Author has written 5 stories for Prince of Tennis, and Harry Potter.
I'm giving up fanfiction indefinitely.
Name- Yall can call me Momi-chan
Age- old enough
background- African american
likes- Harry Potter Alot of animes a couple of tv shows prince of tennis Naruto
Dislikes- I really hate it when people Sasuke bash. I also dislike Ron Weasley bashing.
Stories I'm Currently working on. If you like the idea of any of my stories pm me and ask before stealing it.
Coming soon- (First Updated May 12, 2007 2:53 AM) (Last update July , 2007 12:19 PM)
While returning from a strenuous training camp, the Seigaku regulars find themselves lost in the Kappa Mountains. Now they must rely on one another in order to survive.
My Shadow’s Shadow
Neglected and forgotten since infancy in favor of his older brother, Ryoma enters junior high with no intentions of joining the tennis club. But Ryoma will always be the prince of tennis.
in progress (5)
Wasabi Flavored Kisses
Ryoma agrees to help a friend in need, only resulting in the absolute chaos that follows OT5! B-day fic for 1xmocha.
I've decided to start another story. An OT5 (because they're drool worthy) so be on the look out at the end of MSS for the summary if you are interested.
The first step for Fuji was admitting he had a problem.
in Progress(Seven more chapters to go)
Deceiving Grace by Constanace1- I read it about four years ago. This story is one of the most romantic and sad stories I have ever read. Including nonfanfictions. Thought it is a slash (DracoxHarry) it isn't the regular 'love at first sight-lets hop into bed together'. Harry and Draco build a beautiful yet tragic relationship throught the course of the story and it all comes to a head in the most unexpected of plot twsts. This story addresses the issues of loyalty, friendship, love, and discrimination. It was a thrilling and heart felt story that will bring anyone with a heart to tears. I swear if any non slash fan were to read this story then by the end of it they would no doubt be incredibly in love with the pairing HarryxDraco and furthermore they will leave with a heavy heart and feeling that there must be more to the story.
"Contrary to your belief, I do not actually want to see Sengoku dead and gone."
Kirihara made a face. "Does your leg secretly enjoy its love affair with him?"
"Yes. Yes it does." Tezuka managed to say that with a completely straight face. (Paved with good intent chapter 8 by Aishuu)
Jin scanned the ceilings for God's rebuttal and wondered if Yukimura and Sengoku thought they were actually fooling anyone. A puff of cosmic smoke and a dove fluttered from behind the ceiling fan. Right on time, Jin noted. It settled on the desk and offered its leg to him, where a note was tied. Jin was more than happy to untie the note and read it outloud, "Ahem. 'Sengoku. You are a jackass. Love, God.'" It was only by supreme effort that Jin didn't snicker. For this and this alone, he loved his job. (Paved with good intent chapter 8 by Aishuu)
Their opponents were now positive. Hyotei was not human. It was some otherworldly wicked force led by a narcissistic sadist.( Smile For Me chapter 11 by NarcississticRiceBall)
“So, your secret phrase is ‘ninja stars,’” said Sakaki. “If you can get Oishi to say that in less than twenty-six seconds, then you win.”
“I know we can do it!” Eiji said as he called to Oishi who expected he would be the next to come out because it was pretty obvious that the four people before him were the doubles partners of the other members of the groups. So Oishi practically sprinted over and as soon as he came to a stop, Ryuuzaki started the clock.
“Hey Oishi!” said Eiji.
“Hi Eiji,” said Oishi, but then he looked contemplative. “Hang on… wait… I suddenly got a totally random thought!”
“And what thought is that, Oishi?” Eiji asked.
“Ninja stars,” said Oishi with a shrug. “Does that mean anything to you?”
Eiji nodded and looked at the coaches.
The coaches were standing there with wide eyes. Ryuuzaki was so shocked she hadn’t even pressed stop on the watch yet. (four or five by Link and Luigi)
“Seems Kikumaru had a lot of fun playing with Oshitari in that tournament,” Shishido drawled. “You might want to keep an eye on your partner.”
Gakuto whirled around and locked a blistering glare on Eiji. “You keep your beady eyes off Yuushi! Just because you got picked for the tournament doesn’t mean shit. Your acrobatics are pathetic, and your fashion sense is – is…”
Eiji was caught between vehemently denying that he’d enjoyed being matched with Gakuto’s partner, and getting angry at the insults being thrown at him for no reason. He blinked in surprise when Gakuto’s rant trailed off before it had even gotten started. The Hyoutei player was staring at him as if he didn’t know whether to laugh or be sick. Eiji had a sudden urge to look behind him.
“Yuushi,” Gakuto whispered, in a choked little voice, his very wide. “Have you ever seen such a putrid color…? My eyes are burning…”
Oshitari smoothly moved his hand over the redhead’s eyes, blocking his view of Eiji’s green jacket. He grinned down at the trembling player and gently turned him away. “Poor Gakuto. Don’t look directly at it. I wouldn’t want you to hurt your delicate eyes...”
After a strained moment, the trembling broke into semi-hysterical laughter and Gakuto half-leaned on his partner’s arm for support. “It’s just so – so…awful! I can’t even insult him – I can’t look long enough to insult him...! I can't believe he'd w-wear that...that thing...!” (the magic of tennis by arigotomina)
“Do you teach at a magic school, Professor?”
“Yes, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the finest wizarding school in Europe.” There was a definite sound of pride in the man’s voice that time.
“Will I go to a magic school?”
“Can you read?”
“Can you write?”
“Can you cause spontaneous combustion, seal a room, and animate bed sheets into relative-eating monsters?”
“Er… I guess.” (Prince of the Dark Kingdom, Chapter two)
“What sort of training did you have?” the boy asked, eagerly.
“Classified.” Wolf drawled, heavily, intensifying his glare. The boy wilted, nodded, and moved away. Alex sighed, again.
“You’re really not very nice to them, are you?”
“That’s not my job, Cub.” Wolf pointed out, and turned back to his sandwich.
Hastily, Alex took another bite of his sandwich, and when someone else tapped him on the shoulder, he nearly choked on it, throwing up an arm in self-defence, and desperately trying to swallow his mouthful.
“Calm down.” The boy speaking was a sixth former Alex didn’t recognise. “I’m sorry.”
Swallowing, his heart hammering wildly in his throat, Alex nodded, breathing harshly. “Sorry.” He nodded.
“Look, I was just wondering… how would I go about getting into MI6?”
Alex looked at him, glanced at Tom, and looked back up at the sixth former. He paused, then began, finally, “Well, firstly, make sure all your living relatives die,” he said, deadpan.
"I was only asking…”
“Look, I don’t know how you’d go about getting a job with them.” Alex said, tiredly. “That’s what happened to me. If you do that, they’ll probably give you a job.”
The boy looked vaguely horror struck. “That’s how you started working for them?”
“He can’t tell you that.” Wolf said, pleasantly. “Sorry.”
The boy glanced at Alex, who shrugged. He didn’t stay long after catching Wolf’s eye again.
“See?” Wolf said, stretching. “That was – nice.”
“Yeah.” Tom muttered, “Right up to the bit where you glared him into submission.”
(An Object Lesson, Amitai)
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