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This is actually the base image I used to make the Richie Realm ID. A friend runs the club, and requested an ID for it... I was obligated to do so, because my kiriban catcher told me she wanted to give her kirban request to the owner of the club instead XD; I didn't mind so much though.
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Okay, this entry will be about a dream I had, where... I am myself? Well, a verison of my self I suppose. I'm not sure where the setting is, but it seems to be in some sort of forest, but there is a small clearing or path-like area through it.
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And it starts off with me being partially behind the edge of the wall... watching Ash and Misty
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I'll try write it in a bit of a narrative/firt-person format...
I try stay as hidden as I can, while peeking around the corner at both of them.
There was no way I could go through with it now. No way at all.
She was so happy and bubbly, chattering away to him about something or other. I couldn't hear what she was saying, or what the context was, but I understand the tone.
He looked as if he was sort of confused, but still giving her his full attention none-the-less. It seemed that he figured the more he listened to her, the more she talked to him, the closer he may get to understand what it was that she was actually trying to tell him.
They were at the corner edge of the building, across the clearing from me. The edges of the clearing were all shaded by the surrounding trees, wall, and building.
Sunlight bathed the grass in the middle, but it felt as if it did so weakly. Soft shadows hovered around everything. I hoped that the shadows also helped hide me from view if they ever looked this way. What little of me there would be to see. And at this distance it shouldn't be easy to spot me unless you were really looking.
That's when she exclaimed something excitedly, nearly seeming to jump up in her excietment. And then she grabbed his wrist, or was it actually his hand, and pulled him off into the tree line. Out of my line of sight.
I twirled around, leaning back against the wall, closing my eyes, leaning my head up, feeling the cool cement of the wall on my palms and through my shirt to my back.
No. I can't tell him. And what point would there be?
This is doomed to be one-sided.
I just know it.
"So, you came here to talk to Ash, didn't you? He was there, and you didn't even get near him."
He startled me from my thoughts, I tensed up and stood straight up against the wall, my eyes opening wide to look at him.
Gary...
What was he doing here?
It's been a while since I saw him actually... quite a while.
I sigh, unknowingly, aloud and turn my head to the right. My unseeing gaze settling on the wall stretching far off to my left.
I didn't see the slight slouch to his stance. Or that he had his hands jammed in his pockets. Let alone that his head was slightly tilted down, his eyes angling up slightly to look at me from underneath his auburn bangs.
His face was a mix of emotions. I was too busy lost in my saddness and regret to see my feelings were nearly reflected on his face exactly. But there was also an edge of what may have been anger burning underneath, in his eyes.
We stood still, unmoving, in the silence for minutes.
"Why haven't you ever tried telling him about your feelings?"
He broke in. But the rest of his dialog remained unspoken, but I could imagine him adding, 'It's not like you...'
Worry etches onto my face. I don't reply, I just keep my gaze averted from his. Focused on the wall, and the grass growing along it.
He's saying something else to me. But it's not really reaching me. I can hear his voice, but his words don't process in my mind.
I hadn't realized he got so close. One minute he was a few meters away, the next thing I know, he's standing right in front of me.
He's gone quiet again.
He reaches out his right hand, placing the palm of his hand flat against the wall to the left side of my head.
I blink and look at him questioningly.
His eyes capture mine. I can't look away. But I can see his other arm reaching up, placing his other palm flat against the wall to the right side of my head, causing him to lean in closer towards me.
He's got an intense look in his eye. His mouth is pressed together into a thin line.
This is unfamilar to me. I haven't seen him look at me like this before. There is an air of seriousness about him. What is it?
"You still don't understand?" he asks, his tone sounds rather annoyed, almost upset or angry, "tch..." I see a frown form on his face as he flicks his head to the left, keeping his palms pressed against the wall, leaning slightly towards me.
He mumbles something I don't catch.
His face has softened, he looks back at me, his head still slightly turned to the side. I notice his eyebrows have arched up a little, and his mouth slightly down turned. Giving me the feeling that he's a little sad maybe.
How can I tell these sorts of things? How long have I really known him? It feels like it's been longer than it has.
I realize how much I actually consider the two of us to be alike.
And yet, we still have some big differences.
Wait... what the hell am I thinking? does that even make sense?
I was suppose to be trying to confess my feelings to Ash but...
That obviously didn't happen.
I don't think I can do it after all.
It took me a while to realize the feelings in the first place. And-
"Hey, can you even hear me?" He's got that edge of aggrivation to his voice.
I guess he'd been talking to me, but I was off in my own world, thinking...
His face, it looks irritated. And yet... he's still so close.
Why doesn't that bother me?
Well, I can feel nothing but saddness right now it seems. Saddness and dissapointment, in myself.
My gaze angles down, just below the v-neck of his shirt. He's not wearing his belt pouch... huh. Wonder why.
Suddenly I feel him wrap his arms around me, just below my shoulders, and he pulls me close against him.
"Look... I'm sorry..." I hear him say, quietly.
When did he get taller than me? Have we not seen one another for that long?
I turn my head to the right, and rest the side of my head against him, just below his shoulder. My hands reach up and press against his chest.
He feels so warm.
It's been a long time since I felt the warmth of another person so close to me. It's nice.
I don't realize that I seem to have begun snuggling against him.
Neither do I notice the strange nervous noise he utters.
"Look, I know what it's like. Okay? And doing things this way... they just don't work out. Trust me." His voice is soft and quiet. Not quite what I'm used to, but it's not unpleasent or anything...
'Of course I trust you' I think to myself.
My arms slide around him, and I hug him in return, burrying my face in his shirt. I'm trembling slightly.
I can feel his body tense a little, then he tightens his firm hold of me a little. I feel his head reasing against my own.
I don't care why I'm so comfortable with him. Or what anyone may think at this very moment. I just know that I like the feel of him holding me. It lessens the angst I feel.
He's still holding my tightly, when I suddenly feel him shift a little, and his warm breath against my ear.
It startles me a little, I tense up, and am almost ready to push him away on instinct.
Almost breathlessly, I hear him say my name. One of his hands slide up to rest on my neck. I shiver, my mouth falling open and breath catching.
I mentally shake myself and gain enough sense to push him away from me. Not roughly, but not all that gently either.
I feel his arms fall away from me, his eyes are hooded as he seems to be looking past me for a moment, before he shuts them tight, his hands balling into fists, and he flicks his head to the left again.
Again, the silence stretches out, but I'm beginning to physically relax again. Even if my mind is still a little stunned.
His words come out sounding a little strained, his fists still at his sides, "I'm not sure I can really appologize this time," his eyes ease open slowly, his fists releasing, "because it probably wouldn't be completly sincere if I did..."
He tilts his head towards me a little, looking at me from the corners of his eyes.
I can't tell what his expression is.
"I..." my voice seems to trail off and die. I can't seem to really say anything.
He sighs, closing his eyes, his left hand reaching up to brush through his hair.
"Look. Okay, so..." he starts, ruffling his hand through his hair some more, "I... I don't know how to say it. Alright?"
I blink and tilt my head to the side, looking at him with curiosity.
He sighs again, closing his eyes, his hand dropping to his side. He finally turns to me, takes in another breath, and lets it out.
He's leaning forward a little, his hands raised up, almost as if he's preparing to catch something. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. A frown seems to form on his face as he snaps his mouth shut. He opens it again, but nothing intelligible makes it through.
My face scrunches a little in confusion.
"Ahgh, geh...!" his fists ball up as he slumps forward, almost bending over.
"I... I can't... seem to... say it. I just... don't know what words..." he says so quietly, that I can barely hear him.
He suddenly looks up, coming closer to me, "but please, can you... let me... keep trying? To tell you? Explain?"
The pleading look on his face, the sincerity in his voice, the near desperation in his eyes. I couldn't help but smile, and barely contain my near giggle. I nod my head in agreement.
Still not really understanding, but if he wants to try explain, or tell me this much, I don't see a reason to refuse.
"ah..." he seems to make a sound of relief, his face lighting up, an almost smile spreading across his face.
"Thank you..." his voice is soft and quiet again.
I smile at him.
And then I feel him suddenly slip his arms around my waist, as he pulls me forward.
I blink in surpirse, but am unsure of how to react. He does realize what he's doing doesn't he? That this-
My thoughts are cut short as I feel his mouth press against mine.
My mind freezes along with my body. Though my eyes have gone wide.
I feel his lips leave mine, his eyes creak open and he sighs a little.
My mouth drops open and I stare up at him, unbelieving.
Did he just... is he still...
I feel his right hand slide up from my waist, along my back, and his fingers slide around the back of my neck. He closes his eyes again, leaning toward me again. I feel his hair tickle my face, his nose brushes against mine, his head is tilted slightly, I feel his warm breath agianst my skin.
I can feel my body quivering sligthly.
I reach up towards him, resting my hands on his shoulders.
"Wh-what... what are you doing... Gary? What's going on..." I manage to say, "Are you..."
He whispers to me, "I'm trying to help you." That's all he said.
I gulp, my fingers tightening around his shoulders, my body still trembling, my lips pressed together.
"You want to get over him, don't you? Well, why don't you try me instead." His voice remains quiet, but serious. I feel him lean down and nuzzle against my neck.
I can't help but think it does feel rather nice. He's being so gentle, but not timid.
It's also true. I do want to try get over Ash. Since I've finally decided to give up on trying to tell him anything.
And it's not like I don't like Gary.
I just...
never considered this before.
Since he's brought it up, I suppose I could give it a shot...
I tilt my head up, and a little to the side, giving him better access to the side of my neck, one of my own hands sliding around to hold the back of his neck.
Dimly, in the back of my mind, I see the logic to his suggestion. But it's probably more my loneliness, and craving for anothers touch, after so long, that I think allowed me fall for his advances.
I feel him slide his cheek along my neck and up to my own cheek. His mouth sliding against my face to rest on my lips.
My eyes have become hooded, and I feel the urge to taste his lips.
I sweep my tongue along them, gaining a positive response.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me closer. I feel his lips part as he leans shifts his head further to the side and leans in closer as we engage in a heated kiss...
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This is part of my "100 Themes" project on DA [LINK HERE]. This is nubmer 99 (aka Solitude).
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Mixed Dream
(Narto-style looking characters, HP-type theme, OC's)
Main Protagonist:
Name - Unknown... but I seemed to 'think of him' as Sasuke in the dream.
Male
Dark hair, eyes, clothes.
bangs like Sasuke, rest or the hair a mix between Harry and Sasu's hair?
Shirt - Dark, loose, wearing some kind of over-coat, cloak?
Pants - never really noticed
shoes - same as above
Secondary Character 1
Name: Unknow, but I thought of him as either Ron or Naruto, interchangably
Male
Sandy blonde hair. Messy, not long or short
dusty semi-light blue eyes
pale skin
somehow had a mix of Ron's and Naruto's personality
dark, but almost steel blue long-sleeve shirt. Black cloak (simiar to Hogwarts cloak) over top?
Probably wearing jeans and runners
Seemed to have worried or 'scared' kind of face most of the time
"My" character:
Name: unknown
Female
Eyes - unknown
Hair - unsure of, but longer than shoulder length. Maybe somewhat wavy?
Pants - unsure of
shoes - unsure of
shirt... longlsleeve? cloak or something over top?
Very close with main character "Sasuke". Uknown if it was more than friendship or not. If so, very discreet about it.
The three of us were traveling through... some sort of 'realm'. It was constantly dark. Light source unknown (couldn't really see a 'sun' of any sort), but we were able to see well enough to navigate through our enviornment.
It seemed to be a lot like a demon realm? Some sort of ruins that had been overcome by an evil power?
[everything had a blood red, black, rusty, etc. sort of hue to it. And not much was recognizable, but many 'things' were strewn about, with hunks of what may have once been building or something simiarl litering the 'world' we were in]
Myself and the sandy blonde were more like support for the dark haired guy we traveled with. I was more of a healer or 'white magic' type. The dark haired type had strong offensive power. I'm not sure what the sandy blonde was good at, but he was very fast and could move with ease.
The 'big bad guy' we were searching for, or going to 'meet' seemed to be much like a merge between Orochimaru and Voldermort, but had more of an Orochimaru feel to him.
We got to what was similar to a cliff, and some sort of ruins that seemed to have once been a building. the shell of three sides of the wall remained, but not much of the walls, and no real roof or whatnot. We think we see some sort of animal or whatnot standing on the one corner, but it soon dissapears.
[while walking towards the cliff and ruins it looked something like this. the 'dog thing' is just drawn there to show where it stood. but we are on the other side 'behind' where the ruins is to stand between the ruins and cliff when it attacks]
http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/1782/dreamsketchexamplevu4.jpg
We were going to just scale the 'cliff' but something came out to attack us.
The dark haired guy lept into action, the sandy blonde freaked out and dissapeared [he didn't run away, it was more like he stealthily disspeard for more of an advantage while the dark haired guy distracted... the monster?]
I get the feeling it was a dog type? but I can't be 100% on that. I didn't get to watch the battle. The dark haired guy told me to stay out of it and stay hidden. We'd been standing between the wall of the building and the cliff face. He leapt up to the top of the high wall (where the dog-monster-demon) was and dissapeared with it around to edge. I could vaugely hear sounds of battle (sound seemed surpressed in this realm). but remained nearly pressed to the wall, waiting for either of them to come back.
An unknown amount of time passes, and we are making our escape by scaling the cliff face. I think the dark haired guy is using some kind of magic? If not, it's some sort of Jutsu. he's 'attacking' whatever is pursuing us. The sandy blonde is freaking out and blathering things. I'm worriedly sticking rather close to the dark haired guy, the sandly blonde is on the other side of him, but not as close to him as I am.
I'm not sure what really goes on next, but somehow we get to some new place.
we reached the top of some wall (different from the cliff face, and seems to be... 'indoors'?
but we have to crawl, there isn't much room above us, but to the sides... it stretches on and I can't see an end. But we are crawling over a lot of stuph that I can't really make out.
The dark haired guy is to my right, the sandy blonde to my left. The blonde is incoherently talking to himself, but seems to mostly just be complaining and being worried.
I think whatever we are crawling over is unplesant... and then I get the idea and feeling that snakes are underneath us, I start to get very afraid.
The dark haired guy tells me (calmly) not to worry, and tries to reassure me with a... some sort of expression that seems to help start putting me at ease.
He also says something about him and snakes in general. It seems somewhat cryptic, but my character seems to understand it.
It seems that the dark haired guy... is either immune to snakes and it's poison, and/or he is able to 'manipulate' them. So he'd never let them harm me in anyway.
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We reach an openning, crawl out of it, and stand up. We're in some sort of room. It looks to be all concrete. There is some sort of basin across from us with a counter to the right, and next to a wall. [The water in it is a murky brown, and you can't tell what would be in it just by looking.] There is also random garbage strewn about on the right.
[Image for help]
URL: http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/926/dreamimageen2.jpg
Orochimort is standing in front of a table just on the other side of the parital wall. He seems to be mixing something on the table? He sort of glances at us, smiling? but otherwise seems to ignore us.
Sandy Blonde is nearly shaking with nervousness and speaking with a bit of a high pitched voice, seeming to glance around with wide eyes.
Dark Haired is totally calm and composed. He pulls out a book (from where? he seems to have a bag of some sort) opens it up to a page, places the book on the table, and then reaches into the basin...
[sideview of the basin, from the side where the garbage is strewn about]
URL: http://img187.imageshack.us/img187/3922/basinsketchwb8.jpg
He also pulls out some glass cylyindrical containers, seemingly from no where. (he's looking more like Sasuke now than ever, his outfit, his shirt his hair, his face, but his pants are dark, but not like Sasuke's, and he's not wearing those sandles.)
He seems to be reaching into the basin and pulling out fish. But specifically for a certain type. Though he does pull out a few very odd looking ones, only one seems to be the type he wants so far. They are all placed into a seperate glass cylinder container of their own (filled with water). The kind he's looking for seems to be... brown with dark spots varying between black and shades of brown. It's also rather round/chunky looking. All of the fish are rather large. Seeming to be a little bigger than both hands, but he can pull them out of the water with one hand.
Somehow, I know the fish are dangerous. And the book one thing that helps him know what he's looking for, and how to get the fish out of the water (none of which struggle whatsoever).
Somehow the fish seem to be very poisonous, and he's the only one who can handle them properly. Why we need the fish. I don't know.
He finally gets two of the type he needs. So he dumps the others back into the basin.
He goes onto speaking about how he can finally... take vengence? do what he was meant to do? Something along those lines.
I get worried, and then hurridley tell him that we needed THREE of those fish, not just two.
This puts a bit of a damper on him. But he calmly turns around, pulls out some of those glass cylinders again, and begings 'fishing' in the basin with his hand some more.
Sandly Blonde is off to the side, muttering to himself, looking really aggitated and nervous, glancing around still.
Orochimort seems to be ignoring us, still busy doing whatever he's doing.
Dark haired gets the last fish. he's got a determined look on his face, though it also looks rather expressionless.
He's walking past me, but I reach out to him, and he stops, turns to look at me.
I look down, away from his face, mention something about how he could die if he confronts Orocimort...
And if that happens then-
he stops me, he's reached out and put a hand on me. On my face? shoulder? I'm not sure where. But he's almost got a smile on his face when I look up at him.
he tries to reassure me. But I'm almost crying, almost begging him to not do it, but not really saying it directly.
He's the only one who can really do anything. Something about how it's in his bloodline? How he'd somehow gotten close to Orochimort to know him?
I don't know.
Suddenly he reaches over, putting a heand behind my neck, and pulls me to him, pressing his mouth agianst mine.
The kiss become rather passionate, and I end up with my arms around him, clinging to him, by the time our mouths break apart.
He tells me, that if I'm so worried about it, he'll ensure that he isn't the last in his bloodline. Through me. And that, even if we both die in the last battle, that he had someone else in his bloodline and that he wasn't the last anymore. And that if it is true that we all die, and Orochimort defeats us and/or lives on, that it must have been destiny for us to lose/fail. Meaning there is nothing else we could have done, since we've done all we could thus far.
I'm not sure what I said to him next, but he goes on to tell me that he's giving me his family name.
Sandy Blonde sort of tentivly comes over, telling us that Orochimort has dissapeared, and that he's no longer here.
Dark Haired doesn't really reply to that directly. but just lets go of me, my arms had fallen away from him, and he goes over to the counter where the fish are.
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We are someplace else, but I can't really tell where.
Dark Haired talks to me some more, but he's also getting close and personal with me. He starts kissing me, and I return it. I feel his hands travleing across me, and I start to run my own hands along his chest and shoulders.
A lemon scene ensues.
He tells me that we'll be doing it more than once or twice. Just to try and ensure that I'll carry his child. But he'll also ensure that I enjoy myself as much as he does, and that he does truly care for me.
Somehow, after our second go, Sandy Blonde gets involved. But he's told by Dark Haired that he's not allowed to enter me from the front, since the whole point of this is to try and get me to carry HIS child and not Sandy Blondes. But we didn't want him to miss out any?
Threesome ends up happening. Some SandyBlondeXDarkHaired even.
I can't really say much about what happened after all that was over.
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Something I just scribbled onto paper a few hours ago **************************
[ - 01/26/08 - ]
Okay, I'm not sure EXACTLY when I had this dream anymore, but it was recently. At least in the past few nights.
But be warned now. It contains sex and (not to ruin too much) bloody violence at the end.
I'll also refer to Shigeru as Gary. I like his Japanese name, but I'm used to saying/writing his English name when it's not for an art piece (aka image).
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Okay...
For some strange reason, I myself (yes really! I'm actually myself and not an OC or some other random person!), was sitting on a couch in front of a TV with Gary in a living room of some sort. The TV was pretty close to the couch XD; I dunno why. And it was a nice big screen, but not a wide-screen.
I was 'watching' things from behind, so I just saw the back of our heads. He was on the right and I was on the left.
The TV wasn't really on yet... but this beginning part is pretty fuzzy.
Usually I see things in an 'anime' style. You know, it's like how you'd see them in an anime or whatever. But suddenly I'm seeing through my own POV.
Just starring at the TV. The blank screened TV...
I'm not sure if he sighed, or if I did, but the sound of it made me turn my head to the side and look at him. I was surprised for some odd reason. He looked like he wasn't an anime character, but a person.
He was wearing that black shirt and light purple? pants.
I started looking him over from his knees up to his arms. They were sort of half-haning over the couch.
He seemed bored, just starring ahead of him with a slack face at the blank TV.
So my eyes travled down to the v-neck of his shirt. I watched the light hit his pendant, and they travled down his chest to his thigh.
I heard him make some sort of sound, full of confidence and sort of mocking, "So, like what you see? Heh."
I looked up quickly to see him smirking at me, with a gleam in his eyes. though it felt as if he was looking down on me and making fun of me...
Apparently I'd been holding my breath and didn't know it, so I started breathing again. And my eyes had widdened XD;
He was still leaning lazily against the couch still, half-haning over the back. I saw him holding a black remote out of the corner of my eye in his right hand. I hardly registered that he'd lifted it up and seemed to be clicking buttons on it.
The POV switched agian, and I was watching myself. I was holding a cocky look of my own on my face. I said something to him... but whatever it was I don't remember it XD;
And I sort of leaned over, and had a hand resting on his leg.
My face real close to his.
His face was turned my way, and he just kept smirking at me. I think he might have replied something, but I don't remembet that either ^^;
but it seemed he'd decided on something on the TV anyway. I heard him put the remote down.
This seem to get a little fuzzy here too.
But next thing I know, I'm seeing myself with my lips are pressed against his, he's got his eyes closed also and his left hand behind my head. One of my hands clinging to some material of his shirt along the v-neck of his shirt.
Time seems to shift here and fade into something going on later.
Somehow, we'd ended up watching a hentai on TV, and some dude is having sex with some chick while she's crying out right then.
Somehow I ended up riding Gary, but we're both still facing the TV?
We're not saying anything really.
Until I can hear him sounding like he's getting close to his limit.
I just sort of tilt my head towards him, and smirk, taunting him about only lasting this long.
He tries to sound angry, but it doesn't quite come out that way, and replies with something about me needing to shut up about it, and some other things I can't quite remember that has to do with me and the situation.
So I go through making sure I make him climax faster while he's trying not to.
I can hear him saying something to me about being... something? Not something nice anyway XD;
And then he ends up cumming.
I can feel him relaxing back against the couch.
I get off him, just to turn around and lean down over him, still looking pleased with myself. His eyes are hodded as he looks up at him, his head resting against the couch, his arms out and draped over the couch again as well.
I kneel agianst the end of the couch and hover over him, my arms at each side of his head, for a bit while he's still trying to catch his breath. He's looking up at me with what may have been a look of loathing, but he's also looking rather tired.
I can't help but smirk down at him. He swallowed and his breathing was close to normalcy again.
I close my eyes and see myself grab onto the edges of his collar again, so that I can pull them back slightly and start suckling, licking, and kissing his neck.
I can hear him make appreciative noises, and I make my way back up to his mouth and we start a passionate kiss.
I'm still cliging to his collar, one of his hands burries it's fingers in my hair. He pulls me closer to him and I tug him as close to myself as I can.
Things are fading into themselves again.
Now I seem to be riding him again, and his hands are caressing my skin while he nips at what's been exposed, he's pulled my collar back with his teeth for better access. My hands are resting on his shoulder blades.
I can barely hear him say something to me, not really knowing what he means. But I assume it's got something to do with him 'paying me back' for what I did to him previously.
I can feel him sliding my shirt up, and seeming to just slide my bra out of the way to give him better access to my breasts.
Feeling him on my breasts is getting to be too much as I continue riding him. I try to hold on, but he knows I'm starting to reach my limit this time, I can feel him smile against my skin, and my hands are gripping his sholders tightly now as I try keep my breathing from going too fast.
He pushes me over the limit, and I collapse against him. Trying to steady my breathing and regain myself agian. He's got his arms around me as my head rests against his.
I slide off him to sit limply beside him agian.
We exchange words, but I can't recall what it's about because things are fading into itself again.
Next thing I know, I'm seeing him opening a door from the view point of being inside the room, he's still got his hand on the door knob and he seems to be talking to me, I heard him say my name.
When he looks over at me his face seems to drop and he cuts off his own sentence and seems to freeze.
Then I see myself kneeling on a bed, in front of a piece of paper and a pen or pencil. I have a despairing look on my face, and try to show a sad smile.
I say something like, "Oh, Gary. Hey."
I'm holding some sort of handgun.
He's still not moved or said anything. From this point of view I can't see his face, just some of the back of his head.
I try harder to smile, but it still looks quite sad. My eyes are welling with tears. I say something like a good bye to him, and then click the hammer of the gun back.
Things are starting to slow down and fade, but VERY slowly. I'm raising the gun to my temple, and Gary's started yelling something, moving quickly towards me, but nearly tripping on the way there. I can now see a look of astonishment and fear on his face, if not horror, coming closer to me.
But I pull the trigger.
There's the loud bang of the gun, and a cracking with a bit or a wet sound.
Then things went black.
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| | [ - Girlfriend - ] Was watching a Palletshipping AMV and this came to mind (it was Girlfriend by Avril) XD ********************** Yeah, I'm REALLY wanting to write more Pokémone themed stories now!
With Shigeru, Satoshi, and my OC <3
But also my own other characters Jovan, Wallace, Hoops, and... I'm not sure who I'll call the other character yet XD;; but he'll get a name and a look! (Hoops still needs to get a design also...)
It's been ages since I made a non-dream blog hasn't it? I know I was going to just use this for my dreams... but I feel like writing something else [and using the new image I scribbled XD].
It's Pidge's b-day today! She's 18 <3
I want to give her some team rocket themed gift art... but I'm not sure exactly what to draw, other than maybe Rocketshipping??
I'm SO obsessed with Palletshipping...
So trying to write some Palletshippy lemons seems like a real challenge!
But I'm going to do it for Ginny. Yes!
My Naruto fanness is slowing... rather quickly o.O;
Shippunden really let me down...
But my Pkm (mainly Shigeru and Palletshipping) fan-o-meter is almost ready to fly off the charts! XD!
And it's going to be Christmas soon...
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And my birthday XP
I hate getting old! I feel SO old already ;_;
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| [ - Shigeru Fic - (Gary Oak) - Palletshipping Side-story - pt. 1 ]
| | [ - RJ + Shigeru - ]
This is Shigeru with my dream avatar for a certain series of dream-fics I'm writing out
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[ - 12/03/07 - ]
This'll be in the 'Shigeru Fic timeline'. But it will be Palletshipping themed (aka Shishi/ShigSato/GaryXAsh). And I'll also use Shigeru and Statoshi's 'english' names for once... because I like hearing/reading Shigeru/Gary call Satoshi/Ash Ashy or Ashy-boy X3
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Gary had finally recieved word of his partner.
It had been weeks with no word from or of her and he had started to worry, maybe more than a little bit.
So it was a real surprise when a carrier pidgey flew down to him when he was outside taking notes about the Pokémon habitats around the island.
Not only that, but it seems she was also traveling with Ash Ketchum.
And had been since pretty much the start of her trip.
He hadn't seen Ashy-boy for quite some time now. And it seems he was coming along with her for a visit.
That was a surprise and the Pokémon Reasearcher just let out a small laugh and rubbed the back of his head while a smile streched the corner of his mouth.
It would still be a few hours before they would arrive, so Gary decided to pack up his things outside and organize what information he had gathered in the lab until it was time to greet them.
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He made sure he kept track of time and showed up a little bit early, just to make sure he wasn't late.
He didn't think it would matter all that much to either of them if he was there when they showed up, but it mattered to him.
It was also a few hours before sunset.
Gary smirked to himself and gaze out across the expanse of water to where the opposite shore would be.
It wasn't long before a speck on the horizen seemed to grow larger and turn out to be the boat that was delivering his friends.
Milliseconds before the boat even came to a complete stop Ash was already jumping off the boat, with Pikachu and Royalle right behind him.
They grinned like idiots to one another and giglged about some unspoken joke.
Gary was the first to actually speak, "Well, well, if it isn't Ashy-boy." he had his arms crossed and a smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth.
"Gary! It's been a while, hasn't it?" Ash turned to face Gary, a wide grin playing along his face as he folded his hands behind his head.
Pikachu waddled up to Ash's side, "Pika!" and rose it's tiny arm in the air and smiled at Gary.
"You bet it has. Still haven't given up I gather?" Gary asked.
"Of course not! I'm still going to be the greatest Pokémon master! Just you wait and see, I've gotten lots stronger since we last met!" Ash now had one leg in front of him as he crouched forward slightly, his opposite arm angled out in front of him with his hand balled into a fist as he looked to Gary with fierce eyes and a confident expression.
Meanwhile, Royalle was talking with the driver and helping him move the equipment over the side of the boat.
She smiled at hearing the banter between the two long time rivals and friends.
So she was chipper as she was packing the box away from the boat as it drove off, "Gary-sempai, I'm just going to bring this inside, okay?"
It seems the two were preparing for a Pokémon battle.
"Sure thing," her partner replied as he pulled a pokéball from his belt beneath his lab coat, still facing Ash.
"Bring it on Gary!" Ash replied enthusiastically, mimicing his rivals movements.
"Pi Pikachu!" the small yellow rodent pokémon exclaimed at his trainer.
"Huh? Pikachu, you want to battle?" Ash looked down at his pokémon.
"Pika!" it jumped up and down happily.
Ash smiled at it and knelt down, still holding a pokéball in one hand, petting Pikachu with the other, "Sorry little buddy, I'm going to do this on my own. Why don't you go with Royalle to the lab?"
"Pikachu!" she small pokémon crossed it's arms disgruntled.
"Come on Pikachu, Gary-sempai and I have some new specially designed electric pokéfood. You'll love it, and it'll charge you up after that battle with team rocket before we boarded the boat." Royalle said as she turned and smiled to Pikachu.
Gary looked at Royalle out of the corner of his eye at the mention of Team Rocket.
"See, Pikachu? I'll be fine, and I won't take too long," Ash said as he pet his Pikachu on the head.
"Pika..." the rodent pokémon's ears pulled back and it's expression was sad, but it nodded and slowly began to walk to Royalle.
"I'll see you boys later." Royalle said as she smiled at them and started up the path through the trees to the lab.
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"I win again, Ashy-boy." Gary teased.
"No..." Ash said as he recalled his pokémon.
Before he knew it, his rival was standing right in front of him.
He was a little taller than Ash, so he had tilt his head up to look at him. His face was dissapointed, but his eyes showed he still held his determination.
Gary's face was serious, and he brought his left hand up to hold Ashy's chin in his palm. His other hand pulling off the boys hat.
Neither moved but contintued to stare into the others eyes.
Until Gary leaned down, closed his eyes, and pressed his mouth against Ash's.
Ash's own eyes slipped closed as his hands made their way to cling to Gary's shirt.
The brunette pulled away, breaking the kiss, and starred into the other boy's face, "It's good to see you again, Ashy-boy..." his voice was soft.
"Gary... you know how much I missed you..." Ash almost whispered, his eyes half-lidded, as he pulled himself closer to him.
Gary nodded as he slid his hand from the boy's chin to the back of his neck and pulled the boy against himself.
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Okay, so it's not really smexy yet... but it'll get there! Belive me, neh?
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