Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts does not belong to me. What else needs to be said, ne?
Riku: How about the fact you are not making any money off of this?
Author: Yeah, that too. Well, smart guy, why don't you do the warning?
Riku: Be glad to, glad to.
This fic contains yaoi. That means male/male relationships. If this really makes you squeamish, get out of here. NOW.
This is chapter five of the giftfic written for the wonderful Uzumaki-sama. Please read and review her fics if you haven't done so already. Just read and review mine first, please. Oh, one more thing. This is the tame version of chapter five. If you want to read the lemon (my first!), you'll have to go to either Yaoiville.net or Adult fan fiction.net, because FF.net does not want lemons on their site. Sorry for the inconvenience, but rules are rules. Gomen, but I do love all of you. You should be able to find it easily, I have the same penname and the story has the same title.
This fic has only been soft beta'd (Meaning I just spell checked and did a quick glance at grammar and did not print it out and have someone else look at it so there may be some errors. I apologize for any pain this causes.
Enough from me, onto the fic! Hooray!
Chapter Five, Part One:
You're Giving Me Too Many Things
"…His eyes…the look in them is so intense it frightens me…but at the same time, it makes me want to get closer to him, as close as I can get…"
Sora's thoughts seem far away from him, and are slipping farther away every second. What is Riku doing to him? Why is it affecting him the way it is? Why does this still seem wrong?
Wait, does it really seem wrong though?
Sora tries desperately to order his thoughts, but Riku whispering his name so sweetly in his ear scatters those thoughts to the four winds. Sora cannot fight back the small, helpless whimper of surrender when Riku unzips the top part of his red jumper and slides his hands inside to caress Sora's chest and ribs. Riku's tongue traces lightly from his shoulder up to his neck, teasing, learning the taste of him. Sora shivers, tossing his head back to give Riku greater access to his neck, which Riku willingly accepts. He wraps his arms tightly around Sora's smaller frame and pulls him away from the counter. Sora's breath comes out in short gasps as Riku kisses his way up to Sora's ear and nips at it lightly.
"I think I said something about finding you a change of clothes, didn't I?" He breathes into Sora's ear.
"Yes…you…you did…" Sora manages to gasp after a long moment. It is taking him forever to gather his thoughts. Riku only makes matters worse, by continuing to talk to Sora and seduce him at the same time.
"I was thinking something black…it'll bring out those incredible eyes of yours…" Riku gently bathes Sora's ear with his tongue, causing Sora to shiver and unconsciously press his body against Riku.
"R-Riku…I can't…" He gasps. "I can't think…straight…when you do that…" Riku drags one hand down to the small of Sora's back, the other hand continuing to trace his ribs. What did he just say a minute ago?
Did it matter?
Apparently not to Riku it seems. "Somehow, I think dark colors will suit you best, don't you?" He pulls away, and Sora sucks in a deep breath, looking lost.
"W-what? I…um…"
Riku only chuckles at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him along after him. "Come on, you goof. Let's get you that change of clothes I promised."
What…? Who…how…why did he..? Sora's thoughts return to him at last, and he is just as confused now as he was with Riku doing all those wonderful things to him. This isn't fair. Sora tugs on his white, short-sleeved jacket and grudgingly follows Riku through several rooms until he comes to a stop in a large area filled with clothing.
Almost everything is black, and Sora can guess that this is where Riku's current outfit has come from. He looks around, picking at a few things, frowning.
"Choose anything you like. I'll wait over here by the door."
"Um, Riku…" Sora asks, lifting his head to look at the silver haired teen. "I have to admit, I'm a little worried…why is all this stuff here? I mean, if this is a heartless world…"
"I don't think it is. It has a keyhole after all. A heartless world wouldn't have a keyhole, would it?"
"I…I don't know…but this all seems wrong to me…" Sora says, his head beginning to ache again. He rubs his forehead with his right hand. "Maybe we should just go and find your friend and get out of here."
"Sora, your clothes are ruined. He can wait till you find a new set."
"It's just the shoulder, Riku."
Riku walks over and pulls Sora's head up to look at him. "Sora. It's all right. Just pick something to wear. It'll be stronger then what you are wearing right now and I'll feel better if we have to fight again. Okay?"
Sora finds he cannot resist the aqua eyes gazing into his own. "A-alright." Riku ruffles his hair gently.
"That's more like my Sora. Now hurry, if you're so worried about the king." Riku walks off leaving Sora to pick out a new outfit. Sora watches him go, then turns back to the clothing with an exasperated sigh.
"'Just pick something', he says. Jeez, everything looks the same." Sora mutters as he rummages through the racks. He is beginning to get frustrated when he hears Riku's voice.
"Oi, Sora, what's taking you so long? You're worse then a girl at finding some clothes."
Sora stiffens, bristling at the comment. "Well excuse me!" Sora hisses angrily, turning his back to his friend. "Everything looks the same, I can't find something I like!"
"If everything looks the same it should be easy to find something, right?" Riku walks back over, a mischievous tone to his voice. Sora gets the feeling that maybe he isn't entirely safe a second before he is suddenly encircled by a pair of warm arms. Riku maneuvers them both straight toward the back of the room where there are some shirts on a small rack.
"Riku?"
"First things first." He smiles. "You need a shirt." He guides Sora's hands toward a navy blue one with a simple red design on the front, and white trim. It has a shallow v-neck. Riku kisses the area between Sora's neck and shoulder. Sora's breath hitches, and he can't help but lean back into Riku's embrace.
"I like this one, because nothing will get in the way when I kiss you here-" Riku touches his lips to the side of Sora's neck, "Or here…" Riku drags his lips down slowly to Sora's shoulder. Sora swallows.
"W-well…"
"How about it? Do you like it?" Riku asks softly.
"Like…what?" Again, Sora finds he must struggle to think clearly.
"The shirt."
"Oh, ah…um, yes."
"Good. Because next you'll need some pants."
"Wait…uh, shouldn't I just get a new jacket? That's the only thing that was- AAH!" Sora cries out, alarmed. Riku bit him! What the hell?
"I already explained why you need a new outfit." Riku scolds gently. "Besides, it'll make things more fun for me."
More fun? What did he mean by that? Sora didn't have time to ponder that; Riku walks them over in front of a table with some shorts. He reaches out and plucks a pair off, handing them to Sora.
"These match that shirt perfectly. They aren't too stylish, but it won't matter, because…" Riku slides them both down to another table, his groin rubbing against Sora's backside in the process. Sora's mouth goes dry, and he blushes furiously, squirming to get away. Riku's arms tighten around him.
"Where are you going? I'm not finished."
'Great….' Sora thought. He is in some serious trouble. Not because of the increasing intimacy of Riku's touches, but because that with each touch he is losing the will to stop his friend should he start to go to far. "Riku…"
"Shh…I'm almost done." Riku lifts a strange garment from the table, it is like a pair of shorts, but it is clearly for wearing over shorts as it is missing a crotch. Two red pouches attached to yellow belts serve for pockets, and it is decorated with white tubing. For some reason the garments remind him of something, but he brushes it off as his head began to ache again. Riku closes his eyes, rubbing his nose against the back of Sora's ear.
"Well, what do you think so far?"
"I…it…it's fine…" Sora prays to any deity that might be listening that the torture would stop. Preferably soon.
"Just fine?" Riku buries his nose into Sora's hair. "Hmm…I think something is missing…" Riku looks down at Sora's feet. "No, two something's are missing."
"Huh?"
"Those shoes. They have to go."
Sora twists to look at Riku. "What's wrong with them?" He asks heatedly, his cheeks a slight pink.
Riku raises a silver eyebrow. "Are you serious? First of all, they're huge. I mean... I know you have boats for feet, but those shoes are big for even your feet. How can you even walk in them?" He laughs at Sora's angry glare. "Besides, they don't even match your new clothes. We'll pick new ones."
"But-"
"Do you want me to bite you again?"
Sora falls silent immediately, allowing Riku to guide him over to another rack, this one filled with short-sleeved jackets. He then pulls away from Sora and walks in the opposite direction. Sora calls after him,
"Where are you-?"
"I think that I'm going to pick out your shoes." The aqua-eyed boy says in a tone that books no argument. Sora cast his friend's retreating back a withering look and turns back to the rack, flipping through a few of them before deciding on a black one with white trim, yellow decorative buckles and a black hood with a white inside lining. Once satisfied with his choice, he goes off to look for Riku.
He finds the little demon pulling a pair of black and yellow sneaker-like shoes from a large rack. When he goes over to look at him, Riku notes the jacket and grins at him.
"All set?" He asks, eyes sparkling at Sora's nod. "Good, get changed."
Sora looks around for a place to change, while Riku eyes him, amused.
"What's wrong?" He inquires, as Sora continues to look around.
"I'm looking for a place to change."
"Sora." Riku rolls his eyes. "There isn't anyone around except me."
"Yeah but-!" Sora starts, but catching Riku's smug expression, he falls silent.
"But?" Riku asks innocently. "What's wrong?"
Sora's face grows hot, and he suddenly finds the floor very interesting. "N-nothing!" He says quickly.
"Are you sure?" Riku presses, very amused at the situation.
"I…uh…yeah…" Face flushed, Sora pulls off the white short-sleeved jacket, wincing slightly as he moves his injured shoulder.
"Do you need help?" This time the voice is concerned. Sora shakes his head.
"Nah." He unzips the red jumper he is wearing and sits down to untie and remove his shoes. Still very aware of Riku's gaze and blushing like mad, he tugs off his jumper and quickly pulls on his shorts and the decorative black outer garment that went over them. He scoops up his new shirt and moved to put it on, but as soon as he lifts his arms up, a sharp pain through his shoulder made him wince again. Taking a breath, he begins to try again, but strong hands takes the shirt away from him.
"Let me help." Riku commands softly. He takes Sora's arms and put them through first before stretching the fabric over his head. After tugging the shirt down, he helps him with his black short-sleeved jacket and sits him down again to pull on his shoes. Sora stares at him mutely through the whole process. After Riku pulls him to his feet by his uninjured limb, Sora stares at the floor, chewing his lip.
"Um, thanks."
"Don't mention it." Riku smiles at Sora and takes his hand. "Let's get you back to the house so you can rest. You should feel better in the morning."
"And when is morning again?" Sora rolls his eyes and Riku tosses his hands up at the ceiling in mock exasperation.
"Smart-ass." He grumbles, pulling Sora from the building.
Once back at the house, Sora mutters something about wanting to wash up and leaves for the bathroom. Riku sits heavily into a chair in the small dining room and combs his hands through his hair, the day's events running through his mind.
"Now, now, there is no need for that, is there? We are both after the same thing after all…"
"No…I suppose you aren't like me."
"…My offer is always open."
The conversation with Mizu echoes through his mind, troubling him no matter how hard he tries to focus on something else. Why had Mizu approached him? He never did so before; he always avoided any confrontation between them as if his life depended on it. Why now? Is he planning on doing something to bring back Sora's memories? No, that didn't make sense. However, Riku is having difficulty believing that the heartless boy came to him to plead for his help alone. No, he has an ace up his sleeve, and is going to use it to try and hurt them both.
"Is something wrong?"
Riku looks up to see Sora in the doorway, clothed in just his shirt and shorts, a blanket draped over his shoulders. He looks slightly tired, but all Riku notices is his eyes, bright and impossibly blue in the soft light of the room. He had been right. Dark colors are perfect on Sora. His eyes stand out more then he thought they would, and Riku feels as if he is drowning. He becomes suddenly aware that he is standing, moving to take Sora in his arms, pressing his lips to the Keyblade master's. After a moment, Sora pulls back slightly.
"Riku?"
Riku reclaims his friend's lips with a hunger that can only be described as feral. He backs his love out of the room, the other boy trying to keep from tripping over the blankets that drag onto the ground. They stumble ungracefully into the room, almost knocking over a table that is close to the bed, nearly spilling the Oathkeeper key chain to the floor from where Sora had placed it a few days ago.
Sora loses his fight with the blanket, and they both fall solidly onto the bed, Sora pinned under Riku's weight. Sora allows it, feeling the desperation in the kiss, the powerful need in it. He wraps his arms about Riku's waist, trying to keep up with Riku's frenzied kissing.
After a long while, Riku pulls back to whisper something too soft for Sora to understand, his breath warm on the other teen's face. Sora gazes into the lazy lidded eyes of his friend.
"Are you alright?"
"I think so." Riku said honestly.
"Is it Mizu?"
Riku stares at Sora for a moment, before moving to roll off of him. The brunette held on, however, and when Riku rolls, Sora rolls with him, lying on top of him with his hands trapped beneath Riku's body. He holds Riku's gaze.
"What did he say to you, Riku?" Sora's eyes are clear, full of concern. Riku turns his head away.
"I don't want to worry you, Sora…"
"I'm already worried! I don't know what he said to upset you like this, but I know it was bad, and I keep thinking…" Sora starts to pull his arms free. "Forget it."
Riku turns back to Sora. There is no escaping it now. He has to tell him, or live with this shadow over their relationship for the rest of his life. It actually might not be that long, but it would feel like it. He reaches up to take Sora's face in both his hands.
"Alright Sora." He felt the other boy turn back to face him, just as he turns his eyes back to the aqua of Riku's. "Mizu…hinted that things would change when you got your memory back. He asked me to join him…but I wouldn't." It isn't a lie, not really…but it isn't the whole truth either.
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Sora's voice holds no trace of accusation, and his eyes holds no anger.
"I didn't want to worry you…I also thought that it might cause you to not trust me… I am afraid that things might not be the same. Sora…I don't want to lose you…I am so afraid that when you get your memory back, you'll just want to be friends…or you'll be disgusted that I feel this way and never want anything to do with me again…"
Sora kisses the area just below Riku's eyebrows, and looks into his pain filled eyes. "So if I get my memories back, I'll lose the ones I have now? The ones I made with you?" Sora kisses the bridge of his friend's nose. "Somehow, I don't think that will happen."
"Sora…" Riku breathes the name softly; the emotion involved causing Sora to shiver. "How do you always know what to say? It makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with you…to the point where I can't find the words to tell you."
"Then show me."
Riku rolls over on top of Sora again, looking into the other teen's eyes. "Sora…you don't know what you're telling me to do…"
As a reply, Sora brushes his lips across Riku's. Riku closes his eyes at the feel of those soft lips against his own.
"I trust you."
Riku still didn't believe that Sora knew what he is saying, after all the last time he had even tried to get a little more intimate then kissing, the other boy had cut it short. Still, it is permission to get intimate, whether or not Sora means he is willing to be ravished or not, and Riku isn't about to pass it up. All that business in the store had left him rather tense and he could use some relief. Of course, he is the one who is the cause all of it, but he didn't really care at the moment. Riku gives Sora a soft kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling back to look into his lazy lidded sapphire eyes with a gentle expression.
"I'm going to be very slow and gentle with you Sora." Riku murmurs, entwining his fingers with Sora's. "And I am going to touch you in many places and in different ways. If you aren't ready for it, all you have to do is tell me."
"And if I am ready for it?" Sora breathes.
Riku gives his soon to be lover a handsome smile. "I want you to tell me that too." He lowers his head to kiss Sora's neck. Closing his eyes, Sora tosses his head back, entangling his free hand into Riku's hair.
"A-alright…" He gasps as Riku takes his own free hand and slips it slowly up his shirt.
"…I trust you, Riku…"
Chapter Five, Part Two:
Totsuzen No Hikari No Naka Me Ga Sameru
Koritsu City is still.
Almost as if time itself has stopped. All is quiet, including the silent footsteps of the pale haired heartless known as Mizu. He walks toward the house currently in use by the two Keyblade masters, halting before the steps, amber eyes looking up at the door.
"Koritsu will fall by the hand of its master, and the angel will take flight again."
As he speaks a thick fog envelops him and everything in the surrounding area; it creeps into all the buildings, and the house being used by Riku and Sora is no exception. It fills all the rooms, but only partially fills the bedroom. Mizu exits the fog and into the room with a graceful stride, closing his eyes and opening them with a pleased smile.
"All that is needed is a small prod in the correct direction…"
Mizu reaches for the small table near the bed, lifting the Oathkeeper key chain from it. He heads toward the bed, his movements smooth as silk. He gazed at the couple upon the bed, his lips twisting slightly in disgust before smoothing into his eerily pleasant expression.
"…To plant the seeds of doubt and despair, watch them take root and bloom into flowers of hate."
Sora is snuggled against Riku's chest his right arm lying palm up on the bed. Mizu passes a hand across Riku face, and drops the Oathkeeper key chain into Sora's hand. He gently pushes a strand of hair from the brunette's face.
"Water well…" There is a distant sound of thunder. Lightning flashes, illuminating the room slightly, and the thunder becomes closer.
"…And place into sun…light." Mizu turns to go, sauntering back into the fog, a cold smile playing about his lips. The fog rolls out quickly, and everything is normal. Riku shifts slightly, pulling Sora closer to him, a troubled look upon his face.
"Pleasant dreams…"
Riku cracked an eye open. The sun was bright, way too bright.
Wait…sun?
Riku sat up; looking around, and his mouth fell open.
He was in a garden of some sort, a flower garden, but there was only one kind of flower. As far as the eye could see there were roses, of many different colors and types, and their fragrance filled the air with a sweet scent that was almost enough to make him ill.
Riku moved to stand, and noticed he was sitting on a type of throne made from a rose bush covered in yellow roses. Upon closer inspection he noticed that the prickly thorns did not hurt him at all, even when he pressed down upon them.
"I must be dreaming…"
Riku stood, turning his head around to take in his surroundings, and right before the throne loomed a tall structure made entirely of red roses interlaced with thorn apple blossoms. As he approached it, he sees that it is a cage… and someone is inside it.
Suspended by a large bush of white roses is Sora. He is tangled in it, his eyes closed, the enormous thorns angled in such a way that if he moves he will stab himself no matter how slight the movement. Riku runs along the large cage, looking for a way in, and about halfway around he discovers a door made of thorn apple blossoms, with a single black rose for a handle. Thorns stick out from every which way, but Riku pays them no heed as he grasps the handle and turns it, rushing into the cage. He is dimly aware that the thorns do not hurt him again, but it is not as important as the boy hanging in the white rose bush.
"Sora!"
The only response is a slight twitch of Sora's lips, like he is trying to smile. Riku pulls at the bush, but it is as solid as steel. He tries to climb up to reach his lover, but a voice stops him, chilling him inside as it freezes his body.
"Do not touch him."
Riku manages to look up, and standing at the top of the bush holding Sora captive is a black winged angel holding a sword decorated with pink roses. The angel's red hair flutters in a non-existent breeze as she turns her violet eyes upon Riku. Riku's body stumbles back against his will, and he collapses onto the thick carpet of red rose and thorn apple blossom petals.
"Kairi…!"
The angel doesn't reply, just spreads her inky black wings and takes to the sky, circling the giant white rose bush before landing before it, raising her sword and preparing to strike.
"No-!"
Riku is unsure of why he cried out like he did, he wanted Sora free didn't he? The angel slices downward swiftly, cutting the bush down ruthlessly. Instead of collapsing to the ground, the bush dissolved into petals and floated away. Sora fell from the sky and down into the black winged angel's waiting arms.
"Sora…" The angel whispered softly. The black feathers of her wings began to fall out, being carried away by some strange force that acted like a strong wind, revealing wings as white as falling snow underneath. She wrapped her wings around Sora, hugging him closer and trying to wake him.
Riku stood up shakily; his body free from whatever spells the angel's voice put him under. He took a step toward the now white winged angel and Sora. The angel turned to him, her eyes angry. Her wings flashed back to black briefly, and Riku found himself being pushed away from them, flying out of the cage by a powerful force. As he flew past the bars of the cage the thorns scratched him. He hisses in pain just as he slams into his throne of yellow roses, the thorns on it digging painfully into his skin. Riku tries to rise from it, but the roses curl around him, trying to suck him in. He struggles, crying out in pain from the thorns, his efforts fruitless. The garden of roses begins to dissolve into petals, flying away and leaving the area barren and lifeless. Riku sees the angel flying away, Sora safely tucked into her arms. He struggles harder, shouting for them to come back. A large thorn pokes his back, and he squirms to get away from it, but the bush pulls him back into it and it emerges from his chest, his blood spattering the rosebush, turning the roses red. He looks down at himself, seeing the giant thorn protruding from his chest.
"…Sora…"
A single tear rolls down his cheek and falls into the nothingness that is closing in on him.
A bright droplet of water collects on a single lotus blossom, falling into a dark sea of nothing.
Ching
As it hits a surface of some sort, it makes a chime. Ripples are created; spreading from the spot the droplet fell, creating space.
Ching
A second droplet falls, its ripples bringing into focus a large lake, it's surface as smooth as glass.
Ching
Lotus blossoms begin to bloom and a boy that is resting among them opens his eyes.
Ching
Sora stands, looking at his surroundings. He is standing on top of a lake the same color of his eyes. Tiny blue flowers flit below the surface like fish swimming in a sea. Sora leaves the lotus blossoms, looking around. There does not seem to be any land nearby.
In the distance is a large tree; it's branches seeming to caress the heavens. Vines sway gently in the breeze, the sweet scent of wisterias filling the air. Sora walks over to the tree, reaching out to touch the trunk gently. A flash from below catches his attention, and he looks down to where blue forget-me-nots swim beneath the surface.
The water flashes, and by the trees roots he sees himself locked in a heated battle with a silver haired boy.
"Riku."
The scene fades, and shortly afterwards he sees another scene, this time one of him sparring with three kids his age. The scene fades again. Sora reaches down to it as it disappears.
"Are these my memories?"
A loud whooshing noise stops him and as he looks up to where the sound is coming just as the vines of the wisteria tree grab him and haul him up into the air. Sora struggles, but the sweet scent of the wisteria flowers begin to sap his will. The vines coil tightly around him, stilling his movement as the scent continues to drain his strength. Peach blossoms begin to bloom on the wisteria vine, and their scent begins to lull Sora into sleep.
"No, Sora. You must fight it."
Sora looks up weakly. A white winged angel is before him, her concerned face framed by short red hair. She looks at him with indigo eyes, and takes his face in her hands.
"You are being deceived. Don't let it hold you captive. Break free."
"What's holding me captive?" Sora mumbles, trying to fight the effect the wisteria and the peach blossoms have on him.
"Deceit. Don't let it hold you."
"I…I can't…It's too strong…"
"The truth is stronger then a lie."
"What is the truth? What's the lie? I don't…"
"What are you supposed to be doing? Are you following your destiny?"
"Destiny…? I'm not…I don't…I can't remember anything-"
"Yes you can. Ask the right question."
"Question?" Sora's head droops. "Ugh…so…sleepy…"
The angel flaps her wings sharply, creating a gust of cold air that kills the wisteria and peach blossoms. Sora shakes his head as his head begins to clear.
"Thank you…" He looks at the angel with curious eyes. "I…know you don't I?"
"Yes."
"I can't remember your name. Who are you?"
The angel touches his face again, looking at him sadly.
"Kairi."
The world exploded into a sea of white.
Sora shot straight up into a sitting position, gasping for breath, trembling all over. He looks over at Riku, then drops his head into his hands and scoots to the end of the bed, falling out of it onto the floor. The events from the past few days wash over him, and he feels sick to his stomach, curling into a tight ball, and taking ragged breaths as his head begins to pound.
"How could…?"
Lightning flashes, thunder crashes and rain pounds against the window violently. Sora climbs to his knees, holding his head in his hands. He struggles to his feet and stumbles into the door, trying to escape, but too ill and filled with shock and horror to operate it properly. He clutches it for a second as a loud sob tears from his throat. He slides down the door into a boneless heap on the floor, his hands in his hair. He remembers.
"Why did you…?"
He remembers everything.
Author's Nonsense:
Ha Ha! Cliffhanger!
Wow, look how long this chapter is! Don't you all feel happy? Part one alone is nine pages, four pages longer then usual! The non- tame version is even longer! Want the translation for the title?
Totsuzen No Hikari No Naka Me Ga Sameru
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
If that doesn't fit I don't know what would. Did you like all that yaoi-candy? You had better tell me, or I'll let Kairi get Sora. I had a hard time with the non-tame version of this fic; it is my very first lemon! Flustered author I'm really nervous, so if you read the non-tame version, please tell me how I did.
I did do some research for Sora and Riku's dream scenes, found the meanings of flowers and stuff. Was it pretty? Creepy? Pretty creepy? I must thank my dear friend (name withheld to protect the not-so-innocent) for letting me pick her brain. She's a walking encyclopedia of useless knowledge and I love her for it.
Are you all mad at me for the way I ended this chapter? Do you want the next one to come out quickly? You had better prove it then. REVIEW! (I think I REALLY need them this time…)
Seriously, the few reviewers I do have are wonderful. A couple of you have honestly helped my writing bunches, and I am so grateful. Those quick updates happened because of you! Hmm, I wonder what would happened if I was suddenly flooded with them? Shameless
Mood Music: A Gackt CD. Mars, to be more precise! Who is Gackt? Only the sexiest J-pop singer in the world! You can get a nosebleed just watching him perform! There is much yaoi goodness! Yummy! He was also in a film called Moonchild and he was ultra-awesome!
Ciao!
P.S.: Akio, from the Utena movie flipped over a car and said "Ciao!". No one even guessed! I'm so sad…
