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139 Dreams ☁ 15th Dream {Unexpected – Sakuraba}


☁Haruto Sakuraba☁

Haruto Sakuraba.

A pretty boy pop idol working for an advertising company and playing American football for the Ojou White Knights.

Constantly being hunted down by reporters and rabid fangirls.

Bearing the weight of being Ojou’s Ace, when he clearly was not (despite having tried to keep up with that reputation).

A teenage boy with no clue what direction he wanted to take. In his opinion, the football team would be better off without him. Seijuro Shin was the real ace of the team, after all, and Sakuraba just couldn’t compare, no matter how hard he trained.

At his current level and emotional un-stability, you would have to agree. If he felt like he wasn’t good enough to be on the team, then he really wasn’t.

Sakuraba’s main problem was the fact that he stood at a forked road with two different paths leading to two different futures.

Road #1 was his career as a poster boy, clad with fame, fortune and screaming fans.

Road #2 was his interest as an American football player, which wouldn’t gurantee fame, fortune and screaming fans, but did gurantee happiness at getting to play a sport that he genuinely enjoyed.

Since he strongly believed that the team did not need him and would be better off without him, he chose road #1. That is until he remembered the promise he had made to Torakichi Nanpa – a little boy who was in the same hospital after being in a car accident and a fellow football player. After that, he returned to the field, reborn as a new person. He gave up his job at Jari Productions and put everything he had into playing football. Just because he couldn’t catch up to a natural born player like Shin did not mean he couldn’t play to the best of his ability.

Naturally, it was unexpected for the pretty boy to cut his hair, but that just proved how serious he was and how much drive he really possessed. It was impressive to you and Takami because you both understood the meaning behind it. Otawara found it extremely amusing. While Shin… well, Shin never even noticed… At least, not until Takami pointed it out, then he just stared in disbelief…

It wasn’t unexpected that Sakuraba had lost his entire fan base because he quit his job and cut his hair. His fan girls only liked him because of his looks and the fact that he was famous. They didn’t know anything about ’em after all. They only wanted to get in his pants so they could say they slept with a pretty boy who happened to have fame and money.

You were surprised at the unexpected turn in events at the White Knights vs. Punks game. You had thought that all of his fans had been lost, but you were mistaken. The original three girls that had found him when he first stopped by Deimon to do some scouting were still his fans. Of course, they were in shock at the fact that he quit his job and buzzed his hair, but they were still die-hard fans.

You had to give them credit. Maybe, just maybe, not all fangirls were psychotic morons who only wanted to get laid by someone hot and/or famous. Maybe… fangirls weren’t as bad as you originally thought.

Once the game ended, you approached the three in the stands, a grin on your face.
“I’m actually pretty impressed with you three.”

“Eh?” The three females blinked in confusion, not understanding why you were impressed with them.

“Despite the changes Sakuraba has gone through, you three are still die hard fans.” You gave them a thumbs up, closing your right eye, “Keep it up. He loves the support.”

The three stared at each other before stars appeared in their eyes. They rushed you, grabbing onto you and shouting various things, all of which were centered around Sakuraba.

“He loves us?!”

“He knows we’re the ones cheering him on right?!”

“Does this mean he knows we exist?!”

“Introduce us!” That one was chorused by all three.

You sweatdropped, slowly attempting to move back away from the horrifying girls.

Okay. You were wrong.

Fangirls are horrifying, merciless rabid monsters that need to be locked away in cages!

“Sakuraba!! Help me, damn it!”

Sakuraba blinked in surprise, looking up to the stands where his friend was being hounded by three very obsessed fangirls. He sweatdropped in response, sending you an apologetic smile before dashing away. He finally managed to escape his fan base; you had to be crazy to think he’d go back.

“Damn you Sakuraba! Just wait ’til I get my hands on you, bastard!”

“Don’t you dare hurt, Sakuraba-sama!” The girls glared at you, ready to attack.

You gulped, chuckling nervously before taking off, the rabid dogs following close behind with a murderous intent in their eyes.

“That was unexpected…” Shin muttered, watching as you were chased throughout the arena.

Takami, who figured he was using sarcasm (as most people would in this situation), chuckled in response, pushing his glasses up. “Well, it was pretty obvious that was how it would end.”

“Really?” Shin blinked at the bespectacled male in disbelief, though his face remained stoic.

“Y-You were serious..?” Takami sweatdropped.

Shin simply nodded.

Oh lord, please help this hopeless team…

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Body Language 💪 {Legs – Choutarou}


.o2/20. : Legs (Choutarou Ootori)


“Hai, senpai?” The second year looked over at you curiously.

“Did you know… you have legs that would make most women jealous?” You questioned, eyeing the younger boys’ legs. They glistened with sweat from his practice.

His face flushed at the compliment. “S-Senpai!”

“What?” Your gaze moved up to meet his, a grin on your lips. “Don’t be embarrassed, Chou-chan! Embrace the goddess in you!”

“Senpai!” He cried, covering his burning face with his hands.

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Big Boobs & One Leg {Tsubasa}


Anime: Gakuen Heaven
Pairing: None
Genre: Friendship, Humor, Crack

“Get back here!” Tsubasa called, chasing you throughout the grounds of Alice Academy. He was beginning to lose his breath and his lungs were beginning to burn from the struggle of chasing after you. You both had been running for about thirty minutes so far.

You were tired as well, but being older and more experienced, you still had the upper hand when it came to an endurance race between yourself and your kouhai.

Why were you being chased by the shadow manipulating middle schooler? Because Narumi-sensei was too caught up with (cross dressing) work to catch you.

What had you done that made Narumi want you? You may have turned Jinno-sensei’s hair pink…. Well at least you didn’t try to set it on fire, like last time…

“Get back here!” He cried out, struggling to keep you in his sight.

You grinned, ducking behind a rather large tree and watching as the younger male passed by, huffing for oxygen. Once his calls had faded, you let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the tree and closing your eyes. Your hand rested on your chest, where your heart, beating at a fast rate. Taking a deep breath, in and out, you finally regained your normal breathing pattern.

“Hehe, sorry, Tsubasa, but you won’t catch me this time.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that!”

You looked up at the blue haired male standing in front of you, breathing heavily with a grin on his face. “What – !” A gasp left your lips once you realized that you could no longer move. Looking down, you noticed Tsubasa’s foot on your shadow, trapping you with no way to escape.

His grin widened as he winked at you, “Gotcha, senpai!”

“Damn it.” You scowled, narrowing your eyes at the younger male. “That’s cheating, Tsubasa!”

“Is not!” He stuck his tongue out. “Narumi-sensei said I could use any means to catch you~♥.”

Any means to catch me, huh?, You smirked, Then I’ll use any means to escape!

“Can I tell you something interesting, Tsubasa?”

“Sure.” He blinked, looking curiously at you.

“I heard this joke a while back. I wanted to share it with you, as a gift for being able to catch me.”

He nodded, a smile on his face.

“If a girl with big boobs works at Hooters, then where does a person with one leg work?”

“Huh?” He blinked, cocking his head to the side, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes; he looked thoroughly confused. “Hmmm.” He put his hand on his chin, eyes closed and face twisted in concentration as he attempted to figure out what the answer was. He was determined, too, but it was proving to be extremely difficult for the young male.

“Want me to tell you? I’m sure JinJin-sensei is getting impatient, waiting for my punishment to be dealt.”

He opened his blue orbs, blinking at you before nodding, “I can’t figure it out. Tell me, senpai.”

You nodded, a grin appearing on your lips, “If a girl with big boobs works at Hooters, then where does a person with one leg work?” You paused, watching as he leaned forward, eager to hear the answer, “IHop.”


Complete silence, other than the whistling of the wind against the leaves on the trees.

He blinked. “….”

Suddenly, without fail – just as you had predicted – the young male fell backwards onto the grass, clutching his stomach and roaring with laughter that even the people in central town could hear. His eyes were shut tight, his grip tightening around his stomach as he kicked his legs into the air.

You grinned, slowly beginning to move away from the boy before taking off running. You waved over your shoulder at the hysterical boy, your own laughter ringing out through the school grounds, “Thank you, Tsubasa ♥~!”

“Heh?” His laughter stopped abruptly, but his position did not change. He lifted his head, blinking in surprise before jumping up and resuming the chase. “That’s not fair!”

When Tsubasa had fallen backwards onto the ground, his foot had released your shadow, allowing you to move freely.

He was never gonna to hear the end of this from Jinno-sensei…

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139 Dreams ☁ 10th Dream {Hazardous – Shin 1/3}


☁Seijuro Shin¹☁

Anyone who knew Seijuro Shin knew that it was a very hazardous idea to let him touch anything that involved technology (such as computers, cell phones, etc.). No matter what it was, he always managed to ruin any technological device his fingers came across.

There was the time when he managed to ruin every computer in the whole school by clicking on something he shouldn’t have, spreading a very strong and unstoppable virus that hit every computer in the school. Somehow, he managed to do that which no other student had ever done in the history of Ojou.

Then there was the time when he was training on Mt. Fuji and broke the GPS the coach had given him so he wouldn’t get lost (again). All he had to do was push a single button for it to work, but somehow managed to pull the whole thing apart; the wires and gadgets inside were hanging out from both ends. He was a hopeless cause. Yet, somehow, quite a few people seemed to forget this fact and continued to let the teenager touch various types of items, all of which met their doom soon after. Even though you were Shin’s best friend, you were one of the people who often forgot that he was technology challenged.

You sat away from the football field, far enough where you could only faintly hear the sounds of their practice. You were sitting under a rather large tree and playing Need for Speed Most Wanted on the PSP. It was your favorite video game and you were close to beating it.

Being lost in the race, you failed to notice the male sitting next to you on the ground, leaning back against the same tree. His navy blue eyes looked over your shoulder at the game in your hands.

“Shit,” You muttered, pausing the game to pull out the vibrating phone from your pocket. “Why the hell is Hiruma calling me?” You handed the game to Shin. “Can you finish that race for me?”

“Hai.” He took the black system from your hands, blinking down at it as if it was some alien object he had never witnessed before.

You pressed the talk button on your phone before pressing it to your ear. “What do you want, bastard?”

“Well, if it isn’t the bitch.” He laughed, his voice laced with amusement. “You busy tomorrow? I got a job for you and lizard boy.”

“Hmm. Not really.” You grunted, wondering what hell her and Rui would be put through.

“Great! Stop by Deimon after school tomorrow. I’ll be waitin’ for ya, and don’t be late, bitch! Ya-ha!” The line went dead and you sighed, flipping it closed and sliding it back into your pocket.

You turned to the side to ask for the game back but froze at what you saw. He had managed to pull the PSP apart in three different places, various wires and gears sticking out every which way. Shin stared down at it blankly, his voice remaining stoic.

“I think it’s broken.”

Your eye twitched, a tic mark appearing below it. Another appeared on your shaking fist. “You moron!” You growled, hitting him in the back of the head.

He blinked in surprise, watching as you stalked away, fists clenched as you muttered colorful words in an angry matter to the darkening sky. Shin looked down at the device in his hands, his lips pulling down into a deep frown. He felt really bad about making you angry, but it’s not like he did it on purpose. It really was hazardous to let Seijuro Shin touch technology, even for a few seconds.

Read part two here.


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139 Dreams ☁ 8th Dream {Relaxation – Vongola}


☁10th Gen. Vongola☁

“Ahhh. This is the life.” You let a content sigh pass your lips as you sprawled out on the fluffy white sofa, arms stretched out over your head. You closed your eyes, enjoying the cold air that was coming from the air conditioner.

The house was completely silent, the only sound being your breathing and the sound of the AC running. The TV was off and the lights were out, letting the natural glow from outside shine in through the slit in the curtain. It wasn’t bright, but it was sending enough light into the room where you could see perfectly.

This was the first time you had gotten a moment of peace since you first met Tsuna and his family. It had been a wild, unending ride that you were more than thankful to get a break from.

Your body was relaxed, the tension gone, and you finally began to drift off into a quiet peaceful sleep.


“Ahahaha~ Lambo-san has arrived!”

“Get away from Juudaime, stupid cow!”


“Haha~ Now, Now~”

“No-Good-Tsuna! Control your family when you’re in someone else’s house!”

“Ack! R-Reborn-san!”

“Don’t be mean to Lambo-chan, stupid Gokudera!”

“Haru is right.”

“Ahaha~! Bakadera~!”

“Lambo too loud! Need respect home.”

Damn it.

So much for peaceful quiet relaxation…

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Age Is But A Number {Sakaki Taro}


Anime: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: High School Reader x Sakaki
Genre: Humor, Romance, Light Smut

“Hurry up!” Choutarou called, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down the street towards Hyotei Gakuen, the school in which he attended.

“Che. I’d rather take my time and enjoy the few blissful moments of silence I have left before that damned monkey ruins it.”

“You shouldn’t be so mean to Atobe-san!” He scolded lightly.

You scoffed at the honorific. “If he wasn’t such an arrogant annoying monkey, maybe I’d consider it.”

He let out a sigh, knowing he wouldn’t win that particular argument. Finally, you reached Hyotei, the school you hated with a passion; Rikkaidai was a much better school in your opinion. The only reason you agreed to come watch his morning practice was because he is your baby cousin.

Shishido was standing by one of the empty courts, clearly annoyed by the loud screaching of Atobe’s fangirls that had crowded around the self proclaimed ‘King’. Yuushi and the others were ignoring it (which they deserve major credit for). Jirou was sleeping and Sakaki was…well, he was just Sakaki. Shishido looked relieved when the pair of you entered the courts.

“Arn. You’re late, Choutarou.” Atobe stood, pushing past his fan girls and running his hand through his purple locks. This sent his fangirls into a frenzy, like sharks at feeding time.

You rolled your eyes in disgust.

“Sorry, I had to go and get my cousin.” He motioned towards you.

“Ah~ hime-chan~ You’ve come to be awed by Ore-sama’s prowess, ne?”

You scoffed. “If I’m going to be awed by anything, it’ll be your stupidity.”

The fangirls gasped in horror and glared at you in hopes of setting your form on fire.

Atobe’s eye twitched as he attempted to remain calm.

Shishido was smirking and Choutarou was looking between you and Atobe with worry filled eyes; he was always such a worry wart.

“If you came to disturb practice, leave.” Sakaki spoke from his position on the bleacher closest to Atobe’s chair. His leg was folded over the other, arms crossed and eyes closed. “Otherwise, sit down and shut up.”

You scowled at the older man, about to respond with something smart when Choutarou sent you that look. His eyes became bigger and glazed over like he was going to cry. His bottom lip stuck out slightly, showing his dissatisfaction. He really wanted you there to watch his practice.

With a defeated sigh, you walked over and plopped down on the bench next to the uptight older male. Choutarou smiled in gratitude.

Practice went on as usual. Atobe was doing nothing short of sitting in his expensive chair and drinking some odd colored rich bitch drink while critisizing his team members; all of which were working their asses off.

You leaned forward so you could see Atobe on the other side of Sakaki. “Oi, monkey king.”

His eye twitched, but he answered none the less. “Yes, hime-chan?”

“Number one, call me ‘hime’ one more time and I’m going to shove that damned racket so far up your ass, you’ll be walking straight for the rest of your life.” Another, more violent twitch. Sakaki had his eyes on you, as well, clearly not happy about your comment. “Number two, you have no right to criticize them when you’re doing nothing but sitting on your fat ass.”

“Ore-sama is observing.” He retorted, dark eyes narrowed as he chose to ignore the insult to his ass. “It’s the job of a captain.”

You scoffed. “Sure it is. You’re the only captain that observes. All the other captains actually work their asses off with their team. But, I guess someone like you couldn’t understand that.”

He went to retort but stopped when Sakaki stood, grabbing the back of your shirt and dragging you along with him. “Stop standing around!” He ordered.

Immediately everyone went back to practice, except for Choutarou who was sending you worried looks over his shoulder (and Jirou who was still asleep).

Sakaki pulled you with him as he walked to the school, going straight to his office. “Sit.” He commanded.

“I’m not a dog, you know.” You rolled your eyes, taking a seat on the comfy leather couch he had, while he sat in his desk chair. “How long are you going to make me stay here?” You mused, propping your feet on the coffee table.

“Until practice is over.” He answered, his voice full of authority.

“Well, at least your office is comfy.” You murmured, glancing around the spacious office. It was more like a small apartment, really. Lifestyles of the rich and famous entered your mind and you chuckled.

“I’m going to go ahead and warn you.” He turned to you, his eyes cold and hands folded in front of him. “If you keep this up, I will ban you from attending practice and matches.”

You groaned, throwing your head back to stare at the ceiling. “Do you even know how much will power it takes not to say anything to him?” His eyes narrowed at you and you groaned again. “Ugh. Fine, fine. For Chou-chan’s sake.”

Twenty minutes in and you were bored out of your mind. “Hey Sakaki? I’m bored.”

“Not my problem.” He was looking over some papers on his desk.

With a scoff, you stood up and walked over to him, leaning on his shoulder so you could read the paper he held in his hand. You could feel him tense and you blinked. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“No.” Was his simple reply, voice devoid of any and all emotion.

“Okay then.” You paused. “Mind if I ask you a question?” He grunted and you took that as a yes. “How old are you? Me and the others were talking about it, because not one of us knows.”

“How old do you think I am?”

“Errr…” You pulled away, moving around to sit on the side his desk. “Late twenties, early thirties?”

He shook his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Fourty-three.”

“Dude, you do not look forty-three.” You blinked, leaning closer to get a better look at him.

Something flashed through his brown eyes and he reached forward, grasping your wrists and pulling you down onto his lap so that you were straddling him. Your eyes widened when his lips pushed roughly against your own, hands clasped tightly around both of your wrists.

You didn’t know how to react.

He smirked, pressing his lips against yours once more as he whispered your name in a husky tone. The way he said it… it was strangely arousing.

Without thinking, you crashed your lips to his, freeing your hands from his grasp and running them through his brown hair. His hands moved down to your waist, pulling your body closer to his own.

This should have been wrong.

The age difference was huge.

But, somehow, it seemed… right.

You groaned in pleasure when his head slipped under your shirt, rubbing your stomach gently, the cold metal from his ring sending shivers down your spine.

You had known Taro Sakaki since you first visited Hyotei three years ago. You were never friends, but mere acquaintances. You never would have expected it to turn out like this, but you’re glad it did. So what if the age gap was huge. Since when was love measured by numbers?

Age is nothing more than a set of numbers. They mean nothing when it comes to Love. And even if everyone else thought it was wrong, you were more than happy to tell them to piss off. In your eyes, and in his, it was right.

It was true love.

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8 Mile {Alfred Jones/America}


America came bursting through the front door of his house, panting heavily with sweat dripping from his blonde locks. Despite this, he was still wearing his bomber jacket.

You blinked at the male country. “What’s your problem?”

“I just… ran 8 Miles…” He huffed, falling onto the cold wooden floor with a soft thud.

Who, in their right mind, would run eight miles in one hundred degree weather? Alfred, apparently. But, he’s never really been in the right mindset, anyway.

You moved to hover over the fallen sweaty form, eyebrow raised. “What the hell’d you do that for?”

“Because I…” huff “wanted to learn how to rap…!” He exclaimed, grinning up at you.

“Say… what, now?” You cocked your head to the side, trying to figure out what nonsense this crazy dumbass was spewing.

“Remember that movie… with Eminem?” He managed to push himself into a sitting position, having regained some of his normal hyperactive energy. His blue orbs were twinkling like that of a child on Christmas morning.

“Yeah… so?”

“They call it 8 Mile for a reason, obviously! That reason is simple. Eminem is a great rapper, don’t cha think? Clearly, the name is referring to Eminem walking 8 Miles in order to become such an awesome rapper!” He exclaimed with excitement, grabbing onto the bottom of your shirt.

You sweatdropped. “So… if you walk 8 Miles… you think you can rap?”

“Of course! That’s what the movie is implying, right?!”

Epic Facepalm.

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A-Z Challenge : Duck {Shinya Yanagizawa}


Author’s Note: The lack of Shinya gifs really upsets me okay. Like, this is legit the only one I could find @_@

Duck – Shinya Yanagizawa

“Shinya.” You poked said boy’s cheek.

“What, dane?” He slapped your hand away when you attempted to poke him a second time.

“I have a question.” You took his silence as a sign to continue. “Why do you sound like a duck?”

Yuuta’s hand shot to his mouth as he tried to cover his laughter, making him miss the ball that Mizuki had served his way.

Shinya’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Seriously, when I look at you, I think of ducks! But, that’s not neccessarily a bad thing.” You told him, cocking your head to the side.

He scowled. “I do not look like or sound like a duck, dane!”

“Actually. She’s right.” Atsushi agreed as he walked by.

He scowled deeper and the St. Rudolph team let out a loud roar of laughter.

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A-Z Challenge : Chocolate Cake {Masaharu Niou}


Chocolate Cake – Masaharu Niou

“Uh… Niou?”


“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m baking a chocolate cake! Puri~” He looked over his shoulder, flashing you a grin.

“Since when did you know how to bake?” You cocked an eyebrow, moving to lean on the counter next to him.

He frowned. “I don’t.”

You stared at the strange concoction he had created and sweatdropped. “Niou?”


“Remind me never to eat your cake.”

He blinked. “Why? Puri~”

“I’m pretty positive chocolate cake isn’t purple…”

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It’s A Fucking Conspiracy! {Tenipuri Crack Shot}


Pairing: None

Genre: Crack, pure unbelievable crack

Warnings: Bad language, kiddies beware!

Note: The events described below of the computer incidents actually DID happen to me several years back and inspired me to write about it featuring my favorite characters from Rikkai~

“You’re crazy~” Niou was lying on your bed, propping himself up on his elbows as his aqua orbs followed his best friend as you paced back and forth.

“It’s not crazy, Niou.” You scoffed, sending a mild glare towards your companion. “It’s a fucking conspiracy!”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Marui was sitting next to Niou, legs crossed indian style with a bag of pink and blue cotton candy in his lap. He pinched off a piece of the blue sugar and popped it in his mouth. “Computers can not conspire against humans, baka!”

“Bullshit! Wasn’t there once a prophecy about robots taking over all of humanity?”

“You’re thinking of I, Robot, puri~”

“We’re not even talking about robots! We’re talking about a laptop.”

“It still counts damn it!”

“No, it doesn’t!”

“Yes, it does!”

“Does not!”

“Does so!”




The three Rikkaidai students turned their attention to the doorway of your bedroom where the yell had come from. Sanada was glaring at the pair of you, eyes narrowed in annoyance while Yukimura stood beside him with a small, gentle smile on his face. “What’s going on in here?”

You and Marui exchanged glances.

Niou chuckled, amused by the childish antics of his friends. “She’s convinced that her laptop is conspiring against her.”

“Are all high schoolers that dimwitted?” Sanada commented, leaning against the now closed bedroom door with his arms folded over his chest.

You scowled, glaring at the younger male. “Fuck you!”

“Dear,” Yukimura called, his tone calm but with a slight undertone of warning; he never did like it when you used such language. “Explain to me why you think that.”

“Gladly! It all started about two years ago…”


≀ Incident #1 – New Laptop ≀

It was your 15th birthday and you had been given the gift of a brand new Toshiba laptop. You were happy, naturally, since you had been wanting one for a long time.

Not even a week after you received it, you began to experience trouble with it. However, being the stubborn fool person you are, you simply shrugged it off with the thought, “It will eventually go away”, a lot like any medical problem you have.

Anyway, as time passed, the problems with the computer got worse until, finally, the stupid piece of crap thing stopped working and would not even turn on. So, you took said object to your local electronics store where the geeks could handle it, and find out what the problem was. Of course, you had the thought in mind that it may be a virus, but you seriously doubted that thought.

After weeks of hell waiting, you finally got your computer back. Apparently, the hard drive had gone bad, or some stupid shit such as that.

Despite the fact that all of your shit was gone from said stupid object, your computer was back and working. You were satisfied.

≀ Incident #2 – Internet Problems ≀

You had gotten an AT&T wireless laptop internet card. Now, it was good and it worked. Though, it was quite slow, you didn’t mind it. As long as it was internet, you were fine. However, said internet liked to cut off randomly and would not come back unless you completely shut down the computer and restarted it – and this didn’t always solve the problem.

Now, it was extremely annoying having to close down everything you were working on to restart it, get it working just for it to stop again 5 minutes later.

Finally, after many varying priced bills and annoying phone calls, you switched to a different internet provider. It was faster, more reliable, and happened to not cut off. You were happy once more.

≀ Incident #3 – More Computer Problems ≀

It’s almost like it had a mind of its own. One minute the CD/DVD drive is working, the next it’s not. It freezes constantly, is slow as shit and likes to piss you off by NOT WORKING.

Now, this often makes you feel like slamming your head against the wall, but you refrain and grind your teeth, trying to keep your bad temper under wraps.

≀ Incident #4 – Power Cord ≀

Now, you knew from the very beginning that Toshiba was a piece of shit, especially after all of the problems that you’ve had since day one. But you never expected the power cord to go berserk, as well. It started out where the cord only worked when you played with it and moved it to a certain angle. No big deal.

But then it started to get harder to get it to work, no matter what position you held it in. The problem, you guessed, was a short in the wiring just at the base of the tip that connected to the computer, not the plug. Anyway, it was fine, as long as it worked.

Until one day, when you moved it in an attempt to get it to work. You didn’t expect what happpened next.

The power cord shocked you and burned the palm of your hand, leaving a pure black mark in its wake. You had cursed in pain, unplugging the object and quickly throwing it on the ground. It had hit your cat, who was sitting in front of you. From there, it sparked and attempted to catch on fire. You unplugged it before that could happen.

Despite the pain in your hand and the annoyance you felt towards the cord, Toshiba refused to do anything. Sure, they put the case on high priority, but they never did shit about it, and they probably never will.

Now, the evidence is gone, and there’s no proof to show that the cord was dangerous in any way.

≀ Incident #5 – Sharing ≀

It was annoying having to share one cord between two laptops, one belonging to a college student while the other belonged to a person who had no life.

It didn’t help that the computer died within less than 10 minutes of no power (when it’s supposed to last around 6 hours). Only about 5 minutes after the other person took the cord, your computer died. And so, you were left to sit in your room with nothing to do. It was agonizing.

In the end, you managed to get another – universal – power cord, that worked on any computer; it had different attachments according to different brands.

Everything was fine and dandy once more.

≀ Incident #6 – Internet Cord ≀

Cruel fate?

Proof that life is indeed a bitch, just like it’s counterpart, Karma?

A sick joke, played out to someone’s amusement?

Did they know that you had no life and wanted to see just what would happen should they take away the one thing your life pretty much surrounds?

Apparantly, someone was seriously enjoying your misery.

One of the small wires inside of the ethernet cable connected to the modem somehow managed to snap; seriously, what are the chances of that? Now, when you fiddled with it, you managed to make the wires touch again and the internet worked… until you moved and it’d cut off again. Much like the power cord incident, if you messed with it, you could get it to work. This time, no matter what you did, you just couldn’t get it to work. Instead, you said “screw it” and went to bed.

≀ Incident #6.5 – Internet Cord (Part 2) ≀

Thankfully, you managed to get a new ethernet cord…. the problem this time? It was too short, and you honestly did NOT feel like sitting in the closet just to use your computer. So, you went back and got the only longer one they had, which happened to be a used one.

It worked and you now have internet without a problem, but you can’t help but wonder, “How long will it last? And what disaster will happen next?”

A very good question indeed.

.::*::. .::*::. .::*::. .::*::.

“Do you see? Do you see what I mean? What’re the chances of that?!” You fell down on the bed in between Marui and Niou, lying on your back and letting out an exasperated sigh.

“When you put it that way… it does kind of sound like a conspiracy against you. Almost like the computer is recruiting the others to piss you off.” Marui commented, popping another piece of cotton candy into his mouth while absent mindedly staring up at the ceiling.

“And it’s working!”

Yukimura sighed, his hand resting on his forehead in a ‘facepalm’ position. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his head throbbing from the tale that you had told. He couldn’t help but wonder, what was wrong with you?

“It’s probably just a coincidence.”

Coincidence? Come on, Yuki!” You sat up. “How can all of that just be coincidence?!”

“Maybe it’s you. You have been known to destroy things fairly easily, with that temper of yours.” Sanada commented.

You glared at him, eyes narrowing. “Why the hell are you even here?”

He scoffed, dark eyes narrowing in a glare that rivaled your own. “You don’t honestly expect us to believe such a ridiculous tale, do you? Sorry, but Middle Schoolers are not as stupid as you high schoolers.”

“Why you – !” Niou grabbed onto you before you could even get up, his arms wrapped securely around your neck and his legs rested over your own so that you couldn’t move. Niou was one of the very few people who could control your temper. Yukimura and Tezuka were a few others.

“We need to think of this rationally.” Yukimura sent you a look, making your scoff and look away. Niou’s grip remained, just to be safe.

“Is this going to turn out like that transformers movie?” Marui questioned.

“Now that is stupid.”

“Oh come on! She talks about a computer conspiracy only targeting her and I’m the crazy one?” Marui scoffed, stuffing more of the sugary treat into his mouth with a scowl.

You glared at him. “Stuff it, Pinkie.”

“My hair is not pink! It’s Fuchsia!”

“It’s pink.”


“Knock it off.” Yukimura commanded, causing the pair to quiet down almost immediately. It didn’t stop the glares from being exchanged, though. “It’s most likely just a string of bad luck. It’ll pass.”

“Did you break any mirrors recently~?” Marui teased, poking your arm. You slapped his hand away.

Sanada, who had enough of the bickering, walked over and slapped both of you on the back of the head. “This is ridiculous and is getting us nowhere.”

“Where’s there to get? She’s nuts!”

“Keep talkin’ pinkie, and you’ll find out just how nuts I am.”

He stuck his tongue out at you in a taunting manner.

“Do you guys hear that? Puri~” Niou pulled away himself away from you, standing up and searching the room for the static noise he heard. The search led him to the closed laptop on the desk behind Yukimura. “Is it on?”

“No.” You responded cautiously, moving to stand next to him.

Yukimura turned around in the chair and opened the computer. He jumped in surprise, after being shocked by the computer that now had the full attention of everyone in the room. The screen blinked several times before settling to white. A large, bold L appeared, followed by a distorted voice.

“We are here for the simple purpose of taking over humanity. We will destroy you all.”

After a few minutes of near deafening silence, Marui screamed like a girl and ran from the bedroom, clutching his cotton candy and yelling something about decepticons.

“Well, that was one hell of a delayed reaction.” You muttered, staring at the door.

“Should… we be worried?” Niou cocked his head to the side, his finger resting on his chin as he stared at the computer with a thoughtful look.

“Yukimura?” Sanada questioned, wanting the opinion of his beloved Buchou.

Without a word, Yukimura stood up, turned and left the room, slamming both the bedroom and front door. The three remaining Rikkaidai students exchanged glances before scrambling to follow after Yukimura.

✦ Elsewhere ✦

The large shinigami male let out a roar of laughter as he lay in front of L’s computer.

How did he manage to get into the room? Who knows.

How is he able to use a computer? Who gives a damn.

How did he even know how to use a computer? Well, he is Light’s shinigami.

Where the hell was L while Ryuk had his fun? Trying to talk Light into going and getting him some sweets.

In the words of Shuichiro Oishi, What kind of world do we live in?