Ahahahahaha too late! Last fifthmus 5/6 of my fic were in italics and as embarrassing as that was, it wasn't changed, despite all my begging and pleading. Therefore you shall be stuck with the consequences, bwahahahahaha.
Anyway, this is an awesome Kaga and Isumi tie-in. I adore the sequence of events and how you made their interactions work. It wasn't some strange, out of the way kinda thing, everything made sense, and the two of them were spectacularly in character. You have several turns of phrase that really make me go squee. I'm jealous of the way you write. <3
NOOOOOO! Aw well, I guess I deserve it for writing the fic in a shoddy HTML editor. Thank you for reading it despite the formatting...you have a heck of a lot of patience!
Also thank you for your kind words. :) I feel like it's a very weird fic (Kaga and Isumi??), and somewhat rushed, and not much happens in it, and the dialogue is a bit stilted, and the fic I got for fifthmus was so much better...but maybe it doesn't suck that much? Thank ye for cheering me up about it! :)
Ooooooh~! I love how Isumi reminds Kaga of Tsutsui and Kaga reminds Isumi of Waya, and I never really thought too much about Isumi going to high school but it works.
It's natural sounding and not forced at all in a situation that could've been really awkwardly written, so definite kudos on that too.
Thank you so very much! This was a great Fifthmus present! <3
Hiii!! Glad you liked it and I'm really sorry about the formatting! I was going to try to post a properly-formatted version in my journal before you read this version, but I guess it's too late. :(
I think the amount of pressure on senior high school students to figure out their futures must be pretty extreme in Japan...heck, it's pretty high-pressure even for middle schoolers, so high school must be even worse. I can understand Isumi's breakdown during and after the pro exam, the poor guy.
Anyway, so relieved you liked it--I really had my doubts about this fic--and I will probably still repost it on my journal anyway so that people can read it without wanting to stab their eyes out. -_-
The formatting gets annoying, but in a strange way, it feels rather poetic. I loved there-but-not-really Kaga/Tsutsui and Waya/Isumi, it was sad and lovely and nostalgic.
He blew out a plume of grey-white disease. "I used to, a little." He looked so dramatic and unncessarily cool, with his messy hair and untucked shirt and eyes slitted in remembrance, that Isumi couldn't help but let out a laugh that immediately turned into a smoke-related coughing fit.
These two lines strike me for some reason. See the freestyle poetry?
Poetry = prose with funny line breaks?flonnebonneJanuary 13 2009, 00:26:50 UTC
Heh, I guess you could look at the formatting mistakes as a strange sort of poetry. Most poetry IS kind of annoying after all. Those two sentences you picked out are particularly striking in their poetry-wannabe-ness.
Ah! I love this so, so much! ♥ I love how their meeting is so casual, how they both have regrets and how they both miss someone and how this meeting isn't "fated and a turning point in their lives," but not quite lacking of meaning for them both. And the ending was very nice. ♥ It was very enjoyable to read!
Thank you! I was definitely going for the feeling of a casual meeting (and a casual few games of go). I was thinking of turning it into more, but it just didn't seem to make sense, you know? So this is how it turned out.
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Anyway, this is an awesome Kaga and Isumi tie-in. I adore the sequence of events and how you made their interactions work. It wasn't some strange, out of the way kinda thing, everything made sense, and the two of them were spectacularly in character. You have several turns of phrase that really make me go squee. I'm jealous of the way you write. <3
Loved this tons.
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Also thank you for your kind words. :) I feel like it's a very weird fic (Kaga and Isumi??), and somewhat rushed, and not much happens in it, and the dialogue is a bit stilted, and the fic I got for fifthmus was so much better...but maybe it doesn't suck that much? Thank ye for cheering me up about it! :)
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It's natural sounding and not forced at all in a situation that could've been really awkwardly written, so definite kudos on that too.
Thank you so very much! This was a great Fifthmus present! <3
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I think the amount of pressure on senior high school students to figure out their futures must be pretty extreme in Japan...heck, it's pretty high-pressure even for middle schoolers, so high school must be even worse. I can understand Isumi's breakdown during and after the pro exam, the poor guy.
Anyway, so relieved you liked it--I really had my doubts about this fic--and I will probably still repost it on my journal anyway so that people can read it without wanting to stab their eyes out. -_-
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He blew out a plume of
grey-white disease. "I used to, a little." He looked so dramatic and unncessarily cool,
with his messy hair and untucked shirt and eyes slitted in remembrance,
that Isumi couldn't help but let out a
laugh that immediately turned into a smoke-related coughing fit.
These two lines strike me for some reason. See the freestyle poetry?
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(Psst, boring normal non-fake-poetry version is here: http://flonnebonne.livejournal.com/48147.html)
Glad you enjoyed the story despite the strangeness. :)
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