Date written: 11th March 2013
Disclaimers: I do not own either Harry Potter or Bakuman; they both belong to their respective authors and creators. The same goes for the weekly magazine Shonen Jump which belongs to the publishing company Shueisha.
Summary: A new series debuts in Shonen Jump and takes everyone by surprise when it ranks high enough to threaten and contend with both Crow and PCP, two of the current most popular series in the magazine. Curiosity arises amongst the other mangakas as to the identity of this 'Satou Ren' fellow.
Pairing: Harry(Ren)+Fukuda.
Warnings: Slight AU for HP, OOC(ness), mild SLASH. Excludes HP epilogue and Harry's relationship with Ginny.
Author's note: Having some free time before I start at my new job, I decided to catch up on the latest episodes, and chapters, of Bakuman. Curious, I tried writing a Bakuman and Harry Potter crossover fic just for the fun of it and see how it would turn out.
Manga Battles and Black Magic
The pair of Ashirogi Muto, a collective pen name they used, could be found sitting to the side with their editor Hattori Akira, in the cluttered and busy publishing office of Shueisha's popular Shonen Jump section. It was the end of the work week and the two young males were visiting the office to turn in their latest manuscript for their ongoing and serialized manga PCP.
Usually they met up with Hattori in their studio or in a local family restaurant close to the studio, but today Hattori had been short on time and requested they meet at Shueisha. Apparently he was meeting up with a newbie right after this meeting. A newbie by the name of Satou Ren. A pen name most likely; it hadn't escaped the two, or at least Takagi, that the name were composed of the most common surname and one of the most common given names in Japan for that matter. It could be his real name, sure, but, many authors opted for pen names to preserve their privacy.
They watched Hattori browse through the sheets with a discerning eye, while Mashiro and Takagi themselves took to observing the rest of the office as they waited. There was a tell tale buzz going around the office, the tension seemed higher than usual and had been noticed by the two young men. Mashiro exchanged a wondering glance with his best friend, both curious as to the source if this rise in tension amongst the editors. Wondering as well how this would affect the two's manga.
"It looks great, as always." Hattori said with a smile, gathering the paper sheets by bumping them together against the surface of the table before returning them to the manila folder.
The two turned their eyes back to their editor, alert once more.
"Thank you." Takagi replied with a light bow of the head, mimicked by his partner.
"Now if you'll excuse me." Hattori stood up, grasping the folder in his arms and tapping it once with a hand. "I'll turn this in to the publisher right after my next meeting."
The man turned to move away before Mashiro spoke up.
"Hattori-san!"
The editor paused with a mildly surprised expression directed at the shorter boy of the two.
Mashiro sent a glance to Takagi before continuing.
"I, and Shujin, were curious about this new mangaka,-"
"Who are they?" Takagi jumped in, unable to hold himself back.
Hattori grinned mischievously at them, causing both boys' eyebrows to rise.
"You may have a new rival."
"Iiiintereeesting! "
Hattori Yujiro faltered in his steps in the doorway, momentarily stunned at the loud shout before he shook his head good-naturedly. He took care not to step on any of the sheets of manuscripts lying haphazardly on the floor around the chair where Niizuma Eiji, the mangaka he was in charge of, was sitting in. He greeted the assistants as he stepped into the work room of Niizuma's apartment.
"Ooooh!"
"Niizuma-kun." Yujiro called, not surprised to see that his call hadn't done much to gain the eccentric young man's attention from where he had his gaze glued to the magazine in his hands. "Niizuma-kun!"
Eiji turned around in his chair in one fluid motion and blinked at his exasperated looking editor.
"Yujiro-san. Good evening." Eiji said, now in a more level voice, with a bow of his head.
"Good evening." Yujiro replied, automatically bowing back.
"Have you read this new manga? It's really interesting, you know." Eiji continued by saying and buried his noise again in the latest number of the Shonen Jump he had clutched in his hands.
"The one by the newbie Hattori is in charge of?" The editor replied, dumping his bag on an open spot on the floor.
"Yeees…" Eiji said, drawing out the syllable.
"I have. The new manuscript?" Yujiro asked, and then sighed when Eiji only raised a leg and pointed his toes to the papers lying on his left. "Thank you."
"Yujiro-san."
"Hmm?"
"This Satou Ren will rank high for sure."
The editor frowned lightly.
"What makes you say that?"
"Because it's good. It's a bit dark, but I like that and the humor balances it out anyway."
"I think it might be too dark for Shonen Jump though, like it was with Ashirogi Muto's The Two Earths."
Eiji hummed and closed the magazine.
"Perhaps." He said, dropping it on the floor and going back to drawing, adding his own sound effects to the drawings as his G-pen swished across the page.
Yujiro only sighed again as he collected the pieces of the new chapter.
"Who the hell is this Satou Ren guy?!"
"Hello to you too Fukuda-kun..." Yujiro replied tiredly, pushing away the copy of Shonen Jump that had practically been shoved in his face upon his entrance.
"Oi! Yujiro!"
"Yes, yes. It's a new guy that Hattori is in charge of."
"So who is he?"
Yujiro frowned mildly.
"I don't know really."
Fukuda Shinta, a young man with bleached hair whom most of the times could be seen wearing a beanie, stared at his editor incredulously.
"What do you mean you don't know? You work at the same goddamn place as Hattori-san; you must have seen the guy at least once!"
"Apparently he's a bit shy." Yujiro replied with strained patience at the way his charge just disregarded the honorifics for him but spoke of other editors with them.
"Shy?" Fukuda repeated dubiously, slumping into his seat. He eyed the editor for a few seconds, catching sight of the corner of a folder sticking out of the young editor's bag. A calculating look entered his eyes.
"You've just been to Niizuma's place? What did he think of Black Magic?"
The mangaka drummed his index finger against the magazine page.
"He thought it was good."
Fukuda pursed his lips at that.
"As I thought, huh? It reminds me of Ashirogi's earlier works in a way, only this has humor in it so it doesn't appear as dark because of it." Fukuda's eyes thinned. "He's gonna be dangerous." He mumbled the last part.
"You feel threatened?" Yujiro couldn't help ask with a smirk.
The response was immediate and expected.
"As if! I'll wipe my ass with my own manga before I let myself be threatened by some green leaf!"
Yujiro closed his eyes with a hand to his temple. Why couldn't anyone of the mangakas he was editor for be more normal?
Hattori Akira pressed the doorbell to the apartment, rearranging his shoulder bag as he waited. A moment later the door opened to reveal a young male with average height and build, though the female population would argue that he was slim but fit and, perhaps while not outright good-looking, he was somewhat handsome in a scruffy kind of way. Well, the hair was the same anyway, Hattori took notice, as unkempt and tousled as always. Hattori off-handedly wondered if the young man had ever used a brush in his life.
Dark eyebrows lowered and then dark green eyes blinked in recognition upon seeing Hattori on the doorstep.
"Hey, Hattori-san, is it time for the meeting already? Oh, come in!" The black haired young man turned around and called back into the apartment, the last part coming out in English. "Dean! Hattori's here!"
Yes, the newbie that Hattori had become in charge of was a foreigner that had some odd years back decided to move to Japan from England. Hattori had wondered about the long move a few times, actually asked the mangaka at their first meet up at Shueisha when Potteru-kun (Hattori still had some problems properly pronouncing the name) showed up with a manuscript for a series called Black Magic. The young man hadn't divulged much in the way of an answer, only replying it was because of personal reasons and Hattori had left it at that, respecting the man's privacy.
He'd been apprehensive at first, seeing that Potteru-kun was a foreigner and whether the quality of the manga would be up to par with the domestic authors. He was surprised to see that Potteru-kun showed both quality and technique in his manga along with a well developed story and characters. For having a fairy-tale setting though (the story was about wizards and witches though in modern times), the story was fairly dark but it did have some lightheartedness in the way how the main character interacted with the rest of the cast in various intermittingly humorous situations to alleviate the mood. It was the classic good versus evil set up and, with the wand waving wizard's battles with incantations and spells; Hattori thought the manga could actually work well in Shonen Jump.
It was for that reason, and belief, that the editor took on the young man, not wanting him to go to any rivaling magazines with his story. He'd approached his team leader Aida the same afternoon with the manuscript and caused a bit of a ruckus as soon as the fact that the mangaka was a foreigner came out. Some editors believed that Shonen Jump should only publish Japanese authors while others, like Hattori, thought that it could be a good thing for the magazine publicity wise. Recently many foreign entertainment artists and the like had made themselves a name in the country. It was a good manga after all, and so Aida was eventually convinced to take it up in the next serialization meeting.
In the end, as it always does, it came down to the editor in chief, Sasaki Hisashi. Potteru-kun's manga was after some debate accepted for serialization, on one condition; that he take on a Japanese pen name. Hattori was disappointed at first, thinking that some of the impact of the debut would be diminished, but he could see the editor in chief's reasoning behind the decision. He supposed he ought to just be glad that he had managed to get a foreign mangaka published in Shonen Jump, even if the readers themselves wouldn't know of it.
"Hattori-san?"
Hattori roused himself out of his thoughts, putting on a wide smile as he closed the door behind himself and removed his shoes. Following Potteru-kun (or Satou-kun as he tried to think of him so as to avoid unfortunate slips of the tongue) into the living room which acted as the work studio as well, he took a seat on one of the three-seat couches making up a small rest area of the to the side of the drawing desks.
"The final rankings just came in."
"Brilliant! So what's the verdict? They loved it, right? I mean who wouldn't?"
"Dean…" Potteru-kun sighed loudly and threw an exasperated look at his friend and assistant, a dark skinned young man of the same age.
Hattori-san had needed a bit more time to get used to the mangaka's energetic friend than the mangaka himself. Potteru-kun could actually be mistaken for a Japanese male if seen from behind, but Thomasu-kun with his natural dark skin and complexion would be obvious to anyone that he was indeed a foreigner.
The reason for Thomasu-kun being here was somewhat of a chance actually. Hattori, while going through the standard contract with Potteru-kun, had instructed him on the importance of assistants to help and ease the work load. It was on that note that Potteru-kun had mentioned he had a friend back home who was very good at drawing and that he could ask. Hattori was hesitant at first, until he found out that it had been this friend that had taught Potteru-kun the basics of drawing and cartoons, as they were called in the west. Considering Potteru-kun's skills, then surely his friend would be up to par for assistants work. As it were they were short on available assistants at the moment. Hattori had fleetingly entertained the small idea of sometime convincing the friend to give a try at his own manga but reined himself in. One thing at a time, as they say.
Of course, just having one assistant wasn't going to cut it (unless your name was Niizuma Eiji, then it could actually be possible, though apparently Fukuda Shinta only had one assistant too) and Hattori felt more secure knowing that he managed to convince the mangaka, without much struggle, to hire a Japanese assistant as well. They would be able to help with the work as well as with possible language obstacles. Even though Potteru-kun, as well as his friend, had proven surprisingly good with the spoken language, they both still had problems at times with the script and signs, especially Thomasu-kun. Hattori had had to edit some of the dialogue in Black Magic because of this.
Potteru-kun sat down opposite Hattori, looking up just as Thomasu-kun made to move into the kitchen.
"Dean, don't forget to brew some green tea as well besides Earl Grey."
"Relax Harry, I've got it this time."
The man just waved a discarding hand in the air before he disappeared from view.
Potteru-kun sighed.
"Maruyama-kun, would you?"
"No problem Potteru-san."Maruyama Takashi, the Japanese and second assistant, rose from his seat with a smile and nod.
"Didn't I tell you to call me Harry?"
"You did Potteru-san."
Potteru-kun sighed and Hattori chuckled.
Maruyama-kun turned to greet Hattori.
"Good morning Hattori-san."
"Good morning."
The assistant went away, leaving the two men.
"Thomasu-kun still hasn't learned to brew tea other than the English one?" Hattori said after Maruyama-kun had left.
"I'm afraid not, and he can only make Earl Grey too." Potteru-kun shook his head helplessly. "I didn't realize how useful having a Japanese assistant would actually be. More than just brewing tea, Maruyama-kun has proven himself a real helping hand in not only the drawings but with the whole procedure of things. Who knew publishing a manga was this much work?" The young man sank further into the coach.
"I imagine it can be a bit of a surprise for those not involved in the industry." Hattori amended.
"So, the ranking?" Potteru-kun asked nervously.
The mangaka had been more nervous and apprehensive about the results than his friend. He fingered the knuckles of his hands, watching the editor expectantly.
Not intending to draw out the suspense any longer than necessary, Hattori withdrew a piece of folded paper from his bag.
"Did it drop?" Potteru-kun asked straight away.
"Yes." Hattori replied. "But not much." He hastened to say before his charge had the chance to reply. "It only dropped to sixth place."
"So, from first to sixth? That's not too bad right?" The mangaka asked unsurely.
"Most new series always drop in rankings on the second week after the excitement of being new wears off. As I've told you before, it's common for good new series to place in first place the initial week, and then drop in the second. The question, and challenge at that, is to keep it from dropping and keep it steady." Hattori looked up from the sheet. "But I want you guys to aim higher, I'm certain Black Magic could place in the top three, along with Crow and PCP." He said with a glint in his eyes.
"What were their rankings?" Potteru-kun asked bending forward, wetting his lips and resting his chin in his hand.
"First and third." Hattori replied without looking at his papers.
"Aren't you the editor for PCP? What was his name again, Ashirogi Muto?"
"Yes, but it's actually they."
Harry frowned.
"They?"
"Ashirogi Muto is the pen name for two young men, one writes the story and the other draws it."
"Oh. Is it alright for you tell me this?" The young man asked curiously.
Hattori waved off his concerns.
"Everyone at the office and even most mangakas are aware of Ashirogi Muto being a partnership. If not, it becomes quite obvious to them at the annual New Year's Party."
"Oh yeah, there was something like that wasn't it? I think I remember you mentioning it at one point."
"Tea is here!"
The two looked up as Thomasu-kun walked up and deposited a tray on the small table, deftly taking a cup for himself and settling himself on the couch besides Potteru-kun.
"Before you ask, we got sixth place." The man cut his friend off, before he could more than open his mouth.
Said friend frowned disappointedly in response to that.
"Sixth, are you serious?"
"But that's common, isn't it Hattori-san?" Maruyama-kun said from where he stood in front of the table, pouring tea into three cups.
"Yes, as I told Potteru-kun, it's common for all new series to drop in the second week." Hattori agreed, accepting the cup handed to him.
"I'll do better next week." The mangaka murmured with a determined expression.
His friend grinned at him while the other two smiled.
Hattori withdrew a folder from his bag.
"Now about the new manuscript…"
"Just attach this visitor's badge to your shirt Potteru-san, and then you'll be able to take the elevator up to the fourth floor."
The petite receptionist smiled sweetly, yet still politely, and Harry smiled back though slightly hesitant. Was it just him or had that woman just tried to flirt with him? He thought Japanese women were supposed to be shy and reserved?
A month and a half had gone by and Harry was happily (and giddily though he would never admit it) finding himself still serialized in the popular manga magazine Shonen Jump. The whole deal about turning in a manuscript had seriously just been an impulse. After the war he had found himself restless, not so sure anymore whether he wanted to become an Auror. It was under this period of listlessness that Harry got a visit from an old friend, Dean Thomas. Dean did something that most of the others hadn't even thought of doing, he suggested Harry find something else to do since he obviously didn't want to become an Auror. It had surprised Harry, having been through the majority of his other close friends telling him that it was just a phase from after the war that he was going through. Dean had then jokingly suggested Harry get a hobby since he was already in the danger zone of being infested by mold if he stayed cooped up in his home any longer.
Not knowing what kind of hobby he could take up, Harry asked Dean what kind of hobbies the other had. Dean drew, like he had continued to do since he was a kid, in fact he was a freelance illustrator working from home, or wherever really where it suited him. Intrigued, Harry asked Dean if the other wouldn't consider teaching him, you know just the basics. Dean readily agreed with a happy smile and the upcoming year was occupied with Harry being under Dean's tutelage learning the basic techniques and receiving a good foundation for further learning. After that Harry had taken up a simple desk job at the ministry, just to get the people of his back for complaining about his lack of work(not that he really needed to work with an, perhaps not exactly huge inheritance from his parents but still hefty enough to allow for ten or so leisure years if he lived modestly). He continued to draw in his spare time while Dean moved away to Edinburgh after receiving an offer for a six months contract on a project there.
Harry would have been satisfied with the life he had, working during the days and drawing in the evenings, if his curiosity hadn't been piqued by a fleeting suggestion given from Dean during a Floo call three months into his employment at the ministry. It hadn't escaped the other male that Harry had grown more and more interested in drawing and were actually getting quite good at it, probably would grow to be really good if given a few years to practice properly. Harry had also showed a knack at doing small series of cartoons illustrating many scenes from their school years and impending war. Dean had been amazed at Harry's ability to breathe life into scenes such as the Weasley twins hiding away from a fuming Professor McGonagall in the hallways, or the clarity and powerful illustration of a warrior imbued Neville as he faced off against the Dark Lord.
Wanting to encourage Harry, Dean had 'discreetly' mentioned that there were people making an actual living of creating cartoon series and that those were especially popular in Japan. Harry, seeing no reason in staying in a country with a job he couldn't care less about but perhaps except for missing his friends, acted on his first impulse and made almost immediate arrangements to move to Japan the following week.
It was in Japan that Harry had been living for about five years now, studying and learning the various techniques of making traditional manga and becoming amazed at the many different pens and tools used to make them. He liked to think that he acquired a new drawing style during those years, while copying and creating his own one that was more suited for manga. Then one day he had decided that he would make his very first and own manga, having seen an ad in the weekly Shonen Jump magazine encouraging amateurs to turn in their work to them. I mean, why couldn't he give it a try like anyone else right?
Harry walked to the elevator; still fumbling with the needle of the badge against his dark blue cardigan just as a hand reached passed him and punched the button to hail the elevator. He looked up, blinking at the taller young man standing beside him. Long and bleached hair peaked out from beneath a baggy and light grey beanie, longs arms and one hand shoved into his jean pocket. Perhaps predictably, it didn't take long for the stranger to notice Harry staring at him, turning his head to lever a raised eyebrow in mild annoyance.
"What?" The male uttered roughly.
"Nothing."
Harry turned his eyes away, embarrassed at having been caught outright staring.
The man huffed.
He couldn't help it though; this was a first for him seeing a Japanese man, or woman, with blonde, almost white really, hair. It was almost surreal in a way, Harry thought with an inward chuckle, knowing that he, if anyone, ought to know what surreal was.
The elevator doors slid open with a dim ding just as Harry finally managed to fasten the badge. Going inside he automatically went for the number four button only to have his hand bump with the other guy's hand.
"Sorry." Harry said, for some strange reason blushing, retracting his hand and letting the other male push the button.
"You're going to the fourth floor?" The guy queried.
"Yeah."
"Where'd you learn to speak Japanese? You're a foreigner ain't ya?"
Harry sent the other a brief glance.
"Been living here for over five years now." He replied, watching the numbers as the elevator rose.
The guy hummed and Harry was aware of the curious eyes looking at him out of the corner of his eyes. He fiddled with a loose thread on the hem of his shirt, waiting for the elevator to come to a halt and when it did he let the other young man go off first.
Harry never stopped feeling amazed every time he saw the massive amount of Jump posters and cut outs that was the first to greet everyone that visited the Jump offices. It was truly a sight to be seen for first time visitors. He withdrew the folder with his latest name inside as he stepped into Jump's office, the other guy already stepping up to an editor Harry vaguely remembered being introduced to on his first visit. Wasn't that the guy with the same last name as Hattori?
"Yuujiro, do you know how much of a hassle it was to have to come here just for a simple name discussion? Which we could do at my place?" The guy from the elevator told his editor grumpily, who also just so happened to be sitting in the seat behind Harry's editor Hattori.
"I've told you a thousand times Fukuda-kun that you need to work on your manners." The editor replied tiredly.
"Yeah, yeah."
Harry's eyebrows rose in response as he walked over to where Hattori was working on his computer.
Hattori looked up from the screen with a mild exasperated expression after which he took notice of Harry.
"Satou-kun! You're already here?" He threw a glance at his wrist watch. "You've got your name with you?"
He was still not quite used to being called by his pen-name at the office, but apparently Hattori insisted on doing so, even though he addressed Harry with his real name at Harry's home.
"I've got it right here." Harry said, lifting the bundle.
"Good. Well," Hattori's eyes swept across the office, spotting an empty table in the other corner and perhaps intentionally as far away from the somewhat loud duo as possible. "Let's take the seats over there."
Harry made to follow the editor just as a hand locked around his arm, making him nearly drop his name on the floor from the sudden surprise.
"What the-" He started only to be cut off.
"Did he just say Satou? As in Satou Ren?"
"Fukuda-kun!" The editor, Hattori (Yujiro?) said reproachfully.
The guy from the elevator, Fukuda-kun apparently, stared at him intensively with unnerving dark brown eyes.
Most of the office seemed to have noticed the sudden commotion. Within just a few seconds they had gotten the attention of the majority around them. It had been a while since Harry had had so many eyes on him since his school days, not counting the curious looks or stares he was prone to receive on the streets for the fact of him being a foreigner.
"Are you Satou Ren?" Fukuda repeated, bit more insistent this time, tugging at Harry's arm.
Getting over his initial surprise, Harry made to jerk his arm out of the other's hold.
"Yes, I go by that pen name, now would you let go of me?" Harry said with a frown.
Fukuda let his hand fall.
"I didn't know Jump published works done by foreigners. I never would've guessed you were Satou Ren." Fukuda huffed, rubbing at his beanie.
"It so happens that Potteru-kun is the first foreign mangaka that Jump has serialized." Hattori said from Harry's left, addressing Fukuda.
"'Potteru?'" Fukuda repeated with a quirk of his mouth.
Harry's eyebrow twitched.
"It's pronounced Potter."
Fukuda hummed non-commenting, shamelessly scrutinizing Harry up and down, making Harry wonder what the guy's deal were all about.
"And you are?" Harry asked, his annoyance showing in his expression despite trying to hold it back.
"Fukuda Shinta, the mangaka of Road Racer Giri, the best manga ever." Fukuda proclaimed proudly with a grin.
"The one about the motorcycles?" Harry asked.
"That's right."
"My godfather owned a flying motorcycle once." Harry mused, earning himself a fair share of strange looks.
"O-kay?" Fukuda replied, eyeing him weirdly.
"...Of course I'm joking." Harry said after a moment's pause with an amused smile, some of the closest editors chuckling in response. "Though he did own a motorcycle, not sure about the brand but it was a massive black thing all right."
"Why don't we go over the name Po-, uh, Satou-kun."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Why not just call me Potter now, Hattori." Harry said to which Hattori chuckled softly as they moved away, leaving a bemused Fukuda behind.
Fukuda tapped his index finger against his drawing board, finger pausing as he heard the phone line click active.
"He's a foreigner." He said suddenly.
'I'm sorry? What?'
"I said he's a foreigner!" Fukuda repeated annoyed into the cell phone in his hand.
'Who is?' The person, now identified as Mashiro Moritaka, on the other end said sounding confused.
Fukuda gritted his teeth, hand rubbing at his head harshly.
"Satou Ren!"
There was a loud gasp heard through the earpiece, then some harsh whispering, some shuffling and then another voice was heard.
'How do you know this?' Takagi Akito questioned cautiously.
"'Cause I just met the guy himself at Jump." He replied irritated.
'Oh.' Sounded Mashiro, they must be sharing the phone, Fukuda thought.
'What country is he from?' Takagi asked curiously.
Fukuda frowned.
"How should I know?"
'What would your guess be?'
"I said I didn't know, are you even listening?"
'Ah, sorry. But this is the first time to my knowledge that Jump has serialized a foreigner right?'
"Yeah," Fukuda leant back into his chair, pulling up his feet on the table, careful to avoid the manuscripts. "Hattori, your editor, said so too. He never told you guys about this Satou even though he's your editor too?"
'No, just mentioned him once before the first chapter of Black Magic was published. He's been quite tight lipped actually about the guy.'
Fukuda huffed.
'So what's his name?' Mashiro asked.
Fukuda frowned again.
"Uh, what was it again? Pu, no, ah, Po-tteru something."
'Potteru?'
"Yeah, but he pronounced it differently, I think without the –ru in the end..."
'Potter?' Takagi asked, sounding vaguely similar, despite the Japanese accent, to how the guy himself had said it.
"Yeah! Something like that!"
Takagi hummed over the line, obviously thinking.
'I think he's English…perhaps Brittish, I think I've seen that particular surname before in some English book I read.'
'You do read a lot Shujin.'
Takagi chuckled embarrassedly.
"Brittish, huh?" Fukuda replied, scratching his chin. "Thanks guys." He said, closing his phone.
AN: The first drabble from my dusty archive of unfinished stories to be posted. Them being posted in this shape means that they're unlikely to ever be finished, hence being posted in this unfinished state. I've been thinking for a good few months if I should post some of my unfinished stories, since I haven't had time to properly sit down and write for a good while now. My intention had been, like all author's, to finish these eventually...but RL is not co-operating. Which makes me sad, knowing I don't have time to write like I used to, but I gotta earn a living and takes priority so...*sobs* It's frustrating, seeing as I still have ideas for fanfictions popping up in my head at the most inconvenient hours of the day...(aka. in the middle of staff meetings, etc. Lol.)
Anyway, I don't know how many of these unfinished drafts I'll post. I'm only gonna publish those of decent lenght (despite their unfinished state). I might publish shorter ones if I think they're worth it, but we'll see. /Lin