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  <title>Reaching</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 12:30:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Pairs</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Arytie, listen up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://skaey.livejournal.com&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;http://skaey.livejournal.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;is purely for posts that concern my fanfics from ff.net. &lt;strong&gt;Skaey &lt;/strong&gt;is my nickname forever- nothing will change that. I stick to Skaey. But lately, in the past few months, I have discovered or created a new pen-name, which is &lt;strong&gt;Claudestine&lt;/strong&gt;. I don&apos;t&amp;nbsp;know why but I realized I had given it some attention during the time I had been totally &lt;u&gt;addicted&lt;/u&gt; to Prince of Tennis (No, I don&apos;t mean that I no longer love it- I just have moved on. &lt;em&gt;But, &lt;/em&gt;I still LOVE it. Clear?). So that&apos;s when I started to write PoT fanfics, and created this LJ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://claudestine.livejournal.com&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;http://claudestine.livejournal.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;is my site for my &lt;strike&gt;forgettable&lt;/strike&gt; love and dedication to &lt;u&gt;Prince of Tennis&lt;/u&gt;- and &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;that. All my posts or rants on PoT will be placed here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;I have loads of LJ accounts. And &lt;strike&gt;I don&apos;t frigging care &lt;/strike&gt;I&apos;m quite aware of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I coudn&apos;t help myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a new one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mistella.livejournal.com&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;http://mistella.livejournal.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#99cc00&quot;&gt;is &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;MY&lt;/font&gt; journal. All my&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;rants&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;mumbles&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;will be there. That&apos;s a good thing because I really need a permanent blog for myself. I need a place to express the real me. This &apos;me&apos; is not &apos;me&apos; because when it comes to writing,&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt; I am entire &lt;em&gt;different &lt;/em&gt;person&lt;/font&gt;. You&apos;ll be surprised when you see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9900&quot;&gt;There.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure when I&apos;ll update. I don&apos;t know when I&apos;ll go back here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know when I&apos;ll continue my PoT fanfics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;But I assure you guys that if it comes to PoT (or if I have discovered something about it) I will directly &lt;em&gt;zoom&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;type &lt;/strong&gt;my ass off.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. See you.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 13:43:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Learning</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tezuka learns a lot of things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AN: &lt;/strong&gt;Holy crap. I was just so bored and decided that I wanted to write an entry for my LJ but it seems, I have instead wrote a story. Lol. Written in less than an hour, so don&apos;t mind the loads of grammatical errors. Please review when done reading. All reviews are welcome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot;&gt;Tezuka Kunimitsu had never really smiled. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until he met Echizen Ryoma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The younger boy was able to send him smiling, by just simply...&lt;i&gt;smiling &lt;/i&gt;himself. At times, Tezuka wondered if the smile (or sometimes the smirk) was really meant for his sight. But when he looked around, he saw no one but his shadow. When he finally returned Echizen&apos;s smile, with a ghostly but nevertheless, a small curve of the lips, he could see how the younger boy&apos;s face would etch into something... well, just something that wasn&apos;t unhappy. Tezuka never really could tell, despite knowing his kouhai for 3 years already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tezuka Kunimitsu could never laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Untile he saw Echizen Ryoma fall off the edge of the river to save the can of unopened Ponta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was a few weeks, or months ago and Tezuka could never &lt;i&gt;ever &lt;/i&gt;forget it. They were camping, or in a training camp Ryuzaki-sensei had arranged for them (they were in the same school again, but they were just high school students this time) in the woods and their coach had assigned them by pairs to go trekking together. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Echizen Ryoma and Tezuka Kunimitsu were paired up together-whether they liked it or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Echizen being Echizen, had at least brought a can of his favorite drink. Sadly, he had a difficulty opening it. But being the stubborn boy he was, he continued forcing the can open while walking the muddy and rocky path. Tezuka was paying attention to his teammate, that was for sure, but since he was engrossed in watching Echizen open the can in amusement, he never noticed that there was a lump in the ground in front of the latter&apos;s way. He only realized it existed when the prodigy had fallen into the stream beside them, hopelessly trying to grab his now-drifting can of Ponta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the cat-like boy finally returned, soaking with mud dripping on his attire, Tezuka Kunimitsu couldn&apos;t help but laugh. Of course, Echizen had looked at him with wide eyes, surprised to see his captain laugh. But in the end, Echizen laughed along with him (fully knowing that the older boy was laughing &lt;i&gt;at &lt;/i&gt;him not &lt;i&gt;with &lt;/i&gt;him).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tezuka Kunimitsu didn&apos;t know how to love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was until a few years ago, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eight years ago, on the day of his graduation, Echizen Ryoma had told him he loved him. Tezuka being Tezuka, took this as an insult; he had never believed any single word that his younger friend had confessed. But deep, deep inside him, he was gaping in confusion. He knew he had felt at least something with the other boy, but he couldn&apos;t identify what. Tezuka was about to decline whatever his kouhai had told him but when his lips met soft rosy ones, he couldn&apos;t help but melt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps he should give it a shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But as days turned into weeks, and as weeks turned into months, Tezuka Kunimitsu had grown supremely fond of his partner. Monthly dates (or maybe just tennis games) turned into weekly dates (which were now composed of a movie, eating in a restaurant, a tennis match and at times, a make-out session). Most times, he never really minded how Kikumaru Eiji would glomp Ryoma, but whenever he thought of someone touching &lt;i&gt;his &lt;/i&gt;Ryoma, he went crazy. He didn&apos;t like it a bit. A year had passed and their relationship was surprisingly steady but they both knew that it wasn&apos;t about to end soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like how Kunimitsu would get envious when Fuji Syuusuke would ruffle Ryoma&apos;s head affectionately, somewhat brotherly, and mutter something quietly to the green haired teen that would make the younger boy blush, Ryoma also had a few perks that made him quite jealous as well. For example, he hated it when Atobe would challenge Kunimitsu into a match that would last &lt;i&gt;hours &lt;/i&gt;because Atobe wanted to defeat Tezuka, not caring how long or how many matches it would take. He hated it because Atobe took Kunimitsu away from him. And to him, time was very precious- especially when it came to his dates with the older man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He never knew when he had started falling in love with the young prodigy. He never really noticed how time flew past quickly. He had never really paid any attention to how many trophies he had gained playing as a professional tennis player. He &lt;b&gt;couldn&apos;t &lt;/b&gt;forget though that this was his seventh anniversary with Echizen Ryoma. He could still remember clearly his wedding day, of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funnily, the &apos;shot&apos; he took when he was younger, was the actual right choice to pick. He never regretted it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But to him, it didn&apos;t matter. He had forgotten how long he had been with Ryoma already. Both didn&apos;t really count. What was important was that they both still loved each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though he didn&apos;t know why, or how, to him, it just felt...&lt;i&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because Ryoma taught him to be the real Tezuka Kunimitsu. And Kunimitsu was certain that his lover wouldn&apos;t give up the job of teaching him lessons just like what he had done when they were younger... He was sure that &lt;i&gt;they both &lt;/i&gt;wouldn&apos;t give up. They were both the pillars and they weren&apos;t planning to retire any time soon.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>tezuryo</category>
  <lj:music>Avril Lavigne</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Avril Lavigne</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 12:34:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Finals for the 7th Graders</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Bwah. I know I&apos;m suppose to be studying Science- but hell, I can&apos;t resist my laptop. Nor can I resist tempting fics waiting to be read. And I can&apos;t forget doujins waiting to downloaded (especially TezuRyo ones ^^)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been studying for &lt;strong&gt;hours &lt;/strong&gt;(can you believe that? ... I can&apos;t!). Yes, honestly speaking, despite me being surprised an all, I did study for hours. From around 5 in the afternoon till 9 in the evening. Lol. I know it&apos;s not much. I mean I&apos;m sure others study longer... But the fact that it took me around 3 or hours 4 just to review &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;subject... Which, by the way, is Science.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my friends know that I&apos;m a &lt;u&gt;sucker &lt;/u&gt;when it comes to the earth and it&apos;s blingys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--In other words, I &lt;strong&gt;suck&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Badly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So... since this is &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;journal (unless someone has hacked into this and changed it&apos;s settings or someone or some&lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; has kidnapped me and cloned me and is now hacking into this account...) so I&apos;m allowed to RANT all I WANT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon, but I really need to destress myself... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stress not STRESS myself :|&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I haven&apos;t finished studying Science yet. Noooooo!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s alright, though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because by the end of this week, &lt;strong&gt;WE&apos;RE FREE. I&apos;M FREE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because Claud-chan doesn&apos;t have to study anything anymore. Because Claud-chan is graduating, so this means that we get our exams earlier than the rest (it has it disadvantages though). And yesss~ NO GIFT! &lt;em&gt;GIFT &lt;/em&gt;is like Club Activities and all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ne, I still got to attend school even after our tests are over. Because we got frigging graduation practice. Pfffttt....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing annoying, right? But I&apos;ll live.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--At least I&apos;ve got no more &lt;em&gt;things &lt;/em&gt;to study. Nothing to remember. No more sleeping late just to finish homework. No more bringing of school book (and this is a relief! I don&apos;t got to carry any more load!). No more..... NOTHING.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging with friends in school. Slacking off our practices. GOING ABSENT (this is the BEST!) and... MALLING ALMOST EVERYWEEK (No, wait, &lt;strong&gt;this &lt;/strong&gt;is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEST...BETTER!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).. Watching movies nonstop, shopping, anime...&amp;nbsp;And my friends can come over anytime! WOOT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grins*&amp;nbsp; This has got to be the best year in Grade School ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...Oh my God! Bienny can like, come over and we can like, DRINK! SHIT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, we&apos;re gonna get drunk often now :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahhahahahah! I can&apos;t WAIT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh shit, look at the time :( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, after typing this entry, I shall go...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[But! I&apos;ll be surfing the net later because I need to research on some things my teacher wasn&apos;t able to clear up...MORE SCIENCE! NOOOO!]&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claud-chan ^^ &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>school</category>
  <lj:music>NONE. I need to STUDY! @(</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">NONE. I need to STUDY! @(</media:title>
  <lj:mood>study, study, study!---NOOOO!~</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 09:47:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Blink Blank</title>
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  <description>I woke up at 6:30 in the morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effing early, don&apos;t you think?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I&apos;m trying to currently fall asleep with my litle brother by my side becuase we have a party tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese New Year one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year though, I ain&apos;t spending it with my mother&apos;s side. Why, you ask? Because there&apos;s this fight and they say it&apos;s because of me. And what do I say? Bullshit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yes, I did wake up at 6:30 in the frigging morning- on a SATURDAY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. I wouldn&apos;t mind if I really woke up that early if it was MYSELF waking myself up (you know when you wake up at different times by yourself?) but you know, I at least was woken up sweetly. You see, I wasn&apos;t suppose to go to my brother&apos;s fair. But my mom cunningly forced me into it by making a scene out of it. So, unwillingly, I went. I set my alarm for 6 sumthing but I didn&apos;t wake up. Bleh. And then, my little brother kissed my cheek, saying bye cause he was dressed, and I was still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt horrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s a good brother, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I turned on my laptop, grabbed clothes and changed. I left the laptop on for the morning since I needed to download something (last night, it said it took about 9 hours to download even with high-speed internet, but when morning came, it said it only needed an hour =/)&amp;nbsp;, try a yaoi movie ;), and like, left for La Salle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my god, it wad fucking &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;HOT&lt;/font&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was burning on my skin, it penetrated through my hair and ventured into my brain- and geez, I could have sworn I melted due to the heat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I&apos;m at home. My mother was kind enough to let me blas the aircon for the whole day &amp;gt;:) while I told her I took a nap...I should&apos;ve said I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; take a nap instead of I &lt;strong&gt;took&lt;/strong&gt; a nap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a party later for Chinese New Year. Friends invited only. No family, except my Dad&apos;s side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate family problems, don&apos;t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll leave the internet on anyways. And I&apos;m crashing at my room tonight. Yey!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you we&apos;re Broadband already? ^^ Cool, right?!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clandestine Chapter Three, Brittle, has now been posted in FF.Net please check my username (Skaey) for it as I am too lazy to type the link here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AND!! I watched &lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc00&quot;&gt;NARUTO SHIPPUUDEN&lt;/font&gt;! It ROCKS my SOCKS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Only available in Youtube for now, so for those interested, WATCH IT. Their appearances hasn&apos;t changed much though, they just grew taller and learned more techniques.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unyaa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s not complete yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, right? :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goddammit. Exams are next week. I&apos;ll start reviewing tonight so those in the Philippines, I&apos;m sure you&apos;ll catch me online tonight doing an all nighter- that means from today to tomorrow morning. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, now XD</description>
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  <category>days</category>
  <lj:music>None. Bro&apos;s sleeping so I can&apos;t play anything.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">None. Bro&apos;s sleeping so I can&apos;t play anything.</media:title>
  <lj:mood>Shite</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 12:46:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nothing</title>
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  <description>Aaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUCK.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my writing sucks...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t think of anything for Clandestine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn&apos;t do any of those one-shot fics...Instead, I made a TezuRyo which has more than 4,000 words and it still ain&apos;t complete yet V_V&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaahhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going broadband this thursday so...YES! MORE TIME ONLINE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWUAHAHAHHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, you know, I&apos;m still addicted to TezuRyo (-AND ONLY TEZURYO)...the series really screams &lt;strong&gt;TEZURYO&lt;/strong&gt;....don&apos;t you think? I mean Tezuka&apos;s always &apos;Be the Pillar of Strength&apos; to Ryoma....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT&apos;S SO HOT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craaaapp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells... Look out for this one-shot of mine, which is edited by Cyrille, called, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beach Loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*hinthint* Seigaku goes to Okinawa-without Tezuka (it&apos;s his faaauuullltttt!). They meet the Hyotei team (who knows why they&apos;re there) and they go to a club...but there&apos;s the challenge you see...And Tezuka arrives just in time to see the dare...and he gets steaming jealous coz of it &amp;gt;:) --I love you Tezuka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to...uh...write... :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 11:39:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Piss</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I swear I can &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;- with murderous glances and obnoxious sneers of course.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Well, that&apos;s what &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;thought a few days ago. Apparently, I just realized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how much I wanted to so called &lt;em&gt;kill, &lt;/em&gt;I just...&lt;strong&gt;can&apos;t.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Especially when it comes to my friends... I can be such a &lt;strong&gt;sucker&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, actually, just yesterday (Monday, January 29, 2007) I did not talk to Pia at all.. nyaahahahahahahahaha! Screw that &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc33&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golden Pair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; title we have... It&apos;s more like we should be called the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue Pair&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;- &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#003300&quot;&gt;because most of the time, we&apos;re on good terms but there are times when I really just get pissed at her... We&apos;ve got lots of issues to deal with...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;i really don&apos;t want to talk about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;Oh yeah!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;I&apos;ve got&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;a new idea! I have this new TezuRyo and AtoRyo fic that I&apos;ve been dying to write already ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;~Think of the third years and first years having the same Home and Economics class together...And it involves cooking and pairing up together...and a&amp;nbsp;very mean tensai wanting to steal attention from the couple...*mwuahahahaha*~&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Think of swimming in a very private, very luxurious swimming pool? And pretend-drowning? *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;suppose you guys get the drift...I&apos;m currently still hooked&amp;nbsp;to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Clandestine&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;all thanks to Cyrille -_- but...I hope I&apos;ll be able to type this by Saturday since I&apos;ll be in the provence and god knows how they hardly have a decent internet connection...V_V&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 08:32:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>English, english?</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;So, where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa, yeah, late in updating. But then again, it&apos;s not like I have any deadline due. So what&apos;s there to rush?&amp;nbsp;--((Claud meanie! *pouts*))&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadist! *Snickers* It&apos;s not like I&apos;m not anyway. My best friend Pia&apos;s the Masochist and I&apos;m like the Sadist [Fuji-Senpai!!! ^^] So we&apos;re like the &apos;Golden Pair&apos;- just girl versions and &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;people. Ahahaha. Though my friend denies that she is one. I mean yeah, she doesn&apos;t like pain, but she &lt;em&gt;tolerates &lt;/em&gt;them and &lt;em&gt;bears&lt;/em&gt; with it- and she hardly complains, well unless to me of course. She started to tell me &lt;em&gt;everything. &lt;/em&gt;Which is good, this shows that I&apos;m the one she trusts... Which is so good because she never told anyone her problems much (&apos;cept her cousin I suppose)&amp;nbsp;so now, I&apos;m like her &apos;Planner&apos;- meaning I know her problems and try to solve them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh yeah, I finally posted my new fanfic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clandestine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which I mentioned before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s in FF.Net so just search for it :) &lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 18:18:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thankful</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I am&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;thankful&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;for today, for I was able to watch the&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;Prince of Tennis OVA&apos;s 1-7&lt;/font&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am glad that there is &lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;LiveJourn&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;l &lt;/font&gt;because I get to post my fanfics and get reviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that there is the pairing &lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;AtobexRyoma&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color=&quot;#808000&quot;&gt;TezukaxRyoma&lt;/font&gt; or I would think this world was boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me is glad that Me is Me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;LOL&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Announcement: &lt;/strong&gt;Please look forward to my new fanfic that will hopefully be posted up soon. It&apos;s called &lt;strong&gt;Clandestine &lt;/strong&gt;and a &lt;strong&gt;TezuRyo &lt;/strong&gt;story. My own characters will be included, and the plot may sound so cliche, but hey, it&apos;s mine right? X) &lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 13:45:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>School</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot; name=&quot;storytext&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;School &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skaey/Claudestine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN: &lt;/b&gt;Hey. Another addition to my Prince of Tennis fanfics (currently there’s only two but I promise there’ll be more to come!). Hopefully, you guys like &lt;b&gt;Tezuka Kunimitsu x Echizen Ryoma &lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Remember, all my fics are un Beta’d so go ahead and tell me if there’s any corrections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;---I prefer using this as my horizontal bar XD--- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School was a bother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Echizen Ryoma knew it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking alongside his team mate and good friend Momoshiro, he grunted when he heard the loud buzz of the students from his school chatting. “What’s wrong with you today, Echizen?” The older one of the two asked teasingly, chuckling when the younger boy’s expression hardened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Nothing…” Was the blunt reply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Really?” A smirk curved on the sophomore’s face, “or are you just in a foul mood because buchou couldn’t come over yesterday?” Everyone knew that the captain of the tennis club and their youngest member were dating, they knew since the first week the two got together. And everyone especially knew that usually, one of the two would sleep over each other’s house, whether it may have been Tezuka’s or Echizen’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Momoshiro raised an eyebrow. He glanced at his kouhei who’s head was bowed down; his golden eyes covered by his white cap. “Whatever,” he muttered, walking ahead of the freshman. Surely, Ryoma wasn’t pissed at the fact that their captain couldn’t stay over because he had to study right? But knowing the prodigy, Momoshiro knew that the boy was spoilt and always got whatever he wanted. But then there was the fact that Tezuka wasn’t lenient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It couldn’t have possibly been that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what had made the boy a grouch today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hurry up!” The taller boy yelled, running to the school gate. “Or we’ll be late!” And he dashed off, leaving Ryoma behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s better than this,” Ryoma mumbled, kneading his temple with his thumb and index finger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was tickled pink and breathing heavily as he barely made it inside the school campus- he didn’t even move that much from where his friend left him and it wasn’t that hot, seeing as the sun was rising late today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;---I prefer using this as my horizontal bar XD--- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryoma pushed the door to his classroom roughly and just as hard, pushed it back when he got in. He walked quickly to his seat after checking the clock that hung on top of the door. He still had time to nap a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Settling down comfortably on his chair, he laid his head down to his desk and within a moment, fell into numb sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“HOI! Echizen!!” Horio yelled loudly, making his classmates whip their head at him dangerously, not appreciating the noise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ryoma-kun!” Tomoka squealed louder, pushing away the other boy as she faced the tennis player’s desk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Tomoka, I don’t think Ryoma-san appreciates the loudness” Sakuno commented quietly, blushing furiously as she poked her fingers together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;, Sakuno!” Tomoko replied cheerfully, gripping on Echizen’s shoulders, shaking him awake. “Ryoma! Wake up! Class is about to start!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryoma then made the action of muttering a curse and then slapped his classmate’s hand off his shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ryoma-san!” Sakuno exclaimed, surprised at the rudeness of her friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sorry, Ryoma-kun!” Tomoka apologized quickly, bowing her head down in embarrassment. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryoma gave her a blank but pointed look and with a glare, he plopped his head back down on his desk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What’s wrong with Ryoma-kun today?” Kachiro whispered to Katsuo, biting his lip in worry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I have no idea,” The latter whispered back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They didn’t notice his flushed face and hot breathe, or the fact that his eyes were somewhat tired looking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;---I prefer using this as my horizontal bar XD--- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English was usually everyone’s most unloved subject since it consisted of words that were foreign to them- except of course to Echizen Ryoma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone was at first glad that their new classmate was a fluent speaker; it was a good thing after all, they thought he could help them during study periods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was useless as the tennis prodigy slept throughout the entire class. The teacher couldn’t complain, since the boy could fire back his questions with superb answers- and if he did try to make the boy suffer, the news could reach to Echizen’s lover, Tezuka Kunimitsu, one of the students favored by most teachers. So instead of wasting his efforts on the boy, he spent his sadistic teachings on his other students. This was unfortunate for them, since English class was held after lunch break. Oh and who wouldn’t want to just relax after eating?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a bit different though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Horio was still showing off; Tomoka still cheered for Ryoma even though they weren’t even on the courts; Sakuno always reminded her best friend to lower her voice and Katsuo and Kachiro just kept to themselves, only speaking their thoughts once in a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usually, exactly on &lt;b&gt;1:53 PM &lt;/b&gt;their teacher would call Echizen to recite a stanza from whatever story they were reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time, when the student called stood up; he couldn’t look at the teacher straight in the eye. Their teacher’s eye looked at Ryoma quizzically of course. And when the boy dropped his book on the ground, everyone’s eyes shot up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But nothing could compare to what happened next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;b&gt;ECHIZEN!” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They screamed when their classmate fell down on the ground, his face completely red and panting deeply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;---I prefer using this as my horizontal bar XD--- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Nyaa, where’s O’Chibi?” Eiji asked curiously, bouncing around the room, asking for information. It was ten minutes since they all gathered for training.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Echizen isn’t here yet?” Fuji asked, his eyebrows scrunching together in shock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yeah! Oishi, where is he??” The acrobat asked, a look of worry etched on his face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know, Eiji” His partner confessed as he finished tying his shoe laces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Nyaaaa!” Eiji whined, pouting annoyingly. “Where could he be?” Suddenly, a thought shot up to him. He smiled slyly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ne, Tezuka, you guys didn’t do anything &lt;i&gt;tiring &lt;/i&gt;did you?” Eiji grinned cheekily as he glanced at their captain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tezuka gave him a pointed look, but that didn’t solve anything. The stoic man continued checking his strings, wondering if they needed to be replaced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“There’s fourteen percent that could have happened,” The Data Man said, gripping his green notebook, “but there’s an eighty-four percent that didn’t happen.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Why’s that?” Kawamura asked, “I mean doesn’t Tezuka usually go to Echizen’s house during Thursdays?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They didn’t notice the blush that crept on their captain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Fssh…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Because, Tezuka was studying last night, right?” Fuji said, smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tezuka couldn’t help but nod in agreement. He checked his watch and noticed that a bit over twenty minutes already passed and there was still no Echizen to be found. He frowned when he thought if the boy was ignoring, but thinking about it, his younger lover was fine with Tezuka not going over. He knew Ryoma respected him and his importance to study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So where was he now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Momo, you walked with O’Chibi today right? So where is he?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I walked him alright but there was nothing wrong with him, in fact he was just his normal self.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Do you think Echizen-kun went home?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That’s hardly possible, Oishi, there’s a ninety-three percent that he would never &lt;i&gt;dare &lt;/i&gt;miss out on practice”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Fssh..yeah!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, the door flew open, and much to their disappointment, they saw Horio and the other two instead of a smirking Ryoma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ah! Sorry buchou! Sorry! We thought you guys were done already!” Horio stammered, bowing his head repeatedly. He really did not like getting into their senpais’ bad sides- well, most especially Tezuka’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ahh!” Eiji shrieked, bouncing excitedly towards the freshman. “Where’s O’Chibi?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The three glanced at each other before facing Eiji.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“…You don’t know?” Kachiro asked quietly, biting his lip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Don’t know what?” Fuji’s eyes shot up, his icy blue orbs staring at them with question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Uhh,” Katsuo started, “during English class you see, he… Well, Echizenfaintedandwasbroughttotheinfirmary.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The regular members blinked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Say that again?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Echizen fainted during English class and was brought right away to infirmary. He’s been there since two in the afternoon actually” Katsuo repeated nervously, not liking the senpais’ look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Why’d he faint?!” Oishi asked, eyes clouding in horror and worry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“They said he had a fever, which was just a bit low earlier but Tomoka just told me that it became worse.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then a gust of wind blew past them. The others except Fuji and Inui gaped at the scene they just witnessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never in their entire life would they believe their buchou to leave the training without any say. Not only that, they never thought they would see their buchou run as quick as a ball being served.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;---I prefer using this as my horizontal bar XD--- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rushing, he dashed to the school’s infirmary. His heart beat skipped as he reached the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entering, he asked the school doctor where his lover was and quickly walked there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As he spotted the boy, he also noticed the two girls surrounding him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Tezuka-senpai!” Sakuno gushed, mouth gaping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The older man nodded as greeting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Let’s go, Tomoka!” Sakuno stated, grabbing her friend’s arm and dragged her out- not bothering to hear her complaints.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tezuka gripped his lover’s left hand tightly. He knew he was missing practice but Ryoma was more important to him- besides he was sure their coach would understand, after all, he never skipped any practice unless needed. And this was his first priority.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ryo,” He muttered, petting the younger boy’s mop of green hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“…Mitsu…?” The latter mumbled, slowly awaking from his slumber.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sshh… Go back to sleep”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“But I’m sure you don’t really mean that, Mitsu” The golden eyed boy stated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it was the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Aa,” Kunimitsu grinned sheepishly, showing his gentler side to the boy. “Are you okay?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yes, I’m fine,” Ryoma assured as he felt Kunimitsu’s lips brush over his gently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Shouldn’t you be in practice?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Shouldn’t you be in it too?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“But I’m sick”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That’s why I’m here- to take care of you”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two burst out in laughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m not a baby,”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“But you’re my lover; surely you’re not going to deny that?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryoma blushed hotly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kunimitsu leaned over and latched his lips on the freshman. Tongues battled over dominion but it was Tezuka always ended up winning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Mitsu, you might catch my fever”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kunimitsu bit onto Ryoma’s collarbone, marking it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I don’t care”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He started licking the mark he made as he soothed the bruised skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Suit yourself”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he let the older man ravish him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minutes later, after the intense make out, Tezuka smiled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I love you,”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Mada mada da ne” Ryoma whispered seductively, pressing his already swollen lips to Kunimitsu’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If waking up early for school despite knowing that he had a slight fever, Ryoma Echizen was glad he still went… Because he wouldn’t mind doing that as long as he had a reward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;---I prefer using this as my horizontal bar XD--- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oi! Fuji!” Eiji asked, excitedly, “what should we do with these pictures?” He presented him the printed copies of the stolen pictures they took.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Saa…Well, we could make that as our main picture for our flyers that promote the tennis team.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Good idea!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest sweat dropped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;End&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN: &lt;/b&gt;OMG. I cannot believe I wrote something like this. Tell me if you don’t like it. Tell me if you do. In other words, REVIEW! Oh and, I’m gonna ask this time where I can download or read the manga of POT for free this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me if I made mistakes, I don’t mind. No flames please! And hopefully this one turns out okay, since this is my first Pillar Pair fanfic XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skaey/Claudestine&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ne, does anyone want to be my Beta? XD &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>atoryo</category>
  <lj:music>Franz Ferdinand- This Boy</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>Prince of Tennis OVA 7... XD</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 08:32:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Squeal</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Yey! Seven reviews for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9900&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Hypocrite&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;FF.Net&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and four reviews from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333399&quot;&gt;LiveJourna&lt;/font&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;. Nevertheless, I&apos;m happpeeeee! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really good news, since like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9900&quot;&gt;Hypocrite&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is my first fanfic for &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prince of Tennis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I&apos;ve got the urge to suddenly write!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe an &lt;font color=&quot;#99cc00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;AtobeXRyoma&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Perhaps &lt;font color=&quot;#6699ff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;TezukaxRyoma&lt;/font&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahihihihihihih!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the reviews were all positive so now, I have the confidence to write more POT fics!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahooo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~To all those who reviewed, &lt;strong&gt;thank you so much! ^^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>confessions</category>
  <lj:music>Welcome To The Black Parade- My Chemical Romance</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>Urged to write! XD</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 10:03:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hypocrite</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Hypocrite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Claudestine/Skaey&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;AN: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;This is my very first time to actually write a Prince of Tennis, much less an Atobe Keigo x Echizen Ryoma fanfic. Forgive me if I make a mistake, I’m not really familiar with all the full names of the characters though I’ve seen the whole episodes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Oh yeah, does anyone from the &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; know where I can buy the OVA (In &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; only, please) or does anyone know where I can download the files of the OVA for free? XD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;---Does the horizontal bar work? :) ---&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;11:27 AM &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Clearly, Atobe Keigo was not stupid- or at least he knew he wasn’t. But then again, if he &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;stupid, then his father wouldn’t make him the CEO of one their major companies at the age nineteen, nor would he be the tennis captain of Hyotei Gakuen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;But there was something only &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;he &lt;/i&gt;knew and surprisingly, it wasn’t something really to be proud of. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;He was a hypocrite. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Sighing, he continued typing on his Powerbook when the large beige blanket started moving, stealing his part of share off his legs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;He blinked at sudden action. Grumbling, he reached a part of the blanket and tried to snatch a bit of it back to him when some&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; launched their head on his covered chest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;“Monkey King” The other boy mumbled, his head resting on his lover’s comfortably. Ryoma rubbed his eyes sleepily as he clutched on Atobe’s dark blue velvet shirt. “Brat,” The older man remarked, focusing his eyes back to the laptop he held. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;The tennis prodigy pouted at the lack of attention. He yawned and mewled when Keigo draped his right arm over him, using his left hand to continue typing as his right one petted his mop of dark green hair. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Minutes passed quickly, Ryoma still sleeping on his chest. Keigo smirked when he was able to pet Ryoma to sleep, he was indeed &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;great.&lt;/i&gt; Then, a pop-up came up on his screen. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Sender: Secretary Aiko &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;The Atobe heir frowned at the message. Apparently, he had another meeting tomorrow for the launch of his father’s new successful factory since his father was away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Please do not be late this time. I’m sure your father expects you to attend in his place- after all; it is your job as his son. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;He didn’t know whether to feel angered at the note. After all, there was a hidden message there. And the nerve of that woman! To berate him like that! A fast beat of his heart did not surprise him though. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Resting his head on the headboard, he shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to listen to the small, nagging voices inside him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;He knew why his father’s secretary reminded him this. He knew the &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;exact&lt;/i&gt; reason. And he chuckled at the thought. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;That was just last year. His parents were in &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and he was left alone in &lt;st1:country-region w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The event last year was much more important than the one tomorrow held; last year’s was the launching of his father’s industry for Asian countries- too bad he couldn’t go. It wasn’t that he &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;didn’t &lt;/i&gt;want to, it was just that he &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;couldn’t&lt;/i&gt; even if he &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;wanted &lt;/i&gt;to go. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Why?&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;mso-special-character: line-break&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Because his lover had a fever and Atobe Keigo absolutely refused to leave his side. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Of course, news traveled quickly, and in a few hours later, his father called, demanding to know why he didn’t attend. Keigo explained to him the reason but his father still went berserk with him, reprimanding him what his &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;real &lt;/i&gt;duties were. He, being the amazing Ore-sama, did not agree. Ryoma was sick and he needed to tend to him. Although his father was highly disappointed in him, he didn’t care. His father had sneered at him then, asking him the questions that made him cringe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;When you were younger, you always told me you would marry a woman from an eligible family. What happened now? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;I thought you were interested in women, isn’t that why you asked for credit cards and bank accounts when you were younger- to be able to please women and make them yours? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;He didn’t mind that his father always mocked him of his choices for a partner; he didn’t mind that he was called a disgrace of the Atobe family. What he did care about though was R.Y.O.M.A. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;His world revolved around the Prince of Seigaku- and only him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;“Keeeiiiggooo,” A voice whined, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Keigo just looked at the latter with a small smile. “Sleep,” Ryoma commanded cutely, rubbing his eyes sleepily. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Looking at the boy, Atobe couldn’t help but sigh. He wouldn’t win this match. A very adorable, sleepy Ryoma versus a very awake and tired Keigo. That didn’t sound so good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;“Fine,” He muttered, shutting his laptop firmly. He gently placed it on his mahogany nightstand and tucked himself on his king sized bed more comfortably. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;It didn’t take long before Ryoma latched himself on his lover, hugging Atobe’s muscular chest tightly. Grinning at the small movement, Atobe placed a chaste&amp;nbsp;kiss on the boy&apos;s, licking the latter’s&amp;nbsp;now swollen red one&apos;s. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;Ryoma purred at the kiss and giggled when he felt Atobe bit his neck, obviously in a spot where everyone could see. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;“Good night, Keigo” Ryoma said, wiggling in the older boy’s warm cocoon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;“Night, Ryoma” Keigo replied, wrapping his arms around his lover’s protectively. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;It didn’t matter if Atobe Keigo once told everyone that he would never fall for such a person born in a common family, all he cared was that he was happy. And yes, indeed, Echizen Ryoma made him the happiest man alive. And he wouldn’t mind to give up all his glory, wealth and status just to be able to stay with the boy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;-But of course, that is if he needed to. But if he &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;didn’t &lt;/i&gt;need to, then why give away his treasures? After all, he was the great Atobe Keigo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;--Finished--&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;AN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt; I wonder if you guys liked it. Just tell me if you don’t XD I promise to stop writing Prince of Tennis if you guys hate my guts for even trying to write a failing story. But if you do, please, please leave a comment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Claudestine/Skaey &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Wonderful Days- The one in Prince of Tennis XD</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Wonderful Days- The one in Prince of Tennis XD</media:title>
  <lj:mood>Ryomaaaa...!</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 10:35:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Today was the &lt;font color=&quot;#666699&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Spelling Bee.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I &lt;strike&gt;rocked&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;sucked&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt; Well I didn&apos;t suck &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad, at least I got to like &lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ff&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;word 4.&lt;/font&gt; The others like, disappeared, since the first word was given.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what words were given as the elimination?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First word:&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;Camouflage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second word: &lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Continuously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third word: &lt;font color=&quot;#3366ff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Acknowledge&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth word: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Dissatisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;And I fucked up in the fourth word...How &lt;strong&gt;humiliating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait- I am not gonna talk about it anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m bored.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <category>school</category>
  <lj:music>Vanessa Anne Hudgens</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Vanessa Anne Hudgens</media:title>
  <lj:mood>Uhh..Blank?</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 13:32:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Maybe I&apos;m an old soul- or something like that.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc0099&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Maybe I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;an old soul, perhaps a wandering soul who always wanted to be someone from the future. I don&apos;t really know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;em&gt;we&apos;re&lt;/em&gt; all old souls; we could be travelers who always wanted to seek another journey in life. I guess, but that doesn&apos;t mean I&apos;m sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past. Souls. Time. History.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me think of these?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not going to promote this movie, but the reason I&apos;m wondering about souls and stuff is becuase I watched the flick called &lt;strong&gt;Somewhere in Time &lt;/strong&gt;which is about...It&apos;s really hard to explain though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m gonna start here: It started with this famous play writer (named Richard in the movie) who was in a party, celebrating the sucess of the play (they made his script into the play). Then, an old lady gave him a pocket watch and told him, &quot;come back to me.&quot; He then started questioning why she said that to him and why he felt that he knew her so he researched about her. Unfortunately, when he found out who the woman was, she died due to old age. He visited her close friends and found out that her lover died at young age, leaving only his pocket watch in her possession. Shocked, he told the friend that the woman gave him the pocket watch. The friend wondered why as well, since they watch was a very important item for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted to find out what was happening, and thru hypnosis, he was able to return to 1912. Everyone knows that you cannot return to the past unless you really have gone there, but here he was, a young writer born much later than 1912-and he was able to go back in time. He then saw the younger version of the old woman (sorry, but I can&apos;t remember her name XD) and as time passed, they fell in love. But when they finally got together, he returned to the future-which depressed him and lead him to death.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason he was able to go back to the past was because &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was the lover of the woman. The story did not specify how the original lover died but my conclusion is that when Richard, the present one, went back to the past, he changed the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; story. When he went back to the future, that was the reason of his death in the woman&apos;s time (1912+). In the end, when he died, he was finally able to be with the woman again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie reminds me of something though..An Anime I think, but I&apos;m not so sure...I can only think of Full Metal Alchemist but it&apos;s the one... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit.&lt;/em&gt; I&apos;ve got the Spelling Bee thing tomorrow. OMG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>confessions</category>
  <lj:music>Tommy Heavenly6- Hey My Friend</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Tommy Heavenly6- Hey My Friend</media:title>
  <lj:mood>nervous</lj:mood>
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