty and bitter.  Hibari wanted to gag.  However, Hibari heaved a quick determined breath and then swallowed the entire length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ky… Kyoya…” Dino groaned at the sensation and arched forward. His hands were on Hibari’s head, begging him for more as Hibari’s head bobbed up and down.  Hibari continued to suck on Dino, hoping it’ll end quicker if he does a good job the first time. Hibari tenderly licks Dino’s length and sucks on the tip all the while his hands bit into the tight whip behind his back painfully.  Without his hands, it was hard to keep his balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not bad, the Bucking Horse is actually moaning for more.” Mukuro smirked as he watched the two. “And it seems you also want more… down here.” Mukuro said as his finger playfully entered inside of Hibari, squirting out several drops of cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari arched at the entry and hissed in fury. “Don’t you dare….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, now. Let me help you keep your balance.” Mukuro said as he positioned himself up and held onto Hibari’s bound arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mukuro entered, easier this time since Hibari was filled with Dino’s lubrication. “Nng…” Hibari bit his groan down to the minimum at the entry.  He can feel himself being filled with that throbbing intruder again.  He felt disgusted with himself and the filthy feeling he was feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not going to stop until Dino’s satisfied, Hibari Kyoya.” Mukuro reminded him as he thrusted inside again.  Hibari gritted his moan back and leaned forward to swallow Dino again.  Hibari can feel Mukuro pace himself as Hibari too slowly deepthroated Dino.  The blonde Italian began to move his hips to match with Hibari’s sucking and Mukuro thrusted harder and harder each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari gasped into Dino when Mukuro found a specific sensitive spot between his thrusts. Mukuro leaned forward to kiss Hibari’s back neck and said, “Oh my, so this is how you like it, Hibari Kyoya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari tried to hiss but failed once Mukuro started resuming his thrusts. Perhaps it was because it was second time around, or because the lubrication gave way to the friction, Hibari wasn’t sure, but it did feel good, despite Hibari’s head denying the logic. The way Mukuro plunged inside him, the way his heart pounded in excitement and how he withered in pleasure by the raw friction; it was like an addictive drug as Dino too thrusted inside of Hibari’s mouth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such raw intensity, Hibari arched as he released his built up pressure. It didn’t take long afterward for Mukuro to groan and fill Hibari’s already full stomach at the same time. Dino too buckled as he climaxed inside of Hibari’s mouth, forcing him to drink a bit while the rest dripped down the corner of his mouth. Hibari slumped to the sticky and wet sofa as the dizziness and drain took over his body. Slowly, his body felt numb, starting from his bound hands and his mind grew blank within the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kufufu… is that your limit? I’m still not through with you, you know.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the last words Hibari heard before he fell unconscious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- * -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Hibari came to, he got up immediately.  He quickly looked around his surroundings to notice that he was still in his prefect’s office.  There was no one in the room; the school was let out few hours ago. He was wearing his clothes properly as well. The sun was slowly setting as the sakura petals slowly fell inside the room through the light warm spring breeze that the open window welcomed. Everything looked normal, including the sofa, which remained clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plopped back down on his chair in front of his desk. ‘Was it all a dream after all?’ Hibari wondered as he touched his forehead with his palm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when Hibari saw the red whip marks around his wrists and cursed Mukuro’s name in all 6 paths of hell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 14:31:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic] Katekyo Hitman Reborn! D18: What It Means To Be Stronger Than A Polar Bear</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story: &lt;/b&gt;Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; What It Means To Be Stronger Than A Polar Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; D18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;raenef_mignon&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://raenef-mignon.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://raenef-mignon.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;raenef_mignon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for helping me with grammar check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Dino takes Hibari on a special date.  Hibari however, doesn&apos;t realize how special that date is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; Zoo + Polar bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicated to:&lt;/b&gt; Happy belated Birthday, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;arisuesei&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://arisuesei.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://arisuesei.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;arisuesei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! And thank you for your contining support during my slump and writer&apos;s block. T.T You&apos;ve been pushing me when I needed help the most~&amp;lt;3 Thank you very much. And now, a fic after... like... 5 months of not writing anything lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You came all the way from Italy on a red-eye flight to pick me up after school to take me to a zoo.” Hibari asked with one eyebrow raised.  His voice obviously said that the Italian was trying his patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zoos are fun.  Japan has one of the biggest zoos I’ve seen.”  Dino said as he dragged the boy still in his school uniform around the open area filled with people and little children.  Seriously, anyone who knew Hibari Kyoya should have known that a zoo was a bad place to take Hibari for any dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you like penguins? They’re showing the kangaroos over there!” Dino pointed as he held the map in one hand and happily held onto Hibari’s arm with his other hand.  Romario wasn’t too far behind, along with at least 20 men in several places in case of a hit man or an assassin.  The only comfort Hibari had was that they were wearing black so it scared enough people away from them.  But Dino’s 20 men were replacing that empty spot of people so it did not help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like any of them. They’re all weak herbivores who crowd around too much to gain strength.”  Hibari said with a glare as he explained his philosophy in life.  “They never learn to grow to be strong individually.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But… penguins aren’t herbivores. They eat fish.  And kangaroos are pretty strong; their kicks can kill an average human.”  Dino said after a pause as he explained to Hibari with a confused expression.  Then he thought better of it when he saw that Hibari was definitely not amused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahahaha… how about we look at polar bears? Just polar bears? Then we’ll leave?” Dino asked, trying to make a compromise.  “Polar bears aren’t herbivores and they don’t have to group since they’re strong individually right?” Dino tried to reason with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Hibari did was give a long steady glare, to which Dino just gulped nosily and lead the way nervously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari just tapped his foot impatiently as he waited.  Dino was watching the polar bears eat tossed fish, and play around in the fake snow with human-made ice.  They had several torn stuffed-animals of some sort they played around with.  The toys had obviously been chewed to death.  The idea of one of the toys being Dino’s face made Hibari smirk at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, that little one over there must be only 1 year old! Isn’t he cute?”  Dino pulled Hibari’s arm like a little child at his first zoo.  Hibari wanted to cover his face with his palm.  Did he just seriously act like that in front of all his men? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari shrugged his arm off of Dino’s grip and calmly told him, “Let me know when you are finished.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino wore an embarrassed grin as he scratched his head and continued to look on with his arms around the top of the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they both stood there, two of them, alone, in front of the polar bear area.  Behind them were 20 men making sure that they were not being bothered.  It was an awkward and unnatural sight.  But Hibari was used to making his men make space for him anyway.  And Dino was wallowing in his own thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staring silently at the polar bears eating dead fish for awhile, Hibari yawned.  Then sleepily he looked over at Dino.  He noticed that Dino wasn’t conversing with him like he normally did. Dino usually tried extra hard to keep him entertained...  to the point it aggravated Hibari.  But today, Dino was acting very weird.  His social awkwardness was more apparent than usual, and he was oddly quiet as he hung limply against the fence with one arm supporting his head as he leaned against the top of the rails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino tried to start a few conversations but his heart wasn’t into it.  Hibari naturally wasn’t someone who liked to fill up the silence with random sounds so he did not try too hard to help Dino either.  Overall, their walk around the zoo was a lot more awkward than their usual time together.  Besides, Hibari thought it might be better off if Dino had time alone. He wasn’t even sure why the Italian even brought him along for the ride. Or even why he decided to fly all the way from halfway across the planet just to take him to a zoo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari wasn’t even part of his Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Dino’s eyes weren’t really focused on the polar bears any more.  He was looking at something else, something further away in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hibari left him alone to his silence as they stood next to each other without a word.  The wind blew slightly warm as it carried few murmurs and sounds of the people as they walked around the zoo.  There were sounds of children laughing or crying in the background, and many people bustling around them.   There were sounds of many parents with their children as they enjoyed the zoo and the animals together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few long moments passed, Dino spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kyoya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari looked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you think I’m stronger than a polar bear?” Dino asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari looked at the Italian with a puzzled look at the strange and abrupt question.  Then he shrugged and said, “If you are asking yourself that question, then obviously you aren’t.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino laughed out loud.  It was a clear and hearty laugh that seemed to cleanse all the muddy thoughts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re right Kyoya.” Dino said as he turned around and leaned back against the fence, away from the polar bears and facing Hibari. “I guess I’m not stronger than a polar bear yet if I’m still asking that question huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari looked up at the tall man as if he was a lunatic.  But Hibari said nothing because he expected his words to be carried through his expressions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I guess it’s time to go then.” Dino said, as he pushed himself off from the fence he was leaning on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all walked quietly out of the park. After several minutes of extreme awkward silence among the Cavallone bodyguards, and the strangely quiet and depressed Dino, Hibari had enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you ask me however,” Hibari said, breaking the silence.  Dino looked over as they continued to walk back to the car.  “I think you probably can defeat a polar bear.”  Hibari finished, answering Dino’s question. Hibari’s lips turned upwards into a pout as he grumbled why he of all people had to baby-sit a grownup’s unstable emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino lips slowly spread into a grateful smile.  It was rare for Hibari to try to cheer him up after all.  If not the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks Kyoya,” was all Dino said as they got into the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibari still had no idea what this entire thing was about and was thoroughly baffled when all the Cavallone men sniffled into their handkerchiefs and covered their obvious tears.  Dino dropped Hibari off at his house and then sat back on his car with Romario driving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you have fun, boss.” Romario asked as Dino rested in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.” Dino replied back as he relaxed. Dino slumped to the side and let out a heavy sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll arrive at the airport shortly, boss.” Romario said as he checked his watch.  “Though, I think you should have told him that today was your father’s death’s anniversary.” Romario told his boss as he thought to himself, ‘I don’t think the young man realized the importance of it since he doesn’t know that boss only takes his closest family member to the zoo.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino smirked as he closed his eyes. “Nah. It’s fine.” He said, as he drifted into sleep, tired from his flight that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his dreams, he revisited his fondest memory he had with his father.  It was Dino’s birthday, and his father often took him to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Polar bears are scary, dad. Can’t we see something else?” The little Dino asked. As a child, Dino was scared of polar bears and other huge animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dino. There’s no need to be scared of polar bears. Polar bears are animals who fight hard to protect their cubs from predators. Their strength is something one should admire.” His father would say. His father, as the leader of a mafia, wished by at least looking at the scary animals, his son can over come his fears. It was easier said then done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Besides, your father is stronger than these polar bears. When I was young, I used to wrestle with them and never lost a fight.” His father assured his son as he flexed his arm.  The younger Romario would smile as he stood behind them.  Dino remembered he would touch that impressively hard arm and would say, “Wow, dad. You are so strong!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One day, you’ll be the leader of the Cavallone Family.” His father said as he patted his son in the head. “And you, will have to become stronger than that polar bear in order to surpass me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stronger than a polar bear?” Dino asked, as he looked at his father and than at the polar bears beyond the fences.  The polar bears looked immensely strong for the young Dino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And one day, you will surpass me. Because you are my son.” Dino could clearly hear his father’s voice in his dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have I surpassed him I wonder…” Dino murmured in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 00:20:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Code Geass + Reborn crack...</title>
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  <description>did this like 2 weeks ago... I was deciding if I should post this or not lol&lt;br /&gt;please don&apos;t kill me for this =w=;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;warning:&lt;/b&gt; undie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/gundamseedpica/drawing/mukululueditcopy.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more down here&lt;br /&gt;         |&lt;br /&gt;         |&lt;br /&gt;         V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/gundamseedpica/drawing/lulurollo.gif&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDD &lt;br /&gt;the brothers shares the same undies vvv&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <title>Hunting for editor</title>
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  <description>Pica is lonely now... why? cause now my sempai got a bf and no time to hang out w me TwT;; *cry in the corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I&apos;m looking for someone to volunteer to be my fanfic editor D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoroshiku onegaishimasu!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 01:27:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Code Geass: Suzaku x Lulu : The Dragon that Protected the Rose Garden</title>
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  <description>hahaha i&apos;m so sorry, i promise you all more Reborn fics. But for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Story: &lt;/b&gt;Code Geass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt; The Dragon that Protected the Rose Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;  Suzaku x Lelouch. + Rollo + Gino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;realms_of_life&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://realms-of-life.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://realms-of-life.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;realms_of_life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for beta :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt; SPOILER up to end of Code Geass Season 1, and 1-2 episodes of Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt; Happens 6 months after End of Code Geass Season 1.  Suzaku accidentally runs into Lelouch. (The rest is too much spoiler for Season 1 so it&apos;ll be omitted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dedicated to: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;realms_of_life&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://realms-of-life.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://realms-of-life.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;realms_of_life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who gave me the fic idea as we were musing over Ep 2 together~~~&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Arthur! Arthur!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Gino and Suzaku called out for the cat as they walked around the busy street near the mall. They were taking the cat for a quick checkup at the vet. And of course, Arthur being a cat who’s fickle with Suzaku, decided to play a little game of hide and seek. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll go check over there. Why don’t you check over that side?” Gino suggested and Suzaku agreed with a nod.  Gino smirked at his new friend who didn’t speak unless necessary.  He gave him a good slap on his back for good luck and ran towards the direction he pointed at.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku rubbed his back as he ran down the street.  It’s been awhile…. since someone slapped him on the back in a friendly gesture.  When was the last time that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago in Ashford Academy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku almost remembers the tiny party the blond president threw at random times. Nina would timidly be next to Milly with a shy smile aimed towards her senior.  Shirley would be carrying a tray of cookies.  Kallen would carefully place the food with weary eyes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes he remembers now. It was Rivalz who’d slap him on the back, making Suzaku choke on his drink.  Then it would Lelouch who’d chuckle….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelouch….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been six months since the incident…. Since Suzaku sold his friend to his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘It was better this way.’ Suzaku thought to himself. Commanding himself to believe.  Lelouch was out of control, killing off even his own sisters and brothers to achieve what he believed was right. Killing them just because they were in the way of his plans, even though they were innocent, and even though they themselves were fighting for the same goal as he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku repeated to himself, ‘It was better this way.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku told himself, ‘There was no other way to save him.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a spell he constantly cast on himself, or else he’ll break again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me…. Were you searching for him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku snapped back into reality from his clouded inner self when he heard a very familiar voice. He turned and a bit surprised, he gasped, “Lelo…s…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku stopped himself in time. Next to him was Lelouch in his normal Ashford Academy uniform with Arthur in his hand, still clawing and clinging to his left shoulder. Suzaku quickly recovered himself and said, “I… erm, thank you. Yes that’s my cat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelouch explained with a faint smile but light irritation in his eyes, “This cat jumped on me and seemed to have attached himself to my shoulder. I was hoping to find his owner when I heard your voice calling for someone.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku realized then, that the cat wasn’t trying to play hide and seek. He was trying to return to Lelouch and Nunnally. Saddened, Suzaku lowered his gaze and said, “I’m sorry for the troubles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not at all. Now if we can only get this cat… off.. of… me…” Lelouch said with a strained smile as he tried to pry the desperate cat from his arm.  With both their efforts, they finally managed to get the hissing pissed-off cat off of Lelouch without too many scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, he doesn’t seem to like taking orders.” Lelouch said with a smile.  Suzaku’s heart felt a stab of pain as he looked at Lelouch.  Lelouch’s smiles were the smiles he remembered. Lelouch’s kind mannerisms were that of the Lelouch he knew and loved.  But his eyes indicated no recognition as he looked back into Suzaku’s eyes.  Suzaku was reminded again, yes, this was one of the sacrifices he decided to make to save his friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Lelouch’s smile did not include him anymore, Suzaku was glad Lelouch can smile whole-heartedly again without worry. Or, Suzaku at least wished to believe that was Lelouch’s genuine smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘No!’ Suzaku told himself over again that he had made the correct decision. This Lelouch was happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku smiled back and said, “He’s not that bad. Though I think he takes a bit after his previous master.” Suzaku winced as Arthur took offense to that remark and bit his index finger fiercely, reminding him the power of felines in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“His previous master must have been quite a rebel.” Lelouch said with a toss of his hair, much satisfied to be freed of the cat.  Suzaku closed his eyes and smiled at the irony. “Quite.”  He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From afar, someone called out for his lost older brother, wondering where he went. Lelouch turned towards the direction of the now familiar voice calling and said, “Well then, I hope you luck with your cat.” Then with a wave, he walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who was that?” Gino said, suddenly appearing behind Suzaku with one arm over his shoulder. “Someone you know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… no.” Suzaku replied calmly as he watched the boy walk away out of his life once again, mingling back with the daily lives of the common citizens. “He is no one now.” Suzaku said and he walked off. Confused, Gino walked with him, asking him more questions, which Suzaku silently ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Go back to your normal, mundane life, Lelouch Lamperouge… forget that you are a prince and that you are zero.’  Suzaku thought to himself. Seeing his smile proved to Suzaku that he made the right decision. That it was better this way and that he, Suzaku Kururugi will bear his burden for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzaku hoped that Lelouch will forever be locked away in his rose garden castle, forever sleeping, forever not remembering who he truly was.  And he will do everything he can to keep that spell cast upon Lelouch, like a dragon that guarded the sleeping beauty.  Because it wouldn’t be a prince who would come to wake Lelouch with a kiss, but a witch.  And when Lelouch awakened once more, their tragedy will repeat again and more innocent lives will be lost for their ambitions to come true and he, Suzaku, will be forced again to confront and take down his best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cold, deadly monster Suzaku will become, to protect Lelouch’s sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I told myself over and over I WILL NEVER EVER EEEEVER write Code Geass fics. EVER. Not with like my favorite fic writers in this fandom, writing incredible fics~~~&amp;lt;3 *.* Then realms had to give me plot bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i&apos;m sorta semi-out of my writer&apos;s block thanks to her? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to twisted fairytales~ don&apos;t you love them? Code Geass likes to push them in your face as is anyway lol.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 00:13:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanart] junks 2</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^old vnew&lt;br /&gt;Reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/gundamseedpica/drawing/fuutagingerbreadcopy.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oldddddd very old xDDD;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/gundamseedpica/drawing/gingerbreadcopy.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gundam 00 (epi 25 spoiler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/gundamseedpica/drawing/g00-grahamxsetsunacopy.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red string!!! +W+;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/gundamseedpica/drawing/5ac108cf63cbc5a6.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reborn/Gundam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/gundamseedpica/drawing/gundamd69copy.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend requested D69 when I was on Gundam high... &amp;gt;w&amp;gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Hound (epi 21 spoiler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a83/gundamseedpica/drawing/ghosthound21copy.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking foward to the last epi where Taro&apos;s gonna crossdress! +W+;;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 05:00:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Reborn art share~</title>
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  <description>Heeeey~ I haven&apos;t share stuff in a while, so I thought I should do some sharing XD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/-akichan-/picakiraruka/gokutsuna01.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was originally done for the 5927 contest but I gave up finishing it XD; this was part 1/10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/-akichan-/picakiraruka/gokutsuna02.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/-akichan-/1212007gokutsuna.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/-akichan-/picakiraruka/chibitsuna.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/-akichan-/picakiraruka/chibihibari.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y26/-akichan-/picakiraruka/chibimukuro.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was selling them at Katsu XD;... Iono what to do with them at the moment... I might finish all the chara and sell them as a set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s it :3 Thank you for viewing~!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 05:27:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Master List</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quick number system:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27: Tsuna&lt;br /&gt;59: Gokudera&lt;br /&gt;80: Yamamoto&lt;br /&gt;18: Hibari&lt;br /&gt;69: Mukuro&lt;br /&gt;96: Chrome&lt;br /&gt;D: Dino&lt;br /&gt;L: Lambo&lt;br /&gt;R: Ryohei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;rukawagf&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://rukawagf.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://rukawagf.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;rukawagf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s Fanfic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitman Reborn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/785.html&quot;&gt;1827: There&apos;s no such thing as free lunch (Smut?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/3543.html&quot;&gt;1859: Smoking is Prohibited on School Grounds (Rape smut -.-; )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/5988.html&quot;&gt;5927: How do you kiss a girl? (Fluff Kiss + lil Angst)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/10128.html&quot;&gt;8027: Love Letter (Friendship - non-yaoi - Angst?)&lt;/a&gt; - fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/12496.html&quot;&gt;tyl1827: Contract Under Dying Will Flame (Smut sorta?)&lt;/a&gt; - fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/12857.html&quot;&gt;1827: Under the Rain (Fluff Kiss)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/13282.html&quot;&gt; D18: How to Tame a Shrew ch 1 (Smut) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/hitman_reborn/508110.html&quot;&gt;Fanart/Fic challenge: 1827: 3 drabbles with P-chat art (Fluff)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/hitman_reborn/509466.html&quot;&gt;Fanart/Fic challenge: 8018 + D18: 2 drabbles with P-chat art (Fluff+Crack)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/hitman_reborn/511295.html&quot;&gt;Fanart/Fic challenge: Uke Tsuna: D27 drabble with P-chat art (Fluff)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/hitman_reborn/513541.html&quot;&gt; 27 x 59801869LRyohei, i.e. Vongola Orgy:  Tsuna is NOT uke! (Crack)&lt;/a&gt; - like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/16899.html&quot;&gt;692718 + 6927 + 1827: Reality and Reflection Part 1 (Rape smut -.-;) &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/17552.html&quot;&gt;1827: My Little Guardian Angels (Fluff)&lt;/a&gt; - like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/18069.html&quot;&gt;8018: Sakura Kisses (Smutty Kiss?)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/18783.html&quot;&gt;2759: Under the Umbrella (Friendship -technically - non-yaoi. Fluff+Angst)&lt;/a&gt; - like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/19250.html&quot;&gt;6918: Visiting Old Scars (Rape smut -.-;)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/19598.html&quot;&gt;TYL8080 + TYL80TYL27: The Path I Took Ten Years Later(Fluff + Angst)&lt;/a&gt; - fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/20437.html&quot;&gt; 10069+Shou: Guilty Pleasures(Rape + Crack)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/21742.html&quot;&gt;692718 + 6927 + 1827: Reality and Reflection Part 2 (Rape smut -.-;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/21958.html&quot;&gt;27all: What They Wanted the Most &lt;/a&gt; - like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/22559.html&quot;&gt;Smut Drabble Request set 1 of 10: D18: Fumbling in the Darkness (Smut) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/22791.html&quot;&gt;Smut Drabble Request set 2 of 10: 1827: Papercut (smut) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/23068.html&quot;&gt;Smut Drabble Request set 3 of 10: 1827: Puzzle (smut)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/23546.html&quot;&gt;Smut Drabble Request set 4 of 10: 8018: Punishment (smut) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/24016.html&quot;&gt;Tyl1896+69 For Your Precious Person’s Sake (angst) &lt;/a&gt; - like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/24376.html&quot;&gt;TYL8018 + Reborn + 27Kyoko : Why Clothes Are Given as Presents &lt;/a&gt; - like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/26148.html&quot;&gt;Dino Centric + D18: Meaningful Day (Fluff) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/27914.html&quot;&gt;D18: What It Means To Be Stronger Than A Polar Bear (Fluff+Angst)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiku Furikabutte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/26019.html&quot;&gt;Abe X Miha: Secret Practice (Fluff) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code Geass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/27331.html&quot;&gt;SuzaLulu: The Dragon that Protected the Rose Garden (Angst)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;picaaa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://picaaa.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://picaaa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;picaaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s Fanfic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitman Reborn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/7155.html&quot;&gt;1827: I  can’t leave a sick person behind even if it’s him!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/20741.html&quot;&gt;D18: The Last Lesson &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/25472.html&quot;&gt;1827: Moments &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/25842.html&quot;&gt;1827: Maybe He&apos;s Not A Bad Person After All &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenge Toppa Gurren Lagann:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/24992.html&quot;&gt;Garlock!SimonxKamina : Without You (SMUT)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/25208.html&quot;&gt; Kamina x Simon + Kamina x Yoko: Without You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;amecandy&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://amecandy.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://amecandy.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;amecandy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s Fan Comic&lt;br /&gt;Hitman Reborn: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/4434.html&quot;&gt;1827: Sweet Punishment (Fluffy Kiss)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/6727.html&quot;&gt;5927: Feelings that he wanted to tell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;amecandy&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://amecandy.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://amecandy.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;amecandy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s Fanart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitman Reborn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/8512.html&quot;&gt;TYL27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/12198.html&quot;&gt;Holloween Dump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/12549.html&quot;&gt;1827/69 Sketchdump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/19943.html&quot;&gt;Art meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/26703.html&quot;&gt;Art Dump - 5927 + reborn chibis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;picaaa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://picaaa.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://picaaa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;picaaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s Fanart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitman Reborn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/9169.html&quot;&gt;TYLTsuna + 18 sketch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/14604.html&quot;&gt;Sumomomo Reborn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/24099.html&quot;&gt; Art from Hitman reborn + Gurren Lagann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/27093.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Art Dump: Reborn/Gundam 00/Ghost Hound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;Random Humor Posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/4989.html&quot;&gt;Tsuna Uke Project&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;picaaa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://picaaa.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://picaaa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;picaaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/3170.html&quot;&gt;Tonfa Rape&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;picaaa&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://picaaa.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://picaaa.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;picaaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/picakiraruka/5581.html&quot;&gt;Cosplay&lt;/a&gt; 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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 02:24:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic] Katekyo Hitman Reborn! D18 : Meaningful Day</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Katekyo Hitman Reborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt; Meaningful Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Dino centric, slight D18 (Dino x Hibari) + Romario + Calvallone Familigia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;G &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;raenef_mignon&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://raenef-mignon.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://raenef-mignon.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;raenef_mignon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for helping me with grammar check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; 24 hours, round the clock~ What Dino does on his birthday~~ Starting with midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:00am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino’s birthday started on February 4th midnight. He is still busy finalizing the last minute details of his grand birthday party. He actually would like to have a small, quiet one, with just a few people he liked. Unfortunately for the mafia boss of Cavallone, those days are gone now that his father has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino hasn’t had much sleep for several weeks, as he made sure all the guests had arrived the day before and are properly accommodated at his villa. Few guests arrive late but overall, everything is going on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday party normally lasts a week. And though his birthday began just a minute ago, it’s already their 3rd day into the week long party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino is still talking over the last minute changes with Romario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino walks around the entire villa, to make sure all the party rooms are prepared exactly for all the guests to enjoy. He personally helped clean up, in order to help his servants and maids, though they are fervent that Master Cavallone should just go get some rest.    But because Dino has no problem bending down to help carry a mop or wipe the tables, all his subordinates respect and love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:45am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino nods off to sleep for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:15am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino wakes up from his nap, and quickly does the rest of the chores. The kitchen starts to wake up to prepare for the day’s feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:20am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino finally goes to bed. It’s now up to Romario and everyone else to prepare for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:40am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romario takes his nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarm rings, Dino tries to stop the alarm, falls off his bed, head first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romario comes in to wake his boss, to see him on the floor, slightly unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a light groan, Dino finally gets up, shaves, washes his face and brushes his teeth. He takes a quick hot, steamy shower in order to wake up. It’s nice to feel the water drip down his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His servants help him get dressed. Romario had already picked out his wear for the day. Romario helps his boss with the cuffs and the ties. Dino’s hairstylist is ready and styles him perfectly. This gives Dino a bit of time to close his still red eyes and rest them. It takes Dino a while to make sure he’s wearing everything, from clothes, shoes, cuffing, cologne, handkerchief etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished with everything, Dino appears at the morning room for breakfast. He gets a full report that all his guests are properly furnished with all their needs. He also receives few reports of complaints, which Romario says he’ll take care of. Dino has a light breakfast: freshly baked bread with warm soup, a bit of salad and olives along with a handful of raisins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino goes around visiting all his guests one by one. Now they have slowly gathered around the second wing. A few of them are still drunk from last night. Dino notices that they have already begun to party without him, which is expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino maintains his respectable seriousness along with light amiable chats with all his guests. He makes sure that all his ties are strong within his family along with his partner families. He makes sure to flatter the ladies, and talk light economy, politics and business with the men. It had taken Dino many years for them to take him seriously; it is time that he returns them the favor by proving his worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino excuses himself from the guests as he goes to the main dining hall to make sure everything is ready. The kitchen is in chaos as they try to finish their preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:10pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch is 10 minutes late, but everyone gathers around. A few elders are grumbling that back in their old days, no family’s boss was late in preparing for food, but Dino just smiles and makes sure that they are served first, along with the finest wine in the house. Rounds of congratulations and tosses are given, several speeches are said, and everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:15pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, everyone leaves to prepare for their second round of party. The women leave for their tea break. They mention how it’s unfortunate Cavallone did not have a woman yet who would be in charge of this section of the party, or how the party would have went much more smoother with an extra support. Dino once again laughs it off and says he’ll take his time finding one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the women leave for their tea party, the men meet for their smoke break. The topic is once again, Dino’s growing older every day, and he certainly needs a wife. The fact that he has several one time flings, and dates did not sit well with all the elders. After a good amount of listening to their advices, the topic moves once again from weather, to politics, to economy and then back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:05pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, everyone gets ready to dress up for the dinner party and the main event. The orchestra arrives a bit late, but they get in position in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, dinner starts 15 minutes late at the dinning hall, and one of the guest’s child broke a $60,000 vase, but other than those incidents, everything else seem to go smoothly so far. Dino’s more worried that he’s running out of many ways to describe the weather these days. As for food, Dino had made sure that he had everything from the ocean, to sky to earth. And he had specifically prepared special dishes to accommodate the guests with specific allergies along with their favorite dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner is finished and the cocktail party starts in the main events hall. Dino made sure that the securities are tighter in case of inevitable fights and possible assassination attempts. Dino once again must make sure he favors no one as he goes around for amiable chats with his guests. Several family suggests their own daughters, sisters, and niece as a potential candidate for Dino’s partner. Dino kindly takes in all the suggestions but never promises. Dino also made sure that he does dance with all the eligible ladies along with many matrons. To the ladies, he’s gallant, to the matrons, he’s a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:40pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected several fights break out. It is from the two families who are squabbling over financial issues. Dino breaks their fight and lightly suggests that they had one drink too many, perhaps they should return to their rooms. Another fight is over one of the ladies who had flirted with one of the men, and another jealous suitor challenged a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it wasn’t too much of an eventful party and Dino is happy that there is no assassination attempts on this birthday party. He had several others with them and they are never fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:35pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino finally excuses himself. Though the party will continue on throughout the night, he himself is just a bit too exhausted. Supported by Romario’s shoulder, Dino finally reaches his own living quarters and plops on his bed. Tired, he pulls his tie loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should finish making a list of all the guests who did not come to the party so he can send them gifts. He should make sure that at least Tsuna&apos;s and Reborn&apos;s gifts goes out tonight considering he&apos;s pretty sure they wouldn&apos;t be able to come to Italy. He should open all those greetings and letters he has received and start writing a proper responses for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should take a shower and he should get into his sleeping wears, because he has another full day ahead of him, but Dino simply did not care anymore and wishes that he never had a birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears a light buzz on the table and realizes that he had left his cell phone behind the entire day. He reaches for it and sees that he has a missed call from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino immediately gets up and listens to the voice messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino smiles as he hears a familiar voice speak in Japanese, “If you miss my call again, I’ll bite you to death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly redials. After 3 rings, he hears someone pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah Kyoya! You…” Dino starts but is quickly cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you know what time it is? It’s 7:30am in the morning. Don’t call me at such hours.” And Hibari hangs up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino smiles anyway and is glad that he had a day special enough for someone like Hibari to remember to give a call.  Though Hibari was pissed that he couldn&apos;t connect with Dino even though he went through the trouble of calling the Italian a long distance call, and even though later, Dino will be scolded later with threats by Hibari, that one short phone call was all Dino needed as he immediately felt all the stress being lifted from his shoulders as he went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was a good thing to have a birthday after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, it&apos;s not the best fic i wrote, but Happy Birthday Dino~~~&amp;lt;3 And sweet dreams~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 05:26:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic] Ookiku Furikabutte: AbeMiha: Secret Practice</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story: &lt;/b&gt;Ookiku Furikabutte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Secret Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;Abe x Mihashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;PG but that stupid ball reference can make it PG-15 if you read between lines -.-;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Abe finds out that Mihashi&apos;s missing every time for lunch break. With growing suspicion, he searches for his reckless pitcher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mihashi.” Abe called as he walked into Mihashi’s classroom during lunch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Mihashi’s gone to the toilet.” Tajima said as he stuffed his mouth with more octopus sausages and rice.  Izumi and Hamada were also eating their lunch around Tajima.  Abe noticed one corner of the desk was empty along with the half eaten lunch box.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it seems either he’s having diarrhea every day, or doesn’t have much appetite.” Izumi added. “He’s been going to the restrooms a lot, during lunch period.” Izumi then gave a look specifically directed at Abe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘What-?’ Abe thought to himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hamada then added, “Now that you mention it, he has been going to the restroom every day for the later part of the lunch period for a week huh?”  Izumi resumed eating casually as Hamada and Tajima looked at each other confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Thanks Izumi, for the hint.’ Abe thought to himself as he walked out.  Like he had guessed, Mihashi was not in the boy’s restrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That idiot. What is he doing during lunch?”  Abe thought to himself as he walked around the school building.  He checked the rooftop and the other hallways.   Abe had a bad feeling as he continued to look for Mihashi.  Then finally, he headed towards the baseball field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Abe got closer, sure enough, he could hear the ball hitting a net of some sort.  Abe quickly hid when he noticed Mihashi.  Mihashi had taken off his uniform and had placed it next to the bench and was just wearing his shirt. There was light sweat on his brow as he did his best to concentrate on his pitches.   One pitch at a time, he concentrated hard to throw a fast ball with enough control to send it where he wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That idiot! He’s training too hard! He’ll break his shoulders if he over trains himself.’ Abe thought as he looked on in anger.  Abe decided he better stop this now before Mihashi hurt himself.  Abe walked towards his pitcher, determined to stop the smaller boy’s solo practice regime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MIHA-!” Abe shouted outloud but he quickly stopped.  As he got closer, he could hear Mihashi’s small whisper… almost a chant that he said to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My ball will only reach Abe’s mitt…” Mihashi said under his breath as he concentrated and threw the baseball with all his might. “My ball… will only reach Abe’s mitt…!”  Mihashi said once more as he grabbed another baseball from the container next to him and threw that ball to the net with all his might. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That… that idiot!’  Abe thought to himself, slightly overwhelmed that Mihashi still depended on him during his practices alone.  Abe felt that it was his fault that Mihashi depended on him so much, but the guy seriously had no one to support him. Even though he tried so hard, no one recognized his efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I want to give his confidence back.’ Abe thought as he remembered his promise to himself.  He quickly wiped his tears with his arm sleeves.  Then he walked towards Mihashi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mihashi!” Abe shouted out loud.  Abe decided that he will still not let Mihashi destroy his shoulders no matter how moving or touching the scene may be. Immediately, Mihashi stiffened.  Awkwardly he turned his head then he started to fidget and run in place as Abe walked closer and closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I… I… I….” Mihashi stammered as he tried to think of a quick explanation.   Abe stared down at him as Mihashi shrunk like a tiny mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hand.” Abe demanded.  Mihashi slowly raised his shivering hand.  Abe grabbed it immediately from the mid-raise.   With his fingertips, Abe felt Mihashi’s rough hands, one corner and knuckle at a time. It hasn’t gotten too rough from the last time he felt it up.  And luckily, his hand wasn’t too cold or too warm, which meant he didn’t practice for too long today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As long as you know what you did was wrong, it’s fine.” Abe said with a slight sigh of relief.  “ Let’s go back to class. Lunch is over.” Abe said after he calmed down.  Mihashi quickly nodded his head in agreement.  ‘Perhaps, too quickly’, Abe thought, but did not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still holding Mihashi’s right hand, he dragged him back towards the school building.  Mihashi sulked and fidgeted, scared to death that Abe was angry at him. Then Mihashi started to hiccup and cry.  Abe sighed, realizing that he was making the situation worse.  All he was trying to do was trying to support his pitcher and make him the best.  Mihashi should have the best; he worked harder than any pitcher Abe knew.  The boy deserved to feel the taste of victory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a good pitcher, Mihashi.” Abe said as he walked on.  Mihashi sniffled but listened. “You are a good pitcher, Mihashi. Have some confidence in yourself.” Abe turned to face him, as he held Mihashi’s hand tightly, giving him a light squeeze, hoping to transfer some courage through the warmth of his own hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mihashi’s sniffling died and his tears dried up as he looked at Abe.  A slow but sure smile slowly formed on Mihashi’s face.  Abe smirked back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But you are not allowed to train alone anymore.” Abe quickly scolded him.  Mihashi stiffened again, and nodded fervently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you want to train, you have to call me next time so I can supervise,” Abe reprimanded.   “From now on, we will train together, got it?!”  And Mihashi quickly nodded again.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go back to class then.” Abe said as they continued to walk back to school, hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to the two players, above them was Mihashi’s classroom.  And leaning outside was Izumi, who smiled slightly as he saw that Abe was bringing back Mihashi uninjured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Izumi~ What are you looking, outside the window?” Tajima asked.  Izumi quickly looked forward and said, “Nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eeeh? That smile was gross!” Tajima shouted as he quickly jumped towards the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I said it’s nothing! The teacher will come soon, get back to your seat!” Izumi shouted as he pushed Tajima away from the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author note: Like all my first fic of the series, it&apos;s... seriously lacking in plot. I&apos;ve only read 14 chapters and watched 24 episodes T.T;;; I really want more so I can write a better story sigh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like all my first fics, i don&apos;t like this one. oh well... better luck next time XD</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 04:56:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic]: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: 1827 Maybe he’s not a bad person after all -request #1-</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Katekyo Hitman Reborn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe he’s not a bad person after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; 1827&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/~musal&quot;&gt;Genna sempai&lt;/a&gt; for editing!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sewing!Hibari?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Requested by:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;rukawagf&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://rukawagf.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://rukawagf.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;rukawagf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe he’s not a bad person after all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He’s going to kill me!’ Tsunayoshi thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya grabbed the collar of Tsunayoshi’s shirt, making the buttons pop out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘He ripped my shirt!!!’ Tsunayoshi cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya’s eyes widen in shock as the buttons broke.   He didn’t expect the shirt to rip. “...Strip.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I said strip, didn’t I?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunayoshi did what he said, since he didn’t feel like getting killed. He handed the shirt to Kyoya, relieved the he was wearing a shirt underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya snatched the shirt from his hand, and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“M-my shirt...!!” Tsunayoshi cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kyo-san just wants to fix it for you,” Kusakabe said, appearing out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ku-Kusakabe-san?!” Tsunayoshi jumped. ‘Where the Hell did he came from?!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry, sewing is Kyo-san’s specialty,” Kusakabe smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?” Tsunayoshi looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Kyoya came back with Tsunayoshi’s shirt. “Here,” he stated simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s really fixed!” Tsunayoshi looked surprise. “Thank you!” He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile made Kyoya blushed, then walked away coolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Maybe he’s not a bad person after all,’ Tsunayoshi thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;If Tsuna was Mihashi from Oofuri, he&apos;ll be like... &apos;ii hito! TOT;;&apos; XDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;and it&apos;s true that Hibari can sew~ +3+;;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 00:33:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic]: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: 1827 Moments -request #3-</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Katekyo Hitman Reborn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; 1827&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/~musal&quot;&gt;Genna sempai&lt;/a&gt; for editing!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Nothing much... It&apos;s just a short fic~ +3+;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Requested by:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;dgm_allenwalker&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://dgm-allenwalker.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://dgm-allenwalker.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;dgm_allenwalker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for Hibari Kyoya to go home. As he walked pass the garden, he saw a familiar face sleeping against the tree. It was Sawada Tsunayoshi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked closer, and saw the surrounding. He noticed Tsunayoshi was the only one left behind for cleaning duty. Kyoya made a mental note to punish those who skipped their cleaning duty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moaning sound Tsunayoshi made brought Kyoya back from his killing mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya thought the he must have been tired from cleaning all by himself. Without hesitation, he took off his jacket and covered the tired boy. When he got close to Tsunayoshi, Kyoya’s heart started beating fast, and carelessly kissed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly backed up, and blushed when he realized what he had done. He quickly walked away, thinking he must be tired from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Kyoya found his jacket on top of his desk with a clean fresh smell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lame title... xDDDD;;; Couldn&apos;t think of a good one... TwT;;; Well anyway this is a challenge for myself to write short fics and no smut. Dx;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll post Ruka&apos;s request when she come back~ +3+;;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 22:29:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic]: TTGL: Kamina x Simon + Kamina x Yoko Curiosity -request #2-</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Kamina x Simon + Kamina x Yoko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Butt grabbing xD~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/~musal&quot;&gt;Genna sempai&lt;/a&gt; for fixing my grammars!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Grabbing butts is men&apos;s romance! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Requested by:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;chibiko721&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://chibiko721.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://chibiko721.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;chibiko721&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ x3333~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curiosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Kamina’s curiosity made him want to test something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kya!” Yoko screamed as she felt a mosquito pinch on her behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh~ Nice reaction,” Kamina said fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“KA-MI-NA!” Yoko took out her riffle, and pointed it at Kamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa! Whoa! Chill woman!” He backed up, and then ran full speed away, dodging her bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t ever come back, you perverted bastard!” He could hear the echoes of her words from three miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Kamina headed to his next victim: Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Simon~” He pinched Simon’s behind, and waited for his reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it, Aniki?” Simon turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? No reaction…” He looked down, and saw he wasn’t grabbing Simon’s behind, it was Boota’s. “Bo-Boota?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Buu!” Boota smirked as if he was making fun of him, and took a bite on his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ouch!” Kamina cried in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing, Aniki?” Simon sweated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry that there&apos;s no smut. TwT;; I&apos;m challenging myself to write short fics &amp;gt;w&amp;gt;;;;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 22:20:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[Fanfic]: TTGL: Garlock!SimonxKamina Without You -request #4-</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Story:&lt;/b&gt; Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Garlock!SimonxKamina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Sex and abit of angst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/~musal&quot;&gt;Genna sempai&lt;/a&gt; for fixing my grammars!!!!!!!!!! Edited and modified by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;amande_san&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://amande-san.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://amande-san.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;amande_san&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Not much to say~ It&apos;s just a short smut story with older Simon and Kamina. x3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Requested by:&lt;/b&gt; My Aniki, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;amande_san&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://amande-san.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://amande-san.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;amande_san&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ x3333~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Without You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aniki...” Simon moaned. Inside a dark room with no windows, a young man was lying on his bed sleeping. “Aniki...” The bed sheets rustled as he dreamed of his beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Simon...” Kamina moaned as he bit on the zipper of Simon’s bottom corset, slowly undoing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nn...” Simon could feel Kamina’s nose sliding down his stomach, causing him to let out a shameless moan. When Kamina was half way done unzipping it, he felt Simon’s manhood poking his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re like this already?” Kamina laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aniki!” Simon blushed. “Ah!” He moaned when Kamina rubbed his tip, and started sucking it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ani... Aniki... hurry...” Simon said as he took off his pants, his hot cock popping out like a spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamina flicked the tip with his finger to tease his littler brother more. Then he started rubbing it, making Simon squirm. When he let go, a long white trail of a sticky liquid oozed out, following his finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nn...! Aniki, not just with your hands... your mouth too...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is that how you ask someone a favor?” Kamina smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“P-please!” Simon clung to Kamina, grabbing his head and giving him a deep kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Roger,” Kamina said as they parted for air. He unzipped Simon’s top corset and slid his tongue from Simon’s neck to chest, nibbling around his nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aniki, hurry! I can’t wait any longer!” Simon cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heh. Simon, when did you become so perverted? While I was gone?” Kamina laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s your fault...! Ah!” Simon stopped when he felt his manhood being sucked. The harder Kamina sucked, the louder Simon moaned as he grabbed tightly to Kamina’s hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to...! Itai!” Simon cried in pain when his cock was grabbed hard. “Wh-why’d you do that, Aniki?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can’t cum yet,” Kamina sucked his finger, and then started probing into his own entrance to make it wider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nn...” The look on his face was enough to make Simon cum. After he finished his business, he slowly entered himself on Simon. “Ah...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to push yourself, Aniki...” Simon gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m doing this because I want to... Nn...!” Kamina completely entered Simon, trying to adjust. “This feels great... Do you feel great too, kyoudai?” He slowly raised his hips up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea... Nn...!” Simon definitely liked the feeling of his hot member inside Kamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah!” Kamina cried in pleasure as he thrust himself harder up and down on Simon. He could feel Simon’s open corset zipper teeth scrapping his hard cock, sending chills up his spine. Kamina placed his arms on Simon’s spread knees to balance himself as he rode himself to ecstasy. Simon bucked up hard into Kamina, matching their wild rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling his aniki clench himself tight around him, Simon came hard with a harsh cry. Kamina soon followed, spilling himself all over his kyoudai’s bare stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aniki!” Simon screamed as he quickly got up from his bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? It was a dream...?” he pondered out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted his blanket and sighed. There was white creamy liquid all over his stomach and bed. He started tearing up as a bitter laugh came out of his dry lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aniki... I miss you… so much,” Simon mumbled into his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I got y&apos;all right?! XD&lt;br /&gt;You thought that this gonna be KaminaxSimon at first right?! Right?! XD;;;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I failed as your kyoudai, aniki! TwT;; &lt;br /&gt;I had you fixing my mistakes D:</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 04:50:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[crack] 8018 + Sha59</title>
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