Hi, I'm Crimson Creature Izumi. I like anime, manga, and blood (yes blood). I am a very laid back person but can be happy hyper at times. I'm a pervert. . .

Stories:

Photograph- I wanted to make a different side to all the characters in this fic. I'm tired of reading the same old F/S fics wereVicious is the bad guy, gets killed, and Spike gets the girl. In my opinion, vicious could be a good guy if he wanted to.

Fools Don't Go To Heaven- Yeah. It was supposed to be a one shot, but I felt it could go on! I based this story off of a real interview with Shinichiro Watanabe. He said Spike could just be asleep at the end of the series. I watched it the other night (the last episode) and I saw what Watanabe meant. I even might make a completely general one shot fic on my opinion on it all. It was a pretty crappy fic and didn't turn out how I originally wanted. sigh Oh well.

Chess Or World Domination- Yay! This had to be my favorite fic. I enjoyed writing it and was curious on getting into Knives' mind, even though I might not have mastered it in the least bit. It is my first sucessful one shot on the net!

May I Bathe You?- Another SesshyRin fic on the net, though not like the others really. It's in the tub(hence the name) and there is ultimately no penetration. There WAS a lovely fourplay sene though (if i might say). No love-dovey stuff either, it's rough and just a tad bit fetish.

Fallen- I was just playing around on an idea I was having about Faye and Vicious. The ending DOES cheat the audence a bit, but I couldn't thnk of anything else.

Delicacies- Don't know where the hell this came from is all I can say.

It never hurts to stand in the rain. . . unless it's acid rain

I never actuall get into stuff about me and that's why when I look back at my introdution of this page I find it a little embarassing and dorky, but I leave it there nontheless because everyone deserves to be a little dorky at some point in their lives.

Mimento Mori

Let me take a second to remind you all that we are STILL dying. From the very moment we are born, our death becomes innevitable. The sesastion and shrinkage of our being is innitiated from as far back as our mother's womb. This is when it becomes appartent that this life will end. My point is, live life as it should be lived; fruitfully. Don't waste your preciously, shrinking existance criticising on the mistakes of others. Look on your OWN mistakes. . . and learn from them. Breathe in a new breath of life, accept the fact that you're dying, and love it!

(I sound like a whack-job activist, don't I? Well, I'm just expressing my feelings, and there's nothing wrong with that.)

It's hard NOT to sin. . .