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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 02:10:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;dusty says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desti used to lead lots of raids,&lt;br /&gt;Then Ritzyn aggro hit&lt;br /&gt;And his lootrolls all suck&lt;br /&gt;it’s tough, so tough&lt;br /&gt;Forcen tanks those bitches all day&lt;br /&gt;Getting all bashed up he pops up his shield and hearths… hearths away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say we got to hold on to what we’ve got&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn’t make a difference if we QQ or not&lt;br /&gt;We got each other, but that’s still short for raids… we’ll give it a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaah, we’re half way there,&lt;br /&gt;Livin on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Take Swift’s hand, we’ll make it he swears&lt;br /&gt;Livin on a prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TK’s got a couple more heals,&lt;br /&gt;But Cyo’s MIA&lt;br /&gt;We’re down on deeps…so tough, it’s tough&lt;br /&gt;Passion dream’s are flying away&lt;br /&gt;When the boss gives chase,&lt;br /&gt;Alus whispers, don’t pull aggro! –sigh- someday….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got to hold on, to the raiders we got,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it doesn’t make a difference if we QQ or not.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got our blues and that’s a lot of fail. – So we raiding or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaah, we’re half way there,&lt;br /&gt;Livin on a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Dropping like flies, we’ll raidwipe I swear&lt;br /&gt;Living on a prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got to hold on, ready or not&lt;br /&gt;We live for the wipe when it’s all that we got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woaaah we’re halfway there,&lt;br /&gt;Livin on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Boss still not down, he’s giggling I swear&lt;br /&gt;Living on a praaaaaaaayerrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;....lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;The Parable of the Lost Son&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jesus continued: &quot;There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, &apos;Father, give me my share of the estate.&apos; So he divided his property between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;When he came to his senses, he said, &apos;How many of my father&apos;s hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.&apos; So he got up and went to his father.&lt;br /&gt;      &quot;But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;The son said to him, &apos;Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;But the father said to his servants, &apos;Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let&apos;s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.&apos; So they began to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. &apos;Your brother has come,&apos; he replied, &apos;and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &quot;The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, &apos;Look! All these years I&apos;ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &quot; &apos;My son,&apos; the father said, &apos;you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.&apos; &quot;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 07:13:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Christmas wish-list time!</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;it isn&apos;t too long but there are some things i really want *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a new computer monitor. PLEASE. this old one is KILLING ME. =x&lt;br /&gt;2. a new laptop would be nice. so that i can go over to Elmo&apos;s and &lt;s&gt;leech off his internet&lt;/s&gt; play WoW with him =x&lt;br /&gt;3. some nice trinket-y things for me to decorate my desktop with and remind me of you people!&lt;br /&gt;4. generally more time to spend with friends =D&lt;br /&gt;5. a new camera. P&amp;S or DSLR or whatever, i&apos;m kinda missing the days i carried one around T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public! so people not on lj can see what i&apos;ve listed. AND! comments disabled. XP&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 01:16:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;VEX3N and MARLUXlA&apos;s wedding, 7pm, cc15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, as 7pm approached, i actually started to get nervous because jiaer wasn&apos;t online yet. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to hell with the whole &quot;you&apos;re not allowed to see the bride before the wedding&quot; blah blah blah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0031.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first people there(at the entrance) were Hastebandit, Hornberg and XALDlN(who had went inside first). the rest started to filter in slowly. jas and nic never made it(kinda upset about nic but jas.. ahh whatever lol). suki and ben couldn&apos;t make it either T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0033.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for StarKibou and then went into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0036.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0038.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As the land, the sky, the sea and everything else in between serve as witness, I, the Wedding Elder, start the declaration of the holy matrimony between you two. To love is to come together from the pathways of our past and then move forward... Hand in hand, along the uncharted roads of our future, ready to risk, to dream, and to dare... And always believe that all things are possible with faith and love in each other. As a lawful wedded husband and wife, you shall love, honor, and comfort one another, and keep company in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, be true to one another as long as you both shall live. By the authority vested in me by MapleStory, I pronounce this couple to be husband and wife.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VEX3N and MARLUXlA just got married! Congratulations!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0039.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.. some shots in the wedding hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0041.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0043.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0044.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0045.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/Maple0042.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha thanks to all who came.. XALDlN, LEXAEU5, ExshadowsinX, TheCrimson, Hastebandit, Hornberg, StarKibou, and Silmarina.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jiaer~ VEX3N and MARLUXlA for the win? lol. =D&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 10:26:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ethereality images~</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here&apos;s what i was working on just. enjoy! and pass the word around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/ether-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/ether.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/ether2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, SayukiHime.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 06:50:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;after endless resizing, here are the photos of Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0070.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one of the shots i took out of the minivan window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning, i woke to find myself frozen. you would too if you slept in a room registering 5 degrees celcius. bathed, changed and headed over to my dad&apos;s room for breakfast. soft-boiled eggs and toast! and hot chocolate! yum. =D then we went down to the lobby to meet lita(leading stewardess), cassandra(one of the stewardesses), mark(co-pilot), captain(pilot, we just kept calling him &quot;captain&quot; so i never found out his name), and two korean girls who were ex-stewardesses or something like that. i never caught their names either. and, of course, our tour guide, suraiya! a sweeter little woman i&apos;ve never known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first order of the day: trip to Table Mountain! here are some shots of the mountains(the Twelve Apostles) out of the minivan window on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0071.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0072.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0073.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0074.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0075.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0076.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0077.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0078.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from halfway up the mountain, we had to take a cable car.. and we took some shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0079.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0080.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0081.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left: mark, korean girl 1, cassandra, lita, me, mother, brother, captain. father was taking the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took the cable car up the mountain. it&apos;s pretty cool, because the cable car rotates and gives you the 360degree view of the surroundings! once at the top, it became clear that the other girls would probably freeze to death - the wind! ZOMG. it was probably 10degrees celcius at the top of the mountain, but with the wind it felt like freezing! i was shivering even in my jacket. but~ that didn&apos;t stop us from having fun. not at all. =D and my dad taught me how to take photos manually. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0096.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother. &lt;s&gt;oh why didn&apos;t he fall.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0097.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother, father, me, mother. wonder what caught my brother&apos;s attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0101.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0102.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0106.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0113.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to get off the mountain quickly because there were a lot more places to go. next stop - seal island! was pretty disappointed with the boat. it claimed to be a glass-bottom boat, so i thought the whole bottom of the boat was made of glass. but no - all there were was a couple of glass windows in the side of the hull. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0117.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. SEALS! in all their wet, fun, playful, happy glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0123.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were about 4000+++ seals on that little island. they swam up to the boat, jumped and twisted out of the water, and generally appealed to the crowd. so much love, they&apos;re so cuteeeeeee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the boat ride, we drove some distance off to this fish and chips place. &apos;twas pretty good, but Fisherman&apos;s Wharf still pwns. then my brother decided to be funny and feed the seagulls. i still think seagulls are pretty, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0128.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then drove along this long mountain trail, and the halfway point was directly opposite the harbor where we had lunch. so suraiya helped us take a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0129.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo, i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop.. ostrich farm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0139.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0028.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatcha looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mum decided to be funny and plucked some long grass to feed the male ostriches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0030.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother decided to join in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0032.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark was trying to take a picture with the ostriches but whenever he went near them they ran away =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we drove down to the Cape of Good Hope and Cape Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0033.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0035.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? baboons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0048.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last stop of the day.. PENGUINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0049.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren&apos;t they just insanely cute and adorable??????!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0050.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0051.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0052.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother: &quot;ZOMG PENGUIN!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0056.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0058.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0059.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this point i had decided mark wasn&apos;t fated to take photos with a bird. the penguins kept running away when he approached them. XD he finally got down on his belly and crawled near a penguin, and finally got a shot. XD the penguins also left him a present on his pants! eew. =x cassandra stepped on some too.. -_-; mark was laughing at her until he realised he scored some on his pants as well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that ended our little tour of Cape Town. we returned to the hotel, then my family went to have dinner at Jimmy&apos;s, which was just a five minute walk from the hotel. my food came in a very interesting manner - i wasn&apos;t expecting a kebab. no, really. i wasn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, cigarettes are bloody cheap in Cape Town.. SGD$2 for a half pack. wahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we left the hotel the next day, suraiya came to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0066.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to round off the trip, goodbye, Cape Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0068.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 6am.. knockout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my (very) short stay in Cape Town. hope to go back again sometime.. =D&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 14:09:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;i still feel wozzy but here are Day 1&apos;s photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0008.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my brother.. at Singapore Airport. he thought it would be artistic and he calls it &quot;the Travelerist&quot;. or something like that. i call him insane, but that don&apos;t matter much, does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0012.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and i at Burger King waiting for our flight. flight was at 1am, we were there at 10.30pm. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we waited for takeoff. it&apos;s pretty boring in the airport. of course, my brother was acting as if he&apos;d never been inside an airport before. soon we boarded the plane and my dad happily seated me in a corner at the back(because he didn&apos;t want me and my brother fighting while he was on duty lol). as the plane taxi-d along the runway i was thinking, &quot;is it too late to say i wanna get off????&quot; the worst part of flights, i suppose, other than the in-flight food, is probably take-off and landing. i mean, seriously. the plane&apos;s going at some 200km/h. what if something goes wrong?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, nothing went wrong(or i wouldn&apos;t be here) and soon we were flying at 11km above sea level at 900km/h. probably the longest flight i&apos;ve ever been on, or at least, it feels that way. 11hour flight with nothing to do. watched Night in the Museum and some other movie(i forgot what..) on the flight. then fought against puking when i saw my eggs for breakfast had some kind of blue.. thing. almost as if the eggs were dipped in ink before serving. urgh. sausage was ok though. no one sat next to me the whole trip so i was great. and my dad kept piling food onto the table next to my seat.. i could have opened a minimart. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0025.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view out of my window. =D this was after i kidnapped the camera from my brother - he refused to hand it over. used my dad&apos;s canon, and this wouldn&apos;t happen if he hadn&apos;t destroyed my lumix! ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we landed. tech(cockpit) crew, cabin crew and my family squeezed ourselves into the crew transport(this little minivan thing), and we were off. tech crew got a better hotel than we did! lol. maybe it&apos;s because there are four of them and eleven cabin crew. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were dropped off at the Protea. it&apos;s a pretty sweet hotel. my brother was starting to make noise about going to Canal Walk, so my dad was doing some arrangements for someone to drive us there and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0031.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from the hotel lobby. pretty, ne? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went up to our rooms. DAMN i got to share a room with my brother. as if it isn&apos;t bad enough that i have to see him every day. after resting a while we headed off to Canal Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, if you think Takashimaya is awesome, YOU HAVEN&apos;T SEEN ANYTHING. Canal Walk is the size of Orchard Road X2. seriously. it&apos;s HUGE. and &quot;huge&quot; doesn&apos;t quite cover it. you&apos;ll need a whole day(or more) to go through ALL the shops. and their supermarket is like.. 3 times the size of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0036.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, look at one of the shops they had there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0039.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0043.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wimpy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed straight to the shop my brother wanted to visit(bicycle shop, blah). then we took a walk around, just to check out some other shops and stuff. &lt;b&gt;FROZEN YOGHURT IS BLOODY CHEAP&lt;/b&gt;. =D it&apos;s Rend 7 per cone.. and that&apos;s like SGD$2! and it&apos;s not a tiny cone like Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s or what.. IT&apos;S HUGE TOO! hahaha! i had strawberry and it tastes great XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the quaint little elevator in the shopping mall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0044.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, my dear friends, is their food court. believe it. that&apos;s how big it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0045.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0046.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0047.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some calamari(yum). then we walked around for a little more until transport came, then we headed back to the hotel to meet the cabin crew for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the Waterfront with the cabin crew, to this steak place called Spurs. it&apos;s not bad, a little disappointing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i saw when i looked at the mall directory? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0067.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we split off from the cabin crew and went to take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEAGULLS! =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0064.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad says they&apos;re the world&apos;s ugliest bird but i think they&apos;re beautiful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, to end off the photos of Day 1, here&apos;s my brother. yes, that&apos;s Table Mountain in the background. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y45/redfarl/IMG_0065.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transport picked us up at 7, went back to the hotel. took a long soak in the tub(mm) and then prepared for bed. what i wasn&apos;t prepared for was thenight. my brother&lt;br /&gt;1) was watching Cartoon Network at an insanely loud volume,&lt;br /&gt;2) had turned down the air-conditioning to &lt;b&gt;5 degrees celcius&lt;/b&gt;(i only found out in the morning when i woke up frozen solid), and&lt;br /&gt;3) snores. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall update about Day 2 later, after i finish up the rest of the photos. =D&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <description>Hello, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve decided to start taking fanfic requests. ^__^ Just some things you guys should take note of before requesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Currently, I will only write for Bleach. But I&apos;ll add on more anime/manga as I go on. =)&lt;br /&gt;- You can request any pairing under the sun. I&apos;ll write any crack pairing once.&lt;br /&gt;- Doesn&apos;t have to be a pairing. Can be a single character, too.&lt;br /&gt;- Give me a theme and I&apos;ll work with it. Eg: Dinner, Dance, Party, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;- If you&apos;re lucky, I&apos;ll write smut(you have to request this as well). My usual style of writing leaves much to the imagination of the reader, mostly innuendos and the like.&lt;br /&gt;- I may not write the fanfics in the order that they are requested. I really have to see what kind of inspiration comes to me first, but I&apos;ll do my best to fulfill all requests. =)&lt;br /&gt;- One request per comment, please!&lt;br /&gt;- I usually write only once per pairing(bad habit of mine), but feel free to request more of the same pairing.&lt;br /&gt;- I&apos;d stop at a threesome if I were you. XD&lt;br /&gt;- I cannot promise full-fledged fanfics, but I can promise more than 200 words. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Format for requests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character(s):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, request away! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning: Posts with NO Character(s)/Theme will get deleted. Enough said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fanfics written will be posted in &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_kurosaki_clinic&apos; lj:user=&apos;kurosaki_clinic&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kurosaki_clinic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;paperdoll_dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links to fanfics I have written:&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo/Isshin; Sex Education: &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/1132268.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;The Birds And The Bees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matsumoto/Hitsugaya; Watermelon: &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/1132268.html#cutid2&quot;&gt;Afterthought&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grimmjow/Renji; Dominance: &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/1139677.html&quot;&gt;Use, Abuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin/Ulquiorra; Ice-Cream: &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/1133504.html&quot;&gt;Sweet Stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishida/Orihime; Art Class: &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/1142166.html&quot;&gt;Paintings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renji/Orihime; Babies: &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/1143691.html&quot;&gt;False Innocence&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;permission granted, recruit, stand easy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;yes sir!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random number: hi, may i know when is the cosfest 07&lt;br /&gt;me: hi, may i know who is this&lt;br /&gt;random number: ok. im a beginner cosplayer. u can call me shinodax. im trying to get the tidus set which is my 1st cosplay.&lt;br /&gt;me: it shld be in july. perhaps u may want to start with a simple costume for eoy(16 dec).&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: hmm. alright. i think i can get the whole set by 16 dec. do u know how to get the sword.&lt;br /&gt;me: try making. are u buying ur costume or tailoring&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: hmm. should be costume ba.&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: wat the event on 16 dec&lt;br /&gt;me: eoy. cosplay convenction. are u buying or tailoring ur costume&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: should be buying costume. how do i address u.&lt;br /&gt;me: sayuki. did u not see my username on the forum?&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: lol. i now not online. forget already. any idea how much the costume cost? shit i lost my tidus necklace.....&lt;br /&gt;me: i do not know because i have never intended to cosplay tidus, and i usually research and tailor my costumes instead of buying.&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: hmm. wats the different. i thought it will be more expensive when tailoring.&lt;br /&gt;me: u do not put any effort into researching ur character. it is not just the outcome but also the process.&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: i don get what u mean.&lt;br /&gt;me: then maybe u shouldn&apos;t cosplay.&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: huh. im confident in the char so i chose him. cos i played ffx for 3years le. know lots bout him.&lt;br /&gt;me: then good for you.&lt;br /&gt;shinodax: lol. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i solomnly swear i typed out his smses word for word.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the newbies these days are really getting on my nerves..</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Oct 2006 22:16:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>anyway, i just watched bleach 98 this morning. i wanted to rant about how beautiful and amazingly un-angsty the opening song is, but my brain wasn&apos;t functioning this morning. also, i have a few questions to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering about the way and order the characters appear in the opening animation. is there any significance? and there are some scenes which don&apos;t even appear for one whole second.. went through the opening meticulously to get these shots, if you&apos;re just watching the thing whole you&apos;ll probably miss these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ichigo opens off(like always) but i didn&apos;t get a shot of that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/102/261190443_916be2e1e1.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting off, we have ichigo, orihime, chad and ishida(as it should be), with a possible urahara at the top of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/113/261190471_8040676e85.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have matsumoto glomping hitsugaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/94/261190496_a763788140.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rukia, all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/105/261190528_dd0cd00705.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urahara and yoruichi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following those are a secies of short clips overlapping, some so fast you can barely catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/100/261190618_3b5b9387b3.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ichigo is an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/81/261190645_c1bb384428.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as is this renji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/90/261190706_7da156d9ce.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, orihime running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/93/261190742_2eb687ba80.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s dark, so you might have missed chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn&apos;t notice ishida at all.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/122/261190806_4d0fa19871.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matsumoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/106/261190906_4f7d8033fa.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a possible hitsugaya bankai shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/90/261190854_49b537493f.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, darling ichigo fighting his beloved hollow side.&lt;br /&gt;there were some flashes of vizard ichigo, with the hollow mask on but again i didn&apos;t manage to catch those. too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/112/261190872_d69b5464bc.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zangetsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/108/261190953_2b32431873.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose that&apos;s orihime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/84/261191009_a40b15c1e8.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who&apos;s she? orihime too? if it&apos;s orihime.. this has kinda scary implications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/118/261191056_6216f8cd4d.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/88/261191124_e7c5675752.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matsumoto being hugged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/114/261191192_526f579d14.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who&apos;s foot is that, hitsugaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/85/261191258_6083113341.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick flash of the almost-forgotten hinamori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/87/261191324_5e5193cda4.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/81/261191370_8fbf352b24.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could it be complete without aizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/110/261191470_ad29e999d4.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ichigo and sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/85/261191575_b311cefd80.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few of these strange white flashes, wonder if they have any meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/90/261191738_90273ad3a7.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you pick out hollow!ichigo?&lt;br /&gt;check out the number of lines visible on the mask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, the rest isn&apos;t worth taking screenshots of, but it&apos;s really beautiful. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been some scenes i missed, and i&apos;ll be adding them on later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments, anyone?</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2006 08:53:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m here to blog about bleach ep 97!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it starts out with aizen in the opening theme, holding hougyouku. i don&apos;t know whether it&apos;s the correct spelling, but yeah. by the way, i watched the raw, no subs, so everything was up for my own interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a quick summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: i don&apos;t know any japanese. or much japanese. this is my own interpretation because i&apos;m watching without subs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ep starts out with the residents of kusajishi cutting down some huge trees. they&apos;re building something(you&apos;ll only find out what, later.) so they need big trees, lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitsugaya and matsumoto are talking to a shinigami in the office. i presume that the shinigami is reporting the unrest as well as felling of trees in kusajishi. hitsugaya links this with the bount. they decide to take action. matsumoto discuss who they should take with them, i suppose, and hitsugaya decides on renji. apparently hitsugaya thinks there&apos;s some link between renji and the bount. or maybe he thinks renji is able to defeat them for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time we saw them, ganju and his merry gang were on boars, and they met ganju&apos;s friends somewhere in the forest. anyway, they&apos;re now taking a break. a new character(i don&apos;t think he has a name; if he does i missed it) comes and talks to ganju about the bount and about the residents of kusajishi. not sure of the exact conversation details. the new guy confirms that kariya is in kusajishi. ganju seems to have a plan. orihime asks ganju something about ichigo, and cloud gets excited. which, of course, pisses ganju off. there&apos;s a big sweatdrop moment(i lost the joke because i don&apos;t understand japanese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in seireitei, shunsui, nanao and ukitake are watching the buildings being rebuilt. works seem to be progressing rather quickly. the three of them share a short conversation before mayuri interrupts. i suppose they&apos;re wondering how the bount managed to get into seireitei and destroy their buildings then the guardians of the gate should have kept them out. mayuri launches into some sort of explaination. he then realises something very disturbing and excuses himself from the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at rantao&apos;s hideout, we stumble upon a sleeping ichigo. he wakes up(i presume he had some sort of nightmare, seeing how he woke up) to find a simmering hotpot in front of him. ichigo, rantao(who is also awake now) and ishida(who, presumably, never slept) enjoy their meal, then ishida asks why rantao looks so similar to yoshino. apparently, yoshino is a clone of rantao. rantao starts another round of explaination of the bount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i got from this is that the bounts are actually a kind of modified soul. that&apos;s all i really managed to get. the relationship of a shinigami and his zanpaktoh is the same as the relationship of a bount and his doll. they are inter-dependent. ririn understands something and ichigo sees it too. for some reason, rantao is aiming this explaination towards ishida and not ichigo. rantao asked which bount killed yoshino; ishida responds that it was kariya. moment of silence is broken by ichigo(who can&apos;t keep his mouth shut).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at the 11th division headquarters, kenpachi grows bored. he picks up his zanpaktoh and makes to leave the room. yachiru asks if he is going to look for ichinose. kenpachi responds yes(i think), and mentions something about hitsugaya. this makes yachiru happy, presumably because she hasn&apos;t seen ichinose in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in kusajishi, the residents are building something. kariya looks on with his bount buddies, then makes a rousing speech that grants him a standing ovation. probably something about lifting the oppression by the seireitei. man, those logs are freaking huge. and kariya looks like he&apos;s just aged 10 years. he&apos;s certainly pleased with himself, at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in mayuri&apos;s lair, mayuri makes a discovery as nemu attentively watches on. he says that seireitei was not destroyed by the bount as they had originally thought, but by one man - ichinose maki. don&apos;t ask me how. they start searching for some kind of data in mayuri&apos;s over-rated database. mayuri then makes another disturbing discovery, and this time it&apos;s really not good. it has something to do with the quincy artefact that mayuri asked nemu to pass to ishida. and apparently, zabimaru has a link in this as well. mayuri gets pretty worked up. i think he discovered that ishida was the one who helped the bount get into soul society? not sure. much nemu-shaking ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitsugaya, matsumoto and renji are in the forest getting ready to kick rukongai ass. first, though, matsumoto makes her report of the events taking place in kusajishi. hitsugaya and renji seem unfazed. renji tucks in his zanpaktoh, and matsumoto asks something about it. renji responds, hitsugaya makes a comment. and then, they&apos;re off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ichigo and ishida are also preparing to leave rantao&apos;s hideout. ishida asks rantao yet another question and rantao says something deeeeeep(okay, i just don&apos;t understand). but ishida understands. then it&apos;s ichigo&apos;s turn to ask a question. my question is, why is ichigo asking rantao a question about ishida? rantao doesn&apos;t know either. but she has more to say. ishida has a sweatdrop kind of face. ishida goes, oh whatever, and walks off, with ichigo in his wake. rantao mutters under her breath for them to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in kusajishi, the residents are off hauling their new toys. koga has a short chat with kariya when ichinose interrupts. ichinose tells kariya that he has sensed three shinigami nearby, with one of them being a captain. he says that he will take care of it and kariya gives him the green light. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the forest, matsumoto, renji and hitsugaya take care of a bunch of loser kusajishi sentries. they have a short conversation and are off again. they come to the edge of kusajishi. all the people are gone by now, and they are now faced with but one person - ichinose maki, who has been waiting for them. hitsugaya is the first to arrive and asks who ichinose is. ichinose responds with his name(duh). hitsugaya links him as a bount-friend. ichinose denies being a shinigami and pledges loyality to kariya. hitsugaya demands to know where the bount are, and like a good servant, ichinose won&apos;t tell him. he instead chooses to draw his zanpaktoh, and hitsugaya does likewise. they clash a twice, then start talking again. ichinose chooses now to reveal something shocking about kariya(what is it? i dunno). hitsugaya calls him a bastard. ichinose realises that they have company and promptly retreats some distance away. guess who? it&apos;s ichigo and ishida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ichigo addresses hitsugaya by his name and hitsugaya corrects him sharply. for a while they don&apos;t notice ichinose&apos;s existance. renji and matsumoto appear. then orihime and chad make an entrance on a boar with yellow hair. ichigo is stunned and ishida is sporting yet another huge sweatdrop. ganju and his groupies are cleaning up the last bit of kusajishi scum. ichinose takes this chance to interrupt again(how impolite!) and reveals that kariya and his groupies are at the very gates of seireitei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed, the bount have started a full-scale attack on the guardians of seireitei&apos;s gates. before long, the kusajishi new toys are brought into play - they are huge levers which would lift up the gate surrounding seireitei. the guardians of the gates are defeated, and the new toys are in position. kariya is pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happen next..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. turned out to be a long summary. 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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 08:45:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i guess some things must REALLY be spelled out to you huh?!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2006 07:54:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>MASS BITCHING SESSION ABOUT COSPLAY DURING GP PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t read if you&apos;re scc-friend, stac-friend, revive-friend or cosfuck-friend.&lt;br /&gt;warning: major scc/revive bashing. lots of capitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OFFENSE MEANT TO ANY INDIVIDUAL SCC/STAC MEMBERS. JUST MY VIEW ON THE SITUATION AS A WHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had more than enough time to write this during gp paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super pissed with the cheebyes from revive&apos;s team. OI KAN NI NAH BEH CHAO CHEE BYE LAH! damn kiam pah one leh they all. what, younger than 15 years old so what? BIG FUCK AR? nah beh. scared we bully ar? don&apos;t cosplay lah! then that oreo another one. KNN. i didn&apos;t know they call him oreo cos of orichimaru. i thought it&apos;s cos he black wanna cosplay white ppl. NAHBEH lah.. lol i&apos;m cursing a lot lor. hehee.. but if it&apos;s used on revive&apos;s cosfuck team, then NO PROBLEM WITH ME. stupid ar? still must suck up to SCC.. GO FUCK THEM LA. haha. i&apos;m not a friend of SCC and neither am i a friend of STAC. SHIT SIA SCC. BLACK HAIR ICHIGO ALSO CAN WIN. CHEEBYE AR. TIO FUCK UNTIL EYES CANNOT SEE CLEARLY IS IT? UNDER THE TABLE GOT PPL GIVING YOU BLOWJOB THAT&apos;S WHY CANNOT THINK IS IT? black ichigo, black haired ichigo.. what&apos;s next? FAT HARUHI HUH. PLS LAH. CANNOT THEN DUN MIAN QIANG UNTIL LIDDAT LAH. IF U CANNOT NO ONE BLAME YOU. GO HOME DRINK MILK LAH.. 1000 years too early for you to come and pwn us okay. think you super pro ar? haha wait i see their arrancar mask drop on the floor and break then they cry ar! 15 years and below mah. xiao hai zi. kinds only ma.. sure cry one loh. chibi chibi chibi.. your head arh chibi!! think what, ppl see liao &quot;eeeeee so cute!&quot; ar? you going for this effect is it? KAN NI NAH BEH CHAO CHEE BYE LAH! where got such thing one?! wanna win go fuck SCC lah! i bet that&apos;s what the black hair ichigo do. the byakuya good la. respect him. but nahbeh, DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR ICHIGO CAN ANOT?! i know he fuck SCC until too busy forgot to buy hair spray or wig or dye his hair right? no wonder you all win lah. we&apos;re not cheap bastards ok. not like you all, not like SCC or STAC or whoever ok. lol maybe we should have our own cosplay club lar. I WILL FUCKING MAKE SURE IT&apos;S BETTER THAN THAT FUCKING CORRUPTED SCC LAH CAN. WE WILL BE THE ONE WHO GIVE COSPLAY A GOOD NAME. WE COSPLAY FOR CHARITY TOO OKAY NOT LIKE YOU FUCKERS. ONE YEAR ORGANISE ONE, TWO EVENT. WORKING AR? WE ALL STUDENTS CAN. kiam pah ar. KUROICHOU WILL NOT ASSIST REVIVE&apos;S TEAM IN ANY WAY. COS WE ROX AND WE PWN UR SOX. WE EVEN WROTE A SONG FOR THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;WE&apos;RE THE COSFUCK FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;WITH OUR PRE-MADE COSTUMES&lt;br /&gt;AND OUR SHITTY PROPS&lt;br /&gt;COME LAUGH AT OUR COSFUCKERY&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow they got their own song! so pro! (eh we write for them one leh.) nah beh la CREDIT KYOISTHEZ WORRRRRRRRR. BIG FUCK AR! THEY FUCKING NO SHAME ONE LEH. feel like saying, NO THANKX WE DUN NEED/WANT YOUR CREDIT WORRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive the excessive use of vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since people have kindly asked, this post is now... PUBLIC!&lt;br /&gt;flame me. i dare you to.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 07:22:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Waterfalls</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #51 - Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;/b&gt; R&amp;R please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I owned Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The waterfalls never failed to calm his nerves when he was upset. This was his secret place, where he could be alone and sort out his thoughts. This was the place he trained, the place he cried and vented his frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, this was the place he shared with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishida Uryuu guided Arisawa Tatsuki over the jagged rocks in the river below the waterfall, catching her in his arms when she slipped. Happiness radiated from the two of them as their laughter rose into the air followed by the sounds of splashing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, this was their special place.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 05:42:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Title: Red Moon&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Bleach &lt;br /&gt;Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo and Ichinose Maki&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I wish I owned Bleach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It rained again that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichinose Maki&apos;s straw sandles splashed in the shallow puddles of rainwater, soaking his socks and hakama. The heavy rain had stopped, just a few minutes ago, but the smell of it was still strong and thick in the air. The shinigami drew his hood tighter around his face. With a gentle push, he jumped and leapt onto the roof of a nearby house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky had cleared, revealing the moon in the sky, shining red. The colour of passion. &lt;i&gt;The colour of blood,&lt;/i&gt; Ichinose thought, continuing on his night walk. The tiles on the rooftops rattled, slightly, softly, and Ichinose paused. He detected a reiatsu, his hand automatically straying to the hilt of his katana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took one step, then another, slowly, stealthily. A figure, seated on the rook in front of him. The reiatsu was familiar; they had faced off before. Ichinose recalled that encounter vividly, and something tugged at his mind and heart. He let his hand fall to his side. There was something about this particular person that intrigued him, but it did not scare him - not in the least. Ichinose Maki was far from being scared by... By this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Kurosaki Ichigo.&quot; The orange-haired youth turned, shock turning to a frown on his face as he recognised Ichinose. &quot;I thought it was you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo scrambled to his feet, embarrassed at being caught napping on the roof of his own home. He reached into his back pocket, searching for his substitute shinigami pass. Ichinose held forth his empty hands, in a rare show of peace, extending them towards Ichigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I do not wish to fight you today, shinigami substitute,&quot; he said, lowering his hands. &quot;Please. Sit with me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger shinigami eyed him warily. &quot;I don&apos;t trust you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know you don&apos;t.&quot; Ichinose settled himself down on the rook of the Kurosaki Family Clinic, taking his gaze off ichigo to consider the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;what do you want here?&quot; Ichigo demanded, seating himself some distance from the former Eleventh Division shinigami. &quot;If you&apos;re not here for a fight, then why are you here?&quot; Ichinose didn&apos;t answer him, instead choosing to let the young shinigami fume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Bastard.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Ichinose ignored Ichigo, and silence fell over the two. Ichigo sighed in frustration, then turned to face the moon that Ichinose kept his eyes keenly on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There will be no bloodshed tonight, Kurosaki Ichigo,&quot; Ichinose finally said, breaking the silence. &quot;The previous fights have already painted the moon red. A regrettable sight.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What the - &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Something about you caught my attention,&quot; he admitted, turning to look at Ichigo. &quot;Something I could not completely comprehend, for our encounter ended far too soon.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichigo shrugged. &quot;Of course. You know I&apos;ll defeat you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in that way, Ichinose thought. &quot;Do you hate me that much?&quot; The question caught Ichigo off guard. &quot;Do you hate me so much that you would kill me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&apos;s that supposed to mean,&quot; Ichigo mutered, leaning back onto the roof. He had not realised it before, but somehow, without his noticing, the physical gap between the two shinigami was growing smaller. &quot;Don&apos;t tell me you forgot, but we&apos;re supposed to be enemies here.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And after tonight, we&apos;ll go back to being enemies,&quot; Ichinose promised quietly. &quot;But for now, let us put aside our differences. I was to know what is it that draws me to you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Say what?!&quot; Ichigo sputtered. &quot;There&apos;s no attraction or whatever between us!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But there is,&quot; Ichinose pressed, pushing his hood back and moving closer to Ichigo, &quot;and you know it. You feel it too.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something strangely... Beautiful, Ichigo decided, about Ichinose Maki&apos;s face. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, but the former Eleventh Division shinigami was right - he felt it too. He had just always pushed it away, refused to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What do you want?&quot; Ichigo asked, hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Not what I was, but what you want.&quot; Ichinose never took his gaze off Ichigo, and the youth was beginning to feel slightly light-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if under a spell, Ichigo moved nearer to Ichinose, then leaned forward and kissed him. Before he could fully comprehend his actions, he found Ichinose kissing him back, a contented sigh escaping his lips. Ichinose broke the kiss, resting his head against Ichigo&apos;s chest, the younger shinigami stroking his hair - almost lovingly. A small smile flickered across Ichinose&apos;s face, and he settled himself more comfortably against Ichigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I never wanted to fight you, Ichigo. Not for one second from the moment I first saw you.&quot; Ichinose sighed, somewhat sadly. &quot;If we had met under different circumstances, things would be very, very different.&quot; Ichigo did not say anything, so Ichinose took it as a sign to continue. &quot;But I owe Kariya too much, way too much.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;We&apos;ll still have to fight each other tomorrow,&quot; Ichigo gently reminded him, his signature frown never leaving his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Indeed, regrettably.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat together, seeking comfort in each other&apos;s voice and touch until the sun rose and Ichigo dozed off. Ichinose stood, straightening his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow had come. &lt;i&gt;Tomorrow had come too soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichinose gave Ichigo a final glance, then left the boy to snooze on the roof of his home.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 03:44:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Reality</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu, Arisawa Tatsuki and Kurosaki Ichigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #83 - Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;/b&gt; R&amp;R please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I owned Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ishida Uryuu watched in disbelief as the love of his life took the hands of another man in hers. How did this happen? He stared into the hard, unfeeling eyes of Arisawa Tatsuki, finally realising how much she meant to him. He couldn&apos;t have lost her, not to that bastard Kurosaki Ichigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I can&apos;t lose you!&quot; He cried, lunging forward to embrace her. He felt powerful hands grip his shoulder, pulling him away from her. He was desperate. He was - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And cut! That&apos;s a wrap!&quot; The director called, and Ichigo relenquished his grip on Ishida, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Here, she&apos;s all yours.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:35:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dress</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #19 - Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;/b&gt; R&amp;R please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I owned Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&quot;I, ah, made a dress for you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishida Uryuu blushed red as he handed the package to Arisawa Tatsuki for inspection. One of the girl&apos;s eyebrows shot up as she raised the garment out of its box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Pink?&quot; She questioned, eyeing Ishida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I, ah, thought it suits you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuki laughed. &quot;Thanks, Ishida-kun, but seeing the way you&apos;re blushing, it&apos;d suit you better.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishida turned away, nervously pushing up his glasses. Tatsuki grinned, and leaned foreward to kiss him on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I love it,&quot; she said, smiling. &quot;And I love you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&apos;ll wear it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Stupid question. Of course I will.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 00:24:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Marry Me</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Marry Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #43 - Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;/b&gt; R&amp;R please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I owned Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a special night. Arisawa Tatsuki had specially prepared dinner for two, complete with candles and slow music. It set just the right mood for what Ishida Uryuu was planning next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a small box and opened it for Tatsuki to see. She gasped as he revealed to her a small, square-cut diamond set in a silver ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tatsuki-chan, will you marry me?&quot; Sincerity and love resonated in Ishida&apos;s voice. A smile crept over Tatsuki&apos;s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I will, on one condition.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&apos;s that?&quot; Ishida asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Get down on one knee and ask me again.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 11:53:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nights</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #23 - Lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;/b&gt; R&amp;R please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I owned Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ishida Uryuu was happy to spend his nights just holding her as she slept. Her face, illuminated by his bedside lamp, was all he could think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her warm, soft hand on his chest reminded him that he was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her steady, strong heartbeat told him that he was the one she chose to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her long, slender legs, curled around his, hinted of their night together, as well as many more nights to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishida kissed the forehead of Arisawa Tatsuki, the girl he loved since High School, and, switching off his lamp, settled down to sleep.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 07:45:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Eyes</title>
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  <description>(i&apos;m having a productive day. don&apos;t screw with me, now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #15 - Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;/b&gt; R&amp;R please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I owned Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue. The colour of his eyes, windows to his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind those spectacles were the beautiful blue eyes she had fallen in love with. Eyes that told her she meant everything to him, that he would protect her to the end. Eyes that told her he would be there and would be strong for her, that held the promise of their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing into his eyes, she felt safe, secure. And as she did so, she whispered, &quot;I love you, Ishida-kun...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, blue eyes twinkling. &quot;As do I, Tatsuki-chan.&quot; He gathered her in his arms, content. &quot;As do I.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 05:45:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Roses</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #96 - Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;/b&gt; R&amp;R please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I owned Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He came to her door that night, red roses in hand, straightening his suit and pushing up his glasses. She opened the door, wearing a blue gown she had never even thought of putting on before, ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;These are for you,&quot; he said, offering her the flowers, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Arigato, Ishida-kun.&quot; She took them, placing them inside the house on a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You look amazing, Tatsuki-chan.&quot; She smiled at his compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Let&apos;s go. They&apos;re probably waiting for us.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took his hand in hers, and they made their way to Ichigo and Orihime&apos;s wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Will we be next?&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 04:59:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Graduation</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ishida Uryuu and Arisawa Tatsuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #10 - Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&apos;s Notes:&lt;/b&gt; R&amp;R please. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I wish I owned Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too many words and too little time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had all passed by so quickly. She stood at the podium, looking out at the sea of faces before her. The faces stared back expectantly as Arisawa Tatsuki, graduating with Honors in Medical Science, gave her speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze focused on his face as she spoke the words carefully chosen for the occassion, spirits lifting at his encouraging smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, he still gave her his utmost support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending was a relief. Running off stage and into the arms of the man she loved was pure estacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Ishida-kun.&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 03:39:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>made a claim at drabbles100, for ishida uryuu and arisawa tatsuki. so sue me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;2&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; cellspacing=&quot;2&quot;&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Beginnings&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Middles&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;003.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ends&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;004.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;First&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;005.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;006.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hours&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Days&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Weeks&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Months&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://paperdoll-dream.livejournal.com/66582.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Red&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;012.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Grey&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;013.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;White&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;014.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Black&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;015.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://paperdoll-dream.livejournal.com/67279.html&quot;&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;016.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Purple&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;017.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brown&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;018.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;019.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://paperdoll-dream.livejournal.com/68268.html&quot;&gt;Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;020.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Colourless&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;021.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Friends&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;022.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Enemies&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;023.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://paperdoll-dream.livejournal.com/67380.html&quot;&gt;Lovers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;024.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Family&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;025.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Strangers&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;026.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Teammates&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;027.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Parents&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;028.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/kurosaki_clinic/1129277.html#cutid2&quot;&gt;Children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;029.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birth&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;030.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;031.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunrise&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;032.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunset&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;033.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Too Much&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;034.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not Enough&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;035.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sixth Sense&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;036.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smell&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;037.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sound&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;038.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Touch&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;039.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Taste&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;040.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sight&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;041.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shapes&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;042.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Triangle&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;043.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://paperdoll-dream.livejournal.com/67731.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Square&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;044.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Circle&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;045.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Moon&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;046.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;King&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;047.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heart&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;048.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Diamond&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;049.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Queen&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;050.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Joker&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;051.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Water&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;052.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fire&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;053.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Earth&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;054.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Air&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;055.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spirit&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;056.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Breakfast&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;057.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lunch&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;058.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dinner&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;059.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Food&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;060.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Drink&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;061.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Winter&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;062.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spring&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;063.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Summer&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;064.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fall&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;065.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Passing&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;066.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rain&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;067.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Snow&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;068.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lightning&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;069.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thunder&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;070.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Storm&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;071.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Broken&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;072.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fixed&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;073.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Light&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;074.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dark&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;075.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shattered&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;076.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rebirth&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;077.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paralysis&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;078.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Disease&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;079.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Agony&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;080.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Healing&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;081.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blind&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;082.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Deaf&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;083.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://paperdoll-dream.livejournal.com/68695.html&quot;&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;084.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Found&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;085.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Missing&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;086.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Choices&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;087.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Life&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;088.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;He&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;089.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;She&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;090.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;It&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;091.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birthday&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;092.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Christmas&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;093.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;094.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Solstice&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;095.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;New Year&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;096.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://paperdoll-dream.livejournal.com/67035.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;097.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;098.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;099.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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  <title>ikkakuXnemu fic</title>
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  <description>written because chibi boss requested it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chibi-chan, take the fic from here okie? or i can like, send it to you.. if i ever see you online.. lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Say My Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Ikkaku x Nemu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 for language and implied stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; She&apos;s been standing there for so long, but she&apos;s never spoken to him. Ikkaku changes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nemu.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name lingered on his lips, caught in his breath. No one said her name quite like he did, but then again, till now, only Mayuri had ever called her by her name. It was... Special. It made her heart skip a beat. It made her feel warm, and it made her feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurotsuchi Nemu walked along the stone-paved walkway leading past the 11th Division training grounds.  She knew she could, would, find him there, as always. He would be training, as always. She would look at him from her hiding place behind the apple tree in the courtyard, watching him, drinking in the sight of him... As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she never had the courage to talk to him. She couldn&apos;t find the words to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered the way he glanced at her, when Mayuri threatened her. That one single glance was all it took to get Nemu&apos;s heart falling, falling for him. She had always wondered, but she had never spoken to him. Not about what she felt, not about what she thought, not about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she? It was impossible between them. She wasn&apos;t even sure if he returned her feelings, and Mayuri would have a grand fit if he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she took her place behind the tree, muting her reiatsu so he wouldn&apos;t discover her. Her heartbeat quickened in anticipation - she imagined that he looked his best while training. His eyes, his face, his voice, and his oh-so-appealing body... She felt that watching him alone would not, would never, be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispered his name when she slept at night. He was all that filled her mind. He was her comfort from Mayuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was her drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was not quite right this day. She couldn&apos;t sense his reiatsu, no matter how hard she searched. Had he muted it, then? But what for? She peered out from behind the apple tree, straining to see if he was around. He had to be, had to be. Her heart broke at the thought of not being able to see him. After a while, she sighed and turned to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Kurotsuchi fukutaichou?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her breath caught in her chest. She turned slowly, her cheeks burning red, and came face to face with the object of her desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&apos;re ya doin&apos; here? Somethin&apos; important ya wanna tell me? Or were ya lookin&apos; for Zaraki taichou, &apos;cause ya just missed &apos;im.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, his face. His face. So close to hers, she thought she would die. His questioning eyes, his relaxed and easy stance, katana held loosly in one hand before reaching over so easily to glide it into its sheath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She averted her gaze, studying the stone patterns on the ground, trying to calm herself, and muttered an incomprehensible reply. How she wished she could melt, or run away - anything to hide from his eyes. Her hands clenched together, and she tried to think of a way - any way - to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please stop looking at me. I&apos;m not worth your attention.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Kurotsuchi fukutaichou?&quot; He leaned in closer, studying her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please. Call me Nemu.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her own voice startled her. It certainly surprised him, to hear her telling him to call her by her first name, shock written over his face. The moment her brain registered what she had just said, it was too late to take them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, then... Nemu.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock jolted her system. Could she believe her ears? Did she dare to? He had only said it once, but already she loved the way he said her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I... Ah...&quot; He rubbed a hand over his bald pate. &quot;I noticed ya standin&apos; here most days, and, well, I was just wonderin&apos; what 11th Division&apos;s got for ya to keep on comin&apos; back.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They&apos;ve got you.&lt;/i&gt; She wanted to say it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be those eyes, he decided. The way she never dared to look at him, except when he took her to his bed. Or it could be her quietness. The way she never said anything, damn, it drove him crazy. Or was it her killer body? The way she seemed to grow bolder each time? Oh fuck yeah, she was killing him. And at this rate, he&apos;d die happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long was it since... Since he realised that she was all that filled his mind? No matter how hard he tried to think of other things, her face would always resurface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be then. When that damn Mayuri threatened her. Fuck, he&apos;d do anything to protect her from that bastard. He wanted so badly to protect her, but if Mayuri knew, he wouldn&apos;t be the only one getting into trouble. Nemu... Keeping their relationship secret was more important than knocking Mayuri around. That could wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hell. He loved her. The way she moaned his name as she lay in his arms. Her voice was so damn sexy, he wondered why he never noticed it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. It&apos;s because she doesn&apos;t speak much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was his drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Kurot- ah, Nemu.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn&apos;t take his eyes off her. Damned if he knew anything about what she was thinking. He wanted so much to know what went through her mind, what she did here every single day, and if she liked him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey wait, what the fuck was that last thought?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemu turned around to leave. He had to stop her. He couldn&apos;t bear to see her back faced towards him. Grabbing her wrist, he stepped in front of her, blocking her path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nemu. Nemu.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned if he could stop saying her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still keeping her eyes off him, she responded, &quot;What is it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned forward, his lips hovering just above hers, wondering how she would taste, wondering if she would let him taste her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I, ah... I got a request.&quot; He turned away shyly for a second. How was it that she made him feel so weak? With a new determination, he turned back to face her again. &quot;Say my name.&quot; There was a hunger in his eyes. &quot;Say my name, Nemu.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times had they lain together? She lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times had they kissed? He lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times had they made sweet, sweet love? They couldn&apos;t tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that fire still raged within them, taking them through the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or till they had to part, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze snapped up to his face. Could she really? She had never dared to speak his name, except when she slept, for he came to her in dreams. She was on the verge of crying, from joy, from disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Say my name.&quot; There it was again. That silent request. Did that mean, then..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I... Ikkaku.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, Madarame Ikkaku crushed his lips down onto hers, the impact knocking the breath from them both. When they finally parted, Ikkaku&apos;s face was as red as Nemu&apos;s. He released her wrist, and Nemu rubbed it absently, breathing hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few moments, all they could do was stare at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ah...&quot; Ikkaku scratched his head. &quot;So, I guess ya&apos;ll be back here tomorrow, then?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words seemed to break the spell over Nemu. With a slight smile, she nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: i don&apos;t own bleach(unfortunately). just borrowing for a little fun. =)</description>
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