6 years. 6 years!
Oh no! Again, I have repeatedly declared dead, the anniversary of this blog missed! But only just. Almost exactly six years and one week, at the tender age of 17 years fresh, I wrote my very first LJ entry . This was followed by many more. Beautiful.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Program To Play Fiesta Without Lag
DRaaBLE
Title: (Very) Short Moments of Inspiration - Cross the Line
Author: bee sting
Fandom: Gakuen Alice
Rating: T
A / N: For my BETA-Read Erin
Cross the Line
by: bee sting
- For my love Coco.
take it as my thank you for your
"Critical Eye"
and the time that you take for me and my
FFs. -
But now you've crossed the line.
You've gone too far ...
"Cross the Line" - X-Ray Dog
The limit was exceeded.
All walls were brought down, every grain of logic thrown out the window and the world came to a halt.
And in one fell swoop, I've changed everything.
Neither she nor I. No, we ... We will not be able to be together, as we had been so far.
Yet Natsume pulled her small body closer to himself.
He left her again a little breath taking, which sounded more like a sharp collection of fast-drowned and kissed her again.
More.
heat, which clearly had nothing to do with his Alice was burning, where Natsume included hand her neck.
More ...
Iridescent colors reflect behind his eyelids, his blood boiled and roared through his ears and the smell of vanilla clouded his senses, so he had long forgotten that he actually gently wanted to be with her.
But when he finally took the last hurdle and bent down beside her and touched her lips with his own, had set out his understanding and he showed this moment full of happiness.
wanted a. .. absolutely ... for so long ...
Slowly and reluctantly moved their lips.
This and the fact that she sighed briefly caused thereby, previously unimaginable things in his stomach and he could swear that his heart was already playing on the university campus.
And in one fell swoop, I've changed everything.
moved reluctantly Natsume is back up. way about her.
The regret came at once, but she had earned a rest. If even a short one.
slowly opened her eyes, blinked ... she swayed a little. Natsume went immediately to himself again.
She blinked again, and the blush on her cheeks seemed to darken already again, instead of diminishing.
you breathing fast and her eyes seemed for some moments as grown set to stay at Natsume collarbone.
Then, finally, her chin moved up and her eyes blurred and darker than usual, looked directly into his.
He turned his gaze does not.
And in one fell swoop, I've changed everything. Forever.
The limit was exceeded.
And again he bent down to her.
Only this time, Mikan was moving toward him.
Title: (Very) Short Moments of Inspiration - Cross the Line
Author: bee sting
Fandom: Gakuen Alice
Rating: T
A / N: For my BETA-Read Erin
Cross the Line
by: bee sting
- For my love Coco.
take it as my thank you for your
"Critical Eye"
and the time that you take for me and my
FFs. -
But now you've crossed the line.
You've gone too far ...
"Cross the Line" - X-Ray Dog
The limit was exceeded.
All walls were brought down, every grain of logic thrown out the window and the world came to a halt.
And in one fell swoop, I've changed everything.
Neither she nor I. No, we ... We will not be able to be together, as we had been so far.
Yet Natsume pulled her small body closer to himself.
He left her again a little breath taking, which sounded more like a sharp collection of fast-drowned and kissed her again.
More.
heat, which clearly had nothing to do with his Alice was burning, where Natsume included hand her neck.
More ...
Iridescent colors reflect behind his eyelids, his blood boiled and roared through his ears and the smell of vanilla clouded his senses, so he had long forgotten that he actually gently wanted to be with her.
But when he finally took the last hurdle and bent down beside her and touched her lips with his own, had set out his understanding and he showed this moment full of happiness.
wanted a. .. absolutely ... for so long ...
Slowly and reluctantly moved their lips.
This and the fact that she sighed briefly caused thereby, previously unimaginable things in his stomach and he could swear that his heart was already playing on the university campus.
And in one fell swoop, I've changed everything.
moved reluctantly Natsume is back up. way about her.
The regret came at once, but she had earned a rest. If even a short one.
slowly opened her eyes, blinked ... she swayed a little. Natsume went immediately to himself again.
She blinked again, and the blush on her cheeks seemed to darken already again, instead of diminishing.
you breathing fast and her eyes seemed for some moments as grown set to stay at Natsume collarbone.
Then, finally, her chin moved up and her eyes blurred and darker than usual, looked directly into his.
He turned his gaze does not.
And in one fell swoop, I've changed everything. Forever.
The limit was exceeded.
And again he bent down to her.
Only this time, Mikan was moving toward him.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Where Can I Buy A Exercise Journal
Vorankündigung
I hereby announce my first Special!
The 1 or 2 weeks Natsume-Special (Maybe 3).
Something of a fan fiction with approximately 10 to 15 chapters, which I will update in regelmäigem distance.
is probably out of the prologue in late September or early October. 3/4s is currently written, the idea for the rest is there, but needs to be written yet ...
EDIT: My Beata Read Erin now the official day of the prologue has been bekannnt: 27th November!
I hereby announce my first Special!
The 1 or 2 weeks Natsume-Special (Maybe 3).
Something of a fan fiction with approximately 10 to 15 chapters, which I will update in regelmäigem distance.
is probably out of the prologue in late September or early October. 3/4s is currently written, the idea for the rest is there, but needs to be written yet ...
EDIT: My Beata Read Erin now the official day of the prologue has been bekannnt: 27th November!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Emergency Contraceptive Twice In A Month
OneShot "On my way home"
Title: On my way home
Author: bee sting
Fandom: Gakuen Alice
Rating: T
A / N: My personal birthday gift for ... me!
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On my way home
-. "Regret for wasted time is more wasted time"
- Mason Cooley
-
by Bee Sting
-
The city was gray. Just like any other damned.
He had something of tired. The noise was unbearable.
cars drove all over the wide, muddy streets. Black or gray, except for the yellow taxis, which, God knows how, always managed to scramble out and the drive to the next guest to the next gray place in this city.
The stench was here, and it looked only a side issue, but clearly provide him another reason, as soon as possible to its business. A mixture of gasoline, exhaust fumes, fast food and perfume.
The people there seemed to be just like all those other cities where he had been in the last few months, terrible hurry to have. But that did not matter after all it was not to dawdle on mute.
with both hands in the long black coat and a view through a black sunglasses that here, where the sun through the huge smocked bell was just a myth anyway, was totally unnecessary, he looked at one of the huge skyscrapers that such as sardines, row on row, side by side were built.
"Imai Corporation, one of the largest building seemed to be here around perimeter. The top of the "tower" was hidden in smoke and many people went through the huge, electric door and off.
with crackling noises he fished the little slip of paper from his jacket, which had been slipped in a few days of Yuu.
"You want to talk with you," were his words and with a confidence that could have come about only through years of friendship with Miss Imai Hotaru, he put it, without another word into his jacket and left the train compartment.
How he had managed to find him was a mystery to him.
2 years he was able to escape Imai's claws, but the hiding game on the train seemed to have come to an end to nowhere.
He was no coward. But he was also not what one could call it interesting, so he showed up after 6 days. She was determined angry, but what made this few days because after 2 years still?
The address coincided with the crumpled piece of paper match in his hand.
eyes and go.
He pushed his way through the crowd and watched with indifference, as did the well-dressed men and women together on the way out of the company to take a lunch break and a bite to eat before their slave drivers, they did work hard on.
The young woman at the desk looked at only melancholy, swallowed briefly as she took note of his face and pointed to the elevator with the words:
'24 Floor. Not verfehlbar. Life Bye. She has a bad temper. "
course she had a bad mood. What was to be expected that be? A cheerful Imai was as if all hell would freeze and ...
A light "bling" sound told him that he had reached floor number 24 and he left the elevator.
He knocked not at the large oak door that was located right in beautiful, neatly carved splendor at the end of the corridor.
The room was great. The window extended over the entire other half of the oval room. Painted white. Simple, yet elegant.
Before him stood a huge mahogany table, which had, despite its vast size hardly room for all the many documents and papers. He could just see a small lamp, some pens and a few framed photos.
"Natsume."
His name sounded funny. Like when he had himself said. This weird feeling you get when you imagine and calls his name itself.
How long was it had probably passed since he was called by their first names. Ah, yes ... 2 years. Those 2 years without ...
"You're late."
Hotaru Imai, head of "Imai Corporation, the current No. 1 on the industrial market, 21 years young, yet respected, beautiful, yet ambitious, sought after, yet unmarried, was sitting in a large leather chair behind the mahogany table.
She looked at him with an emotionless look and got up and stared at him. You took a deep breath, smoothed her skirt and went to meet him.
Natsume remained motionless.
She stopped in front of him,
"First things first."
and gave him a slap.
"This is the time ..." smiled
Natsume.
It was quite hurt, Hotaru Imai does things by halves, but he deserved it, after all what he had done to her.
Hotaru took her hand and Natsume watched as a little challenging look in her eyes appeared.
"Did you say something to me?" She asked him and turned around, walked over to her chair, sat down and drew his attention to another chair.
"ouch?" Natsume asked, grinning sardonically.
Hotaru sighed.
Natsume sat slowly moving legs and dragged one of the many chairs on the right side of the room before Imai's desk.
"It was long ago." He finally said.
"You called for me."
Hotaru scowled. She was extremely dissatisfied. If anyone else after him have an appointment, then he did this huge Someone suffering.
"This miserable little worm has asked for her hand." She said softly and with so much disgust that she screwed up her face. Without hesitation, she came straight to the point.
Natsume was surprised, swallowed and removed his sunglasses.
He had to "him" is ... Yuu spoke.
"I ...", he began.
"I had to do a lot lately." she said, ignoring him.
saw Natsume, as she lowered her head. In the shadow of her chair playing shadow and light together and they left a lot to look old, but then still like a child who was too young and tried to play along with the Great by sat on the executive chair.
"Luca has called a week ago. Mikan ... The silly girl was totally by the wind. She has been crying for him. I visited 2 days ago. "
Natsume was still.
Then he smiled.
"Is that your way of torturing me, Imai? Revenge? "
Hotaru leaned back and looked Natsume disparagingly to. Her fingers were playing with a pen and Natsume could see how tense her hand.
She seemed to think this comment thoroughly.
She sighed. Again.
"It would be worse, I wanted revenge."
Natsume looked up at her surprised.
"Natsume, I say this only too happy, but ... they do not want him. "
Natsume mouth fell. He leaned forward and said:
"You ... will not? I ... I have not seen since ... "
" Yes, yes ... I know. "Hotaru said dismissively, waving casually to the pen back and forth.
"Since that day from 2 years ago, when those doors opened and our freedom has been played. None of us has forgotten that day. How could we? "She said, but swallowed the last sentence, as it would call itself again to mind.
Natsume leaned back and stared at the ceiling, closed her eyes and asked,
? "Why do you need me, when I quite clearly not my fault that it bursts Wedding"
"It was never from a wedding the talk, "she said angrily "Mikan has rejected him clearly. It will not, I repeat, especially for you to marry again, do not! "
In her anger, she threw the pen over to Natsume and large on the door. She sighed again, threw himself into the chair and folded her hands placed on the abdomen.
Natsume chuckled.
"Let the Seufzerei be no habit Imai."
Hotaru looked at one of the framed pictures.
"In one thing you're guilty, Natsume."
Natsume opened her eyes and stared still against the white ceiling.
"Only in one?"
"Mikan wanted to marry him not because of you."
His hand twitched and Natsume felt was warm. Warm as the last memory of them, back when ...
"She said she can not. It feels wrong to. "
Natsume looked at Hotaru. Her eyes remained stiffly attached to the image, and her hand clenched around her frame.
"What do you tell me that?"
Hotaru took a few documents and slammed it Natsume's face.
She grabbed him by the collar and pulled.
Natsume had not even registered when they had climbed onto the mahogany table and grab her thin white fingers after he left. to beat
"Make up where the fuck, ice-cold heart has stopped 2 years ago! Stop to think! Grow up finally! Go to her and ... and ... oh! Move it finally jump over your shadow stupid! If you do not have the matter settled soon, then I'll personally take up and no longer on the friendly nature, as now, "
-.
The whistling kettle.
"I did not think that you come visit me!"
Luca a good mood disappeared behind the counter and you could hear him clear through the cabinets.
"I have a few questions ...", Natsume said, looking out from the terrace.
Luca lived outside the city. Near a village. Very close by her.
Where before it was full green only pretending.
It was a peaceful place, untouched, beautiful, and somehow had dreamed, as Natsume once with him.
"Take your jacket off, it's warm in here. Oh ... what am I talking because ... as if you were ever cold ...", Luca laughed and rattled on, obviously reveling in memories of days gone by.
Natsume turned away his eyes from the absolutely breathtaking views and looked at his best friend, who had come out with two cups behind his counter and those just completed.
He had missed it. He had missed Luca. God was to have spoken long ago to someone in this way. It was a long time to talk with Luca.
Natsume put his jacket over a kitchen chair and sat down on the sofa.
"Luca, I started ...", he said.
"It was a Saturday, last week. Against ... "Luca's eyes turned toward the ceiling and paused briefly. "... Clock half past ten in the evening. It was raining. I came home late. I was still in practice. There's this cat ... she heard a little girl with short black hair and I've ... oh whatever. "Luca told blushed slightly and took a sip of tea.
He put the cup on his glass table that stood out between him and Natsume, and leaned deep into his chair.
"She sat forward on the steps of my house. Make-up smeared completely. Hair disheveled. Her dress was pretty dirty and wet to the knees, as if she were running. "
Natsume nodded slowly.
Just as it looked she was still the same hasty Bowl, which was probably good, right?
"She spoke very fast and unclear. She did not cry, but shook as if she wanted. "He smiled sadly, lowered his eyes and deep in thought.
The memory of that evening was very clearly laid burned in his brain.
Luca felt guilty. He had been able to do anything great for them and left a bitter taste in his mouth. A taste of the times not wipe out the very sweet tea in his hand or the joy of the reunion with Natsume, or cover could.
Finally, it was Mikan who support it.
Mikan, which built it again after Imai had rejected a second time a simple invitation to a coffee or a cup of tea.
Mikan, which forged a new plan to fight 'conquest Imai.
Mikan who had done so much for him and Natsume ...
"The creature," he said, appraising, "has given her that night to marry him. This ...", he paused briefly and the angry facial expression disappeared as quickly as it had come.
"She was totally by the wind. She said that the words "No, never "by itself came out of her mouth. He has now made final. "
Natsume nodded again.
Luca looked at him. Natsume did not really like Natsume.
Luca noticed that Natsume had become thinner. Hair a little longer. His eyes were somewhat dull and all in all it was quite pale.
his tea, he did not touch.
"Natsume ...", Luca began slowly. Natsume did not move.
"I think it is time that you go home."
Luca smiled at his friend.
Natsume knew that
"The You do not need me to ... "
" "It is high time that the poor wandering child, my brother, then goes back where it's at home-In the arms of our mother." These are the words I shall want to align Youichi. Well, in his letters is still more in it about what you have to do until his return home, but I think I currently still too far-fetched ... "Lucas chuckled.
"He is doing quite well. He says, anyway. Even he is worried about you, where he ought to learn is essential if he wants to come for a week to us. "
Natsume looked back from the wide windows into the Green and Lucas could have sworn a slight laugh, "Youichi ... huh ... Silk when is he breathed so poetic? "By Natsume to hear, but this is not mentioned.
"In a weird way is Youichi you be anticipated in the adult. Those of us who had the tender age of 10 already, all of us, the rich experience constant features, as if you had seen it all ... just as he manages not only to live, finally. "while standing on Luca took the cups from the table and placed it in the sink.
Natsume did not make a sound, however, and seemed to be as grown Lucas sofa. Holding him fondly the green landscape that stretched before him.
Luca came back. This time, however, he sat down next to Natsume on the sofa.
"I would most like to beat up ...", sighed Luca full seriousness.
Natsume looked surprised him briefly, but took himself again and then said soberly: "Stand behind." Chuckled
Luca.
shrugged his shoulders and he could not suppress the laughter any longer.
corners of his mouth shot high into the air, his eyes glistened and his golden mane was moving with the beat of his body.
Natsume smiled. And for a moment, turned back the shine in his eyes and he looked younger.
It was long ago that he saw him laugh Sun
Another idea that could lead him to Mikan.
Luca stopped abruptly and looked at Natsume with playful malice from his corner of the eye. He sighed.
"While I am aware of my feelings for a long time and the girl that I like doing this since years, the court, it upsets me that she does not want. Invitation to invitation has, from this block of ice to his wife and makes me mad to their mere entertainment. "He shouted, looking Natsume angry at. "And broke."
Then he pointed a finger at Natsume, and pressed him this in the chest.
"During the idiot, the girl of his dreams, the jump at the first reunion in his arms and never let him let go, would sit here on my couch and do not really know what to do with himself. Stop it finally to the vibrant thing in your chest that tells you that you stop being a fucking idiot shall be and at last to go where you actually want to be.
are for them the greatest gift you can get that one, Natsume. And not only them, also we wait so long. "
Luca took his hand back and stared at him expectantly.
"God ...", Natsume muttered and lifted his eyes to Luca at last," that was cheesy. Imai is crazy, you cheesy and Youichi a philosopher ... In addition, you tend to exaggerate. "
Luca grinned mean and Natsume could not but be surprised in his glassy eyes staring ... Imai manner?
"Most likely, you would be true for the half of what was then a student at the Academy have been. The perfect gift, "he laughed.
Natsume expression darkened.
"An original Natsume Hyuuga wrapped in pink ribbon and only in gift-band was probably the dream of many female and male students at that time ..."
-
As he had actually found here, he did not know.
But suddenly he found himself surrounded by a variety of colors and smells. Everywhere hue to bright, cheerful colors and the smell of various flowers, was just right, not too much to contribute to asphyxiation, but not too lax, not to attract attention.
It was almost scary how much this small country house on the edge of the forest, near village of 3194 souls, the dream house of his 10-year self-similar.
would attract as they want him to fulfill his desires: The house, the flower, the landscape, his friends and as the crowning cherry on top of the cake.
A peaceful idyll on the run Something, a warm home, a decade in captivity.
But all lost its meaning, by the fact that she was kneeling in the garden.
A mixture of terrified and complete surprise was evident on her face.
The eyes were wide and his mouth opened.
The book, placing on their Was shot and whose title he could not read, you read? Is this the right address? - Was in her lap on the red and white checkered blanket fell, they had spread among them.
One of her knees was standing upright, as if to signal when the screeching noise of the garden door spring open automatically and greet the visitors happy.
But the sight of this visitor, it seemed frozen in the middle of their routine action to be, and looked only to Natsume, who looked in his long black coat like a stranger in this landscape.
Natsume clenched hand at the garden door and gave a deafening squeal as a protest to the answer. This seemed to reawaken
Mikan from their rigid and slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth and Natsume could see how slowly her eyes filled with tears.
came from pure instinct Natsume one step closer.
"I should lubricate the gate." He spoke slowly and missed her a light slap, so it was corrosive to the castle and the garden, he, her kingdom, entered.
"Make up where the fuck, ice-cold heart has stopped 2 years ago to beat."
"" It is high time that the poor around erring child, my brother, then goes back where it's at home-In the arms of our mother. "
Mikan stood up slowly. She was barefoot and it fluttered slightly wrinkled, white skirt around her knees.
"Yes." She said softly. encouraged
from their positive response, he took another step in their direction.
"We do not want that everything is perfect when Youichi on 27 comes to visit. "
" Stop thinking! "
" Home at last time to the pulsing thing in your chest that tells you that you stop being a fucking shalt Idiot to be and to finally go where you actually want to be. "
" Yes. "She sobbed, and fell back on his knees. Yet she never broke eye contact. Both did not, you had taken another prisoner.
Natsume nodded.
And another step.
"Move out of here, jump over your shadow stupid!"
"To them you're the greatest gift you can find one, Natsume."
Mikan began to sob violently. And began to try to wipe her tears with her palm, leaving only wet shiny cheeks remained red and her eyes slightly discolored.
And another step.
"Natsume."
Mikan lifted her arms and stretched her hands out to him when she was a 2 year old who insisted that they would take someone high up in arms.
"Yes .."
Natsume took another step and took her hands in his. They were still as warm as he had it in mind.
Slowly he went to his knees and Mikan was about to embrace, but she anticipated him.
hastily, afraid that Natsume change your mind might be different would she wrapped her arms and Natsume shoulder and buried her face in his neck. More sobbed and clutched her fingers back in Natsume.
drove Natsume contrast her with a comforting hand on his back while pushing with the other Mikan head closer to her own.
He sighed in relief, closed his eyes and buried his own face in her neck.
"I'm there now ... home ... "
" Yes ... Welcome home ... "
-
end
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" A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. "
- George Moore
-
Title: On my way home
Author: bee sting
Fandom: Gakuen Alice
Rating: T
A / N: My personal birthday gift for ... me!
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On my way home
-. "Regret for wasted time is more wasted time"
- Mason Cooley
-
by Bee Sting
-
The city was gray. Just like any other damned.
He had something of tired. The noise was unbearable.
cars drove all over the wide, muddy streets. Black or gray, except for the yellow taxis, which, God knows how, always managed to scramble out and the drive to the next guest to the next gray place in this city.
The stench was here, and it looked only a side issue, but clearly provide him another reason, as soon as possible to its business. A mixture of gasoline, exhaust fumes, fast food and perfume.
The people there seemed to be just like all those other cities where he had been in the last few months, terrible hurry to have. But that did not matter after all it was not to dawdle on mute.
with both hands in the long black coat and a view through a black sunglasses that here, where the sun through the huge smocked bell was just a myth anyway, was totally unnecessary, he looked at one of the huge skyscrapers that such as sardines, row on row, side by side were built.
"Imai Corporation, one of the largest building seemed to be here around perimeter. The top of the "tower" was hidden in smoke and many people went through the huge, electric door and off.
with crackling noises he fished the little slip of paper from his jacket, which had been slipped in a few days of Yuu.
"You want to talk with you," were his words and with a confidence that could have come about only through years of friendship with Miss Imai Hotaru, he put it, without another word into his jacket and left the train compartment.
How he had managed to find him was a mystery to him.
2 years he was able to escape Imai's claws, but the hiding game on the train seemed to have come to an end to nowhere.
He was no coward. But he was also not what one could call it interesting, so he showed up after 6 days. She was determined angry, but what made this few days because after 2 years still?
The address coincided with the crumpled piece of paper match in his hand.
eyes and go.
He pushed his way through the crowd and watched with indifference, as did the well-dressed men and women together on the way out of the company to take a lunch break and a bite to eat before their slave drivers, they did work hard on.
The young woman at the desk looked at only melancholy, swallowed briefly as she took note of his face and pointed to the elevator with the words:
'24 Floor. Not verfehlbar. Life Bye. She has a bad temper. "
course she had a bad mood. What was to be expected that be? A cheerful Imai was as if all hell would freeze and ...
A light "bling" sound told him that he had reached floor number 24 and he left the elevator.
He knocked not at the large oak door that was located right in beautiful, neatly carved splendor at the end of the corridor.
The room was great. The window extended over the entire other half of the oval room. Painted white. Simple, yet elegant.
Before him stood a huge mahogany table, which had, despite its vast size hardly room for all the many documents and papers. He could just see a small lamp, some pens and a few framed photos.
"Natsume."
His name sounded funny. Like when he had himself said. This weird feeling you get when you imagine and calls his name itself.
How long was it had probably passed since he was called by their first names. Ah, yes ... 2 years. Those 2 years without ...
"You're late."
Hotaru Imai, head of "Imai Corporation, the current No. 1 on the industrial market, 21 years young, yet respected, beautiful, yet ambitious, sought after, yet unmarried, was sitting in a large leather chair behind the mahogany table.
She looked at him with an emotionless look and got up and stared at him. You took a deep breath, smoothed her skirt and went to meet him.
Natsume remained motionless.
She stopped in front of him,
"First things first."
and gave him a slap.
"This is the time ..." smiled
Natsume.
It was quite hurt, Hotaru Imai does things by halves, but he deserved it, after all what he had done to her.
Hotaru took her hand and Natsume watched as a little challenging look in her eyes appeared.
"Did you say something to me?" She asked him and turned around, walked over to her chair, sat down and drew his attention to another chair.
"ouch?" Natsume asked, grinning sardonically.
Hotaru sighed.
Natsume sat slowly moving legs and dragged one of the many chairs on the right side of the room before Imai's desk.
"It was long ago." He finally said.
"You called for me."
Hotaru scowled. She was extremely dissatisfied. If anyone else after him have an appointment, then he did this huge Someone suffering.
"This miserable little worm has asked for her hand." She said softly and with so much disgust that she screwed up her face. Without hesitation, she came straight to the point.
Natsume was surprised, swallowed and removed his sunglasses.
He had to "him" is ... Yuu spoke.
"I ...", he began.
"I had to do a lot lately." she said, ignoring him.
saw Natsume, as she lowered her head. In the shadow of her chair playing shadow and light together and they left a lot to look old, but then still like a child who was too young and tried to play along with the Great by sat on the executive chair.
"Luca has called a week ago. Mikan ... The silly girl was totally by the wind. She has been crying for him. I visited 2 days ago. "
Natsume was still.
Then he smiled.
"Is that your way of torturing me, Imai? Revenge? "
Hotaru leaned back and looked Natsume disparagingly to. Her fingers were playing with a pen and Natsume could see how tense her hand.
She seemed to think this comment thoroughly.
She sighed. Again.
"It would be worse, I wanted revenge."
Natsume looked up at her surprised.
"Natsume, I say this only too happy, but ... they do not want him. "
Natsume mouth fell. He leaned forward and said:
"You ... will not? I ... I have not seen since ... "
" Yes, yes ... I know. "Hotaru said dismissively, waving casually to the pen back and forth.
"Since that day from 2 years ago, when those doors opened and our freedom has been played. None of us has forgotten that day. How could we? "She said, but swallowed the last sentence, as it would call itself again to mind.
Natsume leaned back and stared at the ceiling, closed her eyes and asked,
? "Why do you need me, when I quite clearly not my fault that it bursts Wedding"
"It was never from a wedding the talk, "she said angrily "Mikan has rejected him clearly. It will not, I repeat, especially for you to marry again, do not! "
In her anger, she threw the pen over to Natsume and large on the door. She sighed again, threw himself into the chair and folded her hands placed on the abdomen.
Natsume chuckled.
"Let the Seufzerei be no habit Imai."
Hotaru looked at one of the framed pictures.
"In one thing you're guilty, Natsume."
Natsume opened her eyes and stared still against the white ceiling.
"Only in one?"
"Mikan wanted to marry him not because of you."
His hand twitched and Natsume felt was warm. Warm as the last memory of them, back when ...
"She said she can not. It feels wrong to. "
Natsume looked at Hotaru. Her eyes remained stiffly attached to the image, and her hand clenched around her frame.
"What do you tell me that?"
Hotaru took a few documents and slammed it Natsume's face.
She grabbed him by the collar and pulled.
Natsume had not even registered when they had climbed onto the mahogany table and grab her thin white fingers after he left. to beat
"Make up where the fuck, ice-cold heart has stopped 2 years ago! Stop to think! Grow up finally! Go to her and ... and ... oh! Move it finally jump over your shadow stupid! If you do not have the matter settled soon, then I'll personally take up and no longer on the friendly nature, as now, "
-.
The whistling kettle.
"I did not think that you come visit me!"
Luca a good mood disappeared behind the counter and you could hear him clear through the cabinets.
"I have a few questions ...", Natsume said, looking out from the terrace.
Luca lived outside the city. Near a village. Very close by her.
Where before it was full green only pretending.
It was a peaceful place, untouched, beautiful, and somehow had dreamed, as Natsume once with him.
"Take your jacket off, it's warm in here. Oh ... what am I talking because ... as if you were ever cold ...", Luca laughed and rattled on, obviously reveling in memories of days gone by.
Natsume turned away his eyes from the absolutely breathtaking views and looked at his best friend, who had come out with two cups behind his counter and those just completed.
He had missed it. He had missed Luca. God was to have spoken long ago to someone in this way. It was a long time to talk with Luca.
Natsume put his jacket over a kitchen chair and sat down on the sofa.
"Luca, I started ...", he said.
"It was a Saturday, last week. Against ... "Luca's eyes turned toward the ceiling and paused briefly. "... Clock half past ten in the evening. It was raining. I came home late. I was still in practice. There's this cat ... she heard a little girl with short black hair and I've ... oh whatever. "Luca told blushed slightly and took a sip of tea.
He put the cup on his glass table that stood out between him and Natsume, and leaned deep into his chair.
"She sat forward on the steps of my house. Make-up smeared completely. Hair disheveled. Her dress was pretty dirty and wet to the knees, as if she were running. "
Natsume nodded slowly.
Just as it looked she was still the same hasty Bowl, which was probably good, right?
"She spoke very fast and unclear. She did not cry, but shook as if she wanted. "He smiled sadly, lowered his eyes and deep in thought.
The memory of that evening was very clearly laid burned in his brain.
Luca felt guilty. He had been able to do anything great for them and left a bitter taste in his mouth. A taste of the times not wipe out the very sweet tea in his hand or the joy of the reunion with Natsume, or cover could.
Finally, it was Mikan who support it.
Mikan, which built it again after Imai had rejected a second time a simple invitation to a coffee or a cup of tea.
Mikan, which forged a new plan to fight 'conquest Imai.
Mikan who had done so much for him and Natsume ...
"The creature," he said, appraising, "has given her that night to marry him. This ...", he paused briefly and the angry facial expression disappeared as quickly as it had come.
"She was totally by the wind. She said that the words "No, never "by itself came out of her mouth. He has now made final. "
Natsume nodded again.
Luca looked at him. Natsume did not really like Natsume.
Luca noticed that Natsume had become thinner. Hair a little longer. His eyes were somewhat dull and all in all it was quite pale.
his tea, he did not touch.
"Natsume ...", Luca began slowly. Natsume did not move.
"I think it is time that you go home."
Luca smiled at his friend.
Natsume knew that
"The You do not need me to ... "
" "It is high time that the poor wandering child, my brother, then goes back where it's at home-In the arms of our mother." These are the words I shall want to align Youichi. Well, in his letters is still more in it about what you have to do until his return home, but I think I currently still too far-fetched ... "Lucas chuckled.
"He is doing quite well. He says, anyway. Even he is worried about you, where he ought to learn is essential if he wants to come for a week to us. "
Natsume looked back from the wide windows into the Green and Lucas could have sworn a slight laugh, "Youichi ... huh ... Silk when is he breathed so poetic? "By Natsume to hear, but this is not mentioned.
"In a weird way is Youichi you be anticipated in the adult. Those of us who had the tender age of 10 already, all of us, the rich experience constant features, as if you had seen it all ... just as he manages not only to live, finally. "while standing on Luca took the cups from the table and placed it in the sink.
Natsume did not make a sound, however, and seemed to be as grown Lucas sofa. Holding him fondly the green landscape that stretched before him.
Luca came back. This time, however, he sat down next to Natsume on the sofa.
"I would most like to beat up ...", sighed Luca full seriousness.
Natsume looked surprised him briefly, but took himself again and then said soberly: "Stand behind." Chuckled
Luca.
shrugged his shoulders and he could not suppress the laughter any longer.
corners of his mouth shot high into the air, his eyes glistened and his golden mane was moving with the beat of his body.
Natsume smiled. And for a moment, turned back the shine in his eyes and he looked younger.
It was long ago that he saw him laugh Sun
Another idea that could lead him to Mikan.
Luca stopped abruptly and looked at Natsume with playful malice from his corner of the eye. He sighed.
"While I am aware of my feelings for a long time and the girl that I like doing this since years, the court, it upsets me that she does not want. Invitation to invitation has, from this block of ice to his wife and makes me mad to their mere entertainment. "He shouted, looking Natsume angry at. "And broke."
Then he pointed a finger at Natsume, and pressed him this in the chest.
"During the idiot, the girl of his dreams, the jump at the first reunion in his arms and never let him let go, would sit here on my couch and do not really know what to do with himself. Stop it finally to the vibrant thing in your chest that tells you that you stop being a fucking idiot shall be and at last to go where you actually want to be.
are for them the greatest gift you can get that one, Natsume. And not only them, also we wait so long. "
Luca took his hand back and stared at him expectantly.
"God ...", Natsume muttered and lifted his eyes to Luca at last," that was cheesy. Imai is crazy, you cheesy and Youichi a philosopher ... In addition, you tend to exaggerate. "
Luca grinned mean and Natsume could not but be surprised in his glassy eyes staring ... Imai manner?
"Most likely, you would be true for the half of what was then a student at the Academy have been. The perfect gift, "he laughed.
Natsume expression darkened.
"An original Natsume Hyuuga wrapped in pink ribbon and only in gift-band was probably the dream of many female and male students at that time ..."
-
As he had actually found here, he did not know.
But suddenly he found himself surrounded by a variety of colors and smells. Everywhere hue to bright, cheerful colors and the smell of various flowers, was just right, not too much to contribute to asphyxiation, but not too lax, not to attract attention.
It was almost scary how much this small country house on the edge of the forest, near village of 3194 souls, the dream house of his 10-year self-similar.
would attract as they want him to fulfill his desires: The house, the flower, the landscape, his friends and as the crowning cherry on top of the cake.
A peaceful idyll on the run Something, a warm home, a decade in captivity.
But all lost its meaning, by the fact that she was kneeling in the garden.
A mixture of terrified and complete surprise was evident on her face.
The eyes were wide and his mouth opened.
The book, placing on their Was shot and whose title he could not read, you read? Is this the right address? - Was in her lap on the red and white checkered blanket fell, they had spread among them.
One of her knees was standing upright, as if to signal when the screeching noise of the garden door spring open automatically and greet the visitors happy.
But the sight of this visitor, it seemed frozen in the middle of their routine action to be, and looked only to Natsume, who looked in his long black coat like a stranger in this landscape.
Natsume clenched hand at the garden door and gave a deafening squeal as a protest to the answer. This seemed to reawaken
Mikan from their rigid and slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth and Natsume could see how slowly her eyes filled with tears.
came from pure instinct Natsume one step closer.
"I should lubricate the gate." He spoke slowly and missed her a light slap, so it was corrosive to the castle and the garden, he, her kingdom, entered.
"Make up where the fuck, ice-cold heart has stopped 2 years ago to beat."
"" It is high time that the poor around erring child, my brother, then goes back where it's at home-In the arms of our mother. "
Mikan stood up slowly. She was barefoot and it fluttered slightly wrinkled, white skirt around her knees.
"Yes." She said softly. encouraged
from their positive response, he took another step in their direction.
"We do not want that everything is perfect when Youichi on 27 comes to visit. "
" Stop thinking! "
" Home at last time to the pulsing thing in your chest that tells you that you stop being a fucking shalt Idiot to be and to finally go where you actually want to be. "
" Yes. "She sobbed, and fell back on his knees. Yet she never broke eye contact. Both did not, you had taken another prisoner.
Natsume nodded.
And another step.
"Move out of here, jump over your shadow stupid!"
"To them you're the greatest gift you can find one, Natsume."
Mikan began to sob violently. And began to try to wipe her tears with her palm, leaving only wet shiny cheeks remained red and her eyes slightly discolored.
And another step.
"Natsume."
Mikan lifted her arms and stretched her hands out to him when she was a 2 year old who insisted that they would take someone high up in arms.
"Yes .."
Natsume took another step and took her hands in his. They were still as warm as he had it in mind.
Slowly he went to his knees and Mikan was about to embrace, but she anticipated him.
hastily, afraid that Natsume change your mind might be different would she wrapped her arms and Natsume shoulder and buried her face in his neck. More sobbed and clutched her fingers back in Natsume.
drove Natsume contrast her with a comforting hand on his back while pushing with the other Mikan head closer to her own.
He sighed in relief, closed his eyes and buried his own face in her neck.
"I'm there now ... home ... "
" Yes ... Welcome home ... "
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end
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" A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. "
- George Moore
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Ap Biology Lab Cellular Respiration Questions
Being Blue @ 2009-05-27T23: 16:00
...Thanks. Really u__u
...Thanks. Really u__u
Friday, May 1, 2009
Bumps On Lip Line Hpv
UUU-...
Maybe I'm just a touch too wide. It may be that I was just too much under the influence Goa Party in the Parc des Princes stand. But in just 3sat (!) Ongoing Rihanna concert (in Manchester) but delights me very much. It is not only extremely sexy (The dancers! Rihanna yourself), but also terrifying manner very epic.
I can hear real, out-played instruments. And the song also seems to be live. And all parties seem to be associated with heart and soul into the matter.
Damn, I would also like at this concert. Achduje, how would I just partying here.
Am I even entered the mainstream?
PS: The longer I look, the more scarce is Rihanna's outfit. Beautiful!
Maybe I'm just a touch too wide. It may be that I was just too much under the influence Goa Party in the Parc des Princes stand. But in just 3sat (!) Ongoing Rihanna concert (in Manchester) but delights me very much. It is not only extremely sexy (The dancers! Rihanna yourself), but also terrifying manner very epic.
I can hear real, out-played instruments. And the song also seems to be live. And all parties seem to be associated with heart and soul into the matter.
Damn, I would also like at this concert. Achduje, how would I just partying here.
Am I even entered the mainstream?
PS: The longer I look, the more scarce is Rihanna's outfit. Beautiful!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Holiday Rambler Parts
being blue @ 2009-04-27T23: 46:00
I think, these guys are really cool. Rihanna's song sucks, but this version is LOVE!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Titanium Gold Desert Eagle
The eagle has landed, the bird in the nest, the soup is cooked, the apples are harvested.
From 20 On 8 November 2004 to April 2009 passed scarce 4 ½ years, since for one fifth of my recent Life.
Since the day I can finally, like the mom from a small nick, facilitated exclaim: "You can not imagine what I've been through But now that everything is over, it can be calibrated! you say yes. I never sit back behind the wheel! "
From 20 On 8 November 2004 to April 2009 passed scarce 4 ½ years, since for one fifth of my recent Life.
Since the day I can finally, like the mom from a small nick, facilitated exclaim: "You can not imagine what I've been through But now that everything is over, it can be calibrated! you say yes. I never sit back behind the wheel! "
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sony Rear Projection Tv Dec 2000 And Computers
question of meaning.
I might write something again. But: Who reads really a say?
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Best Gay Vacation Spots In Northeast
being blue @ 2009-03-05T23: 58:00
Just for the memories XD
Just for the memories XD
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