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Karate [Feb. 16th, 2007|08:21 pm]
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[music |Hysteria]

Purple belt, bitches, purple belt. I've a black gi now.

Hell ya!

Shannaro!
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Naruto Drabble 1!!!!! [Just in Case] [Feb. 16th, 2007|08:17 pm]
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Old--piece of crap, I know--but humor me, will ya?


Just in Case
By: emeraldoni
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, not me.
Sakura sighed; chin in hand as she looked out upon the dusty deserted street. The sun loomed casting about waves of warmth and heat, tangible in the stagnant air. Sakura fanned herself with her hand, tempted to take something else off in her attempt to cool down. She decided against it. Maybe the Uchiha sector was practically empty most of the time, but she didn’t want to take the chance, just in case. Sighing, she stared up at the pallid blue sky, longing in her heart.
“Sasuke…”
She loved sitting right here, on a random step near the entrance, just in case Sasuke came back early. It had felt like years, years of solitude, years of growth. Ah, she was just being a drama queen though. It hadn’t been that long.
Sakura pulled her shining pink hair back, peeling the sweat soaked strands from her skin and tying them back into a loose ponytail. It was just so goddamned hot. She picked at the bindings around her chest, hoping that maybe she could go home soon and unwind the annoying wrappings. Her skirt had long since ridden up her thighs, revealing as much as modestly possible. The rest of her discarded clothing lay in a bundle next to her, far enough away to get rid of any added heat, which was kind of illogical, but, just in case, she made sure they were a distance from her self.
The cement that had been shaded in the once bitter cold morning was now bright in the sun, and Sakura cursed her body. She really should try to get up and move, she really should go home, but the hope that felt futile glued her rump to the unpadded ground.
“Dammit… this is his entire fault.”
She really shouldn’t subject her self to such pointless torture, but she did anyway. Well, she guessed she would just have to make due.
Sakura relaxed her body, making her body as limp as possible in the hope that maybe the heat would subside, just a bit, if her blood slowed. It didn’t work, and Sakura bet that Sasuke wasn’t warm at all, wherever he was.
Sakura blamed his past, which made him do such unplanned things. Sasuke seemed to be one that would plan and calculate and always be one step ahead of you, just in case. Damn Itachi, the bastard. Sasuke probably was much sweeter before the massacre of his clan. He probably didn’t pull stupid things on a whim, or a feeling of ineptness.
Sakura pulled a face as her belly rumbled. Really, this was just getting too much. She should just go home, make some onigiri, then put the leftovers in the fridge. Waiting for something that probably wouldn’t return in a long time was ridiculous. Unfortunately, her butt was still glued to the searing ground.
Sakura growled as she sneezed at the dust floating about her in a haze, cursing herself for being such a needy bitch. She should have thought up something better to say than ‘I-love-you’ to keep him around. Like that would work. Words didn’t seem to hold much stock in Sasuke’s point of view.
You know what? Damn him and his insatiable appetite. He had to be the best of the best; he had to get the best of the best. Why couldn’t he just be satisfied with what he had, for once?
Naruto had promised her that he would bring Sasuke back, but knowing Naruto he would start a war instead. She should have probably gone out looking for him herself, just in case, but it was too late now.
Sakura thought about primping herself, just in case he came back early in a sick twist of fate, but decided against it. The unlikelihood was too high, and making her self look nice was just too much trouble in the first place. Besides, she was kunoichi and kunoichi weren’t expected to be beauty queens, especially if they had her reputation as a kick ass bitch.
Okay, so maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration.
Sakura wasn’t well known enough to have a reputation, in her opinion.
The sound of plastic crinkling interrupted her musings as her head shot up.
“Ah! Sasuke!”
His face was lowered in a forced, slight scowl, long hair trailing down a neck the shone with a slight sheen of sweat. Okay, so maybe Sasuke was affected by the heat as well.
“What are you doing here?”
Sakura grinned, “Waiting for you! You were taking forever. You shouldn’t have gone out!”
Sasuke raised a dark eyebrow, striding up to her, one hand occupied with carrying the grocery bag, the other pulling her up by the wrist.
“You told me to go out.”
“No I didn’t, I said I loved you.”
Sasuke was silent, bending over to gather her clothes and hang them over his shoulder. How he could still be wearing those dark clothes, Sakura hadn’t a clue, but she figured he should get out of them soon, just in case.
“You should be inside.” Sasuke said, grasping her wrist as he led her down the street, though being far form forceful.
Sakura whined, “Sasuke! I’m not a kid. I can be outside if I want.”
Silence responded to her, accompanied by a scathing glance sent her direction from his coal black eyes. Sakura wanted to do something to get away, just in case, but refrained from taking any action except following his footsteps, just in case.
After the short silence Sasuke finally spoke up, “You may not be a child, but you are certainly carrying mine.”
Sakura smiled as she caught up to Sasuke, who had slowed down slightly, eyes glancing her way once more.
“I want you to be careful he said,” and this time he avoided looking at her, “just in case.”
Sakura laughed, shaking his hand away from her wrist, then grasping it again in her own, entwining their fingers together, despite the heat.
“Okay,” she said, just to appease him, along with the fact that he had gone and gotten some ice-cream for (and, she happened to notice, some tomatoes, apparently they were healthy for babies, in Sasuke’s account).
“Just in case.”
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Half and Half [Feb. 12th, 2007|09:03 pm]
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[Current Location |Middle Earth]
[mood |creative]

There is a mirror, two images pose as one while they stare deep into each others eyes. Eyes so similar. Eyes so different.

Her image moves, and she follows, uncontrollable, invisible strings connected to her own unstable limbs, their heart hanging between them, impaled on a darkened spear. Half is red, half is purple--half is pure, half is rotten.

She whispers something. They whisper something. Eyes glitter, one with pain, the other with tears. Sorrows twist their lips. The heart in-between them beats slightly, a pulse that glows with strings now visible, pale and evanescent.

There is a mirror, an image poses as two while they stare away from one another, reviling the thread that connects them to there selves. Bodies the same. Souls so similar.

Two bodies, one soul.

They tug on the strings, blindingly bright, and the heart tears. The mirror cracks, their faces change. One is hardened and scarred; the other is open and bleeding. So similar. So different.

One is past, the other is future.

They tug and tear, and the heart rips in two. One half is red. One half is purple. One half is pure. One half is rotten. Split down the middle. Mirror images--each hold one half.

One is pure. One is rotten.

One is bleeding. One is scarred.

They both walk away. Mirror images, one in two, two in one, mimicking and reviling the other. There footsteps are the same, the same pace, same distance. Neither looks back.

One is bleeding. One is scarred.

Both of them hold half a heart.
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[Nov. 25th, 2006|11:20 pm]
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[Current Location |In front of the computer]
[mood | apathetic]

1. Name: Ashley
2. Age/Birthday: 17
3. Single or Taken: single
4. Favorite Movie: too many to count, depends on my mood
5. Favorite Song: again, too many, mood, yadda yadda yadda
6. Favorite Band/Rapper/Artist: ".."
7. Favorite Book/Comic Book: "..."
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings: 4 piercings, a plan to get--maybe--a small tattoo
9. Favorite TV Show: "..."
10. Favorite Video Game/Board Game: Final Fantasy


I got this from ... rosweldrmr.
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[Nov. 8th, 2006|11:34 pm]
Oh, yeah, you know the little kitties I got? They're both girls. HA!
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[Nov. 8th, 2006|11:33 pm]
http://www.fanfiction.net/~emeraldoni

That is the link to my FF.net account. I worked all day and had my phys ed test for ROTC. Didnt do as great as I wanted, but... oh well.

I discovered a new site! Newground, or something like that. Has videos and fanflashes etc... Really cool... I love it.

I dont feel like writing much now. Hm.
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[Nov. 7th, 2006|07:24 pm]
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[Current Location |The State of Denial]
[mood | okay]

Here's a little snippet of an original story of mine...


By: emeraldoni


I remember the night that changed my life forever, the night when everything came into a new perspective. I remember how they told me this night would be a special one, a celebration just for me. I didn’t know what they meant then, though I guess now I do. But that night had seemed just like any other. Creatures danced around the large space, some feasting on the generously laden tables, others slipping into the shadowed corners with equally devious partners.

Bright colors, though they were not out of place to me, whirled around the oddly lit hall, making the atmosphere seem light and frilled. I was told later by him that he had never seen anything like it. He said it was like heaven. I didn’t think so, but this is where I grew up. For hundreds of years I had lived in this realm, never to see the outside world.

I knew nothing then. I was completely naïve, as I sat in my small, padded chair. My costume, a different material every night, fell about me in soft waves, dark and lacey. I thought it was quite modest, compared to some of the other outfits, but he often said my clothes hurt his eyes. I never understood why.

Dancers whirled around me on light feet, some with cloves, some clawed, and some adorned with petite slippers. I always liked leaving my feet bare; the floor was soft enough to do so, as long as you had a decent dancing partner. I remember studying the faces around me, some twisted and fierce, gaining amusement from suffering, others were delicate and sharp, faces like mine, otherworldly.

I always found I liked the pixies the best. They would dart around, making comical faces at shocked expressions. Their quick reflexes usually allowed their escape, except for the few times when they were caught, and tortured mercilessly. It made me glad that I wasn’t a pixy. They always seemed to have their wings ripped off.

It was that night when one of the little tricksters came to mock me. I, being an elf of the higher blood, ignored it, of course, but I still couldn’t help but be curious at what it said.

“It looks as though you finally become a real elf tonight, not a stupid little innocent,” It squeaked, buzzing around my coifed head, “Maybe his blood will freeze when he gets near you. Maybe he will lose all emotions since you’re too dumb to have them!”

...

There is a bit more but I dont think people would be interested in reading it. I just wanted to get it out there. Please tell me your opinions and all that.
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[Nov. 7th, 2006|06:49 pm]
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Guess what!

I got my Orange belt in Karate!

Isnt that so cool? My sensei didnt even tell me. He just said, "Come in tomorrow at 3:30."

I had an inkling but I was 100% sure about it. I'm so happy though! Orange belt! Kyaaaaa!

Anyway... phew... I am so tired. I worked all weekened. On saturday Iwas up at 5AM and didnt get to sleep until 1AM the next day. My shift was 6Am to 3PM, then right after I had to go baby-sit. I felt like a zombie.

AND THEN the next day I have to work until ten, and 8 hour shift! Bleh...

Hopefully I'll get paid a lot...

You know what really sucks, though? I might have to get glasses. I had an eye appointment for getting a scholorship for ROTC and learned my eyes are less than great. My right eye couldnt even read the 1st line. Bad bad bad... I've got another appoinment this friday. Sigh....

Ah, well. I was going to rant about something else, but I cant seem to remember what.

It's really rainy here. Like record rains--

Oh! I remember what I was going to ask!

Okay, so here it goes---

If another WWII memorial was built-IN AMERICA-do you think the enemies names should be put on it? You know, like Nazis.

I have a very strong opinion on this, but I want to see what others think...

If anybody actually reads this and comments.

Ah, well, until next time!

~emeraldoni
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Kagome-centric fic [Oct. 24th, 2006|05:22 pm]
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[Current Location |Still in Hell]
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[music |Naruto]

A/N: Here's a little drabble thing I wrote a few months ago. I saw some people put fanfic things up, so I decided I would do so as well. The title is 'Barren' and it revolves around Kagome from InuYasha.


Kagome always knew one day it would end. Her dream, her escapade through life, her unrealistic adventure, it would all come to an end.

The young miko could never predict the future, she could shoots arrows, and study in a battlefield, she could prepare instant ramen without an kitchen appliances, and she could easily walk a few miles without getting too tired. The future, though, it eluded her…

Or maybe it was blatantly obvious, yet she was deluded by her girlish dreams, her hope of something to come of her feudal fairytale.

She should have know, the obscurity of what was to come was so clear now. Kagome had no grand illusions of what she was, and how she was held in the eyes of others. She was just a stupid little girl, one who was never taken seriously.

She had aged now, still young by her times standards, but aged none the less. Her once glittering eyes were laced with crow’s feet, and her once full mouth was left in a thin line.

‘When did I become so bitter?’

Did it begin when Naraku appeared? Or maybe when Kikyo stole a part of her soul. Or maybe it was everything, wrapped up in a clean, terrible little package. Her mother’s death, jii-chan’s death, the loss of her friends.

They had never gotten Naraku. Somehow, in their quest for the jewel shards, the evil being had faded into obscurity. And yet, though he disappeared, Kagome as still riddled with hate for the one who had ruined so many lives. He had certainly destroyed her life.

Everything had led to that fateful day at the well, when she met him.

Why did he have to murder Kikyo? Why did he have to pit the two lovers against one another? Why did he have to rip Kagome’s heart into little shreds, then spit on the scraps.

After she had come back home, after the well was left to gather dust from misuse, after she waited day in and day put for that one special person to fest her back, she would muse. Maybe if the couple had never been torn apart, Kagome would be as she would now, and he would have been reincarnated as well.

They would have met in a high school, maybe rivals in grades, or just two characters chafing against one another, yet they would have grown together. University would have been a storm of dates and parties and cuddling on a coach in a dark room in front of the television.

One night he would kneel before her under a full moon, and pledge his undying love—with a thick blush and a ‘keh’—then ask for her hand in marriage.

They would have been together.

Children would have been produced. They would have aged together. They would have died together.

They would be happy together.

Kagome’s (old) eyes would tear up, and she would sweep these dreams form her mind just as she kept sweeping the shrine steps.

Sometimes she wondered why she tortured herself with keeping the place. Memories filtered through every corner, saturated through every wall. The stones oozed her mothers humming and her grandfathers ranting and the bounce of her brother’s ball. The tree whispered of the inhabitant who once sat in its now barren branches.

She guessed even the tree of decades—Goshinboku—could die. It hadn’t bloomed since she had touched her trembling fingers to that significant scar on its aged bark, and asked for him to come back.

The tree didn’t grant her wish.

He never came back.

To think they could have split up because of a few misfired words. Kagome’s friends were left behind, Shippo was left without family once again… he became a longing in the wind, a treasured memory full of pain and bleeding and shame.

“Forget about it, Kagome.” Souta would say every time he came to visit, “It’s the past. It’s over.”

She tried. Oh, she tried so hard.

Yet it was not meant to be. The tightness of her chest would not unwind; the bleeding of her heart was yet to be staunched.

The broom, the handle rough against her trembling fingers, made a swish swish against the pavement.

Ever day Kagome was feeling more and more like her predecessor. Kikyo. She had even taken to dressing like her, in the hope that he would come back and want her.

Seven Years.

Seven Years, three months.

Seven Years, three months, one week.

Seven years, three months, one week, two days.

And four hours.

She had yet to check the minutes, but that was roughly the time between when she had first fallen into the past, her future. Her memories.

Sometimes Kagome would wonder whether it was all a dream, just a figment of her imagination. But then she would stare down at her miko outfit, her hair tied back with a plain white ribbon, and the dry branches of the Goshinboku, and knew all that had passed was real.

The wind, whispering in her hair—it was her hair, right? It was Kagome’s hair, not Kikyo’s… she knew this all to well—and brushed against her skin.

Remember…

Remember…

Remember, my precious miko…

Remember.

She wondered whether this was once a breeze that had been shared by him. Maybe it held a puff of breath, and spark of life, carried 500 years into the future, only to share this with her.

The wind picked up, causing a groan to shudder through the well house, and Kagome dropped the broom.

It couldn’t be him, could it?

She rushed, her breath catching in her throat, and she tugged the door open in a crash that she felt under the soles of her feet.

And then she deflated. Her eyes watered. Her throat constricted. Her heart throbbed, another rush of pain released.

It was empty.

She should have known.

InuYasha had said he would protect her. He said he would come back.

He had lied.

Kagome hugged herself.

It had only been the wind…

She was still alone.

It had only been the wind.


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[Oct. 24th, 2006|05:00 pm]
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[Current Location |Hell]
[mood | thoughtful]
[music |Naruto and Numa Numa]

Wow, it's been forever since I've been on here. Amazing... Well, I have to say, I am completely overwhelmed with my life right now. I'm working (way to much!), I have college apps., HW, clubs, and get this; I'm even considering adding another job to my load. What the hell is wrong with me?
Get this, I posted a new chapter for one of my stories, and I guy reviewed...

He asked me if I was on my period.

He. Asked. Me. If. I. Was. On. MY.PERIOD.

...

Where's a plastic bag when you need one? Dunno.

I've been so excited about my fanfics though. I finally finished my 1st GaaraxSakura story, now working on my 1st AU (GaaraxSakura, again). Four chapters and thirty-something reviews. For me, that's not too shabby.

Ah! But you want to know what the highlight of my life is right now? Tomorrow were going to be getting two new little kittens. Cute black manxes, actually. Let me just say, my dad would never allow this, so were doing it all behind his back.

(He has a control issue, being in the military for 30+ years does that to you, I guess)

I'm so excited! Tonight after Karate I am going ot go buy the stuff needed, and they're going to be staying in my room too! Well, at least until my dog--Maggy--gets used to them. Maggy's an Aussie pup: long tail, two diffferent colored eyes, the works. Cute, very cute, but absolutely disgusting. She'll roll in practically anything and is the stinkiest little fuzzball you've ever seen. Sweet though, as long as you dont get on her bad side. She's skittish. We found her on a golf course. Heh.

Anyway, enough about her: KITTIES!!!! I cant wait. Did you know I heard that some pleaces wont sell black kitties around Halloween because people will buy them and do bad things to them because of superstition? That's horrible! There's even a thing on Craigslist about it, suggesting people dont sell black kitties at this time of the year! I just want ot take a shocky stick to those assholes and reveal to them my sense of superstition.

Those damned fucktards, they can all go to hell.

Ah, well, I just know I will take the best of care of my little kittens. A brother and sister: twins. One of my friends (obsessed with twins, by the way, and SasuNaru) wanted my to have to male twins.

...

I shouted, "I am not doing little Kitty porn!"

Geeze, twins are cool and all, but I never even thought of going that far. Scary.

PHWOOOSH...

I am so tired, and in a complete quandry. Why are all the cute boys taken? Dammit! It sucks. Oh well, the world still goes 'round, unfortunately.

There's this boy at my work, cutest thing (I've been using that word so much) and funny. He has a stalker (another co-worker) and gas.

Yeah, no self-restraint around me. i dont think that's a good sign. It's kind of cool, and kind of not. I'm leaning torwards the latter. I dont think of him that way anymore though, more of a friend-like way. I've given up on crushing on guys, it just ends up bad. I will let things happen, with healthy, friendly realtionships, NOT crushes.

That was is just forcing yourself into delusion.

Well, I'll shut up now. I cant believe how absolutely addicting this is. I went through like 4 Naruto songs, AND the Numa Numa song. Damn.

Well, until next time...

emeraldoni
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My 1st little thingy... [Aug. 6th, 2006|12:47 am]
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I think that the title sounds a little... wrong. Well, I have just read one of the most wonderful lemons in history. I just wish I knew how to navigate this site, since Ive been on here a total of like, two minutes. I added the (GaaraxSakura!!!) lemon to my memories (whatever the hell that means) If anyone wants to help me out, Id be glad to accept it. By the way, how do you make an icon? Or get one... I have no idea...
Urgh, Ive got to work tomorrow... I dont wanna! I want to write some mroe fanfics! Anotehr question, Im seeing these 'challenge' things around... what are those? Hmmm... questions, questions, and more qusetions... I wonder how long I will last one this site?
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