[Broken Halves]
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jewelledhoursTitle : Broken Halves
Chapter : One - Before it Begins
Pairings : Ryo/Shige
Author :![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating : G
Words : 2,163
Summary : The story of a could be love between two men.
A/N : My first multi-chapter story and it's also my first set in an AU environment. I'd like to dedicate this fic to the other two wonderful writers I share this fic comm with :] Also, thanks to all those who have had to bear with my nervous whining throughout the writing of this first chapter!
Before it Begins
He had been a traveling salesman. The kind that went door to door peddling knickknacks out of his trusty battered suitcase and trekked cross country in an old car that required more pushing and shoving than steering.
The first time I came across him he was trying to sell me an oval pocket watch that most certainly had a loose dial and was running two minutes too slow. But I bought it anyway, along with three other items he had brought along to show. Those that have met him before will understand why, but for those who haven't they'll find it difficult to see, for Kato-kun is a seller. He's always selling and it's rather easy to be deceived.
I've lived next door to Ryo-chan for most of my twenty-two years but we're not friends, just neighbors who exchange typical pleasantries and pass along the occasional mis-delivered mail. And while there's barely more than fifty words exchanged between us in a good year, there are things I know about him that people in our tiny town don't bother learning. I had been sitting on the steps of my front porch when he had his first kiss with the fisherman's daughter, was mending the fence when he got his teeth knocked out by the sole gang in town and I was there that night when his mother had left, suitcases and money in tow.
I was also there when Ryo-chan met Kato-kun for the first time and when they had met for the last time. And both times there had been distrust, angry words and hate. It's to be expected when personalities that contrast as much as theirs do come in sudden contact with one another. Ryo-chan with his unharnessed rage that had been accumulating and concealed since his troublesome youth and Kato-kun with his stubborn patience and sheer will to succeed.
That's not to say their personalities were so conflicted that they couldn't get along. They were like two ends of the same color spectrum, both strong and vivid in their own rights. But like all halves, there was always the expectation that they could be something more if combined together. I suppose that's what captivated me in the first place. Sometimes I thought if I was around long enough, I'd be able to pinpoint the exact moment it occurred and be able to see something like that at the time of creation.
It's been a few years since I've last seen Ryo-chan or Kato-kun but they're always on my mind. I think about Ryo-chan and the way he used to clench his jaw tightly and bite on his bottom lip when annoyed. I wonder if his left foot still drags when he tries to speed up and if the scar still pulses red when he exerts too much force. Sometimes I think about Kato-kun in his smartly pressed black suit knocking politely on the doors and I wish I could tell him that the cologne he wears seems to attract dogs.
But mostly I wonder if Ryo-chan had managed to tell Kato-kun the truth. That's the problem with Ryo-chan, he's always expecting others to understand him even when he doesn't say much of anything at all.
Ryo-chan is four years older than me. And from since I can remember, he's always been living in the pale grey house next to my rather colorful blue one. The first time I had seen him he was walking his dog, George, a small Yorkshire Terrier that his mom had bought for his older sister as a graduation present. George was barking something awful and my mother, curious and mostly nosy, had poked her head out the porch screen and asked in her annoyingly simulated voice what was going on.
Ryo-chan, then nine, had bowed respectfully and apologized with some random and obviously fabricated excuse. I don't remember much, the words he said didn't register then and now they're just a faint blur. It was what my mother had said after he was safely out of hearing distance and had turned the corner that stayed in my mind after such a long time. "Poor boy, sister's dead and he's stuck with a lame father and a crazy pup."
He's had to live with that epithet everyday of his life, always seen by his neighbors as the pitiful boy who had lost his sister and been burdened with a crippled father in the same night. Then a few years later, the neighbors would add deserted by his mother to that list and a few short months after that, disabled father was altered to deceased father.
It was a morbid sort of fascination but I used to like putting myself in his shoes and wonder how it would have been to grow up like that, thrust into situations that called for maturity I did not yet possess. And each time I would envision myself leaving this town and going away, anywhere as long as no one knew who I was. Ryo-chan exceeded my expectations, he stayed here longer than I would have, than I think anyone would have.
Everyone, including my mother, marvels at Ryo-chan and how it is that he didn't grow up to be feeble-mnded like his father or flighty like his mother. He's responsible and sturdy, always on top of the list for any town council activities. He's volunteered for the fire brigade and is a part of the local neighborhood watch program. Ryo-chan managed to become the epitome of a respectable young man, which I never doubted he'd be, but it bothers me for him to have to be that way. Always striving for perfection and straying from even the possibility of failure.
It would be impossible for me to say that I know Kato-kun nearly as well as I do Ryo-chan because admittedly I've only had a few handful of meetings with Kato-kun. But Kato-kun's character is somehow easier to grasp and develop a sense for. Because unlike Ryo-chan, Kato-kun likes chatter and he's open, always willing to talk and share. Sometimes though, it's hard to tell when he's being Kato-kun the tradesman and when he's being just Kato-kun.
He's been coming around our town now for the past six years, this year being the exception. He'll be turning twenty-five this month on the sixteenth and I hope he's found what he's been searching all along for.
Kato-kun, besides being an excellent salesman, is also adept at fixing things. He told me he likes to think of himself as an amateur carpenter, but I'm sure he's more than that. Kato-kun is like a general handy-man but even better, someone who has the ability to take something slightly broken and mostly unwanted and somehow make it covetable.
It's a part of his charm. Because if there's one word I'd use to describe him, it would be charming. I'm not sure if it's right to say that anyone is destined to be a salesman, much less a traveling one, but Kato-kun was made to be who he is. He has a way with words, eloquent and smooth but familiar all the same. And whereas Ryo-chan is seemingly perfect, Kato-kun possesses an uncanny knack for failing rather spectacularly and in the most untimely fashion. I used to suspect it was done on purpose, a nifty trick to make us feel at ease with him, so a sense of camaraderie could develop easily but I soon recognized that that was not the case.
Kato-kun is smart, knows his math and sciences but in regard to his common sense, he's not quite as capable. Kato-kun has a habit of not properly lacing his leather shoes and when he leaves them in the genkan before entering a home, he'll inevitably return to find them laced together or hidden behind another pair of sneakers. I get the feeling that Kato-kun is aware that the boys and mothers find humor in him and his little snafus but he doesn't mind. Because that's the kind of person that he is, mostly amazing but just a little bit silly.
He's got this really fantastic voice that my father likes to describe as "made for radio". It's on the lower side of the vocal scale and been likened to melting butter on warm hot toast, an opinion courtesy of my ex-girlfriend. I personally don't understand how someone's voice can be compared to food, especially something like melting butter, and why it would be considered a compliment. To me, Kato-kun has the kind of voice that one could listen to for hours on end, regardless of what he's saying, and never get tired of. When he talks it's pleasing, always falling just shy of sounding like he's singing a song. Not the kind of blasting that goes with power ballads but the soft humming of a familiar song that one sings day in and out.
Kato-kun's someone that I pity and Ryo-chan is someone I hold a lot of respect for. It surprised my mother the first time I voiced that opinion out loud. She loves Ryo-chan, and like all the mothers in town, thinks fondly of him as everyone's resident son. And while he's become a great sort of person, there's always that fear that lingers in everyone's mind that he'd change overnight and finally become who they figured him to be. It's frustrating to know that they had been waiting for it to happen, and that's precisely why I admire Ryo-chan. Not because of all the messy trials he's had to fight through but because he's constantly defying expectations.
Kato-kun is widely loved by the community as well. He's sort of like the flavor of the month, except he's never around long enough to be substituted for. I think that's why he is the traveling type of salesman and not the kind that holds a regular nine to five job at an office complex. He enjoys the attention he attracts and in a way he lives for it. It's why I say he's a great salesman. People are intrigued by him and his products and when people are interested in something, it's not hard to convince them they want it. I had thought Kato-kun chose this profession because it paid well enough and provided him with liberties not offered to those with a desk job. It's what he told me anyway, but I'm sure now that it's not the entire truth.
He is, like Ryo-chan, lacking of a family. Kato-kun used to carry around a picture in his wallet, and sometimes when he was accepting payment for an item sold, I'd be able to catch glimpses of it. They were only a few seconds worth each time but over the course of his visits they added up. I counted six people in the picture, Kato-kun included, with two adult figures that seemed to be his grandfather and mother and three younger faces that I assumed to be his siblings.
Curiosity got the better of me once and against all proper etiquette and rules, I had asked Kato-kun for permission to see the photo and he had been sufficiently surprised by the request that for the first time I had heard him stutter to get a sentence out. I promptly apologized at that point, realizing that I had caught him off guard and somehow managed to put someone as comfortable as him, at unease. The next time my mother purchased her usual fare of vases, the picture had been replaced by one of the beach. The standard kind available for buying at convenience stores everywhere.
And that's why I pity him. Every facet of Kato-kun's personality seems to be approachable, friendly as if he lived right next door but also different enough to captivate us. Though I get the sense that most of what he tells us is fabricated, mostly lies mixed in with the tiniest shred of truth. Childhood anecdotes about growing up by the sea and spending his summer with his father, barbecuing outdoors and flying kites. I pity Kato-kun and his need to feed us lies because I'm sure it's not simply because he has to sell himself along with his products but because he finds his real self lacking and incomplete.
This is why Ryo-chan and Kato-kun, two well regarded and basically good men didn't get along with one another. Ryo-chan, with all the details of his life laid out for public view and speculation, was used to faking the smiles and pretending he couldn't hear the whispers. Kato-kun had come into town that day, like any of his many visits before and had changed his own decidedly set future by once again presenting himself, fiction and all to Ryo-chan. And Ryo-chan is good at spotting lies and I can tell you now that he probably noticed what we all missed at first, that Kato-kun was selling and like his goods, was more than a little defective and broken himself.
Chapter : One - Before it Begins
Pairings : Ryo/Shige
Author :
binmusic Rating : G
Words : 2,163
Summary : The story of a could be love between two men.
A/N : My first multi-chapter story and it's also my first set in an AU environment. I'd like to dedicate this fic to the other two wonderful writers I share this fic comm with :] Also, thanks to all those who have had to bear with my nervous whining throughout the writing of this first chapter!
Before it Begins
He had been a traveling salesman. The kind that went door to door peddling knickknacks out of his trusty battered suitcase and trekked cross country in an old car that required more pushing and shoving than steering.
The first time I came across him he was trying to sell me an oval pocket watch that most certainly had a loose dial and was running two minutes too slow. But I bought it anyway, along with three other items he had brought along to show. Those that have met him before will understand why, but for those who haven't they'll find it difficult to see, for Kato-kun is a seller. He's always selling and it's rather easy to be deceived.
I've lived next door to Ryo-chan for most of my twenty-two years but we're not friends, just neighbors who exchange typical pleasantries and pass along the occasional mis-delivered mail. And while there's barely more than fifty words exchanged between us in a good year, there are things I know about him that people in our tiny town don't bother learning. I had been sitting on the steps of my front porch when he had his first kiss with the fisherman's daughter, was mending the fence when he got his teeth knocked out by the sole gang in town and I was there that night when his mother had left, suitcases and money in tow.
I was also there when Ryo-chan met Kato-kun for the first time and when they had met for the last time. And both times there had been distrust, angry words and hate. It's to be expected when personalities that contrast as much as theirs do come in sudden contact with one another. Ryo-chan with his unharnessed rage that had been accumulating and concealed since his troublesome youth and Kato-kun with his stubborn patience and sheer will to succeed.
That's not to say their personalities were so conflicted that they couldn't get along. They were like two ends of the same color spectrum, both strong and vivid in their own rights. But like all halves, there was always the expectation that they could be something more if combined together. I suppose that's what captivated me in the first place. Sometimes I thought if I was around long enough, I'd be able to pinpoint the exact moment it occurred and be able to see something like that at the time of creation.
It's been a few years since I've last seen Ryo-chan or Kato-kun but they're always on my mind. I think about Ryo-chan and the way he used to clench his jaw tightly and bite on his bottom lip when annoyed. I wonder if his left foot still drags when he tries to speed up and if the scar still pulses red when he exerts too much force. Sometimes I think about Kato-kun in his smartly pressed black suit knocking politely on the doors and I wish I could tell him that the cologne he wears seems to attract dogs.
But mostly I wonder if Ryo-chan had managed to tell Kato-kun the truth. That's the problem with Ryo-chan, he's always expecting others to understand him even when he doesn't say much of anything at all.
Ryo-chan is four years older than me. And from since I can remember, he's always been living in the pale grey house next to my rather colorful blue one. The first time I had seen him he was walking his dog, George, a small Yorkshire Terrier that his mom had bought for his older sister as a graduation present. George was barking something awful and my mother, curious and mostly nosy, had poked her head out the porch screen and asked in her annoyingly simulated voice what was going on.
Ryo-chan, then nine, had bowed respectfully and apologized with some random and obviously fabricated excuse. I don't remember much, the words he said didn't register then and now they're just a faint blur. It was what my mother had said after he was safely out of hearing distance and had turned the corner that stayed in my mind after such a long time. "Poor boy, sister's dead and he's stuck with a lame father and a crazy pup."
He's had to live with that epithet everyday of his life, always seen by his neighbors as the pitiful boy who had lost his sister and been burdened with a crippled father in the same night. Then a few years later, the neighbors would add deserted by his mother to that list and a few short months after that, disabled father was altered to deceased father.
It was a morbid sort of fascination but I used to like putting myself in his shoes and wonder how it would have been to grow up like that, thrust into situations that called for maturity I did not yet possess. And each time I would envision myself leaving this town and going away, anywhere as long as no one knew who I was. Ryo-chan exceeded my expectations, he stayed here longer than I would have, than I think anyone would have.
Everyone, including my mother, marvels at Ryo-chan and how it is that he didn't grow up to be feeble-mnded like his father or flighty like his mother. He's responsible and sturdy, always on top of the list for any town council activities. He's volunteered for the fire brigade and is a part of the local neighborhood watch program. Ryo-chan managed to become the epitome of a respectable young man, which I never doubted he'd be, but it bothers me for him to have to be that way. Always striving for perfection and straying from even the possibility of failure.
It would be impossible for me to say that I know Kato-kun nearly as well as I do Ryo-chan because admittedly I've only had a few handful of meetings with Kato-kun. But Kato-kun's character is somehow easier to grasp and develop a sense for. Because unlike Ryo-chan, Kato-kun likes chatter and he's open, always willing to talk and share. Sometimes though, it's hard to tell when he's being Kato-kun the tradesman and when he's being just Kato-kun.
He's been coming around our town now for the past six years, this year being the exception. He'll be turning twenty-five this month on the sixteenth and I hope he's found what he's been searching all along for.
Kato-kun, besides being an excellent salesman, is also adept at fixing things. He told me he likes to think of himself as an amateur carpenter, but I'm sure he's more than that. Kato-kun is like a general handy-man but even better, someone who has the ability to take something slightly broken and mostly unwanted and somehow make it covetable.
It's a part of his charm. Because if there's one word I'd use to describe him, it would be charming. I'm not sure if it's right to say that anyone is destined to be a salesman, much less a traveling one, but Kato-kun was made to be who he is. He has a way with words, eloquent and smooth but familiar all the same. And whereas Ryo-chan is seemingly perfect, Kato-kun possesses an uncanny knack for failing rather spectacularly and in the most untimely fashion. I used to suspect it was done on purpose, a nifty trick to make us feel at ease with him, so a sense of camaraderie could develop easily but I soon recognized that that was not the case.
Kato-kun is smart, knows his math and sciences but in regard to his common sense, he's not quite as capable. Kato-kun has a habit of not properly lacing his leather shoes and when he leaves them in the genkan before entering a home, he'll inevitably return to find them laced together or hidden behind another pair of sneakers. I get the feeling that Kato-kun is aware that the boys and mothers find humor in him and his little snafus but he doesn't mind. Because that's the kind of person that he is, mostly amazing but just a little bit silly.
He's got this really fantastic voice that my father likes to describe as "made for radio". It's on the lower side of the vocal scale and been likened to melting butter on warm hot toast, an opinion courtesy of my ex-girlfriend. I personally don't understand how someone's voice can be compared to food, especially something like melting butter, and why it would be considered a compliment. To me, Kato-kun has the kind of voice that one could listen to for hours on end, regardless of what he's saying, and never get tired of. When he talks it's pleasing, always falling just shy of sounding like he's singing a song. Not the kind of blasting that goes with power ballads but the soft humming of a familiar song that one sings day in and out.
Kato-kun's someone that I pity and Ryo-chan is someone I hold a lot of respect for. It surprised my mother the first time I voiced that opinion out loud. She loves Ryo-chan, and like all the mothers in town, thinks fondly of him as everyone's resident son. And while he's become a great sort of person, there's always that fear that lingers in everyone's mind that he'd change overnight and finally become who they figured him to be. It's frustrating to know that they had been waiting for it to happen, and that's precisely why I admire Ryo-chan. Not because of all the messy trials he's had to fight through but because he's constantly defying expectations.
Kato-kun is widely loved by the community as well. He's sort of like the flavor of the month, except he's never around long enough to be substituted for. I think that's why he is the traveling type of salesman and not the kind that holds a regular nine to five job at an office complex. He enjoys the attention he attracts and in a way he lives for it. It's why I say he's a great salesman. People are intrigued by him and his products and when people are interested in something, it's not hard to convince them they want it. I had thought Kato-kun chose this profession because it paid well enough and provided him with liberties not offered to those with a desk job. It's what he told me anyway, but I'm sure now that it's not the entire truth.
He is, like Ryo-chan, lacking of a family. Kato-kun used to carry around a picture in his wallet, and sometimes when he was accepting payment for an item sold, I'd be able to catch glimpses of it. They were only a few seconds worth each time but over the course of his visits they added up. I counted six people in the picture, Kato-kun included, with two adult figures that seemed to be his grandfather and mother and three younger faces that I assumed to be his siblings.
Curiosity got the better of me once and against all proper etiquette and rules, I had asked Kato-kun for permission to see the photo and he had been sufficiently surprised by the request that for the first time I had heard him stutter to get a sentence out. I promptly apologized at that point, realizing that I had caught him off guard and somehow managed to put someone as comfortable as him, at unease. The next time my mother purchased her usual fare of vases, the picture had been replaced by one of the beach. The standard kind available for buying at convenience stores everywhere.
And that's why I pity him. Every facet of Kato-kun's personality seems to be approachable, friendly as if he lived right next door but also different enough to captivate us. Though I get the sense that most of what he tells us is fabricated, mostly lies mixed in with the tiniest shred of truth. Childhood anecdotes about growing up by the sea and spending his summer with his father, barbecuing outdoors and flying kites. I pity Kato-kun and his need to feed us lies because I'm sure it's not simply because he has to sell himself along with his products but because he finds his real self lacking and incomplete.
This is why Ryo-chan and Kato-kun, two well regarded and basically good men didn't get along with one another. Ryo-chan, with all the details of his life laid out for public view and speculation, was used to faking the smiles and pretending he couldn't hear the whispers. Kato-kun had come into town that day, like any of his many visits before and had changed his own decidedly set future by once again presenting himself, fiction and all to Ryo-chan. And Ryo-chan is good at spotting lies and I can tell you now that he probably noticed what we all missed at first, that Kato-kun was selling and like his goods, was more than a little defective and broken himself.
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Date: 2008-12-30 04:40 am (UTC)You know that I am love with your descriptions. I've told you this like fourteen times today but I meant it each and every time. I think my favorite is still the way you describe Shige's voice, but I love all the little details that give us insight into your AU.
And like I've also said one too many times, you have me curious! I want to know what happens next, want to know how they meet the first and last time. I want to see through your narrator's eyes what he does. I want more, and I want more now. So get cracking XD
I KNOW WHO YOUR NARRATOR IS CLEARLY MY GUESSES ARE GOLDEN BWAHAHAHA~Lawsons
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Date: 2008-12-31 06:16 am (UTC)Was it really fourteen times? Dear god, did I bother you that excessively?! I apologize for that Triv, immensely. Haha, I remember your reaction to Shige's voice :DD It was lovely!
Curiosity! Haha it's a very human reaction that I'm preying on. You're so demanding! I think you and Gem are total slave drivers, her more so than you, but SLAVE DRIVERS ALL OF YOU!!
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Date: 2008-12-30 04:40 am (UTC)Lib, are you serious? This is amazing! I am already intrigued and i want to find out more!!
I love how you have put it in the perspective of another person. It brings a whole new dimension to the story because it's not objective, but gives a more real, rounded view of what is happening. I love how you define Ryo and Shige, and how they contrast, but at the end of the day are so similar. I love how you describe Ryo's past (and in Shige's case, ALMOST describe his past), and how broken they were. Lovely.
I am also intrigued by the fact that Shige isn't coming back to the town this year, and it makes me wonder what exactly happened between Ryo and Shige. I wonder who is the person who is telling us everything.
Thanks Lib, its quirky and wonderful! :D
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Date: 2008-12-31 06:13 am (UTC)Oh, I thought that writing in this POV would be objective actually. Because I mean, all you learn and know is how "I" views Ryo and Shige. I'm not presenting you with the entire picture, I'm just presenting you the view of someone else who was there when certain things happened. LOL interesting view on their past. You'll learn more later.
Well in order to find that out, you'd have to keep reading no? xD
Quirky and wonderful, so you have said :] Thanks for commenting Pree.
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Date: 2008-12-30 04:51 am (UTC)Okay aside from the complete lack of dialogue....how did you do that!?....I really, really like what you've presented of this universe. I wasn't too sure when you told me about it, but now I can see how it can work out and gosh I'm excited <3 You've already drawn Ryo and Shige so vividly and intriguingly, and given us a little hint of how the story might turn out, through the POV of an unknown person. And I love how you wrote about Shige's fail and the stories he would tell that might or might not have been fabricated. Also how Ryo managed to overcome his youth and become an exemplary member of the community, yet something in him bubbled and burst when Shige came on the scene.
It's lovely. I want to read more you have no idea how much. What you have in store for us :D So you must, must continue and I'll be waiting here with a part of my heart to give you <3
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Date: 2008-12-31 06:21 am (UTC)LOL How did I know the first thing you'd pick up on would be the lack of dialogue?! I promise to include some in the second chapter. And seriously, SHNLSHN, cos you know I hate writing it. I rather suck at it. And it's easy to write without it, cos my narrator is cool and refuses to remember dialogue :DD And dude, next time you need to tell me straight away if my ideas are sketchy!! I think I might have placed too much emphasis on Shige being a traveling salesman when I told you my idea? Or I don't know, what wasn't good?
Hints! I've been dropping them everywhere haven't I? And actually, I included Shige's fail cos you mentioned you liked that bit about his cologne xD So I decided why not make him fail just a bit, not too much and even when he does fail, he's smart about it and you can't tell if it's on purpose or not lol. Ryo <3, that's all I've got to say. Like I'd give him a bad character, psh.
I have an idea I think, slave driver! I will post just cos I'm desperate for a part of your heart! ♥
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Date: 2008-12-30 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 04:05 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-12-30 06:41 am (UTC){goes to read}
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Date: 2008-12-30 07:00 am (UTC)Uhm what to say...
So like the other people here, I think your ability to describe and paint pictures with words is like absolutely amazing. {huggles you to death} Initially I felt like Ryo and Shige's character could switch (because...well...Shige always gets the "broken" character) but then I kept reading and was definitely in love with who you picked to portray each role. Ryo fits the whole "I look like a delinquent but I'm actually 101% good" role and Shige is the epitome of "I may seem fine, but I'm so damn insecure inside". So yes, PERFECT. :D And your mysterious narrator just heightens the tension and makes this an interesting read. I've made a few guesses on who the narrator is. We'll just have to see if I'm right.
Did I mention to you that I was on a Nishikato fic hunt when I came across this. I don't know whether or not I'm kind of left hanging because we haven't seen their first and last interaction or the fact that I adore you because you came to my rescue with fic. Either way, I think you deserve my soul and heart. I gave parts of it to Gem and Triv and other authors, but I'd like to think I can offer you a big chunk anyway. :P
&hearts
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Date: 2008-12-30 07:15 am (UTC)looking forward to this..
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Date: 2008-12-31 04:11 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting :]
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Date: 2008-12-30 10:01 am (UTC)i havent read your fics before... theyre goood ^^
gan batte !
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Date: 2008-12-31 04:12 am (UTC)I haven't written too many fics before, what I have is linked on my index. I'll try my best!
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Date: 2008-12-30 01:17 pm (UTC)I should really stop writing.. There's way I could ever write something so mindblowing, so breathtaking like you.. I'm envious, jealous.. you name it I feel it ;)
I've always liked reading but I always had a slight dislike for long descriptions in which technically nothing happens.. Like Tolkien who can talk hours about how Helm's Klamm looks like and stuff.. When it comes to you and this.. I think I could have continued reading for forever xD
I'm spamming talking stupid stuff.. To make a long story short (since I'm actually no one to critisize.. not that I had anything bad to say):
Please update soon, I'm curious :D
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Date: 2008-12-31 06:00 am (UTC)Once again, thanks for all the praises, but honestly, I'm not that good. I don't think I'm bad at all, I feel like I can write pretty decent fic but at the same time, I hold no illusions as to how decently good I am. I'm not the da Vinci of words, that title belongs to someone of the literary world, I'm just a normal writer. So don't be jealous, I'm a regular person too :]
Thanks for the comment and I hope you stay with this multi-chap :]
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Date: 2008-12-30 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 05:45 am (UTC)Thanks for reading :]
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Date: 2008-12-30 04:14 pm (UTC)Hae says he loves you and your awesome writing!
Date: 2008-12-30 04:27 pm (UTC)That, and I've already told you how much I love it when you snippeted it for me~ ♥Re: Hae says he loves you and your awesome writing!
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Date: 2008-12-30 04:15 pm (UTC)looking forward to the next chapter.
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Date: 2008-12-31 04:28 am (UTC)Thank you for commenting!!
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Date: 2008-12-30 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 04:30 am (UTC)Thank you for saying that you liked the characterizations! I've been trying to improve on how I write Ryo and Shige, and I really wanted to stay away from classic stereotypes for the two. I hope to write more soon too xD Thanks again for reading and commenting :]
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Date: 2008-12-30 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 04:32 am (UTC)Yay! Someone else liked the characterizations :DD That makes me happy lol. Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2008-12-31 04:35 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2008-12-31 03:32 am (UTC)♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2008-12-31 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-31 05:42 am (UTC)I will try my best to write more :DD Thank you for the comment!
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Date: 2009-01-03 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 11:44 am (UTC)i love ur way with words - the way u contrast their personalities and describe their motivations. i really like how u go into the details - all the elaboration paints a more vivid picture of how ryo and shige are like in this story :)
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Date: 2009-01-30 06:34 am (UTC)I actually wrote this chapter without any idea of plot in my head at all, I just really lucked out! Thanks for commenting and reading !! ♥♥
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Date: 2009-05-31 06:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-06 06:01 pm (UTC)Thanks for your lovely comment!
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