Author has written 7 stories for Prince of Tennis, Code Geass, and Ouran High School Host Club.
Name: Chitose Senri
Age: XX, under XXX years of age... definitely 2 figures
Shin/Tennis no Ouji-sama
Saiungoku Monogatari I/II
and loads more that i don't remember...
Perfect Pair (Tezuka/Fuji)
Dirty Pair (Yuushi/Gakuto)
Golden Pair (Oishi/Eiji)
Adorable Pair (Atobe/Jirou)
Platinum Pair (Yagyuu/Niou)
and the ones listed below
Jump to it! (Aoyagi Ruito)
Missing Piece (Saito Takumi & Aoyagi Ruito)
Bohemian Blue (Saito Takumi)
ALL TENIPURI MUSIC!!!
ALL MUSIC BY KIMERU!!!
ALL TENIMYU MUSIC!!!
ALL SHIROTA YUU'S MUSIC!!!
Ono Kento (especially)
Yamaoki Yuuki (haven't seen any of his other works other than Tenimyu, since he's not that famous D:)
DD-Boys (Starring all D-Boys!!!!!!)
Delicious Gakuin (Aibachi!!!)
Hice Cool (starring Yanagi Kotaro, Shrotan, Enyan, Adachi Osamu)
and loads others!!!
If you agree with the following, copy and paste it into your profile and add your name!
Prince of Tennis is the BEST!
Tenimyu actors are adorable!
Sakurada Doori is cute!
Shirotan and Saito Takumi are irresistable!
Kato Kazuki is the best and ONLY Atobe!
Dirty Pair is just down right DIRTY(especially the seme) and the best!
The Perfect Pair is...well...PERFECT.
The Golden Pair is SWEET.
The Silver Pair is LOVABLE!
The Platinum Pair is just right!
The Kinky Pair should be an example of all Sempai/Kohai love!
The Alpha Pair is made for each other!
The Dream Pair will never happen, sweet as it is, it remains a DREAM.
Echizen Ryoma is CUTE, and most pairings work with him, with exceptions, of course, like Horio/Ryoma!
Atobe is obsessed with Tezuka to the EXTREME!
Shiraishi is not only perfect in tennis!
Dirty Pair is the best because they are one of the few doubles partners who call each other by their first name! (the only other I can remember is the Warai Pair -Koharu and Yuuji-)
Adorable Pair are simply Adorable!
Ono Kento and Yamaoki Yuuki are so cute! (actors of Yanagi Renji in Tenimyu)
Copy and Paster and add your your name to the pairings of your liking!, follow my example! AND feel free to add any pair I didn't!
GOLDEN PAIR(OISHIXEIJI) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
SILVER PAIR(SHISHIDOXCHOUTAROU) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
PLATINUM PAIR(NIOUXYAGYUU) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
KINKY PAIR(RENJIXAKAYA) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
ALPHA PAIR(SANADAXYUKIMURA) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
DIABOLIC PAIR(MARUIXAKAYA) -JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
PILLAR PAIR(TEZUKAXRYOMA) -JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
PERFECT PAIR(TEZUKAXFUJI) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
DREAM PAIR(FUJIXEIJI) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
IMPERIAL PAIR(ATOBEXTEZUKA) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
ROYAL PAIR(ATOBEXRYOMA) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
THRILL PAIR(FUJIXRYOMA) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
DATA PAIR(INUIXRENJI) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
MOON PAIR(SAEKIXFUJI) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
DIRTY PAIR(YUUSHIXGAKUTO) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
ADORABLE PAIR(ATOBEXJIROU) -JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
ARROGANT PAIR(ATOBEXYUUSHI) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
DEMONS TRIO(YUKIMURAXSANADAXRENJI) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
EMERAILD PAIR(INUIXKAIDO) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
BAKA PAIR(MOMOXKAIDO) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
AH-UH PAIR(MOMOXRYOMA) - JohanAndersen, ChitoseSenri
WALTZ PAIR (YUKIMURAxATOBE) -ChitoseSenri
this is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. Ifyou post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile. I know I did.
You know what Mommy
You went to the doctor today.
I can hear that doctor again.
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)
IF YOU IGNORE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...BUT IF YOU FIND YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A VERY BIG HEART.
Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense.
Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old
he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing
when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and
that life isn't always fair.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more
than you earn) and reliable Parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge).
His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing
a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch;
and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get
parental consent to administer aspirin to a student, but could not inform the
parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments
became contraband, churches became businesses, and criminals received better
treatment than their victims.
Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realise
that a steaming cup of coffee was hot; she spilled a bit in her lap, and was
awarded a huge financial settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his
wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility, and his son, Reason.
He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner. Not many
attended his funeral because so few realised he was gone.
If you still remember him, pass this on; if not, join the majority and do
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Homophobia and You: They're people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, so weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!
Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.
98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile.
My name is Chris
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."
This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it. So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls.
Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
If you are one of those nice girls who never seem to be given the time of day, copy and paste this to your profile.
what a Boyfriend SHOULD do (A real boyfriend):
You know your in the 21st Century 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 because they don't have a screen name or my space
4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote then press the buttons on the TV
6.) Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job
7.) As you read this you keep nodding and smiling
8.) As you read this you think about sending it to all your friends
9.)and you were to busy to notice number 5
10.) You scroll back up again to see if there was a number 5
11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly
12.) Put this in your profile, and you know fell for it too
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