AN: I am thoroughly shocked, angered, disgusted, and disappointed at the recent announcement of the ff.net staff that they will no longer be accepting NC-17 fic submissions. Censorship on the internet is almost impossible to accomplish and to instill that on us fanfic writers is downright disheartening. Not only does it tamp down on the creative abilities of others, but it further represses our freedom to express ourselves as people. It puts a stopper on our desire and our ability to conjure, construct, create, and conceptualize.
To the FF.net staff: PLEASE consider what you are thinking. The NC-17 category is actually miniscule compared to other genres and not very many can accomplish writing an NC-17. Give the ones who are good at what they write a chance to express themselves freely. This is a direct offense to our rights as fanfic writers. Might I suggest that you try SCREENING THE NC-17 FICS instead of completely eliminating that genre from the site. When you think about it, some, if not all of the NC-17 fics are really very good material and are well-thought of...to take them down and to disallow more submissions from those who make NC-17 fics readable would be committing a grave offense against their person.
I hope I made my point clear.
To all other writers: FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS! THIS IS SOMETHING WE SHOULD NOT BE DENIED!
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"The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word."
--Mata Hari
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Melina stretched out on the couch and grabbed a handful of the popcorn that Sumire had just made. "So what do you wanna do about it?" She asked Sumire, who was sitting down on a beanbag chair across her.
"You girls really should update me more on what your plans are," Irinika Mendoza remarked, brushing back her silver-dyed hair that was cut in jagged layers.
Among the three of them, Irinika was the most extreme in personality. She had both a sharp mind and a sharp tongue to complement her Gothic appearance, as well as several piercings in her ears and one in her navel.
Naturally, she'd do that because she was a hardcore rocker and very adventurous, being the lead vocalist and songwriter of a band back in the Philippines. Though she looked wild on the outside, she was still a romantic at heart, reserving a soft spot for the occasional ballads she composed or instrumental pieces she would play on her guitar or keyboard.
Currently, Irinika was gaining fame in Kanagawa for her voice and her songwriting talents, singing at a local club that had customers pouring in like rain every night. She was also Maki Shinichi's steady girlfriend (Now how that happened is an entirely different story!)...
Melina, on the other hand, was what people would call Bohemian in her style of dress and her easy-going nature. She loved bright colors, sometimes a little too loud, loved experimenting with different styles like pairing large hoop earrings with a tie-dyed shirt in crazy Hawaiian colors and ripped jeans, or wearing strange hats that shouted for attention.
As opposed to her peers, Sumire was the most conservative of the three, preferring clothes that had a feminine look to them and soft pastel colors. Melina had once remarked that if Sumire were a type of gown, she'd be "poofy and all-girly." That had given them quite a good laugh for about a week.
The three bosom friends were chilling out again in Irinika's spacious apartment -- which she shared with Melina -- as usual, talking about whatever came to mind. Once again, the topic of Mitsui's and Makiko's animosity was brought up by Sumire, who had succeeded in thoroughly piqueing Melina's and Irinika's curiousity.
Kenji had been quite shell-shocked to find out that Makiko was actually an excellent ballet dancer while Toru had just been plain baffled. Word had spread throughout every school about the tour and students were either complaining about being compelled to watch or talking excitedly about being able to see real ballet dancers in action.
"Sorry, Nika. I was kinda excited," Sumire apologized sheepishly.
Irinika snorted. "Tse! You've always been so easy to excite. And Melina's always been so easy to annoy."
"Hoy!" Melina protested, throwing popcorn at Irinika. "I resent that remark!"
Sumire motioned for them to stop before another fight ensued. Also so that Melina wouldn't brag about being the 'Goddess of the Food Fight.' Thankfully, they both did and she sighed with relief.
"I was thinking of pairing up Mitsui and Makiko," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Melina nearly choked on her popcorn. "Sumire, are you nuts?!" She rasped. "Have you gone completely bonkers?! How do we match up two people who are liable to start an all-out nuclear war if they ever get within a ten-meter radius of the other?!"
"I'd like to see YOU try," Irinika snickered. Melina glared horribly at her.
Sumire looked strangely confident. "Well, we'll have to get to know Makiko first to be able to pull it off."
Irinika crossed her arms and thought it over.
"Okay," she finally said slowly. "I'm in on the plan."
Melina nodded. "Me too."
"Great!" Sumire clapped her hands. "We'll have another cute couple strolling around Kanagawa in no time!"
"At least Melina isn't the one doing the planning," Irinika quipped, laughing when the said girl hit her with a pillow.
~*~*~
"All right! Now...chasé, chasé, chasé! Junko, to your right! Nanami, careful on your entrechats!"
Madamoiselle Cardin clapped her hands steadily to the rhythm set by the jazz music, watching carefully as her dancers practiced. Those who were not dancing were either limbering up or practicing the steps that needed correction with Makiko's help. In two weeks, the tour would begin and their first stop was Shoyo High. They needed to be prepared in order to get students to watch their restaging of one of the greatest ballets of all time.
Little did they know that their choreographer had something planned in mind for all of them and their futures as dancers.
"Makiko-chan...is your foot okay?" Eito asked, coming up behind Makiko to grasp her slim waist as she went into an attitude effacée derrière à terre.
"It's not complaining, Eito-kun. Don't be such a worrywart," she chided, stretching her arms out gracefully as if she were combing out the air.
Eito frowned slightly at that. "I'm your pas de deux partner. I'm SUPPOSED to worry," he scolded.
Makiko hid a small smile and mumbled her thanks before finishing her practice and going over to help two corps members who were struggling with their choreography.
~*~*~
Mitsui yawned for the nth time in class, valiantly trying to keep awake but failing miserably as his head nodded off into dreamland. The teacher droned on and on about the Laws of Physics, but he didn't hear anything. He was already starting to dream in his seat.
He dreamt about a little girl with cute pigtails, chubby in build with fair skin. She would have been cute if it weren't for the angry scowl on her face. Mitsui chuckled. She was definitely going to be a brat when she grew up.
Suddenly, the little girl started to grow before his eyes. And as she grew, her baby fat disappeared and her body frame grew slender. Every inch of her was lightly toned with muscle and she held her head high like that of a queen. The pigtails fell away to reveal long black hair that shone like the finest of black satin, flowing down her back like a waterfall. Her skin was still a flawless creamy white, and some part of Mitsui knew that she would feel just as soft as she looked when he touched her and just as delicate.
When he looked into her eyes, he could see the anger emanating from them and he didn't know why. When he tried to go near her, she angrily backed away. It was then that he realized that he was staring right at Makiko.
He jerked awake just in time to hear his teacher call his name. He couldn't even remember if he had answered the question or not. The only thing he was thinking of was the fact that he had actually DREAMED about Makiko and had actually thought her beautiful...
He shook his head. 'I must be stupid to think her beautiful,' he silently scolded himself, slamming his locker shut before heading to the gym for practice. But still, he could not forget those flashing eyes fringed by dark lashes, the Helenic nose, the swanlike column of her throat, and the rosiness of her lips...
'Yep, you're losing it,' a voice chortled merrily.
And Mitsui reluctantly agreed that he was.
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To be continued...
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To the FF.net staff: PLEASE consider what you are thinking. The NC-17 category is actually miniscule compared to other genres and not very many can accomplish writing an NC-17. Give the ones who are good at what they write a chance to express themselves freely. This is a direct offense to our rights as fanfic writers. Might I suggest that you try SCREENING THE NC-17 FICS instead of completely eliminating that genre from the site. When you think about it, some, if not all of the NC-17 fics are really very good material and are well-thought of...to take them down and to disallow more submissions from those who make NC-17 fics readable would be committing a grave offense against their person.
I hope I made my point clear.
To all other writers: FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHTS! THIS IS SOMETHING WE SHOULD NOT BE DENIED!
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
"The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word."
--Mata Hari
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
Melina stretched out on the couch and grabbed a handful of the popcorn that Sumire had just made. "So what do you wanna do about it?" She asked Sumire, who was sitting down on a beanbag chair across her.
"You girls really should update me more on what your plans are," Irinika Mendoza remarked, brushing back her silver-dyed hair that was cut in jagged layers.
Among the three of them, Irinika was the most extreme in personality. She had both a sharp mind and a sharp tongue to complement her Gothic appearance, as well as several piercings in her ears and one in her navel.
Naturally, she'd do that because she was a hardcore rocker and very adventurous, being the lead vocalist and songwriter of a band back in the Philippines. Though she looked wild on the outside, she was still a romantic at heart, reserving a soft spot for the occasional ballads she composed or instrumental pieces she would play on her guitar or keyboard.
Currently, Irinika was gaining fame in Kanagawa for her voice and her songwriting talents, singing at a local club that had customers pouring in like rain every night. She was also Maki Shinichi's steady girlfriend (Now how that happened is an entirely different story!)...
Melina, on the other hand, was what people would call Bohemian in her style of dress and her easy-going nature. She loved bright colors, sometimes a little too loud, loved experimenting with different styles like pairing large hoop earrings with a tie-dyed shirt in crazy Hawaiian colors and ripped jeans, or wearing strange hats that shouted for attention.
As opposed to her peers, Sumire was the most conservative of the three, preferring clothes that had a feminine look to them and soft pastel colors. Melina had once remarked that if Sumire were a type of gown, she'd be "poofy and all-girly." That had given them quite a good laugh for about a week.
The three bosom friends were chilling out again in Irinika's spacious apartment -- which she shared with Melina -- as usual, talking about whatever came to mind. Once again, the topic of Mitsui's and Makiko's animosity was brought up by Sumire, who had succeeded in thoroughly piqueing Melina's and Irinika's curiousity.
Kenji had been quite shell-shocked to find out that Makiko was actually an excellent ballet dancer while Toru had just been plain baffled. Word had spread throughout every school about the tour and students were either complaining about being compelled to watch or talking excitedly about being able to see real ballet dancers in action.
"Sorry, Nika. I was kinda excited," Sumire apologized sheepishly.
Irinika snorted. "Tse! You've always been so easy to excite. And Melina's always been so easy to annoy."
"Hoy!" Melina protested, throwing popcorn at Irinika. "I resent that remark!"
Sumire motioned for them to stop before another fight ensued. Also so that Melina wouldn't brag about being the 'Goddess of the Food Fight.' Thankfully, they both did and she sighed with relief.
"I was thinking of pairing up Mitsui and Makiko," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Melina nearly choked on her popcorn. "Sumire, are you nuts?!" She rasped. "Have you gone completely bonkers?! How do we match up two people who are liable to start an all-out nuclear war if they ever get within a ten-meter radius of the other?!"
"I'd like to see YOU try," Irinika snickered. Melina glared horribly at her.
Sumire looked strangely confident. "Well, we'll have to get to know Makiko first to be able to pull it off."
Irinika crossed her arms and thought it over.
"Okay," she finally said slowly. "I'm in on the plan."
Melina nodded. "Me too."
"Great!" Sumire clapped her hands. "We'll have another cute couple strolling around Kanagawa in no time!"
"At least Melina isn't the one doing the planning," Irinika quipped, laughing when the said girl hit her with a pillow.
~*~*~
"All right! Now...chasé, chasé, chasé! Junko, to your right! Nanami, careful on your entrechats!"
Madamoiselle Cardin clapped her hands steadily to the rhythm set by the jazz music, watching carefully as her dancers practiced. Those who were not dancing were either limbering up or practicing the steps that needed correction with Makiko's help. In two weeks, the tour would begin and their first stop was Shoyo High. They needed to be prepared in order to get students to watch their restaging of one of the greatest ballets of all time.
Little did they know that their choreographer had something planned in mind for all of them and their futures as dancers.
"Makiko-chan...is your foot okay?" Eito asked, coming up behind Makiko to grasp her slim waist as she went into an attitude effacée derrière à terre.
"It's not complaining, Eito-kun. Don't be such a worrywart," she chided, stretching her arms out gracefully as if she were combing out the air.
Eito frowned slightly at that. "I'm your pas de deux partner. I'm SUPPOSED to worry," he scolded.
Makiko hid a small smile and mumbled her thanks before finishing her practice and going over to help two corps members who were struggling with their choreography.
~*~*~
Mitsui yawned for the nth time in class, valiantly trying to keep awake but failing miserably as his head nodded off into dreamland. The teacher droned on and on about the Laws of Physics, but he didn't hear anything. He was already starting to dream in his seat.
He dreamt about a little girl with cute pigtails, chubby in build with fair skin. She would have been cute if it weren't for the angry scowl on her face. Mitsui chuckled. She was definitely going to be a brat when she grew up.
Suddenly, the little girl started to grow before his eyes. And as she grew, her baby fat disappeared and her body frame grew slender. Every inch of her was lightly toned with muscle and she held her head high like that of a queen. The pigtails fell away to reveal long black hair that shone like the finest of black satin, flowing down her back like a waterfall. Her skin was still a flawless creamy white, and some part of Mitsui knew that she would feel just as soft as she looked when he touched her and just as delicate.
When he looked into her eyes, he could see the anger emanating from them and he didn't know why. When he tried to go near her, she angrily backed away. It was then that he realized that he was staring right at Makiko.
He jerked awake just in time to hear his teacher call his name. He couldn't even remember if he had answered the question or not. The only thing he was thinking of was the fact that he had actually DREAMED about Makiko and had actually thought her beautiful...
He shook his head. 'I must be stupid to think her beautiful,' he silently scolded himself, slamming his locker shut before heading to the gym for practice. But still, he could not forget those flashing eyes fringed by dark lashes, the Helenic nose, the swanlike column of her throat, and the rosiness of her lips...
'Yep, you're losing it,' a voice chortled merrily.
And Mitsui reluctantly agreed that he was.
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To be continued...
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