{"@attributes":{"version":"2.0"},"channel":{"title":"\u2192i could be a poet and write a different story\u2190","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/","description":"\u2192i could be a poet and write a different story\u2190 - LiveJournal.com","lastBuildDate":"Sun, 11 Dec 2011 06:26:34 GMT","generator":"LiveJournal \/ LiveJournal.com","copyright":"NOINDEX","image":{"url":"https:\/\/l-userpic.livejournal.com\/110557818\/6687431","title":"\u2192i could be a poet and write a different story\u2190","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/","width":"100","height":"100"},"item":[{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/188781.html","pubDate":"Sun, 11 Dec 2011 06:26:34 GMT","title":"holiday cards (public)","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/188781.html","description":"<center><b>HOLIDAY CARDS<\/b><br \/><br \/>This is veering toward the late side but I would love to send holiday\/christmas cards to anyone that would love to receive one from me!  Just leave you address here in a comment and I will do my best to send you one before December 25th (but if you're overseas or my midnight shifts completely do me in at work they may come a liiiitle late, heh).<br \/><br \/>All comments are SCREENED.  If you want to send me a card (\/\/\/\/\/) and have a card post or whatever set up feel free to leave a link here too?<\/center>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/188781.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/186680.html","pubDate":"Wed, 24 Nov 2010 18:10:56 GMT","title":" PUBLIC \u2605 holiday seasonal card post","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/186680.html","description":"Well, Thanksgiving is tomorrow in America, and one thing I'm so thankful for is all of you!  So I would love for the opportunity to send you a card this year to let you know I'm thinking of you this holiday season, and so you'll have something to remember me by as well!<br \/><br \/>And since 'tis the season for giving, I may sneak in something extra!  <small>Though what yet I don't know XD<\/small><br \/><br \/>If you'd like to receive a card from me this year, just leave your name and address in a comment to this post!  I'll do my best to mail international as well; if your address is outside of the USA, please put \"international\" in the subject and then I'll know who to send the first batch out to &hearts;<br \/><br \/>Also, if we're friends on plurk but not on livejournal, I'm going to take this moment to ask whether I can add you on here as well ^-^<br \/><br \/>Happy Holidays Everyone!<br \/><br \/><center>All comments are screened.<\/center>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/186680.html?view=comments#comments","category":["screened","friends","holiday cards","*public"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/146295.html","pubDate":"Thu, 12 Feb 2009 00:51:48 GMT","title":"One-hundred Cuppa: SPAM POST","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/146295.html","description":"PLEASE TO BE SPAMMING THIS POST &hearts;<br \/><br \/>Keeping it public in case people get lazy about switching journals or whatever, lol!<br \/><br \/><small>And now I leave you to your spam, for I go to play some more Persona 4 &hearts;<\/small>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/146295.html?view=comments#comments","category":["one hundred cuppa","persona 4","spam post","public"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/131646.html","pubDate":"Sat, 06 Dec 2008 19:51:43 GMT","title":"Fifty Cuppa: LET IT SNOW","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/131646.html","description":"<center><table width=\"400\" bgcolor=\"#000000\">\n<tbody><tr>\n<td height=\"20\" bgcolor=\"#000000\" align=\"center\" style=\"background-image: url(https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/snowclip.gif)\"><font style=\"background-image: url(https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/snowclip.gif);color:#C6C6F7; padding:5px; font-family: Century Gothic; font-size: 60px; letter-spacing:.1em\">let it snow<\/font><\/td><\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td height=\"200\"><font size=\"2\" color=\"#2DB737\" family=\"Tahoma\"><\/font><br \/><br \/><font size=\"4\" color=\"#C6C6F7\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>\u2603<\/b><\/font> <font size=\"2\" color=\"#5858DB\" family=\"Tahoma\">they say that no two snowflakes are the same; so, what unique traits make you different from all the other \"snowflakes\"?  comment here with your username!<\/font><br \/><br \/><font size=\"4\" color=\"#C6C6F7\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>\u2603<\/b><\/font> <font size=\"2\" color=\"#4E6CD1\" family=\"Tahoma\">your friends will tell you what they think makes you such a special snowflake!<\/font><br \/><br \/><font size=\"4\" color=\"#C6C6F7\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>\u2603<\/b><\/font> <font size=\"2\" color=\"#4480C7\" family=\"Tahoma\">try to be specific when leaving a comment.  focus more on the person you are describing rather than how they make you feel.  statements such as \"you're a nice person!\" don't really describe your friend specifically, so be creative, and get detailed!<\/font><br \/><br \/><center><font color=\"#C6C6F7\"><b>Pimpage:<\/b><br \/><textarea cols=\"30\" rows=\"6\">&lt;a href=\"YOUR COMMENT LINK HERE\"&gt;&lt;font style= \"letter-spacing:.2em;text-decoration:none\"&gt;&lt;font size=\"6\" color=\"#5858DB\" family=\"Century Gothic\"&gt;let&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;font size=\"6\" color=\"#4E6CD1\" family=\"Century Gothic\"&gt;it&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;font size=\"6\" color=\"#4480C7\" family=\"Century Gothic\"&gt;\u2603&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;font size=\"6\" color=\"#3A94BD\" family=\"Century Gothic\"&gt;snow&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;\n<\/textarea><\/center><\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/center>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/131646.html?view=comments#comments","category":["meme","let it snow","public"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/71864.html","pubDate":"Tue, 13 May 2008 03:14:53 GMT","title":"[question words \u263c meme]","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/71864.html","description":"All right, let's give this a try.<br \/><br \/>Ro is going to start a meme!  Inspired by Ankhi from a few days ago, here's a \"get to know your friends better\" type of meme!  I hope you guys find it fun!<br \/><br \/><center><table width=\"300\">\n<tbody><tr>\n<td height=\"20\" bgcolor=\"#556c51\" align=\"center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/terza-teabeef.livejournal.com\/71864.html\" target=\"_blank\"><font size=\"6\" color=\"#51f573\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>question<\/b><\/font><font size=\"6\" color=\"#5be17d\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>words<\/b><\/font><font size=\"6\" color=\"#65cd87\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>\u263c<\/b><\/font><font size=\"6\" color=\"#6fb991\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>meme<\/b><\/font><\/a><\/td><\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td height=\"200\" bgcolor=\"#b6ffb8\"><font size=\"4\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>\u00a7<\/b><\/font> <font size=\"1\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">Comment here with your username.<\/font><br \/><br \/><font size=\"4\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>\u00a7<\/b><\/font> <font size=\"1\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">On other people's comments, reply with a \"who\", \"what\", \"where\", \"why\", and\/or \"how\" question (i.e. \"Who is your favorite actor?\"; \"What did you eat this morning?\"; \"Where do you see yourself in 20 years?\"; \"Why did you use that icon just now?\"; \"How do you put your shoes on?\").  They can be as serious or as silly as you like, and you can choose one question word or do them all.<\/font><br \/><br \/><font size=\"4\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>\u00a7<\/b><\/font> <font size=\"1\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">When you receive a question(s), answer them (er...duh).<\/font><br \/><br \/><font size=\"4\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\"><b>\u00a7<\/b><\/font> <font size=\"1\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">Don't forget to advertise in your journal, so people can get to know you better!  Remember to copy the link to your own comment, to make it easier for your friends to find you!<\/font><br \/><br \/><b><\/b><center><b>Some Rules to Follow:<\/b><\/center><br \/><font size=\"3\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">\u263c<\/font> <font size=\"1\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">No flames\/drama\/wank, etc.  Be nice to each other!<\/font><br \/><br \/><font size=\"3\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">\u263c<\/font> <font size=\"1\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">Yeah, that's pretty much it.  Just play nice.  Also, try to consider your audience when asking a question- it's okay to be dirty if you think the person you're asking the question to won't get offended\/embarrassed.  Just be considerate!<\/font><br \/><br \/><font size=\"3\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">\u263c<\/font> <font size=\"1\" color=\"#556c51\" family=\"Tahoma\">Oh!  Nearly forgot one: HAVE FUN~!<br \/><br \/><center><textarea>&lt;a href=\"YOUR COMMENT LINK HERE\"&gt;&lt;font size=\"6\" color=\"#51f573\" family=\"Tahoma\"&gt;&lt;b&gt;question&lt;\/b&gt;&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;font size=\"6\" color=\"#5be17d\" family=\"Tahoma\"&gt;&lt;b&gt;words&lt;\/b&gt;&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;font size=\"6\" color=\"#65cd87\" family=\"Tahoma\"&gt;&lt;b&gt;\u263c&lt;\/b&gt;&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;font size=\"6\" color=\"#6fb991\" family=\"Tahoma\"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meme&lt;\/b&gt;&lt;\/font&gt;&lt;\/a&gt;\n<\/textarea><\/center><\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/center>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/71864.html?view=comments#comments","category":["meme","question word"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/39372.html","pubDate":"Wed, 08 Aug 2007 23:56:51 GMT","title":"Don't Mind My Hand- a Miroku FST","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/39372.html","description":"<p>Yeah...Ro has made a Miroku FST.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; ...I blame <strike>chat<\/strike> Econtra XD.&nbsp; For both the amount of FSTs shared in spazz and, of course, for that Singalong they had one weekend XD<br \/><br \/>Well, my Miroku muse demanded me make him an FST so...here it is!<br \/><br \/><\/p><p><strong>Don't Mind My Hand- a Miroku FST <br \/><br \/>Track One- Pot Bellied Buddah- Vic Mignogna <br \/><\/strong><br \/><em>It's kind of blasphemous <br \/>I shouldn't be saying this <br \/>But lying is not my particular sin <br \/>I talk to God and all <br \/>Seems like I only call <br \/>When easy turns rough <br \/>And hard, or dangerous <br \/>Or more than I can carry in my fair-weather arms <br \/>I kind of treat him like a pot-bellied buddah <br \/><\/em><br \/>Meet Miroku. He's a monk, but not a very good one. He seems to worship women more than Buddah, though he is not ashamed to abuse his position when it comes to where he and the others are sleeping that night. <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Two-Game of Love- Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>The purpose of a man is to love a woman <br \/>And the purpose of a woman is to love a man <br \/>So c'mon baby, let's start today <br \/>C'mon baby let's play the game of love <br \/><br \/>It started long ago in the garden of Eden <br \/>When Adam said to Eve, \"Baby, you're for me!\" <br \/>So c'mon baby let's start today <br \/>C'mon baby let's play the game of love <\/em><br \/><br \/>And here we start to see just what kind of man Miroku is- a woman-loving one, the more the merrier! <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Three-Oo-De-Lally- Robin Hood<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>Robin Hood and Little John runnin' through the forest <br \/>Jumpin' fences, dodgin' trees and tryin' to get away <br \/>Contemplatin' nothin' but escapin' and finally makin' it <br \/>Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly what a day <br \/><\/em><br \/>Ah, but Miroku doesn't spend all his time chasing skirts- he also fights demons! Only- is that really what InuYasha and he are running from-?! When I hear this song, I get the image of Miroku and InuYasha watching as the girls bathe- until they get caught, of course! Oops! <br \/><br \/><strong>Trach Four- Bend Me, Shape Me- The American Breed<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>Everybody tells me I'm wrong to want you so badly <br \/>But there's a force that's drivin' me on, I'd follow it gladly <br \/>So let them laugh, I don't care <br \/>Cuz I got nothin' to hide <br \/>All that I want is you by my side <br \/><br \/>Bend me, shape me, anyway you want me <br \/>'Long as you love me, it's all right <br \/>Bend me, shape me, anyway you want me <br \/>You've got the power to turn on the light<\/em> <br \/><br \/>Miroku has no preference in women- he loves almost all of them (okay, as long as they're pretty, he'll grope them). Because his preference is so diverse, Miroku is willing to be anything any woman might want...as long as she is willing to be the mother of his children, of course. <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Five-He's a Tramp- Lady and the Tramp<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>What a dog! <br \/>He's a tramp <br \/>But they love him <br \/>Breaks a new heart every day <br \/>He's a tramp <br \/>They adore him <br \/>And I only hope he'll stay that way<\/em> <br \/><br \/>Well...he is. And we all love him the way he is, don't we? Even though Miroku's women-wandering ways makes him a bit of a perv, we wouldn't have him any other way. <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Six-Grace Kelly- Mika <br \/><\/strong><br \/><em>Do I attract you, do I repluse you <br \/>With my queasy smile? <br \/>Am I too dirty, am I too flirty, <br \/>Do I like what you like? <br \/>I can be wholesome, I can be loathsome, <br \/>Yes I'm a little bit shy. <br \/>Why don't you like me, why don't you like me <br \/>Without making me try? <br \/><\/em><br \/>...Except for maybe Sango. This is Miroku's song to her, the only woman he really cares about, and the one who constantly berates him for his perverted ways. She is so hard to please! Miroku wishes she could understand why he does what he does... <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Seven-Touch- Clay Aiken<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>Angel heaven starts here <br \/>Tonight in your arms <br \/>Want to drown in your body <br \/>Get lost in your charms <br \/>Now that you're here <br \/>Angel don't go <br \/>Let's keep the mood nice and slow <br \/><br \/>All I want is your touch <br \/>All I want is your heaven <br \/>Right here by my side <br \/>Every night <br \/>All I want is your touch <br \/>All I want is your tenderness here in my life <br \/>Every morning and night<\/em> <br \/><br \/>Oh happy day- someone is actually inviting Miroku into her bed! Traveling all those days with InuYasha and the others, sleeping on the cold ground and eating nothing but fish and roots...this is certainly a treat! Let's just hope this woman isn't a demon or possessed or- oh damn. But of course she was... <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Eight-Endless Night- Lion King Broadway version <br \/><\/strong><br \/><em>Where has the starlight gone? <br \/>Dark is the day <br \/>How can I find my way home? <br \/>Home is an empty dream <br \/>Lost to the night <br \/>Father, I feel so alone <br \/><br \/>You promised you'd be there <br \/>Whenever I needed you <br \/>Whenever I call your name <br \/>You're not anywhere <br \/><\/em><br \/>Miroku has backstory! And what a sad one it is...his father, cursed with the Kazaana, failed to defeat Naraku and was swallowed up by the hole in his hand, leaving young Miroku all alone...and with the same dark fate looming in his future... <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Nine-Shake the Disease- Depeche Mode <br \/><\/strong><br \/><em>I'm not goin' down on my knees, beggin' you to adore me <br \/>Can't you see it's a misery and torture for me <br \/>Well, I'm misunderstood <br \/>Try as hard as you can, I tried as hard as I could <br \/>To make you see how important it is for me <br \/><br \/>Here is a plea, from my heart to you <br \/>And nobody knows me as well as you do <br \/>You know how hard it is for me <br \/>To shake the disease that takes hold of my tongue <br \/>In situations like these <\/em><br \/><br \/>Miroku doesn't like to talk about his curse- hard to ignore, of course, after he uses it, but it's not something he likes to talk about, as it ruins his carefree demeanor. ...I meant for this song to be serious, but halfway through, it made me think of Miroku telling Sango that his groping habits are a disease he just can't stop...so it can go either way, I suppose! <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Ten-Final Destination- Within Temptation<\/strong> <br \/><br \/>All around me I see danger <br \/><em>And it's closing in on me <br \/>Every second I can hear it breathin' <br \/>I can't stand the fear inside me <br \/>Cause it's leadin' me astray <br \/>And it will be my endin'! <br \/><br \/>I'm searchin', I'm fightin' for a way to get through <br \/>To turn it away <br \/>It's waitin', always tryin' <br \/>Feel the hands of fate, they're suffocatin' <br \/>Tell me what's the reason <br \/>Is it all inside my head? <br \/>I can't take it no more!<\/em> <br \/><br \/>Even Miroku needs some angst every few seasons or so. This is Miroku's inner fear of death, what he might not tell the others, but what he probably can't help but think on occasion...basically his \"I DON'T WANNA DIE!\" song. <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Eleven-Starlight- Muse<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>Our hopes and expectations <br \/>Black holes and revelations <br \/>Our hopes and expectations <br \/>Black holes and revelations <br \/><br \/>Hold you in my arms <br \/>I just wanted to hold you in my arms<\/em> <br \/><br \/>...and once Miroku gets past that stage, what can he do but keep living? There is, after all, a way to break his curse...and he can even use his Kazaana in the fight against Naraku. And in case that doesn't pan out, there's always plan B (that is, while he's fighting Naraku in the present, Miroku always has an eye to the future...just in case he should fail.) <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Twelve-Let's Live For Today- The Grass Roots<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>Sha la la la la la <br \/>Live for today <br \/>Sha la la la la la <br \/>Live for today <br \/>And don't worry 'bout tomorrow hey <br \/>Sha la la la la la <br \/>Live for today <br \/><br \/>We were never meant to worry <br \/>The way that people do <br \/>And I don't need to hurry <br \/>As long as I'm with you <br \/>We'll take it nice and easy <br \/>And use my simple plan <br \/>You'll be my lovin' woman <br \/>I'll be your lovin' man <br \/><\/em><br \/>Speaking of plan B, since you can never know what tomorrow will bring, Miroku says they should look to today...and just in case they won't be living tomorrow, better leave someone behind who can (yes, we're exiting the emo \"I'm dying~\" stage and coming back to the \"bear my children kthnx\" part). <br \/><br \/><strong>Track Thirteen-If Everyone Cared- Nickelback<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>From underneath the trees, we watched the sky <br \/>Confusing stars for satellites <br \/>I never dreamed that you'd be mine <br \/>But here we are, we're here tonight <br \/>Singing, \"Amen, I'm alive\"<\/em> <br \/><br \/>But in the end, it's just good to be alive. And to dream...that one day, their journey will be over, the fighting will end, and he'll get to have a normal life (with Sango, we hope) at last... <br \/><br \/><strong>Bonus Track-88 Lines About 44 Women- They Might Be Giants<\/strong> <br \/><br \/><em>Deborah was a Catholic girl <br \/>She held out 'til the bitter end <br \/>Carla was a different type <br \/>She's the one who put it in <br \/>Mary was a black girl <br \/>And I was afraid of a girl like that <br \/>Susan painted pictures <br \/>Sitting down like the Buddhists sat<\/em> <br \/><br \/>You knew I had to include this song on here! Well, enjoy this FST~! <br \/><br \/><br \/><\/p><center><a href=\"http:\/\/www.sendspace.com\/file\/tr4uyu%27&gt;http:\/\/www.sendspace.com\/file\/tr4uyu&lt;\/a&gt;\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"><img height=\"30\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" border=\"0\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/spine.jpg\" fetchpriority=\"high\" \/><\/a><\/center><a name='cutid1-end'><\/a><p><br \/><br \/><\/p>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/39372.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fst","miroku"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/37987.html","pubDate":"Fri, 15 Jun 2007 22:13:38 GMT","title":"Icon Post!!!","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/37987.html","description":"<p align=\"center\">...I need one of those table thingies for icons...<br \/><br \/>Anyway, got a lot of them here, please comment and credit if you take any!<br \/><br \/><\/p>FullMetal Alchemist:<br \/><br \/>1. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/alfonsfleetext1.png\" fetchpriority=\"high\" \/>&nbsp;2. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/alfonsflee.png\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;3. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/alfonsgoldsettingsun1.png\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;4. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/alfonssorrow.png\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;5. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/alfonswhenyoufall.png\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>6. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/edglassestext2.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;7. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/edgreentime.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;8. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/edsmirkhehehtext.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;9. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/fletchtreetext1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;10.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/fullmetallimbstext2.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/>11.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/fullmetallimbstext3.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;12.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/hohotrisha.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;13.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/lustsorrowtext1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;14.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/winrygrinframetext.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;15.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/winrylalalatext1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Elricest\/Tringhamcest:<br \/><br \/>16.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/edallick.png\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;17.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/seussparody.gif\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;18. <img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/tringhamsparkleylovesharp1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;19.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/tringhamredlove2.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Death Note:<br \/><br \/>20.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/alightfromtheshadows4.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;21.<img alt=\"\" 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src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/mellored.png\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/>50.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/mikamiorange.png\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Ouran High School Host Club:<br \/><br \/>51.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/doesntcome.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;52.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/smile.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;53.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/orly.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;54.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/ooh.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;55.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/notpleased.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/>56.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/hahaha.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;57.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/boooring.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;58.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/hikaru1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;59.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/hikaru2.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Kyou Kara Maou (Wolfram):<br \/><br \/>60.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/cocky.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;61.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/blushtext1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;62.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/confusion.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;63.<img alt=\"\" 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src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/surprise1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;71.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/tickedoff.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;72.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/tired.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;73.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/uncertain1text.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Yuugio (Kaiba Seto):<br \/><br \/>74.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/kaibaaagh.gif\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;75.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/kaibablink.gif\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;76.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/kaibadark.gif\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 77.<img alt=\"\" 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src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/kaibastoic.gif\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<div align=\"center\"><br \/>Earthian\/Other:<br \/><br \/>85.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/godiswatchingsharptext1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;86.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/holdingyou1border.png\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;87.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/opt22.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;88.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/tifacloudicon1.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/>&nbsp;89.<img alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons3\/pikachu-2.jpg\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><\/div>&lt;\/div&gt;<p align=\"center\"><br \/>Thanks for looking! \u2665<\/p>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/37987.html?view=comments#comments","category":"icons"},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33853.html","pubDate":"Wed, 24 Jan 2007 21:15:23 GMT","title":"RussellxFletcher RP Log- Part 1 of ?","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33853.html","description":"<b>Title:<\/b> Untitled Tringhamcest RP Log (1\/?)<br \/><b>Authors:<\/b> <span  class=\"ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     \"  data-ljuser=\"carnimirie\" lj:user=\"carnimirie\" ><a href=\"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/profile\/\"  target=\"_self\"  class=\"i-ljuser-profile\" ><img  class=\"i-ljuser-userhead\"  src=\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&v=915\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"i-ljuser-username\"   target=\"_self\"   ><b>carnimirie<\/b><\/a><\/span>&nbsp;as Russell and <span  class=\"ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     \"  data-ljuser=\"ever_free\" lj:user=\"ever_free\" ><a href=\"https:\/\/ever-free.livejournal.com\/profile\/\"  target=\"_self\"  class=\"i-ljuser-profile\" ><img  class=\"i-ljuser-userhead\"  src=\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&v=915\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/ever-free.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"i-ljuser-username\"   target=\"_self\"   ><b>ever_free<\/b><\/a><\/span>&nbsp;as Fletcher<br \/><b>Rating:<\/b> R\/NC-17 later on<br \/><b>Fandom:<\/b> Fullmetal Alchemist<br \/><b>Pairing:<\/b> Russell Tringham x Fletcher Tringham (yes.&nbsp; Brothers.&nbsp; \"x\" because they fuck.&nbsp; Don't like?&nbsp; Don't read.)<br \/><b>Summary: <\/b>What happens when an innocent good night kiss accidentally becomes more, and reveals a secret that Fletcher had hoped his brother would never discover?<br \/><b>Disclaimer:<\/b> Neither I or my partner own FMA.<br \/><b>Notes:<\/b> Edited typos, spelling, and limited amount of grammar, but most of what you read is what we originally wrote.<br \/><br \/><b><\/b><b><b>RussellxFletcher<br \/><\/b><\/b>Perfect skin, silken hair, lips that begged to be kissed... Russell was perfect in Fletcher's eyes. Tall and lithe, the younger sibling couldn't help but let his eyes watch his every movement as he tended to their garden. He knew he was staring-- Fletcher couldn't seem to help that impulse anymore. He loved watching the way his brother's muscles moved beneath his skin; longed to run his fingers over his chest.<br \/><br \/>He didn't know when he started to have these thoughts about his brother, but he knew he'd been having... peculiar, unbrotherly dreams about him for awhile now. It was wrong. They had a word for all of that: 'incest'. And there was nothing nice about that word. Still, so long as he didn't <i>act<\/i> on it, he ought to be fine, right? <br \/><br \/>So long as he didn't brush Russel's hair from his face as he longed to do, or press his lips to his brother's, or touch him <i>there<\/i> with fingers as the younger Tringham had so self-consciously done to himself during showers... then it couldn't hurt anyone right?<br \/><br \/>Realizing his eyes hadn't left Russell once, Fletcher fought the flush that threatened to overtake him and stepped further into the room, trying to keep hands steady under the tray he was carrying. \"Russell, I brought you some water.\" <br \/><br \/>Fletcher tried to think of anything but the way Russell looked... somehow he didn't think that his big brother would be very happy if he looked down and saw his baby brother had any form of a... 'problem', or make him suspicious if Fletcher suddenly abandoned the tray for a shower. He felt dirty... maybe even like he was violating Russell in some way by picturing things like that.<br \/><br \/>That feeling was successful in killing any desires threatening to bubble up. \"Take a break, Brother.\" Because speaking the word 'brother' would help make sure he didn't long for more than he ought to.<br \/><br \/>Russell liked the garden he and Fletcher kept in their backyard; it was nice to return to normal things after all that happened in Xenotime not too long ago, when he and Fletcher had been known as Edward and Alphonse Elric, when he had gone against the promise they had made to their father never to perform alchemy...Russell sighed as he stood and stretched for a moment. While he admitted that he was good at alchemy, this life appealed much more to him, just him and Fletcher living normal lives.<br \/><br \/>Of course, he hadn't always felt that way, in fact before he had meet the <i>real<\/i> Elric brothers, Russell had been blindly driven by his desire to find Nash Tringham and to finish his father's research. He had been foolish, obsessive, and Fletcher, who had tried to tell his brother many times that they were being deceitful and what they were doing was wrong...Russell closed his eyes and shook his head. He put his brother in danger, Russell saw that now, and he vowed never to do that to Fletcher again.<br \/><br \/>But now, living in a little cottage outside of Xenotime, just the two of them, their work, and their garden; life was perfect, Russell thought. Nothing could change that. <br \/><br \/>Just then Fletcher showed up with a glass of water, which Russell took gratefully. It was nice weather outside, quiet, sunny, and warm, but Russell had been weeding the garden for hours now and he was more than happy to obey his brother and take a break. The two of them walked inside and Russell collapsed in a chair by the cold fireplace.<br \/><br \/>\"It's a nice day out, isn't it Fletcher?\" he said as his brother joined him. Russell smiled at him, hoping to see it reciprocated. Despite their perfect life out here, from time to time he saw a distant, almost sad, look on his brother's face. What brought that look to his brother's face he could not say, only that it worried Russell to see him like that. Thankfully, it wasn't often.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher was more than glad to join Russell, even finding it in himself to return the smile despite any disturbances in his own thoughts. \"Mhm, it really is, Russell.\" Taking a sip of his water before stretching out, giving a contented noise, the younger sibling looked over to his brother.<br \/><br \/>Everything was perfect. Russell was being the perfect big brother, taking such good care of him that it made Fletcher love him all the more, if that were possible. Stretching out along the sofa, the younger boy couldn't help but steal a few glances at the other. He still didn't entirely understand his own feelings, but he knew this couldn't just be some passing crush on his elder. Not that it made it anymore comforting, really. Fletcher wondered if it <i>would<\/i> be better for this to be just some crush. Then he'd move on to someone else, someone more attractive--but Fletcher already knew that there wasn't anyone more attractive, physically or mentally, than his big brother.<br \/><br \/>Before his expression could become too dreary, Fletcher flashed another warm look to Russel. \"Mm, so how's the garden coming along? Do you think you'll be stopping for the day soon?\"<br \/><br \/>\"Mm, I think so,\" Russell said, sweeping the bangs out of his eyes and flashing a smile back at Fletcher. It was good to see his brother so happy. \"I've been out there since morning, weeding the garden, and I'm almost done. So, what else would you like to do today?\"<br \/><br \/>Russell leaned back against the sofa and fought the inner sigh that built up within him. He may have looked older than his age, but the fact was that he was still only fourteen years old, taking care of both himself and his twelve year old brother. There was so much that went into raising his brother while at the same time raising himself as well. It was a strange sort of paradox that sometimes made Russell long for an adult figure in his life, someone who would take the responsibilty off of his shoulders.<br \/><br \/>But Russell was the responsible one, so he stood up off the couch and stretched his arms over his head. \"I have to go into Xenotime today and buy food for the next week. Are you alright by yourself or would you like to come with me, Fletcher?\"<br \/><br \/>Fletcher gave a thoughtful pause, taking in his brother's beautiful form as it stretched, before pushing himself off the sofa. \"Mm, I want to go with you, Russell!\" Smiling and setting his glass aside, he went to the elder boy's side. \"It would be boring around here all day by myself.\" Truth was, he just didn't like leaving Russell's side for that long.<br \/><br \/>He adored Russell's company, and that was probably pretty obvious. Fletcher doubted the other boy knew just <i>how<\/i> much his company was enjoyed though. \"Besides, it's been a while since I've been with you to Xenotime.\" Another bright smile as suddenly the younger Tringham was looking forward to the rest of the day. Today just... felt like it was going to be a good day. Clapping his hands together, he glimpsed back up.<br \/><br \/>\"Now, need any help in the garden, Brother?\"<br \/><br \/>Russell nodded. \"Yeah, I can understand that,\" he said. \"And it is true that we haven't been into town for a while; perhaps we should visit Belsio while we're there?\"<br \/><br \/>He glanced down at his brother, though these days he had less and less far to look; Fletcher was growing by the day it seemed. Russell brought a hand to Fletcher's head and toussled his hair playfully. Even as the days grew increasingly warmer as summer approached, his brother still insisted on wearing his hat, which amused Russell.<br \/><br \/>\"I could use some help in the garden, to be honest. There's a particularly stubborn cluster of dandelions by the irises that will need to be pulled.\" Russell walked towards the back door, then paused and unbuttoned his shirt, which was damp with sweat. He then pulled the shirt off and draped it over the sofa. \"That's better,\" he said, now only wearing his undershirt and trousers as he headed back outside.<br \/><br \/>\"Mhm, maybe we should.\" Fletcher grinned, laughing a bit as his elder ruffled his hair. Of course that grin faltered when Russell began to take off his shirt. He almost pouted... how come everything Russell did had to attract his attention like that? And why did it always feel like his big brother chose to 'tease' him at the most inappropriate times? <br \/><br \/>Licking suddenly parched lips, Fletcher struggled to remember what had been said before just nodding, speaking somewhat absently. \"Yeah... Let's get on that, okay, Brother?\" Brother, brother, brother, <i>brother<\/i>. He shouldn't be looking at Russell like that, tracing out the contours of his elder's body, watch as muscles moved beneath skin-- Uh-oh. Flushing he went to give his elder a light push toward the door, keeping his head tucked down. \"Come on, Russell! Let's hurry and finish so we can head into town!\"<br \/><br \/>Fletcher didn't give his brother much time to finish that sentence as he pushed him out the door and looked around the garden, heading to the patch Russell had mentioned to get to work. Hopefully he could keep his eyes off him while his brother worked. God, he didn't need anything embarrassing to happen, now of all times. Stupid thoughts... stupid <i>body<\/i>.<br \/><br \/>Russell laughed as Fletcher eagerly pushed him outside. He followed Fletcher over to the flowers and the weeds that needed pulling and got down on his knees. Fletcher was next to him as he reached into the clumps of yellow flowers. They were weeds, Russell knew, but he hated to pull them as they actually were not ugly as most other weeds often were. However, if they weren't pulled, Russell knew, they would spread through the garden and waste the soil's nutrients, leaving nothing for the tulips, lilies, irises, and other flowers he and Fletcher had chosen for their garden.<br \/><br \/>As he pulled up the weeds, Russell came across a dandelion clock, which, unlike the flowers, had hundreds of seeds with white feathers fanning out all around. Carefully, he pulled it out of the ground and handed it to Fletcher. \"Here, Fletch. If you make a wish and then manage to blow all these seeds off in one breath, your wish will come true. Have you ever heard of that before? Well, anyway, go ahead and make a wish,\" he said.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher glanced over at Russell, smiling brightly. \"Really, Russell? Hmm...\" Pausing thoughtfully, the boy took it, eyeing it. He knew that... it was probably silly, but Fletcher debated on what to wish for, and though he could have easily wished for these feelings to stop for his brother, he wished instead for Russel to love him as well, to return every feeling whole-heartedly, so they could live the rest of their lives together, needing only each other.<br \/><br \/>Sappy and silly, but taking a breath, Fletcher blew the seeds off. Smiling as he watched them drift in the air he gave a proud grin. \"Mm, hope I get my wish!\" And another fond look to Russell. He really... did. However wrong, however immoral, he just... couldn't help it. He loved his big brother. He was entirely in love with him. Even if things didn't work out, Fletcher convinced himself it was fine. He could be content with staying next to Russell... though it would probably kill him if his brother ever wanted a girlfriend or to marry.<br \/><br \/>For now though, Fletcher went back to weeding. \"Mm, we'll be finished in no time, huh? Then we can go get washed up if you want.\"<br \/><br \/>\"Sure thing, Fletcher, thanks for your help,\" Russell said, going back to his weeding. Glancing over now and then, Fletcher's face radiated a hopeful happiness that made Russell wonder what it was his brother had wished for. He felt tempted to ask, but instead said, \"I hope your wish comes true too.\" By the expression on his brother's face, it seemed at least to have been a good wish that his brother hoped to come true- perhaps one day Russell would know what it was.<br \/><br \/>In the meantime, they were almost done with the weeding, only a few dandelions left. Then they were gone too and Russell stood and yawned. He wiped his hand across his slightly damp forehead. \"Well, I'm glad that's done,\" he said, returning back inside and heading toward the bathroom, picking up his shirt on the way in. \"Now for a quick shower and we can go to Xenotime.\" Russell stopped and turned around, smiling softly at his brother. \"Thanks for all your help, Fletcher.\"<br \/><br \/><i>I hope it does, too, Russell.<\/i>. When they were finished with the weeds, Fletcher stood up, stretched, and followed his elder inside. He nodded when Russell began toward the bathroom, offering a smile. \"Mm, all right. I'm going to get washed up a bit in the sink. I'll wait for you by the door!\"<br \/><br \/>Silly as that wish had been, Fletcher felt... strangeful hopeful that maybe it would come true. It was childish, probably, but he couldn't bring himself to care just yet. Washing up in the sink, Fletcher was soon standing by the door, slipping his jacket on since he figured Russell would be along any minute.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher was waiting by the door when Russell emerged from his bedroom, a towel draped over his damp hair. \"I'll be ready in a minute,\" he told him, then vigorously rubbed his hair dry. He dropped the towel in the hamper in the closet, then grabbed his coat and shrugged it on. There was a mirror on the inside of the door; Russell adjusted his hair, combing his bangs in front of his face, as though pulling down the curtains to a window. The hair was protection of a sort, protecting Russell from the rest of the world, he felt. Not that Xenotime was a bad place to be parentless; it was much better than other parts of the country, for sure. But the fact of the matter was, Russell was only fourteen years old and living all on his own.<br \/><br \/>Russell turned around and saw Fletcher still waiting patiently by the door. His brother had been watching him, probably impatient to get going, though he started when Russell looked over at him suddenly. Their eyes met and inwardly, Russell smiled. Well, he wasn't completely alone, he thought, closing the closet door and walking towards the front door. After all, he had Fletcher, and that wouldn't change, at least not for a long time, he thought. Russell patted Fletcher's head, then opened the door and stepped outside. \"Let's go, Fletcher.\"<br \/><br \/>Fletcher smiled at his elder and nodded. \"Mm, yeah, let's go!\" Slipping his hands into his pockets, mostly to resist the urge to take Russell's hand in his own, the younger boy followed him out, gazing around and taking in the country as they made their way into town. \"It's a nice day out...\"<br \/><br \/>Fletcher tried to keep his eyes from drifting to Russell too very much, not wanting to concentrate too much on how handsome he looked when the sun hit him just right, or how much he wanted to run his fingers through the other's hair, press it away from his face so he could see both of those beautiful eyes looking at him... Why couldn't he stopped these thoughts?! Pouting a bit, Fletcher's gaze found the road again. He was determined not to bring it back up until either the thoughts stopped or they were in town and in the grocery store.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher was awfully quiet on their walk into town, but Russell didn't mind. He imagined his brother was merely enjoying the fresh air, as was Russell. Spring was here, and it was no more beautiful than here in Xenotime. Russell had always loved nature and so he enjoyed the walk to town in silence.<br \/><br \/>When they reached the grocery store in town, they still got a few stares and odd looks. Not all were hostile, per say, but they had tricked the townspeople of Xenotime into believing in a pair of false Elric brothers who had promised to help the town prosper. And despite not having the Philosopher's Stone, the town was getting back on its feet, as it were. Still, there was some resentment towards the Tringham brothers, even now months later.<br \/><br \/>\"Good afternoon,\" Russell greeted the shop owner as they entered. He at least would try to be friendly, for Fletcher's sake. He knew how his brother hated conflict and unnecessary confrontations.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher pouted, shifting slightly at the frosty gazes fixing on them. He... didn't like those, no. He felt uncomfortable with the resentment that still lingered for them, but it was understandable. With Russell trying to be friendly though, Fletcher felt a bit more comfortable as he moved through the aisles, helping his big brother pluck things from the shelves. He could almost forget about the glares and distasteful looks they got from certain shoppers. <br \/><br \/>Grocery shopping was never very 'fun', but even the most mundane acts were enjoyable with Russell. Fletcher stayed close, several times wishing to reach out and take his elder's hand, but refrained. He was a bit too old for that now... It would look weird and he doubted they needed any more attention drawn to themselves.<br \/><br \/>By the time they had finished what they needed to do in town and headed home, Fletcher's mood had visibly picked up, despite all the glares they got. He talked more on the way back, about their garden or anything else that came to mind and kept his thoughts from straying to anything... innappropriate. By the time dinner had been had and night had come around, signaling it was time for sleep, Fletcher was practically beaming.<br \/><br \/>Today had been great, after all. After a shower, changing into his pajamas, the younger Tringham went to say good night to Russell, who he assumed was still sitting in the living room. \"Mm, Russell?\" he called out, peeking in to see if he was on the couch or not.<br \/><br \/>Overall, the day had been pleasent: he got to spend time with Fletcher, which was always nice, and then when they had stopped by to see Belsio, he offered them plenty more fruit- lemons mostly- than they could ever hope to eat. They had discussed the garden in the back of the Tringhams' house, the flowers that were blooming already and what would also look nice in their lawn. Yes, overall, a very good day.<br \/><br \/>Russell glanced up from the book he was reading when he heard his name. Fletcher was standing in the doorway, already in his pajamas and ready for bed, it seemed. \"Hey Fletcher, time for bed?\" he asked.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher settled against the doorframe, just watching his brother for a moment before giving a nod when he spoke again. \"Mhm. I'm getting sleepy...\" Stretching out with a tiny yawn, Fletcher moved into the living room and to Russel's side, resting his chin on the older boy's shoulder as he peered down at what he was reading briefly.<br \/><br \/>\"You should come to bed soon, too, Russell. We have more work to do in the garden tomorrow, you could use the rest.\" A brief pause before Fletcher turned his head, intending on giving Russell a brief peck on the cheek good-night-- the only real kiss he could get away with right now--before he shuffled off to bed for what would hopefully be pleasant dreams of his brother.<br \/><br \/>\"I suppose you're right, Fletcher,\" Russell said, turning his head to look up at his brother. What he hadn't realized was that just as he turned his head his brother had been leaning forward to kiss him goodnight. Instead of getting Russell's cheek as had been intended, Fletcher's kiss fell on his brother's lips. <br \/><br \/>Russell froze when they kissed. He was trapped by the chair, unable to pull away from Fletcher and this...little accident. It was, after all, just an accident, nothing to get worried about, Russell reassured himself.<br \/><br \/>Only...only Fletcher wasn't moving away.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher's eyes widened as his lips missed their intended target only to wind up somewhere... infinitely more thrilling. A low noise escaped his throat, but the younger Tringham was able to convince himself away. This was... just as he imagined. Russell's lips were so soft and his brother smelled so nice, just like their garden. <br \/><br \/>But just as he was pressing in deeper to the contact, reality came crashing in, sickeningly twisting his stomach. Squeaking again in surprise, Fletcher pulled away from the kiss, wide eyed. Oh, God, Russell would know - would <i>know<\/i> - that he enjoyed it, had wanted to do it. That his baby brother was sick and disgusting...<br \/><br \/>\"B-Brother!\" He breathed, eyes still wide as eyes shamefully fell to the floor. \"I'm so sorry, Russell!\"<br \/><br \/>What else was there to say?<br \/><br \/>Russell couldn't believe it, wouldn't believe it, refused...no. Because not only had Fletcher not flinched at the kiss, he'd...god, <i>no<\/i>, had tried to deepen it, pressed closer before jumping back with surprise. His apology as he did so was even more prove that...that...but, <i>no<\/i>...<br \/><br \/>There was no way. No way in heaven or in hell that Fletcher...that he...loved him...Russell valiantly managed to control his instinctive look of disgust at the mere idea of incest, of him and Fletcher, being...like that.<br \/><br \/>The way Fletcher stared at the floor, as though willing it to swallow him whole only confirmed it in Russell's mind. He really did feel like that...gross. Incest was wrong, immoral, disgusting, Russell's racing mind reminded him. And if Fletcher felt more-than-brotherly love towards him, that made Fletcher disgusting...<br \/><br \/>No, Fletcher was...still Fletcher. Fletcher was his brother, his companion, his friend. Fletcher was all he had, the only family he had left. Russell decided that he couldn't let something like this tear that apart, and so...so Russell gave him an out.<br \/><br \/>\"Sorry for what, Fletcher?\" he asked.  <i>Nothing<\/i> Russell chanted in his head.  <i>Just tell me that it's nothing, and then we can forget all about this and get back to our lives...<\/i><br \/><br \/>Fletcher sniffed, bringing up a hand to wipe at the tears forming and slipping down his cheeks. Russell was going to hate him now, wasn't he? And he was so tempted to say 'Nothing', so they could pretend to go back to normal, but that couldn't happen, could it? No, because there would always be the memory of that kiss that his brother wouldn't be able to forget and that made the younger sibling long for more.<br \/><br \/>\"For what I did! I'm so, so sorry! I know... that I'm disgusting!\" Fletcher only cried harder then. He was, so awful and disgusting. What a wretched younger sibling. \"E-Even my wish today- was for this! Please don't hate me, Brother!\" <br \/><br \/>His throat was constricting and his heart was pounding so fiercely that that was all he could hear in his ears. Fletcher had to get away before Russell got angry, started screaming and calling him exactly what he deserved. Pushed him out on the street. Spinning on his feet, Fletcher ran off to his bedroom where he locked the door and buried under the blankets. Sleep wouldn't come, he was trembling too much... too angry and disappointed in himself.<br \/><br \/>He'd ruined everything...<br \/><br \/>Russell could not move for what seemed forever, too much in shock over this. Over...what Fletcher felt, what Fletcher feared, and the impossible decision he had left Russell to make. On the one hand he could throw Fletcher from their home, claiming he didn't need his brother's disgusting desires and that until he found a way to get over them, he would be exiled, cut off, forsaken. On the other hand, this was <i>their<\/i> home, and for Russell, home was where the heart was, and he did love Fletcher, and if Fletcher loved him more, what could he do about that? As long as...as long as Fletcher didn't <i>force<\/i> it on him, Russell supposed it...was okay...<br \/><br \/>He groaned and buried his face in his hands. What was he thinking? Fletcher had clearly kept this to himself for awhile, and what kind of brother would Russell be to ask him to ignore his heart? God, what to do, Russell wondered, his eyes closed in frustration. Ever since their work with the red water, Russell went out of his way to be the good big brother Edward was, the kind of brother up until that time he had failed to be. What, then, would a \"good\" big brother do in this situation? He tried to imagine what Ed would do if Al confessed to loving him in a more than brotherly way. Would Ed scorn him, abandon him? If not, would he pretend the feelings weren't there and cause Alphonse continued hurt? Or would he...<br \/><br \/>Russell stood from his chair and made his way down the hall to Fletcher's bedroom, knocking softly on the door, then trying the knob, which was locked. Sighing, Russell retrieved the key to his brother's room from a box in the closet in the hall. He felt a little like he was intruding on Fletcher's privacy, but the issue at hand needed to be dealt with immediately.<br \/><br \/>The room was dark, though through the open window a full moon poured its silver light into the room and across the bed, where Fletcher lay huddled under the covers, his face to the wall. Faintly, Russell thought he could make out the sound of forlorn sobbing, muffled by the blankets. He quietly made his way across the room and sat down on the bed beside his brother, then reached out a hand and placed it on a quivering shoulder. \"Fletcher, we need to talk,\" Russell said. \"I need to know how long you've felt...like this. How long you've...loved me?\" And, swallowing, he added the first of many lies to come. \"I need to know, because...<br \/><br \/>\"...I think I know how you feel.\"<br \/><br \/>Fletcher froze when the door opened, fully prepared for Russell to throw him out, to call him every name he deserved to be. But... then his big brother did something... entirely unexpected. When a hand grasped his shoulder lightly and said-- No, that was too good to be true. Russell couldn't possible love him in this same, sinful, way, could he?<br \/><br \/>Pushing himself up slowly, sniffing back tears, he chanced a hopeful look to Russell. \"W-What? Do you... do you mean that?\" His voice sounded weak, almost timid. What if he took it back? Tossed him out onto the streets? Looking down tiredly, Fletcher clutched the blankets in his hands, trying to think back that far. \"Before... before we even met the Elrics, I think,\" he finally confessed.<br \/><br \/>\"What do you mean... you know how I feel, Russell?\" His tone held the slightest bit of hope. Maybe his wish had come true, after all...?<br \/><br \/>Russell almost could not say it, the words that would dry Fletcher's tears and cause him to smile again. But it was for the sake of that smile that he did. \"I...I'm not quite sure, to be honest,\" he admitted. \"However, there is a chance...I might...lo-feel that way too.\"<br \/><br \/>Russell turned his face away; even through the dark, he didn't want Fletcher to see the lie in his eyes, the hidden horror at what he was admitting to. \"I...was admittedly surprised when you confessed your feelings tonight. I couldn't believe that you possibly could...feel like that about me.\" That's right, he told himself. Take on all the blame and guilt that Fletcher must be feeling; cast it on himself. Looking up, Russell reached a hand up to wipe away Fletcher's tears.<br \/><br \/>\"I was thinking...hoping that we could go slow? Until I understand all that I am feeling.\" Fletcher's face was filled with hope at his words, and Russell couldn't stand seeing that, knew it made him happy, yet knowing that he was deceiving his little brother to feel that way. So Russell pulled Fletcher into a hug so he wouldn't have to see that anymore. \"Perhaps...would it be all right if...I stayed here, with you, tonight?\" Russell whispered into Fletcher's ear, trying to imagine that it was someone else's ear, someone else's bed...<br \/><br \/>Fletcher's face brightened at the confession. He was getting everything he'd ever wanted! Oh, it was such a wonderful feeling... and when Russell scooped him up, spoke into his ear, the younger Tringham nodded, letting out a relieved breath. \"Yes, Brother. Oh, of course! I want you to stay...\" Sighing, he nuzzled warmly into his brother, eyes drifiting shut as arms encircled him.<br \/><br \/>\"Mnn, love you so much.\"<br \/><br \/>How did he get so lucky? And he didn't mind taking things slow at all... so long as his beloved big brother was giving him this chance, professed to feeling the same. Almost purring in contentment, Fletcher let his eyes drift shut, tangling with the elder of the two. \"Mm... I'm so happy.\"<br \/><br \/>And right in that moment, tangled in Russell's arms, Fletcher was. Nothing could be better than this.<br \/><br \/><center>+++<\/center><br \/><br \/>Two weeks had passed since that wonderful day. Two brilliant, wonderful weeks. Fletcher had never thought it would be so wonderful, to have these desires accepted by Russell, returned. They hadn't done much in the way of touching, but so long as they were together, that Fletcher knew his big brother was his and didn't have eyes for others they passed on the streets... then it was fine. <br \/><br \/>But he was a growing, twelve year old boy... who got to curl up next to his object of affection more often than not. It was only a matter of time until those showers where he shyly touched himself, tucked away from Russell, were simply... not quite enough to keep his thoughts from wandering. Especially in sleep.&nbsp; <br \/><br \/>Fletcher rolled to his back, groaning, face flushed and skin already slightly damped as he arched beneath the imaginary hands of his big brother.&nbsp; \"Mm, Russell,\" he practically purred, shuddering. He could almost feel those lips against his own, against his neck and chest, hands trailing ever downwards, coaxing such brilliant sensations out of him. \"B-Brother!\" he moaned, breath picking up. It was obvious, with one look at how the young Tringham was squirming in his sleep, sporting an obvious arousal, and listening to the coos and moans he made, just what his dream consisted of.<br \/><br \/>For the past two weeks, Russell had been forced to play pretend, because he really hadn't thought this through, because he was trying to atone for the past, because...<br \/><br \/>Well, hell, he just hated to see Fletcher look sad. So for the past two weeks, he held Fletcher's hand when they walked through town, though he convinced himself it was only as brothers and that Fletcher...just didn't want to get lost. Which, of course, was the almost truth; rather, Fletcher did not want to lose <i>him<\/i>. But Russell pretended that wasn't the case. Just as Russell pretended every night as they cuddled together in Fletcher's bed that there was a storm outside and that Fletcher was scared and that was all. But the only storm was the one in Russell's heart.<br \/><br \/>Thankfully, Fletcher had not asked for a kiss yet, respecting that his brother wanted to \"take things slow\" which really meant do things that he could twist to be innocent, that he could convince himself was not wrong. He feared what would happen when Fletcher wanted more, demanded that Russell know what his feelings were...because that would be the day he would have to break his little brother's heart.<br \/><br \/>Though by the sounds Fletcher was making as Russell woke up in the middle of the night, that day was approaching sooner than he could have liked. His brother lay beside him in bed and he was...<i>moaning<\/i>, arching his back as though under the beloved touch of imaginary hands. Russell sat up in bed and watched with a mixture of fascination and embarrassment, until his name fell from his brother's lips, an elongated cry of pleasure and love and passion. He blushed, his eyes wide in horror. Fletcher was dreaming about him...and not only that, he was dreaming about having...<i>sex<\/i> with him! What was even worse was that Russell's half awake mind was slightly turned on by Fletcher's flushed face, his soft moaning, and how obviously aroused his dream made him. Russell cursed his own half-erection, cursed hormones, and cursed God most of all, for making Fletcher this way. Didn't his brother deserve to be normal? he silently begged.<br \/><br \/>And yet...here was Russell, in his little brother's bed, watching him ride the waves of an erotic incestuous dream, encouraging his abnormality. He shook his head. If Fletcher were to be normal, deserved that much, then what was he doing here? No, Russell realized, this had to stop, he had to stop playing pretend. He had to grow up, and so did Fletcher. <br \/><br \/>Russell slipped out of the bed just as Fletcher cried out for him.  <i>\"B-brother!\"<\/i>  Russell ignored him as he stepped out of the room and into the hallway, and back to his own cold, safe bed.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher woke to an empty bed that morning, but he didn't seem to think it suspicious. Russell always woke earlier. Stretching himself and smiling at the memory of his dream, the younger Tringham rolled out of bed and got into the shower. It had been <i>two<\/i> weeks. Surely his brother was ready for a kiss, right? Fletcher didn't think he could <i>wait<\/i> anymore to taste those lips. Just the thought of what they might feel or taste like sent a tingle down his spine.<br \/><br \/>He decided then that he'd ask Russel for a kiss. Just a simple kiss. As soon as he could. Once he was freshened up, Fletcher went into the kitchen for breakfast, entering with a cheery \"Good-morning, Russell!\" Today was going to be perfect.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher, after all, had no reason to suspect his elder to be lying. Why would Russell lie about loving him, after all?<br \/><br \/>When Fletcher walked into the kitchen with an extra bounce in his step, cheerfully greeting Russell with a grin, Russell couldn't help thinking that his brother was unusually happy this morning. Rather, unusual compared to Fletcher from two weeks ago, but now that he believed Russell to love him, this happy Fletcher was the norm. Though Russell couldn't help wonder if last night's dream had anything to do with this morning's cheerfulness...Russell bowed his blushing head and closed his eyes. He would not let himself think about that...about what his brother dreamed about...<br \/><br \/>Composing his flushing face, Russell picked up two warm plates of food and placed them on the table, where he joined Fletcher. Today would be normal, just another string of little white lies to be told, and nothing would change, and Fletcher would continue to smile, while Russell died a little inside.<br \/><br \/>\"Good morning, Fletcher,\" he said.  \"What would you like to do today?\"<br \/><br \/>Fletcher flashed a smile to the elder, shrugging. \"Mm, I'm not sure. What do you want to do today, Russell? We probably need to tend to the garden a bit, huh?\" <br \/><br \/>The younger Tringham was... very happy. The happiest he could recall ever being. He had his big brother, in every way. It might be 'wrong' in the eyes of others, to feel that way... but that didn't matter when his brother accepted it, wanted it. And soon, they'd have their first kiss-- Russell must be yearning for it too, right? Sighing contentedly, he continued to pick at his breakfast. \"Mm, hey? Why don't we just stay around the house today? We can just... relax, okay?\"<br \/><br \/>And maybe tonight, when they were cozy on the couch, maybe with a fire going, he could finally ask his elder for that kiss. Fletcher was willing to wait on the rest, but he couldn't keep denying that one want.<br \/><br \/>Gardening. Well, that sounded safe enough. And it did need weeding...Russell nodded. \"You're right, we do need to take care of the garden and today looks like it would be the perfect day for that.\" Staying in the house, all alone with Fletcher, on the other hand...in public, his brother couldn't try anything overtly non-brotherly, but in the comfort and safety of their own home, who knew? After all, it had been two weeks, and if last night was anything to go by, Fletcher clearly wanted more out of this relationship...but Russell frowned slightly at the thought. He would cross that bridge when he came to it.<br \/><br \/>\"Sure, Fletcher, whatever you like.  Relaxation sounds like a good idea.\"<br \/><br \/>Fletcher finished his breakfast soon enough, unable to help but steal a few glances at his sibling almost longingly. He must be... seriously messed up, if the sight of lips parting to take in food made him want to whine and ask his brother to give him that kiss <i>now<\/i>. But that could come later tonight, when they were both relaxed. He couldn't wait. To finally feel those lips against his and taste Russell would be amazing; nearly drove him insane with the desire to just get on with it.<br \/><br \/>Most of the day they spent outside in the garden, sometimes weeding, but mostly just lying out in the sun and relaxing, a gentle breeze blowing that countered the otherwise merciless sun overhead. And Russell did a lot of thinking about Fletcher. Now, Fletcher was in love with him, he knew that, and he would do almost anything to make Fletcher happy. And if believing that Russell returned his feelings made him happy- as the past two weeks proved it did- then Russell would pretend for as much as he could.<br \/><br \/>Which meant...which meant if Fletcher wanted a kiss, which it was inevitable he would, then Russell would kiss him. Russell would kiss him, or die trying, even if something inside him cowered at the thought. Anything for Fletcher...<br \/><br \/>Though Russell never asked why he felt this way; he just knew that it was his responsibility to take care of them both, in the only way he knew how.<br \/><br \/>That evening, after a dinner as relaxing as the rest of the day, Russell sank lazily into the cusions on the couch, closing his eyes and inviting a light sleep to come over him. It was interrupted, however, by a warm body curling up next to him on the couch, a soft head resting on his shoulder.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher practically purred as he curled himself up on the couch next to his brother. The day had been... just so perfect. Everyday had been since that accidental kiss. If it was in his nature, maybe the younger boy would have been suspicious of this... of this working out too easily, but he preferred the optimistic view. Laughing softly to himself, the younger boy tipped his head up to gaze at Russell who... looked so handsome, it was almost breathtaking. <br \/><br \/>\"Hey, Brother...?\" He began, shyly. \"You know when you had me make a wish that wish a couple weeks ago? I... didn't really believe it would come true, but it did. I've been so happy, too. I was ready for you- for you to hate me.\" A sheepish look. He was sorry now, for ever thinking his own sibling could hate or be disgusted with him.<br \/><br \/>\"The past weeks have been like a dream. I- I've been so happy, Russell, but I was wondering if...\" Fletcher couldn't help the way his cheeks burned bright red as he gave a shy look upward, locking on Russell's eyes. He didn't know if he had the courage to ask what he wanted or not, but Fletcher was trying... trying to be brave. Adjusting himself so that he was just a bit nearer, face closer so it would be easier for his sibling to close the distance. \"You... if you'd kiss me? I really want to, Russell... and we're... together, right? Don't you want to kiss me?\" Cheeks flushed deeper when his voice squeaked on his question.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher was nervous, so very nervous... though for what reason, he couldn't tell. Russell wanted this too, right?<br \/><br \/>Fletcher was...admittedly cute with a blush covering his cheeks. But the fact that Fletcher thought Russell could hate him made him frown, and his heart ache a little. While, yes, it wasn't natural for Fletcher to feel the way he did, Russell would never hate Fletcher for those feelings. He opened his eyes and parted his lips, about to reassure Fletcher that he would never hate him, no matter how sick and twisted his yearning for Russell became, when Fletcher plunged on and asked...asked for...<br \/><br \/>...a kiss...<br \/><br \/>Russell stared down at his brother for a moment, unsure what to do. Would he really give his first kiss away to his brother? ...Did he really have a choice? If he wanted to keep up this facade, if he wanted to keep that smile on Fletcher's face, then there was only one thing he could do. So Russell brought a hand up to cup Fletcher's face and, with only the slightest hesitation, brought their lips close, frighteningly close and...and...Russell couldn't do it. But just a breath later, Russell tilted his brother's chin up, and they were kissing.<br \/><br \/>Fletcher noticed the hesitation, but it was marked off as nervousness. After all, he was nervous, too... Who wouldn't be? This was their first kiss. He waited patiently, gazing up nervously at his elder, until lips pressed to his. An almost electric thrill went through his nerves, drawing out a tiny, pleased noise. This was... perfect. So perfect. Eyes drifting shut, Fletcher pressed into the kiss, returning it as best he could with his lack of experience. <br \/><br \/>Wrapping arms around Russell's shoulders, Fletcher was content to stay locked in that blissful moment, lips sealed in a kiss. When the older boy finally did pull away, his younger sibling fixed him with a hazy, content smile. \"Mm... I love you so much, Brother.\" <br \/><br \/>And Fletcher didn't know the way his elder didn't want this, thought it disgusting or depraved of his baby brother to feel this way, or he might have thought twice about calling him 'Brother' after such an intimate act. Or better yet, might have been ashamed of himself for asking for that at all, for letting his brother lead him on.<br \/><br \/><i>\"Mm...I love you so much, Brother.\"<\/i><br \/><br \/>And Russell couldn't do it, couldn't echo Fletcher's words, though whether it was the use of the word \"Brother\" or the look in his hazy happy eyes that made Russell pull away, he wasn't sure. Either way, he knew he could not do this to Fletcher, not anymore, not before it was too late. Better break him now, he realized, rather than lead him on, only to wait until later. Until Fletcher asked for even more, when the day when Fletcher would invite him into his bed and discover that Russell had been lying all this time.<br \/><br \/>He shouldn't even have kissed- no, should never have lied about possibly having feelings in the first place. He should have told Fletcher from the beginning that he thought he was sick, that he thought he was depraved, and that there would never be a time when Russell could love him like that. He should have said it then...he had to say it now.<br \/><br \/>\"I...I'm sorry, Fletcher,\" Russell whispered, getting off the sofa and pulling away, his shoulders bowed in shame. \"...I lied. I...can't love you the way you want. I'm...so sorry...\"<br \/><br \/>And why, oh why did his heart want to beg forgiveness right now? Because it knew that Fletcher's heart would break and nothing...nothing could put it together again.<br \/><br \/>To be continued in part 2!&nbsp; And if you would like to follow this RP, here's the address: <a href=\"http:\/\/fmayaoiforum.proboards102.com\/index.cgi?board=fmayaoirp&amp;action=display&amp;thread=1165824516&amp;page=1\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\">RussellxFletcher<\/a> <br \/><br \/>We appreciate reviews and comments, so feel free to tell us what you thought.&nbsp; Thank you!<a name='cutid1-end'><\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33853.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fletcher","rpg","russell","tringhamcest","chiron"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33722.html","pubDate":"Fri, 05 Jan 2007 05:00:31 GMT","title":"Dexterity","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33722.html","description":"This be my&nbsp;<span  class=\"ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     \"  data-ljuser=\"fma_fuh_q\" lj:user=\"fma_fuh_q\" ><a href=\"https:\/\/fma-fuh-q.livejournal.com\/profile\/\"  target=\"_self\"  class=\"i-ljuser-profile\" ><img  class=\"i-ljuser-userhead\"  src=\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/community.png?v=556&v=915\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/fma-fuh-q.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"i-ljuser-username\"   target=\"_self\"   ><b>fma_fuh_q<\/b><\/a><\/span> fic for the month of December (yes, I know it's January!!) and my pairing was...Jean Havoc x His Hand.<br \/><br \/>.............<br \/><br \/><i>What?&nbsp; <\/i><br \/><br \/>Anyway, feel free to read, if you want.&nbsp; It's...not that good, but...<br \/><br \/>Dexterity<br \/><br \/><i>\u201cOh, Jean, I didn\u2019t know you could play the piano!\u201d<\/i><br \/><br \/>Well, nobody did, he thought as he sat down on the bench, slouching.  Of course tonight had been just one more rejection to add to his long history of \u201cworld\u2019s worst luck with women.\u201d   Of course Mustang had been the reason, yet again.  And of course Jean found himself alone once more, faced with a long night in a cold, empty bed, with only tomorrow to look forward to.  He sighed.  What had he done to deserve this?  It wasn\u2019t that he was bad looking, or that he was a jerk, or even that he was boring.  Hell, who could be when they worked for Colonel Roy Mustang?<br \/><br \/>Colonel-fucking-Mustang.  That was the problem: while Havoc wasn\u2019t \u201cbad-looking\u201d, Mustang was handsome; and though Jean wasn\u2019t a jerk, Roy was charming.  And while Jean worked for Mustang, Roy was Mustang, and\u2026and dammit, how could he compete against that?!<br \/><br \/>Not to say he hadn\u2019t tried; Jean even learned how to play the piano in his efforts of wooing a woman.  Unfortunately, he\u2019d never gotten the chance to put the skill to use\u2026Absently, Jean placed his hands on the smooth white keys and began to play, not paying attention much to the music he was making.<br \/><br \/>What a pity that he never had the chance to play for someone, he thought as his fingers danced across the keys.  Though, he had to admit that he was pretty good, able to play a few songs without music or even looking at his hands.  It was fascinating to watch his hands fly over the keys, knowing the music that was filling the room was created by himself, and Jean found that he was doing just that, filled with a detached wonder at his hand\u2019s talent.  As though these weren\u2019t his hands at all, but someone else playing, just for his enjoyment.<br \/><br \/>And\u2026dammit, Jean thought as he felt his blood rushing through his veins, why the fuck was he getting excited just watching his hands playing the piano???  Ok, he hadn\u2019t seen much action in\u2026a while, but still!  Was he really that horny that a little piano music could get a standing ovation out of him, as it were?  In a gesture of shame and embarrassment, Jean tore his pants open and shoved his hand down them, letting the other rest on top of the keys.  \u201cLet\u2019s just get this over with,\u201d he thought, his hand curling around his cock.<br \/><br \/>Determined to take care of his arousal as fast as possible, he started to pump his erection, his hand growing slick and sweaty as he moved it up and down his pulsating member.  Jean closed his eyes and willed himself to think of someone, anyone, that would help pushing him toward the edge\u2026<br \/><br \/>But no one came to mind, only the image of his hands flowing over the piano keys, delicate, graceful, full of care and love for the music they were making.  He bit down on his lip as he felt a groan try to escape.  What the hell?  Why was that turning him on so much?  He tightened his hands in sexual frustration, and a jarring sound came from the piano.  Opening his eyes, Jean found his other hand clenching the edge of the piano, a few of his fingers pushing down on the keys.  That wouldn\u2019t do, he thought, lifting his hand and commencing a one-handed melody.  His other hand, the one wrapped around his cock, paused in its movement as the music filled the room again.<br \/><br \/>The song was light and whimsical and gradually, Jean released the tight grip on his cock, his hand and fingers mimicking the music with equally light and delicate touches over his sensitive flesh.  He rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading the precum around, then moved his fingers to the base of his member, rubbing it softly.  His other hand, the one playing the piano, paused as he shivered at the caresses gently dancing over him, then began again, this time with an underlying hint of urgency that was immediately taken up by the hand down his pants.  Higher and higher the music rose, a great crescendo building louder and louder, while inside him, Jean felt closer and closer to the edge, a pressure building up inside him that longed to be released, to just let go and fall forever\u2026<br \/><br \/>And then, the music crested into a wave of glory, just as his orgasm washed over him, a drawn-out moan mingling with the music as he came.  Jean slouched at the piano for a moment afterwards, the song slowly dying as he regained his senses.  Havoc pulled himself together, wiping his sticky hand against his pants, and letting his other hand fall to his side.<br \/><br \/>Jean glanced from one hand to the other.  Then, he groaned.  How pathetic was this?  That he was so lonely and\u2026deprived that his hands turned him on?<br \/><br \/>But they weren\u2019t just ordinary hands.  They were very talented, he decided.  They had a grace, and a tender, delicate touch, that could bring pleasure to him, whatever they did.  Whether it was play the piano or jerking off on a lonely night such as this one, they were reliable.<br \/><br \/>\u2026which sounded completely lame, Jean decided, so he stood up from the piano and walked into his bedroom, lighting up on the way there.  He took a long drag on his cigarette, and found himself staring at his hand again, and how elegantly it held the fag between his fingers.  His long, slender fingers balanced the cigarette so nicely, that he couldn\u2019t help but admire them for a minute.<br \/><br \/>\u201c\u2026shit,\u201d Jean muttered.  \u201cNot again.\u201d  He put the cigarette out, a scowl on his face, and then made his way to the bathroom.  \u201cWhat do I have to do, start wearing gloves or something?\u201d he asked himself as he snuck his hand back down his pants.  And as his hand curled back around his half-erect member, Havoc couldn\u2019t help thinking that, fuck, he should have never learned piano.<br \/><br \/>The End&lt;\/div&gt;","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33722.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fuhq","havoc","fic","fma"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33355.html","pubDate":"Wed, 03 Jan 2007 05:53:42 GMT","title":"Icon Post for the New Year!!","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33355.html","description":"Yes that's right, I have MORE ICONS.&nbsp; It's because I...couldn't help myself.&nbsp; *is ashamed* But anyway, I love them all, so please enjoy!<br \/><br \/>General\/ Non-pairing:<br \/><br \/>1. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/rain.jpg\" alt=\"\" fetchpriority=\"high\" \/> 2. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/rain1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 3. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/pain.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 4. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/edcrycolor1.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 5. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/allmylife1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>6. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/starsmakeawish.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 7. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/stars.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 8. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/pain1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 9. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/royeyepathmovie.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 10.<img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/royeyepathmovietext.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>11.<img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/thatwhichislost.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 12. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/nocure.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 13. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/yoursolidground.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 14. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/emperortext.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 15. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/emperorinvincible.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>16.<img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/kittyedheart.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 17. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/kittyedheart1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 18. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/kittyedsmp.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 19. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/kittyedsmptext.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 20. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/ibeseme2.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>21.<img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/fucknotwitch.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 22. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/soodead.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 23. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/dedz.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 24. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/fuckno.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 25. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/bich.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Elricest:<br \/><br \/>26. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/wineedyellow.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 27. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/wineedyellowtext.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 28. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/wineandsugar.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 29. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/winealoutline1text.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 30. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/wineallight.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>31. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/armkiss.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 32. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/armkisstext.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 33. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/churainbow.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 34. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/edalkissbluecircles.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 35. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/edalkissbluecircles1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Banners:<br \/><br \/>1. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/mywordsbannerWIP.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>2. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/blueedyearningtofly.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>3. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/edandalmoviebannerpinktext.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>4. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/edandalmoviebannerpinktext2.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>5. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/FMA\/edandalmoviebannerpinktext3.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Death Note:<br \/><br \/>36. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/lightapplecross1text1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 37. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/lightanddark.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 38. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/kira.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 39. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/lightregular.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 40. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/lightapple.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>41. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/originalsin.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 42. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/takemyhand.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 43. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/takemyhand1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 44. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/watchingyou.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/><br \/>Ouran High School Host Club:<br \/><br \/>45. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/twinsred.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 46. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/rose.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 47. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/kyoya.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 48. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/princeofdarkness.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 49. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/princeofdarkness1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Banner: <br \/><br \/>6. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/hoorahbannernewyear07.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Wolf's Rain:<br \/><br \/>50. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/valsedelalune1border1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 51. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/inmyarms.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 52. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/inmyarmsblue.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Kyo Kara Maoh!<br \/><br \/>53. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/iconB.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Random:<br \/><br \/>54. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/booookstext.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 55. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons2\/sunsettrees.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Happy New Year!!","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/33355.html?view=comments#comments","category":["ouran","death note","icons","wolf's rain","fma"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/30407.html","pubDate":"Mon, 13 Nov 2006 03:38:08 GMT","title":"Icons!!!! 75, plus 2 color bars and 5 wallpapers!","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/30407.html","description":"SO.&nbsp; Icons.&nbsp; I made 'em, have nothing better to do but to share 'em, so enjoy!&nbsp; I had lots of fun making them, so enjoy!<br \/><br \/>Fullmetal Alchemist: 30<br \/>1. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/Altearssuchasangelsweep.jpg\" alt=\"\" fetchpriority=\"high\" \/> 2. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/darkillume.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 3. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/darkillumegrey.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 4. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/darkensthestreet.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 5. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/darkensthestreetwoutborder.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> <br \/><br \/>6. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/edflowers.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 7. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/foreverlost.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 8. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/foreverlostbar.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 9. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/foreverlostflowers.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 10. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/outbriefcandleborder.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>11. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/redhand.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 12. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/withoutthought.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 13. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/words.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 14. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/words2.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Hughes\/Roy:<br \/>15. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/royhugheskiss1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 16. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/huggle.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Elricest:<br \/>17. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/bookoflove1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 18. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/clasped2.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 19. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/holdinghands.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 20. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/holdinghands1.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 21. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/hugcorners.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>22. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/hold.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 23. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/notasin.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 24. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/kiss.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 25. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/kissessintext.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 26. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/lovesownhand3.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>27. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/lap.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 28. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/lap2.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 29. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/lovesshadows.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 30. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/lovesshadowstextless.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Color Bars!<br \/>1. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/stigmacolorbar.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>2. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/stigmacolorbarsmalllines.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Death Note: 15<br \/>31. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/light.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 32. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/L.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 33. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/misa.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 34. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/ryuk.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 35. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/rembluetext.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>L\/Light:<br \/><br \/>36. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/deathmarkedlove.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 37. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/deathmarkedloveheart.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 38. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/llight.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 39. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/kissesrain.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 40. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/lingeringkiss.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>41. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/kisslovelytrick.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 42. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/kisslovelytrickborder.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 43. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/kisslovelytrickred.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 44. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/lightl.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 45. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/withakiss.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Ouran Koukou Host Club: 29<br \/>46. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/abandoned.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 47.<img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/loser.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 48. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/shinyclose-up.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 49. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/tamakidance.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 50. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/tamakiifeelpretty.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>51. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/tamakidog.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 52. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/tamakiL.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 53. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/tamakioh.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 54. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/tamakisleep.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 55. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/tamakisleep1.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>56. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/tamakismile.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 57. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/wahfaster.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 58. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/whatmannikin.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 59. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/twinshaha.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 60. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/ohjoy.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>61. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/lmao.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 62. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/hitachiinrofl.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 63. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/celebrate.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 64. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/haruhinod.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 65. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/haruhirofl.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>66. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/headdesk2.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 67. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/headdesk3.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 68. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/ohwoe2.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 69. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/kyouyaglasses.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 70. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/kickball.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>71. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/ifyourehappyandyouknowit.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 72. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/rengehappy.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 73. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/nekozawa.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/> 74. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/roses.gif\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>Wallpapers! (all are 640x480, however if you would like either the 800x600 or 1024x768, just comment and I'll give it to you- the stupid insert link thing isn't working for me &gt;&lt;)<br \/><br \/>1. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/rosesbackground2.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>2. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/rosesbackground3.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>3. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/rosesbackground5.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>4. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/rosesbackground6.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/>5. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/rosesbackground4.jpg\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/>&lt;\/div&gt;<br \/>Random: <br \/>75. <img src=\"https:\/\/i98.photobucket.com\/albums\/l248\/lostheaven103\/Icons\/catbook1.png\" alt=\"\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><br \/><br \/><b>CREDITS:<\/b><br \/><br \/>All textures and brushes used on the Death Note and FMA icons were taken from <span  class=\"ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     \"  data-ljuser=\"meleada\" lj:user=\"meleada\" ><a href=\"https:\/\/meleada.livejournal.com\/profile\/\"  target=\"_self\"  class=\"i-ljuser-profile\" ><img  class=\"i-ljuser-userhead\"  src=\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&v=915\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/meleada.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"i-ljuser-username\"   target=\"_self\"   ><b>meleada<\/b><\/a><\/span>&nbsp;and http:\/\/www.absolutetrouble.com\/.&nbsp; The base for 75 was also taken from there.<br \/><br \/>FMA:<br \/>Base for 1 I got from <span  class=\"ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     \"  data-ljuser=\"sabishii_omoide\" lj:user=\"sabishii_omoide\" ><a href=\"https:\/\/sabishii-omoide.livejournal.com\/profile\/\"  target=\"_self\"  class=\"i-ljuser-profile\" ><img  class=\"i-ljuser-userhead\"  src=\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&v=915\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/sabishii-omoide.livejournal.com\/\" class=\"i-ljuser-username\"   target=\"_self\"   ><b>sabishii_omoide<\/b><\/a><\/span>, 2,3,4, and 5 from google (I think), the base for 6-9 is from a picture I took of the Material Side Book Cover, which I own.&nbsp; Bases for 10 and 11 are from screencaps that I took, and 12-14 are from the Vital Songs doujinshi \"Stigma\", scanlated by doki-doki. Bases for 15 and 16 taken from the doujin called \"Bad Access\". &nbsp; Base of 17 from the doujin \"Mukuro\", 27 and 28 from the doujin \"LSD-25\" , the rest of the Elricest bases are from \"Stigma\".&nbsp; Color bar pics entirely from \"Stigma\" as well.<br \/><br \/>Death Note:<br \/>31-35 Bases taken from scanlations done by Orange Tangerine and downloaded from deathnote7.com; all L\/Light bases from the doujin \"Taikutsu\".<br \/><br \/>Ouran Koukou Host Club:<br \/>All bases taken from screencaps from the fansite \"For Richer or Poorer\" found here: http:\/\/ouran.krysyuy.net\/<br \/><br \/><br \/>Credit would be appreciated, as are comments, because they make the world go round!&nbsp; And, I think...that's it...<br \/><br \/>And damn~ that took forever to post @@ excuse me while I go quietly into a corner and hybernate now...","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/30407.html?view=comments#comments","category":["ouran","death note","love","icons","elricest","fma"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/28099.html","pubDate":"Tue, 03 Oct 2006 04:55:37 GMT","title":"Moshi Moshi","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/28099.html","description":"<span style=\"font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana;\" name=\"storytext\">\n<p>You will not believe how long this story has been holed up in Rowan\u2019s head for!  A long time- at least half a year.  So she\u2019s very happy to finally write it and get it up!<\/p>\n<p>Disclaimer- Glancing at her watch, Rowan suddenly realizes that she does not own YuGiOh!  Let that statement prove that Rowan is too absentminded to own anything of that creative magnitude.<\/p>\n<p>A slight cultural note- it seems customary for people in Japan to answer the phone with the simple phrase \u201cmoshi moshi.\u201d  Don\u2019t ask me what it means, I just know that that\u2019s what they do.  Um, and that should explain a lot about the story.<\/p>\n<p><strong><\/strong><\/p>\n\n<p><strong><strong>Moshi Moshi<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em>Honda\u2019s side-<\/em><\/p>\n<p>It was ringing, it was ringing!  It sounded so insistent too and Honda wondered if that\u2019s how he looked.  The other side rang for an anxious moment longer, then-<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMoshi mosh-\u201c<\/p>\n<p>His side came crashing down, killing the other voice before the customary greeting could be fully uttered.  Honda groaned in irritation.  \u201cC\u2019mon you coward, you can do it!\u201d he muttered to himself, then lifted the phone out of its cradle and dialed the now familiar numbers once more.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay, just say hi!  You need help on homework,\u201d Honda prepped as the other side began its daily ritual of ringing insistently.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMoshi m-\u201c<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOtogi-kun?\u201d the other\u2019s name spilled out of Honda\u2019s mouth quickly, the dear, beloved syllables tripping over each other in their haste.<\/p>\n<p>A pause, a slight sniffle, then, questioning- \u201cHonda-kun?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUh, yeah,\u201d Honda laughed nervously.  \u201cIt\u2019s me.  I- I wanted to ask you something.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m listening,\u201d Otogi\u2019s voice came over bored and more than slightly impatient and Honda\u2019s knees grew weak.  He had made a mistake.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, um, never mind.  My mom\u2019s calling me for dinner!\u201d Honda blurted quickly, rushed and restless.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAt four-\u201c Honda slammed the phone back down and heaved a heavy sigh before smacking his forehead in annoyance.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cStupid idiot!\u201d he spat at himself, then glared at the phone.  \u201cDon\u2019t think you\u2019re much help either,\u201d he added.<\/p>\n<p><em>Otogi\u2019s side-<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The phone went dead in his hand again and he shook his head, turning to look over at Yugi and Jou.  \u201cHe hung up,\u201d he said, only slightly forlorn.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCall him back!\u201d Yugi urged, so Otogi lifted the phone back up and speed dialed the other side.<\/p>\n<p>The phone at the other end had a low, pensive ring that Otogi begin to wonder whether he too wore a thoughtful look on his face.  The meditative ring continued a moment more, then-<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMoshi mosh-\u201c<\/p>\n<p>Otogi did not give Honda\u2019s cautious greeting completion, tossing the phone into its cradle as though the receiver had grown spider legs.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can\u2019t!\u201d he exclaimed, surprised.  Jou snorted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is stupid,\u201d he said, standing.  \u201cOtogi, we all know you like Honda-kun and believe me, the guy isn\u2019t in jitters because of his math homework.\u201d  Jou rolled his eyes in exasperation.  \u201cYou both are hopeless,\u201d he muttered, then left the room.<\/p>\n<p>Yugi and Otogi exchanged a confused look and then both looked at the silent, deadly phone.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTry again?\u201d Yugi suggested.<\/p>\n<p><em>Honda\u2019s side<\/em>-<\/p>\n<p>Honda was still staring at his phone when Jounouchi came into his room and threw his body on the bed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou and Otogi-kun are idiots,\u201d he stated.<\/p>\n<p>Honda blinked.  \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Jou nodded.  \u201cIt\u2019s so obvious, Honda.  You like him, he likes you, get over you\u2019re damn fears and let the guy finish one sentence for once!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Honda stared blankly at Jou for a moment, then sprang into action, tearing the phone from its hold and pressing it to the side of his face.  The other side rang for a brief second, when-<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMoshi moshi?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Honda smiled.  \u201cRyuuji, there\u2019s something I\u2019ve been meaning to ask you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>Owari<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Yes, it\u2019s meant to be short.  Despite its length and brevity, I really like it!  I hope everyone else did too.  Please leave me comments\/criticism\/flames whatever in a review!  I love knowing what everyone thought!  -Rowan<\/p>\n<p>What she said.- Sakura<\/p>\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n<p><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/28099.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27753.html","pubDate":"Tue, 03 Oct 2006 03:58:17 GMT","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27753.html","description":"<span style=\"font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana;\" name=\"storytext\">\n<p>Challenge: Shopping Spree<br \/> Title: Baby Blues<\/p>\n<p>Genre: Humor<br \/> Canon: Possible<br \/> Length: 3,064<\/p>\n<p>Rating: PG-13 (language)<br \/> Summary: Seto\u2019s secretary just had a baby, and Mokuba, who notices, forces his brother to shop for a gift. Against his will Seto is forced to shop with Anzu and Shizuka, because they\u2019re girls and they know about these things\u2026<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n\n<p>Kaiba Seto did not like to be disturbed. If he were in a hotel instead of his sky-high company building he would have the little \u201cDO NOT DISTURB\u201d sign on the handle to ward away any potential unwelcome disruptions. As it was, he did not have a sign on his office door handle, content to have a secretary who did the job just as well as that convenient sign. The woman, Seto didn\u2019t quite know her name, though he was sure it was something along the lines of Amimoto (it was Imamura), was pleasant and efficient. She knew who was allowed in Kaiba\u2019s office and who wasn\u2019t. She knew what phone calls to put through, what phone calls weren\u2019t worth wasting her boss\u2019s time with, and she always knew when Seto would need a refill in his coffee mug.<\/p>\n<p>Therefore, when Seto began to get calls about whether or not the prototype of a new gaming device should be colored pink or green, he knew something was different, but he shrugged it off. When Seto had to get up from his desk to refill his coffee cup constantly (he drank a lot of coffee), Seto felt odd, but he let the feeling pass and chose not to investigate the reason he felt strange. However, when Mokuba entered his office at twelve in the afternoon, Seto knew something was off and intended to find out what it was. Mokuba was never allowed in Seto\u2019s office until after five o\u2019clock, the only exception on the weekends. It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon, not that Seto noticed or cared that it was nice weather outside. He never concerned himself with the weather.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMokuba,\u201d Seto stated as his younger brother strolled casually into his office and plopped on the couch he insisted Seto keep in his office. Mokuba was always concerned about his brother\u2019s health and insisted that Seto never got enough sleep.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNii-sama? Where\u2019s Imamura-san?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto frowned. \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cImamura-san. Your secretary. She\u2019s not at her desk.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto blinked. \u201cSo that\u2019s how you got in here. You know, you\u2019re supposed to be in school.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba smiled at his brother. \u201cNii-sama, we don\u2019t have school! I\u2019m on spring break right now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto sighed as he was reminded of how little he knew about Mokuba\u2019s life. Work was stifling and draining all his family time with the only family he had left. \u201cStill, Mokuba, you know the rules.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes, and stood up with many histrionics that made Seto smile and cough to hide his laugh. \u201cYes Nii-sama, I\u2019m leaving. I\u2019ll be back by five.\u201d Mokuba made his way to the door but paused midway in the threshold. \u201cI\u2019m going to find out what happened to Imamura-san!\u201d He announced, then narrowed his eyes as a thought came to him suddenly. \u201cYou didn\u2019t fire her, did you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo,\u201d Seto replied. \u201cTo my knowledge I did not fire her.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba grinned. \u201cGood, because Imamura-san is nice! And I can trust her to send you home when it gets too late at night and your eyes are glued to your work. See you later Nii-sama!\u201d Mokuba ran out the door, slamming it shut behind him.<\/p>\n<p>By the time Mokuba returned some five hours later (he was slightly late because he got slightly lost on his way back to the elevator) Seto had forgotten all about Imamura-san and was surprised, then, when Mokuba came rushing in with a huge smile on his face and shouted excitedly, \u201cI know where Imamura-san is!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto looked up from his computer. \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba\u2019s face grew blank. \u201cImamura-san. Your secretary. She\u2019s not here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh,\u201d Seto said blandly. \u201cRight. So, where is she?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOn maternity leave! She just had a baby!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto blinked. \u201cDon\u2019t those things usually take at least nine months?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba rolled his eyes then threw himself on the couch. \u201cShe didn\u2019t want to leave until absolutely necessary. In fact, she waited until last month to take time off. She had her baby last Saturday. It\u2019s a boy.\u201d Mokuba smiled.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s nice Mokuba,\u201d Seto remarked, his attention already back on his work.<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba sat up and pouted. \u201cNii-sama, don\u2019t you think it\u2019d be nice if you got her something?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto shrugged as he began to type. \u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell,\u201d Mokuba said, \u201cyou could get something for the baby! That\u2019d be nice! Like, a baby toy or something. Clothes are rather personal and you won\u2019t know if they\u2019d fit, but yeah, you should get something. Like a stuffed animal. And you should probably get Imamura-san a card saying congratulations.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCongratulations? What for? For being only the nine billionth woman on Earth to give birth successfully?\u201d Seto asked sarcastically. \u201cHow about a card for the doctors as well? It can say \u2018Congratulations on not screwing it up!\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba frowned. \u201cNii-sama, I\u2019m being serious.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll be serious, Mokuba,\u201d Seto promised. \u201cSo, you think I should get the baby a gift? I don\u2019t know the first thing about babies.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba smiled. \u201cI know. So\u2026I asked some friends to help you pick out a gift.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto narrowed his eyes, suspicion glaring acutely at the young adolescent. \u201cWho did you ask to help me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMazaki-chan and Kawai-chan,\u201d Mokuba said, inching slightly away from his brother\u2019s desk. \u201cI know how you feel about Yuugi-tachi, but they\u2019re girls so they\u2019ll know exactly what to get! And they\u2019re not that bad to hang around either.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto glared for a moment longer before he dropped his gaze. \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTomorrow!\u201d Mokuba bounced happily up. \u201cThey\u2019ll stop by around nine o\u2019clock to pick you up. Promise to be nice?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto scoffed. \u201cI\u2019m not promising anything, Mokuba. You know how I feel about shopping. You know how I feel about people. You know how I feel about <em>Yuugi-tachi<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba let out a long suffering sigh. \u201cThey willingly agreed to help, so the least you can do is be tolerable.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll try my best, Mokuba.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>At ten minutes to nine the next morning, Seto heard loud voices from outside his office door. One was a woman\u2019s voice and she sounded both pissed and offended. The other was distinctly Mokuba\u2019s, apologetic and anxious, who had insisted on accompanying Seto to Kaiba Corps that morning. Curious, Seto paused in his work to listen to the heated conversation.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMokuba, you lied to us! You told me that we were helping you shop!\u201d the woman shouted indignantly. \u201cYou never said anything about helping that as-\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnzu, I\u2019m sorry! But honestly, would you have said yes if you knew it was Seto and not me I wanted you to help?\u201d Mokuba interrupted quickly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOf course not!\u201d Anzu replied. \u201cYou know he hates me as well as Yuugi and the rest of us! Why should I help the creep?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat creep happens to be my brother!\u201d Mokuba retorted and Seto couldn\u2019t help but smile at his brother\u2019s loyalty. \u201cPlease help him find a gift? For me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A third voice spoke up. \u201cAnzu, this might be a good chance to prove to Kaiba-san that we\u2019re not as bad as he thinks. And we can\u2019t say no to Mokuba. You know how he tries to get Kaiba-san to make friends. I think it\u2019d be a great bonding experience!\u201d Seto recognized the chipper voice as Kawai-chan, Jounouchi-kun\u2019s little sister.<\/p>\n<p>Anzu sighed. \u201cOkay, fine. I\u2019ll help Kaiba-san find a gift for Imamura-san. But let\u2019s do this quickly, please?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>There was a tentative knock on the door before Mokuba pushed it open slightly. He inched his way into the office slowly, followed timidly by Anzu and Shizuka. The door closed softly behind them once all three were inside, assembled in a line in front of Kaiba\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMorning, Kaiba-san,\u201d Shizuka greeted softly. \u201cReady for some shopping?\u201d She smiled slightly, hesitatingly, at him to lighten the mood.<\/p>\n<p>Seto grunted slightly as he stood. \u201cLet\u2019s get this over with,\u201d he said and Shizuka\u2019s smile faltered, until Mokuba glared at his brother. Seto sighed. \u201cI mean, I\u2019d love to go shopping. Thank you for offering your help, Kawai-chan, Mazaki-ch, um, Mazaki-san.\u201d Anzu smirked and let her arms, formerly crossed over her chest, to fall to her sides.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, let\u2019s go then!\u201d she said, turning and opening the door. \u201cI hope you don\u2019t mind, Kaiba-san, but can we take my car?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto glanced over at Mokuba, who nodded discreetly, then turned to the girl, swallowed his pride (he loved his limos), and forced a smile. \u201cOf course, Mazaki-san. No problem,\u201d he deadpanned.<\/p>\n<p>Anzu nodded once in acknowledgement, then led them out of the office. Seto turned at the last minute to Mokuba, who had seated himself comfortably at Kaiba\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t worry Nii-sama! I\u2019ll fill in for you until you get back!\u201d The teenager waved cheerfully and was the last thing Seto saw before the doors closed ominously behind him.<\/p>\n<p>When Seto had agreed to let Anzu drive her car, he did not anticipate that it would be the only flowery pansy pink Volkswagen Bug in existence. Nor did he anticipate squeezing his tall frame and long legs into the cramped back seat of said car. Of course, there was an upside to this pattern- Seto fully expected to be forced to suffer the company of all of Yuugi-tachi, which meant the likely hood of that happening was now slim to none. He still would have preferred riding in his limousine instead of Anzu\u2019s pink little car though.<\/p>\n<p>The arrived at the mall in record time- Seto was pleased to say that Anzu was a competent driver, unlike Kujaku Mai whom, Seto recalled overhearing, drove particularly terribly. And if memory served him, Jounouchi-kun once tipped a truck over. Thankfully, Anzu did not learn to drive from either of them, and if she had, it didn\u2019t show.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo,\u201d Shizuka said as they stepped into the mall. \u201cWhere should we start?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Anzu convulsively grabbed Seto\u2019s arm suddenly, shaking excitedly. \u201cOh look! Aren\u2019t the dresses adorable!\u201d She was enthusiastically pointing at the baby clothes, her eyes shining. \u201cLook at the lace! And what a cute shade of pink!\u201d Anzu suddenly dashed over to the rack, pulling dress after lacey dress off the rack and loudly admiring them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis one has cute white bunnies on it!\u201d she exclaimed, shoving a rather ugly little dress in Seto\u2019s face. The pink was dark and rather putrid, as if a vat of puke lime green dye had accidentally been dumped in the pink dyes. The white bunnies were also a dark cream color, as if stained by spilt coffee. Glancing from the dress to the sign above the dresses, Seto slowly backed away from Anzu and the dresses. \u201cMazaki-san, those are used dresses. Besides, the baby is a boy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Anzu was not listening to the man, excitedly showing Shizuka a cute white dress with silk trim and pretty pink flowers dotting the material. \u201cKaiba-san, you have to get this!\u201d she said suddenly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat am I going to do with a baby dress?\u201d Seto asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou have to give the baby this dress!\u201d Anzu insisted, Shizuka beside her nodding just as eagerly.<\/p>\n<p>Seto shook his head. \u201cAbsolutely not.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Anzu pouted. \u201cOh, but it\u2019s so cute!\u201d Shizuka looked close to tears.<\/p>\n<p>Seto sighed. \u201cThis is ridiculous. It\u2019s a baby boy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto bought the dress and was then forced to carry its bag around the store. Next, the girls moved on to the toy section, a very reluctant Kaiba trailing behind them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, look at this little duck!\u201d Shizuka cried, lifting up a sweet yellow duck with a white ribbon around its neck. \u201cOh, it\u2019s so soft!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShizuka, look at this cute little kitty!\u201d Anzu called, pointing to a fluffy white cat that Seto mistook for real at first glance. Looking closer, Seto wrinkled his nose in disgust. The cat, though fake, still shed and its long white hairs looked like quite a hazard for any teething tot.<\/p>\n<p>From the corner of his eye, Seto spied a sensible blue elephant that was soft and huggable but certainly had no girlish ribbons or hazardous fur. Picking it up, Seto smiled in satisfaction. The elephant would do nicely for a present.<\/p>\n<p>There was a squeal from behind Seto. \u201cKaiba-san! It\u2019s perfect!\u201d Thinking they were talking about the blue animal he had selected, Seto smugly turned to face them, only to be met by the beady black eyes of an all too pink rabbit.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat is that thing?\u201d Seto asked, quickly stepping away from the toy.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s for the baby! Isn\u2019t it just lovely!\u201d Shizuka gushed. \u201cLook at the matching ribbons!\u201d The bunny had two white ribbons with little crimson rabbits hopping across the embellishment, one tied around each of the rabbit\u2019s bright crayon pink ears.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s\u2026lovely,\u201d Seto repeated, puzzled. \u201cBut I think this elephant is a better gift.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat old thing?\u201d Anzu cried in dismay, whisking the poor blue elephant out of Seto\u2019s arms and tossing it carelessly over her shoulder. \u201cThat won\u2019t do at all! No, this rabbit; trust us, it\u2019s perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto finally gave in and bought the bunny as well, though he secretly snuck the elephant in as well. It needed love after Anzu dumped it so frivolously on the ground. It was going to a good home, Seto figured. After all, Kaiba mansion was big enough that he could find room for one little blue elephant.<\/p>\n<p>Seto figured they were finished shopping- after all, they had a dress and a toy for the baby, the child didn\u2019t any more corruption. However Anzu and Shizuka insisted on looking at the dishware.<\/p>\n<p>Seto had to admit, the little sets of bowls, plates, and child-sized utensils were ideal gifts for a growing child, not to mention practical. While the girls crooned over a set of Peter Rabbit plates and forks, Seto found a bowl, cup, and plate set with fish swimming along the rims of the dishes. Seto decided to buy the set.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKaiba-san! We have found the perfect gift!\u201d Anzu announced. Shizuka held up a box set of tiny tea cups, tea spoons, tea cup holders, and tiny pastry plates. Each piece of the set was elaborately decorated with dancing pink hearts and the spoons were in the shape of little hearts with handles. Seto sighed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet me guess? It\u2019s the cutest thing <em>ever<\/em> and I must buy it?\u201d Both girls nodded. Seto rubbed the sides of his temples to soothe a growing headache. \u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>They were finally on their way out of the store, Seto laden down with the bags (the tea set didn\u2019t look heavy but it was deceptively burdensome) when Shizuka let out a shrill cry of delight. \u201cBaby booties!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Anzu and Seto watched as Shizuka ran over to the basket filled to the top with tiny knitted socks. The girl dug frantically through the booties, finally emerging triumphant. \u201cLook! Little pink booties! They\u2019ll match the dress perfectly!\u201d Seto shook his head.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou think I should buy them?\u201d he guessed. Shizuka nodded. \u201cAnd if I don\u2019t I\u2019ll be equal in my wickedness to the boogie man?\u201d She nodded again. \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Finally, the girls were satisfied with Seto\u2019s purchases and they finally returned to Kaiba Corps, Seto nursing a headache the entire ride back. He couldn\u2019t have been happier when they finally dropped him off in front of his company building.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI had fun shopping with you today, Kaiba-san,\u201d Shizuka told him shyly as he exited the car.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah,\u201d Anzu added, sticking her head out the window to look up at Seto. \u201cIt was different. I enjoyed it. Maybe we could do this again sometime?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto hesitated, then reluctantly nodded. \u201cYeah, maybe. Well\u2026thanks, for your help.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>They nodded and the pink Volkswagen drove off. Seto slowly made his way back to his office. When he reached his office on the top floor, he dropped the bags on the ground and collapsed onto the couch. For once he was thankful for its presence in his office.<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba entered a moment later and he smiled when he saw his brother had returned. \u201cSo, Seto, were you successful?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDefine successful,\u201d Seto groaned, an arm thrown across his eyes in an attempt to get some rest.<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba simply shook his head. \u201cCan I see what you bought?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKnock yourself out. I\u2019m about to do the same in a minute,\u201d Seto replied, blindly searching the table beside the couch for his sleeping pills.<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba, excited, peered inside one of the bags. A moment later, he screamed, his hands covering his eyes from the painful sight. \u201cAh! The pink! It burns!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto, who finally found the sleeping pills (he hoped), grinned at his brother\u2019s outcry. \u201cDoesn\u2019t it though?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba, who had calmed down enough to cautiously slide past the bags to sit on the couch beside his brother, nodded. \u201cBut Imamura-san had a boy. Pink is a girl color. We can\u2019t give that to the baby!\u201d Mokuba said, scandalized at the thought.<\/p>\n<p>Seto shrugged, popped the pills in his mouth and smiled. \u201cMaybe we\u2019ll start a new trend.\u201d Lying down on the couch, Seto promptly fell asleep.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKaiba-sama! Kaiba-kun!\u201d Imamura Akiko was pale but very cheerful to see her employer and his adorable little brother standing in her bedroom doorway. \u201cHello to you both! What brings you here?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto stepped forward and awkwardly handed the woman a bright blue gift bag. \u201cUh\u2026congratulations, Imamura-san,\u201d he mumbled.<\/p>\n<p>Akiko gasped as she graciously accepted the gift. Reaching a curious hand inside, she pulled out the white dress and the pastel pink booties. \u201cOh Kaiba-sama! How did you know I had a girl?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto looked to Mokuba, then back up at Akiko. \u201cI thought you had a son as well?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Akiko nodded. \u201cOh yes, they\u2019re twins, but nobody hears about the girl until they visit, and so she, sadly, has no presents as of yet.\u201d Akiko held the dress up. \u201cThis is adorable!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Akiko then proceeded to coo lovingly over the pink rabbit plush and the tiny porcelain tea set, pouring out thanks as if they were spare change. \u201cThank you so much Kaiba-sama, Kaiba-kun.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCongratulations Imamura-san!\u201d Mokuba said as they left. Looking up at his quiet older brother, he spoke softly. \u201cNe, Nii-sama? Wouldn\u2019t it be nice to get some things for the boy? Maybe Anzu and Shizuka will be willing to help you again!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Seto was silent for a moment before he muttered, \u201cI think I want to hug my elephant now. This is too much for my nerves to handle.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Mokuba just smiled and leaned up to give his brother a quick hug. \u201cThanks, Nii-sama.\u201d Seto groaned.<\/p>\n<p>Owari!<\/p>\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n<p> <\/p>\n<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27753.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27412.html","pubDate":"Tue, 03 Oct 2006 03:44:31 GMT","title":"Harmony 2- Rewrite","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27412.html","description":"<span style=\"font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana;\" name=\"storytext\">\n<p><em><\/em><\/p>\n\n<p><em><em>Harmony<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201c<\/em>Rewrite\u201d<\/p>\n<p>They were sitting on the porch, Rose and Winry, enjoying the sunset and the knowledge that Al was safe, sleeping inside the house. On Rose\u2019s lap, her child slumbered as well, and the two girls talked.<\/p>\n<p>As the sun\u2019s final rays of the day tinged the sky purple and pink, Rose pointed to the ring on her friend\u2019s finger and smiled. \u201cThat\u2019s a nice ring,\u201d she said. \u201cWhere did you get it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Winry pulled the ring off her finger and held it up so the pinks and purples in the sky reflected off the silver band. \u201cIt was a gift\u2026\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEdward made it for me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">XXX<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey, Ed\u2026\u201d Winry said softly as she worked on his busted arm. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, his eyes staring at his pillow. Alphonse had been moved to the roof a while ago, so they were alone. \u201cHave you and Al been fighting?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Edward sighed. \u201cNo, I don\u2019t think so. Though he has every right to be mad at me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat? Why is that, Ed?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ed turned his eyes to her for a moment, then looked away. \u201c\u2026There\u2019s something I\u2019ve wanted to ask him for a while now, but\u2026but I\u2019m too afraid to ask.\u201d Winry frowned at the sadness in Ed\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWinry?\u201d Ed whispered suddenly. \u201cYou\u2026do you think Al hates me for putting him in that armor?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She didn\u2019t respond at first, but concentrated on the automail arm. When a few minutes passed and Winry had not spoken, Ed sighed again and closed his eyes. Another half hour passed in silence, until, quietly, Winry patted Ed\u2019s shoulder and said, \u201cAll right, we\u2019re done.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ed sat up and flexed his arm, then stood up and started for the door. \u201cThanks, Winry,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWait! Edward\u2026\u201d she said, reaching out with her hand and grabbing his wrist. He glanced over his shoulder at her. \u201c\u2026I don\u2019t think Alphonse hates you, Ed. He admires you so much, and\u2026and how could he hate you, after all that you sacrificed for him to live!\u201d She felt tears build up in her eyes, but they did not fall. She shook her head and smiled, then let go of his arm.<\/p>\n<p>Ed nodded. \u201cThank you, Winry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">XXX<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlright then! Let\u2019s get you fixed!\u201d Edward said enthusiastically when they reached the hospital roof. Alphonse stared at them blankly from the helmet\u2019s eye slits. Ed\u2019s smile flickered, dimmed a little, but cheered up again as the spare metal scraps were placed next to his brother\u2019s suit of armor. \u201cHere goes!\u201d Ed said as he clapped his hands together and transmuted the metal into the armor.<\/p>\n<p>As the blue flashes cleared, Winry saw Al the armor standing over them, good as new again. And yet despite the fact that he was just a suit of armor and therefore should not be able to show emotion, she got a cold feeling from him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood as new! So, Al, how do you feel?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFine, I guess,\u201d was Al\u2019s cool reply.<\/p>\n<p>Ed faltered, then frowned. \u201cAl, what\u2019s wrong with you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? Shouldn\u2019t you know that, my so-called brother?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAl, wha-\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTell me, what was it you wanted to say to me back in Resembool? Was it that I\u2019m not really your brother; that you created all these memories of mine? Was it that I\u2019m a fake, and that Alphonse Elric never existed?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ed\u2019s face was pained, and he seemed near tears. \u201cSo that\u2019s what\u2019s been bothering you,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou don\u2019t deny it, Edward. You did create me, didn\u2019t you? And that\u2019s why I can\u2019t remember anything; because I never existed!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAl, shut up! Don\u2019t you know how you\u2019re hurting Ed? That isn\u2019t what he wanted to tell you at all, he-\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWinry,\u201d Ed said, cutting her off. She turned to him, tears on her cheeks and in her eyes.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI bet you\u2019ve been in on it too, Winry, pretending that there ever was an Alphonse Elric!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s not true, Al! I remember you; you did exist! And why would Ed sacrifice his own arm for a fake brother?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Al backed away from them, confusion in his every movement and word. \u201cNo, I know I\u2019m not\u2026I mean\u2026I can\u2019t remember things that never happened!\u201d he yelled, then jumped over the side to the road below. Edward ran over to the side and tried to follow, but Winry held him back.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlphonse! Al! Hey, Alphonse!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>But he kept running and did not look back.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">XXX<\/p>\n<p>They sat in the hospital room, just the two of them, in silence. The silence ate up Winry\u2019s insides with guilt on her mind. She stared at Ed\u2019s automail arm for a long time, until she stood and, reaching into her pocket, pulled out a silver bolt. She silently handed it to Edward.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWinry, what\u2019s this?\u201d he said, staring at the bolt in his lap.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2026I\u2019m sorry Edward. I- when I made your arm, I forgot to put that bolt in there. That\u2019s why your shoulder gave out on you. I\u2019m sorry; because of my carelessness, you could have\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ed stared at the bolt for a moment, then glanced up at Winry. He reached up and grabbed her hand in his, smiling softly. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, Winry, really. In the end, your mistake may have saved my life. And\u2026well, I was being rather rough on the automail, despite your warning.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Winry sniffed and wiped the tears off her cheeks. \u201cI know, but still\u2026you trusted me to make your arm and I failed you. I don\u2019t know\u2026how I\u2019ll forgive myself for endangering you like that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, Winry felt a tug on her arm and the next moment she was sitting on the bed beside Ed. \u201cWinry, bolts usually come with nuts, right?\u201d She nodded. \u201cWhere\u2019s the one to this bolt?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She fished it out of her pocket and handed it to him; it was a hexagonal shaped nut, just larger than her pinky. Ed took the nut and placed it on the table beside him, clapped his hands, and touched them to the nut. There was a tiny flash of blue and Winry closed her eyes against the electric light.<\/p>\n<p>A moment later, something was dropped into her hand. Opening her eyes, she spotted Edward smirking at her. \u201cWell?\u201d Winry glanced down at her palm, where there rested a small silver band. \u201cWhat?\u201d she muttered, picking it up and looking closer at the ring.<\/p>\n<p>It was the nut, only five of the six sides had been smoothed into a circle; the inside threading had also been smoothed. Winry slipped in onto her pinky finger. It fit perfectly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEdward\u2026\u201d she whispered, looking up at him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a\u2026promise ring, of sorts,\u201d he said, blushing a little. \u201cIt\u2019ll serve to remind you of this mistake, so you\u2019ll never do it again.\u201d She turned her eyes down, but Ed lifted her chin and forced her to look at him. There was no anger or malice in his golden eyes. \u201cOr you can think of it as a charm. As long as you wear that ring, you\u2019ll never make a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He pulled her chin a little closer, then quickly kissed her. \u201cAnd, you can think of me, too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">XXX<\/p>\n<p>Winry slipped the ring back on her finger, then softly kissed it. She closed her eyes for a moment; in her mind\u2019s eye, she could see Ed\u2019s cocky grin. She stood up and smiled at the vanishing sun. \u201cWell, I\u2019ve got some work to do!\u201d she announced.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWinry?\u201d Rose said, standing up beside her friend. \u201cBut I thought you were done for the day.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Winry shook her head, her face bright. \u201cEd\u2019s probably grown since we last saw him, and that means he\u2019s going to need a new arm and leg. I think\u2026I better get working on it now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>End<\/p>\n<p>Yay, that\u2019s the second story! The first two flashback scenes actually occurred in the anime, just not the way I wrote it. I don\u2019t remember the exact dialogue and my DVD that has that episode is already packed for college! Anyway, I adlibbed the scenes to work how I wanted them to; the main part of the story was that last scene. Though I think the first two were important in showing that this story and that situation revolves around Ed\u2019s automail arm..anyway, please review! I may write more to this collection later, but these two were the main point.<\/p>\n<p>And on a random note: I'm in college!  Woot!  Okay, until later- Rowan<\/p>\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n<p><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27412.html?view=comments#comments"},{"guid":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27269.html","pubDate":"Tue, 03 Oct 2006 03:18:54 GMT","title":"Harmony 1- Motherland","author":"carnimirie","link":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27269.html","description":"<span style=\"font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana;\" name=\"storytext\">\n<p>Disclaimer: I do not own the FullMetal Alchemist. No, I own the Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang. I had to settle for Roy (Sakura: Roy\u2019s <em>settling<\/em>?), seeing how FullMetal is already owned by so many others\u2026though I really would rather own Edward over Roy\u2026;P Just kidding, of course! (Erm, about owning Roy\u2026I really <em>do<\/em> love Edward better than Mustang\u2026)<\/p>\n<p>Warning: Slight movie spoiler; and I'm assuming you've seen the entire series...<\/p>\n<p>AN: While at Otakon this year, I met a Winry cosplayer whom, while waiting in line for the, erm, FMA panel, inspired me to write the following story! Well, the following <em>two<\/em> stories, which are based off of her! So thank you, for getting me to write my first Ed\/Winry!<\/p>\n<p><em><\/em><\/p>\n\n<p><em><em>Harmony<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cMotherland\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The sun had set some hours ago, long hours ago, and everyone was asleep, except Winry, who had started to love the night. Sunny days were the worst, and they\u2019d been having so many of them the past few weeks. It really wasn\u2019t fair, Winry thought as she made her way over to her closet. She hadn\u2019t been able to enjoy a sunny day since Alphonse came back without Edward.<\/p>\n<p>That had been a rainy day, the day they got the knock on the door and found Rose and Alphonse on their doorstep, soaked but smiling. Of course, the first thing out of Winry\u2019s mouth had been, \u201cWhere\u2019s Edward?\u201d and she had tactlessly brandished her wrench in mock-anger. But when their eyes dropped to the floor and both refused to answer\u2026Winry shook her head, refusing to remember the hurt she had felt, the pain and anguish inside her heart when Alphonse whispered, \u201cWe\u2026we don\u2019t know. He\u2019s\u2026gone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>For Edward <em>wasn\u2019t <\/em>gone, she thought fiercely. He would return, he had to return, he had to come home\u2026<\/p>\n<p>And, until then, she had him anyway, hidden in the back of her closet.<\/p>\n<p>In the dead of night, in the dark, Winry pulled a red coat off the hanger way in the back of her closet, and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders. On the back was emblazoned the snake twisted around a cross, the wings looking like little crowns flanking each side of the cross. Winry sighed, and buried her nose in the coat, breathing deeply, eyes closed as she did so. The coat still\u2026smelled like him, warm as sunrays, a comforting, distinctly male, musky scent, with just the faintest sour tinge of metal lingering within it. If she imagined hard enough, it was as though Edward were there inside the coat, as though he were wrapping his arms around her; instead of the empty sleeves embracing her neck, there were two strong lean arms holding her to his heart.<\/p>\n<p>She remained there for a moment, standing in the middle of her room with the coat wrapped around her, reminiscing about Edward, about days past, and what the engraving in the pocket watch meant\u2026<\/p>\n<p>He\u2026hadn\u2019t meant to ever come back; that\u2019s why they burned their house down. And yet they had, after four years of nothing; they showed up damaged, broken, and the only one who could fix them was the family they had left behind, whom they intended never to see again\u2026<\/p>\n<p>It was then that Winry had taken the coat from Edward. Unsure if she would ever see him again, especially after she\u2019d seen inside his watch (<em>Don\u2019t forget 3.Oct.10<\/em>- didn\u2019t that really mean <em>I can\u2019t turn back?<\/em>), she went through his trunk and took the coat. Back then, it was heavy with Ed\u2019s presence, even as it hung in the back of the closet, his form like a ghost filled it out, infused it with a distinctly Edward aura.<\/p>\n<p>And now, the ghost was beginning to fade, even while the scent remained and Winry hugged what was left of Edward to her chest, unwilling to let him go. Because he <em>wasn\u2019t gone, dammit<\/em>, and she knew it, because her heart did not lie.<\/p>\n<p>In the dead of night, her door creaked open behind her and a voice whispered, \u201cWinry?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She spun around, the red sleeves still hanging around her neck like deflated snakes. \u201cAl? What are you doing up?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Al rubbed his eye with his hand. \u201cI\u2026couldn\u2019t sleep\u2026Winry, why are you still up?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She blushed and pulled the coat off. \u201c\u2026couldn\u2019t get to sleep either,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh.\u201d The young boy stepped inside the room and turned the light on. They winced at each other as the light flooded the room, but soon became accustomed to it. Al crossed the room and sat down on Winry\u2019s bed. She joined him, the red coat limp in her hands. The illusion of Edward had vanished.<\/p>\n<p>They sat together in silence for a moment, neither looking at each other but lost in their thoughts. Finally, Alphonse spoke.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWinry, what\u2019s that coat?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt was\u2026it\u2019s Edward\u2019s coat\u2026He must have left it here the last time he was here.\u201d As though he were on a business trip, as though Al could remember the last time.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c\u2026It\u2019s frustrating,\u201d Al muttered after a minute. \u201cI can\u2019t remember a thing from those four years. It\u2019s as though I never even lived them, as though they never existed. And yet they must have; you\u2019re five years older than me, when before I was only a year behind you and Ed. And that coat, which Ed wore\u2026all evidence that I missed something. But all I know is that I miss Brother, maybe even more so because I can\u2019t remember those four years and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Winry clenched her fist around the cloth. \u201cThe day you both left for Central, you burned your house down. I think\u2026I think that\u2019s when Ed started to wear this. This, and a black shirt, black pants, and\u2026and when he became a State Alchemist, the pocket watch. I don\u2019t know why he started to wear this, but it almost became like a\u2026uniform, or something. He looked\u2026really brave, red and black and that golden hair\u2026\u201d Winry smiled to herself, not even sure what she was saying.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWinry, you wouldn\u2019t happen to have a picture of Brother, would you?\u201d Winry glanced up and noticed the smile on Al\u2019s face. It was so much like Edward\u2026<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">XXX<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGoodbye Granny! Bye, Winry!\u201d Al called, waving as he walked down the path away from their house. He was dressed like Edward, only his hair was pulled back.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cBut Ed always wore his hair in a braid,\u201d Winry had told him as he slipped the red coat on.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Al had smiled. \u201cI know,\u201d he said. \u201cBut I\u2019ve had dreams, Winry. I know Brother is alive, somewhere very far away, and he\u2019s wearing his hair up like this. So, I figured I would too! Besides, it\u2019s much more practical, don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Watching Alphonse walk away, the spitting image of his older brother, broke her heart again. But as Winry waved farewell to Al, she couldn\u2019t help but smile. The red sleeve of Edward\u2019s coat reached just below her elbow, and the fraying threads at the cuff swayed in the breeze.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cWear it for Edward,\u201d Al had whispered before he\u2019d left, pushing the coat into her open hands. \u201cI don\u2019t think it\u2019ll fit him anymore, anyway, so you may as well wear it for him.\u201d<\/em> <\/p>\n<p>Winry smiled to herself as the dot that was Alphonse disappeared over a distant hill. Taller, and with his hair back, huh? And yet she could not help but picture him in his red coat\u2026<\/p>\n<p>So she wrapped the coat around her, hugging the warmth the memory brought, and prepared to wait again, for Edward to return, and perhaps a larger coat to steal.<\/p>\n<p>End<\/p>\n<p>Wow! I wrote het! I think\u2026anyway, Ed\/Win is a very cute couple, imo, because Winry can be so cute sometimes, and Ed can be so sensitive sometimes and\u2026and I need to go to sleep now\u2026ugh. But anywho! Hope everyone enjoyed!<\/p>\n&lt;\/div&gt;\n<p><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/carnimirie.livejournal.com\/27269.html?view=comments#comments","category":["fic","fma","edwin"]}]}}