Take me down to the fields where the grass is

elanielyn @ 2009-10-18T00:07:00

2009-10-17T22:15:11Z

Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself. Anything.

Post anonymously. Speak honestly. Post as many times as you like.

elanielyn @ 2009-09-04T01:08:00

2009-09-03T23:16:35Z

GO HERE I COMAND YOU TO!!

cafe_pour_deux

elanielyn @ 2009-07-24T01:07:00

2009-07-23T23:19:47Z

I posted this poem some time ago in Spanish, but I've found it now in English and it just so beautiful to ignore.

Federico García Lorca - Preciosa y el aire (The Gipsy and the Wind)

Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
from her rhythmic tambourine,
falls where the sea whips and sings,
his night filled with silvery swarms.
High atop the mountain peaks
the sentinels are weeping;
they guard the tall white towers
of the English consulate.
And gypsies of the water
for their pleasure erect
little castles of conch shells
and arbors of greening pine.

Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes.
The wind sees her and rises,
the wind that never slumbers.
Naked Saint Christopher swells,
watching the girl as he plays
with tongues of celestial bells
on an invisible bagpipe.

Gypsy, let me lift your skirt
and have a look at you.
Open in my ancient fingers
the blue rose of your womb.

Precosia throws the tambourine
and runs away in terror.
But the virile wind pursues her
with his breathing and burning sword.

The sea darkens and roars,
while the olive trees turn pale.
The flutes of darkness sound,
and a muted gong of the snow.

Precosia, run, Precosia!
Or the green wind will catch you!
Precosia, run, Precosia!
And look how fast he comes!
A satyr of low-born stars
with their long and glistening tongues.

Precosia, filled with fear,
now makes her way to that house
beyond the tall green pines
where the English consul lives.

Alarmed by the anguished cries,
three riflemen come running,
their black capes tightly drawn,
and berets down over their brow.

The Englishman gives the gypsy
a glass of tepid milk
and a shot of Holland gin
which Precosia does not drink.

And while she tells them, weeping,
of her strange adventure,
the wind furiously gnashes
against the slate roof tiles.

elanielyn @ 2009-07-21T13:36:00

2009-07-21T12:01:38Z

elanielyn @ 2009-07-13T20:06:00

2009-07-13T18:08:12Z

Yes, I'm alive.

I know I said I was going to be away only for the weekend.

I lied.

I'll be back on Sunday. This time for real.

Wait for me guys~

And let me know about anything interesting on the f-list here!

AMIGOS, FRIKIS, CAMARADAS, ¡CONGRATULÉMONOS!

2009-05-25T21:11:16Z

¡FRIKIS ~~DEL MUNDO~~ DE ESPAÑA,

HOY ES NUESTRO DÍA!

¡FELICIDADES ORGULLOS@S!

banner cosa de la magnífica, única y excelente ayu_t

elanielyn @ 2009-05-10T15:45:00

2009-05-10T13:48:56Z

I'm in a bad mood so...

FRIENDS CUT.
COMMENT TO STAY.

That said, you have until next sunday. There're people who are staying even if they don't comment, and I believe these people know it. The rest have to comment to stay.

elanielyn @ 2009-04-03T20:37:00

2009-04-03T18:42:16Z

SPAM ME WITH DBSK PLZ

~~On other topics, I'll be on a trip most of the next week... Sanxenxo and Lisbon. Have fun without me.~~

lol, look at this Su!

2009-03-19T15:01:50Z

Once Upon a Time
[Matt] & I
ruled the world

To all of those who think touching a shoulder is an undeniable proof or eternal love

2009-03-18T21:22:57Z

This was made by sevendaylimit and it hers alone. ~~Maybe I'm to blame too, but lets ignore that yes?~~

Heavy image, so beware.

That was all. Enjoy it and learn the lesson. Save Ueda. Save the Queen.

FO

2009-03-07T15:51:00Z

I'm tired of wordless friendings. This is my personal journal, and if I lock the entries is because of something. I don't like people friending me out of the blue.

I don't mind making new friends, but please comment here first, stating the reasons why you want to friend me. And no, fics is not a valid reason.

If you want to read my fics you can go here:

onionlullabys

yes why, I should be studying.

2009-01-26T15:56:51Z

Meme stolen from death_note13 because memes are cooler than studying

The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you!

Ask my friends, I command you! ♥

~~This is open for everybody because I feel like answering questions.~~

elanielyn @ 2008-12-25T17:33:00

2008-12-25T16:48:14Z

~~I shouldn't be complaining about making a Merry X'mas post...~~

To all the people in my f-list,

wherever you are from,

I want you to know

that I'm glad I was able to meet you

and I'm happy you're reading this today,

because today is a day to be happy

and smile

and cherish all you have,

family and friends.

So,

to all of you,

whether I've known you for a long time

or for a short one,

Merry Christmas!!

At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade

I solemny swear I am up to no good

2008-07-19T23:25:44Z

~~I'll be home by tomorrow's night! Yay!~~

So you see, this is the second smut I ever write and it's already a three-some. I should better take it easy, shouldn't I?

Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing(s): Fuji / Niou / Oshitari (yay for sadist!)
Rating: NC-17 (lets say sex, bondage and blood? Not to mention is a three-some)
Summary: Oshitari regretted it the same moment he agreed but they were only for a darts game, weren't they? He should have known better.
Disclaimer: All these characters belongs to Konomi while the prompt belongs to Rowling and was given by allalabeth_sanso only the plot is mine.
Notes: Just try to ignore the grammar mistakes and these things, didn't want to look for a proofreader.

“I’m off!”

Atobe lifted his eyes from the laptop’s screen to stare at Oshitari.

“Where are you off to?”

“Don’t you remember?” The bluenette sighed at his boyfriend’s blank expression “I have plans with Fuji scheduled. I told you about it yesterday, Keigo.”

“Where are you going?”

“We’re only going for a darts game. Relax, Kei-chan”

Atobe frowned at Oshitari’s amusement and was about to add something when his cellular rang. He checked the number out, sighed heavily and waved at his boyfriend before answering the call.

~ 0 ~

Oshitari greeted Fuji as the lithe man shut the car’s door closed and threw his bag at the back seat.

“So, where are we going?”

“Can we stop at Niou’s place? Hope you don’t mind him coming along, I thought it was a good idea”

Oshitari lifted an eyebrow at the smiling man, hesitating about how much of a good idea was bringing the silver haired with them. ‘Cause it was never a good idea to have these two together. However, he started the car and drove as instructed.

~ 0 ~

Niou smiled at them happily when the two men knocked at his door, holding it open to let them come into the house.

“Just wait a second, I’m taking my coat” the silver haired man said while heading to his bedroom.

Oshitari nodded absently and knocked his shoes off before getting into the living room. He sat at the sofa while looking lazily around. It wasn’t after a while later when he realized Fuji was nowhere to be seen and that five minutes were too much time to take a coat. The man called out for his friends as he entered the bedroom. He sighed at the scene that greeted him.

Fuji was on his tiptoes, arms around Niou’s shoulders while kissing the man, the coat completely forgotten on the floor. They both broke the kiss as Oshitari stepped in the room. Fuji smirked and walked towards him, surrounding his waist with his arms.

“Wanna join the game?”

Oshitari stared down at the smiling man who was licking along his lips then parted them to let the tongue in. The slickly muscle started stroking his own, fighting for control them roaming all over his mouth. Fuji was pushing him towards the bed and soon another pair of arms sliced around his body. Oshitari groaned softly into the kiss when a hot tongue licked against the back of his ear. He felt two strong hands running up to his arms. All he saw was a naughty look and a smirk. Then there was a flash of movement and he was on his back over the bed, hands tied up over his head and to the headboard. Fuji sat on his legs contently as Niou leaned to kiss the lithe man. Oshitari arched and tried to struggle against the ropes.

“Hey, you guys! What’s up with that?!”

“I’ve already told you. We’re gonna play”

“Untie me”

“Mou... But it’s funnier like this, isn’t it?”

“Fucking untie me now”

Fuji smirked and leaned again for a kiss, grabbing Oshitari’s bulge through the jeans causing the man’s lips to part in a gasp then shoving his tongue in. The bluenette moaned against the lithe man’s hot muscle. Then another lips were on his neck, lustfully licking along his pulse and his eyes squeezed shut. He arched his neck when Niou bite him gently on the jaw line and let out a little whimper.

He opened his eyes again when he felt the brunette’s fingers unbuttoning his shirt and playing with his nipple until it hardened. Then the lips left his mouth and started roaming his chest, twirling and sucking the bud. Oshitari felt Niou’s tongue licking at his mouth’s side and tilted his head to reach for the man’s lips, letting out a curt cry at Fuji’s teeth grazing his nipple before the eager mouth engulfed his.

Fuji’s lips were now all over his torso, sucking and biting randomly as they made their way down to his navel, one hand still teasing his nipple while the other rushed to unzip his trousers. Niou’s mouth moved to his neck down to his collarbones, sucking hard on that zone until it turned red and biting until he made Oshitari arch and scream out of pain then continue to suck over the bloody claim.

The bluenette raised his head when he suddenly felt his jeans being pulled down just to meet Fuji’s opened eyes, those deep blue orbs piercing him. The lithe man tilted his head and brought his tongue to teasingly lick the bothered flesh around the underwear waistband, still staring at the man above him whose eyes were closed again, head pushing back on the pillows. Oshitari groans became louder when Niou’s tongue started peeking at his navel.

The bespectacled man gasped when Fuji grabbed his bulge trough his pants, teasingly running a thumb along his length, pressing it against the moist head then bending to lick over the material. Oshitari let out a high-pitched moan when the lips closed at a random spot, sucking hard on it and causing his hips to shake. Then the pants were pulled down and that eagerly mouth was right over his dick, lips parted as the lithe man swallowed him whole, head moving up and down while the cheeks hollowed and a strong pair of hands held his hips down to prevent them to thrust into that warm mouth.

Niou’s lips were now over his arousal, teeth grazing the bothered flesh, gaining loud moans from above. The silver haired nudged Fuji for a kiss and Oshitari opened his eyes at the sudden lost of contact. He stared at the lips smacking into each other, moaning at the loud sucking sounds while his hips thrust up. Niou bent forward to kiss him, gently biting his lower lip, and then went back over his arousal, a pair of tongues and lips sending Oshitari into pure bliss.

The bespectacled man was now moaning loud and arching his back, the ropes on his wrists already forgotten. He tried his best subduing a scream when someone sucked hard at the head of his cock though he was not very successful. Then all the warm mouths suddenly disappeared and Oshitari’s eyes flew open in surprise.

Somehow Fuji and Niou had tugged his t-shirts off and they both were now sitting on the bluenette’s legs half naked. Niou was holding one of Fuji’s hands, lustfully licking the fingers, while the other one was shoved in the depths of the silver haired’s jeans. Oshitari did not know he had been keeping his breath at the vision until Niou gripped his cock and tightened it causing the man to yell. Then Oshitari’s teeth came down over his lower lip when Fuji slipped a wet finger into him. The digit twisted twice before pushing further then was joined by another. The lithe man began thrusting and crisscrossing them within the bluenette who could nothing but to scream when Niou added his own finger and pushed them deeper until they rubbed against that sweet spot.

Then Fuji withdrew his fingers and situated himself atop of Oshitari, his trousers and pants already off. He grabbed the man’s chin and eased his hardened cock into his mouth and the tied man was now sucking on it while shaking his hips, moaning and riding those digits that were hitting his prostate which every thrust. He whimpered when Niou withdrew them to tug off his own remaining clothes before lifting the bespectacled man's legs and situate himself.

Fuji rolled off of him as Niou eased himself in and some tiny grunts of pain left Oshitari’s now free mouth. The silver haired man started moving in and out carefully looking for that sweet spot again. The bluenette screamed out loud when he hit it and Niou smirked. He withdrew his cock until just the head was left in then slammed into the man pressing hard against his prostate. But instead of moving back he leaned forward for more access, pushing even further within the gasping man who was biting hard his lower lip trying no to scream at the tortuous sensation, arching his back and neck and fighting against the ropes again until both his lips and wrists were bleeding. He could hear Niou’s groans and Fuji’s husky voice at his ear nearly drove him mad.

“Ne, Yuushi, beg for it.”

Oshitari tried to lift his head in order to angrily stare at the men above him although it was pretty difficult. Fuji’s mouth was now nuzzling under his jaw and Oshitari was biting harder on his lower lip, the metallic taste of his blood mixed with his saliva. But then the brunette was licking across his lips and they parted crying out loud Niou’s name. The silver haired man’s smirk grew wider and he began to thrust into the panting man again as someone untied his wrists. Then Fuji was on all fours over him, tongue twirling at the tip of the bluenette’s cock.

Oshitari was now a moaning mess, gasping and groaning against pillow as he moved his hips forward to meet Niou’s every thrust. His eyes flew open when a tongue licked along the underside of his shaft. Without being instructed he grabbed Fuji’s hip and tilted his head to suck him off as the other man continue to move his head up and down, the vibrations of the muffled cries sending shivers down to Oshitari’s back. They continue thrusting and sucking each other, catching their own pace, the sounds of the wet sweaty flesh slamming against each other and their moans and groans rebounding off the walls arousing them to no end.

The bespectacled man sucked especially hard on the tip of Fuji’s cock causing him to scream as he reached his release. Oshitari’s lips parted as the lithe man came into his mouth, swallowing the bitter cum. He held the brunette’s hips in place and continue to suck the over-sensitive head of Fuji’s dick while Niou grabbed the light brown hair and pushed the man’s head back over Oshitari’s shaft, the screams at Fuji’s throat sending him to the edge. Then Niou slammed into him again, hitting hard that sweet spot and he was screaming out his name, thrusting up his hips and cuming into Fuji who rolled off to the bed, left as a sweaty coughing mess.

Niou leaned over Oshitari nudging him for a desperate kiss, the tongue leaving hot trails along his bloody lips as the metallic taste mixed with their saliva filling up their mouths. The silver haired cursed as he felt the man’s body tightening around him and the desire to cum tortured him. He thrust into the bluenette twice before coming, the sounds of his release remaining muffled into the kiss as well as Oshitari’s high-pitched scream when the cum filled him up pushing deeper inside of him. Then Niou collapsed over Oshitari, panting heavily then rolled off to the bed while they all kept trying to regain their breath.

Oshitari ran his tongue over his lips and noticed they were still bleeding then lowered his eyes to his shoulders and chest just to realize he was covered with red claims left by teeth and fingernails, not to mention his wrists were surely also wounded. He sighed, reaching to cover the three of them with the sheets as he tried to think of an excuse for all those bruises.

The hell, they were supposed to be playing darts.

Feedback and critical comments are realy welcomed 8)

JinDa & KoKame

2008-07-14T13:35:59Z

I'm still on my hiatus but I managed to get some internet time...

By the way, did you guys know that a month ago I used to hate RPS? No reason for it, I just didn't like to read it. But then I got introduced into KAT-TUN fics and everything changed...

All Jin's fault. 'Cause I love Jin whenever he's paired with Kame, Uepi, Yamapi or Ryo. He's just pure love.

So, here it comes my first JinDa ever. Hope you like it =)

Fandom: JE (KAT-TUN)
Pariring: JinDa (Jin&Ueda)
Prompt: "Jin, stop being a child. It doesn't hurt that much"
Disclaimer: I really really really wish these boys were mine but that's real life and not a fairy tale where wishes come true. And it sucks.

- Jin, abre la mano, por favor.

- ¡No!

- No podemos ayudarte si no lo haces.

- ¡Me da igual!

- Te hará más daño si tenemos que obligarte.

Akanishi giró la cara y cerró los ojos con gesto cabezota, apretando aún más el puño; casi al instante soltó un chillido y volvió a abrirlo gimoteando. Ueda sacudió la cabeza; estaba perdiendo la poca paciencia que tenía. Junto a ellos, Kamenashi rodó los ojos resignado y se cruzó de brazos antes de encarar al mayor.

- Por el amor de Dios, acabas de cumplir los veinticuatro; ¡compórtate como un adulto!

- ¡No, hace daño!

- Jin, no seas crío. No duele tanto.

Akanishi le dedicó a Ueda una expresión lastimera que no causó ningún efecto. El cantante se limitó a cruzar con Kamenashi una mirada exasperada. Justo en ese momento, Taguchi asomó la cabeza por la puerta de la sala de descanso.

- Hey, chicos… ¿Os queda mucho? No podemos seguir el ensayo sin vosotr…

El grito cabreado de Ueda le interrumpió. El chico había intentado abrirle la mano a Jin a la fuerza y éste le había empujado tirándole al suelo. Se levantó frotándose la espalda y avanzó con una expresión peligrosa hacia Akanishi, que corrió a esconderse detrás de Junno con un grito. El recién llegado se giró hacia Kame confundido, sin saber qué hacer.

- Junno, trae a Jin aquí.

Taguchi se giró y agarró al chico antes de que éste pudiera escaparse. Jin chilló y trató de liberarse, sacudiéndose y pataleando sin ningún resultado. El más alto le arrastró hasta una silla, donde lo mantuvo sentado a la fuerza.

- Vamos Jin, haz el favor de calmarte, ya no tienes tres años.

La expresión que el chico le dedicó a Ueda negaba de plano aquella afirmación. El cantante se arrodilló junto a la silla y le sostuvo la mano con fuerza; le costó un par de intentos y una patada conseguir abrirle el puño. Jin redobló sus esfuerzos por soltarse cuando Kame se agachó sobre él con las pinzas en la mano. Tardó apenas un minuto en incorporarse de nuevo con expresión triunfal, pero al mayor le bastó para armar un pandemónium. Se levantó de golpe tirando a Taguchi al suelo y se puso a saltar por la habitación como un loco, soltando aullidos de dolor. Ueda también se puso en pie y le agarró del cuello de la camisa cuando pasó a su lado.

- ¡Por Dios, Jin, cierra la puñetera boca! ¡Sólo era una maldita astilla!

- Uepi… - El aludido le dedicó un lloriqueo y una mirada de cachorrito que el otro ignoró.

- Te he dicho que te calles, Bakanishi.

Jin no tuvo tiempo de responder antes de encontrar sus labios bajo los del otro chico y una lengua desatada recorriendo su boca. Sonrió dentro del beso. Valía la pena hacer un poco el tonto sabiendo que Ueda siempre le callaba así.

“ Jin, open you hand, please”

“Don’t wanna!”

“Come on, we can’t help you if you don’t do it”

“I don’t mind!”

“It’ll hurt you more if we have to force you”

Akanishi turned his head and closed his eyes with a stubborn gesture, tighting his fist even more though he screamed and inmediately opened it again with a whimper. Ueda sighted; he had no much patience and it was already wasted. At their side, Kamenashi just rolled his eyed and crossed his arms uppon his chest before facing the older boy.

“For crying out loud, Jin, you’ve already turned twenty four. Behave like an adult!”

“Don’t wanna! It hurts!”

“Jin, stop being a child. It doesn’t hurt that much”

Akanishi turned to Ueda with a whimpering face that had no effect in the boy, who just shared with Kamenashi a exasperate look. Taguchi’s head peeked at the door of the restroom.

“Hey guys... Are you done? We can’t continue with the practice without y...”

Ueda’s angry shout interrumpted him. The singer had tried to open Jin’s hand and the boy had pushed him trhowing him to the floor. Ueda strightened up rubbing his back and walked towards Akanishi with a dangerous face. The treathened boy screamed and hidded behind Junno, who looked at Kame in confusion.

“Bring Jin here, Junno”

Taguchi turned back and grabbed the boy before he could react. Jin yelled and struggled triying to escape but there was no use. The taller boy dragged him to a chair and sat him down.

“Come on Jin, calm down. You’re not three years old anymore”

There was no better denial for that assertion than Akanishi’s face in that moment. Ueda shiged then kneeled at his side and held his hand. It wasn’t after some tries and a kick that he could finally open the boy’s fist. Jin began struggling harder when Kame bent over him with the pincers. He straightened up again less than a minute later but it was enough for Jin, who jumped up from the chair trhowing Junno to the floor and started jumping all over the room howling out of pain. Ueda also straightened up and grabbed the boy by the shirt when he jumped near him.

“You better shut your damn mouth up, Jin! It was just a little tiny fucking chip!”

“Uepi...” the boy gave a soft whimper and looked at the singer with puppy eyes though the other ignored him.

“I told you to shut up, Bakanishi”

Before he could answer the other boy’s lips were over him and a wild tonge was roaming his mouth. Jin smiled into the kiss. It was worthy to play dumb for a while if Ueda was to shut him up like that.

Fandom: JE (KAT-TUN)
Pairing: KoKame (Koki&Kame)
Prompt: "Why are you here, Kame?"
Disclaimer: I really really really wish these boys were mine but that's real life and not a fairy tale where wishes come true. And it sucks.
Notes: I was told to write angst and I totally failed. I don't really like this but the person who request it likes it so here it goes.

“I have to calm down. I must trust him”

Tanaka Koki had been telling it to himself for more than an hour. Kamenashi had told him they couldn’t meet that afternoon because he was going to meet Akanishi and there was no reason for him to lie to his boyfriend. Kame was an honest man who had never lied to him and so, Koki was sure he could trust him. But those girls...

Since he coudn’t meet his boyfriend Koki had gone for a walk. He was sitting in the train when he realized some high school grils where staring at him and giggling. When the train stopped the fangirls passed near him to get down so he couldn’t help to hear one of them saying that it was such a lucky thing that they had met Kamenashi in Shibuya and then Tanaka there. Koki frozened. Kame was in Shibuya? The boy had told him he was going to meet Akanishi and the rapper was sure the girls hadn’t said anything about the singer being with Jin though the two of them hanging around together would have drove the fangirls mad.

Koki had went off of the train at the next station and ended up in a cafe staring at his cellular while struggling against that inner voice that was telling him to call Akanishi because Kame would never lie to him and he had to trust his boyfriend. And so an hour later he was searching Akanishi’s number.

“Jin? Koki here”

“What on earth do you want? I was busy right now, you know”

“Where are you?”

“What’s up with that question? I’m at home! Why do you want to know it?”

“Where’s Kame?”

“Why should I know it, baka? He’s your boyfriend, you’re the one who is supposed to know where he is”

“He told me we couldn’t meet ‘cause he was meeting you”

“He haven’t told me anything and he’s not there”

“That’s so unlike him...”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m busy. Farewell!”

And so after the calling Koki was even more concerned about Kame. He had sat in the cafe for another half an hour then rushed to get a taxi and went to Shibuya.

He saw him the same moment the car entered Shibuya. The rapper threw a bill to the driver’s face and rushed down. Kame was looking at a shop’s glass and so not facing him but there was no way he was mistaken.

“Kazuya!” The boy raised his head and looked for the one calling him. “Oi, Kazuya!”

Kame finally turned towards him though his face become pale when he saw his boyfriend. Koki stopped in front of him.

“Why are you here, Kame”

“Akanishi went to...”

“Akanishi is at home, Kame” Koki interrupted him. “Stop lying already”

Kame looked down then raised his eyes with a desesperate and defeated look. He sighed and searched for a moment in his handbag before turning again to his boyfriend with an object in his hand. This time was Koki’s face that turned pale.

“You left it at my place the other day... I was about to return it to you but Ran-chan catched it and wanted to play so when I tried to take it off from him... He tore it apart. It was your favourite cap and I know you bought it here so I came to look for another one but I didn’t find anyone similar to it. I’m really sorry” Kame looked at his boyfriend’s blank expression. “Koki, say something please”

Koki closed his eyes then took a deep breathe while tightning and loosing his fists. It was only that. All of this was just for that cap. He opened his eyes and smiled at his boyfriend.

“You should have told me about it. I won’t get mad at you. It wasn’t your fault, was it? I shouldn’t have left it at your place. Now let’s go for a drink, you owes me a date” Kame blinked then smiled happily. “I’ll have time to kill your fucking dog later, ne?”

Hi there!

2008-07-01T11:42:14Z

The hell. I had wrote a nice upload and I don't now what I did but I deleted it ¬¬

Well, I was just rambling about my happiness right now 'cause ayu_tcame yesterday to spend the day together and I really had fun and 'cause I'm leaving to the beach (Sanxenxo ^^) on Friday and 'cause I'm gonna hang out with Belén for the first time in a while ^^

And now, a little fic!

Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Oshitobe
Rate: Safe, but very fluffy
Prompt: The past is just a prologue
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine 'cause they belong to Konomi and the prompt is not mine 'cause it belongs to Shakespeare and I took it from 10instantes. So at least only the plot is mine and it is not a good one.
Notes: Thanks to my proofreader theprerogative^^

El timbre de la puerta principal resonó por toda la casa pero Atobe no tenía ganas de levantarse de la cama, como tampoco las había tenido el día anterior, ni el anterior a aquel, ni ninguno de los más de quince que ya habían pasado desde que Oshitari se fuera. Se envolvió un poco más en el edredón y esperó a que el mayordomo abriera.

Recordó que ya no tenía mayordomo cuando el timbre taladró el silencio de nuevo. A decir verdad, ya no tenía servicio de ningún tipo. Al principio habían seguido trabajando allí pero los constantes gritos, los insultos, las amenazas, los portazos y los golpes, los platos rotos, las marcas de sangre en la pared y la bofetada a una de las camareras el día que volvió a encontrar en el baño toallas para dos terminaron de asustarlos y, tal vez pensando que su jefe enloqueciera, habían ido abandonando el lugar. Entonces, pensó, tal vez fuera Jiroh, y como el rubito tenía llaves entraría cuando se cansara de picar.

Un tercer timbrazo devolvió a su mente el hecho de que su amigo había dejado de visitarlo hacía ya tiempo. Cuando se enteró de que Oshitari se había ido, había querido ayudarle, estar con él para animarlo. Pero después de días de acompañarle en silencio mientras lloraba, o dormía, o simplemente miraba a lo lejos con la mente perdida, de obligarle a comer sin apenas conseguirlo y de tratar de sacarlo de su ensimismamiento con conversaciones que morían al no encontrar respuesta o ser contestadas con gritos furiosos, el pequeño se había cansado y le había dejado allí, con un “Llámame cuando vuelvas” entre triste y enfadado.

El estridente timbrazo sonó por cuarta vez y como fuera que quién llamaba no parecía tener intención de rendirse, Atobe acabó por levantarse de la cama. No se molestó en tratar de disimular los ojos rojos e hinchados, ni las marcas de lágrimas en las mejillas; no se puso una bata sobre la camiseta vieja y arrugada, ni unas zapatillas en los pies descalzos. Ni siquiera trató de arreglarse el despeinado cabello. Simplemente se levantó y cruzó los pasillos de la casa como un fantasma para plantarse delante de la puerta, dispuesto a echar de allí a quienquiera que estuviera al otro lado.

Porque obviamente, no esperaba que fuera él.

Oshitari tenía un aspecto terrible. Llevaba el mismo chándal viejo que tenía puesto cuando se fue, sólo que mucho más andrajoso y sucio. Tenía el rostro consumido, los ojos rodeados por grandes y profundas ojeras. Ni siquiera llevaba sus habituales gafas, que asomaban rotas del bolsillo del pantalón. El cabello, sucio y enmarañado, le caía sobre la cara, empapado por la lluvia que caía. Atobe palideció. Su mano resbaló del pomo de la puerta y golpeó contra su costado. Retrocedió un par de pasos y luego, vacilante, volvió a avanzar para alzar la mano y acariciarle el rostro, despacio, muy despacio, apenas tocándole, apenas rozando con los dedos las gotas de agua que le rodaban por la cara porque era un espejismo tan hermoso que tal vez si acercaba, se desvaneciera. Fue Oshitari el que se movió hacia delante, sujetando la mano del chico contra su mejilla, cerrando los ojos, sonriendo feliz, deleitándose con el contacto. Atobe se lanzó hacia él, tirándolos a los dos al suelo; le rodeó con los brazos, se aferró a su camiseta, pegó el rostro a su cuello y dejó que el otro lo alzara y lo llevara a su habitación.

* * *

La casa parecía brillar más con el dentro, la habitación parecía más acogedora y la cama, más cálida cuando él estaba tumbado a su lado, o al menos eso creía Keigo. Aún no había soltado a Yuushi, que también le abrazaba, ocupado en extasiarse con el aroma de su cabello. Atobe se estrechó un poco más contra su pecho.

- Te quiero. Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero. No volveré a dejarte marchar. Volveremos a empezar de cero y esta vez...

- No.

Atobe se quedó helado. De pronto, el mundo volvió a parecerle oscuro y horrible, y aquella angustia horrible volvió a llenar su pecho; sintió que se mareaba.

- No volveremos a empezar de cero. ¿De qué serviría? Volvería a pasar. Volvería a irme. Volveríamos a sufrir igual. Keigo, te quiero, y en estos quince días me he dado cuenta de lo más importante que sabré nunca: mi vida es un infierno si ti. Volver a empezar de cero supondría olvidar eso.

- Entonces, todo hasta ahora...

- ¿Dónde se ha visto un cuento de hadas sin dramón? Parece mentira, ¿nunca te leyeron La Bella Durmiente? Nuestra historia feliz comienza ahora... Fíjate, tenemos una linda princesita – le besó en la frente con una sonrisa traviesa; Keigo le golpeó en el pecho como cada vez que decía algo así -, un príncipe azul – sonrió arrogante y esta vez el golpe fue un poco más fuerte -, e incluso una mansión. Nos faltan las perdices, y fijo que tú puedes conseguir algunas en menos de un minuto. Hasta ahora... era sólo la introducción.

The doorbell rang through the house but Atobe did not react to it. Not today, not yesterday, nor any of the fifteen days since Oshitari left. Instead he wrapped the sheets around him and waited for the butler to answer the door.

It was when the doorbell rang a second time that he remembered that he no longer had a butler, or any domestic service staff for that matter. Atobe knew it was his own fault. When his boyfriend left, he had vented on his staff and in fear they left them too. Insults, threats, violence, all because he found towels for two in his bathroom when there were no longer two of them in the same house.

Maybe it was Jiroh, Atobe thought, but the blonde had keys to the house, so he could open the door himself for all he cared.

But when the bell rang once again, he remembered that his friend would not visit him again. Not after what he had done. All Jiroh wanted to do was help cheer him up after being told of Oshitari’s abandonment. But after days of watching Atobe wallow in self-pity and hopelessness yet not being able to do anything at all, Jiroh gave up and left too.

“Call me when you come back Atobe.” Such sad, angry last words from an old friend.

The doorbell rang for a fourth time and whoever it was did not seem to want to stop. It was then Atobe finally gave up. Getting out of bed, he did not care that his eyes were red or tears stained his cheeks, or that he was still in his pyjamas and his hair was a mess. He shuffled through the corridors like a ghost. All the better to scare whoever was at the door. Atobe just wanted to be left alone, was that too much to ask for?

But he did not expect him. Of all people. Him.

Oshitari looked nothing like himself. He was in the same tracksuit he had worn the day he left, albeit a lot dirtier now. His eyes surrounded by large dark circles (No not his glasses, they were in his pocket, broken). His hair wet and mussed up from the rain.

Atobe turned pale as his hand slipped from the doorframe. He took a step back, only to take the same step forward to raise his hand to the other’s face. A caress, soft and slow, barely ghosting the raindrops that ran down Oshitari’s cheeks. It had to be a vision, a beautiful dream. Because if he pressed closer, he was sure Oshitari would fade away. But Oshitari was real and he moved forward, pressing Atobe’s hand closer to his cheek. The next moment happened in a flash. Atobe wasn’t sure if he threw himself towards the other or if Oshitari drew him close. Because in a split second, they were both on ground, so close he could hardly breathe. But he couldn’t care less, not now, when Oshitari’s embrace was so real. There were no words between them. Sweet silence. Why waste words when his touch said everything? Atobe clung tighter when his boyfriend lifted him and led them back to his bedroom.

* * *

The house seemed to brighten up when Oshitari was around. The bed warmer when the other was lying by his side. Everything seemed better now that they were together. Atobe took in the familiar sight, turning his face to meet Oshitari’s gaze.

“I love you. I love you, I love you,” Atobe would never get tired of saying it. “I love you and I’ll never let you leave again. We can start again from the beginning…”

“No.”

His heart skipped a beat at the answer. Atobe willed himself not to falter but his thunder-struck expression betrayed him. For a moment, his world lost all vestiges of light.

“Starting again from the beginning would be pointless. This would happen again. I would leave and we would suffer,” Oshitari paused, struggling for the right words.

“Keigo, I love you. And in the past fifteen days I’ve had an epiphany.” Oshitari’s gaze was steady, fixated on cerulean blue. “I can’t live without you. Starting again from the beginning would mean forgetting this.”

“So…” Atobe started, confusion and worry evident in his eyes.

“I don’t want us to forget this. I mean…” Oshitari licked his lips. “Haven’t you read Snow White? There’s no happily ever after without the drama,” he explained slowly.

“Our happy story starts now. You see, we have a beautiful princess,” he kissed Atobe’s forehead and got a smack on his chest. Like always. Good times. Old memories.

“A brave prince,” he smiled arrogantly and Atobe hit him again. “And even a mansion.”

Oshitari trailed off, letting a small smile grace his lips.

“Up till now… It was just our prologue Keigo.”

Our happily ever after awaits.

A little more drabble =P

Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Sleepless
Rate: Safe
Summary: Jiroh wants Atobe to go shopping with him but Ore-sama is very busy.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine 'cause they belong to Konomi.
Notes: Germany losed and Spain won the Eurocup so this is for katsatonamatand not for hikari_ishikawa=P I'll translate it when I feel like it...

- Ne, ne, Atobe, ¡ven conmigo esta tarde!

- Ore-sama está sumamente ocupado esta tarde.

- Saa, ¿y qué se supone que tienes que hacer?

- Asuntos de negocios, muy complicados. Y Ore-sama no tiene porque darte explicaciones.

- Mou... Pero si voy solo me perderé...

- Ore-sama te dará un chófer, y puedes llevarte a Mukahi.

- Pero yo quiero ir contigo.

- Ore-sama está sumamente ocupado esta tarde.

Atobe miró de reojo a Jiroh, desconfiando del mohín del rubito. Jiroh nunca se rendía tan fácilmente. Pero de ninguna de las maneras pensaba salir de compras con él. Ore-sama no salía de compras. Los criados se encargaban de abastecer la casa, si quería comprar algo en especial llamaba a la tienda y ellos se lo traían, si quería ropa, llamaba a su modista. Ore-sama no iba a vulgares centros comerciales. Jiroh alzó el rostro y él se apresuró a apartar la vista. Si su mirada se posaba sobre aquellos ojos aunque sólo fuera un instante, no podría volver a negarle nada.

- Yo quería ir contigo... Además, dijiste que te ocuparías de mí mientras mis padres estuvieran fuera, y no quiero quedarme solo en tu casa. Es demasiado grande; me pierdo y me duermo y cuando despierto ya no sé dónde estoy.

Atobe le lanzó una mirada a Jiroh al tiempo que se preguntaba por qué demonios había accedido a cuidar del rubito durante la ausencia de sus padres, cuando podría haber disfrutado de una semana tranquila y agradable. Ah, ya, claro. Por aquellos ojos. Se preguntó que tendrían para destruir en un instante todo su autodominio al tiempo que suspiraba y le indicaba al chófer que se dirigiera hacia el centro de la ciudad. A su lado, Jiroh lanzó un gritito y saltó en el asiento. Atobe intuyó que iba a ser una tarde muy larga.

El rubito le arrastró por media ciudad, y como estaba demasiado excitado como para quedarse quieto en el asiento tuvieron que ir andando. Pasaron por al menos un centenar de tiendas y compraron al menos otros tantos objetos. Jiroh compró una gorra nueva, unos pantalones, un cinturón y una cartera, e incluso consiguió que Atobe le comprara una camiseta y le invitara a dulces. Por su parte, Atobe acabó por ceder ante la insistencia de su compañero y se compró un sombrero que, todo sea dicho, no le quedaba del todo mal. De alguna manera de la que no estaba del todo seguro, acabó la tarde en un sitio tan vulgar como los arcades mientras el rubito saltaba emocionadísimo a su alrededor, gritándole que deberían ir a jugar a aquel juego tan genial que acababan de poner y al que Ore-sama no tenía ninguna intención de acercarse.

Cuando al fin Jiroh se sintió lo bastante satisfecho como para volver a casa, ya era de noche. Atobe caminaba hacia el coche frotándose levemente las sienes, presa de un insistente dolor de cabeza. El chófer les seguía un par de pasos por detrás, prácticamente sepultado por todas las bolsas, y Jiroh les esperaba ya dando saltitos junto a la puerta. Por enésima vez aquella tarde se preguntó de dónde sacaba una energía tan desbordante alguien que se pasaba la vida durmiendo cuando él mismo estaba cansado, y por qué no podía hacer uso de ella en los entrenamientos en lugar de llevarle a él de compras.

Camino de su mansión, Atobe iba distraído mirando las luces de Tokio por la ventanilla, pensando en cómo había desaprovechado la tarde y en el millón de cosas que podría haber hecho en lugar de dejarse arrastrar por el rubito cuando, de pronto, sintió un peso muerto sobre sus rodillas. Al bajar la vista, vio a Jiroh acurrucado en el asiento, con la cabeza apoyada en su regazo y una mano aferrada a sus pantalones.

Dudó unos instantes antes de enredar su mano en el cabello del rubito y empezar a acariciarle. Jiroh suspiró satisfecho y se encogió aún más. Atobe pensó que, quizás, la tarde no había resultado tan inútil.

Hope you liked them. Comment please!

Meme here!

2008-06-25T21:19:08Z

I need to be doing one hundred things at the same time in order not to be bored. And as watching a KAT-TUN concert, cheking out the tuenti, chatting throug the messenger, talking to my dog, cheking the f-list and downloading KAT-TUN's performances is not enough because of my lack of attention... Let's do some memes =)

Snagged from allalabeth_san

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-)

1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

I do like reading but it seems I haven't read much eh? ^^U

Snagged from a1y_puff

Fill the questions please!!!

1. Name:
2. Birthday:
3. Where do you live:
4: What are you studying/What are you working as:
5. What makes you happy:
6. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:
7. What is particularly good/bad about my LJ:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
10. Favorite place to be:
11. Favorite lyric:
12. Best time of the year:
13. Weirdest food you like:

RECOMMEND
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A song:
4: A band:

FANDOM
1. Favorite Fandom:
2. OTP/OT3:
3. Icon/Fic Journal (so I can join):

PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Put this in your lj so I can tell you what I think of you?:

That's all for today, KAT-TUN is waiting for me!

Yeah, I'm obsessed, so why? ¬¬

Drabbles here

2008-06-15T14:15:40Z

Uhm...

I'm falling asleep. Yesterday I didn't go to bed until 4 a.m. because I wanted to end watching Nobuta but I still have two episodes left. I really really love this series although I didn't like neither Shuuji nor Akira at first. I got very excited as the plot went on... I really love them both now ^^
I've also downloaded One Pound Gospel and it's a really amusing series I love. I also like Tadashii but the subtitles sucks...

Yukan Club is pure love. I love Miroku the most but also Sheishiro ^^ I laughed really hard while watching this series although it was my second time watching it.

I've also been watching lots of videos of KAT-TUN and I love them more and more every time I watch one. They are cute and amusing ^^

And yeah, I need I life...

Here you have some drabbles.

Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Atobe/Hiyoshi
Summary: While Atobe and Hiyoshi are playing a match some memories come to Gakuto's mind.
Disclaimer: All Konomi's.
Notes: The Spanish version is somewhere here in my lj. Thanks to

a1y_puff for being my favourite proofreader ^^

Everybody was silent in Hyotei’s tennis grounds. All of the club members were gathering in the steps. Even Sakaki was there to arbitrate the match. The coach being there was the best proof of the importance of the event.

It was the last week for the third year ones and so the club had organized some activities for the members. The tournament was just one of the activities and it wouldn’t have been so important if it wasn’t for the final match: Atobe Keigo, the current captain, and Hiyoshi Wakashi, who everyone expected to be the next one. The match was something like a ceremony of successions, although everybody already knew who was going to win.

On the steps, Gakuto was trembling, and not because of the nerves. It was pretty difficult for him not to laugh. He just couldn’t help it. Everytime he saw these two, certain memories came to his mind.

* * *

He didn’t mean to see it. He was trying to surprise Yuushi, and that was why he was in the locker room when they came in. And as he didn’t want the others to see him – Yuushi told him the femenine uniform looked great on him. The boy doubted the others would think the same way – he rushed into a locker. He was sure the others would go out soon and then he would be free to get out.

Yet there were strange noises after the door was closed. Although maybe ‘strange’ was not the correct word for the noises. Gakuto stood on his tiptoes to see what was going on outside the locker and his eyes got widened immediately.

The ones who just entered the locker room were Atobe and Hiyoshi. It would have been ok if they hadn’t been kissing madly. Atobe was pressing the younger boy against the wall and slipped his hand inside his trousers. Gakuto was sure his face had gotten as flushed as the kouhai. If only they would stop kissing soon after, Gakuto thought he could stand them after this incident by not looking at them in the eye for some time, but in fact, they didn’t stop. However he wasn’t able to get out so he couldn’t help it could do nothing about it.

They had been totally naked in a few minutes and thank goodness they didn’t notice the redhead. But it looked like Hiyoshi didn’t want to be the passive one that time because when Atobe tried to get into him, he struggled. Atobe laughed and ignored the kohai, who muttered something with an upset face. Gakuto didn’t need to hear it to know what the boy was saying.

“Gekokujou”.

* * *

Oshitari punched him lightly to take his mind back just as the ball bounced out of Hiyoshi’s reach; Atobe had just won the first game. The kohai made an upset gesture and muttered his catchy prhase.

Gakuto couldn’t hold it any longer. Soon, his laughter rang out loud all over the place.

Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Yukimura/Atobe, implied Tango Pair at the end
Summary: Atobe goes to an art exposition and meet Yukimura. Somehow they both end up going out for a coffee.
Disclaimer: All Konomi's.
Notes: hikari_ishikawaasked for this pairing so this goes for her. Also lots of thanks to my beta who prefers not to be mentioned.

Atobe recorría la galería despacio, paseando la vista por los cuadros sin fijarse mucho en ellos. En realidad sólo estaba allí porque uno de sus clientes más importantes era un gran amante del arte y había hablado maravillas de aquella exposición; como el joven quería causarle una buena impresión en la próxima reunión, había decidido ir a echarle un vistazo.

Se detuvo de pronto ante un cuadro, algo sorprendido. Casi parecía una fotografía y sin embargo las luces lo hacían diferente, extraño… atractivo. Tokio brillaba, con sus altísimas torres, bajo una luz dorada de atardecer. No es que fuera una estampa especialmente magnífica, pero tenía algo especial. A Atobe le gustaba, aunque no hubiera sabido decir por qué. Estaba a punto de mirar el autor cuando una voz suave lo llamó.

- ¡Atobe-san! ¡Qué sorpresa verte por aquí!

Al principio no reconoció la voz. Al fin y al cabo era uno de los empresarios más influyentes de la ciudad, y debía de ser la enésima persona que le saludaba desde que había entrado. Así pues, compuso una sonrisa y se dio la vuelta.

- ¡Yukimura-san!

El chico no había cambiado apenas desde los años de instituto. Quizás fuera algo más alto y esbelto, quizá tuviera los rasgos algo más marcados. Pero el cabello, largo y sedoso, seguía enmarcándole el hermoso rostro, siempre adornado con una sonrisa amable.

- No sabía que te gustara la pintura, Atobe-san – el empresario asintió vagamente, concentrado de nuevo en el cuadro -. ¿Te gusta la obra?

- Es… especial.

- Gracias.

Atobe se giró y observó sorprendido al chico ante él, que sonreía con la cabeza ladeada. Con su aspecto cuidado y su ropa elegante no parecía un pintor. Aunque quizá aquello tuviera algo que ver con que siempre se había imaginado a los pintores desaliñados y bohemios. Le observó durante un instante más, asintió para sí y devolvió su atención al cuadro. Ambos permanecieron en silencio unos minutos.

- ¿Te apetece salir a tomar un café?

Atobe nunca se había tratado con Yukimura y no podía imaginarse de qué querría el chico hablar con él, pero de todos modos no tenía nada mejor que hacer y la voz del excapitán del Rikkai tenía algo de irresistible, así que acabaron en una pequeña cafetería a un rato de allí. El empresario pidió un café, y el camarero parecía conocer al pintor, porque a éste le bastó un gesto de la mano para encargar un té. Hablaron de sus tiempos como tenistas, de los torneos, de lo que había sido de sus antiguos compañeros y rivales; habían hablado de los negocios del uno y del arte del otro. De alguna forma hablaron tanto que se hizo de noche y Atobe se encontró, de nuevo bajo el influjo de aquella voz inapelable, acompañando al chico a casa.

Yukimura se paró ante el portal abierto y se volvió para acercarse a Atobe hasta casi rozarle. Éste se removió inquieto y quiso apartarse pero antes de que pudiera hacer nada las manos del pintor, sorprendentemente fuertes pese a su aspecto, le sujetaron por las solapas del traje. Atobe empezó a preguntarle qué demonios estaba haciendo pero entonces los labios del chico se posaron sobre los suyos y él fue incapaz de pensar en nada. Con los ojos como platos sintió como la lengua presionaba contra sus labios hasta abrirlos y entrar en su boca para acariciar la suya propia. Cuando se separaron, Yukimura le colocó un dedo fino y esbelto sobre los labios para mantenerlo callado al tiempo que le colocaba bien la chaqueta del traje como si no hubiera pasado nada.

Yukimura volvió al portal, pero antes de cerrar la puerta se giró para encarar de nuevo a un estupefacto Atobe que aún no se había movido del sitio. Le dedicó una mirada valorativa al tiempo que sonreía travieso.

- Saa… Genichiro siempre ha sabido escoger bien.

Atobe walked slowly through the gallery looking at the pictures on display without really paying much attention. The only reason for his presence was to impress a regular business associate, an art lover who invited him to the exposition. He continued pacing through the exhibit hall and suddenly stopped before a particular painting, which gave an illusion of a photo. The use of light and shadow made the painting different and strangely attractive, the image of Tokyo shimmering underneath the glimmer of a new dawn. It wasn’t perfect but somehow Atobe thought it was interesting and he liked it, although he didn’t know why. He was about to check the name of the artist when a soft voice caught his attention.

“Atobe-san! What a surprise, I was not expecting to see you here!” A gentleman called.

He didn’t recognize the voice at first. Atobe was a well-known business entrepreneur in the city and he was acknowledged by the other visitors once he entered the gallery. He smiled and turned to face the gentleman.

“Yukimura-san!” Atobe answered.

The man hasn’t changed since his high school days, a bit taller and thinner, but his long, silky blue hair still framed his beautiful face and he still has the same gentle smile.

“I would have never thought of you as an art lover, Atobe-san.” Yukimura mused.

Atobe could only nod in reply.

“Do you like this painting?” Yukimura asked, touching the frame of the art piece Atobe was interested in.

“It’s... special, unique.” Atobe replied, eyeing the painting as well.

“Thank you.” Yukimura smiled happily.

Atobe turned and stared at the smiling young man, surprised at discovering he was the artist responsible for the painting he liked. Yukimura was not the type of artist Atobe imagined, since he was fashionably dressed. The businessman thought painters were unsophisticated and untidy. He stared at the painting once more, admiring it in silence.

“Do you want to go out for a coffee?” Yukimura offered.

Atobe was never friends with Yukimura, he couldn’t imagine why the former Rikkaidai captain would want to talk to him. But he found Yukimura’s voice irresistible and he didn’t have anything else to do, so he accepted.

They walked to a near café, where Yukimura seemed to be a regular customer. Atobe ordered a cup of coffee while the other simply made a hand gesture and the waiter brought him tea. They talked about their high school days, about tennis and their old team mates, their former rivals and what they had done in life. Atobe talked about his business ventures and Yukimura discussed about his art. They spent the whole afternoon talking and didn’t realize the time. It was quite late when they left the café and Atobe couldn’t help but offer to walk his artist friend home as the man’s voice was so irresistible.

When they finally reached Yukimura’s apartment, the artist paused in front of the open door and turned towards Atobe, close enough to hear his heart beat. Atobe felt nervous and attempted to step back but before he could move, Yukimura grabbed him by his suit lapel.

“What the hell are you……” Atobe suddenly felt the other man’s lips on his own.

His eyes widened, surprised to feel the artist’s tongue licked his lips until it parted slightly, then caressing the inside of his mouth, stroking his own tongue, sweet and lusciously. When they parted, Yukimura gently pressed his index finger on Atobe’s lips to keep him quiet, while he straightened the former Hyotei buchou’s expensive suit.

Yukimura looked him over once more before he slowly paced backwards into his apartment. Atobe stood unmoving, still shocked by the unexpectedly delicious kiss from Yukimura. The handsome artist naughtily smile and gave him a valorative look.

“ Saa, Genichiro has always known how to make the right choice” He muttered before disappearing behind the door.

My dog ~~(actually he's my aunt's dog but nevermind)~~ has been with me the whole weekend ^^ He loves lying near me and barking at me until I get up and play with him. He's the cutest thing ever ~~and a pain in the ass sometimes.~~ Say "Hi!" to Pepo! =P

KAT-TUN rocks!

2008-06-07T15:09:58Z

I'm bored, I've a headache and I'm falling asleep but I've snagged this meme from

faire_estela and anyway I've nothing better to do.

101 KAT-TUN questions. The bolded ones to me. Italics are my comments.

1. Brush off other people hitting high notes because it can't compare to Jin's Gold Ballad Version note.

2. You attempt to turn your male friends into fans to confuse their sexual identity.

3. You scream "Why Jennifer Why?"

4. Car Shrimp is your favorite type of vehicle and food at the same time.

5. You don't care for ninjas anymore after Kaizokuban.

6. You want to name your goldfish Junno. My goldfishes died last week... But if I ever buy a cat I want to name him Jin ^^U

7. You go up to random people and say "Shall we BOUZU?"

8. Bye Bicycle is your way of saying bye.

9. You actually make the bicycle handle movement when you say Bye Bicycle.

10. The best phone in existence is DoCoMo.

11. You immediately become a fan of everyone and anyone that appears on Cartoon KAT-TUN.

12. The best lip gloss in existence is Rohto.

13. You looked up Oshiri Kajiri Mushi because of Kame.

14. You've developed a fascination for turtles because of Kame.

15. You have an odd desire to put some plaid around your waist. What's plaid?

16. You tell your friends you want to become a beatboxer.

17. You want to learn how to juggle and tap dance at the same time.

18. Scream while watching Domoto Koichi things because KAT-TUN took their dance moves from him so that makes you excited.

19. You can fill up 5GB or more in a day.

20. One mag scan has more MB than a song.

21. Adopts Jingrish as you official language. Actually my English sounds worse than Jin's xDD

22. Scours vintage stores for Rolling Stones shirts and merchandise.

23. Has thought about buying a Rolling Stones shirt or merchandise online because you couldn't find it after checking the stores.

24. You refuse to download any interview or talk that's not subbed because you know people will sub it.

25. Dropping jewelery into water from a boat is now related to Tatta Hitotsu no Koi and not Titanic.

26. Think that guys with pelts plastered all over them is pretty hot. What's plastered?

27. Think that guys with random fingernails painted is pretty hot. I've always thought that, though.

28. Attempts to learn everything about Baseball which has now become your favourite sport because of Kame.

29. Tries to convince your male friends to buy Ed Hardy brand clothes because it's the closest thing to Johnnys.

30. Tell everyone that Dolce and Gabbana is the hottest brand ever, especially for men's underwear.

31. Knows all the names of Koki's brothers.

32. Liked Gackt again because Ueda likes him.

33. Hated Nishikido Ryo for being mean to KAT-TUN.

34. Liked Kusano ten-fold more when you found out he was a Kame fanboy.

35. Find yourself buying more accessories and jewelery because of KAT-TUN.

36. Best musical in the world is Dream Boys hands down.

37. Has bought more than a thousand dollars worth of KAT-TUN things.

38. Your wallpaper has KAT-TUN.

39. Your wallpaper or icon/avatar has something to do with Keep the Faith.

40. Actually listened to whatever song Yuichi advertises you to listen to while falling asleep in his manual/blog/message thing.

41. Has completely abandoned all previous fandoms for KAT-TUN.

42. Thinks something is talking about Kame when you read Nino's name.

43. Guys touching each other, kissing, on top of each other is totally normal. I thought it before I knew about KAT-TUN, actually.

44. You laugh at people who are anti-KAT-TUN or don't know who they are.

45. All guys should know how to work a cane, a chair and know how to pole dance.

46. Your friends who don't like them can still name them.

47. Support 5 pairings at once because, heck, they're all good.

48. KAT-TUN is your portal to JE.

49. KAT-TUN is your portal to Hey!Say7!Jump.

50. You think Nakajima Yuto is cool because he's cool with Kame.

51. All guys should have an obsession with candy like Jin in Yukan.

52. Your goal in life is to find a job that relates to KAT-TUN. Your life must be pretty sad if your goal is that...

53. You reason for going to Japan is because you want to stalk a member of KAT-TUN. Not only this but oh well...

54. Lip syncing is totally okay with you now. What's syncing?

55. You think a real boyband needs to act, sing, dance, fanservice, beatbox, tapdance, do theater, know how to play instruments or else they're posers.

56. The first time you've been on Yahoo Japan auctions was because of KAT-TUN merchandise.

57. The first DVD tour you've bought was KAT-TUN.

58. The first single you ever bought was KAT-TUN.

59. You have never contemplated buying another version of anything till you got into KAT-TUN.

60. You attempt to give you and your friends a "group" name by rearranging the first letters of your last names.

61. Your PARENTS know who KAT-TUN is and which one is your favourite.

62. You think Ueda looks better than most if not all jrockers.

63. You have been turned off by all the guys at your school/uni/workplace because none can compare to your favourite KAT-TUN member well. Not like my classmates are handsome anyway

64. Your binders and notebooks are littered with KAT-TUN pics.

65. Your teacher knows who KAT-TUN is. I did a composition about them for my English class ^^

66. Your wall has more KAT-TUN than actual... wall.

67. You refuse to believe that Junno looks like Changmin from DBSK. Don't know who is Changmin oO

68. You have the subbed and nonsubbed versions of all their PVs in high quality.

69. The first lyrics you ever memorized the whole thing of was a KAT-TUN song.

70. Have all versions of Real Face.

71. You left your passion for anime to watch Johnny dramas, screw animation it's all about real bishies.

72. Whenever someone mentions cancer or terminal illnesses you think of Yuuki.

73. Whenever you see Ohguri Shun you think of him bawling his eyes out in Yuuki.

74. Motorcycles never looked so good till Jin sat on one.

75. The first time you ever maxed out on Megaupload was after you became a KAT-TUN fan.

76. You spent over an hour trying to hack Megaupload to d/l more KAT-TUN things.

77. You used to think Mr. Johnny was a gay child molester, now you think he's God Again.(/child molester)

78. You never thought that a guy was hot with a belly button piercing till you saw Jin.

79. You never thought yukatas looked so good till you saw KAT-TUN wearing them.

80. You have no idea where the hell Uebo came from but you call Ueda that anyway because it's the cutest thing you've ever heard.

81. You started watching One Piece because Luffy is Jin and Kame's favorite anime character. I've liked Luffy since the first time I watch OP and it was about a year ago...

82. Doraemon is the best anime ever. Not the better, but the first I saw ^^U Anyway, is this question related to KAT-TUN? oO

83. You quote KAT-TUN lyrics for inspiration.

84. Has cried watching the KAT-TUN real face tour.

85. You believe KAT-TUN is good for losing weight, you sweat, writhe, laugh and never have enough money for actual food.

86. You didn't know what OTP or OT3 was before you got into KAT-TUN.

87. You've saved paparazzi photos of their houses.

88. July 4th isn't the U.S independence day anymore - it's Jin's birthday!

89. You never cared who Morimoto Shintaro was... until he played Kame's little brother in Dream Boys.

90. You've listened to the Kame version of Seishun Amigo [more] than the actual version with Yamapi.

91. You watched Blades of Glory and when the guy came out with the peacock all you could think of was Seishin Junno.

92. You watched Gokusen 2 before you watched Gokusen, if you even watched the first one at all.

93. Skipped parts of Gokusen 2 unless Kame and Jin were in the frame.

94. Didn't know any actresses names until you got into KAT-TUN.

95. You used up a lot of brain cells trying to figure out who did the coughing part during Signal.

96. You always do the hand motion whenever Real Face comes on. I don't understand this question oO

97. You would try to eat something that looks complete inedible and gross if someone from KAT-TUN tasted it and said it was Umai.

98. You run out of breath more from watching KAT-TUN than you do running during Gym class.

99. You want a skull ring.

100. Cross dressing is totally fine with you, in fact you think it's kind of cute.

101. You didn't realize you were that crazy about KAT-TUN until you read the last 100 descriptions and LOLed when you realized how many applied to you. There aren't much that can apply to me...

It seems like I'm not obsessed with them... Not yet. Just wait for it.

I'll post some drabbles soon... Maybe next week.

And you know what? We are in June so it's summer but today is the first sunny day we have had for more than a month.

Yes, I should be studying again ¬¬

2008-05-22T16:36:46Z

Peeeeeeeero... No me apetece =P

Aunque en fin, mejor me pongo y esas cosas que no quiero suspender. Y son cuatro temas. Y no tengo mirado más que la mitad de uno. T_T

Pasaba sólo para un detallín:

¡Felicidades por tu cumple, Eli!

Dejo por aquí el regalito =P

Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Atobe / Hiyoshi ~~(y que rarísimo es que me haya dado por ellos)~~
Tabla: William Shakespeare, de 10instantes
Prompt: # 4; "El amor, como ciego que es, impide a los amantes ver las divertidas tonterías que cometen".
Notas: No tiene demasiado que ver con la frase, pero es lo que se me vino a la cabeza al pensar en ella... De todos modos, mi regalito de cumple para lupus_errabunda. Hope you like it ^^ Aunque sea una ida de pinza más grande que el Pacífico y no acabe de convencerme...

En las pistas de tenis de Hyotei reinaba un silencio imposible. Todos los miembros del club se agolpaban en las gradas; los titulares ocupaban los puestos más cercanos a la pista. Incluso Sakaki estaba allí, dispuesto a arbitrar el partido. Nada daba mayor idea de la importancia que aquel partido que el hecho de que el entrenador estuviera allí.

Era la última semana del curso. El club no había parado de organizar actividades, y aquel último torneo era sólo una de ellas, así que nunca hubiera levantado tanta expectación de no ser por los finalistas: Atobe Keigo, el actual capitán, y Hiyoshi Wakashi, de quien todos esperaban que fuera el próximo. El partido era considerado algo así como una ceremonia de sucesión, aunque todos supieran ya quién iba a ganar.

En las gradas, Gakuto temblaba. Y no de nervios. Realmente le estaba costando contener la risa; simplemente no podía evitar, al ver a los contrincantes, que aquellos recuerdos volvieran a su mente.

* * *

Él no había pretendido enterarse de aquello, sólo había querido darle una sorpresa a Yuushi. Por eso estaba en el vestuario cuando entraron. Y como no quería que nadie le viera – Yuushi siempre le decía que el uniforme femenino le sentaba de maravilla, pero el chico dudaba de que el resto de titulares fueran a pensar de la misma manera – se escondió en una taquilla, seguro de que quienquiera que acabara de entrar se iría en unos minutos y él podría volver a salir.

Sin embargo, tras el portazo oyó ruidos raros. Aunque quizá raros no fuera la palabra. Preocupantes, más bien. Se puso de puntillas para poder ver a través de la rejilla, y los ojos se le abrieron como platos.

Atobe acababa de entrar al vestuario, y Hiyoshi con él. Hasta ahí todo bien. O al menos lo hubiera estado, si no fuera porque entraron besándose como locos. Atobe había empujado a Hiyoshi contra una de las paredes y había colado la mano bajo sus pantalones. Gakuto estuvo seguro de que él mismo se ruborizó casi tanto como el kohai con la escena. Hubiera tenido bastante con aquello para no poder volver a mirarlos a la cara en bastante tiempo, pero obviamente no podía salir en aquello momento, así que no pudo evitarlo.

A los pocos minutos los dos chicos estaban desnudos, y gracias al cielo ninguno se había dado cuenta de su presencia. Al parecer Hiyoshi no tenía ganas de ser el pasivo aquella vez, porque trató de revolverse cuando Atobe quiso penetrarle. El mayor se rió con todas sus fuerzas. Desde donde se encontraba, Gakuto podía ver perfectamente el mohín enfadado del kohai y aunque no oyó el murmullo, el movimiento de los labios fue suficiente.

- Gekokujyou.

* * *

Oshitari le dio un codazo suave en las costillas para devolverle a la realidad justo cuando la pelota botaba fuera del alcance de Hiyoshi; Atobe acababa de ganar el primer juego. El kohai puso un gesto enfadado y murmuró algo que nadie necesitó oír para saber qué era.

Gakuto no pudo aguantarse más. Para sobresalto de todos, sus carcajadas llenaron el aire.

~~Por cierto, van cinco actualizaciones en cuatro días. Esto es un record xDD~~

Regalito para Ary!!!

2008-05-21T20:38:05Z

Bueno, pues eso =P

No tengo ganas de currarme un post decente, que estoy baldada xDDD
Y además comí demasiado y me encuentro mal ¬¬U
Y aún me quedan cosas por estudiar. Aaaag ¬¬
Lo que me recuerda... "<<¡¡Aarrrggggh!!>> era la traducción griega de <<¡¡Uuuuuuu!!>>"
De "La princesa prometida" xDDDDD
¿Si le coloco eso en el examen me aprobará? xD

En fin, que se me va la pelota y luego no vuelve. O sí, pero no cuando debe.

A lo que iba. Tengo un regalito para

ary666

- Porque ella mola mucho.
- Porque son risas cuando hablamos.
- Porque babeamos con Kame y con Jin y con sus caderas.
- Porque la exploto demasiado últimamente.
- Porque soy una plasta y me aguanta igual.
- Porque encima de aguantarme dice que soy mosna xD
- Porque es adorable y genial ^^
- Porque me da la gana a mi, leches xD

Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Dirty Pair (Dirty Rlz!)
Raiting: NC-17
Warnings: slash, PWP; es el primero que escribo, así que estará como esté, y es la primera vez que uso esta pareja, así que lo mismo. No me matéis.
Disclaimer: Todo le pertenece a Konomi, y yo sólo quiero que Ary esté contenta y agradecerle lo mucho que me aguanta.

Oshitari se estremeció de placer bajo las caricias que la lengua de Gakuto dedicaba a su erección, y dejó escapar un gruñido contenido. Alargó un brazo, acariciando la temblorosa espalda de su compañero antes de penetrarle con dos dedos, girándolos y retorciéndolos al tiempo que el pelicereza aumentaba el ritmo. Gakuto quiso llevarse una mano a su propia erección, pero el de gafas se lo impidió devolviéndola a su cadera mientras empujaba un poco más los dedos. El bajito notó como le presionaba la nuca y se arqueaba, y de pronto toda su boca se llenó con un líquido dulce y espeso. Gakuto se incorporó con las mejillas enrojecidas para encontrarse con la mirada penetrante del tensai clavada en él. Bajó la vista.

Oshitari se incorporó y se inclinó sobre el chico para limpiarle con la lengua los restos de semen de los labios, que se entreabrieron para dejarle acariciar la lengua, suave y dulce, con la suya. Gakuto trató de echarse hacia delante, pero él le sostuvo los hombros y se apartó con una sonrisa divertida. Con toda la delicadeza del mundo lo echó sobre el colchón, se colocó sobre él y se inclinó hasta quedar a escasos centímetros de su rostro. Le apartó el flequillo de la cara, divertido ante lo nervioso que estaba.

- Cierra los ojos.

Gakuto dudó unos segundos antes de obedecer pero finalmente lo hizo, aunque trató de volver a abrirlos cuando sintió la lengua del otro presionar sobre sus labios; unos dedos sobre sus párpados se lo impidieron. Se tensó al sentir como los labios de Yuushi se desplazaban hacia su cuello; notó como se curvaban en una sonrisa.

- Relájate, Gakuto.

La voz de Oshitari sonó increíblemente ronca en los oídos del chico, que se puso aún más tenso. Los dientes le rozaron la mandíbula, demorándose mientras los labios atacaban la piel lentamente. Demasiado lentamente. Gakuto soltó un gemido cuando las manos de su compañero se deslizaron hasta su torso y comenzaron a dedicarle caricias y pellizcos. De pronto, las caderas del de gafas se apretaron contra las suyas, y él gritó cuando sus erecciones se rozaron. Se arqueó juntándolas aún más; Oshitari gemía de placer en su oído y el sonido excitaba a Gakuto cada vez más. Cuando la lengua de su compañero empezó a jugar con sus pezones, ya apenas podía contenerse.

De pronto, Oshitari paró. Lo sintió moverse sobre él, pero mantuvo los ojos cerrados como le había dicho. Al menos al principio. Porque entonces la lengua del chico comenzó a recorrer su erección y él no pudo evitar abrirlos con un jadeo ahogado. Yuushi sonreía. Tenía esa sonrisa suya que le daba ese aspecto tan peligroso. Gakuto se retorció ante las caricias angustiosamente lentas que la mano de su compañero le dedicaba y alzó una mano para acariciarse el pezón, pero el peliazul le sujetó la muñeca con fuerza. Inclinó de nuevo el rostro y empezó a dejar besos, fugaces y juguetones, sobre la erección del bajito, que cada vez se retorcía y gemía más. Al final la rodeó con los labios, presionándola y engulléndola todo lo despacio que podía. Oía los jadeos del pelicereza, y tuvo que recurrir a todo su autodominio para no aumentar el ritmo; su propia excitación le dolía cada vez más.

- Yuushi... por favor... duele...

Oshitari alzó el rostro y esbozó una sonrisa satisfecha al ver las lágrimas que corrían por las encendidas mejillas del bajito. Le sujetó la espalda con una mano y se colocó; los brazos del pelicereza le rodearon las caderas. Se inclinó sobre él y le besó en la frente con suavidad. El chico tenía la mirada asustada. El de gafas inclinó el rostro hasta dejar sus labios casi sobre su oreja.

- Tranquilo, Gakuto.

Oshitari gruñó al penetrarle. Gakuto lanzó un grito y le clavó las uñas, presionándole las caderas y empujándolo aún más dentro. El tensai comenzó a mover las caderas, marcando un ritmo lento que el otro trataba de aumentar sin éxito, gimiendo cada vez más y más fuerte. El peliazul le lamió la oreja.

- Yuushi...

- Pídelo.

- Por favor... más rápido...

- Pídelo bien, Gakuto.

De pronto, Oshitari sintió un mordisco en la base del cuello. Gritó sorprendido, pero aumentó el ritmo. Gakuto gritó aún más fuerte que él. Ninguno aguantó mucho. Se corrieron casi al tiempo.

Oshitari se dejó caer pesadamente sobre el colchón, atrayendo al bajito contra su pecho al tiempo que le mesaba el cabello. Sintió sus brazos rodearle las caderas y como se apretaba un poquito más contra él. Sujetándole por el mentón, le obligó a alzar el rostro y mirarle a los ojos. No pudo evitar una carcajada cuando Gakuto desvió la vista, lleno de vergüenza y con las mejillas sonrojadas.

- Mejor así, ¿no?

En fin, de verdad que espero que sea lo bastante bueno. Que te anime un poquito *manda un nuevo paquete de mimos*. Te quiero nena, y ya sabes, para cualquier cosa cuenta conmigo, que puestos a ser irresponsables seámoslo con un buen propósito xD

I should be studying right now ¬¬U

2008-05-21T14:48:43Z

Yeah, I have two exams tomorrow and I should be studying right now 'cause though one of them is easy (and I don't mind it at all) the other one is soooo difficult and plus I have another one on friday and I haven't started yet...

Buuuuut, yesterday I couldn't sleep (again) and I wrote something strange (again). At first it was about Fuji but now it's about Random Character 1. Sorry for this. I've wrote another thing but I'm not sure about it so I'll look for a beta and then I'll translate and post it, although I'm not in the mood for translations (yeah, I now, this sounds stupid 'cause I'm writing in English right now, but I don't know why I'm not writing in spanish ¬¬).

And I'm soooo sleepy 'cause tonight I had an angsty dream and I couldn't rest at all T____T

But at the school our teacher gave us lollypops 'cause we made a great performance for the shool festivities (does this word exist?? oO). Mine was grape-flavored. It was yummi. I liked it xDDDD

~~Advise: don't leave porn fics on your desk if your teacher likes to sit in there ¬¬~~

Whatever, hope you like it though I think it's a piece of shit.

Adora la escalada. Le encanta sentir el sol en el rostro y la brisa revolviéndole el pelo; le encanta como esa brisa se convierte en un viento frío que le muerde las mejillas hasta enrojecérselas; le encanta el tacto áspero, sólido y firme de la roca bajo sus manos y el peso muerto en la espalda, tirando de él hacia el abismo que deja atrás con cada nuevo impulso. Adora la forma en la que ese peso le cansa demasiado pronto, como cada vez le cuesta más mover los brazos, hasta que cada nuevo movimiento requiere de toda su fuerza de voluntad, y cada nuevo agarre amenaza con dejarle caer. Adora llegar a la cima, y descarlarse, y, sin pararse a descansar, coger la pala y ponerse a cavar en la nieve y la tierra con las manos desnudas. Adora ponerse a pensar mientras cava; le gusta recordar las miradas aterradas, cada gesto de miedo y dolor. Le gusta clavar la pala despacio en la durísima tierra, porque le recuerda a la presión que tiene que ejercer el cuchillo sobre la piel para hendir la carne, y el aullido del viento entre las rocas se le antoja extrañamente como uno de dolor. Realmente le gusta el dolor. Cada paletada de tierra es un nuevo corte, una nueva incisión precisa y cuidada que le hace estremecerse de placer; casi le parece oír el goteo de la sangre y a veces se queda extasiado imaginando los regueros carmesíes recorriendo el cuerpo húmedo de sudor, manando de las heridas para acabar en su lengua y sus manos. Así va cavando la zanja y enterrando el nuevo cadáver mientras todo el estrés y la tensión y las ganas de gritar desaparecen de su cuerpo como la carne muerta bajo la tierra, y le da igual que al terminar cada movimiento sea un suplicio, el frío se le clave en la piel como agónicas agujas y su propio aliento parezca un estertor, porque ya está libre de toda carga y vuelve a sentirse bien.

Le encanta, una vez finalizado el trabajo, asomarse al borde de la cornisa, abrir los brazos y sentir que el viento furioso lo zarandea hasta casi despeñarlo, y caer finalmente de rodillas a la nieve pensando lo hermoso que sería si pudiera saltar desde allí.

Hale, sorrys varios por la ida de pinza esa de allá arriba.

En fin, así por más detalles...

Happy b'day, Sanada-kun!!!

Ya luego después, cuando tenga la cabeza para estas cosas, le escribo algo y además empiezo el Atobe/Hiyoshi este raro que se me vino ayer de noche. Hale, que os vaya bonito.

Things you shouldn't do when you have your Maths final tomorrow (and you have no fucking idea)

2008-05-20T16:45:05Z

En fin, debería estar mirando derivadas o integrales, o al menos probabilidad, que es lo único que tengo oportunidad de tener bien, porque asumámoslo, derivadas e integrales puedo darlas ya por perdidas, aunque si le echo un ojo creo recordar que los problemas de áreas no eran demasiado difíciles... Fuck! >.<

En fin, la cosa era que anoche no podía dormir y me dediqué a ver que me salía si intentaba escribir algo, y en fin, os dejo el resultado. Es muy cortito y lo terminé de cualquier manera porque me entró el sueño según cogí el lápiz, por aquello de llevar la contraria ¬¬
Está sin betear, porque paso de andar beteando. No es algo que quiero que quede bien ~~(joder, cuanta "qu" oO)~~, es algo que simplemente me dio por escribir. De todos modos, si os gusta mejor xDDD

Title: Your proper place
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Oshitari / Atobe
Raiting: NC-17
Warnings: shounen ai, violence
Disclaimer: All Konomi's.

- Oshitari... Ore-sama no esperaba verte por aq...

Atobe no puede terminar la frase porque una brutal bofetada lo lanza contra la pared.

- ¡¿Qué coño te crees que ha...?!

Pero el grito muere en un gemido estrangulado porque la mano del de gafas le rodea la garganta y comienza a apretar, las uñas clavándose en su piel, cada vez un poco más fuerte, y mientras boquea, gime, patalea y araña la garra de hierro que le ahoga puede ver la locura en los ojos que se clavan en él a través de los cristales.

Oshitari le besa desbocado, mordiéndole los labios hasta desgarrárselos y llenar de sangre sus bocas. Afloja la presa y le suelta un segundo antes de golpearle el estómago con un potente puñetazo que le alza del suelo y le hace caer de rodillas y doblarse sobre si mismo. Sin darle tiempo a reaccionar, un puntapié se clava en su costazo, volteándolo. Atobe quiere escapar, pero Oshitari ya está de nuevo sobre él, hundiéndole el pecho con un pie mientras que presiona su entrepierna con el otro y aunque el dolor se hace más terrible a medida que el chico descarga su peso sobre esa pierna, Atobe no tiene aire para gritar y cuando Oshitari le estampa una patada salvaje no puede hacer más que encogerse de nuevo, aunque al poco el chico le obliga a arrodillarse cogiéndole del pelo y alzándole el rostro.

- Yuushi... Por favor...

Yuushi le estrella un puñetazo en la mandíbula y le mete su erección en la boca, obligándolo a chupársela hasta que se corre, presionando su cabeza contra sus caderas cuando lo siente atragantarse y tratar de apartarse, aunque al instante lo aparta él de un empujón.

Y mientras Atobe tose, vomita y llora, Oshitari sonríe satisfecho porque Ore-sama está al fin donde le corresponde: aterrado, vencido, sumiso, humillado y a sus pies.

Y digo yo, que si estoy publicando algo en español, ¿por qué leches escribo el título y estas cosas en inglés? En fin, no tengo remedio. De todos modos, ahora después colgaré la traducción chapucera que haga.

Hale, me voy. Chau.

PS. Si queréis reíros un rato, id aquí, porque es la risa. Daos una vuelta por el resto xD

Just bored

2008-05-18T19:23:07Z

Hi everybody!!

I'm bored T_T

I should be writing 'cause I have an idea for an OT5 but it seems like my muse has gone and the plot is not coming out and I'm feeling sick so I don't want to write ¬¬
Also I can't see Higamyu 'cause my laptop is stupid and I can't download anything with it and the computer is being used by my brother...

AND I WANT TO WATCH IT NOW!!!! I WANT TO WATCH FURUKAWA AND DAI-CHAN AND TOMO AND BABA AND OUJI AND HIGA AND ALL OF THEM RIGHT NOW!!! T____T

By the way, there's a meme. I know I shouldn't post just with a meme but like I said I'm bored and have nothing to do. I guess I'll play a bit with The Sims... Oh, please, muse, come to me!!!! T____T

Got this from a1y_puff.

Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. Afterward, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own.

She gave me "S"

1. Saito Takumi!!!! Saito is love ^^
2. Syusuke Fuji.
3. Seichi Yukimura
4. Shiraishi Kuranosuke
5. Syusuke's buchou?? xDDD
6. Shounen-ai *___*
7. Sanada Genichiro
8. Sandor Clegane from "A song of fire and ice". Love him ^^
9. Studying History (I don't actually like studying but I love History xD)
10. Skiing.

The hell with that meme, man ¬¬
I barely found ten things that begin with "S" and I'm not sure #5 is OK xDDD

So, if you're bored enough, comment and I'll give you a letter...

~~My muse is still gone T_T~~

Reported speech ¬¬

2008-05-06T13:33:46Z

Yup. The reported speech is driving me mad. And not because I don't understand it - 'cause I do - but my English teacher is soooooooo stuck with it that I'm starting to hate her. She is always saying "You don't seem to understand it, you don't seem to understan it" and so. Yesterday she was writing on the blackboard all the theory about the reported speech and as she saw I wasn't copying it, she started shouting at me and made me do about five examples until she believes I really knew how to do it... ¬¬ And then, she told me to copy again (look, that was reported speech, of course I know how to do it! Come on, I read and write fics in English!).

But, oh well... Never mind. I'll post the first drabble for the tables...

Y por cierto, volvamos al castellano...

FeLiCiDaDeS HiKaRiIiIiIiIi!!!

Ahora, el regalito =D

Autor/Author:

elanielyn
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: OT5
Tabla/Table: Oscar Wilde
Prompt: # 2, "Te lo diré si prometes solemnemente contárselo a cualquier otro" / "I will tell you if you solemnly swear you will tell it to anyone else”
Notes: This is my b'day present for hikari_ishikawa

Estaban todos juntos, acurrucados en la cama. Ryoma sonrió feliz, encantado con la situación; últimamente eran pocas las oportunidades que tenían de compartir momentos como aquellos: Keigo apenas paraba en casa con tantos viajes de negocios, y Syusuke había concertado un montón de sesiones de fotografía en el extranjero. Incluso Tezuka y Sanada tenían que trabajar hasta tarde aquellos días. El trabajo de sus novios parecía aumentar cuando él tenía vacaciones. Ryoma suspiró y se encogió un poco más.

Había acabado situado cerca de una de las esquinas de la enorme cama, entre Genichiro y Keigo, rodeado por los brazos del primero, que le acariciaba la espalda suavemente; le hacía cosquillas. Atobe enredaba los dedos en su cabello, mesándoselo lentamente. De fondo, se oían los suaves ronquidos de Tezuka. Ryoma posó un beso sobre el hombro del moreno, se apretó contra su pecho y volvió a suspirar de pura felicidad. Sintió los labios del chico sobre su cabeza.

- Suspiras, Ryoma.

- Uhm…

- ¿Qué te pasa?

- ¿Uhm…? Nada…

- ¿Por qué suspiras, entonces?

- Tengo que decirte algo…

- Cuéntame.

- Pero prométeme una cosa antes…

- ¿Uhm?

- ¿Se lo dirás a los otros después?

- Claro. A ver, dime.

- Te quiero.

Las caricias de Sanada se detuvieron de pronto, y luego sus brazos lo estrecharon aún más fuerte; uno de los brazos de Keigo se deslizó para rodearle la cintura al tiempo que le besaba tras la oreja. Oyó la risita de Syusuke y, de fondo, los ronquidos de Kunimitsu dejaron de oírse unos segundos. Ryoma bostezó y suspiró de nuevo. Daba gusto vivir así.

They were all together in the bed. Ryoma smiled happily for it was strange that the five of them could stay like this: Keigo was extremely busy with all his business travels and Syusuke also had lots of photography shots around the world. Even Tezuka and Sanada had to work until late at night those days. His boyfriends’ job seemed to increase when he was on holidays. Ryoma sighed and moved a little.

He had managed to lie near the end of the enormous bed, between Sanada and Atobe. The first’s arms were wrapping him and his fingers were doing tickling to him on his back. Keigo’s hand was buried on the little’s hair, caressing it sweetly. He could hear Tezuka’s quiet snores. Ryoma kissed Genichiro’s shoulder, hugged him tight and sighed again just because of his happiness. He felt his boyfriend’s lips over his forehead.

“You’re sighing, Ryoma.”

“Uhm…”

“Are you all right?”

“Uhm…? Yeah…”

“So why are you sighing?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can.”

“So promise me something before I do.”

“Uhm?”

“If I tell you, you’ll tell everyone.”

“Ok. Come on, tell me that so important thing.”

“I love you.”

Genichiro’s caress disappeared for a second and then he embraced the little boy even tighter than before. One of Keigo’s arms slipped under his waist to hold him as he felt the boy’s kiss behind his ear. The youngest heard Syusuke little laugh and Kunimitsu’s snores stopped for a while. Ryoma yawned and sighed again. It was so nice to live like that.

Hope you like it =D

I've started writing an AtoFuji drabble, but it soooooooo difficult to do...