Hackers Suck!

[neokaidoh]

I am annoyed! I went to log into Neopets the other day and someone had hacked my account! :O!!!! I had 58,398,456 neopoints too. I'd had that account since I was eight. :( So I had to make a new one, but I haven't had much time to play around with it yet. I only have 2,033 neopoints. But my new pet is a Korbat and her name is Kiami-chan! :DDDD

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[princeofwriting]

Meanwhile at Seigaku...

No one would recognise him with the genius disguise, Mizuki was sure of it. He wore his hair in mini pigtails and had decided to don a Seigaku girl's uniform for his latest spying mission over at Seigaku. It really was genius, and Mizuki had to admit that he made a very lovely girl.

When he arrived outside Seigaku's tennis courts, he took out a notebook and pen. Fuji-kun was looking... no, performing very well. He bit his lip-glossed lips and shivered - it really was cold when one was wearing a skirt. Or so he told himself.

[fsshuuukitty]

He bit his lip-glossed lips and shivered - it really was cold when one was wearing a skirt. Of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that it was winter and the skirt fell five inches above his knees when standing. Sitting down it was even shorter. Mizuki shifted on the cold bench, pressing himself tight against Yuuta's side. He told himself it was just because he was cold and Yuuta was warm, but the blush on Yuuta's cheeks said otherwise.

[princeofwriting]

Mizuki shifted on the cold bench, pressing himself tight against Yuuta's side.

Yuuta blushed. Why had Mizuki-san dragged him along for this? He didn't care about collecting data on his brother (much). And he definitely didn't feel it was necessary to get the data while both of them were wearing skirts (and he an atrocious brown wig Mizuki had found at a discount store).

It was cold, though... and they were sharing body heat... so maybe it wasn't as bad as Yuuta had originally thought?

Still, though. He sighed and stared at the ground, just in case his brother happened to look up and notice him. THAT would be a very, very bad thing.

[totallynot_kira]

Yuuta blushed. Back massages weren't normal protocol for the cool down of a practice session, much less shirtless ones given by Mizuki. But it was for his benefit, Mizuki had said, and his muscles did feel rather tense. It also felt really, really good. Mizuki's hands were warm as they pressed deep into Yuuta's back, fingers working vigorously to get out all the knots and kinks

[flippybitch]

Rikkai's Jackal Kuwahara sometimes wondered how he ended up on the team that he was on. Really, he didn't feel like he fit in. Everyone stood out in their own way, from their buchou's amazing tennis ability, down to Kirihara and...well, let's just say he stood out in his own, special way. Jackal, however, had nothing. ...He was tall. And bald. And not Japanese. That was about it, but did that really count

[golf_swing]

Kirihara and Marui played some distractingly loud, horribly gruesome shooting game at the arcade.

Kirihara took the advantage that Marui gave him as he stopped to finish off a slice of strawberry pie that had somehow appeared next to him, and shot the remaining seven zombies chasing after his character in quick succession.

He let out a "whoop" and turned around, grinning over his shoulder at Jackal, who was leaning against the wall frowning and looking bored out of his skull.

Kirihara scratched the back of his head in confusion. "Hey, you wanna play? Your doubles partner seems to be preoccupied."

[bob_the_trout]

Kirihara scratched the back of his head in confusion. Delirium was talking to him again on LJ, going on and on about some of the most mindboggling notions ever. Something about wheatgrass and elixir and pistachio toenail pudding. As much as she amused him, he had to admit that he could only handle so much nonsense at a time.

Glancing around, he spotted his attack kitty Rambo curled up on his bed. Rambo looked very comfortable in that spot. Kirihara got up and walked over, sitting down next to his cat, who didn't move at the slight dip in the mattress. An amused smile crept onto his face. "Hey... Rambo..."

Rambo looked up at him. 'Nyah.'

"Time for more attack kitty training." There was a glint in Rambo's eyes at those words, one that matched the glint in Kirihara's. Now, to find his sister.

But first, some coffee.

No one ever said Kirihara had gotten completely away from Delirium by merely stepping away from the computer.

[nfufufufu]

And then Kirihara realized he really DID have a lot of deep, twisted psychological issues, so he went to get help and became a somewhat more stable Japanese citizen.

[nfufufufu]

Except NONE of this happened, because why would Mizuki be loose-lipped around Jackal?!

Mizuki played tennis against all of Rikkai instead and WON. The end.

[neokaidoh]

Well, of course none of it happened, its fiction! XDDDD And I wrote you that way because I what happened (and it should have gone withut saying) is that you mistook me impersonating Jackal for Inui impersonating Jackal. And see, I think Inui/Mizuki is kind of fun to explore in fiction, but I wouldn't want that to happen in real life because ew, you're kind of gross and slimy and Inui is much better than that! XD

[nfufufufu]

INUI/MIZUKI?

[neokaidoh]

Yes. Of course, Inui/Mizuki doesn't even come close to Data Pair or Inui/Kaidoh. ^________^