Kitsuki

AHH!

2006-11-21T06:27:33Z

I am lost somewhere between Japanese language classes and Tokyo competition. I have not seen myself for days. If you happen to find me, please return me to myself immediately. I should be consididered unarmed, but still potentially dangerous. Please approach with caution.

*SNOOORE*

PS I'm losing the ability to speak in English.
PPS My ~~witty~~ crappy punning is suffering thusly. Sorry my darling bovine spongiform encephalopathy...
PPSS I also can't use a fork, though my mad hashi skills aren't exactly boast-worthy.

I'm going to nap in the robby ~~that cracks me up every time~~ ~~but not as much as Markus eating weggies for dinner~~ until the tea hour thingy.

kitsukikun @ 2006-11-02T00:26:00

2006-11-02T05:26:20Z

I'm fussy. --and hungry. I'm always hungry here.

And I like a boy. (wtf?) a boy that actually looks like a boy, unlike the korean and squishy face. and not just someone i'd settle for unlike... well... people I've dated in the past.

Andy thinks he's gay. That would explain a lot. *sigh*
My gaydar is giving me a headache here, so I had to turn it off. Seriously, it spazes constantly... like what the hell kind of straight boy wears a silk scarf? Like every Japanese boy in Nagoya. But no lesbians. Except for maybe the Ukranian girls.

I want to cuddle.

And I miss my cat.

Ise was beautiful, though. I want to live in a tree there. If I do, will someone bring me doritos? And my cat?

kitsukikun @ 2006-10-12T14:32:00

2006-10-12T05:30:47Z

You scrape the silence with your satin tongue
Tearing my sanctity—sanity
From this fruitless
grasp.

I can taste you in my sleep
Ghosting fingers on my wrists

Painting
thoughts

Upon the undulations of my flesh

Against my skin,
Your voice is a murmur.
Lulling me softly—into

you.

My sins fall crystal from my eyes
Frozen prisms of fear.

RUN!

Run away!
from your
kiss
but I
miss

you.

blue

2006-10-02T00:32:26Z

I'm a little blue.

*sigh* I feel as though nobody loves me. Dunno, I woke up feeling nice, but I suppose these things happen.

A Very Long Year--Chapter 2

2006-08-24T04:57:48Z

Title: A Very Long Year
Pairing: NSN
Rating: R, though I'm still not entirely sure yet. ~~I'm up for suggestions on the eventual rating~~
Summary: It all started with a promise: "Someday, I will surpass you all." A promise one Uchiha Sasuke could never forget. Sasuke thought his senior year of highschool would breeze by, just like the rest, but for once in his life, the boy thought wrong.

Genre: Angst,Romance,Semi-serious parody, if that makes sense. I'll try to poke at most of the cliches of high school AU's in one way or another. ~~if there's any cliche you'd like to see, I can try to work it in~~

Chapter One

The morning of torture.
The hour of insanity.
The day Uchiha Sasuke would commit his first murder.

These were some of the thoughts buzzing around in Sasuke’s mind as one desk rhythmically squeaked for forty-five minutes in a row. The bell did finally ring, signaling the end of the first hour of class. Sasuke thanked the nearest deity.

“Do you have honors English next?” He heard Ino ask the annoyance on feet.

“Yeah, with…” papers rustled “Maito Gai?”

Sasuke looked down at his own schedule. “HONORS ENGLISH 4—MAITO GAI—ENGLISH ANNEX RM D4” His eyes grew impossibly wide. The boy turned around and quickly snatched Naruto’s schedule from a pair of tan hands.

“Hey, what the hell?” He protested, but Sasuke didn’t care.

He compared the schedules.

“BLOCK A: ADVANCED CALCULUS, HONORS ENGLISH, EUROPEAN LANGUAGES 4, ART…”

Sasuke began to panic, they’d even signed up for one of the same non-academic classes.

“BLOCK B: ADVANCED PHYSICS, HONORS ASIAN CIVILIZATION, ASIAN LANGUAGES 4, ART HISTORY.”

They had all but one class together. Sasuke had never wanted to cry so much in his life.

The blond tore his schedule out of the hands of the other boy. “Jesus, man. What the hell’s your problem? You could have just asked.”

A pair of black eyes narrowed dangerously. “Idiot.”

Naruto stared back into those eyes without backing down.

‘Doesn’t this kid know who he’s dealing with?’ Sasuke glared into those angry, blue eyes. ‘I could make his life hell.’

“Er… um… Naruto?” Ino tapped on his shoulder and the blond boy broke off his side of the glare.

“Let’s go to class, OK?”

“Yeah, I just need to talk to Ibiki-sensei for a second. Will you wait for me outside? I… uh… forget where the English annex is.” Long fingers sheepishly ran through spiky blond hair.

The young woman smiled, nodded and headed out the door.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. ‘Smooth.’ Too bad the kid didn’t stand a chance in hell—the Uchiha was surprised he found some satisfaction in that thought, fully convinced, and perhaps rightfully so, that the women in this school all sported the same brain malfunction.

The brunette slowly packed up his bag, watching the interaction between teacher and student out of the corner of his eye as he walked to the door.

Sasuke watched as Naruto handed the man a stack of papers. Ibiki flipped through the stack, scanning them briefly, before offering Naruto a nod in acknowledgement.

“I’ll see you later sensei!” The blond called, walking out the door just behind Sasuke.

“So the English annex, then.” He chirped brightly to Ino.

The Uchiha ignored the cheerful conversation that passed between the two blondes, pondering the scene that had just passed before his eyes. Those papers… Did his eyes deceive him, or were those all of the release forms and such that Ibiki-sensei had handed out not more than a half an hour earlier? All of Sasuke’s were stashed in his notebook, meticulously filled out save one important line, Kakashi’s signature.

“Sasuke-kun, I just knew I’d run into you today!” Some girl chirped, latching onto his arm.

He frowned and made a modest, and ultimately unsuccessful, attempt at shrugging her away from him.

“He’s eighteen!” The thought occurred to him, spilling unbidden out of his mouth.

“What?” The young woman wore a confused look in her bland brown eyes. “Sasuke-kun, were you even paying attention to me?”

He ignored her, feeling her slip away as he rounded a corner through the heavy crowd.

‘If he were eighteen, he wouldn’t need a parent or guardian’s signature.’

The boy’s frown deepened. That had to be the case, he couldn’t think of any other options. Though, something didn’t seem quite right. The boy certainly didn’t act eighteen.

As the boy completed his not so long journey to his English class, he ran his pale fingers through his hair and sighed. Another long year with Maito Gai. The blinding orange mural of a sunset the man had painted on the wall behind his desk nearly made Sasuke shudder. The man was insane. Certifiably.

He paused at the door, annoyed with the loud “Move it, pokey!” that came out of that idiot Uzumaki's mouth.

Sasuke glared at him, and snagged a seat in the back corner. No assigned seats meant no sitting in front of Uzumaki, but it also gave those gushing girls the opportunity to battle to the death over who got to sit next to him. Actually, now that he thought about it, Sasuke would welcome a little blood shed. He could use a few less fan girls.

“You look evil, Sasuke-kun.” Ino commented, claiming the coveted seat to his left.

She got a couple of looks ranging from jealous to venomous from the girls entering the room behind her, but a particularly poisonous glare was shot her way by Sakura, who did manage to weasel into the seat in front of Sasuke. The girls gave each other a once over before turning their separate ways, coming to an understanding of sorts.

No mortal woundings of fan girls this morning, unfortunately.

“Hey Naruto!” Ino called cheerfully. “Come sit here!” She thumped on the desk beside her.

The blond flashed her a bright grin and slid into the back, resting his head on the windowsill. Naruto glanced casually to his left to the shaggy looking boy now occupying that seat. The boy's brown eyes met his, and the blond smiled warmly, extending his hand.

“Uzumaki Naruto.” He said plainly.

The boy took his hand, and shook it roughly, looking pensive as he did so.

“Inuzuka Kiba.” He replied, looking the over the other boy as if searching for some recognition.

A light bulb clicked in his head. “Uzumaki, huh? You came in from Konoha Valley High, right?”

Naruto nodded hesitantly.

“Yeah, I remember you. I watched you play in the state soccer tournament last year! You're a hell of a player, huh?”

Naruto smiled, feeling much less self conscious about the way the other boy was sizing him up.

“Right, now I remember.” Naruto relaxed. “You're a halfback.” He paused. “I remember watching you guys playing in the finals. You've got a mean left foot!”

Kiba frowned. “That was a heartbreaker of a game.”

The blond shrugged his narrow shoulders. “Second in the state in division one is nothing to sneeze at.”

“Neither is first in division three.” Kiba leaned over and gave him a sound pat on the shoulder. “Between you, that Sabaku kid, and that kick ass goalie you guys had, you pretty much mowed down all the competition in that dinky division.”

“But we would have been crushed in division one.” Naruto admitted hesitantly. “Three stars can't make up for a solid team.”

Kiba brightened. “But this year will be great!” He glanced up at the red head currently looking bored and detached in front of the blond soccer star. “With you two on our team, we'll kill those creepy freaks from Sound! You’re playing, right?”

“YOU MUST PLAY, NARUTO-KUN! YOU TOO, GAARA-KUN!”

The booming voice caused Naruto to jump, but the rest of the class didn't seem too horribly surprised. His blue eyes widened comically at the bright green blob coming down the aisle at him.

“That's Gai-sensei, he's one of the head coaches.” Kiba hissed.

Naruto looked doubtfully to the spandex-clad man who now had two tracts of tears flowing down his face.

“YOU'RE YOUTHFUL FLAME BURNS BRIGHTLY THOUGH YOUR TALENT!” He crushed the boy to his chest. “And I had no idea you'd be joining our school this year, in the ranks of honors, no less!”

“OH, GAI-SENSEI,” Lee called from the front and center of the room. “ISN'T IT AMAZING!”

“LEE!” The man shouted dramatically, embracing his young student.

“GAI-SENSEI!”

The two posed perfectly in front of the teacher’s wacky mural. Naruto could almost see a wave crashing behind them as they wept.

“ISN'T IT INCREDIBLE THAT SO MANY YOUTH AT THIS SCHOOL ARE ABLE TO SHARE THEIR TALENT IN BOTH ACADEMICS AND SPORTS!” The teacher yelled proudly. “THE FLAME OF THESE CHILDREN IS SO BRIGHT, THAT I MUST RUN AROUND THE TRACK ONE HUNDRED TIMES IN ORDER TO KEEP UP!”

“Sweet!” Kiba pumped his fist in the air.

The man paused with his hands poised on his hips. “But first, come get your syllabi.”

The class groaned audibly, the loudest coming from the Inuzuka himself.

“Seriously though,” Kiba prodded as they stood in line. “Practice is out at the field behind the Greene township elementary school. Be there, or you’re dead. Gai sensei will cry and squish you until you agree, anyway. You’d be better off just showing up.”

“Yeah, sure I’ll be there.” Naruto paused. “Um… locker rooms…” He trailed off.

“Oh right! You’ve gotta change here. They’ve got locker rooms out there, but we aren’t allowed in until the elementary kids are gone.”

“Cool. Thanks man. Did you get that Gaara?”

The stoic redhead nodded. “Do you need a ride?”

Naruto grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, probably.”

The blond snatched up his syllabus and plopped back into his seat, discovering he was of the last to do so.

“Read over the syllabus, oh fine students, and if you have any questions, please feel free to ask.”

The class obeyed and the classroom fell into a state of relative silence, though the sounds of pencils tapping and the quiet squeaking of someone’s desk irritated one moody Uchiha to the brink of insanity. He’d give himself three guesses as to who was the source of most of that noise, but he figured he’d only need one.

Low voices mumbling in the front of the classroom interrupted the Uchiha from his irritation. He peered through his long bangs to the blond idiot, pointing in his direction and talking to Gai.

“OF COURSE YOU MAY GO!”

The rest of the classroom jumped, startled by the sudden outburst.

“It’s going to take a while to get used to that again.” Sasuke heard Sakura mutter under her breath.

“I shall pray for your fast return. My eternal rival can be rather difficult to locate!”

Sasuke raised his eyebrows in confusion. Meeting with the guidance counselor already? He wondered offhandedly if the kid was panicking already because of the difficult course load he’d undertaken, and was deciding to back out. He shook his head. No, he’d never get that lucky.

“Hey… uh… Sasuke, Neji, and um… Sai?” The blond began hesitantly.

“Do you guys want to meet at the beginning of lunch for that tutoring thing?”

“That would be acceptable.” Neji noted. “Where do you want to meet?”

Naruto shrugged, looking around for suggestions.

“We will meet in the PTSA tutoring room.” The Uchiha stated calmly. “If it is occupied we can look for an alternate location from there.”

“Sounds great!” Naruto chirped. “Um…”

“It’s on the third floor, right across the hall from the guidance counselors’ offices.” Ino offered.

Naruto gave her a warm smile. “Thanks Ino.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes disgustedly.

‘Annoying.’

The rest of Sasuke’s morning passed without a hitch. Surprisingly, though he had all of his Block A classes with the blond idiot, and even sat next to the other boy in his European language class, he’d been relatively subdued and freakishly pensive.

Sasuke walked into the tutoring room after retrieving his lunch from Kakashi’s office. The other three boys were already present, so Sasuke nodded curtly and sat, waiting for the moron to begin talking.

After scarfing down a few more bites of noodles that smelled suspiciously like ramen, Naruto hesitantly stood before the other three. He gave them a sheepish smile.

“Get on with it, dobe.” Sasuke goaded.

“Shut the hell up, teme.” The blond snapped back, pouting.

“As I was saying, I think I’ve got this thing figured out. I assumed that if we posted tutoring hours, we’d probably be bored right up until finals week, then get slammed.”

The three boys nodded. Even honors students were notorious for procrastination.

“So I was thinking we could set up study groups.”

“Study groups?” Sasuke was skeptical.

“What would be their function?” Sai asked calmly.

“Well that would depend on the necessity of its members.”

“Please explain.” Neji spoke, leaning forward on his hands.

“The groups will be divided based upon strengths and weakness. For example, someone who does poorly in his or her language class, but excels in math, would be paired with someone whose talents are the opposite. That way we could delegate the primary responsibility of tutoring to the groups. Because the dynamics of each will be different, they can decide for themselves if they want to meet regularly, or set up meetings as needed. Thus, only the problems that cannot be solved within the groups will be brought to us.”

“That is an excellent idea, Uzumaki-san,” Neji commented. “But how do we decide who goes in what groups?”

“Right.” Naruto wrung his hands together. “I asked Kakashi-sensei to group us based on our grades from past years.”

“Wait.” Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “We will be placed in study groups as well?”

“Of course.” The boy chirped. “Just because you guys are smart, doesn’t mean you might not have some random question in calculus when Ibiki-sensei is not available.”

Sasuke grumped. He just knew he’d get stuck with some annoying fan girl who’d need his ‘help’ every day. And knowing Kakashi, he’d get stuck with an annoying fan girl, and Uzumaki Naruto.

“We’ll split up the ancillary problems. I’ll be in charge of calc and physics, Sasuke, you’re going to do the languages, Neji, history, and Sai, English.”

“That means that you and I will be overwhelmingly more busy than the other two.” The Uchiha pointed out.

“Let me finish.” Naruto whined. “Neji will balance out my schedule, and Sai will balance yours. If we still end up swamped, we’ll give tutoring hours to our other classmates.”

Naruto paused. “Oh, and we won’t say who is tutoring what subject, so don’t worry about the girls.” He flashed the boys a quick smile. “I don’t know many women who would willingly chance subjecting themselves to me for an hour for no good reason. And we can switch subjects if we need to for one reason or the other, you know.”

“This sounds like a fine system of organization.” Neji offered Naruto an encouraging nod. “When do we get our group assignments?”

The blond shrugged. “Well, Kakashi-sensei said he could have them by tomorrow…”

The Uchiha snorted. “Then it’ll be Wednesday, at the earliest.”

“Very well.” Sai’s lips curved into an oddly blank smile. “Are we finished?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Naruto shrugged awkwardly and grabbed his notebook and the remainder of his lunch.

Sasuke nodded and dropped his sandwich back into the brown paper bag, walking briskly to the door. His sharp ears caught the lunch invitation offered to Naruto by the Hyuuga and scowled. If the kid made friends then he’d definitely stick around. He stalked down the hall with an annoyed gait, trying his best to convince himself that the tutoring system the blond idiot had come up with wasn’t a good one.

By the time the boy reached Kakashi’s office, he was practically fuming, already imagining spending endless hour after annoying hour alone with the other boy, futilely attempting to teach him the mechanics of the Italian language. He didn’t understand. He’d spent almost half of his life angsting about this boy, and now that he finally met him, he’s just assume strangle him than befriend him.

He sighed and flopped into the chair opposite his guardian, who raised his dark eyes questioningly. Sasuke simply gave the man the most venomous glare he could muster, digging roughly through his paper bag for his apple.

Kakashi, for his part, just snorted and trained his eyes back to his paperwork.

“Rough morning?” He chanced, not lifting his eyes.

“No.” The boy snapped.

The soft chuckle from the fair-haired man only served to irritate Sasuke even more.

“He plays soccer, you know.” The guidance counselor noted, seemingly out of the blue.

“ What the hell are you talking about?” Sasuke snapped.

“Language.” The man chided. “The blond kid. Sources say he’s a hell of a soccer player.”

“Language.” The brunette mocked. “And what sources?”

“Me.”

Kakashi stretched, eyeing the horror written all over the boy’s face. He wasn’t sure how, but as soon as the kid bounced into his office he’d known he would rub Sasuke the wrong way. There was just something about happy people… Particularly, happy people to whom Sasuke had trouble feeling superior.

“How would you know something like that?”

“Right, you wouldn’t know, would you?” Kakashi prodded.

“Know what?!?”

“While you were busy moping about losing at the state finals last year, the rest of the team was watching the other divisions’ final games. Uzumaki will give even you a run for your money.”

“I’ll tell you what,” the kid had grinned brightly, dropping a soccer ball and catching it on top of his foot. “Let’s play for it.”

Sasuke gave him a flat glare.

“Come on. It could be fun.” He bribed, still grinning broadly.

“Don’t be an idiot, idiot.” It was none other than twelve-year old Haruno Sakura. “Sasuke-kun is captain of the soccer team, you aren’t even on it.”

“Oh, hi Sakura-chan.” The small blond boy had blushed and scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t see you there.”

Sasuke could remember feeling the girl growing irritated.

“Don’t talk to me like you know me!” She snapped.

The grin faltered a bit, before retuning full force. “So, captain-sama,” the boy poked. “Are you game, or are you too scared?”

So he hadn’t been bluffing.

Irritated, Sasuke clenched his jaw.

“That’s what Gai-sensei was going on about this morning, I suppose.” He muttered, resigned.

“You’d better learn to get along with him, because if you don’t, you’re going to have a rough year.” Kakashi noted, his nose pointed back towards the mountain of papers on his desk. “And I hope Gai doesn’t scare him away before the state finals.”

The rest of the school day went by as well for Sasuke as had the first half, which, in case you hadn’t been paying attention, wasn’t so great. He found himself within spitting range of the annoying blond idiot all day, and even had to share a lab table with him in Physics. Though, Sasuke noted with some satisfaction, in his only Uzumaki-less class of the day, Modern Philosophy, which was decidedly full of annoying girls, he’d managed to squeeze himself into a corner, smashed in between Chouji and Shikamaru.

Sasuke arrived on the soccer field before most of the other kids. Some of the sophomore hopefuls were anxiously stretching, eyeing him as he walked by. After a summer of grueling practices, tryouts officially began today. The Uchiha dropped the bag of soccer balls he’d carried from the high school next to the coaches’ base of operations—otherwise known as the bleachers—and thumbed through the clipboard Gai-sensei had left next to the water cooler as the strange coach ran tirelessly around the field.

As team captain, the brunette had a pretty good idea of who was going to make both the varsity and JV teams this year. He’d helped the coaches draft a loose list of who would likely go to what team, and for what purpose. His eyes widened when he saw a name squeezed onto the page right beneath his.

Uchiha Sasuke: Center Striker.
Uzumaki Naruto: Center Striker.

It would figure. Though if they played the same position, there was a chance the kid would get bumped to second string. Of course, they might move him back to midfield to a position currently occupied by a weaker player.

Sasuke flipped through the tryout papers, pausing briefly on Sabaku Gaara’s, eyeing his ‘notable accomplishments’ with a nod of approval, before flipping back towards his newfound rival.

Name: Uzumaki Naruto
Age: 16
Birthday: October 10

His eyes skipped past the remainder of the personal and contact information.

Previous position(s) played: Center Striker, Konoha Valley High

Sasuke couldn’t help the growl that leaked from his throat. He also couldn’t help the widening of his eyes as they dragged across the boy’s accomplishments, written in Kakashi’s handwriting, not the boy’s own messy scrawl. Most of the awards weren’t too much to speak of, all league, district, regional, state. He’d known the boy had gone to the state finals the previous year, but there were some accomplishments that couldn’t be brushed across to the other members of his team.

Statewide, Most Valuable Offensive Player, Division three—sophomore and junior years.
Statewide, Most Valuable Player, Division three—junior year.

Division three aside, those were some impressive credentials. Kakashi wasn’t kidding when he said the blond boy would give him a run for his money.

Grumbling, Sasuke replaced the clipboard. He looked at his watch. Five minutes until go time. All of the coaches but Kakashi were milling around, doing official looking things. He walked coolly over to where most of the boys had congregated.

“We need to begin.” He stated, motioning for all of the hopefuls to join him in leisurely warm up laps around the field.

It wasn’t until forty-five minutes after the boys were done with their warm ups, and Gai had directed them mid lap into some defensive drills, that Kakashi decided to make his appearance.

He called the boys over to the bleachers, ordering them to ‘drink up’ to help negate the sweltering heat.

“For those of you who don’t know,” the man began. “I am Hatake Kakashi. Myself and Maito Gai,” Kakashi pointed to the green man still running in circles, “Are the varsity coaches. Asuma and Kurenai will head the JV squad.

“I apologize for being late, but I was looking for the bags of soccer balls, when I found this cute, little, baby bunny in the locker room, and it was obvious he was lost…”

“Liar.” Naruto mumbled, tuning out his coach’s ramblings.

“Anyway,” Kakashi continued. “Tryouts commence today, and will continue until Saturday, when we have a loose scrimmage against Point Washington’s team. We’ll post the lineup on the boy’s locker room, by the football field Saturday evening.”

A brief pause followed as the boys finished guzzling as much water as they could stomach without getting sick.

“Alright, I want to see some drills.” Kakashi ordered. “Those of you who want to be defensive players, make three lines in front of each goal. The rest line up to challenge them. Midfielders, you can alternate.” The man paused as the boys jogged into their designated positions. “Nara, Sato, Tsugi, and Nakamura, I want to see you taking turns goaltending for the middle line. Try not to get killed by the other two.

“Right, and after your turn, retrieve your ball, sprint to the other goal line, to midfield, and back to a line. That includes the sweepers, too.”

Sasuke trudged to the closest line, ignoring all the groans from lazy players, stretching out his quickly tightening hamstrings as he waited. This would be a great chance to watch both Uzumaki and Sabaku play. He smirked. If the redheaded sweeper was as good as his tryout form made him out to be, this drill could present a challenge for even Sasuke.

The first defensive player against whom the Uchiha was pitted was some poor, unsuspecting sophomore, who hadn’t a chance in hell against the boy’s quick feet. The same was true for the blond boy, whose skills were barely tested against the younger player. Gaara, though, much to Sasuke’s surprise, after a bit of fancy foot play, was able to disarm Lee’s attack, and send his ball back to midfield. The green clad boy cheered in delight as he ran to retrieve his ball, shouting about the grandeur and speed of this newfound challenge.

It was a few rounds before Naruto stood twenty feet before Gaara with a feral grin gracing his fox-like features.

“Ready Sabaku?” The blond taunted.

“For what?” The boy replied nonchalantly.

Naruto snorted and started towards the star sweeper. Sasuke narrowed his eyes in concentration. The boy was good, there was no doubt about that, but as the two danced around the ball, he had yet to see what merited the state’s MVP. He was quick, but not as fast as Neji or Lee. His movements, though apparently effective, were flashy and a tad erratic, compared to the cold precision Sasuke himself practiced.

Then he saw it. The blond finally managed to wedge his body in between Gaara and the ball, and in an instant, that ball was sailing through the goal. Sasuke blinked. Shikamaru, as lazy as he could be, was a damn good goalie, and very rarely did he find himself completely caught off guard.

What the idiot striker lacked in precision, he made up in absolute, raw power. When given a half a second opening, he could wing that ball into the corner of the net before the goalie even had time to blink. There was no doubt this kid would make a powerful weapon on Konoha Academy’s front line.

All four coaches had their heads turned toward the boy, faces shining in approval. Gai’s face was actually, literally shining, though as Sasuke well knew, there were some things—most frequently most things about his spandex clad coach—that best went unquestioned and unexplained.

Regardless, things were not looking good for Sasuke’s sanity this year, no—not good at all.

Loud footsteps echoed in the narrow, wooden stairwell outside of Naruto’s small, one bedroom apartment.

“It’s open!” The boy called before the visitor even raised his fist to knock.

A dark haired man with a sunny smile entered, the door creaking on its hinges as he shut it behind him.

“Hey Naruto. How was soccer?”

“Oh man, Iruka, their team is amazing!” A blond head poked through the open doorway between the kitchen and the living room. “They’ve got strong players everywhere!”

The blond disappeared again briefly before returning with two cups of lemonade.

“And where have you been?” The boy asked, sitting on the floor with his feet under the coffee table.

“I actually was meeting with your guidance counselor.” The man informed him, sinking onto the futon.

“Oh?” Blond eyebrows wagged suggestively.

Iruka looked decidedly unimpressed. “We were talking about you.”

“I bet.” Naruto snickered. “And how exactly did he tie us together?”

“You listed me as your emergency contact on your sports release form. Kakashi-san approached me after school this afternoon and asked if we might converse over dinner.”

“I knew there wasn’t a bunny.” The boy muttered darkly.

Chocolaty eyes blinked, confused.

“Well, how’d it go? Did you score a second date?”

Ignoring the latter half of the question, Iruka smiled warmly. “He was really impressed with your idea for study groups. He even drafted the groups already… Apparently, he was really proud of himself for doing so.”

Naruto was impressed. “Really? Did he say what group I was in?”

Iruka dodged the questioning blue eyes, burying them in his glass on lemonade.

“No, no. Oh god no! Anyone but him!” The blond pleaded.

Iruka raised his hands defensively. “Don’t bring it up with me.”

“But you told him it’d be O.K.” The blond accused. “And then you told him to put someone like Sakura-chan in my group, because I had a crush on her when I was twelve, and you felt bad.”

The older man’s jaw dropped. “How did you…”

“Oh come on, Iruka, I’ve read this story before.”

Pause.

“What?”

The blond boy pouted as loudly as he could.

“You have a friendly, casual acquaintanceship with everyone you meet, yet you keep them all at arms length. Maybe it’ll be good for you to get to know someone who isn’t charmed by your adorable little smile.”

Naruto aimed his pout at the brunette. “You’re mocking me.”

Iruka rolled his eyes. “Maybe you’ll make a real friend.”

“With that ice princess? I think not. I’d have better luck befriending a toad.”

The man snorted. “Didn’t you have a pet toad once?”

“It was a frog!”

Iruka’s chuckle blossomed through his chest as he leaned across the coffee table and ruffled the boy’s messy blond hair.

“I told him other things, too, Naruto.” The man spoke quietly, voice tipped in seriousness.

The boy’s blue eyes turned cold. “What did you tell him?”

“Naruto, I know you’re upset, but there are some things he needs to know about your life in order to do his job.”

“What did you tell him?” The boy almost looked panicky.

“Mostly about your academic history. The switching schools, the troubles with bullies, our little wager.”

The blond snorted. “I bet he got a kick out of that.”

Iruka tried to smile reassuringly. “He said if he could turn everyone into an A student by offering them free ramen, he wouldn’t have a job for very long.”

“But you told him about my parents.” Naruto began to look worried again.

“Kakashi is a smart man, and you’re an emancipated minor. I didn’t tell him any specifics, but I’m sure he made some deductions on the subject matter.”

“I just hope he doesn’t tell anything to that bastard.” The boy muttered.

“By that bastard, you mean Sasuke?” Iruka asked.

A blond head nodded. “Who else?”

“Kakashi may be a bit unceremonious at times, but I think he’s genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. Besides, it’s illegal for him to release any academic information.”

A sad smile worked its way across whiskered cheeks. Said smile slowly grew vulpine.

“Hey, since when are you two on a first name basis?” Naruto asked coyly.

A surprised blush blossomed across a pair of tan cheeks.

“So you did score a second date!”

“It wasn’t a date!” The man protested.

“Right.” The boy drawled sarcastically.

Iruka ‘hmph-ed’ indignantly.

Naruto cackled with laughter, clutching his sides and taunting the blushing man before him.

The blond stood, body still shaking with laughter.

“You can deny it all you want, but I’m going to take a shower, so I won’t be listening.”

Iruka struggled to look dignified as Naruto left the room, still chuckling softly at the other man’s antics. The man smiled softly, shutting painted wooden door quietly before trudging down the stairs to his own apartment.

He hadn’t meant to let Naruto know about his interest in Kakashi. He didn’t know when the boy had become so observant, but at least he wasn’t mad about the information he’d divulged to the other man. The teasing was a small price to pay. Besides, he’d be able to tease Naruto back about some girl… someday… maybe.

Come to think of it, the blond boy hadn’t shown any interest in any girls since his intermittent childhood crush on Haruno Sakura. On the other hand, he hadn’t really shown any interest in having friends since about that time, either.

Iruka sighed, his handsome face drooping into a slight frown. He just prayed Kakashi’s hair brained scheme would work.

Sasuke’s evening was not going particularly well. It wasn’t going particularly poorly, but it wasn’t fun either. He buried his nose in a book he’d already read, with his feet propped up on the loft, waiting for the telltale sounds of Kakashi’s keys jingling near the door of their split-level penthouse.

Sasuke liked to be left alone, but he didn’t care for being alone. Or being completely alone as the case may be. He tried to hide it—tried to ignore it—and even told Kakashi it didn’t bother him, but something about being alone in their empty apartment just reminded him too much of all the times he had been left in that cold, empty mansion as a child. Or perhaps of that final time he was left in that cold, empty mansion.

The boy shivered. He still owned that property, but he hadn’t been back in years. He was certain it had fallen into a horrible state of disrepair, imagining it to be something akin the crumbling, gothic home of Bruce Wayne. Funny, that man didn’t have any family left, either.

The boy stood, leaving his book on his chair and began pacing up and down the polished hardwood of the hallway. When he walked past his room, he noticed his notebook lying untouched on his desk. His thin lips pulled into a small frown. Because it was syllabus day, he hadn’t had any real homework assignments.

Sasuke pulled back the large blinds and stuck his nose to the slightly chilled window. He looked down and smiled—slightly. This is why he loved living here, some eighty floors from the ground. He liked watching the grids of traffic moving, just tiny squares of yellow and white light, one line stopped while the other zoomed past. It was just like the mind of Mondrian and that painting that hung on his bedroom wall.

He liked gazing, so removed from the screeching tires, the hissing of the bus’ brakes, and the random shouts of profanity that Sasuke knew littered those now tiny streets beneath him.

From atop the Uchiha Towers, everything looked perfect. Everything was neat, organized, orderly and quiet. And everyone besides Sasuke was nothing more than a moving smudge of color on the sidewalk. No one could see him; no one could touch him—no one could hurt him. It took eighty floors of separation for Sasuke to feel safe.

Life looked perfect from the top—perfect and alone.

AN: You know, I never thought of how similar Sasuke and Bruce Wayne were, until I wrote that comparison… weird. They were both children of a privileged lifestyle, who sought the approval from their busy fathers, and scared little kids whose parents were murdered in front of them at age eight. And they both blamed their fears as a weakness for the reason their parents were killed, and end up obsessing over those fears and weaknesses. You know, cuz batman’s afraid of bats. ~~and according to the first movie, Bruce’s parents were killed by a psychopath, though in the comics, it was just a mugger… Joe Chill I think…~~ But most notably, I think, Bruce left everyone and everything behind in Gotham to train under criminal Ra’s al Ghul, whose ambition is to destroy Gotham, in order to avenge his parents’ deaths. (Which he eventually doesn’t do…) Ra’s al Ghul even sort of does a body switching thing. Batman is cold, distant, and a tad arrogant. (Does anyone else remember when the Green Lantern punched him in the face and told him to get over himself?) He has trouble trusting people, as in he doesn’t even trust Superman. He’s extremely strong, but because of hard work… he doesn’t have superpowers. He’s an absolute genius, and frequently uses his wit and intellect to best his opponents. Hmmm… coincidence?

Anyway, as always, comments and criticisms are always welcome!

A new story???

2006-07-26T06:00:29Z

Yeah, a new story. =)

Why?
Because I'm in a bad mood, and I'm tired of reading ~~and writing~~ angsty, dark, depressing stories, that put me in an even worse mood.

So... *gasp* beware! A nsn high school story. *Screams in agony*
Right, so... no drug addicts, no cutters, no serious mental illness, no rare forms of fatal pinky cancer, no rape, no big, bad, evil murderers, or Russian spys, just normal high school kids doing normal high school things. I know I've been out of high school for a long time, but I don't think things have changed that much in those, what, three years now.
Not that there aren't a lot of very good stories that have dealt with those things, in fact, I can name several off of the top of my head. *smile* I'm not a hater, I swear! Our fandom just needs a pick me up. =)

Seriously though, I know kids face a lot of issues. ~~most of which seemed a hell of a lot more serious at the time~~ So don't tell me "you just don't understand how I feel... I'm layered!" We've all got our problems, but does Sasuke always have to be a cutter. Geez! *huffs* =)

Is it any good? Meh. Could be better, I'm sure. It's light and fluffy. What do you expect? This story is just for fun,
so I'm not agonizing over every detail. I do hope you enjoy, though.

So here it is! A light and fluffy, (eventually) angst filled story, about the misadventures of normal, good kids, who generally make good, albeit occasionally nutty, decisions.

Title: A Very Long Year
Pairing: NSN
Rating: R, though I'm not entirely sure yet.
Summary: Number one student and star athlete Uchiha Sasuke thought that his senior year of high school would breeze by, just like the rest. For once in his life, Uchiha Sasuke thought wrong.

AN: Some things to know before reading:
Team Gai is in the same class as the rookies.
I’m keeping their Japanese suffixes and nicknames ~~for no good reason~~ because I like them better. I just think something is lost trying in translating ‘dobe’ to ‘loser’ and Sakura screaming Sasuke’s name just isn’t the same without the kun attached on the end. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I like it that way. I’ll also refer to them with their family names first, again ~~for no good reason~~ because I like that better, too. *smile*

Right, and a little seeming Sakura bashing in the beginning. Sorry, I like her, I really do. She'll come out more 3d later, I swear. =)

The first day of senior year dawned far to early for most students of Konoha Academy High School. For Uchiha Sasuke, this day was bittersweet. On the positive side, he once again had a legitimate excuse to shirk off his ‘duties’ at the towering Uchiha corporate headquarters downtown. On the other hand, he had to deal with nine months of squealing fan girls before he could run far away—far far away—to one University or the other, hopefully on the other side of the world.

Maybe women on that side of the world had more sense.

Sasuke groaned, stretching in the sunlight that poured in from the tiny windows of the truant guidance counselor’s office, wondering if the idiot’s gallamandering about was going to make the man late for the first day of school.

The young man’s eyes left his breakfast and traveled to the hordes of students gathering in the school’s small courtyard. He scanned the crowd for the one student he knew wouldn’t be there.

That boy. The one who wore blinding conviction in his eyes. He could remember neither the boy’s name nor his face, but his bright blue eyes had haunted Sasuke’s conscience for years.

"No, you just wait." He had spoken. "Someday, I will surpass you all."

A particularly loud shriek from outside startled Sasuke from his musings. Two freshman girls were hugging tightly and admiring each others summer tans. He sighed particularly loudly. He could already hear the high pitched squeals of ‘Sasuke-kun’ erupting from tightly stretched vocal cords of those annoying girls wearing their ‘first day of school best.’ He’d do well to get to class before the halls filled.

After years of angsty contemplation, what ever gave those girls any indication that the broody brunette was interested in any of them still eluded Sasuke to this day. He never attended those silly school dances, or went on dates, and the only social events he did attend were those required for company PR—and decidedly alone.

The Uchiha decided he could use with a bottle of water, so he trekked to the vending machines, his footsteps echoing through the long, empty hallways. As coins clanked loudly against the metal, he noticed several voices traveling down the hall. Sasuke surveyed the group.

‘They must be the senior transfers.’

He glanced at the four students as they paused in front of the language lab, absently wondering if any of them would challenge his position as head of the senior class. A girl with two buns caught his glare before rolling her eyes and turning back to the classroom. The next student was a fiery redhead who wore far too much eye makeup and a murderous glare. Sasuke, however, was immune to such glares being an Uchiha, as he was.

His eyes settled upon one Hyuuga heiress—a kind young woman who attended the events of Konoha’s elite just as alone as did he. She was blushing madly and avoiding the gaze of one tall blond, who had his back to Sasuke. The Uchiha smirked. He’d bet his front teeth that this was the oblivious boy the shy girl would occasionally gush about when properly prodded. Hinata raised her pale eyes.

“Oh, good morning Sasuke-san.” She called down the hallway, waving politely.

He nodded. “Hinata-san.”

The principal’s head poked out from the classroom.

“Uchiha.” She beckoned. “Come introduce yourself to your new classmates.”

He stalked, annoyed, down the meet them, opening his water bottle on his way.

“It was my impression,” stated the redhead coldly, “That students were not permitted inside the building before the admission bell rings.”

Sasuke matched his glare levelly. “On most mornings, I eat breakfast with my guardian. Today he is busy stalking the new physics teacher.”

He heard a snort. “You live with that guy?”

Sasuke turned to face the blond. When his eyes locked with a pair of far too familiar blue ones, he almost dropped his water bottle. Could this be the boy who haunted his dreams for the past five years? Those eyes. Was it him, standing not two feet from his pointy, little nose?

“I thought Iruka was going to have an aneurism.”

“That’ll be Iruka-sensei, a man with a fuzzy brown ponytail called, as he skirted down the hallway, trying to ignore the persistent guidance counselor who kept whispering lewd remarks into his ear at odd intervals.

Sasuke smirked. “Dobe.”

“Don’t call me that, teme!” The blond snapped angrily.

One in the same, or so it seemed.

Tsunade bonked the kid on his head. “Quiet brat!”

“Oww! That hurt, you hag!”

The principal got the kid into a headlock, and pummeling on him, muttering something about disrespectful little brats when a loud “I said ‘NO’ Hatake-san!” echoed down the hall.

Tsunade released the struggling blond. “I’d better go detach that pervert before we’re up one sexual harassment suit, and down one physics teacher.”

The blond kid snorted, rubbing his sore head. “Aw, don’t worry. If Iruka-sensei didn’t like it, that guy would have a broken nose and a concussion by now.”

The principal rolled her eyes. “Uchiha, I trust you can show these students to your first class.”

He nodded and started wordlessly down the hall.

“Uchiha Sasuke, I presume.” It was the girl with the buns.

Sasuke nodded.

“Zhang Tenten.” She said formally. “I hear you’re Konoha Academy’s number one bachelor.”

Black eyes rolled. “Something like that.”

“A childhood friend of mine, Rock Lee, has nice things to say about you.”

Sasuke chewed on his lip. He hadn’t really spoken much with the funny looking kid. He wasn’t a member of the ‘popular’ crowd that stalked Sasuke, but he was decent soccer player.

“Lee’s usually right about people, but I have yet to see what’s so special about you.” Her eyes were almost cold.

Sasuke shrugged. “I have no use for blind admiration, but your Lee-san doesn’t seem the sort.” He paused. “I never asked to be idolized.”

“Fair enough.”

The young woman dropped back with the other three, leaving Sasuke to ponder her curt behavior. He shrugged it off his shoulders. Never, until the day he died, would he ever understand women.

The admission bell rang as the five students filed into their classroom, the halls immediately growing loud with the shouts of high school students and the squeaking of tennis shoes on the newly polished floor.

Tsunade’s irritated voice over the PA ordered the students to report directly to their first period class to receive their locker assignments.

A note in meticulous script read ‘alphabetize yourselves’ on that chalkboard, so Sasuke, Tenten, and the blond boy begrudgingly made their way to the far side of the room.

The Uchiha chose the seat in the far, front corner, mildly irritated that the blue-eyed boy chose to plop gracelessly down in the seat directly behind him. Sasuke gave him a level glare.

“What?” He asked. “I don’t figure there can be too many names between Uchiha and Uzumaki.”

“Dobe.”

“Teme!”

“Uzumaki?” A girl Sasuke recognized as Yamanaka Ino asked slipping through the door.

She frowned and made her way to the desk behind the offending boy.

“Ha, Ino-pig!” Haruno Sakura taunted. “You don’t get to sit behind Sasuke-kun anymore!”

She ignored Ino’s glare before a little light bulb appeared above her head.

“Na-Naruto?” She asked bewildered.

He looked to her with bored blue eyes. “Sakura-chan.” He acknowledged.

“What the hell are you doing in advanced calculus?!?” She screeched.

He gave her a confused look. “I… passed calculus?”

Sasuke smirked, though the pink-headed girl brought up a valid point. The blue-eyed boy with whom he had been acquainted had been an idiot in junior high. If his memory served him correctly, and it usually did, the boy was practically failing the seventh grade when he disappeared.

Gaara turned to the boy, his glare slightly less murderous than before. “How did you manage that, Naruto?” Sasuke could tell the redhead’s teasing was in jest.

“Aw, calc was a breeze. It was my language classes I was worried about.”

“I don’t know if it’ll be a breeze this year, Naruto-kun.” Tenten spoke from a few seats behind the blond. “I hear this teacher is like a drill instructor. He teaches most of his classes at the University downtown.”

“Nah, Ibiki-sensei just talks tough. He’s nothing but a kitten if you know how to rub him the right way.”

She smiled warmly. “You’ll have to teach me your secret.”

Naruto’s grin widened. “I will if you ask fuzzy brows over there on a date this weekend.” He hissed.

“How did you…” Tenten trailed off.

“Oh come on. How more obvious can you get? This morning you were practically glaring ice sickles at the Uchiha bastard over here.”

Once again, Sasuke found himself smirking. So that was what that was all about. He glared at the blond when he felt him nudging him in the back with his elbow.

Naruto mumbled an unintelligent “What?” when he felt the glare on his back.

Sasuke narrowed his black eyes before snapping around in his seat.

He heard the kid mutter ‘Jerk’ before slouching down in his chair.

The brunette huffed as two long legs extended far into his very personal bubble.

“Hey Lee.” Tenten called.

“Tenten! How glorious it is that we should attend the same school in our final year of high school!”

“Yeah, that.” She smiled. “You and me, football game, Friday.” She ordered.

Lee’s teeth pinged as he gave her an obnoxious thumbs up.

“OK, Naruto.” Tenten hushed her voice. “Spill.”

“That wasn’t exactly a date…” The blond protested.

“Close enough.” She whined. “What do I need to do to pass this class?”

A vulpine grin spread across his lips. “Gyouza.”

“Gyouza?” About half the class repeated in confusion.

It wasn’t long before the tardy bell rang, and one intimidating teacher loomed before the class. Tenten was right; this guy did look like a drill instructor.

“This will be the hardest class you will ever take.” He announced nonchalantly. “I rather enjoy failing honors students.”

The classroom murmured in panic.

“If you don’t try, I will fail you. If you cheat, I will fail you. I do not tolerate insolence, or disrespect.” He glared specifically at Naruto, who just grinned and shrugged. “If you are uncomfortable with my policy, the door is over there.”

Sasuke swallowed. ‘A kitten? Gyouza?’

“I am Ibiki, your syllabi are here.” He dropped a stack of papers on his desk. “I assume you are all able to read. If you have any questions you may approach me after class.”

“I also assume most of you know how Konoha’s scheduling works, but I will explain for the sake of the new students.”

Sasuke’s mind wandered as the extremely-scary-to-an-adult-and-even-more-so-to-a-seventeen-year-old, man in front of the room briefed the class on the mechanics of block scheduling.

“Each class period is two hours long…

“Your A schedule and B schedule will alternate days…

“I am your homeroom teacher. On B schedule days report to me for five minutes for roll and announcements. The bell will signal the end of homeroom and you will report to your first period class…

“If you ever have questions concerning which classes you have on a particular day, consult Konoha Academy’s education hotline…

“Today, all of your classes will be one hour. You will report to your first period B schedule class directly after lunch. Any questions. No. Good.”

This guy was creepy.

“With a few exceptions, the fourteen of you will all have your core classes together. I assume, if you all survive, will be very close by the end of the year.” Ibiki paused briefly.

“That being said, I expect you will learn to work with each other. If not, I doubt you will succeed. Last year’s honors seniors apparently set up a tutoring network among themselves. I expect you to do the same. Uzumaki, you are in charge.”

The class sputtered.

“But…” The blond began to protest.

“Don’t you and Iruka-sensei still have that bet going?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” He commented bitterly.

“Then it isn’t voluntary.”

“You can’t…”

“Yes, I can.”

The kid behind Sasuke grumped.

One hand was raised.

“Name.”

The teacher ordered. “Haruno Sakura, sir.”

“What.” He spat.

“Um… Is Naruto really… qualified to organize peer tutoring?”

“Uzumaki’s intellect aside, his tutoring skills come highly recommended.” He pinned Hinata with a knowing glance. She blushed and looked away.

“Besides, he is organizing it. You are all expected to tutor each other.

“Fushigi Sai, Hyuuga Neji, Uchiha Sasuke.”

The three boys responded with ‘yes sir’ simultaneously.

“You three will be expected to aid Uzumaki in the formation of the network.”

The class seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

“The four of you will be the primary tutors.”

Sasuke scowled, glaring at the Hyuuga who sat immediately to his right. He wasn’t one for helping his classmates surpass him, but at least his two biggest rivals were in the same boat as he.

“Despite the necessity to work together in order to pass your senior year, I assume there will be a bitter competition for class rank. As you well know, this year, individual percentages in your core classes will be figured in.

“If you weren’t exceptional students, you wouldn’t be in this track. The median grade in last year’s English class was a 96%. A student with a B+ might be dead last. I don’t expect those kinds of grades in my class, but judging from last year’s calculus grades, I wouldn’t be surprised if three or four of you will receive a 98% or higher.

“Eight of you have maintained a perfect GPA in high school. This year, despite the fact that you all may continue to have straight A’s, only one of you can be ranked first.”

“There can be only one.”

Sasuke heard Ino snicker at the mumbled comment coming from the blond boy. Ibiki-sensei, thankfully ignored the boy.

Sasuke felt Neji’s hot glare on his neck as the teacher continued discussing the finer points of their class rank. He smirked. He’d beaten the Hyuuga in all but one class the previous year, and only been second in two.

“It should be interesting who comes out on top. I wouldn’t take past years’ rankings for granted. You might be surprised.”

Ibiki’s hard glare landed on Sasuke. He shivered in spite of himself. This guy was insane.

“Grab a syllabus, one of each of these forms, and a book, then follow me for your locker assignments.”

The fourteen students obeyed without protest. They followed the man into the noisy hallway, silent as lockers slammed and students shouted at each other.

Naruto noticed something odd. As their class walked down the hallway, the rest of the students parted, giving the group apprehensive glares as they passed—though many of the girls just ogled Sasuke, but he appeared to be ignoring them for the most part.

Ino snorted loudly when Naruto stuck his tongue out at one boy who gave them a particularly hard glare. The kid looked bewildered before quickly averting his eyes.

“You haven’t really changed, have you Naruto?” She asked, playfully.

The blond shrugged. “Why are they all looking at us like that?” He asked warily.

“Ah, well… honors students have a bit of a reputation for being a bit snobbish.”

Naruto regarded the Uchiha walking just in front of him, who was engaged in a glaring contest with Hinata’s eye twin. His eyes then traveled to Sakura, who was fruitlessly trying to flirt with said Uchiha, while arrogantly ignoring the love declarations that came from none other than Rock Lee.

He snorted. “No kidding.”

The girl smiled brightly. “You aren’t half as annoying as you used to be, huh?”

Naruto grinned. “Nah, I’m still annoying when I’m in my element.” He paused thoughtfully. “What about you, Ino. Didn’t you used to be one of Sasuke’s groupies?”

“Well, I haven’t really had a crush on him since Junior High, but I just like to flirt with him to piss Forehead off.” She whispered in a hushed voice.

“I mean, granted, he’s really attractive, but he’s severely lacking in the personality department.” She added.

“Besides, I have about as much chance with him as you do. Sakura’s just kidding herself. I tried to tell her but… What can you do?”

Their chatter came to a halt as Ibiki paused in front of the group of lockers closest to the front door.

“Nice.” Naruto commented, ignoring his sensei’s level glare.

Ibiki handed out their locker assignments, and of course, Sasuke got sandwiched in between the Uzumaki idiot, and the creepy looking red head. He groaned, cursing his life, especially when the blond, after about ten failed tries, finally slammed his locker open with a loud “HA!,” nearing taking off Sasuke’s fingers in the process. At least he wasn’t smashed in between fan girls, or something.

Sasuke growled at the blond, checking his long, pale fingers for any permenant damage.

They eventually made their way back to the classroom, where Sasuke sat, impatiently staring down the blackboard, intimidating anyone who dared try to talk to him.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Sasuke growled, looking down at the bouncing orange sneaker along side his desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. He schooled his face back into its indifferent mask. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Sasuke turned around very slowly and calmly, noting that the idiot was filling out all the medical release papers, and other beginning of the year forms.

“Do you ever sit still?” He said, measuring his words carefully.

A pair of startled blue eyes met his. “Nope.”

The boy grinned.

“Would you mind terribly,” some annoyance crept into his silky, smooth voice, “if you bounced around quietly?”

The blond boy blinked. “Er… Uh… sure.”

He watched satisfied as the sneaker retracted itself back underneath its own owner’s desk.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Sasuke groaned and dropped his head into his hands, willing the Earth to eat him right then and there. He was going to kill this Uzumaki kid. Kill him. He immediately regretted ever being worried about how he might have treated the boy in the past. Uchiha Sasuke was going to murder Uzumaki Naruto the very next time… Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

This was going to be a very long year.

AN part two: A shortie! =) Right so, if anything was confusing, I can better explain. Comments and crits are welcome. I hope I didn't offend anyone with my little rant. It wasn't my intention. *smile* Thanks for reading.

brichibi's interview =)

2006-07-17T21:11:09Z

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

1. Where do you remember me from the most? (as in, what community, what comment I've made, or something I've posted, yatta yatta yatta).
I remember you from the sn vs ns forum, and our chit chatting about sexual politics--and the long ass paper you wrote on yaoi. =)

2. Same thing I asked seki-chan, what is your life like outside the intarnet?
So, I'm 21 and just finished the academic part of my women's studies degree in Cinci. I still have to finish my thesis, though, on women and masturbation.
I'm the youngest of three, and though I rarely get to see my sisters, they're undoubtedly my best friends.
I'm all about politics, and I'll stand on a soapbox for anyone who'll listen.
Um... and I'm in the process of ending, for good this time, a romantic relationship that has been off and on since we were about 12. (but mostly on for the past 4 years)
I live in a blue house with a red door. (with a beautiful view of the ohio river)
I love kitties, but mostly mine, because he's dark gray with a pink nose... and he loves me.

3. Are you as big of a fangirl outside the intarweb as you are inside of it? Or do you play it cool in the real world and pretend like this whole fandom thing doesn't exist?
Well, most of my friends aren't really into anime all that much. Though I did bring a few over to the light side... Occasionally, I'll meet someone with whom I can fandom, but mostly, those around me can tell I watch anime because of various paraphernalia ie my key chain, or tee-shirts, but when I'm at school and stuff, I'm pretty focused on feminism and queer politics, and tend to have those kinds of conversations with my colleagues.
I'll never deny my love of erotica, though. =)

4. What is your all time favorite fandom and pairing, if you have just one in particular, and why?
I used to fandom over fruits basket, but that got old really quickly... so now it is pretty much me and the Naruto fandom. It's one of the more relationship oriented shounen manga, and it's just a really rich fandom. I mean there are still annoying teeny boppers, but there's a lot of intillegent commentary that is absent from many of the shoujo generes. Pairing? NaruSasu/SasuNaru. I think you can figure that one out. =) They're practically made for each other. Or to kill each other. =) Anyway, there is a plethora of good authors that write that pairing. There are a lot of crappy ones, too, but it's usually pretty easy to weed out the baddies.

5. If you could change something about anything at all, be it anime related or not, what would it be?
I can only change one thing? EEP! It'd be great to erase selfishness and greed from the world paradigm, but I'd have to come up with a way to do that... Humm... as much as I am into queer politic-ing, most Americans are spoiled as hell, and there are more dire issues than gay marriage. I guess I'd have to aim for world poverty and hunger. Dunno, help unionize the workers of the global south? That could send shockwaves through the world, and collapse this evil known as capitalism. If capitalism falls, than so does the establishment, and a global revolution ensues. =)

kitsukikun @ 2006-07-15T19:28:00

2006-07-16T00:41:15Z

Chicago has been great fun thus far. =)
We went shopping all day yesterday, then did put put golf at navy peir, and sucked pretty badly... My sister's fiancee hit his ball into lake michigan. We also did the ferris wheel, and the swings, but we didn't notice the fun house until it was too late. Then we went to see Superman at the Imax in 3d. It was pretty neat. I was so tired when we got home that I fell asleep with my shoes and glasses on.

Today we did boy's town. It was very... comfortable. I mean, I've hung out in queer spaces, but I've never had the opportunity to spend a day in a whole neighborhood of people like me... It was just relaxing, I suppose. It seems odd that I should describe it like that, especially since the community was overwhelmingly male (duh) but there were hro reps hanging around on every corner, and all the stuff with the 2006 gay games. It was oddly moving. I was sad though, because I didn't find any trans symbol thingies. ~~I also wanted a sticker that says 'I heart cunt' but they didn't have one... they had one that said 'I heart cock.' It isn't fair.~~

I want strawberries.

kitsukikun @ 2006-07-14T00:33:00

2006-07-14T05:52:47Z

*is in Chicago* =)
*going to boys town tomorrow* ~~and china town~~
*needs a new binder* --think I can find that in boys town? I mean it caters to men, but I'm trying to pass as a man, and I sure as hell can't do it with this dinky three layered binder. ~~freaking kai only needs two layers!~~ But if nothing else, I'll be able to find some heels that fit. =) I often wear a size 10... in mens. Sometimes a 9, though.

I have this really neat picture of myself in half drag, that I absolutely adore. You know, break down those dichotomies. I'm wearing my crappy binder, but my shirt is kind of hanging off my shoulder, so you can see the massive cleavage that would otherwise be hidden by my shirt, but my hair is all styled like I do for the shows. The picture is sort of caddywompus, because I took it of myself, ~~while being completely inebriated~~. 'Tis my myspace picture. =) But yeah, I like it.

I digress. =) YAY I'M IN CHICAGO WITH MY SEEEESTER!!!! and cousin.

I learned today that alcohol is an excellent reliever of uterine cramps. Like you all wanted to know that, but I had a long island iced tea, and now I feel no pain, Actually, my mum said, that even in the late 70's, when she was in med school, they gave an ethenol drip to women who were going into premature labor to relax their contractions... so it's not just me.

MY SEESTER!!!!

*glomps her*

I'm a dreamer...

2006-07-11T19:42:52Z

So I found this book in my mom's library, that was so obviously bought because of me. It read "Is your child stubborn, creative, compassionate, and sensitive?" Or something. So I picked it up and flipped through it. (It was written in 1996, which was about the time I began having problems at school with my friends and stuff.) It was amazing how much they nailed me on the head. =)

I guess traditionally, psychologists have recognized two types of cognitive development patterns in children. (I do remember these from child psych back in high school!) There are the drivers--stubborn, goal oriented children who try to dominate the power dynamics of the home--and diplomats--basically, pleasant, people pleasers. Well, these two authors have indicated that there is a third type of children, which they've labeled dreamers. *cough* me.

This third type of child is extremely idealistic, creative, and imaginative. It's really easy for these kids to get caught up in their fantasy worlds, and forget what they're really supposed to be doing. They're generally scolded for having their heads in the clouds. ~~my parents used to say I was in Chicago~~ When reality strikes, these kids get really frustrated with the state of the world, as in, "why can't everything be fair," and "why can't everyone just get along." They have grandiose, (and often abstract plans) to change the world. ~~and are horribly stubborn in their attempts to do so~~

It reminds me of a conversation I had recently with a would be lover of mine. We were talking about goals and dreams, and she said all she wanted to do with her life was own a dog kennel, and be a stay at home mom, but it would be her dream job to work for a game company developing card games, and such. I was blown away with the smallness of it all. She asked what I wanted to do, and I said I wanted to change something. I don't care what, but I want to change something, and something big. She asked if I knew how many people actually change the world. I just said "If Mother Theresa of Calcutta can do it, then so can I." She said I was just setting myself up for failure, but I think that if my dreams are obtainable (and quantifiable), than I'm not dreaming big enough.

Seriously though, the book was talking about how kids like this often have crazy mood swings, and are soo dramatic. They tend to take everything personally, even when no offense was intended. They're also crazily compassionate, and will be devastated when someone is hurt, especially if it was something that the child did. (or they perceive that it was something they did.) They're kinda tough, as in they can take a tumble down the stairs, and just laugh, but if someone hurts their feelings, they are inconsolable. It says the kids often feel persecuted and misunderstood.

They even had a chapter dedicated to dreamers with ADD... *looks around all shifty eyed*

'Tis amusing. I wish my mom had let me read this book when I was 12. I think it would have made life much more bearable.

Napoleon's Tears

2006-07-06T16:24:12Z

Erhm... a pome... (I did just eat a cherry which is a pome)

Perhaps a poem, then. =)

Napoleon's leadened tears christen
his crystal glass streaking
through icy film.

Sweats in circles on the filthy bar
and a forehead hot from grief.

His officer's boots beg—prance
like nervous hooves tramping.
Wondering where their leader

hero

has

gone.

Napoleon weeps in the darkest hours
before dawn—drowning
in despair—hot tears—and cold
chilled rum.

Alone and forgotten, the great

general

cries.

If Napoleon can—
cast away his ambitions and

just—weep.

Why—can't—I?

kitsukikun @ 2006-07-05T11:20:00

2006-07-05T15:36:48Z

AHH!
I hope everybody had a lovely fourth. =) ~~even for those of you not celebrating a holiday~~ I did. I was afraid the fireworks were going to get rained out, but we had about an hour window, right around dark, when the thunderstorms broke. They were pretty. =) ~~ooo! ahh!~~ We were almost late, so I didn't get a funnel cake. But that's ok, I guess I'll have to wait until the fair. It's only like three weeks, anyway.

The parade was nice, too, though I swear it gets longer and longer every year. (Ug!) It's been a long time since I've been home to watch the parade, and not been in it. Our town is so very cute this time of year. Everyone hangs little flags from their windows and trees. Everyone's downtown, enjoying the river, and the river rec festival. I saw someone get pantsed on their jet skis yesterday. =) The little rides are nice, though the carnies are creepy. Celebrations are nice, even if I'm not so happy with the state of this country right now. ~~someone give Bush a blowjob so we can impeach him!~~ Actually that would be worse... Cheney would be president. *cries*

We went camping a couple of nights ago. ~~after going 4 wheeler riding through the hills!~~ I came home, and my kitty ran up to me. He got to my feet and stopped like he'd hit a brick wall. He very carefully made two deliberate sniffs at my feet, scrunched up his nose, and gave me a look like, 'what the hell have you been doing?' It's pretty bad when your cat tells you that you need a shower. =)

Speaking of showers, ciao!

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

2006-07-03T05:35:57Z

Oh my god.
So I was just getting to sleep... but I was cold, so I pulled a blanket over top of me, and something landed on my shoulder and I opened my eyes and it was A DEAD MOUSE!!! I screamed like a little girl and tried to get it off of me, and it was touching my neck and all gross and stuff, and I couldn't get it away... so now I'm shaking and there's no way in hell I'll be able to get any sleep tonight. =(

Plus I have to wash all my sheets and blankets now... and see if I can get a trade in on my cat. Just kidding, I still love my kitty, but these little gifts have got to stop.

*sigh*

Miss Mallory May

2006-06-28T04:19:38Z

Just a cutsy ~~short~~ little poem --break from my emoness.

Miss Mallory May
I kiss you.

Like golden sun—lemon—drops to mine
mirrors pretty in cold, wetted lips.
I won’t tell if you don’t.

You taste like beer, but I don’t mind
And like the smoke that curls between your fingers
into the stagnant, midnight air.

He sits between two innocently giggling
lumps of us—and I can’t

help

but giggle more.

He’ll never know
I hope.

His fingers slide through sun-ripened strands
And I laugh

You must have a thing for redheads.

Things

2006-06-26T16:18:21Z

I'm going to go visit my seester in a couple of weeks! (YAY!!!) I'll definately be spending my tuesday at the Art Institute. Last time I didn't even get past the earlier modernish stuff... I did see the blue guitarist, though. I took a picture of it with my cell phone, and made it my background. =)

It's like a 7 1/2 hour drive to her place. I figure I'll stop in cinci on the way, visit a heather, a smel, and a maggie, (oh and definately eat some cincinnati chile!) maybe go to a bar or two, then hit the road early in the morning. 4 1/2 hours is a little easier to stomach in one day by yourself. It's a little out of the way, but I miss my heather. ~~I miss my Julie, too, but she's in LA for a co-op~~

I'd also like to stop in Bloomington, while I'm up there. It's only like two hours away, and I wanna see my cuzzy wuzzy. She works full time, but maybe I can be there for the weekend, or something.

I miss my seester. ~~both of them~~
I got an email from the other one. It said:
"I'm in Thailand. They eat bugs here. I saw a monkey eating another monkey. I'm dating a boy named Mark."
AND THAT WAS ALL!! She must be really busy. ~~or hate me~~

*sigh* I have to get ready for vacation bible school. I'm the art director. =)

kitsukikun @ 2006-06-22T09:58:00

2006-06-22T13:59:11Z

I GOT MY SCHOLARSHIP!!!
I GET TO GO TO JAPAN FOR FREE!!!!! erhm... mostly... =)

Happy solstice!

2006-06-21T23:58:01Z

HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE EVERYONE!!!

*hugs a tree*

My dog must have a wild hair up her nose. She's a 12 yr old blue tick/hound pubbby wubby, and fat fat fat. Anyway, she aren't no spring chicken, that's for sure. So, I was out doing laundry, and she was dashing this way and that, and jumping into bushes, and sliding under the cars... she did a nose dive into the day lily flowerbed. She was running so fast that she had to bank her turns. This amazing burst of energy lasted about four minutes. It was adorable. Then she gulped down some water and promptly went to bed. =) Humm, and the deer ate one of my tomato plants and two of my pepper plants. =( Stupid fuckers. I put cages around most of them. Well, imma go lie in the hammock and try to finish off this chapter thing I've been working on.

HU~ZAH!

2006-06-08T14:50:22Z

ONLY 18 16 14 12 10 8 PAGES LEFT UNTIL SUMMER!!!! (and a bibliogrpahy)

it's so close I can taste it.

edit: and I'm so lame that I got a rank of supreme archivist in bookworm. score of 349500 (or however many numbers there are supposed to be) Beat that! =)

Sad, sad relationships

2006-06-07T21:53:00Z

*angst angst* I feel emo.
Badbad sucky, but maybe I'll make it better.

I don’t love you.

I won’t love you because you’re beautiful; I won’t love you because you’re bright. I won’t love you because you’re cutely content with every day you drink from life.

I can’t love you because you’re straight.

Surely, Shirley isn’t that straight. As she cuddles on my breast, snoring softly while I stare at the ceiling. Is she dreaming? Does she see my hands cupping her creamy skin?

Straight as an arrow that wiggles a little on the end.

I like you—likelikeyouloveyou—can’t love you. Don’t or won’t or whatever the case.

No matter what I do for you. It doesn’t matter how hard I feel—I fall.

I forget—try to—the feel of your skin, supple yet yielding beneath my searching fingers. Forget your kisses, and the cute, nervous laughter that titters from your lips.

I know you dream—but maybe not at night. You dream of a little house with clean washed windows and kids on their bikes. Of your happy husband. Of your little dog and freshly cut grass.

You’re experimenting. I’m just an after school science project

to you.

I fail.

I could give you anything, everything you want. But I can’t—can never—give you normal. Everything I am can never be enough.

Sometimes I forget I don't love you.

and I’ve

fallen for—holding

nothing—but—smoke.

*sigh* told you it was emo.

kitsukikun @ 2006-06-06T16:44:00

2006-06-06T20:47:02Z

I went to gymnastics today. I've never done that before. It was fun, I did front handsprings onto a fluffy mat, and I did back walkovers (and a cartweel.) It was really scary. My body feels weak. I canna move. =) Course I haven't excercized on a regular basis since high school, so you know, I'm lazy, and out of shape. (but I'm still really bendy) I'll definately go back on Thursday. Imma go take a long, hot bath now. Aaaaah. =)

only 20-25ish more pages to write, until I'm done with the quarter!!! ha~zah!!! Oh, and a final.

kitsukikun @ 2006-06-02T04:15:00

2006-06-02T08:20:01Z

Cleaning up my apartment, I found this stuffed into my portfolio... (which is shoved under my bed)

I made this *cough* lovely work of art two years ago. I sat in the middle of the street in my hometown in January at 2AM for like an hour. =) I thought my fingers were going to freeze off. =)

Oh, the original is about 28'' or so by 36''... don't have a ruler. I also apparently don't know how to focus an auto focus camera, because all my pictures keep coming out blurry. =(

It makes me nostalgic. =) I rather miss the quaint quiet of the country, and the mist rolling in from the river. I think it's rather nice, even with the scewed perspective and otherwise terrible rendering of 2nd avenue. =)

Here be the best picture I could find on the internet of what I drew. Things are a tad more lively =) It's taken from a little farther up the street, and it's quite obviously before this big fire like 5 years ago, that destroyed half of downtown. (and caused one of the salvagable buildings in the middle to lean.)

kitsukikun @ 2006-06-02T03:09:00

2006-06-02T07:30:19Z

Yeah, yeah, so this is one of those "comment and I give you letter and then come up with 10 words blah blah blah" I decided to try.

I will give you a letter if you want one, or you can just come up with one.

Anyway, I've been given the letter J...

Jessie--my eldest sister. I love her hate her, and couldn't live without her. She's smart, talented, and unbelievably funny, though sometimes she can't tell the difference between mustard and mayonase.

Juxtaposition--the act or an instance of placing two or more things side by side. My third favorite word, after muffin and fuck. Idea is fourth.

Justice--the priciple of moral rightness. The second most misused word in the English language, right after God.
Amelia Wil Tesla Seyruun's favorite word. =)

Jaded--cynically calous. Worn out. I used the phrase 'jade jaded eyes' not so long ago.

Juice box--a wierd nickname my oldest sister came up with for herself... because she's weird. Also, an easy way to squirt your sister with juice in the car, when your parents aren't looking.

Jeffery--my favorite teddy bear. My middle sister got him for me at the Toys R Us in Lexington when I was 11. He's just the perfect amount of cuddle.

J'adoube--an expression used by a chess player who is about to adjust a piece on the board, to ensure that this will not be counted as an official move. I wish we could do this in life to get a better perspective on things.

Japan--the place where I will be living soon. =)

Jingoism--zealous patriotism expressing itself especially in hostility toward other countries. America's favorite pastime.

Juptier--Zeus. The largest of all planets with a big ugly storm.

=) that wasn't so bad.

Of Sisters, socks, and X-men...

2006-05-30T23:23:25Z

I drew a sock. It was fun. =) It is crappy, but it is my sock, and it is mine. ~~it's the first semi-realistic drawing I've done in a while~~ I hafta post it later, it was fun.

I've been angtsing over this for more than week now, or for about 17 years, you pick, ~~not the sock~~ but will I always be nothing more than my sisters' sister?
So, I stood next to my mum and dad at Papa's funeral visitation thingy, and every old fellow that walked by asked "So are you the Marine?" *forced smile* "No, other sister" "Ah, so you're the priest, then?" *cringe* "Other other sister." (Bob Evans recognized me though, losers! "You're the pretty red-headed receptionist who used to work in Cardiology, right?" HA! I win teh old, semi-celebrity restaurant guys!!!) *makes a metal note to eat at Bob's*

And I wonder of whom my parents are the most proud? Who they brag about the most? *sigh* I know it shouldn't matter, but it does. It bugs the crap out of me. It's no wonder I've had an identity crisis since I was about 4, the first time somebody called me Jessica.

I love my seeesters. They've been my best friends since I was about 7, and we decided it wasn't fun to fight, so we should just get along to save ourselves the hastle, but GOD DAMNIT I get frusterated sometimes. I've lived my whole life in their shadows, and what enormous shadows they are. I know I've never been as good at things as them. I'm quite the dunce of the family ~~because my ancient greek and hebrew blow balls~~ always have been, probably always will be. I was concernt mistress my jr and sr years of high school, but my sisters were first chair in their sections all four years. There are only two people in the history of our high school who made first chair as freshman... ~~I hate my life~~

All I ever heard all the way through high school was your sisters this, and your sisters that, she won awards for poetry, and she got a 5 in AP calc. "Did you know your sister tested first in the district in Physics?" YES, I FUCKING KNOW, ALREADY!?! --and I hate physics. (Actually, I rather like physics...) *sigh* I suppose all the good DNA had to run out at some point.

So why now? Why, after I've worked so hard to construct an identity outside of their influence, do I still feel so very small? Intellectually, I know I'm my own person. I've been shaped and reinforced by my two best buds--we break and reconstruct each other with our supportive shoulders, orange milkshakes, and even fists on occasion--and I can't help but smile when people call me the pretty one--but I am me. ME!

I guess it makes sense, my identity crisis as of late. Reconstructing myself outside of the paradigm of liberal labels. I've been working on shedding the label of my sisters' little sister my whole life, haven't I? Is it that much farther to feel constrained and confined by essentialist labels like "lesbian, white, and woman." So, I'm caught underneath this ginormous inferiority complex--dominated to my core with a repulsion for labels, and stuck with an identity that in constantly in flux. It all seems to come together sometimes, doesn't it?

--movie and origins--

Be forewarned if you haven't seen X men 3 --though I have some questions about Xmen origins, that I won't incorperate any movie spoilers into.

So I saw Xmen last thursday night (friday morning?) and I must say I enjoyed the movie, very much. Some things drove me a little nutzo, though. Mostly that DARK PHOENIX WAS FRIGGIN LAME!!!!!! Leik, wtf? Dark Phoenix was way cooler, and SCOTT IS SUPPOSED TO KILL HER!!!! SCOTT SCOTT SCOTT!!!! argh. That's why it's so meaningful. He falls apart when Jean Grey dies, then he has to kill her as Dark Phoenix later. ~~kinda like with Wolverine has to kill Lady Death Strike~~
I saw come cute flirting between Wolverine and Storm --mkay, so from Storm to Wolverine. Am I the only one who remembers when they do it in the comic book? But I suppose she married Black Panther, didn't she.
And Juggernaut (whose head really does look like a penis, Kitty Pride) isn't a mutant! He just hates Professor X. *sigh* Why no Kitty Pride and Colossus action?

I did like the little surprise ending with Dr. Moria, though. =) I wonder what they're going to do with Mystique, now. hmm... she seems pretty pissed at Magnito. Dunno if he would have abandoned her like that, but I guess he didn't kill her.

But really, not much has changed. Professor X is still alive, Magnito didn't lose his powers (for long) and neither did the other mutants. Jean Grey can come back because she's a phoenix, and that's what phoenix' do. And we didn't see Scott die. (Plus they have to make a baby and send him into the future, so he can come back as Cable... and fight Deadpool)

I really really really liked the action sequences. (though I kept waiting for Magnito to rip the atimantium off of Wolverine's bones) It was nice to see the brotherhood form, and see what all three armies can do. And I liked that all 5 of the original Xmen were in the movie (finally) at one point or another. Though Marvel Girl might have been a little dark... as in Dark Phoenix... and Rogue was lame. (Though Ice Man was pretty cool. I was glad we went to his all ice form.) And Scott was only in one scene. And Angel was kinda lame, too. *sigh*

So, next movie. Apocolipse? Fight the Sentinals? Reveal Wolverine's past? Watcha think?

/MOVIE SPOILERS

M-kay, so I guess this would be a spoiler if you haven't read the xmen origins series. I've got questions...
Erhm, so if they do make a Wolverine movie, how far back do you think they'll go? Will they just go with the stuff in Japan, like they did in the comic book, or will they go all the way back to 19th century Canada?
As for 19th Cent Canada, it's been a while since I read the origins stuff... and I forget some of what happened. First of all, Wolverine killed Logan, right? And then Dog got pissed and came after him on orders of Wolverine's Grandpa. (I'm sure gramps was freaking out about the bone claws) So, was Wolverine really Logan's biological son? (the end is fuzzy) And I forget what the reveal was about who hurt his mom. Was it baby Wolverine, or Logan? And Logan (or was it Dog who) killed James? --I thought Dog was going to end up being Wolverine, not the sissy boy "James"-- =)

/ORIGINS SPOILERS and questions.

HA-ZAAAH!!!

2006-05-23T21:58:36Z

I'm going to Japan! *does a happy dance*
WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! (loud noise of joy)

Plus, I got nominated for a scholarship... It would be 15,0000 yen for settling in, and 8,0000 yen per month, for 11 months... My yearly tuition is only $7,500, (way to go exchange programs) and my ~~closet~~ apartment in Nagoya runs about 2,5000 yen/month (which is less than I pay here...) anyway, with utilities and internet and stuff, which I'll share with my roommate, if I get the scholarship, I'll be paying much less than I do here, and basically, all I'll have to cover will be ~~ramen~~ food and spending money... and it's not like I'll be able to buy many clothes, which is my vice. (I'm 3 inches taller than the average Japanese man, and 6 inches taller than the average woman) My sister is only 5'6'', and even she couldn't find clothes... Though I suppose she has a significantly larger build than me. (as in she's normal, and I have the tiny tiny hips of an adolescent boy)

anyway...

I'M GOING TO JAPAN!!!!! *continues dancing madly*

YAY!!!

2006-05-23T01:13:27Z

HAPPY BIRFDAY TO ME!!! =)

I ordered my first drink in a restraunt. =) I got something with Bailey's, ameretto, and Irish whiskey... it was tasty!