Dear crypticmadness : I need to confess three things desperately--

1) The only thing I remember of the prompt you gave me (which I stupidly deleted by accident) is 'spaceship' and 'boys', meaning I'm assuming its the PoT Boys in Space AU. 

2) I'm afraid I'm interpreting that how I will, even though it's probably going to turn out horrible >.>

3) I like Star Wars. Do you like Star Wars? -wibbles in anxiety-

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I still blame you, btw. You don't tell people that kind of things! Reply me when you see this. Add me, you haven't done so. Hell, you haven't even told me your account, and I'm supposed to be your FRIEND. 

HUMPH. 

Go way.

And the second half:

( Part 2 )

O.o I finally finished it. And it isn't even beta-d yet. But it's so overdue already that I don't think I can wait further to post this up. >.< So. dearest a1y_puff  gave me the prompt: TezuFuji, and the song 'One More Time, One More Chance' by Masayoshi Yamazaki. I respond with Yakuza AU. Just because I'm weird that way.

Title: Negatives
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: TezuFuji
Disclaimer: Konomi owns Prince of Tennis. Doremon isn't mine, either. 
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence and slight m/m. (Isn't it amazing how there's NO swearing at all once Niou's not in a fic?XD)
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: No idea. Romance, angst, maybe? May be funny, but not quite the goal.
Warnings: Yakuza AU. From someone who really doesn't know how it all works. And I tried very hard to google the Yokohama. But Meh. Sorry if any inconsistences arise. If you see any mistakes, please do tell me. <3
Word count: 4715, in two parts.
Just in case anyone is interested, by the way, the lyrics and translations of the song can be found at this site.

Summary: It's amazing how he can have so much, and still feel like he has nothing in the world.
 

( Part 1 )

And the second half:

( Part 2 )

So. After deciding I was going to come back and write fic after the holiday that ate my brain, I find myself struck with enormous writer's block, and couldn't churn anything out until now. I wrote all this. At one go. And my eyes feel like they're stabbing into the back of my brain. The fic doesn't make much sense to me, but hopefully it's funny anyway. And kinda angsty. And romantic. All at the same time. Because that's the only way I knew how to do it.

Toaoi_inazuma : Happy super extremely belated birthday. You know, you've probably forgotten what you've asked for so I'll remind you. It's D1, in any setting. XD So I give you prison AU. Hope you like!

Title: Rendezvous
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: D1
Disclaimer: Konomi owns Prince of Tennis.
Rating: R, for violence, Niou (language), not that graphic m/m
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: A bizarre combination of attempted humour, fluff, crack, angst and romance.
Warnings: Prison AU. About someone who really doesn't know how it all works. So I took a little licence with the whole thing. Oh, and just pretend its in the middle of no where, please don't start looking up to see which country the laws in the fic fit. High chances, you're not going to find one, because it doesn't exist.
Word count:6856, split into two parts.

Summary: Niou gets a new cellmate who transcends all expectations. 

( Part 1 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 My holiday took the most bizarre and unexpected of turns. So I went to visit my relatives overseas, and surprise surprise, the entire family decide to take an Asian tour. Entire inclusive of extended family. I love my family very much, and I know that they only wanted a nice Christmas thing together, but I was kinda hoping for nice tropical sun as a cure for my English Weather Woes. O.o Instead, I got -12 degrees in Hokkaido, -6 in Beijing and 7 in Shanghai. I kinda wanted a comfortable 27. But I'm still grateful for what they've done. 

Anyway, that's the reason why I've been dead and gone for what seems like eternity, chalking up a large amount of debts in the meanwhile. 

To a1ypuff: I know, I STILL owe you that TezuFuji mafia fic that needs to be based on the song. >.< I'm halfway through darling, gimme that little bit more time! (although I'm way way way overdue. Don't blame me, I had initially planned to use holiday time as fanatical writing time.)

To kimeru_rocks: I owe birthday. I'm horrible. >.<<<<<<<<<

To Niou: Same as above. 

And it seems that there are more birthdays coming up in January. :(

On another note, I HATE JOHN LOCKE. 

I NEVER WANT TO HEAR ABOUT JOHN LOCKE EVER AGAIN. NOT FROM MY CLASS TEACHER. NOT FROM MY LECTURER. AND DEFINITELY NOT YOU, YOU PRESUMPTUOUS ASS. I'M NOT DYING TO TALK TO YOU. I'M NOT EVEN REMOTELY INTERESTED IN YOUR OPINIONS AND I NEVER SAID I WAS SO YOU CAN TAKE THEM AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR-

I feel better now. Wonders of ranting.

Right. So this has taken about 2 months to update. Sincere apologies to anyone who was waiting, and even more apologies to people who are gonna be reading this because...it's just about as disappointing as it gets. I've spent the days writing and re-writing this; Fuji, in particular, kept evading me and I couldn't teach Tezuka the meaning of subtle to save my own sorry little life. Ah well. Ces't la vie.

Tltle: Prince of Music
Arc: Romance 1/?
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: Owned by Konomi, not me.
Pairing: TezukaFuji, no hints of anyone else in this bit
Rating: PG for slight almost non existent swearing. ^^
Genre:Despite the arc title, there is hardly any romance in this part. Hardly hardly. Maybe about 2 lines worth if you tilt your head to the side and crossed your eyes. XD I dont' even think I bothered with failed humour in this one. It's just...plot progression. I FAIL.
Warnings: italics are piles of badly placed adjectives Fuji's thoughts. Really. XD And this chapter IS SO BORING. Tezuka may be OOC. I don't know. Actually, now that I've mentioned it, Fuji may be OOC too. Considering the fact that there's only two of them in this chapter, that says loads about my characterisation abilities.
Word count: I've broken the 500 word limit thing. D: I really fail. 806 this time.
A/N: Music School!AU. And not beta-ed. May have sudden forays into the present tense, because I'm dumb like that. Also watch out for nonsense. It is scattered liberally throughout the drabble and may bite the unsuspecting reader. This chapter is really really un-betaed. I mean, erm, they all are, but this one more than most. Even more than the last one, and that's saying something. In the sense that, I haven't really tried to proof read my own writing. Let me know how badly I've flopped this time, yea? >.<

I. Didn't. Ask. For. A. Penny. For. Your. Thoughts. Just so you know, Tezuka-kun.

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 I knew I should have agreed to play with money yesterday/this morning. 

I mean, when you start getting a ready hand on your first discard, it tends to indicate good luck of a sort. But NooooOooOOO, because no money involved, rightttttt, Gabe? ARGH. I should have known betterrrrrr. 

And then the patterns.THE PATTERNS.  -kills herself-

There were so many good hands, it seemed almost unlucky on my part to insist that we didn't use real cash. Biggest mistake of a lifetime, that was. 

T.T

ARGH I'M AN ADDICT. 

Right. Just because I've been in such an angsty mood from Saiyuki. Urgh. I want to say a few things about this fic first. This is gonna be like, a very long Warning. XD You have been warned.

1) The prologue will definitely, to most people if not all, not make any sense whatsoever because of the style that it's written in. Please don't let this put you off, it'll make a lot more sense when the rest of the story gets churned out. :)

2) I think that this is possibly going to be the most depressing thing I'll ever write, with lots of questionable themes within pertaining to violence, blood, gore, dubious relationships, etc. Rating will probably be a heavy R, almost throughout the whole thing.

3) I'm really not aiming for happy here, so if that's what you're looking for, then.er...not this one, sorry.

4) This is major AU. Like, almost nothing is in congruence with Prince of Tennis at all. Er.

5) For this prologue, TAKE REAL AND CAREFUL NOTICE OF THE TIMEFRAMES IN THE FIC. Thanks~

Title: Babylon
Chapter: Prologue--Not His Requiem
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: PoT does not belong to me.
Genre: ANGST, drama, romance. AU--Erm, set in the year 2314, to be precise, although the prologue is a year earlier.
Pairings: SanaYuki, TezuFuji for now. Weird hints of not quite TezuYuki.
Rating: T for now, will escalate later.
Warnings: Chara Death right from the Prologue. Although not what it seems. And erm, will continue in this vein for a long long time.
A/N: Basically, it's Tokyo 2315, and about the three different groups working against the government. There's the criminal syndicate Rikkai, the underground resistance movement Seigaku, and the aristocracy that disagree with the way things are run; Hyoutei Corporation.
Unbeta-ed.

Summary: Colour my government despotic, my friends my enemies, my lover is a machine and his wheels aren't turning.

( 19/02/2313 09:10 )

 T.T

Gaiden broke my heart. 

-goes to bury self under blankets and die-

 I'm just wondering; am I the only idiot that cried when I watched saiyuki? O.o

The first time--Okayyy, it was a relatively sad and depressing day to start off with, nothing much there. 

The second time--Well, the Burial arcs WERE sad. (Although, granted, usually not enough to warrant tears on my part.)

But then I watched Reload Gunlock and poured from the instant that horrid git (hope I'm not offending anyone) from overseas showed up (not mentioning any names) with his hulking undead manservant (whom I don't detest as much) to the end of the last episode. 

I'm a sop. 

And here is the second half.

( Part 2 )


Dear Yagyuu, please never eat my brain like that again.

Finally. The Yagyuu fic that ate my brain. And despite reassurances, I still think it's bad fic. But I'm already a week or so late, so...best get it up. XD Oh Yagyuu. The things I do for you.

Read on your own peril, you have been forewarned of bad(non-existent, more likely) characterisation, irrational behaviour and jerky plot movement.

Title: Self-ishness
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: D1 (I really need more practice on them.) And erm...slight blink-and-miss one sided SanaYuki. Just cause I can't resist.
Disclaimer: Konomi owns Prince of Tennis.
Rating: PG-13, for language mostly. You can't have D1 without language. Or at least, I can't. XD Slight smidgeon of violence but nothing too much.
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: A bizarre combination of attempted humour, fluff, crack, angst and romance. As per normal with my fic writing. Just because I'm really bad at sticking to one.
Warnings: Apart from the usual stuff about bad writing abilities, this is also AU.
Word count:4309, split into 2 parts.
A/N: Meh. Very weird. A MILLION THANKS TO MY WONDERFUL BETA aoi_inazuma . <3

Summary: Yagyuu is a Wizard, Niou is Yagyuu, and the gods will be gods.


( Yagyuu Hiroshi does not believe in gods. )

I am. An Idiot.

So there I was, spending what little free time I have reading birthday fics for Yagyuu, and not once, not once, did the fact that the 19th was his birthday hit me, till, say, about 1.30 am on October the 24th. Genius, you.

Will try bestest to get a fic up for him tomorrow, a longer one seeing as I ought to pay compensation for this most horrendous of slights. Wouldn't matter so much if I don't like Yagyuu half as much as I do.

 

WARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.


 

Oops. I know, this really isn't the best time to be trying new fandoms. But oops.

Title: Knockin' (Life)
Chapter: Prologue--World Gone, A-Stray
Fandom: Wild Adapter
Disclaimer: The lovely Kazuya Minekura owns all.
Genre: Angst, romance...romantic angst?
Word count: 1540
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Ermm...there is this bit about glasses that I'm not sure is very accurate. I don't know if eyesight can degenerate that badly. But I don't see anyone trying to prove this. Oh. And this is FUTUREFIC, meaning I made up most events after the volumes published. In other words, MAJOR AU.
A/N: I am in desperate need for a beta for this, please please please? -wibbles at you- ^_^

Summary: It's 1999, and Tokito is still living, unfortunately.


( Like all stories, his had to begin somewhere.  )

So. This week has been a really hectic one. I'm supposed to be updating more frequently, but sadly, I haven't had the time. Mostly because I'm now drowning in work. I used to be really apathetic about my studies and all, seeing as they weren't all that related to the important things in life. Being relaxed and chilled about life used to be like my unwavering pillar of Gabe. And then what happens? Life changing university happens.

Sorry. I still can't get used to the fact that I now actually need to do real work.

Well, I guess it's not all about work. I mean, I've spent the whole weekend partying (and nursing the consequences of my stupidity most diligently in the morning) instead of reading up on the cases that I'll need for tomorrow's lectures/seminars/other things that will more or less put me off education after this degree. Meaning that I won't be sleeping tonight. Won't be updating either. :( Talk about the near bleak future. XD

Soooo, right. I guess I AM guilty for the slowness of the updates. Although I did manage to do the birthday ones, if I do say so myself. -is proud of her amazing ability to rush out sorry excuses for fics- Who's is up next? Yagyuu's? O.o Oh my God, I haven't written Yagyuu for a long long time. And nothing I've ever dared dream of posting too. Would do a character study piece to get in hand, if I ever find the time to pull my head out of the online Law journals. That I'll really be needing for my increasing pile of unfinished case studies. I is sucker. ^_^

On a side note, has anyone read Wild Adapter? I was going through my old manga collection (this sounds really hypocritical. I mean, I've just been bitc**** about work making me slow on updates and now I confess I've been reading manga in the wee hours of the night X_x) when I found book 1, unopened. I didn't even remove the wrappings. The truth is, it was a present from a well meaning friend, but I was like, "no tennis? no thanks darling." XD So I decided to read it. And then, I had to own the rest of the books that have come out to date.

I is sucker.

So, saying that, for those of you wonderful people out there that have read this utterly gorgeous work of art, who has the feeling that Kubota the sex god  is going to die at the end of the series and make me drown myself in the sad sob of my tears?  I've the horrid feeling of ANGST creeping on  to me (with Wild Adapter?! No way! Who are you kidding, angst? It's a fluff manga, that's what it is!) and if it's not Kubota, it's Tokito. Either or. But I still think Kubota for some bizarre reason.  I'll try and figure out why in my free thinking time (aka lectures). Anyone disagree?

And my good guy friend spent about 50 hours arguing with my about whether they (KuboToki) were together or not. Conversation as follows:

Stupid friend: Not gay, just...brotherly affection.
Me: You like that with your brother then?
Stupid friend: Er...well...brotherly affection...yea...yanno...
Me: ...You're incestuous. God.

And listen to the song. Hell. Watch the trailer for the Drama CD (is that what the trailer is for? Cause I bet it's not the non-existent anime).


This is the most awesome song I've heard in a long time now. And I didn't even like it that much to start with.

I'm so generous to Atobe. Even though he refuses adamantly to be put down in words for that angst fic with Fuji in it that I haven't updated in months even though I promised to for AGES.

That's the reason why he never shows up in my other drabbles. Glaringly impossible personality to deal with.

Love him anyway. XD

Right.

Title: Ophelia
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT. Konomi does.
Pairing: AtoJi
Rating: G
Wordcount: 313
Warning: I can't help but describe Atobe is really unflattering terms. Like...drama queen. You'll see what I mean. XD
A/N: Once again, the lovely a1y_puff saved the day by last minute beta-ing this for me. Thank you~

Summary: What Jiroh wants, Jiroh gets. And right now, Jiroh wants an arm. Which Atobe is reluctant to part with.

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Right. Seeing as I'm no longer really sure what the day is, seeing as I've managed to drown myself in work woes, I think that this might be the correct day. But ah well. Better early than late.

A really short drabble. Not quite sure if it's sweet, or not, because it was also written in an equally short amount of time. Much thanks to the lovely a1y_puff for helping me rush a beta, so that I didn't swarm anyone with too many mistakes.

Title: Vines
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT. Konomi does.
Pairing: TezukaFuji
Rating: G
Wordcount: 601
Warning:Funny Tezuka is really hard to write. Manifests, really, as crack!Tezuka. Never mind. You'll see what I'm getting at. XD

Summary: In which Tezuka is unassuming, Fuji is bold, and people are stupidly ignorant.

( There is a fact of life, a staunch, solid fact that Tezuka Kunimitsu was an unassuming type of person. )

Right. So this is a series of Toudai!Rikkai drabbles, all of which may or may not join up to make any sense. Certainly, they will more or less be in timeline sequence; the first drabble is on their entering Toudai and the last possibly their graduation (depending on whether they're all graduating or not. XD)

Written to commemorate my really bizarre University woes.

Title: His Tokyo, Prologue: The Seven(+1) From Kanagawa
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Disclaimer: Owned by Konomi, not me.
Pairing: sanaYuki, YanaKiri, D1, D2, but none obvious for now.
Rating: Er. G. At the moment.
Genre: A bizarre mix. Seeing as I tend to end up with Drabble a la Soap Opera everytime I write.
Warnings: Lots of extra extra information in brackets may lead to potential problems in smooth reading. I apologise sincerely for this, although I find it impossibly difficult to edit any out.
A/N: UNBETAED.

Summary: In which Yukimura wants Tokyo, has a seven (or six+the one stuck in Kanagawa for now) boy revolutionary army, and takes steps with said army to conquer Japan Rikkai Style. Is not a mafia fic, despite appearances.


( It had been surprisingly easy. )