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  <title>Rescue me b♥by, I'm yours...</title>
  <subtitle>newssuki desu</subtitle>
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    <name>newssuki desu</name>
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  <updated>2009-05-01T14:31:26Z</updated>
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    <title>[scans] Kami no Shizuku PhotoBook ~ Kamenashi Kazuya~</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T09:56:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-08T05:40:14Z</updated>
    <category term="scans : kns photobook"/>
    <content type="html">I was very excited when Kino texted me last night, informing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINOKUNIYA JBD:&lt;br /&gt;Dear customer your Japanese Photobook been arrived,&lt;br /&gt;pls come to collect. order number XXXX1234.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolly* *rolly* *rolly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut to alter the not-nice egde that my scanner did, &lt;br /&gt;but it's very HQ so don't worry ^^&lt;br /&gt;these scans I renamed according to each page the book has.&lt;br /&gt;believe me, it's original. w-well I bought it of course x(^0^)x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: 亀梨和也主演「神の雫」Photo Book&lt;br /&gt;Photobook size: B5&lt;br /&gt;Quality: Very high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further info? visit &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_jone_records' lj:user='jone_records' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/jone_records/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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/jone_records/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jone_records&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Preview (click for larger view):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/scans/KNS-2009-03-03-frontcover.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="208" border="0" width="150" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/scans/KNS-2009-03-03-frontcover.jpg" alt="KnS Photobook" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/screencaps/KNSPhotobook-030309-snapshot1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="338" border="0" width="600" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/screencaps/KNSPhotobook-030309-snapshot1.jpg" alt="KnS Photobook" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/screencaps/KNSPhotobook-030309-snapshot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="376" border="0" width="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/screencaps/KNSPhotobook-030309-snapshot2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/screencaps/KNSPhotobook-030309-snapshot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="94" border="0" width="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/screencaps/KNSPhotobook-030309-snapshot3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scans size : 2400 x 3400++ pixel (each)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Postcard:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/scans/KNS-2009-03-03-pg114.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="219" border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/scans/KNS-2009-03-03-pg114.jpg" witdh="150" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postcard size: 2300 x 3357 pixel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Download &lt;/u&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MF(rar) - 1.29g&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?4j10znjz0mn"&gt;001&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gyxyyrjk2km"&gt;002&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yykjl2of5m2"&gt;003&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nw2zjn05wwi"&gt;004&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gnmzogtgodz"&gt;005&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fyjnj1ynvjw"&gt;006&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?glma2jwugyw"&gt;007&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yzmmommlzjo"&gt;008&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zivznnxio31"&gt;009&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nmnft0lmmyk"&gt;010&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?yyrqgd2lgyt"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;011&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/56706670622c6dc4/"&gt;ZS&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/63b5a6e6"&gt;SB&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tmovgdnhel1"&gt;012&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hdamkmizm2y"&gt;013&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?h1jynyadz0j"&gt;014&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reminder&lt;/u&gt;: Please use HJSplit to join all the files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: if any of these links don't work again, let me know by commenting here. TQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna MU links? &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/jone_records/315324.html"&gt;check here&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_jone_records' lj:user='jone_records' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/jone_records/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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/jone_records/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jone_records&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Comment if taking. I'm VERY TIRED of scanning the WHOLE PAGES lol -need sleep now-&lt;br /&gt;+ Credit&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_newssuki' lj:user='newssuki' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://newssuki.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://newssuki.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;newssuki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; or&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_jone_records' lj:user='jone_records' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/jone_records/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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/jone_records/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jone_records&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; when resharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] The One Prophecy - Chapter 2 b</title>
    <published>2009-03-01T09:20:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-01T14:31:26Z</updated>
    <category term="fic: ryoda"/>
    <category term="fic: akame"/>
    <category term="the one prophecy"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: The One Prophecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing&lt;/strong&gt;: Akame, Ryoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Characters&lt;/strong&gt;: Nakamaru Yuichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: Romance, Drama, Humor, Horror&lt;br /&gt;Beta: &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_scarlet_angel03' lj:user='scarlet_angel03' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://scarlet-angel03.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://scarlet-angel03.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;scarlet_angel03&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: Ueda Tatsuya and Nakamaru Yuichi was college best friend. One day, Tatsuya followed Nakamaru on a holiday to France. Before going, Nakamaru persuaded Tatsuya to have a tarot reading at a carnival fair, asking if any chance they will meet the right guy happened to cross their fate.&amp;nbsp; Haunted by mysterious prophecy, Tatsuya regretted coming at first place&amp;hellip; sometimes love can be a pain in the neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="a strange night.."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2 b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Such a strange night indeed. The funny thing was he didn&amp;rsquo;t even feel the pain behind his head, only a matter of dizziness and head spinning back then. He didn&amp;rsquo;t feel awful although the knocking did curved a slightly swelling shape at the area he had banged. In addition to that, he actually had seen a weird vision in the middle of his being unconscious and was saved like an angel by the arms of a stranger. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; No. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It was two people when Tatsuya corrected his count but he didn&amp;rsquo;t prefer the second one. The other man seemed too pushy, too easygoing and less gentle compared to the first one. The first guy was sexily daring, a bit playful though sometimes he couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand him but whenever Tatsuya gazed over his dark eyes, his heart, body and mind were swamped in a mixture of emotions he couldn&amp;rsquo;t describe about the man, just simply hard to predict and assume. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It wasn't so bad for the first day of his adventure in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Perhaps, he began to enjoy this kind of unpredictable moments meeting new people to set up his mood for seeing a different world. Little did he agreed, he sensed something unusual was rippling around the air at the bar just now. Like a source of mysterious power was watching his moves, voicing out to him through whispers only his ears could hear and after split seconds it was long gone and disappeared. The echoed voice slowly faded from his head and returned to the nowhere he known of; his blurry vision of the tall dark haired creature with two sharp fangs dripped with blood shown on his teeth seemed to fade as well when awareness slowly crept back to his senses, and his feet was back on the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back to the reality&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Oh God! He is so gorgeous! I knew they will look that. For heaven&amp;rsquo;s sake, I wish that I could meet him again&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru plopped his body on the left bed which his best friend already taken the one located near the window; his hand crossed and beamed hard upon his chest, his face dipped in romance looking as if someone has taken his heart away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Puzzlement took Tatsuya to burst out at the view once he finished tidied up his clothes to pyjamas and asked, &amp;ldquo;Who?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Vam-pi-re&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru mouthed the words.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;There is no such thing as vampire. You&amp;rsquo;re just imagining it. Stop seeing things that do not exist, Nakamaru!&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;No, I really saw him! He was just right in front of you&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; His friend snickered with his both hands picturing the scene.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;And who could that be?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya asked, ever curious.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;The one who assist you to get up&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Ohh,&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya breathed, &amp;ldquo;the jerk one?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Why is it so hard to believe?&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru frowned because every time he brought up the issue, his friend would flare up like mad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tatsuya raised an eyebrow and shrugged, &amp;ldquo;I warn you. Not another word of it, else I would kick you out the room tonight! Lord, save your mercy!&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Nakamaru giggled and sing-song the &amp;lsquo;Vampire&amp;rsquo; words as he went on to pick up the bet. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;You really never stop, huh?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya threw a pair of medium size pillow but Nakamaru managed to catch them in time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tatsuya got himself a pack of ice bag and bent onto the swelling area. &amp;ldquo;How&amp;rsquo;s your head? Is that bad?&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru was sitting up, looking at his friend who was already lying down to sleep. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m far from dying if that&amp;rsquo;s what you mean.&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya snorted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Luckily, someone is saved by the arms of gorgeous men. I hate you&amp;hellip; You always get the best remedy.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not. You make me sound like I was throwing up myself to them. Not in any years!&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Well &lt;i&gt;demoiselle&lt;/i&gt;, at least you&amp;rsquo;re alive!&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m absolutely fine. Light out the lamp and go to sleep. Good night!&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Seriously, I think he is The One that the old woman told us. I can feel it, Tat-chan.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Nakamaru if you don&amp;rsquo;t shut your mouth, I&amp;rsquo;ll&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;&amp;mdash;Okay, okay. I&amp;rsquo;ll sleep now!&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It only made sense if Tatsuya was aware that he has been watched by someone or rather an unknown creature. He saw things, and he knew they&amp;rsquo;re not real&amp;hellip; they&amp;rsquo;re just his imagination, but he could not stop seeing them. He knew it&amp;rsquo;s his head and stuff but what could possibly the creature wanted from him that his vision about The One kept on bumping into one person. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The guitarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think we need to perform a top secret investigation. It&amp;rsquo;s getting mischievous you know. What if The One sends a spy to check on you? It could be another vampire, let&amp;rsquo;s assume the previous man was actually his right hand man.&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru began to work out his sensible thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nakamaru, it&amp;rsquo;s getting late. I&amp;rsquo;m tired. Let&amp;rsquo;s just sleep, okay?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya mumbled under his blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;B-but&amp;mdash;&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru wanted to reason but Tatsuya cut him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t believe any of those things. If I ever wanted a lover, I&amp;rsquo;ll seek it myself. Those Tarot readings are only a general-based guide. It&amp;rsquo;s actually leading you to a point where you can start the first move. It&amp;rsquo;s not totally true but not totally wrong either. Whatever it is, it&amp;rsquo;s only read the theory. Experience is what makes the thing seems logical.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was a deep silence. Tatsuya squinted his eyes when Nakamaru didn&amp;rsquo;t response to his call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you already sleeping?&amp;rdquo; he asked but nothing came. &amp;ldquo;Nakamaru?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know why you said like that. You have eyes on the guitarist, haven&amp;rsquo;t you?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;WHAT!&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe his ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t deny it, I sense it from the start you bump into him.&amp;rdquo; The young man pointed out his remark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ha?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya seemed puzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Never mind. We don&amp;rsquo;t know the truth yet. So he can be in our top secret investigation suspect!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatsuya chuckled. &amp;ldquo;What is this? FBI? You think it&amp;rsquo;s funny?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Silence came again. Tatsuya moved his body to the other side. &amp;ldquo;Nakamaru?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the last thing he heard, it was his friend&amp;rsquo;s snore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; +.+.+.+.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A shaft of summer sunlight poured through the window. Kazuya moved his muscle, stretching his hands upright then rolled over his body and beamed his face on the pillow. A surge of annoyance filled him up as the clock made the tickling sound at the early morning. Hissing and shrugging on his own, he sat up straight lazily. With his eyes closed, he caught the strong scent of cooked food from the window; it was so good that his nostril went high and the taste of it made his mouth waters.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Then came another scent mixing in the air; it was the scent of a garden drifting from the lilies he could tell. He closed his eyes to savour the smell a lot like cloves and cinnamon, the sting of the smell brought him to recall the smell of a stranger he bumped last night. The air around him smelled like fresh flowers. His stage presence burst out the glowing aura of quiet power and confidence that seemed to captivate and turned every eyes on the stranger; great waves of passion overflowing through the veins making the skin tingle and driving them insane. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He remembered it well. The night before, when he was about to vomit near the drain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kazuya felt a vague sense of warmth and comfort fill him as the stranger rubbed his back and muttered, &amp;ldquo;There you go. Just throw up if you feel like it. Don&amp;rsquo;t hold back.&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The man he barely knew spoke a substance of concerns and worries. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t see his face as the dark shadowed him from the light and he kept on sweating and vomiting near the drain.&amp;nbsp;His brain had gone mad, fuzzy in the background and the last thing he remembered only a glimpse of the man&amp;rsquo;s back walking like a whoosh of dramatically elegant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Previous&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/16929.html"&gt;Chapter 2 a&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;strong&gt;Next&lt;/strong&gt;: Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] The One Prophecy - Chapter 2 a</title>
    <published>2009-02-26T09:47:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-01T14:01:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: The One Prophecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing&lt;/strong&gt;: Akame, Ryoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Characters&lt;/strong&gt;: Nakamaru Yuichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: Romance, Drama, Humor, Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_scarlet_angel03' lj:user='scarlet_angel03' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://scarlet-angel03.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://scarlet-angel03.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;scarlet_angel03&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: PG-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: Ueda Tatsuya and Nakamaru Yuichi was college best friend. One day, Tatsuya followed Nakamaru on a holiday to France. Before going, Nakamaru persuaded Tatsuya to have a tarot reading at a carnival fair, asking if any chance they will meet the right guy happened to cross their fate.&amp;nbsp; Haunted by mysterious prophecy, Tatsuya regretted coming at first place&amp;hellip; sometimes love can be a pain in the neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="who is The One?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2 a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;His vision turned dark and blurry but he smelled the freshness of the air and heard the sound of whistling leaves. The presence around the dark space giving him an instinct he might probably was in an unidentified dark wood. Suddenly, the winds rose to an unbearable volume of shrieking making the leaves whistle louder and then a sight of a dark haired man, who was wearing black long coats covering his blue-black V-neck shirt with his long pant on, made a tall flying from trees to trees, caught his gaze to a torment of fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He had come&lt;/i&gt;. The voice echoed in sudden. His mind was screaming out demands, warning and confusion, searching for an answer to what has happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He watched the creature targeting and running in a speed of lightning to catch his prey as the moon went straight above his head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh my god! He was feeding!&lt;/i&gt; His saliva squeaked deep in his throat tried to clear his mouth, his eyes widened in horror as the man licked the red juice dripping from his white fangs. Certainly, it was the taste of the blood. He silently watched from behind, closing his mouth but the smell of the blood caused him to make the sound of small choke and cough. The man stopped from sucking his prey and slightly turned around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh no! Did he see me?&lt;/i&gt; He was worried to death. He tried to escape but his body seemed to stiff even more. Perhaps his shock wasn&amp;rsquo;t cooled down yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The man stepped closer and left his prey behind. &lt;i&gt;Beloved, are you really here? I was waiting for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He shook his head tremendously and was frightened as if he couldn&amp;rsquo;t feel his legs moving. It was too much for him. No matter what, he needed to get away from this creepy place before he was targeted as the man&amp;rsquo;s next prey. He was struggling when his body was pushed to the man with a single command from his spell and Tatsuya wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure if he would die tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, hey, it&amp;rsquo;s okay. I&amp;rsquo;m here.&amp;rdquo; Another voice reacted to his scream. Tatsuya felt a warm hand holding him with a gentle touch and convinced him that he was safe in his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey beautiful, are you alright? You look like a million miles away&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; A sweet gentle voice muttered again above him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Ouch my head...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatsuya shook his head to clear the remnant of the blurry vision&amp;hellip; of an unknown strange voice to be exact; slowly cracking his eyes open to see a handsome young man holding his palm, pulling a pleasant smile while kneeing beside him, utterly relieved when Tatsuya managed to wake up from the faint. And their gaze glued again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No. Don&amp;rsquo;t tell me he is that vamp&amp;mdash; is he? Wait! No such thing calls vampire. Am I already turning mad? But the vision seems blurred. It can&amp;rsquo;t be him&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The dark haired man, whom Tatsuya noticed it was the guitarist, gave him a worried expression when he didn&amp;rsquo;t responded to his inquiries. He looked masculine, elegant, arrogant, and so sexy. And Tatsuya assured his dark eyes were burning with desire, enough to restore his unawakened lust from deep slumber. Furthermore, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t quite sure why he felt so safe and secure though he barely knew the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not long after that, Nakamaru and Kazuya ran through the standing crowd as they noticed it was their friend who collapsed on the floor and so Tatsuya shyly averted his eyes from the dark haired man, removing his hand from the hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tat-chan! Are you okay? What happened?&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru squished near and helped his best friend to sit up. Kazuya handed him a glass of water but he pulled it away with a shaky hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, I&amp;rsquo;m really fine. Just spaced out there for a few minutes. I guess I can&amp;rsquo;t swallow anymore drink for tonight. Sorry to cause you worry.&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru and Kazuya shot a worried look over their friend, but the fallen man convinced everyone who happened to view the embarrassing incident that he was okay and no injuries were taken place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The guitarist muttered &amp;lsquo;Sorry&amp;rsquo; for accidentally bumping into him but Tatsuya quickly cut him, &amp;ldquo;No. It-it&amp;rsquo;s alright. It&amp;rsquo;s my fault not to look where I was heading.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The guitarist pulled a calm still look at him, a handsome smirk illustrated on his face when he saw Tatsuya kept averting his eyes as his dark eyes continued to stare, wanting to assure his recovering state. Then to his surprising expectation, the dark haired guy leaned in close and whispered to his ears which caused both of his friends to drop their jaws shockingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look carefully where you&amp;rsquo;re going. I might not be able to save you next time, beautiful&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; and left him stiffened on the floor then strolled back to the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He left me just like that? Idiot! You should get me stand up first&lt;/i&gt;. He yelled in his head. But somewhere deep within him, he was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The band continued to perform another song and the rest of the crowd remained to their earlier state. They were cheering and dancing on the dance floor, while Nakamaru and Kazuya threw giggles while teasing their fallen friend who was turned into reddish pink all over his face. Perhaps he was too embarrassed to stand up after the incident, but what the most embarrassed thing was when a stranger dared to blow a seducing whisper into his ears, and planting sweet talks at him! At that moment, he felt his anger burning inside him but at one point his excitement raised higher to the extent that he might have already fallen for the guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No! Don&amp;rsquo;t joke about that, Tatsuya. Stop dreaming and get up! &lt;/i&gt;He warned himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatsuya collected his breathing for a while. He was still in dizzy a bit but he didn&amp;rsquo;t want to cause any trouble for his friends, and slowly got up with all his might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The room spun into the swirl of confusion as the image of another handsome dark haired seemed a bit taller than the other one, burst into the crowd which caused Tatsuya to turn his head in fascination. He was in black outfit; his features shadowed, and outlined against the night gently walking to the crowd and ended standing in front him. The handsome man offered him a hand, but Tatsuya didn&amp;rsquo;t refuse his help and got up like a Cinderella style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It happened in a nick of time before he realized he was already standing close to another stranger&amp;rsquo;s arms. &amp;ldquo;Are you alright? You look dizzy,&amp;rdquo; The tall man asked in concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I-I&amp;rsquo;m just fine. Maybe&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; He trembled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nakamaru nudged his other friend, the brown haired guy, grinning in excitement. &amp;ldquo;I think he&amp;rsquo;s The One.&amp;rdquo; He whispered softly to the ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kazuya looked puzzle trying to understand the whole situation and muttered, &amp;ldquo;Huh? What are you talking about?&amp;rdquo; but Nakamaru signalled him to ask later about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you want me to drive you home?&amp;rdquo; The man turned to look at the two young men who were standing near him. He assumed those two might be the little one&amp;rsquo;s friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, I&amp;rsquo;m totally fine. I can walk!&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya exclaimed and loosened the grip then stepped back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks anyway.&amp;rdquo; He added before walking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think so! You don&amp;rsquo;t look so well.&amp;rdquo; The stranger grabbed his arms causing him to jerk back a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatsuya cocked an irritating look and broke his arms free. &amp;ldquo;Listen, I&amp;rsquo;m totally fine. Second, I don&amp;rsquo;t know you so I don&amp;rsquo;t trust you. Third, my friends are with me now. If anything goes wrong, I trust them better than you!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, you&amp;rsquo;re such a hard type to handle.&amp;rdquo; He smirked. Tatsuya frowned, feeling disappointed. How can he easily take a stranger&amp;rsquo;s offer just like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yup, I agree! He&amp;rsquo;s very stubborn sometimes.&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru added, interrupting in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatsuya threw a death glare to his best friend, while Kazuya pretended he didn&amp;rsquo;t hear anything. &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re one to talk stranger. Don&amp;rsquo;t conclude anything if you don&amp;rsquo;t know me. By the way, thanks for your help!&amp;rdquo; he dashed out from the area and walked up to the stairs. The tall man watched the three of them leaving the bar and he wandered to the empty table to spend the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s wrong if he wanted to drive you home? At least, we don&amp;rsquo;t need to pay the taxi. Money saving.&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru calculated the logic in his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;But Nakamaru&amp;hellip; How can we trust a stranger? Maybe he is acting kindly back there but you don&amp;rsquo;t know his real intention. Can be dangerous too!&amp;rdquo; Kazuya snapped back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatsuya nodded in agreement. &amp;ldquo;See, Kazuya understands better than you though we only know each other about 2 hours. I think I need to add you into the stranger list instead!&amp;rdquo; he wickedly joked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What! That&amp;rsquo;s not fair. You can&amp;rsquo;t do this to me!&amp;rdquo; he yelled but his two friends just laughed at his childish response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;After passing by certain buildings, Kazuya bid farewell as he has other things to catch up. Both Nakamaru and Tatsuya exchanged their numbers with him before the brown haired guy took his leave, walking his way up to the east side, probably going to another bar. They tried to stop a taxi but all of the taxis were full with passengers. Luckily for their peace of mind, they managed to get a taxi at the street which located a few metres at the west from where Kazuya left them and went straight to the hotel for a comfortable nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Previous&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/16730.html"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;strong&gt;Next&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/17157.html"&gt;Chapter 2 b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] The One Prophecy - Chapter 1</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T20:25:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-01T14:18:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: The One Prophecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing&lt;/strong&gt;: Akame, Ryoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Characters&lt;/strong&gt;: Nakamaru Yuichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: Romance, Drama, Humor, Horror&lt;br /&gt;Beta: &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_scarlet_angel03' lj:user='scarlet_angel03' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://scarlet-angel03.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://scarlet-angel03.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;scarlet_angel03&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: Ueda Tatsuya and Nakamaru Yuichi was college best friend. One day, Tatsuya followed Nakamaru on a holiday to France. Before going, Nakamaru persuaded Tatsuya to have a tarot reading at a carnival fair, asking if any chance they will meet the right guy happened to cross their fate.&amp;nbsp; Haunted by mysterious prophecy, Tatsuya regretted coming at first place&amp;hellip; sometimes love can be a pain in the neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="the child of darkness.."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Nakamaru rustled through the guidebook for information on the ones that were open to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;public, leaving his best friend tugging out the luggage from the taxi and paid the fare. &amp;ldquo;So any luck?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya asked, squishing nearer to his best friend and looking at the opened page.&lt;/span&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think we better sneak up to the hotel first. After lunch, we can explore the town the whole day.&amp;rdquo; The short haired guy suggested. Tatsuya nodded in agreement and followed behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Nakamaru won a ticket to fly to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; a week ago after participating in the Save-The-Earth Day drawing competition under his company&amp;rsquo;s event. Thinking it was sadden to have fun alone, he persuaded Tatsuya Ueda, his five years college best friend where they together studied at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Waseda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, who happened to spend his 7-days accumulated holidays that was due until the end of the year over the week. Though Tatsuya was reluctant to go at first, wondering the expenses he was going to pay, Nakamaru assured him that all the expenses including the hotel, travel expense and breakfast treat were enclosed inside the special package he won. Instead of rejecting the offer, Tatsuya had a little thoughts of himself wondering if he should go with his friend. Perhaps, it was a worth decision for him to spend the holidays in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Maybe he needed a fresh air in a new environment to relax his mind. After all, he just wanted to get away from his busy days.&lt;/span&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tatsuya breathed in the sweet fragrance of the hotel&amp;rsquo;s flower garden downstairs from the balcony, looking at the children running around the small playground made for them, with their parents watched over them carefully. On the north up hill side, he could see a few young couples holding hands, blowing sweet kisses to one another and walking through the garden path happily. There was so much warmth wrapped around the ambience when everyone was smiling, forgetting their troubled hard days for a while. He huffed a disappointed sigh. Why did he feel so restless when he is supposed to have fun on his vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; he could feel a hand grabbing firmly on his shoulder and he knew his best friend was making a worried face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you okay? Feeling tired?&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru asked, concerned about his dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not tired. It&amp;rsquo;s just&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo; he paused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Nakamaru narrowed his eyes because he knew the reason his friend was so uptight. &amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s no good for you. Just forget him. We&amp;rsquo;re in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; now. There are a lot of eligible bachelors who want to date you! You have the pretty look, very kind hearted, such a caring person and sometimes stubborn&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; he strengthened at the last word clearly and one punch hit his right arm. And the atmosphere turned into chuckling and giggling moments.&lt;/span&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh yes! You&amp;rsquo;ll meet The One on our vacation! Just relax and watch what&amp;rsquo;s coming. Perhaps you&amp;rsquo;ll meet a gorgeous handsome man alive!&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru grinned at his friend but the other guy was only glaring in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can you stop with this ridiculous prophecy? I&amp;rsquo;m tired of hearing it since we boarded the plane a few hours ago. You&amp;rsquo;re so delusional and obsessed about an inexistent creature that so happened to cross my path and be my fated lover? Can you narrate any more fictional than that?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya grabbed his jacket and walked to the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;W-well&amp;hellip; Vampire is such an interesting creature. They have beautiful skins, good looking, nice smell wrapped around them, and&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;mdash;scary dark eyes with sharp fangs enough to suck my blood in the middle of the night? What a terrifying life to live in!&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya made a notification on the fact that vampire won&amp;rsquo;t do any good to human if they kept killing and sucking human&amp;rsquo;s blood every day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes you&amp;rsquo;re right. They don&amp;rsquo;t normally live like human does.&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya heaved a relief. At last, his friend finally agreed on the fact that vampire should stay the way they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think you just need to live as a vampire way of life to live your life normally.&amp;rdquo; His friend went on, causing him to flare his anger up to the red zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nakamaru Yuichi! Are you done? Because I need to lock up our room or should I lock you up inside instead?&amp;rdquo; He smiled wickedly at the other guy and flashing the keys around his fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uh, y-yes&amp;hellip; I think we better get going.&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru stuttered and quickly made his way out of the room. They took the lift down and exited at the hotel entrance before taking the public transport for sightseeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Referring the guidebook they bought at the airport didn&amp;rsquo;t help them any further as the language used was French. Both of them only remembered a few chapters they learnt in the French class and couldn&amp;rsquo;t follow the ascent the citizen spoke when they tried to gather more information about the place they wanted to visit. Night was approaching and soon they needed to sit down and collected their breathing back to normal. Feeling tired hustling around the place; they stopped at the nearby fancy bar and sat for a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tatsuya watched his friend skipping down the stairs, hoping he won&amp;rsquo;t break any leg or neck as he went along. He peeked around the bars as he didn&amp;rsquo;t quite know what place he had taken a picture of as the bar&amp;rsquo;s owner greeted them proudly saying that his bar was one of the famous bar in the city, but the sight that met his eyes wasn&amp;rsquo;t fit in. He would imagine people wearing simple clothing such as sweater and jeans, but the people here were more into stunning, out glowing image with their best tuxedo and hat, giving an outstanding atmosphere of rich elite parties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;As he went inside the big room, there were two dancers dancing by the pole while some of the men watching. He saw cabaret style of bar setting, disco light was everywhere on the ceiling but some parts of the area were set in darkness. A vigorous wave caught his attention when Nakamaru actually found a free seating but there was one guy drinking on the table alone. &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t tell me we&amp;rsquo;re going to sit with a stranger,&amp;rdquo; he complained, making his way to the table fast as Nakamaru started to create others attention by shouting his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come on! Let&amp;rsquo;s have a seat here.&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru pushed the red haired guy down and turned to his left to face the stranger who was comfortably sitting in front them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi, I&amp;rsquo;m Nakamaru! This is Tatsuya, my friend. Nice to meet you.&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya shook his head in disbelief when Nakamaru tried to introduce themselves to the stranger ,who seemed to look more feminine than he was, with pretty face, thin soft lips, small eyes, steep eyebrows, brown curly hair with edgy cut, quietly looking at them and mopping up the vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Call me, Kazuya. Nice to meet you too!&amp;rdquo; The stranger formed a friendly smile as he ended his self introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, what brings you here?&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nothing, just drinking alone and have fun.&amp;rdquo; He spoke in a language their ancestors often used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you Japanese?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya doubted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, I am. But I was raised outside the country. People often say, I have the Japanese face but my upbringing doesn&amp;rsquo;t look like I was coming from my origin country.&amp;rdquo; Kazuya made a small laugh but Tatsuya didn&amp;rsquo;t find it funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So&amp;hellip; do you always come here?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya asked again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;The young man twirled his fingers inside the glass, gulped the vodka before replying, &amp;ldquo;No. I prefer the east side better than this bar. But like I said, I want to drink and have fun. So here I am.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I bet you must be so rich for travelling here often!&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru remarked but the other guy couldn&amp;rsquo;t stop chuckling when he heard it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nakamaru! It&amp;rsquo;s not right to dig information on other people&amp;rsquo;s well being!&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya smacked his friend head, causing the latter to moan in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, don&amp;rsquo;t get me wrong. First of all, I am on a vacation same like you guys. The difference is, I already travelled to a lot of countries including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. But, I&amp;rsquo;m just an ordinary guy living a normal life by working as a dance choreographer at the private institute in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&amp;rdquo; Kazuya put a halt to his explanation when he saw both of his new found friends dropping their jaw wide as he went on.&lt;/span&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh man! I seriously thought you&amp;rsquo;re someone from here! I didn&amp;rsquo;t know you&amp;rsquo;re American!&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru rubbed his back head and laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You just need to ask the right question; not digging into someone else&amp;rsquo;s self secret.&amp;rdquo; Kazuya threw a wicked grin and continued to savour his vodka more. Feeling a little embarrassed, Nakamaru raised his hand to call the waiter, while Tatsuya was being all quiet and hiding. After they made an order, Nakamaru excused himself to go to the toilet and both gentlemen nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Kazuya noticed an awkward position between him and the red haired guy. Finishing the vodka in the glass, he cleared his throat and nervously started the conversation to loosen up the tension between them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you hate me?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya widened his gaze when the other guy threw the question at him straight to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Instead of being silent, he shook his head weak and replied, &amp;ldquo;You did nothing wrong.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;m just not used to meet and talk freely to strangers. No offence.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Kazuya hiked his chin up and down, understanding the other guy&amp;rsquo;s awkwardness and sent him a pleasant smile. &amp;ldquo;Hmm, you must be the hard type to get close to&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; He heartily guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tatsuya met his eyes, narrowed a little bit but somehow he felt the man sitting in front him wasn&amp;rsquo;t that stranger to him though it was the first time they met. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t put quite a finger into it, but he felt the other guy evidently reading what remained to his mind. Their conversation was interrupted by a waiter who came to send their drinks and flew away to another table to send the remained glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;How do you know we&amp;rsquo;re on a vacation? Did we ring you any obviousness?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya asked, ever curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;The young man cackled and sipped another glass he ordered earlier. &amp;ldquo;Since you walked down the stairs, looking at how both of you behave, I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure you guys were lost from touring a place and decided for a break. Furthermore, both of you don&amp;rsquo;t look like someone from here too.&amp;rdquo; He told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You eyed on us?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya shrieked, sounded uncomfortable at the statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;When you&amp;rsquo;re inside this bar, everyone watches everyone else. It&amp;rsquo;s just a fascinating view to peek around and doing nothing about it.&amp;rdquo; The young man added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Soon after, Nakamaru was back on his seat. The three of them kept talking about their lives and Tatsuya began to know the other guy, who seemed mysterious to him more. Later, a moment of laughter broke the awkward atmosphere and they were enjoying their drinks even more with further stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tatsuya ignored both of them who kept telling jokes as he couldn&amp;rsquo;t stop laughing as well, his eyes darting around the room glancing frequently near the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;He is coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; A voice whispered in his head. He blinked at the image in his mind turned mist and evaporated. He looked between Nakamaru and Kazuya. Suddenly, his head kept spinning around and the voice didn&amp;rsquo;t stop whispering to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;He will come to you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; The voice spoke between his unconscious states. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who&amp;rsquo;s coming?&amp;rdquo; He yelled to himself but his two friends heard him and shouting as a group of men was walking to the stage, &amp;ldquo;The band is going to perform soon!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;He winced to the right and palmed his forehead. Something in the air seemed strange to him as if something was flying above the mountain as he directed his gaze over the window. Then he saw a refined man sauntered firmly among the crowd and flicked a screening eye before grabbing his guitar at the corner of the stage. Tatsuya heard a group of band performed on the stage while his two friends jumped up from their seat to enjoy the atmosphere, but he stayed behind, muttering in pain. Perhaps he drank too much for the night. He looked up and saw the man and suddenly their gazes were glued for a moment. His dark eyes never left his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Beloved&amp;hellip; Are you alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; This time, the voice seemed vividly to his deaf ears as the music kept playing louder and louder. He grabbed a glass of water and choked back a swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;The room become hot and noisy as the handsome dark haired guitarist stepped out from the stage and grabbed the bar&amp;rsquo;s attention. Some of them were screaming madly, dancing at the front stage while others remained seated and cheering from their seat tired enough to stand among those fanatic people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tatsuya excused himself to go to the toilet, leaving his two friends dancing and he made a fast move until he realized the guitarist was crossing his way and they bumped into each other. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he muttered &amp;lsquo;Sorry&amp;rsquo; and went on but his body did otherwise. He stood still and frozen like a piece of meat as the guitarist leaned closer to get his attention. The sharp gaze beneath his dark eyes was enough to drug him into fantasy world, an electric wave rushed through his adrenalin making his heartbeat racing vigorously, shaking his body to melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Vampire&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; The voice whispered again in his head. Tatsuya jumped back he knocked the pole less three steps behind him and grabbing a few chairs near him. One last thing he knew, he was already lying on the floor and the blackness overpowered him as he slowly fainted into sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tat-chan!&amp;rdquo; came a shrieked scream but he couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Previous&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/16482.html"&gt;Prologue &lt;/a&gt;| &lt;strong&gt;Next&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/16929.html"&gt;Chapter 2 a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] The One Prophecy - Prologue</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T16:35:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-01T14:29:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: The One Prophecy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing&lt;/strong&gt;: Akame, Ryoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Characters&lt;/strong&gt;: Nakamaru Yuichi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: Romance, Drama, Humor, Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_scarlet_angel03' lj:user='scarlet_angel03' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://scarlet-angel03.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://scarlet-angel03.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;scarlet_angel03&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: PG-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: Ueda Tatsuya and Nakamaru Yuichi was college best friend. One day, Tatsuya followed Nakamaru on a holiday to France. Before going, Nakamaru persuaded Tatsuya to have a tarot reading at a carnival fair, asking if any chance they will meet the right guy happened to cross their fate.&amp;nbsp; Haunted by mysterious prophecy, Tatsuya regretted coming at first place&amp;hellip; sometimes love can be a pain in the neck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note&lt;/strong&gt;: I know this so random fic I wrote. Not going to promise you anything. Assume they&amp;rsquo;re gay, not interested in woman. Assume vampire exist and let&amp;rsquo;s enjoy reading blood sucking world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: This fiction is made for&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hanny2luv' lj:user='hanny2luv' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hanny2luv.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://hanny2luv.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hanny2luv&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_allboutp' lj:user='allboutp' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://allboutp.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://allboutp.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;allboutp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for their birthday present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Prologue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A gentle breeze swept through the small tent, Tatsuya cracked his left eyebrow, rubbing his arms massively and gazing at the person in front of him mumbling certain indistinguishable words with her hand was circling on top of the crystal ball with eyes closed and his thought already made a warning to walk out from the creepy place at once. But he was hesitated and his body stiffened as if he was enchanted by wicked spell not to run away. After all his best friend who was eagerly pushed them to visit the Tarot Reading booth at the first place and after thousands of arguing, his feet already stepped inside the tent before he realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He was supposed to be making his mind open and responsive and spent a few moments following the old woman doing a spot of breathing and humming but he stopped as she screamed in sudden with her hand waving into the air and lowered her voice to humming once again. Tatsuya clenched his shirt, palming his chest to hear his rapid heartbeat. Perhaps he wasn&amp;rsquo;t expected that Tarot Reading could be this creepy and yet so weird to experience. The old woman made a deep cough, signalling Tatsuya to focus on the humming and he quickly did so. He cracked an eye to his right, wondering if Nakamaru felt the same way too. But his best friend was more like a person who secluded himself for religious reasons or acquiring magical power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatsuya sent a worried glance to Nakamaru, then leaned close to the latter and whispered, &amp;ldquo;Love at first sight has been replaced by trick-taking French trump cards. Don&amp;rsquo;t you think she might read a lie to get some money to support her life? Let&amp;rsquo;s escape from this creepy place!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nakamaru cracked his eyes open as he realized his friend was making his way out and turned his glare up a notch while whispering a warning, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t you dare! I want to hear the reading&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp; Just be quiet and stay still! It could finish in any minutes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Tatsuya didn&amp;rsquo;t give a damn to Tarot Reading as he wasn&amp;rsquo;t believed to any of these enchanting words. He claimed that anybody could do any reading as long as they get to pay an amount of cash and they would satisfy their customer with a perfect lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ouch!&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya shrieked a soft moan as his friend pinched his right arm when he was about to stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shhh! You&amp;rsquo;re going to blow your chance to know your fated lover if you leave now.&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru batted his eyelashes and directed a smug smile. Tatsuya cornered him a narrow glare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You will regret someday, I know!&amp;rdquo; he went on before sat up straight again to concentrate on the final stage of reading the tarot card that has been put on the table at both sides. One side was for Nakamaru and the other side was for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The old woman&amp;rsquo;s hum took on a stridently tone when she noticed he wasn&amp;rsquo;t concentrate at the moment.&amp;nbsp; He blew a deep sigh and got back to his seat. Sometimes he didn&amp;rsquo;t know why he always following this tall, short haired guy who kept creating a scene when everything was running smooth and peace. Tatsuya shot a terrifying look when she called to the Goddess and swaying slightly from side to side as her hands rose higher to the air and spelling some magical words. Soon after, she bummed her palms on the table and finished her words with her scary eyes staring at him. He stunned aback and blinked tremendously, feeling so confused either to stop humming or proceeding to another step before the reading began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nakamaru formed an eager grin and winked at Tatsuya. &amp;ldquo;I told you it isn&amp;rsquo;t that long. You just need to have patience and faith a little bit,&amp;rdquo; he firmly said but Tatsuya threw a cold look at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The wind blew softly inside the tent creating a calm atmosphere but the old woman remained unspoken. Both of them looked guilty at one another when she stared in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, does this work to find The One which so-called our fated lover. I bet we pay you fairly for reading it to us.&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya spoke out his mind abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nakamaru widened his eyes and nudged his friend&amp;rsquo;s leg for flapping such a big mouth to say. &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t get him wrong. He isn&amp;rsquo;t just that patient type of person. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry for his rotten behaviour,&amp;rdquo; he guiltily reasoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I do not!&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya snapped, his expression was no longer demure. &amp;ldquo;I wasn&amp;rsquo;t&amp;mdash; Okay. Can you read it to us, please? We need to go back early because our flight tomorrow will be in early morning. Do you mind?&amp;rdquo; persuaded the young guy who seemed restless on his seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please&amp;hellip; We need this reading for our safety before we board the plane tomorrow!&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru pleaded, pouting his mouth innocently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Safety?&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya roared and looking unbelievable at his best friend. &amp;ldquo;Why are you so worried about? Let&amp;rsquo;s not hope for plane crashing, otherwise I&amp;rsquo;m not going!&amp;rdquo; he anxiously told while folding his arms upon his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nakamaru flashed his friend a warning stare. &amp;ldquo;What? I&amp;rsquo;m just kidding!&amp;rdquo; The red haired guy exclaimed. Something in the air between them thickened. Tatsuya immediately shut his mouth from saying too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Some people,&amp;rdquo; the old woman suddenly spoke without taking her gaze off both young men, &amp;ldquo;believe them to be a guide to their fate. It depends on the person who wants to change the environment using some other ways they believe,&amp;rdquo; and starting to pick the cards and began the reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I do!&amp;rdquo; Came a soft spontaneous response. Tatsuya stared at his friend of twenty-six years old. &amp;ldquo;I do but he does not!&amp;rdquo; His friend muttered loudly, but this time with confidence. He rolled his eyes in annoyance but didn&amp;rsquo;t mutter any words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Very well. Since you&amp;rsquo;re asking for fated lover and future happening, let&amp;rsquo;s focus on the reading, shall we?&amp;rdquo; The old woman grew a sheepish smile and arranged the cards into 5 picks, one was The Fool or so-called Joker and the other four were divided into four suits, the Spade, the Heart, the Diamond and the Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright&amp;hellip; Nakamaru Yuichi.&amp;rdquo; She called and laying the cards one by one on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes,&amp;rdquo; The short haired guy replied, waiting patiently for his reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You have a bright future but up to one par, you&amp;rsquo;ll slope down a bit. Your career will start to raise up after experiment the tough path of your life. You&amp;rsquo;ll not find your loved one during the vacation&amp;mdash;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not?&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru cut her short and frowned. Tatsuya shook his head and chuckled when his friend seemed to gloom into a heart broken face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You will but after the vacation. Trust your intuition to help you find the best way to approach The One. The person may welcome your help, or they may just want to be left alone for awhile. Both of you are fated to be together, just&amp;hellip; you need to be confident with your own feelings first!&amp;rdquo; She warned. Nakamaru just nodded and smiled happily after hearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The old woman shifted her seat to her right and faced the other guy who was sitting quiet and listening from the beginning. &amp;ldquo;Do you really want to hear yours?&amp;rdquo; she asked to confirm again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tatsuya averted his eyes from the old woman and bit his lips nervously, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck while deciding whether to hear some goddamn prophecy he was about to hear and might believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thinking he should continue so that they could go home early, he faced her with a weak nod and replied, &amp;ldquo;Just read it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But this time, the old woman didn&amp;rsquo;t react like the way she did with his friend. She didn&amp;rsquo;t smile but also didn&amp;rsquo;t form a scary face. Her face was still and cold but yet so calm. Tatsuya wondered if he shouldn&amp;rsquo;t hear the reading and now his feeling was fifty-fifty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t worry. It&amp;rsquo;s not bad as it sounds.&amp;rdquo; She firmly said. He furrowed, trying to understand what she meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A few seconds after, she craved a bright smile on her lips and began the reading. &amp;ldquo;The One will send shivers down to your spine with a dark cloak of intrigue wrapped around him. You&amp;rsquo;ll be captivated under his possession, making you fascinated and restless, folded into the air of mystery and adventure. Your blood thirst the desire he craved for you on the twisted paths, but The One won&amp;rsquo;t except anyone for his heart is yours.&amp;rdquo; She ended her reading and collected all the cards and put into the glass box. He was stilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ooohhh&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru breathed. &amp;ldquo;That was ugh&amp;hellip; deep! So deep!&amp;rdquo; He pointed out and turned to his left to meet his friend on the eye. His friend was seemed to shake by the reading. So he pinched hard to wake up the frozen body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ouch! That&amp;rsquo;s hurt!&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya rubbed his arms and attacked his friend with a hard nudge on the arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I thought you&amp;rsquo;re sent to Heaven and come back alive!&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru joked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;That was it? How about my career? Or&amp;mdash; or future life? You only talk about The One. Or perhaps you miss my other reading!&amp;rdquo; Tatsuya accused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The old woman shook her head and said, &amp;ldquo;Yours seem more unexpected.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both of them looked at one another in confused. &amp;ldquo;What do you mean &amp;ldquo;unexpected&amp;rdquo;?&amp;rdquo; he shrugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;That person whom you about to bound with, he is not human. He has the power of the darkness.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You mean he&amp;rsquo;s an evil person?&amp;rdquo; Nakamaru interrupted as he tried to guess the perfect answer to the forecast reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not sure of his intention but be careful. You must not be blinded by his unholy attraction. His soul is in despair. A child of darkness will cross your path but you must not be tempted to save his soul. Oh, wait! Another thing, his life is depend on you but not yours. Whatever decision you made, think it wisely and just be careful.&amp;rdquo; The old woman warned him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Well, that didn&amp;rsquo;t sound good. What on earth is child of darkness?&lt;/i&gt; Tatsuya wondered in his little confusing thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nakamaru swallowed hard as the image of something of its existence wasn&amp;rsquo;t live in the real world but more in the creepy ghost novel. His saliva squeaked deep in his throat. He then turned to his best friend who was looking more confused and stiffened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tat-chan. I think she was talking about V-A-M-P-I-R-E!&amp;rdquo; He pronounced the words one by one but never said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What the&amp;mdash; as far as I believe, that thing is never exist! Furthermore, I look forward into more real things than any fiction made. Don&amp;rsquo;t tell me, we&amp;rsquo;re going to be sucked on the neck and then there is a love at first sight? Ha! You must be joking!&amp;rdquo; He stormed, leaping up and left the tent by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nakamaru blinked at his friend leave and decided to follow. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry. He just had a bad day.&amp;rdquo; He explained, humbly bowing towards the old woman before taking the leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She looked at the young men with a cold stare and pulled another card from the box. She gazed at the diamond shape of the Queen cards and reading it softly, &amp;ldquo;You will be in danger but not danger, protected but not protected, but The One shall hold you firmly for he had given his heart to you but you might not fated as his Queen.&amp;rdquo; And then, she kept the card back to its place and watching the strong wind blew to the dry surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/16730.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>#new project : NEWS &amp; KAT-TUN fancomix</title>
    <published>2009-02-20T04:36:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-20T04:36:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">project status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEWS Family Story One page 1-4 DONE!&lt;/span&gt; move to page 5++.&lt;br /&gt;then I'll proceed with NEWS Family Story Two ~CAFE PRINCE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make KAT-TUN Family Story again.&lt;br /&gt;trying to come out with these themes...&lt;br /&gt;# picnic&lt;br /&gt;# vip room&lt;br /&gt;# 'kami no shizuku' touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably I might change the titles. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;just wait &amp;amp; see what I can come out with!&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[fancomic] NEWS Family Story One</title>
    <published>2009-02-20T03:57:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-20T03:57:04Z</updated>
    <category term="fancomix: news"/>
    <content type="html">Me&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_newssuki' lj:user='newssuki' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://newssuki.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://newssuki.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;newssuki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;/strong&gt;and my best gal&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hanny2luv' lj:user='hanny2luv' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hanny2luv.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://hanny2luv.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hanny2luv&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;presents our first time fancomix collab...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: NEWS Family Story One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group&lt;/strong&gt;: NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: Crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: NEWS family is planning to compete in &amp;quot;Ideal Date Plan&amp;quot; competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/fancomix/newsfamily-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/fancomix/newsfamily-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/fancomix/newsfamily-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/fancomix/newsfamily-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x(^0^)x &lt;br /&gt;-to be continued-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>[graphic] eleven akame icons</title>
    <published>2009-02-11T02:28:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-11T02:34:36Z</updated>
    <category term="icons: akame"/>
    <content type="html">Here are the AKAME icons I just made!&lt;br /&gt;size : 100 x 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_sporty.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_blue.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="10"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_ak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_ak2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_ak3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_sporty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_loveorlike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_crazylove1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_blue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_blue2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_blue3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/Icons/akame_4eva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO ICON&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ comment and credit me if you love my icons ~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newssuki:15408</id>
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    <title>#new project : NEWS fancomic</title>
    <published>2009-02-10T11:52:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-11T18:12:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh still doing it *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;to those who have seen my works...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you gonna love this.&lt;br /&gt;to the new readers...&lt;br /&gt;absolutely gonna be fun to read too x(^0^)x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project status : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page 1-2 DONE&lt;/span&gt;. move to page 3-4 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how long it gonna take, &lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll finish several pages and upload them soon!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, when I said NEWS~ &lt;br /&gt;it gonna be all six of the members. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newssuki:15298</id>
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    <title>[fanvid] As if we have a choice... - PiKame -</title>
    <published>2009-02-04T07:48:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-04T10:58:46Z</updated>
    <category term="fanvid: pikame"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: As if we have a choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast&lt;/strong&gt;: Yamashita Tomohisa, Kamenashi Kazuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme&lt;/strong&gt;: Angsty forbidden love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song&lt;/strong&gt;: Run by Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene Taken&lt;/strong&gt;: Kurosagi the Movie, Kami no Shizuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storyline&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamapi had it all, cash, bank's reserve, luxury condominium, elegant clothes, &lt;br /&gt;expensive brand-made watches, and all money can buy but not freedom, love &lt;br /&gt;and happiness. He once loved someone who was very dear to him, a pretty lovely &lt;br /&gt;person named Kame. But he couldn't forlong the love they shared. He needed to &lt;br /&gt;escape from the love. To fall apart from the destiny. To protect Kame from hurting &lt;br /&gt;too much. There was many things hidden and Kame didn't know all of it. He planned&lt;br /&gt; his own death and so that Kame would believe the grave the latter always visited was&lt;br /&gt;his! A hurtful lie that was so true to the eyes. He didn't really wanted to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;but... as if he has a choice, he wanted to save Kame the most out all of the options &lt;br /&gt;he had. Even if Kame couldn't hear his voice, he wished Kame would remember the &lt;br /&gt;loving days they spent together. He prayed Kame will move on, and so he could move&lt;br /&gt; on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last scene, Yamapi took his ways to the airport. Making it hard not to cry, and &lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to the beautiful dreams he had with Kame. A swindler is still a swindler. &lt;br /&gt;It was in his blood. And so he walked to the narrow dark path he didn't wished Kame &lt;br /&gt;to see him end in this way. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comment&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;*rants: dammit there shudn't be a woman there, oh b*tch! lolz nvd..*&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect to finish it by today. It's an okay for me. &lt;br /&gt;First time making a pikame fanvid. &lt;br /&gt;(no! it should be a short movie don't you think? =P) &lt;br /&gt;W-well I didn't put any wording there yet, please read the storyline FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand, I'll upload the video + wording soon *winks + tongue out* Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaser&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/screencaps/OPVAsIfWeHaveAChoice-Pikame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Download&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=MG5A63IL"&gt;MU&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3ztyzuti2x4"&gt;MF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Streaming&lt;/strong&gt;: Youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for supporting me. Dedicate this to all PiKame fans ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newssuki:14479</id>
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    <title>[Fancomic] KAT-TUN Family Story One</title>
    <published>2009-01-16T14:51:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-16T14:51:36Z</updated>
    <category term="fancomix: akame"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: KAT-TUN Family Story One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing&lt;/strong&gt;: Akame (Akanishi Jin/ Kamenashi Kazuya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: Crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: Wedding date's hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Note: Thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_futari_love' lj:user='futari_love' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://futari-love.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://futari-love.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;futari_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who letting me to turn &lt;a href="http://futari-love.livejournal.com/45874.html"&gt;her entry here&lt;/a&gt; into fancomix. I managed to finish it by today.&lt;br /&gt;Gomenne for taking it too long dear. Well I dedicate this to you since you always bring us akame news from time to time. Enjoy~ *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Page 1-3 (end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/fancomix/kattunfamily01.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/fancomix/kattunfamily02.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/fancomix/kattunfamily03.jpg" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-COMPLETE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newssuki:14106</id>
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    <title>[Fic] Scandalous Opponent - Win or Lose! : Chapter 1</title>
    <published>2009-01-13T00:04:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T03:34:01Z</updated>
    <category term="fic: pikame"/>
    <category term="scandalous opponent - win or lose"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: Scandalous Opponent &amp;ndash; Win or Lose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pairing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: Pikame (Yamashita Tomohisa/ Kamenashi Kazuya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Additional Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: Akanishi Jin, Nishikido Ryo, Shirota Yu [Pi&amp;rsquo;s Mabudachi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Genre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: Romance, Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;: It all started with a downfall stage of a successful young executive as he finally makes at the top of his game but later in its final stages, the project is dropped by a powerful man from the client company. Thus, the lives of a hardworking executive and the president&amp;rsquo;s son converge as the revenge takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The sky was grazed into few tones of colours; there were grey, orange and white cloud shades as he mindlessly stared outside the glass window. He found his own body lying against the soft cushion chair, a very comfortable place to relax nothing more to tell. His body seemed to get more tired these days but Kame guessed it was fitting, considering his own &amp;lsquo;workaholic&amp;rsquo; addiction. Many felt that this work overload is an unfortunate side effect of success, and one that cannot be avoided but no one could beat how Kame worked throughout 24/7 when his mind and body were set on his desired goals. After the celebration party held last week, with a satisfying result on the current project progress he was determined that his hard-earned dream was just a mere away. The project progress was following exactly on their time schedule though who knew risks might occur in the near future but that won&amp;rsquo;t be a huge problem for Kame. Whatever it was&amp;hellip; an experienced smart man like him won&amp;rsquo;t give up easily on his game although there was an obstacle on the battlefield coming by.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;There was a loud knock on his desk, made him swaying his chair towards the person standing impatiently when he didn&amp;rsquo;t realized after she have been calling him five times in the past few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;His gaze remained intact but his thoughts flying caught him unaware of the conversation. &amp;ldquo;Kamenashi-san...&amp;rdquo; The secretary muttered his name again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Looking like it was funny but actually it didn&amp;rsquo;t, he made a guilty grin, rubbing his tired eyes aggressively twice. Head down, he smilingly said, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, I didn&amp;rsquo;t hear you out. What do you have with you?&amp;rdquo; The secretary seemed to understand the busy schedule made the young man tired and formed a quick smile before the conversation turned to be serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;This is the outstanding projects list and team profiles you asked a few days ago&amp;hellip; and&amp;mdash;&amp;rdquo;Kame read through the enclosed files as the secretary began to explain about the document and project history. His vision was focused still until the answering machine started to create beeping sound for pickup calls and he called for one minute break. As his attention was directed more into the received documents, the secretary continued her brief explanation further once he finished his calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where are the other pages?&amp;rdquo; He cut her short in the middle of her explanation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kame looked up to see her troubled face when she gave a long pause probably worried that she didn&amp;rsquo;t get her job done as what others said that her boss was a hard to please in his works. To her, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t a wicked man who chased around at everyone&amp;rsquo;s fault but more a professional serious worker with high determination towards his goals. She has been working with him directly for the past two years, and she found it extremely difficult at first but with patience and less attentive towards the matter, she began to understand her young boss&amp;rsquo;s work style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;mdash;some of the pages went missing because the document was shared by many departments and the copy they had was only a hard copy. I hope this will do.&amp;rdquo; She carefully added. A sigh of disappointment expressed his face because he needed extra files to collect more information before agreed to create a new team for new aimed projects, the Lacrosse Sports advertisement set for next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Never mind. Thanks, Yukie.&amp;rdquo; As the discussion ended, Kame put on his coat and packed up several important documents from the shelf. Before heading out, the secretary reminded him about the interview, which left him 45 minutes to get ready. He then moved to his desk and after clicking a couple of buttons read an email that popped on his laptop&amp;rsquo;s screen. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t long before he heard a &amp;quot;knock&amp;quot; again on his office door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;This time it was a middle-aged man merely stepped in, marked a serious look on his face hinting probably something terrible was up as Kame took a glimpse at the spotted person standing by the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Boss.&amp;rdquo; He noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Kame, come to Asahi Breweries with me.&amp;rdquo; The tone sounded commanding but the latter only shook his head because he had another important meeting to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sorry boss. I&amp;rsquo;ve got journalist waiting.&amp;rdquo; He reasoned while busy packing up his things. The old man looked at him, taking time to spoke the reason he came might actually got to do with the thing he will be interviewed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think so. Asahi Beer project was cancelled. And so does the interview.&amp;rdquo; The old man exclaimed. It startled him just to hear those words; blankness overpowered him with his forehead creasing further, trying to understand the situation that he didn&amp;rsquo;t know where to begin at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Daze and disoriented, he warily stared his boss&amp;rsquo;s eyes as if he could find the answer there; unfortunately it was nothing but blankness. &amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; he asked unbelievably yet his voice started to shake when he spoke. He grabbed his office case, leaving the collected document on the desk and hurriedly followed his boss. To the client&amp;rsquo;s place he supposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you mean?&amp;rdquo; he asked, wanting a second confirmation. The information was too little for him to understand the overall story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I just got the news thirty minutes ago. They want to cancel off everything.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s impossible!&amp;rdquo; came a spontaneous defensive response. How could he not be. Their project schedule was on the right track, they achieved each task and were done completely based on the agreed requirements and what could possibly drag someone to drop the project if everything was in a good shape. Absolutely that would be a ridiculous decision. More questions kept on bubbling in his head; it seemed he was dissatisfying with the answer provided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The old man just sighed at the judgement though everything the young executive exclaimed was true and definitely agreeable. But any decision made by the other party was the client&amp;rsquo;s absolute right, therefore they couldn&amp;rsquo;t go against the decision if the issue had been finalized. &amp;ldquo;It was a sudden decision. Our clients are pulling out and now they want to tell us why.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who decided this?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aoki Yajima, their new vice president. He&amp;rsquo;s the president&amp;rsquo;s eldest son. He did great things for Asahi in the Chinese market a few years back. Thus, he&amp;rsquo;s the ultimate decision-maker that brings Asahi to the top. I hear he&amp;rsquo;s very shrewd.&amp;rdquo; The old man told the person biography in brief. They kept on discussing the matter until they reached Asahi Breweries main office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kame did a little thinking. Maybe there was no one could challenge or beat Aoki Yajima when it came to engage good business but no one could stand the way of business which was arranged in such manner after half of the project progress was done. And Kame was definitely going to bring out the issue during the meeting. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t accept it too well. Running a business was like a game of being smarter than other people. It&amp;rsquo;s just like a strategy game, but more complex and in real life. It&amp;rsquo;s either the matter of winning or losing, and so he chose to be a winner because he already had his mind set. Today, he was going to debate his opinions no matter what it took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;+.+.+.+.+.+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;His finger rapidly dialled the number on the screen, then waiting the other party to response his call again. As the matter of fact, this was the third time he tried calling the number. An unknown ringtone was played as usual but it seemed like the other party was hesitated to pick up the call in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yo dad, what&amp;rsquo;s up!&amp;rdquo; The phone was picked abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t &amp;ldquo;Yo&amp;rdquo; me! Why didn&amp;rsquo;t you tell us that you&amp;rsquo;re already in Tokyo for five days? Where are you staying?&amp;rdquo; The vice president asked, concerning about his only son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ugh that,&amp;rdquo; he shrugged, &amp;ldquo;I was about to tell you but something came up.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come home at once! Your mother and I are worried about you.&amp;rdquo; The 40-year old man commanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Really?&amp;rdquo; He whispered a mocking tone, averting his eyes to the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The line fell silent for several seconds. The young man mindlessly paced around before taking the call at where he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yamapi?&amp;quot;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I will but soon. Oh no!&amp;rdquo; looking at the watch, the image of his friend waiting at the cafe nearby registered in his head, &amp;ldquo;Ugh dad, I got to go now. Urgent matter.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What is so urgent that you can&amp;rsquo;t even talk to your own father for a few minutes? You know, I&amp;rsquo;ve been working for my whole life to feed our family. You just know to play around since you finished your overseas study, acting so spoiled but you never come and help me at the office even once! Where was the deal that we agreed in those days?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t have time for this. I&amp;rsquo;ll go and visit grandpa later too. Bye, dad!&amp;rdquo; The young man ended the call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Spare my patience, this son is racking my nerves! Come home and meet your mother at least!&amp;rdquo; He angrily yelled but it turned out the line was already dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Leaning back to his seat, he slid the phone back inside his pocket and murmured a thousand sigh. If he had another son, surely his burden would be took care less now. At least there was someone who was interested to inherit the family&amp;rsquo;s business. He was so concerned that his only son would follow the way his ancestor did to protect the business but nothing came at all. Out of all the reasons given was no challenging part enthusiast him to work under a father&amp;rsquo;s possession. His young son was a bit playful and cunning but also a strong minded and hard to control. And so he thought, he needed something that created the young one&amp;rsquo;s obsession. Certainly, making it a fascinating &amp;ldquo;game&amp;rdquo; and made it tolerable for his only heir to be throned next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;He began to drawl his cigarette from the drawer and then came one of his staffs stepped inside the room, humbly bowing at his presence before proceeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aoki-san.&amp;rdquo; The staff began, handing him several documents on his desk which he immediately took out his glass and started to read the documents in his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;The meeting is already started. Do you wish to attend it?&amp;rdquo; The staff informed, standing in front of his desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The vice president paused, giving a thought about it. &amp;ldquo;No need to inform them. I&amp;rsquo;ll go now.&amp;rdquo; He nonchalantly said while stood up before turning his heel to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tbc @ chapter 2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] Scandalous Opponent - Win or Lose! : Prologue</title>
    <published>2009-01-08T03:40:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T02:38:38Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: Scandalous Opponent &amp;ndash; Win or Lose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pairing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: Pikame (Yamashita Tomohisa/ Kamenashi Kazuya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Additional Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: Akanishi Jin, Nishikido Ryo, Shirota Yu [Pi&amp;rsquo;s Mabudachi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: PG-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Genre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: Romance, Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: It all started with a downfall stage of a successful young executive as he finally makes at the top of his game but later in its final stages, the project is dropped by a powerful man from the client company. Thus, the lives of a hardworking executive and the president&amp;rsquo;s son converge as the revenge takes place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Author&amp;rsquo;s Note: unbetaed. I&amp;rsquo;m up for another multichapter of Pikame fics. LOL But I&amp;rsquo;m also working on &amp;ldquo;A Touch of Addiction&amp;rdquo; fic since I already wrote few chaps, just need to fix certain plot I miss. Enjoy reading. (why I feel like I&amp;rsquo;m picturing Kame character as he is in Kami no Shizuku drama? Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Dressed in black formal suits, white shirt with loosened collar neck, black formal coat and long trousers, he fixed his cufflinks on both side of his sleeves. Extending his left hand straight above his chest, his eyes landed at his wrist-watch merely alarmed to check at the arrival time. His gaze stumbled around the place where one by one the guest arrived and strolled through the entrance door of the banquet party. His heart burst into relief as he noted that he wasn&amp;rsquo;t late for the party. Else, it would be such a shame as the party was meant to celebrate his success for bringing a new massive product campaign for Asahi Breweries, Japan&amp;rsquo;s second largest beer brewery and soft drink company. Working on the project for almost two and a half years with an estimated two billion yen invested, the project would make a &amp;lsquo;Kamenashi Kazuya&amp;rsquo; as he imagined inside of the advertising world. Winning several awards for the past three years in a row thus ranking him as one of the best young advertising executive at the company he worked with, Kame lived a life most men only dreamt of. His strong determination and hard work on the projects given never quit though future challenges came to raze his strength. As some philosophies said that life makes way for the determined man &amp;ndash; and so he strongly believed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Tonight was his winning celebration. Indeed one of his best night ever because he was the main star for tonight party. His cheer smirks sighted from his face, feeling satisfied for what he has done to achieve at the top of his game. As he made final checks out on his best outfits, Kame walked firmly through the door looking handsomely composed&amp;hellip; to the celebration party which held to rejoice his success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;The sooth background music of the instrumental song filling the atmosphere; the cool, refreshing air relaxed his body as he travelled deeper and deeper into the crowd full of high class people and celebrities. Suddenly he felt strange emotion curled inside though excitement took over him obviously for his smile never faded as he greeted some people along the way.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps the party was too huge for him to rejoice alone. He stopped at the pyramid of champagnes table; carefully pick out a glass to dry out his thirst. &amp;ldquo;Would you like to have one, Sir?&amp;rdquo; he looked up as a waiter called over to offer him the served food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, please.&amp;rdquo; The food was absolutely delicious to his tastes. His mouth was full until someone from the back tapped on his shoulder; the food was swallowed hard down to the throat at once. He made a small cough sound as the food was taken in completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, what the big man doing all alone here. Your spot is over there, buddy!&amp;rdquo; His department colleague pointed him at the VIP tables at the right wing. He bit his lips nervously with a smile illustrated on, shaking his head to deny his friend&amp;rsquo;s praise politely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It is a company formal function that I am here. Not entirely for my celebration.&amp;rdquo; He added before taking a short gulp of his drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come&amp;rsquo; on! It&amp;rsquo;s your night, man. You&amp;rsquo;re the main star. People already mutter about your success!&amp;rdquo; His friend exclaimed excitedly. But Kame still felt unsure about it though he admitted it was the biggest project he was practically worked on at the current moment. He thought he was lucky to give a chance to cooperate with the client company since he was so determined to succeed the campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Tired of the hesitation, his friend grabbed his shoulder and dragged him towards the VIP section. Kame looked slightly troubled as he tried to oppose his friend from going there. &amp;ldquo;Eh, you shouldn&amp;rsquo;t&amp;mdash;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nn..nn.. I will not listen to your complaint now. By the way, the president is looking for you just a while ago. You should go.&amp;rdquo; With that said Kame complied with his friend request with a nod and nervously followed him towards the VIP crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The VIP crowd set their eyes on them as Kame and his friend reached the table&amp;hellip;, giving a serious look while glancing once over his posture from head to toe. For seconds, his body enveloped with nervousness and fear but he took control of the situation and begun to introduce himself. It&amp;rsquo;s not that he scared of the people. It was his first time that he met this kind of crowd with higher level power in the community that he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t dare to question of. Furthermore he has his own pride not to ruin in front of these rich powerful people. Besides, first impression always led to quick perception of human thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello, I&amp;rsquo;m Kamenashi Kazuya from the Asahi Beer project team. Nice to meet you.&amp;rdquo; He bent forward at the neck politely as he made the introduction. Seconds afterward he heard big applauses and loud cheers before he noticed Aoki Kusano, the Asahi Beer&amp;rsquo;s president stepped forward, greeted him and led him up to a seat next to himself. Kame took a quick over his friend who requested to leave for another table to sit. Was a pro at his communication skills, moments later the crowd turned to loud laughs and titter as Kame managed to capture the VIPs heart with his humour sense. Little by little, he was comfortable sitting among the crowd as people started throwing more questions about his life from his starting point of his career till to the successful executive he became. Their conversation varied from one topic to serious agenda as they chatted more. He was prepared for formal occasion and meeting high class society as he already attended many exclusive party thrown by rich people before. But adapting to the new bizarre situation among the powerful people in the business world did inquire him to be a new established person to match the level of elegant atmosphere. Perhaps Kame thought it was time to create a new identity where he could stand proud among the high class society.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Patience and hard works were the underlying reason why he was able to continue on and get stronger; thus success brought him to the hard- earned fruits of a glorious life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Once a while, the waiter filled up the empty glasses with expensive champagne ordered by the president. Kame stopped the waiter from pouring as drunk gotten into him but the president excitedly offered him more that he couldn&amp;rsquo;t to refuse for his respect towards Aoki-san. Both of them talked for a while before a tall bespectacled guy came near the president and whispered some words which then the president face turned serious. The old man hastily got up and excused himself for business matter he must attend to. The president bid farewell and left the crowd in urgent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kame flicked a suspicious eye at the businessmen and the president gathered near the exit door. The group&amp;rsquo;s expression somehow was very serious and intense like they were confronted with something big and complicated agenda. As he began to continue his conversation among the people he was just introduced, his eyes met with the president&amp;rsquo;s as their gaze fell upon. For some reasons, Kame didn&amp;rsquo;t like the look he just received but he didn&amp;rsquo;t want to draw into silly conclusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Noticing the intense gaze directed to him, Kame began to feel uneasy and looking slightly away to the next person sitting beside him. &amp;ldquo;Who are those people with the president?&amp;rdquo; he curiously asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah&amp;hellip; they are the big investors in his company. I heard that they were also the one who applied for the project tender, luckily you managed to get it easily. The rumours said they were unsatisfied with the president&amp;rsquo;s decision since they are very loyal to the company, but none action was taken. So I guess, you don&amp;rsquo;t have to worry about that. Don&amp;rsquo;t ruin your brain with bad rumours.&amp;rdquo; The middle-aged man threw him an advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Despite of being alarmed with the news told, the young man casted a nodding looks after taking a quick glance at the exit door. None of them were present; the standing crowd seemed to disappear from the party a moment ago. He bit his lips nervously; playing his tongue to the corner of his mouth&amp;hellip; an adrenaline rush of fear sank within him. He seeks his strength to console himself from worried too much. Tonight was absolutely his night as what his friend said. Therefore, he should enjoy it when he still can. He had travelled from those hard days; the days when no one knew him best. Right now, it was his winning moment that he should cherish the most. It&amp;rsquo;s generally a bad idea to say something can&amp;rsquo;t or won&amp;rsquo;t be done, especially in the realm of advertising world, after full efforts and commitment given to the project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking positively, Kame got a hold of himself, his smiles grew wider as the crowd made a special toast towards his success of the Asahi Beer&amp;rsquo;s product campaign which was nearly at the final stages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tbc @ &lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/14106.html"&gt;chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] Ain't Love Strange - Chapter 1b</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T20:16:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-05T13:06:47Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Ain&amp;rsquo;t Love Strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing&lt;/strong&gt;: RyoKame (Nishikido Ryo/Kamenashi Kazuya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: PG-13, NC-17 to later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: AU, Romance, Slight Angst, Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: Case 1 + Case 2 = &amp;ldquo;If we lose our way, any night or day we'll always be where we should be. I'm there for you and I know you're there for me as the years go by... because you know you're not alone in this world of strangers...&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 1&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;ndash; He is rich and successful heir to reside the throne of Nishikido Empire but having hard times with complex and complicated family background. Stick with a lot of affairs in the past, but was advised to look for someone to marry. He does what he likes and conquers what he feels right. Can he manage to find one and can that someone stand of his cold and stubborn attitudes against several matters that are terribly annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 2&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;ndash; He comes from normal family background but lost parents due to killing.&amp;nbsp; His way of thinking is simple minded but has no hard feelings of emotion. Looking for love and interested in daily horoscope reading. But his lone ranger and beautiful physical appearance results the criteria of woman&amp;rsquo;s NOT-THE-TYPE-OF-WANTED-BF list. Will his life change when a strange meeting entwine with another mystery fate? Will this be a turning point to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/9377.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newssuki.livejournal.com/9627.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chapter 1a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; | &lt;strong&gt;Chapter Ib&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Johnny-san quickly cleaned up the dining table after his young master finished his lunch. As a loyal butler, he would always be there for Ryo even though the young man told him that he could do everything by himself. Actually, he was grateful by the young man&amp;rsquo;s kindness to let him stayed and worked in the family house for so many years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before coming to the Nishikido&amp;rsquo;s residence, his life was so miserable and always got fired from his works due to his old age. Therefore, he had always be a burden to someone else through his jobs. But then, Ryo found him nearby the children park, sitting alone with a sad mellow face. To his surprise, the young man intentionally approached him and asked if he would like to work with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered the young man&amp;rsquo;s smile at that time when he was struggling to answer it at first and unexpectedly he agreed with the offer without a long thinking. Seeing such a pure honest smile as the Young Master put him at rest and calm. Somehow he felt reality had been cruel to him in the past but now a miracle from a stranger he barely knew gave him the light to move on. From that on, he swore to offer his best service to the Young Master until the day he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh~ How many years have it been? Those days never been better compare to now I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The clock rang the bell which it showed that it was already half past twelve. Johnny-san made his move towards the hallway and passed by the reading room. A man with his usual t-shirt and trouser suited his fine figure suddenly entered the room from another direction. Johnny-san knew it was the Young Master favourite past time when he has nothing to do but reading. Leaving the young man alone, he walked towards the living room when he heard the phone rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ryo aimlessly snatched a book from the bookshelf and found his usual best place to read. With his two legs crossed, he comfortably sat on the chair nearby the window while browsing the content of the book. Once in a while his eyes kept on glancing over the glass window to have a peace of mind. It seemed something has distracted him from focusing on reading the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unusual for him to concern about a trivial matter because of his cold ignorance personality. But his mind right now was occupied with the incident that took place few days ago. It was twice counted already that his mind kept wandering in circles. After a few minutes, he closed the book and put it aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lungs suddenly became so hard to breath in and out. It was like a mountain of bricks falling upon him. He wondered why the strange wanting feelings won&amp;rsquo;t go away. By thinking of it, his anger rose up. The feelings won&amp;rsquo;t leave him alone though he held in and ignored it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Why I feel like I want to meet that fellow again? We&amp;rsquo;re totally strangers and we don&amp;rsquo;t really care and&amp;hellip; do I care? &lt;br /&gt;Care about him? Nah, it&amp;rsquo;s impossible right? It&amp;rsquo;s...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Baka~. It won&amp;rsquo;t work, stupid!&amp;rdquo; He scolded himself and laughing hard when the silly thoughts came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Biting his lips nervously, his eyes stared at the corner of the room. There was something happened to his heart and now it grew bigger and snatched his heart like mad. It made him so restlessly. When he thought about it for a while, it sounded more like doki doki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doki doki? Ehhh? Ddd-doki doki?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s ridiculous! Why would it be &amp;lsquo;doki doki&amp;rsquo;? I have nothing to do with him. That&amp;rsquo;s really ridiculous right? Yup, ridiculous!&amp;rdquo; Ryo assured himself, gritting his teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a terrible mistake he did for having a sex with a stranger. If calculating the worst of the case, the incident showed his lowest attitude when he found out it was a man with him that night. He wondered if anyone knew about it, but so far it was none. The paparazzi still blamed him for the level of alcohols taken and scheming on drugs but none of them were true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a stressful night when he found he was dumped by someone he loved for so long. She was always supported him and took care of him and so because of that, he let go his nerves and with high hopes and confidences he decided to propose an engagement with her. Before he could ever say the words, he was rejected. After being through with her for a long time, he couldn&amp;rsquo;t understand why a such refined wealthy man like him always be left alone when he treated the person with care and love. But it still hasn&amp;rsquo;t enough for her. Calculated from the previous relationships, it was never will. If time counted, it&amp;rsquo;s only last for two years as long as he experienced and nothing would last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heartbreak was a scary thing to happen. The impact was such a great capacity to hold in. His damaged heart turned cold when anywhere he saw sweet couples enjoying their time together. It was not jealousy but more like hating the scene. Love always portrayed a wonderful feelings shared as one in the surface but deep in one&amp;rsquo;s heart, it could be a twist you would never know and won&amp;rsquo;t ever believe that the love was no longer there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Young Master, it&amp;rsquo;s a call from the president.&amp;rdquo; His expression switched to a serious look when Johnny-san came over and handed him the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m here, dad. What do you want?&amp;rdquo; The young master&amp;rsquo;s voice seemed rough when speaking but Johnny-san knew it always like that every time Nishikido-sama called to this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing aside at the corner, his ears heard pretty well of the dad-son conversation. Most of all the topics were about the office works, but then since the bad news of Young Master was reported in the media, Nishikido-sama pretty concerned about the publicity made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll visit the office this evening. Don&amp;rsquo;t you worry about it. I&amp;rsquo;ll manage the agreement schedule somehow.&amp;rdquo; Ryo confidently assured his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He understood the office jobs have piled up due to his two days absent from work and he should not make the staffs worried. After a serious talk about the works, they continued to discuss about his bad public news about his image. Without arguing, he heard his father warning for not saying too much on the media to save the company&amp;rsquo;s image. All his pride worked out so much for the company&amp;rsquo;s image and he hated it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Freedom was never a dictionary in his life. Though he understood and aware of the responsibility he had upon his hands, but he hated it so much because all of the things his father cared were only the company&amp;rsquo;s reputation and good status. He knew he was the only heir to be throned but he hated the fact that his father only raised him into high quality living style but not for his little step brother. They already argued once in the past and the argue won&amp;rsquo;t stop until finally Ryo decided to raise his brother alone with the wealthy he had. That was the deepest secret they hid from others and only him, his father and his butler knew about it. People said a secret could kill someone&amp;rsquo;s reputation. Therefore, his father made sure this secret won&amp;rsquo;t travel far to the media and did his best to stay out from troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The phone was hung in a few seconds and immediately the Young Master walked out from the room to get his clothes changed. Johnny-san didn&amp;rsquo;t say a word and followed the young man to the upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Busy scheduling his mind about the works, he suddenly noticed Johnny-san at the back and stopped at the middle. &amp;ldquo;Johhny-san, can you get me my brief case and the agreement on my desk? No need to prepare my clothes, I&amp;rsquo;ll get change myself,&amp;rdquo; he told the butler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail, the old man appointed to the request and walked towards the other room. Meanwhile, Ryo quickly dressed up his usual office suits though his mind was full of business agenda. Johnny-san knew it was a normal thing to see a workaholic person such Young Master whose life was devoted to family business since he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Here is your brief case and the documents you needed. Please take care, Young Master.&amp;quot; Johnny-san bowed politely and bid farewell as the young man got into the car and drove with speed out of the residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tell me your name&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; He whispered softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Its..itss.. uhh&amp;hellip; Kazuya, ahh!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Damn! His every sexy moves. His hard breathing. His husky groans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Kame swallowed his saliva dry when the memory of that night flashing suddenly. It was a surprise for him to find himself feeling miserable and being so uncomfortable though he decided not to respond of what had happened. What was past was past. Nothing to talk about because the other party didn&amp;rsquo;t claim anything regarding the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;But why am I so sickening? I am the victim here! Well, though it was never be mentioned on the news report, but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Arghhh&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m so hopeless.&amp;rdquo; He plopped his body lazily on the bed after turning off the television. It was an embarrassment to remember such memories. Though the sex part was so damn good but putting that aside, Kame still felt uncomfortable of how the things started and ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He already watched the official news yesterday but he felt glad that the other party hadn&amp;rsquo;t remembered about the incident or mentioned about him. That would make the public suspicious and his life would be chased by the crazy paparazzi for his official statement. Who would have thought that the man was an outstanding person who wasn&amp;rsquo;t just rich heir but also a hot celebrity on the news. Kame thought probably people would go seeking information about the man because of his successful empire in business industry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;From the kitchen, Yuichi can hear the young man kept on mumbling at himself for some reasons for the past few days. He could feel a different aura coming from the young man whenever he watched him acting weird once he watching the television or surfing the internet by himself. At first, Yuichi didn&amp;rsquo;t dare to ask because it was something he shouldn&amp;rsquo;t worry about. Perhaps he thought Kame was just worried over his exam&amp;rsquo;s result because Kame was just had his semester breaks but he wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure anymore. Deep within, there was something bugged the young man so much and he knew it was the time to seek the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Kame. Do you want to talk about what's bugging you so much?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Yuichi risked the question, but Kame didn't know if Yuichi was ready for the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Eh? Nothing.&amp;rdquo; Kame sat straight when the older man entered his room. For a reason, he decided to keep the secret by himself or else he had just to lie about it. No one should know the incident at the moment because he was tired of getting troubles unhanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come &amp;lsquo;on tell me. You always seek for me when you got problems before. I&amp;rsquo;m your best friend. What is more, your kind and handsome cousin?&amp;rdquo; Yuichi said it proudly. Kame laughed, unbelievable of what he just heard and threw a pillow to his bragging cousin. But Yuichi made a serious face and from the look of it, Kame just had to say something or his cousin wouldn&amp;rsquo;t let him go easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, it&amp;rsquo;s just I&amp;rsquo;m worried over my love life. No girls want to be my girlfriend. They thought I&amp;rsquo;m not cool enough to be their boyfriend, why is that? Am I that weak?&amp;rdquo; Kame sighed. Deep within, he was afraid if Yuichi would not believe the typical topic he just started. Since their teenage years, he would always complaint about the girls were not interested in him as a lover because he was so cute to be one. Also, people thought he was a weird person because he was always a lone ranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what he did or said, the girls still had an expression of him for being a friend only. Due to his beautiful appearance plus quiet personality he had, no one dare to approach him honestly. Those days back in school, people would treat him nicely at the surface but talked bad behind his backs. That was why Yuichi always concerned and cared about him. Not only they were cousin, but Yuichi was always supported him no matter what others said. A true friend indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;quot;Kame, it kind of just happened. People talk. Don&amp;rsquo;t get yourself involved too deep. Or do you want me to set a match-making for you?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Yuichi answered, leaning against the doorframe.&amp;nbsp; His expression was somehow sheepish and smug at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ehh? match-making..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &amp;ldquo;Huh? Am I that desperate? I don&amp;rsquo;t care about it.&amp;rdquo; Kame pouted and folded his arms. Seeing the young man acted that way, Yuichi burst into a small laugh and shook his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, your expression says so. Wait! Are you desperate?&amp;rdquo; Yuichi leaned against and looked Kame on the eye blinkingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Feeling embarrass by his cousin&amp;rsquo;s statement, he quickly pull over which made the other man fell on the floor. &amp;ldquo;Baka, I&amp;rsquo;m not! Ugh, go away, too close!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Yuichi laughed when he got to tease his cousin by bringing the match-making topic. It&amp;rsquo;s because he had done it in the past and it ended in an unexpected way. The girl whom he tried to match with, didn&amp;rsquo;t come at the expected date because the girl who just broke with his boyfriend hooked up again for second time. He remembered Kame was so mad about it that he didn&amp;rsquo;t check the girl&amp;rsquo;s details thoroughly. Therefore, it leave an embarrassment to the young man&amp;rsquo;s pride for being rejected early without any love initiation just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, you ask for it silly cousin! Take this!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah Yuichi-nii nomore! Hahaha&amp;hellip; no more!&amp;rdquo; The two of them acted like an idiot and rumbled on the floor until they were tired and laughing at each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for Kame, he was relieved that Yuichi-nii hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen through his lies. He would keep the secret only to himself. At the moment, there was something inside bugging him. His feelings of wanting to know about the man. For some reasons, he wanted to know what happened to the stranger he barely knew and just met for a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wished that person was alright because after feeling shocking that the man collapsed on the floor just like that. He prayed that the person would be okay. Sincerely he prayed that the man would be happy too. Furthermore, he didn't regret about the night because no one needed him with such a possesive force like the man did though it was not love to begin with. He felt so wrong it was a man whom he had sex with but now... his heart told otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;-TBC-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] A Touch of Addiction</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T18:20:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-29T16:51:45Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;: A Touch of Addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Pairing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;: PiKame (Yamashita Tomohisa/ Kamenashi Kazuya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Additional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;: Tatsuya Ueda, Nishikido Ryo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: Label R for some chaps. Mostly PG-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Genre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;: AU, Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Beta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;: ???&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;A/N&lt;/b&gt;: Currently my fics are &lt;i&gt;unbetaed&lt;/i&gt;. Please read from Prologue once more since I changed the plot a lot. Sorry for that. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;: What will happen when a clumsy nerd boy named Yamapi who is trapped into &amp;lsquo;slavery&amp;rsquo; debt payment due to save his friend from a slutty bitch named Kame who is then interested in him?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br style="" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Twirling his pen within his right hand fingers after getting bored by just tapping on the table, Yamapi couldn&amp;rsquo;t concentrate any more. Sitting restlessly on the chair, he has been counting at the tickling clock. He felt time moved slowly when he was bored in the class. The lecturer were talking in front for an hour, still Yamapi couldn&amp;rsquo;t endure the sleepy lines beneath his eyes. Whenever the lecturer&amp;rsquo;s eyes did not meet him, he would yawn and stretch his neck muscles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Today was pretty exhausted for him as he got a straight schedule from morning till 6 on the evening. If he had a choice, he would choose to skip the next class but his high determination told him not to. The mid-term tests would be coming in around two-three weeks. It would be a loss if he didn&amp;rsquo;t attend any of the classes since he yearned for tips and spot questions to get better marks. Sometimes it was hard to determine when the lecturers would throw all the hints. He thought the lecturers probably wanted to avoid student from skipping class since the news about high absence rating lately became a hot issue inside the campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Five seconds more. Four. Three. Two. One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright class, hand over the assignment I gave you last week. Please sign the attendance before you leave. Thank you all.&amp;rdquo; The class cheered up as the lecturer ended his final speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Yamapi passed his assignment paper as requested with a victory smile. Finally, he could escape the boredom that he had been endured for long. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t that he hated the class but he just couldn&amp;rsquo;t adapt the lecturer&amp;rsquo;s old teaching style. No presentation slide was used and monotone verbal all the way. As the clocks ticked fast, he quickly packed up his stuffs and got ready to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;At the mean time, he was wondering whether he should go to the library after his next lecture to make a research on several books or perhaps go to the computer laboratory for online information. Sometimes the laboratory was occupied for several lab sessions on certain subjects and it was hard to find a free lab at that time since there were only six labs used for academic purposes. Another two labs were reserved for the final year students to work on their thesis. Unfortunately, his laptop was sent to workshop for repairmen two days ago after spending a lot of times identifying the problems which didn&amp;rsquo;t give any solution to the problem. He ruffled his hair messily as he was lost ideas on what to do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;Pi!&amp;quot; One of his classmates shouted from outside of the classroom, waving at him. Heard his name was called, he glanced back and coolly greeted his friend who was waiting near the entrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, what&amp;rsquo;s up?&amp;rdquo; He came forward and patted his classmate&amp;rsquo;s shoulder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;re you thinking? I called you twice and you didn&amp;rsquo;t hear me out. Do you have a problem, Pi?&amp;rdquo; His English friend asked, looking concerned.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Ugh, nothing. I&amp;rsquo;m just fine.&amp;rdquo; He assured with a half smile. It was not nothing deep to worry about at least. He was just like to keep things organized and convenient at times.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; His friend nodded in understanding as Yamapi informed him it was nothing to worry about.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;About the new assignment given earlier, when can we meet for a discussion? I&amp;rsquo;m pretty packed with my own schedule but I&amp;rsquo;m free tomorrow at 4.30p.m. How about you?&amp;rdquo; His friend uttered his worry since both of them had different daily class schedules.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Alright, I have class tomorrow until 5 p.m., so we can meet at the discussion room inside the library after that.&amp;nbsp; But I&amp;rsquo;m going to book the room first for an early reservation. Sometimes people will ridiculously use the room for &amp;lsquo;other&amp;rsquo; purposes.&amp;rdquo; He grinned, signaling his friend about the &amp;lsquo;other&amp;rsquo; issue.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Yes. Kind of lame but I know what you meant, Pi,&amp;rdquo; His friend chuckled. Both of them bid their farewell when Yamapi exclaimed that he had another class to attend in a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Although there were gaps between few classes, he seemed feeling tired from walking to each class as they were located far from each another. Taking the stairs way down to the ground floor, he made an exit at the sheltered pavement. The landscape that surrounded the place was a magnificent work of art. It was a fascinating look where he could enjoy cool breeze with a beautiful flower garden and a small man-made waterfall in the middle of the landscape. At the end of the pavement, there was a T-junction which still has a sheltered roof connected to the Technology faculty building on the right side while the other without the roof crossed the small trimmed forest to get to the other Engineering faculty building. And so he chose the left side because his next class would be in that building.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Yamapi took out his glass from his pocket and nicely placed it upon his eyes while whistling his favourite song &amp;lsquo;Nanto Kanarusa&amp;rsquo;. Walking calmly and collected through the pathways, suddenly his moves stopped as his ears prominently reacted to a gasping sound near the wild bushes. Scanning around the place, his eyebrows met when there was no one spotted there. For a second he thought he heard voices but the atmosphere remained to be silent. Denying some suspicious thoughts he had, he guessed probably it was just the ruffling noises from the fallen leaves. He set the directions and continued to walk again. But after walking a few steps ahead, he heard the same sound again. This time the voices were getting close as he stepped forward to a certain area. His head jerked back as he noticed that the sound turned into rough gasps followed by several seductive moans.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Feeling curious and disturbed, he followed the sound and hid himself behind the bushes.&amp;nbsp; His hiding place was in a safe zone as no one could ever see him there. Then his eyes were set on the two figures that was fondling and caressing each other backs while kissing passionately against the trunk of a big oak tree. To his super ultimate shock, they were actually two guys on a very daring behavior.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Is that a French kiss?&amp;rdquo; Yamapi gulped back his saliva, feeling confused between a mix feeling of liking and disgusting at what he had just seen. He pushed his glass back to the bridge of his nose, carefully watched their tongue being sucked in desperately. Uncomfortable with his hiding position, he moved around the thick bushes. It was an unbelievable thing to see but he regretted as the lovebirds got more intimate later. Speaking of intimacy, the couples were not only making out but they were ready for more wild sex making. Shaking his head involuntarily, he unconsciously wiped the saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. Yamapi startled, cheeks burning and realized at the effect to his own action. His awakened desire raised into a certain degree and also the temperature of his body. Sweats dripped from the tiny layers of confusion lined on top his forehead. For some reasons, he had been questioning&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Why my muscles are stiff all of sudden? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;No. If it ain&amp;rsquo;t my business, why the hell I was hiding at the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;His blush took a shade deeper whenever he turned to look at them. Aware that those guys haven&amp;rsquo;t noticed him watching, slowly he moved backward and thinking of an escape because he didn&amp;rsquo;t want to watch the sensual show that just begun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; There was a brief moment of kissing when the other boy groaned for more. Kame knew the boy couldn&amp;rsquo;t wait any longer and so did he. He slid down to the lower part and teasingly touched the other. &amp;ldquo;Ugh, teaser. Come on, I&amp;rsquo;m all hard now!&amp;rdquo; The boy growled at Kame&amp;rsquo;s finger sensation. A slight smirk wore on his face. They have met a few couples of time but none of it involved sexual arousal. They only went for kissing so far because the boy intended not to get him on the bed yet. But Kame could read this type of customer. Acting all composed but actually they had something dirty in mind since the beginning. With several steps taken, Kame already was a pro to get the boy loose at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What if&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo;drawing his body close and whispering seductively which made both the boy&amp;rsquo;s legs wiggled weak, &amp;ldquo;&amp;mdash;I blow you like this?&amp;rdquo; The boy squirmed hard when Kame&amp;rsquo;s hand travelled inside the opening zip and accidentally landed on his shaft between the thin clothes. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;mdash;I ugh&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; A wide smile covered his lips as Kame went on seducing the boy further. Customer&amp;rsquo;s satisfaction was the ultimate goal. The bottom line is he just needed the right switch button to turn the boy on. Or else, the company won&amp;rsquo;t be happy at the result. &amp;ldquo;Ah yes, baby. Touch more&amp;hellip; uhnn&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Soon the boy getting accustomed with his strokes and now Kame decided to play on the real thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;As their intimate moments getting hot and wilder, Yamapi took progress on his escape much faster. But his escape plan failed due to his clumsiness as he accidentally made a sound by stepping on a dried stick. The groaning boy&amp;rsquo;s eyes popped open as he noticed there was someone else spotting them. His eyes met Yamapi who continued crawling among the bushes and that triggered the boy to panic state.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;For most people, sex drive is like a roller coaster &amp;ndash; one minute it's up, the next, it's down. &amp;nbsp;The boy realized his arousal slowly declined at a point it cannot be stood up anymore. Running away was the last things of his minds now. Fear and shame thoughts crossed his panic zone; therefore Kame knew he needed to change his technique to get it back. Standing close to the boy, Kame cupped his face and resumed their kissing but he was automatically pushed down. The final moment he knew, the boy already ran away, probably ashamed of being caught up in the pleasurable act with a guy which the boy might take it was wrong and bad. Feeling disappointed, he licked his wet lips then sighed as he failed at fulfilling his customer satiated desire completely.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Stupid asshole, now I&amp;rsquo;m troubled!&amp;rdquo; he cursed. Relaxing his body against the tree, he slowly slid down and sat on the ground.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Yamapi arched his back when his body felt itchy with the wild leaves tingling around him. He rubbed his arms and knees violently when he couldn&amp;rsquo;t take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Arghh!&amp;rdquo; he screamed while stood up from the bushes, forgetting that he noticeably caught the attention of the other boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Watching motionless, the pretty boy stared in silence at him who seemed to be very uncomfortable by the stares. Perspiration seemed to pour from every inch of his skin and his nerves were strung tight. He felt the weight of the boy's stare and met it evenly but then looked away. Yamapi felt his legs shaking a bit and bit his lips as he didn&amp;rsquo;t know what he should do to get away from the awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; As for the pretty boy, he actually enjoyed scanning every inch of the perfect figure standing in front of him but seemed lacking somewhere. He assured himself that something about the other boy made him getting interested more. Perhaps he should make a move to find it out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Do you like what you have seen?&amp;rdquo; The boy said with a small smirk on his face, looking slightly evil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Yamapi snapped his head toward the other with an &amp;lsquo;Eh&amp;rsquo; word, disbelieved that the boy actually spoke to him. At instant, he peeked left and right, thinking whether the boy was actually directed the question to him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Looking at the other funny act, the pretty boy laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course, I&amp;rsquo;m looking at you, talking to you, and asking you. YOU..&amp;rdquo; he paused and quirked a brow, &amp;ldquo;Do you like what you have seen?&amp;rdquo; he asked again. The boy&amp;rsquo;s eyes stared deeply with now showing his amusement while waiting for the answer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; For seconds, Yamapi thought it was just a stupid question he should ignore but somehow he felt the weight of the boy&amp;rsquo;s stares pushed him to the hilt of answering. Without saying it twice, he seriously responded, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not interested.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The pretty boy probably had known the answer he would get though he bet it would be another way round. It was understandable for any straight guy to refuse &amp;lsquo;his offer&amp;rsquo; and just walked away without even care to hit the guy. Of course he could get anything or anyone he wanted with his own ways but he had rules. If they didn&amp;rsquo;t want it, then don&amp;rsquo;t dig it. In fact, he didn&amp;rsquo;t have to try hard for it and he knew they would one day come and begged for the pleasure willingly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;ldquo;Too bad, I&amp;rsquo;m offering.&amp;rdquo; A flirty smile crossed the boy&amp;rsquo;s face and yet the other still ignored him. Kame gazed at the figure once again, analyzing the clothes he wore and the kind-innocent-quiet type of guy the nerd boy portrayed.&lt;br style="" /&gt; &lt;br style="" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;What a tasteless fashion! His cool look doesn&amp;rsquo;t fit the image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t be so sure. I can read you and I know that you want me badly.&amp;rdquo; the boy added, smirking more.&amp;nbsp; He knew that this nerd boy who suddenly appeared had totally caught his attention. But he didn&amp;rsquo;t need to rush because everything he desired would come voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Yamapi looked at him warily and quickly wandered off the place as he was already late for his next class. He didn&amp;rsquo;t glance back or care to know about the pretty boy details. All he cared about was his exams to get good pointer, his books for his extra study, and his assignments to submit before the due date. Though he was shaken only by the boy&amp;rsquo;s deep stares, he was confident that he would not meet the boy again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;No. I won&amp;rsquo;t see him again&amp;hellip;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Kame saw the boy left without intended to stop him there. Though he was left a hard-on by the previous boy, he didn&amp;rsquo;t want to pull a string on the new boy to drive off his needs. Tired of enduring for much longer by unzipping his pants, he blew his shaft with final hard strokes. A blowjob to satisfy his current physical arousal to the last drop of pleasure relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to &lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:newssuki:12819</id>
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    <title>I am innocently twisted, does that count anything?</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T22:52:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-06T08:21:28Z</updated>
    <category term="fic: request"/>
    <lj:music>Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am very fond of this song entitled I kissed a girl by Katy Perry. IDK, weirdly i like the song regardless of the lyrics. LOL &lt;br /&gt;after reading the lyric, I think this can make a fic, how about oneshot then? longer perhaps two shots? &lt;br /&gt;I am so tempted to read someone fics based on this song storyline. *smirk* hehehehe... &lt;br /&gt;so does any anyone care to comment or write? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was never the way I planned&lt;br /&gt;Not my intention&lt;br /&gt;I got so brave, drink in hand&lt;br /&gt;Lost my discretion&lt;br /&gt;It's not what, I'm used to&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna try you on&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious for you&lt;br /&gt;Caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;The taste of his cherry soft lips&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my girlfriend don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't even know your name&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;You're my experimental game&lt;br /&gt;Just human nature,&lt;br /&gt;It's not what,&lt;br /&gt;Good guys do&lt;br /&gt;Not how they should behave&lt;br /&gt;My head gets so confused&lt;br /&gt;Hard to obey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;The taste of his cherry soft lips&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my girlfriend don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us boys we are so perverted&lt;br /&gt;Soft skin, his lips, so kissable&lt;br /&gt;Hard to resist so touchable&lt;br /&gt;Too good to deny it&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no big deal, it's innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;The taste of his cherry soft lips&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy just to try it&lt;br /&gt;I hope my girlfriend don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wrong&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean I'm in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a boy and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;I liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;pairing? genre? rating? it doesn't matter as long you can bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;but-but.. I am dying to read Akame/ Ryoda/ Pikame/ RyoKame as pairing anddd... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;perhaps a little R-ish or NC-17-ish? XD&lt;/strike&gt; *change* any rating will do XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Kiritani Shuuji/ Shochikubai Miroku uhhh oneshot.. XD</title>
    <published>2008-08-27T08:26:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T04:04:20Z</updated>
    <category term="#oneshot"/>
    <category term="fic: akame"/>
    <lj:music>Arashi - Truth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yes I am on hiatus still, but once a while I will post my unbetaed fic here out of the blue because I am an idiot who randomly wrote Shuuji/ Miroku character, and is craving to let this pairing experiencing in SMUT action~ CUTTT ! ! ! ! ! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: (suggest me title minna ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: Kiritani Shuuji/ Shochikubai Miroku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: No summary&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note&lt;/b&gt;: It is supposed to be Porn Without Plot (PWP) but I suck at smut! *tired from imagining* LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmm.. Another quarrel again? How cute&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; he chuckled, almost had a loud laugh after watching at the couple who kept on quarreling about silly matter on their way to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shuuji grew a sheepish smile when he saw his friend tried to avoid the boyfriend from getting a warm hug. His friend was really lucky to have someone who was kind and pure. Shuuji admitted that they are a young couple full with temper but very loving towards each other. Though he always wished to love someone that way, it was only hopeless because no one would ever stand with his cold character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Leaving the couple behind, he walked ahead but a not really rushing like he had other day. He used to walk the same path every day to school. Then he will come across an old temple which was used as a serenade place of prayers. He gazed around and narrowed his eyes at the temple&amp;rsquo;s entrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Everything seemed pretty usual. Seeing a man in his Japanese Yukata sweeping the leaves made him smiled even more. It was Miyake-san, the monk who lived his entire life inside the temple. Though sometimes this old man was really a mysterious person but he was kind and humble to visitors who went to the temple. Sometimes Shuuji felt there was a great aura energy surrounded Miyake-san due to his imagination that monks probably had some sort of mystic power or magic to heal people. Perhaps, it only happened inside the Chinese Kungfu movies that he used to watch at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;quot;A pretty boy shouldn't be dreaming so much on early morning, should he?&amp;quot; A sudden voice was heard from the back of where he was standing. Shuuji glanced back to finally realized; there was a young boy who looked a bit older than him walking the same path as him. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The older boy greeted him the morning call but he didn&amp;rsquo;t reply back the greeting. In his usual cold ignorant personality, Shuuji glared at the boy with sharp narrow eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you care anyway?&amp;rdquo; His brow twitched. He continued his walking which was faster than before, ignoring the other boy who suddenly tried to match the walking speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Or else you&amp;rsquo;re going to be late to school, right?&amp;rdquo; Shuuji staggered to his left side with shock still read on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was not like they were friends and he didn&amp;rsquo;t even know his name, either. Judging from the school uniform, they were in the same school except they were not in the same grade. Else, he sure had known the other in very long time, or worst case-based, he could perhaps know only his name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The older boy shot a naughty grin then cheerfully said, &amp;ldquo;Oh! Am I scaring you? Gomen, gomen&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Shuuji had no idea why the other boy seemed very interested into talking with him at this early morning and casually heaved an irritating sigh. Neither interested to reply nor starting the conversation, so he headed to the big road that led his way to the school. The other boy tailed behind him without asking further questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The situation became bizarre when there was a sharp intent eyes set on him in a close distance. Shuuji could felt the tense from the corner of his eye. Once a while, the older boy whistled and hummed few songs while glancing at him several times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What&amp;rsquo;s wrong with this guy? Do I know him? I bet not! Argh, okay.. I am getting annoyed now&amp;hellip;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Could you stop that? It&amp;rsquo;s irritating,&amp;rdquo; Shuuji yelled, looking angrily at the other. But it was strange as the next thing to happen, a set of random questions popped from the older boy&amp;rsquo;s mouth that was totally out of the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;quot;Ne, tell me something. Will you ever sacrifice for someone you love though it's only one-sided love? Will you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What the heck?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you dare to break your innocent heart to see your love one be happy with other person than you? Would you able to do it? If love only brings hurt, will you go through the pain though you feel like dying? Will you?&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Huh? Why would I do that? Just move on and cherish your life for god sake!! Don&amp;rsquo;t waste your time creeping like a dead person while you&amp;rsquo;re alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;quot;In the end, if that person still won't notice your feelings, would you chase that person with all your heart all over again or would you just go away?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ehhhh??? Why all of his questions lead to grief. It&amp;rsquo;s not like if you&amp;rsquo;re not love by that person, it is the end of the world duh&amp;hellip;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;i style=""&gt;Huhh&lt;/i&gt;.. What were you saying? Are you grieving on someone? Why would I need to answer your stupid love matter anyway? It&amp;rsquo;s none of my business and we&amp;rsquo;re strangers. Why would I&amp;hellip; No, I don&amp;rsquo;t have time for this and---&amp;rdquo; Looking at his watch, there were 30 minutes left for him before the school started, &amp;ldquo;Oh shit man. I should keep going, damn it!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The bell rang and the gate was closed. Shuuji managed to run to the school in time and quickly strolled to his class. He peeked around to see the other boy&amp;rsquo;s coming at the school hallway but no sight of his appearance. Probably the other was lost somewhere and getting late to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yo, Shuuji!&amp;rdquo; Each of his classmates greeted him like usual they did every day. Shuuji was one of the school popular guys because of his active in baseball team, cold appearance with pretty looking and always got highest in Math subject. Therefore, everyone would want to chat with him and he simply loved it because he was not alone though he had no best friend by his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Once all the students remained seated, Yamaguchi sensei stepped in and starting to teach the class but was interrupted when the headmaster called her out. There was someone standing behind the headmaster but Shuuji couldn&amp;rsquo;t see the person clearly as Yamaguchi sensei blocked the view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then, she walked into the class and introduced the new student who was transferred from an overseas school. As the boy stepped in front of the class, Shuuji widened his eyes as he saw the taller boy whom he met this morning introducing his name, &amp;ldquo;My name is Shochikubai Miroku. Please treat me as your classmate from now on,&amp;rdquo; and bowed politely. Yamaguchi sensei told the class Miroku was one year older than the rest of the class since he leapt one year when he was admitted to overseas school three years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ehhhh!!! Th-that guy&amp;hellip;. he was the same class with me?? No way!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shuuji&amp;hellip; If you fallen for Miroku-kun&amp;rsquo;s charming looking, then I&amp;rsquo;ll let him sit next to you. Or else, close your mouth and be seated,&amp;rdquo; said Yamaguchi teasingly. It was true that the taller boy had handsome face with sexy curved lips when he smiled but it did not mean he was falling for a guy. That would be absolutely weird and funny but the girls seemed scary when they totally cheered upon the thought since he was called for pretty faced boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I-I&amp;rsquo;m not! Who said that I---&amp;rdquo; With pink blush on his cheeks, he quickly remained to his seat and looking away. His classmate made noisy sounds after seeing Shuuji in his unusual mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is not happening. Why suddenly you act like an idiot, Shuuji!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He smacked his head, looking so pissed off. And Miroku noticed the cute act just smirked by playin g with his tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Miroku-kun&amp;hellip; You can sit on my place, I&amp;rsquo;ll move to the back seat,&amp;rdquo; exclaimed Takeru-kun who was sitting next to Shuuji. The class was wooing and cheering as Takeru stood up, allowing the new boy at his seat and headed at the back of the classroom. Shuuji couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe his friend purposely planned that to tease him again while his sensei only laughed at the hilarious moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What the&amp;hellip; Hey! Where do you think you&amp;rsquo;re going? Come back here!&amp;rdquo; Shuuji shouted at his friend but the class kept on laughing, cheering and teasing the new renowned couple in their class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you, Takeru-kun. Nice to meet you, Shuuji-kun. Hope we can be friends too.&amp;rdquo; Miroku gave him a wink and smiled but Shuuji drew a cold act and turned his face back to the blackboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In your dreams.. damn it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now minna, it&amp;rsquo;s study time!&amp;rdquo; cheered Yamaguchi sensei, smiling to the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Haittt!!!!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;+ . + . + . + . + . + . + . + . + . + . + . + . + . + . +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can tell you want me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And every time I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;That luscious juice your lips produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I can taste that sweet LOVEJUICE..&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shuuji spaced out from reading his book once he heard Miroku was singing the same phrase more than tenth times. It was more like a perverted guy sang a perverted song. They were left alone in the library purposely by his friends who originally were there to work together on the study groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But a few minutes later, each of them made an excuse to go for toilet which Shuuji knew it was a prank on him once they never came back to the study group. He sighed at their plan to get him alone with Miroku because they knew he didn&amp;rsquo;t get along with him very well. Or correctly, he didn&amp;rsquo;t want to get along with the taller boy at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Once when the older boy was spacing into his own world, Shuuji pull a glimpse at the boy but returned to his reading when he was nearly caught looking by the other. The older boy smirked when he noticed the other had been staring and glancing at him for don&amp;rsquo;t know how many times but he knew the other seemed to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ne&amp;hellip; Don&amp;rsquo;t you feel tired reading? I am bored. Can we do something else?&amp;rdquo; Miroku yawned at the table corner near the window but as usual the other would not respond to any of his saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So he decided to talk dirty to get the other&amp;rsquo;s attention. &amp;ldquo;You know&amp;hellip; I love this quietness involved between us. With no one around, it makes me want to kiss you right there until you beg for more&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shuuji drew back his body and shot a serious glare. &amp;ldquo;Can&amp;rsquo;t you be quiet for a minute? I&amp;rsquo;m trying to focus here. If you&amp;rsquo;re bored, then play something on your own. I don&amp;rsquo;t like to be disturbed!&amp;rdquo; The young boy warned him straight to the eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To Miroku, he found it amusing every time he caused the other angry for something he had done. Their relationship was hard as rock but this time Miroku took the chance to change the situation. Perhaps it was time to execute his real mission since the first time he met the pretty boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was only a glimpse at the sight of happy smiling Shuuji near the hotel restaurant where the other was then turned into awfully shocked after getting played with his date that didn&amp;rsquo;t show up until very last minute. He accidentally heard the conversation Shuuji had on the phone that the girl actually played a bet to ask him out for a date. But the young boy remained calm and held back his breath not to cry. Miroku saw there was a hatred feeling mixed with half smile on the latter&amp;rsquo;s face who snapped his phone after saying &amp;lsquo;Thanks&amp;rsquo; for the date invitation and left the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where are you going?&amp;rdquo; said the taller boy in panic voice as Shuuji finally stood up and collecting his books with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shuuji snapped his head toward the other and narrowed his eyes, looking at the other boy who was busy checking on him. &amp;ldquo;Why should I tell you? It doesn&amp;rsquo;t concern you at all,&amp;rdquo; and made his way to the shelf. With the cold response he received, Miroku gritted his teeth and arched a brow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know&amp;hellip; It is not cute to be ignorant all the time. I can make you want me so bad, Shuuji!&amp;rdquo; but the shouting was never be heard as the young boy pretending that he didn&amp;rsquo;t listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The words &amp;ldquo;I can make you want me so bad&amp;rdquo; repetitively appeared on his head as he was busy arranging the books back to its placement on the shelf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Arghh.. why can&amp;rsquo;t he leave me alone? Always irritates me for whatever he says or does. Arghh, damn it! I hate him for bothering me so much.. Wha&amp;mdash;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t quit on you though you try to avoid me so bad, Shuuji&amp;rdquo; A husky voice whispered against his ear with a warm body wrapped around him from the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;How could he&amp;hellip;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shock was written on his face and he stood unmoving like a dead body as he was mesmerized by the reaction. No one ever hugged him that way so daringly blown seductive whisper to make him shudder in an instant. He flinched as Miroku kept on blowing hot breath along his neckline in erotic trails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;quot;Just let go, let the music take control babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Move your body, nothing crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So take it slow, there&amp;rsquo;s so many things I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I ain't leaving you, cuz I'm yours tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I know you want me, Shuuji..&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The image of the perverted guy who sang the perverted song making him finally snapped out from endless captivation and realized it was Miroku who embraced him shamelessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You! What the hell are you doing?&amp;rdquo; The young boy yelled and struggled against him. But he was tired with the cold act displayed by the other and tightened his hold around the waist without letting the other escaped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;The more you deny me, the more I want you. So be still and let me embrace you!&amp;rdquo; Miroku exclaimed but the other boy didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to agree with the proposed condition by struggling more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Assuming the young boy wouldn&amp;rsquo;t stop struggling, he spun the latter&amp;rsquo;s face around to meet his side and nudged one leg between the other&amp;rsquo;s thighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What? L-let me go, daammit!&amp;rdquo; Shuuji bit his lips at that, unknowingly the next action to be spotted was the older boy leaned closely with a pair of lips crushing his own to swollen in delicious force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;i style=""&gt;Mpphmphmm&lt;/i&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shuuji&amp;rsquo;s eyes then were settled at the budge of his pants in delicate manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Your thing seems to budge out. Be careful, people still can see you,&amp;rdquo; He said, finally letting go the rough kiss they shared while Shuuji panted heavily and trying to pull his breath back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But the image of perverted guy didn&amp;rsquo;t stop at the song because now it was practically experimented on his body. &amp;ldquo;Wh-what? Hey, where&amp;rsquo;re you touching dammit! Unn, ss-sstop ahhh!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;My hands&amp;hellip; the way I touch you, does it have the same radiance as I kiss you?&amp;rdquo; Hot husky breath tingling his skin as the other continued to spoke more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oh shit, his damn hands! Wait! Why would I feel like trembling every time he touches me? Oh no, I don&amp;rsquo;t feel&amp;hellip;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you feel mine~ Shuuji&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; A soft whisper that was almost tickled his ears enough to make him arching back. The man&amp;rsquo;s finger trailed from cheek to his neck then attacking his shoulder line. The man tightened his grip around Shuuji&amp;rsquo;s waist. A smirk illustrated on his face when Shuuji made a soft whimper, more or less like moaning in pleasure. What a great tease&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then the hand lowered to his waist and sneaked under Shuuji&amp;rsquo;s shirt. Shuuji whimpered as the hands teasingly roaming his chest and then landing at his nipples with playful twitched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah, d-don&amp;rsquo;t t-teas-tease me&amp;hellip; Ahhh!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When the young boy seemed lost at the teasing, Miroku instantly fastened the shirt and let half of the chest and back exposed. Another hand slipped onto his lower part, quickly fastened the pant and ducked into boxer. Miroku grabbed the shaft and stroke gently almost lightly touching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uhnn&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; To adding ultimate sensation, Miroku grinds his hips on his buttocks sexily and blew hot air to the young boy&amp;rsquo;s shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shuuji felt his head was spinning dizzily as the pleasure kept on feeding into him. Miroku took the chance, biting his teeth on top of his shoulder and sucked hard. Shuuji moaned once again. To his joy, Miroku smiled in satisfaction because the other boy already fell into his Midas touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then he grabbed his member and play around Shuuji&amp;rsquo;s buttock before sliding between the cheeks. Shuuji growled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I want you to sit on me&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Both of them finally on the floor. Miroku stared Shuuji&amp;rsquo;s back and pull the young man on top of him. Shuuji widened his range and poking Miroku&amp;rsquo;s lube coated member to his hole. To his shock, Miroku push up and forcely sliding inside which caused Shuuji to hiss in pain. &amp;ldquo;Uhnn w-wait! Ah!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t wait&amp;hellip; &amp;lsquo;It&amp;rsquo; can&amp;rsquo;t wait&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Shuuji shuddered at the older boy&amp;rsquo;s exclaim. His voice rather rough and husky which turned him on more as the other whispered some seductive words and nibbled his earlobes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Push in. Pull out. The repetition of the action caused Shuuji to go with the rhythm. As the speed turned to slow down, Miroku caught and grabbed on his thigh, sending the young man up and down on top of his member vigorously. Both of them growled at the sensation. Shuuji glanced to the corner, seeing the boy behind him groaning in pleasure. Suddenly Miroku shot a narrow stare and licked his own lips seductively that made the young boy blushed at instant and faced to the front. Then a hand turning his face to the back, while the older boy drawing closer near to his ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You like this, don&amp;rsquo;t you? I want to see your face when I&amp;rsquo;m hungrily eating you, Shuuji&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; The young boy gulped. At the moment, he felt down there was throbbed fully to the hilt. He could feel the other&amp;rsquo;s filling him with such delicate force, rocking his cavern with slight push then speeding up again which sending vibration to his whole hot body. As for Miroku, he was already nearly to the edge when Shuuji&amp;rsquo;s wall clenching tight around his eager shaft which it erected in proud and tall on once being stroked inside for continuous moment. The shaft was getting swollen more and more as it hit continuously to the wall and Miroku found himself searching to eagerly push his member deep down until he heard Shuuji&amp;rsquo;s cries that beg incoherent words of &amp;ldquo;Deeper&amp;rdquo;, &amp;ldquo;Harder&amp;rdquo; and &amp;ldquo;Fuck me more&amp;rdquo; every seconds he fucked the young boy hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shuuji tried to stroke his own member but was snapped by the man. Miroku kept on sliding him with a speedy rough rhythm, until both of them groaning for a release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uhn&amp;hellip; ahh&amp;hellip; Mm-Mi-Miro--kkuu&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Shuuji moaned seductively, desperately begging for release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I want more of you. So much more until you&amp;rsquo;re bored with me&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; With that one last sentence, Miroku thrusting his member deeper into the tightness causing the young one to scream loudly as he was hitting the spot that would send Shuuji to heaven. With more thrusts as they were already near the edge, Miroku grabbed the other and began stroking vigorously as they were enjoying to the peak of sex pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Later, they both shouted each other name as the tightening his muscles began to clutch with both of them spread thick seed of release and collapsed into each other embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why?&amp;rdquo; he asked tiredly, resting his back on the other&amp;rsquo;s chest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because I want you so much but you don&amp;rsquo;t let me&amp;hellip; I love you, silly! &amp;hellip;since the moment I saw you..&amp;rdquo; said the older boy, hugging him from the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I.. Miroku.. you..&amp;rdquo; Shuuji sputtered at his words, totally lost what to say. His new found feeling and the older boy&amp;rsquo;s bold confession made him felt like heaven but he wasn&amp;rsquo;t too sure he was ready for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know what you&amp;rsquo;ve been through&amp;hellip; and I&amp;rsquo;ll wait until you agree to come back to my arms heartily...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who would want to be with you&amp;hellip; you irritates me even more!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t care as long I know you want me to&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Baka! It damn hurts! It was my first time you know!&amp;rdquo; He barked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinning at the little one, Miroku patted on his bottom area. &amp;quot;Don't worry, you'll get use to it later.&amp;quot; He teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuuji shot a death glare but Miroku was looking slightly unnoticeably at the glare. Perhaps he needed more patiences to tame the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~owari~&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'll come back when it's over.</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T03:11:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-06T13:09:46Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Regina Spektor - The Call</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am going to be hiatus for a long time minna.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly but i need to do this for my own good sake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and glomps for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sorry for this inconvinience and until we meet again. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;/span&gt; from a far place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s&lt;/strong&gt;: i'll post the remaining fics and fancomix later but i won't reply your comments. so i want to thank you for all for the comments before hands.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;lt;333&lt;/span&gt; i love you guys very much. thanks once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] Heartbreaking Romance : Chapter 3</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T01:21:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T08:59:19Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Boyzone - Baby Can I Hold You Tonight</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: Heartbreaking Romance : Chapter 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: newssuki&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pairing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: Akame, slight TaNaka, Pi x Junno&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: They belong to each other but I own the plots! XD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: NC-17.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Genre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: Romance, Drama, Crack, Fluff, Slight angst&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: &lt;i style=""&gt;Italics&lt;/i&gt; for thoughts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Beta by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_mustenentwined3' lj:user='mustenentwined3' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mustenentwined3.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://mustenentwined3.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mustenentwined3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_dark_flare54' lj:user='dark_flare54' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://dark-flare54.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://dark-flare54.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;dark_flare54&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (thank you dears by having time to look at this.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;: It started at the café; two strangers noticed that they seem to check out one another too much. Both are straight, one with a secret affair and one has no love interest at all. But suspicious thoughts, urging, aching, wanting and lusting desire filled their madly rough beating heart. Soon decision has to be made. Is one daring to break the normality and experience the exciting wild journey? Can one only stand the irresistible feeling of making the one his own but no action was taken? If the decision only planned as a pleasurable mind’s game, why were there so much heartbreaking and loneliness every time they reached each levelling? If happiness is a fake, why such love trembling moments keep on racing their innocent hearts? In the end, if two hearts were made as one, will they realize it before deep sweet lies took a hold of their tangled lives?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="give kame more teasing, Jin!"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It was a wonderful sleep until he heard the sound of construction from above at 7.30 a.m. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Who the heck causes noise pollution this early in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yamapi covered his ears with the pillow to try and drown out the noise, but it was pointless. Then there were some vibrating sounds, which were replaced by the sound of chopping and sawing. A few minutes later the noise stopped and he began to drift back to sleep. Suddenly, a loud thud came from above, waking him up again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;What’s the problem with this hotel? Couldn’t that wait until most normal people are awake for the day, say 9 a.m.? I would have even settled for 8 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;His mood changed after the noise, disturbed his good sleep. So in between the sounds of construction his mind seemed to drift off yet his body still felt awake. It was a very strange in between place to be, where your dreams seem very real. He was dreaming about someone sucking and biting him all over his manhood during their lovemaking. It was so pleasant, but the noise interrupted his nice dream, and yet he somehow knew the mobile was going to ring. Sure enough, a minute or so later his mobile beeped and he was fully awoken, feeling completely irritated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;His mind dizzily wandered to last night’s lust. Last night was a bit of a blur and he barely remembered even coming here, letting himself loose in traversing the wide emotional gap between deep sexual emotion and romantic feeling. Both of them knew it was only an on/off kind of relationship. He conquered the man. He desperately wanted the man, and the man wanted his back. But does he love the man? Or does the other love him? It was a set of questions that were hard to answer. But there was this relaxing warmth, contentment and comfort he felt inside every time the other was close to him. He always had to guess if what he was feeling toward the latter was actually love itself, just a very strong pleasure, or an overwhelming feeling of kindness. Recently, the thoughts had kept on haunting him. He couldn’t conclude his own thoughts yet his heart always had the same pounding beat of pain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;His sleepy head took a moment to actually realize his mobile was ringing. He lazily flipped it open and read the message, which was sent by his best friend, Jin. It seemed Jin just got back safely from &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; two days ago and was on his way to the office. Yamapi didn’t send a reply because he was just too lazy to move his body, even his fingers. He turned around and saw his partner was not on the bed beside him. Shivering a little, he woke up and sat on the bed with comforter surrounding his bare chest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Good morning! Sorry I didn’t wake you up. I went to the hotel’s cafe to buy some breakfast meals but I happened to bump into my co-assistant at the hallway and we, ending up discussing our current projects at the cafe. So here, this is for you.” After closing the door behind him, Junno put the meal on the bedside table&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-16T18:50"&gt; &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and, smiled at Yamapi. He then walked to other side of the bed to pack his things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yamapi just stared at the man without uttering back the morning greeting. Somehow he felt like grieving because Junno seemed to have his breakfast at the café without him. “Leaving?” There was a sad tone in his voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Yeah. I have a meeting this morning at 8.30. I’m going to take the nearby train. So I need to step out early,” Junno explained without facing him. He was too busy packing, checking to see if any important things were left out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Junno was in town because he had to visit his company’s branch for two days to establish various quality-related tests. He was then supposed to select designs and materials that corresponded to the features and targets of the products in question. Today was the last day before he went back to Saitama. Yamapi and Junno had travelled many places in Japan, and since there was just so much work to do, they had a hard time getting around to all of it without breaking into a cold sweat. Though they had a strong urge to go home and mindlessly watch television, hang out with friends or spend time together, work and different living quarters always brought an issue between them. Therefore, both of them had little time to meet and they always ended up texting or calling each other from a distance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yamapi had met Junno before finding out that, a few years ago, Junno worked at the same company as Jin and Yoko. It seemed funny when he recalled their first encounter with each other. Junno tried to protect him with all his might. The taller man tried to save him one night from two perverted drunken men who playfully teased him behind a bar because of his cute appearance. When Junno crossed the street he saw that and tried to interfere. But it ended up with Yamapi doing the saving as Junno didn’t like to hurt people by fighting. When they got the chance to run away, he grabbed Junno’s wrist and pull him in the opposite direction from the drunkards for an escape. That was when they started to call themselves friends. From the first time he got to know Junno, it had been a disaster for him. It was annoying when a person often couldn’t sense the atmosphere during a conversation and kept saying the wrong things or would randomly say lousy jokes out of the blue. What made him stay friends with the man was his good nature and kind heart. Junno wouldn’t say ‘No’ to anything he said or complain when he sometimes treated the young man bad. As time passed, his heart bloomed with a wonderful cherished feeling every time they were together. He loved the hope he saw in Junno’s eyes when he was feeling down. He loved the innocent look when Junno smiled. He loved the way Junno created tremendous miracles in his life. His life seemed so complete when he got Jin and Yoko as his best friends but when Junno came; it became fascinating in a way he didn’t expect to see. Every time Junno went away from his sight, it was like a piece of him was taken too. And everything are to happen seemed to rotate the same way when Junno left him until there was always pain aching inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“But I can send you off to work…” He chuckled seeing Yamapi make a pouting sad look on his face. He knew Yamapi drove to the hotel last night&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-17T18:49"&gt;,&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but he didn’t want to burden the man with having to send him to work. Junno knelt down on the bed and, drew his body closer to the other man, almost closing the distance between their bodies. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“You need to get up. It’s time for you to go to work, too.” Junno pecked a kiss on the tip of his lips and smiled. Yamapi sighed but put on a weak smile. Their eyes met, staring deep with burning gazes. Junno closed his eyes when Yamapi gently brushed his lips with kisses as gentle and as sweet giving butterflies to his stomach. He pulled the man away to shorten the kiss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“You don’t need to be nice, Pi… It’s just me and you, not us. It’ll always be this way…” Junno reminded him, casting a painful look.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yamapi cupped the young man’s face, drew him closer and whispered, “Sometimes I just forget about it and slips away…” He kissed Junno again on the lips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;However, the sudden ringing of Yamapi’s mobile broke their intimate moment. “It’s your call!” Junno exclaimed and got off the bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yamapi grasped a hold of Junno’s wrist, causing the young man to tremble a bit. “When are you coming to &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; again?” He randomly popped a question.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Not anytime soon. It depends on the jobs. I need to go, it’s late.” Looking away, Junno grabbed his coat with his left hand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Don’t treat me nicely, Pi… or I won’t be able to stop falling for you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He didn’t quite understand why Yamapi had behaved so childishly recently and made cute pouting faces every time he left for work or important matters. It’s not like they had a serious relationship. They both knew that they should not be together because if they were to be found out, it could ruin both happy homes. Living two lives just wasn’t easy at all, but they had to hang in there or fall. None of their friends or even close friends like Jin and Yoko could sense the clinging-but-absolute-no-future sort of relationship between them. As far as he knew, Yamapi would always be his friend no matter what he felt. Lots of pretty girls occupied Yamapi’s daily life, so what was there to thrust in for? Besides, Junno thought, everything was only a game that he played and he knew there wouldn’t be any feelings attached, only lust, to keep away the work tension.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yamapi pulled him close, making his body closer while showing off his own sexy torso. “Call me when you’re free next time. Don’t text me.” He tightened his grip then kissed the other until he was out of breath. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Umphh --- Pi, --- the phone! --- Umphh --- Pi!!” Junno pushed the man away. Yamapi chuckled as his whole body dropped onto the bed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Call me!” He shouted but the door was slammed shut. Again. There was tiny, bitter feeling inside and it caused him to heave a long sigh. He quickly answered the waiting call from his officemate. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Jin, Junno’s birthday will come in four days. Do you have any plans?” Yamapi asked while putting on his tie in front of the mirror. He had received a second call from Jin few minutes ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Ugh, nope. Is there going to be a celebration? That guy is a pain in the ass sometimes. No need to prepare anything. Just dump him in the games paradise, he will be happy enough!” Jin said recklessly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Baka! He’s our friend. Don’t be selfish. I’ll find Yoko to discuss this since there’s no point discussing it with you.” Yamapi laughed while fixing his clothes before he went off to work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Suddenly Jin’s attention was disrupted by a figure that was walking towards the pedestrian crossing. “Hey, talk later. Bye!” Jin hung up the call, quickly rushing to the person before he disappeared from sight. He put on his black tinted sunglasses and purposely stood in front of the young man. There were a lot of people waiting and Jin intentionally stepped back to avoid standing too close to any of the other people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Ouch, that hurt!” The person stood behind him screamed, but not that loud, as Jin had only accidentally stepped on his foot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Oh, I’m sorry lady…” He twirled his back to the scream. &lt;i style=""&gt;Ah… it’s really him. &lt;/i&gt;Jin smiled as he realized fate really did play its role for him to meet the other again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Excuse me!” The man sounded irritated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Oops, wrong guess. Ain’t a lady… but how come you look like one?” He grinned naughtily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“You’re blind, I guess!” The man retorted back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“But I think you’re pretty. And you have quite a girlish voice when you’re screaming, so it concludes my perception.” Jin winked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I think you better go and see the doctor. That might solve your ridiculous problems.” Kame walked past him as the pedestrian crossing light turned green, ignoring the conversation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Eh? Do I need to? Why?” Jin tailed behind the young one, showing his cute questioning face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Because you have this-this…” Kame was thinking of the reasons to stop following him, “eye sight problem. There’s some damage inside your brain. Ah! Don’t forget, hearing problems too.” Kame nodded knowingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Ooh, someone is caring about me. I am definitely very happy. And thankful too!” Jin grinned more. But Kame found it was annoying to continue talking with the older man. &lt;i style=""&gt;Why did I meet him here in the first place? I shouldn’t be talking anymore&lt;/i&gt;. Kame just sighed and crossed the road. He stopped at the cafe nearby to sit for a drink. The older man pulled out a chair and sat in front him, making Kame sigh once more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“What’re you doing here?” Kame asked irritatingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Thirsty. Ah! Two drinks. One black coffee with breakfast omelette set. Uh, one…” Jin looked at Kame, hinting him to order.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Give me a latte only,” Kame ordered. “I thought you were thirsty,” Kame pointed out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“How thoughtful of you. I know you care about me, don’t deny it.” Jin giggled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“By the way, my name’s Akanishi Jin. What’s yours?” Kame was startled by his introduction. He never knew this man was such an asshole.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“You’re so direct. Why should I talk to a stranger?” Kame twitched, without caring about introducing himself to the man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Ouch! It’s because I’m irresistible. I guess it’s my nature to meet people around, since my job demands me to,” Jin explained. Kame shrugged and wondered how he can get away from the man who kept on following him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Once the waiter handed over their meals, there was a call coming from the older man’s mobile. Kame assumed that it must be his officemate since he’s muttering about works stuff. He kept silent until the man finished his phone call and then Jin started talking. Feeling a bit irritated, Kame ignored the conversation by just focusing on drinking his latte until it was finished. Though he was annoyed by Jin’s talkativeness, there was a moment he found the older man rather cute: when he freely smiled and laughed at Kame’s sharp tongue. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I guess the fate really plays its role, Jin. We meet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kame hid his twisting emotion that stumbled inside. It just a feeling of no one knows yet what it will become to be. He smiled suddenly when he remembered the first moment they met. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It started at a coffee shop; they started out as strangers who didn’t take the chance to cross path by saying a simple ‘Hello’. Then they disappeared to their own life again without any encounters. After a time, Kame ran into him at the Garden Scarlet, sleeping on a bench under the brick shelter. Kame blushed as the memory of Jin embracing him while a sleep flew to his mind. It was funny how from simple things, the best things began. They met again in another cafe. This time was different because Jin moved forward, taking the chance to become closer to him, and his serene life began to embark onto a new journey. It was a new life-changing moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Looking at his watch, Kame excused himself to go to the toilet. Jin stared at the young man, who stood up and left him alone at the table. Something fell on the floor so Jin, bent down to pick it up. It was a business card and the name of it was Kamenashi Kazuya, the Client Reporting Manager at Legal Futures Japan Company. He smirked as he thought it must be belong to the other man. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Ignoring me is not a good thing, Kamenashi Kazuya…” Jin murmured against the card as he finally knew the young man’s real name.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Looking at himself at the mirror, Kame washed his hands using the free soap on the sink’s bowl. Then he washed his face and dried it with a toilet’s paper tissue. After he moved the tissue away from his face, Kame was shocked to see Jin standing a mere few inches behind him. There was no one around, except the two of them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“How long have you been standing there?” Kame rolled his eyes, sighing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Eh? You didn’t see me coming? It was just uhh--” he looked at his watch, “two minutes ago.” Jin gave Kame a smug look. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Feeling irritated with the man since it was not a pleasure to know him, Kame twirled his body and met the older man’s gaze. His anger seemed about to explode anytime from being totally annoyed yet he didn’t care about the other man at all. The man was just being an annoying brat who hadn’t left him alone from the moment they accidentally met. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It would have been better if I didn’t meet him at all, for god’s sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Kame screamed irritatingly inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Look. I should be going to work now. Let’s stop here. Ah, you should be going too,” Kame noted with a sheepish smile overtaking the irritation on his face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“My car is outside, if you want a ride, it would be my pleasure,” Jin winked. But Kame ignored his offering.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jin grabbed Kame’s hands in sudden, making his body twirl back to Jin as he walked away from the sink. A heavy breath was forced out of him at the sudden impact. Jin let out a devilish smirk before taking control over the other’s shocked state and crushing the other’s soft lips with his own. Jin tightened his hold around Kame’s waist while Kame tremulously pushed on the man’s chest to free himself. He was frightened at the sultry look in Jin’s eyes. While he rubbed his own crotch against Kame’s thigh vigorously for a couple of seconds, he murmured into the trapped man’s ear that it was a shame to waste a kind offer like that. Jin chuckled seeing the man who trapped under his embrace and kiss, struggling for freedom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You are so pure and innocent. It makes me lose control, Kazu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; The nickname he just had thought to call the other man by. Jin stopped teasing him and let Kame run for his life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“We’re definitely going to meet again, Kamenashi Kazuya. It’s fate!” Kame was startled as he heard the man’s shout after he had slammed the door shut. He didn’t listen as he was too shocked by his reaction. Probably because it was the first time someone hit on him like that. He didn’t like the idea of his first encounter being in the toilet, of course! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hey wait a minute! I’m supposed to complain like a mad person here! The person who hit on you is a man, idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; He tried slapping his cheeks but ended up with his palms merely cupping his blushing face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The memories of the way Jin kissed, looked into his eyes and ran his fingers along his back just now worked like a brush, painting the exquisite picture of love with shades of sensitivity and layers of lust. A gentle, short kiss was enough to send overwhelming electricity running along his body. But there was something that left him wondering. It felt like he had been kissed before by that man, but he knew he had never experienced that once. Somehow the way the other moved his lips caused a familiar vibration that exploded in Kame’s inner being. He acknowledged that the man was quite skilled, and also knew another thing for sure, he wasn’t positive if living his ordinary and straight life was enough to satisfy him anymore. What would happen if he really wanted to test this new, life-changing moment with that man? Was it a fair-play game or something he would regret later? Too many suspicious and weird thoughts racked into his brain. Once in a while he shook his head, feeling awkward at the thoughts but also feeling a strange excited bewilderment inside at the same time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;After a week of tiring work, Kame was the happiest person when his friend, Koki, was on good terms with Nakamaru again after their fight a few days ago. Hikari always visited Koki’s apartment during weekends when there were not a lot of assignments or projects on hand. Everything seemed to be back in order as normal. Today Koki was taking the day off as the boss wanted him to rest after travelling and meeting clients all over the place. Therefore, he took the chance to bring Nakamaru and Hikari on a family vacation as they were also in the middle of semester break. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;That left Kame alone in the office while the rest of his team was out reporting the investment report to their clients. But his boss, Takizawa-san, had assigned him extra work to conduct a performance review for new trainees in their department as he acknowledged Kame was suited more for the decision-making among the best managers he have. As time ticked to 1 o’clock in the afternoon, he went to Level 12 to meet Koyama for a quick meeting. Then finally at 2 o’clock, he wandered out of the building, thinking of having his late lunch at one of his favourite cafe two blocks away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kame sat away from the crowded area outside and hiding a bit inside the café as he reached the desired place. While having his lunch, he heard footsteps coming towards his table.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“How come I meet you so often recently?” Kame shrugged when Jin finally sat next to Kame at the cafe. The other man always appeared out of nowhere, he didn’t expect for them to meet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I’m your shadow, that explains it,” Jin wickedly grinned. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Speaking of shadows, Kame saw the figure of a familiar person walking into the cafe. It was the same person whom he never wanted to cross paths again again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Oh, no. Not her again,” Kame quickly looked away in the hopes that she wouldn’t see him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Kame chan!” The girl smiled when she saw him. It was Ai-chan, his ex-schoolmate who happened to have crush on him. Kame slowly stood up. She hugged Kame hard, making him wobble. Jin stared at the girl and the tight hug in annoyance. Seeing his precious Kame seemed uncomfortable with the girl, an idea popped into Jin’s head for a rescue plan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“What’re you doing? He is my boyfriend. Stay away from him, girl!” Jin sounded fierce in his words. The girl was shocked and annoyed by the older man’s warning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Boyfriend?” Kame looked awkwardly at Jin who was now standing close behind him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Just follow what I say if you don’t want to meet her again,” Jin whispered softly in his ear, sending shivers to his spine because to him, the way Jin standing and whispering were very seductive to him. Without hesitation, Kame obeyed though he was not sure of what the other man was thinking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I don’t believe it, there is no way you guys---” The girl’s jaw dropped as she watched Jin pull Kame into a hug and peck a kiss on Kame’s soft lips. Kame pulled his head back a little, surprised at Jin’s doing. People around them were staring, making Kame’s face redden in shame.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I hate you for this, Kame chan! Don’t expect to see me ever again!” She yelled while crying softly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“And you! Have him by yourself. There are a lot of guys who want to date me. I don’t need this cheap ass guy!” Kame rubbed his leg where she kicked it, trying to sooth the pain. Jin pulled Kame out of the café as he noticed they were creating a big scene for people to watch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Thank me later. First, let’s get out of here.” Kame shyly obeyed Jin without lifting his head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Where are we heading to?” Kame asked curiously as they were outside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Ah! My car is nearby that building. After that I can send you to whatever place you want to go.” Jin winked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Lunch time is over. I’m going back to my office. It’s only a few blocks away. I can walk. Thanks.” Kame twirled his body and walked in opposite direction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Don’t resist me, Kazu. I’m your shadow wherever you’re hiding, Kamenashi Kazuya!” Jin exclaimed, but Kame ignored the older man. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wait. Kazu? Since when did I give him permission to call me ‘Kazu’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Kame halted and glanced back at Jin irritatingly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“How did you know my name? I didn’t--”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Your business card, honey! Here.” Jin pull out the card from his pocket and waving it to the other man who was already shocked by the reaction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“And-and, don’t call me honey!” Kame twirled his body again and this time he sped up his walking pace as he felt his face blushing to his ear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jin smirked in amusement as he stared at Kame before the young man disappeared out of sight. &lt;i style=""&gt;I made my decision, Kazu. I’m going to get you. Soon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Junno sat on a bench near a green field after he had walked around downtown for an hour. He chewed his bread while watching the kids play soccer. He could hear the sound of the Shinkansen landing at the nearby station. He just had his work done one hour ago, after all the testing showed successful results. He purposely walked to this place, a place where he could relax his busy mind. The sound of the kids’ laughter as they played around after scoring made him smile even more. There was a saying ‘Treasure youth while you still can before you regret it in old times’. Looking back on it now, living a carefree life gave you such freedom, with few problems to think about, but that changes when we grow older. Junno’s smile dimmed slightly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He read the message which he received few minutes ago. Certainly it was from Yamapi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;His friend. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Or his hot on/off affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Although they had been sleeping together a long time, both of them kept their affair as a deep secret they won’t share. Not even to their best friends. Looking back on these past few years, there was no progress in their relationship because it was not a truly serious case to look at. But their feeling of comfort when they’re together pilled up as the days went by and it seemed Yamapi hadn’t tired of him yet. Sometimes he just kept wondering about love and if there were various degrees when loving someone. He wondered if it had something to do with being aware of that person’s energy field, and feeling comfortable with it. He wasn’t too sure how long they going to stay this way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As for the matter of time, he knew one of them might change, progressing along with the times. It’s kind of sad and a tragedy when someone you happen to take for granted was someone you might fall in love with in the future. He yearned for a place that was meant for him in that person’s heart. But whatever he felt, it doesn’t matter to Yamapi because they weren’t started out as an official couple anyway. It was more likely as secret lover but no love attached. Leaving the man for good caused him pain, but staying in for longer would have caused him loneliness. Yamapi always leaned to him whenever the other was in need. Only for the purpose of lust, of course. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Work tension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;, he believed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But he gets girlfriends everywhere he goes, why do I need to stick with him? You’re such a fool, Junno…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; He reminded himself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For the first time, he felt his heart ach and that came from thinking too much about the man. However, there was something different about the way Yamapi treated him these few months.&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T02:23"&gt; &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Yamapi’s actions were full of care and so gentle. The man always called rather than texting like he normally did in the past. The man would call if Junno wasn’t responding to his messages or voice calls. The man also spent a lot of his free time with him these days. Sometimes Yamapi would suggest going to amusement park or catching a movie at night after work. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A sudden ringing tone distracted his wandering mind. He looked at the Caller ID. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yamapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He heaved a pained sigh. For a few seconds, he just watched the phone ring and buzz before he pulled out the battery and the call went dead. He flipped shut his phone and put it back in his front pant’s pocket. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;What’re you up to now, Pi? Don’t treat me this way or else I can’t stop myself from loving you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But Junno knew it wasn’t for show as he cared for the other. He didn’t mind to stay as what they have now as long as his friend was happy. As long as Yamapi needed him by his side, he was happy too. After staying for a few minutes, Junno went back home by his own without meeting Yamapi like he always did when he was around Tokyo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kame bid farewell to other workers and went to the lift. He walked along the garden corridor and went down to the stairs. He frowned as he saw someone was leaning against the hard metal fence. &lt;i style=""&gt;I guess my life has become pretty hard to deal with now.&lt;/i&gt; Kame threw a weak smile and then shrugged as he ignored the older man and walked pass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Wait up, Kazu!” The older man exclaimed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“What’re you doing here?” Kame asked as the older man tailed behind him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Going home of course! Um… with you.” Jin grinned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kame twirled around and shot Jin an angry face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Uuu… That’s scary. But I can be a lot scarier you know,” Jin said as he scratched his left foot on the floor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Are you done stalking me? Don’t you have another life to do?” Kame sighed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jin gave a focused look and narrowed his eyes. Jin knew that Kame liked the way he playfully touched, teased and annoyed the latter. Just a little more steps then his plan would be a success.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“No. I like it. Don’t you?” Jin responded with an evil smirk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Then you’re crazy.” Kame walked away but Jin kept tailing him. Suddenly, there was an ugly sound from Kame’s stomach. Because he was busy all day, he skipped his lunch to get his work done. He needed to work hard to get promoted and he didn’t realize he has not eaten proper meal these days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I’m hungry. Let’s dine somewhere.” Jin grabbed his wrist, making the latter ran with him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kame flushed red as the older man noticed he was in hungry state. They reached at a fancy restaurant and Jin asked for a table for two in private corner. It was Jin’s treat though Kame refused his offer at first. But seeing as the food was temptingly delicious, Kame didn’t care anymore and enjoyed eating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“There’s something on your face.” Jin said. Kame wiped it away but Jin repeated his words.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Let me do it,” he offered. Kame was worried because of their close distance as Jin drew closer to him. Jin moved his face closer to Kame. Kame gulped at the closeness but he didn’t push the older man away. Then unexpectedly, Jin licked clean the bit of food on the corner of Kame’s mouth, causing Kame’s body to tremble and move backwards. Jin pulled his shoulder hard, making Kame came forward again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Don’t move, it’s still there,” Jin whispered while licking it. Kame froze and sat straight without moving his position. The way Jin licked the corner of his mouth melted his veins. The tongue desperately moved closer and, almost touched his lips until Kame shut his eyes. Jin chuckled, seeing the young man obey his words but he stopped his action. Kame felt weird as Jin made no movement at all and he opened his eyes. Jin’s face was a few inches away from his face. Kame stared back at him; saw the devilish look that was always in his dark eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Give in to me. Then I’ll continue,” Jin smirked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kame blinked upon hearing the older man’s request, and pushed him away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“You shouldn’t be doing that. Someone might see us. Just—just… Just finish your food!” Kame uttered in an uneasy voice. Jin laughed, seeing Kame’s uneasiness and continued to enjoy eating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;After the dinner, they walked side by side along the garden in front of the restaurant before reaching to Jin’s car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Woah! Isn’t that beautiful? It’s a colourful pond with many rainbow coloured lights.” Kame cheered in fascination.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jin smiled looking at the side of Kame he never seen before. “Yes. You’re beautiful,” he murmured.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The words Kame just barely heard startled him. The older man was paying attention to his behaviour. He fastened his pace but took a different route instead of heading towards the car.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Where’re you going?” Jin asked furiously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Home, of course!” Kame shouted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T10:59"&gt;“&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T10:59"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In my car,&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T11:00"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="msoDel"&gt;&lt;del cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T11:00"&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;” Jin grabbed Kame’s waist and shock him a bit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jin opened the door, “Get in or do you want us hugging each other for the whole night?” Jin naughtily winked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kame quickly pushed him aside and squished inside the car. Jin chuckled more. Along the way, they bickered at each other. Jin put on a wide amused smile because he loved touching, teasing and annoying the other one so much. He enjoyed making fun of the young man because Kame was adorably cute in everything he said and did. Saying one thing but &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;acting another way. He could see Kame sigh each time he teased the young man. Adorable was the word. &lt;i style=""&gt;My adorable Kazu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Once they reached their destination, Kame unfastened the seat belt, showed his gratitude by saying ‘Thanks’ and made his way out. &lt;i style=""&gt;Not so fast, Kazu&lt;/i&gt;. Jin pulled the Kame close making the young man tremble against his chest. He lifted the other’s chin to meet his gaze.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Wh-what?” Kame mumbled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I hate the way you are so easy, Kazu,” Jin warned softly. Kame didn’t understand what the older man meant but somehow it was like a warning statement. Anger shot to his face but before he could say anything, he was cut by Jin’s lips on his.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Umphh.. Who’re --- umphh --- you --- ummphh --- to judge --- umphh --- mmm—mee?” Jin brushed his soft lips again and again until Kame stopped resisting the kiss. Before he could enjoy the kiss deeper, however, Jin pulled away making Kame frown and panted heavily. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“That’s for throwing up on my suit, Kazu,” he murmured close to the other’s ear. Suddenly, the night when Kame ran into a stranger popped into his mind. Therefore, he finally understood it was Jin at the Scarlet Garden pavement where they accidentally banged into each other during the night he was getting home from his company’s party. Jin chuckled when he noticed the other recall the memory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“You want me, Kazu. Don’t keep denying it, I already know. So let me in… why don’t you, baby?” Jin whispered huskily. Kame blinked tremendously as the older man kept on staring him like a mouse was going to be eaten by a hungry cat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Don’t be so full of yourself. You’re so wrong.” Kame twisted sideways and moved out as quickly as he could. Jin let the young man go without stopping him because he knew Kame won’t probably be far from his sight. And he believed that one day the young man will beg to be with him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jin slid down his window and shouted, “You can’t runaway from me. I’m irresistible, Kazu. You want me!” Kame tried to stop his ears from listening and ran towards his apartment on the ground floor. Jin smirked at himself, feeling satisfied. Then he drove his car away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“I want you so much, Kazu. I’m going to break you until you surrender to me, baby… one&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T11:10"&gt; &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;day… just wait… you’ll be mine…” He muttered alone in the night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Back at his apartment, Kame curled himself on the bed. Moments later, he got out of bed because he was unable to sleep and went to stand by an open window. It is a chilly Friday night, a few hours before midnight. He saw a plane heading toward the south up in the sky. Suddenly there was fire, an accident happened somewhere and caused the area to float with flames and smoke. His attention was riveted on the location but it was hard to watch from his apartment’s view. He sat on the bed again and his mind wandered to the empty spaces. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Thinking of the man. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Processing a life review since he met the man. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Akanishi Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A name that could make you fly high in your imagination. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He then looked at his trembling body as his excitement level rose. He didn’t touch himself yet, thinking of the teasing and kissing moments began a wonderful transformation that left him as &lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T11:14"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;exited as he had ever been touched by that man at the moment. Somehow deep inside, the arousal steam began to move back and forth in his scrotum, turning in excitement. His semi-hard &lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T11:15"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erection moved from side to side as more blood flowed into it from his stroking. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As the stimulation continued, his member became stiff and swollen, pointing upward. It was unusual for him to act this way but the increased level of his stroking on his throbbing member made him losing&lt;span class="msoIns"&gt;&lt;ins cite="mailto:Alyssa%20W.%20Potok" datetime="2008-07-19T11:17"&gt; &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;himself. Later, after few more hard strokes, he came with a drop of ejaculate dangling on the tip of his full erected member. He then lay his body down on the bed, tiredly gasping for air as he caught his breath.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh my god! Don’t tell me I just jerked myself off while, thinking of him? Hell, shit!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A/N&lt;/span&gt;: Pi x Junno? 0_0 akira shock!! thehehe.. seriously i laugh when i read your guesses about who's kissing Junno. lol oh what a secret affair~ akame moments &amp;lt;333 i squeallll when i wrote it! hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;it's the way you want him, kame~&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; one of the issue that always occur in our life : INSECURITY. this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; time it's about Junno and Pi.&amp;nbsp; i know the pairing it's new and weird somehow interesting =P that's a twist I promise you lol if you follow my way of writing, i purposely put TaNaka in Chap1-2b. Then replace by Pi x Junno, might take 3 chaps I guess. Perhaps introduction of new pairing to come in future chaps? lol Yoko doesn't much shine because he lives happily life with cool Leah =P 3 more chaps to climax part, I can't wait! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Fic] Ain't Love Strange - Prologue</title>
    <published>2008-06-21T12:02:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-05T16:55:38Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>The Jets - You Got It All</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Ain&amp;rsquo;t Love Strange&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: RyoKame (Nishikido Ryo/Kamenashi Kazuya)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: PG (Safe for now)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre&lt;/b&gt;: AU, Romance, Slight Angst, Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta by&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_eddicted' lj:user='eddicted' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://eddicted.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://eddicted.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;eddicted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_miyukaii' lj:user='miyukaii' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://miyukaii.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://miyukaii.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;miyukaii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Thanks for your ideas and prompts. Help me a lot *hugs*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1 : A rich heir who is stuck with the miserable relationships he had in the past.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2 : A normal guy who just wanted to be love. But his female-ish appearance never gave him that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1 + Case 2 = Their fate collides and thy are in for the biggest twist of their life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;++++&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Prologue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Verse I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Finally I reached the Tokyo International Airport after rushed here by a taxi. Unbelievable!! Two long delay in two years of sequence. Last year, I won the Special Massage and Spa ticket and a trip to Okinawa for 2 days but the flight time was mistakenly printed on the ticket. So I needed to settle it for about 2 hours of waiting. Now I went through the customs with a slight problem, the officer was asking me why I did not put the full address of where I am staying so got it delayed a bit but luckily I was able to go through. Did my luck has run out or it's the company's problem? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Thank God I don&amp;rsquo;t need to experience more hours of waiting. So sick of it! I sighed in relief as the process turned out to be much faster than I thought. After I checked in at the counter for the third time, I double checked my things while heading to the Immigration desk before proceeding to boarding gate. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Luggage. Check.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wallet. Check.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maps. Check.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Passport and Boarding Pass. Check.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jacket. Check.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah! Sorry.&amp;rdquo; I heard a woman&amp;rsquo;s voice as we unconsciously bumped into each other. I hurled myself around on the floor with all my things that I kept in hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She looked surprised and bowed for an apology. Embarrassment was everywhere in my face. I shook my head politely and picked up my things fast.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No. It&amp;rsquo;s my fault. I should be careful when walking. Are you hurt?&amp;rdquo; I asked, concerned about her. She shook her head and replied that she was totally fine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;After collecting my things at super speed, aware that people were watching us, I said &amp;lsquo;Sorry&amp;rsquo; with a bow and urged myself to hurriedly walking to the Immigration desk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Michiru!&amp;rdquo; She gasped and turned her head around to seek for the voice calling. Her name is Michiru then, I guessed with a nod. Leaving her alone, I walked pass the crowd. My eyes suddenly gazed intently at a man who also walked pass beside me. He was wearing a nice black suit with an expensive half-fur coat and shiny black shoe. The sterling silver pendant lettered &amp;lsquo;N&amp;rsquo; caught my gazed with an alluring sight. It was supported by a miniature hand of enamelled diamond on top, fully covering the letter. From the way he dressed and he walked, he was sort of from the rich people. I noticed his eyes were cold and lonely then later flickering with a smile upon his face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Michiru!&amp;rdquo; He screamed out the name. Unexpectedly I turned my head back as I realized he was calling the name of the woman whom we accidentally knocked into each other a while ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He must be her boyfriend. He looked so young in his twenties to be a married man. Or maybe it was his handsome face with cold and stunning appearance that tricked people&amp;rsquo;s perception. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Boarding calls for Flight No. JH1707. Flight is ready for departure. Please board at Gate 3 immediately.&amp;rdquo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The repetitive calls for Hawaii Flight to Boarding gate filled my head. Shit! Temper and anxiety rushed me. I quickened my pace as the final announcement echoed around the airport. I enjoyed my seat once I safely boarded the aircraft and onto the plane. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The view from the window was nothing much compared when the plane was flying. I flipped out the magazine in front me and comfortably enjoyed the seat. This was my first trip abroad without friends or family. I won a ticket to Hawaii through a crossword competition in the newspaper. Since I was on holidays from semester break, I decided to enjoy this 4 days trip to Hawaii.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;quot;Good day, ladies and gentlemen. We are delighted to welcome you aboard JAL Airways, the airline that tells it like it is. Please ensure that your seat belt is fastened, your seat back is upright and your tray-table is stowed&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yosh! Let&amp;rsquo;s enjoy and have a relaxing vacation. I was excited with joy. Hawaii, here I come!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;++++&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Verse Two&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I hopped on the escalator, way down to the ground floor and made my way exited at the arrival gate. I carried my luggage along on my right side; I walked to the waiting crowd. My eyes kept looking for a familiar face that I long to see. Then I saw a man bowed in front of her but from the way it looked, they might accidentally smashed into each other as I watched the man collected his things on the floor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My eyes were caught between the innocent of a lady and the fond beauty of a man that I found speechless to speak. He wore a sunglasses and simple clothes on with jeans and colourful shirt. I bet he must be on a vacation. He looked so neat and slender but I found it cute when he clumsily unconsciously dropped his things again. I giggled when I saw a pink blushed on his face but I looked away as we passed by each other. My eyes were then focused on the standing girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There she was, looking so trouble and apologized so many times for her fault. She smiled so innocently yet her innocence was the beautiful sight that warmed my vulnerable heart. After being away for two weeks at New York, I have been waiting to meet her again. I was missing her too much, I guessed. Our relationship was only 4 month long but nothing serious happened. I was thankful that I found her and to me, she was just an angel who brightened up my days after few broken hearts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Michiru!&amp;rdquo; I shouted but the noise was too loud for her to hear. Furthermore the sudden flight announcement seemed to battle with my own voice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She heard. I saw she was turning around as if somebody was calling her name. I chuckled at her reaction and shouted more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I quickly ran into her as I was hardly to be seen from the blocking crowd.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Michiru!&amp;rdquo; She made a shocked face but then her smiles were the one I&amp;rsquo;ve been looking for. In a quick moment, she called out my name and seemed delightful to see me. Her smile was equally as eager as my racing heart. I stopped and she immediately gave me a warm hug. I blinked at her spontaneous act because it was the first time she behaved that way. Felt a bit too easy but she seemed so sweet. Maybe she opened up a little for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okaeri! &amp;hellip;Ryo-kun.&amp;rdquo; She greeted me with her innocent smile again. I looked into her eyes, returning the smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A/N&lt;/b&gt;: my first attempt to write RyoKame fic and its multichap lol The funny thing is I just wrote what I felt like it and at the end I didn't expect the story came this way. Seriously I don't have any idea or prompt I want to narrate but right now I do have a point.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Let's say this fic is about a fate meeting between 2, when u walk pass some strangers along ur way in ur daily life, there's 1% of chances that the person might be your destined love. =) so i want to prove that theory by writing this fic. (Uhh... I guess? LOL)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>[Oneshot] Always In Pain</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T06:46:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T05:19:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;: Always in Pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;: newssuki&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_xx_lovelain_xx' lj:user='xx_lovelain_xx' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xx-lovelain-xx.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-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://xx-lovelain-xx.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xx_lovelain_xx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; ( Thanks Yanni chan for beta-ing. Next time if I made Pikame fic, I&amp;rsquo;ll refer to you for beta, can I? =D sorry to bother u always x3 )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;: Pikame, Slight Akame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;: PG-13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre&lt;/b&gt;: Angst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;: He could only watch him from a distance. He could only love from afar. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t touch the soul or grab the heart. Because he&amp;rsquo;s not the one whom that person longs for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;font size="3"&gt;Super Tears Attack! Please prepare tissue as your shield.&lt;/font&gt; Thank you XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i style=""&gt;Italics&lt;/i&gt; for thoughts. &lt;i style=""&gt;Italics&lt;/i&gt; plus &lt;b style=""&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; for flash backs. Credits to chikara because I used a little conversation from Jin&amp;rsquo;s press conference translation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;A/N&lt;/b&gt;: Okay, I made another oneshot again. This is not the best oneshot I made, I was just lazing around and feeling very upset. Sorry to pikame fans but I made you guys very, very sad. Yamapi got no luck at this time. Well, that&amp;rsquo;s life. But I hurt Yamapi in another way round. T_T but it&amp;rsquo;s sad to leave Yamapi like that!! *cries*I don&amp;rsquo;t like angst too much&amp;hellip; *hugs Pi chan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yamapi sat on the couch next to the glass window, staring at the crowd. His grim eyes instantly caught a slender figure who was wandering down the street and making his way into the building. Those beautiful eyes, with tiny soft lips, curvy long hair with a feminine touch; everything about the figure seemed perfect and spellbinding, like the sight of a white angel. He clenched his shirt to where his heart was suffering. If only he had the strength to let it show, but he was too afraid of rejection. He was a man who has his pride to protect. He didn&amp;rsquo;t know how much longer he could stand and watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Kazu, I can't fight this feeling anymore, but if I confess it to you, would you able to trust in my feelings for you?&amp;rdquo; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If he successfully confessed to Kame, Yamapi wondered if Kame would be able to response to those feelings he held in his heart. Would his confession erase all the unnecessary doubts Kame might have for Yamapi's true feelings? Furthermore, Yamapi always thought that Kame would not take a confession from him seriously, seeing it as a joke, because Yamapi had never showed his feelings towards the latter before. Care and love are different things so Kame might only think of Yamapi as friend because he only ever saw Yamapi care for him as a friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The urge to tell the truth was pressing against him with a startling desperation. After Nobuta wo Produce drama, they started to be good friends. They finally settled out their silly fights they had long time ago and made up to each other. Without realization, his feelings for Kame started growing in intensity and the latter&amp;rsquo;s personality started growing on him though slowly but gradually. Yet it was becoming increasingly difficult for Yamapi to resist the growing sensation of feelings he felt each day. The air that he breathed felt like it was blocked and his life was being choked to death. His left hand trailed the figure upon the glass, trying to touch the person. The person smiled at the staff who greeted him at the entrance. His cheerful side still showed but Yamapi knew it was an attempt to cover up what was below the surface. He knew a smile would not mend a broken heart. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Even though the world can only see your sweet, yet tender smile, you can&amp;rsquo;t hide your sadness from me. You may be able to fool the rest of the world, but you will never be able to fool me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He gritted his teeth and crushed his fist into the couch hard. His hidden heart was in torture, crippled by the vein that streamed in an uncontrollable desire, along with the enormous pain inside. He looked through the glass but the person was out of sight now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Lost like you were nowhere can be held out. Lost like an untied red thread between us, clinging merciless upon unsteady fate.&amp;rdquo; He chuckled, his face looking at his feet, only a hard smile shown. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yamashita san, you got two hours left before appearing at Zoom In Saturday programme. I think it&amp;rsquo;s better to be there in time.&amp;rdquo;The female staff carefully explained his schedule for the day and tomorrow. Yamapi listened to every detail and nodded in understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, don&amp;rsquo;t worry. I won&amp;rsquo;t be late.&amp;rdquo; Yamapi thanked her and they bowed to each other before she walked out of the room. Few seconds later, he patted his knees and wandered off to get his job done. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As he walked through the hallway, someone was crossing the same path in front him while busy talking to two Juniors beside him. It was him, the person who kept appearing like his shadow and rocking his world like crazy. His eyes studied around that face and he never let his own admiration towards the beautiful creation show. The younger one felt someone watching him and he looked up to see the other. He managed a smile when he saw it was Yamapi who was there. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Damn! Don&amp;rsquo;t smile like that! I can&amp;rsquo;t&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yo!&amp;rdquo; The young one greeted happily from the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yo! Kame!&amp;rdquo; Was his reply, showing his &amp;lsquo;kon kon&amp;rsquo; statue. Kame and the juniors giggled because Yamapi sometimes acted so cute when he did his greeting. Both Juniors also greeted Yamapi and excused themselves to leave early as they needed to practise the dance steps. Yamapi calmed his walk, kept his cool, and passed by him in a quick pace yet steadily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Off &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;somewhere?&amp;rdquo; The question popped out suddenly and Yamapi halted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah&amp;hellip; Got an interview with Zoomin.&amp;rdquo; he said as he turned his face to look at Kame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah so that&amp;rsquo;s it.&amp;rdquo; Kame nodded and looked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;So I need to go now. See you later.&amp;rdquo; Yamapi touched his bangs and bit his lips. His heart was throbbing so hard inside and he could not risk having any thoughts besides leaving the conversation, and started to walk away. Kame just nodded again and greeted farewell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They both walked away but after few steps, Yamapi secretly glanced back, &lt;i style=""&gt;If I could turn back time and caught you, would you notice me, Kazu?&lt;/i&gt; He sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kame strolled to the couch, laying down on it weakly and coughed a few times. There was no one in the KAT-TUN dressing room because the other four members were out for lunch. Kame hadn&amp;rsquo;t joined them because he just finished his drama shooting this morning but he had managed to find time to visit his band members. Unfortunately, his timing was off so Kame decided to rest a little. Suddenly his head felt a bit dizzy, and his body felt burnt out. He tried to reassure himself that maybe it was because of the hot climate, but then he began to sweat a lot and he couldn&amp;rsquo;t force himself to move. He was tired; it felt as though all the energy was drained from his body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yamapi passed by KAT-TUN room purposely, looking for someone. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise and he realized that someone had been coughing constantly. He snapped his fingers when he thought up an excuse for entering the KAT-TUN dressing room &amp;ndash; he could act like he was looking for something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you guys know where my ---&amp;ldquo;He stopped at his half question when he saw his important person looking very sick on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Kazu&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt; He ran towards the younger one and gently grabbed his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Kame what&amp;rsquo;s wrong?&amp;rdquo; He asked anxiously. Kame tilted his head and smiled when he saw Yamapi was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think I&amp;mdash;I&amp;mdash;am sick&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; He tried to speak, while coughing and it ended up becoming worse the more he tried to talk and control his breathing at the same time. Yamapi ran his hands over Kame&amp;rsquo;s neck and he rested the palm of the other hand on his forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh my god! You have fever!&amp;rdquo; He shouted in fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come on, let&amp;rsquo;s see the doctor before it becomes worse.&amp;rdquo; Yamapi demanded, urging the younger one to move but Kame was too tired. Yamapi&amp;rsquo;s chest hurt and it felt as though he couldn&amp;rsquo;t breathe because it was too painful to see his Kazu like this. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;My Kazu? In your dreams, Yamapi.&lt;/i&gt; He tapped his forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Let me carry you! My car is nearby.&amp;rdquo; Kame just nodded at his friend&amp;rsquo;s suggestion. Yamapi quickly carried him to his car. He ignored the juniors who were staring at them because it was not the time to be ashamed. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Kazu needs me. I must save him.&lt;/i&gt; He reminded himself and drove off.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yamapi caressed the younger man lovingly but made no attempt to disturb him from slumber. The doctor checked his blood pressure and his water level in his body. As soon he finished, the doctor and Yamapi walked away from the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;So how is he?&amp;rdquo; Tiny lines of worry layered across his forehead. His heart was racing, thinking that maybe the case had gone from bad to worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;His current state needs him to rest. He was in depression and under a lot of pressure and stress and from your information earlier, he worked too hard and ignored his surrounding and finally cause him to get sick. For now, please ask him to take a holiday or two to let him rest. Don&amp;rsquo;t let him be alone. He needs someone who he can talk to.&amp;rdquo; The doctor explained while giving some medical prescription. Later, the two were left alone as the doctor excused himself to attend to another patient.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;You really scared me to death. Don&amp;rsquo;t you ever do that again!&amp;rdquo; He said, worry evident in his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Yamapi sat beside him and with his fingers, moved Kame&amp;rsquo;s bangs away from his eye. Looking blue, Yamapi tried to prevent himself from shedding tears. He held Kame&amp;rsquo;s hand while watching him sleep. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;What can I do to stop this? What can I do to take away your sadness, Kazu?&lt;/i&gt; He heaved a deep breath and rested his head on the bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo; Jin&amp;hellip; Jin&amp;hellip; &amp;ldquo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hearing that name suddenly being called out made his eyes snap open, widening. Yamapi looked up and saw that Kame was struggling on the bed. He caressed the younger one&amp;rsquo;s hair and whispered to him softly to calm him down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shhh&amp;hellip; It&amp;rsquo;s only nightmare. Just nightmare&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Seconds later, the younger one was sleeping peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He knew how much Kame missed Jin &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;after he had gone to Los Angeles to study. He also knew about their secret relationship although sometimes it was very hard to predict those two. They were always fighting but then making up again. At one time, they just acted like nothing was happening. Sometimes they were only friends and nothing more. Although both of them were his good friends and Jin has been his best friend since they were kids, Yamapi still couldn&amp;rsquo;t figure out what kind of relationship those two were involved in. Yamapi was torn apart because he didn&amp;rsquo;t know how to bring up that issue. At the end of the day, he just wished that no one will get hurt from this and he could just stay away, keep pretending nothing was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Though his heart was bleeding each day, seeing the person the cared about the most pretend to be strong even though he knew that that person he cared about was in pain deep inside. Yet he couldn&amp;rsquo;t do anything to help. He felt so disgusting to just stand there and merely watch. &lt;i style=""&gt;Why have things become so hard?&lt;/i&gt; He gripped at his chest and closed his eyes. &lt;i style=""&gt;God, it&amp;rsquo;s aches so much. Here. In pain.&lt;/i&gt; Tapping his palm hard against his chest, he forced the tears back and calmed himself down again. He must not loose his wit. He needed to be strong for Kame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;When you&amp;rsquo;re lost, and you&amp;rsquo;re alone and can&amp;rsquo;t get back again&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;ll find you&amp;hellip; bring you home. always&amp;hellip; always Kazu&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Soon, the rest of KAT-TUN were gathered in Kame&amp;rsquo;s room because Yamapi had called Kame&amp;rsquo;s band members to let them know the situation before he had gotten to the hospital. They were late because they had been out of the town for another job. Yamapi also thought they had their lunch during the time because he only found Kame in the room. Alone and sick. Yamapi explained to them the details and informed that the doctor wanted Kame to stop working for a while and enjoy his own peaceful rest. They nodded as Yamapi finished explaining and Yamapi finally let himself to go home. He wanted to stay but Kame&amp;rsquo;s band members were here to take care of him. Furthermore, he also had his own band to worry about too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He stared the cloudy night sky, admiring the sight. His body slanted against the balcony wall, feeling the rain on his fingertips. It was raining heavily. He gazed at the flow of raindrops falling and his mind absorbed into the vacuous space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Pi, thank you for taking care of me. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry to have burdened you that day. But I&amp;rsquo;m really grateful. Thank you!&amp;rdquo; The younger one bowed to him. Yamapi told him not to; after all, it was to help a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; He chuckled. &amp;ldquo;I care because I love you, baka!&amp;rdquo; He screamed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Pi, thanks for the cream puffs you gave me yesterday. It was very delicious!&amp;rdquo; he exclaimed from his seat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ah, I received them from someone as a gift. There was a lot though, so I decided to share it with you since you were there. So why not?&amp;rdquo; Yamapi grinned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;You really are a kind person.&amp;rdquo; He praised. Yamapi flushed red and denied the praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kind? He groaned. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll do anything for your sake, Kazu!&amp;rdquo; He screamed more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Slurrrpppp&amp;hellip; First!&amp;rdquo; Yamapi raised his hand high, claiming his victory. &amp;ldquo;Ouch, Kame what&amp;rsquo;s that for!&amp;rdquo; A hand smacked his head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re like a little kid! Behave more like an adult!&amp;rdquo; Kame whined.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mou&amp;hellip; Its no fun. kon~ kon~&amp;rdquo; Doing his Akira character. Kame giggled and shook his head when Yamapi kept on chuuing his lips and acting cute but funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kid? He laughed. &amp;ldquo;I love it when we are Shuuji and Akira. I had fun just being with you&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; He murmured through the rough wind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Kame, I got an extra ticket. Do you want to watch a movie with me?&amp;rdquo; Yamapi was so nervous but he was so determined to ask the boy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;EH! Is that the new movie on the cinema now? I&amp;rsquo;m dying to watch it!&amp;rdquo; The boy clapped his hands happily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kame checked his schedule to see if he was free at that time. &amp;ldquo;Baka! It might be boring you know. I can give it to someone else if---&amp;rdquo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t discard it! Let&amp;rsquo;s go since I&amp;rsquo;m free. YOU must go too!&amp;rdquo; The boy cut off his words. Yamapi felt helpless hearing those words; he could not refuse Kame, but inside, his heart was cheering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He smiled when his mind recalled all the memories of Kame and him together. It had been 4 months since Jin left. A lot of things happened but Yamapi took care of his important person very dearly without the other feeling any awkwardness or notice his sudden change towards him. He just wanted Kame to be happy and not shed any more tears because of Jin. Certainly, Jin&amp;rsquo;s leaving was a big impact in Kame&amp;rsquo;s life but Yamapi would rescue him from sinking deep into the traps of pain and confusion that would try to make Kame lose his way and fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There were rumors roaming around saying that Jin would not come back, but he always assured Kame that Jin loved his band very much. Furthermore, Jin would not leave KAT-TUN since their bonds were very strong. Besides that, somehow Yamapi knew that Jin cared a lot about Kame; he just he didn&amp;rsquo;t show it upright. He also knew Jin would always be in Kame&amp;rsquo;s heart, the one whom Kame thought of every minute and every hour. And he, can only be the third person who watched these two fall apart and get back together all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;During the 24 Hour TV programme, Kame confessed that they always had conflicts, break ups, and make ups but it seemed like every time they got into problems, whenever they were reaching their limits, Kame would always end up wanting to talk it out with Jin. Lots of things had happened in the past, but at the end, Jin would also talk to Kame and they were together because after all, they have been together as team members for a long time. Therefore, their bonds were stronger than anybody else&amp;rsquo;s. Strong enough, that nothing Yamapi did could possibly stand up against it. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Therefore, please smile more and believe that when you&amp;rsquo;re in need, I&amp;rsquo;ll always be there for you, Kazu&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He closed his eyes, feeling the cold night air as he sat down on the lazy chair. His tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks. He tried to hold it, but the pain in his heart couldn&amp;rsquo;t endure the long wait feelings that he forced not to show. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Just for tonight, Yamapi! Just for tonight.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He repeated the words silently. As for tomorrow, he knew that he should be more resolute than yesterday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He sat on the sofa, dressed up into short and t-shirt after finishing his shower. He picked up the TV remote and flipped to his favourite channel. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Today is the day&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He heaved a deep breath and started to watch the program. It was Jin&amp;rsquo;s press conference after six months of hiatus. Today on April 19, 2007, he was back for good. Although, it had already been several days since he arrived in Japan because Yamapi had received the news earlier; in a rush, he had called Jin to confirm it. Yes, he was back. They had talked for nearly the whole day. The frequency of their conversations and even the duration decreased during his hiatus but Yamapi took the chance to greet his best friend sooner before meeting him physically. Sometimes Yamapi would hint at something that led Jin to talk about his band members. He wanted to know if Jin still cared and what he wanted to know the most was Jin&amp;rsquo;s thoughts after his comeback to Japan and towards KAT-TUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kame: I was very sorry to cause troubles. I sent a comment when Akanishi did his press conference. When I heard about his decision, I thought &amp;quot;Why does he need to study abroad now?&amp;quot; and I found it hard to understand it. However, I've been working with Akanishi for eight years (looks at Jin) since when we were Johnny's Jr, so I could also understand him somehow. He wasn't going to leave KAT-TUN, and we had plenty of things to do by us five. So we had to continue working hard, and that was the first task for us five. In addition, I'm hoping that KAT-TUN will be a powerful group with each member working and learning individually. So Akanishi went to study in America, and we've been learning through working here. I'm grateful now that we six are here in front of you as KAT-TUN. I'm forward-looking. (Kame said the last sentence awkwardly, and smiles and laughs)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Reporter: Kamenashi-san, please don't show that you are reading a script&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kame: Sorry, I thought it would be funny. (smiles)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Reporter: We have lots of photographers here, so please let them see your beautiful faces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kame: I've learnt so much in the last six months, and there were various reports about it. But during the time he was in America, he called me several times, and I told him...&amp;quot;You... They've been reporting xxxxx about you.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Really? I'm sorry.&amp;quot; (Jin smiles next to Kame) So we are not feeling anything wrong, and willing to continue working together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yamapi stared intently at Kame&amp;rsquo;s reaction. It seemed Kame was the happiest person on earth when Jin finally made his comeback after finished studying in Los Angeles. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Your smiles are so pure. But you never smile like that to me&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;His eyes never left every feature of Kame&amp;rsquo;s figure. He was mesmerized by Kame&amp;rsquo;s smiles and his cute happy face which he always looked forward seeing. Yamapi grabbed his shirt, close to his screaming heart. He wanted to call out Kame&amp;rsquo;s name so much, telling how much he loved him. Although he told himself that he couldn&amp;rsquo;t hold these feelings in forever, he never wanted to see Kame upset. He wished he could turn back times, or be reborn in another place or time and be able to meet Kame before Jin. He never hated Jin for that because they had been best friends for such a long time, but deep in his heart, he wished he could have found Kame first. Unfortunately, fate wasn&amp;rsquo;t on his side and reality was always being cruel to him&lt;i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life had always had an empty space until I met you, Kazu. I live through your smile, your gentleness and your cute affection. I&amp;rsquo;m sitting down here, but you don&amp;rsquo;t seem to notice me. Whatever it takes, or however much my heart breaks, I am a fool who will keep on waiting for you. If you just&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yamapi looked away, staring blankly into empty space. Memories flew through his mind and his tears flowed again but he quickly wiped them away. Feeling lonely and bitter, as the conference finished airing, he finally drifted to sleep on the couch. In his sleep, his smile shone, tears on his cheeks. &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Be happy, Kazu. I will move on. Because you said that I am Yamapi and that I can do anything. So I choose to move on. Thank you, love&amp;hellip; for all these years&amp;hellip; For the last time&amp;hellip; I honestly&amp;hellip; love you, Kazu&amp;hellip;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times; &amp;bull; &amp;times;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>[OPV] Pure Love White Memories Verse. 1 - Akame</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T05:54:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;finally! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;☆ happy ☆&lt;/span&gt; i completed the fanvid but it is in verse 1. i decided to make the next verse, which will be the continuous from the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[OPV] Pure Love White Memories&lt;/span&gt;. it took me a week to write the story plots, select the perfect songs, cut the suitable scenes from various jdrama that I have, choose and use different technique to make the storyline moves in sequence, and find other fanvid to give me some idea on the making. why the title is "Pure Love White Memories"? well, pure love here basically means it is about strong bonded friendships but contains some unconditional love between them. while white memories refer to their past memories when lots of things happened, misunderstanding occurred, and hard to move on when everything is gone. i choose white because it looks like there is something happened but we could not figure out what. so i leave that to the readers' imagination. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;☆ wink wink ☆&lt;/span&gt; below is other details about the fanvid, douzo yoroshiku~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="click for MORE details ^0^"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/OPVPureLoveWhiteMemories-Akame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c251/nurul_aslina/OPVPureLoveWhiteMemories-Akame.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title&lt;/span&gt; : Pure Love White Memories Verse. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theme &lt;/span&gt;: Friendship, Misunderstanding, Unconditional Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt; : Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;☆ akame! ☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song&lt;/span&gt; : Way of Life -Piano Version- and Way of Life -instrumental- by V6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene Taken&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Gokusen 2, Nobuta wo Produce, One Pound Gospel, Sapuri, Tatta Hitotsu no Koi, Anego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storyline&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;It started with kame's scene on the field, sitting alone while thinking of something. he felt burden in his heart, because he couldn't find jin and jin seem absent from school for months. unwanted tragedy happened and so kame moved from the town to other places with his family. jin did not know about this. so kame left without saying proper goodbye. ( on this part, actually jin was meddling with some issues regardless of the tragedy. ) so he was away from school for a while. kame moved to new schoool. and then he grew up in different area and finally worked in a media company. his job was getting better and he was promoted to lead a team for special project in his old town. then, on the way back, kame noticed a familiar place where jin used to stay in. without hesitation, kame bravely asked about jin. but the landlord said jin has not been there for so many years. as kame thought, he moved away too without saying goodbye. maybe jin never got the chance to tell kame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unabled to find his trace, kame sat on a bench wondering where could jin be. then the past came across his mind. kame remembered the first day he went to school. he met jin but they were not good friends at first. he thought jin hated him. because jin always meddled with him for the reasons he did not know why. (actually, jin likes kame but he did not how to properly show him ) their relationship got ups and downs. kame seem to get used of it. but in a way, kame felt jin wanted attention from him. when jin knew the reasons why kame often absent from school, he felt deep sadness and sorrow in his heart. hurting him so much. he was thinking if he could prevent it from happening. he thought he failed at protecting the person that was important and precious to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, jin did not come to school. and kame noticed his absent. so he thought jin must be planning something. then kame came across a gang fight and saw jin was there. being beaten up badly. kame couldn't stand it and fight with him. once settled, kame worried about jin. jokingly, jin said he was alright. then their friendship got better. jin said sorry for all he did. later, they became close friends again. the past memories flashed back. and kame still sat on the bench, smiling when he remembered those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months later, while wandering in the street at night, kame saw jin talking to a phone. it was a shock moment yet so sad. it has been a long time since he last saw him back then. he thought jin did not notice him. but he was wrong. for long, they just stood there without saying anything. gazing in surprise, trembled for words. it's like the first time they met when they were young. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah~ yukata desu ne! my happy mood reached up! after a hard work, i finally finished this fanvid. yes it really tired to cut some scenes especially Anego! it was hard to seek jin's scene when he was alone. the heroin always with him in his scene. so i tried to use different technique to cut his scene.fortunately it worked! this is my first fanvid. i am a newbie in making this thingy. used only windows movie maker. simple application i guess. would like to improve more. i hope i can upload the fanvid on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mediafire, megaupload or any hosting and streaming site&lt;/span&gt;. i would be happy to hear such &lt;s&gt;bad or good&lt;/s&gt; reviews and comments from others. hopefully this fanvid &lt;s&gt;probably&lt;/s&gt; moves people hearts also. i would like to thank &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://rev-no-hikari.blogspot.com/"&gt;ReV-kun&lt;/a&gt; for supplying me with some jdrama that i don't have at the moment. and also some other fanvids for me that gave me ideas on how this thing works. &lt;s&gt;i'll capture the scene to be viewed here. later, minna~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;× • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • × • ×&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i promised you before, here are the links! Please use &lt;b&gt;HJ Split&lt;/b&gt; to join the video. TQ ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="download links =)"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;MF : [ &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?lfxb2pzwojw"&gt;001&lt;/a&gt; ] [ &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tw2mdjdnfhd"&gt;002&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MU : [ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=J5JXYE00"&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d=J5JXYE00&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; ]&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Youtube : [ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nb_nAc1C1eo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nb_nAc1C1eo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; ]&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Veoh : [ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/videos/v6320981g7nYeCQN"&gt;http://www.veoh.com/videos/v6320981g7nYeCQN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; ]&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants the songs, i've uploaded on MF only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano version : &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?lyyjddka5pd"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?lyyjddka5pd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental version : &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dzjifgzwjib"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?dzjifgzwjib&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dzjifgzwjib"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dzjifgzwjib"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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