--NOW PART OF PLUVIOPHOBIAN NIGHT RAIN--

"To be or not to be," is a famous quote by some old dead dude. Why do we even quote dead people, anyways? Maybe because we think that they're really smart because they said something confusing, like, "This is not the end. This is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

Geez.

Name:

Just call me Meister/Meister Mellon or Mellon/Mellon Head. I'm OK with that. It's what my boyfriend calls me.

Gender:

Look above, nimrod. Female. Sorry. Tired.

WARNING: I am completely hyper and I am slightly OCD, so DON'T bug me with weird germy/untidy things, which is almost completely impossible over the internet unless you're writing it, but whatever. You get it, right? Right. Thought so.

Neko Uno: Yeah, but you didn't let me or them answer. You answered for us.

Mellon Head: Umm yeah. You just had to bring that up.

Neko Uno: Yep.

Mellon Head: Don't be so lazy. Write it out. Get it? Got it. Good.

Neko Uno: Yeah but you didn't let me write it out again!

Mellon Head: FINE!! Get it?

Neko Uno: Nope.

Mellon Head: NEKO!!!!

Neko Uno: Ok, ok!

Mellon Head: Now I have to write it again!

Neko Uno: "Don't be so lazy. Write it out. Get it? Got it. Good."

Mellon Head: I ate you.

Neko Uno: Ooh, so you ATE me??!!!!!!!

Mellon Head: You suck for not letting me correct myself. Grr.

Neko Uno: That's my job. And al least I didn't eat you.

Mellon Head: I was metaphorically writing I hate you, not I ate you!

Neko Uno: Ah-ha! So you admit it!

Mellon Head: What? You're not making sense—!

Pardon this interruption, but we seem to be boring the readers. Oops.

TO MAKE SENSE: Neko Uno is my friend and that was an IM chat. Weird, eh? It was meant for this profile and the other one on fiction press . com.

-DING!-

Update:

Sadly, I'm attempting another story. Look out, world. As Neko-chan says, get a helmet.

Don't know why I'm putting this on here because I doubt that you're reading or looking at this because you want to . . . but I'm writing a story on fiction press . com and if you're interested, the name has yet to be created. I don't expect it to be up until a little after my fourth/fifth chapter in Two Kilts, but yeah. Just so you know. I'll probably put up the descriptions (sp?) later. Yeah, I'm lazy. Whooptydoo.

Neko Uno: I think the story's cool! I saw the rough draft description!

Mellon Head: You're just copying the spelling of 'description' from my profile, aren't you?

Neko Uno: So what if I am? Gotta problem wit it?

Mellon Head: I 'gotta problem wit' you saying 'wit it.'

Neko Uno: -blink blink- W00T W00T! 0.~

Mellon Head: Oi. -.-;

Meister Mellon

(and Neko-chan)

SUDDEN CHANGE:

Neko and I have decided to make the above together! This will cause us to become another name to write under . . . here and in fiction press . com. Hmm. We've got it! It's going to be:

Meister Neko

And our email will be meisterneko at (@) yahoo dot (.) com (the "at" and "dot" not really spelled out with no spaces, ya know.)

And now the name shall be . . . Pops!

I know. I have a knack for weird names, and Neko-chan couldn't decide what to call it, so sha gave me da honor! Heh . . . Just wait 'till she hears it . . . ! -evil conniving snicker- Ooh,was that typed out? My bad.

STORY/IES:

(Gah! I'm such a nerd that I had to be gramatically correct) (watch me have spelled that wrong . . . and I think that was bad grammar . . .)

Yes, world, she's attempting one! . . . Umm, duck and cover.

(Mellon erases Neko's comment) (Reason for Neko's grumpiness) (OK, fine. Neko's comment was 'don't forget a helmet.' Geez.) (Neko says yay.)

Two Guys in Kilts:

Ok, so I really got this idea in science class when two of my classmates were wearing kilts. They were both dudes (can say I'm happy for that, though it IS a manskirt) and it was only for something in our French class. This was completely ridiculus (don't know if that's spelled right) and I refused to do some country. This refusal statement was completely overlooked because nobody bothered to inform me that it wasn't mandatory. Wait, I'm not only boring you, but myself! Not good!

Ok so basically I had to kill off Naruto (and Ichigo). The Akatsuki got the Kyuubi and that's how the story begins . . . kind of. There's a time skip between the main characters' - Logan (girl), Finn (guy), Neil (guy) - time and the other main characters' - Toushirou (duh), Ichigo (duh), Naruto (duh) - time. I may add new main characters for the Soul Society cast, but that is yet to be determined. Toushirou may be a tad bit OOC, but that's just because I think his personality is hard to portray. So, back to the story: Naruto eventually gets . . . miffed and drags all main characters into Naruto's world where they enjoy killing some Akatsuki, et cetera. Pairings yet to be determined . . .

Likey? If so, please post!

Second story I'm thinking of writing (after Two Kilts):

Nanashi/And You Thought Your Life Was Bad:

From my understanding, Nanashi means 'no name' . . . so, yeah. Um, it's another Bleach/Naruto. Heads up, another Hitsugaya-is-friends-with-Naruto so . . . yeah. Basucally, it starts out with Naruto almost the Hokage, but he gets wrapped up in a mission dealing with a rogue ninja from the nicknamed Red Rogues, which is very similar to the Akatsuki. May even be a branch. I dunno. It'll be what I feel like it being! Gosh! - Hem. Sorry. So, the rogue's name is Nanashi and she and Naruto end up killing each other. They're sent to Soul Society and that's where the 'and you thought your life was bad' thing came from. AKA - Nanashi's going to make Naruto's afterlife a hell. Maybe even worse than his life. I think this'll be a possible NanashixHitsugaya pairing because it'll bug Naruto to no limit if the hell child and his best friend are goin' out . . . Yes, I'm so evil! Love ya, Naruto! I'd put Hinata in for ya, but thst means I'd have to kill 'er off like you, and I just can't do that to her. Only you. She's too nice.

~Mellon

Random:

I swear my cat knows what I'm thinking. Really, I do. I told her that my foot was broken and since then she hasn't even so much as sniffed it. Maybe that's because it smells, but hey. She's a smart cookie 3.

And yes, I did just admit that I talk to my cat.Whatcha gonna do? Call the ASPCA on me? Sheesh.

~Meister Mellon (again)