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:: Mai-HiME - The Before ::
Chapter 2 Synopsis - Seven months after the horrible attack on the village that killed their parents, Koroko and her elder brother, Sano, now live with a woman named Nashino Shiori and her daughter Yuki. But when she suddenly realizes the truth of her ‘participation’ in the attack on her village and the murder of her parents, can Koroko come to terms with the horrifying guilt that threatens to send her spiraling into madness?
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:: Currently working on updates to Paranoia Agent: 2nd Visit and Mai-HiME: The Before, Projected Arrival Time (PAT), Unknown ::
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write original stuff??? why of course i do! uh...doesn't everybody?
and so (insert cheap drumroll here) without further adeiu, i present...
http://www.fictionpress.com/u/393894/
please stop by and give them a looksy!!!
Akai Ame: the red rain: Act 1: Ai no Kiso
:: From the shadows of her shattered innocence, a 13 year old girl becomes a ruthless instrument of vengeance for her governess. ::
Circus Moon
:: What would you do to keep your own dreams alive? How hard would you fight to escape the shadow of a life you did not want? For Suki Hishimoto, the answers are as uncertain as her future... ::
Mode Gray
:: Assembled by Victor Serrin and the mysterious Benefactors of the Dusk Foundation, the members of Mode Gray stalk in the shadows of the Night to keep the tenuous balance between Light and Dark from tipping towards Oblivion... ::
On Crimson Wings
:: Yaoi Forced into an occupation that he did not want, Soichiro Kosugi never truly sought love. It was too much of a hassle. But a chance encounter during a trip abroad leads to the discovery that love can never simply be ignored... ::
Out of the bluE
:: Living in small town USA with his sexually overactive sister and an ex-girlfriend who believed the word 'no' meant 'yes', Uri Amora's life was already bad enough. Now, he has to deal with being a Champion too::
Over Latte
:: Ashe just had a bitter breakup with his fiancée. Ready to restart his life, he moves to New York. But a new group of friends reveal a very different side to him. This is a story of love and friendship, of seven people dealing with life...Over Latte. ::
T D i M : link01 : real
:: A reclusive teenager, still dealing with the bitter divorce of his parents and hurtful questions about his own sexuality, Jason Bennett receives the popular TDiM hardware as a gift from his workaholic father. And from there begins a strange journey... ::
Visions of Cerulean
:: Elite. Neo Homo Sapiens. New Humans. The names given to beings born genetically perfect; physically and mentally superior to all others. Controversy follow in their wake. And one boy will stand at the center of it all. ::
Yumi: Violent Tendencies
:: Hyyakazi Yumi. Murderer and Tramp. Victim and Hunter. She is the tool of a madwoman and more than half mad herself. She represents the darkest, most debased desires given flesh and form. And this is her story... ::
dreamSEED
:: Niimara Arisu craved adventure. All her life she dreamed of nothing else. Now her time has come. In possession of the SEED, she has been accepted into OrCHARD. But will it be the adventure she seeks or something worse. ::
hEaDcAsE!
:: cRaZiEr ThAn CrAcK! mAdDeR tHaN a MaRcH hArE! tHeSe 1St 2 LiNeS sToLeN fRoM mSa AbEnObAsHi! A nUtTiEr ThAn A nUtBaR hEaD-tRiP iNtO tOtAl InSaNiTy! LoOk! ThE mUsHrOoMs ArE dAnCiNg AgAiN ::
slashDANCE fUtUrE
:: A Sa Moo-rai is looking for the greatest treasures any woman can know: Booze, Gambling and...Women! But when she happens upon a little girl who is being manhandled by some strangely robed priest, she leaps to her defense...and ends up regretting it. ::
th13rteen hours: under the skin
:: Watched for weeks. Abducted off the street. Tortured for days on end. Then released back into the world. What will happen in the thirteen hours after... ::
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:: terryll preston ::
:: 34 ::
:: aquarius ::
:: amethyst ::
:: year of the rat ::
:: male ::
:: starving writer ::
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A quick history lesson with v/o by a reasonable james earl jones impersonator and beautifully drawn pictures done in an 18th century Japanese style…and if there’s one thing that we’re about here, it’s S-T-Y-L-E!!!
:: was born on February 6th in 1972 ::
:: is african-american ::
:: served two and a half years in the united states army ::
:: and is glad that i got out when i did because bush is a TOTAL nutbar ::
:: was once an artist but traded that talent to become a writer instead ::
:: is an atheist ::
:: is single ::
:: would like to go to japan within my lifetime ::
:: because i think i might have been japanese in a past life ::
:: is chibichocobo's BIGGEST fan and would really like to meet her someday ::
:: would like to go to france to visit another real good friend of mine (you know you are!) ::
:: would like to get published ::
:: is a gamer ::
:: but thinks that the newest mortal kombat game isn't really that great ::
:: but KNOWS that final fantasy xii is ::
:: is in lust with adult swim ::
:: LOVES the asterisk opening for bleach by orange range ::
:: and is lil’ slugger’s next victim ::
:: because I am a paranoid agent ::
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the fp triad
:: myself, profiterole & chibichocobo ::
:: we don’t have an account yet…but soon ::
:: will be the yaoi/yuri writing group extraordinaire ::
:: are the best of friends ::
:: will make all bow to the power of the yuri & yaoi side of the force ::
the cerulean knights
:: myself, chibichocobo, peace writer, jade lamill, angelstaff, yin camui, konekoniko, chibi-akemi, timedragon, heavendemon, mishi vampyr & akaixjade ::
:: gathered as a force of change, but things didn’t quite work out like we had hoped ::
:: are the creators of the tatakai uber-event ::
:: are housed in the azure keep located on the unofficial fictionpress messageboard & forum ::
:: hope to be recognized as the premiere group of writers on fp ::
:: are still looking to anoint new knights into the fold ::
:: are apparently experiencing a SERIOUS lack of initiative and manpower ::
chibiandthegang
:: members? too many to mention here but kakyou takashiro & goddess oni are among some of our premiere members ::
:: formed at the request of our glorious leader, the incredibly talented chibichocobo…my taisetsu::
:: always on the lookout for new members ::
:: will be there to lend a hand to struggling writers who need help with their talents ::
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:: writing ::
:: drawing ::
:: reading ::
:: anime ::
:: manga ::
:: internet ::
:: television ::
:: video games ::
:: making friends online ::
:: livejournal ::
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"they say a review is worth a thousand words. too bad most of the ones i get are just made up of three..."
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muse of love & emotion
:: memories of my grandmother ::
muse(s) of all things yuri & yaoi
:: heather & melaine ::
muse(s) of all things violent, bloody, explicit, hentai and just stuff that you normally wouldn’t have muses for
:: jimmah! & yin camui ::
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authors
:: robert jordan, george r. r. martins, r. a. salvatore ::
book series
:: the wheel of time, a song of ice and fire, the otherland series, the lord of the rings trilogy, star wars: the new jedi order ::
television
:: lost, heroes, supernatural, veronica mars, the 4400, charmed, wwe raw, wwe smackdown, criss angel: mindfreak, iron chef, iron chef america, battlestar galatica, stargate sg-1, stargate atlantis, family guy ::
dvds
:: serenity, sky captain and the world of tomorrow, silent hill, requiem for a dream, memoirs of a geisha, harry potter and the goblet of fire, ringu 2, batman begins ::
anime
:: mai-hime, mai-otome, azumanga daioh, jigoku shoujo, bleach, paranoia agent, trinity blood, samurai champloo, s-cry-ed, inu-yasha, serial experiments lain, millennium actress, perfect blue, magical shopping arcade abenobashi, karas, naruto, cowboy bebop, witch hunter robin, wolf’s rain, ghost in the shell, ghost in the shell: stand alone complex, ghost in the shell: sac 2nd gig, neon genesis evangelion, metropolis, gundam seed, gundam wing, robotech, flcl, read.or.die…(yes, this list gets MUCH longer than this…) ::
games
:: god of war, devil may cry & devil may cry 3: dante’s awakening (no, they NEVER made a “2”!), final fantasy iv, vi, vii (to answer a review question, i played viii but had a really hard time getting into it.), ix, x, x-2 & xii, shaodow of the colossus, yakuza, the xenosaga series, the wwe smackdown series, the dead or alive series (yes, i bought it for the bouncing breasts...sue me), burnout 3 & burnout revenge, tekken 5, star ocean: till the end of time, suikoden iii, jak & daxter, jak ii, jak 3, mortal kombat: deception & armageddon, soul caliber ii & iii, kingdom hearts i & ii, the legacy of kain series ::
music artist/group (america/england)
:: evanescence, marilyn manson, rob zombie, the gorillaz, coldplay, the white stripes, garbage, velvet revolver, seether, drowning pool, disturbed, eminem, dmx, nine inch nails, prodigy, u2 ::
music artist/group (international)
:: t.a.t.u., enya, the cranberries, rammstein ::
j-pop/j-rock & j-other(s)
:: see-saw, oranges & lemons ('soramimi cake' & 'raspberry heaven' are the awesome!), high and mighty color, orange range, sweets, boom boom satellites, dir en grey, morning musume, l’arc en ceil, do as infinity, boa, the pillows, utada hikaru, d'espairsray, ayumi hamasaki, himekami, daigo stardust, kumi koda, susumu hirasawa, namie amuro ::
manga
:: mai-hime, air gear, lament of the lamb, princess ai, ai yori aoshi, tenjo tenge, tramps like us ::
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titled after a mystical beast of power, he who is unknown to both himself and those around…
And even now, she thought absently as she bound and gagged the attacker with weaves of solidified Air and hurried over to the man she was gently lifting from the spongy ground. I am still mocked by those within my own Ajah, simply because I am a wilder…no, was wilder. I am a sister to the White Tower now, an Aes Sedai. As she reached the man, she carefully lowered him to leaf-covered, forest floor. His face was pale and covered with mud and muck from where he had been shoved down into soft earth. Kneeling beside him, she ran her open-palm about a handsbreath from his barely rising chest – sweeping down from his neck to his midsection in one quick stroke. Slowly, she tied off the weaves of Air that held the wounded man’s assailant and weaved yet another flow of the One Power – of saidar – to replace it. Staring down at the man, Senaia studied him with an impassioned face. Though the agelessness associated with all Aes Sedai had yet to manifest itself upon her person, she still carried the visage of a woman who would brook no foolishness or stubbornness from any one person – male or female. Directing the new flow of saidar, she closed her eyes and placed a lone hand lightly upon his forehead. Opening herself up to more of the female half of the One Power, Senaia began the grim process of ascertaining the extent of the injuries. Called Delving by the knowledgeable Aes Sedai of the Brown Ajah, she shaped small threads of Spirit and gently wove them into his chest. By way of these threads, she would be able to connect herself to him and feel the pain of the injuries the man had suffered.
The sudden pain that swept through her almost knocked her onto her bottom. Her lungs burned as they struggled for the air that barely reached them, her head pounded from the pressure that had been applied against it, her back ached from the small of it to her shoulders, her mouth tasted of the foul, wet sod and her throat was dry from a lack of moisture. Senaia had begun to sway from side to side before she finished the Delving, and she had barely severed her connection to him before almost falling to the ground next to his motionless form. Warily, she lowered herself to the soft patch of earth, uncaring of how her skirts arranged themselves along the uneven forest floor. By the Light, she thought as she tiredly prepared to weave and shape the flows of saidar for Healing. How is he even alive? Even the strongest lionfish cannot live beyond the savagery of a pack of silverpike. Her eyes searched his nearly ashen face – a very handsome face if one were to look beneath the grime and muck caked upon it – for an answer. But, she instead found herself staring deeply into the man’s dark eyes – eyes that seemed to go on forever, eyes that seemed to stretch on into infinity, eyes that seemed to pull her in, eyes that never seemed to want to let her go once they held her gaze – and barely caught herself; for she had unknowingly moved within mere inches of touching her lips to his.
Burn me, Senaia thought shakily as she forcedly pulled herself away from the man’s face and those pale, cold lips. What was I going on about, acting like some bar trull onboard a boat full of drunken fishermen fresh from netting out in the Fingers of the Dragon! For a moment, she almost discarded the threads of Water, Spirit and Air for the Healing she had woven, but then disregarded that last thought with a ruthlessness that surprised even her. Though I do not abhor men like my fellow Reds, she thought icily, I am no Green. Summoning up the face she had reserved for especially hard-to-deal-with nobles and rulers, Senaia steadied herself with a deep intake of air. Averting her eyes from the man’s ashen face – it was possible, afterall, to work the Healing without making eye contact with the person you intended the weaves for – she placed a very steady hand upon his broad chest. With another deep breath, Senaia channeled the thread of Healing into the man.
:: the wheel of time: the nameless dragon ::
.: story stats :.
:: chapters? 1 ::
:: current status? extended hiatus ::
:: current review count? 3 ::
:: current view/hit count? 23 ::
:: faved? yes ::
:: c2/forums? no ::
:: popularity? so-so ::
once and again the negotiator of fear and suspicion wields the twisted gold, to cleanse away all pain, to cleanse away all worry…
The heavy, double-doors of the church flew open and Rachel ran down the steps, bare feet slapping loudly against the rough concrete. Her mind was empty of any other thought except fleeing from the church. Fleeing from her! She had to get away! She had to run! She had to escape! She had to -
Rachel cried out as her ankle twisted sharply and she fell. Striking the crude stairs hard enough to break skin, she rolled none to kindly the rest of the way down to flat pavement at its base. She landed in a heap, arms and legs bruised, scraped and bleeding. Her mind was alight with pain. Nothing but pain! It ran through every inch of her body! It caressed her like a lover in the throes of passion.
You can’t run from me, little girl!
Every muscle and bone in her body ached, some hurting more than the others. But all of it brought a hot sensation of exhilaration to her battered body. She could feel her lips parting lustfully. She could feel the ecstasy growing between her legs. It frightened her. It made her want to cry again. Why could she not escape! Why could she not get away!
Just remember that! You can’t ever run from me!
The snap in her over-burdened mind was almost audible. Rachel’s cracked and bloody lips worked themselves into a sick and mad grin. The pain had at last consumed what remained of her will as well as her body. The sticky wetness between her legs was proof enough of that. But there was something else that had dawned on her. A realization. It forced a bitter, but sensual laugh from her broken form. She understood! At last, she understood! It all made sense to her! Everything that had happened! And even though some doubt remained within her broken mind, she was beginning to accept the truth. All of it had happened for a reason! That was the answer! It had been to make her realize that she was…was -
The muted skitching sound of approaching rollerblades made her raise her head as best she could. The pain was indescribable. It sent waves of pleasure throughout her body that she didn’t even try to deny. Her vision was blurry, but she thought that she could make out the approaching form of a...a boy? Something long and golden glinted dully in his right hand; something bent like her mind and body. But what was it?
The boy on golden rollerblades smiled broadly as he skidded to a halt just in front of her and looked down curiously. Rachel gazed up into his face and saw -
He lifted his golden bat - that’s what it had been! - and swung it down hard on the back of Rachel’s head with a sickening crack. Pain. Glorious pain raced throughout her already agony-lit body. It cleared what little doubt remained in her mind. She was free. She was free of everything! No more voices! No more God! No more struggling with herself! She had been delivered from the lie by...by...
“...W-Why...?” she asked weakly, unconsciousness closing on her in a fading, inky light. But there was no anger or remorse in the question. Only...relief.
:: paranoia agent: 2nd visit ::
.: story stats :.
:: chapters? 4 ::
:: current status? pending ::
:: current review count? 25 ::
:: current view/hit count? 263 ::
:: faved? yes ::
:: c2/forums? no ::
:: popularity? good ::
the princess who dances does so backwards, allowing one to see how everything begins…
“Die you little bitch!” the man sneered as he brought his blood-caked katana down upon Koroko. Dropping her blanket, she threw her tiny hands up over her head in a vain effort to protect herself. Somebody save me, she thought out desperately, closing her eyes tightly to shut away the image of the bandit’s sword as it descended toward her. In her mind, a visage of her brother formed and replaced that of the man trying to kill her; his wide face split by a beaming smile as he offered out his hand to her. She could almost feel his touch, hear his voice…
Some…somebody…SAVE ME, the lavender-haired girl screamed out in her mind. ONIICHAN, PLEASE HELP ME!!!
Without warning, everything around Koroko slowed down and all sound that touched her ears seemed dull and muted to a washed out buzzing noise. The bandit’s katana was still falling toward her, inch by agonizing inch, but it seemed as though it would never reach her. Like it was traveling through honey. What was happening?! Unnoticed by Koroko, the red star in the sky above her shone brightly as a dim glow pulsed through the thin fabric of her yukata, barely visible to any eyes close or near. Beneath the dark cloth on her back, between her thin shoulder blades, an oddly shaped mark burned dully – color a perfect match for the blood-red star lying next to the moon.
Koroko could feel a strange sensation run through her body and for a moment, she could swore that she saw some sort of large, double-bladed weapon floating in the air before her eyes. There was another sound that accompanied its appearance, but it was lost to her. That blue-eyed gaze was locked on the gray-bladed weapon suspended in front of her. Koroko’s breath caught and then she blinked. When her eyes opened again, it was no longer there. They blinked again, this time in confusion. Wh-what was th-that? A-A…sword…? B-but where…where d-did it go? Where…where did it…c-come from? Abruptly, her thoughts were washed away by the crude awareness of sound returning to her ears. Familiar sounds. Deadly sounds.
Suddenly, the world around her was alive again. Fear replaced the curiosity and questions had once assaulted her mind. The bandit was trying to kill her! She had to move! She had to run away! She had to –
A hand grabbed her quickly by the shoulder just as she was turning. Koroko let out a scream as she was pulled into a strong embrace. Her mind was whirling with stark terror. She had to escape! She had to find her oniichan! He would save her! Struggling against the rough squeeze of the arms wrapped around her, Koroko lashed out with her small, balled fist and kicked out with her bare feet. But the bandit would not let her go. He only pulled her closer. Tears of fright and panic began to trace a winding path from her eyes. She was going to die! She would never see her oniichan again!
:: mai-hime: the before ::
.: story stats :.
:: chapters? 2 ::
:: current status? in-progress ::
:: current review count? 6 ::
:: current view/hit count? 210 ::
:: faved? yes ::
:: c2/forums? no ::
:: popularity? decent ::
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uh...MERRY CHRISMA-HANA-KWANZA-KA!!!!???
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