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I've written some fics, but they're video game related, so I didn't know where to post them, and I was hoping that someone would tell me. Specifically, the first one I wanted to post was a Legend of Zelda Link/Ghirahim fanfic. I think that there's an audience for it, but I don't know where I should post it.

Summary: Have you ever though of having just some pure relationships with the ones you love. Diaries are what accompany us through our ups and downs but do not forget, it could reveals secrets, the good and the bad ones. 2 young adults, 2 diaries, through their journey searching for the love they wish for. If we put them together, everything comes clear. Status: Complete Hi, This is my first story in english so please pardon me on the grammars, tenses, and all other that matter. For those of you who don't know me yet, i'm from Taiwan, a chinese speaking country. So i spend a great time translating my chinese story to english, with the help of Goki, another user here. So give me a chance will ya! Thanks! Synopsis:

WARNING: SPOILERS UP THROUGH EPISODE 15 AU for LJ prompt: Kotetsu's evolving NEXT powers make him a target of Maverick's schemes. Can Barnaby rescue him before it's too late or is it already too late? Chapter 1 The soft rain mixed with the blood slipping down pale and cooling skin. The blood slowly dispersed with each droplet, but the gentle rain couldn't fix the shattered bones, couldn't heal the gaping wound were the man's neck had been. More droplets fell from the numb and trembling fingers of the figure hunched over the prone form. The eerie red glow had faded, replaced by the shine of water and blood on tan skin and dark hair. “Not again . . . oh god, please tell me not again!” The raw wail echoed, unanswered as it descended in to sobs. The rain increased into a steady pounding rhythm as the man staggered to his feet. He held his hands out away from his body as if he couldn't believe they were part of himself. They were still stained with blood, cut and bruised from the fight. Stumbling away from the body he tried to avoid looking at the other bodies scattered around the field. The grass was trampled and missing altogether in places. Through the sheets of rain sweeping across the field he could see his other 'comrades'. He shuddered, hanging his head. How did this happen? How did I go from being a hero to being a contract killer, a murderer . . . “Move it Kaburagi or we won't make the extraction point.” The barked command snapped him out of his thoughts. Oh yes, that's right. I wasn't given a choice. Shedding the blood and rain soaked military vest he let the cold rain pound against his back and shoulders as he walked the thin cotton t-shirt doing nothing to protect him. No, Albert Maverick had given him two choices. “You can stay and help make the world a safer place or I can have you permanently confined as a dangerous next. Of course if you choose the later, we can never allow visitors.” Admittedly, he pretty much quit listening after that, choosing not to think about what he'd have to do in order to continue to see his family. Bunny. * * * The young blond stood perfectly straight in front of the large wooden desk, his eyes never leaving the plump figure lounging behind it. “I would really like to know, sir. He was my partner for over a year and-” “And you think you have some obligation to him? Is that it?” “Well . . . yes, I mean he did help me defeat the man responsible for my parent's death. I think it only right that I reciprocate in some fashion.” “You seem to be under the impression that he's in some sort of distress.” Albert Maverick leaned forward the leather chair groaning in protest. “I assure you that when I reassigned him I took great care in choosing his new mission. He's still doing what he loves to do and doing it quite well actually.” Barnaby's shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly though his expression betrayed nothing. This was a mistake, I should have trusted Kotetsu when he said he was fine, but . . . “So when will he be back?” Maverick's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked down at the desk calendar splayed before him. “They just finished some relief work in Peru. His new powers, although very destructive, come in quite useful in situations like we faced there.” Barnaby nodded in agreement, though something nagged at the back of his mind. “Thank you for talking with me, I'm sorry to have wasted your time.” “You know I always enjoy our visits, Barnaby, but I promise I'm taking good care of Wild Tiger.” Sipping a dry red wine, Barnaby sat glaring at the computer screen before him. It wasn't that he didn't trust Maverick, but something just seemed off. Maybe it was the fact that Kotetsu hadn't been in contact with anyone, not even his family or Lopez in almost three months since being reassigned. Or maybe it was just his own selfishness in wanting to satisfy his curiosity as to exactly what his former partner was doing. Looking up recent news on Peru yielded very little. Part of the rural region of the country had experienced a natural disaster, but there was no mention of a corps of NEXT arriving to assist survivors. Frustrated he shut down the search engine. Three months and nothing. Kotetsu was not the type of person to just leave and not keep some kind of contact. Laying back in the chair, Barnaby took gulp of his wine trying to think. When they had worked together, Kotetsu had called Kaede almost daily, sometimes more than once a day. From talking with Dr. Saito he'd discovered that the Kaburagi's had called Appollon repeatedly asking to speak with Kotetsu. Each time they were told he was out of the country and unavailable. It just didn't add up. Setting the glass down, he let out a heavy sigh. This was getting him nowhere. They had to let the squad come home to Sternbild sometime and then he'd find a way to talk to Kotetsu and make sure for himself that he was adjusting alright. Two weeks later he found himself standing before Judge Petrov for the first time since he'd become a Hero. “This is highly unusual for you Mr. Brooks.” Judge Petrov tilted his head to the side and Barnaby fought the urge to fidget under the piercing gaze. “I'd like to know what precipitated this . . . accident.” Blowing out a soft breath Barnaby readjusted his glasses. “First I would like to apologize to the court and to the citizens of Sternbild for my . . . oversight in this matter. It was not my intention to cause such structural damage.” Elegant eyebrows raised and Barnaby braced himself for the diatribe. “I appreciate your apology, but you did not answer my question Mr. Brooks. If I may point out, this is the first time you've ever appeared before me and I must say that you are the last Hero I expected to see regarding property damage.” “Y-yes sir. I-I . . . have no excuses for my actions.” “Then is there a reason?” Barnaby flinched subtly surprised by the Judge's keen perception. “Sir, I am ashamed to admit that I have been distracted lately.” “This is unfortunate Mr. Brooks. Please pay more attention in the future.” “Yes sir. Of course, sir.” Later that evening Barnaby was shocked to find an email waiting for him from one Yuri Petrov. Mr. Brooks, I would like to discuss your case further. If you are available please call and set up a time with my secretary. Petrov * * * The transport was dark, the occupants silently swaying with the movement of the vehicle as it traversed the uneven terrain. Kotetsu kept his eyes closed. It was the easiest way to avoid anyone noticing he was awake. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to any of the other NEXT in the squad. There was nothing to talk about. Most of the other men and women were as worn and exhausted as he was and chose not to speak either. For all of Maverick's supposed good intentions it was blatantly obvious that they were simply a mop up unit. No one had been able to combat them or even really slow them down in the three months since he'd joined. There is only so much conventional weaponry can do against super powered NEXT protected by space-age body armor and weaponry. He grunted softly as they were jostled particularly hard, the harness keeping him secured digging into his neck. Shifting back in the seat he looked up to see the man across from him staring at him. He smiled a bit lopsided, unsure what to do or say and looked back down. He knew in normal circumstances he would have said something witty or goofy to try and break the tension, but this situation was anything but normal. “You killed Mike.” Blinking Kotetsu looked up trying to make out the man's expression in the dim light. He didn't remember actually killing anyone, only . . . after and the bodies. “Eh . . . who?” “Mike McIvers, he was the guy with the electromagnetic power.” Kotetsu looked up and down the transport and spotted three empty seats. His chest suddenly felt tight, a sharp ache blossoming under his sternum. “I . . did?” “All he did was step in front of you and you literally took his head off.” There was a soft shuff of cloth and the man leaned forward as far as the harness would let him. “We might all be killers, but we don't kill our own.” “I-I . . . it-I can't control it-I never meant t-to . . .” He stuttered to a stop as the ache wound it's way up, choking him and making his eyes sting. “Whatever. You might be fucking invincible when you activate but we all now you ain't shit otherwise.” Kotetsu gulped trying not to let his dread get the better of him. He let his head drop until his chin rested on his chest. Tomoe . . . I failed. I'm a murderer, not a hero. How can I ever face Kaede or Barnaby again knowing what I've become? Maybe . . . maybe it's for the best that I don't return. Closing his eyes he felt the tears slip free. All those years working so hard to protect people and now he was reduced to this, someone that even other killers despised. There was nothing he could do about it, no way to stop himself. He'd tried, refusing to activate his powers and even trying to starve himself so that he was too weak to activate them, but Maverick had out maneuvered him at every turn. All it took as the simple shock collar and strapping him down at night with an IV drip and they'd kept him fed and forced him to activate when they needed him. It was humiliating and degrading on every level. He felt more like an attack dog, conditioned to perform when called upon. He'd never hated anyone in his life like he hated Albert Maverick. The man had literally taken everything from him. “Fuck you're such a cunt,” The man's gruff voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “If it wasn't for that stupid beard I'd think you really were a bitch.” Kotetsu reached up and wiped away the tears. “I'd think that being able to express some emotion other than anger would be a good thing in our situation.” “Fuck you.” There was a click and a snap and the shadowy figure lurched to his feet. Despite himself, Kotetsu pressed back against the side of the transport glancing around at the others. No one met his eyes some turning away while others watched with mild interest. Reaching up he fumbled with the clasp only to yelp in surprise as his arm was grabbed and pinned over his head. He turned his face away as hot breath on his cheek made his skin tingle unpleasantly. “You reek of blood, what did you do, bathe in it?” The question was growled in his ear making him flinch. He gasped as his hair was grabbed by thick rough fingers, his head thudding against the metal behind him. Blinking away stars he glared up at the man. Dark eyes under heavy brows regarded him with something just shy of hatred. “What do you want?” He managed from between clenched teeth. “I want to see you bleeding. I'd like to kill you like you did Mike, but that won't solve anything now will it?” Unable to suppress the shudder, Kotetsu tried to pull away from the larger man, but the grip on his wrist tightened until his was nearly writhing with the pain. “You think I don't wish I could have stopped myself! I don't get to choose when I activate!” Kotetsu was ashamed to realize he'd raised his voice and took a breath trying to get himself back under some semblance of control. “You see this collar?” He gestured to it with his free hand, careful not to touch it. “That's how they make me activate. I don't want to be there, I hate what they make me do, but right now I have no choice.” “There is always a choice.” The man informed him. “None of us want to be here, I'm sure most of us have other things we'd much rather be doing, but we chose this for one reason or another.” The grip in his hair lessened and a brief flicker of hope sprang up. As much as it pained him to admit it the man was right. He had his reasons for choosing this over the other option Maverick had given him. Though now it didn't seem like the better path. If he'd went with lifetime incarceration at least he wouldn't be a murderer. Either way it seemed that the chances of ever seeing his family or Barnaby again were slim and getting slimmer each day he was gone. They probably don't even notice I'm not there. It's not like I was that involved in Kaede's life as it was and Bunny . . . “You ignoring me?” Fingers tightened and his head was wrenched to the side, exposing his neck in a way that had panic surging through him. “N-no! No, I was just thinking that-that you are right.” His voice trailed off as he found himself pinned by the dark expression in the man's eyes. The subtle red glow was just enough to illuminate the small space around them. “D-don't do this!” Kotetsu pleaded with the man his eyes wide as he shoved against the massive chest with his free hand. He had no idea what this man's power was or what might happen if he used it in the small space. “Calm down Eric!” “Shit dude, don't activate here! You'll kill us all!” “Calm it down back there or I'll tranq you Martin. Sit your ass down!” Kotetsu bit back a yelp as his head was slammed back again, the glowering presence of the other man fading. Gingerly rubbing the back of his head he kept his eyes on the floor. Letting the muttered comments of the other passengers wash over him he tried not to think too hard about the encounter. It was difficult when he could still feel the man glaring at him from across the narrow aisle. The red glow faded once again leaving the transport in darkness.

Summary: Go to LIGHT Corrupted World It has already been five years having to sit in this cellar…no purpose whatsoever. It’s been a long time since I've been put in here. I want to be free…but I just have to wait…and wait…until I get stronger… A laboratory, that no one dares to accuse. A laboratory, that neither the army nor government can take down. This corrupted world that just cares about money. This laboratory that takes human bodies…not caring if they’re alive or not…and turning them into monsters… A world that lived no demons, no war, and not even a negative thought…turned completely upside down… I leaned against the wall of my cellar twiddling my hair. Due to all the experiments, my hair turned form black to white. My eyes also turned from blue to red. I haven’t been outside this laboratory for such a long time. I wondered if the world changed…It probably did… A bell sounded. A door opened in my cellar. In this lab, we have rankings. The top ranks are called Perfects, a perfect finished project. Next, the Processors, just a little lower than the Perfects. They are projects that are not quite finished. Then finally the Unneeded, projects that are typically just testers for the higher ranks. The Professor’s lowest priority. They just stay in the lab so they can be tested on to make sure an experiment wouldn’t kill a Processor. Me? I’m an Unneeded…just a “toy” for the others. I walked through the door that opened in my room. It lead to the food area for all the projects. The food wasn’t that bad…unless I just got used to this hell’s food. “Luka!” someone called. I glanced over. It was 0580, another project. Because of his weird lab name, I called him by his real name, Lian. He was actually the son of this lab’s owner. I guess he hasn’t had an experiment done on his for a long time… “What is it?” I asked. Lian smiled at me happily. I did not understand how he could be so happy here. He smiled as if we were normal humans outside. “How are you so happy?” Lian stopped smiling for a second, then smiled again. He looked at me, his gaze so soft. “Might as well be happy in a place like this…if we can’t be happy in a place outside…” Lian smiled and grabbed my hand, “Shall we go eat?” he began leading me to the lunch area. I stared at the back of his head wondering…wondering how he can be like that. “Stupid…” I mumbled.

Drama & Live Action Takumi-kun Pureness series - Status: Discontinued Pureness (Misu x Shingyouji) Story 1 To Be Near You - (Misu x Shingyouji) Story 2 Lies and Truth - (Misu x Shingyouji) Story 3 Ignition - (Misu x Shingyouji) Story 4 Trick or Treat - (Misu x Shingyouji) Story 5 Untitled Script for Baba Ryoma and Naito Taiki - Status: Discontinued Script 1 Read here Script 2 Read here Oneshots Of Love and Loss (Suzuki x Morita) Read here ImPure (Misu x Shingyouji) Read here A Day in the Life of Mao and Dai (Hamao x Daisuke) Read here Music L'arc en Ciel L'arc en Ciel - the early and crazy times - Oneshot Read here

The promised fun oneshot. It's rated 18+ due to language. This time it's Misu and Shingyouji. The title is just a wordplay for the upcoming movie Takumi-kun: Pure :hamtaro-005 (6): ImPure - Misu x Shingyouji fic Before they knew it, they were no longer in high school. One of Shingyouji's most revered dreams has finally been answered. Not only is he already in college but he got to live together with his beloved Arata-san in their 1DK apartment. Arata had complained once about the cramp space but Shingyouji didn't seem to mind the very least. To him, this was everything he dreamt of. Everything in life was good except for one thing. Misu Arata had taken up a bad habit of smoking. When he first tasted his first cigarette, it was like a celebration of freedom. He savored each nicotine stick like he would savor a breathe of fresh air. Much to the chagrin of his partner, Shingyouji who could not stand the smoke but was patiently trying to tolerate it but he was nearing his breaking point. Misu has scoffed so many times on the health risks of smoking. Something had to be done. As they quietly spent a lazy Sunday afternoon watching television, Shingyouji diverted his eyes and focused on Misu who was now enjoying another newly-lighted cigarette. "Arata-san...you shouldn't be smoking so much." Shingyouji looked at him worriedly. "Since when did an idiot like you tell me what to do?" Misu not bothering to look at him but remained focused on the TV screen. "Because this idiot cares about you a lot, that's why." Shingyouji frowned and moved closer to him. "Hmp!" Misu blew him a smoke circle. "You're not gonna stop?" That irritated Shingyouji so he grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV. "Make me." Misu gave him a smirk. "Alright then." Shingyouji quickly grabbed the cigarette off Misu's lips and began to inhale sharply. "HEY! WHY ARE YOU SMOKING IT?" Misu was aghast. He never once realized that his smoking bothered his partner so much. "Do you like it when I smoke, Arata-san?" Shingyouji blew a smoke in his direction. His lips were quivering. He obviously was not used to smoking but he didn't cough either. "Since when did you learn how to smoke?" Misu eyed him suspiciously. This was a whole new discovery for him. All the while he thought he knew Shingyouji but seeing him smoke like that in front of him, questions started to pop in his mind. "Since middle school." Shingyouji stopped smoking and squished the cigarette on the Panda bear-shaped ashtray. "WHAT THE...?" Now Misu was even more curious. "A teacher taught me how." Shingyouji answered him without hesitation yet his eyes remained on the ashtray. He couldn't bring himself to look directly at Misu. "Are you fucking with me? You say, a teacher taught you how to smoke?" This time Misu held him by the shoulders and made Shingyouji face him directly. "Yes..he did...especially after he would...do things...to me. He said it made the cigarette taste...much better." Shingyouji lowered his gaze. Memories he had chosen to remain buried in his mind were slowly being dug up once again. Misu's face was painted with shock. He did not expect something like that at all. It was bad enough a corrupted teacher would take advantage of his young students, a middle schooler even. But what angered him more was no one had any right to touch Shingyouji like that. Shingyouji was HIS to touch. Damn it! Okay, maybe possessiveness went a little too far but STILL! "Fuck. I don't want to ever see you smoke again. Do you understand?" Misu's voice was grim. He touched Shingyouji's cheek to face him. "I do." Shingyouji replied meekly. "Okay then." Misu nodded. "Would you do the same for me, Arata-san?" Shingyouji looked at him earnestly. "Only if you can replace my cigarettes with something better." Misu smirked. "You're such a perv, Arata-san." Shingyouji laughed. "IDIOT! DON'T COMPARE ME WITH THAT PEDO SENSEI OF YOURS!" Misu looked at him incredulously, obviously bothered with the comparison. "He was nice though..." Shingyouji shrugged. "SHUT UP YOU!" Misu was gritting his teeth. "He didn't hurt me." Shingyouji slowly shook his head while fiddling with a renegade thread from Misu's shirt. "But you said he did things to you..." Misu lowered his voice and looked at him closely. "Yeah...uhm...well..." Shingyouji stopped fiddling with the thread on Misu's shirt and covered his face instead. "Enough!" Misu just had it already. Another word about that sensei, he would be hatching a plan to track him down. "You'll really quit smoking for me starting now, Arata-san?" Shingyouji looked at him and smiled hopefully. "Idiot." Arata flopped back on the pillows while Shingyouji moved to snuggle beside him. "You're funny, Arata-san. I love you so much." Shingyouji murmured while planting a soft kiss on Misu's cheek. "I know...now about the replacement..." Misu grinned at him. Owari! :hamtaro-005 (4):

Summary: The band is in a meeting planning a performance in an Art Gallery. They discuss the clothes they'll get. After the meeting, Hyde ends up at Ken's place and bedroom. Status: Complete :hamtaro-005 (10): Hyde :hamtaro-005 (22): Tetsu :hamtaro-005 (12): Ken :hamtaro-005 (13): Sakura Rated 18+ for naughty language. “Okay, I called this meeting so we can discuss possible gimmicks we can do for our show next week.” Tetsu adjusted his glasses and clasped his hands together then looked at his companions. Ken was making smoke circles with his cigarettes. Hyde was making a concoction of soda pop and strawberry milk. Sakura was sleeping. “Guys?” Tetsu pretended to ignore their antics for the third time in a row since he announced the meeting. “Why don’t we get some sexy girls do some kind of a cabaret show while we are singing and then they’ll start doing acrobatic moves on us or at the audience then of course they should have cigarettes while they’re at it?” Ken looked at him momentarily putting off his cigarette. “No. You can’t do that, man. That’s just so wrong. There could be kids and lots of old people there and they’re going to get weird and stuff.” Hyde shakes his head and is now tasting his milk soda concoction. “You talk about weird, what the hell are you drinking??” Ken looks at him like Hyde grew another head but suddenly develops a curiosity with Hyde’s little formula. “Sakura?” Tetu looks at the sleeping drummer. “Huh? What? Sure, yeah. Right.” Sakura suddenly is jolted. “So you have something to say?” Tetsu tries to focus at him while trying to avoid looking at the two knuckleheads fighting over Hyde’s mystery drink. “Just one sip, Haido!! What the hell?” Ken is leaning over the shorter man. “DAME! ZEN ZEN DAME!!!” Hyde hugs the tall blue glass to himself. “You selfish short bratty spoiled stuck-up little prick stunted cute-faced little runt!!” Ken yelled. “Oh haha! You just had to say cute-faced, ne?” Hyde grinned. “I always knew you love me Ken-chan.” Hyde stuck out his tongue. “I threw in the cute face so you could give me that damn drink!” Ken demanded. “No!” Hyde is threatening to drink it all to Ken’s horror. “Hand it over!” Ken contested. “No. I made it. You said it was weird. What’s your problem? Leave me alone you overgrown horny perverted chimney-like hot booze-headed sex-crazed idiot monster you!!!” “AHAHAHAHAHAH!!! YOU SAID HOT!!!” Ken almost fell back on his seat. “SHUT UP AND I’LL TOTALLY DRINK ALL OF THIS!” Hyde raised the blue glass with a smirk. Ken immediately looked pale. “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!! CUT IT OUT BOTH OF YOU PSYCHOS!! DEMMIT!!!” Tetsu stood up and slammed the table and looked crazily at the warring duo. Ken raised his hands in surrender. Hyde puffed his cheeks but still holding onto the tall blue glass securely. “Can we please have a decent meeting for once? This will take just a few minutes of your precious time then you can do whatever it is you’re doing.” Tetsu sat down and tried to sound as gently as possible. “What is that Haido-chan?” Tetsu pointed at the precious possession at the vocalist’s clutches. “It’s soda milk.” Hyde showed him a peek through his fingers while holding the blue glass. “And he won’t even let me taste it.” Ken interjected. “Ken-chan….” Tetsu pleaded. “Oh okay.” Ken rolled his eyes. “Will you let me taste it?” Tetsu eyed him. Hyde looked down and smiled and pushed the tall glass at Tetsu. The bassist took a straw and sipped and slowly pushed the tall glass back to the grinning vocalist. “How was it?” Ken eyed him curiously. “It tastes like….” Tetsu pursed his lips. “Like what?” Hyde’s eyes rounded. “Later.” Tetsu waved at them. “Awwwwww, man…..” Hyde and Ken chorused. “So can we have our meeting now?” Tetsu was actually trying very hard to swallow the drink. It tasted like crap but he didn’t have the heart to tell Hyde. He probably will tell Ken later or maybe not. He couldn’t risk getting Ken on a field day harassing poor Haido-kun either. “Guys?” Tetsu looked at them pleadingly. “hai....” Hyde and Ken chorused again but in a resigned voice. “Okay the thing is we have been invited to this party. Well, actually it’s a art gallery thing and they are doing an exhibition for Takamiya Nogoya’s works.” “Who’s that?” Ken frowns. “He’s an artist, you dumbass!” Hyde baps his head. “Of course, I know he’s an artist but who is he really?” Ken retaliates by tugging Hyde’s hair. “ITAI!” Hyde yells. “GUYS!!” Tetsu ran a very agitated hand to his hair. They keep up with this, we are never going to accomplish anything, I swear. Whatever possessed me to form a band in the first place? WHAT? Oh yeah, because I couldn’t wait to get out of high school. Oh good decision, Tetsu-sama. You’re the coolest! “So as I was saying, this art exhibition is a showcase of Takamiya Nogoya’s works. Now all I know about this guy is he’s an old man. Most of his works have been compared to Picasso. So yeah, he’s that good. He also has a thing for indie bands and has a reputation for supporting them. That’s where we come in.” “Have you met him?” Hyde looks at him curiously. “No I have not. That’s all the information I got from the booker.” Tetsu adjusted his glasses as he took out his yellow notebook. “This is an art gallery show. Aren’t there usually a lot of snobs in those places?” Sakura pulled out a cigarette. “I don’t really know for sure but I’m sure there will be different types of people there. Basically they’re there for the works as well as the music.” “Hmmmm….works, music, lots of people…so that means….FREE FOOD?” Hyde beams. “Gods! Isn’t that all you ever think about? With that tiny body of yours, I wonder where you stuff all your food.” Ken sneers at him as he takes another drag in his cigarette. “I’ll be the judge of that.” Hyde makes a straight face at him. “So I thought we need to do prepare for this occasion. We have about 5 to 6 sets to play. Nothing too loud and just the usual slow tracks we play. I’ve already noted what those songs would be and we’ll practice them later. For now we need to decide what our theme would be.” “Oh you mean what we will wear for the occasion?” Sakura looks at him. “Yeah.” Tetsu nods while looking at his notebook and underlining DORESU. “Oh that’s easy! I’ll dress up as a vampire!” Hyde smiles at them. “Vampire? That’s an art show not HALLOWEEN!” Ken looks at him as if Hyde grew another head. “Well, I’m sick and tired always dressing up in those frilly clothes with all these gunk and ribbons and stuff in my hair. I want to be a VAMPIRE, OKAY? IS THAT SO HARD?” Hyde punctuates each word while poking Ken’s shoulder then looks at Tetsu wearing the most adorable smile he could offer. “Tet-chan, can I be a vampire, please?” “Huh?” Tetsu is suddenly face to face with a very pinchable Haido. How now, brown cow? Hyde wanting to be a vampire in an art show is totally out of place but aren’t vampires artistic too? Hmmmm…I remember reading about this in high school. I know…but if he dresses up as a vampire, what will that make us? A vampire lair? A vampire den? A bat cave? Are we all going to dress up as vampires like him? They might kick us out of the party. Plus I am sooooooooooo not vampire material. “Tet-chan?” Hyde sounded hopeful. “Anou…I’ll think about it.” Tetsu flashes him a tight smile. Hyde sits back and crosses his arms and frowns. “You’re just saying that but you don’t want me to dress up as a vampire.” “Haido…” Tetsu shakes his head uneasy with Hyde’s pouty behavior. Sakura stands from his seat and joins Ken and Hyde on the couch. He puts his arm around Hyde as if consoling a little child. “I don’t think it’s the time and place to dress up as one, Haido. Although I’m pretty sure you’d make a very good-looking vampire-chan.” “You really think so?” Hyde smiles. “Yeah I think so.” Sakura nods. “I think you’d make a gorgeous vampire too, Saku-chan.” Hyde leans closer. “I have a better idea!” Ken crushes his cigarette on the Stop Smoking or Die ashtray. “What?” Tetsu gives him his full attention. Sakura and Hyde also look at him. “Let’s do some body paint. It’s an art thing, ne? So that’s what we’ll do. Or we could role play. I’ll dress up as an art dealer.” “I didn’t know art dealers had a dress code.” Sakura chuckles. “Yes they do.” “No they don’t.” Sakura shakes his head. “Well I’m sure they do and I’m dressing as one. No contest.” “If you’re an art dealer, what am I?” Tetsu frowns. “You could be a curator!” Ken points at him. “So curators have dress codes too?” Sakura was trying to control himself from bursting in laughter. “Yes they do. What do you say, Tet-chan?” Ken grins. “Hmmm….I’ll think about it.” He had to admit at least Ken’s idea though a bit surprising but at least it wasn’t as bad as Hyde’s. He could be curator, whatever that was. “And you my friend!” Ken looks at Sakura. “Yeah?” “You’ll be the work of art!” Ken smirks at him. “I’M A WHAT?” Sakura looks at him aghast. “You’ll be the work of art. There will be some body painting done on your body so basically you’ll be half-dressed in the venue. Don’t worry, man. Hey! It’s not like you haven’t done that before.” “I had random characters written on my face which screamed Perversion, thanks to you.” Sakura rolled his eyes. He remembered waking from a nap during one of their gigs on the road then getting dragged out of the bus by Ken. He also remembered how a mother screamed at him and how strong was that old woman who beat him with a stick. If Ken wasn’t such a good friend, he’d be long dead and gone for what he drew on his face that time. Good times.

Summary: It was the first glance that seals everything, creating an impression in the mind,or even, in the heart. What would you do to hold on to something you want? How would you react, when you're about to lose that 'something' you wish to hold on to?Would it be the end? Or will it marks a new beginning... Status: Complete Hi everyone, DF signing in!! It's been long since i posted anything new... But here i am now, sharing a new story with everyone else who would like to read it. So together with Goki, we present you with [CLING]. Synopsis: *NOTE: please pardon us for having abbreviated names for some of the characters in the story... we ran out of names.... HAHA!