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The Hello! Project Fanfics => H!P Fanfics => Crack-to-Go => Topic started by: kjpop on May 14, 2012, 08:54:52 PM
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Not really sure how this works, but I think I'm doing it right LOL So this here is a place for me to put some one-shots. A lot of these stem from personal experiences that I more or less shouldn't be discussing publicly, but I will anyway (hence the name of the topic :lol:) or are just the result of me watching some horribly gushy, romantic/angsty piece of romance in movie/drama form. Blah :doh:
So yeah, first up: The character's aren't explicitly stated, but you can figure it out if you think hard enough. At least for the characters I had in mind lol Actually, this doesn't have to be anyone in particular unless you want it to be. It's written from 1st person perspective, so you have a lot of flexibility when it comes to deciding who's who =D It's pretty angsty, but I just can't help it. I promise it gets better at the end, I SWEAR!!!!!!! XD)
Anywho, here it is! Props to you if you can call out the movie shoutout that I have somewhere in this fic :cow:
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I always knew nothing good could ever come from these graduations. We promised everyday before and after my own graduation that we would never lose contact, always keep in touch. Things would never change and nothing between us would be different. Time, however, was fleeting and the two of us failed to keep up, keep our empty promises.
There were the precious moments, the times when our often conflicting schedules finally granted us the rare pleasure of each other's company. We walked separate paths of life now, a fact made painfully clear over the conversations we shared over our occasional dinners. While I talked about musicals and fashionable fancies, you discussed tour dates and members' progresses. Conversations about anything else seemed all too trite, almost forced in despondent attempts to find common ground in the haze of the great divide that manifested itself as time sped forth. It worried me, and though you were never one to show it, I could tell it bothered you, too.
I realize your schedule must be dreadful, and mine is not quite a walk in the park, either. Yet, with quiet confidence and heavy hesitance, I ask you if you would like to spend your few days of free time with me. Bring your things in your duffle bag or small carry-on, and just come over. Stay for a while. Let's enjoy each other's company as life expected, as we wanted: together and without the limitation of time.
Staring outside my bedroom window, I find myself with sweaty palms and a slightly racing heartbeat. I couldn't begin to describe the number of times and ways I had rearranged my apartment for you, how I shoved the things I was inherently ashamed of into tucked nooks and crannies throughout my living space, how I changed my sheets and cleaned my bathroom and kitchen, how I wondered if I should change the sheets on the guest bed as well. Nervous anticipation for your arrival no doubt, but I realize with each second I wait is a second wasted. But I see you pull up in a local cab, tugging your bag outside with no struggle before paying your dues and bidding that blessed driver goodbye.
I rush down the stairs of the apartment complex to meet you. We share smiles and a warm, almost desperate embrace in silent greeting. There was never a need to say hello, never any need for conversation. You were here, I was here, and to us that's all we ever needed. I offer to carry your single bag up to my apartment and you accepted the offer appreciatively, wearily. I wonder if you can see the disappointment on my face as I drag along behind you. You lead us to the front of my apartment door without a word and with such confident familiarity of your surroundings that you were probably not aware. Your decision to remain silent during the ascent and the weight of your bag were foreboding and confirmed one thing: I was merely a vacation, your weekend getaway.
You wait for me at the top of the steps, in front of my apartment door, and take your bag from my hands upon my arrival. I fumble with buttery fingers in search of my keys in my pockets, and I see you grinning at the corner of my eyes. Always patient, always kind. I slowly open the door and you enter and gawk as though it was your first time being there. I close the door gently behind me and offer you an almost obligatory tour of my apartment, the same one we shared several moments together before I graduated. Nothing has changed, except for time. It's been a while and I just want to refresh your memory. Those rooms to the left are off limits, mama and my little sister enjoy their privacy; Bathroom is down the hall to the left; Ignore those horrible purikura pictures on the fridge; Would you mind terribly if we watched the latest Big Bang concert? It's the only new DVD I have...Your room is right here.
I notice the puzzled look on your face and you openly question why we aren't sharing my room like we used to. I close the door to the guest bedroom and lead you obediently, reluctantly to mine. Because this is only a visit, and I am only your vacation.
We share a glass of wine, or five beers or so. The conversation afterward happens naturally and suddenly we are reminded of a time when we weren't total strangers. As you let your guard down, you begin to remind me of a time when this room felt less empty, when the joys of summer weren't limited to 500 days, and when enough body heat was generated to keep us warm on the coldest of winter nights in this room.
You begin to feel less foreign to me. I begin to ease in to your pace. The off limit doors are opened, and you take note of the silly purikura pictures that adorn my kitchen fridge. All things considered, we make your stay worth while, playing house and rushing back into the past, when times were simpler. But you had no intention of staying; I knew that before I even offered, before I let you in. All things considered, can't we just ignore tomorrow and share another beautiful morning in bed, whisper sweet nothings and have our limbs tangled along with sheets that are begging to be cleaned?
But suddenly it's your last day of freedom. Though the clock on my wall signaled its impending arrival all too clearly, the time just came too soon. Your bag lays open on my bed, empty and revealing: No real intention to stay, I was your vacation, your distraction, and you were my guest, a visitor. We force the cab to wait a few moments longer as we stand before one another, and you force chuckle and mention that your bag feels heavier for whatever reason.
I watch you through the rear window of the rapidly speeding vehicle until you become an indistinguishable presence fading along the horizon. I take slow, belabored steps back to my apartment, and open the door with a calmer heartbeat than before. A gentle draft forces its way inside, filling the space that you once occupied.
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I sit in the crowd, tears falling as I watch you crying on the stage as well. Backstage we are reduced to a puddle of inexpressible emotion and even more tears. Members and former members alike join us in our tearful embrace, watching helplessly as another graduation passes them by. I cry because you are sad to leave. I cry because you're glad to move on.
I cry because we can finally progress.
Long after everyone has gone, I find you still in your dressing room with a number of beautiful bouquets held protectively in hand. You aren't wearing any make up. Your gaze lingers aimlessly at the bright lights that surround your dressing room mirror and I wonder what you're thinking of. I take a step closer and you wake from your daze, greeting me with puffy eyes and a throaty 'hello.'
I feel now is a better time than never to ask you if you would like to spend the night at my place. You hesitate for a few minutes beyond my comfort zone and I hold my breath, waiting for her answer with every nerve-wrecking second that ticks by. You smile and ask me if it would be alright to carry your things for you. I agree without a second of doubt.
We walk through the corridors of the empty concert hallways of the Budokan in silence, eyes stained red and hearts throbbing. I let you into the cab waiting outside first, and I slide in with your belongings after you settle yourself beside me. We sit and stare as the lights of a still bustling Tokyo pass us by, and I still wonder what you're thinking of as you sit beside me, uttering no words. The atmosphere in this contained cab space is heavy, almost unsettling, but I choose to ignore it.
As the cab drifts off into the night, we make the familiar ascent up the steps of the building complex to the front door of my apartment. I lay your things beside me as I fumble through my purse to find my keys, and I see you smiling with tear-stained eyes through your bundle of bouquets beside me.
You enter first, eyes wandering to and from as I turn on the lights of the main room. We don't bother changing, we don't bother speaking. I lead you to the bedroom, and you drop your bag onto my bed. I watch as you open to reveal the bag's contents. No longer empty, and heavy in a different sense from before.
I turn off the lights of my room and I join you beside my bed. We used to walk the same path, only to be separated by unforgiving circumstances. Though we suffered briefly in our time apart, our diverged paths come together again after a night filled with tears and goodbyes. In this room, you were once a visitor, and I was merely a vacation. It was a room filled with heavy regret, unfulfilled promises, and the burden that came with inevitable farewells. Now, I hope it is a place you can find solace, a place you can finally call home.
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SEE, SEE?! HAPPY ENDING! I am capable of writing happy things! I just like taking the more complicated route there :deco:
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I'm on what you would call a roll today ahha I have no idea where these are coming from, but I guess it's whatever. I've got a Kameshige one-shot for all the fans out there! It's totally crack and a lot more light-hearted than the one I posted up there. By a mile. Or 30. Or something. LOL. Can't you tell I'm not used to writing this sort of stuff? Enjoy anyway~
Just note: This is part 1 of a 2 part fic. Second part is kind of similar, but different. I'm not sure how to explain it without spoiling, so just hang tight and enjoy! Hopefully lol
Oh btw, song of the one-shot: 宇宙人 [ 要去高雄 ] MV官方完整版 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqAjAR0KGKQ#)
I have no idea what the song is about since I can't understand LOL but it was fun and bouncy, just like the feel I wanted for this ficlet ^__^
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She never thought herself capable of such a thing. The words were simply not in her dictionary. Envious green-eyed monster? More like the jolly green giant...or midget rather. But sheesh, details are useless. No, no, Kamei Eri was definitely not the jealous type. No, sir.
"So why aren't you talking to me?" whined one slightly miffed bunny, her face contorted into a rather unsightly, yet still adorable pout. It had been quite some time since the bunny could hang out with her significant turtle, and she found it to be a blessing from the management when she was told she had the day off. What better way to spend this glorious freedom than with her best friend?
But the meeting did not go quite as girl had imagined. Eri had taken her merry time responding to the x number of text messages Sayumi had sent her throughout the day, asking if she was free to get together for a breakfast, brunch, lunch, an afternoon snack. When she finally received a response, Sayu braced herself for her friend to arrive an hour late; she came after 3. And after an unrequited embrace and greeting, the two made their orders at a cute little cafe in the city. It struck Sayu as odd that the usually bright and talkative Kamei wasn't uttering a single word in the currently one-sided conversation.
Eri leaned her cheek against a closed fist, sipping through the straw of her beverage without so much as batting an eyelash toward her flustered partner in crime.
This did not settle well for Sayumi. It was bugging the absolutely crap out of her, too. All she wanted was a nice little get together with her best friend, chat about going-on's and boys and go shopping and eat. Something. ANYTHING! The silence was damning. It was one thing being ignored, but it was another to be deemed less entertaining than her friend's cellphone. How absolutely insulting!
Eri had absolutely no intention to act in such a manner initially. This friendly neighborhood turtle? Mean? Insulting? Inconsiderate? Never. In fact, she had been quite excited to receive said text message from Sayu. It had been so long since they last spent some quality time with one another, but Eri never blamed the girl for having such a demanding schedule; she knew how painfully cruel the entertainment biz was, especially for a girl like Sayu.
So what was it? What forced the turtle to act like she had woken up on the wrong side of her shell this morning?
Kamei knew that her best friend could count on her being at least an hour late for their meeting, so she was in no rush to get to the cafe. As she changed clothes and prepped for their little get-together, she had the latest episode from Sayu's mobile drama "Kare wa, Imouto no Koibito" streaming on her mobile.
Needless to say, the girl was quite shocked with what she had seen. Kissing? Implied sex? With that man? What?! Oh god, her not-so-virgin eyes!!
She should have known better, shouldn't have been so sensitive, but impulse had it's way of screwing with some already few-loose screws in that turtle mind. One hour late? Oops, she had to go through 30 more outfits, called out for 5 different cabs and dismissed each one, chose to walk the longest path to the cafe - make that 3 hours late. Weariness mixed with some miffed tension, Eri made for quite a pitiful sight upon her arrival, but maintained her silently hostile guard at the sight of an incoming Sayumi.
However, after nearly an hour of being ignored, the bunny would not sit here and have anymore of it! What could be on that damn phone that could be more interesting than having a conversation with her? Extending her arm across the length of the table, Sayu made a grab for Eri's cell and fought off her friend's clawing grasp to retrieve her device.
"EHHHHHH???" the bunny gasped as her eyes fell onto the screen. "THIS? YOU THINK THIS IS MORE INTERESTING?!"
Deeming the struggle fruitless, Eri sunk back into her seat, arms crossed, and with a rather frightening scowl on her face. "I never thought you'd do to that sort of thing...You seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit..."
"EHHHHHH?!?!? It's acting, Eririn!"
Palms planted on the table, the turtle straightened herself to retort. "Acting in such a compromising position with a guy that's not too horribly dreadful to look at? You don't have to lie, Sayu!!" Eri sat back down in her seat, the cutest little pout on her lips while she poked the tips of her two index fingers against each other. She looked almost disappointed, almost defeated, but damn did she look cute. So cute. "It's ok, Sayu. I guess I can't really be a good substitute for the male anatomy..."
Sayu couldn't help but release a hopeless sigh. Oh this girl, oh this person she called her 'best friend.' Ugh, sometimes she had no idea what to do with her. A devilish glint adorned her eyes, and the bunny smirked. "I never pictured you to be the jealous type, Eri. This is brand new information, and I quite like it."
The frown on the poor turtle's face only worsened. Teasing via a mobile drama and teasing in real life? This was just cruel! "I AM NOT THE JEALOUS TYPE!!"
Sayu retaliated by flashing the scene of herself and her male costar in bed together before the poor Kame's eyes. Almost immediately, the turtle turned her attention back helpless to her forgotten beverage.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Sayu closed the video stream and returned the device back to her friend. She couldn't help but laugh as the turtle made for a swift and nervous grab for the phone before placing it protectively on her lap. "Oh, Eririn~ You know I love you the most!"
The turtle picked her head up with a snap, eyes wide open and mouth agape, a slight trail of juice dripping from the corner of her mouth. "Eh, really? You mean it?"
Sayu smiled and playfully patted the girl's head. "Of course!! But now I think I know how to finally get my way in most of our disputes, ne?" Sayu stood up from her seat and began walking off into the sidewalk.
Eri pouted and screamed toward the bunny, "BUT I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY SNACK YET!!"
Even from the distance where she stood, Sayu knew her friend had a perfect view of the bed scene streaming on her phone. The turtle blushed, stole a few quick bites from her cake and grabbed her beverage to go in a desperate attempt to catch up with her friend. The fiendish bunny couldn't help but smile as she locked an arm around the flustered turtle's. It was playing dirty, but damn did Sayu like how this was looking for the both of them!
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First story was bittersweet and lovely.
Second was total lols :lol: :lol: Do wants moar plox
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500 days of summer?
Both cute. Not as angsty as I thought it would be. Perhaps the standards of angst around this forum is pretty high.
Moar dirty laundry plz. :P
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I did not mean for this to be so crack-ish. It was supposed to be semi-serious, but then I realized, man I can't do this serious ish anymore. I need a break. So I just kept watching Friends and got a few good laughs to get me in the mood for writing some stupid crack LOL Hope you enjoy~ Part deux of the jealousy is a green eyed monster series lol
Speaking of Friends, the theme song for that show actually fits this fic pretty well LOL
The Rembrandts - I'll Be There For You (Friends Theme Song) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-9pLZQ4vu0#)
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What does one do with their free time? Enjoy some dishes on the more adventurous side at restaurants in the city? Perhaps take a stroll around Shibuya? Go shop for the latest tech-gadgets or fashion must-have item for the season? Well, check, check, and check. She began wondering if she was desperate enough to ask her socialite younger sister to hang out with her, but she realized time together with her sibling would most likely end in some ridiculous quarrel over nothing. She let the idea pass.
No, instead Takahashi Ai sat on her couch pondering over what to do for the day. Her latest play had just concluded its show times and she was not needed for any programs or other such televised appearances. She wondered if she could drop by ISBIT and see if they had anything new...since she had been there yesterday. She ran her hands through her hair and groaned. So this was the life of an OG? Sheesh!
But then the most brilliant idea had popped into her head. Reaching for her phone, she decided to shoot a message to her most favorite partner in crime. It had been quite some time since they had seen one another. With constantly conflicting schedules, it was difficult to find a compatible time for a decent conversation. And almost as soon as she sent the message, she received just the reply she was looking for.
"Yeah, sure I'll be there after this photoshoot. Give me an hour?"
Ai giggled with pure delight.
Yet the time came, and it was far from the delightful scenario of rainbows and sunshine she had imagined. Niigaki Risa was quite exhausted from her crammed schedule of photoshoots, interviews, and television appearances; such was the life of a graduating Morning Musume leader. Too exhausted to laugh, to converse beyond the greeting of "hello," to do...well, you know...that sort of stuff.
Ai had tried to make the most of their time. She knew how hard it was at this time for Risa. After all, she had gone through to the same situation last year. As selfish as she had wanted to be, as much as she wanted to monopolize the younger's time and attention, she knew it wouldn't be very well appreciated. But damn did she need some...
The two cozied up on the couch after some late night snacks and half-hearted conversation. The graduating member looked like she hadn't slept for a few days, and she confessed that Budokan rehearsals and guiding the 9th and 10th gen members was taking it's toll on her well-being, but it was a job that needed to be done. Ah, leader obligations. But in her modest attempt at being a good friend, Ai spoke up. "Ne, Gaki-san, you can sleep over if you'd like. It's getting late and you look pretty tired..." It was a sincere, no strings attached, I'm-not-expecting-any-sexy-time-from-this-sweet-gesture sort of offer. Seriously.
Gaki turned to her friend with weary, but thankful eyes. "Really? Oh, thank you! I don't have a really full schedule in the morning tomorrow, so I can afford to sleep over!!" she said with as much joy as a tired person could muster. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she could see Ai extending her arms open for a nice thank you hug, but Risa opted to pass on the buddy-buddy embrace for her girlfriend's very tempting, very comfortable looking set of thighs. Sprawling herself happily against the couch, Gaki didn't even care to think about that kind of agony that she was putting Ai in.
Almost as soon as her head hit those wonderful thighs, Gaki was fast asleep. Ai couldn't help but smile, fiddling with a few loose strands of her companion's hair as she dozed silently. Well, with this extra baggage snoozing on top of her, it didn't seem like she could go anywhere. Ai looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was only 11PM. Much too early for bed, she thought. Deciding it would be quite the naughty idea to sneak a feel or two, the former leader was wondering what else she could do to occupy her time. With great care as to not wake her sleeping beauty, Ai made quite a reach for the remote control for her television set. Maybe some late night shows would put her to sleep.
Flipping from channel to channel, Ai found little to no interest in the programs that were airing. News, sports, blah blah blah. But as fate would have it, a late night variety show popped up before she called it quits. "Koisuru Game Park Kyundere?" she pondered, "...Sounds cute at least."
She was beginning to grow bored with the intro sequence, but before she flipped to the next channel, she caught sight of a rather familiar face in the contestant panel. "EHHHHH!?! Gaki-san!?! WHO IS THAT?!" Her mind was frantic. "She never told me she recorded for this show!!" It was slightly upsetting, given the context of what the title of the show implied, but Ai wasn't so sure; she had never exactly seen this variety before. Not in its totality anyway.
Deciding she was probably overreacting, Ai settled into her place on the coach, carefully making sure not to make any sudden movements that would disturb her friend from her slumber. She found her heart pacing after the explanation for the first round of the show entitled 'Ring of Destiny.' The B team consisted of Niigaki and some guy named Yuji. "Ahh, he's so tall and handsome," Ai thought quietly. The man was very much something out of a teenage girl's daydream and by the look on Gaki's face, she didn't seem to mind the setup. Nor did the man...But Ai quickly shook her head and continued to watch in self-torture.
The first round was already painful to watch. Reenacting romantic poses? Oh Lord, she didn't think she could handle it! Ai found herself giggling at Gaki's attempts to evade any bodily contact with her handsome gentleman companion. She was quite the crafty one. But it seemed with each pose that passed, the young woman was less and less reluctant to go on, despite how much more daring each subsequent pose was. The crowd went wild, and all Ai could hear was her heart frantically beating through her chest. It was so freakin' adorable, she had to admit, but...but that guy was just so pretty and perfect! And Gaki looked like something straight out of a high school confession scenario after every pose. It was so frustrating to watch!
"Trick of Blow" was the title of the second round of painful games. Even the title sounded dirty. It had asked for the "couple" to use various portions of their faces of all freakin' bodily organs to catch a ball in mid-flight. Cheeks? Forehead? Lips? LIPS!? DID SHE READ THAT RIGHT? Ai watched in silent rage as the pretty body reached from across the air-blowing platform to hold Gaki in place to catch that elusive ball. Weapons of choice? Pretty boy: Lips. Gaki: cheek.
That boy was getting so painfully close with his pretty boy lips. At one point, the ball was quickly sliding away from Gaki's cheek and pretty boy's lips...OH GOD THEY WERE GOING TO KISS, WEREN'T THEY? Ai couldn't bring herself to watch, but she just couldn't rip her eyes away. She never dreamed herself to be so masochistic.
But if the first two rounds weren't enough, the last one came at the poor ex-Momusu leader with full force. Couple dance karaoke to Renai Revolution didn't sound all that bad. How badly could they screw this one up, she wondered.
A familiar Morning Musume tune popped up and the "Master of Love" title faded from the screen. Niigaki looked happy to be back in her natural habitat of Morning Musume songs bustling in the background. Hand to hand, hip to hip, cheek to cheek...Well, coordinated dance couple positions weren't bad so far, Ai thought happily. At least Gaki looked like she was having fun right? Even the "couple's" off rhythm was enough to distract her from any 'romantic' tension on screen.
But then..."WHERE'D THAT HUG COME FROM? THAT'S LASTING A LITTLE TOO LONG THERE, PRETTY BOY YUJI. WHAT'S WITH THAT SMUG LOOK, PRETTY BOY YUJI?" Ai screamed painfully in her head. She couldn't take it anymore and grabbed the remote, smashing her pointer against the power. Making a grab for a pillow beside the sleeping figure on top of her, she planted her face against it and screamed her frustrations for the rest of the evening.
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The following day, Gaki had left before Ai had awoken and left an apologetic letter on the table explaining her absence. She had a schedule to follow after all, and if anyone would understand it was Ai.
Later in the day, Gaki checked her phone during down time from concert rehearsals. Naturally, she found a message from the friend she had abandoned that morning. "Ne, come over again later?"
Her schedule for the day was a lot more on the compassionate side, so hopefully she wouldn't be as tired and rude as she was the night before. Aichan was making quite the effort to keep their relationship going, so the least she could do was show some appreciation on her end, right? Mentally preparing herself for some decent conversation and other such...activities (ahem), Gaki went on her way with rehearsals full-throttle until the group's instructors were satisfied for the day.
Weary and in dire need of a bath, Gaki arrived at Ai's apartment and let herself in. "Imasu~," she greeted as she took off her shoes. She heard a muted "unn" from somewhere in the living room and made her way there. Dropping her bag beside the couch, she found Ai curled up on the couch, eyes glazed over as she watched what seemed to be a different episode of Koisuru Game Park Kyundere. "Eh, Aichan what's wrong with you?"
Without a word, Ai lifted herself from the couch and turned off the TV. "Ne, is there something you're not telling me?" she asked, her voice uncharacteristically monotone.
Confused, the younger woman asked, "Eh? What are you talking about?"
Ai flipped the TV back on to show the Koisuru game program. "You were on this show, ne?" she asked, her eyes fixated on the screen. She heard Gaki mutter an "unn" in the background. "With some man named Yuji??"
Another "unn" in confirmation.
Ai flipped the TV off again, placing the remote control on the table. She slowly walked over to where Gaki stood completely confused as to where this conversation was even going. But before she could process what would even happen next, Risa found herself being hoisted into the air in a rather shaky power grip. "EH, NANI? NANI? NANI?"
"I CAN LIFT YOU, TOO, YOU KNOW!!!" Ai whined, burying her face against the younger woman's stomach as the mame fought and smacked against Ai's mini-Hulk-like grip. After much struggle and some well-placed smacks on the head, the older woman let the young girl back on her feet, which was rewarded with another smack to the head.
"What's the matter with you, Aichan? What the hell was that just now??" Gaki asked frantically, running her hands along her shirt to smooth herself back to normal.
The former leader put on her best pout and proceeded to explain. "Gaki-san, I know we haven't been able to see each other in a while because we're both just so busy, so I can understand why you would go on programs like that and enjoy being around other people, but I never though I'd see you looking so happy with that pretty boy Yuji. He's so tall and handsome and perfect and you looked so happy and you two make such a cute couple, that if you want to break up we ca-"
Gaki burst into laughter and placed another good smack on Ai's poor head. Oh how the tides have turned. "Me? Yuji-san? Couple??? Oh my, that's rich!" Another well-placed smack to the forehead. "It's a program, Aichan. You know, like your dramas and musicals with the male species! It happens, but it's not like we're dating or you're dating old co-stars!"
"IYAAAH~ But this is different! That variety show with that pretty boy wasn't scripted! And he's tall, and handsome, and a boy..."
Gaki sighed and petted her girlfriend's head. "Ne, Aichan, you being paranoid and jealous doesn't suit your cool image, ne?" Ai's pout grew worse and Gaki swore she could see some tears developing in those pretty doe-like eyes. "Oh come on, Aichan. Yuji may be tall and handsome, and the show might not have been scripted, but think about it this way," Gaki paused to grab hold of Ai's hands. "What you lack in height, you make up for in all your efforts and energy in all that you do. You're bigger than what your body gives you credit for."
The younger pulled the former leader closer so their foreheads rested against one another. "What you lack in handsome, pretty-boy features you make up for with your classic beauty all around." Gaki wrapped her arms around the older's neck and whispered, "And what you lack in male bodily organs, you definitely make up for in the bedroom. You know I love you."
Ai could feel her face heating up to a shade of cherry tomato red. Shame on her for doubting Gaki. Shame on her for having so little faith in their relationship. 10 years as gokkies had obviously gone down the drain with 30 minutes of a ridiculous love variety show? Bah, she deserved all the shame in the world. But before she could delve into a world of self-loathing, Ai felt warm lips press against hers.
And with a revitalized ego, the former leader hoisted the bean into bridal-like hoist and began marching toward the bedroom. "AND I CAN LIFT YOU, TOO!" she yelled happily as the younger woman playfully smacked her on the head again. Being an OG with free time wasn't so bad after all.
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Yeah, baby, Hulk smash :P
No but seriously, Gaki and Yuji were so f*cking adorable I cried.
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Man...I was reading perfectly fine with a dorky grin on my face, and then...
"I CAN LIFT YOU, TOO, YOU KNOW!!!" Ai whined, burying her face against the younger woman's stomach as the mame fought and smacked against Ai's mini-Hulk-like grip. After much struggle and some well-placed smacks on the head, the older woman let the young girl back on her feet, which was rewarded with another smack to the head.
:pig laugh: Way to prove your point Aichan! Seriously, this part cracked me up XD
I love how you captured Aichan's jealousy. This is pretty much exactly how I imagined her when she found out, except for Hulk-Ai lifting our little bean friend and running off to the bedroom. Wonderful job kjpop! :D
nd with a revitalized ego, the former leader hoisted the bean into bridal-like hoist and began marching toward the bedroom. "AND I CAN LIFT YOU, TOO!" she yelled happily as the younger woman playfully smacked her on the head again. Being an OG with free time wasn't so bad after all.
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...THEY WERE TOTALLY CUTE~ <3 I ship it! Though not even close to how much I ship our beloved TakaGaki~ :deco:
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Dis crackiness is super awesome! XD Poor Aichan, so much time, but now Risa's in the same boat... More sexytimez! Lol, getting jealous of Yuji. They were super cute together. Ai-chan is very hilarious with her "I can lift you too!" part.
More from you please!
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I'm swamped, but I just had to respond because of this:-
I did not mean for this to be so crack-ish. It was supposed to be semi-serious, but then I realized, man I can't do this serious ish anymore.
Why does this sound so familiar. Ohwait, 'cause I said it right before I started on call. Welcome to what we call the Cliff of Sanity. And right below it, if you'll just look down- is the Sea of Crack. *pushes*
*clasps Kijichan's hands and jumps around while sobbing manly tears* I'm so haaaappy! It's been lonely here by myself.
I will return with a blow by blow (pun intended) account of what I liked about this piece.
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omg i love this...like i wondered how ai-chan would react to this and you wrote it perfectly! XD i totally love gaki yuji couple and ship it so much just cus they were so DAMN CUTE!!!! D: omg i just wnated to die in that fluffyness LOL again i love how you wrote this and wether its serious or crackiest of crack i'm sure it'll be great! cant wait for more!
and ai-chan shouldnt worry about yujii, she should know that just turning into guychan will make anyone fall for her XD
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^ Tee hee, glad everyone liked the Takagaki crack <3
@ grac - X__X Sea of crack? I can't swim LOL thatssuchablatantliebutyouknow
ugh, freakin' guychan. I really need to hurry up and finish Honto no Kimochi so I can start Russian Roulette and get guychan in action LOL
I'm in one of those weird moods where all I want to do is skip, toss around a rose petal trail, and hope that a choir of angels will pop up and sing some crazy melodic tune as background music because even weirdos like me need a theme song. Anywho, the couples in this one aren't explicitly stated, but hopefully you can figure it out. No real plot, no real direction. It's kind of first person, but the speaker changes from paragraph to paragraph, and the person they're addressing changes along with them. Yeah, idk I'll just try to make sure you know it's a different person every time by alternating between italics and regular font, ok? Or not lol Just a bunch of fluff and mushy love stuff that I can't deal with right now LOL So I trash it upon ya'll <3 BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, IN THAT CRAZY WEIRDO KIND OF WAY. Without all the creepiness. Hopefully. I need to get off my ass and stop being in love or shit like that XD
Can you guess who's who? =D I like playing games, can't you tell? xD
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I love the way you dress like you're from some alternate universe. Quirky styles with a touch of hipster flare that make you seem like something out of a stoned Lady Gaga's closet, with an emphasis on stoned. Sometimes I wonder why you dress that way you do, and sometimes I wonder if it's just your way of self-expression. You never had that gift of gab, after all, but I appreciate how fashion forward you are. Just realize while I like your out there fashionista tendencies, I like you naked, too.
I love the way you make me wait a good two hours for you at a restaurant or shopping district. At first I found it irritating, but I realized with time that there's just no point in scolding you for it. You had this pout on your face that I couldn't wipe away during our very first excursion, and ever since I just couldn't find it in myself to do it again. I love how you march to the beat of your own drum, to the beat of your own pace. For that, I don't mind waiting.
I love the way your face scrunches up when I say something funny. The little crinkle on your nose is enough to make me smile along with you. You look like a little kid, not a day older than 14. I love the way you laugh so honestly, so unabashed when you find something that strikes your funny bones in the right ways. That low, infectious bellow that fills a room is enough to get me started. As soon as we realize it, people are staring at us but it's ok, you insist, because we're smiling and laughing, and god only knows how much I love your smile.
I love the way you lick your lips in the middle of a conversation. It's innocent enough, but you always find a way to drive me wild in public places. It's uncomfortable and you don't seem to notice how wound up I get. I suppose it's one of the few secrets that I have yet to share with you in the future.
I love your quick wit. Most people find it rude to the point it's almost humorous, perhaps more insulting than funny. Poison-tongued and narcissistic is what they often call you, but I know better. I like the way you take your time to calculate and respond with a BOOM that sends the crowd into fits of uncontrollable laughter and gasping. With your thoughtful calculations and my slow-paced spontaneity, we make for quite a match, don't you agree?
I love the way you can say what you think. Sometimes it worries me how your victims will react, but I know even that won't phase you. I wish I could be more like you. That confidence is kind of sexy, and even though Nakazawa joked about how you've toned down a bit since your debut, I'd like to think otherwise. I think you're the same person you were 10 years ago, no-nonsense and straightforward. You seemed to have warmed up a bit since then, but even a warmed heart can do nothing for the bluntness of your words. Can I just say it again? I find that really sexy.
I love the way you chew on ice like it's popcorn. I love hearing that crunching noise with every bite you take. I tried to tell you once that this weird habit of yours is horrible for your teeth, but you just shrugged it off and chewed on, like it was popcorn. I love the way you prop your feet on the couch when I come over to just hang out and watch TV during our rare times of leisure. I love how you can just let your guard down and be un-idol-like when we're together. It's just funny how unladylike you can be sometimes, and even funnier when you yell at me for having my legs spread when I'm concentrating on cutting apples. I love how contradictory we can be.
I love how you keep things professional, but sometimes I wish you would let me in.
I love the way we keep in touch. Our schedules always conflict and when they don't, we just happen to be sleeping in our own beds. Or should be sleeping. I love waking up at 2AM to read a text message from you about your day. I hope you don't mind me when I text my reply at 5AM because I fell asleep shortly after reading yours. I like to imagine your laugh when I type something witty. I love to imagine the blush on your face when I type something naughty. I love to imagine your smile when I say I love you. I'd love to imagine all these things a little less by seeing you in person more often, but then maybe my texting fingerwork would get rusty, and we can't have that can we? Because with schedules like ours, technology is our best friend, our middleman that let's me love you even when you're away.
I love the way you can't cook with actual kitchen cutlery. My heart always skips a beat whenever I see you wielding a kitchen knife. You insist it's ok, that you've had practice since I last saw you, but when the knife accidentally slides off the rounded, smooth edge of that tomato, I can't help but tear that weapon away from your hands and insist I cook instead. You always pout and retort with some ridiculous excuse. "I'll never learn at this rate!!" But for the sake of your fingers and my rapidly pacing heart, I think it's best that you stick to stirring the pot while I do the chopping.
I love your wonky eyes and the way you try to hide your toothy smile. It's one of the few insecurities about yourself that you were willing to share with me, but I couldn't imagine you anyway else. Even then, you insist that it's ugly and you try to hide behind a tight-lipped smile. You tell me I've got some nerve try to get you to smile otherwise, but you brush it off with one of those genuine, toothy smiles and laugh. I love it when you do.
I love the way we can be honest to one another. I love how we unveil our deepest, darkest secrets to each other after the deed is done. We can be hiding under our fort of sheets and pillows, shrouded and shielding our naked bodies from each other's wandering eyes and digits, but somehow I don't mind that you can see me. I don't have a great body, not like yours anyway, but you treat it like something worthy of praise. I love the way your hand just lingers on my hip when we lay side by side, and you stare at me with those big, beautiful eyes. We're so naked and open, and you just don't seem to mind. I love the way you dismiss all my flaws and imperfections, and lightly trace some half-hearted designs along the contours of my body while you whisper sweet nothings like it was our first time. I love how these moments never last long enough for me to appreciate because you always find some second wind to continue. The night is young, and so are we.
But most of all, I love the way you love me. I love the way you make me feel. I love the way you make me smile. I love all your stupid, silly jokes and your nonsense banter about something that happened at work. I love the way you make me hate how messy you can be, and the way you fold the laundry. I love how you always manage to burn something in the kitchen when I leave you to make dinner some nights. I love the way you can honestly say you hate my guts when I hurt your feelings, but then come back and apologize moments later. I love how we argue over who was wrong. I love when we forget about what we were fighting over to begin with. I love how words become so insufficient when it comes to describing how much I love you. I love how appearances play second fiddle. I love how I know everything about you, but know nothing at the same time. I love the way your hand fits perfectly into mine. I love your smile, oh yes I love your smile. I love everything about you and I can only hope you love me all the same.
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You know what it is? It's freakin wedding season LOL Bahumbug.
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make more more~! lol
anywho i want to say that renai, aigaki,kameshige,and maybe gakikame was in this...in no particular order of how i wrote them...idk if i;m right though lol ubber cute~ ;3;
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So many pairings!! :panic: :panic: I think my heart exploded a couple times at the cuteness... There's so much love!! :wub: :inlove:
We're still waiting for that other story, though. You know what I mean. :lol:
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^ Haha, that's a work in progress ;D I need to be in one of those extra lovey dovey moods for that sort of writing ho ho ho~
but it's in the wrap up stages now =] so just hang tight <3
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-dying of sweetness- oh my goodness. I just- ahdkfnmskfownzkjdhelp, the writing, so fluffy~ I may or may not have shed a few tears as well :heart:
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My attempts at emo fail lol And I really need to quit writing these vague first person stories.
Song of the oneshot (been in a radwimps mood lately lol)
七ノ歌／RADWIMPS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8q_nJ0avr8#)
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There you go again, leaving me behind. It was always hard to catch up to you, because even though you like felt your dreams, your life were out of reach, you were always out of mine.
We used to sing a song about hopeless dreamers. Do you remember? I never told you this, but you always struck me as that type of person. You were always off seeking a new adventure, a new challenge to overcome. Always bright-eyed and eager to feel the new experiences that were just past your fingertips. Something was always waiting on the horizon for you, and you were always ready to reach for it. Hopeless? Sometimes. A dreamer? Quite definitely. You embodied carpe diem.
Do you remember how we were supposed to graduate together? And do you remember the look on your face when you heard I wasn't going to graduate with you? I had told you back then that it would be ok, that you could go and reach for the stars, your dreams. Everything would be just fine, and your dreams would never be hopelessly unattainable. It would be alright to go without me, because I will always stand on able feet and catch up with you.
Do you remember when you graduated that autumn, because I remember it rather fondly. I remember all those tears we cried, I remember them well. You told me it was scary facing the future alone, and that your dreams felt like they were crumbling in front of you. Do you remember all those promises we made? Promises of dinners, catch-up gossip, and shopping? Do you remember how many of those promises were kept?
I never took it personally when you were always two steps ahead and I was several steps behind. I sometimes wished patience was more of your virtue, so you could stop in your race against the clock to wait for me to catch up. But I suppose at the end of the day, I really didn't mind. Because while you were always racing to reach for the future and living so desperately to fulfill the present, I was there to keep you balanced with the past, to remind you of the moments tucked safely in the recesses of your mind. To remind you that you had seen better days in the midst of your present failures, and the inevitable failures to come. To remind you that it was ok to fall one step short of success, because everything is a learning experience. To remind you that no matter how alone you felt in the world, that you would always have me to turn to if you needed a familiar face. To remind you that it's alright stumble every once in a while, because I would always be there to catch you when you fell.
But maybe I just wasn't a sufficient enough person to keep you anchored in this life, because there you go again leaving me behind. Are you off seizing new moments, reaching for new dreams that are off in the distant future? Is someone there willing to keep you balanced, to keep you grounded by reminding you that the past is an integral foundation that you build your life upon? Because even though you were off chasing the future, until now I'm still stuck living in the past, relishing in the moments that were instead of the moments that could have been.
Perhaps I'm the hopeless dreamer.
...But I suppose it's too late for dreams now.
I wonder everyday if in the midst of your former present struggles, and your races to reach for the future, if you had ever once looked to your past. Did you ever look back at me and realize it would be alright if you stopped for five seconds to let life pass you by?
I wonder if you remember how much I loved you..., but don't worry about breaking your stride, we'll be together again soon.
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In case anyone was confused: Written from an older, older, wayyy older Gaki's perspective (granny gaki lol). Ai died from [insert whatever you'd like here] and Gaki's paying her a visit at the graveyard. Sad times. But not really lol
And here's what kind of randomly inspired me to write this. Even though it's wedding season and I'm unfortunately being dragged left and right to look pretty and happy for the people around me that are getting married, I sometimes forget that for every moment of happiness someone experiences, someone else is suffering the pain of loss. I got this idea on the drive home this morning after a crazy wedding reception when I saw an old man in a graveyard. Kind of grim, but it was the kind of grim that I found particularly beautiful. Didn't know the guy, but I assumed the story he was telling just from how he sat in front of a single gravestone that was kind of isolated from the rest. He didn't look very sad, which isn't the reaction we all expect from people visiting these sorts of places. It was kind of beautiful. So here's to you, old man.
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Dang, that was beautifully sad. Your story about the old man was poignant as well.
Ah, early mornings do not make for good comments, sorry...
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^ no worries <3
Hahaha I think Quietriot and I are on a roll with one shots today! Makes me smile~
Anywho...what happens when this author is forced to watch action movies with her roommate? Magic lol Just kidding. But this idea was a result of a movie marathon a while back with the roomy. Aannnnd after re-reading it for proofreading purposes a couple of times, I kind of want to extend this to a full-fledged epic lol My imagination is just going wild (slow days at the office = too much free time, I can't even deal with it), but it's cool if you'd much rather pass haha I do have Russian Roulette to work on, after I finish HnK xD And that's nearly finished.
I was kind of thinking of incorporating as many H!P people as I possibly could into this fic *if it happens* haha because that'd be more interesting than the usual.
Mind you, I should probably make it clear that since it would be an action fic, I doubt I could incorporate as much romance as you'd all probably like haha. Maybe if I write this simultaneously with RR, that could buffer the blow (since RR is outlined and finished; just needs to actually be written lol) Soooooo hmmm...
I am curious: Would you guys want a whole fic for this? Let me know if you're interested!
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The sound of harsh breaths and boots clanking on metal floorboards. The rancid taste of a salty sweat and metallic blood concoction flowing freely from their mouths. The look of insolent, foolish pride in the face of danger. The smell of fear in the air.
This time there was no escape. Bullet wounds and exhaustion had finally rendered their bodies useless. And now, as they sat side-by-side, with backs against the wall out of sheer necessity for physical reinforcement, they knew this was the end. The men in uniform stepped closer and closer, guns wielded before them and prepared for fire at the signal.
Tanaka Reina could only smirk, wincing as a flesh wound from a bullet misfire on her cheek opened anew, allowing a steady trickle of blood to flow freely from her face. But anything more would have been a sign of weakness. She grabbed her companion's bloody hand and looked at her through teary eyes, her vision slowly fading into white, the amount of blood loss finally taking its toll on her usually resilient body. "Well, we made it this far," she grunted, another trickle of blood from a head wound cascading over her left eye.
"Yeah," her companion sighed, a gurgle of blood dripping slowly down the side of her mouth. Takahashi Ai smiled and leaned her head back against the final stone barrier that separated them from freedom. A pool of warm tears formed in her eyes as she stared up into the night sky, flinching at the sound of rumbling thunder on the evening horizon.
They were looking at death right in the eyes. Time had escaped them, and neither was aware of just how many years were wasted planning for this moment. To have wasted all that effort only to die in the same place they were trying to escape after years and years of tactical manipulation...and how many lives were sacrificed tonight? It was almost too much of an overwhelming thought to bear. She almost felt like they deserved to die here.
One more reassuring squeeze. Ai leaned her heavy head to face her partner in crime, a bloodied tear strolling down her bruised cheek.
"Sorry I couldn't save ya, monkey brains," Reina stated, chuckling softly as rain began to fall from the stormy sky.
"Nah, don't say that...," Ai whispered in reply. She watched the younger girl face the uniformed men approaching them through wonky, but unyielding eyes. Regardless of the blood, the sweat, and the tears that fell from every wound that ripped through her delicately pale flesh, Reina's will to survive was foolish, but unwavering.
It was such a shame it had come down to this...
The guards paused a few paces before the cornered duo, loading their guns and watching the girls with cautious eyes. They aimed and prepared to fire.
"...We're finally free."
The sound of thunderclaps and a barrage of gunfire echoed through the night.
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Bro. Brooooooo. You can NOT leave that hangin there like that, I will have an aneurysm. :panic: Whatever I gotta do to persuade you to write more, I'm all ears! Goodness... T___T Though, I'll read anything you write, and I'm sure everyone else agrees. ^^ -scampers off to continue reading-
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Why, yes, this would be quite a looked forward to epic, if you decided to go that route. I would certainly read it! Poor Reina and Ai, though, Fimmy's right, you can't just leave it!
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One-shot overload!!! :heart: :heart: :heart: Of course I cracked up at the Gaki-Yuji one lol and swooned at the ones they loved!! but still Russian roulette so hardcore... more...only one word: MORE
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I needed to write something fluffy and feel-good-stupid because I didn't realize how much of an insane bitch I am LOL Like, I was switching between HnK and QPQ and sat back and thought to myself, oh my god what is my problem???? And actually, my roomie and I were taking a break from our jog today and we saw some kids at the park playing by the swingset/jungle gym area. Saw it, took the idea, and rannnnnnn all the way back home bwahah I hope you realize that even though this is a one shot here, we're still playing my game of CLUE ;D I need to grow up I swear.... Anywho, enjoy the break from the heavy evil!
Oh speaking of evil, saw I know everyone's heard about Fr-AI-day lol so because I'm so giddy about it (for reasons...) i was joking around with Satsu about how I could totally write up a oneshot with emo Gaki because, I mean, I can XD I'm thinking about it, but I have a feeling it won't end well for me :nervous
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Hi!!!!! I'm Suzuki Kanon, but everyone calls me 'Zukki.' I'm 5 years old and my mama and papa like to take me to the park every afternoon. They say they like watching me play with the other kids, and that they like hearing me laugh. I love my parents a lot.
They tell me to smile when I meet other kids at the park. They say it makes me seem friendly and that the other kids will want to play with me, too! I like playing with others, it's really fun! I'm an only kid, you know, so it gets lonely playing by myself at home. So, I'm really, really happy when I can go to the park and play with my new friends.
All the girls at the park like playing by the jungle gym because we can hang upside-down and laugh at each other when our faces turn blue. It's like a blueberry! But our mamas tell us that we shouldn't do it so often since we might stay blue like that, and I don't want to be a blueberry forever. I like green, after all!
One day, mama and papa took me to the park, but none of the girls I usually played with were there. I was sad. But I did see a girl sitting on a swing by herself. She was sucking her thumb, and she didn't look like she wanted anyone to bother her. But I did anyway.
"Hi!!!!!!"
The weird girl just looked at me. She kept sucking her thumb and swinging just a bit. Mama tells me when other people don't greet you, they're either busy or rude. She didn't seem very busy, but I didn't think 'rude' was a very nice word. I'm not really sure what it means, anyway.
"My name is Zukki! What's your name?"
She must have had chocolate on her thumb, because she just kept sucking on it. I don't think she liked me very much.
"My mother told me not to talk to strangers," she said to me.
I blinked a few times and then I laughed because she was funny. "I'm not a stranger! I'm just a kid! Strangers have white vans and candy!"
"...My mom drives a white van and has candy at home..." Her thumb was still in her mouth. I thought that was pretty cool how she could talk and do that at the same time. She must have been an alien.
"BUT SHE'S NOT A STRANGER, SO THAT DOESN'T COUNT!!!"
The weird girl went back to sucking her thumb and swinging. She really didn't look like she wanted to play, but I was lonely and she must have been, too! Being alone isn't fun, you know. "Do you wanna play by the jungle gym?"
She shook her head.
"But it's fun! You can turn blue!"
She shook her head again, and she was still sucking her thumb. I think her thumb must taste like pocky.
"I like the swings."
I was getting kind of sad because the alien didn't want to play with me. And I was smiling lots too! I wonder if they have jungle gyms on her planet... "Where's your mama? She should be pushing you right? My mama pushes me so I can get really high. I feel like a bird!!!"
The alien just stared at me, but now she looked kind of sad too. I hope I didn't make her sad.
"My mom is getting ice cream for me right now. She can't push me."
You know how some cartoon characters get a light bulb when they think of something good? I think I had one of those. "I can push you if you want!"
The alien stared at me for a bit, and I thought she'd say no again. I started smiling when she finally took her thumb out of her mouth and wiped it on her pants so she could hold on to the handles. I think I said the magic alien words. I didn't think I could speak alien-talk! I'm a pretty smart five year old.
I went behind her to push. She's really light. The more I pushed the alien, the more I thought she'd blast off again to outer space.
"My name is Riho," she said. She even turned around on the swing and smiled at me.
I smiled back and I looked to my parents because they were sitting on a bench like they always do. They smiled at me, too. Even mama was giving me two thumbs up! I'm a pretty cool five year old. And Riho-chan seemed like a pretty cool alien. Maybe if she's here tomorrow she'll let me see if her thumb tastes like chocolate.
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Sorry if this wasn't the kind of crap flowery writing that I usually do LOL I was trying to unleash my inner five year old XD Did it work?
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Lol you're crazy. :P but this was super cute and sweet and I enjoyed it ^^ Riho's so stoic even as a five-year-old, my goodness XD and I just love Zukki to pieces~ The last line killed me ahaha
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gah so cute! ;3; zukki riho combi is forever adorbs and 5yrold ver of them is just as cute! that line about chocolate thumbs remind me of my godsister, she loves sucking her thumb and when she was younger my mom used to fool around with her and ask her if it tasted good and she'd usually say yes and that it tastes like chocolate or something sweet XD
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Oh my lols, you're crazy. Crazy awesome!
I love the thought of little Zukki and Riho. That's so cute!
You should totally do emo Gaki.... Like we don't torment her enough anyways. XD
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"I'm a pretty cool five year old!" that's something you would say! TROLOLOLOLASHSSISHDDKS. noz! Try emo aichun somedei! :U
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^ LOL I have semi-emo for you, but it's not Ai for once xD
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I've been in a weird mood lately. Like, bad weird. Just a lot of weird stuff floating in my head lately and I needed an excuse to let 'em out. I wonder if anyone else thinks about these things...? Probably just me lol I just find Sayu's insecurities so real, and it's one of those weird "I can relate" sort of deals. This wasn't meant to be part three of the update surprise ahha that'll come later. And I promise it'll be a lot lighter and happier than this.
No need to humor me, either lol
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There are those 7 or so minutes in the early morning when I swear my heart stops. There are no rays of sunshine seeping through my window, not yet. There are no birds chirping nor cars racing outside to avoid that inevitable morning rush. There is no reassuring weight of your arm draped around my waist as I sleep beside you. And the nothingness scares me to death.
For every second that passes, I allow myself a moment of weakness, and I revel in my seconds of total fragility before the dawn breaks and insists that I must face the day. This is strange, I tell myself, strange because I don't like waking up alone. The thought of texting an 'I miss you' comes to mind, but then I realize I must sound foolish. It's just strange, I think again, because I thought the feeling of emptiness and lonesomeness was but a dream, evanescent and ever elusive. And yet here I lay, staring at the gray-blue of the bedroom that has yet to be kissed by the rustic reds of a rising sun.
In these seven minutes alone, a lot of things come to mind. I feel incompetent and incapable, and perhaps that's why I'm alone right now. It frightens me to death knowing that you could be out there, living your life like a goddamn movie cliche without me, because you don't need me. Because you're stronger, and I'm inept. Because you're capable of seeking, attaining satisfaction while I wallow in self-pity, constantly cradling the remains of my self-worth and dignity. I'm just a child, really.
But then you emerge from the bathroom in your over-sized t-shirt, rubbing the sleep from your drooping lids as you casually slide back to bed.
"You're thinking again, aren't you, Sayu?" you ask.
And as you wrap your arm around my waist, pull the sheets above us, and nestle your head against the back of my neck, I smile. "Yes, Reina."
I feel you squeezing your hold against me, ever so gently as you drift back into sleep, shifting your head this way and that as you recreate that comfortable niche in your pillow. "Well stop it."
Had this been anyone else, I would not have listened. I would have cried while I picked up the pieces of my broken heart because had it been anyone else, the words would have been a lie, this would have been a lie. The worry, the doubt, the self-deprecation would have been perfectly justifiable.
But it's you, and you make everything alright. You erase the anxiety that comes with past grievances and insist that irreconcilable differences are just a figment of my imagination. You say that I fret over stupid things because you would never run away. We can make our own goddamn movie cliche, you say. Maybe one day I'll stop worrying. And though the progress is slow, it's steady and you tell me that's better than nothing.
I turn around and find that you've already drifted away. And I give you a smile, because I know we can pick up these pieces and I'm grateful to have you in my life. The sun is rising and I hear the birds fine-tuning their morning song. That's alright, I think, because today I'll be sleeping in.
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I'm gonna go for a walk now lol maybe i'll find a reason to finish that happy update xD
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omg kj stop u promissed me guychan and gave me this :catglare: shame on u :catglare: lol jk
i will note thai i've been feeling like this sayu alot lately, i think way to much over things that should just be nothings but i make them bigger than they need to. sadly kiwi doesnt have a reina to tell her to stop ;3;
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WHAT IS THIS TANASHIGAY.
Anyway, so mean this Kj-chan ; A ;
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This is for all the awkward emo confessionals on the one shot thread, for all the hell I'm making takagaki go through in HnK, and the total lack of libido pumping and actual happiness going on for everyone in general in QPQ. I had a little bit of a personal funk I needed to get over. Thanks for putting up with me =] I think it's about time I finished this~ It's a surprise times 3 LOL None of them are related at all, but weddings apparently inspire a lot of different things haha
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First, I'm bringing back the ZukkixRiho toddlers combo lol I think these two are gonna be my fall-back fluff if you guys need a breather from the heavy haha
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I Do's and Pinky Swears
You know something? I think adults are weird. They think that going to a church for like 3 gazillion hours in princess and prince outfits is 'fun.' My mama told me that adults called these things 'weddings,' and it's for when two people really love each other and make promises to be in love forever or something like that. Why can't they just make promises in the sandbox at the playground? Sandcastles are just as good as churches, if you ask me.
Then they have these weird parties after, and all the adults drink a lot of weird looking grape juice. It kind of smells like the stuff my mama puts on my booboo's when I fall down and scrape my knees. I didn't think you could drink that stuff, but oh well. It sure makes the adults really red in the face, they kind of look like tomatoes, and it makes them walk funny. I guess you could think about it like playing on a super, super fast merry-go-round? Whatever it is, it makes me laugh and adults should drink it more.
Anywho, Zukki was there, too! Her parents and my parents became good friends after Zukki and I became playmates. I guess our parents just have the same princess and prince friends because I don't think there are a lot of kingdoms to choose from around here.
...Wait, does that mean I could be a princess?...Yeah, I'm totally a princess.
"Ne, Riho-chan~ Let's be together forever~"
Zukki and I were sitting at the same table at the party because our parents wanted to talk about adult stuff. I was kind of falling asleep since it was way past my bedtime, but Zukki was wide awake and she was really watching the prince and princess doing their slow dance. That was kind of like what they do in all those Disney movies I like to watch.
"Aren't we a little too young for that? We don't need to get married now, do we?"
Now, Zukki and I just met like a few months ago, but we're best friends forever now, you know. Forever sounds a little far away, and we're only five! But I don't like seeing Zukki frown, so I really had to put my thinking cap on because she looked like she wanted to cry after I asked her that. She's not very good at telling when I'm joking...
"We can pinky swear instead~"
She grabbed my pinky real fast, locked our fingers together, and laughed. "OK! I do, then!"
Zukki's a little weird and she smiles too much. I'm not sure what makes her so happy all the time, but I guess if we're going to get married, I'll have the rest of my life to figure that out, right? This is for all the marbles. Pinky swears are a lot more serious than wedding vows, after all.
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Next up, crack. After parties are the best part of the wedding haha because with friends like these, who needs to pay for entertainment? And now that I think about it, I guess this and the first story are kind of intertwined haha
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Her Kingdom for a Miracle
"WAR! UGH! WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?"
"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! RAWRRRRRR heehee~"
"WARRRRR! UGHHHHH! WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?!"
"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!! SING IT AGAIN NOW!! teehee~"
And this just kept going. On and on, back and forth. As Reina sat alone at their table for three at the wedding reception, she wasn't sure if she had wanted to just leave the vicinity and let the two idiots on stage find their own way home, or if she should just stab herself with the butter knife on the table. Decisions, decisions.
But as the drunken dumbass duo on stage continued with their drunken onslaught of butchering perfectly wonderful, but horrifically inappropriate songs after somehow manhandling the actual members of the band to leave, Reina was beginning to just hope the alcohol had gotten to the rest of the members of the audience at the reception. Glancing around, she found that everyone was still very unfortunately sober and she could only cover her face with a hand in complete embarrassment.
People had seen her step into this reception hall with these idiots. Everyone knew they were friends or associated or something of the sort. People would have her head for letting these morons get on stage...after getting over the initial shock of it all, of course.
"Oh god, why me?" she groaned into her palms.
Just when things couldn't get any worse, everything somehow managed to always surprise Reina for the worse. Always for the worse and never for the better when it came to these idiots she called friends and their other buddy, alcohol. She should have probably stopped them the moment she came back, but the opportunity to record this performance for blackmailing purposes just struck her as too good to miss. And now it was just too late even think about stopping them; the duo had managed to round up a bunch of drunken groupies to cheer them on.
"Ok, ok *hic* so our next song will be...take it away Sayu~ *hic*," the first of the drunken duo slurred, her hands flying in the air in her wasted attempts to mimic the motions of a game show hostess, and somehow almost managing to trip on her own two feet in the process.
"...LIKE A VIRGIN! WOOOO! SANKYUU, ERIRIN!" the pink energizer bunny of the two also slurred in sing-song, and it seemed like she was beginning to undress...? Oh dear god...
"Was it something I said, kami-sama? Did I kill someone in my past life or something? JUST TELL ME WHAT I DID TO DESERVE THESE TWO PEOPLE IN MY LIFE, AND I'LL REPENT FOR IT A MILLION-FOLD DAMMIT!" Reina prayed desperately in her mind, because really, only a miracle could save her from this alcohol-induced monstrosity.
But as the music began to play, the only sober member of the trio stood up to bravely retrieve her two friends from the stage, flick off the groupies that cursed at her for interrupting the potential strip show, and sit them back in their seats for a damn good verbal spanking. "I leave you two alone for TWO MINUTES to go to the ladies' room, and you somehow manage to get shit-wasted, take out the band, and start STRIPPING ON THE STAGE?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"
"Well ya see, Reina-pie~" Eri began, hiccuping and giggling after every 3 or so words, "Sayu was getting depressed because of all the *hic* children around. 'They're *hic* all so cute~' she'd *hic* say. 'I could just *hic* eat them up *hic.' Or *hic* something like that heehee. So she started drinking *hic* but she wouldn't finish them *hic* and cash bars are *hic* expensive, so I finished them *hic* for her~"
"Oh come on Reeinnnaaaaa," Sayu slurred, "That Sayashi and Suzuki team over there are just soooooooooooooooo cute, ne? Even you can't say no to thaaaaaaaaaat~"
Reina grabbed her two companions by the tips of their ears and dragged them far, far away from their own table, which was so conveniently placed next to the table which seated Riho and Zukki. "Imbeciles...I'm surrounded by complete imbeciles."
After the yankii dropped the wasted duo at an empty table in the far corner of the room, she began to walk back to their original table to collect her things and call a cab to take the three of them home. But just as she fell from an earshot away, she heard Eri say something. "Ne, Sayu *hic* look~ Aren't those kids adorable? *hic* I think the one girl's *hic* name is Haruka, and the *hic* other is Sato *hic* or something. I *hic* work with their *hic* parents *hic*."
"EHHHH!!!!! SO CUTE!!! Let's go say hiiiii~" Reina heard Sayu squeak.
The yankii took off her heels and ran to their previous table to fetch their things at top speed. These two were going to give her a stroke and a heart attack, there was no doubt about that, but they were not about to earn her a restraining order and land her in jail in one go. Oh hell no, not on her watch.
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Meanwhile back at our ZukkixRiho table...
"Ne, Zukki-chan? Let's not grow up to be like those women, ok? They kind of scare me..."
"Deal."
This required another very necessary pinky swear.
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Annnd to round up this update spree is the actual surprise that I had initially planned for everyone xD this is a gender-bender because I needed to get guychan out of my system, but feel free to imagine otherwise ; D completely and utterly unrelated to the previous two ahah
This is like borderline perv, but if it breaks the rules for this section of the fanfics, I guess I'll just edit it to be more perv-like and deserving of its own topic in the perv section lol
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A Lesson in Surrender (Part I...maybe? lol)
He sat in the waiting lounge while his lovely girlfriend decided to take her precious time trying out new clothes in the changing rooms. Usually, the waiting was something he never minded, but unfortunately right now the situation was anything but the usual. No, instead Ai had been subjected to shielding his "buddy" down there from the ever-judgmental eyes of the public, covering his awfully aroused area with a makeshift fort using Risa's purse and shopping bags. He never thought he'd be so happy to give the woman his credit card for a shopping spree.
It was all her fault, really. She had wanted to play a game, and he honestly should have known better after seeing that look in her eyes. His mind was screaming "It's a trap, dammit!" but who could ever say no to those pretty little eyes? Risa simply wanted to go shopping, but unfortunately had no money. The little devil had done some heavy "persuasion" on the car ride to the shopping district, but failed to finish her "argument." So here he was, stuck with the aftermath of witch's magic and without his credit card.
"There will be hell to pay, Risa..." He tapped his foot impatiently against the floor, checking his watch to gauge just how long that demon girlfriend of his had left him in such a painful predicament.
Five minutes. It had only been five excruciating minutes from the car ride to this freakin' store, and his girlfriend already managed to buy 3 bags full of crap? Not that he was complaining, but he was going to explode. "It'll be ok, it'll be ok, it'll be A-Ok," Ai mentally encouraged himself, heels striking the ground to maintain a steady rhythm along with his mantra. "Just think happy thoughts."
But of course, happy thoughts only made his buddy happier. Puppies. Risa clad in a sexy black dress. Sunshine. Risa in a racy red number. Summer. Risa ass up, face down...
"OH MY GOD!!!" Ai cried out, the pressure in his pants threating to subject him to a very close humiliating scenario if he allowed his mind to wander any further. As luck would have it, not only was the heat bubbling beautifully between his legs, but his face heated up as he glanced around and noticed all the wary stares of nearby customers.
Bowing his head in apology, Ai turned his attention to the closed changing room door at the very end of the hallway. Before he would put his payback plans into action, he really needed to find someone that would be kind enough to watch Risa's things. Revenge was sweet and everything, but he would be waist-deep in trouble if any of Risa's recent purchases would be stolen. And she did use his damn credit card after all. He needed a reliable eye, an unwavering tower of a being, a...
"Hey kid, come here for a second."
An unassuming kindergarten goer walked over to the slick suit-clad blond with lollipop in mouth, eyes blinking innocently. "What'cha want, mister?"
"Just need ya to do me a favor, if that's alright with you. You think you can sit here and keep a good eye on these bags for me?" Ai asked in his sweetest, kiss-ass-because-I-need-a-favor-BAD voice.
"What's in it for me, old man?" the little boy asked, the lollipop in his mouth hanging limply and dangerously close to falling on Ai's freshly polished dress shoes.
The blond reached into his pockets, pulled out a five dollar bill, and shoved it into the grubby little boy's hands. "Just keep your eye on these bags, kid. I need to uh...go to the bathroom."
With great haste, Ai tossed all the bags from off his lap. He had one hand covering his buddy and used the other to lift the boy onto his once pre-occupied seat and settled the bags around him. Ai gave the kid a friendly wink and began to dash towards the end of the hallway to his goal.
"...but the bathroom's the other way, mister..."
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He watched her quietly for a moment, watched as his woman bent her arms awkwardly behind her, aimlessly searching for the zipper of her dress. His eyes followed her hand as she used it to lift her long hair, revealing the delicate skin of her nape, while the other hand struggled to attain the perfect angle to reach the elusive zipper. If it was possible, the pressure in his pants just grew exponentially more painful to bear.
"Let me do that for you," his voice thick with lust and hands resting listlessly upon the curve of her hips.
Risa flinched after noticing who had just joined her in the private space. "Oh god...you scared me," she whispered, her voice and her body trembling in surprise. Try as she might, she couldn't quell the rapid breathing somehow already came with the unwanted visitor, but now that he was here, she might as well humor him.
"What do you think of this dress?"
"It looks great on you," he whispered in reply, breath hot against her ears as his hands slid slowly up her slim sides. Ai's eyes weren't even open to take in any section of that overpriced piece of fabric. No, eyes were closed as hands barely grazed sensitized skin through the thin synthetic material, nose lingering along her neck, being pleasantly overwhelmed by the scent of her flowery perfume, and ears taking in the sound of his love's soft pants as he went on with his teasing touches.
"Really?" Risa asked, her voice but a fading breath in their contained space. She couldn't help but notice their reflection against the full mirror on the wall, blushing as she saw her own lewd expressions upon the reflective surface. Her cheeks were stained further red as she felt Ai closing the proximity between their bodies and feeling a very notable presence press against the small of her back.
"Yeah," Ai whispered back, smiling into his light kisses along her neck when he heard his lover gasp at the sudden contact. And he further dared to tease his wretched woman, languorously tracing his tongue against a small mark he left on her shoulder, all the way to the gentle swirls of her ear. "Would look even better on the floor, though."
Risa broke from her heated trance painfully, momentarily when she felt Ai's hands cup her barely through the dress. Damn reality, she hadn't paid for this yet and she didn't even like it all that much. But if Ai liked it...
"No Ai, not here..." She failed to sound remotely authoritative enough under her lover's ministrations on her body, and failed even further as her quivering hands failed to move them away, despite herself. Someone had to be the voice of reason in this situation.
But there was no room for reason. Ai turned Risa, slammed her against the wall, and locked her into place with a knee between her legs and hands pinning her shoulders against the cold mirror behind her. She whimpered at the combination of unwanted sensations her body was being subjected to currently, but as she watched Ai lick his lips and stare with such a clouded, penetrating gaze, it was hard to be the reasonable one.
"Do you have any idea how long you've made me wait?" His voice was so thick, so gruff with such a desperate need, and eyes undressing her so effortlessly.
There was no way she would be getting out of this one, and she had no idea in hell how she would even remotely manage to keep it down. But as Ai began to lift the hem of her dress well above her waist, she knew she'd have to start thinking before her mind, along with the rest of her body, melted into a puddle of mush.
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"Oh dear," the cashier gasped, fixing her glasses to properly rest upon the bridge of her nose so she could properly examine the purchase. "There appears to be a stain on this dress, ma'am. It wouldn't be right to sell you damaged goods. Would you like me to get you another one?"
"NO!" Risa reflexively shouted in reply, blushing furiously once she realized the source of said stain on the dress. She turned to find Ai carrying her other shopping bags, grinning from ear to ear, and even having the audacity to wink knowingly at her. The nerve of that man..."I mean, no that will be alright. I'm sure it'll go away after a good wash, right?"
The cashier shot the couple a suspicious look, eyes darting back and forth between them. "If you insist."
The couple exited the little boutique shop, one side of the party fuming over events that happened mere minutes ago. But the other side of the party was feeling particularly accomplished, still smiling despite almost getting caught on several occasions at the same darn store. But what was life without a few risks, right? Ai had to admit this one was well-worth losing a couple hundred dollars on his credit card.
"So, Risa-chan~" he began whimsically, practically skipping away in giddy excitement. "Let's go to another store. Maybe I can help you try on a few more dresses~"
"I COULD HONESTLY KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!" she screamed, chasing after her lover while trying to smash his head in with her purse in the process. As far as Risa was concerned, this battle was not over.
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I don't always write pervs, but when I do, I leave you hanging :wahaha:
I'll leave most of it to your imagination. I think the mind does a better job than words ever can.
Lessons of these stories? I need to go to more weddings lol Have a fantastic day, everyone :P
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Surprise in the oneshot thread indeed. Ohohoho~ I'll come up with a proper response later but I do believe my entire morning has been made XD
EDIT: The adventures of RihoZukki <3 they're so effing cute. Especially their pinky swears~ would be interesting to have either one of them look back on that moment at their current age while they kataomoi over the other. (yeah I know it's not a verb whatever XD ) but that would be more angsty than cute. I digress XD
Tanakameshige~ Friends or (lovers) I am a fan of this trio together. :heart: Reina having to babysit her very drunk pals is hilarious XDDD
And then we have Guychan/Risa. As stated elsewhere I usually flee from anything involving manparts but ahahaha that wasn't really an issue here. The issue is: why is this not a full perv? :catglare: you're as much of a tease as I am, jerk. XD
jk ilu bby <3
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Omg three! I'm still so groggy, though, I had to read them all twice just to take it all in XD Though I read the last one a third time for good measure :drool:
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I believe I've replied to this trolling in tumblr but i'll do it again. POST THE FULL VER PLZ ;A;
or my other fanfics won't make it here OTL
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I'm on my phon right now but I mut say it was well worth the data loss! Riho zukki promise was so cute along with drunk kameshiges lol and guychan is :deco: more perv/ boarder line perv!
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Back to the past to the ZukkiRiho ficlet...
I blinked a few times and then I laughed because she was funny. "I'm not a stranger! I'm just a kid! Strangers have white vans and candy!"
"...My mom drives a white van and has candy at home..." Her thumb was still in her mouth. I thought that was pretty cool how she could talk and do that at the same time. She must have been an alien.
"BUT SHE'S NOT A STRANGER, SO THAT DOESN'T COUNT!!!"
this portion....I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! :rofl:
Zooom to the present~
-ZukkiRiho cuteness-
:gmon tears: tooo cuuuuuute~ :heart:
Pinky swears are a lot more serious than wedding vows, after all.
quoted for the truth! Wedding vows are pretty much junk nowadays anyways :P PINK SWEARS ALL THE WAY!
Drunk Shige...let's hope she's a tad more responsible next time...we don't want any restraining orders now do we? XD
GuyChanGaki.... :wub: :heart: :heart: :heart: I COMPLETELY AGREE WITH ARISA~ Part two pureazu~
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^ Part 2 will come eventually xD July turned out to get busy all of a sudden X__X but im on bed-rest for a broken body after running a marathon sooooooooo who knows ahaha might come sooner than later
It's kind of funny how going through the motions can sometimes inspire some of the darnedest things. This is actually a not-so-subtle push for you all to go visit your local coffeehouse lol Give it a shot of espresso lol it only starts off angsty (as always), but it'll get happier and happier I swear =] Because we need a shot of espresso the lovebug around here ahha
Italics are narration/self-musings/whatever. Regular is normal dialogue and whatever.
And how appropriate that there's a song out there that shares the same title as this fic haha:
Landon Pigg - Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop ( Lyrics ) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubYaxfzzLTE#ws)
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Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop
They never tell you what heartbreak feels like, not really. They fail to mention the hours of sleep lost after dwelling on the what if's and the could-have-been's, the guilt that drowns you after you remember all the stupid things you wished you never said, and that ghastly urge to buy all the ice cream at the convenient store to patch up your torn-up heart with that sticky-sweet residue of creamy deception. Or maybe they do and I just choose to stay in denial.
I feel like a constant state of winter, like a dead oak drab and naked of all its leaves after a powerful and chilling blast from reality stripped me of all my glory, my happiness. Out of nowhere, it just swept me off my feet in that non-romantic way, and it left behind branches devoid of life and pernicious scars that fail to herald new life. And I think to myself, man this is exactly what heartbreak feels like.
But I deserve it, though. I'm a grown enough woman to admit that. I pushed onto her the expectations of a relationship too far from reach, and it's no wonder she left me. Maybe I'm just getting old, and the horrors of this quarter-life crisis are rapidly making that dreaded transition into the mid-life stages, and are finally making me realize that I need to settle down and get serious about that sort of thing for once. But maybe I pushed it too hard. You can't blame the woman for leaving. After all, I had skipped all the necessary bases of proper courtship: running from the first base of playful flirtations and stealing bases all the way to that comfortably cozy home plate. When you strike without thinking, you're just bound to strike out. And I guess that's what heartbreak feels like.
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"I'll have the skinny caramel macchiato. Make it soy please."
As the numbers rang up to that shade of neon green against a black mini computer screen, she handed the worker at the register the exact change for her morning fix of caffeinated goodness. Mornings, after all, never get any easier. It was hard enough finding the will to unbury herself from the sole relief of her blankets, and an entirely different battle to face the rest of the day without coffee. If she had to smile, she could at least fake it with the help of the same, toasty beverage she ordered every morning. Including weekends.
And even though some things in her life upped and left her altogether, some things never changed and she quite liked that. Because it's all too simple to take comfort in the familiarity when that's all her life had left her.
She stood waiting at the wings for her order, tapping her fingers nervously at the sticky counter top with eyes glued to the automated glass door entryway. Because the last thing she needed was for her to pop in and remind her of the not-so-present failures in her currently loveless life. Maybe that's why she ordered flavored coffees.
"Order up for Takahashi Ai! Skinny soy caramel macchiato!"
Ai pried her eyes from the door and eagerly received the warm cup of caramel goodness from the barista across that sticky counter. And for a moment, their eyes met.
"She stopped coming to this place, you know. Goes to the shop across the street for her coffee these days. Try it out maybe? The change might do ya some good."
Ai's brows knitted together in confusion, eyes locked on the barista as she walked away to attend to another customer in line. It was too early in the morning for these sorts of eerie exchanges between strangers.
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She didn't intend to, she swore it. She never meant to walk into that coffee shop across the street and she never meant to run into her again. Curiosity had slayed this cat, eviscerated every inch of her as contrived words spilled forth, hiding the hurt behind false pretenses upon finally meeting with her again. Because she just couldn't leave it at a 'Hello, good morning.' She never could.
"Welcome back."
Ai looked up from her shoes to the same barista that had serviced her all these months of solo recovery. The familiarity of her pleasant smile on her tiny face was a warm relief after that tumultuous variation in her routine. "They didn't make my coffee the way I liked it."
The barista smiled and rang up her usual order.
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"You should smile a little more."
The older woman paused as she handed the barista her change for the order. "What?"
The barista took her money and placed it in the register before walking to espresso machine to work on the order with a cheeky grin on her face. "Smile a little more, it might do ya some good."
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"Why don't you try a caramel caffe latte with an extra shot of espresso? Warms ya up and still has that caramel-flavor you seem to like so much."
Ai squinted at the menu, trying to decipher the minuscule chalk scribbles on the blackboard menu. It didn't seem bitter enough. "I don't like change."
The barista rang up her usual order with the slightest frown. "Hmm, you never know. It might do ya some good."
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Ai walked into the coffeehouse on a Sunday morning. She worked then, too, because work was the easiest way to pass the time. Walking up to the counter, her brows furrowed after being greeted by a male barista at the register. Having to actually dictate her order for once after a long while was peculiar, and she even tripped on her words in realizing she had gotten so used to having that woman on the other side ring her up without having to ask.
As she waited in the wings for her order, the sound of automated doors scrapping across a worn, carpeted rug at the entrance caught her attention. And in strolled the familiar barista in something outside of the usual coffee-stained green apron and black polo uniform top. This change was a rather pleasant one, Ai thought.
The barista had placed her order and walked over to the wings where Ai waited for hers. "Fancy seeing you here," she said cheekily, tugging her purse to rest over her shoulder.
"You're not working today?"
"I don't always work, you know," the younger woman stated with a simple smile. A loud smack of a palm on the sticky counter top from the man at the register signaled the female barista that her order was ready. Before she left, she said, "You should take a day off every once in a while. The breathers from the ol' grind are kind of a nice change. It might do ya some good."
The sage advice from a youthful barista.
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"Well, well you're in later today."
Ai sheepishly shoved her hands into her pants' pockets, looking up to her usual barista with a goofy, bashful kind of smile. "I took the day off."
The woman at the other side of the register widened her eyes in exaggerated shock and mouth open agape for emphasis. "Oh really now? That's great! So you gettin' the usual?"
Ai shook her head, sharing a toothy smile as she placed her order, "...I think I'll try that caramel latte you mentioned before."
"You're just full of surprises today, aren't you?"
The barista met Ai on the other side of the sticky counter to deliver her new order. "I think the change might do me some good."
After an exchange of smiles and a brief brush of their fingers wrapped around the same warm beverage, a blush crept upon their cheeks. And before Ai knew it, she found the courage to break the curse of a winter that overstayed its welcome. "Oh, hey what's your name again?"
The barista smirked as she pointed a finger to the name tag over her heart. "You have eyes, don't you?"
Ai leaned across the counter top that separated them to catch a closer look. Niigaki Risa.
"Would you like to join me for lunch one time, Risa-chan?"
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What they do tell you is that winter doesn't last forever. After every winter comes a spring, and for me, that means a new beginning. Who knows? The change might do me some good.
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This is my takagaki gift for the takagaki fans lol since I can't seem to get those two together (happily) in my other fics ahah
*just to clarify* This fic was over the course of a few days :sweatdrop:
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OH MY GOD ITS SO CUTE!!!!!!! :panic: :panic: :panic: :panic: :panic: :panic: makes me want starbucks now too ;3; LOL so many changes in 1 day was pretty shocking to me too and i loved the fact that it's risa :deco:
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Heeheehee takagaki coffee shop love! How cute, Ai-chan being so brave :inlove: :inlove:
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'Niigaki Risa.' THIS BEAUTIFUL SENTENCE CAUGHT ME THERE. AND KILLED ME TOO. <3_____<3 Oh Aigaki, you guys go with the raburabu. After all, It Might Do Ya Guys Some Good. ;)
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Bawww, such cuties. ^^ and naturally it's a coffee shop romance~ <3 why is everyone making it hard for me to dislike Takagaki lately, my goodness XD
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I was just In a starbucks like 6 hrs ago. Djdjdisms s this is so cuuuuteere <3333
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Aichan needs to write a love song to Gakisan.
Kristin Chenoweth singing "Taylor the Latte Boy" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXS0nEOx_20#)
Just saying.