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| Thursday, December 10th, 2009 | | 9:35 pm |
| | Tuesday, December 8th, 2009 | | 7:50 pm |
| | Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009 | | 1:45 pm |
So, my Beloved and I are playing Silent Hill: Homecoming
And this nurse comes out of a Bathroom stall, and we got a nice shot of her breasts and Beloved was all "nice tits" then we got a shot of her ass then we both said "Nice Ass" at the same time. I love my family. dn Current Mood:  ecstatic | | Monday, November 30th, 2009 | | 10:40 pm |
| | Monday, November 23rd, 2009 | | 5:45 pm |
| | Sunday, November 22nd, 2009 | | 12:35 am |
| | Friday, November 20th, 2009 | | 11:04 pm |
I'm not in my right mind I think.
My daughter is gone for the week, My Beloved still isn't home, My son is abed, and I have things I COULD be doing, but am not. So many things. I believe I will, but first to talk about Toki-sama where no one but my Daughter will read. Symns, you may skip the next paragraph or two if you don't want to hear it. Toki-sama. Hmm. It could just be that I WANT to be disappointed, but I'm not too sure. I'm nit-picking, I think. It's as though she knows nothing of the upper-classes. Is there such a difference? I suppose in the day to day sort of pretenses that "rich" people do utilize more useless knowledge then the lower classes. Who here knows where a shrimp fork goes when the table is set, besides me? How many forks do you use in a full.. no how many courses in a full meal? I'm being picky. As I've said. It's just that, I've been so impressed with her attention to detail thus far, but suddenly I mean come on!! A woman eating a stake!? Ha ha fucking ha! Not! In front of her husband! A light salad, especially if she hated him and wanted a divorce! My God! Is she trying to show him she's not afraid to touch the meat? She could touch my meat! lol... wait, dirty joke inappropriate right now. I'm gonna go get some cheerios. My boy is up I'll finish this quickly. Role reversal? He cares about the help and she doesn't? OOokay. She should have at least quieted herself for a moment. And that brings us to this point: Help talks. Not just amongst themselves, but out in the world as well. If they were in public sight once they would stay there. Scandal is amazingly Popular. "Windsor's Wife Desires Divorce, Windsor Disinclined!" I mean, come on. Alice the maid, told her sister Lucy, who told Johnny the Plug who told his contact in the press who he owed a favor to. It's everywhere. No, not in front of the help unless she wanted the extra pressure on Graham Windsor. I don't know. Then her rumored scandals with pretty boys would come up and then people would ask about Young Master Alexander James' sex life (of which he has none so there would be scandal there too, eunuch.) and that subject would quickly die away after a few guesses as to why he has none. Besides, Why get a divorce when you can live away from your husband all the time and use his money to keep you comfortable and happy. He knows your screwing every bell hop that looks your way, and yet he doesn't really care. Why does she not have more children? In any case I'm alright with everything except where SHE is concerned. Loony bin!?!? I mean seriously? How fucking low class can you get!? Ugh. Asylum, and I'll be sure you never see a single cockroach. smirk. Now for Assassin's Creed II I love this game. I love it so much I'm gonna play it again. I'm not even done with it and I want to play it again. How cool is this game that it can do that? It's sad the boy dies in the beginning, but that just makes me want to watch the man what killed him die over and over. Though, Ezio could be kicked in the face and that would make me happy. What a fucker! I mean, the dude practically said, "Hey thanks for these papers that prove your family's innocence. Now I don't have to look for them. I'm a betray you now. Thanks!" Whatever. Still love the game, even though the main character is a bit of a half-wit. Anyway. I miss my Daughter already, but I'm talking to Jack. Beloved is home!!! dn Current Mood:  giddy | | Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 | | 5:21 pm |
Well... I feel better
The toilet is fixed and I didn't have to jump up and down raging about it to anyone. Unlike the door in the hall, but whatevez. Moose. Happier now. Chilling in my "Writer's" outfit. Robe and pajama pants. Whee. dn Current Mood:  peacefulCurrent Music: My son sleeping | | 4:33 pm |
I'm not a Fucking Plumber, but I wish I were!
Then I could be paid for the shit I do around this fucking apartment! FUCK! I'm pissed as shit, and it's all because my fucking ego was bruised. Big fucking deal!!! God! It's like My Love not doing the Muraki voice because I said ONE FUCKING TIME that he tweeked an accent into it ONCE!!! FUCK ASS CUNT BUGGAR DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION!! AAAAARGH! Fucking toilet! Now, I have to wait for this moron to come and say, "Well,... I need to go get that part." FUCK YOU! I could fucking jerry-rig it if I had a strong enough stick, you bucket of piss! Fuck! I want more sleep! I'm not used to this "mother" thing! I want to fucking sleep! I've spent at least 10 years now acting the cat, and this kitten is throwing a wrench in my laze time! Uuuuuh. I'm tired. I'm tired of cleaning. I'm tired of drawing. I'm tired of drawing shitty, but to lazy to cunting change that. I wanna draw like Miura Kentaro. He's so cool. Bloody Guts and Caska and FLUNKING WHORE BASTARD Griffith!!! I want to see him die! Oh he fails at life so badly! FAIL! EPIC FAIL! (I'm making angry noises here) PISS BUCKETS! screw off. "Oo! I'm a bitchy little kid that got his feelings hurt! Oo! Look at me whine and post angry livejournal entries! Gonna go cry to Mommy, little baby hurt feeling boy?" "No..." "Aw! Look! He's gonna cry now! Go on then! Cry to Mommy! Whaa! Whaa! Baby Puss!" "I'm Not CRYING!" (Said Like Loz in Final Fantasy 7 Advent Children {eff your stupid Roman Numerals}) dn Current Mood:  irateCurrent Music: My boy singing | | 4:18 pm |
Writer's Block: Book review
Kids barely read books anymore anyway. Why ban anything? Hell, when I was in high school I found it nice to go to a book store and stand reading the "bad" and "Lascivious" things. I don't think we should keep books from anyone. Even if they are "Lewd" or "Explicit." I learned more about my body from a porn star that I ever did in Sex Ed. Hmm, this may be heading toward a rant, but the end result is still the same. "NO! All books should be in libraries. No matter if we think they are socially unacceptable or not." dn Current Mood: aggravated | | Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 | | 9:13 pm |
Part II of "Because You Read To Me"
The Barbarian was so very angry at the Warrior now that he did not know what to do. On the one hand, he could beat him to death, but then who would clean and prepare meals and take care of the child? On the other hand he could give him the usual punishment and risk him enjoying it as his Wife said the warrior did. Instead he quivered with rage turning more and more red as every minute went by. The Warrior tried to explain, "What did you want me to do? Let her eat the coarse weeds around here? It was probably eating those that killed her in the first place! We have an abundance of corn, and beyond giving it to the chickens you hardly seem to use it! And again, she did better when she ate the corn than when she ate the weeds! Her milk would have gone sower and her meat would have tasted horrible!" The Barbarian grabbed the Warrior's mouth in his vice-like grip silencing him. "And I suppose you were a warrior farmer, huh?" His muscles bulged as he stood up and the Warrior struggled against the crushing force as he was again lifted off the floor. "Do you know everything there is to know about livestock and growing foods?" The Warrior tried to nod as he pulled at the Barbarian's wrist and fingers. The Barbarian let the Warrior go, and he fell to the floor gasping. "You're a farmer?" The Warrior rubbed at this jaw, "My people knew a great many things. We survived on more than our mercenary pay, you know." The Barbarian considered this for a moment, "I suppose that is why your homes were all filled with gold and such. I had never before seen such a rich people, and probably never will again." A deep spark of hatred fired in the Warrior, but he put it back in it's place quickly enough. The Barbarian took the spoon from the Warrior and fished some meat from the stew, immediately popping it into his mouth without regard to heat or how cooked the meat was. The Warrior waited. The spoon was tossed none to gently back at the Warrior who caught it and went back to his cooking. "I suppose you are right about the meat, then, but what have you done with the hide?" The Warrior chose his words carefully, "It is drying outside." Satisfied with the location of the hide the Barbarian stared at the Warrior, thinking again on his Wife's words. The Barbarian found the Warrior sleeping in the light of the fireplace. He was curled up with the Barbarian's son. They had not expected the Barbarian or his Wife to be home again for another few days, but they had both wanted to get home as soon as possible. His Wife picked up the sleeping child and the Barbarian threw more logs on the fire and added a large fur cover to the Warrior's small cloth covering. Then he accompanied his Wife to the Child's own nest of furs as she lay him down to rest. "It is a wonder the child does not call the Warrior 'Mother' instead of me." The Barbarian placed a large hand on his tiny son's soft head, "He would not allow that, I'm sure." The Warrior dreamily watched the fire spark and spit as he listened to the mumbles coming from behind him. He slept better when they were home anymore. "My wife has a ridiculous notion that you love me." The Barbarian had been tired of not knowing. It was true that only a wife would dare rap on the knuckles of a husband with a serving spoon, but that had not been enough to convince him. Perhaps the boy Warrior was just becoming more spirited. Testing his boundaries, as it were. The only problem was that the Warrior had remained silent after the statement had been uttered! "You do not deny!?" The Barbarian could hardly believe it! The Warrior looked down as though trying to read what he should be saying in the subtitles. "Assuming I know exactly what you mean by "ridiculous notion" I have nothing to deny." "Unbelievable," The Barbarian cried out, "An unbelievable thought or suggestion! That is what I mean! You just said that you do love me!" The Warrior shrugged and looked at the floor to his left, "Then I was right. I have nothing to deny." The Barbarian's jaw dropped. Composing himself a minute later he gave the Warrior a look that said, "I don't believe you," and pat him on the shoulder, "You're just saying what you think I want to hear or something. You couldn't possibly love.." "Why not?" Snapped the Warrior looking into the Barbarian's eyes without trace of malice, contempt, or hatred, "I've been with you for so long, does it really seem so strange?" Disbelief washed over the Barbarian's face, "But why!?" The warrior looked back at the floor to his right, "Because you read to me. I first noticed about a year or two ago. When you first started reading to me. I didn't know you were more educated than I am. The only stories I'd ever heard were from my sister making up her lies. Hers always had dragons and a young warrior who went out to slay them. You read yours from a book. I never knew you had that side to you. It's softer, somehow. It made me fall in love with you. After that, my punishments weren't ever as bad. I guess I just started enjoying you. Even when you were inside me." The Barbarian still couldn't believe it. "My wife put you up to this." The Warrior closed his eyes and shook his head. A warm feeling spread in the Barbarian's chest as he looked at the boy Warrior who loved him, "So, does that mean you would let me have you willingly?" The Warrior's eyes snapped open and he looked up into the Barbarian's serious face. His face colored and he trembled in anxiety, "I," he began but never finished. The Barbarian wondered if he should try being gentle with the Warrior like he was with his wife. He could try it once and if the Warrior didn't like it he wouldn't do it again. He closed the short distance between them and wrapped a large muscular arm around the Warrior. The Warrior turned his face away, not wanting to change their routine. "Please, don't. Not now." Could he really request that? The Barbarian ignored the request and bit down on the Warrior's exposed neck, eliciting a small cry from him as he did. The Barbarian guided their bodies to the floor, still attached to the Warrior's neck. He pulled his arm out from under the Warrior and pulled away from him to look him in the eye. The Warrior's eyes glittered their gem-like sparkle as he stared back at the Barbarian, afraid of this change. The Barbarian stole kiss after kiss from the Warrior laying beneath him as he caressed the boy Warrior's nipples and grabbed his muscular ass. "Daddy?" Came a quiet voice beside them. They both turned to see the child crouched next to them watching their every move. They blushed in unison and the Warrior shoved the Barbarian with all his might, throwing him off of him. "Y..You're hungry, aren't you, little one," The Warrior asked jumping up and leading the child into the kitchen. The Warrior had fallen asleep in the Barbarians' bed after being read to again, so when he woke up he had a momentary feeling of disorientation made all that much worse by the furs he was laying on moving ever so slightly but constantly. Grunts and moans came to his ears from the two behind him. He was laying on his side facing away from the Barbarian and his wife, a decision made in sleep that he wished he had not. He did not want them to notice him turning to look at them, but he so desperately wanted to see what they were doing that he turned anyway. He watched the two grinding away at each other lovingly and he started to feel the familiar warmth of desire. He watched the Barbarian's Wife's face as she moaned in pleasure, her lips parted and her eyes closed. She was beautiful. Her skin glistened in the moonlight filtering in through the window. The Barbarian watched the Warrior. He leaned down and kissed his Wife passionately and listened to the small groan from the Warrior. He reached out and captured the Warrior's mouth with his own. The Warrior let a deep groan rumble through him into the Barbarian's plundering mouth. The Warrior soon found himself placed neatly between the Barbarian and the Barbarian's Wife and her legs. He stared down at her through glittering green eyes. She was already shining with sweat and exertion, but that did not but add to her present beauty. She may not have been an ocean Goddess, but her light grey eyes heavily lidded with desire accented her natural loveliness. The Barbarian pressed his chest against the Warrior's back resting his chin against the nape of his neck as his Wife reached up and softly pressed her full pink lips to the Warrior's own. "Are you sure?" The Warrior whispered when the Woman laid back against the furs. She reached her hand up and touched his face, gently soothing away his reluctance, "Hush, Little Love. It's alright." He closed his eyes to feel her hand against his face better. The Barbarian grabbed the Warrior and helped guide him into his Wife. The Warrior had never had a woman before, and though she was no virgin, he hardly cared. He pressed his face into her ample bosom. Her breasts softly pressed their warmth against his face as he moaned aloud into them, tickling her ever so slightly. The Barbarian watched the Warrior smiling to himself. This was sexier than he'd thought it would be. It was worth waiting for the Warrior to wake and turn to them. He caressed the Warrior's back and gave him light whispering kisses. Slowly and carefully the Barbarian entered the Warrior. He gasped and thrust his hips back onto the Barbarian's who then pushed forward thrusting into the Warrior as he thrust into the Woman, moans escaping all three. "There's war brewing," Commented the Barbarian. His Wife scoffed, "There's always war brewing." "Not like this time," Said the Warrior setting plates of delicious looking food on the table, "It's different. I can feel it." The Barbarian nodded and his Wife kept silent. Their two small boys played with together on the floor. The one looked much like the Barbarian, the other like the Warrior, and both were all three of the adult's children. The Warrior was never told he was no longer a slave, but it hardly needed said. They all loved each other. "It's coming here. I've been thinking of moving us. There's no need to fight anymore. We could move inland and find a nice place to farm," the Barbarian voiced his thoughts. His Wife and The Warrior both looked at the Barbarian surprised, "Are you serious?" They both asked him. He looked at his two lovers, "Why do you doubt what I say?" They looked at each other then back to him as his Wife replied, "Because your life is fighting. Don't get us wrong, it would be wonderful not to worry about you not coming home after a raid or war or fight of some sort, but would YOU be alright with it?" There was a shout from outside and The Barbarian jumped up while the Warrior ran to fetch his weapons. The Barbarian threw open the door and immediately saw the battle he had just been talking about at the edge of the village. He turned to call for his weapons but the Warrior was right behind him, two scimitars in his left hand while he handed off the Barbarian his large mace and axe. They ran outside together while the Wife called after them at the door, "Where are you going?" They both turned and yelled back, "Stay with the children!" The Warrior rolled a corpse over with his foot. The invader's face was painted with streaks of white and green. "I'm not sure where they came from, but this whole thing feels familiar somehow." The Warrior nodded at the Barbarian's words. "We should leave now if we're going to at all," The Warrior said, not moving his eyes from the corpse in front of him. The Barbarian agreed and turned to walk back to his home, Wife and children. The Warrior fell. "We can't go anywhere! He'll die if we move him!" The Wife cried placing herself between the Barbarian and the bed ridden Warrior. "It's his own fault for getting himself run through! The first time I saw him fight it took 137 men and myself to bring him down, and at that none of us could kill him!" The Wife cried hysterically, trying to keep the Barbarian from moving the unconscious Warrior. "He'll die," She sobbed over and over, "He'll die! Don't move him! Please! He'll die!" The Barbarian grabbed the sobbing Woman and cast her aside, "There aren't enough of us left to defeat the next invasion! Either we take the risk that he dies or we all die! Do you want that, Woman!?" Tears ran like rivers down her face and through the fingers covering it, but she shook her head "no" anyway. The Warrior was fevered and had deep gashes from swords and lances all over his body. He had not awoken since the raid, which had only been two short days ago. Now his eyes fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. The Barbarian and his Wife rushed to his side asking if he felt alright and if he thought he could stand or move. The Warrior closed his eyes again and as time passed the Barbarian and his Wife began to wonder if he'd fallen back asleep. "No. You must leave me. Get to safety. I'll follow if I can." They both started yelling at the same time, "You idiot! How could you get hurt.." "We won't leave you! That's not an option.." ".. worried about you and.." ".. should rest so that we can all go.." The Warrior opened one eye to look angrily at them. "You're not helping me," he muttered when they finally got quiet, "If you really won't leave without me there is another option." The Warrior opened his eyes to a rattling noise above him, "You can't rush the medicine Barbarian!" An old witch doctor sat beside the Warrior shaking strange objects over him. "We have to leave! They're coming and if we don't go soon we won't get another chance!" The Witch Doctor shook his head, "You still can't rush the medicine, Barbarian." The Barbarian growled and turned away from the Witch Doctor in exasperation. "Can we at least move him now," The Wife asked. The Witch Doctor shrugged, "He may make it if you do, but moving someone as injured and feverish as this man is very risky. If you're so worried about the coming invasions why not just leave him? Or, I suppose, you could risk it. Just move slowly and carry him on a cart instead of in your arms or on a horse and he should do alright. He is healing, just being very slow about it. Not that it's his fault." The Witch Doctor pat the Warrior's head in mocking sympathy. The Barbarian had not been very kind about asking the man to come look at the Warrior. "I told them to leave," grunted the Warrior. "And very sensibly too! They should take your advice! Think of the children!" The Barbarian shot a look at his Wife, "I WON'T leave without either of you!" They had apparently had this conversation before. The Warrior tried to sit up, but three people held him down as soon as they saw him try. "Don't move!" He shook his head, "We have to leave! I have to get up or we'll all die!" Though he had finally convinced his family to leave their home, the Warrior wished he was back there now. Wished he had not been injured. Maybe then.. maybe then. His vision swam and blurred as he tried to focus on either the ones holding him or the tall one talking. They hadn't made it a day journeying when they had been set upon by a small raid of White and Green painted men. They had been dragged back to the enemy camp and he had lost sight of his family. He had made his injuries worse by fighting the small raid of men with his Barbarian and Wife, but they were still over taken. They had been traveling with the raiders for a few days when they suddenly stopped their march and dragged him off the cart to set him in front of this babbling moron. He didn't understand most of what the tall white and green blur was saying, but every now and again he could hear small words and his Barbarian replying. He let his head droop, trying to understand what was going on. He looked at the blood pooling around his muddy knees. He was still bleeding. He heard the children cry out and his head snapped up, desperately trying to focus and find them. "Well, Brother?" The Tall one asked someone to his right. The Warrior heard the Barbarian reply, but couldn't make out what he had said. He watched the two boys struggling and crying out for their parents and him. "Tut tut, Brother. Though, I suppose you're right, I have no real use for them." The Tall man nodded and a man advanced toward the children drawing his sword. The Warrior's heart stopped and his head ached. Time slowed to a halt. They were going to kill his children! An animalistic roar resounded through the air. The second anyone could clearly see what had happened three men already lay dead and the Warrior was engaged with the two that were previously holding his children. The boys had been dropped and were now huddled behind the Warrior calling insults and cheering him on. He dispatched the two before the Tall one had a chance to send anyone his direction. The Warrior turned to face the oncoming men and called to his children, "Run!" The boys hesitated for a second then turned and ran as fast as they could, for being so young. The older one practically dragging the younger. The Warrior backed up slowly, keeping himself between the young ones and the men. Or, so he thought, until he heard them cry out. He turned to see a man thrusting his sword downward toward his children, and he leapt gasping to get to them. The boy dodged the drop of the sword and the Warrior hit the man tackling him to the ground. He relieved the man of his sword and plunged it into his chest snuffing out life as he did. The Warrior heard laughter behind him from the Tall man and a sobbing scream from the Wife. He glanced behind him. His children were there. Impaled upon the tall man's lance still choking and twitching. He howled with rage and sorrow throwing himself bodily at the Tall man. Tears blurred his vision, but he barreled on. The Tall man laughter told the Warrior where to aim his blows, but there were men in front of the Tall man. He Cried out and freed himself of the men, turning he collapsed next to his children, the last of his energy spent he cradled their faces. The littlest had drowned on his own blood while the oldest had died with the point of the weapon protruding from his neck. The Warrior moaned and cried wailing his despair to the sky. "Pick him up." The command was given and the Warrior was lifted from the bodies of his children. The tall man looked sorrowfully into the Warrior's eyes, "He did nothing to save them. How could he let them die while you fought to save them?" The Warrior spat at the Tall man and screamed curses, hoarse and ragged through the sorrow and guilt. "What gives you the right!? What gave anyone the right to take anything from me!? Why have you done this!? My Ch.. My chil.." he choked on the words and sobbed. The Tall man shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you, dear boy. It is the nature of we, the evil men, to take what is not ours. Those boys were of no use to me. Now, had they been girls, I might have kept them alive." The Warrior howled again and struggled against his captors. "He could have saved them, though. He could have saved your children. All he had to do was agree." The Warrior lurched toward the Tall man and almost bit him, but was held back, "I hope you catch on fire." The Tall man narrowed his eyes at the Warrior, "That, is not a nice thing to wish on someone." He then commanded the men to bring the Warrior face to face with the Barbarian and strip him. He then did the same with the Barbarian's Wife. Naked, they both stared strait ahead of themselves. "Don't give in to him! Ever!" They both said in quiet unison. "Brave words," The Tall man said. The Barbarian glared daggers at the Tall man, but said nothing. "Now, accept me as your lord and master, lick my boots, and swear your allegiance to me, or I see just what I can do with your lovely wife and little slave. There are things you can do with men that you probably only do with your woman. I could even get him to moan like a woman, if you'd like." The Warrior felt the blood draining from him. He could no longer support himself, but he would not lean forward. He tried to steady himself, but the kick from behind brought his face in firm contact with the ground. "Oh!" The Tall man laughed, "I see you've already discovered the joys men can bring you!" The Warrior had been crawling for what seemed like forever. He didn't know where exactly he was going, he just knew he had to get there before the light faded from his eyes. He thought it must be high noon, but the darkness in his vision suggested it was very late evening. His entire family had been slaughtered. His sister had died during child birth, his father killed on the battlefield. His own children run through. His Wife, for he did claim her, had been raped, tortured, and finally burned to death. His Barbarian had been made to watch his loves being tortured and raped, burned and poisoned until he had finally been tied to four horses and each one sent galloping in a different direction. The Warrior did not know how or why he had been spared, but he did know he had to get there. He had to get where ever it was he was going. He crawled and dragged his mutilated legs through the dirt and mud, pulling himself to the hut. He pushed with all the strength he had left against the door and it opened. He would not die until he was home. He crawled inside the hut. With the last of his life he rolled onto what was left of his back, and stared at the ceiling. The Warrior was home. The light slipped from him and night came on. this may end up being the beginning chapter of something much darker. I dunno. We'll see. For now It's finished. dn Current Mood:  accomplishedCurrent Music: none | | 12:51 am |
Because I'm a little sick, a little disturbing, and a little sociopathic: "Because You Read To Me"
The boy took a deep breath of the chilled winter night air. It had been so long since he'd been outside he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be outside the stuffy little hut. His father was a warrior. Every time he came home he would poison his son to keep him from going to war too. Actually, his father employed many tricks to keep his son from battle. Once he had given the boy a "magic elixir" that was to be put in the eyes before heading out to battle. "You must put it in your eyes before you leave for the field of battle NOT when you get to the battle! It takes a moment to work." The boy had secretly tried the "elixir" after his father had left for a battle and had spent the next few days trying to get the onion juice out of his eyes. This last time, his father had poisoned both his food and his drink. He had spent the better part of a month too ill to move. Now, his father was dead. There would be no more tricks. He would no longer have the chance to keep his son from battle. The boy was young, but strong, and their people had become a target for Barbarian attack. Often his father went to fight other people's wars as a mercenary. Because he did not want to loose his son to violent attack he taught him everything he knew to keep alive and fight. The son kept this knowledge quietly in his sinew and muscle. When he was well he practiced with all the weapons he could get his hands on. Even using his own body as a weapon. So there he stood. Outside his hut, wearing precious little armor and holding two menacing scimitar like swords. An axe was lashed to his back and smaller weapons glittered all over his body. The boy preferred the mace or spear, but his father had died wielding them, so he had none. The boy, though he worked his body hard, was not large. In fact, he was slightly short. He came to only 5'4" tall. His arms were small with an almost feminine look to them. That is, if a woman took a few testosterone pills and had muscles like a man. His hair was fine and blonde, giving the illusion that the only visible hair he had was on his head. His green eyes glittered in the moonlight as he watched the Barbarian horde approaching from the south west. It was good that he felt well enough to stand and fight against them. His village would fight them off as they had done many invaders before. His village was known for breeding warriors. He walked forward joining his brothers and sisters in arms against the invaders. They were prepared. The young warrior opened his eyes. He had taken a bad blow in the latest battle against the Barbarians, and now lay facing the sky with strong cords binding him and a sharp pain in his neck. The Barbarians had been fighting them for 3 months now. This latest battle, though, was the last. "Ah. So, the warrior wakes!" He heard a deep laugh and looked around for the source swallowing against the pain. There was a large Barbarian covered in blood splatter standing near him. Watching him. There was movement and other Barbarians shifted into his view. "The little goat tit! You killed my brother, warrior, but now you are subdued," one man said. "It took more men to take you down then it did to take your entire village down! Be proud, little warrior! You are a prize now," another exclaimed. "Yes," said the Barbarian that he had first seen upon opening his eyes, "you are to be a prize to the one who finally took you down." Three of the Barbarians crowded around the one who spoke last and clapped him on the back, "For none of the rest of us could handle him alive!" They laughed their deep throaty laughs, and he watched as their blood soaked beards jiggled with the joviality. "We've been able to count your kills approximately. Very impressive, little warrior." The boy twisted his wrists examining his bonds. The Barbarians all saw his movements and began their laughter again. "Don't struggle! All you have to do is ask!" Said the largest of the band reaching for the boy, "I'll gladly set up up to see your village again!" He hefted the boy by his bonds and held him off the ground to see the carnage all around them. He saw scattered groups of barbarians picking through the bodies of his fallen comrades. A few groups were digging large holes and throwing bodies into them. "Why do this?" He asked quietly. "What was that?" Asked the barbarian holding him up. "It's to keep the animals away while we occupy the village to rest." The boy kicked out and landed a solid blow to the knee of the one holding him. He dropped to the ground and spun around charging at the first Barbarian he saw over the one that had been holding him. Anger blinding him as the onion juice had so long ago. He was thrown down onto the floor of his old home. It would still be his home, but it would never feel the same. "Cozy," stated the Barbarian that had claimed him as a war prize looking around the hut. The boy's face bled so close to his eye that it looked as though he were crying the blood. He glared up at the Barbarians defiling his home with their blood stained presence. The one that had claimed him was tall. At least 6'4" a whole foot above the boy's head, and much larger in body build as well. He had killed many like this man, but he survived to keep the boy suffering. At least, that is what he told him. "I was the one who knocked you around on the field of battle and I will be the one to knock you around between battles. You will suffer for the men you sent to the good place." Now they would stay and rest in his village. Empty except for the few survivors now turned slave.. or prize. He heard the screams of women being forced into submission by their recently acquired masters mingling with the screams of the children being slaughtered, beaten or likewise dictated. The warrior's hands were still bound, but his arms were freer than they had been. He lifted himself up on an elbow and spat curses at the Barbarians. They laughed mockingly at him, "What a mouth the little warrior has!" He did not like the way they called him "warrior." It sounded more jeering than anything else. His owner now reached down and grabbed his hair hefting him by it to stand before him. The warrior struggled and kicked out until a few minutes after he had been grabbed by the throat and lifted off the ground. As he struggled he studied his "master's" face. It was hard and battle scared. Tan with wear and weather. His hair and beard were brown, long and coarse. His eyes were a dark muddy brown and his eye brows overshadowed them. He stopped struggling against the man for the moments he was in the air unable to breath. His head hurt very badly from the injuries he had gotten both from the battle and from the tussle only minutes before. "You're right. He does have a mouth on him! Maybe he could use it in a different way." The boy's lips parted in a snarl. The Barbarian smirked and dropped the boy to his knees. The room felt like it was holding it's breath as the Barbarian offered the boy his manhood. There was a quite laugh and another Barbarian observed that it might get bitten by the vicious warrior. The boy spat and choked as the Barbarians laughed around him. "Perhaps this isn't the best place for true enjoyment! His mouth doesn't do well enough to compare to a woman! Let us see about the behind!" There were lustful guffaws from the surrounding men, and his master flipped him onto his stomach cutting the bonds on his wrists as well. The boy spun back around and punched the Barbarian in the jaw and stomach at the same time. He felt the sting of a slap against his face, but he ignored it and barreled on kicking and latching onto the Barbarian with tooth and claw. The Barbarian took the punishment and used his weight to pin the boy to the floor. He grabbed the boy's hands in one and slammed them against the floor. The warrior's body was turned and forced into a position conducive to the Barbarian's purpose. Clothing tore and the boy warrior was defiled as several Barbarian men watched. He did not cry out beyond the first moment of penetration. He swallowed back his cries and stared unblinking against any tears that would threaten his eyes. Pain was weakness leaving the body. "Get off the bed boy. My wife arrives today." It had been almost a month now with the cruel Barbarian. Often, before 'punishing' the warrior he would say, "You should have died in glorious battle." After he would comment on how what he said, "Makes your ass tighter!" The warrior had been made to clean after the Barbarian and prepare his meals. If he did not do as the Barbarian requested he would be ruthlessly plundered and sometimes beaten at the same time. The Barbarian loved to pull his hair and spank him while thrusting into him. The boy slid off the bed onto the floor. It wasn't often that the Barbarian fucked him on the bed, but when he did he often let him lay there to rest afterwords. "You have a wife? Do you not worry she will be jealous of me?" The Barbarian laughed loudly, "Foolish warrior! Do not give in to your fantasies! Now, when my wife comes I wish for you to never speak in her presence. She does not need her ears defiled by your plebeian voice." The warrior lifted himself off the floor, "Are you sure you just don't want me telling her about.." The Barbarian's barking laughter cut the warrior short, "I don't worry about things like that!" The warrior picked a piece of clothing to cover his bare skin with. The Barbarian's eyes narrowed for a moment, almost as though he wanted to object to the decency. The warrior did not notice as he started to clean at the bed that used to be his father's. He carefully placed the blankets back across it, making it look good. "What would you like me to make her when she gets here?" The Barbarian left the room refusing to answer the Warrior. The Warrior was washing clothing when the Barbarian brought his wife in to meet him. "I got you a war prize, my dove. Something I believe you will enjoy." The wife was showed into the room with the Warrior who silently looked her over. She was taller than he was too. Perhaps 5'7"? Not a lot taller. She was not a thin rail of a woman, but a strong looking thing. She looked as though she could fight an ox. He clenched his fists. She was enjoyable to look at. The Barbarian narrowed his eyes at the boy warrior, "Take your eyes off my wife!" Obediently the Warrior shifted his gaze to the Barbarian instead. The Barbarian took a menacing step toward the Warrior, "Lower them, cur!" The Warrior's eyes fluttered and he slowly looked down. "He is to take over your chores around the home, wife. You will be pampered by me without having to lift a finger," The Barbarian stated without taking his eyes off the Warrior. "Should he misbehave I WILL punish him, and he will learn not to be disrespectful." The Warrior turned back to his washing, a pained expression slowly etching itself into his face. He would be punished later. Not in front of the Barbarian's wife. The wait would be excruciating, but so would the punishment. The Barbarian's Wife walked out into the chilly air, looking around the landscape. At first it was not difficult to marvel in the beauty surrounding her, but soon she found something she could not take her eyes from. It was the Warrior. Scared and wet and naked. He was washing himself with a bucket and the well next to the house. The necklaces the Barbarian put around the boy's neck to show ownership glittered in the winter sun. His back was strong. His arms carved from smooth marble. He was entirely not the brown burly mass of scars and hair her husband was. The Warrior was sleek and smooth, except for a few accentuating scars freckling his body. She watched as he poured the water over his head, rinsing the soap from his hair. He was sitting on his legs in the mud applying the soap to his underarms and chest. She walked up and took the soap from him. He startled, but did not jump, instead his hand went to the ground beside him, where a sword may have once lay while he took his baths. "I will wash your back for you, but do not tell my husband. He would not like me serving a slave." The Warrior nodded slightly. "Can you not speak, I wonder?" The woman was annoying. She continuously pointed out things the Warrior did not want to see anymore. "A woman used to live here, but I don't think it was your mother. Did you have a sister?" The Warrior thought on his sister, who had gone off before the Barbarians' attacks had begun. His father had insisted on that. "She is no warrior." His father had commented when he'd sent her away. "I believe my husband has another lover." The knife the Warrior was cutting with slipped and nearly cut his fingers. "I've been thinking it for a while. I'm not sure how to prove it or what I would do if I could, but I still think he isn't being faithful." She leaned against a table with her arms crossed staring strait ahead of her at the opposite wall as she talked to him. She did this often as not anymore. At first, when he had been presented as a gift to her, she was wary of him. She spoke very little to him and did not stay alone in the same room with him. It did not take long to start the habit of standing in the kitchen while the Warrior prepared meals. It took less time for her to start talking to her silent companion. "Why is it you never speak to me?" He felt the anger pulsing through his chest. "Do you not have a voice?" She paused and listened to him chopping plants to use in the meal. She found his cooking far superior to her own, though she would never admit it. "Do you know of any lovers my husband might have?" She did not sound angry. Nor did she really sound jealous. It seemed to the Warrior that if he told her the Barbarian did have another lover she would reply with nothing but a simple, "I see." She was so calm, but that aggravated the Warrior. After another pause the Woman made another series of unwelcome comments, "Your hair is so long and beautiful, it seems almost like a woman's. Do you ever consider cutting it? I hear other cultures cut their hair. I like your lips too. The way your bottom lip pouts out, like you're always on the verge of crying. Your eyes sparkle like gems. I wish mine did. I think my husband would look at them more if they were anything but this dull grey color I get." It was true. The Barbarian did look at the Warrior's eyes for long periods of time. Sometimes stopping in the middle of torturing the boy Warrior to stare into his eyes. Studying them he would fail to continue raping him and would instead wash and go about his business. The Barbarian's Wife rarely got these fascinated looks. "You may have them if you wish," The Warrior snapped at the woman, "If all you want to do is live is blindness I have nothing I NEED to say to you!" Shock filled the woman's face, "What do you mean?" The boy turned to her still holding the knife he'd been using on the food, "You foolish woman! Your husband punishes me, and you fail to see any kind of mark on me, and so you come to the conclusion that he gives me a good talking to!? You want to know if he has a lover? He does not! He has me!" The Barbarian's wife did not understand for a moment, but the realization of what the Warrior meant slowly dawned on her as her husband came crashing into the kitchen. "How dare you speak to my wife! Have I not told you never to utter a single sound in her presence!?" His wife turned to him, "Why, husband? Do you keep him silent out of fear of him revealing what you do to punish him?" The Barbarian turned to his wife and chuckled, "No, wife. I would have thought you had figured it out already how I punish the boy. If you wish, you may watch me punish him, but I keep him silent because his voice is unnecessary, and plebeian. I did not wish you to hear what you did not want to hear." "He has a beautiful voice, though..." "It is time to go home." The Barbarian announced one day. The Warrior looked up at him in silent surprise. "You didn't think we'd live in this filthy village forever did you," The Barbarian asked the Warrior. The boy nodded impudently, but honestly, and the Barbarian and his wife laughed. The Warrior's hands were bound and he was carried to a cart like a piece of luggage tucked under the Barbarian's arm. There he was placed next to all the other slaves and they were tied together to keep anyone from escaping. "Onward!" The Barbarian called to his Barbarian brothers, and the march began. The boy warrior scanned the faces of the women and children in the cart. The children looked empty, and the women glared at him as though they were blaming him for their enslavement. He then looked at the woman obviously with child tied right next to him. "Sister!?" She looked up at him and into his eyes, "Brother!" She cried out and tried to get her arms around him, but they were bound as his were. "Why? I thought.." She shook her head, "The caravan I was in was ambushed! I ran back to the village, but was captured by the Barbarians before I had the chance to get home! I did not know you had survived! I mourned you and father both!" The Warrior touched his sister's swollen belly, "And the child?" She began to weep uncontrollably, "A Barbarian's!" Hot tears ran down the Warrior's face at the injustice of it all. He kissed his sister's forehead again and again trying to comfort her, but to no avail. What could HE of all people say to her? He would never have to carry his Barbarian's child. The Barbarian's had a child. A small boy. He was wild, strong and beautiful. The Warrior found joy in him. The Barbarians let the Warrior raise him. When not doing the cooking or cleaning or wash the Warrior played with the boy, finding happiness in the boy. One night, after the child had fallen asleep, the Barbarian took his Wife and the Warrior into the bedroom. He commanded them both to strip and told the boy to lay in the bed. He did as he was bid. Quiet apprehension etched into his features. The Barbarian then lay next to the Warrior on his back and forced the boy Warrior onto his side. Then he requested his wife lay in the bed and lay on her side facing him as well. The Barbarian made sure everyone was comfortable and that the blankets were warm before he began to read to them. The Warrior stared wide eyed at the Barbarian. He told tales of ancient Princes and evil fairies. He told of Princesses in towers and Goddesses coming out from the sea to dazzle mortals with her beauty. The Warrior objected, at first, to some of the more fantastical things, but soon quietly listened to the stories until sleep overcame him and he nuzzled his face into the Barbarian's warm biceps and fell into a deep sleep. "Will you ever trade your affection for me?" The Barbarian's wife asked him almost a year later. "What do you mean, woman? I would never trade anything I have for you or of yours," came the reply. "That boy loves you, you know. Will you ever give him the love you hold for me?" The Barbarian snorted, "He told you this?" The Woman shook her head, "He did not have to. I understand the looks he gives you. The silent obedience. He has been allowed to talk for a long while, but he continues to do what he thinks will please you. Tell me, husband, when was the last time you claimed him out of anything but lust?" The Barbarian shook his head at the silly woman, "I have never taken the boy out of lust. That I reserve for you." His wife smiled, "And there you go using words against me. What does reserve mean, anyway? Something good, I hope?" The Barbarian slid over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her, "Something very good. It means I only lust you." His Wife suddenly got a sad look in her eyes, "No. I believe you love him, too. I don't want you to love me less! I want you to always love me! Have I not earned it as that Warrior has? Can you not love him only a little less than you love me?" The Barbarian looked at her in surprise and shock, "I do not love the Warrior! I love only you and the child! And yes! You were my first wife! And my last, if I have any say in the matter!" She smiled and pressed her face into his broad chest, "I love you too. It has been 5 years since we first obtained him. Do you believe he does not enjoy what you do to him? Not even a little? After so long?" The Barbarian held his wife close to him, but could not resist asking her what her reasons for believing the Warrior loved him. "I will not give you reasons, but I will give you a way to prove it for yourself. The next time you get angry with him see if he does not treat you less like a master and more like a husband. See if he does not treat you as I do." The Warrior was preparing a stew when the Barbarian burst through the door from outside, "What the hell has happened to that cow I got from our last raid!?" The Warrior paused in his stirring of the stew. "You," The Barbarian grabbed the Warrior and lifted him bodily from the floor, "She was giving milk! What happened to her!? You must know!" The Warrior brandished the spoon as though it were a sword and gave the Barbarian a stinging rap on his knuckles, "Your cow stopped giving milk this morning!" Anger flushed the Barbarian's face. He hit me with a spoon! "Then where is she!? I could still sell her hide and meat!" The Warrior blushed with embarrassment and shouted back, "What, so you could buy less meat and a poorer hide? I am already using the beast's meat in the stew!" The Barbarian threw the Warrior to the ground, "You killed my cow without my say!?" He raged, "How dare you!?" He threw himself at the Warrior who fended him off with the spoon as he spoke, "I did not kill your stupid cow! She died this morning! She was old! I had to use the meat or it would go bad! If you would just taste it before getting angry, you would find the meat far superior to any you have tasted before!" The Barbarian's rages subsided a moment, "How?" "I had been feeding the creature corn, it made it healthier and the meat.." "You fed a cow my corn!?" more later.. dn Current Mood:  apathetic | | Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009 | | 7:23 pm |
Teh beginning of WTL unedited
Welcome To Life Lesson 1: If you see a stranger, Follow him It was a beautiful evening. The sun exuberated brilliant displays of its own favorite colors, mainly consisting of reds, oranges, purples and blues. All around University St high schoolers were pre-prom dating in smart outfits and heavy make-up. Most of the University students found it amusing and slightly nostalgic to see the young adults flouncing about in their pretend finery. Two people sat in the gated portion of Pandera Bread’s outside dining area. The man had short half inch long dark blonde hair, his baby blue eyes were accented by the blush of embarrassment that made them stand out all that much more than they already did. Though it was not cold he wore a tan short sleeved sweater over his muscular large frame that made him even more noticeable and attractive. He wore dark blue jeans and smart dark leather loafers. The other man sitting across the candle lit, lightly flowered, table from him had a small framed and wore a pea green long sleeved baggy shirt with faded jeans and frayed tan sandals. This man, though a little older than the other and more accurately described as a boy, had shoulder length blonde hair held out of his face on one side by a small pink butterfly barrette. His green eyes sparkled with moisture as the tears ran unchecked down his face and dribbled onto his ugly green shirt. The first man, who’s name is Neil, tried to stay calm, but his patience was running out with the crying Lasheen sitting across from him. With an exasperated growl Neil stood up, “No more. Come on!” The waiter hurried over to the couple, “Was something wrong, sir?” Neil had his wallet out and was digging in it, “No, no! Nothing but the compan.. here! Take this for your troubles.” The waiter looked at the 100 dollar bill in his hand and shrugged as Neil grabbed Lasheen’s hand and walked hurriedly out of the small enclosure. “People are going to start thinking I’m forcing you to date me,” Neil mumbled to Lasheen. “I’m sorry,” came the small reply from Lasheen as he tried to keep from being dragged along with Neil. “Don’t be sorry,” Neil started to say, but stopped himself, “No!” Neil turned and grabbed Lasheen holding the boy in a sort of tight hug, “I’m tired of it! All you do is cry when you’re with me! Was it Axe? Forget about him! His words are like Jack Black’s music! Unimportant and, for the most part, ignorant! Please! Please stop over thinking us. Give me your heart now and the rest will follow later!” Neil heard a mocking snort somewhere around them, which made him feel even more self conscience so he released Lasheen, turned around again and started walking. Whereupon he walked strait into the shoulder of a fairly tall woman who had just happened to be walking in the opposite direction so hard that it spun them both around to facing each other. Anger and annoyance made him snap at the woman without thinking, “Watch it, Bitch,” but he probably would have said something along those lines anyway, but he did feel like lashing out at something. The two glared at each other for a long time, tense and ready for a fight, should one break out. Neil was the first to realize how childish they were being and so self-realizing he sighed, turned and walked away. In fact, he walked away just a bit too fast because Lasheen had to rush to try to catch up with him. Though, Lasheen didn’t make it very far anyway, because he found himself inexplicably caught by the hand of the woman who had bumped into Neil. Her name was Dean. Or, in any case, that is how she always introduced herself when she introduced herself which she did not at this time. “Hold it! Let us see,” she said wrapping her arms around Lasheen’s pretty torso, “how far he gets before he realizes your fine self isn’t with him.” They both watched as Neil walked all the way down the rest of the street and turned the corner without even noticing once that he was missing something. “Oh, he didn’t notice! Tell me, kid, is it true love or are you just not putting out,” Dean asked and winked at Lasheen who’s initial response was a simple moan. Giving it a little thought though he then squatted down in a full body sob. Dean was taken aback! “Ack! D..Don’t be sad! I was just kidding! He’s obviously so upset about calling me a ‘bitch’ that he isn’t thinking about anything but how he could possible apologize and make up for it!” She leaned down and tried again, “Come on! What’s a pretty little boy like you doing crying your life away, huh?” She looked at Lasheen sideways and tried again, “You know, crying is like the machine in the pit of despair! The more water runs through it the more life you loose! Aw come on! NOT TO 50!” Lasheen looked up at her with red wet eyes that made him look like a very cute girl. At least that’s how Dean would explain her actions later, “But he looked like a super cute girl! I couldn’t help it!” Dean stood up and held her hand out to Lasheen, “My name is Dean. Dean Dannils. I’ve come to rescue you, but you have to make the choice yourself. Stay there and wait, maybe all night, for your ass of a boyfriend, I’m assuming here, to come back or come with me and start a new sort of adventure.” Lasheen gave Dean his hand and let her help him up and guide him away. Marylyn had been standing behind Neil right before he turned away from the possible fight holding her breath. No one ever called Dean a bitch! It just wasn’t a smart thing to do! What was going to happen to this imbecile now that he had obviously incurred her wrath? Reguchi-san, who had been standing a little off to the side of Marylyn, only looked on the scene with mild curiosity. For it was true, no one who knew Dean ever called her a bitch. Ever. It just wasn’t wise. Dean’s vengeance could be hard to handle. When Neil turned away from Dean Marylyn turned with him and shouted after his retreating back, “YOU MORON!!” Reguchi-san had felt obligated to roll his eyes and moan despairingly, “Marylyn.” Marylyn had proceeded to throw her middle finger up at Neil as well and responded curtly to Reguchi-san’s ‘ridiculousity,’ “He got off lucky! I bet she would have killed him (in this instance Marylyn means only that Dean would have won the fight easily) in a fair fight!” Reguchi-san leaned toward Marylyn as if he couldn’t quite hear her, “And then they would have both gone to jail (because Neil wouldn’t really be dead). You wouldn’t be able to see her till she got out.” Marylyn screeched and held her face in her hands, “She might cheat on me with some hooker that was arrested at the same time!” Reguchi-san sighed again and glanced behind him at Dean and Lasheen, “Well, I seriously doubt that THAT would happen. She likes you too much, JJ.” Marylyn whirled around on Reguchi-san and screeched at him, “Stop calling me that! I’m not that idiot character from her ‘Fake’ books! You jerk! You even have her calling me that! I know you’re just saying that I’m annoying!!” Reguchi-san smiled and turned back in the direction they came from and in which Neil went, “Well, I’m gonna look for a movie at ‘Rentertainment.‘ You ought to go try to catch up to your girlfriend.” Marylyn gasped and looked around for Dean. “You’re unusually quiet right now, Lasheen,” Neil said, believing that his boyfriend was right behind him. Still, when no reply came at all, Neil turned to look behind him, “Lasheen?” The boy wasn’t there. Maybe he was around the corner. He hadn’t passed it that long ago. Neil jogged back around the corner, but the boy wasn’t there either, “Oh crap. I’ve lost him.” Marylyn yelled, “Dean!” and ran toward her girlfriend’s car as it pulled out of the parking garage and away from University Street. Reguchi-san watched for a second then put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes as he walked toward the movie rental store muttering, “Pathetic.” Neil, then, started asking people if they’d seen a pretty young man with a silly little pink butterfly barrette in his hair. It was going to be a long night. The sign on the front of the bookstore plainly stated in big bold letters, “Borders.” Dean took the distracted Lasheen inside exclaiming happily as she headed strait to one of her many favorite sections, “Welcome to the best place on earth, kid! Population: however many you wish to accept as reality. Its your world here, kid, and my life! Welcome to it!” She knelt down to look at the books on the lower shelves, “Lets see, Graphic Novel for you. You don’t strike me as a Batman. Maybe La Esperanca? Not overly Catholic, though. ” Lasheen looked absently around him at the ‘Borders.’ He hadn’t actually been to this store before. He usually went to Barnes and Noble to get anything he needed for school. In fact, everyone he knew went to Barnes and Noble or used book stores like Hay Stings or something. Lasheen didn’t like Hay Stings. It felt low class to him. This place wasn’t low class. ‘That person’ probably went to Hay Stings all the time. ‘That person’ probably knew every Hay Stings employee by name. ‘That person’ has probably actually had sex with most of them, the slag. ‘That person’ ... “Argh! He’s such an arrogant ass!!” Lasheen let out his frustration a little loudly. Dean looked up at Lasheen who apparently realized he had spoken a little too loudly for he was bright red and had his hand cupped over his mouth. Dean laughed, “Carry on.” Lasheen looked away from her as she continued looking at the graphic novels muttering something along the lines of, “Book for you, book for you.” Lasheen’s heart hurt. He thought of Neil listening to “THAT PERSON!!” It made him so angry, but at the same time so very sad. He wanted Neil to tell that stupid hole off. To tell him that he was dumb! As it is, it didn’t happen like that. Neil just accepted what IT said. Lasheen’s eyes started to well up, “Then he didn’t notice he’d left me.” Naturally Dean believed that the two spoken sentences were about the same person. She didn’t understand. Why would you stay with someone who is so caught up in themselves that they don’t even notice when you’ve gone from their side? What if the kid had actually been kidnapped and was about to be gang raped? It was possible, she thought as she put Gorgeous Carat back in it’s place on the bookshelf. Apparently the kid thought his boyfriend was an arrogant ass. Maybe they would break up... Dean shook her head. They were both unimportant. Just more drama to fill her empty minutes, but this time it was more boring than usual. The kid still looked like he was just brooding about the evening and wasn’t paying any attention to her at all. Maybe this wasn’t a place that he would normally cheer up in. “There are some people like that, I guess. Somewhere.” Dean stood up and asked the boy a very normal question. One that she had only just thought of. Stupid stupid stupid. Lasheen couldn’t shake the felling of wanting to throw something at a certain someone’s stupid head, but that person wasn’t here anyway so why brood over it so much? It was stupid. He was stupid. They were both stupid, and Lasheen felt stupid for trusting Neil. I never should have said I’d go out with him. He’s just like all the others. Only wants one thing. “KID!” Dean’s voice finally shook him from his internal ranting and self pity, “Ah, oh! Sorry, what?” Dean, who had stood up, shook her head, “I asked what you are called, human. Man you were far away! Whatever it was it must take up a lot of your energy. Its more than him just leaving you with me, yeah? You wanna..” Dean swallowed back the words. No, that was a mistake. Never ask anyone if they want to talk about it. It wasn’t worth it. She didn’t really care, and that was probably the main reason she ignored the flash of hope in the boy’s eyes when she started the question. Instead Dean pat Lasheen on the shoulder, “Never mind. You’ll be all right.” Lasheen sighed unhappily. “So,” Dean said slowly, “What’s your name?” Lasheen looked at Dean and wondered what he had aimlessly gotten himself into, “Lasheen. Lasheen Manders, if you must know.” Dean shrugged, “Sire names aren’t of much interest to me. Manders, though. Its kinda nice somehow. Is it Jewish?” Lasheen frowned. “Never mind,” Dean grabbed Lasheen’s hand and lead him toward the exit, “we'll to my place instead and make you happy there.” Lasheen planted his feet and pulled against Dean’s hand in a bit of panic, “What do you mean ‘your place?’ Who are you? Where are you taking me?” Dean stopped and looked at Lasheen, entrancing him with her smile, “I’m Dean. Dean Dannils. I told you that.” Then Dean backed Lasheen up against a bookshelf and leaned over him in a very seductive manner and in a voice dripping with lustful desire said, “And Yeah, I said, ‘My Place.’ I’m gonna take you there and make sure you’re very satisfied.” Lasheen blushed and tried to look away from Dean, but couldn’t quite make his eyes move from the captivating orbs in front of him. This is weird, he thought. Dean suddenly grabbed Lasheen’s nose and lightly slapped his cheek laughing, “I’m not gonna do you kid! You’re gay! Besides, I can’t take you back yet. I don’t believe that guy has learned his lesson! So common!” Dean lead Lasheen out of the building and back to her car. Though he had a sinking feeling in his stomach, Lasheen followed Dean willingly. She was right. Neil hadn’t learned his lesson yet. Neil stopped running to catch his breath. No one had seen Lasheen. “Damn it, Lasheen, where are you?” No one in the restaurant they had been in remembered seeing either one after they left the establishment, and no one on the street had the slightest idea as to who or what he had been talking about. “God! Maybe I should just go home!” Neil shrugged at no one in particular. He knew he wasn’t going to go home. No one was there, and he was really horny. On reflection Neil thought that now would be the perfect time to go home considering the state of mind he was in. He looked around him one last time, to see if he could recognize anyone who might have seen where Lasheen went. Neil spotted someone watching him from across the street. It was a young Asian American, at least he assumed the man was American, leaning against the wall with one foot on it, his arms were crossed, and he simply stood there with a small taunting smile playing on his face. The man seemed to have noticed that Neil saw him watching because he pushed off from the wall and dropped his hands to his sides. There they both stood, on opposite sides of the street, almost challenging each other. Reguchi-san smiled at the bald blonde across the street from him. “What a moron” he stated matter-of-factly and turned to walk back to where his motorcycle was parked. It was time to go home. Neil ran across the street and called out to Reguchi-san, “Hey! Wait!” Reguchi-san ignored him until Neil actually grabbed his shoulder. “Hey!” Reguchi-san turned and looked coldly at Neil who hesitated. What had he wanted to say? Stop looking at me? “What’s your problem,” Reguchi-san demanded. Neil tightened his grip on the Asian man’s shoulder thinking, that’s my line. “Why were you watching me?” Reguchi-san smiled and raised an eyebrow, “Because you’re amusing. Or, should I say, you were entertaining to watch.” Neil already didn’t like this guy, but he couldn’t help admiring his features. The man had long silvery-black hair that fell in smooth strands across his left eye, his black eyes glittered mischievously under thin dark eyelashes. The man was even wearing a wife-beater, so as Neil tried to ignore how sinewy, lean, and barely covered his torso was, he tried to remind himself that he was only looking at the man that way because he was so full of natural chemicals. Neil also decided to try one last time, “By any miracle of a chance, have you seen..” “Lasheen?” Reguchi-san interrupted. Neil looked hard at the other man in surprise, “How did you..” Reguchi-san shrugged and smacked Neil’s hand off his shoulder as he interrupted again, “Know you were gonna say that? Because you’ve been running up and down the street yelling his name and asking everyone you see. Besides, I saw you nearly get into the fight and completely leave him behind afterwords.” Neil grabbed the man by his flimsy torso covering and asked, in a threatening tone, “Does that mean you know where he is?” Reguchi-san simply smiled and nonchalantly replied, “I might.” Neil let go of the wife beater and grabbed the other man’s wrists forcing them above his head and the man against the nearest wall, “You had better tell me where he is, if you know, or I’m going to rape you.” Neil wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t mean that last statement. All he needed to do was find Lasheen. Everything would be all right as soon as he found him. Reguchi-san looked at the man disgustedly, “Good God, with all these people around I’m amazed you’d even say that!” Neil shrugged, “They wouldn’t care even if I actually followed through with it. It’s a Friday night, and the more interesting the weekend the more they’ll have to talk about on Monday and reminisce about throughout the week trying to convince themselves that time is going by faster because they are.” Reguchi-san shook his head as best he could pressed so forcefully against the wall and said with a bit of challenge to his voice, “In any case, even if I knew for certain where the boy was, I wouldn’t tell you! I mean, if this is how you treat perfect strangers, there’s no telling how you treat him. Besides, the kid has to be like, what, 16? If you had sex with him at all it would be statutory rape!” Neil tried to keep his cool, but with all the chemicals in him and the annoyance this man was causing him, he wanted to either fight him or ... “I’ll have you know he is 22 years old and I’m only 19. Meaning, he’s older than I am! And if you’re not going to tell me, then...” Dean opened the door to her house. Yes, it was hers. She owned it. Hard work and no play for 5 years had done that for her, and she was proud of it. Not proud enough to brag though. As far as anyone else knew she only rented it or was being lent it by someone else. It was a nice three story, plus attic and basement house. On the outside it looked a little shabby with trees that hadn’t been trimmed in years, a lawn that could use a good mow, and a bit of old tan and brown paint that could be stripped and repainted. The sidewalk leading up to the house was cracked here and there and there were tell tale signs that the walkway had been hand crafted by the previous owner, or maybe someone before them. Dean considered it only a walkway for now, but would soon as she felt like it, update the silly thing. She might even keep the hand printed cement bits and the specially crafted stones in a box in her attic so that if someone came back looking to see what the house they used to live in looked like, they could collect their keepsakes. For now, though, Dean felt no pride for the outside look of her house, and was fine with that. It was the inside that she had to live in. When she opened the door the first thing Lasheen noticed was the color. The whole interior of the house was a deep crimson. He never imagined that red could be a soothing color, but he found the interior almost comforting, like it was ready to welcome him. The next thing Lasheen noticed was the humongous carmine couch. The living room itself was extraordinarily large, but the couch took up half of the room! It was a half circle facing the South side of the room, which was to the right when you entered the house from the main entrance. The couch had a couple cup holders and small table like sections built right into it. It faced a 57” flat screen television which was also a deep red to match the decor of the rest of the room. The television was mounted on the wall above a really nice red television stand. There were two redwood cabinets on either side of the television that stood as tall as the ceiling that was full with CDs, DvDs, Blue-Ray DvDs, consoles, games and other miscellaneous entertainment. The lighting in the room consisted of stringed lights all around the ceiling and halfway down the walls in the corners of the room. There was a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling that wasn’t over the top. It only complimented the room with it’s crimson metalwork and silver trimmings. The only thing that didn’t seem too ridiculously large or expensive was the small wooden table standing next to the door. The little table was very simple. It only had one little drawer and it wasn’t even stained or treated at all. Dean tossed her keys onto the little table and walked in behind Lasheen, who she had let in ahead of her. Lasheen slowly walked forward as Dean moved around him to go into an adjacent room strait ahead of them. Lasheen watched her turn on a light in what appeared to be a dining room at first glance. Lasheen looked to his left and studied the door absentmindedly. Another door to another room. He felt like a kitten in a new place. He wanted to explore the whole house. The room door he was looking at was ornately decorated, but he didn’t look too closely at most of the decorations, only the sign above it that read, ‘Shag Room.’ Was she serious? Right where her guests could see? Actually, some of his dorm mates might find the placement perfect. Lasheen gave himself a half hug, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, and walked around the couch so he could sit down. Dean came back out from the other room and asked him if he would like something. At first, Lasheen was going to say that he wouldn’t like anything, fearing poison or date rape or what have you, stupid person, but then his stomach growled and he realized he desperately wanted something to eat. “Do you have anything I could eat that’s maybe wrapped in plastic or something?” Dean considered him for a moment and replied, “I guess it makes sense that you wouldn’t trust me yet, but isn’t that question a little rude?” Lasheen held his aching stomach and shrugged not looking at Dean, “I suppose, but I’d rather be rude than poisoned or drugged.” Dean smiled, “You’re obviously upset. Why don’t you just forget about being slipped something and let me make you a real meal. I promise that if you eat it it’ll only take 5 minutes to prepare!” Lasheen relaxed and looked at Dean. “Isn’t that a little backwards? If you make it in 5 minutes would I promise to eat it, right?” Dean’s eyes glazed over as Lasheen spoke. He sighed, “Yes, I guess I’ll eat it.” Dean disappeared back into the other room chirping, “Good! Not allergic to anything are you?” Lasheen murmured, “Only my father.” “What was that?” “Nothing! I’m not allergic to anything!” Marylyn had stopped at home first to see if Dean had gone strait home, but, of course, she hadn’t. “Oh! Where could she be?!” She drove her bright pink and dark purple SUV back down University to see if maybe she had gone back to where she had left her alone with Reguchi earlier. How could she have left her?! It was Dean’s only completely off day this month and she had spent it, well, truthfully she had spent most of her day with Marylyn. Going to various shops and cafes and fun little places buying things for her. Dean was so wonderful to her. She would watch Marylyn run up to a shop window pointing at some little trinket or piece of jewelry she liked, and Dean would just smile and follow her into the store to pick it up. She knew Dean worked really hard for her money, but if she didn’t want to get her things she didn’t have to! Marylyn decided she would only drive by, at first, but then she saw a crowd of people near the light and she decided to park and see what the commotion was all about. Maybe Dean found that moronic guy from earlier and they had started fighting! The only way that would be better would be if Dean were fighting someone over her! Marylyn squealed happily at the thought of her girlfriend fighting someone over her. Marylyn hurried out of the car and ran over to the huge crowd of people gathered, trying to push her way through to see who was fighting who. She heard a lot of people yelling taunts to the two fighting, but couldn’t get a clear idea of who it was what was fighting! Pushing her way through the crowd Marylyn suddenly felt a pressure on her butt like someone was grabbing it. She screamed! Reguchi-san pulled away from Neil and kicked him in the face hoping he’d finished the fight. He then turned and walked through the parting crowd till he found Marylyn cowering down in the middle of the group. Reguchi-san spit some blood out, “Marylyn, get up. Do you need me to take you home?” The crowd gasped and Reguchi-san turned just in time to catch a punch from Neil in the side. Marylyn looked up and sighed. So it wasn’t Dean after all. “Oh well,” Marylyn shrugged, stood up, and went back to her car. She was almost two blocks away when she heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights of the police heading up University toward the fight. “Hah. Serves him right! Maybe he’ll be arrested and Dean and I can have some quiet time alone tonight!” Lasheen looked at the television, but barely watched what was showing on the screen. It was cartoons. Granted, it was adult cartoons, but it was still a cartoon. It was about assassins or something. How silly it was that this fully grown woman was watching some stupid cartoon. Lasheen vaguely wondered if the house was actually Dean’s mother or father’s second home and they just wanted their looser of a daughter out of their basement. He knew he was just stereotyping her, but honestly! Only nerdy, Dungeons and Dragons playing, computer hacking, comic book reading, basement dwelling, sociopaths watched anime. At least the food was good. He had eaten as much as he had wanted of the dinner she had made, and then had some strawberry ice cream and shortcake after. He was full and at least a little happy. Dean had sat him down in her huge comfortable carmine couch and given him everything he asked for to be comfortable. Then she had sat down a little ways to his right and remotely started whatever had already been in the DvD player. Now that he knew all they were going to do was watch stupid cartoons he felt a little more at ease. Lasheen even started to feel a little sleepy, which always made him just a little sad to begin with, but then he started thinking about the night’s happenings again and that made him feel even worse. Watching from around the corner as that person gave Neil some stupid advice. Listening as Neil didn’t reject the stupid advice, but going out with him anyway. They went to a nice restaurant. Neil was very kind and spoke softly and kindly and even told him to forget about that person and his stupidity, but even so. Was Neil going to take the advice after the date? “OI!” Dean called out to Lasheen, “You ought not to look so sad! You’ll bring the whole world down on top of you!” Lasheen tried not to cry, but the whole world seemed to already be on top of him, “Sorry.” Dean reached a hand out and placed it on Lasheen’s head, “Don’t say that! I mean, what’s got you so down anyway? Your sister in a coma? Did you loose all your memories and now someone’s around reminding you of your sorted past? Did your father have someone bring you to his secret underground governmental facility just to do his bidding? Did someone kill your twin sister to make your angelic self come out? Of course, if they did, then death shall occur!” “Why?” “Because incest is gross!” Lasheen stared at the woman sitting next to him. Random. He started to laugh and at first tried to stifle it, but it broke free. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep from laughing. It was ridiculous! Nothing she had just said was either funny or made sense, but he just kept laughing! Dean watched Lasheen quietly. Such a pretty child. What kept him down? Sure the idiot who called her a bitch left him, but was that really all? If it was, the kid had an easy life. Still, it really didn’t seem like that was it. The red string of destiny. Dean shook her head to remove thoughts of the L word from her mind. They didn’t love each other. No one loved anyone. It was all just a farce. Still, I want to keep him. I want to protect him. Why am I drawn to this boy? Or am I? Am I just playing out a fantasy? Reality sucks. “Well, at least your happy now,” Dean sighed, “I’m a bit confused, though.” Lasheen wiped tears from his eyes and looked at Dean, “You’re confused? Nothing you just said made any sense and I, oh! You’re random! Its ridiculous! And you said it all with a strait face!” He laughed some more. Dean tried to pretend she was a little insulted, but couldn’t help a smile forming on her pursed lips. Dean whipped around and placed a knee on the couch between Lasheen’s legs. She put her hands on either side of his head and leaned in close to his face, “Its Manders, right?” Lasheen drew in a long breath as he stared wide eyed at the woman suddenly way too close to him. He swallowed hard, and opened his mouth to reply, but never got the chance. “DEEEAAAN!” Dean’s eyes snapped wide open and she stood turning toward the kitchen area, “JJ?!” Marylyn hit her in a full run. Dean hit the ground with Marylyn on top of her crying in her arms, “I can’t believe you left me!! With Reguchi, no less! He could have taken me and you wouldn’t have been around to save me! Why’d you leave me, for a boy no less!!” Dean was getting annoyed with her whining, “Aw shut up!” Marylyn gasped and sat up covering her mouth with her hand. Dean sat up and grabbed Marylyn’s chin lightly brushing away the other woman’s hand, “You know I hate it when you cry.” Dean kissed Marylyn then. She wrapped her arms around Marylyn and held her tightly. Lasheen blushed and turned looking away from the two woman making out on the floor in front of him. A small moan issued from Marylyn and Dean broke the kiss. She stood up and helped Marylyn up while looking at Lasheen saying, “Listen, we’re gonna disappear for a bit. Baby girl needs some comforting, you know? So, just watch some tele and I’ll take you home after, alright?” Lasheen didn’t really want to stay alone in the large room while they had sex in the adjacent room labeled “Shag Room,” but what else could he do? Its not like he could demand to be taken home right this very second! “Y..yeah.” Dean smiled at him and guided her girlfriend away. Marylyn immaturely stuck her tongue out at Lasheen as she passed him. You see, she will always choose me over anyone else! Lasheen sat watching the television for only a few seconds before extreme unease overtook him and he had to stand up. He decided that now would be a good chance to do that exploring he’d wanted to do earlier. The main living room he was standing in had five doors in it. The first, second and fourth doors we already know about. The front entrance to the house, the “Shag Room,” and the door way leading to the dining room. There was a doorway that lead upstairs to the second level (that is, if you don’t count the basement and then it would be third level), it didn’t even have an actual door on it. The stairs were nothing to write home about either. Then there was the door to the right of the stairs. It wasn’t decorated and almost looked out of place in the large room, as it was so very plain. Lasheen opened the door and looked in expecting a bathroom or closet, but instead he found a bedroom. He walked in and turned on a light closing the door behind him so that Dean and her lover wouldn’t know he wasn’t in the living room. Not that he figured they were paying any attention to where he was. It was a simple room that continued the oddly not quite out of placeness that the door to it started. There was a queen sized bed with it’s head against the far wall, right under a sideways long window. It was all very plain. Even the bed was an unastonishing tan color. There were clothes in small piles randomly strewn across the room. It seemed quite comfortable. There was a small side table on either side of the bed against the wall. The one on the left side was empty except for a little clutter, the one on the right side of the bed held a lamp and an old telephone that attached to the wall. At the foot of the bed was a chest that was as wide but not quite as tall as it was. Not that it was immediately recognized as anything more than a pile of clothes. There was even a small book shelf against a wall that was very over full with books. Lasheen snooped further and looked in the closet to the right of the entrance. There were some decent men’s dress clothes hanging up with some t-shirts, jeans and every day wear clothes. A long dresser ran along the entire back wall of the closet/room. The dresser only stood about 2 and a half or three feet tall and came forward three feet as well. Most of it’s drawers were empty, but it did have a few boxers and wife beaters. Lasheen blushed as he looked at the undergarments, wondering what kind of man wore them. He backed out of the closet and closed it again looking to his right. There was a second door on the wall to his right, so he opened it. A very simple and extremely clean bathroom stood proudly before him. There was a small white sink with antibacterial soap foam sitting on it and a mirrored cabinet above it. A normal sized white toilet sat right in front of the door and a small shower was in the far corner facing another door. He opened the mirrored cabinet and found typical male things inside. A strait razor lay next to it’s soap and some nice smelling aftershave, which Lasheen took with him out the second door in the bathroom which was to his left. Lasheen breathed in the aftershave. “Like a stupid teenaged girl smelling someone’s shirt and trying to imagine what they look like. I’ll probably be really disappointed if I ever see him. Still...” Lasheen whispered to himself, and blushed again smiling. He looked around at the room he was now standing in. To his left was a long table with fruit and vegetables on it, but it was odd. The table didn’t seem to be supported by anything. Nothing at all. No legs were under it when Lasheen passed his hand beneath it, and it didn’t seem to be up against the wall. It was levitating. There was a circular dining table with 6 chairs around it in front of him. This room was all black and white. From the tiles on the floor to the patterned wall-paper everything was either black or white unless it was organic. The kitchen was behind a buffet bar next to the dining room table, and was barely worth looking at. Very standard. Very monochromatic. There was a pantry to his left when he stood in the kitchen and at the back of the pantry was a laundry room just big enough for the washer and dryer and a few baskets of clothes. Lasheen decided to go upstairs. There were seven doors here. He tried the door that was in front of him as he exited the first layer of stairs. It had a small sign hanging on it that said, “Warning: Radioactive Ninjas, Do Not Enter,” and was painted purple with lime green circular stripes on it. The door was locked and he heard someone moan from the other side of the door, “What is it?” Lasheen backed away from the door quickly and shook his head, “Nothing! Sorry!” He determined it was a bedroom for someone else living in the house. How many people lived here? Following the wall to his right was another door which he tried quietly, but was painted the same colors as the first door and was similarly locked. The next door was labeled, “Utility Closet,” and had holiday stickers all over it. Lasheen looked inside the room, but it only appeared to be a storage area. The next door hid a medium sized bathroom with a shower and a bathtub in it as well as toilet and sink. The door on the wall to the right was painted magenta with butterflies covering it in different colors. It was locked as well, but he could hear soft music issuing from behind the door. The last unexplored door wasn’t even a door, but swinging saloon doors. It was a party room. In one corner was a television with consoles connected to it. Another corner had a large computer in it. In the center of the room was a pool table. There was a bar and alcohol in the far left corner of the room. Lasheen looked in the cabinets against the walls. They contained games, video, computer and board. Lasheen shook his head. “Does no one read books in this house?” Lasheen paused and smelled the aftershave again very glad no one was around to see him acting so dumb. Still, a guy can fantasize, right? The house was odd. Every room had it’s own colors and every floor felt different. Lasheen went upstairs again. There were four doors here and a trapdoor on the ceiling leading to the attic, Lasheen assumed. On this floor the first thing Lasheen noticed was the entire wall in front of him was glass with french doors leading to an inside above ground pool. Was this woman a complete moron? She couldn’t have a pool on the third floor of a house! It would fall through and kill anyone below it! There was no way this house was built to accommodate such a thing! Lasheen clutched the aftershave to his chest and convinced himself that the sensible and intelligent man who wore the aftershave knew the pool was there and wasn’t worried about it so he shouldn’t worry about it either. Lasheen then turned around and looked at the kitchen on this floor. It was an interesting set up. Why was there a second kitchen here on the third floor? Maybe it was once an apartment? Lasheen thought he remembered seeing stairs on the outside of the building. He looked around the kitchen for another door leading outside, but, beyond reminding Lasheen of an old woman’s home kitchen, there was nothing noticeable in the room. Lasheen examined the door across from the kitchen. It was pink. Pink and frilly with all different kinds of flowers and even some kiss prints on it. A lovely hand made sign on the door read, “Marylyn,” and Lasheen wondered vaguely if that was Dean’s girlfriend’s name. He wasn’t sure he wanted to look in that room. The only other unexplored door was that floor’s bathroom. It was very girly, with flowers, rubber ducks, perfumes, hair accessories, make up, tampons, lotions, oils and bathroom mats. Lasheen actually liked this bathroom, except the tampon bit. He could have used less of that. He left the Bathroom and decided to open the trap door and go all the way up stairs. When Lasheen got up into the attic he found a door and two walls surrounding him. They were flimsy looking walls that may have been put up only for privacy reasons. “This is Dean’s room.” Lasheen noted to himself. The door didn’t have any signs on it. Neither did the walls. The door looked like an old rotting door Dean had picked off of a shack in the woods or something and Lasheen couldn’t say much better of the walls, though both served their purpose and he could not see what was beyond them. There was a padlock on the door. It was funny, but that was the only sort of doorknob or opening device on the door. It also held the door quite firmly closed. Lasheen looked at the padlock wondering if he could determine the combination by what little he knew of the woman. It was on 0 right now. He smiled and tried 5 right, 7 left, 4 right. It didn’t open, though. Lasheen counted again. 5 doors on the first floor, 7 doors on the second floor, 4 doors and the trap door on the third. Oh! She probably counted the trap door as a door. 5,7,5. Still didn’t open. He thought some more. Maybe he was wrong about her. I mean, who would use the number of doors in their house as a combination. Lasheen suddenly realized there were two doors on the first floor that he was not counting. 7,7,5. He walked into the room and gasped. There were books everywhere. All different kinds, biographies, manuals, graphic novels, fantasy, romance, history, children’s, etc. It was amazing! There were shelves to the ceiling full of books and piles of books on the floor and all around the double bed. Of course, the coloring of the room was red again, but looked as if it could very easily be changed to different colors. Maybe she had a different color for every day of the week? Dean seemed like an interesting person. Marylyn was curled up under the blankets, already asleep from her nights excursions while Dean showered. Lasheen was dozing on the couch, having explored as much as he could long ago. Dean came out of the Shag Room in a man’s blue robe. She shut the television off and turned on some music, soft, classical music. Dean sat down next to Lasheen who smiled at her and readjusted himself so that he was sitting up better than he had been when he was dozing a minute ago. Dean closed her eyes and leaned her head against the back of the couch throwing her long hair over the back. They sat in silence for a minute. Lasheen stared at Dean. He realized that the person he had been picturing while smelling the after shave he’d put back in the bathroom looked a lot like Dean did. He held his hand in front of his eyes so that he was covering Dean’s breasts from view. She looked like she might be able to pull of being a man. Sure, she’d be slightly femme for a guy, but what was wrong with that!? Lasheen put his hand in his lap and looked at it as though it held some secret that only he could see. “Dean,” Lasheen vocalized and Dean opened her eyes and looked at him without turning her head, “Have you ever considered getting a sex change?” Dean sighed closing her eyes and leaned forward resting her head in her hand, “Yeah, but I hear raping little boys up the butt is wrong.” Lasheen sat bolt up right strait on the couch, “W..What!?” Dean opened her eyes again, “So you’ve never heard that either? See? I figure its just hear-say.” Lasheen couldn’t believe she had just said that! How disgusting! Even as a joke that was too much! “You.. You shouldn’t say things like that!” Dean shifted her gaze to Lasheen, “Why? Were you hoping to be first in line s be raped when I get my sex change? I understand your disappointment, but don’t worry, it seems to me that other people would be glad to rape you in my place.” Lasheen glared at Dean, “That’s not funny." Dean shrugged, “It was to me, but I suppose I can put it in my memory files that you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did. Later, though, later.” Lasheen looked at her and cocked his head to the side, “What do you mean by later?” “Means I’ll make you laugh later.” Lasheen felt bad all of the sudden. Had she only said those stupid things to make him laugh? “Alright, fine, but no more rape. It’s never funny.” Dean frowned, “It is sometimes,” she muttered. “Never,” Lasheen replied. “Fine.” Lasheen grinned at Dean, who found him quite enduring. “So, why’d you ask about the sex change thing? And by the way, yes I have thought about it, but I kinda don’t believe in altering myself. My body was given to me special just the way I am and stuff bla bla bla. I don’t wanna is the end result. Forget my beliefs for now they’re irrelevant. Why’dja ask?” Lasheen looked at Dean and she couldn’t help but notice his big green eyes and how gorgeous they looked underneath his long thick lashes. “I guess because you’re gay and all, and there are a lot of us who change genders just because we can.” Current Mood: accomplished | | 7:22 pm |
Before editing. It's 20some pages. Good-luck nugits!
“Are you changing your gender?” “No. I would never.” “Why?” “I think its dumb.” Dean raised her eyebrows in astonishment, “Really? That, hmm. Why?” Lasheen smiled and giggled, “Because there’s nothing wrong with being a boy in love with another boy!” Dean smiled and shook her head, “Most people don’t get sex changes because they’re ashamed of being gay.” Lasheen, who honestly didn’t realize there could be another reason for getting a sex change looked unhappily at Dean, “Really? What other reason could there be?” “Because you honestly believe you were born in the wrong body. Like you’re a lesbian stuck in a man’s body or that you’re a man stuck in a woman’s body. Stuff like that.” Lasheen nodded. Not exactly intelligent conversation, but he didn’t really get the stuff most people called intelligent anyway. He relaxed against the couch and sighed. “I like your house. Its really big though.” Dean could smell the aftershave on Lasheen. “I can identify that you’ve been wandering, especially in other people’s bathrooms. You didn’t come in with that aftershave smell on you.” He turned his face away trying to hide it from her mumbling something incoherent. He really couldn’t think of anything to say, but felt like saying something. Thus translated; incoherent jumble. “Well, I did promise to take you home after. Would you like me to take you somewhere?” Lasheen hadn’t thought about leaving for about an hour now. It was odd. He still didn’t feel like he was in any rush to get out of the place. “Well, I,” pause, “It’s not like,” another pause, “I don’t need,” pause again. Lasheen couldn’t think of a good reply. “I can’t walk home, so I guess,” Lasheen muttered unhappily. Dean looked at him sideways, “You don’t sound like you want to leave. Could it be that you wish to stay here?” Lasheen curled himself up and stared at the floor in front of him. Of course I do... I just don’t know when. Dean laughed out loud and pat Lasheen’s head. “I knew you wanted to be raped!” Lasheen glared at Dean and nearly shouted, “I told you that’s not funny! Sex is sex! Its not supposed to be used to hurt people or use for your own selfish pleasure! Its an experience to share with the one you love most in all the world! Rape is evil! It’s not to be laughed at or even made into a joke!” He sat glaring as hard as he could at Dean who, though surprised at the outburst, smiled calmly and replied, “But Love is temperamental. Can you really tell me that rape is not a form of love itself?” Lasheen shook his head firmly saying, “No.” “Can a person not love the one they rape?” “No!” “Can a rape victim not love the one that rapes them?” “NO!” Lasheen started to cry. “No! No! No! Its not love if you force it on someone! Its just selfish! You’re only doing what you want to do without any regard for anyone else’s feelings or happiness! Love is soft and gentle and has nothing to do with selfishness!” Dean looked at Lasheen not sure what to do. When Marylyn cried she just gave her something else to think about. She couldn’t do that with this boy. At a loss, Dean finally decided to hug the boy and apologize, “I’m a jerk. Don’t listen to me. I don’t believe anything I just said either. I was just arguing to argue. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry?” Dean had wanted to argue her point, but felt too bad about making Lasheen cry to do so. I’m a bad person, she thought to herself. Lasheen slowly stopped crying. It wasn’t right what she said! It wasn’t right what that person said! They were both idiots! But, she wasn’t like that person. He wasn’t mad at her like he was at the other one. She hadn’t tried to convince Neil that he should rape him. She wouldn’t do something like that. Lasheen liked Dean. He liked her more than he would ever like Neil’s friend. And he felt something else. Something deeper. Something he didn’t even feel very much of toward Neil. Lasheen pushed away from Dean and wiped at his eyes while he suggested, “Let’s talk about something else.” Dean wiped at the tears clinging to her robe and soaking into it. He’s so pure his tears are burning. “So, you’re a virgin then, eh?” Lasheen turned bright red and slammed his palm onto the couch yelling, “Something else, please!” “Fine! What do you want to talk about, virgin?” “Being a virgin is not a bad thing!” “No, but it is fun to see your face go all red and stuff.” Dean beamed at him. “What kind of movies do you like?” Lasheen asked to start a new conversation. “Porn.” Dean stated simply. “Okay, what kind of music do you like?” He tried. “Goth mostly, but there are good things by the popular people. Mostly anything that goes well with sex.” Lasheen stared at Dean in disbelief, “What kind of books do you read?” “Anything that helps me get off.” “Did you go to collage?” “Yes. Here.” “What did you major in?” “Psychology.” Lasheen brightened up! He thought for sure she was going to say something like, “Sexual Education” or even “physical education” or something that could be made into a double entendre. “Really? What made you choose that?” Dean didn’t have to think about this question. She’d answered it honestly for a long time now. Many times, “Because I hate people.” Lasheen was taken aback. “Because you hate people? What people? Who?” Dean leaned her back against the couch, relaxing, “No one in particular. Just people. Everyone and anyone. I’m not a favoritist.” Lasheen turned to face Dean pulling his legs up under him, “Everyone? Aren’t you generalizing a bit? Does that mean you hate me?” Dean shrugged, “No. You’ve been upgraded to a person of interest. I loathe your boyfriend, though. Just letting you know.” Lasheen felt a bit angry at this, “You don’t even know him.” “I don’t have to. He called me a bitch. Would you like something to drink? I’ve got carbonated beverages in the fridge if you’d like one.” Dean stood up and made her way to the kitchen. She brought back several drink choices for Lasheen, but he picked up the water. Damn. She’d wanted the water. Dean sat back down opening a Mug of Root Beer. “Yup, I hate everyone, but wanna fuck most people.” Lasheen spit out the water he had been drinking, “Wh.. wha.. b.. but you,” he sputtered and coughed. “You alright? Breathe. Just breathe.” Dean watched, amused, as Lasheen cleared his lungs of the water he’d accidently inhaled. “Y.. How did you come to the conclusion that because you hate people you want to study their psyche?” Dean thought for a moment. Most people gave up on “Why did you choose psychology?” It was interesting that this boy would continue. “I guess because I wanted to understand why I hate them. I think I should have gone with culinary arts instead.” “Why? Did you not find your answer?” “I guess I did, but it made me hate people all that much more. Besides, I was a little distracted throughout collage.” Lasheen wasn’t sure how to continue the conversation. On the one hand he could ask about the distraction. That would probably be sex. Another way he could go was with a question pertaining to her age. Most women don’t answer that honestly, though. Was she already done with collage? Did she have a PHD? “Who was distracting you?” That was relatively safe, right? It couldn’t just be ‘sex.’ Dean frowned and her eyes misted over, “It doesn’t matter. What about you? What’s your major?” Lasheen shrugged, “I haven’t picked yet. I just like the cheerleading, but you can’t major in that. I thought about doing gymnastics, but in the end I didn’t really have the passion for it. Besides, unless you’re olympic, you can’t make a living out of it. I guess its business for now, but that stuff is really boring.” Dean’s eyes were no longer misted over. She stared at Lasheen as he spoke with something glittering in her eye, “So, you’re a cheerleader?” Lasheen brightened up and sat up more strait than he had before, “I’m cheer captain.” Dean’s smile reflected her mind’s evil, “So, does that mean you’re...” Lasheen realized his mistake, “No! I’m not fucking the football captain! Damn it! Does everything have to be sex with you!?” Dean nodded. “Don’t worry about it. That’s just how Dean is.” Dean turned and Lasheen looked past Dean to the front entrance on the house. There, in the open doorway, stood a tall Asian American man with long silvery black hair. He stood with his legs shoulder width apart and fists on his hips silhouetted by some light from the outside behind him. Dried blood was spattered on his face and his lip had a tear in it that was still dripping a bit. He looked like he’d just gotten finished fighting off a whole gang of people. It was an impressive sight. Lasheen felt awed. Dean tossed a Mug of Root Beer at the man. “Reguchi-san! I was just thinking about talking about you!” Reguchi-san caught the can and, walking forward, closed the door behind him. Dean pointed an accusing finger at Lasheen, “He stole your after cologne.” Reguchi-san grunted and Lasheen protested, “I didn’t steal it! I only looked at it! I didn’t know it was yours!” As he passed behind Dean he tossed her a set of hand cuffs and the keys to them over the couch, “Here, I got you a present.” Dean’s eyes got wide, “Hand cuffs? Did you fight a cop or something?” “No. See, some pervert was trying to take advantage of something sexy-as-hell, so I beat the crap out of the perv and took the cuffs.” “Did you get their number?” “The victim?” “No! The rapist! Duh!” “It was a dude.” “Shame, terrible awful shame.” Reguchi-san knelt down in front of Lasheen and brushed some hair out of the boy’s face. “You look alright to me. Besides being a little embarrassed. You’ll get used to that. I once woke up in an airport in nothing but my boxers because of Dean.” Reguchi-san smiled warmly, and Lasheen giggled. Dean objected, “You woke up in an airport parking lot with nothing but your boxers on, but you didn’t have to get out of the van with out anything else on! You had clothes on when we boarded the plain.” Reguchi shook his head at Lasheen. Not even when they boarded the plain. He turned smiling at Dean, “Hey, Dean, about this boy, let’s keep him.” Dean dropped her drink, “Nani!?” Lasheen’s jaw dropped, “What!?” Reguchi-san frowned at Dean, “Dude, what is up with that ‘nani’ shit?” Insulted and feeling a little intellectually superior Dean replied, “It means ‘what,’ crackhead, and in case you forgot ‘san’ and the end of your name basically means ‘Mr. Reguchi’ you dumb dumb-foot.” Reguchi-san gave Dean a ‘your so dumb’ type look and said, “Dude, you are so gay.” Dean leapt at Reguchi-san. She pinned him to the floor straddling him she grabbed his wife beater and hauled him up slightly off the floor, “Don’t you ever insult the nihongo! I am one smooth pimp who loves the pussy, and I’m not gay!” Reguchi-san shot back, “You’re a lesbian!” Dean put her face close to Reguchi-san’s and narrowed her eyes, “Don’t put me in with your crowd.” Reguchi-san narrowed his eyes in response, “I’m a violently strait guy!” Lasheen got off the couch and crouched down in front of both Dean and Reguchi-san. “Um, excuse me. Sorry, but what was that about keeping me?” They looked up at Lasheen together. Then they both attacked him at the same time as well! “Whoaa!” Lasheen was on his back with Reguchi-san and Dean on top of him now. Dean purred while sliding Lasheen’s shirt up, “Mmm, a truly fine specimen for you to be going gay over, Reguchi-san.” Reguchi-san licked Lasheen’s neck up to his lower jaw, “Fuck you, bitch.” They lay half on and half off Lasheen and continued their conversations. “He could have the shag room.” Dean offered. “Please, you practically live there already! Why not give him your room and take the Shagger yourself?” Dean sat up and Reguchi-san followed, “Alright, but what about his current housing status?” Reguchi-san shrugged, “That shouldn’t be too big a deal. I mean, he is still in school, so he might be living at home, or even just in the dorms. We could get him out of either easily! Besides, there’s a bigger concern to be considered.” Dean leaned forward and smiled with a dark sort of joy, “And what is the bigger problem, Reguchi-san?” When Dean had leaned forward Reguchi-san had finally noticed that her breasts had almost completely fallen out of the robe she was wearing. Dean’s breasts were large, round and pale, and Reguchi-san was a strait man. Most of her soft pink nipples were showing. Reguchi-san couldn’t help but pay attention to her chest as it gleamed in front of him, teasing. “His, uh, his, boob friend. BOY! Boyfriend! That’s..” Dean, confused, looked down at her own chest, “Oh! Hey! I’m practically falling out here! Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She fixed her clothes as Reguchi-san replied, “Why didn’t I notice earlier, that’s the question.” He ran a hand through his hair, and Dean noticed a red mark on his wrist that reminded her of the marks you get when cuffed. “Hey, what gender did you say that rape victim was?” Reguchi-san slowly lowered his arm thinking, “I dunno. It was dark, I guess.” Dean squealed and leapt at Reguchi-san again, “Its you! You’re he! He’s you! You got raped! Murdered! Doom! Oh-ho-ho! If only it were a woman! I’d go avenge your honor right now!” When Dean gets excited she starts spewing the first words that pop into her mind. Reguchi-san had tried to defend himself from her a bit, but what could he do? “Dean!” She held his arms and licked at his wrists. “You got raped,” She sang at him. Reguchi-san was a man who was in grand control of his physical self. He was able to control himself when Dean’s breasts were flopping out in front of him. That wasn’t horrible. He didn’t mind watching her long hair drape across her face, and run down her long back. It was fine. Her grey eyes peaking out from under short brown eyelashes were nothing at all. When it was just her plump pink lips by themselves he could completely ignore them. Though he had a thing for freckles they didn’t even get register with him when he looked at her lightly speckled face. He even kind of liked the way her nose looked. It had been broken a long time ago, and not even Reguchi-san knew who did it or how. Now, though, now he was having trouble. He tried not to watch as her tongue slid out from between those juicy lips to lick up his flesh wetting them as it did. Making them glisten in the soft light shining through her light brown hair. Her breasts had fallen partially out of the robe again and were goading him further with their ivory beauty. “De~an! You remember that contract you signed about not sexually teasing me? You are in close breach! Get off me!” Dean pouted a bit, but got off him immediately, “Yeah yeah. Stupid contract. Geex, Reguchi-san, you are such a whiny guy! In any case, was it horrible? Give me all your emo rage and horror that this could happen to you and all that gay shit!” Reguchi-san stood up with controlled speed, “I was not raped!” Dean put on a completely disbelieving face and tossed her hand over her shoulder as though throwing out what he had said, “Bull Hockey! If that were true you wouldn’t be coming home with hand cuff marks on your wrists and a story about a rapist!” Reguchi-san raised his voice a little, “I told you I kicked the pervert’s ass! Wouldn’t it make sense that there are red marks all over me!? Besides, we’ve got Lasheen here to worry about!” Lasheen, who had been spacing out on the floor suddenly realized something very important and jumped to a kneeling position in front of Reguchi-san, “Wait! How? How did you know my name?” Shit, Reguchi-san thought, I fucked up. “Hey,” said Dean unhelpfully, “Yeah, how did you know his name? I couldn’t remember it.” Reguchi-san made nervous noises and shuffled toward his room. “Gya... I, uhm, there was, you! Dean said,..Armm.” Dean jumped in and Lasheen looked at her, “Well! Its time for bed! Come along, Lasheen, dear! I shall shew thee unto thy room for the night. Sorry I couldn’t take you home tonight. I’ll do it in the morning before work, okay?” Lasheen furrowed his brow and turned back to Reguchi-san, but he was no longer in the room. Dean lead Lasheen up the stairs and had him follow her up the stairs to the room in the attic. She paused at the door. The padlock was not on 0 as she had left it. She opened the door and walked inside. “I see you’ve even been exploring up here.” Lasheen raised a shoulder in a half hearted shrug. Dean stared at him. Poor boy. There was something Reguchi wanted to tell her that affected this boy directly. “Well, in any case, let’s get you settled down. Don’t worry, I changed the sheets earlier this afternoon. It’s a fresh bed. Oh, and I don’t change the sheets without washing the blankets, so it really is clean. You can sleep naked if you want, there’s a deadbolt on the door, so no one will be able to come in on you, but that means you’ll have to wake up to the alarm, unless you want to be locked in when we leave in the morning.” Lasheen groaned. He wasn’t listening to Dean at all. Was it Neil? Did Neil rape Reguchi-san? What was going on? He wanted to see Neil, to see if he was as beat up as Reguchi-san was. And if he was? What then? He would get Neil’s side of the story, of course! He couldn’t just take the handsome stranger’s word for what happened! But, then, maybe it wasn’t Neil in the first place. Lasheen sat down on the bed. Dean watched him for a second, eager to get back to Reguchi-san and see why the kid’s “boob-friend” was a problem at all. Besides the fact that he was a douche. Lasheen didn’t move, though. He just sat there. Staring at the floor. “Do you want me to leave?” He didn’t answer her. She stood there considering her next move. Kneeling down she took Lasheen’s shoes and socks off, set them aside, and lifted his legs putting him onto the bed. She pulled the blankets up over him and tucked him in. She stood back upright and looked at him. He was crying again. Dean turned and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. What a troubled kid. Reguchi-san was in the 2nd floor’s shower when Dean went down the stairs. At first she wasn’t sure it was Reguchi-san, but when she tried the door and found it to be unlocked, she knew. She sat on the toilet and watched him through the frosted glass. “Sorry about earlier.” Reguchi-san looked over at her, “When?” Dean thought for a second, “The trip to Japan. I musta traumatized you horribly.” He grunted, “Its just kinda funny now.” Dean nodded, wether he could see her or not. “So, what was it you didn’t want to say in front of the kid?” Reguchi-san let the water run over him, “Why are you in here? I can’t get out if you’re in here.” Dean looked around and grabbed the first towel she saw, “That’s not true. We have three options. Option the first, you shut off the water and I hand you a towel. Option the second, I leave and you get out then. Option the third, I wrap a towel around my eyes and you get out anyway. Of course, you could just get out and not worry about me seeing you naked.” Reguchi-san shut off the water, “Toss me a towel, then.” Dean threw the towel into the shower. “Tell me now. Or I’ll kill you with your nose.” “With my? You don’t have to threaten me, you know! Is he asleep?” Reguchi-san asked. “He’s way out of it. Comatose, sorta. I think he’s upset about you getting raped.” Reguchi-san threw a washcloth at Dean, “I wasn’t raped! He only said he would rape me. Then we fought and the cops came and...” “Wait wait! Who? What!? It really was you?” “Well, yeah. Me and Lasheen’s boyfriend.” Reguchi-san wrapped the towel around his waist and got out of the shower and stood in front of the sink looking at the remaining cuts and bruises he could claim on his taxes. “The guy was running up and down campus yelling for Lasheen. I mean, he almost looked genuinely worried about him at first.” “But then he met you and decided that, ‘hey if I can’t find my boyfriend why not get my nookie from a strait guy off the street?’” “Creepily like that, actually. I mean, the guy practically admit he was going to have his way with the kid even if he didn’t want it.” Dean growled, “So when you searched his comatose body, did you find anything like date rape?” Reguchi-san turned around and leaned against the sink, “The hand cuffs. You have those. Besides, I didn’t get to search him at all. He was still quite awake when the cops came up and we had to scatter or risk arrest. I probably would have, though.” Dean sighed, “I hope you hurt him bad. Blasted hell. No wonder the kid got so unhappy when I mentioned rape. I bet he knew. At least a little. Now what, though. One of us has to tell him. It’s only right.” Reguchi-san assented. Neither one said anything for a bit, then Dean said, “Question.” Reguchi-san replied, “Shoot.” She stood up and walked to the wall and leaned against it, “Why do we care? Why protect him?” Reguchi-san looked at her blankly, “Why’d you bring him here? Besides, we’ve all been burned before. Why not care? Why not help him? Why can’t we protect him? I don’t know about you, and it may just be because I really don’t like his boyfriend, but I like Lasheen. I want to help him.” Dean shook her head, “That guy is scum! I can’t believe this is something we’re gonna have to tell anyone! How do you tell someone their boyfriend intended to rape them?” Outside the bathroom door Lasheen clenched his fists. He already knew. He had known before they left for the date that Neil was frustrated they hadn’t had sex yet, but Lasheen wasn’t ready. He wanted to know he was in love first and that the person he was going to do it with loved him. He wanted to have sex only with the one he would be with forever! “I’m just not sure yet!” He’d told Neil. Neil had grit his teeth and shook his head, “When? When will you be sure? When we’re 40 and I’m still with you?” 30 would do fine, Lasheen thought jokingly. They had been going out for a while now. It had been about eight months now, actually. “I think you should do it, Dean. I mean, you’re so good at the delicate things and all.” Lasheen listened to what they were saying behind the bathroom door. “Yeah, I’m real amazing at stuff like that. You know you have the tact that I lack. I’d be the one who just told him, Hey, you were about to be raped! and then watch as he goes back to the dick anyway. I have no convincing power.” No one needs to convince me of anything. “Yeah, but I’m no good at these things either. Maybe JJ can do it for us.” Dean laughed, “She’d chew him up and spit him out! She’s acting like I’m screwing him. She’d relish the opportunity to make him suffer. Kevin could.” This time Reguchi-san laughed, “Not even you know what Kevin would say. Radioactive ninjas. Hah!” They weren’t saying anything interesting anymore. Just debating on who would tell him the news. Lasheen went back to the attic and undressed. He’d found some pajama pants that fit him well enough. He put them on and slipped back into the bed. It was comfortable enough. He wiped his face on the pillows to dry his tears. He wasn’t really going to do it, though, was he? Lasheen pulled the blankets up over his head. He would never know now, and he was happy keeping it like that. Lasheen looked around. He was wearing his favorite hoodie sweater and jean pants with the butterfly print on the side of the right leg. This place, he wasn’t sure where he was. It was dull and grey. Where was everyone? “Lasheen?” Neil called out to him. Lasheen turned around, “Neil!” He ran to his boyfriend and hugged him, “Oh Neil! You wouldn’t believe the horrible things people were saying about you! Strangers were telling me things! I don’t believe it though! I won’t believe it! You would never hurt me like that.” Neil held Lasheen tightly. Lasheen started to get a little uncomfortable. He squirmed. Neil’s grip tightened. “You’re hurting me.” Lasheen tried to push away from Neil, but he couldn’t. “Lasheen. Don’t you love me?” Neil was holding him too tightly now, “No! Let go! I don’t want to! I’m scared!” Neil lifted Lasheen off the ground and threw him to the floor. “Don’t you want me?” Lasheen turned around and started to get up, but Neil grabbed him from behind. “Don’t you want to be with me?” Lasheen struggled, trying to get away. “NO! Stop it! Help!” Lasheen was suddenly stripped of his clothing, “No! Don’t do it! Help me! Reguchi-san! Help! Please!” He cried. “Anyone! Help me!” Neil held him down, “Don’t worry. I’m right here.” Lasheen screamed. “DEAN!” Lasheen sat up in bed sweat mixing with tears as it streamed down his face. He was breathing hard. It was dark. He was in an unfamiliar place. “Don’t worry. I’m right here.” Lasheen gasped and looked toward the sound of the voice that spoke. Dean was sitting at the end of the bed on a chair. She had some paper and a writing utensil on her lap sitting on a clipboard. She was also wearing glasses. Dean sighed, “I guess that’s that. Man! I can’t believe you woke up on Dean. I had a good feeling about ‘Reguchi’ too, ah well.” “I didn’t mean to.” Lasheen mumbled. “Oh, don’t worry about that! Not everyone has the foresight to know they’ll be screaming my name when they first meet me!” She took her glasses off and winked at Lasheen, then walked over and sat on the bed beside him. “So, you wanna tell me about your dream?” Lasheen fell forward onto Dean’s soft chest and cried, “Its not fair! I don’t understand it! I feel fine with you! I don’t even know you, but I already trust you far more than I even trust him! I knew! I knew all about tonight, but I still wanted to trust him! I wanted too, but I didn’t even act like I did! I couldn’t help myself, all I did was cry, like he’d already done it to me! But we’d gone to that idiot’s house and he told Neil.. He said I owed him! I owed him sex because we’d been going out so long! I’m so glad you saved me! And I’m sorry he attacked Reguchi-san! I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry.. but I love him still. At least, I think I do.” A very surprised Dean had caught Lasheen and held him in a loose hug, but she had been at a bad angle to hold him up very long. Now she felt the strenuous pull of gravity hauling down on her. She listened to the boy’s words and felt a strange spark in her heart. A cold heart, long ago dead from underuse, and this boy threw a spark in it. Though, Dean herself didn’t even realize it. She held the sobbing boy and strained to hold them both up against gravity’s eternal pull. No matter how strong she was, fatigue and gravity would always win out in the end. Dean fell backwards, pulling Lasheen along with her. He didn’t seem to notice or care, though and continued to sob into her robe clad chest. Dean waited a second with wide eyes, waiting for him to get up and remove his warmth from her cold dark body, but he didn’t. The pure boy continued to lay on top of her enjoying the comfort she somehow gave him. She knew things he didn’t. She knew what she was like. She would destroy this pure thing given half the chance and a truly foul mood. Lasheen hugged Dean tighter to reassure himself that this was real. That someone was really there that cared for him. Dean smiled softly, closed her eyes and pet Lasheen’s head. I’m not evil. I won’t harm him. For he is mine and no one else’s. Axe turned around to the sound of his door being slammed shut with a force that rattled even the silver ware in the drawers. “OI! Leave my door out of your moodiness!” Neil yelled back at him, “Shut up!” Oh, so Neil was back. He walked into the front room talking as he did, “Say what? Oh, so I see the little brat wasn’t as good as you thought he would be.” Neil rolled his eyes, “That’s not it.” Axe turned on a good light so he could see his friend clearly, there was something odd about him. “Oh my god! Neil! What happened,” Axe yelled when he saw his friend’s beaten, scraped and bruised face. Neil looked at his friend with the only good eye he had at the moment. Alexander Bratton. When they were very young Neil himself had given Axe his true name. Axe was Axe, now and would be forever. Even is headstone would read so. Axe stood with an air of seduction around him. Though Neil was somewhat taller than he was, Axe seemed to be looking down at him. Could have been the hooker boots he was wearing. Yes, Axe wore hooker boots. Black shorts with straps and chains built into and hanging off them, black cotton evening gloves with holes where the fingers go, a tight black fishnet shirt that only came down to a couple inches below his nipples (one was pierced with a sliced captive bead ring), he wore a collar that attached to leather straps that ran down his arms under the gloves to attach by ring to his fingers. Axe’s hair was short and spiked except for the half spiked mohawk like strip on the top middle of his head, and a long section on either side of his face even with his ears. His face was made up with thick mascara, purple eye shadow, black eye liner, light red lipstick and a dusting of light brown blush. There were gothic designs drawn on his face. He had an eyebrow piercing, and his left ear was full of piercings a couple connected by a small chain. Axe went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of peas handing it to Neil after wrapping it in a small towel. “Here. Put this on your eye and sit down at the table. I’ll be right back.” Neil did as he was bid and watched Axe walk out of the room. Neil didn’t like the way his friend dressed. Other people found it attractive, but Neil liked Axe to be Axe. There wasn’t any need for make-up or weird slut clothing. Axe came back with some alcohol, cotton, tissues and bandages. He set the wound cleaning supplies down on the table and stared at Neil. “What,” Neil growled. Axe raised an eyebrow, “Don’t you have something you want to tell me?” “Its none of your business what happened!” Axe shrugged and opened the alcohol saying, “You’re right. I guess that just means I don’t have to be gentle when cleaning you up.” Neil flinched, “Fine! I got into a fight!” Axe gave him a ‘no kidding’ look and poured some alcohol on a cotton ball. “Lasheen left and I got into a fight! What more do you want,” Neil demanded. Axe went to the refrigerator and got a beer. He handed it to Neil who took it and put it on the table. “Would you stop smiling at me like that? Its making me even angrier than I already am.” Axe looked down at the beer on the table, “Take your shirt off for me, okay?” Neil took his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor beside him. Axe grabbed the alcohol bottle and held it above Neil’s head, “Tell me like you’re writing a book or I’ll just pour this shit all over you!” Neil sighed, “Why do you have to dress like that? You look dumb.” Axe recoiled, “What!? How rude! Here I am pretending I know what to do for you and you have to talk smack about the way I dress? Of the two of us, Mr. Doctor Intern, I’m the only one who’s gotten laid consistently for the last few months! In fact I just got laid not 15 minutes ago, have you even been laid tonight? You fat headed baldy!” Neil shook his head, sighing again and rolled his eyes. He hated Axe sometimes. “Hey wait,” Axe got a faraway look in his eyes for a moment then suddenly clapped his hands together and got a huge smile on his face, “If you’re here and Lasheen is not, that must mean.. You still have my Date Rape! Yay! That stuff’s kinda expensive you know.” Axe stuck his hands in Neil’s pockets, but they were empty. “Is it in your back pockets?” Neil shook his head. “No? Then where is it?” Neil stood up and grabbed Axe’s hands pulling them out of his pockets. Neil kissed Axe’s left hand. Axe got scared. “I’m going to tell you exactly what happened to your drugs, but here’s a simple question even you will be able to understand: Why would you give me a drug labeled date rape right before I went on a date with Lasheen and tell me not to think of it as rape?” Axe laughed nervously, “Well, you did take it with you. So, where is it? Did you loose it?” Neil squeezed Axe’s wrist and twisted his arm forcing him to the ground, “Yes.” Tears streamed down Axe’s face as he tried to get Neil to loosen his grip. “Ah! I’m sorry! It doesn’t matter! Please, stop,” Axe cried. He didn’t really feel like crying, Axe, but he did it anyway. Oh, it hurt,.. marginally, but crying was something Lasheen did all the time. Maybe that’s what Neil liked about him. The silly vulnerability the older man portrayed. Neil was a very strong person, but there was a special trait Axe claimed that most people could not. Due to an incident that occurred when he was younger most of the nerves in Axe’s left arm didn’t work. Beyond that, Axe had a wonderful talent for pain. It didn’t bother him like it did most people. He’d learned long ago to either enjoy it or ignore it as common annoyance. Axe loved Neil. Axe loved Neil more than he could express in words, but Neil didn’t love Axe. So they were just friends. Neil enjoyed their platonic relationship and Axe suffered through it wishing for more. Its not that he was gay, though. Not really. Neil could have been a woman and he’d have loved him just the same. Axe didn’t care about gender. It mattered far less then even the number of partners he’d had over the years. After all, you can’t spell bisexual without “I Sex You All.” Neil let go of Axe and walked past him to the kitchen sink where he grabbed a wash cloth that was sitting there and wet it. Axe looked quizzically at Neil. What was he doing? Neil turned around holding the washcloth. Axe suddenly got it, “No, wait!” Neil leapt at Axe who tried to get away, but was caught. Neil scrubbed at Axe’s face with the wet washcloth. It was hard to do because Axe fought him tooth and nail, “Noo! Get off me! I worked hard on this make-up! I will punch you in your already black eye! Stop!” Neil wiped at the designs on Axe’s face, “Stop squirming! Its coming off wether you like it or not! And you’re done clubbing for the evening as well!” Axe squirmed and tried to take the washcloth from Neil, “No! I’m only taking a break! I want to go back! Don’t take my dignity!” Neil grabbed one of Axe’s hands and pinned it beneath his knee, then did the same with the other hand with the other knee, “You’re done! And make up is not dignity! You look stupid with it on anyway! It comes off now!” Axe planted his feet and bucked his hips trying to throw Neil off him, but it didn’t work, and by now it was almost ridiculous to try to fight him. The make up would have to be washed off anyway and reapplied. “Aww! You’re just taking your frustrations out on me! I promise I’ll bring you back something cute to bang!” Neil stopped scrubbing for a minute to look at Axe and said, “I have something cute to bang. I also have a boyfriend. Only one isn’t here.” Axe narrowed his eyes in an unhappy glare, “If only you were serious. I’d take all of you in a second!” Neil wiped the lipstick from his friend’s lips, “Psh. I do not need to hear that.” He did have nice lips, though. Neil unhooked Axe’s collar and released his arms. “I’m just going to put it all right back on when you leave,” Axe said as he rolled his eyes and took off his gloves dropping the leather straps with them. “I won’t leave then,” Neil replied and pulled Axe’s shirt off him being careful not to pull the nipple ring, “Look, just be still and I promise I won’t hurt you again tonight, okay?” He got up and helped Axe up after him. “And after you’ve stripped me down, what then?” Neil knelt down and held Axe’s leg as he considered for a moment, “I hadn’t thought that far.” Axe took off the custom made belt he had on. It was normal, except for the words “Give me a nickel and I’ll pull them down further” printed on it. “Maybe, then, you should go find me a change of clothes and I’ll jump in the shower to rinse off the rest of my make-up and stuff.” Neil pulled Axe’s boots off and tossed them aside, “Sounds good.” Neil left him to go shower and he went into the master bedroom’s closet. Most of the clothes Neil didn’t care for. There were a couple that would look really hot on someone else, in his opinion, but his Axe was too plain for the whore clothes he wore. He looked at most of the clothes hanging up, then through the clothes piled on the closet floor, and finally in the drawers of the vanity across from the bed in the bedroom. In the bottom center drawer he found an old long sleeved shirt and simple jeans tucked away, as if they were being hidden from view. As if? They were being hidden from view! He pulled them out and went to the bathroom where Axe was done showering and was standing naked in front of the mirror taking out his earrings and frowning at his clean face. Our Axe was not plain. Without the make-up he was more than attractive. He had mischievous hazel eyes that never looked the same shade to any two people at any given time. His slender frame was covered in scars ranging in size from large to small, skinny to thick. The largest scar he had was from the incident mentioned earlier that destroyed the nerves in his left arm. The scar ran from the top of his shoulder to a couple inches below his elbow. It had been a rough surgery, but at least he got to keep his arm. The scar was even bigger if you counted the scar from the broken ribs he received at the same time, which Axe did. Axe had bright fuchsia colored hair. He’d dyed it so many times that he didn’t even know what the true color of it was. It just probably wasn’t purple. Axe was very pale. He rarely went outside his apartment during the day light hours, and was awake mostly only at night. He had no job, so no where he had to be either during the day or the night. Neil gave him everything he needed. It was an arrangement they had. Neil supplied the funds, housing and food that Axe needed and he stayed where Neil could find him at all times. It was a fair trade. Axe leaned over the sink and looked into his hazel eyes. His right eye was a shade lighter than his left, but that was because it, too, was broken. He fluffed his hair and stood back up looking at Neil in the mirror, “What did you bring me?” Neil handed him the clothes he’d found in the vanity drawers. Axe looked at the clothes slightly repulsed. “You’re kidding, right?” Neil raised his eyebrows in a look that told Axe he was serious. “No,” Axe responded, turning back to the mirror, “go find something else.” Neil dropped the pants and grabbed Axe, forcing him to put the clothes on like a mother forces clothes on her child. Axe resisted, complaining that they weren’t his style and he wasn’t even sure where Neil had found them. When it was all over, Axe looked almost normal. All except for the safety pin still in his eyebrow and the black polish on his fingernails. Axe turned toward the mirror and sighed. “I don’t like this. Why don’t you hand me my pencil and I’ll feel a little better once I’ve got some eye-liner on.” He turned back toward Neil and gave him a fiendish smile, “Or, I could just go grab my monocle and pipe and throw on a robe. We could put a collar and leash on you and go out for a walk! Then people would look at me and my puppy and think on how good we look together!” Neil walked out of the bathroom rolling his eyes at his best friend, “You think that way because you’re stupid.” Axe followed Neil out of the bathroom and shrugged his agreement. Neil flopped onto the simple couch in the living room. Everything in Axe’s apartment was simple. Nearly the exact opposite of Dean’s home. A small simple television sat on a small simple television stand, both were covered in dust having not been used in some weeks. A simple rectangular coffee table stood in front of the couch, and a relatively small single person chair sat at a right angle to the couch. His kitchen was as white as most people’s are when they’re clean, for Axe enjoyed the cleanliness of it, and had only the normal every day things most people would have in their kitchen. No floating tables here. There was a dining table with two chairs in the dining room. An empty guest room with an empty dresser and empty twin. In the master bedroom was Axe’s bed. It had a head board with shelves built into them that held an assortment of things most suited to Axe’s style of life. The only ornate thing in the apartment was a silly looking lamp in the living room, sitting between the couch and the chair on a simple side table. It was a willow tree with a lightbulb in the front middle of it. Nothing exciting. Axe watched Neil settle himself on the couch. He wanted desperately for Neil to love him, but maybe if he would just sleep with him it would be enough for the time being. He threw a leg over Neil and sat straddling him. Neil raised his eyebrows, “What are you staring at me like that for? You think you’re cool? Wanna be smart like the rest of us? I meant what I said. You’re stupid, and you always will be.” Axe rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You call me names all the time. Does it make you feel bigger than me? Does it make you happy?” Neil frowned unhappily, “What? You’ve never complained before.” “You know I don’t really care. You can say what you want about me or to me. I was just thinking about it when you called me stupid. You do that a lot. I just wonder if it makes you feel smarter. Or is it that you’ve got some secret hate for me somewhere.” Neil looked away from his friend, “No. I can’t hate you, that’s stupid. I call you stupid because you’re stupid, and because you prove it with what you say. I only call you stupid when you say something stupid. It doesn’t make me happy or make me feel good. That’s dumb.” Axe fell forward and kissed Neil. There was little resistance by the other man as Axe desperately kissed his friend. Neil waited. Just before he could claim he was starting to get annoyed with the kiss Axe pulled away, “Just tonight, Neil. I know you’re frustrated and I don’t care if you don’t think of me when we do it! Just think about him or whatever! All I’m asking for is one night! Just sleep with me tonight and in the morning you can forget about it. I love you! I always have! That’s why I’m willing to let you think about someone else just so long as your with me!” Neil grabbed Axe’s arms and lifted him up into a sitting position, “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you again tonight, but you’re kind of pushing it. I’m never going to have sex with you. Never. Don’t kiss me, don’t lick me, don’t do any of that nasty shit you do with everyone else in the world. You are my best friend and that is all! That’s all our relationship will ever be, alright? I’m not interested in your temporary love, Axe. I’m just not.” Axe’s heart leapt into his throat and he tried to swallow it back down, “But why? All I’ve ever done is love you! Why can’t you accept me? It has never been temporary when it’s been you!” Neil waved him off letting go of both of his arms, “Yeah yeah. You’re real consistent, aren’t you, with your always and nevers. Oh, and your ‘I hate you’s and your ‘one night stand’ offers and your ‘I don’t really care’s and so on. You change you mind all the time and I won’t play your game. Besides, you seem too delicate tonight.” Axe got off the couch and stood, glowering at him, “Delicate?” Neil sat up, “Yes, delicate. I mean for fuck’s sake, Axe, I’ve seen you take a metal bat to the humerus without so much as a flinch, but I squeeze your wrist a little tonight and you go down crying? I’d call that delicate.” Axe wanted to hit him. Or cry for real. Maybe both. He shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment, “Alright, whatever. It was just an offer. I’m going to go use the bathroom. Make yourself comfortable.” He opened his eyes and walked off to the bathroom while Neil called after him, “Alright, but hurry back! I need my favorite teddy bear to sleep tonight!” Axe waved to him over his shoulder acknowledging that he’d heard him. Axe shut the door behind him and leaned against it. Why did it all suck so much? Tears ran down his face and he wiped angrily at them. It was all so stupid. He let himself slide to the floor where he pulled his legs to his chest and rest his head against his knees. Was it because Neil thought he was better than Axe? So what if Neil was a super-genius? Did he really hold his lack of intellect against him? Neil was right. Axe was inconsistent. Every boyfriend Neil had ever had Axe had tried to imitate. Whatever he thought Neil saw in the person had been what he tried his hardest to show Neil he could be. That was, in point of fact, one of the reasons Axe’s arm had been hit by a metal bat and most of the nerves destroyed. Neil had been walking out with his boyfriend of the time who was a big strong looking muscle man type. Axe figured Neil was testing out the strong type to see if he liked them. It seemed to be going too well, actually, because Neil had been talking about moving in with him when he turned 17. They were both only 14 then. Axe had come along on their date because they wanted to go bowling and two people bowling was boring. So, now, Axe was walking bored behind them. That was when the guy came out of the alley in front of them. Neil had been so young, it was forgivable that he was afraid to move. They might have been able to turn around, run away and escape like his boyfriend had, but Neil just stood there and stared. “Its all we have,” Axe had declared stepping forward and handing the man what little money he could claim, “So just leave us alone now.” Axe wasn’t afraid of the man, but the man seemed to be afraid of them. He demanded that they turn their backs to him. “Turn around or I’ll kill you both!” Axe had narrowed his eyes at the filthy looking old one, “You’ll do what?” The man held the bat out pointing it at Axe like a sword, “You heard me!” Axe shook his head, “What I heard was, ‘Thank you for your charity and I’ll be on my way now.’ Or did I miss something?” Angrily the man had screamed at him. It was unintelligible, and Axe took a step backwards grabbing Neil’s hand, “Come on. Back up slowly. We’ll be alright.” But the man had followed them. No matter how many steps they took backwards he took that many steps forward, threatening them all the while. “Oh, I just know you’ll go to the police now. You think I can let you go now that you’re going to the police? I had to, you know! And you’re making me do this!” Axe stopped under a street lamp and let go of Neil’s hand muttering to him to run. “You’re making a fool of yourself, old man. Just go home. There’s no need for this.” They stood staring at each other for a moment, Axe with a hard look on his face and the old man with a different look as he studied Axe’s face. Neil slowly moved back again, and when he was sure the old man didn’t see him he took out his cell phone and started dialing. They told them later that it was a good thing he had. “You’re mocking me,” The old man yelled. Axe just stared at him. He was almost ready to run. He had to have been faster than the stupid old man. “You have more money you aren’t giving me. I know it! No one just gives up their money like that! Most would rather die!” Axe shook his head, “I gave it all to you earlier. No sense in risking harm, got too nice a face for it, you know.” The old man had agreed in a strange way, like he hadn’t quite heard all of what Axe had said. “So now you’ll be a good little boy and give me more, right? GIVE ME ALL YOU HAVE!” Axe had braced himself a long time ago for this moment. The man was right handed, so the bat came down full force on Axe’s dominant arm. He knew it was broken. He also knew his chest hurt very badly, but he was being strong for Neil. To prove to him that he wouldn’t flinch in danger. Besides, the man had no right to hit him. Only one person had that right! The man stared at Axe not removing the bat from the kid’s arm. There was no way! He had taken the hit like a man! No! More than a man, for no man could have taken that force and not flinched at all! He started shaking as Axe looked down the bat at him. Demon. The kid was a demon! Axe grabbed the bat and thrust it back at the man hitting him in the shoulder. He then ripped the bat from the man’s frightened fingers and swung it at him, catching him in the side, making him fall to the ground in pain. Axe then hit the man over his back with the bat to be sure he wouldn’t get up any time soon and turned back toward Neil. Neil was shaking too. The phone was to his ear, but he wasn’t saying anything. Axe let his left arm relax and the bat slipped from it’s fingers as he walked toward Neil, “You alright?” Neil’s eyes were tearing up. Fright, and the fact that he hadn’t blinked in about 3 minutes had probably done a good job of forcing tears to his eyes, but the thing was he didn’t care about that anymore, “Alexander you idiot!! Your arm! Your fucking arm! Oh god! That’s a bone! That’s a fucking piece of a bone! And your ribs too!!” The people at the hospital had told Axe that it was lucky Neil had already dialed 911. They had been keen on taking Axe’s arm off completely saying it was entirely useless now, and he was lucky he hadn’t punctured a lung, but Axe refused to let them take off his arm. Surgery after surgery finally left Axe with an arm that, though the doctors assured him would never work, wouldn’t rot off his body on it’s own. Axe stroked the scar beneath his clothing. He clenched his left hand and continued to prove them wrong. All of them. Now, of course, he would have to subject himself to hand held metal detectors whenever he went to an air port, but he didn’t travel often and knew no one who traveled that would like to see him at the air port. Axe sighed, “Oh well. Its a good story. Maybe one day I’ll tell it to some children.” Axe shook his head to clear it of the sadness he felt. Neil was just as stupid as he was, just in a different way. He stood back up and decided to actually take a piss and brush his teeth before going to bed. When he left the bathroom Neil was already in his bed and half asleep. Axe made strangling hand gestures toward Neil then took off his shirt. He wouldn’t sleep naked, as that would just make him horny, but he would still be as comfortable as possible with just a pair of pants on. He slid into the bed next to Neil and turned his back to him. Everything was quiet and warm. Neil wrapped an arm around his friend’s chest pulling him close. Axe sighed, “I hope your comfortable.” Prick. Goodnight Current Mood: accomplishedCurrent Music: (still trying to ignore) my boy crying | | 7:16 pm |
| | Thursday, August 13th, 2009 | | 5:03 pm |
Right. So, I'm bored.
I'm bored and horny. That means mostly that I've been working on Welcome To Life and am drawing Lasheen so beautifully all I want is to see him raped. Speaking of, I feel kinda bad for those last two entries. L isn't that... yes he is that bad. He makes me angry. If I were Light I would have kicked his ass so many times by now!! But that subject is old and no one cares anymore. I want to be published so bad, but I have almost no motivation to finish any of my stories. It's like I intentionally sabotage myself so that I don't have to finish them. So I don't have to say good-bye. You know that the author has to say good-bye to their characters before anyone else. I'm having trouble killing Dean. I see Lasheen now and I'm sad for him. Vlad grows up blaming him and hating him for his mothers death. I realised that it would keep Lasheen from moving on. Poor baby. Besides the fact that I think on him after her death. I think about how maybe later. Mom just got home. Ja | | Saturday, July 18th, 2009 | | 10:12 pm |
A couple corrections over the last entry.
Mashi isn't the one in need of fucking in any oriface. L. It's all L. Also, Ma-kun stopped reading over my shoulder right after I said the thing about me being Ryuuku. One more thing, I DO NOT believe Ryuuku would fuck L. Let alone in the face. Not saying it wouldn't give me great satisfaction to see, just that it wouldn't happen. I hope that's all. Atticus' birthday is Tomarrow!! My son is officially 1 whole year old then!! dn Current Mood:  contemplativeCurrent Music: can't identify it | | 6:24 pm |
So, obviously I've been watching the anime "Death Note"
I effing HATE "L" He's a bastard. Uber Bastard. And Light is stupid too. He shoulda killed the fool by the... using the... "Normal" methods. I mean, yeah, he's smexy... sorta. Kinda creepy, but that is nice. All I want is for "someone" to smush his face right into a semi large pile of broken glass.... then pour lemon juice on it. Then salt. Then something like what Sam suggested should happen. Muraki should come up from the ground all evil like and rape the mother fucker then brutally and evilly slow like kill him to death. I know the sucker dies anyway, but damn! I mean, it's not like I overly enjoy Light-kun, but at least he's not sadistic!!! So he's got some mental problems, he's not overly psycho!! Not overly cute like Dark is either, but not overly insane either. God complex's are only cool for Ben (Vote Ben Dupee in 2020) the ruler of all within anyway. So, Light isn't on my good side either, but again, he's more on my good side right now than "L" and his needs-to-be-broken face. BTW, "Dark" is what I call "L" so if you get confused just remember that the main character's naim is "Light." I was all psyched when I found out there was a fight scene between Light and Dark. I was all, "kick his ass!" Although Light is the one always getting kicked in the face I always root for someone to Kick Dark in the face. Again, I'm not talking about D.N.Angel's "Dark" I'm talking about Death Note. Stay with me. BTW, Symns, here's a little something for you from the sodding bastard, but it is rather nice: http://media.photobucket.com/image/l%20cross%20dress/TeenXxXNaruto101/Cross_dressing_L_by_Mayuiki_by_hell.jpg?o=4Anywhoozle. If I were to assign Death Note Characters to the people watching this show (Which we all kinda have, we claimed and stuff) I would say I get Ryuuku. He's uber shibbyness in the extreme. Rueben claimed Light. He's decent for the role... not old enough to have the "kill all the evil people in the world" attitude, but he's almost 13 so he will be soon enough. Maa-kun is L. He's reading this over my shoulder all calm like just as L would. He recently piped up with a simple request, "May I reply to this when your done?" Well sure. I mean, if anyone was to get L's personality it would be him and it would give me the satisfaction of knowing how "L" would most likely react. If he kicks me in the face I'm going to bury him. BESIDES THE FACT THAT HE OBVIOUSLY WANTS FUCKED IN THE MOUTH!!! OMFG! If I were Light I'd have already given him my dick coated with a little sugar of some sort to suck on! He ties cherry stems together in his mouth!!! IN HIS EFFING MOUTH!!! If I weren't a Shinigami I would have taken the little brat ages ago! IN A CIRCLE HE TIES THEM!!! Like he's trying to make me cum just watching him! As though I wasn't sexually frustrated enough!! The little J-bag (I don't know If you've heard, but D-bag is now officially "J"-bag just for the record) keeps touching his mouth all sexually! I know it's not purpo..NO! No I effing don't know it's not intentional!! That little.. smexy whore bucket. Argh!! As though I weren't frustrated enough without my beloved here! Two months!! TWO EFFING MONTHS!! Then this anime boy comes along and keeps touching his lips and sticking things in his mouth then the cherry incident! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vBzX3YNoIU&feature=related5:14 then after he munches the cherry skip to 5:37 till he takes the stems out And that tongue! That cute little tongue! Licking his thumb! Arrgh! It's just "Ugh! Ungh Ungh Ungh!" like someone humping the air... only L's face. Axe is about to become jealous, but I love him, not L. Uhm... back to hating on him and all. Guy's a douche. That's all. dn P.S. Imagine him in Misa-chan's black gothie dress. Kawaii. P.P.S. Okay, now I'm done. P.P.P.S. Something odd is going on. Only half the entry is posting. Let's try this. Current Mood:  violentCurrent Music: Don't Fear The Reaper-Blue Oyster Cult | | Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | | 5:19 am |
Welcome To Life, If you need to catch up...
December 14th, 2005 - Because, as we all know, damn it Life is sexually frustrating! then March 27th, 2006 - "I'm not sexest, I'm the sexiest but I'm not sexist. If I'm sexest, I'm the sexiest sexest. sexest." Remember, everyone, it's a first draft and WILL be altered, later-on! I plan on having at least 3 drafts of this before the final draft. First things first, though. I have to acutally wright the damn thing. I'll start again soon. I miss them as much as some of you do. Especially Axe. My love and I discuss him often. Lasheen can kiss my butt, but I really miss Neil too. Probably has something to do with the first car I ever owned and the one I own currently. Non-Entity (Neil)was first and how I loved that car, and now it's Lasheen, the soggy bitch. MOre soon! Dn Current Mood:  sleepyCurrent Music: can't identify it | | Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 | | 10:14 pm |
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