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Jul. 31st, 2006 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaAh... lonelymaiden. I don't actually remember quite why I freinded her. But lemme tell you when I think of her I think of Fred. ~nod~ She's got a cute kitty named Fred that I found absolutely amusing. She also is one of the most amusingly fangirls I have ever seen. @_@ Do you know how many comms she's a part of? Do you??! And yeet... still waiting for her massive Atobe splurge. ~sly poke~ It's sorta funny though, because as far as I can figure, I just sorta randomly showed up on her journal in June.
Heh. ^^;; And she welcomed me with open arms, because SHE'S COOL LIKE THAT!! (and Fred!)
^_^ She likes Daisuke and Gon and Daisuke and Gon holding hands and she has SUPER SPARkLY NAKED LAYOUTS!!!!! And pretty icons that make me go 'eeeeee cute!' (And some day I expect Daisuke fic from her, but that's loooooooong in the future and no doubt a crack fic created at three in the morning) Oh... and since I probably owe her this....
When Atobe held Tezuka’s hand over the net at the end of their game he thought ‘I can live with this... because I will get a rematch’. Something about the game irked him, it got under his skin. Tezuka’s unwillingness to surrender, his stubborn pride that had pushed him towards the end... the near loss caused by an overworked *injury*... Atobe couldn’t believe that it was his win. Something told him that he had played right into Tezuka’s hands from the start. He didn’t need his insight for that (though he admitted, it did help). But when Tezuka was at full strength... they would play.
They didn’t, not for a while. Tezuka had played Kabaji and won, though really how could someone predict the rain? If it hadn’t happened Kabaji would have beaten Tezuka through his copy tactics and Atobe would have had to view Tezuka as inferior. Atobe had lost to Ryoma, to Tezuka’s protégé, and it was nothing like losing to Tezuka. With Tezuka no silly bet would have been made, and none of his glorious pride would have been trampled. He would have come out of it accomplished, even with a loss, not defeated.
Atobe sat at the street courts, bag next to him and red hoodie pulled over his head. His hair was still growing back and while it wasn’t horrid it still wasn’t magnificent. The Nationals were over, Seigaku and their Brat Prince had run. Atobe was waiting though, and the casual players who had cleared the court at his appearance could only guess what for.
Some of them would have been right.
“Atobe.” A deep voice echoed from the courts and when Atobe looked down at them it was as if they split before his eyes and refocused. Tezuka placed the edge of his racket on the ground. “Are you satisfied?” Atobe stood, getting his racket out of his bag and walking towards his side of the court.
“Ah.”
Since I never felt I could write them before. Probably still can't. >_<
(And so you don't think I'm crazy check out this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hq4rYKRKxPA pretty japanese boys singing batman!)
Heh. ^^;; And she welcomed me with open arms, because SHE'S COOL LIKE THAT!! (and Fred!)
^_^ She likes Daisuke and Gon and Daisuke and Gon holding hands and she has SUPER SPARkLY NAKED LAYOUTS!!!!! And pretty icons that make me go 'eeeeee cute!' (And some day I expect Daisuke fic from her, but that's loooooooong in the future and no doubt a crack fic created at three in the morning) Oh... and since I probably owe her this....
When Atobe held Tezuka’s hand over the net at the end of their game he thought ‘I can live with this... because I will get a rematch’. Something about the game irked him, it got under his skin. Tezuka’s unwillingness to surrender, his stubborn pride that had pushed him towards the end... the near loss caused by an overworked *injury*... Atobe couldn’t believe that it was his win. Something told him that he had played right into Tezuka’s hands from the start. He didn’t need his insight for that (though he admitted, it did help). But when Tezuka was at full strength... they would play.
They didn’t, not for a while. Tezuka had played Kabaji and won, though really how could someone predict the rain? If it hadn’t happened Kabaji would have beaten Tezuka through his copy tactics and Atobe would have had to view Tezuka as inferior. Atobe had lost to Ryoma, to Tezuka’s protégé, and it was nothing like losing to Tezuka. With Tezuka no silly bet would have been made, and none of his glorious pride would have been trampled. He would have come out of it accomplished, even with a loss, not defeated.
Atobe sat at the street courts, bag next to him and red hoodie pulled over his head. His hair was still growing back and while it wasn’t horrid it still wasn’t magnificent. The Nationals were over, Seigaku and their Brat Prince had run. Atobe was waiting though, and the casual players who had cleared the court at his appearance could only guess what for.
Some of them would have been right.
“Atobe.” A deep voice echoed from the courts and when Atobe looked down at them it was as if they split before his eyes and refocused. Tezuka placed the edge of his racket on the ground. “Are you satisfied?” Atobe stood, getting his racket out of his bag and walking towards his side of the court.
“Ah.”
Since I never felt I could write them before. Probably still can't. >_<
Lonely!
Maiden!
Lonely!
Maiden!
Lonely!
Maiden!
Lonely!
Maiden!
Lonely!
Maiden!
Fred Fred Fred Fred Fred Fred Fred
LonelyMaiden!!! (smash that all so it fits 'BatMan')
Maiden!
Lonely!
Maiden!
Lonely!
Maiden!
Lonely!
Maiden!
Lonely!
Maiden!
Fred Fred Fred Fred Fred Fred Fred
LonelyMaiden!!! (smash that all so it fits 'BatMan')
(And so you don't think I'm crazy check out this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hq4rYKRKxPA pretty japanese boys singing batman!)
