៙BL 'Sincerity' ~Writer Contest~៙

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After being rich on contests for

graphic, artists, video making,

we decided that it's time to make a contest

for people who loves to write.

 

This month we will have a new theme set

and it's - "Sincerity".

 

You have to present your masterpiece,

which describes love between two males.

It's up to you how you will interpret "Sincerity".

so show us your imagination!

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RULES

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៙ Minimum 400 words, maximum 600 words.

៙ Only stories are accepted, no poems.

៙ The story must be rated as for 16+

៙ No racism, no religious topics, no animal/child abuse.

៙ Love must be between two males.

៙ Title of the story is up to you.

៙ Post the fInished work on this thread.

៙ Read the rules once again.

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PRIZES

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៙ 1,500 points for all that applied

៙ 5,000 points for the winner +

a Manga cover card from the iShop

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DEADLINE

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Starts: 01.05.2014

Ends: 01.06.2014

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[cy.chan]

1st Entry (How many entries can I give btw?)

 

 

 

Fast Neko

 

“Oi, Nishiyama! How about joining us for a drink?” said a male’s voice.

Nishiyama, an officer wearing glasses looked up and smiled.

“No,thanks. I’m good.”

“Let’s not invite him!” said another voice, “he’s a lady killer we won’t stand a chance!”

“Yeah—with him all girls would give him ago!”

 

Nishiyama gave a weak smile.

 

Just then, a commotion outside startled and alerted the officers inside the office—and the next thing everyone was out the doorway. Nishiyama pushed against everyone else and saw a co-officer come in the room followed by reporters and police alike.

 

“Look—isn’t that Yagami Kazure?” whispered one of the police officers, “the actor from the movies!”

Nishiyama saw the actor—a sharp eyed looking man with his dark hair falling down his eyes. Like in the movies he has the air of someone sultry and appealing.

 

“Why’s he being brought in?” asked another as Nishiyama eyed the actor.

Just then the man also looked at him—his sharp dark eyes met the man with glasses.

What...? Nishiyama stared back.

“Hey, close the doors! Control the media!” shouted another officer.

On his side, however Nishiyama couldn’t move a muscle.

 

What was that look just now?

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“What? He was arrested for swerving his car?” Nishiyama found himself saying incredulously.

“That’s it,” said the officer, “he suddenly swerved his car and then refused to give his license. Damn actor. Now stop annoying me and let’s interrogate him already.”

 

Nishiyama frowned.

 

As they entered the interrogation room, the first thing Nishiyama noticed was Kazure’s eyes.

After asking the basic inquiries, Nishiyama continued, “So then... why did you made an illegal stop in the middle of the road?” he asked.

 

“There was a cat.”

 

Nishiyama paused while the other officer sniggered. Kazure looked at Nishiyama with his solemn eyes.

 

“So you don’t believe me.” he said in a quiet voice, “there was really a cat. I told the officer who asked me but he just laughed then asked for my license. Why would I give my license? If a kid jumped in front of my car I’m sure they wouldn’t fuzz over me. Now if it’s a cat...”

 

Nishiyama stared at how the handsome actor was sulking and could help but smile.

 

“Hey,” Kazure looked offended and his eyes flared. It made Nishiyama stare, “so you’re just like them?”

“I’m sorry,” Nishiyama was still smiling as he jot down his notes, “but I believe you.”

 

It was Kazure’s turn to stare.

 

“You do?”

 

Nishiyama smiled while the officer beside him suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder roughly.

 

“Nishiyama!”

 

“It’s ridiculous to arrest him on the spot,” Nishiyama answered firmly; “a simple ticket violation would have done it. Clearly,” his glasses flashed at the officer, “you merely arrested him because he’s an actor.”

 

“Why you—!”

 

He was about to grab Nishiyama by the collar but then— in the speed of light Kazure was upon the officer and was holding him off Nishiyama.

 

“Leave him alone.”

 

Kazure’s eyes flashed dangerously. Nishiyama stared.

 

“I- It’s okay,” he told the actor as he straightened and hold him off instead, “Sit down.”

Kazure glared at the other officer and then sat.

 

“Tse,” the angry officer left the room.

 

“Are you okay?” Kazure asked. Nishiyama cleared his throat and stood up.

 

“It’s fine. Don’t worry I’ll handle your case.”

 

The two then looked at one another. Then Kazure smiled.

 

“Thank you.”

Nishiyama nodded and left the room in a hurry.

 

He couldn’t stand it. Those serene eyes.

And then also— the sudden fast beating of his heart.

 

What was that about?

 

 

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[Loveless143]

Here's my story 578 words total. rabbit2rabbit2rabbit4rabbit2rabbit2rabbit6rabbit8

 

Friendship Love

 

“Hey Yuu are you feel’n ok?” Asagi waved to Yukino as he walked into the building.

 

“Hi Asagi, yea I’m fine I just had the stomach bug I’m alright now.” Yukino smiled at his childhood friend. “So what did I miss for the last 2 days?”

 

“Hmm let’s see, I highly doubt you missed me. But other than that you missed school work and lots of it.” Asagi stated remembering all the day dreams he had while Yuu wasn’t in school.

 

“Oh who said I didn’t miss you?” Yukino whispered softly.

 

Asagi looked up and laughed, “Stop teasing me Yuu anyways lets go or else were gonna be late for class.” Asagi took Yukino’s hand and dragged him off to there home room class. The bell rang just as they took there seats and imminently Asagi started to day-dream. When the bell finally rang for lunch Asagi dragged Yuu up to the roof to go into there secret spot. From there spot they could see everything and not be seen themselves.

 

“Ne Yuu, did you really miss me?” Asagi asked just as they got up to the roof.

 

“Yea I did…” Yukino replied as he walked over to the corner Asagi followed and wrapped his arms around Yuu’s waist.

 

“I missed you too Yuu.” Asagi whispered to Yuu. “Ne Yuu is it ok if I do this?" Asagi kissed the base of Yuu’s neck softly working his way up to his ear. Yuu leaded his head back and slowly turned around and wrapped his arms around Asagi’s neck.

“You’re gonna make me want you even more Asagi…” Yukino whispered against Asagi’s lips.

 

Asagi just smiled and whispered back, “If you know how much I want you right now you wouldn’t be able to talk.” Asagi wanted to see just how long both he and Yuu could hold out until they both gave in.

 

“Hmm really? Because it seems to me that as much as you want me, you refuse to take me. Now why is that?” Yukino knew that he was pushing Asagi but he couldn’t help it. It was fun to tease his friend.

 

Asagi smiled. “Well maybe it’s because I haven’t heard the words that I’ve been dying to hear”

 

Yukino knew the words that Asagi wanted to hear but he refused to give them to him, instead he smiled and whispered, “Tell me what you want me to say.” Yuu bit Asagi’s lip gently.

 

Asagi shivered when Yukino bit his lip. “Oh you wanna play bad boy now huh?” Asagi murmured he pinned Yukino against the wall and buried his face in his neck kissing and licking it. “I want you to beg me to kiss you.” He whispered.

 

Yukino leaned his head back hearing Asagi’s voice resonating from his neck he caved in and whispered “Asagi please kiss me now, please.”

 

Asagi smiled and bit Yuu’s neck once before pulling Yuu against him and kissing him hard. Yuu smiled under Asagi’s lips and kissed him back. Asagi ran his tongue over Yuu’s lips and Yuu opened up for him sucking his tongue softly. Asagi couldn't get enough of Yuu's taste, he wanted more so much more but the bell rang and they had to go. Before they left Yuu took Asagi's face in his hands and whispered,

 

"Asagi I want to finish this later please." Without saying anything Asagi sealed the deal with a kiss and they went on with there day.

 

Sorry I don't know how to use the spoiler thing :leaf7::leaf10:

[Lancelot16]

So this is my Story, Called Sincerity cuz i Cant think of a better title.

 

 

Sincerity

 

Its been a long time since Ive seen the first person I have ever loved in my whole entire life. Months, years, decades, century, i don't even know how long it has been since i last saw him. Well, I don't really have any perception of time. However i could still remember those memories that we had together. I still remember when i first saw him, passed out outside the castle walls. My father said never to take "others" inside the castle because they are bad and they killed mother. However, I'm so fascinated of seeing "others", so i took him in, breaking my father's rule. Fortunately, he had gone outside, and wont be back for a few weeks. I'm not allowed to go outside the castle walls yet as I am still too young and since its dangerous outside.

 

 

 

I took care of him for about five days even though Im not sure how to take care of someone since my father always took care of me. On the sixth day, he finally woke up. He had this clueless expression on his face, after a few seconds after waking up he finally said,

 

'Where am I?'

 

'You're in the Crory Family's castle, My name is Frederick Crory. I saw you outside the castle and took you in, you're been passed out for five days now, I answered.

 

'Oh, is that so, thanks for taking care of me. Im Alford Lancaster'

'Oh! the war!' he said in an urgent tone. He tried to get up, but is struggling. He looks like he's in pain.

 

'Are you ok?', I asked.

 

'Yeah, Im fine' he said.

 

'You can stay here for a little while, don't push yourself too hard', I said.

 

'Thanks Frederick', he said.

 

'You're welcome', I said.

 

 

 

Two weeks have past and Alford can finally walk, although he's still not in the best condition. While his at the castle, he taught me a lot about the outside world. Although I have no interest on the outside world, I was curious. He told me about the war, its "others" fighting "others" and some die. He said he's a soldier of war. I asked him what dying is, and he simple answered, 'when you stop living'. I didn't ask him questions about the war any further because I can see the sadness in his eyes. He also told me about other things like creatures called "animals", they sound fascinating. Another thing that he told me about is this thing called "Love". He said its something that you feel for someone, he said 'when you love someone, you would do anything for them, when you're in love, its like being immortal, there is nothing you cant do for the person you truly love'.

 

 

 

He suddenly looked me in the eyes. I never seen this expression before, I cant read him. I got a little scared so i slightly backed off. But, he suddenly held my face and our lips touched. It felt warm, and there is this feeling inside me that I cant explain, It felt good.

 

I pulled myself and said,

'What did you do to me?'

 

'Its called a kiss, its something you do with someone you love', he said.

 

I held his face, and kissed him. I can tell that he was surprised of what I did, but he started kissing back. After a while, he started using his tongue and so did I.

 

We stopped to catch our breath, smiling to each other, he said, 'I LOVE YOU'. 'I THINK I ALSO LOVE YOU', I answered.

 

 

 

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SON!!!!!', Someone shouted. It was my father.

 

'Father, I can explain, he was unconscious and i took him in'. I said immediately.

 

'Didn't I say that you shouldn't take others inside the castle!?', You have disobeyed me!' he said angrily.

 

'Sir, Im so sorry, don't blame your son for this,' Alford said.

 

'YOU! what were you doing with my son, get out of my home!'

 

'But, father', I said

 

'Sir, I love your son', Alford said.

 

'Love! what do you humans know about love! for the past centuries, you humans have been waging war to each other! you humans are the reason why my wife, Frederick's mother, DIED! and you talk to me about love!, father said angrily. 'Get out of my home! NOW!'.

 

There was no convincing father.

 

'Ok, I will go now, but can i please talk to your son before I go', Alford said.

 

'Father, let me see him off, Please', I asked him, almost begging.

 

Father looked at him with a serious face for a second. Finally, he said, 'I will give you a minute, and thats it'. He looked at me, and walked off.

 

 

 

I helped him get his stuff and went to the gate.

 

'So, I have to go', I promise I will be back for you', Alford said, with sincerity.

 

'Im going to wait for you, even if it takes forever'. I told him, Im started to cry heavily. I never cried like this except when mother died.

 

'Alford said, 'Stop crying', and kissed me for the last time. He said, 'don't worry we'll see each other again someday',and start walking away will looking at me.

 

'Ill be waiting for you', I said.

 

 

 

That was the last time I saw him, many years have passed, I still remember his voice, how he looked at me, with those emerald green eyes, and most of all, i still remember his kiss, the way it made me feel. So, ill be waiting patiently, holding to his promise and sincerity.

 

 

 

 

this story has a part two, but it would be too long if i also posted the part two.

[Tetsu]

My Entry

 

Words: 600

 

Finding Irie

I, Toshiaki Mayumura, am in love with Irie Watase. He’s a family friend. I don’t know when I have started to realize this feeling of love for him, but it is true I love him, even though we’re both guys.

 

Irie is cute. He has a small build which looks so defenseless. He just looked like he’d break if hurt so I feel I had to protect him. But that was something I couldn’t do.That’s when I realize I am a powerless individual.

 

Irie lost his parents. They were involved in a car accident and were dead on the spot. I wanted to console him. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to cry with him. And yet, he didn’t show any sign of emotion. He didn’t cry; he didn’t look sad. His face… had the look of something broken.

 

Irie was taken by his relatives from Fukushima. It’s far but we can always text and send email, and maybe meet up sometimes. Or so I thought. I haven’t heard of him since then. I asked mom about him but all she knew was that he was taken in by another relative.

 

I know I should have given up. I tried finding the new place he’s staying but it turned out he ran away.

 

It has been six years since then. I’m now twenty three. I came out to my family a year ago. It was devastating, but they accepted me, at least my mother. Father said okay, but I think he was forced to say so.

 

“Mr. Mayumura, I have found the person you are looking for”

 

The voice on the telephone belonged to the private detective I hired.

 

“You did? Where is he right now?”

 

I was very excited. I can finally see him. I wonder if he remembers me.

 

“It’s in xxxx-xxxx, xxxx, xxxxx”

 

Wait… this place sounds familiar.

 

“Okay. Thank you Mr. Hanazono. “

 

“It’s nothing. Good luck”

 

And so the call ended.

 

I rushed to the place. But what I found was… a cemetery. Is he dead? So it was all for nothing? Tears came flowing from my eyes. I know this place; this is where his parents were buried. So he was buried with them huh. I walked to where I remembered Irie’s parents were buried.

 

Then I saw someone.

 

Standing in front of the grave was a tall man.

 

“Irie?”

 

The guy turned around. He changed this past few years. He’s tall and he’s very manly. But his eyes and and his smile stayed the same. He’s the same Irie I know and I loved.

 

I don’t care how he’d react, but I hugged him. And I kissed him. I kissed him like there’s no tomorrow, I kissed him for the six years I longed for his kisses. And surprisingly, he kissed me back.

 

“Irie…”

 

“Toshi…”

 

“... I love you ..Irie. And I finally found you”

 

“Me too. Sorry for disappearing. It’s a very long story. But I always hoped Toshi won’t forget me”

 

We kissed again. Toshi told me that the inheritance from his parents has caused disputes. His relatives only wanted money. At one point he was even threatened to death which was the reason he ran away. Luckily his father’s only brother found him and took him in the US. He stayed there until he graduated this year.

 

“Why didn’t you contact me, silly.”

 

I asked while I hugged him.

 

“I was… afraid you’d have forgotten me”

 

“No. I’ll never forget you. Even if you disappear on me again… I’ll always find you”

 

And so our romance continued.

 

 

 

 

[Emo-Lightning-No.6]

Joining this month as well.. Arigatou ne ^w^

Word count: 600 with the title.

 

 

My Reason For Living

“Grab a hold of yourself!! Makishima-san!!”

His voice is resonating in my ears while all I can see is full darkness. Hushed sounds are filling the air, and the shakes from rolling wheels can be felt on every inch of my body.

Other sounds keep on coming to me but among all of them I can only hear his voice. His voice is filling my head but something else is taking place. Tears?! Is he crying... Over me?

Flashes went back to the first moment we met. It was in a summer day where the warmth of the sun was hugging the Earth like a wrapped-up baby in its cradle. Lying on the beach, a hit on my face shook me up. I lift my head up to check it out; I heard a voice that could almost be a voice of an angel. “Gomennasai!! Are you ok?” A girl, no, a boy with a slender body, and soft and shiny white skin was closing by. “I-I’m fine! Is this yours?” Pointing at the ball that apparently was the thing that hit my face, I asked. “Yes. I’m so sorry for the trouble. I’ll be taking it back now! Thank you and sorry again!” He spoke those words and turned around to leave. At that moment, a rush came to my head and suddenly I pulled his hand. “What’s your name?” Out of nowhere, I asked that question. He looked at me with a shock and a blushing face and answered, “M-my name’s Yuki!!” With that, I left his hand and watched him run back to his group of friends.

After that encounter, a long while has passed with him being on my mind. Why is he taking this much attention? I can’t focus on my work and I can’t even sleep without his picture on my mind!!! It’s irritating to the point where my thoughts are becoming blurry and they are dazed by fantasies about him. DAMN IT!! We’re both guys and he looked younger than me. DAMN DAMN DAMN!! Get out of my head!!!

Another day has come and I was having a meeting to attend, a meeting in my company for the newcomers. Entering the room, an extremely familiar face crossed my eye sight. “YOU?” With a loud voice, all the people’s eyes were gazed upon me at that moment. The direction to where I was looking grabbed the attention of everyone. The pointed-out person was him. “Yuki. It’s you, right?” Out of embarrassment, his face was all red, like that day, and he ran quickly outside the room. Leaving everything behind, I followed him.

My steps got closer to him as I reached for his hand. It felt like a deja-vu. “I think I Love you!!! I couldn’t get you out of my head this whole time.” He was shaking like a little baby. “Let go. W-what are you talking about?” I couldn’t bear it, so I let it all out and told him everything. To seal everything, I grabbed his face and kissed his rose-like lips. We were both trembling, but that’s how our story began, and that’s how we’re together up-till now.

Opening my eyes, I saw him sleeping beside me. His hands are holding mine. I see now!! I’m in the hospital. “You’re awake Makishima-san?! Yokatta! I was so worried about you.” He was by my side all this time!! His sincerity took the best of him. “I’ll never leave you alone, dear Yuki!” Hearing that he smiled; at that moment, I realized that he’s all I’m living for.

 

[UndertheWeather]

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Word count: 549

 

 

Lies

 

 

When the frail body brushed against the steel operating table, thick scarlet fluid smeared across the lustrous surface. Reflexively, the bloodied figure arched its back to the touch of the cold platform, the contraction of its muscles forced more blood out of the fresh wound on its chest.

 

Down in the small hideout, the steady paddling of the water wheel was clearly audible; icy-cold water, tumbling down the stony river, streamed above the claustrophobic chamber unknowingly. Hanging on the low ceiling, the aged fluorescent light flickered noisily, casting dark shadows on the three gloomy faces. A soft groan was barely discernible amongst heavy breathings. With agile feet and nimble fingers, the doctor – his white coat smudged red – paced from counters to counters, drawers to drawers, retrieving medical equipments and prosthetic parts.

 

Finn stood frozen by the operating table. His outfit was drenched in blood, his hands soaked in blood, his face smeared with blood. Red specks dotted the glass of his surgically grafted goggles, obstructing his vision of the electronical blue prints that were projected on the glass. The figures and letters continued to flicker, changing every second as the computerised system of his goggles registered the fluctuation of the outside world.

 

“Finn…” The voice was hoarse, tainted with a gurgling of blood in the throat. The explosion had shattered his ribcage, sending fragments of crushed bones into his fragile lungs. If not for the augmented parts surgically implanted into his lungs, the man would long be dead before he arrived at the secret clinic.

 

At the call of his name, his eyes flitted into focus and fixed themselves at the deteriorating red mess atop the operating table. Their eyes met – his organic blue pair locked onto the prosthetic grey ones of his partner.

 

“Stay…”

 

Finn gulped as hesitation crept into his restless soul. It was true that he loved Terence, and it was true that he would stay with him, now and forever. But if there comes a time that he might have to change his mind and no longer stay by the man, would that make him a liar? Would that make him insincere? His present desire to stay with the dying man, he felt to be real, but if it ever changes for whatever reason, is it the case that his desire was false? And his promise, if he made one, fake? Is sentiment dependent not only upon the sensation, but also the truth of the matter?

 

His train of thoughts was halted as the doctor roared, “Get out of the way, Finn! You’d better stand guard outside!”

 

Panic took hold of his being. Whatever should he say to Terence? His eyes searched the face that he knew so well. Sadness and fear was apparent in the face, and at once he was overwhelmed with guilt; the doubts that he held were washed away in one wave. He loved Terence regardless of what he would turn to after the surgery; and there would never come a time when he will feel the urge to leave his side. Never. Even if he did feel it, he would stay for love was everything.

 

“Of course I will stay, Terence,” he murmured, the words bubbling from the bottom of his heart. A compassionate smile stretched across his pale face.

 

 

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Same to you….

 

 

“I think you should play this for last round today, ok?”

 

The servitor in this gambling house came closer and whispered into my ears.

It really surprised that the person who works inside warning a customer as I am. Ok,

I’d quit for today. Spending time for five hours here also exhausted me. I exchanged my rest chips and went out after putting on my coat and slammed the door.

 

 

Within five minutes, I heard the siren and several police cars drove straight to that place!

Oh my, what happened IF I still were there? I got goose bumps while thinking about that .

And how about that guy, wasn’t he safe? I thought to walk back to see him. I wanted to thank him for helping me like that.

 

All seemed chaotic; many people were arrested and conveyed in the cabs. I felt nervous and worried about that helpful guy.

And yes, there he was behind the bush outside. I smiled and hurried to him. He nodded his head and we walked along the boulevard.

I started the conversation by thanking him about his helping me. And I also asked why he came and saved me from this tight situation. He grinned and said that no one knew what happened and he never saw who could be rich from gambling. And he emphasized I looked too young to be a crazy gambler like all in the cabs as I've proved by myself.

 

He made me numb for a while, so I asked him back if he thought it’s unwell to gamble or taking risk why he worked there. He stopped walking and looked into my eyes then answered bitterly that since he lost his both parents, he earned himself and could work everything to live his own life. And he couldn't choose much more. Time is money, and money is his life too. Then he said goodbye because he had to work at the supermarket next lane.

 

I grabbed his hand and asked him to be with me for a while. After I got shocked from all rapid situations around me, dizzied and rolling head made me sick. He asked me if I was OK or not from my pale and sweaty hand. I wanted him to take me back to my place and I could pay him along this wasting time with me. He closed his mouth with his palm to shut up and asked me who he could contact to let them know about me when we were in taxi.

Since he was sincere and opened up to me, nothing to hide anymore. I told him I had no one and stayed alone too and from now on, I just want him to be by my side if he didn't mind then…….

 

 

 

[Asakura-Sama]

Words: 600

"I Write Tragedies not Lies"

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a saying, that if you looked at someone else eyes and your reflection on it were upside down, then that person is born to be a liar.

 

 

My grandma told me that, and if I saw one, I should avoid any kind of contact as much as possible, because that person would do no good at all.

 

She also told me that:

 

‘The person who always tells the truth is the most terrifying above them all….

Rather than the one who tells you lies, because even if it always lies, the possibility of you believing, is very low,

But when a person who you think will tell the truth started to lie….

It’s scary to think that you’ll still believe him, no matter what.’

 

 

 

The eyes of a liar, has your inverted reflection in it, a classmate of mine has those eyes, but to think that, the owner of those eyes, was the most sincere person you could find.

Nobody questioned nor doubted him, only I could see.

He was also an Old friend.

“Got to go”

I shift my glance to the man with a wide smile while waving goodbye. He looked at me, smiled, and then proceeded on sitting beside me.

“Studying after classes gives me headaches, it must be good to be smart like you class rep”

While his face still has a huge smile in it, I ignored him than started grabbing the materials we need.

I tutor him after classes, since the teacher ask me to do it, I can’t refuse even if I don’t want to.

Funny because even if he has an active lifestyle he gets poor grades, I guess studying was never his good points after all.

 

 

After we’re finally done I started to pack my things, when suddenly he grabbed my wrist.

“hey let’s study in my house during weekends, I wanted to learn more you know, my grades are going up because of you”

This same conversation again, I always give him a reply of ‘why’, but he’ll just reply me that he wanted to study, he even ask the teacher to ask me on reconsidering going on his house, since it will surely do good.

 

He was a liar I know it’s a lie.

“alright…”

But in the end I still agreed. He cheered up and smiled.

 

 

 

And as promised we meet in his house during the weekend, but that decision was the worst decision ever…

I knew it, but still I couldn’t prevent it from happening…..

But since I harbor feelings for him, I was still hoping it wasn’t….

 

 

“Class rep! good thing you could come let’s go to my room”

I followed him.

And his room, although it was quite dark, I could still see moving figures inside, so I hesitated, but he pushed me inside.

“Wha!?-“

“Sorry class rep, it’s your fault for being so pretty, your still… the same. Even when we’re kids, you’ll still believe me no matter what right? I’m short on money so please cooperate okay?”

He opened the lights and terrifyingly he smiled back at me, I looked around and other guys were around with handheld cameras on the table.

 

“sorry… I lied”

 

I looked at him suddenly, but somehow it’s not that awful, because I knew this moment will come, the moment he deceives me.

 

But the most terrifying thing….

 

Is when I looked at him closely, he was smiling….

 

He was smiling…..

 

 

Smiling…..

 

“……..”

And my reflection on his eyes….

 

 

 

Was not inverted.

 

 

 

 

----The person who always tells the truth is the most terrifying above them all….----

 

 

 

 

[diemme]

I hope this is all right because the love is mostly unspoken at this point: love between footballers. 593 words including the title

 

Caught Looking

 

 

 

The dressing room at half time is noisy and crowded; the team is winning comfortably so there isn't much for the coach to yell about. Alessandro sits on the bench and tries to ignore the noise. Paolo is on his left, talking over his head to Pippo on his right. One knee rests on the bench inches away from Alessandro's thigh and his hands are busy behind his head, doing something to his headband.

 

A flash of bare skin catches Alessandro's eye. During Paolo's efforts with his headband his shirt has bunched up on the left side. His shorts ride low on his hips and inches of toned flesh are exposed. Alessandro's eyes follow the rippled muscles of stomach, the jutting hipbone before being drawn downward by the ridge separating stomach from pelvis.

 

Surely there'd been enough air in the room a moment ago! Alessandro draws a gulping breath, hand jerking almost reflexively off his thigh. The naked skin seems to taunt him, to invite his touch. Alessandro had certainly touched Paolo in friendship before on both clothed and bare skin. But he'd never put his hands there, on that intimate, sensual little place, scant centimetres from Paolo's groin. He shifts, his shorts growing suddenly tighter. Still Paolo's shirt was still hooked up over his hip; surely Alessandro could just reach out and straighten it for him. That wouldn't harm anything, would it?

 

The chatter of voices is drowned out by the roar of blood through his veins; the dressing room itself has slipped away. Paolo's skin is smooth and damp beneath his fingertips. Little tendrils of warmth seep from flesh to flesh, like the soothing warmth of a cup of coffee in his hands on a cold morning. The skin is golden and looks like it might taste like some decadent dessert, rich and sweet and sinful. He'd like to touch his tongue to it, sample Paolo's flavour, and trail down the enticing ridge to its ultimate destination.

 

But Paolo is already looking down at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Pippo has vanished from Alessandro's right and the dressing room is beginning to empty out. How long had he been caressing his captain, Alessandro wonders. Not more than a few seconds surely, though he could probably get lost in Paolo's skin for hours and not realise it. He pulls Paolo's shirt down to meet his shorts and gives a little shrug.

 

"Your shirt was bunched up."

 

Paolo regards him silently for a while. Alessandro tries not to squirm under the scrutiny. Paolo steps back from the bench, offers a smile and holds out his hands. Relieved, Alessandro reaches for him and finds himself hauled enthusiastically to his feet. The unexpected effort throws him briefly off balance and he bumps against the other man.

 

Paolo's hands release his, moving to his shoulders to steady him. Alessandro realises he's somehow got hold of Paolo's hips. He'd let go and move back but the bench is hard against the backs of his knees and he honestly doesn't want to let go.

 

Paolo is so close that his breath is warm against Alessandro's skin, if either moved forward an inch their lips would touch. A million butterflies dance in Alessandro's stomach to the staccato beat of his heart. Paolo’s stare is curious, intrigued and faintly challenging. The tip of his tongue emerges to moisten his lips as he whispers.

 

"Thank you."

 

“Anything for you, my captain,” his tone is light but, somehow, Alessandro feels as though he’s just taken a vow.

 

 

[Ayakashiu]

em..here is my story~ ^^

Word count: 575

 

 

SINCERITY IS A DANGEROUS THING

 

»A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.« I always liked to read Oscar Wild, although I often don’t quite grasp the meaning of his words. Like now. Why would sincerity be dangerous? But as I think of it, Wild was always the cynical kind. I sometimes wonder if he should have more faith in humanity or was he right to see it as he did.

 

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted as something collides with my back. I’m flung forward, towards the table, my ribs not really appreciating the hard edge of the desk. As arms wrap around me, squeezing me hard, I realize I’m not being under attack. It’s just Tomoe. I sigh, waiting for him to let go of me, not wanting him to see, that I actually like his hugs.

 

“Tetsuya, please lend me your homework, pleeeease?” He makes puppy eyes, knowing I can’t resist. I hand it to him, turning my head around, looking at the clock. I don’t want him to see, that I blushed. He always had that effect on me. From the first year, I would blush every time he was near me. He must have noticed by now, but he never mentioned anything.

 

He’s saying that I’m the best and that I’m his favorite person in the world. That kind of words from him, always make my heart skip a beat, although I know he’s exaggerating. I’ve been thinking of confessing to him, getting it all out in the open, but I never had enough courage to do it.

 

On an impulse, I grab my classmate’s hand, just as he is turning to leave the library. “Tomoe..I have something I want to talk to you about.” Gathering all of my courage, I continue, not wanting to hide my feelings anymore. “I always liked you. But..not just as a friend.” I raise my head, looking directly into his eyes, wanting to see his reaction to my words, but what I see there, sends shivers down my spine. Where did the nice, cute Tomoe I know, disappeared? The person staring back at me looks like him, but those eyes..his eyes are cold as ice.

 

He snorts. “I knew that this moment will come eventually. It was really obvious. You, blushing like a maiden, every time I looked at you, giving me everything I wanted and complying with my every whim. Pathetic..” I don’t really grasp his words immediately, not wanting to believe, that what I’m hearing actually came out of Tomoe’s mouth. He was always so sweet to me, so why is he acting like this now?

Tomoe sighs, pulling his hand away from my grasp. “Look, I’ll be honest with you. I noticed that you like me a long time ago and I thought that a geek like you, will come in handy. And you did. I only hang out with you, so you would help me with my studying and homework.” He throws my notebook on the table in front of me and turns to leave. “Well, I guess it’s over. I’ll need to find someone else to help me now.”

 

I keep sitting there, alone, tears streaming down my cheeks. I never felt so betrayed before. An ironic smile appears on my lips, although I don’t feel like smiling at all. Dear Oscar..you were right. Sincerity can really be fatal..fatal for the heart.

 

 

 

[Ero Gaki]

Words: 598

"Eyes with no hint of Pretense"

 

Reo has always been the joking type, and I’ve really REALLY had enough.

Everything that comes out from that mouth of his are most likely… lies.

If you ask me how much of a liar he is, the percent will probably be 99% out of 100%. Success rate of honesty? 1%. If ever I become similar to those heroes who have the power to see through people, I’ll totally get sick of seeing Reo’s lies every single day.

Well, not like I ain’t getting sick of it right now.

I do not know why Reo loves to lie, especially in front of people. Is it because he wants attention? Most likely. He lies mostly in class where our classmates would laugh at his jokes about some people, and those jokes aren’t even true.

If Reo ever says something serious to me, I doubt that I’ll believe him without feeling reluctant.

I do not know what to do with Reo anymore! If only our parents aren’t long time buddies, I really would go and punch him to death!

--

Dismissal came earlier today since the teachers would have an important meeting. I’m glad it did because that way, I won’t be late for my favorite Anime series.

When I took a step forward to the door, Reo suddenly grabbed my wrist and ran towards the rooftop, dragging me along the way.

Being physically weak (or maybe just super lazy), I panted so hard and it took me several minutes to catch my breath. As soon as I could feel the oxygen in my lungs, I immediately retorted to him.

“What the heck, Reo?!” I yelled with anger as I placed my hand on my lungs. I may look like I’m exaggerating, but whatever.

I expected Reo to laugh and tease me about how weak I am, but Reo looked at me with serious eyes, which startled me. I’ve never seen him look at me like that.

Reo took a step forward towards me, and then he gripped my shoulders.

“Touya.. I.. I’m in-love with this certain girl!” He told me with a shaking tone.

I stared into his eyes and I gulped when I felt the sincerity in his eyes. It felt like the title ‘Liar’ got stripped off of him. It was totally new, and I can’t help but feel dumbfounded about it.

Seeing Reo look so sincere for the first time was truly a critical hit that it made me shut my trap for a minute until Reo shook my body.

“Touya! What will I do?” Reo asked, breaking the silence between us.

I was exaggerating again, but anyway, I told him an advice. “Stop joking and making up lies so that you’ll gain her trust.”

Reo flashed a very warm smile and hugged me. “Thank you, Touya!” He thanked me and then just like that, he dashed off.

The next day, Reo completely became the girl’s boyfriend. Reo stopped lying and joking. He also stopped hanging out with me since that girl completely caught Reo’s everything.

It had been quiet,.. to have Reo leave my side. It was what I wished for, that Reo would leave me simply because I’ve had enough of his lies.

But seeing Reo smile so sincerely to that girl, it made me sad for an unknown reason.

“I just hope that he looked at me with those sincere eyes instead..” I unconsciously muttered out when I was watching both of them from a distance.

 

Then just like that, a tear fell down on my cheeks and I became a total shut-in.

[Dreamer4ever]

:hamtaro-005 (13):Here's my entry.

 

Phew~ Ths took me awhile. ^.^

 

Title: Doubtful Love

Words: 600

 

 

 

"I love you."

 

Matt hated those words.

 

He could still remember the many times that his first boyfriend had said to him, creating an illusion that he was loved only to shatter it when he left him for another. Those words he had whispered had been a lie, playing with his feeling, becoming a nightmare at night.

 

So hurt was he, that for five years since then, he had not been able to love anyone else. Not that there was many who was willing to date an ‘ice prince’ professor. Seriously, he had tried, but no matter what he did, it seems like he could not escape the past that still continues to haunt him.

 

Then, he met Scott.

 

Scott was his total opposite. A constantly cheerful blonde, he was rarely angered by anything, but once you anger him, prepare for the bottom of hell. They had met at a conference, and being someone who , once he had his eyes on a goal, will so anything to get it. Matt had no chance against him. He was also very persistent, resulting in Matt constantly giving in to his demands, also keeping their relationship steady for 10 months, his longest yet since Jack.

 

Honestly, with all his persistence, Matt wished he could accept the love Scott showered on him, but the memory from years ago still continue to haunt him endlessly. He could only be thankful that the other hadn’t tried to say those words after trying it once on the fourth date. It had been slightly painful.

 

Reaching the national park where their latest date would be, Matt immediately found himself dragged by Scott through the woods before he could protest. For once, Scott seemed to be in a hurry, glancing at his watch constantly.

 

“Just follow me.” Scott said before he could even open his mouth. Looking at his hurry, Matt decided to keep quiet for once.

 

Finally, they emerged into an open area; a quick look informed him that it was a cliff. Yet, rather than being worried for his safety, Matt found his eyes stuck on the surprise that Scott had prepared. Time had froze then.

 

Near the edge of the cliff stood a painting, nothing special to normally, but to him, it meant everything.

 

The background of it was a brilliant replica of the sunset that was actually ongoing then. The subject of it was what stunned him though. It was a very well painted picture of him and Scott, standing together, holding hands and smiling.

 

Matt knew he looked nothing special, but the picture seemed to say otherwise. He was literally glowing in it, the sunset wrapping around him, that soft smile that seemed to fit so perfectly on him. It reminded him of the times that he had been happy in the past. Without his knowledge, tears started pouring down his face.

 

“Do you like it?”

 

Matt nodded, unable to form words. He turned to look at Scott, staring at him through the tears. Finally, he could see the beauty of the smile that Scott gave him and eyes filled with love. He did not have to even guess the artist.

 

“I love you.” He whispered.

 

Matt found himself beginning to cry. Those words that had been a curse to him finally sounded like how it should be; filled with love. It held sincerity that reached his heart, melting the ice around it, breaking him free of the chains of the past. Looking up at his boyfriend, he finally returned the words with equal amount of emotions in them.

 

“I love you too.”

 

[FatPanda]

Last Minute >_>

Word count: 575

 

 

-Nuisance-

 

Yesterday, I lost my best friend.

 

We’d gone out to celebrate my promotion and gotten a little too drunk. In our hazes, he suddenly leaned over and took me by my hand. I remember the intense stare and flushed face as he said, “I love you. I always have, since high school.” The words took me by surprise and in the heat of the moment, I’d pushed him away. I’ve never considered him as anything but a friend. The suddenness had me acting before I could think. The touch lingered on my hands, sharp enough to hurt. Being rejected so firmly, he’d froze for the moment while I tried to stutter an apology. Nothing came out though, just silence.

 

After that, I don’t quite remember what happened. I just remember fleeing and him shouting at me. I’m sure I ran like the wind. Perhaps I should have stayed and apologized but I couldn’t bring myself to. I was scared he was serious. I mean, I’m not gay. I don’t like men. And I’ve never known him to like men either. I’ve never had to reject anyone before and I definitely didn’t want to watch as I broke my best friend’s heart. Even though I had done it, at least I didn’t have to see it happen. He must hate me for being so quick to reject. I hadn’t even given it much thought and I’d run away. Childish.

 

As I pondered what I’d do to apologize, the doorbell rang. There was a delivery for me. I opened the door and the man handed a bouquet of flowers to me. Taking the pack, I signed for them and said goodbye to the man. With a sigh, I looked at the sender. Keith, my best friend I’d rejected yesterday. I hate flowers. He knows that.

 

He hates me.

 

Of course I should have expected that but I hadn’t expected him to be so immature. If I didn’t like him, he should just let it go. Why did he have to spite me with flowers? To me, they represented “nuisance”; taking time and effort to keep and wilting when they tired of you. Then they’d create a mess for you to clean. Truly a nuisance. Did he think that’s what I was now that I didn’t like him back? Furious, I stomped back inside. That one instance had me glad I’d rejected him. It taught me just what kind of person he was.

 

I picked up my phone and dialed his number. “How dare you send me flowers?! You know what they mean to me!” I shouted at him.

 

He calmly replied, “Armin, read the card.”

 

“Shut up! I don’t take orders from anyone, especially not the ones who send me stupid flowers!”

 

“Read the card.”

 

Still angry, I barked, “I said shut up!” but begrudgingly looked at it anyway. Stunned at the words written there, I stuttered, “You’re an idiot.”

 

There was no reply, just a chuckle. We hung up quietly. He probably knew I’d seen the words and been taken aback. He always knew what was on my mind. I’ve never thought of him as anything more than a friend but yesterday he made me start thinking. I still wasn’t convinced I could like him but at least I was thinking about the possibility. I looked at the card again.

 

They’re beautiful but they’re a nuisance. Still, they’re worth it. That’s why I’m not giving up.

 

[Saga]

 

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[Emo-Lightning-No.6]

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aaaaaaaaaa... Congrats ^w^

[Dreamer4ever]

@Asakura-Sama , congratulations!!!! ^.^

Good luck in the next contest too!!

[SCAR]

i knew u would win teckr ... congo

[Ayakashiu]

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congrats! i'm really happy that you won ^^ i loved your story, cause it gave me goosebumps O_O

[Asakura-Sama]

Aww thank you everyone

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congratulations~ ^^

[Asakura-Sama]

thank you ;D