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Sunday, July 31

One Shot - A Reunion

This story is supposed to be cheerful, but I just went with the flow and ta-da. I have no idea what the 中心思想 of this one-shot is, but all I wanted to do is just write about glassware. ==''' I know right. And this is sort of a horror FAIL. Ehehe. Enjoy. 

Consists of lesbian theme. 

A Reunion

Glassware filled the cavern from the wall to the ceilings. There were little red stones in every of them, as if they were coated by lava, because they were glowing immensely, giving plenty of light as if the Sun itself was in there. There was no sign of other life yet, and I clutched tighter onto my own source of light, which no longer had any use.

I reached into the lantern’s chamber and pinched the candle, making the fire extinguish. The pain only subsided for a millisecond before it faded just as quick. Leaving it by a corner, I continued to walk deeper into the cavern.

Turning around, I realized the stones further away from me were in a darker shade of light. They must be sensitive to the living’s presence.

My heart pounded faster as I walked, expecting for something to jump out of nowhere onto me. This was the Cavern of Darkness, everyone claimed to have said. But the interior was so bright and cheerful, I might have thought myself entering the wrong chamber if it weren’t for the people that insisted so. My sister got lost in this very place, and I have come to find her.

Suddenly, there was a flicker in the corner of my vision.

I spun around quickly to see my lantern falling onto the ground horizontally with a metallic clink. The glass that was the chamber shattered, and the candle rolled out of it, soon into a distance away.

It was just the lantern losing balance, but I could feel my eyes getting sour now. People died here. My sister could have been dead. I could be the next victim.

Suddenly, the stones dimmed, and I panicked. The cavern was torturing my mind and soul as it slowly went darker and darker. Jar by jar, the stones lose their once beautiful glow.

I quickly reached into one of the jars to pick up a still lit stone, but soon quickly retreated my hand. It was too hot for human touch. I picked for a darker stone, but it had gone completely grey by the time I had reached for it.

There was a deep, spine-chilling hum, and I froze in my place, not daring to move.

After the hum had faded into nothing, there was a small glow on my side. I turned, and found one stone that still glowed brightly in a small glass lantern hanging on the ceiling. Its light glowed on me like a spotlight, and I tried to move away.

It went dark again, with another stone starting to glow, taking the previous’ place in lighting myself. This meant I could be an obvious prey.

I wiped my tears away with my sleeve. The cavern was still unusually warm and dry.

‘Trevor.’

I jumped. My whole body trembled, and I tried to move away from the light again. But the attempt failed like the previous one.

‘Treeeeevor.’

I forgot which way was the exit of this cavern. I let fear guide me, and started to run. The stones kept flashing one after another in attempt to catch up to me and bring attention to myself.

It started as a frustrated moan. Slowly, I let myself cry and scream and shriek for the sake of my relief of fear.

‘Treeeeeeeeevooooooor.’

The chills didn’t stop running down my spine, and I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead. I didn’t know how long I had run, but my feet started to ache, and my heart’s pounding was so fast and loud I could hear it clearly in my ears.

‘Where are you going, Treeeeeeeevoooooooooooooor?’

Bloodshot eyes appeared before me, and I shrieked. I came to a halt, but lost my footing in a second and fell backwards. I curled into a ball, and whimpered.

A damp, cold hand touched my shoulder gently, and I screamed while trying to kick her away. I daren’t open my eyes. I don’t need her anymore. I just want to go home.

‘Treeeeeeevoooooor. You came, Treeeeeeeeevooooooor.’

‘Go away. Go away, please, go away, I’m so scared, please go away, I beg of you.’ I mumbled between sobs and hiccups. The cold of those hands came back, and they caressed my shoulders again, still gently as ever. But it couldn’t stop me from trembling this time.

‘Go away, Teresa. I can’t look at you.’

The whole body pressed up against my back, and I shivered for the infinite time. Teresa was taller than me, and she used to hug me whenever I’m upset.

But this time felt so different, so cold, so haunting. So lifeless.

‘I’ll make you look at me, Treeeeeeeevooooooooor. I’ll make you look at me.’

I could feel her bring me to my feet, and I started to struggle. But wherever she got her strength from, it was too strong for me. She started to take me somewhere, and I continued to struggle. I pictured myself slowly fading into darkness, with hands by my waist. Hands, that were scarred and still bleeding endlessly, staining my white jacket.

‘I’ll make you look at me again, Treeeeevoooooor. We would play board games and comfort each other until we sleep again, together. I will make you mine again. Treeeeeevoooooooor.’

‘Teresa, no. Please. If you love me, you’d let me live. Teresa, no.’

It was no use. I would never be saved again. I would be trapped in here forever, like the other victims that had come to search for their lost loved ones, only to be carried away in the name of possessiveness. I finally opened my eyes, and saw her still in her long, white wedding dress. She came here looking for her fiancé too when she came in here.

How did she feel?

I stopped struggling.

She turned to look at me, smiling. Her blue bloodshot eyes stared into my very soul, her veil waving around in the still air. She reached out with her gloved and bloodstained hand, and stroked my cheek.

‘We’re getting married, Treeeevor. I’m getting married to Gretchen. There’s no one stopping us now. Come, join us.’ Instead of tears, blood flowed down her eyes. Her fingers continued to dance on my skin, leaving goosebumps in my wake.

That was right. A lot of people disagreed on them, and Gretchen ran in here in attempt to commit suicide. Teresa later followed her, and then me for Teresa.

‘Join us, Treeeeevooor. We’re getting married. Join us.’

She started to take me again, this time by hand, and ran down the cavern. This time the stone’s glow was on her, and my vision blurred. She had a healthy skin and purely white gown again, unscathed and sane.

I started to tail after her, first as a walk, then into a jog, later into a run. Her laughter echoed around the cavern and in my ears, and I started to laugh as well.

‘Treeeevoooor. Treeeeeeeeeeeevooooooooor.’

It was funny, how love and kinship could lead you into an obvious trap. It knows I’d do anything for Teresa’s happiness.

I didn’t know if the Teresa before me was alive or undead. She was glowing as if she were another stone of the cavern, turning back once in a while to smile at me radiantly. Her smiles only made me plunge deeper into the cavern, making me believe my presence at her wedding would mean everything to her in the world.

‘Treeeeeeeeeevor.

‘Treeeeeeeeeeevoooooooooooooor.

I felt like floating.

Gretchen was there, also in her gown, smiling just as happy as Teresa. They held hands, and both looked at me. Teresa reached out her other free hand, out of the light. It turned back into a pale, bloody and cold hand, trembling.

‘Treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevooooooooooooooooor.’

Friday, July 29

Homostuff.

I gotta say, every yaoi-themed manga I ever came across has NEVER skipped the sex scenes. It gets on my nerves som- no, most of the time. The yaoi manga I liked best and gave me quite the impression is the last manga I reviewed,  Sorenari ni Shinken nandesu (I'm Serious In My Own Way). It has an amazing plot, and to top it off the sex scene only comes much later, much to my relief. It has nothing to do with the artist's otherwise amazing skills in drawing.

Let me tell you guys, yaoi mangas could give you an unhealthy lifestyle. The first gay couple I've seen online is BeVin (Ben and Kevin from Ben 10. A note for my friends: I know, gross right). At first I was like any other yaoi fangirl, but later the symptoms faded when I turned 14 in 2010. The symptoms are: always having dirty thoughts, wondering if that guy in front of you is gay, and if he tops or bottoms, those kinds of stuff. I told you, it's SCARY. Even some of my friends in 漫画组 are just like this. So if you're not affected yet, DO NOT COME INTO THIS WORLD. It shows a hell lot of dicks and sperm. (highlight at your own risk to see what I'm trying to say)

Maybe I'll try to find a manga that'll scare the neutral readers into yaoiphobics. To be honest, yaoi actually means gay sex with no decent plot whatsoever. But other than that word, I have no idea what else to call gay themes! So I'll just stick with this phrase.

So beware of the NEXT LINK.

xD TEEHEE

Thursday, July 28

For the past weeks

Dude, time to update. Can't neglect my blog for now. Alright, I'll try my best to remember everything that happened for the past two weeks. 

Last Thursday, some school from Tokyo 东京女学馆 came all the way here for a visit, and boy was their English and Mandarin bad as hell!!! Then the date also clashed with the damned 国语双周, so Peanut had to go and participate the Malay Essay Writing Competition. Just his luck, the Japanese students came to visit us in 漫画组!!! I laughed my ass off knowing he missed this BIG TIME. And on the next day, he was so frustrated he ran around looking for friends to console him. Ahahaha! xD!!!

I fear Fridays for the past three weeks. We started to 练跳绳, and our P.E. class clashed with the Junior's recess time. And Friday mornings are when that damned CD comes down to play basketball, which is only like, he's in the court beside. Can he go away? Please? My weakest point in sports is jumping rope, and I really REALLY don't want him to be THERE!!! Gaaaaawd, I'm surprised I didn't die from embarrassment. TTATT

Next week is gonna be HUGE. There's 英文双周, there's no more 漫画组, which will be replaced by different schedules like the English Writing Competition xD!!! And Open Day is on next Sunday, which is when we will do our Flash Mob. We're gonna do CARAMELLDANSEN!!! Kitty and I made a retarded version of the chorus part, I can't wait!!! x3x3x3!!!
A few days ago in the morning before class, I had to accompany Kitty to sweep the 公共区. She fell several steps off the stairs, and later hit her broom on the wall in frustration, lawl. Then after a teacher in the scene had left, she was cursing and cursing why the hell do we students have to sweep the 公共区 and what are 校工s for. I had to listen to her everything since I'm her mom. :P Don't mind actually xD
For the last three nights I seemed to have managed to remember parts of my dream too. Time for my dream journal!!!

Wednesday night, not trying to be racist here, but I saw some black people having some triangle love affair at a McDonald branch. Minutes later I was running downhill with Janice while holding a teal A3 sized book and singing some random song from its pages. She was shooting me with a gun that holds pencil bullets, and I used the book as a shield. ==''' I know, retarded right? I'm not even racist to black people!!! -.-

The next morning Charmaine told me to dream of CD.
Thursday night, I found myself in a classroom slash disco pub that was playing Hatsune Miku's songs. I only remembered Tree In Our Homeland, which is the only song I responded to in that time. After that I was in the basketball field of our high school, which for some reason is awfully packed. I also saw the P.E. teacher, 林老师who asked me to help hold his skipping ropes for a moment. The handle were HUGE as HAWAII DRUMS. That freaked me out a little, really. =A=!!! The only thing related to CD in this dream was his white bag, which is quite weird. It was leaning against the basketball pole. ==

Last night, I was in a larger school, like any other dream. This school has a lot of abandoned lots in random places. We were sharing a class, and I finally saw CD as Charmaine requested. But the funny thing is, his school uniform was in blue camouflage color, and Charmaine (in the dream) said he's wearing that because he's a 留级生. That kinda hurt me a little, but somehow I also find it amusing. We were all sitting on the floor, with my class in the interior of the  classroom while his is on the exterior. He kept looking back at me. o_______0'''
Then, I was at some shitty small apartment full of furniture on shelves like an Ikea store. My mind told me it was Joe's house. The ceiling just behind the entrance seemed to have a hatch that could lead you to the attic if you knew how to open it, but I didn't want to. I think I was searching for something in there among the bookshelves, but I forgot what, and I was fearing that someone might catch me once that brown door beside the entrance door opens. I think it was Leong Rong Fei in monkey mode or Mojojojo. Either way it has to do with monkeys. I can't believe I'm having monkeyphobia again in my dream world. 
Later then, I was with some anonymous gang discovering an abandoned part of school. I pulled open the metal shutters, and it revealed a science lab. Water was running out of every tap, and we didn't know why. 

Then I woke up. 

Well, that's all for today's post. I promised myself to limit my online time, so there. :P ~ Until then, people!!! :D~

For Sasuke-teme

23rd of July was supposed to be Sasuke's birthday (from Naruto Shipudden). I was surfing DeviantArt.Com, and all the SasuNaruSasu fans seemed to be only drawing pictures of Naruto being nekkid, which to me is already outdated, since they've been doing the same thing for the past two years or MOAR. So I decided to make a PROPER fan fiction in honor of SasuNaruSasu. Yes, another gay pairing. Now shaddup and skip it if you're another homophobic of something. 

Happy belated birthday, Sasuke-teme! Even though I don’t think you deserve anything, really. But since everyone’s doing it, I might as well join. Theme is AU and musical (every character has a talent in music), and there’s OCs and light SasuNaruSasu. Enjoy, bastard.


‘Say, teme, what do you want for your birthday? It’s tomorrow, right?’

Sasuke and Naruto were at the school gates waiting for transportation to come. They had just finished a late club meeting, so sight of other people were scarce at that time. Naruto inched closer to his friend, nagging at his ear. ‘Come on, there must be something you’d like. I’d do anything. Best friends, right?’

‘No, thank you, dobe.’ Sasuke looked like he didn’t care one bit about his birthday at all. He only stared off to the side, as if finding something else in the distance much more interesting than the current conversation he was stuck in.

‘Don’t be such a stuck-up. Come on, tell me.’ Naruto was starting to lean against him, which made Sasuke uncomfortable. His breath was against the other’s neck, just below hi ear, and it was quite nerving. ‘There’s gotta be something.’

‘Get off me.’ Sasuke shrugged him off, but the blonde only clung onto him even tighter than his previous attempt. He had his trademark grin on his face, giving himself dimples and showing his scars off in a way.

‘You do this every year. Why can’t you change? It’s your sweet sixteen, after all.’

Suddenly, a woman came around the corner while holding her violin case over her shoulder like some heavy load. ‘Sasuke-nii, Itachi-nii is waiting for us at the side gate!’

‘I’m going to keep bothering you on Facebook and Twitter if I have to, teme!’ Naruto exclaimed as Sasuke left with his cousin of sorts, Daisuke.

Itachi waved politely from the driver’s seat as the two younger teenagers crawled into the back seat while greeting him. ‘How’s your day?’

Sasuke only hummed in reply while the other chirped an ‘Okay’. Soon after Itachi ignited the engine and started driving for home, Daisuke turned to face Sasuke with an irritated expression. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to celebrate your birthday, Sasuke-nii?’

‘It’s a waste of money and time. I’d rather study in my room.’

She glared half-heartedly. ‘Your attitude’s disappointing as usual, nii-san. There’s a reason for birthday parties.’

‘Don’t make me break your violin, imoto-san.’

She scowled, and muttered, ‘Fine. Leave all the persuading to your koi.’

Sasuke twitched. ‘He’s not my boyfriend!’ he roared.

‘Daisuke-imoto, we can continue this after we reach home.’ Itachi smiled while looking at them through the rearview mirror. He only saw Sasuke staring out the window with an even gloomier expression, while Daisuke only smiled back apologetically, whispering ‘gomen’ to him.


There was another club meeting on Sasuke’s birthday, and for some reason he feels dissatisfied.

‘I do not care about birthdays.’ He kept repeating that phrase to himself for the whole morning, to the point majority thought him crazy, some of them even deciding to just skip their birthday greetings to him.

Daisuke only gave him meaningless glances in the classes they shared.

Naruto didn’t speak to him. He obviously had something planning in that brain of his, anyone could tell. Whenever Sasuke looked at him, he would only smile, giggle giddily, then either ignore him or leave immediately. It was like some shy middle school girl trying to control herself from going into full fan-girl mode.

Sometimes, Sasuke would wonder if Naruto had planned another surprise birthday party for him, which were exactly the same routine for the past four, five years? The whole band would gather at some random shopping mall, and then cause chaos in an unfortunate restaurant and karaoke all for his sake. The few days after that, they were sought after to pay the damage.

‘What are you chuckling at? Are you alright, Sasuke-kun?’ Sakura gave him a weird look while waving a hand before his sight. He quickly regained his senses and slapped her hand away.

‘Nothing, I’m fine.’

The bell rang, and after bidding farewell to Sakura and her best friend Ino, Sasuke headed for Biology class. Naruto the all-time klutz was already at the door, smiling at him again.

‘Stop the act, dobe.’ Sasuke snapped as Naruto started to follow him into the science lab. ‘I know there’s going to be another chaotic party tonight, and I’ll do everything in my power to escape the second after school ends.’

‘Aw, how would you know it would be just another party, teme?’

‘How wouldn’t I?’

Naruto only giggled again, before they took their seats before a table full of apparatus and plant samples. ‘Just wait and see.’

On that day, Biology was the only class Sasuke shared with his best friend. After that were boring lectures, exercises and notes to come his way. All the time, he thought of what would be the outcome of that night. Kiba would probably have to be under Shino’s care again if he turns into a happy-drunkard, and Hinata would be in HUGE trouble if her parents ever found out, in which they nearly did in what, last year? Or was that on Naruto’s birthday, which was way worse than his?

Never mind, not like he’s going.

Is Daisuke part of the plan?

‘Stop it, stop thinking about the party. I do not care about birthdays.’ He hissed to himself. Some people beside him flinched at his sudden outburst to none other than his own conscience.

Last birthday, Sasuke was forced to go to some new karaoke bar, and that was the party he’d ever been to with the most people giving into alcohol. All of them, excluding Hinata, had spent the night in a cheap hotel. Four had to share a room to spare the costs.

That next morning, Sasuke found himself snuggling with Naruto on the same bed.

The two of them caused another mishap that day, like the rivals they are.

‘I do not care about birthdays.’

‘Of course you care.’ Daisuke took a seat beside him in the classroom. ‘You cared to point you said you don’t care. Stop torturing yourself and just brace for what’s going to happen later tonight.’

Yup. Daisuke is definitely in part of the plan. If she’s part of the plan, then his chances of escaping are nil, because Itachi-nii would only send them both home together, otherwise it would be just inconvenient, and by different times they would have to take their own bus routes.

But that meant waiting. And while waiting he could be dragged away to God-knows-where by his oh-so-best-friend Naruto anytime soon again, like all the previous birthdays ever since Daisuke’s father died and she had to share he same roof with him.

That bitch. How dare she ruin his life.

‘I do not-‘

‘Yes you do, nii-san.’ Daisuke cut him off, clearly annoyed. ‘Remember to go to the club meeting after school is over.’

Now, come to think of it, it was strange. Usually club meetings would be cancelled for the sake of any parties and celebrations.

Sasuke ground his teeth, because if he said that he didn’t care about birthdays again, his cousin would be sure to make him speechless for the rest of Add Math period. They never liked each other in the first place, but still tried to get along for the sake of kinship.

He was thinking of skipping the club meeting, but he didn’t know if the meeting was all a prank for him or for real.

Of course it would be a prank. It’s his birthday, for Kami’s sake!

Daisuke stomped his foot, and he hissed.

‘Concentrate.’ She hissed back.


School was finally over. Sasuke slowly packed his things at his locker and was about to leave school.

‘SASUKE!!!’

Naruto grabbed his arm like a bolster in the middle of the hallway, and Sasuke was suddenly jerked backwards. They fell with him on top of the other louder man, whose giggling finally burst into fits of laughter.

Feeling uncomfortable again, Sasuke quickly got back to his feet away from Naruto. He was attempting to leave again, but who was he to do that with the almighty Uzumaki Naruto around him.

‘Sasuke-teme, what about the club meeting?! I’m not letting you escape!’ Naruto glomped him from the back, and they both lost their footing again bumping into the lockers, making sounds of metal banging.

‘Sasuke-kun! Naruto-kun! Stop fighting and come to the music hall already!’ Sakura’s voice could be heard from the other end of the hallway. Before he could do anything else, Naruto had already grabbed him by the hand, and he led Sasuke down towards their destination. The smile was still engraved on the blonde’s face, and Sasuke finds it kind of…heartwarming.

What are birthdays exactly for, really?


The music hall was equivalent to a concert hall, and bands usually use this place to rehearse, even if their own concert were to be in other venues. The school hall was another building altogether. This hall was a completely different story. It had rows of red cushioned seats nailed in its place, and tables at the inner perimeter to either serve food or make a mini convention. There were three layers of curtains for the stage, and the microphones for this hall had better quality compared to the other.

All three layers of curtains were closed today, probably for cleaning, and most of the band members were already at the front row of seats talking and laughing.

Sakura took over Naruto’s duties of preventing Sasuke from escaping as the cheerful man dashed in the direction of the men’s room. Sakura was like a mini manager for their band, which was named Akatsuki the Second after Itachi’s own gang back when he had his own band as well.

Sakura and Sasuke went towards the front seats. ‘Hey people, Sasuke-kun is here!’

Everyone turned around to Sakura’s response. Kiba was the first to greet him. ‘Hey, Sasuke-san! Happy birthday, man!’

Words of birthday greetings followed after that, and slowly Sasuke’s mood brightened, but he didn’t show it obviously. The band was used to his cold egoistic gestures, and they only kept on talking while trying their best to pull him into conversation.

But wasn’t this a club meeting? Sakura didn’t even announce anything first thing when everyone was already present, like she usually did.

Suddenly, the curtains opened slowly. The whole band suddenly shushed at each other and became quiet, and it surprised Sasuke. He turned to look at the stage as well, only to find Daisuke standing in the middle of it with her violin at the ready.

Another layer of curtains were also pushed away to reveal Naruto by the grand piano waving at him, like a child would to a mother before his huge performance. Then he played a short intro of the notes randomly rising.

Daisuke made a polite curtsy, and soon started playing. It was a slow and sad song of Happy Birthday, and it made Sasuke raise an eyebrow. So they’re making a mini performance for him instead of causing chaos again. Well, that is good, for a cha-

The music ended with a higher pitch of note.

Suddenly, friends stood up with an uproar and ran onto the stage. Sakura and Sai each took the shocked man by his arms and led him onto the stage as well by the small flight of stairs by the side. Naruto started playing an upbeat tune, while Daisuke’s feet tapped to the beat.

Everyone started to make a semi-circle while Sasuke was led to the center of it. Sakura and Sai retreated into the crowd that consisted of people bobbing their heads, snapping their fingers and waving their bodies to the rhythm.

‘What the-‘

‘This is for you, teme!’ Naruto yelled from the piano, and he started to play faster in bass. Daisuke also started playing again, also matching the cheerful and upbeat tone. Everyone swayed side to side, while singing a harmonized Happy Birthday song to the birthday boy. There were lots of clapping between bars, and soon Sasuke found himself swinging with them.

‘One more time!’ Kiba shrieked.

Suddenly, the semi circle broke into two quarters as Ino stood in the middle, rapping while still swinging to the beat like everyone else. The whole band shouted at some ends of a phrase, which at first shocked Sasuke a little. The violin still played, but in a softer tone to bring out Ino’s words.

‘Happy sweet sixteen, then you’re seventeen
Any longer and you’ll be as old as the greens
You have people like

‘US!’

 ‘Even though we’re a fuss
But we do bring you happiness
In this dull life of yours
Especially

‘NARUTO!’

‘He’s your everything
So cherish this life and

‘DON’T GIVE A SHIT! Don’t give a shit, don’t give a damn fucking shit, because it’s your birthday you gotta cherish this day! So Happy Birthday to you!’

The song repeated after the rap, and the words in the rap sunk into Sasuke’s head. Only one person he knew would make such a crap load of lyrics with too many curses for his liking.

‘Happy Birthday, Sasuke!’ Everyone shouted, and suddenly rounded in on Sasuke like happy, drunk zombies just so they could do a group hug. Sakura was taking pictures from every angle, and Sasuke …he looked like he was paralyzed by a feeling called happiness.

After he wormed himself out of the group hug cursing insults at everyone, but everyone knows he didn’t mean it, Sasuke gave Naruto a knowing look. The other man left the grand piano and made a run for his best friend forever.

‘Happy birthday, temeeeee!!!’ He jumped at the last few steps, and Sasuke actually yelled out loud before they fell again onto the solid wooden floor of the stage. Friends laughed and cheered at the scene.

Suigetsu and Karin helped them both up. ‘Dude, you’re lucky. Naruto wrote the rapping part just for your birthday. Of course, after the happiness part was our doing. We all know you feel more for that guy.’ The guy with dyed silver hair commented.

Karin suddenly whacked him on the head. ‘Shut up, you’re spoiling everything!’

Naruto didn’t hear any of that because he was so busy laughing and crying because of laughing. He put an arm over Sasuke’s shoulders, and started ranting about what else the band should do in honor of Sasuke.

Sasuke started to look around. Time seemed to slow down in his eyes.

Akatsuki the Second consisted of many members. Naruto, himself, Sakura, Shino, Kiba, Hinata, Lee, Neji, Gaara, Tenten, Shikamaru, Ino, Chouji, Sai, Daisuke and Reiichirou. They all have been together since they were twelve, excluding his imoto and her friend, who only joined them only two years ago. Like some plague, memories started to storm his brain. The times when he would fight with Naruto, when Sakura would nag at their fighting like a mother would, when they got into trouble with the music hall, when they had to compete with other bands in the very same school, all those moments and hardships.

Birthday parties are meant to show you how far you have gone in life and how your friends have accompanied you through it.

‘Hey teme! We’re going to Lee’s neighborhood and get some barbeque, then crash some karaoke bars. Can’t break our partying routine now, can we?’ Naruto still had his arm around him, and Sasuke looked back with a blank expression.

Naruto really was something. He brings out everything in everyone.

‘I’m not going home tonight, am I?’

‘Neh, I’m sure Lee’s guardian would find us some free or cheap place to stay over!’

There were groans from the band. Neji even exclaimed that they would possibly end up in some gay-themed room with double rainbows and flash-colored spandexes, which made Lee switch himself into his lecturing mode about youth again.

Sasuke smiled. How was it that he never saw his own happiness in sixteen years of life?

‘Well, let’s go!’ 

Saturday, July 23

【初音ミク】Counterclockwise【オリジナル】



Counterclockwise
The clockhands keep on spinning to anywhere
Words lost their meaning
I left them inside my mind
I looked through the lost time
But I can't see you yet
I slightly rewinded the clock
And forgot about the far away time and distance
The very moment I held the small hand
I woke up from a dream that won't come true
You who are behind my eyelids
Changes your form little by little 
Even if someday I'm forgotten
I only didn't know
Even if this chest hurts
The clockhands doesn't care and keeps on going
I slightly rewinded the clock
And forgot about the far away time and distance
The very moment I held the small hand
I woke up from a dream that won't come true
Words for you who are cut off
That moment when I touched you with my outstretched hand
I woke up from a dream that won't come true

Sunday, July 17

I love you :)

Things that have been nagging in my brain for the last two, three weeks. I can't get it out of my head, someone help me. I hope typing this out helps erase it from my memory. And some of them are part of my journal. I'm lazy to categorize them now. xD
  • COOKIES. COOKIES. COOKIES. COOKIES. 
  • I have to study right now. Like, RIGHT NOW. Especially my Sejarah. Anytime now. 
  • You know I love you, right? (To someone in particular, fuck this =.=)
  • COOKIES. COOKIES. COOKIES. COOKIES. COOKIES. (I even said it out loud at one point)
  • How science can be used in magic in lots of ways!!! *inserts double rainbow here* (P.S. yes it has to do with Halovillea, and if I explain, it'd take hours, so it's a no go)
  • COOKIES. 
  • Study. RIGHT NOW. 
  • I like celebrities with bad-boy looks. Apparently HE is just the same. What more I only liked those celebs AFTER him. Oh, the HORROR
  • COOKIIIIIEEEESSSSSSSS
  • Peanut butter. 
  • COOKIES!!!!!!! (Fail in converting from cookies to peanut butter =A=!!!)
  • I wanna wear a skirt on my next hangout...but it also depends on who's going too. xP
  • Fuck my karangan. Screw Malay. I'm so migrating as soon as possible. 
  • Could I study already?!?!
  • CHICKEN DANCER CHICKEN DANCER CHICKEN DANCER. 
  • COOKIES. 
  • CHICKEN DANCER AND COOKIES. (I know right?)
  • I'm not planning on confessing, Charmaine!!! Not until something major happens anyway. And don't you go making one yourself. 
  • I wanna go to Disney Land. NOW. With my buddies. Imma make a list. :P
  • I am seriously tempted to dance Po Pi Po. We're serious about this, right, Kitty? :D
  • That's it, I'm going to study. Bye Bye.

Sunday, July 10

ANOTHER HUGE SPOILER

Warning: Incest & Homosexual themes. 

Candy Scene of Halovillea Saga . The Wild West . Family Ties (Second Generation)

‘I love you.’

‘Hmm, me too.’

Silence.

‘I mean, I love you.’

Frowning, I glanced up from my book. I waited for him to explain. But all he did was look to the side, as if there was something interesting going on outside the window. It takes him some time to regain his composure and look me in the eye again. It was always the same routine whenever we talk.

But it was clear in his eyes that he finds it hard to repeat those three words again, and even more so to explain the hidden meaning in them. I only raised an eyebrow at him, before resumed in reading my book.

I could feel his presence coming closer and closer towards me, his body trembling. Inwardly groaning, I looked away from my storybook for the second time to see him crying.

Something was wrong.

I stood up while putting my book away on the coffee table. ‘What is it, Lian?’

I still couldn’t get used to the fact that my stepbrother was taller than me, despite our ten years of age gap. But then again, compared to the majority of people, it was only his growth spurts mutating, or something similar to the sort. I was of course at average height. I had to tilt my head a little in order to look into his gold eyes instead of his lips.

But before I could even glance upwards, he leaned forth while tilting his face a little to the side.

With an assassin’s reflex, I slammed my palm on his cheek and iced it. He shrieked and walked a few steps backwards, then tripped on the shag carpet before falling ungracefully on solid ground. He quickly healed himself by regenerating and focusing his body heat on his face, but his constant groaning almost made me feel guilty. Almost.

We made eye contact again, and I waited for his outburst.

‘I really love you. I really do.’

He came to his feet again, and the front of his turtleneck was soaked after melting the ice that was on his cheek. I decided not to attack him again when he made another attempt to approach me.

‘When I first saw you, I just fell in love. I couldn’t think of other people.’

‘It’s because you haven’t seen me for ten years.’

‘Don’t you think I haven’t tried denying myself with that fact?’

‘This means incest, Lian.’

‘I know! But I can’t help it; you’re just…so…precious to me.’

For the first time in ten years, the feeling of fear has returned to my heart. What have I done? Was my decision a mistake? Should I have taken Corvillian along with me, so that he could have never felt like this right now? Or is he just confused?

‘What would our parents say?’

‘They’re not here anymore.’

I tried to ice him again, but he only parried my offence. He gently took me by my wrists, and looked me pleadingly into the eyes.

‘I’ve been having the same feeling for weeks. I’m struggling. Please return my love for you.’

I felt guilty. I haven’t felt this powerless for such a long while. ‘It’s wrong. It would fade with time.’

‘It won’t. I know it won’t. Please, Oliver, please.’ His grip tightened a little on his hold of me. It took me a while to say

‘It’s wrong.’

Time seemed so slow for that one while. He was holding both of my hands in one of his now, his other free hand tucking my bangs away to the back of my ear. He leaned in, and kissed he edge of my eye, where a tear was about to fall from it. How did he see that, I didn’t want to know.

‘I’m serious, brother.’

What do I do?

Ma taught me a lot of things.

But never on how to handle an incest relationship, especially when it involves yourself.

So I did the only thing a cold-blooded assassin would do.

I turned away.

The touch of his hands lingered on my skin, and that made me feel the even guiltier. But he didn’t pull me back, didn’t ask me to stay, didn’t ask me to give him a firm reply. I forced myself not to expect anything.

Assassins don’t expect something in the future. They only bask in the presence, and always ready to accept whatever lies before them.

I don’t think I could live by that rule any longer for now.

Thursday, July 7

HUGE SPOILER

Here. The one-shot I promised. I got lazy and all, I know. But I still love you. x) !!!
 
Side Summary of Halovillea Saga . The Wild West and its short sequel

Oliver Peinette’s POV

Ma had been working as an Avenger, which is also known as a female assassin, for longer than I could remember. She chose this line of work because of my father’s betrayal, and used to lecture me about why not to trust others. She taught me everything she knew ever since I was six. She never smiled, at least not for the real thing. She only smiled to hide her sadness, to hide her regret, to hide whatever emotions that she thought people would use to mock her.

But later, she took me to Haloville.

Then everything changed in there.

When I saw Ma smile, that was the moment I wish could have taken down by camera.

We were at Uncle Cheshire’s house again for a visit. I forgot how it changed, but that visit eventually turned into Ma trying to teach the three of us, Klint included, how to cook. I knew the basics because Ma taught me, but the other two were clumsier than my ten-year-old self. Klint lost his grip while trying to fetch a bag of flour from the top shelves, and the white powder landed on all of us.

It took us seconds to take in what happened.

And another few to burst into laughter.

I saw Ma smile because of a hearty joke between neighbors and family, and I cried. My tears wiped the flour off my cheeks, leaving two obvious and soaked trails, along with a lot of questions from Uncle Cheshire asking if my eyes stung from the flour, or something of that sort.

But Ma knew better. She used to train me to never cry in front of others, to never show weakness like she did.

Instead of denying that her son was crying, she only wiped the flour off my face, herself also on the verge of tears. It was like looking into my own eyes.

Later, Ma remarried with Cheshire, and I had a stepbrother sooner than I had thought I would. It was too soon the news for me.

So was the death of both Ma and Step-Pa.

Ma had a deal with a Silencer, a male assassin, that their children would resume each other’s work after their own death.

So I became a mirrored image of Ma.

I never cried. I rarely smiled.

My stepbrother, Corvillian, resided in another planet to receive better studies. It was my decision. I left him all alone in Mercury when he was only six. I was already sixteen, and I knew if he continued to stay in Saturn, he would learn to be another fighter like me and my Ma.

I promised Ma that I’d give him a happy childhood.

He’d never be happy living knowing he has a brother who left him alone on the other end of the galaxy, but I had thought he’d be better off living life as a mortal than people like me.

But I was proved wrong.

He saved up a part of the income I exported to him, and came after me. It took him months to break through the security system and trespass into the Mahqui Isle, where the Silencers’ and Avengers’ headquarters reside.

What was he trying to prove to me?

I don’t know.

He gives me sad but hopeful looks. He gives me hugs randomly. He whispers things I know are meant for me.

Please look at me.

Who am I to face him again? I didn’t give him the life he wanted, the life his parents wanted for him. I’m a failure.

Please look at me. I still love you, brother.

But I couldn’t.

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