A.N. - Finally. FINALLY I have enough time, inspiration (mainly from Inyx) and energy to write another chapter. Sorry this was so late - I'm really dying from exhaustion and schoolwork and lack of time. . . . .

Aand yay for bumping up the rating. Bad Vanez, you're getting too pervy and instinct-driven these days. See what you've done to my sweet, innocent, clean (not) little fic. You've turned it into gay porno. Mika ought to spank you for being so bad.

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Taste of Love

X: Impulse

I was woken by the sensation of soft, warm lips on mine – startled, I opened my eyes to see a close-up Vanez with his usual careless smile.

'Wakey wakey Kurdie. Trial time.'

'Wha. . . why. . . are you in my room?'

'My room, Kurda Smahlt, you idiot. You passed out on me, and I carried you to my room.'

Vanez laughed, getting out of the large coffin we were in (it smelt pleasantly of rough-cut wood), and straightening his crumpled trousers. He then pulled me up with an arm, and hugged me tightly before letting me go. I wobbled slightly, legs strangely feeble, brain only vaguely conscious, trying to remember what happened earlier today. And then I remembered. My legs gave way, and Vanez had to catch my arms before I smashed his coffin with my body. I couldn't believe it. Just a few hours ago, Vanez had actually. . . . well I refuse to say it, but. . . . . . done that to me! I whacked his hands off from my arms, and yelled at him:

'H-how. . . how dare you. . . . you. . . . ! You. . . . '

I trailed off, not knowing exactly what it was that he did to me – Vanez grinned roguishly and prompted me:

'Hump you against the wall?'

'. . . . Yes! That!'

'Get over it, Kurda. It's not like I raped you, is it? We were clothed. It was nothing so intense that you had to faint, was it? Or are you really that inexperienced?'

I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out – I really was inexperienced, and yes, it was very intense for me and I had to faint. I just blushed furiously, and glared intensely at Vanez. Vanez chuckled, and put an arm around my shoulders, tilting his head lazily to look at me, his dark ginger locks falling across his wickedly attractive features.

'I'm sorry. I didn't know you were that naïve. I'll do it more softly next time, 'kay?'

He purred, caressing my shoulders, and kissing my ear lightly. I nodded absentmindedly, totally knocked senseless by the fuzzy warm feeling in my spine – and when, a few seconds later, I actually realised what I had nodded to, it was too late – Vanez was whistling happily, obviously planning his next assault on me.

'No, I meant – NO! There won't be a next time!'

'But you nodded.'

'I didn't think. . . . ! I was thinking about something else, I. . . . '

'Oooh. So you were thinking about something even more interesting than dryhumping? Well, I could easily help you with that, Kurda. . . '

'NONONONONO! I meant – I was thinking about my trial! That's it, my trial! Which is in. . . . ,' I checked my watch nervously, and gasped – 'TEN MINUTES!'

'Don't worry, you'll be fine.'

Vanez said simply, pulling me into a tight embrace for a second, before handing me a long, light spear and a small, wooden insect cage which he had made for me while I slept in his coffin. He slapped my back.

'Stab the crocs with the spear if you need to. You can also use it to help you get out if the swamp sucks you in. Just don't stay still – and use the fireflies you've caught as a torch, as you'll have no other light.'

I opened my mouth to say thankyou – but I had to say it into his mouth instead, as he kissed me quickly. In front of a whole crowd of onlookers. And again, it was me who received "looks". Vanez laughed and bent down, and whispered in my ear:

'You know how proud of you I am. I know you'll make it back. And if you don't –'

'. . . . . ..?'

'I'll see you up there.'

He grinned, pointing up his forefinger at the ceiling, and to the skies beyond – to Paradise.

Sticky, wet, disgusting swampland. These marshes exist just outside the mountain, next to a small river. I lifted my bare feet off the sludge, and took another step. Squish, squelch, slop, splatter, squish, squelch, slop, splatter. And it's so disgustingly humid and entirely dark! (The mud was very cold, too.)

I fastened my pace, looking for the large fir tree which indicated the middle of the swamp. My eyes were slowly getting used to the darkness, but as the moon and the stars were entirely clouded by an evening veil of fog, it wasn't helping my progress.

I strained my eyes to look for the tree – and there it was! A 30 or so metres from my current place, there was a small island of firm dirt, in which the tree grew. There was a bright yellow sign tied to the top of the tree, indicating the start. And under that tree – were three large, rocky boulders. Wait. Not boulders. I gulped. One of the boulders lazily opened its predatory reptilian eyes. I froze. I had to get to the tree, and knock the yellow sign off the treetop to prove that I've reached the start. When the vampires at the mountain see the sign knocked off, they let loose the fireflies.

I gasped when I realised – that even while I thought, my feet were already rapidly sinking into the cold sludge. I pulled them out with a slop, and kept my feet moving, although quite aimlessly, making it look like I was doing the macarina (without the hand gestures, of course). Sensing animal motion, two of the three huge (and when I say huge, I mean HUGE. Even the smaller one was at least 4m long!) crocodiles got up and slid into the mud, disappearing out of sight.

Shit.

Not good.

Not good at all.

I stopped doing the macarina. If I don't move, if I don't bleed, the crocs can't sense my presence. My feet sank. Bad. Bad. Bad mud! I could already feel a steady ball of nervous tension in my stomach, doubling in size by the second, clogging all my arteries and stopping circulation of oxygen and blood reaching my brain. My thoughts just stopped.

Admit it, Kurda Smahlt.

You're stuffed.

You haven't even started the stupid trial, and you're going to get eaten by reptiles or rot slowly in the mud.

Just then, the nervous-tension-ball seemed to let a sip of oxygen and blood reach my brain – I can start the trial! I can't get to the fir-tree island because the biggest crocodile's still taking a nap there – but I can throw something and knock the yellow sign off!

I took a quick step to the side, pulling my legs out of the mud with a great plop each, and dragged myself sideways to look for a stone.

And then, it came to me.

I felt like kicking my own head off.

Actually, could someone please do that?

STONES DON'T EXIST HERE, Kurda. Stupid, stupid, stupid! This is like quicksand. Stones would have been the first ones to disappear down into the pits. Stupid, stupid, stupid me, for giving myself false hope.

Just then, a strong humid wind blew, bristling up my fringe. The rest of the hair I had tied back, but even that was swaying in the strong wind. Mud lapped at my knees, small waves forming on the surface of the swamp, the circulation of liquid somehow making the sinking process faster. I resumed the pointless dance, jogging on the spot to prevent sinking.

I wonder when the crocs will get a limb of mine.

I wonder how I can convince them that I wouldn't taste that nice.

"Excuse me, would you mind please letting go of my left thigh - I'm sure it won't really taste that nice. I mean, I'm not a very gourmet person. You have no idea what I've been eating the last few days. Bat eyeballs, spaghetti blood-bolognaise, slug soup, unknown mushrooms that make you curiously high, and marinated duck heads, just to name me a few. Imagine what sort of mixture would be in my digestive system when you gobble that down, too. And if that doesn't put you off eating me, what does?"

As if.

But honestly, I really wouldn't like getting a limb ripped off. That would hurt. If I got my head ripped off first, maybe that wouldn't hurt as much. Just when I was thinking about how to get the crocodiles to eat me head first, something whacked me hard on my right ear.

A branch.

From the fir tree.

It dropped on the ground, and started sinking steadily. I watched, wondering if dying by lack of oxygen and choking on mud is better than head-ripping.

Wait.

Branch?

BRANCH! I dived at the mud, searching through the sludge with my hands, pulling out the huge branch. Phew. That was close. I didn't realise that I could use this branch. Yes. Use it. I broke the branch into four pieces, and, continuing my steady air-tread on the mud, aimed at the top of the fir tree and threw one of the pieces.

Miss.

I threw another.

Miss.

I heard a little glob behind, and span around to see a pair of cold, amber eyes eyeing me with that craving for blood seen in predators. It was the smallest croc out of the three. On the spur of the moment, I swished my long spear around, aiming at its eyes, making the croc quickly glob down and sink into the mud again. Heart beating faster, I made another crazy aim at the yellow sign.

Miss.

A terrible, terrible, stupid, unintelligent, foolish, silly, ridiculously unwise miss.

The branch not only missed the sign, but hit something that I would rather not have hit. The last, monstrously gigantic crocodile which was sleeping underneath the fir tree blinked his sly eyes open, chomping at the stick that had hit his head. "I'm sorry!" I whispered under my breath, knowing only too well that apologies won't really help anything (apart from making myself feel better).

Two globs from behind. Two crocodiles were floating on the mud now, glaring at me. Great. So you had to get your mum. Just because I threatened to stab your eyes out. Now what a brat.

The gigantic croc (the dad croc, I'd guess) moved its heavy body to slide into the mud. I bit my lip and threw my last stick, praying to any god who would listen, that it would work –

Clonk.

The sign flew off and hit the ground. I felt like doing a victory dance there and then – but I couldn't, as I realised that the mud was up to my knees, and there were three hungry crocodiles steadily approaching from behind. Alright. Not exactly the time to tap-dance.

With a huge effort and enormous BLOPs, I pulled my legs out and dragged myself quickly ahead, praying that the crocodiles won't follow, trying to get to the uninhabited fir-tree island.

Then, something flew across my face, and I stopped. Stopped in awe. It was a firefly. The vampires at the mountain had let the fireflies free. I caught the firefly lightly in my muddy left hand, smiling as it twinkled like a star. It was so fragile and small – yet so bright! Quickly I moved it to its new home – Vanez's insect cage. It shone and glimmered happily there, grasping one of the wooden bars. I had this strange urge to call him Fred, but restrained myself, as I may hurt its feelings if it was a girl (knowing nothing of insects, I couldn't even tell sexes apart.).

'It's okay, you'll be safe there, little one. I'll protect you.'

I said comfortingly to the firefly, not with any confidence or purpose in particular but hoping that it may help me out of my nervousness if I had someone to talk to.

I reached the fir-tree island, the safest place to be IF the crocs don't start reaching here as well. I took a breath at last, feeling somewhat safer now that my feet weren't sinking, and, letting the breath out slowly, threw my head back to see why it was suddenly getting lighter around here.

I gasped.

I couldn't explain what it was about the sight – it just consumed me so dangerously and completely, that if a crocodile were to chomp my arm off now, I wouldn't have noticed, nor cared. Actually, I wouldn't mind dying in a place like this. I couldn't say beautiful, because that would truly be an offending understatement. It was the most gripping sight I had ever seen, in my whole, entire life.

Star strewn. That would be the closest I would get describing it. But it wasn't stars that were strewn across the sky. It was fireflies. A MASS of fireflies, circling just above me, illuminating the dull, misty sky, casting pale white light over the sea of mud. One flew lower, stopping at the island to take a drink from the river next to it – after watching it drink, I caught it and put it in the insect cage with the first one. I smiled at the two of them as they nestled close to each other, forgetting the danger I was in.

I gazed up at the heavenly sight overhead one last time, then decided to concentrate on my trial again. Considering as how the crocodiles haven't attacked me yet, they must be sneaking around somewhere discussing or fighting over which part of me they'll have for supper. A shiver ran through me at the thought, and I looked around furiously for other fireflies to catch.

I found a pair on the fir-tree trunk, mating, and threw them into the cage. Couples are always good, they're a double score.

'Sorry for disturbing.'

I smiled, popping the two inside, putting them in a private corner, just to make them happy. They reminded me of Vanez and Seyle. It's weird how I don't mind Vanez's sluttiness anymore. Maybe it's because I like Seyle and because of what he told me – or Gavner and what he told me about Vanez not being able to love anymore. Whatever the reason, I don't think ill of Vanez any more.

I was so freaked out when I had first met him – I hated how he kissed me forcefully, I hated him for cheating on people, and I hated him for how he was just so. . . . . so perverted and good-looking and confident. But in spite of all that, my fondness for that man grew, and grew. It grew to a point that it won over all the hate. I loved his eye. I loved his smile. I loved his friendliness, and I loved how he cared for me. I loved, to the extent that no words could describe, the way he touched me. But let's not go there. I don't want to admit anything about liking him in any way that any one may in any way suspect (does that even make sense?)

Thoughts of Vanez had completely taken me to another world, and I only realised just in time that two crocodiles had landed ashore near the fir tree, one of them quickly snapping its tremendously sharp teeth at me. I took a step back, swinging my spear threateningly at them. I took a few steps back, tripped on something, and fell onto something fat. And scaly. And alive. Not...Good... Definitely not good!

I jumped up and fell forwards, only to be snapped at from behind, and getting my leather belt ripped off. I was chased by the dad coming from behind, and was getting cornered by the mum and the kid in front. Wonderful. Just what I need. (Incase you don't realise, this is irony).

I quickly jumped upwards, used a tree branch to cling to as the crocs snapped from underneath, and landed in the mud with a plop.

I saw a small firefly drowning in the mud – I picked it up and popped the miserable little thing in the cage with the others, where it happily fluttered its wings. Just before I started sinking, I pulled myself up, and dragged myself further away from the island, slipping away from the steadily approaching crocodile family.

The population in the cage grew by another five, as I caught some which landed on my head or flew nearby. Total count – 10. Just 5 more and I can blow the whistle. (Vancha had given me the whistle that I am to blow when I finished my trial – false alarms just for the heck of being saved means death). The smallest crocodile approached me quickly – I backed deeper into the mud, poking at it while trying to walk backwards through sloppy mud.

Suddenly, I sank. Rapidly. I had forgotten that Vanez had told me some bits of the swamp "suck in" people – they have a sort of whirlpool current where once you get sucked in, you can never get out. And because I was walking backwards, I managed to nicely pop myself into one. I swore as the mud whirled around my hips, trying to pull me deeper inside, the crocodiles hurrying over to get at least my upper body before they lose their meal. I stabbed at the largest crocodile as it sped towards me, and succeeded in piercing it's jaw. The crocodile made a wheezing sound and tried to pull it out by lifting its jaw – but the spear sat in its jaw firmly, and dragged the crocodile closer as my chest sank beneath the mud.

I quickly threw my right arm above myself, trying as hard as I can to not let the insect cage sink with me. Fireflies are fragile little things, they'd die choking if they get mud on them. The mud was up to my neck now, and the crocodile was sinking with me. It wheezed and choked and bled – I started to feel sorry for the huge thing, forgetting that it was trying to decapitate me a few minutes ago. My head went under – I couldn't hear anything any more, and I gave up.

Suffocation it is, then. At least Vanez won't find my mutilated remains lying on the island when he comes.

I kept my arm out in the air, letting the fireflies enjoy its last few moments of freedom and air before it would sink with me. I pushed my spear up and wiggled it around, trying to at least detach the poor crocodile so it could get away safely – but the crocodile just went berserk, swinging its head around in pain. In fact, the 6m long reptile swung its head around so violently, that it pulled me out of the mud via the spear, and flew me overhead. With a loud ZLOP I flew out of the marshes – I lost my spear, but I held onto the cage tightly as I prepared to land in mud – but I didn't. Instead, hard, sharp branches and leaves scratched my chest and my face, as I smashed into the fir-tree.

I had landed half way up the tree, and the shock of my landing made the whole tree quake. Dozens of fireflies took off at once, and filled the air around me. My eyes watered at the breath-taking sight, but I had enough sense to grab the last five fireflies I needed, and pop them in my cage. I still couldn't believe all of this had happened so quickly – I looked down at the swamp to see the mum and child crocodile trying to help the dad one out (he still had the spear sticking out of his jaw), chomping at the wood. I looked down at my fireflies, counting them – 1, 2, 3, . . . . . . . . . . . 15!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

I blew breathlessly into the whistle, heart dancing with joy. I finished it – I DID IT! I continued blowing my whistle, until Vanez, Vancha and Paris turned up helped me out of the tree five minutes later.

After giving me one of those hard, "I'm so PROUD of you!" sort of hugs and getting himself covered in the mud from my body, he laughed and exclaimed:

'Your beautiful blond locks are ruined!'

I touched my hair to see what he meant – it was covered in black cloggy mud, little bits of branch and leaves sticking out of it. I chuckled.

'So it is. I need to wash myself off.'

'Want some help with that, my pet?'

He smirked, bending down and licking clean my muddy neck. I squirmed out of his reach, glaring playfully.

'No thanks. I'll be fine. I just need some decent food - and a good, long shower.'

I hummed as I entered my room, tousling my hair with a rough towel, stomach happily full of bread, soup and blood. I was just getting over the fact that I had actually passed my fourth trial - a fact which made me even happier. I didn't scream when I discovered Vanez sitting on the edge of my hard, wooden bed (Quarter-master Nile was still trying to find me a decent coffin after I broke the last one during my tantrum with Vanez before the sword-trial) - he said that he wanted to talk to me after I'm full, about what happened in the fourth trial.

He grinned at me and beckoned me to sit on his lap. I stuck my tongue out, and sat on next to him, leaving a safe distance of 30cm.

'So how're you feeling? Better?'

'Much better.'

I grinned, finished drying my hair, and propped the towel around my neck.

'I went and stuffed myself, and I had a shower, and now I'm all clean! And I don't smell like rotting corpse-filled marshes any more.'

'And your stunning platinum hair is back to normal.'

'That too.'

I laughed, as Vanez leaned over and ran both his hands through my hair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his long smooth fingers tickling my scalp. Oh how I missed him through the trial - and I remember how, even the times I thought about death during it couldn't beat the times I thought about him. Is it such a bad thing to fall for this man? Is it such a sin? Is it so disgusting, is it so wrong, so immoral? Is it a crime to fall in love with him? Is there a reason I can't? Because the only thing that seems to be stopping me, is my pride - and even that was shattered into fragments as Vanez took my right ear into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. His hands slid down my back, lower and lower - sliding into the back of my trousers, still going lower -

I moaned loudly, suddenly pulling back from him and trying to stay conscious. One more touch from him and I swear I'm going to lose it. Vanez eyed me with a sharp, odd, glint in his eye - I stared back at him, not quite horrified, but unable to react otherwise. Vanez looked strangely serious, like he'd never been before - he leaned closer again, whispering breathlessly into my ear:

'I want you now, Kurda. . . . .'

'Vanez, no. . . !'

I gasped as he quickly pushed me down onto the hard, wooden bed - I groaned as my head hit the wood, while Vanez crawled on top of me, breathing fast. He bent down and licked up my neck slowly, reaching my ear at length and nibbling it softly.

'You make me burn, Kurda, . . . . . '

He grunted and pushed his lips on mine - we kissed for minutes, our tongues entwining and exploring each other's mouths. Meanwhile Vanez's slim fingers skillfully unbuttoned my shirt - suddenly I realised the direction this was heading, so I forcefully closed my mouth and ended the kiss.

'Vanez, please, don't. . . . . '

'I promise I won't hurt you. . . . please. . . let me. . . '

He lowered his body, our bare chests touching. The flesh-to-flesh contact shot sparks in my head - his hot, smooth skin hovering and touching mine, his tanned chest melting with my pale chest, his tattoo rubbing against my horripilating skin. I gasped and moaned loudly, violent shivers shooting up my spine and exploding in my head to a fizzing sensation in my clothed lower body that I'd never experienced before. I held onto my will, although the overpowering desire for pleasure was making it incredibly hard to do so.

'Let go of me. . . ! Please!'

I pushed his chest away with my hands, separating his body from mine. Vanez grabbed both my wrists with one easy sweep, and pinned them down above my head. His legs pushed my legs apart, pinning them down also. Now I had no way to stop him - he was much stronger than me, and now he had complete control over me. He slid his free hand down my chest, tickling the sensitized skin as if I needed any more stimulation. Down my chest, down, down, over my abdomen, down, down, under the belt, under the cloth, down, down, down. . . I threw my head back in a feeling so hard to explain - somewhere between immoderate pleasure and extreme hunger for something I had never hungered for before.

Before I knew it, I had screamed so loudly - that Vanez stopped his hand suddenly, and brought it up to my face. He frowned to see streams of tears rolling down my cheeks - and sighed. I was equally surprised to feel the tears, not knowing why they were there - Vanez groaned and sat up, letting go of my wrists, covering his face with his hands, and shaking his head. He then wiped my tears dry with his fingers, biting his lip apologetically.

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. . . . I was. . . '

He shook his head again, looking so guilty and angry at himself.

'I don't know what took over me, I'm so sorry. . . . It . . . was instinctive. Forget it. Please. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.'

There was a long awkward silence as he got off the wooden bed, leaving me sprawled all over it and gasping for air.

'Well, I'll. . . . see you at the Princes' . . . . . in two hours or so. . . . . okay?'

He panted, equally as breathless as me, but slowly getting it under control. He grinned uneasily, took a few steps back, opened the door, and disappeared into the corridors swiftly, leaving me feeling unexplainably unsatisfied and dejected.

A.N. - Well. I wonder just how many people are freaking out right now, and making a mental note never to read my fics again. Lol. Oh the fun. I'm not done yet, my lovelies. This is just called foreplay. (giggles evilly)

Kirin the Vampiress

Heh lol, I thought when I read your review that you said "That was awkward!" but you said "that was awesome!". Stupid me. No, no no! Why would I kill Kurda off? Darren Shan did enough of that. I wouldn't dare kill Kurda. Vanez hasn't even shagged him senseless yet! No, everyone in the mountain ISN'T gay. Vancha isn't gay, Gavner isn't gay, the only gay one so far's Mika, because both Seyle and Vanez are bi-sexuals, and Kurda hasn't really decided on his sexuality yet. So of course you can hook up with people. I mean, they're mostly bi. They don't mind what gender. Vanez certainly wouldn't mind your company. Yeah, it's boring and hot in Australia, but Japan is pretty cool. I love it there. Lots to do, lots to see. Here its just Steve Irwin and crocodiles and hairy PE teaches running around the school in G-strings.

SilentlyCrying

Ahem. Well, I can't really comment because all you said was wow, but thankyou. I feel special.

Silver Sky Magician

I hope you didn't cry waterfalls - I didn't get any limbs ripped off or any bit of Kurda sucked in. Happy? FMA is cool. They have the coolest songs, and the storyline is great. I just don't like the drawings too much. But it's great nonetheless! Yeah, I've heard of the movie but I haven't seen it. I think my fav band's (hyde!) doing the themesong for it. Yay for L'arcenCiel! Punk Rock forever! (does peace sign)

Inyx

Aw... Poor Inny. (hugs) No chocolate? I have chocolate everyday, so valentines is no different, but I had chocolate anyway. Chocolate is good. (munches chocolate and hands some to Inyx too) Yeah. I'm sure Kurda loves little fluffy animals and wants to protect their rights. He's cute like that. Yeah, a boxing bag is one of those cylindrical leather bags that hang from the ceiling, used for kicking and punching and practice-humping. Oh, I'm sorry. But I'm sure Vanez hides his fancy underwear somewhere else just so as not to scare Kurda away from him. Well, I tried as hard as I can to keep Kurda's clothes normal, but Vampires wear capes and cloaks, and probably tank-tops with crosses if they really wanted to. I'm sure it's quite normal. (fidgets) I think it is, anyway. What spanish cartoon song? That would have been so funny! Or he could have been humming "The Adams Family" theme song off-key? Or Gackt's Vanilla? Can I call Vancha "honeyfluffle"? Oh, of course Mika was genderconfused about Kurda. I mean, who can tell apart a pretty girl and Kurda? He's just like a pretty girl. Any man can't resist him if he does his innocent look. Nyah. I never swoon to Mika, but I like him as a person. I think he's cute. I like how he's scared of spiders. Sneak one in his pants, Arrow, and he'll gladly strip for you. Er...Do you want more Seyle in the fic? I'll do whatever you like since you own him now. Aac! I really want to see your roleplay! Can you send me a script if you write it down? I could so imagine Seyle passing out or panicking in the healing quarters of the school of magic... Your Darren is so sweet - I love him so much. He's not a pighead, but an innocent molestable little brat. I love him. When's your birthday, by the way? I'd love to write a present fic for you and I'll challenge myself to an Evra/Tall, I promise.

venca blane

No, no, thanks for your review. My e-mail's on my bio page, if you want to send me an e-mail (which would make me tapdance on the computer desk). Thanks!

Fear the Walls of Jericho

Heh. Vanez'll probably try to kick Mika's ass. I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long - but this chapter's longer. I hope it's not too rocky to read. I know the trial is, sorry. . . (cries)

Kurdasmahltlover

Hello! I missed you heaps (hugs). Thanks for your review as always, they make me so happy, fellow kurda lover. "Without a Paddle"? I've never heard of it. I'm sort of really unsociable at the moment and I hav e no idea what's going on in the outside world, because I'm so busy with studying - is it a goo movie? Maybe I can watch it when I have som etime. The Grudge, I saw. That was so friggin' funny. I was the only one laughing aloud in the cinemas, though. My best friend cried because it scared her so much. Heh. What's wrong with these people? That was a great comedy movie. Ju-on's better though. Originals are always better.

The Freaky Butt Mate

Yay! Dryhumping! No dryhumping in this chapter, though, sorry. Vanez's room is a little more non-innocent when you look in that locked cupboard of his, I assure you! I promise to put more Mika in, I promise! I hope you enjoyed this trial, too. I hate writing trials so much! They turn out so rocky and awkward. I'm not a good action writer. I'm glad you liked hyde's video. He's so cute, isn't he? (pulls him away from freaky and glomps him)

Showjumper916

Great. Well, now that both our computers are working, maybe you can send me your details?

S-A (Sarah-Anna)

I'm so glad you like Vancha so much - I'll try and put more of him in, I promise. And thankyou for signing in - I feel so special! Thankyou! (hugs) Yes, I'm out of the writer's block, thanks to you and all my other slashy kind friends. Of COURSE Vanez needs more than one mattress! How can he have threesome-orgies with one mattress? You're so right. Vanez can't read. He just wants to look like the intelectually-sexy type. It's unhealthy, I know. And your thoughts are rather crazy - just like mine! Yup, his pretty thongs are locked away nicely so that he can surprise Kurda some day. Mika in leather lingerie with nice 7-in highheals? My GOD you have a wonderful mind! (chokes and dies laughing)

phamtome101

Uhh... No, it didn't get better, I think it got worse. (cries) Sorry this was such a crap chapter. Are you asking me whether I'm actually going to write out Vanez and Kurda having sex? (You can be open when you ask questions, it's not like I'm an innocent girl XD) No, that would go over the R rating, and I'd get kicked out of ffnet. I'll do foreplay and after-play and implications, but I can't write it out. It sucks. (pouts). Yeah. Maybe I'll write a Mika/Kurda. If I finish this one. Thanks for reviewing, as always!

Moose

You can see the pictures if you go to my bio (click on my name), and go to "homepage", and then click on the diary entries. THey won't be that good though, I assure you.

clam thief

(claps and cheers) Congrats for getting back together with your ex, if you did. Is that good? I can't really tell, I haven't talked to my ex in 2.5 years. Actually, we haven't really split up but we haven't talked for 2.5 years. Woow. Long time. Long-distant love affairs never last, I tell you. Anyway, - oh! I couldn't get the website for gaia - I think ffnet bleeped it out. Can you send it to me? Thanks for your review!

Alasse Fefalas

I'm hoping you enjoyed the trial - it wasn't as good as it sounded, I know, but I did try my best. Oh no, the crocs would think that it's be an honour to have someone so beautiful in their stomach! I'd love to eat Kurda. I'm getting a lot of requests on Mika/Kurda - maybe I will write one. Thanks for your review!

Yayfulness

Thankyou! You make me feel really special. And I love your penname, too! Yay! Thanks for reviewing, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.