dracks @ 2006-08-12T21:22:00

2006-08-12T13:37:22Z

I SAW THE DBOYS AD in POTATO. or was it duet. i forgot. well. one of them had yamapi on the cover. but then again. alot have yamapi on the cover. im rambling. lol. but they had full page interviews of shirotan and endo and yanagi in it. I SAW E and Y and i was like I HOPE THEY HAVE ONE OF SHIROTAN but then the next few pages didnt have any so i was starting to feel disappointed then i flipped the page and TADAH. SHIROTAN! lol. OHOH. haha. i was so excited cause inSingapore it's hard to find d-boys. most of the jap shops are JEnt only. lol.

OH. AND I HAVE A NEW FETISH. PRINCESS PRINCESS D. with kenken(my new fav actor!) and adachi and one more person i forgot who. oh yea saitoh. if anyone can tell me where to find subbed vers of the movie (if recommendation is youtuve, exact link please, cause i couldn't find any XD) and stuff, i'd be really grateful.
oh. and if anyone knows where to get download tenimyu songs only, please tell me too. i really wanna get you got game and stuffs. XD

lol.anyway, since there's a new cast beginning. i figured, why not make a list out of my fave tenimyu members?

soooo...

fav tezuka: takiEiji vs Shirotan
i'd pick shirotan. cause taki eiji i feel had less buchou control over the members as shirotan had. (: however, takieiji was a very cool buchou!

fav oishi: tuti vs zukki
i can't quite decide on this one. tuti was more lively, more gungho and zhukki was like, quieter, but this is the one im really really undecided upon.

fav momochan-senpai!: MoriEiji vs Kaji
i dunno. at first, the very first time after i saw their perfs, i figured, kaji was a better momo. cause kaji looked young, he had that mischievious momo look abt him whilst MoriEiji, i thought, looked kinda mature to be playing momo. i mean, kaji looks like a little grown up kid, while MoriEiji seems a bit, old-ish. however, after reqatchign dl1, i have to say, MoriEiji had the energy. which is a plus point, if kaji didn't wasn't so playful. i guess, i'll have to go with kaji. XD

fav kaidoh: naoya vs kuji
HURM. HURMMM. i really love love naoya. he's so cute. and hilarious. he's got that gooofy look abt him. and he's really playful. and omajdgdkjghskljd i can't describe how much i adore him. LOL. kuji was a really good mamushi as well. however, however lol, i don't think he was as kaidoh-ey as naoya. altho i love kuji to bits as well, i must admit, partially due to biasedness, i think naoya was the best kaidoh. <3

EDIT! watching dl1. i have to say. the naoya/MoriEiji chemistry is so much better than than the kaji/kuji chemistry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-sNQVDNFHk

fav fuji: kimeru vs aiba
LOL. no doubt. aiba. i mean. kimeru is really good vocally and all. however, aiba has that quiet peaceful yet evil aura about him. and he's the type which you'd imagine closing his eyes and wandering around. when i imagine kimeru doing that, i imagine him banging into a lamppost. XD and aiba's OMSEXYHIPS. lol. fuji's the secy yet mysterious kinda person. i think aiba portrayed him best.

fav taka: abe vs kotani
i think abe had the best taka spirit. LOL. but kotani is such a pretty boy. i <3 kotani. lol. but i guess, abe.

fav eiji: i know there's been alot. but i'll jsut use nagayan vs adachi
i think adachi can sing, better than nagayan, no doubt. but. nagayan has a cuter smile. that's more eiji like. LOL. adachi is so skinny and lanky. i dunno. I JUST LIKE NAGAYAN.

fav inui: sota vs araki
sota. LOL. cause sota has the playful yet evil look. araki looks way too friendly. I DUNNo. this pair is just as difficult to decide between as the oishi pair. gyaa!

fav ryoma: endou vs yanagi
i shall not comment on this. lol. i don't fangirl either of them enough to want to find out more.

i jsut realised, even though i liek the second cast overall, i really like more ppl in the first cast. is that weird?

minna-san, im basing this on
1) all the backstages and other shows of them i've watched
2) the 90 pot eps i finished in abt 3 days. (lol. can someone tell me where to get eps 161 - 1something i forgot) oh and 151 too i think. yea. hahah i wanna finish up those. i think i have abt ten more which were not uploaded onto youtube. plus the ova. I WANNA WATCH THE OVA!
3) my own personal fangirlism. lol.

so. please don't flame me. XD

supsup!

2006-08-06T12:44:14Z

Erm.. hi? hahah. i'm kinda new to this community so, i just wanted to say hi (:

oh. i come bearing gifts (: or rather a fic. i'm not sure how ya'll will react to my lousy writing and whether or not ya'll will aprecciate your brains cells being friend by the utter horrible-ness that is my writing, but this is the first ever fic that i'm posting in public to let people see, so, go easy on me yea?

if it sucks. please feel free to tell me(: i'll try to make sure my next fic doesn't suck so bad. (:
Author: dracks</span>
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters/Pairings: Atobe x Momoshiro
Rating: PG-13 (sexual innundations, i'm not sure they're bad enough for this rating. but. <3)
Disclaimer: If'd i owned PoT i'd sell the whole series and buy Shirota and Aiba and... you know what comes next (:
Warnings: i think they're all a bit OOC. but love anyway. Momo's still the hungry boy, and Atobe's still the rich arrogant brat. i would have used others, but i couldn't think of anyone as hungry as Momo nor as posh as Atobe (:
A/N : i'm not sure if i'm allowed to post here if there's no request/competiiton or anything. If i'm not, please delete this or tell me too. i'm sorry ( i'm pretty noobie to LJ)

This is dedicated to caelestin because she was the first ever, and probably the last ever, person to dedicate a fic to me. LOVE!

Momoshiro, not bothering to look down at the steaming dish before him, cast a beseeching glance at the silent Atobe, who returned the gaze with equal fervor.

“Atobe! I’ve had it! This is the fifteenth appetizer we’ve had already. When is the main course supposed to arrive?” Momoshiro whined petulantly, clearly forgetting what little patience Atobe had with whining.

At his exclamation, Atobe raised a single stoic eyebrow , to the point that he couldn’t raise it anymore. Clearly intimidated by the eyebrow in question, Momoshiro hastened to amend his question. “ I mean, I want to get full, ya know?”

Atobe’s eyebrow twitched in a heroic attempt to go higher, and succeeded by raising his eyebrow by less than a quarter of a millimeter. Atobe smirked, clearly pleased with himself, and yielded to answer his younger date’s question. Just then, due to his head being cleared from the egotistical arrogance, correction, from the obvious, understandable and reasonable pleasure at being definitely better than someone else, he just felt at being able to raise his single eyebrow to amazing heights, Momoshiro’s question finally sunk in.

“When is the main course supposed to arrive?”

Atobe, though he would forever deny it, ore-sama was never surprised, was shocked. Didn’t the imbecile know that…

“We just finished it.”

Momoshiro did not believe him. As he raved on about how the main course could not have been served as he would actually feel full and the like, Atobe could clearly see that Momoshiro was not trying to prove him wrong, but rather, Momoshiro was making futile attempts to explain Atobe’s words to himself. It was so obvious. The poor guy’s thoughts were written all over his face. ‘And many other parts of his body at different times’ Atobe mused softly to himself. especially times involving clothing smaller than a speedo and something rather slippery to prevent certain members from being permanently bruised by friction.

Momoshiro, by this point of time, had finished trying to make up reasons to prove Atobe wrong and his ees narrowed at Atobe slightly, who, by this time, was drooling slightly. Shocked (ore-sama is never shocked. I simply got lost in the moment) out of his reverie by the sudden focus on him, Atobe scrambled around mentally and came out with a feeble answer. This gave him enough time to retort, in his usual arrogant tone, “look down at your plate.”

Obediently, well, rather, instinctively, Momoshiro did, and realized, finally, that the steam from the steaming plate of food was not due to heat, but rather, due to the cold pale green apple sorbet that stood toweringly above a rich, brown apple torte. By this time however, there were already long streams of green running along the sides of the ball of sorbet and disappearing into the succulent bed of apples beneath.

“Oh.”

Momoshiro sighed. Ever since the first time they’d gone out, the dinners that Atobe had taken him out to were progressively getting smaller. Not course-wise, of course. In fact, if he recalled correctly, it wasn’t too hard, it was just in the past hour, the last one he’d been taken out to, this one, had been fifteen courses. However, the approximate total amount of food that had been put together, taking into account every microscopic speck of pepper, in this whole dinner was significantly less than the amount he consumed everyday at the burger shop with Echizen. He definitely knew it wasn’t because Atobe was getting poorer. Oh no. As compared to the first place they’d gone to, which was a four-star down at one of the many hotels the Atobe family owned, this one was a full fledged five star Michelin restaurant, complete with four sommeliers (they’d all come and gone as Atobe had been rather difficult about the choice of wine and why were they serving wine to minors anyway?), thirty five waiters (they were each labeled with a tag 1,2,3 and the like and the highest number he had seen – Atobe had been in the toilet- was 35. could there be more?), four desk staff to manage the single main desk alone, twelve line cooks (he’d been taken on a special tour of the kitchens, no doubt thanks to Atobe’s insatiable need of displaying his wealth and power) and of course, the Michelin star himself. All these people served a total of twenty tables. The maximum seating of the restaurant, he guessed, was less than 1 fifth of the number of balls he had to pick up everyday as a freshman. Furthermore, wasn’t it just the other day he read in the news that the Atobe family had scored a 100 million dollar deal with a shipping company? Atobe, Momoshiro decided, definitely was not getting any poorer.

Resigned, Momoshiro picked up his spoon and dug into his desert, which he, unsurprisingly finished in just three spoonfuls.

As Atobe opened his phone (it was the newest model. The fifth one in two months) to dial for his chauffer to come pick him up, Momoshiro placed a entle hand on his elbow, which stalled him momentarily.

Before Atobe could further strain his facial muscles by trying to lift his eyebrows to the same epic proportions of the Eiffel Tower, Momoshiro pressed on verbally.

“I want to go to that ramen store around the corner. They serve really good miso ramen there”

Atobe’s mind swiveled back to three days ago. Gakuto had discovered a new eating place tha had opened up near school, and after mumbling something about “good” and “miso” (ore-sama did not bother to ask him to repeat himself. Ore-sama has perfect hearing. Ore-sama clearly remembers him saying “me so good”. And ore-sama is supposed to be arrogant? Ore-sama also needs to recommend to Gakuto that he find an English tutor) and consequently dragging them all down to that very “me so good” stall that Momoshiro was probably talking about now. Of course, at the point in time, Atobe didn’t go in. he had had no idea what he was doing outside a cheap, low-class food stall. Of course, he wouldn’t have said he had no idea and that the reason why he didn’t want to go in for fear of being poisoned by food that was not of the standard he was used to, he muttered hurriedly, albeit pompously, that he had some family matters and had left in a hurry, leaving behind some very bewildered tennis players.

However, it was hard to refuse to go now, when Momoshiro had that look on his face. He hated that look. It consisted big, puppy eyes, pouting lips, and, for some unknown reason, pink cheeks. Momoshiro always had this look on his face when he was hungr-

“YOU MEAN YOU AREN’T FULL? THAT WAS FIFTEEN COURSES!”

“I know, bu-”

“AND FOUR HUNDRED DOLL-” (A/N 1)

Atobe was silenced suddenly by a deft kiss from his partner. Atobe paused for a while, enjoying the pair of lips that were slowly massaging his, the tongue he’d come to know so well gently teasing his upper lip, as if to beg for entrance. Just as he begin melting into the kiss, his lips were met with a sudden gust of cold air as Momoshiro quickly pulled away.

“If you do what I want now, I’ll do whatever you want later.” Momoshiro whispered conspiratorially into Atobe’s ear.

Atobe flushed as the slightly taller man’s breath brushed, hot, by his ear.

“anything?”

“Anything.” And before he knew it, Atobe was being dragged, (ore-sama is not dragged. Ore-sama is hurriedly reluctantly) down the street and round the corner into the said ramen shop.

Atobe grimaced as Momoshiro dumped him unceremoniously into a little red vinyl booth and began ordering nearly the whole menu. Staring disgustedly at his very expensive leather shoes which were now scuffed at the tips due to his being “hurried reluctantly” earlier, Atobe grinned a Fuji-esque smile. Momoshiro was going to pay later that night for the ruin he’d done to Atobe’s shoes. Shoes were very important to a person, especially someone of his status. Momoshiro was going to pay, preferably, in a situation involving clothing smaller than a speedo and something rather slippery to prevent certain members from being permanently bruised by friction.

A/N 1: i can never get the japanese currency exhange into my brain. so that's in US dollars. please feel free to use online converters. i'm just gooing for the fact that. the dinner WAS expensive. lol

Please don't kill me! i'm sorry if you guys are all O.O at the writing, but comments are lovelove! thks!