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Mon, 03 Mar 2008 22:33:04 GMT

Prince fof Tennis
TezuRyo
NC-17

http://pat-ace87.livejournal.com/15631.html

Fic: Ophidiophobia

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 01:25:14 GMT

Title:Ophidiophobia
Rating: G
Warnings: Tezuka may be o.c. and unbetad
word count: 320

Actually for 30kisses but Tezuka was acting a bit childish here so I figure might as well post for challenge 40 (since noone else as) reviews are nice
Tezuka nearly jumped out of his skin as a force slammed into his back and a scream sounded in his ear. He was hiking with Echizen through the woods and they were having a very pleasant time together. It had been their first non-tennis date and Tezuka was thrilled it had been so nice. Sometimes he was worried that the only thing they had in common was tennis and this proved it wasn’t.

When he looked back; he saw Echizen clinging to him like there was no tomorrow and staring at the ground like it would eat him. When he looked at the ground he did not see anything.

“Make it go away Buchou.”

“Make what go away? There is nothing there.” Said Tezuka, a little more than confuse and trying to pry Echizen off his back.

“Don’t you see it? It’s right there! It’s probably poisonous and I nearly stepped on it too,” said Echizen, shaking like a leaf and pointing at the ground.

When Tezuka moved closer, Echizen actually squeaked and jumped away onto a rock, looking terrified. After moving a little closer, he nearly burst out laughing with what he saw. It was just a little, brown, snake that was perfectly harmless. His boyfriend was terrified of snakes. He could not resist playing a little joke.

“Do you mean this snake?” asked Tezuka, holding the snake up, right in Echizen’s face.

He screamed again and fell off the rock.

“Echizen, its ok, that little snake is perfectly harmless and is not poisonous at all,” said Tezuka with a little smile, pulling the boy into a tight hug.

“Sure?”

“I promise.”

“Still don’t like them,” grumbled the boy, more then a bit embarrassed about overreacting to the snake. Tezuka chuckled at that and pulled the boy to his feet.

“Nee, can you not tell anyone of this?” asked Echizen holding onto Tezuka’s hand.

Tezuka chuckled again, “I promise.”

Moments: Chapter 33: Tezukology: A Tezuka/Echizen Fic

Sat, 09 Feb 2008 21:31:57 GMT

Ryoma Echizen thinks Tezukology is the answer to all things 'ow' and that's another mind-boggling logic that leaves Kunimitsu Tezuka completely... boggled.

New chapter from GenderFucked Angel,

Category: Prince of Tennis
Title: Moments
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Tezukology
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: Fiction Rated: T
Summary: Tezuka's little box of memories. KTezREch, KAtobeJAkutagawa,
COotoriRShishido and SYukimuraGSanada. Profile for info.

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 02:20:37 GMT

Hey Everybody!!!!!!!!!
I've created a community in FF.net that deals ONLY with POT Yaoi. Some of you guys have accounts at FF.net, and if you look into this community you might find a story you wrote archived in it.
My goal basically is to get as many WELL WRITTEN POT yaoi stories in this community. And I'm talking about a good story that has a good plot and a descent story line that is not rushed or that has none of the other crap that I've seen going around lately. The community is pretty new, but I'm slowly gathering quite a few worthy stories that I'm sure some of you will enjoy reading. The pairings are quite diverse (I don't discriminate against any pairing) and the rating are also very diverse. You'll find one-shots some short stories.
What I'm asking for is the following: I would REALLY appreciate it if you guys could start recommending some of the POT yaoi stories (in FF.NET) that you've read and that you deem worthy to be read, so that I can start adding them into this community. Again it doesn't matter what pairing it is, or the length or rating, what I'm looking for is for it to be a well written story. So once more, if you all could please recommend some stories or even the author of some stories so that I can start adding I would really appreciate it.
Thank You
^_^
** http://www.fanfiction.net/community/POT_Yaoi_Only/54831/ **

~~ X-posted everywhere ~~

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 04:59:09 GMT

hey if you love Prince of tennis join this forum
http://z15.invisionfree.com/tennisnooujisama/index.php?showtopic=60

[Fic] Defying Gravity

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 00:49:33 GMT

Title: Defying Gravity
Pairing: TezuRyo (AtoRyo for comfort)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3885
Summery: Ryoma can't seem to move on...

A/N: Heavy Angst.

“So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky
As someone told me lately
Everyone deserves a chance to fly

And if I’m flying solo
At least I’ll be flying free!”

“Defying Gravity”, Wicked

Ryoma nearly arched off the bed as the boy—nameless, but looked enough like Tezuka that Ryoma could pretend it really was him—as the boy pushed inside with a moan. Ryoma ignored the ringing dizziness in his head as he finally allowed his iron self-control to let him release.

They both fell back to the bed with a silent sigh, the nameless one falling asleep immediately, earning Ryoma’s distaste as he got off the bed to go into the bathroom to wash himself off. By the time he came back in, the other one was snoring, earning Ryoma’s contempt forever more as he got into his clothes and left the hotel.

Tezuka fell into step behind him. “You’re going to break more hearts than Fuji if you continue that up.” His voice is mild, but there is enough of a hint of disapproval to make Ryoma bristle.

“Yeah, well, it’s better than nothing,” Ryoma snapped, then wished he could take his words back as Tezuka looked lost and sad. He wants nothing more than to tiptoe—he still isn’t as tall as he would have liked—and brush his lips ever so gently with Tezuka’s, but they’ve come so far now, not touching, that Ryoma refuses to break the barrier.

Tezuka raises a hand as if touch Ryoma’s hair, but then drops it again as Ryoma enters his apartment house and into the elevator that leads to his flat. Ryoma watches the white-clothed Tezuka out of the corner of his eye from his position in the corner, and then feels his arousal return when Tezuka places his hands on either side of his head, is he really going to, oh yes—

Tezuka brushes his lips ever so slightly, making Ryoma sigh in contentment, the contentment he never felt with anyone else, no matter how much they looked like him. He wrapped his arms around Tezuka’s neck, and leaned forward—

Abruptly, Ryoma sat up, not caring at how the sheets dark with sweat bunched around his waist as he drew in lungfuls of bitterly cold air—he had left a window open, he recalls now, as he stands and goes to close it.

As he stands in the open frame, letting the bitter wind rip across him, almost through him, he wipes away stray tears. He doesn’t want to dwell too much on whether it’s from the recurring dream or from the wind in his eyes, but all he knows is how he suddenly drops to the floor, letting the tears fall and stain the beige carpet. He must have made some sort of noise, because suddenly there are arms around him, soothing him in comforting tones, stroking his hair ignoring the sweat rapidly congealing there.

But it isn’t Tezuka.

It isn’t Tezuka because Tezuka went jogging down a road at 2 in the morning because he couldn’t sleep due to a terrible row he and Ryoma had about whether Ryoma was being faithful (he was) and Tezuka was wearing dark clothing, and the car that had come ripping through there hadn’t seen him in time to hit the breaks.

The owner of the arms—Atobe—cries with him, and if Ryoma had been the boy he was 2 months ago he would have been shocked, but now, nothing touches him.

Except that dream.

Ryoma looks up from Atobe’s lilac-clad shoulder to see Tezuka, dressed in white like in his dream, the exact white suit they buried him in, look at him.

For a moment Ryoma forgets how to breathe.

Tezuka raises his left arm, and looks more gentle than he had ever been in life—Ryoma’s throat closes, and he gulps reflexively—and points to the west.

Tears are streaming down Ryoma’s face, but he can’t bring himself to care as he watches breathlessly. Tezuka points to the west, and smiles, a smile full of comfort. His eyes are telling Ryoma I’ll wait for you so we can make the journey together.

Ryoma finishes the thought as Tezuka’s ghost disappears. Like I always have.

“Death is not the end, merely the beginning to a different story.”

Moments: Chapter 32: Moments

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 12:52:29 GMT

PACIFIC

Summary: Tezuka's little box of memories. KTezREch, KAtobeJAkutagawa,
COotoriRShishido and SYukimuraGSanada. Stop stealing my characters andor
nicknames.

challenge #40!

Sun, 02 Dec 2007 17:21:08 GMT

Hello everyone! Sorry this is a bit late, but I had a bit of a fever yesterday and it just entirely slipped my mind. And now it's time for me to close down the wildcard challenge.

We had one entry, by rikarahl entitled Spacial Memory from Challenge #38, "Space". So go read it!

Keep in mind that the wildcard pops up every three months, so you'll see it again at the end of February! Don't stop working on fics just because the challenge changes!

And now it's time to start a new round of challenges, starting once again with a "theme challenge" for challenge #40:

40 going on 14

Ever wanted to see Tezuka actually acting like a teenager? Your mission is to keep him in character but also prove he's not already middle-aged! Have fun with it, kids. And remember to tag everything with "challenge 40", please!

[Fic] Spacial Memory

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 21:33:01 GMT

Title: Spacial Memory
Pairing: TezuRyo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2005
Summary: All Tezuka wants to do is finish his English project....
A/N:From Challenge #38 (I took space to mean inhabitable spaces like a room) This is my first time posting! ^_^ I haven't stretched my literary muscles in a few years so I hope this isn't too rough around the edges. It hasn't been beta-ed so any mistakes (which I hope are few and far in between) are mine. Please be gentle!

italics - memories/thoughts

Spacial Memory

Golden beams of light pierced the library window, blazing a path straight across the reading table. Tezuka shifted his chair over a few inches but still managed to find the sun directly in his face. A soft sigh escaped as he deftly shut the English dictionary and slide out of his seat, clasping his books under his arm. With all the other study desks being occupied at this hour Tezuka knew he would have to find a new room to finish his research.

As he neared the double door entrance he paused, his hand stretched out, palm resting firmly on the smooth mahogany surface. Was it just last week that Echizen came tumbling through these doors into his arms?

“Fuji, the last time we worked on a joint art project the whole canvas was covered in cacti.”

The skin around Fuji's eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Well, the instructor wanted a landscape. I think he found our project a refreshing change from the standard ocean scene.”

Remembering the slightly befuddled expression the art instructor leveled at them when they presented their canvas to the class, Tezuka lifted an eyebrow. “Hmm...” He glanced down at the camera clasped in Fuji's hands. “I don't think that will pass this time around. Our assignment is to photograph the important people in our life.” Tezuka spun on his heel, hefting“Photography for Beginners” from the edge of the librarian's circular desk. “That means no cacti.”

“Of coarse.” A playful light entered Fuji's eyes, the smile turning into a mischievous smirk. “So...who do you plan on photographing Tezuka?”

An image of sharp, impertinent golden eyes peering up at him from beneath the bill of a well worn cap flashed through his mind. A sudden heat rushed through his limbs, pooling uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. “My Grandfather will be more than willing to allow himself to be photographed for me.” He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.   Seeing the knowing gleam in Fuji's eyes he started for the front door. “Who do you have in mind Fuji?” He asked without turning to see if his teammate was following him.

“Ah, my si-” Fuji's words were suddenly drowned out by the loud bang of the doors bursting open and the squeals of teenage girls. A figure came tumbling in, a stack of books tipping precariously in his grasp.

Tezuka's eyes widened when the person didn't slow down, careening into the senior. On instinct, he stretched his arms out to catch the toppling tower of books. The books slid between his fingers just before the figure crashed into him full force, knocking them both back toward the circulation desk.

A soft grunt reached his ears as his arms circled around him to keep the two of them from collapsing back. Staring down at the body firmly pressed up against his body, Tezuka's breath caught in his chest. “Echizen?”

The younger man stirred, leaning back enough to see who stopped his headlong rush. “Buchou?”

The silence drew out between them, Tezuka's arms still circled around the freshman. A slight blush began to burn his cheeks when a bright flash filtered through the air. Quickly releasing his hold on him, Tezuka moved back a pace as casually as he could manage. “Are you alright Echizen?”

The conversation that followed remains a blur in Tezuka's memory. The picture Fuji managed to snap at the most embarrassing moment has disappeared from the camera's memory; however, Tezuka suspects that Fuji has saved the image behind his back.

Tezuka shook his head, freeing himself from his reverie. Using more force than strictly necessary, he pushed the door wide open, striding out of the library as though spending one more second in the room would burn the feel of Echizen into his skin.

Long, purposeful steps soon carried Tezuka past full classrooms and small groups of students lining the halls into a mostly deserted dinning hall. The only people still lingering over their meals were silent, attempting to shovel the rest of their food down as quickly as humanly possible before the bell signaled the arrival of the afternoon class sessions. Tezuka rounded the first row of tables, seating himself at the end of the table farthest away from the door. With his work spread before him Tezuka drew a deep breath in, slowly exhaling. A moment passed before he picked up his pencil and stared down his assignments with the same intensity as he would stare down any opponent facing him on the courts.

All too soon the second afternoon bell sounded through the hall followed by a sudden burst of noise from the students as they scrambled out of their seats to rush off to their next class.    Tezuka glanced up from his English paper to the clock fixed above the service line, readjusting his glasses. “2pm...” Despite the fact that he didn't have class this afternoon, Tezuka started to gather up his materials knowing that the students being released would soon flood the dinning hall.

Sliding his dictionary toward his small pack, his hand brushed against a deep gash in the plastic table edge. “This couldn't be...” He leaned over to his right noticing for the first time the mysteriously purple stained chair fixed to the floor next to him.

“Buchou.”

A fission of delight lanced through his chest at the sound of Echizen's voice. “What is it Echizen?”

Echizen lifted his tray up a little higher and nodded at the seat next to Tezuka. “Can I sit with you Buchou?” He asked, a mildly disgusted look flitting across his face. “Horio won't stop showering me with his half chewed food.”

“Ah.” Tezuka motioned for him to be seated.

Seated side by side, neither spoke a word. Occasionally, Tezuka would quickly glance over to take in the close up view without the almost ever present cap. “He looks better without the hat” he mused, noting the way Echizen's hair fell across his face, an inky black curtain that served to highlight his brilliant eyes.

Near the end of the meal Tezuka peaked over to find Echizen staring back at him. He held the younger boy's gaze. There was a fire and intensity burning in Echizen's eyes, the heat of it sparking a similar ember in Tezuka. The moment was broken before he could properly identify the meaning behind their silent exchange as Echizen lowered his head down to stare at the table.
Raising his head slightly, not quiet looking at Tezuka, Echizen spoke, his speech quavering ever so slightly. “I've missed you.” He toyed with the grape Ponta can, shifting it from side to side on the table. “You know, these past two years have been boring without you around.”

Tezuka's heart skipped a beat. The two years since graduating to Seigaku High had been quiet and uneventful without Echizen. He would keep expecting to look up and see Echizen strutting confidently out onto the courts, an ever present smirk playing at the edges of his lips.

Echizen looked up, capturing his gaze again. A more playful light danced in his eyes than the earlier fire. “Buchou, would you like to---”

“Tezuka, just who I wanted to see.” Inui approached the two seated figures from behind casting an ominous shadow over them. Tezuka looked up, quickly leaning away from the glass mug near his face. A deep purple liquid gently lapped at the sides of the mug when Inui moved it closer to Tezuka. “Fuji suggested that I add a more mysterious ingredient to this a few days ago.” He nudged his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “This is Super Special Inui Juice Hyper Remix Number Ten. Would you care to test it for me?”

A chill passed through Tezuka as he eyed the bubbling remixed formula. “Ah...I will pass.”

Inui swung the mug toward Echizen. “Echiz---”

“ECHIZEN!!” Horio's panicked screech pierced the air from the end of the table. The freshman was flailing madly sprinting toward them. “SAVE ME!”

“YOU LITLLE BRAT, THIS WAS A NEW BANDANA!” An enraged Kaido followed in hot pursuit of the freshman, hissing menacingly.

“AHHHHHH!” Horio ran blindly toward Echizen, with his whole focus on his classmate that he didn't register Inui standing in the middle of the isle.

The collision seemed almost choreographed for all that the event felt like a scene from a movie. Horio slammed into Inui sending the mug of Super Special Inui Juice Hyper Remix flying from his hands. The bubbling liquid arched through the air before landing on Echizen's head. Rivulets of the purple concoction streamed down his face, painting his clothes a brilliant violet before pooling on the stool he sat on. Echizen viciously wiped at his mouth with his arm which only served rub the juice in. He swayed in his seat, his face paling, a ting of green spreading upwards before his eyes rolled up into his head.

Tezuka reached out to catch Echizen before he fell backwards. Inui whipped out his notebook, scribbling furiously while muttering “good data” under his breath.

Closing his text book, Tezuka swept stared blankly at the clock. “This isn't getting me anywhere,” he whispered to himself. Sweeping his belongs up into his small pack he stalked out the dinning hall. Anyone he passed would later comment on a distinct chill that followed in his wake.

Stalking down the halls did nothing to stop the flood gates of memories. With each room he passed another image surfaced of Echizen.

Echizen half dressed waiting for the yearly physical in the infirmary.

Echizen pulling himself out of the deep end of the pool, the water sliding down his well defined arms. His swim shorts...oh, how they clung to his body in a most tantalizing and teasing manner.

Echizen lying underneath an oak tree in the courtyard, a smirk tugging at his lips, eyes bright when he noticed Tezuka standing in a shadowy archway. A now familiar“Buchou” left his mouth with a deep almost sensual drawl.

With each memory more distracting than the last, Tezuka didn't realize he had made it to the tennis courts until he stopped just before the fence. He was at least fifteen minutes early to practice judging from the fact that only one net had been placed by the two tiny freshmen still struggling with the rest.

Tezuka leaned his head against the high metal wiring of the fence, the coolness of it helping to sooth his fevered skin. Of all the rooms and occupied spaces of Seigaku, the court inevitably brought up the most potent memories.

Arms burning with fatigue, yet the adrenaline and the pure joy of the match pushing him to perform at an even higher level , knowing that across that net those sparkling golden eyes would never forgive him for giving anything less than his entire being.   And knowing that the same focus and intensity was being returned 100% gave Tezuka a thrill he only ever experienced with Echizen.

Meeting at the net, callused hands reaching up to mold perfectly with one another. Even in defeat Echizen burned with a fire that threatened to consume Tezuka.

A faint whisper of breathing and the distinct warmth of another body behind him cause him to turn sharply on his left foot. All he could see was the brim of a white cap a few inches from his nose. Heat flushed through Tezuka at the not so unwelcome invasion of personal space.

“Buchou.” That same husky voice washed over him, feeding the fire growing steadily stronger within him. Golden eyes peered up from beneath the white brim. They had the same heat behind them as they did that day in the dinning hall. “Have a match with me?”

Those few words and the subtle meaning behind them was not lost on Tezuka. “When?”

The trademarked smirk blossomed onto his face. “Come to my house tonight.”

As Echizen walked into the clubhouse, Tezuka felt an answering smile reach his lips. “Anytime, anywhere Echizen.”

Wild Card!

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 19:17:49 GMT

Alright, so to round up: we had one entry for Challenge #39: Pirates, and that is Whose better?? by aozu_chan.

And now it's time to give your mods a break from coming up with challenges and set off on the three day Wild Card challenge. Drag out all your half finished fics from previous challenges and get them posted before the first, because it's your only chance until February!

And while you're at it, if you have any suggestions here for things you'd like to see during the holiday season or any prompts and such, drop a line here. ♥ Or you could just tell me something about Tezuka or Ryoma or both.

challenge #39: Pirates

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 01:09:37 GMT

Title: Whose better??
Pairing: Tezuryo
Rating: PG-13?

STANDARD DISCLAIMER APPLIES

"Fuji-senpai, whose better at cooking, pirates or ninjas?" Ryoma asked during practice one day.

"Hm... Pirates, because-" Fuji said before,

"Fuji! Echizen! 10 Laps! Don't slack off!" Tezuka said.

THE NEXT DAY...

"Oishi-senpai, who knows more languages, a pirate or ninja?" Ryoma asked.

"Pirates, since they travel a lot mo-" Oishi said, getting cut off by Tezuka.

"Oishi! 10 laps! Echizen! 20!" Tezuka said, twitching.

THE NEXT DAY...

"Kikumaru-senpai-" Ryoma started before Kikumaru ran off saying

"Oishi! Wanna try out our new formation?" trying to get away from Ryoma.

2 DAYS LATER...

"Buchou, who's better at kissing, a pirate or a ninja?" Ryoma asked after everyone left.

Tezuka at first ignored him, but eventually answered.

"Me." before kissing the speechless prince.

END

(This was a 5 minute thing, so it's pretty bad.)

Challenge #39!

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 21:22:09 GMT

Alright, so apparently Challenge #38 didn't manage to get any entries, for now! But, as I've mentioned previously, at the end of this month will be the wildcard challenge, so if you're still working on a fic from any of the previous challenges, make sure to get at it because you'll be able to post it!

And for now, let's begin Challenge #39, a Standard AU

Pirates

(that's a standard AU, isn't it? Isn't everything better with Pirates?)

So get at it and have fun! :D

Challenge #38!

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 16:48:57 GMT

Alrighty! So for the flashfic prompt we had one entry:

Trapped by pat_ace87

And in terms of Challenge #38, Member's Choice we got quite a few good suggestions and by totally random and blind finger pointing, the next challenge will be:

Space

Which could mean anything, although the suggester meant as in "outer space" but space is more open and I doubt she'd be put out if it meant personal space or time-space or any sort of space at all. And the rest of the suggestions will be kept in mind for future challenges!

So write, draw, drabble, whatever and please tag entries "challenge 38" :D

Tue, 30 Oct 2007 06:10:12 GMT

Prince of Tennis
Pairing: TezuRyo
Raiting: G
Promp: Escape

Of to little (really little ~_~) drabble...

http://pat-ace87.livejournal.com/6307.html

flashfic challenge

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 17:01:51 GMT

Sorry I'm a bit late with this update, but it allowed two last minute entries to the Band of Princes challenge, so that's a good thing, right?

First we have My Song by cystal_lady and second we have Untitled by devilchilde.

And now it's time for a Flashfic Challenge. This will be open until November first, and as always anything goes, just remember to tag entries with "flashfic", please. This time the challenge will be:

Escape

The last bit of business I have is that the challenge on the first is supposed to be Member's Choice! So does anybody have an idea for a prompt? If there's lots of idea feel free to use this space for a discussion or vote or something, and on the first the prompt will be whatever the members come up with! See you then!

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 08:14:56 GMT

This really isn't much since I got the 'inspiration' at like 3 in the morning a few days ago.

Title : Untitled...(can anyone think of one for me?)
Author : devilchilde
Challenge : #37 Band of Princes
Rating : PG
Wordcount : 365 (w/lyrics)

The brunette lay artfully sprawled on the hotel bed; a pad of lined paper between his hands and a pen between his lips. The radio was quietly playing soft music from his favorite station. The DJ* announced a new song and the voice of his lover blared from the speakers.

Konna kimochi ga aru koto
Shirazu ni ikite kita kedo
Odayaka na tanoshii toki ga
Sukoshi-zutsu boku o kaeta
Ano hi ni mebaehajimeta
Tsuyosa e no atsui omoi
Ima de mo kawaranu hageshisa de
Takami dake mezashite iru
Oshiete kureta koto
Zenbu dakishimenagara
Hajimari ga sugu soko ni aru
Boku-tachi no jidai o ikiru
Kokoro kara omoeru yo deaete yokatta to
Yasashii egao wasurenai you ni yakitsukete
“Arigatou” kao o mite iesou ni nai kara
Kooto ni sotto chiisaku tsubuyaita

The young adult smirked. It was like his lover to do something like that. They had been apart for a little more than a year due to their respective tour schedule. Apparently, this was one of his songs on his newly released album, Change.

One such song obviously deserved another in reply. Memories of their time together flowed through his mind. His older lover is very loving and caring – if only he could see it behind the . The pen in his hand flowed across the pad as words began to appear between the blue lines.

The new song was released just as his tour ended. The two lovers, finally reunited, were in their humble apartment listening to their favorite ratio station, when the song played. It was from his single, Trials.

Sen no yoru o koete anata ni tsutaetai
Tsutaenakya naranai koto ga aru
Aisaretai demo aisou to shinai
Sono kurikaeshi no naka o samayotte
Boku ga mitsuketa kotae wa hitotsu kowakutatte
Kizutsuitatte suki na hito ni wa suki tte tsutaeru n da
Kimochi o kotoba ni suru no wa kowai yo
Demo suki na hito ni wa suki tte tsutaeru n da
Kono hiroi sekai de meguriau yorokobi o kotoba ja iiarawasenai ne
Dakara boku-tachi wa hohoemi iro azayaka ni sugiru aki o doremi de utatte
Fuyu o se ni haru no komorebi o machi
Atarashiku umarekawaru dareka o mamoru you ni to

Fic:My song

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 02:10:55 GMT

My Song
rated: G
Word Count: 138

My second fic, sorry it is so short for the pillar pair challenge #37, sorry it's unbeta (I dont have one :(

Ryoma closed his eyes as he started to sing the newest song he wrote for the first time ever at the concert. It was deeply personal and for the first time he was embarrassed by being in front of all the fans, singing his song, and wished no one else could hear it, but the person it was meant for. It was his confession, of sorts, of how grateful he was for everything this person did for him. From teaching him the love of music to being their as a friend and a person he could admire. Even though Tezuka sang it with him, he wondered if he truly understood what it meant.

When they returned to the hotel room that Ryoma and Tezuka were sharing, Tezuka gently leaned down and kissed him, and Ryoma knew he understood.

Challenge #37

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 19:55:00 GMT

These challenges always seem to come to an end so quickly! It's already time for the next one, but first make sure you've read the entry from the image challenge:

Recall by kishmet

And this fortnight is supposed to be a canon AU challenge! Therefore, for challenge #37 the prompt will be:

Band of Princes

Time to write bandfic to your heart's content! Duets, band tours, concerts...drugs, sex, and rock'n'roll. Pretty much anything should be possible in an alternate universe canon, right? So have fun, and make sure to tag everything with "challenge 37".

Fic: Recall

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 19:52:01 GMT

Recall, by kishmet. Tezuka/Ryoma, PG, 2,100 words. For challenge #36, the image challenge! Linked to my LJ.

(Underneath that, the memory of Tezuka's fingers remains, as sharp and clear as though Tezuka were still touching him.)

Falling Tears- A Sign of Rain?

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 04:21:34 GMT

Title: Falling Tears- A Sign of Rain?
Pairing: TezuRyo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tears are falling, with a pitter patter sound. Down his pristine cheeks. He knows he'll never amount to that. OOC ALERT!
A/N: SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN LIKE, FOREVER! I just haven't been able to write, but now I'm gonna try again!

________TEZURYO4EVER-TEZURYO4EVER________

"Why the hell are you so fucking stubborn?!?!?!" Ryoma screamed, tears falling (pitter patter, pitter patter) just like rain. Tezuka couldn't bring himself to look into those golden eyes, so he turned his head to the side.

"I'm sorry."

"That's all you ever say, isn't it? Fine, I'm leaving." Ryoma said, tears still falling down those pristine cheeks. Just like that, he turned around, running off.

Tezuka sat down on a bench, burying his head in his head. I don't deserve you Ryoma. Too bad Ryoma couldn't read minds.

The next day at tennis practice, Ryoma didn't even show up.

"Where's Echizen?" Fuji asked.

"He was here during class today!" Horio said, in his usual loudmouthed way.

"Oh... Tezuka, do you know where he is?" Fuji asked. Tezuka shook his head 'no.'

"Hmm.... where's Ochibi? Maybe he ditched?" Eiji asked. No one knew, so Tezuka ordered everyone to go home, feeling uncomfortable.

The next day, everyone knew what happened to their Ochibi.

"WHAT? The gaki's gone to China?" Momo asked, jaw on the ground. Fuji's eyes snapped open, and Eiji tripped over his own two feet. (It's possible, I've done it before, while standing still...)

"Yes, Sensei told us today. He's accepted their tennis program there, in Beijing." Kachirou said. Everyone was quiet at that. Ryuzaki was the first to speak up, telling everyone to go home, and that they wouldn't be able to focus. It had started raining, so Tezuka went straight to the park where he and Ryoma had their first kiss, along with fight, all in the rain. But among the blooming sakuras, he spotted someone sitting beneath the tree, automatically knowing that it was Ryoma.

"Ryoma?" he said, getting closer to the boy.

Ryoma looked up, eyes rimmed red.

"What, buchou?" he asked, in a harsh voice.

"I'm so-" "Just stop saying that, Kunimitsu. I'm tired of it." Ryoma tiredly cut in.

"I don't deserve you, Ryoma. That's why I ended it." that was all he said, before being slapped by Ryoma.

"Idiot! Why do think I was going out with you? If you don't deserve me, than I don't deserve you!" he said. Tezuka was surprised, hand going up to touch his now stinging cheek.

"Then I guess we're both idiots, ne?" they looked at each other, before simultaneously saying "Sorry."

At tennis practice, everything was alright again. Eiji was glomping Ryoma as usual, and Inui was being scary with his Inui juice. All was right again. Ryoma and Tezuka looked up, seeing a rainbow, as a end to the hardships they faced.

Do you trust me???

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 01:30:46 GMT

Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezu/Ryo
Raiting: PG-13

Ok this is my 1st POT fic so any constructive criticism will be appreciated. I don't have a Beta, but I tried to edit it as best as I could -_- ""...

He felt himself been lifted, but couldn’t do anything to prevent it. His body was just too numb, having passed the point of unbearable to simply just going limb on him. Next thing he knew he was been thrown against something hard, he heard himself whimper, and heard someone next to him laughing, and soon he slipped into unconsciousness; welcoming the darkness that took him away from to a safe heaven.

            “…can’t believe that someone could do something like this…”
            “…found him in the alley…”
            “…and his parents?”
            “…he’s living by himself, apparently…”
            There were too many voices, and his head hurt too much for him to properly concentrate in any one of them. He tried to move, but immediately regretted it, as unbearable pain jolted his body, causing him to whimper.
            “Echizen?!”
            “I’ll call the doctor.”
            “Echizen, can you hear me?”
            Someone was talking to him, he couldn’t place the voice with a face, but he knew this person, if only his head would stop pounding he could remember who this person was.
            “Echizen, Ryoma. Young man you’re extremely lucky you know.”
            Lucky? How was he lucky when he thought his body was been pierced by knives every time he moved!!!
            “..where..” He tried to speak but his throat hurt, and his voice came out as a painful rasp.
            “You’re in the hospital right now, do you remember what happened?”
            What happened? No, he didn’t….wait….he remembered leaving tennis practice and walking home by himself, because Momo-senpai had other plans after school. Then…someone had called him, and next thing he knew he felt intense pain on the back of his head, he remembered falling forward but then everything else was a blur…what happened?
            “Maybe we should wait until he’s off the sedatives, doctor.”
            “Yes, you’re right, however I’m afraid I’ll have to give him something right now, I can tell his in more pain than he should.”
            “Will he be ok?”
            That voice, he knew that voice.
            “Bucho…”
            “Echizen, you’re in the hospital right now, you’re safe, get some rest for the moment.”
            That voice…he loved that voice…
            “…Bucho…” And with that he felt unconsciousness pulling him into a restless sleep.
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            “Ne, Tezuka, how’s Echizen?” Fuji asked, while catching up with to his captain before he could head home.
            “He’s much better now. He’ll be able to come to school starting next week.”
            “…It was very generous of you to offer to take care of him while he was recuperating. With his parents away in America and his cousin off visiting some relatives, there would have been no one to care for him.” Fuji said with a sparkle to his usual smile.
            “Nn.” Tezuka answered, giving away no other emotion for the tensai to play with.

            “Saa… do give him my well wishes then.”
            And with that Fuji left Tezuka to walk home.
            Ryuuzaki sensei had indeed offered to take care of Echizen, however Tezuka thought that it was his responsibility. After all, he blamed himself for Echizen’s accident.

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He hated the stupid bandages that went all around his torso, and he hated having to stay in bed all day long (even though on other occasions he wouldn’t have really complained, but this was different), and he so hated having to deal with the stupid bastard that just got home from school.

Recuperation after a traumatizing and possibly life threatening experience should be relaxing and energizing, but giving the circumstance all Echizen felt at the moment, was frustration and anger; which wasn’t something that helped with his current incapacitated predicament.

            He threw the blankets off of him failing in his frustration to find a more comfortable position in bed, but immediately regret said action, due to the intense pain that shot through his abdomen. He grabbed his broken ribs, taking in a sharp breath to try and easy the pain that shot through him, doubling forward in his plight. Next thing he knew two pair of arm were gently holding him, and a warm voice lazed with concern was saying something.
            He looked up and found himself face to face with the one person he didn’t want to look at, but was forced to live with until he was well enough to go home.
            “Are you alright, should I get you some aspirin for the pain?” Tezuka asked, looking at him, and holding him as if he would break under the lightest touch.
            “Let go of me, I’m fine.” He answered, but not moving away from him in fear of causing more pain to himself in his haste of escaping those arms that just wouldn’t let go.

            “Ryoma—”
            “I said let go, Bucho.” He answered without looking at him. Soon those arms were removed, but the owner did not budge from his post next to the bed.
            Echizen lowered himself onto the mattress trying not to let the other one know how much pain he really was in.
            “Fuji sends his well wishes.” Tezuka suddenly said.
            At once, the pain was replaced by anger.
            “Oh, does he now.” He answered, looking at Tezuka with glaring eyes.
            “Echizen—”
            “I do hope you didn’t bite his head off for even mentioning me.” Echizen answered, still looking at Tezuka with glaring eyes.
            “I’m sorry. I know it was wrong of me to think that you’d do such a thing, but I was jealous.”
            “Wow, the great Tezuka, Kunimitsu actually admits been jealous!” Echizen said with sarcasm in his voice, looking away from Tezuka at the opposite wall.
            “Echizen…Ryoma, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
            “What are you talking about; this is not your fault Bucho.”
            “I feel like it is--”
            “I got mobbed Kunimitsu, how the heck is that your fault? Or did your jealousy cause you to hire those freaking brutes to jump me?” Echizen said with anger and frustration in his voice. He was getting tired of having this conversation with Tezuka, how many times does he have to tell him that him getting mobbed by those guys was not his fault; he never blamed him for what happened; he was just angry at him for all the stuff that he’d said after school that day.
            “Of course not, Ryoma, I would ever do such thing.”
            “Then why do you keep telling me this is your fault, can’t you just drop it.”
            “…I’m afraid that I can’t….not until you truly forgive me, Ryoma.”

Ryoma didn’t say anything, in reality he didn’t really know what to say. He was hurt, not just physically, those wounds would heal in no time, but the emotional pain that Tezuka had incurred upon him was more than he felt he could deal with.

“I’m thirsty.” Is all he said, without even looking at Tezuka. If he would have looked at him, he would have seen the pain that flashed across the stoic captain’s face, the pain that he was also trying to cope with.
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“Would you like to go see a movie this Friday?” Tezuka asked Ryoma while walking towards the locker after practice on Wednesday.

“Sure, as long as it’s not a sappy romance movie.” Ryoma answered, looking utterly horrified at the prospect of been forced to watch one of those movies.

            “I’ll let you pick then, that way you can’t complain.”
            “Nn.” Was Ryoma’s usual simple answer, but half way to the locker room, he reached and took hold of Tezuka hand in his, loving the way their fingers would intertwine in their own accord; a perfect fit.
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            “Oi, gaki, hurry up and get on the court already, ore-sama doesn’t have the time to wait all day for you.”
            “Shut up monkey-king, my shoe got stuck on something.” Ryoma mentally cursed his luck.

He had come to the park hoping to find a worthy opponent and play some tennis, since practice had been cancelled this Thursday given that Ryuuzaki sensei had some emergency to attend to; but of course given his luck he just had to find monkey king. It’s not like he wasn’t a good tennis player, it was just his stupid self centeredness that made him cringe every time he talked to the older tennis player. And things just kept getting worse, now he’d stepped on something on his way to the court and he just couldn’t dislodge his shoe from whatever it was.

Atobe sighed and walked towards Ryoma, complaining loudly about having to help lowly plebeians in the simple task of walking towards a court.

“Shut up will you.” Ryoma snapped at him.

“Whatever, gaki, now what seems to be the problem?” Atobe asked bending down at the waist, since the great Atobe would never kneel for anyone, and staring at Ryoma’s shoe with masked curiosity.

“Obviously, I stepped on something and now my shoes won’t budge.” Ryoma stated exasperated with how his day was going. Once more he tried to lift his shoe, but it would not move at all. It seemed like he had stepped on something akin to superglue and now his shoe was permanently glues to the stupid floor.

“Take off your shoe.”

            “…”
            The reason for why he hadn’t thought about that eluded him; pulling his hat down to try and hide his blush, Ryoma bent down and started to untie his shoe. Atobe smirked at his actions. But half way through untying his shoe and dislodging his foot from said shoe, Ryoma somehow lost his balance and while falling backwards, he made a grab for the nearest object, which of course turned to be Atobe, who likewise fell on top of Ryoma.
            “…”
            “…”
            “How dare you pull ore-sama down with your insignificant self!!!!”
            “Whatever monkey king, just get- - Bucho.”

Tezuka didn’t say anything as he looked at the image that was in front of him.
“Ah, Tezuka, glad of you to join us, ore-sama thought he would have to deal with your insulting gaki for the rest of the afternoon.” Atobe stated as he gathered himself and got off Ryoma.

            Ryoma, however, got up at a slower pace. He was busy looking at Tezuka’s face; if he wasn’t mistaken he’d say that Tezuka was angry.
            “Bucho?”
            Tezuka didn’t say anything; he stared at both Atobe and Ryoma, and then turned around and started walking away.
            “Tezuka?”
            “Oi, Bucho, mate!!” Ryoma screamed after him, running to catch up, forgetting in his haste his school back and rackets.
            “Kunimitsu wait!!” Ryoma said as he caught hold of Tezuka’s arm as he started to enter the park grounds.

            “Let go of me.”
            Ryoma’s eyes widened in disbelieve, Tezuka had never spoken to him in that tone. Tezuka wasn’t jus angry, he was furious, and he was having a hard time trying to control his emotions.
            “Kunimitsu, what’s wrong?” Ryoma insisted, he didn’t let go the arm, if anything, he held on more firmly.
            “What the hell were you doing with Atobe, Ryoma?!” Tezuka asked as he yanked his arm away from Ryoma’s grasp.
            “Wha-- you mean that?! I fell, and I just grabbed him without thinking, so he also fell. Kunimitsu….Kunimitsu look at me!!” Ryoma stated going around and standing in front of Tezuka, trying to look at him, but Tezuka wouldn’t have it, he kept on staring at the ground. “We fell, that was all.”

            “You fell, that didn’t look like you fell, you two looked quite comfortable.” Tezuka suddenly said, looking up and glaring at Ryoma.
            Ryoma’s eyes were as wide as they could get, he couldn’t believe that Tezuka was actually saying these things to him. He was accusing him of cheating, Ryoma would never do that to him, didn’t he know that??
            “Kunimitsu, what are you trying to say?”
            “Forget it.” Was all he got back, as the taller boy started to move in another direction, clearly not wanting to pursue the conversation.

            “Forget…Of course I won’t forget it, do you not trust me??” Ryoma screamed running over and blocking Tezuka path once more. “Look at me, don’t you trust me??”
            Tezuka looked at Ryoma, but no words were spoken.
            “You…you don’t, do you, you think I’d do that to you…you actually think I would cheat on you…and with freaking Atobe of all people??!!!” Ryoma had started screaming half way through, he just couldn’t believe this was happening.
            “Echizen don’t do this right now, I had a bad day, let us talk some other time.” Tezuka stated and once more tried to walk away from Ryoma.
            “NO!! Look at me damn it, do you not trust me?!!!!” Ryoma screamed as he once blocked Tezuka’s path.
            “Ryoma stop it.”
            “No I wont!!” Ryoma was desperate, he needed to know. He trusted Tezuka with his life, and he thought that the other boy did the same, but now he needed to be assured, he needed to know.
            “Ryoma--”
            “TELL ME KUNIMITSU, DO YOU TRUST ME??!!!”
            “NO!!”
            It seemed like the world had suddenly stopped. He was sure he should have felt sad or angry, but instead he didn’t feel anything. It was like his entire body had just shut down at the utterance of that simple word. He didn’t trust him, how could he not?? Did he not know he loved him??? Did he not know he’d do anything for him, how could he NOT trust him??
            “…Ryoma…”

“I have to go.” Was all he said as he turned around and left, running, towards his home. He didn’t even realized that he’d started crying barely a few minutes after he started running, he didn’t even realize the tightness that settled over his chest followed by intense pain, emotional pain. He felt betrayed. He love Tezuka, and he thought Tezuka loved him in return, now he wasn’t even sure of that.

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“Oi, Ryoma, something came up and I can’t walk home with you today. But I’ll pick you up tomorrow like usual ok.”

“Sure Momo-senpai. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Ryoma said as he watched his sempai walk back into school.

He had no idea how he’d dragged himself from bed this morning, but he knew that staying home and crying his eyes out was not like him, so instead he got up took a shower and dragged himself outside to wait for Momo to pick him up. For once, he was early to school, not having slept at all last night, and for once not having made Momo wait for him while he finished his breakfast in a hurry, like he usually tended to do.
He’d avoided Tezuka the whole day, which wasn’t that difficult to begin with, since it seemed that Tezuka was also trying to avoid him. He’d given Oishi some excuse about having to study for a test and not been able to come to practice today. It was fine with him, he didn’t think he could deal with him at the moment; he needed to think about the sudden turn of event in their relationship, that is if they still had a relationship to begin with.

“Oi, boy!!”
Someone screamed behind him, as he was about to turn he felt something hit him in the back of his head, and next thing he knew he was on the floor clutching his head and trying to fight the intense pain that was threatening to consume him.

“He he, would you all look at what we’ve got ourselves today?”
Someone behind him said, he tried to look up, but suddenly he felt pain emanating from his abdomen, and he could’ve sworn he heard something crack. Someone had obviously either kicked him, or hit him with something really hard.

            “Oi, oi, not so rough boys, we only want the money and the expensive stuff.” Someone said in a sarcastic voice.
            “Sure, we won’t hurt him….that much.” And they all started laughing.
            The pain that followed that laugh was just too much for him to take; he passed out soon after the second blow to his head was issued.

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“Echizen are you sure you should be up right now.” Tezuka asked as he walked into the kitchen to find Ryoma standing in front of the refrigerator. He hadn’t tried to talk to Ryoma for the past three days but he needed Echizen to listen to him, he needed to be forgiven.

            “I’m thirsty.” Was the only answer he got from the small boy.
            “Would you like me to prepare you something?”
            “No.”
            “Echizen…I talked to Atobe yesterday.”
            Ryoma turned around, and stared at Tezuka, with a blank face, not showing any emotions. But inside he felt his heart start beating faster. He wasn’t ready for this; he didn’t want this right now.

“He told me the same thing you did.”

“Ah.” Was all Ryoma said, as he turned around and started walking back to the guest bedroom.

            “Echizen, please listen to me.”
            “Why should I? No matter what I say you won’t believe me, right? Because you don’t trust me.”
            “Echizen, I--”
            “Stop! Don’t do this right now Kunimitsu, it’s hard as it is.”
            “But it doesn’t have to be, just listen to me for a moment.”
            Ryoma didn’t want to hear anything, he started walking away.
            “Echizen!! Please just stop.” Tezuka said in his usual captain voice that didn’t leave room for argument, and took a hold of Ryoma’s arm.
            “I’m not ready for this, don’t say anything, just let go me Bucho.” Ryoma was panicking, he didn’t want to hear Tezuka say he didn’t trust him, he didn’t want to hear him say that the only reason he believed him now was because someone else had confirmed what Ryoma had previously told him. He wanted Tezuka to love him, but most importantly, he wanted Tezuka to trust in his love to him, to believe in him when he said that he’d never betray him.
            He somehow pulled his arm away from Tezuka’s grasp and run, where, he didn’t know, all he knew was that he was no longer in the house, and that it was raining outside.
            “ECHIZEN!!” Tezuka screamed and started running after him, he needed to make Ryoma listen to him, he needed to correct his mistakes.
            Ryoma kept on running, he was crying and his vision was blurred, he didn’t notice the incoming car, he didn’t even hear the blaring sound of the horn. All he knew was that he felt like someone had collided against him, sending him flying towards the sidewalk. He slowly sat up and looked behind him, Tezuka lay on top him, gasping for breath, with blood running his head.
            “Kunimitsu!!” Ryoma screamed and turned the boy over, setting his head on his lap. “Kunimitsu, open your eyes, Kunimitsu!!”
            “I’m ok, it’s just a scratch, I didn’t get hit.” Tezuka whispered looking up into Ryoma’s eyes.
            “You idiot, you could have gotten killed.”
            “You’re the idiot, Ryoma, you’re the one that run out of the house in this rain, and you’re still recuperating from your wounds.”
            “Baka…” Was all Ryoma said as he tore a piece of his sleeve and wrapped it around Tezuka’s head, trying to stop the bleeding.
            Tezuka closed his eyes, and reached a hand to grasp Ryomas’. He kissed the palm with a whisper of lips that sent shivers down Ryoma’s back, and then placed it on his face, not wanting to lose the contact.
            “I love you.”
            “…How can you love me, if you don’t trust me?” Ryoma asked in a whisper, there were tears running down his eyes.
            “I was a fool; I didn’t know what I was saying. I never meant those words Ryoma. I do trust you, I trust you with my life. That was a moment of carelessness, where I spoke out of anger and jealousy.” Tezuka answered as he lifted his other hand and slowly tried to wipe away Ryomas’ tears; which was a pointless task given that the rain was still falling and both boys were already socking wet from it.

“Do you really mean that, Kunimitsu?” Ryoma had to believe, he wanted to believe him, needed to believe that the other one truly did trust in his love.

“Of course I do.” Tezuka answered. Half way through Ryoma’s question he’d gotten up on his knees, and now he reached for his loved one and pulled him into a tight embrace, determined to never let go.
“I love you Ryoma, and I trust you, and I’m really sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it; I would never mean something like that.” Tezuka whispered into Ryoma’s ear, lovingly running his hand through his wet hair. “Let’s go home Ryo-koi.”

            With that said, he picked up Ryoma in his arms and started walking home. Once they were in his room, he slowly undressed him with all the love and tenderness that he felt for the small boy sitting in front of him.
            “Ryoma, I love you so much, I can’t help but feel jealous, please forgive me.” He said as he tucked Ryoma’s head under his chin, wrapping his entire body around him as they lay under the covers, making sure that he was warm enough, and not wanting to let go of the boy, as if he were his only link to life.
            “I love you too… it hurt a lot when you said that.”

            “I know, I felt horrible afterwards, and I didn’t know how to face you. And then the accident happened. I thought I’d lose you; you looked so broken in the hospital bed. I’ll never again have you out of my sight.”
            “I love you Kunimitsu.”
            “I love you too, Ryoma. Go to sleep I’ll be right here when you wake up. I’ll always be here, next to you my love.” Tezuka kissed Ryoma’s head tenderly, wrapping himself more firmly around the small body of the boy, and thanking heavens for once more allowing him to have the love of his life in his arms.

Quick Update!

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 19:57:09 GMT

Hey everyone!

Challenge 35 only had one entry -- Wild Geese by kishmet

Go read if you haven't!

Meanwhile it's the end of the month so the next few days are for the flashfic challenge:

Rain

So um, anything goes, have fun with the prompt and we'll start regular programming again on the first! Oh and tag everythign with "flashfic", please.

Fic: Wild Geese

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 17:41:56 GMT

Wild Geese, by kishmet. Tezuka/Ryoma, PG, humor/romance/fluff. Written for the Absence/Lack Thereof theme, but I forgot to post here until today, I'm sorry! The link will take you to my JournalFen account, by the way.

In which a certain someone's favorite drink can't be found, and another certain someone does his best to find it anyway.

ET

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 15:47:12 GMT

As usual, this is a day late. I know you were all obsessively refreshing your flists yesterday waiting for this, so I apologise about that. I promise I'll get better... eventually.

Anyway, it's time for a new ET here at PillarChallenge, but first I would like to post a little reminder. This is strictly a challenge community, and therefore all entries not posted by a mod should be related to the current challenge. If you have other fics, that's wonderful and I really want to read them (no, i really do), but there are other communities for that.

However, I decided to let it slide this once since the community is practically dead anyway.

And now, the ET. I'm expecting some extreme threading this round. We cannot let this pairing die.

Tezuka and Ryoma are half a world apart, and the only means of communication they have is email. What are their mails to each other like?

This is, as usual, a slightly different challenge. Post one of their emails, and then someone else, anyone else, can post the reply. I thought we'd have some interactive fun for once, and personally, I have always loved fanfiction like this :)

So, get to it!

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 19:31:24 GMT

I have some Tezuka/Echizen fics here, if any of you might be interested in peeking. Let me know what you think. :)