3. Figuratively Speaking:: Reita's Confessions and Digging In

Toshiya climbed into the passenger seat of the waiting Mercedes, sighing audibly.
“My mother cursed me when she was carrying me, I just know it,” he groaned, fastening his seatbelt and sinking as far out of sight of the window as his lanky frame would allow.
“What the hell are you ( Read more... )

2. Opening Serves:: The Pieces Fall Where They May

Niikura Kaoru hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes. Between his fingers, he glanced at the clock. 8:22 p.m. He should have gone home hours ago. Instead, he was stuck here, in his office, trying to keep the people in game design from declaring war on their counterparts in research and ( Read more... )

1: My Name is…:: Meet the Mark

The phone rang at exactly 3:35 a.m., just as it was supposed to. Uruha smiled in the darkness, reaching to the nightstand to turn on the lamp and pick up his cell phone. Flipping it open, he lifted it to his ear.

“The mark is down,” he said softly, glancing at the prone man next to him in the bed. “No struggle ( Read more... )

Beautiful Black Widow - Prologue

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Prologue

There are two rules in this business: one, never turn down a job, and two, never get involved with the mark. Two simple ideals that should be easy to follow, especially for someone who’s been in this line of work for as long as I have. I’ve actually lost count of the years. I know, strange, right? ( Read more... )

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OMG.

You won't believe it.

I don't believe it.

"To Love a Rock Star" ... born 8/7/2007...

is COMPLETE!!!!

@ 4:55 a.m. on June 30, 2009... it is DONE! I hit 'save' for the LAST TIME!!!!!

:@_@:

I tried to finish strong, but I'm not quite sure I succeeded. The last few parts will be posted over the span of the next few days.

But... it's FINISHED!

I'm going to ( Read more... )

XXVI. Miyavi: Dear, Sweet, Merciful… Someone

The last person in the world I expected to see in my hotel room was Yoshiki. But there he was, looking somewhat defeated and lonely, but resigned to some bit of fate that he’d given in to. Behind him, Gackt probed me with his eyes. I suppose he was searching for the love I had for him, but I’d buried it ( Read more... )

Sleigh Ride

"Pon? Are you alright? Don't you like your gifts?"
Hiroto glanced up at Nao for a moment, then dropped his gaze back to the pile of items that Nao had surprised him with this morning. Scarves and gloves to block the cold, an insulated coffee mug to keep coffee or tea warm, thermal socks and a thick, down-filled coat.
"No. I mean, yes, I ( Read more... )

**stupid cuts won't work for me... **

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All I Want for Christmas...

"Pon? Hey Pon!"

Hiroto, who had been giving his entire attention to the spiral notebook resting against his drawn up knees, jumped and tumbled sideways off of the couch and onto the floor. Clutching the notebook tightly to his chest, he looked up into Nao's face, a blush rising in ( Read more... )

Grey clouds cover the city in a shroud, as if the sky is in mourning. As well it should be, if the lone figure standing in the middle of a darkening cemetery has anything to say about it. Disregarding the now falling snow, he lays a gloved hand on a dark grey stone, the other reaching up to remove a weathered hat from his head. White flakes fall on ( Read more... )