<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842472410948197861</id><updated>2011-09-03T20:24:06.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雪之风 の 碎片。。。</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;可是，你从来没有给我应有的时间来考虑该不该回应你的爱。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么你能这么容易把“爱”这个字说出口？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道你不会感到这个字的负担吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像你每天在我的耳边不胜其烦的一直说爱我。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真想知道我到底哪里值得你的爱？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当一个人把心毫无保留的交出去时，到底用了多大的勇气？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不是不懂得去爱。。。。。 只是已经不想再爱人了。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为“爱”，太沉重也太有负担了。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说会等我一辈子。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你的爱不是为了要邦住我，而是在我累时当我的避风港。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一辈子有多久我不知道。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了我用一辈子来交换值得吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说就是爱我，所以给我自由。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的自由却让我开始喘不过气。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就当我决定要你放开对我的爱时。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你为了我，满身血红的倒在我面前时。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的世界就那样轻易的崩塌了。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你终于把眼睛睁开，对着我微笑。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就像在黑暗中得到了曙光、溺水时得到了求生的浮板。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在那时，我想。。。 我应该已经爱上你了。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请再给我多一点的时间来明白要怎么的爱你。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像你说的。。。。 爱我。。。 不需要理由。。。。。 不需要结果。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要在我终于爱上你时，回握你那一直为我伸出的双手。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以。。。。 爱我。。。 就给我时间。。。 让我把你应得的爱好好的全部送给你。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*灵感： 风之羽的小说 - 萧白风与林典的故事*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842472410948197861-8153990286285298405?l=mintyflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/feeds/8153990286285298405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzyXAxtW48/SencUPLREiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QoNrUdHI7tY/S220/th_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842472410948197861.post-3924212345711012621</id><published>2010-09-20T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:19:56.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是活在孤岛的孤独流浪者2</title><content type='html'>我是活在孤岛的孤独流浪者。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生命的定义到底是什么？？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有一个人可以孤独的活在这世界上。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，有些人，会用尽手段、不择手段。。。 让自己能站在世界的高峰。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你了解被别人遗忘的感受吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那种孤独、没有任何温暖的冰冷感受。。。 如果没有自己体验过是永远不会明白的。。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人类。。。。。。。。。 是最有爱心也最残忍的生物。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他可以现在对你很好。。。。。。。 以后拿一把隐行的刀把你砍得体无完肤。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么还要对这个世界报有任何的期待和希望呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尤其你已经知道你所得到只有失望。。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宁可永远的漂浮、流浪。。。。 也不想再为了什么而留恋。。。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为。。。。。。。。 已经没有值得的价值了。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-孤独的流浪者上-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842472410948197861-3924212345711012621?l=mintyflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/feeds/3924212345711012621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2010/09/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/3924212345711012621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/3924212345711012621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2010/09/2.html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许、也许，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人、会发现我这个孤岛上的古都流浪者。。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时已化成白骨。。。。。。。 回归大地。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;消失在这个让我永远也没办法感到任何归宿的世界。。。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-孤独流浪者上-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842472410948197861-4578587805094545861?l=mintyflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://revolutionbreeze.blogspot.com/' title='我是活在孤岛上的孤独流浪者'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/feeds/4578587805094545861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/4578587805094545861'/><link rel='self' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Background Music – Elva’s 衝動 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;很感激 这城市拥挤的大楼&lt;br /&gt;让你我 还能多相处吃午餐&lt;br /&gt;人群中 怕太明显所以终是忽视你&lt;br /&gt;一刻不放松 不放松&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住 想要扁你的冲动&lt;br /&gt;不确定你对于我 有什么感受&lt;br /&gt;你给的话语 在我心中乱乱走动&lt;br /&gt;刺激我 怔撼我心灵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住 想要K你的冲动&lt;br /&gt;不确定我的拳头 能让你开窍&lt;br /&gt;我只能相信 自己信念不怕继续&lt;br /&gt;希望你的想法 让我不想再踹你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心 是被你设定的炸弹&lt;br /&gt;提醒我 想你的时间太够用&lt;br /&gt;为什么 地铁上我能睡在你的肩膀&lt;br /&gt;是你在意我 你喜欢我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是情人 还是朋友&lt;br /&gt;没有力气 想得太多&lt;br /&gt;你的世界 如此峡小&lt;br /&gt;我能在哪个角落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842472410948197861-3837004382616740105?l=mintyflake.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzyXAxtW48/SencUPLREiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QoNrUdHI7tY/S220/th_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842472410948197861.post-7170297585992881170</id><published>2009-05-29T16:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:59:53.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck Streak with a little sweet luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer: All Original Characters Belong to the Creator(s) of the Manga: GetBackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dreadful day. Juubei Kakei betted on everything he owned with the exception of the person he loves more than his life that he had offended the misfortunate god to cause with down with all those bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of the day, he had tripped when getting out of the bed and fell on his beloved which caused the latter to have a bad bruise on the head. After making sure that his beloved was alright, he made his way to the bathroom and successfully tripped on the mat, bumped his head on the sink, scratched his hands and knocked the bottles of shower gels and shampoos of the shelves which all landed on his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could get up, he already sensed the shock he must had given his beloved as the latter was instantly by his side helping him up. He saw very clearly the tears that threatened to fall any minute and how he hates himself everytime he made his beloved upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, after the nasty bathroom accident and with his beloved by his side to make sure no accident going to happen, he freshened himself up quickly in order to have some spare time to prepare breakfast for his beloved before he had to get to limited fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While brushing his teeth, he swore he heard his beloved muttered something about redecorating the evil bathroom which made him smiled a little. He always knows that his beloved is amusing in his ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unluckily for Juubei, his bad luck did not end. It seems to follow him around the whole day. Not only did he ruin breakfast for both his beloved and himself, his car decided to give him engine problems. It took him a whole hour to try to figure the problem with the car and when he was about to give up, his beloved pointed out that the water tank was empty that made the car not running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei has never want to knock himself unconscious before those things happened but if he did, he would get his beloved really worried and upset and he hates that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that his bad luck streak would end soon, Juubei made it to the limited fortress safely. He went patrolling with Toshiki and still nothing happened. He was wondering whether his bad luck had finally went for good when he tripped and fell onto a pile of stinky, soft, sticky mess. He hoped and prayed to whatever god that would answer him but knew the gods had decided to ignore him when he heard the laughter from Toshiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a good 5mins glare to stop the laughing streak from Toshiki and on the way back, Juubei swore that he heard snigger behind him. However, when he turned his head to glare at his friend, the latter gave him an innocent look which he knew was never really that innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making their way back turned out to be another horror as every single person avoided him and the look of his sister was priceless. He could see that she was debating to herself whether to go near him or asked him to get himself out of the building. In the end, Juubei’s bad luck streak decided for him when he accidentally knocked over a glass of water that fell onto the wires and caused half of the computers to blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister and Toshiki could hardly get him out of the building in time when they heard MakubeX’s screams. The two quickly left him to get to his car and went back to calm the IT boy who Juubei assumed was going to kill him when he gets his hands on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei was about to reach his car when someone living on one of the buildings, dropped a bin of rubbish onto him. He was too shocked for words. It took a minute for him to realize that the person did not do it on purpose. He was standing right beside the dumpster. How ironic could that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was busy rearranging the bathroom. He wondered how could a simple bathroom turned out to be so dangerous for anymore especially his love. He could still remember the look his love had after the accidents he had in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone could have tripped over the sheets and fall onto another person. That’s normal. To be tripped by the bathroom mat and fell down bumping your head and knocking bottles onto your feel plus scratching your hands, well, it’s just unlucky. However, nearly got your hands burnt its pure bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was praying and hoping nothing even worse can happened to his love. He believes that his love is strong and can handle with all this misfortunate. But those were way too much and his love has this tendency to doubt himself. And when his mind run wild, he will go away and hide. That is what Kazuki always afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late afternoon after Kazuki had finished packing and clearing the bathroom and their bedroom. He had moved some of the things away to make both rooms more spacious and more accident proof. Kazuki was wondering what else he could do when he heard the door of the apartment opened. He was just wondering what could have brought his love back so early when his sense of smell told him the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell was so horrible that Kazuki wanted to throw up and kicked his love out of the house but he knew that if he did either of those 2, his love’s pride would be seriously injured and it would take forever to mend the wounds. Forcing himself, Kazuki puts on a brave face and walked out of the bedroom to greet his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are back early.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki… don’t come near me. To be precise, stay as far away as possible. I know the smell is horrible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, I’m not staying away and no, you don’t smell that bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, Kazuki could not help but cough which caused Juubei to grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, don’t kid yourself. You always cough when you smell something not pleasant. Anyway, I need a long bath to get all this smell off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will run the bath for you then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I say, stay away. I can see from your face you are choking to death already. Don’t push yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, what happened?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While both were talking, they were moving towards the bathroom. Juubei looked at Kazuki and signed internally. He should know nothing can make Kazuki stays away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I fell onto a pile of dog shit, wreck the equipments at MakubeX’s place and got a bin of rubbish dump on me. Talking about this, I will have to wash the car later. It’s lucky the seats are leather. Or else it will be a nightmare to wash off the smell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki looked at Juubei with surprised and the latter was hoping his beloved’s eyes will not pop out from the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m alright. Do you want to go out now? I am going to take a bath.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s nothing I never seen before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, I mean the smell.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m getting used to it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are way too stubborn”&lt;br /&gt;“So does you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine! But stay there and don’t come near.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We shall see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei reached for a bottle of fragrant that Kazuki usually used when he was in the mood for relaxation. The smell was really good and it may help lighten the horrible smell on his body. He glanced at his beloved who smiled happily when he poured the bottle into the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are going to smell really good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to smell like you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You make sound as it is a bad thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you smell great. And with me smelling like you… It makes me think otherwise.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki chuckled while watching Juubei stripped off the smelly and dirty clothing. He wanted to get them to the laundry room but was stopped by Juubei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Leave the clothes there. They smell ten times worse than I smell now. I will throw them away to save all the washing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, if you say so. That’s mean we have to do some shopping for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aren’t that idea always appeal to you? To dress me up. Ah…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I suppose you will be happy if I decide to ignore you and dress someone else?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei too ka quick shower before jumping into the bathtub and relaxed in the bath for awhile before answering Kazuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Depending who is the person.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Toshiki?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He needs some better clothes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sakura?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Try dressing her and she will kill you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shido?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He has someone to do the dressing up part already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ginji?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm… you can try.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Midou?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stay as far away from him as possible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah… and may I know the reason?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He is a dangerous man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think so. The exact reason please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He lusts at you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT!? Are you kidding me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do I look as if I’m kidding you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s… that’s… OMG.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Precisely.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two fell into silence and Juubei shifted a little to wash his back. Before he realized, a pair of soft hands were already scrubbing him with gentle moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought I told u not to move an inch?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bad for blood circulation. Besides, you look as if you need some help.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I still smell bad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, you smell good. Really good that I want to eat you alive now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, are you feeling alright?”&lt;br /&gt;“Actually, no.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, Kazuki leaned down and kissed Juubei gently and the kiss started getting heated up when Juubei added pressure to it. They were so caught up in their moment that none of them realized Kazuki was already in the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke the kiss when they felt the need to breath. Kazuki smiled sweetly at Juubei who was looking horrify in their current position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are going to smell like shit too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I’m going to smell really good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? Fine, I smell bad and wet. Don’t mind if I join you for the bath?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do I have a choice?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, you don’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In this case, do you mind getting out first so I can change the water before we jump back in again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, why not. I will be able to return you back the stripping show you just give me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei looked at Kazuki and raised his eyebrow but relax again when Kazuki started stripping. After making sure the water is warm enough, he poured in the fragrant before jumping back into the bathtub with Kazuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By the way, do you happen to know that the fragrant you just pour in was give by Lady Poison?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, that was specially made for me to lure you whenever I want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, sometimes I so want you but you are so unwilling. So I ask Himiko for a favor.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s why you are grinning ear to ear when I reach for that bottle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OMG, now I feel bad. I’m really on bad luck streak today”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, you did the right thing. Or else I may not be in your arms right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe you are right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Trust me, I’m right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Juubei leaned down to capture Kazuki’s lips into another hot passion moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842472410948197861-7170297585992881170?l=mintyflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/feeds/7170297585992881170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-luck-streak-with-little-sweet-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/7170297585992881170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/7170297585992881170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-luck-streak-with-little-sweet-luck.html' title='Bad Luck Streak with a little sweet luck'/><author><name>MintyFlake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893008664623261993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzyXAxtW48/SencUPLREiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QoNrUdHI7tY/S220/th_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842472410948197861.post-3198856550700031469</id><published>2009-04-18T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:31:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day... We Will Meet Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sitting there on the couch, watching the rain drops hitting the window slides, memories of him clearly refresh on my mind. The weather now is the same as the day he left. I can still feel his hold around me, his voice and his breath circling around my ears. The scent that he always carried is still fresh on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that day, that event, never happens, I will not be who I am right now. Maybe I will still be the “little” girl who thinks that there is no such thing called ‘True Love’ and it only exists in fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story that I am going to share it with you, that changes my life. The story that happens between him and me, the story that will never be wiped off in my memories… … …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can never figure this question! Why can’t you set another easier question for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a constant whining from my sister, Joey, who is going to retake her college exams. As usual, I am there giving her tuition to help her get through the exam papers, at the garden near our house. There are a lot of benches set up along the garden and it is an ideal place to study as the surrounding is quiet and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey can never stop complaining about the difficulties of all the questions that I had set for her. I was already irritated on that day by a certain “bitch” in my senior class, hence, I show little patient towards Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you stop complaining? The question is not difficult at all. Try it before you ask or complain! You are so irritating!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add more to my irritation, at that moment, a group of boys sat on the bench next to the one that Joey and I was. They were chatting and making a lot of noises. Needless to say, from their appearances, they are what we called ‘gangsters’. Normally, when there are any group of such people appeared, Joey and I will either walk away or stay on our seats till they left. But on that day, I did something that I have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now, I am still surprise of what I had done. If I never did that, he and I will never know each other. Maybe that is what we called ‘Fate’ … … Maybe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was mad at Joey about her ‘heck care’ attitude towards her work and I know that she can never concentrated if there are any noises around her. Hence, to me, the group of boys was consider as ‘air pollution’ and ‘noise pollution’. I shot them dirty looks from times to times. Or though they noticed, they did not care of what I did. Still, they continue not to bother about me. Instead, their noise level increases through the minutes passes by. By then, I was not irritated. I was ‘Bursting with ANGER’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at them, I stood up and did something I never thought I will be doing. I shouted at the top of my voice at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“IDIOTS, MOROONS! Can you all go elsewhere to create noise and air pollution? Can’t you see that people are trying to get some peace over here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, from their expression, they were shocked of what I had done. Apart from them, Joey was speechless and her mouth just hung open upon seeing my action. After the shocking action from myself, I am prepared to be beaten up by them. Surprisingly, none of the boys did anything to me immediately. Instead, they moved to the sides and there stood a guy that looked like their ‘boss’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amused of his appearances. He had this yellowish gold hair, long muscular body, good looking face with a nice smile. I am surprise at his smile! I thought for a moment that I am dreaming before Joey kicked me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, are we really air and noise pollution? Let’s see, we are making a lot of noises. Yes, that’s make us noise pollution. But I don’t see the reason that we are air pollution.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned by his nice voice and the way he was talking to me. But instead of answering back normally, I half shouted, half screamed at him as I was very irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are air pollution as you exist in this world. Get it? Or do you need me to rephrase the sentence in order for you to understand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was ready for me as he took no time to reply my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t see the need! I DO understand what you mean. But if I am not wrong, this place is for anyone. Unless you did really sign your name here, or else, I don’t think you have the right to ask us not to do anything that we want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing what he said, I am nearly speechless. But I am pissed off too. I moved towards him but I accidentally tripped by Joey’s leg. I fell backwards but I never hit the ground. He, the ‘boss’ of the idiots caught me in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in his arms, looking straight at him, embarrassed. We looked into each other’s eyes before I spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you please let go of me now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when anyone hears that sentence, they will definitely let the other party goes. But he just continued to hold me in his arms and spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why should I let you go? I got you in my arms. Now, you are MINE. So, I don’t see the reason to let you go. What’s your name, by the way?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SHOCKED by his words. I pulled myself out of his hold, looked straight at him and spoke in a voice as cold as I could make myself sound like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re nuts. No! You are CRAZY! If you need the mental hospital number, don’t hesitate to look up in the phone directory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying those words, I grabbed all the books on the table and walked away as quickly as I could. Joey was after me shouting for me to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nicole! Can you wait for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to murder Joey on the spot when she shouted my name as after she had said so, he, shouted after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, your name is Nicole! See you tomorrow, NICOLE!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not look back or said anything back at him after hearing his words. I continued to journey as quickly as possible back home. And on that very night, I nearly murder Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I woke up, with heavy foots. It was not that I did not like to go back to school. But going back means I had to see that ‘bitch’. I pulled myself together and struggled to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole morning, almost hanging myself, struggling through all the works and projects with my friends. We were all glad when it was time for lunch. At last, we could get out of the cold laboratory to the warm canteen for a nice meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was munching and chatting away happily with my friends when someone shouted my name loudly. I turned my head, so did half of the people in the canteen, to see who the owner of that voice was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted turning my head as the owner of that voice was him, the ‘boss’ of the idiots that were ‘pollution’ at the garden the day before. He ran happily towards me and I really wanted to bury myself in a hole. All my friends were looking at me, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Nicole. I had been combing for you the whole morning. Finally, I’ve found you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. I pulled him onto a chair and spoke to him in a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What in the world are you doing here? And how do you know I am in here? Are you a student in this school? And can you don’t go around shouting my name loudly in public? It’s embarrassing!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, with that melting smile, before looking at my friends and introduced to them who is he instead of answering my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I’m Ryan. I think this girl here totally forgotten her manners. I’m Nicole’s boyfriend. Will you all mind if I take her out with me now? I assure you that she will be back tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before any of my friends could answer, he dragged me away. I was trying to hold back but my strength was nothing compare to his. I looked at my friends who were looking shocked and surprise, and mouthed a silence apology at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me into a car and asked the chauffeur to drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are we going? And who car is this belongs to?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mine. This is my car. He is Jose, my chauffeur. You will see where we are going when we reach the destination.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what had happened on that day in school, Ryan started to appear around me everyday, announcing to everyone we are a couple, without failed. Everyone, including myself, got used to him after a while. No matter what I said or do, he would still appear on the next day smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks went by, and we DID really become a couple. That was really very un-expecting for me as I had never planned for a relationship. But Ryan is a loving, good, patient, funny guy who touches my heart. Another reason is that I can never forget the words he said when we first met. Especially, the part where he said, “YOU ARE MINE!” I would smile to myself whenever I remembered those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Ryan that is frightening is he can never allow another guy to come near his girl. Ryan never used violence against another guy. If he ever saw another guy near, sat, talked to me, he would sit beside me, without saying a word, and gave the guy a murderous look/stare till that guy left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered how Ryan could found out about my timetable. We had never gives each other our contact numbers. (Well, I guess he did check up for mine. But I never had his.) I never tell him where I am going but he will know. I often told him that he is like a guard dog, who knows where I would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan’s brain is incredible. Whenever he saw me struggling with my work, he would take a look at the questions and laugh at me. That, not only piss me off but Joey too as he often laughed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Joey! You are so stupid! This is such an easy question. Why are you struggling with it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you shut it? Stop acting as if you know how to solve it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a common ‘dialogue session’ I always had to hear when Joey and Ryan were both around me. And that was also when I found out that Ryan has an incredible brain that he hated as there were a lot of unknowns forcing him to join those special classes for gifted people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan NEVER gives me any presents before. He had never given me any flowers, petals, or leaves at the very least. I never complained about this as I guess he was not a romantic guy. But this idea vanishes on the day after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a weekend and it was also my birthday. Joey and I had planned to get to the restaurant for a nice meal and for a nice shopping after that. I did not tell Ryan about our plan beforehand as I know that he will appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not failing to what I had expected, he appeared at the entrance of the restaurant that very day when we reached. I looked at him with an unbelieving smile. We entered the restaurant and we were having our dessert when Joey handed me my birthday present. Ryan was surprised by the gift and he questioned me and Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Joey, why are you giving a present to Nicole out of the blue?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey stared at me with a surprise look and I answered Ryan before she could do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ryan, do you have a problem with Joey giving me a present? It’s a free world, right? Anyone can give someone a present when he/she likes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan gave me a mischievous grin before saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re right. Anyone can give someone a present when he/she likes. But you are special. No one can give you any present except me. Don’t forget, you are mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey shot Ryan a dirty look, gave me ‘oh my god’ look before she spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For heaven sake, Ryan, can I give Nicole a present when it is her birthday?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan looked at me surprising and gave me a ‘why didn’t you tell me it’s your birthday’ look. I smiled at him and answered in a chucky way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm… … now that you know, where is my present?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s nothing for you as you failed to inform me that it’s your birthday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so, I just smiled and said nothing. He accompanies Joey and me for the whole shopping trip without complaining about the time we had wasted. I even waste an hour inside a crystal shop looking at an expensive snowflake, which I could not afford. Joey and Ryan even had to drag me out of that shop to continue to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day, when Ryan appeared in front of me, he tossed a well-wrapped gift into my hands. I was surprised and I asked him what the present was for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is your present for your birthday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all he said. I am very happy and I wanted to hug him. But I contained myself by unwrapping the present he had given me. To my biggest surprise, he had given me the crystal snowflake that I could not take my eyes off. Before I knew it, he pulled me into his arms behind my back and asked me gently whether I liked the present. Words failed me; I simply smiled and nodded my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has always been a gentleman towards me. All he does to me is to hug, grab or hold me in his arms. I am very contented with his way of showing his love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good things never last… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a raining day and I was in the mid of the studies for an upcoming paper. Ryan appeared as usual but I felt that something was wrong with him when I saw him. I asked him what was it and all he said was ‘nothing’. He was not as talkative as usual and he kept holding and hugging me in his arms. I felt that there was something wrong; hence, I just sat there lying on him, without words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in that position for hours and finally, both of us had to leave. When we are going to depart, I smiled to him and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See you tomorrow!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not reply to me like he usually would. Instead, he ran to me and held me in his arms again. When we broke apart, he gave me a painful smile before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited the whole day for him to appear the next day but he never did. He never appears in front of me anymore after that day when we last said our “goodbyes”. He looked as if he had vanishes from the world. As for me, I did not try to get in touch with him nor did I search for the reason for his disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks past by, followed by months. I never show signs of missing Ryan but I rejected all the guys that proposed to me to be their girlfriend. Joey said that I am hopeless and her heart was broken because she felt that I am a walking zombie. No matter how many times I told Joey that I am fine, she just simply shakes her head and scolded me ‘Silly’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I had never felt that Ryan had really disappeared. This is for a very good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am alone, out with my friends, at places, I could feel Ryan’s presence. I had a feeling that he was there with me, standing at places I could not see, looking out for me. Once or twice, I can swear that I did really saw him. It was him! He cannot be missed for his unique hairstyle, body and look. But I never ran after or shouted for him. I knew he was there but I did not see the point for me to go after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blues, one night, I had a dream. It was about Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that he left me for a very good reason. He wanted to protect me from his insane ex-girlfriend. She had found out that Ryan is very fond of me and she wanted to harm me. She threatened Ryan to left me or he would be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of my bed, in cold sweat. The dream was so real. I tried to recall the whole dream, parts by parts. I sat on my bed thinking about it. It was too unbelievable to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later after I had dreamed of that dream, I ran into one of Ryan’s friends. He approached me and asked me whether I am doing well. I told him I am alright and he asked me whether I had ever blame Ryan in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious; hence, I pressed him for Ryan’s disappearance. What made me shocked was that the reason that Ryan had disappeared is the same as what I had dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what I could do or say. Ryan did all he can to protect me. He does love me although he never said that before. I did not cry nor did I ask his friend for Ryan’s whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we will meet again one day if we are really meant for each other. I believe that if he does really love me, he will be waiting for me some where. I believe that if he does love me, he can feel how my heart feels for him till this day… …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day… … we will meet again… … One day… … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842472410948197861-3198856550700031469?l=mintyflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/feeds/3198856550700031469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/3198856550700031469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/3198856550700031469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaaaaaa.html' title='One Day... We Will Meet Again...'/><author><name>MintyFlake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893008664623261993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzyXAxtW48/SencUPLREiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QoNrUdHI7tY/S220/th_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842472410948197861.post-6781330267301590285</id><published>2009-04-18T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:00:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer: All Original Characters Belong to the Creator(s) of the Manga: GetBackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Juubei!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, why are you here?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m bored, to death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei smiled as Kazuki had pouted when asking his question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, hang in there for awhile. I will be off duty in about half and hour.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… Okay… “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki almost pulled Juubei out when he was officially ‘off-duty’. Kazuki and Juubei went to the supermarket to get some food and drinks before taking a stroll to the park to set up a nice picnic to enjoy throughout the nice evening.&lt;br /&gt;Juubei could not help but noticed that Kazuki was smiling all the way after he was ‘off-duty’ and decided they would spend the rest of the time for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, you really are bored, aren’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. I cannot believe today turns out to be so dull till now. Thanks, Juubei.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No problem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Juubei, can I ask you some questions.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei was amused by Kazuki’s sudden suggestion; however, he agreed in order to see what Kazuki was planning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You must answer either yes or no. And all your answers must be nothing but the truth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… Okay…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Juubei, have ever fallen in love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei looked straight at Kazuki and frowned before answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Kazuki was only planning to do something to keep both of them entertained thus he simply asked the first thing that popped up in his mind. Hence, the answer Juubei gave really took him by surprise. Grinning to himself, Kazuki decided he must know who that girl was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you in love now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei replied with a smirk on his face which made Kazuki even more determined to find out who is that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is she pretty?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. Kazuki, are you playing twenty questions with me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Think of it, yes. So, is she someone you are familiar with?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was delighted to hear that answer. The girls Juubei knew were not many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is she short?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tall?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Blonde hair?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Black hair?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Brown?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was puzzled. The only girl he remembered with brown hair was Juubei’s sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Big eyes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is she feminine?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Juubei, that’s neither a yes nor no. Answer truthfully.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… Well… if you insist, Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was really lost in sea. All the answers were pointing towards Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is she kind?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is her eyes black?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… Brown?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki could not believe himself. Juubei is in love with his own sister, isn’t he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Does she have a good figure?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… Is she living in limited fortress?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was shocked. If Juubei’s replied was a yes, his guess would be Sakura. However, it looked like things had taken a new turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Does she use a weapon?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was getting suspicious. All the answers seems to point to someone he is very familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is she someone I know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was really thinking hard. Someone he knows who is tall with brown hair and eyes. Uses a weapon and is feminine with a kind heart…. …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute!!! Kazuki was panicking. The person does sound awfully familiar when he fixed all the pieces together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you know this girl since young?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki could feel his heart beating madly. He had only one question left to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is she a he?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki almost jumped off the bench they were sitting on and Juubei was grinning madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, are you ready to guess?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… alright… the answer is … me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was holding his breathe and preparing for the worst. If he had guessed wrongly, he will jump into the lake across the bench he was sitting immediately in order to prevent himself from dying of embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, I’m sorry. Your guess is incorrect.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki’s face fell and he dashed out of the seat and was about to run towards the lake when Juubei gripped hold of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, you are getting a little too impatient. Listen to me first.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki’s face was turning as ripe as a tomato. He was angry with himself and was too embarrassed to face Juubei. However, before he could protest, Juubei turned him around to face him directly. He swore that if he was not that embarrassed, he would have punch Juubei at the moment as the latter was smirking evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Juubei?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, the answer is not ‘me’. The answer is ‘Fuuchouin Kazuki’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki could only stare at Juubei, speechlessly. He was wondering whether the latter had really mentioned that the answer was his name. Before he realized what happened, Juubei was holding him into his arms and kissing him passionately and possessively on the lips. Kazuki was about to returned the kiss when something important strikes him. He mastered all the force he could and pushed Juubei slightly away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juubei was taken by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kazuki, what is this about?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Juubei, you mentioned that the girl… or boy you in love with is not pretty… Are you saying I’m not… pretty?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh… that… Kazuki, you are not pretty. You are beautiful. Now, since everything is clear, can we continue what you stopped?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuki was blushing madly when heard Juubei’s reply. He gave Juubei a small smile before leaning forward and placed a kiss on Juubei’s lips which Juubei responded back immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842472410948197861-6781330267301590285?l=mintyflake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4111125/1/Twenty_Questions' title='Twenty Questions'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/feeds/6781330267301590285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2009/04/lala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/6781330267301590285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842472410948197861/posts/default/6781330267301590285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintyflake.blogspot.com/2009/04/lala.html' title='Twenty Questions'/><author><name>MintyFlake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893008664623261993</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gIzyXAxtW48/SencUPLREiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QoNrUdHI7tY/S220/th_friends.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
