៙BL 'Letter to You' ~Writer Contest~៙

[gin]

 

 

[dhanychan]

feeling

 

sreeeett ... the sound of ice skate ...

Today the usual places I did the exercises ice skating. alone.

when I feel emotion, I always escape to practice ice skating or ballet practice to clear my head ...

"Haaaahh..." I sighed

today really bad day, I look for Victor everywhere. did not see him instead met his fans crazy.

"I think I died.girl turned out to be a terrifying" a shiver of apprehension imagine what had happened.

"Victor, where are you? What about our program?"

"..."

"Victor, stupid" I am cursed with a small voice

"Who are you calling stupid ?!"

suddenly there was a voice from behind my back. surprised, I immediately shouted "Wuaaa .. !!"

"Vi ... vi..victor? !!"

"Yoo ... yuri ..." he said. smiling enforced

"So, who you calling stupid ?!" he asked again. hand pinched my cheek and pulled tightly

"I'm sorry...i'm sorry" I said, crying in pain

after hearing me apologize, he took his hand from my cheek.

"Okay, now..."

"Victor, where did you disappear? I was looking for you everywhere?" I interrupt

victor silent, and suddenly holding my shoulders, thrust his face toward me. "want to know?"

deg! deg! deg! I paused transfixed, unable to move. I see his eyes were looking at me straight, smell the fragrance and feel the warmth of his lips ...

his lips ...

his lips ...

HAAAAAAH? !!!

surprised, without thinking, I pushed him hard

"Wuaa..!!" he shouted

brukk !! Victor fall "Hurt, what are you doing Yuri?"

Eh ... he was not aware of?!! serious?!!

"I'm sorry 'I said quickly, helping him stand

"What are you two doing?" asked a girl, long-haired brown

"Minako-san ?! ' I say surprised to see Minako-san is here, at the time she was working.

but, victor does not look surprised, with a smile "Oh, that, Yurii... hmmmphh..."

quickly, I shut the mouths victor by hand. "No, nothing"

"... Oh, victor, you forget my letter" Minako-san said, handing him a letter pink

victor surprised and received a letter "Eh,,, sorry, come just dropping the letter"

"HAH ?! if caught, could ... bla ... bla..bla (not audible in my ears)

What is that? What letter is that? What happened?

deg! deg! deg! again my heart ...

"Yu ..."

"Yuuu .."

"Yuriii !!!" Victor shouted

surprised, I answered "yes"

"What is wrong with you?"

"Uh, where to go Minako-san?" I looked around, there is only me and victor

"You okay? What's wrong? During exercise, you are not concentration? Minako's gone, you're not aware of?" his face was worried

"Uh..Eh.. it is okay. I have affairs so I go home first. Thank you very much. Goodbye"

"Eeehh... YuuuRRRiii!!!" victor looks shocked and called me many times. but, I ignored him and ran as fast as possible

What is wrong with me!! Why do I think about the contents of that letter? Why, I was curious?!!

Hah...perhaps, I'm jealous ... jealous of their closeness ...

or worse, they are both dating...

"hahaha.." I laughed wryly and are not aware shed tears

after that, I keep a distance victor and Minako-san for a week. training program was also felt awkward between me and victor

until, victor hit my head "What is wrong with you? you're avoiding me a couple of days, and not concentrating during practice.tell me or our training program canceled"

"Eeee? !!!" I was shocked while holding my head

"T-E-L-L M-E"

see his face serious. I told him all I had in mind.

"Hmm ... HAHAHAHA" viktor guffaw "You're really stupid hahaha?" he added

look at his behavior, my face sour.

"Yurii, I and Minako did not have any relationship. because there was no time to think about it.if curious,please read this letter"

I was surprised to see him pull out a letter from his pocket and handed it to me. tremble, I opened the envelope and...

"HUH? !! It's just a free meal coupon" Pork cutlet bowls! "" I said in disbelief

"yup" he said laughing lightly

I was silent confusion

"It is a gift for you if you made it into the final of the world championship ice skating.

You remember last week you looking for me? at that time I was in a place Minako,talk about this" he explains

"so, Yuuri. if you win, you'll get a reward meal "Pork cutlet bowls" with me as long as you want. so you have to win, ok?" he said, excited

"HAAHH?!! impossible!!" I disputed "After all, why the prize only eat" Pork cutlet bowls "" I grumbled

"oh, you do not want, okay I'm torn "he said as he picked up a coupon from my hand

"I did not say I would not take "I say, taking the coupon it again

"I just said why only coupon"

"Yuri, these are my feelings to you .." he looked at me serious, grasp my shoulders, and whisper "after this... s-e-c-r-e=t"

Deg!deg!deg! I was silent, gulped

"So, the coupon is only valid if you win the world championship." he said laughing

"victor,It was very heavy. What if regional championship?" I say begging

"no, must win the world championship"

"regional championship"

"world championship"

"regional..."

"world..."

 

 

 

Ps : sorry if wrong or extension... and sorry if similar...

 

[vessalius]

This is my first time writing such a short story XD

It was quite challenging.

 

 

“Kageyama!” A certain red head raised his voice when he noticed that his fellow partner was daydreaming during practice.

 

“KAGEYAMA!” Running out of patience, he screamed at Kageyama.

 

“HINATA, WHAT DO YOU WANT?” Finally, Kageyama snapped out of his fantasy world. Hinata sighed and went back to practice.

 

Kageyama was not being his usual self. He was always fired up when it comes to volleyball but, he was different today. Something is definitely bothering him.

 

TIMESKIP

“Tobio-chan!” Kageyama shuddered when he heard a familiar voice. Kageyama quickly ran away but, the brunette caught up to him. The brunette hugged Kageyama until Kageyama couldn’t breathe. “O-Oikawa-san……I……can’t……breathe……”

 

“Why are you here?” Kageyama asked nervously. Oikawa smirked. “We are having a date today, right?”

 

“Shit, I had forgot about that.” Kageyama mumbled to himself.

 

Oikawa pouted, “Well, a promise is a promise!” Then, he grabbed Kageyama’s hand and dragged him to the nearest café.

 

As usual, the atmosphere around them was awkward. They might seem close, but they do not know much about each other. Kageyama was really pissed because all of the female customers in the café were fawning over Oikawa. Oikawa also responded by waving at them.

 

“Tsk.” Kageyama clicked on his tongue and looked away.

 

Oikawa then smiled and looked at Kageyama. Due the intensity of Oikawa’s stare, Kageyama’s face gradually became red. His heart was fluttering because he can felt Oikawa’s eyes on him.

 

“Did you read my letter?”

 

Oikawa’s sudden question made Kageyama looked at him.

 

“No……I haven’t.”

 

“Come on. The letter is almost two years old!” Oikawa exclaimed. Kageyama apologized, “I’m sorry, Oikawa-san.”

 

Oikawa did not expect that Kageyama would apologize to him. He felt a little happy but he was really sad because he really Kageyama to read his letter. ‘Maybe I should wait for another year.’ Oikawa thought.

 

TIMESKIP

Kageyama jumped onto his bed after an exhausting day. He buried his face onto his pillow and he couldn’t stop thinking about Oikawa.

 

He had always wanted to read Oikawa’s letter but he was scared to open it because he felt that the content will not be as good as he thought.

 

Kageyama stood up and walked towards his table and took out an old envelope. He touched the envelope while thinking about his school life when he was still at Kitagawa Daiichi.

 

When I first saw him, I thought that he was just a playboy without any decent skills. I looked down on him.

But……

Everything changed when I saw his toss.

 

Kageyama opened his eyes and tore the envelope. He took out the paper and read it. After reading it, he quickly ran outside his house.

 

He ran with his fastest speed, and reached the station.

 

“Tobio-chan?” Oikawa looked at Kageyama with his eyes widened because Kageyama was sweating and panting a lot. Kageyama then raised his right hand that was holding the envelope.

 

“I…..accept…” Before Kageyama could finish his sentence, Oikawa pulled him into a tight embrace. Oikawa sobbed. “Do you know how long I’ve waited?”

 

Kageyama hugged back and smiled, “Ya.”

 

Dear Tobio-chan, I had always been envious of you because of your talent. I really hated you but I just can’t seemed to crush you. You always pissed me off. You act like you looked up to me but you actually hate me right?

I’m such an idiot. Why am I feeling like this towards you?

You’re not cute at all. You’re too serious.

But, why am I falling for you?

I seriously don’t know, but I am definitely in love with you.

-From your senpai, Oikawa.

 

 

[Yuare]

Ahhh! it was so hard not to cross the maximum amount of words :Sad:

 

 

I stared down at that piece of paper in my in my hand. “Why did he write a letter? Why didn't he tell me face to face..?“ Was I angry?... No... That's not what I felt at that moment... A drop of water fell down onto that stupid piece of paper... “Water? No... Tears?“ I came back to reality and realized that I started crying.“Why am I crying?“ Trying not to think about it anymore I wiped away my tears... no use. They came back right after. “Why?!“ The tears and thoughts wouldn't stop. They wouldn't go away. I fell onto my bed and covered my eyes with my arm. What am I feeling right now? Is it sadness? Am I sad? Looks like it... “Tsuyoshi... you stupid idiot... Why are you making me feel that way?”

The next day I woke up with an aching head. I looked at my phone to see what time it was. 04:20 am. I had 127 new messages in four chats... I sighed and pressed on the message icon. 107 new messages from a group-chat. 12 new messages from my sister and... I stopped for a second. 8 new messages from Tsuyoshi. I felt the tears coming back again. What does he want..? I started shaking but pressed on his chat anyways.

Yesterday 07:30 pm, Tsuyoshi: “Hey Yu... um are you there? Did you get my letter?”

07:30 pm, Tsuyoshi: “I'm sorry I couldn't tell you personally...”

08:15 pm, Tsuyoshi: “It's unusual for you to already be asleep... are you ignoring my messages?”

08:20 pm, Tsuyoshi: “Please don't ignore me...”

08:47 pm, Tsuyoshi: “…”

09:28 pm, Tsuyoshi: “I'm sorry...”

10:11 pm, Tsuyoshi: “...”

Today 04:00 am, Tsuyoshi: “Hey I'll be leaving in three hours... please stop ignoring me... I don't want to end things like that...”

I just got sadder but... I couldn't let him go just like that! So I took a deep breath and started typing.

04:49 am, me: “Where are you?”

Just a few minutes later my phone started vibrating.

An answer...

04:53 am, Tsuyoshi: “Huh? I'm on my way to the airport, why?”

04:53 am, Tsuyoshi: “But I'm glad that you don't ignore me...”

04:53 am, Tsuyoshi: “I was afraid you would.”

The next thing I did was getting dressed. Finished. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still red from me trying to wipe my tears away and my hair was messy. I tried my best to make myself look acceptable to go out... Once I was finished I took my jacket and keys and left the house. I took my bike and got on it.

30 minutes later I was there. I took my phone out of my pocket and texted Tsuyoshi.

05:55 am, me “Where are you??”

06:00 am, Tsuyoshi: “Airport... Are you okay?”

06:00 am, me: “Where exactly?”

06:02 am, Tsuyoshi: “Eh..? waiting for my flight... 2... Why??”

I put my phone away again and started running. When I spotted him I ran towards him and when he saw me he had a surprised look on his face. Once I reached him I embraced him tightly. “At least say good bye personally, idiot...” After a bit he accepted my embrace. “I'm sorry... Did you... Cry?” I nodded. “Sorry...” He suddenly ended the embrace and looked me in my eyes “I promise I will come back. So wait for me, okay?” I nodded again and he started smiling. Then he slightly lifted my chin and kissed me...

[Alezander]

My entry~! Yaoiotaku's word limits are always sooo challenging. Si~gh...

 

I'll Let You Know

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[td]He knows everything about me, and I of him. I don't particularly remember how we started, but I do recall the actual moment when I realized I was possessive of him.

 

As you already know, I was the school jock, the class clown, the council president, the number one of the school. I was that one guy that everyone loved and wanted.

 

He was lame, shabby, a misplaced geek, a misfit. He was a pain to look at, so no one wanted to get near him. He stood out like a sore thumb while treated as invisible as the freckles on his cheeks. This was reality to him, and he acknowledged it. Yet he was no different. He was no exception to being drawn to me.

 

He followed me everywhere, sitting at the table behind mine during lunch, visiting the store where I work part time at, watching my window late at night. Sometimes I'd turn around so quick so he wouldn't have a chance to hide, and catch him giving me this longing look which I often made use to relieve me of my heated nights. I've never talked to him. I've never smiled at him. Not once have I touched him, held him, tasted him. But before I could fight it, I was thinking of him.

 

Once, just to tease him, I let him watch me kiss a friend. He didn't interfere. He stood where he hid in silence. After that, he was gone for three weeks. When he came back to school, his eyes were sunken and he looked pale. But what caught my attention the most is the fact that he stopped following me around. He didn't give me so much as a glance anymore, and I was infuriated. I hated it.

 

He knows everything about me, and I of him. Pretty soon, I was stalking my own stalker. I followed him to his apartment. Numerous times I fantasized following him up the stairs and into his room. I wanted to smell him up close, I wanted to hear his voice and make him call my name. I wanted him to want me again, and to tell him to take responsibility for making a mess out of me.

 

When you and I started dating, I saw no more of him. I forced him out of my mind. I did my best to fall in love with you. You are kind and strong, everything a man could wish for, and you became an irreplaceable woman in my heart. I don't regret choosing you to be my wife. I love our daughters, I love our family, our home. But I can't lie forever. I love him, then, now and for as long as I live. There is an emptiness in me, and it stings harder each day. Dear wife, I long to be with him. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I will apologize anyway. It's okay if you don't understand.

 

I've left enough in your account to last until our baby's twentieth birthday. I won't ask for custody unless you want me to. I've signed the papers. They're in the top cabinet.

 

I'm sorry I couldn't be a good husband to you. You must think me shameless for this. But the reason why I've finally decided is because you, dear wife, gave me strength to believe in myself. Thank you.

 

I pray for your and our family's happiness. If it's not too much to ask, please pray for mine, too. This is my letter to you.

 

 

P.S. When I find him, I'll let you know.

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[addyLicious]

Word Count: 605

 

 

FADING VULNERABILITY

 

The pages seem to fly as fast as time goes by. The stack of papers piling up signifying how long I have been waiting. The dried ink of the pens I have used, rendered useless for the letters I sent, all unanswered, all returned. I wonder why can’t I bring myself to burn them. Why can’t I let the proof that you’re not here, fade away, disappear from my sight. Why can’t I let go. Maybe it’s because I will feel the pain of the burning papers like how the fire will consume my memories and leave it to dust. I am afraid that I will forget how I feel for you, that even when you can’t reciprocate, I will choose to cherish it, forever.

 

…

 

Will you wait for me?

 

I faked a surprise then grinned when you didn’t crack a smile.

 

So serious, my love. Was that supposed to be even asked? Of course I will. Always.

 

I cupped your face, pulled it down so that we stand as equal, smoothed the frown marring your beautiful features, offered a smile before I closed my eyes to feel your lips. These are the moments I live for. These are the memories I tucked with me to bed whenever I feel lonely, whenever it gets cold. These are what I long for ever since you’ve been gone.

 

When I looked back the day you left, I questioned myself why I trust you so, unreservedly. I didn’t ask when will you be back because I know you will always come home to me. I didn’t ask why you want to go when we have all the things we need here. I didn’t ask how long or how far. I didn’t ask. Should I have, when I trust you with everything, even my life?

 

That might be my downfall, my weakness. To completely trust the person who holds my heart because I see no reason why not to. He’s everything I wanted to be with me until I draw my last breath. I loved him so and nothing can ever change that.

 

I wonder, will you hate me if I start to let go? If I start to move on and live my life free from your reign over me? If I bury that you’re my world? It doesn’t mean I will forget you because even if I want, that will be impossible. My heart will never be complete without your presence on it and I am quite positive that I have showed just how much I love you.

 

But you’re not here and will never be. You will not come back into my arms even if I wait until I can’t anymore. The letters will forever be left unanswered, stacked and lonely piled in the corner, as the words starts to lose their worth and meaning.

 

My love for you will never be gone. I might not feel so strongly for you as I have when we were together, as I have on those few months after you left, maybe even those few years after your death, but I will always love you, my love. The letters that I can never burn or bury will be the proof of that. I will keep them safe even when I have to tear them off from my sight.

 

It is time to move on. The letters will still collect dust, they will stay unanswered but I know I need not to ask questions for the time we spent together is enough of a lovely memory that will never fade nor soiled.

 

I will always wait for you.

 

[crystald]

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"The Awakening"

 

 

Allen awoke with a tingling all over his body, the sensation of hypersensitivity overwhelmed him. He slowly opened his eyes and an explosion of colors and glittering assaulted his sight. Carefully he slipped across the bed to the edge, where he sought his slippers and nightgown. He took a few moments to take a deep breath and calm down. On his nightstand was a rose button that indicated a message behind the dresser mirror, he went to the dresser and took it, it was an envelope sealed with the initials of his beloved Raoul St. James . The envelope weighed more than normally, he opened it carefully and pulled a letter from inside, at the bottom was a key engraved with the crest of the St. James family. He unfolded the letter and gazed at Raoul's elegant handwriting, his hand gently caressed the sheet, and his lips formed a faint smile.

 

"Dear Allen, by the time you read this, everything will have changed. The shackles that tie you to your previous life will be gone. Yesterday, while you were at tea with your father I snuck in your bedroom and scented your night lotion, when you applied the lotion it triggered your first real heat. Don’t be alarmed my love, everything is alright. Burn this letter in the fireplace. You'll know where to find me. Love, R."

 

He couldn’t believe that Raul had finally managed to do it. He rekindled the fire and threw the letter in it, as he did so, his bedroom began to fill with the heady scent of Raoul, when he inhale it he began to feel warm and tingling inside, but then, a part of his brain came alive and he sense a latent direction of the same scent that led him somewhere else.

 

Allen didn’t hesitate; he walked to the back of his bedroom and peeked through the window to have an idea of what the weather would be like. It was cloudy and the air smelled like an incoming storm, so he took his warmest coat and his more resilient clothing, put on his hiking boots and took the letter along with the key and he let himself be led by the direction indicated by the scent.

 

The rain was tumbling down and Allen could see it through the skylight as he walked through the corridors that led to the back of his father's estate. When he left the house, he adjusted the hood of his coat to protect himself from the raindrops that fell on his face, he continued quietly without being seen by the field staff. His path led him through the grove that divided his father's estate from the royal forest. He hesitated for a moment but kept going. After two hours of travel he came to a small hunting lodge with the beloved emblem embedded in the door, he took the key and slipped it through the lock, when he opened the door, the heat of the room, which was mixed with the longed scent of his mate, assaulted him. He went on inside and reached the main room, where a warm fire awaited him.

 

There, his beloved rose, turned around and faced him, opening his arms from side to side smiling at him. He almost ran the last few steps until Raoul took him in his arms and squeezed him tightly, twirling him in the air as he whispered sweetly in his ear: "Welcome home baby!"

 

This would be their bonding enclosure, after that there would be nothing anybody could do to separate them.

 

[Miyazaki Ken]

"A Box of Paper"

 

 

 

Recently, I have found myself eyeing a small, 12” by 12”, lacquered, mahogany box. It sits, on a pearly white cushion, in the front window of an antique store that I pass by on my way home from college. And each time, as I greet the shopkeeper, I wonder if I should buy it.

 

I wanted to buy it as soon as I saw it. There is nothing remarkable about it; it’s what would be called a minimalist piece of art. Inlaid with an iron sheet it is surprisingly light and easy to carry. The wooden lock is intricately made as such there’s no need for a key, there is no pattern on any side, and even the wood colouring is without a ripple, though there is a small symbol etched on the lock, it’s hard to discern.

 

You see, I do not like owning items with a flamboyant design. The box fitted my taste perfectly; no splashes of colour and no unnecessary details. The only furniture in my two-room apartment is a tar-black bean bag chair and a medium sized, coffee-brown, wardrobe. Besides this I have some cooking utensils since I like to cook for myself. In the year that I have lived here I have not bought any furniture. There was no need nor did I feel like I had to. But now, for the past few days, I cannot think of anything else besides that box.

 

There is no particular reason as to why I need the box, in fact there really is no need, thus my anguish. It’s just that the letters are piling up. There is enough room to keep them--I have been keeping them carefully bound with a pinkish-white, sakura coloured, ribbon besides the wardrobe--but when I saw the box I felt it calling me. The letters would stay safe, in the air-tight box, away from the dust and moister; preserving the paper.

 

I could keep them in the wardrobe, in fact I had kept them there, but it was getting annoying to open the wardrobe so often. Ken is a bit eccentric when it comes to letter writing. Sometimes there will be no news for weeks and then I would get five-six letters, each three-four page long, every day. Besides, I prefer having the letters on hand.

 

If there is anything out of character in my life, it’s Ken. About three years ago, he had just moved in my previous neighborhood and had come over with a housewarming gift. His face and clothing were ordinary, he had the usual Tokyo dialect, his voice was deep, and speech polite. That’s why getting confessed to the very next day was unexpected. Naturally, I turned him down but he was persistent. There was no reason for us to meet; we went to different schools; our social groups were different; and our houses were a street apart but he preserved.

 

After about a year we started going out. Our tastes and opinions often do not match at all, we frequently argue, and it’s always bothersome to makeup, especially when Ken becomes anxious that I am incapable of sexually loving another man after all. Those are tiring days.

 

Surely, I am getting infected with his useless extravagance but it would be nice to surprise him. Besides, if ever there’s a fire, the letters will be safe.

 

Epilogue:

*lock turns*

“Shun-kun, I brought your favorite takoyaki. Shun~?”

Huh? A box? Definitely suspicious, let’s see what’s inside. Letters?

*smack*

“Don’t go through others belongs”

*niko niko* “I was right to fall for you after all”

“Idiot”

 

 

 

[BlxxdyButterfly]

599 words. Condensed it as much as I could.

 

The door opened and the late fall breeze hit me, sending chills down my spine. My hair swayed with the rise and fall of the wind currents. Between the strands of hair, I spotted him; Brandon, the guy I have had a crush on for years. His body seemed more lean and muscular than a couple years ago when we were in high school. His emerald eyes met mine for a second before continuing the conversation. I ordered a beer while helping myself to peanuts. I took a swig of the beer I had ordered and nervously twiddling my thumbs along while acting as if I was listening to the ones beside me. And so the night dragged on with little excitement until it came to about 2 a.m.

 

“I’ll take you home.” A soft yet coarse voice offered from behind. it was Brandon who offered and the pleading look in my eyes went unnoticed as we started to leave the bar and heading in the direction of my parents home. He used his hands to skillfully steady me on my feet. Every few feet I couldn't keep my balanced and the road seemed to keep moving. The road was so dizzying that it mixed with the confusion in my head, causing my vision to fade with my strength.

 

“Hey.” A large hand patted my face, it was the same as when we were children, it was the hand that reassured me when I had a fever and when my father passed away. I cracked my eyes a bit and the light flooded in making me squint. My mind was a mess, my only response was to ask Brandon to get me some ibuprofen in my desk drawer. His heavy footsteps were a delight to listen to hear but it sent me back into the darkness.

 

I awoke naturally this time, I reached for my cell but it wasn't there. I gave up on that and sat up and scratched my head. I felt like I was forgetting something. This time when I opened my eyes, there was some darkness but the light at my desk was illuminated and the silhouette of a man was slouched there; it's Brandon.

 

Grabbing a throw blanket from my closet I covered him the best I could without disturbing his sleep. I stared at the outline of his lips, entranced by the fact I got to see him after years since high school. Glancing below his lips to the desk I spotted a crumpled paper with writing. It took me a second to recognize the chicken scratch that I call my handwriting; it’s the love letter I wrote to Brandon in High school before graduation so that I could lock up these feelings in an envelope. While in a panic, I tried to maneuver the paper from under him but it failed and he began to stir; it was a chance. I snatched the paper from beneath him and clutched it in my chest.

 

“Ryan!” Brandon stumbled out of the chair and fell onto me leaving us two on the floor. Brandon collected himself and lifted himself off me but sat only inches away. On the floor, he reached up to the desk and grabbed an envelope. He blushed and kissed the envelope and stuck it out in front of me. This gesture was confusing.

 

The look must have been evident on my face because the words he said next made me realize and grab the letter. A shy smile spread across those lips.

“This is my letter to you. A reply.”

 

[Key]

 

 

 

 

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[Alezander]

Thank you. If there's a Tight Rope card, could I have that please? If not, then the Hidoku Shinaide is fine, too. Sankyuu~n!

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