Ariane

On another Quiz trip. :p

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 01:27:26 GMT

Who's Your DNAngel Boyfriend?

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New Layout!!!^^

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 19:23:56 GMT

Isn't it gorgeous!
Simple but very nice!
I only changed the header image, because I love those three cuties!^^ They're, from left to right, Allen Walker - Kanda Yuu - Lavi from D.Gray-man.
I have no idea where those images came from, I found them randomly on the internet and they were so adorable I had to keep them.^^
The rest of the layout is still intact from how I got it off of appleleaf.

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 00:40:45 GMT

Your Element Is Air

You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.
And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.

Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.
You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.

You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.
With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!

What's Your Element?

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 00:33:59 GMT

Having another "quizzy" day...

You Are A Blue Girl

Relationships and feelings are the most important things to you.
You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict.
If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well.
You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.

What Color Girl Are You?

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 17:56:04 GMT

Your Birth Month is October

You are a natural leader who is able to stand up when no one else can.
Strong and powerful, you tend to overshadow those around you.

Your soul reflects: Gratitude, comfort, and true love

Your gemstone: Tourmaline

Your flower: Cosmos

Your colors: White and yellow

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

Rebellion's Silver - Chapter 5

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 16:41:08 GMT

It’s been a week since that evening in the kitchen and ever since then Ryan and Shane were hardly ever seen apart. After dinner that evening they had talked and had decided that they both wanted a relationship. But because this was all still too new to him, Shane had shyly requested that they do this slowly. Ryan had agreed, though somewhat disappointed. And during that last week Shane had moved his belongings into Ryan’s room, had become more used to Ryan’s very physical attention and had become an advisor to the Rebellion.

‘I never thought something like this could ever happen to me. I mean, I’m an orphan. A shy and hardly noticeable one at that. How could a brave, outgoing, beautiful man like Ryan possibly be attracted to me?’ Shane thought worriedly, lying awake in the bed he now shared with Ryan.

“Are you thinking stupid thoughts about how inadequate you think you are again?” Ryan asked from beside him.

Shane turned to him perplexed and a little apprehensive. “What do you mean?”

Ryan shifted on to his side and reached out to trace Shane’s lower lip with his thumb. “You always chew on your bottom lip when you’re thinking about something that unsettles you and you get this worried look in your eyes when you think you’re not good enough at something.” He sighed. “So, what is it you’re worried about?”

“I…um…nothing. Nothing. Just forget about it.”

Ryan stared at him intensely as Shane blushed and turned his face away from him.

Then, Ryan grinned and moved his naked body over Shane’s, slowly rubbing their hips against each other.

Shane gulped. He knew what this meant.

“I guess I’ll just have to make you tell me”, Ryan whispered into his ear seductively, lightly nibbling on it.

Shane whimpered as Ryan trailed his hand down Shane’s chest, toying with his nipples for a bit before his fingers lightly skimmed lower over Shane’s skin to grasp his erection. Shane gasped at the feel of those long, warm fingers slowly stroking him. His mind was starting to feel fuzzy and he knew from his past experiences with Ryan that this would soon be followed by complete incoherence.

Ryan asked him again. “What were you thinking of?”

Shane was struggling to comprehend the question and when it finally clicked he managed to moan out, “I…don’t…want to…ah…talk. Just…don’t stop!”

At that Ryan smirked, he removed his hand from where it had been pleasuring Shane’s arousal, and he levered himself up so that his body was now no longer in contact with Shane’s, but still close enough to feel each other’s body heat.

Shane whined at the loss and attempted to arch against Ryan’s body, but Ryan just shifted further away and he placed one hand on Shane’s hip to pin him to the bed.

“I want an answer”, Ryan grinned but then added more seriously, “I can’t help you unless you tell me. I know I could make your worries disappear if you just tell me what the matter is.”

At this Shane looked up and he started to focus more on Ryan’s words. He stopped trying to squirm out from under Ryan’s hand, and he was just about to say something when Ryan started speaking again.

“After all,…what kind of lover would I be if I didn’t try everything within my power to make you feel better?”

Shane noted the playful way Ryan said this, but he thought he also detected a more serious undertone in Ryan’s voice.

“Lover? …Do you love me?” Shane asked, needing to know the answer, yet dreading it. ‘I’m such an idiot! I’m scared spitless of his answer,’ Shane thought,’ but I know I love him. What if he doesn’t love me back? Oh, I shouldn’t have asked. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t hear me?!’ He turned to Ryan hopefully. ‘Drat him! He’s wide awake and staring at me. This is just my luck!’

“You know, you don’t have to an-”

“Yes. I do love you”, was Ryan’s soft but earnest reply.

Now it was Shane’s turn to stare. “…Really?” he asked suspiciously.

Ryan laughed. “Yes, really. How could I not?”

Shane still stared suspiciously at him for a couple of minutes, then when he smiled, Ryan was floored at how beautiful it was. “I love you too!” Shane launched himself at Ryan, kissing and hugging him, laughing the entire time. ‘He loves me! He really loves me!’

Finally settling down, quietly laying there in each other’s arms, they enjoyed this moment. Then Ryan reached out and slowly stroked his way from Shane’s chest, down his stomach, over his abdomen, to once again gently grasp him and stroke his hardening erection. Shane moaned and arched beneath him, pressing his mouth against Ryan’s. Very gently and very slowly they stroked and kissed each other. Never before had they been like this Never before had they savored this experience and each other so gently.

Usually it was hard, fast and rough. Passion let loose in one instant. A craving for the other person so intense that they couldn’t hold back. Now Ryan treated Shane as if he was made of spun glass and Shane wanted to show Ryan precisely how much he cared for him.

Ryan nudged his knee in between Shane’s thighs, spreading them apart so he could rest fully between them and lie completely atop him. Never once breaking there kiss or pausing in his ministrations. He then lowered his head, nibbling along Shane’s jaw, moving continuously downward to suck, kiss and nibble on his neck. Shane’s gasp evolved into a soft moan as Ryan continued to pleasure him.

Shane vaguely noticed that Ryan’s free hand had reached out to the night table, fumbling to open the drawer. When he finally realized why Ryan was doing this, he moved his hand down to cup Ryan’s face, interrupting him from where he was teasing Shane’s nipples.

“Ryan…”, Shane called softly.

Ryan finally looked up. Seeing Shane’s beautiful flushed yet serious face, he paused. “What is it love?” he asked, siding up so that they were perfectly aligned and facing each other.

“Not yet”, Shane whispered, gently stroking Ryan’s face. “We have to get up soon and I-… I don’t want this to be rushed”, he explained.

Ryan sighed. He really didn’t want Shane to be right, but he knew that he was. It was an unfortunate habit of his. Then he had an idea.

“Tonight I propose that after the Rebellion’s meeting, we’ll go home, spend a wonderful night all alone and then retire to bed and continue where we left off today. We’ll have all the time in the world to do this properly then.” Ryan smirked, seductively moving his hips against Shane’s. “I’ll have a surprise ready for you as well.”

Shane retaliated by sucking on the sensitive area at the juncture of Ryan’s neck and shoulder. Ryan groaned in pleasure. Shane smiled.

“Tonight then. And I can’t wait for the surprise!”

~*~*~*~

“Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m late.”

Shane hurried down the dark, narrow side-street. He was supposed to have been at the tavern, where tonight’s Rebellion meeting was to be held at , several hours ago.

He had been kept after work tutoring one of the rich people’s snotty children, because the child had decided it wanted to play with him. The child’s father had forced him to stay. At least he got paid very well for the inconvenience, though initially he had wanted to refuse the money. Instead he had evilly decided that this money would be of excellent use to the Rebellion. He loved the irony of the nobility paying for the ones trying to destroy this case system.

But now, because of that incident, he was incredibly late. ‘I hope they won’t be mad at me’, he thought worriedly.

Upon seeing the light from the tavern he quickened his pace. He rushed through the door an apology ready on his lips when he noticed that nobody was there. At least…nobody from the Rebellion. The place was filled with the Emperor’s Guards. One of whom he recognized as Kyle, a Guard who had tried to rape him in a dead-end alley when he first arrived in the city. He was also one of the Guards that Ryan had beat up to help Shane get away.

‘Not good!’ Shane quickly tried to leave without getting noticed, but unfortunately that was not to be.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my little darling with the dual colored eyes. Now, what would you be doing here…I wonder?” Kyle grinned evilly, licking his lips as he looked Shane up and down. Shane’s fear from that time came back and he tried to flee. There was only one thought in his head, and that was to run. To run as far away as he could from this man.

He turned and dashed for the door, his heart beating fiercely in his chest, only to be blocked by a solid mass of flesh and steel. “Awww…You aren’t trying to leave again are you? Tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s not very polite, as we came all the way here to arrest you for being involved in the Rebellion. It’s just bad manners.”

Shane recoiled in fear as he felt Kyle’s breath hot against the back of his neck. “I-involved? I have n-nothing to do with the Rebellion!” He was proud of himself for only stuttering a couple of times.

Kyle laughed. “Even if you’ve nothing to do with the Rebellion it doesn’t matter. I saw you with Silver and you are here, where the Rebellion was holding a meeting not too long ago. So you see my little darling, we have a reason to arrest you.” He reached out to turn Shane around. Now facing him, he stroked Shane’s cheek then cupped his chin in his hand to bring their faces closer. “I’ll get a reward for you for sure. The Emperor loves exotic and beautiful things, though it’s a shame I won’t be able to have you. But I think the reward will more than make up for that.”

He released Shane, but not before he licked his cheek. Shane reared back in disgust and tried to bring his hand up to wipe his cheek, but that proved to be impossible as the Guard behind him had tied his hands together behind his back. ‘I didn’t even notice’, he thought shocked.

Being led to the palace, surrounded by Guards, and occasionally being touched by Kyle or another Guard, he felt sick. He was worried about Ryan, he wanted to run, he wanted to scream. He wanted all of this to just be a nightmare.

But he knew that this was only the beginning.

Rebellion's Silver - Chapter 4

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 16:12:06 GMT

‘But sometimes people call me Silver. I couldn’t believe he had just told me that. He barely knew me, yet he still told me that he was the leader of the Rebellion. It’s been a week and I still can’t believe it.’ Shane reflected while dusting the bookcase in the conference room in the basement. As soon as he had found out who Ryan was he had been surprised, but not as surprised as he probably should have been. After all, he was a bright man. A scholar recognized by the greatest University in Aira. But what he could not figure out was Ryan’s behavior of late. Whenever he handed Ryan something, like a glass, then he would leave his hand over Shane’s a little longer than was necessary. Whenever Shane set down their meals, Ryan would give him a quick kiss on the cheek when he bent down and he constantly caught Ryan staring at him in a strange way that he could not explain. It was unnerving at times and he found himself blushing a lot, but it didn’t really bother him. Ryan was probably just the type o person that expressed his gratitude that way.

“I’m not really sure what our next move should be.”

“Yeah. And we have no real idea of how many people actually read our declarations. Hey, Ryan? What do you think?”

Shane turned to watch Ryan. He was sitting at the conference table with other leading members of the Rebellion. The Rebellion was mainly composed of the average townsfolk, which meant it consisted of the poor and the ones who had to encounter the royal guards on a regular basis. Shane had found out that Ryan was the leader because he was the most educated and charismatic. And according to rumors, he was also the one who had started the Rebellion movement

The silence stretched on so long that Shane couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Umm…If I could make a suggestion?”

“Yes of course. Go ahead.”

“I would just like to say that there are people who read your declarations. But those people are scholars like me. They’re better educated than most and therefore understand the declarations better. They’re the ones that are most liable to question the current state of affairs.”

Everybody just stared at Shane. He was starting to get nervous when Ryan spoke up. “Go on. What else do you think we should do?” Shane started playing with a strand of his long hair. It was a nervous habit of his. ‘Ryan has never looked at me quite this seriously before. It’s kind of unsettling.’ Nevertheless, he continued, “Well, I suppose you could continue to distribute the declarations. They were the only things I read from the newspaper when I first arrived. But I think you could distribute more written material to places like the University. In town you’ll have to spread your ideas by word of mouth though, because that goes a lot faster. You should talk to someone in a tavern first, possibly someone who is slightly inebriated and who is a known gossip. They’ll surely spread the word. That way most of the townspeople will know about it by the end of the day… Many people in the city already hate the royal guards and the Emperor. You just have to inform them of what your ideas are.”

Again there was silence. Then everybody started talking at once, saying how this was a brilliant idea and how they should go about doing it. Shane was startled by the sudden outburst and by Ryan who suddenly got up and walked towards him with a smile on his face. Once he stopped in front of Shane, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Shane’s waist, lifting him up and swinging him around. “Aren’t you a smart one! How would you like to become a part of the Rebellion?” he asked. “You could be our strategist or something of the sort.”

“…I would like that,” was Shane’s quiet answer.

~*~*~*~

Some time later, Shane was standing in the kitchen, wondering what he should make for dinner. He decided on a simple meal of meat and potatoes. He had just put the potatoes in the pot of water on the stove when Ryan walked in. “Oh, hi Ryan. Dinner isn’t ready yet. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“That’s not what I’m here for,” he retorted. “I wanted to commend you on your participation during the conference again today. Your comments made a lot of sense.”

“Thanks.” Shane blushed. “But that’s really not necessary.”

“Yeah it is. Tell me…are you happy here?”

“Of course I am! I’ve never had it so well. This is a nice house, in a nice neighborhood and you’ve been nothing but kind to me! I’m really happy here,” he answered vehemently.

“Do you like me?” Ryan suddenly asked.

“…Yeah, I like you,” Shane said, somewhat thrown off.

Frustrated, Ryan explained through clenched teeth, “No! I mean do you like me! Come on, you must have noticed my behavior! Ever since you came to live here, I haven’t exactly been very subtle about my feelings for you!” And in a quieter voice he added, “Since subtlety wouldn’t register with you, anyway.”

Shane still didn’t quite seem to understand what Ryan meant. “…I don’t know. How can you tell if you like somebody?”

Ryan grinned at that in quite possibly the wickedest manner that Shane had ever seen. He clearly had an idea. “I’ll show you.”

He leaned forward and touched his lips to Shane’s in a soft, innocent kiss. He applied little pressure, wanting Shane to get used to it. Shane was startled, but he didn’t back away, clearly enjoying the warmth that radiated from Ryan. Ryan pulled back a little to stare into Shane’s eyes. “Did you like that?” he asked softly, noticing the shorter man’s quickened breath and the heightened flush on his cheeks. “…Yes. I did.” He responded breathily.

At this point Ryan’s smile grew even larger before he again wrapped his arms around Shane’s waist, molding their lower bodies together. He leaned down and once again captured Shane’s lips, this time in a more heated kiss. Shane gave a low, needy moan as he tried to get closer to Ryan, his fingers curling into the fabric of Ryan’s shirt. Hearing that sound from Shane made Ryan slide his tongue along the seam of Shane’s lips, willing them to part. With a gasp, they did. And Ryan too k full advantage of that, plundering the other’s mouth. He explored every part of it before pulling back to nip and suck on his bottom lip. Then he moved back to tangle his tongue with Shane’s in a battle for domination. Which Ryan won of course, as Shane was yet very inexperienced with this sort of thing.

Pushing Shane against the edge of the counter, Ryan lifted him up on to the counter-top. With a growl he pressed their hips together, rubbing their arousals together in a desperate need for relief. Wanting to taste more, Ryan released Shane’s mouth, but pressed his hot lips against Shane’s neck.

Shane couldn’t stop those enticing sounds of pleasure from escaping his lips. Gasping, moaning, sighing and mewling in need of everything Ryan could give him…and more. He moved his hands down from their position against Ryan’s shirt to tug it off. Once it was discarded, Ryan quickly did the same with Shane’s shirt. But that didn’t keep Shane from running his hands all over the smooth exposed skin. He explored the hard, defined muscles underneath the warm skin, marveling at how Ryan could be so defined without being bulky. “Ahh…nnn. Ryan!” he moaned when Ryan moved down to toy with one of his nipples, tangling his fingers with Ryan’s hair and clutching at the back of his head. ‘It feels…so good. I…never knew…this could…feel so good.’ He thought, barely able to stay coherent.

Ryan sucked and bit at the hard nub, making Shane pant harder and faster. But Ryan managed to make Shane scream his name in pure ecstasy as he lowered his hand to rub against his hard arousal. Shane felt so good writhing against him, the sounds that spilled from those red, kiss-swollen lips only making him harder and making it even harder to stop. Not that he wanted to. Just then, Shane pulled Ryan up roughly pressing his lips hard against Ryan’s, kissing him passionately and with wild abandon. He only wanted to feel more. He knew there was more, but he wasn’t sure exactly what. But he also knew that Ryan had a good idea of what ‘more’ was and that he would give it to him. He wanted it so badly.

Trailing his hand across Shane’s crotch Ryan started to undo the buttons on his pants and slide his hand into them to wrap around Shane, when there was suddenly a loud, angry hissing and bubbling noise from next to them. It could have easily have been ignored, if the scalding hot water had not spilled over and made its way over to the spot on the counter which they currently occupied.

The sex-induced fog instantly lifted off both of them. Shane cursed because of the ruined potatoes and the mess; and Ryan cursed about the ill-timing and unfinished business.

“I guess that means we’ll have to eat leftovers with the meat,” Shane stated dryly.

Rebellion's Silver - Chapter 3

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 15:58:27 GMT

“Just what I would expect from the royal guard. Preying on innocent civilians. I suggest you let him go now, as it would really hurt you if you don’t.”

“What do you think you’re doing, you little shit?!” The instant they released him Shane sagged to the ground, his legs having turned into the equivalent of jelly in relief. He heard shouting from his spot on the ground, loud scuffling and derisive laughter. But he never actually saw them fight. He was too numb, nothing registered in his brain except for the fact that the two guards were no longer touching him.

Just then, a shadow fell across his huddled form and he jerked back in fear, the back of his head colliding with the wall. ‘The stranger didn’t make it. I should have known that a normal person couldn’t stand up against royal guards’, he thought miserably. ‘The poor man. He was just trying to help.’

After a while nothing happened and silence started to penetrate his fear induced mind. Shane dared to look up. He stared as he saw the tall, lean man with longish black hair that flopped into his familiar silver eyes. A small, silver hoop earring gleamed and blinked I the dying sunlight. He was gorgeous. Suddenly something else registered in Shane’s mind. He couldn’t believe it. ‘The stranger…won the fight?!’ Quickly he glanced behind him and sure enough, the two guards now lay bruised, bleeding and obviously beaten on the ground a small distance away. He was startled out of his disbelief by a low, melodious voice. It was like smoke and creamy chocolate. “You don’t appear to have been injured too badly. Just frightened. You don’t have to worry anymore. They won’t be getting up for a while”, he said with satisfaction.

Shane looked up at the man again. Everything about him seemed to be hard and strong, but his voice was soft and his eyes revealed a slight bit of sympathy for Shane’s misfortune. ‘Those eyes…They look so familiar. Silver. Why does this ring a bell?’ Shane thought in frustration, unable to come up with the link.

Suddenly the man turned around and started walking away. “Wait!” Shane shouted hoarsely. Scrabbling to get up. “Wait! Don’t go!” The stranger hesitated. “Please”, Shane said quietly, trembling as he supported himself against the wall with one hand and clutched his torn shirt together with his free hand. “Please. You helped me. You saved me from what those two were about to do to me! I need to repay you for what you’ve done. I’ll do anything to show you my gratitude! I don’t have much, but I can offer you my services. I can teach, clean, cook,…anything you want. I just need to find a place to stay and then I can do whatever you want!” he whispered desperately. He didn’t want the man to go. He had saved him. In this whole mess of a day, this stranger was the only one that made him feel safe.

“You need to find a place to stay?”, the stranger suddenly asked.

“Uh, yes. Yes. I was kicked out of the inn I was meant to stay at because of a major mistake on the innkeeper’s part.” Shane answered, his anger rising again at the thought of that nasty old man.

“You said you can cook and clean.” The man turned around and looked at Shane with growing interest now. The gleam was visible in his smoky eyes.

Shane just looked puzzled. “Yes, I said that. But I need to find a place first before I can help you.”

“That won’t be a problem.” the man suddenly stated in a business-like manner. “You said you would do anything?”

“Yes.” Shane said unhesitatingly.

“Then everything is perfect. I need a new housekeeper, the old one quit when she came across some ‘business’ matters that she did not agree with. She was strange anyway.” the man explained. Shane could only stare. “As my new housekeeper you will of course stay in my home. So that takes care of your repayment to me and your housing worries.”

There was a long pause. Shane was still trying to process what had happened to him while this stranger waited for his response.

“Is there anything you would otherwise like to know?” the stranger inquired.

“Um,…I suppose so.” Shane responded hesitantly. “Do I get my own room?”

“Yes, of course.”

“What about food?”

“You, as the housekeeper of course, will be buying the food and making it. I will give you the money to pay for it and you will eat at the table with me and in some cases with my comrades.”

“Can I still go to the University for lectures?”

“Of course you can! Education is very important.”

Shane hadn’t noticed that during the time that they had been talking that this stranger had picked up his belongings and had started to walk through the city. Nor the fact that he had automatically followed him. That’s why he was surprised when he found himself standing in front of a medium sized house. It was nothing special from the outside. It looked just like the other houses did. But on the inside, now that was different matter. It looked larger on the inside with the high ceilings and it was beautifully furnished, in shades of green, blue and silver. He was stunned to say the least.

“So. Do you think you could work here?” the man asked. He had been watching Shane carefully ever since they had entered the house. Shane couldn’t tell what that gleam was in the stranger’s eyes. But it didn’t bother him. He liked the attention the taller man was giving him. He blushed at that thought.

“Yes, I definitely could.” he answered softly, avoiding the man’s gaze now. Then a question struck him.

“Um, excuse me. But we haven’t introduced ourselves yet. My name is Shane. Don’t ask about a last name, I don’t have one.” he said.

“Why don’t you have one?” the stranger asked curiously.

“I’m an orphan. I was found as a baby in an alleyway. I was named after the man who found me and dropped me off.”

“Oh. That would explain it.”

“Yes, it would.” Shane laughed. “So what is your name?”

At this, the man looked at him seriously. He was silent for so long that Shane started believing he wouldn’t answer. He was about to apologize when the man spoke.

“My name is Ryan Hunter…But sometimes people call me Silver.”

Rebellion's Silver - Chapter 2

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 15:53:25 GMT

Here's Chapter 2.^^

“Newspapers! Newspapers! Come and get your newspaper!”

Shane eagerly headed towards the young paperboy and handed him two bronze coins in exchange for the newspaper. Leafing through it he searched for a single sheet of paper that he knew had to be in there somewhere. “Yes!” he whispered. ‘I’ve been looking forward to this.’

Ever since Shane had first read that little declaration by the Rebellion three days ago he had been fascinated by it. At the orphanage he had always been taught that the Emperor was the only law, that he was the only one who knew what was good for his people. In his hometown there had never been anyone to actually oppose this and if there had been, they would have been locked up as a traitor in the prison dungeons. Depending on what they had said or done they might have been let out again. Though if it had been bad enough or a repeat offence, then it wouldn’t be very likely that they survived for long. Despite that, Shane couldn’t help but feel that the Rebellion was right. ‘I have heard awful rumours about the Emperor. And his guards get away with murder in this city. I have yet to meet an honest person that has anything good to say about them. Silver appears to be very popular though. And he or she is also very convincing.’

“Hey Shane! How are you?” Shane, roused out of his musings, turned towards where he thought he had heard the voice come from behind him. He spotted an elderly woman, dressed in a simple brown cotton skirt and a white cotton blouse, waving at him. She was Mrs. Roane and a regular customer at the tavern that he worked in part-time. “You’re not working today?”

“Good day, Mrs. Roane. I’m fine, thank you. And I was not needed at the tavern today, so I have a day off,” he laughed.

“That’s good for you, but think of the many women…and men that will certainly miss your presence,” she grinned. “It’s been a while since this area has seen anybody even half as pretty as you.” Shane blushed, staining his cheeks pink.

“That’s not true,” he said flustered. “After all,” he suddenly said, smiling, “there are none more gorgeous than yourself ma’am!”

She laughed. “That is another thing that we love you for- the flattery! So…where were you headed?”

“Oh, first I’ll head back to my room. I need to change, as I just came from my other job as a tutor. The child decided he wanted to paint…on me”, he said laughingly. “Then I intend to head towards the University’s library. I need a new book to read, I finished the other one last night.”

“Then I won’t keep you anymore. I hope I’ll see you again soon though.”

“I should be back tomorrow,” he said with a smile. ‘It’s nice to know you’re appreciated.’

They said their goodbyes and each went off in their own direction.

~*~*~*~

“What do you mean you’re throwing me out?! I haven’t done anything to deserve this!” ‘I can’t believe this is happening. One minute I’m heading up to my room and the next thing I know is that the old owner has thrown my stuff out the window and has in no uncertain terms told me that I am no longer welcome. What the hell is up with that?!’

“Ya heard me right. Anybody who’s a part of the Rebellion or is interested in them ain’t worth keepin’ in a respectable, loyal inn such as this.’ the old innkeeper spat.

“What are you talking about?!” ‘Respectable, my ass. And how would this git know that I’m interested in the Rebellion. Unless…’

Holding up a piece of paper between his index finger and thumb as if it were something he’d found in the city’s sewage system the old innkeeper sneered, “I found this on your desk. Now why would someone keep this filth in their room unless they weren’t loyal to the Emperor?”

Shane gaped at the old man. “You were in my room, rummaging through my belongings without my permission?! That’s…despicable!” He was so angry he was shaking. ‘How underhanded! He invaded my privacy! That’s the sort of thing you just don’t do!’

“It’s a good thing I did. Ya never know just what kind of people come under your roof.”, the innkeeper said shaking his head. “You have to leave. I won’t tolerate people such as yourself here.”

“I have no problem with leaving! I wouldn’t want to stay in this dump with someone like you anyway! Who would?!” By this time Shane had gathered up his meagre possessions and stormed off before he could hear the old man’s retort.

~*~*~*~

After hours of wandering the streets in anger, never paying attention to where he was going it was inevitable that when Shane finally calmed down enough to notice his surroundings he realized he was lost. He found himself in a dead end, some random alleyway that was by the looks of it located in the shadier part of the city. Growling in frustration Shane tried to turn around and find his way out of there. But his exit was blocked. Blocked by two large men. ‘What now?’ he thought in frustration and with a growing sense of dread. He had noticed the royal guards’ uniform. White silk pants were tucked into black leather boots that went up mid-calf and a tight-knit, gold-plated, chain mesh tunic hung down to their knees, a black belt with a gold clasp was looped around their waist. That was where they kept their large, curved, sharp swords. Shane started to get nervous.

“Well, will you look at that pretty little thing Kyle. And so alone.” one of the guards said with a leer and a slight slur. They were drunk.

“Yeah. Maybe we should keep the poor darling company? What do you think Max?” the one called Kyle responded with a leer to match Max.

“I think that’s an excellent idea-Hey! Where do you think you’re going, my beauty?” Max said catching Shane around the waist as he tried to dart past the intoxicated guards. ‘Apparently no such luck.’, Shane thought with more than a little bit of panic. He was suddenly shoved up against a wall and pinned against it by the heavy solid bodies of the two guards. “Look at that Max. The little darling has two different coloured eyes.”

“Why that he does. One blue and one green. How interesting.”

“Please, let me go. I just want to leave. Please. Leave me alone”, Shane whimpered. He had heard tales from some of the children from when he had still been at the orphanage, tales about men that accost you in dark secluded alleyways, rape you and leave you there. Back then he had considered them stories told by the older children to scare the younger ones away from their smoking and hiding places. Now, those tales came back to him with a vividness induced by fear of his current situation. He was scared out of his mind.

“No, I think not my darling”, Kyle said moving his body against Shane as he leaned in to speak against Shane’s ear. “I rather like having you here.” Just then Shane yelped as Max tore open Shane’s tunic in his impatience to taste more flesh. Then his head was pulled back roughly as Kyle had managed to undo the hair tie and had fisted his hand in Shane’s long mane of dark-brown hair, jerking his hand back to expose his throat to his mouth.

Shane had never been so scared before. He felt their hands run all over his body, their hard-ons dig into his hip and thigh, their mouths feasting upon his body. They treated him as if they owned his body and in that instance…they did. He couldn’t get himself to move, his body wouldn’t listen to him. The only thing keeping him upright were the two men pinning him against the wall. Hot tears of fear and anger, directed at the men for doing this to him and at himself for not being able to do anything about it, threatened to spill over. That was the one thing he told himself he would not let happen- he refused to give them the satisfaction.

That resolution was put to hard test as he was suddenly wrenched forwards off the wall by one of the men. He couldn’t tell who was who anymore. When he felt a hard body pressed up against his behind he instantly started to struggle. ‘No, don’t do this to me! Please! I don’t want to! Leave me alone!’ He could not for the life of him get his voice to say the words he was desperately thinking. He shut his eyes tight, praying for something, anything to stop this. ‘Please!’

“Just what I would expect from the royal guard. Preying on innocent civilians. I suggest you let him go now, as it would really hurt you if you don’t.”

Okay, okay, I get it beth!^^

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 15:46:22 GMT

So I'm supposed to post something? Anything?
Well, since I'm too lazy to think of something witty...or even coherent, how about I just randomly start posting the chapters to my stories, hm?
I'll start with the one that's actually complete. *shock*

Rebellion's Silver (18+)
A/N: This is original slash, if you don't like, DON'T READ! If you like, please continue and constructive criticism is welcome.

“Wow! This place is huge.”

Shane looked around with excitement. After three painful days of travel in the most uncomfortable coach he had ever had the misfortune to ride in, he was ecstatic to finally have arrived at his destination. The capital city of Aira.

It was a beautiful city, full of vibrant colors and exotic smells. Merchants wearing long multicolored robes were calling out to the pedestrians, each proclaiming their wares to be the best in all of Aira; street-performers were drawing crowds around them, impressing them with their unusual skills; farmers were passing through the narrow, cobble-stone streets with their animals in tow and just hundreds of other people were milling about, each with their own agenda of today’s activities in mind. This was a city bustling with life and energy, heightened by the old, tall buildings that were crowded together, casting long shadows by the afternoon sun. Clotheslines could be seen, strung from one window to the other, various colored shirts and pants hanging like banners from them. Women hung out over their windows, shaking out their blankets and pillows, conversing with one another, while the men were either off at work or in one of the gambling halls that could be seen every now and then, tucked around a corner on one of the shadier looking streets. It was fast-paced in a way that made one want to be a part of these dynamics.

Realizing he had been rooted to the spot, gawking, Shane quickly pulled his bags from the top of the coach, paid the coach-driver and tried to find the address of the inn he had been given a while ago, informing him of his new residence.

‘I can’t believe I’ll finally be able to study at the Emperor’s University for Higher Academics. It’s every scholar’s dream to have access to so much material’, he thought excitedly. ‘To be able to study in the cultural center of our country no less.’

His eyes turning dreamy, Shane failed to pay attention to where he was going, so it was no surprise when he accidentally bumped into somebody’s shoulder.

“I’m so sor-huh?”, he caught a brief glimpse of piercing silver eyes, before the man disappeared into the crowd. ‘Now that was odd. He didn’t yell or apologize or anything.’ Shane shrugged. ‘Guess he was in a hurry.’ Continuing on with his search, he dismissed the brief encounter.

~*~*~*~

“Finally!”, he breathed. After two hours of searching, getting lost, avoiding getting run over by people and animals alike, asking for directions and nearly getting mugged twice he eventually found the inn he was looking for.

It was a sorry-looking building, old and run-down looking. The dusty, dirty paint was chipped, the roof needed mending and the whole place seemed to be at a slant. The sign bearing the rather unimaginative name of ‘Kyle’s Inn’, was barely hanging on by a hook, but that did not faze Shane in the least. He had seen worse.

So tucking one long, dark-brown strand that had escaped his hair tie behind his ear, he shouldered his pack, picked up his traveling case and stepped through the beat-up door of the inn.

Once inside it took him a while to get used to the dimness. After his eyes had adjusted, he noticed that the room he was standing in had probably seen better days, but that must have been a long, long time ago. The hardwood floor was soft in spots, dirty and creaky. Atop a scratched and beat-up counter sat a rusty bell, an inkwell, a damaged quill and an ancient tome used as the guestbook. ‘It could be worse, it could be worse, it could-’

“Whadda ‘ya want?” The hoarse and somewhat surly question startled Shane out of his mantra and into dropping his case. He twisted around to the counter where he thought he had heard the voice come from.

In the dim light he had at first failed to notice that there was anybody in the reception area with him, but he now saw an wrinkled, wizened face peering at him over the edge of the counter. “Whadda ‘ya want?”, it asked again, quite possibly even surlier than before.

“Um, I’m the, uh, new boarder’, he said uncertainly, for some reason completely put out by this person. “From Karan”, he added quickly when this…gnome…didn’t show any signs of responding.

“So you’re the orphan boy,” it sneered. “The one with the scholarship.” It practically spat out the last word, clearly not liking the idea that its new boarder would live here without having to pay for anything.

“Uh, yes.” Shane cleared his throat. “Yes, I am.”

“Your room’s the one at the end of the hall.” And it flung a room-key at Shane that he was just barely able to catch. “Um, thanks…I guess”, he mumbled. ‘Better get to my room. No use staying where I’m not wanted.’

“Is nothing in this building even half-way in shape? I swear, even the orphanage was a little better than this.” Shane looked around in amazement and slight disgust. Like everything else about the inn it was old, battered and just generally in bad condition. He didn’t feel like inspecting his surroundings too closely. So he pulled out the clean sheets he had packed in his case and re-made the bed. When he was done he stretched out on the bed, reached over the edge of it and grabbed his pack. He pulled out a newspaper he had purchased from the paper boy when he had been searching for this poor-excuse-of-an-inn. He skimmed over the sections finding himself disgusted at the blatant propaganda displayed in the newspaper. ‘Clearly someone is trying very hard to make the Emperor sound like a God-send, when he clearly has no idea how to run a country.’

Just then a loose leaf of paper fluttered to the floor from between the folds of the newspaper. Intrigued, Shane picked it up and started skimming it. ‘Impressive’, he thought, sitting up. ‘I didn’t think anybody had the guts to start an underground rebellion against the Emperor.’ It was a simple and plain piece of paper that could have been found anywhere and placed anywhere, such as folded up inside a newspaper. Printed on this paper was a declaration by the leader of the Rebellion, saying that if you loved your country, you would assist in any way that you could in their movement to make the country a better place. One without the rule of the sadistic new Emperor who had assumed the throne after the former Emperor, his father, “mysteriously” died in his sleep. At the end of the declaration it was signed ‘Silver’.

‘This is certainly going to make life interesting’, Shane mused.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 00:03:17 GMT

I'm going to be assasinated by a kitty sniper!!!
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KITTY SNIPER STRIKES AGAIN!!!!!

Isn't the kitty cute?^^ I'm glad I go out like this. :p

Pirates, arrr!

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 23:22:47 GMT

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Dustbunnies!

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 20:39:30 GMT

Here is a little thing that I made up one night, (when I was really tired, so I can't be held responsible for my actions), on dustbunnies. Enjoy! ^_^

*...* = signifies actions

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*sits on chair after packing bag*There! I am ready to leave for University!

*little voice* no

*looks around* Who said that?

*dustbunny under bed* Who will feed me when you're gone?

*looks at fat dustbunny* You don't need more

*dustbunny looks up pleadingly* Your mother is going to suck me up into that monster all us dustbunnies fear.

*looks strangely at dustbunny* What monster?

*dustbunny shudders* You call it the...vacuum cleaner!
*dustbunny says fearfully* Your mother controls this evil beast. You are the one that feeds and keeps us safe. We need you to keep away the monster.
*dustbunny with hero-worship in little lint eyes* In all my existence never once have you let the monster near us! You are our hero, our God!

*starts to feel freaked out by dustbunny* What? I'm just too lazy to clean up and I don't like noise in my room. I never let the vacuum cleaner near you? How old *are* you?!

*dustbunny puffs out poofy chest* I have survived for 13 years now!

*horrified* Holy shit! You've got to be kidding me!?

*dustbunny very seriously* No, age is a very grave topic to us dustbunnies. We normally don't live very long.

*starts climbing higher up on her chair* I can guess why! But 13 years is ridiculous! I only moved here 2 years ago!

*dustbunny stares* Don't you remember me? I came with you from many places. I travelled with you. I'm considered a very old and wise dustbunny amongst our tribe.

*Slack-jawed* Tribe! There is a tribe?! How did you travel with me? You can't do anything!

*proud old dustbunny* I was still attached to your closet when it was transported. After that I grew and grew and grew, because you were so nice to me. The other dustbunnies were born after me and have managed to travel with you like me.

*scared* I can't believe it! Oh My God! I raised a new culture! You know you got to change you ways when dustbunnies start getting a mind of their own after 13 years.

*hopeful dustbunny* So you will stay and continue taking care of us? We will not have to be fed to that dreaded monster, that the evil person controls?

*disbelief* You think my mother is the devil and I'm your God? Oh My God! This is too out there!
*curious* Why are you talking to me now? After 13 years?

*grave dustbunny* At first we were unsure of your motives and acceptance of us. Now we believe you can be trusted. Never once have you failed us, never once have we fallen on hard times.

*gaping at the dustbunny* Oookkkaaayy....That's kind of freaky! What do you do all day?

*dustbunny perks up* We gather the new food you always supply us with and then we go about our jobs. Like construction work or working in trade. We are a very profitable city.

*aghast* CITY! *looks under bed and finds a bustling Metropolis* Holy shit!
*looks up from under bed at dustbunny* When did you build a city?! Trade? With whom? You're capitalist?

*business-like dustbunny* We built this city ten years ago. We trade with the other cities, like the city called Underyourbrother's bed and Behindthecabinetinyouparent's room. They are less rich though and need our support. We've been thinking of expanding.

*starts hyperventilating* Expanding? As in more of you?

*dustbunny raises a fuzzy eyebrow* Of course! What else?

*suddenly jumps off chair and runs into the living room* Mooooooommmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!

*dustbunny looks up puzzled* Was it something I said?

~~~~~~

Yup! I'm strange.

Woah!!! Where'd the time go?

Sun, 22 May 2005 21:26:51 GMT

I seriously needed to update! So now I'm just going to ramble on... I'm really scared of watching the next Naruto episodes! Sasuke is supposed to return to Konohagakure with Naruto and then they're supposed to confess their love for each other and have great sex available to all fangirls (and boys)!!!<3 But I just know that is not going to happen. *sob* I need to go read an 18+ SasuNaru doujinshi now, maybe that will cheer me up. *sniffle*
Oh, can somebody maybe supply me with pretty SasuNaru pictures? I always look for them but I would love to get some that I haven't seen before.

Full moon!

Tue, 01 Jun 2004 01:10:18 GMT

How pretty! I love the way the moon looks. It glows and shines beautifully at night. But the moon only reflects the light from the sun.
It doesn't shine from itself.
Are humans like that too?
Is it only if others praise/love/notice us that we really try to reflect whatever good the others expect from us?
I'm too hayper to answer that one myself, maybe someone else will.
This is just random thinking by the way. I'm not usually like this.