7 posts tagged “fanfiction”

I decided to continue that fic comment from Rhis' journal.

I'm going to link it later. It's like- 1:38 am and my right cursor doesn't work, and my eyes are starting to break, but my end is full of twisted ideas.

Before I start, I'd like to say sorry- for all the people who are going to read this.

And mostly, sorry to Rhis, for butchering her awesum fic.

DDDD;

Ueda wakes up in a bed. He breathes in air and tries to move. Only he can't- it seems like he's been chained down by heavy iron... metal. And it's cold.

There are two doors in front of him, and he's lying on his stomach- on the bed.

It says on one door, there is the Past. And on the other, is the Future.

Ueda decides to look at the future first.

He imagines Heaven- as a place, where there isn't any suffering, no weight gain, and no Nishikido Ryo. So, he decides to go towards it and reveal his destiny.

A gunshot is heard, and he ducks.

When he opens his eyes, he sees a river in from of him, and his head being thrown in.

Ueda screams.

He falls.

Down, down, down. UTA NO ONIISAN, HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Into nowhere, and his heart beats fast.

He crashes sharply into a bed of roses, and the thorns pierce his skin.

Sweat falls from his forehead, and he finally looks up and sees a mirror.

He has no head.

~*~THE END~*~

Inspired by Frank Sinatra's The Girl From Ipanema.

People have always said that I was gifted.

If I were to hold the world in my hand, I could make it revolve with the skills I have learned and studied about since birth. I've been tutored, I've taught, I've been awarded-

What is left to know when I know almost anything?

I can have anything, too.

Since, I'm my Father's Successor. I'm going to inherit the Company from him. I know that. I understand. I've expected that since I was a child. "Memorize the Periodic Table, Ryo." my Mother would say, and she would personally make me a cup of tea, and I would smile and thank her, because that's what I have been told to do when people trouble themselves for me.

And after I graduated High School, I entered the most famous University in all of Japan, I graduated and got my Diploma. I did graduate, but I wasn't in the Graduatioin Ceremony because I was already starting to take care of all the paperwork on my Father's desk.

She appeared one rainy Friday afternoon.

The rain pissed me off and I didn't like humidity, and I was in a bad mood, when my Assistant opened the door to my office and informed me of the new clients applying for a job.

They were the finalists, of course.

I wouldn't have time for some amateurs; who does?

As I entered the room for the final interview, the door clacked behind me and I eyed the 3 potential future employees for my Father's- My Company.

There was a tall lanky boy with dark brown hair, who shifted a lot, he avoided eye contact, and he stared at the floor, shoes shifting, too. What the hell, he gets minus points for that- why was he even in the finalists if he can't make simple eye contact? Our clients would feel the same discomfort as I am, right now, if he were to be hired.

The second one was another guy, who certainly had eye contact, his hair was suited for other jobs, but- somehow, it suited him, and the glasses compliment him, too. He sat up with his back straight and he was wearing a suit, unlike the other lanky boy, who wore regular jeans and a jacket over his t-shirt. Oh God, I swear he looks like a freaking teenager if it weren't for his height. Even his face looks like a teenager's.

The last one was a girl- a woman, to be precise. She was very nice-looking and elegant. She simply had eyeliner and lipgloss and she smiled at me, in a way that made shivers run down my spine. She was dressed beautifully in a cardigan and a pencil skirt proper enough for my company.

I smiled at all of them before returning to my office.

Can you believe it?

I am going to interview every single one of them, for an hour, at least.

Oh, I wish my butt would lose all feeling after the first hour, for less pain and more numbness.

I really hate job intervews.

May conttinue, if I want to.

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This is how writing fanfics with sad songs on background music affect me:

*currently writing a tragedy*

Start of a song: Slightly sad

Middle: Crying

End: Sobbing and heart really hurting

Lol. I am such a baby.

Lol. Wrote out of boredom:

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My heart couldn't stop beating. I was meeting him again.

I still remember.. the feeling when he said my name, he smiled, he laughed.

It made me melt inside.

Here I was, standing outside our old school, flattening folds in my dress.

I was obviously blushing terribly.

What would he look like now?

Nostalgia, Curiousity and Fear circled in my mind, making an endless loop.

I heard footsteps.

It must be him.

I desperately tried not to look.

Maybe something would come back... something...

"Mika.."

I looked up.

It was him.

He still had short hair, which I deeply favored. His eyes were still the same. He grew taller, after 5 years. Of course. Who doesn't grow after 5 years anyway?

"I see you're still small."

Yeah... me. I don't grow at all.

I stuck my tongue out.

He laughed. "Let's go." he led the way to his car.

It was weird meeting up with him again.

Usually, he'd offer his hand and cuddle with me as we walked to his car.

Now- he just... walked to his car.

An unusual feeling of pain stung my heart. I wasn't supposed to feel anything anyway.

We had parted ways 5 years ago.

Yet the feeling remained.

I got into his car.

It still had the vague smell of lemon and oranges, a smell that I deeply hated.

He grinned.

"I see you still recognize the smell."

Of course, idiot. Who wouldn't?

He turned the radio on.

I winced at the song playing.

It was our song.

What the hell is this guy's problem?

I shot him a glare but he was already staring at me.

"Mika... We broke up already."

Another surge of feelings. This time, joy.

This guy definitely wanted us to get back together.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently.

"I.. still love you.." he said, kissing the back of my palm.

Then... common sense hit me like an arrow aiming for a bullseye.

I removed my hand and went out of his car.

"Mika!" he said, getting out.

I hurriedly walked away.

"Mika!" he grabbed my hand and hugged me from behind.

Tears started to form in my eyes.

"I... let's get back together.." he held me tighter.

These words pained me.

I wanted to get back together, too.

I removed his arms and faced him.

"No, we can't."

He looked at me, surprised.

"Why..."

"You just need someone to be in a relationship with."

He stared at me, his eyes beaming with guilt.

I left him.

I didn't need to be crumpled and thrown again.

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Obviously a oneshot.

Un-edited. lol.

Yesterday, as I was waiting for teh downloading to effin load.

I was surfing around the net for CRACK fics *lolz*

Anyway, I stumbled onto something that made me explode with squealishy annoyingly happiness love for Tashii-sama:

For The Love of Cherry Pie

Gawd.

It is genius.

PURE GENIUS.

Did I mention her blog- every blog entry... contained Sho-sama SMEX?!

*bleeds endlessly, covering nose with blood soaked hand, jx*

Gawd. And everything s so detailed.

-.-

I am so officially a fan of hers.

*Waves her uchiwa in the air*

CHESUTO, TASHII-SAMA!

I dashed to our assembly.

I've got to tell my friends!!!!!!!!

I saw them and yelled their names.

*literal translations of what I said*

"HOLY BIRD! A GUY WITH A RAT DOWN HIS PANTS! ALLIGATOR IN TOILET BOWL! BLUE SKY WITH FLYING PIGS!"

They asked me what was wrong.

I realized I was shouting and crying, my nose was red, very embarassing.

"Arashi..... Philippines... Concert.."

They exploded.

"HOMG!!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! WHEN?! WHERE?! HOW?! WHATATATA?!"

I told them I had 5 tickets.

"Idiot. Give me one." My bestfriend said.

"Ask your Mom first, she'll probably won't allow you anyways, Stupid." I stuck my tongue out.

We were freaking out.

I told my Arashian sempai and bestfriend.

Sempai said: "I know already, I have tickets."

Bestfriend said: "....." *crying of happiness*

I told my bestfriend to ask her Mom first.

She said "Yeah, I'll bribe her."

I was happy the whole day.

My Mom scolded me back at home. For using her credit card without permission.

But it was worth it :D

I've always liked fanfics.

I love fanfics, in fact.

But.. I don't like to write.. fanfics, except when I'm bored of course.

Well, I'm bored.

My cellphone rang. It was my alarm for waking up. I've just changed the ringtone to '15th Moon'. Unluckily, I was sleeping with my family at that time.

"What the-?" my Mom said, awaking from her deep slumber.

I stopped the alarm.

I should've made it into Aozora Pedal...

I buried my face into my palms. I could see why it was a horrible day.

It was Monday.

I did the same routine:

Bath

Dress

Eat

Go to school

Suprisingly, this everyday routine would be interupted by something... so completely different that would only happen if pigs, cows, elephants and whales could fly.

I turned the radio station on.

The first thing I heard was:

"YOU ARE MY SOUL! SOUL!"

I freaked out, I didn't put the CD on. I didn't have it with me, in fact.

I cursed, a 12 year old cursed so many words you couldn't count.

"ARASHI, the popular Japanese boyband. LIVE in Manila! Call ***-**-** NOW! Limited Seats only!"

I freaking snatched my driver's cellphone and called the number.

"HELLO?! HELLO?! IS IT TRUE?! ARASHI'S COMING HERE?!"

The girl on the line said yes and asked if I wanted to buy a ticket.

"HELL YEAH. VIP PLEASE- AH WAIT.... WHEN'S THE CONCERT, BY THE WAY?! AND WHERE?!"

She said one of those places that foreign artists perform in ( Araneta?) and August **.

I nodded.

"AH- OKAY. UH NO. PREFERABLY WHAT ARE THE BEST SEATS?!"

She told me the VIP ones.

I booked the Lower Boxes.

They'll see me better that way.

I have to cut -.-

I need to take a bath- Really.

I'll update tomorrow. :D