Wednesday, 24 May 2017

Jokes and Fate

The mindless chatter from the students around him annoyed him. Their words just seemed to be the perfect recipe to incite a migraine – throbbing dully, aching his very skull. It’s no wonder why a scowl seemed to be permanently etched upon his features.

He was trudging along with his bag pack slung over his left shoulder, his fingers busy dancing across the surface of his phone when he was forced to a stop abruptly by a mass that occupied the pathway before him. Just as he was about to spit out a string of carefully selected choice words, he was drowned out by what sounded like shrieking to him.

He found it hard to raise his head, it was as though the dread he was feeling, was physically weighing him down. The mass of girls before him was just not the thing he needed this early in the morning; the person inciting the mass hysteria even more so.

“He Tian, do you wanna hang out after school?”

“Sorry, I’ve got a game after.”

“Aw! Can we come and watch you play?”

Grey met red and Mo Guan Shan wished he slept in this morning.

“Sure. Everyone is invited.”

Averting his eyes quickly, Mo Guan Shan lowered his head and navigated through the obstruction before him with renewed purpose. From his peripheries, Mo Guan Shan spied the numerous strings of red dangling off the different fingers; some were just short lengths of red, others stretching away as far as the eye can see, and the rarest of them all: the red string could be seen connecting loosely between two people.

For as long as he could remember, Mo Guan Shan could always see the little red string that tied people together. He was lucky that growing up, the red string that was looped around his mother’s delicate pinky, was also looped around the thicker rougher pinky belonging to his father. Even after his father was sentenced to jail, the times they got to visit him, Mo Guan Shan could still see the red string connected between his parents.

Other couples were not so lucky. 

When he was younger, and his father was still out and about in society, his aunt from his mother’s side used to always visit them on the weekends. One day, she came by with her husband and Mo Guan Shan had innocently voiced out that the red string hanging from his aunt’s finger did not match that from his uncle. A few weeks after that, his aunt had dropped by utterly inebriated, yelling and throwing curse words in his direction – calling him a freak, accusing him of spoiling her marriage when she was the one cheating on his uncle.

After that incident, Mo Guan Shan learnt that some things were meant to be kept a secret.

And this was one of them.

An arm throwing itself across his shoulders jarred him out from his memory. Dread pooled at the bottom of his gut as he turned his head to see He Tian bestowing his prize-winning smile at him.

“What. Do. You. Want.” Mo Guan Shan snapped as he shrugged off the arm, his eyes following the short red length that was looped around the other boy’s finger.

“Can’t I just say hello to my dear friend?” He Tian replied smoothly, replacing his arm back on, bringing his other arm up to run his fingers through his messy bed hair.

“Who the fucks your friend!” Huffing, Mo Guan Shan twisted himself out from He Tian’s grasp and was about to stalk off when his momentum was forced to a stop and the world turned on itself in his eyes.

Stunned, Mo Guan Shan watched as He Tian settled himself into a squat before him, a dangerous glint flashing across his eyes.

“You know, you should really watch your language when you’re speaking to me.”

Mo Guan Shan felt a pit open up in his stomach as fear rippled slowly across his entirety. He Tian frightened him whenever he got serious because Mo Guan Shan could never read him. He Tian was an enigma; he had fenced himself off so securely, nothing was getting through to him. Mo Guan Shan’s pride forced him to swallow his fear and was just about to fire back a retort when a hand reached down and pulled He Tian backwards.

The black-haired boy fell on to his haunches and rolled onto his back. If Mo Guan Shan wasn’t so afraid of said boy, he would have allowed the laughter that was threatening to erupt from his lips free. Instead, he felt his own body go rigid and his eyes go wide as the tension in the air soared to new levels. The shock in He Tian’s eyes transiting into fury as his sights travelled up to Jian Yi who was trying to hide himself behind his childhood friend.

Although he had only recently just started to hang out with them – albeit reluctantly –, Mo Guan Shan had watched as the faint red line that ran from Jian Yi’s finger to Zhang Zheng Xi’s solidified over the weeks.

The red string that had been looped around Zhang Zheng Xi’s finger had started out being long, stretching out, further than Mo Guan Shan was bothered to follow; indicating that Zhang Zheng Xi’s soulmate was out there in the world somewhere. He could however see a second red string around his finger, ending on Jian Yi. This second string had been very thin, very faint, and it looked as though it was going to fray and break off at any time.

But it changed overnight.

For a while now, the string had looked like it was on the verge of breaking – it was becoming thinner and fainter – and the next, only one solid red string was left looped around Zhang Zheng Xi’s finger and this time, Mo Guan Shan could see the person the other end of the string was tied to. That day, Jian Yi’s eyes were visibly swollen and the atmosphere between the two friends had been awkward. Jian Yi was actively trying to avoid Zhang Zheng Xi while the latter was actively seeking out the former.

After the entire fiasco of Jian Yi getting kidnapped, Mo Guan Shan now noticed a new sheen to the red string between the two childhood friends. When he was sure no one was noticing him, Mo Guan Shan had rolled the string between his fingers. Most strings he had touched felt just as how string was supposed to feel, soft and malleable. But the texture of the string between Jian Yi and Zhang Zheng Xi had morphed – no longer was it soft; it felt like wire, still capable of bending but it unable to be broken that easily anymore.

It was the same as the string that connected his parents together.

Mo Guan Shan watched as He Tian locked Jian Yi’s head between his body and his arm, his other hand forming a fist with his third knuckle digging painfully into Jian Yi’s scalp. He did not miss the slight twitch on Zhang Zheng Xi’s fingers before he pulled the pair apart, promptly rescuing Jian Yi from his well-deserved punishment.

“Yah! Red! Can’t you handle your man better??” Jian Yi cried out, his palm rubbing circles on the sore spot on his scalp.

“Who the fucking chicken dick is my man!” “Hey, get your facts right, he belongs to me, not the other way ‘round.”

Two voices rang out at the same time, and Mo Guan Shan could only stare incredulously at the taller boy before sticking both his middle fingers right before He Tian’s smug features.

“Fuck you!”

“I know you want to.”

Mo Guan Shan threw one last exasperated glare in the direction of his nemesis before the bell rang signaling the start of classes, and that all four of them were now considered late.


“The other party is someone who is gentle, caring and understanding? What nonsense is this…”

“Talking about me?”

Mo Guan Shan finally understood what the phrase heart in one’s mouth finally meant. It felt as though his soul had tried to leave his body when the very familiar voice sounded from his balcony.

“MA!! WHY IS THIS PERSON HERE?!” Mo Guan Shan could hear the tremble in his voice as he tried to settle the organ that was threatening to break free from his ribcage.

He had only been in the shower for less than ten minutes and somehow, the walking apocalypse still managed to stroll leisurely into his home, bedroom and win over his mother without Mo Guan Shan realizing. Worst of all, said apocalypse was going to have dinner in his home, with his mother and him.

Mo Guan Shan knew that it was futile to argue with He Tian, but he could not stop himself. His mouth seemed to love the idea of mouthing off to this mafia kid – literally – and getting death glares shot his way. Mo Guan Shan was resigned to the fate that He Tian was going to be having dinner in his home with his mother and him, but he did not need to have He Tian hanging near him until then.

Clicking his tongue, Mo Guan Shan was about to kindly show He Tian the way out of his room when the latter order him to turn around. His gut instinctively told him to do as He Tian said but his pride and ego refused to obey the other boy’s words.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

As soon as those words left his lips, Mo Guan Shan could taste the aftertaste full of regret on his tongue. He Tian, who had settled himself on the edge of Mo Guan Shan’s bed shot up without warning, his hand encircling swiftly behind Mo Guan Shan neck and soon Mo Guan Shan could taste his bedsheets in his mouth.

“I told you to turn around.”

Mo Guan Shan could hear He Tian fiddling with something he had retrieved from his pocket. Mo Guan Shan instinctively tried to struggle because he was unable to turn his body to face the dark-haired teen.

“Hey! What do you think you are doing?!”

He could feel a layer of cold sweat break across his naked upper body as a He Tian shoved something soft and cool onto his ear lobe. The pressure across his back lifted and Mo Guan Shan flipped himself around as quickly as he could to keep He Tian within his sight.

“Earring for you,” He Tian whispered, his fingers wrapping around Mo Guan Shan wrist when he removed the small stud from his ear. “You better take good care of it. If you have the balls to throw it out--”

Infuriated by the condescending tone, Mo Guan Shan shot a defiant glare at the teen above him, pulled back his arm and threw the stud out towards the balcony. The stud bounced off his balcony door with a soft ‘ping’ and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Regret was a funny thing. Mo Guan Shan could give piss about it one moment and yet be filled with it to the brim in the next. Above him, He Tian had Mo Guan Shan’s both arms locked between them and judging from the pain emanating from his left cheek bone, Mo Guan Shan surmised that He Tian was not going to let him go until he replaced the stud in his ear.

“Wanna die?”

“I’ll go get it back! Right now!” Mo Guan Shan cried out as he struggled from beneath.

So that was how Mo Guan Shan ended up half naked, sprawled on all fours in his little front garden with his head almost levelled with the earth trying to spot the little stud from before. From his periphery, he could see He Tian standing before the door with his arms crossed over his chest watching him carefully, his features hidden in the shadow of his fringe.

“You could help ya know.” Mo Guan Shan grumbled as he pushed himself onto his heels, staring at the vicinity of the other boy’s eyes.

“You threw it, you find it.” Came the reply.

Grumbling noisily to himself, Mo Guan Shan rolled his eyes at the other teen before prostrating himself against the earth once more. Grumbling some more, Mo Guan Shan was about to right himself up and give up when he felt a presence get down next to him. He turned and watched in surprise as He Tian mirrored him and got down onto all fours with his head low trying to spot the little earring.

“I know, this body is irresistible.” He Tian chuckled after seeing Mo Guan Shan’s stare.

“Hah! That flower bush attracts me more than you do.” Mo Guan Shan countered, a blush painting his face after getting caught by He Tian for staring.

“Oh really now?”

Mo Guan Shan was about to turn and check a spot that was further away from He Tian when he felt arms sliding under him. It was as though he was weightless as the owner of those arms lifted him effortlessly.

“What in chicken dick’s name are you tryin--” Mo Guan Shan had barely managed to finish his sentence when He Tian released him into the flower bush he had pointed out before.

Mo Guan Shan felt the thin branches give way beneath his weight but did not have enough time to react as his entire focus was on He Tian. He Tian who had stretched himself out above Mo Guan Shan’s body, his arms stretched out on either side of Mo Guan Shan’s head, propping his body just slightly above Mo Guan Shan.

“Didn’t you say you were attracted to this bush? Now that it’s out of the picture, what do you think is the next most attractive thing here?”

“HUH? The hell you tryna do! Get off me!” Sputtering, Mo Guan Shan placed both his arms between their torsos and was about to push the other boy off him when He Tian shushed him.

Mo Guan Shan’s counter died on his tongue as his gaze followed that of He Tian’s, finally landing on the offending culprit: the stud from before was lying just centimeters away from Mo Guan Shan’s head.

“Heh. See what I do for you?” He Tian laughed as he picked up the stud in his fingers and gave it a blow.

It was funny how time seemed to slow down at this point. Mo Guan Shan watched in silent reverie as He Tian’s hand moved closer towards him and how acutely aware he was of the knee that was now between his thighs and the distance that was between their faces was decreasing ever so slightly. With bated breath, he remained as still as he could while He Tian guided the stud gently back into his right earlobe before the boy leaned back onto his knees to admire his work.

Because of the close proximity and weird position they had been in, and the uncharacteristically gentleness from the boy before him, Mo Guan Shan felt the blush that had abated from before return in full force. He was just glad that it was too dark out for He Tian to see the colour of his cheeks.

It felt like an eternity had passed before the moment was broken by Mo Guan Shan’s mother opening the front door, a hint of playfulness filtered across her eyes as a sweet smile broke across her lips. The remnants of a slight chuckle still painted her words as she announced that dinner was finally ready.

If Mo Guan Shan thought his cheeks were burning just now, he was sure his entire face, tips of his ears and upper torso were all crisp by now. He shoved He Tian away from him as he pushed himself up. He ignored the black-hair teen that had a playful smirk etched on his face and eyed the indent he had made in the flower bush. It was going to take weeks if not months for the bush to repair itself.

A constant reminder.

Another wave of choice words escaped his lips before he had time to stop himself as he patted the dirt off his sweatpants and dusted the palm of his hands. He kicked opened his front door softly – or he would just get it from his ma – and made his way begrudgingly towards the kitchen. He could hear He Tian close the front door behind him and follow him to the kitchen sink, situating himself right next to Mo Guan Shan as they washed their dirtied hands side by side.

He Tian was saying something about how the food smelled better than anything he had ever smelled before but Mo Guan Shan soon found that he was no longer paying any attention to what the boy next to him was saying.
Instead, his entire focus was stuck on the very faint thin red string that was looped around his pinky, connecting him to He Tian.


Monday, 30 May 2016

Colour me bRight

It is the year MSCHJ-876 (Modernised-Scientific-Calendar-of-Hubris-Jaeger 876): 876 years after the outbreak of the manmade super-virus KJW1B1x created during the Scientific Boom in what later became known as the Virus War. First produced by the Unified Kingdom of Korea (UKK) under the rule of Kim Jong Un-8653 in defiance to the Anti-Biochemical Warfare Code and further enhanced by the combined efforts of the United State of the New Soviet Union (USNSU) and the Republic Frontier Kingdom (RFK) – once known as Africa.

KJU1B1x was radioactively enhanced and was soon resistant to all known anti-viral drugs. In an effort to keep the KJU1B1x super-virus contained, The New Republic of Singapore (TNRS) and the European Domain (ED) organised a stealth mission to remove the super-virus from the RFK, only to have it get released by the RFK in retaliation.

KJU1B1x was immediately contained in RFK by sinking the continent into the sea. The various governments enforced strict travel bans and shut down all borders within their country lines in an effort to prevent the spread of KJU1B1x.

Even after the drastic measures that were undertaken to keep KJU1B1x contained, it took 6 years for the first symptoms to finally appear.

It was barely noticeable at first: children born after the virus was released, started to lose their sight early into life. It started out with cataract-like formations over the irises – these were able to be surgically removed -, followed by irreversible ulceration of the cornea and clouding of the pupils. The population born after the outbreak were slowly going blind with the newer generations losing the ability to see immediately after birth.

As the years went by, the older generation were left to wither and die away without being able to explain to their off-springs what Seeing was. They could not explain the rising of the sun nor the crashing of the waves. They could not describe the green grass or the yellow of the stars.

How do you explain to someone, things they have never seen nor ever will see?

And in MSCHJ-76x1225, the very last of the Seeing People died leaving behind a world of darkness. 

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Lamb in the Tigers' Den: Prologue

It was an immensely hot day in the middle of summer; with temperatures rising above 38oC. The humidity was high due to the torrential rain during the past two days – the perks of being in a tropical country; unpredictable climate. Heat waves streamed up from the heated concrete road accompanied by the constant symphony of buzzing of flying insects, chirping crickets and the occasional rustling of the trees.

Yue stopped mid-trek, lowering herself to a squat. Sighing in defeat, she quickly made her way into the shadows of the trees by the side of the road and settled herself onto the mud. Pulling her canteen from her backpack, she cursed to no one in particular at the bad luck she had when her car decided to break down in the middle of the bloody mountain. It was bad enough that she had to be out of the comfort of her hotel on a day as hot as today and now she had to make her way up the mountain on a route designed for vehicles – that meant no rest-stops, vending machines or emergency phone booths.

Following the trail up the mountain would take her another two hours or so, perhaps longer considering the number of stops she had to take to get herself out of the unrelenting sun. One thing she was glad of was that before her trip to this rural town, she had chopped off her waist long hair in preparation for her upcoming role.
Yue was an actress-in-training. Well, she likened herself to one. To put it more accurately, Yue was a stunt double. She had already starred in a handful of motion blockbusters – as the stars’ stunt doubles to be precise. Her upcoming role was for a movie that was set in ancient china, in a Shaolin monastery and it required her to be able in basic Chinese Wushu.

The main reason why she was trekking up a mountain at eleven in the morning trying to reach the summit where a traditional Chinese martial arts dojo was located, that allowed her to video tape the lessons and copy the theory books.

Gulping down mouthfuls of water, she checked Googlemaps on her cell phone. Besides following the trail up the mountain, Googlemaps presented another way up - although it was not advised to. The terrain and slope of the mountain was unmapped, but it was possible to hike upwards through the jungle that covered the main bulk of the mountain.  

It was almost noon, and the sun was reaching its highest point of the day. That meant that if she took the vehicle trail, she would have the sun burning directing down upon her, whereas if she went into the jungle, she would have lots of canopy protection. The thought of getting out of the sun made her giddy with glee as she replaced her canteen into her backpack and stood up dusting her backside.
Up and into the jungle it is.

Life as a stunt double was good. The exposure was good. The experience was important. Best of all, the pay was supremely enchanting. Sure, the risks involved in being a stunt double were high, but that was what insurance was for wasn’t it? Yue had met her biological parents once before – they were a nice couple, but they did not regret dumping Yue at the door of the orphanage. Yue was fine with that, truly, to put it bluntly, she was thankful to a certain extent; because the decision made by her parents when they were younger had moulded her into someone independent; someone who was capable of living life for herself.

Checking back against Googlemaps once again, Yue noted that although she was still far, the ground she had covered on this route would have taken her an additional half an hour on the vehicle’s pass. Smirking at her own wit, Yue bit her tongue a second after, having tripped over an exposed root and dropping her phone into the thick understory.

“Damn it!”

She riffled through the understory trying to spot her phone and a glint from her right made her thank the heavens that the sun was shining. Reaching for the little device, the ground beneath her foot shifted all of sudden. Grasping the little device in her palm, Yue stifled a scream as she tumbled headlong into the understory and was shocked to find that it was deeper than she had expected it to be.

Landing hard onto her left shoulder, Yue winced as a dull ache started to throb from within the bone. Sitting upright, Yue checked her phone and was relieved to see that it was still working albeit without any signals. She patted about her body to spot any other injuries and released the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. Looking up, Yue tried to spot the route that she had fallen from but was surprised to see the white of a building.

Confusion wrecked at her brain as she stood up – how had she reached the dojo if she had fallen downward? Dusting herself slightly, Yue replaced her cell phone into her side pocket and made her way towards the building.

She froze mid-step when she felt a foreign hand land on her bruised shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

“Stop right there.”

Thursday, 23 January 2014

Lion Princess and Snake Prince

Had the sudden urge to continue this short (?) story of the two. I don't recall how I had planned the story to go on last time, but since the bunnies are around me now, I just thought "Why not?", so here it is! 

Soooo, let's see how I shall continue this Dramione fic eh? 


Her head throbbed dully as she flipped herself around, staring up at the red and gold decorations hanging from the ceiling. A sob escaped her lips as she pulled a pillow over her face - tears leaking from her already swollen eyes. She didn't understand why them of all people would doubt her. They were her best friends. And he was Ron! 

Her heart ached painfully as she let out muffled sobs into the soft cotton. Sitting up abruptly, Hermione threw the pillow across the room; all her frustrations, the misgivings and all the emotions she had pent up were threatening to explode from within her. She walked past the bone-aching heels she had kicked off before throwing herself on the bed and up to the mirror. 

She looked like a wreck. Swollen red eyes, accompanied by a stuffed red nose, smeared eyeliner and streaks of mascara ran down the side of her face. Sniffing slightly, Hermione removed her earrings - those amethyst teardrops which her mother had given her for her 16th birthday - and the many pins she had used to keep her hair in place. 

She pitied the girl in the reflection. The boy she had a crush on just accused her of being a traitor to her own people; her own house; her own family. She was Head Girl, but she had nothing else to her name. She was a mudblood, she was just a nobody. Sighing sadly, Hermione turned away from her repulsive reflection and headed for the bathroom. 

She sank deep into the bathtub; the hot water was comfortable on her skin. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and allowed her thoughts to roam free. She allowed herself to cry once again over Ron. She thought back to all the times she had silently wished for Ron, for him to see how much she loved him. She thought back to when they found out she was Head Girl, how happy they were until they found out who was Head Boy. Even then, the two of them had been supportive; promising her that if Malfoy dared to do anything to her, they would be there to punch his guts out. 

It was all different now. 

She stayed in the tub until the water turned cold and her skin had started to wrinkle. By then, her eyes were even more painful and the headache was throbbing even more. She released the water from the tub and dried herself, changing into her flannel pajamas. Her hair was still silky from the potion she had used for the ball - she ran her fingers through the silken strands, wishing they were like this everyday. She had found a spell to get rid of frizziness from hair, but didn't have the courage to try it out. Until now that is. 

She decided that once the potion wore off, she would cast the spell to her own hair. Wincing slightly from the throbbing in her temples, Hermione brushed her hair swiftly as she exited to the common room, craving for a cup of hot chocolate. 

The fire in the fireplace was low and the entire common room felt a little too homely. The broken shards from the vase laid where she had last saw them - Malfoy was not back yet. She removed her wand from her pocket and muttered the repairing spell non-verbally. She watched as the shards flew back together, piecing themselves back with perfection and speed. Hermione picked the vase up, muttering a soft apology before replacing it on the table top next to the door. 

Sighing again, Hermione looked around the common room. The crests of Gryffindor and Slytherin hung proud from the drapes on the ceiling and walls. If only that were true. She turned away in disgust at the crests - she felt like she didn't belong here anymore. 

She made her cup of hot chocolate and settled down in front of the fireplace. The crackling flames were a comfort to her. She watched lazily as the flames danced around to an unknown rhythm; her eyelids getting heavier with each passing minute. Placing the cooling mug on the carpet next to her, Hermione laid her head against the seat of the armchair behind her, slowly drifting off to sleep. 


Gonna take it real slow now! :/ 

Thursday, 12 December 2013

10-Second Amnesia

10-second Amnesia

A/N Did a oneshot based on the fanart that was wonderfully made by diaemyung on tumblr! Check it out by clicking on the link above! It's awesome and so heartbreaking T_T

Kuroko no Basket is one of my current favourite manga/anime and boyyyy is there seriously alot of fan service for us fujoshis. Hehehehe <3


“Who are you?”

It was just ten seconds – the time taken for Tatsuya to blink once; to take in the situation; to see the car; to even work up the voice to get his attention.

Ten seconds - was all it took.

“I’m a murderer.”

Had he only been quick enough; observant enough – he would have been able to stop it from happening.

The blood in his body ran cold. He lost all feeling in his arms and legs. His ears were ringing slightly and all he could see was red.

Dark red.

Seeping deep within the whites of their jerseys - overwhelming all the other colours.

Overwhelming his purple.  

His vocal chords seared as his voice escaped his lips. He dropped the bags of snacks he had been helping the other carry; his legs working faster and harder than they ever did. He pushed past the by-standers, unable to hear their frantic whispers; their calls for aid – nothing but his dulling eyes had his attention.

Dark red.

It was everywhere. Tatsuya kneeled beside the broken body, his tears streaming freely.

“A-atsushi.. Atsushi! Atsushi!”

His name first came out as a whisper – afraid that even the slightest sound would bring more hurt. Then, it became a sob; repeated over and over and over again – wishing fervently that this was nothing but a nightmare, one that he would be able to wake up from.

“Who are you?”

He reached for paling fingers, grasping them tightly within his own. His vision blurred from the tears that wouldn’t stop. He felt him return a squeeze – as if trying to say “I’m okay”.

“I’m a strayer.”

Strong arms wrapped themselves under his arms and pulled. Tatsuya struggled to escape, unwilling to stray away from him.


Tatsuya sobbed as those arms pulled at him relentlessly. Their contact broke as Tatsuya was pulled back. Tatsuya fought against his restraints, throwing punches and kicks to those who were holding him. But to no avail, he watched as they loaded him into the back of the ambulance; watched as they placed the oxygen mask upon his face; as they shut the doors and as they drove away.

“Who are you?”

Tatsuya stared at the sky; the winter sky was a darker blue and the wind was bitter cold.

Eight months had passed since the accident; and three months since he returned to school. It was as though nothing had changed – life went on per normal for everyone, basketball trainings had continued every day after school, the final year students were mugging for their papers – and yet, everything had changed.

Everything was changing.

Every ten seconds to be exact.  

“I’m your lover.”

Atsushi‘s eyes widened a little before he leaned forward, pulling Tatsuya in an embrace, closing the distance between their lips swiftly.

It was all too familiar. Although his mind could not remember – his body sure did. His tongue licked the other’s lips, seeking entrance. The smooth muscle danced to an unknown tune with the other; longing for more. Atsushi pulled Tatsuya tighter into his embrace, not wanting to let the shorter boy go.

This scent, his scent was all too familiar. This heat, his heat was something he knew very well. And yet he could not remember how or from where.

“Who are you?”

Atsushi stepped back; wondering why he was embracing a stranger.

He watched those sad black eyes blink once as a tear rolled down the side of Tatsuya’s face. A small sad smile grew on the boy’s lips as more tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

A sudden sharp pang hit Atsushi in his chest as he watched the black haired boy give a slight shake of his head as he took a step backwards.

“I’m just a passerby.”

Tatsuya retreated back another step; his heart wrenching painfully. Suppressing the sob that was threatening to escape, Tatsuya gave his beloved purple giant another sad smile as he watch him forget him all over again.


Friday, 25 October 2013

Lamb in the Tigers' Den - Summary

(AU) Our unlikely hero – thrown back into the past that is currently in the middle of a war; forging unbreakable bonds, creating history and even falling in love. A story that spans over millenniums is built upon lies and deceit. Will the need to survive and to return back home overcome the numerous brushes with Death? Step into the shoes of Yue, as she overcomes her inner demons to defeat her enemies. Who are her friends and who are the foes? Who can she trust in a world that made no sense whatsoever?


New story in progress! Been ages since I last wrote a story where the main characters aren't homosexuals. Hehehehe. Pretty excited about this one! Hopefully I will have the drive to finish this piece~!

Friday, 14 June 2013

Dramione.. I think?

The hand that was placed upon his right shoulder twitched as they twirled around once more. Even with her eyes closed, she could already picture the grimace fixed upon those pale lips. She felt her brows knit together as she felt his body stiffen. 

Is it that terrible to dance with me?

She thought silently as she reopened her eyes and looked everywhere except for the grey eyes that were glaring at her. She did not even know that they had to open the dance for the entire student body. As the head girl, she felt that it was her responsibility to not reject anything the school proposed. But this was one of the few times, she wished she had rejected.

He was dressed in a velvet dressrobe. A slick bow-tie adorned his neck, while the tails of the robe danced beautifully behind him as they twirled around the Great Hall. He had left his platinum blonde hair alone today; not one part of his hair was gelled back.

If he were less the prat he were, she might have considered him hot. But as things were, she scolded herself for even thinking about how good-looking he was. No matter how nice the appearance was, she should never judge a book by a cover, much less a Malfoy. 

As they twirled ‘round the dance floor, Hermoine eyes flicked up towards those grey pools of emptiness, she turned away as soon as she saw the look of contempt glaring back at her. 

She was after all just a filthy mudblood. No matter how long had passed, she would still remember the time during her second year where Draco had called her that for the first time. It had pained her to hear those words, even more when rumors of her bloodline started to spread within the entire student body. 

Sure she wasn’t the first muggle-born to be admitted into Hogwarts. But she was indeed the first muggle-born to have invoked such hatred from a certain member of a dignified (to certain extents) pure-blooded family. 

She sighed audibly and decided to tune those bad memories out of her head. This wasn’t the time to remember those dreadful events, especially not when her dance partner was the one who cause those events. 

"What mudblood? Bored of dancing with me?” The young Malfoy hissed, loud enough for only the girl before him to hear. 

Hermoine glared at him and huffed angrily. She really didn’t want her evening to be spoiled by this prat of a head boy opposite her. The said boy led the two of them slowly to a stop as the music ceased to play. He bowed slightly with a sneer painted on those handsome features as she curtsied back to him with a half-hearted smile as the applause from the by-standers grew.   

She turned and strolled away quickly with her head held high. She was a Gryffindor, and no Gryffindor was going to walk away with their head down. She was the Gryffindor Princess, and he was the Slytherin Prince. 

She smiled at her two best friends as she approached them. She was expecting them to comfort her for having to dance with the Malfoy. But the look she got from Ron, told her otherwise. 

"So. Enjoyed dancing with that ferret did you?" The red-head snapped. "And i though you were different from all those Slytherin girls."

"What is your problem Ron? In which way did i look like i was enjoy that?” Hermonie retorted; her eyes starting to sting. 

"You kept smiling, and you kept holding on to him. When did this start Moine? When did you become that traitor? Falling for that Slytherin scum." Ron sneered. 

Harry watched with apprehension as Hemoine struck Ron across the left side of his face. Hermoine looked livid and Ron was dumb-struck, either from the slap or from how Hermoine looked after he said that line. 

Hermoine turned tail and ran. She ran as quickly as she could in high-heels. She ran even though the stitch at her side was hurting badly. 

"Unity." Hermoine called out to the portrait of a bald monk picking fruits.

The portrait swung open to reveal the shared common room decorated with various golden-red, silver-green hangings. She picked the nearest vase by the side of the opening and threw it against the wall and screamed in frustration.

A story I found abandoned in my tumblr's draft page. I have no idea when I started to write this, but damnn, I think my writing then was rather fluid. >_<