duminică, 27 iulie 2008

Grand Theft Auto IV pe PC

Citez site`ul PixelRage.ro:

"Grand Theft Auto IV pe PC toamna aceasta?"


"Un mic zvon menit să încălzească sufletele fanilor bătrânului PC s-a iţit recent în hăţişul netului, mai precis pe jeuxpo.com. Les collegues français afirmă că aparent GTA IV este pe bune în dezvoltare pentru PC şi ar fi şanse să fie lansat pe undeva prin octombrie, anul acesta. Not bad!


Din păcate această informaţie rămâne la capitolul zvonuri şî trebuie tratată ca atare. Totuşi, there might be hope, after all. Tot ceea ce ne mai rămâne de făcut este să aşteptăm „the big announce” sau „the confirmation” din partea Rockstar. One day... that is..."



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Frate...mai stati pe bara...mereu a durat cate 1 an si jumatate sa apara si pe pc....GTA vice city?...1 an si jumatate....GTA San Andreas?...la fel...



DAR!!
O sa continuam sa ne excitam cu filmuletele facute de playeri X-box si PS3 (spoilers XD...)


sâmbătă, 26 iulie 2008

Thy Holy Sandwich

Twas once a time where the kings walked, the knights fought, the dragons slayed, the priest would pray, the hearts were torn, and there were girls being girlish.

Twas once a land where there was a girl, that knew a prince, that had an enemy, who was wicked, who had a friend, twas the princes brother, that had 2 daughters, but no lover.

Twas once a mind filled with greed, filled with lust, filled with need, had so much hatred towards the prince, and had so much passion for the whore, the whore who loved the prince.

Twas once a heart filled with love, filled with hope, hooked on drugs, hooked on blood, hooked on the prince, hooked on truly the brother of the prince.

Twas once a sword that belonged to a brother, a brother who spoke to no other, who’s skills could be rivaled by no other, who’s beauty loved by every other, who cared for his daughter who had no mother.

Twas once a flower picked by a girl, who hated no one, cared most but some, played with more then one, who had a secret, a secret of a sandwich.

And here we begin the tale of the sandwich, the tale of a food, the tale of a curse, the tale of blood, the tale of idiots.

Kagome gasps, “Wow I’ve never seen a bigger as-“

Inuyasha snorts, “As if. Yes you have. Stop lying Girl! I swear you’ll be the end of me.”

Sango glares, “Hey you little bastards, what are you doing playing with some donkey?”

Miroku smirks, “Yeah. Which donkey Sango? I see a jackas-“

Somewhere at the same time...

Naraku announces proudly, “As a token of my gratitude, I shall get you your prized possession.”

As Kikyo walked away Naraku mumbled, “My! What a fine as-“

Out in the hallway...

Kikyo growls, “Ass! How dare he order me around! I swear as soon as I find my as-“

Somewhere on a green hill, in castle, to the right...

Jaken states, “Asthma. They say the girl has asthma.”

Sesshoumaru frowns, “Are you sure?”

A nod.

Sess sighs, “Then we have to leave her here at the castle so that I may as-“

Somewhere in the same building...

Rin clears her throat, “As I was saying before, if you want a piece of candy ask Ah-Un.”

They just stared at her. She stared back, “Can I tell you a secret?”

They just stare.

Rin narrows her eyes, “Ok. But you must tell no one.”

She reaches under her bed, pulled out a golden treasure box that just happened to be the size of her shoe, and opened it. There in the box...was a sandwich.

A sandwich that would bring death, destruction, and many other...things.

Back to Inuyasha’s group...

Inuyasha waves his hand around while saying, “So...you’re hungry, I’m hungry, and Miroku and Sango are hungry. So why don’t we just go and get some food?”

Kagome leans towards him, “Because it’s not safe.”

Inuyasha raises and eyebrow, “My kitchen aint safe?”

Kagome shakes her head, “It’s not.”

Inuyasha snorts, “What are you some kind of a witch?”

Miroku sighs in boredom, “Well you should know. By the way how’s my dog?”

Sango looks around taking mild interest in their surroundings, “Which one? The one we let Inu take care of, or Inu?”

Inuyasha snaps, “Hey shut up! I’m not a dog. I’m a puppy. Sniffle

Kagome starts loosing her patience and yells, “Inuyasha just answer their question!”

Inuyasha stares at her but eventually answers, “Ok, so it’s like this. As soon as you guys left for the weekend, your dog started humping everything in sight! It went from my leg, to my arm, to my couch, to Kagome’s cat, to my table, to my bed, to my head, to my food, to even a bunch of ants.”

Miroku sniffs now in defensive mode, “I can’t help it if my dog has sexual appetites.”

Sango suddenly wonders aloud, “Wait a second. Where’s my sandwich?”

Inuyasha looks at her in question but after a few minutes finally understands what she’s talking about and answers, “Oh that? Your dog humped it. So I threw it as far as I could.”

Sango growled in anger, “Damn dog. Sexual appetites my ass.”

Naraku’s voice is now heard, “Ass indeed.”

Sango turns around all dramatically, you know, all slow mow and junk.

Sango gasps and smiles, “Naraku!”

Naraku grins, “Sango!”

They run to each other all lovingly, set with the whole beach scene, with them somehow in bathing suits, hair flying back and all. They reach each other and finally embrace.

Sango sighs in content, “Oh how I’ve missed you!”

Naraku laughs, “And oh how I’ve missed you and your amazing bed skills!”

Sango adds in, “And your body!”

Naraku does his own add in, “And your moans!”

Sango giggles, “And your hands!”

Naraku chuckles, “And your ass!”

Kikyo jumps in between them and shoves them apart, “All right break it up you shit heads. You’re making me sick.”

She gags just to emphasize her point.

Naraku narrows his eyes and whispers, “Kikyo... What can you be thinking?”

Kikyo keeps glaring at him and says aloud, “Naraku...what can you be thinking?”

They keep glaring at each other until...

Sesshoumaru’s voice makes an entrance, “What the hell is going on?”

Inuyasha smiles and yells in his gay happiness, “Sess!”

Sesshoumaru turns around all dramatically like Sango did with the slow mow. And Inuyasha is all running towards him like Naraku did with the beach background and sappy music.

Inuyasha grins, “Sess!”

Sesshoumaru smirks, “Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha spreads his arms wide, Sess lifts his arm, they finally meet, and Sesshoumaru slaps him.

Inuyasha frowns and rubs his cheek as he whimpers out, “Hey! That’s not a nice way to greet your brother.”

Sesshoumaru looks bored and replies, “That’s half brother and I told you never to hug me.”

Kouga suddenly walks up to them and says, “What’s up with all the reunions?”

Naraku does a little smile, “Kouga. What’s up with you?”

Kagome has a confused expression on, “Yeah, we haven’t seen you in a while.”

Miroku grins and slaps his back, “You found a different girl?”

Kouga shakes his head, “Nope. I’m on a mission.”

Sango looks interested, “What kinda mission?”

Kouga looks proud for some unknown reason, “I got a special report saying that about a handful of villages are being destroyed by tons of demons all because of a sandwich.”

Sesshoumaru’s eye twitched, “A sandwich.”

Kouga nods, “Yeah. Strange huh?”

Naraku looks off to some far off and maybe non-existent lands, “My god. What’s so great about a sandwich?”

Kouga takes on a serious face, “They say it was a sandwich of a god. And if you eat it you will become the strongest man in the world.”

Inuyasha scratches his chin, “Really...hmmm...I shall go and find it.”

Kagome runs to his side and says dramatically, “And I’ll go with you.”

Miroku walks calmly to her cheerfully, “And I’ll come too.”

Naraku jumps on a rock and yells, “I will be the one to find the sandwich!”

Sango holds Naraku’s hand and bats her eyelashes at him, “And you know I’m on your side Naraku.”

She cuddles up to him.

Kikyo folds her arms across her chest and scowls, “This is a bunch of crap. I’m out of here.”

Inuyasha raises an arm to stop her, “Wait. Kikyo!”

She turns around, “What?”

Inuyasha smiles warmly at her “Join me.”

She just shrugs and goes to his side but then realizes something, “Wait. What about you Sesshoumaru?”

Sess shrugs, “Well. I will see about this...sandwich. It sounds like bullshit. But I guess I’ll search too.”

Kikyo suddenly seems hopeful, “Can I join you?”

She runs to his side and holds his hand.

He runs his hand through his hair and says, “Yeah sure. Whatever.”

They hear a child laugh and they all turn their heads.

Rin is there and giggling, “Daddy!”

She runs to Sess and hugs him, “Daddy! Tell Ah-Un to give me my sandwich back!”

Sess’s eyes go wide in shock, “What! A sandwich!”

Rin nods enthusiastically, “Yeah I found it.”

They all exchange glances and dive for Ah-un.

2 weeks later...

Sess’s kingdom, Naraku’s kingdom, and Inuyasha’s kingdom are all in war against each other.

Sesshoumaru is yelling outside his window, “Inuyasha! Father always gave you what you wanted. So stop being greedy and let me have the damn sandwich!”

Inuyasha is also yelling out of his window, “No way! I want to be the most powerful guy in the world!”

Naraku...is another one yelling out of his own window, “Oh Sango! That’s the spot. Right there!”

Everybody goes silent. They all leave their windows mumbling something about sickos needing to close their window if they’re going to be doin stuff.

2 more weeks later...

All the kingdoms are about to be in battle.

Sesshoumaru turns to Inuyasha, “So Inuyasha, you would dare to fight your brother.”

Inuyasha whimpers, “No. Please Sesshoumaru. Just give up. I don’t want to kill you.”

Sess laughs, “You kill me? Don’t make me laugh.”

Naraku says his own thing, “Oh Sango! Yeah baby! Yeah!”

Miroku makes a face of amazement, “Oh MY GOD! How can they be doin it in the battlefield.”

Kagome shakes her head in disbelief, “It’s just not right!”

Kouga comes up with an idea, “Quick! Let’s kill them first before we throw up and can no longer fight!”

The whole group agrees. So the lovers die in each other’s arms.

Kikyo says in her own sarcastic way, “Oh how touching. Not.”

So everyone engages in battle and the only ones left are:

Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru

Inuyasha slices Sesshoumaru’s arm off.

Sesshoumaru frowns, “Man that wasn’t right.”

Inuyasha seems really guilty, “I know. Sorry man.”

Sesshoumaru smiles, “No it’s cool.”

So Sesshoumaru stabs his sword through Inu’s chest.

Sess kisses his hand and then touches it to Inuyasha’s forehead, “Good -bye dear brother.”

Inuyasha gives a weak grin, “You...called me brother.”

Sesshoumaru blinks, “Indeed I did.”

Inuyasha nods then a thought comes to his head, “What ever happened to the sandwich anyway?”

Rin runs towards them and says, “Uncle Inu, Daddy! That sandwich was great! Too bad you didn’t have some.”

And the brothers go silent. They look at each other and start laughing. Years later the brothers joined kingdoms and even later Sesshoumaru betrayed Inuyasha and killed him. Sesshoumaru lived a happy life and lasted all the way till the time of Kagome’s reincarnation, where they got married and had a son who just happened to be the reincarnation of Inuyasha. They lived happily ever after, that is until the reincarnation of Rin found another sandwich...

But that is a whole different tale.

Fin

Autor note: moloz.

joi, 24 iulie 2008

Last Chapter of Sesshoumaru - Feudal Fluffy Tale (chapter 14)

Sesshoumaru: A Feudal Fluffytale

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Day 14: Entry 241

Campbell’s Chicken Noodle – possibilities……

Day 14: Entry 242

I’m at the abandoned warehouse by the docks and I’ve got Naraku tied up in a chair, with a single ceiling light spotlighting him like a suspect on Law and Order. X3

The beginning music of that show makes me think of the weather channel. .

Day 14: Entry 243

“Spill your guts about the shampoo, or else I will spill them for you.” I said.

“Do you really think you’ve gotten me so easy, Sesshomaru? I have summoned demons and they’ll be surrounding the building in a manner of seconds, waiting for my signal to tear the building and you apart. As we speak, Kagura and Kanna are getting into position for escape tactic code: “Dock warehouse”. And Inuyasha’s team is hot on our trail and will soon create so much ruckus that I will have more then enough opportunity to escape!”

Day 14: Entry 244

“Actually, Naraku. I already paid those demons off with crack cocaine. And I paid Kagura and Kanna off the same way since they are whores. I paid Kagome cocaine too cause she’s a school girl whore. Her deal is to lead the others around on a jewel shard hunt and convince her low IQ friends that you got away again.”

The rafters creaked as the wind blew outside.

“Oh.” Naraku said. “Well in that case, I’m screwed.”

Day 14: Entry 245

Muwahahaha. Got this snowflake right where I want em’.

“Are you going to sit there and make idol threats, or are you going to tell me where you hid the shampoo?”

“Go ahead whip me, beat me, make me bleed, you’ll never get me to sing!1!”

Tch. He’d like that wouldn’t he?

Kinky-sex-lovin’ Freak.

Day 14: Entry 246

“Rin! Bring me the keys.”

Rin came skipping over with the keys on the magic eight ball key chain. The damn thing doesn’t even work well. TT You shake it, and the message dice lands on its edge. Gay.

Day 14: Entry 247

“Have fun, Sesshoumaru-sama! Rin will go get some ice cream!”

“No ice cream till you finish your cigarettes, Rin!”

I am SUCH a good parent.

Day 14: Entry 248

“Where’s the shampoo, Naraku?”

Hey, that rhymed. O.o

Naraku just glared at me and said, “Your mama.”

The rafters above moaned in anguish as several of my lovely brain cells died.

Day 14: Entry 249

What are the keys for you might ask?

Well they are for opening the trunk of evil torture devices.

…..

Hopefully you asked, or else how would the story have moved along?

Whether or not you asked, I opened the trunk anyway – so there.

Day 16: Entry 250

Okay, it’s been 36 hours since my last entry.

I had Jaken set up three televisions and hook up 3 VCRs. I timed him too, the longer it took, the longer I would repeatedly kill him and bring him back to life later with my swords.

Anyway, since then, Naraku has been forced to continuously watch the movies Glitter, Herbie Fully Loaded, and Son of the Mask. These three movies by themselves make even rin want to slit her wrists, but when played at the same time, they are a tri-factor from hell.

He has one of those things on his head that force his eyes to stay open, so Jaken has to go in there and put eye drops in his eyes every few minutes or so.

Using a pair of headphones and a good stereo system, Naraku has also been forced to continuously listen to Celine Dion’s greatest hits.

And if that isn’t bad enough, he is also being fed a mixture of Red Bull and mouthwash three times a day. We never really stopped to consider whether or not Naraku has bowel movements. Although if he did, he more then likely would have taken a dump on Inuyasha’s face a long time ago…

Rin has been giving him a manicure and petacure, and now she’s getting ready to paint his nails. I’m not really sure how this is supposed to help, but it keeps her occupied.

Day 16: Entry 251

After 40 hours I checked up on him. I paused the movies, turned off the sterio, and Rin put away her Nail varnish.

Tcha. He had drool running down his chin.

Funny, yet disgusting.

At least he’s emotionally drained.

I asked him if he had had enough, “Are you ready to tell me where the shampoo is or do you need more time to think with-“ I help up a CD, “- Barbara Streisand?”

Naraku gurgled and spasmed.

I wasn’t sure what the hell that meant.

“Blink once yes, blink twice no.”

He blinked once of course. Not even that Kagome chick can handle Barbara Streisand.

Day 16: Entry 252

I turned off the movies and read my astrology sign while waiting for Naraku to regain his motor skills.

“Leo will have to make a difficult decision today.”

….that’s really retarded. Who writes this shit?

Day 16: Entry 253

Naraku coughed and moaned, “Lobster bisque.”

I guessed that meant he was ready to spill his guts about the shampoo.

Rin poured a bottle of water on his head.

“Alright, alright! That’s enough!” Naraku barked.

She stopped pouring then looked at the water bottle. “Oops. Gotta go refill it.” And she skipped away.

Day 16: Entry 254

“Well, then. The shampoo.”

Naraku managed a weak laugh that he still tried to make sound evil. “Even if I tell you where it is, you’ll never be able to get it.”

“That’s fine. I’m sure that another three days with the directors cut of Brokeback Mountain, you’ll get around to telling that too.”

“NO! AnyTHiNg BUT that! I’ll TELL YOU EVERYTHING!111”

Day 17: Entry 255

Who’d of known the shampoo was hidden there? O.o

My hair looks and feels more fabulous then it has felt in days.

Don’t tell anyone else I wrote this but…..

……

I’m a happy Shesshy.

Yus I am! Teehee!

Tell anyone I wrote that, and I’ll clean your clock….

And it won’t be cleaned with pine sol or anything fresh like that.

Day 17: Entry 256

With Inuyasha and his possy gone, my shampoo in it’s rightful place, and Naraku properly dispensed of in a trash pit somewhere, we can go on vacation to Osaka.

I have no idea what’s in Osaka. I just picked some random city name that popped into my head. I don’t even know if Osaka has even been named “Osaka” yet. Whatever.

Day 17: Entry 257

“Sesshoumaru-sama! Come quick! You’ve got to see this!”

Ho shit, don’t tell me you’ve started your period. TT

I don’t think I’m ready.

Day 16: Entry 258

Good news – she didn’t start her period.

However…

“Look, Sesshoumaru-sama! Kittens! Captain Fluffy pants had kittens! Rin is a grand-mommy!”

Day 17: Entry 259

O.o wtf?

Day 17: Entry 260

“I’ll call you Funken Wagnells; cause you’re so adorable!”

THAT CAT IS A BOY! O.O

“…..I’ll call you Happy Mc Funbags; I’ll call you Chopin Chopadopolis, I’ll call you Whippet Shmoo; I’ll call you Tippe-kyo-kya …..”

THAT CAT IS A BOY! O.O WTF?

I’m frightened right now. .

I’m just going to end the journal now. O.o

But if you didn’t already know…

I’m the prettiest character here. . ;;;

Fin

miercuri, 23 iulie 2008

I`m glad I crashed the wedding

The nightmare was real. Sesshomaru stood at the edge of a cliff as the light wind lifted his silver hair, although he paid no attention to it, being deep in thought as usual.


Rin was now sixteen, and engaged to Kohaku. He had been expecting Kohaku to ask for his permission to marry his ward for some time, but that didn't make him prepared for it. He was unable to think of a single excuse that was acceptable, and grudgingly said yes.

Now she would be leaving him. Kohaku had said they would be moving far west after their marriage. Again, Sesshomaru was unable to think of a reason why he could follow.

He couldn't believe his sweet little girl was grown up and getting married so soon.

But then, he couldn't believe he was in love with her either, as he had discovered - or admitted - three months after Kohaku appeared. He was an upper class citizen, and Rin was lower class. Society would frown upon the match, but he had never sought their good opinion.

His mother, on the other hand... it was unheard of. No son of hers would be involved with any lower class citizen, as she had the courtisy to tell him not long before Kohaku approached him. Another reason for him not to tell him no. He didn't know why he was so opposed to the match for a long time. Every logical reason was in its favor.

Noises of church bells came to his ears. They were starting the ceremony. Rin made sure he was invited, but he said he would be too busy to come.

Of course he could think of an excuse for that no problem.

It would be outside, so he could watch from a hilltop, if he wanted. From there, he would have more chance of seeing the bride than through all the guests, and less chance of doing anything to the groom.

He could hear the pastor beginning the ceremony.

...

How he hated that boy Kohaku.

Before The Wedding

Rin bit her lip to hold back tears as her friends Ami and Honoka helped her into her wedding dress. As she looked in the mirror with blurred vision, she barely recognised her reflection.

This can't be happening! she told herself, unable to stop a runaway tear from cascading down her face. She looked at her smiling friends to see if they had noticed.

Ami mistook it as a tear of happiness. "Rin, you have no idea how lucky you are," she said, always one for giving her opinion. "You have a rich, upper class guardian, you live with everything you ever wanted, you're getting married at sixteen, and to the handsomest man on the planet!"

"In your opinion," Honoka added. Ami took no notice.

"You have no idea what I would give to marry someone," she continued. "Even if he is as poor as..." she trailed off, suddenly realizing what she was saying.

Rin gave a sob and rushed to a sink. It was true, she was well aware. Kohaku was almost penniless. Her new life with him would be a complete contrast with the one she had lived with Sesshomaru - her Sesshomaru - for the past nine years. No more servants at her command, no more wardrobes of kimonos... not that she minded their loss, but at the thought of moving west and far away from her home with him, for a different life... how would she bear it?

Ami just didn't understand. With her it was all fashion, fashion, fashion. Even Honoka was happy for her, although sad she would be leaving.

Why couldn't she tell anyone? Why was she incapable of saying she was in love with her guardian, even to herself?

She knew the answer was because of society. An upper class citizen and a lower class citizen. They were completly different. And she knew he would never - could never - feel the same way.

Rin opened her eyes when she felt a cool hand lifting hers. Honoka was removing the silver engagement band from her finger.

"It's almost time," she said solomnly, her eyes shining with the happiness Rin could not feel.

Why did this day ever have to come?

The thought of leaving Sesshomaru... never to return to him...

Why did he want rid of her? Was he tired of seeing lower class citizens in his house? She only had three lower class maids, but he treated them like a bad smell. Perhaps she had displeased him in some way, and this was his punishment. Sesshomaru made it sound like the marriage was decided when Kohaku first appeared to him, but what if it wasn't? What if...

"Rin," Ami adjusted the white flowers in her hair.

Rin blinked to clear her eyes.

"You must be the luckiest girl on the face of the earth," she told her unhappy friend.

...

Well I don't feel like it.

I'm so rushed off my feet
Looking for Gordon Street
So much I need to say
I'm sorry that it's on her wedding day

There were hundreds of guests, he noted, listening to the minister speaking into his microphone, and all of them lower class, other than Jaken and the other middle-class friends of Inuyasha, who was so low he didn't even have a class.

Sesshomaru looked at the young girl who had appeared beside him, then turned back to the crowd.

"It must be hard for you," Jun said.

He paused too long before saying "Ridiculous."

"You know I can tell when you're lying. Why do you still do it?"

Sesshomaru snorted and ignored her.

"I wonder what you would say," she coninued, "if I told you there were explosives buried beneath all those guests."

He looked at her sharply. "You didn't..."

She nodded, holding out a small black detonator. "It's yours if you want it."

I took my girl away
From everybody gathered there that day.

Just in time

Sesshomaru swallowed hard, wondering what to do. His mother wanted the wedding to happen so maybe he would be obliged to find a "suitable" mate for himself - "I'm not getting any younger," she kept reminding him. And Rin was getting too old to live in his house - even as his ward - for society to ignore. He was not ignorant to the rumors which began before Rin's engagement. But... although every logical cell in him told him to leave the detonator in Jun's hand, it was what he wanted more than anything to crash the wedding so Rin... his Rin... wouldn't leave him... alone.

I could have been a loser kid
And ran away and hid

He stood there, undecided, for what could have been hours.

"This is for her own good," he finally said, turning back to the ceremony. Jun imitated one of his best snorts.

"You realize, of course, you're going to regret this."

"This Sesshomaru could not love someone who is a lower class citizen."

"I do," she admitted unembarrassed, as one would say the time.

"You are not higher class."

"The point is I'm not lower class."

Just then the pastor said those fateful words into his microphone. "You may kiss the bride."

Cuz she's so right for me

Sesshomaru was filled with such a rage that all he could think about was the black detonator that Jun was swinging by a hook around her finger in the most tempting way possible. Instinct kicked and before he could blink he had snatched it away from her.

Cuz I'm glad I crashed the wedding,
It's better than regretting
I could have been a loser kid,
And ran away and hid
But it's the best thing that i ever did

The explosion was deafening, and did exactly what he wanted it to. People were thrown everywhere as the ground collapsed underneath them. Kohaku forgot all about kissing the bride as he unsuccessfully attempted to maintain his balance.

Meanwhile, as soon as he pressed the button, Sesshomaru began sprinting towards the altar, leaving Jun behind, grinning. His katana found its way into his hand as he had no thought other than to stop Kohaku from taking Rin at all costs.

Kohaku was in his own green and black uniform, and immediately drew his own katana in attempt to keep his bride. Sesshomaru had the advantage, as he was prepared and not lying on the ground. He took an instant to decide where to attack the boy, and slashed at Kohaku's leading arm, stopping him from making any kind of retaliation.

Sesshomaru refused to kill him. Not in front of Rin. He did, however, slice off the finger which was bearing his plain gold wedding band.

The ring she got was lame
She couldn't take the pain
She didn't want a silly second name

Sesshomaru offered to pay for an expensive and elaborately decorated band, for Rin's benefit, but Kohaku had rudely refused, saying "I think it would mean more coming from me."

Kohaku was poor, and could barely afford a dull gold band for Rin, never mind himself, which was why Sesshomaru, as a wealthy upper class citizen, paid for all the elaborate furnishing and dressings of the service.

He was paying Kohaku to take her away.

Now he was saying no-one takes his Rin away from him.

I'm glad I crashed the wedding
It's better than regretting

Sesshomaru offered his hand to Rin and pulled her to her feet. Her white wedding veil had fallen off, and was lying in the disturbed mud. She was smiling so hard he thought her cheeks would crack.

She's glad I crashed the wedding
It's better than regretting

Sesshomaru lightly brushed some stray hairs off her face while moving his head closer to hers. Rin received his kiss with a full heart, clinging to his neck and refusing to let go.

Cuz True love lasts forever
And now were back together
As though he never met her
So walk away
She's glad I crashed the wedding.

The End...Maybe?

marți, 22 iulie 2008

"Hey guys, the end of the world is coming up!"---"yeeyyy!"

Pornind de la filmul "Apocalypto" de Mel Gibson
2012 - Pragul dintre lumi?

Vorbim de un domeniu in care informatia abundenta provine din numeroase sfere de cercetare - stiintifice, tehnice, ale prognozei - dar si sfere ale spiritualitatii - filosofice, religioase, artistice, science-fiction - sau simpla fabulatie de cafenea. Pentru ca a vorbi despre anul 2012 a devenit o moda, o cale de initiere, o noua autostrada de canalizat sperante.
Celebrul regizor Mel Gibson a inceput la sfarsitul anului trecut filmarile in Mexic pentru ecranizarea unei carti sacre a precolumbienilor mayasi: Popol Vuh. Sunt folositi actori indigeni, iar filmul este vorbit integral in limba maya. Si, fapt important, filmul se intituleaza "Apocalypto", avand legatura directa cu evenimentele despre care se crede tot mai mult ca vor avea loc in anul 2012.


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Eu zic ca ne ia dracu' pe toti ca tot stam ca niste capuse in lumea asta.

luni, 21 iulie 2008

Crap


Well, how should I put it?....lately all people come on stomping their feet because either disney left the main drawing and took the computer animated one....either it includes in their movies racism and pornographic material....like...oh my god....I watch these movies since I was 2...and look at me now....I`m not a psychopath killer and I`m not planing world domination (yeah...well)

Idiots.

my love:X...Nick Pitera



For all of you who currently ask yourselves: "what the hell is this"....This is probably the best falsetto singer in the whole world....I have no words to describe the respect I have for this person. So all of you who think otherwise....you could just go and **** yourselves or better yet...take the looney train...buh-bye!

duminică, 20 iulie 2008

Worst Shakespeare Fanfiction....EVAR~!!

Sweet creeping Christ!!!! This Hamlet-based story is so empirically evil on so many levels...where do I even start? I may have to invent a word to describe this kind of godawfulness because nothing else is working for me.

For one thing, this author wouldn't know proper Elizabethan English if it sat on his face (and come to think of it, that might qualify as the most action he's ever gotten). His verbs, vocabulary, tenses.... they're just wrong. And as if that weren't enough, the high-toned language is littered with all kinds of charming scatalogical terms.

Oph:[Allowing Laertes' stiff cock to go into her hot,moist snatch]AAAAHHHH!

Oh, and I can almost guarantee that the author acquired most, if not all, of his knowledge of the language from a Shakespearean English Magnetic Poetry Kit. I know this because the words "saucy", "tavern", and "wench" are all words included in that kit. Coincidence? I think not. In fact, most of the period-specific words in that story can be found in the Shakespearean Magnetic Poetry Kit. You make the call.

Pol:[Turning towards Ophelia]As for thou,my daughter!Thou shalt never be able to perform any other such foul deeds,for thou art not like a saucy tavern wench!

Oph:[Looking at Polonius with the look of hate in her eyes]Thou art wrong,father!For I am a woman!And I shall be treated like one--even like one who is that of a saucy tavern wench!

And do I even need to mention the pure nastiness of the incest in this little discussion????

Do you all in England feel the ground shaking? I thought so. That's William Shakespeare doing barrel rolls in his moldy old grave. I mean, my God.

sâmbătă, 19 iulie 2008

Avenue Q

ROD
It sure can get lonely at night. Nicky, you awake?
NICKY
Ah, is that a unicorn?
ROD
Ugh, he's talking in his sleep again.
NICKY
No, I'll wear the purple shoes. Hh, who painted the kitten?
ROD
Ugh, maybe I should just shake him.
NICKY
I love you, Rod
ROD
What did you say?
NICKY
I love your little laugh
ROD
Nicky? Are you awake?
NICKY
Take off your shirt
ROD
Oh Nicholas! Have you been shy all this time?


(Fantasies Come True, Avenue Q musical)

vineri, 18 iulie 2008

Tonight

He watches the firelight flicker in her large dark eyes, sees the way she looks at him with a mixture of awe and quiet, desperate loneliness, and like that, the wall of his resolve dissolves, leaving him to face the dark, ravenous monster of his demonic lust. He finds himself suddenly tired, as if he has carried the weight of the world on his shoulders for all of his long life and there has been none to ease the burden. No one to offer him succor, no one to break his solitude, no one to make the effort to try and reach out and touch him.

There is only her, tousle headed, bright eyed little girl who gazes at him like he matters. Who sees beneath his perfect façade to the flawed, imperfection that is the real him. Who, despite her youth, makes no demands of him nor holds any expectations in her acceptance of him.

He has been alone too long; has neglected his underlying need for others so long that now, when he has at last found one he prefers as a companion, his hunger knows no restraint and will accept no limitations. He can feel the demand of his body aching inside of him, like a raw wound that gives him no reprieve.

Within the dark depths of her steady gaze he sees an echo of his own hunger; but where his is dark and sordid, hers is bright and pure—like the child she is, all she wishes for is his touch, his attention, his affection. What he wants from her is so much more—the joining of bodies, the shudder and strain of passion, the heady culmination of orgasm. She deserves a gentle reverence, to be savored sweetly until the haunted look vanishes from her eyes. All he can offer is the cruel kiss of teeth and fang, the unforgiving invasion of his body in hers, the broken, brutal surrender of his vulnerability as he climaxes within her—and yet, in her innocence she turns to him to fulfill her need and he, with his own need, cannot find it within himself to deny her.

With quiet despair and guilty acceptance, he bids her crawl onto his lap.

His lips are light and delicately gentle as he kisses her small mouth. His fingers as tender and soothing as they sweep along the ridge of her collarbone, pushing her kimono off one smooth, round shoulder. His voice is soft as he murmurs wordless sounds of comfort and encouragement as he licks the tears from her cheeks. His tongue tickles her lips apart as his hand kneads the firm flesh and muscle of her upper arm and shoulder. He savors his first taste of her as his hand stills and his thumb ghosts over her pert little nipple.

With a desperate little sob, Rin throws her arms around his neck and kisses him back with ferocity, clinging to him like a starved kitten. Unbidden, a snarl of response trickles from his throat as he changes the angle of the kiss; slanting his mouth across hers as he dominates her completely. His fangs press against her lips as his tongue invades her mouth; and the sharp, metallic tang of her blood flavors the kiss as she whimpers softly. Below, his large hand completely covers the gentle swell of her young breast, squeezing until his claws sink into her skin. Rose red, bright beads of her blood rise to pearl on her skin where he has pricked her and with belated regret he realizes he has hurt her already.

Hissing with discomfort as his erection throbs painfully; he tears his mouth from hers and pushes her away. His eyes fasten on the bright, swollen pink of her lips and despite his best intentions, he finds himself immediately reaching out to bring her back. Fisting his hand until blood drips from his palm, he locks eyes with her and lets her see all the ugly, ravenous need inside his naked gaze. He shocked down to the core of his being when, with soft and loving eyes, she crawls towards him and straddles his hips with her legs. Between them, the jut of his erection pushes invasively against her pubescent flesh and there is no way she cannot be aware of what it is—yet she does not pull away but settles herself more firmly against him. Her small hands reach up to cup his cheeks and with dark eyes that are over bright with desperate longing, she presses a timid kiss against his lax lips.

“Please,” she whimpers with greedy, soul deep hunger.

“Please...” she pleads shamelessly, and he can hear all the mute cries of her lonely heart as the strength of her grip triples with anticipation of his rejection.

He lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and feels the dark stain of the sin he is about to commit settle deep into his eternal being. The thought of denying her never once crosses his mind again as he captures her chin with his fingers and licks the blood away from her bruised lips. He makes no protest as she pushes the folds of his kimono from his muscular shoulders, baring his chest. He kisses her deeply, brutally as her small hands smooth up the ridges of his abdomen and chest. He tears his mouth away as he feels her tug his obi loose and eases back, allowing her room as her small hands dip beneath his waistline. The first soft brush of her little fingers over the blood gorged tip of his erection makes the air slam from his lungs and his entire body go rigid.

With a dark, threatening growl rumbling deep in his chest, he feels those slender fingers and tiny palm try to wrap around the thickness of him. Involuntarily his spine arches, his head flung back against the tree supporting his back as she uses both of her small hands to squeeze him. A soft, muffled, sweet little whimper of entreaty slips from his lips as she pumps her hands up and down the length of him.

“Rin,” he blindly calls her name, a demand for more.

Obediently she clenches her little hands and works her grip up and down until his hips are rising to meet her down strokes. For a moment, it is all he can do to ride the raging sensations inside of him as he loses his composure, the heat of passion coloring his pale skin. With a stutter to his breathing, he slits his eyes opens and looks at her, watching the motion of her hands on his erection. It is almost too much as a fresh wave of lust, selfish and insistent, overtakes him. Yet, even amid the hunger sinking its claws into his being, the concentration on her face and the determined little twist of her mouth strike him with a pang of lust tinged affection that goes straight to his nonexistent heart. Unable to help himself, he leans over and places a quick kiss on her lips. He deepens the kiss as her hands fall away, his fingers encircling the back of one slim thigh as he drags her against him.

His grip loosens and shifts as he tangles his tongue with her little pink one. The pad of his thumb skims its way down the tender slope of her abdomen, burrowing its way between her soft nether lips, finding the swollen little bud of her clitoris. Pressing against it, he makes a greedy sound of encouragement as her slim hips jerk in response. He lets her come up for air, trailing sharp little nips along her jawline and down her throat as she pants. Against his cheek he can feel the racing pulse in her neck, and it is all that he can do to sink his teeth deep into her shoulder rather than rip out her throat. His claws make short work of her obi as, with sudden driving impatience, he seeks to bare her body completely. With a hand around her throat he holds her away from him, allowing himself a long, slow sweep of her body with his eyes.

Sweet and slender, she is build like young doe—all graceful, lean lines without the full ripeness of womanhood yet. In the firelight, her flawless skin is like polished amber and sake. The gentle curves of her breasts are like ripe peaches, firm and edible with their dusky nipples. The faint curve of her ribcage aches over the taunt plane of her young belly, and the muscles of her long limbs are hard with the endurance she has build following behind him.

She is beautiful and perfect, within and without.

The giddy, excited anticipation of filling her with his length bursts through him in lightening spirals of dark pleasure. Without preamble, he cups her buttocks in the broad span of his palm and lifts her up over him. Pressing his lips against her ear, he instructs her to take him in her hands and position the tip against her. Trembling and covered with a faint sheen of sweat, she does as he bids and gives an involuntary cry of pain and surprise as he lets the fall of her weight push the flared head of his erection inside. Tears fill her dark eyes as shock, pain, and passion glaze them over until they are slightly unfocused. Yet, her gaze remains determinedly on his face as she watches him grimace with blessed, tortured ecstasy. Her small hands grip his shoulders until the little half moons of her nails dig deep into his skin, but she makes no attempt to struggle as he eases deeper into her. A small whimper escapes her lips as the tip of his erection presses harshly against the barrier of her hymen, and she clenches her eyes shut—tears leaking from her eyes to roll down her cheeks—as he breaks through.

With a haggard breath he removes his hand and lets gravity pull her down, inch by inch; her young body stretching so very tight around him as it strains to take all of his thick, long erection in. Under the touch of his palm, he can feel the shivering tension of her small form, and he is not surprised to hear her give a hiccupping sob as hot moisture anoints his erection inside of her, the musk of arousal tainted with the sweet spice of blood. Agony and pleasure pulse through his being in waves as the clench of her tiny sex around his large one makes him acutely aware of the surge of his own blood within his body. Every muscle in his body hardens to a rigid, quivering mass as she slides yet lower onto him.

Her fingernails claw at his shoulders as she begins to struggle against the invasive pain, her tears flowing freely as sobs clog in her throat. His own unsteady exhale comes out tinged with a whimper—but neither of them make a move alleviate the pain as she clings to him and he holds her captive in his embrace. He drops his forehead to rest against hers, his eyes falling shut as he listens to her ragged sobs and feels the shivering tremors of her body.

The razor edged urge to move within her cuts through him like a knife; he grits his teeth against the raging demand of his body as he fights a silent, desperate battle to give her even a few, precious more moments to adjust to his size. Like scaling a slope of glass, he feels his self control slip bit by bit despite his best efforts. He gives a choked, stifled cry of regret as he loses the struggle against himself.

In a flash, he finds himself pressing her into the ground, his weight bearing down on her as he pushes himself farther into her tight passage. He lets out a guttural grunt as the brutal thrust of his hips meets unyielding resistance at last. Blind to all but the hot fist of her sex around his thick, throbbing, aching erection, he does not feel the scrape of her nails as she claws frantically at his chest, does not hear the helpless, whimpering sobs she gives as blood seeps from between her legs. He barely feels the curl of her toes as her feet press into the hard roundness of his buttocks, her thighs parted wide for the invasion of his hips. Again and again he slams into her, taking her with single minded violence as he fucks her with all of his inhuman strength.

With a rotation of his hips, he corkscrews himself into her, and is rewarded by a sweet little whimper from her that is not from just pain. Her small hands fist against his chest as he does it again and the grip of her toes kneads his buttocks as her toes curl involuntarily. Dragging her hips towards him, he changes the angle until he is sliding against the sensitive spot inside of her and the press of his hips grinds against her clit. He feels the changes within her body as her sex goes wet, the abused muscles of her tight sheath relaxing ever so slightly.

In between the sounds of his flesh smacking against hers, the wretched cries of her sobs quiet to helpless little whimpers that are like the lost, pleading bleats of a lamb. Faster and harder he takes her, allowing her no quarter as he works himself towards his peak—and yet, with timid little jerks, her hips began to rock with his. Her entire body shivers beneath him, the tips of her little nipples hardening against his chest as her breasts slide against his pectorals.

He is dimly aware of her arms encircling him, her little hands gripping his back with bruising force as she tries to match his frantic pace. Instinctively, without conscious thought, he slows marginally and falls into sync with her movements. Mindlessly his hips piston down to meet hers as he feels the thick, tingling, blackout of his climax begin to fog over his mind. His entire existence narrows down to the warm slide of her little body against his, the hot, wet clench of her sex around him, the tight prick of her nails in his back muscles, the sharp, sweet musk of her in his nostrils, the salty tang of her blood on his tongue, her breathless cries of pain and pleasure as he holds back none of his strength.

The star bright burst of fresh pain as she bites him registers a mere heartbeat before the coiling muscles of her sheath clamp down on him in rippling spasms. Agony dances through him as the grip of her sex becomes just this side of too much—and he walks the razor edge of pleasure and pain as his hearing fuzzes over with static and his vision goes dark. All he can sense is the hot rush of her blood beneath her skin as with a shudder his body spears itself completely inside of her and goes still, letting the tsunami of his climax roll over him.

With deadly ease the pleasure sucks him under, tumbling him over and over in hot spasms that start in the tightness in his testes and spiral out through his entire body until his fingertips tingle with the force of it. He feels his erection twitch deep inside of her, his seed flooding her womb in rush after rush. Her body shivers beneath his as her climax leaves her cold and drained, and a moment later he notices the chill of the air as his senses gradually return to normal.

He looks down, watches the way her teardrops sparkle in the firelight and feels a slither of self loathing snake through his heart even as his body still hums with the afterglow of pleasure. For a moment he fears to meet her gaze, then shamed by his fear he forces himself to look her in the eye. Large and fathomless, like bottomless wells in the flickering light of the fire, he cannot tell what she is thinking or feeling from her eyes. He can only guess at her thoughts; and he hates himself for the weakness of needing her acceptance even now, after he has hurt her.

“Rin,” he says softly, holding himself still above her.

The shadows in her eyes shift and change, with a wordless whimper she wraps her arms around him and hugs herself to him desperately, as if she fears he will pull away. He makes a soothing noise deep in his throat as he picks her up and shifts so that he is once more reclined against the tree, her small form sprawled across his chest. Gently he turns her head so that he can lap the blood away from the deep puncture marks of his teeth on her shoulder. When she shows no further reaction, merely holds still under his ministrations, he tenses and tightens his arm around her waist.

“You are mine,” he purrs low and dangerous in her ear, his voice filled with the weight of his conviction, “I will never let you go.”

He watches as her dark head lifts, the fall of her dark hair glossy with orange highlights from the flames. He braces for an argument that never comes.

“Forever?” she asks softly, her dark eyes large with a spark of curiosity and wonder.

“Forever,” he replies with a touch of quiet menace.

“Rin will die,” she informs him gravely, folding her hands under her chin as she regards over his chest.

“Death will not stop me,” he tells her, “Even if I have to conquer Hell to get you back.”

“Sesshoumaru-sama will always come for Rin?” she asks after a pause of contemplation.

“Always,” he vows.

“Rin will always wait for Sesshoumaru-sama,” she replies startlingly.

“No matter what?” he queries, stunned by her easy compliance after what he has just done.

“No matter what,” she promises.

Silence falls between them as he drifts deep into thought, his hand idly stroking her hair. The touch of his fingers seems to soothe her, so that she is content to doze right where she is, leaving him to his contemplation. At last, his puzzlement gets the better of his pride and he dares to ask a question.

“I know that I have hurt you...” he struggles to vocalize his thoughts, “Why do you still wish to stay?”

“Rin loves Sesshoumaru-sama,” she replies simply, stifling a yawn as she blinks sleepily up at him.

“That’s it?” he asks with a touch of disbelief, “Just because you love me?”

Her head bobs as she nods against his chest. He studies her with sharp eyed interest, his gaze keen.

“Even if I hurt you again?” he prompts her.

She wakes up enough at that to return his gaze with lucidity, her dark eyes shadowed with remembrance.

“Rin likes Sesshoumaru-sama to touch her,” she replies slowly, sorting out her thoughts. “Rin will do anything for Sesshoumaru-sama.”

“Anything,” he repeats, seeking confirmation.

His respect for her grows as she doesn’t even hesitate to answer affirmative. Slowly, with a small smile tugging at his lips, he acknowledges her statement. Affectionately, unable to stop himself from doing so, he brushes a soft kiss across her temple.

“Sleep,” he bids her, “I will keep you safe.”

“Yes,” she adds, gifting him with a crooked half smile before yawning hugely. She nuzzles her face into the skin of his chest, within the cradle of her arms, and drifts off as he watches over her. The soft sighs of her even breaths comforts him as she rests easily within the circle of his embrace.

The quiet joy of her acceptance of his violent nature gradually makes itself known to him as she sleeps. Mild shock sweeps over him as he feels the wetness of tears trail down his cheeks, the region of his heart clenched tight as if squeezed by a fist. His breath becomes labored as he fights to stifle the turmoil of his emotions. Harsh and bitter the ashes of his loneliness whisper through his soul as his heart—his cold, hard, unreachable youkai heart—swells and ripens with an unknown emotion. Silently and fiercely he denies the revelation that threatens to sweep through him until, bit by bit, he loses the struggle within. Gently, like sunshine breaking through cloud cover, the truth hits him.

He loves her.

Rin, his dark headed little girl child.

His, forever.

In the shifting flicker of the flames, a ghost of a contented smile lights his face. In the pop and crackle of the fire, the words his lips form are lost to all but the uncomprehending ears of the sleeping girl on his chest.

Chapter 1The begining

Sesshoumaru: A Feudal Fluffy Tale (Zakuro Homebrew….oh god >.<)

Day 1: Entry 1

Yes, it's not easy being the prettiest character. If you've ever wondered WHY Naraku went after us, I can tell you, oh let me! It might seem like that tall, dark, pretty (yet not as pretty as me), guy is after Inuyasha and Kikyo the most. Don't believe it.

Naraku is after ME!

That's right, ME!!

Do you know why? He's jealous because I'm the prettiest character.

Not that he doesn't go after my stupid not-so-pretty brother. He doesn't like him because he's annoying! (What a shock!)

And Kikyo? She's just a prissy little wannabe bitch! She's jealous of me too of course.

I'm the prettiest.

Day 1: Entry 2

Gonna go look for Naraku today. But first a bath. Hope this hot spring isn't monitored by fangirls again.

Day 1: Entry 3

Shit!

Day 1: Entry 4

Jaken finds the crappiest hot springs. He can't really do anything right. The only reason I keep him around is to baby-sit Rin. He also gives good manicures. Plus I can make him go to the grocery store or get a fish sandwich any time I want.

Nancy Pushover Booger man.

Kinda cute though. But the warty green skin kind of a turn off.

Day 1: Entry 5

About to go look for Naraku.

Think he's trying to find a way to absorb me.

Interesting thought, but he only wants me so he can make himself prettier.

Snow White primadonna!

Day 1: Entry 6

Gross! Jaken's skin starting to peel in the heat. Wanted to use my lotion. I told him to get his own freakn' lotion. Bad idea. Now we have to live with the 'molting molester.'

I'm WAY prettier then that shit head.

Day 1: Entry 7

No, seriously. He looks like a shit Head!

Day 1: Entry 8

Rin being annoying. She wants candy. Like hell I'll give her a gram of sugar! Still have nightmares from the last time she had a jolly rancher. Brrrrr.

Day 1: Entry 9

Jaken, the short and kinda cute, has given Rin a piece of Botan Rice Candy. Memo to self. Kill annoying Frog, get tranquilizers for Rin.

Day 1: Entry 10

More Memos to self. Kill brother, who could not be as pretty as me if he tried. Kill Naraku, who is pretty but not as pretty as me. Oh how he wishes he were me!

Kill Yue from Card Captors for trying to impersonate me. But, he's not as pretty as me, right? I'm the prettiest. Now where was I, oh right! Memos: tell Jaken to go buy the curler brush, the hair detangler, a box of chocolate (The dark kind. Plain milk chocolate is boring) cucumber melon lotion. Kill brother. (oh, wait! I already said that.) Well then I'll embarrass him, then kill him.

Day 1: Entry 11

I'm the prettiest, not Yue or Naraku.

Day 1: Entry 12

Also get some shampoo.

Day 2: Entry 11

Jaken has a cold. Or something. His voice is even crappier then usual. He's seriously unattractive. I mean, on a scale of 1 to 10, he'd be a -10.54. Where as on the same scale, I'd be infinity.

Day 2: Entry 12

I tell you what, Frog Princess had better not give his cold to Rin. Then there would really be a problem.

Day 2: Entry 13

Was that a sneeze I heard?

Day 2: Entry 14

Oh, Snaps.

Day 2: Entry 15

Seriously rethinking Jaken ever being 'cute' in any way.

Day 2: Entry 16

Rin seems to have calmed down now.

Yes, it took her THIS LONG to finally stop jumping around from the sucrose!

My gracious, you would have thought SHE was the frog!

Day 2: Entry 17

A screaming, repetitive frog with an ear splitting, knuckle cracking, mind numbingly loud and obnoxious singing voice.

Day 2: Entry 18

She's STILL singing!

Day 2: Entry 19

STILL singing!

Day 2: Entry 19

It's bad enough Inuyasha cut off my arm. Can't cover both ears.

Day 2: Entry 20

Thinking of cutting off ears.

Day 2: Entry 21

"THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS!! YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIENDS!!"

Day 2: Entry 22

Going to let Naraku know he has some serious competition.

Day 2: Entry 23

Going to send Jaken out to get some ear plugs.

And to take Rin with him.

Day 2: Entry 24

GODS NO!! IT'S STUCK IN MY HEAD!!

Day 2: Entry 25

IT CLINGS TO MY BRAIN LIKE A RABID SQUIRREL!! WHY MUST ONE AS PRETTY AS ME SUFFER SO!! T.T

Day 2: Entry 26

Better now. Jaken came back with the ear plugs. He also got the chocolate and detangler.

He got the plain milk chocolate.

He also forgot the shampoo.

Day: Entry 27

Memo to self: Kill Jaken, put Rin on a bland diet, kill Naraku, kill non- pretty brother, get shampoo.

I am SO pretty!!

joi, 17 iulie 2008

What, what the hell is all this? It's the same question I ask myself when I look on the computer the morning after a bit of drinking and drabbling...

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Freddy - "OMG I H8 U CUM DWN HERRE + FIHGT!!1"
Jason - "?"
-COMIC BY ZARLA
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"What am I doing wearing this silly costume?...and all wet??" - Daphine from Scooby Doo and the Ghost Clown
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"Virgins live; Sluts die." -Mega-rule of Horror movies
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"Well M&Ms are chocolate, and Skittles are fruity." - Kagome from "Why the Male Characters Fear Rin"
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"YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!!!" - Kagome and Kikyo in "Kagome and Kikyo team up to get revenge on Inu Yasha!"
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Suicide for love

Disclaimer: what is it with me and the so famous “trying to kill( or succeeding in this case) my fav characters?

Yeah, I was on Red-Bull and Snickers when I wrote this….so expect the worse….

------------------------------------------------- ~ ^_^ ! <3>

The illness was swift. It appeared suddenly and worsened rapidly, leaving her bedridden for the better part of a week.When, at the castle, receiving the best care I could provide, she only continued to worsen, I took her to the miko.

"What are her symptoms?"

"At first, she just had dizzy spells. When she actually fainted, she had a fever. She hasn't been able to keep much down except water. The cough began a little later, and her breathing has become extremely labored."

"I see..."

"What's wrong with her?"

"I'm not sure."

"Can you help her?"

"I'll try."

"I don't want to hear that you'll try, I want to hear that you'll make her better!"

"I can't promise anything."

"You know what's wrong, don't you?"

"No, I told you I don't. It could be many things, nothing in particular is indicative of-"

"So you won't say."

"I told you, I don't-"

"Maybe you don't know, but it's serious, isn't it?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Your usual unfounded optimism is lacking, miko."

"Help her. Do everything in your power, or I will make the remainder of your existence a living hell."

The miko nodded, and went to continue trying to heal my Rin. Inuyasha glared at me for threatening his woman, but said nothing. The miko understood, that is why she did not reprimand me for my coarseness. Perhaps Inuyasha understood as well... understood what I was going through. The next few days passed slowly, and Rin's condition deteriorated. The miko bustled about trying different medicines and treatments and even went through a mystical well for supplies from what I understood to be an alternate dimension of the future. Nothing seemed to help. I never left her side, clutching her small hand, as it was all I could do for my Rin. She faded in and out of consciousness, occasionally lucid enough to ask where she was, and if I was there. Inuyasha came in periodically to try to get the miko to rest, but eventually gave up. Even without my threats, I knew the woman would have worked just as diligently. She was a compassionate soul, very much like Rin... my Rin... On the fourth night since I brought her to Inuyasha's village, she woke.

"Se... Sesshoumaru-sama...?" I leapt from my chair beside the bed and leaned close to her, grasping her hand.

"Rin..."

"Wh...where am I...?"

"You're at the miko's."

"How... long..."

"Four days."

"...I...I'm sorry..."

"There's no need to apologize..."

"But..."

"Shhh... don't try to speak. Just rest."

She still looked apologetic, but did as I asked. I pushed the hair dampened with sweat out of her face with one hand, my other never letting go of hers. The miko came in once and tried to get Rin to swallow some medicine, but she couldn't keep it down. Still in a sitting position, she apologized again.

"Rin, I told you there's no need to apologize. It isn't your fault..."

"But... I'm being such a burden..."

"You are never a burden."

"But..."

"Shhh, now."

I pulled her close, and she rested her head on my chest. I couldn't believe how hot she was. Her already high fever had worsened, and I could hear her wheezing and shallow breaths. Why wasn't she getting better? Why must she suffer so? How can I be so powerless to help her! God damn it, she doesn't deserve this! As I finished that thought, Rin began to cough. I patted her back to help her clear her airways, and as the bought died down, I smelled blood. I pulled her away from me slightly to look at her and sure enough, there was a small trickle of blood on her lip. 'Shit...' was all I could think. I may not know much about humans, but I knew this couldn't be a good sign. As if on cue, the miko came back into the room.

"Inuyasha smelled blood... Is Rin okay?" She gasped when Rin began coughing up more blood.

"I-I'll get a towel..." she said and rushed out of the room.

"I...I'm sorry...Sesshoumaru-sama...your clothes..."

"What?"

"It's... I'm... There's blood..." she said between coughs.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"But-" she began to object, but coughed up more blood. The miko came back in.

"Oh, my god..." she said as she saw all the blood.

"Here..." she said as she handed me a towel. I used it to wipe some of the blood off Rin's face.

"I'm s-so sorry, Sessh-"

"Shhh, don't talk. You'll just make it worse. Miko! Do something!" I started to lay her on her back, but the miko stopped me. "No, it's better to keep her upright. Lean her forward a bit." I pulled Rin into my chest and held her tightly as if she would disappear any moment. Another coughing fit started. After she coughed up a lot of blood, her coughs became dry, expelling nothing but coughing still. I pat her back as the violent coughs died down... then she went limp in my arms.

"Rin... Rin...?" I pulled her out of my embrace to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her lovely face was pale and drawn. Perspiration lined her forehead and blood stained her kimono. I shook her gently.

"Rin! Rin, look at me!"

Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at me with, what, sadness? apology? in her eyes. She lifted a trembling hand and placed it on my cheek. "I'm sorry... Sesshoumaru... sama..." she uttered, trying terribly hard to breathe. Her heartbeat... was it slowing?

"Rin..."

"It... it would have been better... if you never saved me..."

"No, Rin, that's not true!"

"But then you wouldn't be sad that I'm-"

"You aren't! Don't even say it! Don't you dare..." She placed her other hand weakly on the other side of my face. I could feel her pulse... Her heartbeat was weakening... "I... I love you, Sesshoumaru-sama..." she said gently as tears began to fill her eyes. My own eyes began to sting... was I... crying? I held her close to me with one arm and put my other hand over hers, still resting on my face. I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers gently. "I... love you too, Rin..." She managed a smile, her eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay open. "I love you so much," I whispered, leaning in close. I heard a gasp as our lips met. At some point, Inuyasha had reentered the room and stood there in complete and utter shock. The miko made no sound, but I could smell her tears. The kiss was sweet and tender, and I never wanted it to end. When had this happened? When did I begin to fall in love with her? When had this human girl become the most important thing in my life?

The questions stopped abruptly when her hands slipped from my face and fell limply to her sides. Her eyes were closed and her heartbeat was barely detectable. "Rin? Rin! Rin!" her eyes opened slighly and she whispered so quietly that I could barely hear... her final words...

"I... lo...ve... you... Se... Sesshou... maru... sama... I... love... you..."

With that, her eyes closed, never to open again. Her strength gave out and her heart stopped.

Rin... my Rin... was gone...

I lay her down on the bed gently, stroking her face with my hands and smoothing back stray hair. Instinctively, I reached for Tenseiga. I held the sword out before me waiting for it to pulse and show me the messengers from the afterlife. After a few moments, they still didn't appear. Instead of waiting, I swung the blade. Rin still lay silent. I swung again. No response. Frustrated and terrified, I swung again and again.

Nothing happened.

The stinging tears in my eyes finally spilled down my cheeks. I couldn't separate all the things I was feeling as they all culminated and sunk in to my consciousness, my thoughts trying to find some hint of rationality to hang on to... Rin is... dead. Dead. She's not waking up. Why isn't she waking up? Why isn't Tenseiga bringing her back to life? "Why isn't it working? WHAT GOOD IS THIS FUCKING SWORD IF IT WON'T WORK WHEN I NEED IT MOST? Is it me? Am I incapable of using it to bring her back now? Why is this happening? Why won't it work! This isn't the time for a lesson of some sort, you worthless piece of SHIT! Why? GOD DAMN IT, WHY?" I didn't realize I had been speaking out loud when I threw the useless sword across the room. I dropped to my knees beside the bed where Rin lay unmoving.

"Rin... Rin, answer me. Open your eyes and answer me... Answer me, dammit!" I demanded, almost hysterically. I shook her gently, but got no response. "No... no, Rin... no..." I didn't want to accept it... How could I accept this? How could I accept that the most important person in the world was gone? How could I possibly go on living without her smiles, her voice, her scent...? How could I possibly go on living without her...? I asked myself these things already knowing the answer...

I can't live without her...

I WON'T live without her...

In less than a second, my next move became clear, and even my rational mind couldn't argue. I lay Rin down gently on the bed, stroking the side of her face with my hand and trying to smooth back stray hair. I could hear the miko sobbing in the background, and Inuyasha trying to console her with gentle words. "Kagome, shh, it's okay... It'll be okay..."

I called out to him.

"Inuyasha..." I said quietly as I stood up, not turning around to face him. He parted from the miko and came to stand a few feet behind me. "Sesshoumaru..." he said, unsure of what to say to me. Despite his lingering hatred for me, he still felt sorrow for Rin, and sorrow for me. He took another step forward, as if to touch my shoulder in a gesture of sympathy. I took the opportunity. I turned quickly and before he could react, snatched the Tessaiga from is scabbard at his side. I shoved him away from me and he hit the chest of drawers against the wall. The miko screamed in surprise and Inuyasha struggled to stay on his feet.

"Sesshoumaru, what the hell! What the fuck are you-"

"Inuyasha, what's-"

They both stopped in mid-sentence when they saw me turn the blade towards myself...

"Sesshoumaru... You... you wouldn't..." Inuyasha stuttered. I lifted the blade to my neck.

"No, stop! Don't do it!"

"Sesshoumaru, wait!" The metal was cold, the blade was razor-sharp...

"STOP!"

"SESSHOUMARU!"

It slid across my throat. If it hurt, I didn't feel it. I was mildly surprised at how little effort it took to sink the steel into my neck. How ironic that this blade, this fang, that I sought and coveted for so long would be the means by which I would end my life. How cruelly ironic that I die by the blade that allowed me to meet her in the first place. I had always wanted this sword, but if I had gotten it, I would never have known Rin. Even in the relatively short time I knew her, she had changed me so much. She cared for me unconditionally, even if I had never given her a reason to. Only after saving her and bringing her into my life did I become content with my inheritance, the Tenseiga, and stopped longing to posses the Tessaiga. My sword had given me something wonderful, something I couldn't live without now. My sword have given me Rin, and she had given me nothing but joy with her cheerfulness, compassion, and unwavering trust. I loved her. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her, nothing in the world I would deny her. She was mine. She belonged to me, and I loved her more than anything.

And now, she was gone.

What else was there to live for?

I dropped Tessaiga. I could feel the warm blood running down my neck, hear it splattering on the floor. I was faint and my vision was blurring as I fell onto the bed. I gazed with unfocused eyes at Rin.

"R...n..." I tried to speak, and found it very difficult. I feel forward, my head landed heavily beside Rin's. I took her hand in mine and stroked her warm fingers. She was always so warm...

"...in..." I tried to speak again. "R... r...in... I...I'm... s... so... s... ry... R... n..."

My consciousness was fading fast as the blood poured out of me, taking my life with it.

"I... l... o... ve... y... ou..."

I inhaled her scent, looked at her beautiful face, felt her soft skin, and kissed her one last time...

"...R... r... in..."

...and then everything went black as I died with the one I loved.

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