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  <title>shaLLow, sLeepLess nights~</title>
  <subtitle>the LoneLiness of darkness~</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Kei</name>
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  <updated>2008-04-12T02:22:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kizunakei:10926</id>
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    <title>Why does life treat me so?</title>
    <published>2008-04-12T02:22:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T02:22:22Z</updated>
    <category term="judo"/>
    <category term="injured"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <category term="knee"/>
    <category term="hip"/>
    <content type="html">Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday :) It was awesome, yo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, at judo, I don't really know WHAT happened, but we were doing some exercises (squats, etc.) and all of a sudden I couldn't bend my knee without it hurting. (Right) I iced it and even went to the doctor today. So, we find out that my cartelidge(sp?) is damaged, and I have to stay away from judo, etc. for two weeks. Sucks, 'cause no matter what I do, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as bad as my friend though. Saturday we had a tournament, and he broke his hip. Happy, huh? Apparently, he had a cyst, and it was making his bone weak. And then, of course, he broke it. So, he'll be back up and walking in about 6 weeks, and back to judo in 4 months. Worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being that little pessimist I am, not intentionally (obviously), my mind keeps replaying the fact that there &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a possibility that we can never go back to absolute normal. That friend of mine is only a year older than me, so he's not in any better condition than I am. And we both love judo, so it'd really hurt if we couldn't do it as we used it. It'd hurt a lot. I mean, I'd cry. It's THAT sad. But, hey, we're hoping for the best, right? I can't surpress that fact that I'm scared, but if we heal quick enough, we hope that it'll all be good.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you guys can just keep us in your hearts, and all. Just, you know, help us keep positive and our hopes up. It'll be all right. Thanks. For both of us. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, sorry I haven't been on in like forever. Been busy, and stuff. Plus LJ was never nice to me to begin with. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Oh yeah, we have a dance tomorrow for our judo club. lol The two of us are on crutches, so we're going to be crutch-dancing LOL.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kizunakei:10604</id>
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    <title>HAPPY BELATED!!</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T19:15:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T19:20:22Z</updated>
    <category term="kamenashi kazuya"/>
    <category term="owg"/>
    <category term="me"/>
    <category term="random"/>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <content type="html">HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO BOTH KAME-CHAN ET MOI. (so weird to wish happy birthday to yourself but ya know what? I dun care. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33 I am now a year older MWUAHAHA. Well, no durr, but i felt like saying that so shut up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, couldn't post yesterday 'cause we were out most of the time, and I had a training session this morning for the OWG. XD LAWL. WE GET BETTER SWEATERS THAN ONEE-CHAN. MWUHAHAHAR. We got awesome hoodies and they didn't two years ago. PLUS we get an actual hotel. xD LAWL. I'm car pooling with Riza-chan though, so, no bus. NAHWELL. xD WISH ME LUCK WHEN I LEAVE ON MARCH 6!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. and i just spammed your flist. Don't kill me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: My parents bought me a thermos (okay... I wanted one...) so I could drink tea or something on the way to school, my grandparents got me money, I have no clue what my aunt got meh XD, and my friend Katherine got me a ROXAS PLUSHIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. OH YEAH I DIDN"T POST ABOUT THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went shopping and i bought an Axel PLUSHIE &amp;lt;3, Hana Kimi DVD, L Touch magazine, POCKY, and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine said she wasn't sure to buy Axel or Roxas and when I heard plastic wrapping I was all like 'I hope it's not Axel' considering I had already bought him. LAWL. BUT ROXAS AND AXEL ARE SITTING ON MY BED RIGHT NOW AND THEY LOOK CHO KAWAII!!! &amp;lt;333</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kizunakei:10418</id>
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    <title>[AkuRoku/SoKai] [Drabble] Roses Are Red</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T02:24:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T02:24:21Z</updated>
    <category term="drabble"/>
    <category term="roses are red"/>
    <category term="akuroku"/>
    <category term="roxas"/>
    <category term="axel"/>
    <category term="ficcy"/>
    <content type="html">Hello everyone! Happy Valentine's Day!! Just a short drabble I wrote, since I've noticed that I NEVER write anything for any other holiday. So, read, comment, and ENJOY!! And I shall give your cookies! ;D You know you love them cookies. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="storytext" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Roses Are Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Kei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Kingdom Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters/Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Axel X Roxas, Sora X Kairi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; 14 /T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; If I owned Squeenix, Axel &lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt; be yaoi for Roxas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Romance, fluff, High School, AU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; “Axel, I’m not a girl,” Roxas stated when the said boy shoved a bouquet of roses in his face, “Besides, Valentine’s Day is for couples, not best friends.” “Maybe I don’t wanna be best friends.” Axel gave a suggestive smirk. “NO WAY.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; OOC/OC/AU Shounen-ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 793 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A/N:&lt;/b&gt; HAPPY V-DAY EVERYONE! OMG xD Read, review/comment, and ENJOY. WE LOVE YOU ALL. (Wait... who’s this “we?”) Un-betaed, sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4071239/1/Roses_Are_Red"&gt;"So, you'd treat your mom like crap?" Sora interjected his previous comment.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;x-posted to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='kizunakei' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kizunakei.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kizunakei.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kizunakei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='axelxroxas' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/axelxroxas/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/axelxroxas/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;axelxroxas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='khyaoi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/khyaoi/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/khyaoi/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;khyaoi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='thedancinglight' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/thedancinglight/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/thedancinglight/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thedancinglight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kizunakei:9999</id>
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    <title>OMG? LOVES? WHO!!? + Things Could Be Different [AkuRoku/Zemyx, etc.] (1/?)</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T22:57:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-04T23:00:50Z</updated>
    <category term="randomness"/>
    <category term="things could be different"/>
    <category term="akuroku"/>
    <category term="roxas"/>
    <category term="axel"/>
    <category term="sora"/>
    <content type="html">HEYA ALL. I AM BACK... ISH. I guess. XDz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of this is like... SPAM.. so.. YEAHHH.&amp;nbsp; PLUS. YOU GET THE FIRST CHAPPIE OF T.C.B.D. Which is like... my first-ish? (that's public) AkuRoku ficcy, with some others like Zemyx, SoKai, HayLette, etc. I wrote it a while ago, and was too lazy to get my betas to edit, plus I was busy, so I would think most of them would be too. XDz SOO. Don't mind a WHOLE bunch of mistakes. YEAH. Chappie two not done yet.. I WILL GET TO THAT. AND. NOW. YOU GET ANGSTY VENY. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, first off, creds for the Toma moods thingys. Thanking &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='xenylamine' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xenylamine.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://xenylamine.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xenylamine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeahh. Got more songs for StepMania.. GOSH that game is awesome.... but KH is wayy cooler. XD LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYY. You all remember Ikshima-kun, righttt? And you know I don't like him anymore... RIGHT? (stopped liking him.... about the start of this school year. MEH.) ANYWAYZ. .. &amp;gt;______&amp;gt;;;;;; gotta sit next to him again.... wowzerz. *dies* kinda creepy. i guess. DUNNO. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I LOVE YOU ONEE-CHAN!!! She bought me the next volume for Loveless last monday. (now I HAVE ONE AND TWOO!! MWUHAHAHA) XD I am so lame. XD I'm just hyper okay. Cool it, got it memorized? xD EVEN though she used my money. but MEH. DUN CARE. ISH MANGA, WHO CARES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG. HAHAHA. My friends Shippo and his bro were over on Saturday, and I was fangirling over Ando Masanobu (Kiriyama Kazuo from Battle Royale) and I randomly clicked on a slideshow on YouTube for him. So I was watching it, and Shippo's (note he's a guy... y'know) like "OMG. OMGOMGOMGOMG" and I was like "WHAT?" and he's all like "EW. D&amp;lt; HE'S FREAKIN SHIRTLESS!!" And i'm like "SO? WHAT? HE'S HAWT." and his bro's all "OOOOO. KEI HAS A BOYFRIEND!!" and I'm like "FTW? HE'S FREAKIN LIKE HOW MANY YEARS OLDER THAN ME AND LIVES ON THE FREAKIN OTHER SIDE OF TEH GLOBE." and he's like "woah." LAWLZERZ. XP! I kept hugging my compy XD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And that night I re-watched the second half of BR. XD MWUHAHAHA. I LOVE MASANOBU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: TO AYUMI... actually like anyone who reads this. YESHU. I will post more and stuffies for LAYOUTS AND PHOTOSHOP STUFFIES!! xD MWUAHAHAHA I OWNZ URZ SOULZ&amp;gt; XD *is shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND iamsorandomthatiwillnowgiveyoutehchappie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Things Could Be Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;KEI&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Fandom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Characters/Pairings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Axel X Roxas, Ven X Terra, Sora X Kairi, Demyx X Zexion, Hayner X Olette, Aqua, Reno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;T/14+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Genre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Romance, fluff, high school, OOC/AU, angst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; Things weren’t the greatest for Roxas. His twin brother, Ven, was all bummed about his fight with his boyfriend Terra. Agreeing to go shopping with Sora to drag Ven out, Roxas meets someone he wished he’d never met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Warnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Yaoi/Shounen-ai, OOC/AU, SoKai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; I’m not a fan of SoRi so, yeah, don’t expect me to write it, and don’t complain. It’s my preference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;First time writing Ven and Terra. I’m trying to characterize them good, so please no bashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Things Coulde Different&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Kei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; I Guess So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;            &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There was a loud ‘BANG!’ as Ven slammed his bedroom door. Roxas, Ven’s twin brother, sighed as he put down his pen. Hesitantly, he walked over to his brother’s room and knocked softly on the wooden door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you what?!” Ven snapped from behind the closed door.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“What happened?” Roxas’s voice was cautious. He knew Ven and his little mood swings. One minute it’d seem like he was on LSD, the next he could be as crappy as... well... crap.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The door flew open to a blue-eyed boy with spiky blonde hair. “WELL. NO DURR! TERRA BROKE UP WITH ME OF COURSE!” And he ran over to his bed and buried his face in his pillow. “Stupid IDIOT, Terra!” His words were muffled by the pillow.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Um...” Roxas walked in and sighed once again. “What happened this time, Ven?” He looked at his identical twin brother with concerned eyes.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Ven sat on his bed, pulling down the pillow to reveal his tear-streaked cheeks as his bottom lip quivered. “H-he thought I was cheating on him...”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The slightly older boy’s eyes widened as he came closer to his brother. “With WHO?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“A-aqua...” Ven stuttered, “Just because I was hanging out with her all of last week and not him. W-When all it was for... was to b-buy HIM his s-stup-id BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!?!” He choked slightly as his tears came down harder.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Roxas sat down and patted the younger boy’s back. “It’s okay. It was just a misunderstanding!”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“B-BUT that’s the THING! He won-‘t listen to me ... OR Aqua! T-that stupid, arrogant-t... JERK!” He leaned his head on his brother’s shoulder as Roxas kept rubbing his back, using coaxing words to comfort him.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;After a few minutes and ragged, short breaths, Ven calmed down a bit.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Can... you get me something to eat? I’m hungry...” The boy looked up to his brother.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Roxas nodded and stood up. “Alright. How’s chocolate?” He smiled lightly.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The younger one nodded vigorously, “Lots of chocolate.” Ven mumbled.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Roxas chuckled to himself as he went to the kitchen, and came back to Ven’s room with a whole box full of chocolate from the twins’ birthday party two weeks ago.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“YAY! OMG! CHOCOLATE!!” Ven’s face light up in happiness as his brother dropped the box by his bed.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“... Omg?” The older brother scratched the back of his head in confusion. “Chat lingo again?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The younger boy was obviously out of his upset phase, and so engrossed in his treat, he totally didn’t catch anything the other said. “Mmmmm~ Choclate!!~”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Roxas laughed as he watched his brother munch on the sweet treat as it were the only thing keeping him alive. Just then, his cell phone rang. “Hello?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“HIYA ROXY!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; Roxas’s best friend, Sora, screamed into the receiver.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Wincing from the sudden volume in noise, the blonde sighed. “What is it now, Sora?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Want to go shopping? I’m so bored, and I have NOTHING to do today!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Uhhh...” The blue-eyed blonde looked over to the other blonde in the room, who had completely finished the box of chocolate, and had a very large frown planted on his face in remembrance of the day’s earlier events. “Can Ven come too?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“ME? What about me?” Ven lifted his head, puzzlement in his bright blue eyes.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Roxas mouthed ‘shopping’ before going back to his conversation with his friend. “So...?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“I guess so... It doesn’t matter. But, why though? Usually you don’t ask, and you just bring the kid!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; Sora exasperated.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Umm... I’ll tell you later. We’ll be over in a few minutes. Bus?” The older twin confirmed.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Sure. Sounds good. See ya later, Roxas.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; There was a beep as the other hung up.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Are we going now?” Ven asked, standing up.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Roxas nodded, “Yeah. We’re going by bus.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;----------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Where do you want to go first?” A spiky-haired brunette stood beside the two twins.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“VIDEO GAMES!!” Ven jumped excitedly.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;‘Wow. Chocolate sure is the remedy for a broken heart.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; Roxas thought. “Um. Sure.” And he let himself be dragged away by his hyper-active twin brother. “Sora!” He called as he noticed the brunette had not moved from his spot.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Uh... Right!” Sora ran to catch up with the other two.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“EB GAMES! SWEEEET~~” The younger blonde ran inside.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The other two sighed as they followed suite.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Hey!! Roxas! Sora!” Roxas looked to see a boy with a blonde mullet approaching them.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Oh, hi Demyx.” The brunette greeted friendly.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Demyx grinned. “Fancy meeting you here.”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Him.” The spiky blonde pointed to his twin who was currently looking at a game called ‘Kingdom Hearts’.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Oh, oh! Roxy, I wanna buy this new game called BBS! It’s for PSP!!” Ven skipped over cheerfully.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“BBS?” The three other boys inquired with confusion written all over their faces.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep. It seems to have a really awesome storyline, and the main characters are &lt;i style=""&gt;Terra&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i style=""&gt;Aqua&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i style=""&gt;Ven&lt;/i&gt;! Just like Aqua, Terra, and I! Isn’t that weird?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“... That IS really weird!” Sora chirped.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The young blonde continued, “AND there’s even these other three games. Kingdom Hearts is about a main character named &lt;i style=""&gt;Sora&lt;/i&gt; and his adventures to find his friends, and Kingdom Hearts II has this character named &lt;i style=""&gt;Roxas&lt;/i&gt; who is &lt;i style=""&gt;Sora’s&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Nobody&lt;/i&gt;, and there’s this &lt;i style=""&gt;Organization XIII&lt;/i&gt; with guys like &lt;i style=""&gt;Demyx, Zexion, Axel, Roxas,&lt;/i&gt; and, &lt;i style=""&gt;Xemnas&lt;/i&gt;. Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days is about &lt;i style=""&gt;Roxas’s&lt;/i&gt; entry into &lt;i style=""&gt;Organization XIII&lt;/i&gt; and the new XIV member.” He paused to take a breath. “Weird, huh?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Woah.” Demyx and Roxas breathed.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sora’s eyes were shining. “That was so creepy, but so totally awesome! They used OUR NAMES in video games!!”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The blonde with the mullet hesitated for a moment. “ACTUALLY. That IS awesome!!” And he joined the hyper jump fest Ven and Sora had started.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“... Okay... You know what, we’re leaving this store. You three are acting like children.” The most mature blonde stated, dragging his twin and best friend out of EB Games. “Ow!” He accidentally bumped into someone on his way out.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“You okay?” Roxas heard the most angelic voice speak to him. He looked up to see a tall spiky red headed male with bright green eyes, and little upside-down teardrops tattoos under his eyes.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Y-Yeah. I’m f-fine...” The blonde stuttered.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The taller male stood up straight. He looked as though he were going to say something, and then strode quickly past Roxas, into the video game store.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“... That was weird...” Sora and Ven walked up to the dazed blonde in front of them.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The oldest of the three hesitated but nodding slowing. “Uh. Y-Yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Anyways, I’m hungry!” Sora grabbed Roxas’s arm before whispering, “&lt;i style=""&gt;And you still have to tell me why you brought Ven here.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Yeah, yeah.” The blonde replied as he checked to see that his twin brother was back in his depressed state. He stopped abruptly causing the brunette ahead of him to look back. “You all right, Ven?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The other blonde of the group looked up in shock. “Y-yeah! Of course, Roxy!” He plastered a smile on his face.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Roxas sighed. “If you say so, Ven.” He turned to Sora. ‘He broke up with Terra!’ He tried his best to mouth silently to his best friend.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“OH!” Sora shouted in realization.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“ ‘OH,’ what?” The confused, yet saddened, blonde approached the brunette.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Nothing!” He covered quickly.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The twins sighed as the three hurried off to get something to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY. LOVE MAKES ME HAPPY SO COMMENT!!!&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>.... WOAHZERZ</title>
    <published>2008-01-16T23:01:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">HELLO ALLL. OMG. I NEEEEED to come on MOREEE often. BUT YAH KNOW WHAT?! Imma too busy reading AKUROKU and planning my Roxas cosplay... for MAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AkuRoku is TEH best yo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY IF IT'S AWESOME YAOI AND FLUFF AND JUNK. XDD LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. no. I've been too lazy to write. PROVOKE MEH. LIKE. BRIBE ME OR DO SUMTHING TO MAKE ME WANNA COME ON HERE/WRITE MMOREEEE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I watched Akihabara@Deep. XD TOMAAA!! &amp;lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd. so sorry I just spammed your f-list once again.</content>
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    <title>OMG LONG TIME, MUCH?!</title>
    <published>2007-12-18T23:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-18T23:56:20Z</updated>
    <category term="letter to santa"/>
    <category term="rp-ing"/>
    <category term="random"/>
    <category term="roxas"/>
    <content type="html">OMG. I AM. ALIVE. ALIVE I TELL YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayz. Much to say. BE READY F-LIST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="OMG Ontario Winter GAME?! JUDO?!"&gt;On Saturday, I went to the qualifier for the OWG. For Judo of course! Anyways, this was the first turni that I had to TRY and LOSE weight. I was 42.7kg, and near the bottom of the -44kg category. So, of course, I tried to drop down to -41kg. You know what, I ONLY lost .7kg, and I had to be in the -44kg. I got CREAMED. The girl I fought was a brown belt and does WAY more turnis than I do. (that's what Riza-chan says) But, at least I'm an alternate. There were only 15 people there (athletes; alternates too) and there's a maximum of 17 people on the team, so I MIGHT be able to go! MIGHT. BUT YAY! OMG. *is happy* And if I go, I probably don't have to fight. : D Unless the person in my weight category gets injured or something. But yeah. Riza-chan and my guy friend from the club want me to come. So, hopefully I do. XDD WISH ME LUCK IN CASE I GO. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="RP-ing? And other random stuff..."&gt;I've been on KH-vids.net (forums) lately. : D And I'm doing some... RP-ING! (that's roleplaying people~) In one I'm Roxas, and in another I'm Zexion, and in another I'm Kyo (ermm. me), and in another I'm Roxas AND Namine! OMG I'M HAPPY. I CAN DIE HAPPY BECAUSE I'm RP-ING AS ROXAS AND ROXAS IS SOOOO COOL. OMGG. XD *jkz... you know that... right?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Um. I still lack the love of a PS2/KH games. OMG. I NEED ONE. OMGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. For... um creative writing in school. we had to write a letter to Santa from the perspective of another person. .... I thought it was kinda weird at first, but I really enjoyed it. You know why? 'Cause I wrote as if I were ROXAS. OMG. THE KID'S AWESOME WITH HIS SPIKY BLONDE HAIR. AND THEN THERE'S VEN THE ROXAS CLONE. ROXAS CLONE I TELL YA! But yeah. Roxy-Poxy's awesome (mine and Ayu's nickname for him. DON'T STEAL. YO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'll post it another time. Just for fun. Actually, I planned to make a fanfic out of it. Like, a bunch of KH characters writing letters to Santa. LOL. But it's kinda cute. In a ... weird way. OMG. Sora's was too easy... that's WHY I did Roxas. ... lawls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I'll even write that French short story we did. I mean, I did. I'll put it in English though, of course, 'cause my French is horrible and I don't want you to see it. It's HORRIBLE. But I sorta related it to Roxas having insomnia. 'cause I read a fanfic that Roxas had insomnia... and I thought it suited what I wanted to write. XD But. my short story doesn't really say that it's Roxas.... or a boy in fact. Anyways G2G. BYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>HELLO!</title>
    <published>2007-11-26T23:41:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-26T23:41:58Z</updated>
    <category term="bored"/>
    <content type="html">HIYA F-LIST! I haven't been on in like...... forveer. It's school's fault. And drawings fault. I've been drawing lately OKAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post my 'neglected' KRK fic tomorrow or something. but soon. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really to talk about. i just spammed your f-list. just don't kill me. okay?</content>
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    <title>HAPPY HALLOWEENN~~</title>
    <published>2007-10-30T21:15:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-30T21:15:13Z</updated>
    <category term="halloween"/>
    <category term="random"/>
    <content type="html">HIYA minna! It's been quite a bit, ne? LOL. Anyways, YEAH, I had an awesome time on that three-day trip!! If you really, REALLY wanna know about it, comment, and I might edit this post&amp;nbsp; with that in it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. That Wii game was called &lt;em&gt;Trauma Center: Second Opinion&lt;/em&gt; BOY was that fun. It's like REALLY being a surgeon XD Andd. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short comments on everything else YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="And say.... "&gt;OKAY. IS EVERYBODY READY FOR HALLOWEEN?! I FREAKING AM! XD&lt;br /&gt;I'm being Misa for our school dance thingy. LOL. Death Note and all. XD&lt;br /&gt;And then, for later, I'm being L if it gets cold. XD Imma gunna SPIKE my hair for L! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I am listening to AAA's Kimono Jet Girl, which only makes me more hyper. Butt. the songs probably going to change soon LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSOO Christmas is soonnn! And then MINE AND KAME'S BIRTHDAY!! WOOT! ^__^ o(^u^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. AND HECK YES. I made my wishlist already. WITH LOTSA expensive stuff, like..... either the Kabuto or Dark Kabuto zecter &amp;amp; henshin belt. XD Mwuahahaha. AND Hiro's two photobooks and Hiro's 2008 calendar. And Ayumi Hamasaki albums/singles, and Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet (Takki ver.), Leah Dizon's L.O.V.E U single (or maybe her album...), anddd just some other stuff. OH AND POCKY. LOL I WANNA TRY MEN'S POCKY OR WOMEN'S POCKY. XP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM EXCITED FOR ANIME NORTH 2008 AND IT'S NOT EVEN 2008 YET! LOL. And, I'm still pinning to be Nanba Minamiiiiii-kunn~ Or I might just end up being Misa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND YOU should all see the bracelet I made. It's black and in white it says &lt;strong&gt;HIRO&lt;/strong&gt; HECK YES. HIRO. HIROO HIROOO HIROOOO! ALL MY FRIGGIN' POSTS ARE ABOUT HIRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd. now. i'm going to go get cake.&lt;br /&gt;JYAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Quick notes!!</title>
    <published>2007-10-17T02:36:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-17T02:36:31Z</updated>
    <category term="photobook"/>
    <category term="happy birthday tsuba-mama"/>
    <category term="hiro"/>
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    <category term="gone"/>
    <content type="html">OKAY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS 10:30 PM AND I AM SUPPOSED TO BE IN BED. SO FEEL HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy Birthday to Tsuba-mama!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AWESOME BDAY!! *gives Takki-papa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'll be gone for the next &lt;strong&gt;THREE DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; I mean from Wednesday at like 6AM&amp;nbsp; (I have to wake up at) to FRIDAY I'll be home around 4:30PM.&lt;br /&gt;SO! I WARNED YOU. DON'T KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;School trip peoplez. LOLz. XD *stabs Ryo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I FINALLY GOT AN IDEA FOR UCHI'S BIRTHDAY FICCY! &lt;strike&gt;man... like was like soooooooooooooooo long ago.. but i never got to writing it, m'kay? At least I'm working on it now... cheese... CHEESE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;ANDDD OMG ASFNKNKLNNKLANKANKDMN;DSDKGNLAK &lt;strong&gt;HIRO'S NEW PHOTOBOOK &lt;/strong&gt;PEOPLE!! &lt;strong&gt;HIROOO &lt;em&gt;HIROOOO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HIROOOOOO!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'M SO HAPPY! NOVEMBER 9TH YAY!! *begs mother to buy Hiro's two photobooks + his 2008 calendar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we played this really cool game on the Wii (cousin's) butt i'll tell you about it when i get back from the trip!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I SLEEPZ NOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JYAAAA~~</content>
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    <title>Sick and ... ZOMGH! GOLF-MIKE ON TV!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2007-10-10T14:57:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T14:57:21Z</updated>
    <category term="omg reallyz"/>
    <category term="tv"/>
    <category term="sick"/>
    <category term="golf-mike"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="EHHH?! HONTOU? HONTOU!?"&gt;Hello minna.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. I was sick yesterday too, but I couldn't get on to post that. XD YEAHHH. So, of course, I'm home today, otherwise I wouldn't be posting/telling you this awesome news well it's news to me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, but first, I had an awesome Thanksgiving weekend and I got to play with cute little puppies. KAWAII!~ *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for teh &lt;em&gt;OMG-I-SAW-GOLF-MIKE-ON-MEH-TV!! &lt;/em&gt;thingy. Okay, it was just after I ate breakfast, and I was watching TV with my grandma, well, I wasn't really paying any attention. lolz. Anywayssss, All of a sudden I heard 'Fight For You' playing like... a clip.. and i looked up and I was like " OMG I KNOW THEM!" and my grandma was like "WHAT?" but okay, I was like... ALL happy and like "OMG ON MY TV!!! THERE'S GOLF-MIKE!" and then... the clip changed. &amp;gt;w&amp;lt; But okayyyy people. Not very interesting for you, but AMAZINGLY exciting for me. LOL Oh, and so you know, my TV is VERY English. My grandma was watching some Chinese show. hhhhmmmm Now, I should watch more Chinese shows..... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A LIVE PERF YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>HAPPY BASUDAYS!!</title>
    <published>2007-10-04T01:18:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-04T01:30:07Z</updated>
    <category term="ryoday"/>
    <category term="maki"/>
    <category term="fic"/>
    <category term="birthday"/>
    <category term="tokuyama hidenori"/>
    <category term="kazuki"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;First note. THIS AVVIE WAS MADE BY AI-CHAN! HOMGZ THANKS YOUS AI-CHAN! IT IS SO PRETTY! OMG HIROOOOOOOOO~~ &lt;strong&gt;HIRO!!~ &lt;em&gt;HIROOOO~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Birthday Wishes~~"&gt;WELLL. Since i missed it the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AYUMI HAMASAKI!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&amp;nbsp; 24 BDAY TO UEDA!!! OMGGGG!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (today... er... 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case I miss them, 'cause it's the Thanksgiving weekend and alll~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HORIKITTY MAKI-CHAN~~~~&lt;/strong&gt; (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TOMAAA~~ I LOVEE YOU TOOOOO~~~ XD SEEE, I MAKE YOU HAPPY~~&lt;/strong&gt; (7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KAZUKI!!! I DON'T LIKE YOU ALL THAT MUCH COMPARED TO HIRO, BUT YOU'RE STILL AWESOME, AND I LIKE YOUR MUSIC TOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and that is all for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="NEW PEOPLES!"&gt;OKAY! So you all know I have this freaky-I-LOVE-YOU thing for Hiro. OMG BUT I DOOOO! LOL *jkz* butt if you get that... or if you know mee... you know what I mean. .... &lt;strike&gt;Hiro would KILL me if he read ANY of my I-LOVE-HIRO stuff. yeahhh i had dreams I knew him. That'd be EVEN WORSE. MY PARENTS WOULD READ THESE AND AND ..... I shall shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;OKAY. well. There's a second to Hiro now.&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, before you're all like "OMG! =O!"&lt;br /&gt;He's incredibly &lt;strong&gt;hott&lt;/strong&gt; ... like REALLY. otherwise he wouldn't be second to Hiro now would he? Hiro's number one. and always will be. Kame was bumped down some. Along with Uchi, and Ueda. Takki used to be one. but now he's just like not even a millicentimeter less than this new guy. Takki's still awesome. GEEZ I watched Romeo and Juilet a while ago. And some other Takki dramas. Would I do that if I didn't LOVE Takki? NO. *giggles at remembering '&lt;em&gt;XX = funfun = Jin Jing'&lt;/em&gt;' LOL* ..... WAITT. I talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAIES. This new guy is Kamen Rider TheBee/Kick Hopper/Yaguruma Sou from Kamen Rider Kabuto. And his REAL NAME is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOKUYAMA HIDENORI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AND HE IS REALLLY HOT EVEN THOUGH HE LOOKS A BIT OLD. BUT HE'S NOT REALLY. HE'S TAKKI'S AGE. AND AIBA'S AGE. AND SHO'S AGE. OMFG. HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE TAKKI'S AGE?!!?!?!? AND THAT'S JUST TWO YEARS OLDER THAN HIRO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize in EVERY post or anything really... it has something to do with HIRO. It's always HIRO this or HIRO that. Or HIRO whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER PEOPLEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND now I shall write Ueda a Birthday fic off the top of my head. Gomen to Uchi, who still hasn't received his. And his birthday was nearly a month ago. Sorry Uchi, love, I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND RYO BETTER FEEL DARN LUCKY TODAY. I'VE BEEN NEGLECTING HIM, 'CAUSE HE'S BEING A JERK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; XOXO - Hugs and Kisses (a.k.a. Ueda's BDAY fic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kei&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='kizunakei' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kizunakei.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kizunakei.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kizunakei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters/Pairings:&lt;/strong&gt; Ryo/Ueda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Romance, fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings:&lt;/strong&gt; Snuggly!Ryo. Yes. You heard me right. Snuggly!Ryo. Un-betaed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; Ryo has a surprise for Ueda's birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm listening to an angsty song. Or at least it sounds angsty. Don't kill the angst mood. *thinks of writing HiroXKei angst....*&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're killing the mood." Tatsuya said sharply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH? HOW?" Demanded Ryo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy turned away. "You keeping laughing like a maniac. That's not like a good birthday wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryo sighed. "Sorry Princess. It's just a secret I can't tell. Uchi made me promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya's eyes narrowed as he turned on his other side. "You're not cheating on me, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" Ryo sighed again before he kissed Tatsuya's forehead and got out of bed. He ended that pretty quickly. "I'm sorry." Tatsuya wondered why his boyfriend had apologized. He didn't do anything wrong than imply he was cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya entered KAT-TUN's dressing room. For some odd reason. The lights were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone should be here. I was late.&lt;/em&gt; Tatsuya thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he flicked on the lights, everyone jumped out at him shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY UEDA-KUN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya laughed. It was a good laugh. He was able to relax and push the thought of Ryo out of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gomen, Ueda." Kazuya sat with his bandmate on the couch with a can of pop in his hand. "I invited Ryo but he said he couldn't come. In my opinion, he's been being a bad boyfriend for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daijobu, Kame-kun," Tatsuya patted Kazuya's back. "He's been apologizing to me all morning." Tatsuya sighed softly. "I just hope he's not in a bad mood by the time I get home. It's supposed to be a good day after all. I don't want to have to kick him out of the apartment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin laughed, joining his boyfriend and Tatsuya. "Ryo's not about to do that, I'll garuntee you that much. Or at least he'll try his best not to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly 10 o'clock by the time Tatsuya walked up to his apartment door. Normally he was home an hour early, but the band insisted on going out for a drink. Or two. Or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya sighed as he entered. "Tadaima~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ryo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ryo?" Tatsuya repeated, going further into the apartment. He looked around, Ryo wasn't there. He cracked open the bedroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're late." Ryo stated grumpily with his arms crossed over his chest. In front of him, on a small table, was a cake with the candles freshly lit. It said 'Happy Birthday, My Lovely Princess.' "And since you're late, I'm going to eat this cake by myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya sighed again as he didn't even approach the cake. He just dumped himself on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Doushite?" The younger one asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just tired, and I don't feel like putting up with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Ryo sighed. He blew out the candles for now, and pushed his own head between Tatsuya's arm and face. "Okaeri." He whispered and, "We can eat the cake tomorrow." Ryo brought his arms around Tatsuya's waist and buried his face in the older boy's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya swore he heard Ryo purring. &lt;em&gt;Purring.&lt;/em&gt; Like a cat. "What's up with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. I just love you a lot, and I want to wish you a happy birthday." Ryo smiled gently. "I'll do anything for my princess to have his best birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya couldn't help but smile back. "Your princess has already received that. Just with you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we cuddle?" Ryo randomly asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya nodded hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, Princess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too, jerk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EHHH?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just kidding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAT-CHAN!!~~`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt; LJ clearly hates me. Just look up and notice anything funky. *and the 'Read more...' i usually put something* I've tried to fix these MANY times, but.... it'd not working. LJ hates me.... A LOT.</content>
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    <title>[Request!] - Layout!!</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T21:52:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T21:52:43Z</updated>
    <category term="request"/>
    <category term="layout"/>
    <category term="mizushima hiro"/>
    <category term="fansite"/>
    <content type="html">Hello minna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to request (from anyone) for a Mizushima Hiro layout for a fansite I'm planning to make. Freewebs I think. If anything, I'll change this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've asked like.. a few people to make me layouts (I asked Ayumi for two LJ ones, and I think I asked Ai-chan.. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;) BUTT, I seriously want a Hiro one for a fansite~ Because, well, I feel like it, and I'm bored most days anyways, so why not waste it on making a fansite for my favourite and cutesy little actor?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to help out, let me know and I'll tell you if you're approved or not. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Depends really. I can't have like five thousand people want to join and all they do is either screw it up or do nothing and then the site fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think that's all for now. Like I said, if anything I'll edit up this post. If you're thinking about any of these requests/offers please keep checking this every so often (if anybody wants to help me....) and we'll go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;-Keiiiii~</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kizunakei:7776</id>
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    <title>[TomaPi/Yamaki] - Yuki no Yume (1/?)</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T01:35:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T01:35:09Z</updated>
    <category term="horikita maki"/>
    <category term="ikuta toma"/>
    <category term="yamaki"/>
    <category term="erikatatsuya"/>
    <category term="keihiro"/>
    <category term="ayumijin"/>
    <category term="tomapi"/>
    <category term="keitakki"/>
    <category term="yamashita tomohisa"/>
    <category term="yuki no yume"/>
    <category term="ficcy"/>
    <content type="html">Hey. Be happy. I finally decided to post this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Yuki no Yume (Dream's Snow) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&lt;/strong&gt;: Kei &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='kizunakei' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kizunakei.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kizunakei.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kizunakei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Romance, Fluff, Angst, randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 14+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairings:&lt;/strong&gt; TomaXYamapi, MakiXYamapi, KeiXHiro, KeiXTakki, AyumiXJin, ErikaXTatsuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I DON'T OWN THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta:&lt;/strong&gt; Ari, RaRa! &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='muddymiddle' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://muddymiddle.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://muddymiddle.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;muddymiddle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;: DO NOT kill me for writing KeiXHiro/Takki, AyumiXJin, or ErikaXTatsuya. I can write whatever couples I want. If you don't like them, don't complain or flame me, just ignore the side couples then! First time writing Toma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="“I personally don’t enjoy discussing slutty bathing suits.”"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Yuki no Yume&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Kei&amp;lt;3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ikuta Toma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Horikita Maki&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ito Kei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ito Ayumi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Mizushima Hiro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ando Masanobu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Fujiwara Tatsuya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Toda Erika&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Hideaki Takizawa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Akanishi Jin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;---------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Namida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;The last time I cried was ten years ago. I was 7, and the person I “loved” left. Now, I can’t even fake cry. My tears have long dried up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Bzzp... Bzzp...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Argh...” A hand reached over from under the pillow and slapped the large button on the alarm clock, causing it to cease its annoying beeping. Yamashita Tomohisa groaned in frustration. Today was the first day of his last year in high school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Tomohisa kicked the top bunk. “Get up.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;He heard a lazy groan from up top. A head hung down and stared at him. “Geez, Tomo. It’s just the first day. Don’t kick so hard. You hit my butt.” Tomohisa’s roommate Mizushima Hiro whined.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Only the smartest students attend &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Gauken. Just a five-minute walk to the East were the boys’ dormitories, while to the West were the girls’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Hiro yawned as he climbed down the ladder. He pulled his uniform out of the closet, and threw Tomohisa’s at him. “Hey, uh, I have a dorm meeting right after classes, so if anyone asks...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Yeah, yeah. I know,” Tomohisa answered, tugging his uniform shirt on and buttoning up the buttons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“And the party’s going to have to be after the meeting. Should only be 30 minutes or so.” Hiro explained while fixing his tie in the mirror. “Toss the brush.” He held out his hand as Tomohisa threw the hairbrush at him. “Remember, she can’t know.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Tomohisa sighed, “I know.” He picked his bag off the ground as he looked at Hiro who had a frustrated expression on his face while trying to get his hair ‘picture-perfect’. “Hurry up,” Tomohisa complained, putting his hand on his hip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Yeah.” Hiro’s concentration was still glued to the mirror and his hair. “Coming.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Tomohisa sighed again, “Hiro.” He stood up straight, pointing to the door. “Woof. Kei’s here.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Hiro immediately dropped the brush, grabbed his bag, and ran out the door. Tomohisa laughed as the older boy ran halfway down the hall before noticing that Tomohisa had tricked him. “Eh? Kei’s not-...” Tomohisa walked in front of him with a smug look on his face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“You wouldn’t come.,” Tomohisa paused. “Woof.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Hiro pouted, “Tomo-chan. That’s mean.” He crossed his arms over his chest in a child-like manner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Hirooo-chan!~” Hiro heard a female voice call down the hall, and looked up to see his girlfriend, Ito Kei, waving frantically at him. “Hurry up!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Hiro’s face lit up in a smile as he raised his arm to wave back to her. “Keiii-chan!~” He began running to catch up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“You’re slow, Hiro-kun.” Horikita Maki, Tomohisa’s girlfriend, poked his arm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Hiro scratched the back of his head, “Ah, gomen, ne.” He paused. “Oh, I have a dorm meeting right after classes, so could you guys wait for me, pleaseeeee?” Hiro puppy eyed Kei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Kei looked to the rest of the group, “Please?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;The boys looked away, mumbling ‘fine, whatever’ while the girls just said that it was all right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Speaking of the group, they usually hung out right after classes. It consisted of: Tomohisa, Maki, Kei, Ito Ayumi (Kei’s twin sister), Ando Masanobu, Fujiwara Tatsuya, Hiro, and Toda Erika.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Yay!” Hiro giggled cheerfully, linking arms with Kei as they walked to homeroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;*****&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Maa~ That assembly was as boring as usual!” Ayumi complained, sitting down with the group at their table in the cafeteria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Erika chuckled, “It’s the same as every year, Ayu.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“I’m glad it’s our last one,” Tatsuya stated calmly, “First day of our final year.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Masanobu stuck his fork in his mouth. “Once I get out of here, I think I’m going to college or something.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Well, Hiro-chan already has a part-time job as a model.” Kei turned to her boyfriend; “You said you were going full-time after your schooling.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Yep!” Hiro took a bite out of his sandwich. “And when I get rich I’ll buy you the swimsuit I wanted to get you last month.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Tomohisa sniggered, “Sure, you’ll get rich, Hiro.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Hiro laughed, “I will, don’t worry.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Maki punched Hiro playfully. “Plus, you don’t need to be rich to buy a swimsuit.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Besides,” Kei stated as Hiro leaned on her shoulder, frowning, “I didn’t like that swimsuit anyways.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“EH?!” Hiro was shocked, “But I was going to buy it just for youuuu~~”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Hiro, you know I wouldn’t wear slutty things like that.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“It was so not slutty.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Was so.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“You’re mean,” Hiro pouted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Kei poked his cheek, “Then don’t act like a kid.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Can we change the subject?” Tatsuya asked impatiently, “I personally don’t enjoy discussing slutty bathing suits.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Alright,” Erika thought for a moment, “Noriko-chan says that there’s a new student this year. Boy.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“What’s his name?” Masanobu asked, totally uninterested.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Ikuta... or something.” Erika nodded to herself, “Yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Tomohisa’s eyes widened, but said nothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Doushita no?” Maki asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Tomohisa shook his head, “N-nande mo nai.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Hmmm...” Kei paused, “Ikuta... sounds familiar, ne, Ayu-chan?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ayumi shrugged, “Dunno.” She thought for a second. “Unless... that’s...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Toma!” Both Kei and Ayumi stood up and shouted in union.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;They heard a chuckle from behind them. “Yeah?” Everyone turned around. &lt;strike&gt;except Masanobu&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;And there he stood. The same as ten years ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ikuta Toma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview of Next Chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't like him." Masanobu stated flatly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nobu!" Erika scolded. "He's our friends' old friend! That's mean!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doushita?" Toma whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I hope you liked this chappie and look forward to the next~ ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>OMG AGAIN?!</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T00:58:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-17T00:58:35Z</updated>
    <category term="hurt"/>
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    <category term="died"/>
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    <content type="html">HELLO MINNA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG yesterday, I SPRAINED MEH ANKLE AGAIN! The same LEFT one! It was like.. just healed too! (cept for the fact that I sorta hurt it at school, but that wasn't so bad) so yeah.. it was weak and i was walking at the zoo, and all of a sudden ... "ITAI!" Sorta thing XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it... still hurts... but well I can limp/walk on it! yeahh, I had not chose but to (mostly get a piggy back ride from my onee-chan) limp/walk some of it, and then we got a wheelchair for the rest of the day, and it was FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, for todayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found out that a close family-friend person died around lunch. we were all like "OMG" yeah, it was sad, funeral's on Sat, I think XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhhhh, blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream ish... "UMAI!!~" *copies Tsurugi XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, finished Kamen Rider Kabuto last Wednesday, I wanna fini watch the movie toooo.. and I finished Lovely Complex *omg Suzuki is so funni* and .... Kanojoto no Tadashii Asobikata. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY LIKE LAST TIME... this injury is screwing up my typing... so.. JYAA~</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kizunakei:7250</id>
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    <title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY UCHI!!! &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2007-09-10T01:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-10T01:51:02Z</updated>
    <category term="dream"/>
    <category term="photobook"/>
    <category term="ryochi babies"/>
    <category term="resident evil"/>
    <category term="mizushima hiro"/>
    <category term="happy birthday uchi"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Happy Birthday to Uchi!"&gt;OMG I ALMOST FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY UCHI-KUN! YOU ARE NOW 21 YEARS OLDZ! HOPE YOU DON'T GET ANY OLDER!!! ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your birthday gift... I give you.... RYO! *wraps Ryo up in wrapping paper and tells him to SHUT UP when he complains* I hope the two of you have many happy years together, and maybe we'll get some Ryochi babies crawling around by next year. &lt;strike&gt;for my birthday present XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Anyways, OMG I LOVE YOU! lol *jkz* and I hope you have the bestest birthday every, UCHI~~ &lt;strike&gt;sorry, i reverted to Takiba and Mizushima Hiro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Hiro's Photobook"&gt;ANYWAYS! I AM SOOO HAPPY~ Yesterday, I downloaded Hiro's Photobook, and GOSH is it kawaii/kakkoi/HOT/uber sexy. OMG there's even pictures IN HIS UNDERWEAR *nosebleed* *____* I felt like I was going to DIE when I first looked over it!! AND BATH TUB PICTURES TOO!!! O___O;;; But he's sooo cuteee~~ And he EVEN looks good in glasses! NEVERMIND! HE LOOKS GOOD IN EVERYTHING~ *fangirling moment* SQUEEE~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I finally got that song from the &lt;em&gt;Kamen Rider Kabuto&lt;/em&gt; OP .. it's NEXT LEVEL by YU-KI (TRF) I believe. Gosh that song is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. back to Hiro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT HIS 2008 CALENDAR! AND I WANT THE PHOTOBOOK PRINTED OUT OR BUY IT! AND AND I want a Kabuto zecter belt or a Dark Kabuto zecter belt. Preferably Kabuto. ('cause Tendou's cooler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I just need a HUGE poster of Hiro piccys next to my bed, so I can go to sleep with him~ XD LOL or at least in my mind XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="RE dream + Hiro?"&gt;I had this UBER weird dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiro and I shared a house/apartment (I don't remember) HECK we slept in the same bed! lol, probably one of those "I'm married to Hiro" dreams XD lol I WISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAYS, we were playing some Resident Evil game (the title was probably random.. i know it doesn't exist) called &lt;em&gt;Resident Evil Brawl&lt;/em&gt; ... that was really random.. but meh! It had Leon and Ashley (RE4) in it... (well, I only played RE4, and maybe watched people play... either 2 or 3... the other one with Leon in it I think) and they were "together" I mean, they kissed and stuff. And the zombie people were after these little kids, and L&amp;amp;A were hiding while the little kids were sleeping. and.. well, it was totally messed. I think we died anyways (in the game I mean of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. (I think from some random influence of shirtless Hiro pictures) I was doing some Judo techniques with him.... but.. he was shirtless, and I think I did the one where you pick them up on your shoulders (dunno how to type names on here) and.. well... yeahhh........ but i think i slipped or something and he landed wrong. but poor hiro was alright. &lt;strike&gt;(of course, he has me there XD)&lt;/strike&gt; and the rest of it.. i think had something to do with HIRO NO FUNFUN (last time it was TAKKI NO FUNFUN lol, Koichi :P) .... in other words: WILL NOT POST ON LJ OR ANYWHERE.. ZOMGH!! *jkz.. it probably wasn't... * *doesn't remember* and maybe some kissing (OMG HIRO KISSED MEH~ XD) anddddd.. some things that would be scary, 'cause i might've screamed (that counts for the RE part too)BUT HE LOOKED SO CUTE AND INNOCENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, g2g sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jyaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tounament~~</title>
    <published>2007-08-25T01:19:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-25T01:19:40Z</updated>
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    <category term="turni"/>
    <content type="html">HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IT'S BEEN SOOO LONG SINCE I LAST UPDATED. OMG GOMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, I now have two more betas... so that makes 4~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;__; Judo turni tomorrow and I'm still "recovering" from my ankle.... I only got two days to get ready for it too!! NOT FAIR D&amp;lt; Oh, well, I'll try my best, ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Working on that RyoDa chappie... that I've been neglecting... XD</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>kizunakei @ 2007-08-09T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-09T20:10:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-09T20:10:36Z</updated>
    <category term="ficcy talk"/>
    <category term="judo"/>
    <category term="random show"/>
    <category term="pending betas"/>
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    <category term="tsuba-mama"/>
    <category term="x-ray news"/>
    <content type="html">sorry note to all my pending betas: I'm still working on that drabble... I got stuck... &amp;gt;w&amp;lt; I'll email/send it to you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Megumi-chan's place today.. XD LUNCH WAS GOOD!! XD YUMMY~~~ We had noodle soup.. you know.. those packages noodles.. yummm.. i think it was beef flavour.. XD I love beef flavor XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmmmm went to get the x-ray yesterday... teh doctor was supposed to look at it today and send to my doctor.. but I got nothing yet. so.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I get to go watch Judo todayyy~~ or at least that's what okaa-san says... XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwha... still writing that MegumiXRyo ficcy, you know XD she's going to kill me but whatever... XD I'll still be able to write KeiXTakkiii~~~ XDD&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH omg, i saw that... clip../ episode where T&amp;amp;T were on Koichi and Tsuyoshi's show... (don't remember the name) with Megumi-chan today. XD NAKIE TAKKI PICCYS W/E TEH FUNFUN XDD LOL!! *dies* and Tsuba-mama's pretty snowmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, RARA, YOU HEARD THAT.. I SAID "TSUBA-MAMA!!" XDDD Teh challenge is on!!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Currently in PAIN</title>
    <published>2007-08-05T15:27:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-05T15:27:22Z</updated>
    <category term="milk"/>
    <category term="hurt"/>
    <category term="pain"/>
    <category term="sprained ankle"/>
    <content type="html">HELLO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WE HAD THIS PARTY THINGY and it was really fun.... but anyways, yeah.. I was playing by the garden with some friends and all of a sudden I fell into the plants.. and now I have a sprained left ankle... and MAN it HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well, people.. I guess my ankle being hurt has affected&amp;nbsp;my typing because if only you could see..... i made a lot of mistakes... and it's really frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY well, since I'm temporaily handicapped, I'll probably be on the compy even more, 'cause I'm too lazy to go up and down the stairs... and it's hard to take a shower... well, probably... I'll just be on the same amount as before.. 'cause i still have to eat and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's probably going to drag milk in the convo again... I HATE MILK!! except for Kawartha's chocolate milk... but I STILL HATE MILK!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kizunakei:6391</id>
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    <title>Beta~~</title>
    <published>2007-07-30T21:58:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-21T00:04:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Hello~~ ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, since I've been writing more and.. well, I've noticed I've made quite a few mistakes *'cause of my sloppy and fast typing...* and just for the sake of help... I'm in search of a beta~~ XDD&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna helpp?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, comment if you do.. I don't really enjoy&amp;nbsp;spam in my email inbox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know here, and I'll consider it. XD &lt;br /&gt;If I approve, I'll just need to know how to contact you. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'll load you with lotsa my works XDD hsdnsakdnakjkl &lt;/strike&gt;Just kidding. XD I hope you like them though lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. One condition though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone other than&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='muddymiddle' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://muddymiddle.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://muddymiddle.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;muddymiddle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tomoyokurogane' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tomoyokurogane.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tomoyokurogane.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tomoyokurogane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and Shadow (sorry.. at the moment I forget your LJ username... &amp;gt;w&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;gomenn)&amp;nbsp;have to do this. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write a short drabble, and I will send it to all the pending betas. The one(s) that I think do the best job will be accepted as my betas. I will reply to your comment saying you are accepted, but I will also reply (beforehand) notifying you that I have added your MSN or emailed you the drabble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't understand that.... ask RaRa lol XD that is&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='muddymiddle' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://muddymiddle.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://muddymiddle.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;muddymiddle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;/ &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tomoyokurogane' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tomoyokurogane.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tomoyokurogane.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tomoyokurogane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... anything else? please comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;I HAVE ALL THE BETAS I NEED. IN OTHER WORDS: I'M FINISHED THE SEARCH. THANKS TO ALL WHO VOLUNTEERED!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new betas (note: there's an S that means more than ONE XD LOL):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='encoded_panties' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://encoded-panties.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://encoded-panties.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;encoded_panties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;thanks!! I'll be adding you two as friends (if you don't mind, of course) and..&amp;nbsp; is MSN alright? It'd just be easier to contact&amp;nbsp;XD My email's inuyasha_iks&amp;lt;at&amp;gt;hotmail&amp;lt;dot&amp;gt;com XDD.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm thanks for your help!</content>
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    <title>[One-Shot] Pants = Love?</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T00:34:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T01:47:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Pants = Love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; OMG KEI IS ALIVE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Genre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Crack; utter crack... well.. not really XD Slight angst Oh, fluff, romance.. and smuttish?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Nishikido Ryo, Ueda Tatsuya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Pairing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; RyoDa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Warnings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; No pron lol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Yassu steals Ryo’s pants and now he has to wear Ueda’s Jrock pants.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; PG-13 - 14+ for language and suggestive themes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;A/N:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Gift to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://akasora.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: bottom; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height="17" alt="[info]" width="17" src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://akasora.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;akasora&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;because she gave me this prompt XD lol... and... she totally rocks. Un-betaed-ed... It’s ‘smuttish’ because I can’t write pron for life... but it’s like... implied idea thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Kazuya nearly spit out the water he was sipping. “UEDA like RYO?” "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;The Sexy Osaka man was not happy. In fact he was fuming with anger. If one person even said ‘Hey Ryo’ right now, he would explode.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Maybe it was the fact that his hair was a mess this morning because he barely had time to fix it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Maybe it was the fact that Yamapi had insisted on drinking the night away at some random bar, and now he had a hangover.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Maybe it was the fact that he walked to work with a towel around his waist in the place of pants.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Maybe it was the fact that everyone was either staring or laughing that ticked him off the most.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Nishikido Ryo was NOT going to stand for this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Whoever took his pants was going to pay dearly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;It wasn’t his fault that all the rest of his pants were currently at the dry-cleaners, and that his last pair of pants had been stolen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;It wasn’t Nishikido’s fault that he was marching towards his enemy’s dressing room because everyone else was laughing too hard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Furious, Ryo knocked on the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Hai?” Ueda Tatsuya of the band KAT-TUN opened his door; immediately following in an explosion of laughter. “Did you join a strip club or something, Nishikido?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;That was it. The final straw.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ryo shoved Ueda aside, and entered his dressing room; slamming the door behind him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Now you listen here, Princess.” Ryo stated sharply, pointing a finger in Ueda’s face, “I’m really pi-..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Princess?” Ueda pushed Ryo’s hand aside, “When did you decide to give me such a prissy name?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Since I though that those-..” Ryo paused, “That doesn’t matter right now!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Promise me you’ll tell me sometime then.” Ueda demanded, “Or I won’t listen to what you have to say at the moment.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Fine, I promise.” Ryo rolled his eyes, muttering, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“For never.”&lt;/i&gt; Which was inaudible to Ueda’s ears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Fine.” Ueda paused briefly, “Continue.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ryo thought back to where his unfinished sentence began, “I’m really pissed off at the moment because &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; stole my pants last night when Pi got me drunk.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ueda sat on the chair in front of the mirror in the dressing room, “So what about all your other pants?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ryo stomped his foot impatiently, “I was getting to that, when I was so rudely interrupted..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Fine, fine. No more interruptions.” Ueda crossed his arms, only looking at Ryo through his reflection in the mirror.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Anyways, all my other pants are at the dry-cleaner’s ‘cause I hadn’t gotten time in SO long to go take them, so I had a pile of dirty clothes, and then my last pair was stolen!” Ryo ranted, “I’m so going to kill whoever took them.” He stopped, walked to Ueda and put a hand on Ueda’s shoulder. “And since no one would even listen, I had to come to you.” Ryo frowned. “Can I borrow some pants?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;The corner of Ueda’s lips curved up into a smirk. “Sure, Nishikido. No problem.” He turned around, facing his long-time rival.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Hontou?” Ryo’s expression was relieved, “Arigato!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ueda walked over to the closet. “I have this.” He threw something on the couch, “This, this, or this. Hmm, this is nice.” Ueda continued throwing clothes until he threw something in the Sexy Osaka man’s face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“OY! Watch it Princess!” And Ueda stopped; taking the article of clothing from Ryo’s hands and walking over to the couch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“I have, a mini-skirt... well actually, that’s my cousin’s..... she said to give it to my girlfriend.. but.. well. You’re in need of clothes...” Ueda started.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Princess, I’m not as feminine as you are. I will not wear a skirt under any condition.” Ryo’s fist clenched, ready to throw a punch if needed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Even if..” Ueda brought his slender fingers to Ryo’s cheek, making Ryo turn a light shade of pink, “I put it on for you?” He whispered seductively in Ryo’s ear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Um.. no thanks.” He pushed Ueda away, as Ueda stifled a giggle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“And the rest are... pants.” He walked back to the mirror as Ryo examined the pants lying on the couch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;.... Ryo stared, “ALL OF THESE ARE THOSE STUPID-ASS JROCKER PANTS!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“They all aren’t half the ass you are.” Ueda retorted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Fine.” Ryo grabbed decent looking pants and grumpily yanked them on. The pants were tight, black leather, with silver beadings at the top and bottom edges. There was a shiny, silver chain hanging about the left side, and a gold and silver belt keeping the pants at Ryo’s waist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“They actually don’t look so bad on you.” Ueda murmured.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Yeah, that’s what you think Princess.” Ryo threw the towel over his shoulder. “I’ll drop the pants off on Friday.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Wait! Ryo!” Ueda turned around at the exact moment before Ryo shut the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ryo opened it slightly, “Hai, Princess?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Um, you don’t have to drop them off. I’ll come pick them up.” Ueda stumbled in his words, “But where do you live?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ryo sighed, “If you really want to. Ask Akanishi.” And he closed the door. What difference did it make if he dropped the pants off or Ueda picked them up? Ryo shrugged it off and tried to ignore the stares he was getting from the co-workers; engrossed in the attracting pants.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;‘Should I ask? Or shouldn’t I ask?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; Ueda thought to himself as he waited for Kamenashi Kazuya to bring the take-out he went off to buy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Ueda-kun?” Fellow KAT-TUN member Nakamaru Yuichi waved his hand in front of Ueda’s face. “Are you okay?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ueda broke from his trance, “Ah~ Hai. Daijobu.” Ueda forced a smile to his friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Is Ryo-chan bothering you again?” Maru was double-checking seeing as Ryo hadn’t even come close to Ueda for the past few days except this morning, when Maru spotted Ryo exiting Ueda’s dressing room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“No. He’s not bothering me at all.” Ueda stifled a giggle. “He’s actually being kind to me for once.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Eh? Wha? Nani?” Tanaka Koki came over, “Ryo be nice? That’s... hard to believe Uebo-chan.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“No, no. It’s true.” Ueda shook his head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Taguchi Junnosuke sat next to Ueda, “Is there something wrong Tat-chan? Are you covering up for Nishikido-kun? I mean... he’s &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; mean to you. Are you sure you’re.... not starting to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; Nishikido-kun?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Everyone was taken back Junno’s question, and stared at Ueda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“..... I don’t think it’s possible for &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;anyone&lt;/b&gt; to like him in that way, Taguchi-kun.” Ueda defended.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“What about who liking who?” Akanishi Jin just happened to be coming back from his washroom break and heard the ending of the conversation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“It’s nothing.” Ueda assured Jin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Well, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; think that there’s a possibility that Tat-chan may have feelings for Nishikido-kun.” Junno explained.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Nah!” Jin patted Ueda’s shoulder, “They fight too much to like each other.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ueda sighed in relief. At least Jin believed him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Then, a thought struck Ueda. If Ueda asked Jin where Ryo lived; Jin would be suspicious and wouldn’t be on Ueda’s side anymore! NOOOOO!!! &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Darn you, Taguchi.&lt;/i&gt; Ueda thought to himself selfishly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;~~~~~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“I hate you, Nishikido...” Ueda muttered coldly to himself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Why is that so?” Ryo’s voice crept from behind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Eh?” Ueda turned around to find Ryo staring down at him with a curious expression on his face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“I asked why do you hate me.” Ryo repeated, sitting down next to Ueda on the floor in the lone practice room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“I just...” Ueda huffed, “Oh, it’s nothing.” Ueda was about to stand up but Ryo grabbed his wrist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“You wanted me to tell you how I got that nickname for you, right, Princess?” Ryo’s blank expression was still on his face; like stone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ueda nodded slightly and sat back down. To Ueda’s surprise, Ryo took hold of Ueda’s hand with his own, and shifted closer to Ueda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“You know in fairy tales... how the fairies always help the little princesses?” Ryo asked, not turning to look at Ueda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ueda nodded, “Yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“And you remember that time when you said you could see fairies?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Yeah.” Was Ryo trying to mock him?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“And also how people used to call you Uebo-hime?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“Yeah....” The questions were starting to get a bit irritating by now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;Ryo sighed before he continued, “Don’t kill me for this but I thought once that those fairies you &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;saw&lt;/i&gt; could’ve been like the ones that help the little princesses. And when I heard someone call you Uebo-&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hime&lt;/i&gt; I thought it really suited you.” Ryo paused to chuckle, “Not trying to say that you’re like a girl... But you’ve got qualities to you that no one else has. Unique and special, like a princess.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;“That sounds really stupid, you know.” Ueda laughed, “Espe