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  <title>Rantings of a Crazed Mind</title>
  <subtitle>Alas! I have found my way here but yet again...</subtitle>
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    <name>hikaridaeron</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-20T00:29:12Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hikaridaeron:2882</id>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T00:29:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T00:29:12Z</updated>
    <category term="snippet"/>
    <category term="lily"/>
    <category term="ice cream"/>
    <category term="mocks"/>
    <content type="html">&amp;gt;&amp;gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm... hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages but... oh well. ^^; I've been busy - mock IB&amp;nbsp;exams are this week, projects have been coming and going, NHS is madness... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been writing much since RPing kinda consumes life, but here's a snippet of the fic I'm writing for Lily. WARNING!&amp;nbsp;Rated M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;X3; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... bored. *glares at the mood picture which still isn't fixed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying math, that's tomorrow's mock, but... ugh. I&amp;nbsp;don't wanna. And someone stole my copy of &lt;em&gt;Remains of the Day&lt;/em&gt;, bastard. Ughughugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's watching Dick van Dyke... ^^; I wanna watch this week's episode of Lie to Me because I&amp;nbsp;missed it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;:!!!! It&amp;nbsp; was my brother's birthday yesterday so we went out to dinner when it was on... I cry. (And since flash player on my laptop's shot I gotta jack his for a bit to watch... le sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then no House OR&amp;nbsp;LTM for two weeks. More sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I guess I'll just RP&amp;nbsp;for now. X3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;Near stared in a voyeuristic sort of fascination, unable to move from the revelation after revelation the scene was producing. He&amp;rsquo;d always wondered if there was anything going on between Mello and Akira; they seemed to suddenly meet too often, happen to turn up together too often. But he&amp;rsquo;d never guessed that there was anything beyond purely physical lust before. He never thought that they might actually &lt;i&gt;lo &lt;/i&gt;&amp;ndash;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;Mello slid his hands up her corset, cupping her breasts lightly before starting to unbutton it. Akira tangled her hands into his hair, watching as his fingers worked quickly, soon bearing smooth white skin and nothing underneath. Near&amp;rsquo;s breath caught as Mello slid off the corset and unbutton the woman&amp;rsquo;s masculine trousers. Akira&amp;rsquo;s figure was slender and her breasts were oh-so-&lt;i&gt;round &lt;/i&gt;&amp;ndash; and oh my God Mello was suckling them, abandoning his quest for her pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;The brunette arched back into the ministrations, her lips parted and eyes closed. She clutched at him as he moved from one breast to the other, leaving a trail of saliva from his lips to her nipples, not yet touching them. She nudged his hand with her hip to do so, which only caused him to draw her tightly. &amp;ldquo;M-Mel&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she shuddered, pleasure evident from her expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hmmm?&amp;rdquo; The blond lifted his head from its position and blinked up at her. She pushed it back towards her nipple, arching. Near saw a smirk before it vanished into a continued the quest to taste her &amp;ndash; he was so sure Mello was going to taste her, every inch of her. Akira looked just as sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;But more than that, she looked hopeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;The albino swallowed as Mello slid his hands from her breasts to her male-like trousers, unbuttoning them and sliding them down her slender hips. Akira moved them from side-to-side to let them slide easier. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t until they were off that Near realized how big they were for her. He also hadn&amp;rsquo;t realized how much bloomers concealed until Mello knelt and removed Akira&amp;rsquo;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%"&gt;With his teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hikaridaeron:2739</id>
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    <title>"Candy... *canes*?! ARE YOU MOCKING ME?!" - House</title>
    <published>2008-06-28T15:40:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-28T15:41:24Z</updated>
    <category term="rp"/>
    <category term="coldplay"/>
    <category term="soar"/>
    <category term="kelpy"/>
    <category term="persevere"/>
    <category term="one hundred years of solitude"/>
    <category term="mattxmello"/>
    <lj:music>Viva La Vida - Coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So! Pretty much just an update on stuff now... &amp;lt;&amp;lt; And a fic excerpt or two. Speaking of, I definetely have failed at life with fics recently - my contest shots have &lt;em&gt;sucked &lt;/em&gt;past round one - but last night I sat my ass down and wrote a chunk of my persevereshipping - that's OtogixAnzu - and I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;like it. So, I'm back, baby. *would put an excerpt 'cept that's illegal* So content yourself with the beginnings of another contest shot, this time a DN with my OTP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Oh the violence..."&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“Look at me, Matt.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“I can’t do that, Mello.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“Look at me, Matt.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“I can’t do that, Mello.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;God dammit look at me Matt!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Behind orange-tinted goggles, Matt’s eyes flicked over to the blonde. Mello’s chest heaved with anger as he brought back his fist and punched him in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Matt allowed the blow to hit, ricocheting backwards and slamming into the floor. He stood and idly wiped the spittle from his mouth with the back of his hand. “You done?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Fuck you&lt;/i&gt;!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;Another blow landed. The coppery taste and smell of blood flooded Matt’s senses. He muttered something and pressed his fingers to his lips. Even behind the goggles he could make out the deep colour of the liquid on his fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... aren't they great? And speaking of DN, I'm writing a very religious-y and reflective-philosophy-y thing on Mello. Possible more M&amp;amp;M, I've yet to decide. It's inspired by the lyrics of &lt;em&gt;Violet Hill &lt;/em&gt;from the new Coldplay album -- which is amazing by the way. For anyone who's read &lt;em&gt;One Hundred Years Of Solitude &lt;/em&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;Viva La Vida &lt;/em&gt;reminds me way too much of Colonel Aureliano Buendia. &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summer vacation's here. I've done little to no work - one chapter out of eight (?) in chemistry, and haven't even &lt;em&gt;looked &lt;/em&gt;at my extended essay. My books haven't arrived yet. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; So, yeah, woo. My mom's textbook is due real soon and I've been copy-editing her chapters - i.e. editing for grammar only, not content - and while it pays good it's... tedious work. &amp;gt;&amp;gt; I should start charging for all the shit I do for my friends at school. *grins* Jakey would be in so much debt right now if I did... as it is he owes me dinner. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Olivia and I hung out yesterday; after our really nasty and stupid fight in Janurary, it surprises me how happy I was to get her call and how much I missed her. It was really nice. Now I just gotta get ahold of Caitlin before she leaves and patch things up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also changed my moods to DN themed - thanks to Kelpy - but can you see them? 'Cause I can't, and if you can't, that means I did something wrong. &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Kelpyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~ (Speaking of which I speak to said crazy far too much for my health. XD She's utterly dependent on me. When I go to SOAR she's gonna die, seriously. &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;I will too though, a week and maybe TWO of no RPing?! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&amp;nbsp;I think this is a lovely enough update. Hey, people who added me from the forum - talk to meee~ Please. ^^ And 'ai-chan, I'll email you soonish. AND-AND MY REGULAR EMAIL IS BACK YAYZ.</content>
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    <title>The Gruesome... 25-some?</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T15:46:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T15:47:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Iris - Goo Goo Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;*snorts at title*&amp;nbsp;Stole this from 'ai-chan, duh, who stole is from Kana-kun. I pity you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I&amp;nbsp;am fluent in Persian,&amp;nbsp;also known as Farsi, although I've forgotten how to read/write it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. My cat's name is so unpronounceable by un-Persian people that I've told everyone to call him Bo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I used to hate my neighbors when they first moved, because the old ones had a daughter who was one of my closest friends. Now, I see them as second parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I have over 5000 emails from Kelpy alone, and they're all RPing. We started in either March or April.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Said Kelpy also calls me or I call her every-other-day or more. Said Kelpy also called while I was still&amp;nbsp;at school and talked to one of my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Said friend claims that I had sex with a chair named Dan in the lunch room. And repeated such in front of our chemisty teacher. Who stared at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I spend most of my time in "the office" -- the chemistry office of one of my two&amp;nbsp;favourite teachers. Said chem teacher is one of my closest friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Other favourite teacher is my lit teacher, who I had freshman year and again this year. She is also one of the few people I trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. One of the other few people I trust happens to be the "adopted" sister that I claimed, who lives over 4000 miles away. Said adopted sister is getting a visit from me post-graduation. Although I'd love for her to come here &lt;em&gt;for &lt;/em&gt;mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There are two things I want most in life. One is a true friend. The other is a true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I periodically have crushes on anime/manga characters. It started when I was a child with book characters and has upgraded since.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. It is possible to have an eargasm. Two things do such for me: Liz's whistling and Mello's dubbed voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. I name my mp3 players. So far, they've been Lyra, Edurado, Raphael, Raphael Gabriel Segundo, and the current, Gabriel. The next one will be Michalangeo. (I plan to cover all the Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles XD)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;I abuse the XD smiley more than any other. And have picked up the O: from Kelpy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Songs can make me cry, and often have very powerful effects on me. They also express what I cannot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16.&amp;nbsp;I never tell anyone absolutely everything, especially if&amp;nbsp;I trust them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. I&amp;nbsp;hate romance&amp;nbsp;movies even more than I love them. Although, I hate horror movies more than anything else and refuse to watch them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. I have no material fear. All of mine are psychological, and no one knows what they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. My favourite movie is "The Dead Poet's Society", and not because the guy that plays Wilson is it in. Although that helps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. I love writing more than anything, but I think I've gotten worse and worse at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. I also feel that I've gotten stupider.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. I'm more worried about my future than I let on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. In fact, I'm more worried about a lot of things than I let on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. It takes a lot to make me not like someone. I always give them the benefit of the doubt until they piss me off. And when they piss me off, it's hard to make me like them again. Currently, there are four people who I can think of that I really don't like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. I quote TAS far more than any normal person should.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you regret reading all of that now?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fic excerpts!</title>
    <published>2008-04-09T21:45:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T21:58:59Z</updated>
    <category term="hp"/>
    <category term="ygo"/>
    <category term="death note"/>
    <lj:music>Precious Times, Glory Days - Psychic Lover</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mm, yeah, because I promised!&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="DN AU. What if Light met Near and Mello before L? More to come, just an intro."&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than anything, L hated when he had no evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all just &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;coincidental. Yagami Light was acting like the perfect, ideal son: working on his work&amp;nbsp;seriously, preparing for college entrance exams, even looking at pornography for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, justice's sake, anyway. L didn't believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Yagami Light was watching the news with interest, pen idly tapping against his thiegh. L watched him, nail to mouth, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about 80 -- no, 83 -- percent certian that Yagami Light was Kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd never let people know, though. He'd say "3%" or "7%" if and when asked, but truly, he rarely would say such a thing unless he was about 90+%&amp;nbsp;sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was, L had no &lt;em&gt;proof&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the detective began to peel the banana that Watari had left for him. If only there was a way to make Yagami confess to being Kira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say things that only Kira would know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L bit into the banana, chewing slowly and deliberately. Kira needed a name and a face to kill, that much was certain. And if he got a glimpse of L's face, he'd be half-way to killing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand... if there was more than one person calling himself L... more than one person capable of the position...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L turned to Yagami Soichiro, who was sitting next to him and uneasily watching his son. "Yagami-san?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai, Ryuuzaki?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a plan, but I need your cooperation..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The first scene of a tendershipping gift-fic for Mina."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bakura Yamagi stared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“You’re kidding me,” he said flatly. “You’re &lt;i&gt;actually &lt;/i&gt;going through with it? Dude! I was only kidding!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Seto Kaiba was looking in a full-length gold-wrought mirror. He leaned forward, icy eyes focused on his crisp white tie, which he was adjusting. “You may have been kidding,” he said, straightening and surveying his suited self, “but Father took it to heart.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Gozaburo would,” muttered the white-haired teen. He crossed his arms. “But seriously Seto! A masked ball? &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;? Since when have you known how to dance?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Seto turned from the mirror and cocked an eyebrow. “Are you serious? &lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;, not know how to dance? I’m one of Domino’s elite, in case you failed to realize.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Apparently I did,” said Bakura, deadpan. Seto rolled his eyes and grabbed his coat, heading towards the door. “But wait, Seto!” said his closest friend, bounding out the door and sliding down the polish mahogany banister to make up for his friend’s long strides. He jumped down from the handrail and blocked Seto’s path. “Wait a sec.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“I don’t have time for this, Bakura,” said the taller one, tapping his foot impatiently, but not moving. “Make it quick.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Okay, okay.” Bakura held up a finger. “One, do you really &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;to do this?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Wha – ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Humour me, Seto.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Yes&lt;/i&gt;, Bakura. It’s a better way to spend Halloween than trick-or-treating, or my birthday stuck in the house.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Okay then.” Bakura put up another finger. “Two, who – “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"Whom."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"WHATEVER! – do you plan to invite?”&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The brunet shrugged. “I don’t know, a few school friends, some of Yami’s friends, whoever. &lt;i&gt;You’ll &lt;/i&gt;be the one helping me make the guest list, so why does it matter?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Do you really want to invite all your snobby rich friends &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;their boyfriends/girlfriends &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;your boyfriend &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;his little brother &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;me?”&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Seto gave an exasperated sigh. “Yes, sure, why not?” He made to move past the near-albino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bakura blocked his path. “Wait, one more question!” He paused dramatically. “Who the hell am &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;going with?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Seto shrugged. “I don’t know, whomever you want!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“That’s my point! I don’t &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;who I’d take.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The Kaiba heir crossed his arms. “Are you seriously interrupting me on my way to the office because &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;can’t figure out who you’d take to a &lt;i&gt;party&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Well when you put it like that… hey, where ‘re you going?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The tall brunet kept walking. “To work, unlike &lt;i&gt;some &lt;/i&gt;people I know.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bakura threw up his hands. “What do I do to deserve this?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"Oh, I don't know," said Seto sarcastically. "Maybe the fact that you're the laziest prick I know has something to do with it." He was striding away, with his companion nearly jogging to keep up. (Bakura's 5'10" was not short, but it just didn't quite match Seto's 6'2".)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"But this very lazy prick happens to be your best friend," said Bakura pointedly, watching as Seto slowed and reached for the coffee pot. He grabbed a mug and a thermos, pouring the former for Bakura and the latter for himself. Bakura took his cup and added cream and sugar to it. "You can't deny it, Seto.”&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"Perhaps not," said Seto, grabbing his jacket as he headed out. "But that doesn't mean I have to put up with it, either!" he shouted through the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bakura shrugged. "We'll see what you say when Yami gets involved."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I can't put up my puppyshipping (it's probably a violation of contest rules, I dunno, whatevs), here's a last one:&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Totally random out of contest. NPNA revised Chapter 9, which I should finish..."&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A nod. “Motou &lt;i&gt;spoke &lt;/i&gt;to it, I think,” said Harry. “By the end of the conversation or whatever, he said that the Shadow Realm had been opened again, and we want to figure out just &lt;i&gt;what &lt;/i&gt;that means.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Another surprising reaction: Altáriël paled. “You serious?” she said. “Yugi said that the Shadow Realm had been open again?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Shit&lt;/i&gt;,” she muttered, running a hand through her bangs. “If I’ve really pieced together everything like I think I have, then that could mean &lt;i&gt;bad &lt;/i&gt;news.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“What do you – ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Hey guys! What are you talking about?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Mokuba had jogged up to them. Hurriedly, Harry cast glanced at everyone else, only to be greeted by blank stares, until –&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“We were thinking about becoming the new Marauders.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;At that moment, Harry could have &lt;i&gt;kissed &lt;/i&gt;Ginny. Sure, he would have done so anyway, but –&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“New Marauders?” Mokuba stroked his chin. “You mean like new pranksters?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Er – ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Actually,” interrupted Ginny again, laying a hand on Mokuba’s arm. “We were thinking more like Marauders as the intruders that find out the truths of the world.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Harry had to admit, Ginny had phenomenal acting skills. Mokuba perked up. “As cheesy as that is, that sounds awesome. Which means we all need nicknames!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Brilliant,” said Ron. “Y’know how Harry’s dad’s mates had names from their animagus forms? We could do the same!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Pending on &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;,” moped Ginny. Mokuba squeezed her shoulder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“We can get some of the ingredients for the potion from here, today,” he said warmly. Harry felt a surge of jealousy. “But y’know, Ron, that was a surprisingly good idea.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Thanks, I – HEY.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hikaridaeron:1972</id>
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    <title>Alright, here is is, obligatory GX montage</title>
    <published>2008-03-21T02:42:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T02:45:26Z</updated>
    <category term="judai"/>
    <category term="yugi"/>
    <category term="gx"/>
    <category term="ygo"/>
    <lj:music>99 Percent - Bowl</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hmm... so yes.&amp;nbsp;For&amp;nbsp;those of you who gathered from the icon *points to amazingness that is Johan&amp;nbsp;Anderson*, I am, indeed,&amp;nbsp;a GX fan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But... it's not the same with me. Because I didn't start watching GX until last summer, and out of curiosity. And... it really is *nothing* like the original, as a whole. The whole "Sacred&amp;nbsp;Beast Cards" thing or whatever was a TOTAL rip from the Egyptian Gods, duh, but the fundamental plots as a whole were different. Shadows for YGO, Darkness from GX -- perhaps Light for 5D's?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In any case, the show is coming to an end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Season 3 was the best, hands down. The show actually had a plot, characters changed, and it was amazing. It was followed by only a decent season 4. And then to end it with the obvious YugixJudai duel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... I don't know about other GX fans, but that's a crushing disappointment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get my wrong. I am ZOMGPSYCHOFANGIRLSQUEAL about seeing Yugi again *especially buff... wow*. But -- &lt;em&gt;this just doesn't work&lt;/em&gt;. For several reasons:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) The show never resolves &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. The whole "Darkness was behind everything since season 1" is CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;2) WHOTHEHELL'SSUPPOSEDTOWIN!?!? Judai's merged with Yubel to make him more than human, and has the power of Haou. Yugi surpassed Atemu, the King of Games, in the ceremonial duel. Etiquette and fandom says it MUST be Yugi to win, but YGO says that the hero must always win -- thus Judai. ALSO, if Yugi wins, it can't move forward. Atemu-Yugi-Judai-5D's dude. There's a hierarchy, and one must always beat the other. Atemu stepped down, now Yugi must. (BUTIDON'TWANTHIMTOO!!!! *wails*)&lt;br /&gt;3) THIS WAS SO PREDICATABLE AND DREADED.&lt;br /&gt;4) HOW DOES THIS SEGUE INTO 5D'S?!?!&lt;br /&gt;5) WHY IS THE SHOW SO *SHORT*?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, these are my thoughts. I promise to put an excerpt of the fic next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Kana -- welcome to the contest!!! *squees* Can't wait to see you churn out some amazing oneshots!!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>SHOUT OUT AND CONGRATS</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T01:48:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T01:48:56Z</updated>
    <category term="shadow over egypt"/>
    <lj:music>Never Ready To Leave - Sherwood</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, duh,&amp;nbsp;Season Tres of ze contest de Compy is over, will dearest 'ai-chan as the winner. Here I&amp;nbsp;take the time to fully express my sincere happiness of that case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Shadow,&amp;nbsp;we first came into contact when you reviewed&amp;nbsp;my major YGOHP xover, &lt;em&gt;New Professors, New Adventures&lt;/em&gt;, saying that it was good and that you were going to write a YGOHP xover of your own. That became &lt;em&gt;With A Wave Of The Wand&lt;/em&gt;, the monstrosity that is now one of the most popular YGOHP xovers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, your writing has matured, and morphed into the impressive monster that it is now. Your skills are far superior to most that I know, including myself; it brings to life the image and emotions of your characters, even when you're working with those with not even an ounce of personality. If a challenge is issued, you soar above it and write something that leaves the reader reeling, thinking and wanting more. What was once a simple bolt of lightning suddenly becomes a searing flash of light, a deep roar as twenty feet away, something strikes the ground and makes the hair stand on the character's neck, the singed smell of grass filling his or her nostrils as survival instincts kick in, a frozen moment in time before feet pound the gravel underneath. Nothing is ever &lt;em&gt;flat&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; boring&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; 2D&lt;/em&gt; with you. Everything is alive, and it's all just something for you to work with and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contest only honed your skills. As you rose to even the monsters of chuteshipping and fillershipping, you showed us all that nothing is impossible to be written, that even people who have never met can grow and learn to love. That despite the odds, any two people can come together in *some* sort of situation and prove that they are better that that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So congrats, saiai-chan. Because that's what you are, my saiai, and that's what you will always be. And thank you, for not only the stories that have let me and others stunned and frozen to the spot, but for your support, emails, and love. Which is why that June is so much more convenient for me to visit, and I hope you're not off to your gran's&amp;nbsp;(?)&amp;nbsp;in Australia when I *am* in your country. x3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well jeez, that made me teary and cheesy. I better go to homework... *sheepish grin* 'Till later?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>THE FINALE</title>
    <published>2008-02-18T19:30:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-20T02:36:23Z</updated>
    <category term="fillershipping"/>
    <category term="shadow over egypt"/>
    <category term="contest"/>
    <lj:music>Dance, Dance - FOB</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;HOLY FILLERSHIPPING, BATMAN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, that's right, I'M IN THE FINALE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And&amp;nbsp;my opponent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHADOW OVER EGYPT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So lovely,&amp;nbsp;our names, aren't they? HIKARI vs. SHADOW has now&amp;nbsp;turned into YUGI vs. YAMI, the latter of which is on a hunt&amp;nbsp;for her lost memories. xDD This is why we&amp;nbsp;heart Kelpy. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other&amp;nbsp;case,&amp;nbsp;fillershipping means &lt;strong&gt;Noa Kaiba x Rebecca Hawkins&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Which is insanity, but I ACTUALLY HAVE A PLOT.&amp;nbsp;Originally, it was going to be when they were both kids, before&amp;nbsp;Noa's accident, but... the ages just didn't work. So now,&amp;nbsp;it's a not-quite post-season but not really in a specific season. Post-DOMA, anyway. And-and the ending's SAD. ^^ I'm excited. I'm just worried at what 'ai-chan's going to throw at me... okay, we all know that she's the better writer and is going to win this, but I'm going to write such a fic that it's going to STUNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise! ^^&lt;/p&gt;(I changed my icon because I&amp;nbsp;*heart* JOHAN ANDERSON.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hikaridaeron:1275</id>
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    <title>Contest reflection!</title>
    <published>2008-02-09T21:18:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-09T22:13:48Z</updated>
    <category term="chuteshipping"/>
    <category term="shadow over egypt"/>
    <category term="compy"/>
    <category term="carry on"/>
    <category term="contest"/>
    <lj:music>Er -- the sound of William Shatner's voice of TJ Hooker?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;So, duh, I stole this from Shadow. ^^ Love you, ‘ai-chan. But she’s got a good idea – and considering this is the round before the finale, and I don’t know if I’ll be &lt;i&gt;in &lt;/i&gt;the finale, it makes sense.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I’ve been friends with Shadow over Egypt for a couple of years now, and around Halloween last year we started to seriously talk. It started off with fics and whatnot, but soon, we became close friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;In the summer, I primarily spent my mornings on facebook talking to her. On one such day, she told me that she had just signed up for a fanfiction contest, and sent me a link.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The host, ComputerFreak101, now known to us as Compy, holds a contest (probably twice a year, I think it fluxes) that concerns, of course, YGO pairings. The ranks go from easy (common/almost cannon pairings such as Pride/Puzzle/Polar) to medium (this season’s included Libera/Side) to hard (thus far, Death/Chute). It starts off with 24 people, and through eliminations and dropouts, it slowly becomes less.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This season will have had nine rounds, by the end. Round 8 ends with my chuteshipping fic, due on the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; (as I have kindly been granted an extension). My opponents are, of course, the lovely Shadow over Egypt and the illustrious Carry On. As the contest draws to a close, I think it’s time for a reflection.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The mega-thingie of DOOM"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Round One – Puzzleshipping (Yami no Yugi x Yugi Motou)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Story: &lt;i&gt;Watched You Slip Away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This story was a post-series, pretty much both Yami and Yugi reflecting on how they should have told the other how he felt, and that, before that final door closed, he should have said something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing I can do about it now. You are another lifetime away from me. I cannot be rebourn again. I cannot leave the world that I have now been confined in. Who would have guessed that Pharaoh prefers mortal Earth to Paradise? But it cannot be such without your presence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘I just wish…’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;… I had told you. I should have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘… that I had told you. I know I should have.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cowardice kept me away from the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘I was afraid at what you might say to me.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, I realize…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘But suddenly, I realize…’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;… that I don’t care what you would have said…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘… that I don’t care…’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;… if only I could have kept you for one more day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘… if only it would have stopped you from slipping away.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Overall, I was very proud of this story. I think I was able to capture Yugi and Yami’s feelings effectively – probably helped by the fact that this is my favourite pairing, along with prideshipping. So, I was very happy with this, and did very well in the round.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Round Two – Silentshipping (Seto Kaiba x Shizuka Kawai/Serenity Wheeler)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Story: &lt;i&gt;Because I Could Not Stop For Death&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The story was a bit of an AU, a one-sided on her part, with twists that ended with a flash to the present with Serenity/Joey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I glanced outside. My new home was small. I could scarcely make out its shape and size. But I knew it made no difference. Now, such trivial things would not affect me. I would lie in peace. Nothing could touch me ever again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;And I could never touch anything ever again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;And it saddened me, to know that this was the end. The flare of emotion, the first of its kind, that I had ever felt was being stopped up in me – for who had ever heard of a relationship with Death? And everything else I had ever known – the love for my brother, the respect I felt for his closest friend, Yugi, the affection I held for my friends Anzu and Mai, and even to my manservant Honda – I would never again feel such emotions flicker through me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Everything that had made me human was fading from me. There would be nothing left.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;hate &lt;/i&gt;silentshipping. With. A. Passion. It’s my least favourite pairing. However, I got the lost votes I’ve ever gotten in this round, with a lot of people saying that for my most hated pairing, it was a fantastic story. I disagree, but, whatevs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Round Three: Tendershipping (Yami no Bakura x Ryou Bakura)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Story: &lt;i&gt;Black Balloon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;A post-series story in which both Bakura suffers an accident, but doesn’t know. He walks around trying to find Ryou, and when he does, he is surprised to find what has happened.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not even you, Bakura… not even you can steal the memories of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bakura tread lightly. He did not want to disturb those resting there. Yes, former Tomb Robber he was, but he had great respect for the dead nonetheless. After all, was it not his village that was burnt to the ground, its 99 thieves killed as he watched?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dead came back to haunt him…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His eyes trailed from the simple line on the plaque to a dusty grave right beside it. He had passed this site many times before, constantly staring, without ever telling Ryou that he had coming. He had never seen this grave before. He bent, and, after dusting it off, read the epitaph.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the line. Wha – &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The name caught his eye, and he froze, eyes wide.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I really &lt;i&gt;liked &lt;/i&gt;this story, but looking back and ranking it, I find it quite inferior to the past two. It was more rushed than the others, as I had written another story and scrapped it at last minute, but I still enjoy the story and think it’s adequate enough. As for the pairing, &amp;amp;hearts;&amp;amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Round Four: Liberashipping (Malik Ishtar x Yugi Motou)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Story: &lt;i&gt;Burden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Similar to my puzzle, this was a one-sided story that had Malik and Yugi reflecting on the events of Battle City, taking place during the Marik vs. Yami duel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;… Why do you care so much? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;After everything I have done to you, to your friends, you want to save me from the fate I cursed them with? Even Pharaoh… even after this plot to have him killed, and for me to take his place! Even still, he can let it go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Malik, they say to err is human, to forgive, divine. Let us lift some of the fake godhood bestowed upon you and show remind you that you are human. You will make mistakes. Even Sp – Pharaoh was human at one point, and his godhood was not given lightly.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pharaoh is divine… yet you remain as always. How can you forgive me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘They say I have a huge heart.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you’re willing to share some of it with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘You are needy, Malik. Everything that was given to you was snatched away. Now, the most precious thing is gone: your freedom. I will fight with you to get it back.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;… Forgive me, Yugi. I do not deserve this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;‘But I am offering it to you. And this should, above all else, show forgiveness. You have been a cruel victim of fate, Malik. If I can help ease that burden, I will. No one should have to bear it, and you have for too long.’&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;When I ended it, I found it dissatisfactory, but decent. Needless to say, had it not been for the tiebreaker round, I would have been ousted during this round. I am indeed grateful for those votes. Looking on the pairing, I find it intriguing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Round Five: Flippantshipping (Otogi Ryuji/Duke Devlin x Mai Kujaku/Mai Valentine)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Story: &lt;i&gt;Rejection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;One-sided, Otogi reflecting on Mai’s rejection of him. Very short.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Jounouchi loved her. Otogi knew it from the moment he saw how ardently the blonde had gone after her. He had chased her down, then had sacrificed his soul for her – Otogi would never have done that for anyone. He liked the Mouto group well enough, but… he could never claim to love like they did. His life had been filled with the hatred of his father because Mouto Sugoroku had forced him to age fifty years in one day. Yugi had taught him kindness… but he could never become one of them. He could never trust as they did, never forgive as easily. It seemed as if he was accepted in their group… but he often wondered if he accepted them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Kujaku Mai was the same. He knew that; she had said it herself when she dueled Jounouchi in Industrial Illusions. She could never become one of them, even though they "accepted" her. She had harbored the hate and rage that he had. After all, was she not a blackjack dealer – and by grace, a prostitute – aboard that unknown cruise ship all those years ago? He had a past. So did she. They were identical.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;So then, what was the problem? Why, when he had approached her, had she told him no? Was it that she already had her eye on someone else? Jounouchi, perhaps, or even that motorcycle freak Varon? Was it that she thought that Shizuka might love him, and didn't want to a hurt someone she truly cared for? Was it that she saw through him, and knew all he wanted was sex?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I was &lt;i&gt;extremely &lt;/i&gt;proud of my story. It’s definitely one of my best ones. Though it was very short, I think it got the point across well. Now, I rather like the idea that he’s attracted to her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Round Six: Sideshipping (Anzu Mazaki/Téa Gardner x Shizuka Kawai/Serenity Wheeler)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Story: &lt;i&gt;Goodnight Moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;One-sided on Shizuka’s part, set after Grand Prix. She thinks about the night they kissed, and tries to move on from the ‘moon’.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;She looked back on the scenery almost longingly one more time. The couple had long since ascended up the hill and out of sight, the skiers had returned to their rooms. The children had ran inside to their mothers, who were no doubt feeding them the same sticky drink that she herself held. And the moon…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“Gomen, Honda-kun,” she said, turning to face him and putting her arm on his. “And thank you, for caring so much.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He blushed, and guided her inside. “I’m here for you, Shizuka.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“I know you are.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The moon had moved on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;liked &lt;/i&gt;this one. It’s my first shojou-ai, and I’m very proud of it, looking back. Perhaps it could have been better, but, as I’m still sorta o_O at this pairing, I think it’s good enough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Round Seven: Deathshipping (Yami no Malik x Ryou Bakura)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Story: &lt;i&gt;Particular Madness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Set during Battle City in Ryou’s POV. Hints of tender; he receives a mirror and suffers the consequences.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He opens him mouth to scream at me, but it is too late. I hurl the object onto my knee, and it shatters into hundreds of pieces. The shadows come and swallow of the shards of this particular madness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel a tug at my mental link, something that has been dusty for an age. It was a tug that said, &lt;/i&gt;Nice job,&lt;i&gt; while saying, &lt;/i&gt;Don’t get cocky.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And somehow, it also said, &lt;/i&gt;I’ll be back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;For a long time, all I saw was a blackness in neither Shadow nor dark.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;But one day… I’m sure I’ll see something more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hands down, my best one. I sorta like the pairing, but I’m more of an angstshipping fan. But anywhoosle, definitely caused a rift, ending in a tie between me and Shadow for this round. It even landed on Compy’s favourites. ^^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Round Eight: Chuteshipping (Pharaoh Atemu x Kisara)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Story: (so-far untitled)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;A really crazy multipairing fic, set in both AE and sometime in the present, flashing between 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; to 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; and back to 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; POVs, including some surprising people’s. It’s… really a challenge to write, I have to admit. It’s due the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; for me, and while I have an outline and have started it’s &lt;i&gt;tough&lt;/i&gt;. I don’t think we’re allowed to post excerpts or anything, so I won’t. ^^ In this round, I’ll be butting heads with Carry On and Shadow over Egypt, and I’m &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;going down without a fight. Even if I’m in the finale, I am determined to give it more than my all, no matter how much I love them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;And that’s it, really. I’ll be updating on how it goes. ^^&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>I AM REALLY PISSED.</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T23:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T23:16:42Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Note: I'm... going to be swearing in this. Just an FYI.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOT BEEN THIS&amp;nbsp;FUCKING PISSED&amp;nbsp;IN A LONG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I posted a chapter to my story, "The Forgotten". This is a non-shonen-ai story about how everyone forgets Yami except for Yugi (after the former leaves) and how Yugi tries to get everyone to remember/cope. I got a review saying thus: &lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The mega-doucebag's review..."&gt;If you even so much as HINT that this is a boyxboy, I will surely make sure that you get a reality check. Although people may be like that, it does not mean that Yugi and Atem are that way. Please keep your feelings to yourself, and not state things that are false. Believe me, I can see the truth in many a story with a single glance, and THEY ARE NOT LIKE THAT! They are BEST FRIENDS! How could they not be? Atem was like Yugi's older brother, not... that! so suggest it, and I'll do this again, regardless of whether you want flames or not. I will drive it into everyone's skulls in what ever I find. Kapeash?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;PISSED&amp;nbsp;I CAN'T EVEN BEING TO DESCRIBE IT. Here's the rant I just wrote for my profile/LJ!:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="My pissed-off response"&gt;JANUARY 30: I got a review on The Forgotten that I find extremely insulting. It's not even a flame, it's truly the most pathetic thing I've read in my life, but I am offended that this person -- who left me NO way to contact her/him, reducing me to rant here as well as in the next chapter -- has the AUDACITY to tell me what s/he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I don't know who you think you are, and I don't CARE who you really are, but you have some balls trying to impose your beliefs on me in such a pretenscious way. First of all, I don't CARE if you're anti-yaoi, I don't CARE if you're against puzzleshipping specifically. I understand that there are people who are offended by gay pairings -- I am fine with that. But I do NOT appriciate being "told off" for "hinting" at that pairing. First off, if it WAS a shonen-ai story, I WOULD HAVE SAID SO. (IT IS OBVIOUSLY NOT.) I always tells my readers if I put in any graphic, violent, or homosexual themes. Secondly, if it was a shonen-ai story, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ IT. That is your choice. However, telling me not to write what I desire to, and telling me that you're going to go around and tell others not to do the same thing is IMPOSING YOUR BELIEFS ON OTHERS. STOP IT. Writing on fanfiction.net isn't censored, you have no right to go around telling people what they want to read or right. Who do you think you are? Also, it's called FAN FICTION. That means we the fans can MAKE UP SENARIOS that NEVER HAPPEN in the real stories, and they DON'T have to be cannon. I have not been this annoyed in a really long time. You have some nerve telling me off for a) something I didn't do (The Forgotten is NOT a shonen-ai!!!), b) trying to force me to give up writing something I love (puzzleshipping is one of my favourite pairings) and c) impose your personal beliefs on me and others. The worst part is, I have no way to tell you this to your face. I am reduced to calling you a&amp;nbsp;fucking douchebag, because that's what you are. Who the&amp;nbsp;FUCK do you think you are?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I offended anyone with that mega-rant, I apologize, but I am&amp;nbsp;pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS PERSON'S NERVE. Yeah, I can understand if you're criticzing my writing style (BUT A REAL CRITIQUE, NOT JUST "THIZ SUXXX BALLZZZ"), but THE STORY'S NOT EVEN SHONEN-AI!!!! AND THIS PERSON HAS NO&amp;nbsp;FUCKING RIGHT TO TRY AND IMPOSE HIS/HER BELIEFS ON ME, OR TRY TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO, OR ANY OF THIS SHIT!!! IT'S NOT EVEN A REAL FLAME!!! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I think I'm done.</content>
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    <title>Yolla.</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T18:17:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T18:18:31Z</updated>
    <category term="ygo"/>
    <category term="lotr 2"/>
    <category term="hikaridaeron"/>
    <lj:music>LotR music!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Don't ask me why I decided to get one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll tell you anyway -- it was to read the uncensored version of &lt;em&gt;Something Wicked This Way Comes&lt;/em&gt;. xD Go Death Note!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe every now and then I'll use my LJ. ^^ If Shadow over Egypt (Shadow of Egypt here) has anything to say about it, she'll probably MAKE me use it more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those of you who might know me, my name's Hikari Daeron, or 'Kari for short. Come and attack me at any random moment, I am totally cool with that. ^^ The fandom I'm most involved in is Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I am also a GX (DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK, IT WAS OUT OF CURIOSITY AND THEN&amp;nbsp;I FELL IN LOVE), Inuyasha, Hana-Kimi, Death Note,&amp;nbsp;and Ouran fangirl (those are the major ones, anyway). Back to YGO -- this'll summarize most things... (stolen from Shadow, my 'ai-chan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Who is your favorite Yu-Gi-Oh! character(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SETO KAIBA. Followed extremely closely by Bakura/Marik (the hikari). Ummm... I love most of the characters, though.&amp;nbsp;Yami, Jounouchi/Joey, Yugi, Mokuba.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your favorite pairing? (If any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Prideshipping/puzzleshipping, DUH. By far the best. I'm open to most pairings but those are the best ones! Oh wait... I love thiefshipping too. And angst is behind that. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Are you a Yu-Gi-Oh! yaoi or hentai fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*grins* Maaaaaaaybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Ever cosplayed Yu-Gi-Oh! characters? If so, who, where and how many times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*cries* No, but I want too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. List your collection of Yu-Gi-Oh! junk and merchendise, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hehehehehehehe... I have hundreds of cards (and spend even more money every time I go to Target), the movie, a lotttttt of manga, three little figurines (Dark Magician, Dark Magicianm Girl, Magical Hats -- they were a birthday present!), Music To Duel By soundtrack, YGO The Movie soundtrack, Duel Vocal Best, ummmmm... posters from Shonen Jump. And I think that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have you ever felt that you were destined to be with a YGO character? If so who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*grins* Weellllll... *laughs* Before I became an ardent prideshipper, I felt that Seto Kaiba and I were meant to be. I still feel that way *laughs* except that he and Yami are LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Puzzleshipping (Yami Yuugi x Yuugi) or Prideshipping (Seto x Yami Yuugi)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*stutters* Wh-wha-WHAT?!?! YOU WANT ME TO CHOOSE BETWEEN MY WO FAVOURITE PAIRINGS?!!?!?!??!!?!?! *sobs* N-no... *cries in corner like Tamaki -- whoops, wrong fandom. ^^'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Silentshipping (Seto x Shizuka / Serenity) or Azureshipping (Seto x Anzu)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEW DIE SILENT DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cough* Ahem... Personally I can't see Seto with any girls ('cept me, of course. xD) If I HAD to choose, azure, I guess, but EWWW, I hate both... *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are you pro-Seto or anti-Seto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... *gives LOOK* If you haven't figured this out by now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Have you seen all YGO episodes so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hehehehehehe yes I have!! What do you mean, 'so far'? I've seen them ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Have you read all the chapters so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... *sobs* So here's my story! I have 1-7, and I'm working on Duelist and have 1-19 -- or I THOUGHT I had 1-19. Apparently, I never bought 16-17... I don't know HOW this happened... and I don't have any Millennium World ones, though I've read half of it... *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Sub or dub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ack. For the actual cannon-ness/themes, subbbbbbb. But the dub is hilarious, and sticks a bunch of stuff there that we love, and without it, no Abridged Series, which would mean that I would DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Pro-Anzu / Tea or Anti-Anzu / Tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like Anzu, but I don't like -- not hate, but don't like -- Tea. They've radically changed her in the dub, which makes me mad. But overall, she's not a bad character. In the manga, she's the first to realize that Yami's going to leave, and in the sub she says some pretty profound things about friendship -- not just full-on ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Joey / Jounouchi = annoying or funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love Jou *my compromise between Joey/Jounouchi*!!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Bakura = sexy beast or freaking scary idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hehehehehehe, both. I love him so much!!! Writing him's a riot, because on one hand you can scare the crap out of everyone, on the other, you can make him totally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Which character would be the best crossdresser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Damn,&amp;nbsp;YGO is full of bishies. Yami, I think, would probably be the best, or perhaps Marik with his, "Foolish fools! There are no women in YGO! There are only extremely girlie men! And I am the girliest of them all!" "Keep telling yourself that." xD If you don't know, I quote TAS at every possible interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Yami Marik = yay or nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*muffled laugh* Ahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you like YGO fanfics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you write YGO fanfics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Do your parents know any YGO characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA YES. My dad took me to see the movie on my 13th birthday, and I often go all ranty-excitedness on him. My mother... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Have you watched the YGO Abridged Series?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... Haven't you guessed by now? "DUEL DISK SYSTEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *trademark*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Have you ever got someone else hooked on YGO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hmmmmmm... I sorta got my friend into understanding it, but not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Have you ever been drawing YGO in school and have someone randomly say "WOAH! you like YGO too!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I can't drawn... *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Have you ever been in class drawing YGO and the teachercomes up to you and says "wtf is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... *cries* No, I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Has YGO affected your school life and grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &amp;lt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Are you broke thanks to YGO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaaybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Do you draw YGO fanart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Do you have a YGO OC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Er -- yes, but I don't use her so much anymore. She's from me "LYKELOLOLOLZZZZZYGOGUYZZZZ" days.&lt;br /&gt;(Note: I've never had "LYKELOLOLOLZZZZZYGOGUYZZZZ" days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Looking back at some of your answers,do you think YGO has taken over your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do I really need to look back to answer? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm busy watching LotR 2, so I'm off!!!</content>
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