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  <updated>2008-05-17T01:20:43Z</updated>
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    <title>Takaba's Birthday List</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T01:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T01:20:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is for Akihito Takaba's birthday month... kampai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A camera or piece of camera equipment he longs to own - olympus e-420, this will replace his lost lil camera... which was taken from him by Asami's man (this is also lil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000hybt/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="187" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000hybt/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Some thing or place he really wants to photograph (aside from Asami ^_~) - I was gonna pick out Mount Fuji but then, he did took some pictures of kids in that investigation file made on him so I think this will do too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000e4zx/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="221" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000e4zx/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. His favorite musical group or musician (with sample ^_^) - Utada Hikaru, I am imagining that she could be one of those celebrities that he might have photographed before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000ryzf/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000ryzf/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I got this for a sample:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [http://youtube-dot-com/watch?v=I1xdtKNHj_o&amp;amp;feature=related]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. His favorite food, with recipe - japanese monaka ice cream, looks yummy... you can get more yummy-looking ice cream piccies from this webby.....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; http://japaneseicecream.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from the blog: The outside crust of the Monaka is made of wafers the same as an ice cream cone and the &lt;br /&gt;insides is plain vanilla ice cream. In the middle Monaka ice cream sandwich, there is a &lt;br /&gt;layer of chocolate that's not too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000cxyx/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="229" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000cxyx/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where he'd most like to go (or be willing to go) on a date with Asami - Tokyo Disneyland, I guess I have an affinity for mickey kekekekekeekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000q4bk/"&gt;&lt;img width="180" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000q4bk/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The actor who should play Akihito in a movie - Oguri Shun, I would imagine that he will suit Aki's genkiness quite well... and look, he also bleaches his hair! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000gwgq/"&gt;&lt;img width="176" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000gwgq/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. An outfit you'd like to see him dressed in - sexy maid costume or ears/tails/collar... I guess ears, tails, collar win out in the end.... and this is the only pic I could find for this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000dp7w/"&gt;&lt;img width="200" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000dp7w/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. His favorite animal - puppies and kittens... I believe Takaba likes cute things and... aren't they cute????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000b8g5/"&gt;&lt;img width="240" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000b8g5/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The animal Akihito thinks Asami most resembles - yea, this is the first image that comes to mind... and since I already seen this animal posted before.... gooooo panther-asami-sama!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000kdxs/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="219" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000kdxs/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something he fervently believes in, a cause, a way of life, something central to his character - Takaba lives life as it is... but since he is/or was with Fei-fei... this was a gift from the man kekekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000pwfp/"&gt;&lt;img width="207" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000pwfp/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Pick words you associate with Akihito, starting with the letters of his name. &lt;br /&gt;(This is a text answer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a change, I tried to get Japanese words so minna, bear with me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Asami (can't think of something else ^^)&lt;br /&gt;K - kawaii [cute/charming]&lt;br /&gt;I - itai [painful]&lt;br /&gt;H - hatarakimono [hard worker]&lt;br /&gt;I - isogashii [busy]&lt;br /&gt;T - tadashii [honest/truthful]&lt;br /&gt;O - omoshiroi [interesting/amusing]</content>
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    <title>re: Valentine's Day pre-offering</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T20:06:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T20:06:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello again, minna! It's already valentine's day and I have been preparing my new valentine ficcie-gift for all, but since it is not yet quite finished, I will give you one of my oldest, errr I mean earliest, ficcie posted in ff.net, hope you like this... I will post the new one immediately after I finish writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, enjoy reading... (btw, timeline for this one was before the Shippuuden era... just so you know ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;KISSES (from The Kyuubi Collection)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rising sun was greeted by a loud cheer that day. The news has spread quickly around the village of Konoha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uchiha Sasuke will be kissing the girls, if only they were willing, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like it was a sudden decision, Sasuke doesn't want to do things on an impulse. Truth to be told, he doesn't really want any form of kissing with anyone, at least not in a few more years (he is only thirteen after all); but that incident a few months back changed all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which incident was it? Why, it's the time when Naruto has 'accidentally' kissed him on their first day as genins. Although there were no rampaging male hormones running amok that time, Sasuke still remembers that kiss quite well (as it was his first kiss). He thought that Naruto tasted like miso ramen. Could it be that kisses reflect something about the person whom you kissed, at least in their eating habits? Would he find that special someone whose kisses will leave him craving for more? He needed to find out soon or this will continue to bother him even during on his missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have formed a long line, talking excitedly between themselves. But not all were amused by this development. Most of the boys have grouped together to witness this event. Lee was appalled to see Sakura standing first in line. Chouji consoled himself with some crackers when he saw that Ino was also there. Neji was mad to see his cousin Hanabi so early in the morning and was equally miffed at the sight of his older cousin Hinata (who was dragged along by her sister) in that roster. Shino was grumbling to his bugs while Kiba tried to restrain Akamaru when the dog wanted to join in. Shikamaru couldn't care less, preferring to laze about on the grass watching the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Naruto? He was already busy with his daily exercise on the training grounds to worry about it. And although he heard the loud cheers a while back, his attention was wholly focused on his training and at the thought of kicking Sasuke's butt just in case they do fight in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the village, the kissing activity has already started beginning with Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too aggressive," Sasuke commented, then moved on to kiss Ino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too rough," was his remark before moving on to the next girl in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten-ten's kiss was too bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanabi's was too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinata's was too shy (she ran away even before Sasuke could kiss her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would have also commented on Tsunade-sama but restrained himself for fear of being thrown out of the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When midday rolled around, loud wails of despair could be heard throughout the village as Sasuke moved away from each and every girl that he kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, Naruto was walking back to the village to eat some ramen for lunch when he crossed paths with Sasuke. Sasuke have already kissed all the girls (or at least most of them, plus the Godaime, of course) but still he wasn't satisfied. He knows that he wanted something out from all those kisses but what it was he doesn't have a clue. And seeing Naruto has brought back the memory of their kiss (plus all the other kisses he just had) that he wanted to vent his frustration on the other boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto barely avoided the fist thrown at him by Sasuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell? What's the matter with you, Sasuke?" he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You! It's all your fault!" Sasuke said as he continued his attacks on Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have I done to you?" Naruto asked again. Not hearing any reply from Sasuke, he got mad and began to fight back in earnest. He found his chance to deliver a knockout punch on Sasuke but he tripped on a rock instead, sending both of them sprawling on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke was shocked to find Naruto on top of him with their lips bumping each other and would have gone berserk if not for the sweet taste of the other boy's mouth. This kiss is different this time and he finds that this kiss left him wanting for more that he couldn't help but lick the other boy's lips one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, Naruto," Sasuke began, feeling a blush rising on his cheeks. "Your lips tasted sweet today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that," said Naruto. "It's because I was eating this. Go ahead, try and taste some of these little chocolates called Kisses."</content>
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    <title>My Fei-Long's Hunt List</title>
    <published>2008-02-09T18:48:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-09T21:06:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello minna! after quite a long hiatus (our internet connections went kaput this week), i am back to share my list for all of you... let the corny-ness begin... kekekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. his favorite weapon - since i believe that his legs is his greatest asset, they deserve the best care in the world.... his footwear ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000158s/g12" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000158s/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000158s/"&gt;&lt;img width="262" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000158s/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. favorite cheongsam - it really is so hard to find a good cheongsam pic... but i found this one aptly named as 'hidden dragon long gown' which will totally fit fei-fei ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00005yte/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00005yte/"&gt;&lt;img width="180" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00005yte/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. something he likes to order when he goes out to eat - since it is also hard to find a good food piccie, i've scanned our own recipe book ^^ this is the stir-fry vermicelli and some dessert (which i found in the web) for fei-fei's dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000ae37/g12" alt="" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000ae37/"&gt;&lt;img width="214" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/0000ae37/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000060rc/"&gt;&lt;img width="179" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000060rc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000060rc/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. his favorite liquor - ah yes, bourbon is quite memorable for fei-long, just don't know if this will be a good memory for him ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000035wf/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000035wf/"&gt;&lt;img width="174" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000035wf/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the book he's currently reading - i don't know why but this book comes to mind........ it's the art of war.... yes, he also have an old wooden copy of this book kekekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00002pwz/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00002pwz/"&gt;&lt;img width="159" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00002pwz/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. current favorite piece of music - guess this is the english influence on me personally, but imagine fei-fei hearing this music and reading the book makes my skin crawl..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, this will just be a link to the page.... [&lt;a href="http://www.thanksmuch.com/christmas/greensleeves-mp3.html"&gt;Greensleeves&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. his/Tao's favorite comb for his hair - something wooden, something japanese, kinda old.... i think this was found beside him oh, about seven or eight years ago *runs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000042r4/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000042r4/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="184" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000042r4/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. a movie star he secretly thinks is attractive - i was looking for a female movie star, but this man is the only one that comes to mind.... note: this is jet li in his earlier hong kong movies (once upon in china series). apparently, he could be fei-fei's icon for his cool sleek looks *coughlongbraidedhairandcheongsamcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00009d1t/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00009d1t/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="212" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00009d1t/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. where he loves going for a vacation - one word...... TAO *runs far away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000070a0/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000070a0/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="224" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/000070a0/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. and a naughty one, a sex toy he's always fantasized about trying - dang! someone beat me to aneros.... well, this one with the song i have in mind will really make my skin crawl kekekekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00008627/g12" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00008627/"&gt;&lt;img width="229" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/cleopie71/pic/00008627/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you have fun looking at them piccies, just tip me when you see fei-long's men loitering about... *hides*</content>
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    <title>A VF Birthday-gift Drabble</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T23:44:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T23:44:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">author's note: A drabble for your reading pleasure (but is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time for Ayano Yamane-sensei's birthday... here is a special drabble I errr, drabbled for all of you ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;THREE WISHES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Viewfinder characters are the product of the wonderful Ayano Yamane-sensei... only the lil drabble-ficcie is mine.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Pairing: I wish there were... but Asami, Akihito and Fei-Long are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish you are here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious to Asami that Takaba is not in Fei-Long's hands anymore. He got that message after receiving those icy glares from the younger man. If only he weren't so worried about Takaba then Fei-Long would have already gotten his just desserts. But that could come later, he should concentrate on finding his Akihito right now. His Akihito. Again, he don't know where all of these mushy thoughts are coming from. He must be mellowing down in his age. Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish he is safe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fei-Long realized that Akihito was not able to reach Asami, the man standing before him.The cold steel of Asami's gun on his head was what hinted him to it. This angered him, as it showed that there were other enemies besides Asami who have infiltrated his group. But who was it? And why did they took Akihito? Every one of his men knew that the boy was only a prisoner to Fei-Long. Nobody knows about what was to be exchanged today except for him and Asami, he didn't even told his men why Akihito was to be given back to his enemy. It galls him to work together with Asami but he believes that Akihito should be brought back. And alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I was free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takaba believes that the man who took him was not an underling of either Asami or Fei-Long. The furtive way he looks around and his foreign language (which didn't sound Japanese or Chinese at all) when talking on his mobile have given him a clue. The man tried to look calm and collected but Akihito still noticed some beads of perspiration on his forehead, a sure indication of his nervousness. And who wouldn't be? Even he, who knew both Asami and Fei-Long, knows how terrible both men could be when crossed. He felt that the man taking him is nearing his target meeting place as his pace have quickened and didn't seem to care if others could him approaching. Even he could now see the figures in front of him, clad in their black suits, with a blond-haired man standing amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, I thought that I could get away from here without you knowing it. Now don't move, both of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takaba couldn't quite understand what was being said here. All that he knows is that Asami and Fei-Long are there, he is once again being held captive by someone and is tried to be taken away. He knows that this has got to stop and if both men are not doing anything then he should be the one to pull himself free. But he will need some distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will not take Takaba away with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, I will. You know, I would be happy if the both of you killed each other off, but since you were not able to do that, then..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takaba felt that this is the right time to get away, when the man is more focused on the two men before him than with his captive. But he noticed that the gun that was pointed at him a while ago is now moving straight ahead, right straight to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Takaba!!!"</content>
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    <title>cleopie71 @ 2007-07-23T07:53:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-22T23:59:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-22T23:59:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note: &lt;/b&gt;Did you know what day it is? Why it’s Sasuke’s birthday!!! And for our fave emo boy-king, I would like to gift him with a new fanficcie (plus, this is my belated birthday gift to everyone). Hope you all enjoy reading this one. Don't be shy to review and comment, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;You know the drill, only this fanficcie is mine and Naruto belongs to the great Masashi Kishimoto-sensei!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;SasuxNaru, once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;Generally okay for viewing/reading, just some little naughty scene so don't blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: &lt;/b&gt;Nothing fanciful, just that this fanficcie is un-betafied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOBILE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;RING!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Wha- what the hell was that?” asked a yellow-haired boy who was quite busy jumping from tree to tree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“That, I think is coming from you, Naruto,” said a white-haired jounin who was leading two groups of shinobis that comes from the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Hidden&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Leaf&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Village&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Oh? Ah, that’s right. It’s my new mobile phone,” said Naruto, who finally recognized the tone that he picked for his new handy phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Okay, let’s take a break!” Kakashi advised to the two teams who are on this mission to find Sasuke.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Oi Naruto, what in the code’s name ‘retrieve Sasuke secret mission’ do you not understand? And why are you carrying such an encumbrance with you?” Kakashi asked Naruto, who was once under his wing and guidance. He didn’t know if him being not in command of team 7 anymore has anything to do with this boy’s latest antics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“But, but, Kakashi-sensei, this phone is really handy and it might be useful to us in our mission right now. Look, isn’t it cool to have a phone with you anywhere you go?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“And how would you use that when its batteries ran out?” Sakura asked Naruto, who wanted to pacify the growing anger she could see in their former team head.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Well, I do have some batteries along with me. See,” declared Naruto, proudly showing some fist-sized batteries that was in his backpack.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kakashi sighed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Alright, that’s enough. Just remove that loud ring from your phone or you will announce our presence to all enemies nearby.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Ah well, frankly I don’t really know how to remove this loud tone from my phone, eh?” said Naruto, this time surprising everyone into dumbfoundedness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Why you! Pass it here,” said Sakura, who checked the phone’s menu and finally managed to put the phone into silent mode. “Here, that should do it. Now, I’ve put it on vibrate so you will know when someone is calling you, understand?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Wow! Thanks, Sakura-chan. You are such an angel.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kakashi then advised to everyone, “we should stay here for now since it’s already night time. We will continue our search tomorrow so get some sleep, minna.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Ahh, Sasuke, don’t touch there. That tickles.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Hey, Naruto, wake up,” whispered Sakura, promptly waking the golden-haired boy from his sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Eh? Err Sakura, did I say something while I was asleep?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“I don’t know. You were mumbling and giggling in your sleep though,” said the pink-haired girl, turning back from Naruto to go back to sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Naruto was blushing upon hearing what Sakura had said. Thankfully, he was not loud enough in his sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;‘Dang!’ thought Naruto. ‘I wondered why I was suddenly dreaming about Sasuke, and on a mission nonetheless. Could it be because we are now looking for him that I was thinking of him again?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BZZZ!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A vibration behind his butt interrupted his thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Whoa!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Naruto clamped a hand on his mouth to stop his voice from echoing out loud. He pulled out his mobile phone from the beltbag behind him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Moshi! Moshi!” he whispered.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Ah, Usuratonkachi. Are you really awake now?” asked a smooth voice from the other end, reminding Naruto of his long-lost team member.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Sa- Sasuke! Why are you calling me and how did you know my number?” Naruto whispered into the mobile phone, lest he be heard by the others who were sleeping nearby.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Nothing, I just want to hear your voice, dobe. It’s been so long.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“ Well, I didn’t missed you!” said Naruto, glad to be able to hear the other boy’s voice again but still miffed at having failed to get him back twice before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Oh, you sounded angry? Are you really mad at me for interrupting your beauty sleep or were you doing something naughty again?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Never mind that,” said Naruto, distracting Sasuke away from the reason for his blushing cheeks, “You just wait, we will be coming to rescue you again. Even if it means I have to break every bone inside my body.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sasuke sighed. Some things just never change, he thought.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Fine. I will be waiting for you all and remember not to put your vibrating phone behind your butt or you will have erotic dreams of me again. Fufufufufufu.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Click! The connection went dead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“What! How the hell did he know that?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>LIVEJOURNAL STRIKEOUT 2007</title>
    <published>2007-05-31T00:49:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-31T00:49:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">With the recent deletion of accounts because of "perceived" illegal contents.... i have decided to change my account back to basic (from the recent plus account) in support of all those communities.... while I do not condone and absolutely abhor child molesters, it is inconceivable that fanfictions in any way promote the abuse of children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss shota tho *sigh* Does it mean that Japanese shota mangas will not see American shores??? Also, I will not be posting my fanfictions in here in case LJ decides to read fanfiction and delete/suspend user accounts because of fanfiction's illegal contents..... tsk tsk where did freedom of speech and expression went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support all my manga-related communities, I hope we all survive this onslaught, folks!</content>
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    <title>cleopie71 @ 2007-05-31T08:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-31T00:49:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-31T00:49:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">With the recent deletion of accounts because of "perceived" illegal contents.... i have decided to change my account back to basic (from the recent plus account) in support of all those communities.... while I do not condone and absolutely abhor child molesters, it is inconceivable that fanfictions in any way promote the abuse of children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss shota tho *sigh* Does it mean that Japanese shota mangas will not see American shores??? Also, I will not be posting my fanfictions in here in case LJ decides to read fanfiction and delete/suspend user accounts because of fanfiction's illegal contents..... tsk tsk where did freedom of speech and expression went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support all my manga-related communities, I hope we all survive this onslaught, folks!</content>
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    <title>Narutofindaa (Part 1)</title>
    <published>2007-04-08T23:56:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-08T23:56:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This was supposed to be my Valentine’s treat to everyone but it’s now Easter… hope you still enjoy this one though.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;Naruto is not mine, it’s from the great Kishimoto-sensei… and this ficcie is based (no, not a crossover) on Yamane Ayano’s Viewfinder series… not mine either, I do own all copies of the series though ^^&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing: &lt;/b&gt;SasuxNaru, who else?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; some smutty parts... errr, I mean more…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note: &lt;/b&gt;Calling on &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='thexsadist' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thexsadist.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://thexsadist.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thexsadist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; … &lt;/b&gt;who wants to read some sasuxnaru smut, hope you like this girl! And if you’re not familiar with the series “Viewfinder” by Yamane Ayano, I encourage you to buy and read it… whether in Japanese or English version…. Go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARUTOFINDAA&amp;nbsp; Who’s My Loveprize Where?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;CLICK!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Perfect,” said a young man who was trying to hide behind the crates in his bright orange jumpsuit. After satisfying himself to some photos, he stealthily walked away from the place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Asasuke-sama, there have been reports that a kid have been skulking around the clubs.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Haven’t gotten himself inside yet?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“What? Oh, err, I’m sure he wouldn’t get past our security. Here.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pictures were scattered across the table. The face of a blond boy in his orange jumpsuit and holding a camera peeped out from each frame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“His name is Takaba Anaruto and he usually hangs out with that pervert Sannin, Jiraiya.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Asasuke holds up a picture of Anaruto in his wild “ring-on-face-trying-to-look-scary-but-cool” look.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“And you say he hides well? Never mind that, he needs to be taught a lesson.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BLAG!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Wha- what are you doing?! I haven’t done anything to you guys!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Takaba Anaruto?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;‘Woah! He looks hot!’ Anaruto thought upong seeing Asasuke in his body-fitting black suit, walking as cool as you please, with a strawberry pocky in his mouth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A pocky?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Yeah, who wants to know?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Takaba Anaruto? You had been a very bad boy lately. My men told me you have been checking out my clubs and taking pictures.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A hot bod and cool voice? Damn! Even *** (edited in case of copyright issues) never had it so good. But enough of that, I’m not here to drool on someone, better get back to business.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“What pictures? Well, you don’t have to worry about that ‘coz it didn’t turn out well in the first place.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Oh? So you did take some shots, eh? Now, why don’t you tell me who you’re working for?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Grrr. I would just love to smack that smirk off that guy’s face. Who does he think he is?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Like hell I’d tell you anything.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;UGH!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I wasn’t prepared for that punch. Man, that hurts! Damn those chunks of muscles with him. I definitely needed to escape.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“You better mind your manners. You should show some respect when talking to boss.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Like I really care about that.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;And with that, I kicked one of the men holding me right in the groin, yanked out my arm from the other captor’s grasp, and bolted away from them. I wasn’t really thinking where I was running to and suddenly found myself atop one of the Hokage’s head. The third, I believe. What have I gotten myself into?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Asasuke was just seconds behind his man when they cornered Anaruto atop the building.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Just give it up, kid. There’s nowhere to run.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I know, but I’m not that stupid to be caught by some old guys who doesn’t do anything but bully people.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anaruto suddenly jumped down from the building. Asasuke could hear the horrified screams of the people downstairs as he peeked below, curious to see what happened to the kid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deep inside, he was not really surprised to see Anaruto still alive though, hanging so nimbly at the edge of the Third Hokage’s nose. What surprised him was the boy’s cheekiness, looking back at him with that smug face of his as if telling him that he is so hard for them to catch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Ha ha ha. Did you see him,” he asked his bodyguard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Err, yes sir. That kid sure has guts.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“That usuratonkachi.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I’m telling you! My little pinkie got hurt when I jumped down the Third’s nose!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Damn! This ojiisan, with his wild white hair, is so hard to talk to. Didn’t even believed the story of me being chased and attacked by those men. And that sex-, errr, I mean that guy…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“And do you know who that man could possibly be, ero-Sannin?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Well, that could be Asasuke. He owns that club that you’re sniffing out last week,” said the white-haired man to Anaruto, unknowingly rousing up the kid’s interest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Asasuke? I believe I’ve heard that name before. Isn’t that the guy who is stirring up the Anbu’s nest?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Oh-oh. You better not get any weird ideas, kid.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“What have I said?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I said that innocently, but for anyone who knows me, they would probably noticed by now the rising excitement in my voice. This pervert person knows me quite well though.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“I know you. You have that sparkle in your eyes whenever you found something that interests you. Arrogant bastard, is he?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Oh, yeah.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Wanna whip his ass, eh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Definitely.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“See what I mean? All I’m saying is you better not embroil yourself in his affairs. He is on a different level than you are. I’ve even heard that he is part of the drug route here in Konoha. Did you know that the investigation on his clubs was stopped? Apparently upon orders from the top. Yeah, I can say that he is one troublesome guy.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“So, what have I to fear from him? A sempai once told me that you would never succeed in this business if you just do the same things as everyone else.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The white-haired sannin sighed deeply.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Why does the Godaime always let me babysit this problem child? Why?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, at the penthouse of a luxury hotel, Asasuke lies leisurely on his bed while listening to the reports of his secretary on the phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“It appears that some other group is trying to penetrate our dealings in Konoha. And about that kid, it seems that he is a friend of that legendary sannin, Jiraiya. We believe that he did not leak any information to the Anbu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Okay, I will take care of the rest.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Asasuke turned thoughtful upon hearing about Anaruto again. It seems that the kid has made an impact on him upon their meeting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Hmmm, that cheeky brat, maybe I could play with him next time. Oh, the endless possibilities, fu fu fu fu.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The next night, I suddenly found myself hiding behind large crates on the docks. That old pervert Jiraiya told me that there would be some cargo landing here tonight. Getting this scoop would be a big boost to my career. Some noises in the distance alerted me to coming company, but I was a bit surprised to see a lonesome figure walking near me. Now who the hell is this guy? I trained my camera on him and was surprised to see him looking back at me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“A-sasuke?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cleopie71 @ 2007-01-23T11:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T03:52:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-23T04:19:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;INTERLUDE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“In memory of that infamous reunion scene.” And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, then you’re not a true-blooded SasuxNaru lover ^^.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sasuke.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So you are also with them, Naruto.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I could not believe it! After all this time, after the long hours I spent practicing my ninja skills and all the countless missions I took to look for him. All I get is that lousy and drab greeting???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I don’t believe you! You don’t need Orochimaru’s power! We are taking you home with us!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You’re taking me with you, eh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sasuke whispered in my ear. He moved so fast that he was beside me in a second. All of us were rooted on our place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With one hand holding me where I was, the other drew out the long sword that was sheathed behind his back, ready to strike.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLANG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sai have blocked Sasuke’s sword, breaking my temporary lapse, and prompting me to jump away from Sasuke when…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BOOM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I guess I was knocked unconscious for a while by that explosion. When I came to, the day has given to a dark, moonlit night; the blast had created a large fire in the distance; and I am in Sasuke’s arms, both of our clothes in tatters due to that fire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Damn you, Sasuke! You trying to kill us back there!?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That’s just for show, my dear, just for show. Now hush and let us enjoy our brief, romantic interlude.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afterthoughts: I got the idea for that ideal SasuxNaru reunion from a scene in a Batman comic that I have... you know, him and catwoman (or Selina Kyle) with a full moon and fire raging behind them ^^ Yeah, I know it sounds a bit sugary, but I just can't help it... wub them to bits, ne? Oh yeah, reactions are welcome... *hides from possible tomatoes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cleopie71:7215</id>
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    <title>So It's You (again)</title>
    <published>2007-01-21T00:21:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-21T00:29:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello again! a belated (yes, i know it's so very) happy new year to all! i just opened up my new multiply site and have uploaded my edited parosong there called 'so it's you' and since i haven't completely posted all the pages the first time i've posted before, i would like to share the whole thing with you all SasuxNaru fans!!! hopefully it won't last a year till we see the two together again, kawaii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, enjoy! (errr, i'll just link the album site here so you can view them all in one go ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleopie71.multiply.com/photos/photo/1/1"&gt;Follow the yellow fake blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cleopie71:7040</id>
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    <title>an Asami Birthday Drabble</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T09:07:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T09:07:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Reunion&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(an Asami Birthday Drabble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the words spoken by the man I have placed to spy on Fei Long. After all these months of waiting, the time to take back what's mine has come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting quietly in the back seat of a plateless black limousine, Asami thought of the dangers awaiting Takaba... his Takaba. Yes, now he could tell to himself that the boy is his. And no one else's. No one has the right to touch his... so he is not his property, or his thing, but by God, Takaba Akihito is his. Definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the words spoken by the man who have taken me away from my country and brought me in a strange land. Everytime I think back on that day, my sympathy with Fei Long instantly vanishes, that bastard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying patiently on Fei Long's bed, counting the time that the man would put down his guard for even just a moment, and his chance for escape will once again be at hand. Just as soon as Fei Long walked out of the room to take care of his business, Takaba Akihito knew that this is the moment he is waiting for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time... to see Akihito once again." &lt;br /&gt;"It's time... to run back to Asami once again." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takaba Akihito was running fast upon the streets of Hong Kong, away from Fei Long's house, away from Fei Long's reach. He smelled the air like a man who has been locked inside a cell for a very long time. He took his time to feel the warmth of the setting sun on his skin, and look around the place which was 'home' for these past few weeks. Happiness was etched upon his face as he glide accross the pavement, and chanced to look upon a man who was sitting inside a black car, familiar eyes that caught his surprised gaze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asami.</content>
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    <title>cleopie71 @ 2006-04-23T07:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-22T23:59:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-23T00:02:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMEBACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;From the Kyuubi Collection&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;A SasuxNaru special from a Kyuubi’s point of view… again…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Just a little more time until I see you again… Sasuke.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Oh, geez! This kid just doesn’t learn. And after all that time when I don’t fear going to sleep because I won’t be poked at constantly by raging hormones. Growing up inside the boy with a persistent peepee always beside me is not very good. Could actually be an impediment to the Uzumaki line, seeing that the seedlings aren’t being put to good use, for obvious reasons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Your relationship with Sasuke, I want to know all about it.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Right, egg him on, why don’t you. I almost blew him up, this Sai kid when I first saw him. Thought it was that Sasuke parading in disguise. But the way he talks have dispelled all of my doubts that this was him. Always want to talk about peepees that I almost screamed with the blond boy just to make him stop. People are so stupid it makes me want to burn them all to dust.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Haven’t you learned yet to be careful of your surroundings, Usuratonkachi?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Sa-sasuke, wha- Ugh”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Hmp, and after all those warnings from the Ero-Sennin about people who wanted me for their own use, you would think that he should be alert to all kinds of danger by now. But no, he even got excited just hearing that pervy boy’s voice again. Got to find a way so that the past won’t happen again (and you go read my previous account of these two&amp;nbsp;to know what I’m talking about).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Usuratonkachi. Hey, wake up.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Unnn, that you, Sasuke?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Of course it’s me. Who else? Now get up and feed the kids.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“The kids?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Mommy! Mommy! We wanna have breakfast already!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Waaaaaaaah! The little Sasuke’s are back!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Five little Sasukes come jumping on the bed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Mommy, little Naruto is being bad again.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“What?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Come back here, you. I’m gonna blast you all!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;A little Naruto look-a-like comes barging into the room and blasted all the occupants in bed with katon-no-jutsu.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Nooooo! I don’t want that!!!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“What? What the hell are you talking about, you dobe?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“I hate you, Sasuke! I’ll totally kick your butt!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ahhh, yes. Just a little mind-fuck to make your wishes come true. Now I can go back and relax again, without fear of having any peepee attack me. You can call me the comeback kyuubi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>cleopie71 @ 2006-02-19T08:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-19T00:13:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-19T00:13:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Warnings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;some OOCs, fluff and smut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;standard disclaimers apply, like KKM is NOT mine, etc. etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing: &lt;/strong&gt;ConxYuu&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Author's Note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A special Valentine offering. Supposed to be posted during valentines but somehow I wasn’t able to finish it on time. But here it is, hope you like it… go ConxYuu!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I SANG AT YOUR WEDDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Love me tender,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Love me sweet,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Never let me go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;You have made my life complete,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And I love you so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;How long has it been since I first met you? Ah, but you wouldn’t know anything about it. Yes, you were still a little babe that was soaking in the sunshine, your smile charming me even way back then. And when I held you close to me, I knew even then as I knew now, that you are special to me and that I will do everything to keep that smile on your face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Love me tender,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Love me true,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;All my dreams fulfilled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;For my darlin’ I love you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And I always will.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I was so happy when I heard that you will be coming here. In Shinmakoku. And then, when I finally saw you on Maou soil, I vowed silently that my faith and loyalty will forever be in your hands. And I will oppose everyone; my friends, comrades, and yes, even my family if they will ever doubt in you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Love me tender,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Love me long,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Take me to your heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;For it’s there that I belong,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And we’ll never part.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;But I haven’t been a very good subject, am I? Giving you courage then turning my back on you, promising loyalty then suddenly betraying you, and making you smile then washing that all away with your tears. And for all of that, I am truly sorry. Just the thought of betraying you hurts me more than you could ever know. It’s a pain in my heart that will never go away, a constant reminder of the darkness that I have once embraced.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Love me tender,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Love me dear,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Tell me you are mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I’ll be yours through all the years,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Till the end of time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And now, as I watch you walk down that path, it makes me grateful for being a part of your life. You have grown up to be a nice young man, a man fitting to be our king. As I look upon the multitude of faces looking towards you, I feel that could understand them quite well. You have brought sunshine in our lives, just as I prayed in one summer afternoon long ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;(when at last my dreams come true&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Darling this I know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Happiness will follow you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Everywhere you go).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Ah, who in world would ever think of singing at their own wedding?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Wolfram, stop that-“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“I was just telling the truth, bro- he should not sing at his own wedding!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Just admit that you are jealous of Conrad snatching your ‘bride’ away.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Shut up, you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords: Hope you liked that... this was supposed to go up last Valentines day, but I didn't get to finish it on time. Oh well, this will be my Valentines/White day offer to you all... just note down your comments and... violent reactions? kekekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cleopie71:6173</id>
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    <title>Happy Valentines, all ye SasuxNaru fans!</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T05:39:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T05:39:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Haven't posted in a looooong time... I hope I do this one right, just for you SasuxNaru (and not quite SasuxNaru) fans! Come to think of it, it's the first time I upload some pics too, now go and read my new Parosong (parody song kekekekeke)...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: Naruto manga/anime is not mine, song 'So It's You' is not mine, I'm just here to share the beauty of the song and SasuxNaru love to all.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/4293/anaruto0027qs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img345.imageshack.us/img345/3461/anaruto0030ji.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img345.imageshack.us/img345/9822/anaruto0047ln.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/3686/anaruto0058pt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/2271/anaruto0065ke.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;p.s. This part is only half of the whole song... I'll post the other half once I finish it... Just holler for any comments, suggestions, violent reactions (?)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cleopie71:5923</id>
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    <title>worky time!</title>
    <published>2005-09-20T23:34:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-20T23:34:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">aawwwwww... online minutes (or hours) will be cut since i will be starting my new job today... oh, well... it could only mean more money for my mangas! kekekekeeke</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cleopie71:5703</id>
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    <title>me meme</title>
    <published>2005-09-07T00:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-07T00:07:00Z</updated>
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    <title>naruto mpreg crack</title>
    <published>2005-08-25T00:24:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-25T00:24:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Just posting my naruto mpreg ficcie (which ive written down a long time ago and remembered when sasuxnaru posies talked about mpreg ficcies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONSCIENCE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;from The Kyuubi Collection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A SasuxNaru special&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Oi, Dobe! Let's do it one more time."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"What? B-but I'm tired and sleepy now! N-n-nooo... Don't touch there... Ah... Ahh... Ow, my butt is still aching. No, no, no, not that kind of ache! Aah... Ahh... You're such an animal... Sasuke... more..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;For all his grumbling and complaining, the littly guy is so ecchi in bed. Ahh, there goes my beauty sleep. And that Uchiha kid doesn't stop at two. No sir, he'll try to get as much smex as he can until the roosters cackle in the morning, leaving both the kid and I very sleepy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I would so love to fry that Uchiha boy's p**** (kyuubi's foul language censored) but my 'keeper' might get angry and do some stupid or unfathomable thing, like maybe drown himself in his ofuro or something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Lack of sleep makes me very grumpy lately that I really want to burn a village or two. Their nightly coupling has got to stop! I wasn't meant to be housed inside a kid just to be poked at by Sasuke junior every night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Hmmm, Sasuke junior, now that has given me a great idea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;'Oi, wake up, boy!'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Wha-? Who is there?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;'Who else? It's me. Hurry and wake up!'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Huh? Where am I? Is this...?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;'Yes. It's me again.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Oh! It's you, demon fox! Why am I here? Waaah! What has happened to my belly?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;'Don't you remember? You are pregnant.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Hah! That would show him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I am not! How is that possible?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;'Maybe you've had too much sex lately?'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"No way! It's impossible! I am just dreaming! Tell me I am just dreaming."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;'What do you think? I must say that being pregnant becomes you though.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"This is not happening! It's not true! Ow ow ow! I think I am getting some cramps! You, help me!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;'Oh, you look like you're in labor. That must hurt.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Noooo!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;This is so much fun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Haaa, it was all just a dream."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;'Is it really?'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"De-demon fox! Where are you? Show yourself, you!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Mommy, I want some milk!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Waaah! Mommy, Sasuke-two pulled my hair!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"But Sasuke-one broke my toy first!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"I wanna sleep now, mommy!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Waaah! Who are you guys? Where the hell did you all come from? I am not your mommy! What? All of you look like little Sasukes!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Mommy! Mommy!" (the little 'Sasukes' said in chorus)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Noooo! This dream is worse than the last one!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"What is happening to you, Usuratonkachi? Hey, wake up!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Sa-sasuke! No! Get away from me! I don't want to get pregnant! No waaaaay!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Wha- what are you saying? Oi, get back here!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Ah, peaceful nights are here again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-pagination: none; mso-layout-grid-align: none"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;afterthought: maybe i should include this in my kyuubi collection...&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
  </entry>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cleopie71:5210</id>
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    <title>A SasuxNaru Special Birthday Crack</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T22:02:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T22:02:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warnings:&lt;/strong&gt; more smutty scenes and occasional OOC-ness.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; as usual, Naruto is not mine, though I would like to think he is my lil tyke.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pairing:&lt;/strong&gt; SasuxNaru, who else?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author's Note:&lt;/strong&gt; another ficcie dedicated to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='thexsadist' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thexsadist.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://thexsadist.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thexsadist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , with special thanks to tsuki and seabaanto/seaburnt for their additional contribution in my vocab.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECRET FETISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A SasuxNaru special crack&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Wha- what the hell is that?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naruto was looking incredulously at the new object being displayed in their living room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"That is the baton that we used in the last sports festival," replied a smug-looking Sasuke.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"You! You want to put that on display? You almost killed me with it!" complained the blond-haired boy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"What can I say? I'm your sentimental kind of guy. And you were not even close to being killed. I think that you liked it that time, too."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"I did not! And don't look at me like that! That- that thing isn't going near any hole in my body EVER!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naruto defensively put his hands behind his butt to emphasize his point.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Aw, admit that you liked that. Deep inside, you know that you want to do it again," Sasuke cajoled Naruto.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Get your hands off me, you pervert!" Naruto ignored Sasuke, then walked off to the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"I guess I am when it comes to you," said Sasuke.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"You are what?" Naruto asked, who already forgot what he was talking about.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"I said that I am a pervert when it comes to you," Sasuke clarified, coming behind Naruto to embrace him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Quit it, I am trying to drink milk here."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sasuke took the milk carton from Naruto, put it on the table, then carried off the blond-haired boy into their bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Don't you want to drink my milk instead?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Really Sasuke, how come I haven't heard about your pervertness before?" Naruto complained though is not quite adversed to the other boy's advances.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"I told you, I am only like this around you," teased Sasuke, giving Naruto some playful kisses.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Oh! But just to make it clear, I am not the pervert one in this pair," verified Naruto.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Really? Maybe I could convince you to?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"I dunno. Ahh... well, really... Sasuke, stop distracting me!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naruto can't think straight because the other boy is letting his hands roam on his body. All he could think about was Sasuke's hands massaging his chest, then teasing his nipples, and then stroking his way towards his growing arousal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"You don't want me to continue? Shall I stop?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sasuke has already sensed the other boy's contentment with what he is doing. Naruto's sexy purr is music to his ears as he finally captured the blond-haired boy's throbbing member in his hand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Yes... no... Sa-sasuke, oohh..."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naruto almost shouted with joy when Sasuke started stroking his p**** (censored, courtesy of Kakashi-sensei).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Naruto, about that baton..."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The blond-haired boy was a bit disappointed that Sasuke stopped what he was doing and brought back that 'baton' topic.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"But Sasuke, I don't want that!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sasuke chuckled at the look of disappointment in Naruto's face.&amp;nbsp;Again, he started stroking&amp;nbsp;the other boy's hard arousal and explained.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"What I want to say is, that baton reminds me of my secret fetish," he said, licking Naruto in his ear to heighten his excitement.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"And what is your secret..." Naruto started to say but was surprised when Sasuke suddenly inserted a finger in his butthole.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naruto forgot everything else as he gave himself up to his koibito's lovemaking. He could feel his temperature rise as Sasuke's finger goes in and out of his quivering hole, in rhythm with the sensual rubbing of his manhood.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not wanting to remain passive, Naruto positioned himself so he could touch Sasuke's hard shaft and started sucking on it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Ah yes, Usuratonkachi. Be a good boy and drink your milk."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naruto still doesn't like that 'petname' of his so he nipped Sasuke's member to show his displeasure, then continued on with his sucking, nearly driving the dark-haired boy to the edge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Dobe... aaahhh... I... can't take... it..." said Sasuke.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sasuke suddenly flipped Naruto on his belly and inserted his pulsing member in the other boy's waiting hole, and finally fucked them both to sexual heaven.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Good morning, Usuratonkachi. Do you want to drink some milk?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naruto was surprised at the other boy's smiling face. Sasuke is NEVER like this in the morning, or at any other time of the day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Not that again," Naruto said, mistaking the other boy's meaning.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sasuke laughed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"What I meant was do you want to eat breakfast already?" he clarified.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Oh!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Naruto snuggled closer to Sasuke and whispered, "you know, I do have my own secret fetish."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sasuke was intrigued.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"And what is that?" he asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"You got milk?"&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cleopie71:5000</id>
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    <title>Happy Birthday to me!</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T21:26:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T21:26:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;some OOCs, fluff and smut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt;standard disclaimers apply, like KKM is mine, etc. etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Pairing: ConxYuu&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Author's Note: &lt;/b&gt;Smutty parts are dedicated to thexsadist, and special thanks to S-P (Sinful Serenity) for her fabulous beta-ing! This ficcie is for all of us ConYuu lovers in this world, may our group grow bigger kekekeke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;NO REGRET LIFE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SPLASH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Welcome back, heika."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Conrad! Wha- what are you-? Where have I landed this time? …Oh!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ah, Yuuri, how brightly you sparkle even when you sit there, even wet and bedraggled. Of course, I would never say that out loud. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"So, were you also enjoying your bath, Heika?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, he didn't hear the waver in my voice as I try valiantly to keep my sanity in.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Well, ye- yes..."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It's bad enough that Yuuri is sitting there naked in my bath, but having him there naked AND wriggling makes matters even worse. Better get him out of here fast before he notices that Conrad Junior is waving happily down there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Umm, Conrad, is that your sword or were you just happy to see me?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh Maou, give me strength!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Heika, I think it's best that you go back to your room now."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Why? And didn't I tell you before to stop calling me Heika?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My mind tells me that this is wrong, but my heart seems to tell me that everything will be all right. To compound the problem, Yuuri doesn't act like himself tonight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Yuuri, please stop," I said pleadingly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Just for a little while longer."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With his soft voice whispering in my ear and that smooth ass rubbing on my p** (I shouldn't say such crude words, gomen), I feel my control snapped.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Yuuri..." I heard myself say before capturing his hot lips in mine and thrusting myself up in his sweet hole. [S-P: What, no lube?! God &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; those demons…]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Ahh...! Conrad, more..."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yuuri is sounding more and more sexy in his awakening passion. His heat enveloped my questing member as I thrust in and out of his lithe body, slowly driving myself to the edge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If this is a dream then I don't want to wake up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Conrad, wake &lt;i&gt;up."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Guess I spoke too soon.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I opened my eyes to find myself alone, in nothingness. Everything around me is black and it felt like I was suspended in space.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; appeared. And just like in our previous encounters, he will suddenly appear and disappear in my dreams. The Original King.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Prepare yourself for your last mission."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have never questioned him about anything before. I never wondered about any mission that was ever given me. Even when I was in mourning over Julia's death, there wasn't any doubt that all of my faith lies in his hands.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Conrad, the future is dark. A large force is gathering to wreak havoc on the New Mazoku... Bloodshed is inevitable…the King is in danger."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"No!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I finally woke up from my dreams, alone in my room. Thankfully, the walls here are so thick that my shout did not wake up anyone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stood up and decided to go to the baths to clear up my muddled thoughts. Stripping quickly, I lowered my body in the steaming hot waters, it's warmth soothing my aching muscles—as if I’d just run some terribly long race, instead of merely having a dream. I let myself enjoy my time here and forget all of my worries even just for a little while.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPLASH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"What the—? Conrad! Where have I landed this time? OH!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Somehow, it felt like I have seen all of this before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Heika, good evening. Let me guess, you were at your bath."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Damn! I couldn't get that image of a naked Yuuri out of my mind, and now he is here in the flesh (and still naked). I'm afraid that Conrad Junior will die of overexcitement.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Umm, Conrad, I think there is something poking at my back."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And Yuuri wasn't satisfied in just saying that, no, he have to grab that 'something poking' and figure out what it is. Yes, Conrad Junior will die a happy penis (oh, I finally said the word, bad me).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Ah, Heika, I think you better—" I started to say.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"This is—OH!" He said at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He have clamped himself against my body, in his haste to get away from my hard arousal. I could see the fiery blush on his cheeks and hear the loud thumping of his heart. So, I was not the only one affected by all this. Somehow, that thought makes my heart rejoice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Conrad," he said, looking steadily in my eyes, blushes and all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Heika... Yuuri," I murmured, feeling my face getting closer and my lips instinctively seeking his.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;SLAM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The hinges on the door nearly coming off, and in comes Wolfram. Always in haste, perpetually serious. His eyes nearly popped out of its sockets upon seeing Yuuri and I in the bath.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Yuuri! I knew it! You philanderer, and with my- my- with &lt;i&gt;him!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course, he was pushed aside by Günter, who was always quick in matters concerning Yuuri. Then after him comes the entire entourage, Yozak, Gwendal and Murata. &lt;i&gt;I wonder where my privacy went.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Welcome back, Heika! Here, let me help you out of there. We better get you some clothes before you get a cold," Günter cried, who was trying to appear the semblance of calm even as blood was starting to run down his nose.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Hurry up and get dressed, Conrad. We are being called by Ulrike to the Blood Pledge Castle because of an urgent message from the Original King," said Gwendal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Get your hands off him, you—you—!" Wolfram shouted, barely able to restrain himself, as the whole lot of them went out of my room, causing ruckus along their way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I waited a few moments after they walked out of my room before preparing myself for the night visit to the Blood Pledge Castle. I felt that this might be the last time when I could be alone and think of only about myself, and him.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Gwendal, Wolfram and I locked ourselves inside the library after coming back from Blood Pledge Castle. As in my dream, the news from Ulrike was not good. More bad signs appeared as dark clouds formed in the horizon to signal an incoming storm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"I will oversee all things here in the castle. Conrad, you are too gather the soldiers and prepare for battle. Wolfram, you will guard Heika and see that he doesn't go sneak out onto the battlefield."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"What? You think that idiot will really do something that stupid?" That was from Yuuri's ever-loving fiancé.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; possible. You should remain by him all the times. Now, Conrad, Ulrike has told us of the impending war, but you should try all means for possible peaceful talks first."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ah Gwendal, methinks has already been influenced by the peaceful thinking of Yuuri. I actually hadn't expected him to say something about negotiating with the other forces first, instead opposing Yuuri about doing any peacemaking. I wanted to refute Gwendal's words but refrained myself from saying it. Maybe because this is not the time to worry them needlessly. I was given a mission, and I should accomplish it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"What is the meaning of this?" Yuuri suddenly interrupted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Apparently, he got away from Günter's guarding (under the guise of settling some kingdom matters, of course).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Ah, excuse me, but I think I heard Annissina's footsteps approaching," Gwendal remarked, and quickly removed himself from the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Yuuri, it's time for Greta's bedtime story," Wolfram said, starting to drag Yuuri away with him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"But I still want to talk to Conrad. Wait, wait!" he protested but was unable to escape the other man's hold.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"I'm sorry, Heika, but I have some urgent business that needed overseeing," I explained, hoping to escape before being forced to say anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Excuse me, but have you seen Gwendal anywhere? I need him to try out my new invention," Annissina's voice cut through the thickening tension around the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As usual, for fear of being targeted as Annissina's replacement guinea pigs, we pointed to where Gwendal have ran off to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Could please hold these for me, Heika? I'll just go and find Gwendal. I’ll come back for them later." Annissina pushed a bunch of flowers in Yuuri's arms then took off after Gwendal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"These flowers..." were the last words I heard from Yuuri before escaping myself from the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yozak was already waiting outside when I finally emerged from my room, armored and ready for the upcoming battle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Conrad, the soldiers have already assembled and are ready to move out," he reported.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Alright, then it's time for us to go."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Conrad! Conrad, wait a minute!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So Yuuri was able to escape from Wolfram's clutches. He reached me as soon as I stepped outside the doorway, trying hard to catch his breath. He clutched the bunch of flowers in one arm and took hold of my hand in the other. Yozak discreetly walked away from us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Isn't there any way to settle this matter peacefully? I know that Ulrike said otherwise but..." he asked tearfully.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have never been strong against women's tears. It's not that I'm saying that Yuuri is a woman, but I find that I am not immune to his tears either.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Heika, please don't worry yourself about this matter," I said, trying to soothe his fears. "I will do my best to settle this as soon as possible."&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"And you will take care of yourself out there?"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ah, Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri. Did you know how happy you make heart does with your words? It's unbelieveable. You are unbelieveable. When all of them doubted me, you have shown me your faith. You have always believed in me, even when I did not believed in myself. All of these made me realize how much I love you. Yes, love. Much as I would want it to never happen, it did, and I couldn't stop it. But I could never have the courage to speak up. Because even if I would have wanted you all to myself, I know that you will always belong to the people and my brother. I don't want to burden you further by my sudden declarations of love so I will just settle for the next best thing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I took a firm hold of Yuuri's hand in mine, and put my lips upon it in reverence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That moment seemed like forever. When I let go of his hand and stood away from him, I could see the happiness in his eyes, despite his tears. I stopped the words that he wanted to say because some words are better left unsaid. For me, it's enough that I know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The soldiers marched outside the castle walls in a steady rhythm. I lead the way to the battlegrounds alongside Yozak. The night is filled with doom, but I am in peace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As we passed through the stonebridge, the skies were suddenly filled with flowers, falling down around us. It felt like a homage to us, who are going to war. I looked back at the castle and caught a glimpse of a man standing alone on the castle ramparts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yuuri.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know that the sadness is back in your eyes. It will hurt me to see those eyes when this battle ends. But I need to finish this mission. As I have said before, I will give my life just to see you live yours.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The words of the Original King are stamped in my mind, so with my last mission, let me serve you to my full capabilities, and allow me to impart to you the words that I couldn't utter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Goodbye, my love.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>finally KKM on cable TV!!!</title>
    <published>2005-06-25T22:31:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-25T22:31:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yes yes yes! i finally get to watch kyou kara maou on tv! aaahhh, Konrado-sama! the latest episode (i think this is ep. 51) have some angsty (so it seems) ConxYuu scenes... ah, so beautiful *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to next saturday, tho it seems that it will be mostly Gunther and some girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd, now i know where some people get those ConxZak ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owari!</content>
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    <title>My Latest SasuxNaru Smut</title>
    <published>2005-06-22T21:43:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-22T21:43:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;been having some trouble using the lj-cut lately... dunno why but my lj-cut doesn't just cut it... so toddle off to my journal to read my ficcie...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;all standard disclaimers apply, like Naruto isn't mine blah blah blah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pairing: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SasuxNaru, who else?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; some smutty parts...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Author's Note: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This ficcie is dedicated to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='thexsadist' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thexsadist.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://thexsadist.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thexsadist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;who wants to read some sasuxnaru smut. Special thanks goes to &lt;b&gt;S-P (Sinful Serenity), &lt;/b&gt;who beta-fied my ficcie, now it sounded more smexier than ever, kekekeke.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A SasuxNaru special&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"It feels great to be back!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The shout floated through the morning air, weaving in neatly with the sounds of a bustling village. He jumped onto the rooftops, trying to catch the early breeze. The blonde looked upon the faces of the hokages carved on the mountaintops, gazing at all the new things and familiarizing himself with everything that was—is—Konoha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"He’s as cheerful as always," Jiraiya mumbled, who was accompanying the blond-haired boy back to the village.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There was an equally familiar, lazy drawl behind him. "So it's you, Naruto." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Kakashi-sensei! You still look the same!" Naruto scrambled to stand beside the white-haired jounin, handing him something that looked like a book. "Sensei, I brought this for you."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"This is...!" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He was surprised at Naruto’s gift, for (shoved) in his hands was the newest of the Icha Icha series entitled—&lt;i&gt;Icha Icha Tactics&lt;/i&gt;. Jiraiya could be heard grumbling from behind about his favorite student not appreciating his latest masterpiece.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;"Yosh! It's time to eat! I’m gonna go ahead. I'll see you both later," Naruto said, before going off in the direction of his favorite ramen house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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