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  <title>Leslie Cheung is my God.</title>
  <subtitle>But don't mention that to Kyo-sama, Ueda-kun, and Ryotan</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Evan A. Maillor</name>
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  <updated>2007-05-01T03:41:08Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aoi_haiiro:43045</id>
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    <title>Tu Rentres - RyoDa Fanfiction</title>
    <published>2007-05-01T03:39:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-01T03:41:08Z</updated>
    <category term="ryoda"/>
    <category term="eeh... weird!!!!"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Tu Rentres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_aoi_haiiro' lj:user='aoi_haiiro' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aoi-haiiro.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://aoi-haiiro.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aoi_haiiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; RyoDa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  A little story about coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; This a bunch of rambling. It’s slightly OOC, but I figure age can change anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	As you look at your grandchildren, you wish that you can rewind all the years you’ve lived. And when you look at your old hands, worn from holding microphones and doing stunts until your skin sagged and veins popped beneath the surface, you can’t remember what they looked like before. Your life is almost complete. You’ve lived and experienced more that the average person and now at the end, there is still so much you long to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	But the aches and kinks from your long life have worn you down. The flashing lights, the happy feminine screams, and the dancing have become only hazy memories. You chuckle and then you sputter, choking on the phlegm in the back of your throat. Your children look at you and you look back. You can tell they are worried. But you don’t worry. Despite the hollow ache in your chest that longs to return to the beginning, you aren’t afraid of death. You were always a sensible one, never one to be lost in fantasies. You know that you will die and everyone dies and everyone is forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	 You wish for the innocence of the children playing before you. Ignorance is indeed bliss. You hate wistful people, envied them, and despised them for their ability to push aside reality, to live something a little less mundane. How they would strive for something they could never achieve and yet they never gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	At the end of your life you can only look in a mirror and stare in disbelief at how fast time has flown. You wonder how days could blend into years and years into decades. You know the last time you looked in that mirror you were only a child. Now you can only pour over old photographs and try to recall what was happening when it had been taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	But most of the photographs have escaped your nostalgia. Only a single picture remains clear in your mind. One that had been torn up by a hysterical woman who realized you’d never love her and then had been carefully taped back together when she left. The edges are tattered and the surface has smears from your thumb stroking over a fading image of dark hair and porcelain skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	You can still feel the silky strands slipping through your fingers as when you had stroked his ink colored hair. You can remember the smoothness of his lips even though you could no longer kiss them until they were bruised and parted. You had memorized the sensitivity of every inch of his milky skin and sometimes you can still feel him shuddering underneath you, on top of you, all around you. And those eyes, dark and skittish, like that of a doe still pierce the darkness as you lie awake at night. You can remember every tear that you had caused to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	As you watch your grandchildren you wish you could return to the days when you were young and he was still breathing. The only regret you have is that you didn’t realize how precious the time you spent with him was until it was too late. What you wouldn’t give to go back; to return to your proper place in his arms. You are displaced, a refugee. A man who just wants to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is weird and out there and blah, but I was in an odd mood. I hope you liked it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Don't shoot me.</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T16:36:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-16T18:50:14Z</updated>
    <category term="dir en grey"/>
    <category term="je"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Toshiya's Lucky Tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; aoi_haiiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; PWP. Silliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Toshiya/Jin. Yes. You read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Can’t even describe this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Don’t kill me. Blame the Macabre Tour DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya cackled loudly as he pulled out his tank and set it on the ground. Picking up the remote control, he turned the toy on and made it run out of the door. Toshiya poked around with it, the tiny gun running into bags and legs and anything else unfortunate to come across its path. He ran around NHK Hall driving his tank about after morning practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Paying no attention to where he was going as his attention was captured by the tank, he suddenly looked up. Glancing around, he noted the many people running around that weren’t his own crew. Walking up to the nearest door, he peered closely at the sign outside the door. He read ‘A-ka-ni-shi Jin’ carefully and then stood on his tiptoes, his hand wrapped around the door knob as he peeked through the small window in the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Suddenly Toshiya fell forward! His boots had wobbled and he tumbled down. His hand grabbed onto the door knob tightly as he fell, accidentally opened the door. He was sent tumbling through the doorway, landing in a heap of black hair and red plaid mini skirt on the floor. With a huge sigh, he sat up and looked behind him at his now destroyed tank. Sniffling, he moved to pick up the said tank to carry back to his bag for future burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He moved to stand up, his heart saddened by the destruction of his precious toy. His vision was suddenly clouded by a person. Blinking, Toshiya stared at the younger boy in front of him. He sat back down, his mini skirt barely covering the spandex he wore beneath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you?” the cheery voice asked, as he stared at the eyeliner-wearing, crossdressing man on the floor of his dressing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya’s mouth dropped open at the beautiful vision before his eyes. He had never laid eyes on such a gorgeous boy before in his entire life! Choking as he tried to speak, Toshiya gripped his broken tank tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy, Jin, waved his hand in front of Toshiya’s face, “Hello?!” he yelled, moving his face closer to the other male’s face. “Are you ALIVE?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya jumped at the loud noise, falling face first into Jin’s crotch. Jin gaped at this, wondering who the crazy person was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you one of my gothic fangirls?” he asked, looking down at the top of Toshiya’s head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya mumbled something, but Jin was hardly understanding by that point. Toshiya’s mouth was moving against his crotch in a very exciting way. He couldn’t help the loud moan that came out of his mouth as Toshiya accidentally mouthed his cock through the fabric of his skin tight pants. His hand gripped the carpet behind him as he fought to regain some control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya looked up, his eyes wide as he heard the noise. Looking down, he realized that his mouth hadn’t been touching a very wide seam, but Jin’s… He twitched before repeating his words, “Who are you? You don’t look like one of my roadies.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Roadie? You think I’m a roadie?” Jin cried, in astonishment. “I’m the most famousist and loved Johnny in the world! Who are you calling a roadie, you Harajuku girl!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Johnny?! What the hell. You are one of those boyband guys?” He rolled his eyes, “I’m in one of the most popular Visual Kei bands in the world! We practically started this whole genre!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jin crossed his arms, pouting, “Look. We are nice boys and we don’t dress up like little girls. We are cute pinup boys and are more popular than any weird rock band.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pfft. You can’t even play an instrument. All you do is sit around and look sexy!” Toshiya yelled back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jin blinked, starting to blush as he reached up a hand to rest against his cheek, sighing. “You think I’m sexy?” he asked, looking up at the taller man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya blinked, his eyes instantly drawn back down to Jin’s crotch, his cheeks flaming underneath his makeup. Quickly glancing back up at Jin, he nodded enthusiastically before he could stop himself. He brought up a finger to his mouth, sucking at it’s tip as he stared at the man across from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jin gulped, looking at the slender man across from him. “Y-You’re pretty sexy yourself.” He blurted out as his eyes wandered down to Toshiya’s thighs. Swallowing, he reached out, his hand petting at the bassist’s leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya nearly jumped once again as he felt the hand creep up his leg. The kid was definitely a horny little thing. Clearing his throat, he tried to ignore the groping fingers as the crept up underneath his dress. He was rather unsuccessful. Not only was his heart racing by the time Jin’s hand reached his crotch, but a certain body part was quite happy to have the Johnny’s hand close around it. &lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya opened his mouth to yell at the boy to stop, but all that came out was a shrill whimper that embarrassed him far more than reacting to the touch. Looking at the boy with wild eyes, he saw the little smirk come over Jin’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Soooo! You actually are a boy!” the calm idol proclaimed, seeming happy about the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Scooting forward, he moved his other hand to lift up the guitarist’s skirt, looking at the large bulge that was made obvious by the spandex shorts. Toshiya registered the hungry look in the younger boy’s eyes. His eyes darted between his own painfully aroused cock and Jin’s eyes. And then, Toshiya snapped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya pounced forward, his big poofy skirt flying as he pinned the not-so-innocent Jin against the floor by his wrists. Gazing down at the startled idol, he leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily against the soft ones of the other boy. Gripping the boy’s wrists above his head, he moved one hand down to grab Jin’s crotch, payback for the earlier teasing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Groaning loudly against the greedy lips, Jin spread his legs, using his amazing hips to grind up against the bassist’s hand. He felt his lips being pried open as Toshiya’s tongue forced its way into his mouth. The idol responded quickly, his tongue flickering against Toshiya’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya ravished the boy’s mouth until he ran out of breath, and then pulled back to see the bruised and red lips. Grinning to himself, his hand quickly worked to unbutton and unzip the boy’s pants. Impatient, he released Jin’s hands, using both of his own to roughly push the fabric off the boy’s legs and throw them behind him. Looking down at the now exposed length, he licked his lips, eager as his hands moved to the skinny thighs, spreading them wide as he lay down between them. His hand grabbed the cock gently, his mouth soon following. Toshiya opened his mouth wide, taking in Jin’s length, sucking at the tip as he licked up a bit of dribbling precome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Moaning loudly, Jin arched his hips up, thrusting into the bassist’s mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut. Toshiya slowly inched his mouth down the singer’s cock, swallowing around the length as his hand moved down to tease the patch of skin behind the boy’s balls. Jin shuddered at the scraping against the sensitive skin teaming up with the wet, warm mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya chuckled around the hot twitching flesh in his mouth before he pulled back, bringing up his fingers to rub against the damp tip. Slowly, he brought those fingers up to his mouth, sucking at them to get them wet while enjoying the taste of Jin’s cock on them. Grinning, he watched the panting boy whimper, thrusting his hips wantonly up into the air, as if that would help to rid him of the aching arousal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The bassist finally brought his fingers down to the boy’s entrance, trailing one around the ring of muscle before he slipped it inside. The tight, hot muscles pulsed around his finger as he slowly began to stretch the boy out. Jin almost passed out as the finger worked inside of him. He honestly couldn’t remember Toshiya adding three more fingers, he could only pushed against them, wanting to get them further inside his body. The boy’s eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Toshiya from beneath his eyelashes, silently begging the older man to take him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, Johnny’s boy, beg for it..” Toshiya whispered huskily even as he reached under his skirt to pull the spandex shorts down to his calves. He held back a sigh as his throbbing erection was finally freed from the uncomfortable cloth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jin’s dilated eyes flew open as he heard the words. Trembling, he looked up at Toshiya with big eyes before he swallowed, “A..Ah. Pl-Please?” he breathed out weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s not good enough, pretty boy.” He teased, a smirk coming over his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Frustrated, Jin collapsed against the floor, glaring up at Toshiya as he quickly muttered, “Fuck me, you cross-dressing bastard.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya giggled a bit as he lifted Jin’s hips up and moved his heavy erection to the boy’s entrance. Jin raised an eyebrow at the sound of the girly laugh, only to have his incredulous expression be wiped away as Toshiya’s rather large cock pressed up against him. His leaking head quickly pushed into the Johnny’s idol, causing Jin to bring up a hand, biting down on his knuckles as his body slowly was invaded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya paused for a few seconds, allowing the smaller guy to adjust before he pushed his cock all the way inside the tight body only to rest again for the idol. Grinning as he looked down at the mess named Jin; the bassist pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back inside, causing Jin’s body to quake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jin gasped, his mouth falling open as his body was taken over by the quick, furious thrusts. He brought his hands up, grasping at Toshiya’s waist, gaining the leverage to push his hips up to meet the brutal thrusts. The bassist watched the man silently, before he leaned down, kissing him hard on his open mouth, his tongue immediately seeking the others out. Jin responded quickly, kissing back eagerly, one of his hands digging into Toshiya’s long hair, forcing the man to keep kissing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya chuckled into the kiss and the hand he had rested on the idol’s thigh quickly moved upward before curling around Jin’s arousal, stroking and teasing at the length while he continued to pound inside of him. He felt Jin hiss at the move, Toshiya smirked, kissing the idol relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Jin could barely gasp for breath under the assault; he clung onto the man’s shoulders. Unable to hold on any longer under the intensity, the idol let himself go, his eyes almost rolling back into his head as he began to come. He broke the kiss and collapsed against the floor, trembling as his mouth dropped open into a silent scream. He pressed his body down against the Johnny’s as the man began to writhe in ecstasy. The image of Jin’s debauched face along with how nicely the idol’s body was squeezing his length caused Toshiya to lose any self control he might have had at that point. The bassist cried out softly as he buried himself inside of the younger man’s body in release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Toshiya collapsed weakly on top of Jin. For a while, he couldn’t feel anything except their pounding heartbeats and Jin muttering something that didn’t really make sense. Opening one eye, Toshiya glanced over at his broken tank. A big grin came onto his face, showing off his cutely crooked teeth. He’d definitely have to get that repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. My first PWP. *hides*&lt;br /&gt;God, it was so hard to write, but I did it! &lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the bad quality, hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/toshiya_22.jpg"&gt;For those who *gasp* don't know Toshiya!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fixed, RyoDa, Part Three</title>
    <published>2007-01-15T18:27:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-15T18:33:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; aoi_haiiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 (for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst, Romance, Fluff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; RyoDa, bits of RyoUchi, KoDa with a hint of Akame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Ueda thought that his “little” crush on Ryo was one-sided. He tries to get over it, only to find out that Ryo has a little secret of his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aoi-haiiro.livejournal.com/28792.html#cutid1"&gt;Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aoi-haiiro.livejournal.com/30231.html#cutid1"&gt;Part Two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda glanced down at his piece of paper once again, checking the instructions to make sure that he was at the right street. Turning right, his eyes darted about the buildings searching for the apartment complex. Finally, he saw the name and walked up to the small building. He entered through the small gate and up the steps to the second floor. Scanning the doors, he stopped in front of door 29 and took a deep breath. He tucked the piece of paper into his pocket and nervously wiped his palms on his back pockets before he knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Swallowing, Ueda glanced around until he heard footsteps from behind the door and then watched as the door opened to reveal a cheery Koki. Ueda smiled a little before Koki let him inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, thanks for helping me.” Ueda said, taking off the small bag on his shoulder to pull the manuscript out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Came the response and Koki quickly sat down next Ueda. Looking over at him, Koki gave another small smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Chewing his bottom lip, Ueda felt Koki’s gaze on him and he slowly peeked over. Koki grinned, causing Ueda to blush as his gaze fell back onto the packet in front of him. Koki scooted over, grabbing Ueda’s manuscript and opening to the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay. Let’s start at the beginning. You read your lines and I’ll respond. We’ll go through them a few times and then I’ll quiz you.” Koki said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda nodded, the weird sensation that had settled in his chest not fading as he read his first line. They continued to read the manuscript out loud. Ueda couldn’t help but glance over at Koki’s concentrating face as he read. Koki really was pretty mature when it came down to it. Most people didn’t really believe that Koki was the smartest member, but the man really was. Ueda really admired how easily the rapper could learn things. That was definitely something Ueda needed to improve on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	After about four hours, they stopped, both exhausted and mentally tired. Ueda leaned back against the couch as he gave a sigh of relief. Glancing over at Koki, he gave a tired smile, his eyes bright. He had definitely made some headway. He had about half of the lines completely memorized and he could paraphrase most of the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you so much…” Ueda murmured, feeling utterly grateful to the other man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Koki smiled happily, “It’s not a problem. Now you won’t have to deal with Ryo getting on your case all the time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	At the mention of the so-called Sexy Osaka Man the brunette froze. His smile quickly turned into a frown as he thought about the man. Biting his bottom lip, he quickly turned his head, looking in the opposite direction. He wondered if Ryo would indeed leave him alone after he had worked so hard. Ryo had offered his own help. To be honest, Ueda probably wouldn’t have learned anything if it had been Ryo. He would have been too distracted by the man’s dark hair and hooded eyes. Shuddering a little, Ueda tried to wipe the thoughts of the man out of his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Koki slowly sat up, looking over at Ueda who was obviously troubled. Reaching over, he bit down on the inside of his cheek as he moved his hand to brush against Ueda’s cheek before he tucked a strand of hair behind the taller man’s cheek. He tried to ignore the pounding in his chest as he moved a bit closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ta.. Tatsuya?” he asked softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda jumped at the touched, his eyes wide as he looked back at Koki. Like a deer in the headlights, he froze upright, his mouth parted as he watched the rapper move closer. The hand remained on his cheek as he looked down at Koki, slightly confused as he tried to work his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“E..eh.. K-Koki?” he whispered, his voice breaking a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Koki’s cheeks were turning a bit pink as he leaned up, kissing Ueda on the lips. His heart beat was racing as he pressed his mouth against the others, his eyes sliding shut as began to kiss the man gently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ueda’s mind had already stopped working at that point. If there was one person Ueda expected to kiss him, it was not Koki. But there he was, his surprisingly smooth lips earnestly moving against his own. The brunette swallowed a bit before he let his eyes close. Leaning forward, the taller singer responded, timidly at first before he felt something wet run along his bottom lip. Koki’s tongue. Ueda moaned lowly as he brought up a trembling hand to run over the soft shaved hair on the back of his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting his mouth, he kissed Koki harder, suddenly feeling a lot more daring. Koki gasped as his mouth was suddenly invaded by Ueda’s probing tongue. Moving his arm around Ueda’s back, he opened his mouth, his body reacting quite strongly as his breath was kissed away from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, Koki pulled Ueda downward, making the man lie on top of him. Between harsh panting and gasps for air, Koki led a flurry of kisses down Ueda’s neck, licking and tasting at the soft skin. Ueda gripped the other male’s hip tightly as he raked his fingertips over Koki’s scalp as he felt the lips graze collarbone. Chuckling against Ueda’s throat as he heard the other moan, Koki pressed his hips upward, rubbing an obvious arousal against Ueda’s thigh, wanting to feel the other closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ueda’s eyes flew open as he realized exactly what was happening. He froze, starting to move away from the other. He panicked, pushing himself halfway off the younger man. All he could hear was he heart pounding in his ears and he looked down at Koki’s lidded eyes, the man out of breath and looking at him with a strange expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ueda…” came the husky whisper, “I’ve liked, well, I’ve liked you for a while now.” He suddenly confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda shook his head quickly, more in confusion than rejection. His palms rested on either side of Koki as he stared down at him. He hadn’t known at all. He was swallowed thickly, torn. On one hand he now felt as though he was betraying his feelings for Ryo. His eyes darted around as he wondered what the man would think about him if he was caught in this position. Then his eyes fell back to Koki’s sincere face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was with Koki, it was much easier to not think about Ryo. Ueda wet his lips with his tongue as he thought. He knew Ryo would never return his feelings. It was okay to do this with Koki. Koki liked him and Ueda did like Koki as a friend. Maybe this was the key to getting over Ryo. Ueda could fall in love with Koki and not have to worry about any of that anymore. He felt a bit sick as he leaned down, surrendering to Koki’s arms as he joined their lips once again. He soon forgot the sensation as Koki’s hands moved deftly to the fly of his jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think this was a bit longer and it was mainly KoDa. Sorry about the bad kissing/etc scene. I'm really awful at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Ryo will have his Ueda soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fixed Chapter Two</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T05:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T05:03:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; aoi_haiiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst, Romance, Fluff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; RyoDa, bits of RyoUchi, KoDa with a hint of Akame. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Ueda thought that his “little” crush on Ryo was one-sided. He tries to get over it, only to find out that Ryo has a little secret of his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aoi-haiiro.livejournal.com/28792.html#cutid1"&gt;Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	It was obvious to Ueda that Ryo and Jin were both frustrated with him. He had tried his best to memorize the lines, but he was still having a little bit, well a lot of trouble with them. He was used to memorization from the songs, but there was too much dialogue. After only a few weeks Ryo and Jin were perfectly ready to perform and they were doing great. Ueda bit his bottom lip as the director told them to take a break. &lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	Walking over to edge of the stage, he grabbed his water bottle and took a large gulp. He picked up his script and opened it, looking at the lines they were going over. Frowning, he tried to concentrate on the words, muttering them under his breath until something hit him on the head. Wincing, he looked up to see an angry Ryo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can’t you memorize those few simple lines?! I know you don’t have experience, but this is pathetic!” he said harshly, drawing quite a few stares from the crew and other JE members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ueda’s face heated up from embarrassment as he felt the others staring at him. “W-Well, I’m sorry…” he trailed off, trying to look anywhere but Ryo’s angry eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ryo ran a hand through his hair and rolled his eyes, “I don’t want your apologies. You need to focus. It’s not that difficult to memorize things. You need to work harder.” He continued, smacking Ueda on the back of his head again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But I’m really trying!” Ueda said, standing up, his hand playing with his ear nervously. “I am working hard. You don’t need to remind me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Kame looked over at the two and then glanced at Jin, who just shrugged his shoulders. Standing up from where he was sitting, he started to walk over, only to see Koki was already a step ahead of him. Kame raised an eyebrow as Koki walked straight up to the two and stepped up next Ueda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Back off, Nishikido. He’s obviously doing his best. So what if he’s not as good as you are. He hardly has the experience you do, so of course it’s going to take him a while longer. Think about it instead of just attacking him!” Koki said harshly, crossing his arms across his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ryo looked up at Koki, sneering. “Who the hell do you think you are?” he asked, only to shake his head and walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda glanced over at Koki, swallowing, “You don’t have to protect me. I can take care of myself.” He said softly even though it was obvious he was grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koki grinned a little and reached over to ruffle Ueda’s hair. “I know, man. He just pisses me off. Someday you should put your boxing to use and punch him in the face. You know you could kick his ass easy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda smiled back, his cheeks flushed, “I would if it didn’t mean I’d get kicked out.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koki smirked at Ueda, “Don’t worry, you’ll get it down. If you need any help practicing lines, just call me. I may not have as much as experience as Mr. Perfect Actor over there, but I’m pretty good at memorization.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda nodded, looking happy once again. He picked up his script and began to study the lines, glancing up a little at Koki who gave him a thumbs up sign as he resumed learning his dance steps. Blinking a few times, Ueda wondered why Koki had helped him even though they weren’t really close. His tongue darted out to lick at his bottom lips as he turned back to concentrate on his script. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Frowning, Ryo watched the exchange silently from a chair offstage. Even though he was frustrated with Ueda not learning the lines, he couldn’t help but feel a little bad. His temper seemed to affect Ueda more than anyone else he knew. He was so used to other people accepting whenever he decided to vocalize his annoyance or anger and just brushing it off. Ueda on the other hand took everything very personal. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and then covered his face, taking in a deep breath. He would try his best to get through the day without blowing up at the older man again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Standing up as they were called back to the stage, he walked over to Ueda, who quickly stiffened seeing his arrival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning over, he whispered, “If you need help with the lines, I’ll do it later.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda glanced up quickly, shocked as the words registered in his head. Frowning, he moved away slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No thanks. I’ve already got some.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>aoi_haiiro @ 2006-12-11T20:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T04:31:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T04:31:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is image heavy, sorry, but can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_52.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/Ryotan_10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_18.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_19.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_25.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_28.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_29.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_46.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_47.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_49.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_51.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_54.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_57.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_59.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b224/Akisame_no_Nageki/ryotan_61.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he precious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>JE Fanfic, Fixed ~RyoDa, RYoUchi,KoDa,Akame,etc</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T05:59:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T15:48:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Fixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; aoi_haiiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Angst, Romance, Fluff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; RyoDa, bits of RyoUchi, KoDa, and Akame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Ueda thought that his "little" crush on Ryo was one-sided. He tries to get over it, only to find out that Ryo has a "little" secret of his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_misaseba' lj:user='misaseba' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://misaseba.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://misaseba.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;misaseba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;The members of NewS, Kanjani8, and KAT-TUN were sprawled out on the several couches that were in the room. As a part of an upcoming Christmas special, the three bands were attending the last of several pre-rehearsal meetings. Roles were being discussed, deadlines were set, and other such matters were being resolved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ueda was doodling on a sheet of paper, tuning out the current producer as he rambled on about a skit. Ueda never got to act that much anyways. Sighing out of boredom, he glanced up, his eyes wandering around the room until the came to rest on &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. A small frown crept onto his face as he bit the inside of his cheek. Nishikido Ryo. Ueda squirmed slightly and looked back down at the piece of paper, blushing unconsciously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that the other man was really quite mean; after all, he’d been on the receiving end of Ryo’s cruel remarks countless times. And even though he knew better, Ueda had definitely crushing on the man for quite some time. Despite those times when Ryo had made him uncomfortable or even brought him to tears, he still couldn’t help but admire the talented younger man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Ryo knew nothing of Ueda’s fascination with him. He was currently snuggling up to Uchi, his arm resting lightly around the man’s shoulders as he looked at the sheets of information. The other man would keep glancing over at Ryo and smile. Everyone knew that while Ryo and Uchi both claimed to only be friends they were really dating. It was made obvious when Ryo had left his girlfriend abruptly a few months ago and subsequently moved into the same apartment building as Uchi. Pi had come over to visit Ryo early in the morning and had seen Uchi leaving the apartment wearing only pajamas and looking quite… ruffled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news had quickly spread around as Pi wasn’t one to keep anything to himself. Ueda had overheard Jin and Kame chatting about it one day during practice. He nearly dropped the water bottle mid-sip . He spit out his water and patted at his chest, his body wracked with coughing as some water went down wrong. Jin had looked over, concerned, but Ueda waved him off, quickly walking out of the room. Drawing in a shaky breath, he leaned against the wall in the hallway, his eyes closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart was pounding in his chest as he had slowly realized that Ryo was really dating Uchi. Covering his face with his hand, he had tried to ignore the emotions that were churning in his stomach. As soon as he’d regained control of his coughing, he took a deep breath and walked back into the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same oppressive weight was still hovering around Ueda as his eyes glanced toward the couple. Frowning to himself, Ueda tried to focus back on what one of the producers was saying when he suddenly heard his name from the producer’s mouth. Startled, he looked up, now paying full attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So Ueda, Akanishi, and Nishikido will be doing a small skit after the fourth act. You all will receive scripts at the end of the meeting. It will involve no major acrobatics or dancing, but singing will be involved, so please prepare well for the first rehearsal. And next…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ueda flushed slightly. He wasn’t very good at acting; that was pretty well-known. Not only was he the only one in KAT-TUN that had never been in a drama, he also got flustered easily with stage work. Glancing over at Jin, who smiled at him, he grinned back nervously before glancing over at Ryo, who was smirking slightly at his boyfriend as he reached up to ruffle the said man’s hair. Ueda’s gaze came back to rest on his lap and he missed the troubled stare that came from across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin yawned as the left the meeting room. Walking next to Ueda, he slung an arm around the older man’s shoulders, only to feel him tense up and shrug the arm off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, what’s wrong, Tatsuya?” he asked, glancing over, “Are you worried about the skit with Ryo-chan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ueda shook his head quickly, ducking to hide his burning cheeks. “No…not really.” He answered softly. Reaching up, his fingers nervously fidgeted with the small diamond at the end of his dangling earring. Jin noticed the gesture and grinned, poking Ueda in the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Liar! I can tell you are upset. Don’t worry about it. He’ll be professional.” He responded with a chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, Ryo, minus the usual Uchi, wandered over to the two with a small smirk playing on his face. “Don’t forget to read your script, Uebo. You will need to study even harder than the two of us.” With that, he gave Ueda a thwap on the head with the script booklet and then held it out for him to take. Ueda reached out quickly, snatching the script away quickly from the other man. Nodding to Jin, he glared down at Ryo for a moment, before walking off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin shook his head at Ryo, “Come on, Ryo-chan, don’t be keep up this childish stuff. Ueda’s really going to need our help with this. He won’t do very well if you tease him and make him uncomfortable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryo watched Ueda leave, silent for a moment before grinning at Jin, “I won’t do anything like that. I was only having a little of fun today.” Waving at Uchi, he smiled and the couple headed over to the small group made up of Kanjani8 members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever you say.” Jin said rolling his eyes before he moved over to Kame, his arm slipping under the other man's as he rested his head on Kame’s shoulder, blinking as he looked over at the man with big eyes, he silently begged Kame to leave with him. The shorter man glanced over at him smirking before he said his goodbyes and they left the studio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Part done! It’s kind of short, but this was basically just a chapter to set everything up. Hope you liked this part. &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>omfg, It's RyoDa &amp;gt;_</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T19:21:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-29T16:16:14Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Skin Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; aoi_haiiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre:&lt;/b&gt; Romance and A bit of making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; RyoDa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; This really doesn’t have much of a plot and it's really short, sorry. Muzukashii ne! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Ueda Tatsuya had the most beautiful skin he’d ever seen. Sometimes he would gaze at the singer from across the stage as they performed together. And sometimes he would long to trail his fingertips down that smooth, flawless shoulder just to see if it was as soft and cool as it appeared. But then he would get distracted by the shadowy hair spilling down the curved shoulder, whispering at the beauty mark on the man’s shoulder blade. Or the glittering of the silver earring nestled amongst the dark strands. He couldn’t help but love to stare up at those quivering lips as Ueda tried not to smile. But Ueda Tatsuya looked even more beautiful when he cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Behind every glare and sarcastic observation was a man, still enamored with the strange Ueda. It was this secret awe that drew him ever closer, causing him to turn his cruel mouth toward the man. And every time that the tears began to spill down the curve of those rounded cheeks, the beating in his heart lost control for just a few moments, a too sweet thrill escaping his chest. These were the moments he kept closest to his heart. It took him a while before he realized that with each little comment Ueda would only withdraw further into his own little world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	He had given up. Given in. Apologies weren’t what Ryo was best at, and it showed in the awkward little smirk that played on his face. He wished that he could still watch the tears against that pale skin, but when he would glance over and see the blushing little smile that grew on Ueda’s lips, he felt it would be alright if he could make Ueda smile like that instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	And ever so slowly, Ueda began to escape the shell he had buried himself in, and just as slowly, he let Ryo be his friend. It had happened one day, Ueda had been talking, and Ryo’d been watching, like he always seemed to do. But then the singer turned and his eyes immediately found him. He didn’t look away when the other blushed and ducked his head, only to look timidly back and give him a little smile. Or when he grabbed Ueda and pulled him close during a song, their bodies fitting together, Ueda laughing breathlessly, and his own heart pounding louder for a moment as his hand rested against Ueda’s shirt, just a layer away from that beloved skin. Though it was over in a matter of moments, he still couldn’t help but look back at Ueda and grin as he walked by. It was then Ryo decided he would work his hardest to be the only one the man would smile for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	He knew that the weird man had most likely put some sort of spell on him. That was why he just simply couldn’t stop pressing his mouth up against those supple lips. It was an addiction and while he was sure it was probably getting to be dangerous by now, he slid his tongue back into the warm ecstasy that was Ueda Tatsuya’s mouth. And between the adoring kisses and soft whispered phrases that Ryo would never utter if he weren’t under said enchantment, his fingers grasped the flowing fabric of Ueda’s shirt and slipped it down his shoulder. Ueda Tatsuya’s pale skin was flushed an off color of pink and it was all too hot, and there were little scars underneath his collarbone. But somehow, Ryo forgave him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Japan!!! Kyoto-Kiyomizu-Dera</title>
    <published>2006-07-11T04:10:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-30T19:59:07Z</updated>
    <category term="geisha"/>
    <category term="kyoto"/>
    <category term="japan"/>
    <category term="kiyomizu-dera"/>
    <lj:music>'Breath + Smile" by Fungo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, Japan was amazing. If you ever have the chance to go, do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoto was beautiful, and it was one of my favorite places. I love the blend of old Japan and the new Japan. There are old, beautiful temples right next to tall shopping centers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiyomizu-Dera--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00001fkq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00001fkq/s320x240" width="162" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00002e59/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00002e59/s320x240" width="162" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/0000360x/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/0000360x/s320x240" width="162" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00004a3c/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00004a3c/s320x240" width="162" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was definately my favorite temple. You can't really see it, but it's a building on stilts and is pretty high up on the side of a mountain. In it there is a place where you can walk with your eyes closed from one rock to another to find your true love. (I did it easy, lol) At another spot, there are three fountains from which you drink. Before I didn't know what fountain I drank from but then I asked and I picked れんあい "love" (again!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of shops nearby and after I visited the temple, I went shopping, of course. I found a Gackt calendar and TONS of Tackey &amp; Tsubasa stuff that was pretty cheap. It was heaven in the little music store I found. I also got a discount, which was awesome. I had zarusoba which are cold noodles you dip into a sauce with green onions. It was very good. One of my very foreign looking friends, a girl, got pointed at by a ton of business men who were talking excitedlty, it was hilarious. Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many dessert shops' windows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00005kr0/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00005kr0/s320x240" width="320" height="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ton of school kids came up to me and asked for pictures. I always thought I looked more Thai than Irish, but I guess I looked white enough for them, xD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Geisha I saw in the Gion corner of Kyoto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00006c8x/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/aoi_haiiro/pic/00006c8x/s320x240" width="320" height="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy looking at my crappy pictures. I was having camera problems during my trip.</content>
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    <title>One shot rec list Voting, Round Two</title>
    <published>2006-02-01T22:13:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T22:49:18Z</updated>
    <category term="one-shot reclist"/>
    <category term="slash"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Results:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top Ten:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/bluevase.php"&gt;Blue Vase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/dancingqueen.php"&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.lasairandmaya.com/DSOL.html"&gt;Dark Side of Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.twilight.me.uk/starfic17.htm"&gt;Delusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ladyvader/32223.html"&gt;Friend Like Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/maya/hatred.html"&gt;Hatred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/phoenixsong/OYS.html"&gt;Only Your Shadow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/cassie/SI.html"&gt;Something Impossible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/nsnowflake/tomorrow.html"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=tda:/authors/maya/YEW.html"&gt;Your Every Wish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other Recs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.notquiteroyal.net/topgallant/fics/everysecond.html"&gt;Every Second&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=5326"&gt;Green Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=7112&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=ef232f0722378f6eb689559d7efaedf0"&gt;Gryffindor Seduction 101 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/suishoutenshi/melt.html"&gt;Melt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.amanuensis1.com/onepieceof.html"&gt;One Peice of Parchment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.debbiesfics.com/parkbench.html"&gt;The Park Bench&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/abbycadabra/154178.html"&gt;Perchance to Dream&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://www.somedistantgalaxy.com/veela/reads.html"&gt;READS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www.notquiteroyal.net/topgallant/fics/rumour.html"&gt;Rumour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/crimson_stained/127612.html?view=2077308#t2077308"&gt;A Semi-Charmed Kind of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=7397"&gt;Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=8382"&gt;The Spider and the Fly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/crimson_stained/61656.html"&gt;a tale of a little boy who was different in a very special way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/alaceron/TV.html"&gt;Theme and Variations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Round of Voting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now we need to vote for #15)~50) on the other list... so please vote for EIGHT different one-shots from this list! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting is open till the end of February! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/contrelamontre/340129.html"&gt; Eighteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/aja/PQ.html"&gt;Pop Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/hackthis/323412.html"&gt;Seven Minutes in the Garden of Wizarding Delights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=9336"&gt;Another Detour&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/xylodemon/272746.html"&gt;Something I Can Never Have&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/copperbadge/678700.html"&gt;No Treaty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/harrydraco/1002304.html"&gt;The Spoils of War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1496125/1/"&gt;in the closet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/791039/1/"&gt;Remember me This Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/691786/1/"&gt; A Good Kind of Hurt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/alaceron/FT.html"&gt;Fairy Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/rurounihime/SDAV.html"&gt;Six Days at the Villa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php" fic="at:/authors/rurounihime/disintegrate.html"&gt;Disintegrate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;a href="http://rhysenn.morethanart.org/harrypotter/whenyousay.htm"&gt;When You Say Nothing at All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1813479/1/"&gt;Fallen Flying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;a href="http://www.angelsabyss.net/harry/hpmonday.html"&gt;Monday in the Café With Joanne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/dyingofthelight.php"&gt;The Dying of the Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/abbycadabra/121297.html"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/abbycadabra/142869.html"&gt;Salvation &amp; Sacrament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/abremaline/18351.html#cutid1"&gt;Yours to the End&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/adnarel_silver/second.html"&gt;Second&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/striptea.php"&gt;Strip/TEA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/hanfics/926.html"&gt;Genesis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/angelgazing/65459.html#cutid1"&gt;genuflect (this fake plastic jesus)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/anise_anise/29213.html#cutid1"&gt;Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=tda:/authors/aylapascal/TFA.html"&gt;to feel alive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;a href="http://ashes.exitseraphim.org/writing/sec.html"&gt;H(x)/D(x) = x^3 sec(x)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/big_mama_g/TCC.html"&gt;The Cinderella Complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/bittersplendor/25950.html"&gt;Delay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=1243"&gt;Anything But Ordinary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)&lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=tda:/authors/cedar/SD01.html"&gt;Saison d’Être&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) &lt;a href="http://www.waxjism.org/cimorene/hp/sleeping.html"&gt;Sleeping with the Enemy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)&lt;a 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href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/harrydraco/234115.html?#cutid1"&gt;Once upon a time there were Heroes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) &lt;a href="http://isis.arithmancy.net/MND.htm"&gt;Mischief and Madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) &lt;a href="http://www.riddikulus.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=rid:/authors/jackie_l/ADILAF.html"&gt;A Day in the Life of a Ferret &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/jaylee/GUP.html"&gt;Growing Up Piaget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/jojo/AISB.html"&gt;As it Should Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/karma/masquerade.html"&gt;Masquerade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/karma/MM.html"&gt;My Muse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/gashofcolour.php"&gt;A Gash of Colour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/kurla/FN.html"&gt;Feeling Needy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/gettingit.php"&gt;Getting It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ladyvader/104537.html"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=10193"&gt;Downpour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/marksykins/104151.html"&gt;The Inner Workings of Coincidence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mirasfics/29393.html"&gt;A Consummation to be Devoutly Wished&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/moriavis/IDKHTLH01.html"&gt;I Don't Know How to Love Him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=tda:/authors/natabug/ES.html"&gt;Electric Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/natabug/trumpet.html"&gt;Trumpet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1143496/1/"&gt;A Christmas Truce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) &lt;a href="http://www.somedistantgalaxy.com/veela/whatloveis.html"&gt;What Love Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/lovely_slyth/15006.html#cutid1"&gt;Drawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd17/worththewait.php"&gt;Worth the Wait&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=7269"&gt;An Unlikely Pair (Or: Like A Car Wreck)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rurounihime/72662.html?#cutid1"&gt;Under Fingertips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/onetouchisntenough/torturewormselvesandpotter.htm"&gt;A Catalogue of Ways to Torture FlobberWorms, Elves, and Harry Potter &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/scela_letifer/60150.html?view=196598#t196598"&gt;Glass to the Arson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=6771"&gt;All his Saints&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/hd_falling/11637.html"&gt;Sketch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/slytherinboyz/7026.html"&gt;You Can't Wear That&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/stellabelle/1952.html#cutid1"&gt;Up For It?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69)&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/tainted_quills/3447.html#cutid1"&gt;Pieces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70)&lt;a href="http://www.pchost4u.co.uk/~taradiane/photograph.htm"&gt;Photograph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/aja/WLTR01a.html"&gt;Who Loves the Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/aja/assurance01a.html"&gt;Assurance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/abaddon/ATF01a.html"&gt;After the Fact&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/abaddon/acts01a.html"&gt;Acts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/abaddon/TPOG01a.html"&gt;the power of goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=9118&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=a57eca83581bb0ca0912ea30c8fed45b"&gt;Interlude and Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>OneShot Rec list Voting NOW CLOSED</title>
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    <content type="html">I'd like to give a lot of thanks to Sivu and Demita from over at FA for providing this huge list (I added a few of my favorites as well). (Oooh, and &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_anyotherknight' lj:user='anyotherknight' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://anyotherknight.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://anyotherknight.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyotherknight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for her lovely H/D rec list where I got a ton of these from.) A big thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_essawkward' lj:user='essawkward' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://essawkward.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://essawkward.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;essawkward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for her help and such. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; First off, please read as many of these if you can before voting so that you are sure of your votes because you may vote four times only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just type the numbers next to the oneshots in your comment and that's about all. ^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/contrelamontre/340129.html"&gt; Eighteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/suishoutenshi/melt.html"&gt;Melt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/aja/PQ.html"&gt;Pop Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/hackthis/323412.html"&gt;Seven Minutes in the Garden of Wizarding Delights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=7397"&gt;Snakes and Ladders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/maya/hatred.html"&gt;Hatred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=tda:/authors/maya/YEW.html"&gt;Your Every Wish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=9336"&gt;Another Detour&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/xylodemon/272746.html"&gt;Something I Can Never Have&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/copperbadge/678700.html"&gt;No Treaty&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/abbycadabra/154178.html"&gt;Perchance to Dream&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/harrydraco/1002304.html"&gt;The Spoils of War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/cassie/SI.html"&gt;Something Impossible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;a href="http://www.notquiteroyal.net/topgallant/fics/everysecond.html"&gt;Every Second&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;a href="http://www.notquiteroyal.net/topgallant/fics/rumour.html"&gt;Rumour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1496125/1/"&gt;in the closet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/791039/1/"&gt;Remember me This Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/691786/1/"&gt; A Good Kind of Hurt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/alaceron/FT.html"&gt;Fairy Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/alaceron/TV.html"&gt;Theme and Variations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ladyvader/32223.html"&gt;Friend Like Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/rurounihime/SDAV.html"&gt;Six Days at the Villa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/rurounihime/disintegrate.html"&gt;Disintegrate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;a href="http://www.debbiesfics.com/parkbench.html"&gt;The Park Bench&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;a href="http://rhysenn.morethanart.org/harrypotter/whenyousay.htm"&gt;When You Say Nothing at All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1813479/1/"&gt;Fallen Flying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;a href="http://www.angelsabyss.net/harry/hpmonday.html"&gt;Monday in the Café With Joanne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/dyingofthelight.php"&gt;The Dying of the Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/abbycadabra/121297.html"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/abbycadabra/142869.html"&gt;Salvation &amp; Sacrament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/abremaline/18351.html#cutid1"&gt;Yours to the End&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/adnarel_silver/second.html"&gt;Second&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/striptea.php"&gt;Strip/TEA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/hanfics/926.html"&gt;Genesis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) &lt;a href="http://www.amanuensis1.com/onepieceof.html"&gt;One Peice of Parchment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/angelgazing/65459.html#cutid1"&gt;genuflect (this fake plastic jesus)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/anise_anise/29213.html#cutid1"&gt;Drive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=5326"&gt;Green Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=tda:/authors/aylapascal/TFA.html"&gt;to feel alive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) &lt;a href="http://ashes.exitseraphim.org/writing/sec.html"&gt;H(x)/D(x) = x^3 sec(x)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/big_mama_g/TCC.html"&gt;The Cinderella Complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/bittersplendor/25950.html"&gt;Delay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=1243"&gt;Anything But Ordinary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44)&lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=tda:/authors/cedar/SD01.html"&gt;Saison d’Être&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) &lt;a href="http://www.waxjism.org/cimorene/hp/sleeping.html"&gt;Sleeping with the Enemy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/crimson_stained/127612.html?view=2077308#t2077308"&gt;A Semi-Charmed Kind of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/crimson_stained/61656.html"&gt;a tale of a little boy who was different in a very special way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48)&lt;a href="http://www.riddikulus.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=rid:/authors/csnape/MIDB.html"&gt;The Man In Draco’s Bed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49)&lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=8382"&gt;The Spider and the Fly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50)&lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/el_erzulie/TB.html"&gt;The Beginning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51)&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/enne_de_paix/23708.html"&gt;Coming Over Your Fears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52)&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/fivil/149034.html"&gt;to travel east and know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53)&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/florahart/49151.html"&gt;Ways to Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54)&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/dragon_charmer/218315.html?style=mine"&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1476824/1/"&gt;The Next Ten Minutes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/harrydraco/234115.html?#cutid1"&gt;Once upon a time there were Heroes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) &lt;a href="http://isis.arithmancy.net/MND.htm"&gt;Mischief and Madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/bluevase.php"&gt;Blue Vase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) &lt;a href="http://www.riddikulus.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=rid:/authors/jackie_l/ADILAF.html"&gt;A Day in the Life of a Ferret &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/jaylee/GUP.html"&gt;Growing Up Piaget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=7112&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=ef232f0722378f6eb689559d7efaedf0"&gt;Gryffindor Seduction 101 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/jojo/AISB.html"&gt;As it Should Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/karma/masquerade.html"&gt;Masquerade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/karma/MM.html"&gt;My Muse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/gashofcolour.php"&gt;A Gash of Colour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=at:/authors/kurla/FN.html"&gt;Feeling Needy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/gettingit.php"&gt;Getting It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ladyvader/104537.html"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2138629/1/"&gt;Betting Pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/marksykins/104151.html"&gt;The Inner Workings of Coincidence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd/dancingqueen.php"&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mirasfics/29393.html"&gt;A Consummation to be Devoutly Wished&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/moriavis/IDKHTLH01.html"&gt;I Don't Know How to Love Him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=tda:/authors/natabug/ES.html"&gt;Electric Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/natabug/trumpet.html"&gt;Trumpet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1143496/1/"&gt;A Christmas Truce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) &lt;a href="http://www.somedistantgalaxy.com/veela/reads.html"&gt;READS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) &lt;a href="http://www.astronomytower.org/authors/nsnowflake/tomorrow.html"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) &lt;a href="http://www.somedistantgalaxy.com/veela/whatloveis.html"&gt;What Love Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/lovely_slyth/15006.html#cutid1"&gt;Drawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) &lt;a href="http://glassesreflect.net/hd17/worththewait.php"&gt;Worth the Wait&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) &lt;a href="http://www.thedarkarts.org/authors/phoenixsong/OYS.html"&gt;Only Your Shadow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=7269"&gt;An Unlikely Pair (Or: Like A Car Wreck)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/rurounihime/72662.html?#cutid1"&gt;Under Fingertips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) &lt;a href="http://www.twilight.me.uk/starfic17.htm"&gt;Delusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/onetouchisntenough/torturewormselvesandpotter.htm"&gt;A Catalogue of Ways to Torture FlobberWorms, Elves, and Harry Potter &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/scela_letifer/60150.html?view=196598#t196598"&gt;Glass to the Arson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=6771"&gt;All his Saints&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/hd_falling/11637.html"&gt;Sketch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/slytherinboyz/7026.html"&gt;You Can't Wear That&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/stellabelle/1952.html#cutid1"&gt;Up For It?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92)&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/tainted_quills/3447.html#cutid1"&gt;Pieces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93)&lt;a href="http://www.pchost4u.co.uk/~taradiane/photograph.htm"&gt;Photograph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/aja/WLTR01a.html"&gt;Who Loves the Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/aja/assurance01a.html"&gt;Assurance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/abaddon/ATF01a.html"&gt;After the Fact&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/abaddon/acts01a.html"&gt;Acts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) &lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/abaddon/TPOG01a.html"&gt;the power of goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=9118&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=a57eca83581bb0ca0912ea30c8fed45b"&gt;Interlude and Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) &lt;a href="http://archive.skyehawke.com/story.php?no=10193"&gt;Downpour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. there you have it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will keep voting open until the end of January, just to give people more time. Kthnx.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOTING IS CLOSED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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