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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 15:52:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Message to anyone reading this</title>
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  <description>After a long time of not writing (I&apos;m not about to get into why right now) I am back. I will be revising and finishing My Wife (Sailor Moon), Dance of the Swan (Sailor Moon), and Blue Painting (jrock). I also might try writing in Spanish so I am currently on the look out for a Spanish beta reader! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed you fanfic world!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 18:52:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Chance</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; A Chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Sailor Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Rubeus/Chibi-usa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; AU, Romance, Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Sailor Moon nor am I making money from this. Chibi-usa is older then 18 in this fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; It was by chance that these two should meet, and it was by chance that they should fall in love. Chibi-usa works at a questionable place offering sex for money. Rubeus happens to stumble in one day and since then has been unable to leave Chibi-usa alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cursed under his breath as he walked down the street, hands in his pockets and ruby shirt slightly unbuttoned. Again. Again Rubeus had been the one to blame for the project being a failure. It was always him taking the blame for Esmeraude. She couldn’t be anything but perfect in his eyes. Honestly, it was a little disgusting how Esmeraude always spooned over the other man especially when said man was not even interested in her the slightest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubeus stopped walking when he got to his familiar destination. He had been coming here for a few weeks now ever since a coworker took him down to this section of the city saying, “It’s a great way to relax!” At first Rubeus thought that the man was ridiculous. Rubeus was not the kind of man who needed this to relax. What he needed to do was find a way to get rid of Esmeraude. That’s what he told himself at least, but then he saw her. She was young and unusual, and it was not just because of her pink hair. There was something in her eyes that Rubeus wanted to uncover. That wondering and need to know was what made Rubeus go over there. He tried to talk to her, to uncover those eyes, but he barely got anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they had sex too. Great sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just something about her that made him come back every week. And judging by the rumors he was not the only one. One night Rubeus got upset at her for sleeping with other men. “I’m a prostitute.” Her reply sounded sad and hurtful, like she did not want to admit the truth to herself, as if she wanted something else. Rubeus immediately regretted his outburst and inwardly smacked himself for losing control like that for no reason. It is not like he knew her personally. He had no reason to get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, every week he returned, and ever dawn he would leave after spending a night with her in his arms. At first she was surprised that he would stay the night, and a little confused as to why. “Because I want to,” was all that Rubeus said. He still doesn’t know why she allowed him to stay. He certainly did not have a good reason for wanting to stay the night. He himself did not even know why he wanted to hold the pink haired woman and sleep next to her. She even took him to her private room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told himself that it meant nothing, but as the weeks passed they begun to open up to each other. It begun to become something instead of nothing and no matter how badly he tried to deny it Rubeus was falling in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had found out that her real name was Chibi-usa one night. She had asked him, in that sad, scared voice, if he would call her by her real name when they had sex that night. Rubeus did not even have to think twice. That night felt realer then anything he had ever experiences in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come with me,” Rubeus had said one dawn as he was buttoning up yesterday’s shirt and getting ready to leave once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” Chibi-usa asked in surprise. She was still in bed trying to cover her eyes from the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubeus took a hold of her hand. “Leave this place,” he whispered. She pulled her hand away and turned her head. “Chibi-usa.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her name was enough to bring tears to her eyes. When was the last time she had cried? Years. For years she had learned to keep her emotions hidden but now everything was breaking. She had foolishly opened her heart and now her carefully carved mask was falling and breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrapped his arms around her. For the first time since his mother died Rubeus had wanted to protect someone. He tightened his arms around her and held her close to his chest in an attempt to sooth her even a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t,” she finally said after the tears had calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” Rubeus had whispered. But his only answer was more tears. “I’ll kidnap you if you don’t come with me,” he said. “I’ll take you away to the country side where no one can find you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi-usa was smiling under her tears. Her mind was wondering, dreaming about running away from this life and living with Rubeus in a little house in the country. Her mind was always dreaming of that far away place, away from the city, and away from this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, Rubeus,” Chibi-usa whispered as she pulled away from the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why? Why are you so scared to leave this place?” Rubeus was a little upset now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just come with me, Chibi-usa,” Rubeus said. “I have enough money. I can take care of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was silent. Something inside of her was screamed for her to just go, to get out of here, and yet there was also an invisible force telling her that she had to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chibi-usa,” he whispered her name. She could feel the tears building up in her eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left that dawn irritated. He had quickly put on his jacket, grabbed his other belongings and rushed out the door. For a while Chibi-usa could not move. The pain in her heart was so heavy because she knew that he was not coming back. And that ill feeling of belonging here was even apparent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her surprise he came back the next day. Again Rubeus asked her to leave with him. Again she told him that she could not leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why?” Rubeus asked a little irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t,” was all Chibi-usa answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued for days. Rubeus would come over asking her to leave with him, asking her why she would not leave, and then leaving that night only to come back the next night. There was no sex, no conversation, no being in each other’s arms before dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rubeus did not come one night Chibi-usa was sure that he had finally given up. That one night turned into two weeks and Chibi-usa finally felt like she could repair her mask and go back to how her life was before him. So when he showed up the next day she was surprised. She was even more surprised that he had two train tickets in his hand. This time Rubeus would not take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t,” Chibi-usa begged with tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give me one good reason!” Rubeus exclaimed. “One reason and I’ll leave.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I belong here,” Chibiusa said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No you don’t,” Rubeus grunted. “You belong with me and I just brought a house in the country side so you are going there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rubeus…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. I’ve had enough, Chibi-usa,” with that he took a hold of her arm and tried to drag her out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rubeus!” Chibi-usa exclaimed. “You are going to cause a scene.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t care,” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t,” she whimpered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not good enough,” Rubeus said. He still helf onto her arm but he had stopped trying to get her to move. Instead he was looking into her eyes. Chibi-usa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment she could not talk. All she could do was stare into his eyes. They were full of hope and love. Oh! How badly she wanted to believe in those eyes. How badly she wanted to leave with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you,” Rubeus said. She couldn’t hold back the tears any more. “Chibi-usa.’ He continued to whisper her name and wipe away the tears from her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was my choice to be here,” she said once she regained her composure. It was the second time that he had been able to make her lose control of herself like that. “I can’t go back. I can’t face my family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubeus was unsure of what to say. He never was good with comforting people, so he leaned in and gently kissed Chibi-usa instead. “It’s your family. They must be worried about you,” he said. “If they love you then this doesn’t matter.” Rubeus inwardly groaned to himself. He really had no idea what to tell the young woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rubeus,” she whispered. She looked up at him from teary eyes and with a small smile on her face said, “Let’s go.” That feeling of not being able to escape was a little less heavy in her mind now, and she could not help but think that maybe she could have the life that she dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Finally!’ Rubeus exclaimed as he once again started to drag her out of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait! I have to pack,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll buy you new stuff,” Rubeus said. He was too much in a hurry to let go of her. Besides, he wanted her away form this place as soon as possible so that she did not have the option of changing her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chibi-usa got the better of him and was able to convince him to allow her to grab a few things. Of course he was standing over her impatiently as she did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they where on the train, after waiting at the station for three hours because someone was a little too paranoid about someone else possibly escaping, Chibi-usa turned to her lover next to her and asked, “Do you think I’ll ever see my family again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubeus shrugged his shoulders and answered, “Possibly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you think it will work out if I did see them again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Definitely.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi-usa turned to the window with a tiny smile on her face. She started thinking about seeing her mother and father again, seeing her best friend Hotaru. In her mind it was a happy event filled with lots of hugging and crying, and overall joy for her. Once again she dreamed only this time, as she looked outside the window at the sun rising over the horizon, she had hope that maybe one day this dream could come true.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 00:19:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Every Time</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Every Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Morning Musume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Kaori/Mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Morning Musume nor am I making money from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Kaori&apos;s heart was breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time. Every time she saw those pictures it was like someone had shoved a spear through her heart. But she had to hide it. She had to pretend that seeing Mari with someone else did not shatter her heart into a thousand pieces. She had to be strong. She could handle it. She used to be the leader of morning musume after all, and if she could survive that then she could get over this heart break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what Kaori had told herself every night when she would just lie awake in bed dreaming about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside she would put a smile on her face and congratulate Mari on finding someone special, but on the inside she was breaking.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 00:17:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Masquerade</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Original Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Jacques/Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; The characters featured in this fic are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; I would really love to get some feedback on my characters because I plan to write a much longer story between these two in the future. I&apos;m really looking for some character feedback. I&apos;m afraid of making Marie too mary sue like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you really going to do this the whole night?” The young woman said nothing as she grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs. He sighed and followed her, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring at her ass. She made her way to the front door closet. For a spring night it was unusually chilly out. Always the gentleman, he retrieved her light pink coat from the closet and held it up for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised an eyebrow at him before letting him help her with her coat. “See,” he whispered into her ear as he slid the coat slowly over her shoulders. She felt tiny chills go up her spin. She did not want to admit it to herself, but she was falling for this blond haired, perverted, cocky man. She had been since the moment she saw him, and then he had to go and open his mouth. She smirked to herself at this thought. “I can be a gentleman.” His fingers were now playing with a few loose strands of her brunette hair. She rolled her eyes and pulled the coat around herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you ready?” She asked sounding a little harsher then she had meant to sound before turning on her heals and walking outside. She did not bother to wait for an answer. She knew that he would follow her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got in the car he pulled out a mask and handed it to her. She looked at it for a moment, her brown frowning in confusion, before asking, “What is this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a mask, mon cheri.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know that.” She rolled her eyes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you need a mask if you are going to a masquerade ball.” She did not know how to answer that so she decided to just keep her mouth shut and looked out the window at Paris’ nightlife. The city was beautiful. She could not keep her eyes off of it. He on the other hand could not keep his eyes off of her. There was something about her that, underneath that attitude of hers, drew him to her. Perhaps it was because she never gave in to his advances. He was so used to having women give themselves to him whenever he wanted them. Well, he did have a way with the women after all. He smirked that cocky grin of his as he thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jacques,” she warned. He smirked and reached over to gently place a hand on her leg. She, not so gently, pushed his hand off. He didn’t expect any less from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade, no?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” She asked shocked. She turned to look at him. “You’re not coming?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” he answered. “It’s not my thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not your thing?” She teased. “Since when has beautiful girls crowding around you begging for a dance and hinting at something else not been your thing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since you came here,” he answered looking deep into her eyes. For a moment there she was stunned and unable to move. He took this opportunity to softly take a hold of her chin. “You can join me if you wish.” It was then that she noticed that her mouth was open in a very unlady like manner. She quickly closed her mouth and turned away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached over and she felt like her body was burning up. His arm barely touched her dress but it felt like his hand was digging into her skin. It was only when she heard the click of the door handle that she realized that the car had stopped moving. They were there at the ball. Without giving herself time to think, or feel, she opened the door and stepped out. She slammed the door just to make sure that he knew that he was never going to get anywhere with her before putting on her mask and walking up to the huge mansion, and again he had to smirk at her behavior. It was so predictable of her.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 23:10:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Unusual</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Unusual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Naruto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Kakashi/Sakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; life, AU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Naruto and I am not making money from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sakura is not like the usual people that Kakashi is used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw her she was standing in the park painting. She had set up a little area for herself, displaying her artwork to the people walking by in hopes that someone would stop and buy a painting. I never did see anyone buy one of her paintings, and I have been watching her for months, and yet she still stood there in the park everyday painting. Thinking about it now, she must have been doing it for the joy of painting and not for money since she never sold anything and didn’t seem to mind either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must have been what attracted me to her and what made me talk to her. In the end I’m glad that I did. It was so unusual to see someone not obsessed with money and power in this city. I wonder what she saw in me. Whatever it was we started dating soon after that. It went well for a few months but then the usual happened. She wanted to know more about me but there are just some things that I won’t share with people for their own safety. Usually the women leave shortly after but she’s still here, still painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over at the finished canvas. It’s a very beautiful painting of a view of the sunset from a stone bridge. “Kakashi,” I hear her whisper my name. “Let’s go home.” She’s very unusual. &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 18:25:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tokyo Mew Mew Archive (english)</title>
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  <description>Old --&amp;gt; New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Realize&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/59609.html&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG/Fluff/Zakuro x Mint x Lettuce/Lettuce realizes what love is.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 18:24:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Realize</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Tokyo Mew Mew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Zakuro/Mint/Lettuce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew and I am not making money from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Lettuce realizes what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At thirteen years old Lettuce realized that she was a lesbian. At first she was scared. She didn’t know how her parents or her new friends would take it. So she didn’t say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At fourteen Lettuce realized what love was. She had fallen and she had fallen hard. The worse thing about it was that she had fallen for her friend and she knew that she could never say anything. She would never ruin their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At fifteen Zakuro had found her in the bathroom crying. She didn’t say anything. Instead she just held the younger girl close to her and let her cry. It was the first time Lettuce had seen Zakuro showing any real emotion even after all these years of being friends. They all knew that Zakuro cared about them but the older girl never actually showed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lettuce had managed to stop sobbing she asked Zakuro why she held her. “Because I know what it’s like to love someone that you can never have.” That was the first time Lettuce had ever been kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sixteen Lettuce was shopping for her girlfriend of one year when Mint kissed her. She had confessed to having always loved Lettuce. Lettuce was feeling a mix of guilt, confusion, and… happiness. The girl she had always loved from afar was in love with her and wanted to be with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Zakuro found out she was not as angry as Lettuce had imagined that she would be. Somehow Lettuce knew that Zakuro had always loved Mint as well, but she also knew that the older girl had also developed feelings for her as she had for Zakuro over the year. Lettuce didn’t want to lose either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at seventeen Lettuce could not be happier because she got to wake up every morning next to two beautiful girls that she loved very much.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:26:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Pain</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Kingdom Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Axel/Larxene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Kingdom Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Larxene doesn&apos;t know why Axel&apos;s words had hurt her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sora…” Axel whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larxene looked up at her red haired companion. “Why do you have such on obsession with that boy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axel turned to face Larxene. “He’s unique.” Larxene tilted her head and gave Axel a confused look. “He doesn’t have a heart and yet…” Axel started to stare off, lost in his own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larxene crossed her arms and glared at Axel. After a few minutes of glaring she realized that it was getting her nowhere with him. “You spend too much time thinking about that boy,” She said, the irritation clear in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jealous?” Axel smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You wish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axel turned to look at her. Larxene could tell that he was up to something, probably more teasing. She stood there with her arms still folded glaring at Axel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You do wish,” Axel calmly said. Larxene was unexpectedly a little taken back by his words. This surprised her since she knew that he was going to say something teasing like that. “You wish, Larxene. You wish,” Axel whispered before turning around and walking out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larxene felt her body go numb except for a little pain in her chest. She brought her hand up t her chest where her heart should have been. It was confusing, and unlike any feeling she had ever felt before, and yet the pain felt vaguely familiar. Larxene clenched the robes covering her chest. It was stupid for her to feel this way, as if she had a heart, as if she had feelings. Well, feelings other then anger, and she was definitely angry now. “Axel,” she growled as she started to plan out how to get back at him.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:21:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Comfort of Darkness</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Comfort of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Kingdom Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Axel/Kairi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Kingdom Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Kairi is having a nightmare about that darkness and Axel comes to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kairi woke up the first thing that she noticed was that she was covered in sweat. The second thing that she noticed was that it was dark. There was darkness all around her. She started to panic. Memories of her nightmare, of being consumed by darkness and lost forever started to come back to her. Kairi pulled the blanket tighter around her. “It’s alright,” she said to herself. “It was only a dream. Relax.” Kairi tried to relax and concentrate on her breathing, but it did little to help calm her nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she heard a noise. Kairi tensed up. She saw a flicker of light creep into her room as the door was opened. A figure walked in and closed the door; it was dark again. Kairi bit her bottom lip in an attempt not to make a noise. &lt;i&gt;Maybe if I’m silent he’ll think no one’s here and leave.&lt;/i&gt; Kairi thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden she saw a beam of light hit the ceiling and then shine on her face. She lost control and screamed. Kairi flung the blanket over her head and tried to burry herself into the mattress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kairi,” the man said teasingly. She knew that voice. She peeked her head out from under the blankets and immediately she knew whom that smirking man standing beside her bed was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Axel,” she growled, her voice now sounding angry instead of scared. “You scared me!” She exclaimed as she sat up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped the flashlight on to her bed. “Here,” She picked up the flashlight and gave him a confused look. “I heard you screaming about the darkness,” he answered. Kairi blushed. She hadn’t realized that she had been so loud in her sleep or that she was even screaming at all. Axel smirked and turned to leave when Kairi reached out and took hold of his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait!” she said. He turned around and looked at her. “Do you think you could stay?” Axel opened his mouth and was about to reject her wish but instead, to her surprise, gave a slight nod. He closed a mouth and with a sigh got into bed with her. “Hey!” Kairi exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” Axel questioned, the irritation at having been waken up in the middle of the night clear in his voice. “I’m tired, and if you want me to stay I’m sleeping in the bed.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kairi glared at him before realizing that he was not about to move any second. With a sigh she sunk back into the covers, and turning her back to him, fell asleep. This time she didn’t have any more nightmares, even if she was dreaming about a certain red haired bastard.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 22:29:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A Moment That Last Forever</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; A Moment That Last Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Kingdom Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Axel/Kairi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst, smut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Kingdom Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; A moment between Axel and Kairi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of them really knew how it happened, but it did. They had found themselves falling onto the bed, Axel on top of her. He placed kisses along her neck, and teeth marks on her shoulders. He moved farther down to play with her small breast. Kairi had moaned and arched her body up, trying to get more contact between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the heat and passion they had found their clothes being ripped off until they were both naked and moving together on his bed. Both searching for release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axel was lying on top of her with his head buried in the crook of her neck, his sweaty red hair falling around her face, neck, and shoulders. She could feel him panting against her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kairi ran her fingers through that soft red hair and closed her eyes. She knew that she didn’t belong here, and she knew that Sora was looking for her, but for right now, in just this moment, it all felt right, and she desperately wanted for this moment to last forever. &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:12:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>One Day</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; One Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Hello! Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Kaori/Mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Morning Musume and this never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; One day Mari would forget all about Kaori and find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“One day you’ll forget about me,” Kaori said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No!” the other girl screamed as tears ran down her face. Mari grabbed a hold of the taller woman’s shoulders and looked up at her. “I will never forget you, Kaori,” she spoke quieter now. “Please. Don’t do this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaori closed her eyes and let out a big breath. There was no way that she could look her in the eyes. She could not bear to see the pain, the heartache. She knew that Mari was young, and that she would be able to over come this. In time she will find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaori!” Mari screamed again this time shaking the other woman as she did so. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years had passed since that night. Things between them had been awkward, and once Kaori graduated from Morning Musume the two had stopped talking to one another completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaori sat at the little coffee table with her bagel and smoothie in front of her. She pulled out the magazine that she had brought from the corner store. Taking a sip from her smoothie, Kaori opened the magazine up and nearly spit out her drink. There was her Mari (wait, scratch that, Mari was not hers anymore) holding hands with a very handsome young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaori felt her heart stop. Her fingers traced the outline of Mari’s sweet, happy smile, and Kaori felt herself smiling back a sort of sad yet happy smile at the picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Told you,” she whispered to herself. “I told you that you would forget all about me, Mari.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 18:08:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Prompts for &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;hoursoftheday&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/hoursoftheday/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/hoursoftheday/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;hoursoftheday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is my new community by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bold = working on&lt;br /&gt;strike = finished and can be found in the archives in my userinfo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:00 am&lt;/b&gt; Hello! project - &lt;i&gt;I Am Trying To Send This&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 am&lt;br /&gt;3:00 am&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am&lt;br /&gt;5:00 am&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am&lt;br /&gt;7:00 am&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:00 am&lt;/b&gt; Alice Nine - &lt;i&gt;Splash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 am&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am&lt;br /&gt;12:00&lt;br /&gt;1:00/13:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;2:00/14:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;3:00/15:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;4:00/16:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;5:00/17:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;6:00/18:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7:00/19:00 pm&lt;/s&gt; Original - &lt;i&gt;That Simple Night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8:00/20:00 pm&lt;/b&gt; Hello! Project - &lt;i&gt;Happy Hawaiian Hotel!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00/21:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;10:00/22:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;11:00/23:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;12:00/24:00</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 16:59:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Let Me See!</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Let Me See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Morning Musume/Hello!Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Kaori/Mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Humor, pure silliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own morning Musume, Kaori, or Mari. I am not making a profit off of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Kaori is keeping something from Mari and Mari has to find out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; written for &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;j10_ways&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/j10_ways/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/j10_ways/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;j10_ways&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaori!” Mari exclaimed as she tried to look around the taller girl, but Kaori kept turning around so that Mari couldn’t see what was in her hands. “Kaori, please show me,” Mari pleaded batting her eyelashes and trying to look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaori shook her head and giggled. “That’s not going to work on me,” Kaori said. “And you fail at being cute.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine!” Mari said. She folded her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to see what you have anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” Kaori answered with a smile. She knew that secrets were too much for Mari. She hated it when people kept things hidden from her. The other girl would break soon. She could hear the sound of a foot tapping, and just knew that Mari was standing behind her with a pout on her lips and a glare in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaori!” Mari shouted. Kaori smiled. She knew that it would not take very long. “Let me see.” Mari stood on the tips of her toes to try and get a better look, but she was still not tall enough. “You’re too tall!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What a mean thing to say,” Kaori said pretending to be a little angry. “Now I’m not going to show you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” Mari sighed. “I’m sorry I call you a tall ugly monster.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” Kaori exclaimed. Mari took this opportunity to reach over and pull the item from the other girl’s hands. Kaori looked shocked. “Mari!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari laughed and looked down at what she had just snatched. “Chocolate?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Kaori answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who gave you chocolates?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No one gave them to me,” Kaori said. “I brought them.” Mari busted out laughing. “What?” Kaori said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry,” Mari said still snickering a little. “But what a sad life you have that no one will give you chocolates!” Mari started laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They are not for me, idiot!” Kaori exclaimed. “Read the tag.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari managed to stop laughing long enough to flip over the little tag connected to the box of chocolates. Her eyes widened. She looked at Kaori causing the other girl to blush and turn away. “For me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Kaori mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaori…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was stupid,” Kaori quickly said. “Just… just forget about it.” She reached over to try and take the chocolates but Mari had a firm grip on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kaori!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mari! Just forget about it!” Kaori shouted pulling harder on the box. Suddenly the box tore open from the force of the two girls pulling on it, and lots of pieces of chocolate candy came falling out. “Shit…” Kaori said looking down at the chocolates, but Mari was still looking at the taller girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you mean it?” Mari suddenly whispered. Kaori looked up in shock. “Did you mean it when you wrote that you loved me?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaori felt her face heat up. She looked away for a moment, trying to gain her composure. Biting her lip and with a nervous look on her face Kaori turned, and looking Mari right in the eyes she say softly, “Yes… I do mean it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari smiled and moved in closer to Kaori. She stood up on her toes and placed a gentle kiss on Kaori’s cheek causing the other girl’s eye to widen. “I love you too.” Kaori smiled and a warm feeling over swept her body. She leaned down and placed a kiss on Mari’s lips. The other girl wrapped her arms around her and leaned into the kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” Mari said as they broke the kiss. “You lips taste like chocolate. Did you eat some of my chocolate?” Mari’s outburst over the chocolate was too much. Kaori could not help but to break out in laughter. “You did! You ate some of my chocolates! I thought you loved me. Is this the kind of relationship we are going to have?” By this time Kaori was on the floor laughing from the look on Mari’s face and the way that she was acting. Mari’s whole face was red with anger and she looked very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mari stop.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No! I cannot believe you ate my chocolates.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I’m going to pee myself,” Kaori laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eww, Kaori!” Mari said with a disgusting look on her face. “Go to the bathroom and do that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 21:21:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>j10_ways: Kaori x Mari</title>
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  <description>&lt;s&gt;1. Choclate&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. Breaking&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Neutral&lt;br /&gt;4. Horizon&lt;br /&gt;5. Quirks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6. Forgotten&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Poison&lt;br /&gt;8. Lust&lt;br /&gt;9. Precious&lt;br /&gt;10. Drive</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 20:26:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Chemical Romance English Archive</title>
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  <description>Old --&amp;gt; New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Wasn&apos;t What I Signed Up For&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/55177.html&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R/War, Angst/No Pairing/mentioned character death/This was not what any of them had signed up for. How could they have expected that things would turn out this way?</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 20:25:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This Wasn&apos;t What I Signed Up For</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; This Wasn&apos;t What I Signed Up For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Gen/None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own My Chemical Romance or anyone mentioned in this work of non-profit fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; This was not what any of them had signed up for. How could they have expected that things would turn out this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Warning! Contans mentioned character death, and deals with the subject of war.&lt;br /&gt;This was originaly for mychemicaltest but my word count was too low so I&apos;m just posting it here without entering the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men were silent. The nurse had told them what to expect but they were still unprepared. They turned the corner and walked into the long hallway, Bob behind Frank and Frank following the nurse. The huge hallway was filled with people, soldiers. Injured soldiers. Dying soldiers. Bob was trying not to look but the groans and moans of the soldiers were piercing his eardrums. He concentrated on watching Franks’s feet. Left. Right. Left. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Toro,” The nurse said. Franks’s feet stopped moving. “You have some friends here to see you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey there, Ray,” Frank said. He moved closer to the bed and took a seat next to Ray. Bob saw Ray give a weak smile. Frank then turned to him and gave him a nod telling him to take a seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob looked at Ray, his friend. He looked terrible and smelled awful. The whole place smelled disgusting. And the sounds of the men groaning and screaming from pain were stinging Bob’s ears. Fresh injured bodies were being rolled by. “Bob?” He couldn’t take it any more. Almost stumbling over his own feet Bob made his way quickly out of that place. He dashed out of the building and as soon as he was outside he collapsed to the ground panting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob closed his eyes. There was no way that this was happening. This was not how it was supposed to be. Memories flashed through Bob’s mind. It used to be happier. Now Bob was visiting his beaten up friend in the Army’s pathetic excuse for a hospital. When did it all change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; “I can’t believe that you are going to get your head shaved,” Gerard said with a mischievous grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Neither can I,” Mikey added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please let me say goodbye to it,” Frank said as he reached over to Ray a nuggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray just stood there with a grin on his face. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob leaned back on his knees and looked up at the sky. People passed by him but no one bothered to give him a second look. They had seen it all before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; “Who are you and where did Ray Toro go?” Gerard exclaimed causing all five of them to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t believe it’s really gone,” said Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You look like a totally different person,” Mikey added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Ray just smiled and shrugged it off. Then someone had the great idea to take a group picture to celebrate their shaved heads and joining the army. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob reached into his jacket and pulled out that picture. It was a little faded now from being passed around, and there was a little spot of blood on the back of it. Gerard had been the last one to hold on to the picture. It was peaceful out. He had taken the photo out and was smiling a sort of sad, bittersweet smile. He must have been thinking of Mikey again; his little brother who had fallen dead, shot in the head, just two weeks ago. All of a sudden a shot was heard. Gerard would not survive that attack. Bob closed his eyes and gripped the photo tightly. He could remember that day clearly. He remembered looking over and seeing Gerard’s lifeless bloody body on the ground. He remembered pulling apart Gerard’s fingers and taking the photo from his still warm fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the photo again Bob felt like he did not know who those people were. They felt like strangers. He could no longer recognize the carefree, happy boys in that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bob.” Frank kneeled down next to his friend. He took the photo from Bob’s hand and looked at it for a moment. “What are you doing out here?” He finally said after a moment of uncomfortable, familiar silence. “Ray needs you right now.” His voice was barely above a whisper. Frank grabbed Bob’s shoulder and squeezed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” Bob nodded. Together the two stood up and quietly walked back to the building. When the two of them were back inside they both took a seat next to Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ray,” Bob said as he gave the other man a pat on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray smiled. “Where’d you go man?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just went to get some fresh air,” Bob replied smiling back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray gave him a look before answering. “Sure.” Bob shrugged and looked away. “So, they say that I’ll be discharged soon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s great,” Frank said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Ray smiled. “Then I can go home and see my girl.” Bob and Frank shared a worried look. “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But… Ray,” Frank said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Before I left she kept begging me to marry her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ray…” Bob whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray looked over at him and smiled. “Yeah?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob opened his mouth but no words came out. He could not believe it. Did his friend really not remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She broke up with you,” Frank said softly. “Remember, Ray?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray looked over at Frank with a confused look on his face. “What are you talking about?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The letter,” Frank answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What letter?” Ray asked looking back and forth from Frank to Bob. “Oh, I know,” Ray chuckled. Bob couldn’t help but think that his laughter sounded a bit odd. “You guys are jealousy that I’m going to be married.” Bob looked over at Frank with a confused look on his face. “Don’t worry. We’ll still be friends. Nothing will change.” Ray reached over and patted Bob’s arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ray. She broke up with you,” Frank said slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray shook his head. “What the hell man?” Ray was angry now. “What are you saying?” He was screaming now. He was not making any sense. Ray tried to sit up all while screaming at Frank. Bob did not know what he was saying any more. It sounded almost hysterical to his ears. He could not believe that his friend was acting this way. This wasn’t Ray at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank was trying to get Ray to calm down and lay back down. Bob was faintly aware of someone, probably a nurse, coming over to help calm Ray down. Bob stood up from his chair. Frank was pushed to the side as another nurse came over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob was beginning to feel a little over whelmed by all of the chaos. He started to move backwards but accidentally tripped and landed on the end of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My leg!” Ray shouted. “Get off of my fucking leg Bob!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob looked down, and true to what he felt; there was nothing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My leg!” Ray kept shouting. “It hurts!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nurses guided Bob off of the bed as more nurses came to help. Bob saw one of the women holding a needle trying to find a place to inject it into Ray. Bob looked over at Frank. They both had the same disbelieving, terrified look in their eyes. What had happened to their friend? This was not what they had signed up for. This was not what they wanted. &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 18:25:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Danger Gang Archive</title>
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  <description>Old --&amp;gt; New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snow Scene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/54728.html&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG15/Angst/hiko x Waka/character death/Hiko cannot stop thinking about the accident.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 18:23:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Snow Scene</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Snow Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Danger Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Hiko/Waka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Waka, Hiko, or Danger Gang. I am also not making money from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Hiko cannot stop thinking about the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Warning! contains character death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s just a memory,” Hiko reminds herself. For a moment there it all felt so real. It is snowing outside. Hiko moves to the window. Her mind is racing with screeching car tires, screaming and blood, a contrast to the snowy pure scene outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Two years,” Hiko whispers to herself. It has been two whole years and yet, she still cannot move on. Looking out at the snow on a day like this, it makes Hiko feel as if she’s trapped in a snow globe and forced to live over that winter day again and again for the rest of her life. Hiko closes her eyes and rubs her bare shoulders with her hands. Sleep cannot save her, and closing her eyes does little to keep those memories away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;”Waka!” Hiko screamed. She ran pass the police tape and over to the young girl lying drenched in blood on the ground. A police officer walked over to her, but Hiko was too focused on the girl in front of her to care or realize what was going on around her. “Waka!” She shouted, but the other girl did not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiko reached over and touched Waka’s face. “Waka?” She felt something, “Blood,” she whispered as she pulled her hand back to look at the liquid on her fingers. “No,” Hiko said. “No! Waka!” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiko wiped the tears from her eyes. No matter what she did those memories would not leave her alone. She knew that it was not her fault. She knew that Waka would not want to see her like this. The other girl would want her to be happy. There was nothing that she could have done to stop the accident from happening. Still, that thought that she was to blame was always there in the back of her mind. She could not help but think, “Why did I let her go?”&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 02:06:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>10_fics: Chuck/Blair</title>
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&lt;td&gt;002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Light&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;003.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Angel&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;004.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Home&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;005.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;River&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;006.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vision&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Believe&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Share&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Trust&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Away&lt;/td&gt;
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 00:41:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Lights of a Christmas Tree</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The Lights of a Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot/drabble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Alice Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Shou/Hiroto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Christmas/Holiday Fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Alice Nine, this never happened, and I am not making money from his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Hiroto wants to see the big Christmas Tree in Tokyo and forces Shou to go with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hiroto!” Shou exclaimed, but the other man was not listening. “Slow down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hurry up, Shou,” Hiroto said as he took his boyfriend’s hand and pulled him through the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hiroto, what is the hurry? It’s only a tree,” Shou said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not just a tree,” Hiroto said. He tugged harder on Shou’s arm as they pushed through the crowd of people until they were standing in front of Tokyo’s Christmas tree. It was tall and covered in so many lights that it barely looked like a tree. A huge crowd of both young and old, families and couples were gathered around it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroto was staring up at the tree with delight in his eyes and a grin on his face. Shou glared at him before roughly pulling his arm out of Hiroto’s grasp. The other man did not even flinch. He was too engrossed in the Christmas tree. Shou looked up at the tree. He had to admit that it was beautiful and… bright. Then he looked over at Hiroto. Shou could not help but chuckle a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroto heard him and turned to look at Shou. “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing,” Shou answered. “So why is it so important that we see the tree tonight?” Shou asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroto smiled. “I used to dream about coming here every Christmas when I was a child,” Hiroto said. “Of course, my parents always said no.” Hiroto chuckled. “One time I even threw a fit because they would not take me. I think I was five at the time. My father got so angry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou smiled. “Well, you can be difficult to deal with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” Hiroto exclaimed causing Shou to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But…” Shou moved closer to his boyfriend and took the other’s hand. “I still love you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroto felt a shiver run up his spin when Shou said those three words to him. Shou was grinning at him. Hiroto smiled back before leaning in closer and placing a gentle kiss on Shou’s lips. “Love you too,” he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou squeezed Hiroto’s hand. “Are you happy that you got to see your tree?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very happy,” Hiroto answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” Shou said. “Then let’s go home, and I will make us some hot tea.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiroto nodded. “Sounds good to me.”&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 23:13:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sailor Moon PGSM Archive (english)</title>
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  <description>Old --&amp;gt; New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ribbon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/53408.html&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G/Humor/Motoki/Motoki buys his friend a ribbon but his friend is not too happy about it. Motoki feels under appreciated.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 23:10:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ribbon</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Ribbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; drabble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Sailor Moon (PGSM/live action)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Motoki Furuhata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Sailor Moon and I am not making money from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Motoki buys his friend a ribbon but his friend is not too happy about it. Motoki feels under appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t give me that look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It looks good on you. Don’t you agree?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine then. If you are going to be that way then I will never give you a Christmas present again. I thought that I would do something nice for you, make you look nice for her, but if you do not appreciate it then forget it. You will never get another present from me. Never!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t give me that look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. I can’t stay mad at you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. The ribbon looks good on you. I am not taking it off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! Get back here. I am talking to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am never giving that turtle another present again. You hear me Kamekichi? Never!”&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 00:25:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The River</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; The River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Sailor Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Nephrite x Lethe x Mnemosyne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; angst, with a little fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Sailor Moon and I am not making money from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Mnemosyne is sick. She knows that she does not have much time left and before she dies she wants to visit the place where she was born and grew up at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; written for times_for_three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was born by the river and I’m going to die by the river.” Her words were so strong and brave that the usually soft-spoken girl took both Nephrite and Lethe back by surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mnemosyne,” Lethe whispered as she brushed a loose strain of hair from her sister’s face and tucked it behind her ear. Both sisters looked over towards Nephrite with a sort of sadness and longing in their eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed. There was nothing he could do. They both wanted to go back to the river. He agreed to their wish but in reality he felt very uneasy about the whole situation. He would rather that Mnemosyne stay in the country and receive the kind of medical care that she needed. But after all of these years together he knew the two girls and he knew that there was no way that he could convince her to stay, and even if he did he knew that he would regret it every time he would see that sadness in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river was very important to the girls. When they were born they were born into a world of war and violence, but through it all they learned to hold on to each other. They were born by the river and grew up by the river. It gave them life and joy. It brought them food and gave them a place to play like children should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was why all three of them had found themselves back to Lethe and Mnemosyne’s hometown. The two girls stood on the edge of the banks, Nephrite standing farther back behind them, and looked out, over the river and across the straight deserted land. They held each other close as they looked at the damage. It was completely destroyed, only the river, and a few plants remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on,” Mnemosyne giggled suddenly. She took her sister’s hand and pulled her forward, leading her into the river. “I want to go swimming.” Mnemosyne stepped into the calm river and started to splash around. “Come on, Lethe!” She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lethe, having gotten over her confusion finally realized what her sister was getting at. They used to do this all the time when they were children. Whenever they were feeling bad or overwhelmed they would jump in the river together and swim. Lethe laughed as she remembered their childhood and splashed her twin sister with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mnemosyne!” Nephrite called out in a panic. “What are you doing?” He rushed towards the river worried about the pink haired girl in her current medical state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry Nephrite honey,” Mnemosyne said with a smile. “I feel fine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But remember what the doctor said!” Nephrite exclaimed. “Even if you are feeling fine it can strike at any moment.” Mnemosyne and Lethe did not bother to listen to him however as they continued to splash around and chase each other as if they were young girls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Join us Nephrite,” Mnemosyne said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah!” Lethe agreed. “The water’s fine and surprisingly warm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mnemosyne, please get out of the water,” Nephrite said, but the younger girl just shook her head. She looked over to her twin, and the two shared a knowing look. Then they both started to walk closer to the man. “Oh, no,” Nephrite sighed. He knew that look. He knew those devilish grins and that hint of mischief in their eyes. They were up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without warning, the two girls moved fast and pulled him into the river. Nephrite fell forward making a large splash and landing flat on his face underwater. When he came up the first thing that he noticed was the sound of giggling and the two girls standing next to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Funny,” Lethe said. “I remember the river being a lot deeper when we were younger.” Despite all of his worries, and being soaking wet from head to toe, Nephrite could not stay made at the two. He did love them and in the end if they were happy then he was happy. &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 21:16:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Kingdom Hearts Archive (english)</title>
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  <description>Old --&amp;gt; New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breaking and Falling Apart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://server3.kproxy.com/servlet/redirect.srv/sruj/sukydhcyumae/szqdmu-scjpzb/p1/52034.html&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG-15/Angst, AU/Namine x ?/Character Death/He made a promise to be there with her at the end, but when it came to the end he was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Become A Shooting Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://server3.kproxy.com/servlet/redirect.srv/sruj/sukydhcyumae/szqdmu-scjpzb/p1/52350.html&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G/Fluff, AU/Namine/Namine wants to become a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Moment That Last Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://server3.kproxy.com/servlet/redirect.srv/sruj/sukydhcyumae/szqdmu-scjpzb/p1/58612.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC-17/Angst, Smut/Axel x Kairi/A moment between Axel and Kairi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Comfort of Darkness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG-15/Fluff/Axel x Kairi/Kairi is having a nightmare about that darkness and Axel comes to comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot;&gt;one shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PG/Angst/Axel x Larxene/Larxene doesn&apos;t know why Axel&apos;s words had hurt her so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 21:10:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>To Become A Shooting Star</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; To Become A Shooting Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vulgar_vogue&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vulgar-vogue.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vulgar_vogue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; one shot drabble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Kingdom Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Namine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; AU, Fluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer/Claimer:&lt;/b&gt; I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Namine. This is pure fiction and I am not making money from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Namine wants to become a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namine pumped her legs harder. She had to swing higher. She had to reach the sky. That was where all of the shooting stars where. She moved her legs back and forth as fast and as hard as her little five-year-old body was able to do, and each time she felt herself moving closer towards the sky, towards her destiny of becoming a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Namine’s dream to turn into a shooting star and she was not going to stop until she did. Her mind was set on that one goal and that one goal only. She did not even hear her mother telling her to slow down. Namine was going to make it. She could feel it. A huge grin spread over her face as she closed her eyes and in that moment she felt it. Her body became a shooting star and she was flying through the sky, over the mountains, through the clouds, and over the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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