Author's Notes: Not to alarm you all, but I underestimated how much work I have to do in school this semester so that means fanfics are probably going to get updated pretty damn slowly as I have to put school over fics. I'm PROBABLY going to try to work on finishing some up as soon as possible but don't hold me to it as I already have projects getting started in Lithography and Production Process.
I apologize, but Graphic Design is a time-consuming major and it's my future we're talking about so I have to devote whatever time necessary to my classes and projects as my GPA is currently a 2.67 and it's my fourth year at college, and I have to go another year after this so please PLEASE PLEASSSSSSSSSSE be patient and I KNOW everyone wants me to update as from the reviews I get but it's going to take me time so please understand while I appreciate it, reviews telling to 'update SOON!' etc.. put pressure on me and it ends up adding into work and school-related stress and then I have to take a siesta from writing as I did earlier in the year.
I am going to try to wrap Duet up as it's going into 13 chapters and I can NEVER write more than 20 chapters of anything ever.
To Serve is currently on hold as it's my least interest of writing. I feel bad, but the other things I've started are easier to work on as the ideas are fresher in my mind. HOPEFULLY what I figure is that I'll get everything else pretty much out of the way and then work on To Serve and anything else I come up with.
Hang in there people, I'm trying. It's not easy being a POOOOOOOR art major.
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Entry 6
I am completely and utterly cursing that damn corportate brunch as I tried to squeeze myself into my old red and black corset and KNEW I'd have imprints from them. Luckily I had decided to forgo a skirt and went with my leather pants which were more pliable. Piling half my hair up and the rest down and expertly applying my darker make-up I had been ready to go. Hurrah!!! Off to chat with the Devil!
I took the subway since it was quicker and in Gothic-Mode nobody really messed with me and soon enough I was at the bar, and made my way to a stool since Shinomori wasn't there yet. The bartender, who was one of those tattoo-ed, spikey haired surly fellows was remotely attractive in that dark, biker way.
He was much more likable pouring my glass full of Hypnotic as I waited and waited and waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiited. Really I'm only so patient and on my second and a half Midori his Royal Vileness sauntered in finally and sat down next to me without even so much as a hello but I must admit he did sorta kinda look quite good in leather pants and tight black tee-shirt. He really seemed to like black. 'You're quite late, Shinomori. It's rude to leave a lady waiting'
'I'm afraid I have no gentlemanly qualities Makimachi'
'Obviously. So you want another interview? Let's get on with it'
At this I had flipped some locks of hair in a purposely haughty gesture. I wanted him to KNOW I was pissed and also that I was in charge here.
He ordered a soda and thus we began the Interview from Hell the Sequel.
I would comment more, but really it was just a rehash of the last verbal bout but with a bith more colorful language on my part. Really something about this man drives me absolutely insane and he just irritates me to no end. I went through five Midori Sours by the end and was leaning against the bar as I was quite tipsy and feeling flushed. I suppose Shinomori noticed as he asked if I was okay.
El Bastardo...emoting concern?! Truly I wasn't that drunk.
He muttered something about 'typical female bahavior' and sighed at me. IT WAS HIS DAMN FAULT THAT HE WAS DRIVING ME TO DRINK! DUMB DUMB MALE!!! GRrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Anyway.
I was going to leave but as I stood up it suddenly wasn't a good idea. I felt myself about to fall when strong arms held me upright as Shinomori did a nice thing and helped. Did Hell freeze?
He walked me out of the bar and took it upon himself to see me home. That's right asshole, your fault. Guilt. All you.
And....that's when things got weird. First since I suppose I was too out of it to give him my address we went to his apartment which was annoying bigger than mine. Then he sat me on the couch and essentially poured water down my throat until I thought I was going to explode in an attempt to sober me up. After two hours of getting water-logged I was feeling somewhat better and was for the most part glaring at him. He attempted to lecture me about drinking but I told him to shut the hell up. I wasn't in the mood AT ALLLLLLLLL. After some uncomfortable silence I got up and decided to pace. I do that sometimes.
I noticed his bookshelf and saw a lot of JD Salinger, Hemmingway, Faulkner...and....and.
Anne Bishop?! I had the EXACT same book trilogy as he did!? I asked him about it in which he replied they were a gift. Sure buddy. It occured to me then he somehow reminded me slightly of the character Daemon Sadi slightly. He had walked towards me I guess to lead me away from his belongings but I lost my footing slightly and tripped, sending us crashing onto the floor with me sprawled atop of him.
Embarassed I apologized and looked down to see he was slightly amused.
And that irked me.
I think I muttered something about him being a jerk and went to get up when his hands on my elbows stilled me and my eyes widened as his face loomed closer to mine until he kissed me. HE kissed me. And soon for some unknown reason I responded. Call me crazy but...it was probably the most arousing kiss I've ever experienced.
So sue me for responding!
After a couple moans on my part and groans on his we broke apart.
And leave it to him to be an asshole.
'Interesting how despite the fact that you generally do not like me you respond so...wantonly. I believe I just proved a point about women'
Growling I slapped him on the forehead and sat up as he also sat up.
'Way to kill a moment.' I had muttered. And then it got just completely....fucked up.
After my comment he repsonded with:
'You're not that upset'
As if he knew my thoughts?!! Why that arrogant son of a bitch!
As I opened my mouth to begin a protest I found myself unable to as his mouth once more covered mine. At first I attempted to make a cry of protest but...it felt so...good.
And for some stupid reason I found myself responding but then he was the one that kept it going and started groping me and eventually.
We made it to his bedroom.
It was all one crazy blur but I can definitely say but will never admit it to him: It was absolutely the BESTTTTTT sex I'd ever had. Phenominal and mind-blowing!
Who knew the brooding bastard had it in him. It must've been something around 1 am when we fell onto the bed and somewhere around 8 am when we stopped. And I had been exhausted.
But as also, the cold bitchslap of reality appeared.
As I laid next to him while he slept on his stomach with his arm across my waist I stared at the cieling in utter shock at what had occured. I slept with Shinomori Aoshi.
The Devil.
El Bastardo.
forgive my language here, Best Fuck Ever.
Groaning from the extreme wrongness of the situation and a slight hangover, I was thankful Aoshi was fast asleep as I in record time got up, dressed, and bolted for dear life.
Why I did and do the stupid, crazy shit I do I'll never know.
I swear for some reason Shinomori Aoshi is impinging on my life more and more.
Goodnight!
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I apologize, but Graphic Design is a time-consuming major and it's my future we're talking about so I have to devote whatever time necessary to my classes and projects as my GPA is currently a 2.67 and it's my fourth year at college, and I have to go another year after this so please PLEASE PLEASSSSSSSSSSE be patient and I KNOW everyone wants me to update as from the reviews I get but it's going to take me time so please understand while I appreciate it, reviews telling to 'update SOON!' etc.. put pressure on me and it ends up adding into work and school-related stress and then I have to take a siesta from writing as I did earlier in the year.
I am going to try to wrap Duet up as it's going into 13 chapters and I can NEVER write more than 20 chapters of anything ever.
To Serve is currently on hold as it's my least interest of writing. I feel bad, but the other things I've started are easier to work on as the ideas are fresher in my mind. HOPEFULLY what I figure is that I'll get everything else pretty much out of the way and then work on To Serve and anything else I come up with.
Hang in there people, I'm trying. It's not easy being a POOOOOOOR art major.
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Entry 6
I am completely and utterly cursing that damn corportate brunch as I tried to squeeze myself into my old red and black corset and KNEW I'd have imprints from them. Luckily I had decided to forgo a skirt and went with my leather pants which were more pliable. Piling half my hair up and the rest down and expertly applying my darker make-up I had been ready to go. Hurrah!!! Off to chat with the Devil!
I took the subway since it was quicker and in Gothic-Mode nobody really messed with me and soon enough I was at the bar, and made my way to a stool since Shinomori wasn't there yet. The bartender, who was one of those tattoo-ed, spikey haired surly fellows was remotely attractive in that dark, biker way.
He was much more likable pouring my glass full of Hypnotic as I waited and waited and waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiited. Really I'm only so patient and on my second and a half Midori his Royal Vileness sauntered in finally and sat down next to me without even so much as a hello but I must admit he did sorta kinda look quite good in leather pants and tight black tee-shirt. He really seemed to like black. 'You're quite late, Shinomori. It's rude to leave a lady waiting'
'I'm afraid I have no gentlemanly qualities Makimachi'
'Obviously. So you want another interview? Let's get on with it'
At this I had flipped some locks of hair in a purposely haughty gesture. I wanted him to KNOW I was pissed and also that I was in charge here.
He ordered a soda and thus we began the Interview from Hell the Sequel.
I would comment more, but really it was just a rehash of the last verbal bout but with a bith more colorful language on my part. Really something about this man drives me absolutely insane and he just irritates me to no end. I went through five Midori Sours by the end and was leaning against the bar as I was quite tipsy and feeling flushed. I suppose Shinomori noticed as he asked if I was okay.
El Bastardo...emoting concern?! Truly I wasn't that drunk.
He muttered something about 'typical female bahavior' and sighed at me. IT WAS HIS DAMN FAULT THAT HE WAS DRIVING ME TO DRINK! DUMB DUMB MALE!!! GRrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Anyway.
I was going to leave but as I stood up it suddenly wasn't a good idea. I felt myself about to fall when strong arms held me upright as Shinomori did a nice thing and helped. Did Hell freeze?
He walked me out of the bar and took it upon himself to see me home. That's right asshole, your fault. Guilt. All you.
And....that's when things got weird. First since I suppose I was too out of it to give him my address we went to his apartment which was annoying bigger than mine. Then he sat me on the couch and essentially poured water down my throat until I thought I was going to explode in an attempt to sober me up. After two hours of getting water-logged I was feeling somewhat better and was for the most part glaring at him. He attempted to lecture me about drinking but I told him to shut the hell up. I wasn't in the mood AT ALLLLLLLLL. After some uncomfortable silence I got up and decided to pace. I do that sometimes.
I noticed his bookshelf and saw a lot of JD Salinger, Hemmingway, Faulkner...and....and.
Anne Bishop?! I had the EXACT same book trilogy as he did!? I asked him about it in which he replied they were a gift. Sure buddy. It occured to me then he somehow reminded me slightly of the character Daemon Sadi slightly. He had walked towards me I guess to lead me away from his belongings but I lost my footing slightly and tripped, sending us crashing onto the floor with me sprawled atop of him.
Embarassed I apologized and looked down to see he was slightly amused.
And that irked me.
I think I muttered something about him being a jerk and went to get up when his hands on my elbows stilled me and my eyes widened as his face loomed closer to mine until he kissed me. HE kissed me. And soon for some unknown reason I responded. Call me crazy but...it was probably the most arousing kiss I've ever experienced.
So sue me for responding!
After a couple moans on my part and groans on his we broke apart.
And leave it to him to be an asshole.
'Interesting how despite the fact that you generally do not like me you respond so...wantonly. I believe I just proved a point about women'
Growling I slapped him on the forehead and sat up as he also sat up.
'Way to kill a moment.' I had muttered. And then it got just completely....fucked up.
After my comment he repsonded with:
'You're not that upset'
As if he knew my thoughts?!! Why that arrogant son of a bitch!
As I opened my mouth to begin a protest I found myself unable to as his mouth once more covered mine. At first I attempted to make a cry of protest but...it felt so...good.
And for some stupid reason I found myself responding but then he was the one that kept it going and started groping me and eventually.
We made it to his bedroom.
It was all one crazy blur but I can definitely say but will never admit it to him: It was absolutely the BESTTTTTT sex I'd ever had. Phenominal and mind-blowing!
Who knew the brooding bastard had it in him. It must've been something around 1 am when we fell onto the bed and somewhere around 8 am when we stopped. And I had been exhausted.
But as also, the cold bitchslap of reality appeared.
As I laid next to him while he slept on his stomach with his arm across my waist I stared at the cieling in utter shock at what had occured. I slept with Shinomori Aoshi.
The Devil.
El Bastardo.
forgive my language here, Best Fuck Ever.
Groaning from the extreme wrongness of the situation and a slight hangover, I was thankful Aoshi was fast asleep as I in record time got up, dressed, and bolted for dear life.
Why I did and do the stupid, crazy shit I do I'll never know.
I swear for some reason Shinomori Aoshi is impinging on my life more and more.
Goodnight!
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