Hello faithful fiction-fans! My name is Kyu.

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Likes: Internet, Anime, Reading, Gaming, Writing, Sleeping

Dislikes: Work, Non-laziness, Stupidity, Small Children (too much energy)

Favorite Characters

Soren (Fire Emblem)

Riku (Kingdom Hearts)

Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)

Marth (Fire Emblem, Super Smash Brothers)

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Pairing Favorites(DomSub):

Kingdom Hearts: RikuSora

Naruto: SasuNaruSasu, ItaSasu

Harry Potter: HarryDraco

Fullmetal Alchemist: RoyEd, EnvyEd

Fire Emblem: IkeSoren

Super Smash Brothers: IkeMarth, RoyMarth

Teen Titans: RobinRaven, SladeRaven

DNAngel: SatoshiDaisuke, DarkDaisuke

Yu-Gi-Oh!: YamiYuugi

Shaman King: HaoYoh

Below: Poems, songs, and other miscellaneous writings that I found moving or particularly stuck in my mind

Women are Time and Money, therefore

Women = TimeMoney

Time IS Money, therefore

Women = Money2

Money is the Root of all Evil, therefore

Money = Evil1/2, and

Women = (Evil1/2)2, therefore

Women = Evil

Amusing things I've found in a myriad of places all over the net: (Though most of them are from y!gal)

Kinky is using a feather. Perverted is using the whole chicken.

You must be an Internet newbie if your goatsex/tubgirl Spidey-sense didn't go off before clicking on that link.

When life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. Then you should find somebody whose life gave them vodka and have a party!

If the dark side has cookies – go to the dark side, get the cookies.

Leather does not scream ‘fuck me now.’ It whispers.

Things I'm not allowed to do at Hogwart's:
#14: I will not start every Potions class by asking Professor Snape if today's project is suitable for use as a sexual lubricant.

Can be found in Oath Breaker, a Harry Potter story by Goblin Cat KC.

Slowly Sailing Moon, a traditional dark wedding song
(translated from the old language)

Scribe's feather on his parchment
with ink and stone and quill,
he writes the ending of the night
and how the moon was killed.

Of how the stars all faded
and the wild winds were tamed,
how gold o'ertook the silver
all to the sun's acclaim.

And all across the kingdom
the proclamation swore
the sun would reign forever.
We'd see the moon no more.

The wheat and lambs and children
would grow up to the light,
the war between the day and dark
now ends without a fight.

Peace, proclaimed the kingdom,
nightmares, dreams and dusk,
the haunts along the traveller's road
no more shall trouble us.

And the people cheered their rulers,
"the night is gone at last,"
but the sun still sets, the shadows grow,
and the moon still sails past.

So sign your laws and promises,
and say the dark is dead,
and cower by the hearth fire
and hide within your bed

For the moon still sails slowly
and the night is all our dream
and we'll haunt your roads forever
while the wild winds blow free.

And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live the years together!
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather.

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

I dreamed a dream (Claude-Michel Schönberg; Herbert Kretzmer)

~You know you live in 2007 when...
1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.
2.) You haven't played solitaire with real cards for years
3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don't have a screen name or Myspace
4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV
6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.
7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.
8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.
9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.
10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.
11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.
12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the relater hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

Mourn not the wicked for we’ve chosen this path,
Choose only to cry for those that follow in our wake,
For choice is stripped from these children,
Lost lambs to the slaughter of innocence we guide.
Yes, those that bow before us,
And kiss our bloodstained hands,
They see the desolation in our eyes,
And yet, in spite of all that they despise
Of us, what choice do they have?
What choice have we given them?
Cry for those foul repentant sinners,
Who to broken knees do fall.
Cry for the lost children,
Who forsake their parent’s love.
Cry for those weakened wretches,
Who dare not lift a finger to help themselves.
Look unto our eyes, and find not a shred of pity for their kind,
Yes, we are merciless and cruel, but in our cruelty lies honesty,
And see deep the tears we hide so far below.
Mourn not the wicked for we’ve chosen this path,
And sail down a river bred of our many sorrows.

-C.K. Blake "Mourn Not the Wicked"