A Red-Bound Tome

Fair Warning

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 13:21:04 GMT

Okay, I know I keep saying I'm back. I know I keep vanishing off the face of the internet, then coming back for a few days, then vanishing again. I know. Believe me, I'm not please with this fact.

I'm not here to say that I'm back again. I'm here to say that I have no idea what my life is trying to do to me, and god only knows when I'll be back. Don't be surprised if you see me leave the odd comment/post. Then again, don't be surprised if you don't see hide nor hair of me for a while.

I'm probably going to be moving again soon, so that'll mean my internet'll be down for a few days and I won't be able to post even if I want to.

Basically, RL sucks ass and I have got to deal with it before I can have internet fun. I'm sorry. To anybody who happened to get worried about me, or who wondered what's going on, I'm sorry. Really, I didn't used to be this much of a flake. Honestly. It's just...I'm a mess right now. Sorry.

Zombie 'Puter Rises From Grave

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 03:02:47 GMT

Well, THAT was fun, I must say. shiinabambi and jenerik_brand are probably wondering where I went, since I told them both I'd talk to them "tomorrow" and then VANISHED into Fat Air. Sorry! *bowbowbow* My computer is a Zombie Comp, and it decided to die on me. My internet (which some of you know is having problems), isn't fixed yet either. I'm waiting for a replacement WAP, and until then will have the same unreliable service I had the week before I vanished. Ugh.

Megan, if you're reading this, please, please, please don't eat me! I swear, I didn't mean to worry you! Everything is alright, I promise! It was only a technical error! *runs in ph34r of her sister's wrath*

Okay, well then...For those of you who know me well (read: my sister), you know that I do this kind of "poof! She's gone! Poof! She's back!" thing pretty often and it's just kinda a hazard of knowing me to occasionally be offended when I accidentally ignor you for a week or so (or longer). For those of you just now meeting me or trying to get to know me, this is a warning. I'm not really "flakey", but my RL situation is weird and delicate and often changes with only an hour or so's notice. My computer/internet is almost always unstable and I tend to pop in and out of the internet scene. Sorry in advance.

Off Work for the Night...

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 13:52:16 GMT

So yeah, I stayed up all night last night so I could attend inuerotica's Fall Porn Party (whoa, am I ever glad I did!) this morning (whee, timezones). Somehow, I'd managed to convince the old hag that I work for to let me off tonight; I'm so wiped already. I could just jump into bed right now (been up for 'bout 30 hours), but I know I'll have a helluva time getting back onto schedual if I do that. *sigh* So, up I stay.

    After the party ended, I realized I needed something to occupy my time, so I tried working on a moon phase calculator program I've been working on. That went alright, but the math! Oh, the math! It breaks my brain. >_< Seeing as I was already tired, I didn't do too terribly much on that particular project.

    To while away the time until bed, I tried some drawing. First, tried to fanart Kenshin. Failed spectacularly. So then, I went back to working on a piece of Qui-Gon fanart for mah sis. Failed even harder (I'm seriously contemplating starting over on the whole damn thing, though I REFUSE to abort that angle!). So then I sat down and tried to draw one of my OC's (don't worry, he's never yet been Gary Stu'd into fanfic of any sort). Even with a dude I designed, the results were phale.
    Admitting defeat, I turned on the ole emulator for some monster-bashing ah la Majora's Mask. THAT I could actually do. I pwn'd the Great Bay Temple and then went on a random monster-smacking spree all across Termina. That wasted about three hours.
    Alas, it also reminded me of how sexy I used to think Adult!Link from OoT was. So I whipped out the old drawing pad and tried to render my fantasies onto paper. Epic. Phailure. *headdesk* Seriously, it's like my drawing skillz have just up and vanished.

    So now I'm bored, having already written a whopping 27 fanfics (mostly citrus) and done just about everything else there is to do around here. My flatmates are complete and total asses and boring to talk to. Besides that, they're all out having fun somewhere without me. So yeah. Grumpy, tired and bored. Oh, and did I mention horny? Yeah, well, that's like a constant this time of the month. *grumbles*

    I think I'm going to go dig out a movie or some anime or something and watch that. I've just gotta be carefull to sit in an uncomfortable position lest I fall asleep. XD

Never Thought I'd See the Day...

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 16:12:05 GMT

Finally, it has happened. I never thought I'd see the day. This is just completely surprising and I'm still left giggling in shock.

Inuyasha boxer shorts.
Yes, my friends, Inuyasha now has it's very own line of underwear; or, as I like to call them, "Inu-Pantsu".

Image not scanned by me, but greyed out for emphasis by me.

I think what weirds me out the most is the fact that we've got balloon!Shippou as the image.
Seriously, what dude on earth is gonna wear that? XD

Drabble: Haunted

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 14:40:51 GMT

Title: Haunted

Author: Brassenaurian

Rating: G

Genre: General

Fandom: Inuyasha.

Characters: Inuyasha, Kikyou (not really romantic, but Inu/Kik shippers could take it that way.)

Warnings: Possible spoilers for chapter 463

Word Count: 200 (stupid thing refused to get any smaller)

Summary: Her spirit may not haunt him, but her death does.

Author's Notes: Written for forthrightly's Second Annual Halloween Drabble Challenge. The theme I'm using here is "Haunting". Nothing too spectacular about it; though I couldn't get it down to 100 words, so it's the next best thing at 200.

He turned to the side a bit, instinctively stopping before he fell from the tree branch. The expression on his face was pained, though there was no outward cause for it. Fuzzy ears pressed down close to his skull, even now that his eyes were open and his mind pulled from the realms of dreams.

For a split second, he thought he spied the lights of her soul collectors off in the distance; but no, it was just a trick of his tired mind.

He shifted again, trying to get comfortable so that he might sleep a bit more that night.

Every waking moment, it seemed, was filled with thoughts of her life and her death. When he slept, his mind continued along that track by dreaming of her, of ways he might have saved her.

A soft breeze stirred the sleeve of his jacket, feeling for all the world like her gentle hands. Opening his eyes again, he sighed and resigned himself to yet another night with only a few minutes of sleep.

She had moved on, found peace, accepted her death. Why could he not do the same?

Her spirit may not haunt him, but her death does.

Drabble: Fear

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 14:00:18 GMT

Title: Fear

Author: Brassenaurian

Rating: G

Genre: General

Fandom: Inuyasha.

Characters: Inuyasha, Kagome (make what you will of it)

Word Count: 100

Summary: What does Inuyasha really fear?

Author’s Notes: Written for forthrightly's Second Annual Halloween Drabble Challenge (dude, that’s a mouthful). It’s a perfect drabble, which was HARD to pull off. Damn, this thing became a monster before I knew it...How, I’m still not sure. XD

Fear was something Inuyasha didn’t like, something he tried to avoid Unfortunately, it came all too frequently.

Each time he turned human, Inuyasha feared for his life. His diminished senses couldn’t tell him what lurked in the shadows, so he was left to imagine it.

As bad as those nights were, however, there was another thing he feared even more; a thing, which came around just as often.

Every time Kagome jumped into that well, Inuyasha feared that she might never come back. The thought that he might find himself alone again, that was a far worse fear than death.

Obsession

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:12:57 GMT

Title: Obsession

Author: Brassenaurian

Genre: General/Angst

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 682

Author’s Notes: This was written for silverontherose's October Obsession Challenge. The grammar is absolutely terrible in some places, and it almost irks me to leave it like that. However, it is done on purpose, and I believe it actually makes things sound better this way. Or rather, it sounds more like I had intended it to sound.

He’s been obsessed with me for years now. I don’t think either of us knows exactly when His feelings changed from casual interest to full out obsession, but it was a long time ago. Now, we’re engaged in a private battle that, in a way, has already claimed both of our lives.

When I was a child, I thought He couldn’t take anything more from me than my virginity and maybe my life. I thought He couldn’t take my dignity, my honor or my family. Ah, such naivety.

With a simple movement of His hand, a click of metal and the sight of a cocked gun, He gave me an ultimatum: My dignity, or someone else’s life.

With a smirk and a few choice words, He reminded me that I’d thrown my honor out the window already. No honorable warrior would have lived so long by the policy that the ends justify the means.

It took Him a little longer to rob me of my family, but eventually He took them as well. Even the strongest of men have a breaking point, and my brother is no exception.

I used to say it was my father who taught me how to fight.

But it wasn’t.

I didn’t know a thing about what fighting truly meant until I fought Him.

I used to say it was my mother that taught me to be strong and to never give up.

But I was wrong.

I gave up so easily until He forced me not to.

I used to say it was my brother who taught me how to improvise and roll with life’s punches.

But that wasn’t true.

He showed me what life could really throw my way, and how to compensate.

In a way, He worked like an artist would work on a sculpture; carefully stripping away everything that He didn’t need or want. Carefully molding the piece and shaping it according to His desires.

Why would he ever spend so much time on one girl? Why, when he already had a family and a life, would he become so enamored with a mere child that he would throw away everything in order to pursue her? Why would he not lose interest, even after she had moved on and tried to forget about all the things he had done? After she had tried to forgive him? After she had grown up? What ever made him so...obsessed?

Ever since it started, He’s told me that I was His property, and that I would serve no master but Him. I used to tell myself that I was rebelling against Him, that I was fighting Him, that I would serve no master at all. In reality, I was doing what He wanted, what He expected. He followed me, and I ran. He reared up and I took the challenge. He threatened and I countered. Every single thing that I did, He had already counted on.

Even now, I’m not sure which one of us is in control. I’m sitting here on the rooftop in the cool of the evening, looking out over the city which is my temporary refuge, and all I can think of is Him. How do I defeat Him? Is it even possible? What’s He doing now? All of these questions, and no answers in sight.

I can tell that He is not the only one who is obsessed. Slowly, over the years, my life has come to revolve around one thing, one person: Him. I can’t rest until I defeat Him, and He won’t rest until He defeats me. We’re both as tangled up in this web as the other. A web of our own making.

Downstairs in my suitcase there is a revolver. Once it was the mark of His obsession with a girl he could never truly have; for a wall of age and His own twisted thoughts kept Him from His goal. Now, it is the mark of my obsession with a man who I can never truly defeat; for there is too much of Him inside myself.

GASP! ITS A MEME!!!

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 07:08:27 GMT

Please, please don't tell me I'm falling into the meme-pit.
Ah well, I suppose I can post just this one and the world won't end...

You Would Be a Pet Cat

Independent and aloof, you don't like to be dependent on anyone.
And as for other people, you can take them or leave them. You often don't care.
You live your life by your own rules. And you have deep motivations that no one truly understands.

Why you would make a great pet: You're not needy or greedy... unlike other four legged friends.

Why you would make a bad pet: You're not exactly running down to greet people at the door

What you would love about being a cat: Agility and freedom

What you would hate about being a cat: Being treated like a dog by clueless humans

What Kind of Pet Would You Be?

A Rant and Some Dinner Plans

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 05:10:37 GMT

Well, I must say my day is off to a splendid start. I got a lovely nasty-gram from a disgruntled author over on ff.net. Therefore, I returned the favor as best as I am able.
It would seem she thought my criticism had no place in the review section; that I "had no right to and tare down my [the author's] dreams with your hateful childish stupid review". That's actually one of the better grammatical syntaxes of her review response email.
I admit, I do tend to get harsh when reviewing fanfiction, but I am ALWAYS polite and encouraging about it. I don't always use perfect grammar myself, but I make a point of it when I write and I expect others to do the same. I DID point out her more glaring grammatical flaws and some continuity issues. I also told her that I was in no way flaming her, and would like to see the story continue (and I was serious). She had stated in her Author's Notes at the beginning that she wanted "helpful criticism", so I did not feel when I wrote the review that I was doing anything rude.
Now, I know that I'm not the most pleasant person in the world, and I know that I can sometimes come off as a cantankerous old bat. There is a very good reason for this, one that I explained to this girl via email this morning. I'm a bitch. I am a nasty, cynical, misanthropic, snarky, cocky, intolerant, hot-tempered and holier-than-thou bitch. Trying to insult me by stating a fact of which I am already aware will serve no purpose other than to give me something else to be smug about and you something else over which to fume with frustration.
After I pointed out the above face, I daresay the poor girl was even more disgruntled. She proceeded to vociferate about how I had torn down her dreams of becoming a writer, how she would never recover her shattered self-esteem and how ashamed of myself I should be. First off, I am not ashamed of myself for giving you HONEST, POLITE CRITISCISM when you LITERALLY ASKED FOR IT. Secondly, if this is the kind of fit you throw the second someone gives you a review other than "lol this is gr8 keep it up i cant wait to see what happens next omg ur so mean! update soon!” I should be quite proud of myself for saving you the horrors of professional critics should you have ever become a professional writer. Secondly, I don't give a flying **** about your self-esteem. No one in this world does except for your parents and school counselor, and no one ever will.
In the end, she gave up and threw her fit elsewhere while I went and grumbled to the cat while having a smoke and a cup of coffee. I certainly hope I can rid myself of this bad mood before I have to go to work and be all cheerful.

In other news, my housemates have been craving some good old-fashioned home cooking from the States, so I'm not going to be trying my gyoza recipe tonight. Instead, I'm going to make up a big batch of biscuits and gravy, along with some southern fried chicken, butternut squash, collard greens, black eyed peas and apple turnovers for enders. I just hope they like it.

A Drabble That Came Out of Nowhere

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 08:17:06 GMT

Title: Protection
Author: Brassenaurian
Rating: G
Genre: General/Romance. Angst if you squint.
Warnings: Not for this one
Pairing/Characters: Inuyasha/Kagome and Houjou also makes an appearance.
Summary: Inuyasha vowed to protect her from everything.
Word Count: 200, because I couldn’t squash it down to 100.
Author’s Notes: I have absolutely no idea what came over me. One moment, I’m sitting there listening to rock and roll, the next second I’m sitting at my computer typing up a drabble. WTF?

Protection. It was as simple as keeping her safe from Naraku; as complicated as keeping her safe from himself.

He growled as the demon got closer. No way in hell was that filthy beast going to lay a hand on her. He didn’t really give a damn what happened to the demon, or himself, so long as she remained safe. He had to protect her.

He sighed as he watched her. She seemed so peaceful in this era, so at ease. As if she thought nothing could hurt her. Stupid girl. Even if there weren’t any demons around, she still needed protection from all the other dangers of the world. He settled in to watch over her sleep. He was her protector.

His heart ached when he saw her talking to that other boy, her classmate. She came over to him afterwards and asked if anything was wrong. He wanted to say yes, that everything was wrong, that she shouldn’t be bothering with that other one when she had him. He wanted to say that he loved her. But he didn’t. He grunted and told her she was stupid, that nothing was wrong. After all, he wanted to protect her.

Challenge Banners

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 23:20:37 GMT

Well, I haven't really had the chance to participate in many challenges yet, nor have I won any awards. However, I've already got a couple of banners and I figured now was as good a time as any to set up a place to keep them.

Mundanity and a meme.

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 11:10:51 GMT

Well, my sodding messenger client's gone off the deep end. Yahoo has also decided to lay the smackdown on me by deleting my account for seemingly no reason. AOL, my only other option, went whacko as well; I'm only getting about half of my emails (I know this because of LJ notifications) and I can't send anything out. I do not understand why the internet hates me so much. *sigh*
I'm trying to get things movin' again, but it's not going so well. If you've tried to contact me within the last few days, or if I should have contacted you, I'm sorry. Now you know what's keeping me.

In other news, I found this meme thing on akebo's page and felt like trying it out. Amazing how accurate their little profile thing was, and the widget is pretty cool too.

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Work, singing, and other mundane things.

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 04:28:38 GMT

    Well, all seems cool for now. I just finished lunch and practicing the song I'm supposed to sing at work tonight. Wow, am I glad that cold didn't leave my voice hoarse.
    Last night at work, one of my clients found out that I used to sing a bit. So, he asked me if I knew any good songs. I hemmed and hawed a bit, but was eventually convinced to sing. I sing all the time when I'm alone, so it's not like I was out of practice. My skills seem to have held through the moves, because upon finishing the entire bar applauded. I think I turned about nine shades of crimson.
    After work, the boss wanted to talk to me. She liked my singing, and thought it would be a good way to get more repeat customers. So, she decided that I'm to sing three days a week: Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Monday and Wednesday are both slow days, but Friday usually isn't. I suppose the idea is that they'll hear me Friday, and come back on another slow day to hear me again.
    Can't say that I'm not flattered, but it's still strange to be singing for pay. Still, I really like singing, and it's more interesting than waitressing, so you're not gonna hear me complaining! ;)

    In other news, I have encountered a new enemy. My dear roomie (we'll call her The Blonde), has decided that I need to get onto an excercise regime. Okay, whatever, I thought. I did not realize that this would entail waking up at 7:00 in the bloody morning to go for a run in the 85 degree four-hundred percent humidity. I don't get home until three am, because I help close up the bar, and like hell I'm gonna get up at seven every morning just to run around getting hot and sweaty. And THEN come home and eat that repulsive "Health Food" that she (and some of my co-workers) are trying to make me eat. I am perfectly happy getting my excercise by biking around the city to do my errands and I am perfectly happy eating my own cooking that has always proved healthful thus far.
    So now, the battle against the roommate's Plot begins...

slinks into room Hey there, everybody...

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 08:18:55 GMT

So I vanished for ages, then came back saying all was cool, then proceded to drop off the face of the internet again. Yep, that's me, little ol' Miss Reliable. ^_^;;

Well, in short, this has been one hell of a year. Two moves, and I'm now an entire bloody ocean away from where I started. Along with that we've had lots of fun job changes and other nice things. But that's all excuses.

I seriously doubt that anyone even remembers me anymore. If somebody does, it'd be great if you'd drop me a line; even if it IS a flame.

I guess that's pretty much it. Life is semi-settled again; but that never does mean much when you're talking about me.

I'm writing again, but most of it's absolute crap. If I come up with anything decent I'll post it here.

Wow, no idea how to break back into the community. O_O
So much has happened since I went on my little walkabout. Well, I suppose the only thing to do is lurk and post and try to get back into the swing of things.

If my sister's reading this, then know that I'm writing again for a reason. Don't worry about me, love. All is cool, ne?

So yeah. I'm back. Maybe not for long, and maybe not as loud as I used to be, but I'm back.

I have written myself into a hole...............

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 08:43:31 GMT

Well, a few days ago I was talking to my sister and during the conversation, I came up with a rather whacked out idea: What if Inuyasha somehow ended up at my old house (when I was living there, obviously)? Now, before you run in horror, hear me out. I HATE all those stupid fanfics that make having a manga character suddenly poof into your living room seem like a peice of cake; so I am determined to write this thing as realistically as possible. This means that there will be NO romance, everyone will stay IN CHARACTER (yes, this means that Inuyasha is NOT the pansy-ass that keeps showing up in fanfiction), and there IS a damn language barrier (come on people, he's from 15th century Japan; even if he DID end up in New York or wherever, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance Kagome would've taught him fluent English???)!
This is much harder than I though it would be. See, the trouble is that Inuyasha is a difficult person; he has never yet (in the manga cannon) gotten along very well with people he doesn't know (especially if he doesn't know what the hell's going on). In fact, he tends to be kinda hostile when he didn't intend to run into other people (even more so if Kagome wouldn't step in) and when things start really not going his way, he usually resorts to violence (how many times has Kagome stopped him from blasting annoying villagers to the moon?). Taking all of this into consideration, I'm having some serious issues not getting myself killed in my own fanfic. Add this to the fact that I'm sure I would freak out and probably think myself mad if he really DID end up in my house; and we have a problem.
Actually, it's more of a brick wall. I got to the middle of the second chapter and then...nothing. It just kinda died. I want to continue it, but I have no idea what to do next. I thought that maybe I could get some opinions from writers better than myself, and hopfully I can continue with this monster of a fic. I guess my biggest problem is that I really don't know where this thing is going. Help!!

EDIT:
I took it down because it's utter crap and I've got a better idea and some semblance of a plotline. At this point, I seem to have turned Inuyasha into a weird-form of Mary-Sue, and myself into Inuyasha. Don't ask me how this happened, it just did. So I'm fixing it, and then maybe I'll post it. The idea is hard to begin with. Add that to the fact that I rarely (if ever) finish multi-chapter fanfics, and we have a problem. If I DO manage to get this thing to be half-way decent and posted, consider it a sign from God that the end is nigh.

I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 21:24:49 GMT

Dear GOD! I haven't been on here in so long, you'd think I was DEAD or somthin'! Well, I'm fine; but I've moved to a different city and that was a sudden and unwelcome change. Still, I've pretty much gotten over it at this point.
I'm also (still) living with a roomate. Ah well, one day, I WILL have my own bathroom! I have made that my entire gole in life!

Lot's to do, lot's to say, but no time now to say it. Argh. But I will say this:
To all of the friends I met here, and to my sister who I know reads this, I am SO SORRY that I dropped off the face of the internet like that!! It was unavoidable, really! I also promise that I'm back, and I'll try not to do it again. Sorry if I freaked out/pissed off/upset anyone!

Why I've dropped off the face of the Internet

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 06:46:19 GMT

Hey. I've been rather invisible lately. This is because my internet has been down. You see, the ice broke the phone lines, and I have dial up. They're still not fixed, so I won't be on very much for a while yet.
So how am I writing this if the phone lines are down? Well, I've got a VERY unstable wireless connection that I've used a few times since this happened; but it crashes so much that it's not really worth it. For every minute that I'm on the net I spend about twenty minutes playing with the thing trying to make it work. *sigh* Ah well.

I hope to be back really soon.
Until then, may the wind fill your sails and a following sea!

I'm sorry, but this is just too frikken' funny!

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 17:50:18 GMT

Right, so I was trollin' around the internet, just hanging out 'cause I'm bored. I come across this meme on a forum. So, being bored, I figured I'd go take the thing. I mean, hey, they're fun even though I don't usually post the results. But this one, the first little "character profile" is so fuckin' (pardon the pun) accurate it's just sick. This just struck me as too funny not to post:

LJ anime fiasco
LiveJournal Username
Do you like anime?
If you were an anime character which would you be more like?
Can you speak and/or read Japenese?
Do you draw anime characters for fun?
What do you think of the people who dont like anime?

Is the sex-obsessed boy who is turns out to be a demon and who traveks with the heros:	butteryasha
Is the girl who holds the fate of the world in her hands:	inwe_elensar
Is the evil monster who'll try to stop the girl from saving everyone:	butteryasha
Is the faithful advisor in this LJ anime:	inwe_elensar
Is the magical object that the group of heros encounter to help save the world:	inwe_elensar
Is one who leaves the group and becomes high evil dude #2:	inwe_elensar
Is an innocent by stander whos slaughtered in an epic battle between the heros and bad guys:	inuhanyounikkie
Laughs madly at the heros when they loose and the world ends:	butteryasha


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See! HAHAHAHAA!!! That description fits our dear Butteryasha like a glove! *collapses into a heap of giggles*

A Short One-Shot

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 15:45:36 GMT

I was talking to inuhanyounikkie about how hard it is to write Sesshoumaru without him seeming OOC when this little plot bunny jumped up and bit me. Honestly, I don't know WHAT I was thinking.....But maybe someone'll like it:

Title: My Elusive Visitor

Genre: Humor

Rating: PG

Word Count: 688

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything I’m writing about in this one-shot.

Author’s Notes: How many of us female fanfiction have had this happen? Warning: Innuendo abounds.

He keeps me up late at nights. It’s got to be some kind of game to him, this dance of ours. I call to him, trying to tempt him into the open where I can see him more clearly. He will have none of it, standing just off into the shadows, smirking at me. Mocking me.

Finally, I grow tired and leave him to his mind games while I get some sleep. Or so I would like. As soon as I am almost asleep, he comes closer. My ears, sharp as they are, can never pick up the sound of his footfalls as he pads into my bedroom. I feel him when he stops beside my bed. He’s still as silent as the grave, as always. I stay still, unsure of what to do. I know that if I turn, or make any motion to get up he’ll disappear back into the night as quickly as he came. I also have the nagging knowledge that if I don’t get up I’ll chance missing whatever he may decide to do.

Eventually I settle on staying still and letting the demon do what he may. He simply stands there, silent and stoic as ever. I keep hoping that tonight will be one of those rare and wonderful nights that he stays with me.

Then it happens: His touch is very gentle as he lays his hand on my shoulder. Were this anyone else I would say he was timid; but not this one. The one is never timid in anything he does. Quick as lightning, he flips me onto my back and his hand moves to my neck; his claw rests over my jugular. Most would be frightened to have him so close; and terrified to have his claws at their throat. But not me. I trust him and I know he won’t hurt me so long as I do. After all, that’s the entire point of this isn’t it? To make sure I trust him.

My eyes are locked on his. Both of us are impassive, but he manages to seem much more cold and aloof. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he lets go of my neck and sits on the bed beside me. He is still silent as he watches me sit up. I am smiling, and he still has that indifferent look on his face. I don’t know whether it’s an act or not; though there must be something he likes about me for him to keep coming back like this.

We move around a bit until he is behind me; able to watch my every move over my shoulder. His warm breath on my neck excites me, as does his every touch. How does he know just what to do to get me moaning his name and writhing with impatience? I don’t know, but I love him for it.

Even though he doesn’t speak, I know whatever meaning he wishes to convey with his actions. This close to him our every thought is understood without trouble. This close to him, I know him better than he knows himself.

My breath is quick in my chest, my heart pounding. I lean back and sigh in ecstasy. The thought of what will happen when the night is over, what the consequences of this pleasurable act will be, is far from my mind. The only thing I can think of is the pleasure of the moment. What a rush! The high of tonight’s activities hits me like a wall and it feels like I’m soaring through the sky with this demon...

The next morning when I wake I am alone. I sigh to myself, having known this would be the case, as it always is. When morning comes and the first gray light of dawn creeps over the horizon he disappears into the fleeting shadows. Always.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes, get my almost filled notebook and turn on my laptop. The screen lights up and I ready myself to transcribe the story I wrote last night onto the word-processor, as I always do.

ANOTHER Sequel, this one to a different drabble!

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 16:08:13 GMT

Right, so I went and read "You're Late" by inuhanyounikkie. Well, just like "Kiss Seventeen" it inspired a sequel. And just like the line of sequels for "Kiss Seventeen", I think this may turn out to be a drabble series.

Title: Flowers For M’Lady

Genre: Inuyasha Romance

Rating: G

Word Count: 100

Disclaimer: I own neither the blushing hanyou nor his lady love.

Author’s Notes: This is a sequel to “You’re Late” by Inuhanyounikkie.

“You’re late,” he’s always snarky when I’m the least bit late. I look down. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers. Are they for me? Was he waiting for me? Who else could the flowers be for? I smile at him, and to my chagrin, I also blush a little.

“I’m sorry Inuyasha. I didn’t mean to make you worry,”

Now it’s his turn to blush. A warm fuzzy feeling comes over me as I realize this proves the flowers are for me. He seems to remember he’s holding a bouquet as he looks down and blushes even more.

“Here Kagome,”

The (possibly last) Latest Shippo Sequel

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 13:41:22 GMT

Here it is, the latest Shippo sequel to "Kiss Seventeen" by inuhanyounikkie. It'll probably be the last sequel as well. I mean, with Jaken's death we pretty much finished his arc (unless somebody *nudges nikkie* could give me an idea for a "Rin's new babysitter" sequel), and this one pretty much finishes off Shippo's arc. I'm actually a little sad to finish the sequels......

Title: Confusing Confession

Genre: Inuyasha Comedy

Rating: G

Word Count: 100

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha, Shippo or any of the gang. If I did I’d be rolling in cash and would probably have better things to do than sitting around writing fanfiction.

Author’s Notes: This is another part of the....Well, I guess it’s a bit of a series now. Anyway, it’s one sequel of many that spun off of Inuhanyounikkie’s “Kiss Seventeen”. Funny how a challenge fic could inspire so many drabbles.......

Shippo was even more confused after speaking to Inuyasha. He’d finally managed to get the hanyou to tell him what was wrong, but the confession made little sense.

“Inuyasha, can’t you just tell me what I did so I can fix it!?”

“Uhh...You....Uhhh....You’re still a kid!” was the spluttered half-answer given by a red-faced hanyou. What did being a kid have to do with anything? Inuyasha couldn’t fault him for being young. Was Inuyasha jealous of him because he was still a kid and therefore could enjoy life without adult worries? Yes, that must be the case.

The Newest Jaken Sequel

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 13:34:06 GMT

This is just for you inuhanyounikkie, Jaken's death!

Title: He Died of Embarrassment

Genre: Inuyasha Comedy

Rating: G

Word Count: 100

Disclaimer: I thought we covered this already; I DON’T OWN INUYASHA!

Author’s Notes: Yeah, this one is gonna be reeeeeeeaaaaaly hard to understand if you haven’t read “Kiss Seventeen” (by Inuhanyounikkie) and all the sequels involving Jaken that I wrote for it. Also, even though this technically takes place before “The Terrible Fate of Poor Master Jaken”, it should be read after that one or you’ll spoil Jaken’s Fate. Did that make any sense at all?? No, I thought not......

It was odd, the imp’s reaction. He had been pestering his master for days to know what he had done wrong, and when Lord Sesshoumaru had finally taken pity on Jaken and answered, this was what he got. The imp was spluttering incoherently, and his normally green complexion had turned a lovely shade of purple that reminded Sesshoumaru vaguely of his mother’s favorite kimono.

“M-My Lord! I didn’t mean to...I mean...” more spluttering.

“You did Jaken. I, Sesshoumaru, am not amused,”

Poor Jaken. The imp keeled over right on the spot. Whoever would think one could die of embarrassment?

Another Sequel. Gee, why ain't I surprised?

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 13:25:45 GMT

Yep. The plot bunnies are still biting. So here's another drabble to follow the Shippo sequels to "Kiss Seventeen" by inuhanyounikkie

Title: A Negotiating Genius

Genre: Inuyasha Comedy

Rating: G

Word Count: 100

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha. I never have, and I never will. Get over it.

Author’s Notes: Yep. It’s another sequel. Man, this thing is developing into an actual Plot. I might actually go back sometime in the future and turn it into a real story instead of a collection of drabbles. Anyway, this all started with “Kiss Seventeen” by Inuhanyounikkie, so you’d better read that and all the Shippo sequels I’ve written before you read this.

That had been easy. Much easier than he’d expected it to be, in fact. The fact that he hadn’t actually given Shippo a straight answer didn’t upset Inuyasha in the slightest; instead it made him feel quite accomplished. Obviously, he had done something right considering the fact that the kit had stopped asking uncomfortable questions. Inuyasha commended himself on a job well done. He must be a genius the way he got out of telling Shippo the truth and still silenced him. Now, if only his wonderfully superior negotiating skills could come through again and keep Kagome from going home....

Another Day, Another Drabble

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 13:07:17 GMT

The old grandfather clock chimed 6:30. Darkness blanketed the countryside; no light would have filtered in the window even if it wasn't obscured by snow. But that didn't stop Them. They knew that it was time for waking. They wouldn't leave her alone even if she did try to sleep. They milled around the floor, some of Them were even bold enough to hop up onto her bed. Finally, she stirred........

I woke up early this morning. Well, no, the clock chimed 6:30 and that's when I usually rise to go to work, but still being snowed in I knew I could sleep late. However, something woke me up. My groggy brain had no clue what. But when I turned on the light, I knew what It was; and the sight of It would have made me scream had I not remembered to breath. All over the floor, and even a few on the bed, were plot bunnies of every size and color!
Looking around, I realized that quite a few of them were pink (these are the ones that are inspired by inuhanyounikkie ). Well, if I just leave them alone they'll keep breeding and eventually EAT me! god knows WHAT would happen! So, I stood and - being careful not to step on any of them - I went to the computer to write. This is the first drabble that I turned out:

Title: The Fate of Poor Master Jaken

Genre: Inuyasha Comedy

Rating: G

Word Count: 100

Disclaimer: You still don’t get it, do you? Fine, I’ll say it again, and I’ll be sure to make it as monosyllabic as possible. “Me no own so you no sue”

Author’s Notes: This is yet ANOTHER drabble that is a sequel to Inuhanyounikkie’s “Kiss Seventeen” And I’ve got a little bit of a plot going on here, so you’re gonna be confused unless you go back and read all the prequels.

Poor master Jaken. Poor, poor master Jaken. That thought was all Rin could think as she walked along beside Lord Sesshoumaru. What had he done to warrant such a fate? The little girl was silent and somber for the first time since she began traveling with her lord and his servant. Her silence was due to her ponderings. She was pondering why master Jaken had died, what grave misdeed he had done to anger the gods so. For it must have been quite a crime to warrant such an...odd manner of death. Honestly, how can one die of embarrassment?

One Last Drabble, Then Bed.

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 03:10:42 GMT

I went to bed. The plot bunny bit. I smacked it. Undeterred, it bit again, harder this time. I kicked across the room and tried to go back to sleep. Nothin' doin'. After a couple of minutes it jumped back onto the bed and bit my elbow. This time, I actually got up and locked it in the bathroom. I really thought that'd take care of it. However, it would seem that plot bunnies can either open doors or slide under them; because just as I was almost asleep it POUNCED up onto my bed and BIT me on the nose! HARD. I quickly bandaged my nose (hmmm....I wonder if I should have gotten that rabies shot after all.....) and would have shoved the thing outside, except I can't get outside because there's twelve feet of snow in front of the door. So I did the only sane thing I could think of: I conceded to it's demand and turned on the computer, ready to write another drabble. Said drabble started out as 328 words. I just about killed myself whittling it down to 100. But here it is, yet another sequel to "Kiss Seventeen" by inuhanyounikkie. And, like all it's predecessors, this bunny was preggers, so there will be a sequel to this. In the morning, that is.

Title: The Truth

Genre: Inuyasha Comedy

Rating: G

Word Count: 100

Disclaimer: Nope. I STILL don’t own them.

Author’s Notes: This is a sequel to “Kiss Seventeen” by Inuhanyounikkie, so go read that before you read this.

This was ridiculous. He couldn’t even look at Shippo without getting flustered. Inuyasha knew that Shippo had no idea what...It, had looked like. Therefore, the stupid kit also had no idea why Inuyasha was so upset. It was maddening. Kagome wouldn’t let him breath a word of the reason to Shippo. So what was Inuyasha supposed to say? All he could do was brush the kit off, which wouldn’t work much longer. No, next time Shippo asked Inuyasha had tell him the truth.

“Inuyasha, can’t you just tell me what I did so I can fix it!?”

Oh shit.

A Red-Bound Tome

Fair Warning

Zombie 'Puter Rises From Grave

Off Work for the Night...

Never Thought I'd See the Day...

Drabble: Haunted

Drabble: Fear

Obsession

GASP! ITS A MEME!!!

A Rant and Some Dinner Plans

A Drabble That Came Out of Nowhere

Challenge Banners

Mundanity and a meme.

Work, singing, and other mundane things.

*slinks into room* Hey there, everybody...

I have written myself into a hole...............

I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!!!

Why I've dropped off the face of the Internet

I'm sorry, but this is just too frikken' funny!

A Short One-Shot

ANOTHER Sequel, this one to a different drabble!

The (possibly last) Latest Shippo Sequel

The Newest Jaken Sequel

Another Sequel. Gee, why ain't I surprised?

Another Day, Another Drabble

One Last Drabble, Then Bed.

slinks into room Hey there, everybody...