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Fanfic: Reading Shakespeare - Lesson 1.

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 16:08:12 GMT

Title: Reading Shakespeare
Author: falls_whisper
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: MomoKai</lj>

Lesson 1.

“It is East, and Juliet is the thong… OW!!”

“It’s ‘the sun’, idiot! Not ‘thong’!”

“You didn’t have to hit me!”

“Then read it properly, and don’t say ‘thong’ again.”

Momo rubbed his head and glared at Kaidoh, who had for some reason turned slightly red. Now this was interesting…

“Ne, mamushi, what does ‘thong’ mean?”

“It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a stupid word you made up because you can’t read English properly.”

Kaidoh looked at the script again, hoping Momo would let it drop. He knew this was a mistake the moment the class voted for Momo to take the role of Romeo (how could anyone be more unlike Romeo), and subsequently selected him to be the English pronunciation coach. “You see him the most after-school, Kaidoh-kun.” The teacher explained softly, seeing his thunderstruck expression. “And I hear you’ve done this play before anyway.” Kaidoh hissed and flushed hotly: that was in the first grade, when the (dratted) kids still thought he was a girl and made him play Juliet.

Not that Momo ever needed to know that; even if he is reciting Juliet’s lines again in this rehearsal.

“Go on, repeat the line.” Kaidoh ordered again.

“Seriously, what’s ‘thong’? Is it a verb, like, can you do it?”

Kaidoh wanted to strangle him. Momo stared in fascination as Kaidoh’s face heated up again, even redder than before, as he vainly hid his face behind the script. Screw Shakespeare, now Momo was really curious.

“I told you, it’s nothing!” Kaidoh half-shouted. “Stop side-tracking! We’ve still got half the play to go. Look, leave this line, read the next one.”

But Momo had already crossed the room, fumbled around his bookshelf, and took out an English-Japanese dictionary that had clearly never been opened. The spine cracked as Momo flipped through it.

“Let’s see here… thong… begins with T, right? T… T… h…”

It took all of Kaidoh’s willpower and a spare thought for Momo’s family who were in the next room that kept him from leaping on the idiot. He picked up an apple and chucked it at Momo, who caught it without glancing away and took a bite, mumbling an annoying “Phank yuu.” Kaidoh hissed and defiantly looked down at the script again.

“Ah found it! Thong… A piece of female garment which…”

But then, most unexpectedly, Momo’s voice fell silent. After a minute or two, Kaidoh chanced a glance upwards, only to find that Momo was barely five inches from his face and smirking widely.

“So that’s why you were so embarrassed, mamushi.”

The damned bastard whispered. Whispered! Kaidoh felt his face burn where Momo’s breaths flitted past. He pushed the idiot away, hissing loudly.

“Shut up!”

Momo was laughing and put the dictionary down, picking up the script with newfound interest. “‘And Juliet is the thong’ indeed… y’know, I reckon Shakespeare probably worded it that way to make it like a pun. I mean, it’s so much more kinky for Juliet to be a thong than the sun. No wonder they say Shakespeare’s a genius.”

“Don’t be daft, ‘And Juliet is the thong’ doesn’t make any sense! How could a woman be a… a… that?”

“Oh, and I suppose a woman being a giant ball of burning gas makes much more sense instead?”

Kaidoh could almost hear Shakespeare turn in his grave; the idiot was completely butchering the English language.

“Romeo is comparing Juliet to the morning sun, not because she is literally like the sun, but to show how bright and radiant she is. And that she has brightened up his day way more than the sun ever could. He was not comparing her to a… a thong because despite what you think, not every guy is a pervert like you.”

Momo yawned. “Okay okay, I get it. God mamushi, no need to get your knickers in a twist.” He paused, realised what he just said and sniggered. “Ah sorry sorry, I meant to say your thongs.”

Kaidoh growled, and closed the script savagely, stuffing it into his bag. He didn’t think he could take another look at Momo’s face without hitting it.

“I’m going. Your stupidity has clearly reached such a level that it’s beyond repair.”

Momo was still howling to himself, apparently extremely proud and amused with the (lame) joke he’d made, and could barely wrap his mouth to form a “goodbye”. He waved a sloppy farewell from the floor, making Kaidoh snort in disgust.

Ten minutes later, on the way home, just as Kaidoh was beginning to calm down, there was a text message from Momo.

‘Oi mamushi, how did you know what ‘thong’ meant anyway? Closet pervert, I always knew it’s not just bandanas you collected!’

There was a brief silence, or what could be called the silence before the storm; then the air was filled with hissing and colourful curses as Kaidoh punched in the numbers for Echizen’s home. That was it: the final straw. He was going to get Echizen to teach the stupid bastard from hereon forth, even if it meant he’d be buying burgers for the rest of his life.

Author’s Notes 25.08.2008

Uhh… right, didn’t really have a plot. I just read a fanfic where Momo and Kaidoh were arguing about a film and how the Kaidoh thinks the actor said "wrong" but Momo thinks he said "thong" and... well? The ‘thong’ bit just stuck to my head. And then my brain started reciting Shakespeare so… :D To write or not to write?!

I had another ending but I think I may like to make this into a series of little ‘lessons’ if I could, which will hopefully become more MomoKai-y as they progress.

Well, it depends on the reception. Hope you all enjoyed it :) It’s been months since I last wrote.

"亲爱的宝贝，如果你能活着，一定要记住我爱你"

Sat, 17 May 2008 15:17:15 GMT

抢救人员发现她的时候，她已经死了，是被垮塌下来的房子压死的，透过那一堆废墟的的间隙可以看到她死亡的姿势，双膝跪着，整个上身向前匍匐着，双手扶着地支撑着身体，有些象古人行跪拜礼，只是身体被压的变形了，看上去有些诡异。救援人员从废墟的空隙伸手进去确认了她已经死亡，又在冲着废墟喊了几声，用撬棍在在砖头上敲了几下，里面没有任何回应。当人群走到下一个建筑物的时候，救援队长忽然往回跑，边跑变喊“快过来”。他又来到她的尸体前，费力的把手伸进女人的身子底下摸索，他摸了几下高声的喊“有人，有个孩子，还活着”。经过一番努力，人们小心的把挡着她的废墟清理开，在她的身体下面躺着她的孩子，包在一个红色带黄花的小被子里，大概有3、4个月大，因为母亲身体庇护着，他毫发未伤，抱出来的时候，他还安静的睡着，他熟睡的脸让所有在场的人感到很温暖。随行的医生过来解开被子准备做些检查，发现有一部手机塞在被子里，医生下意识的看了下手机屏幕，发现屏幕上是一条已经写好的短信:

“亲爱的宝贝，如果你能活着，一定要记住我爱你。”

看惯了生离死别的医生却在这一刻落泪了，手机传递着，每个看到短信的人都落泪了。

---

When the rescuers found her, she was already dead. She was kneeling, her body bent forwards, her two hands were on the ground - propping up her body; it was almost like she was praying, except her body was bent out of shape.

Just as the rescue team was about to leave, someone suddenly yelled "Come back!" They returned to her corpse, someone reached out a hand under her body. They rummaged for a while, and then shouted. "There's someone there. A child! It's still alive!"

Carefully, they cleared the rubble around her, and retrieved the child beneath her body. He was wrapped in a red blanket, covered with yellow flowers, only 3, 4 months of age. He was completely unhurt, protected under his mother's body. And when they took him out, he was slumbering peacefully.

A doctor unraveled the blanket to examine the child, and found a mobile phone. He glanced at it absent-mindedly, noticing the screen bore a short message. Tears ran down his cheeks as he read.

"My dear child, if you survive, always remember that I love you."

---

The above is a true story.

Please just take a moment out of your - no doubt, busy - lives to pray and feel for those who've died, lost loved ones, and still waiting for news.

Burmese cyclone. Sichuan Earthquake.

Bleach 166: "Don't hurt yourself anymore."

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:06:16 GMT

Lol, yaoiness_kokoro, I really do seem to have gotten into Bleach mania lately!! ^^; But it really is so wonderful... <33

Bleach 166, "Don't hurt yourself anymore".

One of my favourite IchiHime scenes for sure, but wow! The anime has surpassed all my expectations by far... (again - Bleach seem to be doing that a lot lately!). From being so IchiRuki in the earlier episodes to full-blown IchiHime supportive now, I keep having to remind myself to stop bouncing on my seat whenever I watch an episode now :D Yes, it's truly so wonderful... ^_^

1. The animation was amazing. Episode 144 and this latest episode definitely contain the best Bleach animations of the whole series (both full of IchiHime goodness *cackles*). I was shocked at how well the movements flowed in this episode (the fight... wow!) and how scarily versatile Grimmjaw's face was when he snarled XD. The amount of detail in Orihime's hair and its subsequent movement is also astounding... Pierrot earned themselves huuuge brownie points here. This isn't as much of a pivotal moment as Ep144, so I wonder why they spend so much effort :S

2. As well as fluid animation, the episode was directed very well too. Awesome, kickass fighting scenes (it had to be! Grimmjaw released!!) but I really didn't think they'd make the IchiHime romance(?) scene so moving. The soft music, the echo of Orihime's voice, and close-up of the tears... really, really gorgeous. It felt like a movie-clip, very cinematic and beautiful. And yes, I cried a little (just a little though) ^^; I'd say the anime has perhaps surpassed the manga on this scene (granted, the chinese scanlation was more touching than the english anyway). There was me sobbing into my little tissue... :)

Then again, filler arc coming up in a few weeks and maybe this is their attempt at soothing our discontent. Well, it's certainly helped a little... just a little though... I still haven't forgotten how dull the Bount arc was.

On a completely side-note, I'm sorry if I'm not replying to any journals. With vital exams coming up next month ~~(and me still not understanding Maths!)~~ I'm limiting myself to only flicking briefly through friends-pages and spending as little time online as I can. =( It's going to be a boring 2 months...

(might write another post later, haha, about KKM episode 80 XD)

KKM series 3, episode 1

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 18:01:50 GMT

*MAJOR FLAIL-AGE!!!*

It's wonderful!! It's beautiful!! It's... everything I could want in KKM and more!!
Wolfram <33...

~~THANK YOU CHINESE SUBBERS!!!~~

Untitled Bleach Fanart and mini-rant

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 19:04:18 GMT

Yes I love Bleach. I would marry Kubo-sensei if I could... (probably) but he seems to have a preference for big-chested girls so I'm all lucked out. -sigh- Gotta start taking my vitamins now.

Sad news: I heard he's going away for a few months on holiday. My reaction: no no no NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Dammit, Bleach has just picked up again and he's leaving!! The man really is an evil genius. Weeks without Bleach is like living solely on water... :(

As it's Easter holidays now, and I'm so in love with Maths, I started reading notes on vectors for an astoundingly long time of... (wait for it) one whole hour! Yes that's right. A whole hour!! Gosh, it was a fantastic achievement for mankind, surely. I mean, have you ever worked for that long before?! UnFortunately, a blank piece of paper and a pencil ~~(strategically placed next to the maths book)~~ finally lured me away.

... Clearly, I'm deluded. I think it's the stress of NOT doing work.

Here's a Bleach fanart.

deviantArt link: here

Kubo-sensei, come baaaaaaack...!! :'(

Oh and I made an devID too =3, this was what I drew after the one-hour slave-labour revision...

Calling all maths geeks! UNITE!!

I should consider a career in philosophy <3

BLEACH ch316!!! (again)

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 22:17:05 GMT

Kubo-sensei... I LOVE YOU!!!!

Just when I thought you couldn't outdo yourself, you surprise me once again.

First off, Sousuke-kun (yes, Sousuke-kun), how deliciously adorable was Aizen-sama before?! Oh Sousuke, your name rolls so deliciously off my tongue. What has happened to rob you of your such cuteness, and made you gain incomparable sexiness instead...?! But look behind you, you were even admired by females back then -wibbles-

SHINJI!!! SHINJI SHINJI SHINJI!!! You adorable, brainless PRAT!! Oh I forgot how much I adored you!! You are as weird then as you are now, and your hair was so pwetty... -strokes- And as Sousuke-kun said (Sousuke-kun...ahh), you are a wonderful role model, truly... Fifth division Captain... You really don't disappoint, do you...?

Then... URAHARA!!! Oh goodness, I was hyperventilating by this point, and then you poofed in!! And gah, you looked so bewildered and lost, like a puppy. You didn't even have your hat...!! But you're so adorable too... So lost and confused and cute cute cute... -thwack self repeatedly-

Bleach... Bleach... Oh my darling Bleach. No man can ever give enough happiness now~~ <3

Hi Izuru Tokoro no Tenshi: 《日出处天子》

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 20:56:03 GMT

I kept meaning to write about this for the past few days but ended up rewatching Zetsuai and Bronze again, which then sucked me into the manga... which reminds me, does anyone know what happens to Izumi and Koji at the end? I hear it's ended but can't find any synopsis anywhere.

Right, please ignore the rest of this entry. Since none of you will have read or heard of this manga, no doubt.

What a twisted manga. It's been a while if I've ever come across such a strange manga. Well, actually strange isn't the right word; nor is twisted. It's just... bizarre. Not like shoujo manga where everything always works out and even if it's angst, it's a sort of "beautiful" angst; but not completely realistic and unfanthomable because well... some scenes are still too coincidental, and it's still too "beautiful" to be real.

Prince Umayado, or 厩户王子 is the protagonist of the story, although it's told mostly from Emishi, or 苏我毛人,'s point of view. Apparently the characters are actually real historical figures from Japanese history, but the author changed their characters so much that they can hardly resemble their real counterparts. In reality, 王子 and 毛人 were apparently enemies. But in 《日出处天子》, they're very close friends(?) if not lovers.

Reading the manga in Chinese has pretty much killed me over the three day period. I couldn't remember one name from the other and since it's an old sort of art-style where all side-characters look realistically similar, deciphering plotlines from names and the likes made reading it fast impossible. Still, I reckon something must've been pretty special about the manga to have entranced me so much to have read it so avidly for 3 days straight. It is bleeding 10 volumes after all, and each page is filled with cramped Chinese characters which are, by the way, traditional writing and I had to guess much of the words. -_- What a pain.

It is shounen-ai. But I really don't think the term defines the relationship at all. There's nothing 'sweet' about 王子's love at all. In Volume 4 or 5, he finally admits that he cannot escape from 毛人, that they are destined, and tries all he could to keep him for himself. And from that point on, it's torrents of untamed bitterness, jealousy, fury, and utter desperation. The manga-ka is amazing in that she doesn't overdo 王子's feelings at all - unlike most BL mangas - if anything, I think she doesn't write about it enough! But the effect is that the readers can feel the pain in every word or action that is shown, and in the end, makes a stronger statement about both of them. She also doesn't try to use any fancy, incredibly complex and incomprehensible analogies or descriptions, and keep the lines mostly simple and often, almost cliché. But because of the nature of this manga, clichés become unclichéd. And the effect is just maddening sadness.

The manga is also not really a BL story in that it's not completely about love and the relationship of the two main characters. Politics. Wars. Fighting within the same family. I must admit I had to abandon understanding all of such things after the first few volumes for there were just too many names, and my Chinese is really too bad to keep up with everything. Just enough to understand, to push through. Still, I have a good general idea.

It is a good manga. Drawn in the early 1980's, I admit the artwork's not much to my liking (especially since it made many people look so similar), but I came to enjoy the tenderness that the manga-ka can produce at key moments. The times Prince locked himself in his hut, his hands clutching at 毛人's robes; his broken expression when 毛人 chose the Princess(?), as well as the crack that appeared in the ground when they finally separated ways. There are some scenes which are still replaying in my head after a week gone past. The last time something left such a big impression on me was Ai no Kusabi, which remains my all-time favourite yaoi story.

The Prince's love is not kind. He himself is not kind. He's blessed with the ability to see demons and other unearthly creatures, and can call upon the powers of the heavens; but it is also a curse. His mother is afraid of him, and even tells his little brother to not go near him. He yearns for love, moreso than any other character. His mother's love, 毛人's love. But in the end, the one by his side was a 10 years-old crazy girl who he took as his wife. 毛人 is seen fleeing his last scene, wailing and crying uncontrollably because he saw how the little girl's eyes resemble the Prince's mother's. It seems that even at the very end, the Prince is still unwittingly seeking for the love he desperately craves.

There is a sort of angst and sadness that I gained from reading this manga that's different to any other sad love stories I've read. They were meant to be one: I don't mean that in the corny sense, but they were really one entity separated into two. As the Prince says, "I came down to Earth to chase after you." Together, the Prince and 毛人 can call upon all the powers of the God's with ease and 毛人 is the one person who he cannot predict or, as the Prince later realises, live without. Their ending is cruel. Deep within his heart, 毛人 knows he does love 王子 too, they are one after all. But even so, he still chooses to love the Princess. " The reason that we are both born as males is because we should not be together. We should not wield that power."

In a way, it is requited love. But in another way, it's completely impossible. After digesting the story, I think I'd say that it's still unrequited in the end, although I can't pinpoint why exactly. The ending is unbelievably sad. The Prince with his crazy child bride. 毛人 with his two illegitimate children. The Princess had also died, so in a way, I wonder why can't they be together then?! And in any other story, it might just not make sense at all. But somehow it just does... They were destined to be this way. Such a tragic parting was inevitable from the start.

Wow, I'm rambling on and on. But then it really has left a big impression on me. It's like a sort of dull acceptance that this is what happened, even though it's far from ideal, I kind of like it like this. I don't understand the ending very well so I can't give my exactly opinion on it. From a readers' point of view, it is unbearably sad and the heart weeps for both 王子 and 毛人. But from an artists' perspective, the ending is a perfect wrap-up to an amazing series.

I forgot to mention. Aside from manipulating politics and paedophilia. This manga's incredibly disturbing for it contains accepted marriages between half-siblings (I was almost tempted to stop reading just for this alone) and then later, even sexual intercourse between fully biological siblings!! Yes I was disturbed, and more and more so when it was seen that a child was born from such a consummation. There are few things I can't stand, and incest's pretty much at the top of the list.

I hear the manga-ka actually started a sequel to this story but due to its controversial nature and rising pressure from interviewers it was stopped after 5 volumes. That manga occurs years afterer this one. 毛人's sons have both grown up - one of them he had with the Princess, and one of them with his sister (eurgh). The Prince also produced a daughter with the crazy girl (which meant he did have sex with a ten year old.. double eurgh), and have since died. The two sons are said to fight over the girl without knowing they're brothers and... that's pretty all I know.

I haven't actually cried over this manga, which is surprising considering I cry pretty easily over books and stuff. But then I didn't cry over Ai no Kusabi either... I guess this is the kind of story which leaves an impression on your heart and not your cheeks. It's a sadness which isn't very explosive (although there are point of absolute heartbreak) but the angst if more for you to savour and understand. I am only sort of understanding what I'm writing right now...

End of. Good manga. Still thinking about some scenes involuntarily. Would like to read again sometime.

Anyway. I got bored and drew the 厩户王子in class, mainly because the Physics teacher was so boring. Astro-physics is so interesting when I read the notes at home but he makes learning it like ZzzzZzzzz...

It's a boy (or man, whichever), he is meant to be so feminine looking :)

KKM novel 4

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 21:52:43 GMT

After much delay, I bring Book 4. Sorry guys, last minute work and other real-life issues came up. I've also just finished reading another manga (in bleeding Chinese, which meant I couldn't understand it properly).

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Chapter 1:

Setting: [Episode 21] Third time Yuuri comes to Shin Makoku. Conrad has just woken him up to go jogging.

With the sleeping face of an angel and the sleeping grace of a demon, both of Wolfram’s arms and legs are entangled around my body, disturbing my slumber. And he’s only wearing a thin and flimsy silky negligee!

“You must be kidding, if Gunter somehow saw this…”

“I am already here -!”

Outside the room, Gunter is shouting loudly and banging against the heavy wooden door. I imagine his beautiful face must already be contorted due to anxiety and stress, and his hair loose and dishevelled.

“Your majesty! What’s wrong? Your majesty! Please open the door! Quickly, open the door—!”

The bodyguard who always stands by my side at all times spoke up next to the half-asleep Wolfram.

“I’ve already locked it, just in case.”

“As expected of Conrad! Thanks a lot!”

I quickly pull on the especially designed sportswear. It’s the sort that can only be seen at variety shows: A green outfit that reaches the floor and has two crass white lines along its side. Although its elasticity isn’t exactly what I wanted, but at least it’s better than using my school uniform.

I open the door and squeeze past Gunter, slipping a quick “I’m going jogging”. Behind me, there was a most girly scream. “How come you are in his majesty’s bedroom--? And in his bed too!!”

I turn my back to the bedroom where I fear a great battle will commence, and asks Conrad an enquiry I cannot understand myself.

“But why is Wolfram living with me? This building’s so incredibly and ridiculously big; surely there are one or two guest rooms at least?”

But more than this, I want to know why he is still staying at Blood Pledge Castle. Logically speaking, his home should be in the Bielefeld region; and as to this castle whose name scares people needlessly but is very reliable and sturdy… it’s my castle! That’s right, I, Shibuya Yuuri, a baseball boy who has yet to reach sixteen and is mediocre in every sense, am the ruler of a kingdom!

They jog and they return … to chaos.

By now, Gunter is in a state of half-insanity, and is engaged in a fierce battle with the haughty bishounen.

“So why did you wake up in his majesty’s bedroom?!”

“Yuuri proposed to me! Him and I sleeping together is a perfectly natural thing!”

Says who?!

With his hair loose and dishevelled, Gunter argues back.

“You two are still just fiancés no matter what! And cannot be counted as an official couple or as husband and wife! To spend nights in his majesty’s bedroom before marriage, y-you… don’t you have any shame?!”

Wolfram flicks at his dishevelled hair.

“As expected of someone who’s almost a hundred and fifty, your opinions are so last century.”

You can talk, being eighty-two years old yourself! But as to avoid getting involved, I can only curse at him quietly inside. Those who have mazoku blood have far longer life-expectancies than humans; hence their appearances only reflect about a fifth of their actual age. For a barely sixteen years old boy like me, this is like a meeting of the super elderly.

Not wanting to step into battle waters, Conrad squared his shoulder and spoke. “It’s only sharing a bed, surely there’s no need to make such a big fuss…”

“Can someone please remind them?! We’re both men!!”

Nicola rubs at her noticeably bulgy stomach, and chirps in innocently. “Have you two gotten the information wrong? Doesn’t his majesty already have Gwendal-sama?”

“That’s the biggest misunderstanding in history!”

The three people present shout out their denials haphazardly. Only Sir Weller stands quietly by the side, trying his hardest to not laugh. Conrad, this is too sneaky. Your one and only baseball partner in the world is being tricked into marriage… Wait a minute, not tricked into marriage, it should be that I’m being tricked by his gender, right [don’t understand this]? Aie… If only Wolfram was a girl, then everything would be fine… but then he is still bratty as hell…

Then the guard comes in and announces there is a visitor, the Maou's illegitimate child! More chaos ensues...

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Chapter 2:

Setting: After Greta’s failed assassination of Yuuri, he is tended to by Gisela.

She did not bring a first-aid kit, the young girl who is tending to my injury. Her skin is pale and she is wearing a military uniform which does not suit her delicate build. She had barely announced her arrival before she descended from the horse and crouched down, placing my right leg on her knees. As a boy who hasn’t had any luck with girls for nearly sixteen years, the action made my body – with the exception of my injured leg – flush hot all over.

Bless Yuuri. Even as a Yuuram fan, his inexperience with girls is still as adorable as hell.
Then Gunter and Conrad come in and Yuuri finds out Gisela is Gunter’s adopted daughter.
His reaction?

No no no, pushing aside the matter of inheritance [in appearance], Gunter having a child is an undisputed fact. And the greatest offence and evillest of sins is that he hadn’t introduced such a gallant and beautiful girl to me! After all, she is a woman doctor as well as a soldier! Every man has dreamed of such a situation at least once right?!

But don’t ask me what the dream’s about, I cannot answer that.

Yuuri… you perv!

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Setting: Yuuri and Conrad are just discussing Greta, and how mazokus make decisions on their 16^th birthday. This is just a very brief extract.

However, as soon as someone mentions the 10 years-old Wolfram, I immediately think of angels from religious artworks. I imagine the wings and halo will suit him very well.

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Chapter 4:

Setting: This is so random… it’s like an insert from nowhere. I actually missed it out the first time I read it.
After Greta and Yuuri have left the inn, they have met Isla(spelling?) and are heading towards the noodle stand.

At that moment, Wolfram had a dream.

Yuuri is yelling loudly, “I definitely oppose “ai-qiu*” without love!” Although Wolfram replies back, “If you want love, I have it here!” inside he’s wondering what the hell “ai-qiu” is.

As always, the ‘gu-luu-gu-luu-luu’ sounds as he snores.

Hope you have a good dream.

Notes: No kidding. This is what it said. And then it reverts back to Yuuri and Greta… -confused-

* Ai Qiu: I had to search this up… Basically it just means sex. It’s meant to be an imitation of the sound people make when they’re exercising. Apparently it came from people rowing boats and the sounds they made then, which then somehow got carried over to sex sounds – LOL! Just remembered Yuuri and his rowing breathing techniques XD

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Chapter 6:

Setting: After spending the whole night searching, Conrad and Wolfram finally found Yuuri again. Wolf has just finished ~~abusing~~ scolding Yuuri. Yuuri then complains that it was unfair that Conrad could go out to find girls. This has to be one of my favourite scenes now!

Conrad: “I didn’t go out to seek female company! A friend just needed to give something to me. At that time, that child [Greta] was not only asleep, there was also strange breathing sounds from the next room. I thought that staying in the room and listening to you two making love wasn't really appropriate, and so…”

“We were not making love!”

That was me doing sit-ups! We’re not lovers from fifty years ago, how could we take a trip to the hot springs to be a honeymoon!! And back to the subject, please get some perspective Conrad! We’re both men for heaven’s sake!!

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Chapter 9:

Setting: After Maou mode, when he put out the fire with water dragons (a dignified form of magic for once, says Wolfram). He is waking up.

Yuuri dreams of some weird thing which I don’t understand. It’s too Japanese culture-y -_-

“Wuu… Wuu… 板东英二… 野野村真……” [Just some names]

“That dream again?”

I can feel the light; even inside my eyelids it’s all white. I peel open my eyes painfully, and see bright shimmering golden hair directly above me, as well as a pair of fluttering eyes that are as green as the deepest lake. If he was a girl, I can probably tolerate his egotism and go out with him.

“Speaking of which… Wah!! Why am I lying on your lap again?!”

My body rolled three times on the grass, leaving Wolfram’s legs….

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Chapter 10

Setting: I think this part’s missed out of the anime. After adopting Greta and just before returning to Shin Makoku, they meet Hristo Cruyff – a.k.a. Baldy – who takes Greta away for a while, to study with Beatrice (after much argument -_-).

When Greta left, I cried and wailed loudly even though everyone was watching. But no one laughed at me… In the end, I arranged with Hristo Cruyff-san to let her stay for one month and then visit Shin Makoku once. Come to think of it, that child has appeared in front of me barely ten days ago, but I guess when it comes to family bonds time is irrelevant and so I disregard it. Surprisingly, Wolframs was by my side, crying and howling just as miserably as me.

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Setting: … pretty much given in the translation.

After returning to Blood Pledge Castle, I cannot forget the happiness of those three days bathing in the springs, and so came to like the bath more and more. If it was a day when the large bath was being cleaned, I would settle for going to the bathroom next to the bedroom. Because I get scared when bathing in the large bath by myself, Wolfram always comes and keeps me company after nightfall. Putting aside him calling me faithless all the time, and the fact that he’s my fiancé, speaking logically, after spending so much time together in such a large bath and conversing honestly to each other, it was only natural that our manly friendship bond has grown. But the problem is, as our manly friendship continues to deepen, he on the other hand has become more and more dispirited

Wolfram von Bielefeld, why can’t you just like the relationship between us to be friendship?

Tonight, I’ve experience two bouts of sleep paralysis [when you wake up but can’t move your muscles], and once I’m awake I cannot sleep again.

“Aie… can’t sleep. Need to take bath or I can’t sleep... Wolf, I want to go to the big bath to bathe.”

“What are you yabbering about? What time is it now? Even if you want to disturb other people’s dreams, there should be a limit as to how much…”

“It doesn’t matter if you want to come or not! But your face looks totally like 田中邦卫 [an old Japanese actor] right now!”

Sleeping on my bed without permission, and still acting so rude, he’s got no manners at all.

No other choice, I walk out of the room by myself and stealthily creep along the corridor….

The he got sucked into the bath and wakes up with Murata slapping his face.

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I'm wiped out.

Bleach ch313

Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:39:10 GMT

OMFG!

I fucking WORSHIP Bleach! The plot finally unravels, and with Orihime at the centre. HOHOHO! Can this manga get any better?!

Aizen-sama, you sexy bastard, how bleeding suggestive was that?! *tingles all over*

~~PS. If Ulquiorra was back, the this really would be absolute perfection =)~~

KKM fanart: Just a Glance

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 22:45:43 GMT

Hm... still on KKM - or more specifically Wolfram - high. Every doodle I draw nowadays is of him, My physics book is covered -_-; I think my teacher saw them today actually...

Sadly, being the lazy, bored twat that I am, I've only properly finished one. BG's still kill me... ~~even though I don't draw them...~~

I kinda like this... kinda. But when I use the mirror method, well... there are a hell of a lot of mistakes. Hm... oh well, still learning BD

deviantArt link: here

I hope this looks okay :) They're both surprisingly difficult to draw (and Wolfram! Your hair might be golden like the sun, but why, why, are the curls so flipping difficult to colour?! T_T)

I'm still reading Novel 4, and will hopefully translate more this week :) But exam results come out on Thursday so I'm hoping it wouldn't put me down too much...

KKM novel 3: Ch1, 2 and 6

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 20:19:52 GMT

I think I'm just clutching at straws here. My brain is dead from all this translations :( Words actually came out of my mouth, completely jumbled-up today because the translation's apparently melted my ability to think coherent sentences.

Anyway, I've done a LOT of translating in Novel 3 :D Some scenes are ridiculously cute!

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Chapter 1:

Setting: Yuuri is sucked through the water at the Sealife Centre, and has been rescued by Conrad and co. from the sea. This part's just cute, nothing too specific XD

To someone like me, whose looks, build and intelligence can only be classified as mediocre in all aspects, I can only pore over Anderson’s fairy tale story and desperately wish for the day I can change from the ugly duckling to a swan. Is there any girl who believes a Mazoku’s personality is more important than their appearance? A fan of “the Beauty and the Beast” perhaps? If there is, please feel free to contact me.

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Setting: Yuuri is changing out of the wet clothes.

The waistband is a little loose. The maid, scared that I will be angry, drops her head regretfully.

“Don’t worry about it! It’ll be fine when if I wear a belt!” (Yuuri)

“Your majesty, have you become thinner? Perhaps your body is not feeling well…” (Conrad)

“No, nothing like that. This is this result of my stomach training! I even bought an abdomen-strengthening-whatever-it’s-called body building kit!”

The shop had a sale on at the time; so I only spent one thousand yen. My goal is to get a six-pack like Kamen Rider. As I hurriedly pull the belt from my dripping wet trousers, Gunter sneaks into the room cannily.

“Please wait a second, I’ll start fanning straight away.”

This is the world of Maryoku and swords, so of course it doesn’t have any house appliances. But even though there’s no air conditioner, the further one wanders into this ivory-white rock-bricked building, the cooler it becomes. And as I’ve taken off my socks, the cool sensation is even more prominent on my soles. I haven’t had time to say it’s not hot when Gunter makes ushering motions with his right hand. Maids and servants gracefully step into the room, and in each of their hands, there are gigantic ducks. The ducks are held by their necks, so of course they feel pain. They flap their wings ceaselessly. This sort of movement does indeed induce a lot of wind, but not only does the breeze wafted along bring with it the stench of poultry, I thought it was too cruel.

“Please don’t! Don’t do something like this which would anger animal protection groups all over the world! And I’m cold enough already!”

“Kami-sama… Such words of kindness! To think that your majesty would care for such small animals! This is surely the honour of the Maou and all Mazoku citizens. Ahh… One cannot forget all that is in the world and the creator of Shin Mazoku! Your majesty has the wisdom and power to rival Shinou-heika himself, and the courage and the immortal magnificence…”

While he talk, his hands move beautifully, moving in perfect symphony… [then a sentence I don’t understand]

“… the country’s twenty-seventh Maou-heika! Alright, your majesty, I had said something deliberately wrong there. Can you identify the mistake?”

“So-Sorry… I didn’t notice.”

Disappointment shows on the beautiful man’s face.

“As expected, your majesty needs to stay in this country longer. To learn and understand the ways of the people as well as the country’s contours and the basics of foreign relations. No… Perhaps you should never return there again! I will follow and stay by your side forever…”

The situation is clearly straying from the right tracks… But Conrad, who had ushered out the fanning ducks, beautifully and effortlessly turned it around again.

“Haven’t I told you already, Gunter?”

Conrad’s attitude is as calm and composed as usual, he also knows how to get along with everyone. It seems that I can learn a lot from him, for example: how to deal with Gunter.

“His majesty’s existence is very important to the Earth and Japan, we cannot monopolize him.”

If I really am that important, then logically I shouldn’t have sat on the cold wooden bench for the past three years [talking about baseball].

Suddenly, there is the sound of shouting/whining, accompanied by a series of busy footsteps. It seems that someone is approaching angrily.

“Gunter! Why was only Brother called to receive Yuuri? You didn’t even report this to me, the fiancé! Even if you look down on me, there should still be a limit…”

The one who barged in is the angel-like bishounen, Wolfram von Bielefelt. He seems to be at a loss for words upon seeing my half-dressed state – having had no warning beforehand – and his cute face is flustered.

“… Yuuri, why is your arm a different colour to your face? Did you catch some grave disease? Or maybe it was a curse…”

“What curse! That’s a bit too rude, isn’t it?”

My arms and everywhere above my neck have been tanned to a dark colour, but my body and the skin on my feet are still very white. Even though having a uniform-printed tan is considered a baseball player’s great honour, if we were at the beach or swimming pool, the appearance does look rather odd.

Wolfram uses his thumb and forefinger and pulls at my cheeks, hard.

“Ow ow ow ow ow!! Aaie-ooh-Aie!”

Then Wolfram confirmed with Conrad that this was the real Yuuri, etc etc…

Then!! There was a nice description of Wolf from Yuuri’s POV.

Whilst his body build is no better or worse than mine, there is a difference as wide as the gap between the heaven and earth in our facial features. Wolf is a rival-less super bishounen, like a Vienna choir which has jumped straight out of a shoujo manga. He has inherited his mother’s shiny, blonde hair and verdure green eyes. I imagine all artists in the world would fight over the chance to paint his portrait. If he appeared in someone’s dream, the dreamer might even be moved to tears thinking they had seen an angel. However, as soon as he opens his mouth… forget any angels… he is just a boy who is egotistic to the extreme. Already, he is eighty-two years old; if he was in Japan, his personality would fit that of a pertinacious old man! And because of a small small misunderstanding of cultures, we are somehow engaged to each other.

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Chapter 2:

Setting: They are on the way to seek the Maou impostor. Yuuri is riding on the same horse as Wolfram.

Riding a horse together, one will feel hot in all aspects.

No matter how I shuffle or adjust, the fact that it is boiling hot does not change. Under the glaring rays of the midsummer sun, two young boys of sixteen and eighty-two – ah, never mind… are tightly bonded together on the back of a horse, where space is limited, it was only natural that the body temperature will soar. And even more so when the place we are currently in isn't an air-conditioned room, but rather the middle of a desert, with no end in sight. I can only try my best to create some distance between me and my companion; hopefully allow some wind to blow across. But the air is full of heat and sand, and really cannot be described as wind.

“You should come closer, you’ll fall down otherwise.”

“But I’ll be hot…”

Wolfram seems to be enjoying this situation immensely. If my companion's a beautiful girl, I will of course be very glad to share a horse too. I may even loop my hand around to grasp the reins, and meekly remind her to be careful. But sadly, sitting before me is a bishounen who's cuter than any girl.

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Setting: Wolfram is sucked into the desert pool. Yuuri is trying to usher Conrad to chase after his brother. This one little passage is so <3!

As soon as I think of the blonde locks inherited from his mother and those beautiful verdure eyes, and the horrors that will face them in there, my chest becomes so painful that I cannot breathe.

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Chapter 6:

Setting: After Yuuri has become Maou, and effectively freed those imprisoned women. He is waking up again...

Rocking backwards and forwards gently, I wake up to find myself lying on a tricolour wooden bench. Still sleep-deprived, I carefully peel open my reluctant eyelids. My eyeballs are dry; it hurts.

“…What in the…”

The moon and stars are suddenly obstructed by a mop of careless golden strands; I haven't had time to appreciate their beauty, someone has grabbed my hair.

“Why do you always, always, do this?!”

“…Wolf…”

“What?!”

“I… I want water.”

I seem to have betrayed his expectations. Wolfram’s delicate eyebrows crease up so they are almost vertical, a hand grabs onto my head.

“Ow!”

“Drink it ‘til you’re dead then!”

Wolfram pulls me to the washbasin on his legs, presses on the back of my head and pushes it into the bowl. It hurts! And not only does my mouth touch the water, my nose and ears become submerged too.

“… Ow ow… I-I’m going to die! … Really gonna die! Please forgive me!”

“Did you know how worried I was?”

Angering a bishounen, even if one is not at fault, will bring about an unfathomable amount of pain. And this time, it is because of my own selfishness that has made everyone suffer, the guilt is therefore indescribable.

“Wolfram, how come you’re here? What about Conrad?... Ah, and Gwendal!! You must go save him quickly! He may have been put to death already while we are talking!”

“Brother has safely escaped jail already! And answer my question, did or did you not know how worried I was about you?!”

Even though I I know clearly that he is the same gender as me, but to have been approached and chased by a beautiful bishounen like him… my heart still flutters unconsciously. At a time like this, the most effective thing to do is to repeat “he is already eighty-two years-old” like a mantra to myself, and not look at him.

I shift my gaze delicately away from his vision, trying to decipher the gradual darkness around us. The women who were forced to work as slaves and their guards a not there anymore. Did some kind of miracle happen that freed them? I, who have been unconscious the whole time, have no way of knowing.

It must’ve been me who did something frightening again, to scare the whole group of them into having such pale faces. I don't know how anxious I made them…

“… Okay, I know now. Really. I’ve also worried over this kind of thing before, haven't I? So I can understand how you feel.”

“You only know how to say pretty words. Now sit there and don’t move, I’ll help you get something to eat.”

He throws a piece of cloth smelling like the sun to my face, and walks back to the room...

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Setting: They are now on the run. Some of the women have decided to come back to Shin Makoku with them.

Nicola, Wolfram and I sit in the four-seats horse-cart, almost like an elegant voyage on the Orient Express. Originally, Gwendal was also here, but because of his own insistence, he was switched to a horse. Even though he’s broken two ribs.

So I'm lying on the space of two seats, my head resting on something soft.

Sir von Bielefelt’s knees.

“Eh eh eh…!! Why do I have to lie on a man’s lap?”

“You always sleep for two to three days after you use your Maou powers, but this time you only slept for two hours. Did you hear that? Two hours? You have shown us magic that disgusting, how can two hours be enough? We should be on constant lookout right now, hence why you were selected as part of the horse-cart crew.”

“… Even so, why do I have to lie on your legs?”

“Pleased, are you?”

“Who would be pleased?!”

“Ask -”

Nicola, who has cried when she couldn’t find Hube, has regained her energy upon knowing she will soon live in his hometown. She is a simple-minded person, with an optimistic look on life. Her smile is certainly infectious.

“It seems that you two have a good relationship. I wonder who Yuuri will marry in the end, the older brother or the younger brother?”

“Ma… I’ll marry neither!”

“Eh? Then why did you elope…”

“I didn’t elo-”

“It’s because this guy’s a big flirt and a cheater!”

I try to stand up headbutt-style, but he must’ve done something to my acupoints; a push on my forehead and I fall back down again.

Conrad lifts the makeshift fabric door, and speaks:

“We almost at the border… Your majesty? Ahh, where are you? Why are you lying on someone’s lap? I didn’t recognise it was you.”

“Save me, Conrad! Even if it was to sit behind you, please let me ride on a horse!”

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Setting: Back in Shin Makoku now. Yuuri is trying to go back to earth... well, trying... Shown (altered) in epsidoe 15.
NOTE! There is a drama CD showing Wolfram's imagination as he walks to the bath - it's hilarious XD

“Your methods of seduction are certainly more daring now.”

Determined, I have knocked on Wolfram’s door, and the bishounen greeted me with a complicated expression and head tilted to one side. I suppose it's hard to imagine the normal me doing something like this, so those tender lips didn’t open again.

“What I’m saying is… we only need to bathe together. If you’re finding it a bit embarrassing, then just wear some swimming trunks.”

“If it’s just the two of us then there’s nothing to be embarrassed about…”

“Then go get ready! I’m in a hurry! … Hey, what are you preparing? You only need a towel and a change of pants.”

There are some weird props in his room; no matter what, there is no need for rubber ducks right?

I pull on the broadly grinning Wolfram, and head towards the familiar Maou bathroom.

The Maou’s personal bathroom is as grand as always, the cream coloured bath tub is huge enough to be in the world record. This country's so hot but there isn't even a swimming pool to train in; I really wish I could share this bathroom and the adjoining chambers.

Today, sexy queen Cheri-sama and the menservants who normally ask to wash my back are not there, but the water still pour steadily out of the five-edged bull-mouth tap. I can finally swim however I want to swim, and drink however I want to drink.

I stand up before Wolfram whose eyes are widened and lips pursed, and jump into the tub, still wearing my clothes and holding my nose. It seems for an instant that I almost touch the bottom, but then I resurface.

“Pwah!”

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry, can you give me a push from behind.”

With my hair and shirt dripping with water, I crouch beside the tub once again.

“Push me.”

“What kind of game are you playing?”

I forced him to push me into the water, but my body still floated back up quickly.

“This is strange… Wah! What are you doing! Why have you jumped down too?”

Wolfram follows after me into the first water passage, his wavy golden locks are instantly drenched. This vision before me is like an angel bathing himself, but he – like me – has jumped in with clothes on. He swims towards me in fluid breaststrokes.

“Why did you jump in? You didn’t need to come in! Just push me, that’s all!”

Snow-white arms encircle my neck.

Fortunately, with the help of buoyancy, I just manage to keep from toppling over.

“Don’t hug me!”

“Didn’t you want to try a new type of game?”

“What ‘game’? … Wolfram, what kind of perverted things are you thinking?”

I am forced into a corner with nowhere to run, and he is still gleefully broadening his happy fantasy; I drop my head shamefully. I let my feet touch the tub floor, and then try to extend my knees.

But the water does not suck me down.

“… I can’t go back.”

“Ah? Didn’t you come back safely?”

“I didn’t mean that! Even though I have returned from Suberera back to Shin Mazoku, but this time, I need to go back to my home!”

I flap my arms around the water like a child, brandishing wildly. Wolfram stands up gently, away from the water droplets.

“I can’t go back now! Can’t go back to my home, Earth, Japan! Last time and the time before that it was always something to do with water, so I thought maybe this time I can go back through the bath. But on my own, no matter what I did nothing happened. Then I thought... maybe if it was someone else… But now even if you pushed me, I still can’t go home!”

“What did you say?”

“… Wolf, how come your expression’s become like 森进一.” [An old Japanese singer, I think – not sure]

There are creases between his eyebrows and his nose. The former Mazoku prince lifts his chin and his shoulders shift slightly.

“You – for this kind of little thing – used me?”

“What ‘little thing’? I tell you, this is very very important to me!”

“But you are already this country’s Maou, there’s no need for you to run around everywhere anymore! To you, this castle should be your home! To live here always… isn’t that only natural?”

He has deliberately used several emphatic and powerful words. Every time that this bishounen scolds me, I would feel the numerous wounds his words would cut. What he said is probably true; me diving stupidly into the water is most likely pointless and an idiot thing to do.

But I really didn’t think there’d be a day when I’d be unable to return to Japan.

“But you know too, right? Last time and last last time, if I had tried my hardest and resolved the problem, I would be able to go home. And I’ve retrieved the Mateki this time, my impostor… even though we didn’t look much alike, but we still ensured she’s safe and sound. It might be counted as a normal pass level only, but at the very least we’ve succeeded, right? But then why can’t I go back?

... Or maybe it's because the game was not archived…? But if I can never return to Japan, what will become of me if I continued living in Shin Mazoku?”

“Be the Maou, of course!”

Even though I have long gotten used to those two words [ma-ou: demon king], for an instant I still could not breathe.

That's right, I have already announced that I will take that role, and swore on it in front of everyone.

“But I can’t go back… I never thought of this… If I can never return to Japan, then I won’t see if Saitama Seibu Lions wins the season, and will never learn how to bat XXX by the coach. And I’ll never be able to see a baseball game again!”

“You can set up a new team here! Didn’t you always ramble on about making it a national sport?”

“My baseball skills aren’t at that level yet!”

The clothes have absorbed a lot of water, and are becoming heavy. But my body still refuses to sink.

“And the team, the school, my friends… like Murata! He saw me sink down but never resurfaced, he must be very shocked and is probably blaming himself…”

It's possible that the Shibuya Yuuri in Japan is pronounced dead already at the Sealife Centre. I haven't done any warm-up exercises before jumping into the pool, maybe my heart has already been paralysed and so died painlessly.

And that’s why… I can't go back?

“Then… What do I do… How can I tell my family…… No, I probably can’t say anything. And my wife…”

“You have a wife?”

“Don’t pick on my words now! I meant my brother [yeah, I don’t understand this part at all]! My parents and my brother… and suddenly, I can never see my family again… Isn’t this a bit too unfair and unreasonable!”

“Why can’t you understand?!”

Wolfram sweeps back the wet bangs from his forehead, and suddenly, he seems two years older than me. The verdure and seemingly haughty eyes are narrowed and glaring towards me. He really does have an angel’s face, but his words draw blood with each syllable.

“You belong to this world, Yuuri. You cannot escape from the home of your soul!”

“No one told me that.”

Even I can hear the tremble in my voice at the last few words.

“Have you really been oblivious all this time?!”

I have thought of everything too simply...

If the silence continues any longer, it is very possible that I will do something extremely embarrassing.

So I jump, and dive into the pool. I push the floor several times, and try to stay submerged for as long as possible, checking the place where I usually come from.

I shouldn’t abandon my resolve, I have to calm down. Didn’t baseball commentators always say “a crisis point is a turning point”? Even when forced into a situation with no visible way out, I must stay calm and collected. If I don’t carefully analyse the surrounding, I will never find the way to break out of the deadlock.

But no matter how I try to convince myself, the strange water currents from before refused to appear.

“Hey!”

If Wolfram hadn’t pulled me up, I’d have forgotten to breathe.

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I don't know why I chose so many passages to translate in Novel 3. It was only when I was scratching my head wondering why the hell I'm doing this that I realised most of them are animated quite accurately in the anime anyway ... -_-;

It's weird to translate... Chinese doesn't really have tenses and I find myself constantly jumping from one to another. I think I'll try to stick with present tense, but I always write in past that some sentences can't help but sound so weird... :S

Even though the sentences were few and, often, standalone-ish. There were some seriously cute Yuuram/Wolfyuu moments!! :)

PS. Editing this post has taken me hours... Does anyone use any kind of simple LJ client? I'm posting this using Deepest Sender

KKM novel 2: Ch10 - Translation (part only)

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 23:14:58 GMT

Again, translating's fun :) But it's kinda hard to make the words flow...

This scene is partly animated, but they left out so much that it can hardly counts.

Setting: After retrieving Morgif, they are back at the castle and Yuuri is planning to take a bath (in the anime, he has just woken up).

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Novel 2: Chapter 10

It’s been a long time since I’ve slept on a bed that doesn’t rock all the time. To realise this dream, I made my way to the already prepared bedroom. Although it is much smaller than the one in Shin Mazoku, the bed here can be described as super king-size! No, more accurately, it should be called Maou-sized. A hundred people can easily sleep here without problems.

Because I wanted some time to myself, I have asked the maids to retreat.

Checking the room has a bathroom, I turned on the (some kind of pentagon bull-mouth shaped?) tap for hot water. I planned to bathe until my skin’s puffy, and finally relax my muscles. I walked towards the bed to strip.

“Ah-ah… So tired… … Wh-Who is it?!”

There’s someone hidden under the quilts.

I pulled them away forcefully.

“Wolfram! … What are you doing here?”

“Me?”

Wolfram looked like a woman who’s just had a shower; he laid on the bed, flourishing his arms and legs.

“Yobai*!”

"Yobai?! B-By youbai, y-y-you mean when m-men sneak into other people's beds…?!”

“That’s right!”

Why is it this…? Wait, no no no... It should be men sneaking into women’s beds!!

How can I let him drag me around like this?

Wolfram placed his hands on his hips haughtily, his upper body was propped upright and eyebrows furrowed in a frown. If this was posed before someone who was interest in that, they would definitely completely fall under the bishounen’s spell.

“If I was to wait for Yuuri to make a decision, it could be hundreds of years later and still be nothing!”

“Then… what decision do you want to make…”

I made my attitude courteous, even the words were humbly spoken.

The Mazoku prince’s expression instantly lifted, he grabbed my hand and pushed me down.

“Wah!”

“Are you willing to make a decision now?”

“No!”

Just thinking about how to make the decision was scary enough. Even though it won’t cost me my life, it still seemed that I will be losing something! Forcefully, I tore myself away from him, and ran into the bathroom, locking the door.

“Yuuri!”

“Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute! Let’s have a bath first!! Didn’t you say you detested doing stuff with smelly, sweaty guys?”

Doing stuff… I was frightening myself with my own words, all the blood in my body instantly froze up.

My head and nose began to sting, and standing up suddenly made my head swim.

“Yuuri! Oi! Open the door!”

“No!”

The pain in my head was becoming too much; I sat down next to the bathtub.

“Fshh!”

It was like I was diving as I fell backwards, my head bending towards the earth and into the water. Even the bathtub is Maou-sized, and therefore sinking to the bottom takes some time… What the hell is with what!!

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After: Then he wakes up in the communal showers (I think it was) with Murata, wearing - as Murata describes - sexy, stringy underpants XD Who doesn't love Murata?!

* Yobai, or 'night-crawling; is when a man sneaks into a woman's bed and make his intentions known. If she consents, they would have discrete sex until the early morning.
For more information: go here. Courtesy of chibisah ;)

Hope this was okay!

KKM novel 1: ch10 - translation [only a section]

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 23:17:49 GMT

I finally found a website with the translations of all/most of the Kyou Kara Mou novel chapters. My Chinese sucks donkey's ass and I can't be asked to read thoroughly through all of it. But some Wolfram (and Yuuri) scenes are just so cute! This is one =33

My Chinese really is frightfully bad, but luckily my English is decent. So I hope this will be okay :) I did try to keep the words as close to their originals as possible...

Set just before the Maou initiation ceremony (in episode 3). They omitted this part out in the anime!! I thought it was adorable...

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[NOTE: I do believe the entire novel is written pretty much in Yuuri's POV, so "I" would indicate Yuuri referring to himself.]

From the other side of the corridor, an elegant blonde walked over. He is dressed in a deep blue formal outifit, the enchanting Mazoku prince: Wolfram. "I suppose what they mean by bishounens are people like him..." I sighed, muterring to myself.

"You're wearing something that shabby?"

"Ah!"

"I'd have expected nothing less from your majesty's personally-fitted outfit, nothing is more appropriate than your original black uniform." I was just praised this way... ~~[I'm guessing, by Gunter!]~~

"No badge or accessories... as someone who will become a king, how can you wear such shabby clothes!"

He didn't glance at me once, gazes wavering and unstill. Maybe I was thinking too much, but his normally white porcelain cheeks were actually faintly tinted with red!

"Don't wear something that gives no indication of wealth or status, and humiliate my brother and I!"

Just when I opened my mouth to argue back, Wolfram drew back my chest ~~[I think it means collar really]~~ and attached a shiny golden brooch.

"Ah!"

"This is something my Uncle von Bieleford gave me when I was little... Although it doesn't have any special abilities, to someone who has yet to do anything, to someone who hasn't even stepped onto a battlefied, this kind of thing is the most suitable! Yuuri is a cannot-ride-a-horse, the world's worst, wimpy king!"

"Don't call me a wimp!"

"Good... it looks pretty good."

Wolfram finished speaking at an unnaturally fast rate, and hurriedly jogged away. The gift on my chest is a golden bird with wings outstretched. Conrad watched his brother leave with a satisfied expression.

"It seems that Wolfram is quite fond of your majesty."

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Then Yuuri tried to changed the subject and opened the door... and we all know what happened from there :D

Edit: In chapter 11, Yuuri was awoken very hurriedly for a meeting (the one before they set off to find Morgif). Wolfram asked him why he wasn't wearing the brooch, but still kept the pendent Conrad gave him...
Random, but I did feel like whacking Yuuri on the head.

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I'm posting this on my journal because it's easier to keep tabs on it, hope nobody minds... This will be kept public after all.

Oh, and as this did take a surprisingly long time (my Chinese really has deteriorated), please do not claim any translation as your own. Also, I'd be happy to discuss any misinterpretations on my part :)

If enough people show interest, I'd be happy to translate more scenes or any other bits and pieces. We need more KKM!!! ^_^

Kyou Kara Maou & Kaidoh fanart

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 23:51:26 GMT

I took advantage of this ~~well-deserved-and-desperately-needed~~ holiday to enjoy myself :D And done so by watching all the episodes and OVAs available of... Kyou Kara Maou!!

And now... Well...

-Squishes- -Glomps- -Giggles- -Dies- I'm utterly infatuated with Wolfram!! He's so adorable!! I wanna squish his cheeks and get burned in his magic fire XD And then watch him and Yuuri develop what will hopefully be a long-lasting relationship ^__________^

It's not healthy how long I kept up at nights to watch the anime =S I'm meant to be catching up on sleep this week too... but oh well.

To be honest, I can't say the anime's all that brilliant. Maybe it's just the style but I thought the plotline was really loose (and one point I thought it just didn't have one!!). Seriously, the actual continuing plotline only took, what, 20 episodes out of the 78. It was like watching fillers all the time! But then I'm fussy like that...

And the characters... again... :(... I only like Wolfram!! None of them seem to be captivating enough for me to be interested in longer than 5 seconds. I really liked Yuuri at the beginning but his constant righteousness and must-save-everyone directness got boring as time went on... (The Maou form is HOT though - and oh so corny at times ^^) I swear it's 'cause the anime focused so much on action that it didn't develop the characters enough. They all seem too one-dimensional :(

Whatever, this was meant to be a happy post! I still really like it!! ~~I did go through the whole thing on youtube in 2 and a half days!!~~ OVA 3 was pure Wolfram looooooooooove!! :D And of course, I'm now an avid Yuuram fanatic (although Yuuri is a far cry from the cold-blooded, testestrone-radiating semes I usually worship XD). It's sorta difficult to find fics on them that aren't just smutt extreme :S But I have found an absolutely amazing one :D:D

This wasn't meant to be this long I swear, oh well. A pic and I'm gonna go.

deviantArt: click here

Ciao!

Only Pretence: Chapter 4

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 19:04:34 GMT

Finally, I write Chapter 4... -_-

Title: Only Pretence
Chapter: 4
Rating: PG-15
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Momo/Kaidoh, minor InuKai and MomoAnn

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<<= Chapter 1

<=Chapter 3
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The party was loud; so extremely and overly loud that even Momo – who was undoubtedly one of the loudest people around – could barely hear himself over the thudding pulse of the music. Squeezing and shuffling around the clustered groups, Momo momentarily amused himself with the thought that the socially-retarded Kaidoh must be hissing like crazy behind him; but then a loud boom punched out of the sound system and his brain smashed into his skull. Vaguely in a distant corner, he saw the blue-capped Shishido shouting (silently, of course) to a smirking Oshitari by the speakers and noted Ohtori’s anxious attempts to calm him down.

Momo mentally gave his support to Shishido, and secretly cursed Oshitari. Anything to lower the volume, he thought.

Perhaps it was due to the excessive noise or just the sheer amount of people in the room that the air felt incredibly hot. Momo had long ago shed his jacket yet his skin still felt alight with flames. He nodded hazy greetings to random faces he recognised and desperately hoped his hair gel wouldn’t melt in the heat. He hadn’t brought extra, after all.

“Having fun?”

Finally separated from the mob, Momo halted in fanning himself as Fuji’s profile emerged from the shadows. The mere fact that he did not jump proved that he had gotten used to Fuji’s antics by now, but a second later and that notion was denied; as his eyes caught the sight of something that made his whole body freeze. Kaidoh stepped up beside him.

“Stop dragging me so hard, idiot, I can walk fine by-”

He stopped, and Momo knew exactly why he stopped; for his own throat had dried up as well.

Fuji just smiled innocently. “What’s wrong?”

They stared.

What’s wrong…?!

Love bites… Love bites were everywhere. Fuji didn’t look at all like a man who’d just arrived at a party, but rather like a pretty package that’d just been pressed and rolled through a stamping machine for lip-shaped bruises.

“Fu-Fuji-senpai…”

Momo swallowed hard, unsure what to say. He pointed vaguely the direction of the hickeys and Fuji lifted a ginger hand.

“Ah yes, I forgot about my trophies…” He chuckled softly, and Momo paled whiter than he thought was possible. “Don’t look so alarmed, you two. I assure you I had shown my… ah, associates a more-than-equally enjoyable time as well.”

omo noticed the plural form, but couldn’t unlock his larynx, and apparently neither could Kaidoh.

Fuji chuckled again, eyes (well, Momo assumed) lowering downwards.

“Ah… I’m taking the plan is going well then?”

Momo blinked, and looked down. He felt Kaidoh do the same. They sprung apart at the same time, shaking their hands as if burnt. He heard Fuji titter.

“Or did neither of you realise?”

Kaidoh flushed red, and hissed as he turned away, but he didn’t say anything.

Momo stared at his hand blankly, and wondered why he hadn’t noticed. It seemed to have been subconscious, or even instinctive. Glancing sideways, he wondered who had grabbed whose hand first, and then shuddered at the thought, did it really matter?

Fuji gazed from Momo to Kaidoh in amusement, lips curling upwards. He pondered whether he should stay and antagonize them further – for they were such lovely boys to torment – but then that a cross-shaped scar crossed his vision, and priorities changed.

“Ah, I do believe I’ve just spotted Yuuta. Well, if you’ll excuse me…”

Fuji strolled away gracefully, turning his head briefly to wink at them both, and was soon swallowed by the crowd. How he could recognise anyone from the mass of swarming people was beyond Momo’s comprehension, but he reasoned it was Fuji-senpai after all.

Kaidoh was still refusing to look at him, and soon Momo was starting to feel kind of uncomfortable. He shoved his hands into his jeans and tried to think of something to say.

“Don’t yo-”

“I’m getting a drink.”

Momo gaped as Kaidoh turned on his heel without a backward glance and walked away. Some amount of irritation bubbled in his chest but he pushed it down. It wouldn’t be smart to start a fist-fight with Tezuka-buchou so close by. Momo glared at the back of the bandana and turned briskly in the other direction. He didn’t want to somehow hold hands with Kaidoh again anyway.

The music was more ear-tolerant as he passed through the room again; Shishido was talking in rapid whispers with Ohtori, apparently now calm. He moved on and sought to find more Seigaku team members.

In the darkest corner of the great room, Momo spotted Echizen yawning and bored looking on a couch, Yamabuki’s Dan Taichi yabbering and gesticulating wildly beside him. Taka-san was in the kitchen, making sushi and appeared to be apologizing to Oishi who was on constant lookout for any baton-like objects. Eiji kept one arm draped over Oishi as he bounced on his heels, shouting and hopping to the music (Momo later saw Eiji and Hyotei’s Makahi Gakuto having a dance-off on a platform conjured out of nowhere). There was a light frost in the air when Momo reached Fuji-senpai again. He and Atobe seemed to be having a silent duel, with both acting spine-chillingly courteous towards each other. Momo felt deeply sorry for Tezuka-buchou, who sat square-faced in the middle and looked like he wanted nothing more than to just be alone.

It wasn’t until Momo sidled through the crowds to find Kaidoh again did he see Inui-senpai. The data-player stood close to Rikkai’s Yanagi Renji and they seemed to be having a rather heated discussion. For one smallest moment, Momo thought he heard his own name mentioned but it was impossible to be sure in the noise. Besides, his feet sped up as all else was forgotten; he had spotted Kaidoh by the drinks booth.

“Having fun?” Momo ran a hand through his hair, the gel long stopped working.

Kaidoh didn’t say anything; his eyes watched Momo silently. Then in one swift movement, he tilted his head back and downed the whole beer can in one swig.

“What do you think…?”

Momo rolled his eyes. He forgot that unsociable attitudes like Kaidoh’s were a life-long disease; and it’d take more than a drink to begin withdrawal. Grinning slightly, Momo thought of Tezuka-buchou, who was living proof.

Indeed, he was just about to voice that opinion when he realised that Kaidoh wasn’t looking at him at all. The other boy’s eyes gazed past him, unfocused, and stared out at something behind his back. Momo turned and saw Inui and Yanagi still in deep conversation; white panes glinting brightly. He was feeling inexplicably annoyed when he turned back again. But as he watched Kaidoh reach out and grab another can, he couldn’t help but noticing the number of empty containers already on the table and the unnatural flush on Kaidoh’s cheeks.

“Stop it, Kaidoh. Don’t.” He took hold of Kaidoh’s wrist, this time fully intentional. His voice sounded cold even to himself. “You’ve had enough already.”

Kaidoh glared at Momo through dark, hooded eyes and knocked his hand off. “Shut up. Leave me alone.”

Momo didn’t relinquish, and Kaidoh shoved him out of the way - hard. Eyes narrowed and resolute, he grabbed Kaidoh’s arm and twisted so that they were both facing away from the booth, and soon he was almost pinning Kaidoh to the wall. Kaidoh was hissing loudly and Momo knew had it been anywhere else, he’d be sporting a purpling bruise by now. But as he looked over Kaidoh’s face again, it was clear that the other boy had no experience with handling alcohol.

“Look,” Real anger was now seething through his teeth as Momo shook Kaidoh. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing but getting pissed and acting jealous like this isn’t going to get you any bonus points with Inui or anybody else. Get a grip of yourself, dammit!”

This time, Kaidoh did look at him, and his expression was incredulous. With one hard push, he threw Momo off him and almost smirked as the other tumbled. “My god, Momoshiro, you really are so stupid.”

Momo pulled himself up and snarled.

“Stupid enough to be swaying on my own two feet and so drunk I can barely hold myself up?!”

Nostrils flared and a moment later Momo found himself being glared through glinting, dark eyes, a hand curled around his collar.

“You don’t know a fucking thing, bastard, so don’t act like you do.” Then the glint was gone and green eyes stared out, almost blankly, into Momo. “And don’t act like you care either…”

Something snapped. There was a blur of movement and a second later he had pushed Kaidoh into the wall, angry lips gnawing away at Kaidoh’s alcohol-smeared ones. His hands clutched at Kaidoh’s head tightly and the bandana slipped off. It was pungent, Momo never liked beer and found he liked it even less when it was all he could smell. But Kaidoh’s mouth was warm and wet and soft and Momo felt as if his insides had melted with the touch.

Breaking away from Kaidoh, Momo allowed himself one glimpse of Kaidoh’s flushed, startled face before crushing their mouths together again.

“C’mon, you want this to look more believable right?”

He didn’t know what he was saying, or why he was bringing any pretences, games into this when he knew he wasn’t kissing Kaidoh for any ‘plan’ or show. But then why was he doing it?

Kaidoh shifted, and Momo braced himself for the punch that was coming. He had expected it from the beginning. But the hands merely moved to claw at his back and lifted Kaidoh’s body closer to Momo. Grunting and hissing, Kaidoh shuddered and his lips parted in a gasp; Momo felt a hot tongue slide into sync with his. And suddenly it was shit shit shit, he couldn’t breathe…

Beep beep! Beep beep!

They broke apart with the sound of a bottle uncorked. Kaidoh’s bandana was askew on his head and his eyes were unfocused and hazy, the flush on his face was even redder than before. Wiping his mouth irately, Kaidoh leaned against the wall and glared as Momo groped inside his jeans for the cell phone that was still ringing incessantly.

Bestowing a drawn-out and gruesome death to the caller, Momo flipped it open.

“Moshi Moshi?” His throat was coarse and dry and he swallowed.

“Momoshiro-kun? It’s Ann.”

The heart that was still pounding so loudly against his ribcage seemed to freeze mid-movement, and then resumed pace faster than before. He glanced at Kaidoh – who was now untangling the knotted bandana - and quickly walked a few paces away.

“A-ah, Ann-chan… what’s up?”

“Are you at Atobe-san’s party? I can hear music.”

Momo glanced around pointlessly. “Er, yeah, um… It’s pretty loud huh?”

“Is Kaidoh-kun with you?”

“Eh?! Er, well…” He glanced back; Kaidoh seemed to have given up with his bandana and was now watching him, hissing silently, but didn’t come within earshot. “Well yeah - I mean no, not really, I suppose…”

“Momoshiro-kun…”

Momo paused, his hand pressing the phone hard to his ear; Ann seemed to be having trouble getting out her words.

“Next Saturday is my birthday.” Momo blinked twice, he had forgotten he had known that. “If you don’t mind, I…” Another pause. “I’d really like to spend it with you.”

“Oh!” Momo relaxed, he thought it’d be something so much worse with her tone so-

“- Just with you.”

A long silence ensued over the line; but Momo had lost the power of speech. His lips opened and closed like a goldfish as Ann listened to the music blasting background. The knuckles holding the mobile were white and shaking. After a minute of nothing, Ann called softly,

“Momoshiro-kun?”

“What? Oh yeah… yeah - I mean! Yes!” Momo sprang to his feet and smacked a hand to his head, waking himself up. This was Ann! “Of course I can, just tell me where to meet you and when.”

“Oh I’m so glad.” She laughed as the nervousness wore off. “Let’s see… how about we meet at 11 o’clock at the roadside tennis courts?”

“Sure, th-that sounds great. 11 o’clock. Tennis courts. Fine, great! I-I’ll see you then!”

The call ended and Momo stared at his phone in disbelief; his ears still ringing with her goodbye. Ann had asked him out. Just him, meaning no Echizen, Kamio or Fuji-senpai this time. A date… it was a date. His mind reeled. Fuji-senpai’s plan had worked!

Before he could digest this information properly, however, a lump of fabric was thrown into his face, and Kaidoh’s scowling expression suddenly appeared in front of him.

“Take your jacket, the party’s over. And wipe that idiotic smile off your face, I’m not leaving with you looking like that.” Then, almost as an afterthought as he zipped his jacket to the wrong place, “Who was it?”

Momo looked at him.

Kaidoh’s hair was loose in locks on his shoulder and his long-sleeve jacket half-adorned. His lips looked sore and abused from the recent mistreatment and Momo could see the faint red hue still splayed across his cheeks. As he looked on, the loud thumping rhythm in his chest picked up again and he tore his eyes away hurriedly.

Stuffing the phone back into his jeans, Momo pulled the jacket over himself and turned away from boy who was watching him ever so carefully. He walked fast towards the door, determinedly keeping his eyes on the floor.

“It’s just my mum.”

He lied.

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Sorry to yaoiness_kokoro, who hates this pairing...
Otherwise, I hope y'all liked it :

Fanart: The Best Way to Die

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 02:00:43 GMT

My god, drawing is so fun, too fun in fact. I just spent the better part of the past 2 weeks on this incredibly anatomically-wrong drawing :( Eurgh...

My head feels like rolling to the floor, so I'm gonna post this and go sleep...

DeviantArt link: here
Oh story link: The Best Way to Die

Nighty-night...

Fanart: Christmas wish

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 11:13:15 GMT

I'm not religious at all but I adore the Xmas season. It's all so festive and joyous and happy. It's a time for families, and that's just what I crave ~~(even though it'll just be my mum and I alone)~~ ^^ It's just such a nice atmosphere.

Holidays soon! Can't wait!! ~~*conveniently forgets the 5 modules in January...*~~

Fanart: "Coming?"

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 17:09:52 GMT

Dedicated to cait_rose :)

Click to go on dA link.

Took a good few hours... Patience is something I really lack :( *sigh * But Photoshop CS2 really is ace!

I should draw more of other characters actually... Pretty much ran out of ideas for Orihime now ^^;

Fanart: Surrender

Sun, 02 Dec 2007 00:35:33 GMT

A somewhat sorrowful attempt at UlquiHime, I think :S
Watercolours are such a pain in the arse... :(

Click on pic to link to dA.

I think Ulquiorra's hands are white... think...

Fanfic: Chocolate Frog Card

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 21:58:47 GMT

Title: Chocolate Frog Card
Rating: All (warning: slash)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus Dumbledore & Gellert Grindelwald
Note: Inspired by Dumbledore Chocoloate Frog Card.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my own limited creative juices, and perhaps the Cadbury chocolate bar in my mouth.

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ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
Currently Head master of Hogwarts.

Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel.

Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

Dumbledore sighed as he looked up from the card, settling back on his chair. The setting sun threw soft, sinewy shadows from beyond the horizon, casting a crimson glow to everything. The chocolate frog had leapt out of its wrapper and seemed to gaze up at him expectantly; but Dumbledore was in no mood to eat it.

It had been years, decades even, since the Chocolate Frogs added his name to the list of famous wizards and witches which every child and teenager, even some adults, vow to collect. It was a great honour, truly. He hadn’t been lying when he told Bill he would care less what they did with his other achievements and awards, as long as they kept him on those miniature cards.

It was only half a joke. He had always liked to influence young minds, after all.

However…

He held the card up again.

… Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945…

And once again, all at once, the knot inside his chest, a knot he’d never been able to unravel, tightened and the pain – as powerful and vivid as it had been that day – engulfed him, just like he expected it to. A sudden weight of weariness pulled on him, and he lifted a weak hand to his temple.

Blue eyes closed, shutting out the world, and all he could do was remember.

Gellert…

“Albus!”

A much younger Albus Dumbledore looked up from the sink. His heart was already thumping even before it captured the sight of golden curls and that gleeful face. The plate supported by his wand slipped, and crashed to the floor loudly.

“Reparo.” Blushing slightly, Albus pointed at the shattered pieces, and they quickly reassembled. Gellert was already at his side, laughing merrily at his clumsy mistake; not knowing it was only because of him.

There was loud stomping down the stairs, and soon an angry face emerged between the worn-away bars.

“Would you be quieter? I just got her to start her breakfast!”

Aberforth.

Restoring the plate, Albus muttered a quiet “Sorry” but Aberforth had already seen Gellert. His face twisted; hatred evident in every line.

“What are you doing here, again?! You’re not welcome at this house, Grindelwald. Get out.”

Gellert looked away from him coolly, twirling his wand delicately between his fingers, and did not even seem to acknowledge Aberforth’s presence.

“I do not believe you’re the owner of this house, Aberforth, and therefore do not have the authority to command me out. Besides,” He suddenly stopped playing with his wand and grabbed Albus’s wrist – almost making him drop the plate again. “I only came to invite your brother out on an excursion, and would’ve been hundreds of miles away from here by now had you not interrupted us and promptly began acting out your bull-headedness.”

Blood surged to Aberforth’s face, and Albus knew it was time to step in. Aberforth was not good with words and any further arguments would only render him to become physical. He was no match for Gellert, wand or no wand. There was also Ariana to think of.

“Aberforth,” He stepped forward, effectively setting himself between Gellert and Aberforth. “I’ve already finished the dishes, and the floors are cleaned too. Lunch is set by the table; it will reheat itself in three hours. I promise you, Gellert and I won’t be long. I’ll definitely be back before dinner, alright?”

No, it wasn’t alright. Aberforth glared at him, and Albus knew it wouldn’t be alright either. But Gellert’s hand was still wrapped around his wrist and it was pulling him to the door.

“I… I’ll see you later.”

Then the door was shut, and so did every unpleasant thought in Albus’s mind.

Gellert’s fingers were soft and warm against his skin, their hold tight but never uncomfortable. He was yelling something about the river and hot weather as he flounced down the street but Albus heard almost nothing. His heart was racing again; Gellert always looked his best in the sun.

“Oh I almost forgot!”

The abrupt halt in their tracks almost made Albus stumble, and the hand removed from his wrist. Glancing up, he saw Gellert pull something out of his pockets.

“Chocolate Frogs!” Perfect white teeth shone as Gellert beamed, and Albus found himself holding five candy bars.

“Aunt Balthilda bought them for some guests next week, but gave me some to try. I never had one before. We don’t have them in Germany, although I heard they’re going global soon. What are they like?”

With that, he tore off one wrapping and positively gasped when a chocolate frog leapt onto his arm. The sun was shining and it glimmered with each twinkle of Gellert’s wide, gleeful eyes.

“Albus! Look- Look at it!”

Albus’s eyes dropped down to the frog, which croaked (triggering a loud guffaw from Gellert), and immediately back to Gellert. There was a wild happiness about his features, unconstrained and whole in its entirety. Away from the copious letters and animated discussions about the greater good, it was one of those rare moments that reminded Albus Gellert was still just a sixteen years old boy.

To get so excited by Chocolate Frogs…

“Hey, there’s even a card!”

Albus looked down, tearing his eyes away. In Gellert’s hand was a portrait of a beautiful woman, with the name Cliodna inscribed across the frame.

“I heard they only print famous witches and wizards.” Gellert had turned the card around and was squinting at the back.

“Cliodna, the first witch to discover the compatibility of unicorn hair in wand-making, although due to the numerous sightings by muggles, she is perhaps more popularly known and recognised as the Celtic Irish goddess of beauty, and believed to be the protector of ethereal creatures from heaven…”

Albus opened a packet of his own, and without waiting, bit into the chocolate frog. Gellert continued reading beside him as the sticky sweetness stained his tongue. He plucked the card from his packet - Paracelsus – and offered it to Gellert.

“Here,” His heart leapt as Gellert turned, “Have mine.”

Half an hour later, they were both lying comfortably on the grassy bank, empty chocolate wrappers scattered around them. Gellert was sifting through his collection of cards (Albus gave them all), whilst Albus watched the clouds roll by above; the chocolate still sweet in his mouth.

“One day…”

Smiling already, Albus turned his head sideways, knowing that Gellert was about to start a rant.

“One day, Albus, we’ll be on these cards.” He flapped the cards in his hand as fire ignited in his eyes. “Among the most famous of witches and wizards, we’ll be there. Of course, it won’t be merely these cards. No… we’ll be written in books, be taught in lessons, and be the conversation topic by people for centuries into the future! It will happen, I can see it! One day, you and I will bring to them the perfect world; in which Muggles and wizards can live peacefully and in harmony, side by side.”

And then Gellert looked at him, the untamed passion still blazing in his eyes, and Albus couldn’t say anything more. He simply nodded.

Blue eyes opened, and the present day Dumbledore saw that time was still just as unforgiving; outside, it was night already. He shook his head, it was a long time ago.

Sighing again, he wiped his face dry of tears, and in doing so, realised the gift tag attached with the chocolate box was still held in his hand. He gazed at it sadly, knowing who it was from without reading it. It was unfair too.

Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald…

He smiled bitterly, and with another ache of the heart, turned the card over and quietly opened the drawer, placing it neatly with the other Dumbledore cards already there.

Gellert…

The moon was silver and full as Dumbledore came to stand by the window, his beard grazing ever-so-slightly in the wind, as white as they were once auburn.

We’ve made it.

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Two posts about one fandom in one day O_O Maybe I am getting addicted...

Fanart: Together [Sanada/Atobe]

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 18:29:41 GMT

Title: Together (so original...)
Artist: falls_whisper
Rating: All
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Sanada Genichirou x Atobe Keigo (or just Tango Pair)

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Missed this pair, and watching PoT just made my hands itch to draw something. Hence voila :D
~~I had almost forgotten about the mole under Atobe's eye too!! >_<~~

Fanart: No More Goodbyes [Ichigo/Orihime]

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 08:39:17 GMT

Title: No More Goodbyes
Artist: falls_whisper
Rating: All
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime

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It had no theme to begin with, so I don't know why I made them wears such weird clothes either :S
I tried to make it look like this was a past life, I guess...

Fanfic: A Frilly... Gift [Atobe/Mizuki]

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 08:22:52 GMT

Title: A Frilly... Gift
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Mizuki/Atobe
Notes: Prompt was 'Frills', as requested by nessi_foo. I had meant to finish it for you before this time last week, but timing bit back :( Happy belated birthday!! Hope you had a wonderful Sweet 16!! :D

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Mizuki held out the… um, thing in front of him.

“What is this?”

Leaning back handsomely from the couch, Atobe gazed up lazily, his azure eyes smirking behind long fingers.

“A gift from ore-sama.”

Mizuki stared.

“For me?”

“It would appear so.”

Rigidly, Mizuki turned back to the… gift, was it? He held it up gingerly, pinched between two fingers, almost afraid.

What the hell…

It wasn’t unusual for couples to buy lingerie for each other, yes he knew that. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t done it anyway, so it wasn’t even inappropriate. But still, this one… how could he describe it… It was just so… so…

“Frilly!” His voice sounded high, and he cleared his throat hurriedly. But then he saw the ludicrously decorated pants, and his larynx tightened again. “Why, why, is it so frilly!”

Atobe wasn’t even looking at him; his attention now focused on an ancient-looking book in his lap. Mizuki fumed as Atobe continued to ignore him.

“Yes, ore-sama is quite aware of that.” He flipped through the pages, looking perfectly undisturbed. “It was ore-sama who picked out the gift after all.”

“But I don’t like frills.”

“Of course you do. You wear frilly garments everyday.” He glanced up briefly. “That shirt, for instance, is a perfect example.”

Mizuki looked down.

“This is lace, dammit, not frills! And it’s made from satin, something a normal person would give as a gift.”

“Ore-sama’s present is made of silk, and doubtless far better made than that top you’re wearing, which,” He added, as if the insult wasn’t bad enough. “Clashes horribly with those trousers, coincidentally.”

Mizuki glared. The man was infuriating. This was his favourite shirt. And it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t born with a wallet sewed to his hand. Damn that Atobe…

Although the material did feel annoying soft between his fingers.

Damn him indeed!

“Well, thanks.” He said dryly as he tried to stuff the underwear back into its original equally frilly box. But a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

“Are you not going to try it on?”

Atobe’s voice was close, too close. Breaths fluttered past his earlobes and Mizuki fought the urge to shiver.

“I’d rather not…”

“Ore-sama demands to see you in that, Hajime.”

His hands fumbled with the box clumsily, it was not closing. He tried to edge away from the intoxicating scent permeating from behind.

“I said I’d rather not, didn’t I… Hey! What the-“

Two hands snaked around his torso and had begun unbuttoning his shirt. A cool draft touched his skin as they became undone. Fingertips danced across his chest, tracing delicate circles; they travelled lower and lower. A moment later, a zipper sounded.

“Dammit, Keigo, stop… Ahh!”

Mizuki moaned. A long finger had trailed coyly across the front of his briefs and back. It was cold.

“Such unattractive undergarments, Hajime.” Atobe murmured against his ears. “You could barely feel that, could you? Ore-sama has to do this-“ Two fingers slid over the lengthening shaft, applying more pressure than before, and tapped gently at the top. “-before there is any decent reaction.”

Mizuki was panting by now, his knees threatening to buckle any second. Atobe had abandoned his own shirt some time ago, and Mizuki could very clearly feel the heat every taut muscle brought as they moulded into his back.

The bastard had won.

“Fine.”

His voice sounded dry and breathless as he forcefully wrenched himself away from the inviting warmth and idle hands.

“I’ll change.”

He didn’t need to turn around to see the satisfied smirk on Atobe’s face. The devil had reclaimed his throne. The arrogant bastard.

Five minutes later, Mizuki carefully took a deep breath and pushed open the door leading to Atobe’s personal chambers. He had gotten lost numerous times before in this ridiculously huge mansion and was more than thankful that there were no maids about this time.

The tiny black and red panties (for there was no way they were briefs) were pretty, he could grudgingly admit that; but either they were actually designed for women, or simply five sizes too small, they felt tight, unbelievably and uncomfortably straining against his crotch. As Mizuki waddled across the halls, he knew his erection must be obvious.

“Mm…”

He jumped; the door swung shut behind him.

“Very nice… Very nice indeed.”

Mizuki flushed red; Atobe had appeared from the side. He instinctively moved his hands to cover his lower half, but Atobe pinned him against the door before he could do anything at all.

There was a carnivorous hunger in those midnight irises as they burned into his skin.

“Wha-What are you going to do now?”

Mizuki tried to keep his face straight. It was hard to move at all when his legs were trapped between two far more powerful thighs and his whole personal space invaded like this. It was even more so when there were cool, smooth fingertips grazing over every expanse of exposed flesh.

Atobe smirked, lowering his mouth to the pale neck.

“I’m reaping my reward.”

With a highly girlish squeak, Mizuki yelped as he was thrown onto the bed. The plump, soft mattress broke his fall, but it still hurt. However, wet, scorching lips attacked his throat before any complaint could be made and his body forgot about everything. It melted into the quilt.

Oh God… Mizuki moaned loudly.

Atobe’s hands were smooth, unusual for a sportsman, and felt absolutely heaven as they glided over his form. His hands tangled into silky hair as whimpers and groans were ripped from his lips. The sheets rustled with their movement as the headboard rocked against the wall. Blood was withdrawing rapidly from his brain and Mizuki thought he would faint. It was going too fast…

“Kei-Keigo!”

Atobe bit down on a nipple. He wasn’t going to stop.

“Argh! God, Keigo!” Mizuki was wailing; his body on flame! It was too fast, too soon, he couldn’t breath. He needed… he needed…

A hand grabbed his cock.

God…

“More…” The plea left his lips, barely louder than a whisper. “I need more… Keigo… Now! I-“

But a pair of lips swallowed his words before they could be uttered, and Mizuki kissed back with every fire and passion ignited within his body.

Then he touched Atobe; letting his hands grasp and grope at everywhere. Muscles were rippled and groans were wrenched. He slid his tongue along the bottom lip and gasped when Atobe sucked on it greedily. The hand on his cock was moving faster and faster…

“Ow!!”

There was loud popping sound and Mizuki’s mouth detached from Atobe.

Glaring, he dropped a hand to where the pain originated. Grunting with the effort to lift both his and Atobe’s body, who was now sucking on Mizuki’s neck and refused to help out whatsoever, he pulled and yanked until the accused object was swinging freely in his hand.

It was black and red.

“You!” Mizuki tried to pull Atobe off him, wanting to accuse him directly. But Atobe merely moved his face to the other side. “You…!”

He saw the dangling frills.

“You just wrecked my present!”

Atobe looked up at that, his eyes still hazy with lust, and a hand grabbed the torn panties. He stared at it for a while, then with a casual flick of the wrist, thrown it to the side. Mizuki opened his mouth to protest, but Atobe’s lips found him again.

“Who care?” Impatient hands resumed their original task, now obstruction-free.

“It’s just a frilly underwear.”

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A/N
I would love to make this into a smutty fic but unfortunately, I’m still too embarrassed to write full-blown sex. You do not know how much I was blushing just writing the word ‘cock’ (I’m even blushing now).

First time writing Atobe/Mizuki, I’ve read next to nothing about this pairing so I hope the characterization is all okay.

Fanart: Studying [Albus/Gellert]

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 07:49:28 GMT

Title: Studying (coloured)
Artist: falls_whisper
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald
Note: W00t for this pair!!

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Excuse the bad shirts... My design skills are pitiful, clearly. Let's pretend neither of them were very rich... XD

Fanart: - Studying -

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 18:10:09 GMT

Title: Studying (for lack of a better one)
Artist: falls_whisper
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald
Note: I SAW IT!!!

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First time drawing Dumbledore and Grindelwald ~~(wow, what a mouthful)~~, actually, it's my first time drawing HP full stop.
So please go easy on me :)

Will hopefully be coloured when I have time.