OneShot: Guess What

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~Guess What~

“Oh my god! He wears what? That is… that…that! Oh my god!” Kazuki screams, Kahoko chuckles, Shouko faints and Ryotaro laughs. “Oh Dear”

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[LenKaho] One Shot: Alcohol Effect-The Damsel

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~Alcohol Effect: The Damsel~

Alcohol could always be the perfect headache for all. Especially for him if this concoction gives added feature

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A fine afternoon, six fellow students of Seiso Gakuen were standing unbroken in front of a huge door.

The one with a lighter green hair moved forward. He beamed at his comrade before he knocked at the wooden door.

Three knocks and an elegant looking lady welcomed them. “Good afternoon, good thing you came.” Her voice was sweet as a tint of delight blended on it.

“It’s a pleasure for us. Happy birthday Miyabi-chan!”

“Oh! Thank you Hino-san, but please, come in. Brother is waiting for you as well.” the youngest Yunoki ushered them inside where the said brother was.

A certain birthday celebration was being held at the Yunoki residence. Fortunately, the head was not there to forbid any party to formulate in the property. Miyabi was delighted that the least, her new friends came by to rejoice her birthday.

“Oi, kids, you’re here? Come…come, the food is fine.”

Concour participants paused and gazed at one another. “Kanayan?” Kazuki exclaimed.

“Heck, so what? Yeah, I’m here, Yunoki invited me.”

They didn’t make much question. What could be the importance of it? Instead, they made themselves comfortable to the seats Miyabi ushered them to.

Kahoko was beside her girl kohai in which alongside of Kanazawa. Kahoko grunted and exchanged seat for her kohai’s sake. She didn’t desire her Kohai to be influenced by this alcoholic man.

“Kanazawa-sensei, you’re drinking too much, the party is just starting,” Kahoko complained.

He hiccupped before responding. “Hino, thish ishss a party, you have to enjoy until you can. Enjoy it…the fullessst, you will not encouwnter free food everrryday my dear.”

“You’re drank, Kanazawa sensei, why don’t you take a rest for a while.”

“No needsss Hino, sss-still can handlessh thissszz. I’m Hiroto Kanassszawa remembersss…”

One Shot: Interrogation

Disclaimer: I do not own La Corda D’oro

Interrogation 

By NeKo Meow

Four guys waiting impatiently in a room where a certain individual led them. All having their own ways on how would they keep themselves entertain for the time being. Neither did they know that they are subject for interrogation. Crack.

Green headed Ryotaro tried to get up and annoyingly circled around the line of chairs which appeared to be needed in their matter at hand. Len, the aloof one made an impatient grunt and emitted all his irritation at the lad standing.

“Will you mind sitting?” Len muttered as he had enough of watching the lad circling in them. “Is sitting hard for you?” he went on, a trace of sarcasm was present.

Ryotaro stopped and shot his stare at the cerulean head lad. “Mind your own business Tsukimori, I don’t want to sit, and, if you can’t stand me like this, then don’t look…” he paused. “Is looking away that hard?” he retaliated.

Len got up of his seat, taking his leave when suddenly the door opened wide. It almost hit him. He silently thanked his instinct for taking at least a few steps backward.

The person on the other side gasped in surprise. “Tsukimori, I’m so sorry.” Apparently the person was a girl and by the name…

January Prompt: Keys

January Prompt: Keys

Hallo!
Feedback, suggestions and comments are very welcome. (Individually)

Prompt: Key/s

Participants:
♥ Iris petals
—►Title : Connections
Summary: The true hidden feelings of Azuma Yunoki. The key to his inner self. What is friendship, family and friends to him? Is it just a key for his future or more than that.
Genre: Friendship/ Drama
Rating: T

♥ Ishikawa Aya-hime
—►Title: Key to Way Out
Summary: Kahoko locked herself in a music room to avoid the ever so annoying Amou Nami, not even knowing that the person she avoided the most is practicing there – Len.
Genre: Romance/ Humor
Rating: T
Pairing: Len Tsukimori/ Kahoko Hino

♥ NeKo Meow [Pusa Myaw]
—►Title: Oops
Summary: “Oops” is not a good term. “I have a bad feeling about that oops.”
Disclaimer: I do not own La Corda D’oro.
Genre: Romance
Rating: K+
Pairing: Ryoutarou Tsuchiura / Nami Amou

♥ JasMyr
—►Title: Last Entry
Summary: Grandmama wrote: “Don’t fall in love with Len-kun.”
Genre: General/ Friendship
Rating: K
Pairing: Len Tsukimori/ Manami Mori

 

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Doodles

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-Update: Steps to Marriage: I’ll do this probably this weekend: February 5, 2012, Sunday. 

-Free Time: Editing Fictions

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-Binibining L.V.Sol

Just doing something to ease the boredom. Although I know that I have yet to do so many, mass, number of things. It can’t be helped. I’m stressed beyond believe, I even don’t know how it happened. I’m just stressed, is all. Physically, mentally and even emotionally. I won’t be able to write like this when I’m calm but, Pete’s sake, I’m not calm now. I am on the verge of my anger. Well, it is still brewing, not yet fully erupted. But ready to explode.

And I’m having a hard time dealing with my fast forgetting things. I have something to say earlier, then when I’m going to type it, I don’t remember it anymore.

Stress is, indeed, something that would lessen the span of your life. It literally sucks the living out of you. 

Oh wells, since I don’t have anything to do (well, nothing productive visits my mind) I’ll just use this moment to practice my so f***** writing. Look at that, I can even put things I should not put. Obscenities are so so likable this day, however, of course, I won’t reach that limit. I’m still unease with it. Anyway back to the practice.

Note: This is my cat. I’ll just put it as a representation of my laziness. And yea, my cat is the king of all lazy living creatures. 

Day 29: Sunday

I hadn’t done anything good this day, probably only editing my blog, that’s all. I wasn’t able to update anything as well, which I should do. 

It was ten in the morning when I woke up. The sun’s glare already passed through my thick window. Its rays warm caresses blanketed my presence. It was not warm but still tolerable in my opinion. A person like me who would always wake in that kind of time would get use to its heat. 

My mother would always tell me that my room was like in fire. But I only shrugged the thought and mulled to myself that I can still endure it anyway. I’ve slept in my room for so long. The heat is already a part of my daily life. 

I pulled my phone at the side–which was still plugged to the outlet, because I was charging last night– I surmised that I might have forgotten to pull it. I never even bother to wash my face or eat breakfast or brunch or anything. I pushed some keys and surfed the net via phone. It had been my routine till twelve in the afternoon. My father called me and it was time for our lunch. I hesitantly got up from my bed. My body was like glued in my bed, and somehow it stuck there. It didn’t want to move. Although the fear of being scolded was scary. I tried to ‘detach’ myself from the comfort of my not-so-comfortable bed. A rustle of the blankets, soft squish of pillows and chirps from my little quails greeted my late morning. 

I hurriedly eat my lunch, however, I wasn’t able to return in my bed again. I just fished my phone from my pocket and surfed the net in our living room. I thanked the wi-fi for that wonderful moment.

I stayed in the living room till two in the afternoon. I haven’t done anything but to surf, surf, not even minding the looks of me. I even purposely avoided the mirror to prevent a scare. Oh wells, I’m not that lazy. I still have my limits of making myself messy. I took my bath and after that, I was able to open my laptop. That was utter joy. (Not really, just exaggerating)

My parents left me alone in our house. The promise of solitude. Well, I always get it. I am so pampered of privacy. 

Anyway, while surfing just now, I found…I looked at the picture I uploaded through phone. It was my drawing. A little impromptu. But enough to ease my boredom last night. What a dull life I have. but trust me, I just got my extra time, I miscalculated my  plan and end up having a free time to do nothing last night. That’s the only boredom I have. Anyway, back to the drawing. It’s my muse~

Yes, I draw my muse and by the name of Minori. She doesn’t want to be called Minori though. She liked to be called in her given name. And that will remain unknown. I don’t wish to give away a certain information about her. (I think, I need to visit the mental hospital, my muse is trolling me) Isn’t it weird to talk to yourself. Well, that’s me.

As you can see, if I’m suck in grammar I suck in drawing. My hands are turning rusty. 

Days with my Quails

STATUS AREA: [Unavailable]

-Update: Steps to Marriage: I’ll do this probably this weekend: February 5, 2012, Sunday. 

-Free Time: Editing Fictions

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-Binibining L.V.Sol

I’ve been away most of the time due to school and other stuffs, although we just had our Christmas vacation (Not really, it’s like already a month) I haven’t updated often like I usually do before.

After our vacation, we had our exams, it’s not yet finished though. Teacher pushed it till Monday. I need to use the supposed writing time for another review session. I’m forgetful, and I hate it. Although I already have some stock-knowledge. But I need a great deal of assurance that I’ll pass the exams. There’s no harm anyway. It’s for the sake of my future. *laughs* Anyway, about the reason of my delay:

• ► Well, my Bestfriend bought these awfully cute and fluffy quails. And she asked me to take care of it. I can decline but I chose not to. And it’s fun taking care other animals. I grew up taking care variety of animals in my place; cows, pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, mice…etc. 
• ► Being a mother quail is not that easy. In their every chirp I have to wake up from my deep slumber. I was anxious that maybe a mouse would eat them. I already lost one, they are actually three, the pink one (since they colored them) died, I dunno the reason. After that, I’ve become more anxious I can’t even sleep and just stare at the two remaining. My father would always comment that I gave more time gawking at my quails than do my everyday routine. I was just there at the corner, being a mother quail staring at every movement of my little babies. It’s fun though. It seems not but it is. Their little innocent antics would definitely make you laugh.

So yeah, I spend my whole free time taking care of my little quails. They are still vulnerable till now, still need my aid. I’ll try to do my updating if I have more EXTRA time, and after we finish our exams and the report I should have done so last year. My teachers are making it hard for me to plan for my days. They would always ruin what I already planned with their unplanned activities.